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Come back to me

Bucky barnes x reader

It couldn't have been a worst time for her phone to ring. Her hands her elbow deep in a bowl of almost bread dough, her Playlist being interrupted by the ringtone she set for Steve.

"Answer call," she said, starting to pry her hands from the sticky doughy mess.

"Hey," Steve's voice came through the phone. "We need you." He said.

"Steve, its dont do missions anymore." She said, managing to get a hand clean of dough.

"Its Buck, he.. the winter soldier.. look we just need you, ok.?" Steve stammered on. She picked up the phone, grabbing her keys and abandoning the raw dough as she left the apartment.

"Im on my way," she said. When she got to the compound, the dough and flour had dried and crushed on her arms and hand.

"Whats on your arms.?" Natasha asked as she walked in.

"Dough, I was making bread. Where is he.? What happened.?" She asked.

"We were working on trying to free him from the code words and well.. it didnt work." Steve explained. "Thankfully I can take a hit or two from a super soldier." He said.

"Where is he.?" She asked again. Steve lead her to the room where he was. She could tell a fight had happened by the state of the furniture. But his eyes. They were watching her from the corner of the room. "I got it from here, Steven." She said, closing the door behind her and trapping the two in the dim light above.

"You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice low. But it wasn't buckys voice. It was the winter soldiers.

"Well, you're right. I got a dough ball waiting on my counter." She said walking closer. His eyes watched her as she approached.

"Don't," he said. But she didn't listen. She never listened. He had backed himself into a corner too.

"James, come back to me," she said. Reaching up and cupping his face.

When he didn't pull away, she brought her other hand up to the other side of his face. His eyes closed as she leaned up and pressed her forehead to his. He relaxed into her touch before he crumbled to his knees. His arms were wrapped around her and his face was jn her abdomen. She was lightly playing with his hair, doing her best not to get dough in it. His breathing was labored still but slowly coming back to a regular rhythm.

"I told them not to call you.." he mumbled against her shirt. She dropped dor her knees infront of him as he sat back on his heels. "I told steve it was a bad idea.." he cursed, looking at his hands. Her hands slid into his and he finally noticed the crusted dry dough on her arms. His fingers gently traced up to her elbow where the flour line stopped.

"Hey, look at me," she said. He looked up into her eyes, his already red and brimming with tears. "Its going to be ok, you're back. Ill always be here to bring you back." She said. He reached out to her a bit gently pulling her closer as he moved to sit on his ass. She straddled him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his arms around her back as he rested his forehead on her chest. His body shook slightly under her as he let the silent sobs leave his chest.

"I.. did I hurt anyone..?" He whispered. She huffed out a laugh, tracing patterns on the back of his shirt.

"Steven has a bruised reputation as the strongest super soldier," she said. That earned a slight laugh from him. But he still sat there, his arms around her back and his face in her chest. Slowly, he slid her off his lap and they got up.

"I made a mess.." he said, looking around the room.

"This is nothing, you should see my kitchen," she said. He looked at her and let put a soft chuckle before pulling her into his chest.

"Thank you, darlin, for bring me back" he whispered. She leaned into him, kissing his cheek.

"Anytime, James," she said.

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Blood Lust ii

Modern! Super Soldier! Bucky Barnes x Salvatore! Reader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI

This is a preview for part 2!!

Bucky was pacing, trying to tune out the rest of the room. How could they be so calm.? Their sister was taken. They stood around drinking like it was a regular occurrence.

"Relax, lover boy," Damon said. "She's my sister, she'll walk trough that door any moment." He said, taking a drink. Bucky stopped his pacing and walked over to Damon, taking the glass and throwing it against the wall behind him.

"Shes been taken and you stand here drinking," he said, his voice low. "She was right, we never should've come here." He turned to leave when Damon sped infront of him.

"Why are you so sure shes been taken.?" He said. Bucky dangled his dogtags from his fist.

"If she just left, if she was anything but taken, she would have these." He said before walking out to his car. If her brothers wouldn't help, he had friends that would.

"Where are you going.?" Stefen called, walking down the steps to him. Damon followed, wanting to get revenge for his spilled bourbon.

"I have some friends who will be able to help me find the woman I love," Bucky said, opening the trunk to grab out his go bad with his work phone.

"Damon," Stefen said and Damon rolled his eyes.

"I'll help too," he said, walking over ti Bucky. Bucky squinted at Damon.

"We take my car, I make the rules and no one drives my car except me and your sister." He said, grabbing out his handgun and closing the trunk.

"Fine." Damon said. Bucky walked to the driver side, dialing a number. "I'll bring our sister home, Steffie," Damon said before going and getting in the passenger side.

"Hey, Steve. I have a favor to ask." Bucky said into the phone.

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Modern! Super Soldier! Bucky Barnes x Salvatore! Reader

Blood lust - part 1

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Blood Lust

Modern! Super Soldier! Bucky Barnes x Salvatore! Reader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Smut, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, Damon and Stefen being over protective

Y/n was amazed by the lights and all the amazing contraptions. This week was Brooklyn, and the big sparkly sign above her head read Coney Island. She turned to look for him. Fear started to creep in, people pushing past her. She lost her footing and fell right into the warm embrace of a stranger.

"Woah, careful doll," a smooth voice said. She looked up into beautiful blue eyes like the sea after a storm.

"Ah, Sargent James Barnes," she said. He gave her a boyish smile, taking her in in her apricot white dress.

"At your service, darlin," he said, offering a hand. She smiled, her gloved hand slipping into his. "Allow me to be your personal escort for the joys of the night,"

"Why, Sargent Barnes, if i didn't know anything better, I'd say you were courting me," she said. He gave her a wink and kissed her knuckles soft.

"Perhaps I am," he said. God, he always smelled so good, too good. She could hear his heart beat under his broad chest, his pulse under the stubble of his jaw.

"Perhaps I will let you," she said, her dress swaying with her slight movements. "Where would you take me first.?" He held his left arm out to her, his metal arm. She hooked her arm around his, allowing him to lead her through the ticket booth.

"Follow me, darlin, I'll show you the best sights," he said. And he delivered, all the rides, games, and treats she could possibly ask for and more. Then there was the walk on the beach, the breeze, the privacy.

"James.." she whispered, pulling him to a stop. He looked at her, his hands taking hers in his.

"You need to feed, darlin.?" He asked, cupping her face in his hands. One human, one metal.

"Yes," she whispered. He tilted his head, his neck exposed for her.

"Anything you ask shall be yours, darlin," he said. Her lips met his skin before her fangs sank into the vien on his neck. He groaned, his hands at her waist and pulling her closer. She pulled back a bit before he picked her up by the thighs, her legs hooked over his hips.

Her back hit the wall before her teeth sank back into his neck. The door to his loft slammed shut behind them, his hands strong as he held her up.

"Mm, you spoil me James," she whispered in his ear. He chuckled before he went to the bedroom with her. His hands had worked her dress off, and it fell to the floor in a pile.

"My little vampire princess deserves only the best," he said, dropping her on the bed. She felt her body blush under the heat of his gaze, a small trail of his blood sliding down his broad chest. He pulled his hair back into a bun, a few strands falling beside his face as he dipped detween her thighs. "Its my turn to feed on you, doll," he said before his mouth met her dripping cunt. Her head flew back into the pillows, his scent completely wrapping around her. It was intoxicating.

"Oh, fuck, James," she moaned out, her body already quivering under him. He took his time on her, kissing and sucking and bitting every piece of skin he could. He gave a sharp bite to the flesh where her thigh met her ass and she shot up, a loud moan coming from her lips.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking sweet. My good little vampire," he said, kissing up her body to her lips. She could taste herself on his tounge, his throbbing length sliding along her wetness. Her tounge licked up the dried trail of blood to the already healing bite mark on his neck. He groaned before lifting her hips a bit and plunging into her. Her legs were over his hips as he held her up against his body, bottoming out with each thrust.

"A-ah," she gasped, falling back into the pillows. He pinned her hands above her head with his metal hand, her legs hooked over his hips as he rocked into her. His hips met hers at an inhuman pace it was a miracle his bed didn't break. Then again, he did have it reinforced for that specific reason. Her moans and gasps filled the loft and echoed in his ears as he brought her to her end.

"We're not done, doll," he whispered huskily, kissing her lips as he rolled his hips into her. "I'll make sure this sweet cunt remembers me for an eternity," he growled before he pulled almost all they way out and bottoming out in a single movement. If she were human, he would've stolen the breath from her lungs. He still had her hands pinned above her head, sliding that silk ribbon he'd left on the bed post just for her. Just for moments like this.

"James, you tying me up.?" She asked him, a slight teasing tone in her voice. He chuckled as he tightened the ribbon around her wrists, topping off with a little bow. The whole time, his hips were rolling into her at a slow and agonizing pace.

"I want my hands free, darlin," he said, sliding his fingers down her arms and sides. She shivered against him, her legs clenching against his hips. He chuckled again, his hips rocking forward and stilling inside her. "You're so needy for me, only i can make this pussy feel good, huh.?" He asked, gently circling his metal thumb on her clit.

"Fuck, yes, James, please, I need you," she gasped out, trying to move her hips to get friction. His hands moved to her hips, holding them still as he angled himself to reach that spot. He pulled out and slammed back in, a scream ripped through her chest as another orgsm hit her. He fucked her through it, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Her mind was blank with the pleasure he was giving her, her climax coming harder as he relentlessly rocked into her.

"Oh, fuck, darlin, youre squeezing me so tight. Fuck, this sweet pussy. My beautiful vampire," he whispered, buring himself deep into her before he released. Her body quivered and shook under him as he rolled into her with each pump of cum.

After they were both done with their highs, he slowly slid out and getting a warm cloth to clean her. He gently untied her and kissed her wrists before sliding into bed next to her. "I love you," he whispered into her hair as he held her to his chest.

"I love you," she whispered back, a wide smile on her lips as she listened to his heartbeat. She closed her eyes, ready to get lost in this feeling.

"Are you sure about tomorrow.? We dont have to go, I can meet your brothers next century," he said. She giggled, tracing heart patterns on his chest.

"Unfortunately, love, if we dont go tomorrow, we won't go at all. I need to face them," she said, before sitting up on her elbows. "But we can always come home if it gets boring." She said. He pulled her into a kiss.

"As long as im with you, darlin, I'll be happy." He told her. She smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. He held her to his chest all night, them packing up early in the morning.

"Time to go home," she said before getting into the passenger seat.

Stefen was immitately on edge when he saw her walk in, Elena instantly noticing. She looked to see the woman who walked in, her raven black locks bouncing as she walked to the bar, ordering a drink.

"Who is she.?" Elena asked, looking at the woman. She had an off feeling about her, a feeling that told her she wasn't human. She looked almost out of place, wearing a mans red Henley tucked into her shorts.

"Y/n Salvatore. My sister." Stefen said, not taking his eyes off of her. A man walked in behind her, his brown hair in a bun and a metal arm wrapping around her waist. "Him, in the other hand, I don't know."

"Should we call Damon.?" Elena asked, looking at Stefen. But he already had his phone out and pressed to his ear. His eyes hadn't left the pair at the bar as they ordered drinks and laughed amongst themselves.

"Damon, we have a problem," Stefen said into the phone. Y/n turned her head to look at Stefen, smirking at him before whispering to the man. Stefen couldn't seem to hear what she was saying, though. Then the pair walked over to where Stefen and Elena were.

"Steffie, Kathrine." She said, eyeing Elena. "This is James, but you will call him Bucky," she said, grabbing the man's metal hand and pulled him closer to her. He kissed the top of her head, deciding to let her do the talking.

"Im not Kathrine," Elena said, shaking her head and looking at y/n.

"What.?" Y/n asked, squinting at her like she was speaking a forien language.

"Im Elena, her doppelganger," Elena clarified. Y/n looked her up and down, then looked at Stefen.

"That's creepy," she said.

"Y/n," Damon said, drawing everyone's attention. She smiled at him, shed always been closer to Damon.

"The one and only," she said, stepping into veiw. He smiled and held out his arms to her. She ran over to him and hugged him tight. Bucky watched with a cautious optimism.

"Welcome home little sis," Damon mumbled. An hour later the rest of the Mystic Falls gang sat in the Salvatore parlor. Y/n sat on Buckys lap, his metal arm around her waist and his flesh one tracing patterns on the exposed skin of her thighs.

"So, how long have you two been.. together.?" Caroline asked, trying to break the silence. The air was tense as both Salvatore brothers looked ready to kill the man that sat under their sister.

"Since the 40s. Its a long story," she said, her fingers tracing the grooves of the silver metal arm.

"Whats with the arm.?" Tyler asked.

"Its my reminder of the war, my 'metal of honor' for surviving World War 2," bucky said, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Damon was in the civil war," Elena said, trying to add to the conversation.

"Yea, I heard. Fighting for the wrong side," Bucky said, looking at Damon.

"I mean, it's not as cool as fighting Hitler," Damon said, smirking at him. It was a challenge. That much was clear.

"I didnt say I fought Hitler, did i.?" Bucky asked, looking at Y/n on his lap. He was ready to go toe to toe with the older Salvatore brother.

"Don't, please" she asked, looking into his eyes. He gave one last look to Damon before kissing her cheek, relenting.

"As you wish, darlin," he whispered. "Ill do anything for you, you know that," he added, smiling at her. She shook her head, turning away to hide her blush and that creeping smile.

"Awwe," Caroline said. "You two are so cute," she said, her hand on her heart. So far, she was y/ns favorite. A fellow vampire and she had spunk.

"What are you.?" Bonnie asked, squinting at Bucky. "You're not exactly human, are you.?"

"No, witch, hes not. Hes a super soldier," y/n said, glaring at her.

"Which means what excatly.?" Jeremy asked from his spot between Tyler and Matt on one of the other couches.

"He's basically like a vampire, but he's not immortal," y/n said, looking at Jeremy.

"Good, so I kill him," Damon said, smirking at Bucky.

"You touch him, and I'll rip your heart out," y/n said, her vampire face showing. She had her hands wrapped tight around his metal arm, her knuckles white. Bucky shifted her on his lap, turning her face to his.

"Hey, no one is going to take me from you again," he whispered, stroking her cheeks. Her vampire features slowly melted away, that fear dissapating.

"Ok, I never agree with Damkn, but if you don't stop, i will personally help him," Stefen said, breaking through the haze. Y/n rolled her eyes, standing up and taking Buckys hand in hers.

How dare they.? She was their sister, and they sat her here like some common criminal to be interrogated. And treating Bucky like that.? They had no idea of the hell he went through.

"We're going out," she said before practically dragging Bucky out the door. He pinned her up against the door of his car, a black '69 camero. She felt like everything was glosing in, her vision going red. If she just flipped the switch..

"Fuck them all, darlin, they dont know about us," he said, holding her face. He was the one to always ground her. To bring her back to reality. He was her humanity.

"I just.. wanted them to like you.. or at least be happy for me. But instead, their both just so wrapped around the finger of a girl who shares a face with the evil bitch who turned us all into what we are," she said, tears slipping from her eyes only to be wiped away by his thumbs.

"I'm sure they are happy for you, darlin. You're their little sister, though, their only sister. They are going to be wary of anyone close to you," he said, looking into her eyes. She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head at him.

"How am I so lucky to have you.?" She asked, her hands moving up to his neck as his slid to her waist.

"Darlin, I'm the lucky one." He said before opening the door and helping her in. He looked over at the door where Stefen and Damon were watching him at the door. "Dont worry, I'll have her back at reasonable time." He called.

Later that night, they were alone in her en suite bedroom of the Salvatore house. She was straddling Buckys lap, his blood dripping down her chin from his neck. His hands were guiding her hips up and down onto his, a loud groan escaping his throat. Her hands were on his shoulders before she pulled away from his neck, just as he rocked his hips up into her.

"Fuck, doll, you're so perfect," he whispered, taking her mouth with his and tasting his metallic blood on her sweet lips. He bounced his hips up into her as she came hard over him, her body quivering. "Good girl, let me make you feel good." He whispered before he flipped them and pinned her into the sheets.

"Oh, fuck, James," she moaned out as he snapped his hips forward onto that spot. Her vision whent white hot with pure pleasure, the way he knew how to take control. His dogtags were swinging, light smacking onto his chest. Her fingers gripped his forearms, another crashing tidal wave of orgsm crashing over her. He burried himself deep in her throbbing and spasmimg cunt and filled her up with his warmth. He rolled his hips as she came around him, letting her ride out her high before gently carrying her to the bathroom.

"You're brothers are actually going to kill me," he whispered as he looked her over. They were standing under that hot stream of the shower head, her body covered in marks that only he was able to leave. She pulled him in for a kiss, her finger hooked in the chain of his tags.

"They will have to get through me first," she whispered against his lips. He chuckled into the kiss, his hands on her hips. They went for a round two before continuing their joined shower. After they were washed and dirtied and washed again, he watched her as she went through her clothes in her closet. The closet she hadn't touched since she was human.

"I need a new wardrobe," she said, skimming through the old, dusty dresses. Bucky walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "These are all old and outdated."

"I dont know, I would love to know how you looked in the 1800s" he said, looking at a blue one with white lace

"Only if I can see you from the 40s." She said, turning in his arms to face him and wrapping her arms over his shoulders.

"Deal," he whispered. "Let's go shopping, darlin," he whispered into her ear. His warm breath wafted over her skin and she shivered, grabbing some joggers and one of his shirts.

"Let's go shopping," she said.

They had been there for a few weeks and already got a taste of the chaos that was Mystic Falls. Stefen had eventually vome around about Bucky, seeing how happy he made his sister. Then Kathrine came to town and decided to mess with the Salvatore sister. Y/n was straddling Bucky in the parlor when she came in.

"Ooh, how scandalous," Kathrine said when she saw the pair. "The little Salvatore getting manhandled behind her brothers' backs.?"

"Go to hell, bitch," y/n said before she went back to Buckys waiting lips. His hands were guiding her his to grind against him, the friction not enough, and too much.

"Why dont we all have some fun.?" Kathrine asked suddenly behind Bucky and sliding her hands down his chest. Y/n sped around the couch, pinning Kathrine to the wall and shoving a steak through her stomach.

"You may toy with any other human in this town, but you keep your filthy slut hands off of James." Y/n spat. Bucky walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He gently pulled her back, a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"I'll take it a step further." Bucky said, looking at Kathrine. "If I see you again, I'll rip your undead heart out myself," Bucky said, walking over to her and yanking the steak out violently. Kathrine was gone in a gush of wind, replaced by Damon standing in the doorway.

"Get in line, lover boy, I'll kill that bitch long before you" Damon said, walking over to his shelf of bourbon. He looked like he was a tightly wrapped wire, ready to snap.

"If she comes near my girl again, I'll put my hand through her chest." Bucky said, cupping y/ns face in his hand. "Literally," Damon squinted at him for a moment, looking between the two of them.

"You drink bourbon.?" Damon offered, pouring two glasses. Maybe he should give this guy a chance for the sake of his sister. Only for her.

"I enjoy it, yes," Bucky said, walking over to Damon who held it out to him. Stefen and Elena showed up and looked around the room. The slightly moved couch, the papers that flew onto the ground, the bloody wooden steak.

"What happened.?" Stefen asked. He looked at Damon to Bucky to Y/n.

"Kathrine," they said at the same time. Y/n went and flopped down on the couch, sighing to herself.

"I'm starting to miss Brooklyn, " She muttered, sighing softly.

"We can always go back, darlin. Its all your decision." Bucky said, moving and lifting her legs into his lap as he sat down.

"So, wait, why was Kathrine here.?" Stefen asked, still on that topic.

"To fuck with our lives, and proclaim her undying love for you," Damon said, sitting in the arm chair next to buckys side of the couch. Y/n sat up and rested her head on Buckys shoulder, his arm wrapping around her back. The door swung open and Bucky and Y/n jumped up and turned to see Caroline and Bonnie.

"Jumpy, are we?" Damon asked, looking at Bucky. He glared at him, his metal fist clenched tight.

"You just let anyone and their brother walk in here.?" Bucky asked.

"Not like we can keep them out," Damon said, stepping up to Bucky. There was a slight, but noticeable hieght difference between the two.

"Have you tried getting creative.? You do have a witch in your back pocket after all," Bucky said.

"I'll show you creative," Damon said, his vampire face showing. Before anything could happen, y/n stepped between them.

"Both of you stop," she said, looking from Damon to Bucky. Damon was still glaring daggers at Bucky, but he was looking at her, his face soft with guilt.

"Hey, why dont you come with us to go dress shopping.?" Caroline asked y/n. "We've got this dacade dance coming up and well, if you guys are still here youre more than welcome." She explained.

"I would love to" y/n said. She looked at bucky who already had his black platinum card held out to her.

"Get yourself something nice darlin, to make up for me being an ass," he whispered, that boyish smile on his lips.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you," he said before he slipped his dogtags off his neck and slid them over her head. "Be safe, darlin," he said, his face serious.

"Dont worry, she'll be safe with us," Elena said, walking over and hooking an arm with y/n. Bucky watched them walk out, leaving him in the house with the brothers.

"Im gonna call Ric." Damon said. If the girls are gonna be girls, then the guys are gonna be guys.

Damon and Bucky had been going shot for shot, drink for drink, currently sitting across the coffee table from each other. Ric and Stefen were only there to make sure they didn't kill each other.

"So, not only do you guys have a sister, but she's also dating this guy who's human but born in the 40s," Alaric asked, looking at Bucky.

"I'm a super soldier, I'm human, but everything is enhanced. Sound, sight, smell, touch, taste.." Bucky said, looking at Damon while thinking of y/n. "I'm stronger than humans, faster, quick healing." He added with a shrug, looking back at Alaric.

"Do you still age.?" Stefen asked

"Yes," Bucky said.

"Then how do you look so young.?" Alaric asked.

"Cryo-sleep," Bucky said, he jaw ticking. His metal fingers clenched and unclenched. Why were they gone so long.?

"Cryo, what.?" Damon asked.

"It's something that sleeper agents used to do back in Russia. Back during the war," Alaric said.

"What, are you some kind of history teacher.?" Bucky asked, sending a glare toward Alaric. What was his purpose here anyway.?

"Yes, I am." Ric said, offened.

"Wait, Russia during the war.? You were in the war. Are you a Nazi.?" Damon said, standing up. Bucky stood up too, rolling his shoulders slightly.

"Nope, Brooklyn. Born and raised. You may know your sister, but you know nothing of what we have gone through. You have no idea the things i had to go through just to make it back to her in one piece, so dont pretend to be the scary big brother. I've fought and killed scarier things than you," Bucky said, getting closer to Damon. The room was quiet, Stefen, ready to have to stop the boys.

"Hey, we're back!" Caroline called as she came in the front door. Bucky turned but panic immediately set in when he didn't see her.

"Where is y/n.?" Bucky asked.

"She said she was coming back here," Elena said. "Is she not here.?" She asked, setting her bags down.

"No." Stefen said.

"Where was the last place you saw her.?" Bucky asked, his fists clenched tight at his sides.

"The Grille," Caroline said. The group went to the grille and Bucky looked around. He almost missed it, almost. But outside by the entrance to the alley were his dogtags. The ones he'd placed around her neck.

"Someone took her." He said, his breath heavy. His flesh hand held those dogtags tight, lucky they were metal, and didn't bend under the pressure.

"We will find her." Stefen said, trying to stay calm.

"I'll kill whoever took her." Damon said.

"Get in line," Bucky said.

Ooooh boy. That was a fun one. I wonder who took Y/n.. 🤔

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Blood Lust

Modern! Super Soldier! Bucky Barnes x Salvatore! Reader

This is a preview!!

Stefen was immitately on edge when he saw her walk in, Elena instantly noticing. She looked to see the woman who walked in, her brunette locks bouncing as she walked to the bar, ordering a drink.

"Who is she.?" Elena asked, looking at the woman. She had an off feeling about her, a feeling that told her she wasn't human. She had long black hair, a red Henley tucked into her shorts.

"Y/n Salvatore. My sister." Stefen said, not taking his eyes off of her. A man walked in behind her, his brown hair in a bun and a metal arm wrapping around her waist. "Him, in the other hand, I don't know."

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Love Paradox

Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x reader x WS! Bucky Barnes

Chapter 2

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! rough sex, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier

The next three days were eventful, to say the least, both boys taking their turns on their wife until she couldn't take anymore. She had spent three nights sandwiched between them, their arms caging her in. So when she woke up in bed alone, she panicked. Her legs didn't want to cooperate entirely, but that didn't matter. She had to make sure he was ok. Throwing the door of the bedroom open, she lost her footing and fell into Buckys arms.

"Are you ok.?" He asked, looking into the room for the danger. When she held onto his shoulders and glanced around the apartment, seeing James standing there with his hand on her back, she relaxed.

"We didnt want to wake you doll" he said. She sighed and nodded a bit. Bucky helped her to the couch while James started coffee.

"I thought... they had.. that maybe Zemo.." she said looking at her hands. She didnt realize her hands were shaking until a silver hand slipped in between her own. Her eyes met Buckys and he gently wipped a stray tear from her cheek.

"Don't cry, darlin." He whispered. James came over with the coffee, setting down two black coffees infront of him and Bucky before taking his spot on the other side of her. She reached forward and grabbed her caramel colored coffee. The three of them enjoyed coffee, James reading the paper while Bucky looked through the picure book with the initials JBB stamped into the leather.

"This is kinda quiet," she whispered, looking between the boys. When they didn't pick up on what she was implying, she sighed. "I think im going to shower," she said, standing and waltzing to the bathroom.

Bucky was the first to join her under the water, him stepping in behind her while James was infront. Buckys lips brushed the shell of her ear and a shiver ran down her back.

"You crave us that much, doll.?" He whispered, his length sliding across her backside.

"Just need your husbands inside your needy lonely holes.?" James asked, stroking her cheek.

"Please.." she whispered. He smiled at her, pulling her into a kiss under the steaming water. Bucky holds her from behind, her back to his chest.

"Gonna make you feel good," Bucky whispered into her ear. His silver hand slipped under her thigh and lifted it, allowing James to slip deep into her dripping core. After a few thrusts, Bucky slowly slid into her tight hole. James lifted her other leg and she had to reach back and hold onto buckys shoulders for stability. Her entire weight was in their arms, her mind blank and her body melted butter as they had their way with her body.

She sat on the couch, her legs folded under her as she flipped through the third picture book of the day. James was gone for the day, having to keep up appearances with Sam and keep Walker away. Bucky had been seemingly remembering things about their life. Like how she liked her coffee dispite it being the first time he made it. Or the other day, when they were making dinner together.

James was on stove duty, Bucky on sides and she was cutting vegetables. The knife slipped and she hissed as the red liquid seeped from her hand. Both boys jumped into action. While James grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding, Bucky grabbed the hidden first aid kit that was specifically in the kitchen. James didn't seem to notice, but she did.

"How did you know where that was.?" She asked, looking at him confused.

"I put it there," Bucky said. And technically he did. But he didn't. Because James did.

Then there was yesterday, when he actually quoted a line from their wedding vows. This, James noticed, which is why he pulled out the picture books that she had poured hours into. Bucky was starting to remember things that James had done.

"Wait, I've seen this." He said, stopping her page turning. The picture he was looking at was of the two of them on their first date. "Coney Island, you told me you'd never been after i told you the story of me and Steve on the cyclone." He said, a soft smile on his lips. "I insisted in taking you and there was a guy selling pictures." He finished.

"How do you remember that.?" She asked him. He looked her dead in the eyes.

"Because I was rhe one who took you, I remember falling in love with your smile and I remember how nervous I was when I asked you to marry me. And every moment after that until we uttered those vows and said 'I do'. I remember getting this house and I remember you walking away from the fight. I remember you, I remember us," he said, looking into her eyes. She hadn't realized shed been crying until he whipped the tears away. A moment later, James walked in with a frustrated aura.

"What happened.?" She asked, rising from the couch. "Was it Walker.?" She asked, when he just poured a drink.

"Its alot of things, darlin," he said finally, his eyes meeting hers with a tired expression. "This whole.. situation is just." He sighed, pouring another drink.

"We're going to figure this out." She said, trying to reassure him.

"This is the least of my concerns. We could all go live in the mountains alone like hermits for fucks sake," James said, running a hand through his hair. She walked over to him, her hand on his right arm.

"Someone is at the door," Bucky said standing up. Then there was a knock, her feet padding across the floor as she went to open the door. The person she saw couldn't possibly be real. He had died.

"Mrs Barnes. We need to talk," Loki said, stating there into that tan uniform with orange letters that read TVA.

[thatonexreader]

Domesticated

A little thought I had

Husband!Bucky x Wife!reader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️

Extremely fluffy, mentions of smut, soft bucky, domestic bucky.

To anyone else, Bucky was a hard ass. He was grumpy, didnt know how to laugh and a smile was just an afterthought. Sam and Steve would constantly tease him about it, he didn't care. He was the type that wouldn't be caught dead watching a movie or listening to music, let alone be dancing and singing to it.

Because that was only for her.

She walked into the kitchen, her coffee waiting for her on the counter like every morning. Her shirt, which happened to be one of Buckys, hung loose around her ass. this deffiniltly caught his attention as he threw a wink her way.

"Mornin, doll," he said, flipping a pancake. Bucky was still in his sweats as he danced to one of his old records.

"Good Morning, James," she said, petting alpine on the head as she watched Bucky. This was one of her favorite sights in the morning, her husband in their kitchen. He looked up holding a hand out to his wife as that slow song came on.

"Come here, darlin" he said. She walked over to him and let him pull her into his chest. He hummed the notes as they swayed in the kitchen. The first time they had danced to this song was the day they got married. She remembered it like it was yesterday.

"You look gorgeous," Natasha said, standing behind her. She looked herself over in the mirror before taking a deep breath. with that breath, she shook off the last bit of nerves. She was ready to become his, now and forever.

"Ok, Lets do this," she said.

Bucky was standing next to Steve, his best man. He felt slightly nervous, hoping she wasn't having doubts. But when She walked out in that dress? He felt like he couldn't breath. Bucky was in charge of their first dance song, So naturally, he chose Til the End of Time by Perry Como. They had an outdoor wedding, the sun set giving them the best lighting for their first dance. Bucky hummed the song, spinning his wife in the glow of the yellow rays making her dress look almost gold.

"This makes me remember the night you became Mrs. Barnes," Bucky said as he spun her around their kitchen. "You were just as beautiful then as you are now." he added, her he'd on his chest. When the song came to an end he pulled her into a kiss mirroring his actions from their first dance.

"Mr. Barnes, how you make my heart melt," She said. against his lips. He smiled and pulled back to plate her some breakfast pancakes and bacon. After breakfast, they had a kitchen bubble fight that she started. When the soapy water hit Buckys face, he looked at his wife like she had taken his arm. "Sorry?" She said sheepishly. He got that mischievous look in his eyes making her giggle out of fear. She tried to run when his metal arm wrapped around her waist.

"Oh, no you don't!" Bucky said as she squeeled and squrimed in his arm. He took a hand full of bubbles with his free hand and slid It onto her cheek.

"It's on, James!" She yelled before they began splashing the soapy water on each other. Bucky ended it by picking her up by the hips and pinning her to the counter. His hips were between her thighs their lips crashing together as their bodies molded together. Their clothes became a pile on the floor as he made a mess of her on the counter next to the sink.

He smiled at her as they lay on the Cold tiles of the Kitchen. Her legs were lazily slung over his hips still, his arm under her head. She was tracing patterns on his chest.

"I Love you, Mrs. Barnes." he told her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looking into his eyes, the storm blow was hypnotic and she never wanted to look away. not when he looked back at her with that look like she was the only thing in the world. and to him, she was.

"I love you Mr. Barnes." She Whispered, her fingers tracing the stubble on his chin. Most mornings were like this, and it was bliss. He helped her get cleaned up and carried her to the couch where they cuddled and read their own separate books. Bucky would always keep up with coffee refills until they got to lunch break where they would go to a local cafe.

He would wrap his arm around her when they walked, or be holidnging her arm. they were always touching, in small or big ways, physical touch was a must. It was a condition in both of their vows, one that made their friends laugh. Because they saw this in action. the way the pair would always find some reason to be right next to each other.

like before they were married, they would still sit close enough to be practically sharing a spot. Or when he would get back from missions, he wouldn't even bother cleaning up before heading to her room where she waited with open arms. Or the forehead kissed, the linked pinkies, the hands constantly laced together. So, naturally, it would be one of their vows.

Never stop the physical touch.

Bucky hated galas. Correction, he used to hate galas. Until her, he would fake a smile and find an excuse to leave early. But now he stayed and showed her off. They dominated the dance floor. everyone would gather to watch them, the way they swayed and glided along to the music was mesmerizing.

"Everyone is watching us," She whispered as he spun her around. His hand was on the small of her back, bare tanks to the dress she wore.

"They are watching you, darlin," he whispered back. When the song came to an end, he drew her in close. His lips meet hers in a slow kiss, her thankful for his arms as her knees became weak. Later that night they were in his office, enjoying champagne and each others company. The dress she wore gave just enough slack for her to side onto his lap The Black leather of the couch Squaked slighty under their weight. His hands guided her hips against his

"You look too good in a suit Mr. Barnes," She whispered in his ear. He groaned into her ear as they filled his office with the shameful, dirty sounds of their pleasure. After she hit her high, he helped clean her up, taking her home where he finished what they started in the office. He spent the whole night on her, only finishing himself when she was on the verge of passing out from over stimulation and too much pleasure. They lay in their bed, their body's a sweaty tangled mess.

"Good morning, Doll," he whispered as the sun shone through the window. His voice was raspy with sleep, a look of love and admiration in his blue eyes.

"Good morning James," She whispered earning a smile from him. He pulled her into his chest and they drifted back off to sleep in til past noon. They would wake and make an early dinner together, but for now they would stay wrapped up in the sheets.

Life may not have been easy all the time, it was quite the opposite in fact. But these moments with her husband were worth every penny, tear, heartbreak and laugh. She was blessed to call herself Mrs. Barnes.

[thatonexreader]

Love Paradox

[thatonexreader]

Love Paradox

Official First Part!

TFATWS! Bucky Barnes x reader x WS!Bucky Barnes

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, Two buckys, double trouble, dp, butt play, anal

She walked into the apartment, her phone sandwiched between her ear and shoulder. The door slid shut, and she flipped the lock, not bothering with the lights as she walked to the kitchen.

"Yea, I just made it home." She said into the phone. "I miss you," she added as she set the groceries on the kitchen island.

"I miss you too," he told her. "This mission is almost over, then I'll be home, darlin." He said. She sighed as she leaned against the counter for a second before going to turn the light on. But it didn't turn on.

"The lights out again," she muttered, before walking out into the living room. But her breath caught in her breath and her skin ran cold. "James, you said youre in Madripor still.?" She asked, her voice a whisper.

"Yes, why.?" He asked, picking up on the change in her voice. Shit, she thought.

"Because you're sitting infront of me," she whispered. In the moonlight of the opening window, there sat the shadow of the man, those eyes unmistakable.

"What do you mean?" His voice cut out though, the phone call dropping. It shouldn't have been possible, James was in Madridpor with Sam and Zemo. But yet here sat The Winter Soldier, his blue eyes reflecting in the shimmering light.

"Who are you?" She asked. He didn't answer though, simply staring at her. "Are.. you real.?" She whispered. This time, he rose to his feet, walking over to her in two strides. Smooth, calculated.

"Soldat" he said, his voice low and cold. Her breath was caught in her throat, his eyes locked on hers. She stepped back slightly but it was of no use, of curse. Her phone clattered to the ground with a soft thud before it all went dark.

Bucky couldn't sit still, hell, he couldn't sit. He based the floor of the jet it was a miracle it wasn't bending under the wear. He told Sam he had to go, so they got the jet going. What could she have meant, he was infront of her.? That's impossible right.?

Right.?

"Whats the deal Buck.?" Sam asked, looking up from his seat. He stopped pacing a moment before responding.

"I need to make sure she's ok," he said, looking down at his hands.

The apartment was cold, the air unusually quiet. "Doll? Are you here.?" He asked, walking into the living room. He was answered with silence, pulling his phone out to call her. His skin went cold when he saw the screen light up on the floor.

She wasn't here. Where could she have gone.? He did a quick scan of the apartment, hoping for a clue other than her phone on the floor. But it was clean, the groceries long forgotten on the counter.

Where was she.?

The Soldat stared at her as she lay on the cot, something odd stirring in his chest. He didn't understand why he had woken up in such a strange time, with no one around to give orders. But something led him to her. She must have the answers. When she finally woke up, her eyes glancing around before landing on him. She sat up fast, her chest rising and falling with heavy breath.

"Kto otdayet prikazy"(Who gives the orders?) He asked her. Russian. She recognized it from her lessons with James.

"Nikto"(No one.) She said, her feet hitting the ground. He stood up and walked over to her.

"Kto ty?"(Who are you?) He asked.

"YA tvoya zhena"(I'm your wife.) She whispered. His eyes scanned over her, something almost like recognition in his eyes. But that would be too easy.

"Wife.." he whispered. A noise at the door had him jumping into defensive mode, standing infront of her with a ridged form. The door flew open and there stood James, looking between his wife and the soldat.

"Kto tebya poslal?" (Who sent you.?) James asked, taking a tentative step into the room. One wrong move could cost him everything, cost him her.

"Nikto" (no one.) The soldat responded, standing between James and their wife. James stopped a few steps away, seeing his younger self standing infront of him. And more importantly, standing infront of her.

"Why are you here.?" James asked, knowing he could still understand him. The soldat looked from him to the soft face of the woman he felt drawn to, the woman who would be his love, his life and his world. He didn't know it, but he felt it.

"I don't.. know," he responded, his body still tight and ridged. James seemed to understand, stepping closer to the two of them. He knew what the Soldat must've been feeling, the same thing he does when he sees her.

"We can help you," she whispered, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. His pain clouded, storm blue eyes shot to her, his body going stiff. James was ready to move, to protect his wife from his younger self at any cost. But then the Soldat relaxed under her touch. His mind didn't know her touch, but his body did.

"How.?" He asked simply. She looked at James a moment, searching his eyes from any sign of hesitation. Of doubt. But she saw only that look for longing, of love. The same one she saw reflecting in the Soldats eyes as he looked at her.

"I don't know. But maybe we start by going home.?" She suggested, looking around the old cabin. It was one of the first places the Winter Soldier had felt like Sargent Barnes again. Now, they both walked out, followed by their wife.

It was off, awkward even, as she sat in the single arm chair. Both pairs of blue eyes were locked on her from either end of the couch. James was slightly more relaxed, not as threatened by the presence of the soldat as he initially was. But she wasn't relaxed. Far far beyond it.

"Relax, doll, we will figure this out," James said, his voice too calm consideringthe situation. Her head snapped up at that, her eyes meeting his across the coffee table. She could've killed him and kissed him in that one second, with that taunting teasing look in his eyes.

"Relax.?" She asked, her voice low as she repeated the word like it was a different language. How dare he.? Her husband, sitting so relaxed like this was just another Tuesday, telling her to relax while his younger self, the soldat, sat across from him almost as relaxed but just studying. Listening.

"It doesn't you no good to stress, darlin, besides I don't think anyone is gonna hurt you with us both here," James said, a sly smirk sliding onto his lips. She gaped at him, not believing how calm he was about this. Was he serious.?

"Youre enjoying this a little too much." She said, shaking her head at him. He smiled more, leaning forward on his elbows.

"Well, now I get to watch myself fall in love with you all over again." He said, his eyes on hers. She didn't understand what he meant until she saw the soldat watching her with that familiar longing that she recognized from her husband.

They were still the same person, only from different times. What James felt for her, he surely would feel too, right.?

"OK, well, we need to set some like guidelines then." She said, finally. "First, from here in you are James and you will be Bucky," she said looking from her husband to the soldat who was now sitting up. "Second, Bucky can't go out in public, not at the same time as James, cuz how would we explain that.?" She said, looking between the two.

"Fair," James said, noding his head a bit. "But they would probably still wonder about the hair and the arm." He said.

"That's easily explained away. Also, we can not tell Sam." She said, looking directly at James. Her eyes were locked with his, with the whole Zemo thing and Captain America thing.

"Right." He said, knowing how messy it would be to bring all this into the mix.

"Lastly, sleeping arrangements," she said, looking between the two. But James looked at her like he was waiting for this.

"Oh, you're our wife, doll. You'll be sleeping between both of your husbands," he said, quirking an eyebrow. Bucky was sitting up more now, too, and there was something in his eyes as he looked at her.

"Our wife," he repeated. James stood up and walked over to where she sat, holding his hands out to her. Bucky was watching in quiet interest, her hands sliding into James outstretched didgets as he lifted her to her feet.

"That's right, soldier," James said, pulling her infront of him and guided her to stand infront of Bucky. His eyes were on her and her body as James showed her off to him. "She is the light that shines though the darkness. She is our wife, your wife." James said, placing a kiss on the back of her neck before slowly sliding her shirt up over head.

"James.." she gasped.

"Shh, its ok, doll. Let us take care of you." He whispered against the shell of her ear. "Go ahead, soldier, make her feel good," James said, his hands sliding up her sides and underarms, bringing them up behind her head and back over his shoulders. Bucky's hands twitched in his lap a moment before slowly rising to gently touch the skin on her lower abdomen.

"Ahh," she gasped out, instinctively moving into his touch more. He pulled his hands away, clearly scared to touch. James had his vibranium arm around her chest and between her breasts as his fingers danced along her throat.

"Is this.. ok?" Bucky asked, his hands hovering just barely away from her. James was gently grabbing and massaging her breasts while peppering kisses on those spots on the back of her neck.

"Yes," she whispered, gasping and squirming sunder the heat of his gaze. James was leaving marks all across her neck and shoulder, kissing, biting, and sucking all her sweet spots. Bucky fingers fully slid over the soft skin of her stomach, a soft moan leaving her lips. Her head dropped back against James shoulder as Bucky traced his fingers over every part of exposed flesh. Then he moved to the edge of the couch, his hands on her hips as his lips made contact with the flesh right above her waistband.

"Mm, that's it doll. Let your husband's take care of you. Let him taste you for the first time," James whispered in her ear before he slipped his hands into her waistband slid the joggers down her legs. Her eyes fluttered open a moment, looking enough to see the same love and admiration in Buckys eyes that she saw in James every day.

"Can i..?" He asked before tracing the thin line of her thong. Her body was reacting to his touch the way it knew how. She could feel it all pooling in her core, thankful James was holding her up.

"Go ahead, soldier, taste your wife's dripping pussy for the first time." James said, making a moan slip from her lip. His tented length rested against her backside as Bucky slid her underwear off and admired her bare cunt before he lifted one of her legs. Her knee was over his shoulder as James held her firm against his body before Bucky dipped down and made contact with her heat. He growled against her wetness, the taste of her alone was enough for him to die happy but then the sounds she made as he slide his tough between her folds.? He shifted her so both legs were over each shoulder, her entire weight being held up by James and Bucky.

"Ah, oh fuck," she moaned out as Bucky lapped her up like it was the only reason for his existence. Her arms were wrapped behind her and around James' shoulders to give herself some balance. She could feel her end coming, he must've felt it too as he flicked his tounge across her clit.

"Come for me," Bucky growled, his tounge plunging into her. As Bucky devoured her wet heat, James was craddling her body, his lips on every part of her they could reach. Her mind was melting, the waves of her end crashing into her. She came hard in his mouth, him greedily taking it all.

"That's it doll, good girl," James praised. Bucky slid her feet back onto the floor, standing infront of her. His eyes were clouded with that dark look of love and lust. "Lets go to the bedroom. You're going to have a long night darlin," James whispered.

She was thankful they moved to the bed, the soft cushion sheets under her knees. She was also thankful to have them both holding her up, her body sandwiched between the two broad chests of her husband's. Bucky was infront of her, his hands on her hips as he rocked deep into her dripping cunt.

"Good. Feels good," he mumbled against her skin. "Mine," he added. She felt herself coming again, having lost track at this point. James was holding her from behind, his hands on her breasts as he slipped in and out of her tight hole. She never thought she'd feel this good, her mind blank as she was completely filled with the man that held her heart.

"Ahh, ca-cant," she gasped out.

"You can doll, just a little longer for us," James whispered before they both seemed to synchronize, their hips moving at the same pace and intensity. Her body was liquid in their hands, her entire being was consumed with him.

James held her from behind his arm around her lower abdomen while Bucky held her from the front. Two metal arms caged her in, the feeling of ultimate safety and comfort consuming her exhausted body. But even as she drifted off, the question came. Why was Bucky here.?

Wow. I didnt think I'd have this much fun writing this, but I do truly hope you enjoy. I will do my best to keep up with this story!

[thatonexreader]

Ok ik this is too soon to say this but PLEASE DO A PART 2 OF LOVE PARADOX😭😭😭 YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HANGING🥺

I know, I deeply apologize!! I am working on the full part one now, I will try and get it out today!

[thatonexreader]

Love Paradox

Tfatws! Bucky Barnes x reader x Winter Soldier! Bucky Barnes.

This is a prolog of a story based off of this YT edit by @Cee_barnes

She walked into the apartment, her phone sandwiched between her ear and shoulder. The door slid shut and she flipped the lock, not bothering with the lights as she walked to the kitchen.

"Yea, I just made it home." She said into the phone. "I miss you," she added as she set the groceries on the kitchen island.

"I miss you too," he told her. "This mission is almost over, then ill be home, darlin." He said. She sighed as she leaned against the counter for a second before going to turn the light on. But it didnt turn on.

"The lights out again," she muttered, before walking out into the living room. But her breath caught in her breath and her skin ran cold. "James, you said youre in Madripor still.?" She asked, her voice a quite whisper.

"Yes, why.?" He asked, picking up on the change in her voice.

"Because you're sitting infront of me," she whispered. In the moonlight of the opening window, he sat there.

"What do you mean?" His voice cut out though, the phone call dropping. It shouldn't have been possible, James was in Madridpor with Sam and Zemo. But yet here sat The Winter Soldier, his blue eyes reflecting in the shimmering light.

"Who are you?" She asked. He didn't answer though, simply staring at her. "Are.. you real.?" She whispered. This time, he rose to his feet, walking over to her in two strides. Smooth, calculated.

"Soldat" he said, his voice low and cold. Her phone clattered to the ground with a soft thud before it all went dark.

Bucky couldn't sit still, hell, he couldn't sit. He based the floor of the jet it was a miracle it wasn't bending under the wear. He told Sam he had to go, so they got the jet going. What could she have meant, he was infront of her.?

"Whats the deal Buck.?" Sam asked.

"I need to make sure she's ok," he said, looking down at his hands. The apartment was cold, the air unusually quiet. "Doll? Are you here.?" He asked, walking into the living room. He was answered with silence, pulling his phone out to call her. His skin went cold when he saw the screen light up on the floor.

She wasn't here.

Who took her.?

The Soldat stared at her as she lay on the cot, something odd stirring in his chest. He didn't understand why he had woken up in such a strange time, no one around to give orders. But something lead him to her. She must have the answers. When she finally woke up, her eyes glancing around before landing on him. She sat up fast, her chest rising and falling with heavy breath.

"kto otdayet prikazy"(Who gives the orders?) He asked her. Russian. She recognized it from her lessons with James.

"nikto"(No one) she said, her feet hitting the ground. He stood up and walked over to her.

"kto ty?"(Who are you?) He asked.

"YA tvoya zhena"(I'm your wife.) She whispered. His eyes scanned over her, something like recognition in his eyes.

"Wife.." he whispered. A noise at the door had him jumping into defensive mode. There stood James, looking between his wife and the soldat.

[thatonexreader]

White Widow

Bucky barnes x reader

Post Thunderbolts!

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Heart break, nightmares, sickness, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, congressman Barnes, mild assault! (Saved by Bucky)

Valentina had set them all up, pinned them against each other. So when they escaped the incinerator, they thought it would be fine. While Yelena, Ava, and Walker were arguing, a van crashed into the front entrance. The window rolled down to reveal Y/n.

"Belaya vdova," Yelena muttered.

"I was, once. Now are you coming.?" She asked. Bob was the first to load into the back of the truck, Yelena and Ava up from and Walker in the back with Bob. They thought they were home free.

But fate had other plans, so now they sat around in an abandoned building tied up by Bucky. Alexei, Ava, Yelena, John and Y/n, all trying to convince him to listen to them about Bob.

"What are you doing with them.?" Bucky asked, his voice a low hiss as he looked at Y/n.

"I'm getting tied up apparently," she said, holding up her rope bound hands.

"Im serious. You walked away, you got out," he said, looking into her eyes.

"Im doing what needs to be done to stop Valentina," she said. "I'm doing what you won't, James," she added. The familiarity of his name on her lips made his jaw tick.

"Don't start," he said, before pulling her over to sit next to Yelena.

"Wait, do you two know each other.?" Yelena asked, looking between Bucky and Y/n. Bucky walked back to the door, his phone in his hand.

"They used to date," John said.

"Walker," Bucky snapped before he got a phone call.

"Used to.?" Ava asked

"Its complicated," Y/n snapped.

"The Winter Soldier and the White Widow. Your children would be Winter Widows," Alexei whispered, looking at her. She shot him a look that made his skin go cold. After that, things ended up going a little sideways.

They all went up against Sentury, amd lost. Went up against thr void, won. Then Valentina tricked them into following her into a press conference ending with them all in the watchtower as the New Avengers as Valentina so graciously put it.

The team could sense a tension between Bucky and Y/n, the air always thicker when the two of them were in the same room. They never faught. Never argued. But they were constantly battling, never with words. Today was no different.

Y/n had music playing over the loud speakers, spatula in hand as she danced around the kitchen in her black bodysuit tucked into her pajama pants. Yelena was singing along with her, grabbing down plates to help her serve.

"You really know how to dance, Y/n," John said, leaning against the kitchen counter. His eyes were drifting over her body, her curves especially.

"Careful, Walker. Remember what happened last time you got caught staring.?" Yelena warned, remembering how Bucky took it out on him in their next training session.

"I'm not afraid of Bucky. Besides, Y/n is a single woman who makes her own choices, right.?" John said, winking at her. She stabbed a knife into the counter right in front of his face with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Morning," he said plainly.

"I can make my own choices," she muttered. "And you're definitely not my first, second or last choice," she said before pulling the knife and and sliding it back into the block. Bucky came in a moment later, his eyes landing on Y/n.

"Breakfast.?" Yelena asked. After they all ate as a team, they had to go to their mission briefs. Valentina had all of them on different assignments, some were staying like Alexei, Yelena and Bob. But Bucky had an assignment in DC, along with his congressman duties. Ava had a special assignment in New Jersey tracking down a rouge operative. Y/n and John were on an assignment together, a simple recon.

Simple, with Walker.? Didn't exist. When he got a little too cocky, they got exposed. Under heavy gunfire while waiting for evac, Y/n took more shots than she'd realized. It hadn't hit her until they were climbing out of the jet at the watch tower. She could feel the blood loss, the sway in her step.

"What the hell was that, Walker.?" She shouted when they got into the hall. She shoved him slightly as Yelena started down the hall toward them. She was glad Bucky was still in DC, he surely would've made this a bigger issue.

"I was trying to follow the mission," John said, getting into Y/n's face. He hadn't realized how bad the damage had been, too focused on being a hero.

"You got us caught! We took on bullets because of you! Fucking hell, Wal-" she was cut off with a white searing pain in her abdomen. She hunched over, holding her side before pulling her hand back to see dark crimson soaking her hand.

"Shit-" John muttered as Y/n stumbled back, Yelena catching her and looking at John.

"Help me get her to med bay!" She snapped, John taking her other side and helping her to the med bay. As they carried her, she muttered something about not telling James before she passed out.

Bucky had gotten back two days after Y/n and John, walking into the kitchen that morning. The instant silence that formed when he walked in, his eyes scanning the room like they'd done many time before. But she wasn't here, wasn't dancing in the kitchen, wasn't yelling at Alexei for changing her music or threatening John for staring.

"How did the recon mission go.?" Bucky asked John, grabbing a cup for coffee. Maybe she was in a debrief or just sleeping late. Yeah right, he thought.

"Fine," John said, not looking up. He answered to quickly. Too short. Like hed been waiting for that question, like he'd been planning on how to lie through it.

"Where's Y/n.?" He asked. No one answered him, everyone avoided his gaze. He squinted at them all just as the elevator dinged. He was seconds away from going off, the distraction a welcome one.

"Are you bullying the team again, James.?" Y/n asked as she walked into the kitchen. But she was different, she wasn't dressed for the day. She was in her lazy clothes. Her favorite black joggers and his old Henley he didn't realize she still had. Yelena gave her a warry look, which she ignored to reach up and grab a cup. She wasn't able to reach, though, not able to fully extend her arm. Bucky grabbed out her favorite cup, making her her coffee the way he knew she liked.

"So, Y/n, you're up early. You sure you got enough sleep," Yelena asked. Y/n shot her a look, knowing she wasn't talking about sleep.

"Yep, feel like I could take on a whole team of New Avengers," she said, raising an eyebrow as Bucky handed her the cup hed just prepared for her. They exchanged silent looks and glances before he took his own cup and left the kitchen.

"What the hell? You're not fully recovered, you should be resting still." Yelena snapped, when she was sure Bucky couldn't hear even with his advanced hearing.

"I'm fine, I heal faster than you anyway," Y/n said, sipping her cup and closing her eyes at the taste. "Mmm, James always made the best cup of coffee.." she whispered silently, looking at the caramel colored liquid. It felt bittersweet seeing herself reflecting in the shine.

She did miss him. That cup make her realize how much, her heart breaking just a little more as she went to curl up in the arm chair with her coffee and turning on the news. She was about to tune out, melt into her coffee and the warm memories of his arms. But when his name and voice came from the TV, her head snapped towards the screen.

"Congressman Barnes, due to the latest success from your campaign, all of new York is wondering. Is there a lucky lady who you get to share your success with.?" The news reporter asked. He looked at the woman, the mic, then the camera and for a second, if felt like he was looking at her. His eyes staring through her as she sat on that recliner.

"No comment," he said. Y/n felt her skin go cold, the steaming cup of coffee in her hand turning to ice in a second before she set it on the table and got up.

"Im going for a walk." She said, the air turning cold for a second as she left before suddenly warming to regular temperature again. Yelena watched her leave before turning to John.

"Ok, so, you say they used to date," she asked him.

"Who, Bucky and Y/n.?" He asked.

"Yes, the only two not in the room." She said. "What all do you know.?"

"Well, they've known each other since before the Avengers, they were together before the blip and after.." he said before shrugging.

"Who messed up.?" Ava asked, the whole team listening in.

"As far as I know, they just drifted. He disappeared for 5 years but she.. she was still here," John said. The room was silent.

"That's rough," Bob said, breaking the silence.

"Where you going this late.?" A voice startled her as she tried to walk to the elevator. She turned, instantly finding his eyes, years of finding them in the dark coming in handy.

Y/n had been tossing and turning all night, an unusual sweat forming on her skin. This wasn't supposed to happen, she was human yes, but only partly. Her father made sure of that, unknowingly giving her more than one of his 'gifts'. Her internal body temperature was normally never above 70°F, so when 110°F showed on the little screen, she knew she had to get to med bay. The pain in her side had gotten worse, every breath, every movement. She couldn't even slip on a shirt over her head, deciding it was late enough to go out in her sports bra and yoga pants.

"Gym," she lied. His eyes scanned her and lingering on her midsection, she realized he saw it. He rose, walking over to her. She backed away from him, her back hitting the wall and a hiss leaving her lips.

"Is that from the mission.?" He asked, his eyes locked on hers. He knew her better than to expect her to have told him. But he could see something was still off, the sweat on her forehead, the flush of her cheeks, the stutter in her breath. The way she swayed as if she was struggling to stand, dispite the wall being sturdy behind her.

"Recon went sideways, John tried to be a hero. I'll be fin-" she said before a dizzy spell hit and she fell forward into his arms. He instantly caught her, almost being burned by how hot her skin was.

"Jesus, your burning up, Doll," he whispered. His metal hand went to her forehead and she nearly moaned at the cool touch, leaning into it. "I'm taking you to Med Bay," his voice was fading as he scooped her up in his arms. He carried her like she weighed nothing, careful of her wound.

Yelena and Ava sat back and watched the two, amused and mocking. Bucky had found out that John screwed up the recon, leading to Y/n being stuck in bed to recover. So naturally, he went extra hard on him during training. He was not holding his punches, not really.

"Bucky, enough!" John yelled, putting his hands up. Bucky didnt listen, instead tripping Walker and sending him to his ass. He stepped toward him and leaned over him, his body tight and breath heavy.

"Next time you try to play hero, make sure its only your life you're putting on the line," he said, his voice low and eyes dark. Murderous. He walked out without another word and Yelena went over, offering him a hand to help him up.

"I might have devered that one," he said, taking her hand and letting her help him up.

"Might have.? You definitely deserved that," Ava said. "You're actually lucky Y/n is beyond human and heals faster otherwise, it would have been her life," She said.

"Come for breakfast, training day requires you to refuel." Y/n said, turning to them. Bucky was watching from the door frame, his arms crossed as he watched her. He had that same cold, dark look in his eyes, one that radiated off him.

"She's right," Yelena said. When they all got upstairs, they were confused to hear music playing, a familiar voice singing along. Y/n was in the kitchen like she normally was, slightly swaying to the music. Bob sat at one end of the counter, spinning in his chair before he saw the group. He waved at them briefly before going back to spinning.

"Are you sure you're good to be up.?" Ava asked, walking over to her. "I mean, aren't you still-" she tried saying. Y/n lifted her shirt to shower her practically fully healed wound.

"Yep," she said, dropping the shirt. "I heal faster, remember.?" She said, before handing a cup of coffee to Bucky. It was the subtle gestures like this that almost made them forget the heartbreak that still hung in the air between them.

Almost.

"Why did you two break up, you're like the perfect couple.?" Bob asked. Y/n turned to him, a look in her eyes before she just walked out. Buckys jaw was tight, his eyes locked on that cup in his hand.

"Its complicated," he said before he left too.

"Nice one, Bob," John said.

"What? It doesnt make since unless one of them did something." Bob said plainly.

"I bet it was Bucky." Ava said.

"Definitely Bucky." Yelena and John agreed. Things were tense between the two after that, the rest of the team barely able to breathe due to the tension. Wheather it was a side comment in the kitchen, or the broken training equipment when they spared, or the way they both looked at the other like they wanted to kill and kiss them.

Things came to a head when Alexei had made everyone come drink and do team bonding. Bucky sat across from her, her ignoring him as he stared at her. Her outfit wasn't purposely revealing, it just happened to end up that way. Her shirt had an open back and a low enough neckline to leave one wondering. Her legs were bare up to those shorts, having them innocently crossed under her as she sat on the floor between Ava and Yelena.

"I say, we play a high stakes game," John suddenly said, looking at Yelena. See, the past week the two had been conspiring to get the two lovers to make up. For the sake of the team.

"Something like, never have I ever.?" Yelena said. Y/n shot her a look and she returned an innocent smile.

"Yes, I like this never I ever, how do we play?" Alexei said.

"Yeah, I'm not playing." Bucky said.

"Come on, Barnes, don't be an old man!" Yelena said. Y/n rolled her eyes, stretching back with her eyes closed.

"Ooh, I actually think my bed is calling me." She said. She went to get up when Yelena practically tackled her down.

"No! Just one round! Come on!" She begged.

"Ok, ok. just get off. My goodness," she said, pushing Yelena off. She stood up and walked over to the bar, reaching over and grabbing a bottle. "But, everyone has to play. Bob, James, that means you," she said before grabbing a bunch of shot glasses. Bucky had been staring at her backside, those shorts too revealing for his liking.

"OK. I'm game," Bob said, holding onto his arms a bit. Y/n came around, handing everyone a shot glass. She started with John and ended with Bucky, filling them up as she went. Her eyes locked on Bucky's and there was that familiar warmth behind them.

"OK, so the way you play is you say never have I ever shot a gun, and if its something you've done, you drink" Yelena explained.

"I'll go first," John said. Y/n had returned to her spot across from Bucky between the girls. "Never have I ever.. driven a motorcycle," he said. Bucky, Yelena and y/n all drank.

"Then my turn, yes.?" Alexei asked.

"Yea," John said.

"Let see," Alexei said, thinking. "Ah! Never have ever i worked for Valentina!" He said.

"Never have I ever.. been married. " he said, innocently. The usual two drank, John and Alexei, but then Y/n drank and so did Bucky.

"You work for her now so shots all around!" Y/n said, leaning forward and pouring more shots. Everyone drank before it was Bobs turn.

Poor, sweet, clueless Bob.

"Wait, were you two married.?" Yelena asked, looking between the two.

"Still are," Bucky said, his eyes on Y/ns. She squinted at him, the dam finally breaking.

"Oh, are we.? I mean when I didn't hear from you for 5 years.?" Y/n asked, the air suddenly suffocating.

"You mean when everyone had been snapped away.? Its a little hard to get cell reception." He said, leaning forward.

"You came back! And you didn't call! I had to bail you out with him!" Y/n said, sitting up and pointing at John. "And what did you tell me? After I stayed in our apartment for 5 years, alone. Waiting, praying, for you to come home. What did you tell me.?" She asked, looking him dead in the eyes. He was at a loss for words, his mouth dry. The pain he saw in her eyes, the pain he had caused, he felt more guilt than he ever did for the winter soldier. "You told me that I was better off without you, that you were bad for me. And you just walked away. You broke my heart, James." She whispered the last part, the words hanging in the air like a broken chandelier. She put her untouched shot on the table, got up and left. After Buckys shock wore off, he got up and left, going to his apartment in DC. He figured she needed space, from him.

"Nice one, Bob," John said.

It had been 3 days since the drinking games incident. Bucky had been in DC, tending to congressman duties and preparing for the gala this weekend. Y/n had made very few appearances, mainly staying in her room and sometimes the kitchen. Yelena was searching the couch cushions that morning for the remote when she pulled out a little pocket picture book.

"Whats this.?" She asked, standing up and showing it around.

"Let me see that," John said. She handed him the book and he looked it over. "This is Buckys," he said before flipping it open. There were two pictures side by side. One of Bucky and Steve in the 40s at Coney Island, the second one was them older, pre-blip. Then the next one was of Y/n and Bucky, smiling into the camera. "They looked so happy." John said, showing the picture to Yelena. The rest of the team came over to look through some of the photos.

"That's not yours," Y/ns voice cut through as she walked over. She took the picture book from John, carefully closing it and tucking it away. "Wheres Valentina.? I was told she need to see me," she said.

"Yes I do. I need you to go to the Gala this weekend. Congressman Barnes needs his wife to make an official appearance." Valentina said as she walked in. She look in Y/n's appearance, 3 days clothes and unwashed hair. "You look like shit, you need a shower."

"Go fuck yourself," Y/n said with a sarcastic smile.

"You're going to the Gala, so take a shower, have an orgasm and get your shit together. Your husband is a congressman and you will be there this weekend." She said, smiling before waving and walking out. Y/n smiled and put up a finger on each hand as she walked away.

"You know what.? What if we had a girls day.?" Y/n asked, looking at Yelena and Ava. They both agreed and Y/n went to get changed. She untucked the picture book and smiled sadly at the pictures. She saw their life together in pictures; her in his kitchen in his shirt trying to cover the camera, him in her bed with Alpine on his chest and a book in his hand, them on their honeymoon. A realization dawned on her as she looked through the pictures, the ones that he held onto this whole time.

He never let go and dispite the heartbreak of him leaving, being so close to him was so much worse. She realized she missed their life, their early mornings, their lazy afternoons, walking Alpine in the park. She missed him.

"Hey, Y/n. You ready to go.? I got us a taxi," Yelena called from just beyond her door.

"Yeah," Y/n called, quickly changing and putting her hair up. She followed Yelena out and met with Ava at the car. They went to the spa, went shopping, Y/n even got the perfect dress for the gala.

"So we're walking back to the tower." Ava asked. "On such a hot day."

"Sun is good for you," Y/n said as she smiled to herself, feeling a wave of nostalgia. She used to walk this way with Wanda and Natasha, now her new sisters walked behind her.

"So, that dress. Its going to kill Barnes." Yelena said, looking over at Y/n.

"Quite possibly."

The night of the gala had come and she stood infront of the mirror for about half an hour. She was almost about to call it all off but that little picture book on her bed gave her hope. That little picture book with the initials JBB stamped into the leather. That picture book that held their life.

"Holy shit," Walker said when Y/n walked out. The rest of the team was staring ar her as well. "Bucky will actually have a heart attack when he sees you," he said, lookig her up and down.

"You look hot," Yelena said. Y/n shook her head, holding that matching clutch that held her side piece and that picture book. "Go get your husband," she said.

Bucky had that fake smile on, not really paying attention to anything anyone said. He couldn't focus on anything but her all week. As soon as this Gala was over, he was going to race over to her and ask her to forgive him. To take him back. He was in his head when a murmur came near the steps. He moved where he could see better and nearly dropped his glass..

Y/n felt everyone watching her as she walked down the steps, her eyes focused on her footing. She had been looking for him but couldn't make him out in the crowd, b lining for the bar instead. She was not even one drink in when some creep came up to her.

"Hey, gorgeous. Let me pay for that." He said, gesturing to her drink.

"Hey, genius, its an open bar," Y/n said, sipping her drink and ignoring him.

"Such a rude mouth for a lady, maybe I should wash it out for you." He said, stepping closer.

"If you don't back up, I'm going to break your hand," she said. "I'm married." He smirked, his hand finding the top of her thigh slit and slipping against her soft flesh.

"I don't see a husband, love," he whispered, his breath on her neck. Her body suddenly froze, a sick feeling in her stomach. Suddenly, he was ripped away followed by a loud cracking sound.

"Keep your filthy fucking hands off my wife!" Bucky suddenly said, standing infront of Y/n. Security came over as Bucky adjusted his cuff. "Take him out, no one's allowed to touch a woman like that," he said.

"Right away, Mr. Barnes," the security garud said.

"Thank you, Mike." Bucky said before turning toward Y/n. "Are you ok, doll.? I should have been faster," he said, looking her over.

"I'm fine, James." She said, hushed and hurridly as people started watching them. He looked her in the eyes for a moment too long. "Ask me to dance," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Care to dance with me, darlin.?" He asked, his hand out to her. She took it with a smile and let him lead her to the dance floor. Their body's easily fell back into rhythm within each other. "I miss you, doll," he whispered.

"Don't do this, not here," she whispered back. "You walked away," she added.

"I know, and its haunted me since." He whispered. His hand was on the small of her back, his metal one wrapped gently around hers. "I miss you in my kitchen, in just my shirt. I miss your laugh, your smile. I need you doll," he said, looking into her eyes.

"You have no idea how unfair this is." She whispered. He pulled her closer his hands on her hips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Move in with me," he whispered.

"What.?" She asked, looking into his eyes. Was he serious.?

"You're my wife, I need you in my bed every morning, barefoot in my kitchen and in every aspect of my life. I will spend forever making up for letting you leave," he told her, looking inti her eyes as he guided her perfectly to the music. God, how could he still make her feel like that.? The way her body responded to his touch, like she was finally whole again.

"Ok. Take me home, James," she whispered, feeling that warmththat came from him. He smiled like she'd given him the world on a golden platter. And in his eyes, she had.

"As you wish, Mrs. Barnes."

Bucky pinned her up against the wall, the door slammed shut behind them in a haste to get inside. His hand started at the top of the slit before sliding down her soft flesh, his fingers hooked around the band of her thong, sliding it down her soft plush thighs.  

     “I missed you so much, doll,” he whispered, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. She gasped out soft, her hands on his shoulders. Her body shivered against his familiar touch. “Say my name, darlin,” he whispered, his hand sliding up her inner thigh. 

     “James,” she whispered in his ear. He growled low before he dropped down to his knees. His hand held her thigh up and open with his metal hand. Her hand reached back to brace on the marble of the kitchen counter, his other hand pulling back the thigh slit more. His mouth claimed her for his own again, the apartment filled with her sounds of pleasure. He took his time on her, making sure to savor her taste like it was his last meal. 

    “Mmm, doll, you still taste so sweet.” He said, standing up. He slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it drop to pool around her feet. She still wore her heels as he picked her up by the back of the thighs and slid her onto the counter.

"Do you care about this shirt.?" She asked, her lips against his neck.

"No, why.?" he asked but instead of an answer, she simply tore the shirt open. He chuckled against her lips before she started staining his chest and neck with her lip stick.

"I need to feel you," she whispered in his ear. He quickly undid his pants and let them drop to his ankles, kicking his shoes off in them before he picked her up off the counter and carried her to the room. Her back hit the bed sheets as he slid her heels off and let his briefs hit the floor.

"I love you, Y/n," he whispered as he crawled up between her thighs. She sat up and crashed her lips to his, her legs propped open around his hips.

"I love you, James," she whispered against his lips before he slipped into her. They shared a breath, a heartbeat as he bottomed out. She gasped, her eyes on his as their hips moved together in rhythm.

"You're so perfect,darlin," he whispered as he rolled his hips against hers. "My gorgeous wife," he praised, his metal hand braced against the headboard while his human one wrapped around her back.

"I missed you so much, James," she whispered into his ear. She was close, he could tell, he was too. "My loving husband," she whispered. He groaned, rocking into her and holding her close to him. They were both nearing their ends, her walls fluttering around him and bringing him deeper.

"Fuck, darlin," he groaned, her legs hooked tight around his hips as he came deep inside. He peppered kissed along her shoulder, neck, jaw and cheek to her lips. They rode out their highs before he cleaned her up, wrapping her in the covers. "God, I'm never letting you go again," Bucky whispered into her hair as he held her against him. His fingers traced along her arm as she drifted to sleep, him following soon after.

Y/n woke up in his arms, half shocked that he stayed and the other half glad he did. She tried slipping out of bed without waking him but his metal arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. She let out a giggle as he pulled her onto his lap.

"Where you goin'.?" He asked, his voice low and raspy. She almost melted into him, his Brooklyn accent thick in her ear.

"I was gonna make some coffee," she whispered as he pulled her down for a kiss. She kissed him back, tasting him again.

"Mm, coffee sounds nice," he hummed against her lips. She smiled into the kiss, before squirming out of his grasp. He watched her move about the apartment just a thong and his shirt that she ended up wearing last night.

"Shit," she muttered, looking at her phone. "We gotta get back to the- hey!" Bucky had come up behind her and plucked her phone out of her hand. "James, give me my phone back, Valentina-"

"I will deal with Valentina, I haven't had you barefoot in my kitchen in so long, I'm savoring Every. Last. Second." He whispered, stepping closer to her as he spoke and peppered kissed against her cheeks to punctuate his words. She found it so hard to argue, especially when his veto to go to the watchtower was seconded by a little meow. Y/n scooped up Alpine with a wide smile before grabbing down their cups.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Barnes." She whispered. He walked over as she set Alpine on the counter, Bucky wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. Everything felt like a dream.

"Mrs. Barnes," he whispered, his breath brushing her ear. She giggled, and he felt that warmth spreading through his being. He gave Alpine a good head scatch before stepping back to admire the view. The way she moved around the kitchen like shed been here the whole time, making them coffee like she used to. He had her back.

His wife.

[thatonexreader]

White Widow

Bucky Barnes x Widow! Reader

This is a little universe that I am creating. There will be more parts that will act as separate stories but all in the same timeline. I hope you enjoy!

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Torture, PTSD, trauma, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier

Let me know if I missed any warnings

The red room. That was where they had met. He was there to train one of the first strings of widows, being paired up with the very best of them. She'd been taken when she was young, sold out by her mother at the ripe age of 21.

Belaya Vdova. The White Widow.

That's what they called her. Of course she'd be a perfect spar, pair, partner, to the winter soldier. Right.?

He'd been the soldat for about 10 years now, his past life already a distant memory he couldn't see. Of course, the feeling was still there, burried deep in his chest. A distant warmth that bubbled just below the surface, a warmth she seemed to raidate.

They were evenly matched. She was quick, precise, evasive, but he was patient, deliberate, strong. They would always seem to tie, stale mate, one for one. The perfect balance of Hydra and the red room. They were built to be machines but at the base of it all, they were human. And humans had feelings.

Humans had needs.

He was there for a month. Only a month. But it was long enough for one lonely training night to turn not so lonely. For her warmth to boil something out of him. For his touch to ignite something in her chest. They had already been close in other physical ways, what was one more.? What was one emotional oulet going to hurt.?

He was patrolling the halls, sleep being the one thing to elude him. As he walked past the training room, he saw her. She was in a black sports bra and spanxex training pants, her skin glistening in the moonlight under the beads of sweat. Something changed in him, something small, something almost familiar. Just a spark.

But it had him moving into the room. She instantly turned at the noise, a throwing knife flying at his face. He caught it with ease and precision in his left hand, her chest moving up and down with each heavy breath. His eyes watched the motion, dark hungry eyes as the knife hit the ground with a soft clatter.

He was a hunter, she was his prey and he was suddenly ravenously hungry. Tonight he would feed, he'd give into that need. Tonight, she would be his. If only for tonight.

If only forever.

"Watch your form," he said simply, walking closer to her. She could feel his breath, his warm body close to hers. His hands moved her body into the correct position before he stepped back and got into his own fighting position. She wasn't looking for a fight, but he looked like he was. So she would give him what he wanted.

"Fine," she whispered, before they began to spar. It was just like every time before. She was just small and quick enough to slip under him but he made up for it with his strength and patience. But something was definitely different this time. Something about not having all those eyes on them, something about the idea of them getting caught. He had her pinned to the glass, the snow falling hard outside. His metal hand was around her throat, her legs wrapped around his waist. They shared a heavy breath, one beat, before their lips were crashing in a firey hunger.

"Stay quiet," he whispered in her ear, before they wound up on the ground. It was purely physical need, the way their bodies tangled with each other. His hands guiding her hips onto his. Her hands on his chest as she rolled her hips against him. His eyes watched her a moment before he flipped them to take control. His metal hand pinned her hands above her head while his other hooked under her leg to keep it up by his hips.

"Fu-fuck," she muttered, loud enough for only him to hear. She was filled with him, his hips snapping forward and rolling against hers at such a pace she was sure to have bruises. His hands moved to her hips, him sitting back just enough to watch her as she finished. It was hard, crashing over her like a monsoon. He didnt stop, though, he went harder. Faster. Her body arched, her fingers digging into his wrists.

"Hold on, we're not done yet," he whispered in her ear. He had flipped her, her pinned over the vaulting horse. His hands gripped her hips as he rocked into her. If the horse wasn't bolted down, it would be bending under the pressure of their weight. He kissed the back of her neck, picking her up by her neck.

"Ah, i- ah" soft moans left her lips as his hands slid over her soft skin. Her back was flush against his chest before he pinned her to the glass. His hips rolled and rocked forward, his hand over her mouth as his lips left kisses on the back of her neck.

"Come on my cock," he growled. His hips snapped forward, her plush ass bouncing against his hips. She came again, hard, shaky, needy. Her eyes filled with tears as his hand held tight on her mouth. When his end came, his lips crashed to hers again. She drank the noises he made, this kiss less hungry and more about the need. His warm liquid slipped down her thighs and behind her knees. He helped her get her clothes back on, his fluid sticky on her legs and setting deep inside her as she went back to her resting quarters.

A reminder. She was his.

They had managed to keep their little nightly affair hidden, it changing something in them. Every time he held her, or filled her with his cum. Every time she rode him, each kiss, each touch. Each whispered praise and soft spoken word. It was becoming less physical. It started slipping dangerously into emotional. They would linger together, after they were long finished, just holding each other. She reminded him of something that he was before the winter soldier, while he reminded her of something they could be.

There was something unspoken but undeniable between the two, a connection. Something pure, something raw and warm. It was becoming harder to keep up the act, harder to hide that he was holding his punches. It was getting harder for her to hide her gazes, her lingering touches. They were at risk of exposing themselves.

One day, she had to go up against the subject known as The Mountain. The Soldat had to stand and watch, his fists clenched tight as his sides. The Mountain was ruthless and brutal, landing several hits to her torso and head. As much as it pained the soldat to see her hurt, it would be far worse if he exposed them now. She would probably be killed on the spot and erased from his mind. So, instead, he made a plan. He would get her out.

They would escape.

The fresh falling snow was the perfect cover, the broken glass window in the training room was the only sign they had left. It had been hours, they shouldve been freezing. Her skin seemed to turn a slight shade of blue, but they weren't cold. And they couldn't stop. They had to get to the town. He could see the faint light of the small village that was miles from the facility. There was a cabin, intact but abandoned on the far side of the little town. It was good enough to wait out the storm. There were old clothes still hung in the closet, them wrapping themselves up.

"James," she whispered. He turned to her like she had burst into flames. That name. That was his name. But how did she know it.? Hell, he didnt even know it. Not until it was whispered off her lips.

"How.." he asked.

"I.. heard it. In your head." She said. He looked at her a moment before he was infront of her in two strides. He took her face in his hands, looking into her eyes.

"Say it again," he whispered before he kissed her lips soft. Each utterance of his name brought them closer to the old bed. His hands explored her body like he had many times before. His name on her lips, her soft cold skin under his touch. Her back hit the old bed as he climbed ontop, their naked bodies creating a heat between them.

"Fuck, James." She whispered, her fingers in his hair. His warm body covered hers, his hips rolling against hers. Being filled by him, she felt that sense of emptiness being washed away. "James," she whispered in his ear like a silent prayer. Like a curse.

"Again, baby," he whispered. A chill shot down her spine, his hands caressing every sensitive part of her. "Say it again," he whispered. She obliged, his name spilling from her lips like a breath. Like it was her lifeline. Like he was. Each time he got her off, each whisper of his name, every roll of his hips, every time she gripped him tight, were all ingrained into their bodies, their souls.

They laid there together, a sense of freedom washing over them. In the morning, the cabin was abandoned once again. Raided for clothes and supplies before the pair disappeared into the snow. They found a train and took it to til the end, ending up in a distant town. Here they sold a few supplies and got better clothes, blending into the crowd.

It had been a few months. They were living in a remote village, they were friends with everyone, they spoke the language. They fit in. They were hidden. Safe. Or so he thought. Until he watched them drag her out before they grabbed him. This being the first of many times they escaped, some how always seeming to find each other.

Like gravity.

They would fight, oh, would they fight. But alas he always wound up in that chair. He always faught to remember. Her warmth, her smile, her touch, her laugh, her. He fought so hard. Maybe she lingered in there before they put him on ice again.

She would be kept around to stitch him up from time to time. Neither remembered the other, however, but maybe something lingered. Something deep and raw, burried beneath what hydra put there. Maybe it was just a matter of time..

Bucky didn't get along with most people, but he didn't get along with her most of all. She had come from the red room and hydra, having stitched up the winter soldier a handful of times. So when she came to join the team, he was apprehensive. Every one seemed to loved her, as she carried the sun on her shoulders.

But she was reckless, careless and stubborn.

Most her missions ended with more damage than needed, her lack of planning or regard for herself leading to mistakes. Her stubborn nature lead to her life or others lives usually in jeopardy. Like the mission they were recently called away on.

He was the sniper, taking out an enemy behind Steve while she was dealing with more than she could. Bucky saw it too late, making his way down the building to save her from the handful of gun men closing in on her. Which lead to the current situation, her and Bucky alone in the safe house.

"I'll take first watch," she said, still in her Kevlar. She was trying to hide her wounded side but he saw right through her.

"You're bleeding," he said, matter of factly. She had taken a bullet to the side while he was on his way to rescue her from where she was pinned down.

"And.?" She said, not turning to him but instead peaking out the window. Stubborn woman.

"And you need to be patched up." He said. When she didnt respond, he groaned in annoyance. He got up and grabbed the med kit before walking over to her.

"What.?" She asked, finally looking at him. He could see it, he always could. The guilt, the regret, the pain she always tried to hide after a botched or hectic mission.

"Take off your suit so I can fix it." He said. She shook her head at him, resisting the urge to put pressure on the white hot pain in her side. It hurt, but she would be damned if she showed him weakness.

"Im fine, James," she said before pearing out the window again. He didn't understand why he let her call him that, most people weren't allowed. Not even Steve. But it sounded good on her lips.

"Now is not the time to be a stubborn brat, now is the time to let me take care of you." He said. That had her speechless, he was harsh but somehow also gentle. So, she sat on the table in just her sports bra after carefully removing the Kevlar. Her side was soaked with crimson, the sight making Bucky falter a moment. He could see the scars from hydra, faint but there.

"Its cold, Barnes. If you won't do it let m-" she was cut off with a hiss leaving her lips as he pressed the antiseptic to her side. "Ouch," she hissed as he cleaned her up.

"Don't be a baby," he said while cleaning the blood up. The wound wasn't that bad, the bullet just grazed her but it was enough to cut through the Kevlar of her suit and bite into her skin.

"Thank you, for saving my ass out there.." she whispered, not looking up at him. He gently applied the gauze and carefully wrapped it. It rested right above those prong shapped scars, multiple ones layered over each other.

"You were distracted, left yourself wide open," he said, trying to ignore the pit in his chest. She didn't say anything, just looked at his hands as they packed up the med kit. She got up and went to put her blood soaked Kevlar back on when he stopped her. "What are you doing.?" He asked.

"I didn't bring extra clothes and its cold," she said. He rolled his eyes, walking over to his go-bag, pulling out his red Henley and tossing it at her.

"There, its not bullet proof but it should keep you warm." He said before he started unstraping his gear. She carefully slid the shirt on, his scent wrapping around her. Like trees and rain. "I'll want that back, so don't bleed on it," he said.

"Whatever, jerk," she said rolling her eyes. But a soft smile played at her lips as she tried, and failed, to hide it from him. She lingered a little too long, playing gently with the hem of the sleeves. "I'm taking first watch," she said, shaking her head and walking out of view to the window.

Bucky didn't understand it, why it bothered him so much to see her hurt. Why, when he caught her smiling and playing with the seams of his shirt, did his heart do a flip. Why, when she took her turn sleeping, did he have a hard time focusing on the task at hand. He hated her, right.? But something deep down told him otherwise, something was drawing them together. He knew it, it was burried deep down inside. Something hydra had tried taking from them..

"N-no.." a soft voice broke through his thoughts. He almost thought he was just hearing things when he heard it again. "No- No" he heard. He looked toward the bedroom door, his brows furred together. "G-get off.. No, no.. no!" His body moved before his brain could overthink it. She was covered in sweat, her body ridged in the bed as her breath came fast and heavy. Bucky was kneeling beside her, gently pulling her upright.

"Hey, hey! Look at me, doll," he said, the nickname slipping out. Her head rolled back a moment before her eyes snapped open. She looked around panicked, instinctively curling up. But Bucky was already pulling her into his arms, her body tense against him. "I got you," he whispered. Her body trembled in his grasp, the memories of the nightmares still fresh in her head.

"I-i.. they.. they made me.." she couldn't form the words, gripping onto his shoulders. He gently rubbed circles in her back and held her that night. That's when they started, the memories. Just small snippets. But he held her closer because of them. Because of that warmth that was blooming in his chest.

Things were.. different between the two after that. He seemed to be able to tolerate her presence more, the hostility replaced with something almost friendly. The rest of the team noticed the change but no one said anything, welcoming that versus the latter.

Bucky was about to make his usual after gym morning black coffee when she handed him a cup, already the way he liked it and fresh off the pot. She said nothing before returning to her conversation with Loki about pop culture.

"Thanks," he mumbled, moving to the arm chair in the living room. After taking a sip, he squinted at the cup like it had personally offended him, and in a way it had. How dare she make his coffee for him.? And make it taste better than his usually did.? And how dare she just hand it to him so casually like it was a normal, everyday occurrence.?

But after that, it was. He'd walk into the kitchen, post gym and towel around his neck and a fresh cup would be waiting for him. He started to notice things about her he hadn't before, the snippets of memories associated with each. Like the way her nose scrunched up when she laughed and he saw them together in an old Russian cabbin. Or how she managed to put everyone first; restocking Lokis tea, replacing mugs that Thor broke, finding all of Bartons arrows like it was a scavenger hunt. She would comfort Wanda after missions, spar with Steve when he needed a vent, take way to many shots with Nat and even talked Tony out of reckless building and inventing. Now the coffee.

But he also noticed the things she tried to hide, things he didn't remember noticing. Like the nightmares that plagued her nightly, a feeling he should be there with her. Or the 3am gym sessions when she couldnt sleep and he'd spar with her. Or the scars that she kept neatly out of sight with make up or her Kevlar. The scars just under her ribs, from the punishments in hydra. One fateful swim day they were almost revealed.

"Lady Arya, you must enjoy the water on this warm day!" Thor hollared from the rooftop pool.

"I don't swim, Thor. I'm just here to tan." She called back from the sun bed, her sunglasses firmly in place.

"Nonsense!" Thor said, moving before she could react. The water was cold and the foundation she had put on quickly melted in the clear blue.

"Thor! What the hell!" She shouted, quickly making her way to the edge. Just before she left the water, she remembered the scars. If she got out now, they would be revealed.

"Here," Bucky said, reaching his hand down, a towel ready in the other. She looked at him with wide eyes before taking his hand and letting him lift her from the water and quickly wrap the towel around her. Her eyes met his as he carefully wrapped it around her. "Why don't you go shower.?" He suggested. She nodded and left without another word.

The night of Tony's party made it all come back to him, the memories of their life together. He had suggested a 40s themed party, a joke at first that was quickly turned serious when Y/n, Wanda, Pietro and Steve actually agreed. Bucky was reluctant at first but Steve convinced him. He got out one of his old shirts and slacks. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like his old self. He had trimmed his hair, shaved the beard down to stuble. Why put so much effort in.?

Simple. For her. He wanted her to remember him. To remember them.

She had her hair up, an apricot summer dress that fit her too well. The way she swayed to the music, dancing with Natasha and let her spin her had Bucky feeling jealous of the ex assassin.

"If you don't go ask her to dance, I will," Steve suddenly said from beside him. That was the push he needed. He made his way to her, Natasha seeing him coming and happily making an excuse to leave.

"Care to dance doll.?" He asked. She smiled and turned to him, his metal hand out in offering.

"I would love too," she said. Just then, as if by coincidence, or maybe a certain Playlist adjustment, a slow song came on. That old Ella Fitzgerald song, Dream a Little Dream of Me. It all came back to him.

The red room, meeting her, their affair, esacping together, having that little life in the cabin, dancing to that old record in the living room, hydra erasing their minds.

His hands easily found her waist and it was like a love scene from a movie. Her head was tucked under his chin, her hand on his shoulder as he guided her easily in the moves. He hummed along with the song and she moved in closer to him.

It was just them in the room, to them at least. The rest of the team watched the pair happily, glad they were finally making moves towards each other. The song wasn't long, but it lasted forever to them. When it came to an end, he pulled back enough to see her face.

"Can I kiss you, doll.?" He whispered. She nodded, her cheeks red. His hands moved to hold her face, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Her knees felt weak and she was glad his hands moved back to her waist. Their lips moved together as she melted into him.

She hadnt remembered him quite yet, but they were closer now. She wore his dogtags when he was on missions, rested her legs across his lap during movie time, continued with his coffee-after-gym routine. He brought her coffee after her morning showers and was there during her 3am gym sessions. It was a silent understanding, an unspoken bond that they had.

Then, Sharon Carter joined the team. She moved into the compound, right across from Y/n. From the start it was clear that she was up to no good, constantly making comments toward Y/n or flirty remarks towards Bucky. They wouldn't engage at first, not until Sharon made the wrong comment.

"Morning, you look like shit," she said one day. Y/n hadn't slept, her nightmares especially loud last night. Bucky shot the blonde a look, one that could make the God of Thunder shake. But the blonde wasn't scared.

"And somehow, still looking better than you," Y/n quipped back.

"I didn't get alot of sleep, someone kept screaming across the hall." Sharon said. Y/n faltered a second, not enough for her to notice but Bucky did. He always did.

"Sorry, we should be quieter James." Y/n said, not missing a beat and leaning over the back of the couch to kiss Buckys cheek.

"That didn't sound like sex," Sharon said.

"Not my fault you're so dried up that you forgot what it sounds like," she quipped. He smirked at her and that made Sharon stop. Y/n held a tough face. But in her room it was a different story.

"I.. im sorry. I don't know what came ove me.. I just..." she began to say. He cut her off, his head snapping to her.

"Don't," he said walking over to her and cupping her face. "Don't you dare apologize." He whispered, taking her face in his hands. "That bitch deserves it." He said, before his lips captured hers. His hands slid down to her exposed thighs, the warmth that radiated off them almost burned him.

"I need you James," she whispered against his lips. His hands gripped her shorts, kissing her neck before he tore them off her. Next to go was the body suit, the clasp too easily undone. Her body was bare underneath, now completely exposed to him. Her ass hitting the edge of the bed as he dropped between her knees.

"Let me taste you, doll," he asked. She nodded his fingers slipping her thong off, her wet slick waiting for him. His mouth engulfed her heat, a groan coming from his throat. "Mm, you're so sweet, darlin'" he whispered before his toung slipped inside. He lapped her up, his hands holding her thighs over his shoulders. The noises she made were enough to make him drunk, but then her taste as she squirmed under him.

     “Fuck, James.” She whispered, her hands tangled in his dark brown locks. He flicked his tounge across her senstive bud before trailing kissed up from her driping cunt up her navel and across her stomach. Her skin was pebbled under touch as he kissed up her torso and between the swell of her breasts. His hands slid up her sides, her body arching into his touch.

         “Say it again.” He whispered againsther ear, his voice rough and husky. His length was coated in her juices as she rolled her hips up against his. 

         “Fuck me, James,” she whispered in his ear. Her warmth wrapped around him in an instant. Their bodies molded together, the heat they formed was enough to last a lifetime. He left his mark all over her neck, collar bone and her chest. She was his, in all the ways that mattered, she was his. 

          She hadn't been held in so long, this feeling he gave her was beyond compare. Her body felt like it was made for him, like he was the only one who was allowed to touch her. She wanted to be his, if only for a moment.

If only forever..

The marks he left on her skin, the way his hands felt on her hips, the way he felt inside her. His name fell from his lips like it was the sweetest honey.  This moment, in his arms, his embrace, him; they were forever ingrained into the fibers of her being. 

He almost had her back, she was so close to remembering. But of course, they had to come back into the picture. Sharon had been working with Hydra, an agent who was familiar with Y/n. Brock Rumlow.

She was walking the halls, holding Bucky's dog tags on her hands when someone bumped into her. The aluminum tags clattered to the ground as she turned and saw him.

"Rumlow.." she whispered. He smirked at her before lunging at her and grabbing her. She fought and struggled against him as he drug her to the end of the hall. The doors opened and she almost felt hopeful, until she saw Sharon standing there.

"Hurry, Barnes is looking for her." She said. Y/n gave one last ditch effort, yelling for him.

"James! Help!" She screamed, hoping he would hear. She felt a pain in her neck, Sharon infornt of her before everything when black.

Y/n was strapped to the memory suppressing machine, her head slumped down. There was an echo down the hall of gunfire as the machine jolted to life. The gun fire was getting closer, agents running towards the exits. The Doctor focused on Y/n, her screams filling the room as he read the words. The door suddenly broke open as Bucky stormed in with the other Avengers.

"No.." he whispered, his heart dropping when he saw her strapped down. He broke the controls and the machine powered down. As soon as Arya was free, he pulled her into his arms. He lifted her up her body slumped against his. He looked up and was relieved to see Steve running up to him. 

As one of the nurses came to draw her blood, she suddenly shot up. It happened so fast, a scaple pressed to the nurses throat as she hid behind her. Bruce had his hands up as he tried to walk toward her.

"отступи или она умрет (back off or she dies) " she said, the scalpel blade presses into the nurses flesh.

"I didn't understand that.." Bruce said, looking back at the door where Bucky was already on his way in.

"белая вдова (white widow)" Bucky said, getting her attention. Her eyes locked on his as he slowly inched forward with his palms raised. "отпусти ее (let her go)" he said. Her eyes were still locked on his as she slowly lowered the scalpel and let the frightened nurse run off.

"где я (where am i)" she asked, her voice quiet. "кто я (who am i)"

"дома, ты дома (home, you're home" he whispered, stepping past Bruce. She seemed to let him cross the threshold. "тебя зовут Арья (your name is Y/n)"

"кто отдает приказы (who gives orders)" she asked, him stopping a few steps away from her.

"никто (no one)" he told her, looking into her eyes. "они не смогут тебя сюда доставить (they wont be able to get you here)" he added. She studied his eyes, looking for any sign of lies or deceit.

"Why have you brought me here.?" She asked. He went to gently hold her face when she pulled away. His jaw locked before he pulled his hand away.

"This is your home, you're safe here" he whispered. She shivered slightly before he shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Did I know you.?" She asked, looking up at him with guilt. "Did we know each other.?"

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes soft as he looked down at her.

"I'm sorry.. I don't remember.." she whispered, her gaze dropping.

"The memories will return, and if they don't, we can make new ones" he told her. Her eyes met his again and she felt a spark of something in her chest. She was given a room next to his, some borrowed pants from Natasha and some shirts from Bucky. She had been there for about 3 days when Thor returned to Earth with Loki.

Y/n sat in the arm chair, her eyes scanning the room tentatively. Bucky was in the kitchen, warming up the tea kettle while he watched over her. She still hadn't remembered much, but she had been close to Bucky. She felt a sense of safety in his presence, something she'd scarcely been missing her whole life.

"Friends! I have returned with my brother! Let us rejoice in midgardian celebrations!" Thor hollared as he walked into the compound living room.

"We can throw it at the tower, like old times," Tony suggested. Y/n shot a tentative look at Bucky, who offered a gentle nod. Loki eyed Y/n curiously before a realization finally dawned on him.

"Who are your parents.?" He asked her.

"I don't know," she said, simply. He suddenly was standing right next to her, the previous image of him shimmering out of its illusion. Bucky moved quickly, but not before Loki took hold of her forearm with a Jotën hand.

"Brother," Thor boomed before he saw the way her skin changed.

"Your mother was Katrina Petrova. A young witch in the 30s, I didn't think she kept the child," Loki said before Bucky pried his hand off.

"How do you know my mother's name.?" Y/n looked at him, gently craddling her arm where he held it. "What did you do to me.?"

"Im your father, child," Loki said, standing straight. Y/n felt like she couldn't breathe, her hand flying out to grip onto something.

"James.." she whispered before everything went dark. Bucky was quick, far quicker than gravity, hoisting her up in his arms easily.

"I'm taking her to rest," he said. Loki went to follow, Thor and Steve stopping him. He was about to protest and sneak past when Steve said to let them have a moment.

Bucky hadn't realized he'd passed out while sitting beside her bed, not until he woke up to a warmth on his face. His eyes peaked open and he saw her sitting up, smiling down at him. He sat up fast, his eyes locked in hers as he cupped her face.

"Hey, how are you.?" He asked. She smiled soft at him, her eyes filling with tears before the realization dawned on him. "Doll.? Have you come back to me.?" He asked, his voice barely audible.

"I'll always come back to you, James," she whispered. He couldn't contain his joy, crawling into the bed with her and pressing his lips to hers.

"I missed you, darlin," he whispered. his thumbs stroking her cheeks. Her eyes filled with tears and the walls finally fell, after so many years, they both crumbled into each other's arms. Her back hit the bed as he crawled over her. His hands waisted no time in stripping her clothes from her, soft tender kisses pressed on every inch of her skin.

"James.." she whispered, his name like a soft prayer on her lips. "I love you," she whispered. He pulled back from her neck, his eyes locking on hers. His body was still flush against hers, his eyes searching hers as if he didn't hear her.

"What.." he whispered. She felt her mouth go dry, the words leaving her tongue. After a moment, he pressed soft kissed to her cheek. "Again, baby. Say it again," he whispered, trailing kisses to her jaw and down her neck.

"I love you, James," she whispered, her fingers finding their way into his dark brown locks. His hands held her hips, his lips trailing her skin.

"I love you too, doll," he whispered between kisses. His cool vibranium fingers slid down her hot skin, making it pebble up under his touch. His fingers traced every inch of her flesh, his touch burned into the fibers of her being.

"James, fu-fuck," she shuddered. His body moved down hers as he settled between her thighs. His eyes looked at her once before his mouth dipped down and claimed her. He took his time on her, making sure to savor her taste like it was his last meal.

    “Mmm, doll, you taste so sweet.” He said, sitting back up. Her juices were on his chin and in his stubble as he kissed every piece of skin he could in the way up. He positioned his hips between her thighs, looking down at her under him. This time it was different, it was pure passion. When he filled her, her body felt like it could melt right there. His hips rocked forward, agonizingly and beautifully slow, letting her feel every inch. Her body pooled with that feeling, that warmth he'd always given her.

"I love you," she whispered, his hips snapping forward. His name rolled off her lips as her moved inside her. More than the physical but the emotional void they both felt without the other was washed away in each kiss.

"You're mine, doll, you're mine," he whispered, a prayer. A promise. He held her giving her everything she needed and more. He brought her past the breaking point and back just to do it again.

Y/n sighed happily, tracing patterns on his chest while he kissed the top of her head. His fingers danced alone her shoulder while she counted his heartbeat. They knew they would have to leave the sanctuary of the room and face the team, but for now they enjoyed what they had.

[thatonexreader]

His Little Witch

Damon Salvatore x Witch! Reader

⚠️!!Warnings!!⚠️

Near death experience, Damon angry, drinking, language

Damon watched her at the bar, charming the poor boy into giving her and her friends free drinks. He couldn't explain the feeling he got in his chest when he saw her, despite the fact she hated him. Her eyes met his from across the bar and he smirked at her, earning an eyeroll in return. When Y/n had first arrived, he was suspicious of her. She was a witch, and a powerful one at that, but she became good friends with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena. Damon watched them taking shots, before Y/n looked at him again.

"Why does he always stare like that.?" She asked, looking at the other three. Her h/c hair bouced and swayed with her movements.

"Cuz he's stalking Elena," Bonnie said, rolling her eyes. Damon didnt notice the look Y/n got, before she suddenly finished her drink.

"Right, Elena. Kathrines doppelganger," Y/n said. Elena gave her a look, shaking her head a bit.

"Are we really doing this right now.?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"No, your right Elena. I just realized I'm late for a date so," Y/n said before excusing herself. Damon felt something in his chest when she said date, who could she possibly be seeing.? He fould himself following her, but he was more confused when she went home. Did she lie about having a date.? He made his way inside, her eyes landing on him as he walking in.

"Hello, princess," he said, looking her over in her sweats and baggy shirt.

"What do you want, Damon.?" She asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I didn't think this was date attire," he said, smirking at her. She rolled her eyes before walking into the kitchen, him following.

"My couch and Netflix don't care how I dress," she said, pulling down a bowl and a bag of chips. She poured the chips into the bowl and carried it to the living room.

"Well, what are we watching.?" He asked, sitting down on her couch. He watched her roll her eyes at him again without protesting.

"I'm going to watch scary stuff," she said before sitting on the opposite side of the couch. The bowl was set between them as she scrolled Netflix, finding a movie she wanted. Damon moved the bowl onto his lap, earning a glare from Y/n.

"Don't want any crumbs," he said before smirking at her. She moved just close enough to still reach the contents in the bowl. His arm went behind her head on the back of the couch, a comfortable silence falling over them. Damon felt her lean into him half way through the movie, his arm instantly dropping around her. He looked down to see her eyes glued to the screen as she nussled into him for comfort. There was that feeling in his chest again, that scary, unknown, but familiar and exciting feeling. He gently pulled her face to look at him, their eyes meeting for a moment before his lips pressed to hers. He wasn't sure why, he didn't even expect her to kiss back. But when she did, he felt the sparks ignite in his chest, a fire he knew would consume him.

"Honey, we're home!" Y/n's mom suddenly called, coming from the foyer. Damon pulled away, looking into y/n's s eyes before he was gone. "Oh, sweetie, I told you to stop watching those scary movies," her mom said. He dad looked around the room, shaking his head a bit.

"Couldn't clean up.?" He asked, a look of disappointment evident in his eyes. They went upstairs to their room, Y/n was left alone for a moment.

"That's how they great you?" Damon asked, coming out of his hiding place. She sighed looking up at him, her eyes a sea of emotions.

"That's my parents," she said, pulling the blanket over her. "At least it's not foster care," she padded before resuming her movie. Damon knew about her adoption, he was probably the only one of the group that she'd told.

"I'll fix them," Damon said, walking over and sitting next to her.

"If you compel my parents, I will hurt you," she said, her green eyes meeting his. He smirked at her, his eyes scanning her features. After the movie was over, Damon noticed she'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. He carefully picked her up into his arms, carrying her up to her room.

"Sleep well, princess," he whispered, tucking her into the blankets. He looked at her sleeping form, her face calm as she slept. He could feel that fire that started growing, fearing the dangers of letting it consume him. Or her. Were there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned.

Damon tried avoiding her, tried drowning the fire with bourbon. But the alcohol just added to the fuel. Every time that he caught her eyes from across the table or passing by her in a room, her sweet smell intoxicating him every time it floated into his nose. How dangerously sweet it smelled too. She sat in one of the armchairs in the parlor while everyone gathered to discuss a plan to protect Elena from Klaus.

"What does the grimoire say?" Bonnie asked y/n as she read the pages. She glanced up from the book, her eyes a bit dull and shadows forming under them.

"I think I found a spell that might work but it takes alot of power," Y/n said, before Bonnie came over. She read the spell and her face twisted in concern.

"I'd not done right, this could kill the caster," she said looking at y/n. Damon felt his skin go cold, the idea of her dying just to protect Elena.

"We'll find something else," he said, making everyone look up him.

"This could be our only shot, Damon," Y/n. argued. Damon felt that fire taking over, like a burning in his veins.

"No, we'll find another way." He said, crossing his arms. Y/n closed the book and stood up, her eyes challenging.

"We're out of time for solutions, this is our only chnace!" She said, throwing her arms up. Damon sped over to her, looking down at her. He felt this rage, the idea of her risking her life just for Elena, the thought that he could loose her, it was indescribable.

"The answer is no! You're not risking your life!" He yelled, his eyes locked on hers. She looked more pissed now.

"Why does it matter if I die? At least Elena would be alive! That's what you wanted when you asked me for help!" Y/n yelled, her jaw clenching. Damon could see the tears she tried to hide, his blood finally boiling over.

"Because you're life isn't worth the risk! Dammit, I said no, we will find another way!" He yelled, her demeanor finally caving under his gaze. They stood there a moment, not realizing everyone else had left, staring at each other.

"Why do you care about what happens to me?" She asked, making him forget why he was angry.

"Cuz your suicide mission is stupid," he said, taking a step back. He went to grab his bourbon but she pulled the bottle from his hands.

"Bullshit, Damon," she said, that fire back in her eyes. He squinted at her, grabbing the bourbon again and leaving to his room. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much, he loved Elena right.? He couldn't possibly love Y/n too, right.? Was love even the right word.?

"What was all that about.?" Damon heard Caroline ask.

"Who knows.. I'm going to go look for a new spell, I guess. But if I cant find one, we have plan B. Despite what Damon says," Y/ns voice responded. He then heard the door close and knew she'd left. Why did she start this fire that burned in his chest.?

Damon was pissed, standing there with his arms crossed as he watched her. She managed to convince everyone to go along with plan B, despite the fight, despite the risk to her life. After they gathered all the requirements for the spell, Elena laid down on the table. Bonnie sprayed vervaine water over her while Y/n laid the candles out around the table.

"If you need to stop at any point, tell me," Bonnie said, looking at Y/n.

"If we stop, we die," Y/n said blankly. Damon flinched a bit at hearing that, a ping in his chest hitting before he poured himself some bourbon.

"Are you sure about this.?" Caroline asked, looking at Y/n. She smiled at her blonde friend, a look of confidence in her eyes. Damon had full faith she was more than strong enough, especially with Bonnie's help. But the fear of loosing her was almost enough for him to flip his switch. Almost.

"It's out only way," Y/n said before looking at Bonnie. "You ready.?" She asked before they stood on opposite sides of the table. They held hands above Elena, before starting the incantation. The candles all roared to life with flames, the two witches siphoning the power off them. Damon's eyes never left Y/n, ready to jump in at any sign of danger. But it didn't happen, a little nose bleed was the worst she walked away with. But Elena was protected now, he should feel happy.

"That was intense," Bonnie said, helping Elena off the table. Y/n nodded her head a bit before Damon saw it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body started to fall. He used all his speed to catch her before she fell, his eyes scanning over her as he picked her up in his arms.

"Y/n!" Caroline yelled, standing by Damon is a second.

"She's breathing still," Stefen said. Damon felt his blood boil, seeing Y/n weak and unconscious in his arms. "She just needs rest," Stefen added.

"She shouldn't have done the damn spell!" Damon yelled at Stefen. "She could've died and for what? I said we would find another way!" He yelled, holding Y/n's limp body. Her heartbeat was loud in his ear, the only thing keeping his humanity. He felt her move close into his chest, carrying her up to his room without a second word.

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night, her looking around before landing on Damon as he watched her. He'd not left for a single second, waiting for her to wake up. She slowly sat up and Damon sped over to her side.

"What happened?" She asked, holding her head.

"You almost got yourself killed," he said, his voice low.

"And?" She said. Damon lost it at that. How could she try and leave him and her only response be and??

"And?? And you wouldn't be here to hate me still! You wouldn't be here to annoy me and you wouldn't be here to fight with me about how stupid it was to risk your life for Elena!" He yelled, feeling everything pour out. He realized he would sacrifice Elena and Kathrine for her, after seeing her almost die in his arms. After wondering when and if she'd wake up.

"It sounds like you'd rather me be gone if all I do is annoy you!" She yelled before he suddenly grabbed her face and smashed his lips to hers. It took her a moment for the shock to wash away before she kissed back. Their lips molded together in a hungry, needful kiss. His hands held her face still as he pulled away, looking into her eyes.

"I can't loose you, princess," he whispered. Her cheeks got pink and warm against his hands, their eyes locked.

"But you.. you love Elena.." she said, the look in her eyes made his heart sink. He did love Elena, right.? He at least cared for her, but did he love her or Y/n?

"Elena isn't you," he said finally, making her look at him. He could see the disbelief in her eyes, but he could also see the hope. He pressed his lips to hers again and she melted into it. He knew he would protect her from anything or anyone.

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I hope you all enjoy this one. I might start a mini-verse for this story under the His Little Witch tag so keep an eye out if you enjoyed!

[thatonexreader]

The Cost of Love

Previously..

      "Mission abort" Bucky said into the comms, using his bullets sparingly. After a moment of silence, he said it louder. "Mission abort!" He yelled as more enhanced started coming out.

       "Get to the doors, we'll pull you out!" Steve said through comms. Bucky and Y/n fought their way to the door, firing a shot at anyone who got too close. When they got to the door, it flew open and they were pulled out. Steve slammed the doors shut again before calling in the report. 

Masterlist

Chapter 16

Y/n was standing outside by one of the vans, her arms wrapped around her to try and stay warm. Her dress offered little help in the cool night air, another chill washing over her. The police lights and ambulances lit up the night on that dark road, thankfully far enough from civilians to see. Bucky walked up behind her, placing his jacket over her shoulders. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting before he went over to talk with Steve.

"He seems to really care about you" Sharon said from behind Y/n.

"He does," Y/n said, not needing to turn around. She'd felt the blonde watching her.

"Wonder if he could love a killer like yourself?" Sharon said. Y/n turned to her, seeing an evil smile on her face.

"He already knows what I've done,” She said. “But I'd be careful if I were you, you're new to this team. See, we're a family and you come after one of us, you come after all" Y/n said, looking dead in her eyes.

"Well said, doll" Bucky said, wrapping his arm around Y/n’s waist. “C'mon, cars waiting,” He glared at Sharon before leading Y/n to the car.

"I don't trust her," Y/n said, settling into the leather seat. Bucky slid in next to her.

"You shouldn't," someone suddenly said. Bucky pulled out his gun, pointing it into the darkness of the car. "Relax, Barnes," Loki said, showing his face as he appeared in the car with them.

"What are you doing here.?" Bucky asked, putting his gun away.

"Y/n had asked me a few weeks ago to watch over a woman and her child-" Loki began to explain.

"Clare and Sarah" Y/n clarified for Bucky.

"And I found a rabbit hole of secrets and lies, which normally I would enjoy but one thing keeps coming up" Loki said, looking at Bucky before turning to look at Y/n. ”A name that keeps appearing,” he said.

"What.?" Y/n asked. ”Who.?”

"You, Y/n. It all leads back to you." Loki said, matter of factly. His words hung heavy in the air.

"What are you talking about.?" Bucky asked, glaring at Bucky.

"Clare's husband, Mike, was in the army. In Germany, the same year you escaped hydra." Loki said, looking at Y/n. Her brows knotted together as she stared at him with confused eyes.

"How did you.." she asked, looking at him.

"I read minds, and I've seen your nightmares." Loki said, looking at her with apologetic eyes. Bucky placed his hand on her lap, her eyes meeting his for a moment. "Look, he was ‘recruited’ that night, set up with code words and everything. When he returned home, it was as a sleeper agent for Hydra."

"You said it all leads back to y/n. What else did you find and how is Sharon involved?" Bucky asked, sitting forward a bit. Hydra had been targeting his girl for who know how long.

"There's another agent involved that is in contact with Carter. I wasn't able to find out who but they have your files," Loki said, looking at Y/n.

"Are they in contact with hydra.?" Y/n asked, her heart in her throat.

"Yes, this agent is Carter's direct connection to Hydra. Be on high alert. They may strike when we least expect," Loki said, looking at Bucky. "Protect her, Barnes" he said before he left the car.

Loki had grown fond of y/n, considering her to be one of his closest friends. Along with Wanda and Bucky, the other team members were still wary of him. He would be willing to work with the humans for the sake of the friends he'd made.

Bucky had managed to convince Tony to add a door that connected his and Y/n’s rooms. Tony made a comment about them just sharing a room instead, to which he agreed. They only told Steve, Nat and Wanda about the news they learned from Loki. When Y/n told them about her past with Hydra, they vowed they would keep her safe.

"Loki, can you see if you can continue to dig for information.?" Steve asked the Trickster God.

"Very simple," he said, waving the notion off like it was beneath him.

"We will keep a tight lip on this, nothing said in this room leaves." Steve said, looking around the room.

"Who can we trust.?" Nat asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

"We have to assume anyone who sides with Sharon isn't a friend," Steve said.

"I'll tell Barton, if that's ok?" Nat asked, looking at Y/n. She nodded, looking down at the file in her hand.

"That was all I could recover, I figured you should be the first to read it" Loki said. Y/n nodded and looked up at the group. They had soft, non pitting looks in their eyes.

"We won't look at you any differently," Wanda said. Bucky slid his hand into hers, their eyes meeting. He had a knowing look, he'd been in her position before.

Y/n read through the file, remembering every entry that was written in. Her heart was in her throat as she looked over the words. The date. Her picture.

"This.. is when they first took me.." she said, reading through the entries. She could feel her hands shaking as she flipped through the pages. Every test, every punishment, every experiment, every time they tortured her. It was here. “They.. wanted to break me.. they.. they got what they wanted.” she whispered as tears filled her vision.

“Doll, look at me.” Bucky gently took the file from her hands as the tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "You never have to live through this again." Bucky said, looking at her.

"Whatever they want with you, they are going to have to go through us" Nat said. Everyone agreed and they all made a vow to keep this information safe. There were enemies closing in and you never know who is a true friend or not.

It had been a month since Sharon joined, and she had been non stop flirting with Bucky. Touching his arm when she passed him, biting her lip when he barely glanced at her, commenting on how he looked on a day to day basis. Y/n was getting more and more irritated by the second too.

The other day, Bucky was making coffee and she walked in wearing just an oversized t-shirt. She brushed up against him before he finally snapped. He shoved her off and glared at her.

“What game are you playing?” He asked.

“I just want to know what y/n gets to experience,” she said, dragging a finger down his chest. His metal hand took hers in a tight grip, nearly breaking the bones. Her facade fell and a look of panic came across her face.

“You're nothing compared to her,” he said low. He let her go, stepped back and went back to his coffee. But that still didn't stop her, as if she were playing with them. Today was no different, it was team bonding night. She sat across from him, her legs crossed as she stared at him.

"James, you wanna pick a movie.?" Y/n asked, looking at Bucky. He smiled at her, knowing she knew what his name on her lips did to him.

"Yea, James, pick us a movie" Sharon said, mocking y/n and biting her lip.

"You don't get to call me that," Bucky snapped, looking at Sharon.

"That's your name though, isn't it.?" Sharon asked, slowly uncrossing her legs, before recrossing them on the other side. Y/n glared at her, standing up quickly.

"Imma make some popcorn." She said, walking towards the kitchen. But an idea came to mind as she passed by Bucky, pretending to trip and fall into his lap. His arms instantly wrapped around her waist, a sheepish smile on her lips.

"I guess I've had a little too much to drink," she said, biting her lip. "Thank you for catching me James." Y/n said, her hips shifting as she settled in his lap more. He groaned low, her ass against his crotch.

“Of course, doll, but you should take it easy then. Don't want you stumbling everywhere,” he whispered before kissing her cheek. Steve decided to pick a movie, Sam bringing over the popcorn. The pair didn't get through the movie though, ending up slipping away to their shared bed room.

[thatonexreader]

The Cost of Love

Previously...

"They made you do that, you're not that person anymore." Bucky said. “We are not what they made us,” he told her. She looked at him and bit her lip.

"Tell him and his mom that.." she said, before shaking her head. "We have to focus on this mission though" she said with a sigh. Her hand wrapped around his and they went over their backstory one last time.

Masterlist

Chapter 15

When they got to the hotel, the rest of the team was already there. They had conjoining rooms, Wanda and Nat in one room and Sharon and Steve in another. Bucky and Y/n had the honeymoon suite and they definitely took advantage of it. The second the doors closed, his hands were on her. He was kissing the back of her neck as he slowly started untying her dress.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” she whispered back. When they were both bare before each other, they melted into the bed. Each touch, each kiss, each whispered praise. They were different. This was them, raw, rure, in love.

After their honeymoon festivities, she lay on his chest, tracing the various scars he had. He kept kissing the top of her head, his fingers sliding up and down her bare arm. There was something in the air, something freeing and civilian like. Like they weren't on a mission, but we're truly on honeymoon.

“Have you ever thought of getting married.?” She asked him. His fingers halted for a moment, just a quick second but she noticed it and glanced up at him. His blue eyes met her and he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I used to. Before the war, before hydra.” He whispered. She hummed soft, her fingers still tracing his chest before an idea popped into her head. She suddenly straddled his lap, her fingers slid into hers to help her stay steady on him.

“What about now.?” She asked. He moved his hands to her thighs, gently tracing his fingers along them.

“What do you mean, doll.?” He asked.

“What do you think about marriage now.?” She asked. He smiled at her, as if understanding immediately what she was getting at.

“Why, do you want to get married.?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice. She bit her lip, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Why not.?” She whispered.

“I mean, we technically are on our honeymoon. We even have rings already.” He whispered sitting up, his bare chest against hers. His lips trailed kisses along her neck, his hands on her hips.

“I love you, James,” she whispered in his ear. His hands held her hips tight before he flipped them and looked down at her.

“I love you too, y/n” he whispered before his lips began to explore her body once again. By the morning she would be sore, covered in kisses and walking on popsicle sticks for legs, but it would be worth it. He was worth it.

The first three days were uneventful, as far as the mission went. Bucky definitely made up for lost time however, they were on vacation after all right.? What better way to play the part than to play the part. Steve and Natasha worked on setting up bugs and cameras around the hotel.

Bucky was at the bar that was next to the outside pool where he left y/n to tan. He was getting them drinks, their 3rd round of mimosas. Since they were both super soldiers, the alcohol didn't affect them the same.

“Hey,” a man next to him said.

“Hi,” Bucky said awkwardly.

“Im Shawn,” the man said.

“David,” Bucky said, the name rolling off his lips all too easily.

“Are you married by chance, Dave? Mind if I call ya dave.?” Shawn said, clearly drunk.

“I'm on my honeymoon, actually,” he said.

“Be careful, hopefully your wife won't sleep with her secretary and take your kids,” he said before he threw back his drink. He stumbled a bit and Bucky instinctively went to steady him.

“Woah, maybe you should slow down on those,” he said, gesturing to the empty glass still clutched in his knuckles.

“Why.? My wife is a cheating whore and now I have to stay at this janky lovers hotel cuz she took everything.” Shawn was getting visibly aggressive, getting into Bucky's face. That's when Y/n walked up, a swim cover wrapped around her waist. Shawn straightened up, looking her up and down. He was shamelessly eyefucking her, Bucky's blood boiling.

“Everything ok, baby.?” She said, her hand sliding up Bucky's arm as it slid around the small of her back. Shawn's eyes didn't miss this either.

“This is your wife.?” he said, still looking over her exposed skin. She felt uncomfortable, slipping Bucky's floral shirt off his shoulders. He understood what she was doing, helping her by slipping out of the shirt. She slid it on and buttoned it up, feeling relieved to be covered.

“Maya, darlin, this is Shawn.” Bucky said, his bare chest now exposed. Shawn clearly wasn't as fit as Bucky, him shrinking slightly into the stool. “Shawn, this is my wife, Maya,” he said, emphasizing the word wife as if it held the weight of worlds.

Because it did.

“Of course. You are a lucky man. Hopefully she doesn't do you wrong.” Shawn said.

“I love my husband,” she said, that word was a promise. Bucky squeezed her hand lightly.

“Yeah, I thought the same thing.” Shawn muttered, before he slowly got up and stumbled away. They decided to go to the rendezvous room, Bucky sending a message to Steve in the guise of setting up a restaurant reservation.

“Do you think he could be apart of them or just a drunk civilian.?” Steve asked.

“I don't know. There was definitely something off about him.” Bucky said, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Ok, well, we will keep our eye on him.” Natasha said.

"Mrs Ferris.?" The hotel desk attendant called Y/n over as her and Bucky went down for breakfast the next morning. "There was a letter sent to you today." The attendant said, handing Y/n an envelope.

"Thank you" Y/n said, going over and sitting with Bucky. The envelope had Mr and Mrs Ferris written on it. Y/n opened it and it was an invitation to a black tie underground party. Finally, they had been targeted.

Y/n wore her long burgundy dress, her thigh holster and ankle holster both securely hidden. Bucky had his arm around the small of her back the whole time as they walked into the party. Team 2 listened in on coms from a van outside.

"I was expecting a bigger group than this," Y/n whispered. Bucky nodded, as he looked around the small room of nicely dressed couples.

"This is the recruitment. All of these couples were invited" Bucky said.

"Welcome, you must be the Ferris's. We are very please to have you" Someone said from behind them. They turned and saw an older looking man, his eyes lingering on Y/n longer than Bucky liked. "I'm Michael, the host"

"This is a very lovely party," Y/n said.

"Wait till it gets started, Maya, then I'll see if you think the same thing." Michael said, before he walked away. Champagne was handed out to all the guests before the doors were closed.

"Don't drink," Bucky whispered, knowing there was more than likely something in there. Y/n nodded and watched as Michael wehn up to the front to make a toast.

"Welcome all traveling couples, you have all been selected.. to join our cause. Now, a toast! To everlasting love" he said, raising his glass. Everyone in the room downed their glasses and in moments began falling to the ground. Bucky's eyes went wide, as he realized what was happening. It was a cult, their covers were blown the second everyone dropped.

“Get them,” Michael said simply. A large group of Enhanced came out from the curtain. Y/n had pulled out both her weapons and Bucky followed her example. The couples started getting dragged off, a group of Enhanced coming toward Y/n and Bucky.

“Watch your back, Sarge,” Y/n said, taking shots after shot at Enhanced. Suddenly, her guns clicked, signaling they were empty. Bucky was close to out as well, his eyes flying to her as they backed up into a corner.

"Mission abort" Bucky said into the comms, using his bullets sparingly. After a moment of silence, he said it louder. "Mission abort!" He yelled as more enhanced started coming out.

"Get to the doors, we'll pull you out!" Steve said through comms. Bucky and Y/n fought their way to the door, firing a shot at anyone who got too close. When they got to the door, it flew open and they were pulled out. Steve slammed the doors shut again before calling in the report.