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[gobackhomewhereitssafe]

You and Eddie haven’t exactly told everyone you’re together…

…

Eddie hears a knock at the door of his trailer and hastily throws on some shorts and the closest shirt he can find.

“Eddie, it’s me! I left my backpack here after Hellfire the other night!”

It was Dustin. Eddie opened the door and let him in.

“Hey man, sorry I know it’s kinda early but I have homework and I need my stuff.” Dustin explained.

“S’okay, man. I think it’s in the living room somewhere.” Eddie said.

“Thanks, it’ll just take a second.” Dustin started looking around the room. He hears the sound of running water. “Is someone in the shower? I thought your uncle was still at work?”

“Uhh. Yeah. It’s my girlfriend.” Eddie looked at the ground and shuffled his feet.

Dustin looked at Eddie incredulously. “Since when do you have a girlfriend? I haven’t seen you with a girl since I met you.”

“It’s a recent development, ok?” Eddie said, rolling his fingers in a circle as if to say ‘hurry it up’.

“Who is she?” Dustin asked, overturning pillows still looking for his bag.

“Uhh, well? It’s y/n, actually.”

Dustin stared at Eddie for a second and then burst out laughing. “Ok, fine. Don’t tell me. But you don’t have to make shit up.”

“I’m not making it up!”

“Ok, man. Have it your way.” Dustin shook his head, mumbling about ‘y/n y/l/n’.

“How hard is it to find a damn backpack? It’s not between the couch cushions, Henderson. It’s around here somewhere.” Eddie was looking around the kitchen just when Steve walked in the door, impatient.

“Henderson! What is taking so long?! Oh, hey Eddie. Hey, what’s y/n’s car doing outside?”

Dustin froze and turned to gawk at Eddie. “Wait, seriously? Y/n?!” Eddie just nodded.

Steve wasn’t getting it. “What? What are we talking about?”

“Eddie says that’s his ‘girlfriend��� in the shower. He says it’s y/n.”

Steve looks at Eddie. “Wait…sorry. No offense but…how?!”

“I don’t know, man, ok? I met her, we hung out, we kept hanging out and I fell in love with her. And the gods decided to grace me with some luck and for some fuckin’ reason, she loves me, too.” Eddie shrugged. “But I’m sure as shit not mad about it.”

“No fuckin’ way. Sorry, man. There’s just no fuckin’ way.” Steve waved his hands across his chest.

They all heard the water turn off, and turned to the sound. They heard your voice call from the other side of the door. “Sorry, babe. I used all the hot water...” A few seconds later, you walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you and your hair still dripping. “I guess you should have…joined…me…” You trailed off as you noticed Eddie was not alone in the living room.

“Oh, uh. Hey, guys. Fancy seeing you here.” You waved awkwardly. The men just stared in various degrees of surprise, Steve returned a weak two-fingered salute. Eddie put his hand in front of Dustin’s eyes. “Ok, cool. I’m just gonna, go in there…” You pointed to the direction of Eddie’s room. You padded down the hall and closed the door.

Steve and Dustin turned to Eddie. Dustin spoke first. “Dude. Just…how?”

Steve chimed in. “Yeah man, like…people are gonna flip about this. Eddie “the Freak” Munson and Y/n Y/l/n?? Dude this’ll be the headline of the school newspaper!”

“Which is why we didn’t want to tell you guys, shit!” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose and threw his hands in the air.

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Hi, Baby (Part 1)

Your relationship with Bucky changes when you're injured on a mission.

Warnings: Fluff & mild violence.

You're the newest member of the team but you've quickly proven yourself to be a powerful and trustworthy asset. Each member of the team has grown to adore you and watch over you as a sister, but something is different about your bond with Bucky. It's been a wordless evolution. You are best friends but it's more than that. He's been your protector and you his source of calm. You gravitated towards each other from the beginning and the team has never questioned your dynamic. If anything it's made you a better team. You call each other pet names like "baby" and "doll", but it's never been seen by anyone as anything but a solid friendship.

The most recent mission with Nat and Steve was a success. You'd taken out an entire pod of enemy HYDRA soldiers on your own while they raced to your location. One soldier had gotten around you and managed to attack you from behind. You were stabbed in the side but still managed to put a bullet between the soldier's eyes. Steve carried you to the jet, but you'd lost consciousness before you made it back to the compound. The last thing you remember was asking Nat to call Bucky.

***

Bucky burst through the doors of the compound with Sam right behind him. They'd been sent on a mission of their own and abandoned it when Bucky got word that you'd been hurt. He was breathing hard and his eyes were wide, pleading. The whole team had gathered outside the doors of the med bay, exchanging serious looks and hoping someone else would be the one to speak first.

"Where is she?" He was frantic, panicked. He looked at Nat, pleading.

"She's going to be OK. She's sleeping" Nat soothed, but she looked worried.

"Can I see her?!"

"Of course." She paused. "Bucky, just know, she looks really bad. But she really is going to be OK. She did so well, she was amazing. She saved our asses, actually. Bruce gave her something for the pain. She might not want to talk for very long."

Bucky started to push open the lab door, but before he walked through Nat stopped him. "Just so you know, before she fell asleep, she was asking for you."

***

You were sleeping in the hospital bed Bruce had set up in the lab. You were covered in bruises and your lip was split and swollen. Someone had cleaned you up, but blood had started to seep through some of the bandages on your face and arms.

Bucky slid the chair up beside you and sat down. He touched your face in the one spot that didn't look like it would hurt you. He slowly ran his thumb along your cheek until you stirred. You slowly blinked awake and after a few seconds you saw who was sitting with you and smiled.

"Hi, baby." You sighed. Bucky could have cried hearing your voice.

"I was so worried."

"I know." You gripped the hand that was holding your face and held it tight. "I'm going to be fine."

"I should have been there."

"No. We both had jobs to do. This isn't your fault." You paused in thought. “When I was out there, I did everything you taught me to do. You might not have been there, but I’m still alive because of you.” You leaned your head into his palm. "And you're here now."

You looked at each other without speaking for a while. Your face grew more contented as the time passed and you didn't realize you'd started to smile.

"Why do you look at me like that?" He asked.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm your favorite person."

You tilted your head and looked at him, bemused. "You are."

You were fighting to keep your eyes open now, and Bucky could tell.

"You're tired, aren't you, baby?" He asked. You nodded and blinked sleepily.

He moved his hand from your face and took your hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hand gently. "What can I do? What do you need?"

"Just stay. Stay here with me." You started to doze off but you could still hear him.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm here, baby. I won't leave you again."

You felt his hand holding yours. You knew he was close by. You knew you were safe. Despite the pain your were in you knew you were going to be OK, because Bucky was there. As you fell asleep again, you yawned and sighed out "I love you."

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She’s the Only One

This is my first post! It’s the fake scenario I currently fall asleep to every night. I finally had to write it down. I’m not totally satisfied with it, I just usually fall asleep before it ends. Haha.

Pairings: mob!bucky x you

Warnings: violence, mild angst, fluff

The night had been going unbelievably well. It was the first time you were meeting Bucky’s friends. They’d taken to you instantly and you’d spent hours at a booth in his club listening to their stories, you’d hardly stopped laughing. Bucky was the happiest he could remember being. He couldn’t stop watching you, amazed at how natural it felt to be with you, easy as breathing. And he realized, as necessary. 

Everything happened so fast and so slow at the same time, it was disorienting. Like a scene from a movie, suddenly bottles behind the bar started to explode as if in slow motion. The sound of shattering glass filled the room as screams erupted from every corner of the club. Bodies were dropping to the floor, some dead, some simply trying to crawl to safety. A group of men had opened fire, and their target was anyone. 

You had barely begun to process what was happening when you felt a strong hand push your head down. You felt yourself being tucked under Bucky’s arm, his hand gripped your waist and he was half-carrying you out of the booth. He kept you behind him and you watched as his metal hand shot out in front of him. It moved with alarming precision, you heard the sharp “pings” as the bullets aimed at him were deflected off of his palm. He never flinched. You couldn’t close your eyes. You watched his face, hard with concentration. You couldn’t understand it, but you were not afraid. His men had convened into a line in front of you, returning heavy fire. Bucky led you both out through the kitchen and out the back door, into a waiting car. He had no sooner closed the car door and it was peeling away down the alley. 

The car ride was silent at first. He was too afraid to speak, too afraid that if he broke the silence it would fill with you screaming at him for putting you in that situation. You opened your mouth to speak and he squeezed his eyes shut, preparing himself for the onslaught. 

“Where are we going?” You asked, merely curious. His eyes snapped open wide in surprise. He could barely comprehend your casual tone. Of all the questions you could have asked, that was all you wanted to know?

“Safe house.” He said. You nodded, and took his hand as you leaned your head against the window. 

The drive was long, and you’d eventually dozed off on the way. Bucky knew you had to be in shock. Nothing else could explain your lack of fear. No anger, no panic. Once you were asleep, he called Steve. 

“Who the fuck was it?” He spoke low as not to wake you, but his voice was urgent. 

“Rumlow’s boys. Ambushed us in retaliation for the deal with Zemo. We’re behind you. We weren’t followed. See you in a minute.”

Bucky snapped the phone shut, and crushed it into pieces.

...

He was beyond pissed, but he carried you like a baby, gentle as could be. The mix of feelings he had was making it hard for him to breathe. Furious, scared, worried, enraged. You looked peaceful, which was helping him stay focused.

He laid you on the bed and your body automatically responded to the soft sheets, stretching then curling up, and you let out a soft sigh. He felt his heart squeeze and tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. He pulled the blanket over you and tucked it under your chin. He moved an armchair closer to the bed, so he could sit beside you and reached out to run his thumb across your forehead. He didn’t know if you even needed soothing, but it made him feel helpful and he didn’t know what else to do.

“Is she ok?” Bucky tore his eyes away from you to see Steve leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his face serious.

“Yes. She didn’t get hit.” He looked back to you. “She’s just sleeping.”

“How much did she see?”

“Everything.” Bucky said, a mix of rage and guilt in his voice.

“What are we going to do about it?” He put both hands up defensively, shaking his head in response to Bucky’s head snapping up, knowing what normally happened to witnesses. “I don’t mean it like that. I mean, what are we going to do for her. Is she going to be alright?”

Bucky relaxed slightly and returned his gaze to your face. “Full protection, around the clock. And she does not leave my sight until every last one of them is dead.” Bucky’s jaw tightened, the only sign of his fury, as he continued to softly stroke your hair. “But yes, I think she’ll be alright,” he said. 

Steve nodded. He watched as Bucky noticed you moving. Still asleep, a frown slowly formed on your face, your fingers started to twitch and your hands turned into fists. You whimpered softly. You were having a bad dream. Bucky’s metal hand moved to gently massage the hard furrow between your eyes until your face relaxed again. He moved his hand to your cheek and leaned down to put his face next to yours. He whispered into your ear, “Shhh, baby, you’re ok. I’ve got you.” He nuzzled his face into your hair and kissed the top of your head. You didn’t wake, but responded to his touch by pushing your head into his palm, like a kitten. He resumed thumbing soothing brushes across your face.

“I’ve never seen you like this before, Buck.” Steve said. “This one is different.”

“She’s the only one.” Bucky said simply. Bucky felt weak, his mind forcing the image of what could have happened tonight into his head. He shuddered and instinctively moved to hover protectively over you.

“You’re in love, pal.”

Bucky didn’t look away from you. “I know.” 

...

You stirred and stretched, slowly opening your eyes and taking in your unfamiliar surroundings. You turned to your side and saw Bucky’s figure immediately slide off the chair he was in to be face-to-face with you. He looked so sad. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“What’s wrong?” He almost yelled. “What’s wrong?! You were almost killed last night. I’m waiting for you to run screaming from this room! I spent the whole night trying and failing to prepare myself for you to leave me!” 

“You didn’t sleep at all?” Your tone was only concerned. It was absolutely maddening that you were so calm.

“Baby,” he paused. He was truly confused. “I don’t understand. How are you so...ok? Last night, you could have died. Weren’t you even scared?” 

You thought for a moment and answered honestly. “No.”

“Why not?”

You took Bucky’s face in your hands and looked him in the eyes. “Because.” You pulled him closer and gave him a long, firm kiss. “I was with you.” 

He rested his forehead against yours and chuckled softly in relief. “Goddamn, baby. You are one tough bitch.” His tone was pure awe.

You smiled. “Yes. And you are stuck with me.”