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Oh same, Seb/Bucky's smile is just... 🤤❤️

And yes, the ending!! but reader's gonna be fiiiine 👀

Thank you for reading and commenting, Jo! ❤️

nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

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nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

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nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

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nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

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nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

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okay so bandit!bucky is coming.....BUT instead I got sidetracked by a thunderbolts fic so that's coming first

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also totally unrelated but i met seb last year and he's genuinely SO lovely

I know I haven't used this blog in like a year but.........would anyone like some bandit!Bucky?

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also should say, this isn't connected to my Robin Hood au, it's more like Westley from the Princess Bride

I know I haven't used this blog in like a year but.........would anyone like some bandit!Bucky?

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I know I haven't used this blog in like a year but.........would anyone like some bandit!Bucky?

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hii! i love ur work,, can i request an autistic!bucky fluff fic? 🥹 i hope ur having a good day! <3

hi anon! thank you so much! I hope you're having a good day too! unfortunately, I'm not taking fic requests at the moment, just because i have a lot of wips i wanna finish up first. that's not to say i won't write it in the future though, just not right now. sorry! 💕

anyone else have a similar fic or wanna take the request for anon?

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Finally updated my Bucky masterlist so it's now up to date and no longer showing fics from September as the most recent one 🫡

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Ahhh thank you Cia! And yes, Bucky absolutely deserves some happiness ❤️

wanted dead or alive - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: In a city ruled by the villainous and greedy Sheriff Zemo, a hero emerges - Bucky Barnes. Together with his band of merry men, they steal from the rich and give to the poor. After doing it for a while, he’s come to expect that doing so makes him less than popular with the nobles. But he never expected to meet someone like Lady Y/N. (Robin Hood!AU) Pairing: Outlaw!Bucky Barnes x Noble/Lady!Female!Reader Warnings:  Mentions of poverty and starvation, period typical sexism and classism, mentions of a potential arranged marriage, reader's parents are assholes, and Bucky and his Merry Men threatening reader at first. But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: I've had this idea in the works for a while, and finally got the motivation to finish it. Thank you so much to @mrsmischief209 for helping me work out this idea, for beta reading, and for helping me decide on the Nick Fowler look for Robin Hood!Bucky 👀

Once upon a time, in a city on the outskirts of a forest, Sheriff Zemo ruled with an iron fist, casting fear over the community. Selfish and cruel, he and his henchmen found a twisted pleasure in tormenting the people, whether by having his henchmen be deliberately rough with them, or by imprisoning those who dared to speak out against him. But what brought him the most joy was rising taxes and spending the money on himself and his lavish lifestyle. As the people starved, the Sheriff, his henchmen and the nobles flourished, untouched by his laws.

However, it wasn't long before a hero emerged from the shadows, filled with unwavering determination to aid the people and break free from the relentless grip of poverty. Bucky Barnes, witnessing the people's suffering under the Sheriff's rule, couldn’t bear it anymore, so decided to take action. 

It started small - he’d discreetly sneak a few pieces of bread and cheese to people whenever he could without being noticed. As time went on, he upped his skills, and stole more and more food. As time went on, he met various allies who wanted to help his cause: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and others. They formed their own band of rebels, aiming to help the people. Bucky’s Merry Men. As they continued to evade capture, Bucky's determination to dismantle the system grew stronger.

Because although it felt incredibly gratifying to help feed the people, that still wasn’t enough. Zemo's men were still freely attacking and tormenting the impoverished city and its people, with no fear of punishment, imprisoning anyone who spoke out. Bucky and his men knew there was still more to do.

So, they started stealing money from the wealthy and giving it back to the poor. And with each new theft, the nobles and higher-ups grew increasingly aware of their actions.

Especially Sheriff Zemo. First, he sent his henchmen out to get them, but each time, they just evaded his grasp, skilled at hiding in the dense trees surrounding the city, Bucky and his men’s archery skills serving them well. Consumed by anger, Zemo wasted no time in ordering their capture, declaring them as outlaws and placing tempting bounties on their heads to entice the impoverished population to betray them.

Of course, nobody did. So, Bucky and his Merry Men were free to help the people as they pleased, despite the Sheriff and his incredibly powerful friends breathing down their necks.

Yet, despite how gratifying it feels to help others less fortunate than them and enrage the Sheriff in the process… instead, Bucky feels lost. Despite his hatred for the Sheriff, Bucky finds the constant pursuit of him and his men for helping others infuriating, and it only serves to reinforce how insignificant the people are to those in power, and how much they need him. And the longer he observed the people's plight, with no action taken except by him and his Merry Men, the more disillusioned he became with the world.

But most of all, despite his gratitude towards the Merry Men, he secretly dreams of finding his own love and happiness, longing to escape the hardships of poverty. But how can he ever tell them that the heroic outlaw… doesn’t want to be one, at least, not forever?

~ * ~

“Did you see you’ve got a new wanted poster, Bucky?” Steve says to him one day, throwing one over as he and the others relax in the forest, counting the things recovered from their most recent haul. 

“He’s never going to give up, is he?” Bucky laughs. He peers down at the poster, laughing. “I have to admit though, I do look pretty good this time.” He smirks, striking a pose to match the one on the poster. 

“Mhm….” Steve rolls his eyes. “Glad we can see where your priorities lie. Show off.” He teases.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a personalised one.” Bucky smirks. “I’m just in high demand, Steve.” Steve scoffs.

“Yeah, we’re so jealous that Sheriff Zemo isn’t actively encouraging people to hunt us down just for trying to help people.” 

“Technically, he is.” Bucky retorts with a smirk. Although he can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Although grateful for their help, this fight is his alone. He doesn't want them to be hurt because of him.

He can do this alone.

He’s used to being alone, after all. By now, he’s come to expect it.

“Don’t give us that look,” Sam chuckles. “We want to help you. We’re in this together. No arguments.”

“But-”

“But nothing.” Steve cuts him off, and the others nod. Bucky sighs, nodding. 

“Thanks, guys.” He smiles. “It means a lot, you helping me with this.”

“Oh, is the big and scary outlaw suddenly going all gushy and cute on us?” Sam laughs. Bucky rolls his eyes, but can’t deny a small pink hue forms on his cheeks.

“Shove off.” He groans. “Now, come on. Let’s get to work.”

Bucky and the others get started on their training, completely unaware of how their paths would intertwine with someone they could never have expected. Someone else also seeking an escape from their life, this time on the opposite end of the social spectrum. 

~ * ~ 

“Are you sure this is safe, my lady?” Lady Y/N’s maid Rose asks. Y/N chuckles. 

“I’ll be fine. It’s just a ride in the forest.” She smiles, smoothing down her dress. “And I told you already, you can just call me Y/N. Only my parents expect their full titles.” She groans. “I hate it. It feels so impersonal. You’re just the same as me, regardless of our upbringing.”

Despite her noble birth, her life of privilege and wealth, being taught and practically raised by maids and tutors, wearing fine silks and eating quality meals with fine wine to wash it down with…. Y/N hates every single part of it. She hates how people around them flaunt their wealth whilst others suffer, and how her family expects her to find a smug, rich husband of her own to continue the cycle. 

Unlike her parents and everyone else in their social circle, she empathises with the plight of the poor, and longs to help them whenever and wherever she could. She sees her maids as friends, rather than staff. Unfortunately for her, she can’t help as much as she wants to. Her chances of changing society and making something of herself are limited, especially as a woman.

“Remember, there’s that outlaw. He does a lot of good, but-”

“Bucky Barnes.” Y/N sighs dreamily, her eyes sparkling. “Isn’t he exciting?”

Luckily for Y/N, a respite soon appeared in Bucky Barnes and his Merry Men. After being dragged to so many fancy parties and dinners with her parents, Bucky Barnes became a hot topic amongst her parents and their social skills. Either he and his Merry Men robbed them, or they knew someone who had been targeted. Of course, Y/N pretends to be horrified by the news of Bucky and the Merry Men’s escapades, but deep down, the stories of their bravery and heroism excite her. Finally, someone who understood how she felt, someone who could challenge those in power and help others where she couldn’t. 

Bucky was a warning amongst her parents and their friends, a dangerous threat to society and to their social standing. But to Y/N, he was her saviour: someone who showed her that there was a life outside of stuffy dinners, a way to help others. She dreamt of meeting him one day, explaining her story and how she wanted to help. Of course, in her dreams, he always took her under his wing right away, helping her flourish into a member of his team.

He was her hero before she even met him. 

And of course, the fact his wanted posters make him look easy on the eyes isn’t so bad, either.

“Well, yes, but he dislikes nobles.”

“With good reason!” Y/N retorts.

“But you’re a noble.” Rose reminds her. Y/N chuckles, waving off her friend’s worries. “I’ll be fine. I won’t stray too far, I promise.” 

Before Rose can say anything else, Y/N has said goodbye and is heading downstairs. “Where do you think you’re going?” her father raises a brow, his voice booming down the hallway. 

“Just for a ride, father. Rose already knows.” She explains, trying to ignore the steady increase of her heart rate. Her father scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“I do wish you would stop calling her that.”

“That is her name, father.” She reminds him. Asshole.

“Don’t backtalk me.” He snaps. “Regardless of whether that's her name or not, it's irrelevant.” He snaps. “I won't allow you to tarnish our family name with your wish for a happy ending and your equal rights nonsense.” He scoffs. “When will you learn they are lesser than us?” 

“Father, I was just being-” she insists, but he cuts her off, his expression twisting as his anger increases.

“I don’t care.” He huffs. “I suggest that you remember your place in this world. Sooner rather than later.”

With that, he storms into the dining room, slamming the door. The sound reverberates around the hallway, making her jump slightly. Her fists clench, both with anger and upset, and she has to grit her teeth practically to dust to stop herself from going after him and giving him a piece of her mind.

How dare he speak about her friend like that?

How dare he speak about anyone like that?

The quicker she gets out of this place, the better.

And with that, Y/N races to the stables and mounts her horse, riding towards the forest. The wind blows, her horse's mane flowing in the wind as her hooves pound the ground and the sun beats down, warming her skin. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the fresh spring air. She loves it here; the tranquillity is exactly what she needs after dealing with her parents and their horrible attitudes.

Yet as she rides deeper into the forest, she does not know she’s being watched.

“Think she’s a noble?” Sam smirks. Bucky raises a brow, staring at her dress as she rides by. The dress is quite simple (at least, by noble standards), but the expensive fabric and detailed embroidery gives her away. Bucky chuckles. 

“Oh yeah. This one should be easy enough.” He grins. “Come on.” He chuckles.

In the next clearing, Y/N lets her horse take a break, fetching some water from a nearby stream whilst she relaxes. “There’s a good girl.” She chuckles, stroking her horse’s mane. Her father’s words from earlier echo in her mind:

“I won't allow you to tarnish our family name with your wish for a happy ending and your equal rights nonsense.” He scoffs. “When will you learn they are lesser than us?” 

She groans, leaning against a tree. “I just wish he could see how I feel.” She sighs. “Realise the unfairness of having your life planned before you can decide what you want. I want to make my own decisions in life.”

Suddenly, a twig snaps behind her. Y/N frowns, raising a brow. “Hello? Is somebody there?”

No answer comes, adding to her confusion. “Maybe it’s just a wild animal.” She chuckles, trying to ignore the way her heartbeat is increasing. She turns back to her horse, ready to ride back…. But then, footsteps. Y/N turns back, seeing a figure approaching. His blue eyes focus on her, and he grins. Y/N’s eyes widen.

“You’re… Bucky Barnes.” She gasps. After longing for this moment for so long, she finally has it, as if given to her on a platter.

“Indeed, I am. I see my reputation precedes me.” Bucky chuckles. 

His wanted posters don’t do him any justice. He’s stunning.

“Oh, I’m Y/N.” She nods. Bucky nods, coming closer. 

“What is your business here?” He demands. Then, she notices other men are coming out of the trees now, circling her. They all stare at her, grinning. 

And then the penny drops. 

Oh. 

Oh, shit. 

After all, Rose was right. Everyone knows what Bucky Barnes and his Merry Men do to nobles. And despite her dress being one of the more simple ones she owns, she’s not exactly inconspicuous. “Take it easy…we’re not going to hurt you. We just want your money.” Bucky says. 

“I don’t have any.” She stammers, backing away once she notices the knives strapped to his waist and the bow and arrow on his back. Bucky is her idol, but she never imagined he would endanger her, even as a noble. “Bucky, listen, I-” she urges.

“Not good enough, sweetheart.” He smirks. “You nobles are always carrying wealth, or something expensive. You just can’t help yourselves, can you? You are always flaunting your wealth. So hand it over.” He orders, his blue eyes now focused on her in a glare.

“Excuse me? You know nothing about me.” She retorts angrily. Bucky chuckles harshly.

“I don’t want to know anything about you nobles.” He scoffs. “I already know your type. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.” He’s even closer to her now, staring at her curiously, weighing up which things he can steal. “Well, it ends now.” He declares, his voice deep and husky. Y/N’s heart pounds, and she tries to remain calm, despite the men approaching her. 

She’s dreamt of meeting and helping Bucky for months. And now he’s in front of her… it’s not living up to her expectations, to put it mildly. Yet…with the way he’s sizing her up, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t still the slightest bit attracted to him.

“Bucky, please. I believe in your fight. Let me help you.” She insists. “I’m not like them.”

“Yeah, right.” Bucky scoffs. “You think you’re not the first noble to tell us this? To scream and beg that they didn’t mean to hoard all that wealth? You just couldn’t help it?” He rolls his eyes, clearly sceptical, only making her angrier. “I want to believe you, but you nobles do nothing to change it. You just sit there whilst the people suffer.”

“Because I can’t do anything!” She retorts. “What do you expect me to do? My parents don’t listen to me anyway, let alone other nobles.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Oh, please. People are starving in the streets, but you and your rich friends live such pampered lives. This is only fair.” He scoffs, which infuriates her.

“For someone so keen to help others, you’re such a judgemental asshole.” She snaps. “Many things can be said about you.” She retorts. “You’re an outlaw, a filthy criminal.” She says. “Sure, you want to help people, but maybe you care more about how it boosts your image.” Bucky’s face falls, his firm resolve faltering. 

She briefly regrets upsetting him, aware of Bucky's dedication to his cause, but it fuels her determination to prove him wrong. “See, you know I’m wrong, that you can’t judge people by where they come from in life. Yet you do it to me. Being born noble does not mean I’m like them.” She says. “I despise the people around me, how greedy they are, and how willing they are to hurt others for their own gain. I try my best to help those in need wherever I can, even if it’s just treating my family’s servants with dignity.” She continues, impassioned.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like, listening to them boasting about all the money they’re making whilst the poor suffer? Being pressured to find a rich husband of my own to continue the cycle? Knowing I can’t do anything about it because I’m a woman, and nobody listens to me? I’m just expected to sit there and look pretty, because ‘I’m not smart enough for these discussions’?” 

“Well, no, but-” Bucky frowns. Of course, plenty of nobles have begged for their mercy before. It’s something he’s used to. But never like this before. This woman, she’s different, she has some fire in her.

And honestly, he likes it. 

“No. You don’t.” She snaps. “They’ve raised me to inherit a life I don’t want.” She tells them. “One full of misery. My parents want to pick out a husband for me, surely one as cruel and greedy as the other nobles.” She knows it’s not Bucky’s fault this is what her life is, but she’s using him as her escape, a way to unleash her anger. “I used to idolise you. I hear so many stories about you, about all of you,” she gestures to the Merry Men “and the good deeds you do. And whilst everyone else I know hates you, I admire you. I wanted so badly to join you. Because I understand your fight, Bucky. I want to help you. You were my escape from my life.” She admits. “But seeing you here, now? Judging me just like the way the nobles judge those lesser than them? And how they judge you? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” She scoffs. “So fine. Take my necklace and keep doing what you’re doing, believing we’re all horrible people.” 

Silence hangs in the air as she finishes up, with Bucky and the Merry Men all watching her intently. “That was…quite the speech.” Bucky chuckles, lost for words. Heat spreads across her cheeks. Now she’s definitely going to get it.

“I was just…” Bucky shakes his head, smiling.

“No, no, please.” He reassures her. “You may be right. Perhaps we have become too judgemental over the years.” He nods. “You really mean that? You want to help us?” He asks, his voice softer. Y/N smiles. 

“Yes, I do.” She agrees, and Bucky nods. 

“Excuse me for a moment.” He steps back from her, calling his Merry Men into a huddle. They murmur amongst themselves. Y/N raises a brow, trying to discern what they’re saying.

“Are you sure about this?” One asks incredulously. “She’s still a noble.”

“She’s right though.” Sam nods. “We can’t do what we do and judge her, too. We barely know her.”

“And she told us she empathises with our fight and told us to just take her jewellery! They never do that.”

“I don’t know. We can’t just take her word for it. What makes you think she’s so believable?” 

“I don’t know. I just have a feeling.” Bucky smiles at his words, and Steve chuckles.

“Oh. I see.” He grins. “Well, I’m in if you are, Bucky.”

“Me too.” Sam nods. Other Merry Men nod, and soon Bucky realises that most of the Merry Men want Y/N to help them. 

He has a good feeling about this.

~ * ~

Soon, Bucky walks back over to her. Y/N watches curiously, hoping he didn’t notice her staring.

“I was expecting you to make a break for it.” He admits, seeming genuinely surprised. “Most of them do.”

“I told you.” She chuckles, the sound a happy burst through the trees. “I’m not like most nobles.” Bucky smiles.

“I can see that,” he whispers. “you’re special, Lady Y/N.” 

“Oh no, please just call me Y/N.” She shakes her head. “My title sounds so formal. I hate it.” But she won’t deny how good it feels to have her title leaving Bucky’s lips. It even makes her stomach flutter.

“You’re really challenging my expectations.” He chuckles. “Anyway, my Merry Men and I were talking, and…”

“And?”

“If you’re serious about helping us… we’d like to take you up on your offer.”

“Really?” she gasps. 

“Consider it a test of sorts, to see your true character, and if you really mean what you say.” She nods. Whilst it still stings to know they don’t fully trust her, this is good. It’s a start, an opportunity to prove herself. And besides, even if she’s not enough for them, at least she’s helping others… and getting to see the incredibly cute outlaw as she does. “We were thinking you could spy for us. Go to your fancy parties, listen in to their conversations, and report back to us.”

“Perfect. I can do that.” She nods. The thought of going back to those unpleasant parties with older men makes her stomach churn, but at least there is some potential for good to come from it. Bucky holds his hand out, and she shakes it.

Despite being an outlaw, his hands are surprisingly soft.

“Well, Y/N.” He says, a smile playing on his lips. “Welcome aboard. Let’s see what you’re capable of.” He chuckles, a glint in his eye.

~ * ~

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shopping spree

Plot: To fully enter the modern world, Bucky decides to switch up his wardrobe first, starting with some jeans. Unfortunately, he has no idea where to start with all the new trends and styles... but the sales assistant Y/N is more than happy to help. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader sort of Warnings: A few mentions of Bucky feeling like a man out of time and out of his depth. But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: So I saw an anon on @anothersebastianblog mention that they wanted to see Bucky shopping for skinny jeans, and it gave me some inspo, so here we are! Also I wrote most on this on the bus to work after being up since 4am so....sorry if it makes 0 sense

Bucky stands with his arms crossed, jaw clenched. This is a nightmare. He should never have done this. Ever since he got his life back, he’s decided to try to fit in more, rather than being seen as an Avenger for the rest of his life. And since Sam constantly brings up his ‘dark and depressing’ wardrobe, his first step will be to make a change by updating his clothes. Starting with jeans.

Initially, it sounded like a great idea. But now, he’s completely lost, and doesn’t know where to start.

In front of him, various styles and colours are displayed. Ones that flare slightly at the bottom that look like something he saw in the 70s, more loose fits, and ones that look so tight, he would need to be cut out of them.

And are those…holes?

“Why the hell are they selling these things half finished?” Bucky grunts to himself.

Where is he even going to start?

How is he even going to start?

Maybe he should’ve just got Sam to show him online, or stuck with what he knows, what he’s comfortable with. This was a terrible idea and-

“Can I help you find something?” A voice asks, cutting through his stream of thoughts. 

Bucky turns to see a sales assistant smiling at him. But it’s not an overly fake smile like someone desperate for a sale. No, she seems like she genuinely wants to help him.

And for the first time that day, Bucky Barnes can relax.

“Yes, please. I’m a little lost.” He admits, his gaze flickering to the floor so he doesn’t see her reaction. Despite his big, tough and grumpy exterior… all Bucky wants is to feel like he belongs. Even though he’s an Avenger, he has never felt more lost and out of place. After being a man out of time for decades, placed in and out of cryosleep, he’s completely oblivious to what the modern world is like nowadays. And of course, being blipped didn’t help either. “I just don’t know what’s cool with the kids nowadays.” He sighs.

Y/N frowns. This man doesn’t even look that old, probably mid thirties. Definitely not old enough to say something like that. But he does look lost, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little bad for him. 

He is very cute though - with gorgeous silvery blue eyes, his short brown hair and stubble. She can also see muscles straining through his shirt, despite the jacket and…gloves? It’s enough to make her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, that depends.” She begins. “Nowadays, it’s more what you want to wear, rather than what’s ’cool with the kids’.” She chuckles. 

For a moment, Bucky frowns, expecting to be the butt of the joke. Instead, it’s the opposite. She’s laughing with him, making him feel comfortable. Bucky smiles, something in his gut fluttering.

“Thanks…” he glances at her name tag. “Y/N. I’m Bucky.”

“I love the way he says my name. And he has a lovely smile.” Y/N thinks. “Well, Bucky, I’ll show you our most popular styles and we can go from there.” Bucky nods. “Any colour ideas?”

“Black.” He answers quickly. Y/N nods. 

“A man after my own heart.” Bucky smiles. He wonders what it’d be like to know her in real life, outside of her job. To have a friend, one who isn’t an Avenger. A regular, normal civilian.

But just as he thinks that, has one moment of hope, it’s quickly squashed by his anxiety. “She’s just being polite to help you. She probably doesn’t even care about you that much. Nobody does.”

“You okay?” Y/N asks softly, bringing him back down to earth once again. “You kinda zoned out there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He lies. This poor sales assistant definitely doesn’t get paid enough to hear all his woes.

Y/N nods, pulling out the first pair of jeans. “These are slightly baggy, and they’re really comfortable.” She says. “What do you think?”

“Uh….” He murmurs, still feeling completely out of his depth. “Maybe not yet.”

Next, a pair of skinny jeans. “It’s entirely up to you,” Y/N insists. “but these are definitely our most popular, and they’re always in fashion.”

“And they’re not… too skinny?” Bucky asks. Y/N shakes her head. 

“Nope, they’re nice and comfy.”

Honestly, the more Bucky thinks about it, the more he trusts Y/N and her judgment. So, he nods, and she adds them to the pile. 

She pulls out another pair, one with rips all over the legs. Bucky frowns. “Those aren’t even finished! They’re destroyed.”

Y/N shakes her head. “No! That’s the style. Very…rock and roll, I guess?”

“You’re serious? People wear jeans like this?”

“Deadly.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Not for me.”

“I think you’d suit them.” She admits, smiling. “Maybe not as many…extreme rips, but we have ones with just rips at the knees.” She suggests, holding up a pair. “It’s entirely up to you.”

Bucky frowns, thinking it over. Originally, it was a hard no. But Y/N does recommend them, and Sam said to try new things. And they don’t look that bad.

“Okay. Just cause I trust you.” He says, the words slipping out before he can stop them.

Y/N’s grin widens, a sight that sets him off too. “Aw, thanks Bucky.”

~ * ~

“Ready?” Y/N asks, leaning against the changing room wall.

“Almost!” Bucky calls. The door opens, and he steps out. He’s in a pair of basic black skinny jeans.

“How are they? How do you feel?”

“I feel…great!” Bucky grins, staring at himself in the mirror. He looks so happy, so confident, that Y/N can’t help but smile just as wide as him. 

He turns, admiring the way he looks. Y/N can’t help but let her eyes drift lower. His ass looks incredible in the jeans, and she can’t help but feel her cheeks heating up. He’s gorgeous. “What do you think?” Bucky asks, oblivious to her staring.

Or at least she hopes he is.

“Y-Yeah.” She stammers. “You look incredible.”

~ * ~

After trying on all his picks, Bucky and Y/N go to pay. “Thank you so much for this.” Bucky says. “You really helped me feel a lot more comfortable and confident with this whole thing.”

“Not at all.” She chuckles. “It was my pleasure.”

Y/N rings up his jeans, and Bucky watches her. Maybe he could ask if they want to hang sometime? No, that’s creepy. She’s just doing her job, not flirting. She doesn’t even feel the same about him.

“Can I get your number?” She smiles. Bucky goes red. Or maybe she does feel the same.

“I mean, we just met, but if you wanna…..” He stammers, pulling out his phone. Y/N’s eyes widen.

“Oh, not like that.” She gasps quickly. Immediately, Bucky's heart sinks. “I just mean it’s for our rewards program. When you give us your phone number, you receive points each time you shop. After a while, you get a discount. It’s a good deal.”

Right then, Bucky wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh! Oh, I-I mean…sure.” His skin is burning with embarrassment now, and he can’t wait to pay and get this over with.

Despite the second hand embarrassment flowing through her veins, the look on Bucky’s face makes Y/N’s face soften.

Honestly, she would give him her number. He may be just a customer, but there’s something different about him, something that seems to pull her closer to him.

“There you go.” Bucky quickly pays and takes the bag, ready to get out of here and home to Alpine. As he walks away, Y/N sighs. “Bye, Bucky.”

~ * ~

Later that day, Bucky takes out his new jeans. Alpine curls up in the empty shopping bag, swatting at the receipt. “Hey!” Bucky chuckles, pulling it away. “That’s not yours, buddy.”

As he lifts it up to put it away, trying to dodge his cat’s claws, Bucky spots something. A note is scribbled on the back of the receipt: 

Hope to see you again soon, Bucky. If you ever need style advice, you know where to find me. Y/N :)

Bucky grins, placing the receipt down.

He was looking for some new t-shirts, funnily enough.

~ * ~

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shopping spree

Plot: To fully enter the modern world, Bucky decides to switch up his wardrobe first, starting with some jeans. Unfortunately, he has no idea where to start with all the new trends and styles... but the sales assistant Y/N is more than happy to help. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader sort of Warnings: A few mentions of Bucky feeling like a man out of time and out of his depth. But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: So I saw an anon on @anothersebastianblog mention that they wanted to see Bucky shopping for skinny jeans, and it gave me some inspo, so here we are! Also I wrote most on this on the bus to work after being up since 4am so....sorry if it makes 0 sense

Bucky stands with his arms crossed, jaw clenched. This is a nightmare. He should never have done this. Ever since he got his life back, he’s decided to try to fit in more, rather than being seen as an Avenger for the rest of his life. And since Sam constantly brings up his ‘dark and depressing’ wardrobe, his first step will be to make a change by updating his clothes. Starting with jeans.

Initially, it sounded like a great idea. But now, he’s completely lost, and doesn’t know where to start.

In front of him, various styles and colours are displayed. Ones that flare slightly at the bottom that look like something he saw in the 70s, more loose fits, and ones that look so tight, he would need to be cut out of them.

And are those…holes?

“Why the hell are they selling these things half finished?” Bucky grunts to himself.

Where is he even going to start?

How is he even going to start?

Maybe he should’ve just got Sam to show him online, or stuck with what he knows, what he’s comfortable with. This was a terrible idea and-

“Can I help you find something?” A voice asks, cutting through his stream of thoughts. 

Bucky turns to see a sales assistant smiling at him. But it’s not an overly fake smile like someone desperate for a sale. No, she seems like she genuinely wants to help him.

And for the first time that day, Bucky Barnes can relax.

“Yes, please. I’m a little lost.” He admits, his gaze flickering to the floor so he doesn’t see her reaction. Despite his big, tough and grumpy exterior… all Bucky wants is to feel like he belongs. Even though he’s an Avenger, he has never felt more lost and out of place. After being a man out of time for decades, placed in and out of cryosleep, he’s completely oblivious to what the modern world is like nowadays. And of course, being blipped didn’t help either. “I just don’t know what’s cool with the kids nowadays.” He sighs.

Y/N frowns. This man doesn’t even look that old, probably mid thirties. Definitely not old enough to say something like that. But he does look lost, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little bad for him. 

He is very cute though - with gorgeous silvery blue eyes, his short brown hair and stubble. She can also see muscles straining through his shirt, despite the jacket and…gloves? It’s enough to make her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, that depends.” She begins. “Nowadays, it’s more what you want to wear, rather than what’s ’cool with the kids’.” She chuckles. 

For a moment, Bucky frowns, expecting to be the butt of the joke. Instead, it’s the opposite. She’s laughing with him, making him feel comfortable. Bucky smiles, something in his gut fluttering.

“Thanks…” he glances at her name tag. “Y/N. I’m Bucky.”

“I love the way he says my name. And he has a lovely smile.” Y/N thinks. “Well, Bucky, I’ll show you our most popular styles and we can go from there.” Bucky nods. “Any colour ideas?”

“Black.” He answers quickly. Y/N nods. 

“A man after my own heart.” Bucky smiles. He wonders what it’d be like to know her in real life, outside of her job. To have a friend, one who isn’t an Avenger. A regular, normal civilian.

But just as he thinks that, has one moment of hope, it’s quickly squashed by his anxiety. “She’s just being polite to help you. She probably doesn’t even care about you that much. Nobody does.”

“You okay?” Y/N asks softly, bringing him back down to earth once again. “You kinda zoned out there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He lies. This poor sales assistant definitely doesn’t get paid enough to hear all his woes.

Y/N nods, pulling out the first pair of jeans. “These are slightly baggy, and they’re really comfortable.” She says. “What do you think?”

“Uh….” He murmurs, still feeling completely out of his depth. “Maybe not yet.”

Next, a pair of skinny jeans. “It’s entirely up to you,” Y/N insists. “but these are definitely our most popular, and they’re always in fashion.”

“And they’re not… too skinny?” Bucky asks. Y/N shakes her head. 

“Nope, they’re nice and comfy.”

Honestly, the more Bucky thinks about it, the more he trusts Y/N and her judgment. So, he nods, and she adds them to the pile. 

She pulls out another pair, one with rips all over the legs. Bucky frowns. “Those aren’t even finished! They’re destroyed.”

Y/N shakes her head. “No! That’s the style. Very…rock and roll, I guess?”

“You’re serious? People wear jeans like this?”

“Deadly.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Not for me.”

“I think you’d suit them.” She admits, smiling. “Maybe not as many…extreme rips, but we have ones with just rips at the knees.” She suggests, holding up a pair. “It’s entirely up to you.”

Bucky frowns, thinking it over. Originally, it was a hard no. But Y/N does recommend them, and Sam said to try new things. And they don’t look that bad.

“Okay. Just cause I trust you.” He says, the words slipping out before he can stop them.

Y/N’s grin widens, a sight that sets him off too. “Aw, thanks Bucky.”

~ * ~

“Ready?” Y/N asks, leaning against the changing room wall.

“Almost!” Bucky calls. The door opens, and he steps out. He’s in a pair of basic black skinny jeans.

“How are they? How do you feel?”

“I feel…great!” Bucky grins, staring at himself in the mirror. He looks so happy, so confident, that Y/N can’t help but smile just as wide as him. 

He turns, admiring the way he looks. Y/N can’t help but let her eyes drift lower. His ass looks incredible in the jeans, and she can’t help but feel her cheeks heating up. He’s gorgeous. “What do you think?” Bucky asks, oblivious to her staring.

Or at least she hopes he is.

“Y-Yeah.” She stammers. “You look incredible.”

~ * ~

After trying on all his picks, Bucky and Y/N go to pay. “Thank you so much for this.” Bucky says. “You really helped me feel a lot more comfortable and confident with this whole thing.”

“Not at all.” She chuckles. “It was my pleasure.”

Y/N rings up his jeans, and Bucky watches her. Maybe he could ask if they want to hang sometime? No, that’s creepy. She’s just doing her job, not flirting. She doesn’t even feel the same about him.

“Can I get your number?” She smiles. Bucky goes red. Or maybe she does feel the same.

“I mean, we just met, but if you wanna…..” He stammers, pulling out his phone. Y/N’s eyes widen.

“Oh, not like that.” She gasps quickly. Immediately, Bucky's heart sinks. “I just mean it’s for our rewards program. When you give us your phone number, you receive points each time you shop. After a while, you get a discount. It’s a good deal.”

Right then, Bucky wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh! Oh, I-I mean…sure.” His skin is burning with embarrassment now, and he can’t wait to pay and get this over with.

Despite the second hand embarrassment flowing through her veins, the look on Bucky’s face makes Y/N’s face soften.

Honestly, she would give him her number. He may be just a customer, but there’s something different about him, something that seems to pull her closer to him.

“There you go.” Bucky quickly pays and takes the bag, ready to get out of here and home to Alpine. As he walks away, Y/N sighs. “Bye, Bucky.”

~ * ~

Later that day, Bucky takes out his new jeans. Alpine curls up in the empty shopping bag, swatting at the receipt. “Hey!” Bucky chuckles, pulling it away. “That’s not yours, buddy.”

As he lifts it up to put it away, trying to dodge his cat’s claws, Bucky spots something. A note is scribbled on the back of the receipt: 

Hope to see you again soon, Bucky. If you ever need style advice, you know where to find me. Y/N :)

Bucky grins, placing the receipt down.

He was looking for some new t-shirts, funnily enough.

~ * ~

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shopping spree

Plot: To fully enter the modern world, Bucky decides to switch up his wardrobe first, starting with some jeans. Unfortunately, he has no idea where to start with all the new trends and styles... but the sales assistant Y/N is more than happy to help. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader sort of Warnings: A few mentions of Bucky feeling like a man out of time and out of his depth. But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: So I saw an anon on @anothersebastianblog mention that they wanted to see Bucky shopping for skinny jeans, and it gave me some inspo, so here we are! Also I wrote most on this on the bus to work after being up since 4am so....sorry if it makes 0 sense

Bucky stands with his arms crossed, jaw clenched. This is a nightmare. He should never have done this. Ever since he got his life back, he’s decided to try to fit in more, rather than being seen as an Avenger for the rest of his life. And since Sam constantly brings up his ‘dark and depressing’ wardrobe, his first step will be to make a change by updating his clothes. Starting with jeans.

Initially, it sounded like a great idea. But now, he’s completely lost, and doesn’t know where to start.

In front of him, various styles and colours are displayed. Ones that flare slightly at the bottom that look like something he saw in the 70s, more loose fits, and ones that look so tight, he would need to be cut out of them.

And are those…holes?

“Why the hell are they selling these things half finished?” Bucky grunts to himself.

Where is he even going to start?

How is he even going to start?

Maybe he should’ve just got Sam to show him online, or stuck with what he knows, what he’s comfortable with. This was a terrible idea and-

“Can I help you find something?” A voice asks, cutting through his stream of thoughts. 

Bucky turns to see a sales assistant smiling at him. But it’s not an overly fake smile like someone desperate for a sale. No, she seems like she genuinely wants to help him.

And for the first time that day, Bucky Barnes can relax.

“Yes, please. I’m a little lost.” He admits, his gaze flickering to the floor so he doesn’t see her reaction. Despite his big, tough and grumpy exterior… all Bucky wants is to feel like he belongs. Even though he’s an Avenger, he has never felt more lost and out of place. After being a man out of time for decades, placed in and out of cryosleep, he’s completely oblivious to what the modern world is like nowadays. And of course, being blipped didn’t help either. “I just don’t know what’s cool with the kids nowadays.” He sighs.

Y/N frowns. This man doesn’t even look that old, probably mid thirties. Definitely not old enough to say something like that. But he does look lost, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little bad for him. 

He is very cute though - with gorgeous silvery blue eyes, his short brown hair and stubble. She can also see muscles straining through his shirt, despite the jacket and…gloves? It’s enough to make her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, that depends.” She begins. “Nowadays, it’s more what you want to wear, rather than what’s ’cool with the kids’.” She chuckles. 

For a moment, Bucky frowns, expecting to be the butt of the joke. Instead, it’s the opposite. She’s laughing with him, making him feel comfortable. Bucky smiles, something in his gut fluttering.

“Thanks…” he glances at her name tag. “Y/N. I’m Bucky.”

“I love the way he says my name. And he has a lovely smile.” Y/N thinks. “Well, Bucky, I’ll show you our most popular styles and we can go from there.” Bucky nods. “Any colour ideas?”

“Black.” He answers quickly. Y/N nods. 

“A man after my own heart.” Bucky smiles. He wonders what it’d be like to know her in real life, outside of her job. To have a friend, one who isn’t an Avenger. A regular, normal civilian.

But just as he thinks that, has one moment of hope, it’s quickly squashed by his anxiety. “She’s just being polite to help you. She probably doesn’t even care about you that much. Nobody does.”

“You okay?” Y/N asks softly, bringing him back down to earth once again. “You kinda zoned out there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He lies. This poor sales assistant definitely doesn’t get paid enough to hear all his woes.

Y/N nods, pulling out the first pair of jeans. “These are slightly baggy, and they’re really comfortable.” She says. “What do you think?”

“Uh….” He murmurs, still feeling completely out of his depth. “Maybe not yet.”

Next, a pair of skinny jeans. “It’s entirely up to you,” Y/N insists. “but these are definitely our most popular, and they’re always in fashion.”

“And they’re not… too skinny?” Bucky asks. Y/N shakes her head. 

“Nope, they’re nice and comfy.”

Honestly, the more Bucky thinks about it, the more he trusts Y/N and her judgment. So, he nods, and she adds them to the pile. 

She pulls out another pair, one with rips all over the legs. Bucky frowns. “Those aren’t even finished! They’re destroyed.”

Y/N shakes her head. “No! That’s the style. Very…rock and roll, I guess?”

“You’re serious? People wear jeans like this?”

“Deadly.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Not for me.”

“I think you’d suit them.” She admits, smiling. “Maybe not as many…extreme rips, but we have ones with just rips at the knees.” She suggests, holding up a pair. “It’s entirely up to you.”

Bucky frowns, thinking it over. Originally, it was a hard no. But Y/N does recommend them, and Sam said to try new things. And they don’t look that bad.

“Okay. Just cause I trust you.” He says, the words slipping out before he can stop them.

Y/N’s grin widens, a sight that sets him off too. “Aw, thanks Bucky.”

~ * ~

“Ready?” Y/N asks, leaning against the changing room wall.

“Almost!” Bucky calls. The door opens, and he steps out. He’s in a pair of basic black skinny jeans.

“How are they? How do you feel?”

“I feel…great!” Bucky grins, staring at himself in the mirror. He looks so happy, so confident, that Y/N can’t help but smile just as wide as him. 

He turns, admiring the way he looks. Y/N can’t help but let her eyes drift lower. His ass looks incredible in the jeans, and she can’t help but feel her cheeks heating up. He’s gorgeous. “What do you think?” Bucky asks, oblivious to her staring.

Or at least she hopes he is.

“Y-Yeah.” She stammers. “You look incredible.”

~ * ~

After trying on all his picks, Bucky and Y/N go to pay. “Thank you so much for this.” Bucky says. “You really helped me feel a lot more comfortable and confident with this whole thing.”

“Not at all.” She chuckles. “It was my pleasure.”

Y/N rings up his jeans, and Bucky watches her. Maybe he could ask if they want to hang sometime? No, that’s creepy. She’s just doing her job, not flirting. She doesn’t even feel the same about him.

“Can I get your number?” She smiles. Bucky goes red. Or maybe she does feel the same.

“I mean, we just met, but if you wanna…..” He stammers, pulling out his phone. Y/N’s eyes widen.

“Oh, not like that.” She gasps quickly. Immediately, Bucky's heart sinks. “I just mean it’s for our rewards program. When you give us your phone number, you receive points each time you shop. After a while, you get a discount. It’s a good deal.”

Right then, Bucky wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh! Oh, I-I mean…sure.” His skin is burning with embarrassment now, and he can’t wait to pay and get this over with.

Despite the second hand embarrassment flowing through her veins, the look on Bucky’s face makes Y/N’s face soften.

Honestly, she would give him her number. He may be just a customer, but there’s something different about him, something that seems to pull her closer to him.

“There you go.” Bucky quickly pays and takes the bag, ready to get out of here and home to Alpine. As he walks away, Y/N sighs. “Bye, Bucky.”

~ * ~

Later that day, Bucky takes out his new jeans. Alpine curls up in the empty shopping bag, swatting at the receipt. “Hey!” Bucky chuckles, pulling it away. “That’s not yours, buddy.”

As he lifts it up to put it away, trying to dodge his cat’s claws, Bucky spots something. A note is scribbled on the back of the receipt: 

Hope to see you again soon, Bucky. If you ever need style advice, you know where to find me. Y/N :)

Bucky grins, placing the receipt down.

He was looking for some new t-shirts, funnily enough.

~ * ~

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[onceuponastory]

I’m the anon with the weird fixation on BB’s skinny jeans. 😆

Loved the fic. 🖤

hahaha awww thank you! I'm so glad you loved it!

[onceuponastory]

Yesss, absolutely! Thank you so much for reading and reblogging! I'm so glad you liked it! 💙

shopping spree

Plot: To fully enter the modern world, Bucky decides to switch up his wardrobe first, starting with some jeans. Unfortunately, he has no idea where to start with all the new trends and styles... but the sales assistant Y/N is more than happy to help. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader sort of Warnings: A few mentions of Bucky feeling like a man out of time and out of his depth. But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: So I saw an anon on @anothersebastianblog mention that they wanted to see Bucky shopping for skinny jeans, and it gave me some inspo, so here we are! Also I wrote most on this on the bus to work after being up since 4am so....sorry if it makes 0 sense

Bucky stands with his arms crossed, jaw clenched. This is a nightmare. He should never have done this. Ever since he got his life back, he’s decided to try to fit in more, rather than being seen as an Avenger for the rest of his life. And since Sam constantly brings up his ‘dark and depressing’ wardrobe, his first step will be to make a change by updating his clothes. Starting with jeans.

Initially, it sounded like a great idea. But now, he’s completely lost, and doesn’t know where to start.

In front of him, various styles and colours are displayed. Ones that flare slightly at the bottom that look like something he saw in the 70s, more loose fits, and ones that look so tight, he would need to be cut out of them.

And are those…holes?

“Why the hell are they selling these things half finished?” Bucky grunts to himself.

Where is he even going to start?

How is he even going to start?

Maybe he should’ve just got Sam to show him online, or stuck with what he knows, what he’s comfortable with. This was a terrible idea and-

“Can I help you find something?” A voice asks, cutting through his stream of thoughts. 

Bucky turns to see a sales assistant smiling at him. But it’s not an overly fake smile like someone desperate for a sale. No, she seems like she genuinely wants to help him.

And for the first time that day, Bucky Barnes can relax.

“Yes, please. I’m a little lost.” He admits, his gaze flickering to the floor so he doesn’t see her reaction. Despite his big, tough and grumpy exterior… all Bucky wants is to feel like he belongs. Even though he’s an Avenger, he has never felt more lost and out of place. After being a man out of time for decades, placed in and out of cryosleep, he’s completely oblivious to what the modern world is like nowadays. And of course, being blipped didn’t help either. “I just don’t know what’s cool with the kids nowadays.” He sighs.

Y/N frowns. This man doesn’t even look that old, probably mid thirties. Definitely not old enough to say something like that. But he does look lost, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little bad for him. 

He is very cute though - with gorgeous silvery blue eyes, his short brown hair and stubble. She can also see muscles straining through his shirt, despite the jacket and…gloves? It’s enough to make her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, that depends.” She begins. “Nowadays, it’s more what you want to wear, rather than what’s ’cool with the kids’.” She chuckles. 

For a moment, Bucky frowns, expecting to be the butt of the joke. Instead, it’s the opposite. She’s laughing with him, making him feel comfortable. Bucky smiles, something in his gut fluttering.

“Thanks…” he glances at her name tag. “Y/N. I’m Bucky.”

“I love the way he says my name. And he has a lovely smile.” Y/N thinks. “Well, Bucky, I’ll show you our most popular styles and we can go from there.” Bucky nods. “Any colour ideas?”

“Black.” He answers quickly. Y/N nods. 

“A man after my own heart.” Bucky smiles. He wonders what it’d be like to know her in real life, outside of her job. To have a friend, one who isn’t an Avenger. A regular, normal civilian.

But just as he thinks that, has one moment of hope, it’s quickly squashed by his anxiety. “She’s just being polite to help you. She probably doesn’t even care about you that much. Nobody does.”

“You okay?” Y/N asks softly, bringing him back down to earth once again. “You kinda zoned out there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He lies. This poor sales assistant definitely doesn’t get paid enough to hear all his woes.

Y/N nods, pulling out the first pair of jeans. “These are slightly baggy, and they’re really comfortable.” She says. “What do you think?”

“Uh….” He murmurs, still feeling completely out of his depth. “Maybe not yet.”

Next, a pair of skinny jeans. “It’s entirely up to you,” Y/N insists. “but these are definitely our most popular, and they’re always in fashion.”

“And they’re not… too skinny?” Bucky asks. Y/N shakes her head. 

“Nope, they’re nice and comfy.”

Honestly, the more Bucky thinks about it, the more he trusts Y/N and her judgment. So, he nods, and she adds them to the pile. 

She pulls out another pair, one with rips all over the legs. Bucky frowns. “Those aren’t even finished! They’re destroyed.”

Y/N shakes her head. “No! That’s the style. Very…rock and roll, I guess?”

“You’re serious? People wear jeans like this?”

“Deadly.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Not for me.”

“I think you’d suit them.” She admits, smiling. “Maybe not as many…extreme rips, but we have ones with just rips at the knees.” She suggests, holding up a pair. “It’s entirely up to you.”

Bucky frowns, thinking it over. Originally, it was a hard no. But Y/N does recommend them, and Sam said to try new things. And they don’t look that bad.

“Okay. Just cause I trust you.” He says, the words slipping out before he can stop them.

Y/N’s grin widens, a sight that sets him off too. “Aw, thanks Bucky.”

~ * ~

“Ready?” Y/N asks, leaning against the changing room wall.

“Almost!” Bucky calls. The door opens, and he steps out. He’s in a pair of basic black skinny jeans.

“How are they? How do you feel?”

“I feel…great!” Bucky grins, staring at himself in the mirror. He looks so happy, so confident, that Y/N can’t help but smile just as wide as him. 

He turns, admiring the way he looks. Y/N can’t help but let her eyes drift lower. His ass looks incredible in the jeans, and she can’t help but feel her cheeks heating up. He’s gorgeous. “What do you think?” Bucky asks, oblivious to her staring.

Or at least she hopes he is.

“Y-Yeah.” She stammers. “You look incredible.”

~ * ~

After trying on all his picks, Bucky and Y/N go to pay. “Thank you so much for this.” Bucky says. “You really helped me feel a lot more comfortable and confident with this whole thing.”

“Not at all.” She chuckles. “It was my pleasure.”

Y/N rings up his jeans, and Bucky watches her. Maybe he could ask if they want to hang sometime? No, that’s creepy. She’s just doing her job, not flirting. She doesn’t even feel the same about him.

“Can I get your number?” She smiles. Bucky goes red. Or maybe she does feel the same.

“I mean, we just met, but if you wanna…..” He stammers, pulling out his phone. Y/N’s eyes widen.

“Oh, not like that.” She gasps quickly. Immediately, Bucky's heart sinks. “I just mean it’s for our rewards program. When you give us your phone number, you receive points each time you shop. After a while, you get a discount. It’s a good deal.”

Right then, Bucky wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh! Oh, I-I mean…sure.” His skin is burning with embarrassment now, and he can’t wait to pay and get this over with.

Despite the second hand embarrassment flowing through her veins, the look on Bucky’s face makes Y/N’s face soften.

Honestly, she would give him her number. He may be just a customer, but there’s something different about him, something that seems to pull her closer to him.

“There you go.” Bucky quickly pays and takes the bag, ready to get out of here and home to Alpine. As he walks away, Y/N sighs. “Bye, Bucky.”

~ * ~

Later that day, Bucky takes out his new jeans. Alpine curls up in the empty shopping bag, swatting at the receipt. “Hey!” Bucky chuckles, pulling it away. “That’s not yours, buddy.”

As he lifts it up to put it away, trying to dodge his cat’s claws, Bucky spots something. A note is scribbled on the back of the receipt: 

Hope to see you again soon, Bucky. If you ever need style advice, you know where to find me. Y/N :)

Bucky grins, placing the receipt down.

He was looking for some new t-shirts, funnily enough.

~ * ~

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