#You could at least remember me;; WinterWidow

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Wasn't she sixteen...?

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summary: when you are on a mission with your uncle Steve, you accidentally become part of a large, secret Hydra experiment, and suddenly, you return to the compound as a toddler…

pairing: Winterwidow x adopted daughter teen/toddler reader

warnings: none I think

genre: fluff

words: 3333

a/n: I remember reading something with the reader turning into a toddler a long time ago, and the idea always stuck with me. I figured it would be really cute to do it with an adopted reader, because it means that Natasha and Bucky have never taken care of a toddler

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A simple mission. That is what Fury said. A simple data collection. In and out. 

“Simple,” Steve scoffed as her carried a sleeping 2 year old in his arms. As it turns out, the mission was not as simple as Fury had initially stated. The Hydra base was in fact, not empty, and you, were in fact, not ready. 

Fury had assured Natasha and Bucky you would be fine. You had been with the Avengers since you were 11. You had been fighting your entire life before that, and now you were with the Avengers and all you wanted was to follow in the footsteps of your adoptive parents. 

Natasha and Bucky couldn’t be more proud, yet they also couldn’t be more worried. 

You had never been on a mission before. Natasha and Bucky deemed them to dangerous, and you were only 16. They didn’t want you on missions until you were at least a legal adult.

You were upset of course when they told you, but it didn’t take you long before you understood. Missions were dangerous, and despite your upbringing, you were simply not ready yet. 

However, when Fury came to Natasha and Bucky with a file, which contained an easy mission, they decided you were allowed to go.

It would be a quick in and out mission. There wouldn’t be any danger and your uncle Steve would be with you. Everything would be fine, except it wasn’t.

The mission appeared to be more complicated than Fury had originally thought, and the Hydra base seemed to be anything but abandoned. The scouts Fury had sent out prior to the mission had been deceived. It was a trap, for you.

You had Steve had gone inside the base, finding the control room and copying the data.

However, when you were copying the data Steve heard strange noises coming from the hallway. He told you to stay put and finish the data transfer while he went to check.

You did as he said, continuing to transfer all the data from the computer. 

However, once the screen displayed 100 percent, all electricity in the room fell away. The door fell shut, and a red light was all that lit up the room. 

You pulled the usb out of the computer in a haste, trying to see if you could get the door open. You were unsuccessful, and despite your training, you were starting to panic. You could hear grunts and blows landing not far from your location and so you figured Steve was fighting off multiple Hydra agents. 

After you unsuccessfully tried to open the door, you took a step back, taking a deep breath and emptying your mind. You tried to remember what you father told you.

“Don’t dwell on situations gone wrong. Accept the unexpected. Don’t stand around whining. Try to find another way.” 

You could hear your father’s voice in your head, repeating the things he had taught you. Don’t dwell on the situation, you repeated in your head as you turned around, scanning the room to try and find something else that could help you. 

It didn’t take long before you spotted the end of a vent in the ceiling, and after pushing the large computer from the desk, you moved it over to the wall. 

You climbed to stand on top of the desk as you inspected the vent, figuring you could fit through if you managed to get it open. 

The metal was screwed into the wall rather tightly, and the vent wouldn’t budge as you tried your best to pull it open. While focusing on the vent, you failed to notice Steve trying to talk to you through the door.

Once you heard him yell your name, you turned around, jumping off the desk and making your way to the door. 

“It’s a trap! They’re gonna do something to you!” you heard Steve yell as he tried to get the door open. He too failed to open the door, despite his super soldier serum. 

You ran back to the desk, climbing on it once more and trying to open the vent with much more force than before. This was supposed to be an easy mission. You wanted to make your parents proud. You’ll be damned if you get trapped back with Hydra because of it. 

However, after you tried your absolute best to get the vent open, you still failed, and the red lights in the room started to flicker as an alarm could be heard. 

Smoke started to fill the room and you tried to hold your breath for as long as you could.

It didn’t take long before you had to breath again, and as soon as you did you felt the smoke work its was inside, infecting your brain and your senses. You lost your balance and fell off the desk, unable to break your fall as the smoke fogged up your brain, confusion taking over. 

You tried to stand. To get to the door. To get to uncle Steve, but it was worthless. 

You laid on the floor until you lost consciousness. 

After the smoke had taken effect on you, the alarm stopped. The smoke disappeared from the room and the red light returned to normal. The door sprung open and Steve rushed inside. 

However, what he found was not exactly what he was expecting. 

There you were, sitting on the ground with a pile of suit around you. You were no longer sixteen, you were a toddler. You looked to be around two, and because only your body had shrunken, the suit you were once wearing was way to big, and so it piled up around you.

Once you saw your uncle Steve your recognised him immediately, even in this from, and you giggled and smiled as you reached your little arms up. 

Steve picked you up quickly, rushing back to the Quinjet and discarding of your suit, wrapping you in a warm blanket instead. You had a few cuts and bruises on your little body but they didn’t seem to bother you in the slightest as you giggled and laughed while playing with Steve’s beard. 

He sighed as set the coordinates for the Quinjet back to the Avengers tower, contemplating on how the hell he was going to explain this to Natasha and Bucky.

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Once Bucky and Natasha heard that the Quinjet was landing, they rushed to meet you, wanting to hold you in their arms and assure themselves you were safe. 

However, when Steve walked off the Quinjet, a confused and guilty look on his face while carrying a little child, they could only think the worse. Natasha and Bucky rushed over to Steve, asking what had happened to their child. They needed to know you were safe.

Steve chuckled dryly as he held your tiny form up, and the moment you saw Natasha and Bucky you started smiling, reaching for Natasha, wanting your mama to hold you.

Natasha took you from Steve confused, before she took a good look at the toddlers face and realised that it was indeed, you. 

“Y/n?!” Natasha exclaimed confused. 

“Mommy!” you giggled happily as you buried your face into her shoulder, exhausted from the journey. 

“Wasn’t she sixteen when we sent her with you…?” Bucky asked confused, a dangerous tone hidden underneath his playful one.

“Well, you see, she got hit with some kind of strange gas and now… well… she turned into a toddler…” Steve explained, scratching the back of his head while avoiding to make eye contact.

“What…?” Natasha asked even more confused, rubbing your back gently as you fussed before you settled down again. 

“I don’t know what happened. The Hydra base we were at was not abandoned, but they didn’t try to hurt us. I left her alone for just a minute while I went to fight other Hydra agents off, and when I came back, well…” he finished, motioning to your sleeping form.

“I’m really sorry…” Steve added apologetically as he looked down. 

Bucky took a deep breath before laying his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. 

“We’ll go and see Bruce. Hopefully he can help us reverse it,” Bucky stated. Steve looked up at him confused, before he noticed Natasha’s massive smile while she interacted with your younger self. Maybe this wasn’t all bad. 

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After speaking with Bruce and Tony, Natasha and Bucky found out that your little form was reversible, but that it would simply take time. They stated that eventually the effects of the gas would wear off, and then you’d be back to your normal, teenager form again. 

Natasha and Bucky thanked them as they made their way to the living room, you still happily in Natasha’s arms. 

Bucky had already started planning an entire mental list of all the things they would have to get for you. I mean, you were two years old and the only thing that adorned your little body was the fuzzy blanket from the Quinjet. 

There weren’t any clothes for you. There wasn’t anything in the Avengers tower for a two year old.

On top of that, Natasha and Bucky had never taken care of a toddler before. You were eleven when the Avengers saved you, and you were eleven when you were adopted by Natasha and Bucky. They didn’t know the first thing about taking care of a young child.

While Bucky rummaged in the kitchen, trying to find something appropriate for you to eat, Natasha sat on the couch with you in her lap, playing peek a boo while you giggled and tried to copy her movements. 

Bucky eventually settled on grabbing you an apple, coming back from the kitchen and handing it to you. 

Natasha gave him an unimpressed look when you took the apple from Bucky’s hand, studying it for a second before holding it back up to Bucky. Bucky looked confused, sending Natasha a glance for help.

“She’s two, James,” Natasha simply stated as Bucky hesitantly took the apple back.

“Daddy cut,” you stated as you pointed at the apple, and Bucky immediately realised how stupid he had been. 

He went back into the kitchen, hearing you giggle as Natasha stated, ‘stupid daddy,’ in a playful tone. Once he returned with the apple, cut this time, he sat beside Natasha, holding the little bowl while you reached for a piece. 

You happily munched on your apple slice while you laid down on Natasha’s chest. 

Perhaps they should lay you down for a nap soon. 

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Clint had heard about what had happened to you. He had immediately started digging around in the old clothes from Lila and Nathaniel. The clothes they had kept from Lila were all baby clothes, and so he settled on just grabbing some of Nathaniel’s clothes. 

He arrived at the compound quickly, finding you still sitting on the couch, finishing your last apple slice. 

Natasha held you close as she softly rocked you back and forth, a happy and content smile on her face. She loved you more than anything in the world. She loved your shopping trips, your determination when you insisted on certain songs during car rides. Your ability to make Bucky say yes to whatever you asked. But she could not deny how much she had longed to hold you in your younger years.

Holding you, in your two year old form, was everything she had ever wanted. 

You were so small. So fragile. So young. Natasha was more than grateful that she gets to experience you being so small as well. 

Clint smiled at the sight, walking into the living area and sitting on a chair close to Natasha and Bucky. 

“She’s adorable,” he stated as he got a good look at you.

Your little head perked up at the sound of his voice. “Uhncle Clint!” You stated happily, tripping over your words as they came out as a mushed up mess. 

“Hello there tiny,” Clint responded as he smiled at you.

“I got you some of Nathaniel’s old clothes. I couldn’t find anything from Lila’s but I figured this will do for now,” Clint explained to Natasha and Bucky as he handed Bucky the clothes. 

You little arm immediately reached towards the pile of clothes, sitting up straight in Natasha’s lap as you pulled the clothing items out of the perfect pile, wanting to see all of them. Eventually, you reached for a shirt with little planets on it. You held it up to Natasha. 

“On mama,” you stated firmly, to which Natasha laughed while she helped you into the shirt. 

Eventually, you were happily dressed in a miss matching set of pajamas, leaning into Natasha again as your eyes started to fall close. 

“I think it’s time for a nap,” Natasha stated as she stood up, holding you tightly to her chest as she made her way towards hers and Bucky’s bedroom. Bucky followed her as they went into the bedroom, Natasha laying you on the bed. 

“Do two year olds wear diapers…?” Bucky asked, deep in thought while he contemplated putting a diaper on you or not.

Natasha let out a huff of amusement before handing a diaper to Bucky.

“Yes they do,” she stated as she sat down on the bed, making sure you kept laying down as Bucky gave her a confused look.

“Well go on dad, put a diaper on your kid,” Natasha stated playfully, listening to your giggles as Bucky’s face heated up. 

“I don’t know how…” Bucky stated, a little embarrassed. 

“Come on super soldier, I’ll talk you through it. It’s not that hard,” Natasha explained as she motioned for Bucky to get to work. 

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After Bucky’s diaper adventure you were asleep pretty quickly, all the excitement from the day catching up to you as you slept peacefully on the big bed. Natasha had laid pillows all around you, building some kind of wall to ensure you wouldn’t roll out of the bed while you slept. 

After you were down and content, Natasha had offered to go to the mall to pick out a few necessities for you. Bucky had reluctantly agreed, even though he was terrified to take care of you. You were only a little baby, and he was terrified to hurt you. 

Natasha had assured him that he would do great, and Clint had offered to stay nearby incase Bucky would need anything.

And so, Natasha happily went to the mall, shopping in all the baby stores as she put way to many objects in her basket. She had never had such an experience before. Sure, she occasionally picked up a thing or two for Clint’s kids, but getting to pick out stuff for her own little girl felt entirely different.

She had already received a dozen texts while she was gone, all from Bucky as he slightly panicked with every sound or movement you made. 

Natasha chuckled to herself as she read through the texts, assuring Bucky you were fine and that you were just sleeping like any normal toddler would. 

“Are you looking for anything specific?” 

The question pulled Natasha away from her phone, turning to look at the woman beside her. She had a kind smile on her face as she scanned the objects in Natasha’s basket. 

“Oh, uhm, I’m not sure,” Natasha stated, giving the woman a smile back.

“Your first child?” the woman asked, and Natasha nodded with a bright smile on her face. 

“It was unexpected, to say the least,” she chuckled at her own joke, watching the woman’s face as she smiled kindly. 

“How old is she?” the woman asked, judging by the basket contents that you were a girl.

“Two,” Natasha stated as she picked up another set of pajamas, the pattern a collection of different cartoon drawings of your favourite animal.

“It’s a great age. I loved it when my kids were that age,” the woman told Natasha.

“Children that age often want comfort items. Does she have anything like a stuffed animal, or maybe a special blanket?” the woman suggested, and Natasha thought for a moment before shaking her head. 

“No, I suppose she doesn’t. I should probably pick one up for her,” she stated as she gave the woman another smile, moving to walk over to the stuffed animal section. 

The woman trailed behind her and guided her towards a collection of adorable bears, all dressed in various pajama sets that were sold around the store. 

“You could get one with the same pajamas as your daughter,” the woman explained excitedly, picking up a bear dressed in the same pajamas that Natasha had picked out earlier.

Natasha took the bear, thanking the woman before making her way to check out. 

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Once Natasha arrived back at the Avengers tower the first thing she noticed was how the common area was a chaos. Clint and Wanda were looking around while Bucky just paced around panicking. 

Natasha walked over to Bucky, a determination to calm her boyfriend down before he would have a mental breakdown.

“Y/n’s gone,” Bucky stated as he say Natasha come into view.

Clint immediately turned around upon hearing Bucky’s words, letting out a chuckle and walking over to Natasha as well. 

“For the record, y/n is not gone, she is simply playing hide and seek,” Clint started, looking around. “And she’s damn good at it…”

Natasha laughed as she set her bags on the couch.

“Y/n? Sweetie, it’s mommy. I have some things for you,” Natasha stated in a sing songy voice, her ears immediately perking up when she heard your excited giggles coming from her right. 

There you were, running as fast as your little legs could take you, straight for Natasha’s lap.

You jumped up on the couch, climbing onto Natasha as you hugged her tightly. 

“Mommy!” you exclaimed happily, giggling as Natasha attacked your face with kisses.

“Was my little princess hiding from daddy?” Natasha asked as you nodded, still giggling as you pointed over to Bucky.

“Daddy not finding me!” you exclaimed, stretching out to give Natasha a kiss on her cheek. 

Bucky sighed with relief as he moved to sit down beside you two, his large hand stroking your back, it almost being as big as your entire back. You giggled and pushed yourself away from Natasha, using her shoulders to push yourself up so you could give Bucky a kiss as well.

“I best at hid and seeking,” you stated proudly, and Bucky chuckled as he nodded, giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Look what I have for you my little malyshka,” Natasha said as she reached into the bag, pulling the stuffed animal from the bag and handing it over to you.

You smiled brightly, immediately hugging the bear tightly to your chest when you got it into your hands. 

“Matching pajamas…” Bucky stated with amusement as he pulled the pajama set from the bag, holding it up for you and Natasha to see. 

You gasped in excitement as reached over to it.

“On mommy, on,” you stated as you managed to get the pajamas in your hands.

Natasha chuckled and helped you out of Nathaniel’s old clothes, ripping open the packaging of the new pajamas and helping you put them on. 

“I look like bear!” you exclaimed happily as you looked at yourself, holding up your bear for Natasha and Bucky to see.

“Yes you do doll,” Bucky stated as he pulled you into his lap, showering your face with kisses.

Both Natasha and Bucky would never say it out loud, but they hoped you would stay a two year old for a little while longer, loving the new domestic feeling it gave them to raise a little kid. Of course, they loved you and they would be more than happy when you were to turn back into your teenage self, but they couldn’t deny the fact that they wanted to enjoy holding your little form for as long as possible. 

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࿐Another Autumn Night

✧ Pairing: BuckyNat/Winterwidow

✧ Warnings: Depressive thoughts, low self-esteem and lots of self-blame, basically Spoiler-free.

✧ Word count: 1.5k words

✧ A/n: following one-shot takes place somewhere around Ed Brubaker’s Captain America comics, where Bucky took the that mantle. It was originally published a few months ago by me on Marvel Amino, so this is basically a late repost!

The night sky was full of stars but no moon. Skyscrapers shone bright, spilling the color upon dark night. The city came alive when noises had filled the streets. The lights and sounds of the big city have always delighted Bucky. Although the lifetime passed since his youth, he still heard the gunshots; bombs dropping everywhere; the desperate, angry screams; the lifeless bodies falling down, staining the earth with the blood – sounds of the war. The lively, loud streets reminded him that people were living their normal life without the war, without deaths and tortures.

Well, at least most of them lived it that way, normal way. For others, the war had never stopped. Instead, it mutated. There was no black and white anymore. The spectrum was all grey. And people? People just played along with it all. They were puppets who’s master always changed. Bucky knew it better than anyone.

It felt like he had been a puppet his whole life. Yet, he still blamed himself for everything. After all, blood was on his hands. He was the one victims remembered and hated. He destroyed their lives. They were deep down in the ground, dead. Their families grieved and cried, burying the dreams of happy life while he stood here as national hero, symbol of the country. He didn’t deserve to be here, walking down the street with his girlfriend, cherished by people.

“You need to stop thinking so much” Natasha remarked, wrapping her slender fingers around his waist. She hated when James brooded over his thoughts. It was easy to guess what they were. It felt like it was only thing on his mind ever since he took up the mantle of Captain America.

She was concerned about him. She couldn’t recall last time James properly slept. She always found him awake in the middle of the night, absent from their bed. Winter Soldier, murders, survival and Captain America- They always had same conversation each night. Tonight was no different. Except that Natalia convinced him to go for the walk. New York was quite a sight at night, especially during autumn. She hoped that it’d help him to get out of his head for a while.

Bucky sighed out, turning his head to her. He said nothing. Instead, his gaze lingered on Natalia, noticing the worry in her emerald eyes. At moments like this, he couldn’t help but wonder what did he do be loved by a woman like her. He had her right next to himself, walking down a park painted with orange, red and yellow leaves. Her fiery red hair sprawled on her shoulders, cold breeze brushed past her brown coat as street’s warm lights fell on her face, cooling down her dark red lipstick – she matched the autumn, looking better than mother nature herself. And Bucky, a complete idiot, phased out in his thoughts instead of enjoying their moment.

He didn’t deserve her either but here she was, unconditionally loving him. He didn’t understand what she saw in him. Natalia deserved the best and he certainly wasn’t it. Nevertheless, he was grateful for her. She made it all little easier for him. She was the reason James lived and fought. If not her, he would have put bullet through his brain to quiet the ghosts.

“It’s just” Bucky mumbled under his breath. He moved away his gaze, unable to look into her eyes. He didn’t want her to be worried about him. Natalia already had enough on her plate, he didn’t want to add on. Still, he knew that it was impossible to avoid “There’s too much rattling around in my head, lately” he said and rubbed nape of his neck.

“I know” Natasha faintly nodded, pressing her lips together. She knew it wasn’t just lately. At one point or another, there was always rattling around in his head. She could relate to that feeling. She wouldn’t even be worried if it wasn’t James who would beat up himself for his past, put himself in danger and damage his health all because he thought he deserved it. “That’s why you should stop thinking, милый мой (my dear)” she said, referring to what she had told him earlier.

“Well, you do have a point there” Bucky quietly commented. He for sure couldn’t say she was wrong; thinking so much, in such state of the mind, wouldn’t bring any good to him. Yet, how could any of his thoughts do him good. They just kept dragging him back to old, torn pages which he couldn’t fix. Bucky’s eyes moved back to Natalia, trying to hold on the moment. He caught himself almost zoning back out. Stop thinking, stop thinking – he told himself, breathing in cold air.

“Don’t I always?” She said with a small smile. She saw how James looked at her; she knew that he tried hard for her. She knew he tried hard to put away all negativity when he was with her. But that’s not what she wanted. She wanted him to try hard for himself. She wanted him to ignore negative thoughts for *himself*.

“Hmm… do you?” James hummed out, a faint chuckle left his lips. God, he loved that smile of hers – confident and self-assured in the best way possible. There was nothing arrogant about it, about her. Natalia knew herself, her skills and abilities; he adored it about her. He thought that it was what made her as strong as she was. That was quite important trait for agent or assassin; Exaggerating or underestimating your competence could lead to fatal outcome. And that is not what anyone wanted “you *can’t* be always right” He jokingly said, truth present in his words.

“I have never said I am always right” Natasha defended herself, throwing hands in the air as the sign of innocence. Indeed, no one could always be right, even Captain America himself. No matter who you were, you’d anyway manage to make a mistake “I meant that I always have a *point*. There’s big difference” she said and raised eyebrows, giving him a small look. More than often there was a bit of truth in everything; more or less, at least. Even villains themselves had some truth in their motivation, but it still didn’t make them right. That was difference between being right and having a point; you had truth in your words yet you were wrong in many ways as well.

“What’s the difference exactly?” Bucky asked and got closer. His flesh arm had been wrapped around Natalia. He hid the other one in the pocket of his jacket; the streets were filled with lights; he didn’t want metal to reflect them. It would cause unnecessary attention. Tonight, all he wanted was to relax with his girlfriend. Everything was rather beautiful and he didn’t want to miss out on that anymore. He didn’t know if it was only him or the autumn really did make everything so mesmerizing; except for Natalia, she always looked stunning.

Autumn reminded him of her in the way. It was odd enough to compare season and person but they really did match quite well. He thought they had similar temperament; one minute it could have been like this – calm and soothing, just a faint, cold breeze brushing past them and another minute, you could find yourself in home-wrecking storm or incredible rainfall; you never knew what you’d wake up to. You only knew one thing for sure, no matter what it’d be, it would still be amazing.

“I mean I can explain it on lots examples” Natasha exclaimed and got on her tip toes. She let silence fall between them as she thought what to say. She had lots of examples on her mind, for instance his thoughts: James thought it was his fault that people died – it was impossible to deny that there was bit of truth in that, he had a *point* but at the same time, he was very wrong. Or second example of this phenomenon was Tony Stark, the man was walking definition of ‘having a point’ himself. “But I’m too tired for that” She whispered against his lips, softly locking them together. Natasha decided to stay quiet. She didn’t want to remind him about either of those things. She didn’t want him to start thinking about it all and again lose himself in the thoughts. She’d rather appear defeated in James’ eyes than make him upset him.

“I bet you are” he ironically replied right before they kissed. A flush crept up his face, cheeks redder than leaves that hung on the trees. Bucky had been with lots of girls but none of them were quite like Natalia. She was only one who he could open up to. She was only one who would understand. There was something about her that touch his soul, his humanity. Neither of them made him feel the way she did.

They stood like this for quite a time, kissing under the weak, lamp lights - the only thing that lit up an empty park, showing them path to unknown. It felt like time had stopped around them. Nothing seemed to matter anymore; not even his worries, the cold breeze or the beautiful surroundings that autumn itself had painted. He didn’t deserve this happiness, not after everything he had done but damn, he was thankful to have her with him.

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Hands like Heaven

Title: Hands like Heaven

Square Filled: Pressure Points

Ship: Winterwidow Bucky x Natasha Au

Rating: Mature

Major Tags: Mentions of blowjob and hand job, accident, losing a limb, anxiety, panic attack

Summary: Natasha was becoming a massage therapist to help people. She ends up helping the person she least expected.  

Word Count: 1550

Created for @mcukinkbingo​

  Natasha had gone to school to become a masseuse. She was working on getting to know pressure points to help work stress out of her client’s bodies. She had been friends with Steve, Clint, Sam, Tony and even Bucky before he decided not to trust anyone. Natasha wanted to slap Bucky sometimes. She swore she heard him scoff even time she came into the room. She was sick of his childish shit. They were friends not to long back. Something had happened and Natasha didn’t understand what happened but Bucky turned out to be a dick. He treated her like shit and usually made some comment about a happy ending at the end of a massage.

As of late Natasha stopped going to their friendly meet ups on Friday nights at their favorite bar is, she knew Bucky was going. She didn’t want to subject herself to Bucky’s nasty attitude with her. Sam, Steve, Clint and Tony had suggested if Bucky got Friday night then Nat got Saturday nights. Everything was going well until Bucky had his accident. When she found out about the accident, she had thought about how karma was finally kicking him in the ass from how he treated her.

Natasha had started working with the hospital about a year prior to the accident happening. After Bucky’s accident she had hoped he didn’t need physical therapy. It had been about a month since the accident. One day her boss Maria Hill came over to her.

“Ms. Romanov, I have a very special case for you,” Maria told her. “This young man was in an accident. He has been working with a physical therapist over the last month to get use o his left arm back. Since he has been using it more in the last week, his therapist wanted him to start seeing a masseuse to loosen up the tense muscles. He needs a tender touch which you have. He also had some damage done to his spine and would need a fully body work down as well.”

“Of course, I would love to help Ms. Hill. What is this patients name,” Natasha asked questioningly?

“His name is James. He is quiet and wont talk to anyone. No one has been to visit him since he was admitted because of the accident,” Maria answered casually.

“I will help him. When do we start working with him,” Natasha smirked?

“Tomorrow is his first session. Make sure to get well rested for tomorrow Ms. Romanov,” Maria mentioned as she stalked away.

Natasha was grateful that she had a job she loved. She had enjoyed helping people and continued to hope it would be like that as she got older. She was excited to work with James to make him feel better after all the pain he had been through. In the back of Natasha’s head, she had thought it may be Bucky and that it would be difficult for her to be able to help him. Natasha pushed that thought as far to the back of her mind as possible.

The next day when she showed up to work Ms. Hill was waiting for her.

“Ms. Romanov, James is being brought down in a few moments. I want to make sure we have a massage table ready for him. Today I want you to start off with a massage. Get him comfortable with you before we start full physical therapy to help him overcome what happened with the accident. Oh and Ms. Romanov please treat him with respect and kindness. He has been a bit prickly. He was the one refusing to have visitors but he needs companionship. He is such a lonely young man. I trust you will make him open up with you,” Ms. Hill stated as she walked off.

Natasha immediately started to get the massage table ready. She made sure he would have a private room with her being the only one who would be in there with him. She didn’t want him to feel overwhelmed. Natasha had her back to the door. She heard the door open and close. Then heard someone lay down on the table. She turned around and James immediately jumped up.

James stared at her for a moment before speaking, “When did you start working at the hospital Tash?”

“Once I finished getting my license for being a massage therapist Bucky,” Natasha sneered.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Out of all the people that get to help me it has to be you.”

Natasha heard the snark and meanness in is tone. She rebutted, “Out of all the assholes to get into an accident you had to be stupid enough to do it. We could have avoided each other if you didn’t get hurt.”

Bucky looked down at his feet. He was shocked she was treating him like this. He knew that she had been avoiding him for months and he spent a night with the boys and then the boys would spend the next night with her. When did they become so cold toward each other? Bucky was amped up, “Well, I wasn’t the one who avoid you first. As I recall you asked Steve and Sam to get Tony and Cint to agree meeting up with you a different night so you didn’t have to deal with me. Everyone doesn’t want to deal with me. Been like that for as long as I can remember.”

Those words hit Natasha in her heart. She cared about Bucky but he was always an asshole towards her. She needed to calm down and focus on his shoulder. He kept a hoodie on and she needed him to remove it. Natasha spoke softly, “I am sorry for whatever happened between us James. Please remove your hoodie and we can get started on your shoulder and neck feeling better.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide. Tash had asked him to remove his security blanket since the accident which was his hoodie. He just sat there staring like a deer in the headlights waiting for a car to hit him.

“James, breathe with me. In and out. Good follow my breath,” Natasha was helping him through a panic attack she saw it hit as soon as she asked to remove the hoodie. “Do you feel comfortable removing the hoodie James?”

Bucky wanted to nod but he shook his head. Tash stared at him in aww it looked like. He couldn’t find the words to talk to her. No one but him and the doctors knew that he lost most of his left arm. He was afraid people would judge him for being a cripple.

“James, you’re disassociating on me. Stay with me just listen to my voice. What shoulder hurts worse right now,” Nat asked calmly. James pointed to his left. “Thank you for showing me. Is it okay if I slip off the hoodie and cover you with a blanket?” James nodded. Nat smiled and knew she was getting somewhere with Bucky.

She had never seen Bucky so scared or vulnerable since she knew him. Once he had him under the blanket and his hoodie off. She started to work on his neck and shoulder. She left her hands do the talking as she played some of Bucky’s favorite music.

Nat was focusing on some pressure points to help alleviate some of the pain. She started at the base of his skull and used her thumbs to stimulate the GB20 and GB10 regions of his neck. It would help loosen the muscles and help alleviate some of the pressure from the swelling in his shoulder. When she was done with that, she moved on to GB21 and TW15 again to get the loose and pliable. Once she felt he was ready Nat moved to the TE3 in his hand as well as the LI4 point. She used this to her advantage to get him to relax. She knew the more relaxed James was the less pain he would feel.

Nat noticed Bucky was becoming more pliable to her movements. She was happy he would be finding some relief from the pain. She then moved down to his foot and grabbed the above tears point on his foot and massaged for 2 minutes with constant pressure. James groaned as he could move his shoulder more easily without the horrid pain it was causing. When she was done Bucky sat up.

“Thank you, Tash,” Bucky smiled. Nat was caught off guard. Bucky looked down at his crotch and noticed that he had a hard on for the first time since the accident. “Well, it not going to suck itself.” He motioned to his tented sweats.

Nat rolled her eyes, “Doesn’t mean I am going to suck it Barnes.”

“What has your panties is a twist Tash. I was just joking on the plus side your hands do wonders,” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Nat leaned into him whispering, “I promise once you are out of the hospital, we can try some things with arousal pressure points versus ones that are for pain.”

Bucky groaned and adjusted himself in his sweats. Nat smiled and walked out of the room. Bucky knew that the reason he was such a dick to her is because he wanted her and he knew he could never have her. Now maybe just maybe that would change after all Tash has the hands that reminded him of heaven.

Tags: @buckmesideways22​ @oleanderbat , @buckyzgurl , @scarletsoldierrr , @kombatfather1796

[winteriron-trash]

Ok, so that fanfic questions ask meme? You wanna do ALL OF THEM?!

YES, LET’S DO IT, HERE WE GO, PREPARE YOURSELF I’m copy and pasting answers I’ve already done just so I don’t have to retype them and there’s a break because god this got long. I might link this on my About Me post, cause holy shit I spent time on this

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Actual fandom? Probably DC. That’s when I started reading fanfiction and really poked my head around online communities dedicated to media and all.

2. What is your latest fandom?

I don’t know, probably Marvel? Maybe Riverdale, but I was a fan of the comics before so

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

If I’m assuming this question is about the actual fandom and not the source material and the people in the fandom and its community as a whole? Probably the Percy Jackson fandom. Not really into it anymore so I don’t know the state of it now, but it was a pretty wholesome and positive community. Any community that calls it’s creator “Uncle Rick” has gotta be pretty dope.

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

Oh lord save my soul for admitting I like this, but definitely Five Nights at Freddy’s. The indie gaming, creepypasta, underground subculture as a whole is something I regret getting into. Don’t get me wrong, I usually love the source material, but the fandom is just so bad. You probably know what I’m talking about, the fangirls who insist they’re insane and are in love with Slenderman or something.

But specifically on FNaF, lord, I don’t even know what the fandom is anymore. It’s a meme, a fetish, and a hellspace all at once. And I’m not gonna fucking lie, I’ve been in this hellhole long before any of that. Like, I can’t even try to escape it, I’m in it for the long haul. I was just someone who joined for the lore and now we’re here with fucking casual bongos and trash gang and fuck I didn’t ask for this. I can’t escape. I know so fucking much about the franchise it hurts my fucking soul. I remember when the FNaF 2 trailer came out and we were all micro-analyzing London Bridge Is Falling Down. I remember when Springtrap didn’t have a name and we called that fucking Spring Bonnie or Golden Bonnie. I survived that era and I have PTSD from it, trust me. I remember when we were naive enough to think FNaF 3 was the last game. I know what channels were born and what channels died because of that series. I know it all.

I’m sorry, I got off topic. BUT I DON’T GET TO FUCKING RANT ABOUT IT ENOUGH, FUCKING FUCKSHIT

Oh, and a lot of bandoms I was in too. I went through an alt phase where I’d only listen to shit like BVB, BMTH, MCR, PTV, SWS, and so on. Once again, that sort of fandom was the same as the indie/creepypasta in being ‘different’ and ‘insane’ and all that and I was no different. I was a weird fucking kid when I was like 13. I regret all of it.

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

Marvel, DC, and a couple Riverdale. 

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Not in many fandoms but

Marvel - WinterIronDC - SuperbatStar Trek Voyager - Captain Janeway/Seven of NinePercy Jackson - Solangelo

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

Marvel - Stucky, Stuckony, Romanogers, Clintasha, any incest ones, (save me for admitting this) SpideypoolDC - Any batboys shipped together, Bruce/Talia

And I don’t really have NOTPs for my other fandoms? Marvel and DC are really the only two things I’m invested in the fandom of. I guess you could count Wincest as well for Supernatural.

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

What even is my latest fandom? Um, we’ll just say Marvel because I’m really not into joining fandoms much anymore. Honestly, I was a big DC fan who felt the need to hate Marvel because no shit. Eventually, I just got sick of the absolute shit movies DC had and I decided I had nothing to lose by just watching Iron Man. When I watched it I realized “wow, superhero movies can actually be good???” and I just binged the entire MCU in one month and was ready to see the next movie in theatres and I think I’ve seen every single MCU movie in theatres since Civil War? Definitely since Homecoming. I gave up on DC movies. The new Aquaman looks like shit, I’m so fucking pissed they redid Mera’s look when she looked perfectly fucking fine before and now she’s oversexualized and it’s gross. I’m excited for the new DC Batwoman TV show because I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO SEE A LIVE ACTION BATWOMAN SINCE THE DAWN OF FUCKING TIME

9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

Probably the Tony Stark Defense Squad. As a collective whole, I think the Defense Squad is one of the sweetest, nicest corners of the fandom. We’re incredibly kind to each other, write great meta and fic, and it’s just a great community. Of course, there are assholes, but you know.

I might get flamed for saying this, but also the HYDRA Trash Party corner of the fandom is actually really nice? Like, they understand consent and abuse aftermath and all the real shit better than the rest of the fandom, not gonna lie. Like, for as dark as the fic is you’d expect the people to be fucking nasties, but I have never met a rude HTP enthusiast. Or even one who’s unaware of how consent and whump work. They’re all very aware and kind. It’s bizarre, considering the source material. They get an awful rep though.

10.  Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Literally any fandom I’m in besides Marvel and DC. I think I wrote like 2 Riverdale fics. Getting into reading fanfic and getting into writing fanfic are two entirely different ballparks. I don’t really read that much fanfic anyway, especially not anymore. I read Marvel and DC, but even then. I think it’s hard because sometimes you can’t switch off the whole ‘reading like a writer’ thing. That’s why I enjoy classic literature. I’m a slut for some good ass prose and symbolism.

11. Who is your current OTP?

WinterIron, of ducking course.

12. Who is your current OT3?

I’m not really a fan of OT3s, to be honest, I find I’m personally pretty weak with writing poly relationships and I don’t really enjoy reading them because one character is usually focused on a lot more than the other two. But if I had to pick, I would say T’Challa/M’Baku/Bucky only because I am solely responsible for the creation of that abomination and you have no idea how much people begged me for a series after the first one, it astounded me.

13. Any NoTPs?

As before listed, Stucky, Stuckony, Spideypool, Clintasha, Romanogers

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

IronWidow is my top BroTP, but I also like WinterWidow as a BroTP. Stucky is good as a BroTP too, as well as Tony & Rhodey.

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

Literally any ship I have. Yall I’ve been here since WinterIron was obscure. But to name a specific one I’m just gonna go with Pietro/Tony. I don’t know, I just had an idea I was writing for them and I was thinking about how much missed out potential there was between them. And with Pietro as a whole, but you know. Marvel has to kill off the only good Maximoff they had.

Oh, Natasha/Pepper too, but they aren’t as obscure, I guess.

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

Stucky, clearly.

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

Stony, and no. They fell apart for me, at least MCU-wise.

18. What ship have you written the most about?

By now, WinterIron, I believe. I recently passed my count of fics for Superbat.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

Pepperony, probably. I think it’s actually a cute and sweet ship and I like their in-canon moments, but I just can’t get behind reading fanfic of them? It never works out for me, I don’t really get it. It sucks because I do enjoy seeing their cute moments.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

I’ll do a different answer I thought of besides the first time I answered this. But Thruce was a big shocker for me. I didn’t even think about it during Ragnorak but then I saw an incorrect quote for it and I was like? Oh? This? This is a good, pure ship right here. The funny thing is, I actually wrote a fic with them as a side ship long before they hit it big so like, I was shocked when they came out of nowhere. But hey, I’m fucking here for it. I’ll probably never write it, but I’m here for it. 

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

Goodnight, My Angel. It was a Superbat fic and really sad, but I still love it.

22. Is there anything you regret writing?

Probably... You Deserve Love And You’ll Get It. No, I won’t link it because I hate it that much. I’m not even gonna talk about it.  It’s my most popular fic too why

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Super dorky, but The (Un)Wanted Kiss. It’s my first finished chapter fic, and the first chaptered fic I did on Tumblr and it just brings me a lot of nostalgia. It reminds me of where I was as a writer when I started it and it was an entire fic spawned from people wanting more of a simple 500-word prompt and that just blows my mind. It reminds me of the power of fans and how much love and support I got from it. It really kicked me off as a “serious fanfic writer” I think.

24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit?

All You Are Is All I Need. That is a hot fucking mess. Probably The Red Halo too.

25. What’s your most popular fanfic?

*sigh* You Deserve Love And You’ll Get It

26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?

I bullshit my way through them. My most recent fics have actually followed a trend of being named after songs.

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

Summaries. I always make them so fucking corny, I hate it.

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

One Foot In Front Of The Other, probably. Just because I want more fem!WinterIron fanart. I can’t say what scene because spoilers but.... yeah, anything from that would be great, really.

29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not?

Sort of. I make some of my friends like Pizza read over my shit before I post it, but that’s not often, only when I think I need it. I don’t just because I write a lot and I’d feel bad for constantly annoying someone with making them read everything I write. I hate inconveniencing people.

30. What inspires you to write?

The better question is what doesn’t. I never stop thinking like a writer. My brain forgot how to turn off that feature.

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

Ummmm, I can’t think of an exact thing? I get so many beyond sweet comments and messages, it’s hard to pin down one comment. I think if I had to pick, I once got a message from someone on Tumblr who was old enough to be my mother complimenting me and telling me I didn’t write like a teenager and I think that was really sweet.

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

Yes, yes, yes, yes. And honestly, any genre. I listen to everything. Everything. But specifically, Emilie Autumn has inspired a lot ideas/fics I’ve written.

33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics?

All of the above.

34. What’s the word count on your longest fic?

Around 23k, I think?

35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about?

Yes, and whatever I get prompted for, really.

36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

For fanfiction, I guess romance? I mean, that’s really all my fanfiction is. Otherwise, I’ll write quite literally any genre I feel like. I go wherever an idea takes me. I’m character based, not genre or plot based.

37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why?

Third. I fucking despise 1st person. I just do. That’s an entire rant we ain’t here for today.

38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs?

Usually canon characters. I only use an OC when I absolutely have to, to make the plot do the plot stuff.

39. What is you greatest strength as a writer?

Nothing. My writing sucks. All of it is shit.

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Everything. I screech the most about pacing and sentence structures though.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

Most of these are actually on my to-read list but whatever.

Winter's End by ali_aliska Winter is Coming (aka Fifty First Avengers Dates) by 27dragons, tisfan My Love is Vengeance by seikaitsukimizu The caged Hawk by asamandra Fertile Ground by 27dragons, tisfan

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

27dragons tisfanChiaki_Hamano arianapeterson19 thepartyresponsible

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

Not really? I’m not knocking any of the other ‘big names’ in the Marvel fandom, but I don’t really draw inspiration from other fanfic writers. Not for plot, and definitely not for writing style. I get inspiration from fanart I see sometimes, but it’s never one main artist who I stalk to be inspired, just whatever I happen across online.

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

WinterIron, duh. I will not rest until WinterIron is the biggest ship in the Marvel fandom.

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

I’ve mentioned this fic before and honestly, it hasn’t been topped yet, but  In the Company of Monsters by Chiaki_Hamano. It’s not even a Marvel fic, and it’s not even a ship I like, but god, I fucking adore it. I’d love to write something like it, but with WinterIron if I had the time, I think the entire world and setting would fit WinterIron beautifully.

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

Well, that all depends on what they’re looking for in my fanfiction. If they’re looking for WinterIron, I’d probably tell them to start with The (Un)Wanted Kiss just because that’s one of my most loved fics and I think I did really well with it. But if they just want a general fic, A Great Connection is one I’m really proud of and I still get gushing feedback about.

47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why?

For just writing fanfic, Ao3. Tumblr can be a pain in the ass, and I don’t even use ff.net.

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not?

Yes. But only if 1, I really, really loved it or 2, I don’t think the fic has enough attention. It also helps if the writer responds to comments. I don’t see the significance of saying “I loved this!” if the fic has dozens of other comments saying the same thing. As a writer, I know what comments writers prefer. Longer ones, deep comments pointing out what things they liked, and so on. However if I write a comment that long, I like to get a response because you know, I love seeing the writer talking about the elements of the story I liked. 

49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not?

Not really, to be perfectly honest. Yes, I love and cherish every kudos and note I get, and the sweet comments make me want to die of joy. But I write for me. Even when I take prompts, in the end, I write because it makes me happy. Yes, I love the validation. But even without it, I would still write. I do not write fanfiction for you, I share fanfiction with you. There’s a difference. Writing makes me happy. If I only cared about the validation, I wouldn’t have a folder reserved of fics I’ll never post but I wrote just because I wanted to. I write to write. The moment I start writing for validation, I might as well stop writing, because it’s not worth it.

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

Ummmm I think I was just curious? I was new to internet culture, I saw fanart of Superbat and I discovered Ao3 and was like “wow, this stuff exists??? Words for free????? About my favourite characters being happy and dating each other??????????” and it was a downward spiral. I was like, 11 when I read my first fanfiction. I was obsessed with Superbat fanart, and I thought, what would it hurt to try actually reading it? Like, that was so taboo to me. And now we’re here. Tadaaaaaah

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Oh, a chance to ramble. Yay. I’m gonna rant because I’m a rant-y person.

I think something that annoys me about fanfiction is not necessarily a probably within fanfiction, but rather the outward view of it. Fanfic has an awful rep within the real world. The one-time fanfiction really took centre stage was when Fifty Shades came out, which only hurt the platform by furthering the stereotype that it’s all porn made for horny freaks who just want to get off.

I should not be ashamed to say I write fanfiction. I should not feel childish saying it to myself. No one should. At least half of my ‘fans’ are nearly a decade or more older than me. It’s clearly not something that’s immature or silly. Of course, it can be, but any hobby can be dumbed down to a kiddy version.

But fanfiction at its core is ignored for what it really is. When adults talk about fanfiction they belittle it and only see a tiny subsection of it, ignoring what it’s supposed to be about. It’s about creating transformative works for media you’re passionate about.

Fanfiction gets a worse rep than other transformative works such as fanart or whatever. Writing as a whole does. Fanfic is painted as this utter trash.

I’ve read fanfiction that made me cry, laugh, feel shit. I’ve read fanfiction that tackled heavy topics. Even on a sexual standpoint, I’ve read fanfiction that was willing to write erotica that published authors wouldn’t fucking touch. Both in a kink sense, but also in terms of how the relationship functions. I’ve read shitty fanfictions, sure. But I’ve read fanfictions that were better than 90% of the published books I’ve read. Even fanfics I didn’t like.

To put fanfiction into perspective, the average YA novel (the age group fanfiction is generally but not always aimed at) is 70k words. I’ve read fanfiction that blows that word count out of the water. And it takes fucking skill to write something that long. It’s not just writing a bunch of porn or cute scenes, that takes serious world building and character arcs.

Fanfiction kills so many tropes that are common in YA and literature in general. I read a YA after reading nothing but fanfiction for a long time and I was fucking appalled? It was a popular YA too. I won’t name what one because you could literally imagine anyone and it’d probably fit. The characters were flat, the romance was outright manipulative and toxic, the plot was dull, even the writing itself was bland. This was the type of book years ago I would’ve loved. But compared to most (of course, not all. Shit exists, but I think in fanfiction, we’re able to better filter out the shit) fanfictions, it was fucking trash.

When I started reading fanfiction, I assumed it’d lower my standards. The first time I picked up an actual novel I was relieved, excited to not have to deal with the problems that are in unpublished writings. But I quickly realized it was the complete opposite. Fanfiction threw my expectations through the roof. I expect fiction to include representation, fresh plots, interesting characters, thrilling romances, and decent fucking sex scenes if they’re there. But it just wasn’t there. It all fell flat. As someone seriously into the writing and reading community I hear so often that it’s hard for plots to be original and you shouldn’t judge on originality, but then I read fanfiction written by fucking teenagers that’s fucking mind-blowing with plot twists and original ideas, and I have to wonder is it really that hard? It’s clearly doable, you just have to take away the fanfiction part.

I have YA novels sitting on my sheld I know I’ll never read and enjoy because fanfiction just made my expectations too high. Which is good in a sense because I pray some of these amazing writers, when they get older will go on to write mind-blowing original novels and I hope that this generation of writers will put out great literature in ten to fifteen years, but for now I’m just… underwhelmed. I think it’s why I read a lot of classic literature too. Shit was better back then.

And yet despite all that, fanfiction is still made to look like shit in the modern media. It sucks so badly for fanfiction writers not to look like serious writers. I could publish one book, have it get the amount of attention my biggest fanfic got and be considered a serious author. My biggest fanfiction currently has 40k notes on Tumblr. Imagine if that were a published short story. It’d be a fucking hit. And there are others that make my numbers look small. And yet it’s brushed aside as unimpactful.

I think a lot of that stems from the fact that fanfic writers do generally start out younger. I’m 16. Others either are or were my age. But age does not equate to skill in writing. Sure, that is a factor, but it is not the entire story. I know a 14 yr old who writes some of the best prose I have ever seen. And even if younger fic writers aren’t on level yet, fanfiction is what’s helping them grow as a writer. But because we’re teenagers, we’re turned away just because of that. Even more specifically because we’re teenage girls (for the most part, I’m not saying other genders and/or age groups aren’t writing/reading fanfic) and we all know how society feels about them. It’s just a fucking shame that fanfiction can’t be respected for the legitimate form of writing it is because of the stigma. I’ve seen fanfic writers say they aren’t real writers because of the stigma, it’s awful. We feel the need to tear ourselves down for an admirable hobby. I can’t say my favourite book is a fanfiction I read, when I has every right to be a valid answer.

We’ll cut this ramble off here because wow I really went on didn’t I.

[majiksart]

The ultimate OTP Advent Calendar

This is an advent calendar for the OTP’s of me and my friends. Odd numbers are Marvel OTP’s and even numbers are for other OTP’s. So everyday you’ll get a drawing and a story, that you can find below :) x

Day 01 - Stony Day 02 - Drarry Day 03 - Winterwidow Day 04 - Superbat Day 05 - Les Hawkeyes Day 06 - Destiel Day 07 - Clintasha Day 08 - Johnlock Day 09 - Frostiron Day 10 - The Impossibles Day 11 - Science Bro’s Day 12 - Merthur Day 13 - Ironhusbands Day 14 - Turrow Day 15 - Ironwidow Day 16 - Sheriarty Day 17 - Winteriron Day 18 - Wolfstar Day 19 - Phlint Day 20 - Sterek Day 21 - Winterfalcon Day 22 - Spirk Day 23 - Stuckony

Day 23- Stuckony

Bucky doesn’t know why he is in this situation. No wait. He actually knows why he is here. Because of his stupid boyfriends. It took only one frown from Steve and Tony in his very tight leggings and a bit of begging and here Bucky is.

On the ice. Ice Skating.

Or in Bucky’s case more like: Trying not to fall on his ass.

„Are you having fun?“ Steve asks and he grins so widely, that Bucky wants to shove him, so Steve will fall on his ass. The luck seems to come back to him, because just as Bucky think it, Steve falls.

„Now I’m having fun, thank you.“ Bucky says and he chuckles a bit at Steve. Steve sits on the cold ice and pouts. It looks adorable and Bucky would even help him up. But he can’t. Just one step and he would fall, too. He knows that from the last ten falls.

„Stevie, you okay?“ Tony asks worried and he skates over to them. He is smiling all the time, but now he kneels in front of Steve. Steve pouts a bit more and Bucky could swear even his underlip wobbles. Traitor. Tony seems to feel sorry for him and kisses Stevie right on the mouth.

Now it’s Bucky’s turn to pout.

„Hurts.“ Steve whispers and Tony cuddles even more into him. Bucky rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. Unfair. Steve knows exactly how to ice-skate. Bucky was even as a kid horrible at it. But of course he couldn’t say no, to his boyfriends.

„Do you maybe wanna hold my hand? Maybe you can skate better than? Feeling safe, with me?“ Tony says softly and Bucky’s heart does a flip. Steve smiles widely at Tony and then he tries to stand up again. As soon as he stands next to Tony, he holds his hand out.

„You are right. Now I feel safe.“ Steve whispers loudly, so Bucky can hear it and Tony blushes badly at that. He looks always so cute, when he does that and luckily he does that a lot.

„Good.“ Tony says back and then he stands on his tiptoes (in the ice skates holy shit) and kisses Steve. Bucky would be jealous, if that wasn’t so hot. Steve puts his hands on Tony’s hips and Tony’s hands are already in Steve’s blond hair. Bucky whistles loudly, because he can.

„What would be do without you?“ Steve asks, when they break the kiss. Bucky loves how destroyed they both look after just one kiss. Steve’s hair is a mess and Tony’s lips are already swollen.

„We would be inside, in front of the warm fire. Drinking tea and cuddle.“ Bucky answers and Tony turns around on him. It looks so easy when he ice skates.

„If.. if you don’t have fun, then we can go inside.“ Tony says and even though the soft smile is still on his lips, it doesn’t reach his eyes anymore. Bucky wants to kick himself. Steve behind Tony is also glaring at him.

„Oh no, doll. I just… I’m making a fool of myself here.“ Bucky says then and he shrugs. He is a super soldier. Why is such a simple thing like iceskating to hard for him?

„Don’t say that. You didn’t laugh when I said, that I can’t swim.“ Tony says quietly and Bucky remembers last summer. Tony was so shy and cute about it and Bucky loved to teach him.

„Will you hold my hand, too?“ Bucky asks and just as Steve he looks as sad as he can manage. Tony claps his hands and nods happily. This smile is real.

„Of course, Bucky! Okay so just take my hand and we start slowly. Steve gimme your hand, too.“ Tony says and then he is between Bucky and Steve. Where he belongs. Tony explains it slowly to them. He shows them how to skate and also how they don’t loose their balance.

Bucky doesn’t fall on his butt every two seconds, but he still falls. Luckily Steve is always there to hold Tony, so he won’t fall, too. Even though Bucky wouldn’t mind catching his sweetheart. And nobody is laughing at him. Not even Steve.

When he manages to skate 10 minutes, without falling, Steve kisses him so hard, that Bucky sees stars and then Tony giggles at them and he gets a kiss from both on his cheeks. Bucky feels a lot better now.

„So now you know the basics, how about some tricks?“ Tony asks after a while, when Bucky even manages to take a few steps without holding Tony’s hand.

„Tricks?“ Steve asks and Bucky wants to sigh. Even Steve doesn’t know any tricks, so he is at least not alone with this. Tony just nods and a moment later he has one leg in the air and skates on his other leg.

Bucky screams.

„Tony! Be careful!“ Bucky says and he holds onto the foot, that is in the air. Tony laughs loudly and Steve laughs, too. But he also holds Tony’s hand, which means he is a bit worried, too.

„I am carful, Buckaroo. I’m good at this.“ Tony says and then he sets his foot back down. Bucky hugs him as tight as he can.

„Sorry.“ He mumbles, but he still hugs Tony. Steve comes over to them as well and the dork puts his arms around them both. Tony giggles happily and Bucky kisses his head.

„Can we go back inside now?“ Bucky whispers and Tony laughs so loud, that Steve slaps Bucky’s head.

„What?“

„Well actually. Yeah we should go back inside. Because I know many things that Tony is good at.“ Steve says and Tony gasps loudly.

„I don’t know why everyone thinks Bucky is the dirty one and Steve the worried mother.“ Tony says smiling at them and Bucky shrugs.

Well he knew that from the start. And he wouldn’t change it. 

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#WinterWidow fanfic

Bloodline Ch27: The star that led me to her preview:

"Wow, that arm is so cool!" Cooper said in amazement as he pushed his sister aside and ran towards the Soldier.

  At first Bucky had thought the boy was mocking him but when he saw that the child's sister also stared in awe he froze in confusion as the kids rained questions down on him.

  “Is this steel? Or that stuff from Captain America’s shield?”

  “How can you move it? Can you feel anything with it?”

  James sucked in a breath when the boy boldly touched his arm to check out the material. He could see Clint and Laura stiffening as well. The kids didn’t know what their parents understood. The arm, no, the entire man, was a weapon capable of destruction.

  Natasha saw how her lover had to struggle and decided to help by moving closer to him and holding his hand, but before she could voice anything to calm the kids, and him, down, Alexei spoke up.

  The boy had sneaked in between the two other children, knowing his father needed a comforting assurance of the familiar among the new faces he saw right now. He even took his father’s metal hand in his own to ground him with a strong grip that showed the boy’s genetical superiority compared to the normal children around him. “It’s a titanium-based alloy with maybe a few traces of vibranium.” He explained as he guided the hand to be in better view for the other kids while also ruling over the situation, showing his father that he had everything under control.

  James released a shaky breath as he met his son’s knowing eyes, eyes that couldn’t belong to a child his age. He did see so much of Natasha in him, in the way he led him along the path of redemption back to normality just like the Black Widow had been for the few months since the birth of their child.

  “How strong is that arm?” The little girl asked in awe as her fingers gently traced the plates.

  The movement was so careful, so tender but not because of fear, no. It was more like she had her hands on a rare crystal artwork that she wanted to show her adoration for without accidentally breaking it. In that second the Soldier felt a warm sensation spreading inside of him. He felt… safe and accepted.

  “Very strong,” Alexei explained as looked at his father with a smile. His fingers guided the girls hands around the wrist. “Hang on to him and he’ll show you.”

  Bucky was taken aback for a moment. But then he realized that he had done this before. Showing off his strength by lifting someone into the air easily. This was something you didn’t need special strength for when it came to someone as small as a child. And it wouldn’t lead to any injury on the kids’ side. The Soldier could have crushed a table to demonstrate his powerful tool, but this… this was a much better way. And the charming, young gentleman inside him rejoiced at this opportunity.

  The girl squealed in delight as she was lifted up easily, the girl hanging on to the arm like a monkey. “Yeah!” Dangling her feet she exclaimed her joy.

  James raised her so their eyes met on the same level and he could see the pure astonishment radiating from her. He arched an eyebrow cockily, in the way he would to make girls swoon over him.

  The girl suddenly had a dreamy look on her face and then turned to Natasha. “You’re so lucky you have such a great boyfriend.”

  Natasha stifled a laugh and leaned in closer to James. “Yes, but remember, he’s mine.”

  “Okay.” Lilly shrugged as her gaze went down to Alexei who had his turn of halting his breath and fighting a blush.

  Natasha smiled. The boy had so much from his father. Always giving his best and trying to help. Of course Steve had been a strong influence there but James and Alexei had their own way of showing this kindness. Hell, once the boy was in his adolescent years she would have a lot to do. But at least she could be sure that her son wouldn’t make a reckless mistake.

  “I want too!” Cooper became impatient and was quickly given an opportunity as well when Barnes lowered his arm enough to make him grasp the elbow.

  “Alexei?” James asked his son to join in.

  The boy gave a chuckle and shook his head at this childishness but hung on to him as well. He was a kid after all, he had every right to participate in these weird actions. He took hold of his father’s opened hand and tried not to bump into Lilly too much who had started to giggle.

  “And up you go.” James announced as he lifted all of them, the movement so easy as if they weighed not more than a feather. Lila squealed in delight once more while Cooper gaped in awe. Alexei however was silent, watching, analyzing and maybe wondering if one day he would be as strong as his father.

  Laura applauded with a cheer and nudged her husband. “See, that’s a man.”

  “Hey!” Clint gaped in mock bafflement. At least that had gone better than expected. He gave Barnes a quick nod before venturing to the dinner table once more. “Come on, everyone, food’s getting cold.”

  Natasha felt her heart swelling as she watched James interacting with the children in such a fatherly manner. How natural and open the children behaved around him. They were used to the extraordinary by now and their parents didn't withhold any information concerning the Avengers. His first instincts had been to stay away, to block them out in fear of accidentally hurting them. But now… only a few moments later… “How strong you are, Soldier.” she murmured with her bedroom voice as he lowered the kids back down.

  Her tone went straight to his groin and he was glad that the kids had already run to the table. He turned her to face him, crushing her against his muscular frame, showing her exactly what her words had evoked in his nether regions. His arm caressed her back before gently cupping her chin, his thumb running over her lower lip. “I’m gonna show you how…”

  There was a cough from Laura still waiting to join the others at the table who were now also watching them closely.

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Movies (Ch.1) (WinterWidow Nat/Bucky)

 MASTERLIST 

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“I'm telling you this is a bad idea.”

“Hush.” Tony made a few last adjustments to the helmet on his table before leaning back in triumph. “There. It's perfect.”

“I'm telling you he won't go for it.” Steve folded those big arms across his chest and frowned.

“You know, frowning doesn't work on me. Do you remember seeing my dad frown? It could peel the paint off a Porsche. You're little pout there doesn't even start to intimidate me.” Tony was tapping a pen against his lips, staring hard at the helmet. “Do you think red is ok? Or is he really into the whole grey and silver thing?”

“Tony listen to me.”

“No.” Tony interrupted. “You listen to me. Steve, you brought Bucky home months ago and I know for damn certain he has hardly slept at all in that time. I don't know if it's the nightmares, or if not sleeping is part of his training, or what it is, but I'm tired of it. I can't handle knowing he's suffering. Especially when it keeps you up at night.” Tony sighed. “And I don't mean ‘up’ in the way that I like, I mean ‘up’ in a way that makes me want to punch you for wearing lines in my expensive carpet.”

“I brought Bucky home?” Steve asked with a quirk to his lips.

“You brought him… here.” Tony corrected. “And I take it as a personal offense that he doesn't sleep in the big fluffy bed I bought him. That's all this is.”

“So you designed a sleep mask? With soothing music and rhythms and white noise so he can sleep, something that took weeks to do. Because it offends you he doesn't sleep on the bed?”

“The mattress was over a thousand dollars, Captain. This is… this is… personal pride right here.”

“I love you, you know.” Steve reached for his husband, pulling him around the work table and up against his body. “Doing all this for my friend. Letting me bring him home. Designing this to help him sleep. Pretending it's a matter of pride.”

“It is.” Tony insisted even as he stood on his toes to get closer to Steve.

“Oh absolutely.” Steve murmured, rubbing their noses together. “It's absolutely your pride in that bed forcing you into this project.”

“Mm-hmm.” Tony grinned against his lips. “If I claim pride in our bed can I force you into it?”

“Who needs a bed?” Steve laughed and swung his husband up into his arms, calling for FRIDAY to lock the doors of the lab. ****************** “This is a terrible idea. I'm not doing it.” Bucky's voice was flat, and final, and he didn't look up from his cup of coffee.

“Bucky Baby--” Tony started but his mouth clicked shut when Bucky raised his head and fixed him with a glare.

“Bucky.” Steve spoke up softly. ��Tony is just trying to help. I know you don't need much sleep, but no sleep at all is going to destroy you.”

“Destroy me.” Bucky finished his coffee and smiled but it was so cold it made Tony's skin crawl. “I can't be destroyed much more, can I? What's left to destroy?”

“Will you think about it?” Steve asked. “At least consider it.”

Bucky’s metal arm flexed, the fingers tightening with a low creaking sound.

“Do you need some oil because--” Tony started to quip but Steve clapped a big hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

“I will not wear a mask and let you brainwash me to sleep. I. Will. Not.” Bucky stood and left, moving slowly, the exhaustion and tension making him stiff. “The answer is no.”

The pair watched him go, and Tony sighed, tipping his head back against the fridge.

“I told you this was a terrible idea.” Steve finally said and Tony snorted.

“Would it kill you to be supportive, husband? Just once, tell me I have good ideas?”

“Putting a couch in your lab was a good idea.” Steve said thoughtfully and Tony couldn't stop the grin across his face.

“You're damn right it was.” ***************************** Bucky sat on the roof of the compound, hidden between a ventilator shaft, and the gable of the window leading to his room. It was freezing outside, but he couldn't really tell. It simply didn't register. Usually he wore layers to avoid being hurt by weather he didn't really feel, but he hadn't stopped to get a jacket, and sat in loose cotton pants and a t shirt, squinting his eyes against the wind.

“Hi.” The Black Widow lifted herself over the edge of the roof in one smooth motion, sitting herself a few feet away.

Bucky tensed, pulling on every piece of control he had not to strike out at the tiny woman. She had startled him, which didn't happen very often, and never turned out well. “You should know better than to sneak up on me.”

“If you sat in the open I wouldn't have to sneak.” She replied calmly, and pulled her knees to her chin to stare out across the compound like he was doing.

Bucky let the silence between them stretch, refusing to feel awkward about it. If the woman wanted to talk, she would. Everyone always talked whether he wanted to or not.

Nearly fifteen minutes passes before Bucky even twitched, shifting the heavy arm because it was pulling at his shoulder uncomfortably.

“I heard about Tony's idea for a mask.”

And there's the reason to seek me out. Bucky thought, but didn't answer.

“I know why you said no to it.” She continued, and made a vague motion like a mask over her face. “Getting plugged into something to change your habits. I would say no to it as well. But realize that Tony doesn't have the same triggers we do.”

We? Bucky turned his head to look at curiously.

“To him, the technology, a helmet, it's his safety, his security. He's unstoppable with his suit on. The idea of sleeping with a helmet on doesn't bother him. Letting sound manipulate his body into a sleep doesn't set off his PTSD. Doesn't trigger awful memories.”

Bucky cleared his throat. “Yeah, I could see that.” The assassin didn't even act like she'd heard him.

“So maybe, instead of throwing it in his face with a flat out refusal, you tell him why you're saying no, and let him redesign something for you. He's a genius, he will figure it out.”

“Steve knew--”

“Steve shouldn't have to explain these things. You're a big boy, use your words.” Her voice rose just the slightest bit.

And Bucky smiled, actually smiled, at the redhead, even if it was a surprised one.

“People tend not to be so blunt with me.” His hand curled into a fist, and her green gaze dropped to it.

“Yes well, people skills are not one of my strengths.”

They were quiet for a long time after, until she suddenly stood to her entirely unimpressive height of just a bit over five feet.

“When I can't sleep I watch old spy movies.”

“And those aren't a trigger for you?” Bucky asked, not wanting her to leave and not entirely sure why that was.

“No.” She sent him one of those half smiles. “No, Sean Connery is much too good looking to give me flashbacks.” Then she swung herself over the edge of the roof and through the window, landing with the slightest thump.

Bucky stayed out for another few hours, until the sun went down. Tony locked the compound down at night, sensors on the grounds and the roofs, so whether he slept or not, he had to be inside.

He sighed, and climbed down the same way Black Widow had, landing in his bedroom.

It occurred to him suddenly, that to find him, she would have had to break into his room, know exactly which window he had gone out of, and the easiest way to get out of that window and onto the roof.

Glancing around, he could see that nothing had been disturbed, and when he tested his door, it was locked.

She locked the door behind her. And Bucky smiled again, because the woman was just extraordinary. ******************** Midnight came and went and still Bucky sat on the couch in the common area, idly doodling on a sketch pad. Steve was the one with the real talent, but Bucky could still draw a little. The other team members had already left for the night. Since most of them tended to be early risers, by midnight Bucky was usually the only one left awake.

Footsteps behind him, overly loud footsteps so he wasn't surprised by someone's else's presence, and Natasha dropped onto the couch next to him, sitting far enough away to not crowd him, and turned the tv on.

“I don't want to watch tv.” Bucky said quietly, and she shrugged.

“Leave then.”

Bucky kept looking down at his sketch pad and tried to hide a small smile when she put on one of those old spy films and settled in to watch.

He wanted to roll his eyes at the cheesy effects, the overt sexism, and ridiculous weapons, but eventually even he couldn't deny the movie was entertaining.

“Who is--” he started to ask, and she held up a hand to quiet him.

“Sean Connery. James Bond. Now quiet, I don't like people talking during my movies.”

So they sat in silence for the full two and a half hours, Bucky definitely not watching her, but also not looking down at his sketch pad. His eyes were glued to the screen as against all odds and with some truly terrible one liners, the spy- James Bond- managed to thwart an evil genius.

When the movie was over, Natasha simply stood, stretched, and left.

Bucky didn't notice, because he'd nodded off somewhere in the middle, and she let him sleep.

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Oh Captain! // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow) Word Count: 2k+ Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’ kink. This is a bit of a slow burn. I’m not sorry. 

Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus: Tony Stark’s seal of approval.

A/N: Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym, maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore me. I’m so sorry. This was supposed to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone 

PART 2

Working out with Captain America was always a spectacle. No one could blame you really.

He always showed up to the training room in a white tee shirt that seemed just maybe a size too small and sweat pants that left nothing to the imagination. Literally not a damn thing. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was doing this on purpose. That man was a walking sex fantasy. You could literally create a successful porno of him just working out. Many of the women (and men, because hello, have you seen Steven Grant Rogers?) in the Tower had arranged their workout schedules around his; he pretended not to notice. On the plus side, everyone seemed to be in the best shape of their lives.

You couldn’t help yourself really; you’d be in the middle of a weight lifting set and would catch yourself inadvertently staring at Steve’s thighs, arms, not-so-subtle dick print, and that glorious chest, oh man his hands...basically any portion of his body that graced your line of sight. You’d catch him staring at you as well. Every time you did your squat sets you swore you could feel his baby blues staring holes into your ass. He might have been a complete gentleman, but you could always tell when a man was staring at your cleavage. It’s one of those skills that women just develop without even realising it. You frequently felt guilty for objectifying him this way but knowing he was doing the same went a long way to alleviate said guilt.

Today was one of those rare days where you and Steve had the training room all to yourself.

“Morning, Captain,” you all but purred. Goddammit Y/N, get yourself under control, you thought.

Steve felt his cock twitch at the sultriness of your tone. Fuck me. He’d never tell a soul but he loved the way you always called him that. You were an absolutely beautiful woman; he’d often catch himself deep in a fantasy of wondering just how delicious your dark copper skin tasted. He’d do almost anything to find out. Maybe today was a bad day to go commando, he wondered briefly.

He cleared his throat, “Good morning, Agent.” The deep brusqueness of his voice sent shivers down your spine. Get a grip, Y/N; he’s Captain America for crying out loud.

You both settled into your warm up routines; he started with a quick jog on the treadmill while you opted for yoga. There was one small problem. The yoga mats just happened to be in front of the treadmill station. Mentally scolding yourself, you decided you’d put all your focus into warming up and stretching. Steve seemed to be paying you no mind; a quick glance his way revealed he’d slipped on some comfy headphones and settled into an easy pace. Distracting yourself with the intensity of yoga worked…for about an hour. You were completely lost when Steve moved to that goddamn punching bag.

Steve wanted to kick himself for decided to start his warm up with a jog. How the hell could he have known you were going to choose yoga? It was a monumental effort to keep his breathing even especially when you did that one fucking pose where your shapely ass tormented him in all the best ways. Running with a raging erection was damn near impossible. They didn’t call him the Super Soldier for nothing. No matter what he did or how many mission reports he fought to focus on, he could not tear his eyes away from the erotic flexibility of your body. His mother would be ashamed; she didn’t raise him to objectify a woman like this, no matter how badly he craved her. Today was definitely a bad day to go commando. He moved to the punching bags hoping they would provide some relief or, at the very least, send his blood rushing somewhere else. It was a feeble attempt really.

If you looked up sexual tension in the dictionary, there’d be a gif of the two of you frustrated as hell working out in the Tower gym and uselessly pretending that you weren’t watching one another with sneaky lustful eyes. You couldn’t even remember how long it’d had been since you’d gotten laid. Working for SHIELD killed any attempt at a social life. Goddamn world governments who couldn’t seem to keep the peace long enough for you to pick up a hot man (or woman) and work out those sexual frustrations you’d racked up over long missions. Giving up on your yoga, you moved to the stationary bikes; perhaps cardio and sweat would burn this heat out of you. Your bastardly libido took that as a challenge.

From his position at the punching bags, Steve could see just how perfectly shaped your legs were on the stationary bikes. Fuck; there goes that raging erection again. Your long curly hair in a messy pony tail gave him unfettered access of your bouncing cleavage. Steve truly didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. Thankfully, Nat decided to grace the gym with her presence.

“Y/N! Rogers! What are you two doing here so early?” she snickered. She picked up on the tension between the two of you months before.

“Oh you know, the early bird catches the worm and however the rest of that phrase goes,” you replied. She laughed and joined you at the bikes. She settled in with a warm up pace. Neither of you noticed how much harder Steve threw his punches at the sound of your voice. He could hear everything.

“Wanna tell me why it feels like a storm about to break in here?” she murmured just low enough for you to hear…so she thought.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your face was the picture of pure innocence…as long as you didn’t look at her.

“Oh come on, Y/N. You don’t honestly expect me to believe that?”

“Okay fine!” you hissed, “we’ve been here for the last hour and a half and I am reaching the limits of my self-control. Look at him, Nat. You can’t honestly tell me you don’t want to mount and ride him into the heavens.”

“I’ve got my own Super Soldier for that, Y/N/N.” This was news to you, as far as you knew, she and Barnes has just been flirting, heavily. You suppressed a squeal. This was serious business.

“Tell me something Nat,” you pondered aloud. She already knew where this was going.

“What’s up?”

“Does the serum really make him bigger all over?”

“Let’s just say, he definitely puts my flexibility to the test.” The two of you were giggling like high schoolers when you were suddenly greeted Bucky Barnes.

“Anyone want to tell me why Steve is over there punching the living hell out of those punching bags?” he asked worriedly. You found it endearing the way he and the Captain loved each other.

The first bag was a complete accident. It really was. When the words ‘mount and ride him into the heavens’ left your lips he was so stunned that he forgot to pull his punch to prevent real damage. It went flying. The second bag wasn’t so accidental. His brain tormented him with images of you riding him; fuck, how he wanted to sheath himself inside of you and forget everything else. It went flying too. The third bag wasn’t faring much better than is former counterparts.

Glancing over to Steve, you’d somehow missed the two punching bags he’d completely beaten into submission. They lay desecrated in a pile and leaking sand near him. It was an honorable death, really. It seemed the third was about to join them. Nat let out a low whistle; this was a whole new level of sexual frustration. You dismounted from your bike and made your way over to the horny soldier. He ceased his brutal assault on the bag the moment you crossed his line of sight.

“Y/N! What’s up?” Your quick and watchful eyes didn’t miss the way he licked his lips when he said your name. Damn that mouth haunted your dreams in all the best ways. A not so subtle glance to the front of his sweats told you all that you needed to know. Was he going commando?

“That’s what I was coming over to ask, Captain,” you gestured to the pile of bags, “is everything okay?”

“Just peachy.” If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you’d have believed that lie. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Nat and Bucky crept quietly out of the gym. They had their own sexual tension to resolve.

He walked stiffly to the bench nearby and nearly crushed his water bottle. Taking a swig, he sighed heavily. Your knowing eyes never left his body as he moved to the free weights. Anyone else would have felt like some sort of stalker watching Captain America doing reps, you were so turned on that you couldn’t even be bothered to give a damn. His baby blues met your lustful gaze and he smirked.

“See anything you like?”

“What’s not to like about you, Captain? You’re like walking kryptonite,” you teased. This ‘harmless’ flirting had to peak eventually right? Steve set the free weight back on its shelf and took a deep breath. Your earlier words echoed in his mind; he decided it was now or never.

“Walking kryptonite? Is that the kind where you mount and ride me into the heavens?”

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a true reaction. It was time to be bold and brave. Steve held his breath awaiting your response.

“What can I say, Captain. Those thighs are the stuff of legends.”

“Why don’t you come closer and see if they live up to the fantasy?” His Captain voice sent blood rushing straight to your core. You certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

A few short paces later and you were straddling the impossibly tiny waist of your long standing crush. His massive hands slid up your back and freed your tight ponytail. You sighed in relief. The skin tight yoga pants you were wearing did nothing to mask the feeling of his thick cock against your aching cunt. Those plump pink lips were mere inches from yours; something seemed to hold him back.

“Are you sure about this, darlin’?” he asked. Ever the gentleman, it seems.

“Captain, I swear to go-” A bruising kiss cut off your threat. Finally. There was a surprising amount of gentleness in the kiss; the softness of his full lips felt like heaven moving against your own. Steve could never have imagined he’d find someone who truly kissed him breathless. Not since Peggy. He loved the feeling of your short nails digging into his shoulders; he tried his best not to crush you to his chest in an effort to hold you closer. Suddenly, the intercom crackled overhead.

“As happy as I am that the two of you are finally working out your issues, please, for the love of all that is star spangled, not in the gym. I just had it disinfected from the last time Bucky and Nat were left alone too long,” asked Tony Stark. Big Brother sees all, apparently.

With a chuckle, you pulled away from Steve’s kisses. “We hear you loud and clear, Stark.”

Steve was content to just hold you in his arms while you sat in his lap. His cock had other ideas. The heat from your core caused him to throb; your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned softly at the feeling. Steve was immediately intoxicated by the sound. He thrust against you gently, hoping to hear you make it again. Your eyes snapped open at his teasing movements. Leveling him at him with a narrowed gaze, you cocked your head to the side. His poker face revealed absolutely nothing in spite of the mischievous twinkle in his pretty blue eyes; Barnes had taught him well. Two can play that game, you thought. Rolling your slowly hips into his, you leaned into his ear and bit gently. This time his hips bucked involuntarily.

“Bedroom,” you whispered. Steve wasted no time. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he carried you from the gym, down the hall to his quarters. You grinned cheekily at Sam and Wanda who hooted and clapped in approval.

This was gonna be fun.

END P1

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Hi. Honest question. What makes youb so optimistic regardless winterwidow chances in mcu? I must say, before civil was relatively optimistic, but after not so sure. I know hints here and there but as one really good piece on tumblr explained it could scratched by them, used in various scenarios. Nothing certain as it might seem. Just wanted to ask you what makes you confident.

Actual hints in the dialogue of the movies, like “going after him is a dead end, I know, I’ve tried,” “she’s mine,” “you could at least recognize me.” 

Little hints in the background that might not be as noticeable like Bucky recognizing her voice, Natasha generally knowing how to be one step ahead of him -- even though she’s never been in a fight with him before (remember, he shot her from afar in Odessa, so logically she should have no idea how he actually fights and the fact that she knows and is able to stay one step ahead of him has to indicate something), Bucky taking the gun from her locker, and his thing for redheads being confirmed in the MCU. 

The fact that his ties to Soviet Russia, despite having been found by HYDRA and not the KGB in this universe, was made crystal clear. 

The return of their relationship in this most recent Black Widow run, and also buckynat nod in the 1872 mini-run. Hell, it was even alluded to in that little mobile game Avengers Academy. While these things generally don’t have anything to do with the MCU, they show that Marvel has not forgotten about it. 

The fact that aside from Gretchen, who he met in WWII, and Ventolin, who a vast majority of comic readers and now even the writers at Marvel ignore, Natasha is the only canon long-term love interest Bucky has ever had in the comics. 

The fact that all of the other major white male characters have had at least one love interest from their comics canon. (This is, unfortunately, excluding Sam, Rhodey, and T’Challa thus far -- which is another problem entirely.) 

The fact that Steve and Sharon are a thing, which means Nat and Steve more than likely will not be a thing, and Bucky and Steve will not be a thing. 

Most people really did not like br*cenat, and with the way things were left off it seems unlikely that will be continued. 

The official Marvel account named Bucky and Natasha’s relationship in Marvel’s Top 10 best relationships (I think at #5?). 

Seb clearly wants it to happen and as far as I’m aware neither of the actors like they’re ready to jump ship. 

TBH I have a lot more reasons but I don’t need to say all of them, I think you get the gist. I’m obviously not 100% sure since no one really can be except the writers/directors/actors once they’ve read the scripts. But I see more reasons that they could go ahead with it than couldn’t, and if Bucky is going to become a major character in the MCU soon (which is seems like he will judging by Seb’s contract) I’d say it’s pretty likely. 

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