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boogywoogywoogy · 3 years

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— (fem!avenger!reader x avenger!bucky)

summary; When Bucky arrives at the compound after years of loneliness, the person he finds comfort in is you.

warnings; fluff, angst, kissing, fools falling for each other, mentions of trauma, some medical stuff, reader likes to steal things.

word count; 2,037

a/n; okay, i had so much fun writing this piece, it’s my baby. enjoy <3 - stellie

“Hey,” Steve lightly knocked on your open door.

“You’re back,” you set your copy of Frankenstein to the side. It had been a gift from Banner for your birthday.

Steve leaned his broad frame against the wall. “I need you to stay up here for awhile, we brought him back.”

There were a lot of him’s that Steve could have brought back. Hostages, fugitives, ghosts that the government had long forgotten.

“Bucky,” he clarified. “He’s in medical.”

You knew who Bucky was. Former sergeant of the 107th, Steve’s best friend, and recovering Hydra assassin, among other things.

Steve and Sam had been looking for him for months, scrambling and chasing after him to get him to the compound. You were convinced that Bucky would consistently outrun the two for as long as he could, and the government would just catch him first.

“Is he here legally? He’s a wanted criminal,” you looked at Steve like he had five heads.

“Might’ve pulled some strings,” he shrugged. “Just don’t come out of your room, he’s unstable.”

Were they always going to treat you like you couldn’t handle anything around here?

“Rogers,” you huffed as he began to walk out. “I have some of the best medical knowledge in the compound, and you’re makin’ me sit here?”

“Yup,” his feet padded softly across the floor, and you watched him disappear down the stairs.

You flopped onto the bed like a starfish, making a mental list of things you could do to entertain yourself. Nothing really, that was your answer. You should be down there helping the medical team with any wounds Bucky may have, but Steve will scold you silly for leaving your room as soon as he gets the chance.

Well... Steve would get over it.

Thank god you were a trained spy, more or less, because the compound was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Medical would be crowded when you walked in, you’d bet the knife you stole from Nat’s collection that Bucky was strapped down to a bed as someone tried to bandage his nasty cuts.

Your instincts proved right.

Bucky was groaning, calling out for something you didn’t understand, legs and arms strapped down. He’s unstable, that’s what Steve said. Steve has a hand on Bucky’s shoulder in a weak attempt to comfort him as the medical personnel rid him of the caked dirt and blood on his skin.

You should be slapped over the face for being so curious, but Bucky has always fascinated you. Sam is in the corner of the the room with his head down, and you remember looking over Bucky’s records with him late at night, or that trip to the Smithsonian to see if you could catch Bucky lurking at his own memorial.

Something about Bucky was beautiful. Broken, but still beautiful. You can’t register it now as hot tears streak down his face, but it clicked with you when you read about him, or when Steve told stories.

“What did I tell you?” Suddenly Steve was stood over you, arms crossed.

“Oh... Captain,” you shoved your hands in the pockets of your hoodie. “I was just—“

Bucky groaned and cried out in pain. Sam tried to do what Steve had done, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. He didn’t seem like the touchy-feely type.

“He could lash out at you,” Steve blocked your view of the hospital bed. “He doesn’t know who you are.”

“So? I’m the only person that can really help with his stitches. He’s hurting.”

“Fine,” Steve said through gritted teeth. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

You walked through the small crowd of nurses tending to Bucky, and naturally, they let you through. A prodigy, that’s the word they liked to throw around, with an organic understanding of human anatomy. The whole compound was surprised you had never gone to med school, and that you just preferred to play checkers with Wanda or help Sam on a mission.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, observing the deep gash down the inside of his right arm. “Can I touch you?”

Bucky thrashed around again, and Sam backed away. “Y/N, he’s having a moment. I wouldn’t go near him.”

“Sam, I have to seal that up,” you disregarded the danger you were in. “He’ll get an infection.”

The infamous Winter Soldier, and he just stared up at you with glassy blue eyes and fearful expression. He mumbled incoherent things under his breath, you wanted nothing more than to understand him.

It seemed like he hadn’t been understood in an awfully long time.

You grabbed all your things from the table to quickly mend him, holding a bandage between your teeth. He fought you, his metal arm tearing one of the restraints, but Bucky eventually let up.

“Relax, Buck,” Steve urged him from behind you.

“All done,” you smile and step away. “Everything else looks fine, you can handle it?”

Steve simply nodded, and you went back to your room.

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A week had passed by since Steve brought Bucky to the compound. The air got cold and it rained almost everyday, which meant morning runs were no longer on your daily agenda.

You hadn’t seen Bucky come out of his room. It wasn’t surprising, Sam mumbled a few things here and there about him having a hard time adjusting, that he still got erratic. Being used as a human weapon for over half a century will do that to you.

Being on a mission would’ve been ideal right now. You’re bored in the compound, like a sad princess in her ivory tower. A knock on your door stirred you out of your haze.

“It’s open,” you flipped to the next page of your book. It’s about surgical history, you figured the medical team downstairs wouldn’t miss it from their decorative bookshelf.

Bucky stood in your doorway, looking slightly less upset than the last time you saw him.

“Steve told me this was your room,” he swallowed. “I’m across the hall.”

“I know,” you stared at him for a bit too long. It was strange, hearing him speak.

He pulled his shirt sleeve up, showing you the stitches you had made not long ago. “Can you check these?”

“Of course,” you patted the space on the mattress beside you. “Sit for me.”

Bucky sat down, eyeing his arm where the stitches were. His dark hair fell in his face, and you wanted so badly to push it behind his ears, to see him.

You checked the area around the stitches, making sure they were all intact and that nothing was infected. You had told Steve to make sure Bucky puts Neosporin around the wound every night, and it looked like he had been doing just that.

“Looks fine,” you took your hand away from his arm. “I can take them out soon.”

“Thanks,” he pulled his sleeve back in place. “I hope I didn’t bother you.”

“Not at all,” god, the way you wanted to reach out and touch him.

Bucky’s eyes shifted to yours, glimmering blue.

“When can I come back? For you to take them out?” He asked.

You let out a breath. “Three days.”

He stayed like that for awhile, just looking at you. Maybe he’s searching for something, perhaps fear. You’re not afraid of him.

Your hand moved to his face. That could be considered a calculated mistake. Bucky flinched, his metal hand balling in a tight fist. You brushed the long hair out of his eyes, tucking it behind his left ear.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” you whispered.

His face warmed up a little bit. “What if I hurt you first?”

“I’ll try and calm you down. I’m not hurting you back.”

“That’s a bad idea.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you sighed.

Bucky nuzzled into your hand that was cupping his jaw. “I should go back to my room.”

“You can stay.”

—

No one knew why you and Bucky held hands all the time, so no one said anything.

Steve thought he had the right to know, and that maybe he could press his best friend for some answers. Was it a thing? No, you did it for solace. Bucky liked having something to hold.

Bucky Barnes had been a constant in your life for a few weeks. He enjoyed your company just as much as you enjoyed his, it probably had something to do with your lone wolf personalities. You were happy to be a part of his recovery, even if you found he didn’t say much.

“They healed really nice,” you ran a finger over where his stitches used to be.

His eyes looked more innocent than you’ve ever seen before. He was focusing on not flinching, you knew that. Bucky was still getting used to you touching him so often.

“If I ever need them again,” he squeezed your hand in his. “Can you do it for me up here?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t like seeing you strapped down to that bed.”

He wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. If he ever got treated like that again, you’d lose your mind.

“Why aren’t you a doctor?” Bucky squinted at you in curiosity.

“I wanted to be a surgeon,” you answered. “But being a spy paid more, I guess. Now I’m here.”

He didn’t have a counter for that, just listened. You liked that about him, he’s a good listener. He listened to you read books aloud so he could fall asleep to the sound of your voice, he listened to you talk about your favorite things even though he didn’t always understand them.

When Bucky first came to the compound, he was covered in bruises and cuts. Now, almost a month later, he looked a lot more at peace, physically and mentally. It’s like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“It feels nice, being here with you,” his metal hand came up to stroke your cheek. “I was thinkin’ about staying locked in my room forever.”

You chuckled. “You’ll get used to everyone else.”

Something inside you ached. You just wanted to be close to him. There was that pang of guilt inside of you, telling you no, that he’d get scared if you did such a thing and it would be all your fault for wrecking his progress.

You moved closer to him so your nose was touching his. “I kinda hope that I’m your favorite.”

“You are,” he hummed, lips brushing against yours and giggling. “Don’t tell Steve.”

There’s nothing you’d rather do than hold him for the rest of your life when he giggles. It’s the most precious thing on earth, he’s letting himself be free.

“Bucky,” you buried the side of your face into your pillow. “Are you feeling okay?”

No answer, just his chapped lips pressed to yours. It felt inexperienced and static, but butterflies filled your stomach nonetheless.

“I wanted to do that with you,” he admitted.

You brought him back into a deeper kiss, still chaste, but more like what you believed he was striving for. He vaguely remembers the feeling of someone’s lips, back in the forties. His body is perfect, molding against yours like you were made for each other.

It’s so nice and warm that your toes curl a bit. The kind of long, sweet kiss that makes your brain reduce to mush, that’s what it was. You really don’t want to come up for air, he is air, that’s what you think.

You did eventually have to breathe, and you just held him for awhile. You stared at him too, shamelessly. That’s a perk of getting to be alone with Bucky.

“Thanks for letting me in here,” you poked at his chest.

He didn’t understand. “Where?”

“That big heart of yours,” you blushed.

Bucky wrapped his big arms around you tighter. He wanted to cry, or melt, but in a good way. He was still working on conveying his emotions. “Thanks for being my friend.”

“I don’t think we’re just friends anymore.”

A goofy smile spread across his face, his eyes crinkling at the sides. There was nothing more beautiful in the entire universe.

And he’s in your arms.

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boogywoogywoogy · 3 years

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summary bucky wants you all to himself.

pairing bucky barnes x reader warnings none. a very cute bucky. a/n have a nice day/night <3

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He was warm. "It's the serum" he would usually tell you. You usually loved that he was warm, but now the fact that he was warm and wrapped all around you was making everything harder.

“No, baby, stay” Bucky begged as his arms around you tightened, your head pushing your head into his chest. It wasn't that you wanted to leave, you just had to train with Natasha. You hated leaving your lovely boyfriend on the bed and you wanted to stay and cuddle with him more than anything, but you knew that Natasha would be pissed if you didn't go.

“I have to leave, Bucky.” you said and gave him a kiss. The kiss deepened quickly, but you stopped him, he looked at you with his puppy eyes, trying his best to look irresistible. He really was irresistible, but you just couldn’t stay, if you didn’t want Natasha to break your ribs.

“You can stay, I’ll protect you from Natasha. I promise.” he said, grinning. You rolled your eyes and chuckled. You tried to leave his embrace, but he quickly stopped you as he pinned your hands above your head, practically on the top of you now.

“Bucky, please let me go!” you said, but you couldn’t stop your laugh.

“Doll, you and I both know that you don’t want to go.” he said and you felt his breath on your neck. “So stay, we can stay in the bed all day, just the two of us.” he said and started to kiss your neck.

"Please, honey." kiss "I want you all to myself." kiss "I want my girl with me," kiss "just a few more hours so I show her how much I love her." a kiss on the lips.

“As much as I’d like that, you know I can’t, Bucky.” you said as you kiss his soft lips back, trying to keep it as innocent as possible. His lips started moving rougher on yours, his hands around your wrists getting even tighter.

“James!”

“Do you really want to leave, baby?” he asked. Puppy eyes, again. You sighed and gave up. His hands left your wrists and your hands moved to his beard, cupping his face. He kissed you with need and you kissed him back, wanting more. His hands wrapped around your waist as you felt his h-

“Y/N!?” you heard Natasha’s voice from the hallway, her footsteps getting closer and closer.

“FRIDAY, lock the door!” Bucky said as he grinned and you leaned in for another kiss.

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boogywoogywoogy · 3 years

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summary bucky always softens around his girl.

pairing bucky barnes x reader

warnings fluff.

a/n have a nice day/night <33 my masterlist

Bucky certainly wasn’t a ray of sunshine around people.

He usually didn’t smile around the team. He would wake up earlier than everyone, train earlier than the rest of the team. He wasn’t the one to talk a lot, just answering questions.

Bucky was cold, he couldn’t control it. It wasn’t easy to feel comfortable around people after what he went through.

You were an exception.

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Bucky finally came to your door after a long day, full of training recruits. He let out a breath and knocked on your door with his knuckles.

“Hey, doll”

“Bucky!” you said as you jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up a bit.

“Did you miss me, baby?” he said and kissed your hair.

“Mmh, yes. How was your day?” you said as you left his embrace, walking him to the bed.

“Eh, ordinary. Missed you so much.” he said and you gave him a look, making him chuckle. You sat on the bed and patted the spot next to you, telling him to sit. Instead, he took you in his lap and layed down, you on the top of him, his hands on your waist and your hands next to the sides of his head.

“How was your day, doll?” he asked, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“It was fine, I did some work and baked cookies.” you said as you started kissing his neck. Bucky hummed at the feeling of your open mouthed kisses.

“Chocolate chip?” he asked, a big smile forming on his face.

“Yes” you chuckled and put your head on his chest. His hands started to draw patterns on waist and arm and he started humming to an old song.

Bucky was longing for peace before he met you and now that you were with him, he wanted to keep you forever. He wanted to wake up next to you everyday. He wanted to sing 40’s songs with you. He wanted to take you out on a date at that fancy restaurant Tony recommended.

He wanted to tell you everything. He wanted to tell you he loved you with the most beautiful words he knew. He wanted to write you songs, letters, poems. He wanted to express his feelings like everyone around him did.

He sighed quietly.

Instead of using his words, he took your face in his hands, caressed your cheeks with his calloused thumbs and gave you a tender kiss. His lips were soft and it made you forget everything else for a few good seconds, there was just you and Bucky.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

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