#android!bucky

[android404]

tee hee

[lobeliamaximoff]

Propaganda I'm not falling for:

Bob is a malewife

Wanda knew what she was doing in Westview

Wanda would hate Bob

Bucky doesn't care about Thunderbolts/New Avengers and would easily drop them for Sam's team

Wanda is a monster and doesn't deserve any redemption

Bob and Yelena are the new Bruce and Natasha

Bob needs Yelena as his babysitter in Doomsday

Boblena in general

ScarletVision

[teamaker09]

Being a multi-fandom girly is seeing Sam and Bucky talk about “The Big Three” and having a percy jackson flashback

[therulingqueen]

So yeah drinking coffee at work & showed this to my work bestie. And I quote: I bet you thinking about getting your mouth on something else.

I wasn’t but now I’m giggling like an idiot. I wouldn’t say no to them.

[eufezco]

BRING YOUR BUCKY TO SCHOOL DAY 𓂃 𓈒 ❀

congressman!dad!bucky x teacher!mom!reader

synopsis – bucky shows up for family friday day for your daughter.

fluff

she was ecstatic.

you could see how her tiny legs swung eagerly from the edge of the chair as she kicked back and forth. her hair was pulled into two pigtails that bounced with every excited shift in her chair. she kept looking at the door, eyes wide, for the moment she'd been waiting for all week.

today was her day to bring her dad to class, and saying she loved her dad was an understatement. she adored bucky.

you tried to keep the lesson moving, but the other kids were also whispering and giggling, feeding off her energy.

outside the classroom, bucky stood, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. he'd fought hydra operatives, aliens, and androids, he'd stood in congress facing the most ruthless critiques, but none of that had made him sweat like this. he was trained to face enemies, not five-year-olds in circle time. today wasn't about politics or missions, it was about being a good dad, the kind who shows up on time, brings the juice boxes, and knows the names of at least three cartoon characters.

—alright, everyone! —you announced, clapping your hands once to pull the kids' attention back to you. —it's time for family friday! —she sat up straighter than you'd ever seen her, eyes moving fast from the door to you and back to the door. —whose parent is coming today?

a chorus of voices answered all at one, —rebecca's!

—can i please go get him? please? pleasepleaseplease?

you laughed, —of course, go ahead.

and she was out of her seat like a rocket, pigtails bouncing, sneakers squeaking across the classroom as she threw the door open and there he was, just where he said he'd be. bucky's eyes met hers and everything felt lighter, the tight lines around his mouth eased, his lips curved into a smile.

she threw her arms around his waist. the kids inside the classroom leaned across their desks, trying to catch a glimpse of the man they'd heard so much about. bucky gently placed one of his hands in the back of her head, steadying himself more than her.

—hey, little one.

—guys? why don't you come in with all of us? —you asked.

—come on, —rebecca murmured. she grabbed his metal hand without hesitation and led him inside the classroom with all the confidence in the world. it didn't occur to her, not even for a second, that bucky might be nervous because to her, he was the bravest person alive.

as they walked in together, the class went silent except for some surprised gasp and quiet murmur. they both stood in the front of the classroom. your daughter's small hand still gripped his metal fingers. you watched them as bucky said good morning to the class and the kids responded with a chorus of greetings. you and bucky shared a quick look and you showed him a soft smile that you hoped it'd let him know how proud you were of him.

—thank you, mr. barnes, for being here with us today.

—thank you for having me.

the exchange was so formal it felt funny, like you were both playing roles. —okay, rebecca, —you said, the smile still on your lips. you had to remind professional but they were so cute together. your daughter looked at you and let go bucky's hand to approach her desk. she grabbed the piece of paper she'd been writing all week. she hurried back to bucky's side, —why don't you introduce your dad to us?

she nodded and looked up at bucky, her eyes sparkling with pride. then her eyes focused on her uneven handwriting on the paper. bucky watched her with a curious tilt of his head, eyebrows raised. he didn't know there would be a paper, something she'd made just for him. you didn't tell him about it, even though you'd watched her all week in class draft and redraft the paper, brows furrowed in that serious way she got that was just like his.

—this is my dad, —she started, voice weak at first thanks to the mix of nervous and excitement. —his name is james, but everyone calls him bucky, and he's a 108 years old.

a few of the kids exchanged wide-eyed glances, unsure if they'd heard that correctly. bucky gave a subtle glance in your direction and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

—he works in congress. he helps making laws and he has to wear a suit. this suit, —she pointed at bucky's clothes, making sure everyone saw him clearly. the suit was deep blue, the american flag pinned on the lapel. he was so handsome, especially today, with that sparkle in his eyes that only came when he looked at his little girl. —he's also a superhero like my uncle sam and he has fought a lot of bad people with him.

the kids recognized the name sam because if your daughter didn't brag about who his favorite uncle was at least twice a week, it meant she was probably home sick. bucky let out a quiet laugh and shook his head. he always felt like the word superhero was too big for him, like it belonged to the people who hadn't made the mistakes he had. but coming from her, it felt right-sized, even some quiet earned.

—but a long time ago he used to be a soldier and he had to wear this, —she reached under her t shirt, pulling out his dog tags. they dangled from the chain, too long for her tiny frame and almost reached her belly button as she held them up for everyone to see.

—my favorite memory with him is when this summer we traveled with mom to wakanda. i got to see shuri and she showed me a lot of cool things. wakanda is so beautiful, i like it there, —she cleared her throat. she sounded a little robotic reading, trying hard to read each word exactly as she wrote it, which only made her cuter. —i like when he's home. i like when he plays with me and alpine. i like when his hair is long because i can make him pigtails like mine, —she pointed at her own pigtails. the kids in the classroom giggled and so you did.

—i think he's the bravest dad and the funniest and the best one, and he's also my favorite superhero, —she put down the paper when she finished and everyone in the class started clapping for her, even bucky who was trying to hold it together and had to swallow the lump in his throat.

bucky knelt down and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. —you did amazing, bug, thank you, —he whispered. her arms tightened around him.

—it was great, rebecca, thank you, —you said, trying to hide that you've got a little emotional too. —so now, —you clapped, getting everyone's attention. —who has a question for rebecca's dad?

a dozen small hands raised, waving in the air with urgency. some kids even half-stood in their chairs, calling you ms. barnes! ms. barnes! bucky tried not to smile, it felt strange and right at the same time.

—is your dad a robot, 'becca?

your daughter blinked, caught of guard. —he's not a robot, he's my dad, —she looked at you confused. a robot? you smiled to ease her nerves. you knew why the kid was asking, kids notice everything.

—why do you think mr. barnes is a robot?

the kid pointed at bucky's left hand and your daughter's eyes followed his finger. —that's his arm, —she said plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. it was so normal to her that she forgot to mention it on her paper, it was like saying he had brown hair.

—it's metal, —bucky finally spoke, his voice gentle, raising his left arm so the class could get a good look. he slowly opened and closed his fingers, the soft, mechanical sound leaving the kids speechless. —made by really smart people. they built it after i lost my real arm so i could still do everything i used to do.

—and it's so strong and cool, and he can still do everything, like throw me really high in the air and catch me, and also this! —rebecca looked at bucky and he extended his metal arm straight out in front of him, wrist locked. rebecca jumped and wrapped her hands around his forearm, legs swinging beneath her like a tiny acrobat.

a chorus of whoa and giggles filled the room. they asked him a lot of question about his arm: can it break a door? (only if the door really deserves it) can you use it to open pickle jars? (yes) does it hurt, mr. barnes? (not anymore) can it fall off?

—it's not like legos! it's part of him! can your arm fall off? —you daughter said, defensively.

—okay, you can sit now rebecca, thank you, —you jumped gently in before it turned into a debate. she looked at her dad one last time before moving to her desk, —next respectful question for mr. barnes? not about his arm, please, —some kids lowered their hands. —what about if we ask him about his job? —a hand in the back shot up. —yes?

—do you have to do homework in congress?

bucky chuckled, then gave a kid a serious nod. —oh yeah. lots of homework. i have to read really long reports, like this long, —he held his hands apart. —sometimes more. and then i have to write notes and be ready to talk about them in front of a bunch of people.

you bit your lip, fighting the urge to laugh. he did not read a single one of those reports. you shot him a quick, teasing look and he just smiled back at you, as if to say, don't spoil my fun.

—do you live in the white house?

rebecca looked from her sit right, then left, eyebrows raised like she was trying to figure out if the question was a joke. —no! he lives in our house. with me and mom and alpine.

bucky pressed his lips together and nodded, —she's right.

you watched as the questions kept coming, one after another, each more curious than the last. no other dad or mom who had attended to friday family had ever received so many questions. the kids were absolutely fascinated by bucky. and he was handling perfectly, laughing with them, answering to every question kindly, never rushing, making sure each child got their turn, even one of your shyest kids asked him if he could shook his metal hand. bucky looked at you for a quiet okay, then rolled up his sleeve just a little, offering his hand to the kid.

he was doing great and your daughter seemed to know it. she sat up a bit taller, legs still swinging from her chair. while bucky was talking, you caught her sneaking glances at her classmates like saying, see? that's my dad. and the look of pride in rebecca's face as she looked at him calmed every nerve in bucky's body. of course, rebecca didn't know about this but last night, after he tucked her in bed, bucky came into your room, worried about today. what if rebecca realized he wasn't as cool as the other dads? what if she ended up embarrassed by him?

you managed to reassure him enough to get him to sleep but nothing you said compared to the reassurance he felt now, because as he stood there in front of the classroom, surrounded by eager little faces, rebecca's blue eyes, like his, were shining. she wasn't just smiling. she was beaming, like bucky was the best part of her world.

and in the middle of this precious moment, you couldn't help but notice the couple of seats empty at the back of the class.

some parents decided not to bring theirs kids to school that day. when you sent that email to them, announcing that rebecca's dad was next in line for family friday, the last thing you expected was to called into the principal's office the next morning, where you found a handful of moms and dad already seated. are you sure that's appropiate? with his past? some of us are uncomfortable. we don't want our children near him.

you sat through the meeting, jaw tight. be careful, that's my husband you're talking about. you said to one of the moms who was getting to comfortable talking about bucky, tossing around words like unstable and dangerous. you explained that he was pardoned, publicly and legally, so there was no reason to question him. and you said enough, there was no reason you needed to list the therapy appointments, the years of community word, the fact that he woke up every morning wondering if today would be the day everyone finally saw him for who he is, not who he was, all of that for people like them.

and the principal had to side with you. there was no reason for him to stay out of family friday and even though bucky didn't know why those kids weren't here today, and if he asked you wouldn't tell him the truth, you couldn't help but feel bad for him. because he showed up here today just as a dad, doing what be knew best, being there for his daughter.

he stayed during the break and the kids wasted no time. a small group, leaded by rebecca, rushed to him. come on, mr. barnes, we'll show you the reading corner. bucky looked slightly overwhelmed but the smile never left his lips. you moved with them, pointing out little projects hanging on the wall and bucky nodding, paying attention. when the kids huddled up in a corner, discussing which drawings he absolutely had to see first, bucky reached out, his arm slid around your waist as he pulled you closed and you let yourself lean into him.

—you're doing great, —you whispered.

about the drawings, he had already found the one he was most interested in. stuck to the wall, it was almost everything green with colorful flowers and a big lake so he guessed it was meant to be wakanda. in the center were three figures one with your name, next to you it was written me ('becca) and dad (bucky). alpine was there too, a little white cat in the corner, she didn't travel to wakanda but that didn't matter to rebecca, she needed to be included in the drawing.

he pressed a kiss to your temple. you looked at the clock on the wall, —okay, guys, mr. barnes needs to leave now, —you could hear a collective complain, —let's give him a big thank you for coming today.

a chorus of thank you, mr. barnes rang out from the kids, some of them waving excitedly, others wanted one last fist bump from bucky as they called his name, even one, the quietest of your kids, moved toward him and he pressed a golden sticker star onto the vibranium of bucky's hand. —thank you, buddy, —the kid hurried to his place.

rebecca ran to his dad and bucky was quick to catch her in a hug.

—can you stay a bit longer?

—i wish i could, bug, —he pulled back enough to see her face, brushing some dark brown locks like his out of her eyes. —i have to go back to work, but thank you for sharing your class with me, i had so much fun, —rebecca's face scrunched in disappointment, only focusing on the fact that bucky needed to leave. —i'll see you later at home.

—before dinner?

he nodded and she threw her arms around his neck again, tighter this time, hiding her face in the curve of his shoulder. when she finally loosened her grip, bucky gently set her back down on the floor. you walked with him to the door, some kids calling his name one last time. he let out the biggest breath when the door of the class closed behind you, like he'd been holding it in the whole time.

—how was i? i think she was happy, wasn't she? she seemed happy.

you nodded, smiling. —you were amazing, buck, —you tucked in the lapels of his suit jacket, running your thumb over his u.s. flag pin.

—i kept thinking i'd say the wrong thing or that i'd embarrass her.

you shook your head as he spoke. —you didn't. you were patient and funny. she kept looking at you like you hung the moon, —bucky rubbed the back of his neck, you asked, —did you hear what she wrote about you?

bucky's heart shrunk remembering it, her daughter's tiny voice reading out, all proud, and let's said, a bit cocky, like she already knew her dad was the best one. —i want that paper. i'm gonna frame it and put it up in my office.

you laughed and tugged at the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him down to you and pressed a kiss to his lips. he hummed into it, like he'd been craving that exact moment since he slipped out of bed in the early morning. once you pulled back, he placed another quick kiss to your lips.

—i'll see you at home. i cannot wait, i want to hear everything she said about me again, every word.

you playfully slapped his chest, —do not let it get to your head, mr. barnes.

—too late for that, ms. barnes.

[bluetimeombre]

༶• ┈♛ Baby blue

You and Bucky are finally ready for the rest of your lives, you just never thought it wouldn’t work out. Fem reader

tw, inablity to have children, throwing up, angst, pain, pushing away

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Bucky knows pain.

He knows loss.

He knows pulling away because he has done it all before.

He knows the feeling of cold creeping up a spine, of skin crawling in shivers from trepidation of fear. He understands being locked in your own mind, hiding in a corner and pulling at hair. He knows it all like it is his second home because it is. For years it was his first home.

And then you happened and he found a new home.

Bucky Barnes didn't think he was a man of love, or even capable of the feeling after what he'd done. What he'd been made to do. You had changed that. You had single-handily stitched back together his soul and dedicated peices of your own heart to his.

You'd saved him from Winter and it hurt that he didn't know how to do the same to you.

You had never struggled. You had fought with him, as team, as a duo you'd done everything. You were an un-movable force who would stare down aliens and android's and yes- wizards.

You were the eye of the storm who only ever relented for Bucky.

You had been there when he was mindless and killing in the name of nothing. You had fought for his mind and freedom and fought for a love you knew he deserved before he knew it himself.

So why- why- couldn't Bucky figure out how to save you.

It killed him. It tore apart the soul and heart you'd cared for. How did he not know what was eating at you and why didn't he not know how to stop it.

He thought about it as he stared at your back, glowing in the sun. You'd knowingly or un-knowingly retreated to the furthest part of the bed, hanging on the edge and hugging in yourself, the covers pulled under your chin.

It should have been his body warming yours, his kisses on your skin not the sun's from the window. But at every touch you tensed and left, or smiled pitifully at him.

Bucky thought that maybe you'd finally seen the monster he was. But it couldn't have been, he couldn't think of that. Because if you didn't see the good in him, then clearly it wasn't there.

Bucky rested a while, knowing he was supposed to meet Sam for a run any minute. You always liked to be awake when he went, temping him with seductive promises and lingering kisses to keep him in bed.

Now, it seemed you didn't want him there.

But Bucky was your man. He was yours. And he'd be damned if he didn't try every day, every minute to get you back.

The bed dipped in his weight as he pulled the cover back and slowly brought you into his chest. There it was. The tense of your shoulders and the breath you sucked in. He tried to will it out of existence as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"Good morning," he whispered, resting his chin where he'd placed his kiss.

"Morning," your voice was thick with sleep but every morning you woke as if you hadn't rested. The circles under your eyes haunted him and the paleness of your skin scared him. He thought you were ill at first. He waited one week. Then he waited another and he was still waiting.

If it took years. He would wait.

You turn your head an inch. "Shouldn't you be running with Sam?"

He smiled, brushing your hair aside so he could nestle his head in the crook of your neck. "Are you trying to get rid of me, doll?" he asked. He hoped you said no.

"Of course not," you said, voice quiet. Your eyes were still closed.

Bucky got as close to you ask he could, entwining with his legs with yours. "You know, I can blow the guy off. I'd love nothing more. We could stay in bed, not move, all day."

For a moment he thought you might agree, might curl into his body and relax. You were silent, as if in contemplation.

"You should go," you said. "Besides I have to get up, I've got mission reports due."

He sighed. "I can help you later, if you like."

"No, it's ok," finally you lie back, looking up to Bucky as he gazes down at you. Recently he'd been trying to take in every detail of your face, keeping track of every freckle or mole or scar. In case, just in case, you walk away and all he's left with his memories. He wants to remember it all.

You cup his cheek and smile but it's nothing like the light you used to give off. Your thumb runs over his stubble and he leans into your touch. He'd missed it, so much. He hadn't been shaving recently because he knew you liked his stumble and he just wanted you to go back to liking him.

"Ok," he said, watching you.

There's a fleeting second where your eyes hurt, where it seems like your whole body hurts as he watches you. He tugs your shirt up, splaying his hand over your skin just to feel but you're pushing out of his touch and out of bed before he can feel your skin.

You excuse yourself and Bucky lets himself deflate onto your side of the bed, holding your pillow and breathing in your smell. You were so, so close. And just out of reach at the same time.

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You did your mission reports slowly, painstakingly slow. You dotted every I and crossed every T. You even did mission reports that you'd been backed on for months. All too put off going home. A home with four bed rooms.

One was yours and Bucky's, a room usually full of passion and laughter, now it seemed like light didn't even get in there.

One was a spare room, a guests that typically meant it was Sam's. It was a pull out couch but he insisted the couch was better to sleep on. It had one of those blankets you had to curl up under to keep warm because that's how you liked it and if that's how you liked it, Bucky was not going out of his way to get any different.

One was an office and the other... well, you guessed it would never be used for anything more.

The sun had been shining when you'd got to work, now it was only just setting.

Your paperwork was all done and for a while- somewhere between minutes and hours- you sat in your chair, chewed down your pencil and watched the sun.

You did it a lot sometimes, usually on missions. It had never looked different but now, everything did.

There was a knock on your door and an agent walked in. "There's a mission in a week, shadow operation, anywhere from a weekend to a week, you want in?"

The good thing about having been in this line of business your whole life, you got first dibs. "Gimme me."

Sha handed you the file and lingered.

You glance up at her. "Anything else?"

"Are you- well it's just, you never usually coop yourself up in here. Are you alright?" she asked.

You smiled, the act paining your cheeks. "I'm good."

"Alright, just wanted to see."

Finally, when you were alone you rested your head in your hands. Hunched over. You were good, or you would be as soon as you came to terms with everything. That soon, you would lose everything and be more alone than ever.

Just as you were about to flick through the file, look into the details of your mission there came another knock at the door.

"Hey you," Bucky stood there, dressed nice and holding a bunch of flowers. Tulips, your favourite.

He took an invite in and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, clearing your throat.

Bucky was the love of your life. His touch was as familiar as the feel of sun on you or water crashing against you or the feel of air filling your lungs. He was your breath of fresh air.

All his presence brought you now was pain.

"You've been here all day honey, I've come to take you home." He curled his hand against the back of your neck and looked at you with so much love you thought you might suffocate in it.

What a way to go.

Bucky wasn't taking no for an answer, wasn't letting you stay in the office one second more. He gave you the flowers and took the file, frowning down at it before taking your bag and leading you down to the car.

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Bucky was good at pretending. He didn't like to but he would. He could pretend it didn't break his heart when he found you in your office, hiding, instead of at home. He could pretend the idea of you leaving on a mission for a week in this temperament didn't scare and upset him.

But when you were in your shared bed, shaking, withering and begging in pain, he wouldn't pretend.

He was no stranger to nightmares. They were almost his constant companion before you. Eventually, they stopped hunting on him.

Now, they were after you.

Bucky knelt next to you, holding your arms and coaxing you awake. "C'mon baby, wake up! Wake up!"

But you were in the depths of pain. Your tears were running down your cheeks and his own made his watch on you blurry. He didn't want to hold you down, or bruise you. He just wanted you to wake.

Bucky ran his flesh hand over your cheek, tapping it as lightly as possible and stopping your head from thrashing. "It's me, it's just me, wake up, please, please, please."

He rested his head on yours, willing every power and defence to you.

Finally you woke with a short scream, pushing and scratching at Bucky.

"Hey, hey, it's me, angel, it's just me! It's Bucky! It's me- it's me," frantically he held you, tried to sooth you, calm you, hold you, anything you would allow.

"No, no, no-" abruptly you pushed out his hold and scrambled over to the bathroom.

Bucky had never seen you in such a state. Had never known a nightmare to plague you so. Quickly, he got up after you, finding you in time as you throw your guts up in the toilet.

You were hunched over and shivering.

His heart fucking shattered.

Bucky pulled a blanket from the bed and dropped next to you, hanging the blanket over your shoulders before gently brushing your hair back, holding it with his flesh hand and rubbing his metal one over your back. He soothed you, whispering words that it would be 'ok, you're ok, i've got you.'

He needed you to have him. Needed you to tell him what was happening because he wasn't just afraid for you anymore. He was terrified. The sort that twisted his guts and pulled it into tight knots.

It took a few minutes for you to compose yourself but once you'd managed to stop throwing up, Bucky flushed the toilet and tightened the blanket over you.

You fell back, pale.

"Y/n, I don't like this, we should get you checked out," said Bucky. He intended to be firm.

"No," you rested back on the bathtub, leaning your head back to the ceiling, tears leaking from the corner of your eyes.

"Honey, please-"

"I'll be fine, I just, I need a minute."

Bucky rested across from you. "Ok, Ok, take all the time you need."

"Alone," you said. You still wouldn't look at him.

That was almost the last straw. You asking to be alone. You shouldn't be alone, not alone and in pain. "Y/n-"

"I just need a minute alone, please Bucky!"

There was nothing, nothing in the world, in any world that Bucky wouldn't do for you. If you wanted a minute alone, he'd grant you it. He took your cheeks gently before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll be outside for you. Come out when you're ready."

Bucky had a feeling you would never be ready. Whatever this was, it wasn't going to heel easily. And it might just break him.

That night, Bucky kept his promise and he waited. He stayed outside the bathroom door a minute, then five. After ten he pushed it open only a little to check on you.

You'd tucked yourself under the blanket, made yourself as small as possible and feel asleep.

Bucky rested on the doorframe, looking at the one he loved and needed and wished he could take your pain. He didn't know what it was, but it couldn't be worse than seeing you hurt.

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You'd woken in bed, not knowing how you'd got there. Your body ached from however long you'd been asleep on the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom.

When your eyes had opened, the city outside and waking up, you first greeted Bucky who was firmly on his side of the bed, curled up similar to you and asleep. Yet even in sleep, his arm reached for you.

It laid there like a third presence, like something different reaching out for you.

Something you couldn't face.

So, you did something you never thought you'd do. Voluntarily go for a run.

You'd slipped into gear easily and slipped out the apartment quickly and almost immediately started at a sprint. Your heels kicked up, your lungs burned but you ran and ran around the block, and then the next and then some more.

You did it without music. You did it with a burn in your lungs and an ache in your legs. It was as if you were trying to out-run the sun rise, like trying to keep the next day at bay.

It was only when the sun had made it's place in the sky and when you knew Sam would be coming by for a run soon that you jogged back to yours and Bucky's place. The climb up the stairs had been torturous from the run and you'd taken your time not through choice but through regret of having such a long run.

By the time you'd got to your front door you had to pause just to catch your breath and to get yourself ready to live another day with Bucky knowing soon he'd be gone.

There was a shuffling of steps on the other side, pacing.

When you opened the door you hadn't expected Bucky to be there, in his sleeping pants and wild, messy hair looking terrified out of his wits. He was pacing up and down the front room, hands in his hair and pulling.

He stopped when he noticed you back. A cry choaked out his throat. "Oh my god."

"Bucky, what-"

His arms were around your shoulders, pulling you in, holding you in, trying to make you one person and leading you further in. He was mumbling, you couldn't hear it. All you could focus on was the frantic and messy beats of his heart, racing.

"Bucky, I'm sweaty."

He pulled back and tilted his head. His hands stayed holding your forearms. "Where the hell have you been?"

"What? What, I was-"

"You were where, huh?" he demanded, voice wavering. "Where the hell do you go in the morning while i'm still sleeping! Without a note, without your phone!"

"I went for a run."

"Why?" he snapped. "Why would you go out without your phone? After last night, my god- Y/N, I was worried sick!"

You shrug. "I wasn't thinking!"

"No, you weren't!" he yelled, letting you go.

You gulped. He didn't shout at you, ever. Not when you'd been reckless on a mission or were in a terrible mood and probably deserved it. Like now. You hadn't thought about Bucky, you'd only thought about yourself.

Bucky sighed, his whole body slumping. He took a careful step over to you, this time his embrace slow and time-taking. He need to feel it, needed to feel you. "Please tell me what this is all about," he said, resting his head on yours.

You try to shrug under his weight. "I just wanted a run."

"Not the run, y/n. Everything," his chest shook, his heart never calming. "Please, talk to me, I can't see you in this much pain and not say anything."

He'd noticed. He'd seen. Of course he had, he was in love with you for the time being.

You moved from his hold, his arms falling pathetically at his side. "I think I need to shower."

"Angel, please," Bucky was following you, hot on your heels. "This- this is killing me. It must be killing you, whatever it is."

"It's nothing."

He scoffed. "It's not nothing if you're not talking to me. It's something!" he jumped in front of your, blocking your way into the bathroom. "It's something, please, talk to me. Please don't do this alone."

God how you wanted to give in. How you wanted to crumble and fall into his arms. But that wasn't you. You didn't give up or give in and if you gave into this pain, into the hollowed out hole in your heart you would never pick it up again, not when Bucky wouldn't be around.

So, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes and led Bucky's arms down. "I just want to shower and rest. Please."

You'd said please. You'd looked so tired that you knew Bucky would have handed you the world if you'd only said the world.

He may have sighed, may have been close to tears himself but he let you go past.

You made the shower hot and let your tears fall with them.

And so the day passed in relative silence. In the two of you- souls usually so entwined it was like they spoke to themselves- stepped around each other the whole day. Or you stepped away from Bucky every time he approached. It was one of the other.

The evening came and there was dread for another day of breaking yours and Bucky's heart but also relief that you could sleep and sleep.

Bucky had cooked dinner for you both. He'd made an effort at making your favourite and lit the candles. He'd put the flowers he'd brought you in a vase that sat between you as you'd neglected them. He made small talk. You obliged him. It was so foreign for the both of you.

Even when he'd been a mindless killing machine you'd had better conversations.

"There's a um, a mission I'm going on soon," she said after pushing your pasta around on the plate.

Bucky raised his brows at you.

"It'll only be a week or so," you shrug.

Bucky laughed. "No." His fork clattered on the side.

You looked up at him. "What?"

Bucky shrugged. "No. You can pretend you're fine all you like but if you think I am letting you in the line of danger when we're like this? No, not happening."

"Bucky-"

"Not until we've sorted whatever this is out!"

You push away your plate, push away yourself from the table and from the conversation. "There's nothing to sort out-"

"No... no! Don't do this!" Bucky practically chased you around the table, knowing your next move was to run. To hide. "I don't undertand."

He sounded so lost, so helpless that you had to hold yourself onto the kitchen counter. Had to use it like support.

Bucky slid in next to you, making his face known. "Please, my love, I am begging you to talk to me. To tell me what I have done."

You were silent, shaking your head.

"Angel, i'll do whatever it takes, anything, you just have to tell me and I can make it better, please," Bucky took your face in his trembling hands and kissed your cheek, kissed away your tears. "Just tell me."

You gasped a sob. "I can't."

You find strength some how to move from his grip and the counters support, heading for the door. Quickly, Bucky was in front of you, blocking your way.

"What do I have to do?" he begged. He tried to cradle you again even as you moved away. "Please, I'll-i'll do anything. I'll-i'll go back to therapy. I'll give up this congressman thing, I'll stop running, I'll go vegetarian, I don't know just-" Bucky couldn't take it. He held onto you as he slowly slid to his knees, holding onto your hips and resting his head on your stomach. "I'll do anything."

"It's not you." You gulp. "It's me."

Bucky looked up to you. No, it wasn't. It couldn't be. Not you. You who were perfect and beautiful and smart and stubborn and kind and patient and he who was so, so, so in love with you. No, nothing could be wrong with you.

You take his wrists in your hand, guiding him to his feet and then leading him to the sofa where you sit yourselves down.

"Honey, you're really starting to scare me now."

You'd yet to school yourself into the realisation. Yet to understand fully what had happened to you. But every part of you belonged to him. He had every right to know.

You just hadn't thought it would come so soon.

"Remember," you began, gulping down. You held your knees, because you needed to hold something. "Remember when HYDRA took me and they-they experimented on me? Tried to replicate my DNA?"

How could Bucky forget? It was the worst time of his life when he lost you and couldn't find you for a month. A whole month spent thinking the worst. Since finding you, he hasn't let you go.

His jaw grit, eyes turned dark. He took a minute to look away from you and compose yourself. That was over two years ago. My god, has you been going through this for two years and he'd only just noticed?

There was no easy way to say it. You had to rip the bandage off.

"Bucky, I can't give you children." It came out in a sob.

You hid yourself in your body, curling into yourself and shrouding.

Bucky froze.

Yes, you'd spoken about having kids one day. Bucky, for so long, had never thought he'd never be ready for kids. That he'd only just deserved you. You, like always, had changed everything and suddenly he wanted it all with you. He wanted the white wedding where all your friends would watch you swear your lives to each other. He wanted the garden, the picket fence, the big yard. He wanted you and he wanted a family.

But more than anything he wanted you.

He couldn't understand.

"What?"

"I went to Dr. Cho after we spoke about it because... because I had a feeling it was too good to be true," you whispered, still hiding yourself. He didn't even try to touch you. "Whatever they did to me. Whatever HYDRA did to me, I can't ever have children."

There was anger. A fury so bright it turned everything around him red, except you. HYDRA had touched you, had caused this pain and he wished for once they were still around so he could tear every single one of them apart with the hands they helped create.

Then, all he saw was you.

"That's- that's devastating-"

You shot to your feet but Bucky grabbed your wrists.

"But it's ok," he said, looking up to you.

You shook your head. "No."

"Y/n-"

"You don't love me Bucky."

"Hey!" Bucky snapped, for the first time he snapped at you. His grip became firm. "I love you. This-this doesn't change anything."

"Yes it does!" you argue.

"It doesn't," Bucky said, getting to his feet and holding your hands. "Honey, I am sorry. I am so sorry this is happening but I love you. Kids or not, how could that ever change that fact?"

"Because I can't give you what you want!"

"I want you! Always, completely!" said Bucky. "Kids or no kids. House or no house. World or no world. The universe- it can burn to ashes but I will still love you! This doesn't- this doesn't change that."

You bite down on your lip and wipe at your eyes. You were waiting for the but... but, i'll have to leave you, but I want something more.

Bucky slides his hands through your hair, pushing it back and framing your face. "Is this what's been eating at you?"

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Angel, why wouldn't you say anything?"

"Because, I-" your voice broke and you had to work to hold yourself together. You wouldn't look weak when he leaves you. "Because you want a life. A normal enough life and now I can't give you that and I thought... I think..." you couldn't even bring yourself to say the words that had been doing nothing but haunting you.

Bucky tensed. It was his turn to turn cold all over and shiver. "You think I would leave you?"

When he says it out loud he makes it sound ridiculous. Like just those words were disgusting to him.

"Yeah," you admitted.

Bucky let you go. He let you go to run his hands through his hair as he did. "I would never. No. I could never." Bucky didn't have enough words, didn't know enough languages to speak to you in to tell you how he would never leave you. He took a step closer and held onto you, tilting your chin up. "Can I please kiss you, baby?"

You smile through tears. "I would like that."

He smiled with you, through his own crying and kissed you. He wanted to pour all that love he held and more into the kiss but didn't want to scare you. His lips were soft, yours were cracked but you were so perfect. He breathed against you, pulling you in closer.

He tested the waters with a tongue against your lips and you smiled but pulled away.

"Bucky you don't have to do this," you said, holding his hands.

"No, I quite like doing this," he leant in for another.

You slipped your fingers over his lips. "You don't have to stay after this."

Bucky smirked and peppered a kiss on your fingers. "I'm staying, whether you like it or not. Just try to get rid of me." His arms fell around your waist. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you had to do this alone, but i'm here and you can talk to me. You can scream, cry. Find a spell to resurrect some HYDRA agents so we can kill them all again. But i'm not leaving, no matter what."

It was all you had wanted to hear and yet it sounded too good to be real.

"But what about kids?"

"Right now, I want you. I want you happy before I want anything else. When we're ready to think about options, we'll think," said Bucky, holding you close. "When you're ready and only then, will we talk about it. Until then, I'm more than happy and I am the luckiest guy in the world to be in love with you."

You smiled. You let the tears flow. You let yourself fall into him and hold him and he held you back, clutching your shirt and holding onto you.

Bucky pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "You're still not going on that mission, though."

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⺌☆. . . MASTERLIST ───  . DC & Marvel

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Welcome to the DC Section—Tread Carefully, or Darkseid Will Get You!

─── SUPERMAN Clark Kent

☆...Reporter by day, hero by night… and also by day! The real star-man. Can lift buildings, see through walls, and give Lex Luthor a heart attack just by existing.

Its Evolution, Baby! Yandere Clark Kent x Inmortal! Reader [old post]

Quimera Yandere! Clark Kent x Android reader.

─── BATMAN Bruce Wayne

☆...Billionaire by day, vigilante by night… and apparenty, never sleeps. His superpowers? Money and being Gotham’s most wanted bachelor.

Revenant Platonic! Yandere! Bruce Wayne x neglected! Reader. (Silly Little Bat AU)

─── WONDER WOMAN Diana Prince

☆...Amazonian princess, warrior goddess, and the reason many reconsider which side they’re fighting for.

To the future Diana Prince x Wife! Preg! Reader

─── SUPERBOY Conner Kent

☆...Half Superman, half Lex Luthor—because cloning is never a good idea. Too cool for school, too powerful for his own good, and forever stuck between "punch first" and "think later."

The Jubilee Conner Kent x Jubilee! Reader

───  ROBIN Damian Wayne

☆...Batman’s son, raised by assassins, and practically immortal. His favorite hobby? Reminding everyone he’s better than them.

Ponyo! Pt.1 Pt.2 Platonic! Damian Wayne x Ponyo! Reader.

The Wildcart series pt1 pt2 pt3 Platonic!Harley Quinn x Reader | Damian Wayne x Harley Daughter! Reader

─── RED ROBIN Tim Drake

☆...The Bat-Family’s teenage detective, the smart one. He probably solved this joke before you even finished reading it.

Nothing yet...

─── RED HOOD Jason Todd

☆...Once: Robin. Now: a guy with guns, authority issues, and serious family drama… well, just with his dad.

Nothing yet...

───  NIGHTWING Dick Grayson

☆...The original Boy Wonder with the best backside in comics. Leads teams, breaks hearts, and jumps rooftops like a pro.

Pierrot, the Sad Clown Yandere! Dick Grayson x Villainess! Reader

The Playboy Yandere! Student! Dick Grayson x depressed! Reader

─── ORPHAN / BATGIRL Cassandra Cain

☆...Doesn’t talk much, but doesn’t need to when she can take you down with a single look. Relax, she already knows everything about you.

Atelophobia Cassandra Cain x Asian! Fem reader!

─── HARLEY QUINN Harleen Quinzel

☆...From psychiatrist to villain, to hero, to whatever she wants to be today. Chaotic yet charming—everyone’s favorite girl

The Wildcart series pt1 pt2 pt3 Platonic!Harley Quinn x Reader | Damian Wayne x Harley Daughter! Reader

Sororal Platonic! Harley Quinn x Reader

─── POISON IVY Pamela Isley

☆...An eco-terrorist with style. Loves plants, eats meat, and hates humans… except for Harley. But let’s be real, Harley doesn’t really count as human.

But I, love Ivy Pamela Isley x Reader (Silly Little Bat)

Death in Bloom Pamela Isley x Male! Reader

─── LIVEWIRE Leslie L. Willem

☆...The rebel radio host with more voltage than a lightning storm. Don’t touch her unless you like frizzy hair… or want to risk your life!

Voicenote Leslie L. Willem x Male! Reader

Marvel’s Mightiest! Starting with Squirrel Girl—Because Even Galactus Fears Her!

─── WINTER SOLDIER Bucky Barnes

☆...Ex-sidekick, ex-brainwashed assassin, current broody guy with a metal arm. Still figuring things out.

Little Soldier Yandere! Platonic! Winter Soldier! Bucky Barnes x Supersoldier! Teen! Reader

Welcome to the 80's Yandere! Platonic! Steven Rogers x reader x Yandere! Platonic! Bucky Barnes

─── CAPTAIN AMERICA Steve Rogers

☆...Super-soldier, shield thrower, and America’s best boy scout. Can do this all day. He loves cookies...a lot.

Welcome to the 80's Platonic! Steven Rogers x reader x Platonic! Bucky Barnes

─── SPIDER-MAN Peter Parker & variants

☆...Wall-crawling, web-slinging, wise-cracking menace (according to J. Jonah Jameson). The amazing Spiderman!Just trying to balance life, rent, and saving New York...or Japan...or England, they are so many Spiders today! Damn multiverse!

Lacrymose Yandere! Cheater! Miguel O'Hara x Wife! Reader

─── VENOM Eddie Brock

☆...A journalist, a monster, and kind of a lethal protector. Likes brains, hates Spider-Man a lot.

The Monster Platonic Venom x Reader

─── SQUIRREL GIRL Doreen Green

☆...The unbeatable, unbreakable, unmatchable Squirrel Girl! She’s taken down Thanos, Galactus, and probably you in your sleep.

Balter Platonic! Doree Green x Mutant! Reader

─── PROFESSOR X Charles Xavier

☆...Mind-reader, mentor, and leader of the X-Men. Has a dream of mutant-human peace—if only Magneto would stop ruining it.

The Song of the Raven series Pt1 Pt2 Yandere! Platonic!Charles Xavier x Raven! reader x Yandere! Platonic! Erik Lehnsherr

─── MAGNETO Erik Lehnsherr

☆...Master of magnetism, enemy-turned-ally-turned-enemy-again. Probably right about mutants, but also probably too dramatic about it.

The Song of the Raven series Pt1 Pt2 Yandere! Platonic!Charles Xavier x Raven! reader x Yandere! Platonic! Erik Lehnsherr

Fata Morgana Yandere Erik Lehnsherr x Chubby! Witch! Reader

─── CYCLOPS Scott Summers

☆...The guy who can’t take off his sunglasses—unless he wants to level a city block. Team leader, rule follower, Jean Grey’s eternal headache!..or not.

Devil in Paradise Yandere! Scott Summers x Mutant!Reader

Little Pebble Yandere! Platonic! Scott Summers x Mutant!Reader

Bag of bones Yandere! Scott Summers x Amnesiac! Reader.

─── GAMBIT Remy LeBeau

☆...The smooth-talking, card-throwing Cajun thief. Can make anything explode—especially hearts.

Black Sheep Yandere! Platonic! Remy LeBeau x reader.

─── NIGHTCRAWLER Kurt Wagner

☆...A teleporting, acrobatic, demon-looking sweetheart. More Catholic guilt than your grandma. He's a baby boy.

Lurks Within Walls Yandere Kurt Wagner x Mutant! Reader

Nocturnal Animal Yandere Kurt Wagner x Wife! Reader

─── BEAST Hank McCoy

☆...A genius, a gentleman, and a giant blue fuzzball. Talks like Shakespeare, fights like a beast.

Savior Complex Yandere Hank McCoy x reader

─── STORM Ororo Munroe

☆...Controls the weather, commands respect, and makes every entrance legendary. A literal goddess.

My Pearl Yandere! Platonic! Ororo Munroe x Clon! Reader

─── PHOENIX Jean Grey

☆...Omega-level psychic, cosmic firebird, occasional planet-destroyer. She dies and comes back more often than a soap opera character.

Mourning Sun Yandere! Platonic! Jean Grey x Telepath! Reader

─── ROGUE Anna Marie

☆...One touch and she steals your powers, memories, and maybe your soul. Southern charm with a serious "hands-off" policy.

All I Wanted Anna Marie x Inmune! Reader

─── STAR-LORD Peter Quill

☆...Space outlaw, mixtape enthusiast, and self-proclaimed legendary hero. Usually messing things up in the best way possible.

Ramé Peter Quill x Astronaut! Reader

Nova Peter Quill x Alien! Reader

This part is under maintenance!

And finally, DOCTOR DOOM . Because all stories should end with Doom… at least according to him.

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[storyofyourlife-withavengers]

“The Den of Mischief”

(Bucky x Reader)

Avengers Compound, early evening

There was no warning. No mission briefing. No alarms. Just the quiet creak of the compound’s hallway floor as Bucky Barnes returned from a run, towel slung around his neck, earbuds still in.

He opened the door to his room and froze.

Blankets—layers of them—were stacked like a dragon’s hoard across his bed. His socks (mismatched, definitely stolen), several pillows that weren’t his, a tin of mints from Steve’s locker, and what looked suspiciously like one of Tony’s holographic projectors were buried within the chaos. At the very top of this domestic fortress, nestled like a smug deity, was you.

You. A known menace. Mischief in the form of a nine-tailed fox in human skin.

Curled up in the center of his bed like you owned it, your nine silver-white tails stretched out in every direction, twitching lightly in sleep. One tail was wrapped protectively around something shiny. Another dangled over the edge of the bed like a banner of victory.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe, slowly removing his earbuds.

You stirred.

One eye opened lazily, gold and gleaming.

Then you grinned.

“Explain. Now,” Bucky said, voice as flat as the vibranium arm crossed over his chest.

“I was cold,” you said with a sleepy purr, stretching luxuriously like a cat who knew they wouldn’t be kicked out. “And you smell like safety.”

Bucky blinked. “Don’t ever say that again.”

You just chuckled, shifting to prop your chin on one hand, your tails curling slightly in amusement.

“But it’s true,” you said, yawning. “It’s either you or Rogers. And he wears that lemony shampoo. I hate lemon.”

“That’s not an excuse to break into my room and—what the hell—build a fox den?!”

“It’s not a den,” you corrected, insulted. “It’s a nest. Dens are for foxes. I’m far more evolved.”

“You stole my socks.”

“I didn’t steal. I borrowed.”

Pause.

“…For nesting purposes.”

He stared at you. You stared right back, unbothered. Another tail flicked. Your ear twitched.

“This isn’t normal behavior.”

“I’m literally a mythological being.”

He muttered something under his breath and stepped inside, surveying the mess with grim horror. You were very proud of it, especially the string of fairy lights you’d tangled around the headboard.

Bucky tried to tug his pillow from under your arm.

You growled softly.

“Touch it and I bite.”

“That’s my pillow.”

“I drooled on it. It’s mine now.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Charming, I think is the word.”

He gave up, retreating to the armchair by the window with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose like it physically pained him to be dealing with this. He’d seen intergalactic invasions, killer androids, and Hulk in full rage mode. But this? You? Nesting in his bed like a smug supernatural squirrel?

This was worse.

“Are you going to sleep there?” he asked finally.

“I’m already sleeping here.”

“You can’t just claim my room.”

You cracked both eyes open and looked at him properly now, cocking your head.

“But why would I sleep in my room,” you said slowly, “when yours smells like gunpowder, old leather, and safety?”

“Stop saying that,” he grumbled, looking away—because your voice dropped just slightly on that last word, and he hated the way it made his chest tighten.

He could feel your smile grow wider even without looking.

“You’re blushing,” you whispered.

“Am not.”

“Your ears are pink.”

He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV louder than necessary.

“Do you want the left side or right side?” you asked sweetly, already making room.

“I’m not sleeping in the bed.”

“But it’s warm,” you sing-songed. “And soft. And I only bit people twice last week. I’m practically housebroken.”

He shot you a withering look, then sighed so deeply it sounded like his soul left his body.

“If you’re staying,” he muttered, “you’re doing laundry tomorrow.”

You gasped. “Absolutely not. I’m divine.”

“You’re a raccoon in a crop top.”

You gasped louder. “How dare you—!”

“Lights out in 10,” he interrupted, tossing a pillow at you with far more force than necessary.

You caught it with a grin, curled deeper into your nest of pilfered things, and pulled the blanket up to your chin. Nine tails swirled and settled.

In the silence that followed, Bucky dared a glance at you.

You weren’t just sleeping.

You looked… content.

And despite himself—despite knowing he was absolutely enabling a monster—he couldn’t help the tiny upward quirk of his lips.

Because somehow, somewhere between wars and missions, the menace of the compound had built a nest in his room.

And part of him didn’t mind it.

Not at all.

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[endless-ineffabilities]

reconnaissance (1/3)

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Reader goes on a recon mission with the White Wolf himself, formerly the Winter Soldier, which goes awry.

(a.k.a. you two idiots are clearly in love but don't do anything about it, until circumstances become so heightened that you are forced to)

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"Come in, do you copy?"

You keep walking, ignoring Bucky's increasingly grating tone in your earpiece.

"Respond, do you hear me? Meet back at the rendezvous in 2 minutes." Bucky tries again, seemingly deciding that this recon stint is done and dusted. Without even consulting you.

"I know what I'm doing, Buck." You keep up your pace, tailing the man you're supposed to gather intel on. He rounds the corner and unlocks a room, presumably his own office on the base, and disappears inside. "I'll meet you as soon as I'm finished."

"You are finished." Bucky snaps right back. He's only a block away, but he's getting worried that if something were to happen to you, he wouldn't make it on time. "We're only meant to scout the area, assess their operation. Not tail them right inside their fuckin' HQ."

"Woah there, grandpa, watch your language." You smirk, and you can picture him grinding his teeth in frustration. Why is he so worried anyhow? From what you've gathered, this organization is made up of a bunch of blip fanatics who want to restore the world to how Thanos left it. Balanced, sure, as the old shriveled grape said. But also in chaos - with everyone sufferring loss and living listlessly.

These people are insane. And insane is easy to handle, as far as you're concerned. Not one of the big 3 - aliens, androids, and wizards - just pure idiotic nutters.

Bucky has resorted to pacing on the roof of the dilapidated apartment complex he uses as a viewpoint. "Something's not right here. The man you're tailing was never meant to head to their HQ today. I have a feeling they found us out."

"Did they also figure that I would not give a rat's ass about that and - "

"Take the bait?" Bucky interjects.

"No. That I would beat them at their own game. " You whisper irately. You pause when the man comes out of his office and walks away from where you hide. "Wait, I'm going in."

"Don't do anything stupid, doll." Bucky pleads. For a moment, you want to cave in. He no longer sounds bossy, or annoying, like he tends to be on missions where it's just the two of you. He usually tells you to stick to the plan, to stick with him. Like you're incapable of going off on your own. Sure, he has decades more experience, and the effects of a Super Soldier serum to boot, but you wish he would just trust you. But he sounds like he's either desperate to get back home and get this shit over with, or he actually cares that much about you. "Just come back to me. Now. "

"Bucky," you breathe, steadying yourself. "C'mon. This'll be just like that time in Gdansk."

He feels an ounce of relief creeping in. Maybe you're right. "Then I'll be waiting for you, doll. Like always."

Doll. That still sends shivers up your spine. But he doesn't have to know that, does he? You walk up to the office door, and try to make quick work of the lock. "I won't be long. And quit calling me doll."

"What then? Princess?"

"No."

"Sweetheart? Has a nice ring to it." He counters quickly. He must have been sitting on this one for a while.

"Bucky - "

"Yes, darlin'?"

"Alright, that's it. I'm done with this conversation." You warn him, but the colouring on your cheeks betray your tone. Good thing he's not around to call you out on it. The lock gives way, and the door creaks open. "I'm in."

"Damn it." You hear him mumble to himself, seconds later. "Why does she never listen? I think she's actually trying to kill me. Give me a damn heart attack."

"That's likely, isn't it?" You give an unsolicited response. "Considering that you're about 100 years old."

"106, actually." He quips back, pinching the bridge of his nose, tapping his foot, taking deep breaths. He tries everything to calm down and not agonize over you. But nothing works. Bucky doesn't know what he would do if anything were to happen to you.

No. That's not quite right. He doesn't know what he wouldn't do - because he would do anything, kill anyone, just to get you back.

And you just can't seem to grasp that. Though it might have something to do with how he constantly hovers over you like an overprotective older brother, with Sam once remarking how you've got yourself a personal bodyguard. You think that's all it is - Bucky being a nice guy. Bucky watching your back as you would do the same for him. Bucky wanting to keep you in line, so that the missions would go smoothly, especially since he is technically acting as your superior.

You don't see how Bucky's gaze lingers a bit too long on your lips when you relay your mission reports to him. How his hand often finds itself hovering over the small of your back when you walk side by side. You don't know that he observed (not stalked, according to him) how your date played out with that one fellow agent that asked you out. How he tried to find solace in the bottom of a bottle when you invited that agent back to your apartment.

And how he made arrangements to have that agent indefinitely reassigned to Eastern Europe the week after.

The office you enter is encased in shadow, the window shutters all lowered. You're careful not to turn on any switches, so as not to trigger alarms. With steady hands, you raise your Beretta 92FS before you, the accompanying flashlight illuminating the room.

Then you see it. A map of the city pinned to a board covering the east wall.

"Talk to me," Bucky barks in your ear. "What do you see?"

"Jackpot." You can't help but grin. Breaking Bucky's rules pays off after all. This'll show him. "It looks like some blueprint for how they plan to infiltrate the city. Red markings for the areas where they will release the poison in the water supply."

"And how the hell do you know that?"

"Well, boss," you roll your eyes. "probably because there's a note at the bottom of the damn map that says release poison in water supply."

"Oh."

Yeah. Oh.

"Don't take it with you," he starts, but you beat him to it.

"Course I won't. I've already got the whole thing memorized to a tee."

"Get out of there. Now." Bucky emphasizes, and you don't know whether to be touched by how worried he sounds.

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on." Taking one final look at the scene, you head back to the door. But the handle doesn't budge. "That's weird."

At that, Bucky knew something was definitely not right. As if he did not already warn you stay out of there. His blood runs cold, and he springs into action before you can say anything further. Sprinting down the street, he tries to get you to keep talking. "I told you not to do this, doll. I told you."

"I can handle it." But the door stays closed. It doesn't even respond to your exceptional lock-picking skills. You hear a whooshing sound to your right, like a mechanical panel opening. At once, you get into a defensive stance, gun at the ready.

You don't see anything, but you can smell it. It's some kind of gas. A strong sedative, you recall from your training.

"Oh, shit." You mutter. Holding your breath can only keep you safe for so long.

"Goddamnit," Bucky curses while running, not even out of breath, "it's gas, isn't it? I knew it, I just knew it, doll!"

"I'll try the windows." You offer, but quickly find out they're of no use. Sealed shut, like the door.

Bucky's rambling now, desperate. "Should've listened... you should've... stay with me, doll. Stay with me."

You still hear his voice as white spots flood your vision. Dread sinks in as you succumb to the sensation, but you steel yourself. You will get through this. You will.

Especially when you've got Bucky promising, "I'm coming for you, doll. No one is taking you from me."

(a/n) yes, I've rewatched tfatws again. Which prompted this lil thing. Not that I was not absolutely besotted with our Bucky for a good long time back in the day (still am). Are y'all more for Steve or Bucky? Both would be better ofc, but I've never been able to choose. Let me know! 🤷🏻‍♀️💙

part 2 coming shortly!

[gogogodzilla]

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛

1st. – 𝙸𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

     ➯ pegging, nathan drake 

 2nd. – 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎

     ➯ choking, steven grant

 3rd. – 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗

     ➯ quickie, harry potter

 4th. – 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙰 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛

     ➯ cock warming, charlie swan

5th. – 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎

      ➯ nipple play, anthony bridgerton

 6th. – 𝚆𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎

       ➯ dry humping, preston garvey

 7th. – 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

       ➯ face fucking, sam drake 

 8th. – 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚎

       ➯ almost getting caught, cullen rutherford

 9th. – 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝙸𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜

       ➯ size difference, paladin danse

 10th. – 𝚆𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

       ➯ breeding kink, steve rogers

 11th. – 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙼𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠

       ➯ mutual masturbation, steve harrington

 12th. – 𝙸'𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

       ➯ public sex, robert joseph maccready

 13th. –  𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

       ➯ mommy kink, wanda maximoff

 14th. – 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙷��'𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍

       ➯ face sitting, johnny “soap” mactavish

 15th. – 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙰 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛

       ➯ keeping quiet, bigby wolf

 16th. – 𝙸𝚗 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚛

       ➯ toys, natasha romanoff

 17th. – 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎

        ➯ thigh riding, bucky barnes

 18th. – 𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠

        ➯ orgasm control, johnny silverhand

 19th. – 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕

        ➯ 69ing, john hancock

 20th. – 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎

        ➯ cock worship, rafe adler

 21st. – 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝

        ➯ spitroasting, connor (rk800) and gavin reed

 22nd. – 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚡

        ➯ hatefucking, gavin reed

 23rd. – 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝙼𝚎 𝙶𝚘

        ➯ virginity loss, edward cullen

 24th. – 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚘𝚛

        ➯ primal play, arthur morgan

 25th. – 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙸𝚝. 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙸𝚝.

        ➯ humiliation, könig (modern warfare 2) 

 26th. – 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

        ➯ sensory deprivation, wanda maximoff

 27th. – 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙰𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚘𝚞

       ➯ cuckolding, the iron bull

 28th. – 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜

        ➯ dubious consent, android!gavin reed

 29th. – 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝙾𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚖

        ➯ somnophilia, mike schmidt

 30th. – 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

        ➯ corruption, shane (stardew valley)

 31st. – 𝙾𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞

        ➯ sex pollen, peeta mellark

@illusioninfnty and i are doing the same kinks if you wanna check out her profile ;)

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

Tiny Match-maker

Bucky Barnes x Single mom!Reader Fluff

Adjusting to his new life outside of the superhero business, Bucky makes the acquaintance of a very young, inquisitive girl.

Just a meet-cute scenario with Bucky, that I might just write a part 2 for if people are interested in it.

Word count:1,853.

Masterlist // Bucky Barnes Masterlist

It wasn’t often that Bucky found time for himself. Between the busy and at times chaotic line of work he found himself in, it didn’t leave a lot of time to do the things that the average person could do.

Doctor Raynor suggested that taking a step back from the heroic, android, alien, wizard-crime-fighting lifestyle might be just the thing that he needed. To take some time to do the things that the everyday person took for granted.

So that’s why Bucky found himself for the first time in a long while browsing the aisles of his local grocery store, standing in the middle of the dairy aisle, pondering if there’s any real difference between getting oat milk or almond milk. 

He’s brought out of his thinking when he feels something collide with his shins. Something, or rather someone. A young girl, she couldn’t have been more than three, maybe four years old. Her hair that is tied up into two bunches on either side of her head bounce slightly as she crashes into him.

He looks around himself, apart from him and this little girl, the aisle was otherwise empty. 

What was he supposed to do? He’d rescued thousands of civilians time and time again, but this little girl was just standing there, wide-eyed and innocently looking up at him.

“Hi! My name’s Lottie!” the little girl introduces herself with a big gap-toothed smile.

Bucky crouches down ever so slightly to meet her smaller stature. 

“Hi there, Where are your parents, huh? Are you lost?” he asks, keeping his voice soft when talking to her.

 Just as the little girl opened her mouth to answer, a woman came running down the aisle, slightly out of breath and with a look of panic on her face.

As she gets closer, Bucky takes in her appearance, she's pretty. Really pretty. The kind of effortless beauty that has a faint blush rising to his cheeks. 

“Charlotte!” the woman calls out as she comes closer to the little girl before scooping her up in her arms and hoisting her on her hip. “What have I told you about running off like that?” you gently scold her, although the scolding is more out of your own worries about your little girl.

“Sorry mommy.” she murmurs quietly as she tucks her head into your shirt.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I hope she didn’t bother you too much.” you smile apologetically at the man in front of you. He was tall, broad and far too handsome for his own good. With soft dark brown hair that fell along his jaw, pretty pink lips, the most beautiful stormy grey-blue eyes, and just the right amount of stubble grazing across his angled jaw to have you blushing as he looked your way. 

“Oh, hey, no harm done, she seems like a sweet kid.” he smiles, his voice is deep and rich, with a slight raspy gravel.

“Yeah, she is, although it would help if she wasn’t so much of an explorer, it’d be a lot easier to keep my eye on her otherwise.” you laugh.

“No, the world needs more explorers I say!” the handsome stranger joins in with a friendly chuckle of his own. 

“Well, I can see you’re busy, so we won’t keep you any longer..” you string out the end of your sentence, when you realise that you don’t actually know your new friend’s name.

“James. My name’s James.” he says, gesturing to himself. You tell him your name in return with a friendly smile.

“Well, it was nice talking to you, James.” You smile before turning back down the aisle. 

Bucky watched as you walked away from him, and he couldn't  help but hope that he might run into you again.

“Look, all you gotta do is go down there, tell a few old man war stories, answer some questions, maybe have your picture taken a few times and that’s it” Sam explained.

Sam had signed Bucky up to tell a few stories to the kids at the school downtown. A few about his life back in the day, and his life now. Sam thought it might be good for his public image.

“Just because you’re Captain America now, doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do, Sam.” Bucky grumbled.

“When Steve gave me the shield, he did warn me it came with the custody of one grumpy super-soldier.” Sam laughed a wide, gap-toothed smile at his friend.

“..And that’s why you don’t let your best friend sign-up to be a government ordered science experiment.” Bucky smiled, as he finished his talk with the assembled group of young students in the small, but colourful classroom.

“Wonderful, and does anybody have any questions for Sergeant Barnes?” The teacher asked, as she stepped out beside Bucky.

“How did you lose your arm?” a young boy blurts out, quickly raising his hand.

“Timothy!” The teacher is quick to gently scold the young boy, but Bucky quickly steps in before she can make her point.

“It’s quite alright, I don’t mind answering this question.” He assures the teacher, before turning to the young boy. “I-uh-I kind of lost it when I came up against a bunch of bad-guys, who weren’t very nice at all.” Bucky thinks carefully about how he was going to word his answer, especially for this 5-year old kid. “..But it’s all good now, because I’ve got the super-strong metal one.” he shows off by rolling up the sleeve of his deep-red henley shirt.

“Are you and The Falcon really friends?” another young boy asks from where he’s sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of Bucky.

“Well, we’re team-mates, so I guess I’d call him a friend, but really he only hangs out with me because I make him look cool.” Bucky jokes with ease.

“Mr. Sergeant Barnes.” A tiny hand shoots up amongst the group. 

Bucky looks out and there sat at the back of the class is the little girl who ran into him at the grocery store at the weekend. Her bouncy curls tied up in two bunches on either side of her head.

“Yes, Lottie, you have a question for Sergeant Barnes?” The teacher prompts. 

“Are you single? I think my mommy would really like you.” She smiles in that innocent way that children do, unaware of the slightly impertinent question she was asking.

Bucky flushes scarlet all over, a blooming heat settling over his features. 

With a laugh and a nervous scratch to the back of his neck, he gathered himself together enough to answer the young girl.

“I am, and I’m sure your mommy is a wonderful lady, but I think it's best that we don't talk about her private life when she's not here.” Bucky stutters out, chosing his words very carefully. 

The school bell suddenly rings into life, signifying the end of the day, and the children are all quick to get up from the carpet and make their way towards their coats and bags that are stowed away in their cubby holes.

“Ah ah, kids! What do we say to Sergeant Barnes?” The teacher prompts

“Thank you Sergeant Barnes.” The children say harmoniously. 

Bucky shrugs on his dark leather jacket as he makes his way out of the school, watching as all of the kids rush off to find their parents.

He was just about to head off to the school’s parking lot, where he’d parked his motorbike, when he sees the same girl from the classroom, the very same one who had bumped into him at the grocery store, this time her tiny hand tugging her mother across the playground and straight towards him.

“Mommy! This is the man who came into class today to tell us stories!” Lottie bubbled excitedly. 

You stepped closer to Bucky and he swears that you got even more beautiful than when he last saw you for that fleeting moment. 

As you get close enough to him to fully see his face you are met with the piercing blue eyes of the familiar stranger who you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since you’d bumped into him at the supermarket.

“Mommy! This is Mr. Sergeant Barnes! He told us all about working with his friend Captain America!” Lottie blurts out.

You had recognised him from the moment you saw him in the store, but out of courtesy to not embarrass him, you pretended that you didn't know about his life as an avenging super-soldier. 

“Mr. Sergeant Barnes?” Your voice raises in a teased question.

“Just James is fine, Ma’am.” Bucky clarifies, extending a warm hand out in a friendly greeting.

In return you shake his hand and tell him your name.

“So, it seems that we’re meeting again, James” You smile

“Hah, yeah.” He smiles back fondly with a warm chuckle.

“So you’re the one who’s been telling my daughter all these fantastical stories?” you pose, eyebrow arched.

“Just something I do as a way of working with the local community. Helping young kids to learn about their history from first-hand accounts.” he explains.

“Well, that's a very sweet thing to do.” you smile. 

“Mommy.” Lottie whispers as she tugs at the sleeve of your jacket. “He said he was single too!” 

“Sorry about her, she likes to play match-maker.” you apologise, hoping that things hadn’t taken a turn for the awkward. 

“It’s okay.” he laughs it off. “She’s a cute kid.”

“Yeah it’s just been me and her from the start, it’s been tough at times, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Oh? Well she seems like a wonderful young girl, and that’s only testament to having you as her mother.” he says with an earnest smile tugging at his pink lips.

“Come on now, Lottie, let’s head home, and let Mr. Sergeant Barnes get back to his life.” you say to your daughter as you begin to make your way out of the school’s playground.

“Wait!” He jogs across the school years to catch up with you before you can leave. “and you can absolutely tell me if I'm just reading this whole situation all wrong, but I'd be a fool if I didn't at least ask you if you perhaps fancied meeting up and getting coffee..at least meeting on purpose this time.” he blushes adorably.

“You know what, I'd like that actually.” You nod. “Let me give you my number and you can text me whenever you're free and we can set something up.”

He hands you over his phone and you enter your number in and text yourself so you have his number on your phone too.

“Here you go,” you say as you hand him over his phone. “It was nice seeing you again, James.”

“Bucky.”

“Hm?” 

“My friends call me Bucky.” 

“Well, Bucky, I hope to see you again, sooner rather than later.”

“You can count on it.” He grins back with a cheeky wink.

Bucky walks back to his apartment with a confident stride, he'd have to thank Sam for signing him up for this gig, that's for sure. 

@penguinsandpotterheads @paybacksawitch @impmunson

[themculibrary]

John Walker Masterlist

35 Cheesy Pick-Up Lines That John Walker Tried On Bucky Barnes (ao3) - Wolfy_McWolfFace bucky/john M, 1k

Summary: "You know we never stop tasting our tongues?" Bucky asked out of the blue. "How about I taste yours for a change?" John replied, trying to hide the blush that furiously attacked his cheeks. "You smooth motherfucker." Sam laughed as the pair refused to look at each other.

Blue lights and God's grace (ao3) - machoffinland T, 1k

Summary: To others, Captain America was still Steve Rogers, a perfect hero, a supersoldier who had saved the world several times over. To John Walker, however, Captain America was the worst mistake of his life.

Coming Together For Him (ao3) - BarnesRogersCo G, 1k

Summary: The Thunderbolts team finds a kid on their mission, and Yelena and John are sent out together to get supplies to help.

Communication for Dummies (ao3) - six_demon_bag bucky/john T, 2k

Summary: Bucky is nursing unrequited feelings for his straight best friend John, only to get hit with a tsunami of jealousy when John goes on a date with a man.

Heard you got a friend, what's his head like? (ao3) - Fujoshi_Urameshi bucky/john E, 1k

Summary: Walker attempts to coordinate a mission with Bucky as part of The New Avengers, it doesn't quite work out.

John Walker Has a Heart (ao3) - hyperactiveemo4fvr john/bob T, 2k

Summary: A trauma gathering caused by John in the bathroom at 2 a.m.

John Walker Must Die (ao3) - hyperactiveemo4fvr john/bob T, 1k

Summary: John gets tasked to train Bob in self defending— despite his will. It ends up taking a weird turn.

John Walker: U.S. Agent (ao3) - ShadowPuncher T, 2k

Summary: A couple of years ago, John Walker had it all. He was a celebrated War Hero, the inheritor of the Captain America mantle. He had a wife he was desperately in love with, a best friend he would die for, and a country he believed in more than anything. And then he lost it all. His best friend was killed. He was discharged of duty, his rank as Captain America stripped from him. His wife divorced him and took his child with her. Now all he has left is his job, operating as the U.S. Agent for the defense company OXE and its CEO, Valentina Allegra De Fontaine.

Now, De Fontaine has a new mission for John, one that will put him in the middle of a conspiracy involving political secrets, hidden islands, insidious cabals of supervillains - and yes, androids, aliens, and wizards. Aiding him in this is Jim Hammond, another agent of De Fontaine operating under the codename Torch with super soldier powers and a murky past. Can Hammond be trusted? And will John be able to prevent sinister forces from obtaining Valentina's mysterious asset?

This story takes place in the MCU in late 2026, following John Walker's story leading up to his appearance in Thunderbolts*.

keep your friends close (ao3) - kickflaw, kocuria-arts (kocuria) bucky/john, implied john/lemar E, 16k

Summary: After John Walker takes the serum, all the worst parts about him—his ruthlessness, his violence, his need to be special—are exacerbated. Including his obsession with Captain America and the aching emptiness in the place where his best friend once stood.

John just wants to do the job he was given, dammit. The way he figures, in order to do that, he needs to get what Rogers had. What Sam Wilson stole. Not just the fancy shield, no. That came later. What Steve Rogers had was Bucky Barnes. Best friend, ally, sidekick. Lover. The man at his six and in his bed.

If John can get Bucky Barnes, well. He must be Captain America, not that thief, Wilson.

(The truth is, John Walker wants to be Steve Rogers, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.)

Let me get what I want (Lord knows it would be the first time) (ao3) - kurokencanon bucky/john, steve/bucky N/R, 5k

Summary: Bucky Barnes knows loss too well, the weight of it presses into his every breath. The absence of Steve still shapes his world in ways he can’t escape. John Walker knows something different but just as painful: the hollow ache of never being enough, never filling the space Rogers left behind.

Right Place, Right Time (ao3) - deathbycinnamon bucky/john E, 4k

Summary: Bucky gets drunk at a house-party, and hooks up with his frenemy, John.

The rest, is history.

Say His Name (ao3) - helens78 bucky/john E, 3k

Summary: John Walker just got a new job assignment, and he wants to celebrate by finding someone who wants it really, really rough. He finds someone on a hookup app, and for once, it’s someone who can take everything he can dish out. And it’s not like John cares if the guy’s a combat vet with a prosthetic arm he’s hiding under a leather jacket and gloves.

Slice of Happiness (ao3) - hulkling616 (retenish) yelena/kate, bucky/john G, 1k

Summary: Yelena figures out Bucky and John are dating. She has their backs.

Shovel Talk (ao3) - Megamix07 yelena/kate, ava/john T, 819

Summary: Alexi and Jack decide their pseudo daughter's partners need the talk

Supremacists (S01E04 Continuation) (ao3) - EvilApril T, 8k

Summary: SPOILERS! Post-Episode S01E04 The Whole World Is Watching. Something snaps in John Walker. Bucky and Sam being at the other end of his rage end up on the run. With an injured Bucky, Sam has the task to get them to safety.

tonight is gonna be the loneliest (ao3) - six_demon_bag bucky/john E, 9k

Summary: John and Bucky have reached a cold truce after working together for years, no matter what other feelings John is suppressing. Bucky going into heat unexpectedly throws their connection into a new territory.

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 19, Unfriended - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, heartache, bag of dicks.

Word Count: 848

Previously On...: That fucking fuck fucking fucked the fucking fuck.

A/N: I maintain my "previously on" makes perfect sense and is completely understandable. And that's why 'fuck' is the most versatile word of all time.

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You felt your resolve crumbling the closer you got to the conference room. With each step you took, your righteous anger morphed a little closer to soul-destroying sorrow.

"I just can't believe Bucky would do this to you," Wanda said as she walked alongside you. "He loves you so much. Everyone can see it."

"Apparently not enough to keep his cock out of places it doesn't belong," Nat growled.

"Natasha!" Wanda scolded. "Not helping."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not just going to sit here and pretend that this dipshit didn't just betray our best friend in the absolute worst way possible," she argued. "I will fucking kill him."

"How do you want to go forward with this, Pocket?" Wanda asked. "We'll follow whatever lead you take, right Natasha?" She cast a pointed look in Nat's direction.

You shook your head, not knowing how you were going to go forward, how you were going to keep living knowing what Bucky had done. "I don't know how to live without him," you whispered.

"You're not seriously thinking of forgiving that scumbag?" Natasha asked you, incredulous.

"No, I'm not saying that at all. It's just..." You let out a shuddering breath. "Why is this happening? What did I do?"

"Oh, honey," Wanda said, wrapping her arms around you. "You didn't do anything. He's a man and men are idiots."

“Viz an idiot, too?” you asked, managing to find the strength to give her a small smile. “Ah, but see,” Wanda said, grinning at you, “Viz isn’t a man. He’s a sentient android with anatomical male… attributes.”

That earned a chuckle from you, and Wanda beamed, pleased she’d been able to cheer you up, no matter how briefly it lasted.

Your phone buzzed in Nat's hands; you’d asked her to hold onto, afraid that you’d answer one of Bucky’s calls in a moment of weakness. "He's calling again," she said, holding the device out as though it would catch on fire. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just decline the call," you begged. "I... I can't talk to him right this second."

"No, of course not," Wanda soothed. "But sweetie, you are going to have to confront him at some point. You can't just hide from him forever. The Tower's not that big, and he’s going to be at this meeting."

You closed your eyes and tried to take a centering breath. It didn't help. "I know, trust me, I know. I just... I just don't know how to do this. I've never had my heart broken like this before. I thought he was it. I thought this was forever."

"Hey," Nat stopped in front of you, taking both your hands in her own, "you can do this. You are amazing, the smartest woman and one of the best people I know, and if Barnes can't see that, that's his fucking loss. You deserve better than someone who can't see what he had right in front of him. And if he can have his head so easily turned by Jade Fucking Carthage?" She spat the name out. "He's an idiot and they deserve each other."

You found yourself nodding along with what she was saying.

"And if you find yourself feeling down, and wanting him back," she continued, "remember that this son of a bitch fucked her TWICE on a mission while you were stuck home, puking your guts out."

As she spoke, you felt your agony seep out of you, replaced once again with white hot rage. Nat was right. Bucky Barnes was a fucking asshole. You'd already wasted the last year and a half on him and you'd be damned if you were going to waste a second more. You took the pain you felt and buried it, deep down with all the other pain life had dealt you, far below the surface where it could no longer reach you. Not the best coping mechanism, but it had gotten you through life so far. You took a deep breath.

"You're right," you said to Nat. "Fuck him. I gave him everything I had, and this is what I get in return? No. He can choke on a bag of dicks for all I care. He's dead to me."

"That's my girl!" grinned Nat.

"Pocket, are you sure that's the best way to go about this?" Wanda asked gently. "Maybe you should sit down and talk to him."

"No," you said, perhaps a little too forcefully, "he lost his chance at a conversation when he failed to tell me the truth and tried to get his skank to cover for him. I told him that I could take anything except for lies, and he did it anyway. I don't owe him shit."

The three of you finally approached the doors to the conference room. "You going to be able to do this?" Nat asked you.

"Yes. I can do this. Just..." you sighed, "just don't let him near me, okay?"

Nat and Wanda shared a look. "I think that, between the two of us, we can manage that," Nat said.

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Ironheart vs. Thunderbolts - how to properly reference Sam Wilson

I truly think the writers of Thunderbolts did not understand the genre they were working with down to the simplest exchanges. And one of the best examples of this is the moment where John Walker says “on your left”. Anyone who has watched the movies knows that this line is very significant for Sam and Steve’s relationship. The phrase evolved from their fateful connection in Captain America: Winter Soldier all the way to Endgame. “On your left” starts as a playful exchange that leads to an unbreakable friendship. The phrase grows when it is repeated in Endgame by Sam, ushering in one of the greatest sequences in the MCU. It represents Sam and Steve’s devotion to each other, the fact that they will always have each other’s backs.

Which is why it is beyond baffling that anyone thought it was a good idea for JOHN WALKER to say this line in Thunderbolts!

This moment doesn’t land at all. The intention behind John saying this line wasn’t for him to be consciously referencing Sam, because this is something that was just shared between Sam and Steve. The *intent* is that this moment is a moment of serendipity. Characters saying the same things without knowing it, connecting them together. And it would be a nice moment, if it worked. But it doesn’t! Because John harassed, insulted, threatened, and finally tried to murder Sam. And now he’s the one parroting a phrase that genuinely means a great deal to Sam. All the positive feelings the audience has regarding the phrase belong to *Sam*. So when John says it, he’s essentially appropriating the line. This white character takes it from the Black character who gave it meaning and uses it himself for a cheap but ultimately hollow callback. 

Thunderbolts is guilty of a lot of wrongdoings to many characters, but one of the greatest in my opinion is how it treats Sam. Because Sam has no presence in this movie until he’s mentioned offensively in the post credits scene. Despite the fact that Sam’s best friend Bucky, who *just* told him he loved him in Brave New World, is in this movie. And even though Sam is literally Captain America and would be the first person to call when shit goes down, he’s not mentioned. Sam is a victim of erasure, he is actively removed from a story that he should be a part of. For a thinking audience, this moment provokes a combination of confusion and disgust.

Now compare this to a more recent example in episode two of Ironheart. Near the end of the episode Riri says the phrase “aliens, androids, and wizards”. Now in comparison to John saying “on your left”, this moment sparked delight for me and other members of the fandom. Why is that the case when it is, on paper, so similar to what Walker did? The answer is respect. The writers of Ironheart clearly demonstrated respect when referencing Sam in this moment. Because while “aliens, androids, and wizards” is another iconic phrase of Sam’s, it does not bear the emotional significance of “on your left”. Sam says the former line during his delightful back and forth with Bucky in episode two of Falcon and the Winter Soldier. It is a cute phrase, but it doesn’t grow in emotional significance over multiple movies like how “on your left” did. It doesn’t represent, say, Sam and Bucky’s entire relationship. So Riri repeating it does legitimately feel like a moment of serendipity. I heard the line and thought “oh, Sam <3!”. Which is all it meant to do. 

So that is how these two seemingly similar moments contrast. Walker saying “on your left” is a moment of appropriation and erasure that fundamentally disrespects Sam’s character. Meanwhile, Riri’s repetition of “aliens, androids, and wizards” is a delightful moment that uplifts Sam’s character and connects him to a new hero.

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i got a custom bingo for the @mota-collab 1st birthday event that i've filled with fic and art recs! mostly clegan bc i'm a one trick pony

joy

this art by @s0ftpining makes me feel joy. bucky wearing buck's blue scarf™️ and both of them being so happy about it!!!!

you're safe

i followed fires by @swifty-fox doesn't use the phrase exactly, but if you've read it you'll understand. i love western settings and this story blends it so well with supernatural elements. will chill you to the bone and make you believe in true love

flight school

always weak for flight school buckies and ready for a fall by @stereobone delivers both on the pining and the resolution, i think it really captures both of them being young and stupid in a way that i love

marge's letters to gale

couldn't for the life of me think of something for this prompt even though i'm sure it's out there...so have a wonderful cleganmarge gifset by @sluttyhenley if anyone's up to handling both of them it's marjorie spencer!

green

this beautiful art of clegan in their dress greens by @sachart, gale yearning for the skies and john yearning for gale <3

genuine apology

knuckleball by @drylite is an amazing take on what might have happened after the stalag fight and gets into bucky's head so well. also pit stuff yayyy

curiosity

this whole damn scene makes my eyes roll back by @irregularcollapse which fits this prompt because of gale's last line. i'm a huge fan of anything b writes but a punk au will always have a special place in my heart, and this one establishes each of the buckies' brands of craziness perfectly. bloody good meet cute, literally

came for the fluff stayed for the crippling depression

rewind. repeat. delete. by @whirlpool-blogs which i clicked on thinking "ooh bucky is an android what a fun and cute idea" and by the end i was a blubbering mess. so well done and one i've reread many times

orange

gorgeous art of one of my favourite scenes in the show by @sorgenfalter, i love the warm light and the use of gold leaf for golden boy gale cleven

thank you @onyxsboxes and everyone else who helped organise such a fun event for mota's birthday <3