#… nat and wanda 💔

[evangeliooon]

sometimes i find myself wanting to be 12 again, in quarantine, imaging myself as an avenger, and reading so many fics my screentime showed i was on tumblr for 8-10 hours.

[flkwh0re]

yk it’s bad when you can only write fics for two women 😞

[sashaisready]

Starting Over: Chapter 4 - Build

Mob!Bucky x Female Reader

Series Masterlist

When Bucky throws you out of the house for a betrayal and won't listen to your side of the story, you know the only way out is through - it's time to start over. Maybe this was never going to be your happy ending.

Me again! We’re back. Sorry I know I keep adding new parts but I’ve broken up the final chapter into two as it just keep going and this is a huge bumper one (sorry). I promise there genuinely will only be one more looool. Thanks again for all of your reblogs/comments/love for this story, it means a lot!!

💔

Lou had welcomed you back with open arms, fixing you up with a waitress job at the diner. Of course he had. Lou was like the father you’d never had. His love was one of the few constants in your life.

Mercifully, he didn’t ask you much about Bucky, didn’t chastise you for making a bad choice and getting involved with a mob boss. That wasn’t what Lou was about. He knew that ‘I told you so’ served no purpose, he knew that you were a big girl and there was nothing he could tell you that you didn’t already know yourself. So why bother? All that mattered was that you were here, and you needed him. He would always catch you when you fell.

Going back to waitressing didn’t feel like you’d taken a step back or that you’d somehow failed, if anything it was quite nice to see this former version of your life once more. And you’d missed chatting with the regulars, helping Lou with the accounts, occasionally fighting small fires (both metaphorical and very occasionally, literal). With Bucky you didn’t need to work, which was nice in one way, but you’d missed the structure and purpose your old job had given you. You previously had no interest in daily gossipy lunches with the other mob wives, and there was only so much shopping you could do.

“How did we ever cope without you?” Lou had asked one morning after you’d successfully chased and caught a dine and dasher, and saved hundreds of dollars on the power bill after negotiating a new contract. All before 10am.

You grinned, “I feel the same way about this place”.

You had moved in with Wanda, she had insisted - despite your protests. She and her boyfriend, Vis, gave you the spare room and said you could stay until you got back on your feet. It was small and full of all the extra stuff they couldn’t fit elsewhere in their apartment, but you didn’t care. You would’ve been happy with the couch, or a sleeping bag on the floor.

Nat was equally helpful, sorting you out by buying new clothes and shoes in your size and giving you some of the toiletries and make-up she didn’t use. She even cut and restyled your hair (‘because hair holds memories’, she told you) and took on whichever role you needed. Sometimes that was nights on her couch crying as she held you, other times it was hitting up the bars and trying to forget. She did it all. She had come and got you that morning at the hotel, after you sent her a frantic message from the rickety computer explaining what had happened. She told you she’d be there in 30 minutes…but ended up doing the trip in 20.

One afternoon a week or so later, Bucky’s men radioed him to let them know that there was a redhead in a Mercedes at the front gates demanding to speak to him. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’d sighed as he saw her familiar face on the security monitor and told them to let her in. He knew this day would come. He dismissed them, they didn’t need to be here for this.

Nat had parked up and casually exited the car, strolling across the patio as Bucky stood in the doorway and waited for the inevitable. She didn’t keep him waiting long, slugging him across the jaw with a sharp ‘thwack’ causing him to stagger back against the doorframe.

“Got it. Anything else to say?” he groaned.

She nodded and then kneed him hard in the groin, turning on her heel as she left him in a crumpled heap and ambled back to her car.

“I warned you this would happen if you hurt her”, she called out calmly without looking back.

“Always good to see you, Nat”, Bucky managed to eke out as she slammed the car door.

The generosity of them all was overwhelming, you knew how lucky you were. It’s often said that you don’t know who your true friends are until you fall on hard times, and your friends had proved themselves tenfold. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to repay their kindness.

💔

It had been about six weeks since the night at the hotel when he started coming to the diner. No goons or hangers-on, just him. Which was almost unheard of, given his position.

The first time was a Friday morning, around 9am. He sat in the corner booth, head buried in the menu.

“I can kick him out, hon’, I’m not scared of him”, Lou had snarled as he glared over at the man in the booth.

“It’s okay, Lou. I can handle him,” you told him gently, giving his arm a reassuring stroke.

You took a deep breath as you approached his table. You couldn’t see his face, just his hands, an eerie mirror of the first time you’d met.

“What can I get you?” you asked as you readied your pad and pen, your voice surprisingly even, in spite your stomach’s somersaults.

He lowered the menu slowly and you couldn’t deny it was good to see him again. His blue eyes shone, the former dusting of stubble over his chin and jawline now a fuller beard - just as tantalising as it had always been. A few strands of his hair had come away from the carefully styled gel, framing his face perfectly. Some of your former anger towards him bubbled away beneath the surface, but you couldn’t deny you had also missed him. You had loved him, after all.

The two of you shared a knowing smile.

“You know there are like…hundreds of other breakfast places in this city, right?” you teased, but half-serious.

“I do…but this is the only one that gets my eggs just right,” he grinned back.

“Mmm. I’ll pass your compliments onto the chef. You still want the usual?”

“Please”.

You scribbled down the familiar order onto the page. It felt strange to write it down again, it had been a long time since you’d done that for him.

“Are you going to behave?” you questioned, arms folded.

“Mostly”.

“You’d better. Lou will have your ass if you don’t” you scoffed.

“I don’t doubt it”.

“And Bucky, if you’re here to-” you began, your face betraying the pain that still lurked within you.

“I’m not”, he cut you off. “Just breakfast. I promise”.

You nodded, pressing your lips together with trepidation. The two of you watched the other for a few seconds.

“Well, okay, that’ll be right out”.

You turned and put his order into the kitchen. You didn’t have to look back to know he was watching.

“Here you go”.

You returned to the booth a little later, laying out the plates and re-filling his coffee, he thanked you and pulled a napkin from the dispenser.

“I like your new hair”, he said as he began to cut up his food, his eyes not leaving the table.

“Thanks. I like your new beard”.

“Thanks. Business going okay here?”

“Doing well. Yours?”

“Same old, same old…”

“And…Rumlow?” you asked, your throat catching a little as you said his name.

“Terminated” he replied coldly as he took a sip of coffee.

“Yes…I presumed so. HYDRA?”

“I finally cut off all of those heads”.

“I hope you mean metaphorically”.

“Mostly. The girls good? Vis?”

“All good. Steve? Sam?”

“Also good”.

“Good”.

“Good”.

“Well…good to catch up. Let me know if you need anything else. Enjoy”.

“Thanks”.

You waited for some big trick or reveal, but it never came. He ate his meal, drank another coffee refill, paid the bill, tipped, and left within the hour. Like any other customer. Lou was sceptical, and so were you – but there nothing to suggest it was anything else but breakfast…like he said.

And that’s how it was every Friday after that. He’d come in at 9am on the dot, sit in the same booth. Order the usual. You were always his waitress. Everything was the same, every week. The other regulars knew to avoid sitting at his table at that time. The other servers would barely bat an eyelid as he strolled in, taking for granted that you’d be along shortly to put his order in – even if he wasn’t in your section that morning. And it was…fine. He didn’t try and do anything more, didn’t ask you to meet anywhere or for a chance to talk. You initially thought it would be hard to see him again, but it was okay. Maybe a future where the two of you just pleasantly co-existed was possible.

The two of you would chat. Just small talk at first. Occasionally a joke. Even Lou would chat to him sometimes, he was still wary of Bucky but more open to him than he was previously. He certainly didn’t mind him spending money in his restaurant.

Weeks soon became months. Seasons changed. Still, he came in every week, rain or shine. Plates and plates of eggs eaten; endless coffee mugs refilled. He didn’t ever skip it, he was never sick, never seemed to take vacations. He showed up every time. Even if you weren’t there.

The small talk eventually evolved, so slowly you barely noticed it happen. You chatted more about the old times, memories started to feel fonder rather than sad reminders of what was lost. He told you anecdotes about Steve and Sam. You told him about Wanda and Vis, about Nat. You laughed uproariously one morning over the story of Sam’s disastrous vacation involving a mistaken suitcase and an overzealous TSA agent. It was nice to just sit and talk with him, just be with him. No expectations or obligations. You hadn’t forgiven him. You weren’t sure you ever could. But you had missed him. And seeing him for an hour every week, on your turf, just shooting the breeze – that was nice.

“So, you seeing anyone?” you asked one morning as you sat across from him in the booth and sipped your drink, your break coinciding with the end of his meal. You weren’t sure where it came from, but it popped out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop it. The curiosity was eating you alive. You seemed to talk about everything apart from his love life.

He firmly shook his head, “nope”.

You frowned. “Really? When was the last time you went on a date?”

“With you,” he replied in that no-nonsense tone of his.

You cocked your head, peering over at him in disbelief.

“But Bucky…”

“What? I’m not interested in anyone else”.

“But we’re not together. And it’s been months”.

“I know”, he replied stoically as he sipped his coffee. His eyes seemed to be studying you.

“And we’re not getting back together…”

“I know”.

“But…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know, but I-I don’t like this. It feels like a ploy, somehow. To push me into taking you back” you stammered, your finger dancing on the rim of your mug.

“It’s not. It’s just a fact. I didn’t even bring it up, you did”.

He was frustratingly calm and unperturbed, finishing his breakfast like this was just some casual conversation about the weather or a movie he’d seen.

“So…what, you’re never gonna date anyone again? Is that it?” you scowled.

He shrugged, “I never said that. It’s just not something I’m looking to do right now. Work is taking up most of my time. Plus, I’m in therapy, working through a few things. I’d rather be in a better place before I start dating again. Learn from my past mistakes”.

“Oh…” you responded in surprise, “well…that’s very mature of you. And is it…helpful?”

“Mmm, pretty eye opening,” he nodded as he took another sip of his coffee, “I’d recommend it to anyone,” he looked at you pointedly.

You felt the heat at your cheeks, perfectly aware that he was suggesting you do the same. And he was probably right. But you didn’t like the potential to appear vulnerable in front of him, so you merely shrugged and went back to rubbing your coffee cup. You were genuinely pleased for him…it was just unfortunate that your break-up was the catalyst. You felt a wave of grief roll through you.

You paused for just a beat, again unable to stop your word vomit.

“Are you gonna ask if I’m seeing anyone?”

“No”.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s none of my business. You can date whoever you want”, he shrugged, keeping his attention on his plate.

You frowned. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Yes. I just want you to be happy, doll”.

“Bullshit!” you scoffed, “you once picked a man up by his ankles and dipped his head in the toilet because he grabbed my ass at that party…”

“Well, that was deserved. And I didn’t flush it on him, so he got off easy…”

You pointed an accusatory finger at him across the table. “Buck…I know you. What’s your game, here?”

He sighed heavily, taking a long sip of his coffee before he spoke. His eyes finally moved up from his plate to meet yours. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I just like being with you? In whatever form I can? That maybe I’m happy just getting this time with you every week, no matter what happens between us?”

“And that’s enough for you?” you asked incredulously.

He shifted in his seat, his tone suddenly very serious.

“Look, doll. I’m always going to love you. And I’m always going to be honest with you. If you turned around tomorrow and you told me you wanted to give things another shot – sure, I’d bite your hand off to accept. But I live in the real world. And I know you aren’t likely to forgive me for what I did, and that’s fine. I’ve accepted that. I’m just happy to have you in my life in some way, even if that’s just talking to you every Friday while I have my breakfast”.

You blinked back at him, unsure whether to take him at his word or if this was some manipulation tactic. The word ‘love’ echoed in your ears, and you had to shake it off that he said he still felt that way about you. Maybe this was all some trick. You knew you couldn’t trust him anymore.

But as you looked into his eyes, for a moment his sentiment felt…genuine. Real. Maybe he was telling the truth.

“Fine”, you sighed as you took a sip from your cup, “I get paid to be here either way…”

💔

A few more months passed, it had been nearly a year since the break-up. Bucky remained a weekly customer but nothing else. You’d finally moved out of Wanda’s into your own place – a shitty, cramped studio apartment was the best you could do on a waitress wage and tips – but it was yours. It had been such a long time since you’d had your own space, you loved every meagre inch.

You'd also started therapy, to help get your head around your childhood and abandonment issues - to help understand why you were always ready to run and expect everything to collapse. Bucky was right, it was valuable - if not hard going. But you knew it was helping, even though nothing could be 'fixed' overnight.

You still visited Wanda and Vis regularly. In fact, you were over there laughing with Wanda and making an early dinner when you got the call that Friday evening. She knew something terrible had happened from the way your face fell, your eyes widening with shock as you listened to the voice on the other end telling you whatever horror story it was. Seconds later you were rushing out of the front door and trying to wrangle on your coat and grab your bag, as she called out to you in a panic just steps behind.

“It was a massive heart attack,” the doctor had said as she eyed the clipboard in front of her. “He was lucky that a passerby on the street called an ambulance, if he’d been alone…he may not have been able to call himself, and if it had been too late…”

You had not been at the hospital long, sweating and panting in your rush to get down there. Your head fuzzy, unable to fully take in what you’d been told. The doctor was still talking, her voice an unidentifiable drone in your ears as you concentrated all your efforts on staying upright. You tugged off your coat, suddenly far too hot. The hospital felt like a furnace, suffocating and stifling. You were dizzy, everything felt blurred.

A couple of chairs sat a few feet away along the sterile-looking hallway, you plopped down into one and put your head in your hands.

“Can she see him?” Wanda asked the doctor, her hands patting your shoulders supportively.

“He’s stable, but the team are just doing some observations on him. Plus, he needs to rest, and might be feeling groggy after the meds. He’ll be out for a good while. It might take some time to be conscious and lucid again, so-”

“I’ll wait,” you said defiantly, the first time you’d spoken since you got there. “However long it takes”.

“Yes, I understand. And you’re his…friend?”

“Daughter,” you corrected. “I’m Lou’s daughter. Well…good as. He doesn’t have any other family. Neither of us do…”

The doctor nodded kindly, pointing out the coffee machine across the hall and leaving you to it.

💔

Wanda waited with you for a while, but she had a work event that night. She insisted she’d stay but you waved her off, telling her you’d check in with her later. She’d been planning that event for months. Lou would be mad at her for missing it, let alone over him. And you meant it, you didn’t want her missing it because of you.

So, she left. Leaving you by yourself in the hard chair with the plastic cup of lukewarm motor oil masquerading as coffee. Nat was out in the Bahamas with some hottie for the week, and you didn’t really want to bother Vis, so you sat quietly alone. You kept sane by reminding yourself that Lou was stable, and his prognosis looked good. He would be okay. He would. He’s made of strong stuff.

Another hour went by, and you couldn’t help your tears from falling as you began to work yourself up worrying, exacerbated by the fact you hadn’t eaten and had nobody around to stop you from spiralling. Wanda had sent a few texts, but you knew she was busy and didn’t need you distracting her. You just wished you had someone to talk to. Or not even talk to, just be with. You squeezed your phone in your hands as if willing the idea that someone would suddenly call you out of the blue. A friend you’d forgotten, a long-lost family member. But there was nobody.

Well, almost nobody.

You pulled your purse onto your lap and dug through, retrieving your wallet at the bottom. You opened it up and checked each card holder until you found what you were searching for, slightly worn and torn tucked behind the library card you barely used, but the details still clear as day.

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES

Director of 107 Inc.

You had scooped up the card after he left it in the hotel room. It was a bit of a split decision, you’d nearly tossed it in the trash but changed your mind at the last second and jammed it into your wallet, not really thinking about why. You hadn’t looked at it since, you’d never transferred his number into your phone, or even spoken to him outside of Fridays at the diner. But he had become something of a friend over the last few months, and you were surprised to find yourself looking forward to seeing him every week. It was as if you’d gotten to know each other again from scratch, a slow-burn friendship grown over time – the complete opposite of your initial whirlwind relationship, where heat had won out over foundations. But now, you felt you knew him differently. It was funny how you get to know somebody without the chemistry and physical attraction fogging up your brain.

Was this stupid? Were you asking for trouble? But…it would be nice to talk to someone. Just a phone call, nothing more. You took a deep breath and punched the numbers into the keypad before you could talk yourself out of it.

“Hello?” came his gruff voice in your year after two rings.

You sat upright, surprised he had even answered at all – let alone so fast. You hadn’t really thought about what you were going to say.

“Hey, Buck, I…” you squeaked, unable to mask the emotion in your voice.

“Doll?” his voice immediately softened, “what is it? Are you okay?”

“Yeah…well, no, actually. I’m at Mount Sinai…uh…Lou-uh, Lou had a big heart attack and I’m at the hospital and hesreallysickandI-I…”

You sobbed, your words melting into one as the pain of saying them out loud hit home, “I’m sorry I…”

“Hey. It’s okay. Take a moment for me, alright? Take a deep breath doll…”

You closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling, blowing the air out of your lips like he said. You did it a few times, feeling slightly better afterwards,

“Good, that’s good,” Bucky told you. “Are you by yourself? Are Wanda and Nat there with you?”

“No…Wanda is working, Nat’s away. It’s fine…I just…”

“I’m so sorry about Lou, doll”, he said tenderly. “Do you want me to come down there?”

“No…no…it’s okay…I just. I just wanna talk,” you replied, wiping your eyes with the palm of your hand.

“Yeah…yeah, we can do that. What shall we talk about?”

You sighed, “I don’t know. Anything. Anything that isn’t hospitals or heart attacks…or food. Because I haven’t eaten and I’m starving.”

“Alright. Hmm. Well…I had to break up a fight between Thor and Scott today, if that helps distract you…”

“What? But Thor is twice Scott’s size. That was mean of him…”

“No…Scott started it. Said Thor was mouthing off about something or other and it all blew up. Scott swung for him”.

“What?? Is he insane?” you practically shrieked, the beginnings of a giggle forming in your throat as you tried to imagine Scott trying to land a punch as Thor towered above him.

“I guess so. But they worked it out. Last time I saw them they were laughing, and Thor was swinging him from his shoulders”.

You laughed. A proper, deep belly laugh. It felt good. Cathartic. You could practically see some of the tension leave your body.

“Well, I’m glad they figured it out. What else did you do today, Buck?”

“Hm. Not a lot. Mostly work. I went to the park. Just to get some air. Went to that duck pond you like and sat on the bench for a while”.

You smiled, “I love that pond”.

“I know. Remember that time you nearly fell in trying to help that duckling trapped in the weeds?”

“I do. I remember that you had to catch me and I accidentally splashed pondwater on your suit as I stumbled…” you laughed fondly.

“Not the worst thing I’ve had my dry cleaner remove for me. And we got the duckling back to its mom, even if she was furious at us”.

“She tried to bite you…”

“She succeeded”.

You both chuckled for a moment as you reminisced, then it suddenly went quiet between you both. You held the phone tightly to your ear, unsure and a little lost for words. It felt odd to feel tongue-tied around Bucky, it had always been so easy to know what to say to him. Despite how easy it was to slip back into nostalgia just now, and your newfound friendship, there was still something of a gulf between the two of you. You had been apart for so long now.

“…thanks, Buck,” you whispered.

“Anytime, doll”.

💔

After you hung up with Bucky, a nurse came over and you shot up out of your chair with anticipation. She told you that Lou was doing well but was slowly coming around after a heavy sedative. He should be ready for visitors in another hour or so. You sighed heavily but nodded grimly, as long as Lou was alright – that was all that mattered.

You sank back into your faithful chair, pulling out your rapidly dying phone again and wishing you had the foresight to bring a charger when you left Wanda’s. Or some food, at least.

You continued your vigil in the unfeeling hospital hallway, a place that seemed to exist outside of time. But you had to admit, speaking to Bucky had raised your spirits a little. It reminded you of the old days, when he was an anchor in a storm, a calming presence when things were tough. Part of you had missed that.

You’d just closed your eyes a little while later when you heard someone call your name.

“Still hungry?”

Your eyes filled with tears as your head snapped to see who it was.

There stood Bucky dressed in his off-duty grey sweats, his unstyled hair flopping across his forehead. In his hand was a brown bag, you instantly recognised the brand of your favourite take-out place printed across the front. It smelled heavenly.

“Buck…?” you mumbled in shock, not quite believing he was there, “what…what are you doing here?”

He shrugged, “you said you were alone and hadn’t eaten. I know how you get when you’re anxious. Figured you could use this”.

It wasn’t clear if he meant the food or the company, but in that moment, you were grateful for both.

He sat in the chair next to yours and began to methodically remove the food tubs, placing them on your lap and opening the lids as he pulled out a fork and napkins.

“Hope you still like this one,” he said as he revealed your usual order.

“I do”, you replied, your voice small.

“Good. Dig in.”

You began to eat slowly, feeling strangely self-conscious about your audience. Fortunately, he pulled out a tub of his own which took the focus off you. The two of you sat side by side and ate in silence.

“Thanks for this, Bucky,” you mumbled between mouthfuls.

“Anytime. Any news on Lou?”

“Should be ready for visitors soon”.

“Well, that’s good. He’s a tough old bastard.”

You both finished your meals and Bucky got to work tidying up the empty containers and old napkins and depositing them in the trash. You thanked him as he sat back down.

“Hey…thanks again, that was really thoughtful - but really, you don’t have to stay,” you shrugged, “you probably have a busy night”.

He shook his head, “nope. I’m wide open”.

He stared straight ahead and leaned back, his bulk squeezing up against the armrests of the chair. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“What do you mean when you said, ‘I know how you get when you’re anxious?’” you asked him tentatively.

“Just…I know how you can spiral when you’re stressed. Figured you could use some company is all,” he casually as he moved his hair away from his face.

“T-thanks,” you responded, your throat dry, “I’m not really up to chatting much right now, though”.

He was nonchalant, “that’s fine”.

The two of you sat side by side, nothing said.

It was awkward at first, sharing this cold and sterile space with your ex, worries about Lou weighing you down. But then after some time…it was sort of…okay? He didn’t try to initiate any conversation; he didn’t show any signs of boredom – even though he must’ve been feeling it. Didn’t complain. Didn’t check his watch. He just sat and waited with you, his arms propped up casually on the armrests and his eyes trained on the wall in front of him. You were grateful that he’d heeded your request not to speak as you didn’t have the brain power to labour a conversation. You didn’t fully understand why, but him just physically being there was strangely comforting - as odd as that was to admit to yourself.

Eventually the nurse returned, her smile warm as she greeted you.

“Oh, you have a friend. Right on time, Lou is ready to see you now”.

You quickly got to your feet and dashed after her as she led you to Lou’s room. Bucky followed close behind.

Your heart sank when you finally saw him, covered in wires and tubes, his face suddenly much older than his years. You gasped, rushing over to his bedside.

“Hey, kiddo” he wheezed, a smile creeping over his face despite the obvious effort it required, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“Oh God, Lou, I was so scared…I thought you’d…” you took his hand in yours, unable to say the words out loud as the tears started again.

You felt like you’d cave in on yourself from the anguish, but a steadying hand found its way to your shoulder from behind you. Bucky squeezed once, a small reminder of his presence, then pulled his hand away. It was grounding, helpful.

“Hey there hon, I’m doin’ okay”, Lou rasped as he weakly tried to grip your hand in return. “But I guess this is a good reminder to lay off the bacon, huh?” he chuckled before the effort caused him to wheeze.

You smiled faintly and patted his hand, careful to mind the IV by his fingers, “you gotta start taking better care of yourself, okay? No more greasy breakfasts at work…”

He nodded slowly, his eyes flickering over to Bucky behind you, “you brought company…”

“Oh, yeah”, you turned to gesture to Bucky, “he sat with me and brought me dinner while I waited”.

Lou nodded, a flash of something in his eyes you couldn’t place. “You takin’ care of her?”

Bucky nodded in return, “of course”.

Lou inhaled deeply, “well…alright, I’m glad she’s not been by herself”, he begrudgingly offered. “I wouldn’t want her out in the cold…so to speak” he said pointedly, a clear reference to that awful night one year before.

“Rest assured…that would never happen,” Bucky responded coolly. “But I understand your concern”.

You watched as the two men stared at each other, something resembling an understanding seemed to lay between them.

💔

You sat with Lou for as long as you could before the doctor shooed you and Bucky out, explaining Lou needed to rest. You promised you’d be back tomorrow.

“Oh hon…no. Don’t waste your time on an old man like me,” he teased playfully.

“Oh, stop that. You know I’m going to be here with balloons and grapes, the whole shebang…” you grinned, putting your coat on.

“Good to see you, Lou” Bucky chimed in as he shook Lou’s hand, “you’ll be fighting fit in no time”.

Unbeknownst to you as you were busy with your bag and coat, Lou used a finger to beckon Bucky to move closer. Bucky obliged, leaning forward so that Lou could speak to him. His words were hushed but clear.

“Hurt her again and I’ll beat the living shit out of you. Bad ticker or not. And I don’t care how many of your goons you set on me…”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, but his expression betrayed no emotion, “understood”.

You turned, smiling obliviously at Lou just as Bucky stood back up to full height and cleared his throat. They both smiled back.

“See you tomorrow, Lou”.

“See you, kiddo”.

You left the room with Bucky trailing behind. As a small sob escaped your throat, his hand pressed firmly against your back. A small reminder that he’d shown up for you. He was there.

💔

[buckyalpine]

Please please please would you ever think of writing more to wait, what? I love it.

Maybe the group are upset they weren’t their for the wedding so they ask the reader and Bucky to have another one, renewing vows so they call all be there.

Plus the uncle and aunts playing with the baby. Babies first show of super grip.

More babies. How happy Bucky is when she is pregnant again. Maybe twins and they name them after the group; like have a girl so call her Samantha for Sam and a boy who is Nathaniel/Niklaus for nat.

Would love to see Tony as baby 2s godfather. Could totally see him “competing” against Steve. Look I got my Godkid this and that more than steve gave his. Not that it matters as tony fits for best uncle title so he gives everything to baby Stevie anyway :). Etc. Love your writing can’t wait to read your next fic. Anyway How are you? Hope you are well. How do you come up with stories?

YES YES One of my FAVOURITE AUs which I love to keep adding too. I've broken up this ask into parts here:

Wait, what? - 💔🥰 The secret you’ve been keeping from the team can only be hidden for so long (pregnant reader)

Wait, what? 2 -  🔥💔🥰 A little more back story + baby Barnes! (pregnant reader)

I do (again) Wait, what? 3 -  🥰 Everyone missed the first wedding, obviously you have to have another one

Wait, what? More Babies? -  🔥🥰 The family grows with a little new addition

Here is a little drabble with the aunts and uncles being complete menaces because they compete with each other. You shook your head looking at the growing pile of gadgets and toys collecting everywhere. There wasn't a single place where there wasn't a new present from either and aunt or an uncle, your kids spoilt beyond reason.

"Mama look!" Stevie ran into your room with a new shield in hand, proudly showing off the new technology it had been upgraded with from when he first got it. He whistled, grinning when the shield started to rumble before the plates shifted, expanding it to double the size. He had on a special type of watch fitted to his wrist and you couldn't even begin to comprehend what that would lead to.

"Baby, where do we keep all this?"

"In my room!" He scrambled off without looking back, only to have his presence replaced by the twins, each floating into the room with glowing red capes.

"What on earth are you to doing?" You knew better than to try and intervene with whatever it was they were doing, Samantha and Nathaniel giggling while sipping in circles from their latest gift from Aunty Wanda.

"Aunty Wanda charmed it for us!" They squealed, the tiny rocket booster running shoes they had been given from Tony boosting them to the ceiling.

"Get down from there!" You hissed, making your way to the living room to ask each God parent if they were trying to take years away from your life through stress.

"Did you see what I got for the tiny terminators" Tony grinned at Steve, hearing sound of laugher down the hall followed by your exasperated voice. He chuckled when he saw you disheveled form with each twin under your arm, clutching onto them like footballs to keep them from flying off.

"Best. God Father. EVER" Nathaniel grinned while Samantha nodded, trying to squirm from your hold.

"Steve jr got an upgrade too" Steve stated proudly, seeing his god son using his shield to surf down the staircase, causing you to drop one twin and catch your elder son before he face planted onto the floor.

"For F-" You caught yourself before finishing your sentence, both men snickering while you huffed, "I swear, wait till daddy is home" You placed your kids in a pile between their God fathers before going up to take a well deserved bath.

Bucky snorted at the sound of chaos that he heard as he made his way from the gym to your shared bedroom. He didn't want to set food into the living room when his demon spawn and Satan's love child god fathers were together, making his way straight to you instead.

"How are you mama" Bucky whispered softly, seeing the bathroom door left lightly ajar, the scent of lavender filling the room.

"Your children are spoiled Barnes" You peeked one eye open before closing it again, humming when you felt Bucky step into the tub, settling himself behind you.

"And who is spoiling mama?" He smirked, letting a sneaky hand trail down between your legs, kissing the sensitive skin on your neck, "Hm?"

A snap of his fingers was all that was needed to lock the doors and sound proof the walls. He'd already shot a text to Steve before coming to your room.

"You're both babysitting. Code XXX" (and Steve 1000% blushed like mad though Tony cackled and decided to set up a bet on if tonight would make another baby Barnes)

It was going to be a loooong night.

[ncis-nerd]

Series Inspired By Songs Masterpost

fluff- 🧸 smut- ✨️ angst- 💔 hurt/comfort- 🫶🏾

☆Austin - What happens when Nat gets home from a long mission to find her place trashed and her girl injured? nat x reader 💔

☆Austin (Part 2) - Nat is all alone at the hospital, who will she reach out to? Will the red-headed business woman come? wanda x nat x reader 💔🫶🏾

☆Austin (Part 3) - Wanda finally arrives to the hospital. Is y/n okay? Where's Nat? Will y/n be mad that Wanda is there? Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader 🫶🏾

☆Silk Chiffon - Mornings with your girlfriends are the best, Wanda's food is to die for and Nat is gonna be the death of you. You make the mistake of underestimating Nat and her strength. nat x reader, wanda watches. 🧸✨️

☆Girl I've Always Been - What happens when y/n is needy during Wanda's meeting? Nat walks in on them after she comes back from the grocery store. Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader 🧸✨️

feel free to leave requests! (all will take place in the same universe.)

[whisperofaflame]

reader who hears wanda and nat having sex and skidaddles back to her room and prays literally all night💔

reader who hears wanda and nat having sex and actually just spontaneously combusts in front of their door💔

reader who hears wanda and nat having sex and chews her way through the door to watch💔

- 🦊? (she/her, 19)

So many possibilities!!

1) most likely to actually happen

2) what reader fears will happen

3) what reader secretly wants to happen 🫣

The fox is all yours, lovely ♡

[zombiewidow]

ITS OKAY Honestly I got hyper excited when I saw the Wanda x puppy!r stuff…☹️☹️ Ugh I love being a puppy tbh SHOULD be normalized cause wdym people think getting into cages are weird or smth like they look super comfy atleast when u decorate them💔💔

Also…hear me out with a puppy!r and gross!gamer!Natasha…like imagine r picking up her habits and like idk eating cockroaches or bugs for her because her room is hideous and r would probably get a bit more sensitive if she heard Natasha yelling during her matches so r would probably have to buy something or simply get used to it☹️☹️

-✨

SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE!!! but i’ll definitely do this 😈😈 i love that so many ppl love gross gamer nat it makes me giggle fr

(i tend to answer requests one a time so i focus on one request and get it done shortly after replying)

[saphiccarma]

please do a part 2 of 'i loved you like the sun' 🙏

maybe something like wanda and reader start dating and nat realizes she has some feelings for reader, idk! you could write anything and i'll eat it up, i just want a 2nd part 💔💔💔

I'm on it 🫡

[esouliie]

nat is very rebellious and likes to go against what Wanda is saying and this always ends up w wans shooting nat glares n shit while their perfect little angel baby (y/n) is just sitting pretty on nat's lap like the good doll she is and nat takes advantage of this just to piss off Wanda.. no sweets til after dinner? nat will hand y/n one of does big swirly lollipops and let her lick on it like the mindless mutt she is <3 and Wanda will me like 😡👹👻🤬😧😧🥱😳💀👹👾👹💀😹😥💓💔💓😽❤️💀🖖💬💤💛💤💟😇🙃🫠😙☺️🤗😛🤑🤔🤨☺️🤗🙃😙🙃😇😃😅🙃😅😗😇😜😇🙂😇🫠😙🤪🥲😜🤗😛🤨🤫😇🙃😜😙😜😙🫠😙🫠😙☺️🤗😐😘😐😘🤗😃😜

oh yeah! reader knows her way around the dynamic! she knows it’s easier to get her way with natasha, and that she’s always willing to dote on you (bc she likes to AND bc teasing wanda with the little power she has is her fav past time.)

wanda, however, is a different ball park… and while she’s the nicest, most softest lady you know she has such a mean streak and will literally NEVER bend! it’s frustrating!! >_< like… pls can you give in just once?!!! but she won’t bc she knows as soon as she does, you’re gonna use and abuse that soft spot of hers from now on :P

“someone’s gotta be the adult!” as she likes to constantly remind you both.

[wandasaura]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeDx6NCN/

The way I want them to bring goofy!halloween wanda back rn ;-;💔

-🦈

Ps. Yesss i totally agree nat is a golden retriever fr. Wanda nat r just such cuties that radiate puppy energy

the way i cannot wait for it to be spooky szn so i can write a yail halloween fic 🥹 i love goofy little wanda so much

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

Bucky only laughed, “meet us in Louisiana. Take care y/n.” he cuts the call. Bucky’s guy was not a wrinkly old pervert, but this insanely good-looking man with great posture and a warm smile.

What a positive surprise 👀

You fumbled with your bag as he raised his eyebrows, “let me take that for you.” He offered. “Oh no, no it's fine.” You laughed out, and he raised his arms in defeat.

What a gentleman 🤭

Cass looks at him with all seriousness, “Do you play Fortnight?” Joaquin fumbled, “Yeah. A bit.” “Cool.” They both replied in unison.

That's so teenage boy coded 😅

You saw Cass and AJ grow up after the blip, and stayed with them when they needed help. You might not have the same blood, but they were your family. If this was six years ago, from the same spot you could hear Steve and Sam coming up with ideas to locate Bucky, Natasha and Clint in the backyard fighting over something stupid, Sarah and her late husband on the porch setting up the grill, and Wanda making things fly that made Baby AJ giggle.

🥰🥹🥰🥹

You opened your eyes, but found only darkness ahead of you. That sliver of hope you had of watching your found family under one roof again was alive for five years… until the minute you saw Natasha didn’t return with Clint, Wanda not even looking in your direction at Tony’s funeral, and Steve going back in time without saying goodbye.

Uff 💔

His deep brown eyes look at you as you take a sip, and he confesses, “I got a call before I came here. My Abuela.” He takes a deep breath, “She’s cooking up a feast for the local homeless shelter, and I know, I know she’s not well because her voice is raspy and she’s breathing too hard and I begged her to sit this one out, but she’s one stubborn woman, won’t even listen to her only grandson.” You shock him with a laugh, looking at the dew on your bottle, “Sounds like someone I used to know.” “Your ex?” he nudges your shoulder playfully. You laugh, “My sister actually,” recalling flashes of red hair chasing you around the Avengers compound, “yeah, she was a force to be reckoned with.”

🥺🥺🥺

“- look different?” you bring your knees closer, wrapping your arms around them, “I was adopted.” “ohhhh.” He drew out the exclamation, taking his sweet time not knowing what else to say.

I wonder what answer he expected haha

“She saved me from the Red Room. Took me under the wing, sent me to High School… God knows how that went.” You laughed recalling the absolute menace you were during your teens. “If there was mischief in school, my name was somehow related. And Nat was always there to get me out of it. Except for that one time I blew up the toilets to rebel against the dress code… said I deserved getting suspended.” The fight you had afterwards… Steve and Tony had to interfere or else you both would have torn each other’s heads off.

Just sibling things🥰

“I must be the last person you want to hear this from, but, know that the hurt you’re feeling right now, y/n,” he gently grasps your hand, “it’s just all the love you have for the person you lost. I don’t want to say it gets easier, but you get better at letting it out over time.”

That was a great answer 🥺

“No, no, Joaquin, we traveled for the entire day. We’re both tired. We can share the bed.” He was too tall to fit on the couch anyways.

Oh so there is just ✨️one bed✨️, I wonder what happens next 👀

Someone works out. You immediately slapped a hand on your mouth realizing you said that out loud. Frozen with embarrassment, you waited to see if he heard that.

Whoops 🤭😅

You huff out, “I always wanted to hike on that trail, never got the chance.” “Maybe you can come with me after all this is over.” He says coyly, nudging your shoulder, “I can show you around, we can go visit other places, Horseshoe Bend, Havasu Falls…” Y/n… just say it. He can’t be more obvious than this. You smirk, “Joaquin Torres,” he looks at you, his cheeks turning red, “are you asking me out on a date?” “Maybe… if you want to.” He looks at the ceiling, and to your amusement, you realize he was blushing, “And I promise I won’t scam you for money…” you laugh out loud, “I’m always up for hiking the trail, you know, because I work out.”

Ahhh not the call out that he works out 🤭🥰

“I went on tour to Japan, so…” you look into those chocolaty brown eyes again, his face in the sunlight makes his features stand out, your attention going to his lips. “Maybe you could take me with you next time.” He says, holding your hand, caressing the back as he looks at your lips. “Only if you want to.” You whisper, leaning in, praying you weren’t reading this wrong.

I'm sure they both want it 🥰😍

Under the Same Sky

Pairings - Joaquin Torres X fem!Reader (TFATWS AU)

Premise - You have your heart guarded for the longest time. But when you encounter a stranger on the same mission, will you be able to do the same?

Word Count - 4.5K

Warnings: Some strong language, references to Pop Culture, allusions to SMUT

a/n - I wrote this while I was falling in love with someone. This one is for everyone who ever fell in love, hope you guys have a happy ending that you truly deserve <3

“I swear to God Barnes, if this is some kind of dipshit prank you are playing on me, I’ll give your number to that sweet server lady from Yori’s Japanese place and record your introverted ass trying to strike a conversation.” You grumbled into your phone as you locked your door and walked down the stairs of yours (and Buck’s) apartment building.

After making you spill your morning coffee over the couch while telling you about him evading the country, breaking Helmunt Zemo out from prison, going to Madripor and Karli threatening Sam’s family, he had the goddamn audacity to ask for your help with the entire situation.

You were, of course, rushing to Louisiana for Sarah and the kids, because afterwards you get to murder him in cold blood.

“If this wasn’t for Sam’s family in danger, I would not have asked for you. And by the way, I am not an introvert. That’s you. Now hurry up, my guy’s waiting.” his annoyingly calm voice spoke through the phone.

“Is your guy about to be a wrinkly old pervert trying to get high by speed walking?” you almost screamed, reaching the ground floor and pulling open the back door towards the alleyway. The chill air makes you shiver a bit, and you find yourself colliding with a person, “oof” you hear a muffled sound coming from him.

“I’m so sorry- I-“ you began to explain yourself, but the other person spoke up first, “y/n?”

Your hand hovered over the concealed weapon on your waist, “uh, yeah?” you murmur, taking a step back in caution wondering how he knew your name.

“Yeah, I found her.” He speaks into his cell and cuts the call.

Dressed in casual clothes, he held a duffle bag in one hand, his eyebrows raised as he was looking at you. He smiled, waved at you, and Bucky spoke into your ear, “found my guy?”

“This is your guy?” you said pointing at him.

Bucky only laughed, “meet us in Louisiana. Take care y/n.” he cuts the call. Bucky’s guy was not a wrinkly old pervert, but this insanely good-looking man with great posture and a warm smile.

And to your horror, he was hot.

His warm, sun-kissed complexion hinted at his Mexican heritage. His hair added an air of rugged charm and you swore you never saw anyone with eyes so dark brown that drew you in instantly.

“You are…” you extend your hand after shoving your phone in the pocket of your overcoat.

“Lt. Torres.” He grimaced, embarrassed, “Joaquin. Joaquin Torres.” He extends his hand.

You shake his hand and oh god why are his hands so warm!

“Marines?” you ask, trying not to think about his hands.

“Air Force, ma’am.” He says, stepping back for you to get out of the doorway.

“Please, just call me y/n.”

You fumbled with your bag as he raised his eyebrows, “let me take that for you.” He offered.

“Oh no, no it's fine.” You laughed out, and he raised his arms in defeat.

He was walking to the end of the alley beside you, cold air escaping his lips.

Pink, soft, how would they feel on your lips and…

You concentrate on walking, trying not to look at him where his neck met his shoulders and goddammit what is wrong with you y/n can you stop daydreaming about this guy?

What you missed while giving yourself a pep talk… was the smirk on Joaquin’s face.

---

The initial car ride was a bit silent, awkward conversation hanging in the air. But then, like magic, the tension dissolved. You stumbled upon a shared love for Power Rangers and the cartoons of our youth. Suddenly, you were deep in conversation, reminiscing about your childhoods, carefree and filled with the magic of childhood. Turns out he isn’t much older than you, just a two year difference.

His laughter was infectious. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners, his teeth flashing in a wide grin – it was a sound that felt warm and comforting, somehow. You found yourself leaning towards him, captivated by the way his lips curved into a smile, the way the light caught the gold flecks in his eyes. The familiar road seemed to stretch on forever.

Finally when we pulled onto the familiar, deserted road leading to Sam's house, two small figures came into view, standing near the porch. 

“Auntie!” Cass and AJ sprinted to you as soon as you stepped out of the car.

“Heyyyy!” you laugh and fall back as they hug you with full force, “ugh, I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too!” AJ grinned as he refused to let go of you.

“Who's this?” Cass asked you, pointing towards Joaquin.

Among the excitement of meeting them, you almost forgot the poor guy. Joaquin stood next to the car awkwardly looking at you. You smile and introduce him, “guys this is my friend, Joaquin.”

“Hey.” He waved at Cass and AJ.

Cass looks at him with all seriousness, “Do you play Fortnight?”

Joaquin fumbled, “Yeah. A bit.”

“Cool.” They both replied in unison.

“Okay now let auntie breathe for a minute.” Sarah spoke as she walked towards you wearing an apron, clearly cooking for dinner.

You hugged her tight, meeting the family after so long, “Hey Sarah.”

You look towards Joaquin, how he was laughing with the kids. And then you look at Sarah, your soul sister, and how Bucky had asked you to break the news to her delicately, “Sarah, we need to talk.”

---

Sam and Sarah were your go to destination every summer. 

You saw Cass and AJ grow up after the blip, and stayed with them when they needed help. You might not have the same blood, but they were your family.

They have stayed away from all the mayhem, until now.

You three sat down on the kitchen table and told her everything that you knew about the situation.

“Dear lord.” Sarah sighed as she held your hand, “You think these people… they will come here?

“There is a possibility, but Sarah, I swear I won’t let anything happen, okay?” You squeeze her hand, “We’re here for you and the kids.”

Joaquin spoke up, “We have made arrangements just in case things go south, I’d suggest you to be ready to move anytime.”

“Okay.” looking at the kids playing in the living room, AJ laughing as Cass plays on the console, “I can’t let them be hurt again Y/N, they’ve been through so much.”

“I know.” You look at Joaquin, he gives you a smile and nods, a silent acknowledgement of the promise you were making to Sarah.

You will keep them safe, and Joaquin will be there for you.

---

Starry night sky, the cool lakeside breeze, and the slanted roof of the Wilson residence. 

You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes.

If this was six years ago, from the same spot you could hear Steve and Sam coming up with ideas to locate Bucky, Natasha and Clint in the backyard fighting over something stupid, Sarah and her late husband on the porch setting up the grill, and Wanda making things fly that made Baby AJ giggle.

You opened your eyes, but found only darkness ahead of you. That sliver of hope you had of watching your found family under one roof again was alive for five years… until the minute you saw Natasha didn’t return with Clint, Wanda not even looking in your direction at Tony’s funeral, and Steve going back in time without saying goodbye.

Your throat choked up trying not to cry as you recalled Natasha saving you from the hell called Red Room. She bought you up, taught you everything you know, she was the reason you were alive in the first place. Natasha was your sister in every sense, and she was taken away by fate.

Silently crying, you whisper a prayer off into the night.

“Is this seat taken?” you wiped off your eyes as you heard Joaquin.

He was standing on the attic window, two beers in hand. You shrug as he takes a seat next to you, handing you a beer.

“How did you find me?” you ask him.

“I didn’t actually,” he answers, “I just wanted a place to think for a while.” You notice the tension in his shoulders, he was trying too hard to act cool while something was clearly bothering him.

“Spit it out.” you nudge his shoulder with yours.

His deep brown eyes look at you as you take a sip, and he confesses, “I got a call before I came here. My Abuela.” He takes a deep breath, “She’s cooking up a feast for the local homeless shelter, and I know, I know she’s not well because her voice is raspy and she’s breathing too hard and I begged her to sit this one out, but she’s one stubborn woman, won’t even listen to her only grandson.”

You shock him with a laugh, looking at the dew on your bottle, “Sounds like someone I used to know.”

“Your ex?” he nudges your shoulder playfully.

You laugh, “My sister actually,” recalling flashes of red hair chasing you around the Avengers compound, “yeah, she was a force to be reckoned with.”

“She passed away a year ago.” You admit it out loud, it felt weird to talk about her in the past tense.

You feel his body go rigid beside you, “I’m sorry, I thought…”

“It’s alright.” You look at him, and smile involuntarily, “Natasha was more of a mother to me than a sister, and I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud but… I miss her.”

He acknowledges you silently. But after some time, you hear it in his voice; the moment it hits him, “Natasha… as in… Natasha Romanoff?”

It made you laugh; his jaw wide open in shock, eyes wide. He looked like his eyes would come out of his head. “I don’t go by Y/N Romanoff, for people to react like that.” You point at him and he closes his mouth.

“How… I didn’t know… but you two-”

“- look different?” you bring your knees closer, wrapping your arms around them, “I was adopted.”

“ohhhh.” He drew out the exclamation, taking his sweet time not knowing what else to say.

“She saved me from the Red Room. Took me under the wing, sent me to High School… God knows how that went.” You laughed recalling the absolute menace you were during your teens. “If there was mischief in school, my name was somehow related. And Nat was always there to get me out of it. Except for that one time I blew up the toilets to rebel against the dress code… said I deserved getting suspended.” The fight you had afterwards… Steve and Tony had to interfere or else you both would have torn each other’s heads off.

“My mom once got a call from the local ER when I was twelve.” He spoke up, looking at the stars and a smile spreading on his face, “I drove my bike off of the road and straight into the canal, and hit my head pretty hard. She was mad as hell and Abuela won’t stop fussing about me. I was grounded for the entire semester, but every night we three would sit in the living room to watch whatever was on Cartoon Network.”

There was sadness laced in every word of his, “That was the last summer I had with her. She passed away a few months later.”

You could not say anything.

You knew exactly how he was feeling right this moment, that empty feeling inside your chest left behind after somebody’s gone. You silently hold his hand, acknowledging the hurt he must be going through.

“I must be the last person you want to hear this from, but, know that the hurt you’re feeling right now, y/n,” he gently grasps your hand, “it’s just all the love you have for the person you lost. I don’t want to say it gets easier, but you get better at letting it out over time.”

“Thank you, Joaquin.”

He smiles, taking a sip from his bottle glancing at you. Dark brown pupils looking right into yours.

Damn he’s pretty.

Your heart dropped a beat, a funny feeling in your chest unblurring the next second.

The first thing Natasha and Clint taught you was how to read people. You could tell what was going on in someone’s head just by looking at their subconscious cues. A voice in your head pointing out everything you need to know about them.

It was quite silly to be honest, that voice inside your head that had been quiet for a while now, was screaming at you for not looking at what was right in front of you…

You liked him.

---

“I was not expecting that.” You speak into Sam’s empty room, standing on the doorway with Joaquin.

Cass and AJ had separate rooms, Sarah had hers, and the only empty one was Sam's, which you were to share with Joaquin.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He says unprompted.

“No, no, Joaquin, we traveled for the entire day. We’re both tired. We can share the bed.” He was too tall to fit on the couch anyways.

 He picked his bags and settled in, “You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. No worries.”

Worries, y/n, you’re not doing this out of goodwill. I mean… His arms? Just imagine how they would look wrapped around your-

You let out an internal scream and started unpacking your luggage before you did something scandalous, freshened up in the washroom and returned to the room to see him lying on one side of the bed, his back to you, wearing only sweatpants and a white vest. Your eyes were drawn straight to his biceps, they looked like they belonged to some sculpture in the dim lamplight.

Someone works out.

You immediately slapped a hand on your mouth realizing you said that out loud. Frozen with embarrassment, you waited to see if he heard that.

When you were certain he didn’t, you took your place on the other side, and were immediately knocked out by the exhaustion.

---

Next Day

You woke up to the smell of pancakes and the shouts of AJ and Cass from the backyard. You stretched out, thinking of any tasks you had to do today. You'd helped Sarah pack a go-bag yesterday and set up the alarms around the house. The only task left was to have a look at the Attic. The clutter filled there could be the best hiding spot for anyone.

After sniffing the smell of fresh pancakes for the second time, you couldn't resist any longer. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and padded downstairs.

Sarah and Joaquin were laughing in the kitchen, the sound warm and inviting. He was wearing an Air Force t-shirt over his sweatpants, his hair still damp from his shower, and a lazy smile playing on his lips. Of course he's a morning person, you thought, a pang of envy hitting you.

"Good morning sleepyhead," Sarah called out, her eyes twinkling.

Joaquin looked up, his smile widening as he saw you. You realized, with a jolt, that you were still in your Naruto pajamas, your hair a complete mess. Panic surged through you, but when you saw him smiling at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, you relaxed slightly.

"Morning," you mumbled, taking a seat at the table.

"Joaquin made these," Sarah announced proudly, placing a plate of golden brown pancakes in front of you. "They're incredible."

"They are," you agreed, already taking a bite. "God bless you, Sarah, these are heavenly."

"Oh, that's all Joaquin," Sarah said, pouring you a tall glass of something. "I just made the milkshakes."

"Milkshakes!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening.

"Chocolate and caramel," she said, placing the glass in front of you. "With extra cream."

"Thank you!" You high-fived her, then turned to Joaquin. "And thank you, for the pancakes."

"Anytime," he said, taking a bite of his own pancake. He met your gaze, a slow, appreciative smile gracing his lips. You swore you saw a glint of something in his eyes – amusement? Admiration? Something more? You blinked, suddenly unsure of yourself.

Is my head playing tricks with me? you wondered, your heart pounding a little faster than it should be.

---

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm…”

“Uhh… What's the whole deal with John Walker?” Joaquin asked while fixing a sensor on the attic window.

All afternoon you had been setting up sensors anywhere there was a blind spot. You don’t want to scare Sarah, but your gut would not be satisfied until the house was a fortress.

“It’s the government’s doing to be honest. I have a feeling it’s gonna implode royally and they’ll be doing anything to cover it up.” You looked up from your tablet, “including taking down Walker.”

“Damn.” He stopped, climbing down the window still, “you speak like you’ve witnessed this before.”

You let out a dry laugh, connecting the sensor to your tablet, “I saw the Avengers being torn apart from the inside.”

“Wait,” he tilts his head, his hair bouncing while doing so, “you were with the Avengers during the Sokovia Accords?”

“Yep.” You sit along the wall under the open window, with the sunlight pooled into the attic and cool air rushing in, and pat the space next to you, “I was eight maybe, when Natasha and Clint saved me from being an assassin for The Red Room.” You took a deep breath, “Grew up with them, I stayed mostly on the sidelines until the Civil War. Then it was three years of being blacklisted by the government and whatnot.” he takes a seat right next to you, your shoulders touching.

“Enough about me,” you look at him, “What about you? Where are you from?”

“Born in Mexico, raised in Arizona.” He looks at you, his eyes in the sunlight shining bright.

Can eyes sparkle? I’ve never seen someone’s eyes sparkle before.

“Damn. Grand Canyons, huh.” you smile as you imagined him in hiking gear.

“Yeah, I’ve been there many times and believe me… it takes my breath away every single time.”

You huff out, “I always wanted to hike on that trail, never got the chance.”

“Maybe you can come with me after all this is over.” He says coyly, nudging your shoulder, “I can show you around, we can go visit other places, Horseshoe Bend, Havasu Falls…”

Y/n… just say it. He can’t be more obvious than this.

You smirk, “Joaquin Torres,” he looks at you, his cheeks turning red, “are you asking me out on a date?”

“Maybe… if you want to.” He looks at the ceiling, and to your amusement, you realize he was blushing, “And I promise I won’t scam you for money…” you laugh out loud, “I’m always up for hiking the trail, you know, because I work out.”

You groan in between laughing, “you heard that!”

“Yeah, I heard you checking me out…”

“…I wasn’t checking you out!” you fall back on the wall, “You have nice arms. That’s all.” You try not to smirk, but you see him do so from the corner of your eye.

“That’s all? What about my sensor uploading skills?” he wavered his eyebrows.

“10 by 10. You remain undefeated.”

Silence falls over as you keep stealing glances at each other. It’s only broken when he says, “You’re really pretty by the way.”

You laugh, and nudge his shoulder, “just pretty?”

“…and a Geek, you looked great in those Naruto pajamas…”

You hide your face in your hands but he continues, “Where did you get them? Costco?”

“I went on tour to Japan, so…” you look into those chocolaty brown eyes again, his face in the sunlight makes his features stand out, your attention going to his lips.

“Maybe you could take me with you next time.” He says, holding your hand, caressing the back as he looks at your lips.

“Only if you want to.” You whisper, leaning in, praying you weren’t reading this wrong.

Joaquin took hold of your neck, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. He pulled you closer, your lips meeting in the middle with a soft, exploratory touch. His lips were soft, as you'd imagined, and his hands cradled your face, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. His tongue darted out, tasting you, a low groan rumbling in his chest that sent shivers down your spine. You wanted him to do more, go further, and you pulled back slightly, your eyes searching his.

Before Joaquin could protest, you straddled him, pushing him back against the wall. His eyes widened in surprise, a predatory glint entering them. You crashed your mouth on his, this time with a fierce urgency. The soft exploration of your first kiss quickly escalated into a desperate demand, your bodies pressed together, a primal need igniting within you.

"Fuck... y/n," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He pulled back slightly, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck, his breath fanning against your skin. He found the sweet spot on your pulse, sucking on it with a possessive intensity that made you arch against him. You gasped, clutching at his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric.

He leaned back, his eyes closed, a blissful moan escaping his lips. "God, you taste incredible," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. He kissed you again, this time a slow, deliberate exploration, his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth, mapping every curve.

Every inch of your body seemed to ignite by his touch, time melting away. There was only him, his hands roaming over your body, his lips devouring yours, and the intoxicating feeling of desire that consumed you both.

High Pitched and Grating, a sensor alarm rang through the attic.

You retreat in shock, like two deer caught in headlights, and Joaquin grabs the tablet and sees where this was happening.

Blood drained from his face as you witnessed at least four flag smashers moving towards the Wilson residence, guns armed, maybe a mile away.

He gets up, “East side?” grabbing the tablet and locking the windows.

“I’ll get Sarah.” You reply, already on your feet rushing downstairs.

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"Halt," Lucas whispered, his voice a low growl in the pre-dawn darkness. The team crouched low, their figures mere shadows against the backdrop of the dense forest. Sam Wilson's house loomed ahead, a beacon of normalcy in the encroaching gloom.

"I see only two people inside," Matt reported, his voice a whisper cutting through the silence. "No kids." He checked the thermal scanners, the infrared images flickering on his visor.

Artie, his face pale in the moonlight, grabbed Lucas's shoulder. "Karli didn't say anything about kids."

"She told us to bring them alive," Lucas reminded him, his eyes fixed on the house. "And they need to be unharmed for negotiation."

Nadia shifted uncomfortably, her hand tightening around the grip of her revolver. "I don't like this," she muttered, her voice laced with unease. "I didn't agree to harm any kids."

Lucas turned to her, his gaze sharp. "Nadia!" he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "We're doing this. One way or the other. Stop whining and get to work."

He took a deep breath, the metallic scent intensifying. "One World..." he began, his voice echoing in the stillness.

"One people," his team responded in unison, their voices a low, guttural chant.

With a silent, coordinated movement, they emerged from the shadows, their figures gliding towards the Wilson residence, the air thick with anticipation and a chilling sense of foreboding.

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"Go, go, go!" you barked, adrenaline surging through you. You snatched Sarah's bag, your fingers brushing against the cool metal of the handgun inside. You grabbed AJ's hand, his small fingers clutching yours tightly, and ushered them towards the waiting car.

Cass and Sarah were already running, their figures mere shadows against the encroaching twilight. You threw the bags in the backseat, your movements a blur, then helped Cass and AJ climb in.

Sarah slid behind the wheel, her face pale. "Y/n, what are you doing?!" she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"I have to stay here," you said, your voice firm. "Make sure they don't follow you." You shoved your Glock into Sarah's hand.

A roar from inside the house cut through the tension. "Y/n! They're here!" Joaquin's voice, amplified by the sudden silence, echoed through the air.

"Sarah, I promise I'll be fine," you said, your gaze locked with Cass's in the rearview mirror. Tears were streaming down her face, but she nodded, her small frame trembling. "You have to go." You shoved your tablet into her hands, a desperate plea in your eyes. "Remember what I told you earlier. You'll be safe here."

"Sarah, go!" you screamed, your voice hoarse.

You watched as the car lurched forward, disappearing down the dirt road that snaked towards the water. A beep on your watch confirmed her location, a fleeting sense of relief washing over you.

Phase One. Over.

Phase Two. Let's go.

You sprinted through the back door, the house suddenly feeling eerily silent. Joaquin was already there, a grim set to his jaw. He was clad in his SHIELD armor, the sleek black material gleaming in the dim light. Guns and your emergency bag lay scattered across the kitchen table, a grim testament to the impending battle. You stole a glance at the tablet, its screen flickering with life as it ran facial recognition on the figures outside.

"Ready?" you asked, your voice a low growl, as you slipped on the bulletproof vest and began loading the magazines.

"Yeah," Joaquin replied, his eyes scanning the room, assessing the situation.

You looked out the window, the setting sun casting long, eerie shadows across the yard. "Let's hope Sam doesn't sue us for destroying his house," you muttered.

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Love y'all, Take Care!

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Lost Without You | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! Ya girl is back with some sweet sweet angst.

If you like what you read do me a favor and reblog so that others can find my stuff 🥰

Warnings: blood, reader injury, Bucky missing you terribly 💔

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Bucky leaned against the wall with a coffee in hand, waiting for you to make your safe return. He looked around the empty hangar as he stirred sweetener into your drink, an unstoppable excitement to see you building in his chest. He hated being forced to stay at home and go through the motions without you. The apartment just didn’t feel the same without your ‘Hoe Shit’ playlist blaring on a Saturday morning or your uproarious laughter as you rewatched New Girl for the millionth time. And after two long weeks, he was more than ready to have you back by his side. 

A deafening roar filled the air, signaling to Bucky that the quinjet was making its descent. He knew better than to greet you with coffee. The last time he’d done so, you’d jumped into his arms without thinking and sent hot coffee spilling all over both of you, scalding your skin and staining Bucky’s clothes. And as he chuckled at the memory, he opted to set your drink on a nearby crate of supplies, just in case.

He quickly raked a hand through his hair and tugged on his T-shirt in the hopes to look his very best for you. But he knew it didn’t matter to you if he showed up in a tux or a pair of sweats- you’d just be happy to see him.

The door to the quinjet opened and Bucky’s heart leapt into his throat, but it was Wanda who appeared first. A slight tinge of disappointment tarnished his anticipation, but he kept a smile on his face regardless. He eyed her as she exited the jet with her eyes down and her shoulders slumped, devoid of her usual cheery nature. This was not the Wanda he knew- something was wrong. 

“Hey, Wanda! How’d it go?” 

She didn’t answer. She didn’t even make eye contact. She simply walked past him and stormed down the hall, a flare of red following in her wake. Maybe she’s just tired, Bucky thought, maybe she’s in a bad mood.

But then Bruce ignored his greeting. As did Nat. And Scott. And Sam.

Bucky waited for you, watching the jet with a sharp intensity. He knew you were probably just tidying your things or talking with Clint about the mission, but an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. It was an unshakable sense of foreboding that infected every cell in his body, setting him on edge. And after ten minutes without even a glimpse of his best girl, panic set in. 

“Sam- hey,” Bucky caught up with his friend and tugged on his jacket, stopping him dead in his tracks, “what’s the deal? Where’s-”

“You need to talk to Barton.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at Sam, not quite comprehending the situation. He made a beeline back to the jet and stormed up the ramp in search of Clint, finding him busily typing in his mission log. 

Without lifting his head, Clint knew who had come to speak to him. “Hey, Barnes-”

“Where is she?” Bucky’s eyes roamed the jet, desperately searching every nook and cranny for your warm smile. But you were nowhere to be found. The jet sat empty, save for some supplies and a few extra weapons. A sharp anxiety ripped through Bucky when he eyed your lonely duffel bag sitting in the corner- untouched. Before Clint could even open his mouth, Bucky had him by the collar.

“Woah, easy-” Clint struggled against Bucky grasp- to no avail, “hey- I didn’t do anything to her. Hands off”. 

An unsettling combination of fear and rage burned behind Bucky’s eyes, but a gentle hand on his shoulder calmed the storm. He breathed a deep sigh of relief as he turned to face you, embarrassed that he’d reacted so irrationally. 

But it wasn’t your hand on his shoulder. 

The eyes of Maria Hill stared back at him, cautioning him against hurting Clint any further. 

“Can someone just fucking tell me where my girl is? Why is she-”

“She’s not here.” 

Maria’s words didn’t make sense. Why weren’t you home safe with the rest of the team? Why did they return without you? 

“We lost her. She was ambushed…taken,” Maria’s voice waivered at the mention of your tragic circumstance, “But they’ll keep her alive-”

“We think”, Clint added, earning him a swift kick from Maria. 

Bucky’s world melted. Everything seemed to run together, mixing and blurring until it became a shapeless fog. Nothing made sense anymore. Despair punched a hole through his chest, suffocating him. 

“This wouldn’t- this wouldn’t have happened if I were there…” Bucky’s words were barely audible, his ability to speak slowly failing as misery crept up on him.

“Aww, come on, man,” Clint clapped a hand onto Bucky’s shoulder, “You can’t put that on yourself-” 

“I’m not, I’m putting it on you”, Bucky swatted at Clint’s hand, “I’m calling you incompetent. You were the lead on this mission- how the fuck did this happen?”

The second Bucky heard Clint utter the words “I sent her off on her own”, he was done. Without a word, he stormed off. 

In his over one hundred years of life, he couldn’t remember being this scared, this full of anxiety and dread. His normally steady hands shook with almost violent tremors, and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. He needed to find you, to get to you as soon as he possibly could. He needed to bring you home. 

“Where is she?” Bucky almost yelled as he pushed through the door of Fury’s office, “I can be ready to leave in two minutes-”

Fury raised a calm hand, his demeanor far too relaxed given the circumstances. He leaned back in his chair and lazily pressed a few buttons on his keyboard. “Hmmm”, he shrugged, “Her tracking device isn’t responding”.

Bucky stared at him, waiting for a ‘but’ that never came. His hands slammed against Fury’s desk, the vibranium sending a deep crack splintering through the wood. Bucky’s hulking form loomed over Fury, casting a shadow over him completely- but Fury didn’t even flinch. 

“SO? What do we do? How do we get her back?” Desperation coated every word from Bucky’s mouth. He stared Fury down with an unmatched intensity, panic constricting his pupils into microscopic pinpricks. He couldn’t believe how indifferent Fury was, how simply unbothered he appeared. 

Fury waved Bucky off, “we’ll have a team on it tomorrow. But for right now, we-”

“That’s not good enough!” Bucky almost growled, his voice low and threatening, “I’m not letting her rot at some Hydra facility- I know what they’ll do to her!” 

Fury finally stood from his chair and met Bucky’s eye line for the first time. A cold, aloof attitude dripped from his lips as he spoke:

“She’s not the first agent to go missing, Barnes”. 

A chill ran down Bucky’s spine. He didn’t care if you were the first agent lost on a mission or the five hundredth- he was going to get you back. “She didn’t ‘go missing’- she was taken!” Bucky slammed his hand on the desk yet again, deepening the fissure in the wood, “One of your agents was taken hostage! She was ambushed and abducted!”

Fury sighed. He seemed annoyed somehow, like your current situation was an inconvenience to him. “Regardless, Barnes. It will get handled. We have people for this.” 

He made a move for the door, only to be stopped by Bucky’s wide shoulders. Bucky’s sharp, hot breaths fanned Fury’s face, and he swore he could hear Bucky’s heart pounding in his chest. The normally quiet, reserved James Buchanan Barnes looked like a rabid dog, like some uncontrollable force of nature destined to strike at any second.

“Are we gonna have a problem here, Barnes?” Bucky knew better than to accept this as a simple question- it was a threat. 

“Dispatch a team. Now.”

Fury rolled his eye, “I can’t. We don’t know where she is-”

“Then I’m taking a jet and going back to her last known location-”

“Like hell you are! You are a SWORD agent now, Barnes. That means I’m in charge- I green light the missions. And you have not been given approval to waste time and money on some goddamn wild goose chase for your girlfriend”.

It was only a few moments later that Fury had Bucky escorted from the compound, and enacted security measures to keep him out. The building was sealed against him, restricting him access to your last known coordinates, weapons, jets, and the names of your possible abductors. 

Bucky was completely and utterly helpless. 

He stalked toward the parking garage after being denied entry to the compound “until further notice”. And when he slid into the driver’s seat of your black Audi, the smoldering rage in his chest fizzled out; the passenger seat was empty. 

You were supposed to be there. 

You were supposed to hold Bucky’s hand while he drove, tell him stories from your mission, sing along to every song that came on the radio. He’d planned on taking you to Shake Shack for your favorite burger and fries, a post-mission tradition the two of you never skipped. You were supposed to arrive home together and immediately rip each other’s clothes off, followed by a long nap, a movie, and takeout from your favorite Indian restaurant. To round out the night, you’d share a shower and Bucky would hold you close under the warm water, telling you just how much he’d missed you. And finally, he’d carry you to bed and let you drape your body over his. You’d rest your head on his chest and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, like you did every night.

But Bucky arrived home alone. He sat in the car for what felt like hours- but didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t want to open the front door and see your favorite blanket on the couch or your grocery list on the counter. It was too much. 

And so he made a call to Sam. He crashed on his friend’s couch that night, but sleep never touched him. He laid awake all night worrying about you, wondering where you were, hoping to god or any deity who would listen that you were still alive. And just as the sun began to peek through the curtains, Bucky’s phone rang.

“Nat?”

“They’re not sending a team.”

Bucky bolted upright, his mouth suddenly dry, “What- what do you mean? Why?”

“Fury said…” Nat paused, wondering if she should even tell him, “he said there’s ‘no point’ in sending a team after her. He doesn’t think Hydra had reason to keep her alive.”

He’d never been so furious before, so completely and utterly enraged. Goosebumps rose across his skin, prickling down his neck. This wasn’t the hot, smoldering rage that sent fire searing through his veins; this was a special type of outrage, spurred by deep betrayal. It nipped and bit at his skin like a cold, relentless wind, sending a sharp shiver snaking up his spine. His left hand formed a tight fist, so tight that the vibranium began to creak and whine under the pressure. 

Nat didn’t want to continue, didn’t want to deliver the final blow, “Fury thinks she’s already dead…” 

Nat knew Bucky too well, knew he was about to start spiraling. “Barnes, hey. I know she’s still alive, okay? There would be no point in abducting her just to kill her. Hydra’s too smart to kidnap a SWORD agent without reason. I stole a drive from Fury’s briefcase, some files from his office- we’re gonna get her back. I’ll meet you at your place”.

Nat’s soft knock was answered in an instant. She stood in the doorway, slightly bewildered by Bucky’s early morning energy, and snaked around him to gain access to the apartment. “I’m guessing you haven’t eaten lately, so…bagels”. She dropped the paper bag full of bagels on the kitchen counter, followed by a stack of “borrowed” files. Bucky poured over document after document, scanning every miniscule detail for a hint as to where you might be. Nat matched his intensity, only pausing to spread cream cheese on a blueberry bagel and practically force it down Bucky’s throat. 

“I know you’re desperate to find your girl…just don’t forget to be a human. Okay?” Nat warned as Bucky walked her to the door after a long day of searching, “You can’t rescue her if you die of starvation first.” Bucky nodded along and promised to eat and sleep the appropriate amount, but both he and Nat knew it was a lie.

Days passed with no update from SWORD, nothing new from Nat, and zero help from any of the materials taken from Fury. Hopelessness grabbed Bucky by the ankles, pulling him down, down, down a rabbit hole of despair. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe you were really missing. He’d had dreams like this time and time again, in which Hydra stole you from his side in the dead of night or took you hostage to create a new Winter Soldier. 

But this time, he couldn’t wake up.

A knock on the door pulled Bucky from his third pass at an encrypted document, and he silently cursed the interruption. He forced his ragged body to rise from its seemingly permanent place on the couch and opened the door, only to be greeted by his partner in crime.

“Jesus Christ, you look terrible…” Nat eyed Bucky’s messy hair and the dark circles that lay beneath his eyes. A ghostly pallor erased any hint of life from his face and a seemingly permanent scowl pulled his lips into a frown. He was a shell of himself, a ghost of the man he used to be. 

Bucky quickly ushered Nat inside, almost dragging her over the threshold by her elbow. “What’s the update? Did you hear anything from Fury? I was looking at some of the-”

“When’s the last time you slept, Barnes?”

Bucky ignored her question. He continued about possible Hydra bases and locations they’d most likely use to hold hostages, but Nat interrupted him yet again.

“Hey- have you gotten any sleep? At all?” 

“I don’t- no, not really. It’s fine, Nat. I’m a super soldier”, he huffed, “anyway, I was thinking that-”

“No. Not ‘anyway’. You need to take care of yourself. You need to eat. You need sleep. I bet you don’t remember the last time you drank water”, Nat rubbed the heel of her hand against her forehead. “I know you wanna find her. I get it- so do I. But you’re not paying yourself enough attention. How are you supposed to rescue her if you’re running on no sleep and haven’t eaten in a week?”

Bucky shrugged, “that kind of stuff isn’t important right now. I’m fine. I can catch up on my sleep after I get her back. When she’s home and I know she’s safe, we’ll eat Shake Shack together and I’ll sleep for three days. I’ve been focused on the intel you brought me- every ounce of my attention is devoted to those files”.

“Bucky, I-”

“Just stop! Okay?” Bucky’s ragged voice echoed through the quiet apartment. “You don’t understand- I’m dying inside. My girl is out there somewhere being subjected to some of the most heinous, sadistic forms of torture known to man- I’m not gonna stop looking for her so I can take a fucking nap.” 

Nat watched Bucky’s tough exterior begin to crack and collapse before her eyes. He slumped into a kitchen chair, utterly dejected. 

“Her glasses are still next to our bed. She has a half-read book sitting on the coffee table. Alpine sits at the front door every night, waiting for her to return. The ‘welcome home’ flowers I bought her are still on the counter- dead. It’s almost…it’s almost like she’s here. It’s like she’s everywhere and nowhere all at once.” He paused for a moment, allowing his head to drop into his hands. 

“It’s so quiet here without her- it’s never this quiet…” Bucky’s voice cracked, “Our home has never felt this empty. I feel like the plans we had for the future were stolen from us- all the things we wanted to do together, the places we wanted to go. The devastation, the fucking sorrow…it hurts. It actually physically brings me pain. So I can’t stop what I’m doing to eat a sandwich or doze off. She’s- she’s probably wondering why I haven’t come for her yet. That’s why I need to find her- I can’t let her suffer anymore”.

Nat’s knees almost buckled. She’d lost people before, but never felt anything close to what Bucky described. She couldn’t imagine the hollow feeling, the ghostly sensation of being haunted by the things left behind by a loved one. Bucky was mourning you without a body to bury, and it was killing him.

“Okay, how about…” Nat rested a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “How about I make you something to eat? That way you don’t have to stop reading. And I’ll help you go through everything.” She dropped into the seat next to him, her own resolve failing. “I haven’t given up- you’re not in this alone, Barnes. I’ve been going by headquarters every day and pilfering through everything SWORD has on possible Hydra hideouts, but…I just haven’t found anything aside from what we have here. I’m sorry I couldn’t find more.”

She left Bucky alone at the table, setting her sights on the kitchen. It was obvious that Bucky needed to eat, but Nat knew in her heart the he didn’t have any groceries.

The pair sat together at your kitchen table, their eyes glued to confidential documents and profiles of Hydra leaders. They shared pizza and Chinese takeout, eating their meals without breaking focus. Nat slept every now and then, but only when her brain absolutely demanded rest. Bucky pushed on, powering through the debilitating exhaustion. He hated when his body shut down on him and forced him to sleep, even if it was only for thirty minutes. He was hell bent on finding any clue, any morsel of information that might lead him to you.

With Nat’s help, Bucky accessed the last file from Fury’s drive and dove in head first. He had his every hope and prayer riding on this final document. And his prayers were answered. 

“Oh- shit. Oh my god, I think-” Bucky’s eyes snapped up to meet Nat’s, “Give me the coordinates of the last mission- the location where she was last seen.” 

Nat scrolled through her mission log like her life defended on it, “umm, 44.2643 degrees north, and 109.7870 degrees west. Why?” 

A wave of goosebumps rose over Bucky’s skin, “there’s a Hydra base at those exact coordinates. An underground base. Literally. It’s carved into the side of a mountain.” 

Nat’s eyes widened, “So when Fury said her tracking device wasn’t responding-” 

“It was responding! He just didn’t think it would be at those coordinates- he assumed it was left behind at the mission site and that she was taken elsewhere.”

In no time at all, Bucky and Nat were geared up and ready to go. They assembled a team as quickly as they could, calling Sam, Wanda, Scott, and even Rhodes to assist them in their rescue mission. Rhodes developed an elaborate lie, telling Fury that he was the one who’d found your location- out of sheer dumb luck. Fury granted him access to weapons and a jet, giving the mission the green light Bucky had been so desperate for.

Bucky’s heart thrummed as the jet sliced through the sky. He couldn’t let himself get his hopes up, wouldn’t allow himself to assume you were alive and well. There was still a chance that you were no longer at these coordinates, still a chance that you weren’t even breathing. He, instead, focused on the the joy it would bring him to spill the blood of Hydra operatives. He didn’t want to kill anymore, not after his years as the Winter Soldier. But Hydra was an exception.

Before Bucky knew it, it was boots on the ground. The team descended upon the secluded Hydra base, fully prepared to slaughter every last operative who stood in their way. Nothing and no one was going to keep Bucky from his best girl, not even god himself.

He tore down corridors and exploded through locked door after locked door while the team handled anyone who dare try and stop him. As he traveled down staircase after staircase with Wanda in tow, an eerie feeling crept across Bucky’s skin. The air felt heavier, more sinister. An intense dread greeted him as flashbacks of his time as Hydra’s prisoner washed over him. He couldn’t shake the uneasiness, the stomach-churning anxiety that the all too familiar surrounding stirred in his soul. The lights flickered and a chilling sound filled the damp air. It echoed off the stone walls and surrounded him completely, setting him on edge. It was then that he realized what the sound was: a scream.

Your scream. 

Bucky’s body moved forward on autopilot, pushing him as fast as possible in the direction of your agonized cry. And when he reached a reinforced door with a biometric scanner attached, he knew exactly what it was hiding. The right combination Bucky’s vibranium arm and Wanda’s magic ripped the door from its hinges and gained Bucky entrance to the eerie room that served as your cell.

Dried blood stained the concrete floor a sickly brownish red. An alarming variety of wires and tubes wove their way in and out of your body. A gag lay between your teeth. Bucky shuddered. But you were still breathing, and that’s all that mattered. He holstered his gun and flew to your side, his hands shaking as he reached for you for the first time in weeks. 

But as his hands made contact with your battered body, you flinched.

Fresh tears sprung from your eyes and ran down your cheeks as your muffled cries begged Bucky not to hurt you. 

“She’s blindfolded…” Wanda huffed, “she can’t-”

Bucky hadn’t even noticed the heavy duty blindfold keeping you in the dark, keeping you isolated. He remembered not too long ago when an almost identical blindfold had adorned his face, preventing him from knowing what cruel and unusual torture was coming for him next.

The familiar sound of Wanda’s voice immediately sent your heart leaping into your throat. For the first time in what felt like years, you had hope. With gentle hands, Bucky slipped the blindfold from your face and pulled the gag from your mouth. He watched you squint and blink as you attempted to get used to the harsh, fluorescent lights. You couldn’t quite make out who it was standing before you, but the familiar glint of black and gold was all you needed.

“Bucky?”

“Hey, sweetheart…”

Instinctually, you tried to throw your arms around Bucky’s neck, but the chains that locked them in place refused to budge. A pained cry broke free from your throat as the heavy-duty metal dug deeper into your flesh, forcing a crimson river to spring from your wounds. Having Bucky so close and not being able to touch him felt like a cruel prank, like Hydra’s cruelest form of torture. Your heart beat wildly in your chest as your desperation for him grew. You needed him to hold you, to wrap you in his arms, to bring you home.

“Please, please get me out of here”, you pulled once again on the chains that restricted your arms and legs, making them rattle, “I need to- please, Buck, just get me out of here, get me out of here”. A strangled sob wracked your abused body as true desperation set in. Your breathing grew erratic and shallow, your chest rising and falling as you pled with him.

“Shhhh, baby, hey-” Bucky took your face gently in his large hands, “it’s okay, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

Bucky carefully pried the chains from your body, whispering constant apologies as you winced. He hated causing you even an ounce of extra pain after what you’d gone through, the mental and physical agony that you’d endured. Sharp grimaces yanked at your features as Wanda did her best to remove each wire and tube that had been forced into your skin. And as she worked to detach the last handful of devices from your body, Bucky finally got a look at you. He couldn’t believe how small you looked, how fragile. 

There was a deep gash sitting just above your newly blackened eye, spilling blood down your cheek. Dried blood sat matted in your hair. Your jaw was a ghastly black and blue, and a matching bruise turned your cheekbone purple. Your split lip opened each time you spoke, sending a trickle of blood dripping down your chin. A ring of indigo bruises bloomed under the skin of your neck, sending goosebumps across the entirety of Bucky’s body. He clocked the burn scars and stab wounds, the seemingly endless amount of needle marks. Deep, bloody sores bore into your wrists and ankles, no doubt the product of your restraints. Your clothes were torn and bloodied, barely hanging on to your battered frame. But you were alive.

“Let’s get you home, baby,” Bucky slipped an arm beneath your legs and one behind your shoulders, “I know you’re in a lot of pain- just tell me if I hurt you, okay?” An excruciating ache flooded your skull as you tried to nod, but Bucky assured you that you didn’t have to respond. He slowly scooped you up and pulled you into his chest, carrying you as close to his body as physically possible. He relished in the sensation of your body in his arms, your breath on his neck. An anxious shaking rattled your broken body as you tried to dig yourself as deeply into Bucky’s grasp as you could.

Finally, after weeks of agony, Bucky let himself exhale. 

He carried you to the jet and held you in his lap the entire way home, refusing to let you go for even a second. He couldn’t believe he’d almost lost you, that you’d almost vanished forever. The deep, aching pit in his chest left behind by your absence slowly began to heal with each breath you took. Bucky knew you were tired, that you needed to rest as you lay limp in his arms, but he couldn’t stop himself. He told you he loved you- over and over again. He told you how much he’d missed you, how sorry he was that it took him so long to find you. He needed you to know, right then and there, that he never stopped looking for you. 

“I lov- I love you, t-too, Buck…”

An intense warmth flooded Bucky’s senses as he reveled in the words; there’d been a time when he feared that he’d never hear you say ‘I love you’ again. 

Sleep evaded you the entire time you’d been held hostage. Between the anxiety and the sheer terror of being a Hydra captive, your body refused to rest. It simply wouldn’t allow you to close your eyes for more than a second. The fear kept you awake, utterly wired. It didn’t matter how much blood you lost or how much pain you endured, the reprieve granted by sleep never came.

But with Bucky’s arms were around you, safely holding you against his body, your fear melted away. You allowed the exhaustion to drag you under, bidding your hypervigilance a dieu. And with you resting safely in his lap, Bucky’s head fell back against the seat. And for the first time in over a week, Bucky slept.

The sense of peace brought on by your rescue was violently ripped from Bucky as you were snatched from his arms. He knew the med team at the compound was taking excellent care of you, assessing and treating your every wound. But he couldn’t keep his anxiety at bay. After being away from you, fearing for your life every single day, being forced to give you up almost felt cruel. His arms lay empty and aching, desperate to hold you again. 

His anxious form paced back and forth outside your room, straining for any word on your condition. He almost couldn’t take the apprehension, the utter agony of waiting. With every second that passed, Bucky’s heart sank further and further.

“It’s taking too long-” Bucky’s voice waiver, “Something’s wrong. What if she-”

“Hey, she’s okay…” Nat gave his arm a light, reassuring squeeze, “they’re just being thorough. Take a seat. Rest. Do something to distract yourself. You know what they say about a watched pot…”

Rest was not an option. Bucky’s mind traveled to the darkest places imaginable. He assumed your injuries to be fatal or that you’d been the test subject for some new Winter Soldier mind-control program. He just wanted his girl back, wanted you all to himself. The two of you had so much to catch up on, so many moments to make up for.

He continued downward in his dark, horrifying spiral- until an idea exploded out of his fatigued mind. He ripped his phone from his pocket, his fingers flying furiously over his keyboard. He needed this to be perfect.

And just as your doctor assured Bucky that you’d make a full recovery and granted him entrance to your room, Bucky’s brilliant idea came to fruition. He grabbed your surprise from the delivery driver with a gigantic “thank you” and high-tailed it to your room, desperate to see his best girl.

“Hey, doll…” he kept his voice light and gentle as he pushed through the door, “how are you feeling?” It took everything in him not to launch himself at you, to climb into your bed and mold his body around yours. 

Seeing Bucky just feet away numbed the near insufferable pain that plagued you. After your first few days without rescue, you were certain that you’d never see Bucky again. You grieved him, mourned him, almost as though he’d died. A stark emptiness slowly ripped you to shreds, and you resolved that dying under Hydra was better than being kept from the man you loved. An agonized groan left your lips as you raised your arms, making weak grabby hands at Bucky. 

It was then that you noticed the peculiar way he was standing. You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering what exactly he held obscured behind his back, “Barnes…what are you up to?” 

Bucky made his way to your side and carefully took a seat on your bed, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. As his large arms slowly unwound from behind his back, your lips were yanked upward into your first smile in what felt like centuries. The familiar brown bag from Shake Shack almost brought tears to your eyes- you couldn’t believe that after everything that happened, Bucky remembered. 

“Post-mission Shake Shack is a revered institution! And you’re back now, so…” Bucky’s hands dove into the bag and thrust a burger and fries into your hands, “welcome home, baby”.

———————-

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[labrunereve]

𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Last updated: 11th January 2022

💯 super great fic║⭐️ chef’s kiss║💔 heartbreaking

❆ The Favourite by @rendevousz ⭐️

Summary: Reader is the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

❆ [Untitled] by @slutfornat ⭐️

Summary: Reader falls asleep and the Avengers can’t help but feel protective of her.

❆ Flipping a Story by @lazydoodlesandfanfic 💯

Summary: Reader has mind control powers and made use of them when she got bullied at school. She thought the Avengers were going to get mad at her for doing such a reckless thing, but it’s quite the opposite, really.

❆ [Untitled] by @sometimesiwriteandothershit

Summary: Headcanons for being an Avenger as a teenager.

❆ She’s Not Dying by @rae-is-typing

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: You have a cold, and Thor thinks you’re dying.

❆ Minor Injury, Overprotective Bucky by @rae-is-typing 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) mostly Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton x Reader

Summary: Reader gets injured in a mission and Bucky gets overprotective of her.

❆ Oops…? by @culturebay

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Thor x Reader

Summary: Reader accidentally murders somebody, and the boys try to cheer her up.

❆ [Untitled] by @culturebay

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Wanda, cameo of Clint Barton x Reader

Summary: It was girls’ movie night, but Nat and Wanda can’t stop teasing you.

❆ Being the Youngest Avenger Would Include… by @cumberhoe

Summary: Headcanon of what being the youngest Avenger would be like.

❆ Being the Youngest Avenger Would Include… by @onegayastronaut

Summary: Headcanon of what being the youngest Avenger would be like.

❆ Hug It Out by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers 💯

Summary: Reader always gives the best hugs to the Avengers anytime they need it. And when the reader needs one, every one of them joined in to hug her back.

❆ Where Do Babies Come From? by @lazydoodlesandfanfic 💯

Summary: The reader goes around the tower asking where do babies come from.

❆ Overprotective Much? by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Brother!Tony Stark & (Slight NON-PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve has a crush on Tony’s little sister and Tony gets a little overprotective of her.

❆ I’ll Treat Her Like a Goddess by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers & (NON-PLATONIC) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Steve gets overprotective when the reader told him she’s going out with Peter Parker.

❆ [Untitled] by @smilexcaptainx

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is Peter’s partner, nailing Bucky down as Peter nails Falcon down. When Peter gets taken away, she stayed there and help them.

❆ [Untitled] by @smilexcaptainx

Summary: Reader gets injured and the Avengers is babying her.

❆ Dear Uncle by @welldonebeca

Pairings: Dad!Steve Rogers, (PLATONIC) Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson x OC Character Sarah Rogers

Summary: This week at school, Sarah’s homework is to write love letters to the people she loved the most. Most of her classmates were set on writing for two people or three, but not her. She had too many people to choose from, which meant a lot of work to do.

❆ Pepper Potts’ Niece by @avengersandchill 💯

Summary: Your aunt happens to be the Pepper Potts. And she landed you a week at the Avengers Tower. You steal the hearts of the Avengers fast through your baking. But your vacation ends with a twist when HYDRA decides to attack the Tower, taking you hostage.

❆ Talent Show by @f-b-a-w-t-f-t

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark, (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff and other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader signs up for a talent show and the Avengers came to see her.

❆ Magnets by @namjoon-koya

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers, (Slight NON-PLATONIC) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter and the reader pulled pranks on Bucky and they ran for their life.

❆ Avengers Taking Care of You Would Include… by @namjoon-koya

Summary: Headcanon of what the Avengers taking care of you would be like.

❆ Are We There Yet? by @mangosoldier

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Steve decides Bucky needs a well deserved vacation, so a cross country road trip it is with Bucky’s favorite person, Sam Wilson. Oh, and of course Steve’s unwilling best friend, you.

❆ How To Deal With a Bunch of Aggravating, Overprotective Brothers by @marvelous-imagining ⭐️

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Thor, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda, Vision, (NON-PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Reader is Steve’s girlfriend and all the other male Avengers are like her big bros. One day she went on an undercover mission with the Avengers monitoring her. Some guy flirts with the reader and chaos ensues which made her turn off her comms.

❆ Challenge Accepted by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader tends to screw up in missions, but Steve and Bucky decides to give her a chance to prove that she could do some more important action.

❆ When You Were Young by @volklana

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Thor, Steve Rogers, cameo of other Avengers, (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Loki’s revenge falls upon the wrong person. Protective Bucky looks after the little reader.

❆ Water Gun Fights and the Arcade by @im-in-love-with-pizza-bites

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: You have a choice between shooting Bucky with a water gun or going to the arcade.

❆ Waking Up the Avengers by @avengers-fics

Summary: You get to wake up the team in your own way, every morning.

❆ Worthy of You by @wokeupinawalnut 💯

Summary: Reader finally got a date and the Avengers is on a spying mission to find out who the lucky man is.

❆ A Little Prankster by @wokeupinawalnut

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Nick Fury, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader turns into a kid and the Avengers have to take care of her since she pranks the other agents, especially Fury.

❆ [Untitled] by @randomfandomimagine 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Thor, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: How the Avengers would react to seeing a usually-sweet-and-soft reader turns into a total badass in their mission.

❆ [Untitled] by @moonlit-imagines

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, James Rhodes, Clint Barton, Vision, Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Headcanons for being an Avengers and super affectionate.

❆ Being An Avengers Would Include… by @ynscrazylife

Summary: Reader is quiet at first, but what happens when she gets to know the others?

❆ Bad Driver by @ola-elaina

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, (NON-PLATONIC) Shaun x Reader

Summary: 800 words of Sam and Bucky mocking the reader’s driving skills & bad flirting.

❆ Secret Child by @meganlpie

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark, (PLATONIC) Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: Reader is Tony’s secret toddler child.

❆ [Untitled] by @ech0rose

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, Peter Parker, Wanda Romanoff x Reader

Summary: How the Avengers would react to you overworking yourself.

❆ Pouter by @t-w-i-t-c-h-y

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Pouters get tickled. More specifically by Steve.

❆ The Send Off by @itsallyscorner ⭐️

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, (NON-PLATONIC) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The Avengers sending you off to prom.

❆ Snuggle Fest | Better Luck Next Time by @avengeultrons

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Thor, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: Reader is super introverted, so when she comes and snuggles with the Avengers, they all think something is wrong.

❆ I Will Protect You by @justabigassnerd

Pairings: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, cameo of Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest Avenger and the Avengers feel like it’s their responsibility to keep the reader safe.

❆ Lost by @that-sokovian-bastard

Summary: Reader is the youngest Avenger and she almost drowned. The Avengers gets protective of her.

❆ Making Amends by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Dad!Tony Stark, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader—Tony’s kid—got kidnapped. But even with all the conflicts going on between Cap and Tony, Cap decides to rescue the reader together with Sam and Bucky.

❆ Molecular Thingamajig by @forever-more-never-again

Summary: Reader is left at the Avengers compound with Bruce when he unconsciously turned himself into the Hulk and accidentally injured the reader.

❆ You Took a Polaroid of Us by @ptersparkers 💔💯

Summary: The Avengers can’t seem to understand why you’re so obsessed with taking polaroids until they come across your scrapbook.

❆ Lost Part. I | Part. II by @notcaring99

Pairings: Evil!Loki, (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, OC Characters, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader gets kidnapped by Loki because of her powers and the Avengers come to the rescue!

❆ Never Gone by @namjoon-koya

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Wanda, Vision x Reader

Summary: The Avengers thought the reader died after seeing her fall off a cliff, but luckily Thor and Loki found her.

❆ Goodbye by @im-in-love-with-pizza-bites 💔

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark, (PLATONIC) Avengers, Pepper Potts x Reader

Summary: The Avengers and your friends find letters you wrote them before you died.

❆ Protective Part. I | Part. II by @ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, cameo of other Avengers, (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Reader, a tiger shape-shifter, is on Team Cap, but what happens when she jumps in front of Peter to save him? (Civil War)

❆ You’re Badly Injured by @randomfandomimagine

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: How the Avengers would react to you getting badly injured in a fight.

❆ Tough One by @namjoon-koya

Pairings: Dad!Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow, (PLATONIC) mentions of other Avengers

Summary: The Avengers, especially the reader’s dad, Steve, gets worried when the reader got kidnapped by Rumlow. But surprisingly, she’s a badass.

❆ December 7th, 1941 by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, mentions of Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: Reader has a time travel ability and got stuck in World War II.

[zombiewidow]

eating fruit while I clean and then gonna shower

natty would be so disappointed💔💔💔

-💋

ewww shame on you 🙄✋ me,nat and wanda are all disappointed- girl put that fruit down and go piss yourself AND DONT SHOWER AFTERWARDS

[buckymylove]

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Welcome to my masterlist- I write sometimes ish 🕺

🤍This blog is pretty much angst free! By that I mean only happy endings and no main character deaths and also I like to pretend that the events of infinity war and endgame did not happen for the sake of my sanity so any Avenger fics will take place in a "perfect world" coz I’m lowkey delusional 🤍 Feel free to send requests but I can't promise to always get to them however my messages are always open to talk, this is a safe space and everyone is welcome! Xx

Dividers by @firefly-in-darkness

Masterlist

🧸= Fluff ❤️‍🔥= Smut 💔= Mild Angst 🫶= Personal Fave

Bucky Barnes Oneshots ~

Just kiss me - B.B. 🧸💔

You and Bucky don't really get along, but your thankful when he's with you at the bar when your ex boyfriend shows up.

Turn around - B.B. 🧸💔 Part 2 - The answer to a never ending story 🧸❤️‍🔥

Bucky sees you celebrating with Nat and Wanda because he asked you out, you get a little embarrassed.

Movie night - B.B. 🧸🫶 part 2 🧸

Bucky invites the new, shy team member to family movie night.

Believe me - B.B. 🧸💔

You're not feeling great about yourself when you and the team take a trip to the beach, thankfully Bucky is there to help.