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Last Mission - Series - Part 8: Hell hath no fury

Last Mission - Series - WS X Reader; BB X Reader

Warnings: SMUT properly in this chapter, pretty vanilla though. Kidnapping, dubcon, themes of stalking and voyeurism, some smut and swearing, and each chapter will have specific warnings as applicable. Minors please do not engage.

Winter Soldier X Reader (she/her); Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: you were his mission and unfortunately for you, he was told to bring you in alive

A/N: Sorry for the delay, trying to figure out where I am taking this story. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

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Part 1: Uneasy feelings

Part 2: The long retreat

Part 3: On the run

Part 4: Watching the watcher

Part 5: Swimming with strangers

Part 6: Truth or something like it

Part 7: Somebody to love

Part 8: Hell hath no fury

James walked slowly to the cottage and you played with his long hair with your arm that was around his neck.

He used his toe to push the door open, the oil lamp still burning brightly on the workstation from earlier.

Your breath caught in your throat.

In the middle of the room stood Director Fury. "Well, don't you two look cozy."

James abruptly set you down. You were a bit unsteady on your feet from the wine and shock.

"Fury!" You rushed over to him. He looked a little worse for wear. "What has happened, any news on Hydra?"

"First things first, Y/N. I am sorry I couldn't tell you what was happening. I didn't want to make you more of a target or draw suspicion even more to you. But I know you must feel betrayed."

You nodded slowly. "I understand, I did wonder if I was wrong to trust you. But I think I see the necessity. There are a lot of moving pieces. What happened?"

"Rumlow's squad attempted a takeover at SHIELD and were waiting near your place to grab you. However, the loyal SHIELD forces were able to contain them, not without a few casualties. Some parts of headquarters were destroyed but we got most people out safely."

You felt silly asking but you couldn’t help yourself. "And my place... did it get destroyed?"

"No Rumlow's SUVs were intercepted a few blocks from your place. Everything should be as it was. But I am here to pass on information and then I have to go to DC. There are going to be inquiries and paperwork. Y/N, I am going to need you to oversee the rehabilitation work at headquarters. How about a promotion?"

You gulped. "Uh... yes of course Fury. Whatever I can do to be of service."

He turned to James now. "Very good work, Soldier. No one saw anything. The guards overhead Rumlow talking in jail and he thinks you disappeared and are on the run. And I suggest you stay out of sight. I am glad Agents Hill and Patel helped you set up this safehouse. You're going to be here for a while. I am going to work to get you a pardon. But until then, you have two jobs: keep Y/N safe and don't be seen doing it."

"How can he do that? Won’t he be in danger? Don't people at SHIELD know about him?" You felt scared for James. He could be arrested. He could spend another lifetime locked up, this time feeling every moment of it.

"Only Hill and Patel know about him at SHIELD; we are working on identifying other Hydra agents who know about his presence in New York but since he only ever reported directly to Rumlow, I think we stand a good chance of keeping it quiet. That he is... now that he is back to being Bucky Barnes. Hill and Patel will help to look after you Y/N, and Bucky" He turned to him then, "I am confident that you will be able to make it work. Perhaps if Bucky got a haircut and wore less leather and weapons, he might even look like a normal man. Less like the Winter Soldier, anyways."

You smirked and realized you never thanked him. Either of them for that matter. "Thank you Fury, and you too James. I am thankful you both were looking out for me. I could have been the lamb at the slaughter."

Fury quickly responded. "It's my job, and anyway, you save me hours and hours on paperwork and administrative hassles and keep me from having to talk to people who don't come with solutions. I need to keep you around so I can do what I do best. I must be going. Y/N, I brought you new technology. I want you to stay at the cottage for at least a week until we can figure out the situation at headquarters. We need to make sure it is safe before anyone can go back in. You'll be hooked up to the satellite network, so all your communications are secure and only visible to me, Hill and Patel. Should you need anything, we will continue to do daily drops. Bucky, keep sending your supply lists as normal."

Fury moved to the exit, walking between the two of you. "It seems you both are enjoying cottage life, so I won't overstay my welcome. You looked to be heading to bed soon anyway," he said with a wink as be strutted out. He walked to the opening in the trees just ahead and got onto a motorcycle and sped away without looking back.

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You turned and stared at your soldier who, predictably, was doing the same, searching your face. "Bucky, I..."

He grabbed you then. Wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. "Say that again, please, say that again."

"Bucky?"

He kissed you then, face slightly wet as a few tears fell from his eyes. You rubbed your thumb through the trails of them, staring in wonder at him. You smiled softly and said "Bucky, I want you. Can we go to bed?"

He moved to lift you again, he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his body. He moved across the room to the high countertop and set you down on it. He gingerly moved the oil lamp a few feet away and then stood in between your knees. He held your face in his big, calloused hands and you kissed him, hungrily. You wanted this man and it needed to happen soon. You had been very patient, you thought. And forgiving. Your body felt like it was on fire. You pulled at him, still wearing his leather jacket to protect him from the cold out by the fire. You needed to feel his skin. You wanted to run your hands over his muscles along his back, feel the hair along his forearms, and the heat and the warmth from his torso.

You started to fumble with his complicated jacket. He put it on so quickly you didn't remember how to take it off and had to concentrate hard to get one buckle undone. He grabbed your hands and stepped away from you. "Just wait, I need to light the stove."

He moved quickly, not quite as smooth in his movements as he usually is. He almost dropped a log and he had trouble getting the match box open as he seemed to be pressing on the sides too hard. You enjoyed watching these little miscues as he seemed more human every passing hour. He had more emotions, more memories, and was just generally more responsive. You watched as he placed the logs and kindling and struck the match on the inside of the oven door. He opened the vent wide, and the fresh oxygenated air fed the flames. He closed the door after tossing in the matchstick and stood again. "Where were we?" he said, huskily.

You held out your arms to him, pulling him close. The cottage immediately started to warm up. He looked at you and undid the buckles on his jacket swiftly, taking it off and throwing it down on the floor with a thunk. He was wearing the crisp white t-shirt underneath and you pulled at the hem, lifting it over his head. It also was discarded on the floor. You ran your hands from his face down his shoulders and his arms. Picking up his hands you place them on your breasts on top of the white long sleeve shirt you have been wearing since the night before. He looked down at his hands and gently massaged your breasts, they hung loose under your shirt as you hadn't bothered to put your bra back on. He ran his thumbs over your nipples, and you hummed a low sound of appreciation. The shirt was dulling your sensation and you started to pull your own shirt up and over your head. He watched you disrobe and kept his hands busy by untying the drawstring of your sweatpants. Once you were exposed to him, he was back to kissing you, rubbing both arms down your back feeling your soft skin. You did the same, including over the scar tissue of his left shoulder and chest. You broke the kiss and started to place strategic kisses over the network of scars, feeling the waxy and uneven skin with your lips. He grabbed you again and this time quickly pulled your pants down as far as they could go with you sitting on the table. Then he lifted you up and carried you to the smaller table. He dragged it with his boot against the wall away from the window with a screech and sat you down, pushing you back into the middle of the table so that your back could rest along the wall. He lifted your hips quickly and pulled your pants down and off. He then grabbed the chair and sat down, directly in front of you. Your hips in the middle of the table, your shoulder blades leaned against the wall with your arms on either side of you on the table helping you to stay upright, and your legs slightly spread, he looked at you like he was going to make a meal out of you. He hooked your right leg over his left shoulder and pulled himself closer to you. He started to kiss up your leg, kissing the side of your knee gently, nipping at your inner thigh and making you giggle, using his tongue in the crease of your leg where your thigh met your core, he finally made his way to centre.

He surprised you by speaking "On those restless nights, this is how I envisioned helping you get to sleep." With that he pressed his face into your pussy. He was not delicate and slow; his nose was immediately pressed into the flesh above your sex and his tongue was driving into you. He started to lick just under your clit, dragging his tongue up and over it. You moaned and he did that motion again and again. He used his flesh hand to spread your lips and just looked at you in the lamplight. He dove in again, this time using his lips around your clit and suckling lightly. He then lifted his hand and thrust his middle finger into your mouth. You greedily sucked on it, liking the roughness and intensity that your solider was demonstrating on you. He then dropped his finger down to your opening, very slowly teasing and feeling your wetness before starting to work his finger in. It was thick and firm and slowly started to open you up. You then reached down and held the back of his head as he ate you out. You ran his fingers into his hair and scratched delicately at this scalp. He made small noises of appreciation and hungrily continued his work. You felt a second finger probing at your entrance and felt it easily slide in. Your orgasm was building, and you grabbed at your nipples, gentle pulling and massaging your breasts. Watching him finger fucking you and eating you out was turning you on. Just then he looked up at you. It was so hot to watch him work, while he stared at you with fiery eyes. You were on the verge of release and held his head down with more force. "Bucky please, I am going to cum, please don't stop." He wrapped his lips around your clit again and thrust his fingers inside of you deeper and deeper. He curled his fingers inside of you and you came undone, cumming in his mouth and feeling your body shake and tremble. It was a long intense orgasm and after a few seconds, his tongue was too intense, overstimulating you. You pulled him up by his chin and looked in his eyes, breathing heavily. "I think it's time for bed, soldier."

He slowly pulled his fingers from you, licking them clean while still staring into your eyes. You used your hands to pull yourself up on the edge of small table and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his mouth and feeling your wetness all over his face. He stood up and helped you down for the table. He watched you walk over to the bed and crawl in. You wanted to pull up the blankets and get cozy, but you also wanted his eyes to look at your body hungrily as he was. He slowly peeled his pants down his legs, forgetting his boots were still on. He swore and you giggled and rolled over to the edge of the bed. You got on your knees in front of him and untied his boot laces and loosened them. You pushed behind his knee lightly to get him to lift his right foot, pulling off the boot, then his sock, and then peeling the pants down and off his foot as well. You did the same on the other side. When you looked up, his hard cock was erect just above your face. You could see the pre-cum glistening and licked your lips. You pressed your face towards it and stuck your tongue out of your open mouth, eager to taste him. He seemed to tense up as he looked down at you. He stepped back. He was going to make you beg. "Please, Bucky. I want to make you feel good." He reached behind you on the bed with his long arms and grabbed a pillow, throwing it on the floor in front of you. You smiled and kneeled on it, and then grabbed his cock at the base. He closed his eyes for a second at the sensation but opened them again, eager to not miss a single second of your show. You licked your lips again and slowly lowered the head of his large and heavy cock just on to tip of your tongue. You licked up and over the head, tasting and collecting the precum. You moved away slightly, and a line of sticky substance connected your tongue his cock. He stared at you, wide-eyed but unmoving with his metal hand rested behind your head. The weight of the hand was heavy, but it was erotic, to think that he could control your movements so easily, perhaps even forcing you down on his cock past where you were comfortable. The power and the gentleness mixed together was intoxicating.

You slowly took your tongue back the head and swirled it around. Loving the intensity of his stare. You pulled back again, liking to tease him. "Did you ever picture me doing this, Bucky? Did you picture me with your cock in my mouth, on my knees for you?" He nodded, mouth agape.

You then slowly brought his whole held into your mouth suckling slowly and deliberately as he groaned loudly. You pumped his foreskin and suckled a bit before bringing more of him into your mouth, moving your head slowly back and forth, letting him go a bit deeper each time. His hand was holding your hair tightly, lightly pulling but not hurting. But then you brought your mouth down as far as you could, almost to the hilt. He was in your throat, hitting the dangling flesh and pushing past it. With that sensation he forced your head down even more, roughly holding you there as you breathed through your nose and made slight gagging sounds. That seemed to break his concentration and he released you with a look of shame on his face. "Do it again soldier, that's an order." He did, he grabbed your head roughly and forced his cock down your throat, holding you there until tears filled your eyes. He released you again. You took him out of your mouth, lifting his cock up so you could run your tongue along the skin connecting his shaft to his balls. You moved your tongue along the soft yet wrinkled skin of his balls, feeling a bit of rough hair and skin. He again moaned and rubbed your head and scalp. You licked up his whole shaft and bobbed your head on his cock a few more times. He seemed to have had enough as he suddenly pulled you up by your hands that were placed on his hips. He kissed you again as you reached down to pump him. He moved away from you and laid on the bed.

"Y/N" his hand outstretched "Please, I need to be inside of you, please." You stepped forward and straddled his hips on the bed. You leaned forward and kissed him passionately while reaching down to guide his cock to your entrance. You swirled it in your wetness and rubbed the head over your clit a few times until he bucked his hips up, eager to have you wrapped around him. "Impatient, aren’t you Bucky" you giggled. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed, compelling you down. You obliged and placed his head at your entrance. You then moved your hands to his muscled chest and slowly slid down on to his length. It felt amazing and pinched a little, he was so big. You slowly started to move. His hands went to your breasts, holding both and playing with your nipples gently. You picked up speed and chased your own orgasm, feeling powerful and sexy as you rode him. His metal hand went to your ass, squeezing roughly and helping you move. He was also thrusting upwards which meant that he was reaching your cervix and making you feel so full. You were so close to coming, you leaned back and placed your hands on his knees that were bent behind you, feet firmly planted on the edge of the bedframe which gave you leverage. "Bucky, you are going to make me cum again." You moaned loudly.

He was still holding your left breast and playing with your nipples. "Y/N, I am going to..." He trailed off but he was tensing, his release was imminent. You reached down and played with your clit, pressing your fingers down firmly and rubbing over it. You felt your orgasm creep up and you sunk lower on his cock.

Just then he groaned and pushed his hips up, slamming forward and squirting deep inside you. You came undone as well, grinding your hips down and feeling him deep inside you. He jerked and spasmed and finally laid back fully with both arms back above his head. Your own release was slowly receding, and you stayed perched on him for a few seconds as it rolled away. You then collapsed forward, putting your hands in his and interlacing your fingers together. You laid your head next to his, with your head pressed into the mattress in the small space between his head and his flesh arm. Your legs dangled of the end of the bed uselessly. He disentangled your fingers and grabbed your ass and sat both of you up again. He easily stood and then turned and kneeled on the bed. He laid your head down on the pillow and gingerly set you down. He ran his hand over your full stomach and laid down next to you on his side, pulling the pillow closer with his arm underneath it. He was again looking at you in the lamplight.

He seemed pensive, not blissed out like you. You turned to fully face him. "You doing okay over there, Bucky?" you tried to keep it playful in tone. He smiled a bit lopsidedly, and said "Was it good, Y/N? I haven't... done that in a while." You laughed and leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Pulling his head closer so you could rest your forehead against his you whispered "Mission complete, soldier."

It was quiet for a while as you laid on his chest, his flesh arm wrapped around you and holding you tightly. His metal arm was up under his pillow supporting his head.

"Y/N, I am sorry I was rough with you when I picked you up and drove you up here. I keep thinking of the times you had fear in your eyes when you looked at me. That look haunts me. When you looked at me before bed last night my heart dropped. I thought you would be scared of me and hate me forever."

"I will admit to feeling scared of you a few times; you're a strong, intimidating man. But even when I was scared, I was... aware of you in a different way." He didn't respond to that and a silence fell again.

You had a thought. "Bucky, when you were... protecting me... did you ever, touch yourself? I know myself and I know I sometimes put on a show for you, unawares."

He was breathing kind of shallowly, short little breaths. "Yes, but I felt so much guilt. I felt like that was yet another violation. I didn't make a habit out of it. But you made me lose control a few times. I mean, watching you pleasure yourself made me lose control. Though almost every time I was alone, I fantasized about you, remembering you touching yourself. When I did sleep, you haunted my dreams. In a good way I mean."

"Can I ask, what did you think about when you were up there, watching me?"

"I scanned for threats and thought of possible scenarios and ways they could try to get at you. I studied the area and SHIELD and tried to keep as many details of everything as I could."

"All very practical things for a bodyguard. But what did Bucky Barnes do when he was up there watching me? What did he think about?"

He looked serious. "I thought of the future. And thought of the past."

"Sometimes I feel like I am interrogating you, James. You say things that are so vague that I feel like I am prying trying to get you to elaborate."

"I've learned to be careful about my words around you. I am out of practice talking to anyone about anything, but especially women. And I am feeling that you analyze every sentence... It's a good thing but I am... insecure I guess?" He laughed. This time his laugh was boyish and casual.

You laughed too. "So because I analyze everything so much - you said you were thinking about the past and the future. What from the past did you ruminate on? I am getting the impression that you're a ruminator."

"Ruminate... hmm perhaps. I don't really know who I am, sometimes. Though watching you I started to get an idea of who I want to be."

"And who is that, Bucky?"

"The lucky guy who gets to live his life next to you."

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he’s a good friend

Summary: reader is tired of watching bucky go on dates with leah and flirt with sarah. realizations are made about the way reader truly feels about the man she’s always thought to be just a friend.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: hey! randomly decided to write this bc i’m soft for tfatws!bucky lol pls leave feedback this was super fun to write ok bye ily enjoy

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After the long and tiresome last couple of months you, Sam and Bucky had endured, being invited back to Louisiana for the Wilson’s cookout was the best and only way you could’ve imagined celebrating your victory. 

The food was delicious, the laughter and happiness that filled the atmosphere was infectious and to have a moment of joy without the lingering fear of disaster was all you could have asked for.

You sat on one of the picnic tables by the water, the slight wind ruffling your hair, but you didn’t mind. Turning your head slightly to the right, your gaze fell upon Sam and the smile that took up most as his face as he posed for the camera with an older man who looked ecstatic to be in presence.

You were happy for Sam, truly. He deserved that shield. You watched as the others continued to smother the new Captain America with affection, taking pictures with funny faces and poses. You made a mental note to go over later and get a few pictures with him of your own.

You giggled to yourself as one of the women went on to kiss his cheek and as you turned your head, your eyes met a certain super soldier who was busy letting some of the kids hang off his metal arm. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

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Yo,

I swear I have no forgotten this blog…it’s just work has been hectic with me becoming the new store manager and basically having no staff. 😭😭 So I haven’t had time to write, but I do have some WIP saved that I’ll eventually be able to finish and post! Hopefully after the next week or two I’ll be able to post more. Fingers crossed! 🤞🏼

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In light of the recent PostPlus nonsense tumblr is trying to pull, here's a reminder that monetization of fanfiction can lead you to legal trouble. On Ao3 it's against the TOS to even mention any money-sending site at all because of the conditonal protection they offer.

Putting your entire fanfiction blog behind a paywall is like pointing a neon sign saying "please sue me". I bring this up specifically because tumblr mentioned fanfiction in the post that they made and that is going to leave a lot of people misinformed.

Remember: Do NOT paywall your fanworks.

And rest assured, my blog will never be pay-to-read, even if this weren't a fanfiction blog. I think the whole thing is ridiculous.

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I rewatched Captain America: The Winter Soldier recently, and I remembered a good part of movies and tv shows is making sure the home sets reflect the characters. A lot of thought goes into the decorating and props of a character's home in order to seem believable and make the scene work. What this means for me is that whatever is in Sam Wilson's DC house/apartment is canon information about Sam in the MCU, and I thought I would compile and share with you all what I found in case there are any other fic writers and such who would love to use this information. So here goes:

✨Canon Information and Interests about Sam Wilson✨

He doesn’t refrigerate his mustard. I mean, you don’t technically have to refrigerate mustard, but it is recommended in order for it to last long/taste as good. So what can we gather from this? Sam is a mustard heathen. He doesn’t care about the flavor at all. He’s a mad man who eats so much mustard he doesn’t need to refrigerate it because the bottle won’t last long in his house. I can only imagine he puts mustard or barbecue sauce on everything.

Sam has a baseball trophy. So sometime ago, maybe in high school or college, he used to play baseball. Apparently he was pretty good too, or at least proud of his playing, if he has a trophy sitting on a shelf in his kitchen. Is this why he's so good at throwing the shield? Or he could have also been playing baseball with his fellow Air Force members. Do you think he tried to get the Avengers to form a company baseball team?

Also I don't have it pictured, but you can see an example of one in a screenshot three below, Sam also has several golf balls sitting around his apartment. Now either Sam just likes to fiddle with golf balls or he also likes to play golf (just like Mackie). So if you want to write about Sam being a sports person, he canonically plays baseball and golf.

He likes wine. Maybe loves wine. As we can see in this shot, he has a fancy wine rack hanging on his wall. Yes, it’s just wood, but who would go through that much effort to hang a wine rack instead of getting one to set on a counter or something (just my personal thoughts). I feel hanging the wine rack is supposed to show off his wine collection, because he loves his wine.

Also in his dining room, he has a huge bowl/vase full of wine corks. Again, I feel only wine fanatics would do something like that, because when I’m done with wine I just recycle and call it a day. Conclusion, Sam loves wine.

Sam loves music. I know we figured that with his whole Marvin Gaye obsession (understandable). But I really need to point out how much he loves music. His entire table is filled with stacks on stacks of CD’s (and also that golf ball I was telling you about). At least 30 CD’s. Not only that he also owns a record player. Not only that but he has several speakers.

At least four small speakers scattered throughout his kitchen and dining room, and also one very large speaker in his dining room. The man not only loves music, he makes sure he can listen to it well wherever he is in his house. That takes dedication.

Other small things I wanted to point out:

He likes the smell of coconut.

He keeps a 50 lb (?) dumbbell on his kitchen counter. wtf Sam

He likes Cookie Crisp cereal. Now one could argue this is for his nephew Cass when he visits (who is probably like what 3ish when the events of CA:TWS take place? i'm not good with guessing child ages), but I like to fully believe Sam digs Cookie Crisp cereal.

Thanks for reading 💖

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i love abortion and i love divorce

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Stuck with You

I know it’s been a hot minute, but I’ve finally got another one for you all! I hope you enjoy it! It’s been sitting in my pages since December and I just remembered it! 😅

Again, I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: None? Maybe a couple curses here and there.

Y/N - your name

N/N - you nick name

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Explosions and gunfire raged outside as Y/N and Bucky made their way into the bunker. Bucky took the lead, gun up and at the ready as he cleared corners and rooms. Y/N cleared the other side as they continued to delve deeper underground.

Not a soul in sight.

“This seems too easy, Buck...” Y/N whispered.

They stepped foot into a large room with computers, lab tables and television screens. Bucky kept surveying the room for hostiles as Y/N moved to a computer. She plugged in the flash drive and began typing away. Bucky watched as her fingers flew across the keyboard and different screens popped up and quickly disappeared.

“Their security sucks that’s for sure. Tony would have a stroke if he saw this.”

“How much longer, (N/N)?” Bucky inquired, his ears picking up movement.

“Ten, fifteen minutes max. Why? You have a hot date?” Y/N glanced over her shoulder at the assassin, a teasing grin on her face.

Bucky rolled his eyes in response earning a snicker from Y/N. The clicking of keys sounded once more as Y/N continued to work. She was so focused that Y/N didn’t noticed Bucky had disappeared.

“Alright, I’ve got what we came for, Bucks. Let’s high tail it out of here...” Y/N trailed off as she turned around, no Bucky in sight. “Bucky? The hell did he wander off to?”

Y/N pressed a finger to her comm link asking the others if they’d heard from Bucky. One after another each of her teammates responded with a negative.

“Y/N, head back to the jet. I’ll search for Buck.” Steve’s voice filled her ear.

“But Steve...”

“That’s an order.”

Y/N acquiesced with a sigh and moved to leave, However, movement to her right had her reeling back. Y/N managed to duck just in time as a metal arm swung at her.

“Shit, Buck, what the hells the matter with you?!” Y/N hissed turning towards Bucky.

Y/N froze when her eyes landed on Bucky. There was no way...Shuri had assured Y/N that everything Hydra put into Bucky’s head was gone. Y/N squared her shoulders and took a defensive stance. Her hand twitching at her side where a knife was strapped to her thigh.

“Bucky?”

No response.

“Soldat?” Y/N tried.

That got a response. A response she already knew to be true. The Bucky before her wasn’t the Bucky she’d grown to love and care for most. No. This was the Winter Soldier. The man she first encountered back in DC with Steve and Nat.

“Y/N! Where are you? Tony said Friday picked up another heat signature in there with you. Did you find, Bucky?!” Steve shouted over the comm.

“Little busy right now, Cap...Winter’s come early this year.” Y/N quickly said the code words she and Steve agreed upon.

She dodged another attack from Bucky. Y/N turned the comm link off to silence Steve’s incessant shouting. Y/N continued to stay on the defensive as the Soldat swung at her.

“Damn it, Bucky, it’s me! Y/N!” She pleaded blocking a punch and then a kick.

They continued their dance until rushing footsteps echoed around them. Y/N side-eyed the door way as Steve’s voice reached her. Y/N looked back at the Soldat, her eyes widening and a curse slipping from her, as metal met flesh.

Y/N grunted when her back slammed into a wall. The blow to her cheek was rough as the taste of copper filled her mouth. Y/N spit the blood out as she used the wall for support and struggled to her feet.

Steve darted into the room just as Y/N pulled her knife and swung at the Soldat. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Steve’s shouts filled the air as Y/N’s strike was blocked. The knife was knocked out of her hand and clattered to the floor. Her wide eyes slowly lifted to meet the icy blues of the Soldat as he balled his hand and punched her in the stomach.

Y/N flew across the room once more, back slamming into the same concrete wall behind her. She slid down the wall and crumpled to the floor. Y/N’s vision spun as she tried to pull herself together. The pain in her cheek was nothing compared to the burning, searing pain in her stomach. Y/N coughed up blood and spit it onto the floor. She may not be as strong as a super soldier, but she was thankful for the enhanced healing.

“Bucky, stop! Come on, you have to recognize me!” Steve hissed as he fought Bucky.

Y/N remembered Bucky telling her about a single word that was able to stop the Winter Soldier. But that’d been so long ago that she couldn’t remember. Y/N wracked her brain for it when it dawned on her.

“SPUTNIK!” Y/N shouted, her voice echoing around them.

Steve paused mid-punch and watched as Bucky crumpled to the floor unconscious. He glanced towards Y/N and immediately ran toward her. Steve didn’t say a word as he radioed the team for help.

“I’ve got ya, Y/N. You can rest now.” Steve murmured as he carried Y/N in his arms.

Hours after they arrived back at the compound did Bucky finally wake. His head was killing him. He groaned and slowly peeled his eyes open.

“Well, what do ya know, Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake.” Y/N’s voice filled the room.

“What happened?” Bucky muttered, his voice rough with sleep.

“You don’t remember?” Y/N blinked once. Twice before sighing. “You became the Winter Soldier again, Buck.”

“I thought Shuri said all that all of Hydra’s work was gone.”

Y/N quickly approached the bed and sat down beside him. She grabbed his hand, metal cold in her grasp.

“Hey, look at me, Buck. We’re gonna figure this out.”

“We? Doll, I could hurt you...” Bucky paused as flashes of memories filled his head, “I did hurt you. I’m not safe to be around, N/N.”

“I’m not going to let you do this alone, Bucky. I’m here for you, like always. I’m not going anywhere and nothing you do or say will change that.” Y/N assured Bucky as she squeezed his hand.

“Besides, I can hold my own, especially with my healing ability.” Y/N winked earning a small chuckle from Bucky.

“I guess I’m stuck with you.” Bucky teased, his usually grin on his face.

“There’s no better person to be stuck with than me.” Y/N grinned before leaning forward and capturing his lips.

“Really? I can’t leave you two alone for five minutes.” Steve chastised from the doorways, hands on his hips.

Bucky moved and grabbed one of the pillows behind him and chucked it at his friend.

“Punk.”

“Jerk.”

Y/N’s laughter filled the room as the two friends started a war with pillows

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Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

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#bigdickenergy

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Bird brain

This request is for @buckysgirl04 , and I wish to apologize for how late this is! I promise I wasn’t ignoring you! The last couple months have been hell with moving into a new home and starting a new job. Now that the holidays are rolling around I’m finally able to start writing again. Again, I’m sorry this is so late. Also, I’m really, really, really, sorry if I butchered any of the Italian I’ve used. I know some stuff in Italian, but not a whole lot...

I hope you enjoy, and I hope I did your request justice! 

Bucky x Italian!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mild language, and that’s it!

Y/N - your name

F/C- favorite color

*I’ll also put the translations for the bolded sentences at the end for those that’d like them.* 

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“Please tell me!” 

“Nope! You have to figure it out on your own, Wilson!” 

Bucky’s head lifted from his book upon hearing your voice. His heart always raced when he heard your thick Italian accent. He especially loved when you spoke in your native language. Bucky and Steve had been the ones to stumble upon you while on their mission to Italy. They had located another Hydra base in Florence and went to check it out, and that’s when they found you. 

You had been in the middle of a fight when Bucky and Steve found you. The two men stood mesmerized as they watched your swift and fluid movements. It was as though you were dancing. Bucky’s eyes were glued on you when Steve nudged him. They moved forward to assist, but when they got near the remaining Hydra agents were sent sailing through the air. That’s when they noticed a wisp of (F/C) trailing from your outstretched hand. 

“Buona sera, Capitano America, e Bucky Barnes.” You greeted with a grin. “Mi chiamo (Y/N). Piacere.” 

The moment your first spoke to them Bucky knew he was in trouble. He’d already fallen head over heels for you. As if your display of power wasn’t enough, your smooth melodic voice was the icing on the cake. 

Bucky was brought from his thoughts when Sam waved a hand in front of his face. 

“Earth to Barnes!” Sam called gaining the assassins attention. “Maybe you’ll know what your girl said.” 

Bucky raised a brow as he shifted his gaze to (Y/N). Y/N gave him a cheeky grin and he could only imagine what she had said. 

“What’d you say, doll?” Bucky inquired, his blue eyes focused on (Y/N). 

“Nothing. Not a damn thing. We were just playing Mario Kart when I finally managed to beat Sam!” Y/N replied, her grin growing. 

Sam pointed at her as he furrowed his brows and whined “I know you called me something. I just don’t know what.” 

Bucky sighed, “Y/N...” 

“Fine, fine. I said, “Ha! Io vinco! Battere quello, cervello di gallina!” 

Sam swiftly turned his attention to Bucky who was too busy trying to maintain a blank expression. The corners of his mouth twitched as he wanted to burst out laughing. 

“What the hell did she say, Tin Can?!” 

At that moment, Natasha’s head popped around the kitchen corner. A knowing grin on her face, and the sound of Steve sighing filtered from the kitchen. Sam glanced back and forth between the three at a complete loss. 

“She called you a bird brain, bird brain.” Natasha finally replied, taking pity on the poor man. 

Y/N snickered as Bucky burst out laughing. Natasha followed suit and snickered at the gobsmacked expression on Sam’s face. Sam narrowed his eyes and shot Y/N a look. 

“Oh, so you’re gonna gang up on me now too, huh, Y/N? What’s a man gotta do to get some respect around here?” Sam muttered. 

“There’s no respect in Mario Kart. But, if it will make you feel better, you’ll always be il mio secondo preferito, Sammy.” Y/N said as she took a seat on the arm rest by Bucky.

“Wait, then who’s your first...never mind. Stupid question.” 

Y/N snickered once more as Bucky wrapped an arm around her waist. Sam huffed and strode toward the kitchen where a giggling Natasha and Steve awaited him. 

Bucky pulled Y/N onto his lap and brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “Ti amo, mi amore.” 

Y/N was shocked to say the least. The past couple months she had been trying to teach Bucky Italian, but he never seemed to grasp it. Her expression quickly shifted to one of adoration realizing he actually remembered something. 

“I thought I’d surprise you. I’ve actually been having Steve help me after my sessions with you.” 

Y/N pressed her lips to Bucky’s in a deep, but chaste kiss. A few moments later Y/N pulled away and rested her forehead against Bucky’s. 

“Ti amo, anch’io, Buck.” 

~~

Translations:

Io vinco! Battere quello, cervello di gallina - Victory! Take that, bird brain!  il mio secondo preferito - my second favorite Ti amo, mi amore - I love you, my darling. 

Ti amo, anch’io - I love you too. 

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Shut up and hold me, Rogers.

Note: This was just a little idea that came to me and I had to write it down. I hope it’s good!

AU: Infinity War is over and everyone is back. Team Cap’s back at the compound, etc. Tony is holding a party for the Avengers and their success on stopping Thanos.

Y/N: Your name Y/N/N: Your nickname.

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The bass of the music thumped as Y/N made her way down the hallway towards the common room. She stood before the door, listening to the music as she steeled herself before entering. It’d been a few weeks since they defeated Thanos, and Tony thought it would be a good idea to hold a party to help everyone wind down. Y/N closed her eyes as she sighed and hung her head.

“Why do you look so glum?” Rocket’s voice sounded beside her.

“I’m not glum, Rocket. I’m just not one for social gatherings.” Y/N replied opening her eyes.

“Then why show up? Why not just stay in your room or something?”

Y/N tilted her head down towards him and cocked a brow. “You know damn well why I can’t do that. Tony wouldn’t let me and I know he’d go through with his threats.”

Rocket hummed in response and climbed up Y/N’s back, positioning himself on her shoulder.

“Well, let’s get this over with then. After you, m’lady.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to open the door and say that, Rock.” Y/N joked as she pushed the doors open.

The music was louder as they entered and saw everyone milling about here and there. Rocket bobbed his head to the music as Y/N weaved through the throngs of people. She made a pit-stop at the bar, leaned over the counter top and snatched a beer. She popped the top and took a generous drink before turning towards the room.

“Lover boy at twelve o’clock.” Rocket spoke into her ear.

Y/N casually glanced in the direction and spotted Steve, Bucky and Sam on the upper level leaning against the railing and talking. However, the baby blue eyes of Steve were focused on her. Y/N slowly pulled her eyes away as she felt Steve’s eyes roam over her. She didn’t opt to dress up like Natasha and Wanda. Instead she chose to be comfortable. Y/N tried to ignore the feel of Steve’s eyes on her as she downed her beer and grabbed another.

“You should slow down, Y/N/N. I don’t want to be dragging you back to your room cause you’re drunk.” Rocket joked.

“Saying I can’t handle my alcohol, rabbit?” She teased earning a smack to the back of the head.

A laugh escaped her lips as Rocket grumbled. Natasha and Wanda caught Y/N’s eye and waved her over.

“That’s my cue to leave. I’ll catch you later, Y/N/N.”

“Scaredy cat.” Y/N called earning a look from Rocket.

As the song switched, Y/N made her way over to the two women and greeted them. Her friends exchanged looks upon seeing the faintly hidden dark circles beneath Y/N’s eyes. Natasha knew what occurred between Y/N and Steve, but she respected her friends decision to not talk about it. It hurt Y/N more than she let on, and Nat was close to killing Steve for hurting her friend like that.

“I’m glad to see you made it, Y/N/N. We were about to come look for you.” Wanda said.

“Tony said I had to make an appearance.” Y/N grumbled sipping her beer.

The two women knew that Tony was relentless when any of the Avenger’s didn’t want to come to his parties. He always found something to blackmail them with. The women fell silent as they listened to the music and glanced around the room until Natasha’s eyes landed on a staring Steve who immediately looked away.

“He’s been watching me since I walked into the room, Nat.” Y/N muttered so only she could hear.

Natasha wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulder and led her over to the vacant couches around the coffee table. They sat down and didn’t say a word; Natasha’s eyes flashed to Steve once more who disappeared from his spot against the railing. She quickly glanced to Sam who pointed the man out to her. He was carefully making his way over to them as they spoke.

Steve’s eyes roamed over Y/N’s form and outfit she chose for the night. The dark blue jeans hugged her toned thighs while the blue tank top hugged her torso perfectly. The black cardigan she chose had a shark bite look to it and the sleeves stopped at her elbows. His eyes spotted the black booties she wore causing a memory to flash before his eyes. They were the ones he bought her a few years ago. A small smile broke out onto his face glad she still wore them.

Natasha turned her eyes back to her friend and placed her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N met Nat’s eyes as she nodded her head behind her.  Slowly, Y/N glanced over her shoulder, only for her eyes to widen, as she whipped her head back to Nat.

“I-I can’t do this, Nat.” Y/N stuttered, fear gripping her.

“You can do this, Y/N/N. All you need to do is listen to him. Trust me.” Nat murmured before patting Y/N’s shoulder and disappearing.

Y/N exhaled through her nose when she felt Steve standing beside her.

“Hello, Steve.” She softly spoke knowing he’d hear her.

“Can we talk, Y/N? I…I have some explaining to do.” Steve replied holding his hand out to her.

She ignored his offered hand and stood from the couch, moving around him and out towards the balcony. Steve was on her heels, catching the door before it could slam in his face as Y/N stood looking out at the city. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she pulled her cardigan closer around her. The night air chilly as the wind gently blew, sending Y/N’s hair flowing behind her. Neither said a word as Steve stared at the ground while Marissa looked up at the stars. Steve opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N beat him to it.

“You said you’d always be there for me…” She started, her voice shaking with emotion that she tried to hold back. She closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears from forming. “So how did this happen? Why weren’t you there? Why did you push me away?”

The pain that filled her voice stabbed Steve in the gut. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but it was the best thing at the time. Or so he thought. If it hadn’t been for her, they never would’ve defeated Thanos. If not for her quick thinking and reaction they’d have failed. Steve’s eyes met her’s briefly as she turned towards him. Waiting. The amount of pain in her eyes stabbed Steve’s heart. He royally fucked up. There was no other word for what he did.

“I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up, Steve?” She whispered, her voice betraying her as a lone tear slid down her cheek. She closed her eyes as she waited for him to speak.

However, the next thing she knew, large, strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her into a strong, solid, warm body. Y/N snapped her eyes open when she felt Steve’s beard and lips brush against her ear as he whispered over and over again.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I loved you, and then I lost you. I don’t expect you to forgive me, no matter how many times I apologize. It was my fault. I pushed you away thinking it’d keep you safe, but it did the complete opposite. I was nothing but a jerk to you when you didn’t deserve it. You don’t deserve me after everything I’ve put you through.”

The silence that descended upon them was suffocating. Y/N hadn’t spoke or moved since Steve explained himself to her. In all honesty, he didn’t expect her to respond, but a part of him wished she would. He was dying inside at not waking up to her smiling face.

“Please say something…” Steve pleaded, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

When Y/N still didn’t say anything. Steve reluctantly released her. His arms fell to his sides as he kept his eyes focused on the ground below. It felt like an eternity had passed when Steve finally decided to turn and leave. His hand reached for the door handle when a weight hit his back and arms wrapped around his middle, hugging him tight.

“I am not losing you again, Steven Grant Rogers.” Y/N spoke, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into his back. “We don’t push each other away when the going gets tough. We work together to push through it. You of all people should know I can handle myself. I’ve been at your side since you woke. I never planned on leaving you, and when you pushed me away it hurt. I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart and the knife was twisted. We have a ways to go before we’re back to the way we used to be, but we’ll work through it.”

Steve turned in Y/N’s grip and wrapped his arms around her. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he held her close.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/N/N.”

“Shut up and just hold me, Rogers.”

Steve lightly chuckled, “Yes ma’am.”

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Bucky vs the Laptop...

Bucky sat at the kitchen island, laptop in front of him as he stared blankly at the blue screen mocking him. His right eye twitched in annoyance at the confounded contraption. No matter how many times Y/N showed him how to use the computer he never could figure it out on his own. Bucky had been sitting in the kitchen for hours when Steve entered. The blond super solider raised a brow at his friend who was hunched over, the light from the screen illuminating his face.

“What’s up, Buck?” Steve asked walking to the fridge.

“This damn computer isn’t working…” Bucky grumbled raking his metal hand through his hair.

“Let me see…”

The brunette turned the laptop towards his friend who scanned over the screen. It was Bucky’s turn to raise a brow when he saw Steve’s expression change.

“You have no idea what to do either, do you?” Bucky commented.

The laugh from Steve was all the confirmation Bucky needed. Neither of them knew what to do and they knew Tony would tease them endlessly about it…again. Bucky groaned and dropped his head to the marble countertop with a thud.

“I’m pretty sure the screen shouldn’t be blue…”

“Really? What was your first clue?” Bucky retorted.

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend who shot him a glare. Bucky grumbled curses in Russian as he repeatedly banged his head gently against the countertop. Steve sighed and started reading over the information on the screen. Apparently, Bucky had managed to crash the computer. Doing what, he didn’t know. Steve tried to follow the prompts, but nothing happened.

“I think you broke Y/N laptop, Buck.” Steve finally said after pushing the laptop away.

Bucky groaned once again and dropped his head to the countertop harder than he meant. He lifted his head and rubbed his forehead.

“The last thing I need to deal with is Y/N’s temper when she finds out what I did. You’ve got to help me, Steve.”

“No can do, Buck. You’re the one that broke it.”

“Broke what?” Y/N voice filtered through the room.

The two froze and slowly turned toward Y/N. You stood in the entrance of the kitchen, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised in question. Neither man said a word as Y/N stepped further into the kitchen. Bucky closed the lid to the laptop and kept his hand on it.

“Nothing. Nothing’s broke.” Bucky replied shooting Steve a look.

Steve shook his head. Y/N moved to stand beside Steve as you looked between the two men, and that’s when your eyes found the laptop. A grin slowly formed on your lips as you glanced up at your boyfriend beside you. His baby blue eyes met yours and he knew you knew. There was no hiding it now.

“How’d the research go, Buck? You finally getting used to the computer?” Y/N asked, your grin growing.

“Uh, good. I think I’ve finally gotten the hang of it.” Bucky replied, looking everywhere but at you.

With quick reflexes, Y/N snatched the laptop from Bucky and used Steve as a shield as you opened the laptop. Bucky made a noise when the laptop disappeared and he tried to get around Steve to snatch it back, but it was too late. The bright blue screen illuminated Y/N face as you stared at it.

Silence.

Bucky gulped preparing himself for Y/N’s reprimands, but it never came. Instead, your laughter filled the kitchen confusing Bucky and Steve. The two friends glanced at each other wondering what was happening.

“Uh, Y/N, is everything alright?” Steve asked stepping closer.

You stifled your laughter with a hand as you set the laptop back on the island. With a few clicks the screen with dark before booting back up. After a few minutes the computer screen was back to normal as Bucky and Steve stared at it blinking.

“How did you?” Bucky asked.

“It’s easy. You just have to follow the on screen prompts and hit the right buttons. You two really couldn’t figure that out?” Y/N grinned trying not to laugh.

“No…” They both mumbled.

Y/N smiled and shook your head.

“You two realize I showed you what to do when this happens. What were you even doing when it crashed, Bucky?” Y/N asked as you opened the web browser.

Bucky stilled and frantically reached for the laptop only to have it pulled out of his reach. Y/N and Steve stared at the screen before erupting with laughter. Y/N leaned against Steve for support as your sides started to hurt from laughing.

“I was half expecting you to have stumbled upon porn not funny cat videos!” Y/N commented in between laughs.

Bucky’s face flushed as he looked away from his friends.

“Shut up…” He muttered.

“I’m so telling Sam!” Y/N said.

“You will not! Y/N get back here!” Bucky shouted.

Y/N cackled and ran out of the kitchen, laptop in hand as you were chased by Bucky. Steve following close behind to make sure nothing terrible happened to you…or Sam.

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I tried my best! I hope it’s okay! I will say I am one of the worst at criticizing myself when it comes to my writing…

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Alright everyone! I know this blog hasn’t been active for a long time, but I wanted to try and get back into posting! It’s only going to be me Gambit as I’ve had a falling out with my friend whom I co-created this blog with. So if you have any headcannon ideas you’d like to throw my way please do! I’ll do my best to make it happen! I may also do reader inserts with the headcannons! I’m trying to branch out from my OC fanfiction writings! :) 

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Sleepovers Gone Wrong

It was just another Saturday night at the Avengers Tower, or so everyone thought. Tony thought it would be a great idea to through a slumber party for the team. Right away, Bucky objected but with some persuasion from Steve he agreed. The group sat around a table telling ghost stories. Bucky sat between Hawkeye and Steve as Tony told one of his many ghost stories. Bucky took the time to look around at everyone's reaction. Natasha was reclined back in her seat unafraid as Hawkeye and Steve shared the same expression of fear. Bucky rolled his eyes as he listened to Tony ramble on.

"And the last thing anyone heard was her ghostly moan." 

"Really, Tony? That was the worst story yet." Natasha said.

"Let's hear your story then, Miss Story Teller then." Tony replied crossing his arms. 

Natasha glared and leaned forward as Bruce spoke up. 

"They're just ghost stories. There's no need to start a fight over who tells the best story." 

Tony and Natasha turned their glares on Bruce who instantly put his hands up in surrender and leaned back in his seat. Bucky rolled his eyes at the two when all of a sudden the lights flickered. Everyone stopped arguing and froze when the lights flickered once again before going out completely. The group heard a thud followed by a moan which caused everyone to jump from their seats and huddle together.

"Tony, do you have any flashlights or candles lying around?" Steve asked.

"....No." Tony replied after a long moment of silence.

The group turned in Tony's direction even though they couldn't see.

"How do you not have a flashlight or candles?" Hawkeye says in shock. 

"I never have a power outage at Stark Tower, can you blame me?" 

The others were silent after Tony's comment. Good point. They all jumped when another moan sounded in the tower. 

"So who wants to go find the source of the sound?" Bucky asked. When no one volunteered Natasha rolled her eyes and stepped away from the group.

"Fine, I'll do it. I work with a bunch of scaredy cats." she said before disappearing down the hall to their bedrooms. The others waited and listened for Natasha to come back, but the room remained silent. 

"Since she's not back I think that's our cue to get out of here, don't you fella's think?" Tony said until they heard a shrill scream. 

"Nat?!" Hawkeye shouted before running off down the hallway. Thor quickly followed Hawkeye as they went to check on Natasha. Everyone waited what felt like hours when they heard a clap of thunder and what sounded like Hawkeye screaming. Then the room fell silent once again. 

The only ones left in the main room was Tony, Bruce, Steve and Bucky. They remained huddled in the center of the room thinking of what to do next. 

"So what do we do now?" Bruce asked. 

Silence. 

"To the elevator!" Tony said.

"The powers out, genius." Steve replied.

"Right....to the stairs!" Tony answered leading the group to the hidden stairwell. 

One by one they walked down a few levels to escape the mayhem...or so they thought. Tony lead them into one of the unused R&D floors and stopped when a ghostly looking figure floated in front of them. Tony squealed and jumped to hide behind Bruce when the ghost came flying towards them making both of the men squeal. By the time Steve and Bucky reached the two men they had disappeared.

"Where did they go? They were right in front of us." Steve said looking around.

"I don't know, Steve. Maybe we should split up and search for them?" 

"Good idea Buck, it's just like a Scooby-Doo mystery."

"...a what?" 

Steve was silent, "Never mind." 

Bucky shrugged as he went to the left and started looking for Tony and Bruce. Not even fifteen minutes later he circled back around to where they started and waited for Steve. When his friend didn't return Bucky went searching for him.

"Steve, where are you?" he asked. 

No response. 

"Steve? Steven! ...okay this is getting ridiculous. Come on out." 

Again no response. 

"Steve..."Bucky asked in a quiet voice as he stopped walking. He turned around and jumped back when something was tossed over his head scaring him. He ripped the sheet and pulled it off, tossing it to the ground. 

That's when the lights came back on. Bucky shielded his eyes from the blinding light. When his eyes adjusted to the light, his expression changed. 

"Are you kidding me...." he said aloud. 

His eyes landed on the group as they hung from the ceiling in nets. Hawkeye was being spun around by Tony while Natasha scowled down at whom ever was behind Bucky.

"As I always told you, you've got to keep both eyes open." Fury said before pressing a button releasing the nets. The ones trapped hit the floor with a thud and a few oomph's as Fury walked by Bucky.

"You passed test number one." Fury said before walking away leaving a dumbfounded Bucky to stare at his back.