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Baby, It's Cold Outside | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hello! I am aware that I am not the first person to think or write about this topic 😂 But I wrote this and I hope you like it ❄️

Warnings: anxiety / PTSD, Hydra memories

“Baby, I never thought I’d say this… but can you please go put on some more clothes?” Bucky sat on the couch huddled under a mountain of blankets, eyeing the scant outfit you wore. He donned multiple pairs of sweats when your building’s heat went out, adding more layers each day. But you didn’t follow suit. “Just a few more layers? Please? You’ve gotta be freezing.”

With a shrug, you gave your ensemble a quick once over: one of Bucky’s henleys, a pair of sweatpants, and some knit socks. It wasn’t enough to beat the cold, but you didn’t mind. You welcomed the crisp air. And your lack of warmth seemed to bother Bucky more than it bothered you.

“I’m fine, Buck- I like the cold!” you assured him, handing him a mug of hot tea. “I didn’t grow up with realwinters- it never got colder than fifty degrees back home. So, I like to experience the chill,” you said with a laugh. “It’s way better than sweating year-round.”

“But this isn’t a ‘chill’, doll. We’re in the dead of a New York winter and our heat is out.” Bucky opened his blanket fortress, sacrificing a few moments of warmth to allow you inside. “If you’re not gonna put on more layers, at least come in here with me.”

The cold raced up his spine, sending him into a sharp shiver. How you shrugged off the freezing temperatures and lack of heating astounded him. And his instinct to take care of and protect you refused to relent.

An over the top, incredulous gasp filled your lungs, “You’re just trying to steal my body heat!”

Bucky gave you a laugh and a sly smile, “Yeah? So, what if I am, huh? What are you gonna do about it, sweetheart?”

With a roll of your eyes, you crawled into his warm embrace- as though you could ever say no to such an offer. He situated you in his lap and pulled you into his body with a satisfied sigh, “Finally. Sam had the right idea when he moved to Louisiana… we should’ve gone with him”.

Bucky was always taking such good care of you. Whether he was stitching you up after a mission or holding you while you cried over Titanic for the millionth time, all he ever wanted to do was help. So, if he was cold and in search of your body heat, returning the favor was the least you could do. And you’d never complain about getting up close and personal with him.

He was always warm, always smelled like leather and sandalwood. And the way he held you had you convinced that nothing could ever hurt you. His embrace was tight yet gentle, always perfectly toeing the line between cuddling and suffocating. He just loved you so deeply- he couldn’t stop himself. Not when he had the chance to hold the love of his life. He wasn’t sure how many of those chances he’d get, and he wasn’t going to take them for granted.

But Bucky’s behavior had been strange over the last few days. Nearly everything he did threw red flags into the air, warning you of trouble beneath his surface. “Woah, woah, slow down-” You watched Bucky down his tea in greedy gulps, “it’s hot, Buck. I just pulled the kettle off the stove. You’re gonna burn yourself.”

Bucky finished his drink with a pained grimace, the tea scalding his mouth and throat. “Don’t care. Too cold.” He set his mug on the sofa table and snaked his arm back under the blankets, pulling you closer to his body. You’d never seen him so bothered by something as inconsequential as weather.

“Well, I care,” you said, freeing your hands from the blankets and placing them on his cheeks, “I’m gonna need that mouth later…”

Bucky’s loud guffaw resounded through your small apartment. It wasn’t the polite laugh he put on in public- no, you pulled deep, loud belly laughs from him with ease. He’d never been so comfortable with anyone; not until you.

“Well, I’m a super soldier, doll. I’ll be healed and ready to go by the time you’re in the mood.” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips before removing your hands from his face and gently placing them back under the blanket. “But for now, I gotta keep you warm.”

“And I gotta do the same for you,” you threw him a wink. Truthfully, you’d use any excuse to get close to Bucky. The broken heater was an inconvenience, yes, but you secretly welcomed it. Regardless of your love for the cold, nothing could ever beat cozying up to Bucky under a metric ton of blankets.

“You know, I think I’m surprised that the cold affects you so much.”

Bucky cocked his head to the side, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve got the serum,” you said. “I guess I didn’t think you’d be so vulnerable to weather.”

“Oh, right. Well, it’s really more of a…” he shrugged, “a preference. I mean, if you and I went out in a blizzard- which we will not be doing-

“Lame-”

Bucky gave you an affection eye roll, “I know, I’m sorry, I just ruined your afternoon plans. Anyway, I wouldn’t get hypothermia or frost bite, but you would- well you wouldn’t, cause I wouldn’t let you. But you know what I mean.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Now that’s chivalry. Real men don’t let their partners get hypothermia-”

“Or frostbite,” Bucky added.

“Oh, my bad- real men don’t let their partners get hypothermia or frostbite.”

He gave you a satisfied nod. “So, it’s a preference. I just don’t like the cold.”

You once again freed your hands from the blankets, too excited by the frigid temperatures to keep yourself contained. The cold to seeped in, leaving Bucky uncomfortable. “But it’s so fun! Crisp air, winter holidays, snow, ice skating, SOUP! It’s soup weather, Buck!”

“I think you can eat soup year-round, sweetheart” Bucky teased.

“Yeah, but it’s just not the same. I don’t wanna down a bowl of soup after a day at the beach, that’s just wrong.”

Bucky’s head fell back in a laugh. You were so passionate about the things you loved. Whether it was Bucky, your favorite tv show- or soup- you were all in. “Okay, I guess that’s fair,” he shrugged. “But not having heat when it’s only nineteen degrees out is a nightmare- no matter how much soup we eat.” He frowned at your exposed hands and tucked them back into the blanket before reaching for his phone. “I’m gonna call the landlord again, this is ridiculous. He’s so-”

“Buck, I just called like fifteen minutes ago. He said he won’t know anything till Monday.”

Bucky let out a groan, “that’s five days from now.” He ditched his phone and pulled his hand back under the blankets with a shiver. “I guess we’re just gonna sit here till it gets fixed.”

You threw an eyeroll his way, “right, like we’re not leaving the couch until Monday.”

Bucky shrugged.

“How about we go do something?” you said, your tone chipper. “We may not have heat here, but we could go somewhere that does! We could hit the museum or a movie theater- Oh! Or that Barcade on forty second street! I’ve heard it’s really fun.”

Bucky flashed you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. It didn’t warm his face or lift his features. It was forced. Cold. “Yeah… um, we could do that. I’ll do anything you want, sweetheart. You know that.”

His performance was less than convincing.

You pulled your hands from the blankets and rested them on Bucky’s cold cheeks. “Baby, we don’t have to. I just want you to be a little more comfortable- you’re clearly not happy here. I thought we could just escape to somewhere a little warmer for a while.”

Bucky nodded, “No, I know. I- that’s smart. And really thoughtful. But I just- I don’t…” he paused. Every time he told you about one of his phobias or issues or anxieties, it added to his shame. He had so many problems, so many fears and worries. He always felt like such a high-maintenance partner. There were so many things he couldn’t do, things he prevented you from partaking in because of his PTSD. And while he never ever barred you from doing the things you wanted, he knew you held back for him. He saw the way you canceled or changed your plans based on him and his baggage. And he hated it.

You could see him digging a deep, dark tunnel in his mind. He often vanished in his own psyche, thinking and overthinking until he got lost. But you brought him back to reality with a squeeze of his hand. “Hey, what’s going on with you?” You only ever wanted to help. But in order to give Bucky what he needed, you needed the truth.

Bucky rolled his eyes at himself, “I hate the cold. And even though it’s freezing in here and going somewhere with heat is a great idea, I don’t wanna leave.” He let out a sigh, one of frustration- not sadness. “I don’t wanna go outside- not even for a minute.”

“Okay, Buck, that’s fine,” you shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. We don’t have to- just know the offer is on the table in case you change your mind.”

“I won’t.” He was certain. Firm.

“Okay…” You chewed on the inside of your cheek, “are you sure you’re alright? It’s like, ever since the heat went out you’ve been extra tense.”

You didn’t plan on bringing it up. Asking Bucky about his taught muscles or clenched jaw only ever made him self-conscious. He preferred to come to you himself instead of having his anxious tendencies put in the spotlight. And he’d gotten so good at asking for help. He was working on himself, learning that he didn’t have to handle things alone.He’d made more progress than he thought possible.

But ever since the heating in your building failed, he was on edge. Every day, he seemed more uneasy. More uncomfortable. And every day, you waited for him to tell you why. But his grace period was over; you needed to know what had him so upset.

Again, he let out a huff, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Convincing.”

Bucky let a small laugh rumble out of his chest. He shot you a smile and found your hands with his under the pile of blankets. “Yeah, I know… I’m not exactly hiding it.”

“And you don’t have to,” you told him. “Just talk to me, baby.”

He wanted to be honest. But doing so required going back almost eighty years to the worst day of his life. It was a lot of mental and emotional effort that he wasn’t sure he had the energy for. Maintaining a mostly-sane façade over the last few days took more out of him than he thought. But he wanted to do his best to appear normal, to avoid adding yet another thing to the list of his issues. He wondered what would be the last straw for you. He feared that, any day now, you’d grow fed up with his countless problems.

As though you could read his mind, you spoke up. “Whatever it is- whatever’s going on in that brain of yours- you know I’m not gonna judge you. I’m not gonna think you’re high maintenance. I’ll never think you’re too much. Ever.”

It wasn’t fair of him to ever assume that you’d see him differently. That you’d think less of him for his issues. And truthfully, he didn’t believe those thoughts when they tried to poison his mind. But blaming his secrecy on fear that maybe- just maybe- your perception of him might change was easier than admitting the truth; the truth that he was simply embarrassed. He was a grown man afraid of the cold- what could be more humiliating?

“Well, like I said, I hate the cold… but it’s not necessarily a preference, like I told you earlier,” he said. “It’s more of a- a fear. Or, not a fear. It’s a…” He took pause, “it’s almost like a Pavlovian response, I guess.”

You simply nodded along and gave his hands a squeeze, assuring him that you were in this together.

“I didn’t always dislike the cold, but… I don’t know how long I laid in the snow after the um-“ he cleared his throat, “the train.”

A shiver rocketed up your spine. The train- you hated the train. Bucky didn’t talk about it often. You tried not to think about it. That story always hurt in a deep, hopeless recess of your soul. Thinking about Bucky scared, alone, and bleeding made you want to die. He had nightmares about it sometimes. He’d wake up sobbing, talking about the red snow. The sharp wind. It gutted you every time.

“I thought I was gonna freeze to death,” he said. “I was there for… days. I think. Or maybe it just felt like days. I don’t know. But it hurt- and not just cause of my arm. I was so cold that it actually hurt.”

You never thought about it that way. And suddenly, you felt terrible for ever praising the winter weather. His right hand shook in yours, but no amount of warmth seemed to stop the tremors.

“And from then on- for eighty years- I was cold. I mean, they kept me in Siberia…” His eyes took on a hollow quality. “Everything was concrete. And metal. Nothing gave even the illusion of warmth. And my body tried to get used to being that cold- but I never did. I remember shivering. Constantly. My system was trying to stabilize, to regulate itself.”

“Oh, Buck…” You were already as close as physically possible but did everything in your power to give him any and every extra bit of your body heat. You tugged the blankets tighter around him, rubbed your hands against his chest to generate friction. Anything to make him more comfortable.

“And then they put me under cryo for the first time. And if I thought I was cold before, I was wrong.” He shook his head just slightly, trying to dispel the memories. “It always felt like it took way too long for me to go under, you know? Like I was just hoping to fall unconscious so I didn’t have to feel that cold anymore. But I just waited and waited- while ice crystalized on everything around me. It grew on my skin- I swore it formed inside my lungs. Breathing became painful. Impossible. And then they’d thaw me out the next time they needed me.”

He shrugged, “but it was never warm. Or comfortable. And it didn’t matter where they sent me- they never had to worry about me dying from exposure or hypothermia, you know? So, I never got anything to protect me from the elements, like a coat. Or a blanket.” He laughed at the thought of Hydra doing something kind for him, at the image of Pierce or Rumlow giving him a blanket.

“If I came back from a mission covered in blood, they’d hose me down with freezing water. If they decided to keep me out of cryo for a few back-to-back missions, they kept me in a cold cell. I mean, bitter. Subzero.” He took a deep breath, “Anyway, my point is… the cold elicits this weird response inside me. It gives me this sense of- I guess you could call it impending doom. It sets me on edge. Gives me anxiety. Like I’m waiting for something awful to happen. I start to expect pain.”

“Buck, baby, I’m-” you weren’t sure what to say. “I’m so sorry. We don’t have to go anywhere or do anything- how can I help?”

He didn’t give you an answer. He simply shot an apologetic look your way, “I know that it’s yet another thing you enjoy that I’ve ruined with my backstory. It seems like I have a real talent for making things dark, so I-”

You rested your forehead against his, silencing him. “You haven’t ruined anything for me. Knowing these things about you is important- thank you for telling me.” Once again, you did your best to get closer to Bucky. But nothing you did made him any warmer.

“Well, I appreciate you listening- I know it’s a little ridiculous. I mean, I know nothing bad is gonna happen. I know that I’m safe. But I can’t shake the dread, you know?”

You nodded. “It’s not ridiculous. Your body is reacting based on what it’s experienced- it’s just trying to protect you.”

Bucky shrugged, “regardless, thank you for being so understanding- I know you’re probably getting a little stir crazy.” He dotted a kiss to your nose, “And thanks for letting me steal all your body heat.”

You laughed, “I’m trying to give you more, I just can’t- Oh, I have an idea.” Much to Bucky’s dismay, you snaked a hand out of the blankets. He watched your fingers fly across your screen and wondered who you could be texting with such a determined look on your face. Only a few seconds passed until your phone buzzed with a reply and turned your look of determination to one of triumph.

“Nat borrowed my heating pad last month and hasn’t given it back- so I told her to bring it over ASAP. It gets really hot- you’re gonna love it,” you said. “She’s also gonna bring us soup from the place on Twelfth Street.”

Bucky pressed his lips to yours in a kiss so intense you forgot how to breathe. “Thank you, doll, that’s perfect. Now, if she could just get our landlord to do something about the heat-”

Your head fell back in a laugh that echoed against the walls. “Oh, if you think for a second that I didn’t sic her on his ass, you’re crazy.”

Bucky stared at you in disbelief, “wait, did you really?”

“Of course! He raises our rent every five seconds and refuses to fix anything in this shithole. He deserves to have a Black Widow scare him in the right direction!”

Once again, Bucky stole your breath with a kiss. “You’re an evil genius,” he laughed, “my evil genius.”

You gave him your most menacing laugh, “anything for you, Buck. Just want you to be comfortable.”

Your words eclipsed his joking mood. He softened suddenly and grew dead serious. “Really though, this means a lot to me. I can never thank you enough. I’m so grateful- not just because you listen to all my problems and get Nat to threaten the landlord. You’re just so… you’re understanding. You don’t judge, you don’t criticize. You’re so warm. So good.”

“Buck, this is just what you do people you love. No thanks necessary, okay? You don’t-”

The ringing of your phone stopped you in your tracks. And after only ten seconds, you hung up with a devious smile.

“That was Nat,” you said, “the heat will be back on tomorrow.”

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I hope fanfiction writers know that I think of them like celebrities

I literally scream a little bit whenever one of them interacts with a comment i made on one of their posts like they are literally famous in my mind

thank you fanfiction writers you are literally sometimes the only thing keeping me alive

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i wanna be more active with u guys sooo yea💗

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Y/N: I’m a fucking loser.

Bucky: No, you’re not.

Y/N: Then what am I?

Bucky: You’re mine.

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enid wednesday

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Y/n : Why do you like walking outside so much?

Bucky : It gives me time to think.

Y/n: Then, why did you ask me to come?

Bucky : My thoughts are much nicer when you’re with me.

Y/n: …

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a lil bit more from this fic

“The fight wouldn’t leave your mind. He just had to do it at your apartment, in your living room. The screaming wouldn’t stop echoing in the studio, the anger hurled at one another bouncing back at you off the walls. You couldn’t escape the drowning hopeless sensation, even in your own home. Nat was right, you needed to get out.”

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- Sending as your biggest fan xx

this is from a request someone sent that’s been in my wip folder for like 6 months. to this person so sorry it is coming!!!

“You’d never been as hopelessly in love with someone as you were with Bucky. Never had you felt so loved, so encased in adoration and respect in a relationship. Never had a man made you feel so truly safe and beautiful. It was the kind of love you’d been waiting for. The love everyone said you couldn’t seek out. The kind of love that would come at the right time. After years of watered-down cocktails and listening to the shitty ramblings of the stock market by men below Fulton street, you’d finally found him.

He just had to ruin things.”

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

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buckysfaveplum · 1 year

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pretty boy

summary: it's hard to focus on the task at hand when the assassin on team cap is highly captivating

pairing: bucky barnes x opinokinesis! female reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: literally just fluff, cute nervous blushing bucky, peter does try to flirt with reader but she just kinda laughs it off

a/n: this is based off this post right here by @rottenstyx !! i saw this and immediately was like yes yes i will be writting this! so all credit to them for the idea <3

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“Wow it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport, don’t you think that’s weird?” Tony asked, his mask shield opening to reveal his smug look.

“Totally weird,” Rodney said.

You chuckled as you watched the interaction from behind a parked helicopter. Tony advised you to hide, and only come out if things began to escalate.

You’d hoped it’d never get to this point. When Ross came to the compound with those papers, you never could’ve imagined it’d end with your only family split down the middle. Half refusing to sign and half wanting to be held accountable. You fell on the latter.

When Tony said he was going to bring in Steve’s friend, you insisted on joining. Steve was one of your closest friends, more like a brother. You knew how much it crushed him when you signed The Accords. How much of a betrayal he saw it as. But you had to disagree.

You never wanted to hurt his friend. You were there when SHIELD fell, when the helicarriers exploded, when the Winter Soldier dragged Steve from the river. Barnes was a victim, you knew that. You had sympathy for the man. But running away would get you all nowhere.

Steve rambled on about some psychiatrist and how he had orchestrated the entire debacle the team had found themselves in. Your interest peaked, trying to listen in and hear him out. Maybe he was right, maybe this was a misunderstanding and you could all talk it out.

Before Steve could finish, you saw a tall figure dressed in a black suit leap out from the trucks behind him. Suddenly, you were on your feet. Rushing to provide backup as the men exchanged false pleasantries.

“Y/n,” Steve said. It was kind, no malice present as he watched you stand beside Tony. A somber and bittersweet smile spread across his face.

“Hi Steve,” you said.

Your focus fizzled as they went at it. Your eyes darted around the lot, taking in all the cars, planes, jets, and helicopters. Every nook and cranny of the space had to be accounted for. Tony wasn’t dumb enough to confront Steve alone, why else would you be there? No doubt Steve had the same thoughts.

Your eyes narrowed in on the large glass windows of the building behind Captain America. A pair of red goggles caught your attention. With a deep breath, you focused, allowing your sight to harden and zoom in on the figure. A blue haze clouded the outskirts of your peripherals as your vision became clear. Up on the top level of the building stood Sam, Redwing close behind him. Beside him was a man you’d only caught quick glimpses of. James Buchanan Barnes, Steve’s best friend, the Winter Solider.

The last time you saw the man he was someone else. Dressed in harsh layers of leather, an assortment of guns strapped to his person, and a thick mask covering half of his face. Your chest tightened as you took him in now. You couldn’t put it into words, but he looked different. A good different.

You felt your focus being pulled back to the task at hand when you heard Tony begin to shout.

“Underoos!” He shouted.

You watched as Steve’s shield was yanked from his hands by a thick stream of web fluid. A flash of red and blue flew by, encasing his forearms and hands in the same material before landing on a cart with a flourish.

“Nice job, kid!” Tony said.

Tony had mentioned to you that he had a little bit of backup you wouldn’t know. But this was something else.

The “kid” before you began to ramble, his young voice slipping out as he thanked Tony for his new suit. You muffled your chuckle with your hand as you watched the two go at it, the boy showing just how starstruck he was.

“Cap-Captain, big fan. Spiderman,” he said, gesturing to himself. Tony continued to try to refocus the kid, but he seemed too awestruck. He continued to wave and greet everyone before his attention fell on you.

“Wow, you’re Dark Room,” the kid said as he gestured to you. Behind the mask, you just knew he was gawking. You couldn’t bite back your giggle as the boy stammered.

“You’re so cool, like one of my favorites!” he said.

“Thanks, kid,” you said, shooting him a friendly smile.

Spiderman continued to ramble on- how you were so cool and pretty, and had the best powers. You just rolled your eyes and smirked. The kid was a charmer. Tony seemed to be done, however.

“Okay, you can annoyingly flirt with her later. Just, good job,” he said, finally silencing the boy. You chuckled, shifting your focus back to the fight you never was coming.

You raced through the empty airport, chasing after Sam and Barnes as fast as you could. You knew the others had their hands full on the tarmac, someone had to stop Barnes from escaping. Spiderman was almost too eager to join you.

Finally catching them on the top floor, you paused as you watch Spiderman smash in through the window, knocking the two men down. With a small laugh, you made your way over. Just in time to catch some more of that Spiderman chatter.

“Whoa, you have a metal arm? That’s awesome dude!” He said, stopping Barnes’ fist with his hand.

“Kid!” You said, trying to get him to focus. Before you could reach him, you saw Sam begin to swoop in behind him.

“Don’t worry Ms, I’ve got this all hand-” he couldn’t finish before Sam flew in and snatched him from the ground. You could hear his snarky comments as Sam dragged him further through the airport.

While the two continued their spat, you paused in front of Barnes. For the first time, you could get a good look at him. He was tall, taller than you remembered. A good bit of stubble speckled across his jawline. No, you couldn’t even call it stubble. More like a soft beard.

His hair was the same as before, but frankly more fluffy and smooth. His expression was soft and less harsh than last time. But his eyes drew you in the most. So vibrant and wide. Taking in the fight as if the assassin had never seen one before. You scoffed, pulling his attention from the two fighting to you. His eyes roamed over you, head to toe, scanning you in his mind. Finally, he landed on your face, his eyes locking with yours. You prayed he didn’t catch your eyes glow from nerves. Damn, he was cute.

“Barnes, right?” You said, slowly walking over to him. You could see the anxiety written across his face as he took a small step back.

“And who are you?” he asked.

“Oh, you don’t know? I’m the girl you kicked in the ribs three years ago,” you said, with a smirk. Realization seemed to wash over him as if he was recalling thievery day right before your eyes.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t…I’m sorry,” he said. You continued to close in on him. “But I don’t do that stuff anymore.”

“Fair,” you said, stopping in your pursuit. He seemed to relax for a minute as your steps paused. “I mean that’s not what you’ll remember me for anyways.”

“What will I remember you for”

“Being the girl who drags your ass into custody,” before he could process what he said, you swung.

He dunked, narrowly avoiding your shot and backing away. Before you could make another move, he dove for your leg. His metal arm shot out, trying to knock you off your feet. He wasn’t quick enough for you, though. Suddenly his arm froze, twitching by your calf.

“What the hell?” he asked, trying to move his arm. He looked up to see the strong yellow glow emitted from your iris’ as you smirked at him.

“What? You didn’t think you were the only Hydra experiment, did you?” you said, smiling at him. His eyes were lost, looking at you again trying desperately to remember you. Digging through the jumbled mess of memories in his hand, hoping something would come up. He had to have known you.

“How are you doing this?” he asked, his look that of curiosity rather than fear. The emotion you were often met with. “Sensory manipulation. Sick huh?” you said with a smile. Before he could respond, you released his arm and gave him a soft kick in the chest, sending him back on his ass.

Barnes was quick to his feet, about to come back at you when a large sign fell from above you. You froze as the thick purple-colored steel came crashing down. Your feet were suddenly lifted from the floor, your body falling back away from the destruction. Two strong arms were wrapped around you, pinning you to the ground. Looking up, you saw Barnes.

Gently, he eased you to the floor, removing his arms from around you. You were stunned, lost for words. This was the same man who had bombed the UN just days before? You were pulled from your daze when you caught his cheeky smile.

Just as fast as he had saved you, he was gone. Racing off in the direction of Sam and Spiderman. You gathered yourself fast, jumping to your feet and brushing yourself off. Your legs carried you after him, as quickly as they could.

His thick silver arm grabbed some of the debris of the sign that had just tried to crush you. With precise aim, he launched the debris at Spiderman. The kid latched onto a nearby beam with his web fluid, just dodging the shot.

As you began to catch up to Barnes, ready to avenge yourself, you heard the kid shouting.

“Hey buddy I think you lost this!” he said.

You spotted Barnes hiding behind a pole, slowly peering out in surveillance. You stopped yourself as you saw the large debris flying straight back into the pole. Quickly, you ducked to the side to avoid the collision. Barnes ran, the sign smashing the pole behind him in sparks.

“Hey kid!” you shouted in annoyance as you got up. You spotted him perched on another beam up by the ceiling.

“Oh sorry, Ms! Didn’t see you there. I didn’t mean to hit your pretty face,” he said, frantically. When Sam came up behind him to knock him down, you almost chuckled. Somewhat deserved.

The two continued at it, Spiderman ultimately pinning Sam down by his arms against a railing. You caught sight of Barnes once again, giving the kid a nod of agreement as you went after him.

“He likes you, huh?” Barnes asked as you ran at him, swinging with a hard fist. You missed, him grabbing your arm and yanking you away from him. You flipped out of his hold, gaining your footing before charging back at him. Your eyes glowed as you focused on his hearing. The man was quickly doubling over, hands over his ears as he tried to stop the ringing you sent through his ears. While he was down, you ran up and kicked him down. Your hands found his, pinning him to the linoleum flooring below you.

“Jealous, pretty boy?” you asked, leaning in.

“Of a kid? I don’t think so,” he said. Your guard was down as you stared at his spirited blue eyes. Before you knew what was happening, you were on your back and Barnes was running towards Sam.

A crash caught your attention. You shook yourself off, stumbling up as you made your way to just below where Spiderman was perched. From your spot under the pole, you smirked, looking down to take in the kid’s work. A floor below you, surrounded by smashed glass, Sam and Barnes were stuck to the floor in web fluid. This time, you couldn’t hold in your laugh, a loud giggle escaping your lips at the sight.

Behind you, you could hear Spiderman rambling before suddenly being flung out the window by Redwing. You ran up to the railing to see Sam with his hand on the control. The two men were on their backs, surrounded by debris, and still had in them to trade snide remarks.

“You two bicker like an old married couple,” you said, crossing your arms and leaning forward to rest on the railing. Barnes rolled his eyes, you just sent him your best heart eyes.

“Please,” he said with a scoff.

“Lotta back talk from a guy who just got pinned by a teenager!” you said.

Sam signed before giving you a soft smile.

“Hey Y/n,” he said, his restrained hands giving you a small wave. You returned the gesture, taking a moment to catch up with your friend.

“Hey Sam,” you said.

“How’s your cat?” he asked. Barnes wore a confused look on his face as he watched the two of you. Two skilled fighters mid-confrontation taking a moment to chat about a goddamn cat.

“Good. How’s your partner?” you asked, gesturing to Barnes.

“Annoying,” Sam said with a grimace of frustration.

“Maybe, but he’s cute,” you said. Barnes’ attention quickly shot to you. Making eye contact with you from his place splayed out on the floor. You just shot him a wink before taking off, making your way to the stairs.

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feelin' this one today lads

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buckysfaveplum · 1 year

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pretty boy

summary: it's hard to focus on the task at hand when the assassin on team cap is highly captivating

pairing: bucky barnes x opinokinesis! female reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: literally just fluff, cute nervous blushing bucky, peter does try to flirt with reader but she just kinda laughs it off

a/n: this is based off this post right here by @rottenstyx !! i saw this and immediately was like yes yes i will be writting this! so all credit to them for the idea <3

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“Wow it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport, don’t you think that’s weird?” Tony asked, his mask shield opening to reveal his smug look.

“Totally weird,” Rodney said.

You chuckled as you watched the interaction from behind a parked helicopter. Tony advised you to hide, and only come out if things began to escalate.

“Y/n,” Steve said. It was kind, no malice present as he watched you stand beside Tony. A somber and bittersweet smile spread across his face.

“Hi Steve,” you said.

You felt your focus being pulled back to the task at hand when you heard Tony begin to shout.

“Underoos!” He shouted.

“Nice job, kid!” Tony said.

Tony had mentioned to you that he had a little bit of backup you wouldn’t know. But this was something else.

“Wow, you’re Dark Room,” the kid said as he gestured to you. Behind the mask, you just knew he was gawking. You couldn’t bite back your giggle as the boy stammered.

“You’re so cool, like one of my favorites!” he said.

“Thanks, kid,” you said, shooting him a friendly smile.

Spiderman continued to ramble on- how you were so cool and pretty, and had the best powers. You just rolled your eyes and smirked. The kid was a charmer. Tony seemed to be done, however.

“Okay, you can annoyingly flirt with her later. Just, good job,” he said, finally silencing the boy. You chuckled, shifting your focus back to the fight you never was coming.

“Whoa, you have a metal arm? That’s awesome dude!” He said, stopping Barnes’ fist with his hand.

“Kid!” You said, trying to get him to focus. Before you could reach him, you saw Sam begin to swoop in behind him.

“Barnes, right?” You said, slowly walking over to him. You could see the anxiety written across his face as he took a small step back.

“And who are you?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t…I’m sorry,” he said. You continued to close in on him. “But I don’t do that stuff anymore.”

“Fair,” you said, stopping in your pursuit. He seemed to relax for a minute as your steps paused. “I mean that’s not what you’ll remember me for anyways.”

“What will I remember you for”

“Being the girl who drags your ass into custody,” before he could process what he said, you swung.

“What the hell?” he asked, trying to move his arm. He looked up to see the strong yellow glow emitted from your iris’ as you smirked at him.

As you began to catch up to Barnes, ready to avenge yourself, you heard the kid shouting.

“Hey buddy I think you lost this!” he said.

“Hey kid!” you shouted in annoyance as you got up. You spotted him perched on another beam up by the ceiling.

“Oh sorry, Ms! Didn’t see you there. I didn’t mean to hit your pretty face,” he said, frantically. When Sam came up behind him to knock him down, you almost chuckled. Somewhat deserved.

The two continued at it, Spiderman ultimately pinning Sam down by his arms against a railing. You caught sight of Barnes once again, giving the kid a nod of agreement as you went after him.

“Jealous, pretty boy?” you asked, leaning in.

“Of a kid? I don’t think so,” he said. Your guard was down as you stared at his spirited blue eyes. Before you knew what was happening, you were on your back and Barnes was running towards Sam.

“You two bicker like an old married couple,” you said, crossing your arms and leaning forward to rest on the railing. Barnes rolled his eyes, you just sent him your best heart eyes.

“Please,” he said with a scoff.

“Lotta back talk from a guy who just got pinned by a teenager!” you said.

Sam signed before giving you a soft smile.

“Hey Y/n,” he said, his restrained hands giving you a small wave. You returned the gesture, taking a moment to catch up with your friend.

“Hey Sam,” you said.

“How’s your cat?” he asked. Barnes wore a confused look on his face as he watched the two of you. Two skilled fighters mid-confrontation taking a moment to chat about a goddamn cat.

“Good. How’s your partner?” you asked, gesturing to Barnes.

“Annoying,” Sam said with a grimace of frustration.

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