#worried bucky

[trekkiehood]

I just realized I missed part of the WIP Game instructions…

Unconscious MOTA???? I’m curious 😆

Thank you so much!!

An alternate title to this wip could be "I wanted to give Gale a tbi"

This is one I started writing when I first watched the show and at this exact moment I don't have many plans for it going forward but that doesn't mean I never will lol. The title literally comes from "oh Buck is unconscious in this scene I wrote... oh and it's for MotA" because I was mostly writing for the Outsiders at the time.

The premise was Gale gets knocked out by a guard and is unconscious for days before he wakes up and when he does he's lost days. Doesn't remember anything before about a week before he went down. This of course is very stressful for everyone involved. He also is quieter and has pretty much constant headaches etc. I'm aware that Bucky canonically has one in the show but I wanted to give Gale one too lol.

While I have no immediate plans moving forward with this, I have incorporated bits and pieces of it into other fics. This and "I Wore My Mask Up High" were begun at about the same time and had a similar premise originally, Mask just won my attention.

I leave the just under 1k words that I have written for it under the cut for you to peek at lol

If you have any more questions please let me know <3

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John turned the corner just in time to see the guard's rifle come down on Buck’s face with a sickening crack. He dropped, laying unmoving on the ground at the guard’s feet. 

Rage welled up inside Bucky. White, hot anger pressed at him. He lunged forward, fully intending to kill the guard where he stood. A hand gripped the back of his shirt and he turned, ready to lay whoever it was out with one punch. Brady didn’t relent. “There’s nothing you can do. It will only get you killed. Take care of Buck.” 

The interruption couldn’t have taken more than a few seconds, but the shouts for the Colonel and to a doctor seemed to have multiplied along with the prisoners crowding around. Bucky dropped to his knees at Gale’s side, momentarily pushing away his resolve to deal with the person who did this. 

Bucky was afraid as he reached down. He was afraid that his friend was dead. Watching him drop like that. That wasn’t normal. 

“Hey, hey Buck, I need you to wake up for me.” He shook him slightly, hoping to get some reaction. Hot puffs of breath reassured him that Buck was alive and only the tiniest bit of panic unfurled. 

“Come on, Buck.” Benny had joined him at some point, joining the effort to awaken the fallen Major. 

“Help me get him up.” Bucky ordered, taking one side of Gale, Benny grabbing the other. Together, they got him to his feet. Buck gave no indication that he heard or felt anything. He remained slumped, feet dragging useless across the dusty ground. 

They managed to get him into the barrack, lightly pressing him onto the closest bottom bunk uncaring of who it belonged to. 

A bruise was already forming along the entire left of his face. Bucky wondered if his cheekbone had been shattered.  But that was the least of their problems because Buck wasn’t. Freaking. Moving. 

“Come on, Buck.” He cupped the unbruised cheek. “Gale, I need you to wake up for me.” 

Nothing. 

One of the runners returned, one of the camp doctors not far behind. 

“Step back.” He ordered quickly. “Let me see.”

Bucky only moved far enough away for the doctor to reach his patient. He was resisting the urge to pace. To pace or to go outside and start a riot the likes of which these Germans have never seen. But for now he would wait. He would wait because Gale needed him. 

As the doctor probed the deep purple that seemed to be spreading, he kept expecting Buck to flinch away. To let out a groan of pain. To do anything except lay there. Motionless. The only sign he was even alive, the unsteady rising and falling of his chest. 

After a moment the medic straightened, his face unreadable. “There’s nothing I can do for him right now. Keep a watch for any changes in his breathing. If he wakes up, send for me immediately. I’ll let the guards know to be ready for it. Otherwise I’ll come back in the morning.”

“If?” Bucky heard his own voice saying. “What do you mean, if?” 

“But he’s going to be okay, right?” DeMarco cut in. “What kind of damage are we looking at?”

“That’s something that will have to be assessed if he wakes up.”

“You keep saying if. It’s not if.” John knew the venom in his voice was matching the  terror that was boiling him alive. “It’s not if, it’s when. When he wakes up, we’ll know more. 

The doctor gave him a sympathetic, almost pitying look. Bucky stumbled back, feeling a familiar grief claw at him, threating to consume him entirely.  

“Let me know if there are any changes.” He ordered again, before leaving the men to their oppressive silence. 

The shock broke and anger replaced it. “I’m going to kill him.” And Bucky meant it to. It wasn’t hyperbole or some fantasy. He was going to kill the man responsible. “I’m going to kill him.” He took off towards the door with sure steps. 

His arm was grabbed and he was fully prepared to fight his way out. 

“The only thing that will do is get you killed too!” Benny snapped at him. “You really want him to wake up to that?” 

It was the only thing that possibly could have stopped him. The image of Gale waking up, because Gale would wake up, only to find out the BUcky had been killed. 

“The Colonel is taking care of it.” Brady assured. “The Komendant will hear him out on this. He has to know how close they were to starting a riot today. Major Clevens is too popular to let something like this slide.”

Bucky drove his fist into the wooden plank of the bunk. It didn’t alleviate his fury. He wanted to take it out on something. On someone. “The day Eisenhower, or Patton, or whoever the heck makes it here marches through those gates, that Kraut is dead. I’m putting a bullet between his eyes before the surrender papers are even signed.” 

No one disagreed. No one dared speak against his ramble. 

Bucky let out a shaky breath, slowly coming to rest on the bunk. He needed to hold himself together. Buck was going to need him. Because Buck was going to pull through. He’d come this far. Survived being shot down and baling out and everything else the Germans had ever thrown at him. He’d pull through this too. He had to.

[smerfols]

Unfortunately for y'all I haven't forgotten about the DnD!AU

[bubbarnes]

“... so you can either do something about it now.”

[jokey05]

Everybody worring Bucky will snap again meanwhile Clint has seven manic/depression episodes in a week and nobody bats an eye.

[stilinskiderek]

every movie i watched in 2025 - [14/?]

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) dir. Joe Johnson

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Honey Belle

Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader fluff - Part of the Biker!Bucky Series

One part lead-up to the future and one part how Bucky and belle met.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and alcohol, discussion of a past relationship that bordered on abusive (non-binary reference), more car talk because i love mini coopers.

Note: My apologizes because i lost all my progress on this when i was about halfway through. Also I just have brainrot about them now sorry in advance.

"No no no no, please baby you can make it its just a litt-" The engine shuddered and then gave out. You groaned, banging your head against the steering wheel as you pulled off to the side of the quiet street. It was getting stifling in the car very quickly. The heat wave was precisely why you needed to take Baby Blue in. Your phone showed another mile and a half on the map you saved. This shop was in some dead end town, but it was the only one that had agreed to service the vintage coop.

"Couldn't have saved me the walk?" you asked to the car as you grabbed your bag and hauled it over your shoulder. You scrawled a note to leave on the windshield and began down the straight road. The trees on either side provided some shade, but there was no sidewalk, so as you continued you could peek back at your car and to check on any oncoming traffic.

The first signs of life you saw came ten minutes into your walk. You hadn't gotten far. It was sweltering and you had to leave straight from work, so your shoes were the least comfortable thing to walk in as you sweat.

Two motorcycles were headed your way, and to your surprise they both stopped. One was wearing a light brown leather jacket, and he pulled off his helmet immediately. He had blond hair and a kind looking smile, but you were also alone in a mysterious location with no signal.

"Hey, you alright?" You stared at them, and took a step back when he took a step toward you.

"Uh-"

"You had an appointment at the Howling Commando? Twenty minutes ago? Blue vintage Austin Mini Cooper?" The other guy had popped up his visor, but hadn't taken off the helmet yet. His blue eyes were sharp, watching you. You took another two steps back.

"Buck, lose the helmet," the blond guy admonished, "We work there, you said when you called that you were worried about the heat and the engine, so when you no-showed we thought you might have gotten stuck. I'm Steve. We talked on the phone the first time I think, and then you talked to Yelena to get the details." The other guy pulled off his helmet and you thought your heart might stop. Sure the blond, Steve, was handsome in a clean cut preppy kind of way, but this guy looked like he walked out of one of the fantasy books your read as a kid. Dark eyebrows slanted over his bright blue eyes, his scruff adding to the rugged look he was sporting. He waved, a shy smile slicing away the fear you had held entirely. It changed his face, you wanted to make it happen again.

"Bucky. We'll get you all fixed up."

-/-/-/-/-

"Belle, ya home?" You looked up from your laptop. You hadn't been able to pull yourself away from the document you were building for the new hires.

"Yeah- I- oh shit. I forgot to start dinner." You turned to find Bucky stepping through the doorway from the kitchen. His grease stained tshirt was tossed over his shoulder already, leaving all his tattoos on display. One in particular always caught your attention, the sketch of a mini cooper right over his heart.

"How many time do I gotta tell you?" He asked, dropping the shirt in the hallway before coming over to you. You stood, tilting your chin to look up at him as he wrapped one arm around your back and cradled the back of your neck with the other.

"You don't have to worry about that stuff, honey. I'll take care of dinner. Finish up your work, it'll be done in no time."

"I need a break, baby, seriously. I'll help." His eyes narrowed.

"You sure?" You nodded, turning back to hit save and taking his outstretched hand to go back into the kitchen. You chopped veggies while he marinated chicken and he told you about his day at the shop. It was a familiar routine by now, three years into your relationship, but you couldn't help but feel the guilt in your stomach again. He spent all day on his feet.

"Hey, lose the face." You looked up at him.

"What?"

"I can feel your thoughts from over here." He set down the spices, rinsing his hands and patting them dry before coming over to you and wrapping you up in his arms. He was anything but weak, and carefully lifted you onto the unoccupied part of the counter and stood between your legs, looking you dead in the eye. You blinked slowly, trying not to fall into the trap of his icy-blue silence. It was impossible.

"I just feel bad is all, you spend all day on your feet and working and then you come home and make dinner. It feels, not fair." Bucky tilted his head to the side, eyebrows up. It was a conversation you had all the time, and you knew how he felt about it. He did serious very well, even if you knew there was a smile lurking just behind it.

"You know that's not how I feel. I love taking care of you. You work so hard every day trying to change the world for the better. I go dick around with my friends all day playing with cars." You snorted.

"I'm serious! My number one and most important job is taking care of my girl. I will make you dinner every night for the rest of our lives together, if that's what it takes to prove it."

"You don't have to do-"

"Nope, you're banished from the kitchen. Go feed Alpine. Get lost." You laughed, taking his face into your hands before he could lift you back off the counter. His lips were warm and soft, and his hands wrapped tighter around your middle as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss before pulling away. You rested your forehead against his, breathing in the smell of motor oil and coffee.

"I love you, James Barnes." He gave you that sweet smile, the one that transformed him into an entirely different man.

"I love you, honey belle. Now get the fuck outta my kitchen."

-/-/-/-/-

You woke up and stretched, yawning as your rubbed your eyes and sat up. And then you became aware again that you were not in your own room and you were laying in an empty bed. You glanced around, noting the distinct lack of a tall tattooed biker who had left hickeys on your chest and had all but fucked you to sleep the night before.

In his place lay a small gray cat, it sat up when you did and surveyed you before jumping gracefully off the bed and leaving out the open door. You stood up, glancing at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a shirt that said the Howling Commandos Garage and Bar on the front. It was well worn and soft, with little frays on the bottom and the collar. Your hair was a mess and you smoothed it out before following the cat into the rest of the apartment. Your clothes which had been strewn across the living room were neatly folded in a pile on the back of the couch, and there was a note scrawled on top.

Had to head off to fix up your baby. Coffee in the pot. Stay if you'd like. Bucky

Bucky looked wistfully down the block at his apartment building.

"What is your deal today, Barnes?" Sam asked. He was newer, and Steve had brought him in to tend bar, but also help with the books at the garage. Bucky grumbled that they didn't need new people, and Steve returned with patience that just because Bucky didn't want to make new friends, didn't mean they didn't need new staff.

"He's got a crush," Steve laughed from the other side of a pickup.

"I'll have you know I sealed that deal," Bucky shot back. There was a thunk sound and then Steve appeared over the hood, rubbing the top of his head.

"What the hell are you doing there then?" Bucky shrugged.

"She was still asleep. I left her coffee and a note." Sam snorted.

"See her never."

"Her car is literally right in front of me."

"She's gonna take it somewhere else," Sam shot back. Bucky's eyes narrowed, dropping the wrench he had on hand. He was starting towards Sam when a new voice echoed through the garage.

"I would really appreciate it if you fixed my car, not got blood on it." You strolled in the front of the garage and Bucky considered falling to his knees and begging for you to stay with him forever. You were wearing your jeans and sandals from the night before, but on top you had on his Howling Commandos shirt with the original design and logo. You were holding one of the mugs from his kitchen and had an easy smile on your face.

"I thought I'd come check on the progress on my baby. Maybe learn a thing or two." Steve smirked at Bucky and turned back to his work. Sam had suddenly made himself scarce into the office.

"Sure thing, but can't let you learn too much, you might notice some things going wrong just so you can stop by to see me." You nudged Bucky with your elbow, taking a sip of coffee as you followed him back to your car.

"I don't know, I think I could have other reasons to stop by and see you."

-/-/-/-/-

You woke up to sunlight coming in through the open curtains. Bucky was sound asleep on his stomach, face pressed into his pillow and his arm thrown over you. After a moment of relishing the cuteness of him keeping you close while he was asleep, you slipped out of his grasp and headed for the kitchen.

It was mostly clean, and you started a pot of coffee for the morning before tidying up just a little bit more. Bucky had slipped in after you fell asleep. He was working the bar when you left full of a burger and with kisses pepper to your nose promising he'd be home soon. The rest of the staff had ribbed him endlessly while saying goodnight to you.

You grumbled to yourself about having to wake Bucky's whining ass up to take you to work when you noticed something on the counter. Your car keys. Trying not to get your hopes up, you peeked out the front windows and let out a squeal when you saw your car sitting in the driveway, a comically small bow on the hood.

"Wha-Who's there?" Bucky ran out in just his boxers, fists up prepared to fight an intruder apparently, but instead got a chestful of you.

"She's done?" It took him a moment to register what who you were and what you were referring to.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, belle, she's done." You threw your arms around Bucky's shoulders, squeezing him tight.

"Thank you thank you thank you! She'll run for another three years? No problems?" Bucky held you tight, sleep already returning as he nuzzled against your neck.

"Even better. She should be alright for at least another five to ten." You pressed kisses to his face and then his hands, and kissed him goodbye for the day. Your outfit for the morning was already hanging in the bathroom and it made your morning to not have to pack extra clothes for the bike. Instead you put your coffee in a to go mug, your lunchbox in your purse, and headed for the door. The car started up with a hum and you patted the dash, turning on your favorite radio station and rolling down the windows on your way to work.

-/-/-/-/-

You sighed on your way into your apartment. Bucky said he was headed over after you left, and now you had to clean up and start on dinner. Work had been exhausting, and you had found yourself fixing other peoples' work first thing in the morning, which put you back on your own deadlines.

Still, you tossed your bag onto the black hole chair of random items in the bedroom and changed out of your work clothes into something comfy for movie night. You had bought all the ingredients for homemade pizzas over the weekend when you were ambitious about when you were going to get out of work.

"Five minutes on the couch," you muttered to yourself, "then back to work." Five minutes quickly turned into doom scrolling until Bucky knocked on your front door.

"Shit." You jumped off the couch and started pulling things out of the fridge frantically to make it look like you had already started the process. The knocking grew frantic after a minute and you rushed to the door. Bucky's eyes were wide, but he relaxed when he saw you were fine.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you." His soft smile melted your nerves a fraction, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

"You had a long day, I understand." He followed you into the kitchen, and you frowned at the array you had pulled out. Sure you had the pizza dough and sauce but also a jar of pickles, some miso, and a block of tofu.

"What were you planning on making?" Bucky asked, examining the contents of a mystery tupperware.

"Uh..." You considered coming up with a lie about cleaning your fridge, panic welling back up that he would be upset you had gotten sidetracked away from making dinner.

"I... I'm sorry, I panicked when I heard you because I hadn't started making dinner and I knew you would be hungry so I just started pulling things out of the fridge and I..." you could feel yourself beginning to ramble into a spiral.

"Woah! Woah, belle, calm down. It's okay!" Bucky came around the counter, hands on your shoulders to ground you.

"It is really okay, belle, I know you had a long day. You don't have to make me dinner. I mean it. You work long hours and clean up other people's messes all day." You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and looked down at the logo of some motorcycle brand on Bucky's shirt.

"You just work all day at the shop and I know that can be exhausting, so I just wanted to make you food so you'll be..." you trailed off. So he would be what? Had never gotten pissed at you because dinner wasn't on the table or that you didn't get him his drink before yours. He had never thrown his empty can in your direction when you didn't get a new one for him before it was empty. Bucky called your name, pushing your chin up to meet his eyes. They were big and blue and full of concern that grew when he saw the tears in yours.

"Honey, where is this coming from? We could have ordered takeout for all I cared?"

You swallowed and took a deep breath.

"My ex, they were blue collar. Worked in construction. They didn't... they thought I should do all the housework and make dinner since I sat at a desk all day. They would get... angry when I didn't or said I was too tired or it wasn't ready when they got home or I ran out of their favorite drink and... I just want you to be happy." Bucky's frown had deepened and the concern in his blue eyes had turned to anger.

"Where are they now? Who would ever do that to you?" His head turned to see if he could spot any memory of them in the apartment. To your surprise it made you laugh to see him be so protective over something that wasn't there.

"Long gone. I moved states away to leave them. It's why I've been working so much, honestly. When I switched positions I had to do it for a cut, since at the headquarters I was making more. I don't regret it for a second though." You were looking at him now, sincere. If you never moved you wouldn't have been looking for an apartment when your car overheated and you had to go to the Howling Commando. You would have never met Bucky or found an apartment a few blocks away from the bar and him.

"I'm glad you made it here too," he said finally. He wrapped his arms around you, big arms keeping you safe and his chin on your head grounding you to him.

"I know you spend every day working super hard with people you don't really like. I know you love what you do, but I would never hold any of that against you. I spend every day working with my best friends for as long as or short as I'd like. If you never cook me dinner again, I would still be happy as long as we get to sit down and eat together." He paused, and you could feel his heart beat a little faster, a shift in his posture. For the first time:

"And I love you." Your heart leapt, the tears that you had been wiping against his tshirt flowed again.

"I love you too, Bucky."

-/-/-/-/-

You texted Bucky on your way out of work, and blessedly got into your own car with air-conditioning and seatbelts. Not that you didn't trust Bucky or that you didn't like to ride with him, but it was nice to have a seat to sit in.

You began the journey home, it feeling a little longer than it had for the last few weeks when you clung to Bucky's middle with your eyes closed. You were most of the way home when a telltale rumble of motorcycles started up behind you on the long empty road. It reminded you of the first time you rode with Bucky, down this very same road when your car broke down and he took you back to the shop with him while Steve waited with the car. He had said, after securing his extra helmet to your head, that it would be only time you ever rode without the proper shoes or pants on. You had responded cheekily, since he was hot and it didn't seem like it could hurt the speed at which your car got fixed, that he was suggesting that there would be another time. He had followed that with a quick, "I have your phone number. I find another time."

The bikes were getting closer, four of them, and to your surprise Bucky wasn't with them. Steve and Sam rode on either side of you, offering salutes. You couldn't identify who the two behind were but you could tell one of them was Yelena or Natasha. It was not a regular procession, though when they did see your distinctive car when out riding, they always did stop by for a wave. Instead of leading you home, Sam and Steve guided your car to the parking lot at the Howling Commando. The fairy lights were up for the summer and a few of the regulars were already outside enjoying the weather.

"I was going to go home first you know," you whined at Steve, tossing your blazer into the passenger seat before getting out of the car.

"I think this is more important," he said, turning you away from the bar and toward the shop. The garage doors were open, but inside was obstructed by the shadows from the sunset. When you stepped in you froze. The cars and equipment had all been cleared out and a beautiful flower arrangement was across the floor, Bucky was standing a few feet away, looking nervous as the first time he came to pick you up for dinner. He spotted you and swallowed, standing up straighter as you walked towards him.

"Bucky..." You didn't have the words to say as you joined him in the array of flowers.

"Belle. I love you, I have loved you since the minute I saw you on the side of the road. From the second you wrapped your arms around me on my bike for the first time. The first night we spent together and every night since then I have known that I would spend the rest of my life with you. I promise I will make dinner every night if that's what it takes." You grinned at the little inside joke, tears pouring down your cheeks as he got down on one knee.

"Make me the happiest idiot in the world and marry me?"

"Of course I will. I love you."

[lefthandarm-man]

Bucky Barnes // The Winter Soldier Captain America: Civil War (2016)

the way he looks at steve (part 1, part 2, part 3)

(steve vers.)

[whirlpool-blogs]

Gale as a US Army photographer who goes to Thorpe Abbotts to document the life of the 100th Bomb Group, and squadron commander Major John Egan is more than happy to show him around. He takes Gale out to the hardstands and shows him the big birds. Gale snaps a few photos of Bucky posing in front of his fort, then some candids of Bucky with the sky in the background. Bucky looks like a war bond poster in his tan-and-white sheepskin and sharply trimmed mustache, and Gale thinks the people are gonna love it. “Want to see the inside?” asks Bucky, and then he’s popping open the hatch and pulling Gale up into the cockpit. It’s small and cramped in there, and Bucky points out the various controls, lets Gale take some pictures of the cockpit and the nose. And then suddenly Gale is all too aware of how close they are, and Bucky is leaning in, and then they’re kissing.

[flowersforbucky]

my heart wants to write but my brain does not ☹️

[radioactivespiderblood]

I'm regretting not live blogging the first half of Captain America: The First Avenger uh so here's some of my group chat messages about it.

the way I literally squealed when Bucky showed up

I love his slutty /pos belt

I always forget Jenna Coleman was (briefly) in this movie

yep still down bad for young Sebastian Stan

I'm gonna read so much Stucky fanfiction after this

[the-words-we-say]

"Hit your head pretty bad, huh?"

[cosmos-coma]

Winter Mountain Soldier Spy - Part 5

A/N: I just can not look at this anymore lol, editing is currently the bane of me. I struggled for WEEKS with the dialogue and then suddenly 2 days ago it just COMES TO ME lmao. I guess that's just the nature of writing??

Pairing: Winter soldier!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Words: 2615

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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“I…” Winter sighed, his expression wincing in pain as he fought his better judgment and pulled away, “I need to tell you something…”

Disappointment gripped your chest as he pulled away, leaving you cold at the loss of him, but you refused to show it. 

“I…” you tried and failed to keep the sigh from your voice, “Of course….” 

He nodded and took a quiet, contemplative breath, “I’m not what you think I am…” he started, “I’m… not a good man…” 

“Winter… you-”

“No-” He interrupted, low but firm, “I not- I know now that I not….” 

As quickly as it had opened, your mouth shut again and you nodded slowly. This wasn’t your time to talk. 

He took another breath, “They call me the Winter Solider…. An assassin whose name rattles only those who know which side of the gun they’ll end up on,” His calloused fingers twitched as they ached for the comfort of yours, but he knew he didn’t deserve it, “My hands are covered in more blood than I care to admit-More than I can remember… but I don’t remember much….” 

“They told me I was doing good. That we were putting the world back into order, and I believed them. The people I… ’worked’ for wiped me away regularly. They said it was necessary to keep information from their enemies, so all my memories, all my thoughts… they were shocked away until I was a blank slate again.” He shook his head, “But one day it didn’t seem to take. I don’t know if they didn’t shock me long enough or if I was just lucky- but I could still remember. All these bits and pieces— fragments of jumbled memories, they stayed with me… and piece by piece I started putting them back together.”

“I only remember the past few months well, but I see their faces- the ones I killed before. I lay down to sleep and these memories start flooding back to me. Not just old targets but people– people that I killed, surrounded by their friends and families. And I-” He sighed, looking down briefly as brought himself back to center, “I don’t know how many weeks or months they took from me-“

“Or years…” you whispered quietly, unable to hold the thought in.

His expression winced again in a sad sort of smile. It was obviously something he had considered before, but refused to give voice to, “Or years…” he confirmed with a nod, “I know now… that I’m not a good man— I never can be, but I’d do anything to not let myself get worse….” 

You nodded slowly, your fingers picking at the hem of your sleeve as you tried to process everything that was being piled on top of you. “I... Wow, okay… So, how did you end up on the road…? You were full of bullet holes….”

“I ran.” He answered simply, “I was on a mission- I don’t know how far away. My handlers for once had let their guard down and I just… ran. I remember hearing the shots, but I couldn’t tell you when I got hit. Most of them I only noticed in my last dozen or so miles… and then I stumbled into the road and you nearly hit me,” he explained plainly.

“the last dozen miles...?” You asked, amazed and confused, ‘This man ran more than 12 miles after being shot??‘ You could hardly believe it- but then again… this entire story felt unbelievable. But you knew Winter, and you knew he would never lie to you. He was always honest— sometimes to a fault- and he’d never had a reason to be dishonest with you, and you didn’t believe he was starting now. “Winter, who…Who did this to you?” You asked, trying not to sound as overwhelmed as you felt. 

He watched you for a moment, seemingly debating with himself before giving in and whispering quietly, “… Hydra.”

You frowned; you had heard that name before, though, for all the money in the world, you couldn’t seem to remember why. All you remembered was that it had left a bad taste in your mouth and a pit in your stomach. 

You nodded, and sat quietly for a moment, trying to take in everything you just heard. So you… almost hit a man, let an assassin into your car and house, stitched up his wounds, cooked him breakfast, and even let him sleep in the room directly above you for multiple weeks now. That’s… maybe poor thought on your part. 

But… on the other hand, this was Winter you were talking about. You knew him (now), and as much as he had been an assassin, he was also prey. He was hurt, scared, and cautious— constantly looking over his shoulder for the next strike. But he was also… remarkably protective.  

You thought back to the day after he arrived; how he had come out of the house looking terrified, knife held defensively in hand, because he couldn’t find you anywhere. 

You thought back to the grocery store; how his head turned at every new movement, how his hand refused to leave you, and how no matter what, he always found a way to put himself between you and the “potential threats” that walked past. 

Hell, even thinking back to your walk just a few hours ago! The way he threw his body over you in hopes of taking whatever bullet might be meant for you.

Hydra may have used him as a weapon, but he has always been a shield. All this time, you didn’t realize how much he’d been protecting you, looking over both of your shoulders, possibly even looking for Hydra itself, but you wouldn’t miss it again. 

Finally, you brought your gaze back up to him. Once again you found vivid blue eyes staring down at you, waiting in a pool of worry and fear for you to say something. Anything.

“Will they come for you…? Hydra..?” You asked quietly.

He paused, “…I don’t know. I tried to get rid of anything they could track when I ran, but… that doesn’t mean they won’t try,”  he said quietly. 

“… You never wanted to be a part of Hydra, did you…?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

Silently, he shook his head. 

“And you didn’t know what you were doing was wrong..? When they ordered you to do this…” 

For a moment his movements stuttered, but slowly he shook his head again, “No… but I still did it.”

“It’s true… ” You sighed, leaning against his shoulder just a bit before slowly reaching out and brushing the back of his hand with yours, “… but I don’t blame you.” 

All the tension immediately melted from his muscles and flowed into the ground as you finally reached out to him, his hand gently pushing back against yours, just enough to let you know he didn’t want to let you go again. 

“It’s…” you started to explain, “it was done by your hands, you’re right… and I.. don’t know the entire story, but I know that doesn’t seem like something I can argue…” you spoke low as you hooked a finger with his, “but I also know you had no choice…. Between erasing your memories, and the aftermath of your escape-“ you motioned with your head to his fresh gunshot wounds “- it’s clear that you couldn’t have controlled this…”

His throat closed up like a vice as the back of his eyes prickled with unfamiliar emotion. Despite knowing he still did not deserve it, he hooked another finger around yours and gave you a squeeze.

“I don’t blame you, Winter,” You repeated softly, “You may have done bad things in the past, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still be a good man- And all I’ve seen from you is goodness…” You whispered softly as your free hand found his cheek. Your thumb swiped across smooth skin, interrupting the path of an escaped tear.

You pulled the end of your sleeve over your free hand, using it as a makeshift tissue as you tenderly dried his eyes. “It’s okay…” you assured as his temple came gently to rest against yours, his eyes closed as he tried to rein in this foreign expression. 

The two of you sat in comfortable silence there on the porch, wrapped in each other’s arms, with only the stars to listen and pass their judgement.  However you felt no judgement this night- only the weight of it finally leaving his shoulders. 

“Come… let’s head inside… I think we could both use an early night….”

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Hours later- well after you and Winter had gone your separate ways in hopes of sleep, you found yourself lingering once again in the dimly lit living room.

The tiny wood stove, scarcely bigger than a microwave, thrummed with warmth and the crackle of life as it hungrily consumed the logs in its belly. The warm glow and gentle heat washed over you through the dirtied glass door, tarnished by age and flame. 

Yet somehow still it could not warm you. 

The smooth cold floor seemed to seep up to rough the soles of your feet and your already chilled backside, to settle deep within, but it was still far better than your bed. There, you had laid shivering between the sheets for what felt like endless hours, but upon opening your eyes, had barely been two.

While the outdoor furnace provided most of the house’s heat, it was awfully slow to travel the house after cold days like these. The indoor wood stove, while rarely used, was good to quickly heat up a small room- or in this case, your frozen bones. 

You sat before the crackling fire with your knees tucked into your chest, trying desperately to conserve what warmth you had. With your sleepy eyes now slowly closing and your head resting admittedly awkwardly on your knee you thought you could fall asleep then and there. But whether it was your ridiculously cold ass or the thoughts of your recent conversation with Winter, you just couldn’t seem to get there. 

Confusing thoughts ran through your mind as you waited for sleep to take you; some stressed, some worried, and some relieved, but rarely was it coherent enough to be followed. Your tired mind had moved to a state of limbo, a constant stream of abstract moving emotions, yet still conscious enough to catch yourself every now and then and begin the cycle anew. You made a small huff of annoyance as a shiver passed through you and roused you from half-sleep once again. 

Maybe you were just too cold, maybe you should’ve grabbed a blanket to sit on- that probably would have been smart of you.

In the midst of your more coherent thoughts, a tired voice mumbled your name from the stairs.

“Mmm?” You hummed, your head turning toward the sound full seconds before you managed to open your eyes. As you looked back you saw Winter standing there, backlit by the lone light of the stairwell. 

His chest was bare, the warm artificial glow clinging and contorting around his skin and allowing you to make out the dark boxer briefs on his lower half. 

You smiled softly, trying to rub the drowsiness from your eyes as you blinked slowly back at him, “Winter…” you mumbled.

He looked around as he stepped down onto the landing and headed toward you, “Couldn’t sleep…?” He asked with a gentle voice, his good hand reaching out with a lingering hesitation, before brushing away one of your many stray hairs. 

“Too cold…” you grumbled as you leaned toward his touch, holding your knees a little tighter to your chest. “Why are you up…?” 

A faint, fond smile spread across his lips as he watched your sleep-stained expression and began to pull away, “Couldn’t sleep either… then I heard the fire going inside.”

Quickly, you brought your hand up to catch his and nodded, “I’m sorry I kept you up… I just can’t seem to get warm right now and I thought this was the best bet.”

Heat flushed across his bare chest as you took his hand, something he… wasn’t sure whether to expect after the rather overwhelming conversation you had just hours ago. But still, you held his hand with all the same tenderness, all the same love, that it left a pleasant buzz rolling around his chest. 

“Aren’t you cold…?” You asked, finally looking him over in better light. His upper half laid bare, allowing the flickering flame to dance and cast shadows over the array of scars that marred him. Some seemed to slash, some stabbed, and others— like his gunshots and metal arm— puckered with painful twisted skin. It wasn’t until now you noticed that even the gunshot wounds you had taken care of just weeks ago, already looked like they had been healing for a year or more. 

You looked back up at him before your gaze could linger long on his lower half, his dark boxer briefs leaving little to the imagination, even in the dim light.

Winter, seemingly unbothered by your once over and the lingering gaze on his scars and arm, shook his head, “I don’t get cold anymore….” 

You smiled, “That must be nice this time of year…” sighing, you patted your legs, a yawn hanging off your lips as you spoke, “I guess I should get back to bed… Winter, will you…?” You trailed off in question, holding your hands up to him for some help up. 

Instead, however, after only a half second of deliberation on his part, you found yourself being lifted into the air by a pair of strong arms. Surprise covered your face as Winter picked you up with no effort whatsoever, after all you were NOT a small person. Yet even still- like picking up a stuffed toy from the ground, he held you securely against his chest. 

The fireplace crackled and popped behind you, giving voice to the electricity that ran across your skin as you were pressed into his firm chest. Pleasant heat, unrivaled even by the fireplace, raced throughout your body and instantly warmed even the depths of you. 

Though as your surprise seemed to register to the super soldier you saw his expression begin to turn nervous, and you knew he had misread your signs, “…. I’m sorry, I…” he muttered his apology with a hint of sheepishness in his tone and began to put you down, until you quickly interjected.

“No…!” You rushed, holding him a little tighter, “No…. Please, don’t let me go…” there was a certain vulnerability in your voice that even you were not expecting to hear. 

Your fingers, which had unknowingly tangled themselves amongst his long hair tugged just a bit at your request, further emphasizing your will to stay, “Please…” you whispered again. You stared into the once cold pools of his eyes as you made your plea, and once again found yourself leaning into him. 

But this time it would not be wasted, as Winter leaned in as well, his nose brushing delicately against yours as he spoke a hair’s breadth away, “I will never let you go again….”

Your heart hammered away in your chest as he closed the narrow gap, and even still as soft lips pressed firmly against your own.

Your freehand found his cheek easily, urging him not to pull away and he turned toward your room. 

With the fire now long forgotten the Winter Soldier stayed true to his word, he never let you go again and he kept you warm all throughout the night to prove it.

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[becca-e-barnes]

I’m feral for subby Bucky. I need him on the floor crying and begging for my pussy, a babbling bitch of a mess.

Okay love youuu💜

Maybe I've got too soft recently but I'm so into the thought of being sweet and gentle and encouraging with subby Bucky?

I can't stop thinking about how pretty he could look on his knees in dim bedroom lighting and the way it would accentuate those muscular thighs. He's naked, watching you, stroking his cock a little more frantically than you'd usually allow.

"Please." He sounds more composed than he looks and he's not afraid to keep eye contact with you while he begs.

"I need to feel you." He watches as you trail your finger gently across your own glistening sex, spreading your legs nice and wide so he's got a perfect view from the floor.

You don't respond. There's no sense in breaking a silence that heavy. Not when you know his mouth is watering, imagining the way you'll feel when you engulf his cock and then the way you'll taste while he licks his cum out of your freshly fucked pussy.

"I need you." He whispers, his mouth running faster than his brain. His dick throbs in his hand, precum dribbling down his shaft, over his fingers, making each stroke a little more slick.

"Then have me, sweetheart. I'm all yours." He didn't expect the softness in your voice or the way you tenderly hold his chin to pull him in for a kiss.

He's slipping just a little faster than he wants to but it feels lovely. He's safe, he's loved, he's free to explore interests he's never given much time to and it's all starting to feel quite comfortable and natural to him.

"I love you, I hope you know that." You whisper, kissing his forehead while you line his tip up to your entrance.

"Oh God." He whimpers, his head falling onto your shoulder because he can't look at you now. Not as he's pressing into you and you're being so gentle with him. It'll be overwhelming and he simply can't have that.

"I love how you make me feel. I love getting to see you like this." You coo softly, stroking the back of his head, enjoying his hot, erratic breathing on your neck.

Inch by inch, he slides inside you. It's slow and reverent and considerate and downright perfect.

"You don't need to last, sweetheart. Let me take care of you for now and we can go a little bit longer later." Your offer isn't one he can turn down. He's been too aroused for too long and taking the edge off is exactly what he needs so he can focus on your pleasure.

His thrusts from then on are much faster, his tip rubbing your sweet spot delightfully and while it's not enough to get you off, it leaves you arching yourself closer to him.

It doesn't take long for him to become a babbling mess, panting and moaning against your neck, begging to be allowed to cum inside you.

"I'm so proud of you." You remind him, holding him as close as you can. There is no closer than this; not with him inside you but it still feels important to be unreserved in how much you want him. "I'm so proud of you. It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. You're okay, I've got you."

You feel his hips stutter, his shaft pulsing and throbbing as he shoots his first load into you, buried as deep inside you as he can manage. There are a few tender moments where you just hold him, kissing his broad shoulders while he catches his breath, letting him get comfortable on your chest.

[navybrat817]

Surprising the kiddos with a trip to a farm today, lovelies! Corn maze, gemstone mining, pumpkin painting, and more!

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[gayspacedrawings]

It's Steve's to watch the 'twins'

Having fun using the supplies I've been hoarding

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