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“You’re still flirting with me though.” Brad drawled out, taking a drag of his cigarette after.

“You don’t want me to flirt with you?” I replied in a teasing tone.

He cocked a brow as he looked down at me, blowing the smoke over my face. “I never said that.”

“Sounds like you were complaining.” I said.

“I’d never complain about that…” his eyes glazed over.

I looked away and down the street. “Well I shouldn’t be talking to you anyway.” I hummed.

“Why’s that?” His voice was deep and gravelly.

I looked back up at him with an easy smile. “You still haven’t said happy birthday to me.” I reminded him.

Brad rolled his eyes deeply and dropped his cigarette to the floor, stepping it out. “Really? After all this time?” He asked.

I shrugged. “That’s okay, if you really want to fight with me for the rest of our lives, I can keep it up.”

“I don’t want to fight for the rest of our lives.” He whined.

I stepped closer and boldly looked into his eyes. “You know what to do…”

His head dipped down, nose brushing over mine. “What’s that?” He whispered.

“Say happy birthday.” I hummed back.

His lips brushed over mine as he smiled teasingly. “Happy birthday.” His voice sounded raspy, maybe from the cigarette.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body flush to him. “Thank you baby.” I hummed, pecking his lips once.

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Hey everyone!

I’ve been getting a lot of messages about where I’ve been/if I’ll post anything soon.

Truthfully, I have no inspiration for this page anymore. I feel like I’ve squeezed every last drop out of it - and I’m finally finished (for the foreseeable future at least).

It was great, and so much fun, and it allowed me creative freedom I couldn’t find anywhere else. It helped me develop as a writer, and I loved being part of such a large community.

Thank you to every who ever supported me - onto the next chapter.

- afeb x

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Chris Evans - Messy Monkey

Chris swooned as he picked up the little bib that said Messy Monkey on the front. “Fucking Christ that’s so cute,”

I giggled at his fowl mouth. “Can we carry on shopping now?” I asked.

“Oh look at this!” As he leant down and picked up a onesie that said Daddy’s Girl. “I wonder if they make one big enough for you?”

I snorted and snatched the clothing from him, hanging it up. “Shut up,”

We carried on around the store, not entirely following the list as we seemed to walk out with a lot more than we had planned. Chris spent the rest of the day cooing at children’s clothing online, showing me a very sweet and adorable thing he came across.

We went to sleep happily, the world passing by. I was woken up with Chris nudging my shoulder and shoving his phone in my face.

“Look,” I groggily sat up and took the phone from him, my eyes adjusting and looking down.

Chris and Y/N Expecting? Couple Seen Looking At Baby Clothes

Chris to be a Father: The Latest in Hollywood Couples

“Daddy’s Girl”: Chris Evans to be the Father of a Baby Girl

I giggled a little. “God they can really make a story out of anything, can’t they?”

“Hilarious, right?” Chris chuckled. “I personally think we should fulfil those headlines,”

I laughed. “Maybe not right now, but we could practice?”

“Enough said,” I squealed as Chris tackled me to the bed.

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Chris Evans - Do It Again

“Good girl,” Chris groaned beneath me.

I whined at the praise and leant forward to plant my hands on his chest. Chris smacked my behind harshly, a moan falling past my parted lips as my head rolled back.

Chris looked up at me with dark eyes, his hips shifting beneath mine which caused only buried himself deeper inside me. I hissed, a small sting of pain before being replaced by pleasure. A smirk graced his lips.

“Too big for you?” He teased in his thick, deep accent.

I nodded pathetically and carried on with my rushed movements. I gazed down and an idea popped into my head. Slowly, my right hand inched up his chest. I felt over his hard pecks, over his collarbone until I reached the base of his neck. Chris was far too enthralled in pleasure to notice my intention. My fingers wrapped around his neck, Chris’ eyes snapping open.

“Baby?” He questioned.

“Shh,” I cooed softly.

I squeezed lightly, testing the waters. Chris groaned a little and bucked his hips again. I squeezed tightly, putting pressure on either side of his neck. Chris’ cheeks flushed red as he pinched his eyes shut. His breath grew a little ragged, strained and I let go.

Confidence escaped me as I went to take my hand away. Chris quickly caught my wrist and forced my hand back around his neck. I bit my lip and squeezed again. Chris groaned deeply, the vibrations were felt through my hand. His hips stuttered before he came, a low moan falling past his lips. I continued to squeeze his neck through his orgasm.

My fingers soothed over the red skin gently as his eyes opened. “Fuck,” he sighed.

I giggled. “Who knew,”

“Not me,” he said back. “Did you like doing it?” He asked.

I blushed and shrugged my shoulders. “A little,”

Chris smirked up at me. “Do it again,”

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Chris Evans - Accents

“Boston-“

“Please stop-“

“Car-“

“Y/N, I’m not kidding,”

“Park the car,”

Chris dropped his book into his lap and lulled his head to look at me. “You aren’t funny,”

“I beg to differ,” I giggled as I sat on the sofa next to him. “I love when you talk to other Bostonians,”

“Stop,” he whined.

“Your accent gets all thick and manly,” I playfully said. “And you start talking about cars and plumping and mechanics-“

“Seriously, I’m gonna need you to stop,” he smiled. “Besides, you’re the one with the posh accent,”

“I do not have a posh accent,” I scoffed.

“Spiffing, crumpets and tea, I get to differ darling!” Chris put on a terrible British accent.

“I don’t sound like that,” I grumbled.

“Oh Mama and Papa, do pass the chutney and cheese!”

“I have never once said that!” I defended.

“See? Isn’t so fun when you’re the butt of the joke,” Chris nudged my arm lightly.

“Your accent is worse than mine,” I huffed, giggling a little as Chris rolled his eyes.

“Don’t mind it when I’m talking filth into your-“

“Ew! Gross, stop that,” he snorted and pressed a heavy kiss to my cheek, standing up and sauntering out of the room.

“I’m off to the drawing room to touch myself, care to join me my dear?” Chris said.

“We don’t have a drawing room,”

“Bedroom it is,”

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Chris Evans - You Want One

I never wanted children, and Chris wanted me, so we met in the middle with marriage. We lived happily but each time chris saw a baby he let out a little coo of sadness knowing he’d never have one.

For years I stuck to my beliefs and refused to even entertain the idea: that was until my friend, Charlotte, gave birth and for the first time I saw Chris with a newborn.

His large body encompassing the small baby, strong arms holding her closely. His nose would lean down and softly run across her cheeks, causing the little creature to offer out a whine of happiness. Chris seemed to have a permanent smile on his face and my mind began to wander.

What would he be like with our child? Would he be a good father? Did he resent me for never giving him a child? How would he fuck one into me...

“Y/N?” My head snapped to Chris who was carefully passing the baby over to Charlotte. “They’re heading off now,”

“Oh! So soon?” I stood.

Charlotte cooed down to the small baby. “Mommy is very tired, isn’t she?”

I softly chuckled and followed as we walked towards the door. “Same time next week?” I asked.

Charlotte nodded. “Absolutely, thanks!”

The door slammed shut and I cast my eye to Chris. He was still smiling happily and leant down to kiss my cheek, moving past me to the living room. I watched as he collected the coffee cups scattered around the table.

“You okay?” He asked.

I nodded. “Baby was cute,”

Chris groaned. “Don’t get me started, she was adorable,”

He stood, cups in hand. “You looked good with her,”

Chris wiggled his brows. “Why thank you,”

I followed him into the kitchen. “Really good, actually,” I leant against the doorway.

“How so?” Chris ask, clanking the cups into the sink.

I shrugged. “Just liked seeing you hold her, she looked tiny in your arms,”

Chris folded his arms. “Okay...”

“You looked like a dad,” I said. “You looked happy,”

Chris slowly walked towards me. “Is there something you wanna talk to me about?”

I pressed my back flush against the doorway, Chris placing his arm over my head and leant into me. I peered up at him with wide eyes, my hands slowly coming up to plant on his chest.

“I thought, maybe...if you wanted-“

“Yes?”

“Maybe we could make one,” I whispered. “A baby,”

Chris paused for a moment, brows tugging down a little. He shuffled on his feet. “But you don’t want kids,”

I shrugged. “I don’t think it would be all bad if it was with you,”

A slow smile tugged on his lips. “You want one?”

Quickly I looped my arms around his neck and pressed my body to his. “If you’ll let me,”

His arms wrapped around my waist. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this,”

Chris pressed a kiss to my cheek before trailing them down my neck. My breath quickened as my hands slid into his hair, softly tugging. My lips ticked his ear.

“Please put a baby in me,” I lowly whispered.

“You fucking minx,” I squeaked as Chris hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs securely around his waist as Chris began to march us to the bedroom.

I giggled in his ear as he pinched my behind before delivering a slap. Chris kicked the door open with his foot, his lips sucking on my neck as I let out a small whine. He collapsed onto the bed, me on top, and ran his hands over my thighs.

“Are we really doing this?” I asked breathily as I eased his t shirt over his head.

“If you want to,” he mumbled as my top followed suit.

“I do,” I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips to his. “I do,”

I shouted out a laugh as Chris quickly rolled us over, his face burying into my neck. I gasped as his teeth sank into my flesh, my hips bucking up against his. Chris growled against me.

“Never fucked you without a condom,” Chris hummed lowly.

“You excited?” I giggled back.

I gasped as Chris rolled his hips, letting me feel how painfully hard he was. I whimpered softly and peered up at him.

Chris hasilty bunched my skirt around my waist and pulled my underwear down my legs, throwing them haphazardly with the shirts. He struggled to undo his belt, allowing my small hands to do the work for him. Once the button was popped, I eased my hand into his jeans and cupped his length. Chris shut his eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“That’s my good girl,” he croaked.

I bit my lip. “Fuck a baby into me Daddy,”

Chris groaned as I slipped my hand from his underwear and softly giggled. He eased himself out and gave a few leisurely strokes, casually running his tip up and down me. I jumped as he nudged my bundle of nerves.

“You gonna take what I give you?” He asked, easing his tip in.

I let out a high pitched moan. “Yes!”

Chris’ jaw slacked, a breathy moan escaping him as he bottomed out. He dropped down onto his forearms and caged me in, nose bumping mine which caused a faint giggle to muscle past my lips. Chris sheepishly smile down at me.

“So warm,” he softly mused. “So fucking snug,”

“Just for you,” I softly cooed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and Chris began to thrust.

He moved quickly and tightly, a man in a mission. Small grunts fell from Chris as my high pitched whines and moans filled the room. He buried his head into the crook of my neck and nipped the skin, my back arching into him as my stomach bubbled.

“I’m gonna-Chris!” My hands flew to his shoulders and my nails bit his skin.

Chris hissed softly into my ear, pushing me through my high. “Take it,” he huffed. “Take it,”

He came with a long, low groan. I could almost feel the vibration in my chest. Chris let out a soft sigh, face moving to look down at me. My hands softly stroked over his beard as a wide smile came across both our faces.

Chris’ large hand came to stroke over my forehead. “Feeling good?” I nodded at his question. “Still...still okay with what we just did?”

“Yes,” I blushed. “Are you?”

“I’m gonna be a Dad,” he lightly whispered. “We’re gonna be parents,”

I giggled softly, leaning up to kiss his lips. “Yeah we are baby.”

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Chris Evans - Cigarettes

I scrunched my nose as Chris pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one to his lips. He lit it and happily puffed away. His eyes met mine and Chris furrowed his brows.

“What?” He asked, taking a long drag.

“I hate when you smoke,” I said as I ran my hand over the wooden garden table before me.

Chris rolled his eyes and puffed out a blume of smoke. “It’s fine,”

I huffed. “What a waste of money just to give yourself lung cancer, I can take you to a radioactive plant and shove you in the reactor if you want it that bad,”

Chris chuckled at my remark. “It helps my anxiety,”

“I’ll show you anxiety when you’re getting chemo,” I quipped as I stood and grabbed his empty beer bottle.

I left Chris laughing as I walked back into the house. Chris had smoked for as long as I could remember. He seemed to permanently have a cigarette between his fingers and always a pack in his back pocket. He promised he’d quit when we first started dating but never did, so now I simply rolled my eyes and left him to his cancer sticks.

In all honesty, I couldn’t be too proud about it as I used to smoke too. Chris didn’t know that, and if he ever found out I’d be painfully teased for it.

A few weeks passed and I was at work, handling carefully an old vase someone had donated to the museum. The gloves made it hard to hold still the slippy china, and before I could even catch it, it fell and shattered on the floor.

Fellow historians around me winced at my mistake. Fuck. I was going to be fired. My boss assured me that these things happen and although it would have added to the collection, at the end of the day, it was simply a vase with no real historical importance. Still, my stress levels had never been so high.

So, without thinking on the way home, I bought a pack of cigarettes. I pulled into the driveway and saw Chris was out. I rummaged through the draws in the kitchen and found a lighter. Standing outside, I lit one and took a long awaited drag. I sighed happily, taking another puff.

“I fucking knew it,” I jumped and swung round to see Chris with a big smirk on his lips.

“Wait, no, it isn’t what it looks like,” I panicked, stubbing out the stick.

“Really? Cos it looks like you’re smoking,” he said.

“Look, I had a really stressful day-“

“Oh, but why would use cigarettes to curb anxiety?” He quipped. “What a stupid thing, you’ll get cancer you know, then you’ll know anxiety,”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, you’re right,”

Chris bellowed a laugh. “Come on then, what happened?”

“I dropped an artefact at work and broke it,” I said.

Chris’ face dropped. “Oh,”

“It was awful, my boss said not to worry but fuck!” I practically fell into his chest.

Chris cooed me softly. He pulled away and grabbed the small box from my hand, taking two and lighting them both. He gave me one as we sat on the edge of the back step and smoked silently, my head resting on his shoulder.

“I’m never letting this go,” Chris said after a moment.

“Yeah, I know,”

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Chris Evans - Alright

I walked around the backyard, talking to our guests and smiling happily at their praises for our BBQ. My husband, Harry, was manning the grill, all the men scattered around him, listening to his secret tips in how to grill the perfect burger. Well, nearly all the men.

Chris stood near the back garden doors, beer in hand, eyes on me. I caught his gaze a few times and blushed at the secret winks he’d throw my way. I never had any intention of having an affair, and I did love my husband dearly. He was kind, tentative and sickeningly supportive.

But he was boring.

He’d been pulling the same moves since we were seventeen and I needed something else. I’d tried, embarrassingly, to spice things up with him. Costumes, whips, even chains once, but each time he turned his nose up and went back to missionary. I’d tried to suggest semi-public sex but he didn’t get it, I’d tried a daddy-kink, but he hated it. He was just a plain, simple guy.

And I wasn’t.

I needed someone to fulfil my sexual fantasies. I’d stuck to porn and whatever toys I’d bought, but I needed human contact. Harry had made us move to Boston for work, and we’d settled in nicely to the community. They’d thrown a welcome party for us the second week we’d been here; and that’s when I met Chris.

He’d been funny and charming, and that night we swapped numbers. We became friends. Chris showed me the city while Harry was at work, he showed me everything it felt like. And on one lunch date, he kissed me, and I liked it.

We went home that day and had sex for the first time. He was so responsive to me, asking what I wanted, how it felt. Two years later and we’re still running around in the shadows together, a friends-with-benefits situation.

“Baby, could you grab some more buns for me?” Harry called from the BBQ.

“Will do!” I smiled back.

“I love you,” the girls cooed at his display of affection.

Harry smirked as I blushed. “I love you too,”

I walked past Chris who had a sour expression on his face, following closely behind me. “What a tactical move,” Chris said. “I love you,” 

“He does love me, you know,” I quipped back with a smile.

“Yeah yeah, do you love him?” Chris swigged his beer.

“Of course I do,” I laughed.

Chris rolled his eyes. We never usually spoke about my marriage, Chris grumbling any time he even saw Harry and I together.

“Great,” he said.

I walked past with buns in my hand. Carefully, I looked around. The coast was clear and I leant up to sponge a quick kiss to his lips.

“Jealousy doesn’t look cute on you,” I teased. I squeaked as Chris pinched my behind.

“Your husband awaits,” he whispered into my ear.

I skipped out with a beaming smile and handed Harry the buns. He kissed me in front of everyone and I wondered if he could taste Chris’ beer on my lips. The day went on and the crowd thinned until it was just Chris, Harry and I. Chris was helping me wash up.

“I’m gonna shower,” Harry said as he kissed my cheek. “Be a bit,”

He left the room and I smiled warmly at Chris. I continued to wash the plethora of dishes that were stacked beside me, Chris drying a plate and bumping his hip with him. I giggled and bumped him back.

Chris peered over his shoulder to the empty kitchen, waiting a moment before putting down his dish towel and moving to stand behind me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

His hands smoothed over my hips. “Shh,” he cooed into my ear.

We’d never done anything with Harry in the house. “Stop, he’ll catch us,”

“And?” My breath hitched as Chris eased the skirt of my dress up.

“And it’ll ruin what we have,” I said.

“Or make it better,” his hand dipped into the front of my underwear and immediately found my bundle of nerves.

My head tilted back against his shoulder as I ground my backside into his crotch. Chris toyed teasingly with me for a few moments before drawing lazy circles into me.

“Chris,” I breathily sighed.

“So wet, so responsive,” he gently cooed into my hair. “You like the idea of your little husband walking in?”

I blushed and shook my head. “No,”

“Liar,” he nipped my earlobe. “Know you love being fucked in public, maybe even in front of people,”

My wet and soapy hand came out of the water and grab his forearm, squeezing tightly. “Fuck,”

“You like that? Might get some buddies ‘round one night and fuck your brains out in front of them,” Chris lowly promised. “Maybe even invite Harry,”

I whined loudly and Chris immediately cupped my hand. “Gotta be quiet doll,”

I nodded and softly whimpered, grinding my hips against his hand. Chris quickened his fingers as my teeth sank into his palm, he winced in my ear.

“You gonna cum?” I nodded. “Do it, cum on my fingers,”

I came with a whimper and a jump, Chris working me through my high as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I slumped against him, his hand falling from my mouth. Chris wrapped his arms warmly around me, holding me tight.

“Fuck,” I swore with a giggle.

He didn’t say anything, just squeezed me tighter. “I think I lo-“ he stopped talking as we heard footsteps trotting down the stairs.

Chris quickly moved away and picked up a plate as Harry walked back in. His hair was wet and tousled, pyjamas on and an easy smile on his face. Harry looked at me and furrowed his brows.

“You feeling okay? You look really flushed,” his hand cupped my cheek.

“Just tired,” it wasn’t exactly a lie.

“I’ll get off,” Chris said.

Chris patted my shoulder and squeezed softly before sticking his hand out for Harry to shake. My blush deepened as I realised it was the hand that was just down my underwear. Harry took his and I wanted to laugh.

“Thanks man, see you around,” they both smiled. Chris shot me a cheeky wink and left the house. “I like that guy, seems nice,”

“Oh he’s alright,”

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Chris Evans - Master Bedroom

“And this is the master bedroom,” the estate agent gestured to the sizeable room.

Chris kept a poker face, however I softly smiled. “It’s big,”

“It really is,” the agent mused. “I’ll leave you guys to take a look around on your own,”

As soon as we were alone, Chris tugged me into his chest and looked around. “It’s nice,” he said.

I scrunched my nose. “But it isn’t home,”

Chris agreed and shook his head, pecking my lips once. “I want somewhere smaller, further away from the city,”

I nodded in agreement. “But we need some space if we want to start having kids,” I noted casually, my stomach flipping at the thought.

Chris smiled. “I still get excited when you say that,”

“Me too,” Chris leant down and pressed a heavier kiss to my lips, tongue skimming over my bottom lip before tangling with my own.

I looped my arms around his neck as Chris eased his hands down to cup my behind through the flowy skirt I wore. I squeaked and giggled against his lips.

“Not here,” I mumbled.

“We have at least twenty minutes,” Chris hummed as he trailed his lips down my neck.

I sighed. “It’s so inappropriate,” I whispered.

Chris simply squeezed my behind tightly and pulled back, looking down at me with that oh so familiar glint in his eye.

“You said you wanted kids,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Come on, lemme give you a baby,”

My sense began to slacken as I peered into his eyes. Warily I looked at the door, before looking back up to Chris. I didn’t say a word, simply leant up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Chris immediately lifted me up and pressed me against the nearest wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as my fingers weaved into his hair, lightly tugging and leading his lips back to my neck. His teeth sunk into the flesh of my collar bone, making me mewl.

“Gotta be quiet,” Chris grumbled against my shoulder, easing my skirt to bunch up around my thighs.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

Chris skilfully unbuckled his belt with one hand and pulled out his aching cock. My mouth watered as he ran his tip over my clothed core before his fingers pushed the material to the side.

“I’m gonna be quick,” he breathed.

I nodded and closed my eyes, my head resting back against the wall. My breath hitched as he nudged into me before easing himself in. A deep sigh left his lips, his hands pressing my tightly against the wall.

“Fuck,” I swore quietly.

Chris began his bruising pace, hips snapping relentlessly into me. My body jerked against the wall and I wondered if the estate agent was nearby. My thoughts soon melted away as Chris began to suck on my neck again, leaving a deep purple bruise.

“Take it,” he muttered quietly.

My fist came to my mouth as I bit down on my knuckles, my eyes pleadingly looking at Chris who had taken a moment to watch me. A cocky smirk graced his face for a second before his brows pinched down. His jaw began to slacken and I knew what was coming.

“Please,” I quietly begged.

“Oh fuck,” his hips stilled as he filled me up.

Chris rest his forehead against mine as he slowly thrust through his orgasm. I whimpered at the feeling of him twitching, legs constricting tighter around him.

There was a pause before Chris placed me down on the floor. A blush crept up my cheeks as I sorted out my under under Chris’ intense gaze. As soon as I was done Chris pulled me close and pressed a heavy kiss to my lips.

“That was so immoral,” I whined.

“It was fun though,” he winked back. “I like the idea of you talking to someone with my cum leaking down your legs,”

I shoved him away as my face turned red, Chris bellowing out a laugh. “Shut up,”

His fingers laced through mine as he led me through the house, the estate agent standing by the front door. “Any good?” She asked.

“Not exactly what we’re looking for,” Chris said.

“That’s fine, but that master bedroom is beautiful,” she chatted as we left the house.

“Oh yeah, bet you can get up to a lot in there,” I hit Chris’ chest as he laughed, the estate agent giving us a funny looking before locking the door.

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remember when i didn’t post for a year? Might do that again ... lol jokes ... unless??

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Bucky Barnes - Hung The Moon For You

*spoilers* Zemo didn’t escape here lol :)

It had been a testing day. All the days lately seemed that way. John Walker had killed a man, taken the serum and Bucky had discovered that his arm could be removed. That fact had hit him hard, harder than I thought, and he had lashed out at me only a few minutes ago. I’m sure everyone in the townhouse heard, maybe even the neighbours.

So now I sat alone in the dark, in the plush living room thinking how my life had changed so much in the course of a month. I wanted to roll my eyes when I saw Zemo stroll in.

“Rough night?” He joked.

“Shut up,” I grumbled back.

He went to the kitchen. “My wife and I used to fight all the time,” there was a dip in his voice.

He came back with two glasses of wine in his hands. Warily, I took one from him. “What did you guys fight about?” I asked.

Zemo shrugged. “Things that seem silly now,”

“I didn’t know it would be this hard,” I whispered after a beat of silence.

Zemo softly chuckled. “You’re boyfriend is the Winter Soldier, it was always going to be hard.”

I wanted to slap him, but instead I sipped my wine and prayed he’d leave me alone. Instead, Zemo settled further down into the sofa. I wanted to ask him more about his family before The Avengers came, what his life was like. But I didn’t want to create a falsehood of friendship with him. We certainly weren’t that.

“You know,” Zemo said. “Life would get easier if you walked away,”

I scoffed. “Stop it,”

“I’m being serious,” he said. “You wouldn’t have to run around the world chasing after him, you wouldn’t have to worry, you could be normal,”

Slowly I looked over at him. “But...” I trailed off.

“You do so much for him,” Zemo said. “And what does he do? Yells at you, treats you like nothing,”

“He doesn’t mean to,” I meekly said.

“Doesn’t he?” Zemo asked. “He’s a Super Soldier, violence is wired into them, it’s only a matter of time before he really snaps,”

I suddenly stood, placing down my wine and pacing. “Shut up!” I yelled.

“You know it, I know you do, you can’t be that stupid,” he casually said.

“Bucky is a good man and would never hurt me,” I said.

Zemo only smirked over the rim of the glass. “Y/N, he already has.”

I pinched my eyes shut and rubbed my temples. “You don’t know him,”

“I know him better than you,”

“No you don’t!” I yelled. “You know the Winter Soldier, they are two very different people,”

Zemo chuckled. “Can you not see? They are the same,”

“Would the Winter Soldier buy me flowers?” I snapped. “Would he rub my shoulders after work, clean the apartment when he’s bored, hold me so close at night I think he’d suffocate me?” I ranted. “Would the Winter Soldier tell me stupid jokes when I’m sad, would he make dinner when I’m tired, care for me when I’m sick?”

Zemo went to speak. “Y/N-“

“No he wouldn’t,” I interrupted. “But Bucky does. You know the cold hearted killing machine, I know that sweet and caring man,”

Zemo stared at me for a moment. “You talk like he hung the moon for you,”

“Maybe he did, god knows he’d try,” I huffed back.

Zemo stood and nodded behind me, a smile coming over his face before turning on his heels and walking away. It was comical really, turning around to see Bucky stood in the archway. His eyebrows were knitted together, arms hanging by his side.

There was a long pause. “You really think those things about me?” Bucky finally whispered.

“I think the world of you,”

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Chris Evans - Noted

I gasped into Chris’ mouth as our innocent morning kiss began to turn into something else. His hand travelled down between my thighs and cupped me, squeezing tightly.

“Please,” Chris begged against my lips. “I couldn’t have you yesterday, please let me have you today,”

“N-No,” I said. “I’m already late,”

Chris whined. “Please, I’m desperate,”

I’d be lying if I said his state of desperation didn’t turn me on. The idea of a strong man whining and begging for me sending me into a whirlpool of fantasies.

His fingers flexed against me and I let out a small squeak, Chris rolling his hips and rubbing his achingly hard cock against my thigh.

“Chris!” I gasped.

“I’ll be quick,” he bargained. “Just a few pumps inside you and I’ll stop,”

“But you won’t,” I giggled.

Chris wiggled his fingers into the band of my underwear, feeling over the small patch of hair that grew there. He let out a groan as his fingers slowly dipped into me.

“I will,” he said. “I promise baby, just lemme feel you,”

My back arched as his fingers skimmed over my bundle of nerves. I gazed over at the clock, brows furrowing as I thought over my choices. With my head straining to my right, Chris took the opportunity to bite down on my neck, sucking deep purple marks into the skin. I hummed out a moan as Chris circled his fingers.

“Okay,” I conceded with a squeak.

Chris groaned into my neck. “Fuck, thank you, thank you baby,”

He quickly pulled my underwear off, cock already free. Chris propped himself up to gaze down at me, eyes hooded and dark as his tongue licked over his lips. His tip ran up and down me, a shudder creeping up my spine.

Our moans seemed to harmonise as he eased into me gently, a small sting itching its way to my nerves as he stretched me out. My hands pawed at his chest, nails biting his skin as I gasped. Chris’ teeth sank into his lip as he finally felt me around him.

“Pussy’s so good,” he sighed, voice cracking. “I’ve wanted you for so long,”

“Y-You had me a few days a-ago,” I noted in broken gasps.

“Not enough honey,” he dropped down onto his forearms, caging me in. “Could be in you - fuck - all day and it - ah- it wouldn’t be enough,”

His hips snapped against mine at an increasing pace. Chris’ knees sunk into the mattress a little as he seemed to anchor down and increase his speed again. My body rocked against his, headboard banging against the wall.

Chris’ right hand came up to my chest and squeezed the skin tightly, head dipping down to capture my nipple between his teeth and tug. My hands flew to his hair as I pulled, a moan tumbling past his lips. Another pull and his teeth sunk into my skin, I mewled in discomfort.

“So fucking warm,” he growled. “Touched myself like a damn kid yesterday while you worked,”

“Really?” My eyes widened.

Chris lifted his head, eyes catching mine as a small smile graced his lips. “Stroked my cock till I came twice honey,” he gave a hard thrust. “Squeezed my balls tight like you do,”

“Chris!” His filthy words sent bolts of lightening down to my core. “Oh-“

“Cum,” he ordered. “Cum thinking of my hand stroking my own cock,”

My arms looped tightly around his neck as I tugged him down, lips meshed against mine. Our lips parted and our tongues glided against each other’s, Chris swallowing my moans.

I came with a cry, almost a sob, as my legs contracted around his hips. My body tightened impossibly around him as Chris moaned into my mouth and came with a few stammered thrusts. He came longer than usual, filling me to the brim.

We panted against each other, eyes boring into our souls. A smile graced my lips as I softly giggled, Chris laughing along as he moved away. He flopped down onto the bed, chest heaving as a light sheen of sweat covered his chest.

“Needed that,” was all he uttered.

I looked at the clock again and sighed. “Let’s hope my boss doesn’t ask why I’m late,” I joked.

“Tell her that your boyfriend was whining to be inside you,” I hit his chest as he snorted out a laugh.

“Quite liked seeing you beg,” I cocked a brow as I rolled onto my stomach and looked at him.

Chris reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah? Deprive me another week and you’ll see what begging is,”

“Noted.”

[afeb]

Bucky Barnes - I Trust You

“Bucky,” I sighed as I ran into his arms.

He seemed shocked that I was with him, furrowing his brows but catching my body in his. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and squeezed, his hands holding my hips close.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Don’t worry about that,” I smiled as I cupped his cheeks.

Bucky seemed to catch up with himself and hastily pressed a kiss to my lips. Sharon cooed whilst Sam groaned and turned around. I pulled back as a blush crept up my neck.

“Not even five minutes,” Sam muttered as I walked towards him with my arms stretched wide.

“Jealous Sammy?” I winked as I hugged him.

“Who’s gonna introduce me to the lovely girlfriend?” I tensed as I heard a familiar voice.

Turning around slowly my blood ran cold as my eyes narrowed. “You,”

Bucky quickly held me back as I went to launch myself at Zemo. “You’re feisty for a historian,” he teased.

“You used me to get to Bucky,” I snarled. “I have a mind to teach you a few things,”

“We’re working with him,” Bucky said into my ear.

“What?” I snapped, looking up at him.

“He knows things no one else does,” Bucky said again. “He’s fine.”

I shrugged Bucky off and glared at them. “You’re all morons,”

“Come on, let’s get ready for the party,” Sharon tugged me around the room as I continued to stare them all down.

Two bottles of wine, a dress far too tight and a large amount of make up later, Sharon was slipping on her heals and listening to me rant.

“I mean, he literally murdered someone to get to Buck, and they’re pretending that never happened?” I finished my wine. “Men, fucking idiots,”

The base had long started booming through the grand apartment. “Come on, drink your troubles away on the dance floor.”

I didn’t see Bucky or Sam for a while, Sharon and I closely dancing with each other. We howled with laughter as she span me around and tugged me back into her. Our noses bumped as I watched as a drop of sweat trickled down her forehead to her cheek.

Sharons eyes flicked behind us. “Someone’s watching,”

I turned my head to see Bucky standing still with body’s moving around him, his eyes trailing over me before flicking to look at my face. The alcohol had eased my anger towards his stupid actions, however, I wasn’t so easy as to forgive him entirely.

Sharon pushed me towards him, Bucky catching me as I stumbled into his arms. I lazily slung my arms over his shoulders and toyed with his hair.

“How much have you had to drink?” Bucky’s low voice said into my ear.

I giggled. “Enough for two,”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips. “Are you still angry with me?”

His hands went to my hips and pulled me close, head going to the crook of my neck. “Maybe another drink and I won’t be,”

He scoffed against my skin, kissing the hot skin. “I know what I’m doing,”

My hand wound into his hair and tugged him back, his eyes casting down to mine. “I trust you,” I hummed.

Bucky’s fingers laced with mine as he quickly tugged me through the moving crowd. I stumbled on my heels, trying to pull him back but Bucky simply surged forward. He led me down a quiet hallway, trying doors that were locked until one near the end opened.

The office looked unused and barren. A smart desk, bookshelves lining the walls and a small seating area near the front of the room. Before I could asked what Bucky was doing, he locked the door and pressed me against it.

“Say it again,” he asked as he nipped at my exposed shoulder, moving to suck on my neck.

I furrowed my brows and bit back a moan. “Say what again?”

“What you said on the dance floor,” his hand came up to squeeze my breast.

I gasped as he easily found my nipple through the thin fabric and harshly tugged, rolling it between his thumb and finger.

“I-I can’t remember what I said,” I confessed as I bucked my hips against his.

He pulled back and pressed his forehead mine. “You said you trusted me,”

The tension slowed. “Of course I do,” I whispered.

“Say it,”

“I trust you,”

“Say it again,” he picked my up and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing me against the door.

“I trust you with everything I have, Bucky.” I cooed into his ear.

He groaned into my neck and rutted his hips against mine, the dress riding up and exposing my bare thighs. His hands slid down to cup my behind, squeezing the flesh tightly which enticed another gasp from my lips.

“Please baby,” he strained. “Haven’t felt you for so long,”

I whined. “Yes,”

I slid down his body, our height difference still distinct, even with the heels on. He spun me around, back to front, trapping my body to the door with his.

“Gonna be quick Doll,” he pulled himself out of his tight jeans. “Can’t have Sharon knowing I’m fucking you in her office,”

I moaned and tilted me head back, gazing up at Bucky. “Please, give me your cock,”

His eyes rolled back as he eased into me, a moan leaving my lips as he filled me. “So fucking tight,” he swore as he bottomed out. “God I missed you,”

I giggled. “I missed you too,”

His hips drew back slowly and eased forward again, hands holding my hips tightly. “Touched myself thinking of you,” he confessed breathlessly.

“Really?” I squeaked as his hips snapped roughly.

“Thought of you beneath me,” Bucky said. “Looking so fucked out as you always do,”

“You’re so good,” I whined.

“Yeah?” I could feel his ego swelling. “My cock the best you ever had?”

“Yes!” His hand stooped down and found my clit, rubbing tight circles into my bundle of nerves.

“Know it is,” he said. “Fucking know ‘cos you’re such a little slut for it,”

“I-I like that you touched yourself t-thinking of me,” I hiccuped as he gave a particularly hard thrust.

“Yeah?” He teased. “Stroked my cock loads honey, just imaging my hand was this tight little pussy. Nothing - fuck - nothing feels as good as you, like you were made to take my cock,”

“Bucky!”

“Like that thought? That you were born just to give me pleasure, someone to shove my cock into?” He was cocky and loving the dominance he rarely found in real life.

My stomach began to tighten as I felt my release creeping up on me. “I’m gonna...Buck, please-“

“Cum baby,” he ordered, fingers increasing their speed. “Haven’t felt you cum in so long,”

I threw my head back and cried out loudly. My legs shook and gave way, Bucky holding me up. I saw stars as he sunk his teeth into my neck and groaned, cumming inside me quickly. With a few more ruts of his hips, Bucky slowed as fell into me against the door.

“Fuck,” I sighed.

“I know,” I giggled and gasped again as he pulled himself out. Bucky stopped to look at his work, squeezing my hips. “Still a sight to hold,”

He pulled down my skirt and turned me around. “I meant it though, I do miss you when you’re gone,”

His thumb ran over my cheek. “This one last job, and I’ll be back.” He reassured me.

My gut twisted and I knew it was a lie. But I simply leant up and kissed him, unlocking the door and leading him back to the party.

[afeb]

Bucky Barnes - Nice Girl

I nervously waited outside the police station, looking down at my phone constantly in case he called. Arrested because he missed his therapy, I could almost laugh at the simplicity of it. Not for hurting someone, not for running away, but simply because he was late.

John Walker waltzed out of the door and down the steps, walking past me before stopping and turning to look.

“Y/N, right?”

I’d been made to swear to Bucky I’d never speak to him, but I couldn’t be so awkward as to blank him. “Yep,”

He chuckled a little at my short response, moving to stand in front of me. “John,” he stuck out his hand but I folded my arms. “Bucky told you not to talk to me, huh?”

“No,” I lied. “I just don’t appreciate you talking down to Sam and Bucky.”

“When did I talk down to them?” He asked with a cocky smirk.

“What was it? Wingmen?” I said. “They are both hero’s in their own right, Steve had very little to do with that,”

“Oh honey,” he hummed. “I really don’t think your boyfriend is a hero.”

I could tell him. I could tell him what Bucky did during World War II, how he helped in Wakanda and how he’s bettering himself today. But the thing is with men like John is that they really don’t care to listen.

“John,” I sighed. “I would love to tell you everything Bucky has done, the sacrifices he’s made, but men like you will only ever hear what they want to.”

He simply smirked down at me. “Whatever helps you sleep at night,”

Before I could say another word Sam and Bucky were walking towards us. “Doll,” Bucky sceptically said as he tugged me away from John.

“She’s a real nice girl,” John said. “Seems good for you.”

[afeb]

Bucky Barnes - Drabble

Gif cred @mcavoys

“He fucking gave it up,” I jumped as Bucky stormed into the kitchen, voice booming and practically shaking the windows.

“What?” I frowned, drying my hands.

“Sam,” Buck began to pace. “He gave up the shield and now they have this clown parading around as Captain America,”

“What are you talking about?” I was quickly led into the living room where the TV was playing a news segment called: The New Cap?

“He’s a coward.” Bucky grumbled as he crossed his arms.

I sighed. “He isn’t.” I mumbled back.

“What?” Bucky’s eyes widened.

“I understand why Sam did it,” I wandered back into the kitchen, Bucky hot on my heels.

“Steve chose him, not this joker.” Bucky’s anger was getting the better of him.

“Steve didn’t understand the pressure that went with the job,” I said. “It’s a very different thing creating a name and then carrying it on,”

“Steve obviously saw something in Sam that made him think he could carry it on, and Sam didn’t even try,” Bucky began to flush with anger.

“Maybe Steve was wrong,” I simply shrugged, not thinking of my statement.

There was a beat of silence. “Steve wasn’t wrong.”

“Is that so ridiculous to think?” I asked.

“Yes, it is.” Bucky’s fists clenched at his sides.

“Why?”

“Because if Steve was wrong about Sam, then Steve was wrong about me,” his voice dropped a tone, shoulders hunching.

“What?” I frowned.

“Is that so ridiculous to think?” He mocked me.

“Yes, it is.” I mocked back. “This isn’t about you Bucky, this is about Sam,”

His face contorted in anger. “That shield is as much mine as it was Sams, I was there when he got it!”

“No it isn’t,” I snapped back. “It was Steve’s and then it was Sams, it was never yours.”

I jumped as Bucky grabbed a near by glass and hurled it at the wall, the feeble thing shattering all over the floor. I looked over to Bucky, eyes wide and face pale as Bucky’s breathing heaved.

“Fuck you,” was all he uttered before storming out of the apartment.

[afeb]

Chris Evans - Lemonade

1950s farmhand AU - smut

“Y/N, honey, go take Chris some lemonade,”

“Yes Ma,” I picked up the tray on the table, two glasses and a pitcher of cool lemonade, and set out for the barn.

Chris was a farmhand that had been working for my father for nearly three months now. Since the moment he came, he’d been a notorious flirt. Behind turned backs, Chris would wink and run his eyes up and down my body. I’d played coy, rolling my eyes and turning away. But I couldn’t ignore the butterfly’s in my stomach each time he’d look at me with those hungry eyes.

I’d vowed to avoid him, and I’d done so successfully, until now. The blazing heat of the sun shone down on my sticky skin, the summer dress doing little to cool me. The grass had long since died and dried up, crunching under my feet. Chris was attempting to fix an old tractor, my father having left to market this morning.

“Fuck sake,” I heard him swearing as I approached the large open door.

“I brought lemonade,” my shaky voice rang out.

Chris stood from behind the tractor with a lopsided grin. “Thanks doll,” I blushed at the pet name. “Pour me some.”

I set the tray down and poured him a hearty glass. Chris wiped his oily hands on his top, the material riding up his stomach and letting me see the muscles that resided there. He winked as he took the glass from my hands. He gulped it down quickly, some dropping out of the corner of his lips and sliding down his neck. I wondered what it would taste like off of his skin, whether it would be sweeter or saltier.

“Another?” I asked as he passed the glass back to me.

“Yeah,” He watched me closely as I poured another glass. “I like your dress,”

“Thank you,” I blushed as I handed him another full lemonade. “Ma made it for me,”

My breath hitched as his large finger came to gently feel over the curve of my shoulder, fingers toying with the short sleeve and brushing against my skin.

“Soft,” he mused.

“How’s the tractor?” I changed the conversation quickly.

Chris put down the glass and strolled back to the heap of metal. “Wanna come see?”

I walked over, Chris pulling my in front of him. His chest bumped against my back as he leant forward and pointed to the different compartments of the engine. I wasn’t listening, too focused on the way his body slotted with mine.

“You listening, doll?” His lips brushed my ear, speaking huskily.

“Y-Yes,” I said.

“What did I just say?” His hands landed on my hips and squeezed.

“You said - about - it was...” I trailed off, embarrassed I’d been caught.

“You’ve been avoiding me all month,” he accused as he slowly inched me forward, pressing my front against the side of the tractor.

“I haven’t,” I weakly mumbled.

His hands rounded the rest against my stomach. “Don’t lie,”

I jumped as his beard brushed against the skin of my neck, fingers inching my hair away. “I don’t like the way you look at me,” I confessed.

“No?” He mocked. “Why’s that?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

“I do,” he chuckled. His hands pulled me back against him, his cock hardening against my behind. “The way I look at you makes you soaked, doesn’t it?”

I whimpered as his hands inched the skirt of my dress up. “No,”

“What did I say about lying?” A gasp left my lips as his fingers eased into my underwear and felt over the slick that had developed. “See, soaking.”

My smaller hand gripped his forearms tightly, lulling my head back to rest against his shoulder. “Chris,” I whined.

I pressed further against him as the tips of his finger eased around my sensitive bud. “This all for me?” I nodded. “Has anyone ever touched you like me?”

“Never,” I mewled.

“Has anyone ever touched you?” Chris began to ground his hips against me.

“Only m-myself,” I said.

“What a sight that must be,” he cooed. His fingers began to draw tight circles into my clit. “To see you spread out on your bed, fingers fucking your little cunt.”

I gasped at his words. “Chris,”

“What do you think about?” His teeth nipped at my earlobe.

“N-Nothing,”

A small scream left my lips as Chris harshly slapped my pussy, causing my ass to press hard against his crotch. A low groan escaped his lips as he slapped me again.

“Don’t fucking lie,” he growled. “Tell Daddy what you think about.”

“You,” I huffed.

His fingers resumed their lazy speed against me. His other hand travelled up and cupped my breast, finding my nipple beneath the thin fabric of my dress and tightly pinching. I bit down on my lip and screwed my eyes shut.

“Yeah? Think about Daddy filling you up?” I nodded at Chris’ question. “You’re a filthy thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” The coil in my stomach began to tighten, my clit throbbing under the pressure of his finger tips.

“Letting the farmhand make you cum in the barn,” he growled. “What would your father think? Knowing what a little slut his daughter is,”

“Please,” I begged pathetically. “Please Daddy!”

His hand clamped around my breast, surely leaving bruises, as his hips rutted against mine at a faster pace.

“I wanna feel you cum,” Chris said. “I wanna feel how much you drip for me,”

His fingers increased their speed again. “I’m gonna - oh!”

My body slumped against his as my vision blurred. His teeth sank into my neck, hand tightening on my breast and fingers not relenting at all. His hips stuttered against my own and stilled as a deep moan rumbled from his chest. I began to shake in his hold as his fingers lazily dragged over my sensitive, swollen clit.

After a moment his teeth unlatched and tongue soothingly licked over the mark he’d made. “You’re perfect,” he muttered.

I giggled. “You’re amazing,”

I was quickly spun around, Chris smiling down at me. He leant forward and planted a heavy kiss on my lips. My arms looped around his neck as his tongue skimmed against mine.

“Made me cum in my pants like some schoolboy,” Chris joked as he pulled away. “God knows how long I’ll last when I finally get to feel you around me,”

I blushed at his comment. “I should go,”

He pecked my lips. “Meet me back here at midnight,”

I excitedly nodded my head and stepped away and out of the door. I skipped back to the house, turning to see Chris leaning against the doorway and watching me go. I offered a little wave, to which he laughed and shook his head, waving back.

I walked into the kitchen, beaming as I picked up an apple. “What’s got you so happy?” My mother smiled.

“Not a damn thing Ma,” I lied. “Not a damn thing.”

[afeb]

Bucky Barnes - Old Man

“Please let me take you to lunch,” Yori begged.

“Don’t feel like you have to pay me,” I said. “I like cleaning and doing your laundry.”

Yori cocked a brow. “No one likes doing that,”

“Well I guess I’m someone then,” I winked back. Yori simply folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. “Fine, where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, I know a place,” he smiled as he got his coat.

We walked slowly through the busy streets of Brooklyn, Yori holding onto my arm. He casually pointed at shops and told me what used to be there, who lived there and where they went. I longed to sit him down and pick his brains, but his memory was starting to fade so I simply took what I could get.

“Bucky!” My eyes snapped up as Yori exclaimed to a man walking towards us.

An easy smile graced the mans face. “Yori,” his voice was deep and velvety.

“We’re going to lunch, join.” The old man insisted.

Bucky’s eyes nervously flicked over to me. “I don’t wanna intrude,”

Yori waved him off and stepped away from me, walking considerably faster down the sidewalk than he had before. “Come! I’m nearly there!”

We both laughed and looked at each other. “I’m Y/N,” I introduced.

“Bucky,” he smiled back.

Despite the Brooklyn summer heat, he wore a thick leather jacket and gloves. His jeans were black and top navy blue. I was in a white, summery dress and I almost noted aloud how opposite we looked.

Instead, we both hurried after Yuri who was almost out of sight. The restaurant claimed to serve British Cuisine, and I chuckled a little.

“Slice of home,” Yori said to me.

“How very considerate of you,” I smiled.

“I went to the UK once,” Bucky piped up. “My pal married a girl from there.”

“Really?” I said. “What took you to my side of the pond?”

“The war-“ he stopped mid-sentence.

I furrowed my brows, he looked far too young to have taken rank in any war that would take him to the UK. “Afghanistan?” I asked.

Bucky quickly nodded. “Yeah,”

The conversation died as we found a table and sat. Yori looked at both of us with a sly smirk, trying to hide it behind his menu. Bucky and I both glanced at each other.

Suddenly, Yori slammed down his menu. “Whoops, I forgot, I’m meeting with another friend,” he began to get up.

“Wait, what?” Bucky frowned.

“Have fun on your date!” Yori waved as he hurried out the restaurant.

There was a beat of silence as Bucky and I both frowned. “I feel we’ve been set up,” I finally said.

“I feel that too.” Bucky laughed.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m getting fish and chips,”

The conversation flowed easily. Bucky said he was born in Brooklyn and noted how much the area had changed since his youth. I felt as though that was an inside joke I didn’t understand when he said it, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke. He asked what brought me here and the boring answer was work.

“What do you do?” Bucky asked as he pushed some Shepard’s Pie on his plate.

“I’m a Historian,” I smiled. “It isn’t as boring as it sounds.”

Bucky laughed. “I love history actually,”

“Any particular parts?” I leant back in my seat.

Bucky shrugged. “World Wars and onwards,” another inside joke I wasn’t part of.

“I did my thesis on American Impact during the Second World War,” I said.

Bucky leant forward. “And?”

“Steve Rogers alone was enough to help morale in the Europe,” I giggled.

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Really? The guys in Europe hated him. I remember when he-“ Bucky stopped talking.

“You’ve done that a lot,” I said after a moments silence.

“Done what?” He asked.

“Talked like you were there,” I explained. “Like there are all these inside jokes I don’t know.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” His eyes glistened.

“About Brooklyn changing, you in the UK, the World Wars,” I listed off. “Would it be too ridiculous to say you’re 100 years old?” I joked.

“106.”

“What?”

“I’m a 106.” I laughed until I saw the look of his face.

“No you aren’t,” my brain began to connect the dots. “Bucky...Buchanan...you’re James Barnes?”

His eyes cast down as he nodded. “I’ll go,”

Bucky quickly stood. “Wait! Why?” He didn’t reply as he sprinted out of the restaurant.

Without thinking I bolted after him. He was quick, half way down the street. I ran behind him, taking a long moment to catch up. Finally I caught his arm and jerked him back.

“Why are you leaving?” I panted.

“Look, you don’t have to be nice, I know that when people find out who I am they don’t usually wanna talk to me,” he grumbled.

“Are you kidding me?” I gaped. “You’re my dream!”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“You’re a comprehensive, fully functioning 106 year old!” I smiled. “Your memories alone could make a book,”

“You don’t wanna know what goes on in my head,” he darkly warned.

My lips pouted. “Of course I do,”

His eyes cast down to me. “Hey! Hey you two!” We both turned to see a frantic waiter coming towards us. “I’ll call the police if you don’t pay!”

Bucky presented his wallet and took out a wad of cash. “Sorry,” he stiffly smiled.

The waiter huffed and grabbed the cash, walking away. “Please just...” I sighed. “We don’t have to talk about memories, I enjoyed our lunch, I find you interesting,”

“Really?” He seemed taken aback.

“Really.”

His lips pursed as he momentarily closed his eyes. They opened softer than before. “I know this bakery, wanna...grab a coffee?”

I beamed up at him. “I’m paying.”

“Not a chance.”

“Old fashioned I see?” I giggled.

“It’s an old man you see.”