#winter soilders imagine

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes- masterlist

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

status: complete

warnings: drug use (smoking weed), mob!Bucky, cursing, vampires, werewolves, gangs/crime, death, smutty moments, violence, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, murder, slow burn, smut, violence, weapons. Each chapter will have it’s own warnings as well and please read at your own risk!

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Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Yelena mood board

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

i feel like if bucky was a youtuber, he would be like moist critical/ penguinz0, where he would make commentary and gaming videos in a flat voice wearing the same white t shirts everyday in a man bun

[captainrogers-thepatriot]

@scinglives

Steve walked into Bucky's apartment, looking around for his friend.

"Hey Bucky, are you home? I want you to meet someone really important to me." Steve began, shouting into the air.

Steve had a little boy with him. The child had blonde mop top hair and brown eyes. He wore a white Avengers t shirt blue jeans and a black and white flannel shirt. The child clung onto Steve's waist. He was very nervous with new people. Yet Steve felt important for him to meet his best friend.

Steve had waited a few years before introducing Bucky to the child. He wanted to make sure the Winter Soilder side of him was under control first. He didn't want any accidents to happen.

He had seen Buckys progress through the years, especially after coming home from Wakanda. Steve was so proud of his friends achievement. He wanted to show Bucky that he trusted him. Also Steve had always imagined the two of them would be apart of each other's kid's lives too.

[starlightshadowsworld]

So in comics there's definitely been and are characters that everyone just agrees that they have to die.

And stay dead.

Think of Thomas and Martha Wayne, Uncle Ben etc.

Now these have changed from what they were initially

After Death in the Family, Jason Todd was supposed to stay dead.

And he did, for 17 years before coming back as the Red Hood.

Like there was a fake out in Batman: Hush that it was Jason and it was wild.

Bucky Barnes, also meant to stay dead and did so for 37 years.

... 37?!

Before becoming the Winter Soilder.

And these aren't in universe years, this is real world time.

Now it's hard to imagine them not wandering about.

So I'm trying to think what 3 characters I think should stay dead.

At least for the forcible future.

And who's dead that should be bought back.

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Staying dead: Jason Grace (Percy Jackson: Heroes of Olympus.)

Yeah... I know.

I love him I'm still holding out hope he will return but I don't think it's coming.

I say think because... Leo.

Jason Grace is the perfect example of, I followed the rules, I did everything I was supposed to and I still lost everything.

He's the perfect soilder, the paragon of heroism and he fell sacrificing himself to save his friends.

I think it's best if Jason stays dead because his death is used to show the fragility of human life.

Of the harrowing lives demigods lead.

His final words are punctuated by him staring at Lester, Apollo in his eyes as he's stabbed.

And telling him to remember.

Remember what you saw, remember the way my life drained from eyes.

Remember this day, and know I'm not the first nor the last.

It's such a powerful moment.

Especially because Apollo gets to know Jason and is hit throughout the book that Jason is so young.

That he's just a kid.... that they all are.

Demigods aren't promised happy endings.

Most don't live to be adults, and it's perfectly and tragically shown perfectly through Jason's death.

He just got the life he wanted, found out Leo's alive... And than in a moment it was all gone.

Also, for Jason who's served 14 years at 16, he deserves to rest a while.

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Coming back to life: Summer Rose (RWBY)

Didnt see that coming, I was very much on the "Oh my gosh can we not... Can she just stay dead" train.

Now look at me.

To be fair we know more than we did than and I am really interested to know what happened to Summer.

What happened to STRQ in general to be honest.The tragic death that no one speaks of.

Who's events seem to be only known by Summer herself.

And with the rise of Grimm like the Hound, a beast made of both grimm and silver eyed warriors.

With the note from Ruby and Yang that Summer could have been the turning point.

From Salem killing silver eyed warriors to capturing them.

Given Salem was trying to kill Maria when she was young, now am old lady.And has only ever tried to capture Ruby.

That and Grimm Summer is just the concept ever, I wanna see Summer Rose the paragon of being a huntress be an underling for Salem.

Especially if she's not as reluctant of a follower as we may believe.

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Staying dead: Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa)

Junko is that werid one of I want her to stay dead but like keep her memory alive.

Because it makes sense too, woman caused the apocalypse.

And if we're still operating in that universe it makes sense she'd be bought up, especially after the fact.

But I don't think Junko herself should be bought back.

I get why they did it in Danganronpa 2 because it made sense.

But after, I don't think Junko needs to keep being our main bad guy.

I think exploring the word, her followers and hell people have nothing to do with her would be a lot of fun.

If they do bring her back I'm not gonna be mad, just think hey if we can have multiple protags it'd be fun to have multiple villians too.

She can't carry all of this on her own.

If they do bring her back, kinda defeats the purpose of her death.

Of why it meant so much to her, why she had to lose to Makoto the ultimate hope and her own class.

She lost but she also won.

It's such a huge thing and to bring her back and than kill her later it really deminishes the impact her death had.

... That and...She'd need a whole new body because who knows what happened to her corpse.

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Coming back to life: Matsuda Yasuke (Danganronpa)

Speaking of followers of Junko I'd like to see.

We know little about Matsuda, given he's only appeared in Danganronpa Zero.

I think him being around would be really interesting especially in a world where Junko stays dead.

Because Matsuda is that complex thing of being someone infatuated and in love with Junko.

He was her childhood friend and boyfriend after all.

But also someone who wants her to change.

He created a version of her devoid of despair and he'd be happy to keep her that way.

Which is a unique perspective because most Junko followers think she's the most perfect thing ever.

And I think having that perspective would make for an interesting story.

Because no one really sees Junko as a fully realised person, not even Mukuro her own sister.

Also even aside from Junko, Matsuda also plays a huge role in the killing game's.

He's the one responsible for the memory wipes.

Being the Ultimate Neurologist.

I personally would love to see the memory stuff explored given it was always second to the killing games.

I get why but it's so cool and not something we talk enough about. Wonder if he was scouted by Hope's Peak not just for having a talent but for it's usages.

Say... The Kamakura project 👀.

I dunno but I think Junko's boy toy deserves some time in the spotlight.

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Staying dead: The Grabber (The Black Phone)

His death was not only deserved.

It was fucking satisfying.

Watching Finney use everything the other boys gave him to beat that fucker.

That has kept him hostage, killed several others and is now getting his just deserts.

Was glorious.

... And I'm well aware that there's a sequel coming.

And I'm just hoping he stays dead.

Because not only do the ghost boys, Finney and Gwenny deserve to rest.

The Grabbers death was just perfectly set up and delivered so brutally.

That him being alive and returning to die later kinda ruins the ending.

Because it's Finney's fight to freedom.

I mean if that's the way they go with it, I can't say I'm not intrigued but yeah... Not in a rush to see him again.

Would much rather see someone else wear that mask.

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Coming back to life: Sammy Emily (Five nights at Freddy’s)

The fact everyone dies and comes back to life in this series.

But not Sammy is a crime.

I'm sorry but the story about the mysterious twin brother of the girl who becomes the puppet.

Is something I wanna see.

I know he's only been mentioned vaguely in the Silver Eyes books.

But that's only more reason.

Just Sammy who's thought be dead for years raised by his mother and having an unexplainable connection to Freddys.

I mean tons of kids in the Fazbear Frights books have been drawn or compelled to go to Freddys.

His would make the most sense.

Maybe Williams after him?

Maybe it's Charlie in the Pizzaplex recognising and calling out to him.

Maybe he's the new night guard at the place trying to figure out what happened here... And why it feels familiar.

Maybe he knows about Freddy’s but he knows Charlie was taken and killed.

A parallel to Charlie thinking it was him in the original books.

Maybe he's out for revenge or just trying to find his missing sister.

There's so many possibilities.

I'm just saying if we can get a book about Sea Bonnie's we can get a Sammy Emily story.

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Well that's my list.

Feel free to add your own, I'm curious.

[crazypantsjewels]

my old love of stony pops up from time to time. Like pre civil war thats my otp!! Or at least the pre ending to civil war. Funny story before I found out the plot to civil war, I thought the movie was going to be like a steve and tony buddy time movie. Like how steve kind of had that with Natasha in winter soilder. Like whenI heard the title for the next movie and wasin the works of making it, I thought finally steve and tony are going to have a bonding movie as co leaders. Guess whos the idiot who never read the comics! Lol. Imagine my surprise when i found out it was a steve vs tony movie.

Same it was one of my otps before civil war! A Steve and Tony buddy time movie would’ve been nice. 😭 It’s okay I haven’t really read the comics either. Civil war killed my love for stony but awakened my love for winteriron!

[fandom-imagination-ss]

ANNUAL HALLOWEEN IMAGINE

Day:12

Imagine: planning too dress up as bucky for Halloween but they only have Captain America outfit lefts 

Warning:: Mention of sexy time

Rating: Spicy

plot: barely any plot 

charaters: Buck, Steve and you, 

fandom: Marvel 

"your a dork!" laughing loudly you wrapped your arms around Bucky your boyfriend he was a smooth talker, a quite guy who always Knew what too say too lighten and make you feel incredible. even when your hair is matted, and you have No makeup on he will walk by and compliment you about something that was a inseucurity but he found it sexy. it drove you crazy how intoxicating he made you.

So when Halloween came aroudn you decided too dress up as Bucky as the "winter soilder" which wasn't a hard costume too find.. Only problem the stores ran out of it. Every girl in the world found Buck Barns hot as hell and he's costume was the "it" one this halloween everyone was dressing like him. it was probably because of the long brown hair during the war. either way you couldn't and the ONLY costume you could find that wasn't just pasties involded or Full laxtes jump suits was a captain america Laxtes crop top and a high waist bottom. it hugged your cruves and the fake sheild was big. the shirt was Low and it did cover you but it felt..  more like a bra vs a shirt.

getting too the party you Didn't have time too get changed at home and then go too the party without being ridicilously late so you got hanged there. you knew Tony wouldn't mind. getting ther you wore the fake mask as you were not the only wanabe avenger at the party. alot of fake iron mans. you walked over finding bucky instantly he was in the back corner fo the club with Steve, either of them dressed up whic hdidn't surprirse you. you walked over as you smilked, "Hey boys."

Bucky chuckled instantly seeing your outfit while Steve blushed deeply as he quickly tried too cover it with a cough saying Hey as Bucky asked Why.

"they were out of your costume it was this or a Hulk one.. and that one involded Green paint.. and Pasties." he chuckled pulling you next too him wrapping his arm around you kissing your cheek. "the sexiest Cap here." Bucky exclained as you laughed as you spoke, "Shut up." eh chuckled as Steve spoke, 'ti looks great.."

"thanks"

your relationship with Steve was strange. he was always polte and kind but he always made sure too never be alone with you and he barely talks when your aroudn bucky. Bucky siad it was because Stev ehad a massive crush on you. but you didn't believe the blonde hottie like Steve could find you attractive you  were still stunned some mornings waking up with bucky that he likedyou. the bar was crowded  and loud but the three of you always had fun together. when the partty was getting Too loud Bucky was over it. pretty quick and you suggested you bring the party home. put a movie on and drink. the boys agreed and you three left.

getting home you put on the Ring, making popcorn.  as the night went on you insited Bucky and Steve lseep over due too drinking. Steve tried too convince you that they cant get drunk but you weren't riskingit. you went too bed first as Bucky caught up with you in the hall before you got too far as he whispered, "Stay up.. and in that." you grinned nodding your head saying okay as Bucky lead you too the bedroom kisisng you deepl as he softly placed you otno the bed as he grabbed his tie from the meeting he hada few days ago. it was on his nightstand. as he grinned reaching over tieing it around your head you giggled as he kissed you deeply- "trust me?"

"of course."

"im goinf too make all your fanstatsy come true tonight." laughing saying okay as he kissedyou agian quickly before bolting off.

you sat on the bed waiting. and waiting and when you were finally aout too take off the blindfold the door opened. "about time!" you snapped as bucky chuckled, "Sorry doll."

he reached over kissing your neck softly. "is Steve comfy? and settled?"

"yea. dont worry aout Steve." he said kissing your lips again as you nodded your head as he spoke, "babe.. before we start.. can i get your permission."

"For what?"

"i want too do one of your fanasty's tonight."

you had Alot of sexual fantansty from being toyed with in public with a bullet that bucky controlled , One was having sex with Vison. a AI who has the Entire world knowledge storged in his mind. He probably Knwos EVERY Trick in the book too oen that Bucky alawys teasedyou about. wanting too fuck Steve infront of him. you always found Steve attractive and Kind and you could easily fall for him if you weren't with Bucky. your trust and dedication too each other made it impossible too be jealous. so He just teased you. but you weren't thinking about that. you titled your head. 'which one?"

"does it matter?"

you shook your head. as he kissed your lips, "Say yes." you nodded your head saying yes as you instnatly found lips on your mouth. the Kiss was strong as they held your head firmly. the kiss took your breath away litterally as they freed your head too only feel your wrists going up too the bedframe as you felt the silk ties. wrap aroudn your wristsas you were bonded too the bedframe. "Is this my fanstay or yours?"

He chuckled as he spoke, “both.”

You knew excatly which one as you smiled brightly “OH heck Yes.!”

The night was mind blowing and stunning in the morning you laid in bed with both Steve and Bucky as you were in the middle of the sand which as you held both their hands as you spoke “damn boys.”

Steve simply said Yea as Bucky spoke, “that was far better then i thought.”

“do this again?” You asked looking over at your love as he nodded his head, “i was thinking..we make this a Regular thing?”

Everyone agreed as you smiled brightly “Gosh Yes!” Which made everyone chuckle as you snuggled up too them both

[ideasihadbutdontlike]

Nothing I wouldn’t Do

Bucky Barnes 

“Gross”

Bucky grunted in agreement.

The two of you were at a local restaurant watching a couple feed each other desert. Complete with giggles and smiles bigger than their faces. The woman shrieked slightly as some of the chocolate drips down her dress.

You and Bucky look away quickly, trying your best to hide your laughter.

“Don’t ever do that to me. I swear I’ll shoot you,” you said.

Bucky laughed. “I have a metal arm,” he pointed. “You’d miss,” he sassed.

“mmm, I don’t think so,” you sassed. 

“Alright,” he laughed, “so what if you’re sick, and just staying awake takes up all your energy? What about then?” His head was tilted slightly to the side, eyebrows raised in playful accusation. 

You shook your head at him, failing to hide your smile. “I might just have to starve,” you said. You knew though, that Bucky despite his hard exterior would always do whatever he needed to help you. 

He shook his head, a hint of a smile on his lips, “yeah, ok.” 

He knew it too. He would go against your every wish if it meant he could save you. It was selfish, and sometimes he felt that it was too much, but then he looked at you, and he saw the gleam in your eye as you watched that couple for the corner of your eye. He knew there was absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do for you. 

Bucky sighed dramatically, twirling his fork like it was one of his knives. You bit your tongue, watching him dig into the pasta in front of him.  

“You know I’m gonna have to it now, right?” He squinted at you, glaring playfully. 

“Barnes,” you smirked, “I’d like to see you try.” 

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Ahh i needed to get back into writing and I havent done anything for Bucky in a hot minute. 

[yannii04]

Words can't even begin to describe how proud I am of Anthony Mackie. His portrayal of Sam Wilson is so beautiful; the gentleness, the kindness. Often times black people are depicted as loud, obnoxious, violent, and ignorant. And there's nothing wrong with being Black and being those things, but the intentions on why they do it is the issue. They want to stigmatize and ridicule us. But Anthony Mackie? Anthony Mackie handled this character and this message with the utmost care. Many people aren't going to agree with me, but I like that Anthony is the new captain. Because like he said, the shield means something different in his hands. As a black women, as a black person, seeing someone be unapologetically black and proud and hold a place of power and wants to evoke change brings tears to my eyes. I don't know how else to explain it other than I'm proud, I'm happy and thank you. Thank you Anthony Mackie, you don't know how many people you are impacting.

[majestyeverlasting]

Irresistible You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Gingerbread houses are sweet, but kisses shared with Bucky are always sweeter.

Word Count: 1k

This is based on the following prompt from this Christmas alphabet list.

K: Kiss (How do they react to a kiss? Flustered? Happy? Surprised?)

A/N: This is for you @honeybunchesofbucky. I know you didn't request this letter specifically, but I saw your ask and decided to whip something up. Rather than doing the whole alphabet in one take, I figured people could send in whatever letter they wanted. So... surprise! I hope you like it!

Your laughter was the first thing Bucky heard upon arriving home. It made escaping the outside chill warmer than it would have been had he been met with silence. There were still a few snowflakes melting into the short strands of his chestnut hair. They had begun to fall during his drive back from downtown. Which was a surprise, given snow hadn’t been forecasted—a pleasant surprise. After hanging his jacket in the coat closet, he placed a steadying hand on the wall as he toed-off his boots.

He eventually found you in the kitchen. There was a gingerbread house sitting on the island, and you were hunched over it as you added more colorful gumdrops to icing-lined the roof. Another laugh slipped past your lips, and that's when he realized that your phone was propped up on the fruit bowl and Wanda’s voice was emitting from it.

Before moving into a place with Bucky, she was your roommate. The two of you talked often. Upon noticing him enter the room, you smiled and motioned for him to come over. When he did, you wrapped an arm around his waist and pointed to the house.

“Like it so far?”

“Mhm. Looks nice, babydoll.” He gave you a squeeze. Then he waved at Wanda, who was wrapped in a blanket and ushering pieces of popcorn into her mouth. “You look comfortable," he noted.

“Very,” she assured.

Bucky grabbed a couple gumdrops from the pile sitting on a paper towel, and popped them into his mouth. You did the same, humming at the sweetness.

“So what have you ladies been in here laughing about, hmm?”

Wanda bit back a smile and shrugged.

“Nothing...” Your answer came out more like a question than you intended.

He raised his brows. “Keepin’ secrets, are we?” A squeak rose up your throat when he pinched your side. And he did it again for good measure, relishing the way you curled into him.

“Okay, enough.” You grabbed his wrist in a loose hold. “Wanda, I’ll call you back sometime tomorrow, okay?”

She chuckled and ran a hand through her long hair. “Alright. A three hour video call has probably been long enough for today anyways. Don’t forget what I told you about this weekend.” She pointed a finger.

The two of you were going Christmas shopping for Bucky and Vision. That was the secret. And as you'd been brainstorming stores to stop by, you couldn’t help but laugh as she began sharing the quirky hobbies Vision had begun to take an interest in. You even shared a few things to her about Bucky. It made for harmless fun; the two of you loved your boys almost more than life itself.

“I won’t. Talk to you later.” After she said goodbye, you ended the call.

Bucky’s lips curled into a smile when you gave him a pointed look. It wasn’t too harsh, just steady enough to warn him against trying to press for any further information. “If you wanna do something, wash your hands so you can help me finish decorating the house.” A laugh shook his chest as he moved to the sink.

“How was everyone?” You asked, tone softer.

He’d gone out for drinks with a few of his friends. “Good,” he said over the sound of the running water. “Sam and Steve asked about you. And Nat told me about a new outdoor ice rink. It’s near the city plaza. We can go check it out whenever you feel up for it. I know you like that kinda stuff.”

When he walked back over to you, you cupped his cheeks and guided him into a slow kiss. It made every hint of tension dissolve from his body, and even you felt lighter than before. His strong hands gripped your hips, and he released a disgruntled sound when he felt you began to pull away. You let him chase your lips and land a couple more pecks, but then you patted his chest as a signal to let up.

“I promise I’ll be all yours later. I really wanna finish this gingerbread house,” you told him.

He watched you start placing a new row of candy along the roof. “You can’t kiss me like that and expect to not be the only thing on my mind now.” He repositioned himself to stand behind you, and you didn’t have the strength to tell him to stop as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Perhaps a part of you really didn’t want him to. “And on top of that you’re keeping secrets.” There was no bite to those words. Only a hint of playfulness that resided under the attractive timbre of his voice.

“You’ll find out what they are on the twenty-fifth,” you said.

“Okay.” He seemed satisfied with that answer. “But m’still not gonna be able to focus on a gingerbread house anymore.” He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. A shiver made you drop the piece of candy in your grasp. “C’mon,” he murmured against the shell of your ear.

Your entire body grew warm as you leaned back into him. For a moment you were quiet. Then you heaved a sigh. “Why is it so freaking hard to resist you?”

That earned a chuckle. “You tell me.”

In a swift motion, you turned around and pressed your lips to his. It felt like little stars were forming within you only to burst seconds later, leaving you with a buzz that felt close to magic. His lips were slightly chapped from having been out in the cold, and they were gentle and calculated in a way that made them all the more intoxicating.

Bucky pulled back just enough to speak. “You sure you wanna abandon the gingerbread house now?” You could hear the note of teasing. He went on to place impossibly light kisses to your cheeks to the point where you couldn’t even think of what to say. Undoubtedly, he'd turned the tables on you. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” you finally breathed. “I’m sure. Just stop talking and kiss me.”

And so he did.

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[tinachristeen]

*during Bucky's trial about his crimes against America*

Witness: he has killed people! He is the Winter Soldier for christ' sake!!

*a pissed off y/n stands up and walk over to the tv displaying pictures of evidence, and plugs in her laptop*

The judge: ma'am, You can't do that! Sit back down!

Sam to bucky: oh no. Is she going to-

Y/N: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, I NOW PRESENT TO YOU, THE FEARSOME WINTER SOILDER!

*the screen displays a picture of bucky with a dopey smile and spaghetti sauce all over his face*

The judge: HOLD ON, WAIT-

*Y/N clicks a button and the screen shows a picture of bucky with war paint on his face, holding Sam's cat like a machine gun*

The judge: MISS Y/L/N PLEASE SIT DOW-

Y/n: I'm not finished yet!

*Y/N clicks another button and a phone video plays of bucky looking down the barrel of a nerf gun*

Video bucky: Sam, I think the toy is broken. The foam bullet won't come out-

*in the video, bucky presses the trigger and the bullet comes flying out and hits him in the eye*

Video bucky: AW FUCK! *rubs his eye frantically*

Video Sam: *laughing hysterically*

*the video cuts off and the court room is dead silent*

Y/n: The winter soldier everyone! *she sits back down*

And that's how Bucky Barnes got his pardon from the government.

[nev3rfound]

seriously, doll? : b.b

there was no denying bucky was a bit of a flirt. but when there is something underlying between the two of you, you can't help but feel jealous watching him flirt with sam's sister, sarah. (1.7k)

requested: yes by the lovely @interestedcas - apologies for the very long delay, but i hope it lives up to your idea! warnings: some spoilers for tfatws

also thank you so much for 6k!

masterlist / permanent taglist / etsy shop - requests open!

Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if Bucky thought you must've been blind or deaf to not notice his small flirtatious acts arise with none other than Sam's sister, Sarah.

It was obvious he was flirting without trying to, that was part of the 'Bucky Barnes Charm' as Sam coined a few months ago when he witnessed Bucky painfully try to flirt with you.

The events that took place in Madripoor weren’t exactly what you’d coin as flirting. Being overly protective whilst you were assigned the role of Zemos arm candy, then yes.

“No one is here, Zemo. You can let go of her now.” Bucky sternly speaks up after being silent for the majority of the walk into lowtown.

Glancing over his shoulder, Zemo simply smirks at the former soldier. “There’s eyes everywhere, James. And I don’t think Y/n minds.”

Bucky opens his mouth to protest, but you beat him to it. “Y/n can speak for herself, thank you.” A scoff follows from you, and Bucky watches with pride as you slung off Zemo's arm. “You don’t have to touch me to play the part, Baron.”

Zemo tuts to himself. “But where’s the fun in that, liebling?”

Walking a few steps faster, Bucky finds himself alongside Zemo. "If you do anything that makes her even the slightest bit uncomfortable Zemo," Bucky forcefully starts, but Zemo remains unphased.

"You'll what? Kill off your only lead in finding the serum?" Zemo raises a brow, only to see Bucky clench his jaw and avert his gaze. "I thought so." He adds with a hum, holding his hand out toward you. "Come, Y/n, our work has only just started."

During that entire mission, Bucky kept a close eye on you. Whenever Zemo stepped out of line, Bucky noticed the smallest of changes in your demeanour. He'd watch your eyes close slightly, or your fake smile widens into a grimace; all of which boiled his blood.

And then once it was over and you were no longer required to be Zemo's arm candy Bucky almost stopped caring. He didn't make any remarks to Zemo about his behaviour toward you, instead, he went back to his normal self, well almost normal self as he seemed to avoid you like the plague.

Now free from the flagsmashers and the spread of the new super soldier serum you could all relax for the first time in months.

Sam had insisted you come to visit him in New Orleans, and you could hardly say no to the chance of a change of scenery and a challenge with his parents' boat.

Music filled the dock with family and friends enjoying the BBQ Sam helped put together. You couldn't keep track of the flow of beer and laughter that ensued throughout the day as Sam roped you into numerous conversations with old family friends.

And it was all good fun until Bucky turned up -later than intended. You could hear Sarah's children calling out to him, and glancing over your shoulder it was impossible to stop a smile forming on your face.

Bucky looked happy, truly happy clad in a denim jacket and sunglasses with a smushed cake in hand, typical.

Walking toward your friend with a spare beer, you could feel your heartbeat increasing as he slid the sunglasses off. "Hey, Buck-" Before you could finish, Bucky's attention averted to Sarah.

Remaining still, you watched in almost slow motion as he accepted a beer from Sarah, his hand lingering against hers. He was smiling at her with that dazzling smile rarely seen over these last few years, but whenever it did you couldn't help but feel weak at the knees.

Yet, you remain seated and watch the two of them, not interfering in the slightest whilst your heart hammers in your chest.

Sam rose to his feet, exchanging a knowing look between his sister and somewhat of a friend. "I told you, Barnes," Sam starts, holding his finger out at Bucky. "do not flirt with my sister."

Laughing along with the reminder, Sarah shot Sam a look whilst Bucky held his hands up in defence. "I was just being friendly." Bucky states with that smirk, and you can't help but take a bigger swig of your beer.

As the afternoon progressed into the evening, you watched from the sidelines, talking to various people but your ears always tuned in on Bucky wherever he was. You hated the unknown effect he has on you, that you're just his friend who he'll flirt with as mere banter. Whilst to you, everything he says you feel inclined to shield your heart, knowing it's only surface level talk.

"And that's when young Sam Wilson turned up," Kevin was chortling, unable to stop as he tries to regain composure. "wearing nothing but his underwear and Sarah's bra on his head!"

A series of recollections of that event quickly followed from other neighbours and their humour was contagious, ridiculously so.

"Oh, and here's the man himself!" Someone calls out and you turn to see Sam standing just behind you, noticing his smile growing from the company surrounding you both.

"So this is where you've been hiding, huh?" Sam nudges your arm, watching you playfully roll your eyes in response.

"Not hiding necessarily," You mutter in response, unable to stop your eyes glancing over to see Bucky at a table with Sarah's kids hanging from his metal arm. "just,"

"Avoiding?" Sam finishes for you with a knowing look. "I get it, things have been kinda tense between you two since Madripoor."

Scoffing lightly, you step away from the group of people you were previously talking to. "I don't know, Sam." You shrug it off. "He's happy, and I'm okay with that."

"Don't lie to yourself, Y/n." Sam tells you, catching up with you as you quickly walk along the docks toward the edge of the boardwalk. "It's not a bad thing, to be honest with yourself once in a while."

"I disagree." Shrugging your shoulders you continue walking despite Sam having stopped. "Helps avoid getting hurt." You mutter under your breath before reaching the edge of the boardwalk, wiping away the tears that begin to fall.

Closing your eyes, you exhale deeply before sitting down with your feet dangling over the edge of the well worn wooden boards.

Beneath your feet the waves crash against the structure, blocking out the sound of someone interrupting your tranquillity.

"Thought I saw you walk off in this direction." Bucky calls out. Now having caught your attention, he notices your shoulders slump and lack of acknowledgement. "Not that I blame you, I mean, wow." He whistles at the view, the various shades of orange and pinks painted across the sky begin to blend into the purples and blues of the night sky.

"It's peaceful." Finally, you respond whilst trying to keep your voice down so Bucky can't hear the crack that desperately wants to sound. "Just, just allows me to reflect and not worry for a while."

Bucky steps closer before sitting down next to you, his arm brushing across yours. He immediately notices the slight chill that runs through you and the frown etched across your face.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks quietly, aware of your brows knitting together before you glance his way with glossy eyes and shake your head. "Come on, doll, it's only me." Bucky pushes the matter with a small smile, unaware of him worsening the issue as your heart pushes further outward of your chest, close enough for him to rip out if he wishes.

"You just don't get it, do you?" A sad laugh escapes as you shake your head. "It's not just you, Bucky, god." For a moment, your hands rise to cover your face and the choked sob that crawls up your throat. "I have spent months trying to push aside my feelings for you, any and every single thought I had over you has been blocked out. But when you asked me on this mission, I," You trail off, looking out at the waves once more. "I was stupid to think it meant something more than working together again."

Silence falls over the two of you uncomfortably whilst laughter echoes down the boardwalk.

"It, it wasn't just for the job." Bucky mutters, glancing up at you with a soft gaze. "These last few months without you haven't been easy."

Shuffling beside him, you turn your legs toward his and brush your foot across his as Bucky huffs loudly.

"Why didn't you say anything, Bucky? I, I would've answered if you called." You tell him quietly despite the slight annoyance he can trace in your voice.

"Because I didn't want to damage things." He blurts out. "So when this came up, it was almost the perfect distraction. Being with you on a mission felt weirdly comforting." A dry laugh leaves Bucky's lips, but you remain quiet, now listening intently. "It meant I could see you, be with you like old times before everything became so,"

"Complicated?" You finish for him, watching as he nods. "It doesn't have to be complicated, you know."

A small smile begins to toy at Bucky's lips at the thought, but he catches himself off guard at the sight of you shiver. "You cold, doll?" He asks and you nod.

"I knew I should've brought a jacket." You admit.

Before you're able to wrap your arms around yourself, Bucky shrugs off his denim jacket and drapes it over you. "There," He sighs in content and lifts his arm up, bringing you into his embrace. "no more complicated, yeah?"

Resting your head on his chest, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence watching the waves begin to die down and the sun now setting allowing an endless amount of opportunities to consume the night sky.

As your eyes begin to close, Bucky can feel your breathing slow.

Looking down, he lifts his metal hand up to brush your hair out of your forehead and with some confidence he gently kisses your temple with a smile.

"No more complicated." You whisper with a tired smile, feeling Bucky's heart practically skip a beat.

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[gaysindistress]

When Night Come- three

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: cursing, Jessica being Jessica (we love and hate her)

word count: 3.5k

two | masterlist

Tag list; @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21​ @unaxv​ @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

For the most part, the week had gone by smoothly. Only minor behavioral issues with the kids at work and even fewer tantrums from their parents. Bucky hadn’t made an appearance at pick up but that was to be expected since he rarely had in the past. However, a part of her wanted him to. Sunny may have told Jessica that she wanted nothing to do with Mr. Sexy but after going through the texts between him and who he thought was her, a part of her wanted him to talk to her the way he had in those messages. His charm was undeniable, after all, he was known as the flirt of Brooklyn but knowing those messages were meant for her and she only stirred something in her even if she didn’t want to admit it. In the past she would’ve dropped everything for a man like him, giving into him the first time he’d asked her out for dinner but with time and horrible experiences, she’d built a resistance to that part of her. Still, it egged her on, leading her to indulge in short-lived daydreams of what could be. One thing stood in the back of her mind throughout the week though; how high had she been to convince herself that she’d seen a fang when Peter was talking or only feel cold when Bucky touched her? Yelena kept her distracted though from overthinking it all.

She thought it was hilarious that she had gotten the wrong message even if she didn’t know what her original message should have been. The conversations between the two girls were less flirty and more casual, like a friendship with hidden feelings was developing. The attraction was there for both of them but Sunny guessed that Yelena knew about her date with Bucky so Yelena had chosen to back off. Admirable, yes but only one of them could ultimately continue to date her and her rational side, begging the romantic to let it be Yelena, the drop-dead gorgeous woman who could make her laugh at the stupidest things. 

Jessica, sweet Jessica is no help either as she’s caught up with Peter once again, having gotten sucked into his hurricane of a personality. Having asked Sunny to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn’t fall back into his hands, she’d practically pleaded with her more sensible friend to go out for dinner to take her mind off of it. The rather fancy restaurant is not the place two women should be talking about the size of an ex’s dick but alas Jessica did so without a second care and a glass of merlot in her hand. 

“It’s definitely a grower but he acts like it’s 10 inches or some shit which wouldn’t even fit in reality,” the woman who passes by the table on her way to the bathroom makes a horrified gasp when she hears the crude words.

“It’s honestly so embarrassing, more for him than me because homeboy acts like a real fucking Chad.”

“Jess keep your voice down,” Sunny tells her, snickering from behind her own wine glass, “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“They can all get fucked, I’m in pain and in need of some expensive sushi and wine to ease my agony.”

“Spoken like a true woman of class,” Sunny says, setting her glass back on the table, “But let’s be real here; are you going to let him back in or are you done with him for good now?”

Jessica shrugs slightly, the chandelier’s light bouncing off the chain strap of her top, “I want to but something keeps pulling me back in and no it’s not his dick. There’s a Peter that I can’t get to but I know he’s there, a version of him that’s not such a douchebag.”

“Are we sure that’s even possible or is this wishful thinking?” “I know, I know, I don’t have great taste in men and we both already know how terrible he can be but I’m telling you Sun, he can be such a sweet guy.”

Sunny half-heartedly hums partly because she’s overhearing about Peter and because the sushi she’s eating is just that good she forgot her train of thought. If hearing about him means more of this divine sushi, then she’s glad to sit and be the wall that Jessica tells all of her troubles. 

“Earth to Sunny,” Jessica waves her hand in front of her face, “Did you hear what I said?”

“Shit no, I’m sorry. I got distracted by my food, what did you say?”

She gives her a skeptical look before glancing over her shoulder, “Don’t make it obvious but look behind you. Is that who I think it is?”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” she asks as she’s getting ready to turn around but Jessica stops her with a hand on hers.

“Never mind, I think they’re going to walk past us, and don’t freak out, I’m serious.”

“What? Why would I…” the words die on her tongue when that damned cologne and honeyed voice waltz past their table with a woman wrapped around his form. The woman, who’s wearing a very low-cut dress, makes a show out of gently hitting Bucky’s chest as she laughs obnoxiously at something he no doubt whispered in his ear. He’s, of course, wearing that dazzling smile anyone would want to see every time they go to sleep and wake up. Whether or not he sees either woman is a mystery because he makes no attempt to say hi or even stop as he leads his date past their table. While they’re seemingly having a grand time, Sunny’s heart drops at the scene before her as her eyes dart to a very pissed-off Jessica. Something about the whole scene feels with her unease but she brushes it off as anger and maybe jealousy. 

“Please tell me I’m going blind because I didn't just see that,” she scoffs, still holding tightly onto her friend’s hand, “At least have some decorum if you’re going to parade around with gold diggers, Jesus Christ. Oh my god, Sun I’m so sorry.”

“No no, it’s uh….” her words are dying again as she blinks rapidly trying to come back to reality, “It’s fine. We’re not together or anything, we haven’t even gone out yet so it’s not like… it’s not like we’re exclusive. He can… ya know.”

Jessica grips her hand tighter to draw her attention to her, “Say the word and I’ll fight a bitch.”

“It’s whatever, seriously,” she offers a sad smile, “Let’s just forget about it. Please.”

“Of course,” she removes her hand and goes back to eating while ranting about her boy problems. 

Meanwhile, the hole that Sunny feels doesn’t shrink no matter how much wine or sushi she consumes. No amount of Tinder profiles shoved into her face can erase the sight of Bucky flirting so openly with that woman. She tries to convince herself that she shouldn’t care because like she said herself, they are not together. He does not owe her exclusivity no matter how pretty his words are. They haven’t even gone on their date yet so again, she has no reason to feel the green rage of jealousy or the blue wave of insecurity that threatens to crash over her but she still does. The romantic in her is crying over broken Valentine’s Day hearts with her makeup smeared while the logic in her is rolling her eyes and setting fire to whatever feelings she has left for Bucky. 

She quietly excuses herself to go to the bathroom which unfortunately requires her to pass by the table he’s at with that woman and another person she can’t see. Against her better judgment, she looks. She looks at that table and makes the briefest of eye contact with the man she wants to burn the world for and because of. However, when she does catch his blue eyes, they are devoid of any emotion and she tells herself that it’s because he didn’t recognize her rather than the alternative as she fumbles to close and lock the bathroom door. Her hands tremble as she grips her phone with white knuckles, back to the cold metal door. It buzzes, startling her and she drops it with a gasp as her heart tries to pound out of her ribcage and into her throat. 

“U good?” - Jessica 

“Jesus, get ahold of yourself,” she whispers to herself. Bending down to pick up her phone, she contemplates her choices regarding their date; the romantic is screaming for her to just go out with him and forget all about it. Once again her logic kicks in and she’s typing before she even realizes it. 

“Can’t make it Friday. Sorry.”

Another truly aggravating laugh rings through Bucky’s ears when his phone vibrates in his pants pocket. Aside from the fact that he can’t stand to be around Lycan in general, this woman is the prime example of why he hates them. Steve flashes a very forced smile at whatever the woman said, trying his hardest to not ruin the deal that’s almost closed. The woman is completely oblivious, or at least pretends to not care about both men’s frustration with her, and continues to make jokes at the wait staff’s expense. Bucky pulls his phone out, giving Steve a silent signal to continue the conversation if this can even be considered one. Upon reading the fatal message, his jaw muscle feathers to not lose his cool even more. Years of practicing his self-control in other areas have led him to be able to starve off the allure of allowing the other side of him to make an appearance. Rather than damage the already fragile relationship, he doesn’t respond right away and instead messages Yelena. 

Yelena’s habit of getting on his nerves is growing out of hand however she’s irreplaceable and Steve might actually kill him if anything happened to her. She is, after all, the little sister to one of their close friends, and her sister made it very clear that if anything bad happened to her, there would be hell to pay. Even so, having her tail Sunny gave her that much more ammo when it came to teasing him, and adding in the fact that she, too, was interested in her made things even more frustrating but what’s a little friendly competition? 

The unbearable woman at the table seemed to think that any woman within a fifty-foot radius of the table is a threat to whatever sick daydream she has concocted where she has a chance with Bucky. The way she belittles the poor server and makes lewd comments about other people in the restaurant is enough to make both Steve and Bucky want to rip her throat out even if it might kill them. Regardless they still have a business deal to close even if their skin is crawling while doing so. 

Bucky slips his phone back into his pants and leans back in the booth, “Juliette, I need that name you promised.”

“Awe Baby, I thought we were having fun! Why’d you have to go and ruin it with business talk?” she says whilst trying to sneak her hand over his knee. 

Steve clears his throat loudly, disrupting whatever foul plan she had, “I believe we agreed that this meeting is strictly professional. Give us the name and we’ll see what we can offer in exchange.”

“Now that isn’t going to work for me,” she rolls her shoulders back, dramatically pushing out her chest, “I need reassurance that nothing is going to happen to me if I rat out my boss.”

“That depends on if we get the name we’re looking for. You’re a smart girl, you know how these things work.”

She rolls her eyes at his words before letting out a considerable sigh, “Her name is Alix, with an I, Wright. She’s the big boss out of California you’re looking for and if I were you two, I would give her what she wants. She’s the type of person you want working with you, not against you.”

“And what is it that she wants?” She snorts like the dog she is, “I’m not telling you that until you tell me what I get out of this.”

“A ticket out of the country.”

“Not good enough.” “Europe?”

“Only if this man here,” her hand finds Bucky’s knee again, “can come with me.”

“No. What does Alix want?” He can’t hide his contempt now as he pushes her hand off roughly. 

“Fine,” her eyes flash gold for a second, returning to their usual green in moments, “She’s looking for a Y/N L/N. Rumor has it she’s an ex and she wants her back but that’s all I know. There’s a photo floating around but I haven’t seen it.”

“Can you get it?” 

“I could but I’m not going to. I like being alive so I’m not going to risk it any more than I already have.”

“You should be more concerned about the people in this room. Get us the photo and you’ll get your plane ticket.”

“No no no. That’s not what we agreed on. You got your name and now I get my ticket. The photo wasn’t a part of the agreement,” she tries to reason with the mob bosses in front of her who are looking at her as if she’s a part of the menu.  

“Things change and we need the photo as well so get it to us and we can discuss your ticket,” Bucky says as he and Steve stand up, “Don’t call until you have it. My time is valuable so don’t waste it.”

With that, they exit the restaurant and leave the woman fuming at the table, disgusting pheromones from her anger rolling off of her. 

Bucky’s nose wrinkles at the smell that has no doubt clung to his clothes as he pulls out his phone the moment they settle into the car. Steve briefly glances over at him, “Want to tell me what happened back there?”

He doesn’t answer right away, too engrossed in whatever is on his phone. It takes Steve calling his name a few times as they pull away from the curb to get his attention. 

“What changed in the restaurant?” “It’s complicated.”

“I highly doubt that.”

A moment passes. 

Bucky’s phone vibrates again in his lap and yet another crestfallen look takes over his face. 

“I didn’t know she was going to be there. She saw us with Juliette and canceled our date tomorrow night.”

“And?”

“And Yelena just confirmed that she’s actually Y/N L/N.”

“Ah, I see. That does complicate things,” he says whilst checking his mirrors before merging into a new lane, “Look, we both know how dangerous Alix Wright can be but we’ll do what we can to protect Sunny, Y/N, or whatever she chooses to go by. As for your canceled date, I think you owe her some flowers and an explanation.”

“Yeah, Yelena already lectured me about it.”

“Are you going to?”

Upon not hearing a response, he glances over and sees that Bucky has his phone to his ear with an annoyed look. 

“Not answering your call?”

His answer; is a short groan when the voicemail answers again instead of the woman. Against his better judgment, the slight desperation kicks in as he remembers the almost kiss they had at Yelena’s party. The thought of having blown his one shot to get to know her controls him as he texts her. Even if she leaves him on read, it’s still something, anything to prove that she might give him a second chance. However, he isn’t so lucky as she continues to ignore his calls and leaves his texts on delivered. His only lifeline to her is Yelena and she has the perfect opportunity to sweep her off of her feet. Well, he does have another person but Jessica is very adamant in her dislike for him as is evident in her texts to him. 

“Jess being helpful?” Steve asks. 

“Not in the slightest,” he drops his phone down, “And the worst part is that I know where she lives but I can’t just send shit over without it giving off…”

“Stalker vibes,” Steve finishes his sentence for him, “You’d think after two centuries you’d get better at courting people.”

“Yeah well, shit does change over time so it’s not like I can just show up with flowers and not have her worry for her safety.”

“Have you thought about it how it’s all going to work? She’s human so eventually she’s going to notice something is up when you don’t eat or age.”

“That’s assuming she’ll give me the time of day after this,” his nose wrinkled in disgust again when the Lycan’s smell fills the air once more, “Jesus I’m going to have to burn this suit. She must have scented me.”

“You think? She was all over you,” Steve coughs out, rolling down the windows so they can finally stop inhaling the traitorous air. 

“Oh my god, he won’t leave you alone! He just keeps calling and texting and then calling again. It’s soooo annoying,” Jessica sighs as she tosses the phone off to the side and hugs Sunny closer to her side of the couch. 

She doesn’t say anything, only hiding her face a little more into Jessica’s side while half-watching whatever stupid movie was on. Negative thoughts and questions consume her as she second-guesses everything. Was he actually flirting with her? Did she misread the texts? Was he really trying to kiss her at the party? When he said she was beautiful, was that him or her imagination filling in the gaps? Why the fuck didn’t she remember feeling the heat of his body when he was holding her? Her friend’s nails tapping away at a phone screen brings her consciousness forward through the storm of emotions inside. 

“What are you saying?” “Oh, ya know ‘fuck off, leave her alone,’ that kind of stuff.”

“What is HE saying?” “The usual bullshit about how you need to talk and he needs to explain but take it from me, it’s all a bunch of lies to just gaslight you into forgiving and forgetting. Don’t fall for it, Sun, no matter how good his dick is.”

Scoffing she pulls away from Jessica and curls up into the corner of the couch, hugging her arms and a blanket around her. Her phone appears in her peripheral but she just shakes her head, “I don’t want it.” 

“Can I keep messing with him then?” “No just leave it. We still have to see him and I don’t want it to be too awkward.”

“That ship sailed when he decided to be a player…”

Sunny cut her off, “Please, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

She may not be able to see the intense roll eye of Jessica’s but she can certainly feel it when the tension starts to bubble under their skin, threatening to be released at any moment. Sure they are good friends and they had been for almost as long as Sunny had been in New York but Jessica didn’t know the first thing about her old life or who she really was, the world she came from. Being around so many painfully naïve humans did drain her from time to time but it was refreshing given the alternative. The thought of even being in the presence of a Lycan again made her stomach churn and her skin crawl. The unsettling feeling she felt at the restaurant suddenly makes sense; that woman had been a Lycan and dread fills her body at the idea that Lycan was in New York still AND Bucky seemed to be a little too friendly with one. Something spurs her to start questioning Jessica without any forethought, “Jess does Peter have sharp teeth?”

“Girl, what the fuck kind of question is that?”

She pushes herself out of the corner just enough to look at her friend squarely, “Are Peter’s canines sharp?”

“Umm,” Jessica’s voice is full of confusion as she shifts in her spot, “Yeah but aren’t everyone's?”

“But were they sharper than they should be?”

“I don’t know. Why are you asking me?”

“Never mind, forget about it,” with defeat, she drops back into her corner albeit Jessica is still confused about her abrupt and strange line of questions. 

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask me that and order us some ice cream. The usual?”

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

CRUSH- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Biker! Bucky x Innocent! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: home for the summer, you plan on spending it in isolation, too shy and innocent to get into trouble. bucky barnes- the head of the local biker clan, has other ideas in mind.

Warnings: teasing, heavy flirting, pet names, drinking/ drugs mentioned, swearing, lap sitting, enemies to lovers trope

“can you read my mind? i've been watching you couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool camo' jacket, robbing corner stores hard odds to beat when you're on all fours good men die too, oh, i'd rather be with you”- crush, ethel cain

PART ONE OF THE CAIN SERIES. 

You could hear the revving of the bikes from where you stood, safety guarded behind the glass doors littered with posters and signs, peeling and jumbling over each other- colours starting to fade from the summer sun. 

It was loud, their voices somehow seeming to overlap the roaring engines as they slipped on their glasses. You knew the men in that group, puffing out smokes in the convenience store parking lot. 

All of them. 

And you didn't know what that made you. Cool, for perceiving the closely, tight knit biker gang? Or shameful- for being seen anywhere near them?

 They were troublemakers. They had always, flaunting their tattoos and leather, never needing an announcement whenever they stepped into a room. You just knew who they were, that they were there and they meant business. 

Bucky Barnes and his posse never expected less. You, on the other hand, were the opposite. Shy, quiet, reserved. A girl who was headstrong yes, but knew that the bark and bite was not always the best strategy. 

You were polite, the kind of person an older person would think ‘What a sweet girl. I like her, so modest!’. Perceiving others, but not wanting to be perceived herself. Innocent. You were like that at school, and you were like that while being home for the summer. 

The gang was the same, and you dreaded the fact Bucky’s father lived right near yours. Which is why you felt your stomach drop at the bustle outside, clutching your plastic bag tighter, feeling the handles twist and pinch at your fingers circulation. 

You didn’t want them to notice you. But the rest of the parking lot was next to dead empty. Only an older man glared at them as he bagged things in the trunk, too far down in the parking lot for the group of men to care. 

Eyes stared at the back of your neck as you debated how to approach your old pickup truck, trying to assess the situation at hand. 

Not that there was a situation. Why did there need to be a situation? Just walk to your car. Don’t engage. 

The cashier, lifted his eyes from the newspaper, eyebrows cocking in concern. “H-have a good day. Thanks again.” you murmured, wanting to smack yourself. 

You had already said that. Just shut the fuck up and get home. The sticky, warm air of the west in the summer hit you as you removed yourself from the air-conditioned shop, and you took a breath before you fumbled for your keys. 

One step, then two. One step-  

“Hey sweet thang.” the leader called out, accent thick as all heads turned towards you. Your eyes met his, shades protecting the baby blues you knew were hidden under as he smirked. You felt your breath quicken, stomach turning in on itself the longer you stared. 

It was like a battle off. You were a Capulet. They were the Montagues. He reached for the smoke between his lips, throwing it down on the pavement before twisting his boot sole on it, ash smearing.

 “You shouldn't do that, you know. It’s bad.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, wanting to shrink back as soon as the words left your mouth. 

Little ooo’s and chuckles rose up from the other man, and you recognized some of them, even without the names on the back of the jean vests. Rogers. Wilson. Stark. 

He stepped towards you, cocking his head. Examining you. You couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not, and you weren't planning to stick around and find out. 

“Whatever you say Y/N.” he chuckled, making your eyes widen. Sweat broke out down your neck from the beating sun, and the fact he knew you. He knew you and that scared you. 

But also excited you, just a smidge. 

He noted your tense stance, and couldn't help but get a form of satisfaction out of it, even if his boys teased him for having such a crush on someone so unlike him. 

You rushed off before Bucky could say anything more, the breeze brushing the silky white sundress against your thighs as you slammed the truck door shut. Backing up without sparing a second glance, you sped out of the deserted parking lot, down the highway and away from him.

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It had been days since the last time you saw him, yet it replayed in your mind as if it had happened only a minute earlier. 

The way he noticed you. Had called out for you, as if he had been waiting the entire time you were in the store, wandering through the isles.

 It haunted you, in a way. You weren't sure if you cared for him or not. You had been watching him for quite some time now, though it had been mainly to steer clear of his antics. 

Bucky was a bad boy. You were a goodie two shoes. It didn’t fit. Intimation seeped your bones whenever you passed him, caught wind of his husky voice from whichever parking lot he crawled out from. 

So why were you still thinking of him? He scared you. Frightened you. But he was beautiful. 

Dangerously beautiful, like you couldn't say no to him no matter the question or cost. He was high strung with authority, a maturity about him that made you want to cling to him and never let go. 

Bucky was indescribable you decided, as you swung back the bottle of red wine, the sweet, tangy liquid caressing your throat as the cool night breeze blew through your hair. 

He looked like he worked with his hands and smells like marlboro reds, was all you could place in the category that you had organised in your mind. Though it was foggy, the lines slightly blurring the more you drank, the higher the moon rose in the night sky and the more the wooden railings creaked from the wind, you knew there was a reason he was constantly on your mind. 

It was silly really, how much your deep subconscious clung to the idea of him. Intoxicated or not. 

You heard the mosquitoes swarm towards the dim porch light by the old screen door, cicadas chirping in the tall grass. It was peaceful out here, alone. You let yourself dawn on how much you really missed home, the feeling of the freedom out in the middle of nowhere. 

“Drinking is bad too, ya know.” a low voice called from the shadows, making you jump- heart hammering in your chest as Bucky emerged from the darkness.

 Air whosed through clenched teeth as you sucked on your cheek, admiring him. Though he was in his ‘gear’, a rolled up henley, jeans and a smoke between his lips, he seemed different. 

Calmer.

 Like his guard wasn't up as much as you had seen it around his friends, or anyone else for that matter. “Why are you here Bucky?” was all you could muster to ask, not even knowing where to begin. 

You knew he knew where your father lived, as the two of you grew up on the same street. You just never expected him to show up. 

“Ah so shy girl  knows my name eh?”

 “Of course I know who you are. I’m not stupid.” He threw his hands up in defence. “Hey, I never said you were. Quite the opposite, from what I’ve observed.” 

He hinted towards the empty spot beside you.

 “Can I?” 

You nodded, watching as his beefy body adjusted to the smaller spot, knees brushing yours as he hung his head low. 

“Why are you here?” you repeated.

 “I don’t know. I guess seeing you the other day made me want to know you more. Is that bad?”

 “Yes.” you stated firmly, taking another swig of booze as he fumbled with his lighter. Your own answer startled you, words abruptly coming out of your mouth. It was the wine talking. But it was too late now. “Its a bad thing because you're a bad guy. You shouldn't be hanging around me.” 

He smirked, hand running through his dark, messy locks, tugging at the back of his neck. “Is that right? I forgot you're such a goodie two shoes. Are you too good for me?” he mocked, and you rolled your eyes.

 “That’s not what I meant. It’s just… we’re so different. And I don’t know you, like at all. You’ve done… bad shit.” 

“Like smoking pot? Or are you talking about that guy I murdered?” Your eyes widened, mouth forming an O shape as you whipped your head around to face him fully. Anxiety churned like angry waves in your stomach, and you feed the acid would rise up to the surface.

 “Kidding! Jesus you’re so fun to nag doll. It’s too easy, should’ve seen the look on your face! Priceless.”

 “How was I supposed to know that?!” you hiccuped, knocking the glass bottle against the bottom step, setting it down before you finished it all. That was a bad idea. Especially around a pretty boy with as much charisma as a snake charmer. 

“No idea, but some faith in me would be nice. I’ve put plenty of faith in you, ya know.” he bumped your shoulder, as if the two of you had been life long friends. 

You were baffled at the thought of what was happening right now. Never in a million years could you have pictured this, the teachers pet paired with the notorious bad boy, allowing him to sit on your porch and unwind with you when the minimal interactions the two of you had left nothing but mysteries in your mind. 

Who was he, really? Why were you so intrigued by him, though you knew he was nothing but trouble? And why, oh why did you find yourself actually enjoying his company? 

“How so?” you asked, looking down with interest at the dog tag that swung on his neck, silver shimmering in the gloom of the night. You didn’t want to look into his eyes. It scared you. 

“Well I had faith you’d come around, and let me talk to you. You’ve always looked so timid. I didn’t want to scare you.” 

You felt your breathing stop. “Why did you want to talk to me?” you asked, hesitantly. 

“Because you’re interesting to me. Like a puzzle. And I feel like there’s a lot more to you than from what I’ve seen and I want to know more.” 

You let Bucky's words settle, rest in the western air. They hung low over you, like a physical force. You're interesting to me. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction that feeling was mutual.

 “I’m glad you think I’m entertaining.” you shrugged, trying not to show how his words made you feel. 

“Come with me to the Lounge.” Smoke trickled from his rosy lips, and you watched the ash fall to the dirt before squished the but into the wood. What like… right now?” you asked, confusion spewed across your features. 

The Lounge was the towns local bar, its dark and grungy vibe off putting to you. The bikers often hung out there, the misfits throwing back drinks like it was no tomorrow You had never been to a bar before, let alone one where Bucky and his crew practically owned. 

Between its southern gothic walls was nothing but smoke and cheap booze was what your father told you, highly suggesting you steer clear of the towns local hangout. So naturally, you flinched. 

“Everyone's there right now. It’ll be all good, I promise.” 

“So why aren't you there then? At your ‘spot’” you air quoted, making him laugh. It was low and husky, tinging your skin warm with heat despite the cooler air.

 “I left to come invite you. Don't make me look stupid. I can't show up empty handed.” he teased, and you felt an obligation to follow in his footsteps as he rose, brushing off his jeans. 

“I know its a Saturday night and all and I’m supposed to be out but I’ve never… its not my territory.” you shrugged, rubbing your arms in comfort. 

“You're welcomed there. I promise. But if you don’t feel safe, or comfortable, don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see if you’d be willing, is all sweetheart.” 

You sighed. The right thing to do would be to shake your head no, grabbing the bottle and heading in for the night. Leaving him on the porch, with his bike parked down the street for himself. 

But you couldn't leave him. Not now. Not when you finally had the guts to properly answer him in a conversation, even if it was ambushed onto you on your own property. 

“Fine. But don’t make me regret it.”

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If the wind was chilled before, it was crisp as ice now. You clung to him as he sped down the old roads, barley daring to breathe as the engine throttled, revving onwards as he laughed. 

The breeze roared in your ears, whipping through your hair that escaped your the helmet he had conveniently packed, an extra. Fingers were clenched tightly to the deep maroon of his henley, bunching as you hugged him tighter. 

This was the closest you had been to him, ever. On the back of his Harley, zipping down back roads you knew took you the longer way to the bar, as if he was intently wanting you to cling to him tighter the faster he dared to go, for as long as possible. 

It was frighting, but exhilarating. Like a wave of cool water on a hot day. It was refreshing to see the endless bounds of wheat fields and old barns through he shade of the viser, a taste of his lifestyle. 

You almost wanted to throw your hands up, to feel the air rush through your fingertips. 

“You doing okay doll?” he roared over the whip of the wind, glancing at you with a smile though the side mirror. You nodded, to frightened to speak, throat parched dry. 

Before you knew it, you emerged from the cool, undertones of deep blue,bright light shinning from the distance. You could already make out the bundles of people scattered in the parking lot, gripping Bucky tighter as the two of you slowed. 

Bikes were parked everywhere, and you could remember some of them from the other day from the gas station. No familiar faces. The world came into focus as he parked, helping you down and slid off your helmet, bursts of talking laughter and music swarming your ears, the lights seeming brighter without the blur of your viser. 

It was busy, but that was expected. Bucky had already told you everyone in town was here- the misfits at least, but it didn’t quell your anxiety any more. 

Part of you wanted to grab his hand, scared of loosing him in the crowd you were about to face, but he had already done that for you. His large, slightly rough, callused hand was warm as it enveloped yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“We can leave at any time. I’ll be with you honey. Promise.” he reassured as you nodded, looking over at the dozens of bikers that scattered along the outside of the bar. 

They took no notice in you, minding their business as they chatted away, smokes in hand. Good. No one was gawking yet. You hoped it would be like that the whole time- but you knew it wouldn't be. You stood out too much, and it was because of your lack of spunk for once, and not the other way around. 

Plus, anywhere Bucky went, people stared. It was hard to look away from him. You knew from personal experience. 

Loud bustles of music streamed from the speakers with the murmured of dozens of voices, swarming your head as you took in the scenery. There was leather everywhere, smoke blending in with the neon signs. Dart boards and pool tables were all occupied, bartenders buzzing like bees in a hive as they poured drafts and shook cocktails. 

“Where are we going?” you asked him, leaning in closer as you squeezed by the other bodies that crowed the space. 

“Where it’s quieter.” 

You prayed it was also more secluded, as the eyes began to follow you. Your little white dress was no match for the sea of dark neutrals here. Bucky’s group appeared, sprawled in booths around the back wall- like it was their territory. 

You didn't know if you felt welcomed or not, feeling like a show pony on display as the stared at you. “She’s here!” the blonde on called, smirk wide on his face as he looked at you. 

Steve. You knew him right away, always seeing him appear next to Bucky, front and center. The right hand man. 

Then there was Sam you learned as you sat down next to Bucky, giving you a little wave before downing the shot he had in front of him, always seeming to be in the shadows. 

There was at least ten of them, all of them as eager to meet you as the last. Like they were infatuated with you. Before you knew it, dozens of drinks were sent your way, and after about two beers you had somehow landed directly on Bucky’s lap. 

“So your the girl who turned Barnes soft eh?” Sam asked you, making your eyes widen.

 “What do you mean?” you asked timidly, wiggling your hips anxiously. 

“Oh doll he doesn't mean literally.” Bucky chuckled, and you felt a very prominent bulge press into your ass as his hands guided your hips downwards. 

Your cheeks burned with heat. Sam laughed, the smell of smoke heavy on his jacket, and whisky on his breath. Your head spun, and you felt yourself slumping  against Bucky the longer the night went on, starting to forget you barely knew him the way you wanted to- that this wasn't your crowd. 

“You okay?” he murmured against your head as you gripped his jacket, blinking slowly. 

“Mhm fine. Jus- drunk.” you hiccuped, breathing in the ceadarwood and smoke that clung to him. 

“I shouldn't have let you drink that much.” 

“You don’t get to decide that for me.” you snapped back at him, standing your ground. Bucky was already unravelling you in a way that made you feel vulnerable enough, you didn’t need him making decisions for you too. 

“Shes got a point Barnes. Pretty soon it’ll be the other way ‘round.” Steve announced, seeming to reappear from thin air as he slide in the booth next to Sam- twirling his keys around his ring finger. 

“Where’d you come from?” Bucky asked, eyebrow raised. You wanted to ask the same question. He looked like he was on cloud nine, eyes wide and sparkling, the booze giving his cheeks a tinge of pink. 

“Jus’ beat Romanoff at darts n now shes all pissy.” he laughed, and you leaned your head over the side of the concave to search for her.

 You liked her. She was the only girl in the gang, but her personality shined bright enough to be at least four. Her red hair was as fiery as her personality, and you would be terrified to piss her off. You were surprised Steve wasn't worried about her grabbing the dart and gouging his eye out with it. 

“She’s gonna beat your ass man. I wouldn’t put it past her.” Sam shrugged, making you giggle. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the quiter atmosphere in the back, but you found yourself enjoying their company. 

The fact you had made Bucky ‘soft’, whatever that meant- made you happy. You wanted to be the only person who made him feel that way. “Cmon.” Bucky said suddenly, waking you from your drowsy state, leg bouncing to startle you. 

“What are we doing?” you asked as he shimmed the pair of you out of the booth, ignoring the looks the guys gave him as his large hand slipped in yours, thumb rubbing your skin in a soothing motion. 

He just smiled, that cheeky little smile you had seen him slide your way so many times- the one that intimidated you because there was no one a man like him could look at you like that and not be pulling your leg. 

But here he was, with you. Looking at you like that- and making it authentic. It was crazy to you how easy it was for you to be caught up with him, wanting nothing more then to seek his attention and validation. 

Though he was bad- and you knew he had done some very, very bad things- the warnings seemed to falter in your mind the second he flashed you that dangerous smile.

 “We’re dancing.” he shrugged, as if it was the most average thing for the leader of a biker gang to do.

 “Dance? But no one else is dancing.” you noted, confused as you looked around the room. Though more people had dwindled out over the night, there was still plenty of people here. None of them dancing, all of them staring. 

This establishment seemed much like a fight club and less like a dance club.

 “Awh you shy?” he teased, guiding you away from the bustle and the lights, towards the entrance. Of course he wasn't. He had no reason to be. You were sure Bucky had never felt shy a day in his life. 

“Do you blame me?” you demanded, eyes wide as he tugged you a little harder, nearly making you stumble over your own two feet. You wished you weren't so clumsy. Especially now. 

“We’ll go outside where its quiet. And then we’ll dance up a storm.” Bucky sung, spinning you around as he pushed open the front door, clearly drunk. 

You laughed, the chill air making goosebumps rise on your skin through your little dress, though the wine sloshed in your tummy made you feel giggly and warm. “I didn't think you were a dancer.”

 “Looks can be deceiving.” he replied, wrapping his arms around your middle, swaying you side to side as he guided you over towards his bike, parked next to the others. 

It was far enough from the human eye, but close enough you could hear the music as clear as day. Hands were wrapped around his forearms, gripping him tightly as he moved you, guided you to a state of serenity. 

“It's gonna be a fun summer shortcake.” he whispered, kissing your cheek softly, as if you were a piece of glass china, scared to hurt you. 

You let him. The sweet, soft melody trickled from the speakers, lyrics intertwining you to Bucky. Like it was made for him. 

Something's been feeling weird lately There's just something about you, baby (there's just something about you, baby) Maybe I'll just be crazy (I'll be crazy) And piss him off 'til he hates me

Yeah right... he fuckin loves me...

[ghostbread892]

Of Bells And Tricks Pt.2

A/N: HI MY LITTLE BREAD CRUMBS❤️❤️ I'm posting this one a bit off schedule bc I had a little problem with one of the screenshots i took but I fixed it and here we are! I really do hope you enjoy and continue to read as more parts come out! Love you guys

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[alwayschoppedtaco]

apartment next door ll b.b.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: slight enemies to lovers, loud music, a few curse words, flirty comments

Summary: Your next-door neighbor seems to not understand that there are other people in your apartment building.

or

You just moved into a new apartment that happens to be right beside the infamous Winter Solider. And he happens to listen to his music at full volume late at night, which leads to confrontation.

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Bucky liked this apartment building. It was a different scene than the tower, so he could have his privacy, but it wasn't to far away so that he could make it back in emergencies. Plus, the old ladies that lived across the hall from him made cookies every weekend and would always share. 

What he didn't like was the pretty new women that moved in to the apartment beside him who seemed to have the ears of a bat, and would constantly be knocking on his door to get him to turn down his music.

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Boxes sat unpacked, pushed to the side to make a path to your bedroom and bathroom. It had been weeks since you moved in, but the boxes made pretty good furniture and you had all your necessary items already out, so you where in no hurry to unpack. 

It was late at night and on an impulse you decided to set up your kitchen. Pots and pans were pushed into cupboards and silverware was shoved into the drawer. The only sounds being the clanging of metal meeting metal.

Then the sudden pulse of a bass resounded around your apartment. Groaning, you made your way towards your front door for the second time that week. And it was only Wednesday.

Apparently, your next-door neighbor didn’t understand that he wasn’t the only one in this building because the music blaring from his apartment seemed to be shaking the entire building, or maybe that was just you shaking from rage.

Your building was mostly full of older occupants who used hearing aids and went to bed at seven or college students that partied most nights, so your neighbor seemed to think that gave him a free pass to play his music at the loudest volume possible. In the few weeks that you had been in your apartment building this had been almost a daily occurrence.

Pounding on the door, you tap your foot impatiently as you wait for him to answer the door. He seemed to take forever to open the door, giving you a while to think of what you were going to yell at say to him.

You had tried the nice approach already, as well as the mean approach, the pleading approach, and many other approaches to try and get him to turn down his music but nothing seemed to work.

He finally opened the door and you where ready to begin cursing him out but stopped open mouthed as his bare torso came into your view.

“What do you need?” His gruff voice breaks through your temporary speechlessness.

Shaking yourself out of it, you swallow hard focusing on the problem at hand and not on his six pack, which is harder that you would like to admit.

“You need to turn down your ratchet music.” You state matter-of-factly.

“Oh yeah? Why?” He says smugly, “I don’t see anyone else from this floor or others here to complain.”

“Yes, well I have things to do and your music being on full volume is kinda pulling me out of my work zone.”

“Your work zone?” He scoffs, clearly making fun of your word choice.

“Yeah, my work zone! You got a problem with that?”

“Nope, but you seem to have a either a problem with me or a huge crush on me since your over here almost every night.”

“Just turn down your music.”

“If it will keep you away then fine, I will.”

“Good.” With that you turn on your heels.

Maybe Bucky will keep turning his music up if it means he will get to see the beautiful spitfire next door.

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[sickandpink]

His Immortality, My Distraction - Part 1

(My first fic)

Pairing: Post Winter Soilder Bucky Barnes in New York × Reader

Warnings: Make sure you remember the end of Captain America: The Winter Soilder, mild yelling, memory loss, mentions of death but otherwise, just good old humor, mystery and fluff.

Summary: When you have a brief encounter with an injured soilder who is completely clueless about his identity, you're tempted to stick around and help despite the apparent danger he projects.

Why?

Because he's exactly the distraction you've been looking for and more...

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"OH MY GOD, who are you?"

You scream right after you instinctively jump off your sofa, dropping the large bowl on your lap which was filled with multiple potato chips flavours that you mixed together and sat down to watch television hoping to be distracted from things the you're trying to forget...

...spoiler alert - it wasn't working.

"Get out of my way"

That is all he said, in a strange, mechanical tone. This was the masked man who had just entered your 30th floor apartment and shattered your window for reasons that are completely unknown to you. However, he appeared relatively unharmed.

Ofcourse, you went blank for a few seconds but soon snapped back to reality. The reality in which your anger was clouding your sense of rationality in this strange and sudden encounter.

"GET OUT!"

This was all you could say and since you wanted to sound as intimidating as you possibly can to project a false sense of fearlessness, you decided that screaming was the best mode of communication, atleast for the moment.

"I'm....I'm...sorry...I...."

Before the man could finish his apology, he collapsed, only appearing slightly conscious when you bent over to check. You were beyond confused but felt a sense of relief incase his response to your yelling was going to be cold, COLD MURDER. Yet, you were curious to find out who he was and what was going on. You've never been someone who backs away from a risky situation, infact you dive right into it - very, very stupidly. Therefore, you give the man some water and try to walk him towards your bed, which was clearly a difficult task considering his strength despite the barely conscious state he was in. After what seemed like the longest work out you had ever done, you finally manage to bring him to your room where he completely loses his consciousness and collapses on your bed.

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Many hours pass, during which you consider a million different ways to handle this situation. It was a surreal feeling considering that it's highly unlikely that you ever experienced these many thoughts at once, most of them being bizzarely conflicting to one another leaving you frustrated and more than that, exhausted. You decide to take a break from figuring out your 'plan of action' and pay attention to your grouchy stomach. You make your way to the tiny kitchen in your one-bedroom apartment and make some simple but delicious grilled cheese sandwiches.

A few minutes later, between the process of transferring the sandwich to a plate from the hot pan, you sense someone approaching you and you inevitably freak out and without a second thought, grab the hot pan and start attacking with no aim.

Both, fortunately and unfortunately for you, the man you were nursing felt your wrath on what were the thickest, strongest arms you've ever seen. The man, however, didn't utter a single word and just appeared confused.

"I'm sorry, I really, really am but to be fair you're an intruder here and I have no idea who you are and I don't want to be killed"

In the same mechanical tone from earlier, the man finally started to communicate, "I'm a soilder, I need to get back to my base"

"Alright, but don't you have a name soilder?" You giggled as your curiosity about this man grew wider

"No...Not really, no"

Your eyes widen after hearing this response and you no longer know what to respond but after a brief pause, you settle with a simple and humorous introduction, "I'm Y/N and I've always known what my name was"

In response, the man you have now decided to call 'soilder' simply stood in silence, expressionless as usual leaving you to wonder without any clue if you've offended him.

"I wasn't showing off or anything, I just...I guess I was just trying to make a joke to ease the situation a little bit?"

The soilder is quick to respond to you this time, "I'm known as the Winter Soilder but I think...my name...it could be Bucky". He almost instantly regretted opening up to you but you walked towards him and signaled him to continue, which he did. "Someone just called me by that name and even though I don't ever recall seeing this man - a man with a shield in a blue suit, I felt like I knew him and...". Bucky walked away to face the other way and you could sense his tone getting lower, "I don't know who I am...I don't know where to go and I...don't know...anything"

"That's alright, I won't ask you any more questions but it seems like the guy you are referring to is The Captian, Captain America and if you name might be Bucky, then is it possible that you're...THE BUCKY BARNES?...but you died, didn't you? I mean you're ancient history, how are you still alive and young? Omg, did they finally figure out cloning, this is so so so cool" You couldn't stop speaking, even screaming until Bucky interrupted you to ask, "You know the sheild man? and you...know...me?". You could finally start to sense emotion in his tone and even read his expressions, he was clearly confused but there was a glimmer in his eye, he appeared hopeful.

"It's all...I mean, I'm not sure but it seems like you're the soilder who died in the Hydra train hijack in the 1940s and shortly after, The Captain died too...but it surprisingly turned out to be untrue and he was resurrected a few years ago so I guess it makes sense for you to be too?"

"The 1940s? I don't understand...am I...immortal?"

You laugh at Bucky's response and decide to show him a few videos online that explain the situation, being careful to find a video that explains things clearly and not in the sensationalized, cartoonish way that most media seems to potray Steve Rogers.

After about 20 minutes, there seems to be a bit more clarity. A clarity that only results in more questions. "So I'm...alive when I'm supposed to be dead and I have no idea why?"

"Yeah, pretty much" You respond jokingly after which you add, "We're going to get to the bottom of this, we'll find out who you are and you're welcome to stay with me until then"

"Why are you helping me?"

"I guess we're both looking for the exact opposite things right now - you want to know your reality and I want to forget mine, atleast for a while and I think we can help each other out" You smiled.

To be continued....

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