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A Coin Flip Away - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter Three: Lucky Shots and Jealousy Triggers

Summary:

Your first mission with the team was supposed to be low-stakes. Just a chill little trip to Slovakia. You know—steal some drives, look hot in tactical gear, not blow anything up. But then Mel shows up in heels.

You trip. A bunker explodes.

And Bucky? Well. He doesn’t take the Hello Kitty magnet off.

Warnings: Explosions (accidental but also kinda fate?), blood/light injury, sassy threats, passive-aggressive jealousy, mel in heels, emotional chaos in combat boots, bucky looking hot and confused

Word count: 2k

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Your first field mission with the team should’ve been easy.

Key word: should’ve.

Because nothing about your life—since the day you were born with luck-kinesis and the ability to find chaos wherever you went—was ever “easy.”

And this time, chaos came with lip gloss, tailored suits, and Mel.

Valentina had decided that her sleek, flawless assistant was going to tag along to “monitor team cohesion and post-Hydra behavioral readjustment.”

Which was code for:

“Hey, let’s throw a flaming match into your very delicate emotional structure.”

You knew from the second Mel climbed into the quinjet—tight bun, smug smirk, looking like she was about to audit everyone’s tax returns—that your blood pressure was going to need its own therapist.

She didn’t look at you once—but she did sit directly beside Bucky.

You stared. Hard. Bucky didn’t even glance your way.

Yelena leaned close to you, her voice dry. “I will hold your earrings if you throw her off the jet.”

“I don’t need earrings. I need a shovel and bail money.”

The Mission Brief

Target: Ex-HYDRA tech bunker in rural Slovakia.

Objective: Secure leftover black market intel drives before local militia get their hands on them.

Team: You, Bucky, Ava, Yelena, Bob, Alexei, John. And unfortunately, Mel.

“Light infiltration,” John said as the quinjet landed. “Minimal resistance.”

You looked at him and grinned. “Famous last words, Johnny Boy.”

He sighed. “Stop calling me that.”

“No.”

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On the ground the air in rural Slovakia was cold and quiet. Too quiet.

The plan was simple: locate the tech vault, secure the stolen drives, don’t die.

You and Ava moved like a shadow unit around the perimeter, boots crunching on frozen dirt as you swept the outer corridor. Bucky and Yelena were inside clearing the western wing.

Bob and Alexei flanked the front entry like two not-so-subtle walls of muscle. John was barking orders from the middle like a pissed-off coach during finals. And Mel?

Mel was just... standing there.

No earpiece. No tactical gear. Just a digital clipboard and a critical expression, watching everyone like this was some kind of sad reality show she’d been forced to supervise.

“She’s wearing heels,” Ava muttered, ducking behind a crumbling wall.

“She’s wearing judgment,” you said. “And if she breathes near Bucky one more time, I’m going to pretend I tripped and accidentally stab her.”

“Maybe wait until after the mission.”

“No promises.”

You rounded the side entrance and crouched at the keypad lock on the exterior gate. Just as you started picking it with a paperclip and cosmic confidence, heels clicked behind you.

Mel.

“Agent Barnes says you’ve been helpful,” she said lightly, tablet in hand. “In your own way.”

You didn’t even turn around. “...In my own way?”

“Unpredictable. That has value.”

You stood, slowly. Turned to face her.

Smiled sweetly. “Did you mean valuable like a ‘wild card with brilliant instincts,’ or like a dog missing one leg who gets adopted out of pity?”

Her lips curled. “Whichever makes you feel seen.”

You tilted your head. “Oh, I feel something, all right.”

She didn’t flinch. Just turned and walked off with the smug self-assurance of someone who thought high heels belonged on a mission and that you were the team’s weakest link.

You clenched your jaw.

As you turned back to the lock, you grabbed a nearby satchel and slipped the closest laptop under your arm, just in case.

Thirty seconds later, while trying to catch up to the others through an interior tunnel, you did what you do best: You tripped.

In your defense, there was a loose floor panel. And wires. And possibly sabotage. Maybe even a Hydra curse. But the point is—

You fell.

Directly into a stack of unsecured gear that crashed into a support post, which jolted an unstable generator, which tipped onto a long-forgotten pressure plate, which—

BOOM.

A shockwave slammed through the corridor, dust raining from the ceiling as fire shot out from a crumbling wall somewhere behind you.

You blinked, still on the ground.

“Well, that’s new.”

The smoke cleared just enough for you to see half the militia’s defenses were now rubble—and so was your exit path.

Yelena’s voice crackled over comms. “What did you do?”

“Um,” you said, coughing. “Creative problem-solving?”

“YOU BLEW UP THE HALLWAY,” Bob shouted.

“No no no. Physics blew up the hallway. I just... introduced the concept.”

There was a pause over comms.

Then Bob, dry as toast: “Yeah, that’s gonna look great in the mission report.”

“Put it under ‘creative problem-solving.’” You brushed ash from your hair. Wiped blood off your forehead. “Or divine intervention. Either works.”

Ava dropped down beside you in the crater, eyeing the flaming debris around you both. “You seriously tripped?”

You nodded. “And fate did the rest.”

“I hate how that’s actually your superpower.”

“Jealous?”

She snorted. “Terrified.”

A sharp crack echoed above as a chunk of ceiling groaned, then collapsed. Ava grabbed your arm, yanking you away just in time.

You both stumbled back—and that’s when he appeared.

Boots heavy, jaw tight, hair wind-swept from the chaos: Bucky stepped through the smoke and fire like a dramatic entrance was required for contract reasons.

He took one look at the carnage. At the cracked walls, scorched vault, unconscious militia—and finally, at you.

You gave a little wave from the ground, raising the now-smoking laptop like a trophy. “Hey. Got the drives.”

His eyes narrowed like he was trying to calculate whether you were a miracle or a walking insurance nightmare.

“You’re bleeding,” he said.

“You’re hot,” you shot back.

He blinked.

“You’re supposed to argue back,” you added.

He looked… tired. But also like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle you or carry you out of danger bridal-style.

“Why do you always look like you’ve been hit by a truck and still think you won?”

“Because I did.”

Behind him, Mel appeared. “She compromised structural integrity by tripping into a live wire.”

Your jaw tensed. “It was part of the plan.”

“There was no plan.”

You glared. “You weren’t invited to the telepathic debriefing.”

Bucky exhaled like this was the 57th stupidest thing you’d said today. He turned, ready to move on—

“James,” Mel said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

You twitched.

She leaned in slightly, lips close to his ear.

You burned.

Before she could finish her whisper, you walked up, slid between them, and very calmly slapped a new Hello Kitty magnet onto Bucky’s chest plate.

Everyone froze.

You smiled innocently. “Just making sure we don’t forget who he belongs to.”

Mel stared.

Bucky stared.

Yelena cackled in the background.

You walked off before anyone could say anything, muttering: “Touch him again and I’ll remind your kneecaps what gravity feels like.”

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Later, back on the Jet, no one mentioned the magnet. Bucky didn’t take it off.

You curled up on one of the benches, arms crossed, head leaning on Ava’s shoulder. Bob passed you a juice box. You took it like a war hero accepting a medal.

Across the cabin, Bucky sat silently. Every now and then, his eyes found yours. Not annoyed. Not even exasperated.

Just watching.

And maybe—maybe—softening.

No one is allowed to judge her luck-based combat style unless they, too, have tripped into a tactical victory ok????ok. Also I did almost let her stab Mel, but I had to be professional about it (for now).

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Night Crawlin’, Sky Fallin’ — Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter One: Velvet Claws

Summary:

Hydra called her Nyx. Feline blood in her veins. Claws under her skin. She’s their experiment, their weapon—but when they send her to retrieve the Winter Soldier, she starts wondering if she can break the leash they wrapped around her throat.

Warnings: Hydra experimentation, hallucinations, violence, dark themes, creepy doctors, psychological trauma, identity crisis, cat imagery used as a weapon, 👀 Mentions of Bucky Barnes (the man, the myth)

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Night was never gentle.

It didn’t cradle you. It didn’t soothe you.

Night smothered. Night consumed. And Hydra had dragged her into it young—too young to know fear, just old enough to learn it by force.

She didn’t remember much of before. Just flickers. Wet pavement under her bare feet. A broken streetlamp buzzing above her like an insect god. The sharp taste of canned peaches eaten cold with a rusted fork. Her mother? A ghost with soft hands and a voice that might’ve hummed lullabies. Her father? A blur behind a closing door.

“Orphan,” they called her, with clinical detachment.

Easy pickings. A street rat with pretty eyes. A good candidate.

The wolves in white coats smiled when they said it.

They didn’t ask if she wanted to be a weapon.

They didn’t ask before strapping her down.

She remembers the first incision. Not the pain—she got used to that—but the coldness of the scalpel, the way it sliced through her like she wasn’t human. Like she was meat. Flesh to mold. Tissue to overwrite.

They stitched pieces of wild things into her blood.

Panther for stealth.

Leopard for instinct.

Cheetah for speed.

Jaguar for precision.

Black-footed cat for cruelty—tiny, merciless, a predator in miniature.

They rewrote her DNA strand by strand, carving her down to something new. Something efficient. Something that could kill without pause and land on her feet.

Her muscles were rebuilt for short bursts of terrifying velocity—faster than any soldier they’d ever trained. She could move before bullets knew they’d been fired. Her bones were laced with light alloys and fine-tuned to absorb shock, let her twist and land like a shadow. Her spine elongated subtly, giving her a liquid, animal grace.

Her senses were sharpened to unbearable clarity.

She could hear a man’s heartbeat through three walls.

She could see in the dark like it was daylight.

She could smell adrenaline.

Fear had a scent, and it clung to people like perfume.

She didn’t sleep anymore—not truly. She drifted. She waited. She listened to the hum of power in the walls, the click of syringes filling behind glass. Her claws lay dormant beneath her fingernails, retractable keratin blades sharper than scalpels. Her hands had become weapons.

Hydra hadn’t made her strong.

They made her dangerous.

Unstable. Prone to flashes of violence when her instincts surged too hard, too fast. Sometimes she couldn’t tell if she was herself or just the things they’d stitched into her—muscle memory made of monsters.

They tested her like she was a lab rat—pushed her to the edge of exhaustion, then made her kill. Over and over again. Sometimes real enemies. Sometimes simulations. Sometimes children like her.

And if she hesitated, they’d shock her.

If she cried, they’d drug her.

If she screamed, they’d write it down.

Her file was thick.

The girl with the golden eyes.

The one who didn’t break the mirror when she saw her reflection—she scratched it until her face disappeared.

She was their experiment. Their nightmare made flesh. Their pretty little predator.

They named her Nyx.

And she would never belong to the light again.

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It’s late. Cold. The Hydra barracks hum with neon lights that never shut off. Sleep doesn't visit this place—only shadows.

She lies still on the bed, legs folded up, arms behind her head, pretending not to hear the dripping pipe or the whisper of her mind breaking again.

He’s there tonight.

The first one she killed.

She was thirteen when it happened. He was hurting someone smaller—a boy, barely ten, sobbing after flunking weapons training. The man laughed. Kicked him in the ribs.

Something in her uncoiled.

Next thing she remembered: her claws were slick with red, her breath ragged, the boy trembling behind her.

She told herself she did it to protect him.

Hydra told her she did it perfectly.

Now the man’s voice lingers. Not a ghost, not really—just a hallucination in her own damn head, taunting her.

“You’re proud of it. Don’t lie.”

“You’re not broken. You like this.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, tension coiling through her body until the bed beneath her groans in protest.

“Shut up,” she whispers. “You’re dead.”

“You made me dead, sweetheart. That means I’m yours.”

She turns over, clawing her nails into the thin mattress until the hallucination fades.

The walls are too white here. Too sterile. They remind her she doesn’t belong to the night anymore. She belongs to Hydra.

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The briefing room smells like copper and antiseptic.

The Doctor doesn't sit when he enters. He stands behind the glass, clipboard in hand, and speaks like he’s reading off a recipe card.

“Target: Asset out of control. Former Winter Soldier.”

“Designation: James Buchanan Barnes.”

Nyx’s stomach tightens.

Of course she knows who that is. Everyone in Hydra knows. He was the ghost they paraded through the halls, the proof that mindless monsters could still be built from broken men.

“Bring him back alive.”

She raises a brow, catlike. “And if he’s not in the mood to come quietly?”

He doesn't blink. “Then you make him.”

She nods, eyes sharp. “So that’s who we’re going after.”

“He’s one of ours. You’ll do your duty.”

Her claws itch under her gloves.

But somewhere under the dry, brittle tone of his voice… she hears opportunity.

If Bucky Barnes really got out, if he really escaped Hydra—maybe she could too.

Maybe this mission was more than it seemed.

Maybe it was a door.

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Later that night, she paces in her small cell, tension humming in her limbs like static.

A soft sound stops her.

She looks up.

There’s a cat sitting outside the barred window-in the rain.

Black. Still. Watching.

She approaches slowly, breath caught in her throat. Its eyes are the same gold as hers.

It doesn’t blink.

“You’re not real,” she murmurs.

The cat curls its tail tighter.

She stays by the window anyway.

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When dawn comes, she’s already halfway out the building, dressed in shadows and leather, her orders folded in her coat pocket.

The city lights sprawl like a heartbeat below.

She doesn’t say goodbye.

She doesn’t look back.

And in the alley below, just before she leaps, she swears she sees a flicker of fur slip into the dark.

If the cat outside the window makes you cry at some point of the fic... good.

This is technically a Bucky x Reader but right now she’s busy being a mentally ill weapon in a hoodie

I’m not saying this fic is enemies to lovers to “I died for you” but also. Yes I am.

Chapter Two is coming... when the voices say so

Lmk what you think so far!!

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thinking about dropping chapter one tonight... should i?? 👀

like should I cause a little emotional damage on the timeline before bed?? should I ruin your night in the best possible way??

say yes. say please. say drop it you coward.

𓃠 Night Crawlin’, Sky Fallin’ — Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:

Nyx came from shadow and silence, with blood on her hands and a storm in her eyes. They saw what Hydra made her into— and never once asked what it cost. But there’s a difference between surviving and being allowed to live. And she’s tired of begging for both.

The man who should’ve feared her most was the only one who ever dared to look back.

And didn’t run.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Mood: dark angst, cat claws, enemies to lovers(kinda), emotional torture (literally), heartbreak, slow burn

Release date: Already sobbing(soon)

Length: 11 chapters and a pulse-check

💬 “You're not real.” — “Then why do you keep seeing me?” — “Don’t die on me now, freak.”

Inspired by the song “Night Crawling” by Miley Cyrus

“Sometimes my thoughts are violent

Sometimes they bring me to the light

Sometimes I sit in silence

Sometimes I'm running for my life”

Sneak Peek:

> “Do it,” you sneer, lifting your chin to the barrel of the gun.

“Pull the trigger. That’s what everyone does anyway.” Bucky doesn’t shoot.

He stares at you like you’re bleeding in a language he almost understands.

Chapters:

𓃠Chapter one — Velvet Claws

𓃠Chapter two — Shadows on Your Six

𓃠Chapter three — And the Blood Still Burns

𓃠Chapter four — Broken Things Don’t Beg

𓃠Chapter five — Teeth Behind the Smile

𓃠Chapter six — The Ones You Save

𓃠Chapter seven — What Makes You Stay

𓃠Chapter eight — She Was the Bullet

𓃠Chapter nine — Hollow Mercy

𓃠Chapter ten — Mercy Wakes the Dead

𓃠Chapter eleven — Velvet Resurrection

Tags:

feral reader, sarcastic to cope, Hydra trauma survivors club, hydra did NOT slay, enemies to lovers with bite marks, double agent chaos, betrayal with tears, soft after the storm, avengers don’t trust her (oops), interns are evil, trauma girl summer, wanda cries, bucky spirals, reader hallucinates her demons, found family if you squint (and cry), emotional tension so thick it’s alive, reader is violent but loyal, nyx supremacy, necro-shadow girl meets metal arm sad boy, they don’t kiss until you’re already ruined

Please like + reblog if you want! Comments keep me alive like weird cat dna kept Nyx alive xoxo

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“Soft on You” (bucky barnes x f!reader) 18+

Summary:

Your new job as the assistant to congressman Bucky Barnes should be simple. He’s professional, polished, a walking distraction, and a little bratty with everyone except you.

He speaks softly, holds doors, and somehow makes your entire nervous system malfunction just by looking at you. The worst part? Calls you sweetheart in that voice that makes your knees question their structural integrity.

And the more time you spend with him, the harder it is to pretend you're not completely, stupidly in love with him.

release date: soon!

warnings: smut +18, soft dom!bucky, jealousy, brain-melting boss behavior

💬“You smiled at him like that smile was meant to be shared,” he murmured. “That smile’s mine.”

Sneak Peek:

“Are you cold?”

You blinked up at him. “N-no. Maybe a little. It’s not—”

Before you could finish, Bucky was already slipping off his coat. He draped it over your shoulders like it was nothing.

Like it didn’t make your brain completely short-circuit.

You looked down, swallowed hard. “You didn’t have to—"

“I know,” he said softly. “I wanted to.”

You were going to die. Right here. In the hallway. Death by gentleman.

Tags:

reader losing her mind, office romance, bucky is so soft, kdrama energy, smitten bucky, fictional men ruining lives, pining idiots, reader is losing it, soft but hot, reblog if you love soft men, he’s so big help, what do you MEAN he said sweetheart, no thoughts just bucky barnes in a suit, this fic made me blush at 3am, i love one (1) emotionally repressed gentleman, she’s trying to work but he exists, someone sedate me this is too much, brain go brrrr when he speaks

fic drops soon. don't say I didn't warn you!

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“Beg Sweet” — Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (+18)

Summary:

He’s cocky. You’re cruel.

He calls you bossy. You call him pretty boy.

Then you make him beg.

It was supposed to be just another mission.

Now Bucky Barnes is on his knees, asking what else you want—

and you haven’t even taken your heels off yet.

Pairing: bucky barnes x latina!widow!reader

Release date: coming soon 😈

Warnings (18+): possessive behavior, explicit smut, bilingual filth (Spanish/English), power play, brat taming

💬“Don’t make me ask twice.” — “Keep your hands where I want them.” — “Beg sweeter.”

Sneak Peek:

“You gonna behave?”

“No,” Bucky growls, jaw clenched. “Make me.”

You smile. Sweet. Sharp.

“Gladly.”

Chapters:

Chapter One — Deadly in Dior

Chapter Two — Call Me Amor Again and Die

Chapter Three — You’re Lucky You’re Pretty

Chapter Four — Bite Me, Pretty Boy

Chapter Five — Gunplay & Foreplay

Chapter Six — Wanna Be My Good Boy?

Chapter Seven — Bleed For Me, Baby

Chapter Eight — Use Your Words

Chapter Nine — Say You’re Mine

Chapter Ten — This Is What You Wanted, Isn’t It?

Chapter Eleven — I’d Burn It All For You

Tags:

sub bucky supremacy, reader is hot and terrifying, bucky is a gentleman, he calls her ma’am and means it, fake marriage and real tension, she brought heels to a gunfight, knifeplay but make it foreplay, bilingual smut hits different, bucky is obsessed it’s embarrassing, he was raised right and ruined better, soft dom menace reader, she told him to beg sweet and he did, he tried to flirt and got pinned, bucky barnes simp agenda, i can fix him but i’d rather ruin him, lethal woman soft voice, bucky’s a brat pass it on, reader owns his spine and soul

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A Coin Flip Away - Bucky Barnes x Reader

⚁ Chapter Two: Breakfast, Blood, and Bizarre Bonding

Summary:

You’ve survived 23 days with the New Avengers and somehow become everyone’s problem and weird little favorite. Coffee crimes are committed. Popcorn is weaponized. There’s sparring, mild death threats, surprise yoga mat miracles, and movie night chaos.

Also: Bucky, damp and grumpy, continues to pretend you’re not growing on him. Badly.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: mild violence, popcorn abuse, emotional sneak attacks

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You’d been a part of the New Avengers for exactly twenty-three days.

In that time, you’d:

Broken a training bot by drop-kicking it into a ceiling fan.

Tripped John mid-sprint during a team run and blamed it on “the wind.”

Started a prank war with Bob.

Stolen Alexei’s Red Guardian helmet and used it as a popcorn bowl.

Put a sign on Bucky’s bedroom door that read “Brooding in Progress: Do Not Disturb Unless You’re Me.”

In short, you’d made yourself at home. And this morning? This morning was a war zone.

“Who the hell used the last of the coffee?!” Ava’s voice rang out like a gunshot across the compound kitchen. She was already dressed in black combat gear, hair in a tight ponytail, and absolutely not emotionally stable without caffeine.

You casually raised a hand from your perch on the counter, swinging your legs like a gremlin. “Might’ve been me.”

She blinked slowly. “Did you at least make more?”

You popped the last bite of a cinnamon Pop-Tart in your mouth. “I put some grounds in water and shook it. That counts?”

Yelena choked on her tea. “She’s unwell.”

“I’m creative,” you corrected, and then waved at Bob as he entered, still yawning. “Morning, Puppy.”

Bob sighed, already defeated. “Please don’t call me that in front of Red Guardian again.”

As if summoned by chaos, Alexei stomped in. “Ah, my favorite tiny American psychopath!” He ruffled your hair hard enough to make you squeak. “Still alive, I see.”

“Unfortunately,” Bucky muttered from the doorway, fully dressed in black tactical gear and a scowl, his vibranium arm magnet-free—(for now).

You saluted him with a mug. “Welcome to hell, Barnes. Coffee’s dead. So are your hopes and dreams.”

He didn’t answer. Just gave you one long, tired look that somehow said I regret my entire existence and stop looking at me like that at the same time.

You beamed at him.

Yelena leaned in beside you. “You’re obsessed.”

“I’m consistent.”

“Obsessed.”

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Later: Training, chaos-style the team was gathered in the training dome, partnered off.

Valentina was watching from above, arms crossed, Mel beside her—clipboard in hand and judgmental as ever.

You were paired with Ava, who you liked to call “Ms. Phases-Through-Bullshit.” She punched like a ghost with vengeance issues.

Meanwhile, Bob was dodging Alexei like a caffeinated squirrel, and John Walker was making dramatic grunting noises every time he moved, like he was auditioning for a bad gym commercial.

You dodged Ava’s kick with a laugh, flipping backward and landing with a wink. “You trying to kill me, babe?”

“Yes,” Ava said calmly. “You’re right above Walker on my hit list.”

“Aw. That’s romance.”

Across the mat, Bucky was mid-spar with Yelena—focused, sharp, all coiled muscle and repressed emotions. You couldn’t help but watch him.

Then Mel walked over and handed him a datapad. You immediately tripped over absolutely nothing.

“Shit—”

Your body pitched forward—but instead of faceplanting, your luck kicked in.

A yoga mat that wasn’t there a second ago slid under you, courtesy of a passing intern’s cart bumping into the stack.

You landed in a perfect, ridiculous sprawl.

Ava stood over you, arms crossed. “Did you just almost die?”

“Nope,” you said, arms wide like you meant to do it. “Just performing a surprise floor inspection. Safety first.”

She blinked slowly. “You’re completely deranged.”

You grinned up at her. “Join the club. We’ve got jackets and snacks.”

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Movie Night That Evening

Somehow, despite your complete inability to take anything seriously, you’d wormed your way into everyone’s favorite person—or at least most tolerable.

Even John. (Okay, barely John. He still glared at you every time you added hot sauce to his protein shake.)

You and Yelena claimed the couch. Ava sat on the floor, back to the armrest, while Bob hovered in a blanket fort he’d constructed from stolen couch cushions. Alexei was manspreading like a king beside John, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.

You were halfway through your dramatic retelling of Shrek 2 (“*He had a sword and a little hat! A little hat!*”) when Bucky finally walked in, towel around his neck, hair damp from a late shower.

You threw a handful of popcorn at him.

He dodged with a sigh. “Seriously?”

You motioned to the space beside you. “We saved you a seat, Your Highness.”

He didn’t move.

You patted the cushion again, exaggeratedly. “Don’t make me beg. Or do. Kinda hot either way.”

Yelena whispered, “Please stop flirting in my presence.”

Bucky sat—not beside you, but two seats down. Still within sarcastic range.

“Coward,” you mumbled.

“I heard that.”

“You were meant to.”

---

After everyone fell asleep you stayed up, tucked in your blanket, chewing on a piece of candy and watching the screen flicker.

Bucky hadn’t left yet.

You turned to him, suddenly quieter. “Hey.”

He glanced over. “What?”

“You ever feel like… if you weren’t here, everything would be quieter. Less insane.”

He frowned. “Are you saying that to me, or about yourself?”

You shrugged. “Both.”

He didn’t answer for a moment. Then: “The insanity helps. Keeps things from feeling too real.”

You looked at him. “I’m your favorite part of the insanity.”

He huffed out a soft breath. Almost like a laugh. “You’re delusional.”

“Still your favorite.”

He didn’t argue.

yeah yeah it’s only 2k words I know that’s basically a tweet in fic world but listen. I'm setting the stage. the chaos is brewing. the flirting is escalating. bucky is malfunctioning.

the word count goes feral soon, promise. trust the process. trust the popcorn violence.

Reblog or I’ll replace your protein shake with hot sauce. No one is safe. 🖤

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── .✦ MASTERLIST

Welcome to the chaos. Here’s where my messy little worlds live. Full of heartbreak, tension, knives-to-throats, and the occasional Hello Kitty magnet.

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─ .✦ NIGHT CRAWLIN', SKY FALLIN'

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Ongoing | Pre-Civil War AU

Enemies to reluctant allies. A black cat in Hydra’s cage. Shadow powers, sharpened teeth, and a slow-burn that’ll claw your heart out.

Summary:

She came from shadow and silence, with blood on her hands and a storm in her bones. They saw what Hydra made her into—but never once asked what it cost. The man who should’ve feared her most? He’s the only one who looked back.

> Inspired by “Night Crawling” by Miley Cyrus.

“Sometimes my thoughts are violent / Sometimes they bring me to the light...”

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─ .✦ A COIN FLIP AWAY

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Ongoing |

Luck is a dangerous thing in the wrong hands—and hers are very wrong. A wild card with a dark past crashes into the New Avengers compound. Bucky hates her, obviously. So why can’t he stop staring?

Summary:

She’s chaos in lipstick and combat boots, with luck-kinesis and a problem with authority. He’s a ghost trying to keep his hands clean. Fate brought them together—but it might tear the whole team apart.

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─ .✦ BEG SWEET

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Ongoing |

He’s a man trying to bury his past, only to find himself tangled in hers. What happens when control slips away, and the lines between power and desire blur?

Summary:

She’s lethal, soft-spoken, and wrapped in mystery. He’s a former assassin who thinks he’s got control—until she makes him kneel. A power play dripping with danger, desire, and sharp edges. Pretty boy never knew he could be so undone.

📖 Read Here ←

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𓃠 Night Crawlin’, Sky Fallin’ — Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:

Nyx came from shadow and silence, with blood on her hands and a storm in her eyes. They saw what Hydra made her into— and never once asked what it cost. But there’s a difference between surviving and being allowed to live. And she’s tired of begging for both.

The man who should’ve feared her most was the only one who ever dared to look back.

And didn’t run.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Mood: dark angst, cat claws, enemies to lovers(kinda), emotional torture (literally), heartbreak, slow burn

Length: 11 chapters and a pulse-check

💬 “You're not real.” — “Then why do you keep seeing me?” — “Don’t die on me now, freak.”

Inspired by the song “Night Crawling” by Miley Cyrus

“Sometimes my thoughts are violent

Sometimes they bring me to the light

Sometimes I sit in silence

Sometimes I'm running for my life”

Sneak Peek:

> “Do it,” you sneer, lifting your chin to the barrel of the gun.

“Pull the trigger. That’s what everyone does anyway.” Bucky doesn’t shoot.

He stares at you like you’re bleeding in a language he almost understands.

Chapters:

𓃠Chapter one — Velvet Claws

𓃠Chapter two — Shadows on Your Six

𓃠Chapter three — And the Blood Still Burns

𓃠Chapter four — Broken Things Don’t Beg

𓃠Chapter five — Teeth Behind the Smile

𓃠Chapter six — The Ones You Save

𓃠Chapter seven — What Makes You Stay

𓃠Chapter eight — She Was the Bullet

𓃠Chapter nine — Hollow Mercy

𓃠Chapter ten — Mercy Wakes the Dead

𓃠Chapter eleven — Velvet Resurrection

Tags:

feral reader, sarcastic to cope, Hydra trauma survivors club, hydra did NOT slay, enemies to lovers with bite marks, double agent chaos, betrayal with tears, soft after the storm, avengers don’t trust her (oops), interns are evil, trauma girl summer, wanda cries, bucky spirals, reader hallucinates her demons, found family if you squint (and cry), emotional tension so thick it’s alive, reader is violent but loyal, nyx supremacy, necro-shadow girl meets metal arm sad boy, they don’t kiss until you’re already ruined

Please like + reblog if you want! Comments keep me alive like weird cat dna kept Nyx alive xoxo

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⭑.ᐟ✦︎ A Coin Flip Away - Bucky Barnes x Reader

⚀ Chapter One: Hello Kitty and the Tin Man

Summary:

You’re the newest addition to the New Avengers: lethal, sarcastic, and armed with chaos (and luck-kinesis). Bucky Barnes is brooding. You’re obsessed. He hates attention. You decorate his arm with Hello Kitty magnets. Let the emotional warfare begin.

Word Count: 2.4k

masterlist • next chapter

Tags: bucky barnes, reader has no chill, glitter gremlin energy, emotional support snacks, lucky girl syndrome but make it violent, hello kitty magnets as a power move, metal daddy era, slow burn or slow torture who’s to say, enemies? lovers? emotional trauma buddies?, mel can choke respectfully, bob is a golden retriever with PTSD, yelena is your partner in crime and judgment, bucky needs therapy and so do you, team bonding but everyone wants to kill each other, reader is fate’s little mistake and proud of it

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The elevator doors slid open with a cheerful ding! that was utterly inappropriate for the disaster it was about to deliver.

You stepped into the New Avengers compound like you owned the place. Combat boots scuffed. Jacket patched up with safety pins. Bag of snacks in one hand, a sparkly pink duffel in the other, and absolutely no concept of boundaries. You were a walking contradiction: chaos in eyeliner, sarcasm wrapped in combat skill, and—by some cosmic joke—cursed (or blessed?) with the freakishly rare power of luck-kinesis.

You could sneeze and win a lottery. Trip and accidentally break into a Hydra facility. Fall off a building and land on a mattress being carried out by movers.

People didn’t know whether to fear you or follow you into battle. Which is exactly why Valentina recruited you. Unfortunately, she’d also stuck you on a team that included him.

James Buchanan Barnes.

The Tin Man himself.

You’d seen him across the training deck that first morning, quiet and distant, arms crossed, face unreadable—and you'd immediately decided to dedicate the rest of your existence to emotionally terrorizing him. With love, obviously.

God, he was hot. In that brooding, PTSD, 106-years-of-unprocessed-emotion way.

He hated you. You were sure of it. He didn’t even try to hide the eye rolls when you opened your mouth. But you couldn’t help yourself. Watching that metal arm twitch in annoyance was your new favorite sport.

That’s exactly why you snuck into the armory this morning.

And it’s why Bucky Barnes was now walking through the lounge with five glittery Hello Kitty magnets stuck to his vibranium arm and a pink ribbon tied around his wrist.

He hadn’t noticed yet.

But oh, when he did.

You were already sprawled across the common room couch like it was your throne, casually tossing popcorn in the air and catching it in your mouth.

Yelena noticed him first.

Her smirk curled instantly. “You’ve got... decoration,” she said in that dry, mildly threatening Russian drawl.

Bucky paused. Looked at her. Then glanced down.

Silence.

You braced yourself.

He blinked slowly, staring at the carnage clinging to his sleek matte-black arm: sparkly cartoon cats, a pink bow, and—wait for it—a magnet that read “Cuddly Metal Daddy” in Comic Sans.

You’d custom-ordered that one.

“You,” he growled.

You grinned. “Me.”

He stalked toward you, boots heavy against the tile. “I will launch you into the sun.”

You didn’t flinch. You just leaned forward with a shit-eating grin. “Well, technically, I’d survive. Luck powers. Might bounce off and land in Fiji.”

Yelena snorted from the kitchen. Bob was choking on his protein shake, trying not to laugh. Even Ava—queen of stoic silence—let out a rare smirk.

Bucky stopped right in front of you, glaring down.

“You think this is funny?”

“Extremely,” you said brightly. “Besides, you’re welcome. You’ve been looking a little emotionally constipated lately. Color therapy is a thing.”

He reached for the magnets.

You grabbed his wrist.

He froze.

You were still grinning, but your voice dipped lower—just enough for only him to hear. “Admit it. You love the attention.”

His eyes narrowed. You saw something flicker there. A twitch in his jaw. A crack in the façade.

You let go. “No worries, Metal Daddy. I’ll change them out next week. Thinking Lisa Frank bears next time.”

He walked off without another word, but you caught it.

The tiniest smirk, tugging at the corner of his lips.

Victory.

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Later that day...

“Why is Bucky avoiding you?” Ava asked, deadpan, as she handed you a protein bar.

You took it with a sigh. “Because I’m an emotional hurricane in glitter boots, probably.”

“I think he likes it,” she added.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“He doesn’t tell you to stop.”

That... was true.

You could practically set his bed on fire and he’d just sigh and say, “You’re lucky I don’t kill you.” He never meant it. And he always let you get away with everything.

Even when Mel walked in the room.

God, you hated Mel.

Valentina’s assistant. All smooth words and perfect posture. The kind of woman who wore perfume that cost more than your rent and looked like she never sweated. Ever.

And Bucky talked to her. Once. For a full 45 seconds!!.

You hadn’t recovered.

“She looks like the kind of person who takes notes during sex,” you muttered bitterly one afternoon, watching Bucky nod politely as Mel briefed him on some mission crap you didn’t care about.

Yelena nearly dropped her knife. “You are deranged.”

You shrugged. “She’s probably into spreadsheets. Like—oh yes, James, you’ve achieved 65% intensity. Shall we increase to 72?”

“I hate how vivid that is.”

“You’re welcome.”

Bob passed through at that exact moment and said, “What are we talking about?”

You turned to him. “Shut up, Puppy.”

He groaned. “Seriously, why do you keep calling me that?”

“Because you have the vibes of a Labrador with a gun.”

He glared.

You offered him a gummy worm.

He took it.

Ava watched the whole thing with a slow blink. “How are you alive?”

“Statistically? I shouldn’t be,” you said, stretching out on the couch. “But probability bends for me. I’m fate’s favorite mistake.”

“Cute,” Yelena muttered. “We’re all going to die.”

You were about to reply when you felt it—that slight pull in your chest. The subtle shift in the air around you. A spark.

Bucky was watching you from across the room.

You didn’t look directly at him, but you felt it anyway. His eyes on your hands. Your mouth. Like he was trying to figure you out, or decide if you were dangerous.

You smiled to yourself.

Too late for that, Barnes.

He looked away when you caught him, but not fast enough.

You didn’t need your powers to know.

The odds were already in your favor.

🖤✨ Please like, reblog, scream in the tags, or whisper Metal Daddy into the void — every little interaction fuels my chaos.

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⭑.ᐟ✦︎ A Coin Flip Away - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You didn’t mean to fall for Bucky Barnes, especially not when he glared at you like you were a walking headache with glitter in your teeth. But somewhere between the hello kitty magnets on his arm, grenade dives, and jealousy wars with Valentina’s assistant, your luck-kinesis powers pulled more than just mission outcomes — they pulled his heart.

Pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

Word count: 30k+ (multi-chapter, slow burn)

Release date: Friday, June 20.ᐟ

7 chapters | soon

💬 “I hate you.” — “No you don’t.” — “...Shut up.”

Sneak Peek:

> “You put another one of those stupid magnets on my arm,” Bucky growls, “and I swear—”

“What?” you grin. “You’ll fall in love with me harder?”

He glares. You wink. And somewhere deep in his cold, metal heart, another circuit shorts out.

tags: sarcastic!reader, luck powers, enemies to lovers, found family, new avengers squad (yelena, ava, bob, alexei, john, bucky), reader loves annoying bucky, jealousy, reader hates mel, hello kitty magnet supremacy, emotional repression, slow burn, reader gives zero shits until she gives all of them, chaotic but loyal, happy ending, soft bucky if you squint, emotional tension, chaos and comfort, reader saves the team with luck and spite, bob is her emotional support puppy · alexei is her loud uncle · reader+ yelena + ava = chaotic trio

Chapters:

⚀ Chapter one — Hello Kitty and the Tin Man

⚁ Chapter two — Breakfast, Blood, and Bizarre Bonding

⚂ Chapter three — Lucky Shots and Jealousy Triggers

⚃ Chapter four — don’t you dare die

⚄ Chapter five — you’re in my head

⚅ Chapter six — choosing him

☘︎ Epilogue — you lucky bastard!

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