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captain-asguard · 9 months ago

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summery: you and bucky have a relationship nobody is aware of. they keep trying to set him up with other women while bucky is trying to avoid them.

pairing: Grumpy!Bucky x Quiet!Reader

warning: SMUT, fluff, bad writing???, swearing

A/N: clearly i have a thing for grumpy bucky but i also have a thing was hidden relationships. you can read the asks for this fic at the lodge's BNB and also here is the steve's story in this universe

“Oh come on Bucky, how long will you stay single? Don't you think it's time you start looking for a partner?” Natasha pointed her knife at Bucky while they were polishing their weapons.

“I don't need anyone, Nat.” Bucky sighs and keeps on cleaning his guns.

“Bullshit!” Natasha stabs the wooden table beside Bucky. “We're all wrung out after missions and we all need a release. You know better than to stay holed up in a room with veins full of adrenaline. If not a girlfriend, get some beneficial partner.” Natasha shrugged.

“You might be doing that, Nat but I really don't need someone. I am happy where I am.” Bucky picks up his guns and arranges them back in their place. He wipes his workstation clean and walks out.

The mission today wasn't that bad but Bucky felt tired. The entire team has been on his case for over two months. How can he convince them that he doesnt need anyone? He's fine where he is. In fact, he is happier than ever and he would never trade this with anything else.

He walks in his room and wearily grabs his towel and sweatpants to take a shower. He turns on the water and stands under it till he hears his bathroom door being opened. He turns on the hot water to the right temperature and shuffles to make space. He hears some rustling and the shower curtain is pulled slightly open. You, very slowly step in and stand under the water source.

“I missed you, doll.” Bucky wraps his arms around you. You nod with a slight blush.

You pull out the loofah and pour the body wash on it. Bucky takes it from your hand and starts helping you clean up. Once you are covered in soap, you turn to Bucky and return the favor. Washing away the grime, dirt and tiredness of the day, you both towel each other dry.

“Bucky,” You point at one of his t-shirts from the wardrobe and look down thinking he might reject what you're asking.

“You don't need to ask me, doll. What's mine is yours.” He pulls a t-shirt on you and kisses your cheek. You nod and blush even more. You shuffle onto the bed and snuggle to your side of the bed, waiting patiently for Bucky to come.

“Tell me about your day, doll. Was it very draining?” he slips into the bed and brings you closer. You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest and nod a yes.

He sighs in content and pulls the comforter up. Your legs are parted and one of them is resting on Bucky’s hips. He kisses your forehead and his metal arm slowly drags to your inner thighs. You weren't wearing any underwear, giving complete access to Bucky, as he plunged his metal middle finger into your core. You gasp and your hold around Bucky tightens. He pulls out his finger and rubs your clit, making you moan in his chest. His hold on your waist tightens as he pushes two fingers in you again and uses his thumb to caress your nub. Your moans and gasps fill the quiet room as you reach the edge. You twist a little and put your hand on your mouth as you come all over Bucky’s sweatpants. You sigh and push Bucky a little, signaling him to grab new sweatpants. He complies and snuggles back into the bed against you.

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The kitchen was lively today. Nobody was on a mission so the atmosphere was very relaxed. But not everyone was relaxing.

“Bucky, come on, go on this date. She's really nice and totally your type.” Sam pushed the topic further.

“How do you know my type, bird brain?” Bucky walked behind the kitchen counter.

You were standing there, making lunch for everyone while Bucky helped. Bucky would discreetly hold your waist or find a way to keep close to you in the kitchen. You were a blushing mess but Bucky didn't mind. As he saw nobody was looking, he kissed your cheek and went to the fridge to pretend as if nothing had happened. You just stood there with eyes wide.

“Let me help out.” Bucky very subtly held your waist and moved you away from the stove and started stirring the soup pot. He knew he had shocked you enough and you needed to calm down.

“She's all goth. You grunt, she stares. It's like a match made in heaven, Tinman. Go out with her. Nat arranged the date for you.” Sam continued and Nat nodded.

You looked up and saw Bucky roll his eyes and shake his head. His hand went to his chest and caressed his shirt before going back to the stove.

“I'm not going anywhere. I've told you before, I do not want to go on dates. I am happy where I am.”

“Too late, Barnes. She'll be waiting for you at the cafe this evening. I've already arranged the date and promised her. You can't back out now.” Nat warned Bucky.

“What the fuck, Nat! I told you I'm not interested. Cancel it. Im not going and thats final.” Bucky slams the stirring spoon on the counter and stomps out of the kitchen but not before subtly nudging you to follow.

“Talk some sense into him. He listens to you. Tell him it is a good idea to meet new people,” Sam pleads to you.

You just shake your head and grab some soup in two bowls. One for you and one for Bucky. The rest of the team gather slowly to grab the soup.

You stop in front of your door and knock. A furrowed eyed Bucky opens the door and side steps to let you in.

You hold out the soup bowl towards Bucky who has turned his back to you. “Bucky?”

Your quiet whisper of his name was enough to melt his brains off. He stands up and takes the soup bowl from your hand, putting it to the side. He hugs you and nuzzles his head in your neck, breathing in deeply. Your hand instinctively wraps around his waist and you start rubbing his back to calm him down.

“They just won't let it go. I'm sorry, doll. I wish I could give a better reason to them.” Bucky mumbles into your neck, sending waves of goosebumps all over your body.

“It's okay. Go.” You try to make him go because you know what it's like to be stood up and you know for the fact that Bucky will stand the girl up.

“I'm not gonna listen to you this time, doll. This is ridiculous. I am not leaving and that is final. Maybe I'll send one of those apology flowers you talk about to her through Happy.” he tightens his hold on you. You sigh. You knew it was pointless from getting him to change his mind.

You just wanted him to go and tell the girl that he is committed elsewhere but he is so stubborn that he won't even listen to what you have to say so you try to pull away to at least have him finish his soup.

“No. stop pulling away.” He sits back on bed with you in his lap, not even letting you go. You giggle and try to make space between the two of you so you can at least grab the soup bowl.

“Bucky, soup.” You manage to release your hand point at the bowls.

“Fine. but only because you are hungry and you made this with so much love.” His stomach grumbles and he makes a face, making you giggle even more.

His frown melts into a smile and he grabs your face, peppering kisses all over it, making you giggle and laugh. “This is why I'm not going anywhere. You are perfect, doll. I love you.”

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“You piece of shit! Did you seriously stand her up? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nat blasted at him and threw a punch at him.

Bucky ducked and svewerd to the side to keep you safe. You were standing very close to Bucky to hide the fact that he was holding your waist. But just as Nat threw a punch at him, he pulled away and moved away from you.

“Are you crazy? You could have hurt her.” Bucky pointed at you while dodging Nat’s punches. “And I sent flowers to say sorry. I told you I am not interested. When I say no, accept it.”

Bucky blocks Nat’s punches with his metal arm and pushes her away. Before she could do more damage, Steve walks in and stands between Bucky and Nat.

“Enough, both of you. This is not a dueling ground. Walk it off, Romanov. And you, Bucky, let's talk.” Steve nods at you and guides Bucky out of the gym leaving you sigh in relief.

That night, everyone had dinner on their own. You weren't very keen on cooking so you, Bucky and Steve got pizza together. They had put on Harry Potter since you loved talking about it.

Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you mouthed the dialogues with the characters. He smiled. Steve nudged Bucky and shook his head with a smile.

Steve loved seeing his best friend so happy. Steve loved you like a sister too. Your quiet and shy nature had calmed Steve in many situations and he was grateful. You had taken Steve’s side during the fallout and helped Bucky without a complaint. Surprisingly Bucky wanted to keep you by his side. Steve saw Bucky open up to you and you accepted him naturally. One day Steve found Bucky cuddled up with you and he knew this was his brother’s happy ending.

“I'm off to bed. Doll, take care,” Steve kissed your forehead. “Buck, please stop fighting with people. And think about what I said, both of you. I know where you come from but think about it before it causes more such issues.”

Steve closed the door behind him as he walked out and went off to bed. You turned off the movie and got up to throw the boxes away. Bucky took the boxes from you and walked out of the room to throw them off while you cleaned up the room and got ready to sleep.

Bucky walked in, took off his shirt and crawled in the bed beside you. “What are you thinking, doll?” He saw your solemn expression.

“Maybe Steve is right.” You whisper quietly, fumbling with the edge of the blanket.

Bucky holds your hand and pulls you close to lie on his chest. “Are you worried? I will do what you want to do, doll.”

“You have been doing what we want, Bucky, but after today, I didn't think it would get this serious.”

“Are you talking about my little tiff with Nat? It worked out at the end. You know that.” Bucky kissed your forehead.

“That and the fact that you got set up on a date. I-i know that you won't ever go but, it-it scared me. I-” Your voice started to waver.

You cried on Bucky’s chest. He lifted your face up and wiped away the tears, kissing your forehead.

“Doll, I get it. That's what made me more angry. They were talking about it to you as well. Trying to involve you in their little plans. I hated that you had to listen to all of that.”

“So? What do you think?” You lift your face and rest your chin on his chest, looking at him.

“Don't tell Steve I said this, it'll get to his head, but he is right.”

You rise up to give him a peck but Bucky pulls you for a deeper kiss. You moan and straddle his waist. He lifts your (his) t-shirt up and throws it on the floor, without letting his lips leave yours. You grind against his clothed erection.

“Didn't wear any panties, doll? My perfect girl.”

He flips you and removes his sweatpants. He aligns himself against your folds and slowly pushes himself in. your back arches on the bed and a loud moan escapes your throat. He flips the pair of you again and gets you on top of him, pushing his cock deeper into you. You slowly start to grind against him, making him moan and hiss. His hands are kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples as he starts pushing himself into you. You start bouncing over him to match his rutting speed.

“Fuck, doll. You're being so good right now.”

You whimper as you get closer to the edge. “Bucky, im gonna-”

“Cum, doll. Ive got us.”

His speed increases and soon you both cum and he fills you up while you're gushing down on him. You pant as your body falls on him. He caresses your back as you both catch your breaths.

He slowly gets up, taking you with him, to the bathroom to clean up. The cleaning up in the shower turns into another session and later you both fall on the bed, naked and exhausted. You pull yourself a little further from Bucky and pull out a dainty gold band from the bedside table.

You hand the ring over to Bucky who chuckles and slips it on your finger. You sigh with content and snuggle into the blanket with Bucky’s chest against your back, all tucked in.

……………….

The New Year’s party by Tony Stark is always iconic and it was just as this year too. You and Bucky came to the party together. Bucky was immediately called over by Tony to meet some people while you made your way to the corner of the room. Steve saw you and stood beside you with beer in his hand.

You look at Steve with beer and giggle.

Steve looks at you and rolls his eyes. “I know. But I enjoy the feeling of the bottle in my hand. Makes me feel normal, y’know.”

You nod and pat his back. He relaxes. You point at his hand and he shakes his head. “Not today.” Steve instantly changes the topic. “Bucky told me about your plan today. I'm here for support, you know that, right?” You nod your head vigorously, making Steve laugh out loud.

Hearing Steve laugh, Bucky turns his head in the direction to see a smile on your face while Steve laughs. He relaxes a little and goes back to the conversation. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not get to you the entire night. Someone either dragged him away or you were occupied with conversation with the teammates, but mostly it was the first reason.

It was time for dinner and you started digging around the buffet table to find your favorites. Bucky subtly joined you and handed him the plate.

“I'm nervous, doll.” He whispers in your ears. You look up to him and his stale blue eyes are staring deep into yours. You look around to see if someone isn't looking and pull him in a very secluded corner. You peck his lips and hug him tightly. He releases the breath he didn't know he was holding and wraps his free arm around you.

“Thank you, doll, I needed it.”

You take the plate from him and walk back to the buffet table and gather more food before moving back to the corner of the room. Bucky looks at you as you go with a bounce in your step. He could tell you were happy with the decision and he smiled.

……………….

People were counting down and Bucky was dragged to the other side of the room. You stood in your corner and tried to find Bucky in the crowd. You could have pushed through but he was too surrounded. You shift from one foot to another. The heels were killing you and Bucky had promised that you'd leave immediately after the countdown was done.

Bucky dodged and stumbled against the crowd to reach you. He heard many women in the crowd saying they had a chance with him and he did not want to give it to them.

Bucky came across one woman who tried to grab his shirt.

Natasha pointed at some woman behind Bucky who would like a kiss but Bucky distracted her

Almost there

Happy New Year!

Your back was to the crowd. A hand slipped around your waist and pulled you around to face your blue-eyed man. “Happy New Year, doll.”

He kissed you deeply. He was pouring out all the adrenaline that had flown into him while reaching you. Your hand cupped his face and pulled him closer. His metal arm held the back of your head to angle it better while his flesh arm held you tightly against his body.

You heard the entire room gasp and then pin drop silence. You needed to breathe so you tapped his shoulder twice. He pulled his lips away from yours and rested his forehead against yours.

“I guess it's time, doll.”

He moves to your side and pulls you closer to him. But before he could get a word out, Sam jumped in.

“You and her? When did that happen?”

“Well, if you would be quiet, I would tell you.” Bucky pulls you to the couch and sits down, taking you on his lap. You try to slide down beside him but his hold won’t budge. “Well, this is a family matter and I assume the rest of you got the message.”

“Right, well, thank you all for joining the party but I guess it ends here today.” Tony starts shooing people away.

Steve comes and sits beside Bucky and you. He slaps Bucky on the back supportively and you smile a little before burying your face in Bucky’s neck out of embarrassment.

“Everyone is gone. Out with it, Tinman.” Sam jumps onto the adjacent sofa with Nat and the rest of the team in tow.

“We're married.” Bucky pulls out his hand from around your waist and grabs your left hand to show off the matching wedding bands.

“What the fuck!!!” Natasha jumps out of the seat and comes close to check the rings.

“Since when?” Tony asked.

“Three years now, right doll?” You nod.

“Three years! Right under our noses?”

“When did you get married? Where? How? What?”

Everyone was very confused with the revelation.

“We met during the fallout and well, i started to fall in love with her. She felt the same and we got married in a city hall in New York.” Bucky explained in short terms. You were still in his lap and nodded to everything he said, supporting his statement.

“But, why were we not invited? We were with you the whole time! How did we not know about this?” Sam almost screamed his head off.

“You werent there all the time. Remember the day Steve sent you all to stakeout? He helped me and the doll get to the city hall and we got married. Captain America as our witness.” Bucky chuckled at the last statement, earning a small whack from you on his chest. Steve just rolled his eyes.

“You knew!” Natasha pointed at Steve who shrugged. “It wasn't my story to tell and I just wanted to see my best friend happy. He was happy with her so I stopped them.”

The discussion went on for almost an hour. Your little stifled yawn caught Bucky’s attention and he got up with you in his arms.

“Alright kids, my wife and I are tired and I have plans for our third anniversary tomorrow.”

“Bye.” You wave at them and slump back in his arms.

“Wait! At Least tell us your anniversary date.”

“It's January 1st. It was dead winter and my wife showed me that I can be happy during the cold too.”

He lets the elevator door shut on everyone’s faces. Seeing a sleepy you in his arms was all he could ask for this New Year.

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captain-asguard · 10 months ago

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Y/n: *flopping down on the couch with a bag of chips* Is stabbing someone immoral? Tony: *eyes glued to his phone* Not if they consent to it. Natasha: *trying to find a movie on Netflix* Depends on who you’re stabbing. Steve: *staring at them like they're all big stupid* YES?!?

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captain-asguard · 10 months ago

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Good moaning. Good morning. Both.

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captain-asguard · 10 months ago

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Dadergy

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captain-asguard · 10 months ago

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do we think best friend!bucky would intentionally try and sabotage your dates until you get fed up and finally agree to go on a date with him

and then at the end of the night he’s buried deep inside of you and you’re clawing at his back and he hopes those marks stay forever in his skin

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captain-asguard · 11 months ago

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Call of Duty Online Live Action Trailer starring Chris Evans

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captain-asguard · 11 months ago

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O, a kiss. Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

Coriolanus (V.iii)

#ShakespeareSunday

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captain-asguard · 11 months ago

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you know when youre watching a tv show and you feel like youre coming to a part that youve seen gifs of on tumblr and it gives you a rush of excitement like oh boy this is what we trained for

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captain-asguard · 1 year ago

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CHRIS EVANS as Jake Wyler in Not Another Teen Movie (2001) Ryan in Cellular (2004) Johnny Storm / Human Torch in Fantastic Four (2005) Syd in London (2005) Johnny Storm / Human Torch in Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer (2007) Mike Weiss in Puncture (2011) Steve Rogers / Captain America in Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) Colin Shea in What’s Your Number? (2011) Ari Levinson in The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)

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that's our boy Mafia!Bucky

Bucky buys you flowers all the time. He loves that look you get when he shows up with a fresh bouquet tied with a neat ribbon, a handwritten card nestled among the vibrant pinks and delicate blues.

When little Bee was born, he got her a smaller version of your bouquet.

"I wanted her first flowers to be from me," he whispered to you, laying them beside your sleeping baby. His tattooed finger tracing over her round cheeks, softer than the petals grazing her arm. "I think she deserves some for being perfect. Like her mama."

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you watched him, his adoring gaze coasting over her like he still can't believe she's finally here.

He hasn't stopped giving the two of you flowers.

Bucky has no plans on stopping either.

The older Bee gets, the more excited when he hands her the colorful bouquet. Her 'tank you Papa' muffled as she buries her face in the flowers to inhale the fresh scent of lilacs.

Then she off to find you, eager to see what you got this month. You admire her bouquet, loving how it fits perfectly in her little hands, the colors matching her favorite outfit. She does the same, declaring yours "so pwetty".

You take a flower from hers, she gets one of yours. And then the bouquets are perfect. You place yours in a crystal vase by your bed, Bee's goes in a dino cup on her desk.

She has no clue that Bucky sneaks into her office and replaces her cherished flowers when they start to wilt. Or that her standards are going to be sky high by the time she's older.

You do though. And you love it. You love how he loves her.

She's going to expect nothing less than the best because that's all Bucky has ever given two of you.

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captain-asguard · 1 year ago

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Sam: How was the honeymoon?

Y/N: Bucky got drunk and tried to destroy our marriage certificate.

Y/N: He said, “good luck trying to return me without the receipt”.

Y/N: I love him.

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Hello

Summary: You’ve given up on love. That is until a stranger walks up to you in a bar, and starts off a chain of events even you couldn’t dream up.

Characters: Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 1.2K.

Warnings: some angst, pregnancy/giving birth, mostly tooth-rotting fluff.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Based off of song of same name by Allie X. Definitely give it a listen. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

It all started with a hello.

In the corner of a bar, you hurriedly swallow down the last of your now room-temperature rosè. Your date had stood you up. Again.

Last week, you’d made arrangements to go out for sushi, and he failed to show— coming up with some lame excuse about work commitments, forcing him to remain at his office. Then he called last night out of the blue asking if you were free, that he wanted to make it up to you. You gave him the benefit of the doubt, and agreed.

But of course, two hours have gone by without a word. After the first forty five minutes, you convince yourself that he’s still just running late— hoping he’s just caught up in traffic and can’t get to his phone. But once the big hand has surpassed ninety minutes, you’re adamant he’s done it again.

What is it with you always attracting these pathetic jockstraps? They either arrive and end up being the most pretentious, sexist creeps known to man, or they just don’t bother to show up in the first place. And that isn’t even counting the string of failed relationships that follow you like a bad smell. Men who, after only a couple of months, realize that commitment isn’t for them. Or maybe you weren't.

This is your last ditch attempt to find someone, in the hopes he wouldn’t turn out to be a complete jerk. After all, he had reached out to you for a reason— maybe he felt something more, a flicker of attraction you hadn’t picked up on yet? But the longer you sit alone, the more it becomes apparent that you’re destined to sit by yourself forever.

That’s how you ended up here, hidden away in the corner of the room, nursing a large glass of alcohol— or five. You don’t pay attention to anyone coming or going after a while, too preoccupied with your own sorrow to notice him enter.

He notices you though. Shielding yourself from the crowd, melancholy fraught in your features. He wonders what your story is— how you put yourself in full view of people, but still managed to remain so closed off.

He studies you as he sits at the bar, choosing the perfect spot to watch you without looking too conspicuous. Every woman that sidles up against him, batting their long eyelashes and flashing him a little too much cleavage, he politely turns down— nothing about them intrigues him. They have everything on show, thus the mystery he seeks is already gone.

Eventually, when he thinks you are getting ready to leave, he takes a chance and approaches you.

You’re unaware of the man’s presence until he’s stepping up to the table, clutching a full measure of amber liquid. And even through the dim light, his sapphire eyes sparkle, and his wide genuine smile almost blindsides you completely.

You half-expect him to ask if someone is sitting in the empty chair opposite you— ready to watch him walk away with it to the gaggle of women eyeing him up at the next table.

Whatever you imagine he’ll say, or what his voice would sound like in the few brief seconds are nothing compared to the deep husk, or the singular word that falls from his parted lips.

“Hello.”

Smoothing out the satin skirt of your dress, you glance at yourself in the mirror— taking in the intricate way your hair has been styled, and the subtle tones of natural make-up framing your eyes.

This is it. The moment you’ve dreamt of since you were a little girl. You should feel terrified that something could still go wrong— he could still walk away, but somehow the reassurance that’s been forged into your skull over the years reminds you, in his voice, that this is forever. Fate has prepared you for this. Fate has led you to him.

You suck in a huge breath before releasing it through your pursed lips, formed into the shape of an O. You can hear your mom on the other side of the door, her voice muffled but raised slightly as she talks to somebody in the corridor.

“You can’t go in there,” the older woman chastises. You don’t hear the response, if any, but a soft knock at the door gives you a pretty good idea of what it would’ve been.

Slowly, you glide over, pulling the door towards you as your heart hammers away inside your chest. For a moment you’re fearful you might throw up on your gown, but the second you catch sight of Steve’s azure gaze, the feeling subsides as quickly as it came.

He temporarily stands awestruck, before muttering, “Hello,” with the same wide grin that had you smitten the moment he approached you in that bar.

“Hello to you too,” you reply, matching his smile with your own.

“So, I was wondering,” he starts, taking a slow step towards you and holds his arm out for you to take, “if you fancied getting married today?”

You reach forward, hooking your arm through his. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He slowly escorts you back the way he’d come, and you catch sight of your mom tearing up as she steps back to allow you to pass, giving you a proud smile.

As you reach the stairs to take you down to the ceremony, you begin to loosen your grip around Steve’s elbow, but he places his spare hand on top of yours, giving you a light chuckle. “Don’t you let me go now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You’re certain the sound of that first tiny cry will stay with you forever— no matter how much time passes or how your memories may dwindle. You’ll hold onto it like the world’s most precious pearl, protecting it with every fibre in your being.

Laying your head against the mountain of pillows behind you, you let your eyes flutter closed for a second, somehow oddly comforted by the muted sound of nurses out in the corridor and beyond, before a deeper, more familiar voice floats amongst them.

“Can I see them now?”

You can hear the anguish in his tone, knowing how desperate he is to make sure you’re both okay after you were whisked away to recovery.

“Yes, of course Mr. Rogers, she’s right in there,” comes a light, friendly reply.

Steve suddenly appears from behind the blacked out door, the worried look etched into his features instantly melting away as his eyes catch yours.

“Hello.”

“Hello Daddy,” you whisper, casting your gaze down at the tiny bundle laid on your chest. Steve moves to stand beside you, and rests his hand gently on your forehead, stroking your temple with the side of his thumb— just like he always does.

“She’s perfect,” he sighs happily.

You glance up, flashing Steve a soft smile, before gazing lovingly back down at the little girl— your precious Pearl— noticing she’s inherited the same beautiful, cerulean eyes from him. “Yes, she is.”

Five years ago, you never would’ve dreamt this is where you’d be.

Steve may have found you sitting alone that night, but there hasn’t been a moment since that he ever left a chair beside you empty.

It’s finally real. I found my fantasy. Remember the day when I heard you say…

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captain-asguard · 2 years ago

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WHAT?!

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OPERATION: FAKING IT ... ?

Description: Surely faking a relationship to improve the public opinion of one beefy super solider known as Bucky Barnes would be the easiest of mission for two well seasoned Avengers? Tony Stark seems to think so & decides to task you with 'Operation: Faking it', but what happens when you realise there might be less faking needed than originally planned?

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Status: Complete

Word Count: 43.5k

Warnings: Fluff, Soft Bucky, Swearing, Angst, 18+, Smut (individual warnings on each chapter), friends to lovers, big adorable man with small puppy.

A/N: Another mini-series for you, I’ve pre-written it all so there will be regular updates, chapters below (anything with the strikeout are not part of the PR Plan, ie these two babies can't stay away from each other) Get ready for cute, fluffy Beefy Bucky, no Alpine BUT there is a puppy.

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Chapters:

A New Kind of Mission

Operation: Coffee ... Snack Mountain & Emergency Ice Cream

Operation: Dinner ... Puppies & A Food Festival

Operation: The Party ... The After Party & Late Night Strolls

Operation: Charity Gala ... A Rescue Mission & Performance Review

Operation: No More Operations.

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3 • Operation: Dinner ... Puppies & A Food Festival | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...?

Description: You & Bucky get closer as your mission progresses, will it be awkward when Tony suggests you do more than just hold hands?

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: Cute Bucky, swearing, suggestive language 18+ (no smut yet).

A/N: I really can't keep my word count down, sorry guys!! Remember kids: adopt don’t shop but for the sake of this story, in my universe there is no such things as abandoned animals & no animal cruelty at all.

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Team bonding night at the tower usually consisted of a movie or games night, Steve insisted on them ‘for morale’, Bucky rarely came but was told in no uncertain terms that now he was living at the tower there was no excuse for his non-participation. You however, always showed up no matter how many times it ended in chaos, superheroes were way too competitive but watching Thor get all sparkly whenever he lost a hand of cards was never not funny because he was a complete himbo & couldn’t play for shit.

Tonight was different, there wasn’t a game or movie in sight & you felt like a zoo animal in an exhibit, all eyes focused on you & Bucky, you showed up hand in hand having met up earlier in the day to work out how you would survive the whole night with them. Evading their questions was becoming your superpower, Nat, Thor & Peter had you surrounded as they bombarded you for information, you just wanted to hang out with your friends but that was proving difficult, Bucky was slumped in an armchair with Sam pecking his head trying to get something out of him. Feeling guilty for roping him into this chaos you walked over to where he was sat, without saying a word he opened up his arms & you unceremoniously plonked yourself on his lap.

As he straightened out allowing you to snuggle into him ie. grasp onto him like a sloth clinging to a tree you reached into your pocket & pulled out your phone; you two had important business to discuss.

You looked up at him. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey Bambi, you havin’ a good night?’ he kissed your temple in a way that had quickly become your norm.

‘Nope, thought they would have gotten over it & got on with games night so we could look at the dogs Tony lined up for us but no, apparently, we’re more interesting to gawp at than the new Star Wars movie or Kerplunk.'

‘Ignore them Doll, let’s get down to business & pick our little guy.’

There was no one else in the room from that moment on, they could have been staring or commenting but it was just you & Bucky looking at the cute little puppies.

‘Oh. My. God please Bucky, please can we have this one, he’s so so fluffy.’

‘Sure doll, whichever you want we can have.’ He wasn’t capable of saying no to you.

‘That’s no good, I want them all. Tony, can we have all the puppies?’ You looked up him & tried fluttering your lashes, Bucky squeezed you chuckling when he saw your attempts at convincing Tony to let you have your way.

‘No, kid, one only.’ He was uncharacteristically quiet, observing the goings on like a king watching down upon his court, particularly fascinated by how close you & Bucky had become. He hadn’t ever had Bucky down as a cuddler, but he resembled more of a memory foam mattress than Super Solider the way he was moulded around you at that moment.

‘No fair.’ You huffed crossing your arms & pouting.

Sam butted in ‘Hold on a sec, you two are getting a puppy, why are you even living in the tower when you have your own places?’

‘We’re moving in together & waiting on our place.’ Bucky spoke not taking his eyes off you or your bottom lip sticking out whilst your eyes were bulging at what he had just said. He held your face running his thumb over your pout before pulling you towards him, you could hear Tony choking on his drink but your focus was completely on Bucky’s lips, they practically grazed yours when he swooped past them to whisper something in your ear, his breathe tickling your hair, nose nestling into you as he spoke, ‘play along doll, if they think I’m telling you all the dirty things I want to do to you they’ll ignore us, ok?’ He punctuated the ok with a soft kiss, right at the base of your neck.

You moaned, a full-on moan & the man hadn’t said anything remotely sexual, you were teetering on the edge of grinding down on him but froze your hips mortified that you had that reaction. When he pulled away from you, you were blinking in slow motion & gulping for oxygen, did he really just say that? Was he really thinking of dirty things to do or is it just for show? You re-entered the living realm when he threw you a wink & you half batted his shoulder with a playful slap, ‘You can’t say that stuff when we are in company Bucky.’

He pulled up your phone again encouraging you to lay back against him scrolling down the screen, ‘how ‘bout this one?’

‘mm he’s so adorable, you need to help me pick, they’re all too cute, he’s yours just as much as mine.’

He continued to scroll until he set eyes on the most adorable white fluffy guy, you guessed he was a retriever, but you didn’t care, you were in love. ‘Ok, well this little guy I like, will keep you safe when I’m not with you too.’

‘I love him.’ You looked at Bucky with the biggest eyes & smiled at his words, ‘our puppy, our little boy, what we gonna call him? Benedict Barnes is cute.’

‘Yeah Doll, that’s cute. Or Benjie Barnes.’

‘hmm, he definitely needs an old man name like his Daddy,’ you playfully poked his chest & continued rolling off cute puppy names.

Bucky was grateful you switched your eyes back to the screen so you didn’t see his head fall back at what you just called him, his knuckles were white from him gripping onto the chair to stop himself throwing you over his shoulder, marching you to his room & fucking you all night. After he cleared his throat & made sure his cock wasn’t pressed anywhere near you he realised he missed all of your name suggestions.

‘How is James an old man name Bambi?’

You shrugged your shoulders, ‘James might not be but Buchanan sure is.’ He squeezed you tightly as you giggled.

‘Hmm needs to go with Gerald too.’ You pondered.

The intrusion into yours & Bucky’s bubble came when Sam couldn’t hold his questions in any longer, ‘Who the hell is Gerald & hold up, why, if you’re moving in together do you have separate rooms here?’

‘You’re very nosey Samuel.’ You narrowed your eyes at him, but Bucky didn’t like how you had leaned forward away from him so pulled you back into his arms.

‘What they do in their own home is their business, but under my roof they are in separate rooms. Hands where I can see them Tin Man.’

You winked at Tony for his very in character fake outburst, Bucky saw it more of a challenge & his hands found their way to your hips shifting you to lie fully on him with your back pressed to his chest & then wrapped his arms around you.

His lips found their way to your ear again, it’s like he found your kryptonite & was sweetly torturing you with his soft lips & deep gravelly voice, ‘What about Engelburt? That’s an old man name’ Bucky whispered. You wiggled in delight, ‘Engelburt, Burt, Burtie, little Burtie Barnes. Eeeee I love it.’ You twisted yourself around to face him kissing him right at the corner of his mouth.

Crawling up Bucky’s chest until your mouth was to his ear you whispered ‘Bambi, Bear, Burtie & Gerald. Our family.’ You plonked yourself on him, chest to chest with your head tucked in below his, you felt so safe as he held you tight & stroked your back slowly whilst he was deep in thought. You could have stayed like that forever.

The word family knocked around in Bucky’s brain as he held you against him, it’s not something he’s had in a very long time, yes, this one included a coffee robot, but the rest seemed pretty perfect, why he said you were going to be moving in together he didn’t know, trying to annoy Sam wasn’t worth the eventual disappointment when he had to move back into his apartment on his own.

You noticed Bucky was a little quieter than usual in the following days, maybe forcing a makeshift family on him was a bit too much, you weren’t actually together you kept having to remind yourself, would he feel trapped by you if he actually met someone? Obligated to spend time with you & the dog you shared? You had always wanted to see Bucky in love & happy but now the thought of him with someone turned your stomach & made you feel hollow, also kind of rage-y thinking of another person with yours & Bucky’s dog.

Instead of spiralling as you normally would & worrying yourself sick at all the make shift scenarios your brain conjured up you decided to take matters into your own hands, it was puppy day nothing was going to bring you down. You picked up your phone to text your super soldier.

Sheer giddiness pulsated through Bucky, granted he was more of a cat man but having a link to you in the shape of a dog was patching the hole in his heart, plus everyone loved puppies. He wasn’t exactly avoiding you since game night more like having to physically tear himself away from you to avoid smothering you & kissing you senseless, he could feel it building exponentially every second he was with you, he was at breaking point when you were wiggling yourself on his lap once you’d finished talking all things puppies as you lay in his arms watching the group finally get on with game night, he found his peace. It terrified him.

The two days of quiet contemplation did him good, normally he would sabotage anything that had to potential to end in happiness & with how he was feeling he knew that if he had a taste of what you offered & he screwed it up, it would devastate him. For once he overruled his fucked-up brain & chose not to run, you were his sunshine, he was ready for this, he knew he could affect you physically when he flirted & was affectionate with you but were you thinking it was all for show & to annoy your nosey friends? He needed to make sure you understood that everything he did was genuine & that he wanted you to be his girl. When he made his way to your room he was buzzing with excitement, a whole day with you was exactly what he needed, seeing your smiley face as you opened the door made his stomach flip.

The journey had seemed endless as you made your way to Brooklyn, Bucky had promised to bring you back to show you his old stomping grounds after he had pointed out a place he used to take girls dancing. You pictured a young Soldier ready to go to war with women hanging off his arms, you felt silly that you were jealous of them but filled with such sadness at never knowing that guy who apparently was a little scoundrel. You walked wrapped around him a little tighter as he told you some of the tales he had managed to recall until you reached the brownstone home, it was beautiful, steps covered in plants, three stories, it oddly felt like home just from looking at it. You were practically vibrating in excitement when you knocked on the big turquoise door, a sweet silver haired woman answered, her kind face welcoming you inside as you introduced yourselves.

As Ms Alice fixed you both some lemonade at her insistence, you were left sitting in the lounge, squished next to Bucky on the mid-century sofa which apparently wasn’t made to cater two adults let alone a super solider & regular-ish size adult, you peered around the gorgeous interior, tall ceilings, panelled walls & wood flooring, it was exactly your vibe.

‘This house is beautiful, you think she’ll let me live with her?’

‘She’ll have to take me in too Bambi.’ The arm he had around you squeezed you further into his side & a kiss was placed in your hair as you wrapped both your arms around him resting you head on his shoulder.

‘You think she takes in strays? Should have made a brownstone part of the deal, I’ll ask Tony if he’ll buy us one later.’ He had no doubt you would & that the answer would likely be yes, even though it was said in jest the thought of living with you, in Brooklyn with your puppy would be too much for his heart to handle.

After Ms Alice had been through all the information you needed & imparted her wisdom about interiors after you mentioned how much you loved her home it was time to meet the puppies. You sat down cross legged on the floor waiting for them, you were between Bucky’s feet & as your legs bounced nervously, he bent down to kiss your head calming you as always.

All of a sudden you heard the patter of tiny paws on the floor & a litter of puppies were let loose in the room, they swarmed you jumping up & climbing into your lap all vying for your attention, Bucky watched on as you delighted in all the puppy cuddles. It didn’t take long to spot your little guy with a distinctive red bow around his neck, as he bounded up to you tail wagging, you scooped him off the floor & you couldn’t help but let out a sob as you held him. You were so happy.

Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave you at any point as you played with all the puppies, you constantly turned around to look at him & ask him if you could buy whichever puppy you were holding, it pained him to say no to you, but one puppy was enough for now. He reached down & picked up Burtie from the mass of puppies surrounding you.

‘Let’s have a look at you little guy.’ Holding the ball of fluff in front of his face he giggled at how desperate the puppy was to give him kisses, he slipped his hand in his coat & clipped a little black collar around his neck.

‘You keep hold of that girl, she’s has a good spirit.’ His face whipped around to Ms Alice who decided to impart a little wisdom on him too having been watching the two of you.

‘I plan to ma’am.’ He placed Burtie back into your arms & placed another kiss on your head. You inspected the collar & noticed the shiny dog tag hanging from it, it read ‘Burtie Barnes’ on one side & on the other ‘If found please return to Bambi & Bucky Barnes 555-1284’.

Experiencing Bucky with your puppy you imagined was akin to a junkie getting their fix, it was like happiness flowing through your veins every second spent in their vicinity, it might not have been planned or PR approved but you couldn’t resist taking a picture of Bucky attempting to look tough with the bundle of love in his arms & uploading it to your Instagram. If the mission was getting the public to see what a softie the super solider currently cradling your entire heart in his hands was, you just succeeded.

Bucky somehow managed to drag you away from the old woman’s house, even though you were still sulking that you weren’t allowed to buy them all, he hadn’t ever seen you as happy. He knew if he ever got his memory wiped again they wouldn’t be able to touch this one, it was imprinted on him in a way like no other, to his bones. All he could see was your beautiful smile, wide eyes & a ball of fluff in his arms. His family, every step he took he grew more protective, nothing or no one would take you away from him, he was determined to give you the life you dreamt of in a Brooklyn mid-century home.

After Burtie’s first subway ride you headed to the food festival, Bucky’s was arm flung over your shoulders & your puppy asleep in your arms, he noticed the glances you were giving him followed by cute little smiles, he wanted to know what you were thinking & if you were happy as he was right now, if he was living in a dream, he would kill whoever woke him up, he was utterly content for the first time in decades.

It didn’t take you long to find some food, the vendors lined up either side of the closed off street & Burtie quickly woke up at the various delicious smells each stall was offering, you chose chicken & avocado tacos with halloumi bites & Bucky reluctantly tried a pulled pork quesadilla & stole most of your bites, according to your super soldier if it wasn’t plain & boiled it was classed as exotic to him.

It was a dream afternoon together trying out various cuisines in an attempt to develop Bucky’s palate completely undisturbed from your privacy invading friends, although in fairness you did kind of ask for it, you poke the bear it will bite back & as much as you enjoyed being plastered to Bucky whenever you were together being creeped on by a spy & a guy in the vents was freaking you out a little so it felt nice to escape the tower for the day.

Being so stuck in your head & distracted you missed the curb & before you knew what was happening you decked it to the floor, rolling your ankle in the process. Being the good mother you were, you sacrificed your ego & intact bones to make sure that every hair on you beautiful puppies body was unharmed.

One minute you were next to Bucky looking like you were in your own world & then the next second you were on the floor, if you weren’t in obvious pain he would have laughed at you holding Burtie up like he was Simba in the Lion King, a film he’s now glad you insisted he watch just to connect the two images. Once he hauled you back on two legs he thought you resembled a new born giraffe trying to walk, when the pain didn’t show signs of easing he didn’t hesitate to crouch in front of you & offer his services as your personal transportation back to the tower.

You gently placed Burtie in Bucky’s jacket zipping it up to make sure he was secure but enough room for him to see out if he wanted, his beautiful little face popping out beneath Bucky’s chin was so adorable you actually stopped a passer-by to ask them if they could take a photo for your scrapbook. You carefully wrapped your legs around Bucky’s waist & rested your elbows gently on his shoulders, which gave your hands-free reign to play with his hair, tickle the puppy or more importantly feed Bucky the churros you insisted he buy you. You made a mental note to show him the film Ratatouille, a tug of his hair & you were living the real-life version, almost.

It was like every second Bucky spent with you somehow made him feel more whole, would there be a point at which he burst? Perhaps, but to be so needed by you, even if it was to carry you around was fulfilling him like he hadn’t felt before. You didn’t need Gerald, he thought, he could be your coffee robot, he had a metal arm so surely qualified at the robot level, he could see you whenever you wanted, first thing in the morning when you were all cute & sleepy, when you were grumpy during that mid-afternoon lull you always had, or whenever you needed a pick-me-up. He could be your pick-me-up.

He wanted to feel needed by you, to be relied on by someone for something other than fighting, as you were playing with his hair he had to stop connecting the feeling of your fingers in his hair with imagining you tugging on it whilst he split you in two on his cock, he wouldn’t be able to walk if you carried on, so the second you saw the churros & like a magpie honed in on the goods he was relieved that your fingers were now occupied; except now each time you ripped a chunk off & fed it to him he wanted to cry. He needed you & needed to be taken care of by you, it would be more than he ever deserved, Winter Soldier or not.

Bucky hadn’t even broken a sweat by the time you’d gotten back to the tower, as was the norm these days everyone was lying in wait for you both to get home. Thankfully today you had a secret weapon to distract them, the most adorable puppy that ever lived, in your totally unbiased new puppy high opinion. After Bucky unzipped the little guy & handed him to Scott he carried you to the kitchen, you could see Burtie was lapping up all of the attention strutting around from Avenger to Avenger like he owned the place, Bucky lifted you onto the counter to inspect your ankle.

‘I think we’re going to have to invest in icepacks the amount of injuries you sustain a week Bambi.’ You giggled & tried to act offended.

‘We’ll get you some as a house warming gift, you’ll need a first aid kit too. Don’t think I didn’t see those new roller blades on my credit card.’ You narrowed your eyes at Tony regretting not buying your new blades via Paypal.

‘Least Bucky will patch me up unlike when Nat lived with me & refused to reset my dislocated shoulder that time.’ You stuck your tongue out at her, if the opportunity arose you never failed to bring that up.

She plucked Burtie up from the floor inspecting him almost as she replied to your taunt, ‘You brought it on yourself, I had already re-set your elbow that morning.’

‘Nat, are you serious?’ Bucky was livid that she would leave you in pain.

‘What’s the definition of insanity Bambi?’ you didn’t miss the tone of the nickname she stole off Bucky.

‘Doing the same thing repeatedly & expecting a different outcome & don’t call me Bambi, that’s for Bucky only.’ You pouted at her, you may taunt each other every waking minute but Nat was like your older sister who reigned you in when needed but always there for a non-dislocated shoulder to cry on.

Pride swelled in Bucky’s chest at you not allowing anyone else to give you the moniker he used but he was still pissed at Nat, how anyone could leave you in pain & not help you, you the sweetest soul was barbaric.

‘Bucky she was using Peter’s web fluid to swing from the rafters in the hanger bay & kept falling every time she missed, which was every attempt.’

‘Oh.’

You looked at him sheepishly, great, he now thought you were dumb. So much for him patching you up all the time. Whilst Nat was being mean he had removed your boot & sock placing a pack of frozen peas on your ankle.

‘Regardless, you don’t leave her in pain, even if she is insane. You should have called me Bambi, not Romanoff’ He booped your nose as he said it & you wanted to kiss him, you never thought you’d find someone who would put up with your idiotic tendencies & offer to still fix you injuries despite them being self-inflicted most of the time.

Yes, you were an Avenger, but you were an accident-prone clumsy Avenger. It’s not like you were the alien fighting breed of Superhero you hung around with, you were silent, stealthy on flat smooth surfaces & tried to use your intelligence to cripple the enemy. You were a hacker, The Viper, with some fighting skills, you just fell over more than your counterparts which always seemed to startle your enemies & usually worked in your favour.

‘You’ll change your mind when I tell you how she got shot.’ You nearly interjected at that, he really didn’t need to know about the incident. At her words Bucky moved himself in-between your legs, caging you face in his hands, running his eyes over you like he was looking for injuries.

‘You were shot Bambi?’ The concern on his features made you want to cry, he looked pained.

You nodded lifting your shirt to show him the scar, his fingers were brushing over it, looking at you intensely, the puddle he left you in just from his fingertips against your skin meant you weren’t walking anytime soon, sprained ankle or not.

‘I’m fine now, promise.’ You wrapped your legs around his waist & arms around his neck to cuddle him.

‘You need to keep your foot elevated, Doll.’

With a mischievous brow wiggle at Bucky telling him to play along you placed the peas on his shoulder, being as graceful as you could manage you manoeuvred your ankle to sit on top, this would shut Nat up & hopefully stop her telling Bucky about the time you accidentally shot yourself. His eyes were wide, he wrapped his arm around your back & slid you to the edge of the counter, your centre now pressed against his hard abdomen with the other leg hooked around his waist. Like any moment with Bucky his hands were clutching your face & his lips were situated at your ear ready to have you melted into the counter at whatever he was about to say but was annoyingly interrupted by the redhead looking disgusted at the sight at your side.

As you suspected, it worked like a charm. ‘Eww you guys are gross, Tony they’re fucking on the counter.’ Nat whined immediately leaving your vicinity.

Without even a glance in your direction he waved his hand like he was decreeing a new law, ‘No fornication on communal furniture kids, Tin Man you better not be violating my eldest child in the same room as me.’

‘So privately is ok?’

Tony’s eyes shot up meeting Bucky’s with a raised brow.

��Noted, excuse us guys we’re going to be busy for the next hour … or two.’

He picked you up from the counter in a fireman’s lift not being able to resist patting your backside.

‘Bucky, Jesus. Put me down.’ Despite enjoying the view of his ass, you were not loving the upside-down view of the world.

‘No can-do Bambi, you’re injured, gotta take care of ya’ he collected your handbag & jacket then plucked Burtie out of Peter’s arms.

As he walked out of the common room he decided on the rest of the night’s plan, ‘You fancy watching a movie Doll?’

‘Sure Bucky Bear. How about 50 first dates? Maybe we could get some tips!’

He laughed as he ran down the hall with you both to your bedroom, once you got all settled & snuggled up you watched a film that you forgot was all about someone with amnesia. You pointed out the irony & Bucky thought it was hilarious once you started apologising about how close to home it was for him but he wouldn’t let you turn it off, he knew he would do exactly the same as the film if you didn’t remember who he was every day.

Natasha observed with increasing curiosity you & Bucky strolling into the conference room hand in hand, she could see Tony & the PR manager waiting for you & wondered why you were meeting with them. Rebecca usually only got involved with the team if Bruce was let loose or if one of Tony’s hook ups were doing a kiss & tell, maybe people were getting pissed at you both being together, stealing focus from saving the world or maybe it was something more, as Burtie tried to gnaw at her fingers she sat patiently formulating a plan to get to the bottom of whatever was going on.

After fixing you & Bucky a coffee you sat down at his side waiting for whatever this impromptu meeting was about, as Rebecca set up her tablet with Tony’s ridiculously complicated interface you twiddled your thumbs.

‘Hey, Bucky?’

‘Yeah?’

‘If you could be any kind of fruit, which fruit would you be?’

He couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous question, where the hell you plucked these thoughts from in your brain he didn’t know.

‘Don’t laugh at me, it’s an actual legitimate question, it’s like a personality test, so if you say tomato you’d be a sociopath or something.’

‘I wasn’t laughing at you Bambi, promise. Just love how your brain works sometimes.’

You were beaming, ‘so what would you be?’

‘uhm … I would be a watermelon.’

You gasped, ‘My favourite.’

‘I know Doll.’

‘What do you think I would I be?’

‘A peach.’

‘A Peach?’

You didn’t see Tony roll his eyes & fake wretch at the completely lame pick-up line which obviously was a swing & a miss, you completely skipped what he was hinting at. You thought of a peach, you loved peaches, sweet, fuzzy on the outside, soft on the inside, with a stone in the centre. Oh. Was that what Bucky thought of you? Your face dropped & he noticed straight away but before he could clarify why & stop you spiralling Rebecca started the meeting.

You sat dejected trying to think over what Bucky had just said, surely, he didn’t mean it like you interpreted, instead of getting lost in your head you decided to let it go until after the meeting & you could ask him. Mis-communication was not going to be your downfall in this operation or friendship, apart from the obvious non-communication about the growing feelings for the father of your dog & coffee robot.

‘So far, the public generally are accepting the relationship with open arms as we predicted, opinion is lifted & the additional organic content you are producing is only enhancing it.’

You lifted your head ‘What organic content?’

‘You were spotted at the movies & food festival, there was also a picture circulating from game night, Steve’s selfie managed to capture you both in the background cuddling & then the puppy picture you posted which the public have lapped up’

‘A big beefy guy with a puppy works every time, but what do you mean by generally accepting?’ Something about that phrase was bugging you.

At the click of a button Rebecca pulled up some comments on social media showing that some people weren’t quite buying the story being portrayed to them.

‘I know we can’t expect everyone to react positively, but these accounts have some chunky followings & if it picks up that the whole thing is fake then it could backfire.’

Bucky shuddered at the word fake, none of it was to him, all those moments he wasn’t thinking of how it was being perceived, even in the coffee shop after you held his hand he forgot it was part of the plan, he was just enjoying being connected to you. Sandwiching your little hand between his, enjoying feeling your soft skin, imagining how big his cock would look with your fingers wrapped around it.

‘What are you suggesting?’

Tony smirked, after your text exchange the day before you were dreading what was about to come out of his mouth.

‘I know we said a bit of hand holding & sitting near one another would be sufficient, but you have a dinner date tonight where a photographer will be taking a couple of pictures maybe a kiss would help shut those stories down before they gain traction.’

‘Absolutely not Stark, you can’t expect her to do that.’ Bucky was livid that he was suggesting this, he didn’t want his first kiss with you to be for show, he wanted it to mean something to you both, to be as real as his feelings were for you.

Wow, ouch, why was the thought of kissing you making him so mad? You tried not to get offended, but it was a bit of an ego blow, most guys wouldn’t care so much & just give you a kiss for the camera, apparently not Bucky Barnes.

‘It’s not an order, just a suggestion, a little peck on the lips nothing serious.’ Tony’s dismissive tone infuriated you sometimes.

‘She shouldn’t have to be forced into doing something she isn’t comfortable for this circus.’

‘Just think about it, like I said, it’s a suggestion. Don’t pretend to me like you’ve not done anything, you’re practically humping in front of the team on the regular these days.’

You had been quiet up until now, Bucky seemed to be doing all the pushing back needed with Tony but to have someone presume complete false information didn’t fly with you.

You sat forward from your chair looking at Tony in dismay ‘Pardon me?’

‘You heard me kid.’

‘We’ve not done anything Tony. We’re just fucking around with them, pretending we’re together.’

‘Pretending, sure.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘You must be a hell of an actress.’

‘Enough.’ Bucky raised his voice, he needed to stop this building into an argument, he hated the thought of you falling out with Tony over this, over him.

‘Come on Bucky, meetings over.’ You grabbed his hand & stormed out the room.

You were silent in the march to your bedroom, you didn’t know what to feel, humiliation at Tony’s brazenness, embarrassment at Bucky not wanting to kiss you, devastation at the peach thing, it was all swirling & overwhelming you.

‘Bambi, come sit, you need to calm down.’ Bucky lead you to the armchair in the corner of your living space & pulled you onto his lap like it was second nature, he could tell you were spiralling from everything that had just occurred, his large palm was draped across your knees anchoring you to him & the other tracing up & down your spine as your breathing slowly returned to a normal level.

‘I’m so sorry Bucky that was so embarrassing for him to suggest that we’ve been doing stuff & we should kiss. I get it if you don’t want to, it’s fine. We’re fine. Everything’s fine. But what was the peach thing about? Do you really think I have a heart of stone, at first I was like, that’s cute I love peaches, their sweet but they have a stone for a heart, do you really think that? I don’t think I do, I think I’m nice, might not be kissable nice but nice, I think I’m nice to you & everyone, yeah trying to pretend to our friends is mean & I guess I’m not usually mean but they followed me once when they thought I was on a date so I’m teaching them a lesson but maybe it’s too mean’ you couldn’t stop rambling on once you saw his face drop, he probably wasn’t expecting you to come out & ask like the idiot you were.

‘Look at me sweetheart.’ He held your face & kissed your forehead to try & calm you down, it worked instantly, all you could think at that minute how he was so good to you, so patient & kind.

‘Let’s start with the peach, absolutely no chance, in no way nor in any universe would I think you have a heart of stone, darling you, precious you, are currently sat on the lap of someone who was once a brain washed assassin & don’t think badly of him for it, don’t judge or fear him. You have a heart of gold.’

‘Oh, sorry I ….’

‘Don’t you dare say sorry, I should have told you that when I said it because firstly, peaches are my favourite fruit.’

‘Your favourite?’ Your eyes lit up & the sunshine he loved returned to your face.

‘Yes, my absolute favourite, they’re also very sweet & soft just like you but also how do I say this right, it’s a line from that movie you love, you, my sweet soft Bambi have an absolutely breath-taking hiney.’

You leaned forward cackling laughing at what he said, you couldn’t believe he remembered that line & also was trying to tell you that you have a peachy bottom, you needed to thank Natasha later for all the squats she subjects you to whenever you’re training with her.

‘As for Tony’s suggestion, I didn’t want you to feel like you had to do it for a picture, to awkwardly kiss someone you’ve never kissed before in a restaurant & have someone taking a picture. I didn’t want you to lower yourself to that. Your dignity is not worth a better reputation for me.’

You took in his words, there was the gentleman you knew, why did your brain think the worst instead of knowing that Bucky always thought of what was right & not with his dick like most men, maybe you overreacted slightly at Tony. Having a quick kiss would probably would shut people up, but Bucky was right, it would be too awkward & obviously fake if a photographer captured a staged first-time kiss. As quickly as the thought occurred to you, you said it out loud.

‘Maybe if we had a practice kiss first it wouldn’t be as awkward.’

Bucky’s head shot up, he looked at you like you were an alien not speaking his language because it sounded to him like you said you wanted to practice kissing. He had died & somehow ended up in heaven? Maybe all the times he had controlled himself around you, you the literal angel in his lap got him a ticket through the pearly gates either that or this was actually happening. Life wasn’t that kind to him, surely?

‘Well if you were to agree to a kiss on our date Bambi then practicing first might be a good plan.’ You didn’t miss the way his eyes were laser focused on your lips or him wetting his own with his tongue, you may have bitten yours watching him do it because you felt a vibranium thumb touching your bottom lip to release it from your teeth whist your head was being manoeuvred slightly on its axis by the big hand embracing your face.

Your lips were like magnets finding their way to each other, as if on instinct your legs found their way to either side of Bucky’s thighs not breaking the kiss for a second, you were connected by a force that couldn’t be parted once they met. It wasn’t a respectful kiss, it was an ‘I love you, can’t live without you’ kind of kiss & if those words were never confessed he wanted to convey it in whatever way he could with his mouth.

Your fingers ran their way through Bucky’s silky soft hair, your brain was empty & completely immersed focusing on the pillowy lips parting & tongue caressing yours, he couldn’t help his hands roaming around to try & pull you as closely as he could to you. You clearly were feeling things the same as him from all the moaning & writhing you were doing in his lap, neither of you wanted it to end. Trying to control his aching cock was proving difficult & as you ground down on him, his hardness jolted you back into the real world, he was hard for you.

You slowly pulled back, reluctantly retreating from his kiss, the best kiss you’d ever had, it was silly really, this relationship & this kiss, the fake relationship & kiss was the best you’d ever experienced, Bucky was the best man you had experienced full stop. You sighed & as you peered into the most beautiful ocean eyes you realised that this would probably end in heartbreak for you, you loved him, maybe you always did, but there was no way Bucky Barnes would ever love you back like that.

Bucky could see how deep in thought you were, maybe he took it too far, got a bit too handsy with you or it might be the erection currently pressed against you making you uncomfortable. He broke the silence hoping that some levity would bring you out of your head.

‘I think we would be asked to leave the restaurant if we did that over dinner.’

You chuckled & appreciated him not making it awkward, you rested your forehead on his shoulder.

‘We’d be on the news if the photographer was capturing it too, might be worth it to piss off Tony.’

‘I’d rather not get skinned alive.’

And just like that you were back to your usual selves.

You were nervous & wearing a hole in the plush carpet you were currently pacing on waiting for the second mission; Dinner. Bucky was insistent on picking you up at your door like a gentleman & you hoped he wouldn’t be able to see the mound of rejected outfits in your closet, not that you were making an effort. You had eventually settled on a silk leopard print skirt with a thigh high slit, a tucked in skin tight black cami showing a bit of cleavage & some nude heels that elongated your legs perfectly.

Three gentle taps on the door sounded just as you secured your earring, you shook your hands, let out a big breath & opened up to see the most beautiful man holding the most beautiful bouquet of sunflowers with a big smile on his face.

You were fucked & so utterly gone for this man.

‘Bucky, these are beautiful, thank you.’

‘My ma’ would throttle me if I showed up to a beautiful girls door ready to take her out & not have any flowers to give her.’

You pinched his little dimpled chin between your thumb & finger ‘that’s so sweet, she raised you well.’ He leaned into your palm kissing your skin gently.

After quickly filling the sink & placing the flowers carefully in them you were ready to go, before setting off you looked your super solider up & down, he was so handsome in his black dinner jacket & jeans combo, he blushed at you checking him out.

‘Like what you see Bambi?’

‘You look so handsome Bear, but take your gloves off, you don’t ever need them around me, ok?’

‘Ok Doll, you look absolutely stunning, I’d have said it earlier, but you took my breath away, so I couldn’t speak.’

You giggled at his shameless flirting, he did make you feel so special all the time & if this is all you ever had with him, it wasn’t so bad.

Given that you were wearing a skirt Bucky drove you to the restaurant, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you in the car, all he could think about your lips against his, you grinding against him on his lap & wanting to run his fingers up & down your folds as you sat in his passenger seat wearing that sinful skirt. He was fully hard & aching for you, he’d been in a constant state of arousal the minute you suggested practicing kissing, it was a continual battle for Bucky not to rip of your clothes & bury his cock inside you, with consent of course.

The restaurant was quiet, far too fancy for Bucky’s taste, the snobbery was reflected in every square inch of the place with the over modernisation of furniture & light fittings, he felt like he was in an episode of Star Trek looking at some of the cuboid chairs.

The maître d' led you to your booth, the lowlight of the room combined with each table perfectly placed under a soft spotlight made you feel completely secluded & in your own bubble, if there were other people there you wouldn’t have known, it was just you & your super solider. You suspected Tony had purchased a few tables around yours so that you could have some privacy or more likely, so that the photographer could get a clear shot of the pair of you.

Every step of the way he was the perfect gentleman, opening the car door, offering his hand as you exited, making sure you were the first through every entrance, pulling out your chair, letting you order first, it was such a contrast to any other date you had been on before, you knew it wasn’t a ploy to sleep with you or impress you, it was just who Bucky was. He did try to impress you when he was offered wine to taste & attempted to be as debonair as possible but fell flat on his face with it when he opened his mouth about the notes, you both were laughing & had no doubt you were pissing off the other diners. Not that you cared.

‘I know you’re probably used to all this with Tony but do you actually like this kind of thing Doll?’ he asked gesturing to the cutlery lined up, all the unnecessary plates & glasses on the table.

‘God no, give me a sofa, pizza & cuddles any day over this.’

One look at the entrée that appeared as if from nowhere over his shoulder & he looked traumatised. You couldn’t help but giggle at his expression.

‘We might have to get one on the way home after this if their portions don’t improve.’

You felt bad that he was going to have to essentially starve himself for the evening whilst you did this, he had a high metabolism thanks to the serum so an endless pit of hunger & this sorry excuse for a meal wouldn’t touch the sides.

Between teeny tiny courses you were glued to his side, the physical affection came naturally to you with Bucky, he was so warm & even though covered in well honed muscle so comfy to snuggle up to, you noticed his hand constantly on your exposed thigh, every touch higher igniting you.

You had just finished a pea mousse monstrosity & glanced up at Bucky, his eyes met yours instantly, you loved the way he angled his face down to look at you without needing to pull away, ‘When should we kiss?’ his eyes immediately dropping to your mouth as the question was asked, his tongue darted across his bottom lip.

‘Now seems a pretty good time Bambi, you ready?’ Your eyes were closing & his lips were already pressed to yours as he finished speaking, like last time his big hand held your face securely & it was electric, how was it a better kiss than the first? You behaved yourself as much as you could & kept it appropriate for the most part, hopefully no one in the restaurant was paying attention, as you parted lips Bucky followed up with a smaller more delicate kiss. He was a master at kissing, you wondered when his last kiss was because if he was going on muscle memory alone he must have had a hell of a lot of practice at one point in his life.

‘I hope they managed to get that on camera.’

‘Oh yeah, what if they missed it?’ Your face was still in his hands & you were looking at him so innocently as you said it, as if you weren’t expecting him to say what he was about to.

‘Maybe we should do it again & make sure this time.’

‘Yeah, can’t let Tony down.’

His lips were on yours again, this time it was a smashing against each other kiss, you exuded as much force as he did to meet each other’s mouth, you hand was holding on to the back of his neck & you didn’t miss the moan from Bucky when you tugged on his hair. Again, almost inappropriate but you walked a fine line before relenting to move away from each other when the waiter cleared his throat to take away your plates.

You were intoxicated in his arms, drunk on him without having a single drop to drink, you didn’t ever want your mouth to be parted from his, it was like he had a spell on you that you couldn’t break, not that you wanted to.

Your lips found his again, connecting less frantically than the last but combined with his hand sliding up the slit in your skirt & gripping your flesh you had to anchor yourself to the booth otherwise you would have ended up in his lap again, you needed to grind on him to relieve some of the tension building within you. It was the sweetest torture you had ever known.

For the rest of the meal you were in a cycle of kissing & courses, courses & kissing, finding any excuse to connect your lips, ‘the photographer might be in the bathroom’, ‘the pictures might be out of focus’, ‘the photographer might have had a phone call’. As soon as the words were uttered your lips would meet again sometimes frantically other times soft, eventually the course stopped coming & you were ushered out of the place both of you laughing at how eager they were for you to leave.

The pizza you ordered in the car met you at the tower, you heart soared when Bucky picked you up & twirled you in the air before paying for the food, despite you insisting it was just pizza Bucky adored you for the gesture.

You woke up surrounded by warmth, you had spent the rest of the night feeding each other pizza cuddled up together with Burtie it just felt right that he stayed over. You glanced over your shoulder at the Super Soldier wrapped around you, he was just so pretty when he slept never mind with a puppy nuzzled against him. You stupidly picked up your phone & noticed a text from Tony.

You lay back in your bed, engulfed in comfort & smiled to yourself at the sunflowers sat on your bedside table. Without thinking you snapped a picture & uploaded it. You didn’t care if you were both in denial if this was the result.

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