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gaysindistress · 11 months

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I love u like I’ll get on my knees 😍😍😍😍 CAN U PLEASEEEE PLEASEEEE do TFAWS!Bucky x Latina reader?? maybe more specifically Brazilian?? we need some rep 🥺🥺 HAHA actually though like reader is good friends with Sam and Sam introduces them? Please, and thank u the dead love of my life

AHAHHAAHWH MY FIRST REQUEST!!!! thank you so much love!!

Okay okay so here’s a little Drabble for ya! I feel like this could be a full one shot?? Maybe after my follower celebration that starts on Friday! Also I wrote this on my phone so I apologize if there are any spelling/grammar errors.

Anjo -Portuguese for “angel”

mãe - Portuguese for “mom”

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1.2k (this was only meant to be 500ish words…)

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

“Please tell me that you didn’t text him,” My coworker asks with an edge of dread and disgust in her voice. For the last two hours of our shift, Lilly has been on me about the guy who left me his number yesterday.

It had been a slow day with only regulars really coming in so a decent looking young guy walking in felt like Christmas. Lils was on it and immediately put on her best flirt, fluttering her big eyes and matching lashes at him when he ordered. I wanted to laugh at the scene but that died when he flashed a smile my way and handed me his number. It was quickly followed by some passing comment about how he hates it when girls throw themselves at him. I had half a mind to throw his coffee on him but I knew my boss would have my head. I settled for plastering a fake smile on my face and saying “Vai pro caralho.” Of course the ignorant asshole thought I was being nice and winked at me. It took all of my strength to not shutter in disgust.

“You should know me better than that,” I throw back at her, “from that 2 minute interaction alone, I can already tell that he would talk about himself the entire date before saying something borderline foul like how Latinas girls are his favorite and he can’t stand white girls .”

Lils snorts as she takes a sip of her coffee, nearly choking and sending the hot liquid flying over the freshly cleaned counter. I arch a dark brow at her which makes her laugh even harder.

“What? Am I wrong? You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t have pulled out that high school Spanish to impress me.”

“No, no,” she stutters, wiping the coffee up, “it just caught me off guard is all. Wait, didn’t you say something to him in Spanish before he left? What did you say?”

I narrow my eyes at her, “Vai pro caralho? Babes you should know better.”

She looks at me in horror, “oh my god it was Portuguese, wasn’t it?”

I nod as she profusely apologizes, “I am so sorry, Y/N. Oh my god I’m not better than that asshat. Ugh, what does that mean though?”

The front door opens before I have the chance to speak and the little bells above alerts us to the one regular that never fails to put a smile on my face. Sam had been coming in since before I started working at Brewed Awakenings but after that first interaction, he came pretty much daily. He even got Sarah his sister to start coming in and within a matter of a few weeks, I was invited over for Sunday dinner.

“It means Go fuck yourself,” I tell Lils as I round the counter with a bright smile and wide arms. Sam matches me and wraps me into a tight hug.

“Good morn, Anjo. How are you?” He asks as he squeezes me into this chest.

I pull back and give him my best angry mãe look we I demand to know where he’s been for the last few weeks.

He holds his hands up in defense as he says, “put those eyes away, Anjo. Im sorry okay? I was on official business and I didn’t have time to swing by to let you know but I’m back.”

I don’t let up my expression at first and lecture him some more, “You better be. You were gone for like…”

I pause for dramatic effect to pretend to count the time while walking back around the counter, “6 weeks. I was about to send out a search and rescue team to find you. Ridiculous.”

Sam chuckles while shaking his head at me. He steps to the side to reveal a man that’s been standing behind him and one that I hadn’t noticed before.

A damn attractive man.

Albeit a bit judgmental given the looks he’s throwing at the both of us.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” Sam tries but stops when I shot him another mãe look. He quickly changes the subject, clapping his hand on his companion’s shoulder and introducing him, “well this is Bucky. He’s the reason I was gone so if you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at him.”

Bucky.

He looks familiar but I can’t quite figure out why. The massive resting bitch face forced me I stop the search before offering him a bright smile as I repeat his name.

This seems to…irritate him? I honestly can’t tell with the stone wall of moodiness and brooding that lives on his drop dead gorgeous face.

“Well welcome in Bucky, I’m Lilly but everyone calls me Lils and this is y/n,” Lils jumps in with an equally wide smile. His dark eyes flicker between us but hover half a second longer on me. He utters a low “thank you” and looks up to the menu.

Sam rolls his eyes at his short answer but his ever present smile never fades as he orders his usual, a large hot mocha with soy milk. I’ve tried to get him to switch to coconut or even hemp milk but he refuses. He always gives me the whole speech about how “soy is the closest to real milk and if I’m going to drink alternative milk, it has to be close to the real thing.”

“And for you?” I turn my attention to Bucky while Lils starts on Sam’s order. He looks me with slightly wide eyes, a little startled it seems that I’m still talking to and looking at him.

He freezes for a moment, “uh…um a large house coffee.”

“Of course,” Lils jumps in once again and slides a cup across the counter to him. The loud volume of her voice causes him to flinch and Sam instinctively steps in front of him. He takes the cup without another word and fills it while Sam pays and throws a shamelessly flirty smile to Lils. She mocks faintly in a fit of giggles and winks at him.

Sam turns his attention to him and subtlety jerks his chin towards the door, wordlessly asking me if I’ll walk them out. Lils caught it too and rolls her eyes before shooing us out the door.

“She means no harm. She’s just…cheery,” I tell Bucky when the door closes behind us and we step onto the side walk, “I can tell her to tone it back for when you come in next.”

Sam chuckles under his breath and tries to hide a smile behind his cup but fails miserably. Bucky shots him another one of those bored looks and rolls his beautiful eyes at him.

“You don’t have to do that,” he finally says to me and actually makes eye contact with me, “Y/N.”

I offer him another wide smile and stick my hand for him to shake. He glances down at my watch and rings before taking my hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. Don’t let Sam fill your head with too many tales and I hope to see you soon.”

The man in question basically squawks in protests as I hug him goodbye and disappear back into the coffee shop.

About an hour after I get home, I get a text from Sam saying something along the lines of “Robo cop liked you and asked for your number.”

Moments later a D.C. number sends me a text and I quickly save it under “Bucky (aka Robo Cop according to Sam)”

That’s when it clicks who he is; Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Solider and the most attractive man I’ve ever met.

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featherbow · 4 months

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marvelousstevetony · 4 years

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Hi! Just wondering if you could write something with Bucky sneezing For 47. Hiding sneezes and/or 52. Did you just sneeze? Any pairing/relationship is fine. 😊

Ahh, I love this so much for Bucky! Thank you, anon! Seeing as TFAWS is coming out later this year (and I can’t wait!!!), I decided to do Sam/Bucky for this prompt, with a hopelessly pining, sick Bucky. Hope you like it <3

As if going on a mission in the middle of fucking nowhere wasn’t bad enough, Bucky curses internally, they are now stuck in a small cabin miles away from civilization for who knows how long. The blizzard had hit them by surprise, and before they even had time to think about it, Sam had been sent coordinates to the nearest safe house. They got there just before the snow made it impossible to drive on the roads safely. Sam had been so relieved when they pulled into the driveway, Bucky too, but he’s still a little hesitant even as he got out of the car.

It’s not that there’s anything wrong with the cabin. It has a functional kitchen and bathroom, a fireplace in the small living space, and though both of them had doubted it, it had electricity. So yeah, it’s sufficient.

There’s just one, small problem, though. There’s only has one bed and the sofa is just about big enough for the two of them to sit upright in. They can, if they’re really squeezed together, but even for just one person to sleep on that, it would result in severe back aches for days.

“We’ll just share the bed,” Sam had said and shrugged nonchalantly before lighting the fireplace.

Okay, so maybe there’s more than just one problem.

Bucky has slept next to a lot of guys, even in smaller beds than this one. He and Steve did it all the time before the, and sometimes during the war there was just no other choice than cramming up. On a previous mission he’d even bunked with Barton, and though it wasn’t necessarily comfortable, it could been worse. This couldn’t get any worse.

No, because the difference is that Bucky has never been attracted to any of the one’s he slept next to. He didn’t have the desire to swing his arm over their waist and pull them close, to bury his face in their neck and whisper sweet nothings. With Sam, it’s different.

With Sam, Bucky wants to do all that, wants to have Sam’s fingers thread through his hair. He wants to wake to see Sam’s relaxed face, how his lips are slightly parted and just how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. But that would never happen. Sam simply doesn’t like him like that, and Bucky can handle that just fine. When they’re not pressed together like sardines in a tin, that is.

The third problem, and Bucky wants the world to swallow him whole, is that because of the drastic weather change, Bucky is ninety-nine percent sure that he’s come down with a cold. His nose has had that runny-itchy feeling all day, and his head is starting to feel stuffy, the way it always gets when he has a head cold. If he’s going to be sleeping next to his crush— no, the guy he’s in love with, he would prefer to do it when he’s not all sniffly and full of germs.

He’s been trying to downplay it for the last few hours, rubbing his nose tentatively with the cuff of his sweater, stifling a few sneezes when Sam hadn’t looked. It was getting harder to keep the sniffles at bay, though, with how the cabin was being heated by the fireplace and how his colds always get worse in the evening.

When Sam decides to look through the cupboards to look for something to make for dinner, Bucky excuses himself to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he notices the pink tint to the tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks. He looks like a child, Bucky thinks. His Ma and Steve had always said he looked so young and innocent and that it was really cute how his face flushed that way when he was sick. Bucky couldn’t see it back then, but he does see it now. Fucking perfect. A man with blushing cheeks and a nose channeling Rudolph is just what Sam’s looking for. Bucky rolls his eyes at himself, and pulls some toilet paper from the roll to blow his nose into.

It triggers a few coughs that Bucky desperately tries to mute, not wanting Sam to hear it. He flushes the paper and goes back out to Sam, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he sees Sam stirring something in a pot.

“Soup,” Sam explains when he catches the questioning frown on Bucky’s face. “Thought it seemed fitting,” he adds and glances out at the steadily increasing layer of snow.

They eat at the small table in the kitchen. The soup tastes nice, from what Bucky can taste, anyway, especially considering it was from a can and not homemade like his Ma used to make it. Maybe it’s because Sam made it that Bucky likes it. Not that he says that out loud.

Bucky offers to clean the dishes, but Sam insists he’ll do it himself.

“Can’t blame me for not doing anything if you won’t let me help you,” Bucky says, earning a small grin from Sam.

“I like doing dishes,” Sam says. “It’s domestic. Simple… you’ll just owe me a favor instead.” Sam smirks at him with a mischievous glance. Bucky’s breath catches at the twinkle in his eyes. They’re beautiful; a rich chocolate color, full of depths and warmth and life.

Bucky shakes himself out of the trance. Get a grip, Barnes.

He rolls his eyes at Sam instead and snorts. “You wish, Wilson.”

Bucky is amazed at how well he’s managed to conceal how badly this cold is affecting him. By 9 pm, he had a splintering head ache and his nose is completely clogged up. He can’t pronounce his consonants right and trying to avoid words that include n’s and m’s is downright exhausting. When Sam suggests that they head to bed, Bucky is both relieved and absolutely terrified.

“I’ll just take the couch,” Bucky says stiffly. He doesn’t want to sleep on the sofa, he really doesn’t, but an aching back is better than having Sam listen to him sniffle and sneeze and cough throughout the entire night.

Sam glares at him with crossed arms. “We both know you’re never going to fall asleep on that thing,” Sam states. “The bed’s big enough for both of us.”

Bucky swallows around nothing. His throat’s dry, and it’s not just because of his cold.

“C’mon,” Sam says and waves towards the bedroom.

Bucky hesitates, but it’ll seem even more suspicious if he keeps refusing to sleep in an actual bed instead of a 40-inch wide sofa.

“Which side do you want?” Sam asks, looking over the bed.

“Doesn’t matter,” Bucky mutters and goes to the left side of the bed when Sam moves for the right.

They pull out their sleepwear from their bags. Both of them brought a pair of sweatpants, but Bucky took an old henley while Sam chose a plain t-shirt that’s slightly too small for him. He looks sinfully good in it, according to Bucky.

“Do you want to use the bathroom first or?”

“Uh… no. No, you can go first,” Bucky answers and begins pulling off his jeans and shuffles into his sweats when Sam nods and leaves through the door.

When Sam’s out of sight, Bucky sighs and buries his face is his hands. This is going to be a nightmare. Maybe he’ll be able to sneak out of the bed room later, but Sam has to fall asleep before he can do that. On top of that, a tingling sensation is beginning to build at the back of Bucky’s nose. He tries pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing his septum against his shoulder to impede the tickle, but it lingers, unable to fully disappear or even just coax it out. He sighs again, in frustration.

“Tired?”

Bucky’s head snaps up; he hadn’t seen nor heard Sam entering the bedroom. “Um, y-yeah… I guess.”

“Me too… the bathroom’s all yours.”

Bucky mumbles a quiet thanks and goes to brush his teeth. He tries blowing his nose, but that doesn’t rid the persistent itch either.

When he comes back into the bedroom, Sam’s tucked up under the covers, arms behind his head as he stares at Bucky when he walks through the door.

“Stop staring at me,” Bucky grumbles, “it’s creepy.”

“Sorry,” Sam laughs.

Bucky feels a mixture of disappointment and ease when Sam does look away. Bucky likes when he Sam looks at him, even though he blushes like a school girl when they gain eye contact. He just always looks so happy, a wide smile plastered on his face and that characteristic shimmer in his eyes. But Bucky wants that to be for him, because of him, and that’s… that’s not the case. Instead, it makes him feel sad, knowing that there’s a reason behind that smile that isn’t Bucky.

Bucky shifts as he gets under the covers, being careful not to touch Sam as he lays down, but even though bed fits both of them, it’s not big enough for them to be sprawled out without touching each other. Bucky turns his back towards Sam, who’s still lying on his back, looking towards the ceiling.

“Night, Buck,” Sam says, a casts a glance at the back of Bucky’s head, the long brown hair falling loosely onto the pillow.

“Night, Sam,” Bucky echoes.

They lie in silence for a while, and Bucky thinks that he might just me able to fall asleep, but of course, because he’s just that lucky, the tingle in his nose flares up again. He tries to stop it by wrinkling his nose, pushing his knuckles against it, even pinching it shut, but it’s still there, becoming more intense with every passing second.

Soon enough, he draws in a breath, grabs a handful of the duvet and crushes his face into it, stifling the sneezes to make them as quiet as possible.

“ng’tCHh! HNgx!”

Bucky’s body jerks slightly with the sneezes, and it feels horrible holding them in like that. He always gets super congested when he’s sick, which makes his sneezes really strong and stuffy. He gives an experimental sniff and exhales warily.

“Huh?”

Bucky stiffens. Shit. “What?” He asks, feigning ignorance.

“Nothing,” Sam says. “Thought you said something.”

A couple of minutes pass before the tickle resurfaces. Bucky tries with every inch of energy he has left to swallow the itch, but he already knows it’s futile.

“hngxt! h-h-H’tsngshh!”

He stifles the first one successfully, but the second one slips a the end.

“Was that a sneeze?” Sam asks and Bucky is mentally slapping himself.

“Ndo,” he lies, but it sounds unconvincing, even to him. It doesn’t help that a sudden sneeze creeps up on him before he gets a chance to react, either. “hh’ttsch!”

“Bless you,” Sam says, his voice soft.

“Sorry,” Bucky sighs, and now that he’s already blown his cover, he might as well just give up. “snffSNFF! Than’gks.”

“Are you sick?” Sam asks and now he just sounds concerned. He’s propped up on his elbow, a hand placed on Bucky’s shoulder. It feels nice, so nice, when Sam touches him like this, softly, naturally, because Sam’s always been a very tactile person, and Bucky would be lying if he said he didn’t spend hours thinking about all the small touches they share, like when he pats him on the shoulder after a mission, or when their fingers brush when they both reach for the coffee pot.

And apparently, Bucky has these masochistic tendencies, because he think about Sam all the time, even when he’s not right here, and it’s killing him. And Bucky’s selfish, because even just the the thought of Sam touching someone else like this makes him furious, makes his face burn with unjustified anger.

“Ndo, I’m fi—“ Bucky tries to answer, but he’s cut off by a harsh coughing fit. Sam winces and squeezes his shoulder.

“Buck,” he murmurs, voice impossibly softer.

“I’m okay,” Bucky assures. “Just a cold.”

Sam hums and lays back down. After a few minutes, when Bucky thinks Sam’s fallen asleep, Sam suddenly says, “Is it just me or is it really cold in here?”

“Uh… I think it’s just you.”

Sam hums, but he shivers violently. Bucky hears him draw in a breath, but he hesitates and it’s only after a few seconds of a pregnant silence that Sam speaks. “You remember that favor you owed me? For doing the dishes,” Sam clarifies, and Bucky huffs a laugh.

“I owe you ndo such thidng. snff! But sure, what about it?”

“Can I, maybe, cash it in now?” Sam’s voice sounds uncertain all of a sudden.

“What is it?”

“Warm me up? Please?”

Bucky freezes and it’s like his brain has short-circuited. “Uh… y-yeah— I mean… okay. Sure,” Bucky manages, and Sam quickly scoots closer to Bucky, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s middle and places his face in the crooks of Bucky’s neck.

“Mhmm,” Sam sighs contentedly. “’S nice.”

Bucky doesn’t know how to answer other than nod and follow Sam’s lead, hugging the smaller man closer to him. “Are you sure about this?” Bucky hears himself ask, just because he can’t let himself have anything good. “I mean, I’m kinda sick.”

He waits for Sam to withdraw himself from his grasp, but contrary to Bucky’s beliefs, Sam snuggles in closer, nosing his face into the long, dark hair, lips brushing against his jaw.

“I don’t care… I’ll take care of you,” Sam whispers, and warmth pools in Bucky’s chest, fluttering with happiness and affection. He wants to tell Sam how he feels, right this second, but there’s too many things to say, and he doesn’t know where to start, and… and then Sam’s breath evens out.

Bucky exhales. He’ll tell him everything tomorrow. Tonight, he’ll just enjoy the closeness of Sam, how perfect this moment is. Maybe a cabin in the middle of nowhere with only one bed was exactly what Bucky needed.

#my fic #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #I love these two #and I can’t wait for TFAWS #🥺🥺🥺#ask box #they’re both pining so hard your honour #let them be happy

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itsjustwinterfalcon · 4 years

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I am gone. I am dead. I am transcending to another universe

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfaws #i am screaming #finally some good fucking content #i can’t wait

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chaos-mybeloved · 4 years

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Everyone shut up this is the only thing I’ll be thinking about until it comes out

Head full thoughts of

Sam Wilson’s wings

Sharon Carter kicking ass

Bucky

The sambucky banter

Sam Wilson

Sam Wilson and the shield

Sam Wilson

#tfaws #Sam Wilson supremacy #if you can’t tell #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain my captain #this show is going to become my entire personality and I can’t wait

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irontinystar · 4 years

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can’t believe I’m excited for something new again I’m so happy rn please sir Anthony and please sir Sebastian don’t let me down I’m rooting for you😔

#can’t wait for the 19th #I ramble #tfaws #sambucky

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real-jane · 3 years

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You Bring Me Home

[tfaws!Bucky Barnes x reader]

Based on: Sweet Creature by Harry Styles

Words: 2,880

A/N: written for @samthemarvelfan and her Scenes From a Song Challenge :) congrats on your 1k mark, Sam!!! SO exciting! Enjoy some domesticity for tfaws!Bucky and his girl. (This is legitimately one of my favorite songs--the first time I heard it, it was two am and I was fresh off a breakup. A perfect song, really.)

like what I do? buy me a coffee on ko-fi. :)

The moment he first sees her, an ache blooms in his chest like heartsickness.

First, she is a lip worried between teeth, seen through a coffee shop window. Then, she is the last blueberry muffin on a day he craves such a thing, two orders ahead of him. A latte confused for his. A door held open because his hands are full. She isn’t a person for a long time, just a spectre which bends reality around him.

Until she speaks to him.

“I’m so sorry if this is weird, but–I see you here every day. It just seems awkward not to look you in the eye and say ‘hello’ when I do. So. Hello!”

She is the sweetest creature, and his therapist warns him against comparing her to a cosmic force, but… how else is Bucky supposed to describe how it feels to have someone so kind look him in the eye? And smile? The next time he sees her, he initiates, just as he catches the door with his elbow to let her out of the shop. It gets worse, the ache, once he knows her name.

“It’s Bucky. Just to… make it less awkward.”

“Hey, Bucky. It’s Y/n. Nice to put a name to the stranger.”

“We’re friends already.”

“Are we? Well. Remind me next time I’m ahead of you in line, and I’ll grab your coffee.”

“Likewise. Y/n.”

“Same time tomorrow, Bucky?”

“I’d like that.”

And she smiles.

Bucky spends four whole minutes of that Tuesday staring down the street, long after her head disappears into the crowd, careless of the coffee drizzling from his tipped cup. She never makes it to the coffee shop before him, after that.

The house where Bucky lets his dreams blossom is built on the foundation of a routine, in which he pays for her coffee every morning (after needling the barista, and trying to convince her that he isn’t being creepy, it’s just a nice gesture he’s trying to do, and if she ever seems creeped out by it, he’ll stop, but maybe just today she, the benevolent barista, can let him in on Y/n’s order… the barista doesn’t give it to him, but she knows Y/n, because Y/n knows no strangers, so she punches in the order along with his large black coffee).

The walls are built from the thank you, which Y/n manages to say with a surprised tone, like she doesn’t catch on after a week of him tapping his toe at the hand-off counter, as she enters–her coffee already in his hand–that he’s too persistent to let her win.

The roof takes longer to fashion, from little moments of investment in his own bravery: Have a few minutes to sit? Can’t believe it’s snowing in April. I switched to decaf on weekdays. Train was late this morning; I can't wait until the construction is done.

Before he knows it… she starts feeling like home. He knows he’s in trouble when she laughs at something he didn’t even mean to be funny.

But the home of her–the heart of him–is furnished with her concern, the day he comes back after an unforeseen mission rips him from the city for two weeks. A flurry of relief collides with his chest two full blocks from the coffee shop upon his return, and it’s accompanied by “Oh my god. I kept seeing your face pop up on the news. I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Bucky freezes on the spot. What he wants to tell her at that moment is I kept thinking about you. I got through it, because the thought of never seeing you again was worse than dying. And I don’t even have your phone number.

She tucks her arm through the crook of his elbow and pulls him into their shop, and that afternoon, Bucky tells a woman he simultaneously knows better than anyone and isn’t acquainted with at all about what he really does with himself. Worst of all… she is so damned sweet.

“Are you okay, Bucky? Please, you don’t have to sugarcoat it with me.”

He shakes his head. He isn’t. And it’s hard to tell her why, because how do you really articulate the ache of a life that was mostly stolen away? He feels like a teenager sitting there, shoulder to shoulder at the table against the window. She slides her phone over to him with the top portion of a contact card already filled in:

Sweet Coffee Guy

He types in his phone number before he can let his therapist’s concerns filter in, and instead rebuilds his heartache on the realization that she thinks he’s sweet.

“When it’s all a lot? I’m a text away. Or a train ride. Or… just, whatever you need.”

Bucky just stares. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

“Maybe I got a lot I’m carryin’, doll.”

“You can text me nice things too.”

“You always been this stubborn?”

“I think that’s you, blue eyes. Unless you don’t ever wanna see me outside this coffee shop–”

“Did I say that? Don’t remember sayin’ that. Never would say anything that preposterous.”

“Okay, then.”

“Okay.”

She bites her lip, but she doesn’t break eye-contact, tilting her head. “You’re the best part of my day. It would be nice if that wasn’t limited to morning coffee.”

“Oh. Yeah?” He blushes, because she’s bold and she’s playing at the snap on the back of his glove, and because he lives here now–this hopeful place, centered around this woman he never expected. She sends him a text so he has her number, too.

Here I am. :)

Nice things.

She cackles, and Bucky’s so victorious over making her laugh that he knocks over his coffee into his own lap, and all she does is hop up and ask for a rag at the counter.

***

One year on.

She is patient with him. She has her limits. The arguing always stops before bed, and she always slips in beside him like she hasn’t been begging him not to go again, especially after last time, and pulls his head into the crook of her shoulder, and…

“I know it’s hard,” she says softly. “But… I’m worried you’re not gonna come home alive, one of these days.”

He sighs. He has no retort for that. But he turns his lips into her skin anyway, and tries to conjure any acceptable thing to placate her, for now. “You…”

“Hmm?”

Bucky closes his eyes. There’s only one thing to say, isn’t there? “I’ll talk to Sam.”

“…you’re serious?”

“You just got done tellin’ me all about it–”

“Okay, okay. Just… if you’re really gonna talk to him–”

“I’m sayin’ I will.”

“Make sure you’re giving him a reason that doesn’t come out like ‘my girlfriend is nagging me.’”

“That’s not what you’re doing?”

Her laugh makes his head bounce from her shoulder, but she kisses his temple. “Excuse me for loving–”

Bucky winces. “Don’t say that. You don’t.”

“Why won’t you let me tell you how I feel about you?”

“Doll–you’ve been cleaning up after me for a year, and I don’t want–”

“Stop. Get up.”

“What–why?”

She smacks the flat of her palm against his skin. “I wanna argue with you, but I’m not doing it in the same place you give me orgasms.”

“Sounds like foreplay to me.”

“James Barnes! Get up. Get your big head off of me.” She hops out of bed, swipes his own t-shirt from his fingers, and pulls it on… leaving Bucky to watch her stomp out the door. “Come here so I can be mad at you!” Her voice carries down the length of the apartment.

Bucky follows in his flannel sleep pants. Dreading what is to come. He finds her in the kitchen, butter knife in hand, standing watchfully in front of the toaster.

“Do you know what drives me crazy about you?”

“I’m sure you’ve got a list,” he chuckles, leaning against the counter.

“You are so comfortable being hurt,” she says softly. “You always smile a little sweeter at me when you’ve got a big gash in your eyebrow.”

“Are you regretting asking for ‘Sweet Coffee Guy’s’ number?”

She wheels around, knife pointed at him. “Don’t. I want you to close that pretty mouth and listen to me. Can you do that?” She raises an eyebrow when he doesn’t say anything, and shoves him towards the little kitchen table to sit. For just a minute she freezes, and her gaze flicks down to his bare chest. “You couldn’t put on a shirt?”

“Somebody took the one I was gonna wear,” he smirks.

“God. I’m gonna have to be serious when I can see your nipples.”

“Take yours off? Then we’ll be even–”

“Bucky!” She turns back to the toaster, only because it springs up again. She angrily spreads peanut butter on each slice and plonks the plate down in front of him. “Here.”

“...is this part of the punishment, or–”

“You turning down a snack when I can hear your stomach growling from here?”

“Jeeze, okay.” Bucky takes a bite of the aggressive toast.

“Why did you agree to any of this?” She asks gently, while she has the thought on the forefront of her mind. “Why’d you move in with me? Hell, why’d you give me your phone number?”

Bucky blinked. “Um. Because… I like being with you.”

“You do. That’s good to know. Because every time Sam calls, you run head-first into danger like you have nothing left to live for, and it’s got me feeling like I don’t matter to you.” She hikes herself up on the counter and leans back against the cabinet. “If that’s the case, shit. Tell me now, Bucky. I’m a big girl, and it will hurt like hell to hear you say it outta those lips I can’t stop kissing, but as far as I’m concerned… I’ll be okay.”

Bucky’s heart drops into his feet. “Doll… fuck.”

She nods once. “I mean… can you blame me? You have no fucking self-preservation. You don’t give two thoughts to how I’ll feel when you come home bleeding. Do you… want to come home, or are you just waiting for the right mission to take you out?”

“Baby–”

“And if that’s the case, where does that leave me?”

Bucky is on his feet and between her knees before he can even digest what she’s insinuating. “No. No–doll, God. I…I don’t know.” His hands hover on either side of her face, but he doesn’t want to touch her unless she’ll let him. She leans into the touch of vibranium, and Bucky pulls her closer so he can kiss her forehead.

“Why won’t you let yourself have good things?” The question cuts like a knife between the ribs.

“Because–” he stops, as if he actually has any number of decent reasons why he won’t just think before taking the most dangerous jobs. “You know, I… don’t use guns anymore,” he murmurs against her skin. “Or knives. In a pinch, I’ll disarm whoever is attacking me and use their weapon against ‘em, but… I don’t let myself have anything, doll.”

“Why?”

Bucky looks her in the eye, jaw clenched. “Because then I’m not him.”

She smooths the pads of her fingers along the scarred skin where metal connects with tissue. “Know what would really set you apart from him?”

Bucky sighs, prepared for her to dress him down more–make him feel even dumber than he feels now, with his heart in his feet. But she kisses the corner of his mouth.

“If you defend yourself. With tools proportional to the job at hand, instead of just your fists and prayer.”

“I’m agnostic,” he deadpans.

She wrinkles her nose. “You know what I meant.”

“You gotta understand… When we’re out there, it just feels like… the most important thing I gotta do is stop whatever is going on, and do as little harm as possible. If Sam and I both can walk onto the jet, I consider it a success.”

“Carrying a gun to protect yourself doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“I know,” he sighs.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Don’t believe me?”

She shakes her head. “Sorry.”

“No, no. I’m… I’m sorry I keep comin’ back to you all battered up.``

“I’ll clean your wounds every time, even if I hate it. Thank god you heal like a lizard. But this is your home. For as long as you want it, Bucky. And stopping me from saying that I love you does not jeopardize that, but it does hurt my feelings.”

“Humor me?” he says softly. “Why in God’s name would you?”

“Love you?” She hugs her arms around his waist and nods. “You’re always anticipating me. You pick up a new bag of my coffee the moment the beans hit the halfway mark in the jar. You drop your hoodie on my head before I even realize I’m cold. You clean up dinner while I’m cooking it so there’s no work when it’s done. Buck–you are so gentle with me that my mom still asks me how it’s possible that I found you in a coffee shop in Brooklyn, and not like… in a pet store, cuddling a litter of kittens. You are sweet to me, even when you’re grumpy. And even though I know that you’re in pain a lot of the time, you don’t take it out on me, so. Kinda easy to love you, despite what you think. Generally speaking, you don’t have a fucking leg to stand on.”

She smiles, even as Bucky’s chin drops to his chest. Her lips find his brow. “You don’t have to stop the work you’re doing, I know you’re saving the world or whatever.” He huffs a laugh. “It’s not fair for me to ask you to quit.”

“I would. If you asked.”

“You would?”

He nods. “Torres has been lookin’ to get in on more jobs, so Sam won’t be alone. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself, but. I’ll find something that doesn’t make you worry.”

“I have a bigger dream for you.”

“I’m not running for President,” he says flippantly.

She pokes him in the side. “Your talent for trying to keep this conversation from being too serious is admirable, but obnoxious.”

He shrugs, but rubs her back apologetically. “Go on.”

“I don’t care if you just play chess every day in Central Park, if you find some peace.”

Bucky can’t help but smile. “That sounds nice. I gotta set you straight about somethin’, though.”

“Okay?”

Bucky leans against the counter, bracing his hands on either side of her hips to cage her in. He kisses her cheek, and then stares at the spanse of skin on her shoulder which is exposed by the shirt collar falling to one side.

“You think I don’t think about you. On jobs.” He shakes his head slowly. “Honey… since the day I met you, the one thing that drags me back again is the thought of never seeing you again. It’s the most selfish I ever let myself get. Even that first job after we met–the one all over the news, with Sam catching that truck–I just kept seeing your face in my head. I never considered that you were thinking about me too, I own that. But. I’m glad I didn’t, in a way, because if I had thought it was possible to have someone who… loves me… waiting for me at home, I probably would’ve run the other direction the moment you first talked to me. The fact that I’m here at all is kinda a miracle, as my therapist likes to remind me.”

“I’m insidious, that way.” She presses her hand over his heart. Bucky covers her fingers, curling them into his palm.

“I know it’s been hard bein’ with me–”

“Bucky–”

“Let me get it out.” He clears his throat. “I know it’s hard. I do all those things you mentioned without really thinkin’ about it, because it’s really easy to want the pretty girl who shares a bed with me to be comfy, so. Now that I know. About the rest of it. I’m gonna try to remember that.”

“Your wellbeing affects mine. Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re gonna find you some peace, handsome.” She slides her lips between his and hums, nuzzling him. “I love you, ok?”

“I, um. It might take me a while. On the… emotions side of things.”

She smiles so sweetly that the corners of her eyes crinkle. “You don’t have to say it back, but. You can show me.”

“Okay. I can do that… How, though–?”

Her head bumps against the cabinet softly as she rolls her eyes. Bucky’s hands fall to her thighs, squeezing gently. “I’m sorry–”

“Eat your toast. You can start there,” she says with an exasperated smile pulling at her dimples. “And then you’re gonna carry me down the hall, to our bed, and you’re gonna get creative.”

Bucky slides his hands up her legs to watch her eyelids flutter, grinning as her lip disappears between her teeth when his fingers curl beneath her ass. “And that’ll be enough?”

“They don’t call it ‘making love’ for nothing,” she whispers.

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Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home You'll bring me home

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First Aid

Summary: You give Bucky basic first aid, and he gets emotional.

Warnings: tiny bit of blood, tiny injury, tiny angst, mostly fluff

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Prompt: "Is that my shirt?"

Warnings: reader is sick (flu or cold), fluff

Warning Sign

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Prompt: “You’re not as bad as everyone says you are”

Warnings: Angsty, a look at bucky’s internal turmoil, they’re going through it, descriptions of the aftermath of the nefarious things bucky has to do but nothing too descriptive, buckys really sad in this one i’m sorry

TFAWS!Bucky x hairdresser!Reader ❂︎

Prompt: "stop staring." / "i can't, you're so pretty like this"

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY, unprotected vaginal sex, buckys dirty talk

Wedding Bells ♡︎ ☽︎

Summary: Bucky was invited to your wedding, but not as the groom.

Warnings: angst, fluff, Bucky hopelessly in love

Scar Tissue

Summary: Bucky discovers you’ve been hiding some scars, (Requested)

Warnings: Canon level violence, scars, blood, injuries

Personal Ghost

Summary: After the snap, Bucky haunts you. But what happens when everyone is snapped back?

Warnings: Angst, death, grief, happy ending I promise

Double Pink Lines

Summary: Telling Bucky you’re pregnant doesn’t go the way you’d hoped it would. (Requested)

Warnings: little bit o’angst, anxiety, pregnancy, fluff

Trick-or-Treat

Summary: Yours and Bucky’s son doesn’t want to dress up as Bucky for Halloween. (Requested)

For You ♡︎ ✧︎

Summary: Bucky is in love with you, but that will have to wait until after he saves you.

Warnings: heavy angst, canon level injuries, mentions of blood, anxiety, happy ending I promise my loves

My Honey

Summary: Months after ending things with you, a phone call wakes Bucky in the middle of the night, and he has to have a conversation that digs up all his bottled emotions.

Warnings: heavy angst, crying, curse words, emotions

Sticky Notes ︎☽︎

Summary: Returning from a mission is Bucky’s favorite part of his day, because you’re there to welcome him home. But what happens when it’s in the middle of the night and you’re already asleep?

Warnings: small mention of blood (no description though), no other warnings really, just fluffiness

A/N: This one shot is for a writing challenge

Peonies and Guitar Strings

Summary: Growing up, you and Bucky were best friends, but growing up and following dreams can be difficult.

Warnings: Angst, tears, reader pushing Bucky towards his dreams even though it hurts

A/N: This one shot was for a writing challenge, could potentially have a part 2 in the future.

Spice Jars

Summary: Bucky reminisces on your life together, and how far you two have come.

Warnings: none really, it’s mainly a giant fluffy one-shot, with a tiny bit of angst thrown in as a memory.

A/N: This one shot is for a writing challenge

Biker!Bucky x tattooed!reader

Summary: a flirty staring contest - drabble request <3

“It’s okay to break.”

Summary: a drabble request <3

Warnings: slight angst

Gentle Kisses ☽︎

Summary: gentle kisses with Bucky - a drabble request <3

Warnings: Bucky in love (that’s a warning), gets a lil spicy at the end

Confronting Lies

Based off the prompt: “You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right.”

Warnings: swearing, angst, readers story is tragic - sorry, minor character death mention, crying, yelling, truth coming to light, mentions of abuse (not from bucky). It does have a somewhat happy ending because I can't not kind of fix things at the end lol

Love Bites ❂︎ ♡︎

Based off the Prompts: “Keep your pretty eyes on me.”/”You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HEAVY DUBCON , smut, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), blood, vampire feeding, it's kinda dark tbh, use of mind control (if i miss any please let me know so i can add it <3)

Replace Me

Summary: Bucky’s parties were nothing new, you stick near him and you stay safe. You listen and you stay safe. But sometimes, the room gets too stuffy and people’s not so secretive mumbling about you gets to your head. So you don’t listen, you step away. And you soon realize how big of a fool you are.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions/descriptions of past sex, mentions of blood drinking, it’s vampires, violence against reader (not by Bucky), angst, happy ending I promise

Now or Never ❂︎ ✧︎

Summary: Based off the prompts "You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart." for my milestone event, requested by nonnie.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, mentions of a bad date, explicit p in v sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, swearing, bucky talks a lot in bed, weed and alcohol consumption. (if I missed any, please let me know)

Little Schemer ❂︎

Summary: Secrets got Bucky into trouble with you, but he'll never do it again, if you'll give him another chance. This is for the drabble request "choose me" & "let me hear you make that sound again" <3

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, angst, secrets were kept (no cheating, i promise), emotions, smut, p in v smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), spanking, slight bdsm, bordering overstimulation, some aftercare.

All Art is Erotic ♡︎ ❂︎

Pairing: Bartender!Neighbor!Bucky x college!artist!reader (intended female reader)

Summary: A horrible date and forgetting your keys lands you in the hands of your handsome neighbor who is more than willing to lend a helping hand.

Stromatolite | Without a Doubt

Summary: The first time Bucky sees you, the world stands still. + A first date blurb

Sundaes and Barbecues ♡ ☽︎ ︎ | This is Home ❂︎

Summary: After moving back to your home town, you run into the one person you weren’t prepared for.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of past abuse (mental, manipulation), fluff

The Blade and the Crown ❂︎

Summary: Sir James Barnes has served at your side for over five years. For five years, he’s silently adored you from behind his metal armor. But what would happen if he could no longer keep it a secret from you? Could you possibly harbor similar affections for him? Afterall, he’s just a knight - you’re the queen.

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, katoptronophilia, emotions???. Each part has its own warnings.

Keep Your Eyes on Me ❂︎ ✧︎ | Addicted ❂︎

Summary: You know it’s wrong, and so does Bucky. He’s your dads best friend and knows that he shouldn’t be attracted to you like he is, but that doesn’t stop him.

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY, car sex, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f recieving) slight exhibitionism, fingering, edging, Bucky is a menace okay?

Hiding in the Shadows (RoyaltyAU) - On Hold

Summary: You were destined to marry the prince of the neighboring kingdom, but some people will do anything to keep that from happening.

Something Domestic (Modern/RanchAU) ✧︎ ♡︎- Complete

Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

In My Dreams - Incomplete

Summary: Looking for something to aide his sleepless nights, Bucky searches for you, the dream witch of New York. You're known for helping vets with PTSD have terrorless nights and being a home to the gifted mutants of the city. What Bucky didn't expect, was for you to be so captivating, or for him to open up to easily around you.

Moodboard, and main dividers by me.

Bottom divider: @whimsicalrogers

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Give Me A Reason to Stay (b.b.)

Summary: the battle is over, you can finally breathe. but will bucky give you a reason to stay with him in Louisiana?

AN: inspired by the finale of tfaws! so potential spoilers and obvs i’m gonna include some angst (stark!reader)

You finally caught a moment to breathe after what felt like years of fighting. After so long of going from one disaster to the next, you could finally stop and pause. Actually enjoy life for once.

Since your father died, you never stopped moving. Being CFO of Stark Industries, helping Wanda escape the authorities after her grief induced episode and then Sam and Bucky called you for help. It never seemed to stop.

But, after Karli died and the rest of the Flag Smashers gone, you could take your well deserved pause. At least for a little while before your inherited work called.

Sam invited you to come to his home town in Louisiana for a celebration of sorts and you couldn’t say no. Him telling you that Bucky was going to be there was also a selling point.

You and Bucky had a complicated history. You helped Sam and Steve stop him and HYDRA and then went on the manhunt for him. Even after finding out he killed your grandparents, you were still there. You understood that it wasn’t Bucky’s mind, just his body. You were there in Wakanda and helped set him free from his trigger words.

But nothing ever progressed from the stolen looks, the longing glances and the quick touches. The amount of times Bucky Barnes saved your life and threatened others who tried to hurt you, you thought he felt something for you. But the nagging feeling in the back of your head told you that you were wrong.

At the celebration, the many neighborhood kids were gathered around you as you created stars in your hands, almost like your own personal galaxy. The kids thought it was magic and you rather liked that perspective on your powers.

Bucky and Sam were talking with Sarah and some other neighbors but Bucky couldn’t focus on the conversation when he was too busy watching you.

Your smile was so wide that he thought it could light up a city block. You looked genuinely happy, a look he hadn’t seen on you in a long time. It was refreshing and your happiness made him happy.

“You’re being creepy.” Sam commented, nudging the super soldier. “What?” Bucky asked. “You’re staring.” Sam said. “I-I was not staring.” He stammered. “You so were. Just tell her how you feel already. I can assure you she feels the same way.” Sam told him. “I can’t just tell her.” Bucky rebutted. “Yes, yes you can. What are you afraid of?” Sam asked.

The 106 year-old man paused for a moment as he continued to stare at you. “I can’t be the one that causes her more pain.” He said. Sam furrowed his eyebrows at Bucky’s answer. “She’s been through too much already. Losing Natasha, watching her father die, the nightmares she has. I’m not back to myself yet and I can’t cause her anymore pain.” Bucky explained.

The conversation was cut short when you approached the two men. “I’m so sorry, Sam. Pepper just called and said the donors are pulling out of the eco-friendly power source project we’re working on. She needs my help fixing it.” You told them.

“Do you really have to go?” Sam asked. “Unfortunately. Pepper says she can do it on her own, she did it before I was old enough but since my name is still attached to the company, I have to go. Board meeting at 9 tomorrow.” You explained. “I’ll go grab Sarah, she’s going to insist on giving you leftovers to take.” Sam said, giving you a nice smile.

You turned to Bucky who was very quiet since you walked over. “So, you’re really going back?” He asked you. “Yeah. Unless you give me a reason to stay.” You answered honestly. And rather boldly.

Bucky wanted to say something so bad. He wanted to tell you that he loved you and wanted you to stay with him there but the words didn’t come out. And if he was already feeling bad before, the look on your face broke his heart.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, a small head nod before you walked away from him. He watched as you slapped a fake smile on, say goodbye to Sarah and Sam before leaving the party rather quickly.

“What the happened with Y/N?” Sarah asked approaching Bucky. “Nothing. She just had to go.” Bucky lied. Sam saw right through it obviously. Something had happened between you and Bucky and he was determined to find out and play cupid.

“What really happened?” Sam asked. “She asked me to give her a reason to stay. And I didn’t say anything.” Bucky answered. “Come on, man. You love her, she loves you. Y/N wouldn’t give you the time of day if she couldn’t handle your baggage. You need each other more than you want to admit, Buck.” Sam said.

Bucky sighed and cursed himself for letting you go. “Okay, what do I do?” He asked. “Go to New York. Pull a rom-com move and crash that board meeting and tell her that you love her.” Sam answered.

And Bucky did just that. He got on the first flight to New York and came up with a whole speech in his head for what he was going to say to you.

He made it at the nick of time and was surprised he still had security clearance to the building. When he arrived to the correct floor, he saw Pepper standing in the hallway.

“Bucky, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She said to him. “Where’s Y/N? I need to talk to her.” Bucky said. “She’s in the conference room, preparing for the meeting.” Pepper answered.

Bucky practically ran to the conference room and almost broke down the door.

“B-Bucky?” You questioned. “I love you, Y/N. You asked me to give you a reason to stay and I was scared. Scared that I’d cause you more pain and you don’t deserve that after what you’ve been through. But I can’t deny that I love you anymore.” Bucky confessed.

You were at a loss for words, not really expecting a love confession from Bucky Barnes. “You love me?” You questioned quietly. “Yes. I love you.” He said. “Come back to Louisiana with me. We can start over, have the life we both deserve. Or, I can come back here and you can still help Pepper run Stark Industries. I don’t care as long as I get a chance at a life with you.” Bucky added.

“You really mean that?” You asked. “I really do mean that.” He answered. He watched you intently as you processed everything Bucky had just told you.

You looked down at your presentation notes before you picked them up and folded the papers in half. “Friday, can you bring Pepper into the conference room please?” You asked the AI. “Of course, Ms. Stark.” It said.

You and Bucky waited in a tension filled silence when the door opened. “What’s going on?” Pepper asked. “I think it’s time I sign those papers.” You told her.

Pepper smiled widely at you, happy that you were choosing yourself over the company for once. “It’s about time.” She commented. “I’ll go get them drawn up.” She added before leaving the room.

“Wait what papers?” Bucky asked. “I’m giving every aspect of the company to Pepper. I’ll no longer be listed as an executive for Stark Industries. Which means, I can go anywhere I want for as long as I want.” You explained.

“You mean-“ Bucky started. “I’m going to Louisiana with you. For however long you’ll have me.” You interjected. Bucky laughed lightly as he made his way over to you, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply.

It was a feeling you both had been waiting for and it was one that was definitely worth the wait. You had been putting off your personal life out of fear it wouldn’t work but now you just wanted to be with each other. No matter what happens down the line.

“And if it wasn’t obvious, I love you too.” You said once you parted. “I’d hope so, doll.” Bucky replied.

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You and Bucky approached the large gathering of people with food in your hands, saying your hellos and giving out hugs and handshakes.

“There you two are! I was wondering if you’d ever show!” Sam scolded you two. “What do you expect? We’re newlyweds.” You laughed. “And it’s about damn time it happened too.” Sarah commented.

You sat down at the picnic table, Bucky resting his flesh hand on your thigh. You stared down at the ring on your finger quite fondly and thought of your dad. Hoping he’d be proud of letting the company go three years ago and living your life to its fullest.

“Aunt Y/N! Can we see the stars again?” Cass asked with all of his friends behind him. “Can’t say no to a future leading astronomer now can I?” You teased the boy. You got up from the table and stood a few feet away, creating the stars with your hands like you had years prior.

Again, Bucky watched you fondly but this time he wasn’t pining after you, hoping he’d build the courage to tell you how he felt. He was watching you as his wife and as his future.

“You really do love her, don’t you?” Sam asked. “Yeah. I really do.” Bucky answered, a smile adorning his face. “You’re going to be amazing parents.” Sarah added. “Parents?” Bucky questioned. “Oh no she hasn’t told you yet.” Sarah said, standing up from the table.

“Is Y/N,” Bucky started. “Am I what?” You asked. Bucky turned to you and rose from his seat so he could stand eye to eye with you. “Are you pregnant?” He asked.

You looked behind him and glared at Sarah before staring back at Bucky. “Yeah, yeah I am. You’re gonna be dad James Bucky Barnes.” You told him with a watery smile.

Just the thought of bringing a child into the world with Bucky made you more emotional than you thought possible.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” Bucky questioned. You nodded your head and Bucky scooped you up in his arms and if felt like everything was falling into place.

After 109 years of not having an ounce of peace or feeling as if he was a monster and a burden, he was getting the life he had always dreamed of. And he got to do it all with you.

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Belong to You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Avenger! Reader (based on TFAWS)

Summary: When you are tasked with flirting with other men at Sharon’s party to get information about the Flag Smashers location, Bucky gets jealous and decides to remind you who you belong to.

Warnings: Smut, 18+, cursing, alcohol, dirty talk

A/N: Wanted to switch it up and post my first smut piece. I suggest listening to “Belong to You” by Sabrina Claudio while reading. You won’t regret it. But, I hope you enjoy and as Sebastian Stan would say, goodnight and good luck!!

You stare in the mirror at the outfit Sharon lent you for the party. It was a major change from what you usually wear, which consisted of a t-shirt, leggings, and combat boots. Tonight though, you were looking at yourself in a tight, black dress that cut off mid-thigh and exposed both your entire chest and back.

“You look great,” Sharon says.

You try to tug the dress down a little more, but to no avail. “It’s a little short, don’t you think?”

Sharon looks at you confused. “No, not at all. You, my friend, are just used to your entire body being covered.”

You sigh. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Tell me again why I have to be the one to flirt with the bidders tonight to get information?”

“Because they all know me and you’re the only other woman we have on this team. Unless, of course, you think we should throw Zemo in there.”

You let out a chuckle. “No, I’m sure that would be drastic.”

Sharon smirks. “Which is exactly why we need you. Now, c’mon, we have information to pry out of these filthy rich bidders.” Sharon grabs your arms and drags you out of the bedroom.

“Now, when you say it like that, I don’t feel so bad” you say.

Sharon looks at you and winks. “Atta girl.”

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Sam is pulling on his shirt as Bucky walks into the room wearing a black suit jacket over a black shirt.

“Well, what do we have here? I never thought I’d see the day where Bucky Barnes is wearing a suit jacket” Sam says.

Bucky grimaces and tugs on the jacket’s sleeves. “Sharon made me wear it.”

Sam comes up to Bucky and pats him on the back. “You’re looking good, tinman.”

A snort comes from the other side of the room, where Zemo is walking towards them. “Neither of you know true fashion.”

“And, you don’t know when to shut up,” Sam says.

Before Zemo gets the chance to respond, the door opens and you walk in with Sharon.

Your eyes immediately lock with Bucky’s and you notice his jaw clench. You can’t help but look him up and down. The tight suit jacket looks so good on him. When you make eye contact with him again, he sends you a smirk. He knows you were just checking him out. And, he is doing the same to you, shamelessly looking at your chest and down your legs. You decide to walk up and sit next to him. He instantly pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around you.

“I don’t like this plan,” he whispers into your ear.

You turn in his lap to look at his face. “It’s just for a couple of hours. We need this information. We have no leads.”

Bucky grunts and turns his head to speak to Sharon. “Tell me again why it needs to be Y/N?”

Sharon rolls her eyes. “We’ve been over this countless times, Bucky. It’ll only be for a couple of hours. One of the bidders here has to have a lead on Karli and her crew. Just try to contain your jealous self until we get the information we need. ”

Zemo speaks up, “She is right. Y/N is our only option right now.”

Bucky shoots Zemo a glare.

“Like I said before, he doesn’t know when to shut up,'' Sam says.

Sharon looks at you. “You ready?”

You feel Bucky's arms tighten around you and give him a quick glance before looking back at Sharon. “Let’s do this.”

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You throw back another shot as the man next to you leans in close.

“Let’s dance, sweetheart,” he says in your ear.

You instantly shudder out of disgust, but turn around to grab his hand and lead him to the dance floor anyway. The man turns you around, so you’re grinding. You close your eyes and let out a long breath. When you reopen them, you see Bucky standing against the wall across the room, staring at you.

“I’m sorry,” you mouth to him.

He continues to just stare at you, as he pulls his beer up to his lips and takes a long swig.

The man behind you pulls you out of your thoughts. “Glad to have your pretty face here with me tonight. Something to keep the funeral out of my mind.”

Your interest piques and you turn your head to look at him. “What funeral?” you ask.

He lets out a sigh. “Mama Donya. Poor thing just passed away a few days ago. It’s tragic. She was such a kind soul.”

You fake astonishment. “Mama Donya? The Mama Donya? That’s horrible! Where is the funeral taking place? I have to go and pay my respects.”

“In the old building on Norfolk,” he responds. “Maybe we can go together.” His grip on your waist tightens.

Now having the information you needed, you decide to find a way out of dancing with this stranger. “I’m feeling really tired all of a sudden. It must be those shots I took earlier. I’m going to find a place to sit down.”

The man grabs your arm. “I’ll go with you.”

Before you can respond, you feel metal touching the skin at the bottom of your back.

“She’s coming with me,” Bucky says, standing behind you.

The man looks at Bucky angrily. “The hell she is. She’s mine, man, back off.”

Bucky’s metal arm is around the man’s throat in seconds. “Get away from her now, before you regret it.”

The man immediately looks at you and scoffs, before walking away.

You turn to look at Bucky. “I had that handled.”

He looks back at you. “I know, but I was tired of watching men put their hands all over you.”

Bucky grabs your hand and starts pulling you off the dance floor, away from the crowd.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer.

You roll your eyes. “You’ll be pleased to know I got the information.”

“I know,” he replies.

“How did you know?” you ask.

He points at his ear. Ah, super soldier hearing.

After a few seconds of walking, you reach a door. Bucky pushes it open and pulls you inside. As soon as you get through the door, you’re pushed up against it, with Bucky right in front of you.

“I think you need a little reminder,” he says, voice lower than before.

You look at him confused. “A reminder of what?” you ask.

His metal hand grabs your throat and he looks deep into your eyes. “Who you fucking belong to.”

You gasp and his mouth is on yours in an instant. You moan into his mouth and he shoves his tongue inside, fighting yours for dominance. The metal hand on your throat runs down to your hip, pushing you further into the door. He pushes his knee in between your legs to separate them.

“Bucky,” you moan, as he slides his hand in your pants and runs his finger over your clit.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asks. His eyes are staring deep into yours, waiting for an answer.

“Yours” you manage to breathe out. “Always yours.”

He slips a finger inside of you. “And, don’t you fucking forget it.”

You throw your head back and moan loudly. “Don’t stop, please” you beg.

“Wouldn’t fucking dream of it, doll. Going to make you scream so loud, everyone is going to hear you.”

Bucky pulls his hand out of your pants and you whimper. Before you can start to beg again though, he pulls off your shirt and attaches his mouth to your left nipple.

“You’re wearing too much” you say.

Bucky looks up at you and steps back to pull off his shirt and pants, then immediately goes back to sucking on your breasts.

You move your hands to his chest, running them down to the top of his pants, before you tug his zipper down.

“Bucky, I need you inside of me. Please.”

Bucky stops his assault on your chest to look up at you. “Your wish is my command, doll. I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

He yanks his boxers down, while you pull your own pants and underwear down impatiently.

He grabs you and picks you up, you wrapping your legs around his waist as he slams you into the door. He’s inside of you in seconds, and you scream from the feeling of him stretching you out.

“Fuck, doll” he grunts out. “You’re so fucking tight. Feel so good wrapped around me.”

He buries his face into your neck and picks up his pace, slamming into you repeatedly.

“I’m not going to last long, Buck.”

Bucky moves his head to look at you. “Good. I want you to cum all over me.”

He slams his mouth onto yours and you moan into him. He runs his metal hand down to rub your clit. “Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”

With the feeling of his fingers on your clit and him thrusting into you, you tighten around him and let go. Bucky reaches his orgasm right after you, spilling inside of you.

Panting heavily, Bucky leans in to give you one more kiss on the lips before pulling out and helping you stand up.

He hands you your clothes and stares at you as he gets dressed.

“What?” you ask.

He shakes his head and smiles. “I just love you, that’s all.”

You smile back at him. “I love you too.”

Before you can say anything else, there’s a sudden knock on the door.

“If you two are done fucking now, hurry up and get dressed so we can leave,” yells Sam on the other side of the door.

You walk up to Bucky and grab his shirt collar. “That’s our cue, lover boy.”

He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers. “After you, doll.”

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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lover is a day

a/n: hi pals !! here is a sort of angsty but fluffy fic inspired by another cuco song ! i cant believe tfaws is over i miss them already :[ lyrics in bold ! srry for any typos </3

buckys mind is racing all the time, you’re there to slow him down

word count: 3.1k

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will you love this part of me?

Bucky tried his damn best to keep you out of the avenging part of his love. He never introduced you to the team, only telling Steve about you and Sam finding out because he stole Buckys phone and you just so happened to call him.

You saw the trends on Twitter, seeing the videos of your boyfriend easily take down seven men in a bar in madripoor. You tried your best to not watch it, knowing he wouldn’t want you to. Curiosity getting the best of you, you clicked the trend, mouth dropping as you saw the way he fought.

His eyes were cold, he moved like it was second nature to him, it was frightening to see how easy it came to him.

You jumped as your phone vibrated, an incoming call from bucky pausing the video. You hesitated before answering, putting on a bright smile and trying to forget what you had just seen.

“hi doll face” Bucky smiled, you heard the thumping of music in the background.

“hi buck, are you at a club?” You questioned, a smile on your face as he let out a sigh, rolling onto his back on the couch he was on.

“I’m at Sharon’s place, she has this whole museum club thing going on” he explained, your eyes wide at the mention of the agent.

“Sharon? like Steve Sharon? Sharon from shield?” You questioned, bucky smiled at your interest, nodding along to your words, quickly replying when he realized you weren’t on FaceTime.

Bucky kept you in the loop, not wanting you to get caught off guard if anything were to happen. He just made sure you were never in danger and no one knew about you, as much as he’d want to shout from the roof just how much he loved you.

“that’s the one, I’ll explain when i get back” he spoke calmly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands as he put you on speaker.

Bucky talked about some movie he wanted to watch, your mind drifting back to the video, your heart thumping in your ears.

“doll?” He asked, his voice echoing in you room.

“what, sorry i got distracted” you replied, trying to play it off. Bucky frowned, his heart sinking at the realization.

“you saw it” he spoke simply, moving to sit up on the couch again, his eyes focusing on the floor.

You wanted to lie, say you had no idea what he was talking about. But you couldn’t, mouth opening only to close seconds later.

“I never wanted you to see that part of me” he spoke, you stayed quiet, letting him talk.

“Doll, I’m not him anymore i promise” he hesisted, “Zemo made me do it and i didn’t think i would- i just im gonna go” he spoke, hanging up quickly, heart heavy.

Furthering my distance from you

Bucky was never the best at speaking his mind, always too caught up in his own thoughts to say what he felt, thinking it never mattered and he should keep to himself.

You texted him right after, telling him to please take care, that you loved him. He didn’t reply.

It wasn’t for another couple days when he came home, entering quietly trying to not wake you up in case you were asleep already.

He set his bags down softly, entering the room and expecting to find you curled up. Buckys heart raced as he looked up to see you staring at him with a smile on your face, getting off the bed quickly and throwing yourself onto him.

“i missed you so much james” you whispered, squeezing him slightly as your arms wrapped around him.

“y/n i-” he began, pushing you back softly. You let go reluctantly, knowing he wanted his space.

I’m okay as long as you keep me from going crazy

“Bucky, it’s okay” you replied, stopping him from going down a rabbit hole if you didn’t. You looked at him, the light from your bedside lamp only slightly illuminating the room.

“i know thats not you anymore, sometimes you have to do something’s to get stuff and i get that angel” you spoke, looking at him softly, slowly grabbing his hand and squeezing.

“i still love you bucky, with all my heart” you smiled, wishing you could see the way his cheeks flushed at your words.

He looked up from the floor, you could barely making out the way his lips turned up in a small smile.

“do you really?” He whispered, stepping closer so that your faces were only inches apart. You nodded, eyes flickering to his lips after a couple of seconds.

“I love you more doll” he replied, ears burning as you pulled him in for a kiss, holding the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.

You pulled away with a smile on your face, looking at him for a second before throwing your arms around him, holding him tightly. Bucky wrapped his arms around after a second, placing a kiss ontop of your head, never wanting to let you go.

You can’t get by with a lie

Bucky shot up, sweating and breathing heavy, looking over to see you stirring slightly at his movement.

“buck?” You mumbled, eyes still closed as you turned opening them slightly to reach for the super soldier. You placed a gentle hand on his vibranium one, looking at him with your fuzzy vision.

“nightmare?” you mumbled, sitting up and looking at him, his chest still heaving as he shook his head.

“no it- I’m fine” he spoke, “Cmon let’s get back to sleep” he smiled tightly but you shook your head, looking at him sternly.

“James we talked about this, please, talk to me angel” you looked at him, now fully awake and wanting to help bucky through his nightmares. He hesitated, sighing and fiddling with the edge of the blanket.

“okay” he nodded, heart racing as you helped him through his nightmare. You reminded him how he had changed, how he was a new person and he was trying his best to make amends.

“You’re okay, you’re here and you’re free” you spoke, hugging him tightly and stroking his arm soothingly. Bucky nodded, closing his eyes and focusing on your beating heart.

Funny thing about you is you read me pretty well

You clenched your fist, wanting to throw your laptop across the room as your work frustrated you once again. Your breathing was heavier and you let out a small sigh, not wanting to alert bucky.

After a couple more minutes you felt the tears pricking your eyes, squeezing them shut in hopes they would go away.

You got up quickly, heading toward the kitchen to get a drink of water, leaving bucky alone in the room. He turned to look at you, noting how fast you were walking and the way you were breathing shakily.

Bucky gave you a minute, waiting to see if you’d come back. When you didn’t return he followed you, seeing you staring out the cup in your hand with intense focus.

“doll, what’s wrong?” You looked at him, putting a smile on your face and shaking your head.

“I’m fine buck, just thirsty” he frowned, walking towards you and pulling you into his arms.

“i know you too well for that to work on me doll” he sighed, stroking your back softly as you but back tears, finally letting a sob out. “let it out doll I’m here.”

Me and Mr. Heart we say the cutest things about you

Bucky smiled at the way you jumped for joy when you saw a dog in the park, immediately talking his ear off about how you had always wanted your own.

“don’t you think we should adopt? I think we’re at that point y’know?” You smiled, starry eyes as you turned to look at him.

Never in his life had he felt more in love, he thought of how perfect you looked, with slightly messy hair from the wind and a stain on your shirt from the time he accidentally splashed paint on you.

He felt the world around him fade away, focusing only on you and your words, rattling off some facts about people with pets being happier in an effort to convince him.

Bucky thought of the way you had always cared for him, living him with all you were. He thought of how you were the most caring person in the world to him, how you were the most radiant person in the room no matter what.

He loved you so much and all he wanted was to make you happy.

“I’ve always been a cat person” he teased, loving the way you rolled your eyes with a playful smile on your face.

“we could get a cat, they’re calm and sweet” you nodded, taking his hand and pulling him towards the parking lot.

How could bucky say no when you looked so excited?

You held the white cat in your arms a few weeks later, a huge smile on your face as he purred into your touch.

“welcome home alpine” you smiled, setting the cat down and letting him explore.

Buckys heart grew in his chest, you seemed so unreal. You were everything he ever wanted and everything he ever needed. And you were all his.

You looked at bucky, a smile on your face as he picked up the cat, setting him gently on his lap.

“thought you were gonna get us a dog the whole time we were there” he spoke, looking at you as you stared at the pair, standing across the room and putting away some cat food and toys.

“you said you were a cat person” you replied, “plus you’re happy right?” You questioned, walking over and sitting down next to him, reaching out to scratch the back of Alpines ears.

“very happy doll” he smiled, eyes settling on the cat in his lap, wanting to place kisses all over the now sleeping feline.

“then I’m happy that you’re happy” you smiled, kissing his cheek softly, letting your head rest on his shoulder and enjoy the company of your now two favorite boys.

My lover is a day I can’t forget

“Do you remember how we met?” You asked suddenly, bucky smiled as he recalled the memory.

“doll it’s 3 am” he chuckled, the streetlight sneaking in through the curtains as you two lay in bed.

“so you don’t” you huffed, turning so your back would face him. Bucky smiled at your reaction, quickly turning you back around to face him.

“of course i do doll” he replied, a soft smile still on his face, “why?”

“what did you think of me?” You wondered, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable. You had a small smile on your face as he began talking.

“i thought you were too nice, they got your whole order wrong and you still ate the whole thing” he smiled.

Buckys eyes had immediately landed on you when he entered the small diner, seeing you smiling with a couple of your friends.

Steve was insistent on getting him to go to more places and this was #1 on his list.

“so those are my favorites you can always look through the menu though i guess” steve smiled, noticing his friends focus on you.

“thank you!” You smiled at the waitress, taking the dish from her, turning to your friends as soon as she left.

“i didn’t order this” you grumbled, your friends insisting you send it back.

“but what if she’s having a bad day already? and this is the last straw? It’s fine i can just eat it it’ll be fine” you shook your head, taking a bite and making a face.

“send it back y/n!” Your friend persisted and you shook your head, you were so stubborn.

“it’s not that bad!” You smiled, eating the whole thing, “wish it was the other one though” you giggled as your friends rolled their eyes.

Bucky kept glancing over at you, trying to not make it obvious. Steve decided against saying anything, making easy conversation with his best friend.

You hit your friend gently, a blush on your face when your eyes had landed on the two super soldiers.

“okay don’t be obvious” you began, “that’s steve rogers and bucky barnes?” You whispered, your friends all turning and looking at the table.

Bucky had just so happened the be glancing over, making eye contact with you, his face went red as he saw your whole table staring at the pair.

“You were so shy, you didn’t even have the guts to say hi” he teased and you punched him softly.

“you didn’t say anything either in my defense” you smiled, fiddling with his dog tags.

You turned back quickly, slapping a hand on your face as your friends laughed. “I said don’t be obvious did i not!”

“didn’t you say you would die for him? You talk about him almost everyday” your friend teased and you hit her, face burning.

“shut up! they’re super soldiers what if they hear you” you snuck a glance at their table, seeing the way bucky had a small smirk on his face and Steve was holding back a laugh.

“i hate you guys, i really do” you mumbled, “should i say sorry? I feel like i should say sorry right?”

“You just want an excuse to give that man sex eyes” another one of your friends spoke up and you rolled your eyes.

You snuck a glance at bucky making eye contact, you gave a small smile which he happily returned, waving slightly. You waved back, quickly turning back to your friends as your heart raced.

You and your friends paid and left not long after, Steve and bucky following a couple minutes after. You said your goodbyes in the parking lot, giving them tight hugs.

“you sure you don’t want a ride?” They had asked and you shook your head, waving her off as you walked to the bus stop down the street, sitting on the bench and scrolling through your social media mindlessly.

You looked up as someone sat next to you, giving them a small smile before realizing it was bucky. Your eyes went wide and you froze, eyes focused on your now locked phone. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

You glanced at bucky, face flushing when you made eye contact.

“you were so charming, i still don’t understand how you could be so calm” you spoke, looking at him as he let out a snort.

“i was shitting myself the whole time doll” he laughed, “I’m surprised i didn’t fuck up the moment i opened my mouth.”

“I’m bucky” he smiled, extending his had for you to shake. You smiled back, shaking his hand before replying, “I’m y/n.”

You were quiet for a second before turning to face him again, “I’m sorry for my friends in the diner, they can be a bit much” you chuckled, fiddling with your phone in your hands.

“don’t worry ‘bout it, I’m flattered honestly” he replied and you cocked your head.

“oh?” You replied, confused at his response.

“I mean to have a pretty girl like you thinking about me? An honor really” he spoke smoothly, a charming smile on his face as he looked at you.

“i- well- uh, thank you?” You let out a breathy laugh, and he smiled at you, moving onto another topic of conversation.

Next thing you knew the two of you were sat together on the bus, laughing as you two exchanged stories and talked about your interests.

“this is my stop” you frowned, not wanting to end the conversation yet. Buckys heart raced, debating on wether or not he should make a move or not. Steve would surely have his head on a spike if he didn’t.

“i- well, if you want i can walk you, it’s dark and i don’t want you in any danger” he spoke, stumbling in his words.

“I’d love that buck” you smiled and he looked at you with a grin on his face, following you out of the bus.

The evening air was cool, it felt nice against your flushed skin, a smile on both of your faces as you walked towards your apartment. The sound of your laughter filling the open air.

You arrived at your apartment building, exchanging numbers and saying goodbye, already looking forward to see each other next time.

“can’t believe you walked me back” you giggled, butterflies in your stomach as you remembered how flirty he was that night.

“i never told you but i had actually driven to the place” bucky blushed, “Steve had been busy earlier so we met up there” he laughed as your mouth flew open.

“so you had to go all the way back to get your car?!” Bucky smiled bashfully, “you even paid to take the bus!” You squealed, sitting up quickly and leaning against the headboard.

“I wasn’t gonna let public transportation stand between me and the love of my life!” Bucky replied quickly, sitting up next to you.

“you barely knew me!”

“i wanted to get to know you! that was the whole point” he shot back, a smile on his face when he noticed how flustered you were.

“you did all that for me” you looked at him fondly and he nodded.

“and I’d do so much more for you now” Bucky smiled, kissing your cheek softly before moving to your jaw and then your lips.

“I love you so much doll” he whispered, pulling you into his arms. You let him wrap himself around you, holding you closely to his chest.

“i love you more lovely” you replied, placing a soft kiss on his bicep. He held you for a couple more moments before letting go, letting you move back to his side and lay on his chest.

“you do so much for me doll, you keep me grounded, you make me happy, you keep me from going crazy, wish i could do the same” he mumbled, his fingers scratching at your scalp and making your eyes flutter shut.

“you do all that and more for me too james, you just never realize” you whispered, yawning as he continued his movements.

“how about we go to sleep, and I’ll tell you all tomorrow just how much you do for me, yeah?” You mumbled, opening your eyes slightly. Bucky nodded, laying down and getting comfortable, moving so that he could spoon you, draping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

“goodnight lover boy” you mumbled, he smiled at the nickname.

“goodnight dollface” he whispered, kissing your neck softly before closing his eyes, hearing alpines soft purring from across the room.

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mutants-and-soldiers · 3 years

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Sweet Delay

summary || You had long since given up finding your soulmate. The scars where your mark should be made plenty sure of that. It isn’t until Bucky comes along with his metal arm and missing soulmark that you find a little bit of hope.

pairing || tfaws!bucky x Reader

word count || ~4600

warnings || Light angst, soulmate AU, quick burn, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (TW: Scars) — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

“And then we just...locked eyes and our marks just...changed!” your coworker states, showing off the beautiful designs on her wrist that were now a bright golden color. Just yesterday, it had been a few drab, straight grey lines on her wrist. Now the lines had curled and swirled around each other until they made a delicate, feminine pattern.

“Oh my god how romantic!” the other teacher at the table gushes, touching the mark with her fingers. “Is he cute? Do you have a picture?”

You try to smile and be happy but...it’s all fake. It made you insanely jealous to hear your two best friends go on and on about their soulmates. You look down at your own mark and grimace at the scars. It was the straight lines like Merediths had been but instead of being grey...they were scarred flesh.

They had been that way since you were born. The doctors couldn’t really figure out what it meant because there were no recorded instances of a baby being born with dead-lines. Scars usually meant your soulmate was dead. It meant you would never meet your soulmate and that the best you could hope for were the lines lighting back up with a new soulmate (this only happened 1% of the time with dead-lines) or falling in love with another person whose soulmate had already died.

At your age, there was very little chance that you would end up with someone who already had dead-lines. You were in your 6th year of teaching music at this elementary school in Louisiana. There weren’t any teachers or people you were close to with dead-lines. They were either with their soulmates or waiting for them, which meant you were good for nothing other than a quick fuck.

“I’ve got to go,” you smile at your friends.

You quickly leave, unable to truly be happy for them while they talk about their soulmates. There were enough problems in the world after the new Captain America’s naming and the fact that he lived in this small little town to worry about. The kids were ramped up because of it and were hard to deal with sometimes.

Distracted, you turned a corner without thinking and bumped right into a brick wall of a man. “Butter biscuits!” you mutter, stepping back to catch yourself before you could fall.

“Butter biscuits?” a smooth voice laughed, making you look up.

He was handsome, and slightly familiar, with his masculine face, hint of five o’ clock shadow and piercing slate blue eyes. You feel your chest tighten at the little sideways grin he has on his face. “Uh…” you say unintelligently. “Can’t cuss...it’s a school.”

He gives a little laugh, “I guess you’re right. Sorry about runnin’ into you.”

“No, no, I ran into you!” you laugh, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Do you know where you’re headed? I can help you find where you’re going.”

The man looked around at the multiple hallways and shrugged. “I’m not too big of a man to admit I’m lost,” he smirked playfully, earning a chuckle from you. “I’m Bucky.”

You give him your name as you shake his hand. He’s wearing gloves, which is odd considering how hot it was outside, but to each their own. You knew kids who refused to take their oversized hoodies off because the fabric made them feel comfortable. Everyone had something they wanted to hide about their bodies, including this beautiful man.

“I’m headed for the cafeteria. I promised someone I’d eat lunch with them today,” he explained, following you when you turned around.

“Oh, that’s nice of you! Which student?” you ask, as you reach out to open the cafeteria door for him. He quickly grabs it from you so that you can walk into the loud room first.

He was about to answer when someone screamed from across the cafeteria, “Uncle Buck!”

He gave a dramatic ‘oof’ when the young man plowed right into him for a huge hug. “Hey, AJ, told you I’d be here,” the man smiled, patting the kid on the back gently.

AJ said your name excitedly, “This is my Uncle Buck! He’s a superhero!”

You looked over at the man with a smile, “Oh yeah? He didn’t tell me that, AJ.”

“Oh yeah, he fought the Flag Smashers with my Uncle Sam!” AJ went on, taking both your hand and Bucky’s hand to drag you to the table where his friends made room. “Uncle Buck, this is my music teacher.”

“Music teacher, huh?” the man said, looking over AJ’s head. “Sorry to lump you into lunch with the kiddos.”

You were going to answer when AJ started bouncing up and down. “Come on, Uncle Buck, show them the arm!” he shouted, catching everyone’s attention around the table. It was obvious that everyone knew what his arm looked like even if you didn’t.

“Now, now, guys,” you placate the children gently. “If Mr. Bucky doesn’t want to show off his arm he doesn’t have to. That is his choice to make, remember? We ask nicely but people are allowed to say no.”

The group groaned loudly at your usual teacher talk. “Uncle Buck, will you please show them your arm?” AJ adapted with those big brown puppy dog eyes. You cringed a little, knowing how hard it was to say no to that cute little face. You looked at Bucky, startled when he was looking at you with his intense eyes.

“Sure, okay, alright,” Bucky laughed, getting a round of excited screaming and cheering from the group. He first took off the black leather glove on his left hand. Your eyes widened when you realized his hand was completely metal. He then shucked off the jacket and you realized it went all the way up under the black t-shirt’s sleeve. “There? Happy?”

The kids gawked at the arm, asking if they could touch it but you were focused on the metal wrist for a different reason. Your fingers instinctively touched your left wrist where the scars were. He didn’t have his soulmate mark either. He wasn’t wearing a ring or any indicator that he had a partner but that didn’t mean anything. Someone that handsome surely had a partner, right?

He caught you staring at his arm and glanced at where you were touching the marks on your wrist. Sadness and sympathy passed through those beautiful eyes but he didn’t say anything. You were grateful for the small kindness.

Checking the time, you realized you were almost late for your next class. “I’ve got to get ready for my next class,” you said with a smile. Some of the kids groaned which made you laugh. “You’ll see me when you have music class next. Nice to meet you, Bucky.”

You had almost made it to the door when you heard the man say, “Wait!”

Turning around, you found the man standing in front of you with a little bit of apprehension on his face. “I just...you doing anything tonight? It’s Friday and the Wilsons were going to have a barbeque. I...would you like to come? I get it if it’s weird being around your students after hours but-”

“I’d love to,” you say, surprising even yourself. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t have a soulmate mark or perhaps it was because it meant he didn’t have a partner. Either way, you felt compelled to say yes. “Here.” You quickly pulled out a pad of sticky notes and pen from your pocket.

“Do you...keep those on you at all times?” he laughed, accepting the sticky note with your phone number on it.

You give him a look, “I’m a teacher...of course I do!”

You both laugh for a few seconds before AJ is calling after Bucky again. “I’ve got to get back but...I’ll text you the details, yeah?”

“Sounds great,” you smile, feeling the warmth in your chest.

It was right after school that you got the text message that you had been thinking about all day. It made you jump nearly out of your skin. You fumbled with the phone as you tried to pick it up from your desk, dropping it a few times before finally tapping the screen.

Hey, it’s Bucky. The BBQ is starting at 4pm at the Wilson house. Know where that is?

You quickly type back a reply. Yeah, I know where it is. I’m excited about it. Thanks for inviting me!

You grab your things while waiting for a response, walking the few blocks to get to your house. You counted yourself as lucky that your mother had left you your house long before the blip. So many people had bought houses afterwards and then when all of those people came back...it was just chaos.

I’m excited too. Sam’s over the moon. Sorry if he’s weird.

You laughed at the text message, tossing the phone to the bed so you could get dressed. It was a fight with yourself to stay casual. It felt like a date, though you had no right to think that, truthfully. You grabbed your favorite pair of jeans and a simple, white blouse with long, flowy sleeves and cold-shoulder holes before looking at yourself in the mirror.

You were on the fence about grabbing a pair of heels but decided on your light blue canvas shoes instead. It was most likely going to be outside. You wanted to keep things simple. Overall, you felt pretty good about yourself as you grabbed your keys and bag.

The Wilson house wasn’t too far from yours so you walked. It was a nice day, if not a little hot. School was about over so it was quite muggy. You were glad for the choice to wear lighter clothing because even just the short walk had you sweating.

You walked up the driveway that was lined with trees and could hear the commotion before you even saw the house. The only people you could see were the family and Bucky; you smiled when you saw Bucky picking up the older boy, Cass, playfully holding him into the air above his head. The muscles in his real arm flexed all the way up to his neck and even from where you were standing it was impressive.

AJ yelled your name, running across the distance to give you a tight hug. “You came!” he said happily, bouncing up and down. Once Cass was put down, he came over too.

“Cass, look at how big you’ve gotten!” you say, hugging the taller boy tightly. “How’s middle school?”

“It’s good,” he smiled, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Playing trombone in the band.”

“Are you?! That’s fantastic!” you gush, looking up when Bucky walks over. He looked good in his faded jeans that had a few holes in them and his dark red henley. His metal arm wasn’t covered this time and you enjoyed the black and gold pattern. “You need to tell me when your concert is and I’ll come listen!”

Cass’ eyes lit up. “Really?! Mom!” he yelled, running over to his mother who was standing with Sam near the grill. AJ ran after him, caught up in all the excitement.

It left you alone with Bucky, who, for all his masculinity and big muscles, seemed a little unsure. “I’m glad you came on such short notice,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smile up at him, gesturing so that the two of you could walk towards the group. “I’m glad you invited me. I haven’t seen Cass since he started middle school,” you say easily, noticing the man was freshly shaven. “Sam, Sarah, it’s so nice to see you again!”

Sarah wraps her arms around your neck, embracing you like you were family. “It’s so good to see you too! I wanted to personally thank you for all of the noise that’s been happenin’ in my house!” she teased, looking pointedly at Cass.

You laugh brightly, “It gets better, I promise!”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Sam butts in, giving you a side hug with a mischievous look on his handsome face. “AJ can’t stop talking about that rap you did the other week.”

There is a distinct warming of your cheeks when Bucky levels you with a look that is equal parts impressed and curious. “Rap?” he asked, accepting a beer from Sarah.

“Yeah, it was great!” AJ cuts in, waving his arms around while chanting, “There’s a Wocket in my Pocket, There’s a Wocket in my Pocket!”

“It was a Dr. Seuss rap,” you admit, lips thinning with a bit of embarrassment. “And, trust me, the kids did way better than I did once they learned it!”

“Well, I’d love to hear that but do you want a drink first? We’ve got seltzers, ciders and beer,” Bucky offered, showing you his beer.

“I’ll take a cider,” you smile thankfully, watching him walk off. It left you with Sam and Sarah who seemed far too eager to have you there. “Congratulations on your new title, Sam. It’s all the kids can talk about at school.”

Sam seemed a little sheepish but smiled. “Thanks, still gettin’ used to all the attention,” he admitted softly. “I’m kind of shocked Bucky invited you, truthfully.”

You could tell a subject change when you saw one so you let it go. “Me too,” you whisper, rubbing the back of your neck.

You know the looks that they’re both giving you too well. It was a mixture of sympathy and sadness. They knew what your marks looked like and they probably assumed your soulmate had died a long time ago. There weren’t many people who knew the truth because that made them pity you and you hated pity.

Thankfully, Bucky rescued you by walking over to hand you a bottle. “It’s a seasonal cider that I really like,” he explained, either completely obvious to the atmosphere or ignoring it on purpose. “It’s got some peaches in it.”

“Oh that sounds amazing,” you say while taking a swig. The fruitiness burst across your tastebuds with the slight hint of crisp peach. “That’s good!”

You were expecting more people to show up but it became very evident that this was just a family party. It made you feel just a tiny bit awkward as you sat down at the picnic table at the edge of the sandy beach. AJ and Cass tried to frame you but Sam was quick to send the older of the two into one of the foldable chairs at the end so Bucky could take the spot.

You had to admit that it had been a long time since you had been invited to something like this. Both of your parents were dead and your siblings were all scattered across the states and you hated most of your extended family so you never got to do things like BBQ’s. It was nice and casual. Sam and Bucky’s banter made you giggle while Sarah’s expressions and the kids’ jokes had you rolling.

It wasn’t until the sun started to go down that you realized how late it was. “I had better head home,” you say, downing the rest of your drink quickly. It was your third cider in a few hours so you were pleasantly buzzed but not so much you couldn’t walk home.

“Let me walk you,” Bucky said immediately.

You said your good-byes before heading down the beach with Bucky. “We can walk most of the way on the beach and then we can cut through some backyards to my house,” you explained, mostly to fill the silent air with talk. You didn’t want him to think you were trying to be romantic or anything.

“Mind if I take off my shoes?” he asked, waiting for you to shake your head before taking the shoes and socks off. You followed suit, happy to hold the shoes dangling from your fingers. “Nothing beats having your toes in the sand.”

The laugh you let out was probably the most genuine you ever had. “That’s why I decided to stay here,” you explain, brushing some hair out of your face when the wind picked up. It brushed your eyelashes with saltwater. “I do miss the mountains but I love the sea.”

The two of you casually walk down the beach in comfortable silence. “Can I ask you a question?” he finally said, looking at you.

“Only if I get to ask a question afterwards,” you smile, knowing what was coming.

He nods, gesturing at your left arm. “What happened?”

You subconsciously touch your wrist where the welted scars were, deciding if you wanted to make up a story or tell him the truth. It took a moment before you just gave a deep sigh. “I was born with the scars,” you finally admit quietly, holding your wrist up to look at the straight lines. “None of the doctors seem to know why it was like that or what to do about it. I’ve just...always lived knowing my soulmate is dead.”

He gets a weird look on his face, stopping in his tracks. You stop too just a few steps away. “I-” he starts but stops, looking out at the ocean. “I assume you know about me?”

You nod, unsure of why he had reacted so oddly. “You were the original Captain America’s best friend in the war,” you say slowly, watching him touch his metal wrist like his soulmark was still there. “Are you okay?”

Reaching out, he takes your hand to flip it over. You almost pull away but the look in his eyes is one of reverence and awe. He runs a finger across your scars, glancing up. “Yeah, I just...I didn’t believe Sarah when she told me about your scars,” he breathed out. “I thought I was the only one.”

A shock of realization rushes down your spine, prickling your skin to goosebumps. “What do you mean?”

“I was born with marks that were scars too,” he finally said the words that made the air leave your lungs. “I can’t show you because-” he gestures vaguely with his metal arm. “But when Sarah said you refused to talk about your marks...I just...knew.”

You feel hope and happiness rush through your body. “Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling the world suddenly light up even though the beach was dark. Everything focused on the man standing in front of you until you could hardly breathe. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious,” he nodded, looking so genuine and happy that it hurt. “I can’t prove it to you so I understand if you don’t trust me but…”

You don’t give him anymore time to talk as you slot your mouth against his. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap you up in his arms, holding you like you might disappear if he lets go. So many overwhelming emotions crashed inside your mind until you couldn’t see past the tears in the corners of your eyes.

He pulls away only to stare down at you in awe. “You’re house?”

“It’s not far,” you whisper, dragging him by the metal wrist through a few backyards until you get to your backdoor. Your hands are shaking enough to jingle the keys. His lips were on the column of your neck, kissing and nipping lightly. Your skin was tingling with anticipation as you finally got the door unlocked.

The two of you stumble into the kitchen, his lips on yours again when you turn around. You wrap your arms around his neck all the while kicking the door closed. His hands were under your legs, hefting you up onto the kitchen table. “Bedroom’s right there,” you say breathlessly as he is pulling your shirt up and over your head.

“Too far,” he rumbles darkly, going back to kiss your neck. “I’ve waited too long for you already.”

The words cause you to become unbearably wet as he unhooked the back of your bra and tossed it to the side. He presses his broad form between your legs; you had to spread scandalously wide to get him to fit. His mouth was all over the place, your collar, your neck, your lips...he just couldn’t seem to kiss you enough.

“Pants?” he asked, hands halting on your hips.

“Pants,” you agree with a moan, shucking the jeans and underwear in one go so he could put you back on the table. You’re a little shocked when he goes to his knees between your legs. “B-Bucky-”

The word turns into a long, drawn out moan when his tongue sweeps broadly through your folds, ending at your clit. “Lie back, doll, get comfortable because I’m not fucking you until you’re begging,” he drawls out in his low rumble of a voice. You were about to protest when his tongue made circles across your clit; it effectively shut you up when the electric shock of pleasure rushes through you. “I’ve gotta make up for lost time.”

You felt yourself reel from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before, though, truthfully, never on a kitchen table, but there was just something about the man. Maybe people were right and sex with your soulmate was better?

Thinking about things wasn’t going so well so you just stopped and enjoyed the way he alternated between fingers and tongue. “You taste better than I could have ever imagined,” the man groaned, looking at you like a piece of artwork. “You close?”

“I-I kind of need fingers to orgasm,” you whisper, feeling a little embarrassed.

Bucky didn’t seem to mind. “Which hand would you prefer?” he asked slyly.

You felt your face grow a little warm when you realized exactly which one you wanted. “Would you judge me if I said the metal one?”

The little smirk grew a little wider. “Not at all, doll, whatever you want.”

A cool metal finger runs up your folds, taking up some slick before pressing into your entrance. You feel a little dirty when a desperate whine escapes your lips. He doesn’t stop, slipping another finger once you were nice and worked open with the first. His lips wrap around your clit, licking and suckling the bud until you could feel the orgasm coming.

“I-I’m so close,” you whimper, digging your hands into his hair to keep him close. “Fuck, don’t stop!”

You feel the stretch of a third finger and come undone.

“Fuck, doll,” he moans, pulling back when you gush. You were a little embarrassed for not warning him but you get a look at his face and realize he wasn’t upset or disgusted. “I want to see you do that again.”

He dove back in without any warning. You were spasming by the time he had wrung another three orgasms out of your sensitive pussy. There was definitely a mess to clean up but you could worry about that tomorrow.

“B-Bucky, please!” you whimpered as he stood up, slipping between your legs.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got what you need,” he smirked, leaning down to press his arms on the table above your shoulders. It was overwhelming, being completely and totally enveloped by his masculine scent.

You felt the blunt tip of his erection pressing against your folds and bit down on your lower lip. He watched your face closely as he pushed forward into your warmth. His face took on a look of abject pleasure that matched your own.

Clawing at his back, you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him as close as possible. Everything about the way he felt, his length and girth and just the way his body felt pressed against yours was perfection. It was probably the thought of him possibly being your soulmate, which wasn’t even confirmed, but at least you had a chance with him.

Once he bottomed out, he paused for a few seconds. “You good?” he asked, gently kissing your lips.

“Yeah,” you whispered, feeling stretched to the limit around his cock. It was almost to the point where three fingers weren’t enough to prepare you. “Move.”

When he did, you immediately felt yourself tip over the edge again. He was so deep that he dragged across your g-spot perfectly. It was like an ongoing orgasm as he thrust into your body, his hands touching every inch of skin he could get to. His fingers pinched at your nipples, causing you to arch your back and whine.

“H-Harder,” you whisper, watching him look at you. He tentatively applies a little more pressure to your nipples, smirking when you shudder at the contact. “Y-Yeah, like that.”

“That’s right, doll, keep tellin’ me what you like,” he encouraged, not at all discouraged from fucking into you voraciously. It was probably the first time a man had actually encouraged your verbalizations of your needs. There had been a time when a man had walked out of your bedroom because he got butt-hurt by your suggestions.

“Fuck!” you yelp when his teeth bite down on one of your nipples. It sent a flash of pain that immediately turned to pleasure through your body. He lathed the sore bud with his tongue and suckled on it gently.

“Not gonna last, doll,” he gritted out of clenched teeth. He placed his hands on your hips and started a bruising pace that had the table creaking ominously. “Want me to pull out?”

“No!” you gasp, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. “Cum inside me, please.”

He groans, letting you sit up to hug him tightly while he pistoned into your pussy. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, seating himself fully inside of you. You clung to him desperately, feeling his cock throb as he came. “Come on.”

He picked you up off of the table and headed down the hallway. “First door on the left,” you mumble into his shoulder. He only pulled out once he had stepped into the room and set you down to your feet. “I’m going to...you know…”

You gesture vaguely before disappearing into the bathroom. It was hard to get through all of your feelings by the time you stepped back into the room with your robe wrapped around your body. He was sitting on the edge of your bed looking a little lost and confused.

There is a moment of silence before you smile. “You can stay the night if you want,” you offer, watching the man’s eyes clear a little.

He rubs the back of his neck before laughing. “I’m sure that would make Sam and Sarah very happy if I had to do the, what’s it called?, walk of shame.”

You laugh with him, feeling like this was moving a little fast. “I’m...I’m sorry if I went a little fast,” you voice softly. “I just...I always thought I was the only one.”

“Me too!” he said quickly. He stood up and walked over to run his hands down your arms. “I can’t prove to you that I’m your soulmate but I’d like to try proving I’m a good enough man for you...if you’ll have me.”

His words made your heart ache and throb all at the same time. There was such a genuine and slightly desperate sound to them. It was like he was trying to convince himself that he was worthy of you.

“If you take me on a date tomorrow,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’d like to get to know you a bit more than your tongue and dick.”

The laugh he let out was real and full. “Deal, though, I don’t think I know your pussy well enough,” he teased, pulling you back until you were straddling his lap. “Let’s remedy that.”

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Blindsided

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Summary: What happens after it’s announced that John Walker’s the new Captain America.

Warnings: none; a bit suggestive at the end? This is my first time writing for Sam so if it’s a bit meh, I’m sorry, I tried😭 Lots of dialogue!!

A/n: This is a bit of a short one, but I hope you like it:) I know this isn’t how he found out in TFAWS but ya know :D Also hate the character NOT the actor, don’t hate on Wyatt Russell😤

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“Look, here’s the thing, uh, I’m—I’m not Tony Stark. I’m not Dr. Banner. Okay? I don’t have the flashiest gadgets, I don’t have super strength. But what I do have—is guts.”

John Walker’s voice bounces off the walls of the cozy Louisiana apartment you and Sam shared. With the saved money you both had, you guys managed to purchase a decent apartment. Being two of the known remaining Avengers, your landlord was quite flexible with rent. Having the two of you in his building was like having built in security.

The apartment was just right for you and Sam. There was a living room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. You both didn’t need much. As long as you had each other, you were both satisfied. Besides, with Sam working with the Air Force on missions, you managed to get roped into following along—which meant you two weren’t always home.

The morning sun shined through the window of your living room, reflecting onto one of the white walls across from it. The sun created an orangey yellow hue to fill the room, radiating the warmth and cozy aura of a sunny Louisiana morning. Though compared to the domestic and calming aura, Sam was the complete opposite. You couldn’t see his facial expressions but the way his shoulders tensed from behind was enough to tell you that he was upset.

After a week (I’m honestly not sure) of donating Steve’s shield to the Smithsonian, it’s been revealed that the government has taken the shield and handed it to some—in your eyes—Steve Rogers wannabe. As someone who’s worked alongside Steve and consider him as family, it angered you to see some random man parade around the world with Steve’s shield and title. This Walker dude has no clue of the responsibility and value that comes with the shield—like seriously using halftime of a football game as an opportunity to pull a PR stunt as Captain America? He’s literally just America’s mascot.

Though you were bubbling with anger, you couldn’t imagine how your boyfriend felt. Steve gave him the shield, passed down the role of Captain America to him and sent him off to fulfill the duties he couldn’t do anymore. Yes, Sam made a promise, but after dabbling with the thought of becoming the new Captain America he decided to give it up. You weren’t going to question him, it was his choice and you understood why he made it. Nobody could fill Steve’s shoes.

You turn the stove off, deciding to check on Sam instead of continuing breakfast. The clip of John Walker was still playing on the tv when you enter the living room. You get a glimpse of his face, betrayal filled his eyes as he glowered at the tv screen. You carefully make your way towards him, settling beside him on the couch. He glances at you before shoving his head in his hand.

“Sam...” You wrap an arm around his back, your palm feeling the tension build between his shoulders.

“He trusted me with the shield.” He began, his voice low. “He trusted me with it and now it’s in the hands of—whoever this person is.” He gestures to the tv that showed John Walker speaking to a blonde interviewer.

“Steve believed in me to carry on his legacy and I just threw it away because I was being selfish.” He fumed, his tone raising. He shot off the couch and moved to pace around the living room. You sigh, giving him a moment to get his thoughts together. You patiently waited for him to calm down, watching him mutter sentences to himself under his breath.

Slowly, you get up from the couch and approach him. Deciding to stand in the way of his path, he comes to a halt. The conflicted expression on his face softens at the sight of you.

“Listen,” You start, arms snaking around his torso while his hands naturally grip onto your hips. “You didn’t know the government was going to go behind your back and deem someone else as Captain America. None of us were expecting this to happen. You can’t beat yourself up for something you didn’t have control of.”

Sam breathes out and tries to move out of your arms. Betrayal and guilt consumed his body.

“That’s the thing, (y/n). If I hadn’t given up the shield in the first place, we wouldn’t even be in this situation right now. I had control of all of this, even if I didn’t know about their hidden agenda.” He bursted out, brows furrowing together in frustration. You tighten your arms around him.

Sam defeatedly lowers his head, “This whole thing is so much more than me being blindsided by the government. I promised Steve that I’ll do my best. He trusted me and in return I broke my promise to him. I let Steve down.” He confessed. Silence filled the room, the only sounds heard were the quiet murmurs coming from the tv.

You were the first to speak. “Steve made mistakes too you know? Besides being a super soldier and all, it’s what made him relatable to everyone. Before he became Captain America, he was just like us. Humans who wanted to do good for the world and bring peace to its chaos.” Your words caught Sam’s attention, although he was a bit confused to where you were going with them.

You continued, “Like almost every human in the world, he learned from those mistakes. Yes, you may have had control of the current situation we’re in, but that doesn’t contradict the fact that you had no knowledge of what was happening behind the scenes. Steve chose to give you the shield for a reason, Sam. He knew that if something were to go wrong, you would be there in an instant to make it right.”

You shifted closer to him and cradled his jaw with both of your hands. “You gave up the shield and now it’s in the hands of the wrong man. I know you’ve always said that it feels like it belongs to someone else. But would you rather it be in the hands of someone like John Walker or in the hands of someone Steve believes in? Are you gonna sit here and feel guilty about it or are you going to get up and make things right?”

Sam’s eyes bore into yours. Conflict flashes in his dark orbs, his jaw clenches, and his hands resting on your hips gripped onto your skin tightly.

“We’re gonna get his shield back.” He proclaimed.

A small smile forms on your lips, “One way or another.” You confirm.

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“You know, you’re getting good at that whole speech thing.” Sam remarks, pulling you closer to him. That infamous toothy grin of his taking over his features.

You chuckle letting your hands venture on the expanse of his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well I learned from the best. If there’s one thing I learned from Steve it’d have to be his way with words.” You shrugged. Sam hummed in response.

“If I’m gonna be getting that shield back, I’m gonna be needing some help on those speeches.” He says, a suggestive tone to his sentence.

You smirked, amusingly shaking your head at him. “Good think I know plenty of ways to get you to talk.” Sam takes that as his cue to connect his lips with yours. His eager hands wander your body as he leads you towards the couch.

Before things can escalate, you pull away and place a finger in between your and Sam’s lips.

“Not now hotshot, we’ve got a mission in a bit and we still need to stop by Sarah’s before we leave.” Sam doesn’t get the chance to object since you’ve already pushed him off of you. Your hips swayed as you made your way back into the kitchen to continue cooking breakfast.

He stutters at first but chases after you going on about how much of a tease you were and how unfair it was to him and his needs.

“I told you I had plenty of ways to get you to talk.” You smirk, innocently shrugging at him.

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 3 years

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Needed You

Word Count: 1,551

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Reader, mentions of OC Characters

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, possible cliffhanger idk?

A/N: pls send requests for isaac i missed writing for him

A/N 2: bro wtf was this ep of TFAWS idek what I have to say abt it-

A/N 3: part two?

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You leaned against your locker, watching as Isaac ran down the hallway with his new friends, passing by you once again, without even noticing. He had a big smile on his face, which was never unusual, even through all his pain and hardships he always managed to stay happy. But this smile was different. It was more of an evil smile, something that made you uncomfortable.

That was only a small change of what happened with Isaac. New friends, new clothes, new attitude. If it wasn't for his hair, you wouldn’t be able to recognize the boy in front of you. Someone who used to be your best friend, who you’d rely on for everything, someone that you were there for.

As time went on, you had only assumed you would never lose Isaac. The bond the two of you had was unbreakable. Or so you thought. Your mother used to crack jokes about you marrying Isaac, due to the bond you had with him. You’d never felt that way about anyone else.

Your mind ran past the thought of your mom as you clenched your jaw, taking a deep breath. Your mother was gone, had been for a while. But not that anyone knew.

You sniffled softly, before hearing the bell ringing, while you entered the classroom.

“Partner up,” you heard your teacher say.

You kept your head down, before seeing the shadow of someone sitting next to you.

“Partners?” you heard Isaac's voice as you sighed softly.

“Actually…” you started.

“Oh, c’mon we both know that you don't like anyone else,” he instantly began to tease you as you rolled your eyes, annoyed.

He was trying to act as nothing happened, and that he didn't spend all those past months ignoring you completely.

“Fine,” you replied softly.

You rested your head on your hand before looking at the board, doing the assignment.

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“Are you scared?” Isaac's voice was small as the two of you stood in front of Beacon Hills High.

“No, are you?” you lied, looking up at the building.

“No,” he replied.

“Are you lying?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

You reached for his hand, before taking a big breath.

“It’s okay, Isaac. Remember, we’ll always have each other, right?” you asked softly.

He nodded his head, before the two of you gave a small smile to each other, before opening the door, entering your new school for the first time.

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“(Y/N)!” Isaac ran down the hall, making his way to you as you scratched your forehead, before turning around to face him.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“I went by your house last night? You didn't tell me you moved?” he asked, frowning slightly.

You dug your nails into your palms before nodding your head.

“I live with my uncle now,” you replied.

“Your uncle? I thought you hated your uncle,” he replied.

“He’s not that bad,” you muttered, opening your locker.

“Well, you told me that he has a drinking problem. And he gets scary and mean,” your eyes watered slightly before you rubbed them away.

“I don’t really have a choice,” you said.

“Why not? What about your mom?” he asked.

“I have to go to class, Isaac,” you closed your locker, taking a deep breath before you walked away from him.

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“Isaac?” you knocked at his door, walking in slowly as he wrapped his arms around himself, rocking slightly.

The lights were off, you could barely make out his figure.

“Isaac,” you walked further into his room, turning on a lamp next to his bed while he flinched.

“Sorry,” you walked to him, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“My mom-” his voice broke as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I know, I know,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead, rocking with him slightly before he buried his head in your arms.

“I want her back,” he cried softly.

You buried your face in his hair, resting your head on top of his as he cried softly, clinging onto you tightly.

“Please don’t leave me,” he whispered.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Isaac. I’m right here,” you continued to caress his back, before the two of you laid down onto his bed, continuing to hold each other before slowly drifting off to sleep.

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“(Y/N)!” you poked your head up, hearing someone calling your name from outside your house as you frowned.

You walked towards your window, seeing Isaac standing in the backyard.

“Isaac, what the hell are you-” you started.

“Open the window!” he yelled.

You raised an eyebrow, slightly confused as you opened the window, waiting a minute before he climbed in.

You immediately took notice to his bruises and cuts as you gasped, leading him to your bed.

“What the hell happened to you?!” you yelled.

“Keep it down! I don't want your mom to hear!” he whispered loudly.

You looked out the door, before closing it.

“D-Did you get into a-a fight or something? Oh my god,” you ran to your bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit.

His eyes instantly watered.

“This is gonna sting,” you pressed the alcohol wipe to his wound, hearing him wince.

“What happened to you?” your eyes began to water as you looked at his broken figure.

“M-My… My dad. H-He just got s-so mad, and…” he couldn't finish his words before he bit his lip, taking a shaky breath.

You felt your heart drop as you continued cleaning his wounds.

“Isaac…” your voice broke.

“I messed up, really, really badly,” he cried softly.

“No, i-it’s not your fault. God, we need to tell my mom, she can help,” you started, reaching for your door.

“No!” he ran to you, pulling you back.

“Isaac!” you started.

“No! You can’t tell anyone,” he shook his head.

“What? Isaac…”

“No! (Y/N), please. I’m begging you just please don't say a word to anyone,” he cried softly, holding your hands.

“H-How am I supposed to help you?”

“I don't need you to help me. I just need my best friend to be here for me,” his eyes were bloodshot as you cried softly.

You nodded your head, before wrapping your arms around his shaking figure.

“Can I spend the night?” he asked.

“Of course you can,” you sniffled.

He nodded softly, as you led him to your bed, laying down with him.

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“Why do you keep running away from me? (Y/N),” you wiped the tears from your eyes as you continued walking, hearing Isaac calling behind you.

“I had a really long day. I just want to go home, Isaac,” you replied, trying to hide your feelings.

“Why do you keep ignoring me?” you clenched your jaw, exhaling harshly as you continued walking.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled.

You froze, before letting out a frustrated sigh, turning to face him as his face dropped slightly.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly.

“I just need you to leave me alone,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N)-”

“Stop, Isaac! Stop acting like we’re friends again! Stop acting like everything can go back to normal and we’re friends after you spend months avoiding me!” you yelled, taking him by surprise as he jumped slightly.

“I know, but-”

“There’s no but! All I want is for you to leave me alone, so why can’t you just do that?” your tears were falling freely as he kept quiet, unsure of what to say.

“I just wanted things to go back to before. I thought if I acted like nothing happened, we would be okay,” he said softly.

“It’s too late to pretend nothing happened,” your voice broke as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“Isaac, I've been by your side for as long as I can remember. I’ve always been there for you whenever you needed me. B-But…” you could barely make it through your sentence before your voice wavered.

“I needed you when my mom died but you just avoided me. And you kept avoiding me a-and ignoring me. You made me feel like I didn't matter to you, that our friendship meant nothing. That hurt. I don’t need you coming back here and making all that pain come back,” you cried softly.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). You have to believe me, I-I wanted to be with you, I wanted to be by your side but I couldn't. I can’t explain and I know it sounds so shitty and I know what I did to you was terrible,” he stroked your cheek softly, looking down at you.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am or how much you mean to me. I-I need you as much as you need me. Please, just-” you moved away from him as he paused.

“I need you to leave me alone. I don’t need you in my life,” you saw his tears falling from his eyes as your heart began to ache more and more.

“I have to get home, I’m running late,” you sniffled, before you wiped your eyes.

“Goodbye, Isaac,” you walked away from him as he stood frozen, holding back his cries.

Your heart felt like it could leap out of your chest as you ran down the street, holding in your cries.

You knew you needed him, but you couldn't go through that pain, not again.

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Where've You Been? -- Bucky Barnes x Reader

I started this the day after TFAWS episode 2 came out, and I just finished it tonight. It's not the best, but I hated leaving it not done.

Tears crowded your eyes as you watched the man on TV. John Walker. The “new” Cap is what they called him. Turning off the TV, you glanced down at your phone to see a message from Sam. “I didn’t know that they would do this.” You smiled softly, knowing that Sam was just doing what he thought was right. No-one could replace Steve, especially not this man. You went back through your messages, seeing a text you had sent Bucky earlier that morning. Should I? No..I’m sure he’s seen it..I don’t need to bother him again. You sighed, wishing he would at least call you so you could check on him once in a while. He had been dodging your calls and messages since Steve went back to be with Peggy. From what Sam had told you, he hadn’t been able to get a hold of him either. Making your way to the bedroom, you began getting dressed. As you tossed your phone to the bed, the screen lit up, ringing with an unknown number. You grabbed it, answering with a questioning “Hello?” “Is this Y/n Y/l/n?” “Yes? Who is this?” “Hi Y/n, this is John Walker! I heard you used to work closely with Steve Rogers.” You stiffened, wondering what this man could possibly want with you. “Yes, Steve and I were close. How exactly can I help you?” “Well as I’m sure you know, I’m taking over the mantle as Captain America. I could use someone like you to help me out.” He sounds about as arrogant as he looks. “Mr. Walker, I really don’t think that would be the best idea.” You heard a huff on the other end of the phone and rolled your eyes in response. “Ma’am, we know that after Steve left, you stopped working. You belong in the field, you are amazing at what you do.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes in frustration. “I’ll try one mission. ONE. Send me details later.” You dropped your phone on the bed as you hung up and whispered to yourself, “Steve please forgive me. I hope Sam and Buck will understand.”

“Where are we going Walker?” You leaned back, arms folded and shot a death glare at the man. “We’re going to help some of your old friends.” Smirking he moved closer to you, “You ready?” You looked down as the helicopter began lowering and saw Sam fighting on the top of a truck. You immediately jumped into action, swinging down and landing on the back of the truck next to Sam. You tackled the man as you dropped, kicking him down the length of the truck. “What the—“ Sam flew upwards, then turned towards you. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” You laughed as you fought against the man in front of you, “Saving your ass apparently!” You jerked back as you saw a shield fly past you, barley missing the side of your head. Turning, you saw John and Lemar finally join you. They walked to Sam, “John Walker, Captain America.” “Lemar Hoskins.” “Looks like you guys could use some help.” Sam looked at you, both of you rolling your eyes. Suddenly, Sam flew off the truck, and John was knocked off. You sighed, and jumped down after him, watching as the truck full of soldiers continued down the road.

You propped your legs up on the seat of the jeep, hoping John would back off if he wasn't as close to you. He screwed up the mission, and you sure as hell weren’t going on another with him. “Hey you did great! We will definitely get them next time, we just need to regroup.” Rolling your eyes, you looked out the back of the jeep to the road. “There is no next time with me Walker.” “Now come on don't be like that.” John turned his head to look in front of the jeep and saw Sam and Bucky walking. He leaned forward and began honking the horn, trying to get their attention. The jeep pulls up next to them, and John opens the door, “So that didn’t go as planned, huh?” You looked out to see Sam ignoring you and made eye contact with Bucky. His eyes widened with surprise, then darkened with anger. Not being able to take a hint, John continued, “Look, at least we know what we’re up against now, huh? And we’re pretty sure it’s one of the Big Three so..” Sam glanced up at John, then back forward, “Aliens, Androids, or wizards?” “Pretty sure.” You tuned the men out, looking up at the sky and wishing John would just shut the hell up. Feeling the car jerk to a stop, you looked at the men, all still arguing. “You ever jump on top of a grenade?” Don’t say it. Walker I swear if you tell them about that dumbass thing with your helmet and compare that to everything that Steve did… “Yeah. Actually, I have. Four times. It’s a thing I do with my helmet. It’s a reinforced helmet. It’s a long sto—“ “John shut up.” You interrupted him, tired of hearing his mouth. “Guys it’s 20 miles to the airport. Please get in.” You looked to Sam with pleading eyes. Bucky rolled his eyes and climbed in after Sam. With the extra people in the jeep now, you had to move your legs to make room. There goes your plan to keep John as far away as possible. Tapping your foot on the side of Bucky’s, you tried to get him to look at you. Bucky looked up and stared at you. Eyes not blinking, body not moving. You tried scoot forward to try to talk to him, you had missed him so much and hated that the two of you hadn’t been talking. As you scooted forward, John grabbed your arm and pulled you back against him. You stiffened, trying to pull away. “Let go of me Walker,” you speaking through closed teeth and a clenched jaw. “This would be easier if I had Cap’s wingmen with me. I’ve already got his best girl.” As he leaned in to press a kiss to the top of your head, Bucky stood, towering over the two of you. “Let. Her. Go.” His eyes were clouded with anger, and he reached down and quickly, but gently, pulled you to him. “You can go with us. You don’t have to stay with him.” As you went to answer him, John stood and put his hand on the small of your back, “Bucky I can take care of her, she’s with us.” “Stop the car!” The jeep jerked to a halt and you flew forward into Bucky’s arms. “Walker I am sick and tired of you walking around pretending that just because you carry a stolen shield that you’re him. You will NEVER be Steve. Steve was a good man. You’re just a soldier.” You swung yourself over the side of the jeep and began walking down the dirt road, Sam close behind. Bucky lingered for just a moment, looking at John, “If I ever see you touch her again without her permission, you won’t have an arm to hold that shield with.”

“What the hell were you doing with him y/n?” You looked away from Bucky, ashamed that you had even considered working with Walker. “First of all you don't need to be jumping out of helicopters. Second of all, you’re really supporting this guy? He’s a total ass!!” Something finally snapped, and you turned to glare at him, “Bucky I have done nothing since Steve left. All I had were the three of you. Sam had his own shit going on, and you!” You stopped and turned to him, poking him in the chest with a finger, “You have ignored my calls, my messages. You have avoided me since he left! I agreed to ONE mission. Just to see if I could still do it, without the three of you. I was given an opportunity, and yes I was pissed about the circumstance, yes I was uncomfortable. But I took the opportunity.” Turning back you walked away. “Y/n—“ You ignored the voice behind you as you glared at the road ahead of you. Sam looked to Bucky, “Not the best way to get her back White Wolf. You better go catch her.” Jogging, Bucky caught up to you. “Y/n I’m sorry. I was out of line.” You paused and looked to the tall man now standing in front of you. “Yea Buck you were.” Pushing past him, you continued down the road. “Y/n please wait. Talk to me.” “What else do you want me to say James? You weren’t there to stop me, and I needed to do something. I can’t live my life crying over Steve being gone, I have to get back to work at some point.” Tightening his jaw, he looked at you with a fire in his eyes. “I know he’s gone, and I know that you can’t sit around doing nothing. I know that. But with him? Why not with me and Sam?” “Are you kidding me Bucky??? I have called you, I have sent you messages! Multiple times a day and you IGNORE me! So working with you wasn’t an option. Sam was taking time with his family, he wasn’t even working. Don’t pull that crap with me Barnes. After being around Walker, I am NOT in the mood for your bullshit.” You turned away from him again, trying to put some distance between the two of you. “Well that went over great Buck. Good job.” “Shut up Sam.” On the plane, Bucky tried to smooth things over again. “Come on Y/n, talk to me.” You rolled your eyes and turned to Sam. “So who was that on the truck?” “Flag Smashers. They’re stealing medicine and weapons and distributing them to people that have been displaced from the blip. We think they’ve taken a dose of the serum.” “Where would they have even gotten any?? Wasn’t the bit that HYDRA had the last of it?” “That we aren't sure about.”

You had just walked into your apartment when your phone began ringing. Glancing down, you saw Sam’s name across the screen. What the hell? “Sam?” “Hey Y/n. You need to get down to the police station. They arrested Bucky.” “They WHAT??! I’m on my way!” After quickly locking your door, you ran down to your car.

The doors to the station flung open as you stormed in, looking for Sam. He stood as he saw you and pulled you to a seat to explain what happened. “Sam why did they even stop? You were just talking!” Sam looked at his feet and then to you. “Y/n. You know why they stopped. Once they realized who Bucky was, they said they had a warrant out because he had missed therapy.” Before you could speak a woman’s voice came from behind you, “Sam? Y/n?” The two of you turned to face the woman as she stuck out her hand in an introduction. “I’m Dr. Raynor, Bucky’s therapist. I’ve heard a lot about the two of you.” You shook her hand as Sam nodded shortly, “Thank you for bailing him out Dr. Raynor.” “Me? I thought you did!” The three of you looked at each other confused, until you heard cameras snapping. “Oh please no..” You groaned, already becoming agitated and defensive. “You’re welcome sweetheart.” You looked up at John Walker, resisting the urge to spit on him or beat him. Sam stepped closer to you in an attempt to shield you from him. “Why did you bail him Walker?” “He’s an asset. We need him out in the field more than he needs to be in here or in therapy.” Sam tightened his grip on your arm as your eyes flashed with anger and you lunged towards him. “You motherfuc—“ A cold hand came down on your shoulder before you could finish your sentence and you looked up to see Bucky. “He’s not worth being arrested doll.” You looked up at Bucky, wanting to protest, but decided against it. “You need to leave before I decide that he’s wrong.” John laughed as he and Lamar began walking outside, “I’ll see you three outside. We need to talk.”

Dr. Raynor pulled Sam and Bucky towards an interrogation room, and motioned for you to follow, “We’re having a session. Now.” The chairs scraped across the hard floor as they were pulled closer together. “Who’s going first?” Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked at the ceiling, and Sam huffed, crossing his arms. “This is a waste of time Doc.” “I’ll go Dr. Raynor.” Barely coming out as a whisper, but your voice still bounced off the walls. Your eyes moved from the floor to Bucky, “What have I done to you Buck? We were so close..But you stopped talking to me. You completely dropped me, and then expected me to just come back to you with open arms. I don’t know what I did to make you so mad.” He looked to you and then Sam and scoffed. “Yea I left. What was I supposed to do? Steve left. Why wouldn’t you leave too?” Your jaw dropped and you laughed before you could stop yourself. “Are you kidding me Bucky? You really shut me out because you thought I’d leave you the same way Steve did?? You KNEW how much I loved you and how much I needed you. I would have done ANYTHING for you James.” Bucky looked at his boots, ashamed to look at you. “You weren’t the only one hurting Bucky. And just to remind you in case you forgot, we were together before you up and left. Then I find out from Sam that you’re DATING. So not only did you leave Sam and I as friends and ghost us both, you left me as a partner.” At this point your voice was becoming strained and soft and tears began to stream down your cheeks. Sam reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze, knowing how badly you had been hurting. Bucky looked at you, tears brimming, but not spilling. His mouth opened, then closed multiple times, not knowing what to say. He turned to Sam, unable to process his emotions for you at the moment. “Why did you give up the shield Sam?” “Why are you concerned about things that have nothing to do with you?” “Steve trusted you. He gave you that shield because he believed in you.” Anger began to flood his already strained voice as he leaned forward towards Sam, but gripping the armrest of the chair, trying to hold himself back. “And what if he was wrong about you? If he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about ME!” A single tear rolled down his face as he sat back in his chair, face going dark. Sam rolled his eyes and stood, “I’ll see the two of you outside.” When Bucky went to stand Dr. Raynor stopped him. “You may have had some sort of closure with Sam, but this hasn’t even been addressed. You have caused Miss. Y/l/n a lot of stress. You are going to talk to her before you leave this room.” Bucky looked over at you. You were holding your hands in your lap, staring at your feet, looking absolutely defeated. His heart broke a little seeing you so upset; he hadn’t seen you this upset in a very long time. “Y/n..I…” He tried to speak, but didn’t know what to say. Knowing that there was nothing he could say to make things better, he walked to you and kneeled in front of you. “Please Y/n, just look at me.” Hearing his soft voice, you looked up, still trying to avoid his piercing eyes. “Please.” You finally made eye contact, and almost broke again. “Doll, I know there’s nothing I can say to make what I did better. I know I fucked up. But..Sweetheart I did what I thought would be better for you. I didn’t want you to have to deal with me, to deal with this life.” Your eyes flashed as you stood. “That was a decision that you should have let me make James. I want you. I want this life. That was my decision to make, and you took it from me!” “I know..I know..” His voice was soft, sad. Tears streamed down both of your faces, and you dropped to your knees in front of him. “Stop taking care of me Buck. Let me take care of you for once. You’ve been through so much. Please.” Strong arms grasped your waist, holding you so tight that you thought they would squeeze the life right out of you. Turning to Dr. Raynor, you silently thanked her for the talk that you and Bucky so desperately had needed, then pulled him to his feet.

“Alright Sam, we’re ready, let’s go.” Red and blue lights flashed as you exited the police station. “So, how are we going to tackle this problem?” John Walker’s smug voice carried down the sidewalk to you. “Please tell me I don’t have to work with this dick again.” Bucky mumbled under his breath, “Not if I can help it.” With an undeserved confident strut, Walker made his way to you. “If we divide ourselves, we don't stand a chance. It would be an honor to work with you two. And an absolute pleasure to watch this pretty thing in action again.” A sick feeling bubbled in the pit of your stomach, and you involuntarily gagged, making Walker’s jaw drop. “Do you even know where they are Walker?” “Well. I. Well not right now, but it won’t take long for us to find them.” Walker’s voice raised and became harsher the more flustered he became. A smirk was plastered across your face, enjoying watching the man squirm when he was asked anything. Bucky placed his warm hand on the small of your back, beginning to guide you away as Sam spoke. “We don’t have to go through all of the hoops that you do Walker. We’re free agents, and besides, we actually know what the hell we’re doing.” As the words left Sam’s mouth, you stopped in your tracks and turned to see how John would react, knowing that it would be a good show. You watched as his eyes lit up with anger. “If you're not going to work with us Wilson, then a little piece of advice. Stay the hell out of my way.”

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