#dark-ish!Sam Wilson x Female Reader

[americasass81]

Vibranium Knight

Warnings:- Mild Kidnapping, Use of Pet Names, Cockwarming, P in V Smut.  18+ only. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

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Author’s Note 1:- @targaryenvampireslayer just a little something I wrote for you Suz to hopefully make your working day a little brighter.  Sorry it took so long but I hope it’s worth the wait being that this is my first time writing for this character I know you adore..

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- Enjoying a beautiful Spring day was not supposed to introduce you to a whole new world of possibilities but that’s exactly what happens when your distracted state intersects with an Avenger on a totally personal mission.

Pairings:- dark-ish!Sam Wilson x Female Reader.

Word Total:- 4,836

The office was quiet as you sat down at your desk and turned on the monitor, but the silence didn't really help.  The truth was nothing did.  ‘Why did it have to be this way?’ you thought as you now stood back up and headed for the nearest coffee machine while your computer flickered to life and the pinging of the elevator told you that soon your colleagues would be filing out of it to join you in another monotonous day of being totally undervalued while you scrimped and saved to hopefully retire before the humdrum working existence stole all semblance of joy from your life.

Sitting back down now and stealing a quick, generous amount of the caffeine infused beverage designed to see you through the day, you nodded kindly at your colleagues and exchanged pleasantries about your weekend activities before throwing yourself headlong into your work and counting down the seconds until lunch brought a much needed and welcome relief.  Or at least that's what it usually did.

Powering down your computer at the 1 o'clock mark and picking up your jacket while rising from your chair, a brisk walk to the elevator past the fire alarm that you'd dreamed so often of pulling just to add some excitement to the boring office routine, a smooth, uninterrupted trip down to the ground floor and your were free.  At least temporarily anyway.

Stepping outside the door then and taking in a few delightful breaths of the sweet spring air, you contemplated getting in your car, letting the top down and just spending your hour's break cruising around the city.  After all, it wasn't very often you got weather like this that let you feel the wind in your face or the sun shining down on you in a manner that wouldn't leave you burning up from the inside out afterwards.  No, this was exactly the type of weather you relished.

Not too hot, not too cold, you took one last delightful lungful and agreed instead that this was far too glorious a day to waste even a second of it sitting around in smog-fueled traffic.  Walking instead now to your favorite restaurant and collecting your usual order to go, you next headed to the local park and finding one of the easily accessible benches beside the river, sat down and tucked into the mouthwatering ramen noodle dish that only David managed to prepare just the way you liked it.

Although to be fair you thought as you took that first delicious bite and savored every single flavor that assaulted your taste buds, the other staff members never really screwed up this dish and it was the main reason you loved their food so much, but there was just something extra that seemed to make it taste a whole lot nicer when David made it.  Maybe he added something the others didn't.  Maybe it was his infectious smile and sunny disposition.  And then just maybe, it was the fact that he always had it hot and prepared for you the second you walked in as if he somehow accepted how excruciatingly tedious and demanding your work environment was and how precious this lunchtime break was for you.

A good deed in a weary world.  And yet something so small that made a world of difference to you.

Finishing up your meal now and dumping the rubbish in the nearest bin provided, you then decided that a bit of exploration was due you before you headed back to the grind of daily life necessary to pay your bills and afford you some small pleasure away from the hustle and bustle of trying to get a leg up in the corporate world.  And perhaps it was this very ruminating that found you off the beaten track in an area of the park you had never ventured before as a cloth came up to cover your mouth while the world went black all around you.

Coming back to the waking world some time later with absolutely no idea of what had happened in between or how much time had passed exactly, two things at least were perfectly clear .... and only one of them brought you any semblance of relief.  Looking around the room now while simultaneously focusing your gaze on the outside world that greeted you through a nearby window, you knew beyond all doubt now that this was not your apartment while the vegetation blooming back at you confirmed this too was no longer the city you knew and worked in.  As for the second thing?  Well, the pounding in your head told you you were well and truly alive, but whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen.

Rising slowly from the bed now and thankful from your head to your toes that every stitch of clothing you had last put on was at least in place, you still needed to know exactly what was going on.  Walking then from the side of the huge bed over to the double doors that clearly opened on the outside world, you placed your palms on the handles and sent up a silent plea before quietly as possible pushing down and releasing a breath as the latches gave way and an exit appeared.  Giving one last look behind you then to make sure you hadn't alerted whomever it was that brought you here against your will, you next stepped forwards into the unknown and faced what lay ahead.  And what an experience that was.

Gazing around you now at wide open fields in every direction set against the backdrop of a picturesque mountain and river, it would have taken your breath away if not for the truth of what it revealed .... you were totally and utterly cut off from civilized society.  Taking an extra few moments still to just stand there and soak in the peace and tranquility so evident in every rock and blade of grass before you, you then pulled yourself away from the quiet and headed back towards the house.  It was time to figure out where you went from here.

Turning around then and walking back through the double doors that just moments ago had offered you freedom and then stolen it away just as easily, you stopped up short however when a man appeared through another door in the bedroom covered in only a towel as water droplets running down his exposed upper half told you he had just returned from a shower.  Which actually explained why your absence had gone unnoticed .... at least until now.

"Well hello there chicklet, am I to assume by your return that you're not yet ready to try and make a run for it?" he asked while you simply stared blankly back at him as a thousand questions exploded in your mind like fireworks on the 4th of July.  Yet nothing came out.  So it seemed he would have to try again.  "You don't remember me, do you chicklet?" he now asked as he walked fully into the room, closed the doors you had neglected in your shock and then sat down on the seat situated at the foot of the bed to await your response.  A response that came rather quickly this time.

"Remember you?  When the hell did I ever meet you?" you asked, but any answer from him was unnecessary as flashes of memory answered your own question for you.  For you see you had met him.

Oh sure it was now a lifetime ago and he went by The Falcon back then, but there was no mistaking that beautiful smile, those soft eyes or the fact that you haven't lived your life under a rock.  No, the whole world knew of Sam Wilson.  Formerly known as the heroic Falcon, now carrying the mantle of Captain America, the whole world had witnessed his strength and character when The Flagsmashers had sought to create even more chaos out of the tragedy that was the Blip and the resulting return of all those people that had been snapped away.  You on the other hand knew him personally.  Kind of.

Sitting by the catwalk many years back at a New York Fashion Week event your friend Alice had somehow managed to get both of you tickets for, your memory of lying beneath the strapping superhero when guns began blasting and bullets started flying might have remained more prominent in your mind if it wasn't for well .... said gunfight.  As it was, you remembered being tackled to the ground, moved this way and that to a safe place before the winged superhero told you to stay put upon rising from your position and heading off to help The Black Widow deal with whatever skirmish was wreaking havoc on the spectacular event.

No, that was definitely an encounter you were only too happy to forget.  Even if it did include a run-in with an actual Avenger.  But wait, if Sam Wilson was still an Avenger and he was now currently occupying a house in the middle of absolutely nowhere with you, then what exactly did that mean for your current location?  After all, you had woken up that morning in England just like you did every other morning and Sam Wilson, as far as you could recall, was everything good that the United States of America had to offer.  But they were oceans apart.  Literally.  So where the hell were you now?

In the time you had lost had you somehow been transported across the Atlantic to the good old U. S. of A.?   Or was Captain America himself currently shacked up in the most idyllic of settings deep in the heart of the English countryside?  Looking out the double doors once more and realizing now that you could in no way place this location in either country, you were about to give up and ask him where both of you were when a glance through the door he had just entered brought a whole new set of questions and distractions flooding through your mind.

Walking into that room while completely ignoring the half naked Adonis and staring in awe now at the rows of fabric that had caught your attention, one half of what appeared to be a gigantic closet filled with fabulous dresses, comfy casual wear and shoes that would have made Miranda Priestly swoon told you that you were in far more serious trouble than you had previously imagined.  For this situation was not something that had just sprung up overnight.  No, every little detail here had been meticulously planned.  So turning back to the bedroom now and facing the man you suspected to be your abductor, you took a deep breath before asking that very same man what the fuck was going on.

"Aw come on now chicklet, isn't it obvious?" he asked with a smirk before continuing as you sat down on the chair nestled in the corner of the room.  "I built this place for you.  For us.  This beautiful, isolated spot where you can live a life of pampered luxury without that tedious job sapping your joy and killing your creativity.  I've read some of your work, you know.  Who says fantasies don't come true?"

Staring at him blankly now as your mind began spinning with what he had just told you, your anxiety spiked to the point where if you weren't sitting down you would most possibly pass out yet again.  As it was, you now had no alternative but to tell your brain to shut up and think.  For what he was saying couldn't possibly be real.  Right?

Oh sure, you were far from stupid or naïve.  Anyone these days could find anything on the internet with enough savvy if they looked hard enough and of course you were well aware that one or two celebrities at least poked their virtual heads on Tumblr from time to time.  BUT THIS?  Had Sam Wilson really found your blog and read your fics?  Had he truly discovered your secret desire to feel his powerful, naked body pressed against yours after he rescued you from a job that treated you no better than a mechanical robot tapping away at a keyboard and answering questions for people who couldn't even be bothered to thank you afterwards?  Worse yet, how had he managed to put all the pieces together and actually track you down?

No, this couldn't seriously be what was happening here.

Looking up at him now however and seeing the truth etched quite plainly on his handsome face, you quickly got up from your chair and began frantically pacing back and forth before him as your anxiety spiked once more to levels you barely remembered previously experiencing.  "No, no, no.  This can't be happening.  This can't be happening. This.  Can't.  Be.  Happening," you now repeated like a manta in the hopes that saying it enough times, with enough conviction, might make it so.  But that didn't happen as was evidenced when the man whose presence you now tried desperately to ignore reached out, pulled you onto his lap and stopped your ranting the only way he knew was guaranteed to shock you out of your current state.

He kissed you.  And what a kiss it was.

Slow and deep.  Soft and with nothing but luscious lips well versed in the art of seduction, the humming that left your throat as his lips first massaged your top one and then your bottom before alternating back and forth would have been a sound he could happily listen to all day if he didn't have other plans.  For he wanted to hear you scream.  Continuing to gently devour your lips without seeking entry, his hands now moved to cup your ass and massage here too as your brain began the process of slowing down the panic currently controlling your system.  After all he did want you to agree to this and for that he needed you to be calm and thinking clearly.  Well as clearly as his kisses would allow anyway.

Switching from a humming to a purring now as his ministrations continued to calm you while a warm feeling slowly made itself known between your thighs, you were finally relaxed enough to ask Sam what the plan was next, but it seemed he asked that question for you first.  "So chicklet, can I interest you in a life of pleasure and debauchery after all?" he asked as his lips finally left yours and he pulled back from your face just long enough for you to look into his eyes as he continued, "What do you say?  You willing to live here and let your creativity flourish while I spend my days saving the world and my nights ravishing every inch of this .... divine specimen," he finished as his palms squeezed your ass cheeks while his eyes roamed over your clothed form as if it was the most glorious sight he had ever seen.

And maybe it was, but you rarely thought so.

Looking back at him now in return as if he had completely lost his mind and wanting to tell him so, you opened your mouth to turn down his proposal but his lips now buried against your neck brought a whole different response.  One you never consciously planned on making.  "Yes.  Yes.  Oh my god, yes," you moaned out continuously as Sam now nibbled on your neck and shoulders before soothing the harsher nips with his tongue while his hands still caressed your ass and made you wonder if you could actually orgasm from this situation alone.  Which was actually a frightening concept when you thought about it.

Coming to your senses long enough now as a result of this stray thought however, you pushed back slightly from the man beneath you to fully take in the position you were in.  Sitting atop the thighs of Captain America, who was currently wearing nothing but a towel as he set the embers burning in your loins, you wanted to tell him to slow things down but he wasn't having any of it.  You had accepted his offer and he now intended to show you exactly what that meant.  "May I chicklet?" he asked and before your mouth could raise any objections, your head gave an imperceptible nod and that was all the consent he needed.

Returning to kiss your lips now as his tongue this time sought to invade your mouth and distract you from what his hands were doing, you might have been shocked by the strength he displayed in standing up with you in his arms and letting the towel fall from his waist if he wasn't so good with his damn mouth.  As it was, he was very good.  Kissing you endlessly, while twisting his tongue with yours as well as biting it gently every few swirls, you only now noticed the changes taking place when his face disappeared from before you, your back now rested against his chest and the closet door appeared in your vision once more.  He had completely turned you around without ever letting you go.

But that wasn't even the most remarkable feat.

Sitting on his lap still as his lips now returned to tasting any bit of skin they came in contact with, your brain tried to figure out not how he had done what he'd done, but how your jeans and panties now lay lodged around your ankles as his hands began to make themselves acquainted with your most private region.  Roaming along your thighs, squeezing here and there as well as opening you up as wide as was possible atop his powerful legs, the warmth now spreading outwards from your core just ached for him to quench it but he just wanted to have some fun.  And all at your expense it seemed.

Running his fingers back and forth along your slit now as his other hand slid up your top to rest against your stomach, you whined and pleaded for him to make you come but that it seemed was not yet in his immediate plans.  Circling your clit extremely slowly instead to the point where your hips began to move against him, he stopped and slapped your pussy once before chuckling into your neck at the yelp that left your tender lips.  "Patience chicklet, we're a long ways off from making you squirt all over my sheets but .... maybe I can give you something to take the edge off," he offered and with that he once again defied the laws of man by somehow using a foot to finish removing your lower garments before lifting you up and slotting his shaft into your warm, wet and waiting pussy.

And what a feeling it was .... for both of you.  Long and hard and thick enough to split your lower regions apart, you were by no means an innocent virgin, but you suddenly doubted you would ever be satisfied with any rod other than the one currently making its presence known to your fluttering walls.  Not that Sam had any intention of allowing another man or his equipment anywhere near you.

Making you comfortable then as your perfect flower held him snugly in place and his weeping tip just kissed your cervix, his hands now removing your top clothes while his lips by your ear whispered not to move told you his plan was a simple one .... to pleasure you with everything he had except what you really, really wanted.  In other words, he planned to torture you.

Verbally railing against him now as his hands began massaging your breasts while his lips now became acquainted with every bump and dip along your spine, your hands moving down to tend to the ache between your legs brought a murderous slew of profanities streaming from your mouth as his teeth made themselves known to the soft juncture of your neck and your shoulder.

"Chicklet no," he reprimanded now as he pulled his teeth back and he ran his lips over the spot that was sure to sport a lovely mark come morning, "you'll get your release when I give it to you and not a second sooner," he continued as his hands now moved further upwards to allow his fingers dance against your shoulder blades.  Pressing here and kissing there now as you held onto his thighs to keep from toppling forwards, the moans you soon started releasing as his skillful talents worked out knots you never knew existed were matched only by the devious chuckles coming from the man behind you when the odd thrust upwards added a growl from you every now and then.

The bastard wasn't playing fair.

Continuing to run his fingers over every inch of your glorious body as his hands moved down to finally rest atop yours, you hoped now you might finally get some release, but Sam it seemed still wasn't cooperating.  Taking your left hand in his now and linking your fingers together, he next took your hand and moved it to his sac before speaking.  "You feel that chicklet?  What you do to me?  You have no idea the number of nights I've gotten myself off to your writing wishing we could make it real.  Who knows, now that I have you we might even give your back door the attention it so desperately craves," he added and realizing what he was now referencing, your body produced a burst of strength you never knew you possessed and hurled you back across the room as horror dawned on your face while surprise clearly settled on Sam's.

"Please tell me you've taken one too many blows to the head and taken leave of your senses?" you now asked as you reached for the throw resting on the chair and wrapping it around you while waiting for the superhero to prove your suspicions wrong.  For he couldn't possibly be suggesting that.

Unfortunately for you however that's exactly where his mind was headed.  Reiterating once more that he wanted to experience everything with you, both sexual and otherwise, he now joined you on the floor before promising that any and all adventures would only take place when you were ready and with your complete and unwavering consent.

Content at least with the sincerity you found in his eyes and voice, you agreed in principle to give him a chance as he then stood up, offered his hand and pulled you gently from the floor when you easily obliged.  Walking you to the bed then before tipping up back onto it, a few kisses later and his shaft was buried deep inside your pussy as his eyes stared into yours and fingers once more laced with your own just inches from the headboard.

Pulling out slowly then before plunging back in at the same leisurely pace so your quivering walls felt every ridge, vein and twitch his impressive phallus possessed, it was nothing compared to the magic his lips were working.  Feasting on your breasts with just enough pressure to dull the lines between pleasure and pain, his tongue soothing the skin felt like utter bliss.  As were his words.

Dripping with honey and whispered out between bites and moans, the professions of love, praise and plans for your future together did far more in this moment to turn you on really than anything his physical form was capable of.  It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.  Continuing to gaze into his eyes now as you felt your body moving ever closer to that elusive release you thought would never come, Sam stalled his hips just long enough to whisper those three little words that sent a flutter straight to your heart as your walls contracted and tried to pull him deeper.

"I offer freedom," and with that he kissed you deeper than he had before, brought your interlocked hands closer together and pounded into you with such abandon now that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.  And yet you still didn't feel pain.  There was nothing but love and pleasure and as both of you finally reached the precipice and leapt forwards together there was a strange sense of completeness.  Of being whole.

Continuing then to kiss you through your orgasms as wave after wave of warm cum flooded your insides and reached the sheets as Sam had earlier promised, your eyes closing on this liberating experience shut out any words he murmured as sleep dragged you into its welcoming embrace.

Opening your eyes on the world again and almost crying out from the loss of the dream that was both bizarrely weird yet oddly satisfying, you snuggled deeper into the soft sheets to hold onto the memory a little while longer.  For you didn't want it to disappear.  Someone had wanted to worship you.  To love you, provide for you and show you that their world began and ended with you.  But of course that only proved it had to vanish.  Work wouldn't wait, wouldn't give you what you most craved.

Groaning in frustration now as you resigned yourself to heading back to the daily grind, a hand appearing from behind you and resting across your stomach brought your focus squarely and securely on the other half of the bed however.  For it seemed you weren't alone.  Frantically wondering what to do now in regards to fight, flight or simply screaming your lungs out like the damsel did in every single horror movie you had ever watched, turning slowly now to assess the situation brought a whole new shocking and wondrous revelation to your unbelieving eyes.  The dream it seemed was real.

Laying beside you now, his hand still resting where it had just landed, his naked form clothed in fabric and sleep, Sam Wilson looked a vision if such a thing could be said about a man.  But what then did this mean for you?  Was the dream actually real and not a dream at all?  Had this real life, honest to goodness superhero been serious when he offered to pamper and pleasure you every second his presence wasn't required to save the world?  Did this really mean you never had to work in that deplorable, dead end job again where you were less valued than the office chair you sat on?

Contemplating all these questions now while reaching out to touch the man beside you simply to further confirm his existence was real, you were just about to place your palm gently upon his cheek when you thought better of it.  This was nuts.  Total, complete and utter bonkers.  Your life wasn't meant to be this easy and carefree.  Writing stories and having your every sexual desire catered to by your very own superhero.  Never again having to worry about bills, unappreciative bosses or rude customers whom it seemed had never been taught terms like kindness or common decency.

No, things like this never happened to you and so as you resigned yourself to the fact that all of this was simply wishful thinking, you turned away from the god before you and prepared to exit the bed and return to the reality that was your life.  But it seemed this trip was only ever meant to be one way.

Joining you now away from the peaceful embrace of slumber that previously held all of his attention, Sam opened his eyes, reached out his other hand and pulled you tighter towards him.  "Now, now chicklet, I hope you don't plan on sneaking out of our bed to run off somewhere at this god awful early hour.  It's too warm and cozy here for me to have to chase you down and fuck you where I catch you," he murmured between still sleepy breaths.

Gulping down your shock now as images of his glorious erection splitting you apart the previous night sprang forth before your eyes, his knowing smirk told you he had you right where he wanted you.  You weren't yet ready for another round.  Still unsure of where he got his stamina from and how you were meant to keep up, the throbbing still present in your pussy and his intense gaze raking over your equally naked form quickly and easily made up your mind.

Now was the time to be his good girl.

Finally admitting defeat and turning back onto your side, you silently allowed Sam Wilson to spoon your bodies together and pull the covers back over both of you before closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep with the promise that when you woke again you would try employing reason and common sense to regain control over your future.  Even if the grip around your midsection solidly confirmed your plan was doomed to failure and the future he promised was now yours for the taking.

[fluffysucker]

Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

In no world were you meant to be together, but in every universe, you were meant for each other.

A/N: I present you grumpy sunshine wrapped in enemies(ish) to lovers with Beefy Boxer/Biker Bucky.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated.

Also, I tried to be as inclusive as possible. But my delusion couldn't be controlled I'm sorry.

Ngl this is for me more than anything.

Also, I'm thinking about making this its own universe and maybe write more of it. Tell me what you think

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You hated Bucky Barnes, and he hated you.

The two of you should have never crossed paths. Your worlds should have never met. But the wall separating you could only hold for so long.

The infamous boxer was a phenomenon in his field. Unbeatable and astute, Bucky Barnes held his reputation with pride. He was stronger than all and the smartest the game had. His jab was as numbing as the winter. His techniques were as calculated as a soldier's. Bucky Barnes was as hard as nails. A legend.

To keep up with the notoriety, it was rumoured that Barnes and his team were also a biker gang. It was never confirmed, but the black leather jacket he always had on, the long hair touching his shoulder or tidied in a low bun, the motorbike barked in front of the gym, and the intimidating sense lingering around him. It was never denied, either.

In the mornings, Bucky Barnes ran a successful gym with his two bestfriends, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. Both played occasionally, but only Bucky was the professional, so they were more his trainers. They also trained other players and armatures. They tried to gain other normal customers, but it didn't always work. With a reputation like theirs, attracting customers wasn't easy.

It was usually the same for nights, unless they had matches. Most of their fights were held on Stark's property. He ran an empire, and boxing was the dominant centre, led by the biggest champion. And Stark lets Bucky have it his way, just like he likes. As long as Bucky keeps on bringing these huge numbers into their pockets, both are happy and content.

So it was out of the nature for Bucky to have zero interest in the new restaurant that opened up right next door to the gym. They had their regularly frequented places. The bar run by Romanoff and Belova, a couple of blocks away from Stark's property, was more than enough. He didn't even bother to throw a glance at it. Even after he knew that the owner had come by and given out menus and promised them discounts if they stopped by, there was still nothing.

Until one night. Bucky got carried away in training. He had an important match coming up. He knew his opponent barely stood a chance, but Bucky enjoyed the thriller of the game. The sweat and blood that go into it He didn't remember a time when he didn't want to do this. It was like it was programmed so deeply in his brain. He was made for this.

Everyone left, one by one. Until then, it was only him. After so many hours, he finally got tired. He threw his gloves aside and went to take a shower to remove the evidence of his hard work before going back home. As he was locking the gym's door, he heard his stomach growl, reminding him that he needed food. He was starving. Before deciding to wait and order food once he got home, the big sign caught his eye. They did indeed have a restaurant right next door. He admitted he was too tired to cook or wait for delivery. He needed food, then crashed into his bed. So maybe the closest restaurant would be useful.

Once he stepped in, he felt out of place immediately. His dark clothes and huge frame made him look like a stranger compared to the light-coloured painted walls. Some had flowers, and others had stars drawn on them. There were fairy lights in some corners. The aromatic scent was everywhere. Bucky almost winced at how bright and colourful everything felt. This was an alternative universe that he didn't belong in.

"Hi, how can I help you?" An even sweeter voice rang and caught Bucky's attention, breaking him from his trance of observing the place.

He turned around to find the prettiest girl he had ever seen standing behind the counter. Your beauty caught him off guard. He never believed someone could be so beautiful before. But here you were, standing. Taking his breath away.

He recovered very quickly and moved to stand in front of the counter. With the most loving smile, you handed him the menu. He took a look at the menu and wanted to laugh out loud. Dish names were just as cheerful as the atmosphere.

Out of habit, you started explaining and recommending stuff for him. He interrupted you, putting in his order. You didn't give it much thought but took his order happily.

You apologised for the lack of waiters, as it was almost closing time and it was only you. No answer. With his blank stare, you told him he could sit wherever he wanted. Only then did he notice the empty restaurant. It was just you and him. It was that late. So he took a seat at the nearest table.

Not taking much, you returned with his order. You placed it in front of him with a big smile on your face. You knew right away who that was the minute he walked in. James Barnes. The famous boxer who trains next door You have been praying after your small visit to them that they would be regular customers. The business was doing great. But the more, the merer. Always. Lots of people warned you about the men next door. But you didn't feel like they were as bad as people made them out to be. You were always so trusting, unless shown otherwise. So you were happy that, finally, one of them stopped by.

You moved away, letting him enjoy his food. Unable to fight your nature, you started talking to him as you continued cleaning the remaining parts of the place. No answer again. He didn't even bother to look at you. Okay. Maybe he had a rough day. Not all people are used to chatting.

Bucky was one of these people. His eyes widened as you started talking to him. People were never that friendly to him. People avoided him. Nobody tried to open up a conversation with him. He didn't know how to react. And he was too tired to try. So he practiced his other specialty. Silence. But even if he wouldn't admit it, Bucky found your voice calming. So he let you talk instead of just shutting you up.

You reduced your talking to a minimum. Only little remarks there and then to avoid complete silence. The second time, you heard his voice since he walked in and asked for the check. You brought the paper to the table he occupied, keeping your smile up and telling him that he got the 'neighbour discount' as you called it. You almost heard his scoff as you left him.

You had your back to the door, so you only turned around when you heard the door close. You didn't hear his footsteps, and most definitely, you didn't hear his goodbye, goodnight, or even thank you. Now that's rude.

You returned to the table to collect the check. But you found the review note you attached to every check empty. Not a single penmark. And that was more rude. You made sure that filling out the note only took seconds. You genuinely cared to hear people's opinions so you could be better and have the restaurant grow more.

So he didn't speak to you for more than two sentences. Didn't say thank you or goodbye. Didn't fill in the note. Okay, maybe you didn't want them as customers if they were all that rude.

It turns out they weren't that rude. However, Bucky was more rude than you thought.

A couple of days after Bucky's visit, you were surprised to see Bucky with another two men. You guessed they were Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. The trio was all well-known. You doubted if Bucky was the one to recommend the restaurant. You weren't sure if he even liked the food. And you were right. He would be caught dead if he brought up the fairy world you called a restaurant. Even when it served the tastiest food he had ever had,

It was a slow day. No intense training or excessive fight preparation The three men didn't have much to do that day. So when Steve suggested trying out the restaurant, Bucky neither objected nor showed excitement.

So when they walked in, you couldn't help the feeling of surprise along with the tiny bit of happiness, hoping it would be a nicer visit this time. After preparing their orders and sending them out, you waited for a bit before you left the kitchen to greet them. Not before making sure you looked presentable.

With the small space and their loud voices, it wasn't hard to locate them. You approached them with a big smile and positive attitude.

"I wanted to make sure you were having a good time." You followed up after introducing yourself.

"The food is amazing. This burger is to die for." Steve was the first to compliment you, with Sam nodding and agreeing.

"You have one good chef." Sam added as he took another french fry into his mouth. "Send my regards to them."

"Actually, I'm also the chef." The statement caused a shocked expression to fill in their faces. They asked for details, and you briefly told them how you were the core of the small business as the owner and main chef.

The two men were polite, and they didn't seem annoyed by your chatty personality. In fact, they interacted with you and asked questions to learn more. And all they had to say were nice compliments. Except one.

"So tell me, sweetheart, what was the inspiration for the place? Was it a fairy garden or Disney's latest cartoon?" None of you were ready for the sarcastic comment Bucky threw at you.

You didn't let your smile break in the face of his sarcasm. Nor did you give much thought to the pet name. You put on a bigger smile now, looking at him.

"A bit of both." That's one thing about you: you refused to let the world change about you. You never reciprocate rudeness with rudeness.

"I can tell." Bucky was taken back by your response. He expected you to get offended, but you didn't.

"Thank you. It was my vision all along." You replied, your smile never leaving your face.

And that started your hate relationship with Bucky Barnes.

After that day, the men became regular customers. And it wasn't just the three men. Little by little, it was most of the team. First, it was just to try the good food. Then it was because they wanted to. They wouldn't admit it, but your place was like a breath of fresh air. Something so different from what they are used to. From what they are known for. From what people expected from them. And you never judged them, treated them differently, or asked about the rumours that followed them. So it was a calm change, but much needed.

But their favourite thing was yours and Bucky's constant bickering. Or more Bucky's. Nobody understood why Bucky was doing this. You never partook in his constant attempts to make fun of you. You always had a sweet response to fire back. You truly were the living embodiment of killing them with kindness.

However, he never stopped. Every time he stepped foot in the place, you claimed it was your biggest achievement. He had something rude to say. Something to annoy you with. Something to bother you. Sarcasm and jokes spilling out of him with no end whatsoever.

The number of times you wanted to punch him or snap at him right back was increasing. But you refused to give in. To let him win. He wouldn't be the one to change you. So you kept engaging with him only with gracious things to say.

Besides, you chose to think that everyone had their own battles and demons. And for sure, Bucky looked like he had lots of them. He looked rougher than most. His job made him appear invincible, but he wasn't. Nobody was. So he may drive you mad, but he deserves the gentle treatment you offered all.

Bucky had no idea why he was doing it. Why every time he saw you, he felt the urge to tease you. It wasn't like him. But he didn't fight it back.

"How are you, Tinkerbell?"

"You should buy green carpets. It will finish off the garden aesthetic."

"Here is the princess who got lost."

"The pasta was great, Barbie."

Stuff like this flew from him all the time. And not once did you get back at him. You stayed nice and polite. Your sweet self never crumbling.

There was something in you that drove him insane. Your warm eyes. Your bright smile. Your cheerful voice. Your positive mindset. Your kind heart. Your friendly nature. Your hard work. Your delicious food. Your colourful wardrobe of dresses, skirts, tops, and cardigans. He couldn't pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was all of it.

The deepest part of him knew why he was doing this. He liked you. He liked you so much. From the moment he entered your restaurant alone, the first time And the more he knew you, the more he liked you. You were special. And you were everything he wasn't. He thought if he got closer, he would be tinting you. He would bring darkness to your shine. A moral thing preventing him from speaking his truth. even thinking about it.

So he acted like a teenager. He made fun of you. In hopes of making you hate him. He convinced himself and the others that he didn't like your sunshine personality.

Until one day

It started off like any normal day. Bucky had a match coming up. So they all had something to do. The day was going fine. Up before Peter Parker, who was usually on reception duties, ran in and said there was fire in your place,

For a second, blood ran cold in Bucky's body. He heard ringing in his ears. Were you okay? He collected himself quickly, wanting to check for himself.

He threw the gloves away, almost pushing everybody out of the way to get out. And he was the first to see the chaos in the street. A firetruck was parked, and firemen were going in and out of your restaurant along with some policemen. His eyes were searching for you frantically until he spotted you.

You had some dust on your face and your white clothes. You were checking that everyone was okay and out safely. But you couldn't hide the quivering of your lips or your shaking body.

He couldn't help himself as he ran towards you. You turned as you felt someone approaching you. Without your control, your face softened, and tears blurred your sight once you noticed who it was.

"Bucky." You whispered as a way to ground yourself from all the mess that happened and is still happening.

Following his first instincts, Bucky pulled you into his chest, wrapping your trembling form in his arms and holding you so close to him. And the dam broke.

Sobs fled from you. Tears mixed with his sweat. Your fists gripped his white tank top. Your face hidden away in his chest.

You didn't know how it happened. You had been holding up well enough during it all. You had been managing the situation the best you could. However, when Bucky got here, your mind stopped working. Your mind gave up on you, letting your emotions hit you with full force, breaking down your bastion with no guarantee you would be caught.

But you were. You were braced by strong amrs, rubbing your back, laying small kisses on your hair, and whispering words of comfort in your ears. "I'm here. I'm right here." "You're okay. You're fine."

Your sobs ceased, but your body still shook against Bucky's. Tears remained to fall freely on your face. Bucky's hold was still firm but secure around you.

You only moved away from him when a policeman approached you, informing you that you were needed at the police station.

"I'm coming with you." Bucky's stern voice left no room for negotiation. It wasn't up to debate. He wasn't leaving you.

"I'll grab my stuff in a second." He turned to the policeman standing in front of you, making sure it was okay that he joined. And he got a nod of approval in return.

He left your side, walking towards the gym. He paid no attention to his friends standing by, who were puzzled by the encounter. And true to his words, he came back in seconds, his black leather jacket on, phone in hand, and wallet in hand.

He got to you, letting his hand wrap around your shoulder. The gesture was welcomed by you as you rested your head on his chest. Something about having Bucky spread calmness in you

At the police station, Bucky found out what really happened. It wasn't just fire. It was a robbery. A bunch of armed men attacked your restaurant, demanding money from you and all the people inside. As you are trying to handle the situation without panicking more, it was discovered that one of the customers was a cop, which sent the robbers into an unexpected turn. So they took all they could from the cash register and your own things before setting the kitchen on fire to run away without being caught.

Between talking with the insurance company, the bank, and watching security footage from your restaurants and the street, you spent the rest of the day in the station.

And Bucky didn't leave your side for a second of it.

He didn't leave you until you both got out of the cap in front of your apartment. And he didn't leave until he made sure you got inside safely.

Something about you being hurt sent Bucky into a spiral. Who was heartless enough to hurt such a sweet soul as you? To look at you and not want to give you everything? Bucky would never know. All he knew was that he never wanted to see you so afraid and shaken like today. To not see your smile lighting up your face. So he would do whatever it took to make sure you were always fine.

Which was why you found him by your building the first thing in the morning.

"You have lots of places to go today. Said I would join you."

And up until you were handed the keys to your restaurant brand new after the insurance company had finished the repairs, Bucky didn't leave you. He was always there. Helping you finish papers, going to the police station to identify the robbers, and buying new stuff for the restaurants. Everything. He was there for everything.

And you had to admit. It was lovely to have him. A helping hand you needed. Physically and emotionally. Someone to share this unfortunate journey with. And Bucky didn't bother it for a bit. And you appreciated having him.

So, it only felt right for him to be your first order after the reopening.

The truth was, you never hated Bucky, no matter how much you tried. His huge form, his steel blue eyes, his signature stare, his playful smirk. They all made you feel something. He made you feel something you couldn't quite understand. But it was a pleasant something. He annoyed you so much, but you never took it too seriously. Maybe he hated you, but you didn't.

Now, you didn't need him. You were ready to carry on with your life. He didn't know how to get back to normal. He couldn't. He couldn't pretend you didn't make his heart beat faster. You made his days better. But he was so unworthy of you. And he knew you could never look at him. Maybe you hated him, but he didn't.

He tried to get back to his life. Only training and matches. Only visiting your place with the others who quickly figured out what was happening. He needed to get you out of his mind. That lasted for two days.

When Bucky was closing the gym, he heard something coming from your restaurant. With a frown, he moved to see you still inside. He looked at his watch to check the time again. It was indeed late.

"What are you doing?" He didn't bother with greetings as he entered.

"Hi, Bucky." Your cheerful voice rang through the empty place.

"What are you doing?" He repeated his question, looking at the paper in front of you.

"I'm sending out advertisements and deal offerings to different places." You answered him with a smile.

"Sweetheart, do you know what time it's?" Bucky signed as he looked at you, looking clueless.

"C'mon, let's get you home." He moved towards you, taking the papers out of your hand and putting them down without messing them.

"But I have a lot to do." You tried to protest as he gathered your stuff and helped you out.

"It will still be here in the morning." And he was having none of it.

"I need to get the business going." You added.

"You can do that in the morning, too." Bucky led you out of the restaurant in spite of your complaining.

He took the key from your hand and handed it back to you after he closed up. You expected him to move away, but he didn't.

"How are you going to get home?" He hoped you wouldn't give him the answer he had in mind.

"It's not very far. I was going to walk." And it was it.

Do you not care about your safety, or do you think you are James Bond?

Bucky had to bite his tongue and not scold you right on the spot. He knew you were stressed about the business, so he didn't want to add more.

"Great. I was going somewhere there, too. Let me walk."

"You were?" You questioned him, not believing him, but he nodded quickly.

As a matter of fact, Bucky didn't have anywhere to go other than collapsing on his bed. But over his dead body were you going to walk back home alone in this hour

"Lead the way, princess." The return of the name, but a smile on your face. He may mean it as an insult. You didn't care. It sounded good coming from him.

And the two of you walked.

And somehow, without planning, it became a routine.

Bucky would finish at the gym and come straight to the restaurant. It didn't matter whether it was late or not. He would get in and wait till you were done with the day. Then he would walk you home. Sometimes, he would help with stuff, but most times, you would make him sit down and bring him tonnes of food you prepared just for him.

"You train so hard. Don't want to burn these muscles. Eat and rest."

You weren't stupid. You knew he had nothing to do with where you were living. Yet he still chose to go out of his way, walk you home, and wait until you got in. He was taking care of you. So you wanted to take care of him too.

It felt strange to Bucky. Nobody made sure if he was eating well enough, drinking enough water, and resting enough. Nobody ever did. Everybody treated him like he was a machine. Like he He needed nothing.

Then there you were. Feeding him with delicious food. Letting him relax. Laughing at his jokes. Your hands grazing softly. It was all foreign to him, but very welcome. And he was getting attached. He knew it. How could he not?

He had the sweetest and most loving person on the planet, showing him attention and care.

Bucky counted the minutes until he could be with you. Until he could walk you home, it would be just the two of you. You did most of the talking, telling him about your day or an interesting story you heard. He would tell you briefly about his day.

He loved listening to you. Every detail you shared with him. You were the first in his life to be carefree around him other than his family. You didn't let his stiff demeanour affect your friendly one.

The extra time he spent back to his place from yours didn't bother him in the slightest. He found it reassuring that he knew for sure you were safe at home. It was all worth it.

Every single one of Bucky's friends knew what was happening from the moment he asked to postpone a match to go somewhere with you when you're repairing the restaurant. And it became so clear when he stopped hanging out at Natasha's bar after matches, claiming he was tired. But, in truth, he only wanted to be with you. And the days he knew he couldn't turn it down, especially after a grand victory, he would be glued to his phone until you texted him that you were home. Then he may start celebrating.

Bucky almost punched Steve in the face when he brought up inviting you to one of the matches, or at least to hang out with the whole team at Natasha's bar. Bucky wanted you nowhere near this world. He couldn't imagine you watching him while he was fighting. You would never look at him again. Yes, you were kind, but in the ring, he was a beast. You didn't deserve to see how bad he could be.

That's why he never acted on his feelings for you. He knew he was falling for you. He knew from the start. But you deserved better. So much better.

Your radiant nature had no place near him.

He even tried to stop seeing you, feeling guilty for ever getting close to you. But he failed miserably. You gave him something nobody did. A light in the darkness.

So he bottled it and felt grateful that you even let him be your friend. Or whatever you were.

Before a fact came crushing. You were single.

The days following matches were usually very slow. So he left earlier than usual just to come and wait for you. As long as you wanted. He had a bandage on his forehead and a compression bandage around his hand.

Sometimes you forget what his job was. Until he shows up bruised and bandaged like this. You knew he was strong enough to handle himself. He was the best in the game. But you couldn't help the twinge of your heart at the thought of him hurt.

So you prepared extra food and drinks for him. Once it was evening, you kept your best table for him. You even brought the air freshener with the scent; he commented once that he liked it. Everything to help him relax.

You kept telling yourself you were only doing this because he liked to help everyone. But you knew it was very different. He was very different.

So when he stepped in, your big smile got bigger.

You tried to come and talk with him whenever you could, but it was a busy day. He had no problem. He enjoyed watching you work. You were so dedicated and smart. He wanted you to be the most successful chef and owner in the world.

But maybe he shouldn't have been watching. He should have paid attention to anything else. So he wouldn't have seen the man who had been flirting with you since he walked in.

It was taking everything in Bucky to not get up and throw the guy away. But he heard it. Your answer to his question "Yes, I'm single." And he was reminded of the cruelty of the world. You weren't his. He shouldn't be jealous. He shouldn't have been biting the inside of his mouth when the guy tried to touch your hand as you handed him his bill.

And he most definitely shouldn't be feeling like crying and burning down the world when the guy asked you out and left his number.

Wasn't that what he wanted? For you to have better than him. To have someone who wasn't surrounded by blood and pain. Someone who wouldn't defile your glimmer That guy looked decent enough. Maybe that was your chance to find love.

However, he wanted to tear that paper to pieces. He wanted to punch the guy for asking his girl. But you weren't his girl.

Bucky was conflicted by his emotions. He didn't know what to feel or how to think. So he did the thing he was the best at. He stayed silent.

You noticed right away the change in his mood. He wasn't the most talkative person, but this silence was different. He looked like he was somewhere else. Somewhere, that wasn't so nice.

"Are you sure that you are fine?" You asked as you came to a stop in front of your building.

You only got a nod as an answer.

"You know you can tell me anything. I'm always going to be here."

Your words finally made him look at you after you left the restaurant.

"You are?" His hesitant tone made you frown.

"Of course." You answered very quickly.

"Are you going to go out with this guy?" It was quiet; you almost missed it, but you didn't.

Bucky didn't know what happened. He promised himself he wouldn't bring it up. It had nothing to do with him. But he couldn't. It fell from him.

"Do you want me to?" Your reply was something he didn't expect at all.

You couldn't say you weren't disappointed when Bucky did nothing when the guy started flirting with you. You didn't know what you wanted him to do. But you wanted him to do something.

Instinctively, Bucky moved closer to you, standing right in front of you.

"No, I don't want to."

"Tell me why I shouldn't go out with him."

The space between the two of you was almost nonexistent. You were so close to each other. His blue eyes piercing into yours. His eyes were filled with something so warm that you couldn't quite figure it out.

Bucky didn't know how to answer your question. Why didn't he want you to go out with the guy? Well, he didn't want you to go out with any guy. So he threw caution to the wind and followed his heart.

You almost tripped, but his hands on your waist steadied you. The feeling of his lips on yours was something out of the world. His lips were a bit bruised, but they were soft. It was all so good that your mind stopped working.

Bucky was about to pull away and apologise profoundly when you didn't kiss him back. As he was about to move, your hands wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissing him.

The kiss was gentle, and it was filled with emotions. Loving ones. It sent electricity through your bodies. It spread warmth all over you.

Your need for oxygen made you break the kiss, hands still around each other, eyes only looking at each other.

"I thought you hated me."

"Never did. Not for a second, princess."

Bucky's lips smashed against yours once again. And it was like every piece was falling into its place. The puzzle was completed. The rainbow after the rain

You were the shining star in Bucky's dark sky. He may not deserve you, but he was going to do everything in his power to get you to shine more.

Because you were made for each other.

[late-to-the-party-81]

'Challenge Yourself' Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Drabble (ish) requests received

Nudges 🌑(ish) 🍆

College Bucky x Soft!Dark! Professor Reader

Bruises 😭 🥰

Steve x Agent reader

Unconventional Alterations 🥰

Steven Grant x colleague reader (plus special guest stars)

In the middle of the night 🥰 🌶

Stucky x Agent reader

Plum Crumble 🥰🌶

Bucky x girlfriend reader

Let's (never) speak of this again 🥰🍆

Sam Wilson x agent reader

Shallow(s) 😭 🥰

Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen 🥰🍆

Bucky x girlfriend reader

Going down 🍆

MeanDom! Steve x Shield Administrator and Brat! Reader (ILYTHIHY)

Satin and Lace for my lover 🌶

Nick Fowler x Bratty Sugar Baby reader

Shut up and drive 🍆

Stucky x Agent reader

He was a Grump, She was Sunshine 🥰

Bucky x Reader

‘Challenge Yourself’ Entries

Under Your Skin by @jobean12-blog 🥰

Eddie Munson x reader (Tattoo!Artist!Eddie AU)

Pole to Pole by me 😭 🥰

Firefighter Curtis Everett x Curvy! Female Reader

Perfect to me by @writing-for-marvel 😭🥰

Groomsman Sam Wilson x Bridesmaid female reader

This lovely night 🥰by @onceuponastory

Cap! Sam Wilson x Female reader

Traitor?😭 by @nekoannie-chan

Cap! Steve Rogers x Hydra! Female Reader

Found 😭🥰 by @doasyoudesireandlive

Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

[buckthegrump]

Where You Go - 1

After a run-in with some hitmen, you find yourself with a new protection detail.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of violence, that’s it for this part

A/n: (Infinity War/ Endgame who?) if you want to be tagged please look at the link in my bio this is for @sunmoonandbucky ‘s writing challenge

It’d been a while since Y/n had been in the game. 

She’d been a teacher for about five years now, and she loved every minute of it. At first, she thought she was going to hate teaching high school, but it was the only job she could find, and she ended up loving it. Surprisingly, her students were kind and funny. Sure every once in a while there would be a student who was king of a dick, but those were few and far between.

But something happened two weeks before the new school year started. She was on her way home from the book store after trying to find books for her students to read that would actually be interesting and had a run-in with a few hooligans who were hired to go after her.

And as luck would have it, some of the earth’s mightiest heroes were around to save her from said hooligans.

Which is how she ended up at the Avengers’ compound answering questions asked by Sam Wilson who’d recently become Captain America after Steve said that he wanted to step away from the hero life.

“So you don’t know who attacked you?” Sam asked for about the millionth time.

“No,” Y/n answered a little bored by this whole thing.

“So we’re just supposed to believe that you were attacked by the same people that we’ve been tracking for two weeks and it was just a coincidence?” Bucky Barnes, who was sitting next to Wilson, asked incredulously. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Sergeant Barnes -”

“It’s Bucky,” he corrected.

“- but I can’t think of any reason as to why these men attacked me.” Y/n stared at them with wide eyes.

She was lying through her teeth, but she’d gotten really good at lying. To the point where even a super-soldier who was expertly trained in reading body language believed her. To be fair to Y/n, she had done anything in recent years to warrant an attack so she was just going to continue to live her life as if she’d always been just a civilian.

But that’s the short-ish version of how Bucky Barnes became a history teacher. Well, that’s the real reason, because he was undercover to protect Y/n while the rest of the team worked to find out who’d sent the hooligans. Y/n had told them they could’ve just used her as bait, but that suggestion was shot down pretty quickly. 

The reason that everyone else heard was that Bucky Barnes had retired from being an Avenger and had decided to become a history teacher.

On the first day of school, Y/n stood outside of her classroom in between class periods to welcome her new students and some of her old ones too. Bucky’s class was right across the hall from her’s. 

They had a lot of overlap in students seeing as how they both taught juniors and seniors. 

The school they were at was on a rolling block schedule, meaning that they had A days and B days, there were only four classes a day each period was an hour and thirty minutes. And once a day they both had a free period each day.

Every first day of school they had every class so that the students could meet their teachers.

During the very last period of the day, Bucky walked into Y/n’s classroom in the middle of the period.

The whole class went silent, and everyone turned to look at the door where Bucky stood.

He’d recently cut his hair, so it was shorter on the sides and slightly longer on the top. He wore dark blue slacks, and a matching sweater that did not try to hide how muscular he was and (as if all that wasn’t enough) the sweater had elbow patches.

“Can I help you?” Y/n asked looking up from the projector that was about 30 years too old to be of any help in modern-day society, but ya know, budget cuts.

“Oh, I was just -” Bucky paused and gave Y/n a face.

“Dude I’m in the middle of class!” She mockingly yelled.

“Sorry,” he muttered as he walked out of the door.

Once it latched shut one of the female students Rachel spoke.

“Ok, I’m like hella gay, but he’s so handsome,” Rachel said, loud enough for the entire class to hear.

“Dude I know,” another student Andrew, who wasn’t gay as far as anyone knew, agreed.

“I literally have him for history right before this class,” Mary a girl in the back said and fanned herself, “like, I don’t mean to sound like a typical teenager in love with her teacher, but he’s so dreamy.”

“Dreamy?” Y/n asked not even trying to get the class back on track, there were only 15 minutes left in class anyway nothing more was going to happen.

“Ms. L/n,” Rachel said and pointed a finger at the teacher, “He’s dreamy.”

“And he’s so sweet and kind,” the girl sitting next to Mary, Ann, said with a heavy sigh.

“Do you not find him dreamy Ms. L/n?” Andrew asked.

Y/n slowly turned her head towards him in disbelief. Then she turned to the rest of the kids in the class who were all waiting for her answer.

“Do you?” Rachel asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Well, I don’t find him ugly, but I’m not about to swoon over him if that’s what you’re asking besides,” Y/n shrugged turning off the light projector, “dating coworkers gets messy.”

“How would you know?” Ann asked with a smile, “We know for a fact that you haven’t dated anyone the entire time you’ve worked here.”

“Who told you that? Was it Ms. Davis?” Y/n put her hand on her hip and shifted her weight. “Because Ms. Davis is gossip and you shouldn’t listen to anything she says because she likes to exaggerate.”

“When’s the last time you went on a date?” Mary asked, wide-eyed.

Y/n gaped at the class. “I don’t need to answer that.”

“You should date Mr. Barnes!” Rachel yelled. The entire class gasped.

“Oh my god,” Y/n muttered resting her elbows on the projector and hiding her face with her hands.

By some act of God, or whatever, the final bell rang, and the teenagers shuffled out of the room saying goodbye over their shoulders.

Half an hour later, Y/n was packing up her things to go home. The first week of school was always Y/n’s favorite because kids weren’t stressed and she was a teacher that didn’t assign homework until week two, and even then most of the time it was reading. 

She walked out of the classroom to find Bucky leaning up against the wall. He pushed himself off the wall once he saw her and started walking with her.

“What are you doing?” She asked as she looked around the empty hallways checking to make sure no one was around.

“Well, we’re neighbors, and I figured it’d probably be safer if we walked home together,” Bucky said, but it didn’t seem like Y/n had a choice in the matter.

“I can take care of myself, Barnes,” she sneered, and he barked out a laugh, “I’m serious I have pepper spray.”

“Oh, she has pepper spray,” he mocked in a low voice.

“Doesn’t change the fact that I can protect mys-” she was cut off by Bucky, who turned and got closer to her, causing her to be backed her into some lockers. He put his right hand on the locker next to her head.

“Listen to me, sweetheart -”

“Sweetheart?” Y/n raised an eyebrow at the sergeant. She tried to ignore the fact that in that position, he was incredibly sexy, but she’s only human.

“You were attacked, we don’t know who sent them, and we don’t know what they want with you. So until the threat is neutralized, I’ll walk you to and from work and keep a close eye on you. Where you go, I go. Got it?”

“You sound like a stalker,” Y/n answered, and Bucky sighed heavily.

Y/n smirked as Bucky began walking away. She might be stuck with him basically being her bodyguard but boy, was she gonna have so much fun with this.

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Changing (10)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, X-MEN, DEADPOOL

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  Sequel to Name Calling

After merging with your bloodthirsty alternate personality things start getting a little dicey. You’ve got two decades worth of anger to sort through, a feral mutation to figure out how to live with, a biological father who you hate trying to teach you control and if your wedding planner suggests teal for the bridesmaids again you might just eat her liver.

Luckily you have Bucky Barnes by your side, helping you figure things out. What Bucky doesn’t know is that you have found an outlet for the uncontrollable rage, one that absolutely nobody can know about. If your friends and family knew that you were out slaughtering people in the dead of night while they slept, they might be a little annoyed. Wade Wilson is happy to keep your secret though, so long as you keep bribing him with Mexican food. 

For as long as you could remember, all you had wanted was to be good. Now you’re seeing the temptation in the darkness.

Chapter Ten - Adventuredome 

“Stark Party.” Darcy announced to the receptionist as soon as you were dragged into the hotel.  

“I’m getting married in two days!” You had been saying that sentence on repeat for the past hour, always accompanied by a giddy smile.

“Congratulations Miss Stark and thank you for choosing The Hard Rock Hotel for your hen party celebrations. We have you booked in The Presidential Suite.”The receptionist told you with a friendly smile.

A collection of staff descended on you, leading you and your hen party up to the lavish suite. As soon as they were gone and it was just you and your friends you sat down on a chair with a huge grin.

“I’m getting married...”

“In two days, we know!” They all said in unison.

“Leave her alone, she’s happy.” Pepper said in your defence.

“Meh, she’s sappy.” Darcy said, hitting the minbar.

“Oh Champagne!”She exclaimed.

“No, we have an itinerary!” Sam said, snatching it off of her.

“Hand over the bubbles and nobody gets hurt bird boy!”Darcy snapped.

You drowned out the sounds of their argument by escaping to the balcony to call Bucky but as soon as you pulled your phone out it was snatched out of your hands by Natasha.

“This is a no boys weekend.” She told you.

“But Sam and Scott are here?”

“This is a no mens weekend.” She said and you snorted.

There was a shuffling sound from under the balcony and you and Natasha looked at each other before leaning over the side of the balcony to check it, her with a handgun and you with your hand raised.

“Well hello ladies, little help here?” Deadpool said, peering up at the two of you from where he was hanging by his fingertips.

“You’re late.” You admonished, reaching down and hauling him onto the balcony.

“And you’re so strong, it makes me all tingly in my lady parts.” He said, squeezing your bicep and swooning.

“Kotoynok, a word?” Natasha asked and you unceremoniously shoved Wade into the hotel room.

You watched him throw himself at Sam and wrap his legs around the falcons waist.

“Wade Wilson and Darcy Lewis? You know this weekend isn’t going to go smoothly?” She asked.

“There’s a bowling alley in the room!” Darcy shrieked through the glass.

“Well isn’t that the plan?” You said, smirking at her Natasha.

“It’s your funeral.”

“Wedding.”

“Not by the time Deadpool, Darcy and the Asgardian liquor are done with you.” She warned.

Ten minutes later you were in the massive shower, seeing as you had been kidnapped from your bed and been flown to Vegas in your pyjama’s. The door opened and Darcy walked in and plopped herself down on the seat next to the shower, completely disregarding your need for privacy.

“So Pepper says you still don’t know where you’re honeymooning. Want me to find out for you?” She offered, digging through your luggage.

“Bucky wants it to be a surprise. It’s kind of romantic.” You told her, ignoring her nosiness.

“What’s romantic?” Wade asked, walking in.

“She’s naked, get out.” Darcy said, trying to shoo him out of the bathroom.

“Oh I’ve already seen it all. All. Every bit.” Wade said salaciously, throwing himself on the bench and putting his head on Darcy’s lap and somehow wiggling his eyebrows under the mask.

“Oh just leave him, he’s harmless. The glass is frosted anyway.” You said, giving up on the notion of privacy.

“I brought your dress for tonight with me, you need to figure out what you’re wearing today.” Natasha informed you, strutting into the bathroom and leaning against the sink.

“Uh huh, can someone pass me some conditioner? The bottles in here are tiny.” You grumbled.

Several bottles were tossed into the shower and you rolled your eyes and picked one up off the floor and started massaging it into your hair.

“Do we want to get room service before we go out or find a restaurant when we leave?” Wanda asked, coming in with a room service menu.

You sighed heavily at your shower someone becoming a group activity.

“Let’s get lunch on the strip.” Darcy decided for everybody.

“Uh guys, I convinced Sam to let us go to Adventuredome if you want?” Scott said, wandering in with his hands over his eyes.

“Well at least someone is polite. Ish.” You muttered.

“Jean wanted me to tell you to try out Canyon Ranch Spa, I’m booking us all in for tomorrow. Can I name drop you Sweet Pea to get us is?” Rouge asked, wandering in to join the apparently group activity.

“Hey, why are we all in here? WHY ARE YOU NAKED?” Sam screeched.

“Because I am in THE SHOWER!” You yelled back, rinsing your hair out and getting out of the shower, stepping into the fluffy towel Wanda was holding out for you.

“So Adventuredome?” Scott asked hopefully, still covering his eyes.

“Lunch first, then we’ll split into groups depending on what people want to do. Everybody out of the bathroom.” Pepper called authoritatively from the suite.

Everybody scattered, Scott walking into the wall and being lead away by Wade and you were left alone. You couldn’t do anything except laugh.

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“I’m hitting the casino.” Sam threw in.

“Alright. Kit Kat, what do you want to do?” Pepper asked, looking around dissaprovingly at the group as you finished off your lunches.

“Adventuredome.” You announced excitedly and Scott beamed at you.

“Alright, we’ll split into groups and meet back at the room at 6pm.” Pepper decided.

“Who’s going to the casino?”You checked.

Sam and Wade raised their hands.

“The Wilson brothers take Vegas!” Wade crowed and high fived Sam.

“Ok, me and Scott vs Wilson squared... Pick your teams everybody.” You announced.

“Casino!” Darcy crowed.

“I want to come with you.” Wanda told you.

“Sorry Kotoynok, I’m with the boys.” Natasha said, looking excited about the prospective casino trip. By excited you mean her face betrayed nothing at all and you had a feeling she was going to bankrupt the casino at the Poker Table.

“I’m not too fond of cards, I’ll take the roller-coasters.” Rouge decided.

“Alright, we’ll all meet back at the room at 6pm to get ready.” Pepper announced.

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 Adventuredome was a jam packed room filled with excited crowds and screeching children. As soon as you walked in you were assaulted by a symphony of noises and smells that had you recoiling while your senses readjusted.

You, Scott and Pepper had a three way argument about who would pay for the wristbands, Scott wanted to get them because it was his idea, Pepper wanted to get them on Tony’s card and you kind of just wanted to win the argument. The three of you were quickly shut up when Wanda came back with the wristbands.

“Sneaky witch.” You grumbled as she slipped yours onto your wrist.

“Who wants to do the Bank Heist Laser Challenge with me?” Scott asked gleefully and dragging you towards it before you could answer.

You managed to snatch Wanda’s hand and three of you headed towards the attraction.

“I’m going to get drinks and snacks.” Pepper announced.

“Ok, meet us outside the Heist mom!” You called back to her.

The attraction turned out to be far too easy for three superhero’s, though you did have fun deliberately sabotaging Scott and Wanda.

“Cheater!” Scott accused when you tripped him into a laser.

“It’s not cheating, it’s clever battle tactics.” You sniggered and jumped over him and the beam easily.

“She’s right.” Wanda backed you up, sending a red tendril to knock you into a beam.

Someone tugged at your sleeve and you looked down to see a group of children staring up at you in awe.

“Can we be on your team?” A little boy asked the three of you.

Five minutes later you had your little group of teammates ready.

“AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!” You yelled.

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“Buck. Have you seen this? It’s just gone viral.” Steve asked him.

He switched on tablet and showed Bucky the video.

You had two kids tucked under your arms as you ran through a laser filled room and Bucky almost panicked for a second before he saw you were laughing and the children were having the time of their lives. Scott Lang ran past the camera with a child on his shoulders. Wanda had two little girls holding either hand as she hurried them through the course and called out to you.

“We need backup at the front.”

“No Avenger left behind!” You announced pompously, striking a superhero pose before ran back out of frame, appearing again a few moments later with two more kids under your arms and a third on your back.

Bucky chuckled as the video ended.

“That’s my wife, goes to Vegas for her Hen Party and ends up playing in an amusement park.” He told Steve proudly.

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After the laser Heist the three of you handed the hyper children back to their parent and posed for a few selfies when a young girl crept over to you.

“Excuse me? I’m a really big fan, you’re my hero.” She told you and you knelt down so you were on her level.

“What’s your name?” You asked her.

She looked up and grinned at you. You noticed the scars on her face but she didn’t seem at all fazed by them.

“I’m Gabby!” She said, pulling a folded up piece of paper from her pocket and holding it to you hopefully.

“Would you sign it for me?” She asked.

“Pepper, got a pen?” You called and your mom passed you one.

You unfolded the paper and saw it was a torn out page from a magazine. It was the interview you’d given a few weeks ago. It didn’t take you to long to put the pieces together about why Gabby had kept that particular page and you took a few minutes to write out something for her and folded it up and passed it back to her.

“Thnakyou!” She whispered happily, cradling it in her hands like it was something precious.

“Thank you Gabby. You don’t know what it means to me that I can inspire someone else or be their hero. It means everything, it’s a far cry from the cage. I might be your hero but you’re my hope.” You said earnestly.

She launched herself into you arms and you managed to catch her before you toppled over, she was stronger than she looked. Her hair tickled you nose and you immediatley sneezed.

“You’re so brave, don’t ever forget that ok?” She asked you, her voice muffled from where her face was smooshed into your shoulder.

She abruptly released you and looked like she wanted to say something but seemed to think better of it and ran off.

Gabby wait, are you here with someone?” You asked, looking around to see who she was running to.

She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at you.

“I’ll be ok, I’m with my big sister.”

“Hey, Wanda and Pepper are playing Mini Golf. Do you wanna try Canyon Blaster, El Loco or maybe the bungee jumping?” Scott asked as you frowned after the little girl.

“Um, I fell out of a commercial aeroplane without a parachute two weeks ago so maybe no to the roller-coasters and bungee jumping.” You decided.

Scott’s eyes bugged out of his head and you smacked your forehead when you realised that nobody knew about your fall.

“Are you ok?” He asked worriedly.

“What, yeah. I heal from everything.” You stammered.

“Ok...” He left it open for you to say more or change the subject.

“They have stalls, lets go win something for Cassie.” You suggested, linking your arm with his.

“We have to find the ugliest bear they have.”

“Or a normal one and I’ll Deathwave it in the parking lot.” You suggested.

“This is why she’s always asking for you to babysit her.”

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“Man, she’s gonna kill us.” Sam moaned.

“She’ll rescue us first.” Wade comforted him.

“It’s a casino jail, do we even get a phonecall? This is all your fault, why the hell did you bring Katanas to a casino?” Sam demanded.

“Who comes to a casino without a Katana???”

“They might not have arrested us if you just agreed to take the mask off!”

“You’re the one who backed me up. You have nobody to blame but yourself for this Wilson number 2.” Deadpool pointed out.

“You. I have you to blame!! And I’m Wilson number 1!” Sam insisted indignantly.

“Let's rock everybody, let's rock

Everybody in the whole cell block

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock”

“Oh no, now he’s singing.” Sam bemoaned, hoping you got there soon. Even if it was just to kill him.

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“Where the hell are they?” You demanded angrily, though the 3ft tall pink bunny rabbit you were holding kind of undercut your fury.

“Through there but they won’t let me in to see them.” Darcy told you.

You shoved the rabbit into her arms and stormed into the Casino security.

“Where’s Natasha?” You heard Wanda ask as you barged through the door, slamming it shut behind you.

“Miss Stark?” The dark suited employee said, standing up in a rush.

“You have something that belongs to me, two something's actually and I want them back.”You snarled.

“They caused a scene in the casino and we discovered that one had weapons on his person which is against casino policy.”

“Of course he had weapons, he’s our bodyguard for the weekend.” You lied, thinking fast on your feet.

“Your... Bodyguard?”

“You are aware that this is my hen party? A party that has several members of earths mightiest hero’s in it, all of whom are here to celebrate and relax. Of course we have a bodyguard.” You scoffed.

“Well it’s still against our policy...”

“Listen to me very carefully.” You growled lowly, leaning in to the nervous man.

“I’m a Stark so there’s about a thousand ways I could make your life a living hell but I’m also Vernichtung so I’m going to bypass all of them and just rip your intestines out with my bare hands and watch you bleed to death. The best part is nobody will ever suspect me of having done it because I’m a hero. I’ll rip you to pieces and never have to suffer a consequence for it unless you let my boys go, right now.”

The truth of your words was written across your face and it was terrifying.

“Excuse me? I’d like to speak to your boss, I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” Pepper said as she strode into the room.

“No need, I understand that there was a mistake. We’ll be letting the two gentleman go right away.”The employee stuttered, nearly falling over as he rushed away.

“What did you do?” Pepper asked suspiciously.

“That Deadpool is a bodyguard and the Starks wouldn’t be happy if the hotel endangered members of The Avengers by locking him up.” You said with a blasé shrug.

Pepper looked proud and nodded in approval.

“PEACHES!”

“Oh thank God you’re here.” Sam said, running to hide behind you.

“Alright Wilson’s, let’s get out of here. Thank you ever so much for your help.” You said sweetly to the still sweating employee.

Sam and Wade had a slight scuffle as they both tried to sling an arm around you.

“I think it’s time to break out the Asgardian Mead.” You told the group.

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