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nekoannie-chan · 5 years

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Love and lies

Pairing: It's complicated.

Word count: 3200 words.

Summary: What will be Steve's final decision? How will it affect?

Warnings: Maybe sad.

A/N: My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English, if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

Your power is the telekinesis and you are a mutant

This One-Shot is the fourth and final part of War, love and lies, which was my entrance to @fangirlfiction’s 1k challenge.

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The decisive day came, you would finally know if Steve had chosen you or if he was really going to leave you and go with Peggy. You had a feeling that the result was going to be painful for you.

Pietro was waiting for them in the apartment although they had a hard time convincing him, Wanda and you went to the cabin, that was where you had put everything they needed, you had hidden on the trees, you see Sam, Bucky, Bruce, and Steve, you felt like your heart was beating super-fast, nerves grew in you every moment.

“Are you ready?” Wanda asked.

"Not really, but I don't have many options," you replied.

The seconds kept going, you internally hoped he had regretted his decision, came back with you and so you two could be the family he always promised you.

You could assure that you heard how your heart broke when you saw him, yes, he had returned, but as an old man, that meant only one thing ... he had preferred to have a life and family with Peggy than with you.

When you saw it, you closed your eyes as hard as you could to prevent the tears from coming out, you felt your stomach upset, you even felt a bitter taste in your mouth, for a moment you wished you had died when fought against the Winter Soldier years ago, you regretted having fallen in love with Steve, you bit your lip hard to avoid screaming, you took a deep breath.

"It's time to go, we don't have anything to do here, we don't belong to this place," you informed Wanda.

She nodded, both had lost more than you thought now you only had the three of you as in the past, but this time the twins were going to make sure they didn't make a mistake, they didn't even care if the others had looked for you in those days.

You got a small apartment for the three of you live, Wanda and you were worried about Pietro was safe because you don’t know if someone had come to follow or even see them there, you needed a place a little farther away and that would go unnoticed, you don’t want others to find you, you don't want to see Steve again in your life or that he was close to your baby, he made a decision that didn't matter to you and you had already taken yours.

Pietro and Wanda had managed to snake into the retirement home where Steve now lived, with her powers, Wanda forced him to sign the divorce papers after he had refused, then she made him forget they were there.

It was a difficult thing because he always had one of his buddies visiting him, especially Bucky and Sam, they had to find the ideal moment where he was alone and nobody discovered them, firstly because nobody knew about Pietro, secondly because they were going to ask them of your location

You couldn’t deny that it had hurt you not to say anything that had happened to Natasha, in the end in those years you had become friends, she was someone you trusted and had supported you, although you were not sure if with the decision that now you had taken and everything that had happened in the last days would support you or Steve, you could almost say that he would support him because they had more time being friends than you and she; so it was probably best not to contact her, perhaps not to contact any of them again in life.

After the twins returned with the signed papers and handed them over, you were officially divorced, you felt a little freer, you had decided to have the baby, you would forget everything that had happened to the Avengers, now you were happy with the family you had.

You had come to think of plans in case Steve's friends wanted to convince them that Steve saw the baby or in the worst case, take it off, you just wouldn't allow it.

You had a small pastry business, cooked everything in the apartment and the neighbors were always going to buy or make orders, maybe it won’t earn a lot of money but if enough to have a modest life and be able to cover the expenses that could arise with the baby.

One day you and Wanda went to buy the supplies you needed for your business and some things for the baby, Pietro had stayed in case more orders arrived, not counting that you told him you wanted it to be a girls’ day.

However, you didn’t expect to meet Sam, Tony, and Natasha in the mall, the first two seemed annoying when they saw you, not more when they saw your belly of almost five months.

"I can't believe you forgot Steve so quickly," Tony said.

"It looked like you were a good girl, so quickly you got another one," Sam said.

"You didn't want to support him with his decision, why did you run away?" Stark scoffed.

"I can't believe you support her, Maximoff, either," Sam complained.

They kept telling you things to hurt you, except Natasha, who seemed dismayed at your state as if she couldn't process exactly what was happening, you had stopped listening to them, you reacted when you saw that Wanda was going to defend you.

"Not worth it," you said.

"I think they don't know what happened," you told her mentally.

Wanda saw you if that was true, then how the others were behaving made sense, the two of you chose to take care that they didn’t follow them, it was not worth it, in the end, Steve didn’t even tell them the truth if they were to find out they would continue defending him as until now?

As soon as you arrived at the department they told him what happened to Pietro.

"Did they defend him?" Pietro asked implausibly.

"If you didn't tell them the truth, they may think that we just ran away," Wanda continued.

"They didn't even know about the baby's existence," you said.

"It seems not," said Wanda.

"I will clarify things, this cannot be so," Pietro said very confidently.

"Pietro, they don't know about you, I remind you that it's our secret," his twin reminded him.

“But…”

"Perhaps it is best to be aware in case we have to execute any of our plans," you said.

A few days later, Pietro had gone to deliver some orders, meanwhile, Wanda and you were decorating some cookies of another order, in the last days they had had several and decided to leave aside the theme of the meeting. You talked about how to decorate the baby's room when someone rang the bell.

"Maybe is Mrs. Dane who comes for cookies, it is already in the package," you said as you continued decorating.

"No, I think we better not open," said Wanda, trying not to be nervous.

You saw your friend, you knew her perfectly and you knew that something was hiding you, for a moment you feared it was Steve who was knocking at the door, although if it was he you weren't going to listen, there was no power neither human nor superhuman that He made you come back with him or have him close, although if he was someone else they could tell you his version and make it clear that they didn't want anything to do with them.

"Who is it?" you finally asked her.

"Romanoff," she murmured.

In the last five years, she had been the closest to a friend you had, she had supported you in everything, internally you knew that you owed her an explanation so you got up and went to open the door.

"Hi, can I come in?" she asked.

You stepped aside to enter, you sincerely believed that she was going to start yelling at you and claiming you as soon as I saw you, but no, I was too calm.

“What do you need?” you questioned.

“Is your husband at home?” she asked nervously.

You laughed, even after meeting the others who had a few days ago Steve had dared to tell them the truth, the question now was whether Natasha was going to believe you.

"I don't have one," you replied.

"Then that baby ..." she began to say.

"Is Rogers’ baby," Wanda said, peeking out.

She had been nervous to not hear any noise and feared that something would have happened to you or that they had taken you by force.

“Why didn't you tell him? He has the right to… ” Nat sounded very confused.

"He didn't care, why do you think I stayed when you made the time travel? He knew it and he didn't care anyway," you clarified.

"So you weren't sick?" she asked incredulously.

"No, he told me he didn't want anything bad to happen to my baby," you replied.

“Why didn't you tell me?” she asked, but now she sounded…like she was hurt?

"I was about to tell you, remember the day the others interrupted our talk?" you said.

"Yes, and Rogers arrived and Scott appeared," Nat remembered.

"Before all that I was going to tell you there was simply no chance," you continue.

“And after everything that happened?” the spy questioned.

"It happened what happened to the stones and well somehow you came back" you answered

You couldn't tell her about the necklace, you already had enough problems and you didn't want them to take away one of the few memories you had of your mother.

"And then I discovered that he didn't love me and that he was going to leave," you continued.

"That's why you left, why you didn’t tell me?" she asked

“Would you have believed me? If he said anything, probably nobody would have doubted the correct, incorruptible and faultless Captain America, he has never mentioned anything about the life so wonderful that he probably had when he returned to leave the stones “you said mockingly.

"No, we've asked him a hundred times what happened but he never wants to say anything about that travel," he clarified.

"Did he mention anything about the fight we had before he left or my baby?"

"Y/N," Wanda warned.

"Wanda, I need to know how much he lied to know if I should fear something," you answered your friend.

"I didn't even know you had fought, he just said you left," Natasha replied.

"Do you know if he ever saw Sharon Carter in those two years that we were all separated?"

"Yes, but he said that it was to inform himself of the situation and to be aware of what was happening," Natasha said.

"Hmm it seems it wasn't the only thing he did," said Wanda.

You nodded slowly, Natasha was confused, nothing seemed to make sense for a moment, nor did Steve's way of acting seem his own.

"I don't understand then why he insisted so much on wanting to come back for you," Nat said suddenly.

"Maybe he didn't want to be alone, nobody likes loneliness," you said.

"What he did is very cruel, hard to believe, do you date anyone?"

"No, I don't think I'm prepared to go out with someone in a good time apart. There's someone more important who needs me," you confessed.

"But Y/N is not alone, she has a family for which she is important," Wanda said.

You sketched a small smile that was true.

“Do you know what it is?” Nat asked looking at your belly.

"It's a girl," you replied.

"I'm going to find a way to help you," she said.

"Nat, it's not necessary, we've managed very well," you rejected.

"Let me help you, this little girl deserves everything," she said

Natasha touched your belly, smiled when she felt some kicks, she had finally decided if Steve wasn't going to take over, she would.

"Do we tell her about him?" you asked Wanda mentally.

"If she is going to help us, sooner or later you will discover it, we don't have many options," she told you in the same way.

"You just don't have to mention the necklace," you said.

"Nat ... there is something else we must tell you," you began to say.

“More surprises?” she asked, opening her eyes as big as she could.

"Pietro is alive," Wanda reported almost as if it were a single word.

“What? How is that possible? ”She asked completely surprised.

"We are not sure, it probably happened the same as with Stark or with you, we don't know," you explained.

“Where is? Where was he all these years?”

"He lives with us, now he went out to buy what we needed," said Wanda.

“Doesn’t bother you if I come more often? I'm worried about you and the baby “Nat asked.

"You can come whenever you want," you assured him with a smile.

After that encounter, Wanda didn't let you go out except for medical checkups, she was afraid someone would try to hurt you. Natasha came every day and brought you things that she thought could be useful, she didn't want to ask Clint to avoid raising suspicions.

You had been the main topic of conversation for the third time that week at the base, Natasha had already got angry, never told you because she knew about your feelings for Steve and wanted you to be happy, but she was in love with you and what they said enraged you.

"You should shut up if you don't know the truth," she said angrily.

“Are you going to defend her after everything she did?” Sam asked.

"She did nothing wrong, you are blaming the wrong person," Nat refuted.

"Then how do you explain that Y/N is going to have a baby," Bucky intervened.

"Is Steve’s, he knew it, but he didn't care and he started to have a happy life with Carter, he abandoned his wife and his daughter," she finally explained.

No one expected that; everyone was speechless, Steve had never mentioned anything about you being pregnant, not even what had happened.

“He never told you? Y/N told me the whole truth, that's why she left, Wanda is protecting her, they are the ones who need us, not Steve,” Nat said almost screaming.

She didn't mention Pietro, she supposed that if you haven't said anything about him being alive it was for a very good reason.

“Do you know where we can find them?” Bucky asked.

She agreed, if you didn't want to see Steve you wouldn't do it, Tony arranged everything to give a much better apartment than the one you are living, you would also have better medical care and everything you could need, Natasha was right, who needed everything the support was you and not Steve, they didn't understand the reasons why you kept hiding what had happened.

Bucky was exaggeratedly upset with Steve that was not the friend he knew, so he stopped visiting him in the retirement home.

They knocked on your door, you thought Wanda had forgotten the keys, when you opened the door and saw who was there, and you tried to close it again, this time you weren't going to let your peace of mind be taken away.

"No, Y/N we want to talk," Tony said.

"I don't want to hear," you replied as you continued trying to close the door.

“No, wait, we know the truth, let us help you," Sam said.

"You can't help me, nor do I want anything from you," you pointed out.

"If we can, please, you're not alone, Natasha told us everything, please," Bucky asked.

You knew they weren't going to leave, you decided to let them pass and listen to them, they apologized for everything that had happened, they gave you a proposal, which sounded great, you weren't even going to have to see Steve, they now knew everything that had happened, to tell you the truth, you were very worried if something bad happened to you when your baby was born, you didn't like the idea of running away, that you had practically done all your life, you didn't want the same for your little girl, what they offered you was more stable.

When Wanda arrived she almost took them out until you explained what was happening, finally, you accepted the proposal, and also told them about Pietro, although his explanation was the same as you gave Natasha.

You were more comfortable in the new apartment, not to mention that Natasha had completely taken care of the decoration of the baby's room and spent most of her time with you, somehow now you felt calmer and happier.

The others gradually stopped going to visit Steve, initially, they tried to obtain the information, simply to corroborate and make him understand the damage he had done but Steve was reluctant to speak, so they had no choice but to stop visiting him if he didn't care about the family that had left the others if they were not going to let anyone hurt you or the little girl.

Natasha and Wanda were during labor with you, which had no complications.

Months later Natasha finally confessed her feelings, you corresponded, she was also an excellent mother for the little girl and she was never going to betray you.

The rest accepted their relationship very well after all the others wanted them to be happy after all the things that had happened.

You do not even know if you would tell him everything that had happened to the little girl but that would discuss when it was time.

Steve didn't know anything about what had happened or asked about you, it was as if they had never existed for him, after almost four years he was tired of everyone’s excuses not to see him, he went to the headquarter, but he stopped in a park near before, where he saw a girl, for some reason he sat on one of the farthest benches to watch her, after a while, he saw you and understood everything, that girl was his daughter, now everything was beginning to make sense, they found you and knew the whole truth.

"Have you see everything you're missing?" someone asked behind him.

He turned and saw Natasha, then he assumed that it was she who had discovered everything that had happened.

"That's the reason all of you stopped visiting me, right?" Steve asked.

“Rogers, now it's too late, you missed a beautiful opportunity, you could have what you always wanted, but now Y/N is mine and together with our girl, we are a family," Nat replied.

He looked at her in surprise, he would never have imagined it, Natasha's mobile phone started ringing, it was you, you were calling her because she had already taken the time to arrive and the girl already wanted to see her other mom.

That was when Steve realized the big mistake he made, that mistake he now paid while being alone for the rest of his life and this time there was no way to fix it.

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until-theend-oftheline · 6 years

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Best Things In Life Are Not Planned

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: None really

Square Filled: Feelings Accidentally Revealed for @marvelfluffbingo and Falling In Love for @star-spangled-bingo

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: This is a written for @samsgoddess as part of my 1 year anniversary + 2 k follower celebration. This one also got away for me (clearly I got absolutely zero control over any of my characters) and the direction it took I suddenly realized it was fitting for my prompt I’m sorry. I know I messed up for @fangirlfiction challenge

Betaed By: thank you to my Ana Banana for betaing this one for me. I owe you one @percywinchester27

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You had known Bucky and Steve for a long time. You ran the food services for the entire Avengers Tower, which meant you almost lived in the building. They actually did, so, you had been bound to run into them. What you hadn’t expected was that you would actually run into them.

Steve at first as you had been heading out from one Tony’s many conference rooms after dropping off dinner for what had turned out to be the entire team of Avengers. You were a little bit flustered and had certainly not expected Captain America to be just on the other side of the door. You had tumbled over, apologizing as you quickly got up. Or had tried to get up. You didn’t get more than halfway before your head knocked into Bucky’s as he bent down to try and help you up.

It had been an embarrassing first meet and you had stormed off without introducing yourself or even talking to the two apologetic handsome super soldiers. Actually, you had been about ready to hand in your resignation, which Tony would never have accepted, but you could always have tried when Steve and Bucky had shown up in your kitchen.

After the first few awkward apologies, the conversation started flowing freely and easily and the two men became regular guests in your kitchen. Bucky sometimes helped out and other times the two of them just sat together watching you work.

It quickly became evident to you that the two of them were an item. More than that, they were soul mates. You had never believed in that nonsense but seeing their love and knowing their story slowly changed your mind. What you hadn’t expected was how strongly you came to feel for the two men yourself.

You hated yourself for it. You never wanted to come between something as unique as what they shared. Not that you even for a second thought that you could either. But it was also more than that. Your feelings weren’t towards one of the men. They were towards both of them. You were falling in love with both of them. Not just because they were the two single most handsome men you had ever met, but also for the gentleness and softness about them. In many ways, Steve came off as the more confident one, but Bucky was more free with his touch. He was quieter though, especially with other people around, whereas Steve talked openly.

You saw the scars they both bore in their minds and you ached for all they had been through, but more than that you admired them. You admired them for still being kind-hearted and loving men when the world has done its darndest to twist them into something they weren’t. Bucky especially, but Steve as well in many ways.

What you certainly hadn’t been prepared for, was how open mouthed you had been yourself when you had consumed a few beers celebrating a job well done after one of Tony’s extravagant celebrations. The two boys had fled to your kitchen as soon as your staff had gone home for the night and you had been drinking alone with them. Laughing and dancing around the room much to their amusement.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but in your buzz and while being completely caught up in the moment of being spun between the two gorgeous men dancing with you in your empty kitchen, a confession of love had fallen from your lips. You instantly slapped your hands over your mouth staring at the two men for a few seconds. They had looked like two deers caught in the headlight of a car and you had fled. Completely ignoring their calls of your name as you sped out of the kitchen, into the street and jumping into the nearest taxi with tears falling silently down your cheeks all the way home. You had been so sure you had ruined the best friendships you had ever had that night. You were so embarrassed and filled with grief the next morning, you had called in sick. The last thing you had expected was for the two super soldiers to be knocking at your door that afternoon; pleading with you to let them in and hear them out.

You were sniffling, standing in the middle of the floor with a blanket tightly wrapped around your body, listening to Steve talk to you through the door.

“Sweetheart. We know you’re in there. Please. We just want to talk to you,” Steve coached, but the tears didn’t stop from flowing down your cheeks. You had never been so scared in your life. You had no idea why you were scared either. You didn’t fear them. You never had and you never would.

“They must hate me,” you muttered to yourself, as you tried to gain the courage to open the door.

“We don’t hate you, doll,” Bucky’s voice sounded through the door, making you jump. Off course they had heard you. Stupid super soldier hearing you thought to yourself this time not wanting them to have another reason to be angry with you.

You took a deep breath to compose yourself before you opened the door, but the moment you saw them standing there the dam broke again. You started sobbing, hiding your face in your hands and Bucky instantly stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. You heard the door close behind them and felt Steve’s warm hand begin to draw soothing patterns against your back as you cried against Bucky’s chest.

“I’m sorry. I know I messed up,” you sobbed as Bucky gently rocked you in his arms. You didn’t see the look he shared with Steve. If you had, you probably wouldn’t have understood either. They shared a silent language that comes from decades of friendship and love.

“You didn’t mess up Y/N/N,” Steve spoke as he kept his hand on your back, moving a little closer to you both. “You just did what we have been trying to do for weeks.”

“What?” you sniffled, pulling back, looking up at the two men with a look of utter confusion on your face.

Bucky smiled softly, pushing your hair back from your face as Steve continued to speak nervously.

“We… Erhm Bucky and I… What I’m trying to say… I mean,” he fumbled over his words until Bucky finally had it and his fist landed against Steve’s arm.

“OW,” Steve complained, glaring at Bucky and making you laugh at their shenanigans. You knew the only thing Bucky had hurt with that punch was his pride. Which wasn’t altogether that bad either since they both managed to smile widely as you giggled.

“What Casanova here is trying to say, is that we are in love with you too, doll,” Bucky explained and you instantly stopped laughing. You starred from one man to the other in utter disbelief as your brain tried to catch up with what you had just heard.

“What?” you blinked, looking from Bucky to Steve and back again.

“We have fallen in love with you too, sweetheart,” Steve repeated, gently taking your hand and turning you to face him. “We have been trying to tell you for a few weeks, but this thing isn’t exactly conventional and we didn’t want to lose your friendship. If that’s all you want we’ll understand. It’s a big decision I know…”

“You love me? As in love me?” you interrupted, staring at Steve who nodded and a big smile grew across your face. You felt so happy you felt like, laughing and crying, screaming and dancing all at the same time.

“Why is nobody kissing me then?” you teased with a huge grin on your lips, that broke into a full body laugh with the flustered expression on Steve’s suddenly very red face. A laugh that was quickly cut off by Bucky’s lips on yours as he dipped you and kissed you breathless only stepping back to let Steve, who had now composed himself take his place.

That’s how you found yourself here. Walking down the empty streets of your quiet neighborhood. Or as quiet as anything could be in New York. You found yourself walking between them, with each of their hands in yours. You were practically skipping, you were so happy.

The three of you had been on a few dates. One to a Farmer’s Market that ended in a Picnic. One at their apartment in the Tower after Bucky had cooked for the three of you, insisting you did enough of that every day. Tonight you had been to see a movie, boxing Bucky between you as he still felt slightly uneasy in the dark crowded room.

You were taking things slow. There had been lots of touching and kissing, but none of you had tried to take it beyond that. You weren’t in a rush to take things further. You wanted this to last and not ruin things by going to fast. You, however, also weren’t ready for the night to end when the two men led you to your door.

“Come up with me?” you turned around to face them and you saw Bucky give Steve a questioning look.

“Sweetheart I don’t know if…” Steve began before you interrupted him.

“Not to do anything. I just want to fall asleep cuddling with the two of you,” you reached out again taking each of their hands back into yours. “I want to wake up with you.”

Steve smiled at you softly before looking over at Bucky giving him a small nod and a smile spread across his face.

“We can definitely do that doll,” he promised, as they both leaned in to kiss each of your cheeks, making you giggle. This certainly was the beginning of something special. It might not be either conventional or something you had planned, but maybe it was true that the best things in lives are not planned.

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fangirlfiction · 6 years

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Out of Time Masterlist

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i. come back to me

ii. letters from hell

iii. the grim reaper

iv. to get me through the war

v. a gift from the gods

vi. i’m not goin’ anywhere

vii. witchcraft in your lips

viii. war makes monsters of us all

ix. knock em dead, red

x. sacrifice is just a pretty name for losing

xi. i am become death

xii. lion in sheep’s clothing

xiii. age of miracles

xiv. the devil was once an angel

xv. the end of the line

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buckyland · 6 years

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Hi Kat!!! How are you? ❤️ For the unusual ask game thing, I wanna know: number 100, 86, 63, 55, 38, 22, and 14! I love youuuuuu ♥️

HELLO MY FRIEND! thank you for wanting to get to know silly ol’ me.

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

oh boy. this is tough! i’d say anywhere within an hour of a good beach and a city. i’m happy with where i’m at in southern california, but i’d say australia was pretty fair to me on that standard. i’m sure that exists elsewhere in the world too though, but ugh. i just love the warmth and i can’t ever be landlocked.

22. do you go to the gym?

yeah, but hardly. i don’t ever go just to lift weights though. first of all, i’m hella intimidated going on my own. second, i don’t really have a set routine that i know what to do. third, i just prefer going to classes type of working out (like yoga) although i do enjoy lifting weights. just not on my own.

38. money or brains?

brains! it’s organic. like you can always grow money and replace it and it’s still the same, but you can’t just grow a brain like that, you know?

plus if you’ve truly got enough brains, then you’d figure out a way to get the moneyz anyways. i have neither.

55. what is your dream job?

the practical dream job: a licensed PT working in an outpatient clinic somewhere, though i don’t see myself opening one of my own. probably near a uni somewhere because i’d still love to be around athletes. but i’d still love to help the general population with their daily issues and get them strong on a regular basis. i would also love to work with animal therapy, either rehab on animals or animals as therapy/guide/support for others, especially for veterans and more. for some reason i’m just attracted to that particular side occupation.

the dream-dream job: event planning and management. this mix of both business and marketing as well as throwing in some creativity into it.

63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from wendy’s or mcdonalds?

i’m not sure if i’ve even tried wendy’s, so mc’ds? not the ones from america though. i feel like mcd’s everywhere else in the world have better quality and use actual chicken (but honestly who even knows LOL)

86. what is your phone background?

i don’t have it on my laptop so i can’t attach it but my lock screen is of me and my three besties somehow managing a decent drunk selfie from our girls night out from last year. when unlocked, it’s of my sleepy kitty boy wearing his bunny hat.

100. who was the last person you cried in front of?

uhh.. i’m having trouble remembering when this even last happened. i think one of my best friends who lives with me in my college town because we were going through some issues with our ex-roommate, who had been an absolute dick to me and i was re-telling to her what happened. I THINK.

that’s one of the last big struggles i had last year before i left for australia anyways. the rest of the time i’ve managed to cry without being in front of others (if that doesn’t sound too sad HAHAHA but let’s be real y’all)

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the-canary · 6 years

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Monday Afternoon - B.B

Summary: There was only one decent thing about the nursing department, not that he noticed you anyways. (College!Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt: What’s her name again?

A/N: This is for @fangirlfiction ‘s 1k writing challenge. i went to a women’s college with one exception, the music/nursing program -- this oneshot steams from some of those experiences, just without a bucky ;A: however, i hope you enjoy.

Feedback is always welcomed.

First year.

It’s that time of year for any college freshman — the first week of your classes ever . You print out all the syllabus and pack them neatly into the folder you have set aside for all your classes. You are expecting a lot of wonderful things from the extra freedom this stage has promised to set up for you.

What you didn’t expect was for your second class to be canceled in the middle of the afternoon with the professor wanting a one-pager of what does democracy mean to you?

Written outside and placed in her inbox, any emailed essays were going to ignored. Your Pol Sci 100 class was small, so you didn’t expect many would be in the library at this time — it gave you ample time to write it out and find Dr. Hill’s office on the fifth floor.

You weren’t expecting the pre-nursing and bio students to be pilling onto top of the only two printers the library had — teenagers, excited and confused, like you printing out 100 pages of powerpoint presentations before their classes started. You end up on one of the computers near the large stained glass windows, watching for a moment before going to work on this one sheet of paper.

Between looking through your social media and cat videos, it takes you two hours to finish said paper.

You’re ready to print it out when you and the rest of the library hear it — the horrible whirling from the printer as it seems to come to life, spilling papers in front of the poor boy standing next to it before dying completely.

“Sorry,” he lets a nervous chuckle as one of the older students workers and one of the librarians come up to him and ask what he did. There are a handful of people waiting for their papers to print, but after half an hour, the librarian places the sign -- out of order in front of both computers.

You sigh, unsure of what to do now to get out your paper that is due by the end of the class period, though you feel a little bad for the boy with blue eyes shuffling his feet near the corner as you get your things and search for where you can find another printer. However, not before going to the one person that caused this disaster that had been accumulated by everyone else before hand.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” is all you can say, as you stand a bit closer while seeing some people glaring daggers at him, “Probably happens all the time.”

“Thanks,” he states bashfully with a shrug, as you nod and move forward.

Eventually, you do find a printer in one of the common areas and through some careful maneuvering you are able to turn in the page before 6pm. You also do find out that the printer busting at least once is a common occurrence during the fall semester -- and that everyone hates the nursing students for that one reason.

The second time you meet Old Blue Eyes is during your Pol Sci 101 class. Wanda --the one friend you made during freshman orientation-- sits in back of you as Dr. Carter talks about the different structures of democracy and the broader political systems of the world.

“Mr. Barnes,” she declares in cold fury towards the back of the class as most of you turn to stare, “Would you mind stating some of differences between the structure of Congress and Parliament?”

Blue eyes look up from what he was doing -- chatting with a pretty girl as the rest of the nursing students who hung in the back look at him. You had a little understanding of why they did so, but though you understood that nursing was the biggest major by far within the school, you didn’t understand why they all kept to themselves and barely interacted in any of the general education classes that you with some younger and older nursing majors.

James --from what you had learned from looking at all your class rosters-- gets up and smiles before going through the list like the back of his hand. Dr. Carter gives him a sardonic smile before going on with her lecture. The cocksure boy grins before sitting back down, glancing at the whole classroom. His eyes meet yours for just a moment as a crooked smile blooms on his face before he goes back to talking to the pretty brunette next to him.

You think nothing of it, as you go back to taking your notes.

Second Year.

Your second year of classes is more easier to handle than your first, though you aren’t without your late night binges to complete a paper in the middle of the semester here and there. At the current moment, you are watching Wanda and Natasha --a friend you made in that strange religion class you both needed for course credit-- dive into their books for the individual finals. You were sitting at the end of the table without nothing in front of you as you took out a smaller case than usual.

“Are you really going to play 3DS right now?” Natasha questions with mix of shock and anger, as you give her a bright smile before turning on the little game device. Wanda simply shakes her head.

In reality, you had completed the most frustrating finals -- your general ed courses, but Pol Sci as confusing as it could be sometimes, it came to you with ease. You could remember years and theories, top it with some fake, deep meaning to it all and you did well in filling up those little green books when it came time to for finals. It wasn’t like it was math or bio, which you scrapped by most of the time.

“I’m trying to defeat the last member of the Elite Four,” you whine, as Nat rolls her green eyes and throws her eraser in your general direction. You move out of the way and the three of you see it hit a familiar boy. You turn around completely in your chair, as James picks up the eraser from the floor and hands it to you.

“I hope it isn’t Karen and her Houndoom,” he chuckles as you frown at the mention of the character, as Nat and Wanda watch, obviously ignoring their finals for something juicer.

“I ran the floor with her last night,” you laugh, thinking about the aneurism the Pokemon leader had nearly given you, due to playing until the middle of the night just to beat her.

And even though James looked like he hadn’t slept in two or three nights, his comment was enough to make you laugh just a little. In return, his face seemed to lose some of its fatigue as those laugh lines come out with his chuckle.

“Well, good luck with beating Lance then,” James says with a smile before some girls in the back call his name.

“Good luck with your exams,” you answer back with a nod before going back to the game at hand, completely ignoring the flabbergasted looks that Wanda and Nat give you.

Second semester is a bit harder than the first with more Pol Sci classes than before and both Dr. Carter and Dr. Hill realizing the good head that you have on your shoulders, even though you stay silent and in the back during most of their classes. Though, it also means solely evening and afternoon classes, as you wake around noon now more than ever.

However, you end up waking up right before class starts as you end running across the courtyard to the humanities building, only to notice the nursing students standing in front of the entrance with tables and edible goods in front of you. You stop and notice the badly painted sign: NURSING ASSOCIATION FUNDRAISER.

You skipping out on going to the cafeteria makes you pause and glance at all the food until you see the small packaged meals of mini-pancakes with a side of fluffy eggs. You keep staring it as your stomach rumbles.

“‘S my ma’s recipe,” a voice in front of you declare, as you look up to see James with a toothy smile and a brunette (maybe the same one from that one semester?) hanging off his shoulder. And while the sight causes you to pause for a moment, you can’t help but ask.

“And what makes them so special?” you question, as he gives you a cheeky grin, “That I should buy two...maybe even three boxes?”

“Fluffiest pancakes you’ll ever taste,” he teases back, which causes you to laugh. Blue eyes never leave your face, as you agree to buy some.

“If they aren’t the up to standard, I’m coming back to complain,” you state already walking away and heading into the hallway of the fifth floor.

“If it happens, I look forward to seeing you again,” James grins as he watches you disappear.

And while he’s disappointed he doesn’t see you for the rest of the semester, he surely does hope you enjoyed the meal.

Third Year.

You don’t see much of the main campus that semester since you are working in an internship straight in the heart of downtown and take most of your courses online as a result. You end up taking a mini course in the middle of the semester and spend the rest of your time in D.C as a result.

James doesn’t see much of the campus after his accident during the summer either.

You are sure that the Pol Sci department in some way has gotten more funding, either that or Dr. Hill had too much free time on her hands when she decides that there will be mock debates in lieu of it being on election year -- so that the young people will be excited to go out and vote , she declares. You aren’t sure why but she has you sign up for it, though you are more than fine with helping the mock presidential candidate in learning her lines.

It doesn’t help when she ends up getting sick two days before and the only one that knows everything is you.

“Please don’t make me do this,” you groan as Wanda just shakes her head, though you might be complaining she had seen you more than once in mock debate -- this were all just jitters.

“I think most of your department and I know you can do it,” Wanda reassures you with a smile and though you don’t believe her -- you tell Dr. Hill that you’ll do it anyways.

On the day of, you don’t expect the old auditorium to be so jammed packed with students, but apparently this had been promoted for weeks and some classes were even giving extra credit for it. You took a deep breath and ran through your candidate’s lists of arguments while rebuffing the other young women’s. For most of the time, you blank out and you don’t notice that most of the young women and Dr. Hill are grinning from ear to ear, the audience is enthralled with everything -- though one man in particular can’t seem to keep his eyes of you.

“ What’s her name again ?” the now buffer man with long brown-hair sitting near the back of the auditorium can’t help but question as your voice lulls some sense of peace into him, though you are fiercely defending your stance on a political issue that Bucky wasn’t really paying attention to.

You don’t know exactly how you ended up staying in the dorms, but between Wanda freaking out over her oral exam and you needing to stay a bit later than usual for a UN module -- it lead to you sleeping some hours on the floor of Wanda’s dorm room. However, it wasn’t the same as your bed which leads to you wondering around the campus for a moment, hoping that the communal cafeteria is still open in the middle of the night.

As secluded as the campus was, you still screamed a little at the sight of a man at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the new constructed fountain. It seems that he hear you come up, as he turns around and you are quick notice familiar blue eyes, though he is much bigger and now has slightly longer hair compared to the last time you had seen him.

“James?” you question softly, as you notice that he is sitting there by his lonesome as he answers back with the sound of your own name. He ends up getting up and for some unknown reason you have the urge to follow, “I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“I saw your mock debate a few weeks ago,” he declares, turning around to look at you as he comes to sit on one of the edges of the fountain, “You were really good.”

“Oh,” you state a bit surprised, “Thank you, and how have you been?”

“Insomnia and phantom pain here and there,” he states with a sardonic smile, while moving his left shoulder back and forth. You end up taking a seat next to him. However, instead of asking why and giving him a look full of pity, you simply nod and ask him:

“So what’s on your mind?”

Your question makes him pause of a moment, as you cock your head to the side in question. James had always known there was something that had always caught his attention when it came to you, but in that moment -- you simply staying quiet and being willing to listen grabs at his heartstrings as he talks about anything that comes to mind -- his family, his studies, Stevie, and even his accident if only vaguely.

And you just listen without a word being said, something he hadn’t had in a very long time is such a huge relief as he lets it all out. The only time you finally do ask something is when he is talking about his current courses. He had come back to have some sense of normally in his life, but he just couldn’t keep it up anymore.

“So why did you end up choosing coming here anyways?” you can’t help but ask as James’ eyes glimmer in the lights surrounding the fountain. He pauses for a moment, playing with the water as he notices that the sun is starting to come up.

“Gotta be here for my ma, Becca, and Stevie,” he admits shyly, as he looks up at the sky as if embarrassed, “But now...I’m not so sure.”

“I’m sure, you’ll find something you love, James,” you declare like it’s the easiest thing in the world, but as he stares at you with the first rays of morning light hitting your face -- he really wants to believe you.

Fourth Year.

“We’re sure he likes you,” Nat declares over lunch as she points her fork at you. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as Wanda shakes her head -- you weren’t sure how Nat complaining about her Statistics and Methodology class turned into her declaring Bucky liked you.

Since that night a few months back, James had turned into Bucky as he sought you out more outside of class. After deciding he was going to take an extra year to complete his degree with taking summer classes, he sought you to tell you the news and then whenever he saw you in the library. Sometimes, you even had lunch together. You had even gone on the little shuttle for a weekend together here and there. You had even meet Steve -- an art student who was finishing his own schooling upstate. But, you were sure you were only doing it as friends, Bucky didn’t see you that way.

“You don’t see the way he looks at you,” Wanda smile, “But, we do.”

“I think you’re making too much of this,” you bite back, “He’s always been with that Dot girl, I saw them together the other day.”

“Because they’re in the same class,” Nat decides to fight off your bluff, “They haven’t been together since the end of second year.”

“Guys, seriously,” you let out a nervous laugh,”You’re putting too much thought into this.”

You get up from the table with a shake of your head before heading towards your only class for the day. They wait two seconds before they hear the sound of your name being called out loud by a familiar voice. Your two friends look at each other before shaking their heads at how foolish you were being.

The last final of your college career is on the fifth floor like always and aside from seeing Wanda in the morning, you are alone re-reading the book that is at the center of your final exam. The library is silent with the lack of students who have already finished their finals and have headed home, but you enjoy it as you sit near one of the large windows where you started this crazy chapter of your life to begin with.

The afternoon test passes you too quickly, as you end up standing in the hallway as one of the first people to finish the exam. The fifth floor was quieter than usual with no music playing and no students coming in and out of the small rooms. You walk around, enjoying the silence for the moment. Your head in the clouds and memories until you see someone waiting at the end of the hallway

“Bucky,” you declare with a soft smile, as he can’t help but return it. You ignore that he might have been watching you, “What are you doing here exactly? Aren’t your exams done with?”

You knew that Bucky had finished his exams since Thursday and he had moved out already to go back with his mom and Becca for the summer. So, you weren’t sure why he was here, even if Nat and Wanda wouldn’t stop declaring his supposed intentions since the beginning of the year.

“Waiting for you actually,” Bucky smiles as the two of you start to walk out and look at the emptying campus, though it was a bit more somber for you -- Bucky still had another semester here, you didn’t.

“I--” Bucky coughs out, as you turn to stare at him. The familiar nervousness from a boy you had tried to calm down four years ago more evident now than in any time you had known James, “If you wanted to celebrate the end of the semester with me...just you and me.”

“As in a date?” you question, somewhere between hope and despair over what your friends had been telling you, what Bucky was trying to actually mean, and your own personal feelings about the whole thing.

“Yeah, a d-date,” he stutters for just a second before giving you a bashful grin.

You end up grabbing his right arm and give him the brightest smile you can muster: “A date sounds perfect, Mr. Barnes.”

He laughs at your bad imitation of Dr. Carter before taking you down to where his car is parked. And as your college years come to an end one fine Monday afternoon, you can’t to see what life has in-store for you with Bucky at your side.

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Repairman | Bucky Barnes

masterlist found here

pairing - Bucky x reader word count - 2,285 warnings - A/N - I wrote this for @fangirlfiction 1k writing challenge! | prompt 38 - “You can bury it so deep, you won’t find it yourself anymore” (I changed it up a little bit just to fit it in the story better) | gif not mine

summary - Cold weather and an old car were not a good combination. You really didn’t want to bother Bucky, but you knew he knew his way around a car. And sure, maybe you wanted an excuse to see him. It turns out, he wanted an excuse, too.

“Come on, come on,” you mumbled to yourself. You were sitting in the parking lot of your apartment during one of the coldest winters your town had ever seen. The wind chills had been in the negative 30s for the past two days, and all your college classes had been cancelled. Today was the third day that your car wasn’t starting. The first day, you just needed to go to the bank to pick up money for rent. It was the only reason you even thought about leaving the warmth of your apartment. You called a friend of yours, and she came by to help you jump it. The next day, you went to start it again (your dad had given you explicit instructions to do so, just to check up on it), and it was dead. You felt bad calling that same friend again, especially since the two of you weren’t all that close, and decided to call Bucky.

The truth was, you had been crushing on Bucky for ages. You met him in one of your classes your freshman year (he was a sophomore) and, while he viewed your relationship as purely platonic, you had fallen in love with him quickly. He was lousy with making plans, always promising to get together for coffee and then never following through. You were a junior now, he a senior, and after a full semester of always being the one to ask to hang out, you had given up, realizing that if he wasn’t putting forth any effort, he probably didn’t want to be friends, let alone anything more. You spent a lot of time pushing the feelings away, pretending that he they didn’t exist. Despite your dwindling relationship, you knew if you were ever in a jam, he’d be there to help.

Just as expected, he was over in 15 minutes and gave your car the needed jump. You wished you could invite him up to your apartment, but you knew you needed to take your newly started car out for a drive to run the battery a bit, and the words got stuck in your throat anyway.

Now, it was the third day, and you felt ridiculous. One of your neighbors, seeing your predicament, agreed to jump your car for you. While you thanked her repeatedly, you helped hook the cables up to both of your cars. After 15 minutes of trying and failing, you realized your car was a lost cause. Just as your neighbor apologized for your misfortunes and headed back to her apartment, you sat in your car and broke down in tears. Not knowing what else to do, you called your dad. You went to college almost eight hours away from him, so the most he could give you were words of advice. He knew an auto place about 10 minutes from your apartment would check your battery for free, but when you called them, they told you you needed to bring the battery to them. When you told your dad that, he pretty much told you you could either take your battery out of your car or pay for a tow.

Naturally, you opted for the former.

The only problem was, you had no fucking clue how to take the battery out of your car.

As much as you didn’t want to, you decided to call Bucky again.

When he had left you the day before, he repeatedly told you that if you ran into any more problems to give him a call. You were going to take him up on that offer, even if he was only saying it to be polite.

At this point, you had retreated back to your apartment to get away from the cold. It was about 8:00 at night and you had just spent a long day locked up in your apartment doing homework. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with a movie and some hot cocoa, but no. You had to be a grown up and deal with car problems.

The line rang about three times before Bucky picked up. “What’s up, doll?” he said, his cheery voice ringing through the earpiece. You couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“How much do you actually know about cars?” you asked him, letting out a pathetic laugh and putting your forehead on your hand.

Bucky laughed, “I’d say a bit more than the average person. Why?”

“Do you know how to take a battery out of a car?”

Again, Bucky laughed, “Yeah, it’s actually pretty simple.”

You don’t know why, but you had expected him to say no. When he didn’t, your face lit up. “Would you, I mean, I know it’s a burden, but would you mind coming over and taking my battery out of my car?” you asked.

“Uh, right now?” he asked.

“If you can?” you replied, the words coming out more like a question than you wanted them to. “I totally get it if you can’t, I just-”

“I would,” he said quickly, “but Steve and I have been drinking for a while now, and I don’t think I should be driving your way.”

“Is that (Y/N)?” you heard Steve call in the background. You couldn’t help but smile again. Steve was Bucky’s roommate and best friend, so you had met him a few times and had heard many stories. “Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Hey, Steve,” you laughed.

“Anyway,” Bucky groaned. You could practically see him shoving Steve away from him. “I can come over tomorrow, first thing. I pass your apartment on the way to work. I can be there at 9:00?”

“You wouldn’t mind?” you said. “I really really don’t want to be a burden. I know I’m asking a lot.”

“It’s fine,” Bucky assured you. “Believe me, it’s not a burden. It gives me an excuse to see you.”

You hated how hard you blushed at that.

“Okay,” you said, letting out a breath of relief. “Thank you. You’re the best. The actual best.”

“I know,” Bucky laughed. You rolled your eyes, your smile still on your face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Almost as soon as you got off the phone with Bucky, it lit up in your hands again. Your best friend, Wanda, was calling you. You picked it up immediately. “Hey,” you said, letting out a heavy sigh. “What’s up?”

“Was wondering if you wanted to go out for drinks tonight,” she said, “but you sound like something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said. You paused. “Okay, that’s not entirely true, but I’m fine.”

“What’s going on?” she asked. “Still having car issues?”

“Yeah,” you told her. “It won’t even jump anymore. Gonna have to get the battery checked, which means taking it out of my car since I can’t drive it to the shop.”

“How do you take a battery out of the car?”

“I have no idea.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Someone agreed to come do it for me.”

“A repairman?”

“Not exactly.”

“Who?”

“No one.”

“(Y/N).”

“Fine. Bucky.”

Wanda was quiet for a moment before she sighed. “You’re still on that?” she asked gently. “I thought you let that go.”

“I did let that go,” you lied.

“Then why-”

“Do you know how to take a battery out of a car?” I asked.

“No,” she said slowly.

“Exactly,” I said. “I don’t exactly have a line of car-expert-friends here. I figured if I had a shot with anyone, it’d be Bucky.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Wanda said. “I don’t mean to be a bitch. I just worry about you.”

“Well, don’t,” I told her. “When it comes to feelings you have for someone, I’m learning you can bury them so deep, you won’t find them yourself anymore.”

“Have you done that?” she asked.

“I’m trying. It’s easier said than done.”

The next day, just as Bucky promised, he rolled up to your apartment. You met him outside, an awkward smile on your face. “Thanks for doing this, Buck,” you told him.

“Not a problem,” he said dismissively. With a wink, he added, “I like having a reason to see you.” You fought back a blush and popped the hood of your car, letting Bucky remove the battery. You couldn’t help but stare at him the entire time he worked. His arm muscles tensed with every twist of the wrench, and you were sure they were going to rip his shirt when he worked to actually remove the battery. You could hear the gears in his metal arm whirring as his face twisted in concentration. You took in a shaky breath, hoping it would go unnoticed by Bucky. He, however, seemed to hear you.

“You alright, doll?” he asked, looking up from his work. He brushed a piece of his hair behind his ear, and you noticed a spot of grease on his forehead. How did that actually make him look hotter?

“I’m fine,” you told him with a wave of a hand. Bucky nodded and finally lifted the battery out of your car like it didn’t weigh a thing. He walked over to his truck and put it in the back.

“I can take you to the repair place if you want,” he said. “They’ll look at your battery for free.”

“I thought you’re on your way to work,” you replied.

He shrugged. “I asked for the day off. Figured you’d need help putting it back in too.”

‘You didn’t have to do that,” you said quickly. “I really appreciate it, but-”

“It’s no problem,” he said for the second time.

“Well,” you sighed, putting your hands on your hips, “if you don’t have to go to work, there’s really no rush. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. You wanna come upstairs? I can make pancakes.” At the mention of food, Bucky’s face lit up.

“That sounds great,” he said. You smiled and nodded your head for him to follow you up to your apartment. When you both crossed in, you looked at Bucky and noticed he had somehow smeared even more grease on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh which made Bucky furrow his eyebrows. “What?” he asked. You went to the kitchen sink and grabbed a clean washcloth, running it under the faucet.

“C’mere,” you said. “You have grease on your face.” Bucky laughed lightly, but you noticed a hint of a blush on the tips of his ears. Bucky leaned his back against the counter, spreading his legs slightly. You, without really thinking about it, stepped between his legs to get closer to him. You brought the washcloth up to his face, wiping away the grease from his cheek and forehead. You could feel his eyes staring at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, afraid you’d melt if you did. “There,” you said, setting the washcloth on the counter. “All clean.”

“Thanks,” he said with a grin. You nodded and went into the cupboard to get the ingredients for pancakes.

“I feel like I owe you about a million favors after today,” you told him, not turning to look at him. Since you had your back to him, you missed the content grin on his face turn into a smug smirk. He took a few silent steps towards you, catching you off guard when he wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Go on a date with me,” he muttered in your ear. You could feel his lips tickling your skin which made you shiver.

“W-What?” you stuttered, feeling like a fool as soon as you did.

Bucky chuckled, “Go on a date with me. That can be the favor.” He paused. “I guess it’s more of a proposal than a favor.”

“Really?” you said, turning your head slightly to try and get a better look at him. Bucky turned you around in his arms so your back was pressed to the counter, then he brushed a piece of hair away from your face.

“I know I’ve been distant lately,” he said softly. It almost sounded like he was embarrassed. “It’s just that I’m graduating in a few months, and you’re not. I’ve been scared to get too close to you if the end of the year means goodbye.” With his face so close to yours, you couldn’t help but take in his features. The scruffy beard he had usually made him look a bit older than he was, but standing in front of you now, he looked just like any nervous boy asking out a girl. It made you feel warm.

“I don’t want the end of the year to mean goodbye,” you said, your voice a little above a whisper. “When I think about my future, I see you there. I’ve never been sure you felt the same.”

“I do,” he said quickly. He had his hands planted against the counter top on either side of your body, his face getting even closer to yours. He licked his lips before grinning a bit. “Are you saying yes to the date?” You couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes.

“I might be,” you said, folding your arms across your chest. It was your pathetic attempt at appearing stronger than you were and maybe putting a bit of distance between the two of you. Bucky just chuckled and grabbed your arms, pinning them to your sides while bringing his face even closer to you.

“What’s your policy on kissing before the first date?” he asked. His breath was tickling your lips. You instinctively closed your eyes.

“I’m 100% in favor of it,” you whispered.

You could feel the grin on Bucky’s lips when he kissed you.

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