#sadies2.5K

[justsomebucky]

Three Hours

Summary: AU. A three-hour drive to the middle of nowhere with your boyfriend Bucky doesn’t end the way you expected.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,746

Warnings: language, ridiculous amounts of fluff, apologies to bears for any assumptions made

A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @mydragulesebastian‘s 2.5k writing challenge! Congratulations you talented goddess. Prompt is in bold. I needed a soothing balm post-IW.

You didn’t question your boyfriend of two years when he said he needed you to drive him three hours from the city. You didn’t inquire as to what could be so important that you leave as the sun was beginning to set. You didn’t ask why he couldn’t drive himself. You trusted him. He wouldn’t have brought it up if it wasn’t important to him, if he didn’t need you, and that was a good enough reason for you to hop in your car. You could do this small favor for someone you loved so much.

He’d been nervous all day, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Maybe it had to do with this drive, though a quick glance told you his anxiety hadn’t lessened yet.

It was really strange for him to have this sort of energy since he was normally a pretty calm guy.

As he sat staring at the map on his phone, watching as the little GPS tracker showed your progress, you wondered what this was really about.

Was he in trouble?

No, that couldn’t be it. Bucky Barnes wasn’t really the type to start trouble. While his best friend Steve seemed to find it with ease, Bucky tried to stay away from it unless someone really needed him.

What could it be?

You didn’t realize you were frowning at the road ahead until he mentioned it.

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to drive?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, switching hands on the wheel. “Put on some music or something, please.”

You didn’t want to hear your own thoughts anymore.

In your periphery, you saw him watch you carefully for a few seconds before he complied, switching to a station that played pop music.

“That?” he asked, hand paused over the buttons.

“Something a little less perky would be better.”

Bucky hummed at you, then switched it to an oldies station. A sweet melody filled your ears, and you smiled faintly.

“Thank you.”

---

Your car was the only one on that particular stretch of road at that hour, so you kept your high beams on to cast off the darkness. At this point you were just glad that no animals had decided to make an unexpected appearance in your path.

When you failed to stifle a yawn, you heard Bucky shift in his seat. He hadn’t looked at his phone or said anything for so long that you had assumed he’d fallen asleep.

“Doing okay, doll?”

“I’m all right. Are we almost there?”

“Almost.” Out came the phone map again. “Another half-hour or so.”

Questions were on the tip of your tongue: why are we out here in the dark? What is going on? Are you in trouble? Could you at least give me a hint, here?

Still, you said nothing, letting the sound of doo-wop groups of old distract you for the time being.

---

Your muscles were stiff by the time Bucky instructed you to take exit twenty-one down a winding road to a lot on the edge of a wooded area. You parked and shut the engine off before turning to him to see if you could finally get some answers.

“Are you gonna explain this? I mean, it’s just gotten a little weird, Buck.”

“It’ll be self-explanatory soon enough.”

“You didn’t make me drive out here to murder me, did you?”

Bucky made a face at you. “Hilarious. No, I asked you to drive so I could navigate. Pop the trunk, would ya?”

He must have packed ahead of time, because you didn’t know he brought a blanket and an actual picnic basket. You also didn’t know they still made picnic baskets like that because you’d only ever seen them on TV.

His arms were full, so you reached out to close the trunk before grabbing the blanket to carry.

“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere? So we could have a night picnic in the dark scary woods while bears try to maul us?”

“No,” he huffed out, turning away from you toward the wooded area where a small path was lined with solar lights. “We are not here to be eaten by bears or anything else.”

You hurried to keep up. “You could have told me you wanted to go camping. I would have made sure we were all set with a nice tent, and-“

“We aren’t camping, Y/N,” he interrupted. “Just follow me.”

The air was still warm even though the sun had gone down a while ago, and for that you were grateful. Since you had no clue where you were headed, you didn’t think to bring a jacket or anything.

And really, who would have assumed that city boy Bucky Barnes would want to park himself in the middle of some trees? He was getting older, maybe he was having an identity crisis. Maybe Sam told him he went camping or hiking and bragged about it enough that Bucky felt obligated to go too.

Either way, you found yourself in the middle of a clearing, watching as Bucky took the blanket from your hands and unfurled it over the soft grass. When everything else was in place, he sat down on the blanket and patted the spot next to him. Reluctantly, you sat down cross-legged.

Yeah, you were definitely going to be eaten by a bear.

“We could have picnicked on the roof of our building, you know,” you pointed out, glancing around as your eyes finally adjusted to the dark.

There were fireflies all around you, offering a light show for free.

Bucky nudged you. “That’s something you couldn’t see from the roof of our building.”

His voice was so soft, so different than normal that you turned to look at him in question. His eyes held a faraway look, like that moment was something he’d been hoping would happen for a while now.

That’s what got you, that look of wonder in his normally stormy blue eyes. He’d grown up in the city and didn’t really get to experience this sort of thing very often.

And besides, any time spent with him was worth it, no matter the setting.

You laid back on the blanket and nearly gasped at the sight of a million stars twinkling above. You had been so focused on Bucky and your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice.

“Okay, Barnes. You got me.”

He let out a laugh before scooting a little closer to lie back too. “Was it worth the three-hour drive?”

“Yeah.” You turned your head to smile at him. “It’s beautiful.”

“Good, because any minute now it’s going to get even better.”

“What do you mean?”

Bucky’s eyes flickered back to the night sky. “Just watch.”

---

It took only ten minutes or so for anything to happen.

The moonless sky with its millions of tiny flickering stars stared back at you while you waited. Those minutes were silent, filled with contemplation. It was you and Bucky against the whole universe and you couldn’t help but feel a little encouraged.

Life could be so rough sometimes. There were days, weeks even, when you would get caught up in your work or bills or repairs or anything, really. You’d spend hours worrying, feeling anxious enough for both you and Bucky for whatever reason on any given day.

Those problems all seemed so small the moment the first meteorite blazed a path of light above you.

And you always thought after every meltdown, after the feelings finally melted away for a brief respite, that maybe Bucky was your anchor. Bucky was the one who helped put everything in perspective when all you wanted to do was give up. Bucky trudged with you through the mud until you felt light on your feet again.

This whole time, Bucky was trying to get you to see the universe for what it was - endless possibilities just waiting for you to look up and notice.

A wave of emotion crashed over you, and you reached over for his hand. You intertwined your fingers with his and watched as more streaks tore across the sky.

“So is this romantic or what?” There was a small smile on his lips; he knew the answer to that already. “I read about this meteor shower weeks ago and I just knew we had to see it.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “Definitely romantic, Buck.”

“Good.”

Bucky pulled away after a minute or so, ignoring your protests as he sat up and rummaged through the picnic basket.

You scoffed. “I was totally about to suggest cuddling. Your loss, mister.”

He muttered something unintelligible as his movements became more frantic.

You sat up too, peering over his arm to try to see what he was doing. “What are you looking for? It’s a bit late to eat, don’t you think?”

“Not food,” he mumbled, yanking the basket closer as if he was shielding it from view.

“No?” It was too dark to see, anyway. “What’s in there then? Wine?”

The telltale sign of glasses clanking together made you think it was either wine or champagne. You were just about to suggest drinking whatever it was before it got warm, but stopped when you saw something tumble to the blanket.

You leaned over, trying to reach for it from where you sat. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

Bucky set the basket aside and grabbed the small square before you could get your hands on it.

“Well, is it?”

“Yeah,” he said, running a hand over his face. He looked nervous again, and as your eyes flitted down to the small box in his grasp, you finally realized why.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, eyes wide. “Bucky…”

“I didn’t mean for you to find it first,” he groaned, shaking his head. “Dammit! This was going so well!”

You reached out and put a hand on his arm. “Buck, I promise you, nothing is going wrong. Just…just say what you want to say.”

His blue eyes flickered to yours, and he was silent for a beat.

Your heartbeat picked up the pace as you held his gaze.

Then, while light streaked across the sky above you, while fireflies sparkled and crickets sang a love song for you both, Bucky Barnes shifted to a kneeling position in front of you and opened the small box in his hand.

Really, what were three hours compared to forever?

---

[soldatbarnes]

Hard To Say [1]

Summary: A few months after you breakup with your boyfriend, he asks you for a favour. // fake dating au

Lance Tucker X Reader

Word Count: 1148

Warnings: mild angst

A/N: This is for @mydragulesebastian‘s 2.5K writing challenge!! Congratulations Sadie!! You’re awesome!! I’m sorry this is late!! (my prompt is ‘I do like champagne’, and will be featured in a later part)

Six Months Ago

“I can’t believe that we’re having this conversation again!” you shouted, throwing your hands up in the air. Lance slammed the door behind him, following you into the living room.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re freaking out so much about.” he placed his hands on his hips, staring at you incredulously.

“Lance! I’m done with your anger and your jealousy!! It’s embarrassing!” you sat on the couch and ran your hands down your face.

“Oh, I’m embarrassing now??”

“No! But that kind of behaviour is!! How many times has this happened already??”

“I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this.” he rolled his eyes, flopping into the armchair behind him.

“You don’t know why?? Do you know how it feels to have somebody constantly watching over your every move? You wouldn’t even let me order my own drink!” 

“The bartender was checking you out the moment you walked through the door!”

“I was a paying customer!! He had to look at me!!” you took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “I.. I can’t keep doing this.”

“Keep doing what?” he leaned forward in his seat.

“Lance... You won’t let me be alone with my male friends. You refused to eat any of my birthday cake last year because it had a topless guy on it. You argued with me for half an hour the other night because I said the actor on screen was hot. I’m done. It’s wrong, and it’s not fair.”

“Babe, I know I can get a little jealous sometimes.. I’m just...” he sighed trailing off.

“It’s been three years of this. Lance, I’m not going to do this anymore. I told you the last time, that it would be the last time.”  

“What are you saying?” his voice was quiet, and he looked to the floor.

“Lance,” you croaked out his name, “I love you, but it’s over.”

“You’re breaking up with me?” you almost took it back, seeing the tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”  

Present

“Your three o’clock’s here!” your assistant’s voice rang out through the intercom. 

“Thanks Eleanor, send him in!” You heard your office door open and close. You greeted your client without looking up from your computer. 

“Mister Turner, how are you?” 

“Y’know, I’ve been better.” a chill ran up your spine at the sound of the voice. 

“You’re not my three o’clock.” you looked up from your computer as he sat in the chair across the desk. 

“No, I’m not.” he shrugged. The look in his eyes was unreadable. 

“What are you doing here Tuck?” the nickname fell out before you could stop it. 

“How are you?” you rolled your eyes.  

“I’ve been better. Did you highjack this appointment or lie?” 

“I lied. Knew you wouldn’t see me if you knew it was me.” he shrugged.

“Of course you did.” you sighed, leaning back in your chair. “Why are you here?” 

“I need a favour.” 

“You need a favour? The last time I saw you, you were calling me names as you packed your things into your car.” 

“In my defence, you broke up with me and then kicked me out of our home.” his patronizing smile made you shift uncomfortably. 

“Lance.” you glared.

“Okay,” he raised his hands in surrender. “Look, do you remember my brother?” 

“Chad? Yeah.. He’s not super forgettable.” you rolled your eyes. Chad Tucker was your least favourite person. 

“And do you remember that he was getting married?” you clicked on the calendar on your desktop. It was marked off, three days from now. 

“Yes. Although I’m still shocked somebody agreed to marry him.” 

“I know.. He’s.. Something else... Look I uhhh... I need you to come with me. To the wedding. This weekend.” he refused to let his eyes meet yours. 

“What? Why?” 

“Because you’re my girlfriend.” you stared at him blankly. 

“Pardon?” 

“At least that’s what my family thinks.” he was looking at the floor now. 

“And why would they think that?” 

“Because I never told them that we broke up.” 

“And that never came up because??” you were in disbelief. 

“The best part of me was you.” you threw your head back at his words, missing the sincerity in his eyes. 

“Oh fuck off!” you waved your hand towards the door. 

“Wait, wait wait!!” he stood up defensively, as you leaned to press the security button. 

“What!” you growled. 

“Look. You know what they’re like. The only thing my dad ever approved of in my life was you. It didn’t matter to him that I’m not successful, because I had you.”

“What are you talking about?” 

“Please, Y/N. Please.” he had the same look in his eyes that he’d had six months before, and you felt your resolve break. 

“Fine. You’ll explain yourself though. In detail. And at the end of the weekend, they’ll all know that we aren’t together anymore.” 

“Thank you!!” he reached out to you, but you pushed your chair back. 

“Just go.” 

Friday evening had come sooner than you’d hoped. The rehearsal dinner would be tonight, the wedding tomorrow night, and on Sunday you’d have to suffer through a family brunch, before the happy couple would depart on their honeymoon. 

Lance had handed you an itinerary before he’d slunk out of your office. He had completely turned your week upside down within five minutes. You’d canceled most of your appointments in an effort to clear your head. 

You stood outside your office, waiting for Lance to pick you up. You thought it might be easier if he wasn’t within walking distance to the home you’d both shared together. His car pulled up at four pm on the dot. It was a two hour drive to get to the overly expensive bed and breakfast the wedding was being held at. Dinner would be at seven. 

You watched as he climbed out, walking slowly towards you. 

“Here, I’ll put your bag in the trunk.” his voice was quiet. 

“Thanks Tuck.” you responded, seeing him nod before opening the trunk. You hopped into the passengers seat, taking a moment to breathe before he would slide in beside you. The car smelled like him, and your mind was clouded suddenly by sweet memories.  

When the drive started, you noticed Lance had put on a playlist with all of your favourite songs. It played quietly as he drove, and it wasn’t long until you nodded off. You hadn’t noticed until you felt a gentle touch to your shoulder. Peaking your eyes open, you saw Lance, his fingertips grazing over your arm, just barely. 

“Sorry to wake you,” he hummed, “but we’re here.” you groaned and stretched your limbs as best as you could from inside the car. 

“Showtime I guess.” you stated, motioning towards his mother who had spotted you from where she was sitting outside. 

“Let’s get the party started.”

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[yourstateofdreaming]

Are we really? | A Bucky Barnes One-Shot | Sadie’s 2.5K Writing Challenge

Part Of Sadie’s 2.5K Writing Challenge cause she rocks!

Prompt: “You didn’t tell me you were getting married.” 

Summary: After an especially difficult mission, the Avengers come back to the tower only to witness another kind of fight.

Word Count:  1222

Warnings: None. I just let myself write on this one. It’s-something! 

The Avengers walked into the tower, boots heavy and dirty, eyes sunken. It had been a lot more than they had expected. While you worked your best to give them all the information they could need, you ended up with fake data. By the time you realized it, it was already too late. The team was out there and you were stuck in the tower. 

It only made things worse when you realized you could not contact anyone, they were completely isolated and the only way you could help at all was if you risked getting out of the complex to go and help. 

You knew it was a big risk and more than one of the Avengers would be mad about it, but you didn’t have any way to warn them and even if you did: you had been eager to go out into the field with the others. Your job was mostly focused on the logistics, research and data compilation, although it was not all you knew how to deal with. Rogers was one of your closest friends ever since he joined the team and you usually trained with him to improve your skills. 

Captain himself had said on several occasions that you were good, it was Tony’s doubt what kept you out of the missions. If you were in no way related to Pepper, you knew, it would have been much more different... 

It had not been a smart idea; the team was surprised to see you and even with your training and skills you were in harm’s way often during the last couple of days. Bucky was beyond mad, as your boyfriend, first of all, he could not believe how reckless you had been by dropping by unannounced.

When you smiled at him during the long trip back home, he turned away, regretting looking as a large bruise started to appear in your jaw. If he could have had it his way, nothing at all would have happened to you. It did not help how excited you seemed to be when talking to Thor, he was a God and apparently battle was his cup of tea, while for Bucky it was something he would much rather forget about. 

When the time came to go into the tower and clean up, you had been chatting with Steve while Bucky clutched your hand, squeezing your fingers between his in a kind of possessive manner. Your relationship was not a big secret at all, it was simply something no one ever spoke about (at least not in front of you). It was clear that you liked each other and the way you acted towards the other left no doubt about how much you cared for the other, it was only difficult for everyone except for Steve to understand what the relationship actually was. 

“I just feel like I should have gone out there before...” You shrugged at Steve, who tilted his head to the side, listening and thinking about it before replying. “That rush of adrenaline, you know what I mean when you are in the middle of a fight...wow!” 

This was unsettling for Bucky, he could not take it any longer. You did not seem to even care that you were beat, tossed and kicked around by someone. In the meantime, all he could think about was the fact that he couldn’t keep you away from danger.

“We’ll train for it next week. You cannot show up like that,” Steve reasoned, giving his friend a quick glance. “You are a great part of the team, good job.”

Cap had his usual serious voice and face on, but it still managed to be too bad and bothered Bucky like nothing ever had. He knew how much you meant to him, how he was only in the team to keep you safe, to keep you away from everything he had seen. And here he was: encouraging you? And you were...smiling? As if you were looking forward to it?

Guilt and anger filled him and he let go of your hand harshly.

“Stop encouraging it!” He snapped, making the rest of the team look. “You are not one of us, you are staying here and doing research, as you’ve done up until now.”

Natasha stepped forward, trying her best to defend you as she knew what you were standing up to. She saw in Bucky a man from the past, her own past, someone who didn’t think women were better. So she defended you.

“I think that if she wants to, Y/N can do whatever she feels like.” She then turned to you, “do you wanna stay behind and look at computer screens?”

You shook your head, eyes on Bucky.

“What’s wrong?” You wondered, forgetting about the others. “Bucky...I-”

Before you could say anything else, Bucky pointed an accusing metal finger at you. 

“You know I’ve done my best!” He meant (but he didn´t say it) to keep you safe. “Why would you put yourself in danger like that?!” He grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you. 

Struggling to get what was going on with your boyfriend, you stepped to the side. 

“We can talk about it later...” You tried, knowing it would only buy you some time.

You and Bucky lived only one floor away, but that was no impediment for him or you to make night visits and stay at each other’s place. 

“No.” He was clear. “You are hurt!” He remarked, making every single bruise in your body ache. “You wouldn’t be if you hadn’t been there...” 

You reached out to Bucky and tried to touch his arm, but he pulled away immediately. 

“You will not go on any other mission.” He said rather harshly. 

“Buck...” Steve started, taking a quick look at the group of superheroes behind him. 

“No!” You said in unison and stepped forward toward each other.

“I will go.” You said, determined.

“I will not marry a kamikaze.” He said, walking past you. 

You uncovered your gloved hands and everyone was able to see the petite rock lying on your ring finger. 

“Buck...you didn’t tell me you were getting married.” was Steve’s reaction. 

The blonde stood there. Astound. 

“I am not.” You said, stopping Tony before he could make a smart remark, “I don’t like men who don’t know a woman’s potential...” 

“And I don’t like women who don’t know their limitations.”

“Did he just...?” Wanda dusted her jacket off, stopped only by vision. 

“I have no limitations, I’ve fought you!”

“You need to work your kick.” He commented, eyes rolling. 

“You need to watch your language!” You warmed him half-heartedly. “Can’t you see?” You went to squeeze his face between your hands; “I had to go and warn you, you could´ve been hurt!” 

“You were!” Bucky grabbed your hands once again, rather harshly. 

“But we’re both okay!” You said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I would go to the end of the world for you and you know it, Buck!” 

Bucky blushed a deep shade of red, and the sound of Tony’s voice was heard as he wondered “is the wedding still on?�� 

You knew it would take him a while getting used to it, but you were definitely going on missions from now on. 

[maggyme13]

Mountainside

AN: I wrote this Oneshot for @mydragulesebastian 2.5k writing challenge.

I hope I got the charakters right (this was the first time writing Bucky Barnes for me) :)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Words: around 2400

Warnings: none

When a trainings exercise was interrupted by a storm, (y/n) and Sgt Barnes had to find shelter in a little cave and sit it out.

 Your feet and back were aching from the long walk up the mountain you had behind you, and the pain didn´t ease when you thought about the way ahead.

You were working for the AVENGERS for half a year now and it was obligatory for any member to participate in regular fitness tests.

And that was what you were doing now, scaling a 3000m high mountain without any technical help. Your only companion was Sergeant James Buchanan Barns, also known as `The Winter Soldier´ or Bucky (for his friends).

The test was scheduled and planned in a way, anybody would be prepared should a mission lead them in this kind of terrain.

But unlucky for you, the others had finished this exercise a few weeks ago and only Barnes was left, what caused the Captain to give you a harder route then you thought necessary.

You can´t remember to have ever seen or heard of a supermarket (or mall) located on the top of a mountain, without a street to connect it with the civilisation.

That´s right, you weren´t working for the AVENGERS as another superhero, but as a caretaker that cooked, baked, did the grocery shopping and sometimes even washed their clothes (should they ask nicely and have a good reason to not be able to that on their own).

So, you weren´t quite sure why you had to do that.

It wasn´t that you were totally unfit, you loved to go on little hikes (but that means you choose easy tracks and weren´t doing them with a supersoldier that seemed to fly up the mountain).

“Come on Ms (y/n). I am already going the slowest pace possible.” He groaned annoyed.

“Not everyone can be a supersoldier Mr. Barnes.” You answered just as annoyed as he was back.

You didn´t know why, but he always called to Ms (y/n), so it was only right for you to call him Mr Barnes or Sergeant Barnes. You were kind of his employee. (Well his and the others, but those had started to call you only by your first name or nicknames quick. And so did you).

“What am I doing here? It´s not like I am going in the field to hunt bad guys, you know. I just take care of some things at the compound.”  She asked with a grown for the twentieth time that day.

“It´s obligatory. I want to do this as much as you do Miss.” Was his only answer, and you nearly ran into him, when he suddenly stopped just two hundred meters later.

The both of you had just turned around a corner, when (y/ec) eyes felt onto a dark wall of black storm clouds, resulting in a string of course words leaving your mouths.

“Is that a raincloud?Is that a MOTHERFUCKING raincloud?! I swear, I will kill Stark as soon as we get back- no better: I will change his coffee against something else and hide his alcohol- `Its nice weather. Don´t worry satellites say it won´t change in the next week or so. Just enjoy the view. ´- my ass!”

“You and me both. Hurry up, I can see a cave entrance in the distance that will provide shelter and grab dry wood or moss on the way -if possible- so we can make a fire.” The Soldier ordered and motioned towards a darker spot in the mountain.

And you did as told. You were able to grab a bit of dry moss and some small branches. But never did you slow your step, you didn’t want to get wet. But luck wasn´t on your side, and only ten meters away from the safety of the cave, rain poured down in a force, you were drenched to the bone when you reached your companion, who had reached the cave just in time.

Handing over your gatherings, you stepped pass him and put your backpack down.

The wet clothes stuck to your skin and the cold wind coming through the entrance made you shiver.

Nice, now I will get sick.

“I will see if I can get a fire going and maybe close the entrance a bit. In the meantime, get out of the wet clothes and get into something dry. I assume you packed a change?”

Not caring if the male would see you in your underwear, you quickly got rid of the wet clothes (You changed your panties after you had pulled the extra large shirt above your head), of course you had forgotten to pack a second bra, and not three minutes later you were all changed. Except for the pullover you had packed just in case (and he would get in handy now). But it had become wet through a little hole in the backpack and you would have to wait for it to get dry.

During the whole procedure, the soldier had his back turned towards you to give you privacy.

“Dry clothes are the best.” You said, indicating it was safe for him to turn around again.

Looking around, you noticed that the cave was only a few meters in diameter and a bit longer than wide, but the Sergeant was able to stand in it.

“I have some rope we can span, to hang your wet clothes near the fire to dry. I was able to close the entrance a bit, it will secure us from the cold winds a bit.”

In the short time you had used to change, Sgt Barnes had been able to get the fire starting and was now looking through his back for the radio they had just in case.

He´s right, the wind isn´t as strong at it once was. Hopefully the others are able to get us, or the storm passes fast.

The fire got stronger every second and soon she felt the cave to get warmer.

“Base, this is Barnes. (y/n) and I are stuck in a cave because of a storm outside. We will sit it out, but Stark: prepare for a not so nice greeting when we get back. ´ the weather will stay good for a few days´ ,my ass.” The man growled into the radio, informing the others on their problem.

“Yeah about that. The storm will last for at least three more days and we are on a surprise mission right now. So we can´t come and get you. I fear you have to wait that long. See it as some team- building exercise – and don´t do anything I wouldn´t do. “ Her boss answered with a laugh and the radio went silent again.

Somehow you had the feeling he did that on purpose.

“Tell me he´s kidding.” You groaned, but the angry look your companion sends you, it was clear he wasn´t.

“Give me your back, we have to sort our provisions and anything else we might be able to use.”

You did as told and scooted further to the fire, you draped your wet pullover over your knees, in the hope it gets dry quicker.

While you were still cursing your boss mentally, your companion had finished with sorting.

“We have some granola bars, some fruit from your bag and two packs of EPA. We should be able to sit this out.”

When he saw your confused look, he sighted.

“EPA is the German equivalent to the American MRE. They are emergency rations for soldiers. I brought them with me after our last mission in Germany. They taste different and a bit better than the MREs. I always have a pack with me, just in case.”

“Oh. I see.”

For the next minutes the two of you sat there in silence, staring into the fire.

It could only happen to you, stranded in a cave on top of a mountain with the only person on the compound that doesn´t seem to like you much. But he doesn´t treat you different to the others, so why does he call you ´Miss´ all the time? Well just one way to find out.

“Mr Barnes?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/N)?”

“Why do you always call me ´Miss`?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the others started to call me, just (y/n) or gave me nicknames quite fast. But you didn´t. Not that I complain I am just wondering.” You had gotten more and more silent with every word and you felt uneasiness start to rise, what if you crossed a line- you must stay here with him for some days.

“You are calling me Mr. and Sergeant the whole time. It´s just polite to do that as well. At least it was in the forties.” He answered, with uncertainty (?) in his voice.

Hold on.

“So you are calling me Miss the whole time because I call you Mr and Sergeant?” she let out a short laugh. “Well, I do that- because technically I am your employee, as well as the others, so it is my duty to address you like that. You understand? The others told me to call them by their first names or nicknames, so I told them to do that as well. But you never did, so I didn´t either. Wasn´t my decision.” You explained.

The look on your companion’s face was priceless, he looked like a fish out of the water for some seconds while he went through every conversation you ever had.

“That´s the only reason?”

“Yeah. What else could it be. Sure it was strange because I would probably count you to my list of friends, but like I said, wasn´t my place to just start calling you Bucky or something else.”

“Not even when you were talking to the others about me?”

“Nope. Always Sergeant or Mr. What can I do, I was raised that way.” You shrugged.

“Well then. Miss (y/n) you can call me Bucky if you want.”

“Then it is (y/n) or whatever nickname you find for me- But no promises I will listen to any nickname you give me.” You faked an introduction and laughed about the whole stupidity of the situation.

 You tried to suppress the forth yawn in under a minute, when Bucky cleared his throat.

“You should find some rest, I will watch the fire and for any wildlife that could find shelter in this cave.”

“I can´t. It´s cold, even with my pullover now dry. I won´t be able to fall asleep.” You mumbled.

“Why didn´t you tell me you are cold? Come here.” He motioned for you to sit next to him.

“I have a spare on my own, you can wear it as well. No arguments.” He handed you one of the big pullover he wore sometimes around the compound and sent you a look that said `put it on yourself I will do it for you.´.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

It nearly reached your knees.

“By the way. Why are you always wearing shirts and pullovers that are at least two sizes too big for you?” “Hydra always put me in this skin-tight outfits. Don´t get me wrong, in a battle it is easier to move in. But in my free time, I don´t want to be reminded about my past. And they are comfortable as hell.”

The last part was said with a grin.

“Good point. It is comfy.”

You sat right next to him and the warmth radiating from him spent you even more warmth and wasn´t it for the cold floor, you would have fallen asleep by this time.

“You are still cold. Come here.”

And without another thought he had seated you on his lab and laid his metal  arm securing you, without saying a word.

Immediately you fell asleep, ignoring the unusual seating arrangement.

  You were awoken, when the soldier shifted and tensed. Opening your eyes, your sight felt onto the 9mm pistol aimed at the cave entrance.

The grab of his metalarm got stronger, ready to throw you out of harms way.

But before you could get off his lap, so he would be able to fight, a figure stepped inside.

“Look what we have here. Shall we come back later?”

“Stark!” Both of you growled in union, resulting in the billionaire to laugh uncontrollably.

He was shut up by a hit on the back on his neck by Captain America. (who couldn´t supress a smile on his own).

“Ow. What. Yeah, sorry. Come on lovelies. Taxi is waiting.”

You a quickly grabbed your things and walked out of the cave. The quintjet was parked straight against the moment, so they wouldn’t get wet on their way. You `accidently´ ran into Ironman and got straight into a seat. Bucky did the same, though you were sure his bump hurt more.

When the aircraft was flying back to the compound a thought crossed your mind.

“Why are you here? Stark said you were on a mission. How can you be here than?”

“We weren’t. He told us this morning what was going on. So here we are.” Captain America explained with a glare.

“What. At least I got them to speak with each other. No one of you were able to do so.” The accused said.

“You did this on purpose?” Bucky growled.

“Yeah. It worked didn´t it. She is even wearing his pullover and was sitting on his lap when we arrived. Come on guys.”

“It wasn´t your business.”

“Oh come on.”

“I was drenched to the bone because of the damn storm.”

“Stop crying. What do you want to do about that now?”

A sinister smile creeped onto your lips.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Start protocol ASSHOLE.”

“Don´t.” Stark tried to intervene, but failed. “I am sorry boss. But Miss Potts gave the order to follow the protocol should Miss (y/n) feel the need to start it. The alcohol is locked away and the monthly order of coffee-beans reserved for Mr. Stark was annihilated unto further notice. Only those on the list will be able to work the machines. I informed Miss Potts about the situation, and I quote: ´you had it coming, Tony.´ ”  

“You can´t do that. I am your boss. I demand to end this right now. Please” The last word was more of a whine than anything else.

“We warned you. Protocol ASSHOLE or I will get revenge for that stunt.” Bucky growled with his typical winter soldier glare, the metal plates of his prostetic moved to underline the threat.

“Your choice boss.” You grinned.

With the look of a kicked puppy on his face. Tony Stark took a seat, sulking.

He had just created a team he couldn’t win against. Not with Pepper Potts on your side.

  AN: I hope you like this Oneshot and I did the writing challenge and prompt justice.

Tell me what you think ^^

[kaunis-sielu]

A Walk in the Park

This is my submission for sadies2.5k I picked the prompt location of a park.

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning. One of those days where you just can’t bear to be inside with the sun beckoning you out and a gentle wind rustling the leaves. You grab your current book, trusty beach blanket, water and a snack then throw them into a tote. You lock your door and head out into the morning air.

Finding a quiet spot on the grass you crack your book open and get to reading.

It’s not crazy noisy where you are but you’ve got the background noise of some dogs, kids and families who are in the park. Some playing, some just hanging out and others are at some big pet adoption event that’s over the hill directly in front of you. You can hear the music they’re playing and make a mental note to go check out the dogs before you head home. You’ve been looking for a buddy for a while and you’ve got a feeling that today could be the day.

You’ve started on chapter four when you hear a man shouting. You’re just about to look up and see what’s going on when a furry body collides with yours. You tumble over with a yelp of surprise before a wet tongue is lapping at any exposed skin of your face it can get at. You’re shrieking with laughter trying to keep the dog off of you while it continues their assault.

“I’m so sorry!” A male voice says as he pulls the dog off of you. You lay flat on your back trying to catch your breath with a grin stretched across your face.

“It’s fine. I just wasn’t prepared to be attacked by a dog.” You tell him sitting up. The dog lunges at you again but doesn’t get anywhere with his owner holding his collar. “What’s his name?” You ask looking up at the man, and you’re surprised to find you know him.

“Uh, I think it’s Rex. I’m not sure. He’s one of the shelter dogs.” He says rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, the metal one, as he realizes you know who he is.

“Oh. So he’s up for adoption?” You ask. Clearly this dog is kind of obsessed with you and god is he cute. He looks like a lab but has a brown face and chest and the tip of his tail looks like it’s been dipped in brown paint.

“Yea.” He affirms, you stand up and both the dog and the man watch curiously.

“Can you let him go?” He does as you ask and when the dog leaps at you you hold up a hand and say, “No.” Firmly. Rex stops and you try another command. “Sit.” Rex does. “Good boy.” You praise and his tail wags wildly.

“That was incredible.”

“Thanks.” You laugh, you reach a hand out to him and he shakes it as you introduce yourself to him.

“Bucky.” After letting go of his hand you gather your stuff up.

“Cool.” You sling your bag over your shoulder then continue, “You mind if I walk this monster back to the event with you? I think I wanna keep him.”

“Really? Even after he jumped on you earlier?”

“Mostly because he jumped on me earlier.” You laugh at the incredulous look on his face. “He wanted my attention so badly that he was willing to jump on me, he could’ve gone to anyone but he came to me. I think that’s a sign.”

“Alright Doll, whatever you say.” He chuckles, “I’m just glad he’s found a new home.”

“Me too. I’m glad you brought him out for me Bucky.” He hums softly as the two of you make your way up to the tent where a friendly woman wearing a shelter tee greets you with a wide smile.

“Hi there! Are you guys gonna keep him? I thought he’d be your type of dog Mr. Barnes.” She’s obviously assumed that you and Bucky are a couple. “Let me get the paperwork started.”

“Oh, um, actually I’m the one who wants to adopt the dog.” Then worry fills you, “You didn’t want to adopt him too did you?” You ask Bucky and he gives you a lopsided smile.

“No doll. He’s all yours.”

“Thanks Bucky.” You tell him softly and he nods before moving away to take another dog on a walk. He leaves with one last glance at you, and a look you can’t quite place.

The adoption doesn’t take long but you can’t take your dog home until after your background check clears. You also change his name, Rex to something that means more to you.

Six months later, you’re back at the park, under a tree reading yet another book with your dog sleeping at your side. You’d just played one epic game of fetch and after he gulped down some water he’d passed out pressed to your leg.

Suddenly he lifts his head and as you watch in surprise stands and takes off across the grass.

“No!” You cry jumping to your feet and running after him. “Buck! No!” You cry rounding a curve in the path you see your dog leaping on one grinning Bucky Barnes.

“Hello again. I see you passed the background test.” Bucky says with a smile.

“I did. He’s not being too naughty is he?”

“Nah Doll. He’s just fine.” He tells you rubbing your dog’s belly fondly. “Did you change his name?”

“Uh, yea.” He looks at you expectantly and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks. How weird is it that you kind of named your dog after him? “His name is Buck.”

“Buck? Like Bucky?” You can’t look at him, you sure as hell can’t speak you’re so embarrassed. Instead you nod, your eyes on the ground. “Why?” He almost breathes the word, you can’t tell if he’s upset or not.

“You-you brought him to me. It just, I don’t know, it fit.” You mumble and he reaches out with a gentle hand and tilts your chin up so your eyes meet his. It’s a strangely intimate motion and when you meet his eyes you see tenderness there.

“I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

“Okay.” You agree and he chuckles, moving his hand from under your chin to holding it out to you. You take it without hesitation, weaving your fingers through his as your dog walks next to you back toward where you left your stuff when you bolted after him.

“I should probably change his name back shouldn’t I?” You muse.

“Nah. I think it fits.” He grins down at you.

“I agree. Strong, handsome and charming.” You tell him giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Two years later he proposes in that park. Buck along for the ride as usual, tail wagging. You say yes, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Bucky kisses you soundly as Buck barks excitedly at your feet.

“So since we have Buck Jr. does this mean that we have to name our next child after you?” Bucky teases, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as your fingers tease his hair.

“I mean I think so. That’s how the rules work right?” You continue the charade back. He chuckles then kisses you again.

“Then we should get another dog.” He says against your lips causing you to burst into giggles. He’s been trying to get another dog for a while now but you’ve been unsure.

“Alright fine. We can get another dog, but we are not naming it after me.”

“Why not? Doll is a cute name for a dog.”

“Yea? Well I like being your only Doll.” You argue and he grins again.

“Fine.” He agrees before his lips once more press against yours.

[ladywintersoldat]

I'm hooked. Can't wait to see how this plays out.

Hard To Say [1]

Summary: A few months after you breakup with your boyfriend, he asks you for a favour. // fake dating au

Lance Tucker X Reader

Word Count: 1148

Warnings: mild angst

A/N: This is for @mydragulesebastian‘s 2.5K writing challenge!! Congratulations Sadie!! You’re awesome!! I’m sorry this is late!! (my prompt is ‘I do like champagne’, and will be featured in a later part)

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