#android!bucky barnes x reader

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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.

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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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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! 🤷🏻‍♀️💙

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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. 

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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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[lizamango]

Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 11/?

A/N: Sorry it took almost 2 years to update

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

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Wordcount: 2476

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~ Chapter 10 ~

Warnings: mentions of grief

Chapter Summary: The Avengers settle into the Compound.

Chapter 11: I Brought the Pizza

The quinjet ride back to Avengers Tower from Sokovia is quiet. A solemn weight over all of us, dressed in black to honour the sacrifice of Pietro but also the people who lost their lives in the war against Ultron. Wanda wished for him to be buried in Sokovia, at least what is left of it. I can’t imagine what she feels, the loss of her country, the loss of her twin, the loss of her home.

“Bet you can’t wait to get out of here,” Clint sighs, taking a seat next to me.

I see a shift in Wanda’s body language. She tunes into our conversation.

I think it over. I have to find Bucky, especially now that Steve has the Avengers to lead out of this political catastrophe. Even so, I only have an inkling of where to start… My eyes fall to Wanda. I feel compelled to stay for her but not because of her. I feel it deeper than in my head.

“I think I should stay,” I say. I look at Steve who I know hears my decision. “Just for a little while… I can’t just leave you guys in the middle of a crisis.”

Clint smiles sadly. “Well if you put it that way you might never get the chance to leave.”

I chuckle. “You’re probably right.”

“You should get some rest.” Clint pats my shoulder. “You’re not built for this, remember?”

I exaggeratedly roll my eyes as he recalls my words from days ago.

I snuggle up in my chair, bringing my knees up and leaning on the window, shutting my eyes.

The sound of children laughing comes into earshot and warms my heart. With it, the feeling of safety envelopes me.

A house stands in front of me. A classic brownstone, steps leading up to a dark oak door. Potted plants line the large bay windows. Plants that are taken care of. I open the door and step inside.

“Mommy!” A lilted voice calls out.

A little girl runs up to me and jumps into my arms. “Hi sweet girl!” The voice is mine but I’m not the one speaking.

I put her down and she pulls me into the living room. Stuffed toys are arranged around the coffee table, teacups in front of them. I hear a crunch under my shoe and look at the floor. Crayons.

“I drew a picture!”

I see someone enter my periphery.

“I missed you today, doll.” A deep voice that sends shivers through my body says.

I wake up with a blanket over me.

“Hey, sleepy head,” Steve greets. He’s not piloting the jet anymore.

“How long was I out?” I ask, unbuckling myself to stand and stretch my legs.

“Pretty much the whole flight. Lucky you.”

“I had the weirdest dream…” I frown.

“Ladies and gentlemen -and androids, please fasten your seatbelts. We are about to begin our descent to Avengers Compound,” Tony announces as he and Clint pilot the jet.

“You heard the captain,” I say. “Well… co-captain, I guess.” Steve chuckles softly and sits in the seat next to me.

The landing is smooth and we all disembark. I overhear Natasha and Clint talking about Bruce, planning on how to go about tracking him. I doubt that’s even possible considering he took off to literally outer space. 

“I’m gonna miss my old room at the tower,” Steve comments as we take in the sight of the Compound.

“Tony just had this on standby?” I ask.

“It’s been in the works since the New York Invasion. Thought we’d need a proper home base that wasn’t in the middle of the city,” Tony explains. “You know, you can have a room here, too.”

I smile at the rare show of kindness. “I haven’t had dormmates since my time at the SHIELD Academies.”

“I’d love to hear about those days,” Tony smirks.

Kindness over. I roll my eyes instead of dignifying it with a reply.

“Why don’t you just give us the tour, Tony?” Steve suggests.

I fall into step with Wanda as Tony takes us through to the dorms. She’s been quiet the whole time, looking at whatever Tony points to such as the kitchen a Michelin chef would envy, training grounds fit for Olympic athletes, a meditation room which I theorise was meant for Bruce not that that would have done him much good but the thought is there.

“Stark thought of everything, huh?” I say.

She raises her brows in sarcastic agreement. “He’d like to think so.” I feel the slight bitterness hiding in her tone. Deep wounds.

“Men like him always do. But he’s not a bad guy,” I add.

“I read the files. It wasn’t Stark Industries funding the war in Novi Grad… it was HYDRA. But you spend so long hating a name, blaming it for everything bad in your life… it’s hard to just let that go.”

“Maybe you don’t let it go… maybe you just bury it. At least, that’s what I do. In this line of work, it’s important to be able to do that.” It’s not healthy advice but I think we both know that.

Tony offers Wanda a room and I take the one opposite hers. The space is huge, the bed cozy. I flop down onto it, not even caring that I’m in my outside clothes, although a shower sounds like the best idea. I hear the familiar sounds of television floating from across the corridor. Wanda’s room.

A knock sounds on my already open door.

“Stark thought of everything but clothes,” Nat throws me a SHIELD tracksuit. “This is all the jet had. Looks like we’ll be twinning.”

I smirk. “Thanks. We should shop.”

“Just coz we’re all in the same place doesn’t mean you get to relive your college days,” she teases.

“Fine, I’ll just ask Wanda if she’ll accompany me,” I stick my tongue out and she laughs, leaving my doorway. I go into the en suite bathroom and turn the shower on. 

I have a towel wrapped around my hair when I decide to knock on Wanda’s door. I can still hear the TV on.

“Yes?” I hear from the other side.

“Hey… what ya watchin’?” I ask and it’s in no way awkward at all.

“Modern Family.”

“May I join you?”

She just nods. I sit on the bed next to her. She’s still in her clothes but I see a folded pile of the same tracksuit I’m wearing on the desk by the window. 

She’s watching the episode where they’re preparing for their family portrait.

“I know this one, I used to binge watch these when I would train at the Academy gym. It’s easier to focus when I’m watching something instead of listening to music,” I comment but try not to overshare. I look to Wanda to try and gauge what she’s thinking. If I’m annoying her.

I only see a small smile but distant eyes. “I used to watch these shows with my family. We had them on tapes, my father would sneak them in… it’s how we learned English. Pietro would always remind us to speak only in English in the evenings. Whoever would break and speak Sokovian first would do the dishes.”

The fact she shares such heartfelt memories with me makes me smile and I know that all Wanda needs right now is someone to sit and watch with her. So that’s what I do.

The sound of knocking wakes us from the nap we didn’t realise we took mid-watch.

“Pizza’s here,” Steve announces.

Wanda and I look at each other then turn the TV off and make our way to the common room. I rub my eyes, feeling the weight of tiredness on them then they fall on a familiar face.

“Sam,” I smile and go in for a hug.

“Hey you, disgraced SHIELD agent,” he greets, recalling the time Steve and I were effectively on the lam from the government and sought help from him.

“This is Wanda,” I introduce. “She’s a friend. Wanda, this is Sam Wilson. He saved Steve and I.”

She simply nods in acknowledgement and he seems to respect her boundaries. Sam’s good like that; sensitive to the burdens of others. It must come with leading a support group for veterans. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“I brought the pizza,” he jokes at first then gets serious as we all load up the plates with slices and sides of chicken wings. “I figured it must’ve been rough going through what you guys did back in Sokovia…”

I nod. “It’s hard to talk about.” He would understand that.

“I’m here if you need someone to talk to,” he offers.

“So you’ll be staying?” I ask, hopeful. It’ll be nice to have him around; Sam’s presence feels light.

“Well, Cap was offering the training grounds… go through some drills ya know, for future missions,” he shrugs, but I can see the excitement running through his body.

“You’re an honorary Avenger, Wilson.” It brings a smile to his face.

Staying with the Avengers doesn’t allow much for down time. I wake to the sound of knocking on my door. 

“Wake up, L/N.” It’s Natasha. “Cap’s having us run laps and spar.”

I pull the pillow from under me and put it over my face. “Can’t I pass?”

“Nope,” she calls out and I know she’s already gone. I roll my eyes and then roll out of bed. I tie my hair back and find some training gear, Tony’s staff had stocked up the guest rooms, I didn’t even know he still had people for that.

I leave my room and glance at Wanda’s door. She probably wouldn’t appreciate being woken up at dawn and I’m not about to face her wrath.

“You’re late, L/N,” Steve calls out.

“I’ll live,” I sass back.

I stretch in an effort to warm up and wake up. 

“I’m too old for this,” Clint complains, appearing next to me.

I frown. “Shouldn’t you be with your family?”

“I will, I just had to finish up some reports and Dr Cho wanted to keep me for observation for a couple days.”

Right, the nano-regeneration. I forgot that happened; it feels so long ago.

A whistle blows. “Alright, warm-up time. Line up on the track,” the Captain orders. 

“Is he on some kind of power trip?” I ask no one in particular as we do as he says.

“I told him not to go easy on us,” Sam answers.

I gawk at him. “So this is your fault?”

“You guys are super spies, you’re used to this. I’m a regular Joe. I need to push my limits, I need to be able to keep up.” He raises a fair point. “You were trained by the KGB, you both were trained by SHIELD-“

“You were in the army, like Steve,” Clint raises a brow.

“Oh, come on. I’m nothing like that guy,” Sam defends.

Sam is humble. “I think you’re more like him than you think, Wilson. Don’t ever sell yourself short.”

“Alright, enough chit chat. At the sound of my whistle, you run like hell.” A silence follows where you can only hear the wind then the sound pierces through my ears and my legs take off. Running feels like the closest thing to flying, to freedom. As a spy, I was always on the run from something so it feels good to run for nothing. Nothing but glory, that is. I smirk as I near the line and see a flash of red in my periphery. Too slow, Romanoff.

“We have a winner,” Cap announces. “Good job, L/N.”

“This isn’t fair, she’s younger,” Clint heaves.

I laugh. “Don’t be a sore loser, Clint.”

“Alright, have a water break, then we’re sparring.”

“You gonna be my partner, Falcon?” I ask.

“Actually, I was thinking of having you all fight each other so you can have a range of fighting styles to understand,” Cap explains.

“You really wanna tire us out, huh Cap?”

“Well after, we’ll have breakfast. I think Tony’s setting up a small feast with his private caterers. And yes, I do hear how ridiculously pretentious that sounds coming from my mouth.”

I smirk. “You’ve come a long way from a boy in a Brooklyn brownstone.”

The ache is familiar but not welcome as I trudge to the common room for the breakfast spread promised to us for surviving a Steve Rogers Training Special. 

“I feel like I was maimed. Do you feel maimed?” I ask the nearest person.

“Mhm, yeah that’s one word for it,” Sam answers. “I didn’t like that at all.”

“Imagine if we had to fight Cap after all of that,” we laugh at the absurdity then it dies down because that idea is actually entirely possible. We share a look of fear.

I smell it before I see it. Fresh bread being toasted, eggs, bacon, sausages, herby mushrooms. Then the sweet scent of Danish pastries and croissants.

“Okay, maybe all that was worth it,” Clint comments as he makes a beeline for the food. Natasha smacks his hands before he touches anything. “Ow!” he exclaims.

“Wash your hands first.”

Glancing at the clock, I see it’s just after 9 and I can hear chatter coming from the corridor leading to my room. I follow the noise and while the corridor is still dark, lights flash from under Wanda’s doorway. TV. She’s awake.

I knock softly on the door.

“Yes?”

“Wanda… there’s breakfast, if you want,” I offer. I hear shuffling and the door opens. Her eyes are red and puffy, her nose rubbed raw.

“I’m not hungry but thank you.” She means it. I nod.

“If you want anything at all…” I let it linger. There’s only one thing she wants and no one can give it to her.

She gives a small smile and slowly closes the door but I notice she keeps it ajar.

I catch Steve’s eye as he looks at me expectedly. I shake my head subtly and he knows what I mean by it.

I wash my hands then fix up a plate and sit next to Steve on the bar.

“Dealing with grief… it’s personal. We just have to be there for her when she’s ready.”

“Grief…” Vision repeats. I didn’t even notice him. His cape and suit is gone, he seems to have opted for slacks and a sweater. I wonder when he had the time to go shopping… “Miss Maximoff does not want to break the fast with us because of it?”

“No… she doesn’t have much of an appetite. It’s normal, giving what she’s going through,” Sam adds.

“To grieve is to have loved one so greatly it surpasses the life that was ended,” Vision states and the room is quiet. Heavy.

💜

Chapter 12

lowkey that last line slayed I'm proud of writing that hahaha

comments, reblogs, likes any interactions are appreciated!

[blubberingmess]

Ready to comply [Android!Bucky x fem!reader]

Summary: you accidentally drunk-'bought' an android, what could go wrong?

*sigh*

Warnings: a lot of cursing and mention of sex. Heavily inspired by the video game called 'Detroit: Become Human', don't worry everyone can still read this.

|3043|

      "No, don't leave me! Please."

      "I have to... It's for the best, Maria."

      "No! Alejandro, don't do this to me!

      The sound of the old show from the 2030s and the crunch of the chips on every bite you make were the only things that can be heard inside your small, dingy apartment.

"You really need to take care of yourself! I mean, look at this! Why is there a bra on the freaking counter?"

Ah yes, and also the loud nagging of your big sister. You love her, you really do, but sometimes you just want to just punch her in the face for being so loud every time she comes to visit.

You simply ignored her and continue watching the show in front of you, shoving a handful of chips in your mouth and crunching down on it a bit loudly on purpose. The sound of heavy footsteps can be heard emerging from the kitchen area and stopped in front of you.

Looking up with an unamused expression on your face, you are met by your sister's glare with her arms cross over her chest. Her luxurious clothes and accessories just makes you wince at how bright it is, the urge to obnoxiously hissed at her and hide away from such brightness is strong.

"You need an android."

You were about to actually hiss at her when you were stopped by her sudden suggestion, although, it's more of a command rather than a suggestion. You blink, slowly registering what she just said.

"The fuck do I need an android for?"

Your apartment might not look the best but it's home. Your sister just isn't used to such place, living the life as a supermodel and traveling around the world. Your apartment looking like shit is not a good valid reason for you to buy one. You can take care of yourself, plus, those things are expensive and may you add, weird.

You're not against them, to be honest you're fascinated by CyberStark's inventions; A fan of Stark himself. His inventions just gives you the creeps becasue of how human-looking they are. Kept you guessing who is an android and who is a human when going out.

Thankfully enough, CyberStark designed their androids with an LED in their right temples, one of the distinction of androids between humans. But still...

"Your apartment is a mess. You aren't taking care of yourself or even cook yourself some decent food--"

"I can cook! I just don't feel like it," you protest, clearly offended.

Your sister ignores you and resumes on listing off the reasons why you needed an android with with you groaning every sentence. Finishing off with a, "-- also, you haven't gotten laid in months."

You clicked the pause button on the remote and toss it beside you, mouth agape. "Why the fuck do you care about my sex life all of the sudden?! And for your information, I'm broke. I can't afford a normal android, more so an android with a dic-."

She sighed. "Do you even have a job?" Yes, I hack shits for a living.

You pursed your lips together before answering with a casual chuckle, "Of course I am, sis." You quickly moved the subject before she could ask anymore, "The point is, I don't have enough money to buy myself an android."

"Even the cheaper ones? They only cost ten grand."

Not all of us are getting paid just by posing in front of the camera, sis.

"Even the cheaper ones," you repeated, shoving a piece of chip in your mouth. You were about to grab the remote you tossed beside you but stopped when you heard her speak.

"Here."

You widened your eyes at her outstretched hand, more specifically, the black card. "Woah what? Are you serious? No."

"Yes. Give it back to me as soon as you bought an android. Don't forget, I'll get notified on every purchase you'll be making so don't you dare waste my money."

"What if I want to order some parts for my Nitro? Or my computer suddenly blows up?"

"Not a surprise, but no. Just an android. Order some foods if you want but that's all."

"Um... thanks."

|12am|

      The nearest CyberStark branch isn't what you called 'near', it's about a mile away from your apartment; a few minutes drive using your beloved motorcycle; Nitro.

You decided to give yourself just one glass of wine a few hours ago just to let yourself unwind; think about your life choices. But the more you think about it, the more you didn't noticed that 'one glass of wine' became a 'one bottle of wine'.

Now here you are, currently in the middle of the empty sidewalk, staring up at the brightly lit logo of CyberStark all while trying to stay upright.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside the shop and widen your eyes in awe. The inside is very bright and clean in contrast to your outfit which is a mismatched pajamas; is a bit wrinkly and slightly dirty - is that a ketchup stain? Whatever.

You're the only customer inside, thank God.

"Hello ma'am. How may I help you?" You yelped at the sudden voice and glanced at your left to see who it was. A blue LED on It's temple; It's a female android with blonde hair and blue eyes, attractive and unnaturally symmetrical - a typical look for androids, they have to be symmetrical and pleasing for the human eyes.

"Um, yeah. I'm looking for an android?" You mentally smack your head at the stupid question.

The female android nodded it's head, gesturing towards a line of different kinds of androids. "What kind of android are you looking for, ma'am?"

"I don't... I don't actually know." It feels weird talking to someone who looks like a human but is clearly not.

"We have androids that are specialized for house work." Gesturing at the left said of the shop where there are different kinds of varieties of androids are staring into space, only blinking every few minutes.

The female android gestures towards the right side of the shop where another line of different looking androids are. Just like the left side, they just stands there, only blinking and staring into space.

They look... so lifeless.

"On the right side, we have androids that are specialized for caregiving; seniors and toddlers. To the back we have..."

The voice of the android was suddenly blocked off from your ears, focusing at the large box in a vertical rectanglar form that's being carried by two androids while a human man beside them talked, carrying a clipboard in his hand.

They carefully placed it on top of a small platform before opening the metal box and almost choked on air at what you saw.

Even with its eyes closed, you could tell that the android is handsome. It's a model you've never seen before, a new model perhaps? It's hair is brunette; neatly trimmed to the sides while it's thick, curly on top. It's dressed in the usual android uniform of CyberStark, with the necktie and such. You could tell that this android is much more built than the other models, and maybe a bit more taller as well.

"What's that?"

The female android stops and searched her eyes to where you are pointing at, LED flickering from orange then back to blue.

"Android B107, the latest android of CyberStark." The two androids and the man from before walks away after making sure the said B107 is all ready and set for the day.

You walked towards the said B107, giving it a once over and hum in appreciation.

"Does it work?" You shove your hands inside your pockets (thankfully your pajamas has pockets), casually and unashamedly checking out the currently asleep android.

Damn, look at those thighs.

The female android's LED started to flicker once again before answering, "Yes." She walked up to the platform where the B107 and pressed a button on the small white stand, tapering up where a small red button is located, before stepping back.

With a single push of the button, the BB107 came to life. You watched in awe as it slowly opens it's eyes, blinking a few times before it focuses down on you.

He looks so soft and innocent, like a puppy.

"Pleasing to the eyes indeed," you whispered. You watched at how his bright blue eyes scanned your whole face before staring up ahead like the rest of the androids, blank and spaced out.

You hate it.

Turning your eyes back at the only android you can talk to at the moment, you asks,  "What does it do?"

It's LED flickered from blue to red real quick as soon as you asked the question. "I'm sorry ma'am, but it's classified for now," it answered monotonously.

You quirked an eyebrow at it and unconsciously started fiddling the small device inside your pocket. "What? Then why is it placed here then?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but it's classified for now." Again, with that monotonous, android-esque tone in its voice.

A scoff left your mouth and sassily roll your eyes. "Then tell me something about the android that isn't classified. Geez."

Both of you unbeknownst at the small movement from the B107, it's eyes locked down on your frame. Eyes slightly narrows as it tried to read the datas and information in front of his lens, almost all are empty except for your name and a file he can't access.

[(Y/n) ::surname not found::; ::age not found::; ::year of birth not found::  occupation: unknown;]

[History; not found]

[File.exe 09002576] - [File can not be opened]

The B107 analyzed your movements and the way you lightly swayed side to side.

[(Y/n);; intoxicated]

"B107 is a prototype, first of its kind."

That immediately got you hooked and without having a second thought, you whirl your whole body towards the blonde and grinned.

"I'm buying this one."

The blonde simply shakes it's head. "I'm sorry ma'am, but the B107 is not for sale."

You inhale, grasping the small device a bit tighter. "Oh? Why's that?"

"Just like the recent models, CyberStark have yet to introduce the model before deciding if they should sell models like B107 in the future."

You hummed with a quick look around the empty android shop, before pointing behind the android. "What about that one? I'm sure it's for sale."

The gullible android turns her head to look at where you're pointing at and saw a stray dog peeing on the large glass window of the shop. Before the android could even turn back around, you immediately sticks the tiny cube like device on It's arm.

The android immediately started sizzle and popped the moment the device came contact with it. It's outer skin deactivated around the area, the white plastic coming into view.

Small sparks are coming out from its LED light before the android completely stopped moving, standing still with its eyes wide open.

You're no monster, you just turned it off; reset all of it's data and delete all the scans of your face the android made.

"If I told you to sell me the android, Sell me the fucking android," you slurred, already feeling your head spin. You quickly grabbed the small screen from its hand and blindly scanned the black card before tossing it behind you without a care.

The BB107 watched it all happened before him and can't help but feel... slightly amused. The corners of his already lightly upturned lips lifts up more into a tiny smirk while his eyes remained blank.

The B107 averted it's gaze from the deactivated android and look back down at you, hands unwrapping from its back and down to it's sides.

"B107... B... B... Bucky. Yeah, I like the sound of that. Your name is Bucky." You snapped your head on the now 'dead' android and points your index finger to your 'Bucky'. 

"You heard that? His name is Bucky." Before swinging your attention back to your android, puffing your chest - a futile attempt to look superior since he's basically towering over you with or without the platform, not to mention, much more powerful.

"You probably know this by now; noticed you scanning my face. My name is (Y/n) and I'm your owner now, do you understand?"

[Face scan>>(Y/n):acquaintance]

Bucky nodded his head once, not hiding the smirk from his face. "Ready to comply, (Y/n)."

The sound of his voice is so deep and smooth, so... arousing.

You physically shook your head at the thought of jumping the android's bone, you don't even know if he is one of those kinds of androids, yet. Maybe next time.

Also,'Ready to comply' ? That was new.

"Good. Now let's go, I'm hungry." You wrapped your hand on his cold ones and intertwined your fingers together. Surprisingly, the android lets you.

Unbeknownst to you, you didn't actually activated the small screen after you took it from the female android and just unceremoniously tossed it behind you.

You didn't actually paid for the android. That means you don't own the B107 in anyway, and yet... he lets you drag him out of the CyberStark shop like you do.

Chapter 2

How's the AU? Didn't find one with Bucky yet. Let me know if there is, I wanna read one 🙏💛

[sarahsmi13s]

Lieutenant Rogers - pt 4

Earn It

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), sam wilson, bucky barnes, john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes

series warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, the flag smashers, super soldiers, if i miss any please let me know

word count: ~4.1k

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

sources: Top Gun: Maverick (2022) , The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)  

series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

chaper summary: sam and bucky finally meet john in person. so does star. neither interactions were in john’s favor.

pt 1  pt 2  pt 3  pt 5  pt 6

************

“We need to tell Y/N,” Bucky said as he walked alongside Sam. “Hell no,” Sam said immediately. “Why not? She needs to know!” “No, she does not. She is training, and this is not her problem.” “She’s a super soldier, just like them.” “Well, technically she’s a super pilot, not a soldier.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Sorry about Redwing,” Bucky said after a few minutes of silence. “No you’re not,” Sam said. He looked over at Bucky, “What’s going on in the big cyborg brain of yours?” 

“It’s computing,” Buck replied flatly, making Sam chuckled. “You know what? I can actually see it. I can see the gears turning. Ope, they’re malfunctioning, shuttin’ down. Yep, they’re on fire.” 

Bucky ignored his teasing, “We gotta figure out where the serum’s coming from.” “Yeah. And how in the hell after 80 years are there 8 super soldiers runnin’ loose?”

A truck pulled up beside them, honking.

“So that didn’t go as planned, huh?” John said from the back. 

Sam and Bucky barely glanced as they kept walking. 

“Okay. Let’s keep going.” The car rolled forward, staying in front of the two.

“Look, at least we know what we’re up against now, huh? And we’re pretty sure it’s one of the big three, so..” John continued. “Aliens, androids, or wizards?” “Pretty sure.” 

Bucky shook his head and scoffed, “There’s no such thing as wizards.” John nodded, “Alright, then it’s aliens, or androids.” Sam finally turned his head, “Or super soldiers.” 

“Shit, super soldiers. For real?” The other guy in the truck said. “Yeah.” “Wow. Alright. Then we work together.” “That’s not happening,” Bucky said bluntly.

John sighed, “I think we stand a much better chance if we all just-” Bucky cut him off, “Just 'cause you carry that shield, it doesn't mean you're Captain America.” He was fuming on the inside, but just mildly annoyed on the outside. “Look, I've done the work, okay?” John was becoming impatient. “You ever jump on top of a grenade?” Bucky challenged.

Walker didn’t miss the chance to brag, “Yeah. Actually, I have. Four times. It's a thing I do with my helmet. It's a reinforced helmet. It's a long story, but, any… Look, it's 20 miles to the airport. You guys need a ride. Guys. Gary, stop. Get in.” 

Okay, you gotta give the man credit for trying to be friendly but he was doing it for the wrong reasons.

Bucky and Sam shared a look before begrudgingly climbing into the truck.

And the talking started immediately. “Okay, so we've got eight Super Soldiers on a bulk supply run. Why?” Sam sighed, knowing there was no way around trying to work with him, “They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during The Blip. Maybe they're just trying to help.” “They had a funny way of showing it,” Bucky voiced.

“That serum doesn't exactly have a great track record. No offense.” John was already approaching their last nerve, that stepped right on it. But they continued to be cordial.

Well, Sam did, Bucky was just staring.

“We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here? The Flag Smashers?” Sam asked, looking between the two. “Uh, no, we didn't track them, we tracked you, uh, through Redwing,” the guy next to John said, scratching his neck. 

“You hacked my tech?”

John chuckled, seemingly amused by Sam’s frustration, “Sorry. It's not exactly hacking. It's government property. Kind of the government.” Bucky just stared at him, pondering how someone had that much audacity dare carry the shield. 

“Does he always just stare like that?” Sam glanced at Bucky before looking back at Walker, “You get used to it.”

“Okay, look,” John cleared his throat, “you know, things have gotten kind of, uh…” “Chaotic.” “Yeah. The GRC, they're doing the best they can to get things up and running smoothly, post Blip.” “Reactivating citizenship, social security, healthcare. Basically just managing resources for the refugees who were displaced by the return.” Sam nodded, “The Global Repatriation Council does all that. I get that. So why exactly are you two here?”

The man next to John continued to explain, “Well, they provide the resources and we keep things stable.” John chimed in, “Yeah, violent revolutionaries aren't usually good for anyone's cause.” “Usually said by the people with the resources.” John nodded, “We got a lot of resources. If you guys, if you joined up with us, we could-”

“No,” Bucky bluntly cut Walker off, firm in his decision. 

“I got mad respect for both of y'all. But you were getting your asses kicked till we showed up.” Bucky looked at him, “Who are you?” “Lemar Hoskins.” Sam scoffed, “Look, I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear, I need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins.” “I’m ‘Battlestar’. John’s partner.” Bucky really couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “‘Battlestar’?” Bucky nodded, turning to the front, “Stop the car!”

The driver, Gary, stopped at a rest point. 

“Look, I-I get it, okay? I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think that the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky,” John called out, but Bucky ignored him. He sighed and turned to Sam, “And I'm-I'm not trying to be Steve. I'm not trying to replace Steve. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be. That's it.” 

He hoped to get Sam on board, “It'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingmen on my side.”

Scoffing, Sam moved to get out, “It’s always that last line.” 

He shut the door, not thinking about the next words that came out of his mouth, “If you really want support, you need it from more than just Cap’s ‘wingmen’.” Sam shook his head and followed after Bucky.

*********

“Good morning. The uranium enrichment plant that is your target will be operational earlier than expected. Raw uranium will be delivered to the plant in ten days’ time. As a result, your mission has been moved up one week-” Everyone tensed in their seats. “-in order to avoid contaminating the target valley with radiation.”

“Sir,” Coyote spoke up from behind where you were seated beside Hangman. “No one here has successfully flown a low-level course.” You nodded a little as you moved your eyes from Coyote to Warlock. “Nevertheless, you have been ordered to move on. Captain.”

Maverick walked up, “We have one week left to focus on phase two. It’s the most difficult stage of the mission. It’s a pop-strike with a steep dive, requiring nothing less than two consecutive miracles.” You shifted in your seat and flexed your hand. “Two pairs of F-18’s will fly in a welded wing formation. Teamwork. Precise coordination of these aircrafts is essential to both the mission’s success and your survival.”

You glanced up at Hangman to find him clicking his pen as he listened. 

“As you know, the plant rests between two mountains. On final approach, you’ll invert directly into a steep dive. This allows you to maintain the lowest possible altitude, and the only possible attack angle. Your target is an impact point less than 3 meters wide. The two seat aircraft will paint the target with a laser bull’s-eye. The first pair will breach the reactor by dropping a laser guided bomb on an exposed ventilation hatch. They will create an opening for the second pair. That’s miracle number one.”

You glanced over and shared a look with Bob, exhaling your nerves as you turned back to Mav. “The second team will deliver the kill shot and destroy the target. That’s miracle number two. If either team misses the target the mission is a failure.” You sucked in a breath as you popped your knuckles. “Egress is a steep high-G climb out to avoid hitting this mountain.”

Jake spoke up next to you, having seemingly done the math in his head, “A steep climb out at that speed, you’re pulling at least eight G’s.” You shook your head, sitting up, “You’re pulling nine, maybe even ten G’s.” Maverick nodded. 

“The stress limit of the F-18’s airframes is 7.5.” Mav nodded again, looking at Rooster, “That’s the accepted limit. To survive this mission, you’ll pull beyond that, even if it means bending your airframe.”

He took a breath, turning back to the screen, “You’ll be pulling so hard, you’ll weigh close to 2,000 pounds, your skull crushing your spine, your lungs imploding like an elephant’s sitting on your chest, fighting with everything you can just to keep from blacking out. And this is where you’ll be the most vulnerable. This is Coffin Corner.”

Fanboy spoke up, “The only person that could maybe withstand that much force is Star.” Both you and Mav shook your heads. “It may not affect me as much as it would anyone else, but I’m not invincible. The serum boosts my metabolism, it doesn't create miracles.” Mav swallowed, nodding at you before continuing.

“Assuming you avoid crashing into this mountain, you’ll climb straight up into enemy radar while losing all of your airspeed. Within seconds you’ll be fired upon by enemy SAMs. You’ve all faced sustained G’s before, but this-this is gonna take you and your aircraft to your breaking point.” 

Phoenix spoke up, shaking her head slightly, “Sir, is this even achievable?” “The answer to that question will come down to the pilot in the box.”

*******

You just exited the locker room, sore, showered, and ready for some drinks after a long day of failing.

“Lieutenant Rogers,” Admiral Simpson poked his head out of his office. “I need a word, please.” You turned immediately and walked in, “Sir, did I-” “This has nothing to do with the mission, Star,” Warlock assured you.

“I don’t know if you were aware but Captain Walker stopped by wanting to have a word with you,” Cyclone said, crossing his arms and he leaned against his desk. You shook your head, “No, sir, I was not aware the Captain would be stopping by.” Cyclone nodded, “Understood. I sent him away as soon as I could.”

His scoff resembled an unamused chuckle, “He tried to use the ‘I’m Captain America’ card. I had to remind him that this was in fact the Navy and that it didn’t work here.” “Also, we’re Admirals, we out rank him anyway.” 

“We aren’t sure of how he found you. But we wanted you to be aware.” You nodded curtly, “Thank you, sirs. Am I dismissed?” They nodded and you went to the door.

“Star?” You turned, humming in acknowledgement. “We stand with you. We don’t appreciate how your wishes were disrespected, if there’s anything we can do. Let us know.” You smiled a little, nodding, “Thank you.”

Once you closed the door, you were fast walking out of the building going to your bike.

********

You laughed as you stood up straight, “Ha! Told you it’d go in!” “That’s what she said,” Fanboy mumbled behind his glass. You dropped your jaw, “Jar, Garcia, I heard that.” He groaned, “Damn your super hearing.” He placed a dollar in the jar.

As you leaned over to take your next shot, the bar became silent and the pilots around you stood stock still. 

You glanced up to see the anger on their faces. “Okay? What made you guys so sour all of a sudden?”

“Y/N Rogers?”

You froze. You’d recognize that voice anywhere. “You gotta be shittin’ me,” you grumbled to yourself.

Hangman, Omaha, and Harvard looked at you, silently asking if they needed to handle this. You shook your head and stood.

Being extra cautious of how you gripped the pool cue, you turned to face John Walker.

“That would be me.” The blond had a proud smile on his face and looked at Lemar who was next to him, “Told you she’d be here.” 

He cleared his throat and adjusted his suit. “John Walker. Captain America,” he stuck his hand out for you to shake.

The quiet scoffs from behind you went unnoticed by the man in blue. “I know who you are, John.” You jerked your head toward Lemar, “Who’s your friend?” “Lemar Hoskins, or ‘Battlestar’,” he said, nodding politely to you. “Nice to meet you, Lemar.”

John clears his throat, obviously not liking that you seemed to just overlook him. You look at him, giving him a once over, not missing the gun on his belt. “How can I help you boys?” You smirked a little at the way John’s jaw clenched.

“We’re trying to work with Sam and Bucky on a mission, they just don’t seem to respect or support us-“ “And you’re here to ask me to talk to them?” “Would you?” 

A laugh escaped your lips before you could catch it.

Walker furrowed his brow, “What’s so funny?” You took a deep breath to calm yourself, “It’s just, you think that I have any influence over two grown men. Like what I say to them might make them want to work with you. John, you might want to rethink your methods.” “Look, Y/N, all I’m asking for is just a little respect and support. It’d mean a lot if I could get it from you.” You nodded, passing your cue to Hangman before stepping forward.

As you opened your mouth, he spoke, “I understand that this isn’t what you expected, or even wanted. But I’m trying to do the best I can, and having you by my side would really help. What do you say?” 

He gave you a smile, one that he definitely thought could get him what he wanted.

“No,” you said, holding your head high, reveling in the way his smile dropped. “No?”

You crossed your arms, looking down at your boots before looking up at John. “Respect is not simply given, John. You have to earn it.” “I’m Captain America, everyone respects me.” 

Rooster laughed from behind you, causing you to smirk when Walker nearly gave himself whiplash to look at him. 

“Dude, if you didn’t notice, which I’m sure you did, nobody batted an eye when you walked in.”

Hangman looked around, “Yeah, and everyone is just kinda ignoring you. It’s a little embarrassing.” John's fingers twitched, but he made no move, knowing he was severely out matched and out numbered.

“Look, Walker, just because you carry that shield doesn’t mean you get respect from everyone at the drop of a hat. My father earned the respect he got. I’ll admit that you’ve done some good things, but that doesn’t make you a good person. It doesn’t mean you deserve the shield.” John nodded, “Oh, I see. I think I know what this is about.”

You opened your arms, inviting him to continue, “Please, do enlighten me.” 

“You wanted the shield and you’re mad they didn’t choose you.” You scoffed, “Oh, really? That’s why I’m upset? Listen, if I wanted the shield, I would have it. This is all about your attitude, and the fact you think you’re above everyone. My dad never thought that way. He was a nobody that was given a chance. He had a heart of pure fucking gold that was too big for his own good. He stood up to bullies, that’s why he was Captain America. You were chosen because of your achievements, not your heart.”

John opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “You want my respect, go out there and fucking earn it. You want Sam and Bucky’s respect, you earn it. Have the day you deserve, John.” The look in your eyes had Walker biting his tongue and walking out, Lemar looking at you.

You shifted your gaze to him, “I understand he’s your friend, but he needed to be taken down a peg or two. Take care, Lemar.” “You too, Lieutenant.” You gave him a small smile as he walked out, wondering if was only here because John was his friend.

Turning back to your fellow aviators, you exhaled, shaking your head. 

“What a dick,” Halo piped up. You all chuckled, nodding in agreement. You held your hand out, Hangman placing the cue in your hand. “That was pretty badass, Star.”

“You’re lucky you had that handled, Penny was about to make him buy a round for the whole bar for that comment,” Phoenix informed you. “Yeah, her hands were itching to ring that bell,” Payback said, nodding towards the bar. “My hands were itching to knock his damn teeth in,” Coyote said, sipping his beer.

You smiled at the group, watching them move back to their previous activities. You were grateful to have them at your back just now.

Bob came up to you and rubbed your arm, Omaha coming up with him to place a hand on the small of your back. “Are you okay?” You nodded, “Yeah.” 

Your hands gripped the cue a little tighter as you twisted your hands around it. “I think I just need a drink, you can take over for me,” you passed the cue to Bob. They nodded and watched you make your way to the bar, turning back around when you made it there safely.

You stood at the bar, rubbing your temples. Penny noticed your presence and made a note to go over to you when she finished cashing out this patron’s tab.

Glancing over, you made sure none of the squad was paying attention and snuck out the back.

Except someone saw you. 

Maverick watched you push off the bar and make a bee-line to the beach. He watched Penny come back and notice that you had left. “Where’d she go?” Mav gestured to the door, “Outside. Put a drink for her on my tab, I’ll go talk to her.” Penny nodded and got the drink.

****

You sat in the sand, cross-legged and staring at the water. “I’m sorry, Dad…” You mumbled, moving your gaze to look at your hands, Steve’s dog tags tangled in your fingers.

Someone sat down beside you, not saying anything as they held out the bottle. “Thanks.” “No problem.” It was silent for a moment while you both took sips of your respective drinks.

“Hangman would have been a better fit,” you tried to make light of the situation and Mav chuckled. “Don’t let him hear you say that.” You huffed a laugh and took a gulp of your drink.

“You wanna talk about it?” Mav asked, not taking his eyes off the water. You chuckled dryly, “I think I voiced my opinion fairly well.” “Star…” You sighed, “I just- I want- I don’t know…”

You sniffled and rubbed your nose, “I wish I could let it go…” “But you can’t.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t.” “That’s okay. Some things you just can’t let go of,” Mav said, flexing his hand and moving his eyes away from the ocean. You knew he was referring to Goose and Rooster.

You brought your knees up, settling your bottle in the sand. “I feel like I let him down, you know,” you confessed, running your fingers over the raised metal of the tags. “That I should have fought Sam harder. Somehow proven to him that he was ready for it. That he was the Captain America this country needs, not the one it wants. Tell him that he had the ability to really make a difference.” 

Mav hesitantly rubbed your back, “I’m sure Sam had his reasons.” You nodded, “He did. And I respected his decision, I’m in no place to tell him how he should feel or what he should do.”

It was silent for a moment and you didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

You gestured back to the Hard Deck, “I appreciate you checkin’ on me, Mav. But go enjoy the rest of your night. We got a long day tomorrow.” He nodded, “It’s not a problem. If you need anything, don’t hesitate.” You gave him a small smile and watched him retreat to the bar.

As you turned back to the water you sighed and ran a hand down your face, bringing the bottle to your lips to finish it.

As you sat there, your phone rang. “Sam, hey.” “Hey, are you busy?” You shook your head, standing up and dusting the sand off, “Not at the moment, no. Heard you got to meet Walker. Would’ve been nice to have a heads up though.” “Heads up?” “Yeah, he showed up at the Hard Deck. If I don’t see him for another 70 years it’ll be too soon.” 

Sam covers his mouth on the other end, “Shit, he went to North Island?” “Actually he tried to talk to me at work. But the Admirals shooed him away. Then I gave him a piece of my mind about 20 minutes ago.” “I’m sorry, Y/N. I had no idea.” You sighed, “It’s fine. But I know you didn’t call about that, what’s going on?”

“Bucky got arrested.” “What?! Why?!” “He missed his court mandated therapy,” Sam explained. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Why? He knows how important that is.” “He was with me in Germany. We were there on a lead. He wasn’t even supposed to be there.” You groaned and rubbed your face. “Is there anything I can do?” “No, I think his therapist is on her way.” 

You nodded, hand on your hip now, “Okay. Look, our mission got moved up a week, so I’m gonna be training a lot. So just keep an eye on him.” “Of course. I’ll keep you updated.” “Thanks. And Sam?” He hummed. “Be safe. Watch your six.” “You got it. Give ‘em hell, Star.” You both hung up and you went back to the bar.

********

Sam and Bucky walked outside of the police station. “Well, I feel better.” “I feel awful.”

A siren whooping and lights flashing caught their attention. They looked over to see John and Lamar leaning on a squad car. “Gentlemen.”

They glanced at each other before walking over.

“Good to see you again,” John greeted. He was awfully chipper for someone you just got his ass chewed out by his predecessor's daughter.

Neither spoke and just looked at him. “Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that.” John tried to reason, and he honestly thought getting Bucky out of jail would at least garner a little respect.

Sam spoke, crossing his arms, “So, what you got?” “Well, the leader’s name is Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place,” John started. “They geotagged a location, then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displacement communities all across Central and Eastern Europe,” Lamar continued.

“Mhm. We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps.” “Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since The Blip. So I guess you’ll have to look real hard,” Bucky smarted off. “Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?”

Bucky wasn’t having it, “Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?” “No, we don’t know, Bucky,” John said, frustration making his volume rise. “But, it’s only a matter of time before we find out.” “Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker? Doesn’t help that you didn’t get your special approval from Y/N,” Bucky continued to antagonize.

Sam decided to step in, “Take it easy. Look, Walker’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them.” John stood up straight, thinking he finally got them on his side. Sam turned to him, “But you guys have rules of engagement and all kind of authorizations you have to get. Us, we’re free agents. We’re more flexible. So it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.” Sam and Bucky walked away.

“A word of advice, then,” John said, fed up with it all. They both turned back to him expectantly. “Stay the hell out of my way.” It was John and Lamar’s turn to walk away.

Bucky and Sam walked down the alley, “You really had to rub that in didn’t you?” Bucky just shrugged, “Well, he wasn’t really following her advice anyway.”

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okay... okay i know what you guys were thinking- why not just punch the bastard?

to be honest, i want to i REALLY wanted to - but i think a blow to a man’s ego is much more lethal than getting punched

plus, we don’t need to get in trouble for fighting ‘captain america’ and lose our chance at flying this mission

but regardless i hope you enjoyed!

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comment if you would like to be tagged <3 

[dyinglikenarcissus]

Let’s Try Something New…

Steve Rogers x black female super powered reader x Bucky Barnes

Steve is a virgin and you’re inexperienced but you’re both ready to take the next step in your relationship. You’re just not sure how.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, lingerie, blind folding, sensory play, porn, oral sex (male and female receiving), double penetration, anal, breeding kink, threesome, language, and hopefully that’s all

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

19k words

I wrote this a long time ago but I was rereading it and it’s pretty decent so I figured I’d post it. My writing has thankfully improved. Also this was pre-making my reader exclusively black in content so take that as you will.

America’s couple.

That’s what they called you.

“Mr and Mrs America” even though you insisted you weren’t married.

Before you even met, the masses insisted you’d be a perfect couple simply based on your star spangled uniforms and overbearing need to protect the idea of freedom.

He came from Brooklyn. You, Silicone Valley. A program gone wrong somehow managed to merge an virtual privacy beta program with its creator. Your beginnings had eerily similar ties to another Avenger who didn’t make it out so lucky. But you got to keep your good looks and didn’t change colors when you were angry. In fact, you rarely got angry at all. You were calm and analytical and you irritated a certain billionaire to no end until he finally invited you to a charity event at Stark Tower.

You would’ve been flattered if you didn’t already know that his girlfriend was making him do it.

The very thing you were trying to eliminate was your power. As soon as you got within hitting range of a piece of tech, you could read, unencrypt, transfer, and delete files at a twitch of you finger.

You hated it.

But it meant a lot more people understood just how much their technology knew about them. Tony was an open book. Now. But his competition had a lot of secrets that you were unwilling bringing to the surface everyday. To the competition, it looked like he had an in with the newest super hero. In reality, there wasn’t much of him to expose that he hasn’t already.

That lead to your first meeting with Stark. He immediately hated you. He wanted you to ease up but every time you learned of a company embezzling from some poor old lady or of a family displaced by new development, you had to stop it. You couldn’t help it.

He remarked that you’d get along with a certain goody two shoes he was housing in New York. Well, you hated New York so you doubt you’d ever meet this man.

There were more scheduled sit downs with the billionaire, play boy, philanthropist than you care to think about until he finally asked you to this gala.

The people, they love you. The billionaires want to see you on the next mission to Mars. They hope Thor would take you away with him next time he was on earth. But he didn’t come and you kept playing modern day Robin Hood.

Pepper hopes to paint you in a better light. It just a matter of time before someone with unlimited money and resources attempts to put you in your place. You almost welcome it. The only crime fighting you do is with actual computers and they don’t pose much of a challenge. But you bite. And you get a pretty dress. And you go to this party to be paraded around and shown you aren’t a threat.

And paraded around you are.

It was the worst experience you’ve even encountered. So much information to process. So many men who hurt so many more innocent people all in one room. You wish you could hollow the place out. But someone noticed your discomfort and led you away from it all. A purple giant who looked like a man but you could read like an open book.

“An android?” You question as he leads you to a corner of people sitting, drinking, and talking quietly as though none of the other party goers are there.

“Synthezoid,” he corrects. “I researched your powers. This must all be terribly distressing.”

“I’ll have a migraine taller than this tower by the end of this.”

“There she is! Tony’s newest charity case.” You knew all of them from news outlets but mostly from Tony’s visits. All of their files were sorted in the back of your mind. The one who addressed you was Clint Barton.

You smile and nod and introduce yourself.

Steve Rodgers pats an empty spot next to him. “Vision warned us about your power. This is a tech free zone.”

You sigh and take a seat before closing your eyes. “Natasha Romanoff didn’t get the memo,” you mutter.

“Nat,” Steve sighs.

“What? I wanted to see how sensitive her powers are,” she insists before tossing a burner phone in the air. It disintegrates into dust when you blink at it.

“Cool trick,” Sam Wilson whistles.

“There was nothing on it but I hope you weren’t attached,” you apologize to the red head.

“Nope, just seeing how sensitive,” she smirks back at you. You genuinely smile for the first time in months. It’s easy here. Surrounded by enhanced super beings, spies, and specially trained soldiers.

“Well, guys, I don’t think Tony’s freak show is working,” James Rhodes laughs watching a man scream at a guard about having millions of dollars siphoned back to people he scammed.

“I can’t help it,” you whisper.

“Did you just do that?” Steve asks leaning forward. You nod sheepishly. “I like her,” he grins.

“I can’t stand these rich pricks,” Clint sighs. “Do whatever you want to them. They have it coming.”

“Half of you are living under one of those rich prick’s roof. You need to be grateful,” Rhodes insists.

“Some of us are being kept here,” Wanda Maximoff sighs.

“You would like to be let out?” You ask. “I can disarm the security.”

“Don’t even think about it,” you hear Tony command from behind you. You close your eyes at the onslaught of digital information that attacks your senses. “You couldn’t behave for one night?”

“Hey, she’s doing what’s right and if your rich friends didn’t get there honestly, that’s what they have coming.” Steve defends you so easily. Even your own friends have reservations about how you use your powers, no matter how noble they may be.

“Told you he’d love you,” Tony sighs and takes an empty seat. “So, everyone else hates you. I tried my best to make you look good and if I can’t do it, no one can. You wanna join my band of misfits?”

You glance around at the circle of Avengers, earth’s mightiest heroes. “I hate New York.”

Bruce Banner laughs at your comment. “She’ll fit right in.”

And you did. You split your time between California and the east coast. You got a lot of backlash from the ones who initially supported you for joining America’s private task force but you continued doing what you always had and suffered through Tony’s lectures every couple months. But your behavior caught the attention of a certain Avenger. Steve and Tony’s moral compass were often a point of contingency in the group and you always sided with Steve. Sam was another one that constantly stayed in his camp but Sam didn’t have an ass and breasts.

And it was Steve that normally stuck up for you when you butted heads with anyone else. Mostly because your intentions were always pure but your intentions between each other tended to wane in their purity.

After a lot of heated glances and lingering touches, he finally asked you out. It was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

He spent a week trying to get what your favorite flowers were out of you, your favorite food, favorite activities. One Friday evening, he brought a terrarium of beautiful succulents, then took you out for a movie and tacos. You missed the food trucks of California but he managed to find pretty a comparable place. It wasn’t even in his search history so it must have been an actual recommendation.

It all made you feel so special.

It became the norm: he’d ask you out Friday night and you’d do something either of you enjoyed or something you’d never tried before and it became your thing. Someone would ask Steve’s opinion on something and Sam would quickly interject that it’s date night. “He can’t think about that when he’s got a pretty little thing on his arm.” You’d smile at the comment and continue on to bowling or the carnival or a play and, with all the restaurants around New York, you decided to try a new country’s cuisine every week.

It was a very slow relationship. Your first kiss took almost two months to happen. Your first make out session another 3 weeks later. But you didn’t mind. You were his first actual girlfriend and he was only the second man you’d been in a relationship with. You didn’t really know what you wanted in a man but if you had to choose, it’d be Cap all the time.

You loved how his big hands covered your entire waist when you kissed him and how his tongue was so ridiculously skilled in your mouth and how he always asked permission before doing anything. It was little hot when he was dirty with it. “Can I kiss you here?” “Can I touch you here?” “Can I suck you here?” Your answer is always yes. Except when it wasn’t.

Sex came even slower. Again, him; a virgin, and you; woefully inexperienced. But you enjoyed his touch and he enjoyed yours. Whenever he got too excited he’d calm the situation down but you lacked that kind of willpower so you constantly tempted him. You were both under the impression that it would naturally happen and when it didn’t you expressed it to each other and fell into a fit of laughter at your naivety.

“Ok, I think the first step is to study. If we know what we’re doing, it’ll be easier,” Steve expresses while the two of you lounge across his bed. Everyone else in the tower thinks you’ve been rutting each other’s brains out for the past three months but they had no idea how wrong they were.

You lie with your head dangling off the edge of the bed enjoying the feeling of lightheadedness while he spoke. it was date night and you decided to order take out and watch a movie at home because of the cold weather. But now you were both full and restless, giving each other longing glances, touching, tickling, pinching. But now you were here. Staring at his upside reflection in the mirror across the room.

“Are you suggesting we-”

“Yeah.” He didn’t let you finish your sentence because he 100% knew what you were going to say.

“I think I’ve seen all the porn ever made,” you laugh and sit up to face him, enjoying the fuzzy feeling of your blood rushing back down your body.

“Then what do you want me to do to you?” You think for a moment then shrug. It all seemed like mindless sex viewing it. You knew from what you felt when he touched you it wasn’t but you had no preference because you had no experience to go off of. “What do you want me to do to you?” You counter crawling across the bed to sit in front of him, hands resting on his knees.

“I don’t know what my options are,” he husks glancing at your lips then back to your eyes. You’re doing something to him but you aren’t even aware of it and neither of you knows what to do about it. It was something else to date a man with very little female experience and didn’t grow up with the internet. So pure.

You nod and move to sit back on your heels but he catches your chin to kiss you deeply. Your hands slip up to his shoulders and you sit on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I want you so bad but I don’t know what to do with you if you won’t tell me,” he sighs against your lips. You pull back slightly and nod before accessing your memories for the only porn that made you relatively bothered.

When you look back up at him, he gives you a quizzical glance.

“Where were you, sweetheart?”

“Accessing something.” You kiss him again letting yourself fall into him. The smell of him. The feel of him. Your fingers trace his chest and he groans at the feeling and starts to pull away. “Don’t,” you whisper. “Keep going until you get stuck.” He nods and pulls you back to him. You press against him, hips rolling to grind against his crotch.

“What now?” He asks breathlessly pressing his forehead against yours.

“Take off my shirt.” You instruct.

“You sure?” You nod. He’s seen you in your underwear but not like this. He always blushed and looked away quickly, waiting for you to cover yourself. His fingers brushed against your bare waist as he blindly searched for the hem. You moaned at his touch and leaned into it. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I wouldn’t have told you to do it if it wasn’t,” you assure him. He lifts the cloth over your head. You lift your arms to help and that blush you know so well coats his cheeks. “Hands,” you request after he drops the shirt somewhere behind you. He gives them to you limply and you place them low on your hips. “Is this okay?” You ask. He nods and you put your hands back on his shoulders. “Steve, I’m yours. You do what you want with me then let me know when you get stuck.” He nods again and you kiss him once more. It takes a moment but his hands start moving lower until they cup your ass. You prop it up slightly to give him full access to it. He grasps it tentatively, always asking for approval, and you moan letting him know you enjoy it.

His fingers toy with your waistband. “I want to take these off of you,” he whispers. You sit up on your knees giving access to your jeans’ buttons. He makes quick work of them before sliding them down your hips but he holds the back of your thighs, kissing along your chest all the while kneading at your bottom with his fingers. Your arms wrap around his head, pulling him closer. “You taste so sweet here,” he mutters against your skin.

“Must be my perfume,” you reason and tug at the back of his shirt. “Can I take this off?”

He nods and lets you remove his shirt. Despite getting the male pass to be shirtless, he doesn’t take it very often. Always preferring extremely tight t-shirts that leave nothing to the imagination. You revel in at how smooth his chest is, fingers gliding along the taunt skin, flicking at his nipples making him gasp.

“Was that okay?” You ask quickly, pulling your hands from his body.

He catches your hands and places them back on his chest before looking up at you. “Sweetheart, I’m yours. Do what you want with me and let me know when you get stuck,” he smiles mimicking your words. You giggle softly and massage his pecs then down to his hard abs, exploring his body. He does the same to you, hands squeezing your breasts through your bra, fingers exploring under it grazing your now hard nipples. You moan and feel your core clench

“Can I take this off of you, doll?” Steve asks, palms fully under your bra’s cups fondling your breasts. You nod and press closer so he can unhook it. He presses his face into your now naked breast, licking and sucking the skin. “Can I kiss you here?” He asks centimeters from your nipple. His soft breaths blowing over it and making your core go haywire.

“Uhhuh,” you confirm biting your bottom lip. He kisses. Then he sucks. Then he bites. And you become a moaning puddle in his lap. He takes almost your entire breast in his mouth and fondles your nipple with his talented tongue. “Oh, Steve,” you moan. You feel wetness soak your panties and he hasn’t even touched you there. His free hand massages your other breast before he moves on to attach his mouth around that one. His hands are back on your ass and they grip ever so slightly closer to your core before he stops.

“Baby,” he whispers pulling away from you, “you’re wet down here. Is that normal?”

“Very,” you giggle. “In fact, it's a good thing.”

“You didn’t-“

“No!” You quickly deny. “Its different. Natural lubricant. Female bodies produce it when they’re aroused.”

“You’re aroused?”

“Very,” you grin.

“Good. Because I am, too.” You glance down at his jeans, a bulge the size of your forearm is present and the overwhelming need to strip him over takes you.

“That looks painful. Can I take those off?” Steve smiles in relief and nods. “Do you ever take care of yourself?” You ask undoing his jeans. He lifts his hips so you can pull them off and push them off to some unknown location. Your focus is solely on the enormous dick on display in front of you.

“What do you mean?” You make a jacking motion above his now free cock. “Oh!” He blushes and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Yeah, of course. Sometimes I think of you in the shower or before bed. How I wish you were with me. How I want to bury myself in you but I want to do it right. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smile. “Don’t worry about hurting me. The female body was designed for much worse. As far as ‘doing it right’, that’s why we’re doing this.” He nods. “So, do you want to take those off of me?” You ask referring you your panties. They were the only bit of clothing left on either of you and last bit that needed to be off to accomplish your goal. He nods and hooks his fingers around the red, white, and blue boy shorts you’re wearing as if you knew today would be the day and drags them down you hips.

You whine as the air reaches your uncovered and extremely sensitive pussy. Steve lifts his hand to touch you there but you stop him. “Now we study,” you instruct and sit back on your heels.

“But-“ You stop his protest with a finger.

“You want to do this right, right?” He pouts but nods. “Alright. I know you haven’t been in the age of the internet long but you’ve been in it long enough to know what porn is.” That blush comes creeping back. “So, I want you to share what makes you horny and I’ll share what makes me horny and then we’ll discuss.”

“Discuss?”

“The possibility of making it come to life,” you smile. Steve falls into deep thought for a moment before agreeing.

“Ladies first,” he insists as his fingers tuck a wild strand of hair behind your ears. You lean into his touch with a hum, sorely missing having his hands all over you but you two needed to focus.

Your media is actually written. A story about a woman who likes to be touched and teased blindfolded because it heightens the senses. Of course you’d never experienced anything like that. So you read the story word for word from your memory stores and Steve listened with rapt attention. He memorized how the love interest touched the woman, kissed her, satisfied her and imagined you there, blindfolded, naked across his bed, pleasuring you until you couldn’t feel your legs.

“She felt his strong arms wrap around her body and that was the last thing she remembered before falling into the best sleep she’d ever had,” you conclude and return the present moment on the bed with Steve and you cheeks heat.

“Welcome back,” he smiles, flushed. You grin sheepishly. “Is that what you want?” You nod and look away. Why was it suddenly so embarrassing to have your kink out on full display? But you remember how much you two need this. You need some kind of kink to get yourselves started or else your entire relationship will be adventurous dates and heavy petting.

“Your turn,” you whisper and slide away from him to give him some space to grab his phone or computer but he instead reaches into his bedside table.

“Bucky and I used to collect these when we were young,” Steve sighs and sits up with a collection of tiny books. “We called them eight pagers. Little erotic comic strips.”

You smile up at him. So pure. You take one and flip through it taking note of the lacy lingerie every seemingly irresistible cartoon woman hid under her clothes. “I think we can do this,” you muse.

“Yeah?” You nod and kiss him softly.

“Let me make a quick wardrobe change.” He nods and watches you crawl out of the bed. You snag his shirt from where it’s been thrown and cover yourself to walk out in the hall to your own room. You don’t have much in the way of lingerie but something tells you that you should invest in some. Was underwear just fancier back then? You could look it up but you didn’t bother as you rolled a pair of thigh highs up your legs and slipped on a garter belt. There was a matching bra with this set that you debated on. It wasn’t exactly era appropriate but you’d gotten this far already. You slip his shirt back on and sneak back through the halls.

“It isn’t exactly what you're expecting,” you warn. “I’ll have to do some shopping for you but this is what I have.” He crooks his finger at you and you get close enough for him to pull the large shirt over your head.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers in shock at your cupless bra and crotchless thong. “It’s perfect,” he whispers and a grin splits his face.

“You sure?” You ask coving yourself slightly but his strong hands catch your wrists.

“Don’t,” he whispers and moves your hands to his waist. “I found some things, too. Do you want to see or do you want to be surprised?”

“Surprised,” you smile. He grins and kisses your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth and you pull him closer, pressing your chest against his, his penis pulsing against your core. He pulls away long enough to slip a tie over your eyes before pulling you back into him. His lips never leave yours has he lays you down against the pillows.

“Comfortable?” You nod and smile. “Good.” A feather light touch ghosts down your chest to your stomach and all yours senses light up as you feel you skin constrict with goosebumps. “You’re so beautiful,” Steve whispers then blows across your nipples. You can’t stop the gasps from jumping from your throat this time.

Something soft and light trails up your body from you calf and slips over your sensitive clit. You whine and spread your legs hoping for more but Steve finds one of your hands and tangles your fingers together as the sensation travels up to your breasts. It circles one nipple and then the other before traveling up your throat. It tickles under your chin making you giggle while your core clinches in need. And the feeling leaves. Steve’s thumb massages the back of your hand and you barely register the soft feeling on the inside of your thigh. You hum in appreciation and roll your hips attempting to get it closer to your core.

“Impatient,” Steve tuts as he continues to play with you.

“Want you,” you whine.

“Not yet. We’re studying,” he states calmly. Your hand squeezes his. Look who’s teasing now. Something tickles your throbbing clit and you come undone with a loud gasp. “Are you holding something back?” Steve asks as you snap your legs closed in an attempt to get some friction to ride out this premature orgasm. You hear the smile in his voice. He must be smiling because he tugs your legs apart and keeps them apart by placing his body there. “Let me see what you’re hiding, beautiful.” You moan and he finally makes contact with your soaking pussy.

A finger slips into you. It must be a finger because you know his girth will rip you apart if he tries to push that into you with out some coaching. And it curls up against your walls.

You cry out and arch your back against the bed. “More,” you moan.

“Not yet,” Steve denies. “This is probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I want to savor it.”

Your hips squirm and his thumb fondles your clit. Your teeth grit together so hard, you’re scared they’ll crack.

“Relax. Let go,” he instructs keeping a steady pace in your pussy. He adds a second finger and a third. And then he’s using his whole hand to destroy you.

“Steve, I’m gonna-” but a gasp escapes you before you can finish your sentence.

“You’re gonna what, sweetheart?”

“Ah!” Is all you can manage and he chuckles and removes his fingers. “Steve,” you moan. You were just on the crest of release.

“Are we done studying yet?” He asks while you writhe under him. He lifts your blindfold and a perfect eyebrow arches at you. You've never agreed to anything so quickly in your life. Steve pulls you up to sit on his lap and lets you control how quickly you take him. It hurts as it stretches you but you cum again from the new friction before he’s even all the way in. You stop at the increased pressure your body puts on him and he watches you writhe on top of him.

“Beautiful,” he whispers and reaches up to kiss you. “So perfect.” His hand massages your lower stomach trying to relax the spasming muscles while both your arms and core squeeze around him. You moan feeling everything at once all of the sudden and pull yourself closer to him not completely registering it. “Calm down. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Give it a moment to pass,” he mutters while butterflying kisses across your cheek and jaw. You try to slow your breathing and your eyes flutter open to look at him. “There’s my girl,” he smiles. You can tell it’s taking everything in him not to thrust, to keep himself still while you come down.

You smile up at him and press your lips to his.

“Can you do the rest?” You ask pressing you forehead to his.

“You trust me?” You nod and he lays you down under him. Hands holding his body up on either side of your head. He gives an experimental roll of his hips and when you don’t protest, he keeps going. Deeper and deeper until, “Shit,” you breathe adjusting your legs around him to give him more space. “Are you all the way in yet?”

“Language,” he frowns making you smile breathlessly. “And no. Almost. Breathe. You’re taking me so well.” You clinch around him at his words making his eyes widen slightly then smirks at his revelation. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. You feel amazing around me. Fits like a glove.” You bite back a moan and roll your hips, pressing him in further. Steve groans as he starts to pull out and you whimper feeling the loss of him. He presses slowly back into you. He’s so careful. So gentle. You appreciate it as he works himself up to speed. You seem to be in sync with each other as he begins to speed up, press slightly harder, get a little rougher; all of it in perfect time. He bends to his elbows so his lips can trail across your neck and chin and then the very corner of your mouth. You smile at the contact and press your forehead against his.

Watching him is a marvel. Every muscle honing in on thrusting into you. Poised to make those perfect waves against your body. Expanding and contracting in a way that looks like he’s expending absolutely no effort. He was built for this. For you.

“You’re sure you haven’t done this before?” You ask breathlessly as you run your hands across his chest feeling the hard contours of muscle working so precisely.

He chuckles softly. “Positive. Just doing what feels right.”

“You must have been some kind of sex god in a past life,” you whisper then moan when he hits a particularly sweet spot.

“Nope. Just a scrawny kid from Brooklyn.” You giggle and cling to him. He hits that spot again and you clench around him. “You like that, sweetheart? Is that your soft spot?” You can only moan at the pleasure it’s bringing you. He’s surprisingly vocal which makes you want to be too but you naturally aren’t. No harm in trying

“I like that,” you moan thrusting up to meet his hips. And then you can’t stop his name from tumbling very unceremoniously from your lips as his finger massages your over stimulated clit. “Oh god, Steve,” you moan on the cusp of another orgasm. How many has this supposed virgin pulled out of you? Three? Four? You’re on the verge of tears as it starts to coil tighter.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” Steve groans but his thrust never falter.

“Baby, I’m cumming,” you cry as everything releases again. Everything feels limp and tight as your walls flutter around him spastically.

He groans and speeds up his efforts. “I’m close,” he grunts. “One more,” he begs using a hand to direct your gaze to his. “I need you to give me one more.”

“Can’t, Steve. Too much,” you whine and try to press away from him.

Steve shakes his head and rolls you on top of him holding your hips in place. “You can take it,” He grunts as he thrusts up into you. You cry out feeling him impossibly expand inside you and clench. “That’s it, sweetheart. Give me more of that. You doing to good. Just one more.” You moan at his praises and your body reacts on instinct, attempting to hold onto him but he’s far stronger than that. You nails claw at his shoulders, attempting to keep him close but wanting him far far away.

And then it releases.

And he releases.

Oh God does he release. You’re fill to the brim as his seed spills out around his cock and leaves a sticky puddle at your core and on his stomach and you love it. You don’t want him pull out for fear of losing this sensation.

“Baby, you made a mess,” Steve smiles pressing you to sit up so you can lean back on his propped knees.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper sheepishly.

“You’re so beautiful.” You giggle and shake your head sharply. You were probably a mess: make up smudged, hair tousled. He moves you both closer to the nightstand to grab a few tissues to wipe himself off. He flips you down on the bed and finally pulls out of you. You whine but his plants a kiss on your lips to quiet you. “Don’t move.” You nod because there’s very little you can do anyway. You groan as you pull your legs up in your chest and cradle yourself as your muscles readjust.

Steve returns with a warm damp cloth and he gently wipes you down before kissing your forehead.

“Hey handsome,” you smile and meet his lips.

“You feeling alright?”

You sigh and pull him close. He climbs back in the bed on his side and wraps his leg over your hip. You turn to face him and run a hand over his smooth jaw. “I think I’ll be pretty sore in the morning but right now I feel amazing.”

He smiles and kisses you again. “I’m feeling pretty amazing, too.” You grin and press your foreheads together.

“I’m so happy we finally did this.” He hums affirmatively and pulls you closer. “Steve?” He hums again. “Are you hard again?”

“You’re just so perfect and soft,” he argues.

“I’ve created a monster,” you giggle. You untangle his legs from yours and lift yours over his hip to slip him back in your core. “Be gentle,” you instruct. He grips your hip and presses all the way into you. He groans softly and you tuck your head against his neck kissing at the delicate skin there. You suddenly set a goal to find all his delicate spots because you were sure they were few and far between. He grunts softly and the sound does something to you. You clinch around him making him groan from the pressure.

“Does that feel good, baby?” You ask into his neck.

“So perfect,” he groans and thrusts particularly roughly. You cry out and he stops immediately.

“Don’t stop,” you plead. He nods and keeps moving in you and you roll your hips against his. “You’re so big, baby. You make me feel so good. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Never,” he whispers. You cling to him as he pumps into you. Both of his hands grasp your bottom and he controls your pace.

“So dominant,” you mutter and kiss whatever skin you can reach as you’re bucked against him.

“I like to be in control,” he laughs. “Can you blame me?”

“Of course not, Captain.” He pauses and twitches inside you. “Oh?” you smile. “That did something to you.” It’s not a question.

“I’m not sure. Try it again and see what happens.”

You grin and bite your lip before pulling back to see his face. “Yes, Captain.” You don’t feel the twitch this time because he’s rolled himself on top of you, making waves into you with his hips.

You moan out his name and hook your legs around his hips once again. Who would have thought you’d be back here twice in one evening?

“Oh, God, Steve,” you whine and wrap your arms around his waist. He spanks you suddenly making you gasp.

“What was that?” He asks darkly, cocking his head to the side to watch you.

Once the initial shock wears off, you grin up at him. “Oh, God, Captain,” you purr.

He smirks and presses one of your legs up to your chest to reach deeper into you. “That’s right, sweetheart.” You whine and cling to him. One of his hands reaches to massage one of your breast then tickles you down to your core. A finger circles your clit and your breath hitches.

“I can’t!” You cry. “I’m gonna-“ but as soon as the words exit your mouth, he removes his fingers from your core.

“Not yet. I want to cum with you.” You whine and roll your hips against him, trying to get that friction but he halts your hips and gives you a stern look. You can’t help but smile. How does he switch to that so fast?

“How can I help you, Captain?” You breathe.

“That’s better. Hands and knees, sweetheart.” He pulls out of you making you groan from the lack contact.

“How do you even know about this position?” You ask positioning your backside to him.

“You’ve never looked into my internet history, have you?” Your eyes widen at the comment and the feeling of him suddenly filling you back up.

“Oh, Captain! Right there!” One hand steadies you at your shoulder and the other squeezes your ass roughly. You whine and throw your head back. Steve moves that hand on your shoulder to the back of your neck where he massages your tense muscles.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. I’m getting so close. You’re doing this to me, sweetheart,” he grunts and increases his pace.

“Please touch me, Captain,” You beg. His big hand slides down your spine to play with your clit while the other grips your hip tightly. You whine and claw at the edge of the bed feeling your own fall close upon you.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he mutters firming up his grip on you.

“Yes, Captain! I’m so close.” His thrust get deeper and rougher, the sound of slapping skin echoes through the room punctuated by the occasional grunt and moan.

You cry in unison as you both fall off the edge. You collapse under him, ass up chest flush to the mattress. He slides out of you and caresses your shoulder and hips.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asks before lifting you from you contorted spot to cradle you in his strong arms. You nod and bury your face in his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he insists and carries you to the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the bathtub with you cradled in his lap as the water warms kissing your neck and shoulder gently.

“Steve?” You whisper taking his hand. He hums and kisses the back of your hand then your palm. “Stay with me?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He eases into the tub with you pulled against his chest.

You reach up to kiss his cheek. “Our first bath together,” you smile.

“First of many,” he assures you. “Should we make this part of the date night tradition?”

“You destroy me then butter me up by giving me a bath?”

“I did not destroy you,” he chuckles.

“Got pretty fucking close.”

“What’d I tell you about language? And you can handle it. You’re a tough cookie.”

“That’s what every woman wants to hear after having sex: you’re a tough cookie,” you chuckle and sink further into the water.

“I’m sorry. I was born in 1918. What do dames like to be called now?”

You just giggle and fully submerge yourself under the water.

And so began your new routine. You go on an adventure, something you’ve never done before, then try the local cuisine from the next country on your list. Then you go home and share some new study material that you do your best to recreate. And you end the night cradled in each other’s arms after a long bath. It was a new normal that you absolutely loved despite everyone else claiming you were the most vanilla couple in existence. Maybe you were. But you were also “America’s Couple” and America liked vanilla.

Until Steve brought you something that was very not vanilla.

“I’m not telling you ‘no’,” you insist as you walk down the hall toward the kitchen. It was late. You pulled yourselves from Steve’s comfortable bed to get some water. “It’s just a ‘I don’t know who we can ask’.”

“So who gets to decide who we can ask?”

“It should probably be a joint decision.”

“Then what about Sam?”

You your face heats instantly at the thought. “I don’t think he’d be into it.”

“What wouldn’t I be into?” The Falcon himself asked walking out of the kitchen as you walked in.

“Nothing,” you both chirp at the same time.

“We thought everyone would be asleep,” Steve smiles and you nod in agreement.

He glances between you with a lifted brow. “You’re both terrible liars.”

“One of them is incapable of lying,” Tony announces walking into the kitchen. You hear Steve huff out a breath of air. You know full well that he can lie but he gets a terribly guilty look that gives him away every time.

“Mr. America, do you know what your wife did last night?” Tony asks stepping into the kitchen while you slip out of the arm Steve has wrapped around you.

“We’re not married,” Steve denies opening the refrigerator and pulling out two water bottles. You sigh knowing exactly what’s about to happen as Steve cracks one open and hands it to you.

Tony drops a manilla folder on the counter and looks at you. “You wanna tell him?” You close your eyes and run a hand down your face.

“I’m sorry, Tony,” you insist. “He was here and you know I can’t help it. Just don’t bring these people here and it won’t happen.”

“Oh yeah. I’ll just vet everyone who enters my tower. You’re a genius,” Tony throws up his hands.

“Calm down, Tony,” Steve sighs and steps in between you two.

“I am calm,” the genius insists. “Your girlfriend bankrupted Pepper’s main financial backer for her south side revitalization project.”

“Well, now the south side is revitalized,” you insist with a straight face. Tony sighs and rubs his temple. “He stole that money from those people. I gave it back.”

“Look, Robin Hood, no more solo ops. And you,” he points to Steve, “need to put a leash on this thing.”

“It’s hard stop her from doing something she does with her mind,” Steve exhales.

“You’re Captain America. Make an amendment or something.”

Steve sighs again as Tony walks away.

You step in front of your boyfriend. “You’re mad at me?”

“No. Never,” Steve insists. “I’m irritated that Tony knows you live here but still insists on testing you.” You fall into his embrace. The two always had a shaky relationship and you didn’t want to come between it. A snarky thought comes to your head.

“What about Tony?”

Steve pulls away from you to give you a stern look and you can’t help but grin back. “You can’t be serious?” You only giggle and lead him back to his room

Little did you know that relationship was about to get a lot shakier when one James Buchanan Barnes arrived in your otherwise peaceful lives.

Shit really hit the fan. People took sides. People got hurt. And apparently this James Barnes killed Tony’s parents.

Scandalous.

In a matter of days you were kicked out of you New York home, fought the people that had become your family, and ultimately jailed.

All because of Tony’s guilty conscience and hurt feelings.

You were pretty sure you were close to having an aneurism from rolling your eyes so much in such a short span of time.

But your trauma was nothing compared to what your boyfriend was going through. His best friend from seventy years ago was alive and well and being used as a weapon of mass destruction. Steve eventually came for you, of course. He came for all of you. But he was different. Darker. He grew a beard that you still weren’t sure about. He wore darker clothes which you really weren’t sure about. But you offered his now homeless half of the team the empty space in your San Francisco townhouse.

Vision and Wanda took up the basement rental apartment. Sam got the spare room. Natasha came and went but she always had a place on your couch. Clint happily went home and you forced Scott to go home especially because his house was on the other side of the city, thirty minutes away. And James took over your home office.

James insisted that he go back into cryo but Steve wanted him to try to stay out in the world at least for a little while. Just to try it out. If he couldn’t cope, he’d find a solution.

He wasn’t adjusting well in your opinion.

Being the extremely liberal city that San Francisco is, you were virtually untouchable. A sanctuary city . Your neighbors loved having the Avengers next door. And they’d never give you up to the government agents that were constantly looking for you. They would wave as Mr and Mrs America went on their morning jog. Sam volunteered at the local veterans center falling right back into his old position. You forget Wanda and Vision were there most of the time unless you catch them going out for date night or when they come up to ask for a cup of milk or flour.

Everything was great except for one James Buchanan Barnes.

You couldn’t believe this was the same man Steve talked so highly about. He was quiet and moody. And no one was getting any sleep with his regular night terrors. Your neighbors would glare and give him a wide berth but he honestly didn’t go outside too often.

Almost every night at 3am on the dot, he would start screaming and thrashing. He knocked a hole in your wall and you would’ve cried if you didn’t have such a strong hold on your emotions. Steve quickly moved into Bucky’s room leaving you alone at night. He was violent when he woke up; punching, kicking, and the choke holds were the worst. Every few mornings, you’d find Steve in the kitchen holding an ice pack to his face. He’d act like nothing was wrong and kiss you good morning then join you for a jog. You never said anything. This was his best friend. If it was your best friend you’d do the same. But your best friends were all scrawny computer nerds so taking a punch from them would be a lot less traumatic but still you’d do it for them in a heart beat.

But you were so tired of sharing!

Can Bucky watch the movie with us? Can Bucky join us for dinner? I think Bucky would love to come on a hike.

Every request you smiled and nodded and acted like you were happy to have his quiet moody friend come along and stare into space while you tried to have a romantic time. But you never complained. Sometimes you’d stare at him while he stared off in the distance just to see if he’d notice. It was like your own game. Steve never noticed and if James did, he never said anything. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive. In a grungy unwashed way. A hair cut and a shave would work wonders for him but he never wanted to go to the barber with Steve and Sam so no one fought him on it. He’d stay with you, basically alone and stare out a window or at a wall and you’d just ignore him. He didn’t seem like the type to engage first and you certainly weren’t going to talk to him so you actively ignored each other.

“What are you watching?” You almost jumped when the voice interrupted you out of nowhere. You turn to see James, hair in a half bun, frowning at your phone propped on the counter.

“Cooking video,” you answer shortly.

“Are you making something?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to make me ask what you’re making or do you just not want to talk to me?”

You sigh and try to ease the tenseness that suddenly invaded your shoulders. “No. To the second thing. I think. I want to make homestyle potatoes and I’ve never made them before and Steve likes them so I thought I’d try.”

“You got potatoes?” You nod holding up the bag. “I’ll show you.” You cock your head at his offer. “I know how Steve likes ‘em anyway. Just try not to stare too hard,” he smirks and you blink at him stunned.

He did notice.

“I didn’t mean to stare, well, I did but you were staring and-“

He holds up a hand to stop you with an amused look. “It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry. I made you uncomfortable,” you say resolutely.

“Like I said, it’s fine. It’s been a while since a pretty girl stared at me.” You stare back at him blankly then remember you’re staring and shake yourself before pulling out all the cooking instruments he’ll need while he raids your spice rack. “What are you making with them?”

“Salmon?” You ask. You’re not sure why you’re asking. Maybe for his approval. Maybe to see if he’d like that, too.

He frowns and opens the refrigerator. “You got a roast in here.” You stare blankly at him. “You should make a roast.”

“Ok.”

And just like that, you’re cooking together. You don’t say much to each other but once the roast is in the oven he pulled you over to show you how make the potatoes. He was very to the point. A nice change from the food bloggers who had to explain the first time they had the potatoes and talk about their trip to Ireland and how many different ways you can cook this dish and end up with the exact same results.

“That’s all there is to it. Leave it like this for ten minutes then stir and put a lid on it.”

You nod and he starts to walk away.

“Everything should be ready in, like, thirty minutes.” You call after him. He waves a hand behind him and goes on to the living room.

Steve and Sam return, freshly lined up, ears lowered, and grinning. “Hey, handsome men,” you greet with a smile and give them both a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re in a good mood,” Steve laughs and pulls you close.

“James helped me cook.”

“There’s food?” Sam grins and walks straight to the kitchen.

“Bucky helped you cook?” Steve asks with a grin.

You contemplate his face. “Did you put him up to that?”

Steve holds up his hands innocently. “I promise I didn’t. He did mention he wanted to get to know you better.” You quirk an eyebrow at him but accept his explanation. “I’m going to go get cleaned up.”

You nod. “Hurry back.”

It was your date night after all. With Sam and James. Of course.

After your normal shared bath, Steve went to James’ room and you curled into your bed all by yourself. It still smelled like Steve from your exploits less than an hour ago. Normally this helped but tonight your mind was racing.

You find yourself staring out the window at the ocean and the near by Golden Gate Bridge. “He’s rubbing off on me,” you mutter to yourself after shaking your head and pulling out your phone to find something to distract you.

‘Not this again’

You’re back in that cell surrounded by information on inmates that have committed far worse crimes than you. Vivid images of mass murders, terrorist attacks, and genocides fill your mind and you can’t make it stop. You constantly find yourself falling down rabbit holes of crime and waking up crying. This time it was yet another man Tony wronged somehow. That list was endless and it just added to your anger against him. But this one was different. It wasn’t factual which is how you know its a dream.

You’re stuck until it plays out; the rational computer part of your brain that normally controls your waking hours reminds you of this over and over but the human part is terrified. No amount of rationalizing could convince it to calm down.

And of course you wake up alone. Drenched in sweat. Confused. Why are you alone? You haven’t slept alone in over a year.

“Steve!” You call before your logical brain reboots.

He’s with James. If he’s not there with James, James wakes up screaming, and your neighbors get mad.

You instantly regret calling for him because you know he’ll hear you and come running.

And the door opens confirming your prediction. Damn super soldier serum.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He takes one look at you before crossing the room to pull you into his arms. You must look like a wreck because this response is a little excessive. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

“It was just a nightmare. I didn’t mean to call you,” you whisper but accept the closeness.

“Tell me about it?” He asks tucking your head under his to pull you closer. You shake your head sharply not wanting to burden him with it and he chuckles. “You’re so much like Bucky its ridiculous. Tell me what happened. That’s an order.”

You purse your lips and push away to watch him. He’s got his Captain America face on compelling you to spill your guts.

“I was back in that prison and this man was trying to kill Tony and Tony almost died but that happens to him a lot but he really died in the dream and this guy got his suit and dismantled the Stark Corporation before I got a chance to.”

“That is a nightmare. There’s only one Robin Hood and its you, sweetheart.” You smile and snuggle into him. “Just don’t kill Tony.”

“You know I could never. Though disabling his suit requires almost no effort.”

“It’s too late for ‘what ifs’. You need sleep.”

“So do you,” you sigh and run your hand across his scruff. He meets your eyes in the dim moonlit room. You lift yourself to meet his lips and he kisses you back earnestly, hands roaming to your hips to make you straddle his lap. You pull away and press you forehead against his. “I miss you.”

“You never said anything.”

“Because he’s your best friend and you love him.”

“I love you, too.”

“He needs you more than I do.”

Steve sighs and runs his hands up and down your sides feeling you for what feels like the first time in months. “When did you get so muscular?” He smirks.

“Spending too much time at the gym working out my frustration.” He quirks and eyebrow at you.

“We haven’t had a proper date night in so long,” he sighs.

“I’m getting tired of vanilla sex, Steve.”

“Well, you told me ‘no’ so I’m having a hard time finding a new kink.”

“I didn’t tell you ‘no’! I told we have to agree on someone.” He hums dubiously giving you a face. “It’s not like either of us have been looking.” He runs a hand up you spine and back down.

And then the screaming starts.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Steve apologies as you climb off his lap.

“Can I come, too?”

“What?”

“Maybe I can help? If anything, I’m sure he’s sick of talking to you all night.” Steve can’t help but chuckle and extends his hand for you to follow him.

You enter the room to see the dark soldier trashing around his makeshift bed on the floor next to the futon you brought from Ikea just for him.

“Bucky!” Steve hisses. He was much quieter than the screams James was emitting but you knew the serum running through their veins enabled him to hear it just fine. “Bucky! You have to wake up! It’s just a dream. Wake u-“ before the words escape his lips, James’ metal arm shoots out to wrap around Steve’s neck. Steve sucks in a deep breath as your hands fly to your mouth. But you notice James’ eyes are wide open registering everything going on and he immediately lets go.

“What did I tell you about attacking with the metal arm first?” Steve whispers massaging his neck.

“Shit. I’m sorry, Steve,” James exhales harshly. “You ok?”
“I’ll survive,” he sighs and sits on the futon. “Want to talk about it?”

James’ eyes fall on you now that you’re visible to him. “Hi,” you smile.

“Did I interrupt something?” James asks glancing at Steve.

“No, of course not,” Steve yawns and kicks back across the futon, making himself comfortable. “They were passing out nightmares tonight apparently,” he jokes.

“You wanna talk about?” James asks you. You shake your head making him chuckle. “What brings you to my dungeon?”

“Steve said you wanted to get to know me. What better time than now?” You smirk.

“Sit down. You’re making me nervous,” James sighs and leans back against the wall.

Today was the most you’re ever spoken to him despite living with him for over a month. You sit next to Steve on the opposite side of the futon from James.

“What do you want to know, James?”

“Bucky, please.”

“What do you want to know, Bucky?” You correct.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Black.”

“That’s a shade. Not a color.”

“Grey then.”

He sighs. “You know ROYGBIV? Which one of those do you like?”

“I like all of them equally.”

“Is she always this irritating?”

“She’s analytical,” Steve mutters and rolls over to face the wall making himself comfortable.

“Analytical, huh?” He stops and thinks for a moment. “Which color is most useful?”

Oh? That’s a good question. “Red, yellow, and blue.”

“Pick one.”

“No. You pick one.”

“Red.”

“That was easy.”

“I’m not scared of offending colors.” You giggle at his comment and lay on your stomach across Steve’s hips to face him.

“What else you got?”

“What do you do?”

“Like power wise?”

“Nah, Steve told me all about that. What do you do that you can afford a home on the water with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge?”

“I develop apps. Well, I did before. Do you know what apps are?”

“I was in service for the past seventy years. Yes, I know what apps are. Did you design a game or something?”

“No. I’m in internet security.” He lifts an eyebrow at that and turns to watch you.

“You don’t seem like the type.”

You just shrug. “I still own all the rights and licenses so I can afford a pretty comfortable life.”

“Tony must hate you.”

“He does. But I think we’re all on his shit list right now.”

“Language,” Steve warns.

“But Bucky got to,” you whine.

“He’s older.” You roll your eyes before giving him a smack on the butt. “Don’t make me send you back to your room.” Bucky grins at you.

“What drew you to this punk?” Bucky asks. “Besides the obvious. You do know he used to be five nothing.”

“I do,” you smile. “When I joined the Avengers, there was kind of a divide when it came to me. I was a technological nightmare and everyone thought I’d be in their personal business. But Steve always stood up for me. He always understood that I couldn’t let an injustice get away if I could help it. Tony wanted to keep an eye on me because he thinks I’m a threat. Steve wanted me because he thought I’d be genuinely helpful.”

“And because he likes your butt,” Bucky smirks.

“Stevie,” you gasp playfully. He reaches up to squeeze the object in question making you scramble off of him.

“You’ve got a nice butt. He should like it.”

“Bucky,” you exhale whipping your head around to face him but he’s just got this knowing smirk on his face that you can’t help but smile back at.

“He’d be a hundred year old virgin if it wasn’t for you.” You giggle laying on your side to face your conversation companion.

“I’m sure he would’ve found someone.”

“You’re good for him.”

“You are, too,” you whisper. Bucky gives you a sad smile. “He told me how you took care of him after his parents died. He’s repaying the favor. Let him.” Bucky nods and slumps down into his makeshift pallet while you cover your mouth to yawn and scoot closer to your boyfriend.

“You should get some sleep, doll,” Bucky insists and pulls the forgotten blanket over your shoulder. You nod and turn over to spoon Steve who long since fell asleep.

“Who said you could call me ‘doll’?” You mutter into Steve’s shoulder.

“I call all the beautiful dames with nice butts ‘doll’.”

“You could build a house with all the brick I got,” you mumble sleepily only to hear Bucky chuckle. You smile and snuggle closer into Steve’s warmth before falling asleep.

You catch up to Steve and Sam during your morning jog the next day completely out of breath as usual. Steve stretches on front of your stoop as if he hasn’t even broken a sweat while Sam is sprawled out on the steps gasping for air. Why do you two insist on trying to keep up with him?

“Finally made it?” Sam breathes as if he didn’t finish just a couple minutes ahead of you.

“Shut up,” you bark and slump against the stair rail. Steve steps around both of you for the door and you practically crawl up the steps after him

“Come on. Team work makes the dream work,” Sam sighs and wraps your arm over his shoulders so you can help each other into the house.

“Good run today,” Steve grins and places a bottle of water in front of both of you once you reach the kitchen.

“Yeah. Great,” Sam huffs and snatches his bottle and drinking half of it before stumbling up the stairs.

“I don’t know why you two insist on keeping up with me,” he sighs and lifts you onto one of the bar stools and pressing himself between your legs.

“Pride,” you exhale and take a sip of water making him laugh. “Hey, I was thinking.”

“You do that a lot,” Steve chuckles and rubs his thumbs along your sides tickling you.

You swat his arm softly before continuing. “What about Bucky?”

He wraps his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.

“I think he’s still a little too volatile for that, sweetheart.”

“He seems perfectly well adjusted while he’s awake,” you argue.

Steve sighs and rubs his hands across your lower back. “If you can get him to agree to it, I’d love to share you with Bucky.”

You smile and kiss the center of his collar bone. “He just needs a gentle touch,” you assure the blond.

He hums and buries his face in your hair. “I could use a gentle touch, too.”

“Oh, could you?” You smirk as he bends to kiss you. He hums affirmatively and lifts you to carry you up to your room.

You spend the night with Steve in Bucky’s room. It’s a wonder he sleeps on the floor because this futon is probably less than half a step above just curling up on the floor. You bring your memory foam pillows and have Steve tote your weighted blanket as he trails behind you.

“You’re back,” Bucky smirks when he sees you.

“I hope you don’t mind.”

“She brought her whole bed room with her so you better not mind,” Steve smiles and drops the weighed blanket on the futon with a thud.

“What are you watching?” You ask crawling across the makeshift bed to see what Bucky’s playing on his tablet.

“News,” both Bucky and Steve reply at the same time. So this is a ritual? You frown as the other half of the Avengers preform some death defying feats at the command of the government.

“You like murder mysteries? You like makeup? You like Mondays?”

“What?” Bucky mutters as you pull the tablet out of his hand and find a video that fits just that. “This is what you watch?” Bucky asks as you place the tablet back in his hands as a woman starts talking about a serial killer from the ‘90s while applying foundation.

“The news is sad,” you explain and make yourself comfortable so you can see the video, too. “This is sad, too, but at least you get to watch pretty makeup.” Bucky chuckles and leans closer to you while Steve wraps himself around you. You know he’s asleep as soon as he gets comfortable, spooning you from behind, legs tangled in yours. You smile at his closeness and wonder what Bucky is like to sleep next to.

“Is he always this tired?” Bucky asks glancing up at the man behind you.

“He’s been through a lot lately. I think it’s catching up to him. And he’s old,” you giggle.

“I’m old, too. You don’t see me falling asleep as soon as I lay down.”

“Because you’re not comfortable,” you insist and take the tablet from him to click on another video.

“I’m fine,” he grunts in a very ‘I’m not fine’ way. You both fall asleep shortly afterwards.

Groans wake you up. You feel Steve’s strong embrace from behind you. You wench your eyes open unwillingly to see Bucky writhing on the floor next to you. You sigh and move to wake up Steve. He’s not screaming yet, though.

You crane your neck to see the clock on the wall. 2:58. Okay. You steal yourself to try something new. You slide a hand out of the blanket and touch his arm softly. He stills.

You reach further down, sliding your hand down his arm until you reach his hand. “Please don’t throw me,” you whisper as you tangle your fingers in his, prying open his fist. “Please don’t break my hand. Please don’t rip off my arm.” You continue to chant pleas against any possible violence but he stays still under your touch.

Then his fingers grip around yours.

“Please don’t throw me! Please don’t break my hand! Please don’t rip off my arm!” You hiss squeezing your eyes shut preparing for the worst.

“You’re a bold little thing, doll,” he rasps.

“You’re awake?”

He groans and turns over to face you, never releasing your hand. “I won’t rip off your arm. Promise.” You smile and rub the back of his hand with your thumb. “I might throw across the room to teach you a lesson in self preservation,” he smirks making you giggle. “Keep this pretty little hand somewhere safe so Steve can put a ring on it one day.”

“It is somewhere safe,” you smile glancing at its place in his hand. He smiles back at you. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can I keep this?” He asks squeezing your hand. You nod and scoot closer to the edge of the bed.

You woke up with a stiff shoulder but it was worth it.

You find yourself staring at another recipe on date night. Sam and Steve were at the gym, dating each other, while you slaved away to make another one of your boyfriend’s favorite meals.

“More makeup and murders?” A voice asks from behind you making you jump. You spin to see Bucky leaning against the counter. How does he move so quietly?

“No,” you whisper clutching your heart.

“Don’t want to talk to me again?” He smirks.

“No. I’m making baked macaroni because Steve likes it but I’ve never made it before.”

“This again?” You smile sheepishly up at him. “You got macaroni? You got cheese?” You nod holding up the two ingredients. “I’ll handle that. What are you making with it?”

“Shrimp?” You ask. He rolls his eyes and opens the refrigerator.

“You got chicken in here.” He glances back at you but you’re staring at his butt through his black sweat pants. “Make some chicken, doll.” You nod and take the chicken he hands you. You prep that and place it in the oven and wait for Bucky’s instructions on baked macaroni.

“This one is easy. It’s like lasagna. You ever made lasagna?” You shake your head ‘no’. “What do you make?”

“Fish and rice and vegetables. I’m not much of a carb eater.”

“Such a 21st century dame. Come here.” He lifts you with his metal arm and places you on the counter next to him. You watch him prep intently, eyes traveling up his large arms every once in a while to watch how he biceps fill his tight t shirt. You have to shake yourself and focus a couple of times.

Just as he’s putting on the final touches, Steve and Sam walk in. Sam still looks like he’s been through the ringer of your boyfriend’s grueling workout while Steve looks like he just frolicked through a field of flowers. Probably because of the flowers he was holding.

“Welcome home,” you smile and accept the bouquet he hands you. “Did you two have fun?”

“Fun is one word for it,” Sam grumbles and trudges upstairs.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour,” you call after him.

“You got Bucky in the kitchen again?” Steve asks standing between your spread legs and gripping your hips.

“He’s helping,” you explain.

“Your definition of helping might need some tweaking, sweetheart,” Steve smirks and places a quick kiss on your lips. “Thank you for taking care of her, Buck.”

“We’re taking care of each other,” the brunett smirks and lifts a pinch of shredded cheese for you to eat. You open your mouth for him to feed you. He drops the cheese in your mouth, hand hesitating just long enough for you to lick the tip of his finger before pulling to whole thing in your mouth to suck the remnants of cheese off of it.

Steve smirks at you then at Bucky before you release his finger. “I’m gonna go shower,” he mutters before kissing you softly but your gaze hasn’t left Bucky’s stunned one.

“Okay, baby,” you mutter and accept his kiss.

“Keep an eye on her, will ya, Buck?” Steve calls over his shoulder and heads up the steps.

“What was that?” Bucky frowns as soon as Steve is out of ear shot.

“What was what?” You feign innocence. “Doesn’t that need to get in the oven?” You point at the casserole dish he just finished preparing.

“Fuck that. What’d you do that for? And why was Steve so cool with it?”

“Language,” you mutter and take some more cheese from the bag. “Come here.” You tug his arm so his standing where Steve just was in front of you, between your legs. You squeeze your knees around his hips holding him there but not trapping him. He can leave whenever he wants. “Here.” You hold up the cheese for him but his frown only deepens. “Come on, Bucky. Use that super brain of yours. You know exactly what’s going on.”

He bites his lip before opening his mouth to speak. “Steve is cool with this?”

“He suggested it. But I suggested you and you should’ve seen how happy he was.” Bucky glances away from you towards the dining area behind you and, probably, out the window. “What are you thinking about?”

He works his jaw and it’s one on the most attractive things you’ve seen this man do. “Is this a one time thing?”

“No.”

“Are you gonna make me ask what it is?” He asks irritably.

“It’s a relationship.”

“Between three people?”

“Between three people,” you confirm.

He works his jaw again, still not looking at you but you feel yourself clench. “I’ll think about it,” he finally mutters. The computer part of your brain nods but the human part wants a better answer than that. As if he reads your thoughts, he lifts your hand and sucks the shredded cheese out of your fingers. “You’re still gonna sleep over tonight.” It’s not a question. “I’ve gotten the best night’s sleep in almost a century with you.” You smile sheepishly and he turns to put the macaroni in the oven.

Steve destroys you that night. You can barely walk before your cuddling soak in the tub and your legs are jelly after it. He carries you bridal style down to Bucky’s room while you kiss and nip at his neck the entire time.

“Did she hurt herself?” Bucky asks tugging back your weighted blanket as Steve tucks you in.

You look at each other and share a laugh. “No. I did all that damage.”

“I didn’t need to know that,” Bucky groans and rest his head on his arms on the edge of the futon. You run your hand down his face, scratching lightly at the scruff on his cheeks. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes.

“She’ll probably fall asleep on us,” Steve sighs and pulls you into an embrace.

“She told me what you wanted. Us?”

“Yeah?”

“I told her I’d think about it.”

“What’s to think about, Buck?”

“He doesn’t want to get hurt,” you sigh and take his hand before snuggling up against Steve.

“Your computer brain tell you that?” Bucky scoffs but rubs circles into the back of your hand anyway.

“Didn’t need it to. I’m going to sleep.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Steve kisses your temple and pulls you tighter to him.

“You suggested this?” Bucky asks letting you get comfortable before laying down attempting to keep your hand in an optimal position.

“Yeah. After everything I’ve been through, I want some back up with her. Just to know she’s being taken care of if I can’t be there.”

Bucky hums and you feel his metal hand brush down your face. “You don’t think she can take care of herself?”

“Of course she can. But she needs someone in her corner. She gets a lot of flack for what she does. There’s a very thin line to cross for her to go rogue.”

“You think she would?”

“No. Not on her own. I’m just scared that someone might push her.”

“Enough,” you mutter. “I’m right here.”

“Well, you need to hear it,” Steve sighs.

You only grumble and attempt to turn over but your arm is trapped. “My shoulder hurts,” you whine. “Bucky, just come up here!”

“There’s no way I’m going to fit with you two, doll,” Bucky chuckles at the fit you’re throwing.

“Then let’s go to my room. Please.” You frown at the brunett, sitting up slightly so you’re above him.

“You heard the woman, Buck. We’re changing locations,” Steve grins and lifts you up. Bucky only stares at both of you as if you’d each grown an extra head.

“My blankie,” you whine, grabbing at the ornate weighted blanket left on the futon.

“Alright. I got it. Take her, will you?” Steve asks holding you out for his best friend. Bucky continues to glare between you two

“Bucky,” you mutter looking at him with wide eyes.

“Okay,” he sighs and gets up. He holds you like a child with his metal arm and grabs your pillow with the other.

“She’s more human when she’s tired,” Steve smiles. “Why don’t you ask her her favorite color now?”

Bucky steps into the hallway ahead of Steve and you tuck you head against his shoulder. “Alright, doll, what’s your favorite color?”

“Purple,” you answer with zero hesitation.

“Purple, huh? Explains why your office is lavender.” He’s quite as he reaches the top floor landing and opens the door. Steve isn’t right behind him so he closes it to a crack and sits on the side of the bed with you still cradled to him. “Why him?”

“He was the only one to see the human in me.”

Bucky stays quiet for a moment pulling you tighter against him. “Why me?”

“You’re the only one who treats me like a person.” He hums and you glance up at him. Then his lips and back at his eyes.

“Doll, can I kiss you?” You nod but instead of leaning in he looks up at the figure in the door way. “Stevie, can I kiss her?”

“I trust you,” Steve smiles and sits next to you.

You look back at Bucky and he brushes his nose against yours, tilting your head back to the perfect angle for your lips to meet. His kiss is all calm, minty, relaxing. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. Deeper. His hand massages the back of your neck while you lift yourself to straddle his lap. He holds you right against him, hand rubbing along your sides, lifting your thin nightshirt just enough that he can graze your bare skin. You gasp as a third hand comes to rest on your lower back, pressing you closer to the man whose lap you’re on.

“Her lips are so soft, huh Buck?” Steve whispers. You feel his other hand pull back the collar of your shirt so he can kiss your shoulder and neck. “They feel amazing wrapped around your dick.”

“Language, Stevie,” both you and Bucky reprimand at the same time. You pull back and smile at the man currently holding you. He tickles your sides making you giggle then fail to hold back a yawn.

“I’ll have to hold you to that. You’re exhausted, doll.” You nod and crawl out of his lap to plant a kiss on Steve’s lips before crawling up the blankets. You reach to grab Bucky’s hand to spoon him while Steve curls up behind you.

“Comfortable?” You ask the brunett, tangling your fingers with his.

“Yeah,” he whispers and snuggles into your embrace. You can’t help but smile as the big man curls into you like a child.

“Goodnight, Bucky. Goodnight, Steve.”

“‘Night, doll.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“You two seriously only have sex on Fridays?” Bucky asks as you roll out of bed Friday morning, already excited about tonight. You’ve been fending off Bucky’s advances all week for the sake of tradition. Steve claimed you were torturing him but you had a routine and you didn’t like breaking routines.

“Penetrative sex,” you clarify as you bend down to kiss the man still curled in the bed, unable to keep the smile off your lips. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you close, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of your head.

“So I could’ve been fucking that cute little mouth of yours all this time?” Bucky smirks and nips at your bottom lip.

“Let her go. We have to go running,” Steve grins as he steps out of the bathroom.

“It’s finally Friday. I’ve been waiting all week for a piece of this girl,” Bucky argues holding you tighter.

“She likes her routine,” Steve insists. “Come running with us.”

Bucky groans and falls back in the bed. “Come on, Buck. It’ll be fun. Sam and I try to keep up with Stevie and fail miserably,” you giggle as if it's the highlight of the morning.

Bucky hides his face in the pillow beneath his head. “How about I have some breakfast waiting for you three when you get back?”

“Sounds good to me,” Steve grins. “Come on, Sweetheart. Go get ready.” You sigh and pull away from Bucky, leaving one last kiss on his lips.

You return to a huge spread of breakfast food in the kitchen that even Wanda couldn’t pass up and dragged Vision along with her.

“Now there’s a man that can give you a run for your money, Cap,” Sam smirks gesturing to Vision.

“I’d pay to see that,” you smirk in agreement. “Where’s Bucky?”

“Right here, doll,” the Brunett grins carrying the nice plates to the table.

“It looks amazing. Thank you!” You kiss his cheek tangling your fingers with his. “We’ll be back down in a second.” Steve throws you over his shoulder and spanks you on his way up the stairs.

“Stop teasing that man,” he commands over your startled screams.

“I’m not teasing anyone,” You insist as he drops you on the bed. Steve bends down to kiss you.

“You can do whatever you want to him tonight but he’s going to retaliate if you don’t stop.”

“Is that a promise?” You bite your bottom lip watching as your boyfriend pulls off his sweaty shirt. Christ, that body!

“Trouble with a capital T,” Steve mutters and disappears into the bathroom.

“Alright, doll face, which one of the punk’s favorite meals are we making today?” Bucky asks while you clean up the kitchen after breakfast. You place another dish on the drying rack when a pair of arms trap you at the sink. You bite your lip and pick up another dish, scrubbing the debris from it before wiping it off one last time and rinsing it.

“Actually,” you whisper, “I was hoping to make something you like tonight.”

He hums and steps closer, his chest pressing against your back, the vibrations tingling through you from your toes to the back of your neck. His chin rests on top of head as his hands leave the counter and find your stomach. “And what do you think is my favorite dish?”

“Well, I’ve asked Steve about it.”

“Oh? You got inside insider information.”

You nod with a smile. “I have my sources. So, you don’t get to help.”

“What?”

“It has to be a surprise.”

“I don’t want it to be a surprise. I want to cook with you.” You spin in his grasp and see the actual pout on his face.

“You really want to cook with me?”

He nods. “I want you to put on one of those cute little aprons with nothing under it while I show you exactly how I like my food.”

You giggle and reach up to kiss him. “Should I get Steve to take Sam on a date?”

“Actually, Sam’s going to be at the Vet center all day,” Steve announces stepping into the kitchen with a few more plates.

“So we have the house to ourselves?” You ask pulling off your gloves and laying them on the edge of the sink so you can wrap your arms around Bucky’s shoulders.

“Yup. They’re having some kind of community event. He’ll be home late.”

You light up and glance between your two men. “You mean we’re actually going to have a real date night?”

“Looks like it, sweetheart,” Steve grins. “And I believe Bucky made a request. Hop to it.”

“Yes, Captain,” you purr and rush upstairs.

“Captain?” You hear Bucky question but you don’t hear the rest, you’re too excited to have your men all to yourself for the evening.

Steve’s really into role play so you’ve amassed a bit of a costume collection since dating him. You pull the frilly white apron from your Little Red Riding Hood costume and tie it around your naked body. A bit of make up and a little hair tousling and-

Oh! You snag those red stilettos Steve loves just to add a little something and head back down stairs.

Steve is perched on a bar stool while Bucky leans over the counter talking quietly so he’s the first to see you.

“Shit, doll,” Bucky breathes standing up straight.

“Language, Buck,” you and Steve laugh at the same time.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Steve sighs pulling you close for a soft kiss. “Now, get in that kitchen and make me something,” he commands, swatting your ass.

“Yes, Captain,” you giggle and join Bucky in the kitchen.

“What are we making, doll?” Bucky asks pulling you close, both hands cupping your ass making your core clench from his touch.

“Well, I was going to start with some homemade ravioli with steak.” Your fingers reach up to cup his cheeks as you struggle to think straight.

“Good start,” Bucky grins.

“And Steve said you love dessert-“

“Best part of the meal.”

“So was thinking a homemade apple pie.”

“Ambitious,” Bucky whistles. “Good thing we have all day.”

“You don’t trust my cooking abilities?” You frown.

“I’ve seen you cook first hand. You’re gonna need all the help you can get,” he chuckles. You huff and attempt to wiggle out of his grip but Bucky’s metal hand finds your jaw directing your gaze toward him. “Thank you for this, doll. It all sounds delicious.” You smile and reach up to kiss him. You go to find the pie ingredients first while Bucky preheats the oven.

“Stevie,” you smile up at the blond, “you gonna help, too?”

“Nah, I’ll just be in the way.”

“Not a question, punk.” Bucky smirks and drops a bag of Granny Smith apples in front of him. “Get to chopping.”

Steve groans and mutters a soft “jerk” under his breath as you place a knife and cutting board in front of him with a smile.

Both men are so tame while Steve chops apples and Bucky rolls out pie crust while you make the rest of the filling. They watch intently as you create a delicate lattice design on top of the pie before crimping the edges. Bucky brushes on an egg wash and when the oven is nice and hot, you bend over to place it on the center rack earning two sharp inhales from the men behind you.

You stand back up to see two sets of blue eyes staring intently at you. “What?” You whisper fighting the urge to back away as two men of pure muscle gaze at you like hungry predators.

“Do that again,” Steve commands.

“Slower this time,” Bucky mutters.

“Do what again?”

Bucky grabs your hand, pulling your back against him, and bends you over at the hips. “This,” he whispers in your ear. You whimper and brace your hands against the counter.

“Look at that. She’s so beautiful,” you hear Steve whistle.

“The only flower I’ve ever wanted to eat,” Bucky chuckles. You wiggle your hips impatiently at being held in the position and receive a harsh smack from a distinctly metal hand. The force makes you gasp and your core clench, your body instantly showing how much you enjoyed that. “Be still,” the brunett commands switching into Winter Soldier almost as quickly as Steve switches into Captain America.

“She likes that,” Steve comments.

“You’re ruining my routine,” you whine but keep still lest you be punished again. Your feet are unceremoniously kicked apart and you have to use your grip on the counter to keep balance in your heels.

“Who said I’m going to fuck you? I just want to taste you. Be a good girl and let me see what I have to look forward to.”

Bucky falls to his knees behind you holds your hips in place with a cold metal hand while the other plays with your spread lower lips. You bite your lip and moan at his touch. You press back into him but you’re held in place by that unrelenting grip. A finger presses into you and forces a long whine from your mouth. He’s got some big fingers. He shifts positions and sucks your clit into his mouth making you clench around his fingers.

“Oh God, Bucky!” You cry gripping the counter. Your pants fill the quiet and the occasional whine for more escapes your lips.

“Sweetheart, you look absolutely beautiful like that,” Steve compliments. You bite your lip knowing he’s stroking himself to you being eaten out by another man. Bucky adds another finger into you and bends them to make you scream out his name. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show Bucky just how you come undone.”

“Y-yes, Cap-“ you shriek again as Bucky pumps his fingers into you at a punishing speed. “Oh Bucky! I’m gonna-“ He sucks your clit particularly roughly and that coil tightening in your stomach finally springs loose. You cry out as your orgasm rushed through you and pours into Bucky’s waiting mouth. He laps you up as you lose feeling in your legs. They buckle and fall onto Bucky’s shoulder, his face still buried in your core as he begins to work you again.

“No more!” You cry but it’s no use. He’s steadily stroking at that spot he found in you keeping every nerve on edge while you fight another building orgasm. “Please, Bucky. I can’t.”

“You can,” Steve encourages and steps around the counter. His giant raging hard on rests in his large hand, twitching at the sight of your watering lust blown eyes. He smirks and catches your quivering chin in his hand. “Hey, Buck, you want me to keep her pretty little mouth occupied?”

Bucky pulls away long enough to mutter “Please” into you thigh, his stubble making you shutter.

“Open up, sweetheart,” Steve commands. He holds you loosely by the throat so you can drop a hand to allow him between your arms. You wrap mouth around his tip and taste the salty bead of precum waiting there that leaves you moaning at the taste. You lick down his shaft then suck at the sensitive skin all the the way back up to his tip, gathering saliva as you go. You’ve never been able to fully take on Steve’s cock but it never stopped you from trying. Your lips devour his tip once more as one hand pumps at the rest of his length that you can’t reach. Steve grips your hair and neck lightly while you suck him off, moving you at the pace he sets. All the while Bucky is working you like it’s his sole purpose in life. His big fingers pump into you while his tongue expertly circles your clit. You moan around Steve’s dick and from far away you hear him grunt from pleasure. His grunts alway get to you. You clench around Bucky’s fingers as another orgasm rolls through you. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your jaw goes slack. Steve takes full advantage of your prone position and thrusts deeper into you. You attempt to relax your throat until he’s palming himself through the thin skin of your neck.

“Sweetheart, you feel so good,” Steve grunts above you. “Look at you taking on my whole dick. You look so beautiful absolutely ruined between your men.” His praises barely reach you as you struggle to breathe and another orgasm starts to build in your belly. Does that man ever quit? You shouldn’t have teased him so much. “I’m going to cum down your throat, sweetheart. I want you to cum with me. One more time. Let Bucky make you feel so good.” You can’t feel anything but the pressure on you core and, God, was there pressure on your core. You don’t even know if you have one more in you but if you do, the super soldier at your heat can get it out. You feel Bucky remove his fingers from your core, all the while still lapping at it with his tongue, and press those very same fingers to your ass. You can’t help the scream that escapes you around Steve’s cock but it only comes out as a high pitch moan. One of Bucky’s fingers teases your ass hole pulling the most explicit noises out of you. Words that if Steve could hear them, you’d receive a swift spanking from him which only excited you more. You clench and the muscles spasm as you release and Bucky takes that opportunity to press a slick finger into you. The cries get louder and more frantic as you attempt to escape Bucky’s grasp and your final undoing right before you’re almost drowned in cum.

You swallow and swallow and Steve’s dick twitches and gives you a little more leaving you completely full.

Steve gently pulls you from his dick while holding up your upper half. Bucky dislodges himself from your legs using one hand to hold you up and the other to help roll himself off the floor. Steve pulls you to standing but all of your weight is on him unable to balance or keep your legs together. “Sweetheart, you did so good,” Steve coos and kisses your forehead, cheeks, lips, where ever he can reach until you feel another set of arms pick you up bridal style.

“You alright, doll?” Bucky asks, his face completely wet with your essence. You smile weakly and nod, reaching a hand up to pull him closer into a soft kiss. You can taste yourself and he can probably taste Steve and you feel content with that fact for whatever reason. “My strong girl,” Bucky hums when your lips leave his and he presses his forehead against yours. “I knew you had it in you.”

“Your girl,” you repeat and kiss him again.

“Our girl,” Steve smirks pulling you from Bucky’s lips and onto his own.

“What are you, a communist now?” Bucky laughs making you giggle.

“Boys, play nice,” you warn and gesture to be put down. He sets you down while holding you steady. You right your heeled feet on the tile floor but your hips protest against holding you up. You groan as you attempt to fight it but another set of hands lifts you.

“I don’t think it’s going to happen, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles and places you on his hip like like a child. You pout like one, too.

“But what about dinner?” You whine wrapping your arms around his shoulders despite yourself.

“I’ll finish up,” Bucky smiles pulling you into a kiss.

“But it was supposed to be your surprise,” you mutter against his lips.

“I am surprised. Surprised you planned to do all this for me. I love all of it.”

You smile and kiss him again before curling into Steve’s embrace.

Steve moves to the couch in the living room where you still have a view into the kitchen and you can watch as Bucky expertly rolls out pasta dough and chops tomatoes from the comfort of Steve’s lap.

“I feel like this was a long con to trick you into cooking,” you smirk glancing up from your phone when Bucky comes to sit beside you.

“If it was, I appreciate it. It’s nice to focus on something outside of my head,” he mutters and takes your phone. “Food’ll be done in about thirty minutes. You got anymore of those makeup murder mysteries?” You smile and crawl into his lap to find a video. Steve moves closer and rests his head against Bucky’s shoulder, still enthralled by the book in his hand.

You thought what you and Steve had was the perfect relationship but as Bucky slips an arm around your waist and props your cell phone on your thigh while Steve’s hand lazily caresses your hip you realize this is exactly what you need. You look up at Bucky focused on the woman setting up the scene for this weeks murder mystery then at Steve brow furrowed at whatever hijinks the upper east siders were up to and smile yourself before focusing back on the video.

After dinner, Bucky keeps his arms around you while you do dishes, one hand massaging your breast and the other keeping your hips firmly against his, brushing against your sensitive clit every once in a while to keep you as unfocused as possible. He claims that he’s helping by keeping you grinding helplessly against his erection. Steve thinks it’s hilarious as he leans against the counter next to you drying the dishes as you shakily hand them to him.

“Told you he’d retaliate,” Steve smirks as Bucky drags yet another whimper out of you.

“I thought making me cum three times in his mouth was retaliation,” you whine attempting to squirm against his hold but you don’t move an inch in that super soldier grip of his.

“Not anywhere near done with you,” Bucky mutters against your ear before nipping it softly making you moan.

“Did you do your homework for tonight, Buck?” Steve asks catching the plate that you drop before it can hit the floor.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you moan halfway blitzed out from the man behind you.

“I sure did,” you hear Bucky grin.

“Please be gentle,” you beg almost crying at your need to be filled.

“I will be if you behave.” Behaving wasn’t exactly in your wheelhouse.

“You know she doesn’t know the first thing about behaving, Buck,” Steve jokes and directs your face toward him.

“Good thing I’m here to teach her.” Steve pulls you into a searing kiss that almost brings you to tears as you grind against Bucky. “You want me to teach you how to be a good girl?” Bucky whispers against you as you groan into Steve mouth.

“Answer him,” Steve orders pulling away just enough to talk.

“I want to be a good girl for you,” you whine. “Both of you.”

Steve beams down at you like a proud parent but when Bucky turns you in his grip you see the sinister smirk that graces his lips and you’re dripping at the mer hint of what he’s going to do to you.

He tosses you over his should and you’re amazed that this is your second time in this position today.

Bucky unceremoniously tosses you on the bed. There’s little in the way of clothes for them to remove from you so you watch as they unbutton and tug off their shirts. You’re almost salivating at the wall of muscle they create in front of you, squeezing your legs together to stop a puddle from forming where you landed. “You like this, sweetheart?” Steve asks watching your bite your lips as he undoes his trousers.

You nod quickly.

“He asked you a question. Use your words,” Bucky instructs stepping out of his jeans and revealing that huge pulsing cock that was just wedged between your ass cheeks.

“Yes. I want to know what it feels like to be between two men that can physically rip me in half without a second thought,” you answer boldly.

“She is trouble, Stevie.”

“The worst kind.”

“Come here, doll.” You crawl to the edge of the bed and look up at him. He wraps the fingers of his metal hand around your chin holding your face in place. “I did my homework.” He doesn’t let you respond with his grip on your jaw. “I heard you’ve seen it all.” His grip loosens slightly so you can squeak out a quiet ‘yes’ “Well, I’m giving you permission to look into my browser history.” You blink up at him and you mind leaves the room to his tablet discarded on the futon downstairs. News articles, normal research, a SNL video makes you smile, and-oh?

Oh!

“Oh no,” you whisper out loud returning to the room.

“Oh yes,” Bucky grins. “It won’t be all at once. We’ll warm you up,” he promises.

“You knew about this?” You bark at Steve as he sits next to you, one hand massaging the base of your neck.

“Well, I did want a third for a reason. And you apparently want to be ripped in half.”

You glare at both men in turn. “You’re going to get pretty close like that,” you grumble.

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“What happened to wanting to be a good girl?” Bucky reminds you. Your glare softens slightly. “Very good, doll,” Bucky coos and releases you.

Steve tugs lightly on the ribbon holding your apron around your waist then again at the one around your neck letting it fall from your body. “Gorgeous,” Steve whispers and kisses your cheek then your jaw and moves behind you to plant kisses on your neck and shoulder. “Tell us what you want tonight.”

You hadn’t forgotten your own homework, either. Tonight was Steve’s long awaited kink come true and Bucky’s was going to require some work. You were the only one left. Bucky sits on the opposite side of you, his arms wrapping around your waist while he rests his head on your shoulder. You bite your nail. This was an open place. No room for embarrassment. When it was just you and Steve, it was a little easier. Your sexual prowess grew together. But Bucky was an unknown. He already proved he knew what he was doing with his mouth. And he knew what he was doing to you pressed against his body while you attempted to clean.

“Come back to us, sweetheart,” Steve begs.

“Do you want to just tell Steve?” Bucky asks seemingly knowing why you were hesitating.

You shake your head sharply. The three of you were a unit now. There was no reason to keep secrets. “Bucky,” you begin at a whisper. He hums indicating he’s listening. “I like being dominated. I want you to tell me what to do. To control me, like Stevie does. What can I call you?”

You feel Steve’s lips quirk up against your skin while Bucky thinks.

“You trust me enough for that?” He asks, his grip around you tightening slightly.

“Yeah, I do,” you nod and intertwine your fingers with his still around your waist.

“You’ll call me sergeant,” he commands.

“Yes, sergeant,” you reply obediently. “How do you want me?”

Bucky smirks and lifts his head to look you in the eye. “I want that pretty little mouth around my cock while Stevie fucks you into submission.”

Bucky stands at the edge of the bed while you kneel in front of him. You run your tongue across your top lip while looking up at the brunett in front of you. He steps closer and you’re practically biting at the bit to get a taste of him. “Is she always this eager?” Bucky asks over you to Steve who’s crawled behind you.

“She’s always challenged herself to take all of me. I think you’re a new challenge.”

“Is he right, doll? Are you going to try and stuff all of me down that throat of yours?”

“Yes, sergeant.”

“Well, get started, doll.” You grin and run your tongue from the base of his dick to the tip, lapping up the bead of precum waiting for you. You flatten your tongue and cover as much of the tip as you can with saliva before closing your mouth around him. He’s slightly shorter than Steve but thicker and fitting your mouth around all that girth was going to be test of determination.

It was a good thing you didn’t give up easily. You wrapped a hand around his base to cover what your mouth couldn't and you heard him groan above you, his fingers palming your scalp and controlling your speed. You moan with pleasure at the feeling of being completely at his mercy as he guides your head along his cock. You feel Steve finally touch you. His big hands splay across your backside as he spreads you open. You still clench almost a year later knowing he can see all of you.

“What a pretty little pussy,” you hear him sigh. “You’re going to love it, Buck.”

“You’re going to let me cum in your girl?” Bucky grits out, biting back a groan.

“Our girl,” he corrects and runs his tip along your slit. “I’m going to get her nice and wet for you.” You gasp as Steve slips into you. Almost chocking on Bucky’s dick as your lips take on a little more of him.

“That’s right doll. Get as much as you can. I wanna cum directly into your belly.” You whine at his dirty talk while Steve starts pumping into you. You try to keep up with your mouth but he’s rutting into you like a man who hasn’t fucked in a year. He knows that’s how you like it; hard and fast. The speed forces you to take in more and more of Bucky until your nose in buried in his pubic hair. Bucky growls at your progress and you feel him twitch in your throat. You’re completely at their mercy now, forced to follow Steve’s grueling pace while Bucky does what he wants with your mouth. Just the idea of it makes you cum.

“Christ, sweetheart!” Steve grunts as he’s forced to slow down from the clamp you’re putting on him. You take advantage of the brief respite gather saliva and pull your mouth almost all the way off Bucky’s dick, swirling your tongue around his swollen tip and marvel at the fact that you took all of this into your mouth.

“Fuck, doll. You’re doing something with that pretty little mouth.” Bucky forces you back down to the base of his dick then almost all the way off, getting all the pleasure that tongue of yours will give him. Then Steve is back at it at full force but now his hand has found your sensitive clit making you cry out.

“Who gave you permission to cum, sweetheart?” Steve asks knowing you have no way to answer. A harsh smack to your ass has you clenching around him. “You don’t cum again until we say so.” You whine around Buck’s dick but Bucky just thrusts into your mouth forcing any complaints to die before it reached your mind.

“Stevie said you like a little extra pressure when you give head.” You hear the smirk in Bucky’s voice and can only imagine what it would feel like to have his hand around your neck and his dick down your throat. His flesh hand wraps around your neck lightly adding just enough pressure. “Shit! I can feel myself fucking you, doll. Fuck,” he groans and rocks his hips in your mouth and you clench around Steve’s dick.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Steve groans, his thrust only becoming more punishing. You claw at the bed attempting to stay upright as you’re attacked from both ends.

“You ready for this, doll face?” Bucky groans and cums spilling into your mouth. Steve isn’t far behind filling you to the brim with his seed as you attempt to swallow everything Bucky gave you. “All of it, doll,” Bucky encourages with hand under your chin as a little spills from your mouth. You gulp down the last of his load before panting to catch your breath. “Such a good girl.” Steve pulls you back him his lap, cock still buried inside you as he kisses your neck and shoulder. Bucky crawls between your legs massaging your clit while you gently ride Steve’s spent but still hard cock.

“You can cum now, sweetheart,” Steve whispers in your ear as Bucky pulls the most needy whimpers from your lips. “That’s it.”

Bucky plants a soft kiss on you lips while you fall apart, moaning into his mouth. Bucky hums in satisfaction before pulling away slightly. “We weren’t too rough with you, were we, doll?” He asks meeting your gaze. You struggle to focus on him as you shake your head no. “Good,” smiles. “Know you’ve still got plenty in there for us.” He pulls away and leave you to curl into Steve’s embrace, clenching around him so nothing spills out.

Bucky returns with a damp towel and wipes away the bit of cum that spilled out of mouth. “Beautiful,” he mutters before kissing you. “Alright, let go.” You release Steve’s dick, lifting slightly to pull him out, and a trail of cum spills out of you. “Christ, Steve. You did get her wet for me,” Bucky grins.

“You should slide right in,” Steve jokes and presses your stomach causing you to leak more of his essence.

“Can’t wait,” Bucky mutters and kisses you softly before crawling into your arms.

“That was amazing,” you exhale and kiss his shoulder and neck.

“I’m so happy we finally did this,” you hear the smile in Steve’s voice mimicking your words from the first time you had sex. You crane your neck to meet his lips. They were being so sweet and giving you a breather in between rounds but they were ready to go. Steve was already hard, pressing against your ass while Bucky was starting to go ridged against your stomach. You grind softly against Steve earning a sharp groan from the blond.

You’d hate to keep them waiting.

“I thought you’d need a break after that,” Steve chuckles and tweaks one of your nipples.

You bite your bottom lip at the stimulation. Bucky takes the other breast into his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue before sucking harshly.

“Sergeant, you gonna fuck me with that big cock of yours?”

“You ready for me, doll?” He smiles nipping at the sensitive skin. You whine, pulling him closer, pressing his face into your breasts. “Want me to pump you full of my babies? Fill up that tight little tummy?”

You cock your head and freeze. “But I’m on birth control.”

Steve starts to laugh behind you, pulling you tighter against him, while Bucky snickers into your skin.

“We’re still working on dirty talk, Buck. Play along, sweetheart,” Steve insists through his chuckles. You search your memory stores for something like this. Oh? A breeding kink? It wasn’t something you’d ever paid attention to but if Bucky wanted it...

“Will I ever get use to that?” Bucky asks Steve while he props himself up to watch you.

“Yeah. It’s just a little unsettling when she does it during sex.”

“I’m back,” announce earning their grins. “Okay. Try again,” you prompt Bucky pulling him close once more.

Bucky smirks and meets your gaze, all amusement but the lust is still there. He repeats his words exactly earning a grin from you. “Yes, baby. I want you to keep me big and pregnant so everyone knows I’m yours.”

Bucky’s amusement falls. “She’s good,” he breathes before crushing you with a kiss.

“The best,” Steve chuckles and pulls you into his lap with your back to his chest, spreading your legs to expose you quivering pussy.

“Alright, doll, you sure you’re ready for this?” You nod panting against his lips. “Use your words.”

“Yes, sergeant. I want Steve to fuck my ass while you fill up my pussy.”

“Good girl. Stevie, you ready for her?” Bucky lifts you slightly so you cling to his shoulders and spreads your ass cheeks. You feel Steve’s head prod gently at the tight hole.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, captain,” you exhale trying to keep breathing through the pressure.

“Good job, sweetheart,” Steve groans rocking his hip into you and burying himself deeper. “You’re taking me so well. Almost there,” he grunts and pulls you against his chest, taking your weight from the brunett in front of you. Your moans don’t stop at this new form of fullness. Steve rubs your stomach and you start to relax with the new intrusion. “God, you’re so tight, sweetheart.” You clench at his words and he groans, feeling you tightening around him.

“Bucky,” you pant and reach for him. “I need you.”

“I’m right here, doll,” he assures and kisses you softly. “Fuck, we’re going to ruin you,” he smirks against your lips.

He slides into you and you make him wait to adjust to his girth, pressing a hand to his chest. “You’re so big,” you breathe and rock him into you slowly, testing the limits of your core.

“That’s right, doll. You love being full of two fat dicks. Stirring up your insides. Making sure no other man can satisfy you.”

“Yes, sergeant,” you whisper. He’s finally seated within you and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Steve rubs your lower stomach gently making Bucky groan.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Bucky moans and the sound makes you clench around them both eliciting further moans of satisfaction. Both their hips rock into you in tandem making you cry out and cling to Bucky’s shoulders.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, captaaaah!” You cry as they thrust into you.

“Bet you won’t find her sweet spot, jerk,” Steve goads breathlessly and it just spurs on Bucky’s thrusts, exploring your insides with each rut making you whine out hopelessly.

“I bet I can make her scream first, punk,” Bucky smirks making Steve double his efforts. Their hands roam across your body pinching and squeezing, Steve’s lips press into your shoulder, Bucky’s breaths tickle your ear. It’s all so much.

You cry out and press your nails into Bucky’s skin as he presses into the spot that makes you clench around him. “Found it,” he grins and meets that same standard over and over.

High pitched squeaks come out of you with every thrust.

You moan out his name and grip Steve’s hand that’s playing with your breast. Steve shifts his angle slightly making you scream for him. He emits a satisfied hum and continues to hit that point.

“Oh God,” you wheeze. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum on our dicks, sweetheart. I’m so close.”

“I’m right here with you, doll. I’m gonna fill you up.”

You let out a sharp cry at your body releases, spasming around the two dicks in you.

“God! So fucking tight.” They continue to thrust, chasing their own orgasms.

“Milk my cock.”

And they flood you. Both pressing as deep as they can reach starting another release from your body just at the sensation and thought of being completely filled with them.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky groans. “You’re going to make me have to fuck you again.” You groan and pull him against your chest.

“No more,” you breathe.

You see Bucky meet Steve’s gaze over your shoulder. “You can take it, sweetheart.”

“No, really! No more,” you giggle and snuggle into Bucky’s shoulder making them both chuckle. “I think you two have successfully ripped me in half.”

“Then let us take care of you,” Steve mutters and kisses your shoulder. Bucky reaches over to the bed side table and hands him the discarded towel. You feel the cool material meet your backside as he pulled out. All of his essence came spilling out with him and you whine at the loss of fullness.

Steve only hums and turned your face to kiss him. “Going to have to fill that hole more often,” he mutters when you pull away.

Bucky takes the towel and gently dabs at your sensitive pussy after pulling out. “It felt amazing to be completely full,” you whisper.

Bucky smirks at that and leans over you for a gentle kiss. “Won’t be the last time. Promise.”

“Do you want a bath or cuddles?”

“Cuddles,” you decide not wanting to move. Not wanting to disturb the cum still filling you so gloriously. Not yet.

You pull Bucky back into the mess of arms and legs and into a soft kiss. “So, you want a baby?” You ask tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Is that a kink we can fulfill?” Bucky smirks.

“Stevie?” You smile glancing back at your boyfriend.

“Don’t make me tell you two ‘no’,” the blond sighs. “We’re on the run. We’re in hiding. We are not in the position to have a child.”

“What if I was a surrogate?” You suggest excitedly.

“Fuck, Stevie. All the benefits of pregnancy without the kid,” Bucky grins snuggling his face into your neck and making you giggle from his stubble tickling your skin. “Sounds like a dream.”

Steve sighs again. “I’m going to sleep. Don’t fall asleep with all the cum in you.”

“You are no fun at all, Steven,” Bucky laughs. “Come on, doll. Let’s go take a bath without him. Get all soapy and wet. Maybe we can see what else we can slip in you.”

“Yes, sergeant,” you smile and climb out of Steve’s grip. Bucky easily lifts you, cradling you against his chest

“Wait. I want a bath, too,” Steve mutters.

“Come on, baby,” you smile and make grabby hands for him. You spend the next hour squeezed in your tub with two giant men exactly where you want to be for the rest of your life.

Dividers by the amazing FireFly

[lovelybarnes]

crush- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of sam wilson, steve rogers, and natasha romanoff (all platonic) warnings: whole lotta fluff about: bucky and you have a forever crush a/n: i very much do not love the about, and you can take this as a 40s!reader if that makes more sense. Second of my installments for jamecember! @writingsbychlo

bucky’s beer is sitting in front of him, untouched and mocking with the way its dripping moisture settles on the wood of the bar table. steve is staring at bucky’s blank look, his blue eyes narrowing at his best friend while sam nudges his arm gently, sitting down next to him with two new drinks. he hands him one before looking back at bucky, furrowing his brows and looking back at steve in question, “still?” he wonders aloud, and steve nods, absentmindedly tracing the pad of his finger over his fresh drink.

“buck, is everything okay? it’s like you haven’t even been here the whole time we’ve been here.”

bucky nearly snaps out of it, nodding distractedly at steve’s words while he chases his ideas, feeling so close to having his answer, yet so impossibly far that it makes him frustrated and glare at his drink. “‘m fine. just trying to figure something out.”

sam raises an eyebrow and shares a look with steve, a small smile making his way onto his face, “maybe we can help oil that android brain of yours, what’cha tryin’ to figure out?”

bucky pauses, contemplating the offer before refusing, “it’s nothing,” he lies, the quiet whirring of his vibranium arm betraying his words.

“is y/n mad at you?” steve asks, eyebrows joining in concern.

bucky shakes his head, “no. no,” bucky answers quickly, drifting off before finally giving in to steve’s stare, “‘was just wondering how good that new restaurant was.”

sam raises an eyebrow, “it’s okay… nothing you would like.”

bucky clears his throat, “what about y/n?”

sam hums in realization, “ah, you want to take y/n on a date,” he wags his eyebrows, “why don’t you just ask her to look up the menu— since we all know you can’t—” bucky scowls, “and see if she likes the food?”

“i can’t,” bucky insists, and at his friends’ requests to know why, bucky can feel an unwanted blush rise to his cheeks when he realizes he’ll have to tell them. “it’s just— i want this to be a surprise.”

sam grins, “special occasion? want a second honeymoon?”

bucky rolls his eyes, the warmth in his face deepening, “i just— she’s y/n and i love her. i want this to be a good date for her.”

his eyes lighten when he suddenly gets an idea, and steve can nearly see the lightbulb hanging above him brighten slightly. “maybe i can do a picnic. do you think you can ask stark to show a movie for us in the backyard? near the garden,” bucky adjures to steve.

“you know you already got the girl, right? there’s no need for the fancy, expensive dates to win her over,” sam reminds, an easy smile on his lips.

bucky shrugs, “that doesn’t matter. she deserves the best, it doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together.”

-

it takes bucky two more days to get everything fully figured out, having called in a favor from tony to get the tower’s garden—full of colors and blooming flowers thanks to you—decorated for you, and a large monitor set up so you could watch your favorite movie. nobody—including the avengers—was allowed into it as long as you both were outside, so complete privacy was promised, and your favored dishes were already being prepared by the finest chefs—another favor from tony.

now, he only needed to actually ask you.

but the anxiety that curled around his thoughts—as completely unreasonable as it was—was still cutting off his nerve as you walked over to him. he already knew your answer, had already imagined your smile and the warmth of your cheeks while you nodded. he just needed to make that a reality.

the curve of his lips came naturally when you stepped close to him, a light smile already on your face from his close proximity, and your fingers already burning to hold his thanks to the repeated motion of greeting him with a squeeze to his cold hand. “hey bucky,” you begin, cheeks burning and teeth beginning to stress at your bottom lip when he smiles at you.

“y/n, i wanted to tell— ask, i mean— well, actually it’s more of a request?” bucky’s already off to a bad start, and he hasn’t even begun asking his question yet. you laugh lightly, looking at him patiently. one of your hands reaches for his, and your touch immediately soothes him.

“do you wanna go out with me today?” he asks finally, and your neck heats, but you nod, a small airy breath leaving your mouth while you respond.

“of course, bucky. you don’t need to be so nervous anymore.”

bucky disagrees—how is he not supposed to be nervous and when your smile looks like that? when the color of your eyes glimmers in his dreams and your touch is as soft and loving as it is? he wants to stress how the miracle that you and him got together doesn’t make him any less in love with you, doesn’t make you any less beautiful—doesn’t minimize his huge crush on you—but he just smiles at you, face burning because you’re smiling at him and your eyes shine with excitement as you ask him about your date. “it’s all a surprise, doll,” bucky answers, his metal hand looping around your waist when you lean against him, groaning.

“one hint?” you ask with a pout.

“you’ll love it,” bucky promises, and you nuzzle your head into his chest.

“that’s a given. it’s with you.”

bucky, even after your many honest compliments, still can’t help his blush.

-

you’re narrowing your eyes at yourself in the mirror when nat walks by your room, doubling back when she realizes what you’re doing. “wow,” she greets, surprising you. you turn to see her leaning on your doorframe, eyeing your outfit.

“do you like it? bucky’s about to pick me up for a date, and i wasn’t sure if this was good enough…”

natasha looks at you in bewilderment for a moment before cocking her head, beginning to walk closer to you. “you’re serious?” she questions, and you nod. “y/n,” she begins, stepping in front of you and putting her hands on your arms. “you could go out in a potato bag and barnes would still look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.” you can’t help but scoff lightly and look down at yourself again, beginning to question the shoes you’re wearing. “y/n, i’m serious. that guy loves you.”

“besides,” nat starts, dropping her arms to her side while she inspects your jewelry. “you guys are together now, a date usually implies going to mcdonald’s to pick up fries and eat them in his car. i wouldn’t be surprised if he came in sweatpants,” she laughs. you listen to her words and frown, now worried you’re overdressed. the knock at your open door cuts off your idea to change for the nth time—which is proven by the clothing and shoes strewn across your floor.

“y/-” bucky stops when his eyes land on you before a dumb grin begins forming on his lips, “you look beautiful.”

your worried frown melts into a smile at his words, but you still tug at what you’re wearing, “really? i’m not overdressed?— or underdressed?” bucky shakes his head, his eyes still too glued onto your figure to even notice nat in the room. “no, no, you’re… you’re perfect.”

“you guys are so gross,” sam whines from behind bucky, “i thought the honeymoon phase would be over by the first five years.”

natasha nods, pushing past a distracted bucky to leave the room. “me too,” she says, “but nope. even after five years of being married they still act like nervous teenagers in love.”

your ring glints under the light while you hook your arm through bucky’s offered one, a gentle warmth settled on your ears from the kiss he laid on your knuckles. his own ring shines proudly from its place on his finger, the words engraved on it—yours until the end of the line—hidden from anyone else’s view.

[sunflowergirl522]

Gnomeo and Juliet

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: The Avengers have a party and you wanna watch one of your comfort films. Based on this TikTok and the fact that I’m literally always begging people to watch my comfort movies with me

Word Count: 3249

Masterlist

The Avengers loved their parties, ever since you’ve joined the team every time a mission went well Tony would claim that it was worth celebrating. A win is a win is a win or whatever other excuse he found for it. For bigger missions the party would be more public, but for small missions like the one you had just come back from it was just for the team. You much preferred the smaller ones, you didn’t care about partying with a bunch of strangers and oftentimes you and Wanda would sneak off to your room with a bottle of alcohol and snacks. But the parties you all had as a family were always so much fun and you had to be pried away from them because you had so much fun. 

That’s the kind of party you guys were having now. Everyone is drunk except for Natasha, Bucky, and Peter. Nat was usually sober, always ending up taking care of Yelena and whoever else who needed it. You and Wanda normally had Vision take care of you because as an android he never really got much more than a buzz off alcohol. Peter couldn’t drink because he was still a baby in the fact that he was just barely eighteen. And as much as you could tell Bucky wasn’t much of a drinker, each of the few times he did attend one of the parties you never noticed a drink in his hand.

You had made your rounds of groups to hang out with before you opened up your phone to watch TikToks while you tried to decide if you wanted to play more beer pong or not. And by watch TikToks you mean scroll aimlessly through them only half paying attention to just the audios because you’re having issues focusing on anything right now. You’re in the middle of zoning out and staring at your cup on the table in front of you when you hear a Gnomeo and Juliet sound play on your phone. 

You’ve been told before that you have a one track mind when you’re drunk so no one would be surprised to find out that the sound playing made you want to watch it and now it’s the only thing you want to do. But you don’t want to watch it alone, and that may have something to do with you also being a bit of a clingy drunk. Soon you’re getting up and rushing over to Wanda and Vis.

“Y/n!” She stumbles as she moves to pull you into a hug. Vision stabilizes the both of you with a hand on each of your shoulders.

“Wands! Wanna watch Gnomeo and Juliet with me?”

“Of course! Vis was just trying to convince me I’ve had enough fun for the night but that sounds boring compared to watching with you.” 

“Oh, were you going to bed?”

“I was trying to get her to yes.” Vision says while Wanda shakes her head back and forth. “She’s been feeling nauseous since her last drink.”

“I have not.” Visions words sober you up just enough to notice your best friend is looking paler than she normally does and you nod at him.

“Take care of our girlfriend Vis.”

“I’m sorry I can’t watch it with you.” Wanda pulls you into another hug before you can walk away. “We’ll watch it tomorrow while we’re recovering, how bout that? You can come into my room and we’ll stay in bed all day while Vis takes care of us. For now though you should try Sam.” Your eyes light up as she puts the thought into your head.

“Good idea!” As Vision leads Wanda to the kitchen you head over to the beer pong table, bumping into a chair on your way there, where Sam’s playing against Clint. “Sam!”

“Hey there baby, you come back to lose again?” You can’t help but laugh at both his words and how his tongue sticks out the corner of his mouth as he aims his next shot.

“No, wanna watch Gnomeo and Juliet with me?”

“Not tonight Y/n/n, the winner plays next round and I’m on a streak.” You’re let down at his words but don’t let it show on your face, keeping your smile as you then turn to face Clint.

“Don’t even think about using your puppy dog eyes on me. I’ll be playing next round because Sam here is gonna lose.” He speaks before you can even open your mouth.

“What do you mean I’m gonna lose?! You’re the one who only sunk three balls!”

“That’s because I’m going easy on you man. I’ve got perfect aim, you’re the one who’s missed the last four shots.” As they argue you walk around the table so you’re standing next to Kate.

“What about you?”

“I’ve got next game. If you want I’ll watch after that though.” You know that with these three though one game will turn into two and then three until Sam’s passing out on the table again.

“Nah it’s fine don’t worry about it. I still have people I can ask.” You don’t even bother asking Thor who’s cheering Clint on because you already know he’s gonna want to play. As you walk away from them and start to head over to ask Natasha or Yelena you stop halfway. Natasha’s shoving alcohol away from a groaning Yelena and shoving a water bottle in her lap while rubbing circles into her back. You spin around so suddenly that you have to stabilize yourself on the same chair you bumped into earlier. And then start to make your way over to Tony who’s putting his shoes on.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to head out to put Morgan to sleep. Do you need something Y/n?”

“Nah, just curious.” You wave him off and try to wrack your brain for who to ask next. Steve had already gone to his room so he’s out and even though you could go to his lab and ask Bruce, the last time you watched a movie with him he poked holes through the plot. Peter! He was around here somewhere and you just know he would watch it with you. Because even though he was younger than you he became almost like your partner in crime when you joined. But as you start to look around the room you can’t find him. It’s possible he already left but that would mean that he left without saying anything. Since you can’t find him and those were all of your options you can’t help but feel the helplessness that starts to fill your core. You can feel yourself start to tear up and quickly find a corner to sit in to cry into your arms. You were an emotional drunk as well as a clingy one so even you knew that once you had a quick cry about it you would be fine and get over it. Maybe you’d even go join the beer pong table again. But first you had to get this cry out of the way.

Bucky didn’t want to get drunk out of his mind and be a moron with his friends. Not tonight and not really ever, he didn’t get the point of wanting to lose your senses just to forget the majority of the night the next morning. He never understood why they had these parties anyway. Sure the mission was a success but it was small and he wasn’t even on it. If Steve hadn’t dragged him out of his room he wouldn’t even be here. The parties lost their glamor a while back and the only reason he ever let Steve or Sam drag him to one was the chance to see you even if every interaction you had with him was short.

He noticed you almost immediately when he entered the room. You stayed close to Wanda’s side for the beginning of the night. He watched over Steve’s shoulder as you both played flip cup with Vision being your referee while he nodded and acted like he was paying attention to his friend. When she started getting a little too cozy with Vision Sam came by and whisked you away to go up against him in beer pong. He stopped watching you when Natasha came up and started talking to him and Steve. His eyes found you again though when Yelena started pulling her sister away claiming she wanted to do shots with you after this round. That’s when he noticed that playing against Sam wasn’t doing you any favors, you were swaying while you stood there chugging down your drink after he got another cup. After that Steve had managed to distract him enough that his eyes didn’t stray over to where you ended up throughout the night.

“You know you could just talk to her Buck, I hear she only bites a little.” Steve says to him with a wink before heading to bed.

Bucky’s attention unintentionally goes to you zoning out on the couch after Steve leaves. He starts to get nervous you’re about to topple over, because you’re leaning forward a bit too much and he doesn’t want you to faceplant into the table, but then you jump up with purpose and abandon your drink as you stumble your way over to Wanda. He continues to watch, unable to look away as the two of you talk before you start walking towards Sam. A smile crawls across his face when you bump into a chair and apologize to it while giving it a pat as if to console it. It falls though when he notices your smile falter while talking to the group over there.

What could Sam have possibly said to make your smile fall for that split second. He’s never wanted to hit his friend more than he does at this moment. Sure he’s only ever been introduced to you once or twice and the other times you’ve talked to him have been little side comments at these parties before you ran off with Wanda. And Bucky lived for those moments. He’s been admiring you from afar since that first introduction.

When you start to look around the room he wonders who you could be looking for and a little part of him hopes that it’s him. He notices the tears in your eyes and your breathing hitching thanks to the super soldier serum making his eyesight better. He watches as you head over to a chair in the corner and bury your head in your arms, your shoulders shaking from your crying. He decides that’s enough and grabs a cup of water before making his way over to you, not believing how any of his friends didn’t notice you were upset.

“Hey…you alright?”

The sudden sound of a voice causes you to jump and look up to find Bucky leaning over you. You’ve met him before but you’ve never really gotten to know him or anything. The two of you are almost never on missions together and when just one of you is gone the other tends to leave when whoever was just on one gets back. And he always tends to keep to himself when there’s just free time around the complex. But here he was leaning over you looking like an angel with a cup of water in his hand and a kind smile. You sniffle and his eyes seem to soften even more than they were.

“You should drink this. What’s wrong doll?”

“Nobody will watch Gnomeo and Juliet with me.” You all but wail and if you weren’t so drunk out of your mind, you’d be embarrassed for crying about this. “And I can’t find Peter who I know would.”

“I’ll watch it with you.” Your tears slow down and your breathing hitches at his words. You sniffle again before speaking.

“You will?”

“I have no idea what it is and you have to drink this cup of water first but yeah I will.” You nod enthusiastically before grabbing the cup from him and starting to chug it like your life depended on it. This causes you to breathe it in though and start coughing after inhaling it. “Easy there, not too fast.” His metal hand carefully caresses your back while his other takes the cup from you. “C’mon let’s go watch your thing that I’m assuming is a movie.” You just nod up at him eyes wide as you let him pull you up and lead you out of the room while wondering if it was possible to fall in love so fast.

Bucky takes you to his room because he’s not fully convinced you could tell him where your room is in this state. Your eyes keep darting from one thing to the next as you babble on about the movie he’s about to sit through for you. One of his arms stays wrapped around your waist to keep you stable on the way there making it so if you stumble into anything it’s just him. He sits you down on his bed before rummaging through his drawers to find you clothes to change into.

“Here you can change into these while I get you more water alright?” You just continue to stare up at him starstruck while you nod and watch him leave.

Bucky heads to the kitchen and begins his search for one of Sam’s giant water bottles that he fills up before he works out and never finishes. He fills one up all the way after rummaging around a few cabinets and finding one before heading back to his room. He knocks on the door not wanting to just barge in on you.

“Can I come in doll?”

“Yeah!”

“I’m gonna need you to keep drinking water while we watch the movie alright?” You nod again and take the bottle he holds out while he glances at  your pile of clothes in front of his door immediately and tells himself to remember to fold them and put them on top of his dresser at some point tonight so you can find them tomorrow. He then notices that his top drawer is open and clothes are sticking out of it. He could’ve sworn he shut it when he was done. But then he notices his sweatpants he left out for you still lying on the bed and his eyes travel to your bare legs seeing you must’ve searched his drawer to find boxers. As he picks the pants up he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Too hot.” Is all you mumble as you climb back into his bed and get under his covers. He just nods and hands you the remote to his tv that he’s barely touched while he decides to just fold all the clothes now since he has to put his own pants away anyway. By the time he sits next to you on the bed on top of his blankets you already have the movie started and you’re sucking down the water like it’s the last thing you’ll ever drink. You don’t make it far into the movie before you lean your head on Bucky’s chest and fall asleep. Bucky leaves the movie on though and continues to watch it in between his moments of admiring you up close for the first time just in case you wake up and want to keep watching it.

When you wake up in the morning you’re expecting to be in Wanda’s room like you’re used to after one of the parties. But when you open your eyes you don’t recognize the room at all. And on top of that your head is resting on a clothed chest and you can feel the softness of the blanket on your bare legs. You’re about to start freaking out about it when your eyes land on the tv that has the loading screen for Gnomeo and Juliet displayed and what happened comes flooding back to you. 

Your face heats up as you remember how Bucky just had to be the one to find you crying about watching a children's movie. Anyone else would’ve known to just bring up something else to get your mind focused on something else. But Bucky being the sweetheart you’ve always known him to be not only watched it with you but also gave you comfy clothes to sleep in, gave you the majority of his bed leaving him with just enough space he’s not falling off, and slept on top of the blankets probably so you didn’t get the wrong idea when you woke up. 

His room is a lot neater than you expected it to be. There’s not even a sock on the floor and you remember how quick he was to refold the pants you didn’t wear. As you sit up and your eyes travel around the room you spot the bookshelf in the corner of the room with what looks like the most comfortable armchair ever next to it. You slowly get out of bed careful to not wake Bucky up and make your way over to it. The bookshelf is only about half full but that doesn’t stop you from browsing through his collection seeing a lot of Agatha Christie, Shakespeare, and Jane Austin. Just as you pick up the worn copy of The Hobbit that was left on the chair Bucky wakes up.

“What’re you doing doll?” Your heart flutters at the nickname but you ignore it and turn to face him while holding up the book.

“You know he made a sequel to this right? Because technically that’s what Lord of The Rings was before it became bigger than that. And this is clearly your favorite book but I don’t see the others over here.”

“There’s more?” You recognize the excitement in his eyes as soon as you look into them as he sits up.

“Yep! Technically it’s six books but everyone categorizes it as a trilogy because they normally come in three volumes. They follow Bilbo’s nephew Frodo and his journey. I have a big book that has all of them if you want to borrow it.”

“You’d let me?”

“Of course!” You smile at him as he approaches you. “Did you know they made them all into movies too?” “Sam’s mentioned The Hobbit being a movie once or twice but I’m still not sure how to work the tv completely.” He scratches the back of his neck and his cheeks have a pink tint to them as he admits it to you.

“I could show you how to work it. We could watch The Hobbit movies today too if you want and then the Lord of the Rings movies after you read the books.” You start to move to grab the remote before stopping to sheepishly look over your shoulder at him. “Y'know that is if you want to. I don’t want to just burst in and intrude into your life like this.”

“No doll go ahead and intrude away.”

“You know, they made some of those Agatha Christie books into movies too.” You both share a smile knowing that a friendship was going to blossom out of this. And after a few weeks of movie nights and introducing him to new books and movies and shows your friendship evolved into a relationship. And it was all thanks to one drunk night and Gnomeo and Juliet.

Bucky Taglist: @koressecretidentity @stevieintheimpala @unmagically @peachytea01 @the-chocoholic-writer @perksofbeingatrex @quokkatrash @vanillamaa @strawb3rrydr3ss @that-sarcastic-writer @spideyycents @dissectiontime @aiyanalevina @mooncaffeine @yoongisdumplingcheeks @sailormajinmoon @collywobbl @alina02 @toothhurtyam @the-lady-vanora @eliwinchester99 

Marvel Taglist: @its-the-autism-innit-luv @milkiane @rorysreallyrandom @lieswithoutfairytales @sugarbutterbailey @1-800-ch3rry @neenieweenie @rocketxgirl @fluffy-bnny @bunnyweasley23 

[skinnywalker]

Welcome to reader typestober! I'm trying to do ones that are written about very little so there's some verity.

Here the list I have so far please let me know if you want anything specific.

Day 1 - vitiligo (argyle x gn reader)

Day 2 - insomnia

Day 3 - dreadlocks (Eddie Munson x Male reader)

Day 4 - non-american reader (bucky barnes x east Asian male reader)

Day 5 - paralyzed legs (eleven x reader)

Day 6 - reader with verbal/physical tics (Max Mayfield x reader)

Day 7 - reader who practices voodoo - (Eden Bingham x reader)

Day 8 - reader who's a Buddhist (Eddie Munson x Male Reader)

Day 9 - reader who is a ghost

Day 10 - reader who survived chemo

Day 11 - adopted little sibling

Day 12 - supernatural creature (Max Mayfield x vampire reader)

Day 13 - autistic reader (sam Winchester x reader)

Day 14 - SCP creature

Day 15 - time traveler (Chrissy Cunningham x reader)

Day 16 - intersex

Day 17 - pornstar/adult model

Day 18 - professional swimmer

Day 19 - metal/screamo singer

Day 20 - heterochromia

Day 21 - immortal (Eleven x reader)

Day 22 - trans reader

Day 23 - asexual (argyle x reader)

Day 24 - god/godness (Arthur Havisham x male reader)

Day 25 - child/tween reader

Day 26 - experimented on

Day 27 - android/robot

Day 28 - elemental bender (Dream of the endless x reader)

Day 29 - adhd (Max Mayfield x male reader)

Day 30 - colorful hair

Day 31 - junji ito monster

Request for that and in general requests open.

[h2obased]

Amendments (Bucky Barnes one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader (third person, very minimal identifiers)

Summary: It feels like everyone has a thing for Bucky's girl, so he comes up with a rule. It's fairly straightforward, although he keeps on adding exceptions, and of course things get out of hand.

Notes & Warnings:

DNI if below 18. Sexual innuendos and situations, extreme flirting, fluff, canon-typical violence.

Female reader, written in the third person with very minimal identifiers.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied/reposted/translated anywhere. I only post stories here and on AO3.

Word count: 5,575

My two-story masterlist

Amendments

The next person to hit on his girl dies, Bucky decides.

“What did I tell you, Buck? Check out the view.” Sam jabs him with an elbow. It’s always a sharp nudge; flesh or metal arm, it doesn’t matter. Sam gestures to the woman walking over to their table. “You owe me lunch for life, Barnes.” Sam continues to list everything that Bucky now owes him. Meals, favors, first child naming rights.

He doesn’t need to look away from his tattered second-hand copy of Jurassic Park to know “the view” is amazing, but he glances up anyway because his eyes are drawn to her. Since the first day. A goddamn sight to behold.

She weaves around the cafeteria tables, disguising the sleep on her face with a grin.

Bucky’s heart beats a little faster when he recognizes his navy sweatshirt on her. The large sleeve slides down her arm as she hides a yawn. He can’t blame her. At 6:00am on a Saturday, the compound is quiet and everything moves at a glacial pace. There is no rush, no cities under attack, no rogue androids or missing assassins. This weekend at least.

Steve, who organized this morning run, who sent daily texts since Monday, who insisted it’ll be good for the team to spend time outdoors like he and Sam didn’t just spend three nights in a rainforest last weekend, hasn’t even made an appearance yet. He could still be sleeping, for all they knew.

Sam’s voice booms in the nearly empty hall. “There’s my sunshine!” He points to her with an ear-to-ear smile and alternating finger guns.

“Morning Sammy.” She waves, coming around to Bucky’s side of the table.

He could count with one hand the number of people who can get away with calling Wilson that . Sam eats it up.

Bucky pulls out a seat. She puts a bag down and thanks him with a kiss, right by the corner of his lips. Close enough to be intimate, to let all six tired people in the cafeteria know Bucky’s her main squeeze, but not close enough to give Sam an excuse to start dry heaving and complaining about having to see them kiss, like he’s never seen them be affectionate before.

As if it wasn’t Sam Wilson’s great idea for Bucky to ask her out in the first place.

She tucks strands of hair back into his tangled bun, fingers soothing his scalp. Bucky closes his eyes for a second and breathes her in. Soap, peppermint, a hint of musk and wood. Exactly like his bedroom.

Her scent transports him back to that morning.

She pretends to be asleep when he asks her to get changed with him. “It’s cold,” she whispers, lips pouting as if he’s to blame for the early morning draft. She speaks to him with one eye closed, the other eye barely open.

He thinks, what a beauty.

“Put some clothes on then.” Bucky fights the urge to slip a hand under the sheets, where her bare, warm skin calls out to him. “Baby.” He kisses her shoulder instead, which is probably worse because he could never get enough. With every second he spends next to her, Bucky feels less inclined to run laps with Sam and Steve in the woods behind the compound.

“Baby.” Her voice is breathy and light. She lifts a hand in the air, trying to find him, and she nearly pokes his eye when she does. “Hmmm,” she sighs, her fingers brushing his cheek. “Baby.”

Bucky is losing the battle of wills to someone who isn’t even fully awake. He figures Steve won’t be too mad if they show up late. Sam would be there anyway.

“Buck?"

Her hands trail down his arm and Bucky swears if that hand slides any lower he’s kicking these pants off instantly and no one is stepping out of the apartment until Monday.

“Yeah?” His voice cracks; he’s been holding his breath for a while.

“I promise I will get changed but can you buy me 30 minutes please?” The pillow muffles her words and even when he can’t hear her clearly Bucky is prepared to give her anything.

Sam drags Bucky out of his daydream because that’s what Sam Wilson does. “You’re going to give an old man a heart attack with those leggings.”

It’s like Bucky isn’t even sitting between them.

“Old as in you or Barnes?” she replies without missing a beat. “And it’s only because I know you came to play.”

“You like?” Sam flexes his arm for her benefit.

Bucky amends his earlier decision: The next person who isn’t Sam to hit on his girl would have to die or lose a limb, whichever comes first.

He grunts and returns to reading. With the novel before him and her hands kneading his shoulder blades, he tunes out Sam’s shameless flirting.

“I brought you an extra shirt, in case you need it.” She pats her duffel bag. It’s the one that sits in his closet when she sleeps over a few nights a week. She used to have a smaller bag, Bucky notes with satisfaction.

“Thanks sweetheart!” Sam puts his hands behind his neck.

“She means me, jerk.” Bucky shoots his teammate a dirty look. That makes her laugh. Her arms wrap around his shoulders and chest.

Nothing amuses Sam more than getting Bucky all riled up. That is the only reason he showers her with compliments whenever Bucky is within earshot.

“You’re the best thing to come my way today, you know?”

“It should be illegal for you to wear those shorts damn girl!”

And Bucky’s personal favorite (not): “What’s an angel like you doing with a geezer like Barnes anyway?”

Today, Sam praises her leggings as if Bucky hasn’t nipped the soft curve of her thighs with his mouth.

She handles every remark from Sam like a champ. “Don’t flirt with me so much Sammy, it makes me feel things.” She continues to stand behind Bucky, who’s minding his own business as her nails scratch his chest.

From his perspective, what she’s feeling at that moment cannot be made more clear. He holds his breath as she palms his stomach, breasts pressed against the back of his head. It takes an awful lot not to flip her over his shoulder and run to the nearest supply closet.

Impressed by her quick wit, Sam cackles and shrugs off Bucky’s glare.

Bucky rolls his eyes but he can’t get mad. Not really.

Eight months ago, Sam warned him: “If you don’t tell this girl you wanna hold her hand and that she’s all you think about, that when we’re taking heavy fire in the middle of a warzone, you’re more upset about missing her than the threat of a bullet, I’m gonna lay the charm on her so thick she’s gonna forget your name.”

“She doesn’t even know my name so who’s the idiot now?” He hissed back, worried she’d notice them loitering. All Bucky had back then was a first name, place of work - second floor, admin and support services building at the compound - and favorite snack, white chocolate cranberry cookies that she nibbled on while reading a book or chatting with a friend during her afternoon break. Three o’clock Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and 4pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Bucky conveniently scheduled an afternoon jog around the compound at the same time.

It would be easy enough to access her personnel files, but Bucky wouldn’t do that. He told himself he was satisfied with being in her periphery. Although Sam was right, not that he would ever acknowledge that, not anytime soon at least, Bucky longed to gaze into her eyes and feel her heartbeat against his chest. He dreamed of her breath fanning his neck as she laughed at something he said. He’d do anything to be the reason for her smile.

He can’t remember wanting something - anything this much. For a guy who’s been held against his will for decades, that’s saying a lot.

He had no qualms about having a gun pointed at his head but when it came to talking to her, Bucky felt scared and inadequate.

“What do you mean -“ Sam’s eyebrows entered the stratosphere when he discovered where Bucky spent his time when he disappeared for hours. “You’re telling me you like this person so much that you’ve done absolutely nothing about it? Let me tell you something for free buddy, staring doesn’t count.”

Sam took matters into his own hands after hearing one too many dejected sighs from Bucky who spent another afternoon running laps for nearly two hours outside the office of Administrative Services, just to catch a glimpse of her walking to a small blue car at the end of the day.

The former airman surveyed Bucky’s barely furnished room, hands on his hips. “Ok, I got it. Tomorrow morning, you’re going to ask for a desk set up for your arm.” Sam gestured to the space by the window and checked to see if Bucky was paying attention.

He needed a place to store the prosthetic when Shuri wanted to run diagnostics right? Better a workbench than under the bed or the toilet?

“Make the appointment. Ask for her, state your request, wear a nice shirt. Something blue maybe for the, uh, for those things.” Sam rolled his eyes. He made a face to offset the compliment he just gave Bucky. “Don’t just gape at her the entire time with your jaw hanging. For crying out loud, man, smile.”

He threatened to make the call himself if Bucky doesn’t show up first thing next day. “And believe me I will tell them you specifically wanted a compartment for lotion and a box of tissues.”

Bucky found himself in the admin building the next day, wondering why both hands felt clammy and wishing his metal arm wouldn’t make so much noise when he’s in distress. The Vibranium plates shifted and whirred in the background as he sat in the lobby. It’s subtle enough that most people don’t notice it, but he hears it.

A few minutes before the appointment, the door opened and she waved him in. As soon as the conversation started, he forgot why he was so nervous in the first place. She took notes, smiling when he joked about connecting his arm to the WiFi and reciprocating with a funny story about her overdue DIY projects at home.

He absorbed every detail. Her handwriting was worse than Sam’s but she’s thorough. He could tell she was good at her job. She listened to understand what he needed. When he explained the specifications for the desk, she didn’t pretend to know how Vibranium should be stored - she admitted her limited knowledge and asked him to elaborate. She invited him to provide input and for almost 45 minutes, Bucky sat comfortably, his mechanical arm stopped beeping and squealing, and he chuckled at the appropriate moments.

More importantly, he learned that she shared a flat with a close friend from college who she was not dating. Or in love with, as far as he could tell.

She surprised him by asking if he wanted more furniture for his place. Suddenly, she couldn’t meet his eyes. “Just that… I noticed most people in the team requested couches and lamps when they moved in. Sometimes art on the wall or a plant can make the apartments feel more homey. Or a popcorn maker, if you’re into… popcorn.” She paused and bit her lip, worried she might be overstepping.

The armrests squeak in protest. He'd been gripping them as he hung on to her every word.

She smoothed the page over with her palm and finally gave him an open and unassuming smile. “What I wanted to say was - we can help you pick out a few things. We just need to know your preferences. But this is all up to you.”

“We?” Living in the compound meant he didn’t need to watch his back all the time. Steve explained Stark’s stringent hiring process and background checks for all employees but that didn’t make it easier for Bucky to trust people.

Her embarrassment thawed him. “Well - me, mainly. It’s kind of a one woman team.” She tucked a strand of hair behind an ear. “But everyone thinks it’s a superb team.” She gave him a confused smile, as if she wanted to take back what she just said about herself.

“I like science fiction,” he blurted out. He once spent four days hanging by his arms in an underground cell somewhere cold, and his captors gave up trying to get information out of him. As she was about to scribble a note, he put a hand on the table. “But don’t write that down. Please.”

He heard Sam’s voice warning him. Don’t make this weird . Bucky took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Can I - can I come back after thinking about it?” He felt proud of coming up with that. A compelling and totally logical excuse to talk to her again.

Bucky Barnes might actually have what it takes to ask her out to dinner one day.

That evening Bucky studied his sparsely furnished apartment at the compound. He didn’t have much that wasn’t irreplaceable. Everything that mattered fit in one backpack. He dragged it around the world and it was ready to fall apart any day now. It’s not that he planned on disappearing again, but this practice kept him alive. Fewer possessions allowed him to move quickly from one place to another for years, hiding from everybody who needed something from him. Governments, terrorists and organized crime, even from Steve and the Avengers.

“Of course. Yes. You have my number.”

Bucky nodded. He didn't trust himself not to yell and whoop from sheer happiness. Now he had her last name and number.

There was a small package waiting for “Sergeant James Barnes” in the lobby a few days later. He recognized her handwriting immediately. The E’s that can easily be mistaken for I’s and the M that - well it doesn’t resemble any letter in the Latin alphabet. Her B is confident though, and he indulges himself in a fantasy that she’s been practicing scrawling “Bucky” in her notebook.

Clutching the box with his arm, he took the stairs two steps at a time, only stopping when he reached the floor he shared with Steve and Sam.

He set the cardboard on the counter as soon as he entered the unit. Bucky carefully pried the tape off using his steady metal hand because his right shook in anticipation. He found four paperback novels inside a paper bag and a note.

“Bucky - there’s a second-hand bookstore around where I live. I don’t know if you’ve read any of these, but they are certified sci-fi classics. According to Goodreads. Feel free to correct me.”

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and reread the message. She wanted to hear from him again.

Her name was scribbled at the end of the note. Bucky thumbed the piece of paper, fighting back a giddy smile. He immediately slipped it between the pages of his journal and placed the books next to his bed. He’s read the titles before, one of them five times, but he couldn’t wait to settle in with the books she chose for him.

He folded the brown paper bag, reciting the store’s name and address under his breath.

After three months of dating, Bucky had been strong-armed by Natasha to introduce her to the rest of the team.

“Why would I do that?” He asked his teammate. He wanted to keep her to himself; it was selfish, not to mention impossible, and Bucky knew this, but she’s now the most important thing in his life. It’s irrational, but the fact that he can’t put her in his bag together with everything precious to him, was a source of anxiety.

From their first conversation, he knew without a doubt the great lengths he’d go to protect her. To care for her. To make her feel loved and worshipped everyday.

Natasha gave him an incredulous look. “So we can keep an eye on her, dummy, when you’re halfway around the world working on a two-day assignment, dummy, especially when two days become a week for who knows why? Dummy.”

He doesn’t regret introducing her to this group of highly-skilled misfits he reluctantly thinks of as family. She fits in so well, sometimes Bucky forgets she hasn’t known them for years. It feels like it somehow. He remembers his life before her, the isolation and solitude that felt like a life sentence but he doesn’t feel the loneliness anymore.

All he knows now is the kindness of her touch, the light in her eyes - brighter it seems, inexplicably, when she sees him - and Bucky finally understands the difference between having a secure place to stash your knife collection and having a place to call home.

It tickles him, the realization that sometimes, home isn't a place but a person.

He doesn’t even regret that Natasha might be worse than Sam when it comes to hitting on his girlfriend.

Natasha and Steve are back from a two-week assignment and no one is clear on the details but when she returns from a trip and asks if people want to go for a beer and pizza, the only answer is “let’s go.”

He’s not surprised that his girlfriend receives the invitation first. “Boyfriend optional,” the text reads.

“Optional.” He scoffs and returns her phone when she passes him in the living room. She’s clearing the kitchen table even if she doesn’t have to. She insists because he took care of dinner, which is a pretty generous way of describing how he ordered food from a Chinese restaurant online.

The following day, the team meets at the bar a little after seven, and Natasha ignores all the men. “I like this, what’s this?” The woman with rich auburn hair stands next to her, brushing a nose to her temple. “You smell great.” There isn’t an inch between the two women and Bucky knows they've captured everyone's attention.

There are still a few places in the outskirts of New York where the group can enjoy the occasional drink without worrying about reporters or tourists or fans. This particular dive bar is a 30-minute drive north from the compound. The locals are used to their visits, but the women make it hard for people not to watch.

His girlfriend doesn’t help matters when she fixes Natasha’s collar, smoothing the leather slowly and singing praises about Natasha’s winged liner. Bucky doesn’t have a clue what a wing line is. He assumes it has nothing to do with the gun Romanoff’s packing but he’s not going to ask.

Natasha slaps her ass cheekily. The Russian ex-spy rests a hand on his girlfriend’s hip and raises a brow at Bucky, daring him to comment on it.

She grabs Natasha by the hips too and initiates some sort of dance, one that has nothing to do with moving in time with the music. It's about making your dance partner laugh.

Bucky is only too familiar with this move because she tries it on him back home with varying levels of success. He wasn’t comfortable with dancing. While the metal arm proved to be useful when it came to busting down doors and firing rocket launchers, the prosthetic wasn’t built for creative expression. It’s heavy. It’s not meant to be thrown in the air and waved around like he didn’t care. He could knock a person out accidentally.

She is unfazed by his reluctance. As soon as the music is on, she's yanking on his belt loops or wrapping her arms around his neck. It doesn't matter whether he’s frying bacon or screwing bolts to her door because she lives on the second floor. (Her neighbors seemed harmless, but Bucky only trusts a handful of people and only one of them lived in that apartment building, and he figures if that person moved in with him, he would breathe a little easier and sleep a lot better.)

“Terrible dancers,” Sam proclaims, and it’s meant to goad Natasha into bending low, swaying her hips, bumping into her with such energy, Bucky’s girlfriend stumbles back with an impressed laugh.

Even Steve is blushing furiously because he’s amused by all of this. He’s trying his best to not laugh, out of loyalty to Bucky. He’s supposed to be the grown up here, even though he’s just as bad as the rest of them when he gets in the mood.

Bucky amends the rule to: The next person to hit on his girl who isn’t Romanoff or Wilson will have to die.

He’s no saint. He can’t guarantee safe passage to anyone who so much as breathes next to her - the only person capable of both enraging him and bringing him back down when he's seeing red - the wrong way.

Natasha dotes on her because she doesn’t ask about field work or extraction plans and the only time she brought up stealing information around the petite redhead was in the context of fishing for details on whether Bucky had introduced other people to their tight-knit semi-functional circle before.

She says Nat wants her opinion on skincare products and whether or not ponytails are a sign of giving up on dating. They shop for yoga pants online and paint each other's nails.

Natasha tires of dancing and hands her a vodka shot. She gives Bucky an apologetic glance.

He winks to let her know she should enjoy herself. Steve hands Bucky a pool stick and he is steered to the corner where a tired pool table waits. A steady stroke and a pretty good aim can only take him so far though. Steve’s a shark. Sam’s surprisingly decent. Bucky lets them have their fun.

Besides, he is distracted by the giggling. He can’t help but raise his head when her laughter rings out. The pool table is off to the side of the bar but he has a clear line of sight to her. His hearing picks out the delighted, carefree cackling. He can tune it out, but why would he want to?

If he can sense her, Bucky knows he’s got everything he needs. Simple as that.

The boys play a few rounds on the table. Bucky is losing, predictably, and Sam is protesting some of the calls, which doesn’t shock anybody. Steve laughs them off because he wins round after round.

Natasha passes them on her way to the toilets. “I might be in love with her, Barnes.”

“I met her before you did!” Sam points out. “Get in line.”

There’s a smirk on Sam’s face that Bucky ignores. It turns into a scowl when Bucky sinks a tricky shot that threatens Sam’s second place ranking.

Even Bucky is surprised by the shot and his immediate reaction is to tell her about it. He sees her collide into a man ordering drinks at the bar.

She apologizes immediately, hands held out. The stranger must be confused, drunk, or has a death wish because he interprets the gesture as an invitation to venture into her personal space.

Bucky’s grip on the cue stick tightens. The man is stocky, tan, and dressed in a suit - definitely not local. Must be passing by after a business trip and planning to blow off some steam.

She nods at the stool next to her to let the guy know she’s got company. She’s being polite but not friendly. He is being purposely dense.

Bucky tells himself to wait. She has it under control and the last thing he wants is to break a stranger’s arm in front of her. Well, he’d like to break that guy’s face that’s for sure but he swore to keep her away from violence as long as he can help it.

“Man, take your turn or lose it,” Sam grumbles. When he realizes what’s got Bucky’s attention, he doesn’t waste a second putting his stick down. He walks away without giving Bucky or Steve a second glance.

“Let him handle it,” Steve advises Bucky. “Focus on not grabbing anyone’s neck this evening.” The tone is friendly but Steve has moved in front of him, undoubtedly to protect the entire bar from Bucky.

His jaw twitches and he is not making any promises. The dark-haired super soldier darts his eyes past his best friend to observe how Sam is handling the situation.

Some twenty feet away, Sam shakes the man’s hand. Diplomacy seems to work for a few seconds, until Bucky sees her shoulders tense again and Sam places a hand on her instead, a futile attempt to calm her down.

“Don’t tell me who I can or can’t call a misogynistic homophobic prick, ok, Sammy?” She glares at the man, defiant chin jutting out. “This asshole thinks I’m asking to be harrassed because I'm drinking off Nat’s glass? Because we're dancing with each other? God.” She paces behind Sam. “God!”

Natasha exits the toilets and in half a second she spots the huddle by the bar. Like Sam, she doesn’t waste time consulting Bucky or Steve. She dives in.

Steve sighs because now he has to protect the bar’s dubious clientele from Black Widow too. “Please.” He begs his best friend to stay where he is. He gives Bucky a desperate look before marching over to the group of people that has now grown to include a couple more men and behind them a few onlookers. It's nothing Natasha can't handle in her sleep, but they don't need the trouble.

Bucky keeps his attention on the little fireball he's crazy proud to call his girl. Now that all three of his friends surround her, she starts to understand how bad things can get for the offensive idiot and his equally dumb friends.

She turns to Bucky, as if to ask for help corralling his teammates but with a sharp breath she realizes there’s a reason he’s been asked to stay back. With a slight tilt of her head and a subtle grin, she reassures him. She’s fine.

Steve’s presence gives the strangers pause, a reason to cool down and back the hell up if they knew what was good for them. Bucky leans against the pool table, arms crossed and taking slow, deep breaths. The seconds pass and he prays that all this fuss would only amount to contempt and angry stares.

He just wants to go home with her.

Bucky likes the idea of coming home to her. It’s too soon, he figures. Things are great. He doesn’t have a reason to rush, apart from a nagging suspicion that he’s head over heels for this woman already.

He’s adjusting the sleeve over his prosthetic arm, the fabric tends to snag sometimes, when he hears it. Things are different now, but there was a time when a metal limb was the stuff of nightmares. Bucky always knew when a mortified gasp or mocking laugh is aimed at his disfigurement.

A disgusted sneer accompanying a man’s last words: “That the boyfriend? What’s wrong with him anyway?”

Bucky’s first thought is to throw the cue stick. It would pass between Sam’s and Steve’s heads and through the man’s eyes.

She is faster with her fist. The man falls back, collapsing onto his buddies, before Bucky could decide if he deserved a wooden stick through the lung instead.

“Whoa!” Sam stops her from throwing another punch. She’s ready to keep going. “Easy!” Natasha steps forward in case anyone thinks about responding in kind.

Over the commotion Bucky hears the softest gasp and it’s enough to spring him into action. She cradles her right wrist to her chest, wincing. Much to Steve’s agitation, Bucky walks over to her side, using his body to shield her from the crowd.

“Buck.” The blonde speaks with a low voice.

“Barnes,” Sam says at the same time.

Bucky blocks everything else when he reaches her. She automatically turns to him with worried eyes.

“I’m sorry!” She lets him inspect her hand. “I shouldn’t have said anything. But he was being a dick. Oh, I should’ve just…” Her voice trails off. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Didn't mean to cause trouble.”

She’s upset because she punched a guy who deserved a lot more than getting the wind knocked out of him.

Bucky’s hands tremble and his chest tightens as he checks for possible injury. “Did you curl your thumb like I showed you?”

She nods and he is momentarily filled with pride and a too familiar desire to kneel between her legs and make her scream his name repeatedly.

“Good.” His voice is thick with conflicting emotions. Lust. Fury. Worry. Impatience. All anchored by the strongest force, love. “You stood up for me,” he whispers. He caresses her wrist with his thumb.

Bucky swallows a lump in his throat. He sniffs. With her, he drops his defenses. He feels vulnerable yet free. He feels complete.

She flashes him a guilty smile. “Probably saved him a trip to the ER with this.” She gestures to her hand. The one he’s still holding on to. The one he never wants to let go of.

“Told you, you’re a lifesaver.” He brushes the hair from her face with his free hand.

She gazes at him like she’s forgotten about the bar, about the fact that Natasha and Sam are ready to burn this place down. Steve is not going to let them hear the end of this. He has nothing against starting fights, it’s his area of expertise in fact, but he has a thing about being allowed to play pool in peace.

“We should get this iced.”

“Is my hand going to be ok?”

“You’ll be fine.” Bucky chuckles and holds back a remark about what her magical hands can do. He accepts a pack of ice from Jerry, who runs the bar with his best friend Tom. It’s one of those things Bucky randomly remembers sometimes during a mission. He’s immobilizing five heavily armed goons. All of a sudden, he can’t stop laughing  about Tom and Jerry owning a bar in upstate New York. Steve’s right next to him, throwing people against the wall and wondering if he’s finally cracked and lost it.

She frowns at the men Steve and Sam are escorting out of the bar.

“Let’s pick up a couple of burgers and go home, yeah?” He has a few ideas about how to keep her mind off this incident.

“We’re going home guys!” She declares loudly, and no one can do anything about it.

As they exit using the door that leads to the back alley, she tugs on the hem of his shirt. "Bucky?"

"Hmmm?" He keeps a hand on the small of her back as they walk.

She stops walking abruptly and his super human reflexes save them from bumping into each other. But this is one collision she welcomes. She grabs the collar of his jacket with her left hand. She's going to tell him something important, Bucky feels it in his gut. It's in the way she holds him close, her breathing picks up, and her eyes lock into his.

The alley is silent and in that moment, there are only two people in the world. In the back of his head, Bucky thinks about how he's never thought about marriage until now.

“I’ll get Sam and Natasha to stop annoying you. It’s my fault it’s gone on long enough.” She tiptoes and her lips brush against his cheek as she apologizes for something he never considered her fault. It's nobody's fault really.

“I just thought… they’re messing with you, and if I join in, then it makes me part of the gang. And I want to be in the gang because you’re in the gang.” She blinks at him slowly, seeking his forgiveness.

“Stop saying gang, baby, you’re killing me.” Bucky kisses her forehead and he feels her smiling against his chest.

“But I am in the gang, right?”

“We can ask Steve on Monday.” Bucky leads her to where he parked the bike. Maybe he should borrow Sam’s car instead, in case her hand hurts more than she’s letting on.

“I thought Nat ran the crew.” She gestures for him to get on the heritage model bike.

He puts the full face helmet over her head, careful not to pull on her hair. “Yeah, but I think we already know how she feels about you.”

“Uh-huh.” She doesn’t mount the bike until he reaches for his head gear too.

He offers a hand and she climbs behind him, sliding against his back, arms snapping around Bucky's waist like clockwork. She pats his leg, letting him know she’s ready. They worked out a system months ago. Bucky rubs her arm idly. He’s supposed to pat it in acknowledgement and she’ll remind him about the system when they get back to his place.

"You get hurt riding the bike, you're going to wish you'd died instead. Don't test me on that one, Bucky Barnes." She'd say something along those lines, and she'll do it before a kiss or after making him a cup of coffee.

Bucky smiles and decides, the next person to hit on his girl…well, let them try.

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Finders Keepers || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: you and bucky have been dating for years and just as he finally finds the courage to pop the question, he loses your engagement ring.

a/n: happy weekend! reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none, pure fluff

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“Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I should just wait.” Bucky said, pacing back and forth across the bridge.

Watching his friend nervously fiddle with the tiny velvet box in his hand, Sam chuckled pushing himself off of the railing.

“Buck, stop stressing out, man.” Sam laughed. “She’s going to say yes.”

Making his way over to Sam, leaning over the railing, Bucky sighed staring at the reflection of the streetlamps glowing in the water of the river beneath him.

“You don’t know that.” He said. “She could say no. She deserves better than some bridge, maybe-”

“Buck, if I know Y/n she’s going to think this is ten times better than anything else you could throw together.” Sam assured his friend. “You guys met on this bridge fighting one of the big three... that’s pretty romantic if you ask me.”

“There’s no such thing as the ‘big three’.”

“Of course there is, but because I’m such a good wingman- I’m gonna let it slide for the night.” He said, leaning over the railing beside his friend. “Do you remember the size of that android? If she didn’t find out about her mutation right then and there your ass would be dead right now.”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh because he knew that he was absolutely right.

The two of you had met two years ago to that exact day in the place where he and Sam were standing right now. Bucky and some of the other Avengers, including Sam, had been fighting a ginormous Android. Just as the fight was heading increasingly south and Bucky had come to terms with the fact that his overextended life would be ending sooner than he thought, he watched as the fist that was about to pound his body into the ground halted in midair.

He was shocked. He was sure he was going to die. He was even ready to welcome it, but when he looked around, trying to find out why the android would stop so suddenly, he glanced to the side only to meet your wide eyes, arms extended outwards toward the android. Despite the fact that he could tell that the android was struggling to move, he watched as you lifted your arms, the android rising into the air until you swung your arms, throwing the it into the river beside the bridge.

Once the initial splash of water had washed over the bridge, Bucky immediately pushed himself off of the ground, running to find you. When he did, he discovered you, soaking wet on the ground, staring back up at him.

“I... I don’t-”

You scrambled to find words to say to him- to explain what had just happened even though you didn’t even understand it yourself- but Bucky didn’t even care. He was in awe.

“You- you saved my life.” Bucky said before realizing that you were still on the ground and he reached his hand out to you. “What’s your name?”

Glancing at his hand for split moment, you grabbed it, pulling yourself to your feet.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n.” He said testing the sound of your name in his mouth before smiling. “I’m Bucky.”

From that day, you and him had been inseparable, beginning to date not long after. On the day he asked you to be his, he knew that that was the last time he was ever going to be asking anyone that question because you were it for him. He was completely and utterly yours and he didn’t want anyone- or anything- else.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” Bucky smiled, snapping himself back into the moment.

Watching the smile on his friend’s face, Sam couldn’t help but smile in return, patting his friend on the back.

“She should be coming by soon, right?” He asked. “Sure you’ve got the ring in there and everything?”

Flipping open the lid of the tiny box, Bucky picked up the ring that was sitting inside, turning it around to watch as it shined under the streetlight.

“You’re the one who helped me pick it out.” Bucky said, glancing over his shoulder at Sam. “If you change your mind now I think I’ll throw you over this bridge.”

“It’s great, Buck-”

“Hey! Buck!” They heard your familiar voice shout.

You were here early.

Shit.

Afraid you would catch him with the ring in his hand, Bucky scrambled to place it back in the box, but as he did the ring slipped from his fingers. Juggling to catch it, he leaned further over the railing. Just when he was sure that he caught the ring however, it slid off of his vibranium hand and into the water with a tiny pop.

“Shit!” He swore to himself.

“Holy shit!” Sam exclaimed in a hushed voice. “Did you just drop the ring?”

“Yes I just dropped the ring, Sam!” Bucky whisper shouted. “You’re not helping! Shit. Shit. Shit! What do I do?”

Glancing over his shoulder, watching your figure quickly approaching the both of them, Sam grabbed the box from his hands, shoving it in Bucky’s jacket pocket.

“Listen! It’s gonna be fine.” Sam assured him, patting his friend on the chest. “Just ask her, okay?”

Glaring at his friend as Sam began to back up in the opposite direction, Bucky yelled once again in a hushed voice.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that without a ring?”

But before Sam could answer, you came up behind Bucky, resting your hand on his shoulder. When Bucky glanced back at where Sam had been, he had already taken off into the darkness.

Taking a deep breath, telling himself that everything would be okay, Bucky turned around to face you.

He didn’t have to fake the smile that immediately met his face as soon as he looked at you. 

You always managed to take his breath away.

“Hi doll.” He smiled, resting his hands on your waist.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Hi baby.” You smiled. “So, what’s the occasion? Why did you ask me to meet you here?”

Admiring the way you looked standing underneath the glow of the streetlamp above him, he tried to relax, remembering the speech he had been practicing in front of mirrors and Sam for weeks.

“Do you remember the last time we were here?” He asked.

Of course you did. How could you forget?

“Of course I do, Buck.” You laughed. “How could I forget saving the love of my life’s life?’

It was crazy how still after everything he had gone through and two years together with you, he could still feel his heart skip a beat when you called him the love of your life.

“Well I- I asked you to come here because I wanted to ask you something.” He said removing his hands from your your waist, instead taking your hands from around his neck and holding them in his.

As soon as he said that he had wanted to ask you something, your heart began to race in your chest. Was he doing it? Was he finally going to propose to you? The two of you had discussed marriage before, so it wouldn’t be a shock, but you never knew when he was going to ask. Or how.

When he backed away from you, your hands still in his, you watched as he kneeled in front of you, his eyes meeting yours.

He was doing it. He was really going to do it.

“Y/n.” He said.

“Yes?” You asked, not being able to help the smile on your face.

“Um,” Bucky began, able to hear the shakiness in his voice before he cleared his throat. “I uh... I know you’re already guessing what I’m doing right now, but I have this whole speech and everything so just bare with me okay?”

You nodded. 

“Of course, Buck.”

“When I had my mind cleared back in Wakanda and came back from the blip, I didn't think I would ever have a normal life again, you know? I thought all this dating stuff was behind me and I was just going to be that guy who fights people with a metal arm.” He chuckled. “When you saved me right here two years ago, I thought I was going to die this miserable 100 year-old guy and I just accepted it, but then you threw that dumb hunk of metal in that water and- this sounds really cheesy but Sam said I should say it anyway- you saved my life, but you also saved me. You gave me another chance at life and I don’t ever want to live it without you, so...”

You felt as his hands dropped yours and watched as he pat his jacket pockets before slipping his hands inside of one of them, pulling out a small velvet box.

“Will you marry me?”

He didn’t even have time to open the box before you nodded, a bright smile gracing your face.

“Yes.” You laughed. “Of course I’ll marry you, Buck. Is that even a question?”

Glancing between the box in his hands and you he chuckled nervously.

“Yeah?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, laughing.

Pushing himself back onto his feet once again, Bucky pulled you close to him, only the box separating the two of you.

“Save my ass one more time?” He asked.

As he did, he opened the lid of the box to reveal... nothing.

There was no ring in sight, only the empty cushion where you would have expected one to be.

Furrowing your eyebrows you looked up at your fiancé.

“Did you....” You tried to piece the situation together, taking the box in your own hands. “Did you lose it?”

“I dropped it in the water when I heard you coming.” He admitted.

Not being able to help yourself, you laughed thinking about your fiancé being so nervous he dropped your ring into the water moments before proposing to you.

“Where?” You asked.

Rather than answering, he guided you over to the bridge’s railing, pointing at the water below.

“It slipped somewhere over here.”

Rather than teasing him once again for dropping your engagement ring in the river minutes before proposing, you leaned over the ledge of the bridge, stretching your arms out. As you did so, you felt Bucky come up behind you, resting his hands on your waist while he tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, peeking over your shoulder at the water below.

Sensing the piece of metal, you pulled your arms forward, bringing the ring to the surface. When it landed in your hand, you leaned back into your fiancé’s chest, slowly opening your hand to reveal the gorgeous ring resting in your palm.

“Oh Buck.” You cooed. “It’s perfect.”

Taking the ring between your fingers, you slipped it onto your ring finger, stretching your hand out to admire the ring he had chosen for you to symbolize your commitment to one another for the rest of your lives.

“Finders keepers.” You teased him, laughing as you showed off your ring.

Wrapping his arms around your torso, you felt as he pressed a kiss to your cheek from behind.

“That’s fine by me, doll.” He hummed. “As long as I get to keep you.”

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Ready to comply [Android!Bucky x Fem!reader] chapter 2

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Chapter summary: You're dizzy drunk last night, though you could vaguely remembered some of what happened. One of them is sticking one of your invention of that poor android's arm, deactivated it in the process.

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It was early in the morning when you woke up with a massive headache, quickly taking the ibuprofen that's resting on your nightstand, although not remebring putting it there before sleeping.

Too tired to think about it, you took the medicine before making your way out of your bedroom.

"Good morning, (Y/n)."

"Son of a bitch! Who the hell are you?!" You screeched, placing a hand on your chest. Eyes still a bit blurry from sleep, you squinted them and saw an android standing still in the middle of your kitchen. Its hand behind its back, standing straight while staring blankly at you.

"Hello (Y/n), my name is... Bucky. Android B107 of CyberStark. Serial number; 103-678-3--" He began reciting his serial number all while scanning you from head to toe, although it looks like his checking you out.

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[(Y/n);;; vital signs: 14% elevated ; "head"pain level>> 36%]

"Okay-okay! I remember now, fuck." You rubbed your temple while letting out an exasperated sigh. "Your making my headache worse."

["Head"pain level>> 40%]

"You asked me who I was, (Y/n)," Bucky points out matter-of-factly causing you to raise an eyebrow.

You scoffed, giving him a once over. "For an android, you sure are cocky. How long have you been standing there in my kitchen looking like a creep?"

"I've been standing here for approximately five hours, forty-three minutes and sixteen seconds."

You scrunched up your face before rolling your eyes, muttering a small "fucking creep" before making your way towards the stove to cook yourself some breakfast - surprise, surprise.

The android is completely unaffected by your words, turning his heels and started looking around your living area, scanning anything and everything like all androids would when positioned in a new environment.

Bucky is silent as a ghost as he walks around the living room and it slightly makes you uncomfortable knowing there is someone-- an android-- with you right this at moment inside your apartment yet not hearing anything.

It's like you're aware that there's a ghost beside you - it's just silent but it's there.

"So," you started, trying to fill in the silence. "What kind of android are you?" You're his owner right? Might as well get to know the android you've bought.

Bucky looks up from your plastic plant in the corner of the living room, eyes darting to the side to look at you. When he saw your back is faced towards him, he looks back down on the other plant -- this time, it's real-- beside the plastic one while answering your question.

"I'm a protector. My mission is to keep the humans safe."

The pancake you are cooking began to bubble on top and kept your eyes locked onto it as you questioned Bucky. "What? Like a bodyguard of some sort?"

Bucky turn his attention to the coffee table, analyzing the contents scattered on top of it. There's an empty pizza box and a half full uncapped bottle of coke, a bag of empty chips and a few used tissues with grease all over them; obviously from the pizzas and chips.

"You could say that."

His answer slightly surprised you, turning your cheek at him but not looking as your eyes focused on the tiled floor. "What?"

"I am programmed with skills most androids don't have. I am not like the DX line model for my biocomponents are much more advanced and my body can withstand most bullets and harsh climates," he explained whilst gently grabbing a picture frame.

It's a picture of a teenage girl holding the hand of another girl that looks exactly like you; much more younger and small, both smiling brightly at the camera.

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[Niki (L/n); age: 38 ;; year of birth: 3014 occupation: model at 'south of CSCV', and also known as Serpent]

[History: Adoptive daughter of (M/n) and (F/n) (L/n).]

"What kind of bullet is the most critical yet you can still handle?" Bucky heard you asked from the kitchen as the words and numbers cleared out in his vision.

".700 Nitro bullets." He answered, placing the frame back exactly where it belongs, like it never been moved in the first place. Bright blue eyes scanning the new information that appears in front that only he could see. His LED flickering from blue to orange then back.

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[(M/n); deceased, (F/n); missing ;; two daughters>> Nicki (L/n) and (Y/n) (L/n)]

"You're kidding me, right?" You flipped the second pancake before turning your whole body around to face your android, crossing your arms over your chest.

[New information found regarding (Y/n);acquaintance >> surname: (L/n)]

Bucky simply stares back at you with his usual blank, calculating eyes. "I am not," he replied.

"And CyberStark is planning on selling androids like you to the public?" That's downright stupid and dangerous. If an android like him gets into the wrong hands, who knows what could happened.

"It seems so." Bucky must've finished scanning your whole entire living room as he just stands there in the middle of the room. His arms behind his back and his posture straight as ever, awaiting to assist you if needed.

He doesn't really have to do that. You don't own him, he just followed you out of the store for reasons unknown to him. You're just the person who bought it... by force, too caught up on being drunk to actually know-- remeber-- what you've done.

You whistled, turning your attention back at your pancake. Not to your surprise, it's slightly burnt.

"Anything else I need to know about your model?"

Bucky answered without any hesitation. "As a prototype, CyberStark built me with two thirium pumps and if the public and the government ever approve with my model, CyberStark will change the design to the usual one thirium pump paper android like the normal android design." A pause. "I am also programmed to be able to engage on sexual intercourse."

"Fucking hell, a personal bodyguard and also a sex android? That's what I call 'safe and satisfied'," you smirked, picking up your plate of pancakes and began making your way to the living room.

You really have to try that later

You plopped down on your couch and started stuffing your face with your maple syrup drenched pancakes. It's not the best but you could care less.

Bucky's eyes follows you, not noticing the small click that sounded like a camera the moment he blinked his eyes.

"How much did I paid for you? A million?" You laughed. "My sister would be pissed!"

Bucky watched as you stuff your face with the greasy looking pancakes, contemplating if he should tell the truth about you not actually paying for anything-- basically stealing him from the shop-- or not.

"Wait, you said you're a prototype." You slowly chewed on your food, lifting up your head to look at him with a horrified look plastered on your face as the realization sets in.

"Oh shit. You're the prototype.... Oh, fuck, please tell me I'm wrong."

You're dizzy drunk last night, though you could vaguely remembered some of what happened. One of them is sticking one of your invention of that poor android's arm, deactivated it in the process.

Poor android, only doing it's job.

"You are correct." Bucky nodded his head before asking politely, "Is there something wrong?"

You were about to retort when a sound of loud knocking cuts you off before you can even open your mouth, making the two of you snaps your heads towards the door.

You cursed under your breath and moved your plate on top of the pizza box considering there's no more room to place it in the coffee table, and cautiously made your way to the door.

Glancing at the small screen attached to your door, you saw two men wearing suits and ties with matching sunglasses. One of them knocked a few more times before stepping back, both looking up where the small camera is placed, waiting patiently.

Bucky immediately goes and stood behind you, hands to his side and chest puffs out as he waits for your next move or his built in instinct, really.

Opening the door where only half of your face could be seen from the outside, you greeted the two men in suits. More like snapped a harsh, "What?"

Fuck being polite, they look sketchy as hell.

"We just wanted to ask you if you have a B107 android inside?" The bald one asked, his tone monotonous and gruff.

It took you all the willpower to keep your eyes at the two, silently hoping they wouldn't see the tall android behind you.

"Never heard about that model before. New?" You casually asked, resuming your act of innocence.

"Can we look inside?" The other man asked, ignoring your question. If it weren't for the lack of LED on their temples, you would've thought they were androids.

Unless they removed it, but you doubt they would do such thing. Only deviants have the 'guts' to physical remove their LEDs, which considered as a symbol of enslavement.

The revolution between humans and androids happened decades ago, androids are set free and finally have their own rights. Some became deviants, but some stayed the same; stone-faced, unsentimental machines.

But the two men in front of you, they look like they work for someone and you are certain it's not for CyberStark. You instantly knew because they don't have those shiny CyberStark logo pins.

"Why? I just told you, I never heard about a B107 before."

"Let us inside or we let ourselves in by force."

This is the moment you knew that they knew what you've done, that you have the android they are looking for.

"Fuck you," you growled before slamming the door shut, emergency locking it.

You quickly took Bucky's hand and sprint inside your bedroom, also locking it behind you. You grab your backpack from the hook behind your door and run towards your desk where your laptop, small gadgets, and inventions are messily set, shoving all of them as fast as you can.

The android analyzed your frantic movement, on guard as he quickly noted that the two men from outside are a threat.

"Bucky, let's go!"

"Where are we going, (Y/n)?" He calmly asked, tilting his head to the side.

You opened the window and slipped a leg out, glaring harshly at the android. "I don't know, but hopefully not in jail."

You both heard the front door slammed open and two sets of heavy footsteps sprinting towards your room.

Your heart jumps in fright and screamed at the android who is still calmly standing inside your room. Is he serious? Did you just bought a defective prototype of an android?!

"Come on you fucking scrap meta--" Your breath hitched when you saw one of his eyes quickly turned bright orange.

Bang!

🎧 Bang! bang! Into the room, I know you want it 🎶