thatonexreader

[thatonexreader]

White Widow

Bucky Barnes x Widow! Reader

This is a little universe that I am creating. There will be more parts that will act as separate stories but all in the same timeline. I hope you enjoy!

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Torture, PTSD, trauma, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier

Let me know if I missed any warnings

The red room. That was where they had met. He was there to train one of the first strings of widows, being paired up with the very best of them. She'd been taken when she was young, sold out by her mother at the ripe age of 21.

Belaya Vdova. The White Widow.

That's what they called her. Of course she'd be a perfect spar, pair, partner, to the winter soldier. Right.?

He'd been the soldat for about 10 years now, his past life already a distant memory he couldn't see. Of course, the feeling was still there, burried deep in his chest. A distant warmth that bubbled just below the surface, a warmth she seemed to raidate.

They were evenly matched. She was quick, precise, evasive, but he was patient, deliberate, strong. They would always seem to tie, stale mate, one for one. The perfect balance of Hydra and the red room. They were built to be machines but at the base of it all, they were human. And humans had feelings.

Humans had needs.

He was there for a month. Only a month. But it was long enough for one lonely training night to turn not so lonely. For her warmth to boil something out of him. For his touch to ignite something in her chest. They had already been close in other physical ways, what was one more.? What was one emotional oulet going to hurt.?

He was patrolling the halls, sleep being the one thing to elude him. As he walked past the training room, he saw her. She was in a black sports bra and spanxex training pants, her skin glistening in the moonlight under the beads of sweat. Something changed in him, something small, something almost familiar. Just a spark.

But it had him moving into the room. She instantly turned at the noise, a throwing knife flying at his face. He caught it with ease and precision in his left hand, her chest moving up and down with each heavy breath. His eyes watched the motion, dark hungry eyes as the knife hit the ground with a soft clatter.

He was a hunter, she was his prey and he was suddenly ravenously hungry. Tonight he would feed, he'd give into that need. Tonight, she would be his. If only for tonight.

If only forever.

"Watch your form," he said simply, walking closer to her. She could feel his breath, his warm body close to hers. His hands moved her body into the correct position before he stepped back and got into his own fighting position. She wasn't looking for a fight, but he looked like he was. So she would give him what he wanted.

"Fine," she whispered, before they began to spar. It was just like every time before. She was just small and quick enough to slip under him but he made up for it with his strength and patience. But something was definitely different this time. Something about not having all those eyes on them, something about the idea of them getting caught. He had her pinned to the glass, the snow falling hard outside. His metal hand was around her throat, her legs wrapped around his waist. They shared a heavy breath, one beat, before their lips were crashing in a firey hunger.

"Stay quiet," he whispered in her ear, before they wound up on the ground. It was purely physical need, the way their bodies tangled with each other. His hands guiding her hips onto his. Her hands on his chest as she rolled her hips against him. His eyes watched her a moment before he flipped them to take control. His metal hand pinned her hands above her head while his other hooked under her leg to keep it up by his hips.

"Fu-fuck," she muttered, loud enough for only him to hear. She was filled with him, his hips snapping forward and rolling against hers at such a pace she was sure to have bruises. His hands moved to her hips, him sitting back just enough to watch her as she finished. It was hard, crashing over her like a monsoon. He didnt stop, though, he went harder. Faster. Her body arched, her fingers digging into his wrists.

"Hold on, we're not done yet," he whispered in her ear. He had flipped her, her pinned over the vaulting horse. His hands gripped her hips as he rocked into her. If the horse wasn't bolted down, it would be bending under the pressure of their weight. He kissed the back of her neck, picking her up by her neck.

"Ah, i- ah" soft moans left her lips as his hands slid over her soft skin. Her back was flush against his chest before he pinned her to the glass. His hips rolled and rocked forward, his hand over her mouth as his lips left kisses on the back of her neck.

"Come on my cock," he growled. His hips snapped forward, her plush ass bouncing against his hips. She came again, hard, shaky, needy. Her eyes filled with tears as his hand held tight on her mouth. When his end came, his lips crashed to hers again. She drank the noises he made, this kiss less hungry and more about the need. His warm liquid slipped down her thighs and behind her knees. He helped her get her clothes back on, his fluid sticky on her legs and setting deep inside her as she went back to her resting quarters.

A reminder. She was his.

They had managed to keep their little nightly affair hidden, it changing something in them. Every time he held her, or filled her with his cum. Every time she rode him, each kiss, each touch. Each whispered praise and soft spoken word. It was becoming less physical. It started slipping dangerously into emotional. They would linger together, after they were long finished, just holding each other. She reminded him of something that he was before the winter soldier, while he reminded her of something they could be.

There was something unspoken but undeniable between the two, a connection. Something pure, something raw and warm. It was becoming harder to keep up the act, harder to hide that he was holding his punches. It was getting harder for her to hide her gazes, her lingering touches. They were at risk of exposing themselves.

One day, she had to go up against the subject known as The Mountain. The Soldat had to stand and watch, his fists clenched tight as his sides. The Mountain was ruthless and brutal, landing several hits to her torso and head. As much as it pained the soldat to see her hurt, it would be far worse if he exposed them now. She would probably be killed on the spot and erased from his mind. So, instead, he made a plan. He would get her out.

They would escape.

The fresh falling snow was the perfect cover, the broken glass window in the training room was the only sign they had left. It had been hours, they shouldve been freezing. Her skin seemed to turn a slight shade of blue, but they weren't cold. And they couldn't stop. They had to get to the town. He could see the faint light of the small village that was miles from the facility. There was a cabin, intact but abandoned on the far side of the little town. It was good enough to wait out the storm. There were old clothes still hung in the closet, them wrapping themselves up.

"James," she whispered. He turned to her like she had burst into flames. That name. That was his name. But how did she know it.? Hell, he didnt even know it. Not until it was whispered off her lips.

"How.." he asked.

"I.. heard it. In your head." She said. He looked at her a moment before he was infront of her in two strides. He took her face in his hands, looking into her eyes.

"Say it again," he whispered before he kissed her lips soft. Each utterance of his name brought them closer to the old bed. His hands explored her body like he had many times before. His name on her lips, her soft cold skin under his touch. Her back hit the old bed as he climbed ontop, their naked bodies creating a heat between them.

"Fuck, James." She whispered, her fingers in his hair. His warm body covered hers, his hips rolling against hers. Being filled by him, she felt that sense of emptiness being washed away. "James," she whispered in his ear like a silent prayer. Like a curse.

"Again, baby," he whispered. A chill shot down her spine, his hands caressing every sensitive part of her. "Say it again," he whispered. She obliged, his name spilling from her lips like a breath. Like it was her lifeline. Like he was. Each time he got her off, each whisper of his name, every roll of his hips, every time she gripped him tight, were all ingrained into their bodies, their souls.

They laid there together, a sense of freedom washing over them. In the morning, the cabin was abandoned once again. Raided for clothes and supplies before the pair disappeared into the snow. They found a train and took it to til the end, ending up in a distant town. Here they sold a few supplies and got better clothes, blending into the crowd.

It had been a few months. They were living in a remote village, they were friends with everyone, they spoke the language. They fit in. They were hidden. Safe. Or so he thought. Until he watched them drag her out before they grabbed him. This being the first of many times they escaped, some how always seeming to find each other.

Like gravity.

They would fight, oh, would they fight. But alas he always wound up in that chair. He always faught to remember. Her warmth, her smile, her touch, her laugh, her. He fought so hard. Maybe she lingered in there before they put him on ice again.

She would be kept around to stitch him up from time to time. Neither remembered the other, however, but maybe something lingered. Something deep and raw, burried beneath what hydra put there. Maybe it was just a matter of time..

Bucky didn't get along with most people, but he didn't get along with her most of all. She had come from the red room and hydra, having stitched up the winter soldier a handful of times. So when she came to join the team, he was apprehensive. Every one seemed to loved her, as she carried the sun on her shoulders.

But she was reckless, careless and stubborn.

Most her missions ended with more damage than needed, her lack of planning or regard for herself leading to mistakes. Her stubborn nature lead to her life or others lives usually in jeopardy. Like the mission they were recently called away on.

He was the sniper, taking out an enemy behind Steve while she was dealing with more than she could. Bucky saw it too late, making his way down the building to save her from the handful of gun men closing in on her. Which lead to the current situation, her and Bucky alone in the safe house.

"I'll take first watch," she said, still in her Kevlar. She was trying to hide her wounded side but he saw right through her.

"You're bleeding," he said, matter of factly. She had taken a bullet to the side while he was on his way to rescue her from where she was pinned down.

"And.?" She said, not turning to him but instead peaking out the window. Stubborn woman.

"And you need to be patched up." He said. When she didnt respond, he groaned in annoyance. He got up and grabbed the med kit before walking over to her.

"What.?" She asked, finally looking at him. He could see it, he always could. The guilt, the regret, the pain she always tried to hide after a botched or hectic mission.

"Take off your suit so I can fix it." He said. She shook her head at him, resisting the urge to put pressure on the white hot pain in her side. It hurt, but she would be damned if she showed him weakness.

"Im fine, James," she said before pearing out the window again. He didn't understand why he let her call him that, most people weren't allowed. Not even Steve. But it sounded good on her lips.

"Now is not the time to be a stubborn brat, now is the time to let me take care of you." He said. That had her speechless, he was harsh but somehow also gentle. So, she sat on the table in just her sports bra after carefully removing the Kevlar. Her side was soaked with crimson, the sight making Bucky falter a moment. He could see the scars from hydra, faint but there.

"Its cold, Barnes. If you won't do it let m-" she was cut off with a hiss leaving her lips as he pressed the antiseptic to her side. "Ouch," she hissed as he cleaned her up.

"Don't be a baby," he said while cleaning the blood up. The wound wasn't that bad, the bullet just grazed her but it was enough to cut through the Kevlar of her suit and bite into her skin.

"Thank you, for saving my ass out there.." she whispered, not looking up at him. He gently applied the gauze and carefully wrapped it. It rested right above those prong shapped scars, multiple ones layered over each other.

"You were distracted, left yourself wide open," he said, trying to ignore the pit in his chest. She didn't say anything, just looked at his hands as they packed up the med kit. She got up and went to put her blood soaked Kevlar back on when he stopped her. "What are you doing.?" He asked.

"I didn't bring extra clothes and its cold," she said. He rolled his eyes, walking over to his go-bag, pulling out his red Henley and tossing it at her.

"There, its not bullet proof but it should keep you warm." He said before he started unstraping his gear. She carefully slid the shirt on, his scent wrapping around her. Like trees and rain. "I'll want that back, so don't bleed on it," he said.

"Whatever, jerk," she said rolling her eyes. But a soft smile played at her lips as she tried, and failed, to hide it from him. She lingered a little too long, playing gently with the hem of the sleeves. "I'm taking first watch," she said, shaking her head and walking out of view to the window.

Bucky didn't understand it, why it bothered him so much to see her hurt. Why, when he caught her smiling and playing with the seams of his shirt, did his heart do a flip. Why, when she took her turn sleeping, did he have a hard time focusing on the task at hand. He hated her, right.? But something deep down told him otherwise, something was drawing them together. He knew it, it was burried deep down inside. Something hydra had tried taking from them..

"N-no.." a soft voice broke through his thoughts. He almost thought he was just hearing things when he heard it again. "No- No" he heard. He looked toward the bedroom door, his brows furred together. "G-get off.. No, no.. no!" His body moved before his brain could overthink it. She was covered in sweat, her body ridged in the bed as her breath came fast and heavy. Bucky was kneeling beside her, gently pulling her upright.

"Hey, hey! Look at me, doll," he said, the nickname slipping out. Her head rolled back a moment before her eyes snapped open. She looked around panicked, instinctively curling up. But Bucky was already pulling her into his arms, her body tense against him. "I got you," he whispered. Her body trembled in his grasp, the memories of the nightmares still fresh in her head.

"I-i.. they.. they made me.." she couldn't form the words, gripping onto his shoulders. He gently rubbed circles in her back and held her that night. That's when they started, the memories. Just small snippets. But he held her closer because of them. Because of that warmth that was blooming in his chest.

Things were.. different between the two after that. He seemed to be able to tolerate her presence more, the hostility replaced with something almost friendly. The rest of the team noticed the change but no one said anything, welcoming that versus the latter.

Bucky was about to make his usual after gym morning black coffee when she handed him a cup, already the way he liked it and fresh off the pot. She said nothing before returning to her conversation with Loki about pop culture.

"Thanks," he mumbled, moving to the arm chair in the living room. After taking a sip, he squinted at the cup like it had personally offended him, and in a way it had. How dare she make his coffee for him.? And make it taste better than his usually did.? And how dare she just hand it to him so casually like it was a normal, everyday occurrence.?

But after that, it was. He'd walk into the kitchen, post gym and towel around his neck and a fresh cup would be waiting for him. He started to notice things about her he hadn't before, the snippets of memories associated with each. Like the way her nose scrunched up when she laughed and he saw them together in an old Russian cabbin. Or how she managed to put everyone first; restocking Lokis tea, replacing mugs that Thor broke, finding all of Bartons arrows like it was a scavenger hunt. She would comfort Wanda after missions, spar with Steve when he needed a vent, take way to many shots with Nat and even talked Tony out of reckless building and inventing. Now the coffee.

But he also noticed the things she tried to hide, things he didn't remember noticing. Like the nightmares that plagued her nightly, a feeling he should be there with her. Or the 3am gym sessions when she couldnt sleep and he'd spar with her. Or the scars that she kept neatly out of sight with make up or her Kevlar. The scars just under her ribs, from the punishments in hydra. One fateful swim day they were almost revealed.

"Lady Arya, you must enjoy the water on this warm day!" Thor hollared from the rooftop pool.

"I don't swim, Thor. I'm just here to tan." She called back from the sun bed, her sunglasses firmly in place.

"Nonsense!" Thor said, moving before she could react. The water was cold and the foundation she had put on quickly melted in the clear blue.

"Thor! What the hell!" She shouted, quickly making her way to the edge. Just before she left the water, she remembered the scars. If she got out now, they would be revealed.

"Here," Bucky said, reaching his hand down, a towel ready in the other. She looked at him with wide eyes before taking his hand and letting him lift her from the water and quickly wrap the towel around her. Her eyes met his as he carefully wrapped it around her. "Why don't you go shower.?" He suggested. She nodded and left without another word.

The night of Tony's party made it all come back to him, the memories of their life together. He had suggested a 40s themed party, a joke at first that was quickly turned serious when Y/n, Wanda, Pietro and Steve actually agreed. Bucky was reluctant at first but Steve convinced him. He got out one of his old shirts and slacks. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like his old self. He had trimmed his hair, shaved the beard down to stuble. Why put so much effort in.?

Simple. For her. He wanted her to remember him. To remember them.

She had her hair up, an apricot summer dress that fit her too well. The way she swayed to the music, dancing with Natasha and let her spin her had Bucky feeling jealous of the ex assassin.

"If you don't go ask her to dance, I will," Steve suddenly said from beside him. That was the push he needed. He made his way to her, Natasha seeing him coming and happily making an excuse to leave.

"Care to dance doll.?" He asked. She smiled and turned to him, his metal hand out in offering.

"I would love too," she said. Just then, as if by coincidence, or maybe a certain Playlist adjustment, a slow song came on. That old Ella Fitzgerald song, Dream a Little Dream of Me. It all came back to him.

The red room, meeting her, their affair, esacping together, having that little life in the cabin, dancing to that old record in the living room, hydra erasing their minds.

His hands easily found her waist and it was like a love scene from a movie. Her head was tucked under his chin, her hand on his shoulder as he guided her easily in the moves. He hummed along with the song and she moved in closer to him.

It was just them in the room, to them at least. The rest of the team watched the pair happily, glad they were finally making moves towards each other. The song wasn't long, but it lasted forever to them. When it came to an end, he pulled back enough to see her face.

"Can I kiss you, doll.?" He whispered. She nodded, her cheeks red. His hands moved to hold her face, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Her knees felt weak and she was glad his hands moved back to her waist. Their lips moved together as she melted into him.

She hadnt remembered him quite yet, but they were closer now. She wore his dogtags when he was on missions, rested her legs across his lap during movie time, continued with his coffee-after-gym routine. He brought her coffee after her morning showers and was there during her 3am gym sessions. It was a silent understanding, an unspoken bond that they had.

Then, Sharon Carter joined the team. She moved into the compound, right across from Y/n. From the start it was clear that she was up to no good, constantly making comments toward Y/n or flirty remarks towards Bucky. They wouldn't engage at first, not until Sharon made the wrong comment.

"Morning, you look like shit," she said one day. Y/n hadn't slept, her nightmares especially loud last night. Bucky shot the blonde a look, one that could make the God of Thunder shake. But the blonde wasn't scared.

"And somehow, still looking better than you," Y/n quipped back.

"I didn't get alot of sleep, someone kept screaming across the hall." Sharon said. Y/n faltered a second, not enough for her to notice but Bucky did. He always did.

"Sorry, we should be quieter James." Y/n said, not missing a beat and leaning over the back of the couch to kiss Buckys cheek.

"That didn't sound like sex," Sharon said.

"Not my fault you're so dried up that you forgot what it sounds like," she quipped. He smirked at her and that made Sharon stop. Y/n held a tough face. But in her room it was a different story.

"I.. im sorry. I don't know what came ove me.. I just..." she began to say. He cut her off, his head snapping to her.

"Don't," he said walking over to her and cupping her face. "Don't you dare apologize." He whispered, taking her face in his hands. "That bitch deserves it." He said, before his lips captured hers. His hands slid down to her exposed thighs, the warmth that radiated off them almost burned him.

"I need you James," she whispered against his lips. His hands gripped her shorts, kissing her neck before he tore them off her. Next to go was the body suit, the clasp too easily undone. Her body was bare underneath, now completely exposed to him. Her ass hitting the edge of the bed as he dropped between her knees.

"Let me taste you, doll," he asked. She nodded his fingers slipping her thong off, her wet slick waiting for him. His mouth engulfed her heat, a groan coming from his throat. "Mm, you're so sweet, darlin'" he whispered before his toung slipped inside. He lapped her up, his hands holding her thighs over his shoulders. The noises she made were enough to make him drunk, but then her taste as she squirmed under him.

     “Fuck, James.” She whispered, her hands tangled in his dark brown locks. He flicked his tounge across her senstive bud before trailing kissed up from her driping cunt up her navel and across her stomach. Her skin was pebbled under touch as he kissed up her torso and between the swell of her breasts. His hands slid up her sides, her body arching into his touch.

         “Say it again.” He whispered againsther ear, his voice rough and husky. His length was coated in her juices as she rolled her hips up against his. 

         “Fuck me, James,” she whispered in his ear. Her warmth wrapped around him in an instant. Their bodies molded together, the heat they formed was enough to last a lifetime. He left his mark all over her neck, collar bone and her chest. She was his, in all the ways that mattered, she was his. 

          She hadn't been held in so long, this feeling he gave her was beyond compare. Her body felt like it was made for him, like he was the only one who was allowed to touch her. She wanted to be his, if only for a moment.

If only forever..

The marks he left on her skin, the way his hands felt on her hips, the way he felt inside her. His name fell from his lips like it was the sweetest honey.  This moment, in his arms, his embrace, him; they were forever ingrained into the fibers of her being. 

He almost had her back, she was so close to remembering. But of course, they had to come back into the picture. Sharon had been working with Hydra, an agent who was familiar with Y/n. Brock Rumlow.

She was walking the halls, holding Bucky's dog tags on her hands when someone bumped into her. The aluminum tags clattered to the ground as she turned and saw him.

"Rumlow.." she whispered. He smirked at her before lunging at her and grabbing her. She fought and struggled against him as he drug her to the end of the hall. The doors opened and she almost felt hopeful, until she saw Sharon standing there.

"Hurry, Barnes is looking for her." She said. Y/n gave one last ditch effort, yelling for him.

"James! Help!" She screamed, hoping he would hear. She felt a pain in her neck, Sharon infornt of her before everything when black.

Y/n was strapped to the memory suppressing machine, her head slumped down. There was an echo down the hall of gunfire as the machine jolted to life. The gun fire was getting closer, agents running towards the exits. The Doctor focused on Y/n, her screams filling the room as he read the words. The door suddenly broke open as Bucky stormed in with the other Avengers.

"No.." he whispered, his heart dropping when he saw her strapped down. He broke the controls and the machine powered down. As soon as Arya was free, he pulled her into his arms. He lifted her up her body slumped against his. He looked up and was relieved to see Steve running up to him. 

As one of the nurses came to draw her blood, she suddenly shot up. It happened so fast, a scaple pressed to the nurses throat as she hid behind her. Bruce had his hands up as he tried to walk toward her.

"отступи или она умрет (back off or she dies) " she said, the scalpel blade presses into the nurses flesh.

"I didn't understand that.." Bruce said, looking back at the door where Bucky was already on his way in.

"белая вдова (white widow)" Bucky said, getting her attention. Her eyes locked on his as he slowly inched forward with his palms raised. "отпусти ее (let her go)" he said. Her eyes were still locked on his as she slowly lowered the scalpel and let the frightened nurse run off.

"где я (where am i)" she asked, her voice quiet. "кто я (who am i)"

"дома, ты дома (home, you're home" he whispered, stepping past Bruce. She seemed to let him cross the threshold. "тебя зовут Арья (your name is Y/n)"

"кто отдает приказы (who gives orders)" she asked, him stopping a few steps away from her.

"никто (no one)" he told her, looking into her eyes. "они не смогут тебя сюда доставить (they wont be able to get you here)" he added. She studied his eyes, looking for any sign of lies or deceit.

"Why have you brought me here.?" She asked. He went to gently hold her face when she pulled away. His jaw locked before he pulled his hand away.

"This is your home, you're safe here" he whispered. She shivered slightly before he shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Did I know you.?" She asked, looking up at him with guilt. "Did we know each other.?"

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes soft as he looked down at her.

"I'm sorry.. I don't remember.." she whispered, her gaze dropping.

"The memories will return, and if they don't, we can make new ones" he told her. Her eyes met his again and she felt a spark of something in her chest. She was given a room next to his, some borrowed pants from Natasha and some shirts from Bucky. She had been there for about 3 days when Thor returned to Earth with Loki.

Y/n sat in the arm chair, her eyes scanning the room tentatively. Bucky was in the kitchen, warming up the tea kettle while he watched over her. She still hadn't remembered much, but she had been close to Bucky. She felt a sense of safety in his presence, something she'd scarcely been missing her whole life.

"Friends! I have returned with my brother! Let us rejoice in midgardian celebrations!" Thor hollared as he walked into the compound living room.

"We can throw it at the tower, like old times," Tony suggested. Y/n shot a tentative look at Bucky, who offered a gentle nod. Loki eyed Y/n curiously before a realization finally dawned on him.

"Who are your parents.?" He asked her.

"I don't know," she said, simply. He suddenly was standing right next to her, the previous image of him shimmering out of its illusion. Bucky moved quickly, but not before Loki took hold of her forearm with a Jotën hand.

"Brother," Thor boomed before he saw the way her skin changed.

"Your mother was Katrina Petrova. A young witch in the 30s, I didn't think she kept the child," Loki said before Bucky pried his hand off.

"How do you know my mother's name.?" Y/n looked at him, gently craddling her arm where he held it. "What did you do to me.?"

"Im your father, child," Loki said, standing straight. Y/n felt like she couldn't breathe, her hand flying out to grip onto something.

"James.." she whispered before everything went dark. Bucky was quick, far quicker than gravity, hoisting her up in his arms easily.

"I'm taking her to rest," he said. Loki went to follow, Thor and Steve stopping him. He was about to protest and sneak past when Steve said to let them have a moment.

Bucky hadn't realized he'd passed out while sitting beside her bed, not until he woke up to a warmth on his face. His eyes peaked open and he saw her sitting up, smiling down at him. He sat up fast, his eyes locked in hers as he cupped her face.

"Hey, how are you.?" He asked. She smiled soft at him, her eyes filling with tears before the realization dawned on him. "Doll.? Have you come back to me.?" He asked, his voice barely audible.

"I'll always come back to you, James," she whispered. He couldn't contain his joy, crawling into the bed with her and pressing his lips to hers.

"I missed you, darlin," he whispered. his thumbs stroking her cheeks. Her eyes filled with tears and the walls finally fell, after so many years, they both crumbled into each other's arms. Her back hit the bed as he crawled over her. His hands waisted no time in stripping her clothes from her, soft tender kisses pressed on every inch of her skin.

"James.." she whispered, his name like a soft prayer on her lips. "I love you," she whispered. He pulled back from her neck, his eyes locking on hers. His body was still flush against hers, his eyes searching hers as if he didn't hear her.

"What.." he whispered. She felt her mouth go dry, the words leaving her tongue. After a moment, he pressed soft kissed to her cheek. "Again, baby. Say it again," he whispered, trailing kisses to her jaw and down her neck.

"I love you, James," she whispered, her fingers finding their way into his dark brown locks. His hands held her hips, his lips trailing her skin.

"I love you too, doll," he whispered between kisses. His cool vibranium fingers slid down her hot skin, making it pebble up under his touch. His fingers traced every inch of her flesh, his touch burned into the fibers of her being.

"James, fu-fuck," she shuddered. His body moved down hers as he settled between her thighs. His eyes looked at her once before his mouth dipped down and claimed her. He took his time on her, making sure to savor her taste like it was his last meal.

    “Mmm, doll, you taste so sweet.” He said, sitting back up. Her juices were on his chin and in his stubble as he kissed every piece of skin he could in the way up. He positioned his hips between her thighs, looking down at her under him. This time it was different, it was pure passion. When he filled her, her body felt like it could melt right there. His hips rocked forward, agonizingly and beautifully slow, letting her feel every inch. Her body pooled with that feeling, that warmth he'd always given her.

"I love you," she whispered, his hips snapping forward. His name rolled off her lips as her moved inside her. More than the physical but the emotional void they both felt without the other was washed away in each kiss.

"You're mine, doll, you're mine," he whispered, a prayer. A promise. He held her giving her everything she needed and more. He brought her past the breaking point and back just to do it again.

Y/n sighed happily, tracing patterns on his chest while he kissed the top of her head. His fingers danced alone her shoulder while she counted his heartbeat. They knew they would have to leave the sanctuary of the room and face the team, but for now they enjoyed what they had.

[thatonexreader]

His Little Witch

Damon Salvatore x Witch! Reader

⚠️!!Warnings!!⚠️

Near death experience, Damon angry, drinking, language

Damon watched her at the bar, charming the poor boy into giving her and her friends free drinks. He couldn't explain the feeling he got in his chest when he saw her, despite the fact she hated him. Her eyes met his from across the bar and he smirked at her, earning an eyeroll in return. When Y/n had first arrived, he was suspicious of her. She was a witch, and a powerful one at that, but she became good friends with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena. Damon watched them taking shots, before Y/n looked at him again.

"Why does he always stare like that.?" She asked, looking at the other three. Her h/c hair bouced and swayed with her movements.

"Cuz he's stalking Elena," Bonnie said, rolling her eyes. Damon didnt notice the look Y/n got, before she suddenly finished her drink.

"Right, Elena. Kathrines doppelganger," Y/n said. Elena gave her a look, shaking her head a bit.

"Are we really doing this right now.?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"No, your right Elena. I just realized I'm late for a date so," Y/n said before excusing herself. Damon felt something in his chest when she said date, who could she possibly be seeing.? He fould himself following her, but he was more confused when she went home. Did she lie about having a date.? He made his way inside, her eyes landing on him as he walking in.

"Hello, princess," he said, looking her over in her sweats and baggy shirt.

"What do you want, Damon.?" She asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I didn't think this was date attire," he said, smirking at her. She rolled her eyes before walking into the kitchen, him following.

"My couch and Netflix don't care how I dress," she said, pulling down a bowl and a bag of chips. She poured the chips into the bowl and carried it to the living room.

"Well, what are we watching.?" He asked, sitting down on her couch. He watched her roll her eyes at him again without protesting.

"I'm going to watch scary stuff," she said before sitting on the opposite side of the couch. The bowl was set between them as she scrolled Netflix, finding a movie she wanted. Damon moved the bowl onto his lap, earning a glare from Y/n.

"Don't want any crumbs," he said before smirking at her. She moved just close enough to still reach the contents in the bowl. His arm went behind her head on the back of the couch, a comfortable silence falling over them. Damon felt her lean into him half way through the movie, his arm instantly dropping around her. He looked down to see her eyes glued to the screen as she nussled into him for comfort. There was that feeling in his chest again, that scary, unknown, but familiar and exciting feeling. He gently pulled her face to look at him, their eyes meeting for a moment before his lips pressed to hers. He wasn't sure why, he didn't even expect her to kiss back. But when she did, he felt the sparks ignite in his chest, a fire he knew would consume him.

"Honey, we're home!" Y/n's mom suddenly called, coming from the foyer. Damon pulled away, looking into y/n's s eyes before he was gone. "Oh, sweetie, I told you to stop watching those scary movies," her mom said. He dad looked around the room, shaking his head a bit.

"Couldn't clean up.?" He asked, a look of disappointment evident in his eyes. They went upstairs to their room, Y/n was left alone for a moment.

"That's how they great you?" Damon asked, coming out of his hiding place. She sighed looking up at him, her eyes a sea of emotions.

"That's my parents," she said, pulling the blanket over her. "At least it's not foster care," she padded before resuming her movie. Damon knew about her adoption, he was probably the only one of the group that she'd told.

"I'll fix them," Damon said, walking over and sitting next to her.

"If you compel my parents, I will hurt you," she said, her green eyes meeting his. He smirked at her, his eyes scanning her features. After the movie was over, Damon noticed she'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. He carefully picked her up into his arms, carrying her up to her room.

"Sleep well, princess," he whispered, tucking her into the blankets. He looked at her sleeping form, her face calm as she slept. He could feel that fire that started growing, fearing the dangers of letting it consume him. Or her. Were there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned.

Damon tried avoiding her, tried drowning the fire with bourbon. But the alcohol just added to the fuel. Every time that he caught her eyes from across the table or passing by her in a room, her sweet smell intoxicating him every time it floated into his nose. How dangerously sweet it smelled too. She sat in one of the armchairs in the parlor while everyone gathered to discuss a plan to protect Elena from Klaus.

"What does the grimoire say?" Bonnie asked y/n as she read the pages. She glanced up from the book, her eyes a bit dull and shadows forming under them.

"I think I found a spell that might work but it takes alot of power," Y/n said, before Bonnie came over. She read the spell and her face twisted in concern.

"I'd not done right, this could kill the caster," she said looking at y/n. Damon felt his skin go cold, the idea of her dying just to protect Elena.

"We'll find something else," he said, making everyone look up him.

"This could be our only shot, Damon," Y/n. argued. Damon felt that fire taking over, like a burning in his veins.

"No, we'll find another way." He said, crossing his arms. Y/n closed the book and stood up, her eyes challenging.

"We're out of time for solutions, this is our only chnace!" She said, throwing her arms up. Damon sped over to her, looking down at her. He felt this rage, the idea of her risking her life just for Elena, the thought that he could loose her, it was indescribable.

"The answer is no! You're not risking your life!" He yelled, his eyes locked on hers. She looked more pissed now.

"Why does it matter if I die? At least Elena would be alive! That's what you wanted when you asked me for help!" Y/n yelled, her jaw clenching. Damon could see the tears she tried to hide, his blood finally boiling over.

"Because you're life isn't worth the risk! Dammit, I said no, we will find another way!" He yelled, her demeanor finally caving under his gaze. They stood there a moment, not realizing everyone else had left, staring at each other.

"Why do you care about what happens to me?" She asked, making him forget why he was angry.

"Cuz your suicide mission is stupid," he said, taking a step back. He went to grab his bourbon but she pulled the bottle from his hands.

"Bullshit, Damon," she said, that fire back in her eyes. He squinted at her, grabbing the bourbon again and leaving to his room. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much, he loved Elena right.? He couldn't possibly love Y/n too, right.? Was love even the right word.?

"What was all that about.?" Damon heard Caroline ask.

"Who knows.. I'm going to go look for a new spell, I guess. But if I cant find one, we have plan B. Despite what Damon says," Y/ns voice responded. He then heard the door close and knew she'd left. Why did she start this fire that burned in his chest.?

Damon was pissed, standing there with his arms crossed as he watched her. She managed to convince everyone to go along with plan B, despite the fight, despite the risk to her life. After they gathered all the requirements for the spell, Elena laid down on the table. Bonnie sprayed vervaine water over her while Y/n laid the candles out around the table.

"If you need to stop at any point, tell me," Bonnie said, looking at Y/n.

"If we stop, we die," Y/n said blankly. Damon flinched a bit at hearing that, a ping in his chest hitting before he poured himself some bourbon.

"Are you sure about this.?" Caroline asked, looking at Y/n. She smiled at her blonde friend, a look of confidence in her eyes. Damon had full faith she was more than strong enough, especially with Bonnie's help. But the fear of loosing her was almost enough for him to flip his switch. Almost.

"It's out only way," Y/n said before looking at Bonnie. "You ready.?" She asked before they stood on opposite sides of the table. They held hands above Elena, before starting the incantation. The candles all roared to life with flames, the two witches siphoning the power off them. Damon's eyes never left Y/n, ready to jump in at any sign of danger. But it didn't happen, a little nose bleed was the worst she walked away with. But Elena was protected now, he should feel happy.

"That was intense," Bonnie said, helping Elena off the table. Y/n nodded her head a bit before Damon saw it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body started to fall. He used all his speed to catch her before she fell, his eyes scanning over her as he picked her up in his arms.

"Y/n!" Caroline yelled, standing by Damon is a second.

"She's breathing still," Stefen said. Damon felt his blood boil, seeing Y/n weak and unconscious in his arms. "She just needs rest," Stefen added.

"She shouldn't have done the damn spell!" Damon yelled at Stefen. "She could've died and for what? I said we would find another way!" He yelled, holding Y/n's limp body. Her heartbeat was loud in his ear, the only thing keeping his humanity. He felt her move close into his chest, carrying her up to his room without a second word.

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night, her looking around before landing on Damon as he watched her. He'd not left for a single second, waiting for her to wake up. She slowly sat up and Damon sped over to her side.

"What happened?" She asked, holding her head.

"You almost got yourself killed," he said, his voice low.

"And?" She said. Damon lost it at that. How could she try and leave him and her only response be and??

"And?? And you wouldn't be here to hate me still! You wouldn't be here to annoy me and you wouldn't be here to fight with me about how stupid it was to risk your life for Elena!" He yelled, feeling everything pour out. He realized he would sacrifice Elena and Kathrine for her, after seeing her almost die in his arms. After wondering when and if she'd wake up.

"It sounds like you'd rather me be gone if all I do is annoy you!" She yelled before he suddenly grabbed her face and smashed his lips to hers. It took her a moment for the shock to wash away before she kissed back. Their lips molded together in a hungry, needful kiss. His hands held her face still as he pulled away, looking into her eyes.

"I can't loose you, princess," he whispered. Her cheeks got pink and warm against his hands, their eyes locked.

"But you.. you love Elena.." she said, the look in her eyes made his heart sink. He did love Elena, right.? He at least cared for her, but did he love her or Y/n?

"Elena isn't you," he said finally, making her look at him. He could see the disbelief in her eyes, but he could also see the hope. He pressed his lips to hers again and she melted into it. He knew he would protect her from anything or anyone.

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I hope you all enjoy this one. I might start a mini-verse for this story under the His Little Witch tag so keep an eye out if you enjoyed!

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The Cost of Love

Previously..

      "Mission abort" Bucky said into the comms, using his bullets sparingly. After a moment of silence, he said it louder. "Mission abort!" He yelled as more enhanced started coming out.

       "Get to the doors, we'll pull you out!" Steve said through comms. Bucky and Y/n fought their way to the door, firing a shot at anyone who got too close. When they got to the door, it flew open and they were pulled out. Steve slammed the doors shut again before calling in the report. 

Masterlist

Chapter 16

Y/n was standing outside by one of the vans, her arms wrapped around her to try and stay warm. Her dress offered little help in the cool night air, another chill washing over her. The police lights and ambulances lit up the night on that dark road, thankfully far enough from civilians to see. Bucky walked up behind her, placing his jacket over her shoulders. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting before he went over to talk with Steve.

"He seems to really care about you" Sharon said from behind Y/n.

"He does," Y/n said, not needing to turn around. She'd felt the blonde watching her.

"Wonder if he could love a killer like yourself?" Sharon said. Y/n turned to her, seeing an evil smile on her face.

"He already knows what I've done,” She said. “But I'd be careful if I were you, you're new to this team. See, we're a family and you come after one of us, you come after all" Y/n said, looking dead in her eyes.

"Well said, doll" Bucky said, wrapping his arm around Y/n’s waist. “C'mon, cars waiting,” He glared at Sharon before leading Y/n to the car.

"I don't trust her," Y/n said, settling into the leather seat. Bucky slid in next to her.

"You shouldn't," someone suddenly said. Bucky pulled out his gun, pointing it into the darkness of the car. "Relax, Barnes," Loki said, showing his face as he appeared in the car with them.

"What are you doing here.?" Bucky asked, putting his gun away.

"Y/n had asked me a few weeks ago to watch over a woman and her child-" Loki began to explain.

"Clare and Sarah" Y/n clarified for Bucky.

"And I found a rabbit hole of secrets and lies, which normally I would enjoy but one thing keeps coming up" Loki said, looking at Bucky before turning to look at Y/n. ”A name that keeps appearing,” he said.

"What.?" Y/n asked. ”Who.?”

"You, Y/n. It all leads back to you." Loki said, matter of factly. His words hung heavy in the air.

"What are you talking about.?" Bucky asked, glaring at Bucky.

"Clare's husband, Mike, was in the army. In Germany, the same year you escaped hydra." Loki said, looking at Y/n. Her brows knotted together as she stared at him with confused eyes.

"How did you.." she asked, looking at him.

"I read minds, and I've seen your nightmares." Loki said, looking at her with apologetic eyes. Bucky placed his hand on her lap, her eyes meeting his for a moment. "Look, he was ‘recruited’ that night, set up with code words and everything. When he returned home, it was as a sleeper agent for Hydra."

"You said it all leads back to y/n. What else did you find and how is Sharon involved?" Bucky asked, sitting forward a bit. Hydra had been targeting his girl for who know how long.

"There's another agent involved that is in contact with Carter. I wasn't able to find out who but they have your files," Loki said, looking at Y/n.

"Are they in contact with hydra.?" Y/n asked, her heart in her throat.

"Yes, this agent is Carter's direct connection to Hydra. Be on high alert. They may strike when we least expect," Loki said, looking at Bucky. "Protect her, Barnes" he said before he left the car.

Loki had grown fond of y/n, considering her to be one of his closest friends. Along with Wanda and Bucky, the other team members were still wary of him. He would be willing to work with the humans for the sake of the friends he'd made.

Bucky had managed to convince Tony to add a door that connected his and Y/n’s rooms. Tony made a comment about them just sharing a room instead, to which he agreed. They only told Steve, Nat and Wanda about the news they learned from Loki. When Y/n told them about her past with Hydra, they vowed they would keep her safe.

"Loki, can you see if you can continue to dig for information.?" Steve asked the Trickster God.

"Very simple," he said, waving the notion off like it was beneath him.

"We will keep a tight lip on this, nothing said in this room leaves." Steve said, looking around the room.

"Who can we trust.?" Nat asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

"We have to assume anyone who sides with Sharon isn't a friend," Steve said.

"I'll tell Barton, if that's ok?" Nat asked, looking at Y/n. She nodded, looking down at the file in her hand.

"That was all I could recover, I figured you should be the first to read it" Loki said. Y/n nodded and looked up at the group. They had soft, non pitting looks in their eyes.

"We won't look at you any differently," Wanda said. Bucky slid his hand into hers, their eyes meeting. He had a knowing look, he'd been in her position before.

Y/n read through the file, remembering every entry that was written in. Her heart was in her throat as she looked over the words. The date. Her picture.

"This.. is when they first took me.." she said, reading through the entries. She could feel her hands shaking as she flipped through the pages. Every test, every punishment, every experiment, every time they tortured her. It was here. “They.. wanted to break me.. they.. they got what they wanted.” she whispered as tears filled her vision.

“Doll, look at me.” Bucky gently took the file from her hands as the tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "You never have to live through this again." Bucky said, looking at her.

"Whatever they want with you, they are going to have to go through us" Nat said. Everyone agreed and they all made a vow to keep this information safe. There were enemies closing in and you never know who is a true friend or not.

It had been a month since Sharon joined, and she had been non stop flirting with Bucky. Touching his arm when she passed him, biting her lip when he barely glanced at her, commenting on how he looked on a day to day basis. Y/n was getting more and more irritated by the second too.

The other day, Bucky was making coffee and she walked in wearing just an oversized t-shirt. She brushed up against him before he finally snapped. He shoved her off and glared at her.

“What game are you playing?” He asked.

“I just want to know what y/n gets to experience,” she said, dragging a finger down his chest. His metal hand took hers in a tight grip, nearly breaking the bones. Her facade fell and a look of panic came across her face.

“You're nothing compared to her,” he said low. He let her go, stepped back and went back to his coffee. But that still didn't stop her, as if she were playing with them. Today was no different, it was team bonding night. She sat across from him, her legs crossed as she stared at him.

"James, you wanna pick a movie.?" Y/n asked, looking at Bucky. He smiled at her, knowing she knew what his name on her lips did to him.

"Yea, James, pick us a movie" Sharon said, mocking y/n and biting her lip.

"You don't get to call me that," Bucky snapped, looking at Sharon.

"That's your name though, isn't it.?" Sharon asked, slowly uncrossing her legs, before recrossing them on the other side. Y/n glared at her, standing up quickly.

"Imma make some popcorn." She said, walking towards the kitchen. But an idea came to mind as she passed by Bucky, pretending to trip and fall into his lap. His arms instantly wrapped around her waist, a sheepish smile on her lips.

"I guess I've had a little too much to drink," she said, biting her lip. "Thank you for catching me James." Y/n said, her hips shifting as she settled in his lap more. He groaned low, her ass against his crotch.

“Of course, doll, but you should take it easy then. Don't want you stumbling everywhere,” he whispered before kissing her cheek. Steve decided to pick a movie, Sam bringing over the popcorn. The pair didn't get through the movie though, ending up slipping away to their shared bed room.

[thatonexreader]

The Cost of Love

Previously...

"They made you do that, you're not that person anymore." Bucky said. “We are not what they made us,” he told her. She looked at him and bit her lip.

"Tell him and his mom that.." she said, before shaking her head. "We have to focus on this mission though" she said with a sigh. Her hand wrapped around his and they went over their backstory one last time.

Masterlist

Chapter 15

When they got to the hotel, the rest of the team was already there. They had conjoining rooms, Wanda and Nat in one room and Sharon and Steve in another. Bucky and Y/n had the honeymoon suite and they definitely took advantage of it. The second the doors closed, his hands were on her. He was kissing the back of her neck as he slowly started untying her dress.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” she whispered back. When they were both bare before each other, they melted into the bed. Each touch, each kiss, each whispered praise. They were different. This was them, raw, rure, in love.

After their honeymoon festivities, she lay on his chest, tracing the various scars he had. He kept kissing the top of her head, his fingers sliding up and down her bare arm. There was something in the air, something freeing and civilian like. Like they weren't on a mission, but we're truly on honeymoon.

“Have you ever thought of getting married.?” She asked him. His fingers halted for a moment, just a quick second but she noticed it and glanced up at him. His blue eyes met her and he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I used to. Before the war, before hydra.” He whispered. She hummed soft, her fingers still tracing his chest before an idea popped into her head. She suddenly straddled his lap, her fingers slid into hers to help her stay steady on him.

“What about now.?” She asked. He moved his hands to her thighs, gently tracing his fingers along them.

“What do you mean, doll.?” He asked.

“What do you think about marriage now.?” She asked. He smiled at her, as if understanding immediately what she was getting at.

“Why, do you want to get married.?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice. She bit her lip, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Why not.?” She whispered.

“I mean, we technically are on our honeymoon. We even have rings already.” He whispered sitting up, his bare chest against hers. His lips trailed kisses along her neck, his hands on her hips.

“I love you, James,” she whispered in his ear. His hands held her hips tight before he flipped them and looked down at her.

“I love you too, y/n” he whispered before his lips began to explore her body once again. By the morning she would be sore, covered in kisses and walking on popsicle sticks for legs, but it would be worth it. He was worth it.

The first three days were uneventful, as far as the mission went. Bucky definitely made up for lost time however, they were on vacation after all right.? What better way to play the part than to play the part. Steve and Natasha worked on setting up bugs and cameras around the hotel.

Bucky was at the bar that was next to the outside pool where he left y/n to tan. He was getting them drinks, their 3rd round of mimosas. Since they were both super soldiers, the alcohol didn't affect them the same.

“Hey,” a man next to him said.

“Hi,” Bucky said awkwardly.

“Im Shawn,” the man said.

“David,” Bucky said, the name rolling off his lips all too easily.

“Are you married by chance, Dave? Mind if I call ya dave.?” Shawn said, clearly drunk.

“I'm on my honeymoon, actually,” he said.

“Be careful, hopefully your wife won't sleep with her secretary and take your kids,” he said before he threw back his drink. He stumbled a bit and Bucky instinctively went to steady him.

“Woah, maybe you should slow down on those,” he said, gesturing to the empty glass still clutched in his knuckles.

“Why.? My wife is a cheating whore and now I have to stay at this janky lovers hotel cuz she took everything.” Shawn was getting visibly aggressive, getting into Bucky's face. That's when Y/n walked up, a swim cover wrapped around her waist. Shawn straightened up, looking her up and down. He was shamelessly eyefucking her, Bucky's blood boiling.

“Everything ok, baby.?” She said, her hand sliding up Bucky's arm as it slid around the small of her back. Shawn's eyes didn't miss this either.

“This is your wife.?” he said, still looking over her exposed skin. She felt uncomfortable, slipping Bucky's floral shirt off his shoulders. He understood what she was doing, helping her by slipping out of the shirt. She slid it on and buttoned it up, feeling relieved to be covered.

“Maya, darlin, this is Shawn.” Bucky said, his bare chest now exposed. Shawn clearly wasn't as fit as Bucky, him shrinking slightly into the stool. “Shawn, this is my wife, Maya,” he said, emphasizing the word wife as if it held the weight of worlds.

Because it did.

“Of course. You are a lucky man. Hopefully she doesn't do you wrong.” Shawn said.

“I love my husband,” she said, that word was a promise. Bucky squeezed her hand lightly.

“Yeah, I thought the same thing.” Shawn muttered, before he slowly got up and stumbled away. They decided to go to the rendezvous room, Bucky sending a message to Steve in the guise of setting up a restaurant reservation.

“Do you think he could be apart of them or just a drunk civilian.?” Steve asked.

“I don't know. There was definitely something off about him.” Bucky said, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Ok, well, we will keep our eye on him.” Natasha said.

"Mrs Ferris.?" The hotel desk attendant called Y/n over as her and Bucky went down for breakfast the next morning. "There was a letter sent to you today." The attendant said, handing Y/n an envelope.

"Thank you" Y/n said, going over and sitting with Bucky. The envelope had Mr and Mrs Ferris written on it. Y/n opened it and it was an invitation to a black tie underground party. Finally, they had been targeted.

Y/n wore her long burgundy dress, her thigh holster and ankle holster both securely hidden. Bucky had his arm around the small of her back the whole time as they walked into the party. Team 2 listened in on coms from a van outside.

"I was expecting a bigger group than this," Y/n whispered. Bucky nodded, as he looked around the small room of nicely dressed couples.

"This is the recruitment. All of these couples were invited" Bucky said.

"Welcome, you must be the Ferris's. We are very please to have you" Someone said from behind them. They turned and saw an older looking man, his eyes lingering on Y/n longer than Bucky liked. "I'm Michael, the host"

"This is a very lovely party," Y/n said.

"Wait till it gets started, Maya, then I'll see if you think the same thing." Michael said, before he walked away. Champagne was handed out to all the guests before the doors were closed.

"Don't drink," Bucky whispered, knowing there was more than likely something in there. Y/n nodded and watched as Michael wehn up to the front to make a toast.

"Welcome all traveling couples, you have all been selected.. to join our cause. Now, a toast! To everlasting love" he said, raising his glass. Everyone in the room downed their glasses and in moments began falling to the ground. Bucky's eyes went wide, as he realized what was happening. It was a cult, their covers were blown the second everyone dropped.

“Get them,” Michael said simply. A large group of Enhanced came out from the curtain. Y/n had pulled out both her weapons and Bucky followed her example. The couples started getting dragged off, a group of Enhanced coming toward Y/n and Bucky.

“Watch your back, Sarge,” Y/n said, taking shots after shot at Enhanced. Suddenly, her guns clicked, signaling they were empty. Bucky was close to out as well, his eyes flying to her as they backed up into a corner.

"Mission abort" Bucky said into the comms, using his bullets sparingly. After a moment of silence, he said it louder. "Mission abort!" He yelled as more enhanced started coming out.

"Get to the doors, we'll pull you out!" Steve said through comms. Bucky and Y/n fought their way to the door, firing a shot at anyone who got too close. When they got to the door, it flew open and they were pulled out. Steve slammed the doors shut again before calling in the report.

[thatonexreader]

The Cost of Love

Previously

“Good, because I'm all yours, doll.” He said, looking into her eyes. She smiled and traced along his jaw. When the doors opened, he hooked his fingers under her thighs and picked her up. He smiled at her and carried her to his room, locking the door behind him.

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️

Mature themes, 18+

Masterlist

Chapter 14

Bucky looked himself over in the mirror, not recognizing himself. Dark blue jeans were one thing, maybe he could make them work. But the black floral shirt with the little white daisies covering it definitely didn't suit him. He felt like he was staring at a stanger before he went to meet with her. Y/n's sun dress matched perfectly with his shirt though, seeing her spinning in the mirror. Bucky was leaning against the door frame, smiling at her as she absentmindedly played with the hem of the dress. Her eyes met his through the mirror before he started walking over to her.

"You look beautiful, darlin" he said, his arms wrapping around her waist. She smiled and leaned back into him, the image of them she saw in the mirror was one of the films.

"Are you ready to do this.?" She asked him, drawing herself out of her thoughts. He nodded, placing a kiss on her lips. They grabbed their fake ids, passports, and luggage before heading downstairs. They shared a limo with the rest of the group as they all headed to the airport.

"So, when we land, you guys will take the limo, it will be for Ferris. We will rendezvous at the hotel" Steve said, letting the plan be known. “You'll need to catch the attention of The Underground.”

"Roger, roger" Y/n said, earning a smile from Bucky.

“Basically, act like newlyweds on vacation. Like you're so in love with each other that nothing else exists in the world.” Natasha said.

“Trust me, that won't be hard.” Bucky said, taking y/n's hand in his. He smiled at her and for a moment it was only them in the limo.

Y/n had always hated airport security, the tediousness and crowded spaces enough to make her skin crawl. But this definitely topped the cake. She found herself hating them more now, having stopped her and Bucky after trying to go through the metal detector.

"I'm sorry, sir, but your arm, it could cause a problem for other passengers." The TSA agent said. ”We will need to ask you to remove it,” he said, looking like he was about to call security.

"I'm sorry, but is this how all veterans get treated.?" Y/n asked, loud enough for everyone to hear and shocking the man. "My husband lost his arm fighting for our country, your country, and he gets shunned at the airport.?" She asked, getting genuinely upset with the man. The thought that Bucky was looked at differently because of his arm.

"Ah, I.. I didn't realize, I apologize sir. We can give you a physical pat down over here and have you right on your way." The agent said, hurriedly trying to correct himself. When they got settled at their gate and waited for Nat and the others, Bucky grabbed Y/n's hand.

"Thank you, doll," he said, smiling at her. He had a gentle look in his eyes, that soft loving look. She smiled back at him, squeezing his hand gently.

"Any time, James" she told him, whispering his name for him only to hear. When Nat and the others got there, they sat on the opposite side of the chairs from Bucky and Y/n.

“Are you ready for our vacation, darlin.?” Bucky asked, trying to slip into his role.

“I'm more than ready, honey,” y/n said, lacing her fingers in his metal ones. She didn't miss the look that Sharon shot across the path, but at this point it didn't matter. Now it was just them, David and Maya Ferris, newlyweds.

When they finally boarded the plane, Bucky and Y/n had seats in first class. They had a bunch of amenities, the seats they had were like cocoons that closed the seats off from the rest. The PDA was in full effect, to help sell the idea of them being on honeymoon. His hands touching her hips, arm, hand, shoulder. Any part of her he could touch, he was touching.

“Is there anything I can get for the happy couple.?” The flight attendant asked in a loud voice. They didnt know how long they would be watched so this was a happy coincidence.

“Actually, could we get a bottle of champagne.? We're on honeymoon and I want to spoil my girl” Bucky said, his voice smooth like velvet as he slipped his fingers between Y/n's knees.

“Of course sir, right away. Also, we do have sound protective privacy screens.” She added with a wink. He smirked at her his eyes turning to y/n with a knowing look. They definitely took advantage of that, the little bed they had given just enough for them to join the mile high club.

When they landed, Wanda kept giving Y/n looks up to the point the separated at the baggage claim. She knew that she knew about the festivities that happened in that first class plane bed. As soon as they had their bags, Bucky put them on the trolly to make it easier. He wrapped his free arm around Y/n's waist, holding her close to him as they walked. He led her through the busy crowd, kissing the top of her head every so often. As they waited for their car to pick them up, someone suddenly grabbed Y/n’s arm.

"Do I know you, ma'am.? You look.. so familiar" a boy said, looking at Y/n. At first, she was puzzled.

"I-im sorry, I.. don't believe we've met." Y/n said, her heart in her throat. Bucky pulled the guy's hand off her arm, stepping between the two. The guy seemed almost unfazed by Bucky's actions and presence, still focused on Y/n.

"Are you sure.? I swear.. have you ever been to Romania? I just moved her from there." The boy said, still persistent. Y/n's face paled and her ears started ringing, suddenly the boy did look familiar. He was older than the last time she saw him, but she was sure it was him.

"I'm sorry, you must have confused my wife with someone else. We're visiting here from Brooklyn," Bucky said, grabbing Y/n's waist, going to lead her away as their car arrived.

"My apologies.." the boy said looking down as he walked away. Bucky looked at Y/n, her eyes wide as if she'd seen a ghost. Her lips were parted slightly and she seemed as if she wasn't there.

"You did know him, didn't you.?" He asked, a knowing look in his eyes. She nodded as they got in the back of the limo, the driver packing the bags in the back.

"He saw me kill his dad, his name was on hydra's list.." Y/n whispered, her eyes on her hands. "I was supposed to eliminate any witnesses but.. he was 5.. his mother was asleep upstairs.." she said, looking out the window. “Something changed in me that day, that boy's face was what led to me freeing myself..” she whispered. Bucky placed his hand on her lap, her eyes shooting to him.

"They made you do that, you're not that person anymore." Bucky said. “We are not what they made us,” he told her. She looked at him and bit her lip.

"Tell him and his mom that.." she said, before shaking her head. "We have to focus on this mission though" she said with a sigh. Her hand wrapped around his and they went over their backstreet one last time.

[thatonexreader]

белая вдова - belaya vdova - white widow.

WS! Bucky Barnes x widow! Reader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️

Language, torture, pain, betrayal, mature themes. 18+ content

Read at your own expense!!

No use of Y/n

He sat there in the glass cell, waiting for his fate to be decided. He didn't even know his own name, but he knew he had a life. He had to have had one, if he believed the article he read in the museum. He didn't know anything really, just stories of a man he might have been. When she walked in, he didn't look at her at first. He knew she was there; he could feel her watching. When her feet stopped at the edge of his cage, his eyes finally met hers. Maybe she was going to question him. Maybe she was one of them. But there's was something in her eyes.

            “Your mind is so loud and yet so quiet,” she whispered, her voice so quietit was almost a whisper. Suddenly the glass door slowly opened and she walked closer to him. 

          “Don't,” he said. His voice was firm, but not harsh. She didn't falter though, her soft eyes locked with his. There was something in her eyes, something he felt he wouldn't forget. Something warm.

          “I won't pry, just let me give you back what's yours.” She whispered. He didn't respond, just watched as she brought her hands up beside his face. Her touch was warm and gentle, it was foreign to him in fact. But her touch broke though the noise in his head, it was the perfect balance between the silence and the voices. Then he heard it. A soft voice, her voice, saying a name. His name. 

           “What did you do.?” He asked as she stepped back. That name hung there, perfectly between the two conflicting sides of his mind. 

           “Your name, James Buchanan Barnes. It's yours, they can't take it from you.” She said, her eyes locked with his. The name he heard in his head, the one that bridged the gap between the known and unknown in his head. That name echoes in his head, her voice saying it soft, gentle, warm. This warmth was so foreign to him yet he found himself, wanting more of it. Needing more of it. All of it. He wanted to be consumed by it and drowned in this warmth, in her warmth. In her.

            “What do we have here.?” A voice said. The woman whipped around, a man walking in with a stack of folders. “Little birdie got out of her cage,” he said, taking his hat off and setting it on the table.

            “Who are you.?” She asked, moving more in front of Bucky. He didn't understand, this woman barely knew him and now she stood, almost defensively, in front of him. The man didn't answer her, only set down a book on the table. A red book with a black star on the front. Bucky knew that book, what was in it, what it meant that it was here. 

            “Go, leave,” he said, drawing her attention to him. A second later a scream ripped through her chest before she fell to the ground at his feet. His eyes watched in slow motion as she fell, his eyes drifting up to see the man holding a taser gun aimed at where she just stood. 

            “Now, where were we.?” He asked, before opening the book. Bucky knew what came now. Silence, deafening silence. But somehow, somewhere in his mind he heard it still. That name, his name, her voice, her. 

             When he came to, he was in an abandoned building. His metal arm pinned in a massive press and he could hear voices. A male and a female, they sounded almost familiar. Until he heard her. It was her voice. It was her.

             “He needed help, Steve,” she said, her voice firm. “His mind was tearing itself apart to find something he should've had his whole life!” She whisper-yelled. 

             “You broke out of your confinement, you broke so many laws” the man, he assumed Steve, said back. His voice wasn't harsh, but his words carried weight. 

             “So did you,” she said back before her footsteps were heard walking away. Steve walked back and eventually came into the room with Bucky. “We're in the clear so far, Sam is doing one last perimeter check.” She said, walking into view. His eyes fell on hers and she saw it. Recognition. He remembered her. “Do you.. remember me.?” She asked, looking at him.   

         “You told me my name,” he said, very matter of factly. Her voice was almost ingrained in his mind, the warmth of her hands, the gentle look in her eyes. 

          “We’re definitely in the clear for at least half an hour.” Sam said, walking into view. “What i miss.?” He asked, looking around the room. He could almost sense a tension starting to form.

          “Could you give us a moment.?” Steve asked, looking at the girl. Her lips made a tight line before she stood up and walked out of the room. Bucky followed her with his eyes, she could feel it. While she waited for the boys to talk, she assessed the situation ahead of her.

She had broken a lot of laws. When she heard his thoughts, she couldn't just sit there. Maybe it would be worth sacrificing her freedom. Maybe he would be.

           Tony had hired her as an assistant for the avengers, help make everything run smoother. Everything was going wonderful, she was the best assistant. She learned the routines and preferences of all the team members.

Like the way that Bruce preferred decaf herbal tea, with a splash of warm milk. Or the way Steve always had a shake after his 7 a.m. run. Or how when Thor and Loki were on world, she had to order extra coffee cups.

They had even began to notice her presence, thankful for the things that she did. The Maximoff twins were like her best friends, being closer in age. It was all going well, until one of the other team members recognized her.

Natasha had been studying her alot that day, as she ran around getting things ready for the meeting. She squinted, something sticking out to her, something she hadn't noticed before. And then.

           “белая вдова” Natasha whispered, making her stop dead in her tracks. белая вдова, belaya vdova, white widow. That name carried the weight of a century of ghosts. The things in her hands clattered to the floor before she was taken into custody. The team had to watch them drag her away, her face a mixture of emotions.

            “I'm not that person anymore! Please!” She pleaded from the small room. Her hands were chained to the table, her knowing she could easily get out. Hell, she could get put of the building with ease. But she wanted them to trust her. Believe her. She wanted to belong. Tony walked in and sat across from her. 

            “We've decided to let you join the team.” He said, closing a file. She was confused. Team.? Wasn't she going to jail.? Wasn't she going back to them.? 

        “I don't.. understand.?” She said, looking at him. "Im not going to jail.?" She asked.

       “Instead of you going to prison, you are going to serve your sentence out here. Working for the team, you'll be an avenger. You will live here, go on missions, make up for whatever you might have done,” he said, tapping the folder on the table. Did he read it.? Did he know the blood she had on her hands.?

       “I'm no hero.” She whispered. But that didn't matter. It was better than jail. So she used the weapons they gave her, the skills, the power, to fight for good. But she knew she wasn't free. She was still a pawn, a tool, a weapon. Just for a different side of the same war.

Freedom. It was a fleeting, hopeless thought. She knew it. Because she knew her skeletons wouldn't stay buried. Not forever. Eventually, she would be right back in that cell. That cage.

            “Hey, we're gonna move to a safe house. Got a ride in the back.” Sam said, drawing her from her thoughts. She looked up as he was coming into the hall. Steve and Sam had become like her brothers, after the fall out with Tony. After her powers were revealed, after the truth about his parents accident came out.. 

           “I'll follow you,” she said, pushing off the wall. Sam nodded his head, a small smil in his lips. 

           “I figured you'd say that. I got you a bike out there too,” Sam said. She smiled at him, following him back into the room. Bucky was sitting free, his eyes shooting up to meet hers. 

       “So they were creating more super soldiers.?” Steve asked, getting back to the conversation.

        “Not just super soldiers, more winter soldiers. Stronger, faster, better.” Bucky said, looking back at him. 

        "Hydra.?" She asked, her voice above a whisper. The name was like poison on her tongue, the attention turned to her. “They.. they were doing a lot of experiments with the serum,” she said, almost too knowingly. Bucky noticed the shift in her, the ghosts she hid behind her eyes. He knew at that moment, she knew. She knew personally what Hydra was capable of. 

            

           The safe house was an old war cabin from the 40s, maybe 50s. That's where she and Bucky ended up, where they were now, waiting to hear back from Steve and the others. She walked out of the bathroom, stripped down to just spandex leggings and a black tank top bodysuit. His eyes lingered outside, though he saw her reflection in the window. 

            “James, I can take over if you want to relax. Get first sleep.?” She said, using his first name. A name that still sounds so foreign, unfamiliar, wrong. But on her lips, it felt warm. That warmth. His eyes snapped to hers and she looked at him unfazed. As if she didn't just spark something in him, as if the simple utterance of his name didn't send something coursing through him. 

              “Is there a working shower.?” he asked, his voice steady. She nodded and pointed to the room behind her. His eyes drifted to the door behind her before finding hers again.

              “Yea, I'll take watch,” she said. They began their ways to switch, inevitably crossing paths. Something changed between them as they passed by. Something unspoken, something that sat with him in the shower. It was luke-warm, the warmest it got actual, but it made his think about her. Her warmth that waited just beyond the door. Her warmth he found himself desperately craving.

           Maybe it was the lack of physical intimacy in 80 plus years. Maybe it was the warmth she had graced him with upon their first meeting. Maybe it was the safe house adrenaline. When he walked out in just his sleep pants, seeing her in just that bodysuit and sleep shorts, he found himself wanting that warmth. He was ready to drown in it. 

          “I don't think they'll make it tonight. We might as well get comfortable,” she said, peering out the window before turning to him. He was sitting on the couch, no shirt with a towel over his head to dry his hair. She seemed to notice the change in the air, slowly walking over to him. 

        “What.?” He asked, his voice calm. It wasn't harsh, just inquiring.

        “You need to dry your hair properly,” she said. His eyes watched hers as she slid into his lap, her legs on either side of his thighs. Her hands gently held the towel as she began to dry his hair. When she slid the towel down the back of his head, her arms remained over his shoulders. 

         It was subtle, her eyes glancing at his lips and lingering a second too long. It was subtle, but it prompted him to move his hands to her hips, sliding up to the small of her back as he sat up against her. Their chests met before their lips did but the warmth that filled his body, the warmth that was too much and not enough. 

         “James, we shouldn't..” she whispered. But her body pressed closer to his, as if she craved something he had to offer. His lips made contact with her neck, eliciting a sound from her that he knew he'd never forget. His hands pulled at her sleep shorts, her fingers finding their way into his hair. 

          “Why shouldn't we, doll.?” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. His hands slid down to her exposed thighs, the warmth that radiated off them almost burned him. His lips came inches from hers, his eyes locked on hers. “It might get cold, this is the best way to stay warm.” He said, his voice hinting at other reasons. 

She could feel his need for her, that pooling warmth in her core was hard to ignore. She found herself wantjng, not needing him too.

         Her lips crashed to his in a heated kiss, her hips rolling against his. That was all he needed. His hands gripped her shorts, kissing her neck before he tore them off her. Next to go was the body suit, the clasp too easily undone. Her body was bare underneath, now completely exposed to him. 

          “Fuck, James.” She whispered, his hands on her ass as he lifted her up. Just enough for her to get his pants off, just enough for that cold feeling to make him crave her warmth more. 

         “Say it again.” He whispered, his voice rough and husky. His length was coated in her juices as she rolled her hips against his again. 

         “Fuck me, James,” she whispered in his ear. Her warmth wrapped around him in an instant. Their bodies molded together, the heat they formed was bought to last a lifetime. He left his marks all over her neck, collar bone and her chest. She was his, in all the ways that mattered, she was his. 

          She hadn't been held like this, this feeling he gave her was beyond compare. The way he felt inside her, the contrast of his cold metal hand on her hot skin, his lips on the sensitive skin of her neck. Her body responded in ways that felt naturistic, like he alone knew how to take care of her.

"Mmm, you feel so good, darlin" he whispered huskily, his hands guiding her hips in prefect rhythm with his. Her body felt like it was made for him, like he was the only one who was allowed to touch her. She wanted to be his, if only for a moment.

If only forever.

The marks he left on her skin, the way his hands felt on her hips, the way he felt inside her. His name fell from his lips like it was the sweetest honey and the bitterest poison.  This moment, in his arms, his embrace, him; they were forever engaged into the fibers of her being.

That night, in each other's arms, daring the others to walk in, they shared an unspoken agreement. An untold secret, one born out of physical need.

         This became their secret from the team, both needing their private moments together. Those moments when they could let the walls down, where they could stop being soldiers and weapons. Where they could feel human, be human again.

The team had begun to notice. Steve was the first to see it. He could see the way his best friend looked at her, the way he looked almost like himself again. Then of course, there was Wanda. She could hear the thoughts that ran though his head.

The thoughts of her.

She couldnt keep him off her mind either, always looking for an excuse to get a second near him. They seemed to always gravitate toward each other, both needing that warmth the other other offered. There was something unspoken, something real. Beyond the physical need.

       The physical had slipped dangerously close to emotional, Bucky finding himself smiling more around her. He would be found in the kitchen, helping her cook or being her gym spot. She found her looking forward to her mornings with him, making breakfast for the team. His smile was better than all the cups of coffee in the world. 

The physical wasn't the only need shared between the two anymore. The shift was subtle, a lingering touch one night that led to them waking up in each other's arms. The warmth of the sun was nothing compared to the warm fire in their chests as they laid together, their fingers dancing.

It was dangerous, he knew it. To get this close to him, she was willing to risk it. If it meant seeing his smile, that sparkle in his eyes, to feel his warmth. She'd risk it all for this moment to last forever. She'd risk it all for him.

         “Morning, doll,” he said that morning, waiting by her door. He had an odd look in his eyes, his smile not reaching them. She knew that look, she knew the ghosts had haunted him last night. She knew what she had to do.

         “Morning, James. You up for a stroll.?” She asked, stepping fully out in her black joggers and bodysuit. Her hair was in a high ponytail as she slipped her hand into his flesh one. It was a simple action but between them, to him, she just handed him the world. 

           The park was calm that morning, the air was slightly blowing through. The sun was fighting to shine through the clouds but it wasn't dark. They stood silent by the water, the waves crashing along the sand. Her fingers were still entangled in his, neither daring to let go. 

          “Thank you,” he whispered. She looked at him and his eyes met hers. For the first time since she met him, the man that had been buried deep inside had resurfaced. He was smiling at her, not the shell of a man or a soldier of war. But him, James Buchanan Barnes himself, his eyes reflecting the blue waves in an almost hypnotic way. 

            “For what.?” She asked, those being the only words she could muster. Her heart was thudding in her chest, his eyes seeing inti her soul.

            “You found me, you broke through 90 years of war and gave me peace. A calm place to rest my head.” He said. Her face warmed as she looked at him, his hand finally leaving hers and moving up to cup her face. She leaned into the touch, her eyes drifting shut for a moment. 

             “You were never truly lost, James. Just needed to remember who you are,” she whispered, opening her eyes to see him looking into her eyes. He got closer to her, the movements flowing like water. Natural, intentional, forever.

         “God, you're so beautiful, doll.” he said before leaning in and capturing her lips. His metal arm was around the small of her back as their body's molded together like they had many times before. But something about this was different, this wasn't just physical need, or lack of intimacy. No, this was pure, raw, emotional.

This was love.

The word was foreign to the two of them, but if it felt like anything, this was it. The way their lips melted together, the way he held her, the way her body fit in his. It was as if nothing else existed, and for all that mattered, it didnt.

               Their secret was fully exposed the moment they walked in the tower that morning. The smiled on their faces, the flush in her cheeks, their swollen lips, their hands that still laced together. Tony and the rest of the team stood there, along with a few officers and shield agents. She moved and stood in front of Bucky, fearing the worst. She wouldn't let him go; he was finally free from the ghosts.

           “You're not taking him,” She said. Tony looked at her with that look. The one he had the day he found out the truth. The truth about her. The truth about that night.

          “They're not here for him, they're here for you.” Tony said. His words echoed in Buckys ears, watching the men come over. He tried to fight back but she stopped him, simplely by saying his name. 

          “James,” she said. His eyes shot to her, the helpless look hard to ignore. “I'll be ok,” She said, a sadness in her eyes. Steve came over and pulled Bucky away as the officers put the cuffs on her wrists. His eyes never left hers, up to the point the elevator doors closed. 

         “What the hell is going on.?” Bucky finally asked. He looked at Steve, then Tony, ready to fight. 

         “She violated probation, Buck,” Steve said, his arms crossed.

         “Why is she on probation.?” He asked, his eyes snapping to Steve. 

         “This was how she was serving her time for the crimes she committed as a widow and Hydra assassin. Sorry you had to find out about your girlfriend this way, but she's not innocent. Her hands are bloodier than yours,” Tony said before walking out of the room.

An hour later the whole team sat in the meeting room, going over all of her files. there were stacks of them in the center of the table, a few of them open for anyone and everyone to see.

             “This feels wrong, we're going through our friend's life without her permission,” Wanda said, closing the file she had. 

           “She's a criminal, her kills start on December 16, 1991 at the age of 8 and don't stop until the year before she was hired here.” Tony said. He played the video of her standing on the road, his parents' car crashing, her pulling the trigger. 

            “She was a myth in the red room. There was a picture of her that hung in the training hall. Belaya Vdova, White Widow. She was the first and one of the best to come out of the red room until she disappeared.” Natasha explained, Tony pulling up the slides. She was older in the photo. About the age she was now, actually. Bucky watched from the back of the room, silent and observant. 

               “That's where Hydra comes in, she was born there. Her mother was paid to give birth to her and let them have her. They raised her, trained her. She was sent to the red room for widow training. When they were satisfied she was ready, they took her back. They were testing a new super soldier serum and she was the only surviving test subject.” Tony said, clicking to the next screen. It was a video. Of her. “This may be hard for you to watch, but they will play it during her trial so you might as well see it now.” Tony said before playing the video. 

             She sat there, strapped to a cold metal chair. There was a pain in her arm where the iv was positioned in her vein. Her head rolled back and her eyes slowly opened as her head came forward. The look in her eyes was hauntingly empty, like even through the video she was staring through your soul. 

              “белая вдова,” a voice said. Her head snapped like turning on a light switch. “Good, now, we're injecting a serum into you. It will do one of two things, make you stronger, or kill you like those before.” The voice said. Someone came out with a syringe, injecting it into the iv. The fluid glowed in her veins, disappearing into the skin. “Will you die like those before you, or will you survive like a good soldier.?” The voice called again. A second later, a scream ripped through her chest as her head flew back, lasting only a second before her head slumped forward. 

             “I'll kill you,” she whispered. Her head slowly lifted and you could see the fire in her eyes, the murderous blood lust that would follow her. “I swear I'll kill you,” she said, looking dead at the man behind the glass. 

            “Congratulations, belaya vdova, you are a survivor, a soldier,” the voice said. The video cut to black before ending. 

            “I had no idea she went through that..” Natasha said, tears brimming her eyes as she stared horrifiedat the screen. Tony went to the next slide. Another video. “Oh god.” she whispered, not knowing if she could take another one.

            “They.. experimented on her. Vigorously. It triggered something in her.” She was their.. perfect weapon.” Tony said, before he played the video. There she was. Strapped to a chair again. Bucky couldn't deal with it, hearing her scream echo from the video. His metal hand went through the wall, effectively getting the video turned off. He hadn't realized it had happened, slowly pulling it from the hole.

             Not a word was said. None needed to be said. Bucky walked out of the room and found himself in her room. It was quiet, it was too quiet. He felt cold, no amount of wrapping in her blankets would help. That once familiar warmth he'd come to know was no longer here. There was no trace of it.

It was gone. Her warmth, her laugh, her smile. Her. She was gone and he was here, desperately trying to figure a plan in his head. He'd trade places with her if he could, he'd give it all up. For her.

 

             Tony had gotten her put on bail, under the table of course. He'd picked her up and brought her back to the tower. There was a massive, unmistakable bruise under her left eye, courtesy of the females she was locked up with. What she got for being a narc. 

            “You ok, kid.?” Tony asked when they pulled up to the tower. She responded with a short nod before getting out and walking upstairs. She was thankful no one was there as walked down the hall to her room. 

Him, however, she hoped to see him.

          Bucky sat up when the door closed, his eyes meeting hers. As if he heard her wish, as if he heard her heart cry out for him, he was here. He got out of the bed and rushed over to her, taking her face in his hands. 

            “Your face,” he whispered. His thumb gently stroked the bruise under her eye, his eyes a mixture of rage and sadness. How she missed those blue eyes.

           “I'm still pretty though.?” She said with a sad smile, the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. He took her in his arms, her sobs soaked up in his massive chest. There in his arms, she crumbled. The walls fell apart and she was left raw and bare in his arms. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the bathroom and setting her on the toilet lid. 

              “We're going to make sure you're cleared, doll.” He whispered. He drew her a bath and sat in it with her, he got her in pj's and he held her all night. Neither could sleep, fearing for the outcome tomorrow. They needed this, they needed each other. 

As she lay in his arms, her warmth consuming him, she felt that need. That physical, emotional, pure and raw need for him. She moved onto his lap, his hands on her hips. One look of her eyes and he knew what she needed. He would happily give it to her.

"You're mine, darlin," he whispered, his lips meeting hers as his hands slid up her shirt. She made quick work of hips clothes, getting him bare beneath her before he flipped them. He stared down at her, taking in every inch of her as if it were his first time seeing her. Or his last..

His length filled her aching core, their bodies molding together in the most intimate way they knew. His hands implanted their touch into her skin, her nails marking his back. Their hips rolled together in perfect harmony, his forehead resting on hers for a moment as he watched her face.

"I love you, James," she whispered, her voice hoarse from moaning his name all name. His hips snapped forward and she arched her body into him. His arms held her, her end washing over her.

"I love you too, doll," he whispered, rocking into her, finishing with each roll of the hips. Every inch of her skin felt his touch, his warmth. Her warmth had sank deep into his center and spread like a wild fire. He held her naked body's all night, their fingers dancing with each other as they watched the sun break through the sky.

            Bucky watched her as she scrambled to get ready. She wore a tight black pencil skirt and a loose dark red blouse. He knew she was nervous, hell, he was terrified. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her.

         “Let me go get changed,” he said, getting up from the bed. Not 20 minutes later was he there in a suit, his hair combed back. She felt the nerves that ate away at her, looking into his eyes. She dared not have hope, but something was there. Tony had arranged a car to take her, being out of state for a wedding. Her hands twisted and knotted together, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. 

           The trial lasted 3 days. They dug up all her skeletons; her life in Hydra, her time in the red room, the super soldier experiments, her long list of kills starting with Howard Stark and his wife. The way she was mind controlled. The life they took from her.

The videos. 

            The videos might have been their best defense, when her screams ripped through the courtroom, everyone had a horrified reaction. Her eyes met Bucky's and she saw it, the pain it caused him hearing it. 

            “Please, please just turn it off.” She begged, her voice breaking. The video clicked off and there was a murmur in the crowd. 

            “Order! Order in the court!” The judge called. It took a while for the chaos to settle, the faces of the prosecution were scared. They knew they lost in that moment of the settling of the crowd.

            “Can we call a recess.?” her lawyers asked. The judge granted a recess and she was taken from the stand. Her eyes met Bucky's one last time before she was taken away.

The next 5 minutes seemed to last forever. Bucky hadn't moved, just staying in his spot the whole time. The courtroom cop kept eyeing him, making sure he wouldn't do anything. But how could he.? He was fearing loosing the one who grounded him. The one who showed him was it was to love. The one who he called his, who he willing would trade placed with if she could live a happy life.

So he stayed, he sat. And oddly enough, he found himself praying. Maybe not to a god specifically, maybe to no one at all. Just, praying for her to be in his arms. Praying to hold her, kiss her. Embrace her like the world was ending. He just prayed for her.

           When they regrouped, the court rose and sat as the judge came back. It seemed like time came to a halt as he went over his notes. When he finally addressed the court, the defense and prosecution both stood up. As the trial went on, the prosecution's case fell apart further and further. 

          “Let me ask, you were born in hydra correct.?” The prosecutor asked. He was clearly nervous, trying so hard to keep his case together.

           “Yes.” She said, her voice quiet. "My mother was paid to have me born there, to be raised there." She said, a soft murmur through the room.

           “You've never really known a real life, why would a life in prison be any different.” He asked. She sighed and looked down a moment before a small smile spread across her lips. 

            “You think I haven't known life, but for the last few years, I've lived with the only family I've ever known. And call them what you will but whether its dancing with the girls or being the judge of an arm wrestling contest or having karaoke nights. I've known love and friendship more deeply than anything. And even if i end up spending my life in prison..” she said, looking up and finding his gaze. “I'll never forget what it felt like to have them,” She said.

            The jury was back in that room for what felt like forever. She felt herself wanting to crawl out of her skin. When they finally came back, she waited there. Her life hung on the line, she felt like she wasn't in her body anymore. Like she was watching from behind her eyes. 

             “In the case of the state against the white widow, we find the defendant not guilty. We offer a full pardon and a chance at a life she never got.” The jury said. She felt like she couldn't breathe, the tears coming to her eyes. She stood up slowly, or maybe it felt like it was slow. She was being lead out when he came up to her, his blue eyes meeting hers and his hands taking her face in them. 

             “You're free, doll,” he whispered. She didn't hear it at first. “You're free,” he said again, a soft smile on his lips. She gasped and was back. She was in her body again, she felt the tears slip down her cheeks before melting into his open arms. 

           “We're free," she whispered. And for the first time in their lives, it was true. They were free. His flesh hand laced into hers as he led her out, his metal hand off to push through the crowd. When they got to the private limo, Tony was waiting for them.

"Congratulations, kid. You're now free to live how you wish," he said. That was his form of forgiveness, his way of reliving her of the guilt. When they got back to the tower, they were all waiting for her. She was home. They were home.

They were free.

Epilog...

Steve and Sam stood by the car, the quiet air blowing through the trees. The cemetery was quiet, eerily calm that morning as they waited patiently.

"So Tony found her.?" Sam said. "Who she was at least," He added.

"Yeah, he found her mom," steve said, looking out at the two standing over the grave.

Bucky held a bouquet of flowers, white roses, as she knelt over the stone. She had been staring at the name like she was in a trance. A name shed never known, a woman shed never known. It even had a picture of her, the woman who was to be her mother. She could almost see herself in that picture. Her eyes met Buckys and he handed her the flowers. She placed them on the soft green grass at the edge of the polished rock.

"Are you ok, doll.?" He asked after she stood next to him again. She hadn't looked up from the name yet. Not yet.

"Katerina Petrova, I guess I'm from Bulgaria," she said with a bitter laugh. The wind rolled in, and she wrapped her arms around herself to try and warm herself. Bucky removed his jacket and wrapped it over her shoulders. She smiled at him sweetly, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss.

"Come on, darlin. Let's get back," he said, her nodding in agreement. His arm wrapped over her shoulders as he lead her away, back to the car. As they left, he got a feeling they were being watched but chose to brush it off.

As they drove away, a figure stepped out from the tree line, her dark brown curls slowing in the distance. Her brown eyes watched them as her black stilleto boots dug in the gravel of the cemetery road. She smirked, her sharp pearl white fang peaking through before she was gone with the next roll of the breeze. As if she were never there. As if she never existed.

Notes---

Oh my Bucky Barnes. I had so much fun writing this one, i hope you have just as much fun reading it! Also, let me know if you get the reference and if you think I should do a cross-over fic.

Also also, Thank you to everyone who's read my things I've been posting. It gives me such confidence and gives me my joy for writing back!

I do it for y'all!

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The Cost of Love

Masterlist

All chapters, so far, for The Cost of Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

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The Cost of Love

Previously...

"I hope you enjoy saying my name, doll, cuz you're gonna be screaming it all night," he said, undoing his belt. She bit her lip knowing he would make true to the words he spoke. Her body responded to every touch, every kiss, every rock of his hips. When morning comes, she'll be lucky if she can walk.

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Chapter 13

Y/n woke up the next morning to a note on his pillow. She sat up fearing the worst, reading over it as a smile formed on her face. Her mind heard his voice as she read it.

'Good morning, doll. I didn't want to wake you this morning, meet me upstairs for coffee. -B'

She got up and felt a small ache in her core, remembering the beautiful events of last night. She bit her lip as she remembered how gentle and yet rough he got with her. There was a knock on her door and she got up, throwing on a black bodysuit and spandex leggings before answering it, seeing Wanda standing there with a smirk.

"You guys had sex." She said, matter of factly. Y/n's face turned beet red, making Wanda smile more.

"How did you.. Did he tell you.?" She asked as Wanda walked into the room.

"He didn't have too, he won't stop thinking about it. And neither will you" Wanda said. Y/n felt like her face was on fire, shaking her head and leaving the room.

“We have to get to the meeting,” she said. Wanda follows after her, trying to ask her about it but getting shut down with every question she asks. Y/n was not the type to kiss and tell.

When the girls got up to the meeting room, they saw Fury and Pierce at the front, talking about the new mission. Y/n noticed another person in the room, a blonde girl that she didn't recognize.

"Ah, good of you to join us. Have a seat please," Peirce said. Y/n sat next to Bucky, him handing her her coffee with a smirk and a wink. She smiled back at him, sipping the coffee as the meeting went on. It was the small things, like him remembering her coffee order.

"Everyone, this is Sharron Carter, she will be joining the team and helping with this mission. I would also like to welcome our Eagle-eye back from medical leave, Y/n, please rise" Fury said, gesturing from the blonde to Y/n. Bucky smiled at her as she stood up, everyone clapping around the table. After that they went into talking about the mission.

"This will be an undercover assignment in LA, you will fly out in 2 teams. Y/n and Bucky will be team one, our bait couple. Team two will be Steve, Natasha, Sharon and Wanda. The rest of you will remain here as point and rescue." Pierce said, handing out mission files. "Learn your cover, practice your story, be on the planes in 2 days. Dismissed" The team left the room, the 6 assigned to the mission gathering in the common room.

The mission was to track down a group called The Unbreakable. They have been targeting traveling couples, part of an underground circle. Bucky and Y/n were pretending to be on a honeymoon, to get inside the operation. Throughout the meeting, Y/n kept noticing Sharon staring at Bucky. Just as y/n and Bucky started their way to their rooms, Sharon came up to him.

"When this mission is over, we should get a drink together" she asked, her hand on his arm. She was completely ignoring Y/n standing right next to him.

"No," Bucky said, very simply. He turned to Y/n, before Sharon grabbed him by the elbow.

“Just one drink, a handsome single guy like you deserves it,” she said.

“I'm not single,” he said, his arm around Y/n as he walked out with her.

"That bitch" Y/n muttered when they were in the elevator. Bucky smiled, earning a glare from Y/n . "What are you all smiles about.?" She snapped.

"You jealous, doll.?" He asked, pinning her to the railing with his hands on either side of her waist. Her face turned red as she could feel his body head.

"Of.. course not.." she whispered, looking at his lips. His lips pressed to hers in a heated kiss, his hands grabbing her hips.

“Good, because I'm all yours, doll.” He said, looking into her eyes. She smiled and traced along his jaw. When the doors opened, he hooked his fingers under her thighs and picked her up. He smiled at her and carried her to his room, locking the door behind him.

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The Cost of Love

Previously....

Bucky relished these last three days alone with her. He loved these moments with her, late night movies, morning coffee talks and afternoon naps. He knew it would stop when the team got back, they'd probably go back to fighting again, she'd go back to hating him. It felt almost ironic when the team got there early. Y/n was beyond happy, welcoming them all back, but Bucky felt bittersweet.

"I feel like a party," Tony said, and a party he threw.

⚠️Warnings ⚠️

Mature themes!! 18++

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Chapter 12 

   Bucky watched her in the crowd from the top railing, Y/n dancing and laughing in that long open back burgundy dress. Her dancing partner, Wanda, had slipped away to be with Vision. Now she danced alone, practically begging to be swept away in someone's arms.

       "You just gonna let her dance all alone out there?" Steve asked, coming up next to Bucky. He didn't turn, his eyes remaining on her. 

        "I haven't danced since 1943" Bucky said, more to himself. Truly, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and claim the dancefloor as theirs.

        "Look, from the leading expert on waiting too long, dont," Steve said, patting Bucky's shoulder before leaving. Bucky looked and saw Y/n wasn't dancing anymore, instead on her way toward the bar. 

         "Blue island please, Nat" Y/n asked, sitting down at the bar. She let out a soft sigh, resting her elbows on the counter. 

         "Tired of dancing.?" Nat asked, pouring the drink for her friend.

         "Tired of dancing alone" Y/n  groaned, sipping on the glass in her hand.

         "I'm sure there are plenty of guys more than willing to dance with you," Nat said, looking at Y/n. "Or is there a specific person you want to dance with.?" Y/n  looked up at Nat who had a knowing look in her eyes. "Speak of the devil" Nat said. 

          "What do you-" Y/n  stopped speaking when she turned and saw Bucky standing there. 

           "Care to dance, doll.?" He asked her. Finally, he'd come and ask her. 

          “I'd love to,” She smiled and let him lead her to the dance floor. His hands took her hips and guided her in rhythm within himself. 

         They danced the night away, laughing and spinning like they were the only ones in the room. He felt like himself again, like the past 90 years didn't happen. Like this was the time he existed in and she was his reason for that existence. He even walked her ‘home’, aka her room, like the gentleman he is. He placed a kiss on her knuckles, his eyes locked on hers.

       "Thank you, for a wonderful night," she said, smiling at him. He smiled back at her, gently taking her face in his hands. His thumbs stroked her cheeks, leaning in and capturing her lips in a kiss. 

     "You're welcome, doll" he whispered, as he pulled back. He turned to walk back to his room, his touch lingering on her face. 

     "James..” she called. He stopped and turned to her, an impish smile on his face. 

    “Yes, doll.?” He asked. 

    “Do you want to come in.?" Y/n asked, her door open as she leaned on the frame. He didn't hesitate before walking over to her and grabbing her face, their lips meeting instantly as they walked backward into her room. The door slid shut behind him, his fingers flipping the lock. 

     “You're mine, darlin,” he whispered in her ear. His fingers undid the top clasp of her dress, letting it slide off to the floor. She was left in just a thong, almost completely naked in front of him. 

     “Make me yours, then James,” she whispered, sliding her hands up his broad chest. He groaned, shrugging out of his suit jacket and letting it join the pile on the floor. He picked her up and dropped her on the bed, white shirt off as he stood over her. His hips were between her thighs, that impish smirk on his lips. 

       "I hope you enjoy saying my name, doll, cuz you're gonna be screaming it all night," he said, undoing his belt. She bit her lip knowing he would make true to the words he spoke. Her body responded to every touch, every kiss, every rock of his hips. When morning comes, she'll be lucky if she can walk. 

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The Cost of Love

Previously....

"Of course I want to, I want to make you scream my name so loud, everyone in New York hears you." He said, looking at her. "I want to touch every single part of your body and implant my touch into your memory. But you are drunk, and I will not take advantage of you like that." He said firmly, his gaze soft as he looked at her. Her eyes locked on his and she bit her lip, nodding in soft agreement. He took her hands in his and started to lead her to the elevator, ending up carrying her instead.

⚠️Warnings ⚠️

Nightmares, Mature themes, 18+

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Y/n woke up with a massive headache, rolling over to see a cup of water with her pain killers. Beside that was a note, all sat on her night stand. She carefully got up and read the note, smiling to herself.

'Making breakfast, take your meds -B'

She took the pain killers and the water before showering off the night. She got dressed in his shirt from the hospital and some black joggers, meeting Bucky out in the kitchen.

"Good morning, doll" Bucky said as Y/n walked in, still drying her hair as she sat across from him at the bar. "Coffee.?" He asked, glancing over at him. She smiled at him as he poured her a cup and handed her a plate.

"I didn't know you knew how to cook," she said, looking at the pancakes and bacon. The smell alone was incredible but the look was even better.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, doll" Bucky said, smirking at her.

“Oh, is that so.?” She asked. He smirked at her tilting his head to the side slightly. After breakfast, they got into a little kitchen sink soap battle. It started when she put her plate in the water and the bubbles splashed up and hit Bucky's nose. She laughed out and apology before he scooped up some bubbles and put them on her nose.

“Oh it's on barnes!” she said before she splashed the water at him. He looked at her incredulously, before he tackled her into his arms. His fingers began to tickle into her sides and she squealed and tried to get away. “James.. stop.. I'm sorry..” she gasped out between laughs. He kissed her cheek before they ended up on the couch.

"Steve said they are just about to wrap things up on their side. They should be back in a few days." Bucky said, sitting next to Y/n on the couch.

"What are we watching.?" Y/n asked him. He shrugged and leaned back into the couch. She laid against him, moving his metal arm to wrap around her.

"Whatever you want, doll," Bucky said. She put on Supernatural and laid her legs on Bucky's lap. His hands absentmindedly rubbed the skin just under and above her knee, her soft plush thighs under his finger tips.

Bucky knew she passed out a while ago, but he couldn't bring himself to wake her from her peaceful slumber. But eventually, nature's call had him carefully sliding out from under her. She was out hard, laying out on the couch as Bucky snuck away. When he was coming out of the bathroom, he heard her scream. Panic set in.

"No! No! Get off, get off!" She cried out. Bucky rushed out to see her thrashing around on the couch, rushing to kneel down next to her.

"Hey hey, it's ok, it's ok" Bucky said, gently trying to wake her from the nightmare. She jolted awake, looking around frantically before her eyes met his. She was back, she was with him. She hid her face in his chest, the sobs coming out broken. "Shh, I got you, doll. I got you" he cooed, rubbing her back slowly. He pulled back slowly, looking into her eyes.

"I thought… i.." she said, trying to catch her breath. He stood up and sat next to her, pulling her into his chest. Her ear was on his chest, his soothing heartbeat lulling her into a calm breath.

“You're safe, I'll protect you with my life,” he told her. She nodded, letting him pick her up and get re-situated. Her back was against his chest, his arms around her waist. He put the show back on before letting her get comfortable.

Y/n on Bucky's chest with the tv still on. He stirred awake and looked down at her, kissing the top of her head.

"Should we head to bed.?" He asked. She nodded and they got up, turning the tv off. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw Bucky staring at her.

"James.?" She said, before he grabbed her by the sides of the face, as his lips captured hers in a heated kiss. Their lips moved together in perfect sync as he picked her up and pinned her to the nearest wall. Her fingers slid into his hair, her leg hooked over his hip. Just as he was about to slide his fingers on her skin, the lights suddenly flicked on. Bucky pulled back first, looking around the empty room confused and ready to kill. Y/n bit her lip and looked at the light switch behind her on the wall Bucky just pinned her against. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, but when he did, the two of them burst out into laughter.

"Are you tired, darlin.?" He asked. She shook her head no at him, earning a smirk from him.

"Let's have a horror movie marathon" Y/n said, her eyes lighting up. He agreed, helping her set up the living room to be a lounge area for them.

Bucky relished these last three days alone with her. He loved these moments with her, late night movies, morning coffee talks and afternoon naps. He knew it would stop when the team got back, they'd probably go back to fighting again, she'd go back to hating him. It felt almost ironic when the team got there early. Y/n was beyond happy, welcoming them all back, but Bucky felt bittersweet.

"I feel like a party," Tony said, and a party he threw.

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The Cost of Love

Previously

An hour later, she was dancing and laughing and partying with her friends. Bucky kept monitoring her to make sure she didn't mix the alcohol with her meds. She danced that night as if she didn't just spend 3 days in the hospital. Bucky shook his head, watching her from the bar. Her eyes met his as she danced with Wanda and Natasha, a glint of something hidden. Shaking his head, he realized she'd be the death of him.

⚠️Warnings ⚠️

Drinking, mature themes, 18+

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The first few days were slow, Bucky being a complete bore. He was so focused on her recovery, meaning there was nothing for her to do but get better. Which was boring, to say the least. So here she sat, deciding to get to know more about the man she'd been falling in love with.

"Tell me about yourself, Bucky," Y/n asked, sitting down next to him. She was drinking grape juice from a wine glass.

"What do you want to know.?" He asked, sipping his drink.

"You were in WWII?" She asked.

"Yea, in Germany" he said.

"So, you're a super soldier like Steve.?" She asked, he nodded while sipping his drink. "But you weren't frozen in ice with him.. so how did you live this long.?" She asked him.

“It's a long story,” he said. He finished his drink and got up, walking to the bar.

"Was it hydra.?" She asked, making him stop dead in his tracks.

"How do you know hydra?" He asked, turning to her. Things started to make sense. Her nightmares, her training, her super soldier abilities.

"So it was them?" She asked. He didn't answer her. He turned back around and went to the bar, grabbing a bottle from behind the counter. "They did the same to me, plucked me right out of basic in '62. When my body didn't reject the serum, they iced me" she said, looking at her hands.

"You don't have to talk about it doll, I know what kind of hell that is. You're safe now," Bucky said, sitting next to her. She looked into his eyes, seeing the pain he hid in them.

"Why don't you talk about it.?" She asked, knowing he must have been through hell.

"I did a lot of bad things, things I'm trying to make up for today. Those things have a way of haunting you if you let them in." He said, looking at his metal hand. She slid her hand into his and his eyes shot up to meet hers.

“We've all got demons, we've all got blood on our hands.” She whispered, her body instinctively moving closer.

“I want you to know I'd never hurt you, doll,” he said, reaching up to tail his fingers along her jaw.

“I know. I trust you, James," she said, her eyes meeting his. His jaw clenched slightly, feeling a fire in his chest at her saying his name. She seemed to notice the effect his name had on him, planning to use it as her secret weapon.

The team had been gone for a week now, and Bucky could feel his restraint being tested. Plus a certain someone wasn't helping. She was clearly feeling the tension in the air, the one that had been building inside of them. It was ready to burst. But when he refused to make a move, she had to get creative.

Just the other day, Y/n was eating ice cream in the kitchen. She sat on the counter, in low cut sleep shorts and a bralette cami with the carton in one hand and spoon in the other. Her outfit alone was enough to get his blood flowing, but then the ice cream just had to melt. He watched it drip down her chin and onto her chest.

“Everything ok, James.?” She asked, her voice feigning innocence. His jaw clicked and he tilted his head before walking over to her. His hips pushed her knees apart, his eyes locked on hers.

“You're making a mess, doll,” he whispered before dipping his head a bit, his warm tongue licking up the stipe of ice cream off her breast. A soft noise came from her and his eyes met hers again.

This wasn't the only incident like this, the two of them continuing to work each other up one time she showered in the gym instead of her room, when she knew this was the time he worked out. He was mid lift when he nearly dropped the weights, seeing her walk out in just a towel. But he had prepared for her, sitting on the bench in just his workout shorts. His chest was covered in sweat, his muscles rippling under the weight of the dumbbells.

Or her whispering his name the morning as she passed by him and grabbed a cup of coffee. Bucky swore he could see that little smirk she had every time she did it. He leaned into her ear, his soft warm breath hitting the shell before he grabbed her pain meds for her.

“Don't forget to take these, darlin,” he whispered, gently placing the bottle in her hand. His fingers slid up her arm as he left the kitchen.

Today, when he walked into the living room, Y/n was drunkenly dancing to loud music on the coffee table. She was in a short burgundy dress with her back exposed and leaving little to the imagination. She had a bottle in one hand, her bare feet wet from the liquid that slipped down her chin and chest. God, if she wasn't drunk.. Bucky turned off the music and she snapped out of her haze.

"You threw off my grooff" Y/n said, swaying a bit. Bucky took the bottle from her hand and set it down before he scooped her up in his arms.

"You're not supposed to be drinking on your pain medication." He said, setting her on the couch. She huffed out, watching him bend over beside the table.

"I didn't take them today, I wanted booze," Y/n said, pouting as he cleaned up the mess on the floor. "I'm bored, James, come entertain me," she said, slowly, catching his attention. He looked at her and swallowed hard, her cleavage practically falling out of her dress and her legs inches from his head. He looked up at her and saw the drunken haze in her eyes.

"No," he said, standing up. His voice was gentle but firm. She bit her lip and reached forward to his waist band, her fingers pulling at the fabric.

"I can see you want to" she whispered, sliding her hand toward his crotch. He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet. He placed a hungry kiss on her lips, tasting the alcohol before he looked into her eyes.

"Of course I want to, I want to make you scream my name so loud, everyone in New York hears you." He said, looking at her. "I want to touch every single part of your body and implant my touch into your memory. But you are drunk, and I will not take advantage of you like that." He said firmly, his gaze soft as he looked at her. Her eyes locked on his and she bit her lip, nodding in soft agreement. He took her hands in his and started to lead her to the elevator, ending up carrying her instead.

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The Cost of Love

Previously..

"I can't lose you, doll," he whispered, looking into her eyes. His hand cupped her face in his hand and looked into her eyes.

"You won't," she said, reaching up to hold his face. He quickly closed the gap between them, his lips molding perfectly with hers. “Will you lay with me.?” She asked. He simply nodded, the restless nights finally taking a toll on him as he let himself relax a bit. She made room on the hospital bed for him, him carefully maneuvering his body into the bed next to her.

⚠️Warnings ⚠️

Alcohol, parties, medical

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Bucky stayed with her all night, holding her carefully but close all night. Her body fit so perfect against his and for the first time since hydra, he felt normal. Like he had meant to be here the whole time, like she was his destiny. When the sun had barely graced the horizon, bucky slid out of bed without waking y/n. He worked on gathering their things for discharge.

“Good morning,” Clare said, walking in. She brought with her a wheelchair, y/n arching an eyebrow.

“Yea, that's not happening,” she said. But one look from Bucky had her rolling her eyes and reluctantly sitting in the chair. Bucky drove them home, earning him a side remake from y/n.

“You know how to drive.?” She laughed. He gave her a look from the side, before rolling his eyes.

“We did have cars in the 40s, doll” he said, amused. She hummed and messed with the radio while he drove to the tower.

"Welcome home!!" The team cheered as Bucky rolled her out of the elevator. They had a banner and streamers and party stuff. Y/n rolled her eyes, standing up out of the wheelchair, Bucky walking behind her in case she fell.

“Welcome back,” Steve said, welcoming her with a hug.

“Look at you, got the wheelchair and everything,” Sam said.

"Least I can take a bullet and keep on coming" she said. Tony went to pour her a drink, when he stopped. He looked like he had remembered something, going to the fridge for something.

"You can't drink your pain medication. So, here's a Capri sun, kid." he said, and handed her the juice pouch.

"Awe, you're giving me your last juice. I didn't think you shared your stuff.?" Y/n said, grabbing the juice from him. Everyone laughed at this as she happily sipped through the straw.

"But, on a more serious note. You will be on medical leave until you're fully healed. That means no missions, no undercover work, and no competitions" Steve said pointing at Bucky who raised his hands defensively, though he had that mischievous smirk.

"And there it is.." Y/n said, sarcastically. "So what am I supposed to do then.? Be useless.?" She asked.

"Y/n, sit down." Tony said. She looked at Bucky, who nodded and she sighed and sat in the armchair. "We talked to Adam, his real name is Stalis. Thanks to you, we were able to arrest him and track down his organization. Now while you heal up, we're going to put your hard work to good use. You did good, but now you need to recover" Tony said, all joking aside.

"Ok, can I help from here.? I can watch satellites or-" Y/n started saying before getting cut off.

"No, you will be focused solely on recovery. Buck will make sure that's what you're doing too" Steve said.

“So he's my babysitter.?” She asked, incredulously.

“I prefer bodyguard, doll,” Bucky whispered in her ear.

“I get it's hard, but you need to heal. This should only take us about a week.” Steve said. Y/n nodded before standing up.

“Anyway, isn't this supposed to be a party.? Let me go get washed up and in an hour we will party like it's 1999.” she said, walking over to the elevator. Bucky followed her and made sure she was safe.

An hour later, she was dancing and laughing and partying with her friends. Bucky kept monitoring her to make sure she didn't mix the alcohol with her meds. She danced that night as if she didn't just spend 3 days in the hospital. Bucky shook his head, watching her from the bar. Her eyes met his as she danced with Wanda and Natasha, a glint of something hidden. Shaking his head, he realized she'd be the death of him.

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Previously..

"Let's get you cleaned up, Buck, she's gonna be fine." Steve said, helping his friend up. Steve had to practically drag him, as he still refused to leave. After washing his hands and getting a change of clothes, he was back to the waiting room. He'd even brought a change of clothes for her, her favorite pair of sleep short and one of his old shirts. 

⚠️Warnings ⚠️

Hospitals.

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Y/n was blinded by the bright light, an overwhelming pain in her abdomen. Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to move around. She groaned and tried to sit up before someone pushed her back down gently.

"You're still healing, doll." A familiar voice said. She knew that voice, relaxing a bit.

"Is Adam.." Y/n began to ask before Bucky cut her off.

"He's in prison, being questioned by Steve and Tony right now." Bucky said, watching as she relaxed into the hospital bed.

"What happened.?" She asked, opening her eyes to look at him. His eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles underneath.

"He drugged you, then tried using you as a distraction by shooting you.." Bucky said his voice low. Y/n looked down and saw the bandages around her waist. she was a super soldier though, she heals faster than usual.

"How long will I be in this bed.?" Y/n asked, looking down to see his metal hand gently wrapped around hers.

"I'll go get the doctor to look you over," he said, standing from the chair. He left the room, an imprint of him still on the chair, as if he'd been there all night and just barely left. On the little table next to the bed was a little blue paper flower. A moment later Sarah ran into the room and hopped up onto the chair eagerly.

"Mommy, hurry, she's awake!" Sarah called, "Mommy said you were injured and she saved you." Sarah said and then Clare walked in with a clipboard and stethoscope.

"You're my doctor.?" Y/n asked with a smile. Clare smiled back at her as Bucky walked in.

"I am, you should be cleared to leave tomorrow morning. We want to keep you one more night now you're awake, just to make sure everything is all good." Clare said.

"Wait, how long was I asleep.?" Y/n asked. Bucky looked down, a pained expression on his face.

"Well, with the massive blood loss and the strong sedative that man gave you.." Clare was saying.

"How long.?" Y/n asked, her voice firm.

"You were asleep for 3 days.." Clare said. Y/n looked from her sad expression to Bucky's pained one, not believing what she heard.

"3 days.?" Y/n asked, incredulously. “I'm a super soldier, I heal faster than normal humans, how bad was the wound.?” She asked, sitting up. Her head felt like it was spinning.

"You should just relax, I know all this can be really confusing. Just try and get some rest and we can see about going home tomorrow." Clare said. Y/n nodded her head, before Sarah and Clare left, Sarah waving at Bucky as she left. He didn't look up, he couldn't stand seeing her in that hospital bed, bandaged and bruised.

"James.." she whispered, his eyes looking up at her finally. She finally got a good look at him, his eyes were bloodshot and there were dark circles under them like he hadn't slept. His shirt looked disheveled as well as his hair, probably due to dragging his fingers through the dark locks the last 3 days.. "You stayed by my side?" her voice was so quiet, she was surprised he heard her.

"The whole time.." he said, walking over and sitting back in his chair. His hand gently slid into hers, his eyes locked with her.

"Why..?" She asked, not accusing but genuinely curious.

"I was supposed to protect you, doll. You got hurt because.. I couldn't get to you in time. If I had been there sooner.." he said, looking down. He could still see the stains from her blood that night.

"I could be in a grave right now instead of holding your hand" she whispered. His eyes met hers and she saw the pain in his eyes. “I'm alive, because of you,” she said. His eyes looked almost teary as he stood up. Leaning over her, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I can't lose you, doll" he whispered, looking into her eyes. His hand cupped her face in his hand and looked into her eyes.

"You won't," she said, reaching up to hold his face. He quickly closed the gap between them, his lips molding perfectly with hers. “Will you lay with me.?” She asked. He simply nodded, the restless nights finally taking a toll on him as he let himself relax a bit. She made room on the hospital bed for him, him carefully maneuvering his body into the bed next to her

[thatonexreader]

The Cost of Love

Previously..

"Ok, well we've got our plan, everyone on comms" Steve said. They had a plan, now it was to put it into motion. And hopefully not get caught along the way. Y/n, Nat, Wanda and Bucky spent the next 3 days flushing out their back story, the two girls noticing the new tension between Bucky and Y/n.

⚠️Warnings ⚠️

Guns, gunshot, alcohol, being drugged

Masterlist

Chapter 7

It was the night of the party and everything was going according to plan. Tony made a huge speech with Natasha and Wanda while Aria sat off to the side with Bucky. He kept eyeing her in that black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Adam had shown too, watching the whole scene from the bar. Most of the party goers were S.H.I.E.L.D members, others were likely partners of Adam's

“And so, we are proud to be supporters, sponsors and donors to Rushman Industries!” Tony said, bowing his head forward. He invited Natasha up to the podium for her speech, y/n nervously fiddling with her hands. What if she messed up.?

“Thank you again, Mr. Stark, it is an honor to have our dream realized.” Natasha said, holding a hand out to Wanda. She came and joined her. “It was a dream of ours, and our parents,” Nat said, looking at y/n, a silent invitation. Her hands dotted together in front of her, before Bucky slid his hand into hers.

“We would like to invite the brilliant scientist behind it all to join us,” Wanda said, Y/n's cue. Bucky nodded at her and she took a deep breath and walked up on the stage.

“Thank you, this project was a tough one, but tonight is a moment for the history books.” She said, raising a glass in toast. The rest of the room toasted and the party emensed. Y/n went to make contact, pretending as if she were merely heading to the bar for a drink.

"So this was your big secret.?" Adam asked, walking over to her.

"Yeah, Mr. Stark is very serious about his business investments,” Y/n said as he handed her a drink. Maybe it was the rush of the mission or the speech, but she'd forgotten; Never take a drink offered by the enemy.

Y/n raised the glass to her lips, feeling the liquid hit her throat. She swallowed hard and the realization hit her.

"Cheers to you, Y/n." Adam said, raising his glass to her. He smirked at her as the room began to spin.

"Did you.. put something in my drink.?" She asked, slowly losing her strength.

"Let's go for a walk," Adam said, grabbing the glass from her hand. He wrapped one of his arms around the small of her back.

"No." She said, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. "You drugged me.?" She asked, trying to pull out of his grasp. He shouldn't have been able to over power her, she was a super soldier. She should've been immune to any kind of drug he could've given her.

"Just a light sedative. Just to stop you from grabbing my gun." He said, leading her out the side door that lead to the back hallway. He seemed slightly surprised at her ability to fight back still, having to hold onto her with both arms in the hall.

"Let me go" Y/n said as she struggled to keep her knees from buckling.

“You really are a super soldier, aren't you.? That sedative would have knocked a normal girl on her ass.” Adam chuckled. She had to fight back but all she could focus on was staying on her feet. When they were in the hall, he pointed his gun into her side. "It's time for my big secret, my name isn't Adam." He whispered in her ear, his voice taunting.

“You won't get away with it,” Y/n said.

“Maybe, but you have no idea what you stumbled into, darlin',” he said, his voice low.

"Let her go!" Someone yelled, Adam turning them around. Y/n stumbled as Adam dragged her in front of him to hide the gun he had at her back. Bucky stood at the end of the hall, his suit sleeve gone to free his metal arm.

"Ah, James, is it.? She's just tired, I'm just taking her to bed" Adam said, holding Y/n up against him.

"Let. Her. Go." Bucky said, pointing his gun at Adam.

"Pity, I guess her blood will be on your hands." Adam said. He pushed Y/n forward towards Bucky, pointing his gun at her and pulling the trigger. Bucky's eyes went wide, dropping his gun and rushing to catch Y/n before she fell. He looked down at her in his arms, blood soaking up the side of her dress. Bucky desperately held his hand over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Freeze! Don't move!" Steve yelled as he came up behind Adam. Bucky felt like he had stopped breathing, his eyes locked on her e/c eyes. Everything felt like it was happening around him, just he wasn't in his body. Like it wasn't his body, the whole way to the emergency room. Even watching them wheel her back. Steve had to hold him back, not wanting to leave her side. He looked down at his hands, soaked in her blood, it was on his shirt and his pants. Her blood was on his hands, it was soaked into his pores.

"Buck.?" Steve said, drawing him from his thoughts. He didn't look up, though, just kept staring at the crimson that was staining his hands.

"I should've been faster, he told me her blood would be on my hands." Bucky said, his voice quiet. “I should've been right by her,” he whispered. If she died, if she didn't make it, he didn't know what he'd do.

"Let's get you cleaned up, Buck, she's gonna be fine." Steve said, helping his friend up. Steve had to practically drag him, as he still refused to leave. After washing his hands and getting a change of clothes, he was back to the waiting room. He'd even brought a change of clothes for her, her favorite pair of sleep short and one of his old shirts.

[thatonexreader]

The Cost of Love

Previously..

"Where are you going.?" Tony asked, looking up from his screen. A moment of silence before he answered.

"Out," Bucky said, not looking back. When the elevator doors closed, he let himself wonder. Did she mean to text him that.?

⚠️Warnings ⚠️

Masterlist

Chapter 6

Y/n sat across from him at the coffee shop, her hair pulled into a ponytail. Her hands held her cup firm in her hands and a fake smile on her lips.

"So, what did you say your job was again.? I mean, Nat and Wanda own their small business together. But what about you.?" Adam asked, looking her up and down.

"I told you, I work with them. All three of us." She said, looking around the crowded coffee shop.

"Yes but doing what, you never talk about it. I'm just curious and all, you know my job" Adam said, smiling. He reached over and wrapped his hands over hers on her cup. "I just want to get to know you."

"I-" Y/n was cut off by someone standing next to the table. Adam pulled his hands back and Y/n felt a small sense of relief.

"We're late already, it's time to go" Bucky said, his eyes on Y/n. She looked relieved that he got her s.o.s. text.

"Ah, James is it.?" Adam asked, getting out of the booth.

"Am I interrupting something.?" Bucky asked, looking at Y/n.

"Actually, yes. Our date, so if you would" Adam said. Bucky squinted at him, almost daring him to say something.

"I wasn't asking you." Bucky said, his hands clenched in his pockets. Y/n got out of the booth and stood behind Bucky, her hand on his arm.

"James, you said we're late.? We should probably get going then," Y/n said, his eyes falling to her. there it was again, his name on her lips like it belonged there.

"Yea, let's go." He said, still staring at Adam. Bucky turned to Y/n and led her out of the shop, still aware of Adam watching them.

"Somethings not right about him." Bucky said when they were outside. Y/n didn't answer. "He's gonna break your heart, just like the others." Bucky said. Y/n still didn't answer, like she wasn't listening or didn't hear. Bucky pulled her into an abandoned corner shop and pinned her against the wall.

"What is your problem.?" Y/n asked, shoving him away.

"My problem.?" Bucky asked, getting up close to her. "You sent ME a text. You could've texted Steve or Nat or Wanda, but you texted me." Bucky said.

"He could've known Steve as Captain America, and neither Nat nor Wanda can tell that anything is wrong with him. He's part of something big, I just know it" Y/n said, a look of confusion washing over Bucky's face.

"So what have you been doing? You've been spying on him then.?" Bucky asked.

"Yes, but I think he's onto me now." Y/n said and looked down. "I pushed too hard for questions," she said.

"That was stupid, reckless and dangerous. What if he found you out sooner.?" Bucky asked.

"It was worth the risk," Y/n said, crossing her arms over her chest

"Not if it costs you your life!" Bucky yelled, slamming his fist into the wall. She didn't flinch.

"What does it matter to you what happens to me, huh? Why does it matter if I get shot or hurt or die?" Y/n asked, getting up into his face.

"Because I can't lose you!" He yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders and pinning her to the wall. His words hung heavy in the air. A second passed that felt like a year before his lips were on hers in a heated, passionate kiss. Y/n was honna pull away, but his lips felt perfect against hers. She melted into the kiss, wanting the moment to last an eternity. His body pressed against hers, perfectly as if they were made for each other. His hands on her hips, as her fingers gripped onto his shoulders. The cold wall on her back was a stark contrast to the warmth of his chest against her. He pulled back first, needing to catch his breath. His forheadrested on hers, his body still firm against hers with his hands on her hips.

"James, I.." Y/n started before his phone began to rang. He groaned and picked up the call, still close to Y/n to where she could smell his cologne. Like rustic metal and burning wood.

"I think you were right about Y/n's little date, we need to find her and get her back to the tower." Steve said through the phone.

"She's right here, we'll be back shortly." Bucky said, hanging up the call. "Looks like you were right about not trusting Adam, doll" Bucky said, looking at her in her eyes. She felt her face heat up at the nickname before following him out. Her body felt cold without his.

An hour later they were all discussing how to handle this situation, Adam was not who he said he was. Tony finding a sealed file that revealed his true colors, one of his background check programs had pinged it as urgent. It turned out he was part of an underground market for female slaves, training and brainwashing women to be the perfect companion. During the briefing, Y/n couldn't focus fully. That moment in the abandoned shop kept replaying in her head. The kiss, his hands on her hips, his words before-hand, him. She looked up and saw him sitting back in his chair across the table from her. His eyes met hers for a second before she quickly looked away, her face warm. His eyes didn't leave her the rest of the meeting, she could feel them on her.

"So, here's the plan. Nat and Wanda. Your company is for biomechanics, as courtesy of Derrick, the college boy." Tony said, looking at Y/n and holding up an old college book. "Barnes, you will be the first successful patient and Y/n will be the scientist behind it all. This weekend we will throw a party to celebrate the launch of Rushman Industries."

"Y/n, you're going to be our biggest UC, get his attention and get his confession." Steve said, looking at her. Bucky looked over at her and squinted slightly, not out of malice but almost fear. "Buck will be your backup as cover" Steve added, looking at his friend.

"You need to study too," Tony said, handing Y/n the big book on biomechanics. She shook her head slightly, tapping the cover.

"I don't need this, I read all of Derricks books" she said, looking up to see Bucky looking annoyed at the mere mention of his name. "I mean, he wasn't really using them" y/n added, thinking about the blue eyed super soldier across from her.

"Why did you read books on biomechanics.?" Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow. Y/n felt her face heat up, everyone looking at her now. His eyes studied her, her avoiding his eyes.

"Just.. reasons" Y/n said, knowing damn well the reason sat across from her, staring. Bucky looked between Wanda and Y/n for a moment, before shaking his head slightly.

"Ok, well we've got our plan, everyone on comms" Steve said. They had a plan, now it was to put it into motion. And hopefully not get caught along the way. Y/n, Nat, Wanda and Bucky spent the next 3 days flushing out their back story, the two girls noticing the new tension between Bucky and Y/n.

[thatonexreader]

The Cost of Love

Previously..

"Thank you, for today." She said, smiling at him before she went to her room. Bucky absentmindedly smiled as he walked into his room, deciding on a shower after their run. Y/n could get Clare and her daughter off her mind, going to Loki's room to ask him a favor..

Masterlist

Chapter 5

"Do I have to go.?" Y/n asked, groaning a bit. Wanda and Nat have been taring through her closet the last hour.

"Yes, it's a new club and it's girls night out." Nat said, going through Y/n's wardrobe. She was looking for a dress for a club scene.

"We could just stay in and watch a movie.?" Y/n said, sitting up. She didn't feel like drinking, dancing, or boys.

"Since when do you not want to go out and party.?" Wanda asked, sitting next to Y/n. Wanda was right, she usually liked parties and boys. Lately she could only think about her blue eyes though.

"We need to get you back in your groove" Nat said, pulling out a short strappy burgundy dress. "Perfect." She said, handing Y/n the dress.

"Fine, just get out so I can change." Y/n said, trying to come up with some sort of excuse to leave the party early. Maybe fake an injury.

She was at the bar, ordering another round for the girls. She, however, wasn't drinking. Something about the night told her not to drink. Something about the people around her, something in the air. She tapped on the bar top, when someone walked up to her.

"Girls night out.?" The person said. Y/n turned and met with beautiful blue eyes. To the untrained eye, they would draw you in. But she saw it. Hidden away; deceit.

"Uh, yeah." She said, looking at the guy. An uneasy feeling surrounded her, something wasn't right.

"Sorry, that is a bad pick up line isn't it.?" He said, looking sheepish.

"It wasn't the best," Y/n said, smiling a bit. Maybe if she could get close, she could figure out the truth about him.

"I'm Adam." He said and stuck out his hand to her.

"I'm Y/n." She said, shaking his hand. So, they ended up talking for a few hours. She found out he was in the military and FBI, managing to avoid discussing her job. Eventually, Nat and Wanda came up, wondering where their drinks and their friend had disappeared too.

"Oh, I'm guessing these are the girls." Adam said, his eyes drifting between the two.

"Yes, sorry, this is Wanda and Nat," Y/n said. "Girls, this is Adam."

"Ooh, hey Adam." Nat slurred, drunk.

"He's cute, Y/n" Wanda said.

"Ookey. Well, I better get these two home." Y/n said.

"Noo, we're still gonna party" Nat said, before her and Wanda grabbed their drinks and ran off. Y/n groaned, getting ready to go after them.

"Wait," Adam said, grabbing her wrist. "Can I buy you a drink.? Let them go do their thing" He asked, looking at her. Both girls were nowhere to be seen and she knew she alone couldn't get them out, so she allowed him to buy her a drink while she texted the reinforcements.

"You're not drinking.?" Adam asked, seeing that she didn't even touch the glass he handed her. She looked back at him from staring at the door, before looking at the cup.

"I'm supposed to be designated driver." Y/n said sheepishly. "Besides, I'm not really in the mood to drink," she said, turning her head back to the door.

"Are you expecting someone.?" He asked. She turned back to him, his eyes locked on hers.

"Yea, an old friend of mine." She said, biting her lip. Suddenly, Wanda and Nat resurfaced at the bar, ordering another round. Thankfully, Steve and Bucky came in like her guardian angels.

"Let me take you home." Adam asked. He reached forward, grabbing Y/n's wrist as he stood up.

"No, i-" Y/n was cut off by a metal arm grabbing Adam's wrist. He let go of Y/n's wrist as Bucky stepped between them. Y/n didn't know what to do, a million things raced through her mind.

"James, it's ok. Let's get the girls home" Y/n said, remembering his first name. Bucky let go of Adam's wrist and looked at Y/n confused. How did she know his first name.? Why is this the first time she's used it? Why did it make him feel that way when she said it.?

"Yea, come on." He said, going to help Steve get the other two in the car. She gathered her things and made sure she had the girls things as well.

"That's your old friend.?" Adam asked, helping her grab her stuff up.

"We met in the army, it's hard to not look at everyone as a threat after that" Y/n said. Adam nodded, looking at Bucky.

"Well, you keep an eye on those two, hopefully I'll see you again soon" he said, smiling at her before she went to join the others outside.

Adam had become a more regular thing in Y/n 's life, much to Bucky's dismay. He didn't trust a guy he'd only met briefly, something about him was off putting. Another thing was she rarely talked about him too, which was odd cuz she loved gossiping after every single date. Bucky couldn't help wondering if there was more going on.

"Y/n and Adam have been going strong for a few weeks now. It's the longest relationship she's had, and he's in the FBI and ex-military.?" Nat said, sitting on the couch. "Seems like a perfect catch."

"I mean yea, on paper he seems great," Steve said, looking at his best friend who sat at the island. "But what all do we actually know about him.?"

"He has a clean background report, files that say he was in the army and is employed with the FBI," Tony said, with a shrug.

"I don't trust him." Bucky said, getting everyone's attention.

"You barely met him," Nat said. "He seemed like a sweet guy," she said, leaning back in the chair.

"You were drunk when you met him, so was Y/n." Bucky pointed out.

"Actually, she was completely sober." Wanda said. "She didn't even want to go out."

"And yet, she did," Bucky said before getting a text message on his phone. The conversation went on without him, before he got up and went to the elevator.

"Where are you going.?" Tony asked, looking up from his screen. A moment of silence before he answered.

"Out," Bucky said, not looking back. When the elevator doors closed, he let himself wonder. Did she mean to text him that.?

[thatonexreader]

The Cost of Love

Previously..

"Fine, but be ready to lose, old man," she said, scoffing at him. Her eyes didn't meet his as the doors opened.

"In your dreams, kid" he said as he stepped into the elevator.

"Oh, you'll to eat those words Barnes" she said as she got into the elevator with him. A moment of silence passed after the closing of the doors.

"They are perfect for each other." Steve said after a while. There was a hum and nods of agreement.

No warnings this chapter.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

Y/n was behind for a while, her mind clearly somewhere else, still. She got slower and slower, before coming to a stop by the water. Bucky noticed this and circled back to her. Her eyes were locked on the water, her eyes distant. The shadows of the ghosts lingered there in her eyes. They stood there for a moment, a comfortable silence forming as the morning air rolled off the lake.

"Was it a nightmare.?" Bucky asked after a moment. His voice was soft, gentle even. She looked over at him, a knowing look in his eyes and nodded slightly. "I heard you tossing around all night," He said quietly. She looked back at the water, a heavy feeling setting on her chest.

"I'm sorry.." she whispered, looking anywhere but him.

"Why are you sorry.?" He asked, eyeing her confused.

"For keeping you up with my-" Y/n was cut off by Bucky.

"Don't apologize for having nightmares." He said firmly. She bit her lip and subconsciously traced the small scar on her hand. "That's not the only thing on your mind, is it.?" She didn't answer him.

"I don't want to talk about it, Bucky." Y/n said, her voice firm.

"You aren't thinking clearly if you're focused on something else," Bucky said. "You could get hurt that way"

"What does that matter.?" Y/n asked, looking at him.

"You can't help people when you're hurt." Bucky said, turning to her. "If you can't stay focused-"

"I screwed up ok.? I already got hurt, ok.? I already got the lecturer from Tony, Steve and Banner ok, I don't need it from you" Y/n yelled, turning to Bucky. For a moment he didn't say anything, her words hanging in the air between them. He looked down at her, his eyes watching hers for a moment longer.

"Come with me," he said, walking through the park. She was confused but followed him anyway. They ended up at a park, little kids playing everywhere.

"What are we doing here.?" Y/n asked, reasonably confused. When he didn't answer she turned, looking at him. He was looking off in the distance at something.

"Look," Bucky said, pointing to where he was looking. Y/n rolled her eyes but looked to where he was pointing. Y/n gasped as she saw Sarah and her mother at the park. "That little girl gets to grow up, thanks to you. That mother gets to hold her daughter every night, thanks to you" Bucky said. Y/n didn't know what to say, tears forming in her eyes. She felt that weight lifted from her chest. The mother noticed her and Bucky standing there before she led Sarah over to them.

"You were the one who saved my baby girl, right.?" The mother asked. Y/n nodded, unable to muster words. The mother wrapped her in a tight hug, genuine relief in her touch. "Thank you. Thank you so much for saving her" the mother cried. Y/n hugged her back trying not to let tears spill. "My name is Clare, by the way," she said, pulling away.

"Hey mister.?" Sarah asked, looking up at Bucky. "I.. I want you to have this for helping us." She said, handing him a little blue paper flower. "It's for protection." She said, looking at her feet. Bucky knelt down in front of her as Clare dried her eyes and tried to compose herself before facing her daughter.

"This is beautiful, did you make it.?" Bucky asked her, a soft smile on his lips. Sarah nodded and looked up at him, with a little smile and rosy cheeks. "Can you do me a favor and keep this safe for me.? And in turn, it will keep you safe" Bucky said, gently holding the flower out to her in his metal hand. She smiled bigger at him and carefully took the flower in her tiny hands.

"Were you in the army like my dad.?" Sarah asked. "He has a robot leg like your arm"

"I was in the army, that's where.. I got this" Bucky hesitated, but never faltered. Y/n noticed this, wondering what could've happened. She knew he was in the army with Steve and she knew bits and pieces about the Winter Soldier.

"My daddy tells me stories about the army" Sarah said, her voice sweet.

"Sweetie, don't bother the nice man with your father." Clare said. Y/n noticed something in her eyes.

"May we talk.?" She asked. Clare looked at Bucky and Sarah, before nodding and stepping aside.

"What did you wish to talk about.?" She asked.

"Sarah's dad and you aren't married, are you.?" Y/n asked.

"What do you mean.?" Clare said.

"Clare, it's my job to protect the people" Y/n said.

"It's just, my husband wasn't the same when he came back. I know when you come back from war, it changes you but.. he was like a completely different person, in my husband's skin. The things he told our daughter, the things he did.? She was having night terrors everyday. So I moved us across the country to protect her" Clare said.

"I'm going to give you my personal number, and if anything happens, you call me and we will be there in a heartbeat." Y/n said, handing her a piece of paper.

"Thank you so much, for everything, truly." Clare said. Bucky and Y/n watched them go back to the park before they went back on their run. Her mind was a lot clearer now. And she got to see Bucky smile for the first time. She felt like she was getting to see a different side of him, a softer side.

Seeing him jogging so carelessly next to her, it sparked the fire in her chest. She only had one thing to think of now. Beating Bucky Barnes. She raced ahead, feeling the air rush by her as she left him behind. She could see the avengers tower, she could practically taste victory. Her feet wanted to stop, her whole body wanted to stop, but she couldn't. She was almost there; could practically taste victory.

"Yess!" She cried as she got to the tower grounds. "I beat you, I finally beat you old man!" Y/n cheered as Buck ran up to her. She bent over, catching her breath through happy laughter. When she looked up, she saw him smiling at her.

"Good job, doll" he said, making her blush. She stared at him like he had three heads.

"You.. didn't call me kid.?" She asked, almost confused. He chuckled at her before walking inside. She had never heard him laugh before, now she saw him laugh, smile and be super sweet to a little kid? What was going on?

"Hurry up, kid, or you're getting locked out" Bucky said, drawing her from her thoughts as he walked to the door. She quickly ran over to him, knowing he would in fact, lock her out. On the elevator ride to their floor, Y/n decided to break the silence.

"Thank you, for today." She said, smiling at him before she went to her room. Bucky absentmindedly smiled as he walked into his room, deciding on a shower after their run. Y/n could get Clare and her daughter off her mind, going to Loki's room to ask him a favor...