#symptoms disappear like magic in front of a doctor i swear to god

[pekoechu]

Spending friday/saturday/sunday in a pain flare so bad all I could do was curl in bed and cry only to wake up today so much better but I'm mad about it because I see my rheumatologist today :/

[barnes-belle]

Beauty and the Barnes (5)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Lots of Smut, Light Hints of Non/Dub-Con, Prostitution, Swearing, Dark Bucky. (I can’t stress enough that this is kinda dark, Buckys an asshole and the kind of behavior that goes on in this fic is in no way acceptable in the real world)

When your father falls deathly ill you fall into a lifestyle you would have never predicted for yourself. Selling your body as a high-class escort isn’t ideal but it’s the only way to find the money you need to help your father, until your first client offers you another way.

Bucky’s mean, coarse and gets a kick out of watching you squirm but he is willing to help your father. All you have to do is sign yourself over to The Winter Soldier, body and soul.

Trapped in The Avengers compound, serving as a PA to a man who’s an absolute beast you find yourself wondering if there’s such a thing as a happy ending?

Masterlist

Chapter Five

“I’ve been on hold for an hour! He’s a patient, how hard is it to put me through to a patient!” You snapped.

 You had been trying all day to get a hold of your father but it was like some kind of impossible task. After being passed around to three different departments, several different nurses and one orderly you had been put through to a very nice elderly man who was not your father but was so happy someone had called to speak to him that you had ended up talking to him for a whole hour and promising you’d call again soon. You had then finally been given a separate number for the patient line and were still on hold.

“No, no don’t put me back on hold!” You hurriedly begged in vain.

 You groaned as the repetitive notes of the chirpy hold music played.

 “Excuse me, can you sign here?” The delivery man asked, again.

 You mouthed an apology and signed the screen quickly and balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear picked up the food delivery you’d had brought in. There was a communal kitchen as well as a small kitchenette in each room and after asking around you discovered Bucky preferred to use his own. With a little help from Friday you brought up Bucky’s order history and managed to construct a shopping list from it. Your tablet beeped with a notification from the laundry department in the basement, asking you to come pick up Bucky’s laundry and you whined.

 You were exhausted. It was only mid morning and you were half dead on your feet. You managed to get the shopping put away and ran down to the laundry, still listening to the awful hold music. Armed with piles of carefully wrapped dry-cleaning you managed to get into the elevator and sunk against the wall, smiling politely at the man sharing the elevator.

 “Do you need some help?” He whispered.

 “I can manage, thank you though.” You shook your head and sighed.

 “Are you sure? It’s just, you’re limping.” He pointed out.

 Your face suddenly felt very warm.

 “It’s just the heels.” You lied.

 You couldn’t exactly admit you were walking funny because your super soldier boss had bent you over and fucked you that morning.

 “Ah. Well if it’s any consolation, I think you look amazing in them.” He grinned, looking at your legs.

 “As a matter of fact, your approval has made the pain incredibly bearable.” You said sarcastically.

 “Well, I’m glad I can help. Let me know if you change your mind about accepting some help.” He said, winking and slipping out of the elevator doors as the whooshed open.

 You kind of wished you had actually admitted why you were really limping. You got out of the elevator after him, hoping to make a quick run for the corridor.

 “I’m Ben” He told you.

 “Hi Ben, bye Ben.”

 You would have felt a lot more victorious about your escape if you weren’t still on hold. To contend with the practically permanent ache between your legs, you now had a crick in your neck. You had to use your elbow and a lot of awkward leaning to get the door to Bucky’s room open.

 “Oh thank god you’re here!” You exclaimed when you saw him standing in the living room.

 “Why?” He asked, looking stricken.

 “I have your clothes but I’m not allowed in your room so here.” You said, flinging them down on the couch.

 You straightened your back with a groan.

 “Who are you on the phone to?” He asked, tilting his head to listen to the music with a confused look.

 “The clinic, I’m trying to speak to my father, I’ve been trying all day. I have to go pick up and fill out the requisition forms for some kind of rifle you asked for? I don’t know. Bye.” You told him with a friendly wave and rushed back out of the door.

 He stared after you for at least five minutes before he finally moved.

 “Friday, where’s Stark? I need a favour from him.”

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 Sometime after you’d eaten lunch, someone had finally taken you off of hold to tell you that your dad was with his doctors and you should phone back in a couple of hours. After you hung up you banged your head against the desk a couple of dozen times. You had been assigned a small, modest office. It had a desk, a chair, a filing cabinet and a window and that was it.

 “Friday?”

 “Yes Miss?”

 “Do I really have to fill out all these forms for a rifle? Can’t I just go buy it myself?” You grumbled.

 “It’s a 70 thousand dollar piece of weaponry.” She informed you.

 “What? Why? Why does he need a 70 thousand dollar rifle?” You yelped.

 “I believe he lost the last one.”

 “HOW?”

 “Got knocked out of my hands during a fight with Hydra operatives in the Balkans last month. Didn’t have time to go back for it, was busy trying not to get blown up. Well, actually I was busy trying to stop Steve getting himself blown up.” Bucky answered, opening your office door.

 “Oh. Well that’s fair… Captain America probably costs a little more to replace.” You said sheepishly.

 “This room is depressing.” He noted, looking around.

 “Well, It’s an office not The Magic Kingdom.” You told him.

 “You like it like this?” He asked derisively.

 “No, but I haven’t exactly had time to redecorate. Besides it’s fine, I’ll add some personal effects later.” You said, looking around.

 “Give me your tablet.” He demanded.

 You handed it over nervously and he immediately started fiddling with it. There was a ringing sound coming from it when he handed it back and you looked at the screen with a frown before the ringing stopped and suddenly you were looking at your father face.

 “Dad?”

 “Sweetheart! Hello! *cough* Can you hear me?” He shouted.

 “Dad, yes! I can hear you! Are you ok?” You asked frantically.

 Bucky smiled softly at the way you brightened straight away, gazing down at the screen with concentration.

 “I’m just fine. You were right, this is a wonderful place. They are taking such good care of me. Do thank your bosses for this won’t you?”

 You looked up to do exactly that but Bucky had already slipped away.

 “I will daddy, I will. Tell me everything.” You demanded.

 “Well they have me on *Cough* this new breathing apparatus.” He said, holding up the oxygen mask to the camera.

 “Are they nice? Are they smart?” You demanded.

 “Very nice, just lovely. Very smart, they know lots of big words.” He assured.

 “You’re coughing less.” You noted.

 “Yes, they gave me new medication. *cough*. It helps with the symptoms.” He said.

 “Dad, how are we talking? You don’t have a tablet, you don’t even have a cellphone.”

 “It was delivered a few minutes ago, with very clear instructions on how to turn it on. I thought you sent it.” He said excitedly.

 “No… no, it wasn’t me.” You said, the corners of your lips turning up as you realised what had happened.

 “Well tell me *cough* about this new job.”

 “It’s… hard work. But I think I like it, it’s not as difficult as I thought it would be.” You admitted with a grin.

 “Should you be calling? Are you *cough* at work right now?” He asked with concern.

 You waved a form at him.

 “I’m working, don’t worry.” You laughed.

 “Good, good girl. Well don’t *cough* be letting me distract you. I’ll still be here when you get home. I even know how to charge this contraption, the instructions were *cough* very helpful!” He said cheerfully.

 “Ok, well I’ll call tonight ok? Oh and there a man in room 4a, very nice man. His name is Donald Beaton, go say hello.”

 “I will sweetheart, goodbye. I love you.”

 “I love you too daddy.” You said, blowing him a kiss and hanging up.

 You gently placed the tablet down on your desk and took a deep, shuddering inhale before you were springing up and running out of the door. Your heels clacked against the floor, pain forgotten as you raced through the compound. You found Bucky about the enter the gym.

 “Bucky!” You called.

 He turned around to look at you and you pulled to a stop in front of him , breathing heavily. He raised a quizzical eyebrow you. He tensed up as you put your hand on his shoulder .

 “Thank you.” You said firmly, looking deep into his eyes.

 He nodded shakily and licked his lips, finding them suddenly dry. When you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek all the tension disappeared under your touch as he practically melted into you. When you pulled away he nearly stumbled and when you walked away, throwing one last smile over your shoulder at him he just stared after you, awestruck. When you turned the corner, out of sight he brushed his fingers across his cheek and walked backwards, away from the gym.

 “Isn’t Bucky meeting us?” Sam asked.

 “Guess he’s late.” Steve shrugged, setting up the punchbag.

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 You balanced a bag of Chinese takeout against your hip and a locked case with a 70 thousand dollar rifle in your arms as you dragged your very very tired self back to your office. You still had a mountain of forms to fill in so you were planning on having a working dinner. You dropped the stupid rifle haphazardly on your desk and very carefully placed the bag of food next to it.

 “Well I cam to see if you wanted dinner, looks like you already have that covered.”

 You looked up in alarm at Ben who was leaning against the windowsill, smirking at you.

 “Do you have an appointment?” You asked.

 “For dinner?”

 “To be in my office.” You snapped.

 “Do I need one?”

 “Yes…”

 “Can’t make an exception, just for me?” He asked with what you assumed was supposed to be a charming grin.

 “Nope.”

 “How about grabbing some dinner with me? I’ll even let you wear flats.” He asked, stepping forwards.

 “Oh will you? How kind.” You said, rolling your eyes.

 “So, shall we?” He asked.

 “No.” You said flatly.

 “No what?” He asked, smiling away.

 “No, we shan’t.” You clarified.

 “Ok… I can meet you in the somewhere if you like?” He offered.

 “Just because you can it doesn’t mean you should.” You said.

 “I’m confused.” Ben said, frowning quizzically at you.

 “Perpetually I bet. I don’t want to have dinner with you, now or in the future, but thank you for asking.” You said politely as you could be bothered.

 “Well how about coffee?” He tried.

 “I’m not interested.” You told him straight.

 “Breakfast?” He pushed.

 “Still a no.”

 “Are you seeing someone?” He enquired.

 “No.”

 Unbeknown to the two of you, this was the point when Bucky approached your office door and paused, hearing your voices.

 “Then why not have a drink with me?” He tried.

 “Because I don’t want to.” You informed him, again.

 “I bet I can change your mind.” He smirked.

 “You can’t.” You stated.

 “Give me a chance.” He asked, growing irritated.

 “Nope.”

 “Well now you’re just being rude.” He admonished.

 “And you’re being desperate.” You retorted.

 “Listen, you’re pretty and you’re new around here so maybe you don’t get how it works. If a man, especially one with a much higher position than you is nice enough to ask you to dinner, it’s polite to accept.” He snapped.

 “And I really shouldn’t be rude should I? it’s unbecoming.” You said with a chastised expression.

 “Exactly.” He said, pleased he’d appeared to get through to you.

 Bucky snarled lowly and put his hand on the door handle when your saccharine sweet voice stopped him.

 “Alright then. Thank you so very much for your generous and gallant offer good sir but I am afraid I must politely decline on account of the fact that I simply do not want to accept.” You said.

 “Why the hell not?” He demanded.

 “Sarcasm seems to go over your head and no is not a word you comprehend, that gives you low intelligence points. You’re misogynistic, pushy and kind of creepy so charisma points are low as well. You’d need to be absolutely drop dead gorgeous to counteract both of those things enough for me to want to spend time with you and the fact that I have said no should tell you all you need to know there.” You listed off.

 He gaped at you. Outside, Bucky smirked.

 “Whew, I’m pretty winded. You have a lot of flaws to list, you should work on that.” You said, waving him towards the door.

 “Stuck up bitch.” He muttered under his breath, storming out of the office.

 He didn’t see Bucky, concealed in a shadow as he scurried away. Bucky resisted the urge to step out of the shadows and teach the sleaze a lesson, you’d already done that. He smirked again as he remembered the way you’d cut the man down with your words. He moved back towards your office, desperate to see if you would accept his offer of company.

 That was when you finally noticed the huge bouquet of red roses on your desk in a crystal vase. You looked around for a card, but there wasn’t one. You didn’t want Ben’s company and you certainly didn’t want his flowers. Scoffing at them, you swept them off the desk and straight into the bin. You didn’t see the card that had fallen off the desk and landed under it and you didn’t see Bucky Barnes stood in the open doorway behind you with a wounded expression.

 By the time you turned around to slam your office door closed, there was no one there and Bucky was halfway down the corridor wondering why your rejection of his affection was making his chest hurt so badly.

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 Belle: *Is nice to Bucky* Bucky: *Goes soft* Belle: *Is mean to someone else* Bucky: *Gets hard* 

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