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Flu Shot (Bucky Barnes x GN! Reader)

Fluffy Fluff!

Word Count: 862

AN: longer than an actual drabble. sue me.

His piercing stare and clenched jaw didn’t faze you. “Bucky, I don’t care if you’re scared or pissed. You are still going to the doctor.”

“I said I’m not going.” Bucky practically whined.

“Yes. You. Are. You need to get a flu shot.”

“I’m not even that sick.” He continued to argue.

You inhale and then exhale trying to calm yourself. Opening your eyes just to narrow them at Bucky. “Do. Not. Make. Me. Tell. You. Again. You are getting that flu shot!” Your voice and demeanor try to stay adamant; while dealing with Bucky, the manchild.

He scoffs. “How’re you gonna make me?” He asks, his tone almost challenging.

You get frustrated, and ultimately pinch the bridge of your nose before trying to approach in a different direction. “Bucky, fine. You don’t have to get a flu shot. But… can you at least go with me when I get mine?”

“I’ll do that.” He agrees. His tone is still annoyed, despite having agreed. “Why’d you want to go together anyway?”

“We’re a couple.” You say nonchalantly.

He raises an eyebrow, trying and failing to hide a small smirk. “We are not.”

“Not officially, but everyone practically thinks we are.”

“I don’t know where they’re getting that idea.” He shrugs, still trying to resist smiling.

–

You're sitting next to Bucky in the medical room waiting for the doctor to walk in. Bucky’s arms are crossed, he looks annoyed and bored. He’s tapping his fingers on his leg with a blank look on his face.

“Calm down. I already said you aren’t getting a flu shot. This is for me.”

“I know. I’m just… like, bored.” He shrugs again, leaning back on the chair as he continues to wait. He sighs. “How long until the doctor shows up?”

“I don’t know. Can I have your jacket to wear? Doctor’s offices are always so cold.”

He sighs again, but holds his coat out for you. “Fine. But you have to give it back when we’re done here.”

“Okie.” You smile. As Bucky’s flesh arm was now exposed, your plan was falling into place. The doctor walks in a few moments later and you quickly give him the signal. Your next move is rapid. You pull Bucky in for a randomized passionate kiss. As you do the doctor quickly gives Bucky his flu shot.

“H-hey! What- oof!” He’s a little stunned by the sudden, unexpected move, but then he feels the sharp pinch of the shot. He groans, and grips your shoulder, clutching it with one hand as he glares at the doctor, then at you. “I-I thought… I wasn’t getting one.”

“Now you don’t have to worry anymore!” You smile cheekily. “Now it’s my turn.” You sit up straight and the doctor gives you your flu shot as well.

He’s a little mad at being duped by that, but looks at you as you sit up and get your shot. “... Was that really necessary?”

“The kiss? The shot? Or both?”

He’s still clutching his arm as if he were a kid. “Both.”

“The shot was necessary. The kiss was to distract you, and it worked. Now we can go back to the compound.”

“I… I guess that makes sense.” He finally loosens his grip, stretching his arm and rubbing the spot where the flu shot was given. “You’re lucky my arm hurts too much to argue right now.” He chuckles, though he doesn't look happy.

“It’s gonna be okay. Can’t wait for next year!”

He laughs for real this time, looking back at you. “Next year? You’re planning this again?”

“I might have to distract you in a different way…”

“And what idea have you got this time?” He smirks a little as he looks at you, trying to figure out your plan.

“I don’t know yet… hopefully we’ll be dating by then.” You look at Bucky expectedly. His face lights up slightly at the thought of that. He smiles and crosses his arms, turning his head away from you hiding a blush. “Here’s your jacket back, by the way.” You hand it to Bucky, but as he grabs onto it you pull him in for another kiss.

He blushes even harder,  and is too stunned to do anything other than hold onto the jacket with one hand as you pull him over to you. He doesn’t complain about it though, not moving away despite the surprise, and he tries to kiss you back. “N- what was that for?” He ask softly, his tone full of surprise.

“I like you.” Simply put.

He blinks, his eyes wide. “Y-you like m-me?” He seems surprised by that confession, though he still doesn’t resist the kiss at all. He looks into your eyes. “I… like you too.”

“So…”

He pauses, waiting to see what you’re going to say. “... Do… Do you maybe-?”

“If you are asking what I think you are asking, then yes.” You smile softly.

He smiles too, seeming happy. He slowly leans in closer to you, not wanting to break the moment. “Does that mean… we’re… together now?”

“I think it does.” You smile more.

Bucky grins at that, and softly kisses you again.

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MINE (Dark Bucky Barnes x reader) CH. 3

Minors DNI

Warnings: smut (noncon turning into consenual-ish), yandere-ish, manipulation, nipple play, cunnilingus, metal arm kink, choking, mentions of y/n. Strong Theme (please be mindful, and don't read if this could upset you!)

Word Count: 1.5k

CHAPTER 3

The next day. If it even is the next day. Your crusty eyes open; they’re red, and stinging from the amount of tears you’ve shed. The sun peeks through the blackened curtains, signaling that it is some time of day. It gives you enough light to see parts of the room. The room itself is old, and run-down. The ceiling, walls, and floor are all chipped away at. Alone; but not for long. Footsteps approach the door, as if on cue. Bucky walks in holding a tray of pancakes, and orange juice. It’s been anywhere between 2 - 5 days without since you last consumed something… that wasn’t semen. That was back at the compound though.

“I’m so glad you’re awake. I made breakfast! I thought we could eat together, since you’ve been so… cooperative lately.” His smile is somehow… genuine? He brings the tray over to your lap. Your body is weak, so he decides to feed you. You don’t respond, you don’t open your mouth. “Oh, come on now. Don’t be like this, doll. I know you’re hungry. I'm trying to do something nice, with bringing you a home cooked meal.”

You allow him to lift the orange juice to your lips. It coats the insides of your mouth. Finally something is able to wash away the taste of cum from your mouth. Your throat isn’t as dry as before. After some odd moment of silence between the two of you; you whisper out. “What did you tell the other avengers? What did they say when I disappeared?”

“Nothing much. I told them the truth. That you came to me in the kitchen a week ago, at midnight. That you were anxious and wanting to get away from everything. I told them not to pressure you about it, and that you would be back when you’re ready.” He tells the lie so calmly. It makes you wonder if my mind is a mess and that is actually what happened.

“And… they just believed you?” You say as quiet as a mouse.

“Yes. They did, baby. Steve, he was surprised at first. But once I told him you were cheating on him and coming onto me all the time… well he dropped you. Only I love you now.” Bucky chuckles playfully.

‘He really believes the lies he is telling. Hydra must've messed him up badly.’ You think to yourself. Before you take a bite of the pancake he’s offering you; you question him. “How do I know you didn’t drug these?”

“Do you really know me to drug your food, dear? Please, calm down.” He lifts the piece of pancake to your lips. Cautiously, you take a bite. Damn, Bucky knows how to cook. You slowly start to eat more of the food he offers you. Not knowing when your next meal will be. Finishing every bite.

“Do you know how much I care about you?” He softly reaches up to caress your cheek. “I only want you to be happy, baby.” You say nothing in response. Not wanting to give any satisfaction. “Why don’t you talk to me, baby? You’re a beautiful woman. Beautiful women are supposed to be taken care of.” Silence fills the room and Bucky sighs. He doesn’t want to force you into talking to him, so he simply picks up the tray and walks out of the room. You are once again, alone.

–

Hours must have gone by. The sun barely peeks through the curtains now. Letting the room darken furthermore. You hear footsteps again. Bucky enters the room. “Is someone excited to see me?” He sits next to you, carefully caressing your back. “Why don’t you tell me how happy you are to see me?” He then leans in and kisses your forehead before looking down at your bare, marked-up body. “You look so good in this position. I worried the chins might get in the way, or that it wouldn’t be comfortable for me.” His voice is gentle, yet sickening.

You ignore everything he has said, and simply ask. “Why did you do this?”

“I did this for us, baby. You and I are meant to be together. I am the only man that you need.” he moves and gently whispers into your ear. “Just accept it. Accept that you and I belong together.” Bucky’s head leans down as he starts to nip at your raw neck. “Accept this connection we have, my darling.” You go back to being silent. Not wanting to give in and accept your fate to this… to this psychopath.

“Don’t be difficult, sweetheart.” His voice fills with excitement. ‘If you’re not talking, then you can’t say no.’ Is what Bucky thinks to himself. His flesh hand moving up to caress your hair gently. He softly kisses your lips. You know there is no use. You lay there restrained, looking up at the ceiling wanting the current event to end. “Let me show you all kinds of pleasure. Your body wants it. Your mind wants it. You want me.” Bucky repeats these words as a way to brainwash you into acceptance.

“No.” You ever so quietly say.

“Baby, please. I have so many different things for us to try.” His hand moves down to cup your womanhood. Your body has a reaction, betraying you once again. You think to yourself. ‘If this is going to happen, I might as well enjoy it.’ Y/N thinks to themself. You move your eyes, staring into Bucky's observant orbs. He knows something in you is different right now.

“Foreplay.” Your voice comes out just above a whisper. He instantly smirks.

“What was that, babygirl? Can you repeat that for me?” His eyes are glazed over with desire.

“I like oral the most… before sex.” You whisper. If you were going to endure yet another round, you’d like it to be something pleasurable for yourself. Bucky takes in your accommodations. Kissing your lips with a new kind of desire. Bucky thinks to himself. ‘She’s letting this happen. She has finally given in to the truth.’ His mouth trails through the valley between your breasts. His hands reach up to prod your nipples, while his tongue sticks out trailing down your stomach. He doesn’t even stop; plunging his tongue into your tight hole and his metal hand coming down to rub against your clit. Then he switches. His tongue lapping like a starved puppy, at your bud, and he slides one metal finger into your vagina. You love the feeling. Yet you hate that you love it. Sadly you think to yourself. ‘How come Steve couldn't make me feel these sensations?” You whimper, moan quietly. You feel disgusted with yourself with loving the feeling of pleasure from Bucky. He enters a second metal finger inside. It's cold, smooth, and thick. It causes you to let out louder moans. Bucky resorts to sucking on your clit, while the two metal fingers scissor you open inside. Making sure you are stretched for his girthy cock. Before you reach your peak, Bucky pulls away. Laughing sadistically when you are instinctive is to whine at the loss of his touch.

“I want this to be enjoyable for both of us, baby girl. Now. I know your throat is still raw, so I won’t make your pretty little mouth take me in there today. But. I do expect some type of release myself.” He stood to his full height, already hard and pumping his cock in his hand. He unchains your ankles. Positioning his hard-on at the entrance of your throbbing cunt. He eases in so casually, your vagina welcoming him in all his length. You instantly moan out louder than you have in previous times before. “Are you ready for me to move, doll?”

“Y-yes. Please.” You stutter out quietly. Gritting your teeth, you actually like the feeling. That you want the feeling. He moves; setting a nice fast pace. Placing your weakened legs over his shoulders. Able to hit new angles that Steve could never. “Mm… Bucky, I’m already… so close.” You whine out.

“I know. I know, baby.” He grunts, feeling you clench around him. “Just… hold out a little longer.” he says reassuringly. You can’t. You cum so fast not even realizing it, as you hit your high, you choke. Bucky's metal hand coming up and wrapping around your throat. “You couldn’t just listen to a simple order?” He chuckles darkly,and smirks. “I guess I'm just that great.” He squeezes your throat more. Your fear setting in once again. You try to claw at him but the limited range of the restraints won’t let you. This only motivates Bucky further. He moves your legs, spreading them wide. Thrusting faster, and soon sloppier. Just before you start to see white, hitting a second orgasm, and possibly on the verge of falling into unconsciousness. Bucky. Cums. Hard. He loosens his grip on your neck, and pulls out. Laying next to you, Bucky pulls you close. Panting from the previous events, he kisses your forehead and drifts to sleep next to you. You lay there, feeling scared, confused, and satisfied. You whisper out loud to yourself.

“I will get my revenge.”

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MINE (Dark Bucky Barnes x reader) CH. 2

Minors DNI

Warnings: light smut (noncon), cunnilingus, yandere-ish, metal arm kink (if you squint), mention of y/n. Strong Theme (please be mindful, and don't read if this could upset you!)

Word Count: 1.3k

CHAPTER 2

Morning. You wake up staring at a cracked off-white ceiling. ‘This was just a bad dream. That’s all it was.’ No way in Hell was it just a bad dream. Your body is aching as the events of last night came back. You start to remember the previous events. You remember the chains, the knife, the fear, Bucky. You start to shake uncontrollably as your body is now wrecked. Was it even last night, you can’t remember. Everything is different. The room you're in and the bed you’re strapped to, is all new. ‘How long has he been planning this?’ You ask yourself. You turn your head ever so slightly and see your phone. ‘Did he forget my phone? Or is it a trap?’ You struggle to reach over, after some amount of tugging against the restraints, not even caring about the fresh red marks on your wrist. You managed to grab the phone and unlock it. Seeing worrisome messages from Steve, asking where you went. Before you could do anything the door opened.

“I see you've found your phone. I wanted to make this an enjoyable experience.” Bucky says in an amusing tone. His hand slowly traces up your leg and snatches the phone outta your left hand. You’re frozen in fear. “You’re trying to ask for help? No one knows where you are. No one cares where you are. Except me.”

“Steve cares.” Your voice is quivering and raspy.

“Steve? He isn’t worried about you.” Bucky smirks. “He is a fool. He doesn’t know anything.” Bucky's metal hand effortlessly shatters your phone to pieces. “I'll be the only contact you have now. No one will come and save you, dear. You just have to accept the fact that I will be the one to take care of you now. I will be the only one to love you now. You’ll come around.”

“I will never love you!” You scream out not caring about the toll it's taking on your already damaged vocal cords.

“Shhh, shh, baby. You will learn to love me. I will make sure of it.” His tone started to sound sick and twisted once again. His eyes trail up your nude frame. You knew what he was about to do. “All I wanted you to do was give in to your lust for me. I know it’s there.” He bites his bottom lip. “You are mine and there is nothing you can do about it. Accept it. Your body belongs to me.”

“No! Do you even know how sick you sound right now? You raped me. You kidnapped me. I want to kill you!” Your voice is raw and strained.

“That is only what you think happened. But think about it. Look deep within yourself and find the truth. You didn't fight back. In fact, you even enjoyed it. Y/N, I know you want me as much as I want you.”

“Didn’t fight back? I couldn't! You restrained me, and gagged me!”

“Shh, darling. Do you see the way I caress your face? The way I look at you with lustful eyes? I want you. I want you so badly. Bucky leans down, places his lips against your neck. “Please allow me to make love to you again. You deserve another chance. I know you liked it.”

“No! No, I hated it and I hate you!” The anger subsiding in you and the fear resurfacing once again as Bucky says.

“That’s okay, darling. I don’t care if you hated it. We both know you enjoyed it. And we will have sex again.” He moves to place a pillow under your head and another under your back. His fingers start tracing down your body. Stopping to pinch and twist your nipples ever so lightly, causing a whimper to escape your lips. They continue to trail down reaching your womanhood. The glint in his eyes and the lice of his lips, told you he was hungry, and you… well you were his feast. “We are going to be together, forever.”

The tears brimmed and burst down your cheeks. “Please… please don’t do this again. Let me go and I won't tell anyone. Not even Steve. We can pretend as if this didn’t happen.”

His sickening laugh. “Do you really believe that I am going to let you go? No. You belong to me.” His tone shifted to something wicked. “Give in to the inevitable. You know you can’t stop yourself from wanting me.” He leans in once again sucking and biting at your pulse point, on your neck. Making sure to cover more of your body in his new artwork. His teeth graze and bite your nipple, sending a small scream from your dry mouth. He switches after a moment giving attention to the next nipple. He kisses your torso, saving the best meal for last. He is face lined with your cunt, he looked up to you and smirked. “Do you smell that? Your body is starting to want me again.” He holds up his metal arm, running a finger through your slit. Thinking that maybe he might… never mind… there is always next time. Instead his tongue latches onto your pink bud. Licking, sucking, teething on your sensitive bud, sending sensations through your entire body. You hate every single minute of it, you hate how your body easily betrays itself. But Bucky wasn’t finished. He pulled away, and your body ached. It was so close to releasing the tension inside you, and he knew that. He blew cold air onto your pulsing bud. His tongue then dipped down, plunging right into your core. Tongue fucking you. You didn’t even have time to think, before you released your juices all over his face. Bucky, licked his face, and lapped up the cream still spilling from your entrance.

“And you say you don’t want me?” His dark chuckle comes out as he moves on top of you. Forcibly kissing you. You can taste yourself on his lips. It makes your insides twist, wanting to repulsively vomit. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. I’ve been on your mind since that first day we met.” He roughly grabs your hair with his flesh hand, while his metal one grabs your chin forcing your mouth open. Bucky starts kissing you sloppily and protruding his tongue into your mouth. He pulls back. “Your body has already admitted it to me.” He whispers against your ear, nibbling on, ever so lightly.

Bucky climbs off of you, stripping himself of his clothing. He tries to be more considerate this time. Lubing his length. He climbs back on top of you, lining his dick up with your entrance. He eases in better this time than the last. You cry, scream, and try to fight him off of you. Only hurting your chained wrist and legs in the process. Salty tears ebbing down your face. After some time his thrust becomes sloppy and erratic, he’s close, as well as you. Before you coil snaps, he finishes. Pulling out and forcibly opening your mouth once again, cumming inside it. He holds your mouth shut until you swallow the cum. Bucky's face is right back at your cunt. Wanting to bring you over the edge again with his own tongue. Wanting to taste every drop of your sweet and salty release. You’re debilitated. Bruises, bite marks, plus tiny cuts around your wrist and ankles from pulling too hard at the chains. You think to yourself. ‘Death. Sweet death would be better.’ You eventually pass out. Time becomes a concept that sounds so foreign to you.

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MINE (Dark Bucky Barnes x reader) CH. 1

Minors DNI

Warnings: light smut (noncon), yandere-ish, knife kink (if you squint). Strong theme, (please be mindful, don't read if this could upset you!)

Word Count: 1.5k

CHAPTER 1

Midnight. That’s what the clock reads as you silently wake up to get a glass of water. Parched. The dryness in your mouth is all you can think of as you sluggishly make your way to the kitchen. The sleep is still heavy, you think to yourself that it'll be easy to rest once again. But first you need water.

Him. As you enter the kitchen in the Avengers Compound, there he is. It’s as if he knew you’d be awake.

“What are you doing up?” Bucky asks as he is standing in the kitchen, doing nothing in particular.

“Getting a glass of water.” You say quietly. You do everything in your power to not look up at the man.

“Are you sure you’re just thirsty for water?” Cockiness laced in his voice.

You don’t answer and simply grab a glass from the shelf. As you turn around you are met with Bucky's chest. It’s bare, and you are disgusted with the closeness. His voice is low as he bends down to your height. His breath right down by your ear. As he whispers:

“I couldn’t figure out why I didn't like you yet. Until tonight.” Bucky so casually moves his lips down to your neck. You instantly freeze, not knowing how to go about this. Once you finally snap out of it, you back away.

“Woah, woah, woah. You need to stop.”

He slowly raises his face so you can make eye contact with him. His voice is full of desire, his eyes staring at you with lust and an undertone of sickness. His head leans in and he softly says. “Why?” His hand reaches up to lightly grip your hair.

“You need to stop.” You pull away from Bucky. Trying to forget about him coming onto you. As you continue to drink your water. He grabs you and turns you around. He stands right in front of you, caressing your chin. He whispers into your ear again.

“Why is it better for me to not flirt with you?” Bucky’s voice still filled with that sick lusty desire.

“You know I am dating Steve. I do not like you in that way.”

He smirks. “That has never stopped me before. I always get what I want.” He pulls your face closer to him.

“Please, stop.” Bucky brings his body closer to yours. He rests his body against yours. Then he wraps his arms around you and you feel his bare chest against you.

He whispers. “We both know you don’t want me to do that.”

“Obviously you don’t. I am not attracted to you, and I am with Steve.” You push Bucky off. Forgetting your water and going back to your shared room with Steve. You crawl back into bed, and curl up to Steve. You just want to feel safe, and secure.

Bucky stares at the direction you went in before whispering to himself. “She will be mine.” Bucky slowly walks up to the door. Waiting. He waits until he knows for sure you are sound asleep. Ever so quietly he sneaks into the room. Not waking you or steve. He watches you. His mind races as his thoughts of you fill up his head. He thinks to himself. ‘She’s going to sleep next to Steve? The nerve of that boy. She belongs to me.’ Bucky’s eyes drift over to Steve, and he thinks to himself once again. ‘He can’t even give her the right attention. He can’t protect her like I can.’ His legs are shaking with anger as he starts walking towards the bed. He stands over the bed thinking. Then Bucky ever so slightly dips down into the bed. His arms wrap around you as he pulls you from the comfort of your own safe space. Basically kidnapping you, he takes you to his room.

You continue to sleep as Bucky slowly lays your body down onto his bed. As you lay next to him your eyes begin to flutter open. A heavy weight is around your wrist, as you groggily turn your head and take witness to Bucky handcuffing you to his bed. You start to properly wake up now. Fear. That is all you feel. He looks up and simply smiles. He whispers. “You’re awake, darling.”

“Wh-what are you doing?” Your voice sounds confused and scared.

Bucky pulls himself closer to you and whispers. “Well I wanted us to cuddle and for me to make you love me.” He starts stroking your hair. His words are full of lust. “I know you can’t fight the attraction you feel towards me, darling.”

–

I struggle against the chains but they don’t budge. “Let me go or I'll scream, and everyone in the whole compound will wake up.”

“Oh I do love it when you struggle. Darling, don’t you think I've already come prepared?” Bucky's response is sickly sweet. He then pulls out a gag, and immediately places it around my mouth. My eyes start to fill with more fear, if even possible. My mind races thinking of what he might be planning to do next.

He kisses my shoulder and lips move to my neck. His graze against my pulse point. My skin is supple, soft, and smooth. A perfect canvas for him to show off his art. I start to cry, and whimper. Terrified of the man before me. I can’t call out for help, and I'm bound. Bucky notices the tears.

“What’s wrong, doll?” You’re crying.” He laughs lighty. He knows exactly what he is doing. He fantasized about this moment for months. Not in this particular way, but still. He always gets what he wants. Bucky grabs a small knife from his bedside drawer.

“I know what’s wrong, there's still something between us.”  He ever so carefully started to cut through my shirt. I shake my head and pull at the chains, only causing my wrist to turn red. His stare is intense. He removes the last of the tattered clothing.

“So beautiful.” He whispers as he looks over my now bare chest. “What if I told you doll, this will all be over soon if you just let me.”

I shake my head once again, tears streaming down my face. I whimper and do my best to make noise through the gag. I want him to stop. Bucky just grins and as he reaches down to slip off my pajama bottoms. “Just relax, doll. Just relax.” He strokes my cheek and moves my hair around to have a nice grip. His other hand caresses my curves, and breasts. He licks his lips, as his hand slowly moves further down my body. “You do want me. I know you want me.” I shake my head once again I do not want him.

Bucky starts to squeeze my breasts. “Relax, I know this is what you want. I can make you feel so much better than Steve ever could.” His voice condescending, yet cosplaying as if sweet and caring. His hands start to squeeze harder around my breast. In uncomfortable pain, not pleasure. “I can see right through your tears, and your skin can tell me what I want to know.” He chuckles sadistically.

He leans in once again. His breath is hot and I can feel the moistness on my skin. He whispers once again. “Let’s not fight this connection we have between us, alright?” His hand squeezed my breast even more now. His powerful grip causes my lungs to burn, and I struggle to breathe with the gag on. He moves his head down and kisses my mouth through the gag.

“Stop fighting me, sweetheart. I have been wanting you since I met you.” His voice is darker, more firm than before. His breath is heavy and hot, it starts to overwhelm me. “I will make you love me.”

His body pressed against mine, making it even harder to breathe. His warm breath easing its way into my mouth as he continued to kiss me through the gag. He pulls away shedding off his own pants and boxers. Leaving us both nude. His weight is massive against my own. His body presses on mine, and holds my legs down in place. I begin to hyperventilate as my entire body is pinned down. He whispers in my ear. “Tell me that you want me.” His hand grabs a fistfull of my hair, and he moves my head in a nodding motion. “You have no say now. We are going to make love. Your body is now mine.” He uses my body as a ragdoll. Tears stream down my face. He didn’t even prepare for me, for his size. Everything is rough, and raw. I black out from my senses going into override.

–

Darkness. Pain. Sorrow. Emptiness. These are how you feel now. You are Bucky’s and he will be damned if you try to do anything about it.