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Guess Who’s Back

I know I’ve been away for a while, but I’m thinking of coming back slowly. I’ve been through a lot over the past couple months and didn't feel like writing, let alone running a blog. I'm amazed at how many people have continued to follow me, even though I’ve been pretty much non existent on here. Thank you all! My mailbox is always open for you!

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do you have a masterlist?

I don't have a masterlist,....mostly because I just don't know how to even make one lol

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Will anything part 2 be out soon? Part 1 was AMAZING

The Anything Series isn't mine. I republished because someone asked me too.

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Are you going to continue the Anything series? I really love it and would love to read more!

The Anything Series isn't mine. I republished it because someone asked me to share it.

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Anything (Part 1)

Summary: Victoria Abbott (reader) gets rescued by the Avengers and they help her adjust to life out of captivity. While learning how to be herself again, she finds that the one person she least expected is the one who shows her how to really live.

Word Count: 2,583

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This will be my first series that I’m publishing! It is not related to Babydoll, but it will be the same format (Bucky x Reader). I hope everyone likes it and be sure to read my first Bucky fic, Babydoll!

V

I crawl to the middle of the mat, coughing up scarlet blood. My abdomen stings with the fire left by the blade, and I can’t catch my breath. Lungs burning and face bloody, I stagger to my feet, but not before my assailant lunges towards me again. He throws a powerful fist at my temple and the world goes black before my body hits the ground.

Gunfire peppers the walls in the corridor, startling me awake. I cry out in pain, slipping off the cot onto the cold, cement floor. My stomach regurgitates the food I assume they fed me through an IV onto the floor, acid burning my dry throat. Suddenly, the fluorescent lights blacken and I’m left alone in the darkness. The blackout brings complete silence, frightening me. I feel under my cot for the knives I’d stolen from a security guard doing his nightly rounds. It cost me a horrible night of unfavorable activities, but anything was worth my safety in an emergency like this. My fingers touch the cool metal and I scramble for the weapons. Heart pounding and fingers trembling, I clutch the slim knives and back up against the wall adjacent to my cot, tensing in anticipation. I hear light footfalls outside my door and close my eyes, tears streaming down my bruised face. This is it, this is the great and terrible end to my misery.

The door flies off it’s hinges into the room with a powerful kick from the intruder and without hesitation, I attack them. Since I have the element of surprise, I slash at the body a few times, unmatched. One of my knives strikes metal and I’m momentarily puzzled, which gives my attacker an opening to react. They somehow find my hands in the dark and grab both of my wrists with one hand, knocking my defense mechanisms to the floor and twisting my arms behind my back in one swift move. I cry out and another hand covers my mouth, shushing me. The hand smells musty and like sandalwood, the calloused fingers a sweaty pressure on my cheeks. I struggle against who I assume is a man, and gasp when I realize the fingers wrapped around my wrists are cool metal. He whispers something Russian in my ear and it’s the last thing I hear before I black out.

I open my eyes to an upside-down world. The blistering night air stings my face and sweat beads down the bridge of my nose. My throbbing head bobs to the cadence of the man walking, holding me bridal-style. Although my mind is fuzzy and my muscles are on fire, I know well and good when I’m being taken against my will, and that sure as hell isn’t happening a second time. In a flash, I maneuver my body to his shoulders and he is thrown on the ground before he can register my attack. I tear the sniper-rifle from its strap on his back, turn off the safety, and aim it at his head. He groans and rolls onto his back, hands up in surrender.

If I wasn’t in a life or death situation, I would be awed by his beauty. His sharp jawline is scruffy and bloodied and his blue eyes are bright in the moonlight. I catch the silver glint of his left arm and linger on it a second too long. I hear more footsteps running towards us and use the butt of the gun to hit the man in front of me. He falls unconscious on the ground, motionless, and I turn to the direction of the sounds.

My heart pounds as I steady my finger over the trigger, ready to defend myself. My throat burning from dehydration and underuse, I say, “Don’t come any closer.”

Whoever it is hears me because I then hear silence again.

You need to be stronger.

“Who are you?”

You need to be faster.

“My name is Steve Rogers. Can I come closer so we can talk?”

You need to be smarter.

“Stay where you are or I’ll put a bullet through your head.” An almost empty threat, seeing as I can barely see this man’s silhouette in the dark of the night. He looks tall and muscular, but so was every person I’d ever fought. His size didn’t intimidate me. His voice didn’t intimidate me. Only the darkness obstructing a clear line of sight frightened me. I don’t waver.

“We aren’t here to hurt you,” the man says.

“That’s what they said when they took me ten years ago. Why should I trust you?” I spit.

He takes a step forward and I tighten my grip on the barrel of the gun. “We just want to help you, Victoria.”

“How do you know my name?” I yell. “Who the hell are you?”

My guard is up and all of my focus is on the man in front of me. The gun is ripped from my hands and tossed aside, firing a shot as it lands. I scream, my heart pounding out of my chest while terror consumes me, as the same man from before traps me in his strong arms. “Тихий, дорогая,” he whispers. “You’re safe now.”

I go limp in his arms, going against my better judgement and trusting him, tears streaming down my face once again as I choke down sobs. He spins me around and pulls me into a hug, burying his face in my neck. I struggle to pull away from the stranger, who just wraps me up tighter, holding me firmly in place.

I hear the whirrs of his metal arm shifting as he moves to pull me impossibly closer. I fist his shirt in my hands, my head buried in the warm crook of his neck and shoulder. I can’t control the sobs that wrack my body and I feel ashamed at showing weakness. But I don’t care. He says I’m safe, and but I don’t believe him. I want to believe him, but I can’t.

“B-” the man from earlier, Steve, says.

The beautiful stranger with the metal arm shakes his head and waves him away, squeezing me tighter and shielding my body with his. I have no idea how long we stand together - seconds, minutes, hours - but the only thing on my mind is how he holds me like I’m glass, like I’m broken. It’s frightening how gently he holds me; I’ve never known any man to be this gentle while touching me and I only want to get away. I can’t let him see me let my guard down.

After what feels like an eternity, the man wraps his flesh arm around my shoulder and grabs my left hand with his metal one. It feels terrifying and new, like nothing I’d ever experienced. He leads me into the woods by the facility to a jet in a clearing. It looks ominous and expensive, the reflective black panels causing light from the moon to bounce off in all different directions. I hear voices in the jet and I tense instinctively. The man squeezes my shoulder reassuringly.

“I know it seems terrifying now,” he says in a low, scratchy voice. “But you’re with us now. You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll keep you safe.”

My heart thumps painfully hard. I won’t be giving in that easily. “Who are you?”

The corners of his lips quirk up slightly. “I’m Bucky.”

With that, he leads me into the jet and six pairs of eyes are on me instantly. My skin crawls as I avoid the gazes of all of them, unsure what to say. A woman clad in a black jumpsuit with beautiful red hair steps forward, extending her hand. “I’m Natasha.”

I can tell by her accent that she’s Russian. I try to not shiver when I shake her hand, my fingers trembling as I touch her skin.

A blonde man dressed in a black suit with a star on it steps forward, extending his hand with a slight smirk. “I’m Steve. We’ve already met.”

My hand shakes as I hesitantly take his in mine. “I thought I was being taken again,” I mumble quietly, weakly.

No one moves.

Bucky clears his throat and I examine my bare, scratched-up feet. “Is there any water on here? Or food?” At this, my stomach growls loudly. My cheeks redden in shame. Steve, Natasha, and another man laugh at the sound. Bucky and another woman remain silent, glancing at each other.

Natasha shows me to a compartment with MRIs and I grab the first one she hands me incredulously. She smiles and hands me a fork. I try to eat at a reasonable pace and struggle to remember the last time I ate, failing at both. Bucky watches me with creased brows and a slight frown, making me self-conscious. I hiccup and wipe my mouth with my hand, accepting the water Natasha brings me. I chug the liquid down, internally thrilling at the cool sensation sliding down my throat as I swallow.

A man who I didn’t see before pokes his head out of the pilot’s cockpit and announces that we’re taking off. I give my trash to Bucky, who smiles gently at me and hands me a black zip-up hoodie. The air in the jet is cooler than I’m accustomed to, but I hadn’t noticed because of my fixation on the food and water. I pull the hoodie on and shiver, breathing in the smell of fresh laundry. My eyes water again and I wipe away the tears discreetly. It has been so long since I’ve worn clean clothes and to smell them is heaven. I don’t plan on falling asleep, but I can’t fight the fatigue that washes over my body and let unconsciousness overcome me.

J

Victoria mumbles something in her sleep, shifting slightly in my lap. I massage her scalp with the fingers on my flesh hand; when she sighs, I can’t help but smile. Looking at her pains me: her face is littered with cuts, bruises, and blood; her lips are cut; her hair was thrown in a messy, greasy ponytail with tendrils falling out, but she removed the band and her hair now falls freely; her skin is ghastly pale from lack of sunlight and proper nutrients; her fingernails are bitten low and caked with dirt and dried blood; her whole body is toned but extremely skinny. My heart clenches as I think about what she had to go through to get like this. Sam sits across from me, watching silently. I ignore him and focus on the small girl resting in my lap, thinking of ways to rain endless hell on her torturers.

“Barnes,” Sam says. I look up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to make sure she feels safe. Do you have a problem with that?”

Sam throws his hands up. “Hey, man, I was just asking. We just found her and you haven’t let go of her yet. It’s freaking me out.”

I shrug. “I can’t stop thinking about that base. It was exactly like Siberia, and she was trapped there for most of her life, probably. Just training and killing.”

Sam smiles sadly. “She’s gonna be alright, man. We got her out.”

That’s the thing. She won’t be alright. The nightmares never stop.

I just nod, knowing there’s no way he could ever understand what it’s like to lose control of yourself and not know how to get it back. I glance to my left at Steve, who’s looking at Victoria’s head in my lap. He frowns and we meet eyes.

“What are we going to do?” He asks. “Is she like you?”

Twisting a lock of hair around my finger, I shake my head. “No. She’s nothing like me.”

V

My whole body aches. I wrench my eyelids open, exhausting any energy I have with the simple task, and blink to get rid of the fuzzy spots obstructing my vision. I bring my hand to my face, brushing hair out of the way, and notice the heart rate monitor on my index finger. I freeze and glance around the room: clean, white sheets on my small bed; bright lights from the overhead fluorescents; a wide, wall-length window to my right a barrier for the snow storm outside; a bedside table with a button labeled “Press when you wake if no one is there.”

After a few seconds of speculation I press the button.

Almost instantaneously, three men crash through the doorway, startling me. I jump and cry out when I feel a slight ripping sensation from my side. The men crowd my bed, all bulk and muscle and moving mouths. It overwhelms me and I throw my head against a pillow, motioning for them to stop. I clench my teeth and breathe in sharply, focusing on the dark-haired, blue-eyed man to my left. Bucky. I recognize the blonde, Steve, at the foot of my bed. The three men smile at me and I sigh, the heart monitor beeping incessantly.

“Welcome back, Victoria,” the man to my right says. He looks less intimidating than the other two with his shock of messy hair and thick-rimmed glasses. He has on a lab coat and a nametag that reads “Dr. Banner.”

“Where am I?” I question groggily. I’m shocked at how raw my voice sounds. “How long have I been here?”

Dr. Banner scratches his neck. “You’re at the Avengers’ compound’s medical bay. You’ve been in an induced coma for two weeks.”

My heartbeat jumps. “Two weeks? Why was I out for so long?”

He smiles gently and adjusts his glasses. “When we found you in Nairobi, you were severely malnourished and dehydrated. You also had several severe, untreated wounds: three broken ribs, a ruptured appendix, a sprained wrist, and a punctured lung. If we wouldn’t have found you when we did, you would have died within twenty four hours. We took you into surgery as soon as you arrived and it took six and a half hours to set your bones, fix your lung, and remove your appendix. You’d experienced too much trauma, so we decided to induce your coma so you could rest and heal with no problems.”

My brain feels muddled as I try to say something. “Oh.”

Bucky breathes out a laugh. “You’re healing now. Sleep. You deserve it.”

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” Steve says. He hands me a small box with what looks like an interactive screen. He touches the surface and it lights up, much to my surprise. I still don’t trust these men, but I act civil to gain their trust. I’m not sure what it is, so I listen carefully to Steve’s advice on how to use the “phone.” I remember my home phone from my childhood and it looked nothing like the one he holds in his hand, but I don’t say anything. I’m not surprised the world improved their technology while I was trapped. Progress doesn’t halt for one person.

Steve and Dr. Banner exit, leaving me alone with Bucky. I look up at him and he smiles. “Tired?”

I nod my head, my eyelids weighing a hundred pounds, begging me to sleep. Bucky walks to the door and flicks off the light. He returns to my bedside and kisses me on the forehead softly. “Rest. I’ll check on you in a couple hours.” I’m asleep before he closes the door.

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Babydoll

Summary: Annabelle Shaw (reader) trains at the Avengers compound. While remembering her troubled past, she injures herself and recieves help from the last person she expected.

Word Count: 2,246

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! So this is my first story on here, so bear with me! I am open to requests, so if anyone ever wants to request fics, feel free to message me! Thanks for reading!

Sunlight seeps through the curtains, filling the dark room with golden hues. My eyes open slowly, a low groan emanating from my throat as I roll over in the plush bed. I throw the sheets over my head, exhaling deeply as I settle back in contently.

“Good morning, Miss Shaw,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. croons. “It is six a.m. and Captain Rogers is awaiting your training session in the sparring room.”

“Ugh,” I drawl. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., tell Steve I’m not training today because I’m exhausted from the mission last night,” I mumble sleepily. “Goddamn old men and their early mornings.”

“As you wish.”

“Oh, and F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“Yes, Miss?”

I smile and say, “Close the curtains and don’t wake me up unless it’s an emergency.”

“Of course, Miss Shaw.”

Just as my eyes flutter shut, a hand bangs on the door in quick succession. “Annabelle! Rise and shine!” Steve yells.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., keep him out.”

“Yes, Miss Shaw.”

I turn over and sigh happily, knowing F.R.I.D.A.Y. would never go against my wishes. Steve continues to pound against the door, yelling about our training session, but I stay completely silent. I hear the AI say something to Steve, probably telling him I’ve restricted all contact with me to emergencies only. The incessant knocking stops and I’m finally at peace.

“Miss Shaw,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. says, confused, “I’m afraid Captain Rogers is overriding my security protocol. He will have access to you in approximately twenty seconds.”

With that, my eyes fly open and I begin to panic. “Shit,” I chant. Rushing around the room, I shuck off my pajamas and throw on a sports bra, tank top and capri spandex bottoms, knowing Steve will drag me out in whatever I’m in, regardless of how I look. Just as I’m throwing my hair into a high ponytail, the door whisks open and Steve barges in, a creased brow and shit-eating grin on his face.

“Annabelle, I told you what would happen if you did this again,” he boomed, advancing quickly.

My heart leaps to my throat. “Steve, I’m so tired from last night, please don’t do th-”

I’m cut off as the super-soldier tosses me over his shoulder, laughing gleefully as I yelp in surprise. “Too little too late, Shaw.”

His grip is completely constricting, forcing my hand. I plant a hard slap on his right butt cheek, which surprises him, causing him to squeal “shit!” and his hands to slightly falter. I take the opportunity to slip away and sprint down the hallway of the Avenger’s compound, heart pounding. He pursues me with heavy footfalls that resonate throughout the otherwise silent building, shouting empty threats at me while laughing.

I spin around and throw up the middle finger, chortling, only to slam into a solid, warm surface.

I topple over and slam into the floor, taking the body with me. We groan in unison and a flash of silver catches my eye. I stiffen and shoot up in panic. “Sorry, I didn’t see you th-”

He cuts you off with a growl, standing up slowly. “Watch where you’re going next time.” Bucky stalks away quietly, seething.

I turn to Steve and he laughs nervously, leading me to the sparring room.

After a long day of training, I fall onto my bed, completely wore down. Steve, ever so merciless and in excellent shape, always expected me to keep up with him when we trained together, which seemed like a stretch. When we sparred, I could knock him down and keep him down easily, but when it came to physical endurance and strength training, it seemed like the super-soldier enjoyed pushing me past my breaking point every day. Every session introduced a new form of torture that reigned hell on my body, and every night prolonged my misery with every single movement.

We frequently came across the others training for missions, but had never once seen Bucky in the training rooms. I didn’t know if that was because he didn’t need training, or if he just didn’t care enough to make an effort, but it annoyed the hell out of me every day because of how effortless he made missions seem. There I always was, busting my ass, and he would simply throw people into walls with his metal arm with what seemed like little to no effort. It infuriated me.

There is a mission tonight that Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Wanda had to go on, leaving me, Bucky, and Tony at the compound. After the falling out of the Avengers about a year and a half ago, the Sokovia Accords had been abolished, leaving the group to have free reign with the supervision of the World Security Council. Amnesty was granted to Steve, Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Scott, so they returned to the States. Tony, having realized what a dick he had been, formally apologized to everyone for his behavior and overall jackassery during their “civil war.” Since then, everything has been running smoothly, with most of the team back at the compound. Clint and Scott returned to their families, T’Challa remained in Wakanda to serve his duty as both king and Black Panther warrior, Banner’s been MIA since the battle for Sokovia, and Tony spends most of his time in New York and Queens to keep an eye on the new kid, Peter, and help Rhodey adjust to life. I’d never met the Spider-Man himself, but from what Sam and Steve’s told me, he seems like an overzealous teenager who’s eager to please, like I was.

I head to the gym, F.R.I.D.A.Y. playing my workout playlist through the PA system. I twirl a knife in my hand, slightly dancing to the rhythm while walking down the corridor. Once I reach the gym, I ditch my knife on a table in exchange for tape and head for a punching bag, carefully wrapping my knuckles as I go. Clenching my fist, I roll my neck to loosen up before striking the sand-filled bag. I smile, savoring the sweet sting from the punch, and throw three more in quick succession. After I’m warmed up, I begin to throw punches and kicks like Steve taught me, exerting all of the strength I could muster.

Startling awake, I gasp for breath, fighting against the restraints. The metal table is cold beneath me, save for the small pools of blood that seeped through the fabric of my shirt. I glance down at my exposed midriff, crying out at the pain of the gunshot wounds. I scream in agony, concentrating on the lodged bullets, and pull the fragments out. This is what they want. They want to see you break, to unleash your power, and you finally did. As soon as the bullets land on the floor, a team of doctors rush in, grinning like they’d won the lottery. I scream, light bulbs shattering above and the table shaking with every breath I take.

“Yes,” they say, one amorphous, sinister voice. “Now we can begin.”

I lose track of how long I spend at the bag, so when I see blood seeping through the white tape encasing my tender knuckles, I slow to a stop. My tank top is completely soaked through, so I discard it on the floor, leaving me in my sports bra and yoga capris. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., stop the music please.” I carefully unwrap my hands, wincing at the agonizing burn of split knuckles. I walk to the table and grab a knife to sever the cage of white engulfing my scarlet fingers. Once the tape is gone and my knuckles can bleed freely, I sit against a wall, clutching my head in my hands, struggling to control the erratic heaves of my chest.

Breathe.

A noise from the door startles me out of my stupor and my guard is up immediately. Without looking, I stand and hurl the knife to the frame of the door, the glinting metal striking its mark inches from the intruder’s head.

“Shit,” Bucky breathes. “It’s just me.”

Exhaling shakily, I shake my head and scoff. “What, need to train?”

“Uh, yeah,” he says, stepping into the room. He glances around curiously, as if experiencing it for the first time. I scoff again, concluding that this actually is his first time here. Bucky isn’t one to initiate conversation, and neither am I, so I put him out of my mind as I grab a towel to wipe my hands. Biting my lip to conceal my pain from my metal-armed spectator, I gently dab my knuckles, blood soaking into the towel quickly. The whimper I mistakenly let out results in Bucky coming over to me in a flash, slowly circling his fingers, flesh and metal, around my wrists. I avoid his eyes shamefully, frowning. What is he doing?

“Come with me,” he says. He grazes his metal fingers up my arm and down my back in one swift motion, goosebumps raising in their wake. My breathing falters for a second, barely a hitch, but he notices. He hides his grin by pretending to scratch his scruff-covered jaw. I try not to stare when Bucky runs his fingers through his hair, holding back his smile. He splays his cool fingers on the small of my back, gently leading me out of the gym.

The only thing I can concentrate on is his hand on my skin. The smooth and cool surface of the metal tingles on the sweaty, exposed surface. While he’s touching me, my body is suddenly hyperaware of every move he makes, so I can feel when he adjusts his arm slightly to curl his fingers around my waist nonchalantly. I try not to gasp when he tugs me into his room and slams the door behind him.

“Bucky, what-”

He shakes his head and smiles softly. “I just want to help clean you up,” he says quietly. My heart practically slams out of my chest as he takes in my shocked expression and grins boyishly, dimples forming in his cheeks. “C’mon B.”

“B?” I question. He takes me to his en-suite and lifts me onto the vanity, which makes me squeak in surprise. Who the hell is this guy?

He smiles, and again I’m transported to another place. I’ve never seen him smile so often and so freely. It’s confusing. “Just thought I’d try it out. Everyone calls you a cute nickname, and I thought I would try out B.”

Bucky digs around a drawer, fishing out antibacterial cream, gauze, and medical tape. His hair falls into his face as he washes my knuckles with warm water and soap tenderly. I study him: his sharp, strong jawline; his strong cheekbones; his long lashes lightly dusting his cheeks when he blinks; the soft curve of his plump lips and how he bites the lower one in concentration; his broad shoulders and bulging biceps straining against his plain black shirt; his everything.

“Why B? What does it stand for? Bells?”

He pauses, holding my cut hands. Blush dusts his cheeks and he looks up at me with the same heart-stopping, boyish grin he gave me earlier. “No.”

I crease my eyebrows. “What then?”

“Babydoll.”

My heart hammers in my chest. What? He places my hands in my lap, stepping between my parted legs. “Bucky, what-”

“Shh, just let me, let me try something.” He leans in closer, firmly gripping my hips, pulling me closer to him. I squeak in surprise, my whole body burning with an emotion I can’t decipher. We are so close, closer than I’ve been with anyone in a while. I feel like I can’t breathe, but in the best possible way, when he leans in, brushing his lips against mine. I gasp and he sucks in a breath through his nose. Everything is tingling and nothing feels real, but the warm pressure of his hands on my hips reminds me that this is reality. Bucky pulls me impossibly closer, fully pressing his lips against mine. I sigh, my heart pounding with excitement, and bring him closer to me by holding his face in my shaking hands. I can feel the pulse on his neck, whimpering when it’s as fast and hard as mine. He groans and deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth, much to my surprise. He feels and tastes amazing, like the peppermint gum he always chews. His body is solid and warm between my parted thighs, and my mind is buzzing.

Time ceases to exist when his lips are on mine, and everything feels like a dream. After what feels like a blissful eternity yet only a second, I reluctantly break the connection, breathing hard and fast like the beautiful man in front of me. He lays his forehead on mine, struggling to catch his breath. I laugh nervously and lace our fingers together, leaning against the wall behind me.

“What was that?” I ask breathlessly. He grins.

“Can’t stop thinking about those lips,” he tells me. I blush scarlet, which makes him laugh. He finishes bandaging my hands and I feel helpless against the assault of light kisses he gives each knuckle once it’s cleaned and wrapped.

Once he’s finished, he pulls me off the counter and leads me back to the gym. I stare at him, still giddy, and ask, “What are we doing?”

He grabs a handful of knives off of the table and turns to you, grinning. “I want you to teach me how to throw knives.”

I blanch. “Are you kidding me? You don’t know how to throw a knife?”

He shrugs. “I do. I just want you to teach me how you throw knives. I see you playing with one all the time.”

My eyes widen in shock and yet again, I blush. “You watch me?”

His metal arm glints in the sun as he scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Um, yeah. For a while now.”

I can’t hide the smile that lights up my face; much to my displeasure, I also can’t hide the girly giggle that escapes. “What else do you think about?”

He drops the knives and rushes to me, grabbing me by the thighs and hoisting me up. I squeal, which seems to be a recurring, annoying sound I make, and wrap my arms around his neck. He traces my lips with a finger, looks up at me with a soft smile and bright eyes before saying, “Trust me, babydoll, this is only the beginning.”

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TO MY FOLLOWERS

I just wanted to let you all know that I have started school again so I won’t have as much time to write and post. I will try to do at least one post a week and answer any request. Please send me ideas! I would love to respond and write for all of you!

PS enjoy this gif of Sebastian Stan expressing how I feel after only being in school one week.

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The Prank Wars

Platonic James Barnes x Reader Warnings: swearing (what’s new there)

The countdown had begun. Time seemed to slow, as the pressure was beginning to feel utterly soul crushing. The anxiety, always lying under the surface. No one was to be trusted, no friend, no colleague, no pleasant stranger on the street. It drove everyone slightly mad, although everyone tried to deny it.

The Avengers Prank Wars had started.

In the beginning, the pranks had been harmless and only played between a few, mainly Clint and Natasha trying to outdo each other. When Stark heard about this, he wasn’t about to let everyone have fun without him. He enlisted the help of Bruce, seeing as how two scientific minds would be better equipped to take on two skillful assassins. Once everyone started to move into the tower, it wasn’t long before it expanded into a whole week, and then a whole month, starting on the 1st of March, and concluding on the 1st of April, of pranks. Everyone started out small, short sheeting beds, making the water run cold in the middle of the shower, or blasting show tunes in the dead of night. Whoever pulled the biggest prank at the end of the month was the winner, and also got a small trophy that Stark had made when he won the second year.

You were among the newer members of the team, coming into the tower not long after James “Bucky” Barnes aka the Winter Soldier had come into the group. The two of you couldn’t have been more different. Where he was quiet and reserved, you were extroverted and energetic. Where his fighting skills were brutal and harsh, you seemed to dance and weave your way through throngs of enemies without breaking a sweat. In short, the two of you were water and fire. Two opposites that should never have had anything in common, nor wanted to have anything in common.

Yet to everyone’s utter disbelief, you two were best friends, nearly inseparable and twice as deadly together than you would be apart. When you heard about the prank wars, your mind immediately starting running rampant with ideas.

Natasha, who was the one that gave you the heads up. Bucky, who had been drinking his morning coffee in the kitchen and listening, smirked behind his cup. He knew once you had a challenge, nothing could stop you from accepting and winning.

“Is it a bit late for dessert?” Bucky questioned, walking into the dimly lit kitchen. The clock read 2AM, and while everyone was already in their rooms asleep you were up and in the kitchen. He had gotten up to get a glass of water only to find you making a mess in the kitchen.

“Two things: 1. There is no such thing as too late for dessert. 2. This is not any dessert you would want.” You looked up to Bucky, who was leaned against the wall smirking at you. He was dressed lazily, seeing as it was late, in a pair of grey sweats and a black hoodie.

He made his way over to you and sat up on the counter where you were working. “Aren’t these Sam’s?” He asked as he picked up a box labeled specifically, SAM’S COOKIES. DO NOT TOUCH!

“No they are obviously Tony’s. Yes of course they’re Sam’s,” you said with a thick layer of sarcasm. You had painstakingly spent the last hour scrapping the frosting out of all of the cookies in the package. Now you were in the process of filling them with toothpaste. Sam was going to flip, but it was still only a small prank, seeing it was only week two of the month long war. He was your unlucky victim of the week.

“You know bird-boy’s gonna have a heart attack right?” he asked, picking up on of the cookies that you had already finished. He had to admit, you did a hell of a job in making them look nearly identical to the normal ones.

“Well don’t just sit there, help me,” you huffed and tossed another tube of toothpaste on his lap.

He set down the one that he was examining and picked up two halves of another. You two began working simultaneously, without even speaking. Eventually you worked out a system, he frosted, and you cleaned them up. It worked because he was faster, but couldn’t make it look perfect on just one pass. You were the perfectionist so that’s what you did.

A half hour later, you were done and very proud of your work. You had a devious smile on your face, knowing this wasn’t even the worst thing you had planned for Sam.

“So does being your best friend and helping you with this excuse me from your prank wrath?” he asked without even an undertone of actual concern.

“Oh James, don’t think that’s an excuse not to prank you,” you replied slyly. You knew that you weren’t actual going to prank him, but you couldn’t tell him that. He laughed but you looked at him seriously, his laughter slowly dying out and his face changing to a more worried expression. “Wait, you’re not serious right?” he nervously chuckled.

You let you hand drag across his shoulders as you walked away. “Goodnight James, clean up for me yeah?”

“What?” he asked talking a step towards you. You turned around just before heading down the hallway.

“Please clean up the kitchen. Also when was the last time you showered?” “Yesterday morning. Why?” His brow came together confused at your seemingly random question.

“Don’t use the shampoo. Goodnight James.” You said happily and made your way back to your room. You hadn’t actually done anything to him, but you figured you if you made him think you did, the kitchen would be spotless in the morning.

The prank wars had just begun and you intended on being victorious this year, no matter what it took to win the trophy.

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‘’Why is she wearing my hoodie?’’

A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to?  Warnings: Fluff overload Word count: 3745

It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.

You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.

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So, as you can see from what I said in the photo, I spent multiple hours[6] today reading fanfiction (if I’m to be completely honest they were usually either smutty or pregnancy fics with Bucky x reader) instead of studying for a test I have tomorrow 😂👍🏼 I’ve accepted my fate. I’d like to thank a handful of the amazing writers of fics I read today, I thoroughly enjoyed them. @beautiful-aravis-fics @gaybybirth @themanwiththemetalarm @avasparks @all-things-james-barnes @lenavonschweetz @imaginesebastian @buckybarnesstar @this-ginger-has-no-soul

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I'm Glad You’re Home

Here’s an request done for  @should-have-kissed-you-longer 

Based on the picture that was sent to me. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: slight smut, but mostly fluff

Bits and pieces of clothing were thrown aimlessly on the ground. Mission attire and casual clothing were mixed together. They led a path straight to the bed where you and were boyfriend had just finished celebrated his coming home. The ragged breaths of the both of you filled the room as both of you were coming down from your highs.

“I hate it when you leave, but when you come home it’s so worth it,” you chuckled breathlessly.

“Someone missed me,” Bucky replied, a smug smiled evident on his lips.

“Shut up. Your lips and what’s between those legs of yours said you missed me too,” you quipped back at him. There would no doubt be marks on your hips and neck in the morning. You had left your fair amount on him as well though.

You did miss him, every single time he would go on a mission without you, you worried and missed him. It wasn’t that he couldn’t take care of himself, it was just that you didn’t want him to get hurt if you weren’t there to help him. He had been gone too long this time, almost three weeks. Apparently going under cover was more than a couple days job. Each time he came home the sex was the best part. No matter how tired he was, his only thing on his mind was you. He had to have you and show him how much you meant to him.

He missed you because the way you made him feel so human. He thought that after everything that he had been through and everything that had occurred because of him, he would be numb to the world. He wanted to feel nothing. You though, you made him want to feel everything this world could offer. Your kisses were never enough, he always wanted to feel them beneath his own and on his body. He loved the way your hands on him, especially the way you left your marks on him when you got excited. To him, it meant he was doing his job well.

You were the same way. You missed the way his lips felt on your body, as if he was trying to kiss every single inch of you, which you didn’t mind at all. You encouraged it when he got to your favorite places. You missed the way his hands roamed over your every curve, like he was a blind man in an attempt to memorize the feeling of you. The cool of his metal arm and the heat of your body was like fire and ice.  You missed the way he felt when he was with you, in a way that you had never experienced with anyone else.

You felt his get up from the bed and rolled over, using the sheet you cover you up. “Going somewhere?” you asked with a devilish smirk.

“Just gonna wash up real quick,” he said as he pulled on a pair of boxers from the nightstand. He went into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open behind him. You heard the water in the sink begin to run, knowing his routine already. You leaned over to grab your discarded panties and then grabbed one of his tank tops from the closet. Since you were up already you just grabbed the rest of the clothes and threw then in the hamper. As you crawled back into bed you heard the light switch off in the bathroom, leaving you in almost complete darkness, with the exception of the muted city lights coming through the class wall you had. Living in the Avengers Tower did have its perks.

You saw his outline as he flopped back onto the bed, his back facing you. You smiled laid behind him, he knew you liked being the big spoon, even though he denied the fact that he like being cuddled. It made him feel small, despite the fact that you were a good foot shorter than him. You wrapped one arm around him, and then threw one of your legs around him. Your hair was sprawled around you in a mess, but you didn’t even care to put it in a bun.

“You awake James?” you asked.

“Hmmm?” he mumbled, he was already falling asleep. It wasn’t a  surprise. In the morning, he would wake up and tell you all about the mission. For now, he just wanted you to hold him, to make sure that you were there.

“I’m glad you’re home,” you said with a smile, before cuddling even closer and falling asleep.

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"You look like a human burrito."

Prompt: Which one hogs the blanket? Bucky x Reader Warnings: fluff, implied smut

“You look like a human burrito,” you called out from the doorway to the living room. It was movie night in the avenger’s tower and everyone would slowly begin to wander in within the next few minutes. The tower was ice cold because the heating had gone out, and the freak snow storm sent a chill throughout the entire place.

“Don’t care. Too cold,” Bucky grumbled unhappily under a mountain of blankets. He was laid out taking up a whole couch and you knew the other teammates would not be happy. He had taken up the good couch to the right, furthest from the kitchen so he wouldn’t have to get up. It also had the best view of the television.

“What’s with the mountain of fluff on the good couch?” Sam called out walking in and taking his seat.

“Bucky has gone full burrito in an effort to stay warm during the storm,” you explained walking over to sit on the floor next to the couch.

“The Winter Soldier is cold. That just doesn’t seem right,” Sam said before getting up to make a snack.

“Shut up Wilson,” Bucky mumbled.

“Hogging the blankets again Buck?” Steve asked walking in, closely followed by most of the team. Everyone took their seats, and a few minutes later Tony walked in, late as usual.

“Where’s Barnes?” he asked.

Everyone nodded towards the pile of blankets. “He’s cold,” you explained. “Unlike everyone else who just dresses warm, he decided to steal all the blankets in the tower.

“The heating should be fixed in the morning, until then just stay warm,” Tony said.

After a few minutes of bickering, the team finally settled on a movie. As it began to play, you felt Bucky’s arm wiggle out of the blanket and touch your shoulder. You turned you head up to see his head just above the blankets.

“Come here,” he whispered. He opened up the blanket just enough to allow your body to slip in.

“Hey, hey, hands where I can see them kids,” Tony jeered at you guys.

“You’re one to talk Stark,” you replied sarcastically.

Bucky wrapped his arms around, and you felt his warm body and the contrast of his cool arm. With the weather and the broken heating, it was no wonder he felt cold with the huge chunk of metal attached to him. You pulled him closer to you, his warm breathe tickling your neck. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t have to.

You were perfectly content laying with him, keeping each other warm. The movie began to draw to a close before Bucky spoke.

“I think I have a better way of keeping warm tonight,” he whispered, sending shivers down your back.

“James,” you said sternly.

“I didn’t hear a no,” he replied, his voice full of lust.

“Can you contain yourself for ten minutes,” you replied through gritted teeth as he kissed your neck softly.

“Fine but you owe me,” he said breathlessly.

“You have no idea what’s coming to you Serge.”

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Trapped

Everything went wrong. The plan that had been discussed fell to pieces the moment you had arrived. The enemy intel that you had been given had been incorrect. To top it off, you were trapped in the rubble of a building, with the one person you hated the most. James. Buchannan. Barnes.

“Load up team!” Steve announced. You had just shrugged over your mission jacket, the last part of what you liked to call your very own ‘super suit.’ While the rest of the team had their own style, you liked your combat boots, black cargo pants, and your favorite black jacket. You had it specially made to fit you perfectly and added lots of spaces to hide knives and guns inside. Some of the team had laughed at your outfit the first time, asking where all the weapons were, until you pulled out two guns, eight knives, two daggers, a lighter, and four mini explosive devices.

“Shotgun!” you called as you walked to the jet.

“No fair! You always get to ride shotgun!” Clint complained loudly as he followed behind you.

“Gotta be quicker next time old man,” you sniggered as you took your seat up front.

“You only get it ‘cause the Captain likes you best,” Clint huffed.

“Perks of having Rogers as your best friend,” you said with a grin.

You turned the seat around, and sunk down in the seat to play on your phone while everyone else began to board. You were too occupied with beating your current high score on Candy Crush, that you jumped when someone tried to turn your seat. The sudden movement caused you to move the wrong piece, screwing up your chances of beating your high score.

“What the hell!” you yelled at the person who turned you. You found yourself making a disgusted face at none other than James Barnes.

“Why are you here?” he said obviously irritated at you already. He was dressed for the mission, black mission suit, combat boots, a gun at his hip, and probably several knives stashed in his pockets. His hair was combed back, because he had finally cut the hobo mop of hair he had on his head off. Although it was still a bit long, you could still make fun of it. When he had cut it you had said, “Oh great, at least you’ll see yourself being stupid next time.”

“Why do you think genius? I’m going on the mission, duh,” you responded, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull.

“You’re in my seat,” he grumbled, rolling his head around like it was obvious that you were taking up his precious seat.

“Called shotgun, get in the back with the rest of the team,” you replied coldly, turning back around to play your game again. He huffed but you heard him reluctantly move to take a seat in the back. A moment later, Steve came and took his seat in the pilot’s chair.

“You know if you guys actually talked, you probably wouldn’t hate each other,” he said quietly as he began to switch on the controls.

“If we talked, I’d accidently murder him because he would piss me off,” you responded and you went through the preflight checklist with Steve.

“I’m just saying, you both have more in common than you realize,” Steve said, and he turned on the engines. You didn’t respond, thinking that the day you and James Barnes would ever have anything in common, was the day the world would end. Nothing could ever make you want anything to do with him. Ever.

You landed on the ground an couple hours later. The cover of night shielded you all as you came towards the main building. You could hear the sounds of guards in the distance, making their rounds around the compound. Natasha had gone ahead of the group and was doing her job of securing an entrance in the compound. As you pulled around to the meeting point, the back door swung open. A man fell over and out from the inside, but Natasha stood just inside rechecking her gadgets.

“Thanks Romanoff,” Steve said as he walked in.

“Child’s play Rogers,” she smirked and followed behind him.

You were about to head inside, until Barnes shoved past you to get inside first. “Asshole,” you hissed. He just glared back at you before continuing inside. You were mentally plotting a way to put Nair in his shampoo when you got back as you moved forward and proceeded to follow the rest of the group.

As you went up the stairs, everything was quiet, and it made you uneasy. For something so heavily protected on the outside, the inside seemed to empty. You made it to the sixth and final floor before everything went wrong. As the last of you entered the room, the door slammed closed an locked behind you. The door across opened and dozens of armed soldiers started to flood in. Each of you immediantly jumped into action.

You dove behind a desk and started firing at the neverending stream of enemy agents. Once you ran out of ammo, you moved to gain a better position to fight hand to hand combat and not get overwhelmed. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t see one coming behind you. They grabbed you and even though you spun around to get away they managed to catch you and fling you into another teamate nearby.

You landed on top of them with a thud. Just my luck, you thought. You had landed on top of James Barnes and were painfully aware of how close your faces were to each other. “Are you okay?” he asked, he voiced filled with something that you could only describe as actual concern.

“Fine,” you said as you rolled off, trying to avoid gettting knocked down again. He moved away, but beyond that, you didn’t pay attention or even care what he was doing. You were doing the best you could fighting off as best you could while the others did the same.

“Get down!” you heard Clint yell. You turned to see one of the assailants had thrown a bomb of some sort and it was heading right towards you.

Bucky saw it in slow motion. Everyone dove for cover except you. You seemed frozen on the spot, and Bucky wanted to scream at you to take cover but he couldn’t. He knew if you didn’t move right that second, you were as good as dead.

“Fuck,” he swore, before leaping out to cover you. The device detonated as his body collided into yours, shielding you from the blast. The floor gave way, and you felt yourself falling, and then nothing but darkness.

Pain, the first thing you felt was searing pain in your leg. You groaned, as you tried to open your eyes. Everything was dark, and the air was full of dust and dirt. You started coughing but each movement only brought flashes of pain into your leg.

You bit you lip in pain as you tried to move around enough to get the light from your jacket pocket. By this point, hot tears mixed in with the sweat on your face. You held back each whimper the best you could until you were finally able to get your light. You turned it on, and found yourself in a nightmare. You were tapped underground, in the rubble of the building.

You heard movement from the beside you and turned slowly to ease the amount of pain you felt, to find James Barnes groaning as he pulled himself up on his hands and knees. You were almost releaved to find that you weren’t alone done here. Almost. Almost because it was James Barnes.

You turned away to take in your surroudings. You managed to get trapped in a small pocket of the rubble. It was only a few feet around. Just enough for the two of you to move around.

“Barnes,” you whispered. Your voice sounded weak, and cracked. “James,” you said a little lounder this time, saying it through gritted teeth. You shined the light in his direction, and he turned towards you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fuck no,” you growled, the pain in your leg growing as your senses came back to you. You shined the light down at your leg, and the blood drained from your face. You had a piece of metal going straight through your thigh. You started to panic, shock coming onto you.

“Ja…Ja.. James…James…I ugh…I think…I’m going into sh…sh…shock,” you stuttered out. He crawled over to you, trying his best not move you.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me okay. Look at me,” he said, his voice somehow even. You turned to look at him, his face ghostly in the dim light.

“You’re going to be okay. You hear me, you’re going to be okay.” You nodded, feeling scared and in pain.

He looked down at your wound, which you could feel oozing blood. At least the metal stayed in your leg. You might not lose it. He pressed gently around, casuing you to hiss and groan at his prodding. He pulled off his jacket and then ripped sleeves off of his shirt. He ripped a whole in the jacket, big enough to put around the metal.

“This is going to hurt,” he said softly. You knew what was going to happen so you brought your jacket sleeve to your mouth and bit down. You nodded, your breathing already starting to pick up in preparation for the pain your were about to feel. You shut your eyes and screamed. They were muffled as he tightend the straps of clothe around your leg. You screamed, and cursed and felt like you were going to pass out. Your heart was beating out of control.

“There done,” he said and pulled his hands away quickly. You kept your jacket in your mouth as you slowly called back down. You finally calmed down enough to let go. You looked at James, who was watching you with concern.

“Thanks,” you said raggedly.

He half smiled, “I think that’s the first time you’ve actually thanked me.”

“I almost wish I wasn’t thanking you for wrapping up my metal impaled leg,” you said through the pain you felt. The blood loss was making you nice to him. You shivered, realizing how cold it was becoming in the rubble. The concrete was sucking all the heat from you both.

“You need to stay warm,” James said. He moved closer to you, laying beside you to keep you somewhat warm. You rolled your eyes and moved up to lay on him. He stiffened, but then let his flesh arm wrap around you, holding you, sharing the small amount of body heat you had.

“Don’t get any ideas,” you muttered, relishing in his warmth. You never realized how warm he was. He was practically a human space heater. You turned off the light, saving it in case you heard anyone coming for you both.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know I’m the last person you would want here.”

“You are, but you’re a human heater so I’m glad you’re here,” you replied.

He stayed quiet and you weren't sure how long the silence lasted. It could have been a few minutes, or a few hours for all you knew. “Why do you hate me?” you asked breaking the silence.

“I don’t. Why do you hate me?” he asked.

“I, uh, you know I don’t actually know. You’re just such an ass that I had to hate you,” you explained. It was true. From the first moment you had met him, he seemed to just insult you or be so sarcastic that you just couldn’t and wouldn’t even try and be friends with him.

“It was uh, my way of dealing I guess. Eveyone else, except Steve, just kinda took it I guess. You’re uh, the only person I guess who took it as an offense,” he fumbled out.

“I don’t take shit from people, I took enough when I was young,” you mumbled. He stayed quiet again, but this time not as long. “Rough childhood?” he asked.

You were hesisant for a moment, but you were also stuck down here with him. Steve said you should talk to him, so here was a chance. “Mum left when I was 5. I don’t really remember her, but I remember her always telling me I had her eyes. She said when she looked at me, she saw a younger version of herself. I, uh, I thought she loved me, but she didn’t. Dad turned into a drunk after she left. Usual abuse followed until I ran away. I, uh, I got caught stealing, then juvi, then cleaned up, got recruited. Now I’m here.”

You finished your story but he said nothing. You thought maybe you had dumped too much on him at one time. “I’m sorry. If I would have known, I wouldn’t have been so shitty to you.”

“Don’t apologize, we both know if we live, we’ll just go back to the way we were,” you grumbled.

“If we live, how about we hang out sometime, get to know each other so maybe we won't hate each other,” he offered.

“If we live, and I keep my leg, then we can hang out,” you teased.

You two sat there in the dark for who knows how long. Finally you heard something above you, but you were getting drowsy at this point. You were out, but remembered hearing something and seeing a bit of light before you were gone for good.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up, and you knew you had gotten out. You felt warm, covered in a blanket and the rhythmic beeping of a machine. You opened your eyes slowly and found yourself in the med bay of the tower. “You got to keep the leg by the way,” you turned to see James leaning agaisn the doorway.

You gave him a soft smile, “Guess you didn’t do such a crappy job then Barnes.”

“You can call me Bucky, everyone else does, and after what happened to us, I think you can,” he said with a smile.

“Bucky, huh. Well Bucky I guess the deal is settled. Think of something easy to do, cause  I don’t think I’ll be walking any time soon.”

He came over and gave your hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. I got you.”

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Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!” Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”

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A Simple Mission

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

“I’ll be back in the morning,” he remembered you saying as you put on your mission suit.

“Can’t Nat or Wanda go instead? I just got back and I missed you,” he said as he walked over and hugged you from behind. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled the sweet scent of you. He placed small kisses along your neck, causing you to laugh and turn towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your hands through his hair. He always loved when you did that.

“I missed you too James, but Natasha and Wanda are on their own mission. They should be here soon, but it wouldn’t be fair to send them off again. I just gotta go in, get some intel and get out. Simple babe. 12 hours max,” you said and kissed him on the lips. He cupped your face, trying to deepen the kiss and make you stay. You knew what he was doing so pulled back. He rested his forehead on yours.

“Fine, but you owe me when you get back,” he said as he had kissed your forehead.

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door. “I love you,” you called out to him.

“I love you too,” he called back. He smiled even though you were gone. He was so happy he had found you and got you before anyone else had the chance.

He decided to get some sleep, and walked to the shared bedroom you two had. He flopped onto the perfectly made bed that you had left. No matter what, you always made the bed. You couldn’t stand sleeping in an unmade bed. He often joked with you, saying that if the apartment caught fire, you would stay and make the bed before leaving. He fell asleep quickly, not relaxing how tired he was from is latest mission.

He usually didn’t sleep well when you weren’t there, and would constantly wake up and check his phone for any messages from you. Tonight though, he slept peacefully. He didn’t wake up a single time until the next morning around 10.

He rolled over, expecting you to be there since he had slept in so late. He grasped at nothing but air so he opened his eyes. Your side of the bed was still perfectly flat and cold, meaning that you still weren’t home. He sat up and reached for his phone, expecting a message from you saying that you were going to be late. He saw a missed call from you around 5 in the morning and a voicemail. He put it on speaker and listened as he made the bed.

“Hey James,” you voice emitted from the phone. “I’m on my way home. Told you it would be simple. I’ll see you in a couple hours. I love−−−.” That was it, your voice was cut off and his stomach dropped. He had a horrible feeling that something was wrong. He grabbed the phone, his hands shaking as he tried to call you back.

“I’m sorry the number you have dialed is not available. Please try again,” the automated voice called. He tried again and again getting the same message and becoming more and more worried.

“Fuck!” he yelled and threw the phone across the room. He was freaking out, thinking the worse, until he heard the front door start to unlock. He ran into the front room, as the door opened, only it wasn’t you there waiting for him. It was Steve.

“No,” he shook his head and breathed out. He knew that they would only send Steve over here to tell him bad news. If it was something else, he would have just got called in.

“Bucky,” Steve said softly as he made his way across the room, gently closing the door behind him. His eyes were glazed over, making him look like he was in a trance.

“No, don’t say it,” Bucky’s voice cracked. He could feel the tears building up behind his eyes. “Don’t you dare tell me she’s gone.” His heart was breaking, his skin felt like he was on fire, and his stomach felt like it was being twisted into knots.

“She was flying back. She was shot down. By the time someone could find her location she was gone,” Steve said as gently as he could.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. His knees gave out and he fell to the floor. Steve was at his side in an instant and wrapped his arms around his best friend. The tears he had been holding back were let loose. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like the air had been sucked from his lungs and he wailed. His shoulders were racked with sobs, as Steve tried his best to hold his friend and his own silent tears trailed down his face. As if losing you wasn’t enough, the devastation it had caused Bucky was unbearable.

“If they…someone got, to to to her sooner…could she… would she have… made it ,” he choked out.

“Bucky,” Steve said softly.

“Dammit Steve, tell me,” he said through gritted teeth.

“She had bandaged herself the best she could. Maybe they could have but−−−.”

“She called….she called me. I, I didn’t answer. The one time…I could have…I should have…she would have been here,” Bucky choked out.

“You don’t know that.” Steve knew Bucky was never going to forgive himself.

“I do. I do know.”

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“Your friendship can survive this little crush.”

Prompt: You’re friendship can survive this little crush.

Warnings: none just fluff

James Barnes x Reader

As the live in doctor for the Avengers, your life was anything but boring. Even when members of the team weren’t coming in to your office to stitch up bullet wounds after a fight there was always something going on in the Tower. These ranged from some party that Tony Stark was throwing that lasted longer than it should have, Dr. Banner having a group of scientist over and causing another fire in the basement of the building. They called it science because they wrote down what went wrong. You called it a long night of treating burn injuries, and assuring the scientist that yes their eyebrows would grow back.

It didn’t take long before the Tower felt like home. You had never been shy about expressing your opinions, even when it had gotten you into trouble a few times. Every relationship you had always ended because you had been what your exes called ‘too blunt’ and ‘brutally honest.’ You just brushed it off and decided all the guys you dated weren’t worth the time. The team, however found your honesty great and at times even entertaining. One morning in particular stood out among them.

You had just finished getting ready for the day and were headed down to the kitchen to make your usual of coffee. You had your own special mug and always kept it in the back of the cupboard so no one would use it. Even though it was a bit later than usual, you figured the team would know that it was your mug. As you entered the kitchen, everyone else was sitting around or lounging on the couch absorbed in their own morning routine.

“Morning (Y/N),” Steve said as you entered the kitchen. Steve had quickly become one of your close friends when you moved in the tower. He had a habit of being reckless, which even with his quick healing, meant that he had to be cleared for the next mission.

“Morning Steve,” you said cheerfully as you opened the cupboard. “Any plans for the day?” You asked as you reached into the cupboard expecting to feel the handle of your mug. You felt nothing but empty air.

“Just going to go for a run with Bucky and Sam after breakfast, maybe after work—.”

“Stop,” you said cutting him off. You stood on your tip toes and looked into the cupboard to see your mug was missing. You turned to Steve who was standing there slightly confused. “Someone has my mug.”

You could see everyone do a quick double take at their various mugs to make sure they hadn’t taken yours by mistake. You saw that no one had yours, so you climbed onto the counter to look in the higher cabinets to see if it had been moved by mistake.

“Hey Steve I was just thinking, wait, why is she on the counter?” You turned to see James Barnes, entering the kitchen with a mug in his hands. Your mug, nonetheless.

“You,” you said sternly. He looked around not sure if you meant him or Steve. You hopped off the counter and walked right up to him. Despite him being a head taller than you, you did you best not to look so small.

“That’s my mug. Hand it over before you get hurt,” you demanded. He smiled slightly, probably thinking that you were joking. You stared angrily, not backing down. “James Barnes, that is my mug, and I’m a doctor. That means I can break every bone in your body while naming them. Hand over my mug, now.” The other avengers were now watching the interaction between the two of you, ready to stop either of you if you intended to follow through on your threat.

He still was smiling like you were joking, so you reached out and took the mug from his hand. You took a large sip, eyeing him over the brim of the mug. Although it was a bit hot still, yow showed no sign of backing down. “Less creamer next time Barnes.” With that you walked away from the kitchen, your mug in hand, and a surprised James Barnes still standing there.

The next morning the Tower was empty because they had been sent on a mission early that morning. You weren’t expecting anything, but you pleasantly surprised when you found a cup of hot coffee in your mug with a little note underneath it.

(Y/N), hope this is the way you like it -J. Barnes

You smiled, and took a sip. By some miracle he managed to get it just right. Later that night when they all came home, he was the first one to visit your office. He wasn’t even hurt really, a few small cuts at most, but he wanted to make sure you liked the coffee. Before you knew it, you two were just talking and laughing as if you had known each other for much longer than you actually had.

From then on, you two become good friends much quicker than even you and Steve. He didn’t mind the fact that you constantly spoke your mind. If anything he encouraged you to say what was on your mind, even if it could be slightly insulting to him. He didn’t see it as insults though. He took it as criticism and if it would make you happy he would change a little, or he wouldn’t depending on what exactly it was. He made you happy, and somewhere between the late night rooftop conversations and the random kitchen dance parties, you began to have a crush on the once feared assassin. What was worse, is that you thought he might have felt the same way. When you realized how you felt, you went to the only person that you knew you could trust, Steve.

“Steve I need help,” you said as you knocked on the door to his room.

He opened the door in an instant. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concern evident in his eyes. “Come in.”

You walked in an took a seat on the bed. He came in and sat down next to you. “So I think James might have a crush on me,” you said quietly. You figured it was best to start with there, just in case James had possibly said something to him.

He thought for a moment, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration. “Well, I’m sure your friendship can survive this little crush. You just need to let him down easy.”

“And how exactly would I do that?” You asked a little disappointed. Apparently he hadn’t said anything to his best friend.

“Be honest, and tell him how you feel. I’m sure that’s not a problem for you,” he said with a smile.

“If we are being honest, that won’t work,” you said grinning, knowing exactly how that would go if you were completely honest with James.

“Why not?” he asked now confused.

You sighed. “Because if I tell him how I feel, he might get the impression that I want to get into a relationship.”

“Why would he think that?” he asked.

“Because I’m…well I think I might be in love with him,” you blurted out. You had to be honest with Steve. You couldn’t just say that you had a crush on him when you knew in your mind and heart that you felt so much more for him.

“What?!” he replied shocked.

“Just a little bit!” you exclaimed and stood up from the bed quickly. “I swear if you tell him—,”

“(Y/N), he likes you too,” Steve said cutting you off. Your eyes went wide and for once you were speechless. There was no quick and witty comeback to throw, no teasing insult, your mind was blank. Steve noticing your shock continued. “Believe it or not he was just in here last night telling me he liked you. I told him he better tell you soon before you realize it and call him out on it,” Steve explained.

You let everything Steve said sink in before smiling to yourself. Your confidence had returned and you had a smug grin on your face. “Well, I better find him before he find me.”

“Good luck (Y/N),” he said as you walked out of his room. You felt a little lighter and oddly more powerful with the knowledge that you now had. You knew that he liked you, but he had no idea of what your feelings were.

You checked his room, only to find that he wasn’t there. You walked down to the kitchen and again found that empty as well. You figured he must be in the gym, so you headed there next. As you turned the corner you ran into someone.

“Sorry,” they said. It was none other than James Barnes.

“You better watch yourself Barnes, you never know who you are going to run into,” you teased.

“Actually you were just the person that I was looking for you. Do you have a minute to talk?” he asked, slightly nervous.

“Well I suppose I could spare a minute for you Barnes,” you said grinning. You could see the red in his cheeks coming through, his short hair couldn’t hide his facial expressions. “Well, I know we kind of got close really quick, and umm you’re really great. And you’re also really pretty and I uh, I just like hanging out with but I was wondering if you maybe possibly wanted to go out? Like on a date I mean,” he said stumbling over his words. The easiness that he had when talking to you had just gone out the window and crashed to the street below.

“You know you’re adorable when you are flustered,” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“So is that a yes?” he asked, looking like an excited puppy.

“Of course it is,” you said, reaching up to give him a hug. As you hugged him you said quietly, “Also Steve told me. You might want to ask Steve to keep a secret next time.”

“I think I’ll let it slide this time,” he said and you could hear the smile on his lips.