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Muscle Memory : Chapter Eleven

Pairing: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS Restaurant Owner Bucky Barnes x Cardiac Surgeon Female Reader Alternate Universe

Summary: In a town that never forgets , she thought she could hide the bruises behind a perfect smile and life. But someone from her past sees too much—and remembers everything. sorry its so vague just don't want to give too much away!

Word Count: 4.5k+

Chapter Warnings: TW: GRAPHIC PHYSICAL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!!! Fluffy cuteness then straight pure angst : Emotional manipulation , jealousy , possessiveness (Tyler) , just over all intense emotional / mental and physical abuse to reader by Tyler

A/N , PLEASE READ : well , heres the peak in our story...Holy cows what did i just write...I understand how heavy these topics are and i am in no way romanticizing them , these are real world , real life problems i'm simply bringing awareness too. Take care of yourself bbys and don't worry , it ends good!

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The golden late afternoon light melted and poured over the edge of the cities valleys , homes , and skyline as Y/N stood outside Buck’s. She began watching through the glass windows , as they caught the sun ; like a spotlight on something holy and sacred. 

The inside of the place glowed and bloomed with warmth , the low buzz of movement and activity. It was just a few of the staff moving quickly and all about , prepping the backroom for Wanda’s “final-final rehearsal,” as she called it , in her frantic group chat sent just only a few hours ago.

Wanda had said in the message it would be casual. Quick. Just one more run-through now that her twin brother Pietro was in town from Europe and—in her own words , a perfectionist like her deserved at least one last test run for her most special day.

Y/N had luckily been able to leave the hospital early when she got the text , her shift ending just after three.

She didn’t have time to go home and change , so she walked in with her hair in a low bun and her soft dark blue scrubs still faintly smelling of antiseptic and whatever scent of soap the hospital used.

Buck’s felt quieter today than its usual feel. Calmer. Just her and it's soon to be filled –emptiness.

She wandered past the main dining room toward the hallway that led to the kitchen and some stairs to what she was guessing was Bucky’s office or maybe a supply room.

The soft music playing overhead the restaurant—a soft piano instrumental she vaguely recognized from the early 2000s , swirled in her mind as she hummed along.

Her intention wasn’t to snoop or poke around. It wasn’t even to explore. But when her feet carried her up the stairs she passed Bucky’s office and noticed the door half-open , something about it tugged at her legs , pulling , urging her to walk right in.

Inside the office was cozy. Lived-in. Homey. The delicate scent of cedar and cinnamon clung to the air , likely from a candle burning low on a corner shelf. The desk was tidy , but not anywhere near sterile. Framed photos cluttered the back shelf behind his chair—some of Alpine snuggled in bed or one of her outside with a flower resting on top her head. There were also some of him and Sam at what looked like a fishing or camping trip on the docs , in what she guessed was Sam's hometown in Louisiana. Others were of Bucky and Rebecca with their mom , Winifred proudly smiling at the camera happily and posed.

But one specfic one caught her attention.

Hung on the wall , right above Alpines cat tree , was a photograph clipped to twine with an old wooden clothespin ; a date written in sharpie scribbled on the wood. The photo was sun-worn , a little faded , but still the picture was vivid and lively.

It was of them.

Her and Bucky. Senior year spring break. She remembered the day like it had been etched into her soul and spirit.

She remembered the lake was colder than it looked in the picture , and Bucky had been the first to cannonball right in--

“Come on , scaredy cat!” he shouted from the water , laughing as he wiped his wavy wet hair from his face. His voice bounced off the tree line , back to where she stood barefoot at the edge of the rocky cliff  , arms crossed over her bathing suit clad body.

“I’m not scared,” she grinned , adjusting the hem of Bucky's oversized shirt that doubled as a cover-up. “I just don’t wanna get hypothermia.”

“It’s 72 degrees!”

“In the air! The water is like 50!” She gestured dramatically around her pointing at the air then to the lake.

“God , you’re dramatic,” he laughed , and dove back under , surfacing with a smug smirk , water rolling off his toned and tanned chest. “C’mon , I’ll catch you dolly”

She rolled her eyes but inched her toes closer , the stone cool beneath her feet.

“One,” he started , holding his arms open.

“I swear to God , Barnes—”

“Two…”

“Don’t count me down—!”

“Three!”

She squealed as she jumped in , arms flailing in the air until the water engulfed her completely , icy and sharp like pins along her skin. But when she broke the surface , gasping , she was met with Bucky’s triumphant grin as he splashed toward her playfully. 

“I hate you,” she sputtered , teeth chattering as she pawed and clutched to his torso.

“You love me.” He beamed grabbing around her , hoisting her up.

“Unfortunately.” She wrapped her legs around his hips seeking his security and heat. Her head fell resting right under his chin as he ket them afloat.

They swam and played around until their skin turned to pruned goosebumps , and the sun dipped lower behind the trees , casting long orange and pink shadows across the lake’s glassy surface. 

Once they got out and , after dinner by the fire pit ; bucky made them , they’d snuck off from the friend group—just the two of them—curled up in a borrowed sleeping bag , whispering and giggling under the stars.

His thumb had traced over her knuckles , slow and reverent,  like she was something preicous , like he was storing this very moment as memory.

He kissed the long white scar along her shoulder , laying his head against hers.

“Promise me ,” he whispered into the night.

“Promise you what?” she’d peeked down at him , kissing his temple.

“That no matter where we end up—college , life , whatever—we won’t forget this.”

"Okay , I promise"

His lips curled into a lopsided smirk , leaning in sealing their words like wax , lips tangled and pressed.

-She remembered that kiss. Soft. Careful. Like it was muscle memory for them to love each other.-

“Hey love birds say “SPRING BREAK” Their friend Zander came bounding over with a camera and stuck it right in their face taking the candid photo as she squealed and Bucky cursed their friend away giggling in her neck.

“You remember that trip?”

Y/N’s hand gently ghosted over the edge of the frame smiling to herself. She didn’t hear the footsteps that approached , didn’t realize she wasn’t alone.

She turned around fast tripping over her own feet , cheeks instantly pink , to see him in the doorway , brows slightly raised and a dish towel tucked into his back pocket.

“I—sorry. The door was cracked, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine.” He walked in casually , shutting the door behind him leaving it to be just the two of them together. “Didn’t think anyone was here yet , saw the office light one , thought I left it.”

She stepped aside , still flustered , eyes flickering toward the photo pointing to it.

“You kept it?”

“’Course I did.” His voice was softened , warm and ripping with nostalgia. “You think I’d throw out the best memory I’ve got of that trip? One of the many I have of you?”

Her throat tightened as they stood in the middle of the room , a few feet of distance between them , eyes locked like two planets caught in each other’s orbit.

“I was thinking about that trip the other day actually , It was the last one we took before….everything”

“You mean before we stopped talking?” He cut in , words like a hot knife slicing through.

“Before life got loud , I guess…. before we became...I don't know adults.”

Bucky leaned against the edge of his desk making it squeak a bit under his weight , his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“You were always better at saying goodbye than I was.”

She hung her head low looking down , twisting and wringing her fingers. “I didn’t want to say goodbye Bucky. It was just... everything moved so fast. Us. My dad. The scholarship. You were the one who decided-”

“I know.” He paused , taking a deep needed inhale closing his eyes. “You don’t have to explain.”

The day she got the call she was with Bucky.

They had just got home from their trip when her phone rang as he unloaded their bags and camping supplies from the truck. She answered not recognizing the number , but when it was her school counselor saying she got a full ride scholarship to the her number one schoool in the country , she had cried.

Her dreams of being more then : the poor girl who's drunk dad beat on her for fun , was finally reachable. She thanked the caller and jumped into Bucky's arms pepperig his face with kisses telling him the news.

He was so happy for her in that moment - for her dreams. But later that night after a celebratory dinner with friend when he was alone at home in his own thoughts he was consumed by fear.

Bucky broke things off a few days before she left , in his mind he was thinking she deserved more—more stability , more ambition , less small-town life , less of him weighing her down. He was afraid she would feel obligated to stay for him when that was the last thing he knew she wanted so he ended it.

He thought he was doing the “right thing,” even though it tore him up inside. No one saw or knew how badly the separation took on him except Sam ,who was the one that had to drag him out of bed to attend his classes and when he did maybe miss cause he was up all night crying the night before- Sam was there to at least get the dude to shower and eat.

Silence stretched between them as they stood silent and alone.

“I’m sorry Bucky,” Her voice was cracked.

“For what I said at Wanda’s. Before everything with your mom.”

He tilted his head shaking it. “I didn’t take it personally.”

“I meant what I said that day. About how complicated everything is. But I never wanted to hurt you. Especially not like that , not with what I said.”

He stepped closer , slow and deliberate--calculating his every move. “I’ve been hurt worse Y/N.”

“I haven’t ,” she whispered.

That froze him mid step.

Her , the girl who has gotten more punches from her loved ones than MMA fighters get in their entire careers , the girl whose heart is so shattered and picked apart there should be caution tape surrounding it , that very same girl--

Saying her hurting him , was the worst pain she's ever felt.

Their eyes met again , his soft and blue , hers closed off and gloomey , there in the matching gaze was that same unbreakable ache.

That magnetic pull. That ocean and flooding of years of longing and something so close to love it scared her.

He lifted a hand slowly , stopping , hesitating to pull back , but when he saw her subtle shift towards him , he continued  brushing a stray piece of hair that fell on her cheek.

His fingers hovered just inches away from her skin so close he cpuld feel the warmth.

She leaned into it , into him giving him the most subtle nod.

So did he.

Their faces closing the gap , inches from the other , breaths mingled. Noses nearly touching. Lips parted. Leaning in for the others taste-

“Y/N?”

Tyler’s voice boomed downstairs like a lions mighty m angry roar.

They froze.

“Y/N?” louder now. Closer. Footsteps approaching quickly up the steps.

She stepped back from him , jumping apart from Bucky just as Tyler’s shadow loomed into the doorway.

His eyes immediately scanned the scene: her standing inside Bucky’s office. Bucky behind his desk. The door shut.

And he knew what his eyes saw.

But Bucky saw the way Tyler’s jaw tightened. The subtle twitch of his knuckles. And the way Y/N’s body went rigid , shoulders tight , like a dog sensing thunder.

Bucky glanced at her once , then stepped forward and opened the door wider.

“Hey,” Bucky said smoothly , masking the tension that flooded the room and air. “Rehearsal’s not for another hour. You guys are early.”

“Yeah,” Tyler said , eyes still fixed on Y/N not moving from her. “Thought I’d beat traffic.”

Y/N forced a small smile. “I got off at three a-and was just... looking for the bathroom.”

“Found it in the office?” Tyler asked , his voice too polite , laced with underlying venom.

She nodded tightly , shrugging. “Got turned around.”

Bucky said nothing. Neither did Tyler. But everything had already been said.

Y/N scurried out of the office to the downstairs where everyone else will be slowly joining. Tyler followed with another up and down look at Bucky as he stood there , shoulder pulled back and tall.

The air sifted in the quaint , sun-drenched restaurant that held an odd mix of anticipation and nerves. Tomorrow was the big day. Today , it was just the final run through. 

Wanda’s voice echoed from the back dining room as she entered.

"Okay  , Pietro—Pietro—you cannot wear sneakers with your suit tomorrow. I don’t care how comfortable they are, you’ll ruin the photos.”

Y/N smiled , walking toward the voice.

“Y/N!” Wanda called from across the room , hands on her hips and wearing a soft ivory jumpsuit that screamed bride to be. Her cheeks were flushed with the stress of trying to make everything perfect, and her auburn hair was curled in perfect ringlets , a few strands pinned back loosely.

“Thank God , you’re here and early. I swear , my brother is going to be the death of me.”

Pietro popped up from behind the bar holding a sugar packet and grinned. “Don’t listen to her. I’m the fun in functional.” His smirk was large and his accent thick.

Vision stood near the end of the long dining table , straightening out place cards with impressive precision. “I do believe that saying should be illegal,” He didn't even look up at his brother in law.

Y/N laughed again at the familiar banter as she set her purse down on one of the high-back chairs. “This looks incredible , Wanda. The flowers , the layout—everything.”

“Wait till you see the dessert table,” Wanda beamed, grabbing Y/N’s hand. “But first—we rehearse , now where is-.”

Just then , the door behind her creaked open.

“Speak of the devil,” Wanda whispered , eyes flicking behind Y/N.

“Bucky! Tyler!” Wanda called , her tone a little too cheery. “Perfect timing.”

“Sorry,” Bucky said , rubbing the back of his neck as he sauntered down the stairs.

“I brought wine,” Tyler added , holding up the carrier like it was a prize. “Merlot , per bride’s request”

Wanda waved her hands like a conductor gathering her orchestra. “Thank you Tyler , alright. everyone in positions. Pietro, Vision—aisle. Y/N, Bucky—you’re walking together. Just like tomorrow.”

Tyler’s jaw ground at the realization of the wedding party. Y/N felt it before she saw it. She glanced up at Bucky , who offered a small nod. No smirk. No teasing. Just… steady.

They moved into place near the main entry , just beside the long exposed-brick wall Wanda decorated with eucalyptus garlands and twinkling lights.

The pianist—yes, Wanda had brought one in for rehearsal—began playing the soft chords of the processional.

Vision walked first , with a dignified stride. Then Pietro—off-beat , chewing and popping bubble gum , grinning.

Then it was Y/N and Bucky’s turn.

Her arm slipped into the crook of his , and for a moment , the rest of the room faded. His touch was familiar again. His cologne—cedar wood and something faintly citrusy—brought back summers and childhood and lake water. She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath until they reached the altar area and he glanced down at her.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she lied , exhaling.

Tyler’s poisoness eyes followed them the entire walk.

Once everyone was assembled , Vision cleared his throat. “And now we pretend to say ‘I do.’”

Wanda giggled , brushing fake tears from her eyes. “Wow , I feel married already.”

“Should we run the reception entrance again?” Pietro called from behind them , where he had already begun dancing.

Wanda sighed dramatically. “We can skip that part—unless anyone forgot how to dance?”

A round of laughter followed. Tyler walked up beside Y/N , slipping his arm around her waist as he leaned in, voice too low for anyone else to hear. “You two looked cozy , like the good ol' days huh?”

Y/N’s stomach flipped as she shrugged him off. “It’s just the rehearsal.”

“Mhm,” he said , pressing a stiff hard kiss to her temple.

Dinner followed the finally perfected rehersal after the final walk-through—catered , served buffet style on the patio under strands fairy lights. Tyler kept Y/N close all evening. One hand on her waist. Another always on her shoulder or arm , even when she tried to lean toward the conversation.

Bucky stayed across from them at the table , caught between Pietro’s stories and Wanda’s ongoing checklist.

Still , his eyes flicked to her more times than she could count.

After a delicious dessert , most of the guests began to disperse from the restaurant. Wanda handed out mini itineraries , Pietro tried to steal more than one cupcake , and Vision politely reminded them all of the early call time here tomorrow.

As they said their goodbyes , Bucky stood near the front of the restaurant by the large oak doors , holding them open for everyone as they left.

Y/N turned , catching his eyes one last time before exiting.

He gave her a small , tired smile. “See you tomorrow , doll.”

She opened her mouth , but Tyler’s hand found hers , pulling her toward the car before she could respond.

“Bye, Bucky,” she called quickly over her shoulder , voice quieter than she intended.

And just like that , the car door slammed shut behind her.

Tyler didn't speak a word as they said their hurried goodbyes to everyone else. His silence was a weighted thing , a suffocating blanket that descended the moment they stepped into the car. 

The air conditioner hummed , the only sound , yet it felt charged with unspoken fury. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. She knew this silence. She dreaded it. It was worse than the yelling , because it meant he was coiling , preparing to snap and strike like a cobra.

"Tyler?" She ventured , voice barely a sound. "Are you okay , honey? The rehearsal went well , didn't it?"

He didn't answer her. Just drove , eyes fixed on the road. His jaw clenching and unclenching , hard enough to break teeth and bone.

Her stomach churned , a cold dread spreading through her veins. The sweet anticipation of tomorrow curdled into pure terror. She knew , with sickening certainty , that the storm was coming.

She should have stayed with Bucky , God she wants nothing more then to be with him right now.

When he pulled into the driveway of their shared house , he didn't even park properly , just slammed the car into gear , the tires screeching with a jolt on the concrete. 

He was out of the car before she could even unbuckle her seatbelt , storming towards the front door.

She fumbled with the keys , fingers suddenly clumsy ,  heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

She barely had the door shut behind her when his hand shot out , grabbing her arm , his fingers digging into the flesh. "What the hell was that?" His voice was low , dangerous , a poisonous hiss.

"What – what are you talking about , Tyler?" She stammered out , pulling back instinctively.

He twisted her arm harshly at the movement , bringing her face close to his. His eyes were animalistic , blazing with a rage she knew all too well. "Don't play innocent and childish with me! You and him! That little performance , those looks , that secret between you."

"Tyler, no! There was nothing! It was just Bucky , he was being nice—"

"Nice?!" He snarled , his grip tightening. "That's what you call it? Batting your eyes at him , letting him flirt with you in his office , practically hooking up right there in the damn restaurant?!"

"No! Tyler, no! That's not what happened!" Tears pricked her eyes , the familiar fear rising. "We were just talking, we were being polite, he's in the wedding too , he's my friend—"

He shoved her hard. She stumbled backwards , crashing into the coat rack , pain shooting up her arm. Before she could regain her balance , he was on her again , his face contorted with fury. 

"Don't you lie to me! I saw you! Every time you looked at him , every time he whispered something in your ear and you giggled! You think I'm stupid?!"

"I didn't…! I didn't do anything!" She cried , trying to scramble away. Her voice pleading , desperate. "Please, Tyler, stop! You're hurting me!"

He didn't stop. He grabbed her hair, yanking it back, forcing her eyes to meet his. "You liked it , didn't you? You liked him looking at you that way! You still want him , don't you , you little whore?"

"No! Never! Tyler, please, I love you! I'm marrying you!" The hypocrisy of her words, even in terror , felt like a fresh wound.

The words "Just survive" played like a broken record in her head.

His hand lashed out , a searing slap across her face that sent her head snapping sideways. Her ears rang , and the metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth. He let go the grip he had on her hair , only to grab her shoulder next , shaking violently.

"You think that means anything to me now? After watching you practically screw him with your eyes all night long?!"

Another slap , this one harder , splitting her lip completely. She cried out , a guttural sound of pain and despair. She tried to push him away again , hands weakly batting at his chest , but he was too strong , too consumed by his anger.

He dragged her across the living room floor ,  knees scraping painfully against the hardwood. She screamed out , tears streaming down her face, begging him to stop. "Tyler, please! Stop! You're hurting me! I didn't do anything!"

He threw her against the kitchen counter , the impact knocking the air out right out of her lungs. A sharp pain bloomed and spread. She crumpled to the floor , gasping , trying to curl into a ball to protect herself. But there was no protection. Not from him.

"Get up!" he growled grabbing her arm again , yanking her to her feet. Her vision swam , the room spinning and blurring. He slammed her against the refrigerator , pain exploding in her back. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

His hand closed around her throat , not tight enough to choke , but enough to convey the threat , enough to make her gasp for air. 

"You think you can make a fool out of me? In front of everyone? Especially in front of him?" His face was inches from hers , his eyes burning with a hateful fire. "You think I didn't see him looking at you like that? And you just ate it up , didn't you?"

"No," She choked out , tears and snot running down her face as she clawed at his hand wrapped around her neck. "Tyler, please, I swear—"

He released her throat only to punch her in the stomach. The air rushed out of her , as she doubled over ,  a wretched , keening sound escaping her swollen lips.

She fell to her knees , sobbing , body wracked with pain. 

This was different. This was worse than usual. He had never hit her like this before , not with this cold , brutal intensity. Every nerve ending in her body screamed. Anytime he hit her she was afraid , afraid of the bruises , a swollen eye maybe , but this time , for the first time ever.

She was afraid fo her life.

He didn't let up. He kicked her side , a dull,  sickening thud. She cried out,  voice hoarse from the terror and screaming. He grabbed her hair again, dragging her head back, then smashed it against the cold , hard tile floor. Darkness flickered at the edges of my vision.

"You're mine!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the kitchen, a distorted, cruel sound. "You belong to me! And if you ever look at another man like that again, if you ever make me look like a fool again, I'll do worse than this! You hear me?!"

"Yes," She whimpered, "Yes, Tyler, please, stop, I hear you, I understand. Please, don't. Please." her pleas were futile, falling on deaf ears , built on pure survival.

He kicked her again , hard , in the ribs , then in the leg. She curled up , trying to shield herself from his blows , but there was no escaping the blinding pain, the terror. 

Her body felt like a broken , battered mess. Every breath was agony. Blood ran from her  nose,  split lip, staining her scrubs. Her hair was disheveled,  face swollen, eyes caked with tears.

He stood over  her , panting, his chest heaving, his face red and slick with sweat , a twisted satisfaction in his eyes. "This is your warning. Tomorrow, you walk down that aisle with him but after we are moving out of this city , you're mine. Got it?"

She could only give him a nod , a small , weak movement of her head, body unresponsive, trembling uncontrollably.

He spat on the floor next to her head. "Good. Don't disappoint me again."

Then , he turned on his heel. She heard the scuff of his dress shoes , the sound of a bag being packed then the click of the front door , and then the deafening , final SLAM that reverberated through the house , through her bones, seeming to tear the very air apart.

Silence. A heavy, suffocating silence.

She lay there still , on the cold , hard kitchen floor , amidst shattered pieces of what she thought was her life. Body screaming with an agony she had never known. 

Every muscle , every bone , every inch of her skin throbbed. Blood pooled beneath her head, warm and sticky. Ribs burned with a sharp , piercing pain that made breathing a shallow, painful effort. Her nose was undoubtedly bruised. Her face felt swollen beyond recognition.

Tears still streamed from her eyes , mingling with the blood and grime , washing paths through the dust on her cheeks. She was sobbing, not just from the physical pain, but from the utter, soul-crushing despair. There was no tomorrow. Not for a wedding. Not for her , she thought.

Slowly, agonizingly, she extended a trembling hand , searching blindly for her phone that was thrown on impact. It had to be here. It had fallen from her pocket when he’d thrown her.

her fingers brushed against something hard, cold. She fumbled, grasping it, bringing it shakily into the line of sight.

The screen was a spiderweb of cracks , completely shattered. Black lines bled across the display , the glass sharp and jagged. It was broken. Irreparably broken. Just like her.

A fresh wave of desperate , hopeless sobs wracked her body. She couldn't call anyone. She couldn't call Bucky. The one person , the only person, who could help her. The last thread of hope , the lifeline she hadn't even realized she was clinging to so hard , snapped.

She lay there, curled on the cold floor,  body a symphony of pain,  mind a storm.

The world spun , darkening at the edges and littered with spots. The sobs slowly quieted, replaced by shallow, ragged breaths and nauseous heaves.

The pain was too much. The world was too much.

I have to get up. I have to get out.

But her body didn’t move. It couldn’t.

So she did the only thing she could. She lay there, staring at the darkened hallway , breathing as shallowly as she could. Her mouth moved silently , lips forming his name without sound.

“Bucky…”

As she closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her , the plague was interrupted by a buzzing.

Over and over again , a buzz after another. Before she could find the sound and where it was coming from , her body and soul surrendered its last energy -pulling her into the blackened void.

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Muscle Memory Series Masterlist

Restaurant Owner!Bucky Barnes x Cardio Surgeon!Reader

Status: on going - Trope: childhood friend to lovers - Content - fluff and angst

Series Summary: In a town that never forgets , she thought she could hide the bruises behind a perfect smile and life. But someone from her past sees too much—and remembers everything. sorry its so vague just don't want to give too much away!

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve…

Chapter Thirteen…

Chapter Fourteen…

Chapter Fifteen…

Epilogue…

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making bucky a politician is one of the most insane choices the MCU has ever made but you know what. sure. i'm here for it

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i want 50 avengers tower fanfics of the thunderbolts on my desk by morning do you hear me

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Miss Navy! What if the reader joined the thunderbolts and fooled around with Bucky?

Bahaha. I have a thot, nonnie.

Not Exactly a Secret

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are really good teammates... and more.

Word Count: Over 1.1k

Warnings: Kissing, implied smut, humor, team bonding (kind of), Thunderbolts spoilers, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Using this beautiful @nixakimbo edit for reasons (you know why if you've seen Thunderbolts!). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

In hindsight, they all should've seen it coming.

You were the last to join the team and easy to get along with. You could roll with the punches and keep up with Alexei, put John in his place when he stepped out of line, sympathize with Bob, and have a blast with Yelena and Ava. Hell, you even congratulated Bucky on his six month stint as a Congressman and swore he made a difference. He admired your kindness. He admired you.

The team thought Bucky was just being extra welcoming since he always found an excuse to be around you. If you offered to cook for the team, he was beside you in the kitchen ready to help. If you wanted to spar, he dropped what he was doing to go to the training room. And if you suggested a movie night, he sat next to you with your favorite snacks ready to go and a blanket in case you got cold.

Everyone noticed that Bucky smiled more when you were around. He laughed more, too. Turned to you for advice and didn't mind staying up late to chat or exchange books. Your room also happened to be beside his and he spent a lot of time in there, more than a regular teammate should.

The recent movie night you snuggled against him and started to doze off. If anyone else had tried to snuggle with him there was a chance they'd lose a hand, but not you. “Mmm. You're so good to me, Bucky,” you said when he picked you up.

“You know me. Just being a good teammate,” he replied, holding you close the way a boyfriend would and not at all like a teammate.

Yeah, they should’ve seen it coming.

Bob stumbled upon you by accident. He had forgotten his hoodie in the common room after one of the movie nights and froze when he spotted you and Bucky making out on the couch. He stood there for a full minute torn because he wanted to get his hoodie back, but he didn't want to interrupt. He ultimately decided against it when Bucky pushed you back on the cushions. On top of his hoodie.

“I’ll just… I’ll get it tomorrow. And I’ll wash it. Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he mumbled as he went back to his room.

You were kind enough to wash it yourself the next day and offered to buy him a new one, but he declined. It was nice that you offered. And he was happy because he saw how happy you made Bucky.

Yelena caught the two of you in the training room. For a moment it looked like Bucky was trying a new move on you and she almost asked him to show her how it was done. Tilting her head after a few seconds, she realized what she was seeing wasn't a defense move at all. If there was any doubt, the grunt he let out and the moan you gave him in response when some clothes were moved aside told her very loud and clear what was happening. And it would've been rude to stay and watch.

“Oh, I'm not sparring on that mat again,” she muttered.

She did spar on it again after Bucky cleaned it twice.

Ava didn't catch the two of you doing anything. She phased in the kitchen one day while Bucky was eating and making a mess. The exasperated look on your face when you tossed him a paper towel was adorable, as was the smile you two exchanged. Bucky never looked that soft around anyone else.

“You eat pussy like that?” Ava asked to get a rise out of Bucky when another drop of sauce hit his shirt.

“Yeah, he does,” you said without skipping a beat.

Ava laughed, thinking it was a joke at first, before she caught Bucky staring you down and licking his lips. You bit your lip and Ava almost phased out of the room to give you two some privacy. You beat her to it by sauntering out of the room with a smirk, the super soldier hot on your tail and leaving his mess behind.

“Thank you for not using the counter since we eat here!” Ava called out after the two of you.

Bucky had you on the counter the next day so he could eat, too.

Alexei found the two of you in his limo tangled up in each other. You couldn't explain why you and Bucky decided to fool around in there, but you wanted to have some fun and the limo was there. And it was clean. The Red Guardian wasn't at all upset. In fact, he felt honored that the Winter Soldier wanted to have sex in his limo and blasted “Pony” to set the mood.

“That’s what I talk about!” he cheered before Yelena dragged him away.

She also decided then and there that she’d always ride in the front seat of the limo.

John was the last to know, which surprised no one. After a successful mission, he realized neither you nor Bucky had answered a question he asked. Whatever smartass comment he began died in his throat when Bucky unashamedly kissed you. There was nothing gentle or chaste about it. It was a deep, filthy kiss and he felt like a perv watching.

Bucky must've thought something similar since he gave John the finger all while he continued to kiss you and you gripped his hair.

“Are you guys…” John trailed off since the rest of the group didn't seem at all surprised by the display. “Wait, did everyone know? Was I the only one who didn't know?”

“Yes, dime store Captain America.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Everyone knew.”

Whether it was the insult of being the last to know, John looked offended. “Even Bobby? And since when did the two of them become a thing?”

Bucky broke the kiss to glare at the blonde. “Yeah, asshole, Bob knew,” he replied.

“And it wasn't really a secret. We just hadn't officially announced it,” you said, giggling when Bucky’s lips found yours again.

Apparently the display was the official announcement.

“I really did know,” Bob smiled before he cleared his throat. “I, uh, found them in the common room.”

“Training room,” Yelena said.

Ava nodded. “Kitchen.”

“Limo!” Alexei shouted, hitting his chest. “My limo.”

“Jesus Christ,” John muttered.

Bob shrugged. “I think they make a good couple.”

“Of course, you do,” Yelena said, a small smile forming on her face as you and Bucky carried on. “I think so, too.”

Yeah, lovelies. Loved the film. Not at all sorry. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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24: THE SPACE BETWEEN US

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Summary: Bucky struggles with regret, trying desperately to communicate with you, but every attempt is met with silence— until you leave him a message of your own. As your friendships remain strained and trust shattered, Bucky takes a step toward making amends. Meanwhile, an unexpected visitor reminds you that even in grief, you don’t have to be alone.

Warnings: Angst, emotional distress, strained friendships, themes of betrayal, mentions of past deception.

Word Count: 3518

It had been a long two weeks for Bucky. He tried repeatedly to talk to you in any way possible, short of forcing himself through your door. He knocked every day, sent you text after text until he noticed that you weren’t even reading them anymore.

Finally he decided to write it all down. He sat at his kitchen table, an untouched bottle of beer sweating next to him. It was almost two in the morning and the sound of traffic outside his window had finally died down. His hand hovered over a piece of paper, the pen in his hand tapping against the page in a nervous manner. His fingers on his vibranium hand twitched softly as he resisted the urge to crumple it up and throw it in the trash.

There was already a pile of balled up pages on the floor where he had started over four times. Every time, the words felt wrong, or impersonal. Like it was too little and too late.

But if this was his last chance, he would be damned before he let it slip away.

He took in a deep breath and then exhaled sharply, forcing himself to hold the pen and write. He had never been good with words, not like Sam was now or Steve had been. His specialty in the past has been charm, but that wasn’t what you were looking for now, it was about finding the perfect thing to say— it was about telling you the truth.

With every word, every sentence, his chest tightened, making the events that had transpired feel more real. The way he had hurt you, the way you had looked at him, like a stranger instead of a friend, instead of a partner.

He pressed harder against the page as he signed his name, creating a blot of ink next to the ‘Y’. He knew he had no right to ask you anything, let alone read this letter. But he owed you an explanation.

He stared at the finished product, not daring to read the words back for fear of getting cold feet. But he could see how uneven his writing had become from how his hand shook while he wrote. Slowly, he folded the paper, his thumb and forefinger running over the crease, lingering at the edge for a moment before he stood up.

His throat felt tight, as he stood in the hallway outside your apartment door. There was silence in the building except for Alpine purring around his feet. He bent down and scooped the cat into his chest.

“What do you think, girl?”

He let the feline sniff the letter before she gave him a look of disgust.

“Yeah, girl, I know. But I don’t have any other choice.”

Alpine climbed onto his shoulder and he bent down and pushed the letter under your door before he had the chance to second-guess himself. He returned to his apartment and settled down on the floor in front of the television.

Would you read the letter? Would you tear it up? Would you ever forgive him?

He sighed. This wasn’t about him anymore.

The same two weeks were as agonizing for you as they were for Bucky. Your phone screen time had gone up dramatically as you spent hours staring at the tiny device. It wasn’t only the bright light that was affecting your sleep, it was the maelstrom of negative emotions that waged a war for dominance of your attention.

It was 11 AM on a Saturday morning, and normally you’d have already been to the gym and showered to start your day, but today you could barely bring yourself to get out of bed to use the toilet. You stared down at your phone, thumb hovering over the keyboard as you typed out message after message in the Power of Three group chat, only to delete them before hitting send.

Finally, you forced yourself to press send.

11:11 AM - You: Can we talk? Please.

11:11 AM - You: I know you guys are mad, and I don’t blame you. But I miss you both.

11:12 AM - You: I didn’t know, you guys. I swear I didn’t know. I would never have brought him if I did.

11:12 AM - You: I’m so sorry.

The messages were marked as read almost instantly, but no one replied. Aditi, the one person in your group who always had an opinion, stayed eerily silent. And Hanna, the peacekeeper, didn’t rush to smooth over your transgressions.

11:15 AM - You: I love you.

You texted before putting your phone down, a tear slipping down your cheek. Crawling out of bed, you decided to take a shower and try to work on some commission designs. But as soon as you sat down with your tablet, you couldn’t concentrate. Your mind drifting back to the way Aditi looked at you, like you were just as bad as Bucky. And the disappointment in Hanna’s eyes. It made your heart ache.

Hours passed by with nothing. And just when you were ready to give up hope altogether, your phone vibrated. You snatched up your phone to find a message from Hanna.

3:57 PM - Hanna: I’m not mad at you. Just… disappointed. I don’t understand why you thought you had to pretend. I thought we told each other everything.

3:57 PM - You: I know. And I hate that I hurt you. Please can we just talk?

Hanna didn’t reply right away, but her answer gave you some hope.

4:14 PM - Hanna: I’ll let you know when I’m ready.

Aditi, on the other hand, hadn’t said a word.

Bucky didn’t know what else to do. It was coming up to a month since you’d last spoken to him. You showed no signs of wanting to speak to him. He had stopped knocking on your door. His text messages went unanswered. Calls sent to voicemail. And on the off chance you met in the corridor, you went out of your way to take the stairs to avoid him. You showed no signs of having read the letter he had left.

In short, he was running out of options to reach you.

So he decided to go back to basics.

The little whiteboard on your door was still there— the one the two of you had shared notes and jokes on when you’d started out in this doomed venture. The last thing you’d scrawled on it was “Don’t stay up too late, grumpy pants” was still there, albeit a little smudged.

Now, it felt like the only form of communication he had left.

So, he rubbed off your writing and uncapped the marker, writing the only thing that would fit.

I’M SORRY.

It didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how he felt… but it was all he had. He stood there in the hallway, gripping the marker so tight, his knuckles were turning white. He let out a shaky sigh as he replaced the marker and turned back to his door.

The next morning, Bucky opened his door.  There was a crunch under his feet. When he looked down… there it was. Snapped in half.

He crouched down, picking up the pieces, he ran his fingers over the jagged edges of the broken plastic.

He turned it over and saw the smudged angry writing.

One piece had the letters

TED YOU

He frowned and turned over the second half.

I TRUS

He put the pieces together with shaking hands.

I TRUSTED YOU.

The marker had bled over some of the letters where you’d pressed too hard. He could feel your rage, your hurt.

You hadn’t just broken the whiteboard. You had broken him.

He let out a shuddering sigh, holding the pieces of your shattered connection. For a second, he thought about throwing them away.

But he didn’t. He turned back into his apartment and shut the door behind him.

Bucky stood outside the gates of the Sharma Estate, fists clenched and shoved in his pockets. The tall metal gates made him feel like he was standing outside a guarded fortress. The residence looked different now, in the cold light of day, without the decorative flourishes. It felt as though the weight of everything that had transpired still lingered in the air despite three weeks having passed. He had pressed the buzzer but there wasn’t an answer yet. He wasn’t sure if they would even let him inside after what happened. Not that he would blame them. He half expected them to slam the door in his face. But none of that mattered, he couldn’t let that deter him. He owed them an explanation, he owed it to you.

What was it Sam had said to him a year ago? You go to these people and say "sorry" because you think it'll make you feel better, right? But you gotta make them feel better. You gotta go to them and be of service.

Seconds stretched to minutes as he waited, his collar popped up around his neck, shoulders tense. It was something he should be used to by now— being a man who stood outside begging for any scrap of forgiveness for the crimes he hadn’t meant to commit. But today he didn’t plan on leaving until he had said what needed to be said. 

Finally, the door swung open, and Hanna stood at the entrance, her arms crossed and expression tempestuous. The warmth that he had seen reflected in her eyes was gone, replaced with an icy fury,

Her voice was cold and commanding, almost cutting through Bucky’s resolve. “What do you want, Barnes?”

Bucky met her hard glare. “To explain.”

Hanna scoffed. “Explain? Now you want to talk? After the fact?”

Before he had the chance to say anything further, Aditi appeared behind her wife.

The feeling of guilt in Bucky’s chest deepened as she emerged from the shadows. She looked… exhausted. Not just tired, but worn down, like the fire inside her had been smothered, leaving the ashes of sorrow and disillusionment behind. It looked like she had lost the will to fight, overwhelmed by the feeling of sadness and betrayal.

Aditi pulled the oversized cardigan around her slim frame, tightly folding her arms over her chest, as if it would shield her from any further heartbreak. “Why are you here?” she asked, her voice flat and lips pressed into a thin line.

Bucky hadn’t expected to meet such little resistance, he had thought they would have raged at him. He only hesitated for a second, not wanting to lose his opportunity. “I owe you both an apology.”

A sharp, bitter laugh left Aditi’s lips, making goosebumps rise on Bucky’s arms. “An apology?” she said hysterically. “For what, exactly? For getting my father arrested? For breaking up my family? Ruining my wedding? Oh, how about lying to my best friend and making her believe you actually cared about her?”

Her last question made him flinch. He had cared… still cared. But he knew that there was probably nothing he could say that would convince them otherwise at the moment. But he would do his best. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“For everything,” he admitted, sadly. “I had no intention of ruining your big day. I didn’t think they would try to hurt your father. And I sure as hell never wanted to hurt… Y/N.”

Hanna cut in, her expression dark with anger. “But you did.”

“I know,” Bucky’s voice was quiet and filled with sadness. “And I’m sorry.”

Aditi sighed heavily. “I thought I’d be more angry at you. But it’s my dad who I’m really mad at. I just can’t believe he’d do this. I feel like my whole life has been a lie. But… I miss him.” Her voice broke and Hanna wrapped her arms around her wife.

Bucky nodded, understanding. “I asked Sam to put in a good word for him. He’ll still have to answer for what he did, but… he won’t be locked up forever.”

Aditi fought back tears, clutching at Hanna for comfort and support, as though her wife was the only thing keeping her together. “That doesn’t fix anything,” she whispered.

“I know,” Bucky said. “But.. it’s the best I can do.”

Hanna shook her head. “That still doesn’t excuse what you did to Y/N.”

Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it again, running his hand through his hair. “I didn’t—” he stopped, trying to catch his breath. “I wasn’t trying to… it wasn’t meant to be… Okay yeah, it started out as a mutual agreement… something fake. But it didn’t stay that way.” He poured his earnestness into his words. “It wasn’t fake to me.”

Hanna clicked her tongue in disbelief.

“It still isn’t,” Bucky insisted.

Hanna’s expression softened for a moment but she was still hesitant in her belief. Aditi, however, remained impassive, her body language closed off, her gaze unreadable. Bucky recognized the signs of depression, he was all too familiar with the signs, it was almost like looking into the mirror.

“I didn’t come here to make excuses for myself. I understand why you are angry at me. But Y/N—” His voice choked around your name. “She didn’t know anything… she wasn’t a part of this.”

Aditi’s lips pressed together, but she didn’t interrupt.

“She brought me to the wedding because she thought it was real. She even told me I didn’t have to come,” Bucky admitted, voice thick with regret. “But I insisted. I wanted to be there.”

He saw a flash of something in Hanna’s face and she looked away from him. He could see the moment of doubt in her resolve, the way her rigidity lessened at his words. He had to keep going.

“She’s hurting,” he went on. “And I know I’m the one who hurt her. But please… don’t take it out on her. If you need someone to be angry at, let it be me. I can take it.”

Aditi let out a tired breath, she snapped repeatedly at a hairband around her wrist. Her anger had already given way to grief. Hanna however hadn’t moved past that stage.

“She trusted you,” Hanna snapped.

Bucky flinched. He knew that. God, he knew that.

“I know,” he said hoarsely. “And I broke that trust. I don’t expect her to forgive me.” His hands curled into fists at his sides before he forced them to relax. “But she deserves better than to lose you two over this. Over something I did.”

Silence stretched out between them.

Finally, Hanna sighed. “You really fucked up, Barnes.”

“Yeah.” He let out a humorless chuckle and mumbled. “I know.” He looked at her wife. “Aditi?”

“We’ll see,” she muttered after a long pause, her eyes downcast, her affect totally flat.

Bucky stepped away, turning to leave. He’d done everything he could.

It wasn’t absolution, but Bucky would take what he could get.

Winnie pushed past you the second you opened the door. She was surprisingly spry for someone her age. She walked in, glancing around your apartment before settling herself at the kitchen table.

“You know, Arthur and I always liked this apartment,” she mused, setting down the box she had brought in with her. “But when we moved in, it was occupied and then once we got settled, we never had the heart to move. You’ve always kept it so cozy, not too cluttered. But… you could use a little more light, dear.” She gestured at the half-drawn curtains.

You managed a small smile, sitting down opposite the older woman. “Haven’t really been in the mood for bright or cheery.”

Winnie studied your face for a moment, humming softly. “That I can see.” She tapped on the round container she’d placed on the table. “Which is why I brought this. It’s one of my pies. Figured you could use a little comfort food.”

“A pie?” you repeated.

“Yes, dear, a pie,” she shook her head dramatically. “You know how much I love pies?”

You nodded.

“Well, it seems that my doctor has decided I can’t have pies anymore.” She folded her arms over her chest and hrmph’ed in disapproval.

“Wait, what?”

“Diabetes,” Winnie explained with a huff. “Mild, but still. They want me to cut back on sugar. No pies, no cookies, no fun, apparently.” She sighed again. “But I made one anyway. Couldn’t help myself. Then I thought— well, I shouldn’t eat it, but maybe someone else needs it.” She gave you a sympathetic look.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you answered, looking down at your hands.

“Oh, I know, my dear,” Winnie said lightly. “But I wanted to. But judging by the way you’ve been looking lately, I figured you needed it more than I do.”

You bit your lower lip lightly, a moment of silence stretched out between you, before you finally spoke. “Thank you,” you said, quietly.

Winnie patted your hand gently. “Of course.” Then, after a pause, she added, “Now, why don’t you tell me how you’re really doing?”

You let out a small laugh, reaching out for the pie container, finding it easier to occupy your hands than answering the question. “I’m fine. Just been… busy.”

Winnie snorted, making you look up at the unexpected noise in surprise. She shook her head and gave you a knowing look. “Is that what you call it these days?” She tilted her head, it was the same look your grandmother used to give you when she was working out how to address the fib you’d just told. “You know, my Arthur just used to say that when he was avoiding something. He had this way of fooling himself into thinking that keeping occupied would be easier than dealing with whatever was eating him up inside.” She tapped a finger on the table and then pointed at you. “You strike me as the same kind of stubborn.”

“I’m not avoiding anything,” you grumbled.

“Mmm-hmm,” Winnie raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“I’m not,” you insisted, avoiding Winnie’s gaze by prying the lid off the pie container.

“Alright, then,” Winnie went on, a little too casually. “If you’re not avoiding anything, I suppose you don’t mind me asking how you’ve been sleeping?”

“Fine,” you answered lightly, but your grip on the lid tightened.

“And eating?”

“Totally fine.”

“Uh-huh.” Winnie folded her arms. “And that big storm cloud hanging over your head— when’s that supposed to clear up?”

“Winnie!” you groaned, massaging your temples.

“Don’t ‘Winnie’ me, dear. I know heartbreak when I see it. And you’ve got that look.”

You shrugged, your throat suddenly feeling tight. “I just…” you let out a shaky sigh. “My best friends won’t talk to me. They might never talk to me again,” you voice cracked and you hated it, hated how hard it still was. “And Bucky—” You stopped, biting down on your lip again, holding back your tears.

Winnie listened and nodded as you spoke. “That’s what I thought.” Winnie leaned forward and took your hand in both of hers. “Y/N, losing people… really losing them… it’s awful. But you haven’t lost them yet.”

A tear slipped down your cheek. “I don’t know how to fix it.”

Winnie squeezed your hand gently. “Well, lucky for you, I’ve been around long enough to know a thing or two about making amends. But first, you have to be willing to hear the whole story.”

Her words made you stiffen, an overwhelming feeling of weariness coming over you. “You agree with what he did?” you asked, quietly.

Winnie leaned back and sighed. “I won’t say I agree with everything… but I understand it.”

“What did he tell you?”

She studied your face for a moment. “He told me how things started between you— that you wanted a date, how it was supposed to be just for show.”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Did he mention that it was his idea? And he wanted me to do the same for him?”

Winnie ignored your acerbic tone. “He also told me that he thought it stopped being just a deal. How somewhere along the way, he started feeling something real. That he was too afraid to tell you how he really felt, and now… now he’s terrified that he’s lost you for good.”

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, looking away for a moment, trying to hide your pain.

“My dear, I’m not saying you have to forgive him. But you need to figure out why you’re so angry. Is it because of what he did? Or because you think he doesn’t care?”

You clenched your jaw. “I’m angry because he lied.”

“He did…” Winnie agreed. “And he’s sorry for it. But do you really believe he never cared?”

You looked down at your hands, picking at the remains of your manicure.

Winnie stood up, patting your shoulder. “It's time for me to go. Just think about it.”

And with that, she gave you one last knowing look before heading for the door.

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- BUCKY BARNES FIC RECS 4 -

i’m so obsessed with catws!bucky you have no idea | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief. torture and ptsd. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

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SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

the blade and the crown • knight!bucky barnes x queen!reader

↳ by @fandoms-writings (smut, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, secret relationship)

avoidance | chaos | strangers | power • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @ultralightpoe (angst, hurt/comfort, tw: ptsd)

illicit affairs • biker!bucky barnes x stark!reader

↳ by @auroralwriting (enemies to lovers, age gap, angst, gangs)

between a dream | part two | part three • tws!bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @bcksbarnes (angst, comfort, fluff)

before i could say it • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @fawniswriting (angst, fluff, insecure!bucky)

lessons in lovemaking • bucky barnes x blackwidow!reader

↳ by @artficlly (smut, touch starved!bucky, fluff, angst, bickering, tw: trauma, sa)

foundations • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @vunblr (dad!bucky, fluff, a little angsty, smut)

not in that way • bucky barnes x fwb!gn!reader

↳ by @jaggedamethyst (smut, mutual pining, miscommunication, angst, fluff)

say don’t go • college!hockey!bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @the-winter-spider (angst, mean!bucky, pining, smut)

wake up | part two | part three • avenger!bucky barnes x avenger!reader

↳ by @marvelstoriesepic (very angsty)

the falcon, the winter soldier and static • bucky barnes x stark!reader

↳ by @theconstantsidekick

quiet down | stay quiet • roommate!bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @adrinktostopyourthirst (smut)

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

be(tter) in reality with me • bucky barnes x pregnant!fem!reader

↳ by @t-lostinworlds (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

dear lover • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @johnkrrasinski (very fluffy, slight angst)

my girl • domestic!bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @bucky-bucket-barnes (very fluffy)

the cure • bucky barnes x avenger!reader

↳ by @bucky-bucket-barnes (very angsty, hurt/comfort, slowburn, fluff)

fast track • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @sidmakestuff (angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, insecure!bucky, little explicit)

the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky (angst, tw: harassment)

for as long as you need me • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @whatthetumblfck (fluff, hurt/comfort)

worthy • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @duuhrayliegh (fluff)

softened by time • bucky barnes x gn!reader

↳ by @heyitsme1040 (domestic fluff)

his girl • bucky barnes x enchanced!reader

↳ by @roguerogerss (fluff)

enemies • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @ro-is-struggling (angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends, tw: trauma)

the same thing • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @appocalipse (angst with happy ending)

rest had seemed the sweetest thing • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @violentdelightsandviolentends (sooo fluffy)

i know you • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @oneofstarkskids (angst, fluff)

road trip • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @munsster (fluff, a little angst)

come find me • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky (angst, hurt/comfort)

mercy kill • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky (very angsty)

unspoken • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @maevedoodle (comfort, nightmares, fluff)

sweet like plums • cw!bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @mandoalorian (smut)

summer breeze • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @orithyia-eriphyle (very fluffy, hurt/comfort)

safe space • avenger!bucky barnes x avenger!reader

↳ by @helaintoloki (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, tw: ptsd, trauma, torture)

echos • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @brokenbarnes (very angsty but fluffy end, hurt/comfort)

trouble • bucky barnes x fem!reader /

↳ by @marvelwitchergilmore (enemies to lovers, fluff, fake dating)

a place to land • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @cheekybarnes (angst, comfort, tw: sexual violence, ptsd)

lost for words • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @daxisyzz (fluff)

his girls • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @artficlly (very fluffy, secret dating)

lovesick • bucky barnes x maximoff!reader

↳ by @ang3ltine (fluff, little angsty, tw: torture)

sparing you • beefy!bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader

↳ by @sergeantbarnessdoll (fluff, slight angst)

love bruises • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @multiversediaries (very soft, fluffy, domestic!buck, a little smutty)

hole in the earth• bucky barnes x mutant!fem!reader

↳ by @em1i2a3 (smut, angst, age gap, hurt/comfort, tw: panic attacks)

only you, doll • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @billionairebratenergy (fluff, kind of possessive!bucky)

home with you • roommate!bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @marvelstoriesepic (oh so fluffy, lots of pining)

creamy or crunchy • avenger!bucky barnes x avenger!reader

↳ by @marvelstoriesepic (so so so fluffy, protective!bucky)

mission mishap • avenger!bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader

↳ by @mugglebornmarvelite (hurt/comfort, fluff)

bruised shadows • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @happy74827 (slight angst, hurt/comfort, grumpy x sunshine)

what you do to him • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @xxthelovelyopossumiixx (domestic, smut)

scars to your beautiful • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @buckybarnesandmarvel (insecure!bucky, comfort)

blurred lines • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @ellemj (smut, angst, enemies to lovers, jealous,possessive!bucky, one bed trope)

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A Stitch in Time Masterlist

Summary: Some things only come once in a lifetime. You get one chance before it slips from your grasp…

When family heirlooms turn up, Bucky Barnes is brought back into a painful nostalgia. Beautiful memories of his youth with his best friend Steve Rogers, and lost love Y/N L/N. All of the things he had hoped for in his life completely passed him by. Or so he thought before fate intervened

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 1

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Status: WIP, last updated Apr. 1, 2025

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Monster-in-law masterlist

Summary: Your mother-in-law is the worst. She will try anything to ruin your loving relationship with Bucky. Will she succeed?

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, awful mother-in-law, unplanned pregnancy, awful behavior, pregnant reader, fluff, hurt & comfort, cuddling & snuggling, deceive, more to be added

Monster-in-law (1)

Worst-in-law (2)

Best-in-law (3)

Villain-in-law (4)

Family-in-law (5)

Sisters-in-law (6)

Forever-in-law (7)

No-more-in-laws (8)

You & Me forever (9)

Our family (10) - Epilogue

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Only You, Doll

 Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: There’s something beautiful about the way Bucky loves you—fierce, unrelenting, like you’re the only thing anchoring him to a world he never belonged to. But when harmless smiles from other men threaten to shatter his fragile control, you learn that even a super soldier’s heart isn’t indestructible after all.

Bucky Barnes is not a jealous man. Or at least, that’s the lie he tells himself.

He’s been a lot of things in his unnaturally long life—a soldier, a weapon, a ghost—but jealousy? That’s a weakness for men who have something to lose.

And for most of his life, Bucky’s had nothing.

Until you.

The first time it happens, he doesn’t even notice at first. You’re at Sam’s backyard barbecue, the sun painting your skin gold, and Bucky’s only half-listening to Steve. His eyes keep drifting to you—how you move through the crowd with that easy grace, how you smile like the world’s still worth it, how every time you laugh, his chest aches like a bruise pressed too hard.

Then he sees it. Some guy—one of Sam’s buddies from god-knows-where—gravitating toward you, beer in hand, smile a little too bright.

Bucky watches the whole thing unfold, jaw clenched so tight his teeth hurt. The guy leans in, closer than necessary, and you tilt your head back to laugh at something he says. Bucky doesn’t even realize he’s crossed the yard until Steve calls after him, confused.

You’re mid-sentence when Bucky’s arm slides around your waist, pulling you effortlessly into his side, his touch possessive in a way that makes your pulse skip. His smile is polite when he says, "Hey, doll. Miss me?" but his grip on your hip is anything but.

The guy’s smile falters. You catch it immediately—and so does Bucky. Bucky doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t have to. The man makes a quick excuse and disappears into the crowd.

Only then does Bucky relax, just a fraction, his hand smoothing over the fabric of your dress like it’s some kind of grounding ritual.

"James," you say softly, eyes glittering. "Was that really necessary?"

He kisses your temple instead of answering, but the warmth of his body against yours says everything his words won’t.

You think it’s a one-time thing. It’s not.

At first, it’s almost subtle—his hand finding yours whenever you’re out, his body positioning itself between you and strangers. But soon it becomes a pattern, a choreography of quiet possessiveness.

A waiter calls you "sweetheart"? Bucky tips him 5% less. A man offers to help you carry something? Bucky’s already got it in his vibranium hand. Even at the grocery store, when some poor guy accidentally brushes against you in the aisle, Bucky’s gaze sharpens to a knife’s edge.

The kicker is, he denies it every single time.

Every.

Single.

Time.

The breaking point comes at Tony’s party—glamorous and over-the-top as always.

You’re on the balcony, enjoying the breeze, when a tall blonde drifts over. He’s harmless, you can tell—probably someone’s brother or date. The conversation is light, harmless, until Bucky steps outside.

The moment Bucky spots you—laughing at something the guy said—something dark flickers behind his eyes. His smile vanishes, shoulders squaring like he’s preparing for battle.

You feel him before you see him, the heat of his presence curling over your skin. His hand settles on your lower back, gentle but unmistakable: mine.

The guy catches the signal loud and clear, mumbling something before practically running inside. You watch him go, then glance up at Bucky. "Really?"

Bucky shrugs, but his jaw is tight, tension coiled through his muscles.

"James," you sigh, turning to face him fully. "Are you gonna tell me what that was about?"

He doesn’t answer immediately. Just stares past you, at the glittering city lights, like they hold a truth he can’t bring himself to say aloud.

"I didn’t like the way he was looking at you." His voice is low, almost embarrassed.

"Buck," you step closer, fingers brushing his, "he was harmless."

"So was the last one," Bucky mutters. "And the one before that. And the one before—"

You press a hand to his chest, right over his heart, feeling the rapid beat beneath your palm. "Do you really think I’d ever—"

"No." His answer comes quick, fierce. "It’s not you I don’t trust, doll. It’s men. Men like me."

Your brow furrows. "What does that mean?"

He exhales sharply, like the confession physically hurts. "I know what they’re thinking when they look at you. Because once upon a time, that was me. Before you, before I knew better."

It hits you all at once.

This isn’t about jealousy. Not really. It’s about fear—the kind born from a lifetime of loss and war, from learning the hard way that good things slip through your fingers like smoke.

"Bucky," you whisper, fingers curling into his shirt. "I’m not going anywhere."

His throat bobs with a hard swallow. "I know." But he says it like he doesn’t believe it. Like the universe has never let him keep anything this good before.

Later, curled up on his couch, you poke at him again—because you love him, and because teasing him feels like stitching soft threads through his battle-scarred edges.

"So," you murmur, tracing patterns on his chest, "jealous?"

Bucky groans into the pillow behind his head. "I’m not jealous."

You grin, propping yourself up on one elbow. "Really? Because if I remember correctly, someone nearly growled at a waiter last week."

His arm slides around your waist, tugging you back down until you’re sprawled across him. "I just know men, doll. That’s all."

"Because you are one?"

"Damn right."

"And you don’t trust yourself?"

Bucky’s smile is small, a little crooked. "Not even a little."

You laugh, burying your face in his neck. "James Buchanan Barnes, you are a menace."

He presses a kiss to your temple, voice a soft rumble. "I’m your menace."

And there it is—the truth he can’t always say aloud. That he’s yours. That you’re his.

And maybe, just maybe, if he holds you tight enough, the universe won’t take you away too.

The next morning, you catch him sneaking one of his shirts into your bag before you leave for work.

"Because," he says when you raise a brow, "if men are gonna look at you, they can at least know you belong to someone."

"Possessive much?"

"Absolutely."

You laugh, looping your arms around his neck. "Good. Because you’re mine too, Barnes."

And for the first time, Bucky doesn’t argue.

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It starts with his shirt.

The one he snuck into your bag this morning. The one you wore to bed tonight, just to tease him.

You’re curled up under the sheets, the worn Henley draping over your thighs, and Bucky’s standing at the edge of the bed—blue eyes darker than the sky outside, jaw tight, hands flexing at his sides like he’s fighting himself.

You know that look. It’s the one he gets when he’s teetering between lover and soldier, between tender and ruthless.

"Something wrong, Sergeant?" you ask, voice soft and playful, but the way his gaze drags over your body—the outline of your bare legs under his shirt, the curve of your hips shifting under the sheets—makes your pulse trip.

Bucky exhales hard, dragging his vibranium hand over his face. "Doll."

Just your name. Just that voice—low and gravel-rough, thick with something hungry.

You sit up slowly, the sheets pooling around your hips, and his Henley slips off one shoulder. Bucky’s eyes track the movement like a predator stalking prey.

"You’ve been pushing me all day," he mutters, stepping toward the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress like a warning. "Talking back. Calling me jealous."

"Because you are," you smile, all innocent and wicked.

Bucky’s weight is over you in a heartbeat, caging you beneath him. The cool press of metal fingers against your jaw makes you shiver.

"You think it’s funny," he says, voice dark silk, "how crazy you make me."

"Maybe a little," you whisper, eyes sparkling with defiance.

He leans in, his nose brushing yours, lips barely an inch away. "Do you know how hard it is," he murmurs, "to watch men look at you like they could ever deserve you?"

Your breath hitches.

"I don’t trust them," he continues, mouth ghosting down your throat, voice fraying at the edges. "But you? I trust you with every fucked-up, broken piece of me."

Your hands slide into his hair, tugging him down until your lips meet his, and the moment they do, the tether snaps.

Bucky kisses you like a man starved—deep and hungry, all teeth and tongue and desperation. His flesh hand fists in the fabric of his own shirt on your body, tugging it up until your bare skin meets the rough drag of his calloused fingers.

"Mine," he growls against your mouth, and you don’t argue.

Because you are. You always have been.

He strips you of his shirt like it’s offended him, tossing it aside carelessly. His lips map a path down your neck, your chest, his metal hand pinning your hips as his mouth closes around your nipple, sucking just hard enough to make you arch.

"Bucky—"

The sound of his name from your lips makes him groan, the sound vibrating against your skin. He kisses lower, trailing down your stomach, his stubble leaving pink paths in his wake, until his shoulders are wedged between your thighs.

"You want me to stop being jealous, doll?" he asks, voice rough silk against your inner thigh. "Fine."

His tongue slides through your slick folds, slow and deliberate, like he has all the time in the world to ruin you.

"I’ll just remind you," he murmurs between kisses, "why you don’t need anyone else."

Your hands tangle in his hair, thighs trembling against his cheeks, and Bucky loves it—loves the way you come undone for him, no barriers, no pretense. Just you, open and wrecked and his.

He works you like a man who knows your body better than his own—tongue circling, fingers curling inside you, teasing and relentless until you’re begging his name like a prayer.

"You’re so fucking perfect," he rasps, eyes flicking up to watch you fall apart. "Every inch of you—mine."

The moment you break, his name on your lips like a confession, Bucky’s already crawling back up your body, mouth crashing into yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Need you," you whisper, nails digging into his back. "Need you inside me."

"Fuck," he groans, forehead pressing against yours. "You’ll kill me one day, doll."

He’s already bare—somehow you didn’t even notice him stripping—and when he slides inside you, it’s slow and deep, a claiming and a promise all at once.

You cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist, and Bucky moves like a man who has nowhere else to be. Just here, in this bed, with the only thing he’s ever truly wanted.

Every thrust pushes your bodies closer—skin to skin, heart to heart. His hands never stop touching you, like he’s memorizing you all over again, metal and flesh branding every inch of you his.

"You feel so good," he breathes, voice unraveling. "Like you were made for me."

You pull him down into a kiss, soft this time, your hands cradling his face. "I was."

That undoes him completely.

Bucky fucks you harder after that, like he’s trying to pour every unspoken word into your skin—you’re mine, you’re safe, I love you, I love you, I love you.

When you come again, it’s with his name on your tongue, and Bucky follows you over the edge, spilling inside you with a guttural moan.

For a long moment, neither of you moves. Just tangled limbs and breathless silence, hearts beating in sync.

Bucky finally collapses beside you, pulling you into his chest, and you trace lazy circles over his sternum.

"So," you murmur sleepily, "jealous?"

He groans, burying his face in your hair. "I’m not jealous."

"You just spent twenty minutes reminding me why no one else could ever have me," you point out, grinning against his skin.

Bucky sighs, but there’s no bite to it. "Okay, fine. Maybe a little."

You press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "Good."

"Good?"

"Yeah." You nuzzle closer, fingers tracing the edges of his dog tags where they rest against his skin. "Means you’re mine too."

Bucky’s arm tightens around you, holding you like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth.

"Doll," he whispers, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it, "I’ve been yours since the first smile."

You fall asleep like that, safe in the arms of a man who would burn the world down to keep you.

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#is it me? am i the drama? i don’t think i’m the drama… maybe i am

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Happy birthday to my most favourite character to ever be created🥹🤍

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Arm Pat

Avengers Bucky

Summary: You go on a date with Bucky and hit it off, or so you think, but it ends weirdly. Nat steps in and gets other agents involved to send you flowers and gifts to get Bucky's attention and make him jealous for screwing up.

Content warning: Language, dorky Bucky, slightly jealous Bucky, Nat is the best wing-woman ever.

"So, thanks for dinner tonight."

You smiled wide at Bucky. 

He blushed a little and looked down at his feet. You stood outside your door in the hallway of the dorms. 

"You're welcome." 

You'd been patiently waiting for Bucky to ask you out on a date. You were terribly shy when it came to dating, in fact, before this date, your last one was over a year ago and it didn't really go anywhere so you were thrilled he was interested.

Being a desk agent was quite boring, but the odd time you would venture to the Avengers side of the compound if you had to drop off files or pick any up. He also came around your office if he was filing a report and you seemed to be the agent he gravitated towards for help with the computer system he was trying to figure out. You liked that he searched you out of a crowd and came to you for help. You got to talking and your patience paid off when he asked you out for dinner.

You had kept your cool when you worked out the details and exchanged numbers, but once he left your office, you squealed and did a small happy dance in front of your desk. You quickly composed yourself when you saw other agents give you the stink eye for disturbing them, so you apologized, sat down, and obsessively thought about what to wear while you creeped the restaurants menu online.

Your conversation with Bucky went well throughout dinner. You talked about your family, job, and your cat while Bucky listened and talked about some of his missions and what he likes to do to relax. You know he's not big on crowds and being around a lot of people and you don't mind that at all. He snuck in the odd story of him and Steve when they were younger and a few new ones which made you smile they had each other after everything they went through. 

The night was going well and if you thought about it, you didn't want it to end, but you had an early meeting the following morning and Bucky was headed out on a two-day mission with Sam. 

"Well, I'll see you around." 

You awkwardly shuffled on your feet. 

"Sure, yeah." Bucky quickly blurted out. 

You had your hand on your doorknob when Bucky reached out to you. You had thought he was going to hug you, but nope. It was way worse than that. He patted your arm twice, then turned and left, leaving you staring at his back in shock. 

"The hell was that?" You muttered and unlocked your door.

Your cat Squeak ran up to you and weaved between your feet as you walked towards your bed. 

"He patted my arm?" 

You picked up Squeak and nuzzled her close to you. You replayed the date in your head, the conversations, the looks Bucky flashed you. The night was going well, or so you thought then the doubts creeped in after the arm pat. 

Did he not like me? Was it something I said? Maybe I should have kissed his cheek? 

So many thoughts swirled in your mind, you held Squeak close and nuzzled her until she let out an annoyed mew in protest, so you put her down on the bed. 

"Oh well," you sighed. 

You felt dejected, but you smiled a little thinking you went out on a date with Bucky Barnes, and that made you grin. Even if he only did it to be nice, it was a nice time and you were grateful to get out of the compound, even if it was for a few hours and all you got was food and an arm pat. 

"Better luck next time Squeak, if there even IS a next time..." you said out loud, then you got up to wash your face and change.

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The next day, you got to the meeting room and sat down with your tablet and pen and paper. You had no idea what this meeting was about, but Natasha Romanoff and Captain Rogers walked in which instantly made you sit up straighter. 

"Agents." They acknowledged the group. 

Your supervisor walked in and smiled at the room. 

"Oh good, everyone's here." 

You learned there was going to be a new computer system installed for making reporting easier, and you were on the transition team to get everyone trained on it. 

Great. 

You smiled at Nat and Captain Rogers while you worked out a schedule for training. Your engineering team was going to be along as well, so they can customize any settings and programming they needed, and you would be their liaison.

Meanwhile, on the Jet with Sam....

"Shut up!" Bucky growled at Sam who was bent over laughing at Bucky. 

"Hang on, hang on a sec..." he wheezed. 

Bucky scowled.

 "So, you take out your dream girl, dinner is good, conversation is good, you walk her back to her room, and you....PAT her ARM?" 

Sam bent over again and held his sides while he laughed. 

"Shut. Up." 

Bucky glowered at him. 

"Sorry man, but an arm pat? That's next level harsh man." 

Sam shook his head at his friend. 

"I didn't know what to do. This was my first date back here...I-I panicked." 

Bucky tried to reason with him. 

"What did you want to do?" Sam asked. 

Bucky shrugged the blushed a little. 

"Kiss her cheek? Give her a hug? Say I'd like to see her again." 

Bucky thought about it and winced at his ridiculous arm pat, something he's been replaying over and over. 

"So, the girl you are crushing on for like five months goes out with your sorry ass, and you arm pat her at the end of the date. How did she take it?" 

Bucky thought about it. 

"I don't know. I walked away," he cringed listening to himself.

"So, you gave her an arm pat and left. Good one." Sam mocked. 

"I know, I know, it's bad." 

Bucky rubbed his fingers in his eyes and groaned again. 

"What do I do?" He looked over at Sam who held his arms up. 

"Oh, I'm not getting involved in this. This is all on you lover boy." 

The jet rumbled and shuddered on their approach. 

"Did you text her today before you left?" 

Bucky's face fell. Sam was not impressed. 

"So, now she really thinks you're not into her when you really are. Way to go tinman." 

He got his gear ready. 

"Ugh, I'm an idiot." 

Bucky grabbed his pack and prepared to leave the jet. 

"Yeah, you are." Sam smirked and put his goggles on while the doors opened.

Back at the compound in a meeting room...

"So that's the schedule then. Everyone agree?" 

You looked up from your notes and nodded. Nat stood next to Steve, but she was watching you. 

"Yes." 

You saved your notes on your tablet and placed it on the table. The meeting was over, and you had to head back to your desk to shuffle some things around so you could accommodate the new training schedule. You rose from your chair and Nat took a few steps towards you. 

"Agent Y/l/n?" She flashed you a smile. 

"Call me Y/n." 

 "Then call me Nat and that's Steve" Nat pointed over her shoulder. 

Ok... 

Only her and Steve remained in the room. 

"I'm looking forward to working with you on this project." 

"Me too." 

Steve smiled and looked between you and Nat. 

"You're going to have to figure out a way to train us old guys." 

Steve teased while Nat looked over at him. 

"Who? You and Bucky?" 

Steve nodded and Nat looked over at you. 

"I think Y/n is familiar with Bucky."

 You blushed hard at Nat's words. 

Steve caught your eyes and looked a little confused. 

"You know him?" 

You shrugged and was about to reply when Nat answered for you. 

"Went out on a date last night." 

Steve's eyebrows shot up in surprise and he chuckled. 

"Well, good for you. I'm headed to the gym," then he walked out of the meeting room. 

Nat eyed you. 

"Did the date not go well for you?" 

You were painfully shy talking about personal matters and your date that ended in an arm pat was horribly embarrassing for your self esteem. 

"Well, it was fine. Dinner was good, Bucky was nice..." you trailed off. 

"But?" 

"Well, when he walked me back to my room, we said goodnight and he...patted my arm twice, then walked away." 

Nat's eyes bugged out of her head. 

"He what?"

"Yeah...he patted my arm. Two times, then walked away." 

You could have sworn you heard her say "moron" under her breath. 

"Anyways, I don't think there'll be any more dates for us. It was nice and all but I don't think he wants anything more. Maybe I was just practise to him. He didn't text me this morning before he left for his mission. Which is fine, I wasn't expecting him to, but it would have been nice...wait, should I have texted him?" 

You were confused at the proper protocol for an arm pat end to a date. 

Would a text message saying good morning and have a good mission be too much for him to handle? 

Nat watched you closely. 

"Well, whatever his reasons for an arm pat, would you go out with him again?" 

You thought about it and shrugged. 

"I don't know...I'd like to, and I thought we hit it off...but..." 

You really didn't want to subject yourself to another arm pat, or a hearty handshake from the guy, once was bad enough. 

"Hmm." Nat thought about it. 

She had watched Bucky interact with you for a while and thought the two of you would hit it off. She had hopes for him, but he blew it with the arm pat. 

"Well, what would you do if someone else asks you out?" 

You snorted and rolled your eyes. 

"Yeah, like I have men breaking down my door to date me." 

You lugged your bag over your shoulder and wrapped your arms around you in comfort. 

"Anyways, I'm fine. I had a nice time. If he wasn't feeling it, then so be it. I should go..." You pointed to the door and left Nat in the room. 

She was certainly going to confront Bucky, but she also had a plan in place...She smiled to herself and walked out of the room.

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You walked into the meeting room where you were going over your first planning session for the new computer system and froze. Bucky sat in-between Nat and Steve, and he looked surprised to see you. 

It had been a week since your arm was patted, and you weren't mentally prepared to see him in this meeting. 

"Morning." 

Steve smiled, oblivious to the weird tension in the room. You cleared your throat and smiled at him. 

"Morning."

You sat at the end of the table, next to one of the engineers. Nat was smirking at you while you got your notebook out. Just as you got yourself ready, a knock sounded on the door. It was a delivery person who was looking down at an envelope. 

"Umm, Agent Y/l/n?" 

You stood from your spot and gave him a small wave.

 "That's me?" 

"Here you are." 

He handed you a small bouquet of flowers making your face flush. The whole room was looking at you now. 

"Oh, thanks," you said to the man who smiled and left the room. 

You took the bouquet and sat at your spot, placing the flowers down. 

"Well?" Steve asked and pointed to them. 

"What?" 

"Who are they from?" Nat added. 

"Oh, right." 

You glanced at Bucky who was scowling at them then looked at you. You took the envelope and opened it, smiling to yourself. It was a thank you note from the delta agent team thanking you for the training session you did a few days ago. You smiled and placed the note next to the bouquet. 

"Well?" 

"Just someone saying thanks." 

Your face was redder than a tomato. Bucky grumbled something about catching up with the meeting and he shot up from his seat and left the room. Nat smirked and took a sip of her water. Your supervisor walked in, and the meeting started.

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Nat and Steve walked into the lounge and saw Bucky sitting at the kitchen table. 

"You, ok?" Steve sat next to his friend. 

"Fine." 

"You stormed out of the meeting." 

Nat leaned against the counter. 

"Y/n has a schedule for the new system. We've all been slotted in." 

Bucky perked up and then winced to himself. 

"You sure you're, ok?"

 Steve was eyeing his friend closer. 

Sam wandered into the kitchen. 

"Hey guys!" 

He acknowledged Steve and Nat and turned to Bucky. 

"Arm patter," and giggled while he grabbed some orange juice. 

Nat hid a smirk behind her hand with a yawn. Bucky shot up from the table and gave Sam a death glare before he left the room in a huff. 

"Am I missing something?" Steve looked confused while Nat and Sam snickered. 

"All good Steve." Nat said before she left the room, winking at Sam.

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Bucky was in the area of your office. From his vantage point, he could see into your semi-private office, but you couldn't see him. Yeah, it felt a little stalker-ish, but he could always say he was resting on the bench he perched himself on. It's not his fault the bench happens to face your work area. 

He watched you work for a little bit, pleased you were alone when he saw a man knock on your door. This person was holding a small stuffed fox. Bucky's eyes narrowed while he tensed up. He saw you talking with the man and glared while he handed you the fox. He grumbled to himself and turned to head to his room. You were getting gifts left, right, and centre from various male agents, and he was going to do something about it.

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"Come in," you said while working on some files. 

"Hello." 

You watched Agent Freeman walk in. He was carrying a small stuffed fox. 

"Agent y/n?"

 "Yes?" 

"This is for you." 

"For me? Really?"

 You got up from your desk and walked over to him.

"I-I heard you like foxes?" 

You eyed the cute stuffy in his hands then looked back at your desk, which had a few small foxes around it. 

"Uh, yeah?" 

"Well, here, this is for you. I wanted to thank you for helping my team with the transition." 

You had finished his team's transition with the new system, and everything was running smoothly for them. 

"Oh, well, you didn't have to do that but thank you." 

You took the toy and smiled at it. 

"Well, anyways, thanks," then he left your office. 

You were grinning from ear to ear as you placed your fox on your desk. You worked for a little longer and didn't notice Nat looking through the window at you. She smiled when she saw the fox and wandered back to the main lounge to relax. Her plan was working.

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You dreaded the day you were going to have since Bucky and Steve would be your next people to help train. You hadn't slept well the night before since your mind was racing from seeing Bucky again. You hadn't spoken to him since the arm pat date, but you've seen him in the hallways. He's been on a few missions and has been busy training for those, at least that's what you tell yourself. 

"Morning." 

Steve smiled at you; Bucky followed him in. 

"Morning Steve," you nodded at Bucky who sat next to you. 

"So, here are your new logins, you'll have to create new passwords and the cheat codes to show you how to move around on the screen. Like this." 

You put in a few codes which pulled up different information.

"It's basically the same as the old system, but there are more areas for departments, procedures, and accountability." 

You handed Steve and Bucky their packages. You had a few tablets they could login and test with. You were almost ready to start the presentation when Nat knocked on the door. 

"Sorry, need to borrow Steve for a little bit." 

Steve frowned as he thought about it but shrugged. He got up and wandered out the door with Nat following. You were now alone with Bucky. 

"Do we wait?" You asked. 

You saw Bucky shrug then he cleared his throat and fidgeted a little.

After sitting for a few minutes in silence, you cleared your throat and looked over at Bucky. 

"I'll just start. If he comes back, I can schedule another session with him." 

Bucky nodded and flipped through his training package, then he tossed it aside, making your eyes widen. 

"Y/n? Can we talk?" 

Your stomach dropped and fluttered. You looked at Bucky and nodded. 

"Look, about the date..." 

"Bucky, it's ok, really." 

You interrupted him. Bucky shook his head no. 

"No, I really have to talk to you about this. After our date, I don't know what got into me. I mean...dinner was good, I liked our conversation, and you're very pretty."

 He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 

"I-I had plans for us. After the date. I-I was going to walk you to your room, charm you a little, and maybe give you a goodnight kiss to your cheek, but I didn't." 

You stood staring at Bucky.

"Yeah, the arm pat was clearly the better option," you deadpanned. 

Bucky groaned a little, but you saw him chuckle. 

"If I could take it back, I would. I was just nervous, that's all, and I panicked and that was what happened. BELIEVE me, that was at the bottom of my list of how to end a date," he groaned a little.

"Wait, so you like me?" You blurted out. 

Bucky's ears were a little pink. 

"Yeah," he whispered. 

"I was really nervous I wasn't going to screw things up. I've liked you for a while," he admitted. 

Your mouth popped open, so you quickly closed it. 

"Oh..." You blushed hard. 

"Can I take you out again? Like a do-over date? That actually ends properly?" 

"Ok." 

Bucky perked up and nodded. 

"Good, ok..." 

He grinned to himself and cleared his throat. 

"But only after I train you on this. It's important and I have to mark you off my list of people I've trained," you reminded him. 

He held up his hands and then crossed his heart. 

"Promise. I'm here to learn doll," he winked at you making you blush more. 

Damn this man. 

You got to training, even though it was hard to concentrate and focus on the tasks, Bucky was a quick learner, and you managed to get him set up and using the new system.

Nat had walked by the meeting room a few times and smiled to herself as she watched you and Bucky together. She mentally patted her back for helping you get with him and was grateful the other agents were on board with it too seeing as how she asked them to give you those gifts to make Bucky jealous. 

In her opinion, a jealous Bucky was a determined Bucky, and he just needed a little competition to get his confidence back.

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Love at First Grade (18+)- Masterlist

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Summary: When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he’s in for a surprise that’s sure to change his life.

Gonna go ahead and give people a SMUT WARNING. 18+, MINORS DNI

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