#sebastian stan daughter reader

[undyingdecay]

FARMER'S DAUGHTER; TAKE ONE

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

words: 4.1k

summary: a reckless farmer’s daughter gets sent to spend the summer with her father’s oldest friend, bucky barnes — a gruff, solitary man running a quiet farm on the edge of town. what starts as punishment slowly unravels into something heavier, tense, and dangerously complicated.

cws: eventual smut (not in this chapter), implied past minor violence (broken window, glass in foot), tense father-daughter dynamic, age gap / older man-younger woman dynamic, suggestive conversation, smoking, emotional tension, shame, and suchh

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a/n: im so excited to finally post the first part to my series, in truth its been sitting in the drafts for a while now but she's finallyyyy out. all likes, comments, and reblogs are so heavily cherished and appreciated. send in an ask, message me, or comment asking to join the taglist for the series. please enjoy !!

riverbend was colder in the nighttime, the kind of cold that settled into your bones and made the thin, worn fabric of your curtains dance against the draft. it wasn’t the type of place that held onto heat once the sun tucked itself down behind the hills. not in fall, not ever. you could still hear the crickets, though — stubborn little things, chirping like they didn’t know better.

there was a hole in your window now.

not from a storm, or some storybook prince with his hair falling into his eyes. no, this wasn’t a fairytale. you weren’t rapunzel, and the boy who’d thrown that rock — hefty, jagged, left a webbed crack like a spider’s nest in the glass — well, you couldn’t even remember his name now. jake? john? didn’t matter. he wasn’t the kind you kept around. hell, you hadn’t even woken up when it happened, only stirred hours later to the sharp, needling sting of glass in your foot when you’d rolled out of bed.

you’d cursed loud enough to rattle the rest of the house, though nobody came knocking. you figured maybe they were done with you too.

you weren’t in the mood for much, not after yesterday. not after your dad’s words, the way his jaw had been tight, voice gone low in that way it always did when he was just about at the end of his rope.

“i’m done, pack your things. i called bucky.”

bucky.

that name you knew like you knew the shape of your hometown, the tilt of the orchard trees in late july when the fruit came in heavy and sweet. bucky was the man you heard about over dinner tables and in passing. “make sure to tie that bag tight, i don’t want bucky having a hard time.” “hey! don’t waste the milk, you know bucky’s cows work hard for that shit.” "maybe we should go visit bucky next summer, been a damn long time since i saw him." a man spoken of like he was part of the land itself, like the river or the rusted water tower that leaned just a little too far east. a name stitched into the town without ever really being seen.

and now you were supposed to live with him.

or maybe you weren’t.

there was still a tiny, stupid, hopeful flame somewhere inside you that thought maybe your old man had been bluffing. that maybe, come morning, he’d soften up, call you kid again, tell you to fix the damn window and help out at the bakery for the fall rush. maybe.

but you knew better.

the room was still dark when you sat up, the sheets clinging to your legs. you could smell the orchard through the broken window, that sharp, wet dirt scent tangled with the sweetness of fallen apples. it’d be a good season this year, you could tell. you always could.

the bag sat in the corner like a threat. half-packed, zipper half open, one boot sticking out like it wanted to make a break for it. you rubbed a hand down your face, felt the sting of sleep crusted in the corner of your eye. you didn’t wanna think about it — what you’d done, what they’d said, what you’d left behind in the back of that rusted-out truck last night.

just the road ahead. just bucky. whoever the hell he was.

the sky outside was just starting to go soft with dawn. that heavy, blueberry haze before the sun cracked open over the hills. you figured it was now or never. grab the bag, keep your head down, maybe sneak one of the last pastries cooling by the window before your old man came to drive you outta town.

riverbend was always colder in the nighttime.

but you had a feeling it’d be a whole different kind of cold where you were headed next.

male. late 50’s — no, 20’s! all the cute guys drive old polished cars, blonde ?

your eyes narrowed, shoulders leaning into the creaky frame of the porch railing as another car passed by on that dusty stretch of road. a chevy bel air, maybe. the kind of car that caught the light just right when it turned the corner, all polished chrome and candy-apple red paint that didn’t belong in a town like riverbend. not anymore. it hummed low as it went by, slow enough for you to catch the silhouette of the driver through the glare of the windshield.

your heart ticked up for half a second.

some boy with a crooked grin who might stop and ask for directions, lean an elbow out the window and tell you you looked like you could use a ride. or a drink. or trouble.

except no.

gray hair. receding, even. a face like old riverbed stone, lined from too many summers in the sun. you swore under your breath, lips twitching in frustration as you sank back against the post.

course it wasn’t. never is.

the small, annoyed sound you made must’ve caught your dad’s attention from where he sat out front, boot scuffing against the step as he nursed a cup of black coffee gone cold.

“y'know,” he started, voice that same worn-out gravel it always was after too many long mornings down at the orchard. “if you sit there moping all day, it ain't gonna make it any better.”

he didn’t look at you when he said it, just stared out at the road like he expected another car to come rumbling along any minute. another someone to pass you by.

you let out a dry, humorless laugh. “oh yes, because i just can’t wait to spend my summer at a conversion camp.”

the words came sharp, bitter at the edges, still tasting like the fight you’d had last night. or the one before. or the one before that. your dad muttered something under his breath — low enough you couldn’t catch it, but you knew the tone. same one he’d used every time you pushed too far, said too much, when you came home smelling like bonfire smoke and cheap beer, orchard leaves tangled in your hair, someone else’s jacket slung over your shoulder.

he sighed through his nose before speaking, his voice firm in that final way fathers had when they were tired of chasing after you. “you’re spending your summer with a family friend,” he said. “practically your uncle.”

you felt your stomach knot up, a cold, sour little twist of dread you weren’t quite ready to swallow down yet.

“i’ve never met him, dad,” you snapped, words a little sharper than you meant them, but it was too late to take them back.

his gaze finally flicked toward you, and you hated how much older he looked in that moment. like the years of keeping you in line had finally worn him down.

“doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “man’s good to us. helped this family when nobody else would. gave us a line of credit when the bank wouldn’t. he’s got land out past red pine. cows, chickens. keeps to himself. you’ll be fine.”

but you weren’t so sure.

and now you were supposed to live with him.

the thought made your throat tighten, made the air around you feel heavier somehow, thick with heat and the sharp scent of apples rotting in the grass. the orchard was always like that in early summer — a sweet, sour perfume that clung to your skin and hair no matter how many times you washed it out.

the road stayed empty after that, no more polished cars, no blonde boys. just the stretch of gravel and the faint haze of dust still hanging in the air from where the bel air had disappeared around the bend.

you stared down at your hands in your lap.

“i don’t wanna go, dad.”

you didn’t mean for it to come out so quiet. didn’t mean to sound like you were ten years old again, hiding behind the porch swing when the older kids from down the road dared you to climb the water tower. but your dad just sighed again, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “sometimes you don’t get what you want, kid.” and despite the phrase being endearing you fight back to urge to remind him you're an adult.

and that was that.

another car would come soon, and this one you wouldn’t be able to hope about. it’d be your ride outta town, your ride to him. to bucky. and whether you liked it or not, riverbend wasn’t keeping you any longer.

the sky was starting to turn, clouds going that milky kind of pink they only did in early morning. the bakery would be opening soon, you knew it by the way the air smelled sweeter, warm yeasty sugar on the wind. folks would be driving in for apple fritters and coffee, waving as they passed by like nothing had happened. like you weren’t about to disappear.

you pulled your knees up to your chest, resting your chin there, and tried not to look too long at the road. at least not long enough to hope.

it wasn’t the kind of town where you could miss a car coming down the road. roads out here only curved once, twice if you were lucky, and you could hear the crunch of gravel under tires long before the dust even started to kick up.

you didn’t look up right away when you heard it — that low, heavy hum of something old, something built back when cars still had metal guts and trucks were made to pull weight, not just look good parked outside the feed store. this wasn’t the sweet purr of some restored muscle car. no, this was a workhorse.

you let your eyes flick up from where you’d been tracing a splinter in the porch rail with your thumb, stomach tight, heart thudding against your ribs in that anxious, twitchy way you always got before a storm broke or a fight started.

the truck came into view slow and steady, like it wasn’t in any particular hurry. a 1965 ford f 100, faded navy blue with spots of rust blooming around the wheel wells and along the tailgate. the kind of truck that’d been fixed up more times than it probably should’ve, still carried the ghosts of old farm dogs in the back bed, the paint rubbed clean in spots from bales of hay and milk crates.

your dad stood up, stretching his back with a grunt like he already regretted the conversation you were about to have. the truck pulled up alongside the house, engine settling into a low, rough idle. you could hear the hiss of gravel under the tires as it rolled to a stop.

the driver’s side door opened with a long, creaking groan of old hinges, and then you saw him.

he was… well, not what you’d imagined.

not some grizzled old man with a gut and a chew-stained ball cap like you half-expected. no, this man — probably late 30's, early 40's — wore the years like a well-used leather jacket. rough around the edges, sun-worn and sharp-eyed. his hair was long enough to tuck behind his ears, streaked silver in places but mostly still dark, and his face carried the kind of lines that didn’t come from smiling much.

plain t-shirt, scuffed jeans, boots that had seen more dirt than most people walked in a lifetime. there was a quiet about him, something measured in the way he stepped down from the truck, like he didn’t waste movement unless it was necessary.

you swallow at the sight of his prosthetic, you knew it was there after all your father spoke of him as if he had hung the sun, maybe he had.

he gave your dad a nod, one of those wordless greetings men like them traded. you half expected them to spit in their palms and shake on it.

“buck,” your dad called you could hear the smile in his voice,

bucky reached into the cab, pulled out a cigarette from a crumpled pack, before glancing toward you. his eyes were sharp, impossibly blue, like the kind of river water that stayed cold year-round no matter how hot the day got. they flicked over you once — head to toe — then settled somewhere just past your shoulder like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to deal with you yet.

“this her?” he asked, voice rough and deep, like it had been sanded down over the years, left to dry out in the sun.

your dad jerked his chin toward you. “this’s my girl,” he said. “won’t give me a lick of peace. figure it’s your turn.”

your stomach twisted. nothing like being passed off like old livestock.

bucky didn’t say anything right away. just looked at you for a long, quiet moment. not sizing you up, exactly — not in the way boys did back home. this was different. a kind of assessing look, like he was figuring how much work it’d take to break you in, or whether you were worth the trouble.

“bag packed?” he asked finally.

you almost laughed, sharp and bitter. “wouldn’t wanna keep the cows waiting,” you muttered under your breath.

bucky’s mouth twitched — not quite a smirk, not quite a scowl — like he wasn’t sure if he was annoyed or impressed. “grab it,” he said simply, jerking a thumb toward the truck bed.

your dad clapped him on the shoulder, muttered something low you didn’t catch. they exchanged a look, one of those old man looks that spoke in years instead of words, and you hated how it made you feel like a child again, like something small and helpless and left behind.

you stood, legs stiff, grabbing the half-zipped duffel from where it sat slumped by the porch post. the thing felt heavier than it should’ve, filled with clothes you barely wanted and a handful of things you couldn’t bring yourself to leave behind — an old cassette tape, a silver ring that didn’t fit anymore, a bundle of letters you never mailed.

your dad didn’t say much else. just reached out, cuffed you lightly on the back of the head in that too-rough way he thought passed for affection.

“try not to burn his place down,” he grumbled. "i love you."

you didn’t look back when you climbed into the passenger seat of bucky’s truck, the leather warm and cracked under your thighs. the cab smelled like sun-bleached denim, old tobacco, and motor oil. a pair of work gloves sat on the dash. a handful of cassette tapes rattled around in the glove box when he pulled it open to toss the cigarette pack inside.

the door shut with a heavy, final kind of thud. bucky shifted into gear without another word.

as the truck rolled forward, you saw your dad in the rearview, getting smaller and smaller, until he was just a figure on a porch in a town you’d never see the same again.

bucky didn’t say much for the first few miles. just let the hum of the engine fill the silence, one hand draped loosely over the wheel, the other fiddling with the radio knob until a half-decent country station crackled to life.

you kept your eyes on the road ahead. riverbend shrinking in the rearview, the trees growing taller and thicker as you left the edge of town, the land flattening out into stretches of field and orchard, the sky wide and endless.

and for the first time in days, maybe weeks, you let yourself breathe.

because whatever waited for you at bucky’s place — cows, chores, silence, maybe the ghosts of his past and yours — it wasn’t riverbend.

the road stretched out like a long, pale scar through the hills, and the hum of the truck’s engine settled into something steady, something almost calming if you didn’t think too hard about it. the sky was bruising up good now, that kind of late-evening blue that made the trees look like they were cut from black paper. crickets already starting up somewhere in the tall grass.

you picked at a thread unraveling from your jean shorts, the denim gone soft with too many summers and bad decisions, and tried to ignore how the cab smelled — like dust, motor oil, and whatever aftershave men like him always seemed to carry around.

bucky didn’t talk much. you weren’t surprised.

he drove with one arm slung careless over the wheel, the other propped against the open window, long fingers tapping out a rhythm on the doorframe to whatever sad old country song warbled low on the radio. his jaw was sharp under the scruff peppered gray, his profile catching what little light was left in the day.

and then — without looking over, without changing tone, he spoke.

“heard you got in trouble for entertainin’ little boys.”

your stomach dropped straight into your boots.your head snaped toward him, mouth parting in a sharp, breathless little sound you didn’t quite catch in time.

he didn’t smirk, didn’t grin, didn’t tease it out the way the town boys would’ve. it was said plain, like asking about the weather, like it was just a fact of life. like he already knew.

“that what happened?” he asked, voice thick with that gravel-worn edge, cutting through the humid hush of the truck cab like a goddamn switchblade.

you felt heat crawl up the back of your neck, not embarrassment exactly — you were long past giving a shit what folks thought — but it was something. the old kind of shame. the kind you carried with you like a nail in the heel of your boot.

“depends who you ask,” you muttered, eyes dropping to your lap, thumb still worrying at the frayed seam.

bucky huffed out something that might’ve been a laugh, though it didn’t sound particularly kind. “sure as hell ain’t your daddy askin’.”

you didn’t answer. just let the hum of the road and the dry rustle of wind through cracked windows fill the space.

a crow crossed overhead, black wings dragging against the sky.

after a beat, bucky spoke again, voice a little quieter, like maybe he wasn’t tryin’ to be cruel after all. “you get mixed up out there, that’s your business. but you pull any of that shit on my land, you’re gonna wish it was your daddy dealin’ with you.”

it wasn’t a threat. it wasn’t even angry.

it was a line drawn in the dirt — clear as day.

you swallowed, the knot in your throat thick and tight, and nodded once. because what the hell else were you gonna do.

the orchard fences started showing up after that. old wood bleached bone-white from sun, sagging in places, the fields beyond dotted with cows like fat lumps of coal.

fireflies lit up in the distance, tiny flickers against the dusk.

you stole a glance at him then. the sharp line of his nose, the scar near his brow you hadn’t noticed before, the way his knuckles looked busted up, half-healed and calloused.

handsome, not like those dumb summer boys in their cut-off shirts and borrowed trucks. but something else. something steady. something mean in a way you recognized.

and god help you — you didn’t hate it.

“how long’s the drive?” you asked finally, voice scratchy, a little raw.

bucky lit a cigarette one-handed, cracked a window, and let the smoke drift out.

“‘bout twenty minutes,” he said.

you shouldn’t have said it. shouldn’t even have thought it.

the question crept up outta nowhere, slinking through the thick heat of the cab, right past the tangled knot in your throat, and out your mouth before you could snatch it back.

"you married?"

it landed heavy in the quiet. not sharp, not loud — but thick. like molasses in a glass of cold milk. nd as soon as the words left your lips, you felt the regret settle right under your skin, a slow, prickling warmth that made the back of your neck itch.

you didn’t even know why you asked. wasn’t your business. wasn’t your concern.

but maybe it was the stretch of road ahead, long and cracked and endless, the kind of road that made you feel like you could confess anything, just to break the spell of it. or maybe it was the way his jaw looked in the dying light, the flicker of the cigarette hanging off the edge of his mouth, that curl of smoke catching the last of the orange-pink sunset and making him look like something half-carved out of stone.

whatever it was — you wished like hell you’d swallowed it down.

bucky didn’t answer right away. just let the smoke linger between his teeth before huffing it out the cracked window, his hand steady on the wheel.

you could hear the worn tires crunching against the road’s shoulder as the truck hummed along, see the outline of a barn off in the distance — paint stripped down to bare wood, sagging a little like everything else out here.

he finally spoke, voice low, rough, worn down to bone.

“no”

one word. nothing else.

but it was thick with something — not regret, not bitterness either. more like a what’s it to you, kid? like he was waiting for you to dig yourself a little deeper.

you should’ve shut your mouth right there. should’ve let the silence settle again, let the wheels turn and the crickets hum and the sky get darker.

but you didn’t.

“figure a guy like you would’ve had somebody waitin’ on him,” you said, trying to sound careless, like it wasn’t a thought that kept snagging at the back of your mind. “some wife bakin’ pies, leavin’ the porch light on.”

bucky’s mouth twitched around the cigarette, a sound half-huff, half-laugh rattling out of him.

you shrugged, pulling your knees up onto the cracked leather seat, arms wrapping around them as you watched the dusk roll by. the fields were getting darker now, the fireflies bolder, the world stretching out wide and empty.

“just trying to lighten the mood,” you mumbled, eyes flicking to him. the corner of his mouth curled, not a smile, not really, but something close enough to make your stomach dip.

“that what you’re lookin’ for?” he asked, voice rough and dry like gravel over an old country road.

you didn’t answer, just let your gaze drop back to the window, heart thudding heavy against your ribs. you hadn’t meant to turn this into somethin’. hadn’t meant for your voice to sound like that, all soft and low and hopeful in a way you didn’t even recognize.

bucky took another slow drag of his cigarette, fingers tapping against the wheel, and for a long moment neither of you said a word, only fixed your eyes on the dogtag hanging from his rearview mirrorr. eyes squinting as you attempted to read the ungodly worn words.

jemes buchanan barnes?

no, that was an a.

james, his name is james. assuming the tag is his of course.

the orchard came into view a minute later. you saw the edge of it first — rows of trees gone dark in the fading light, heavy with green fruit not ready to drop just yet. then the house, small and square with a porch light buzzing faintly, paint peeling from the siding.

the truck slowed, tires crunching over the gravel drive.

bucky killed the engine, the sudden silence pressing in like a weight. he turned, eyes catching yours through the mirror, quiet but sharp.

“we’re here.”

the porch light flickered, casting long shadows that stretched across the cracked wooden steps. you exhaled, a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, and slid the door open, the cool night air rushing in.

the scent of earth and apples and old wood filled your lungs — home, but not yours. not yet. bucky reached over and grabbed your bag from the seat, hoisting it easily onto his shoulder.

“come on,” he said, voice softer now, something like invitation.

you stepped down onto the gravel, the crunch loud in the stillness. the porch creaked beneath yourshoes as you climbed the steps, eyes lingering on the dark windows, wondering what you were walking into.

bucky was already at the door, keys jangling in his hand.he opened it with a slow creak, the faint smell of cinnamon and something baking drifting out to meet you.

the kitchen light spilled warm and golden into the night, and for the first time since you’d left home, something inside you softened.

“welcome,” he said, stepping aside. “try not to break anything.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo can I please request a Bucky x fem!Enhanced!reader where she is Tony Stark’s daughter (he didn’t know about her until she found him an adult and now they’re super close) and she has mind reading powers and telepathy She is also super close with the other Avengers (especially Steve and Sam). She meets and falls in love with Bucky when she does a study abroad program for a year is Romania, the same time Bucky is on the run and living in Romania. Imagine Steve’s surprise when he tracks down Bucky to his apartment and finds Y/n living there with him in a serious relationship. And imagine her Dad’s surprise when SHEILD agents not only drag in Steve, Sam, Bucky, T’Challa, but also his daughter (who is now crying in his arms wanting Bucky, her bf). And because she can read minds, she knows what Zemo’s intentions are but couldn’t stop him in time?🥺 Anyways, Tony, Steve, and Bucky all want her to stay far away from the civil war but she hides on the Steve/Bucky’s jet and follows them and stops the three of them from fighting but they accidentally really hurt her in the process? The Avengers get back together?

(Endgame never happens)

Can’t Break Up Love » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend/Enhanced!Reader, Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter/Enhanced!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and T’Challa/Black Panther

Summary: Summary is what the request says⤴️

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, language, mentions of HYDRA, accidental injuries, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵 it’s so amazingly described🥰

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

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

Finding out you’re the daughter of a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist is something you would’ve never expected. You expected your dad to be just a regular guy, which he is in a way… kinda. All though, he is a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, he’s also Iron Man and an Avenger, which is the coolest thing ever. After your mom told you who he is, you contacted him and met him. Now, you and Tony have an amazing father daughter relationship.

“Are you sure you want to study abroad in Romania for a semester?” Tony asks.

“Yes, dad. You know I love to travel.” You say with a smile.

“You know I’m just looking after you, super girl.” He says.

You smiled and hugged him.

“Thank you for letting me use the jet.” You say.

“Anytime.” Tony replies. “Call me when you land.” He says, kissing your forehead.

“Will do, dad.” You smiled.

———

That was a few weeks ago. You’re still getting used to Romania. You were staring down at the map to the apartment building you’re staying in when you accidentally bumped into someone, causing you to drop your stuff.

“I am so sorry!” You apologized.

“It’s ok.” The man said.

You crouched down to pick up your things and so did the man.

“I’m James, but everyone calls me Bucky.” Bucky introduces himself.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced.

“Are you visiting?” He asks curiously.

“Yes, but I’m also studying abroad for a semester.” You tell him.

“I’ve been here for a while so if you want, I can show you around.” He suggests.

“Yes please!” You say almost immediately.

Bucky chuckles.

“Where are you headed to?” He asks.

“My apartment.” You tell him, pointing to it on the map.

“You’re in luck. That’s where I live too.” He smiles.

“That’s great! I’ll see a friendly face.” You say with a smile.

Bucky walked you to the apartment building you two live in. As if it were fate, you and Bucky live on the same floor. There’s a few apartments in between you guys.

“I’d invite you in, but I have to study for a test tomorrow.” You say.

“No worries. Hopefully we’ll see each other tomorrow.” Bucky says with hopefulness in his voice.

“Hopefully.” You say with the same hopefulness in your voice.

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek before going into your apartment. Bucky had a smile on his face when he walked in his own apartment. He felt a newfound warmth in his heart and so did you.

The next day, you were so nervous about the test. Your mind was all over the place. That all washed away when you seen Bucky in the hallway of the apartment building.

“Good luck on your test.” Bucky smiles.

“Thank you!” You smiled back.

“Can I walk you to school?” He asks.

“Sure.” You replied.

The walk to school didn’t take long. You and Bucky talked the whole walk. It turns out that you and Bucky have a lot in common.

“Thank you for walking me to school, Bucky.” You smiled.

“Anytime, doll.” He smiles.

Bucky kissed your cheek, making you blush and smile.

“That kiss is for good luck.” He says.

“Thank you.” You smiled again.

“Now, go take that test.” He says, giving you a pat on the back.

You nodded and walked in the building with high hopes that you’d pass your test.

A few days have passed since you’ve taken your test. You were still positive that you did good on it. When you got your test back, you were over the moon with the grade you got that you went straight to Bucky’s apartment to show it to him. You repeatedly and rapidly knocked on his door till he opened it.

“Give a man a chance to open the door, doll.” Bucky jokes.

You held your test up, showing Bucky your grade. Bucky took it from your hand and looked at it, smiling when he saw your grade.

“You got an A! Good job, doll!” He says with a smile.

Out of nowhere, you kissed him, surprising the both of you. Your eyes widened when you realized what you were doing. You quickly pulled away.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” You apologized.

“Why are you apologizing?” Bucky asks.

Before you could answer, Bucky kissed you. This time, you didn’t pull away. Your hands grasped onto the fabric of his sweatshirt. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you inside of his apartment and closed the door so no one walked by and seen you two kissing. That’s when you and Bucky started to fall in love with each other.

As you and Bucky got to know each other more, you two went on dates. Bucky asked you to be his girlfriend and he also asked you to be his girlfriend, which you happily said yes to both. Since Bucky is on the run, he wanted to have at home dates. You didn’t question it. You thought it was cute. Although, you don’t the reason why he’s on the run, you figured he’d tell you the reason when he’s ready to.

“Tell me something else I don’t know about you.” You say, maneuvering yourself so you were sitting sideways and criss crossed on the couch.

“You pretty much know everything about me, doll face.” Bucky says, laying his metal arm across the back of the couch.

Bucky found the confidence to tell you and show you that he has a metal arm. At first, he thought you’d be scared of him cause of it, but you’re not. You accept Bucky the way he is.

“I know, but I want to know more about you.” You pouted.

Bucky can’t resist it when you pout. He leaned towards you and kissed you before leaning back against the arm of the couch.

“Let’s see…” Bucky thought to himself for a moment. “Would you believe me if I told you that I’m actually almost 100 years old.” He says.

“There’s no way you’re almost 100 years old.” You said.

“I am.” He confirms.

“How?” You asked. “You look like you’re in your late 30s or early 40s.” You say.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. I was actually born in 1917.” He tells you.

“So my boyfriend is an old man?” You giggled.

Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at you.

“I’ll let the old joke slide this time. Now it’s your turn to tell me something I don’t know about you.” Bucky says.

You hummed to yourself and bit your bottom lip as you thought of something. You finally thought of something. You never told Bucky that you have mind reading and telepathy powers. You were scared of what he’ll think when he finds out. Now is a better time than never to tell him.

“I have powers.” You tell him, fiddling with your fingers.

“What kind of powers?” He asks curiously.

“Mind reading and telepathy.” You tell him.

“How did you get them?” He asks.

“HYDRA.” You answered.

Bucky already knew your experience with HYDRA couldn’t have been any better than his without asking. Any experience with HYDRA is horrible.

“I’m sorry you had to endure the pain of HYDRA.” Bucky says softly and sympathetically.

“Thanks.” You say, giving him a soft smile.

Bucky kissed you to lighten the mood. You smiled against his lips and cupped his stubbly cheeks, rubbing your thumbs against the stubble of his beard.

“I love you, baby.” You whispered.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He whispers back.

The next day, you and Bucky went to the market down the street from where you two live. You two walked there hand in hand. You sensed something off about Bucky when you two left the apartment. You didn’t need to read his mind to know something was wrong. He was on high alert the whole time. You didn’t want to pester him about it though.

“Baby, look! They have those cookies I was telling you about you about the other day!” You exclaimed excitedly, showing him the package of cookies.

“That’s nice, doll. We should get them.” Bucky says.

“Yes!” You say, pumping your fist in the air out of excitement.

Bucky got a few plums from the fruit stand. As you two were paying for yours and his groceries, Bucky knew something didn’t feel right. It was like a gut feeling. He looked across the street, making eye contact with the vendor. The man looked at Bucky and then looked at the newspaper. It didn’t take him long to realize who Bucky is. Even in a disguise, he still recognized him. He ran out of his stand. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you watched him run.

“That was weird.” You say.

“I know right.” Bucky says.

You and Bucky walked hand in hand as you two crossed the street, walking to the stand the man ran away from. Bucky picked up the newspaper, seeing his picture on it.

This is not true. How could he have done something horrible in Vienna if he’s been with you all day? Unless if someone is trying to frame him for something he didn’t even do. That has to be it.

Bucky’s jaw clenched as he looked around.

“We have to go.” Bucky says, wrapping his arm around you protectively.

“Where?” You asked.

“Home.” He says.

Little did the both of you know that Steve was in yours and Bucky’s apartment while you guys were out. Steve looked around the apartment, finding your things there. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out why your things would be in Bucky’s apartment. As soon as you and Bucky walked in the apartment, your eyes went wide when you seen Steve dressed in his Captain America suit. Steve turned around, seeing you and Bucky standing a few feet away from him. He also noticed you two holding hands.

“Y/N?” Steve asks.

“Hi, Steve.” You say.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“I live with Bucky.” You tell him.

That was enough to tell Steve that you and Bucky are in a serious relationship.

“Do you know who I am?” Steve asks, adverting his attention to Bucky.

“You’re Steve. I read about you in the museum.” Bucky says.

You stood next to Bucky, listening to the two men talk. You had no clue what was going on. You were clueless about why Steve was there.

“I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore.” Bucky says.

That when it hit you. The reason why Steve is there is to protect Bucky and also you.

“Whatever you think he did, he didn’t do it.” You chimed in, defending Bucky.

“I’m on your side.” Steve assures.

“They’re coming your way.” Sam informs Steve in his ear piece.

“Why did you pull me out of the river?” Steve asks Bucky.

Bucky’s mind was all over the place. He knew the reason why he pulled Steve out of the river, but he didn’t know in that moment.

“I don’t know.” Bucky answers.

“Yes you do.” Steve says.

That’s when something was thrown through the window. You three looked down, eyes widening when you guys realized it was a bomb.

“What the f-” Bucky grabbed you and held you close to him, picking up the mattress to use it as a shield when the bomb exploded.

Then the door was busted open and cops entered the apartment. Bucky pushed you to Steve. Not in a rude way. In a way of protecting you. Your eyes were wide as you watched your boyfriend tried to fight off the cops.

“Buck, stop!” Steve put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “You’re gonna kill someone!” He says.

Bucky knocked Steve to the floor and used his metal fist to punch a hole in the floor next to Steve, pulling a backpack out from underneath the floorboards.

“I’m not gonna kill anyone.” Bucky says.

Bucky shoved the backpack in your hands and looked deep in your eyes.

“Do you trust me?” Bucky asks.

“With my life.” You answered.

“Take this backpack and jump onto the roof across the balcony and I’ll come find you, ok?” He says.

“Ok.” You said.

Bucky gave you a quick peck on the lips before going back to fighting off the cops with Steve’s help. You put the backpack on your back and looked at the roof across from yours and Bucky’s apartment. You took a couple deep breathes before running and jumping to the roof. Surprisingly, you didn’t hurt yourself. You were surprised that you could jump that far.

“That was so cool!” You say to yourself.

Sam seen you on the roof as he flew over it.

“Who’s the person who just jumped on the roof from the apartment?” Sam asks.

“Y/N. Keep an eye on her.” Steve informs him.

“Got it, Cap!” He replies.

Sam flew down toward you. You looked up and seen Sam.

“Oh shit.” You mumbled to yourself.

Sam’s here too? What the hell is going on?

Something in your mind was telling you to run and you did. Bucky jumped to the roof you’re on a moment later.

“Doll!” Bucky shouts.

You stopped running when you heard Bucky’s voice. You turned around and ran to him. You gave him the backpack. He was about to put it on his back when someone in an all black suit that looked like a cat jumped onto the roof, coming out of nowhere.

You were so confused at this point. You decided to read the person’s mind. Your eyes glowed blue as you read his mind, your eyes widening what you read from his mind. The person who attacked Bucky wants him dead or locked up for something he was framed for.

Bucky managed to get away from the guy and ran, grabbing your hand. You and Bucky got to the edge of the roof. Before you could ask how you two were going to get down, Bucky wrapped his right arm around you with a tight grip and used his metal arm to slide down the wall. The guy in the all black cat suit followed you guys. Steve also caught up with you guys, running after you guys. Sam followed you guys from above.

Cars swerved to avoid hitting you guys. That’s when Bucky grabbed a motorcycle, throwing the person off of it and you two got on it. Not too long after that, you, Bucky, Steve, Sam, and the guy in the cat looking costume got stopped by Rhodey and the cops. You guys held your hands up in surrender.

“Congratulations, Cap. You’re a criminal. So are you Y/N. Your dad isn’t going to be proud of you when he finds out.” Rhodey says.

Bucky got shoved to the ground and handcuffed.

“Bucky!” You screamed.

Steve wrapped his arms around your waist before and pulled you against him you could get to your boyfriend. Bucky looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He didn’t mean for you to get involved in any of this. He was just trying to protect you and tried his best to avoid all of this from happening.

You guys got put into a transport vehicle and the right was quiet. Your face was covered in tears and you fiddled with your fingers. You also found out the guy who was in the Black Panther costume is T’Challa.

“Do you like cats?” Sam’s asks T’Challa.

“Sam…” Steve warns.

“He showed up dressed as a cat and you don’t want to know more?” He says.

“I do.” You say with a small giggle.

“Y/N wants to know too.” He says.

Steve turned around, giving you and Sam a warning look. You two remained quiet after that.

“Are you ok?” Sam asks you.

“I would say yes, but I just witnessed my boyfriend getting arrested for something he didn’t even do so I’m pretty far from ok.” You answered.

“Hang in there, little Stark.” He says, patting your knee.

The vehicle pulled up to a big building. You weren’t sure what it was. You watched as Bucky was being hauled around in a pod type of thing. You took a couple steps in his direction, but Sam stopped you by grabbing your arm and gently pulled you towards him.

“I know you want to go to him, but you can’t right now.” Sam says softly.

Your eyes teared up again. You seen your dad a few feet away. You ran straight to him and hugged him, breaking down in tears. Tony was surprised to see you and wondered why you were in the transport vehicle with Steve, Sam, and T’Challa. He didn’t question it though. He’s just happy to see you.

“It’s ok, super girl.” Tony whispers, comforting you.

Tony took you to a room that looks like a conference room. Steve and Sam followed.

“He didn’t do it.” You say after a few minutes.

“You can’t be too sure about that, kid.” Sharon says.

“No one fucking asked for your damn opinion!” You practically hissed at her.

Sharon scoffed before walking of the room.

“Bucky wasn’t in Vienna or wherever this happened. He was with me the whole time.” You tell everyone truthfully.

Steve and Sam believed you, but not so much your dad.

“How can you be so sure?” Tony asks.

“Cause I would’ve known if he did something he shouldn’t have done.” You say.

The more Tony stared at you, he could tell that there’s something you’re not telling him.

“What are you not telling me, young lady?” Tony asks in his dad voice.

You slid down in your chair and fiddled with your fingers.

“Tell him, Y/N.” Steve says softly.

“Tell me what?” Tony asks, looking from you to Steve and back to you.

You really didn’t want to tell your dad that your boyfriend is the former Winter Soldier. You already knew that he wouldn’t stop asking if you don’t tell him so you might as well tell him before he finds out from someone else.

“Bucky is my boyfriend.” You tell him after a few seconds.

It was quiet after that. You looked up at your dad to see a look on his face that appears when he’s pissed off about something. You already knew this wasn’t going to be good.

“No, absolutely not.” Tony says.

“I love him, dad! He loves me too!” You exclaimed.

“You are not dating someone who’s a criminal.” He says.

“I said no! You are not dating him!” He says, raising his voice.

Your bottom lip quivered and you stood up from your chair, running out of the room.

“Are you going to go after her?” Sam asks.

“No.” Tony rubs his hands over his face. “She’s going to calm down and come to her senses and realize I’m right.” Tony says.

“She’s in love with him. I’ve seen it.” Steve says.

Tony looks at Steve, narrowing his eyes at him.

“Who’s side are you on, Rogers?” Tony asks.

“I’m on your daughter’s side.” Steve says.

All Tony did was scoff.

When you ran of the room, you decided to wander around the building to try to find Bucky. You found him in an almost empty room. There was nothing but the metal pod Bucky was in and a table and chair in front of it. There was a man in there with Bucky, who’s name is Helmut Zemo.

Before you could do anything the power went out and a red lit up the room. Zemo started reading words from a book in Russian. You didn’t understand what he was saying, but you knew it was good cause Bucky was starting to get mad.

“Stop it!” Bucky growls.

Zemo kept reading the words. Bucky broke free from the restrains and pounded his metal fist against the door of the metal pod like a caged animal trying to get out of its cage. When he finally broke free from the metal pod, he slowly stood up with a dark look in his eyes. The whole room was silent. It was like a calm before a storm.

You decided to take the opportunity to read Zemo’s mind to see what his intentions are. Your eyes glowed blue as you read his mind. The things he was thinking about at the moment was a mission report from December 16, 1991 and he wanted to see an empire fall. You were curious to know what those two things meant.

All hell broke loose before you could do anything. Your eyes went wide. You quickly hid alongside the wall. You closed your eyes and tried to process what you just saw.

“Y/N, where’s Bucky?” Steve asks.

You pointed to the room next to you. Steve went in there and so did you and Sam. Zemo was laying on the floor. Steve picked him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Steve growls.

“To see an empire fall.” Zemo says.

Out of anger, you punched Zemo in the face, giving a bloody nose.

“What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?!” You asked.

“You’ll find out soon, Miss. Stark.” Zemo says, smirking facetiously.

What’s that supposed to mean and how does this man know your name?

That’s when Bucky came out of nowhere and started throwing punches at Steve and Sam. You backed up against the wall so you didn’t get caught up in the mix. Even as the Winter Soldier, Bucky would never hurt you. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he did hurt you.

“Get Y/N out of here!” Steve says to Sam.

Sam nodded and grabbed your arm. You two started running and exited the building. Sam saw Zemo’s jacket on the ground. He picked it up and then looked around. He dropped it back on the ground.

“Stay here.” Sam says.

You nodded. You assumed Sam went back inside to help Steve. You felt like you should do something to help so you came up with a plan. You figured that the quinjet was somewhere around there. You figured if you hid somewhere on the quinjet that you could stop something bad from happening. So you found it and got on it, hiding somewhere inside of it so no one could see you. You also found a mission suit that belongs to Natasha and put it on so you blended in more.

During the flight, you didn’t know where Bucky and Steve were going until you heard one of them say HYDRA. You didn’t know which base they were going to though. The conversation Bucky and Steve were having made you tear up. The things HYDRA did to Bucky and made him do broke your heart.

What it seemed like hours, you were still hiding in the quinjet. You wanted to go inside of the base before it was too late, but not too early. You managed to sneak inside of the base without Bucky and Steve seeing you. You hid along the walls and stayed quiet. You seen your dad there too.

What’s your dad doing here?

You watched as anger bubble in your dad as he watched a video on a small screen.

“Did you know?” Tony asks Steve.

“I didn’t it was him.” Steve says.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers!” He says. “Did you know?” He asks again.

Steve nodded his head yes. Tony blasted Steve with an energy blast, which he blocked with his shield. Bucky rose his gun to defend Steve, but Tony blasted it out of his hands. Your eyes went wide. You knew this was just going to get worst. You needed to stop it and now’s that time.

“Dad, stop!” You shouted, coming out of your hiding spot.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Tony asks.

“Stopping you from killing my boyfriend.” You say.

“Kid, if you knew why I’m doing this, you’d understand.” He says.

Tony rose his hand up, blasting an energy blast at Bucky. Steve threw his shield to Bucky and he caught it, holding it in front of himself. The energy blast hit the shield and then came flying towards you. It hit you before you could jump out of the way. Everyone’s hearts dropped to the pits of their stomachs and their eyes grew wide. Bucky was the first one to be by your side.

“Doll, wake up.” Bucky whispers, gently tapping your cheek.

Tony shoved Bucky aside to get to you. Steve got down by your side too. Tony placed his hand on your chest where heart is.

“Jarvis, check for a heartbeat.” Tony says.

“Heartbeat detected, but she’s in critical condition and needs medical attention.” Jarvis informs him.

“We need to get her to a hospital.” Steve says.

Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet with Steve and Tony following behind him. As Steve flew the quinjet, Tony watched Bucky closely with you. Bucky whispered nothing but sweet words to you. Seeing how sweet and loving Bucky is with you, made Tony want to change his mind about how he thinks about him.

You woke up a few hours later in a hospital room. Your eyes squinted to adjust to the light. You heard a monitor beeping and the voices of your dad and your boyfriend.

“Guys, she’s awake.” Steve says.

You turned your head to the right to see Bucky, Steve, and your dad.

“Hi, doll.” Bucky smiles. “How do you feel?” He asks.

“Like I got hit by a truck.” You winced. “What happened?” You asked.

“You got hit with an energy blast that was meant for Bucky.” Steve says.

“The doctors want you to stay here for a few days for observation.” Tony says.

After a few days in the hospital, you were able to go home. Home meaning the Avengers compound. Your dad and Bucky talked it out and he’s living in the compound. Bucky is sharing your bedroom with you. Tony, Steve, Sam, and the rest of the Avengers talked everything out and got the team back together. They even asked Bucky to be part of the team, which he happily accepted.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asks softly.

“I don’t feel as sore as I did a few days ago. Your kisses made me feel better.” You says.

“I’ll happily give you more kisses, doll” He says.

“Then what are you waiting for, Sarge?” You murmured softly and playfully.

Bucky leaned down, kissing you sweetly and passionately. The kiss was short lived when Jarvis’s voice sounded through the intercom of the lounge room.

“Mr. Stark said to get back to work, Sergeant Barnes.” Jarvis says

Bucky groaned, making you giggle.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky says softly and kissed you once more.

“I love you too, baby.” You murmured softly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[skwangmbyul]

rusted | thunderbolts - henny meets the team

can be read as a standalone but this story is part of a longer universe called rusted

domestic, domestic, domestic pregnancy!wife

rusted masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes never thought he’d go back to enjoying something as simple as sleeping in. For years, all it took was closing his eyes for nightmares to swarm his mind like impatient ghosts. Back then, sleep wasn’t a pleasure — it was survival. A minefield he had to cross, night after night.

Until he married Hennessy.

Hennessy, who insisted on picking the best mattresses, the softest comforters, and placed scented candles around the room with military precision.

There was always one of those artificial — yet soothing — rain sounds playing in the background, as if she wanted even the silence to feel warm. And when she slept, she wrapped around him like a koala. Her head resting on his chest, her breathing syncing rhythmically with the beat of his heart — a quiet dance that made him forget everything that came before her.

Yes, Bucky Barnes liked sleeping in.

It wasn’t always possible. Not with the new superhero life, the unpredictable schedules, and the constant missions sent by Valentina. But that Friday night, as he lay down and gently pulled Hennessy close, carefully cradling the prominent curve of her belly into a safe, comfortable position, and breathed in the familiar scent of cardamom from her hair, Bucky was sure:

Tomorrow, he’d sleep until the sun was high in the sky.

Hennessy Stark, however, had other plans.

Bucky groaned when he sensed his wife moving around the room. He’d felt Henny slip from his arms, but figured she was just making a quick trip to the bathroom and would be right back. A peek through the blackout curtain told him it was barely sunrise.

— Doll, come back to bed. What’re you doing? — he murmured groggily, turning on the mattress and reaching for the still-warm sheets where she’d been. His head sank deeper into the pillow, voice low and raspy, still clinging to sleep.

His arm stretched out blindly, lazily — but full of affection.

— It’s six-thirty, baby. Time to get up — she said, stretching with her arms above her head, her body elongating.

— Says who? — Bucky grunted, sinking a little deeper into the mattress. — You never wake up this early.

— James, your team’s coming over for lunch today. I can’t believe you forgot.

That was enough to make him open his eyes and look at her, brows arched in a mix of disbelief and drowsiness.

He hadn’t forgotten.

In fact, he’d reminded all five of his teammates throughout the entire week — repeatedly, patiently, more diligently than usual. Precisely because if someone missed it (even Walker), Hennessy would probably declare war. She was excited about this lunch, planning the menu carefully, testing recipes, asking him every other day about everyone’s dietary preferences. And Bucky, dutifully, relayed every detail.

He knew how much it meant to her.

And no matter how many years went by, he doubted he’d ever fully get used to the fact that someone like him had found a place in the heart of someone like her. A relentless ray of sunshine, illuminating everything without asking for permission. She made friends with delivery drivers, loved building connections, bringing people together, finding meaning in the most ordinary encounters.

So no — he hadn’t forgotten.

But that still didn’t explain why the hell she was already up before seven in the morning.

— Doll, didn’t we schedule for 1 PM? — he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, trying to shake off the fog. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the soft light seeping through the curtain.

On a mission, he never would’ve slept that deeply. His senses would’ve been sharp, body tense, always prepared for danger.

But here, in this house that was now their home, he allowed himself to let his guard down. For the first time in a long time, he was learning that peace was something he deserved too.

— Baby, that’s only seven hours until then. I need to cook, do my hair, fix my nails — they’re a disaster. And you promised you’d fix the office bathroom — she listed, counting off each item on her fingers like they were top-priority tasks in a high-risk mission.

Bucky let his head fall to the side, giving her a genuinely tired look.

— Hennessy, no one’s using that bathroom today — he said, slowly, almost dragging the words out. He sat up with a bit of effort, his body still heavy, but accepting the inevitable start of the day.

Hennessy turned to him in absolute silence. One brow arched, head tilted, eyes narrowing into that expression — the one that said loud and clear: Do you really want to argue with your pregnant wife?

She didn’t even have to speak.

Bucky already knew he’d lost.

— Fine — he sighed, shoulders dropping in a good-humored surrender. — I’ll fix the bathroom.

Her smile bloomed as if the day had finally begun. In just a few steps, she crossed the room and stopped in front of him, leaning in gently. Her hands rested on his shoulders with ease, and then she lowered herself a little more, her lips meeting his in a soft kiss, slow but full of life.

— Thank you — she whispered against his lips, lingering just a second longer than necessary. — Good morning, babe.

— Morning, doll — he chuckled, a warm hum in his chest.

Yes, he’d fix the damn bathroom.

Bucky Barnes would do anything Hennessy Stark asked of him.

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The number of things Hennessy managed to get done while Bucky was upstairs fixing the office bathroom plumbing was downright absurd. When he came back down a few hours later — a shameful amount of time for a super soldier, although Bucky had to admit he’d spent a considerable portion of it lying on the bathroom floor watching cat videos on his phone — the warm, comforting smell of roast beef wrapped around him like a hug.

He found her in the living room, sitting with absurd focus. A foil cap was perfectly wrapped around her head — a sign that her hair was, as she liked to say, being “honored” — and her eyes were half-lidded with concentration as she carefully ran a polish brush over her nails. The vibrant cyan blue popped against her skin, perfectly matching the earrings that never left her ears.

She was genuinely happy to host the team at home. Hennessy wanted to get to know everyone better, but had firmly refused to go to the Tower.

They’d agreed from the beginning: the pregnancy would remain a secret — far from the tabloids' ravenous eyes. It was a necessary boundary. But there was more to it. Every time someone mentioned the Tower, Bucky noticed the subtle tightening of her shoulders, the way her gaze would flick away, like she was trying to hide a wound still too raw.

It was the same Tower her father had built.

Tony had been gone for two years, and wounds like that — well, they never fully healed. They just took time to scar.

Bucky didn’t bother with subtlety. He knelt beside the couch when he saw she was on the last nail and waited patiently as she blew gently on her fingertips, lips pursed, fully immersed in the task.

— All done — she said, flashing her nails with a small, proud smile.

— Can I reward your hard work? — he asked softly, leaning in to place a kiss on her knee before rising to his feet. — How about a full tub and a nap before the gang shows up?

She looked up, thoughtful, but with that familiar sparkle in her eyes.

— Only if you come in with me — she replied, her voice slow and sweet, like she was proposing a little mischief. Before he could say a word, she slid forward on the couch, wrapping her legs around his waist with practiced ease. — Please...

He stifled a laugh, hands gently holding her thighs, shaking his head in exaggerated regret.

— You know I won’t let you rest if I get in there with you, doll.

— Coward... — she murmured, letting him go with reluctant amusement, though the smile never left her face.

He used the time she was in the tub to shower in the guest room — Hennessy would never let him just shower if he strip in the same space as her.

When he returned to the bedroom, he found her asleep, still in her robe, lying across the covers. Careful not to wake her, Bucky went downstairs and began setting the table with the same meticulous dedication he used on missions — just the way she liked it.

He grabbed his phone and texted Yelena to ask where they were. The reply came seconds later:

"We’re leaving now. Alexei couldn’t decide which jacket to wear."

Bucky let out a soft laugh. Classic.

He gently woke Hennessy, knowing she’d want some time to do her hair, and she was finishing her lipstick when they heard the “doorbell” — more of a security alert, really — that someone was at the door.

— You ready, doll? — he asked, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt in the mirror. Thankfully, she hadn’t forced him into a full suit, but she had absolutely insisted on the shirt.

Hennessy turned around. She wore a green dress with a floral print, fitted at the bust and flowing gently over her baby bump, outlining her pregnant silhouette with grace. The bump was more prominent than ever, and to Bucky, she had never looked so beautiful.

— I’m ready — she said, placing the lipstick back on the vanity.

Bucky couldn’t resist. He walked over slowly, kneeling in front of her with a gesture that felt almost reverent. His hands rested gently on her thighs as he leaned in and pressed a long kiss to her belly, greeting the little one growing inside.

Hennessy smiled, her fingers threading tenderly through his hair.

— So I’m pretty, huh? — she teased, voice light and playful.

He looked up at her, still holding onto her legs.

— You’ve never been more beautiful. Damn, doll... every day you’re more perfect — he murmured, gripping her thighs a little tighter, eyes fixed on her like she was the only thing that mattered.

She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear in a teasing whisper:

— You didn’t want to take advantage of that earlier… now you’ll have to wait a while before you get to prove it.

Bucky let out an immediate, gravelly groan full of desire.

— Don’t say stuff like that or I’m sending everyone home right now.

She laughed, pulling him up by the hand.

— Behave yourself, James. Let’s go welcome your friends.

Hennessy laced her fingers with his, and together, they went to answer the door downstairs.

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The five New Avengers were practically stacked in front of Bucky and Hennessy’s door when it finally opened. There was plenty of space on the small porch, but somehow that tight cluster seemed to reflect the group's chaotic essence — always together, a little awkward, but strangely in sync.

Hennessy smiled when she saw them. Her smile was like switching on a lamp.

— Hi, welcome — she said, genuine enthusiasm in her voice, gesturing with one hand for them to come in. — Please, make yourselves at home.

A chorus of polite “excuse me”s rippled through them as they crossed the threshold one by one: Yelena Belova in the lead, followed by Ava Starr, then Alexei Shostakov, right behind him Robert Reynolds — who almost tripped on the doorstep — and John Walker. Bucky stood behind Hennessy, watching them all with steady, attentive eyes.

The visitors stopped just inside the entryway. A faint tension hung in the air, as if they were unsure whether to keep their hero posture or let their guard down. Their gazes wandered — over the furniture, the paintings, the scent of roast beef drifting in from the kitchen — with a mix of instinctual vigilance and curiosity.

It wasn’t every day one saw the Winter Soldier being domestic.

Hennessy stepped forward and extended her hand to whoever was closest. The formality was her way of breaking the ice. It ended up being Alexei who reached her first.

— I’m Hennessy Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

But he ignored the offered hand and, before she could pull it back, pulled her into a tight bear hug, catching her slightly off guard.

— Ah, of course you are! — he exclaimed with his thick accent, voice a notch louder than necessary. — I can’t believe I’m meeting Volt!

Hennessy laughed, not quite sure what to do with her arms, her cheeks warming. It had been so long since anyone had called her by that codename, it almost felt like a distant memory crashing into the room.

— Alexei, for God’s sake... — Yelena muttered through gritted teeth, clearly embarrassed. But he didn’t back down, even gave Hennessy a little shake in his arms before letting her go.

— Alright, alright — it was Bucky who stepped in, gentle but firm, placing a hand on the Red Guardian’s shoulder and subtly guiding him back.

The effect was immediate. As if the room followed the movement of his hand, the group’s eyes dropped, involuntarily, to the round curve beneath Hennessy’s floral green dress.

There was a second of complete silence — and then Yelena broke the spell:

— Holy shit... you’re pregnant?

Her shock was written all over her face. The spy raised a hand to her mouth, like the words had escaped without permission. Her eyes widened even more as she scanned Hennessy’s body, as if trying to compute how far along she was.

— Like... really pregnant.

Ava, trying to stay composed, turned slightly and elbowed the blonde’s arm in an attempt to save her from the lack of tact — even if it was too late.

— Wow... that’s really cool, Bucky — Bob murmured, his voice low, almost hesitant. He let out a quiet chuckle, stuffing his hands in his pockets, still avoiding looking directly at Hennessy’s belly. She had to hold back a laugh. There was something almost childlike about his carefulness, as if he were in the presence of something sacred and didn’t want to ruin it. — Congratulations.

Hennessy found it endearing.

Walker was the only one who hadn’t said a word. It was a sensitive topic for him — Bucky had mentioned the discovery they’d made about the U.S. Agent’s wife and child — and as much as Hennessy found his actions during his Captain America days deplorable, he was on her husband’s team now. She’d have to trust him.

— Yeah, it’s really cool — Walker said, a bit uncertain. — Congratulations, Bucky.

— We’ve been trying to keep it within our inner circle — Bucky said then, his tone kind but firm. — We’re counting on your discretion.

— Of course — Ava nodded quickly. Her eyes, usually so technical, softened for a moment — perhaps recognizing just how much trust that request carried. — Wait... you were already pregnant when we teamed up?

— Do the math, genius — Yelena replied, rolling her eyes and giving her friend a light elbow nudge. — Obviously, she was. Sorry about her, guys.

The comment drew laughter from everyone, including Hennessy, who felt a warm wave of nostalgia rise in her chest. That kind of light teasing, the freedom to laugh and point fingers without fear — that was team spirit. She knew it well. It was the same kind of small gestures that used to fill the halls of the Tower.

— Mrs. Soldier — Alexei’s voice rang with a formality that was almost funny, catching Hennessy’s attention — I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but… we brought vodka. Would you mind if we drank, even if you can’t?

— Don’t worry — she said with a playful smile as she stepped closer to the group. — I grew up named after a drink I couldn’t drink. You’re free to enjoy yourselves.

The remark drew a few more laughs, even a timid smile from Walker, who still lingered near the back, observing with quiet restraint.

She then turned toward the dining room, her steps light, and Bucky followed close behind, his hand resting gently on her back in a protective gesture. At the same time, his gaze turned to the team with a firm nod.

— Come on — he said, motioning toward the set table with his chin.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

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MARVEL - series

bucky barnes x fem! reader

tag you're it - shes a ruthless killer. she does not care if someone dies on her watch. her moves are like shadow. she is a shadow. once you see her, its too late. its not her problem. she cant complain, but what she can do is to comply thats what is she made for. thats what they made her do. but once she escapes from their grasp, she searches for him. for her brother. but of course what goes around, comes around. and thats is when she meets him. the winter solider. and oh yeah the rest of the avengers.

prologue

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

ONESHOTS -

Underneath the Armor

THE LAST OF US - series

joel miller x platonic! reader, ellie williams x older sister! reader

part one

part two

ONESHOTS -

the glimpse of us

haunting past

[graciegoeskrazy]

jump then fall

Sebastian Stan x StepDaughter!Teen!reader

wc: shmall/776

summary: y/n comes home drunk but Sebastian is there to make sure she’s okay.

warnings: alcohol, step parents(???), one mention of teen pregnancy, lemme know what i missed plz.

a/n: hiiii wrote this last night. thought it was cute. this is unedited so sorry in advance. will i fix it? no prob not.

You got your friend to drive you back from the party. You made her turn the headlights off and drop you off a couple of houses down from your home. “Holy Shit!”

“”Language, young lady.”

“”What are you doing up?” You said, trying not to slur your words. It was no use though.

“Waiting for you.” Sebastian said, leaning against the door frame. He hadn’t married your mom yet but he moved in with you and your mom. Over time the relationship between you two grew very deep. It was evident he cared for you. Not growing up with a father figure, you weren’t sure how this was gonna go, but you were thankful for Sebastian being there whenever you needed him to be. He was more than willing to step up.

“You don’t have to do that.” Trying to act nonchalant.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Make sure you’re not drunk.”

“Well, no need to worry because I am nethier of those things.” You proceeded to give a weak thumbs up. Sebastian walked over to you after a second. Arms crossed. “How many drink did you have?”

You sighed and looked down, defeated in your drunken state. “like 5.”

“Y/n!”

“But, I was very responsible! We had a designated driver. We did nothing but talk at Sophie’s house. We even gave each other emergency contacts! I gave them your number just in case!” His heart secretly swelled.

“Please, whatever you do, please don’t tell mom?”

He sighed and paused for a bit. But finally released a simple “Ok.”

You were shocked. You didn’t think he would let you off this easily.

“What? Ok?”

“Listen, She’s gonna find out. You think she’s an idiot? And even then she’s not gonna be upset. She’s been in your shoes before. We both have! Your mom knows what it’s like to be a teenager and have fun. She got pregnant with you as a teen for Christ's sake!”

“I don’t intend on doing that.” You said slurring.

“That might get you in a little more trouble.”

You hid your head in your hands, both out of embarrassment and out of pain with your oncoming migraine.

“So you’re not mad?”

“No. Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok and not too drunk.”

“Well i’m ok and super drunk.” you said almost falling in his arms before he caught you.

“Ok we need to get you to bed.”

“But im not tiiiired!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Ok, I’m very tired.”

Sebastian led you to your room. You immediately flopped on your bed with a grunt. Sebastian chuckled to himself as he walked over to your closet to find some pjs for you to wear. He found a set and threw it on your bed. “Get changed into this, I'll be right back.” You just moaned and layed still for a good minute before getting a spruce of energy and sitting up to change. You took of your layers of jewelry and put them in your side table before you heard a knock. “Enter.” You said, as you flopped back down on your bed. Sebastian laughed as he sat down beside you. “Come here.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you up. You just grumbled which only made him smile more. He had a makeup wipe and proceeded to wipe away the dried mascara and and anything else that was left after the drunken night. Once he let go of your arm, you fell back down on the bed again. He smiled. “Goodnight, y/n.”

“WAIT!”

He turned around. Your eyes were half open as you managed to get yourself under the covers. “You have to tuck me in.” You said matter of factly. “Ah of course.” He returned to your bed and sat beside you, helping to move the covers up. You talked as he tucked you in.

“Sebastian?”

“Hm?”

“Am I gonna be hurt tomorrow?”

“Hurt? Well maybe, but it’s nothing time and some advil can’t help.”

“Sebastian?”

“Yes sweetie.”

“I’m never gonna drink again.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Drinking is for disgusting people.”

“But I drink does that mean i’m disgusting?”

“Eh…you get a pass.”

“Thank you.”

He plugged in your phone, turned the light off, and gave you your final tucks.

“Sebastian?”

“Hm?”

“Can you stay?” You looked at him with longing eyes. He climbed into bed without another word. He turned on some random disney movie for background noise. After a while, your head fell on his chest and your breathing slowed. He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you baby.”

You snuggled deeper. “I love you too dad”

[nycdreamingg]

I need the most soul crushing angst/toxic fic recs. I’m talking infidelity/mean/heartbroken/grief anything sad!!!!

[stellatekintsugi]

Sebastian Stan

[positivelyholland]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something with Sebastian Stan x Daughter!Reader where Sebastian brings her to work with him

Magic of Movies

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x teen!daughter!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: i suck at summaries but its just exactly what the request says lol

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The bright Los Angeles sun is already high in the sky when your dad drives through the studio gates. The bustling world of a movie set awaits you, and you can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness.

As you pull up to the lot, you notice a mix of trailers, equipment trucks, and crew members moving purposefully around. The air buzzes with energy and anticipation. Sebastian parks the car and turns to you, a warm smile on his face.

“You ready for this, kiddo?” he asks, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement.

You nod eagerly. “Definitely. This is so cool, Dad!”

He laughs and ruffles your hair. “I’m glad you think so. Just remember, it can get a bit chaotic, but it’s all part of the magic.”

You step out of the car and follow him, taking in everything around you. The set is like a miniature city, with people rushing to and fro, each person focused on their specific task. You see camera crews setting up equipment, costume designers fussing over outfits, and actors going over their lines. It’s a whirlwind of activity, and you’re fascinated by every detail.

Sebastian leads you through the maze of trailers and set pieces, greeting various crew members along the way. Everyone seems to know him, and it’s clear he’s well-liked. You feel a surge of pride knowing your dad is such an integral part of this world.

As you walk, he points out different aspects of the set, explaining their purpose. “That’s the director’s tent,” he says, gesturing to a large structure with monitors and equipment. “They’ll be watching everything from there, making sure the shots look good.”

You nod, trying to absorb as much information as possible.

As you reach a large soundstage, Sebastian leads you inside. The transition from the bright sunlight to the dimly lit interior is jarring, but your eyes quickly adjust. The space is filled with elaborate sets that transport you into another world. You can hardly believe this is where the magic happens.

“Wow,” you whisper, looking around in awe. “This is amazing.”

Sebastian grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. “I knew you’d like it. Come on, I’ll introduce you to some people.”

“Hey, everyone,” Sebastian calls out, drawing their attention. “This is my daughter, Y/N. She’s visiting the set today.”

The actors turn to you, their expressions friendly and welcoming. You feel a little shy under their scrutiny, but you manage a smile and a wave.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” one of them says, extending a hand. “I’m Jack. Your dad’s told us a lot about you.”

You shake his hand, feeling a bit more at ease. “Nice to meet you too. It’s so cool to see everything up close.”

The others introduce themselves, and you find yourself relaxing more and more. They treat you like one of their own, making jokes and sharing stories about working with your dad. You can’t help but feel like you’re part of this big, extended family.

After a while, Sebastian takes you over to the director, a woman with a kind smile and an intense focus. She’s surrounded by monitors, watching the latest takes with a critical eye.

“Hey, Sarah,” Sebastian says, tapping her on the shoulder. “I want you to meet my daughter, Y/N."

Sarah turns and smiles warmly at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Your dad’s a great guy, and an amazing actor. We’re lucky to have him.”

You blush, feeling proud. “Thanks. It’s really cool to see everything you do here. I’ve always wondered what it’s like behind the scenes.”

Sarah nods, her expression thoughtful. “It’s a lot of hard work, but it’s also incredibly rewarding. There’s nothing quite like seeing a story come to life.”

You spend the next few hours exploring the set with your dad, meeting more people and learning about their roles. You even get to watch a few scenes being filmed, and you’re amazed by how much effort goes into each shot. Every detail, from the lighting to the sound, is meticulously crafted to create the perfect scene.

At one point, you find yourself alone with your dad, sitting in a quiet corner of the set. He looks at you with a smile, a mixture of pride and affection in his eyes.

“So, what do you think?” he asks, leaning back in his chair.

“I think it’s incredible,” you reply, your eyes wide with excitement. “I had no idea how much work goes into making a movie. It’s like a whole different world.”

Sebastian nods, his expression thoughtful. “It is. And it’s a world I’m really passionate about. I’m glad you got to see it firsthand.”

You smile, feeling a surge of warmth and connection with your dad. “Me too. Thanks for bringing me here, Dad. It means a lot.”

He reaches out and squeezes your hand. “Of course, kiddo. I’m glad you’re here. And who knows? Maybe one day you’ll be part of this world too.”

You feel a spark of excitement at the thought. “Maybe. I think I’d like that.”

The day continues, and you find yourself immersed in the magic of filmmaking. You watch as your dad transforms into his character. You see the work between the cast and crew, the way they support each other and work together to create something amazing.

As the day comes to an end, you find yourself feeling a little sad to leave. You’ve fallen in love with the world of movies, and you’re already looking forward to your next visit.

On the drive home, you and your dad talk about the day’s events, sharing your favorite moments and memories. You feel a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to see your dad in his element, and for the chance to be part of something so special.

“Dad,” you say quietly, looking over at him. “I had an amazing time today. Thank you for bringing me.”

Sebastian smiles, his eyes filled with pride and love. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Y/N/N. You’re always welcome on set. And who knows? Maybe you’ll be the one behind the camera one day.”

You smile, feeling a spark of excitement at the thought. “Maybe. I think I’d like that.”

As you pull into the driveway, you feel a sense of contentment and joy. Today was a day you’ll never forget, a day that brought you closer to your dad and opened your eyes to a world of possibilities.

You know that whatever path you choose, you’ll have the love and support of your dad, and that’s all you need to face whatever comes your way.

As you head inside, you can’t help but smile. You know for a fact that with your dad by your side, you’re ready for anything.

[undyingdecay]

FARMER'S DAUGHTER; TAKE THREE

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

words: 3.5k+

summary: a reckless farmer’s daughter gets sent to spend the summer with her father’s oldest friend, bucky barnes — a gruff, solitary man running a quiet farm on the edge of town. what starts as punishment slowly unravels into something heavier, tense, and dangerously complicated.

cws: eventual smut (not in this chapter), sexual tension, age gap / older man-younger woman dynamic, suggestive conversation, jealousy, mention of religion and church, ocs (READER IS NOT AN OC), mild drug use (mentions of smoking weed), alcohol consumption, subtle homophobia, casual profanity, suggestive language

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you’d been woken by a lot of shit since ending up in bucky’s house — or, more accurately, bucky’s creaking, musty old farmhouse that smelt of hay and old wood and something sweet you could never quite place. the kind of place where the walls seemed to breathe with the seasons and the floorboards howled like dying ghosts anytime you tried to sneak around at night.

cows bellowing at dawn. chickens losing their goddamn minds over nothing. horses — fucking horses — who stomped around like they paid rent and screamed like they were auditioning for some barnyard horror film.

and, worst of all, what you thought — or maybe hoped if you’re being really fucking honest with yourself — might’ve been bucky jerking off somewhere in the house late one night when you couldn’t sleep. there’d been this quiet, broken rhythm of creaking wood and the occasional huff of breath that had you lying stiff as a board under the scratchy quilt, heart jackhammering in your chest, one hand clenched so tight around the sheets your knuckles had gone white.

only to find him half an hour later in the kitchen fixing the goddamn sink, wrench in hand, hair a mess, shirtless and scowling at a busted pipe.

no dick in sight.

guess miracles really were rare these days.

nonetheless!

now it wasn’t the farm animals or your own embarrassing voyeuristic tendencies that had awoken you it was this.

the sound of a woman’s voice.

it wasn’t the voice of one of the old ladies from the market, the ones that smelled like powdery lavender and always pinched your cheek a little too hard. it was younger, lighter. it made your stomach clench, made your hands itch.

you kicked the sheets off, bare feet hitting the floor hard enough you winced at the sound. but you moved quick, because whoever she was, whatever she wanted — you needed to see. down the stairs, careful to avoid the third step from the bottom — it always groaned like a wounded animal. the morning light bled in through the kitchen window, catching on the dust motes that hung in the air like tiny ghosts.

you peeked around the doorway.

and there she was.

about your age. maybe a little older. pretty even-toned skin, hair tied up at the top of her head with what looked like a dirty old shoelace. a tiny, fraying bow sat crooked in the mess of curls. she wore a blouse, soft looking, faded with time, and a pair of washed-out jeans that clung to her hips in a way that made your stomach flip.

her hands moved as she spoke, fingers flitting through the air, and before you could catch a single word of what she was saying, her eyes — a warm brown, like wet earth — slid right to yours.

she grinned. lifted her hand and gave a lazy little wave.

you nearly ducked behind the wall, heat flashing up your neck, but it was too late. bucky caught your gaze a second later, those sharp, unreadable eyes settling on you.

“whatcha hidin’ from?” he called, voice rough with sleep and gravel.

“chores,” you shot back, too quick, and it earned you a laugh from the girl. a soft, humming little thing that made you feel like you’d done something right for once.

she tilted her head, considering you like you were some odd bug she’d found on the porch. her lips parted, and then bucky was clearing his throat, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw.

“c’mere, kid.” the way your name sounded on his tongue made your stomach knot in a way you weren’t ready to talk about. you crossed the kitchen slow, trying not to look as awkward as you felt, standing there in your old tee and a pair of boxer shorts you’d swiped from the clean laundry pile. bucky nodded toward the girl.

“this here’s faith.”

faith.

the name dropped heavy in your head.

faith. faith. faith.

you said it three times to yourself, like some prayer. like a warning.

faith gave this crooked, lopsided grin — one side of her mouth quirking up higher than the other, a kind of expression you’d only ever seen on girls who knew too well how to twist a room in their favor without even trying. she flicked a glance over at bucky, her smile stretching just a little wider as she tossed out, light as anything, “this your girl?”

and you swore your heart stopped so fast it made your vision tilt for a second, the floor feeling a little too far away beneath your bare feet. there was a beat of silence, and you could hear the clink of bucky setting his mug down, a sharp little scoff pulling from his throat — one of those old-man sounds he made when he didn’t want to admit something, but sure as hell wasn’t about to deny it cleanly either.

“hell no,” he muttered, voice rough and dismissive, though you caught the flicker of his eyes toward you before he turned his back, fiddling with the coffee pot like it suddenly needed his full attention. “this is my buddy’s kid. she’s stayin’ for the summer.”

the words hit harder than they probably should’ve. something about the way he said it. casual. impersonal. like you were a goddamn paperweight someone left behind. you swallowed around the knot in your throat, unsure what to do with your hands, which suddenly felt too obvious and awkward just hanging at your sides.

faith hummed, not even looking at bucky now, her gaze steady on you. and there was something in the way she stared, head tilted just a little, like she’d already sized you up and filed you neatly away in whatever little category she reserved for wide-eyed, misplaced girls stuck in a house like this one. like she knew exactly what you were, and exactly what you weren’t — and it made your stomach pull tight.

"maybe she could help me carry all those eggs?" she offered, voice so syrup-smooth it made you tense, though her smile stayed bright and polite. “promise it’s not too much.”

you opened your mouth, already fumbling for an excuse, anything to not be trapped outside in the heat with this girl you didn’t know and who looked at you like you were the punchline to a joke she was already in on. “well, i—”

“she’d love to,” bucky cut in before you could finish, tone final in that no-arguing way he had about him, already reaching for a fresh cup like the matter was decided. he didn’t even glance your way when he said it, and you felt your shoulders stiffen, mouth clicking shut.

faith grinned again, eyes glittering, then jerked her chin toward the back door. “c’mon"

and god help you, you followed.

the morning was already thick and humid when you stepped outside, sunlight bleeding hot against your skin, the grass damp enough to soak through your thin socks. faith didn’t wait for you to catch up, moving ahead with that easy, long-legged stride of someone who knew every inch of this place by heart.

the coop sat at the far edge of the yard, the smell of hay and sun-warmed wood rising in lazy waves. chickens clucked somewhere out of sight, the soft rustle of feathers and the occasional indignant squawk breaking the quiet.

faith paused by the fence, glancing back at you with a smirk. “you always this shy, or is it just around him?”

you blinked, caught off guard, throat tight as you tried to summon some kind of comeback that didn’t sound defensive or desperate. but faith just laughed, shaking her head like it was all a joke you hadn’t quite caught up to yet, pushing the gate open with her hip.

“i’m not shy around him, he’s an asshole, you know.”

you muttered it casually as you followed faith out to the chicken coop, the morning sun hanging low, pale and gold, bleeding over the tops of the trees. you bent down to grab a tiny crate, fingers brushing against the rough wood, and she shot you a look over her shoulder, one brow cocked like she already knew.

“ya don’t say,” she grinned, crouching down and laying her hands over the eggs, fingers gentle like she was handling glass. her nails were chipped, dirt smudged across the knuckles, and you liked her already. “got any friends out here yet?”

you scoffed, shaking your head as you set the crate down by her feet. “i’m practically on house arrest,” you huffed. “you’re the second new face i’ve seen in a week.”

faith paused, glancing up at you for a moment before tipping her head back with a laugh, shaking her head like you’d just told the funniest thing she’d heard all damn morning.

“well shit,” she snorted. “we gotta fix that.”

she straightened up, wiping her palms on the thighs of her jeans and eyeing you up and down in a way that made you suddenly hyper-aware you were still wearing a stretched-out tee and boxers, hair a mess from sleep.

“you like pool?” she asked.

you blinked. “like… swimming?”

faith groaned like you’d kicked her in the stomach.  "pool, like the bar game. with the cue sticks and balls and busted-ass jukebox in the corner. i gotta get you out more.”

you cracked a grin despite yourself, watching as she grabbed the crate of eggs and started toward the house.

“well,” you started, half teasing, “good luck convincing the old man to let me off the leash.”

faith just tossed a look back over her shoulder, smirking. “don’t worry about bucky. i’ll handle him.”

the way she said it made you snort, and maybe blush a little. you weren’t sure.

“go back inside,” she added, voice light but firm. “put on somethin’ nice. not sunday church nice — just, like, jeans that don’t got holes in the ass. i’ll meet you out front in twenty.”

and just like that, she was gone again, leaving you standing there in the dust and morning air, the chickens clucking around you like you were the idiot of the century.

you glanced up toward the house, saw bucky by the barn, wiping his hands on a rag and watching you both like he knew every damn word that’d been said. you swallowed, offering him a stiff little wave before booking it back inside.

it wasn’t much — but hell if it didn’t feel like the first good thing to happen since you got here.

by the time you made it back downstairs, faith was already leaning against the hood of an old blue chevelle, the kind of car you’d only ever seen in movies or on t-shirts at the gas station. she was chewing a piece of gum, blowing bubbles and popping them, one hand flicking ashes off a cigarette she must’ve swiped from somewhere.

“well, damn,” she teased when she spotted you. “look at you, tryin’ to impress me.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t quite bite down the grin.

“you tell bucky?” you asked, glancing toward the house.

“told him we were gonna run into town, pick up some feed for the chickens. and maybe stop by the hardware store for more nails. y’know, stuff he won’t ask questions about.”

your stomach did a little flip at the casual way she lied. “he bought that?”

faith snorted, stubbing out the cigarette on the gravel. “he has better things to do than chase around a couple’a girls on a summer night.”

you weren’t so sure about that — but you weren’t about to press your luck.

“get in,” faith jerked her chin toward the passenger side. “bars don’t stay open all night around here. well… one of ‘em does, but only ‘cause luke drinks himself stupid behind the counter.”

“hey!” a gruff voice barked from behind, cutting through the dusty quiet just as you slid into the car. you glanced back through the open door and caught sight of the source —his eyes locked on you as you entered the front passenger, but not like most guys, he wasn’t scanning your body or smirking, just holding your gaze like he was trying to read every last detail in your eyes.

“hey,” he repeated, softer this time. just then, the back passenger door behind slammed shut with a loud thud.

faith didn’t miss a beat. “hey your way to the bar,” she snapped, voice sharp as a whip, her eyes practically daring him to argue. the guy’s mouth twitched like he was about to shoot back, but instead he just raised his hands like surrender and gave faith a mock-wide-eyed look.

“jesus, faith, you’d scare a ghost.”

you felt the tension ease just a little, the heavy southern air wrapping around you like a thick blanket, sticky but somehow comforting. the engine rumbled to life as the boy shifted the gear, and a flicker of warmth spread across your chest—a faint smile tugging at your lips. the memory of bucky’s gruff patience came flooding back, how he’d take your hands firmly when you fumbled with the clutch, muttering something about “ain’t rocket science,” but beneath it all, you could feel that rugged care threading through his rough words. it was an unspoken kind of kindness, one you’d come to lean on, even if you never told him as much.

luke caught your shift in mood like a seasoned driver reading the road. his smirk deepened, eyes glinting as they stayed fixed on the asphalt ahead. “never learned stick?” he teased, voice low, almost amused. “actually, i—”

before he could finish, faith cut in with that clipped but steady tone, smooth like she was used to juggling you both like some reluctant ringmaster. “she’s not interested, luke. drive.” her words held no malice, just an easy command that brooked no argument.

luke’s smirk stayed painted on his lips, but his hands tightened on the wheel with purpose. “whatever you say, faith,” he said with a shake of his head and a soft chuckle. then, turning his glance briefly toward you, “can i get 'er name at least?”

you say your name with a finality to it, refusing to let faith be the bearer of your story. there was something about luke that stirred something deep, a familiar ache, like a wound long healed but never quite forgotten. he caught it in your eyes, gave a subtle nod, but kept silent.

the car rolls to a stop at a dusty intersection, the late afternoon light casting long shadows over the dashboard. luke’s fingers twitch nervously on the steering wheel before he pulls out a small, neatly rolled blunt, the kind you knew wasn’t his own. his hands, practiced and restless, shift it with a kind of delicate reverence that contrasts sharply with the roughness in his eyes. he raises it to his lips, eyes heavy even before the smoke curls out, the way he exhales almost lazy, almost tired. then, just as the smoke thins into the air, he turns to you and extends the blunt, hand steady.

“i don’t smoke,” you said quietly, voice steady, though the memory whispered otherwise.

“yeah, you do,” luke replied, a knowing edge to his tone.

before luke could say something else, you leaned over, your fingers finding the small silver cross hanging around his neck. tugging it gently, you smirked, “church boy.”

he glanced down at the cross, then back at you, a slow smile creeping over his face. “guilty,” he admitted, flicking the blunt out the window as the engine idled, smoke trailing after it like a ribbon of regret.

"what the hell, i wanted a hit," faith huffed from the backseat, her voice sharp with playful betrayal.

"ask jay to roll you one," luke shot back, hands slipping from the wheel to adjust the mirror.

"bite me."

he let out a low laugh, shaking his head like he was used to this rhythm between them. but then his throat worked around something heavier, the kind of thing that didn't come with a smirk. his voice dropped, caught in the low of the moment.

"will he be there?"

faith didn't even pause. “god, yes, it was yes an hour ago, it’s a yes now. your little boyfriend will be there.”

luke flinched like she’d pressed a bruise, jaw tightening before he snapped, “i ain’t a fuckin’ queer. knock it off.”

the words hung heavy, slapped against the inside of the car like humidity on skin. you felt the air shift, not with surprise, but with that awful kind of quiet you knew too well—like something small had died in the silence that followed.

faith didn’t say anything right away, just sighed, long and slow through her nose, like she'd run this loop a thousand times already.

“you know what i mean, luke,” she said, voice softer now, like she was handling him with two fingers and a lotta care. “you don’t gotta throw knives at your own feet to make a point.”

luke didn’t answer. didn’t have to. the grip he had on the steering wheel said enough. you watched him from the corner of your eye, that twitch in his temple, the way his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. it was defense, not denial.

and maybe you knew a little too much about that too.

you didn’t speak up, just rolled your window down a little more, letting the night air in. the town rolled by in faded streetlights and silhouettes of cornfields, warm breeze ghosting your face like a sigh. you thought about the cross on his chest and the lie in his throat. thought about how you’d lied too, just minutes ago, when you said you didn’t smoke.

the car doors creaked open and the thick summer air hit you like a wet cloth to the face, carrying with it the low hum of cicadas and the far-off sound of music bleeding out from the bar’s screen door. gravel crunched under your boots as you stepped out of the car, the night sky stretched wide above, ink-black and scattered with lazy stars. luke slammed his door a little harder than necessary, the sound sharp in the stillness before the music swallowed it up.

faith rounded the hood of the car, bringing a hand up to fix up her curls, giving you a grin that didn’t need much effort. it was easy with her—like you’d known her longer than you had, like small-town girls had a way of finding each other no matter the circumstances.

“told you this place was a dive,” she muttered, nodding toward the crooked neon sign and rusted out beer logo swaying faintly in the breeze. “worth it though.”

you smiled despite yourself, letting your hand curl into hers as you followed her toward the door. luke trailed behind, kicking a stray bottle cap with the toe of his boot, head down like the weight of his own thoughts hadn’t left him in the car.

faith caught it too, glancing over her shoulder and rolling her eyes in your direction like boys, right?

inside was exactly what you expected and somehow worse. dim string lights hung haphazardly from exposed rafters, a single ceiling fan barely moving the heavy air. a jukebox in the corner warbled out an old country tune, and the handful of people inside were either hunched over cheap beer or leaning against the pool table, cues in hand.

at seeing a boy, brunette an easy going smile teeth that seemed too ungodly straight, and god did his biceps look huge in that shirt, though he seemed like he was approaching you both faith tugs you along quickly.

“let’s get you a drink before someone’s uncle starts offering you his old weed stash and a ride on his tractor.” she said, voice low, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

you laughed, because it wasn’t even a joke — you could spot at least two guys in the room who looked like they’d fit that bill. the two of you made your way to the bar, sliding onto the cracked vinyl stools as faith flagged down the bartender, a woman with hair too big for her head and a voice like warm molasses.

“two beers and somethin’ strong for my friend here,” faith said, gesturing at you.

“oh no, i—”

“it’s one drink,” faith cut in, brow raised, daring you to argue. “loosen up, promise i wont let you take it too far” and her words truly warmed you, faith would be there. catch you if you fell, made sure you'd be that girl bucky would be okay with at his farm. since when did you start caring about shit like that?

the glass clinked down in front of you, something dark and amber with a faint bite that caught your nose before it even hit your lips. you took a sip. it burned.

faith laughed, raising her bottle toward you. “to bad decisions and girls who don’t listen to their dads.”

“amen,” you said it liked you really felt it a smile growing on your face at the new found friendship, and clinked your glass against hers.

somewhere behind you, a pool ball cracked against another, the music shifted, and the night stretched ahead like a long, winding road you had no business following but damn well would anyway.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi would it be possible if you could do a dad bucky and daughter reader fic where she was born in the 40s but kidnapped by hydra whilst he was at war. then when bucky is free he finds her in an abandoned hydra base but she blames him for her being taken by hydra and it’s just really angsty cuz she wants nothing to do with him but he just wants to be her dad again. idk if this should be a happy ending or not though anyways ty if you do this

Be A Dad Again » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Teen Daughter!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and the Avengers

Summary: You blame Bucky for being taken by HYDRA and all he wants to do is be your dad again.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, language, HYDRA, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of child endangerment (not Bucky), crying, nicknames

Age of reader: 14 years old

A/N: Italic text is flashbacks and nightmares. Also, I imagined this took place during Captain America: Civil War. Pretend that Bucky and Steve didn’t fight Tony in this. Bucky is an Avenger in this too.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

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

Steve was explaining what him and Bucky are about to do as they stood at the entryway of the quinjet. Bucky knew what they’re about to do, but he wasn’t listening. His mind wandered elsewhere. He frowns softly at a memory that came to his mind.

Bucky was holding you while sitting on the couch. He’s been trying to get you say daddy or dada all day.

“You can say it, doll. I know you can.” Bucky encourages softly. “Say dada or daddy.” He says softly.

You maybe a babbling noise that’s not remotely close to saying a word. Your mom walked in the living room in the midst of your babbling.

“What are my favorite people doing?” Your mom asks as she sat down next to Bucky on the couch.

“I’m trying to get Y/N to say daddy.” He says.

“I see the problem. It’s pronounced mommy.” She playfully jokes.

“I see what you’re trying to do, sweetheart and it’s not going to work.” He says, looking at your mom.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, honey.” She grins.

Your mom kissed Bucky. Their kiss was short lived when they heard a little voice come from you.

“Da- Dada.” You say.

Your mom and Bucky stared at you in surprise when you said your first word.

“Did you say dada?” Bucky asks you softly.

“Dada.” You say again.

“She said her first word! Good job, doll!” He says happily.

“Bucky?” Steve says, bringing him back to reality.

Bucky blinks and looks at his best friend.

“Are you ok?” Steve asks.

“Yea. I just remembered something.” Bucky says.

“What did you remember?” Steve asks.

“I have a daughter.” Bucky says, looking at Steve with teary eyes.

“You do.” Steve confirms softly.

Bucky lets out a shaky breath and wipes the tears away that rolled down his cheeks. Steve put a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Let’s get this over with.” Bucky says.

Steve nodded. Him and Bucky got off the quinjet and approached the open door to the abandoned HYDRA base. They cautiously stepped inside the base and looked around to make sure no one was going to jump out and attacked them.

“Besides the equipment, it looks empty in here.” Steve says.

“I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.” Bucky says.

You froze in your hiding place when you heard the voices of your dad and your uncle. You haven’t heard their voice since the 1940s. You poked your head out of your hiding place to see them walking around the cryogenic chamber room. Your breath hitched when you seen them for the first time in years. They must’ve heard your shaky breathing, because they stopped in their tracks.

“Did you hear that?” Steve asks, looking at Bucky.

“Yea.” Bucky replies.

They already heard your breathing, you might as well make yourself known to them. They were facing the opposite direction as you when you came out of your hiding place.

“Glad to see you two are still alive.” You say.

Bucky’s and Steve’s eyes went wide when they heard your voice. They thought they were hearing things. They turned around to see you standing a few feet away from them. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

“Y/N?” Bucky says softly.

“Hello, dad. Hello, uncle Steve.” You say.

“How- What-” Bucky didn’t know what question to ask first.

“If you’re going to ask how I’m still alive, you should know the answer to that. Both of you know the answer.” You say looking from your dad to Steve and back to your dad.

Anger began to course through Bucky’s veins at the thought of HYDRA injecting you with the Super Soldier serum. He’s scared to know what else they did to his baby.

Bucky put his gun down on the ground and approached you to hug you. That set something off inside of you. You grabbed your gun out of your thigh holster and aimed it at your dad. He put his hands up in surrender.

“Y/N, please. Let’s talk about this.” Bucky pleads softly.

“There’s nothing to talk about, dad.” You say.

“At least put the gun down.” He says.

“Give me one reason to put it down.” You say.

“I’m your father.” He says.

“You really think that’s a good enough reason to keep me from shooting you?” You scoffed.

Bucky walked closer to you. You cocked the gun, thinking he’d stop approaching you, but he didn’t. Bucky put his metal hand on the barrel of the gun as you pulled the trigger. He took it out of your hands and emptied all of the bullets from it. You tried to run away from him, but he grabbed you before you could get away by wrapping his arms around you.

“Let go of me!” You shouted, trying to squirm out of his grasp on you.

“No. You’re coming home with me.” Bucky says.

“No I’m not! This is my home.” You say.

“This place is not your home, Y/N. Your home is with your dad.” Steve says.

You gave up on trying to get out of your dad’s grasp and went with them. Bucky held onto your upper arm so you didn’t try to get away as he led you to the quinjet.

———

You made yourself at home at the Avengers compound, but it doesn’t feel like home to you. You’re so used to living in the abandoned HYDRA base that you forgot what home feels like.

You haven’t said a word to your dad since that day, which was a few days ago. Bucky has been trying to get you to talk to him.

“Y/N still isn’t talking to you?” Steve asks.

“Nope. I don’t know why. I just wish that she would tell me what’s wrong.” Bucky says.

It hurts Bucky to see you like this. All he wants to know what’s going on with you so he can help you. He just wants to be your dad again.

“Try talking to her and getting her to open up.” Sam suggests.

“How am I supposed to do that? Anytime I try to talk to her, she leaves the room.” Bucky says.

“Tell JARVIS to lock every door and window in the compound.” Sam says.

That’s not a bad idea. If it’ll get you to open up and talk to your dad, that might work.

Bucky told JARVIS to lock every entrance and exit in the compound, along with the windows. He knows that you know how to climb in and out of windows. He then went to your bedroom to talk to you.

“Y/N?” Bucky knocks on your bedroom door. “I know you’re in there. Open the door.” He says.

You groaned loudly before getting off your bed to open the door.

“What the hell do you want?” You asked with an attitude.

“First of all, drop the attitude.” He says.

“I don’t need to do anything.” You say.

You went to close your bedroom door, but your dad stopped it with his metal hand.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me.” He says.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You say.

You managed to push past him to go somewhere else in the compound. Bucky grabbed your arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You shouted, hitting him to get him to let go of you.

Bucky let go of you. He followed you as you continued to walk through the compound.

“Don’t you have anything else better to do than following me around.” You say.

“I want to talk to you.” Bucky says.

“I already told you that I don’t want to talk.” You say.

You went to the main entrance of the compound to go outside, only to find out that door is locked.

“What the hell?” You mumbled to yourself. “JARVIS, unlock the door.” You say.

“I can’t do that, Miss. Barnes. Sergeant Barnes told me not to unlock them.” JARVIS says.

You sighed and narrowed your eyes at your dad.

“Fine. Let’s talk.” You say.

“I want to know why you’re so angry. You used to be my sweet little baby.” Bucky says softly.

“You want to know why I’m so angry? I’ll tell you. You’re the reason why HYDRA kidnapped me!” You say, raising your voice at him.

“Why are you blaming me for something I didn’t even do?” He asks.

“Cause you left me and mom to go off to the Army!” You say.

“I did not leave you and your mom! I joined the Army to protect you and your mom!” He says.

You scoffed and shook your head.

“You did a shit job at protecting your own child.” You say.

“I did protect you! That’s all I did since the day you were born!” Bucky says.

“You didn’t do a good job of it.” You say.

You walked away. Bucky followed you, stopping you by grabbing your arm.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He asks.

“Do you want to know what my life was like after you went off to war?” You asked. “HYDRA kidnapped me from my own home. They injected me with Super Soldier serum and trained me how to fight. I never got to be a kid because of them!” You tell him.

Bucky’s heart shattered into a million pieces and his eyes teared up when he heard you say that.

“Doll, if I would’ve known that. I would’ve done everything to save you.” Bucky says.

“No.” You shook your head. “You don’t get to say that. It’s your fault that I went through all that shit! That’s years of my life I’ll never get back because of you.” You say, raised your voice.

Bucky knows you’re angry and upset. You’re just looking for someone to blame and that person is him. You’re also just unloading all of your anger onto your dad.

“HYDRA poked and prodded me with needles for years! It hurt so fucking bad! I hated it! You have no idea what that felt like!” You say, your eyes tearing up.

“Yes I do.” Bucky says sympathetically.

“No you don’t!” You say, almost gritting your teeth.

“Yes I do.” He said. “How do you think I got this metal arm? They hurt me just as much as they hurt you.” He says.

“Oh really? Did they wipe your memories to erase everything from your mind? They made me not remember who my parents, my uncle, and my family were!” You say, your voice cracking.

“They did that to me too, but I never forgot about the most important people in my life. My wife, my daughter, and my best friend.” He says.

You wanted to say more, but you couldn’t. You leaned against the wall and slid down it and sat down on the floor, letting out a loud cry instead. Bucky could hear the pain in your cries. He sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you to comfort you. You tried to push him away, but he only held you tighter. Seeing you like this upset him. He started crying too.

“If I could go back in time and change things, I would.” Bucky says.

“You don’t mean that.” You cried against his chest.

“Yes I do.” He says.

You shook your head no. As you continued to cry in your dad’s arms, a memory flashed in your mind.

You curiously stared at your dad as he stood you up on your feet and walked a couple feet away from you and sat down on the floor. Your mom was sitting next to him. They were holding their arms out to you. You grinned happily and waved at your parents.

“You can do it, sweetie.” Your mom encourages.

You made a babbling noise, wondering what your parents want you to do. You then looked down at your feet and took a step. Your parents were cheering you on. You looked up and smiled at them as you continued to walk over to them.

“Oh my god! James, she’s walking!” Your mom exclaims, tapping his arm repeatedly.

You got over to your parents and lost your balance, falling onto your butt. You stared up at your parents and giggled. Bucky picked you up and hugged you, along with your mom.

“You walked, doll! We’re so proud of you!” Bucky exclaims softly.

As you came back to reality, your anger and resentment towards your dad began to slowly fade away.

“I want nothing more than to be your dad again.” Bucky says softly.

“Do you really mean that?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course I mean that, babydoll.” He confirms.

You began to realize what you’re blaming your dad for what HYDRA did to you was never his fault. If allowing Bucky to be your dad again means repairing yours and his father daughter relationship, you want that too.

“I want you to be my dad again.” You finally say.

Bucky felt a warmth in his heart when you said that. It’s the same warmth from when your mom told him that she was pregnant with you.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky whispered kissing the top of your head.

“I love you more, dad.” You whispered back.

Bucky hearing you call him dad without all of the hate and resentment gave him hope that you two can repair yours relationship and picked up where you two left off before he left to go to war years ago.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[skwangmbyul]

rusted | thunderbolts (2025) - bucky barnes x tony stark's daughter

summary: peaks into bucky barnes and hennessy stark life as they navigate thunderbolt's events

what would be more angst than tony stark's daughter falling in love with the winter soldier?

warning: can be read as a standalone because i really needed to write bucky in this movie but this story is part of a longer universe called rusted on ao3 that follows hennessy stark since the iron man movie, i wanted to created an unique character and insert her into the timeline.

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Bucky hated bureaucracy, which was kind of funny when one considered his late dive into politics. Hennessy never missed a chance to tease him about it, especially when she caught him frowning at papers filled with procedures and clauses. He still had a taste for fiction, the kind that made your heart ache or race, but the technicalities—those endless lines of formality, the strategic smiles and soulless handshakes—they drained him.

But she was proud of him. Watching her husband walk a path he never imagined taking, not with blood on his hands and ghosts on his shoulders, brought her a quiet joy. She reminded him often that he didn’t have to pick sides to find peace. Whether he choose to be Bucky, the Winter Soldier, or something in between to fix things, she was on his side.

That’s why he was now in the kitchen of their apartment in Washington—luxurious by most standards, yet the simplest place Hennessy had ever lived, if you didn’t count SHIELD’s complexes or her college dorm—reading Valentina’s impeachment proceedings while clumsily juggling a chicken wing.

Henny had taken hers to eat in front of the TV to let him work, but Bucky was really regretting not listening to her about the sauce being too close to the paper.

Now his shirt lay stained on the floor, a casualty of misplaced sauce. His vibranium arm, equally splattered, was mid-cycle in the dishwasher.

— Having fun? — Hennessy Stark stepped into the kitchen carrying an empty plate and a half-finished drink.

He looked up, and his irritation melted at the sight of her. Hair tossed up in a loose bun, one of his shirts barely reaching her thighs. They used to look massive on her. Not anymore, but he wasn’t going to be the one to tell her that.

His look of adoration rested for a moment longer in her stomach. It wasn’t that advanced, but he loved seeing the small bump and how it fitted her body. The idea she was carrying a part of him, a product of them, always stirred something visceral inside of James.

— Not my idea of fun — he muttered, and she chuckled, setting the plate in the sink. But her smile shifted into an amused arch of her brow as she noticed the missing arm.

— The sauce again? He nodded, a little embarassed — Well, at least we know vibranium is suitable for dishwasher. Scientists wouldn’t test this theory anywhere else.

— Oh, your phone is about to ring — she warned him, pointing to the device.

— I can never get used to this — he extended his hand to squeeze hers, as she passed to return to the TV room.

— Put the plate on the dishwasher for me after you finish here, please? And I want this shirt out of the floor.

— Yes, ma'am.

Then the sound of his phone ringing reached him.

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— Was that a woman I heard? — Hennessy’s eyes flicked from the TV to Bucky as he entered the room, now reassembled with both arms intact. Shirt in one hand, phone and paperwork in the other. — James Buchanan Barnes, are you finally using that charm of yours to obtain things? — she said in a mockery tone but frowned when only got a huff out of him.

She straightened a little. His mood had shifted, and not in the bored, paper-heavy way she’d grown used to. This was something else.

— What is it, babe?

— Trouble — he sat by her side, the eyes going for the TV, fixating on them. Henny understood, it took a lot of effort on his part to be widely open, his first instinct being to reclude. She had to be extra patient when this happened.

— Trouble as, the government only does the wrong thing or the world is in danger trouble? — Henny asked while taking the remote control and turning off the TV. She needed to focus on his vibrations and ever since she got pregnant, doing multiple things tired her more than usual.

— Both, I think. I got a call from one of Valentina’s employees and she sounded preocuppied. Asked me to track her phone. — His hand instinctively reached for her belly, fingertips pressing gently. He did that a lot lately. It was as if feeling the life in there grounded him.

— Ok — she nodded, covering his hand — We can deal with that. What do you want to do?

Silence.

— Babe?

— I want to go and figure it out. — he looked at her, his eyes full of something she couldn’t quite identify.

— James, you know what I think about this. I see no problem in you being the Winter Soldier. You don’t need my approval.

— You saw no problem with your father being the Iron Man and now there is a little girl who is going to grow up without a dad. — he said, and now Hennessy could see clearly in his expression. His voice cracked now she saw it clearly: he was afraid.

— Oh babe — Hennessy put her arms on his shoulder, coming closer so their legs were intertwined — I’m sorry that I didn’t consider this. Please, forgive me. I’m not saying I want you to go.

— James — She shifted, bringing his face to hers. — in the same way I cannot stop this baby from developing bones inside of me, I cannot stop you from doing the right thing. That is the only reason I tell you to it’s okay to be the Winter Soldier again. Not to become a hero, but because taking care of others is what you do. If you feel this is the right way to do it, I will trust you. And yes — she could read the question in his eyes — I feel terrified in thinking you would not come back. But I trust you, ok? I trust that, at least, you’re not entering any suicide mission. Especially now. Just know when to back up, all right?

— Thanks, love. — He let his face sink into her neck, breathing her in. The warmth of her skin against his mouth made his whole body relax. For a moment, he forgot about danger. Although he was only going after the clue to make Valentina pay legally, hearing Hennessy said that made him feel safe — I’m gonna miss you.

— One more reason for you to take care and finish fast — he laughed and the good vibration in her neck put a smile on Hennessy’s face. — Do you need any help?

— Track her phone while I change? — He raised his head and gave her his most charming smile.

— So, this is the smile you gave to the girl to make her call you, huh? Should I be concerned, Barnes?

— You know I only have eyes for you, doll.

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— Bucky, we are not the good guys — Yelena said, the look of distress on her face evident. Bucky knew that look.

Before he could say anything, the guy in the red uniform shushed her.

— We can be a team — he said, eagerly. — And isn’t his wife one of the good ones? If we put her to join us, we can be great.

— His wife? Who? — Phantom squinted, confused.

— What? Don’t you know he is married to a Stark? — it was John who answered. Bucky sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

— I don’t have time to follow gossip, so no, I didn’t.

— She is not entering any fights and she won’t join us, so no Stark for us. — His voice was clipped now, leaving no room for argument.

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James was relieved Yelena had been right. If she hadn’t... well, he’d be dead. And Hennessy would kill him for dying.

With the shadow creeping over New York and headed for D.C., she and the baby would be in danger. Bucky had no choice. He had to hope that these lunatics were right — that the only way to stop it was to face it.

And he did. Let the shadow touch him. A calculated risk, but still... a risk. The thought of explaining it to Hennessy made his stomach turn.

— What? What are you doing here?

Bob stared at him, dumbfounded.

— Disobeying my wife.

— You guys okay? What did you see?

— Oh, I have a great past, so I'm totally fine.

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Sorry it took so long. Almost finished, just one more chapter to go.

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Waking up alone was disappointing but Y/n didn’t expect anything else, knowing that if Klaus had stayed until morning he would have been shot God knows how many times.

2 Days. That’s all she needed to wait, just 2 more days and then she could get away from this house, the constant guards, a mom that ignores everything that goes wrong around her and her father. Her father who she had loved and adored more than anyone in the world, her father who had been her hero only to become the man who ignores her existence and shoots her pet.

Just 2 Days…

Klaus knew he needed to tell her the truth. Getting her to leave with him and depend on him needed to happen first, he knew once she loved him that she could accept anything about him.

He also knew that she would willingly turn for him, Y/n was exactly the kind of girl who would want to be with him for eternity, already overly sensitive about the idea of being abandoned. After her father had abandoned her without ever leaving the same house, what else could anyone expect?

He had been working in the time away from Y/n on his Hybrids, having to go back to Mystic Falls to find out Doppleganger blood was what he needed to turn the wolves. Sadly he didn’t get back to Y/n until the third day away and he was worried that she would be upset with him. However, the house was finished thanks to compelled construction workers and interior designers working around the clock, his Hybrids guarded the house as he instructed them to and he was finally able to pick her up.

Sadly though he was not quite as sneaky as he thought approaching the house this time and he ended up snapping one of the guards necks before climbing up to the window. Klaus saw her on her bed drifting off to a movie on the TV and he tapped the glass to see her head pop up and her eyes widen in excitement making her jump up and nearly fall from the bed as she fumbled to yank the window open.

‘You’re late!’ She snapped, though her smiling face pointed to her not being overly upset about it before she pulled him in and hugged him.

‘I’m so sorry Princess, there were complications finishing the house and I wanted it to be perfect. I’m sorry if I made you doubt me-‘

‘No! I didn’t, I promise! Thought…maybe my dad had…I-‘

‘Oh baby. I’m so sorry, come here!’ He hugged her to his chest tightly, kissing her head before the tears could fall. ‘Are you ready to go? I had a complication getting in here so we need to hurry.’ Her head popped up with a startled look before she jumped to grab the large duffel bag under her bed, pulling it out and setting it on the bed before moving to her dresser and grabbing sweat pants and a long sleeved shirt. She changed fast as Klaus opened her bag to inspect it.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I’ll get you a new laptop, your father can use this to track you, can’t bring it with us.’

‘Oh shit!’ She moved to grab a flash drive from her drawer before plugging it into the laptop and saving several things before deleting a bunch of things. ‘He’ll look through everything like he always does and find my journal. Wish I could see the look on his face when he sees how I really feel about him…both of them.’ There was a smile on her face but Klaus wrapped his arms around her from behind, seeing how sad she really was about it.

‘You’ll never have to listen to anything he says again. You’ll be happy with me, I promise.’ He swore, picking up the bag and moving to the window, watching her pull the sim card from her phone before tossing it onto the bed and following him. Klaus took hold of her and lifted her into his arms before jumping out the window, smiling at her small gasp as he did, quickly moving through the trees to get to the car he had left and setting her into the passenger seat.

‘Where are we going?’ She asked, clearly excited and clutching his hand as he began to drive.

‘We’re going to the airport-‘

‘My father will be able to find us there, he’ll find out where we-‘

‘Impossible. I have a jet fueled up and waiting, only the pilot knows where we’re going. He will not be able to find us, I promise.’ Klaus assured, kissing her hand and holding it firmly, watching as she tried to relax though he knew she wouldn’t until they were on the jet, far away.

He left the rental car with someone at the front before leading her through security quickly, compelling a security guard to fast track them through to get to their flight. ‘It’s so weird not being surrounded by guards in a public place, I feel like I’ve been let out of a bubble for the first time since I can remember and it’s like I can breathe deeper…does that sound stupid?’

‘Of course not Love, you’ve been confined your entire life, it’s normal to feel free now that you’re away from it all.’ He enjoyed watching her look around with a smile on her sweet face.

‘What’s that smell? It’s…sweet. It smells so good!’ She exclaimed, looking around in excitement.

‘The cinnamon buns maybe?’ Klaus said, pointing to the shop. ‘Do you want one?’ She nodded quickly and he led her over to grab a few of them for the flight before taking her to the jet that was waiting on them.

‘Woah…this is bigger than my Dads…I didn’t think that existed.’ The hybrid couldn’t help his chuckle at the clear innuendo that went over her head as she looked around, Klaus buckling her in and making her blush at even the small gesture of care he showed her as the jet took off. He couldn’t help but smile as the tension in her body seemed to completely disappear as they ascended, finally free from her father and his control.

The fact that she was now completely under Klaus’ control was a detail he didn’t think needed mentioning…

Somewhere in the Woods in New York

‘Where Is She?!’ He raged, holding his best friend by the front of his jacket.

‘I don’t know Buck-she must have gone out the window-‘

‘I have guards everywhere! How did she get passed them, Huh?! What do you-‘

‘Hun, whatever Y/n has done isn’t Steve’s fault and you’re going to regret killing him. You love him.’ His wife reminded, gently removing his hands from Steve and pulling Bucky close, feeling all of his muscles tensing at the idea of his baby being missing.

‘Someone has taken her, who should I be killing?!’ He demanded only to be met with a stern look from the mother of his child.

‘I don’t know who you think you’re talking to like that but it isn’t me.’ He sighed, pulling her into him and burying his face into her neck. ‘I know you’re worried, I’m worried too but this was inevitable. She did tell you she was going to leave-‘

‘She was being dramatic! She knows I love her, she wouldn’t…someone has taken her, only explanation!’ He insisted, beginning to pace across the floor, waiting for his men to check the security cameras.

Bucky is willing to admit that he isn’t the best father but he loves his daughter more than anything in the world. After all that has happened, all that he’s lost, he couldn’t risk losing her too. And maybe he held on too tight sometimes but he loved his baby more than he had ever loved anything. Every time he looks at her he sees that precious little bundle he was handed by a nurse, he was the first person to ever hold her and he swore to her that he would never let go.

‘Boss…you’re not gonna like this…’ Bucky looked up from where he sat with his wife holding onto him, the only thing keeping him grounded on this planet right now.

‘What is this? Where is this?!’ He demanded as he watched the video on the laptop that Sam handed to him.

‘It’s a camera from one of the back roads to the property. No one but security even knows they exist, we don’t know how anyone got there.’ Sam explained, standing just out of Buckys reach in case he decides to lash out.

‘What is he doing? Is…she’s kissing him…how does she even know him?! She’s always had security, who-‘ Bucky cut himself off as he thought back to Tony’s party the week before. He had seen this man before, he had smiled at him at the party, smirked more like it, and Bucky had wanted to slap that look off of his face…he should have killed him when he had the chance!

‘I’m not surprised.’ Buckys head snapped up to look at his wife who was clearly upset but no where near as physically upset as he was. ‘With how you treat her, smother her? An attractive man came along and promised her the world, of course she ran away with Prince Charming. Especially after what you pulled last week, I told you that dog thing would come back and bite us in the ass.’

‘Seriously?! How are you not upset-‘

‘I’m furious! But I’m also able to see how this came to happen and it is our fault. God knows what he’s promised her, but I’m not shocked she jumped at the first chance to get away from you-‘

‘She knows I love her-‘

‘No James, I don’t think she does.’ Buckys face fell as he heard his wife say this. Every fight they had, every punishment or mean word, he had always comforted himself by remembering that his daughter knows that he loves her and that he would kill or die for her. Now to hear that she might not truly believe that, Bucky swears that he heard his heart crack. ‘When she was young she did but you changed when she got older and I have no idea how she feels about you anymore. She doesn’t talk to me because she knows I will tell you everything. We fucked up, and we have to get her back.’

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[thegirlwholovesficcharacters]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Hey!, im just wanted to say that, the request are open and i gonna share the masterlist.

FANDOMS I WRITTE FOR:

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU), 911 (Abc series), Twilight Saga, TVD/TO....

CHARACTHERS

AVENGERS:

━━Steve Rogers/Captain America

━━Bucky Barnes/ The winter soldier

━━Tony Stark/ Iron man

━━Natasha Romanoff/ Black Widow

━━Bruce Banner/Hulk

━━Clint Barton/ Hawkaye-

━━Thor Odinson

━━Loki Laufeyson

━━Peter Parker/Spiderman (Tom holland, Andrew Garfield, Toby Macquire)

━━Others

MARVEL CAST:

━━Avengers cast.

━━Chris evans.

━━Sebastian Stan

━━Robert Downey jr

━━Chris hemsworth

━━Others.

911 (ABC SERIE):

━━Evan "Buck" Buckley

━━Eddie Díaz

THE TWILIGHT SAGA:

━━Family cullen

━━Edward Cullen

━━Jasper Hale

━━Emmet Cullen

━━Rosalie Hale

━━Alice Cullen

━━Esme Cullen

━━Carlisle Cullen

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES:

━━The OG gang

━━Stefan Salvatore

━━Damon Salvatore

━━Elena Gilbert

━━Jeremy Gilbert

━━Caroline Forbes

━━Bonnie Bennet

━━Matt Donovan

━━OTHERS...

THE ORIGINALS/ THE ORIGINAL FAMILY:

━━Elijah Mikaelson

━━Klaus Mikaelson

━━Kol Mikaelson

━━Rebekah Mikaelson

━━Freya Mikaelson

━━Hayley Marshall

━━Hope Mikaelson

━━Marcel Gerard

━━Camille O´connel

━━Davina Claire

━━OTHERS.....

And more....

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 & 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Soon I will be adding more characters, actors and fandoms to this list. Don't forget that if you want to be tagged in my next stories, you must let me know.

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Guess the actor/Dyson

Okay, Friday 6/6 is my very first podcast appearance. Yes, I'm still freaking out about this because, what an absolute honor. 💕💕💕 One of the things we're talking about is His Inheritance (which is coming back shortly). In our talk on the podcast The Happy Meemaw, my lovely host @before-we-get-started tells me who SHE sees (a real-life celebrity) as our beloved Dyson.

Want to take a guess? One winner will be chosen from those who guessed correctly and will get to read the next chapter of His Inheritance at least three days before anyone else.

Winner to be announced on Sunday 6/8. If you're entering to win, please comment or reblog your choice too so I know without a doubt who you voted for. Thank you!

[graciegoeskrazy]

actor masterlist

last updated: 10/10/23

newest ones in bold!

Note: most of these were apart of the first ever fics I wrote hence why they are TERRIBLE. 😖😭 this is not my best work lol🫂💌

s e b a s t i a n s t a n

jump than fall (Sebastian + Teen!StepDaughter!reader)

Last Resort (Sebastian + Teen!reader)

Forever Winter (Sebastian + Teen!Daughter!reader)

a funny way of showing things 2 (Sebastian + Teen!Daughter!reader

right where you left me (Sebastian + Child!Daughter!reader)

Exile (Sebastian + Teen!Daughter!reader)

Soulmate (Sebastian + Teen!Daughter!reader)

Journey to the Past (Sebastian + Teen!Daughter!reader)

a funny way of showing things (Sebastian + Teen!Daughter!reader)

c h r i s e v a n s

Opening Doors (Chris + Teen!Actress!reader)