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Chapter 2: Settling In

Pairings: (overall) Stucky (Eventual) BuckyxOC/StevexOC/StuckyxOC (This chapter) Stucky

Warnings: non-canon ideas, non-canon timeline, torture referenced, fighting, handjob (M/M)

Kat smiles as she stands in her room. She had finally finished putting her new items away and hanging the decor she had bought, changing the sheets to her new ones as well. She glances at her phone to see that it is 10:0pm. She grabs her new toiletries, new towel, and the new pajama set she bought and heads to the bathroom. She steps into the small bathroom and looks around. One side of the sink holds what are Buky’s items, shaving cream, toothbrush, toothpaste, and other miscellaneous items. She places her toothbrush and toothpaste on the other side as well as her moisturizer and face wash. She opens the shower curtain and takes note that the bottom tub of the shower is fairly large, the idea crosses her mind that she might be able to take a relaxing bath at one point. The shower also houses Bucky’s shampoo and body wash in one corner. Kat places her shower gel, shampoo, and conditioner in the shower before turning it on. She undresses and steps under the spray with a small sigh. She quickly washed her hair and body before stepping out and drying off with the giant fluffy towel she had bought. She changes into her new tank top and shorts pajama set, using the towel to dry her hair before throwing it in a bun. She applies her moisturizer and drops her laundry in her room before heading to the kitchen, feeling hungry.

She walks into the kitchen, noting that Steve and Bucky are sitting close together on the couch as a movie plays on the TV. There is no sign of Sam, so Kat assumes he went to his room at some point. Kat looks through the cabinets and fridge for the items she recently bought and settles on making herself a sandwich. Her back is turned to the two men, and she doesn’t notice that their eyes have landed on her. Bucky’s eyes are immediately drawn to the large tattoo on the back of? Kat’s neck, roses intertwined with what appears to be nightshade flowers. At first glance to normal eyes, the tattoo wouldn’t be significant, but thanks to his super soldier sight he can see the scaring underneath, the reason she more than likely got the tattoo. As his eyes move over her back, he takes in the skin that he couldn’t see earlier when she was wearing a sweater. Small scars line her skin, peaking out from under the tank top, evidence of torture she more than likely went through due to HYDRA. Steve notices Bucky’s eyes trained on Kat, and he makes the same observations as he tells their new teammate and roommate. Kat finishes making her food and lines up before turning around and glancing at the two men and then at the door leading back to her room.

”You can sit in here with us if you’d like.” Steve calls out cautiously, wanting to invite her to spend time with them, but not wanting to push her if she needs her space. Kat looks at him for a moment before giving a small nod. She heads into the living area and sits on the plush chair beside the couch. She looks at the TV and raises an eyebrow at what appears to be some kind of old war movie. A small smile plays on her lips as she glances at the two super soldiers. She finds it comical that they would be watching an old movie, similar to what someone’s grandfather would enjoy. Bucky glances at her noticing her smirk and he raises an eyebrow. “Something to say about our choice of movie?” He says with a smile. Sam walks out of the hall that leads to his and Steve’s room and plops down on the couch with Steve and Bucky. “She’s probably wondering why you don't watch something from this century.” Same chides as Kat lets out a small laugh. “Hey! It’s a good movie.” Steve calls out with fake hurt as Sam laughs. Kat smirks as she looks down at her sandwich. “Just saying, it’s probably something my grandfather would watch.” She says. Steve and Bucky are silent as they look at her before Sam begins laughing loudly. “Damn, first day, and she’s already got jokes.” He says through his laughs as Bucky and Steve begin to chuckle as well. “Well played Doll,” Bucky calls out with a smile, and Kat glances up at him with her smile, one that almost reaches her eyes, a small blush adorning her cheeks as she eats her food, enjoying the sounds of the three men bickering as the movie plays.

When the movie ends Sam excuses himself as he heads off to bed, with Steve following soon after. An hour or two later Kat is scrolling through her phone before glancing up to notice she and Bucky are the only two awake. Bucky is also scrolling through his phone but glances up when he feels her eyes on him. Buckly glances at the time, realizing it’s closing in at 2:00 AM. “I’m surprised you’re not tired, it’s been a long day for you I’m sure,” Bucky says quietly and Kat just shrugs. “I don't sleep much nowadays.” She said quietly as Bucky nodded, understanding the hidden meaning behind her words. He locks his phone and sits it on his leg as he looks at her. “Nightmares?” He says quietly as Kat gives a small nod. “Yeah, they happen pretty frequently.” She says quietly and Bucky nods as he sits up, moving to angle his body towards her to give her his attention. “I’m sure they’ve told you, but there are psychiatrists here that are helpful. I have one I see once a week and she helps me a lot, but if that’s too invasive, you can always talk with me. I can understand a little more than most.” He says, and Kat nods as she looks at him. “I think, eventually I’ll be ready to talk about it.” She says quietly as Bucky nods. He stands up as he heads to the kitchen. He fills a tea kettle with water, setting it on the stove as he grabs two mugs. Once the water is ready he makes two cups of tea before walking over and handing one to Kat. “This helps me.” He says with a small smile as her small hands take the mug from him. She brings the tea to her lips and takes a sip, surprised at how good it is. She continues to drink the tea before setting the mug on the coffee table and going back to scrolling through her phone. After a while, she begins to feel tired and bids Bucky good night as she heads to her room. A few minutes after cuddling up in her bed she hears his room door open, she assumes he is also turning in for the night.

A few hours later Kat wakes up feeling rested, shocked that she didn't have nightmares soon after closing her eyes. She gets up and changes into her new exercise clothes before heading down to the gym that Nat had shown her yesterday. She notices the gym is empty and makes her way over to the treadmills. She runs a few miles before making her way to the punching bags set up on one wall. She wraps her hands before beginning to practice her attacks on the punching bag. 

A particularly hard punch causes the bag to jump off the chain and hit the floor. Kat lets out a groan as she looks at the bag lying on the ground in a heap. She hears a small chuckle behind her and glances over to see Steve standing at the door, having just walked in. “I’ve done that a few times too.” He says with a smile as he walks over and picks the bag up, setting it back on the hook that hangs from the ceiling. Kat smiles as she looks at him. “You pack a mean punch though it seems.” He says as she gives a small nod. “Nat said you had a little of the serum, so that would explain it.” He says as Kat nods. Her eyes glance at the small sparring mat and Steve follows her sight line. Steve gives a small smile as he looks down at her. “You up for a match?” He says, allowing her the chance to refuse since he doesn’t want to push her too far. Kat smiles a genuine smile as she nods. “Please?” She says and Steve chuckles. “Nat gets excited like that too. I think you Russians just enjoy beating us Americans up.” He laughs as Kat shakes her head. 

The two of them head over to the mat and Steve smiles as he watches Kat glance around the mat before looking up at him. “You ready?” He says and Kat nods. “I think so, just, don't go easy on me.” She laughs slightly as Steve chuckles. “I’ll try my best, I don’t want to hurt you.” He says as Kat smiles and nods. She takes a breath and begins to shift her body, getting into a combat stance. Steve can't help but notice how the air around her seems to shift as she looks at him. He realizes he’s not staring at Kat right now, he’s seeing a glimpse of Nightshade. He’s going to get a good glimpse of what this notoriously dangerous woman is capable of. “Don’t worry about me, Cap. I can handle it.” She smirks, her attitude completely changed from the shy persona he’s seen so far. Steve gives a small nod as he moves into his stance. As soon as he seems settled Kat is lunging forward at surprising speed, her strikes sharp and precise. Steve blocks the first few easily but is shocked by her speed. “You’re fast.” Steve comments, but Kat doesn't respond. She keeps moving, her focus intense as she weaves around him, launching a series of well-timed kicks and punches. Steve has to put in more effort than he thought to counter her, but he’s making sure to hold back. Kat’s eyes narrow as she realizes Steve is holding back. As that thought sets in her movements become sharper, more aggressive, pushing Steve back a few steps. Kat presses the attack, her strikes becoming faster, more precise, almost like she’s moving on instinct. Steve manages to block a punch but her follow-up sweep nearly takes his legs out from under him. “Wow, you are good,” Steve says with a smile. Kat stares at him as she tilts her head slightly. “You’re holding back.” She says as Steve nods, adjusting his stance. “Right, I don't want to hurt you,” Steve says as Kat gives a small smirk. “You won't.” She says, a small moment of tension hanging between the two before she moves again, this time somehow faster, hitting harder. Steve is amazed by her movements, at how it seems like she's moving on instinct. For a few moments the sparring escalates, the resounding sound of her hits landing either on Steve’s body or on his arms or legs as he blocks echoes through the room. Steve manages to land a push, enough to knock her off balance but Kat quickly rolls and pops back up, coming back to attack in one fluid motion and continuing to attack. When she lands a particularly hard punch that has Steve grunting she stops and steps back. “I’m sorry I…I got carried away.” She says as she shakes her head. Steve smiles as he looks at her. “No need to apologize. That was great.” He says as he claps a hand on her shoulder. Kat offers him a smile as they turn to step off the mat, they both stop as they realize Sam and Bucky had entered at some point to watch them

”I think she might kick your ass in an actual fight, Steve.” Sam laughs as Kat shakes her head. Bucky is silent as he looks at her. He had watched her moves, and was amazed by how ferocious, yet graceful she was, how she seemed to be a different person while she was fighting Steve. Kat rolls her eyes as she looks at Sam, picking up her water bottle and taking a large sip as the two men begin to play fighting in the gym. She laughs as Steve tosses Sam onto the sparring mat. After a moment she heads back over to the treadmills to end her workout with some cardio. After she’s finished and steps down from the treadmill, she glances up as she sees Nat walking in. Nat immediately walks over to her with a smile. “I wanted to check on you.” She says as Kat nods. “I’m settling in, I think,” Kat says as Nat nods. “I’m happy to hear that, honestly I am. Also, I wanted to tell you Tony is throwing a party tonight at Stark Tower. It’s just going to be the Avengers. I know Wanda, Vision, Clint, I think even Thor is gracing us with an appearance. It’s just a way for us all to spend time together and relax a bit.” Nat says and Kat gives a small nod. “I think that would be good for me.” She says as Nat nods. “I’ll come to your apartment beforehand and we can get ready together,” Nat says as Kat smiles and nods happily, watching as her friend leaves the gym. She quietly heads back up to the apartment to shower and fix herself some breakfast. 

Bucky and Steve finish their own workouts and bid Sam goodbye as he heads off to run errands. Bucky and Steve head back up to the apartment. When they walk in they don’t see any sign of Kat, assuming she is in her room. Bucky glances over at the other super soldier, noticing how quiet and restless he has seemed since his fight with Kat. Bucky smirks as his eyes roam down to the sweat pants Steve is wearing. Without a word Bucky grabs the back of Steve’s neck and pulls him closer to him. Steve lets out a small groan, his eyes darting to the hallway where Kat’s room is. “Bucky.” Steve chides slightly as Bucky lets out a chuckle. “How hard are you Stevey? You been hard since you were fighting with her?” He says as he leans in and begins kissing Steve's neck. Steve fights back another groan as he looks at Bucky, his eyes half closed. “Why don’t we go use your shower and get all cleaned up? I’ll show you exactly what watching you two fight did to me.” Bucky growls before giving a sharp nip to Steve’s neck that has him groaning. The two quickly head down the hall to the bathroom Sam and Steve share. The water is turned on, and clothes are quickly shed as they step into the warm shower. As soon as they are both inside Bucky groans as Steve wraps his hand around Bucky’s already hard cock. Bucky’s eyes slide closed as he leans his head back against the wall as Steve begins moving his hand back and forth, smearing the precum that had already begun leaking from Bucky’s tip. Bucky’s flesh hand moves to take Steve’s hard cock in his hand, giving him the same treatment that has Steve moaning as he leans his head against Bucky’s shoulder, their bodies so close they are almost touching. Bucky’s metal hand comes up to grab the back of Steve’s neck as he pulls his lips to his in a kiss. A particularly rough tug from Bucky against Steve’s cock has him moaning, and Bucky takes that moment to slide his tongue into Steve’s mouth, moaning himself as the kiss heats up. The two continue their movements, each of their moans growing louder until Bucky cums with a growl, his cum painting Steve’s hand and stomach. Steve looks down at the mess before he cums as well. The two of them smile as they give each other one last kiss before quickly cleaning up. When they are finished they wrap towels around their waists, and Steve heads across the hall to his room, and Bucky heads out of the hall and into the hall he and Kat share. He stops when he notices Kat’s door is open, he looks at it for a moment before going into his own room. The two super soldiers failed to remember their new roommate had super hearing as well, and the walls weren't exactly thick, she had laid on her bed listening to every moan, groan, and sound that the shower did not hide.

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dom/sub, Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Negotiations, Blindfolds, Sensation Play, Rope Bondage, Orgasm Edging, Anal Fingering, Dildos, Knotting Dildos, Aftercare Summary:

Bucky seeks out a professional Alpha Dom and - despite appearances - will be getting exactly what he needs.

Hot Bucky Summer Week Two: “What should I call you?” + Master + Alpha -- Steve Rogers Bingo - D2 - Alpha Steve -- Bucky Barnes Bingo K5 - Voice

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Stucky is so cute dancing here 🥰 And Bucky eyes 😍😍😍 I want someone who looks at me that way : 😏

Others dancing Stucky fanarts :

Pre-war stucky dancing

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I was inspired to write this fanfiction based off of the phenomenal art seen above by @kiu-k. Please go check out their original post and reblog this absolutely beautiful piece!!

Magic in Your Hands

The Avengers were hit with a spell turning them all into statues — all except Captain Marvel, who safely returned them to Earth.

Nick Fury knew who to call: Steve Rogers, the man who made statues come to life.

Steve was quick to take on the challenge to save the superheroes.

It didn't hurt that the statue of Bucky Barnes was easy on the eyes.

Ship(s): James (Bucky) Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: E

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Steve Rogers is Not Captain America, Artist Steve Rogers, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe, Not Canon Compliant

Warnings: n/a for Chapter 1

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CHAPTER ONE UP NOW!

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Wow that's so well done 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

I love it!!!!🥰

I'm so jealous of Steve here, I'd love to have a Bucky boyfriend too!

This version of Steve Rogers reminds me this drawing :

And the way Bucky lift him reminds me these drawings 😁

i haven't played in forever but i got back into stucky recently and wanted to make modern pre-serum steve and winter soldier buck 💖

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Chapter 3: The Party

Pairings: (overall) StuckyxOC, BuckyxOC

Warnings: This story contains dark themes such as manipulation, cheating, assumed cheating, sexual content, and other themes. This chapter includes manipulation, cheating, and sexual acts (fingering)

The next morning, Kat wakes before her alarm can blare, slipping into her new workout set with a quiet sigh. The black leggings, matching sports bra, and fitted zip-up jacket hug her form, accentuating her toned physique. She laces up her sneakers, ties her hair back, and heads into the living area, seeking a quick breakfast. But as she opens the hallway door, she freezes.

Steve and Bucky are in the kitchen, casually preparing their breakfasts. The sight of them—so normal, so domestic—makes her body go rigid. Flashes from the night before echo in her mind: soft groans, murmured names, and the low thud of movement through thin walls. Bucky turns first, his hair messy, a sleepy smirk tugging at his lips. “Morning,” he says, eyeing her body language. Kat blinks, snapping out of her trance. “Oh—uh, good morning,” she replies, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She grabs a protein shake and a bottle of water from the fridge, her stomach twisting as she quickly exits the kitchen.

In the gym, Kat throws herself into her run, the rhythmic pounding of the treadmill doing little to drown out her thoughts. Moments later, Steve, Bucky, and Sam enter, scattering to their own routines. She doesn't look at them, but when a familiar mop of red hair appears beside her, she glances sideways.

Natasha leans against the edge of the treadmill, resting her head on folded arms. “Эй, что с тобой, солнышко?” she asks, her voice laced with concern. (Hey, what’s up with you, little sun?)

Kat sighs and slows her pace until she stops altogether, her chest rising with effort—and something else. “Я не знала, что эти два суперсолдата были вместе?” she admits, her voice quieter than usual. (I didn’t know the two super soldiers were together?)

Natasha sighs too, her eyes flicking toward the three men. “А, это... Не думаю, что они встречаются. По-моему, это просто... им было одиноко, и они никому больше не доверяли.” she explains, trying to reassure Kat. (Oh, that... I don't think they're dating. I think it’s just... they were lonely, and they didn’t trust anyone else.)

Kat arches a brow, skeptical. “После того, что я услышала прошлой ночью, они точно как-то вместе,” she insists. (After what I heard last night, they’re definitely some kind of together.)

Natasha doesn't argue; she just shrugs. “Anyway,” she says, switching the subject, “you ready for the party tonight?”

Kat groans softly. “I still have to order a dress. Hopefully, it gets here in time.”

“They’re usually reliable,” Nat offers, giving a reassuring nod before heading off to finish her reps.

Kat resumes her jog, the music in her ears doing little to quiet her mind. Neither of them notices the lingering presence behind the weight rack. One of the super soldiers hadn’t just overheard their conversation—he’d understood every word.

—---

Hours later, Kat stands in front of the mirror, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. The dress lay on the bed behind her, its inky black fabric catching faint glimmers of the lamplight. It was elegant without trying too hard—long-sleeved, fitted through the waist, and draping into a modest yet flattering midi-length hem. The neckline was a soft V, just enough to be feminine, not enough to feel exposed. The fabric hugged her in all the right places, while the sleeves provided a sense of armor—something to hide behind.

Still, she hesitated, her fingers brushing over the pale, raised scars along her upper arms, hidden for now beneath a loose robe. The ones on her back felt like they pulsed beneath her skin, reminding her of how long they'd been kept secret. She’d healed from the wounds long ago, but the memories? Those still stung.

She took a breath and turned to the mirror again. You’re not that girl anymore.

Kat slipped the dress on. The fabric was soft, almost comforting, molding to her curves as she zipped the back. The silhouette was clean and powerful—tailored, yet whispering danger beneath its beauty. Her reflection stared back: dark waves cascading just past her shoulders, the soft sheen of her makeup highlighting cheekbones she usually didn’t pay attention to. Her eyes looked sharp but guarded, rimmed in smoky shadow and softened with a nude gloss.

She stepped into a pair of black heels—pointed-toe stilettos that added a few inches and a lot of confidence—and exhaled slowly. The look was subtle. Refined. But there was something quietly lethal about it too.

She didn’t often feel beautiful. Tonight, she didn’t just look it. She looked dangerous.

The hallway was quiet as Kat stepped out of her room, the soft click of her heels the only sound echoing off the polished floors. She hesitated for just a second—then straightened her spine and kept walking.

Steve stood near the kitchen bar, pouring a drink with his sleeves rolled up, always the image of calm and composure. Bucky was on the couch, manspread and relaxed in his suit, fingers absentmindedly tapping against a glass of whiskey.

Their heads turned in sync the moment she entered.

Steve’s gaze lifted slowly, his expression unreadable at first—but there was a flicker in his eyes. A shift. Like he’d been hit by something he wasn’t expecting. His jaw twitched, and his grip on the glass subtly tightened, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t let his stare linger too long. Just long enough.

Bucky, on the other hand, didn’t look away. His blue eyes dragged over her like a match being struck—slow, deliberate, and a little too hungry. The easy smirk he usually wore was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his lips parted slightly, and something darker curled at the corner of his mouth as he took her in—the heels, the waves in her hair, the soft fabric hugging her like it was made for his hands to peel away.

“You clean up nice,” Bucky murmured, voice low and edged with something heavier than charm.

Kat tried not to fidget under his stare. “Thanks,” she said simply, giving them both a quick glance before pretending to look around for anything to distract her from the feeling of being prey.

“You ready for tonight?” Steve asked after a beat, his voice even but a touch rougher than usual. His gaze met hers again, steadier this time, but there was something in the way he held himself—shoulders tense, posture a little too stiff.

Kat nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”

Bucky stood slowly, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket. He stepped closer—not too close, but enough that she felt the gravity of him. The mischief in his eyes had cooled into something more calculating. He was already playing a game she didn’t know the rules to.

“Then let’s make it a night to remember,” he said, his tone soft, but with weight behind it.

Kat couldn’t tell if it was a promise or a threat. She gives a small nod as Sam steps out of his room dressed in a suit as well. He gives a playful smile to Kat as the four of them head out of their apartment and to the elevator. AS they make their way down to the main floor Kat keeps her breathing steady, her nerves beginning to sway at the idea of being in a crowded room soon enough.

—--

The party was already in full swing when the elevator doors slid open. Kat stepped out beside Sam, Bucky, and Steve, the low thump of music pulsing through the walls of the penthouse. The main room glittered—soft lights strung across the ceiling, polished marble glowing beneath dress shoes and heels, and voices overlapping in laughter and conversation.

She felt every gaze that passed over her. But the moment was broken as Natasha spotted her from across the room, a knowing smile pulling at her lips. She cut through the crowd like it parted just for her, a champagne flute in each hand.

“Now that is a dress,” Nat said, pressing one of the glasses into Kat’s hand.

Kat huffed a laugh, thankful for the familiar face. “Wasn’t sure it’d show up in time.”

“Oh, it showed up. And you’re killing it. Drink.”

Kat clinked her glass against Nat’s and took a sip. The bubbles burned a little at first, then slid down too easily.

For the next hour, they stuck close—flitting from one conversation to another, drawn into circles of Avengers, SHIELD agents, and a few outsiders. Kat smiled, laughed, and nodded along, but every so often she’d glance up and catch a certain pair of eyes lingering.

Steve’s, always calm but always there. And Bucky’s—hotter, heavier, and more dangerous each time.

By the time Kat drained her third glass, a warm flush had settled in her chest and cheeks. The low hum of voices and music blurred together, and her heels suddenly felt much too tall.

“I’m gonna get some air,” she whispered to Nat, who gave her a look but nodded.

Kat slipped away through the glass doors leading out to the patio. The chill of the evening air bit at her skin as she made her way toward the edge of the garden. It was quiet here, just the faint sound of city traffic below. She walked past a row of hydrangeas and ducked behind a low wall, resting her back against the cool stone and closing her eyes.

The alcohol buzzed in her veins, softening everything. She didn’t hear him until he spoke.

“You always disappear when things get too loud?”

Her eyes snapped open. Bucky leaned against the opposite side of the garden wall, one foot propped casually behind him, hands tucked in his pockets. His jacket was unbuttoned, his shirt slightly wrinkled like he’d already had a few drinks himself.

Kat exhaled, more surprised by how fast her heart jumped than by his presence.

“Sometimes I just need to breathe,” she said carefully.

He pushed off the wall and took a step closer, head tilted. “Pretty bold move, sneaking off in a dress like that.”

“Why? You think I’ll get ambushed by paparazzi out here?”

Bucky chuckled, slow and low. “No. But I think you’re too sharp not to notice when someone’s watching you.”

Kat’s spine stiffened. “And you’ve been watching?”

His eyes met hers, and there was no teasing now—just heat, steady and deliberate.

“Since the moment you walked in.”

She didn’t respond. Couldn’t. The alcohol made her limbs feel light and her brain foggy, but she was very aware of how close he was now—only a few feet away, the scent of cologne and leather drifting between them.

“Don’t worry,” Bucky said, stepping closer. “I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to.”

But he was looking at her like he already knew the answer.

Kat’s fingers tightened slightly around her empty champagne flute. The air between them was too still, too quiet—but her head was anything but.

She should’ve walked away. But she didn’t.

Bucky took another step. The soft sound of his shoes on the stone path felt louder than it should’ve. He was in her space now, close enough for her to see the faint scar just below his jaw. Close enough that the warmth of his body cut through the chill of the night.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low and careful, but his eyes were already sweeping down her body again. “You seem… off tonight.”

Kat swallowed. “Just tired.”

“Funny,” he murmured, reaching out and brushing her arm with the back of his fingers. “You don’t look tired. You look like you’re hiding something.”

She flinched at the contact—not because it hurt, but because she hadn’t been touched like that in years. Not since before the missions, before the memory wipes, before she became a shadow of a person. A weapon.

She didn’t pull away.

Bucky noticed.

“I used to see that look, you know,” he continued. His fingers lingered, skimming up to the inside of her elbow. “In the mirror. After they were done pulling me apart and putting me back together.”

Kat’s breath hitched.

He leaned in, slow and sure, until his mouth was near her ear. “I know what they did to you, Kat. I can see it all over you.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. The words weren’t meant to comfort, not really. They were meant to unearth something in her—make her feel seen, but also exposed.

“I’m not like them,” he whispered. “And you’re not just their ghost. You’re more than what they tried to make you.”

Her eyes closed as his hand trailed up to her jaw, fingers curling just beneath her chin to tip her head slightly toward him.

The alcohol made her pliable. The loneliness made her crave it. And the heat in his gaze made it nearly impossible to remember the sharp edges of caution she usually wrapped around herself.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, but her voice barely held.

“I know,” Bucky replied. Then he kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It was a collision of mouths and tension and heat that had been building all night—fast and demanding, the kind of kiss that stole air and replaced it with fire. His metal hand gripped her waist, not tight, but firm. Like he was staking a claim he knew he had no right to—but he was doing it anyway.

Kat kissed him back. Her hands tangled briefly in his jacket, unsure whether she was pulling him closer or trying to hold herself steady. All she knew was the ache in her chest eased for a second—the part of her that Hydra broke felt almost whole. Almost.

When they finally broke apart, her lips were red, breath ragged. Bucky didn’t move far. He just stared down at her, satisfied but still hungry.

“You should get back inside,” he said softly. “Before anyone notices you’re gone.”

And just like that, he stepped back into the shadows, vanishing into the crowd as quickly as he came. Leaving her dazed, dizzy, and wondering what the hell had just happened.

—---

Steve’s POV:

The sound of the door creaked behind him, but Steve didn’t turn. His gaze stayed locked on the garden, watching as Bucky melted into the crowd like smoke in the wind. There was something off about the way he’d approached Kat tonight—something too quiet, too careful. Steve had learned long ago to recognize when his best friend was setting something up.

His fingers tightened on his drink, the glass chilled in his hand, but the heat creeping up his spine had nothing to do with alcohol.

Kat stumbled back inside, eyes wide and unfocused, lips bruised and glistening. She was breathing harder than she should’ve been for a simple walk outside. Steve felt his stomach tighten. Bucky had been playing a dangerous game, and it looked like Kat had been the prize.

For a second, Steve was too slow. Too stunned. He saw the way her gaze flickered across the room, looking for something—or someone—and when it landed on him, there was an unreadable shadow in her eyes.

She didn’t smile, but she didn’t turn away, either. The tension between them crackled like static in the air.

Steve forced himself to take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“Kat,” he said, stepping forward. His voice was quieter than he meant it to be. Too soft, maybe, but that was the thing about her—she made him want to be careful. Not that he had much practice with this.

Her eyes dropped to the floor before she finally lifted them again, meeting his gaze for the first time since she’d returned.

He could feel the unspoken words hanging between them. He didn’t need to ask her what had happened outside. He knew, even without seeing the way her lip had been pulled between her teeth, or the way her hand trembled at her side.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice a little rougher than intended.

Kat opened her mouth, and for a split second, Steve thought she might say something, anything, that could make sense of the mess Bucky had created. But then she closed it again, like the weight of the night had settled over her in a way that left her hollow.

“I just needed air,” she said, the words too thin, too practiced. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t what she said—it was how she said it. And Steve could tell it wasn’t the truth.

Before he could say anything else, Bucky’s voice cut through the noise, smooth and calm as ever, coming from across the room. “She’s fine, Steve. Just needed some time to herself.”

Steve’s jaw clenched. That tone—too casual, too sure—made his blood run hot.

But instead of snapping at Bucky, Steve turned his focus back to Kat. She was still staring at him, her face a mixture of vulnerability and guardedness. He hated how much it looked like she was already slipping away.

“I’m not a fan of how this night’s been going,” Steve muttered, keeping his voice low, but letting the weight of it settle between them. “And I don’t think I’m the only one.”

Kat stares between the two soldiers before shaking her head and walking away, as if she could forget everything that just happened. The rest of the party is uneventful as she meets various people before quietly sneaking her way to the elevator to head back to the apartment she shares with the boys.

—-

 She sighs once she opens the main door, heading to her room, leaving the door cracked since as of now she had the apartment to herself.

She removes her heels and reaches for the zipper but with a groan she realizes it is stuck. A sudden throat clearing surprises her as she whips around to see Bucky leaning against her door jam. “Need help princess?” Bucky says calmly, but his eyes are anything but.

Kat swallows nervously before nodding and turning her back to him in a silent plea for help.

Kat could feel the weight of his gaze on her back as she waited, her hands still frozen on the zipper. The air in the room was thick, charged, and she could hardly shake the feeling that everything had changed in the last few hours. She just wanted to be left alone, to breathe, to forget—forget what happened in the garden, forget how Bucky’s touch had set something inside her on fire, something she didn’t know how to control.

But the door clicked shut behind him with a soft finality, the sound almost too loud. She flinched, stiffening in response.

“Bucky—” Her voice was a mere whisper, trembling with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. She couldn't bring herself to turn around, not yet. The room felt charged, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering tension.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’m not here to make a scene,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His footsteps were deliberate, measured, each one echoing in the silence like a ticking clock, counting down to an inevitable explosion. He moved with the precision of a predator stalking its prey, and she was the helpless creature caught in his snare.

She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. His proximity was overwhelming, his presence commanding the room, sucking all the air out of it. The soft scrape of his fingers against the zipper sent electric jolts through her, making her skin prickle with awareness. His touch was purposeful, slow, each movement deliberate and teasing, drawing out the anticipation.

The zipper inched down, and with it, her sense of control unraveled. The cool air rushed over her exposed skin, but it didn’t bring relief; it only heightened her awareness of his gaze on her.

As the fabric of her dress parted, revealing more of her skin, Bucky’s breath hitched slightly. His eyes flicked to the scars along her back, the brutal reminders of her past. He didn’t speak, didn’t flinch, but his fingers paused, lingering on her skin, tracing the raised lines with a gentleness that contrasted with the raw power of his touch.

Kat’s breath hitched in her throat, and she pressed her lips together to suppress the emotional storm raging inside her. The past was a suffocating shadow, but with Bucky’s touch, it felt more real, more immediate than ever. He was close enough to reach out and touch those scars, to trace the map of her pain and survival.

“You know,” he began, his voice soft but intense, “they can’t take that from you, Kat. They can’t take who you are now. Those marks don’t define you. Not anymore.”

His words twisted something deep within her, cutting through her defenses like a knife. It was as if he could see straight through her, past the walls she’d built to protect herself. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also seen—in a way that was both terrifying and liberating.

He finally pulled the zipper all the way down, the cool air rushing over her now-bare back. It didn’t feel like relief; it felt like a stripping away of her armor, leaving her raw and exposed. Bucky’s presence behind her was overwhelming, his body heat radiating against her, his breath warm on her neck.

“I don’t need your pity,” she whispered, but the words rang hollow even to her own ears. She didn’t want his pity; she wanted something else. Something she couldn’t quite name.

Bucky didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his body pressing lightly against hers, his hands resting on her hips, holding her in place. He didn’t touch her elsewhere—not yet—but his proximity was enough to make her heart race, to make her feel the magnetic pull between them.

“You’re right,” he said quietly, his voice a low growl. “You don’t need my pity. But you might need something else.”

She turned her head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes in the mirror. There was a darkness there, a fire that burned hot and intense. It was a look that promised consumption, that warned of the inferno he could ignite within her.

Bucky’s hand slowly trailed down her back, his touch light as a feather but burning like a brand. She shivered, her mind swimming with a mix of alcohol and the overwhelming sensation of his touch. It had been so long since she’d been touched like this, with such intent and desire.

He stepped closer, his front pressing firmly against her back, his hands trailing from her waist to her stomach, holding her against him. She could feel every hard line of his body, the steel of his metal arm contrasting with the warmth of his flesh.

“Just let me show you, princess,” he whispered hotly in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. He began to slowly hike the front of her dress up, inch by inch, revealing her thighs, her hips, the lacy underwear she’d worn beneath. She watched in the mirror, her breath catching in her throat as he exposed her, his eyes dark with desire.

Bucky groaned, a low, primal sound that vibrated through her, making her core clench with need. He began to rub her gently over her panties, his fingers drawing slow circles that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She fidgeted, trying to press closer, to deepen the contact, but he held her steady, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her squirm.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he cooed, his voice soothing but laced with a dark promise. He picked up his pace, applying just enough pressure to send her spiraling, her mind fracturing under the onslaught of sensation. Within moments, he pushed her panties aside, his fingers finally pressing against her, slick and ready.

“Just let go,” he growled, his voice a command as he peppers kisses along her neck, his metal hand joining his flesh one, one teasing her clit while the other plunged inside her. She moaned, her hips bucking, chasing the pleasure he was so expertly providing.

“There she is,” he murmured, his voice dark and satisfied as he watched her fall apart in the mirror. His fingers moved with a purpose, plunging in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit, sending her higher and higher until she was a trembling, moaning mess.

Her orgasm hit her like a tsunami, her body shaking, her voice crying out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Bucky slowed his pace, his touch gentling as he brought her down from her high, his arms holding her up as she leaned against him, boneless and spent.

He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. She watched, her face flushing bright red as she realized the extent of what had just happened.

Bucky chuckled, a low, knowing sound as he stepped back, leaving her feeling empty and wanting more. “Night night, princess,” he murmured, his voice a promise of more to come as he stepped out of her room, leaving her confused, exhausted, and deeply satisfied.

In the living room, Bucky poured himself a glass of whiskey, taking a slow sip as he glanced up when Steve emerged from his room. “Enjoying yourself?” Steve asked, an eyebrow raised, a smirk playing on his lips.

Bucky’s smirk matched his, a dark, knowing look passing between them. “More than you know,” he replied, his voice a low growl as he headed to his own bedroom, leaving Steve to watch him go, a look of determination on his face. The game was on, and Steve was determined not to lose to Bucky Barnes.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Other Avengers Additional Tags: Magic, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Bucky Barnes Loves Steve Rogers, Temporary Changes to Gender or Sex, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

“Who or whatever did this, there’s some power behind it,” Tony agreed. “It’s not just us that changed. History changed, Cap.”

[moongoddessmox]

Rail Me: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (18+)

Warnings: 18+, m/m smut, unprotected sex, language, male orgasm, oral sex.

Word count: 2,452

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Steve keeps telling people he's going to rail them but doesn't know what it means. Bucky gets jealous and shows him.

A/N: Based on this post! I did not proofread this, I haven't proofread anything since my first semester of college. This also sat here for a while so if there seems to be a disconnect between what I wrote days ago versus just now, I apologize! This isn't very good but I wanted to put that post into reality lmfao | crossposted on mox-writes for notification purposes

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The Avengers sat around Tony’s large living room plotting a mission to take the Tesseract from Loki. It was one of the million times Loki had stolen it from them and this was becoming routine.

“Look, all we need is Steve, Bucky, and Nat to go take care of this. The rest of us can take care of other things, we don’t all need to go every single time,” Hawkeye stood up with an annoyed sigh, just wanting to get back to his family.

“He’s right, you three go and we’ll put our minds to better use here.” Tony agreed, turning away and heading toward the stairs to his office. The group just grumbled, exhausted, and irritated about the constant meetings to discuss Loki, a consistent problem they never seemed to fix.

“Maybe we should just send Buck and Nat, Cap is getting pretty old.” Sam Wilson laughed.

“Ha, ha. Keep making jokes and I’ll rail you, Bucky is just as old as I am.” Steve responded. The group paused, stopped dead in their tracks at the words that left Steve’s lips. Everyone kept looking back and forth between each other and asking ‘what the fuck did he just say?’ with only their facial expressions. Natasha smirked, realizing that Steve didn’t understand what he said.

“Whoa now, let’s just focus on the mission.” Sam took a step back rubbing the back of his neck as his face became flushed.

“Awkward…” Hawkeye cringed, leaving the room.

~Mission~

Steve, Bucky, and Natasha entered the large estate where Loki was hiding out, well, he wasn’t really hiding. It was more of a camouflage as he was throwing a lavish party, something that he could blend into if he ran into trouble. Bucky’s large arm wrapped around Nat’s waist as they maneuvered through the crowd, trying to blend in. Her dress dipped low in the front and back and swayed at her knees as they walked. Steve was adorned in a blue pinstriped suit, his muscles barely being contained in the fabric.

“I got eyes on Loki,” Nat’s voice came through their earpieces. Loki waltzed up the curved staircase away from the party.

“I’ll go find the tesseract, you two boys follow Loki.” Nat departed from Bucky’s side and disappeared into the crowd. Bucky and Steve reached the bottom of the staircase together and followed Loki up. The two of them sneaked through the halls, listening for him behind closed doors until they heard shuffling around. Steve counted down for Bucky to bust open the door. His foot made contact and ripped the door off its hinges as they barreled through. Two women laid one on top of the other in a large bed, dresses half off and hair a mess. Bucky and Steve got wide-eyed and froze up as the women screamed at the top of their lungs.

“Fuck,” was all Bucky could manage to say, quickly averting his eyes and shuffling out of the room.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry...sorry...sorry” Steve grabbed the door from the floor and placed it over the gaping doorway. His face was burning red and Bucky began to laugh, patting a hand on Steve’s shoulder before moving on to the next door.

The pair finally found Loki standing in a large dark room. His black suit jacket was neatly placed over a chair, and his sleeves properly rolled up to his elbows. Loki’s back was to the door as he looked out a large panel window at the night sky. The room was lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, completely full except for a few spots where books had been pulled. Steve and Bucky entered the room quietly, hoping to sneak up behind Loki, but as soon as they reached the desk that stood between Loki and the door, the double doors slammed shut. They whipped around to see Loki, in his black and green robes and gold horns, standing at the door with a smirk.

“You’d think you would know by now,” Loki’s accent was thick and smooth as he taunted the two super soldiers. They turned around to look at the Loki standing at the window but he disappeared in a smoke before their eyes. Bucky ran to Loki and began throwing punches while Steve threw his shield at him. Loki fought them off and flung them around the room with the magic of his scepter. After a while, Loki had Bucky on the floor trying to recuperate, and Steve pressed against the bookshelves, bleeding from his eyebrow. Loki smirked at him as he dug his scepter into Steve’s throat. Bucky stood up and ran toward them, but Loki shot his arm back and pushed him away with magic. The super soldier crashed into the shelves and books fell on him.

“Now I’m really going to rail you,” Steve spat at Loki, whose eyes got wide with an excited surprise.

“Now, now, aren’t you a dirty little boy.” Steve looked at him confused and pushed him off, getting the upper hand and pinning Loki to the floor.

“I do prefer you buy me dinner first, but I see we’re skipping that stage.” Loki chuckled, amused by the way he was defeated. Bucky got up from the floor, disgruntled and hurt. Not only physically, but he was hurt by Steve. He didn’t understand why he wanted to rail everyone but him, especially Loki. He could understand Sam, they were best friends, and awfully close. But why did Steve want to have sex with Loki? Over him? It didn’t make sense, especially at this moment. Maybe Steve had a domination kink that Bucky didn’t know about, that’s why he was hard for the evildoer right now. Bucky shook away his thoughts, grabbing Loki by the arm and leading him out of the room with Steve on his other side.

Back at the Avengers base, Loki was locked up and the tesseract was safely hidden away. Bucky knocked on Steve’s door ready to confront him about his feelings. It was late, everyone was in bed by now but Bucky knew Steve would be awake. The two of them often stayed up later than others, sometimes hanging out, sometimes just from trauma. Bucky played with the hem of his dark t-shirt, nervous about his best friend’s reaction to the topic but he had to talk about it. He had to understand why Steve didn’t feel the same way about him.

Steve opened the door, his bare chest glistening from the shower he had just taken. The only thing on his body was a pair of gray sweatpants that caused a very large sight to see. Bucky’s eyes flashed down and back up to meet Steve’s chiseled face with blushed cheeks.

“Hey Buck, what’s up?” Steve motioned for him to come inside the room. Bucky hung his head, walking toward the window. He didn’t know what to say, how to say it, he didn’t give himself time to practice beforehand. He was just flustered and frantic.

“I just, I just wanted to know why you want to rail everyone? Even Loki?” Bucky sighed. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed as he stepped closer to him.

“What do you mean?” Steve was confused. He had no idea what the words he said even meant.

“Like, why do you want to fuck everyone but me? I don’t understand, did I do something wrong?” Bucky confessed, looking at the other man now. Steve’s eyes got wide, his mind a jumbled mess.

“What do you mean, ‘fuck’? Why would you think that?”

“Do you know what railing means, Steve?” Bucky was confused, he didn’t think of the possibility that Steve didn’t understand the meaning behind what he said.

“I...I figured it meant something about fighting like I’m going to kick your ass so hard you’d feel like you got hit by a train...given your history with trains, I never said it to you. I figured it was a touchy subject.” Steve admitted. His hand ran through his damp blond hair. Bucky stared at him in disbelief.

“So you don’t want to fuck Sam and Loki?”

“What?! No!” Steve exclaimed, taken aback. Bucky couldn’t help himself, he let out a few huffs in shock before laughing. He leaned against the window holding his stomach, laughing at the innocence of the man in front of him.

“Oh Stevie, let me show you what railing actually means.” Bucky stood up straight, looking at Steve who stood there with pink cheeks. Bucky walked over to him and placed his flesh hand on his cheek, staring into his eyes for a moment before taking a chance. He pressed his lips against Steve’s and melted into him. Steve grasped Bucky’s back and pulled him closer, allowing Bucky’s tongue to enter his mouth in a frenzy. The two panted, sweat building on their foreheads as they kissed and roamed each other’s bodies. It was long overdue, their feelings being pushed away for so long in fear of ruining their friendship. Neither one of them knew how much they wanted each other, especially since they had only ever seen the other pursue women. Bucky’s hand traveled down to Steve’s waistline, he gripped the bulge in his pants and stroked it. Steve let out a soft moan as goosebumps rose across his body. He pushed himself further against Bucky, desperately wanting more of him. Bucky pulled away and looked Steve in the eyes, his blue eyes yearned for him, he could see all the desperation and want in them and knew this was it. This was the moment he’d been waiting for, where he finally got to fuck Steve.

“Lay down,” Bucky commanded. Steve blushed and did as told. For being a 6’2, 240-pound super-soldier, he wasn’t very dominant. Steve actually preferred when people took over. Bucky looked over his body lying there waiting, eager to feel Bucky on top of him, inside of him. He stripped down until he was naked, his erect member springing out of his boxers and made Steve audibly gasp. Bucky chuckled and leaned forward, pulling Steve’s sweatpants off revealing him, just as hard.

Bucky pulled Steve to the edge of the bed until his feet were on the floor, then knelt down and kissed his large thighs. Steve closed his eyes and moaned, the wet kisses filling his body with lust and sending chills down his spine. Bucky tugged at his skin with his teeth, teasing and licking every inch of him. He was beautiful. Such a gorgeous sight before his eyes--Steve lying there fully exposed and waiting for him, soft under his touch and hard in anticipation.

Bucky sucked on two fingers and pushed Steve’s legs up in the air. He swirled one of the fingers at his entrance as he twitched.

“Ready for me?” Bucky hummed. Steve let out a soft whimper of a “yes” and Bucky gently pushed his finger inside. Steve gripped the sheets and moaned softly. Bucky placed his mouth back to his thighs and looked up at him with a smile. He kissed and sucked on his skin as his finger pumped and stretched inside of him. When he felt he was loose enough, Bucky inserted his second finger, causing Steve to moan even louder. His hands found their way to Bucky’s hair and he held on, soft thick hair between his fingers.

Bucky curled his fingers around, making sure Steve could take the girth of his cock. He took his fingers out and grasped his balls, rubbing them as his tongue found its way to his cock. Bucky licked up his balls, up to his shaft, until he reached Steve’s tip.

“Fuck, Buck…” Steve moaned, closing his eyes again. Bucky smiled and took his member into his mouth with a slurp. He coated his cock with the warmth of his mouth and sucked the life out of him. Bucky picked up speed when he felt the twitch of Steve’s cock. It was large and filled his mouth, gagging him a few times when he took it too deeply. He loved the feeling of him, the veiny shaft on his tongue, the sweet taste of precum filling his throat. Steve’s groans got louder and more frequent; it wouldn’t be long before he came, something Bucky so desperately wanted, but not yet.

Bucky pulled away and climbed onto the bed. Steve’s pants slowed down as he pouted at the man hovering over him. Bucky smiled, licking his lips before crashing them to Steve’s.

“Soon enough, Stevie, soon enough.” Bucky breathed lowly in his ear, bringing his lips down his neck and jawline. Steve’s hands laid on Bucky’s broad shoulders as he positioned himself at his entrance again. Bucky pressed his tip against him and waited for Steve’s okay. Once he got it, he pushed into him halfway, letting Steve adjust. Steve moaned and clawed Bucky’s shoulders, the pain subsiding quickly thanks to the super-soldier serum. Bucky kissed Steve again, tongues wrestling as he pushed all the way in with a gasp from Steve.

Bucky thrust gently, sliding his long cock almost all the way out then all the way back in until his balls slapped Steve’s.

“Is that okay?” Bucky asked, his blue eyes full of warmth, not wanting to do anything Steve didn’t want.

“Yes, Buck, it feels good,” Steve whined, wanting more of him. Bucky smiled then sped up his thrusts. He slammed down hard and Steve cried out in pleasure, spewing profanities, and grasped at the body on top of him for some control. Bucky sat up, taking one of Steve’s legs up in the air and holding it, widening his access and fiercely pounding into him.

“Fuck Bucky,” Steve groaned, pushing himself into Bucky with each thrust.

“You feel so good, Steve, god I’ve wanted this for so long.” Bucky moaned, the feeling of Steve clenched around him was too much to bear. He couldn’t hold on much longer. His vibranium hand found Steve’s cock and started stroking it, tugging and pulling until precum drizzled out, coating his fingers and Steve’s lower abdomen. His cock twitched and Bucky sped up.

“Fuck, I want you to cum for me, Steve,” Bucky was breathless. Steve brought his face down to his, causing Bucky to drop his leg but never lost pace. Steve kissed him sloppily, moaning into his mouth as he let go. He orgasmed and shot cum between their stomachs. Bucky cried out at the feeling, unable to contain his own orgasm and he filled Steve with his warm load.

Both of them lay there, a panting, steamy mess, trying to contain their breathing. Bucky turned his head to look at Steve who met his gaze.

“That is how you rail someone.”

[marvelship-oneshots]

EARLY MORNING KISS (STUCKY)

Early morning kiss: a kiss that’s a wake-up call, it’s barely even lips touching, more like they’re kissing their chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze.

1943

Bucky was not a morning person and Steve was even less. They had to set their alarm considering that, on average, it took them about an hour to actually get out of bed.

Like every other morning, the alarm set off precisely at 6 am. Way too early if you asked either one of them. But it was necessary if they wanted to get to their jobs by 9.

Bucky hit the clock with whichever arm was closer to the bedside table and loudly growled, kicking Steve’s calf from under the blanket. Steve turned to the other side, burying his face in the big soft pillow.

“Steeeve” Bucky moaned, poking the smaller man on his shoulder with his fingers.

Steve growled in response, rolling over to Bucky, snuggling against his chest, putting his face into his neck, letting Bucky tangle their legs together.

As Bucky put his hand in Steve’s hair, stroking them gently, he heard little snorting noises coming from the blond man. Bucky smiled, kissing the top of Steve’s head and closing his eyes as well.

Bucky woke up again about a half-hour later, jolting on the bed. He shook Steve’s shoulder.

“Steve, baby, wake up”

Steve moaned, buried in Bucky’s soft pecs. Bucky laughed at the cute, sleepy sound that came out of Steve’s mouth.

Bucky caressed Steve’s neck.

“C’mon sugar, we’re gonna be late”

Steve mumbled a soft ‘I don’t care’ and shifted on the bed. He slowly opened his eyes. The light was bothering him and everything was blurry. He brushed his eyes with his fist, pouting, and Bucky giggled, admiring the cute scene.

Steve tilted up his head with his eyes shut close and blindly started looking for Bucky’s mouth, helping himself with his small hand. He stretched to reach Bucky’s face to deliver his good morning kiss. Bucky tilted his head now, enough for Steve to reach but not enough to find Bucky’s mouth. But he was too lazy to open his eyes and properly kiss his boyfriend good morning. The further he could reach was Bucky’s chin, but that would have to do for now.

Bucky chuckled, feeling Steve’s wet lips on his chin. He slid from under Steve’s body, picking him up bridal style and walking to the shower, throwing their clothes on the floor and opening the cold water over Steve. He pushed him to the wall, looking down at his still sleepy face.

“You awake yet?”

Steve nodded, brushing the water from his face.

“Then give me a proper kiss, doll”

Steve stood on his tiptoes, bringing Bucky closer to him with a hand behind his neck and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

2016

There were not many things Bucky remembered of his past, but he knew for a fact that he didn’t like waking up early.

It was the first time he and Steve slept on the same bed since the war. It felt strange and good. Bucky finally managed to sleep through the night, feeling Steve’s warmth next to him.

The alarm set off on Bucky’s nightstand. Bucky held his arm out to stop the annoying sound. His muscle memory told him to hit it on the top. He did, smashing the clock. At least the annoying sound stopped.

Steve growled turning to the other side and Bucky shifted on the bed, spooning him from behind.

Steve put his hand over Bucky’s, intertwining their fingers and smiling softly.

“Good morning” he whispered.

Bucky moaned in Steve’s neck.

“You’re so big now, sugar”

Steve lightly giggled, holding Bucky’s arm closer to him.

Bucky kissed Steve’s neck before Steve turned in his arms, snuggling against Bucky’s chest. He stretched out his neck to kiss his boyfriend and Bucky chuckled when Steve placed a lazy, sleepy kiss on his jaw.

“80 years later and you still can’t find my lips first thing in the morning”

[astriloquiis-art]

they're my comfort ship ;-;

[unsureandpure]

We’re all familiar with Hermione’s “We could’ve been killed! Or worse... expelled.”

But why don’t we ever talk about it’s parallel line from Captain America: The First Avenger, “They’ll catch you! Or worse, they’ll actually take you.”

[starstruckmyths]

Two boys, trying to convince the other with their sweetest smiles, but deep down Bucky knows that Steve has won anyway. 

But that doesn’t matter; Bucky will gladly let Steve win. 

[underwhelmingalchemist]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: shirt stealing, Sharing a Bed, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Has Nightmares, Fluff, One Shot, Cuddling & Snuggling, Accidental Cuddling, Author Is Sleep Deprived, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Accidental Henley Heist Summary:

Bucky struggles with nightmares, but discovers they improve when he accidentally steals one of Steve's shirts. The only problem is that he really doesn't want to explain to Steve why his shirts keep going missing. One shot, pure fluff.

[purpleicedteas]

Take The Backseat

moodboard for @stuckybingo - g2: the chair; rated m

~243w drabble below; warning for angst & unhappy ending

Bucky Barnes wasn't used to taking the backseat.

Not in cars.

Not in classrooms.

Not in life.

But then, his 5'4" best friend became 6'0". Said friend became his Captain.

And Bucky took the backseat.

He followed his Captain's orders to an untimely death.

Death, yes, because while he survived the fall, the man who lost his grip would never be the same.

Decades of torture and brainwashing were held in a cold, hard chair.

Later, finally, he would taste freedom, only to be held a fugitive. The cold, hard chair could no longer restrain him. Yet, he was suffocated by coming to terms with who he was before.

And after.

Perhaps a bit of both.

His Captain now had new people in his life. That was a good thing, certainly, and yet Bucky found himself concerned he was taking the backseat even to them - sometimes literally.

In battle - and what a different battle this was than the war - Bucky took a backseat to his Captain's orders, his Captain's ideas, his Captain's strengths.

He took a backseat to his Captain's second love.

Because, of course, he had been the first.

And now, Bucky's in the backseat in a therapy room. While he may have been the one invited to drive the conversation, he didn't make the evaluations or come up with the treatment plan.

For a man born in the front seat, he was delegated to the back, and never gained back control.