#bucky barnes x disabled!reader

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⋆ mood lighting → b. barnes ⋆

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pairing - 1930s!bucky barnes x fem!wheelchair-user!reader

word count - 1.6k

key - y/e/c - your eye colour

summary - you never understood why he always came to the dances your resident home threw but you were always so glad when he did

warnings - MINORS DNI, fluff, so much fluff, little plot, just fluff, brief mention of abandonment

author's note - when i say that the headcanon behind this has been living rent-free in my head for over a year, i just knew i had to make this my very first fic on here - it's truly a self-indulgent fic and i don't care

please don't copy, repost or translate this !

You locked gazes with him in the low lighting as soon as you entered the room before you quickly looked away in embarrassment. He was stood to the side like he usually was when these things were starting up, welcoming conversations with the other residents with a broad smile and a listening ear, though his eyes kept flickering back to you whenever you managed to glance at him, making you blush and look away every time. James Buchanan Barnes. That was what Miss Morris told you all to call him. James or Mr Barnes. But, when Miss Morris wasn’t listening, he always insisted that you were to call him Bucky. It was what his friends called him and he wanted you and your friends to feel like he was your friend too, not some random man who was a volunteer at your own home. Because he was a friend. 

He came to the home at least twice a week. Always Mondays and Fridays. Sometimes, he’d bring Steve too but, most of the time, it’d be just him. And... What was special about him was the fact that he had never treated anyone in there like children. Even the children. You’d seen him before, talking to the younger residents as if they were miniature adults as he played with them, and it warmed your heart. He was a sweet man. And he definitely made all of the girls swoon. 

The usual fluorescent white lights were replaced with what your friends called ‘mood lighting’ and you could almost feel the music float around the room as it played from the record player in the corner. Not too loud, not too soft. Just... Perfect. As you looked around the room, you noticed a few of your friends were already dotted around, swaying around the makeshift dance floor mindlessly with absent smiles, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Nights like these were always your favourites. So full of laughter and conversation that you wished every night could be like this but, at the same time, you knew that not having these nights all of the time made them even more special. 

But Bucky... God, Bucky Barnes. He was undoubtedly the highlight of these nights. He never missed them, always taking time out of his own life to attend and help out, and you could never understand why. Was there nothing better he could do with his evenings? Not that you or anyone else were complaining, of course. You were always excited to see him. Him with his eyes and his smile and his chuckles that, more often than not, turned into uproarious laughter... 

It was safe to say that you had a crush on the apparently-famous heartbreaker of Brooklyn. You and all of the other girls at the resident home. Some of them did prefer Steve when he tagged along and the poor boy would always be so flustered around them but you... You never looked at anyone else. Besides Steve, no-one else had ever treated you in the way Bucky had, not even your own parents when they visited, God bless them though. While everyone else babied you and tended you to help you with every little thing, Bucky liked to challenge you and treated you as who you were - a girl his age - and, when Miss Morris wasn’t looking, he’d flirt with you too. You were certain he did it with everyone but it still made you feel special. 

“Hey there, doll.” 

Finding yourself at the refreshments table, you jumped in your wheelchair at the sudden voice and turned your head in the direction towards it, only to be greeted with Bucky and his adorable apologetic smile, his blue eyes sparkling in the low light. Your heart thundered as your y/e/c eyes met his. You hadn’t even realised he walked over to you until he spoke up, you were far too busy daydreaming about him. Flustered, you smiled too.  

“H-Hi, Bucky,” you stammered and cursed under your breath as you did so but he just chuckled. 

He leant across the table to pluck two cups from the stack, retrieving a paper straw for you, and you watched him pour punch into them before looking out at the room, noticing how loud your surroundings had become as more of your fellow residents arrived. You didn’t even know what you were celebrating tonight but you loved seeing everyone happy. 

“Here you are, sweetheart,” Bucky said, pulling your attention back to him, as he sat on a chair beside you and held out your drink. 

“Thanks, Bucky,” you replied and took a sip before he placed it aside for you. “No Steve tonight?” 

Bucky shook his head. “He wanted to come but his ma took a turn for the worst so he’s lookin’ after her.” 

You frowned and watched as Bucky sipped his drink, his eyes wandering over the growing crowd with a content smile on his face. You loved how much he cared about the people no-one else seemed to think twice about, especially the little kids who had been abandoned by their parents because they’d been born with something that made them different. To everyone in the resident home, he was the older brother they needed, he gave them the love and care that they deserved and, in that moment, when you were staring at him in the low light, you realised that that was why you’d fallen for him. No-one you’d ever known was as kind-hearted and loving as he was. 

You both lost track of time as you sat together, talking about anything and everything you could think about, even though you both knew everything about each other already, when you noticed that the record player had stopped playing the generic jazz tunes that these nights were usually full of and instead was playing a sweet, soft tune. You turned to look back at Bucky, going to ask him if he knew what the song was, but he was already stood in front of you with his arm outstretched for you. Your face turned bright red under his stare. This wasn’t an unfamiliar position you found yourself in, you and Bucky danced together every time these nights happened. He danced with every girl in the resident home to make them feel special and you loved that about him.  

But this time was different. 

The way he stared at you was different. There was a gleam in his blue eyes that you didn’t recognise, something behind his boyish smile you found hard to decipher. Normally, the two of you would crack a joke as he asked you to dance but it didn’t seem to be the right time tonight. 

“How ‘bout a dance, doll?” he asked as the singer started singing above the music. 

You found yourself at a loss for words so you nodded and his smile grew twice its size as he bent down to help you to your feet. You smiled at him and reached up to brush his hair from his eyes but shrieked out laughing as he spun you off of your feet, fluidly situating you both onto the dance floor before he set you back on the ground. Your face burned scarlet and your heart was singing along to the song as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands holding your waist delicately as you swayed to the music together. Bucky started to hum along as you stared into each other’s eyes in the low light. Your heart sped up. You didn’t know what he was doing, what lurked behind everything he did tonight, but you did know one thing as you danced and danced. 

You were falling deeper and deeper for Bucky Barnes. 

“Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm. And your cheeks so soft,” he sung softly, moving to rest his forehead on yours, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “There is nothing for me but to love you... And the way you look tonight.” 

“Bucky...” you whispered. 

It felt like a dream. You could’ve sworn you’ve had this dream before. Since you first met him, you’ve wanted this, so why were you scared at the prospect of it finally coming true? 

Were you scared though? Scared didn’t feel like the right word for how you felt but you couldn’t think of what you meant, not with him taking over all of your senses. Everything within you screamed for you to do something, to do the thing that was in every one of your favourite novels. You felt almost as if you would never survive the night if you didn’t. But you were frozen. You couldn’t do it. 

So he did it instead. 

For a moment, it was just you two on the dance floor, it was just you two in the room, swaying to the sweet song that played from the record player, as Bucky’s blue eyes pierced into your own y/e/c eyes. Then they darted to your lips for a brief second and your heart sped up. You hoped he couldn’t hear its thumping as he leaned in closer and pressed his lips onto yours. 

You were surprised that your lips knew how to respond when they had never been kissed before but you weren’t complaining, especially when he pulled you in closer. You felt lightheaded in the best way possible during the kiss, you found yourself wanting more and more as the seconds passed and a frown fell upon your lips as he pulled away, which made him chuckle. He kissed your forehead before placing his on it again and, as you stared into his eyes in the mood lighting, you knew everything he was thinking. He didn’t have to utter a single word. 

It didn’t matter what Miss Morris thought. You were Bucky’s girl now. 

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[bucky barnes x disabled!reader]

summary: you matched on a dating app, but you didn't tell him that you use a cane. bucky's response is not what you expected. it's better.

warnings: mention of smut, but mostly fluff and insecurity on both bucky and reader's part. autumnal vibes all around.

a/n: i became disabled in the last few years and i have really struggled with needing a cane to increase my mobility, especially where dating is concerned. i wrote this as a love letter to myself, and other babes who are processing what it means to accept love as a disabled human being. enjoy. <3

***

You didn’t tell him. 

If the last six were a good litmus, it was for the best. Apparently being that honest with a man you met on a dating app was to be avoided at all costs. The goal, ultimately, was to have him say: “You’re prettier in person,” and then flush like he was comparing the version of you in his head to the reality before him, and coming up wanting.

Bucky was his name. He hadn’t proposed anything rigorous–he liked coffee, as did you. It wasn’t like he suggested a Central Park marathon for your date.  You weren’t even sure how you matched; it probably happened when you left your phone unattended in the same room as Natasha–whose taste was much more varied than yours. Adventurous. It’s not that you wouldn’t have swiped in interest over Bucky, 39, Brooklyn. But not until he swiped first. 

That wasn’t entirely true. You remembered his face popping up as you doom-scrolled for Jesus, on a two day pajama pity-party bender. Consuming Norah Ephron films and cheap cabernet, you swiped right on any man with kind eyes who didn’t have a fish picture in his array. Which… the pickings were slim. But his face–Bucky’s–appeared beneath your thumb as Meg Ryan met Tom Hanks at the top of the Empire State Building on your third watch-through of ‘Sleepless in Seattle,’ and it felt serendipitous. Bucky, 39, Brooklyn looked very serious, and he had a white long-haired cat. You swiped. He swiped. He was nice in his first message…

Hi… I’m new to this, but it looks like we both hit the magic button.

So, there you were.

You arranged to meet at eleven–you were at the coffee shop by ten-thirty, so you could sit by the window and not have to walk towards him. You tucked yourself into the booth and stashed your things on the bench seat beside you, eager to meet the first guy who said yes to a date since you got back on the horse, so to speak. Nevermind that you hadn’t told him the whole truth.

When he walked in–ten minutes early–he scanned the little cafe until his eyes fell on you. His expression went from hardened and serious to… bashful, almost. He recognized you right away, and there was no way you could mistake him either. 

What was that thing about people being prettier in person? 

He was dressed in layers to combat Autumn in New York (comfortable in varying shades of blue and brown) with leather gloves on, which shone like they hadn’t yet been worn before that day. So like a native New Yorker to wear the same tattered coat… but quality, definitely an expensive peacoat which could last him several generations… but buy brand new gloves when the slightest chill sets in.

Bucky was scruffy, like he couldn’t quite bother to shave but every few days. You didn’t mind. When he approached, he had vibrant energy, like it was all packed up inside with nerves.

“Hi. Sorry. I think we had the same idea,” he said breathlessly as he approached. He held out his right hand to you. You grasped his fingers automatically, but he didn’t shake. He squeezed softly, and then pressed it between his own. 

“It’s Bucky. I’ve already had coffee. Too much. I was nervous. But if you still want some, I’ll just get decaf.” 

“Y/n. To be honest, I did the same,” you chuckled, nodding to the half-empty carafe on the table, which your waiter had left after the third refill in twenty minutes. “It’s nice to meet in person.”

“I don’t do this kinda thing, I gotta warn you.” Bucky shucked off his coat and slid into the booth across from you. The gloves remained. He had a loved but noble corduroy blazer on, over a henley. “Dating. I hate the whole conceit.”

“You’re two-for-two!” You grinned. “My roommate got me on the apps. They can be blamed for seventy-five percent of my daily dread.”

“What’s the other quarter?”

“Global warming, and getting shat on by pigeons coming out of the subway.”

“Fair,” he said, smiling. You dimpled at one another. “We don’t have to stay. We’re caffeinated, and I might start levitating, here. We could walk a bit?”

Your stomach lurched. “We could. Where?”

“Dunno. I’m sorry–I have no idea how to be out. We should just sit here for the requisite number of minutes before upsetting the structure of a date.” He smiled at you pleasantly, but it was clear how incredibly nervous he still was… and how unlikely it was to go away unless he could be more active. Which meant standing. Walking, some. Something which you were not prepared to do.

Bucky watched your expression shift. He sat forward and reached out to touch your forearm. “You okay?”

“So. Yes, um. Yes, I’m okay,” you sighed. “It’s still new for me so I’m figuring it out, but… walking long distances? Can’t do it. I could probably handle a short walk, but I’ve had a rough time the last week, so I don’t know how much stamina I have. Even with my trusted friend, here. So.” You showed the head of your cane above the table bashfully, and looked away. “Sorry–people get weird about this stuff, I’m finding out, so I don’t really say anything in advance.”

Bucky blinked for a moment, then he leaned forward, resting both elbows on the table. “What do you mean weird?” His blue eyes narrowed.

“Suddenly unmatch. Tell me ‘it’s such a shame.’” You huffed. “Although it’s guys, on the whole. Women care less. But that’s beside the point–”

“Because of that?” He pointed at the seat beside you, where all of your belongings were stashed, and you knew what he meant. You nodded.

“I don’t say it in so many words. I’m not like–hey, just fyi, I use a cane, so deal with it or fuck off–”

“Why not? That would be a good way to separate out the weak and worthless,” Bucky said, but you could’ve sworn you heard a little touch of anger in his tone. He shook his head. “Doll… shit. Men are shit.”

“Yeah. They are. Sorry.”

“No, I’m shit, too. You can’t insult me when it’s true.” Bucky sat back against the worn cushion. “So, we going? Or are you going to talk me into an espresso to see if I can fly?”

“Sure. If you want to. I’m just slow–”

“Nonsense.” Bucky scooted out of the booth. “I grew up in this neighborhood. There’s plenty to do. And see.” He paused. “If this is insulting, just tell me to fuck off… You can lean on me.” He held out his elbow like an offering.

You could have cried. “Um. Okay.”

“Yeah? I–I would’ve offered, regardless. I like talking to you. I’ve enjoyed myself… through the phone.” Bucky scratched his cheek in embarrassment. “So. Even if you didn’t share, I probably would’ve tried to find a reason.”

“Really, I’ve just given you an excuse,” you said, tamping down a smile. He nodded solemnly.

“It’s thoughtful of you to spare me.” Bucky raised his eyebrows, waiting. The waiter breezed by, just then–

“You can pay at the front register!” the beleaguered hipster sighed, gesturing to the counter at which there was an extensive line. Bucky grabbed his elbow and fished a bill out of his pocket, slapping it in the guy’s palm. The waiter stared down at the twenty in his hand. “Great. I’m a human cash register.”

“Keep the change,” Bucky said. He turned back to you. “Do you get motion sick?”

“No?” You were clearly holding up whatever grand plans he was making in his head, so you hastily grabbed your things. Bucky liberated your coat from your hands and held it open. You stood slowly, leaning on the aid which had given you newfound freedom. Bucky smiled at you softly. He wasn’t impatient, just… excited. You slid your arms into your coat with Bucky’s help, and then curled your fingers into his elbow. His cheeks reddened. He had a boyishness to him which was endearing. 

“This okay?”

Okay? Well. If you considered the wafting warmth of sandalwood cologne and the soft weave of his woolen peacoat okay, then you were dandy. You nodded, feeling your own cheeks flush under his attentive gaze.

“Great. I have an idea, if you’re game. So.” He cleared his throat, ushering you through the front door of the shop onto the sidewalk. “Where do you stand on surprises?”

“Um. Hate ‘em, to be honest.”

“How bad?”

“Flash mob? My idea of hell.”

“K–In that case, I’m gonna call a friend, he runs a ride service. There’s a festival in bridge park–I keep seeing fliers for it all over. We could check it out.”

You couldn’t help the smile which pulled at your cheeks. If that’s the sort of surprise Bucky had in mind, you would’ve been charmed by it. But knowing how quickly his brain was working to improvise a date was impressive, so you squeezed his elbow. 

“Sounds fun.”

“Good. Okay.” His mouth turned up at the corner and his eyes crinkled. 

He quickly dialed a number he had memorized, but not saved in his contacts. It made you wonder how many other people he knew by heart, and what it took to be remembered by this Brooklyn boy. He didn’t say much into the phone, just the intersection you stood on. Bucky hung up abruptly and pocketed his phone again, clearly intent on hiding it away.

“He’s two streets over, it’ll be five minutes max.”

He was a horse-and-buggy driver, who had festooned his buggy with bales of hay and pumpkins bearing hastily Sharpie’d faces drawn on them by someone under the age of ten. When the carriage pulled up outside of the chain coffee shop, Bucky grinned, passing the coachman a tenner and ushering you into the four-wheeled hayride. The straw was strewn over the plush seating poorly enough to poke you in the ass, even through your coat, but Bucky was so excited to pull the plaid wool blanket over your legs that you tolerated the gluteal acupuncture. He stashed your cane beside himself, and pressed you close enough that your thigh pressed against his. 

“I went to school with Pat,” he explained, gesturing to the driver who was too far away to engage in conversation, but kept throwing back knowing glances at you and Bucky. “Kindergarten through the twelfth grade.”

“You really are in your neighborhood.”

“Yeah.” He blushed. “Never did get out, like I thought I would. Not complaining though. There’s a lot to love about Brooklyn.”

Bucky encouraged you to wrap your arm through the loop of his elbow again, and pointed out things to you about Brooklyn which had defied your notice prior. Brickwork at the pinnacle of a building, dating back to the 1920’s. A man dressed like a bush who stood on the street corner, blocking the walk button so no pedestrian could disturb his meditation. The fire hydrant he broke the bolt off senior year, flooding the sewer drains and causing rats to rush down the gutters like a parade of hissing floats. Halloween decorations in windows. Scarecrows mounted to telephone poles like they guarded a field of yellow taxis with as much aplomb as a treasury of corn stalks.

All the while… he distracted you. Little touches on your wrist where your coat met your skin with his soft gloves left you curling your fingers around air, and still he persisted. You studied his profile when he was distracted. With stubble and expression lines, he had character. He wasn’t stoic like you had thought him. Every inkling which crossed his brain was projected on his forehead like a drive-in feature just for you. And he kept smiling at you. 

You arrived at Brooklyn Bridge park having spent an eternity and no time at all in a horse-drawn carriage positively burdened with loose hay, but the tents and balloons and various sizes of gourds distracted you from anything but the Autumnal joy of it all. Stalls lined the park in a makeshift walkway, which smelled of pie spices and syrup, and crisping ham on a rotisserie, and campfire. 

When he helped you down from the carriage, placing your cane at your dominant side, Bucky instantly seemed to have a plan. Time passed like you were observing through a looking glass. He ushered a cup of cider into your hands, and then adios’d the empty into the garbage once you finished it. You dominated the hammer game, winning a massive plush gorilla. Which you promptly gave away to the first screaming child you saw, to Bucky’s amusement. He fed you funnel cake while you picked out your choice for the fastest piglet in a race which consisted of five piglets running around a kiddie pool. You lost–everyone did, when the piglets abandoned course to lay in the tepid water and snort bubbles at one another–but you left a lingering dusting of powdered sugar behind at the corner of your mouth. Bucky wiped it away without a second thought.

And so the date continued, with you floating beside a man whose eyes sparkled with delight every time you found joy in something. It didn’t feel like you had only met that day. You reached for his hand to express delight. He curled his fingers over your shoulder to wish you luck in the ring toss. Bucky–Barnes was his last name, you learned–was some kind of familiar fixture. He even bought you a coffee, and then brutally beat a group of sixth-graders at bobbing-for-apples.

It wasn’t until the sun tucked itself behind the rooftops that you realized dusk approached. Without needing to ask, Bucky summoned a cab. You had leaned on him heavily the second half of the afternoon, and opted to sit every opportunity you got. Yet… Bucky’s excitement never diminished. It wasn’t until you sat on the top step of your stoop that you realized it.

That was the best date you had ever been on.

And you sure as hell didn’t want it to end. The stars were out in force–as clear a night as you had ever seen in the city of light pollution, and yet… Orion’s belt… the pan handle of a Dipper… stars shone for you.

Bucky shoved his hands into his coat pockets in acknowledgement of the drop in temperature, while he balanced one foot up a step from you. He studied you through honest eyes–that is, he looked at you like he saw who you were without pretense. Which felt very vulnerable.

“Repeat the question,” you breathed.

Bucky smiled. “You date much?”

You shook your head. “No. To be honest, I don’t usually feel like it’s worth it. Putting myself out there. I’m sorry–I know it sounds like I’m wallowing in self-pity, but, uh. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it. Being turned down. Because I use a stupid piece of metal to walk.”

“You could spend a lot of time feeling sorry for yourself, doll. And–that’s not to say you don’t have the goddamn right to feel some type of way about it. It’s your body, it’s not how you pictured your life going. Of course you’re gonna be sore about it. You aren’t alone in that. I’m just sayin’... Anybody who’d lose out on a chance with you because of something as insignificant as a tube of aluminum ain’t the type of person you wanna waste your time with anyhow.”

“It’s weird. I don’t disagree with what you’re saying, but. I dunno. It’s hard to think people exist who aren’t gonna be weird about a freakin’ cane.”

Bucky crossed his arms. “Fuck’em. Waste of your time.”

“What about you? Are you a time-waster?”

“Worse. I’m a Brooklyn boy. We can wait out a stubborn dame with the best of ‘em.” Bucky braced himself on the railing. “Can I take you out again?”

“You’re gonna sit on my porch until I agree to a second date?”

“I–when you say it like that, I sound like a creep,” he chuckled. “No, I just… if you had a good time, and I really hope you did, I would like to treat you to another date. I took a wild guess on the festival idea, but I can think of a million other things. More than just coffee.”

“I was holding a coffee mug in my profile photo,” you laughed. “That was enough.”

“There’s more out there.”

“I had a good time.”

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

You watched his face turn from excitement to pure glee. His body angled towards you intensely. All his energy was directed towards you. It made your skin tingle, and all good sense fled from your mind.

“Just come in, Bucky.”

“You gotta say it, or I ain’t budging. This is all up to you, doll.”

“Yes, okay?” You leaned against the doorway with an exasperated sigh. “I had a great time. You’re adorable, and exhausting, and I’ve never had more fun on a first date. Or any date, for that matter. Please–come inside. Kiss me a little. I think you’re probably good at it.”

“It’s been awhile,” he admitted quietly, though he pushed off the railing to do as you bid him.

“Good. I don’t like it so formal–”

“You’re so cute.”

“I’m not–”

“No, it isn’t up for debate.” Bucky tucked a finger under your chin so you’d look up at him, given that your attention had fallen to the laces of his boots in embarrassment. His irises flicked back and forth, mapping every refraction in your eyes. “I know cute when I see her. And there’s nobody else in this whole damned city but you, doll.”

He kissed you as if that were true… as if he had stepped out of the subway to a world devoid of anything but a billion scattered golden leaves tracing circles on the pavement, and a girl with a cane who hates surprises. As if–in that dystopian and autumnal universe, that were heaven to him. Like he’d been looking for you in every empty coffee shop. Like he knew you, and it was only a matter of walking into the right store. It was soft, the drag of his lips over yours. At first he just ghosted a millimeter from your mouth, but then he needed to know… so he gave in. He didn’t spoil it with tongue too soon. Bucky discovered you.

You’d been kissed, but never at the world’s end. The world you knew was siphoned away. In this one? Well, kisses stopped time. Made leaves hang in the air between gasping breaths. Kisses were where the light got in. Where sun broke through clouds… where a girl who didn’t much care for vulnerability let a man she barely knew steal every little sound from her throat, out on her front stoop where anybody could see them.

You got the door open by feel, and stayed on your feet by virtue of the man with roving hands who backed you into the building. It was for the best that your apartment was on the first floor, because your knees threatened to buckle when his tongue worried the seam of your lips. He tucked the crook of your cane into the curve of his elbow when you tore yourself away to fight the finicky lock at your threshold. 

“I didn’t expect to have anyone over,” you said by way of an explanation for whatever mess might be found inside, but Bucky snorted.

“When are you gonna get it through your head?” He nipped at the tendon which helped form the curve from your shoulder to neck, making you shiver. “I don’t give a shit if all you got is a mattress on the floor. I like you.”

“I have a bit more furniture than that,” you giggled, “but I still appreciate you saying it.”

The moment you were inside the apartment, Bucky leaned back against the door and turned you, so you stood between his feet. He looked at you through heavily-lidded eyes. “Tell me.”

You turned your attention to the buttons on his coat as he saw right through you. “Bucky–”

“I think you like kissing me, but you’re skittish. If you’re freaked out…”

“I’m–shit.” You sighed. “I believe you. That you like me, I do. But I am so used to feeling like nobody is ever gonna want me back–”

“Impossible.” He cupped your cheeks. “Look at you.”

“Bucky,” you groaned. 

“No, stop it. I know what you’re doing. Oldest trick in my book. You think that a good thing is a lie, that it ain’t gonna hang around. I’m a really, really, really bad liar. Alright? My ears turn red.” Bucky smiled triumphantly when you chuckled. “I watched you drink a pumpkin latte today like it was the best thing you’ve ever had in your whole damn life and it cost me three dollars. You’re charming. I’m addicted.”

He kissed your forehead and you melted into his chest in resignation. “I don’t do this,” you mumbled into his sweater.

“What? Let somebody say why they like you?”

You shook your head, and pressed your cheek against his chest. “I’m starving.”

“Oh–doll, dammit, I should’a fed you–”

“No. I mean, yes, we should order something,” you laughed, “but. Just. Why?” When you raised your hand, gesturing to your general being, Bucky’s expression transformed from concern to… something gentle. 

He shrugged, but his shoulders fell heavily downward, and his fingers curled into the pockets of your coat so you wouldn’t pull away while he found the words. 

“Because–I just knew. You were simply a notification in a stupid app and I still thought about your profile picture waiting in my ‘likes’ for days. And we talked like it was an everyday occurrence, feeling your world shift its axis. I didn’t talk to a single soul on that app but you, sweets, and I tried my damndest not to jump the gun on asking you to meet in person. Imagine my delight when you agreed. I was so terrified last night that I hardly slept, but I never thought once about feeling… self conscious, all day. It–I don’t feel that way with most girls. Safe, I guess. And I may not know what the hell I’m doing, but I’m not a guy who ever feels like I can trust a person and I’m pretty prepared to lay down naked in the street if you tell me that’s what you want–”

“Not necessary,” you said, smiling. 

“Well, that’s a relief.” Bucky brushed his thumbs over your cheeks. “Doll–I’m so sorry that anybody ever made you feel like you got some kinda worth to live up to. It makes me so angry, but then I think–who’s that for? What’s the point in me being angry at somebody who isn’t gonna change their mind… especially when it means that I get a chance.”

“Says the handsome guy with perfect teeth.” You winked at him when he scowled.

“I’m tryin’ here–”

“You’re wonderful,” you whispered. You smoothed over his bottom lip with the pads of your thumbs. “I’m… thank you.”

Bucky leaned forward until his forehead pressed against yours. “I’ve overwhelmed you.”

“No, sir. I just need a second. To acclimate to the idea.”

“I can go–”

“Please. Please don’t.” You tugged him towards the living room, slowly walking backwards and giving him every opportunity to wrench out of your grasp and run. But he didn’t break eye contact, no. Bucky kept pace with you, toe-to-toe. “We’ll watch something.”

“Spooky movie?” he suggested.

“...I’m such a wimp,” you admitted, and he let out a quick breath.

“You can hide under my arm during the scary parts.”

“So just bury myself under you the whole movie, got it–”

“If that’s what you want, doll.” Bucky smirked as your knees bumped into the lip of the couch, causing you to sit abruptly against the cushions. You still had a fist wrapped in the placate of his coat, so he fell forward, catching himself on the arm rest and hovering over you. You watched intently as his tongue whetted his bottom lip absent-mindedly, and you had to bite back a groan.

“That’s what I want. Bucky.”

***

A long time later, when your body was so sensitive that you shivered beneath him, Bucky hopped up… pantsless, still wearing his sweater, but peachy ass exposed to the air so he could run to the bathroom and find a soft cloth. When he returned to you (with a towel around his waist, suddenly bashful), he bore a damp washcloth in his left hand, which… you sat up slowly on your elbows to watch the reticulated fingers on his left hand as he cleaned you with soft strokes over your thighs and bit his lip… asshole. You smiled at him softly when his eyes flicked up to yours. 

“You gonna tell me about it, or wait for me to ask?” you murmured, sliding the cuff of his left sleeve up his bicep, exposing a charcoal and gold metallic limb to the dim light. 

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He lifted you beneath the knees, and behind your back. He had no choice but to shower with you (since you woefully lacked a bathtub), as cleaning you both was clearly his priority, so he sat you on the edge of the porcelain counter to help you fully undress. He did so with a type of reverence which felt undue… but you were reminded that he didn’t look at you through the same lens with which you viewed yourself. Especially when he trailed his fingers over your softness like he didn’t feel worthy of touching you. 

But then, he stepped back from you, and he shucked his sweater.

He didn’t look you in the eye once he was fully exposed to you. He studied the tiles under your toes, and his hands didn’t seem to know whether to rest on his hips or try to hide his flesh from you, so he fidgeted. Which meant he didn’t see you reaching for his left hand, and when you did so (threading your fingers through his metal facsimiles), he looked like he might cry.

Bucky was an amputee. With a gleaming prosthetic extending from his clavicle to the tips of his left fingers, so intricate and complicated a design that it must be something experimental and custom-made, just for the likes of a soft-hearted Brooklyn boy.

“You’re beautiful.” You meant the raw words, even though they escaped your lips unbidden. 

Bucky squeezed your hand. “I’m not.”

“You don’t have to agree for it to be true.”

He looked at you, then. An agreement passed between you, unvoiced. I’ll say about you what you can’t. I’ll hold for you what you won’t. I’ll touch you again, because I want you, all of you–the flesh and the metal and the weak and the kind. Especially the kind. Of course Bucky understood you. Your heart-wounds took different guises, but they pulled the same strings.

When he knelt at your knee, it was supplication. It was obvious when he bowed his head to kiss the skin above your heart. Your heart had known his forever, it seemed. 

“A long time ago, I didn’t have a choice,” he said, so quietly you could only make out his words because you had coaxed him up to meet your lips again. “I almost died. I–god, I never thought I’d live or touch somebody again. And then you. I can’t explain this to people–” He rolled his shoulder like the limb was hurting him, and maybe it was– “without inviting them to look at my naked fuckin’ heart.”

“Is it heavy?” You ran your finger the length of the connector, where metal met his skin and cupped his pectoral. You meant the arm, but the way his head bobbed… you inclined your head so you could catch his lips before his spirit fell one iota further. It was a kiss of knowing. Understanding, without words.

“I can take it off,” he breathed against your lips.

“So do it.”

Bucky sat back on his heels. Then, he looked you square in the eye and detached the prosthetic arm. It wheezed as it lost power, the moment its circuits no longer drew power from his body’s natural electric whims. You held out your hands, and he set the thing across your open palms. It was lighter than you expected, but still hefty. You could only imagine how it pulled at his muscles, unnatural as it was. It was incredible, but then–so was the man with an empty prosthetic socket, who sat at your feet like he hadn’t hastily fucked you on your own couch at the end of your first date. Like sex was a small exchange when there was a soul resonance at hand. If you said it out loud? It would sound insane. Holding Bucky’s cheeks in your hands, though… 

“I like sushi,” you said softly, “and any carbs, really. So. Jot that one down, for your date ideas. And I’m a fabulous co-pilot if you like road trips. I love Upstate. I excel at floating down a river on an innertube–”

Bucky pushed up between your knees so he could reach your lips and he kissed you senseless. “Doll–”

“Shhh, darling man,” you smiled against his mouth. “I am addicted.” Parroting his words back to him made Bucky beam. “Stay the night. Surprise me in the morning. I don’t care. You’re everything I didn’t think I deserved and–and I’ll keep you. To spite Me.”

Bucky laughed. “It will be a pleasure to help you get revenge on yourself.”

***

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AN: Thank you nonnie for this request - I hope you enjoy this. I can’t seem to write anything short at the moment!

heyyy, this is my first request, i love your work!! i was wondering if you could do a blind reader or blind OC and bucky barnes. Bucky has been attempting to help her around even if she doesn’t always need it. he keeps trying and it’s dosent really go his way and he keeps just doing the wrong things but they get there and eventually they fall for each other and it ends with them trying to navigate the only thing they haven’t yet, a sex scene. sooo angsty fluff with a smut ending. thanks you much love 💕

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Summary: Bucky just wants to help you, but it would be better if he asked you first.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Blind SHIELD analyst Reader

Word count: 5.1k

CW: Human disaster Bucky, mild angst, fluff, Nat being Nat, miscommunication, pining, disabled Bucky Barnes, sex with banter (oral - m receiving, unprotected PinV sex)

The first time you met him, you did have to forgive him. 

Most people didn’t know how to react when they met you, not expecting someone in your…position, to be doing the job that you were. For the most part you’d given up being mad about it - people either realised very quickly that your disability didn’t affect your job at all, or they felt the sharp end of your tongue and scuttled off with their tail between their legs, so to speak.

You were busy concentrating when Nat brought him into the room where you were working, but not so engrossed in your work that you didn’t register the arrival of new people. Your fingers were flying over the keyboard, typing out your code, and you knew that Nat would wait for you to finish before introducing you to whoever she’d brought into your sanctum. You pressed ‘enter’ and turned your chair towards her and your new guest, lifting your chin and tilting your head to the side as if regarding them - an action left over from when it made a difference.

“Hey, Nat! Good to see you. What brings you to my neck of the basement? And who’s the fresh meat?”

You grinned at the same time that she chuckled. 

“Do I need an excuse to come and spend time with my favourite Oracle?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname.

“I’ve told you before - I don’t know the future. I’m an ordinary human, just like you.”

She snorted at that, and you heard her pull over one of the other chairs before she dropped down into it, settling behind your right shoulder as you resumed typing.

“Nothing ordinary about you. And speaking of which, I’d like to introduce you to Bucky.”

Oh! That’s who it was.You’d heard of Bucky, Captain Rogers best friend, released from decades of Hydra brain-washing, but this was the first time you’d been introduced. You spun your chair back towards where he’d been standing when he entered and held out your hand.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.”

There was a heartbeat of silence, and you heard the tiniest exhale off to your left.

Shit!

“I’m over here, doll.”

You turned your chair more, grateful when Nat moved out of your way, and stood up, taking a step closer to where Bucky had spoken from.

“Well, you move as quietly as they say. Normally it’s only Nat who gets the drop on me. If you hadn’t guessed by now, I’m blind. And don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” You heard Nat’s muffled giggle, confirming your suspicion that Bucky’s mouth was flapping up and down with the apology he was about to make lodged in his throat.

You held out your hand again and gave him your name. “But Nat, here, calls me Oracle, because of my knack of interpreting intel and predicting likely scenarios.” His hand, warm but calloused, took hold of yours and gave it a gentle shake.

“Ummm, nice to meet you, Oracle.” 

You could feel the awkward tension in the air, and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

“Let me get this out of the way, and then we can move on, okay? I was born sighted, but was diagnosed with a condition called Retinitis Pigmentosa as a child, which meant that I slowly lost my vision over time. I became completely blind about 18 months back, but I remember seeing. I know what colours look like, animals, etc. I learnt to touch type as a teen, and although my keyboard does have Braille on the keys I don’t really use them. I manage just fine. FRIDAY reads back my code to me, so I can spot errors, I have my cane and I have Jimbo.”

“Jimbo?”

Aha! So the famed former assassin hadn’t noticed everything.

You gave a quick whistle and felt Bucky start as your faithful companion uncurled himself from under your desk where he’d been sleeping and came to stand at parade rest by your right leg.

You crouched down and gave him a pet, and in return he booped his nose against yours.

“This is Jimbo. The best seeing-eye dog ever. Aren’t you, boy? Yes you are!”

You stood back up and made your way back to your chair, Jimbo returning to his sleeping spot now that he realised his services weren’t currently required.

“So that’s me. I’m damn good at my job, and I promise that you’ll never have to worry about any mission information that you get from me. And if you can’t trust me, trust Nat. I’ve never steered her wrong.”

“Ummm. Good to know. I… ummm… if Nat trusts you, then I do too. And it was good to meet you… and Jimbo… but I… uh… gotta go. So… see you later, Nat? And again, nice to meet you, Oracle.” 

His footsteps retreated from in front of you and you heard the sound of the door opening and closing before Nat burst into a fit of giggles. You turned your chair towards her, crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Really Nat? You didn’t let him know in advance?”

“Hey, it’s not my story to tell, it’s yours. And besides, I wanted to see what you made of each other. Suffice to say, I wasn’t disappointed.”

“It’s a good thing I love you, Nat, otherwise I’d have to sic Jimbo on you.”

Nat moved towards you, and must have crouched down from the way her hand brushed your knee. You knew what she wanted. You scootched your chair back to allow her to reach under your desk. A satisfied huff from Jimbo let you know that Nat had found the sweet spot behind his right ear.

“This sweetheart? I’m more scared of you than I am of him.”

“Damn straight!”

After your less than stellar introduction to Bucky, it seemed that from then on you kept bumping into him. Or rather he kept bumping into you. Literally.

You were making your way back to your office from the bathroom, cane in hand, although you knew the route like the back of your hand, when something caught on the end of it, sending it flying out of your hand. A heavy body then crashed into you, pinning you against the wall.

“Shit! What the fu… Oh. it’s you! Sorry. Sorry.”

Oh, god!

“Bucky… could you get off me please?”

“What? Oh! Yes, yes. Of course… umm.” 

He pushed away from the wall, and you sucked in a deep breath. Boy, was the guy heavy. Part of your brain decided to tell you it was the right kind of heavy. You told it to shut up. 

Bending down you reached out your hand to find your cane, only to find Bucky’s hand - he was obviously trying to help. His fingers closed over yours, and you turned your head upwards in reflex.

“Bucky, you are not my cane. Do you have it there?”

“Yes… umm.. Yes, of course. Let me, just…”

Without any warning you found yourself jerked back to your feet. The sudden movement unbalanced you and your free arm flailed, searching for purchase. Which it found by curling into the fabric of Bucky’s top, bringing you flush up against his chest, pressed to him for the second time in that many minutes. That part of your brain started clamouring for attention again. It was telling you that this was actually quite nice, and that Bucky smelled wonderful. Then, to add insult to injury the rest of your body started to join in, a gentle throbbing starting from between your legs.

Jesus, you needed to get laid, or at least find time to schedule some ‘self-care’, if you were reacting like this to a frankly frustrating man you’d only ever met twice.

You pulled your captive hand free and let go of his shirt, smoothing down your own top to cover your discombobulated state.

“Well, thank you, but I was capable of standing back up myself. I just need you to pass me my cane.”

“Oh, right. Hang on.” You felt the movement of air on your face as he quickly ducked away, and then he was back by your side, pressing your cane into your hand.

“Can I… umm… walk you back to where you were going?”

“Well, I do know where I’m going - I’ve worked here longer than you but, sure, you can tag along. Just going back to my office.”

“Sounds good!”

You couldn’t help but giggle. He sounded like an eager puppy. Maybe he wasn’t so bad… no scratch that…

You were just about to set off walking again, when Bucky threaded your left arm through the crook of his right. You couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes. It was obvious he meant well, but by the same token, wasn’t used to being around someone with a disability like yours. You lurched forwards as he set off walking, effectively dragging you along with him.

“Bucky! Stop! Wait!” He came to a halt and you bounced off his, very muscular, arm.

“What? Are you okay? Did I hurt you when I bumped into you?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just that it’s actually harder for me to walk with you pulling me along like this. I need to walk at my speed, and use my senses. I’m a grown woman and perfectly capable of navigating the couple of hundred yards between the bathroom and my office. I do it every day.”

“‘M sorry. I just…” You held up your hand.

“... wanted to help? I get that, I do. But if I need help I will ask for it. Assuming I need help is ableism, pure and simple. I may be blind, but I’m not helpless. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. I’m already behind schedule.”

As you strode off down the hall, your cane moving from side to side in front of you, you did feel a bit bad for chewing him out. He did mean well, after all, but you’d had your fill of ‘helpful’ people - people who saw a problem that they had to solve for you, instead of trusting you to sort it yourself.

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the dejected sigh from behind you.

It would have been alright if that had been the end of it, but it wasn’t. Bucky seemed intent on helping you every chance he could. Unfortunately it just kept going wrong.

Like at a mission briefing when you were making your way to the table. You pulled out your chair and went to sit down, but suddenly it wasn’t there and you were landing on the floor with a shout.

What the fuck?

“Shit, I’m sorry, doll. I just pulled your chair out a bit further to make it easier and…”

You gritted your teeth, trying to ignore the smell of his cologne and what it did to your equilibrium as he helped you back up.

“It’s fine, Bucky. But I was okay.

Like the time he accompanied Nat to see you in your office. He’d said hi, but nothing else, leaving Nat to check some mission intel over with you. But then you heard the tell-tale sound of hands patting thighs, and Jimbo brushed past your legs, followed by the sounds of canine mastication.

“Umm, Bucky… Are you feeding my dog?”

All was silent apart from the sounds of Jimbo snacking.

“Errr…”

You pinched the brow of your nose and tried to ignore the tremors of suppressed amusement from Nat next to you. You strode forward and somehow managed to swipe the offending bag out of Bucky’s hand.

“I thought he might like a little treat for being so good…”

“And that’s very sweet, but he’s not allowed treats when he’s working. And even if he was it’s good manners to ask. He could be on a specialised diet or something. If he gets an upset stomach, not only do I have to deal with being without him while he recovers, I somehow have to clean up doggy diarrhoea, which I can tell you isn’t fun when sighted, let alone blind.”

“Doll, I’m…”

“Yes, Bucky. I know. You’re sorry… You always are.”

You turned your back on him and went back to your chair, tucking the doggy treats into your desk draw and going back to your conversation with Nat. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice when Bucky slunk out. Nat, sensibly, didn’t say anything.

One thing about working for SHIELD was that for those that wanted, you could have accommodation to live in on site. You’d jumped at the chance - anything to do away with an annoying commute. You just had to walk from the main building to the apartment block.

Jimbo sat down at your side as you let go of the handle of his harness, and pulled your key from your purse. You opened the door and signalled for Jimbo to go in, then closed it behind you and hung up your purse, keys, cane and coat, before removing your faithful companions' reflective harness.

“Good boy. You did so well today.”

You walked down your hall and into your open plan living room and then halted as an unexpected smell assaulted your nose.

Flowers?

How and why were there flowers in your apartment?

“FRIDAY!” You called out the AI, a little louder than necessary.

“Yes, Oracle?” 

Damn Nat. And damn Tony.

You let out another sigh. You seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

“Are their flowers in my apartment?”

“Yes, miss. Roses and carnations. A large bouquet on the dining table. The roses are blush pink and the carnations are red.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“And did Sergeant Barnes put them in here?”

“He did, miss.”

You stalked back towards the door, grabbing your cane, coat and keys.

“And does Sergeant Barnes live in this complex?”

“He does. Would you like to know his address?”

You thrust your arms into your coat and pocketed your keys.

“If it’s not too much trouble, FRIDAY. I need to give him a piece of my mind.” 

“Sergeant Barnes’ apartment is 2C.”

Okay, so one floor up and third apartment along. Not quite overhead of you.

As you opened the door you felt a nudge to your leg. Jimbo.

“Good boy, but stay. I’m sure I can make my way upstairs.”

You gave him a pat and then walked out of your door.

You hadn’t been on the other floors of the apartment block more than a handful of times. Nat always came to you if you organised to hang out, and you worked mostly on your own, not having really made friends with many of your co-workers. However, you found your way to the elevator and rode it up to the next floor.

You knew that apartment C should be the second on the left hand side of the corridor, so you walked along that side, and used your cane to identify the first, and then the second door frame. Squaring your shoulder and mentally preparing yourself, because you didn’t really like confrontation, you raised your hand to knock and brought it down… on nothing.

No. Not nothing. A person. Bucky. You were confused.

“Why is your door open, and why are you standing in it?”

“Heard you coming, doll.”

“Oh…”

You could swear you almost heard the smile in his voice. Shit! Your hand was still on his very warm, very broad chest.

“You wanna come in?”

“What? Oh, yes. Thanks.”

You snatched your hand back to yourself as he stepped back and you walked through the door, using your cane to work out where he was.

“Can I take your coat, and cane? This apartment is set out the same as yours, more or less, and I can help you to the couch?”

“Umm, sure.” 

God! He was being so nice and considerate, which was going to make this more difficult. You could feel your frustrations evaporating by the second, and damn it, you wanted to stay mad.

You passed him your cane and shrugged out of your coat, then waited patiently for him to escort you. He moved to your left side, and this time he waited for you to start walking, gently steering you around his furniture until your hand made contact with the back of his couch, allowing you to find your own way onto it. As you settled onto it, feeling the soft leather under your fingers, you felt the other side dip. Bucky was sitting next to you, on your right, but not too close.

“So, what can I help you with, doll. Can’t say I expected you to turn up at my door.”

“Bucky, you broke into my apartment and left flowers in it.”

“Well, I realised I’ve been a bit of an ass, and wanted to apologise. And you never let me actually say the words.”

You sank back into the couch and mulled on what to say.

“You gotta realise that since I got this diagnosis when I was five, before I even understood what it meant, I’ve had people saying sorry to me all the time, and then trying to help me. Over and over and over. Running roughshod over my autonomy because I happen to have a disability. My brain works fine. I manage just fine. It’s just so frustrating and it’s hard for those without disabilities to understand.”

The silence between you stretched for a few moments, before Bucky started to speak.

“I…” You cut him off.

“Don’t you dare say it!”

Then you heard something you hadn’t before. A chuckle. Bucky’s chuckle. 

Deep. Velvety. Downright sinful.

“Wasn’t gonna, doll. But I did want to show you something, so to speak.” He took hold of your right hand with his own. “Can I?”

You nodded, wondering what he meant, but it all became clear as he raised your hand and placed it on his left shoulder. You could feel the soft cotton of his t-shirt, but where it should have been stretched over his upper arm and bicep it in fact hung loose.

There was no arm there.

Your mouth dropped open and you whipped your head up towards him.

“How did I not know?”

Your words were a strangled whisper, and full of shame.

“Dunno, doll. It’s in my file. Although I do have a prosthetic. A very fancy one at that. It gives me more than normal abilities, but I will admit, like any other amputee, when I get home, I like to take it off.”

“Nat never mentioned it.”

“Like she never mentioned you being blind to me?”

“Oh…”

You didn’t know what to say. You knew what it was like to be bombarded with questions about something so personal.

“Well, if you ever wanna talk about it, you know where I am.”

“I do, doll. One floor down and to the left.”

Your hand was still on his shoulder, and you felt a little awkward.

“I… well… I was wondering, could I feel what you look like? I mean, if you don’t mind?”

He picked your left hand up from your lap and lifted it up towards his face.

“I was waiting for you to ask. Go ahead.”

You placed both your hands on top of his head, feeling his hair. It felt long; tied back.

“What colour is your hair?”

“I’d say brown, but Nat says it’s chestnut.”

You hummed as you trailed your fingers down, finding his brow and sweeping your fingers over his eyebrows and round his eye sockets and cheekbones.

“And your eyes? What colour are they?”

“Sorta blue-ish grey, I suppose.”

There was hair on his cheeks and jaw, long enough to feel soft  against your sensitive finger tips.

You realised you were finding it hard to breathe. There was a tension in the air between you, a tension that you knew had been there from almost the beginning, but that you’d tried so hard to ignore.

Your fingers moved towards, and then traced across his lips. They felt plump, albeit slightly chapped and you found yourself wondering how they’d feel against your own. With your left hand still on his mouth, your right trailed over his chin, feeling a small divot. You smiled as you imagined using it in order to grip him, hold his face still.

You were just about to pull your hands away, when Bucky reached up again, and held your left against his lips, so he could press small kisses to your fingertips. Your breath caught in your throat.

“I’m gonna say it, doll. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was such an ass, and that I didn’t listen to you. I was stupid because I was trying to impress you. I wanted to show you how good I’d be for you, because almost from the first moment we met I was totally enamoured. You’re so smart, and confident, and I just felt useless. And then every time I tried to help I made it worse. Nat had to give me a talking to because I was just making a fool of myself.”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his words.

“Bucky, I…” but it was his turn to cut you off.

“So, I’m saying sorry, and I hope you can give this one-armed super-soldier a chance to show he isn’t an ableist ass, because I’d really like to get to know you better.”

Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to burst out of your chest, and you could no longer resist what your body and mind was telling you to do. You took hold of his chin, just the way you’d imagined a few moments ago, grabbing his attention.

“You’ve frustrated me from nearly the moment we met - I hope you realise that. Gotten under my skin in a way I couldn’t describe. I didn’t know why. Well at least, not at first. Every time I wanted to chew you out, I also wanted to kiss you. For trying so hard and so earnestly, but still getting it so very, very wrong.”

“You could kiss me now?”

Your lips twitched. “Smooth, Barnes. Smooth.”

“I like to think so…”

“Shut up.” You broke out into a full smile as you pulled him towards you by his cute chin until your lips met his.  

It was everything you’d imagined in your private moments. The warmth, the restrained passion. Everything.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, strands coming loose from his ponytail. His arm was wrapped around your waist… and when and how had you ended up on his lap? You didn’t care, you just wanted him to keep kissing you. When he finally pulled his lips from yours you ducked your head down to his neck, wanting to keep any kind of connection. It was like a dam had burst and you had no way of stopping the flood.

“Doll, you gotta stop. Please. ‘Cause I’m dying here.” He was panting. You could taste the sweat on his throat, feel his pounding in his chest, feel the firmness at his groin.

“You really want me to, Bucky? Or do you want me to help you dig your grave?”

“Oh, fuck, doll!”

In one swift movement his arm shifted to cradle your ass and he stood up. Your legs clenched around his waist and your arms went around his neck.

“I got you. I got you, doll. Just moving somewhere more comfortable, if that’s alright with you?”

“Sure is. I need space so I can ‘take a look’ at the rest of you.”

It was only a short walk to the bedroom, and he placed you, oh so reverently, on the bed. You pulled your top over your head and shimmied out of your work pants.

“I have no idea if this underwear matches - I was in a rush this morning.”

There was a rusting sound and the mattress dipped. Bucky took hold of one of your left hand and pulled it down so you could touch his, now bare, chest.

“You look like a million bucks, doll. Now, I gotta warn you. I got some pretty ugly scarring going on here.”

You brought your right hand up, and lightly stroked over the left side of his chest. You felt the edge of the scarring that started just above the nipple, raised and hard, which led up to cool metal which covered all over the shoulder area.

“Is this what your prosthetic attaches to?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, when it was first done, the people doing it weren’t concerned with the aesthetic of it.”

“Good thing I’m blind then. I don’t care.”

Bucky let out a bark of laughter.

“You’re incredible, doll.”

“And so are you. Now lie still, so I can take a good look.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Your hands roved over the rest of his body, feeling where his chest hair grew in patches around the scarring. When your palms brushed over his nipples he gasped and you felt him shift beside you. Impishly, you did it again, grinning when he let out a warning growl.

You took the hint, however, and continued your explorations, discovering the solid plains of his abdomen and feeling the strength within his core. No wonder he’d been able to lift you so easily, even with the help of his super-soldier serum.

When you finally ‘saw’ his cock, your hands gently learning the size and shape of it, every vein, every sensitive part, you heard his laboured breathing as he tried to control himself under the sweet torture of your touch.

“You’re so pretty, Bucky. I wonder how you taste?”

You bent over, and licked a stripe up the length of him, revelling in the sound of his indrawn breath. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, but muscle memory was your friend. You traced the contours of his cock with the tip of your tongue, tasting the sweat, the musk, the essence of him, before taking him into your mouth.

“Oh, God! Doll! I wasn’t lying. You’re killing me!”

You pulled off him with a pop.

“Don’t resist it, Bucky. Give yourself over to ‘le petit mort’.”

You returned to ministering to his cock, sucking strongly on the tip of it, while stroking the shaft with your hand. You teased his slit with the tip of your tongue, then swirled around the head. His whole body was trembling with tension and you could feel how wet you were, how aroused you were by the power you held over him.

“Doll, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!”

You wished you could see Bucky’s face as he came, but instead settled for reaching up to twine your fingers with his. When his hips twitched under you, you hollowed your cheeks, and took him as deep as possible, moaning low in your throat as he spilt down it. 

You continued to suck and stroke him through his orgasm, until he shifted under you, sitting up and dragging you up his body. You straddled his lap again, pleasantly surprised to realise he was still hard, pressing up against your heated core. He kissed you, licking into your mouth, either not caring about or enjoying the taste of himself on you. His hand pulled at the fastener of your bra, but this was obviously something he couldn’t do one handed, so you reached behind you, quickly releasing the offending garment and discarding it.

“I need you, doll. I need to be inside you.”

“Please! I need you too!”

You didn’t want to pull away from him, even to remove your panties, so you pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, before taking hold of him and guiding him to your entrance.

Bucky let out a gasp and fell back onto the mattress as he started to slide into your heat. Your hands went to his chest, looking for stability and leverage as you moved yourself up and down, drawing him into you, inch by glorious inch.

It felt so fucking good! The stretch, the slight burn. And you were also certain that it wouldn’t matter how long it had been since you’d last had sex, this, with Bucky, would still be mind blowing. His hand was on your waist, helping to keep you stable as you moved. You were so fixated on how he felt inside you, that it took you a few moments to realise that he was talking to you.

“You’re fucking glorious, you know that? I swear, tomorrow we’re gonna do this when I have two arms and I’m gonna take you apart. ‘M gonna fucking feast on you.”

You laughed and tossed your head as you continued to ride him. “Is that… fuck!... a promise?”

“Sure is! Gonna help you remember what stars look like.”

“Get that hand on me and you can help me now!”

“Yeah? You close, doll? I fucking hope so, ‘cause I swear ‘m gonna cum again, any second.”

Bucky moved his hand from your waist, sliding it between you and searching for your clit. You gasped, the bundle of nerves so sensitive, so engorged you knew it wouldn’t take much to make you…

You let out a loud whine, your body clenching down on his cock and your fingernails curling into the flesh of pecs as the pleasure washed over your body.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Fuck! So beautiful when you cum. Gonna fill you up… you’re gonna have me leaking outta you for days…”

His words were cut off, becoming a shout as he came. And, fuck, he hadn’t been joking. You could feel him pulsing inside you, feel the warmth of his cum filling you, and then leaking out of you, coating your thighs. It felt as though your orgasm just kept going as you rode out the aftershocks, jolts of pleasure continuing to shoot through you, just as you thought there couldn’t possibly be any more.

Eventually they stopped and you slumped forward onto Bucky’s sweaty body. His arm came around your waist and rolled the pair of you to lie sideways on the bed. Your eyelids drooped; you were so tired. You desperately wanted to sleep but…

“Jimbo!”

You tried to sit up, but Bucky urged you back down.

“It’s okay. You sleep, okay, doll?” I’ll pop down, take him outside then make sure he has his food, yeah? Then I’ll be back, ready to sleep next to you, all night long. That sound alright?

You smiled softly, high on dopamine and sleepy as hell.

“Sounds perfect, Bucky. Thank you for helping.”

“No problem at all, doll. No problem at all.

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[missvelvetsstuff]

Miss Velvet

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.

Bucky Barnes is a manwhore who is enjoying his freedom for the first time in decades and pays no mind to y/n when she meets the team because he learned to ride from Hydra and too is busy pursuing his next conquest.

Post Endgame but everybody survived, because I said so. And Steve helped get Sharon Carter pardoned so they are together.

Chapter 11

Notes: I'm reposting this because the link is broken on the Masterlist for this story and I couldn't find the original post.

Velvets alarm went off and she groaned but when she tried to get up something was stopping her. Waking up a bit more she realized it was a metal arm holding her down.

"Bucky, honey, I have to get up and feed. So much to do today before Tony's Xmas Eve gathering tonite."

Bucky grumbled "No, no feed, no party things, sleep" and pulled her flush against him.

Velvet grimaced "But, Baby, it's Christmas Eve. We can sleep in a few days. I have to bake cookies and make fudge. It's tradition."

"How is it tradition when this is your first Christmas with the team?" Bucky mumbled.

Velvet whined "Because, it's what I do. My mom and I always baked goodies to take to work and school. She's gone but I must bake."

"Just five more minutes, Doll" Bucky tried to negotiate.

"Lazy damn supersoldier" Velvet smacked him on his right shoulder.

"Demanding woman" Bucky grunted

"And I'm all yours" Velvet grinned. "Come on! We have to get up. Unless you want to make me do all that work by myself" she pouted

"Fine! I'm up. Come take a shower with me."

"Sergeant Barnes! We don't have time for such activities. Get up!"

Once they finally got moving they found that Bobby had already taken care of the horses so headed back to the house for breakfast. Velvet started organizing the ingredients and dishes she needed to bake after turning on holiday music.

"Velvet, Doll. It's almost time to get going. Are you almost ready?" Bucky tapped on her bedroom door.

'What do you think Sarge? Do I look acceptable?'

Velvet walked out in a purple cocktail dress with black lace overlay, her hair down in the back and make-up simple. Bucky stared with his mouth open, his black suit with a pocket square that matched the color of her dress. His brain misfiring when he tried to speak so he ended up just grunting.

Velvet laughed "I'll take that as a yes. You look pretty drool worthy yourself."

Bucky shook his head "You just keep getting prettier every time I look at you."

"Such a charmer" Velvet blushed

"Shall we go?" Bucky offered his arm "Everything is in the car"

The compound was very festive with lights, trees, tinsel and red bows & ornaments everywhere. The whole team was in the ballroom, dressed to the nines and still sober enough to seem respectable but it was early. There were tables with finger foods and treats along one wall and a 20ft tree with presents under and around it. Holiday music was playing and everyone was excited for the evening.

After dinner, everyone was a little drunk and some were dancing for a little while until most were sitting on the huge sectional that was around the tree to make the gift exchange easier.

Everyone had their gift except Velvet until Tony handed her an envelope. Her brow crinkled.

"What's this Tony? The deed to my stable?" She joked.

"Not today. This is a Christmas slash birthday gift since your day is the 26th" he grinned

Velvet rolled her eyes "Wow, didn't expect a billionaire to need to combine gifts like my friends in high school did."

Tony scoffed "Just open it and take a look."

Velvet opened the envelope and read the paper inside, her eyes growing wider as she finished. "Are you for real, Tony?"

"Of course. I mean it was your boyfriends idea but yeah. Wanna tell the rest of the class?"

Velvet looks up at everyone "According to this, after brunch tomorrow we are all headed out on a chartered 747 to Disneyland until January 3rd. Staying in the special suites in the Disneyland hotel. There's the Fantasy Suite, Mickey's Penthouse, Pirates of the Carribean, Adventureland and Big Thunder. Plus my bday dinner at The Blue Bayou restaurant in the Pirates ride."

Everyone cheers and Sam's nephews & Clints kids start screaming "Disneyland! Disneyland! Disneyland!"

Velvet can barely contain herself "It's been years since I've been but my family used to go every year. Perk of growing up in So Cal. Y'all are gonna love it."

Tony claps "Alright kids, let's get some shut eye so Santa comes for the kids and we take off after brunch so get packed."

Velvet barely sleeps that nite, Disneyland holds so many special memories with friends and family, from her childhood.

After a hectic morning and brunch everyone heads to the airport, chatting excitedly about this trip.

Velvet wakes up on her 30th bday in one of the bedrooms of Mickeys Penthouse because Bucky is singing Happy Birthday with a huge cupcake with a candle lit. Velvet blows it out and kisses Bucky long and hard.

"Do we have to be anywhere this morning?" She asks Bucky.

"Yes, you and your lady friends are going to the spa at the Grand Californian for massages and other girly stuff today. We are all meeting at the castle at 7 for a group picture before dinner."

Velvet's phone rings "Oh, excuse my public needs me" and answers to hear a very off key rendition of Happy Birthday.

"Velvet!" Nat yells "Wake up, we have pampering to do"

The girls have a blast being pampered and drinking a whole lot of mimosas. Once they are done they head back to their rooms to get ready for dinner. Velvet has an off the shoulder, purple maxi dress and low heels.

"How do I look?"

"Like dessert" Bucky growls "Here, I have your bday present" and he puts an amethyst heart necklace on her.

"Oh, Buck, it's beautiful" She sighs

"Yeah, almost as beautiful as you. Now lets get going before we're late"

They meet the team at the castle and spend 10 minutes being posed by a photographer before he gets the shot he wants. Then all the families and couples take individual shots.

The theme from Beauty and the Beast Tale as Old as Time'(Angela Lansbury NOT Celine Dion) starts coming thru speakers all over Main Street, when Velvet and Bucky are the last couple to pose and when she looks over at him, he's on one knee. She looks around and everyone is watching them.

Bucky takes her hand "I know we've only been together for 5 months but I believe that when it's right, you know. Nothing in my life has ever felt so right.

Y/N, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Holding an amethyst engagement ring he looks at her with all the love he has.

Velvet starts crying and nodding her head "Yes. YES!" Is all she can get out. Bucky slides the ring onto her finger where it fits perfectly. She hugs and kisses him, speechless and so happy.

Applause breaks out, too much to be just the team and when Velvet and Bucky look around there are hundreds of spectators clapping and whooping for the happy couple.

The group heads to New Orleans Square but passes the entrance to Blue Bayou and Velvet speaks up "Tony, we passed the restaurant" but he shakes his head.

"Another little surprise, we are dining in Club 33 this evening"

"Oh my God Tony, I don't know what to say" Velvet tears up

"When you figure it out text me" Tony quips

After a wonderful meal the group gets ready to leave and Velvet groans "Buck, honey. Imma need you to carry me back to the hotel"

Bucky smiles, "Don't worry it's not far" and leads her up a set of stairs.

"Where are we going?" She asks, looking around

"You crazy kids are sleeping in Walt's Dream Suite tonite. Try not to scare the janitorial staff." Tony answers

The team comes up for drinks on the balcony so they can all watch Fantasmic!

Looking at her ring, Velvet sighs

"I can't imagine a better day. Can we get married here? Ooh, Tony do you know Steve Perry? Maybe he could sing at the wedding."

Bucky speaks up "You hear my girl, Stark? You're paying for the wedding too, right?"

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Ambush

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Canon typical violence. Use of Google translate for one scentence.

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Tony sighed as he looked over at Steve for a moment before looking back at Bucky. “That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Y/N won't be at either of them.” 

“Why wouldn't she be?” Bucky asked with a raised brow. 

“Unless this is another false lead, which doesn't seem likely, given how Natasha obtained the information, but Phantom has a new mission she's been tasked with.” When Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, Tony continued. “It's us.” 

“What do you mean ‘it's us’?” Steve asked. 

“We're in the way.” Both Bucky and Tony said at the same time. 

Of all of the scenarios Bucky’s mind had come up with on finding her, this one hadn't come up the most. He knew the chances of her being sent to take them out were high. And now that it was here, he hoped it didn't go to the worst scenario his mind came up with. 

“Take out the key players and they have a winning chance.” Tony added. 

“Did they say when this is supposed to happen?” Bucky asked. 

Bucky knew they needed to be ready. His mind was already going through everything they'd need to safely stop Y/N. He knew it wasn't going to be easy but he was going to make sure everyone would do as needed. 

“Don't know.” Tony answered. “We don't know if this will be a hit all three at once situation or attempt to take us out and then get what they need.” 

“She could have been given that mission at any time.” Steve looked over at Bucky. “If she's coming, we're going to need a plan and fast.” 

“The only way to know for sure is if there were any attempts at getting our information.” Bucky noted. “We'll be able to come up with some kind of timeline we're working with. But I gotta say this now. It's gotta be non lethals only, or me going up against her.”

“Of course.” Steve nodded. He was sure if given the right amount of time, several plans could be put into place. The amount of non lethals they had wouldn't run out. “There is the option of Wanda. She could do something to stop her without any harm coming to her.” 

Bucky nodded. “We'll have to make sure Wanda is close by at all times.” Both Steve and Tony nodded. 

“Now the question is how long do we have to prepare before she drops in. FRIDAY, has there been anything flagged as suspicious activity in any of the systems?”

All three of them looked towards each other for a moment. FRIDAY normally answered seconds after anything was asked. But this time there was silence. A moment later, alarms were going off through the compound. 

“I'd say that's suspicious enough.” Tony said before the three of them began running out of the conference room. 

On the opposite end of the compound Hydra soldiers continued to spill onto the property. The moment Phantom disabled the security systems, they were making their way in. While the numbers weren't one of a strong army, they currently had a bit of an advantage. 

A quinjet flew overhead. One that had been in Hydra’s hold since the fall of SHIELD. Putting it to use today made it almost too easy to get close enough for Phantom to hack into the system and disarm it. 

Hovering over the roof of the compound, the ramp lowered. Several soldiers moved towards the end and made their way onto the roof. A moment later, Phantom was making her way towards the ramp. 

She wore black tactical gear from head to toe. The hood of her shirt had been up, casting a shadow on her face. A black fabric mask covers the bottom half of her face, adding to the illusion of her not being seen under the hood. 

Several tactical belts laid at her hips. Any weapon that would be needed for her was within reach. Straps that holstered guns and blades ran down the sides of her leg ensuring that once the back up bullets ran out, she'd have other weapons to use. 

Before she could put one foot on the ramp, a set of commands were thrown into the air. The words caused her to stop in her tracks and wait for either information or one last check. 

A soldier came to stand beside her. His attention was on the building just below them. Her temporary handler while on this mission. 

“Your mission?” He asked. 

“Take out the Avengers.” She responded instantly. 

“The priority?”

“The traitor to Hydra.” Phantom hadn't moved or looked his way.  “He's problematic to the mission. He feeds information to the Avengers. His death means Hydra can do as it needs to.” 

“Stark and Wilson are already working the perimeter.” Steve said as the group made their way towards the main floor. “We'll meet them in the middle. Take any you can for interrogating.  If you see Y/N, non lethals only or call for Bucky. Anyone see Maximoff?”

“Good. Ensure this mission is successful.” He nodded his head towards the opening. “Don't return until it is. Preferably with his head.” Without any acknowledgement, Phantom was making her way down the ramp. 

“We're down two. Her and Vision had plans.” Natasha added as she tightened the widow bites around her wrists. “Already sent a message to them and they're on their way.” 

“Keep your eyes scanning.” Bucky noted as they reached the end of the hall before the main floor door. “She can come out from anywhere. If she's got all the information she needs-” 

A hunter's knife blew past them before embedding itself in the door in front of them. The way the knife hit the door was a way to keep it from opening. A strategic move to keep someone from leaving. 

For a brief moment as Bucky’s eyes landed on the embedded knife, a quick flash of a memory played through his mind. One where he was throwing the blade to keep Y/N from leaving. And now he was on the receiving end of it. 

“No need to go looking for her.” Clint stated the obvious as they turned to look down the path they came from. “She found us.” 

In the dimly lit halls, the four of them found the silhouette of Phantom. Her face couldn't be seen from their position. And from what they could see, her hands rested at her side, almost as if she was waiting. Waiting for one of them to make their move. 

Bucky moved himself from his current position in the back to stand in front of the others. “Get going. I've got her.” 

There was a part of him that was relieved at seeing her. He hadn't physically seen her in two years and now she was standing in front of him. The other part knew this wasn't going to be the reunion he thought about for the past several months. At this very moment, she wasn't the woman he knew. She was an asset that was sent on a mission and wasn't going to stop until it was done. 

“She won't hold back.” Natasha voiced his thoughts. 

“And I won't stop until I get through to her.” Bucky added. 

A heavy feeling of deja vu was played on the  group. They had been here once before, under different circumstances. If history was repeating itself, at least they knew the outcome would be in their favor. 

“If you need us…” Steve trailed off as he motioned for the other to began making their way down the adjacent hallway. He only received a nod from Bucky before he was following closely behind. 

When Bucky took one step forward, he watched her carefully. He watched for any of her movements that she'd make. He still couldn't see her face but he knew she was watching him like a hawk. 

“We don't have to do this.” His voice was loud and clear. 

He took several more steps closer to her but she remained still, just watching him. When he came to a stop a few steps away from her, her eyes finally became clear within the darkness that surrounded her face. It was as he took in her eyes, the eyes he once believed that he could get lost in them, he was met with a cold and empty look. 

Her mind registered different things about the man before her. His appearance was familiar to her from the several files she had read through the night before. Everything within the file had been accurate. The only difference was that his hair was several inches longer now than it was in the surveillance photos. 

The gun that he carried was down by his side, hanging from the strap on his shoulder. His posture was calm, as if he wasn't currently going up against someone who could take his life. 

But there was something about his eyes. How they moved over her the moment he was close enough to really examine her. The way there was concern in his eyes the whole time he walked towards her. It set off something within her she didn't understand. 

“‘This’ only ends one way.” Her voice was almost monotonous. The moment the words left her lips, she was unsheathing two of the combat knives at her hips and advancing forward. 

Even with it being longer than two years since the last time he had any training with her, he knew every movement she made before she had. Every strike she attempted he was blocking it. Even when she attempted to use the gun at his side, he had it out of her hands and the gun thrown down the hall. 

Her tactics hadn't changed. There were slight differences but a majority of it was the same. And for a brief moment it hadn't been them standing in a hall with her attempting to kill him. They were in the gym with a sparring session. It's why he couldn't stop the words from leaving his lips. 

“You're going to have to do better than that.” It was followed by a chuckle. 

The response had been a lift of her eyebrow before she manuevored herself to connect her elbow to his face, hard. Based on his stance stumbling slightly, the man before her hadn't been expecting it. She almost smirked as it gave her the opportunity to sweep her legs, knocking him down. 

I can't show you all my moves, then you wouldn't spar with me. 

Her own voice echoed within her brain that caused her to hesitate. A response to his remark that she hadn’t even thought about responding to. Yet the echo of her own voice told her that would have been the response. 

Bucky noticed the slight hesitation as he moved to get up off the ground. The shift in her eyes reminded him of his own moments when Steve was trying to break through to him. He knew he officially had one foot in the door. 

“You know me.” He tried, hoping to push further.  

He watched as she shook whatever was happening in her mind off before sending the blade in her hand his way. Bucky caught it by the hilt before tossing it off to the side. 

“You are the Mission.” She responded. A moment later Bucky was blocking more of her advances. Including one that almost had the blade of the second knife embedded in his thigh. “That's how I know you.” 

The words had stung Bucky’s heart as he managed to pull the blade out of her grasp and throw it, with the blade embedding itself into the wall. It was strange to be on this end of things. To be the one fighting to get through to someone within Hydra’s hold. He just needed to break her free from it. 

It didn't take long for Bucky to find himself in a favorable hold with her. One that he knew he could easily get her pinned on the ground. And with one more maneuver he had her on her back, with him following her. 

When her back hit the ground, a strange fuzzy memory quickly passed her mind. One where the man before her had a smirk on his face instead of the serious look he had now as he looked at her. The sound of a giggle echoed in her ears before the memory completely faded. 

Out of instinct, she was able to manipulate the hold he currently had on her, forcing him on to his back. A blade she had attached to her hip was released from its sheath and brought up to his neck. It had been too easy to draw the first drop of blood from his body flinching against the pressure. 

He raised his hands up by his head, practically surrendering to her. “I'm not going to continue to fight you. ” 

She watched as his eyes met hers and never looked away. There was something in his eyes she hadn't believed she had seen before. She watched many with fear in their eyes before they began pleading for their lives. He didn't have the same look in his eyes. 

There was understanding and acceptance. For a man that hardly fought her back during the last several minutes, it made her curious as to why he hadn't tried running like the others had. Or at least attempted to use his arm in defense. 

She had been expecting it. She had read the information before coming. She knew the man used it to his advantage in combat. So why not with her? It had been almost too easy to have him pinned as he was now. 

Her head tilted slightly as she studied him. The blade against his neck never loosened as she did. Deep within her, in a way she didn't understand, there was now a feeling of familiarity. But how could someone she did not recognize hold such familiarity. 

Bucky noticed the way she was hesitating. He should have taken that opportunity to get himself out of his current position, but he was watching her reactions.

He knew from experience what could possibly be happening within her mind. He knew there was a possibility that something was coming over her that she couldn't explain. He knew that the woman deep within the asset was attempting to break through the surface. 

"Do you know who this is?”

A picture was held in front of her, and all she could focus on was the man's eyes. The same one that was currently pinned down to the ground beneath her. The sadness that was in those eyes. An ache in her chest when she couldn't remember his name, but she knew him intimately.

“Now you know me.” He said softly. His eyes still never left hers. Even as her eyes flicked back to his, he couldn’t bring himself to move. “You can't place it, but you feel it.” He slowly brought his fleshed hand up to her wrist. He gauged her reaction as he did, but she didn't move to stop him. “That's what's stopping you.” 

His fingers moved in a pattern against her skin that his mind had once created one night while spending time with her. The very pattern he continued to do any time he was feeling overwhelmed in any way. His signal to her he needed an out from wherever they were at. 

Bucky watched as she didn't flinch away from his touch. It was as if she was just watching his movements, taking in the familiarity of something unlocking within her brain. As she did, he noticed another shift in her eyes. He was getting through to her. 

He just needed something else to help break through to her. To help give that final break through the wall. But a moment later he could hear the sound of someone speaking to her through her coms. 

The shift in her eyes disappeared and she was twisting his hand away from hers as the blade of the knife pressed deeper into his skin. All she had to do was slice and it'd be over. Her mission would be complete. 

“Ty zakonchil zdes’, Fantom.” You're done here, Phantom. The words had quickly left Bucky’s lips in one breath. 

He watched as she paused once more. He knew her programming was working its way through her. Her mind was trying to take in what the word meant. The blade against his skin eased up slightly. 

A part of her mind was screaming at her to stop and stand at attention to wait for the next command. That the punishment would be worse if she didn't obey. And for a brief moment her weight lifted off of him slightly. But the other part of her mind didn't register the command. In all the new conditioning she had over the last several months, that command didn't exist. 

There was no new command to stop. There wasn't a punishment waiting for her if she didn't respond to the command given. The main goal that was embedded this time around: complete the mission. 

When Bucky saw her grip tightened on the hilt, he knew it didn't work. He knew that whatever command he'd throw at her, there would be a possibility of it no longer working. He was out of options. 

When the blade of the knife began sliding across his skin, Bucky grabbed a hold of her wrist with his vibranium hand, halting her movements and pulling her hand away. He adjusted himself to flip her back on to her back as she continued to fight to free herself from his hold. 

With a hard hit of her knee, she had him flipped off of her and she rushed to stand. In the process, she pulled the hand gun strapped to her ankle out and aimed. Her finger pulled at the trigger easily. 

Bucky barely had a moment to steady himself before he was blocking bullets with vibranium. He moved closer to her with each pull of the trigger. Counting each until he knew for sure the clip would be empty. Before the final count, he noticed that she stopped. 

If he hadn't looked up at her eyes, he would have missed the way her eyes suddenly flashed red before returning to their normal color. He watched as the gun dropped to her side as something changed within her. Fear filled her eyes where there was emptiness moments ago. 

He watched as her eyes flicked to him before her eyes welled up, causing a tear to fall down her cheek. He could see that the wall he was trying to break through earlier had finally broken. In the next moment, Bucky was taking a few steps closer as she fainted forward. He caught her easily, pulling her up into his arms. 

“Thank you.” Bucky said as he looked over at Wanda the moment he had a hold of Y/N. 

It was easy enough for Wanda to work her way up behind Y/N. Her target had been keeping her busy and it had been easy for Wanda to give a small hand wave and Y/N was sent into the spell. 

Bucky gently brought her over to a padded bench against the wall and laid her down. His fleshed hand gently pulled down the fabric away from her face. It was a way to free her from Phantom. To separate the two entities as best as he could for her.  It wasn't long after that he was pulling the coms out of her ear and crushing it within vibranium. 

“I came as fast as I could.” Wanda said as she moved closer. “Though if I had come sooner you wouldn't have been shot.” She pointed towards Bucky’s right arm. 

Bucky looked down at his arm. His shirt had blood seeping through the fabric. He had been so focused on Y/N that his mind didn't register the fresh wound. From the looks of things, the bullet had grazed him. 

“It's superficial. I'll be fine.” He nodded. 

“And your neck?” She asked as her eyes began scanning for any possible threat. 

“Occupational hazard.” He shrugged slightly as he brushed his fingers along Y/N’s cheek. “I almost got through to her. But she got pulled back in.” He looked over to Wanda. “What did you make her see?” 

“Exactly what you might think I showed her.” She began. “Though what she is actually seeing, I'm not sure.” 

Bucky knew Wanda meant fears. He saw the look on Y/N's face before she passed out. He knew that if anything fear would be the thing to break through to her. That maybe once she'd wake up, the mind block would be gone. 

Bucky, what's your status? 

Steve's voice came over the coms. Bucky ’s hand went up to his coms as he looked over at Wanda. “We're clear. She's secured. “ 

The words almost made him cringe. He should have said she was safe. He should have said things were cleared there. He could have said a million other things, but out of habit he said what he did. 

Perimeter is clear. We're working our way in. Sam's voice came over the coms next. Stark got FRIDAY back up. 

The East Wing is cleared. Natasha added. 

Conversations continued through the coms but Bucky was barely listening. His attention was still on Y/N and he was sure it would stay that way for quite some time. 

She may have been unconscious but he could see the movement beneath her eyelids. He wondered what fears she was living through at that moment. What details she was reliving or what story her mind formed as the worst thing she could ever face. 

“The med bay may be more comfortable for her.” Wanda offered. The three of them were still in the walkway. Wanda knew that once the team had full control of the compound, a lot of people were going to be making their way through that walkway. 

“It can't be the med bay.” Bucky shook his head slightly before he moved to lift her up into his arms.  The possibility of Y/N waking up in the med bay and taking it out on the medical staff wasn't something they needed. She wouldn't know where she was let alone what they could possibly be doing to her. “I'll get her set up in one of the spare rooms for now. She'll need space.” 

As he began walking towards the living quarters, he felt the shift in her body. The tension she had from the spell began to ease up. Relaxing into his hold a little more with each passing second. 

“You're safe.” He promised her. “I'm never going to let you out of my sight.”

If he hadn't been holding her as he was, Bucky was sure he would have missed it. It had been soft as if she was sighing. And part of him deeply hoped he hadn't been just hearing things. 

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My little love

chapter 12

Pairing: bucky barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warning: canon level violence, mentions of blood, use of syringe/needle, choking, horrible living conditions (especially for a child), sad everyone, crying, hurt Steve

A/N: SURPRISE!!! I wrote this in like a day so if it’s not great I’m sorry but I think you’ll like it. It was also not my intention to release it so soon but I couldn’t help myselfWe finally meet sweet baby boy Barnes aka bubba. His relationship with Lottie is definitely something we will look into in the next chapter. I’d really love to hear what you think!

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Ch 11

The jet had taken you to the helicarrier. It was expected that this mission would be just as big as the mission in which you found Lottie. Now you readied yourself to give hydra some more hell as you entered the place that Bucky had suffered the most in. Your thoughts were mostly on the other Barnes child that you were yet to meet and hoped was alright. At the last raid you had only gone into the facility once it had been cleared. Your job was as the team medic. This time you’d be fighting alongside the team.

You were paired up with Steve after Bucky argued that you’d be better off with him. The truth was that it would probably make him more reckless and you had to make sure he made it back home. The cold wind hit your face as the jet’s door opened. Steve did a quick check with everyone and then you were off in the middle of the frozen unknown.

Tony, Sam, Vision and Rhodey did a quick fly over as the rest of the team pushed forward. There were only a few guards that were taken out quickly and quietly. Steve looked to you once Tony disabled the security to open up the metal door. The element of surprise is the only thing you had on your side, hopefully. As soon as the door opened Bucky stepped up and walked in first. You could see it was hard for him being back here. He directed Clint, Wanda and Nat in one direction while he and Thor went in another. You and Steve took the main elevator down into the deep belly of the building that was built into a mountain. It was where hydra kept the winter soldier and no doubt where Bucky’s other child would be.

As soon as the door to the elevator opens Steve stands in front of you, shield up, ready to protect you if needed. You hold up one of the guns you brought with you. As you inch forward you see two long hallways full of doors that most likely lead to cells. Steve puts two fingers up to his eyes and then points toward one hallway and then points at you before doing the same and pointing at himself. You nod and start walking fast, peeking through the small windows in order to see inside.

Empty. One after another each cell is empty and your heart sinks. An alarm breaks the ever growing silence of the hall previously filled with only your footsteps.

“Have you found anything?” Tony’s voice crackles through the speakers. “It’s getting interesting up here.”

“Nothing yet.”

“Empty on my side.” You reply.

“You have people heading your way, Y/L/N. So do you Rogers.” Nat informs you.

You get to the end of the hall where there is one last door but it has no window. Pressing your ear you don’t hear anything but you have to be sure. You run two fingers along the edge of the door where the inner mechanism of the lock is and you hear it click away. The door opens easily enough and it leads to another dimly lit hallway. Flashbacks to the day you found the three boys run vividly in your mind.

“Secret passageway, I’m heading in.” You announce on the comms.

“Y/L/N, wait for me you don’t know if it’s a trap.”

“I can’t do that, Rogers. You know what happened last time.” You reply as you walk in.

There are less doors here and you make quick work of checking the other cells. As you get to the end you find one that doesn't have a window. You think it’s another hallway so you unlock the door and take a cautious step inside.

“I think I found the cell he’s being kept in.”

“I’m on my way.” Bucky answers in a hurry.

You take a small flashlight out of one of your pockets and turn it on. As you look around you see a water and food bowl on the floor as if they kept a dog in there instead of a person. There’s no bed, just a few blankets on the floor. There’s a toilet that looks like it doesn’t even work and nowhere for light to shine through. There’s a camera in the top corner and if you line up with it the room looks exactly how it did in the video feed the previous night. There’s a metal tube running along the wall furthest from the door with a chain attached to it. The cuff on the end looks so small and you swallow thickly at the thought. The chain scrapes against the concrete floor lightly and you remember that he can make himself invisible. You step in a little bit closer and kneel.

“Hi sweetie. I know you’re in here. I’m not gonna hurt you but I gotta be able to see you. Can you let me see you?” Nothing, for a second you thought you were talking to an empty room and then you heard it, a small breath. “I promise you won’t be in trouble if you let me see you. Would you like to get out of here? You can come home with me.”

A little flicker of something appears before you and then it’s gone. You smile at the Not so empty room.

“Would you like that? To have a home? I have a baby at home. She would probably love to have someone to play with.”

“A baby?” A little voice fills the room and just like that you see him.

It takes everything in you to not break down and cry. He looked just like Lottie had when you found her. Severely underweight, to the point that you could see all of his ribs, sunken eyes and he looked exhausted. His hair though was down around his shoulders and a bit lighter than Bucky’s, and his eyes were the exact same shade as the other two Barnes. He was shivering since he only had some ripped up pants that were a bit too big.

“Well she isn’t a baby, baby. But she’s my baby. You could be my baby too. I’ll take care of you.”

“No one taked care of me before.” He responds, his voice slightly shaky.

You close your eyes for a second as a few tears break free and then he gasps. The chain that held him captive scrapes against the floor and you open your eyes to see shadows on the wall. When you turn around there are hydra agents behind you ready to gun you down. The room is filled with gunfire, bullets that never reach you fall to the floor as you stand between yourself and the boy you protecting.

You turn your own gun on them, taking the group down quickly. Turning you can’t see him again but you can still see the chain.

“Y/L/N are you ok?”

“I’m fine but I need back up. I found him.”

You kneel again and unlock the cuff from his ankle and he reappears. His eyes go wide as he flexed his now free ankle.

“I’m going to pick you up ok, can you hold on tight for me?”

He nods his head and wraps his arms around your neck and his legs around your waist. You take the blanket that had been on the floor and wrap him up in it before turning your metal bracers into a shield for his back and head. With that in place you head out of the room. A speaker comes on and a man starts speaking Russian. Suddenly the grip around your neck gets tighter.

When you pull back you notice that the boy’s eyes have glazed over, as if he’s not in control and although his hands are smaller he still has the super soldier serum running through his veins. There’s no doubt that hydra would have found a way to enhance him even more.

“Y/N, where are you? They spoke similar words than the ones used to trigger me before. I’m not sure who they’re controlling. Can you get somewhere safe?” Bucky’s worried voice came over the comms but you couldn’t answer because you were being choked by a very strong child.

You feel around the belt you had on until you find the pocket you’re looking for and take out a syringe. The needle goes into his little arm and the grip around your throat loosens. His head rests against your shoulder and you cough as you try to catch your breath.

“Y/N? Can you hear me? Does anyone have eyes on her?”

“I’m here.” You groan out as you start to head toward the main door. “I’m really going to need back up.”

“Duck.” Steve says from the doorway and you do as he says just as he sends his shield flying. Two more hydra agents fall behind you. “Is that him?”

You nod as you wrap your arms around his tiny frame.

“Let’s get you both out of here.”

Steve’s blood was on your hands.

You weren’t sure exactly how it happened. He had thrown the shield in your direction so that you could keep pushing forward when an explosion rocked the side of the building. A dozen or so men appeared out of nowhere and you were left with Steve, his shield and an unconscious child in your hands. Steve fought with everything he had to give you an out. As soon as you saw Sam you gave him the sleeping child and ran back to help Steve. Somehow it was too late. He was gravely injured, the last time you saw him that bad he went toe to toe with Bucky in a helicarrier. You patched him up as best as you could and Tony flew him back to the jet.

Now you sat in the medbay of the helicarrier waiting for an update on him. Your leg bounces uncontrollably as the anxiety of not knowing if he’ll make it takes over. The others are also waiting with you. Nat and Clint sit side by side. Wanda and Vision stood against a wall while Sam and Thor sat next to you. Tony was somewhere looking through the information retrieved from the now demolished hydra base. Bruce was monitoring the unconscious Barnes child you’d saved and Bucky was sitting with him.

Or he had been, Bucky stood by the door and waved you over once you looked up.

“He’s awake and crying. He keeps asking for the nice lady.” He tells you quietly. You turn back unsure of what to do.

“Go, I’ll let you know once we have an update.”

“Thanks Nat.” You said and headed toward the lab down the hall.

Bucky stopped you and held up your overnight bag.

“Maybe you should clean up a bit. I think he’d freak out a bit more if he saw you like this.”

“You’re right. I’ll be quick.”

*******

Fifteen minutes later you looked more presentable, more you. As you got closer to the lab you could still hear him crying while Bucky tried to sooth him. The moment the glass doors slid open both pairs of electric blue eyes were on you. One of them however, we're red and puffy. He cleaned his tears with the back of his hand as he sniffled.

“Hi, why are you crying?” You said as you got closer to the bed he was on.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, honey?” You ask once you sit down next to him. Bucky stands and gives you some space.

“I hurted you.”

“But you didn’t mean to.”

“The bad man said to. He has my baby.”

You freeze at his words, it couldn’t be what you thought it was. Bucky seemed to have heard the same thing because he walked back into the small space.

“What do you mean your baby, bub?”

“She’s little, like this.” He held his arm like he was holding a newborn. “If I’m bad he hurts her. If I’m good he lets me hold her. Haven’t holded her in a long time.”

“Ok, how about you rest and we will try to find your baby.”

“Can she be your baby too?” He looks up at you hoping you’ll say yes.

“Of course she can.” You run your hand over his hair. “Why don’t you lay down now and I’ll stay with you.”

He does as he’s told and he grabs your hand. You hum a lullaby as he drifts off to sleep. Bruce walks in shortly after he starts snoring softly holding up the dna kit. After he takes the swab he needs he walks back to his side. While you wait for the results which you know will say Bucky is the father, you head to the hallway.

“Hey, Steve is stable. He’ll just need a few days to rest and he’ll be good as new.” Nat says once the glass doors are closed. “How is the little man doing?”

“He apologized for hurting me. But I’m worried, he said he had a baby and that the bad man would hurt the baby if he didn’t do what they said.”

“Do you think there’s another Barnes baby out there?”

“No, I hope not. Maybe the baby he’s talking about is Lottie. They could have put both of them in cryo and that’s why he can’t remember when he last saw her.”

“Let’s hope it’s that. I’ll give you guys some space. We should be back home in about thirty minutes.”

“Thanks Nat.” You say as she walks away.

As soon as she’s gone you bury your face in Bucky’s chest and cry. It had been a very overwhelming day and on top of that you saw your best friend almost die. Doing what he does best and sacrificing himself not only for you but for Bucky’s kids.

“It’s ok sugar, let it out.” Bucky whispers as he moves his hand up and down your back gently.

Bucky had called your dad before you landed and asked him to not bring Lottie to the hanger because of Steve. Unfortunately Ed informed him that Lottie was already aware, or at least he thought so. She had another vision and kept asking for Steve.

Once the jet landed the medical team moved Steve into one of the rooms in the medbay. You and Bruce moved your own patient into another room. The rest of the team went either to the medbay to get checked out or to their own apartments to clean up and rest. It didn’t take long for your dad to find you watching over your new son, the dna match was positive. Although you didn’t need it to know that this sweet boy was Bucky’s child.

“So I have a grandson now.”

“Seems like it.” You look up to give him a sad, tired smile.

“Come here my sweet girl.” Your dad hugged you tight. “Bucky told me what happened. Are you ok?”

“Physically yeah, but to see someone I care for hurt like that… It's just overwhelming. I’ll be alright though. As soon as Steve is awake I’ll be fine.”

“He will be. From what Bucky explained, the serum will help him recover. Why don’t you try and rest? I can stay here if you want me too.”

“I appreciate it but I can’t leave him. He knows me, Bucky and Bruce. I think if he saw a stranger here he would freak out.” You say as you look over your shoulder at the little boy.

“Ok well Charlotte was also asking for you. She wants to see her mama.”

You look back up at your dad, overwhelmed by everything and unsure of what to do.

“Go see Lottie, she’s the only one awake and she wants to see you. Your friends will let you know when Steve is up and I’ll stay here. The minute he starts to wake up I’ll get you.”

“Ok, yeah. I’ll do that. Thanks dad.” You hug him again and head back to your apartment.

Bucky and Lottie were in the living room. He was holding on to her as he cooed sweet reassuring words at the toddler’s worry about her uncle Steve. Still Lottie sniffled, not understanding that Steve needed to rest for a little bit longer.

“Hey.” You say softly.

Both father and daughter’s attention goes to you. Lottie slips out of Bucky’s lap and runs to you. Her little arms wrap around one of your legs. It’s obvious she’s been crying for a while, her cheeks were tinted pink and her eyes were red and puffy.

“Mama, Steeb owie.” She said as she pointed toward her side, the same place Steve had been injured.

“I know sweet Angel.” You picked her up and kissed her cheeks “Stevie is sleeping now but you’ll see him soon.”

“Steeb is night night?”

“Yes, Steve is night night.”

“Bubba home?” She asks, her blue eyes wide as she looks at you.

You look over at Bucky who just shrugs quickly and then nods towards the door.

“Maybe he’ll like having someone closer to his age around.”

“Yes, Bubba's home.”

She points at the door and smiles. Bucky stands and walks towards the door, opening it and letting you go first.

When you get to the medbay the first thing you notice is your dad as well as Nat and Clint having a conversation. It stops when you get closer to them. With a guilt ridden expression your dad turns to you.

“Sweetheart,” he says when you’re close enough. “I’m sorry I messed up.”

“What do you mean?”

“I went to the bathroom and when I came back he was gone.”

“What do you mean he was gone?”

“He just disappeared. I don’t know what happened but I swear I didn’t even hear the door open or close.” He looked over your shoulder at Bucky. “I really am sorry.”

“Take her,” you turn to Bucky and hand Lottie over. “This is my fault. I forgot to tell you he can turn invisible, he might still be in there.”

You walk to the door and open it slowly and sure enough the bed is empty. The door closes softly and you make your way to the bed. Your hand feels around the bed and sure enough there’s no one there. Without much of an option you look around the room but don’t find anything so you sit on the floor.

“Hey bub, it’s just me again. Will you let me see you? I promise you’re safe and no one is going to hurt you. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. I bet it was scary being alone in a different place.”

You still don’t see him but you feel him slide into your lap. His head rests against your shoulder and you follow the invisible form until you find his hand. He squeezes your hand and you can feel his small fingers trying to intertwine with yours.

“When you’re ready, my baby is here and she wants to meet you.”

It took a few minutes but sure enough, starting at his toes he became fully visible. His uncertain blue eyes looked up at you.

“Can I see the baby now?” He asks quietly.

“Of course.”

As if on queue Bucky opens the door and steps aside so that Lottie can walk in. She was more on the cautious side as she walked in, like she knew she had to be gentle. The sweet boy in your lap sits up and blinks a few times before looking up at you.

“Hi baby.” He says as he gets up and walks toward Lottie.

He holds his hand out and Lottie takes it and they just look at each other. Studying each other’s faces for a moment before he hugs her. Lottie brings her hand up to his cheek and pats it and he starts crying while holding her tighter.

“Hey bub it’s ok.” Bucky crouches down and comforts him. “Lottie is your baby sister. She’s been waiting for you.”

“My baby.” He says in between sniffles.

You and Bucky trade another look over the embracing children. Both of you were still confused. You knew Lottie would know of him because of her vision but you needed to know how he really knew her.

“Hey, Steve’s awake.” Nat said after poking her head in. Her eyes softened as she looked at the two kids.

“Hey sweet Angel, wanna go see Steve?”

“Steeb up mama?” Lottie asked once they let each other go.

“Yeah, let’s go see him. You can come too bubs.” You get up and open your arms. He looks between you and Lottie already walking out happily and wraps his arms around your neck again. You tense a bit but get up and walk out, following Bucky.

“Steeb!”

“Hi sweetheart.” Steve says from the hospital bed he was. He tries to put on his game face for her and you. Bucky picked her up and sat her down next to Steve.

“You have to be gentle, Lottie. Remember Steve had an owie.”

“Owie.” She whispered as she gently touched the right side of his midsection.

“Did I hurted him?” The boy in your arms whispered in your ear. You knew both Steve and Bucky heard him.

“No sweet boy, you didn’t hurt him.”

“Hi bud. My name is Steve, do you have a name?”

He turned in Steve’s direction, sad blue eyes taking in the scene of Lottie giving him a hug.

“Soldat.” He said softly.

The three of you were saddened after hearing his answer. Bucky turned away from you as he fought back tears. Steve cleared his throat and you held him tighter.

“Would you like a name? Just like Lottie has a name.” You say.

He just nods at you, eyes a bit brighter for a moment.

“Ok, we’ll think of a good name.” You kiss his temple and he pulls back scared at the contact. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead he chooses to hide his face in the crook of your neck.

“How about Marcus?” Bucky said as he sat down on the couch.

Lottie and her brother were inseparable. It had been hard enough to get her to leave Steve’s room but there was no way she would leave him behind. Both of them were currently sleeping, sharing her bed and snuggling.

“I don’t know if he doesn't look like a Marcus. What about Thomas?”

“Sam’s ego would get bigger than it already is, pass.”

You were laying down on the couch with your legs hanging over the armrest. Your dad was gone and the compound was quiet. It was very late at night but neither you nor Bucky could sleep even though you were exhausted.

“What about Henry? I’ve always loved that name.”

“Grant.” Bucky added. “Henry Grant Barnes?”

You tilted your head back a bit to look at him. His eyes were already on you as he waited for an answer.

“I like it. Hopefully he will too.” You say just before the door to Lottie’s room opens and closes again.

A semitransparent child stands at the edge of the entrance of the living room. The back of his hand wiping away tears.

“Hey, bub what’s wrong?” Bucky asked.

“The bad man took me away. He said I couldn’t see my baby again.” He started crying again as he walked closer to Bucky. He was still hesitant to trust any men but he was slowly opening up to Bucky.

“C’mere.” Bucky opened his arms, his son cautiously walked even closer to Bucky and let his father pull him into his lap. “It was just a bad dream bub. We aren’t going to let anyone hurt you or Lottie again.”

Two pairs of sad blue eyes looked at each other. One of them blinked owlishly as they fought against sleep.

“The bad man can’t get me?”

“No, we won’t let him.”

“Ok.” The sweet little boy replied before laying his head against Bucky’s chest and closing his eyes. Quickly falling asleep in the comfort of his father’s arms.

Bucky knew the next few weeks and even months wouldn’t be easy. You knew it too, especially if they already had him ready to follow orders with a few words. For Bucky the experience had been traumatic so he can’t even imagine what it would be for someone so young. It was all he knew. So of course he clung to the first person that showed him any kindness and luckily it had been you.

You both knew that whatever came next would be challenging but you were willing to fight to make sure both kids never had to experience anything as horrible as hydra again.

Ch 13

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Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (7) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader (future)

Genre: Angsty city babyy!

Summary: The Avengers have a reunion... in Germany... at the airport... with a few new members.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma, Canon Typical Violence

a/n: this was so hard to write wtf?

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As soon as she and Steve have the grounded chopper in sight, An electro-disabler slams onto the chopper, frying the systems and rendering it useless. Steve and Y/n look up. 

She watches with burning annoyance as Tony and Rhodey descend.

“Wow!” Tony fakes surprise looking at Rhodey, “It's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?”

“Definitely weird,” Rhodey answers.

“Hear me out, Tony,” Steve pleads. It almost seems genuine. “That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this.”

T'Challa leaps over a truck, “Captain.” 

“Your Highness,” Steve replies.

“Anyway” Tony begins, as he walks around, “Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?”

“You're after the wrong guy.”

“Your judgment is askew.” She’s seldom seen her brother this fucking furious, but then again, maybe it’s cause it’s Steve.  “Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.”

“And there are five more super soldiers just like him,” Steve argues. “I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't.”

And then, 

“Steve—you know what's about to happen,” Natasha chimes in joining the growing confrontation. “Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?”

No one’s addressed her since this entire thing—

“Why are you being so uncharacteristically fucking quiet!?” Tony screams at her.

Taken aback a bit, she straightens up. “What’s left to say?”

“Are you seriously going along with this? You know how this ends, way better than him,” Natasha tries to reason with her.

She shrugs. “I don’t—Frankly, I don’t care about any of this. I just want to go home.” She says it simple and sweet. Because it’s true. She understands that there is a threat looming but she’s sure Steve can handle it. If you asked her two weeks ago, she would have been enthusiastic about the whole thing, a mission to take down the last vestiges of HYDRA, of her nightmare—what’s not to love? 

But that was then and this is now, and now she has to fight her way through her friends to fight with some villain and that just—call her selfish but that just seems unnecessarily tedious. She just wants this all to be over. Part of her wishes things could just go back to that party at the Tower before Ultron attacked. Everything was… It was all so easy then. She misses it.

“Then let’s go home!” Tony urges.

And all she can do is let out a laugh in disbelief. “I said I wanna go home… Not a fucking prison cell.” 

Tony clenches his jaw. “ All right, I've run out of patience.” He cups his hands around his mouth and yells out, “Underoos!”

And suddenly, there is liquid spilling out onto tying up her and Steve’s hands. A person in tight fitted red and blue suit flips over and snatches the shield. He lands on top of a truck, joining the ensemble.

FUCK TONY! She thinks. What did you do?

“Nice job, kid,” Tony compliments with a smile.

“Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit—Wait! It's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's--it's perfect. Thank you.”

“Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation,” Tony comments.

“Okay. Cap… Captain,” Spider-Man nods. “Big fan, I'm Spider-Man.” If he weren’t wearing a mask, Y/n is sure he’d be smiling.

“Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just—” He waves his hands dismissively. “—Good job.”

“Hey, everyone,” Spider-Man greets.

“You've been busy.” Steve notes, there is a blatant hint of disapproval in his words.

“And you’ve been a complete idiot!” Tony counters, pissed. “Dragging in Clint. ‘Rescuing’ Wanda from a place she doesn’t even want to leave—a safe space.”

“How are you any fucking different, Stark?!” Y/n bites back. She’s pissed too. If she hasn’t made it clear yet, she would like for it to be put on record that she is outraged, beyond outraged that she has to fight the tiny little family she has been able to piece together over something as heinous as her fear of being imprisoned again. She hates every second of it but this?

This is a new level of stupid on Tony’s part.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Why would you bring him here?” She asks, pointing at Spider-Man. She’s well aware of who he is. It is her job to know. Which means she knows, that he’s just a fucking kid!

Y/n is about to blow a fucking gasket.

Tony just runs a hand over his face, looking exhausted. “I did what I had to do. You’re not giving me a lot of options here.”

“Fuck off, Tony!” She throws back because that is nowhere near a valid excuse to bring the kid into this. 

“I'm trying to keep—” He sighs. “I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart,” Tony urges.

“You did that when you signed,” Steve answers. 

That might be the only thing that she and Steve agree on.

“Alright, We're done,” Tony announces. “You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys—with no compunction about being impolite.” He pauses for a second, and then a final plea, “Come on.”. 

Sam’s voice rings out over the comms, “We found it. Their Quinjet’s in hanger five, north runway.”

Instantly both she and Steve hold their hands up and Clint shoots the web off.

Tony’s helmet goes up as he turns to look at the source of the arrow.

“Alright, Lang,” Steve signals Lang to get to it.

And Lang does not disappoint. 

“Hey, guys, something—” Spider-Man is cut off by Lang sizing back up from Cap’s shield and retrieving it.

“Whoa. What--what the hell was that?” Rhodey asks aloud, confused as fuck.

Lang hands the shield back to Steve, “I believe this is yours, Captain America.”

“Oh, great. Alright, there's two on the parking deck. One of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her.” Tony announces all their locations. “Rhodey, you want to take Cap?” He asks before flying off.

“Got two in the terminal, Wilson and Barnes,” Rhodey calls out, as he begins to take flight.

Steve launches his shield, aiming for the chest of Rhodey’s suit, temporarily incapacitating him. 

“Barnes is mine!” T’Challa runs off and Steve swiftly follows behind.

Spider-Man swings away upon receiving whatever order he receives from Tony.

“I’m gonna—” Lang points over to Rhodey, to which Y/n just nods in response.

“Guess that just leaves you and me,” Natasha notes.

Y/n smiles a little, “In any other circumstance I would’ve enjoyed that more.”

Natasha smiles too, before she lunges at her. 

Y/n easily dodges every attack that Natasha throws at her. Nat’s trained. She’s amazing, agile and utterly formidable… But Y/n is better. Looking at her, it’s easy to forget that while she’s damn near ancient at this point. But she is. She has done this a lot longer than any other member of her team.

“You’re not fighting me,” Natasha notes.

Dodging another punch, “I don’t want to,” Y/n answers.

“How do you plan on fixing this?” She asks.

Taking a step back, with furrowed brows, “Why am I supposed to solve it?”

“Well, it was supposed to be us—you and I, together. But then you decided to leave with Steve.” Natasha counters. Her attacks are getting more intrusive, it’s taking a lot more work to dodge them.

“I left cause of Sergant Barnes, Steve cannot handle him alone and you know it,” Y/n reasoned.

“And you can?” 

“I’m not alone, am I?” Y/n’s getting a little annoyed.

“That doesn’t feel like a betrayal at all,” Natasha bites back, kicking her hard in the side.

“Fuck!” Y/n curses. Clicking her tongue, she swallows a groan while holding her side. “Yeah, like you didn’t fucking betray me signing that goddamn document.”

“These boys are demarcating the playground, claiming a side of their own.” Natasha lands another blow on her chest, making her stumble back sputtering. “They can’t clean up after themselves. They are too headstrong, too naive to see sense. We have to fix this!”

Y/n has had enough. When Natasha carges at her again, she stops her. Blocking with one hand, she knees Nat in the side. “It’s not my fucking responsibility!” Pushing her back, she counters Nat’s attacks easily. “I never wanted to be a part of this shit show. I didn’t want it then, I don’t want it now. This is not my fucking mess!” Y/n throws a punch. ”I just want to go home.”

Natasha blocks her. And then… then she fucking smiles.

It’s not a cunning one. It’s not mocking either. It’s something like sympathy. 

“You’re fighting me,” Natasha notes. And belatedly, Y/n realises, that yeah… yeah she is. “You’re always going to be a better fighter than me, Y/n. But this,” she taps at Y/n’s chest, right above her heart, “you let this loose way too easily. You make it too damn easy for me to do this.” Natasha manouvers herself around Y/n and pins her to the floor, trapped between fucking her legs. Fuck me, Y/n thinks. With a crippling elbow punch to the gut, Natasha gets up on her feet, leaving Y/n coughing on the floor.

“Just say what you want to say,” Y/n asks from where she’s lying flat on her ass.

“You cannot keep claiming Switzerland. You don’t want to pick a side? Don’t. Be on your own side, but don’t keep pretending to be uninvolved. Look around you, Y/n… you already are involved.”

With that, Natasha is off too, leaving Y/n to gather up her leftover dignity.

The fight, or well should she call it the fights—cause there are multiple—the fights continue. Vision enters the arena and draws a literal line in the sand. 

“Captain Rogers,” he says, levitating above them, “I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now.”

As politely as it’s worded, it still remains a warning. Warning Steve to stop, but come on. Has that ever fucking worked with Steve ‘Bullheaded’ Rogers? 

Both teams charge at each other and Y/n just hates all of it. It feels absurd to fight against the people she has fought shoulder to shoulder, but in the moment, it feels like she just doesn’t have a choice… Does she?

She loses track of everyone she faces off, but rest assured it’s everyone but the Spider-Man. She tries her best to avoid using her powers, bringing up her armour only as defence. The powers—her attacks are meant to harm. These aren’t the people she would ever wish harm upon.

Eventually she stumbles upon Spider-Man, barely holding up what once must have been a gangway. Manifesting the armour onto her arms and then curling her hand around the hilt of her sword as it’s forming into existence from her dimension, she glitches in just above him and free falls to the ground, cutting the whole thing down.

She lands on her knee. 

“Miss Stark!” Spider-Man yells out in excitement, dropping the halved gangway with ease. “It is so great to meet you! I am a huge fan, especially of your—”

She cuts him off, her sword disassembling out of existence, “Who did that?” she asks, pointing at the completely unrecognizable gangway.

“Captain America,” he answers easily. “Aren’t you on his team?”

“I don’t know which fucking team I’m on!” Y/n answers, throwing her arms up in utter frustration. 

The kid for his part remains calm, giving her a moment to compose herself again. 

Sighing, she looks up at him, “Do you make it a habit of willing following men dressed like stop signs to Germany, or is this one off thing?”

“Mr. Stark said he needed help… How could I say no?” 

There so much fucking ernestness in his words it burns Y/n from within.

“Go home, kid,” she tells him. “Tony—he…” She shakes her head. “All this is way too bigger than you…”

“I can handle it,” he replies, sounding almost desperate. 

“I don’t doubt it,” She answers, because she doesn’t. “But you’re better at being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.” With that she begins to walk away.

The kid, however, has other ideas. He shoots a web at her and instantly her sword manifests once again, cutting it down before it can stick to her. “Don’t be dumb, kid,” she scolds gently, glitching a few meters away. “Go home!” She yells out and glitches out of his sight.

As it goes on, at some point, a realization strikes them all.

“We gotta go,” Barnes’ voice rings out over the comms. She’s not sure she’ll ever get used to having that voice in her ear speaking anything but crude monosyllabic words in German. “That guy's probably in Siberia by now.”

“We gotta draw out the flyers. I'll take Tony. You get to the jet,” Steve replies. “Y/n, think you can take on Vision?”

“You bet you star-spangled ass—” She’s cut off before she can verbally assault Steve for questioning her at all.

“No, you get to the jet! All three of you!” Sam reasons, sounding a little strained. When she spots him in the air, Rhodey hot on his trail. “The rest of us aren't getting out of here.”

She wants to cut in, but before she gets the chance to, T’Challa throat punches her, pissing her off. Her focus shifts to handling the King of Wakanda.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it,” Clint chimes in.

“This isn't the real fight, Steve,” Sam urges softly.

“Alright, Sam,” Steve acquieces. “What's the play?”

“We need a diversion, something big,” Sam says.

“I got something kind of big, but I can't hold it very long,” Scott answers instantly over the comms. “On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half—don't come back for me.”

“He's gonna tear himself in half?” Barnes questions, sounding just as confused as she feels.

“You're sure about this, Scott?” Steve asks him.

“I do it all the time. I mean once…in a lab,” Scott answers.

“And then what happened?” Y/n asks, finally being able to find her voice, having pinned T’Challa on the ground with her thighs roped around his neck.

“Then I passed out,” Scott answers.

“Awesome,” Y/n remarks before, T’Challa lands a blow on her side, making her losen her grip. Both are quickly on their feet again. 

“You’ve gotten better, your majesty,” She tells him. T’Challa has always been a great fighter—trained by the Dora Malaje, of course she expects no less. “It feels like it was yesterday when I saw your father teaching you how to wield a staff.”

He charges at her with so much anger. “How dare you talk about my father when you choose to protect his murder!”

“T’Challa—” She tries but he’s not in a listening mood. He’s in an attacking mood; he keeps coming at her relentlessly. She dodges every strike.

“After all the kindness he showed you, you protect Barnes!? You are a traitor!”

“He didn’t kill your father, T’Challa! You have to know that,” Y/n tries to reason but clearly it has no affect. In the end she realizes she is not left with much of a choice. 

Before she can react on her realization, however, Scott fucking Lang decides to grow to the size of fucking building. 

“Mother of whore-loving motherfucker,” Y/n is damn near astounded.

“I guess that’s the signal,” Sam’s voice comes in from the comms.

As soon as the shock fades, T’Challa charges at her again and she does the same. Running at him, she uses the momentum kneeing him in the chest. He stumbles back a little, she takes that moment to kick him in the back of calve, disbalancing him to make him fall and as he falls, she strikes him in the chest. 

With that, she glitches away.

“Y/n, you coming?” Steve asks over the comms.

“I don’t know,” she answers honestly, spotting Vision who’s eyes are set on Steve and Bucky who are running towards the quinjet.

She’s glitching in and out. Popping out of her dimension to attack Vision and then popping back in to stop herself from falling. It’s a fucking taxing thing, fighting an super-enhanced android with weird magic powers in the air, especially when you can’t fly.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam asks her on the radio.

“It means I’m fucking thinking about it!” She bites back.

“What’s there to think about?” Clink asks.

“I don’t know!” She glitches into her dimension. “Fuck” She says to herself, then glitches out. “Something about my responsibility in all this—I don’t fucking know!”

And then Vision decides to shoot a beam at her with the mindstone. Her armour deflects but the force throws her to the ground. 

The fall hurts, it aches. It makes her ache in places she hasn’t ached since HYDRA had her. It’s all very fucking meloncholy if you ask her. So, you cannot blame her when she lies on her ass for a couple seconds, trying to recuperate. 

Meanwhile, Vision uses his beam to cut the control tower in half. It begins to collapse over the entrance to the hanger the quinjet is in. Wanda tries to hold off the debris from crumbling to the ground, keeping the way clear for Steve and Barnes who are fast approaching on foot. However, Rhodey intervenes, blasting her with a sonic boom, making her loose control. 

All of that is for naught, though, because Steve and Bucky do make it in. 

“Need a hand?” A gold-titanium allow hand, painted bright red is extended to her.

She takes the hand, letting it help her stand on her feet. “Thanks,” she tells him. “Shouldn’t you be spending this time stopping them?” She asks, pointing at the scene unfolding behind them.

“I’m trying to stop you,” Tony says evenly. And then, before she can even tell him she’s not sure if he needs to, if what she really wants to do is stick around and fix it—she doesn’t know how exactly but she wants to try, if any of this is necessary, she hears a sound. It’s a sound that has become almost ambient to her, a sound that used to bring her comfort, a sound that used to mean there was someone watching her back—the sound of Tony’s repulsors being activated. 

She feels the hit before he even aims for it.

“Don’t make me stop you, Stark,” Tony says sofly, his eyes are welling up but so are hers. She has categorically avoided him the entire time, knowing full well that faced with him, she’d just surrender and find a way to escape at a later point. But this… This fucking hurts.

It burns her. It burns her from within. 

The man doesn’t even have to take the shot to make her bleed. 

But his arms come up to aim the repulsors at her anyway.

“Really?” She asks him.

“I don’t want to do this,” he begs.

It doesn’t matter though, it doesn’t fucking matter because he is doing it. He’s aiming at her. Her baby brother is aiming his weapons at her, hesitantly but he’s aiming nonetheless. It fucking breaks her her. 

Her hands clench into fists. A tear escapes her eyes. And a single word slips out of her lips “Traitor.” 

She glitches away. 

When she glitches out, she’s facing Natasha. 

As their eyes meet, Natasha fires a widow bite from her wrist. Y/n waits for the hit but it never comes, turning back she met with T’Challa, who’s being incapacitated by the low voltage shocks from the widow bite.

“Oh,” Y/n notes, turning back at Natasha.

Her brows forrow at that reaction. “What?” When all Y/n does is point at T’Challa behind him, Nat continues, “What are you waiting for? Go!” 

“I—I’m not going…” she answers, dumbly. “I came here to stop you from stopping—” her eyes fly to Barnes and Steve who are already inside the jet. “—them…”

“Not going?” Natasha asks, with a smile.

Clenching her jaw, Y/n replies, “Not yet.”

Natasha just nods at her.

As the two super soldiers take off, T’Challa frees himself and tries to grab onto the jet but fails inevitably, landing easily on the ground.

He comes to face Natasha and even with the mask on Y/n can practically see how pissed off he is.

“I said I'd help you find him, not catch him. There's a difference,” Natasha tells him with a somewhat false sense of confidence, knowing very well herself that she’s lying. 

This is awkward, is all Y/n can think as she stands between the two of them.

As the three of them make their way out, she watches as Lang is going down in all his (Gi)Ant-Man might, Spider-Man’s webbing tied around his legs. Tony and Rhodey punch him out of the sky and Y/n can see the last vestiges of her ‘side’ crumbling.

In front of her, a few meters ahead, Vision has Wanda in her grasp, holding onto her and protecting her gently. 

While the jet flies off, Rhodey and Tony both take off after it, Sam is hot on their trails. Either of the two iron-men must call out an order because then Vision looks up at them in the sky. He uses the mind stone again, shooting off a beam. She’s sure it’s meant for Sam, but he folds away his wings, dropping altitude so the beam misses him entire, hitting Rhodey instead.

For the next minute or so, everything happens in slow-motion. 

Rhodey begins to fall. He begins falling from the sky.

Her confusion over his inaction only lasts a second but the moment its clear that the beam hit Rhodey’s core, shutting the suit down, Y/n runs into action. 

She begins glitching in and out, trying to get higher and closer to Rhodey, coming out only to calculate how much farther he is from her reach.

Glitch, need to be higher.

Glitch, need to be closer.

Glitch, need to be further.

Glitch, need to be faster.

She can reach him. She’s sure.

But…

But the ground is creeping in and Rhodey’s been falling for way too long.

She needs to slow his speed or he’ll—

No time to think. 

No time for anything but action.

The next time she glitches out, she grabs Rhodey.

“Y/n!” He yells out, afraid and lost.

“I got you,” she tells him. “I got you, Rhodey.”

She glitches him into her dimension, trying to decrease his speed. 

“FUCK!”

It’s not easy. 

Fuck it’s damn near impossible for her. 

She’s not good enough.

Especially not good enough at controlling her dimension when he’s been freefalling from the sky, in an impeccably heavy suit of weapons, and machine and metal. He’d been falling too long, with too much weight.

She holds onto him, making her dimension denser, not enough but still, denser. 

Manouvering herself under him, she extends her armour from her arms to span across her back. If she can’t slow him to a halt, she can cushion his fall.

When they glitch out of the dimension, the change in force hits them hard, slowing them down a little bit more. But the wind does not cooperate. The wind is a fucking bitch. Y/n cannot completely sustain the suits weight on her, but she tries her best.

As they brace themselves for what will undoubtedly be a rough fucking landing, the last thing she sees is Tony flying towards them.

They crash. 

The impact creates a fucking pit in the ground.

Before she can try helpless to move Rhodey off of her to check on him, Tony lands next to them and does it. 

He pulls off Rhodey’s face plate, and asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to check his vitals.

“Heartbeat detected. Emergency medical is on its way,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replies.

His eyes fly over to Y/n then. Hand on her chest in an instant, He says, “ F.R.I.D.A.Y. assess damage.”

“I’m fine,” Y/n tries, pushing him off of her but the blood she coughs out makes it seem like an act.

“Six broken ribs and heavy internal bleeding, sir. But her hearbeat holding steady. Miss Stark will be fine till the emergency medical arrives.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. tells him.

Y/n doesn’t care, she tries to get up but struggles somewhat hopelessly. Tony’s hands come to help her and she manages to get onto her knees to look at Rhodey. 

He’s bleeding, she notes, from his nose. 

Her jaw clenches, eyes watering up.

Somewhere behind them, Sam lands on his feet and apologizes. Tony blasts him with his repulsors but Y/n can’t bring herself to give a damn.

Both siblings wait there—lost and scared, each with a hand on the chest of their best friend, and prayers on their lips to a God they stopped believing in, waiting for help to arrive.

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pretty woman, this is me trying || five

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(5/14)

Mini-Series 

Warnings: internal thoughts going haywire; soft touches; strong language; slow burn

Word Count: 1,800+

Author’s Note: hehehehee xxMoni

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     “Did you like it?” you asked Bucky, looking over your kitchen counter with raw cookie dough between your fingers.

Bucky took a while to respond, the top of his head frozen but visible from where he sat on your couch. The credits for the first movie in a series had just ended.

“They spent the whole movie ignoring the fact that he basically killed the first Santa Claus.”

You gasped, slapping dough dramatically back into the mixing bowl. “I wouldn’t say it’s that serious!”

“Dude just disintegrated.”

“It was magic!”

“What was?” Bucky playfully argued, hopping onto his knees and facing you from behind the couch. “The mysterious death or the fact that not one of his elf slaves seemed to mourn?”

You gaped at him, blinking. Placing your hands on the counter, you shook your head. “He didn’t murder Santa Claus. Santa Claus’s were not allowed to fall from the roof. He fell, and he disappeared.”

“He probably had a family.”

“He probably did.”

“It’s an evil movie.”

“But the second one is the best!”

Bucky groaned, throwing his head back slightly. “Are you going to make me watch it?”

“It’ll redeem the first movie, trust me.”

He pursed his lips, not fully believing you. But he would watch it, and eat those cookies you had argued against making because of the fact you had acrylic nails, and he would probably enjoy it. Teasing you seemed to make your voice all squeaky and Bucky absolutely adored that.

“Guess I owe that to you, huh?” Bucky suggested, jutting his chin toward your messy fingers.

You raised your hands at him, flicking him both middle fingers discreetly. “Look at this! Do you know how hard it’s going to be to dig the dough from under these?”

Bucky lifted his metal arm, turning it over a few times. “It would have been Hell digging it from these plates.”

“I’m in distress.”

“And I have a real disability. Now make my cookies.”

You laughed loudly in response to that. It had been a week and a half since your pinky promise in the park. Since then, you two have hung out nearly every single day. Stark hadn’t mentioned anything the first time he noticed, but he did snicker this morning. Not that it bothered Bucky—it was nice knowing that someone knew where he was going and what he was not doing.

You had told Stark that in great detail.

I’m warming the chair next to him this holiday season, Mr. Iron Man. Not his bed.

Wouldn’t be my business even if you were warming his cock too, Miss Renaissance.

Bucky often felt guilty for liking Tony’s crude sense of humor. His playfulness when it came to the dirty. Bucky turned sour whenever he heard the same language from Steve or Clint, even Sam. It was never directed at him, but something felt off.

He expected it from Stark. Stark was a no-strings attached type of guy. It was obvious he was joking. Bucky could tolerate that.

But from Steve… Hearing Steve joke about naughty things made Bucky’s stomach turn.

Steve didn’t know what had happened to Bucky. No one but Stark and Natalia did. So he couldn’t joke with Steve.

Simple as that. His reasoning needed some adjusting here and there, but that’s where it was at the moment.

This was the second time Bucky stepped foot in your apartment. You had let him and Axel in and promised to wait outside for five minutes, letting Bucky scope the place out. Bucky had refused, but he couldn’t hide the uncomfortable curl of his face in response to a strange place. You had simply shrugged and told him to not mess with your books—they were in color-coded order.

Now, as you made him cookies during a binge watch marathon of old Christmas movies, Bucky felt cozy and playful and safe. Your apartment was stuffed to the brim with knick-knacks, personal notes etched into the wood of your computer desk and even in the bathroom door frame. Why you were keeping track of your height progress when you’ve obviously stopped growing, Bucky didn’t ask.

“When I’m done, should we try something interesting?”

Bucky’s eyebrow quirked. “What did you have in mind?”

“Test of trust,” you said as you wiped your hands clean. “Let me braid your hair.”

Bucky startled, his heart beating fast. Axel remained asleep near the mini Christmas tree. “What?”

“It’s something friends do at sleepovers. Mothers braid their daughter’s hair. It builds trust since we put so much of our vanity into our hair. Well, some of us do. But it means I’ll be sitting behind you, giving you gentle touches, doing something people have been doing for centuries.”

The thought of having someone behind him, so close to his head, scared the soul out of him. But this exercise, this level of trust, was at the base of the pyramid he had constructed for himself. He didn’t quite know yet what was stacked on the very top.

“Conditions?”

You nodded, turning momentarily to put the cookies into the oven. “Lay them on me.”

Bucky turned his fingers over in his lap, eyeing his gloves on the coffee table. This could go two ways: 1) He sits through it, he enjoys it, and he climbs a step on his pyramid, or 2) He can’t handle it, he lashes out, and the night ends early.

He desperately wanted a middle option.

“Don’t freak out,” he started, nearly laughing from the way your eyes popped. “I hold my gun in my lap the whole time.”

You shuffled your feet, either trying not to laugh or not to scream. Bucky couldn’t really tell. “The safety will be on, I just… It would make me feel safer.”

“Uh,” you cleared your throat. “What about a mirror?”

“Mirror?”

“I have a full-sized mirror,” you explained, rushing to your bedroom. Bucky watched as you left for a good ten seconds, then returned pushing an actual full-length mirror, studded with diamonds and pictures. “Ignore the photo of shirtless Sam Wilson.”

“Didn’t really notice it until you pointed it out, thanks.”

You pushed the mirror until it was perched next to the television, facing the couch perfectly. You stood in front of it, modeling with your hands on your hips, staring at Bucky through it. “Well?”

“So I’ll be able to watch you.”

“Exactly.”

Bucky met your stare, counting his breaths. You waited patiently. God, he wanted to hug you. You looked like you radiate warmth.

He had been kept in the cold for so long.

“Okay.”

You squealed, rushing back into your bedroom. Bucky laughed quietly to himself, taking his hair out of the poor excuse of a hair bun he wore. He slid to the floor, grabbing a pillow to place underneath himself. The smell of cookies baking calmed him immensely.

You came back with a hairbrush and about a dozen mini multi-colored plastic bands. You stumbled and rolled and stepped on each cushion as you made yourself comfortable.

“I’m right behind you.”

“I can see that,” Bucky responded, his tone more teasing than monotone.

“I’m going to brush your hair first, alright?” you said, shaking the hairbrush.

“Okay.”

Bucky watched the hairbrush meet his scalp—

Watched as you brushed through his long hair. Watched as you wiggled your bare fingers in the mirror before placing them on the skin the hairbrush had touched. Watched as you did it over and over again.

Then as you separated his hair into parts, as you explained the process, as you giggled and told stories about your mom doing this to you.

And as you tugged lightly on the strands, massaged at his roots, and lay each part over each other… Bucky started crying.

“Bucky?”

“Keep going.”

You kept going. Like he asked. Bucky wasn’t sobbing, nor was he full on weeping. But he couldn’t control the stray tears that escaped his eyelids and plopped down into his lap. One after the other, victims of gravity.

You braided his hair into a beautiful french braid, snapping the bands on. You had kept those two strands at the front of his face. Framing his cheeks, a signature.

“Good?”

You tucked your hands away, even laid back into the couch cushions. Bucky yearned for the warmth he had been feeling at his back, for the gentle press of your fingers at his scalp. So he turned around slowly, wiping the wetness from under his eyes, and reached out.

He reached for your hand.

Your breath hitched, surprise drenched over that small sound. You didn’t move for him, to him. You allowed him to reach across the short distance, to stop if need be.

When his skin touched yours, by his own volition, something… Odd, occurred.

His whole spine erupted with pleasant chills, down to the base of his spine, strong enough to curl his toes inside his boots. His metal arm whirred slightly, the only noise besides your short breathing. He dragged his flesh fingers over your knuckles, smoothing out the creases, only to watch them bounce back. He traced the arch of your nails, the perfect acrylics, and waited for his body to reject this feeling. That sudden, smack of vertigo that had him arrested.

But nothing came, nothing so drastic. He felt a little shame crawl up the back of his throat, but it was bearable. It was worth it.

He was touching someone again. Someone who wasn’t actively trying to hurt him.

“Get on the floor.”

He watched as your eyes widened and something worrying flashed across your features.

“I meant,” he stuttered, blushing. “Get on the floor so I can touch your hair now.”

A laugh sputtered from your lips. “You actually scared me for a second.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his smile sheepish. “That was stupid of me.”

“I like authoritative tones. Just, when I’m expecting them.”

In his excitement, Bucky completely disregarded your reaction. Sure, you made a promise to each other that you would let him touch you when he asked, but the invisible lines in between obviously stated that he had to form his words in question format. Orders were not welcome in this relationship, and Bucky cursed himself for not remembering that.

“Can I play with your hair?”

You flushed with young delight, scooting down to the floor. Careful to not touch him more, you situated yourself in between his open knees, hands in your lap and a brilliant smile on your face. Bucky did not use the brush. He didn’t find any need. Instead, he inched higher up on his personal pyramid and used his fingers to separate strands and to feel the texture. To measure opposite parts and tug lightly at the roots. Seeing what his body could handle before it rejected this.

His braids weren’t as advanced as yours, but he was a quick learner. Over time, perhaps in the next week or so, Bucky’s body will let him continue to survive on this gratifying cloud, and he’ll reach your level. For now, he untucked two strands at the very front so they could frame your face.

“Look at that.” You smiled at him through the mirror. The sheer size difference between you two had Bucky swallowing hard. “You made me just as beautiful as I made you.”

~

[whotf-atemywaffles]

We'll be a fine line, We'll be alright

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

summary: Bucky Barnes, recovering his memory, finds the love of his life, Y/N, who is now a SHIELD agent. They work together to stop HYDRA and save the world, but Y/N is badly injured. Bucky reveals his true identity to her, they fight harder than ever, and Bucky promises to return to her. After months of waiting, Bucky comes back to Y/N, and they overcome every obstacle together. They fight side by side and defeat their enemy, but not without a cost. Bucky is injured, and Y/N tends to his wounds. They watch the sunset together, knowing that they are meant to be together forever.

Bucky Barnes had been recovered by SHIELD and was slowly regaining his memory. He remembered bits and pieces of his past, but there was one person he couldn't forget - Y/N, the girl he had been hopelessly in love with since the 40s.

Bucky had been searching for Y/N for years, but he had never been able to find any trace of her. He had given up hope until one day, he stumbled upon some information that led him to her. Y/N was now working as a SHIELD agent, just like Bucky.

Bucky couldn't believe his luck. He had finally found the love of his life, but he knew he had to be careful. Y/N had no memory of him and he didn't want to scare her off by revealing his true identity too soon.

Bucky began to work closely with Y/N on various SHIELD missions, and he found himself falling in love with her all over again. She was kind, brave, and always had his back. Bucky knew that he had to keep his feelings in check, but it was getting harder and harder every day.

One day, while on a mission, Bucky and Y/N discovered that HYDRA had infiltrated SHIELD. Bucky found himself in the middle of a conspiracy that threatened to destroy everything he and Y/N had worked so hard to protect. He knew he had to come clean about his identity to Y/N, but he didn't want to put her in danger.

As they worked to stop HYDRA and protect the world from the weapon they had created, Bucky and Y/N grew closer and closer. They fought side by side, their chemistry undeniable.

Bucky and Y/N were on a mission, trying to stop a group of criminals who were planning to release a deadly toxin into the city. Y/N was in charge of disabling the toxin, while Bucky was taking care of the criminals.

As they were working, Y/N was suddenly attacked and badly injured. Bucky rushed to her side, but the criminals had already taken her away. Bucky searched desperately for Y/N, hoping against hope that she was still alive.

Days went by, and Bucky still had no luck finding Y/N. He was starting to lose hope when Steve Rogers, his best friend and fellow Avenger, appeared with Y/N in his arms. She was badly injured, but alive.

Bucky was relieved to see Y/N alive, but he was still worried about her well-being. He stayed by her side, helping her recover from her injuries and wondering how he could have ever thought that he could live without her.

As Y/N slowly recovered, Bucky promised himself that he would never let anything bad happen to her again. They had fought for each other, and they had won, but Bucky knew that he would always need Y/N by his side.

Finally, in the heat of battle, Bucky revealed his true identity to Y/N. She was shocked at first, but soon realized that her feelings for Bucky had never really gone away.

Together, they fought harder than ever before. They risked their lives to stop HYDRA and save the world from destruction. And when the dust had settled, Bucky knew that he couldn't live without Y/N by his side.

But their victory came at a cost. Bucky had to leave to clear his name and find a way to make amends for his past actions as the Winter Soldier. Y/N was heartbroken, but she knew that Bucky had to do what was right.

As Bucky left, he promised Y/N that he would always love her and that he would return to her. Y/N was left with a sense of hope and longing, knowing that Bucky was out there somewhere, fighting for what was right, and waiting for the day when they could be together again.

Months went by, and Y/N thought of Bucky every day. She missed him terribly and wondered if he would ever return. And then, one day, she received a message from Bucky. He had finally cleared his name and was coming back to her.

Y/N waited anxiously at the airport, her heart pounding in her chest. And then, she saw him - Bucky Barnes, the love of her life, walking towards her with a smile on his face.

"I'm home," he said, pulling her into his arms.

And as they held each other tightly, Y/N knew that they had overcome every obstacle and that their love was stronger than ever before. They had fought for each other, and they had won.Bucky and Y/N were finally reunited, and their love for each other only grew stronger with each passing day. They spent their time catching up on the years they had missed and enjoying each other's company.

But the peace didn't last for long. Bucky's past as the Winter Soldier caught up with him, and he found himself being hunted by an old enemy. Y/N refused to let Bucky face his enemy alone, so they set out on a dangerous mission together.

The mission was perilous, but Bucky and Y/N were determined to see it through. They fought side by side, using their skills and their love for each other to overcome every obstacle in their way.

Finally, they reached their destination - a secret HYDRA base where they were hiding. They fought their way through the guards and confronted the enemy, who had a deadly weapon in his possession.

Bucky and Y/N fought ferociously, their love and their determination giving them the strength they needed to defeat their enemy. In the end, they emerged victorious, but not without a cost. Bucky had been injured in the fight.

Y/N tended to Bucky's wounds, never leaving his side. They held each other tightly, knowing that they had been through so much together and that their love for each other had only grown stronger.

As they looked out at the sunset, Bucky turned to Y/N. "I don't know what I would do without you," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/N smiled at him. "You'll never have to find out," she said, taking his hand in hers.

And as they watched the sunset together, Bucky and Y/N knew that they were meant to be together forever. They had fought for each other, and they had won.

A/N- There was a vision for this, did it come out how i wanted? Not in the slightest, Am I happy with any of the works ive posted? Nope, will i just have to learn to cope with that? Yeah, i will

[shelbgrey]

Maybe something were Sam us the reader's best friend and is overprotective and caring for her and Bucky being the reader's boyfriend for years gets very jealous. Later, they get into an argument and Sam confesses his feelings for the reader. However, the reader chose bucky over Sam and he backs off. It ruins their friendship and it becomes awkward between them.

Treat you better(Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson)

Paring: Rogers!Reader X Sam wilson x Boyfriend!Bucky

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I won't lie to you, I know he's just not right for you

And you can tell me if I'm off, But I see it on your face When you say that he's the one that you want

And you're spending all your time In this wrong situation, And anytime you want it to stop.

“dose anyone have eyes on (y/n)?” I hear Sam say through the cams.

My boyfriend Bucky's voice was next to speak “Doll, your still in the blast zone! Get your ass to the jet”

A small town just outside of Brooklyn had been bombed and we had to evacuate the area and disabled the bombs and take down the hydra team that atacked. Nat and Steve had gotten the agents into custody and Clint and the others got the civilians to safety. I on the other had was still in the blast zone trying to hack into the database and disabled the bombs.

“(y/n) just get to safety we gotta go!” Tony said in my coms.

As I ran around the Rumble I could feel the ground shake and the booms of the bombs Made my ears ring. The sounds of whimpers made me stop though. It wasn't human and my cirositey and instenc made run towards the crys of help.

It was a small black lab puppy. His brown eyes never left me as I took my pocket knife and cut the wires that was holding him in that one place. I moved some rocks off of him and picked him up. As I ran I heard Bucky's voice cut in and out in my coms.

--------(Bucky's pov)--------

Before we knew it there was nothing but static. We lost connection with y/n coms making my heart pound with fear.

“y/n where are you!” Steve said his voice full of worry. “screw this, I'm going after her” I growled, Tony struggled to stop me as I grabbed my gun ready to go into the blast zone.

“buck stop! Sam go get her” Steve instructed. I ripped my arm out of Steve's grip giving him a glare as Sam nodded and his wings popped out before he went after her.

I pushed Steve to the side. “I could have handled it”

Sam always thought he had to be the hero to her damsel in distress. I had no place to be jealous or angry of y/n choice of best friend. Her and Sam had been best friends longer than we've been dating. Hell her and Sam served in the Army together. But when he had that smug grin as he left to rescue her all I could think about is how hard I need to squeeze his neck before he passes out. But if I hurt him, I hurt her.

I threw my gun down thinking about how much I hate the thought of his hands touching her. The hands that are both flesh and blood and of a hero. Make me think she's better of with him then me, but then she chose me, why? I don't really know but I thank God everyday she did chose me. I thank God she chose to see the good in me.

--------(1st pov)--------

“I'm almost out of the blast radius guys” I yelled into the com as I ran as fast as I could while at the same time holding onto a puppy for dear life. “all most there” but is was too late, I ran into another bomb.

The explosion whipped me about 60 yards from where I was. I did my best to turn my body and land on my back to shield the puppy. My back acked and my leg was soaked in blood. My ears were ringing as my head pounded. The puppy poked his head out of my vest and let out a whimper as he licked my chin.

In a flash I felt my body Being scooped up and token up a couple hundred feet. I faded in and out as Sam carried me to safety.

“Hey, need a lift beautiful?” he said as he held me tight.

“there they I see them!” Peter voice said before Sam flew in and landed on his feet.

We landed in the jet and Sam quickly and carefully set me down. “are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked panic. He held my face examining my face.

“what the hell (y/n), why did you stop?” Bucky said his voice was mixed with worry and anger. He pushed Sam to the side which earned him a glare. Bucky sat down next to me, examining the damage.

“I'm alright buck” I smiled softly. He sighed and rested his forehead on mine. “never do that again”

The extra voices made the puppy poke his head out of my vest. I moving around between us made Bucky look down as the puppy looked up.

“he was trapped” I said as the puppy licked my chin and let out a couple of soft woofs.

Bucky's blue eyes widened but you could see the anger coating them. “you risked your life for a fucking dog?!” he didn't raise his voice like he was mad at me but he sure as hell was worried. “ooh language Barnes” Tony said in the background but no one acknowledged his comment.

“hay, man don't yell at her” Sam said aproching us. Bucky glared at him and clinched his metal arm. I quickly put my hand on his knee keeping from killing my best friend.

“Sam, it's fine” I nodded with a smile. Nat quickly got Sam to come over to the other side of the jet before things got too ugly.

Bucky sighed and got the first aid kit. “I'm sorry Buck” I mumbled hiding my face in the puppy's head as he cleaned up my forehead wrapped. His steal blue eyes softened as he looked at me.

“I'm sorry I snapped at you, I was just worried” he mumbled. I smiled and placed at soft kiss on his lips. The little puppy yelped and put his paws on Bucky.

“jealous?” he teased as he petted the puppy's head. As we had our molment I could have sworn I saw Sam shaking his head with anger. As he did Nat grabed him by the bicep pulling him to clean his cuts and wounds.

Steve eyed Sam as he went to the other side of the jet. Clint told me no casualties were harmed and they were getting rescue teams and agents to the area. I nodded thankful no one got hurt.

Bucky looked up at me and smiled as he set next to me petting the puppy. “what are you going to name him?” he asked as the puppy kicked his hand.

I rested my head on his shoulder and the puppy rested his head on Bucky's knee while his small body rested on my lap. “I don't know, what do you think?”

Bucky looked down at the small puppy as he licked his hand. “how about Elvis?”

I smiled at the thought of the name. Not to many people remember my favorite singer is Elvis presley. This wouldn't be a big deal to anyone else, but people think I just love the harder and faster stuff. But that was just one small detail Bucky never forgot.

“perfect” I said kissing his cheek.

“Tony your gonna let her keep the dog right?” Sam asked. Tony looked shocked at her question.

“of course, why wouldn't I?” he asked looking at me Bucky.

When we landed back at the compound I sat up a little to quickly making me slightly tumble. Bucky was behind me ready to catch me and Sam was quick to be at my side.

“let's get you too the med bay” Sam said. Bucky butted in still keeping me steady. “I got it”

“well you need to get check out too and you know your not allowed on another mission intill you get signed off by Dr. Cho” Sam said taking my arm. I looked between the two as they had their stand off. Elvis yawned getting just as tired of them as I was.

“super soldiers bounce back quickly, don't worry” Bucky said with a sarcastic smile.

“oh I'm not worried about you, just her”

“I think I cand help my girlfriend” Bucky growled.

I sighed and looked at the two nonchalantly “my leg could be bleeding out right now and you guys wouldn't realize it”

“sorry Doll” he glared at Sam as he picked me up bridel style. “let's get you check out”

“this place reeks with testosterone” Nat mumbled as she walked pasted the three of us.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“looks like your leg will heal up in a few months, I'll put a brace on it but I don't recommend any missions anytime soon” Dr. Cho said as she took care of my leg.

“thanks Cho” Bucky smiled as she handed him my pain meds. After She signed me out Bucky picked me up bridel style again. “let's get you to bed”

I rolled my eyes and patted my thigh so Elvis would follow us to our room.

“don't forget about the party tonight” Tony called out to us as we left. I waved him off. “yeah, yeah”

Once we got to our room he set me down on our bed. “so what now?” I said as our new dog hopped on the bed.

“your gonna rest” he said dumping my pain meds into his metal hand. “take theses” he said handding me them along with some water.

“I'm gonna help Steve with a few things and I'll be right back” he kissed my forehead and grabed his jacket. Before he left he closed the door as soon as he opened it. “and don't go anywhere” he tossed me the remote. “watch some X-Files or something”

“love you doll” he said before leaving. I said and waited for the door to click shut. The sound of his boots got quiter the farther he got away from our room. Once there was no sound of my boyfriend what's so ever I got up and left the room to my lab. “come on Elvis”

I stuck my head out and looked right and left in the hallway. There was no one out there except for Thor. I could easily get passed him dude to him having no knowledge of my experience on the mission.

“Hey Thor” I smiled and walked passed him with Elvis walking behind.

“hello Lady Y/n” he waved happily.

Since It was going to be a while before the party started I snuck into the lab to get some work done. I decided to occupy myself by replying Bucky's gun and Sam's wings.

“hay beautiful” Sam greeted coming to the lab with my favorite drink.

“Hey bub” I smiled as he walked up to me. “hand me that screwdriver, will ya” I said not looking up from his wings. “here”

“you going to the party tonight?” he asked leaning on my work table playing with my tools.

“thought about it” I said lifting his wing pack and clipping it the mannequin that had his suit on it.

“oh come on, it's no party without you” he smirked. I didn't look at him and pulled out my phone with a smile. “Samual punch your suit”

He stopped his usually flirting and looked at the suit with a questioning look. “What?”

“just do it” I said hitting record on my phone. He balled his fist then open his hand back up when he noticed my phone was up. “Wait, are you recording?”

“it's for science” I shrugged nonchalantly.

He put all his force in his punch and the suit flew across the lab. I rolled my eyes and hit pause in the recording. “idiot” I said hoping nothing was broken.

“you said hit it” he said holding his hand out.

“yeah, not through it across the lab” I said wheeling it back to us. I picked my phone up again holding to Sam as the suit started to glow red in some areas.

“what's that?” he asked running his fingers down the glowing lines in his suit. “nanotec... Hit it again”

He did and this time he few backwards like his suit did when he punched it. I started laughing and holding the phone to Sam on the ground. “delete that video”

“na, I don't really feel like It” I said slipping the phone into my back pocket. Sam raised an eyebrow and got up with a smile.

“delete it” he said.

I shrugged and took oof. He ran after me. “your gonna get it now” he ran after me and circled around the table. Eventually he cornered me and grabbed me from behind. He spung me around while trying to grab my phone. He failed after I tossed it on Bucky's vest that need stitches.

Our battle was cut short by Friday. “miss y/n, Mr. Barnes as 'ordered' you to come back to your corters... It sounded urgent ma'am”

Sam rolled his eyes and set me down. “oh I'm sure it is”

I sighed. “he's just worried about me”

Sam crossed his arms and looked down. “yeah I know”

“see ya at the party” I patted his shoulder and left the lab as Bucky walked in to fix a kink in his arm. His flesh arm balled into a fist as he watched Sam check me out as I left. Bucky didn't say anything just used his assassin skills to silently follow Sam out of the lab to our floor.

~~~~~~~~(3rd pov)~~~~~~~~

“looking for something?” Bucky asked Sam. Sam whipped around and stood there like a deer in a pair of headlights.

“thought Friday said you need her 'assistance'?” Sam snapped. Bucky crossed his arms. “I did... She didn't show up so I got worried”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “she's not something you can control” Bucky glared at him as he made a very false assumption.

“excuse me?” he walked up to sam, fists balled together.

“you heard me” Bucky pushed him back after the comment. “she almost got blown to smithereens today so yeah I got worried”

“Sure” Sam mumbled.

“what's your damn problem” Bucky said grabbing Sam's shoulder. Sam whipped back and threw Bucky's hand off of him.

“you know what my problem is?” Sam snapped. “my problem is I haven't stopped thinking about her since the day we met, that I'm fantastically, over the top, wanna slit my own throat in love with her, that for every minute of every hour of every day I can't believe my own damn bad luck she chose you!” Sam shouted.

Bucky's eyebrow knitted together as he shook his head. He didn't want to sound like the duch bag boyfriend that was territorial, but his worst fear is losing her. Hydra could come back after him and it would still hurt less.

Bucky didn't have to say anything he looked up and he saw her and her wide eyes. “Sam...” she said breathless.

Sam's eyes widened as he whipped around to see his best friends shocked face. “I... I didn't... I mean I did”

She sighed and looked at her boyfriend. “Buck... Give us a molment” Bucky nodded getting nervous.

Once Bucky left y/n jesters Sam to continue. Sam shrugged and slapped the side of his leg. “What do you want me to say?”

She frowned. “you can't come to me and just decided you love me... You don't get to do that”

“why not? It not fair to just keep it bottled up” Sam said defensively.

“I love Bucky! You know I love him, I've loved him for a long time”

“well I've loved you longer!” Sam shouted. He sighed and his voice got softer. “and I know you got feelings for me too... I can feel it”

He moved closer to her with hop in his eyes. He placed his hand on her cheek looked into her eyes. “Sam..” She warned and backed up.

“we've been through so much together” he whispered and got closer again. “please give me a chance” he leaned in and placed his lips on hers. She backed up as soon as the made contacted. His eyes went wide as she pushed him away from her.

Y/n sighed and looked down. “Sam... Your my friend and I want it to stay that way”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

It was almost time for the party so I went to change into something nice. I heard shouting the closer I got to mine and Bucky's floor. The anger and the ruckus made me quicken my pace.

“if you ever touch her again I swear to god!” Bucky said holding Sam by the callor of his shirt, slamming him into the wall.

I ran up to them and tried to break it up before it got ugly. “guys...”

“look man-” Sam started.

“keep your hands off her!” Bucky said.

“guys” I said fermly. Bucky ignored me and punched Sam in the jaw. I grabbed Bucky's metal arm and pulled him back. He pushed me away gently and lunged for him but didn't get the chance. Steve ran over separating the two men.

“knock it off both of you!” Steve said sternly. He help Sam up. “Sam, take a walk” Steve pointed the opposite direction of us. Sam looked down guilty and left.

“buck, what happened” Steve asked.

“none of your damn business” Bucky mumbled and left. I quickly ran after him to our room.

“Bucky talk to me” I said walking into our room. He sighed rubbing his forehead. “James, I'm so sorry” I said. His eyes softened as he looked back at me.

“no Doll... It's just Sam, I hate how touchy he is with you... And that kiss was the last straw” I raised an eyebrow. This was the first time he's ever voiced his opinion about our friendship. I knew the two never got along and that kiss distroyed any chance of them being friends, but this was different. The thought of Bucky thinking I would leave him for Sam hurt. I walked up to him looking him in the eyes.

“you know I love you right? Me and Sam are friends nothing more and that kiss ment nothing” I placed my hands on his stubbled cheeks holding his face.

His hand found mine and softly pulled them away. “I know It didn't, but that's not problem” this voice slightly rose. “he just doesn't want to be your friend” I looked down knowing his was right... That kiss opened my eyes of Sam's true feelings.

“I always hated the way he looked at you”He shook his head ripping his tie off his jacket off and throwing it in our closet. “he's just waiting for me to screw up so he can have a chance with you”He turned his back to me.

I sighed and quickly turned him back towrds me. “look at me” I whispered, he did.

“I will always choose you” I kissed his nose.

“I love everything about you and your the perfect man for me” I placed my lips on his kissing him with as much passion I could muster.

His flesh hand cupped my cheek deeping the kiss.“What did I do to deserve such an amazing woman like you?” he asked, picking me up then laying me on our bed. As soon as my back hit the mattress his lips trailed down my neck leaving soft kisses. I let out a soft moan and ran my fingers through his short hair.

He smiled against my neck. “I'm gonna make sure he knows your mine” he said biting my neck softly as we fell into the thrones of passion.

~later that night-

Later that night I changed into a black laced dress. It was short and framed my body perfectly. Me nor Bucky weren't up for partying anymore but Bucky changed into a nice all black suite and went with me anyway. He held his gorgeous smile for me and held my hand as we surfed the waves of people that crashed into the compound we called home.

As we walked around I held his hand tight afraid to lose him the swarm of people. We greeted some friends on the way, but usually we keep to our selves during things like this. Usually we set in a corner together making fun of Tony's up tight rich CEO 'friends'.

But Bucky had different plans tonight. As Eric Carmen's Hungry Eyes started to play Bucky pulled me to the dance floor. He twirled me around once and pulled me to his chest as I let out a soft laugh.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as we swayed to the music. His steal eyes looked down at me and smiled softly. “I'm sorry about earlier”

“me too” I sighed. He quickly shook his head. “you did nothing wrong Doll” he said. I felt lucky to have him and his trust. I felt so afraid he'd blame for that kiss like my last boyfriend would have probably done.

“he's been my friend for years... I never knew he like me” I said. I them smiled up at him. “I was pretty much smitten when I first saw you”

He chuckled. “even if I was this bran washed, scruffy Super soilder try to kill you and Natasha?”

I laughed into his shoulder. “oh yeah... You have me hooked from the start”

He spung me around again and playfully dipped me and pulled me back up. “trust me the feeling was mutual... The purest thing I'd seen in a long time”

His steel eyes never left mine as we swayed to the music. “I thank God everyday you didn't give up on me”

His lips found mine and kissed me softly. He groaned and pulled away when he heard someone walk up to us. We looked and saw Sam standing there awkwardly. “What do you want wilson?” Bucky asked as he slightly stood infront of me keeping space between me and Sam.

“I want to apologize to her” he said pointing towards me. Bucky looked over at me, asking for consent. I nodded walk up next to Bucky so there was nothing shielding me from Sam. I sighed and looked at Bucky.

“Bucky can you get us something to drink?” he nodded and kissed me on the cheek. He glared at Sam as he walked away.

Sam cleared his throat and held his hand out. “care to dance?”

We'd used to dance together all the time. It was always crazy and uncoordinated. Nothing like the loving dances I'd have with Bucky. I nodded, giving my Best friend another chance. I put my hands on his shoulder and his fell to my waist. The dance was awkward, or like a middle school dance you'd have when your forced to keep your distance from your date.

“I'm sorry about the kiss...” Sam said too afraid to look me in the eyes. “all I ever wanted to do is make you happy... But now all that matters to me is that you are happy even if it's with someone else”

I looked up at him and stoped dancing with him. The closeness that was once normal and comfortable was now weird and different. I couldn't just dance around with him while Bucky is somewhere else.

“your friendship means everything to me but...”

“I screwed it all up, didn't I?” he finished.

I sighed and looked at him sadly. “it's weird now... Knowing you thought about me like that, you know how many times I came to with boy problems or just problems in general? I can't do that now”

“what can I do? I can't lose you” Sam said sticking his hands in his pockets. I sighed and looked at him. “you need to earn my trust again, but right now we need space”

He nodded just as Bucky came up to us handing me a Coke. “take care of her Barnes... You guys are perfect for each other” he mumbled the last part before walking away with what ever pride he had left.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Finders Keepers - Chapter Two

AN: Welcome back to chapter two, where we find out more about our Reader and Bucky, their personal history and their history together. I hope you enjoy.

Beta’d by @mrs-illyrian-baby

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Chapter One

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Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Chapter word count: 3.8k

Chapter CW: Cyberpunk/Futuristic AU, Flashbacks, Minor Enby Characters, Hydra, Whump, Traumatic injuries (but not discussed in detail), Angst, Bucky being a dick, Sassy reader, Minor background PepperRhony 

Chapter Two - The past is future

July 9th, 2181

The man practically beamed as he looked at his partner, sitting up in the hospital bed, holding their newly born child. They were obviously very tired, but to him, they’d never looked so radiant than they did right now. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out his hand to stroke over the top of your small head, astounded by how fragile you looked. When he looked up again his gaze locked with that of his life-mate.

“I still can’t believe that you did that.” His voice was raw with emotion and he didn’t even try to stop the joyous tears that rolled down his cheeks. “You made this tiny thing and brought them into the world and…” He stopped briefly while he choked up. “And you were so brave. My sweet, wonderful, darling.” He leant over and kissed the person you would later refer to as ‘Momo’ on their forehead, before he went back to studying you, his perfect sunbeam of a child.

Elsewhere in the city a boy, probably no more than eight, ran through the back streets, skidding around a corner as he sought to escape the person chasing him. He’d been practising his pickpocketing skills, and apparently he hadn’t perfected it yet, given the shouts and heavy footsteps of the man behind him. What he did have though was climbing skills and a young, nimble body. 

With practised ease, Bucky leapt up onto the pile of abandoned crates, the polymer flexing under his feet and providing the amount of bounce he needed to reach the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder. He scrambled up, the metal rungs clanging under his feet, and the disgruntled voice fell away behind him. When he reached the roof he dragged in several lungfuls of air and then let out a loud whoop of joy. The credits that he’d swiped would buy some extra fruit and vegetables for his sisters, so they could grow up big and strong. He knew his mother would roll her eyes when he came home with it all, but she wouldn’t ask him either. He’d been told many times by her that in this life you never looked a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever a horse was.

March 17th, 2190

You were too excited and just couldn’t contain it. You knew you were supposed to stay sat down, but how could you when kneeling up on the seat meant you could look out of the window properly and feel like you were flying like a bird? Next to you, your Dad chuckled, entertained by your innocent antics. He’d been invited to a work conference and had been allowed to bring you and Momo with him. While he attended workshops and symposiums, Momo had promised that the two of you would go swimming and shopping, and see the sights. The prospect of that had been more than enough to excite your almost 9 year old self, but when you found out that your Dad’s company was getting you there in a personal transport vehicle, you’d almost taken off like one.

You were going to fly! You were going to see the clear, cloud-free sky and the bright sun. It felt like all of your birthdays had come at once.

Down on the ground, Bucky kicked at the dirt, a pout plastered across his face as he tried not to cry. He was sixteen, for frack’s sake, too old for tears. And who cared about a stupid birthday anyway? There were far more important things to think about, like Becca and Ruthie, and Ma.

The tears welled with vigour when he thought about the changes the years had wrought to her. It had been bad enough the day that Da left and never came home, sometime in the summer he turned ten, but to see his Ma get sicker and more frail over the last year had been almost more than he could bear. Added to that was the fact that her illness meant she was working less, and credits had already been stretched to the limit. There was only so much the odd bit of pick-pocketing could get him. 

Despite his resolve, a tear broke free and rolled down his cheek.

“Hey there!” A voice broke through Bucky’s solitude and he looked up to see another boy, a young man, maybe a few years older than him standing with a group of his friends. “You look like you’re down on your luck. Maybe me and the boys can help you out. The name’s Brock.”

Bucky sniffed and wiped his face with his sleeve. “I’m Bucky,” he replied as he stood, trying to make himself look taller. Older. “And the only way you can help me is if you know a way of making credit.” 

Brock smiled and his eyes glittered. “If it’s credits you’re after, then my boss, Mr Pierce, can definitely help you out with that.” He swaggered over and dropped his arm around Bucky’s shoulder, pulling him into a half-hug. “Welcome to Hydra, Bucky. We can help you get anything you want.”

January 1st, 2200

He knew there was pain, but he couldn’t quite feel it any more. The world around him was fuzzy and white. Bright lights. Buzzing. Beeping. People scurrying around him like ants. 

Why was he lying down? And what was that noise? It sounded like crying. 

Becca. 

Ruthie.

“His O2 sats are dropping.”

“He’s lost a lot of blood.” 

“I’m not getting a radial pulse in his left arm. We’re going to have to amputate.”

He heard the words, but they sounded as though they were coming from underwater and it was hard to understand.

A bright light shined in his eyes and he winced.

“Mr Barnes. Can you talk?”

A groan was the only response he was capable of.

“We’ve got a possible TBI here.”

“Prep for surgery.”

The last thing he remembered was going for a big score with Rumlow, Rollins and the other guys. They’d said a grav-train coming from upstate was gonna be ripe for the picking - full of all sorts of things they could either use or sell on for credits. 

They’d jumped down onto the roof, just as it was pulling out of the station and was still going slowly and climbed down the ladder on the back car to get inside. What they hadn’t anticipated though, was the guard. There had been a scuffle, led by Rumlow, as Bucky had brought up the rear. He’d flinched at the distinctive whine of a phase pistol being discharged and then gasped at the sight of the guard lying on the ground, unmoving and smoke rising from his chest. Rumlow had turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised in challenge and Bucky’s fight or flight response kicked in. Unfortunately it hadn’t been the former option. The problem was that the rear door was still open, and the vehicle had picked up speed. Before Bucky had even known what had happened he’d slipped and fallen from the train, reaching out with his arms to grab something. Anything.

He couldn’t  remember any more after that because it all went dark with the hiss of the hypodermic spray filling his body with sedation. Even if he had been awake he wouldn’t have been aware of what happened on the other side of the ER.

The external doors whooshed open, a grav gurney being moved along by two emergency staff while two other adults ran alongside, one clutching the small hand of the teen who lay upon it.

“Momo, I’m scared.”

Your Momo looked at you and flashed you a wan smile full of false bravado, rubbing their hand over your hair.

“I know, sweetheart, but the doctors are going to do everything they can to help you.”

Tears flooded down your face. You’d been so stupid and now you were going to pay the price.

“I can’t feel my foot.” 

You didn’t miss the way your father’s eyes darted down to the bloody cloth covering the lower half of your right leg. He had a death grip on your hand.

“It’ll be alright, honey. I know it will.”

You cried more when you reached another set of doors and the hospital workers told your parents they couldn’t go with you any further. You’d fucked up your life and now had to live with the consequences.

October 8th, 2205 - 6 months ago

You only needed one more item to complete this order, and it would be your biggest payday to date. You couldn’t keep the grin from your face at the thought. You even knew where there was a promising looking junk pile. With any luck you’d be able to find the item quickly, spruce it up and get your credits.

You quickened your pace, almost jogging down the sidewalk, weaving around other denizens going about their daily business. There were the usual hawkers - some selling legitimate items, some not -, the food vendors and the sex workers. You raised your hand in greeting as you passed Kiki, standing on their corner. The young sex worker was popular and always seemed to act in a safe manner, but it didn’t stop you from worrying about them, or keeping an eye on them when you could. The irony that you’d taken on a ‘mom’ role with them, when you were only a few years older, was not lost on you.

You turned the corner and spied the junk heap up ahead, behind an eight foot fence. As you got closer you frowned at the low buzzing sound of the forcefield that separated you from your goal. It would slow you down, but luckily it wouldn’t stop you. You had a vast array of skills you’d perfected since you’d started this line of work. It might not make your parents proud, but it kept you in credits and off the streets.

Kneeling down by the side of the forcefield, you pulled a small device from your pocket - your field disruptor. Not a new concept by any means, but this one was of your own design, and could create a brief, stable hole in most forcefields you’d come across. You grinned as you switched it on, turning the dial to find the frequency required to disrupt the field and make an aperture you could fit through. It began to work and your grin grew broader as you watched the gap grow until it was big enough and you ducked through it, switching your disruptor off and pocketing it. Now it was time to get on with the actual job.

The pile of discarded tech you now faced was the biggest you’d seen since you’d started Finding and your enthusiasm grew as you thought about all the credits you could amass by reconditioning different items. And whilst you were really only there for one thing, you couldn’t help but pick up some of the smaller, interesting things you saw and stuff them into your backpack. In fact you were so intent on searching through all the bits of discarded metal, plastic and wire, crouched down on the floor, that you didn’t notice the arrival of another person until a shadow fell across you.

“Who the hell are you?”

At the gruff exclamation, you spun around and rose to full height. Ice blue eyes peered at you from behind a black domino mask. The man - you were sure it was a ‘him’ - was tall and broad, dressed head to toe in black, with a prosthetic left arm on show - an arm that was whirring as he clenched his fist. It took a moment but - 

“Shit. You’re Bucky Barnes. You scared me.”

Internally you were in awe. You’d heard so much about him, how he was one of the best Finders in the city. He was known to be fair in his pricing, even offering instalment schemes for clients who’d proved themselves a good bet. If you could team up with him, initiate some kind of partnership, it would be invaluable for your reputation. You knew you had the skills, you just needed some more word of mouth recommendations.

“I know who I am, doll”, he drawled, condescendingly. “Doesn’t answer the question of who you are or why you’ve broken into my territory.” He took a menacing step forward and you backed up until you were stopped by the pile of junk behind you. Bucky reached out his left hand and braced it on the heap, half blocking you in, his right hand on his hip, very close to the holstered Stunner hanging there. The whirr of his arm was even louder now, and your excitement at having met such a well-known person in your industry gave way to rising anxiety.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise this was your turf. I’m just here looking for something. I’m a Finder like you. And I was thinking, maybe, that we could…”

“I don’t care what you think,” came the snapped interruption. “I don’t allow trespassers and I don’t work with anyone else. All of this is mine, so you can empty out that backpack of yours and then you can fuck off.” Bucky tightened his hand around the lump of metal sticking out by your head and you heard it squeal as he crushed it in his mechanical grip, the unsaid threat transmitted to you loud and clear.

With a scowl on your face you shoved him back with both your hands - and he let you -  giving yourself enough space to upend your bag and unceremoniously dump its contents at his booted feet. He smirked at you as you did so, and you felt your annoyance grow.

“Go fuck yourself, Barnes,” you ground out. However, he just grinned at you, holding his arms wide as he took a few swaggering steps backwards.

“I do, doll. Every night. And you know what? I’m pretty great. Now get out of here. I won’t be as ‘nice’ if I find you here again.” With that he turned and walked away, ignoring the items you’d discarded. It was as though his ire was more about your intrusion than your theft, and despite your anger and frustration at him, you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened in his past to make him like that.

Of course that wasn’t your last run in with him. You’d had to do some recon in order to discover just how much of that area of the city Barnes saw as his own personal Finding zone, which inevitably meant treading on his toes. Whenever you’d realised you were getting close to the border you’d slow down and make yourself obvious so that he couldn’t accuse you of trying to purposely trespass. You’d known that you’d found the boundary when you had the overriding feeling of being watched and you’d learned pretty quickly that Barnes preferred high vantage points, not unlike a sniper of old. With that knowledge, you’d look up and scan the building tops and when you’d finally identified his perch you’d nod your head and give him a little mocking salute before turning on your heel and going back the way you’d come.

The thing, though, about establishing boundaries, is that you can learn the best way to push them. All your research meant that you’d worked out which were the areas furthest away from where he normally situated himself - the ones it took him the longest time to get to - which meant that sometimes, if you weren’t slow and weren’t obvious, you could sneak into the edges of those areas and get away with picking up the odd Find here and there. The only thing was that sometimes you weren’t sure you were actually getting away with it. Every so often you had the unmistakable feeling that Bucky knew what you were doing and was just letting you. But if that was the case, why? What was his long game? Which is why you’d taken the risk you had yesterday and been caught for your troubles, leading you to where you were now - annoyed at having your breakfast interrupted.

You scowled at Barnes across your table, your good mood evaporated. For once, he didn’t have his domino mask on, and you were caught between trying to maintain your anger at his intrusion and noticing how absolutely stunning he was. You snorted. Of course he would be annoyingly handsome. He emanated charisma as he leant against the booth back, his arms resting on the top of it on either side of him, appearing totally nonchalant.

“You stalking me, Barnes?” you grumbled.

His response was to firstly raise a brow mockingly, and then answer “Would I do a thing like that? That would be as bad as sneaking into someone's territory and stealing from them.”

You rolled your eyes, absolutely fed up with his game playing. “Alright, you caught me. Happy now?”

His gaze locked with yours and you fought the urge to shrink into your seat. “No.”

A heartbeat’s silence passed before you blurted out “What are you going to do about it then? Spank me?” and then instantly regretted it. The flash of emotion that passed over his face heated you from the inside out and you squirmed. What on earth had possessed you to say that? Because now the only image in your head involved being laid over his broad thighs, head now, ass up, and…

“As tempting as that offer is, doll, no. I’m not gonna spank you. As you fulfilled your Find request with something taken from me, I think it only fair that we split the profits. As you did the leg work, and the repair work, I’m prepared to be generous. I suggest a seventy/thirty split.”

At that moment Tony appeared, his usual effervescent self, to take both your orders and after requesting your usual you had a few moments to mull over Barnes’ offer whilst he asked about the daily specials.

It would probably be worth accepting his offer, just to keep him on side, even if it meant parting with thirty percent of your credits. And maybe, if you kept him sweet, it could lead to more team ups and finally that partnership you were angling for.

Tony smiled at Bucky before turning back to you. “It’s nice to see you here with someone, Turbo.” You rolled your eyes at the daft nickname he’d given you when you’d first met him as a rambunctious and speedy four year old. He then dropped his voice to a stage-whisper, a complete non-effort at subtlety and said “He’s handsome. Seems like a keeper to me,” before walking off quickly without giving you the chance to set him straight. 

A dull thud sounded from where your head connected with the table top and you bit out “Don’t even start”, at Bucky before he could snigger. But  you needed to be professional and ready to negotiate with the man who insisted on being a thorn in your side, so you sat back up and straightened your spine.

“Okay,” you started, desperately trying not to sound nervous, “so you want thirty percent of my earnings for this Find to recompense you for the fact that the item may have been acquired from your side of the border?”

You were interrupted once more by the amused snort that came from Barnes’ lips. “Oh, dollface”, he drawled. “You misunderstand me. I want seventy percent. You get to keep the thirty.” For a moment all you could do was gape at him in shock, mouth open as you processed what he’d said. Then you got angry.

“What the actual fuck, Barnes. Really?”

He nodded slowly. “Really. And I think I’m being more than generous.”

“You really are a grade-A asshole, you know that?”

He shrugged. “So I’ve been told. But I’m not budging. I could have fulfilled that Find myself and gotten a hundred percent of the fee, so, sweetheart…” He took his arms off the back of the booth bench and leant forward, as far into your space as he could get with a table in the way. “Take thirty or take nothing. I can assure you, I’m more than happy with the latter option if you wanna go with that. But you fight me on this, I will make sure that not only will you not get into my territory ever again, no-one will want to hire you as their Finder after I spread the word about how you try to steal from others in the business.”

There it was. The ultimatum he knew would get you to capitulate, because you couldn't call his bluff and risk losing your semi-stable stream of income. If you’d been angry before, you were now incandescent with rage.

You pushed out of the booth, staring down at Bucky as your nostrils flared, almost bumping into Tony as he appeared with your food and looked on at the confrontational scene in confusion.

“Sorry, Tony. My appetite appears to have deserted me.” You didn’t take your eyes off Bucky for one second. He was such a smug bastard. 

You reached into your pocket and retrieved the handful of credit slips you’d obtained only an hour ago and flung them towards Barnes, hoping that most would fall on the floor so he’d have to scrabble to retrieve them.

“My friend here will pay for both our meals. I’m afraid I don’t have as many credits as I thought I did. Give my love to Pepper and James.” Turning on your heel, you stalked out, trying to ignore the stares and muttering from other patrons, embarrassment heating your cheeks. Your boots thudded heavily on the pavement outside and you wrapped your arms around your body. What the fuck were you going to do now? You’d needed those credits. Yes, you had a new job lined up, but it might take you a few days before you could fulfil it.

Fuck!

Fuck Bucky Barnes and his stupid personal rules and his stupid handsome face.

You turned down the alley that would lead you home the quickest. You needed to get back and work out where you could search for your next Find and whether any of the items you had in your meagre store were currently being sought out by anyone on the message boards. You disliked searching for jobs, preferring them to come to you, but sometimes it was required, and now was one of those times.

The hustle and bustle of the main street was quieter here, and the lights of the stores, as well as the general daylight, duller. You had nothing to fear though. You knew these streets and most of the folk here knew you. However, you suddenly got the uneasy feeling that you were being followed, so you sped up your walk, hoping to lose whoever was tailing you. It was probably Barnes, the bastard.

A strange sound came from behind you, a whooshing, and then a metal pipe collided with, luckily, your right leg, letting out a clang. You still went down though, rolling in the dirt and stopping on your back. You looked up, not into a smug face with ice blue eyes, but a rough and scarred one with hazel eyes. What the fuck was going on now?

Chapter 3

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Instinct || Bucky Barnes

FATWS!Bucky x blind!fem!reader

Summary: After trying to stop a mugging before Bucky intervenes as reward is offered and so he tracks you down. Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, mentions of animal abuse, discussion about disabilities, fluff WC: 2.3k

The subway seemed busier than usual for such a late hour, but then again this was the city that never sleeps. Thankfully, despite the amount of people on the platform there were still seats available on the train. You took a seat and folded up your cane, tucking it next to you before a New Yorker tripped over it since they never seemed to pay attention where they were walking.

A few shouts sounded down the end of your carriage and you tilted your head towards the sound, listening to the escalating argument, an attempted mugging. Footsteps ran towards you along with an echo of a cry to ‘stop that man’, and the panic of the voice had you rising to your feet. This city had taught you a great deal of lessons between its various alien attacks, terrorist attacks and a Snap, you had learned to protect yourself. You couldn’t wait on a hero to save the day.

You snapped your cane out, the elastic whipping it into shape as you spun and brought it down on the mugger's head. You had broken too many canes to count that you had commissioned a custom light weight alloy one to last a lifetime. Now it came in handy as the man cried out in pain and you ran the cane down his arm, hooping the ball into the strap off the bag he had stolen and snatching it from his grasp.

The click of a gun being cocked froze you. The sound was quieter than the raucous of the train and left you unable to pinpoint the exact direction the sound came from before you felt someone tear you away. You stumbled and fell but the person kept their hold on your tight as gunshots fired, the burst of sound leaving your ears ringing at how close they were and the pings of the bullets ricocheting off metal.

The arms disappeared for a second before you heard the crunch of metal being crushed, a man groaning and then the heavy thump of a body hitting the ground. A round of applause sounded out as the person who had pulled you away from the gun placed his hands on your arms, patting them down as they looked for any injuries. 

“Are you alright?” His voice was warm and laced with concern, the baritone range vibrating your recovering eardrums as he leant in close to talk over the noise of the crowd. He froze under your touch as you gently traced his features, a straight nose, dimpled chin and frown lines etched in deep. “What are you doing?” 

“Trying to picture your face.” 

His head swivelled away and a quiet oh of understanding fell from his lips as he picked up the cane you had dropped in the mele. The owner of the bag was making her way closer and you recognised her voice from the fight so you tapped the man on the shoulder and pointed in her direction.

“Can you make sure the bag gets back to her? This is my stop.” 

You pulled the cane away from the bag and slipped away before he could answer, the doors closing moments after you stepped onto the platform. 

“Hey, wait!”

“Girl, your face is all over the news.” 

You hadn’t even taken your jacket off when your coworker, and friend, Ana cried excitedly and took your bag, unpacking your lunch before hanging it up next to hers. 

“They want to interview you, there’s even talks of a reward,” she continued as she sat back down at her desk. “That Sergeant Barnes is a dream.”

“The Avenger?” You asked as your interest was finally piqued. “What’s he got to do with it?”

“Duh, he was there. Girl, the man had his arms around you, how could you not know?” You quirked an eyebrow at her question and she scoffed. “Don’t give me that look, I meant he has a metal fucking arm.”

“He was wearing a jacket, I couldn’t tell. How did you know he had his arms around me?”

“Oh, they released the security footage from the train. Damn lucky he was there too, what the hell were you thinking?” You were well versed with the lecture that was coming your way, along with the light slap to your arm followed by, “Are you even listening to me? Seriously, you could have been killed if Bucky hadn’t stopped the bullets with his metal hand. He saved your life.”

“How about, if I ever see him I’ll say thank you.” You murmured as you rolled your eyes and began making your way to the door where the crescendo of barking was coming from.

“Ha ha.” Ana drawled sarcastically before the bell rang above the front door and a real laugh bubbled up. “Speak of the devil.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” You sighed, turning back to the reception as the scent of his cologne blew through, the same one you had inhaled the night before on the train.

“‘Fraid not.” He chuckled. “You took off so fast I didn’t get a chance to talk to you.”

“So you stalked me instead?” You challenged as a strangled groan came from Ana beside you.

“Forgive her, she’s always cranky if she doesn’t get her morning coffee and cuddles.” Ana poorly explained. “Do you want a coffee too? Pot’s almost done.”

“Uh, sure.” He said as you heard his leather jacket creak and he scratched the back of his neck nervously.  

“If you want to talk you’ll have to come out the back.” 

You left the choice up to him as you opened the door and stepped into the chaos that gave you purpose. There were currently 12 dogs in your care, dogs that no shelter would take and were set to be put down because they were put in the ‘too hard basket’ ie: they couldn’t justify the cost. Most were missing a limb, one had been rescued from a fire and two had been forced into fighting rings but all of them were sweet and protective.

“Just because we have a visitor doesn’t mean our manners go out the door.” You tutted as they all swarmed around your legs. “Line up.”

The mass of bodies disappeared and they settled into the line, falling silent while you felt the bags hanging on the wall for the one you were after. You took a seat on the doorstep, feeling Bucky sit beside you and you reached into the bag to grab the first collar, feeling the braille for the name.

“C’mere Charlie.” 

The big, stocky bulldog boldered over and fell onto your lap, his belly facing up for a scratch that you happily gave him. You could feel his tongue hanging out of his mouth and warming your leg, a smile growing on your face at how happy and content he was compared to when he arrived. You gently felt around the stump where his back leg used to be, checking his reaction for signs of pain but he was relaxed and soaking up the attention he was receiving. 

“What happened to him?” Bucky asked as he reached out and scratched the dog behind the ear.

“He was subjected to violence by vile human beings - he was thrown into the harbour after he lost a dog fight. Managed to swim his way back to shore thankfully.” You uttered quietly as if Charlie could understand you. “The vet was going to put him down because he was a damaged stray but the receptionist called us and Ana got there in time. They amputated his leg and told us that it was a waste of time, that he wouldn’t make it, but we brought him back here anyway. Isn’t that right, Charlie? We proved them all wrong.”

“Is that why you tried to stop that mugging last night? To prove you can?” He asked and you pursed your lips together as you turned to face him. “Sorry, I'm just trying to understand why you would put yourself in that position given you’re…”

“Blind? Disabled?” You offered as he tapered off to an awkward silence. “When you aren’t wearing your prosthesis does it stop you from trying to pick anything up?”

“No, but I have another arm.” He answered hesitantly.

“And I have other senses.” You explained as you grabbed a ball from the bag and threw it along the large enclosed space, the dogs running after it. “Most of them are missing a leg but they still run. Tango, c’mere girl.”

The smallest of the pack, a fox terrier, sprinted back and her small paws caught your top as she excitedly jumped on your lap having brought the ball back. 

“I know what point you’re making but she won.” He said, scratching her back and letting her jump onto his lap with her four little legs. 

“She always wins.” You smirked. “Do you think she would be brave enough to chase the ball if she could see who she was up against?”

A comfortable silence grew as Bucky sat petting Tango, the girl who lost her eyesight when she was beaten by a group of teenagers as a pup, and you finished roll call with the collars, getting them ready for their morning walk. 

“Did you want to join us? If you don’t have any villains pencilled in your diary.” You asked after the bag was emptied and the dogs all sat quietly in their line, the swish of their tails giving away their excitement. “They get a bit angsty if they stay inside too long.”

“My diary is clear of villains today and rescuing princesses too before you ask.”

“Damn, that was my next question.” You laughed, standing up and grabbing the special leashes that had been made for walking so many dogs at once. “Here, you take Victor, Oscar, India, Romeo, Sierra and Charlie. They could do with being around dominant men a bit more, they need to see they can be trusted.”

“Dominant men.” Bucky chuckled. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

Before you could retort a witty response Ana called out from the reception, a reminder that your coffee was waiting. You finished clipping each dog into the leash and felt up the rope to check for any frays or tears until you reached Bucky’s hand of cool metal.

“May I?”

“Sure.” He said with the creak of his jacket suggesting a casual shrug along with it. “At least you asked this time.”

The light tone brought a smile to your face and you gently traced the thin plates, feeling them move as languidly as real muscle. “I can’t hear them move.”

“It’s vibranium.” He said as if it explained everything. “Wakandan tech.”

“They must like you a lot to let you use it.” You commented as you followed the curve of the plates up his sleeve. “I didn’t think they took too kindly to outsiders.”

“I’m not in their favour at the moment, that's for sure.” He mumbled before clearing his throat. “Where do you normally walk these guys?”

“Down the road to the dog park. It helps get them used to being around unfamiliar dogs and new scents.” You explained, opening the door and leading the way to grab one of the takeaway coffee cups. “It’s one thing for them to be sociable amongst themselves because they live together and have shared trauma but it’s a whole new dynamic out in the real world.”

“I can understand that.” Bucky whispered to his coffee lip. 

“I thought you might.” You said with a little nudge of your elbow. “It’s our survival instinct, but it’s often mistaken for being jaded.”

“Maybe it’s both.”

“You should think about that reward.” Bucky said as he walked beside you, fighting to keep his dogs from crossing over to yours as you headed back to the shelter. 

“I think the city is better off keeping its reward and actually putting money into making public transport safer.”

“I completely agree, but the reward was offered by the woman who was attacked.” He corrected you before he pulled you to a stop. “Saving all these animals can’t come cheap, even just doing an interview will help your cause. You’re doing a good thing here and I know there would be plenty of support if more people knew about it.” 

“I don’t need charity, Bucky.” You said after whistling for the dogs to stop pulling at the leash. “I’m doing just fine on my own.”

A low growl, that did not come from a dog, had your eyebrow lifting before his phone rang and he sighed. “I have to go. Will you be alright getting back from here? Was that a stupid question?”

“Kind of, but I’ll let you off the hook this time.” You nodded.

“Would it be okay if I maybe stopped by again tomorrow?” 

You were acutely aware that his hand was still on your arm and the heat seemed to radiate far beyond just where he touched. 

“I’d like that.” You smiled, reluctantly taking the leash from his other hand. 

“I’ll bring the coffee though, don’t tell Ana but this tasted like dirt.” 

“Your secret is safe with me.” You promised with a laugh as his phone rang again. “Now go.”

“It’s a date.” He said before inhaling sharply and clearing his throat. “I mean, if, um, if you want it to be.”

“Not really.” You admitted, placing your hand on his arm and trailing it down to find his hand. “I’d rather go on a proper date.”

“Yeah?” He said brightly, his fingers squeezing yours gently. “Do you like jazz? There’s a bar that plays like music on Saturday nights.”

“Sounds perfect.” You followed the sound of his breath and placed a soft kiss on the short beard you had felt the night before. “See you tomorrow.” 

[lizardgutzz]

RULES/FANDOMS

Requests open!

Master list- Doesn't exist yet LOL

Content you will see!

You will see incorrect quotes!

character x Male reader

character x female reader

character x Non-binary reader

Chracter x Character

Head cannons

Rules in general!

No cis-female or girls read male readers. If you are gender fluid, trans, or anything like that you are free to read the male readers. I don’t care but cis girls please don’t read this. You have a lot of books, one shot’s for you and this page is not for you!

No racism, transphobia, homophobia, or anything between that I would block you without a second thought.

No ship hate you will be blocked

Rules for requesting!

DON'TS

Pedophilia

Incest

Non-con or Rape

gangbang

Mosterfucking

age play

lactation

voyuerism

smut for young characters (Please don’t request smut if there younger then let’s so 16 and no I will not age a minor up for your own need’s that’s disgusting if they have a time skip and are older then 16 or around that then I will write smut for them!)

Fetish

Do’s

Any kink unless there in the don’t list

threesome (Ex: character x character x character or reader x character x chracter)

Dom/sub bottom/top reader

Scenarios

headcannons

SFW/NSFW alphabet

Little/agre

Sibling’s

Crossovers

Poly! I love doing poly relationships

Parent!Character x reader

Yandere

Disabled reader, mental or physical

Who - What I write for

Marvel/x-men

Please specify if reader has powers or not, is so, what powers? ^^

Peter maximoff . Kurt wagner . Scott summer . Logan howlett . Tony stark . Wade wilson . Bucky barnes . Steve rogers . Loki . Thor . Steven strange . Venom/Eddie

Demon slayer

Tanjiro . Muzan . Zenitsu . Inosuke

I am only 1 season in so expect more to be added

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu . Kaede(only as sibling) . Barnaby . Ryan . Ivan . Keith . Nathan . Antonio . Yuri

Slashers

Does JD from heathers go in this list? Lol . Brahms heelshire . Billy loomis . Stu macher . Michael myer . Freddy Kruger . Chucky . Tiffany Valentine . More will certainly be added!!

Creepypasta

Ticci toby . Masky/Tim . Brian/Masky . Jeff the killer . Eyeless jack . BEN . Slenderman . Nina the killer(I like her fuck off) . I'm probably missing some but whatever

Moving on from killers LOLLL

Yuurivoice

Seth . Alphonse . Finn . Charlie . Jack

Monster high G1

Please specify what monster you would like reader to be! or if reader is a human ^_^

Cleo . Duece . Abbey . Lagoona . Clawdeen . Frankie . Ghoulia . Toralei . Valentine

And that's it! Thank you for reading:)

[celestialnxva]

the marvel masterlist.

context:

The Reader is an oc but…with your name lol. As a hero, they are a spiritual witch that uses water magick, spellcasting, and herbs to protect others around them. This magick is taught traditionally, and they are very talented with their magick. Born in a plane above another dimensional earth known as Hiyas sa Tubig. However, they have no memories of ever living there. After the plane was devastated with destruction in fire and flame, their Goddess Mayari merged with the last of her followers’ spirit and sent the reader to a safe dimension where they can restart their life safely. But between Mayari truly supplying their magick, the unnatural merging into a mortal’s body, and the magick to conceal all wounds in order to keep them alive, it will only be a matter of time where they—along with their family and friends—realize the truth of who they really are. 

This reader is the same for both Marvel and DC fanfictions. The reader is also a person of color, specifically Filipino (Mayari is an important figure to indigenous witches like me), but there is no reason to not be able to enjoy the plots for what they are. :) It’s just that representation matters, even in smaller writing genres like ‘x reader’ fanfictions. Please, however, be respectful to my culture. That would really mean a lot to me. Lastly, the reader is disabled and uses a wheelchair due to the reality of their condition. They do, however, float upright if they are using the full extent of their magick when fighting crime.

series: 

Bridgerton x Marvel: The Race Against Time

chapters:

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9 | ch. 10

Summary: During the process of returning the stones back to their original timelines, Steve Rogers encounters a mysterious masked man who has somehow acquired a quantum suit. After their fight, the stranger sent all infinity stones scattered back in time and scattered throughout Grosvenor Square, 1814. When they ask for help from you, the only witch who’s gift is travel through time, to travel back in time and retrieve the stones, what dangers await on this new adventure?

Timeline: Post-Endgame 2023, Grosvenor Square, 1814.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader.

individual oneshots and series:

Dr. Strange.

Captain America.

Moon Knight.

Iron-man.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

Thor.

Loki.

Sam Wilson.

Black Panther.

main masterlist.

[felicitysmoaksx]

JJ’s Fic and Moodboard Masterlist Updated 2/28/24

Moodboards

Best Friends Brother AU || One Chicago || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sarah Reese: Police Officer || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Single Dad!Severide || One Chicago || Kelly Severide Centric

Halstead Brothers Adopt Reese || One Chicago || Gen

Merlyn Twins au || One Chicago & Arrow || Tommy Merlyn & Connor Rhodes

One Chicago x Jatp Fusion || One | Two | Three || One Chicago & Julie and The Phantoms || Mult-ship

The Andi AU || One | Two || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric & Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

The Resident x One Chicago Crossover || One | Two || The Resident & One Chicago || Gen: Conrad Hawkins & Sarah Reese

Ballet au || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Voight Family Values || One Chicago || Gen and Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sarah Reese as a Former Black Widow || One Chicago & Marvel Studios || Gen: Sarah Reese & Bucky Barnes

The Sisters Halstead || One Chicago || Gen: Makayla Ward & OC

MCU Spiderman Meets The Amazing Spiderman || Marvel Studios || Gen

Mockingbird || One Chicago & DC TV || Gen: Sarah Reese & Dick Grayson & Mult-Ship

Severide & Reese Step-Siblings au || One Chicago || Gen: Sarah Reese & Kelly Severide

Burgstead Pregnancy AU || One Chicago || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Superstar Juke AU || Julie and The Phantoms || Julie Molina x Luke Patterson

NHL Star! Connor Rhodes || One Chicago || Connor Rhodes Centric

WHAT IF NESTA COULDN’T PHYSICALLY SPEAK IN ACOTAR? || ACOTAR || Nesta Archeron x Cassian

What if Paulo took Daisy with him when he left Clump? || Irreverent || Gen: Paulo Keegan & Daisy

FICS

Marvel Comics

The One Where Tony Survives (Alt Endgame Universe) || WIP (Series)

A Handful of Moments I Wished I Could Change (And a Tongue like a Nightmare that Cut like a Blade) || Complete || One Shot

Two Worlds (One Family) || Complete || One Shot

The Darcy Lewis Chonicles (Series)

Just Tony || Darcy Lewis and Tony Stark || One Shot

Julie and The Phantoms

Found a Time and Space || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Juke & Williex

In These Small Hours (Series) || Complete

Hollywood Tragedy Aftermath || Complete || Bobby | Trevor Wilson Centric

Do You Hear That Love? || Complete ||  One Shot  || Willie x Alex

Melancholy Kaleidoscope || Complete || One Shot  || Julie x Luke

Little Wonders (These Twists and Turns of Fate) || Complete || One Shot || Julie x Luke and Willie x Alex

One Chicago 

You Held Me Up on Your Shoulders Way Up High || Chicago Med and Chicago Fire || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese and Kelly Severide 

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || Chicago PD || WIP (Series)

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || WIP ||  Multi-Chapter || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess 

Blood Thicker Than Water || One Shot || Complete || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Married But As Friends (Series) Chicago Med || Complete

Delicate || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You Could Still See the Best in Me || Chicago Med ||  Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Cause I Clutched Your Arms like Stairway Railings || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Freeze Time, Baby Rewind  || Chicago Med ||  Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Friends Don't Look at Friends That Way || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Come Back Be Here (Series) || Complete

Never Stop || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Guilty by Association || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

If I Drift in the Wrong Direction (You Turn the Tide) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You & Me || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Reader Imagines (Series)

Apartment Fire || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Jay Halstead &  Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling

Doctor Visit  || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Halstead brothers Will & Jay Halstead &  Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling, and Manstead if you squint

One Chicago Soulmate AU || WIP (Series)

Your Words (Burned into My Skin) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

In Your Eyes (and it all makes sense) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sweet Nothing (All You Wanted From Me Was) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Long Story Short  || WIP (Series)

Rare as a Glimmer of a Comet  || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Voight Family Values || WIP (Series)

Yeah, I Just Wanna Take You Home || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Hold On, I Still Want You  || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Interlude: What If || Chicago Med || Complete || Drabble || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming (You Were Breaking Down) || Chicago Med || WIP || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

DC TV

What Happened in Russia, Didn’t Stay in Russia || Arrow || Oliver x Felicity (An AU season 2 rewrite) || WIP (Series)

You’ll Always Be My Girl (or Felicity’s first scar and Oliver’s lecture) || Complete || One Shot

Slade’s Promise (Or Oliver’s Overprotective But with Good Reason) || Compete || One Shot

DC TV/Chicago Med Crossover

Mockingbird & Co.

The Same Little Breaks In Your Soul || Chicago Med || Arrow || Titans ||  WIP || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

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