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Faking To Pretend (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: cathy cathy cathy here i am with another request *sigh* i cant help myself your writing is just too good

i was wondering if i might request a steve rogers x reader fic where maybe reader and steve are paired up for a mission and have to pretend to be married (undercover) and some thing happen to kind of force them to admit their feelings for each other (maybe one of them gets injured? or kidnapped idk you do what you want to 😂) anyways LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤️❤️ (by @msmarvelsmain), [Marvel-Masterlist]

Summary: Fake engagements, wedding plans & an undercover mission that jeopardized your well-being in the blink of an eye. Throughout it all, you somehow had to hide the fact that your feelings for Steve were just friendly, nothing more.

Words: 8,610

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, humor, argument, brief mentions of drugs, undercover mission (engagement & wedding plans), female pronouns used, that's pretty much it

[Mimi…this happens when our ideas get mixed up. LOVE YOU TOO!]

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

The familiar sound of a notification emanated from your phone. You deposited the book you had been immersed in onto the mattress & replaced it with the device. It confused you for a second when you noticed Tony being the one to message you. After all, you were literally in the same building.

Stark: meeting in 5.

(Y/N): you do know that you could tell me in person, right? just knock or something.

Stark: you’re too far away.

(Y/N): two doors, stark. TWO!

Stark: meeting in 4.

(Y/N): i hate you.

A loud sigh escaped through your lips. Typical Tony. Two could play that game. You planned on arriving right in time, not earlier. Maybe a few seconds too late. Anything to mess with him. At least he could get a taste of his own medicine that way.

“You’re a minute late.” Tony commented when he watched you walk inside the room. Your arms crossed over your chest as you leaned your shoulder against the door frame.

“You’re lucky I came in the first place.” you remarked. “Besides, I’m the first one here. Mission alone?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows while expectantly waiting for his answer. It was not usual for you to go alone. Except if the mission concerned grabbing pizza from the place down the block. You hoped for him that he did not pull that card, though.

“No but I wanted to discuss it with you before the others- oh, never mind.” Tony stopped talking when three more figures entered the room, brushing past your frame without paying too much attention to you. Sam. Bucky. Steve. What a damn combination. That was your team? Well, good luck. Everyone got seated on the chairs circling the big table but you stood your ground in the doorway. Steve patted the free chair next to his side, eyes flickering up to yours. A silent invitation you politely declined by shaking your head but you made sure that he could detect your small smile. Tony did not seem to mind & went straight ahead into explaining the mission you four had to perform. Most of the time, you zoned off though you really did try your hardest to stay focused. But when you glanced between the men in the room, you already knew the chaos that would come with them.

Basically, the team came across a signal emitting from the back of a small shop. From what you knew so far, it was some sort of a database that saved a whole lot of criminals. Some of them who you had fought in the past & some of them who you had never heard of but they sounded incredibly dangerous nevertheless.

“Question.” one of your hands raised & you waited for them to look at you.

“Go for it.” Tony pointed over to you, letting out a low breath because you were behaving as if you were in class & needed permission before speaking up.

“Why do Steve & I have to be the ones engaged?” normally, you would not care about undercover missions. But when said mission had you teamed up & fake-engaged to Steve? Well, you had a hard time separating work from personal feelings. Not that anything was going on between you guys but you would not lie if you said that you wanted to change it.

“What, do you want Sam & Bucky to be the couple in question?” Stark, in return, asked another question & you rolled your eyes.

“No, of course not.” that earned you disagreements from both, Sam & Bucky. Steve simply sat by, chuckling quietly while observing your conversation quietly.

“And Steve & you are close. It’ll be easier for you guys to pretend.” Tony casually stated & you had to fight the urge to avert your gaze. If you did, they sure as hell would realize something being wrong with you. And you were not about to be embarrassed in front of them. Maybe you already were but at least they did not know about it. After all, you were a fucking great actor.

“Uh-huh.” so you played it cool. As cool as the situation allowed you to be. “But why do we need Laurel & Hardy with us then?”

“Because I said so.” Tony used your most hated phrase & he damn well knew it. After a short pause, he turned a bit more serious again. “They’ll be Steve’s best men.”

“Wait.” your hand raised & you closed your eyes for a second. “Steve has two best men & I’m not allowed a maid of honor?” now everyone inside the meeting room was chuckling. Everyone but you.

“Pretty much, yeah.” Stark shrugged, brushing it off as nothing though he was aware that you were annoyed by his plan already.

“How is that fair?” you could not stop asking questions, somehow hoping that if you continued, you could get out of this successfully. Deep down, it was clear that the mission had been planned & you could not do anything to change it. Not even a single thing.

“It isn’t.” Tony admitted with a brief nod of his head. “But you’ll need Sam & Bucky on this one. So stop bitching around.”

“These are gonna be some long ass days…” you mumbled, putting your face in your hands in frustration.

“Enjoy!” & with that, Tony dismissed you, leaving you behind dumbfounded.

Sam & Bucky exited the room soon after. Steve & you were the only ones left.

“(Y/N)?” Steve’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Immediately, the frown was replaced by a genuine grin. You found yourself in this state whenever he looked at you like that. Whenever he talked to you, actually. “Everything okay?” his eyes showed concern. They usually did when he noticed you zoning off.

“Huh?” you asked before the words had processed. “Oh, yeah. Of course.”

“I’m sorry about.” his hands gestured wildly, searching for the most suitable words. “The mission being uncomfortable for you.”

“No, it’s not uncomfortable.” you tried to explain yourself. “Just, sometimes I feel like Stark just wants to mess with me.”

“Well, if it helps cheering you up…I’ll behave.” he winked at you playfully & you hated how your body reacted to such simple movements.

“I’m sure you will.” you snickered. “My true worries are your best men.” a sly smirk spread onto your face & Steve could not hold back a chuckle.

“Yeah, I can’t control them.” he agreed with you. “I’ll see you around.” he walked past you, turning around one last time. You simply nodded at him, not trusting your own voice. While you handled the situation as best as you could, you wanted to avoid an awkward goodbye. Besides, you would set out first thing in the morning. You needed some alone time before shit started going down. Not that you expected this mission to fail. The exact opposite, actually. The four of you worked incredibly well together. Compensating other’s mistakes & improvising fast if needed. Mostly, though, you ended up straying from the actual plan & that was what had you worried. Because if you did not stick to it, things could turn real uncomfortable real quick.

As if the mission itself was not demanding enough, the car ride to even arrive at your destination was ten times worse. Steve was behind the wheel & you were lucky that you occupied the passenger’s seat & did not have to sit in the back with either Sam or Bucky. They were children, really. Right now, it felt like Steve & you were the parents of two incredibly challenging kids who could not shut their mouths. Not even for a second. Steve succeeded with ignoring them & he was concentrating on the road so that gave him another thing to do. You, on the other hand, were stuck without any distractions except for the bickering that was currently going on in the backseat. But you knew better than to interrupt them because if you did, it would only turn worse. So you took a few deep breaths & settled further into your seat, closing your eyes to maybe rest a bit before your arrival. What you did not notice was Steve glancing over to your figure, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he recognized you attempting to sleep during the stress inside the car.

At least the hotel Tony checked you in was worth it. Fake-engagements had their perks. Especially if a luxurious suite was a part of it. Sam & Bucky were somewhere in another room but Steve & you, the two of you pretty much occupied an entire floor. That was how huge your room was. You did not even have to carry your own suitcases. There was an employee who helped you with that. What a nice way of living that was. If only you were not pretending. But why were you even thinking that way? You had a mission to perform & more importantly, you could not fail. And you would not if you solely focused on your task. It could not be that hard, right? You had done something similar multiple times before. It should be an easy one for you. But it was not. And the main reason was Steve. It was wrong of you to put the blame on him but how could you not if you literally had to pretend to be his fiancée? It felt like a secret wish you did not dare to voice. And yet he was here right in front of you, in the same room. A place you were supposed to share for the next few days. And you somehow had to play it cool. There was only one outcome. Burying your feelings deep down in order to not jeopardize the mission or your team. No matter how much your heart protested.

“(Y/N)?” you heard Steve’s voice as you were stepping out of the shower. Only a towel was covering your still wet body but you feared that, if you did not open the door right away, you were in danger somehow. That was your mind’s conclusion. Which really did not make any sense if you gave it a second thought. You opened the door a crack, risking a glance outside & eased when you only saw Steve on the other end. It was a natural reaction for you to push the door open wider. But you kind of forgot that you were not wearing any clothes except for that poor excuse of a hotel towel which was way too small for your liking. Steve’s eyes widened & he could not stop from letting them flicker up & down your body. You squirmed under his stare, arms coming to cross over your chest in order to keep the fabric in place. A few moments of awkward silence ticked by & you wanted it to end. So you coughed & gained his attention once more. His eyes were locking with yours & while you usually lost yourself in them, you were way more comfortable than having him eyeing your every part in great detail.

“You needed anything?” you stuttered out, hoping your voice did not sound all too weak but even to yourself, you were aware that you were failing.

“Um, yeah…” his cheeks turned rosy. One of his hands came up to scratch the back of his neck. “But I probably should’ve waited a couple minutes longer.” he should have but it was too late now anyway.

“If it’s nothing too important then I’ll go get dressed real quick, alright? I’ll take like two minutes.” you attempted an honest smile but it was underlined with a hint of embarrassment that was definitely detectable. Steve simply nodded, stepping back a bit so you could close the door once more. Your back rested against the wooden surface & you quietly sighed out with closed eyes. That was not what you expected. Fingers crossed nothing between you two would turn awkward from now on. But then again, he was your best friend & it was not like you were completely naked. Just barely dressed but covered enough so he did not see anything. You would be just fine.

With a decent outfit & regained confidence, you exited the bathroom & found Steve sitting at the edge of the bed, looking down at his hands where he shifted a small package between his fingers. His head snapped up when he heard your footsteps. You two exchanged a smile & it was then when you knew that your shamefaced encounter would not change the bond you shared. It was as if everything was the same old. And it was probably for the better.

“Was that why you needed something from me?” you gestured to the little box & Steve was brought back to reality. Right, there was a reason why he wanted to talk to you in the first place.

“Tony gave it to me right before we left.” he stood up & approached you with long steps. “Said it’d be more believable if you wore one.” Steve stretched out his hand so you could take the black package from him. With curious eyes & delicate fingers, you took it from him. Your eyebrows raised as your eyes met his but he only shrugged at you without giving you an actual explanation. Carefully, you uncapped the box & were shocked when you noticed the small, sparkling ring inside. The colors of the rainbow reflected in the diamond adorning the silver jewelry. It looked way too expensive for it to be a fake one.

“Tony wants me to wear an engagement ring?” you asked even though it was more than obvious. Maybe you just needed reassurance.

“Makes it more believable.” Steve repeated.

“It probably cost more than what I’ll earn in a lifetime.” you chuckled & closed the lid again.

“So you’re not gonna wear it?” he questioned cautiously. For a flicker, he turned insecure because maybe the reason why you refused to wear it was because you did not want people to believe he was your fiancé.

“Of course I’m gonna wear it! It’s stunning. Just…” you paused briefly & bit your bottom lip to contemplate your next words. “It’s expensive. I can’t risk losing it. I’ll put it on whenever we’re outta this room, though. I won’t be the one blowing our cover.” you assured & laughed because you were indirectly blaming Sam or Bucky to mess up. Steve silently agreed with you but did not say anything else as you situated the ring on the nightstand right next to the large bed. It was late, the moon already doing its job with providing a pleasant light that shone through the blinds & illuminated the gloomy suite. For tomorrow’s mission, you needed to be well-rested to fully function.

Steve insisted that you should occupy the bed on your own. He would be perfectly fine on the couch. The cushions of it were incredibly soft, Tony had paid a fortune after all, you still felt poorly for sleeping in the bed alone. Tomorrow would most likely bring him back pain. He was not the youngest soul, after all. Not that you would ever tell him. It was not meant as offending, though. If you were the one on the couch, your back would kill you as well. But you were too much of a coward to suggest that there was enough space for two people. That & you were scared that he did not even want to share in the first place. That could be an intelligible possibility. Your overthinking consumed quite a bit of time because when you heard Steve’s soft & even breaths, you knew that you were too late already. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe you could gain enough courage to ask him tomorrow. Why were you even so eager to have him beside you? What kind of question was that? You were very well aware why. The conversation you held with yourself in your mind came to an abrupt stop as exhaustion overcame & lulled you into a dreamless night.

Constant knocking stirred you awake. You groaned into your pillow because you were still tired but someone decided to shorten your rest. Assuming Steve was already up, you peeked over the blankets covering your body. You were right, he was opening the door. Appearing like he had not just got out of bed. Or off of the couch, in his case. Steve tried to be as quiet as possible, thinking that you were still passed out on the bed.

“G’morning.” you mumbled out & wiped your eyes with the back of your hands. Steve smiled at you. Right now, you looked cute. Pissed off because it was too early but that did not matter when you were all wrapped up in the blankets.

“Coffee?” he suggested & you immediately got into a sitting position at the mention of it. He had his answer then.

“Wait. What is this?” you gestured to the serving trolley Steve was pushing over to the bed. It was obvious what it was but you were bewildered because you did not expect him to order breakfast.

“Tony took our undercover mission very serious.” he shrugged, leaving the food next to you & wanting to grab a few things to eat by the table.

“No.” you shook your head & halted his movements. “I mean, come on. When was the last time you had breakfast in bed?” you patted the spot next to you. Steve paused for a second but after a short while of contemplation, he agreed & got seated on the mattress. Breakfast in bed. That itself would have been amazing but with Steve? It was almost as if a dream of yours got fulfilled. You needed to stop thinking that way. Undercover missions meant faking, pretending. Why were you struggling so much this time?

“I look like a bitch.” you commented once you got into your undercover outfit. Sam & Bucky were already in your suite & they complained about what a poor excuse their room was compared to yours.

“So what’s different?” Sam joked & earned a slap from you.

“First of all, if we don’t wear what Tony prepared for us, people will notice. And (Y/N)? You don’t look like a bitch, you’re good.” Steve commented & even though his words were not necessarily cute, they still did things to you.

“Woah, Steve. Nice ring you picked out there, pal.” Bucky spotted the diamond on your finger & could not help himself but tease you two about it.

“Could we all just focus on the mission?” funny thing that you were the one saying that. Considering that you probably struggled the most out of the four of you.

“Okay, got it. (Y/N) doesn’t look like a bitch but she acts like one.” Sam smirked & started sprinting through the suite when you took off to catch him. Steve & Bucky shook their heads & chuckled at your childish behavior. None of this was new, though. Things usually went that way when you were sent on a mission together.

“The signal comes from the back of this shop.” Steve whispered, all of you trying to stay undetected for the time being so you could discuss the plan further.

“It’s a pastry shop?” you pointed out & suddenly, three men were rolling their eyes at you. “What?”

“You expected something that sold knives?” Sam teased.

“Maybe, I don’t know.” you whisper-yelled.

“Sam, Bucky. You two enter the back while (Y/N) & I distract the guy.” Steve described your plan once more & you all nodded, each understanding their task. While you did not exactly know what you would do to grab the clerk’s attention, you were certain that you could think of something. Improvising was something you were skilled at, you simply hoped that Steve would not stand in the way.

“Welcome! What can I help y’all with?” the almost sweet voice of the man behind the counter was not what you would expect when you looked him up & down. At the same time, he really appeared out of place in a shop like that.

“Yes!” your enthusiasm, well fake-enthusiasm, was more than obvious & you wrapped your arms around Steve’s torso to get into character. “My fiancé & I are looking for some pies for our upcoming wedding.” Steve let you do the talking, his only response being a nod, underlined with a genuine smile.

“Ah, young love.” the guy clicked his tongue & shook his head slightly. “We have a variety of our best wedding cakes right here.” he pointed to a selection behind a class cabinet.

“No, no, no.” you contradicted. “We’d love to have pie at our wedding. I saw you have some delicious looking options over there.” you gestured to the other side of the shop.

“Pie at a wedding? Isn’t that a little unconventional?” the seller raised his eyebrows, seemingly suspicious & it looked like Steve noticed that as well.

“I think we’ll do fine with cak-“ but before he had the chance to finish, you nudged him with your elbow & shot him a look. “I’m sure your cake is great but pie reflects us better.” Steve corrected himself quickly once he realized what you were planning to do.

“Alrighty, then please follow me over there.” the place behind the counter was now free so Sam & Bucky had a clear path to enter. “Any preferences?”

“Anything, really.” you encouraged the man who opened the showcase. He was so busy with his task, Sam & Bucky had it easy to break in. The corners of your eyes spotted their figures. Now they just needed more time to successfully get the information you all needed.

“Can I ask y’all something?” the clerk spoke up after handing you yet another sample of pie. Truthfully, it was a dream come true. Spending time with Steve while eating pie after pie? If only you did not have to pretend. Did you pretend? Or did you fake to pretend? Your brain did not make sense anymore.

“Go for it.” Steve encouraged.

“You’re the first couple to ask for pie samples. What’s up with that?” the man asked curiously, no longer looking at you like you were suspicious but genuinely interested.

“Well.” Steve chuckled & you could not help but let your gaze flicker up to his face. “We are a very unusual couple. Pie at a wedding is unusual. It’s perfect.” while he spoke those last words, his eyes locked with yours & you could have sworn that time halted right then & there. But you had to snap out of it. For the sake of this mission. A look over the shop owner’s shoulder confirmed that you did not have to pretend too much longer. Sam & Bucky were already on their way out again, turning their heads in your direction to silently confirm that they were done. Successful? That you could not tell just yet.

A few minutes & another pie later, you looked at your watch on your wrist & gasped exaggeratingly.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Steve asked & you almost gasped again, though this time, it would have been for an entirely different reason.

“Um, it’s late, we need to head to the thing.” you were doing so well & now, at the end, you managed to slip.

“The thing?” Steve inquired & by the look on your face he could tell that you were overwhelmed & could not think of a proper excuse. “Oh, the fitting.” he quickly added, hoping nobody would ask which kind of fitting. Seemed like you two were lucky today.

“In that case…I’ll let y’all go. Do you want me to put the rest of the samples in a box for you to take home? That way you have more time to figure out which one to choose.” he reasoned & Steve & you nodded gratefully. Behind the counter, he worked quickly & handed you a paper bag in no time.

“Thanks, man. We’ll get back to you.” Steve waved, putting an arm over your shoulder as you exited the shop. The moment you were out, you could finally breathe again. Missions made you extremely nervous. Undercover missions such as this one, actually. During the others you were perfectly fine.

“Thanks for helping me out back in there.” you chuckled once you were out of sight.

“Pie? Really? Wouldn’t have surprised me if he just saw through us right away.” Steve said with a smile on his face. Good, so he was not mad at you.

“In my defense…The pies were at the other end of the shop so I helped Sam & Bucky.” you finished your sentence but it sounded as if you wanted to add something.

“And you love pie?” Steve did not even have to ask, he knew you well enough.

“And I love pie.” you repeated & laughed. Steve still had not let go of you, hugging you to the side of his body. You did not seem to mind so he kept continuing to hold you close.

Steve placed the paper bag on the small table right in the entrance area. Immediately, you went to the bathroom to rid yourself of that stupid outfit you had to wear & threw on something more comfortable. Once you exited, Sam was already in your suite. The four of you decided to have the meeting in your room because it was bigger & the others kind of wanted to move in with you.

“What’s in there?” Sam asked, pointing to the brown paper bag.

“Pie.” you simply answered without much thought. Sam hummed but did not say anything else. Steve & you were in the living room area, waiting for Bucky to show up so you could start discussing more about this mission. Specifically what they found out during their inspection. The creak of the door gained your attention & you looked up only to find Bucky entering. Your gaze then flickered to Sam who was hiding behind the door, pie in one hand, his free hand came to his mouth, telling you to be quiet. It all happened too fast, Bucky was in Sam’s sight & in an instant, there was a pie right in the super soldier’s face. Steve came right in time to watch the scene, his previous intention to greet his best friend completely forgotten now.

“Sam.” Bucky growled, way too quiet for your liking. But you could not focus on his warning right now. You glanced over your shoulder & noticed Steve’s almost sad expression. The only one who could not control his laughter was Sam. He was practically on the floor because he was laughing so hard. The only emotion running through you was anger.

“I. WANTED. TO. EAT. THAT.” you were seething & all three men turned their heads at your tone.

“Sorry?” Sam tried but you were having none of it.

“NO YOU’RE NOT!” you pretty much yelled.

“I’m gonna kill you.” Bucky whispered & Sam took that as his cue to run away, through that labyrinth of your suite. Bucky sprinted after him, leaving Steve to shake his head at their childish behavior.

“(Y/N)?” Steve’s voice was soft & yet it did nothing to calm you down. You really did love pie & you had been excited to eat the rest of it in bed tonight ever since you left that shop.

“WHAT?” you snapped back, only now realizing that it was not Steve’s fault. “I’m sorry.” you added almost inaudible.

“It’s fine.” he raised his eyebrows & opened his arms. You were not sure why but Steve wanted to hug you & you never declined one of his hugs. So you fell into his embrace, both of you silently knowing that this action was not because of a stupid pie. Though you had to admit that you were mad at Sam that you could not eat the rest anymore. This hug held a deeper meaning & for a few seconds, you let yourself enjoy it. Until a loud screech from the other room snapped you back into the present. Steve & you parted unwillingly. You had to, before Sam & Bucky ended up killing each other.

The four of you sat around the coffee table, you occupying the floor while the others each took a seat on the oversized couch. A pout was still very much present on your face. Yes, you were mad at Sam but you had other things, more important things, to deal with right now. Revenge could come later.

“So?” Steve was the one to speak up after nobody else made a move to do so.

“Sam & I managed to break in.” Bucky casually said as if you did not see that to begin with. That was the plan after all.

“But?” your tone was still harsh but you tried your hardest to push that aside.

“We couldn’t hack the system.” Sam finished. “That’s your specialty.”

“Okay, wait.” you closed your eyes briefly. “You wanna tell me that it took you what felt like an eternity to check out the back room only to sit here now & tell us that you couldn’t get the information?” you concluded with a loud sigh.

“In our defense…We know that we’re definitely looking at the right place.” Bucky commented, careful to not anger you any further.

“So what do you suggest?” Steve asked the two men.

“We’ll go there again tonight. All of us. (Y/N) here hacks the system & we’ll see what we can do after that.” Sam established the new plan & you nodded in understanding.

“I still hate you for wasting the pie on Bucky.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Sam chuckled though you knew he was not planning on keeping his promise.

“Alright, please go back to your room before I do something I might regret later.” you motioned for Sam & Bucky to leave & they did after arranging a time to meet again.

Since you had the brains in this group, it was an easy one for you to deactivate the security cameras without being seen. After that, you went on to the alarm system & turned it off as well. Which meant that you were free to go. It was the dead of the night, nobody was around. You could enter without a single soul watching you. Steve pushed his body weight against the back door. Once, twice. Until it opened.

“You do know that I could’ve picked the lock, right?” your voice made him spin around. It looked like he only now thought of that but he brushed it off, pretending that this was his plan & it worked out the way he wanted to. The room appeared rather normal. Nothing that caught your eye, nothing that was out of place. An office like you had seen multiple times. The computer was turned off so you changed that real quick, waiting for the screens to light up.

“Earlier today, it wasn’t protected by a password.” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah, dumbass. Because the computer was on already. Give me a second.” you opened various drawers to look for a sign as to what the password could possibly be. The others let you do your work, not daring to speak up to interrupt you. “There we go.” you found a small paper in between some notebooks. Not necessarily the safest place to keep secret things but you would not judge. The home screen showed up. Again, nothing special. Simply a picture of flowers. Weird for the guy who worked here but that was none of your concerns.

“And?” Steve broke the silence.

“There are some decrypted files…” you mumbled, sitting down on the office chair. This would take a bit longer, you assumed.

“Can you get access?” another question from Steve. At least the children were quiet for now.

“Of course I can.” you smiled triumphantly. “Give me a few minutes, though.” you were so focused on the screen, you did not see the others nodding. It was tough, you were not going to lie, but it was you who hacked into the system. You never failed with that.

“Huh.” you breathed out. Truthfully, you were overwhelmed with all the information you were receiving with one look only. Steve, Sam & Bucky each took a place behind you, staring at the screen curiously. “Guys? That’s…scary.” you chuckled uncomfortably.

“What is this?” Bucky mumbled quietly but since it was so silent in this room, everyone heard. This was way bigger than you initially thought. Once you made it back to your hotel, you needed to call Tony.

“(Y/N).” Steve shoved you away gently, taking the mouse in his hand to enlarge what caught his attention. You had to gulp at what you saw. What the hell were you doing on there? Steve’s muscles tensed, you could tell by one single look at him. It took a few deep breaths from your side until you started the process of transferring the information on your little flash drive. ”(Y/N).” Steve tried again, this time a bit louder.

“Yeah, I know.” you answered, ignoring your fast beating heart as much as it was possible. “I got everything, let’s head back.” it was clear that you wanted to leave this place behind & you were the first who made it out into the cool night air. Breathing worked easier out here.

“Hey, Tony.” by now, you were back in your hotel room, picking up your phone to call Tony once Steve went into the bathroom.

“(Y/N)! Successful?” he asked, already thinking that you finished this mission & started heading home.

“Not yet. Seems like this is bigger than we thought…” you trailed off at the end, not really wanting to explain what you found out.

“Bigger how? (Y/L/N), come on.” Tony urged & heard you sigh over the phone.

“It was at the back of the shop, that was correct. I hacked into the system & …it looks like it’s some sort of website where people can pay beforehand, assigning criminals for certain acts. It’s huge, Tony. Tons of people have an account & there are so many new assignments every minute…I’ll send you the data in a second, okay? We’ll check out the coordinates we found tomorrow. We think it could lead us to a very important member of this website. And maybe the guy from the shop has something to do with it, though I’m not sure which part he plays in all of that.” you left out a very significant detail & hoped he would not ask more questions.

“There’s something else.” he stated, knowing you better even though he could not read your body language like he usually did.

“That’s all. I promise we’ll finish this missi-“ your phone was taken from you but before you could complain about it, Steve continued the call with Tony.

“Someone instructed to eliminate (Y/N) because, & I quote, “She’s too pretty to be part of the Avengers”. That assignment was where we got the coordinates from. Means the guy from the shop probably manages all of that but he isn’t the one we’re looking for.” silence enveloped you two & you figured that Tony was talking on the other end. “Yeah, sure. That’s the top priority. We’ll work on that & you start looking into the website.” Steve ended the call & threw your phone on the mattress next to where you were sitting.

“What the hell, Steve?” you were furious because he acted differently. And not in a good way. The only response from him was a cold look. He then moved out to the balcony that was attached to your suite. It was unusual for him to be so distanced, especially when it came to you. And you were hesitant to follow him. Considering his body language, he was mad at you. Why? You had no idea. Did you do anything to piss him off? Your gaze fell to your hands in your lap. The diamond on your ring finger sparkled beautifully. You recalled how it felt to be next to Steve, in that small pastry shop where you ate pie after pie to pick the perfect one for your wedding. This was something that could never be. It was all pretending but why did it feel so real to you? Steve probably was not struggling as much as you were & you hated yourself for it.

A hand on his shoulder startled him. Steve eased when he found you standing next to him. The sun would begin rising soon but the both of you were not tired at all. Though the reasons were different. Steve’s mind was still occupied with the information that there was someone out there who paid an awful lot of money to have you eliminated. You, on the other hand, struggled with keeping your feelings buried. Your hands held onto the railing. The movement made Steve look down where the engagement ring was still adorning your hand. You had not taken it off yet. In fact, he only realized that now, you even wore it during your mission of breaking into the shop. Sam & Bucky did not comment on it & to Steve, it was almost…normal. But you did say you would not keep it on you unless you were outside, pretending to be engaged to him.

“What did I do?” your voice interrupted his racing thoughts.

“What?” Steve was confused that you believed you did something wrong.

“Ever since we got outta that shop, you’ve been distant & cold. Was it something I did?” you kept looking straight forward, not wanting to hold eye contact because you feared the worst. That you managed to mess up somehow & Steve was angry at you.

“You didn’t do anything.” his body faced yours & you could practically feel his eyes on you. His intense stare made your breath hitch up.

“You sure about that?” finally, you turned around. Your bodies were almost touching, you underestimated the distance between you two.

“You act as if you don’t care.” his statement had you furrow your eyebrows. He rolled his eyes but continued anyway. “Someone paid a huge amount of money. To have you killed. And here you are, pretending that it doesn’t matter. It’s something you’re really good at, huh? Pretending.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” your voice raised slightly but you still wanted to keep it down, you were outside, everyone could hear your conversation.

“See? You’re doing it again.” Steve called you out. “We found that piece of information by accident.”

“I’m aware.” you arms went to hug yourself. A distraction that barely did its job.

“So your life means nothing to you.” his words were harsh. And if you were honest, they hurt. A lot.

“I never said that.” you hated how your voice wavered. How you could not appear to be the strong woman right now.

“You act like it, though.” with each word he said, your heart broke a little more. If only he knew. “I understand. This whole pretending thing is something you’re good at. This mission showed that much. But this is real, (Y/N). So, for a second, stop pretending & act like you care!”

“STOP!” you yelled out of breath. Instinctively, Steve took a step back, eyes wide by your sudden outburst. “Just stop.” this time, you spoke it much softer. Your gaze flickered to the ground, head hanging low.

“I’m sorr-“ Steve was interrupted.

“I said stop.” you repeated. “Steve, we’re on a mission. We’re supposed to put a stop to this shit. None of this has anything to do with me pretending to be your fiancée or me pretending that I don’t give a damn about my life.”

“Are you sure about that?” he emphasized. One hand went to the diamond on your finger & slipped it off. You made a fist around it, though it was not with a lot of pressure. You did not intend to damage the ring.

“I might be good at pretending but I’m no professional.” you admitted. Steve grew more & more confused. He did not know you were talking about the fact that you were not pretending to be engaged to him. To you, it felt natural, it felt good. Right now, though, you did pretend that none of this faced you. But Steve could not tell the difference.

“Can I be honest with you?” he waited until your eyes met his.

“Go ahead.” you waved your hand for him to continue.

“I was cold towards you because once we found out about that, you didn’t say anything about it. And I can’t believe that you just don’t care about it. About your life. I can’t. You don’t have to pretend when you’re with me, you know that. We’re not engaged right now. No undercover mission. You & me. So please be honest with me.” he took your hands into his & you did not flinch back. The touch grounded you but it was no lie that you were having a hard time to be completely honest with him.

“Why do you care so much?” maybe not the smartest thing to ask. Steve’s reaction was proof enough. He let go of your hands, turned his back towards you & let out a breathless laugh. His hands raised to his hair, messing it up in the slightest. Seconds ticked by but it felt like hours until he spun around once more.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” it seemed like that confession made the both of you stop dead in your tracks. It was not the first time Steve said those words but his tone differed from the previous ones. Still, chances were high he addressed your friendship with that. Because you were friends. Simple friends. “Say something.” he grew desperate when you did not reply.

“I-I don’t know what you want me to say. That I love you, too? You know that, Steve.” your words were steady, calculated. It was too soon to get your hopes up.

“How far do I have to go for you to realize that I want you?” he approached you, hesitancy in his steps. “Didn’t it feel natural to you when we acted like a couple? Because, I can’t keep that up anymore, I can’t. Tell me you don’t feel the same & I’ll back off. We can forget this right now, we don’t have to talk about it anymore. But if you-“ his speech was cute but you had to be close to him now that he finally confessed that there was more between you two. You cupped his cheeks & pulled him in to kiss him. Steve was shocked at first but it did not take him too long until his hands rested on your waist, tightening his grip on you. After parting, Steve kept his forehead against yours. Both of you had your eyes closed, breathing the same air. You imagined this exact moment more than once. But never before had it played out like that. Not that you were complaining, your feelings were finally out there.

“You were wrong, you know?” as much as you enjoyed the silence, there was still something you wanted him to know.

“Wrong about what?” he opened his eyes to look at every feature of you. Because it was no longer forbidden, he was allowed to do that now.

“I didn’t pretend while we were in the shop pie tasting.” you admitted, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips. “I faked pretending, if that makes sense…But, after I saw the bounty on my head, I started pretending.” he nodded at you, squeezing your waist once to encourage you to keep talking. “Steve? I’m scared.”

“It’s okay.” Steve’s arms went around your shoulders, pulling you close once again. His chin on your head. If only that could dispose of all of your worries. The only thing he could do was letting you hold onto him.

Steve did not sleep on the couch that night. Not because he did not want to but because you insisted to have him close. It was not the first time you two shared a bed. Sometimes, when missions did not allow you anything else, you ended up next to each other. Tonight felt different, better. Because there was no longer a weight on your heart. Were you two in a relationship already? Maybe you had been for some time but the two of you were too oblivious to notice. There was enough time to label whatever this was as soon as this mission was over. Your focus should solely be on this mission. Tons of lives depended on it. Yours included.

“You’re stubborn. Do you know that?” the next morning came sooner than you would have liked. No time for cuddling in bed, no time for breakfast. Two hours of sleep was all you got. But you had never felt this rested in your entire life. The reason was a certain super soldier. Not that you would ever admit that.

“Would I have chickened out if I didn’t know they were after me? No. I can handle myself.” Steve suggested for you to stay behind because they were looking for you. It could bring on unnecessary danger & he obviously needed you to be safe.

“But we know now.” Steve tried reasoning but it was useless, you already made your decision.

“Right. So it’s time to put a stop to it. Come on, Sam & Bucky are waiting for us.” you were out of the door before Steve found enough time to argue with you.

The drive to the coordinates was tense. Not even the kids in the back were joking around. Possibly because this mission turned into something way more hazardous. The situation between Steve & you was the same. Hence why nobody commented on it. After all, you pretty much confessed before there was an actual confession. Therefore, it was the same old. The only difference was your gut feeling that did not give you a hard time anymore. That was not entirely true. You had a bad gut feeling but for another reason.

“That’s the house?” you gestured to the building after the car came to a stop.

“This is it.” Steve confirmed.

“I don’t know why I expected some sort of villa.” Bucky commented while glancing out of the window.

“Maybe that would be too obvious. I mean, we do know that they receive the money beforehand, right? And I’m sure that the order to eliminate me wasn’t his first one.” you spotted Steve tensing up when you talked about that assignment. Your hand squeezed his shoulder & you hoped that your smile was convincing enough. You were alright & you would be after this mission. With Steve, Sam & Bucky on your side, you had nothing to fear. If push came to shove, they would go out of their ways to keep you safe.

“Steve?” Sam spoke up. “You know we need him alive, right?”

“Of course.” Steve nodded though his mind was contemplating going further than that. Unfortunately, you still had to figure out who was the one to assign this to the criminal. Tony was onto that, checking if there was more to find out about that anonymous account who paid the money. “A few punches won’t kill him.”

It was the break of dawn & the neighborhood was completely empty. The silence inside the car was interrupted by Steve’s sign to make a move. All of you stayed close together, you were not about to make the same mistake people did in horror movies. Besides, you felt safer with them around. A noise made you spin around. It was coming from down the hallway. Steve took the lead, you right behind him. Sam & Bucky trailing behind after you. A gun was clutched in your hand but you were not intending to use it today. Hopefully there was no need to. Steve shot you a look over his shoulder, silently telling you to be prepared. When he pushed the door open with his body weight this time, you did not tease him about it like you did when you broke into the back of the pastry shop the other night. The sight you were met with was…unexpected. There was a man sitting behind his computer. The room smelled like drugs. A mixture of multiple things you could not identify & did not even want to.

“Woah, you’re the Avengers.” he slurred his words. So he was drunk as well. “Hey, I’m supposed to kill you.” he pointed at your figure & instinctively, Steve stepped in front of you. Shielding your body with his.

“You sure that’s our guy?” Sam leaned closer to you & whispered. Your shoulders shrugged & you pointed over to the desk where a name tag was proudly displayed. Seemed like he was not the smartest guy if he used the same name for his account on that website. Your heartrate slowed down because you knew you were not in danger. Not right now. Steve approached the man, coming to a halt mere inches away from him. His hand balled into a fist & after one punch in the guy’s face, he was on the floor, unconscious.

“Huh.” you breathed out. “That was almost too easy.”

“Yeah, if we forget about the website where thousands of people assign offenders every single day.” Bucky was right, of course. You stumbled across something way bigger. Hopefully Tony had good news once you returned.

The police was called. They inspected the room & that guy really was everything but intelligent. He horded a file full of his assignments. He would not see the sunlight again, that much was sure. Steve & you waited outside, leaning on the hood of the car. Sam & Bucky were busy talking to the officers.

“Hey.” you started & nudged Steve with your elbow. “Is it appropriate to thank that asshole?”

“What for? For wanting to kill you?” he answered with furrowed eyebrows.

“No.” you chuckled. “But…if it were not for him, we wouldn’t have confessed.”

“There was a possibility that he was dangerous. Maybe we just caught him at a bad time.” Steve mumbled the last part.

“Let’s not worry about that, alright? I’m fine. See?” you gestured to your body, a big smile adorning your features.

“I know.” he nodded but it was obvious that he was still careful about this entire situation.

“I love you.” that seemed to do the job. His eyes met yours, his expression less tense & softer.

“I know that, too.” he smirked when you playfully slapped his chest.

“Steve, you ruined a very roman-“ his lips were on yours before you could finish your complaint. Steve was aware what he was doing, because he smiled into the kiss which caused you to giggle.

“I love you, too.” his lips still ghosted over yours. You could feel as his words left them. “Romantic enough?”

“I’m sure you can do better.” you pulled away & winked at him, moving away to join Sam & Bucky. Steve’s eyes followed your body & he shook his head at you. Yes, he did love you. A lot. And he was already planning how to make his next move even more romantic.

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Lifeline - Part 3

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: ~2100

Warnings: Mentions of fire

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

After much convincing from Carol and Nat the other day, you decided to go to the firehouse to meet this Steve face to face. It wasn’t unusual for you to stop by the firehouse, but you thought making a batch of your mom’s to die for chocolate chip cookies would give you more of a motive. You didn’t want to go, but it would shut Nat and Carol up for a while.

Walking into Station 107 Fire and Rescue’s garage, your eyes traveled to the second story loft overlooking the ambulance and the trucks. It was a cozy, warm space that had all the amenities of home. On one side of the loft was the kitchen with barn red walls, modern cabinets, and a huge fridge. On the other side was a living room filled with oversized couches, a flatscreen connected to a gaming system, and a pool table. A dining table sat in the middle separating both spaces in the large open area while exposed wooden beams hung from the ceiling. There was a hallway that led to the two dormitories towards the back of the compound. And below the loft were their lockers, gear storage, showers, and a small gym.

A guy jumping out of one of the trucks makes you stop in place. He had broad, muscular shoulders and a small waist any girl would want to wrap their arms around. You knew everyone at this firehouse, so you could only suspect this man to be Steve. He shot you a quick glance your way, noticing the ever-growing stubble on his face, before closing the truck door and coming over to you. Nat and Carol were right; he was a good looking fella. He was someone you could’ve easily fallen for, but you didn’t think like that anymore. Hell, back then, you would’ve already had your kid's names picked out without even saying two words to him.

“Hi ma’am, can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow, wiping his hands on a rag.

“Is Thor around?”

“Oh, ah, you didn’t hear,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this--” he ran his hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at you “--but he passed away last week on a call saving a kid.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” you gasped, shaking your head. You covered your hand over your mouth to hide the smile appearing on your face. Steve had no idea who you were, so might as well play a little game.

“I’m sorry. Afraid not, ma’am,” he sighed. “It was a shock to us all.”

“Then, what about the baby?” You placed your hand on your stomach. “Am I going to have to do this on my own?” You glanced back up at him, and his eyes went wide, not sure how to answer this.

“A baby?” You covered your hands over your face and let out a fake sob. “I’m sorry, ma’am. He...um...he didn’t die. It’s a thing he wants all of us to say to the girls who come looking for him.”

You uncover your eyes, staring at him for a brief moment until you shake your head at your brother’s orders. “He told you to tell them this? That he died?”

“Yes?” he said, coming out more like a question than a statement.

“Poor girls, well not all poor because they should’ve known better,” you sighed, letting out an annoyed breath. “I’m going to have to talk to my asshole brother for this.”

“Wait...uh...are you YN?”

“Yes. Do I know you?” You narrowed your eyes at him, eyeing him over.

“Yeah...I mean no...at least not officially, but you helped me like a week or so ago on a call.”

“Sorry, I take like two hundred calls a shift sometimes. It’s hard to remember which one is which sometimes.” You shrugged, trying to not make it come off too obvious that you knew the one he was referring to.

“Right, sorry. It was the call with the electric pool. You told me to use…”

“..the hose and pulled her across,” you finished. “Oh right, right. That must make you Fireman Rogers, then.” You held out your hand, and he shook it with his cleaner hand.

“Please, call me Steve.” You nodded. “It was a great idea you came up with. You’re a real hero.”

“Ahh...thanks. It comes with the territory,” you answered, rubbing your hands together. “We try to save as many as we can, sometimes that doesn’t mean everyone, but we got to try, right.”

“Absolutely,” he nodded, eyeing you over. “Thor went to grab groceries with Val, but you’re more than welcome to wait upstairs in the loft.” He pointed over his shoulder before resting his hands on his belt, making his biceps double in size.

“No, it’s okay. I have to get to work, but I’ll give these to you.” You hand him the container, and he opens it, licking his lips. “Made them yesterday and figured I would drop a container off here since Thor was eyeing them.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled, snapping the lid back on. “They look good.”

“I would try at least one because they go pretty darn fast.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.” He nodded, holding up the container to you. “It was nice meeting you, YN.”

“You too, Steve.”

“WHOA, YN! Is that you girl,” Sam shouted from the balcony. “What are you doing here?”

“Dropping off some cookies,” you shouted back, covering your hands around your mouth.

His eyes widened, sprinting to one of the staircases on the side of the loft. He came up behind Steve and yanked the container out of Steve’s hands. Steve narrowed his eyes, watching Sam open it and take a big whiff of them.

“Man, Steve, you don’t know what you just gave up? I ain't sharing these with nobody.” He opened the container, grabbed a cookie out, and took a bite out of it, letting out a satisfied sound. Steve tried to grab one, but Sam shut the lid on his fingers. “Nope!” He shot daggers at Steve, but then he looked back at you with a gap-tooth grin on his face. “Thank you, YN, you’re the best.”

“Sam, you should at least give Steve one, since he has never had them before.”

“I guess you do have a point there.” He pointed his cookie at you, then at Steve before taking another bite, mulling over the idea. “Fine, just one…well half of one.”

Steve slowly reached in and grabbed half of a cookie and took a bite. His eyes shot to you, and he nodded his head. “Wow, these are incredible.”

“Thanks.” You shot him a small smile. “I should get going, but I will see you, gentlemen, later.”

“Safe travels, YN,” Sam waved.

“Have a good day at work,” Steve added with a side smirk.

You turned around and started for the door only to see Carol walk in. Upon seeing you, Carol’s mouth twitched into a knowing smirk as her eyes drifted from you and Steve.

“I see you came and checked out the new transfer,” Carol winked, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“No,” you replied. “I dropped off some cookies.”

“Good cover.” she nodded. “What do you think?”

“Yeah, sure, he seems nice, but I am..”

“...not looking for a relationship...yatta yatta yatta,” she finished for you. “It doesn’t have to be a relationship, you know.”

“Wow. Yup, you went there.”

“Of course I did, besides the way his eyes are traveling over you tells me he would be ready to mingle with you.”

You peeked over your shoulder, noticing he wasn’t even looking at you. He was still talking to Sam, but his eyes flashed to yours for a brief moment. You turned back to Carol and narrowed your eyes at her.

“Well look at that, now he knows you're interested.” She teased, making you scoff. “Peace out.” She patted you on the shoulder, walking past you. You watch her retreat past Sam and Steve, grabbing the cookies from Sam, forcing a frown to his features.

Steve watched you walk out the door and popped the other half of the cookie into his mouth. He dusted the cookie crumbs on his pants, and Sam punched Steve on the bicep. “Ow, man. What was that for?”

“She’s cute, right?” Sam asked, shooting him a wink.

“Yeah, smart, too,” he nodded, turning around to head up to the loft with Sam. “Does she know everyone in the firehouse?”

“She sure does.” Sam nodded. “YN moved here about three months ago. I know it had something to do with her ex, but I didn’t want to pry. Not my business, but she showed up in a very fragile state.” Sam shook his head at the memory.

“She doesn’t seem that way now,” Steve added, catching the glint in Sam’s eye.

“Yeah, she’s getting better, man. Thor got her a job, and she always comes by bringing cookies when she can. She’s the best.” Sam smirked. “Why are you interested in Thor’s sister?” He nudged Steve in the arm.

“What...no...I was just curious.”

“Okay, we’ll call it that for now,” Sam grinned, showing off the gap in his teeth.

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Steve sat on the couch re-reading one of his favorites. He glanced up, shaking his head to see Sam and Bucky bickering about who ate all the peanut butter but put the empty container back in the cabinet.

“The strongest firefighter has returned bearing groceries,” Thor announced, walking up the steps with both his arms full of groceries. “Two trips are for the weak.”

“We get it, Blondie,” Valkyrie grumbled behind him, carrying groceries as well.

“Did you get more peanut butter?” Sam asked, giving Bucky the stink eye.

“Yes,” Val replied. “But, you can only have it if you help put groceries away.”

It was like a silent ritual, gathering around and helping put groceries away. It was also the chance to see what they would be eating for the next week or a few days, depending on how long it would last. Everyone always put in a request to what they wanted, but depending who was on groceries for the week would determine if they were nice enough to pick it up.

“Here’s Steve’s old man food,” Sam smirked, handing him his oatmeal. Steve couldn’t hide his small smirk as he grabbed it and put it in the cupboard.

“At least I’m not eating your peanut butter.”

“What the hell, Steve?” Bucky narrowed his eyes. “I thought you were on my side for this.”

“I’m not getting in the middle of it,” Steve held up his hands as he continued to put groceries away.

“Thor, again. Why all the Poptarts?” Sam asked, pulling three boxes from one of the bags.

“New flavors, duh!”

“You know Thor loves his Poptarts; honestly, I think they taste like cardboard,” Val remarked, pulling out her energy drinks.

“No, they don’t! You're being ridiculous. They have the same flavor as the box says. You want a hot fudge sundae without the brain freeze; have a Poptart. Want s'mores, but don’t want the sticky mess; have a Poptart. It’s crazy the amount of flavors they have.” He looked down at a box with a child-like smile on his face.

“A woman stopped by looking for you,” Steve added, shutting one of the cabinet doors.

“Did you give her the usual charade?” Thor asked, folding the reusable grocery bags.

“About how you passed away saving a child in the fire?”

“Dude, why are you still going on with that charade? It’s awful,” Bucky added, only to get ignored.

“Raging fire, did you say raging fire?” Steve nodded. “Good man,” Thor grinned, pointing his finger at him. “How’d she take it?”

“She was upset but doesn’t know what to do about the baby now.” Thor’s mouth dropped open. “She’s in the bathroom now.”

“Told you to keep that sword in your pants, pirate angel,” Val grunted, hitting him on the bicep.

“Ow...well, I’m sorry, Val,” Thor shouted with sarcasm. “What you...you just let her stay? What did she look like?”

Carol came out of the bathroom, and Thor stared at her. “What?” Everyone started laughing, forcing Thor to chuckle along and shake his head.

“Haha, you guys got me. Hilarious you guys, really.”

“Your sister did stop by though,” Steve said, opening a bag of blueberries.

“Was she okay? What did she say?” Thor rushed out. All the giddiness from his eyes changed to something more serious.

“Um, nothing serious, dropped off some cookies. There on the counter next to all the other tokens of appreciation and cards we get from people.” Steve pointed over his shoulder.

“Ooooo, yes.” He rubbed his hands together, going over to grab one, but took the lid off, lifting the empty container upside down. “Really? Come on, she’s my sister. I deserved at least one.”

“Well, she must like us better,” Sam mentioned, taking a bite of the last cookie.

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 3. She finally met Steve officially, but will this put a stop to Nat and Carol pestering her? Only time will tell...haha! Any guesses on who is eating Sam’s peanut butter? Do you think it’s Bucky or someone else? And I thought it felt necessary to give a little nod to the first Thor, and have his choice of snack be Poptarts...haha! And finally, the whole layout of this firehouse is very similar to Station 118 firehouse on the show 9-1-1. I just love the whole loft and rustic flair to it, but you can imagine it however you want!! Any who, thanks for reading, comments always welcome!

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Gym and Paperwork

Anonymous asked: Some good old fashioned teasing from the rest of the avengers toward u n Steve Maam 🥺

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Steve Rogers x Reader (Fluff) Warnings: sex jokes and swearing Word Count: 1k

When you grasped onto Steve’s hand, squeezing it as he glanced at you affectionately, you heard Bucky holler, “Get some!” You instantly dropped Steve’s hand, frowning back to him as he turned around and shook his head at Bucky. It’s been happening so often now, whenever you or Steve showed any sign of love to each other ever since the two of you admitted to being in a relationship, someone would speak up. It was always someone from the team, always teasing you two.

Bucky was the most annoying teaser. He had managed to wedge into any romantic conversation you and Steve had. If you even told Steve he looked good today, Bucky was right there to mock you two. Then there was Tony. Fucking heck, he was so irritating. He’d play cheesy romantic music when you and Steve went to his lab and wiggle his eyebrows to the both of you.

Sam as well, always managed to annoy Steve the most. You could see why; Sam was the one that Steve spent the most time with other than you and Bucky. It was hilarious to see him come back to the Compound after his run with Sam with a mopey frown.

Wanda and Natasha had the same teasing mode when they saw you and Steve. You found theirs the silliest but kindest. Wanda would slowly hum a wedding song, while Natasha would talk about her favorite romantic movies and compare the characters to you both. Peter didn’t ever tease you though. He was a bit nervous when he was near Steve, even though they were both almost as equally strong.

Today was a relaxed day. You had just gotten out of bed and showered and ate breakfast with Steve. When you glanced over to Bucky, he winked cheekily to the two of you, “You guys got some plans today?” He questioned.

“I’ve got to go work out. My leg’s a bit sore from a week ago but I think it’s okay if I start exercising again.” You answered, shrugging back as he bit into his toast. Steve glanced down to your leg worriedly, before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll join you. Don’t want you pushing yourself.” He mumbled next to your ear. You smiled back to him, wanting to reply but you got interrupted again.

“In the gym or the bedroom?” Another voice popped up. It was Sam this time and you groaned in return. Steve bit back his smile, finding it funny but Bucky took it a step further once again.

“Or both? Actually – wait I don’t want to know; I’ll just hear it later.” You narrowed your eyebrows at Bucky. He always made fun of you and Steve having sex, and it made you want to punch him. Sex with Steve wasn’t loud… outside the room. All the bedrooms are soundproof, Bucky was just being dumb again.

As Natasha walked into the room, you grinned happily to her. “Help me, that boy is teasing us again.” You pointed over to Bucky with raised eyebrows. He let out a playful scoff as Steve started to chuckle at your shenanigans. Natasha rolled her eyes back to Bucky, murmuring an insult to him in another language as you glanced back to Steve.

“Do you have paperwork to do today?” You asked him as he took ahold of your hand again. Steve nodded back to you, thinking about the surveillance footage he needed to review and write out.

“Yeah, I’ll do it after your work out.” He responded as Sam interrupted the two of you again, while Bucky and Natasha started bickering with each other.

“Can you be more obvious? Why are you talking about sex here and now in front of everyone! You know what paperwork means don’t you?” Sam lectured Steve, shaking his head in fake disappointment. You shook your head before letting go of Steve’s hand.

“Babe – instead of arguing with everyone, how about we go to the gym and do paperwork?” Your question caught the attention of everyone in the room now and Natasha cleared her throat.

“Woah, very direct, I like it.” Her words made you smirk, and Steve’s face went pink as he realized what you were suggesting now, even though he knew it was a joke. He watched as Bucky took in a deep breath, ready to blast his nonsense at you and Steve.

“You can’t use the gym! I’ve got to use that today. Just go use the laundry room like you always do.” Bucky blurted out and your eyes went wide in shock. You didn’t realize he knew- they all knew. Sam laughed, nodding along with Bucky.

“Yeah, just make sure not to get any of the clean clothes dirty again.” He added along and Steve shook his head, ready to leave this nonsense. You bid a quick goodbye to Natasha, watching as she nodded respectfully back to you from Bucky and Sam’s words.

Steve followed you as you rushed out the room, heading around to the gym. You pushed the door open with a groan, “When is there going to be another couple in the team? I can’t deal with all their teasing.” Your irritations were shared with Steve, but he didn’t speak, instead he locked the door, and put a hand on your shoulder.

You grinned when you turned around, seeing his face was still a bit pink. “Stevie babe, what’s wrong?” You asked, humming softly and stepping closer to him. He let out a chuckle, letting his hand drift up to your face.

“Gym and paperwork? Is that sex? Or actually gym and paperwork?” He mumbled back to you, smile widening as you raised your eyebrows to him momentarily.

“It’s sex, babe. If you want it. You can help me stretch my leg out again?” You responded instantly, whispering before his lips smashed down against yours. You giggled slightly against them, before responding and tugging him closer to you by wrapping an arm around his back, stumbling back to the mats.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #avengers fanfiction #thank you for sending this in!#love y'all!#kidney9-9

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sestra-inestro · 4 years

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Brat

Summary: Enemies to lovers fuck-buddies?

Pairings: fem!short!reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: 18+ smut, manhandling, a fuck load of swearing, violence, also kind long.

A/N: Just before y’all read anything, take note: JUNE IS NOT AN OC! Do not comment and message me telling me what not to tag on my stories. Read the description on my Main Masterlist to save yourself some unwanted opinions. Unless it is specified, like this fic is for example, June is not female, white, black, curly-haired, bald, short or tall and is up to interpretation. See it as if you were playing June in the movies/TV shows, you are June. Don’t like it? Don’t read it. There's plenty of Y/N fics. If you have something you want specifically mentioned then you request it, otherwise, you keep your thoughts on how I should tag my stories to yourself. Rant over.

To say you hated each other perfectly summed up your relationship with James Buchanan Fucking Barnes. Ever since he joined the Avengers he has had it out for you. But lately? All communication between you two was a screaming match and dirty looks.

“You’re such a fucking asshole!” You yelled at him. Your scowl was starting to hurt your face but every time you looked at him you couldn’t help but snarl.

“Says you. You just had to fucking be in the wrong position. I saved your fucking life.” He pointed at you.

“I didn’t need you to save my life.” You threw your arms up. “I had a plan!”

“A shit plan that you didn’t even alert us about!”

“I told you I fucking had it and to stay put!”

Steve, Sam, Clint, and Natasha watched from the kitchen as you two screamed back and forth. Wanda walked in and sighed at the commotion.

“Are they still arguing?” She sighed as she sat down.

“Yeah.” Steve took a sip from his beer and continued to watch them.

“What about this time?” Wanda asked.

“Tony asked if they could hang a picture up on the wall above the TV. Bucky held the ladder while June climbed it.” Steve explained. A simple task that they can’t even get through without arguing.

“It was like death-wobble city. They were yelling at each other and then the ladder fell. I think he accidentally hurt her when he caught her.” Clint said as he, also, took a sip of his beer.

“Fuck you, Barnes! You did nothing but fucking injure me!” You screamed at him.

“Yep.” Sam sighed.

“You think they’ll ever get along?” Wanda asked them.

“Yeah. They just need to fuck.” Natasha said, carelessly.

Everyone turned away from your bickering with Bucky and looked at Nat. She looked around at the shocked faces.

“What?”

“What did you just say?” Steve questioned her.

“I said they just need to fuck.” Nat shrugged.

“Really?” Wanda looks back towards you both, still bickering.

“Yep.” Nat leaned forward to explain her theory. “All that pent up anger is directed at each other. Clearly, fighting and arguing is not helping thy situation, only making it worse. If they get physical and hurt each other, that could just make them hate each other more.” She gestured to you both. “If they tire each other out by fucking, they let out all that pent up anger, and are taking out on each other.” Nat leaned back in her seat and raised her beer. “They just need to fuck.”

Clint hooted and clinked his beer bottle with hers.

Steve rolled his eyes while Sam and Wanda considered it to be a good idea and nodded.

“Cap, set that up.” Clint spoke.

Steve’s head snapped towards him. “Why me?”

“Because you set up the missions.” Clint explained. “Give them one that’s bound to make them fuck.”

Steve groaned. “Can you please stop saying that?”

“It’s a way of life, Steve.” Nat shrugged. “It’ll get them both off their rage kicks and out of their dry spells. There will be a lot less of this,” she pointed to where you both were now walking away from each other but still throwing up middle fingers at each other. “And more of this.” She made a sex gesture with her hands.

“Oh, god.” Steve groaned again and ran his hands over his face.

He definitely would love to see you both shut up and be nice to one another just once.

“Fine. But if this doesn’t work, I’m sending you all on a three-month mission with them both.”

“Who are you talking about?” You asked, entering the kitchen with a sour face.

“No one.” They all said at the same time, avoiding eye contact and drinking their beers.

You woke up completely unbothered today. You were going on a mission for a few weeks, which means you’d be away from Bucky for a while. Peace and quiet for a while. You had your duffel bag thrown over your shoulder as you marched onto the quinjet. You threw your bag in the luggage area before taking a seat at the pilots’ seat, strapping in and waiting for your teammate. You still didn’t know who you paired with but you didn’t care.

Setting up the flight controls and logging in the location, you pulled on the headset just as someone stomped onto the jet

You turned your head and annoyance ran through your body. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You groaned and leaned back in the seat.

“Oh fuck off.” Bucky grumbled upon seeing you.

He threw his bag to the luggage area and trudged over to the co-pilot’s seat and you punched the numbers on the control panel, calling Steve.

“Hey, you haven’t left yet?” Steve answered.

“No, Steve. What the fuck?” You said exasperated through the speaker.

“Yeah, what the fuck? You paired me with her? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bucky butted in.

“First of all, stop swearing at me.” You just knew Steve was holding up a finger. “Second of all, you two need to get over whatever childishness is going on and just fucking put up with it.” You and Bucky both leaned back from the speaker in shock at his words.

“Get the mission done, and don’t come back until you two can act like mature adults.” Steve hissed and hung up.

You and Bucky sat in silence and shock for a second.

He was right, you and Bucky had been fighting a lot worse than usual lately. You couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as each other and now you had to go on an undercover mission together.

This was going to be shit.

You sighed before powering up the jet and closing the hanger doors.

“Fine.” You mumble to yourself.

Bucky pulls on his headset and you two ignore each other the entire ride.

Once you landed, you both grabbed your bags and headed to the hotel that had been set up by Nat.

“Two rooms under Rushman.” You said to the clerk.

He checks the computer and frowns. “Sorry, there’s only one room booked.”

You frowned at him. “No there should be two.”

“I’m sorry but there’s only one registered under Rushman.”

You groaned.

“Well is there any other rooms available?” You felt like you were going to die.

“Sorry. All our other rooms are occupied.” The clerk offered you the keys to the room.

“For fuck sake.” Bucky grumbled before grabbing his bag from the ground and you snatched the key card from the clerk’s hand.

He flinched at your harsh movement and frowned at you.

Despite your frustration towards him, he wishes you a good night as you follow Bucky to the room.

You walked up to the room and unlocked it quickly, the sooner you can get in the sooner it’s over.

Opening the door, you sigh. “At least there are two beds.”

“Yeah, god forbid I have to share a bed with you.” Bucky pushes passed to enter the room and you throw the bird to his back.

He went straight to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

You moved to the bed furthest away from the front door and started unpacking your stuff. You brought minimal products, keeping your luggage to the undercover clothing you need, weapons, your uniform, and pajamas.

You quickly got into your pajamas and slipped into the bed, turning away from the bathroom.

A few moments after, Bucky opened the bathroom door, dressed in his sleep clothing.

“Aren’t you going to shower?” He questioned as soon as he saw you already in bed.

“No.” You mumbled.

Bucky huffs in return and shuts off the lights you hear his rustling bed covers before silence, letting you finally drift off the sleep.

The next day you woke up before Bucky and decided to make the most noise you could. You knew he would be able to hear you when you got up, so to annoy him further you slammed doors, threw your bag and turned up your phone so the notifications echoed through the room.

You were showered and typing away on the Stark Laptop obnoxiously when Bucky finally growled and threw back his blankets.

“Are you just trying to piss me the fuck off?” Bucky glared at you with disheveled hair and the grumpiest face you’ve ever seen.

“If I am it looks like it’s working.” You said, unbothered by his mood and still looking at the laptop.

“Fucking bitch.” He mumbled under his breath before marching to the bathroom and slamming the door.

The rest of the day consisted of you both ignoring each other until it was time to go to work.

You stepped out of the bathroom in a flowing cream-white dress that ruched down the sides and led the slit down the side of your leg with little sparkles through all the fabric, your figure curved as it was all held together with a bodysuit underneath. Your heels complimented your dress and legs so much that Bucky couldn’t help but stare at you as you collected your faked invitation from your bed.

You turn to look at him dressed in his dress shirt, dress pants, and a tux jacket. You couldn’t help but think he was actually very hot in his clothing, and you also noticed him staring at your body.

You smirked. “See something you like, Barnes.”

Bucky looks up to your eyes quickly as he knows he’s caught and screws up his face. “Just surprised you can actually look like a lady.”

“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows. “Well, fuck being a lady. You’re no gentleman either.” You shouldered him as you walked passed him.

He begrudgingly followed you out the door to the hire flashy car to take you to the party.

You both sat in a high tension silence until you arrived at the party.

It was a big mansion filled with fancy people. You don’t know why Tony couldn’t be sent for this. It’s basically his scene. The driver opened both of your doors and Bucky walked around to your side and offered his arm.

The charade is on and you both walk up the entry stairs and presented your faked invitations. The clerk nodded and opened the door for you both.

With your hand woven around Bucky’s arm, you both enter to see many people mingling and holding little champagne glasses of bubbly.

“I see our guy.” You say as you swipe a glass from a passing tray. A guy amongst the crowd people that stood out with his white hair was smiling and drinking while conversing.

“Okay,” Bucky said as you broke apart. The earpiece keeping you connected. “I’ll get behind him to stay near.”

“Approaching target.” You confirmed.

You put on your best salutary saunter over to him, holding your glass in your hand and doing your best to capture his eyes.

And it worked.

He spotted you on your way over to him and turned his attention to you.

“Why, hello there beautiful.” He looked down to you as you reached him, offering you a wide grin. His white hair almost blinded you as it shone it the lights.

“Hello, handsome.” You said in a low voice. You heard Bucky grunt at your words but you ignore him.

“I don’t recall ever meeting you. I know I would definitely remember you.” His eyes traveled down your body.

“Well,” You jutted out your hip and rested on it. “I guess that gives you the opportunity to get to know me all over again.” You ran your finger over his shoulder and gave him your best seductive smile.

You spent the next two hours with him, joined at his arm. Bucky followed close behind and monitored the whole situation while doing his best to blend in.

You managers to get the target pretty drunk, to the point where he kept running his hand down your back to your backside.

He leans down and whispers in your ear: “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private, so I can get to know you much better.”

Inside you were cringing hard as his white hair tickled your skin.

You turned to look at him and gave him a smile. “Sure.” You agreed.

He immediately pulled you across the room and into a dark hallway that was isolated. You both could still hear the music from the party and people talking but he didn’t care as he slammed you against the wall and buried his head in your neck. You felt him growl against your skin as he tried to take off your dress but you distracted his hands by linking your hands together and pulled him closer.

You reached down to your thigh holster and pulled out the sedative to bring to his neck. You were about to puncture his skin when someone yelled.

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You both pulled apart and you quickly hid the sedative in between your breasts.

“What?” You pushed the target away from you and you frowned at Bucky.

“What the hell are you doing with him right now?” Bucky stormed up to both of you, absolutely fuming.

“Is this you’re boyfriend?” The target asked. He raised his arms in defense as Bucky glared at him.

“Beat it old man.” He snarled and the target didn’t argue and ran.

“Um, what the fuck are you doing?” You asked him, your head was full of confusion.

“You weren’t listening to anything I was saying.” Bucky pointed down to you.

“Are you serious that dictating that you think I’m gonna listen to every word you say when I have to target literally on me? I couldn’t even hear you.” You snapped back.

Bucky grumbled something under his breath and grabbed you by the arm, dragging you out of the mansion and to the car. When you got back to the hotel, he dragged you all the way back up to the room.

Bucky opens the door and throws his grip on your arm into the room before him. You stumble in your heels into the room, catching your balance and turning around to glare at him.

“What the fuck, James?” You growl.

“You wanna act like a brat. I’ll fucking treat you like a brat.” He slammed the door shut and turned to you with a dark look in his eyes. “When are you going to stop?”

“You’re the reason I fucking started to begin with! You ruined the mission!” You said with irritation. “And there’s no way I’m acting like a brat.”

“Maybe I should fuck the brat out of you.” Bucky stepped forward, loosening his tie.

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’d like to see you try.”

A dark smirk dawned his face as he stepped closer to you, your body just centimeters away from his, but your stubbornness didn’t falter.

“You’ve got a big mouth for such a small girl.” He said looking down at you.

You screwed your face up and went to swear at him but he cut you off before he could. His lips smashed into yours with an unloving and rough pace. His hands grasp a firm grip on your forearms, pulling you against him and his lips mold to yours.

You’re shocked as your body stiffens at his actions, but you wake up and you start to resist his antics. You squirm yourself out of his grip and push him away from you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Your voice is evident with shock. Your eyes are wide as he goes to approach you again.

“You said you’d like to see me try and fuck the brat out of you.” He says with a shrug. “Maybe you shouldn’t open your mouth if you can’t handle it.”

You raise your brows. “Oh, you think I can’t handle you?”

“That’s what you’re telling me right now.” He says with a smirk.

“Fuck you.” You pull him back to you by the back of his neck, his lips smashing against yours once again.

You start to pash him roughly as he did before, you can feel his teeth against you and his hand’s wind around your waist. His hands are firm against your body and pulling you flush against him.

He pulls back for a second. “I don’t think you could fuck me good enough.” He says with a first smirk.

He was trying to aggravate you. And it was working.

“You wanna bet?”

“Don’t bet,” he pushed you against the wall, slamming your back into it. “Prove it.”

You pushed him back and turned around, pushing his shoulders into the wall this time.

“Afraid I’ll fuck you better than you could fuck me?” You smirked, looking up at him and running your hand down his hip and almost touching his length before he growled and grasped arms again.

This time he slammed you into the wall with your chest against it and your arms behind you back and his mouth against your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of here tomorrow.” His voice was husky and low in your ear, promising to dick you down all night.

He pushed his pelvis against your ass and you felt his hard length. He was big, really big.

You moan at the thought of him inside you.

“You feel what you did to me?” He whispered on your ear, grinding his hips into your backside. “You in this fucking dress all night, thinking it’s funny to play around all night when you should be working. I should fucking punish you.”

“God, yes.” You moan out and push back against the roll of his hips.

“I’m going to nail you into the mattress.” He groans and your ass moves against his clothes cock.

You sigh in frustration, the dry grinding no more arousing you than annoying you now. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

At your words, Bucky lets out an animalistic growl. His hand wraps around you and grabs the front of your throat, twirls you around to stand in front of him away from the wall and launches you onto the bed with force.

You squeal and bounce as you hit the bed. You watch as Bucky stalks towards, ripping his tie and jacket off his bulked body and tossing them to the floor.

The action sends waves of arousal to your core and the look in his eyes is primal.

He kneels on the bed and grabs your ankles.

He runs his hands up the length of your legs resting at your hips. Hooking his fingers under the band of your thong, he pulls it over your hips and down your legs, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy.

He pulls them around your heels and flings them across the room before he grasps your ankles again and pulls you to lie flat on your back.

“Your so wet already.” His husky voice rumbles as he pulls your knees to bend over his shoulders.

You gasp out as his mouth latches onto your core, lapping at your soaking folds fast.

You lean up on your elbows and pull the slit of your dress aside to see his mouth buried in your cunt, his blue piercing eyes looking into yours as he eats what you give.

“Fuck yes,” you throw your head back as his tongue circles around your clit. You reach down and push him closer by the back of his head and grind your hips against his mouth. “Go faster.”

He growls but meets your demands as his tongue swirls around your clit at record speed, making you gasp and your hips stutter.

“Oh my god, Buck.” You breathe out. You can feel his flesh hand circling your entrance, excitement kicking in and you pull him closer with your legs.

Your movements annoyed him. He detached his mouth from your cunt and sat up.

“How are you annoying even when I’m trying to fuck you?” Buck glared at you, his mouth wet with your arousal.

“Trying to fuck me?” You scoffed. “You’re going too slow, when are you actually going to get to fucking me?”

Bucky growls at your words and grabs the top of the slit of your dress and rips upwards.

You gasp and glare at him. “Do you know how much that fucking dress costs?”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He snarls and rips it off your body.

“You fucking-“

“Shut up.” He crushed your lips against hi as his hands rush to pull off all of your clothing.

You feel his hands everywhere. You start to feel dizzy as you run your hands over his broad back. You need to feel his skin against yours and you claw at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him.

Bucky moves his lips from yours to your jaw and to travel down your body to stop at your chest. His lips wrap around your nipple as he balances his weight just above you and unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders.

You moan as his hot skin lays against yours. Bucky’s hand reaches up to cup your breasts in his hands as he sucks on your nipples.

“Gosh,” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair.

He lets go of your breasts and kisses back up your throat and captures your lips again.

Bucky’s hips start to grind into your bare core, the fabric of his dress pants is rough against your folds. You groan out in pain and pleasure. His length is rock hard and very prominent against you.

Your hand travels down his body to his fly and belt. Your fingers fumble to undo his pants, Bucky disconnects your lips to rest his forehead against yours and look down at your hands undoing his pants.

You get the belt off and unzip his pants, using your feet to push them down with his briefs to his ankles.

He reaches down to grasp his length, pumping it a few times before thrusting straight into your wet core.

You moan in shock as his cock enters you. He immediately feels you contracting around him and it makes him groan.

You walls flutter as he sets a strong pace, pounding you into the mattress like he promised you.

“Fuuuuuck, Bucky.” You whine shakily as your body bounces up and down on the bed.

“You take me so well. Fucking hell.” He growls as he feels you clench with a groan of your own.

You wrap your legs around his waist, your thighs clenching at his hips. “Harder.”

Bucky makes good on your demands and pulls back to slam into you harder.

Your skin slapping against his echoes through the room and you can’t help but grunt each time he thrusts into you.

“Oh my god.” You pant as his length repeatedly jams at your g-spot. “I’m gonna fucking come.”

“Come on my cock.” Bucky grunts. “Come on, June.”

At his words, your hips begin to stutter as you feel yourself let go to his cock. You can’t help the loud and long moan that leaves your mouth as you grip his shoulders, trying to calm your body of your tremors. Your orgasm rips through you and Bucky can feel you clench down on his like a vice. Your warm and wet walls quivering but holding their grip on you, triggering his orgasm and he spills into you.

You sigh out at the feel of his cum releasing inside of you. He stills his hips against you and throws back his head, releasing a roar as his orgasm rips through his body, before collapsing on top of you.

The weight of him took the breath out of you so you push him off to roll onto the small space next to you. Both of you panting and a thin layer of sweat glistened over both of your bodies.

“I don’t think you fucked the brat out of me,” You said between breaths. “But I haven’t had a good dick down in a while.”

Bucky turned his head to look at you. “You think I’m done with you.”

You looked at him and frowned.

Bucky smirked and grabbed you roughly and pulled you on top of him, his length hard between your legs once again.

“You’re gonna ride me until I tell you to stop.” His words rumbled through his chest before pulling you into another hard kiss.

Your body was completely spent as you lay completely naked on the bed. Bucky leaned on his elbow across the bottom of the bed at your feet.

You both had gone three more times. The sheets had been ripped off the corners and the covers had been pushed to the floor.

You stretched out your legs, pointing your toes. The tip of your toes grazed Bucky’s arm. You looked down and traces along his soft skin with your toes. Bucky grasps your foot as it tickles him and brings the tops of your toes to his mouth, press a soft kiss amongst them.

A small smile graced your lips as you felt him caress your ankle, his hand traveling up your leg. You felt eh bed shift and he got onto all fours and climbed up the length of your body again to rest next to you and look at you.

“Hi.” He says with a smile.

“Hi.” You return his smile.

“You think I fucked the brat out of you now?” He asks and wiggles his eyebrows.

You sigh dramatically as you pretend to think. You felt no more irritation towards him. His face no longer annoyed you because it could, you honestly just felt like you were much more content. “Yeah, yeah I think you did.” You gave him a soft small smile.

“Good.” He leans down and kisses your forehead before gathering you up to lay on his chest and wrapped in his arms.

“You’re so small.” He mumbled against your hair.

“You’re so warm.” You mumbled back and you nuzzled into his chest, closing your eyes readying for a night of much better sleep than last night.

Natasha was right, you two just needed to fuck. And fuck hard you did.

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j0elmill3r · 4 years

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Won’t Stop ‘Til We’re Legends

Part One

Bucky x Daughter!Reader

"And that is why we shouldn't trust Sam Wilson as our new Captain America" You rolled your eyes at the teacher's statement. Everyone had been saying that, the number of times that S.H.I.E.L.D had told the government that Sam was perfectly capable of having the mantle of Captain America was getting tiring to count. You raised your hand. "Yes, Y/N?"

"Your point's bullshit" You deadpan. "Your reason was invalid and I want to hear something other than shit come out of your mouth," You tell her. She stuttered as you stood up and walked to the front of the class. "Does anyone, want to give me a reason why Sam shouldn't be Captain America?" You ask them. Flash Thompson raised his hand and you pointed to him.

"Because he's a criminal, and he isn't as cool as Steve Rogers." He says.

"He's not a criminal-"

"You are. And yet the government still trusts you and your dad, who killed hundreds of people" Flash says. Your eyebrows raised and he smirked at you.

"Listen to me you pretentious, trust-fund asshole, I won't hesitate to shove my foot so far up your-"

"Okay, Miss Bevens, I'm gonna take Y/N outside for a minute," Peter says. He stood up from his chair and took you by the shoulders. You refused to meet Peter's eyes as he stood in front of you. "Y/N, are you okay?" He asks you.

"I'm fine, Peter." You tell him. He knew that you were lying to him, he always knew. "I'm going home, I'll see you tomorrow" You inform him.

"Wait, what about your dad? Isn't he gonna be mad at you?" Peter asks worriedly. You shook your head.

"He wants me to leave here anyway, I doubt he'll care" You turned your back and walked away from Peter. "Tell Flash to go fuck himself!"

You closed the door as quietly as you could, but luck was not in your favour today. As soon as you entered the apartment, he was standing against the doorframe, a look of disappointment on his face.

"Save the lecture, dad, I'm not particularly in the mood," You say. He sighed and walked towards you.

"I know you're not, they told me why," He says. You frowned and looked at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "You wanna talk about it?" He asks you.

"It's not fair, dad. It's not fair for Sam, he's worked so hard for this and they're gonna take it away from him like that? And-And what about us? Whatever we did, it wasn't our fault, right? We didn't have a choice." Your tears were running down your face as you ranted to your dad. "Why are we always the bad guys?" You ask him. Bucky frowned and wrapped his arms around you.

"I know it's not fair, I know Y/N. But you're right, what happened to us all those years ago was not our fault. They can believe that we're lying, but S.H.I.E.L.D knows that we're not, and so does the rest of the team. Steve chose Sam because he knew that he could carry on the legacy of Cap better than anyone else. It's going to get better, Y/N, I promise" He says. You nodded and sniffled. "Go get changed, we're going over to Sams to see if he can perfect throwing the shield yet." He tells you. You laughed and shook your head.

"Should I take a change of clothes and my pyjamas?" You joke. Bucky rolled his eyes and fake laughed at you.

"No, you should be fine," He says. You walked into your room and got changed into the clothes that you would use for training. You grabbed your jacket and walked out into the hallway. "Ready?" He asks you. You nodded and followed him out into the car. "So, what do you want to do about school? You know my feelings about Midtown-" "I want to drop out," You tell him. "I know what you're going to say, but I want you to listen. I don't want to do anything...normal. I want to do this, I want to help people and try my best to fix everything-as much of the damage that I cause when I was at HYDRA that I can. Even if it's only helping Sam throwing his shield." You explain.

"Okay," He says.

"And I- Wait, Okay?!" You were confused, how and why was he so calm? You had envisioned him going off of the rails and giving you a huge lecture about how you weren't allowed to continue the life you were living and that you had to go off to university.

"Yeah, Okay." He confirms. He sighed as he pulled to a red light. "Look, after everything, there's not much chance of you finding a sense of normality, is there? I mean, come on, you've been to alien planets that you would have drawn up when you were three years old. So yeah, you can drop out" He says. You laughed in relief.

"A sense of normality would be nice, though. Something to keep me grounded, hey! You can be my normality!" You say. Bucky laughed as he started driving again.

"Okay, I have a proposition, I'll be yours, and you can be mine?" He suggests. You smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

You watched as Sam threw the shield for what felt like the 400th time. You were lucky that you brought your earbuds, you could at least block out your dad and Sam's constant bickering. You looked at your phone for the 18th time that day, and even you felt like you had been there for hours, it had only been 25 minutes. You gave out an annoyed groan. Sam turned to Bucky.

"What's with her, shark week?" He asks. Bucky shook his head and sighed.

"She's...stressed, I think. Everything's finally catching up to her, the school said she would have knocked the shit out of some kid if it wasn't for Parker" Bucky tells him. "We've figured out what we're doing, but I'm still worried about her kicking off at the wrong person and getting them and or herself hurt" You pulled your earphones out and placed your elbows on your knees, putting your head in your hands.

"I can hear both of you," You inform them. The look on their faces was completely shocked. "You don't need to worry about me, worry about getting your throw right and then worry about if I'm gonna right hook someone's jaw" You point out. Bucky laughed and Sam looked over at you with a bitch face. You smirked back in response to him. You stood up from your position on the bench and walked over to where your dad and Sam were stood.

"Y/N!" You ducked as Sam threw the shield at the tree.

“Jesus Christ!” You yell. Your dad, Bucky laughed as Sam let out a huff and you were on the floor in a fetal position. “Warning, next time, Sam.” You stood up and walked towards your dad and Sam.

“I thought me yelling your name was enough of a warning” Sam jokes. “And plus, you’re so small that it would have gone over your head anyway.” Bucky looked at Sam as though he had just signed a contract for immediate death.

“Sam, I think you’re forgetting which one out of the two of us was an assassin for like 70 years,” You sass him. “Oh, and which one of us can do this” Without moving so much as a muscle, the shield flew away from the tree. Sam caught it and smirked.

“Remember which one of us is Captain America,” He says.

“Re-” “Okay, that’s enough from both of you,” Bucky says as he stands in between the both of you. “I don’t have the patience to take you” He pointed to Sam, “To the emergency room when Y/N snaps your arm out of place” Your face held an innocent smile.

“When and who did she do that to?” Sam asks. Bucky sighed and looked down, making Sam laugh. “You let your own daughter snap your own arm?” “Okay, first of all, it was his fault, I was on my period and we were sparring. He hit me the wrong may and next thing you know his arms kinda hanging off. But it was fine, it got fixed” You say. “And plus, he got me back for it a week later. Knocked the air out of my damn lungs” You murmur. Your phone rang and you excused yourself from whatever your dad and Sam were talking about. Your face scrunched at the caller ID, Nick Fury?

“Hello?” You answer.

“Y/N Barnes, I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of chatting yet,” He says.

“Yeah, and I’d like to keep it that way for much longer,” You say. You went to hang up.

“Don’t hang up on me, Miss Barnes,” He warns you.

“Or what?” You never gave him time to answer before you hung up. You walked back over to your dad and Sam.

“Who was it?” Your dad asks.

“It-It was Peter. He was asking what he had to do for homework,” You say, you sounded like you were asking a question.

“For what subject?” Sam asks you.

“Chemistry” You didn’t take chemistry, so you regretted your answer.

“When did you choose that?” Bucky asks you. You shrugged your shoulders and your dad sighed. “Alright, let’s go home. We’ll see you later Sam” You and your dad waved goodbye to Sam and you walked in a separate direction, all three of you were unaware of the masked figure hidden within the trees. The rustle caught your attention, but not your fathers. You stopped in your tracks and looked around. "Y/N?" You ignored him as your eyes wandered to a black and purple-clad figure standing between the trees. "Hello? Earth to Y/N?" You snapped out of your trance and shook your head.

"What?" You were confused. "Oh, nothing, come on. I'm tired," You yawned. Bucky shook his head and walked in front of you. "I don't have a good feeling about this"

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stachmousworld · 4 years

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Avenger theme park (Barnes Family)

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes/Black!mom

Summary: The Avengers, plus Winnie (Bucky’s daughter) and Y/N (Bucky’s wife) go to an amusement park. What could go wrong?

Words: 1156

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

(dividers by @/firefly-in-darkness)

Today was supposed to be a good day. The team was going to an amusement park for Winnie’s birthday, and also, to celebrate the team’s anniversary.

The others, although they’ve pretended to be annoyed by the idea, went willingly. And now, as Bucky eyed each of their face, he felt smug. They were all looking around interested in different attractions. Clint wanted to start with the highest rollercoaster, while Steve, weirdly enough for someone who loved to jump out of planes and towers without a parachute, decided for something slower, and Natasha and Sam wanting to look for food.

Clint argued with them and told them it was not advised if they were going on the rollercoaster. Tony snickered something ridiculous which provoked a snowball effect. Clint directed his full attention on Tony, and they started bickering.

Steve, who was used to their banter walked a little slower to get away from the future blowup. He glanced at Bucky gave a small tired smile.

“Where is your wife?” Steve asked.

Bucky shrugged, looking around. “Toilet, I guess.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for them, then?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Them?”

Steve eyebrows were knitted. “Well yeah, Winnie pooh is not here.”

Bucky almost stumbled. “What?!” He exclaimed as fear froze his veins. “What do you mean she is not with us?”

Steve looked at him, alarmed. “Bucky calm down. She must be with her mom.”

Bucky racked his brain to find where his wife went to. She had seemed a bit agitated, and maybe she went to…the toilet? Eat? Or did she go back to the car because she left something in it?

Bucky groaned. Why was it always when he needed his eidetic memory that it didn’t work.

“Ok, I’ll gather the others and we’ll look for her.” Steve brought his phone to his ear, waiting for the others to pick up. He send an encouraging smile to Bucky who tried his best to reciprocate. “I’m sure she’s safe, Buck.”

Dread filled his body at the thought that his baby could be unsafe or already…he swallowed with difficulty. His metal arm whirred when he clenched his hand. What good could it do to be the Winter Soldier and failing so hard…he had never failed to keep and track a mark, and he couldn’t have watched his daughter for a few minutes.

She wasn’t even able to stay upright on her own, let alone walk or crawl away from them. The next trail of thoughts were much more terrorizing. If she couldn’t move on her own, someone may have grabbed her and gone away with her.

Bucky released a long and shuddery breath.

On his watch. The others didn’t have to watch over Winnie so he couldn’t blame them for not looking out but he…he should have been a hundred percent aware of his daughter.

And what about his wife? The longer he thought about it the more his mind went to darker places. His wife should have been there by now. Or had she been kidnapped too? Maybe they were both in trouble and no one noticed.

The other came back running. They all talked over each other and Bucky stood back eyes staring at nothing. Steve took the lead and ask Tony to use his tech to try and find the recording from their arrival to now. Clint and Nat were to walk back to the car and try to ask employees if they’ve seen Winnie. Sam was to stay with Bucky and wait for Bucky’s wife and be a moral support. Steve decided to stay with Tony in case anything happened.

Before they all scattered away, Bucky’s wife came in view. Alone. Bucky eyed her closely, looking for Winnie. She was nowhere to be seen. His wife slowed down when she saw their faces.

“What’s wrong?”

Steve nudged Bucky to talk. He took a deep breath and raised his head, staring at his wife with fake bravado. “Winnie is gone.”

His wife didn’t have the reaction they had all expected. She bit her lips to repress her smile. “What?”

“We lost Winnie.” Bucky waited with bated breath for the outcome. It wasn’t that rare for people to laugh when in distress, so he didn’t take it that seriously.

“You…lost Winnie?” She repeated, amused.

Bucky was about to answer when Tony cut him off.

“The more we wait and the less we’ll be able to find her back,” he said with precaution. It was clear that Bucky’s wife lack of reaction has destabilized everyone. She sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose.

“Jesus,” she muttered to herself. “Turn around, Buck.” She ordered louder.

Bucky obeyed, not without sending an alarmed look at Steve. The others kept muttering among themselves and Tony was agitated. He kept pointing at his watch. Bucky shook his head and made a sign with his hand to appease him and make him wait, at least a few seconds.

He suddenly felt fresh air on his hips. Bucky glanced behind and could see his wife peering under his poncho.

“What is she doing?” he mouthed at Steve, who shrugged.

“Shouldn’t we be-.”

“You really are a mischievous little girl,” she cooed. A few seconds later and Bucky felt a little lighter. He spun around and gaped, the words he wanted to say dying at the tip of his tongue. He stuttered a few unintelligible sentences then closed his mouth in a click.

In his wife’s arms, Winnie was flailing around and babbling around. Her sleepy eyes looked everywhere with surprise and she made grabby hands toward every plushie shops. Her babbles turned into an excited shriek making her entire body tense when she saw an Avengers shop.

“Daddy!” She almost threw herself out of her mom’s arms trying to get closer to a “Winter Soldier” stand.

Bucky stood frozen. He couldn’t believe it. Winnie has been there the entire time. He reached for the harness behind his back. She has been on his back and he never noticed it.

“I told you, you should have placed the carrier on your front. Because my little Winnie -” She bumped Winnie’s small nose. “-is a small weight and you'd to forget that she is there. Plus, our little girl was sleeping. If she’d been awake, that’d be another issue.”

Bucky stretched his arms to hold Winnie. Wordlessly she gave their daughter back to Bucky who hugged her firmly.

Despite the protest and the multiple slaps he was receiving from his little warrior who wanted to be freed, he kept hugging her.

“And y’all really didn’t remember the struggle we had to get Winnie in the carrier. Nat’ you lost a few extensions, Tony she puked on you and Clint and Sam you got a few bruises because she bit and punched you.”

Bucky let out a relieved laugh. Superserum or not, he was certain he had a few grey strands by now.

Fin

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pinknerdpanda · 4 years

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This Means War - Part 3

Word Count:

Part 3: 949 Series: 4.6k

Characters: Reader, Bucky, Sam, Steve, Natasha

Pairing: Reader x ??

Warnings: Shenanigans, Language, Bickering Bucky and Sam, Sexual Innuendo

Beta’d by @shy-violet-soul - thank you so much, love!

Summary: Sam and Bucky have been battling for Y/N’s affections since they met. How will they fare when she sets a bit of friendly competition to pick the best suitor?

A/N: Series co-written with @princessmisery666 who will posting the final part tomorrow (4/11/20). If you want to be tagged and are not on either of our taglists, just shoot us an ask.

This was written for @princessmisery666‘s Triple Celebration Challenge. Our prompts were “Everything hurts and I’m dying.” “Don’t be so dramatic.” and “Did you just lick me?” and will be bolded when used. Also my co-creator made the bomb-ass title card. Thanks babes! This has been a blast to work on with you!

Catch up! Part 1 | Part 2

This Means War

Part 3

For smart men, they were pretty dumb. How they hadn’t caught on to her scheme she would never know. The second task Y/n had for set them was to prove they could work as a team, without arguing.

She wanted to switch bedrooms, there was an empty room on the same floor as Steve, two floors above her current room. She claimed the room was better for “feng-shui”, the sunlight hit that room better. It was all a crock of shit, yet Sam and Bucky had spent the last hour and a half hauling her solid oak wood furniture around and positioning it wherever she asked.

Then re-positioning it when she stated the “angles were off.”

To their credit they hadn’t fought. They’d made snarky remarks to one another but had mainly been civil in discussing how to best maneuver the heavy furniture.

Y/n had propped herself against the doorframe of her new bedroom, arms folded across her chest as she watched the boys work. They’d both removed their shirts - taking the opportunity to flex and show off - and Y/n wasn’t mad about it in the slightest. Watching their muscles ripple and flex under a small sheen of sweat, she had to admit it was a rather enjoyable show. There were worse ways she could have spent her day.

“What about now?” Bucky asked, taking a step back from the seventh attempt at moving her large bed to the correct place. Hands on his hips he raised a questioning brow and she knew she needed to be careful. He may have been on to her scheme.

“Y’know,” she tilted her head to the side as if to get a different perspective. “Something still isn’t quite right.”

Y/N put a thoughtful finger to her lips, tapping lightly as she surveyed the room. She stared longer than was necessary, and it was almost comical watching both men hold their tongues and not get annoyed with her.

Steve slipped into the small gap between her and the door, “ah you finally decided to move up here,” he acknowledged.

She hummed her reply as if still too deep in her thoughts to answer properly.

“You won’t mind my snoring then?” Steve questioned.

She snapped her fingers, “damn it that’s what I forgot!” she threw her hands in the air, a fake apologetic expression as she looked to the boys. “Guys I’m so sorry, I forgot Cap snores. He did warn me. I’d be able to hear him in here.”

They stared at her for a long moment, not quite catching on to what she was getting at.

“Can we move it all back?”

She had said ‘we’ - but there was certainly no ‘we’ in Team, she hadn’t lifted a finger except to direct them into the correct positions.

“What!” Sam asked clearly perplexed at the same time Bucky groaned, “right now?”

“Why don’t you two take a break?” Steve suggested walking further into the room, “I’ll help her move it back.”

“NO!” They chorused together.

“We got it,” Sam assured him.

Bucky agreed, “yeah go do some Captainy stuff.”

Steve shrugged but took the hint and wandered out of the room, Y/n followed after him, “I’ll go get you both a drink.”

She hadn’t made it two steps before she heard Sam whine, “everything hurts and I’m dying.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Bucky responded and she could hear his eye roll, “but same!”

----

Two hours, eight trips back and forth between floors, two sweaty Avengers and a hell of a lot of complaining later, Y/n surveyed the fruits of their labor.

Brushing her hands together she smiled warmly at Sam and Bucky, their chests heaving as they lay prone on the floor.

"Good work, guys. We really knocked that out of the park!"

"We?" Bucky scoffed, too tired to layer on an ounce of charm.

Y/n shrugged innocently, biting back the smile threatening to jeopardize the effect of the gesture.

"Well, I appreciate your help all the same. This is exactly how I imagined it!" She clapped her hands together excitedly.

Sam grunted. "It's exactly like it was before we touched anything."

Y/n frowned. "I mean, if you think I'm more trouble than I'm worth, I understand. You can always back out. I -"

Bucky's groan cut her off as he scrambled to his feet.

"Of course not, doll. Don't listen to feathers over there. You're no trouble at all. I'm in this for the long haul. Sam, however…"

Sam was on his feet, limping over and pushing Bucky out of the way before shooting Y/n a tired but brilliant smile.

"Sam, however, has no problem kicking an old man's ass," he winked at you, ignoring Bucky's growl. "It's no trouble at all, darlin'."

Y/n ducked her head. It may have seemed she was hiding her blushing cheeks, but it was really to conceal her shit-eating grin. She had them eating out of the palm of her hand.

Clearing her throat, she looked up again, blinking at them sweetly. "I'm so glad to hear that, gentlemen." She checked her watch, eyes growing wide. "Oh! We're just in time for the next challenge. Get showered and dressed. I'll meet you in the conference room in half an hour!"

Y/n threw her door open, gesturing for them to leave. Sam shook his head as both men allowed her to usher them into the hallway. Bucky stopped and turned to face her.

His brow furrowed. "Conference room? Isn't that where Banner's giving his seminar on gamma radiation?"

Y/n's smile grew impossibly wider, a wicked glint in her eye as she nodded.

"See you there, boys!"

To Be Continued...

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ladywinterwitch · 4 years

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Looking Through Your Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Bucky has one of his winter soldier episodes and he hurts you by mistake. You reassure him with the only thing that keeps you all human: love.

Warnings: a little violence, angst, smut, unprotected sex (protect yourselvES), , fluff, mentions of blood, panic attack, cursing, 18+ so if you’re underage turn back right now.

Word Count: 3625

A/n: I didn’t consider Bucky getting fixed by Shuri in Wakanda, also, Pietro is an Avenger so you can consider it as an AU probably.

(Gif not mine)

You woke up before him that morning. When you open your eyes, the first thing that you see is his sleeping body next to yours. He was sleeping on his stomach, arms under the pillow where his head was placed. His brown locks, a little shorter than his chin, were shiny and smelled nice. He, smelled nice. That’s thanks to the shower you took the evening before and you smiled to yourself at the steamy memory. The kisses, the touches, the lovemaking.

Your heart swelled when you fixed a strand of his hair out of his face, and saw his eyes closed, eyelashes beautifully long for a man, mouth slightly agape adorned by his rosy plump lips. Hi features were relaxed, his body rose and fall at a relaxed pace. Seeing him so calm and unbothered gave you such joy. After all he’d been through, that’s what he deserved.

You left a featherlight kiss on his naked shoulder and got out of your shared bed to go get dressed. You had a training session with some new recruits and Natasha. Guns and a lot of noise. Such fun. You refreshed yourself, styled your hair in a ponytail, put on the tiniest bit of make up and then dressed up with your suit, which consisted in a black with silver details leather catsuit, just like Natasha’s. You picked up your boots and decided to go out of the room before putting them on, not wanting to wake Bucky up. He would probably be annoyed that you didn’t, but you didn’t care. It was still pretty early and he didn’t have anything scheduled for another five hours anyway.

You closed the door behind you, slipping on the combat boots and just in that moment Natasha went to pick you up to go together at the shooting range. When she saw that you weren’t exactly ready to go she smirked.

-Busy night or late alarm?- she asked, looking at you with her head tilted to the side. You looked up at her after securing the latches and stood up straight.

-Neither. I mean, busy yeah, but not night.- you confessed. She laughed a little while you arrived at the elevator.

-What then? You looked like you were doing a walk of shame over there. But I seriously doubt that that’s your case.- you stepped out and went to the shooting range, starting to get everything ready for the students.

-Bucky is having a good sleep, for once. Didn’t want to wake him.- you answered. Nat gave you a small smile.

-That’s good.- you nodded, then a distant group of voices made you both turn. She glanced knowingly at you, then positioned herself at your side, back straight, chin high, professional face and hands latched at her lower back.

-Ready to get your ears destroyed at seven in the morning?- you sighed, copying her stance.

-Sure.-

Two hours later the lesson was finished, and your ears couln’t take any more noise. You and Nat said goodbye to each other and you went to the elevator again to go to the gym. Now another two hours of lesson were supposed to start. This time you wouldn’t have had to do much though. You would’ve had to assist Clint in his archery lesson, maybe shoot a few arrows every now and then. But certainly there wouldn’t have been the same unberable noise of the shotguns.

You arrived, said hello to the students, hugged quickly Clint and the session began. A group of more or less thriteen recruits was watching while he explained the right way to hold the arrows, how to put on and hold the bow, how you should take the aim, the position of the hands, arms, legs and even the feet.

Then every one of the students tried one shot while Clint corrected them.

-A little higher, yeah.- he pushed the arrow upwards with his fingers. It was the turn of a quite bulky guy which you already didn’t particularly liked. Mainly because when Clint called his name for his turn, before positioning where he was supposed to, he winked ad you. And that wasn’t intelligent nor respectful, not only because you were his superior and teacher, but also because it was well known that you and Bucky were together. Your face remained emotionless, your arms crossed under your breasts.

-Yeah, I got it.- he said smugly. A few people laughed with him. The guy took the aim, and you already knew where that was going. Maybe he would’ve hit the target, but not the center. His aim was too low, his legs a little wide and his feet weren’t straight. You realized that Clint must’ve noticed too, but the lowkey amused look on his face told you that he didn’t mid for the big guy to embarass himself a little. And you agreed.

He finally shoot the arrow, and as you predicted, it hit the border of the target, nowhere near the center. You looked down chewing on your lip to not smile at his slightly surprised face. Clint stepped next to him and gave a strong pat on his back that made him hunch a bit forward.

-It’ll go better next time. Maybe actually follow my instructions mh? Okay, next winner.- everyone tried to contain their sniggering while the guy walked back to his place with a ‘Yes, sir’.

Clint called the next recruit, and this time a small, quite skinny guy walked to the position. His eyes were a bit wide and he had a slighly intimidated face. Your brows raised and your lips curled a bit upwards looking at him. He made you want to cheer him up. Clint helped him to put on the bow, then gave him the arrow. The guy positioned himself, took aim, and shoot, hitting the target almost perfectly in the middle. You heard some gasps from the other recruits and you smirked, walking up to the guy. You gave him a light squeeze on the shoulder.

-Well done.- you smiled at him and he responded with a timid smile of his own, nodding at you as a thanks. You then moved away, towards the group.

-You see, it doesn’t take an impressive body to do things right. But, I’m afraid, it does require a brain.- you spoke, turning to the douchebag. -So maybe, other than the instructions, work a bit on the attitude and the respect, too, okay big jim?- you shoot him a fake smile. The others cackled while Clint just straight up laughed.

-Okay, guys. Thanks for the assistance agent y/n. That’s all for today, now get out of here.- he joked dismissing the group.

-Ah, sweetie I think that Tony’s influencing you with those nicknames.- he shook his head starting to tidy up the props. You helped him and in a few minutes you had cleared everything.

-Nah. Are you coming up? I’m starving and I need a break after four hours of recruits.- you huffed dramatically while you walked out of the gym. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head again.

-Nope. Have the rest od the day off. Laura misses her husband.- you chuckled while going towards the elvator.

-I’m sure she does. Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Hedwig.- you called to him just before the metal doors slid close.

-Oh, c’mon!- he yelled back, making you laugh.

The elevator stopped at the Avengers private level, specifically in the giant common room.

You saw Wanda, Sam, Pietro sitting on the couches just minding their business. She was reading a book while she was doing imaginary circles with her pointer finger and taking a better look, you saw that the spoon in her cup of tea was working by himself. Pietro and Sam were playing a video game while bickering with one another.

-Good morning sunshines.- you said, getting a smile from the witch and a quick salute from the two guys.You headed to the kitchen where you found Steve reading a newspaper, Tony adding sugar to his coffe while toying with his phone distractly, and Bruce and Nat talking to each other lovingly.

He was the first to see you come in, and shoot you a wide grin.

-Hey sweet thing. How was your lesson with Legolas?- he asked making the others laugh, a smile even reached Steve’s face.

-Good. Actually I got the chance to say a few things to a jerk, so yeah pretty fullfilling. Also, another one was very good. He reminded me of you.- you said, standing behind Steve and placing a hand on his chest, a lopsided smile on your face. He looked up at you tenderly.

-And why is that?- he asked closing and putting down the newspaper. You walked towards the fridge and shrugged.

-Just a feeling.- you answered. It was obvious why he reminded you of Steve, specifically the old, skinny, Steve. Also, something about him gave you the same ‘good’ vibe that Steve does. But for some reason you wanted to keep it to yourself.

-Clint’s not with you?- Bruce asked, hugging Natasha from behind.

-He’s got a day off at home.- she responds for you. He nods and then you start to make small talk with Nat and Steve while Tony and Bruce discuss something about their newest project.

You had just taken the first bite of your french toast when you hear a gunshot. Everyone freezes and tenses. You put down the toast and carefully get up from the chair where you were sitting. You wanted to go and see what was happening, but Steve placed himself in front of you to stop you.

He shoot a gaze to Tony and Natasha, which both nodded, he took out from his pocket a piece of his suit which turned into a glove, and she took a gun from her belt. Steve did the same, while you opted for a knife.

Then another shot and a scream were heard, noises of combat began to resonate in the living room and you all ran out with your weapons, but no one was expecting what you saw.

The source of the shoots was Bucky. He was now fighting with Sam and Pietro while Wanda was on the ground, unconscious. Tony and Natasha ran to her while Bruce asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to open the elevator to get them to the infirmary. Tony picked her up and brought her away with Bruce.

-Stop! Buck it’s me, Sam!- he yelled but the winter soldier didn’t listen to him, Soon enough Pietro was knocked on the groud too, and that’s when Steve went to help Sam. Punchs and kicks flew, and it surprised you how a few knives and a gun were already on the ground away from them. Natasha went to pick them up quickly, but you were frozen.

You had never seen him like this. You never saw the winter soldier. You just heard stories. His, others. And the nightmares. But you thought that those were the only thing left, his last attack being during the civil war a year before you arrived.

-Bucky.- you called once, but you realized that your voice was too hoarse to be heard properly, so you cleared you throat, stepped near them and called him again.

He stopped for a brief second, confused, but Sam punched him in the cheek, turning his attention away from you and concentrating it on his opponers, even more angrier.

-Leave him.- you say. And they look at you like you were crazy.

-Y/n- the falcon began but you cut him off, getting even closer. Bucky was looking at you with curiostity.

-Listen to me, damn it.- you spit. He huffs and releases Bucky’s arm roughly, and they both step away. Sam towards Pietro and Nat, and Steve gets in front of you, an arm extented in a protective manner.

-Steve.- you say softly, he looks at you, -Trust me.- he is hesitant, but in the end he lets you go.

You move your gaze directly into the soldier’s eyes, cold, distant, his pupils dilated, like he was on drugs.

-Listen to me. Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. You know this people, you know me.- your voice was firm but not aggressive. You kept your arms at your sides, a knife skillfully hidden inside one of your sleeves. Just in case.

His eyes went from confused, to irritated to angry in a few seconds, but then he slipped the other gun from his belt, pointing it at you.

You saw Natasha in the verge of worry tears, Sam was kneeled next to her and an unconscious Pietro. You felt Steve take a step behind you, but you raised a hand slightly to stop him. You gaze never leaving Bucky’s.

Then you stepped closer and closer, until your forehead was at less than one inch distant from the tip of the gun.

-Hurt me.- Everyone froze at your words. The winter soldier looked at you confused, again.

-Isn’t that your job? Hurt me then.- you said planting your feet to the ground, not looking away from those beautiful eyes you loved so much.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly tossed away the gun, and a few seconds later his metal hand was around your neck. He squeezed, raising you from the ground of a few inches and you instantly placed your hands on his to try and free yourself.

-Sam!- Steve yelled as and order while Natasha rose form the ground with a scream. Your sight was slightly going out of focus, but you could’ve sworn that you saw the soldier’s eyes become glassy. Sam hit Bucky on the back of the head with a gun and he instantly released you, falling to the ground. You fell too, but Steve took you on time. Sam got over Bucky and puched him, finally getting him ko.

-Nat! Call for Bruce and Tony. Say that Pietro and y/n need immediate medical attention.- Steve exclaime, cradding you in his arms.

-Already on it, cap.- you heard Tony from the speakers.

-I’m fine.- you croaked out.

-Ssh don’t talk. What were you thinking?- he scolded you, filled with worry. Tony and Bruce arrived and while they were taking Pietro away, Natasha and Sam were tying up Bucky.

-Let’s get you to the lab.- Bruce said softly while Steve took you into his arms bridal style. You don’t really remember anything after that.

You wake up with a slight pain in your throat. You look around and see that you’re in one of the infirmary chambers, you had an IV attached to your wrist and something around your neck, which you found out to be an ice package while touching it.

You suddenly remeber what happened and start to panic a little, tossing on the bed the ice and getting out of your wrist the needle.

-Miss y/n, please stay still. Dr. Banner is coming right now.- F.R.I.D.A.Y. said , and you wanted to go out to find Bucky, but you decided to obey to not create trouble. Also, you did feel a bit weak.

The room door opened and a very angry Natasha entered the door.

-What were you thinking?- Natasha yelled. Bruce came quickly behind her, taking her arm.

-Nat, don’t.- he tried, but she freed herself, tears thretening to spill out of her green eyes.

-No! You could’ve got yourself killed y/n!-

-I know but.-you were saying “he did recognize me at some point” but she interrupped you.

-If it wasn’t for Sam right now I would be probably be choosing your coffin, so shut up.- you stayed quiet, knowing that if you did talk again, she would’ve probably killed you with her own hands.

-I’m sorry, okay? C’mere.- you said and she cried hugging you tightly.

After a few minutes she finished and you tried to walk, and when Bruce was certain that you were okay, he let you go, but told you to take a couple days off work.

-Where is Bucky?- you asked.

-After he was knocked out we took him to a cell.- Bruce answered. You widened your eyes.

-A fucking cell? Are you serious?- you snapped.

-Hey. Stop that. It was both for his and our safety.- the redhead snapped back. -In any case, he woke up about an hour later and he was himself again, so he aksed Steve what happened, freaked out a bit and the he visited him.- she pointed at Bruce.

-Yes. He is perfectly fine. He’s going to have a painful bump on the back of his head, but he’s fine. Phisically. He had a panic attack, so I gave him a pill to relax a bit. I think he should be in his room now.- you nodded and then excused yourself. You went to the elevator and then straight to your room, your fingerprint on the handle authomatically letting you in.

You walk into the room, that was actually your shared bedroom, and you saw Steve in front of him, while he was sitting on th edge of the bed, his hands between his long locks. Head down.

-He’s fine.- captain america just said, walking out of the door. -Are you?- you nodded with a small smile and he nodded back, leaving you two. You closed the door behind you, staying right where you were.

-I’m going to ask Tony for a room.- he said with raw voice. You understood that he’s been crying. You frowned and got closer.

-What the hell are you talking about?- he rose his gaze to look at you, and in that moment you could’ve sworn that you’ve never seen anything more beautiful. As beautiful as broken. His cerulean eyes were glistening and a shade paler than usual, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed. You saw the exact moment in which his heart sank when he looked at the ugly bruise around your neck.The one that he provoked. And your heart broke, knowing that he blaimed himself.

-Look at what I’ve done. How can you even look at me right now? I’m a monster!- he cried, making you bite your lip not cry, too. You kneeled in front of him, taking his face in your hands. He winced, almost as if your touch was electric.

-Bucky you’re not a monster. All the things that you had to do, this…-you pointed to your neck,before putting your hand back on his, -Is not your fault. That person wasn’t you. It was someone created to bring death while you have so much love in your heart.- you sighed, controlling your tears form falling.

-And you know why? Because you’re a good man, James. Such a beautiful, caring, passionate, funny, brave man.- your eyes never left his while speaking.

-But I hurt you. You should be scared. I don’t even trust my mind. And that’s the result.- you wiped away a tear from his cheek, rising up. His gaze following your movements.

-I’m not afraid of you. I could never be. Because I know who you are, and I love you more than anything.- you slowly got closer til you pressed your lips to his, starting a kiss that became more and more deep. Bucky rested his hands on your hips, dragging you on his lap, your legs on each of his sides.

You started to tug at his t-shirt and he got the hint, so he got rid of it quickly before swithcing positions so you now were under him on the bed.

After a few minutes you both were left in your underwear.

-You’re so beautiful- he muttered while peppering your chest and belly with kisses and licks. You gasped arching your back to unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side. Bucky started to take care of one breast while licking the nipple on the other one. Your hands went straight to his locks, caressing and tugging a little. But you were impatient. You wanted to love him so badly that you rose just to dragging him to your lips again. That made him moan, and you felt the knot in your stomach getting hotter. You felt his dick in your inner tigh.

-I need you.- you said between kisses.

-Are you ok?- he asked. You stopped to catch your breath.

-I’ll be when you stop wasting time and make love to me.- he resumed the kiss while taking of both his boxers and your panties. He rubs a few times his lenght on your slit before slowly entering you. You both were left out of breath, even more when he started to move in and out.

-So wet…and tight. Ah, you feel so good babydoll.- he said sweetly in your ear while caressing your hair and keeping himself up with the other hand.

He started to go faster making you let out a loud moan. He quickly kissed you to shut you up.

-Bucky!- you gasped.

-Quiet doll, you don’t want the team to hear you, right? To hear how good I make you feel..- at that phrase you clawed his back, making him groan.

-Fuck- he panted attacking your neck. He moved slightly hitting your sweet spot, which made you clench around him. He swallowed hard looking at you in awe.

-You close baby?- he asked and you nodded, closing your eyes.

-Look at me doll.- you forced youself to open your eyes and just the look of him and a few more thrusts made you reach your high. You moaned biting tenderly his shoulder, hugging him.

-I love you- ah..I love you so much.- he said before coming inside you. He panted, riding out both of your orgasms.

Bucky then moved at your side, dragging you on his chest, holding you close to him.

-What did I even done to deserve you?- he said softly.

-Probably what I’ve done to deserve you.- he smiled a little.

He then turned on one side, facing her. He gave her a little kiss.

-We will get through this. Together. I promise.- she said serious. He nodded lightly before holding her to him and falling asleep.

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imagine-avenger-imagines · 4 years

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Lifelong (III)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Fem) Reader

Summary: The three of you scope out the airport where the Matteo’s are supposed to be. It doesn’t go as planned.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: violence, gore, language

A/N: Things start to get a little more fast paced, so I hope you like!

The phone you held to your ear kept ringing. With each voicemail, you grew more and more agitated.

“We better hurry, we’re gonna miss our only open time.” Sam’s voice came from behind you and you nodded.

You were trying to get a hold of Fury. Unfortunately, he wasn’t answering his phone. Go figure.

“I know. Just one more time.” You attempted again, and like every time before, no answer.

The three of you were already in Rio, just waiting on a lead on the Matteo’s.

You kept silent for the majority of the travels, and just listened to the two guys bicker.

Sam, being the mouthy one, would go on and on while Bucky would just give grunts or do shit just to annoy Sam.

You pivoted, facing them. The gut wrenching feeling of seeing Bucky was starting to lessen. You blamed it on watching him act like a normal human being. However, all the while you kept the fact of what he could do in the back of your thoughts. He could turn on you in a mere second.

You shook the thoughts from your head and grabbed your duffel bag that sat at your feet. It contained your suit and a plethora of weapons in case you really needed them.

“Alright, let’s go.”

The plan was just to get info from the Matteo’s. How they travel, who is with them, and how big the group has grown. When you took them down in the 80’s, they were small in numbers, but strong with Hydra backing them. Thanks to one Steve Rogers, hopefully your job will be a bit easier this go around.

You weren’t comfortable around Bucky, but you were able to say his name at least.

“You giving orders Captain, or am I?” The vibranium from Bucky’s arm glinted in the sunlight flowing through the car window and caused you to wince. As the words flew from your lips, you gave a smile to Sam in the driver's seat.

“I am totally open to ideas. I’m not a natural like Steve was. I have to write my motivational speeches down and rehearse. That shit doesn’t start just spilling out.” This coaxed a chuckle from your throat. Sam was easy going, and you could feel yourself relaxing around him.

“Yeah, that was something he was always able to do. Should’ve seen him on the playground as a kid.” The voice that came from Bucky was borderline startling, seeing as he hasn’t said a word to you since that issue with the thermostat. He sounded a lot different than you thought he would’ve. He always had that mask on and it always made his voice sound dangerous. This wasn’t the same voice.

You saw the airport coming closer, so you threw a hat on over your head and pulled your hair back.

“How about, Bucky, you stay down on the first floor with me and Sam can take the top floor. That’s where they’ll be coming out from the terminal, so Sam can give us a heads up. We scope things out and don’t be seen. They now know what you look like and they sure as hell have my face memorized.” The two men nodded and Sam pulled through the gates and into the parking garage. You reached your hand into your duffel, grabbing a phone sized brick from one of the side pockets.

It was your new suit, something Sam said about nanotech. You reached further and felt around for small syringes. Your eyes caught sight of the bright, red colored serum inside of them.

It’s what kept you alive.

You pulled one out, hoping to not have to use it.

There were few people on the Earth now who knew what you were. Fury and a couple S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors who were smart enough to keep you running. That’s what the injections were for.

You pushed both the brick and the syringe into a pocket on your pants. You turned to face both of them.

“Knowing them, security was here an hour ago scoping out for any threats. We get in and then out.” The two of them looked around, scoping out any secret entrances.

“If they’re practically looking for us, then how are we going to sneak in?” Bucky piped up from the back seat and Sam nodded along with him. “Through the front door.”

Five minutes later, you and Bucky walk through the front doors together. You turned, and noticed where he had put a dark blue jacket over to cover his arm. His hair had been pulled up into a small half-bun and you watched as he walked stiffly through the metal detectors.

Not a beep.

“Relax. The way you’re standing is gonna give us away before our faces do.” He looked down at you and nodded. He always kept a hard expression around you. The only time you’d seen his face soften was the night he offered to help with the thermostat.

When you turned your head back around, you noticed a man sitting at one of the bistreaux tables with sunglasses on and phone in hand.

Who wears sunglasses indoors? Security, that’s who. He was huge. As he turned his head towards you, you glanced over at Bucky and laughed.

His normally “shelled” eyes turned into straight confusion. You raised your eyebrows at him and reached up on your toes to kiss his cheek. Signs of affection make people uncomfortable apparently.

“10 o’clock.” You whispered, and watched as his cerulean eyes drifted over to the man. That’s the only way you could tell him without giving away your comm. The two of you kept looking at each other, his eyes locking onto yours. You caught yourself looking at the different details like the small dark spots around his iris. Once you realized what you were doing, you snapped your head away, hardening your eyes and facing forward.

Bucky kept watching you, something suddenly seeming familiar about you.

The two of you kept walking through until you got to the waiting deck.

“Sam?” Bucky’s voice ran through the comms in your ear and you both awaited his reply.

You could feel eyes on you and you glanced up to the upper level.

Sam sat, coffee in hand and neck pillow around his neck.

“Jesus.” This caused a smile to form across your face. You glanced over at Bucky and noticed him shaking his head.

“Great way to fit in, Wilson.”

“Thanks. That’s one thing Steve was never good about. He always had the same thing. Ball cap and sunglasses. By the way, check your twelve o.” You shook your head and wiped your smile from your face.

They’re doing a good job at blending in and you manage to catch another look at Bucky.

“They’re here. I’m counting five.”

Son of a bitch.

You glanced over at Bucky and smiled. It killed you to act like this with him. All those years of wanting him executed like Maria and Howard, that didn’t just go away because you saw him acting like a better man.

“I’m gonna head to the ladies room.” You said it loud enough for anyone in the vicinity who was listening could hear. Bucky nodded and you stood, leaving your fake purse and bags with him.

You felt the brick in your pocket and made short strides to the nearest restroom.

You pushed through the door just as another woman was making her way out. You walked in and chose a stall.

The agents that followed you were typical Matteo clan. Tall, Italian, and dumb.

This was going to end a fight that you were trying so desperately to avoid. There were just too many.

You pretended to flush and open up the stall. You went straight for the sink to wash your hands. The larger of the two came and stood behind you, catching your reflection in the mirror.

His brown eyes went wide when he saw your face up close.

He recognized you. Damnit.

“It’s the-” Before he had the chance to finish it, you withdrew a knife from your pocket and slashed his carotid. The blood spewed onto the perfectly clean mirror in front of you and he dropped hard.

The second one came at you, withdrawing a gun and firing one, two, three shots in your direction.

You flew behind him before he could catch you and you twisted his neck until it snapped, and he dropped like his friend.

“Y/N?” It was Bucky’s voice. This brought you back to reality.

“Yeah. I’m good. On my way out. I took out two.” You flew from the bathroom and before you could head back towards where Bucky was sitting, you watched as three more agents stepped out in front of you.

“I need-” A shot was fired and it rang out into the waiting terminal. People began screaming and running towards the exit. The fire that exploded throughout your shoulder was something you were used to, but damn if it didn't hurt like a bitch every time. You cried out, before pulling a glock of your own shooting the one in the chest twice and running. Bucky stood and started sprinting to where you were. He watched as you acted like you didn’t just get shot in the shoulder and kept leading them away from the civilians.

You ran all the while trying to avoid the bullets flying in your direction.

You saw a railing come into view and flung yourself over it, landing on your feet and pulling the brick out of your pocket. Fury said to press the button on top and let it do the rest.

Unfortunately you didn’t have time to do any of that before you saw two more men running at you from the front entrance.

“I need back up!” Sam’s voice came through the comm, your head snapping to where he was just minutes before. The big guy from the table picked Sam up, throwing him about fifteen feet away.

“Guys! This dude’s a fucking behemoth!” Sam’s voice was louder and ragged, and you turned to face the two running towards you.

Your arm flew up, putting bullets into the men approaching you. You felt a blade go into your lower back, turning to see a younger agent staring at you. Her eyes were full of rage, and you pulled the knife out, feeling the skin attempt to heal itself. You landed a couple punches to her face before shooting her knee. With a scream, she fell to the ground.

You heard a couple shots from above you, looking up to find Sam beaten to a pulp by that giant.

Bucky stood behind him, fighting off three more agents.

You jumped from a table, catching onto the railing and bringing your legs up to kick the man beating on Sam.

The man lost balance, and you tried to pull your gun from your side, but before you could the man swiped your feet out from under you. He grabbed onto your ankle and tried to pull you towards him.

Sam tried to regain his breath beside you, offering no aid. He was hurt pretty bad and you could tell.

You flipped over, and faced the man who was now standing. He attempted to kick you in the face, but you rolled, avoiding his boot. Without much hesitation, you blocked all of his attacks and was able to use him as leverage to stand.

“Bucky! Help Sam!” You yelled from behind the agent attacking you and Bucky flew to Sam’s side.

This fucking giant was kicking your ass and it was starting to piss you off.

Bucky and Sam watched as you moved around the agent quickly, before you were able to get behind him and catch him off guard.

You needed to wrap this up.

The next thing the pair saw was a blood covered fist shoot out of the giant’s chest. Bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight in front of him. He watched as you ripped your hand out of the now limp body, and threw the man’s heart to the side.

“What the fuck.” Sam’s weak voice came from beside him and he couldn’t form words.

Did she just rip his heart out?

You stood, trying to regain your breath but you slowly fell to your knees again.

The pain was back, but this time ten times worse. It shot from your heart through the rest of your body, paralyzing you.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice rang out in the now empty airport and you couldn’t answer. The scream that ripped from your throat was one of pure agony and you tried to reach for your pocket. Your lungs began to deflate and you couldn’t catch a breath.

The thud that came from your torso hitting the hard floor caused Bucky to jump into action. You could literally feel the pain travel through your veins and throughout your head.

Bucky put Sam down softly and flew to your side. He watched as you writhed, trying to get into your pocket. He sat on his knees and hurriedly looked at your face. Your eyes began to turn red, covering the whites.

“What do I do?!” Bucky wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but he’d hoped for an answer, and soon. Your skin began to turn gray and pasty. Pieces of his hair fell from its tie and into his face.

You tried to muster the instructions but simply couldn’t, trying to preserve your breath. Bucky reached into your pocket and wrapped his vibranium fingers around the small syringe. His eyes lit up with an idea and quickly injected it into your arm, pumping the red liquid into your vein.

The breath that entered your lungs sounded painful to Bucky, him simply grabbing your top half and pulling it into his lap. The pain started to wither, and the color returned to your skin.

Your now normal eyes looked up at Bucky, and nodded.

“Thank you.”

As much as you hated it, the man you have wanted to kill for so long, just saved your life.

With that thought, your eyes rolled and you passed out. Your body couldn’t handle staying awake any longer and you went limp in Bucky’s arms.

There was a feeling that filled Bucky that he hadn’t felt in years. A flood of emotions came onto him and that’s when he realized.

He remembered you?

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valkyriesryde · 4 years

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Hella Feelings {2/?}

Chapter 2: Stereo Hearts ~ Gym Class Heroes

Pairings: Bucky x OC; Sam x OC

A/N: Chapter two of my collab with @stuckonjbbarnes Lowkey love this chapter but tbh i love em all

Warnings: Language, clownery, some awkward fucks

Word Count: 1074

Previous Chapter ~ Masterlist

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Vanessa follows Sam into the cafe, recognizing it as the small place Holly got a new job at. Sam sits down with his back to the kitchen, having to see the front door, a weird habit of his. Meanwhile, Vanessa goes up front to the bored looking cashier and asks for two plain coffees and sides of cream, unsure how Sam takes his. She spots Holly through the order window and offers a quick wave, handing over her card to pay.

“Do you know the history of sugar?” Sam asks Vanessa as she sets down the various cups, he’s fiddling with the sugar packets.

“Um...no? And I don’t really want to...” She mutters, pulling a handful of sugar packs from him, adding “I already live with one weirdo.. I don't need another in my life.”

Peeking out from the kitchen to see Vanessa better, Holly notices some guy with her. Wait a second... is that Cute Butt? She’d recognise those shoulders anywhere and her breath catches in her throat when he turns to Nessa and Holly gets a look at his face. Holly waves a little, to get Vanessa’s attention, mouthing “Are you on a DATE??”

Vanessa shakes her head and points her finger in a gagging motion. Holly rolls her eyes, smirking because she BUSTED Vanessa.

“What are you gagging about?” Sam asks, whipping around to look at the kitchen but there’s no one there.

“It’s nothing...I was just thinking about the history of sugar.” Vanessa grins, taking a gulp of her coffee.

“Sick burn!” Sam exclaims, sarcastically as the two pick up their coffees and bags.

Vanessa swears she can hear Holly yell, “That is Cute Butt!” from the back and laughs to herself, attempting to follow what Sam is saying.

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Holly is sitting on the couch that night, her fingers tapping on her knee when Vanessa comes home like nothing is wrong. But things are wrong with Holly.

“Who were you with and why was I not aware!?” She jumps up and peers over the back of the couch as Vanessa walks by and dumps her bag on the table behind the living area.

“What? This morning? That’s Sam I AM.” She giggles at her quick thinking and rolls her eyes when Holly gives her a pointed look. “NOT my type...I can’t believe you asked if I was on a date,” and she pretends to gag.

“Oh and how do you two know each other?” Holly sits up a little higher, her heart no longer throwing a tantrum because Cute Butt wasn’t on a date with her best friend...AND NOW SHE KNOWS HIS NAME!

“He goes to our school.” Vanessa shrugs, her back turned so she misses Holly’s eyes go wide but turns to watch her sink back into the couch with a gleaming smile on her face. “D-do you like him? Have you talked to him? Oh my god you guys would be perfect together. He’s kind of.. just like you?” She’s rambling and excited.

“Amazing in every way possible?” She smirks at Nessa

“Nah...kinda weird honestly.” There’s a pause, “I’m joking!!! Love you long time.” She snaps her fingers and walks out of the room like an idiot.

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Meanwhile, Sam and Steve are at a bar waiting for Bucky. Sam slaps his hands on the table as Bucky walks up. “Boy do I have the girl for you!” He exclaims and Bucky almost turns around and leaves before Steve pulls him to sit down.

“Oh god... not you too?” He rolls his eyes.

“Too? I’m sorry who else is playing cupid in your love life, that is my job?”

“A dishwasher.” Bucky groans, ordering a beer.

“A what? Nevermind that, perfect girl! She’s annoying as fuck you two would get along like a house on fire!”

“Excuse me...I am a constant fucking delight.”

“Agree to disagree on that front.” Sam smiles, snatching Bucky’s beer from his hand.

Steve shakes his head at the pair, hiding behind his drink silently. Sam has been going on about the perfect girl for Bucky, “she’s a fucking clown” the entire time they’ve been waiting for him.

“Actually, I think I know just the girl for you Sam...she’s also highly irritating and abrasive.” Bucky smirks at Sam who almost chokes on his drink at Bucky’s clapback.

“Dammit...just one night of no bickering, it’s all I want...I’m so tired.” Steve groans, earning sympathetic looks from his friends.

“Okay okay, but I’m serious, you two would get on.” Sam winks, downing Bucky’s beer, forcing him to order another.

Bucky narrows his eyes and responds with a “Maybe.”

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Holly pops her head in the doorway of Vanessa’s room with a beaming but suspicious smile. Vanessa is watching yet another true crime doc just like every other night really.

“You can come in.” Vanessa says, without looking away from the screen. She’s good at that and every time it scares Holly a little.

“You’re such a freak.” Holly giggles, climbing on her bed. “Anyways..I was gonna tell you about this guy I think you’d like,” she twiddles her thumbs and bites her lip but a mischievous smile slowly creeps onto her face when Vanessa narrows her eyes at her.

“Are you trying to set me up with an imaginary friend?”

“His name is Bucky.” She deadpans.

“OH so for sure, you’re trying to set me up with your imaginary friend. Who names someone Bucky?”

“That’s what I said. WAIT Would you focus here! I found your future husband!”

“Seems fake...but okay.” She changes the show, bored by Dahmer suddenly.

“I’m gonna go check the mail...wanna start dinner?” Before Holly can answer, Vanessa jumps up and throws on a hoodie.

Vanessa heads down the stairs, as it’s the only way to get to the mailboxes since the elevator actually broke down this time. She swings around the corner too wide and suddenly bumps directly into a wall... But it’s not a wall, it’s a man. A beautiful, blue-eyed man. And he smells so nice.

“You okay there?” He steadies her and apologizes.

But all she can think about and focus on are his damn ocean eyes, and she catches his apology a little too late. Nessa says sorry profusely, repeating herself over and over “it’s my fault oh my god, I’m so so so sorry” and he chuckles, cause this pretty girl is kind of insane. Bucky slowly removes his hands from her arms realising he’s still holding her and awkwardly sprints up the stairs. He’s not the best at talking to girls…

Vanessa darts to the mailbox, collecting both the mail and her thoughts, before rushing back up to the apartment. Holly jumps as Nessa flies into the room and screams, “HOLLY I’M IN LOVE!”

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A few days later Sam and Bucky are walking through campus. Bucky stops, again, to retie his shoe and Sam nudges his shoulder so Bucky falls forward.

“You need new shoes.”

“Quit it! I know.”

Sam waits for him and looks around at his surroundings, groups of people on the grass, people carrying mounds of books. Then he sees, what he believes to be... an angel. In reality, it’s Holly trying to eat ice cream without spilling it on herself, I’m not talking sexy eating ice cream, I’m talking it’s dripping down her fingers and she’s struggling big time.

Sam is in awe with this girl, his eyes are caught on her tongue and her legs and everything about her. So caught up in this girl that he doesn’t notice Bucky standing up and brushing himself off until he’s walking straight into Sam, causing him to stumble and look away from the angel.

“What the hell?” Sam yells pushing Bucky back.

“Why aren’t you moving!?”

“I just saw the prettiest girl in the world excuse me, that’s why.” Bucky just shakes his head and starts walking down the path, Sam is quick to catch up.

“That’s impossible, the prettiest girl in the world lives in our apartment building and I would know, I’ve seen her” His thoughts go back to the small girl in the stairway, with the straight dark brown hair that he can’t stop thinking about and how it might feel running through his fingers.

“False. The prettiest girl in the world is right over there” Sam points to where Holly was standing but she’s nowhere to be found. There’s no one that looks even remotely like her around and he can’t find her. “What the hell where’d she go?!” Maybe she was an angel?

“Wow, I think you’ve finally lost it, buddy.” Bucky pats Sam’s back like a jackass and keeps walking.

“I hate you.”

“Come on...you’re making me late to class.”

”You just had to stop to tie your shoe for, like the thirtieth time...do you need velcro?”

“I’ll velcro you” The two shove each back and forth as they keep walking to Bucky’s class, both laughing but their minds not 100% in it.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” Sam bites back with a laugh.

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Outside of Vanessa’s lecture hall, Holly waits patiently, eating an ice cream cone. The ice cream was supposed to be a small snack before the pair took off to get lunch. As Vanessa approaches, Holly discards the trash.

“Holly...you’ve got something on your face.” Nessa grins, taking in the melted chocolate on Holly’s face.

“My snack fought with me. I don’t want to talk about it.” Holly sighs and Vanessa searches her bag for some emergency wet-wipes. They start walking but Holly stops abruptly.

“Wait! Did Sam want to come to lunch? It’s totally cool.” She hasn’t told Vanessa he’s Cute Butt, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to see him.

“He’s not in that class and we’re not close like that.” Vanessa pauses, watching Holly with a confused stare.

“Oh. Cool. Just trying to make new friends that aren’t lame...like you.” Holly covers, tossing the wipes into the nearest trash bin.

“Go have lunch with your imaginary friend then.”

“HE IS NOT IMAGINARY” Holly cries, jogging to catch up to Nessa.

“Sure Jan. Can we go to your cafe? I’m really feeling an artisanal salad.” She asks when Holly falls back into step.

“Who are you and what have you done with Nessa?”

“HARDY HAR. We’re going.”

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shadowsof-thenight · 5 years

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Flashlight: Chapter twelve

Story summary: This is an AU Two years ago, the love of your life walked out the door, breaking your heart into a million pieces. He had been unable to deal with his ptsd and you hadn’t been able to help him.Now that your best friend is marrying his friend, he’s coming back to town and you try to brace yourself for the reunion. Will you finally get closure?

Ship: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: mentions of ptsd, descriptions of ptsd, angst, heartbreak, reader wants to help but doesn’t understand ptsd.

Words: 2704

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A/N: Yeahhhh new chapter. Again sorry for the wait. Not sure where time went this time. As always the wonderful @beanstalk007 helped me with this (and all) chapters, and I am so grateful.

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“Guys, guys!” Steve’s voice boomed over the rest, “Lets just pick something and get started,” he finally had it with all the bickering and intervened as only he would. He never did like to see his friends argue, even if it was as light-hearted as this and you could not help the smile that formed on your face. Steve looked exasperated when Sam rolled his eyes and mocked him, while Natasha took advantage of the distraction and hid the phone from Sam. Neither one gave any thought to the number of cellphones in the room. Instead he began to tickle her, trying to get the hiding place from her. She shrieked and called for Wanda to help her, who jumped up on Sam’s back, pulling his hands away from Natasha. Everyone was laughing, while Maria calmly walked by them and took the phone from its hiding place behind the couch, causing the other culprits to stop their actions. Maria smiled a little too sweetly as she began to dial a number from memory. Now Clint jumped up, knowing full well what she would order and disagreeing with her choice loudly.

“Guys, come on, stop,” Steve tried again, though he had trouble keeping down the chuckle that was threatening to escape his lips at the sight before him.  Clint stood, jumping like a toddler having a fit, Natasha lay on the ground with both Sam and Wanda on top of her, Wanda still trying to pry Sam’s hands away from Nat’s sides and Maria stood calmly in the middle of it all with a smile on her face.

It didn’t matter how old everyone got, as long as nights like these would keep happening, you thought to yourself.

“Aye, Aye, Captain,” Wanda said as she reluctantly gave in to his pleas and stood up, her hand raised in mock salute. Chuckles resounded all around, not even Steve held back now and Bucky’s warm laughter rang out from behind you. You really did love these idiots.

“Wait, that has a ring to it,” Wanda exclaimed soon after, “Please tell me you made it to the rank of Captain”

“As if he wouldn’t have boasted about that if he had,” Sam countered and again everyone laughed. Steve got a little blush on his cheeks, picked up one of the pillows and threw it straight into Sam’s face. Since he was just getting up, he lost his balance and fell back on Nat who protested loudly at the weight that was suddenly on her. You patted Steve’s shoulders as laughter bubbled up and out of your throat.

“I vote pizza” you finally said, taking pity on Steve and the teasing he had opened himself up for tonight. He had mentioned he was tired and hungry, which explained his responses so well. Steve looked up at you gratefully and leaned back into the couch he was on.

“Of course!” Clint exclaimed, rolling his eyes, “You always choose pizza.”

He wasn’t wrong of course and you just shrugged with a huge grin on your face. Pizza was always, without fail, your go-to option for take out. Not only did it taste good, it was also easy to order for larger groups since you could easily adjust the toppings. That was a win-win right?  Oh, who were you kidding, even if it wasn’t the easier option you’d still pick it every single time. It would, however, probably prohibit you from winning the take-out arguments as often as you did if it wasn’t considered an easy option by the others as well.

“It’s heaven, dude” you joked and Clint pushed you with a chuckle, causing you to slip off the armrest of the couch. You landed hard on your bum. And everyone burst out laughing. Even Bucky, who had been rather quiet up until that point. He held out a hand to help you up and you quickly took up his offer.

As soon as you stood up, you pretended to be angry but it only lasted for about a second. You couldn’t help but laugh even though you could practically feel a bruise forming on your bottom. Soon, you were laughing loudly, swallowing a whine about the sore spot.

Teasing Clint was never a good plan. He was far more witty and wicked than you ever were. And a lot faster too. Laughing loudly, you sprinted away from him through the school courtyard and around the corner of the large high school. Of course he knew the place as good as you and there was no safety in the shadows. His fast paced footsteps came rapidly close and you suppressed a giggle, trying to remain silent as you hid behind a large bush.

Unfortunately, spring wasn’t in full swing just yet and the greenery wasn’t as full as it would be in a few weeks time, making your blue coat easy to spot by your friend. You tried to get away from him again, but the heavy rainfall from earlier that week had made the ground soft and slippery. Because of this, your feet had sunken into the soil and you slipped, falling hard on your ass with a loud shriek.

Clint was out of breath from running and his laughter was nearly soundless as he doubled over next to you, holding his stomach. Your shriek had alerted the rest of your group and soon they surrounded you, all of them laughing at your muddied appearance.

You whined pathetically about your ruined clothes and complained of a painful backside. Bucky winked as he stepped forward, his hands outstretched, promising to fix it for you. You laughed loudly as he wrapped his arms around you, placing his hands firmly on your bum and moving his head down to place a kiss on your lips.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat at the happy memory as you carefully sat back down on the armrest of the couch. Forcing a smile back on your face, you remained silent as Natasha made the group pick between pizza or Chinese food.

After that, the calm finally returned and when the food arrived a short while later, Clint pressed play on the video that one of their cousins had made during the wedding. After all, that was the entire plan behind this little get together. A plan which had only temporarily been sidetracked by the long discussion of what to order. Those very discussions were the reason that Natasha usually opted to cook for everyone and you were certain that she was already regretting her choice not to do so this evening.

You glanced sideways at Bucky, wondering if he had been drawn down memory lane lately. Since you heard he was coming back, it had been a rather frequent occurrence and it was turning somewhat inconvenient by now. The memories in and on itself weren’t too bad, but having them flash in front of your eyes while you were around others was slightly annoying. It was hard to fake your happiness when a much happier past was forcing itself onto your mind’s eye.

Steve seemed to sense your changing, souring mood and gently squeezed your knee, before pulling you into a side hug. This caused you to fall into his lap awkwardly and you both laughed loudly. You hugged him back tightly, before moving off the couch to sit in front of it. It seemed a safer option while you devoured the pizza that Natasha tossed on a plate for you. With your clumsiness, you might’ve fallen again and wasted your dinner. Now that would be an absolute shame. Food should never be wasted in your opinion. Especially food that tasted as good as this pizza did.

The ceremony had you in tears again as it played out on the screen; you still felt the love that the couple displayed during it. And it was filling the air again in this living room, with Natasha sitting incredibly close to Clint as he whispered in her ear, she blushed at his words and half-heartedly punched his shoulder, making him laugh. You regarded the scene with a smile and when Wanda caught your eye, you winked and she scrunched up her face in adoration in return. The married couple was simply too cute.

By the time that the screen showed fragments of the party, the atmosphere changed back to teasing again when Sam stood up and made everyone agree that he was easily the best dancer of the group. Everyone laughed and both Clint and Steve fought him over the title, while Maria sarcastically told Sam that he sure was. Her boyfriend decided to ignore her tone to fit his narrative and smiled radiantly at her. Wanda, Natasha and Maria then huddled together on the couch and told the men to hold a competition right then and there.

You ignored the entire discussion altogether though, because on the screen you could now see your dance with Bucky unfold. It took your breath away as you watched it, almost as much as it had during the actual dance. Carefully you glanced to the side again, hoping to catch Bucky’s reaction to the wedding video, but he wasn’t sitting in the chair anymore. Slightly confused you glanced around the room. When had he left? Maria caught your eye and nodded her head in the direction of the balcony. You placed your empty plate on the table and got up off the floor, walking in the direction Maria had nodded towards.

The balcony door was open and through it you could see him standing in the darkness of the evening sky, lit only by the street lights from below. He appeared to be staring blindly into the slowly darkening city. He seemed to be a million miles away, not even noticing as you came closer.

“Hey,” you said softly, not wanting to break the stillness that seemed to linger out on the balcony, “What are you doing out here?”

“Thinking,” he replied with a small shrug, not looking away from the skyline before him.

“Oh good,” you chuckled, “‘cause you don’t do that enough already,” you finished with a smile and he finally turned to face you, his face contorted in confusion.

“What do you mean??” He wondered, a smile playing on his lips. He looked so beautiful in the fading orange light of the sun that had nearly set completely, and you took a moment to take in the sight. He’d gone to the barber, his untamed long locks gone to make way for a shorter cut and his bread reduced to a five o’clock shadow. He looked really good and you could feel your heart skipping a beat. What you wouldn’t give to lean against him now and hug him close.

“You tend to overthink things, love,” you offered instead, moving closer to the railing beside him and leaning against it. He chuckled at your words, not even trying to deny them.

“How have you been?” You wondered, you haven't seen or talked to him since your conversation over a week ago. You needed some time after that, despite the fact that you didn’t even get to the nitty gritty of your problems yet. There was just so much pain between the two of you, that it simply couldn’t be addressed in one single conversation.

“Had my first meeting yesterday,” Bucky confessed a little uneasy, not looking at you.

“Oh, what was it like?” You really couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him to even begin to unravel all the things he had been suppressing. Not only had you never gone to therapy, but you had never personally had such difficult circumstances in your life either.

He shrugged, staring at his feet. His hands had been shoved deep into his pockets as soon as you had joined him on the balcony. He took his flesh hand out now to comb his fingers through his hair and scratch at his neck. It was hard to realise just how self-conscious his prosthetic still made him. Earlier that evening you’d had some small hope that it was getting better, when he had laid it gingerly in his lap, even though most of his hands had been covered by the sleeves of his sweater.

“It was…hard,” he finally confessed in a mere whisper.

“I’m sorry, Buck,” you said, wishing that there was something to make this easier for him, for everyone really. If only you could jump through time and leave the hard parts behind you and just get to the easier part.

“She made me recount my entire medical history, my time in the army, they even touched on my childhood,” he elaborated carefully, as if his words could scare you off now.

“That’s a lot,” you weren’t sure what to say to that, “Anything surprise you?”

“No, not really. I’ve had a good life. Until…” he couldn’t finish the sentence and you didn’t press him. You knew what he meant and knew that there would be a day where he would be able to speak of it. Until then, you didn’t need to rush or pressure him. He took the first step to healing. All that was left now was to give him time.

Silence hung between you for a few minutes. Bucky clearly wasn’t ready to tell you more, though you had been surprised by his openness so far. You accepted his boundaries and decided to try and get him back inside with the rest of the group. If only to get him out of the funk he seemed to be in.

“Why don’t you come back inside?” You reached out a hand for him to take, hoping it would appear as kind to him as it was intended.

“Nah, I’m just gonna go home,” he answered after a short silence, then quickly offered you a smile. You realised he was trying to soften his words with that smile and to show him that there were no hurt feelings here, you smiled back.

“Just so you know,” you began as you moved back through the door leading inside, “it is really good to have you back.” You smiled again, turned around and left him behind on the balcony while you joined the rest of the group in the living room.

Sitting down in the chair that Bucky had vacated earlier, Wanda quickly sat down on the armrest, leaning against you. You smiled brightly at her and she hugged you close. Not long after, Bucky came inside as well, bidding everyone goodbye. Clint walked him out and Sam decided that it was too early for the night to be over. He tried to convince everyone to go out, unfortunately, at least half of the occupants in the room deadpanned him and he agreed to a movie night instead.

All too soon, another discussion broke out between Steve and Sam, one that Maria broke off by informing them that tonight was all about Natasha and Clint. Steve and Sam mentioned that they’d had their day, but it was on deaf ears. They were the minority in this conversation. Of course, Nat and Clint couldn’t agree either and you just laughed as you watched them both trying to convince the other by promising favours. Finally, Clint gave in and a movie was chosen while you helped Natasha with snacks and drinks for everyone.

By the time you had settled into a seat and the movie had begun, your phone buzzed. Lazily you leaned forward to grab it from the table, without knocking Natasha over the head with it. She had picked a spot on the floor, right in front of you and she was painting your toenails as the movie played.

‘Glad to be back’

Four words, it was all the message entailed, but it caused a huge grin to flash over your features. It wasn’t much, but it was a definite start. It felt good and you decided to enjoy the moment for as long as you could. Ignoring the enquiring looks, you locked your phone and continued to watch the movie with the smile fixed on your face.

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Chapter thirteen

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eyesfixedonthesun22 · 5 years

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Y.M.C.A

Summary: Hoping to bust a sex trafficking case at The Bop House: Roller Club, you and your best friends need to go undercover. In the process, you and Bucky decide to push Steve’s buttons. Pairing: None romantically, Platonic Stucky x Reader Warning(s): Cursing. Mentions of sex trafficking but nothing descriptive. Pretty G rated. Friend fluff. Word Count: 1,850 Beta Reader: Thanks to my darling honeybuns, @supersoldiersruined-me and @bumbercrotch for beta rendering. Notes: This is my entry to @thatfanficstuff‘s 1.5K writing challenge. My prompt was “Why is everyone singing?”. Congrats Kat on hosting! So happy for your milestone!

“Alright gang, new lead on that sex trafficking case.” Tony’s standing at the head of a conference room, plowing through a mountain of various briefing slides.

“Why are you talking like we’re in an episode of Scooby Doo? Alright gang,” you mock. “Next you’ll be saying jinkies.”

You and the rest of the team have been stuck in the conference room long past your lunch time. Needless to say, patience for Tony’s lecturing is wearing thin. He squints at you before returning back to the slides.

“As I was saying… intel has informed us Markus Livingston is planning to attend some big event at one of their satellite hideouts. We’ve been after this guy for months, but he never seems to show his face.”

“Probably afraid you’ll lecture him for hours.” You high five Bucky for the quip.

“Does anyone wanna take this seriously?” Tony asks.

Nat continues analyzing her split ends. Sam is playing a game on his phone. You swear Steve is asleep with his eyes open. Your suspicions are confirmed with Bucky knocks his knee into Steve startling him awake.

“Seriously, Cap!?” Tony pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I was listening Tony. I swear!”

“Tony, next time please schedule the mission briefing before all the boring housekeeping tasks. An email would have sufficed for the first three hours of this meeting,” Nat chimes in.

“None of you read your damn emails!”

“Exactly!” Bucky whispers to you. Tony either doesn’t hear him or chooses to continue regardless.

“Markus Livingston, who kidnaps and traffics children into sex slavery, which apparently is not important to you all…” Everyone shuffles and sits at attention, reminded of the seriousness of the crime. “Thank you. He’s planning to attend some big event at one of their satellite hideouts; a place by the name of The Bop House: Roller Club.”

“A roller rink? How retro,” Sam tuts; no longer engrossed in his phone game.

“Who’s assigned?” Nat asks.

“Yourself, Agent Y/N, Sam, and the Centurions. Wanda, Clint, Bruce and Vision are still wrapping up that job in Cambodia and it’s my day off with Pepper.” He finishes with the most fake smile you’ve seen on him.

Steve’s posture shifts, deciding it's time to play Captain. “Covers?”

“Provided.” Tony slides packets across the table. You skim the mission briefing but are interrupted by a snort from Sam. Flipping a couple pages to the assigned covers you see why. The theme of the event is “Skating Through the Ages.”

“What the ever-living hell is Skating Through the Ages?”

“Roller Skating. Dressed as various historical clichés.” You all stare up at Tony in disbelief. “Ya know, hippies, poodle skirts, 80’s glam, 90’s grunge?”

You no longer have any curiosity why Tony chose to sit out this particular mission. Anything that didn’t allow him to be himself or Iron Man was a hard pass in his book.

“It’s another couples cover,” Sam groans. You continue to read. Looks like Sam and Natasha are posing as a couple along with you and… the space is left blank. You raise your eyebrows a bit in surprise.

“Tony, who’s my partner?”

“Me.” Steve and Bucky answer in unison. You raise a single eyebrow and swivel your chair back to Tony hoping for some help.

“Don’t look at me, Y/N. Let those two figure it out.” You swivel back to your two best friends who are now engaged in a heated whisper argument.

“Buck, come on. You vowed never to do couple covers. In fact, you threw a massive hissy fit the last time Stark tried to assign you one”

“That’s not true, Steven. I have no qualms with the couples cover.”

“I’m the Captain.”

“Now he pulls the Captain Card!”

You look back and forth at the boys. “If you both wanna be a couple so bad, you can always go together?”

They both look at you reclining back in your chair coolly; faces both a vibrant shade of pink. You had no idea what had gotten into the both of them.

“I flipped a coin in my head-” both men stare at Tony waiting for the verdict. “-and realized I don't care.” With that, Tony closes the presentation and exits the conference room.

“Looks like we got a throuple!” Sam cracks.

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Arriving at the rink you’re an excited ball of energy next to a glum accompanying crowd.

“Am I the only one excited about this?”

Sam huffs before responding, “I look like a knock-off Hendrix with my ginger Janis Joplin. So, forgive me I’m not jumping for joy.”

“Excuse me! I did not spend three hours doing my hair for that comparison.” You had to give Nat credit. Despite Sam’s comparison she looked nothing like Joplin; more like a sultry redhead Farrah Fawcett.

Bucky and Steve flank each of your sides pouting. They’re dressed like fifties greasers complete with slicked back hair, white t-shirts, and black leather jackets. You had to admit, it was a good look for the both of them.

“I get Sam and Nat being huffy, but I can’t deal with you guys moping too.”

“Sorry Y/N/N, I feel naked without my suit.”

“Poor golden boy doesn’t like being on the other side?” Bucky taunts. He was reveling Steve’s discomfort.

“Hush you two. If we’re gonna be a successful throuple we need to be madly in love and not bickering assholes.” You feel the eyerolls before you see them but promptly smack both of them in the temple. “I’m serious.”

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A handful of hours have passed at the roller rink. Nat and Sam have cozied up to some of the henchman near Livingston trying to figure out if he was gonna show tonight. You and the boys were on recon around the rink hoping to find out more about where they were hiding the children.

The three of you had already scoped out the arcade area and bar. You now skate leisurely around the rink, hand-in-hand with Bucky and Steve. You’d been friends with them long enough the couple act was comfortable. To any onlooker, you would look like a blissful throuple; but you knew better. The boy’s eyes were in mission mode; constantly on a swivel observing the comings and goings, checking patterns, looking for abnormalities.

They had both surprised you with their natural ability skating. Perhaps you shouldn’t have been shocked; it seemed the serum added an unnatural grace and a quickness to learn new tasks you’ve grown fond of. You approach the curve of the rink, preparing to make the turn with your chain of three. Right skate crosses gracefully over left. It’s a sudden mix of limbs and skates. Somehow the three of you manage not to topple into a heap as Steve skids to a halt dragging both you and Bucky along.

“Livingston in the building. Our two. Nat. Sam. Nine o’clock,” he whispers into the communication device.

“Move you, star spangled ass!” Steve’s eyebrows raise at your blatant insubordination once you detangle your skates. Best friends or not, Steve demands a certain level of respect on missions.

“If we’re the only people on the rink not skating, glaring at a mob boss, it may draw some unnecessary attention.” Your voice is firm and annoyed, but your body language says nothing but caring partner. Bucky catches on.

“Yeah, darling Steven. Tripped over your skate there and almost took us down.” Steve is not amused, but knows your both right.

“Okay, sweethearts.” His voice still clearly displaying his desire to tackle Livingston. “Let’s finish this lap and go sit down. I think I twisted my ankle.”

The three of you remake your hand holding chain, Steve now in the middle feigning a hurt ankle, and skate towards the exit on the far side of the rink. Under his breath, Steve is whispering orders to Nat and Sam hopefully directing the capture of Livingston.

Your progress off the rink is slowed by Steve’s fake injury. The three of you make it halfway when the song changes.

Young man, there’s no need to feel down

I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground

I said, young man, ‘cause you’re in a new town

There’s no need to be unhappy

Nearly everyone on the rink has stopped to dance in place, further slowing your passage. You drag your right skate behind you to slow your pace. Bucky does the same.

“Why are we slowing down!” Steve grumbles.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Captain, everyone else has stopped. I don’t feel like crushing small civilians under my super soldier body while we’re under cover.”

Young man, there’s a place you can go

I said, young man, where you’re short and your dough

You can stay there, and I’m sure you will find

Many ways to have a good time

“Sam! Nat!” Steve’s whisper yelling into the com as best he can over the music. “Move on Livingston. We’re stuck on the rink… Sam!? Nat?!”

It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.

Steve looks around the rink in frustrated horror. Bucky is insanely calm, basking in the destruction of Steve’s type A, leadership. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a flash of red. It’s Nat bringing down Markus Livingston while Sam stealthy covers his mouth with duct tape as to not make a scene. With the mission at completion you decide to enjoy the roller rink while you can.

They have everything for young men to enjoy

You can hang out with all the boys

You shimmy your shoulders, rolling your hips to the beat intentionally knocking into both Bucky and Steve. Bucky seems to have also noticed Nat’s takedown despite the radio silence. He joins you in dancing around Steve. Clearly, he’s never heard the song before as all his moves are off beat.

It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.

“Why is everyone singing!?” Steve yells. He’s livid with the two of you. You throw your arms up to form the letters; singing in his face.

It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.

“Would you two focus!” he bellows. His face is tomato red; eyebrows firmly knitted together. You can tell he’s either preparing a massive lecture or he’s gonna blow cover and storm over to handle Livingston himself.

“Captain, sir. Permission to speak?” Bucky’s still dancing to the song in front of Steve. You wonder if perhaps the two of you have gone too far in taunting him. Steve looks ready to land a punch right to the brunette’s face; cover or not. Steve ignores him.

“Permission to continue dancing as Natasha and Sam detained Livingston about sixty seconds ago?” Steve’s features settle into befuddlement.

“Yeah… good catch, Cap.” You bump your hip against his playfully, hoping he’ll let loose and drop his stoic Captain mask. His brows unknit and a smirk curls onto his lips.

“Sometimes I hate you two.” His words are harsh but his tone indicates otherwise. “Now teach me this god forsaken dance.”

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