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orellazalonia · 12 days ago

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Chaos Counseling

Summary: You accidentally becomes the Avengers' unofficial therapist, delivering unhinged wisdom that changes lives whether they like it or not. (Bucky Barnes x chaotic!reader)

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: As a psychology major, I do not condone the advice or techniques reader uses for a professional setting (lol). It’s all for speculative fun. Happy reading!

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It started because you caught Peter Parker crying in the hallway and handed him a Capri Sun.

Partially because of a real desire to help, but mostly because you just had one in your pocket. Peter took it like it was a lifeline. He sniffled then muttered, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this.”

You blinked, leaned in, and whispered solemnly, “Crying is just eye vomiting. You gotta get it out or your soul gets constipated.”

Peter stopped crying. Not because he felt better, but because he had no idea what to do with that sentence.

He went silent for ten seconds, wiped his eyes, and hesitantly said, “That’s… actually helpful?”

“Yeah,” You stabbed another Capri Sun with aggressive force. “I’m basically Freud if he was raised by raccoons and Disney Channel.”

And just like that, you became the Compound’s Emotional Support Cryptid.

By the time Bucky found out three days later, you’d already “accidentally therapized” Peter, Clint, Sam, and most surprisingly Wanda, who now referred to you as her “mind gremlin of peace.”

He entered the rec room to find Sam staring blankly at the wall, murmuring, “I am not my productivity.”

“…What the hell did you do to him?” Bucky asked.

You were upside down on the couch, feet in the air while eating an apple with a spoon.

“I told him hustle culture is a capitalist trap designed to keep us from achieving true inner joy. Also that pigeons are government spies. One of those hit him real hard.”

Bucky stared. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

You shrugged. “No. But apparently my unmedicated inner monologue is therapeutic.”

The final straw (or blessing, depending who you ask) was Tony Stark’s meltdown. He’d been spiraling in the lab for days now with low sleep, bad attitude, and a full ego. The standard stuff. You wandered in eating popcorn with chopsticks and sat on his table, pushing one of his gadgets aside with your foot.

“You need to feel your feelings, Tony.”

He didn’t even look up. “I built a suit of armor to avoid that exact thing.”

“Cool,” You said, chewing. “But now your trauma is building you a suit of armor. And it’s ugly.”

Tony froze, slowly turning to you. “That… was either the dumbest or most brilliant thing I’ve ever heard.”

You offered him a bag of marshmallows and patted his cheek. “Let’s call it both and have a cry.”

He did.

You weren’t trained, of course. And you didn’t plan to become the Avengers’ emotional crutch. But one by one, they came to you.

Natasha sat beside you and confessed she sometimes felt like a ghost. You told her ghosts are just trauma that didn’t pay rent.

Wanda asked how to cope with her past. You said to build a new house out of grief and invite joy over for tea.

Steve admitted once he was tired of being the symbol of hope. You handed him a juice box and told him it’s okay to be a tired little guy sometimes.

Every time, Bucky watched from the sidelines, equal parts baffled and smitten.

“You’re not qualified for this,” He muttered one night, watching Clint sob out of the room from something profoundly dumb you said while you knitted a scarf out of yarn you had found in the vents.

You just smiled at Bucky, eyes soft. “Nope. But neither is life, and I’m still doing that too.”

He pulled you in by the waist, kissed your forehead, and muttered, “God, I love you.”

“Obviously,” You said, already distracted. “Anyway, pass me that bowl. I’m about to emotionally dismantle Loki.”

Nick Fury tried to fire you. Twice. He wanted to submit a formal request to “hire an actual mental health professional.” He was denied.

The first time, you responded by sending him a PowerPoint titled “Why I Am Vital to Team Morale: A Threat and a Promise,” which included hand-drawn pie charts, quotes you definitely made up from Plato and Beyoncé, and a photo of a possum in a teacup labeled “Emotional Support Rodent (not metaphorical).”

The second time, he walked into the compound and found all the Avengers crowded in your room. Thor was wrapped in a blanket you made him (“my thunder cocoon”), Wanda asleep against your shoulder, Sam and Clint mid-debate over which Pokémon best represents childhood abandonment, and Bucky sprawled on your bed, fast asleep with your hand in his hair and a peaceful look on his face like he hadn’t had in years.

Fury stood silently in the doorway for a full ten seconds, then turned around and walked out.

No one’s heard from him since.

A few nights later, you and Bucky were curled up on the couch. You were using him as a weighted blanket while reading a quantum physics book upside-down and occasionally arguing with the toaster nearby (which you'd programmed to “vibe check” everyone who used it).

He was half-asleep, running his thumb over your shoulder, when he murmured, “You know they’d fall apart without you, right?”

You snorted. “They’d be fine. Steve can tie a tie and Sam knows how to keep plants alive. That’s practically domestic stability.”

“No,” He said, voice low and eyes steady. “You help them in the best way. You say the things no one expects but everyone needs. You make the weird stuff feel normal. You make me feel normal.”

You blinked, heart flipping slightly sideways in your chest.

Then you smirked. “You just like me because I told Thor his emotional baggage could crush Mjölnir.”

Bucky laughed, the low, warm kind that curled in your ribs and stayed there. “Maybe. And because you somehow gave Loki a complex about not recycling.”

You shifted to give him a quick kiss before whispering, “You love me.”

“I do.”

You rested your head against his chest with a content hum. “Good. Now help me convince Tony to install a therapy ball pit. For, like, emotional regulation purposes.”

He sighed. “God help me, I’ll do it.”

And he would. Because somehow, against all logic, you made chaos feel like home.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months ago

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A Man Called Danger 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You avoid drama, you avoid confrontation, and overall, you avoid men. But some men can’t be denied. ~ short!late 30s reader

Characters: biker!Bucky Barnes

Note: I didn't think I'd be writing rn but I had a pretty restless night despite my best efforts. Mostly just me fixating on noises and not being able to sleep.

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You idle outside the corporate facade, fidgeting, looking side to side, mirror to mirror, listening for the thunderous engine. Your grip and ungrip the wheel, unable to slacken your jaw as you huff through your nose. Your heart hammers on your tender ribs and your foot wiggles incessantly.

You replay the calamitous scene over and over in your head. Your mind sticks to the last vision; that grin. That's a promise. A man like that only smiles with good reason and you don't expect he gets his jollies from fuzzy kittens and butterflies.

A tap on the window makes you jump. You look over as Eva waves through the glass. You check the clock. You've been there for half an hour.

You unlock the door and she falls in with a sigh. "Hey, hey," she chimes. “What happened to your car?”

“Huh, oh--” you sniff and look in the rear view again. Your little act of panicked defiance must have earned a few extra scratches. “Wasn’t paying attention backing out. Just hit a fence.”

She cackles, “really? Well, not that it makes a difference with this old shitheap.”

You give her a long look. “You're in a good mood. How was your first day?"

"Pretty damn great," she snaps her seat belt into place. "Pretty chill job. I just kinda mess with the printer between endless lattes."

You nod, "sounds like heaven."

"Boss is super cool. He's really chatty," she preens.

Right, you're sure that has nothing to do with her looks. You want to caution her but you also don't want to spoil this for her. You're sure it's nothing. Not that you could offer her much advice. You were never the type to draw any sort of office scandal.

"Just make sure you do your work," you pull away from the curb, shifting in your seat.

You teethe your lip and let it flick out. You keep up the nervous tick as you hunch behind the wheel. You focus on the road, trying not to think of everything else; that man and his motorcycle, the length of Eva's skirt, Mr. Walker's reminders.

"I take it your day wasn't great," she scoffs.

You squeeze the wheel, "huh?"

"You gonna tear that thing off?" She asks.

You exhale and push your shoulders down before they can touch your ears. You swallow, "usual, you know..."

What do you do? You're not stupid, that man isn't going to play around. He's not going to be anything less than blunt. He had the gall to show up at your work. How he knew where to find you... well, you can't be certain he isn't waiting at your front door.

You stop at the red sign and check the rear view, ears perked for any rumble. You tut and hiss out another breath.

"Right, well, I know you're not really a fan but you need a glass of wine," she says.

You shrug, "probably."

She hums, "seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, nothing," you lie. "Just... you wanna get dinner somewhere?"

"Uh, what? Am I hearing you right? You want to eat out?" She chuckles, "alright, something's gotta be wrong."

"No, I'm... you got through your first day, it'll be a celebration," the lie rolls out all too easy. You've never been challenged at that, but you found it easier to be quiet than deceitful. Lies are shields, not weapons. "Your choice."

The car behind you honks. You turn just to get out of their way.

"Oh, you like ramen? There's a place that does spicy noodles just right," she makes a ridiculous gesture with her hand, kissing her fingertips.

"I can try it," you trawl down the street slowly, "is it down town?"

"Yeah, back a few streets," she wiggles and claps her hands, "oh, I'm so excited."

"Really?" You wonder.

"Well, yeah! When's the last time we did anything fun? Together?"

"Ha, yeah," you agree hollowly.

She sits up, and you can see her smile in the mirror. You sense her brightness dim just a little. "Um, last night..."

"Eva, we agreed to move past it," you scratch your cheek, keeping your other hand firmly on the wheel. You don't want to think about last night or that man. You're hoping the restaurant will be an escape from that. If he has found his way to your house, he might not want to wait around that long. "Let's start over. This job will help with that."

"Sure," she agrees softly. "It's just... I do feel bad. That he pushed you like that."

"Well, it's not the worst I've dealt with," you say without thinking.

She wallows, "it's not?"

She didn't know your dad. You're happy for that. You shrug.

"It's nothing," you assure her. "Really."

"Mom mentioned... you know, that he wasn't very nice--"

"I can barely remember," you assure her as your skull itches. You remember the bad times; the blunt force, the stinging slaps, the screaming. Even after all those years. "So let's just not think about yesterday, let's enjoy tonight."

She nods, "yeah, sure... I... I can do that."

"Oh, you've always been much better at having fun than me," you snort.

💀

The restaurant is nice enough but not too fancy to make you feel a slob. Eva fits anywhere she goes. She’s just that pretty.

You wonder if it’s just your own insecurity speaking. You’ve aged out of the years where clothes and makeup were your sole concern. You never really worried too much about the latter, you did just enough to be presentable.

You look at the menu, mulling chicken or shrimp. Eva takes the smaller menu from the middle of the table.

“They’ve got saki. You should try some. I’ll drive home,” she offers.

You look at her. She grins and giggles. You tilt your head.

“I love that look,” she chimes. “You do it really good. It’s scary.”

“What look?”

“Oh, you know, mom called it the murder stare. As much as a mess as she is, you know, she used to say you were like grandma.”

“Grandma?” You click your tongue and sigh. That old bitter hen. “Well, be glad that you can’t confirm that.”

“Was she really that bad?” Eva asks.

You shrug, “I was young for most of our... relationship. To a little girl, she was a villain.”

Your sister nod and puts the menu down. She looks around. “I really appreciate this. And I did my best not to be too much today. You know? And Mr. Hansen...” she taps her nails on the table. “He’s so cool. I think it’ll be good. And if I stick around, maybe you could switch over. Since your job is so shitty.”

“It’s not shitty. It’s just... a job,” you sit back as you close the menu and settle on chicken. “Won’t be much different either way. I don’t want you to stick around too long. This is to get you into school, right?”

“Yeah. I know but... I can work and go to classes.”

You smile, “I’m glad you’re thinking this out.”

“Well, I’m still going to have fun. You know, Lindsay wants to get some sushi this weekend so...”

“Ah, well, don’t spend all your money in one place,” you warn.

“Yes, ma’am,” she snipes back. You meet her eye as she stares. “How did you ever grow up with mom?”

You make a face, “I don’t know how i made it through either.”

“Um, excuse me,” the server steps up to the table, setting down two glasses. “Ginger mojitos for the table.”

You set the menu down and look at him, “oh, I think you’ve got the wrong one. But we’re ready to order.”

“Ma’am, they’re from the gentleman.” He nods over his shoulder. You can’t see past him as Eva leans back to glance across.

“Oh,” you swallow and look at your sister. Is this why she goes out? All the freebies from lecherous strangers? “Right. Well, I’ll have the spicy noodles with chicken dumplings, please.”

Eva waves past the server. You shift awkwardly. It’s so embarrassing. You’re just the old hanger-on.

“Shrimp, street-style for me, please and thanks,” Eva says.

“Water too, if you don’t mind,” you add. You don’t know you’ll finish the cocktail.

“Wow, that’s so sweet,” Eva sits back as she takes the tall glass and sips from the narrow straw. She hums. “Oh, it’s like... ginger ale-y.”

She smiles and raises the glass in a gesture across the restaurant. You keep your head down.

“You should try it,” she chirps.

“Well, one of us needs to drive.”

“Oh, one drink with dinner is under the limit.” She goads. “Huh, he looks familiar.”

“You know more people than me.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know where I’ve seen him,” she mutters and slurps again.

The server returns with the water. You feel a pulse in your ears. Whoever it is, is staring. Likely not at you but your sister. Still, you’re ready to wilt.

Mindlessly, your hand slips down to your blouse and you feel along your ribs. She exhales.

“Does it hurt still?”

You shrug and drop your hand.

“Johnny’s such a dick.”

“I agree,” you say tritely. “Tell me you’re not going to talk to him again.”

“Not after that,” she pouts.

You’re quiet. She traces her fingertips on the table top and she shifts. She looks around and leans forward.

“So... are you ever going to start dating?” She asks.

You blink and your lips part. She smirks.

“The murder look, again,” she taunts.

You sigh and lift your brows, trying to whittle away the tension in your jaw. “It’s not really a priority.”

“Well, why not? I’m out of school, I’m grown. And you’re not that old.”

“Wow, thanks, not that old,” you muse wryly.

“And cute men are buying you drinks,” she trills.

“I don’t think he sent them because of me,” you argue.

“Well, he isn’t looking at me,” she retorts.

“Eva,” you drawl flatly.

“I think it’d be cute. I mean, I’ve never seen you with anyone. Mom never mentioned, or you...”

“Yeah, well, men are more trouble than they’re worth.”

“Oof, I really want to know who hurt you,” she teases.

You resist another terse sneer. Aside from your father and the train of your mother’s bad decisions, no one worth thinking about. This dinner isn’t going to be spoiled by bad memories.

“I’m not a people person,” you intone.

“Oh, he’s really staring at you. We should send a drink back.”

“No,” you say sharply.

“He looks your age. And he’s not bad on the eye. Not exactly who I’d peg as your type. A bit too rough around the edges but oh, it’s cute.”

“Eva,” you warm. You take the glass of water and dare a peek across. You nearly choke on your gulp of water. Shit.

You quickly turn back to the table and put the water down. You press the napkin to your lips. The man in leather. His jacket is folded across the seat next to him, the gold medallion shining against his black shirt, his eyes gleaming. How...

“You okay?” Eva asks.

“Yes, I just... I forgot to file something at work.”

“Right,” she squints. “You’re so jumpy tonight.”

“I didn’t sleep well,” you say. It’s not a lie.

You repress a shudder and tamp down the panic in your chest. He’s there, watching you. Those drinks were his signal. He’s not going away. He won’t forget what you did. If anything, you sealed your own fate.

Why couldn’t you keep your head down like always? Why couldn’t you just be the rock they get bored of when you don’t react? Why did you do that to a man like him?

You don’t know a thing about him but you can see clear enough he isn’t a man to walk away. You can only hope he’s only in need of your insurance information. You’ll take the added fees if it gets him out of your hair.

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scoonsalicious · 1 year ago

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Unwanted: Chapter 13, Uncomfortable - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Sadness, realizations.

Word Count: 633

Previously On...: A phone call in the middle of the night sends Bucky to Jade's side at the med bay to help her through a "panic attack," which you're sure she's faking. You warn Bucky that if he keeps going to her, you might not be willing to take him back.

A/N: I didn't realize some of these parts were so short. They were difficult to write, so they took a lot of time, and therefore seemed longer. I feel like I'm drawing out the inevitable, and I probably am. I'm sorry!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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When you woke up a few hours later, Bucky wasn’t back. You checked your phone. It was well past the time you’d planned on leaving to go Upstate, not that you were surprised. He’d text you, apologizing, telling you that Jade was too emotionally distraught to be left alone for the time being, but he promised to be back soon, and you’d still make your trip. You knew the promise was hollow. You didn’t believe he was sleeping with her, not really, but the situation was becoming untenable. You’d always said you would never try to control who he could or couldn’t be friends with, but you began to wonder if it was time for an ultimatum. The idea of imposing one sat poorly with you; it wasn’t the kind of girlfriend you wanted to be, but you felt he was leaving you no choice anymore. Every boundary you had asked him to keep with her, she’d somehow find a way to push him past.

He wasn’t blameless in the situation, you knew that. You knew he loved you, wanted to be with you, but how many chances could you give him to put you first, only to have him fail you? He wasn’t doing it on purpose; he was a genuinely good person who saw someone who had suffered as he had, and who wanted to provide support in a way that had been denied to him, but he was doing it at the expense of your relationship, your heart, your fucking sanity. He was taking you for granted, assuming that you’d always forgive him. And why wouldn’t he? You’d done it each and every time before.

You got up and got dressed, trying to find a use for your time so that you weren’t incessantly staring at the clock, waiting for Bucky to finally decide to make time for you. You suddenly remembered the request that Sam had made of you the night before– that you check the Tower’s systems to see if Jade had attempted to access anything that might set up red flags.

Grabbing your laptop, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a bagel and glass of juice before curling up on a chaise lounge in the common room and began working. It was going to be a time consuming task; the Tower’s systems were massive, but you’d built a good portion of them yourself, so it was a lot like wandering the forest in your own backyard.

Hours later, you were rubbing your eyes, regretting that you had left your glasses in your room. The sun was low in the sky, hovering just above the city skyline. Standing up to stretch, you cracked your neck and lower back before shooting off a text to Sam.

>>Just ran a check of the Tower systems for Jade’s footprint.

Ole Sammy: And???? Don’t leave me hangin in suspense, Baby Girl!

>> And, nothing screaming ENEMY AGENT.

>> She accessed Bucky’s unlocked files.

>> Like, a lot.

Ole Sammy: Creepy, but not surprising.

>> No, considering she’s fucking obsessed with him.

Ole Sammy: Unless…

>> Unless what, Samuel?

Ole Sammy: Nothing. Just a thought. Probably nothing. Don’t worry about it.

>> Stop being cryptic. Tell me.

Ole Sammy: Not unless I have proof to back it up. I don’t want to make accusations without evidence. Bitch’s scary AF. Besides, she could kick my ass.

>> Pretty sure I could kick your ass.

Ole Sammy: Only if I didn’t have my wings!

>> Not the flex you think it is.

Ole Sammy: How’s Upstate?

>> Wouldn’t know. Jade had a ‘panic attack’ in the night and has needed Bucky by her side ever since.

Ole Sammy: That dumb ass mother fucker! How much longer you gonna put up with this shit, Baby Girl?

>> I’ll talk to you later, Sam.

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zablife · 7 months ago

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Joel Takes You on a Road Trip

Joel Miller x gf reader

A/N: Fall road trip, requested by @huntingingoodwill. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge. Patsy Cline Song is "Leavin' on Your Mind."

Warnings: mention of the infected, sedation Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

"Ain't falling asleep on me, are ya?" Joel asked, brushing your cheek lightly.

You glanced over at him with a lazy smile as you denied the gentle rocking was indeed lulling you into a comfortable slumber. "Course not," you mumbled over the quiet static of the car radio.

"And here I thought we were gonna have a nice chat," he chuckled, rubbing his thumb over the steering wheel.

You might have noticed the nervous gesture if you hadn't been thoroughly exhausted, a yawn rippling through you as you tried to respond. "Wh-what do you want to...talk about?" you finally managed to ask.

The lines near his temples crinkled slightly in amusement at the sight of your drooping eyelids, prompting him to gently urge, "Go on and close your eyes, darlin'." After the months you'd spent together, he was well aware you couldn't keep them open more than five minutes during long drives. However, the certainty of it gave him pause, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut thinking of the trust you'd placed in him.

Failing to notice his sullen expression, you snuggled down into the passenger's seat with Joel's jacket. Fingers clutching the worn edges of the soft fabric, you gently pulled the weighted material over yourself for warmth, careful to cover the unsightly bite mark on your shoulder. It was a gruesome reminder of the ordeal you'd faced just before meeting the man you now considered your guardian angel.

While others were unwilling to believe your fantastic claim of being bitten without infection, Joel had accepted you into his circle of protection instantly. He offered gentle words of comfort to get you through the early nights when you couldn't sleep out of fear and worry. With steadfast devotion, he promised you'd survive.

When you asked how he could be certain, he swore he'd seen a similar case once before in a young girl named Ellie. Though he was reluctant to speak of her, you learned she'd been like a daughter to him. The heartache in his voice kept you from asking questions about her fate, but the nagging curiosity rarely ceased. Only one thing could distract you from it and that was the sound of Joel's soft, Texas twang.

"Tell me again," you begged, head resting on the rattling window frame and he knew exactly what you meant.

As your eyelids fluttered, the passing shades of orange and red lightly dusted your vision and you began to imagine the kaleidoscope of color around Joel's lakeside cabin this time of year. He'd described it to you many times to satiate your curiosity, yet you still begged for more. You loved the way he spoke about this idyllic place, reciting the details from his memory like a bedtime story.

With a bit of reluctance, his husky voice rumbled to life beside you. "We're gonna follow the main road until it forks. Then 'bout three miles south there's a dirt path that twists and turns so far into the woods you'd think you were goin' back in time."

You exhaled deeply in satisfaction at his familiar tale, relishing the way he embellished the narrative like all good storytellers do.

"After you pass a rickety, old barn, you know you're gettin' close," his voice faded out momentarily as a radio station came into range. Patsy Cline's crisp, clear voice ringing out.

If you got leavin' on your mind Tell me now, get it over

His breathing hitched, eyes staring at the road intently as though deep in thought and you took the opportunity to remind him of the rest.

"The one with the peeling red paint that your uncle helped build," you added, so softy he almost didn't hear you.

"That's right," he agreed with a small nod of his chin. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he continued in the low, deep voice that soothed your soul. "You pass that barn and Grandaddy's cabin sits back there on the far side of the lake. On a calm day the water looks just like glass."

He ventured a wistful glance in your direction, eyes squinting against the sunshine as he tried and failed to picture the two of you standing on the dock. He'd wanted to take you fishing many times and introduce you to the splendid wonder of the surroundings. If not for recent circumstances, you might have lived happily on that forgotten parcel of land as man and wife. Shaking his head to dislodge the notion, he tried to bite back his own anxiety with honeyed promises so sweet he nearly succumbed to them himself.

"We'll fish and skip rocks across the lake," he hummed quietly, caught up in his own daydream. "If you get cold, I'll start a fire in the old wood stove to keep us warm..."

The serene thought made you curl your limbs in tighter, imagining his strong arms cradling you beneath a large quilt. You soon felt your body grow heavy with sleep, the soft rumbling of the engine melding with the strain of a piano and a forlorn voice.

Hurt me now, get it over I may learn to love again

A sudden jerk jolted you from slumber as the golden sunshine glistening before you sharpened into a ray of bright, white. You moaned, but when it escaped your lips there was a distinct note of pain present.

"Try not to move," a strange voice persisted as the pressure on your shoulder intensified.

"Joel?" you cried out, as you felt yourself being rolled down a long, sterile corridor. Arms and legs flailing in a frenzied panic, you began to reach out for him without success.

"We're going to need more sedation," a second voice announced behind you.

The radio was still playing in the distant recesses of your mind even as you blinked against the harsh light overhead and you struggled to comprehend where you were.

Don't leave me here, in a world Filled with dreams that might have been

"We'll take it from here," the voice near you soothed someone in the distance confidently, but it only worsened the spike of panic coursing through you.

Using all your willpower, you fought to sit up and crane your neck to see around the gurney. You found Joel's grief stricken face staring back at you from the doorway, a young brunette gathered in his arms. As a firm hand pressed you back into the bed, your strangled cry burst forth. "Don't leave me! Joel, please!"

His big brown eyes widened at your plea, helplessly looking between you and her. Just then the girl buried her head to his chest, groaning in agony. "Stay with me, Ellie," he urged as he strode away from you without looking back.

Your brain raced to piece everything together as you felt the sharp sting of a needle going into your arm.

"Shouldn't we alert security?" the nurse by your side hissed at her colleague.

"A life for a life. That was the agreement," you thought the other woman replied as your head grew fuzzy.

The rest of their conversation became a gentle buzzing at your ear as you sunk back against the pillows, the sedatives plunging you into a shadowy world of fantasy.

The tiny cabin stood before you, just as Joel had described, a path of bright orange leaves beckoning you to follow. The only sound was the distinct crunching beneath your boots, keeping count of every step. But when you came to rest, you found yourself alone, abandoned at the edge of a still, dark lake.

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winterwitch-trash · 1 year ago

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"You're dead."

Author's Note: Oof. So much happening in this chapter. Feel free to slide into my DMs to share your thoughts!

Summary: Bucky turns the tables on Rumlow and enacts a terrible vengeance against him. After all, he made it very clear from the start: No one touches his wife and lives to tell the tale.

Word Count: 2779 words Chapter Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, and just a bit of fluff towards the end.

The next morning found them sleeping soundly, Odette holding onto her husband tightly. It had to be the first night that she was able to sleep through without waking up screaming and dripping in cold sweat. It didn’t mean anything though. These dark thoughts would haunt her for the rest of her life as it seemed. But she needed to be strong for Bucky. He didn’t need to see her more broken than she already was… She would get back to her old self somehow. She just had to.

Soon, she was awakened from her slumber, but watching her husband sleeping like this made her stay a bit longer and just stare at him. He looked so relaxed like he had no care in the world. Moments passed until she decided to make her way into the large bathroom, taking her time to observe her scars; the sight was repulsive, she thought… Cuts that were slowly healing, spots already covered in that sickly yellow and black… All these were an awful reminder of the events that transpired only days ago.

“…Disgusting…” She thought, not registering Bucky who slipped in the bath behind her. He must have heard her because he immediately turned her around so she would face him. “I wouldn’t use the word disgusting doll… More like strong. Remember that.” He whispered, capturing her lips in a slow kiss, swallowing any protests that were about to leave her mouth. She wasn’t disgusting, she had to know that. But he could understand that for the first few weeks, it would be hard for her to see herself differently. But he was certain that she would make it.

“I know, but I can’t help it…” She responded amid kisses, taking his hands into hers. “I get it baby.. Believe me, I do..” he replied kissing her forehead sweetly, then going on to tell her that she would leave this all behind some day. All Odette could do was offer him a small smile in response as they went on with their morning routines, occasionally exchanging teasing words and kisses. The first sliver of normalcy after the past few days.

Thirty minutes had gone by after the two emerged from the bathroom, Odette seemingly more relaxed. Bucky was getting dressed when his eyes fell on the message from last night. Immediately, his gaze darkened. Finally, he would enact his revenge on those who dared harm his wife. But it wouldn’t be pretty. And she needed to be away from the mansion for a few hours, for he didn’t wish for her to witness his ruthless side. He didn’t want to scare her further. Odette must have noticed the change in his demeanor, because she walked next to him, a pensive look etched on her face. “Sweetheart, is everything okay?” She inquired gently cupping his cheeks. “Yeah… They—They found him.” He replied, studying her expression. She immediately knew who he was referring to because the next thing she asked was to be there when they brought him in. However Bucky was quick to deny her request because she had been through enough already. She didn’t need more pain inflicted on her.

But she felt the need to just be there, so she insisted. “I know you don’t want to put me through this painful process, but I feel like I need to be there. I want to ask him why he did it..” She explained, knowing he would say no again. “Doll, believe me. You don’t want to be there…” The brunette trailed off, his mind conjuring pictures of Rumlow completely at the mercy of the members of Barnes Mafia. Despite everything, he needed to protect her, because things would turn ugly. Bucky would show his ugly side, and that is something he didn’t want her to see. Odette could see where he was coming from but it still wasn’t sitting right with her. “Bucky.. Just—Just let Steve and the rest deal with him…” She asked him softly cupping his face, trying to appear calm. But deep down she was afraid that something would happen. Rumlow was never alone, and the fact that he was caught so easily… It could be a trap. “We could stay for a few days in our cabin outside the city?” She suggested, hoping this would tempt him into leaving with her. But he couldn’t let Rumlow walk free. Him abducting his wife meant that he declared war on the Barnes Mafia.

“Baby… I know you’re scared but I promise you… I will be okay… Things will get better after today.” Bucky promised her, peppering gentle pecks across her face, finally settling onto her lips, whispering all sorts of comforting words. She trusted him, yet this was something that made her feeling of unease grow. “I don’t like how he allowed himself to be captured…” She whispered, voice trembling. “I need you to do something for me doll.” Bucky suggested softly, foreheads touching. Odette pulled away for a few seconds to look at him expectantly. “Anything love…” She replied, hoping he’d ask her to join him in Rumlow’s questioning. But the words that left Bucky’s mouth made her frown. “I need you to stay in the mansion while I’m dealing with that bastard…” Bucky said hoping she’d just do as he requested. Normally he didn’t like dictating what she’d do, but this was different. He was trying to protect her from reliving the painful memories of that night. That was enough to create an inner conflict in her mind. She wanted to confront Rumlow herself, but on the other hand, she had promised Bucky that she would listen to him from now on…

“I promise to stay away from the room you’ll be holding him.” She lied. This was her chance to get closure… But she needed to have him think that she’d do as he asked.

Bucky grinned at her in response as he felt his phone buzzing with an incoming call. “I love you doll. I promise that after today, I’m yours and maybe we can arrange a getaway…” He suggested kissing her forehead. “Just… be careful.” She advised him, basking in the warmth of him for a few moments before pulling away so he could leave.

While Bucky was heading down, Steve and Sam had already started setting up the room, when Clint walked in, announcing that they had brought Rumlow in. “Good. Bucky will be here any minute. Tie this bastard down.” Sam responded hearing the doors opening and closing.

Steve was looking forward to seeing Rumlow facing punishment for what he did to Odette.. God knows he’d do the same if someone dared to lay a hand on Nat… He’d probably burn the city down Just like Bucky wanted to do.

Soon, his thoughts were interrupted as the man himself walked in. “I need you with me in there. Everyone else stays out here.” Bucky announced coldly. He was not the calm Bucky Barnes anymore. His face was void of any emotion that it worried Steve a little even if he chose not to say something as he opened the door to reveal Rumlow who was strapped down, yet he bore a crude smile. “Well, well.. If it isn’t the man of the hour… How’s that cute wife of yours?” He taunted, seeing the instant change in Barnes’s demeanor.

It took everything in Bucky not to pummel him to death. “So, we’re here to have a little chat..” He said calmly, wanting to make the dark haired mobster drop his guard down.

Another crude comment hung on Rumlow’s lips, but he didn’t have a chance to say it. Bucky plunged the knife on his hand without warning to shut him up. “You’re in no position to run your goddamn mouth.” He growled, getting down to his face, metal hand tightening around his neck but not actually putting any pressure on the muscle. “I would kill you right here, right now, but death would have been too easy on you. I want you to feel the same pain my wife did when you tortured her.” Bucky simply said carving the man’s palm open, Rumlow trying to muffle his scream of pain; he wouldn’t break so easily. But he didn’t know that Barnes could go to great lengths to deliver a message. “I can see why you are so taken with this broad... She was feisty…” He began, a smirk crossing his features momentarily before a fist connected with his jaw. The impact was so strong that Bucky felt Rumlow’s bone shattering under his punch, yet he took great pleasure in the spluttering sounds bouncing off the walls of the room. Nat was watching the scene unfold right before her eyes, and despite knowing Bucky basically her whole life, she couldn’t help but feel slightly alarmed at the aggressiveness her friend was exhibiting. But then again this kind of violence was justified.

“If you have a death wish, I suggest you keep your fuckin’ mouth shut.” Barnes seethed preparing his favourite knife. But what he didn’t know was that Odette was coming down there. He was too absorbed in what was happening right now. Rumlow was still mouthing off – or trying to, given how he was still bleeding from the blow he got earlier. “Are you still talking?” He bellowed, causing everyone present in the room to grow even more nervous. Things were about to turn ugly real fast…

Just as he was about to plunge the blade into his stomach, careful not to let him bleed out too quickly, the heavy door creaked loudly, revealing Odette who was staring at Bucky for a few moments before her eyes fell on the knife he was twirling in between his tattooed fingers and then she looked at the man who caused her immense pain and made her life a living hell. The brunette mobster felt his heart sink to his stomach almost immediately.

Odette knew she was going to get in trouble—after all she had promised Bucky that she’d stay away from that room; but she just couldn’t. Not when she knew that this was her chance to get some answers. No more hiding like a coward behind him.

“Doll—” He began, only to be stopped by her raising her palm against his cheek. “Five minutes. That’s all I ask of you my love.” She whispered, tracing his cheekbone with her thumb gently.

Could he do it? Could he really give her the five minutes she asked for?

“Leave us.” He finally ordered, watching as Nat slipped out of the room, with Clint trailing behind her. But Odette didn’t even pay attention to them; her focus was solely on the man who was already disfigured. No words were shared between them as she sat in front of Rumlow, searching for signs of remorse. But then, it became clear to her that he would not feel sorry for what he did and that he would do it the first chance he got. But she wouldn’t let him walk. Who was to say that he wouldn’t assault other women in the city?

Bucky decided to step back, respecting her wish. But he was ready to interfere if need be.

As for his wife, she was seemingly strong, yet the fact that she wasn’t saying anything was rather disconcerting. Odette was contemplating walking out of the room, but in the end, she just stayed there, quiet, hatred flashing in her eyes. That worried Bucky. What was going to happen now, he wondered. But his answer came seconds later, when a pained cry left Rumlow’s mouth; The next thing he saw blood dripping from a wound. Odette had stabbed him on his stomach, careful not to cut any major arteries. The brunette remained quiet, watching as his wife enacted her own vengeance, but what happened then, made his blood run cold. Amongst the gurgles and the blood spilling from Rumlow’s stomach, Odette… laughed. But it wasn’t the kindhearted laughter that Bucky was accustomed to. No. He couldn’t detect any remorse in her. That worried him, especially considering how he witnessed her closing herself off after returning home.

“How does that feel? Mm?” She taunted cruelly twisting the knife in his wound, delighting herself in the sounds that escaped him, more blood trickling down the blade and onto her palm.

Rumlow found this entertaining, despite the fact that he was left at the mercy of the woman that he had attacked. But even he couldn’t help but be a little terrified. She had done a 180 in a matter of days. This attitude only served to anger Odette further to the point where she raised the knife to end his life, only to be stopped as a hand gently wrapped itself around her wrist. Bucky had seen this coming so he thought it was time to intervene. “Sweetheart…No..” He whispered, sensing how distraught she truly was despite her putting on a strong front.

“I want to see his life leaving his body.” She blurted out, shooting a hateful glance towards Rumlow’s direction. Bucky would of course do as she asked, but first he needed to set an example out of him. “You will…” He promised her before turning to the raven haired thug as Odette took a step back, her gaze fixed on said man. She wanted to be the one to execute him, but in the end, the more logical part of her screamed at her not to do it because it would destroy her.

Bucky was boiling with hatred towards the man in front of him as he dragged the blade once again across his skin, carving him even more, enjoying another pained cry that escaped Rumlow. “Let this be an example for anyone thinking of crossing me…” He whispered calmly, cutting a major artery, blood splashing from the wound, causing even more pain to the man. Even though it was a major vain, Rumlow didn’t bleed out too quickly.

Behind Bucky, Odette was getting another knife ready; but she was making sure it was burning. Flashes of when he branded her swam through her mind, as she took a step forward, forcing the blade on the artery. “I want you to feel the same pain I felt when you branded me, you bastard…” She smirked coldly, reveling in his cry of pain. Now he knew what that felt like..

“The hunter becomes the victim.” She smiled before driving the blade onto his heart. Bucky was stunned, not expecting her to actually do it…

And then Odette snapped, driving the knife onto his heart repeatedly, desperation seeping into her bones, as she thought about the mental anguish she went through the last few weeks. She didn’t even register the blood staining her hands even after the dark hair man took his last breath.

“Baby… Enough… That’s enough…” He muttered pulling her into his arms while she broke down, although she felt relief.

Soon, Nat walked in the room, her green eyes falling on to the corpse. So she figured that Bucky went through with his plan to kill Rumlow. “We’ll clean up here. Take your girl and go..” She suggested motioning for Sam to help her carry the body.

While the redhead busied herself with disposing the head of HYDRA, the brunette mobster walked back into the bedroom with his wife safely tucked into his embrace, not wanting to say anything. Bucky respected her wish and just hold her, but not before rushing to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth so he could wipe the blood off her hands.

Soon, her husband had cleaned up and was back in bed with her, carding his fingers through her long locks, and whispering all sorts of encouraging words. “I will be okay... Eventually.” She whispered letting her eyes close as Bucky left a lingering kiss on her head.

It was time to start healing. And Bucky was convinced that happier times were coming for both of them.

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sokoviansimp · 2 years ago

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I loved the last Drabble so much! Can you do one of reader getting scared whilst with someone else and wanting her mama and for a second everybody is assuming she was asking for her birth mom but she was asking for Wanda? Please??

Mama

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary: Reader gets scared whilst with someone else and wants her mama and everybody assumes she's asking for her birth mom

✒ Tags and Warnings: anxiety, flashbacks, lmk if I missed any

✒ Author's Note : I really appreciate the request! I was SO excited to write this one, what a cute Idea! Hope you enjoy. To the other requests in my inbox, I am sorry I am so slow but I will be getting to them, they're all so good :)

✒ Word Count : 2953

✒ Read Time: 15 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

Natasha was sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by a pile of toys that you had dumped out. You were crawling around, picking up different toys and examining them before discarding them just as quickly.

Examining the mess, Natasha picked up a stuffed bear and held it up to her face, pretending to growl at you. Your face lit up as you let out a squeal of delight. Natasha repeated the gesture a few more times, each time eliciting more giggles from you.

Eventually, she laid down on her back, still holding the bear up in the air. You walked over to her and climbed onto her chest, your little arms wrapping around Natasha's neck, she couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight.

"Are you trying to give me a bear hug?" Natasha asked, chuckling. You just giggled in response as you nodded your head against her chest, your tiny fingers playing with the strands of Natasha's red hair.

For a moment, Natasha forgot about all the darkness and danger that surrounded your lives. All she could see was the innocent joy and happiness on your face, and it warmed her heart more than anything else in the world. Once you were settled on her chest for the hug, you stayed put enjoying the comfort. Mindlessly playing with the redhead’s hair as you relaxed with her.

Moments later, Wanda meandered in from the kitchen to see the two of you on the verge of sleep cuddled together on the floor. The sight was perfect, her two favorite people. It looked as if Nat was guarding you from the world, as long as you were in her arms, nothing could harm you and you’d be perfectly safe. Or maybe that’s not what it looked like to everyone, but it sure looked that way to Wanda. Maybe that’s because that’s the way that Natasha has always made her feel. When her brother died, she was there for her, no matter what she needed, sometimes before she even know she needed it, Nat provided.

The day they found you on the mission, Natasha was there to provide support for Wanda, to make sure she knew that she’d be there to make sure no one ever hurts you again. As she watched the two of you, Wanda realized that Natasha was more than just her best friend. She felt a connection with her that she couldn't deny. It wasn't just the way Natasha made you laugh or held you when you cried, but the way she made Wanda feel when they were together.

Wanda had never felt this way before, she made her way over to pull a blanket off of the couch to lay over the two of you. She knew that she was falling in love with Natasha. She tried to push the feeling aside, telling herself that it was just a crush or infatuation, but she knew deep down that it was more than that.

You had only been with Wanda and the Avengers for a couple of months, but you were already starting to feel at home in the compound. You loved exploring the vast rooms and corridors, playing with the Avengers and their various gadgets, and spending time with Wanda, who had completely taken you under her wing. But there were still moments when things reminded you of your old life and made you scared of this new environment.

Wanda was more nervous about the night than she wished to be. Worrying about what she should wear that was appropriate but may also catch the other redhead’s eye. It was silly, they’d been friends for years and Natasha never noticed before, or was it because Wanda wasn’t trying to catch her attention, surely today would be no different. To her, Wanda was sure she would never be seen as more than a friend. She couldn’t help but think about what Nat would think of each outfit she picked out though.

This evening was special because, for the first time since you resided at the compound, there would be guests joining for one of Tony’s gatherings. It was more tame than Tony’s parties are typically known for, it was mostly for a press announcement regarding a new watch that Stark Industries released.

The StarkWatch, set to land on the market two weeks from today, would be equipped with state-of-the-art sensors and algorithms that can accurately measure your heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen saturation, and other key health metrics. It would also have a built-in GPS and a voice-controlled digital assistant that can help the user navigate, set reminders, and perform various tasks hands-free.

One of the most innovative features of the StarkWatch would be its holographic display, which would allow the user to access their smartphone apps and notifications in a fully immersive and interactive way. They could simply raise their wrist and see a floating 3D image of their screen, which they could manipulate with hand gestures and voice commands.

The ultimate gadget for the modern tech-savvy individual who wants to stay healthy, connected, and stylish at all times. Or at least, that’s what Tony was saying about it. The watch would be available in a range of colors and styles, and would come with a custom-designed charging dock that doubles as a stylish desk accessory.

With the rise in smartwatches, the press was on the edge of their seat waiting to see what Stark Industries had cooked up for the market of consumer-based wearable tech.

Every Avenger was in the audience for the announcement to show their support for Tony, even you. Wanda wasn’t planning on staying the entire time but it was important to her to at least make an appearance. Once Tony’s speech was over, the crowd shifted their attention to the tables that held food and drinks.

While the guests were mingling and filling their plates with the finest catered food around, Tony made his way over to the crime-fighting group that you sat with. The congratulatory wishes poured from their mouths as they welcomed their friend off the stage.

Throughout the speech, and even now, you sat comfortably on Wanda’s lap with your back to her so you could see everything that was happening. Wanda’s focus shifted from the stage to Natasha every so often as she stole glances at the redhead. You had been very well-behaved and hadn't made a sound throughout the whole event. Now that everyone else was getting out of their seat and your friend, Tony, was no longer on stage, you started to get a bit antsy in Wanda’s grasp.

At first, you were just shifting your weight from one leg to another, but soon you were trying to wiggle your way out of her hold and off of her lap. She tried to explain to you that the appropriate thing to do right now is to keep still but you just wanted to get up and stretch your legs, and well, now that you think about it you want to go play. The event was quite boring, mostly made for grownups, and the only reason you were even there was to show support, you don’t even know what you’re supporting. Tony was up on a big stage though, I guess that’s kind of cool.

“Are you thirsty, baby? Want me to go get you some juice?” Wanda asked into your ear as she leaned down toward you.

“Yes, juice!” you nodded your head, “can we pway now?” you wondered as you met her eyes over your left shoulder. Your patience was wearing thin, and as much as you wanted to behave, you also wanted to go and play with your toys. You were hoping that getting up to get juice could be the perfect gateway to leave. It felt like you had been sitting in that room for hours.

Tony caught wind of you wanting to skip out early and in an effort to keep your attention, he mentioned how you’re not going to want to miss the next act. You were instantly intrigued by his sentiment. He continued on, telling you how they’re going to demo the new features and there's going to be a whole show on stage.

The possibility of what could take place on stage left you in excited anticipation, going over different impossible scenarios in your mind. What if someone came walking in riding on a triceratops? Surely you wouldn’t want to miss that.

Lost in your thoughts, Wanda picked you up from her lap as she stood and placed you down on the seat she was just occupying, “Can you stay here with the team while I go get you juice?”

You nodded in response as Natasha offered to go with her. Wanda immediately tensed at the thought of being alone with her, what would they talk about? Would she make a fool of herself? Until she quickly remembered she’s her best friend and it’d be crazy to let a little crush ruin that, she had to act normal. After confirming with the team that they would be ok to watch you while she retrieved the juice, she and Nat walked off.

“Are you thirsty too?” Wanda raised a brow to Natasha as they settled in the beverage line.

“Thought you could use some company,” Nat answered. The past couple of days, it almost seems like Wanda has been avoiding her and she’s not sure what she did, or if she did anything for that matter. Most importantly, she wants to make sure her friend is okay because she’s just seemed off.

“Oh, thanks”

“Of course, is everything ok? -it just seems like you’ve been a bit off lately”

Wanda felt embarrassed that Natasha had noticed the shift, “how do you mean?”

“Well, I- I guess, I just haven’t seen you in a few days really. You’re not avoiding me, are you? Did I do something?” Natasha sputtered out.

Truthfully, Wanda was avoiding Nat. Of course, she did nothing wrong, maybe even just too many things right, but surely she couldn’t admit that. “No- god no, of course not!” Wanda tried to reassure her, the last thing she wanted was to make Nat feel like she did something wrong, “I- I’ve just been busy, I’m okay though.”

“Promise?” Nat double-checked

“Promise,” Wanda reassured her

“You know you can tell me anything, Wands. I’m here for you,” the nickname made Wanda’s stomach flip. It’s not like she hasn’t heard it fall from her lips a million times before, but this was the first time after she’s begun to see Nat in a different light and it hit very differently.

“I know, you always have been,” Wanda affirmed.

“You look stunning today, by the way moy drug,” Nat commented.

Muy Drug. The statement of friendship felt like a dagger to the heart for the Sokovian, “Thanks, you look good too tovarishch” she responded.

During their wait in line for drinks, the demo had begun setting up. The two were 3rd in line when the lights began to dim and a dramatic soundtrack blared through the auditorium, “I’m sure Y/N’s on the edge of her seat right now,” Nat mentioned as Wanda let out a chuckle and a nod hoping to make it back soon enough to see your reaction.

The sounds began to lead up to something as the two redheads approached the front of the line. Just as the server was handing Wanda your glass of orange juice, fireworks are set off at both sides of the stage. Immediately, Wanda knew you were going to go into a panic, she quickly gave the drink to Nat and she set off for you. Natasha knew exactly why Wanda was rushing to get back to you so quickly and still, the two of them were slowed down by the crowd of people.

At the sound of the fireworks, you immediately covered your ears and closed your eyes as tears began to form in your eyes. The sounds sent you back to your time with Hydra, as you started to shake and rock back and forth, “MAMA!” You called out, hoping she would hear you and come running to comfort you.

The sound of you calling out for your mom broke Bucky’s heart as he tried to calm you the best he could. He knew your mom was never coming back but he didn’t know how to explain that to a 3-year-old. “Y/N, it’s ok, they’re just fireworks. It’s fake booms.” He tried to tell you.

“Want mama,” you stated as you began to cry.

“I know, I’m sorry kid, your mama isn’t here,” he said as he reached out to hold you. Bucky begins bouncing you up and down in an attempt to soothe you when Wanda and Nat finally return with your juice.

“MAMA!” you yell as you reach your arms out toward Wanda.

Bucky was taken aback by your action, he assumed that when you were calling for your mama, you were wanting your birth mother. The entire team had a similar reaction in their heads. It was heart-warming to see that you thought of Wanda as your mother. As soon as she’s within arms reach, she takes you from Bucky, silently thanking him for taking care of you.

You quickly nuzzled into Wanda’s neck as she rocked you back and forth, rubbing your back in sooting circles. You soon calmed down, feeling safe and sound in her arms.

Natasha, standing there holding your juice was taking it all in. The way Wanda was so attentive and caring for you made her smile, and now to see you calling her your mama, Natasha was so happy for Wanda. She knew how much having a family meant to her, and she was so happy to see it happening before her very eyes. The love she held for you both was immeasurable.

“Juicy,” You say reaching toward Natasha for the juice she held for you. It took Natasha a couple of seconds to register that she was meant to respond by handing you your juice, lost in the way Wanda was coddling and swaying you, “Yes, here you go, Y/N careful small sips,” she mentions as she raises it to your lips for you to drink.

“Tank yew Natty,” you muttered with a smile on your face as you pulled pack from the straw to nuzzle back into Wanda’s neck.

“I think we should go now, congratulations again Tony,” Wanda sincerely noted to her friend as she went to carry you out of the theatre.

“Natty come too?” You said reaching one arm out toward Natasha. The action was too cute to turn down, not that she wanted to anyway.

“Of course” she said as she followed you and Wanda out.

Once the 3 of you reached the common room, Nat suggested watching a movie to calm down from the chaos of the night, “Fwozen?” you wondered

Nat chuckled, having watched Frozen with you twice already this week, “Frozen it is!”

Wanda internally winced at the decision, becoming tired of the same movie occupying the screen everytime she sat in front of it, but she didn’t say anything as she knew you had a rough night.

Wanda sat on the couch with you snuggled up against her, wrapped in a warm blanket as they watched Frozen on the TV. Natasha was sitting on the other side of the couch, but Wanda couldn't help but notice how she kept inching closer, until their legs were touching.

As the movie played on, Natasha reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from Wanda's face. Wanda felt her heart race as she turned to look at Natasha. Their eyes met and Wanda felt a sudden jolt of electricity between them.

They both looked away, pretending to focus on the movie, but their minds were elsewhere. As the scene with Anna and Kristoff began to play out on screen, Natasha's hand found its way onto Wanda's thigh. Wanda felt her skin flush as Natasha's fingers began to rub soothing circles.

Wanda couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Natasha. As the scene played out with Anna and Kristoff sharing a kiss, Wanda couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She wanted nothing more than to be the one sharing a kiss with Natasha.

As the movie came to an end, Wanda got up to put you to bed. As she tucked you in, she couldn't help but feel distracted. She knew she had feelings for Natasha now, and she couldn't shake them. As she turned to walk back to the living room, she was met with the same emerald eyes that have been consuming her thoughts for the past week.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Nat offered

Without a word, Wanda walked past Natasha so that she could leave you alone to sleep, Nat took this as a queue to follow, “I’m fine Nat, I promise” Wanda insisted, wanting desperately to let this whole thing go.

“Hmm” Nat hummed in response, knowing that there was something on her friend’s mind. Surely there was something on hers too, but she wasn’t sure if it was the right time to bring it up.

“Hmm? What’s that supposed to mean?” Wanda countered, pressing on.

“Means I don’t believe you,” Nat said as she walked out, leaving the redhead alone with her thoughts and her feelings. Thoughts swirling around her head of what Nat really knew. Was she being too obvious? Nat’s her best friend, of course, she can see something is off, but did she know that it was because of her?

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dilemmaontwolegs · 3 years ago

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OLLIE OLLIE OLLIE !! Hey ! How are you ?? I’ve had an idea and I’m gonna burst if I don’t share it . So Bucky , any AU Bucky would do but maybe Mafia !? Where Bucky is a fuckboy , sleeping with a different girl , sometimes more than one , every night , always walking around with a girl on his arm and making out with them even when he’s handling business . But then he meets you … he stops sleeping around and does everything in his power to win you over . And everyone is dumbfounded seeing the notorious mob boss and womanizer having puppy eyes for a girl that’s seemingly so unlike him and so different from all the girls they’ve seen him with before . And then you’re the only girl he’s kissing and having on his lap in public ! I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I thought you might like the idea !! Have a great day

I’ve spent too much time in Australia because I immediately wanted to chant back Oi!!! Oi!!! Oi!!! 😂

Been a while since I wrote for mafia! Bucky, thanks for the request!

Obsidian Nights || mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mentions of sex, sexual themes, fluffiness WC: 3.3k

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Every night was the same for Bucky, like Groundhog Day but involving a lot more sex. His bedroom door may as well have been revolving the way he worked himself through every single lady in New York. There was a rolling joke that Bucky checked women's names off his list faster than Lou Bega in Mambo No.5. His youth passed in blurr of unfamiliar faces waking up next to him with the hopes of another night together but they never came.

Bucky was certain he was living his best life and happy riding his metaphorical merry-go-round each night in Club Obsidian. He was certain he would never fall for the greatest trick of all time - monogamy. He was absolutely certain, until he locked eyes with an angel. You shook him to his core, made him question his beliefs, your innocence attracting him like a moth to a flame.

“Steve, who’s that?” Bucky asked as he nudged away the woman who had been sitting on his lap waiting until he was ready to leave and take her with him.

Steve shook his head as yet another woman caught his best friend's eye and turned in his seat to follow his gaze. “Not a clue, pal, but she’s not your type anyway. She looks like a good girl.”

Bucky downed his drink and rose from the VIP table, ignoring the hands that trailed his body as he walked through the crowd towards the bar. He couldn’t deny what Steve said, you were everything Bucky had avoided; a kind smile, shy eyes and a dress that, however beautiful on you, covered far too much skin.

“Are you lost, doll?” Bucky leant in and asked, a quiet squeak of fright escaping as you stepped back. His stomach knotted at the sweet sound and his heart rate spiked as he followed your step with a teasing smile that disarmed you. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Let me get you a drink.”

“I don’t drink.” You answered, finally finding your voice after staring at his eyes for too long, the blue seeming to be too iridescent for the dark club. Over the handsome strangers shoulder you spotted your friends who had invited you, their attempts at getting you out of your apartment finally working, and you waved to get their attention. “Thanks for the offer.”

You ducked out before he got a chance to reply, his frown deepening as he felt his first rejection in years. Immediately you noticed how excited your friends were as they pulled you into a close circle.

“Holy shit! You were talking to the one and only Bucky Barnes.” Your roommate Nat gushed as your friends all sighed longingly.

You looked over your shoulder but he had disappeared into the crowd, no doubt off to find another woman to buy a drink for. “It was nothing.”

“I wouldn’t call that nothing.” Nat scoffed knowingly as a regular patron of the club. “He barely leaves his Ivory Tower in the VIP section, he must have thought something of you to descend among the commoners.”

“Jesus, you make him sound like a King.” You laughed as waved off her silliness but found the others nodding seriously.

Nat leant in and whispered in your ear, a shiver running down your spine. “Word is his family runs the mob.”

You looked around inconspicuously and froze as you caught sight of him standing at the edge of the VIP section, gripping the metal railing as he scanned the crowd and stopped at you. A smile played at his full lips and the strobe lights illuminated his sharp cheekbones as he stood up a little straighter and ran his tongue over his bottom lip hungrily.

The air of dominance, the tailored suit, the glint of a diamond encrusted rolex on his left wrist - you stepped back and shook your head. “I just wanted a nice night out and you brought me to a bloody mob hangout?”

“This is Brooklyn.” Nat pointed out with a laugh. “They practically own everything.”

Your fingers twirled your bracelet around your wrist and you snuck another glance to the VIP area but Bucky was nowhere to be seen. You weren’t quite sure if the feeling in your stomach was from relief or disappointment but you put it from your mind as your friends dragged you to the bar to order some drinks. Your mocktail looked delicious as you handed some cash over the bar but the bartender gave it back with a shake of his head.

“Courtesy of Mr Barnes.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary.” You said, trying and failing once again to pay before tucking it back in your clutch.

“If the big guy wants to pay, I say let him.” Nat said as she clinked her glass with yours. “You could do with a little male attention. Dust out the cobwebs, have some fun.”

“I have no interest in being another notch in a belt.” You laughed, taking a sip of the fruity drink. “Thanks for your concern but I am quite happy-”

“Running up the electricity bill every night with your wand?” She teased before choking on her drink. “Um, I’m going to go check out the dance floor.”

She darted into the crowd quickly with her agile steps and disappeared as you were left along to question what had just happened. The answer came in the form of a hand on your lower back and you turned to see a pair of bright blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Here I was thinking you were a good girl.” Bucky chuckled, his thumb rubbing over your spine in time to the music. “But this is so much better.”

“Isn’t there anyone else for you to bother?” You sighed, unintentionally piquing his interest even more.

He looked over the crowd, a dozen women openly undressing him with their eyes but he felt nothing for them. “Sure, but there’s really no fun in that.”

You rolled your eyes, forgetting for a moment who it was you were talking to. “Lucky me.”

The pressure on your back increased as he stepped closer and it was either take a step and let him lead you where he wanted or have his body flush with yours. It was a tough choice but you let him walk you to the VIP area, the velvet rope being opened for you by a sinister looking man with a gun on his hip. Bucky paused to talk to the bouncer at the bottom of the steps and pointed out your friends on the dancer.

“Get them a table and service on my tab.”

You stopped in your tracks and turned on Bucky, taking the high ground and using it to bolster your confidence. “You do realise that dropping money isn’t going to make me sleep with you.”

“It’s cute that you think that is dropping money.” He teased as he stepped up so he was eye to eye with you. “Tomorrow, 6 o’clock.”

Your jaw dropped and you blinked dumbly as you waited for the punchline that never came. “Excuse me?”

“Have dinner with me.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought but you did you best to hide your surprise. “I get the feeling that’s not a question.”

He tipped his head to the side and you would have said it was cute if it wasn’t for the cocky smirk on his face. “I get the feeling you would say no if it was.”

“God forbid anyone say no to you.” You said as you failed to hide the smile growing on your face. “Fine, but I’m choosing the restaurant.”

“Deal. Seal it with a kiss?”

You couldn’t help laughing at his confidence and you leant in to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, the sly mobster seeing your intention and turning his head at the last moment so your lips connected with his. Every nerve ending in your body electrified at the touch and you were lost in the sensation of his soft lips as his hands curved around your waist.

“That was very sneaky.” You pointed out as you regained your senses and remembered where you were, ignoring the part of you that wanted nothing more than to taste his lips again.

He ran the back of his knuckles gently over your cheek, his eyes tracing your lips. “You don’t get anywhere in life without a few risks.”

Nat was barely waking up when you were getting ready for your dinner date, her moans and groans echoing through the apartment as she dragged herself from her bed to raid the food cabinets to ease her hangover.

“Why are you getting all dolled up?” She asked, pressing a cool bottle of water to her pounding forehead.

“You don’t remember anything from last night?” You chided as you tossed her a bag of crisps. “You probably bankrupted Bucky with the drinks you were ordering.”

She frowned as she tried to remember the details of the night, finally gasping as she pointed at you. “Holy shit! You and Bucky! You were getting awfully friendly at his table. Did he drive us home?”

“Well, technically his driver did.” You corrected as the apartment buzzer sounded. “And that is probably him now. Don’t forget to rehydrate and I’ll see you tonight. Love you.”

She groaned in response as she dropped her head to the table and buried her hand in the packet. “You too, stay safe, use protection.”

“What do you mean you’re going on a date?” Steve laughed through the phone. “With the teetotal good girl?”

“Her name is Y/N.” Bucky growled as his driver pulled up to the apartment he had stopped by the night before, when he helped you carry your half conscious roommate inside. “Were you calling for a reason or just to bust my balls?”

“Nah forget it, it’s nothing urgent.” Steve chuckled. “You have fun while I console all the sad and lonely women, mourning the loss of James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Shut up.” Bucky laughed. “I’m going on a date, I’m not getting married.”

“Yet…but this is how it begins.”

Bucky hung up the phone as Steve hummed the tune to ‘Here Comes the Bride’, the teasing thankfully not enough to ruin his mood as the car came to a stop. He had memorised your apartment number and quickly hit the buzzer beside the door, noting your last name on the little tag. He couldn’t stop fiddling with his cufflinks or decide whether he looked too formal with his starched dress shirt buttoned to his neck, a wave of disconcertion he wasn’t used to washing over him as he tugged at his neckline and unbuttoned the top before he suffocated.

“Oh, wow. You look…” You were lost for words as you stepped out of your building to find Bucky waiting in a full suit, his hair slicked back and his eyes taking in your far more casual appearance. “Over dressed.”

You giggled as he looked appalled at the idea but he closed his mouth when you stepped closer and opened another button so you could see the gold chain hanging around his neck. Next you grabbed his suit jacket that was already unbuttoned and eased it off his shoulders before folding it up.

“Roll your sleeves up.” You ordered as you messed his perfectly styled hair up and stepped back to see the result. “Not half bad.”

“Who needs self esteem anyway?” He winked, doing a turn that was worthy enough for a runway model at a Milan fashion event. “So, judging by this high end street fashion, you haven’t chosen a restaurant I would have heard of.”

“You gave me the VIP treatment last night, it’s time to return the favour.”

His eyes narrowed at your evasive tone but he didn’t question you as he led the way to the car, opening your door before walking around. You had already told his driver where to go when he slid in beside you, even more curious than before.

“It’s not often that I’m the last to know what’s happening.” He said as he took your hand, the thick signet ring on his finger warm to the touch.

“Just relax, I promise this will be the best cuisine money can buy.”

He looked doubtful as he watched the streets roll by until his driver came to a stop outside a busy underground parking lot.

“Come on.” You enticed him with a curled finger as you opened the door. “There’s no valet here.”

He followed you into the cordoned off parking lot, the aroma of food drifting up from the ramp to the next level down.

“There’s a restaurant in a basement?” He asked with confusion and doubt.

“Not quite.” You smirked, the full sight of the night market spread far and wide, dozens of food trucks all lined up with their music and food creating a bustling atmosphere. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve never once got food poisoning from eating here.”

“That’s really just super comforting.” He laughed and shook his head. “Where do we begin?”

You were absolutely stuffed by the time you made it around all the stalls, Bucky indulging you both in almost every type of food they had to offer. You had collapsed onto a picnic table as you waited for your food to settle and found Bucky watching you with a reserved reverence.

“What?” You asked as his smile grew.

“Nothing,” he grinned, “it’s just, this is the best date I’ve ever been on and it was completely unexpected.”

“I suppose I’ll be just as surprised next weekend when it’s your turn to choose.”

“If you think I’m going to wait a week before I see you again, you’re crazy.” He said as he shuffled closer and straddled the bench seat.

You swung your leg over the bench so you were mirroring him. “Tomorrow, 6 o’clock.”

“Deal. Seal it with a kiss?”

“I feel like I never see you anymore.” Nat pouted as you flattened out a crinkle on the dress Bucky had bought for you.

“You could always come with us?” You offered but she shook her head. “I thought you liked his club?”

“I do but no thanks, I’m still recovering from the last hangover.” She complained. “Maybe next month. God, I sound old.”

You gasped and reached for her curly red hair. “Is that a grey hair?”

“Shut up.” She slapped your hand away and even though she knew you were kidding she had to go to the bathroom mirror to check. “Ha, knew it, now get out of here.”

It was one of the rare nights that Bucky wasn’t able to pick you up and it felt strange riding in the back seat of his Bentley all alone. At least when you arrived at Obsidian you were able to walk straight in and not have to join the long queue snaking around the building and off down the street.

The club was absolutely packed but nothing could get in the way of spotting Bucky. His ringed hand was resting on the rail as he looked over his kingdom, life flooding into his cold eyes when he spotted you. He met you halfway, his bright smile reaching his eyes as his hands caught your hips and pulled you in.

“Hi beautiful.” He greeted, his hands spreading across your back until one caught the nape of your neck. “You like to torture me, don’t you?”

You opened your lips to answer but it was swallowed by his kiss that melted you into his embrace. The intense feelings that had been building between you were raging in your body, the need to have him completely leaving your core throbbing. But it was his idea to take things slow, not that you argued, you both wanted this to be special and not just another lost lover between his satin sheets.

“This isn’t a walk in the park for me either.” You admitted as you played with the stiff lapels of his pinstripe suit.

“Your poor wand must be working overtime.” He teased, earning a soft slap to his chest.

“That was so embarrassing.” You muttered as you looked away and cringed only for him to catch your chin and turn you back.

“Why? I find it sexy as hell.” He bit his lip and pressed his hips into yours, showing you exactly the effect you had on him. His voice dropped even deeper as his lips brushed below your ear. “Been imagining the things you’re doing late at night when I’m not there.”

Your heart rate spiked and you sucked in a lungful of air as he kissed his way down your neck to your collarbone, a trail of goosebump left in his wake. “Bucky? How important is it that we are here tonight?”

He groaned as he spotted the very businessman who was hoping to buy Bucky’s protection from a rival family. “Hold that thought for five minutes, doll.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You kissed his cheek and headed to the VIP area where you wouldn’t be bundled about in the crowd.

“Drink?” Steve offered as he sidled up beside you before smirking. “Oh wait, you don’t drink, right? No drinking, no sex - what does my boy see in you…”

“I don’t think that it’s any of your business.” You said, turning to face Bucky’s best friend. “And I’d like to keep it that way.”

You caught movement at the stairs and found your boyfriend passing the velvet rope so you pushed off from the bar and paused at Steve’s broad chest to look up at him. “Just for the record, you don’t seem to be having such a bad time rolling in his leftovers. Maybe that’s where your focus should be and not worrying about what I may or may not be doing with Bucky.”

“Hey, doll, ready to get outta here?” Bucky asked, his mind filled with thoughts of you and completely oblivious to the tension.

You stepped into his open arm with an eager smile. “How about we go back to your place tonight? Wouldn’t want to keep Nat up.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up his forehead and he shoved his beer up to his lips before he made a remark that would keep him on your bad side.

“You sure?” Bucky asked quietly.

You nodded, absolutely certain you wanted to take your relationship with him to the next level, but you couldn’t help a little teasing along the way. “I’m sure…we just might have to burn your mattress first. God knows what filth a black light would find on it.”

“Way ahead of you baby. I bought a new one weeks ago.” He said proudly, punching Steve in the shoulder with a laugh when he pretended to whip the air behind Bucky. “Fuck off, punk.”

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“So this is the best money can buy.” You moaned as you floated on cloud 9, the mattress the most comfortable thing you had ever laid on before. “It’s amazing.”

“Only the best for my girl.” Bucky chuckled as he flopped down beside you.

Rolling over to rest your chin on his chest and look him dead in the eyes. “As long as I’m the only girl in this bed.”

His lips curled up into a panty dropping smile and his arms encircled you to pull you over his body. “You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met, the only one I ever want in this bed.”

Your stomach tightened at his promise and you pushed yourself up so you were left straddling his hips, your desire driving your hips to roll and increase the friction between you. “Then how about we break this bad boy in?”

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harlequin-hangout · 2 years ago

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The Winter Storm: Part 3 (Finale)

Series Master List | Bucky Barnes Master List

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: so many guns, violence, ⚠️Intimidation⚠️, screaming, injury, kidnapping, smut, this is the one where we go to murder town kids, let me know if I missed anything

Contains: Angst, fluff, Anger, temper, abuse depending on your trauma, mildly extreme injuries, sexual tension thicker than America's Ass

Word Count: 4.6k

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Summary: You find yourself in the middle of the Wolf's Den with no way out. With chaos raging around you, it's time to Do or Die. The Winter Storm will always claim a victim.

Bucky sighed, feeling a new weight. After at least an hour of panic, Steve was okay and sleeping off the day in Buckly’s room. None of his wounds had been very deep, thank god. Y/N had been right, he could see that now that he’s calmed down. Steve’s injuries weren’t life threatening, there were just a lot of them. Coupled with the effort it took to get to the safe house, he had passed out from exhaustion, not blood loss. The biggest risk had been infection.

. . . He yelled at her. He had thrown her. She was trying to help him, and he treated her like shit. He may have known Steve longer, but she was Steve’s friend too. Steve had been handling their undercover plants within Pierce Enterprises. Both were brilliant at their jobs, but having a handler watching their back in case something went sideways was non-negotiable. Bucky glanced sideways at the guest room door, trying to let her come out at her own pace. Calling it a ‘guest room’ felt wrong now. That was her door. She was the most incredible person he’d met in a long time. She was quick, both mentally on her feet. She had prioritized Steve’s needs and been able to come up with a plan that would have worked while he was still panicking. And he had thrown her. Fuck . . . he wouldn’t blame her for wanting to leave. She really couldn’t leave, not safely, but he could arrange for a different guard. Sitting on the couch, Bucky groaned, resting his elbows on his knees and running both hands through his hair. He didn’t want her to leave. He had thrown her. Why did he like this woman so much? She was smart, quick on her feet, took to the training well, sure, but he’d met countless women like that and they didn’t get to him like this. Bucky leaned back as he tried to think. His mind began to wander back to when he’d first met her.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Y/N, I’m assisting Mr. Pierce tonight. Mr. Pierce, I finished up the donation financial reports like you asked, and scheduled meetings with Zola and Rumlow, as requested,” She said. “Is there anything else that you need me to complete before I enjoy the party?” she glanced briefly over at him and bit her lower lip.

. . . That’s it. She wasn’t afraid of him. From the beginning, she wasn’t afraid. Sure, there were moments when he’d scared her, but threatening to shoot someone will do that. Yet, even when he’d threatened to shoot her . . .

“What the hell is going on here?? Three days ago I’m a fucking secretary, and now I’m somehow a pawn for a drug lord and whoever you are? And don’t even fucking try to deny it, Barnes, you both offered me the same deal: compliance or death.” Bucky glared and leaned forward. He’d killed people for less than this. She looked scared, terrified even, yet she didn’t back down. “You keep talking about these different pieces. The White Watch, Mr. Pierce, and an infuriating need to know the timeline, so what’s your game? You’re probably going to kill me anyway, so at least be decent and connect the dots before you take me out.”

That’s what had attracted him to Y/N in the first place. When pushed, even though she was out of her depth, she still stood her ground. She looked him in the eye and called him on his bullshit even with the threat of death hanging over her head. Bucky checked his phone. She’d been in her room for almost three hours . . . He was trying to be patient, but he was starting to worry and he NEEDED to apologize. Whether or not she accepted it was up to her and he would deal with the consequences of his actions, but he needed to at least try to fix it. He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her hurting like that . . . he had seen the pain in her eyes. Okay, just check. Make sure she’s physically okay, then don’t pressure her. Bucky got up and strode over to the door. He knocked, to no answer.

“Hey, it’s me. I just want to make sure you’re okay . . . I was so, so wrong to do what I did, and I won’t push the conversation until you’re ready. Will you let me know when you’re ready?” Silence. “. . . Hello?” Bucky’s intuition told him something was off. Usually when people didn’t respond, there was still sound. Movement, a groan, a sigh, something. The room just felt . . . Still. Bucky tried the door and found it unlocked. He slowly pushed the door open, reaching for the gun that was usually in the underarm holster. He peered around the door, finding the bed empty except for the phone that Steve had been clutching. Odd . . . he peeked around the corner of the door frame. Maybe she was in the comfy chair he’d moved in to give her a place to watch the snow. Bucky froze. The room was empty and the window was open.

“FUCK!!” He screamed, the panic rushing back. He had told her to get out of his sight and out of the building. He hadn’t been thinking straight. He hadn’t meant literally. She was missing, and it was all his fault.

“Okay, Buck,” he thought to himself, “You fucked this up royally last time. This time you need to focus. Clues.” Bucky picked up the phone on the bed, turning it over in his hand. It was the Witch’s phone . . . Wanda’s burner. He had insisted that she take a burner when she went undercover at Pierce Enterprises . . . but where did the charm come from? He knew her passcode – standard practice for situations exactly like this. He sat heavily in the chair by the window, and began to thumb through the photos. Cat . . . Cat . . . Meal . . . Not the lingerie he would have chosen . . . He paused. The background of that lingerie photo . . . it was a mirror shot, and there was a second person. He zoomed in, and felt his stomach drop when he recognized Y/N’s face. She knew Wanda. That’s why she had been so insistent about the phone, she realized there was more to this. Angry at his own incompetence, Bucky quickly readied himself. If she had left, then the only place she would have safely known how to get to would be the Base. She’d been there enough times, and there was running water and heat. The rain had stopped, he just hoped he could still find any muddy footprints. Slipping the burner into his pocket, Bucky grabbed two of his SIG-Sauer P220STs, his CZ Vz. 61 E Skorpion that strapped to the back of his tactical vest, and extra ammunition for both models. If Steve had been followed, he wanted to be prepared. He may have to try to protect Y/N if there were enough of them. Bucky added a couple of knives and a stun baton for good measure.

He made record time to the base. 37 minutes. He hadn’t run into anyone on the way and there was no damage suggesting any struggle. That was promising. The burner phone vibrated. Probably nothing, but it may give him more information.

MESSAGE FROM: BROCK RUMLOW. ATTACHMENT: 1 IMAGE

Bucky immediately opened the text. Staring him in the face is an image of himself, obviously taken moments before. His eyes shoot up to the guard tower where the camera should have been located, but no one is visible. Before he can move in closer, the phone vibrates again.

MESSAGE FROM: UNKNOWN. ATTACHMENT: 1 IMAGE

He immediately began to sprint back to the cabin. On the screen was Y/N. She was barely conscious, her face bloodied. Though definitely alive, Pierce held her head up with the fist that he’d knotted into her hair. She was on the floor of what looked like a helicopter.

Bucky kicked in the bedroom door.

“STEVE.” Steve jolted awake, groaning at the pain. Bucky handed him a couple of pills. And the phone, with the photo still pulled up. “Take these and gear up. Y/N’s gone. Pierce got her. We’re meeting Widow at the Enterprise building.” Steve swallowed the pills dry. He knew better than to argue when his childhood friend was determined. “Whose car are we taking?”

Your head was pounding, and your vision was blurry. After you’d been marched into the helicopter at gunpoint, you’d run into Rumlow, almost literally.

“Maybe now the little bitch will learn to keep her nose out of places it doesn’t belong, eh, Pierce?” Rumlow laughed cruelly.

“At least I don’t have to sneak up on my own hand to masturbate.” That comment earned you a smack to the side of the head.

You smile at the memory. Though your shoulders ached from your hands being tied and Rumlow had done a number on you, but the comment was worth it.

“What are you smiling at?” Rumlow barks from across the room. You don’t answer, letting your head roll forward. You didn’t know where you were, but you knew it wasn’t good. Best you could tell, it was some kind of basement. Cinder block walls, exposed metal bracings, and there were chains hanging, some of them with hooks on the end. The floor was the only part of the place that looked clean, and that wasn’t comforting considering there was a drain in the ground. You’d seen enough mob documentaries to have an idea of the purpose of the room you sat in. “Boss is gonna be here soon. That’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” Rumlow continued, his Alpha Male brand superiority complex radiated off of him.

“Hey, Mr. Rumlow?” you choke out, coughing a little bit. The blood in your throat wasn’t comfortable. “May I please ask you something?”

“Fuck it, you’re dyin’ soon anyway.”

“Why do you act so tough?”

“S’cuse me?”

“I’ve been trying to figure it out. See, most people don’t bother with projecting something so extreme unless they’re hiding something.”

“And what do you think I’m hiding, Doll Face?”

“Honestly?” you can’t stop the smirk from playing on your lips once again. “Probably a fear of another man treating you the way you treat women.” Now you had his attention. Not in a good way, but something was better than nothing. “Or a fear of another man giving it to you up the ass.” You worked on the rope binding your hands. If you could just remember what Bucky had taught you . . . One hand breaks free. You discreetly shove the rope under your butt and try to keep your upper body as still as possible while you work on the other. “You shouldn’t worry, you’re the biggest asshole I’ve had the displeasure of meeting. Long as you lube up first, you should be fine.” Rumlow lunges forward, going for your throat. Perfect. You throw your weight back, kicking your feet out as hard as possible. Your right heel collided with Rumlow’s nose, and the chair fell backwards. Alpha males. So predictable. While the writhing asshole on the ground in front of you recovers from the shock, you swung the chair against the wall. This one was a metal folding chair, but as you had anticipated, it hadn’t been taken care of. The rust on the bolts gave way, leaving you completely unhindered. Shit, Rumlow is back on his feet. Luckily, he’s angry. He’s going to be sloppy if he’s angry. You dart forward, putting yourself on a collision course for his torso. In his blind rage, he lunges again. As soon as he’s past the point of no return, you duck down to your right and roll. He falls forward into the wall and you disappear out the door, leaving him screaming in rage.

The Widow strode into Pierce’s office. Winter Soldier and Vortex, as he had re-named himself, were on their way and she needed to keep the package safe until they arrived. Rumlow, or Crossbones as he was insisting on being called, was in the room with her right now. Not Widow’s first choice, but not the end of the world either. He wouldn’t dare cross The Wolf, and The Wolf wanted to do most of the damage. Widow just needed to keep that Wolf busy long enough for her backup to arrive.

“Sir? The basement workout you had planned is going to have to wait. We have intruders.”

“Intruders? Are they here for the Girl?”

“I don’t think so, Sir. They seem more interested in getting to the design levels. Possibly from that new start up.”

“Thank you Natalie. I’ll let you handle it.” Widow nods and closes the door on her way out. It didn’t buy her much time, but it was enough. Pierce wouldn’t risk heading down to the basement if he thought outsiders were in the building. Crossbones may have shot Wanda, but she would be damned if another girl would die on her watch. As Widow made her way down to the lower levels, she flipped to Vortex’s messages.

What about that girl from accounting? Sharon? She seems nice.

Bucky wove through traffic on his bike, Steve not far behind. Ten Minutes. They would be there in ten minutes and could clear the building in less than fifteen. He could see the building in the distance, he just needed to get off the freeway.

“I’m on my way, Doll, just a little longer . . . Hold on baby, please . . . hold on.”

You climb through the industrial sized HVAC duct. They were barely two feet by three feet so you had to army crawl, but it was much preferable to your only alternative. If you had gathered anything about Pierce, it’s that Bucky was his end goal. Based on the conversation in the cabin back in December, he thought Steve was dead, leaving Bucky as his only target. Pierce would use you to draw Bucky out, and you had no doubt he would come. You felt a pang in your heart.

“I don’t give a shit what it is, I have to save the only person who’s ever given a FUCK about me!”

You knew he didn’t mean it, but it stung. You cared. You cared so much. You’d spent five months around no one except him and occasionally Steve. You knew that it wasn’t a conventional meeting, but you would do it again in a heartbeat. He didn’t kidnap you, no. He’d offered you the only safety you’d known since that fateful day you walked into Pierce’s office. You bury your face in Bucky’s hoodie. It still smells like him. A tear rolls down your face as newfound determination to escape fills you.

Shit, dead end. There was a switch off behind you, you just needed to wiggle backwards enough to take it. You could hear crashing somewhere off in the distance. That was probably Rumlow kicking down doors. As quietly as you can, you manage to backtrack and take the turn. Straight. Right at the fan. Two turn offs down. Left. You do your best to keep track of where you are and how to get out, but staying away from Rumlow is your top priority. When you hear voices, you freeze.

“ – and if anyone finds her, you bring her here. To me. Unharmed. The Wolf wants that pleasure for himself. Understood?” A female voice commands the room. No, it couldn’t be . . . you peek through a vent to assess how screwed you might be.

“Yes, Ma’am!” The response comes from three men in full tactical gear. You crane your neck to see who’s standing in front of them. . . Natalie Rushman? She was in on all of this too? You took a deep breath and swallowed your panic. She was a friendly figure before, but things were different now. Just keep moving. As the door opened for the thugs to leave, you readied yourself to make your escape but you froze in place. Pierce was standing in the doorway. Your heart was racing a million miles a minute, this was WAY too close for comfort. He started talking about something, but the blood rushing in your ears made it impossible to hear. You slowly pushed back. Just ease yourself – A creak filled the room. You froze. Pierce and Natalie looked around the room.

“Come out, come out wherever you are . . .” Pierce's sing-songy tone was sickening. You wanted nothing more than to–Wait. You couldn’t see him anymore, where’d he go?? You craned your neck, searching frantically for Pierce. It was imperative that you know where he was at all points in – Another creak. Louder, more strained . . . Please hold, please . . . The vent crashed to the floor. You felt the end of the vent lift up, causing you to tumble to the floor. Pierce was staring down at you, a renewed fire in his eyes.

“Well, well, well. Would you look what the cat dragged in?

You glare at Pierce, the smug look on his face making you hate him even more. His knuckles connected with your jaw. The metallic taste of fresh blood hit your tongue as your lip split.

“Have you given up yet, bitch?”

“Sorry,” you growled, “It’s gonna take more than a tap from the stone age to break me.” You got a backhand for that one. This time, he managed to knock you out of your chair. You cursed yourself for getting caught. “I thought you said you were going to teach me a lesson,” you spat at him, trying to push yourself off the floor. “Seems like the old Wolf is all out of new tricks.” You began to laugh. It was cold with no humor behind it. In reality, you were terrified. Terrified of the Wolf. Terrified of Ms. Rushman. All you had to do was hold out long enough for Bucky to get to you, if he was even coming . . . You wanted to think he was, but there were so many variables. Even if he did show up, there was an increasing chance that he wouldn’t make it before you met your end at Pierce’s hands. All you could do was pray you didn’t die tied on this now bloodstained basement floor. Pierce grabbed your hair and yanked upwards. You screamed in pain and could have sworn you saw Ms. Rushman flinch.

“You listen to me, you little whore.” Pierce’s voice was harsh and low. You could feel his hot breath on your ear and the sensation turned your stomach. “Be as much of a smart ass as you want. No one’s coming for you. No one’s here to save you. Do you want to know why? Because you’re a pawn. An asset. You’re expendable. If you think the Winter Soldier will save you, then you’ve convinced yourself of a lie. I killed Avalanche. You should have heard his screams as he bled out on the warehouse floor. I’ll enjoy killing the Soldier while you watch. Every stab, every shot. Every punch.” Tears started flowing from your eyes. Your sobs came in waves. You tried to stifle them, but to no avail. C’mon Y/N, just think of something. Anything. Get one good hit in, and maybe, just MAYBE you can make it out of here alive. You stared daggers at Pierce through your tears, and spit on his face.

“You little CUNT,” he roared, throwing you across the room by your hair. You scream again, but this time, you’ve had it.

“FUCK YOU, YOU COWARD. You sent Rumlow to do your dirty work. Fucking RUMLOW, who had his ass handed to him by someone with only five months of training and couldn’t even handle a fucking finance report.” Pierce immediately strode towards you, but was stopped mid step by a banging noise. Suddenly, Rumlow flew through the door hitting the ground in the middle of the room. You looked up, and you finally saw him. That wasn’t Bucky. No, you were looking at The Winter Soldier.

“Hey, Doll, Sorry I’m late.” Bucky’s tone was even, calculated. His eyes didn’t leave Pierce, even as Rumlow began to stand. “Widow. Vortex is taking on a couple thugs in the hallway. Crossbones is all yours.”

“With pleasure,” Ms. Rushman replied. “This is going to be cathartic.” Pierce’s face was one of shock.

“Natalie? Natalie! I order you to stop right now. I am the Godfather of this operation and I–” In one fluid motion, Natalie Rushman slammed a knife through Pierce’s hand, pinning it to the wall.

“Consider that my resignation,” she stated coldly. Rumlow was back on his feet, and she wasted no time attempting to change that. Your attention turned back to Bucky as you heard gunfire. He was shooting down the hallway – evidently a couple thugs had got away from Steve. Your mind was racing. How to get out? There had to be– wait, Natalie had tied you up. Maybe . . . you start pulling at the ropes, and just as you’d hoped, they fall. You hear the knife clatter to the floor as Pierce rips the weapon free of his hand. He reaches for his gun.

“Behind you!” You scream, and Bucky turns. He vaults down the stairs pulling his own firearm out of the thigh holster. Behind him, you see one of the thugs making his way into the room.

“No time like the present,” you think to yourself. With Pierce distracted, you’re able to grab the knife that Natalie had left him as a parting gift. You throw yourself at the thug, gripping the handle of the blade so hard that your knuckles are white. You hear Bucky’s voice in your head.

“If you only have a knife, get in close. Guns are great at a distance, but if you get within a foot of their body, it becomes a lot harder to react fast enough with a firearm before a knife can make contact.” You lunge, latching onto his neck. Swinging your bodyweight around, you land on the thug’s back and jam the knife into his side. He drops like a boulder. You stand over him breathing heavily. Not having time to process what’s just happened, you move on. Rumlow has Natalie pinned to a wall by her neck. You creep up behind him, but he spots you. Turning his body, his eyes bore into you. Your skin is on fire, and you almost get sick when you realize that he’s getting off on the suffering in the room.

“This stuck-up bitch turned me down so many times. Now I’ll teach her what happens to bitches who reject me. Then, Sweet Cheeks, it’s your turn.” You try to will your body to move, but you’re frozen. You’ve never encountered someone so evil, so genuinely and maliciously sadistic as him. You can hear Natalie’s choked breaths as he squeezes– a gunshot rings out in the small room and Rumlow crumples to the floor. As Natalie gasps for air, you whip your head around and see Steve, eyes full of rage. Rumlow groans and stirs. Steve almost flies across the floor and places the tip of his pistol to the back of Rumlow’s head.

“Not today. This is for Wanda, you sick fuck.” You cover your eyes, and hear the smack of a head hitting the ground. Steve immediately moves to help you. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you out of here.” You lean against him, grateful for the help. You’ve almost made it to the stairs when you see him. Bucky is losing his struggle. You don’t even think. You grip the knife in Steve’s leg holster and make a mad dash for Pierce. You knew you were losing a lot of blood, but you didn’t care. Your Winter Soldier needed you. Throwing all of your weight behind it, you drive Steve’s six inch blade into the middle of Pierce’s back and you can hear the air being driven from his lungs. You twist it violently, trying to do as much damage as humanly possible.

“Get the fuck off him, you prehistoric parasite,” you hiss. Pierce’s body slides to the floor. For the first time since you entered the room, everything’s quiet. Your breathing is heavy, and your vision starts to waver, but Bucky is safe. That’s all that matters. You barely register his yell as you collapse on top of him.

Everything is warm and cozy. You could curl up and sleep for hours. You didn’t think you’d ever be warm and dry again, much less cozy. Your body feels unusually heavy as you try to move. Where were you? Why was it so dark? And what was that faint sound . . .? You focus on the only sensory input you have. A voice?

“ . . .baby. You’re strong, you’re so, so strong, come on, Doll, please . . . Please come back to me . . .” Bucky . . .? His voice seemed so far away. It finally hit you. You were almost dead.

“Babygirl, I’m so, so sorry. You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me, it’s all my fault . . . You deserve so much better than I’ve given you.”

“Buck . . .” You hear Steve’s voice. “Natasha’s pulled the car around to the back door. C’mon. There’s nothing else you can do here. Pick up her bod – pick her up and let’s head back to the safehouse.” You feel yourself laugh. A sound that turns into a weak cough, then a coughing fit. As the darkness begins to clear, you find yourself cradled against Bucky’s chest. He’s clinging to you as if his life depended on yours. Tears fall onto your skin as hope returns to Bucky’s eyes.

“Doll? Are you there?” You try to answer, but only make the coughing worse. “That’s it . . . That’s it baby. You took quite a bit. Nice and slow.” His tensed muscles relax as you come back to the world of the living. You giggle weakly.

“Giving up on me so easy, Rogers?” Your voice is weak, but Steve smiles.

“You heard that, huh?” his eyes soften. He was worried about you too. “Good to have you back, Honey.” You turn your attention back to Bucky, who’s taken to running his fingers through your hair.

“Bucky, I–”

“Don’t, please.” He hangs his head. “My actions are what landed you here, and psychotic ex-coworkers aside, how I treated you was unacceptable. I can arrange for a different guard for you if you’d like to stay in the safehouse. I can–” you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. Bucky falters for just a moment, then melts into your touch.

“We can talk about that later, Buck. You came for me . . . I didn’t know if–”

“I’m always going to come for you, Doll. Don’t ever doubt that. I love you, and I was too stubborn to admit it sooner. From now on, no more kidnappings, no more fights to the death in a basement.”

“Damn,” you mused. “Just when I was starting to get the hang of this mob thing, too.” Bucky laughed. The sound rang in your ears and your heart soared. You loved that sound so much. “I love you, too, Barnes. . .” you whisper as he stands up, lifting you along with him. Bucky touches his forehead to yours, placing a tender kiss on your lips.

“C’mon, Doll, let’s go home.”

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Everything The Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Ten

Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader

chapter warnings: language, angst, smoking, drinking, a lil bit of fluffy drunk bucky (you’ll see)

a/n: i. am. back! sorry for the wait for this chapter folks, it’s been an absolutely insane week but i have returned for an update! am i still dealing with a mild concussion? yup. did i want to put this chapter out as soon as i could though? also yes. don’t worry though, i’ve treated you to a 4k+ word chapter lol, hope y’all enjoy, if you wanna be added to the taglist just let me know!

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Bucky sat in the silence that followed your exit, stewing over the stipulations you gave him. You hadn’t asked for anything ridiculous, hadn’t requested something so far out of the limitations of the life you were stepping into. But he couldn’t help but just…stew.

First: “I want a contract. It might not be legally binding, because we can’t talk plainly about the reason we’re marrying, but it will be binding within the family. Nod if you agree.”

What else could he do but nod. He’d never seen you take charge like this in the years he’d known you, but there was something that made him think he liked being bossed around a little. But something told him that it was only you he’d be willing to take directions from and Bucky Barnes hoped and prayed that one day he’d be able to achieve your forgiveness and test that theory.

Second: “I want separate rooms. I know I will have to move in with you for this to look legitimate, but I will not sleep in the same bed, let alone the same room as you.”

That had made Bucky smirk a little. The fact that you’d thought hard about what a marriage to him would be like that you’d made a stipulation in your contract to stay as far away from his bed as possible. At the same time, Bucky had felt a pain in his chest as he realized he’d not be marrying you the way he once thought he would. Once upon a time, James Barnes had hopes to marry Y/N L/N in the most elaborate of ceremonies, proclaiming his love to the world. That dream had been dashed a decade ago, and mostly by his own hand; a realization he was seeing more clearly each and every day.

Third: “I will continue to work with Stark Industries. I will be allowed to visit Tony and Pepper whenever I want. I do not need to know what moves are being made between you and my…them. The less I know the better. I will not go down with any of you, even if I am married to you, if any of this ends up on the desk of the police commissioner, understood?”

He’d gotten cocky. His friends and family would probably say too cocky but at that moment he’d just responded with the first thing that popped into his head.

“You think the police commissioner is so unattached from this world that he’d dare try to take us down?”

Cause that’s the way you make her want to fuckin marry you, dipshit, he thought to himself only seconds after speaking those words. One thing about Bucky Barnes? He was notorious for making shit worse.

Fourth: “You’re free to sleep with whoever you want. I will not ask you to…deny yourself. I just don’t want to know about it, do NOT bring anyone into our home. Not only would it be disrespecting your wife in front of everyone, it would bring the legitimacy of our marriage into question. Are we clear?”

That stipulation had given him pause. It was that stipulation that made the reality of a wedding between Bucky and you feel like more of a…well…reality. Bucky hadn’t thought once about what would happen after the two of you married. If you would ever be able to repair a friendship that he’d torn to shreds, and not done a great job fixing in recent times, or if you’d hate each other for the rest of your lives. You both were full grown adults with basic sexual needs. And right now, Bucky realized, if those needs were to be filled…they wouldn’t be with each other. Something that had Bucky grinding his teeth in anger. But again, he had merely nodded his agreement to your fourth stipulation.

Fifth: “On that note, I want you to know that I will not, and I want this to be oh so perfectly clear, I will NOT give the Barnes Family an heir.”

Oh the entire conversation that came with that condition had Bucky hot and cold at the same time. He was grinning like an idiot. A fucking idiot. At the fact that you’d thought about sleeping with him in some way in order to bring up this stipulation. Then as he decided to oh-so-stupidly point out that fact, the grin that had been growing on his lips was wiped away in an instant. You were correct. A million percent correct that he’d made a major life decision without you in the past. One that, if he’d been smarter at nineteen and used his resources, wouldn’t have the two of you fuming at each other from across the Barnes Family Dining Room Table. He hated that you thought he’d force you into giving him an heir. Hated that you thought he’d take that big of a life-changing decision out of your own hands. Hated all the steps he’d taken in his life that led you to having that level of distrust in him. While Bucky’s face showed anger, his stomach felt like it was lined with lead. He’d never felt more sick in his life. But he couldn’t tell you that. It was your final demand that tipped him over that edge.

Lastly: “Lastly, if Alexander and Liam both end up disappearing, I want out. I want a divorce. I want to go back to California. I never want to see you again.”

Hurt like he hadn’t known in a number of years flooded through him at your final words. But a part of Bucky knew that he had nobody to blame but himself. He also knew, that he wasn’t going to hold you into a contractual marriage longer than was necessary. It would kill you. Slowly. And he couldn’t do that to you. Not again. So, like he’d done to all your previous requisites, he nodded, grinding his teeth as hard as he could to stop himself from saying something that would bomb the whole agreement, and he watched you walk away in search of his parents and Tony.

Bucky knew he was a dumbass. He knew now just how stupid he’d been all those years ago. The fact that you had to approach him and his family, with a contract for marriage, to save your own life? It was proof that he’d done the opposite of protecting you. You. The one person in this world that he’d have killed for or been killed for once upon a time. You, the former light of his entire life. The person he was willing to share his entire empire with. He’d driven you away. He’d driven you right into the arms of the people who wanted nothing more than to use you. Hurt you. Force you to do something that would utterly transform you.

And the truth was…he wasn’t much better than them.

He’d made your decision for you all those years ago. And now James Buchanan Barnes was dealing with those consequences. Guilt swirled through his head and his heart as he continued to mull over the conversation that had taken place at the dining room table not long ago. He’d heard you speaking with his father about inviting a friend to the wedding and a promise from George in return to do his best. Bucky decided to take a breather, and a cigarette, on the balcony just outside the dining room, but apparently you’d had the same idea. Bucky hadn’t even been able to light his before the door was being tossed open and you were walking right past where he was sitting in the dark to the balcony’s edge. Seeing you encompassed by the light of the shining moon and the glittering lights of Manhattan had Bucky practically gasping for air. He knew you were beautiful. Always had been, always will be. A part of him was eager to make you his wife, until he remembered all the conditions that would come with it and that it was as fake of a marriage as Megan’s tits.

Fucking Megan Bucky had practically growled internally. She’d been blowing up his phone all week and after tonight there was no way he was going to be reaching out to her any time soon. Even though stipulation four stated he could sleep with whoever he wanted, Bucky had a feeling there was a little more emotion hidden under that. And he wasn’t quite ready to deal with it. He went to speak when he saw you pull out a cigarette and lighter, and a part of him wanted to laugh out loud at watching you indulge in the habit you’d given him such shit for over the years. But again, he was silenced. The vision of you smoking made Bucky feel like you were actively trying to inhale all the stress and anger and then blow it all away. But he knew he couldn’t sit in silence like a creeper anymore and just watch you, so he cleared his throat and spoke. He knew he sounded like a tool. A fucking prick. But for some reason, Bucky still spoke to you as if he wanted nothing to do with you. The opposite was true. Bucky Barnes was willing to learn everything about you, all your nuances, all your changes, all your interests all over again. But his fucking mouth just didn’t know when to stop. And the next time he spoke, more stupidity fell out.

“You know Y/N, you never asked if I had any stipulations. I think it’s time we talked.”

StupidstupidstupidfuckingSTUPID. Oh my god you sound like a goddamn ASSHOLE! His inner monologue was raging and it took all his might not to outwardly cringe at the way his words sounded. One look at you and Bucky could practically feel the heat of your anger bubbling under the surface of your skin. Bucky scrambled looking for a way to course correct the things he’d just said to you and then he paused. Realization took over. Realization that he was acting this way to try and protect you. And that maybe if you hated him. And continued to hate him throughout the course of this scam of a marriage. Then maybe you’d be able to do what you wanted after Liam and Alexander were disposed of. You’d be able to leave. Live your own life. Love who you wanted. Even if that meant it wasn’t him. So Bucky Barnes did what he does best. He continued to act like an asshole. And began listing his own “stipulations," i.e. whatever he could say that may drive the nail into the coffin that forces her to leave him eventually.

“Well firstly, there’s the expectation that you be the best little mafia wife in existence,” he drawled, watching the anger that was simmering under the surface bubble over fully onto your face before continuing, “and that means speaking when spoken to, not getting involved in the Family business without consulting me first. It means being respectful of the organization you find yourself a part of now. You come to me when you have a problem with me, not my father, not my mother, not Tony Fucking Stark. Me. Clear?”

You had to be grinding your teeth just as much as he’d been during the announcement of your conditions but you cleared your throat and answered nonetheless, “As glass, Barnes.” You looked at him pointedly, one eyebrow raised waiting for him to continue and that’s what spurred Bucky on. He didn’t have nearly as many demands as you’d had, partially because he wasn’t convinced that you were ever going to show up at his parents house in the first place so he didn’t have time to prepare.

“Finally, and yes there are only two stipulations here as opposed to the entire table of contents you pulled on me back there. Finally, I don’t expect you to sleep with anyone. The only person you can have is me while we are married. Sleeping with another man, no matter how well you think you can hide it, would bring dishonor on the entire organization. That means no flirting with my men or any random ones you might see throughout our marriage. No sex, in our home or outside it. I expect you to uphold these conditions and I will do the same for yours. I hope that we are understood.”

His final stipulations were spoken with a clipped tone as Bucky attempted to distance himself by pissing you off. He didn’t wait for you to respond verbally, you offered a nod of your head and that was enough for him. Bucky put out his cigarette and disappeared back inside the Barnes family home, finding his parents and Tony Stark eagerly waiting one of them to come back inside. Bucky made eye contact with his father who was looking at his son curiously, trying to get a read on the energy that Bucky was emitting. They stared in silence for a moment before George spoke.

“You are dismissed. She’s moving in tomorrow morning. Don’t be late.”

It was enough of a dismissal that Bucky gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek and disappeared into the night, walking aimlessly towards The Underworld. The walk towards The Underworld allowed Bucky space and time to think about how much of an absolute idiot he’d been. Not just tonight but ten years ago. He thought about how he should’ve gone to his parents immediately after speaking to yours instead of making decisions on his own. He should’ve told Sam and Natasha the truth instead of leaving them in the dark. He should’ve talked to you. But nineteen year old Bucky hadn’t thought of that. What he’d thought of was the fact that his family had lost Ivan Romanoff very recently in a dirty fight with Pierce’s family. He’d thought about the fact that he was going to be the next boss one day and that his decisions would be law at that point so there was no use second guessing himself. He’d thought he was protecting you. By leaving you alone. By giving your parents no reason to not trust you, to allow them to send you to California by yourself. He’d thought he was protecting his own heart by leaving you, because if he broke your heart before you broke his with the betrayal he thought you might be involved in, then it would all be okay in the end.

Twenty-nine year old Bucky didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. He had no reason to be an asshole to you after discovering that you’d been hidden away from your parents plans your whole life. After he’d found out that you had done nothing to lose his trust and it was his fault that your relationship had fallen apart. He’d been a dick who couldn’t even apologize correctly because a) he’d pissed you off with every word he’d spoken recently, and b) he’d done nothing that would prove to you that he was truly sorry. And that? That’s what put him in the VIP section of The Underworld, nursing one of Clint’s Painkillers as his insides rumbled their discontent at his behavior, and listened to Nathasha lay into him.

The day after the impromptu meeting at his family’s headquarters, Bucky had agreed to meet with Natasha and Sam separately to talk to them about what had happened, and to apologize for lying by omission. That night Natasha had told him that he was a ‘fucking idiot who obviously doesn’t deserve jackshit in this world and if she ever fucking chooses you then you better grovel like hell.’ She was right. And they both knew it. And tonight was much of the same.

“Her stipulations were smart as fuck and well-grounded and you know it, Barnes. If you ever want to get in her good fucking graces then you need to stop opening your mouth obviously. Especially when every other word is not you, it’s this cocky man-child who doesn’t know when to shut his goddamn mouth!” Natasha’s face was almost as red as her hair as she hissed at Bucky who was now practically lolling on the secure section’s couch, his black leather jacket that he’d thrown off the second he walked through the curtain, hanging off the arm of the couch.

“I know they were smart, Romanoff. She’s always been smart. She’s a fucking lawyer. She’s the best goddamn person I have ever met in this world but every time I’m around her I turn into a fucking cave man. It’s like I can’t help but make her angry,” Bucky groaned as he finished his drink and gestured at Natasha to get him another one. She stared at him before he opened one eye and pouted, hoping the puppy dog look would get her to fetch him more booze. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the drink from his hand, grumbling the entire way to the bar and back.

“Thank you, Nat,” Bucky whispered as she sat the drink a little harshly onto the table in front of him, part of the drink sloshing over the sides. Her face softened just a bit at the softness of Bucky’s voice before she was correcting it and looking down at him once more.

“You need to slow down there, Barnes. You know what Barton’s Painkillers do to Steve, don’t think that you’re immune to the effects of large amounts of alcohol just because you’ve realized you’re a dumbass.”

Her bluntness made Bucky almost choke on his drink. His moment coughing on the drink brought a grin to Natasha’s lips as she sat down next to him. As he continued chugging, she studied him before Bucky spoke again.

“I don’t know what to do, Nat. I’ve been a fucking idiot. She’s been thrown into this world that she probably never wanted to be a part of. She can’t trust her parents, her old friends deserted her,” a throat clearing from Nat and a sharp pointed look made Bucky reword his statement, “because I made them, and her only true friend that isn’t mixed up in all of this lives across the country. She deserves the entire world to be laid at her feet. She deserves more than to be a glorified trophy wife. And she deserves more than to be stuck with me.”

A beat of silence. Another. And another. Until a sharp giggle cut through the tension, a sound Bucky hadn’t heard in at least a decade. His head whipped up to look at Natasha, to find her face red yet again, but this time it wasn’t because she was angry.

“Oh. My. God. You. Are. Fucked.” Natasha giggled as she threw her head back. “You’re so fucking fucked. Because you, my big idiot of a friend, are still in love with her. I don’t think you’ll be able to convince me that you ever stopped loving her.” Natasha’s giggles had turned into flat out laughter now as she held her stomach and continued laughing. But all Bucky could do was groan louder and finish his drink.

Because Natasha Romanoff. Was 100% correct. And they both knew it. But before Bucky had the chance to really sit on that realization, he could hear a specific voice loud and clear from across the club. Megan.

Natasha looked at him, wide eyed and waiting for him to do something he’d regret, and for once in his life he made a smart decision. Bucky tipped his head to his friend, whispered a ‘thank you, Nat. For everything,’ and snuck out the back entrance of the club to walk as quickly as he could back to his penthouse in hopes of avoiding Megan.

Natasha was right. Clint’s Painkillers were known as the strongest drinks on the island, why Bucky thought he could down them like they were water was a mystery as he practically stumbled through his apartment door. He would’ve walked straight to his bedroom if he wasn’t tripped up by a ball of white fluff scampering to the doorway. Bucky looked down to see Alpine chirping at his feet, extending her front paws to press against Bucky’s lower leg. Bucky bent down to pick up the small cat and cuddle her close.

“Alp, what did I say about running to the door when it opens? You gotta be careful, someone’s gonna trip and fall one day,” he cooed as Alpine merely mewed lightly and nuzzled into his arms. He remembered the day he brought Alpine home four years ago. Just a little kitten, covered in dirt after being found in the alleyway behind The Underworld by Thor. Eventually, Bucky had grabbed her and brought her home with him. He’d wanted a pet for a while. But the little white kitten had reminded him of the dream you’d told him about long ago. A dream of a family, a white kitten, a yard for children to play in. Everything you’d wanted that Bucky could never give you. Bucky shook himself out of his drunken memories and looked down at Alpine, who in turn was gazing back at him.

“We’re gonna have a new friend moving in here tomorrow, so there will be a lot of feet to step on your tail, or for you to trip. So I’ll have to put you up for most of the day, is that okay?” Alpine chirped in response so Bucky nodded and continued, “Our new guest is very nice, Alpine. She’s so beautiful. And smart. Hell she’s the reason I brought you home in the first place,” he huffed out a laugh as he put Alpine down and began walking to his bedroom before settling on his bed, still in his clothes, before adding, “just be careful not to mess up her stuff or trip her and I’m sure she’ll like you…and vice versa. Believe me, it’s ridiculously hard to hate her,” Bucky’s voice faded as he fell into the mattress and passed out. Clint Barton’s Painkillers were, in fact, too much.

So much so that he almost missed his alarm the next morning. Almost. Because Alpine was there swatting his nose making sure she was fed her breakfast. Bucky’s head was pounding and he was not looking forward to all the noise that would be engulfing his apartment soon enough. He’d chugged water and Tylenol just after eating breakfast and made sure that the opposite side of his home was guest ready before putting Alpine up for the day.

Chaos. Utter chaos. That’s what moving another person’s belongings into an already lived in apartment was like. It felt like everyone had shown up to help, Tony, Pepper, Steve, Sam, Nat, George and Winnie. When Nat had walked through the door she’d given Bucky a sharp look before tossing him a pouch of Liquid IV to get through the day. He silently thanked her with a nod as everyone began bringing things up. You and Bucky ignored each other. It was fairly simple to do when you’ve practically got an entire basketball team worth of people helping. Bucky noticed Natasha hovering around you slightly, offering to help more directly than Steve or Sam, who were hanging back a bit. Bucky swore his heart was growing wings when you allowed Nat to help with a small grin on your lips. It wasn’t much. Everyone knew that. But Natasha’s responding smile was enough to make Bucky happy that maybe one good thing could come out of this arrangement. Maybe you’d be able to reconnect with your old friends.

As the move finished and people left, things grew more tense between the two of you as it became increasingly difficult to not be around each other. When it was finally just the Barnes family and you left, much to Tony Stark’s annoyance, Bucky could feel the tension settling around his apartment like a fog. His father looked like he wanted to say something but Bucky held his hand out asking him to wait. Without waiting for a response, Bucky went to the room Alpine had been left in and opened the door, giving the cat the ability to move as she pleased, before returning to his family. You looked at him questioningly, one eyebrow raised, but Bucky just turned towards his father and gestured for him to continue.

“Now that you’re moved in, there are just a couple things we need to talk about regarding this marriage. The first thing is, it will be taking place in a month from now.”

You and Bucky both inhaled quickly, looking at each other briefly before turning your attention back to George who had been studying your reactions before continuing.

“Y/N, I am going to try my best to get your friend here in time for the wedding so long as it is safe for her. You told me she and her husband have young twins and I would not want to endanger their family.”

You nodded in response to George before quietly speaking, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes.”

George nodded but Bucky noted the solemn look on his face, “don’t thank my quite yet, sweet girl. There’s still one more thing we need to talk about. Call it…my stipulation. I know for a fact that you and my son both have talked about what you expect from this marriage and how you will ensure that, but I need to make my singular demand known.”

You both sat there, silently waiting for George to address the only condition he had for the marriage. Bucky watched his father’s gaze land on Winnifred, then you, and finally he felt his father’s gaze land on him. George took a breath before speaking again.

“I need you two to make this as public and as real as possible. That means you need to seem like you like each other. I’m not going to tell you the level of intimacy you should engage in in public, that is not my place, but is imperative that Y/N’s parents and the Pierce’s believe that you two are irrevocably in love with each other. And not like Y/N is only doing this for her safety and the protection that we can offer. You need to convince them.” He paused as Bucky’s breath got stuck in his throat. Bucky felt frozen to his seat and he was sure you felt the same way, he had to stare hard to make sure that you were still breathing. George waited another moment, making sure the two of you understood just how serious he was before finishing.

“I know this will be hard after everything that has come to light recently, but you need to act like you’re the sixteen and seventeen year olds that fell in love, once upon a time, all over again.”

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theaudacitytowrite · 3 years ago

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Green-eyed Monster

Loki x GN!Reader

A/N: A long overdue request from @sylvies4ever . Sorry for the long wait and if its a bit short.

Request: I LOVE jealous loki, could u maybe write a fic where loki is readers SO and he went to asgard for some royal business so the reader went to their best friends house (sam, scott, t'challa, or any character u r comfortable writing) for a sleepover till he came back

word count: 941

With heavy steps, Bucky shuffled to his door at three in the morning. A persistent knock had forced him to get on his feet again.

“Hey.” Y/N greeted him sheepishly in their pyjamas as he opened the door.

“Nightmare?” he hummed blearily and Y/N nodded, “Come in.”

Y/N shuffled into his room and gently closed the door behind them. Bucky had already retreated to his sofa and plummeted head first onto it.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up but I didn’t know where else to go.” Y/N apologized as they sat beside him.

“Is your lover boy still on his royal excursion?" Bucky mumbled into the cushions.

“Yeah… it’s already been two weeks and I haven't heard anything from him, not even a life signal. You could think with Asgard being such a progressive and mighty place they at least had something to get in contact with other civilizations.” Y/N let herself fall onto their back with a huff.

“That's rough, buddy.” Bucky turned his head to them.

“I love how compassionate you can be sometimes.” Y/N grimaced and hit Bucky with a pillow.

“Hey, careful now." he protested, "Aren’t you used to it with your little ice cube of a boyfriend?”

“My little ice cube is the sweetest and most warm-hearted, caring man I have ever encountered.” Y/N defended Loki.

“Are we really talking about the same person?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“He’s just particular about whom he shows his real self.” they shrugged, “You two would get along great if both of you would make an effort for once.”

“If you say so.” he breathed, “So, what can we do to calm you down? I suppose you're still too upset to sleep?”

“It's almost like you know me, Barnes. Would you maybe join me in the living room to watch Aristocats with me?” they smiled sweetly at him.

“What kind of friend would I be if I denied you?” Bucky pushed himself up from the couch.

“A bad one.” Y/N grinned as they followed suit.

“Exactly.” Bucky hummed and opened the door for them, playfully bowing in front of Y/N to motion her through the door.

The first thing Bucky felt was the rhythmic bumps into the soles of his feet that disturbed his slumber.

"What now?" Bucky whined as his eyes opened with protest, still heavy from the bumpy night’s rest. He blinked against the sunbeams that already made their way through the windows, blinding him. His senses were quick to adapt when his eyes focussed on a fuming Loki.

"Oh hey, Loki, nice to see you." Bucky propped himself up from his slouched position.

"Get your filthy hands from my betrothed," he growled at Bucky.

"Loki?" Y/N stirred awake from their sleep when their head slid from Bucky’s shoulder. In a heartbeat they had already scrambled from the couch, jumping into Loki’s embrace.

"Loki, you’re finally back!" they slung their arms around his neck, beaming joyfully.

"You were right Y/N, he definitely is such a warm-hearted man,” Bucky stated sarcastically, earning a murderous glare from Loki.

“God.” Loki corrected him harshly.

“What did you say?" Y/N loosened their hug to look at Loki.

"Nothing. I just asked politely if he was so kind as to remove his fingers from my beautiful spouse-to-be so I could carry them up to our room." Loki feigned innocence.

"Somehow I don't believe you...," Y/N glared at him sceptically, "But tell me, how was your trip?"

"Great. We came to an agreement with Vanaheim earlier than we had anticipated. So I was relieved that I was able to come home sooner than I thought," he reported, "Just to come home to see you cuddling with the enemy."

“We just fell asleep while watching a movie,” Bucky interjected, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Doesn’t change the fact that your filthy head was on theirs." Loki snarled at him.

“Don’t be so rude.” Y/N hit his chest warningly, “He only stayed with me because I had a nightmare and I didn’t know where else I could go. You weren’t here so Bucky offered to stay with me, so I wouldn’t have to be alone.”

Loki mustered Y/N’s face as he tried to find a reason to stay mad at Bucky but he knew that there was no logical argument. He grumbled under his breath before he nodded understandingly.

“You’ll get away with this one for now.” Loki glared at him.

“With what? I didn't do anything.” Bucky exclaimed outraged.

"Loki, don't be like that." Y/N scolded him, "Let's go upstairs and take a nap. I missed you and I need cuddles and it looks like you could need some too."

"Of course, darling." he smiled sweetly at them as if nothing had happened, "You, go on up. I'm gonna grab a snack out of the fridge and will follow you immediately."

“Sure, but behave.” Y/N locked eyes with him intently.

“Of course, my love,” he promised. Y/N pecked his lips quickly before they turned to Bucky once again, gathering their phone and blanket.

"Thank you Bucky." they hugged him quickly, “And sorry about him,” they whispered into his ears.

"No problem, Y/N." Bucky gave them a half smile and nodded goodbye.

"Don't take too long." Y/N reminded Loki.

“I won’t dare.” he chuckled and watched them take the elevator to their floor. As the doors closed his tender smile dropped and was replaced by a snarl.

"Don't test your luck again, Barnes." he towered over Bucky, "Y/N won't always be there to defend you." and with that, he had vanished into thin air.

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?!" Bucky yelled into the empty room.

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lillywillow · 3 years ago

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The Cat, The Witch and The Woodsman

Summary: When Bucky hears of someone who might be able to help him, he sets out with his best feline friend to find them

Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

Words: 2977

Square Filled: C4- Scars

Pairing: Woodsman!Bucky Barnes x Witch!Female Reader

Warnings: Mild angst, mentions of scars, mentions of past trauma

A/N: Set in a magical AU

Bucky had really been struggling as of late. Ever since he had escaped from the evil warlock association that had turned him into a puppet for their wrongdoings, he had been trying to adjust into normal life again. His two friends Sam and Steve had been slowly helping him to get back to the man he used to be but it was a long journey. Bucky wanted to do things on his own but working with one arm was hard. He had built a cottage for himself in the woods, away from anyone else. His friends came to visit from time to time, trying to convince him to go into town. Bucky would always tell them he wasn’t ready but would give them lists of things he might need. They were understanding but they really hoped that one day he might just join them.

The nights were the worst. Most nights he would fixate on all the bad things he was made to do and whenever he did fall asleep, he was plagued by nightmares. His faithful companion Alpine was always there to help keep him grounded, her soft fur reminding him he was free… but he wasn’t truly. Not until whatever was in his head went away. Bucky couldn’t even do basic magic anymore. Bucky knew he had to do something about this soon or he may just go insane. Recently, he heard a rumour of a witch that lived deep in the woods who may just be able to heal him. Taking Alpine with him, he set off on a witch hunt. Cats had a sixth sense when it came to the supernatural so maybe she could locate the witch for him. At this point, Bucky was desperate to try anything.

…

You were in your bird form looking for a patch of special herbs you used in your potions when you spotted a white cat wandering through the woods. Finding this strange, you moved in closer and landed on a nearby branch. Cats on their own weren’t all that uncommon but they were usually of the brown, tabby variety. This one was pure white. You watched as the cat walked around, seemly on the hunt for something.

“See anything, girl?” a deep male’s voice asked.

You watched as a man with long brown hair and one arm followed the cat. He was handsome and there was something about him that called out to you. The cat stopped in front on the tree you were resting on, her bright blue eyes fixated on you.

“Is that her? Are you sure?” he asked.

The cat meowed in response, her gaze never leaving you.

“Okay… just hope I’m not talking to a bird like a crazy person,” he muttered, getting down on one knee.

“Oh, mighty forest witch! I beseech you to come to my aid! Um… what was the next thing…?”

Having heard enough, you flew to the ground and transfigured into your human form.

“You’re being way too formal,” you sighed.

“Sorry… I just… I can’t keep living like this…”

The man looked up at you and you immediately saw the pain in his blue/ grey eyes which had dark circles from lack of sleep under them. You reached out a hand and felt the dark magic corrupting his own. Gently, you pat the cat on top of her head, her voice sounding like a silver bell in your mind.

“Help, father…”

How could you deny such an innocent request from something so pure?

“Follow me,” you instructed.

The man got to his feet and followed after you.

“Thank you… I’m Bucky, by the way and this is Alpine.”

You introduced yourself as you walked the pair of them back to your cottage. Bucky found; it was a lot like his own. Secluded yet homey but there was something magic about it as well. The interior was a lot like his too with a comfortable layout.

“So… are you looking to do a cleanse?” you asked, pulling Bucky out of his thoughts.

He stared blankly for a few moments before responding.

“I… I want to get rid of the trigger words in my head… and get rid of any evil they might have left…”

You nodded in understanding and collected a few things. Bucky watched as you gave Alpine some fish, water and a few toys.

“This will keep her amused while we work,” you explained.

Bucky smiled at your thoughtfulness towards his little buddy. Next, you handed him a robe made of fine silk.

“You can change into this while I prepare the room. You can meet me in there when we’re done,” you said, pointing to a door with a seal on it.

He nodded and waited for you to enter the room before he changed into the robe. Once he was changed, he went into the room. It was totally dark inside, with only candles for illumination. You encouraged Bucky to sit on one of the cushions in the centre of the circle of candles as you closed the door.

“Physical contact is a requirement of this magic. Is that okay?”

Bucky nodded.

“I’m going to need verbal consent so I’m not misinterpreting anything. Is it okay to touch you?”

“Yes,” Bucky muttered quietly.

“Okay. First, I’m going to take the words out of your head. For this, I’m going to touch your temples. Is this okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you let me know and we’ll stop right away.”

Bucky stayed still as you gentle placed your fingers on his temples. He closed his eyes as you began muttering an incantation. Bucky could feel a dull headache beginning to form as you searched his mind for his triggers. Bucky could take it. Compared to what those warlocks put him through, this was nothing. You took each word and every dark thought left by those monsters and collected them, taking them out of his head. Bucky felt his head become lighter, the dull ache he felt from earlier gone. He opened his eyes to see you holding a ball of dark energy the size of an egg and watched as you slowly and carefully dunked it into a bowl of shining liquid. The ball fizzled as it touched the contents and started to dissolve.

“Liquid mojo. Highly acidic and excellent at dissolving unwanted dark magic,” you explained.

Bucky nodded and watched until there was nothing left of those nasty thoughts.

“Are you ready to continue?” you asked.

“I’m ready.”

“Now, for this next part, I’m going to place my hand on your chest. It’s going to be the hardest part. Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s begin.”

You placed your palm on the centre of his chest over his heart. Closing your eyes, you focused on grabbing the dark energy. It was coiled around his core like an invasive strangling ivy. You tried pulling it but all his fear, grief and anger had entwined themselves around the dark magic making it harder.

“Bucky, you’re fighting me…”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“You need to let go…”

“I can’t… It hurts so much…”

“It’s okay… You were a victim… You didn’t willingly hurt anyone. You’re allowed to be happy again…”

Bucky broke down crying at your words and with his body’s permission, you were able to pull out every negative vibe, every piece of dark magic and bile and pulled it out of his heart and soul. It wanted to fight you every step of the way, desperately trying to escape as you put into the acid bath. The dark magic dissolved slower than the last but eventually did so. You did a final check to make sure you got it all but all you could feel was his good magic.

“Can you… can you say the words? I want to make sure I won’t hurt anyone ever again…” Bucky asked, his voice raw with emotion.

Carefully, you spoke each word in the order you saw them. Bucky waited for the spell that would turn him into a monster again but nothing happened. He pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you… thank you,” he sobbed.

“You are truly free,” you quietly assured him as you hugged him back, taking care neither of you was touching the liquid mojo.

You sat there holding him, letting him cry as much as he needed to. Once he was done, you helped him up and guided him back to the main area. You set him up with a large helping of stew and a glass of water while you cleaned up. Alpine trotted over to him and jumped on his lap.

“I’m okay, Alpine… I’m okay…”

Bucky was in fact okay. He was drained mentally, emotionally and physically but he felt lighter than he had in a long time. With each spoonful of soup, he could feel some of his strength returning. After you had cleaned up, you joined him at the table. Bucky noticed you looked just as tired as he felt. The pair of you ate in silence feeling just content with each other’s company.

“You’re welcome to stay the night. I’m sure you don’t feel like travelling very far right now,” you offered.

“Thank you… You’ve been far kinder than I deserve…”

“Hey, look at me…”

Bucky blushed as you grabbed his hand.

“I meant every word I said in there. You are a good man who deserves good things. I know those warlocks. They take everything that is good in the world and they twist it into what they think is best…”

“So… you?”

You looked away.

“It was a long time ago…”

Bucky gently squeezed your hand, allowing you to continue but not pressing you if you didn’t want to. You had to admit… it felt nice to have contact with another being after being alone for so long.

“Tomorrow, do you want me to work on making a new arm for you?” you asked, changing the subject.

“I… I guess so,” he shrugged.

Bucky wasn’t really sure what that would entail but he wanted to spend a little more time with you. You smiled a little, letting go of his hand so he could finish his soup.

Alpine watched the pair of you intently. Father liked you and she certainly liked you. She could tell you were a gentle soul who had bad things happen to them just like father. Alpine hoped that maybe there was something she could do to keep you around…

After dinner, you set the spare room so Bucky could sleep before retiring to your own bedroom. Bucky made himself comfortable and got ready for bed.

“She’s pretty great, huh?”

Alpine meowed in response.

“I like her too. Do you think we should keep seeing her?”

Once again, Alpine meowed at him. Bucky smiled as he settled down, soon falling asleep.

…

Bucky woke from a dreamless sleep sometime around midnight. He wasn’t exactly sure what woke him but this was the first time he hadn’t had any nightmares for a long time. When he heard the front door open and close, his instincts as a soldier kicked in. Carefully, Bucky walked around the cottage, checking for any signs of danger. Finding the place safe, he decided to look around outside.

Bucky noticed a trail of footprints heading away so he followed them. What if you ran into danger or needed help? He followed the path to a waterfall, blushing when he saw you bathing in it, illuminated under the full moon light. From his position, he could see the scars all over your back. He recognised some of the shapes from the tools they used back when he was a familiar. After a few moments, Bucky realised he probably look away and head back or he might seem creepy. The image of your scarred skin played out in his mind as he once again let sleep take him.

…

Bucky slept in late the next morning. By then, you had already made breakfast and given Alpine something to eat. It was the best sleep he had in years. After he finished eating, you pulled out something from a chest.

“For this spell, I’m going to have to place this over your shoulder against your skin. Is that okay?”

Bucky nodded before giving his verbal consent. You carefully helped him to remove his shirt, for the first time noticing the scars that mapped his torso and the angry one on his stump. You hadn’t really noticed them in the dark room yesterday.

“Do we have to go into that room again?” he asked.

“No. I only used that room when working with dark magics. Seances, cleansing or purifications, the occasional exorcism… That room has been designed so the dark magic can’t escape back into the world. Out here will be just fine.”

Bucky nodded and waited patiently as you placed some kind of metal sling over his left shoulder, fitting it roughly where his arm should be. You ran your hand down his right shoulder, down his arm to hold his hand and held your other hand out as if you were holding his other hand.

“For this one, I’m going to need you to work with me. Close your eyes… Focus… imagine yourself holding my hand… Just like that… Picture your arm clearly…”

As he followed your instructions, Bucky could hear a metallic clicking sound.

“There… you did it,” you smiled.

When Bucky opened his eyes, he was amazed to see a bronze arm with his green magic glowing from in between the plates. He moved it around and tested it out. It was perfect. Smiling brightly, he pulled you into another hug.

“I can’t thank you enough, Y/N…”

“You’re very welcome, Bucky,” you replied, embracing him.

You stood there for a while before pulling away.

“What do I owe you?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“For your services…”

“Nothing… It was a privilege to help you,” you said with all honesty.

“Please, I insist…”

“Well maybe… you could stop by again sometime…”

“I’d like that,” Bucky smiled.

…

Over the next few days, Bucky improved massively. He still took a few things slowly but without the weight on his chest, he felt normal again. Bucky couldn’t stop thinking about you. When he described his experience with you to his friends, they noticed the lovestruck look about him. They encouraged him to pursue you if you truly made him happy. Alpine noticed it too. That’s why one afternoon, she put her plan into action.

…

Bucky was out gathering wood when Alpine took off. Dropping everything he had, he followed the cat as she ran deeper.

“Alpine!” he called.

She didn’t listen, sensing your presence in the area. Alpine stopped at your feet, almost proudly.

“Alpine? What are you doing here?” you asked, picking her up.

“Helping father,” her sliver bell voice said in your mind, almost proudly.

No sooner had you picked her up than Bucky ran up to you. Today he had his hair pulled back into a nice ponytail. It really showcased his handsome face.

“Alpine! Don’t just go running off into the woods. It’s too dangerous,” he scolded.

“Hello, Bucky,” you greeted.

“Oh! Hi, Y/N… I’m sorry about Alpine…”

“It’s okay… would you like to come in for tea?” you asked.

“I would,” he smiled back.

Alpine looked rather smug with herself. Maybe this would help the two of you find happiness…

The pair of you caught up on everything that had happened over the last few days. You felt happy that you were able to take Bucky from such a broken man to the man you saw in front of you. As you spoke, there was one thing that continued coming to Bucky’s mind.

“Y/N… there’s something I have to confess… that night, I saw the scars on your back…”

You sighed and put down your teacup. There was no hiding it now.

“I told you that I knew those warlocks… how they twist things to suit them… I used to live in a town where I was a healer. I never used to have any troubles, just went about my business… then one day, they came to town. They convinced the people that witches were evil and turned them against me… they hurt me… tried to get me to reveal the location of my coven… I never had one…”

Bucky hugged you and held you close as you cried.

“I was only able to escape because some of the people came to their senses… I’ve been afraid it’ll happen again…” you whimpered.

“I’ll protect you…”

You believed him… you really did. Bucky gently dried away your tears, keeping his hands on your face. Before either of you knew it, your lips were touching in a soft, warm kiss. This felt right for both of you.

“Sorry… I should have asked permission first,” he breathed as he pulled away.

“It’s okay… I trust you…”

“Can I do it again?”

“Of course…”

As he kissed you again, you felt like this could be the start of something wonderful.

…

You and Bucky officially became a couple after that day, agreeing to take things slow. Alpine was happier than ever to see her favourite person happy too. You helped each other come back into the world after being isolated for so long. Scars never went away but with the right person, they could fade.

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volklana · 2 years ago

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End of the Affair

Title comes from this song:

Heavy inspiration from these lyrics:

Living without her Living at all Seems to slow me down

The weight of your laughter Alive in the hall

Now I watch her Running 'round in love again Now I talk about you When I'm with our mutual friends

Request: Could you maybe do where reader is in love with Bucky and after a party they sleep together but he thinks it's just sex and reader is really hurt. Could you do where after he just gets dressed and leaves her and then for days she is is really upset like not turning up to work etc and have a fluffy ending if possible?

Warnings: Body dysmorphia hugely on Bucky’s side in relation to his scarring. Steve thinks reader may have been SA at one point she has not and there is no further reference to it, I did just want to give this warning.

The Steven reader starts dating I based on Steven Grant because Oscar Isaac am I right?

You and Bucky did everything together, it was simply acknowledged that wherever one of you was the other was never too far behind.

You went on coffee runs together, trying and testing different flavours.

You went on long, autumn walks in Central Park, listening to stories about Bucky’s childhood.

You rode the subway out to Brooklyn so he could retrace his and Steve’s childhood steps, and you watched his eyes light up as he recounted some of his fondest memories.

When Bucky started expressing an interest in photography, you went along to galleries with him. It was you who gifted him his first camera on his birthday and you distinctly noted the light in his eyes as he ripped the paper off the box. Of course this meant many countless trips into the city on off days for Bucky to practice but you didn’t mind because it was worth it to see him be passionate about something that for the longest time, was his own.

People talked, of course they did, there were whispers that Bucky was ‘doing’ you. You’d heard the whispers along corridors or caught the smirk of an agent as you and Bucky passed by, if he noticed he never brought it up. But the truth of the matter was, he had never crossed that line, no matter how many times you wished he would.

At least on your part it started purely platonic, wanting to be his friend and wanting to help him integrate onto the team. But there was no denying you were absolutely and positively head over heels in love with him. He had seemed so cold and indifferent when you first met him, all curt nods and grunt replies but you had watched him open up to you over time, gentle shy smiles and little huffs of laughter, to reveal one of the warmest people you had ever known. It made your heart shatter that someone so kind should be warped and tortured to do the things Hydra had made him do.

You began to feel like maybe, just maybe there was something more between you. When he hugged you, he held on a little longer. Sometimes while out for one of your excursions he would reach for your hand, only to stop himself last minute, and you were okay with that. If he needed time the last thing you were going to do was pressure him into anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

Music was thumping and you were on a buzz, the cocktails had been flowing and Nat had basically been feeding you shots.

You were swaying to the music and running your hands through your hair, Sam had initially been your dancing partner but a pretty brunette in a short skirt had caught his attention and you had urged him to go shoot his shot.

You startled a bit as someone saddled up behind you but you couldn’t hide the shy smile that shot across your face when you caught a glimpse of metal, as Bucky pulled you flush against him.

“I thought you didn’t dance,” you smiled and he huffed a laugh in your ear, “I don’t”

“So what are you doing Sergeant Barnes?”

He didn’t answer initially, hesitating before spinning you around to face him, he was looking at you shyly, cheeks rosy from the drinks he’d been downing with Steve.

“I just thought if I didn’t swoop in now some other guy was gonna sweep you off your feet and I don’t think I could bare to see you with somebody else,” he huffed.

Your heart thumped in your chest, almost afraid to believe this was happening. The weeks of lingering touches, of longing gazes and the undeniable magnetic pull between you finally seemed to be amounting to this moment.

He looked like he wanted to say something else eyeing you up and down, but with a surge of confidence you could only blame on the alcohol you pushed forward to kiss him.

Fully expecting him to knock you back, you almost startled when his arms wrapped around you and he kissed you back ferociously.

Pinned under the weight of his body you came undone crying out his name, he stilled for a moment before grasping a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so he could attach his lips to the soft skin on your neck, “Look at me,” he commanded and you lifted your eyes to meet his, he came suddenly, and collapsed a panting weight on top of you.

You stroked your hands along the length of his spine relishing in the warmth of his body on top of yours. And placed a kiss to his shoulder, the place where metal met scarred skin. You sat up in confusion when he suddenly pulled away from you. Pacing around the room collecting discarded clothes and pulling them on.

“Where are you going?” you asked, voice small trying to process the sudden change in his mood, he didn’t answer simply pulling his shirt back on.

“You’re not going to stay the night?” you asked, this time your voice definitely betraying the hurt you were feeling at his rejection.

He sighed before turning to face you “Y/n, this was a mistake, if I stay there’s going to be no going back. I think it’s best we don’t cross any more boundaries, I don’t want to lose what we have”

You felt your heart sink into a bottomless pit in your stomach, suddenly feeling way too exposed to be sitting here naked in front of him. How could he possibly speak to you about crossing boundaries when you had literally just slept together? You pulled the sheets up to cover you, feeling more foolish at yourself for thinking this would ever go any further.

“Okay,” was all you could successfully muster.

“I’ll see you at training tomorrow though right?”

How could he be so indifferent to you? Tears welled in your eyes and you willed them not to fall in front of him. You almost felt cheap and you certainly had not expected this from Bucky of all people.

“Mhm,” was all you could manage. You weren’t sure if you could ever see him again without feeling like your heart was breaking into a thousand pieces.

“I’m going to head back to the party for a bit,” he announced heading over to your door, “Will I see you back down there?”

You shook your head forcing a smile, “I’m really tired, I'm gonna head to bed.”

He flashed a sad smile in your direction and was gone, leaving a trail of shame in your stomach.

You made it precisely to the click of your door closing before the red hot tears fell. You weren’t sure what feeling was worse the pining after him for months, or having got the briefest taste of him, and getting your hopes up that finally this was about to happen only to have your hopes and feelings dashed to a million tiny pieces right before your eyes

When you didn’t turn up for work the first day it was easy for everyone to blame it on a hangover but when one day turned into four. Nat was worried sick. Steve was beginning to consider breaking down your door but Nat talked him out of it, but he was going out of his mind, this was not like you at all.

“Has she talked to you at all Buck?” he asked as Bucky was punching a punch bag, “All my messages are going unanswered.”

Bucky shook his head, promising Steve he would try to get through to you later.

He didn’t have the guts to tell him that you weren’t answering his either.

You spent what felt like hours of everyday looking at your mirror, black rings under puffy swollen eyes from days of crying. The bruises on your skin from your night with Bucky prominent, any other time you would have worn them like a badge of honour, now they were just a reminder of what you had tasted and would never have again.

Of course he wanted nothing more than sex from you. What else could you have possibly given him? You had seen first hand the girls that Bucky attracted, the way he could revert back to the flirt you could only imagine he would have been in the 40s when he was feeling particularly confident, but he had always turned them down and in your own stupidity you had thought it was because he had feelings for you. You genuinely thought he was different with you. You thought. You thought. You thought.

A furious pounding on your door startled you, from your position in the bath, knees pulled up and arms wrapped around yourself. The water was almost scalding and the steam alleviated the stuffiness in your nose from crying, the bubbles nearly overflowing.

“Y/n it’s Steve, if you don’t open the door this time I am gonna kick it down.”

You didn’t believe for a second that he would follow through on that threat until a heavy thud followed by another, led to Steve suddenly face to face with you in the bath, you were suddenly grateful for the extra bubblebath you had put in.

He took one look at you, eyes swollen and puffy and bruises littering your arms and He dropped to his knees by your side.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” You shook your head, of course he was going to assume the worst.

“It’s not what you’re thinking Steve,” you sighed and he reached for you pulling your head to his chest.

“Then what is it sweetheart because I am worried sick. I have Nat doing daily stocktakes in the kitchen to see if you’re eating, you’re not by the way! Please love, please tell me what it is.”

And you couldn’t help it, the dam broke and you were sobbing the entirety to Steve, tears spilling onto his shirt.

“And I know it’s stupid but I really love him and I just feel like the most insignificant thing on the planet to him right now.”

Steve was looking at you like he wanted to kill someone, and you sighed rubbing at your tired eyes, “I’m so sorry Steve I know he is your best friend. I shouldn’t have put you in this position.”

Steve sat down on the tiles of your bathroom floor.

“Y/n, before Bucky ever turned up here you were one of the most important people to me. Bucky doesn’t get a get out of jail free card to treat you like this just because he is my best friend.”

“But I don’t want you to say anything to him Steve, can you promise me? I’m embarrassed enough as it is.”

Steve sighed, looking like he wanted to argue, but the look on your face had him relenting, “First of all you have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he soothed “But you have my word, I won't say anything to him.”

“Tell you what?” you bargained, “If you order us some takeout I promise I’ll eat with you. We could maybe watch a movie?”

Steve rose, fetching you the bathrobe that hung on the back of the bathroom door pressing a kiss to your forehead “That is a deal sweetheart,” he turned to face you seriously “Thank you for trusting me enough to talk to me.”

Bucky was really starting to feel like a piece of shit. He couldn’t count the amount of times he had dreamed of sharing a bed with you, dreamed of touching you the way he did. But he had always told himself you were out of bounds. Too good to be tainted by him. Him and all his fucked up ways. But a stupid amount of Thor’s alcohol and you in that goddamn dress had him breaking every single rule he had put in place with you.

You were gentle, and kind. The kindest person he knew, and he was stupidly and foolishly head over heels with you. He hadn’t expected you to kiss him and that was it, every ounce of self control he had went straight out the fucking window along with all his common sense.

And then you kissed him on the ugliest part of his whole body, the part of his body that he couldn’t even bare to look at yet, and it was like the spell was broken. He realized how utterly selfish he had been to touch you, something as pure as you. He couldn’t get away from you quick enough. He had tainted you enough as it was, and the look of love in your eyes made him want to be sick, because you deserved so much more than to love something as disgusting as him.

But you hadn’t shown up in days. He waited every single morning in your spot for your daily training sessions and you never showed, he trained alone.

He waited every night in the kitchen for hours in case you would come out for your nightly ‘snacky snacks’ as you called them, but you never showed.

But he was a coward, he couldn’t bring himself to knock on your door, he didn’t want to face the consequences of what he had done.

But when you didn’t show up on the fifth day, his worry for you was overriding his own selfish fears and so he stood outside your door, his heart hammered in his chest when he realized it was busted off its hinges.

He chanced a gentle knock on it anyway.

“Come in,” your voice called from the other side and he stepped tentatively in.

“Okay, I’ve layed out all my favourite romantic comedies, you better have gotten me extra noodles,” your back was turned to him and he scratched at the back of his neck, as the smile slipped off your face when you realized he clearly wasn’t the person you were expecting.

“What are you doing here?” you snapped refusing to look him in the eye.

“You haven’t been replying to my messages, you’ve been missing in action for days. I was worried,” he bargained.

“That’s good of you, well as you can see I am fine so no need to worry.”

“Y/n,” he cried trying to take a step towards you, but you held an arm out to stop him in place.

He was hurt by your hostility towards him, but he was more hurt by the obvious signs that you had been crying and not sleeping, he could always tell. You used to be the person he came to when you were upset, guess he had lost those privileges. It was with a sickening punch to his gut that he noticed the bruises on your arm.

��Did I?” he almost shrieked, “Did I do that to you?” he wanted to be sick. Further proof that he was a disgusting person, who didn’t even know his own strength.

You looked confused for a second before following his line of sight. “It’s nothing. They will fade and then we can both pretend that night never even happened.”

So his own fears had been confirmed, once you sobered up and could think clearly you would see him for what he really was and all that night ever would have been would be sex.

He didn’t know what to say, stood rooted to the spot looking in horror at the dots his metal fingers had left on your skin, and then the rustling of a plastic bag filled with takeout and Steve’s presence in the room pulled him from the depths of his own horrors.

Steve shot him a curt nod and he got the distinct feeling that he wasn’t welcome in this room with the two people who meant the most to him in the whole world.

All hopes of you ever being his friend again seemed dashed. You were turning up to training again, you were slowly but surely reintegrating with the rest of the team but you were very much giving him a wide berth and he wasn’t sure what to do to make things okay with you again.

He lay awake at night thinking of ways he could convince you to talk to him. To apologise for what happened, but your coldness to him terrified him and he was genuinely terrified that if he said the wrong thing you would be done with him forever.

Even the interns were whispering that something must have happened between you, because you were no longer speaking.

It didn’t help that Steve was giving him the cold shoulder, and giving him the I’m not angry just disappointed look at every possibility and so he did what he thought the only right thing in this whole scenario was to do, he decided to give you the space you needed.

You and Bucky did everything together, but now he was doing everything alone. Coffee just tasted bitter and central park was boring without the sound of your laughter bouncing off the paths and filling his senses.

He took photos of ugly decrepit buildings and pigeons with missing legs, it was like without you all he could focus on was the ugly. The ugliness outside and within.

Weeks and weeks of living without you seemed to slow him down. He had no desire to do anything but train and sleep. Signing up for every possible mission Steve could send him on.

You finally confided in Nat when you could talk about Bucky without wanting to cry, you did have to make her promise she wasn’t going to kick his ass, but she made you promise something in return- that you would allow her to set you up on a date. You knew she wasn’t going to accept no for an answer and so you relented. You had gone with no intentions of ever seeing this man again but he was kind and made you laugh, properly laugh for the first time in weeks.

It helped that he was a giant nerd, you talked about books about Harry Potter and he seemed to share a passion for good coffee with you. You were agreeing to a second date before you could even catch yourself, and you delighted when he gave you a shy hug on the way home, texting you later that night that he was too shy to kiss you, but he wished he had.

Three weeks in Budapest collecting intel with Sam had Bucky really looking forward to climbing into his makeshift bed on the floor of his own living room in peace. He raced through his debrief with Steve, who thankfully was back to treating him as normal, and retreated out of the room to head towards the kitchen.

Your laughter was bouncing around the walls of the corridor and Bucky stopped in his tracks, it was like a siren call and he relished in the sound of it, truly allowing himself to admit just how much he really missed you.

He rounded the corner and felt a punch right in the guts at the sight of you, a bit of frosting on your nose and the culprit who had put it there had you wrapped in his arms placing kisses to your neck.

The smile slightly slipped from your face when you noticed Bucky stood there like a deer in headlights, you unwound yourself from the arms that were holding you gently in place.

“Bucky, this is Steven,” you stated and before Bucky could even react, Steven was surging forward, arm outstretched to shake his hand, brown, kind eyes twinkling, a smile that truly matched his eyes and Bucky couldn’t help but shake his hand.

He excused himself quickly, having to sprint to his room before he threw up.

Bucky stood examining himself for the longest time in the mirrored walls of the training room. This was really the end of it all. The end of the affair. Watching you running around in love with someone that wasn’t him hurt more than anything he had consciously ever gone through.

The training room was deserted, everyone else having gone to bed hours ago. He slipped his shirt off to examine his naked torso in the mirror. He forced himself to look, really look at the spot where scarred skin met metal, the spot you had placed your lips.

It was easier at the time to convince himself that it had just been sex than to admit what terrified him more than anything, that you were in love with him.

He ran his fingers absentmindedly over the scarring before pulling his fingers away like he had been burned, how could you possibly kiss him there when he could barely even bring himself to touch it. You were someone who deserved only the best of everything and he was never going to not regret that he couldn’t be that for you

He was startled to find his eyes wet, he was crying. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cried.

The rumors were doing the rounds again, “and apparently he was crying and Sam had to walk him out.”

Bucky as usual ignored the gossip, fixing his headphones in but stilling when the agents continued “Do you think she did it for him?”

Bucky couldn’t help but listen, turning his back so they would think he wasn’t listening.

“Apparently she ended it with him because she’s still in love with him.”

His heart hammered in his chest, surely not.

There was commotion in the lobby and Bucky pushed his way forward, Steven was begging to be let through, Sam and Steve doing their best to diffuse the tension.

“You need to leave man,” Sam was reasoning in his understanding voice.

At precisely that moment Steven’s eyes locked with Bucky’s and Bucky swallowed a lump in his throat at how heartbroken he looked, “Are you happy?” he choked and Bucky shook his head no, he absolutely was not happy.

It was past 3am and Bucky made his way to the training room, he hadn’t seen you all day and he didn’t blame you. Even Sam and Steve seemed to be trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong. You two had been so cute together, everyone thought it.

He startled a little to see the lights on but then he heard the unmistakable sound of someone hitting a punching bag way too hard.

He didn’t want to startle you but you were there, punching the bag to death, music blaring in your ears and the unmistakable sight of your shoulders shaking meant you were crying.

You stilled all action and Bucky looked at the mirror to see your bloodshot eyes staring back, and before he could even think he was surging forward pulling you into a bone crushing hug and you allowed him to pull you down to the ground. He rocked you gently as he held your head to his chest allowing you to cry it out.

“What happened doll?” he whispered.

“You. You are what happened Buck,” you cried, Bucky didn’t stop his ministrations on your hair as he let you speak at your own pace, “He told me he loved me, he stood and looked me in the eye and told me he loved me and my first thought was, that it wasn’t you. How disgusting is that? Even after how shit you’ve treated me I can’t forget about you. I had to break up with him. It was cruel to be with him when I’m still in love with you. And I don’t care that you think I’m disgusting and don’t want to be with me apart from sex because that’s how I fucking feel.”

This stopped Bucky right in his tracks, and he paused all actions.

“You think….you think I only wanted you for sex?” He was crestfallen

“Well you did-until you sobered up and realised I was disgusting, you couldn’t get out of my bed quick enough.”

“Doll, no,” he cried “It’s me! I am the disgusting one. A decrepit, scarred, moody excuse of a man who had no right to even touch you. I left before I couldn’t find the strength to leave again. I thought once you sobered up and saw me for what I was, truly, you would be ashamed of me. I thought it was drunken sex on your side, I didn’t realise at the time that it meant…more.”

“It meant everything Buck, everything to me.”

From where you were nestled against his chest you could hear his heart pounding.

“But you- you saw me, you kissed me there. It marked you.” he was spawning out half sentences but you suddenly clocked where his trail of thought was going, you had kissed him on his scars, his metal arm had left bruises on you, and Buckyy couldn’t accept that you would find that part of him beautiful because he couldn’t accept that part of himself.

Untangling yourself from his arms you reached for his metal arm, pulling his hand to your lips and kissing it on the palm.

“All of this time you thought I was rejecting you?” he whispered looking so sad, you placed another kiss to his palm, “I thought I was protecting you.”

“I didn’t need protecting Bucky, I needed you.”

“I was protecting you from…me.”

You looked into his big pools of worried blue, “I don’t need protecting from you. I need you Buck.”

“You’ve got me,” he whispered boring down into your eyes, “All of me, even the ugly parts.”

You took his metal hand that was still in yours and placed it on your chest.

“You want this arm to do some good? Something beautiful?” Bucky nodded.

“It’s holding my heart, don’t let it break.”

Bucky surged forward to kiss you, absolutely melting into you when you wrapped your arms around his neck.

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becca-e-barnes · 4 years ago

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I love your writing! Can you please do one with Bucky where the reader gives him a gift and it’s like an iPod and the reader put a bunch of 40’s music on it for Bucky to listen too and Bucky asks the reader to dance and it’s really sweet and fluffy! Thank you!

When I tell you I RAN for my iPad to start writing this request as soon as it came through omg, I am obsessed with this one! Thank you so so much for sending me this, I absolutely loved writing it 💗

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2,925

Warnings: Loads of fluff, super duper sweet Bucky, little bit of angst and mentions of family loss. Mad cottagecore vibes. This is honestly just hella soft!

Summary: Bucky doesn’t remember much about his sister Rebecca, just that today is her birthday. Coming to terms with the fact she grew up alone upsets him so you cheer him up with an early birthday present, taking him back to the 40’s.

A/N: I noticed Bucky has a sister in the comics so I went with that! (cause it makes me so happy to know that a canon Rebecca Barnes exists). I really don’t know much about her so if I’ve written anything wrong, please let me know so I can edit her to be canon compliant 💕 (And yes, all my 40’s songs are from the Fallout 4 soundtrack, I couldn’t help it)

The sound of the rain pattering softly on the roof woke you from your sleep. You rubbed your eyes and turned to look at the thin flannel curtains, noticing they were letting in a little light. Birds had only just began to start chirping faintly in the distance, meaning it couldn’t be much later than 5am. You rolled over in the large bed, hoping to feel the comfort of your husband’s firm chest against you but as you moved, you noticed the sheets were cold. He must have gotten up some time ago.

With a yawn, you pushed yourself up, your feet hitting the cold wooden floor of the bedroom.

“Buck?” You questioned, rounding the little corner and seeing he wasn’t in the kitchen. Your brow furrowed and you headed to the living room, checking to see if he was there. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up without Bucky. While he usually slept like a log these days, he was still keen to stay in shape so he would often go for a run at sunrise but usually only on mornings when the weather was nice. His nightmares barely ever bothered him anymore. You were thankful for that at least since it meant you weren’t woken in the middle of the night to the sight of your wonderful husband trembling with grief, knowing that he longed to wake up and be anyone other than himself. It broke your heart seeing what he had to suffer through to get to this point but he was endlessly grateful that you had suffered it with him. It was tough on you, you couldn’t deny but there was no chance you would ever have let him go through any of that alone. There had been countless nights spent cradling his shaking body, humming softly to him to remind him he wasn’t still living those nightmares. Eventually, those awful nights became few and far between, his smiles became brighter, the bags under his eyes shrunk and he returned to something closer to the man you imagined he must’ve been in the 40’s.

You reached the living room door and noticed the fire was lit, warmth beaming out the room as you took in the sight in front of you. Bucky was sitting in an armchair by the fire with a little wooden box resting on his knee. The only light in the room came from the fire and what little brightness was beginning to seep in through the window but despite how dim it was you could still make out his messy bed head.

“You okay baby?” You asked with a little yawn, crossing the short distance between you, coming up to the back of the chair and resting you hands on his broad shoulders that were still covered by his pyjama top. Your fingertips ran over the seam where his skin was replaced with metal and he let out a little content hum.

“Yeah doll, you should go back to bed, you’re tired.” He soothed, bringing his flesh hand up to squeeze one of yours. You looked down and noticed his lap was littered with old photos and newspaper clippings. You had helped him collect them over the years, taking him to libraries and museums, trawling through archives to make sure he had as much in his little collection as possible. He had spent years tracking down everything he could find about his sister, keeping all the clippings in his little wooden box.

Instead of going back to bed, you lifted the papers from his lap and sat down in their place. You pulled the woollen throw from the back of chair and draped it over the pair of you before starting to shuffle through the few photocopies in your hand. Each picture showed a different stage of your sister in law’s life, from a photocopy of the newspaper announcing her birth right up to the last piece you and Bucky had been able to track down. It was just a short article about an interview she had given, talking about how Bucky had been the only Howling Commando that had given his life in service of his country.

“Just wish she could’ve known the truth. Wish she’d known I wasn’t dead all those years.” He whispered, face buried in the crook of your neck as you leafed through the delicate pages. His mother had died when he was little and his father had died shortly before he went to war. He and his sister had been separated shortly after they lost their father. “She must’ve been completely alone…. Would’ve had no family until she got married.” He mused sadly, looking at the little newspaper clipping that announced her marriage to her husband.

“Would have been a tough life Buck.” You agreed quietly and he nodded.

“Today is her birthday.” He whispered after a little silence, the weight of all that he had missed out on weighing so heavily on him.

“Tell me about her Buck.” You quizzed, stroking his flesh arm gently, cuddling up against his warm chest as the fire crackled beside you.

“I really don’t remember much about her.” He admitted quietly. “Not sure if that’s because HYDRA jumbled some of my memories or if it’s just because it’s been so long.” He was so distracted by the article in his hands. It had a tiny, grainy photo in the centre of the text, a photo of a young Bucky and Rebecca standing together in their school uniforms. “Remember Rebecca loved to go to Stark’s science fairs.” A little fond smile tugged at the edge of his lips. “God, I used to go to those with Stevie to try to get him a date. We were both hopeless.” He laughed softly, his lips pressed gently to your neck as he spoke.

“We both know that’s not true Buck, Steve said you were such a ladies man.” You giggled, holding his chin gently and pulling him into a soft kiss.

“Hard to be a ladies man when your little sister was tagging along on your date.” He chuckled, “kinda spoiled the mood.”

“I bet it did.” You agreed sarcastically, running your fingers through his soft messy hair, watching his face as his eyes flitted over the paper in front of him. Eventually his little smile faded and his brow furrowed. It wasn’t hard to tell that he must have been thinking about how Rebecca would have reacted to hearing what her brother had done to Howard Stark and you knew you needed to get him out of that hole before it got too deep for him to handle. You gently gathered up all the little clippings, tucking them safely back into the wooden box and returning it to its place on the mantle. Bucky was still looking solemn so you returned to your spot on his lap and cuddled up against his large frame, nearly like you were trying to protect him from his own thoughts with your body.

“I know it’s early but I really don’t think I can keep it to myself any longer, you want one of your birthday presents?” You suggested and his little smile came back.

“Sure doll, that would be nice.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head. You bounced up out of his lap and pranced off to the bedroom, looking for the little box you had hidden in your dresser under some clothes. You returned to the living room with his gift tucked behind your back.

“It’s not wrapped yet, I didn’t plan on giving it to you early so you gotta close your eyes and hold out your hands.” You teased, making Bucky roll his eyes. He did as you asked anyway, metal and flesh hands cupped together in front of him. He looked so damn cute you couldn’t resist giving his lips a little peck.

“Was that my present doll?” He laughed, feeling you sit back down on your spot in his lap but still keeping his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Yeah Barnes, that’s all you’re getting,” you joked sarcastically. He looked far too handsome with his cheeky grin, the warm light from the roaring fire dancing on his flushed cheeks. You loved this man more than you could put into words and you knew he loved you back just as fiercely. After building the suspense for a moment, you placed the box in his hands and he opened his eyes like a giddy child. You watched as his eyes scanned over his new gift, trying to work out what exactly it was.

“Oh! It’s an iPod! Sam has one of these!” He beamed excitedly, a little bit too proud that he had been able to figure out what the box actually contained before he had opened it. He carefully lifted the lid and pulled the iPod out, pressing the power button. You hadn’t really considered how tiny it would look in his huge hands. The screen flickered to life and he looked like a child on Christmas morning. His eyes were alight from both the bright screen and his excitement. His smile was absolutely infectious, joy radiating out of him at such a simple gift.

“I put some music on it for you babe.” You smiled, giving his forehead a little kiss.

“If you’ve filled this thing full of Harry Styles, I’ll throw it at you.” He teased quietly, trying to press the touch screen with the thumb on his metal hand, forgetting that it wouldn’t register properly.

“He’s a guilty pleasure of yours, don’t even deny it.” You laughed back, carding your fingers through his soft hair, showing him how to open the music app. “No, I put some of your music on it.” You watched as he used his flesh thumb to scroll through the list of songs. “You wanna connect it to the speakers?” You asked quietly, taking it from him and showing him how to open the settings and connect it to your living room speakers by Bluetooth.

“Pick a song, hun.” You smiled handing it back to him. He pressed the first title he saw. ‘Mighty Mighty Man’ by Roy Brown started playing and you thought Bucky’s grin was going to take over his entire face. His eyes crinkled as music boomed through your small living room.

“God, I remember this song.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair. He looked so carefree and happy in that moment, clutching his little iPod tightly. You beamed at him and he looked up at you, giving you a happy kiss, both of your lips still pulled tight with smiles. His cheeks were hot against yours given how he was closer to the fire than you and his metal thumb rubbed gently against your bare thigh under the woollen throw. He let out a happy little sigh, pulling away to look back down at the rest of the songs on the iPod. His thumb hovered over ‘Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall’ by The Ink Spots for a minute before he clicked on it. As the gentle introduction started, he pulled you close to him, both of his strong arms circling around your waist. His face was buried in your hair and he kissed gently at your shoulder as you listened to the slow song together, just enjoying each other’s company and the sound of the rain pattering outside.

You couldn’t help but wonder how different his life must have been the first time he heard that song. He wouldn’t have had any idea the grief and loss and pain that was ahead of him. Far too much rain had indeed fallen on Bucky Barnes’ life.

“It’s not all been bad you know.” He whispered ever so quietly against your skin, almost as if he had been able to read your mind. “You’ve been the biggest blessing.” His last sentence was barely louder than a breath. You weren’t really supposed to hear it, it was more just Bucky’s way of thanking the universe for finally giving him something truly pure. Every now and again, on those nights he was struggling to sleep, he loved to roll over and just take in the sight of his beautiful wife tangled in the sheets. Rather than counting sheep or getting lost in his thoughts, he would quietly list the things he loved about you, almost how people talk to their plants. He hoped that by saying it out loud, even if you weren’t listening, your body would still acknowledge it and you would grow to love yourself how he did. He knew it was silly but he would far rather think about all the reasons he had fallen so madly in love with you than lie awake staring at the ceiling. He could think of hundreds of reasons, often silly little things like how cute you looked when you were reading or how endearing it was when you put your hand on your hip when you were cross at him for eating your last muffin or how slowly you had to peel carrots because you didn’t want to “lose a finger”. Every night brought some new confession because he found that every day, there was something else he could obsess over. He had never anticipated finding love like this. Not just because before he met you, he was filled with a bit more self loathing than he would ever have admitted to, but just because he didn’t believe it existed. “People don’t just love each other like they do in movies, it’s all made up.” He would argue, so cynical that anyone could ever find a soulmate, never mind one of the most notorious assassins the world has ever known. You had well and truly changed his mind. He would gladly do anything for you, anything at all. You had shown him so much love and trust and in some strange way, he felt like you understood him at times when he didn’t even understand himself. You knew what he needed because you were what he needed.

The song ended but neither of you moved to untangle your bodies, choosing instead to stay wrapped up in each other. A couple more songs played, with Bucky humming along to them gently. He couldn’t remember all the words but he got most of the tunes right. Then ‘I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire’ by The Ink Spots started and he pulled his head from the crook of your neck

“Would you dance with me Mrs Barnes?” He asked with a soft little smile, taking one of your hands in his metal one.

“Anything for you Mr Barnes.” You agreed, dragging your bodies apart to stand in front of the fire. It had died slightly but the room still had a happy glow. The rain was coming down just a little harder and it only made being inside, warm and dry with your husband even more appealing. Bucky’s hands fell to your waist and yours went to his shoulders. It didn’t take long for him to work his thumbs under your thin pyjama top, just enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against his hand. His touch was gentle and reverent, like holding you too tightly would make you shatter like delicate porcelain. Your bodies moved slowly to the music, swaying together in your little living room, hoping this moment would never end. There wasn’t much to it but you couldn’t honestly think of a more blissful start to your day. You both shuffled together, dancing slowly like you had on your wedding day (at least for your first dance anyway). The feeling of the carpet under your feet and the smell of the burning wood kept you both grounded – this was your home, the home you shared together and most likely the home you would raise your children in some day. Your body was tired and your mind was foggy but just from the sense of safety being warm and comfortable in your husband’s strong arms brought.

“Love you Buck.” You smiled, looking up at him after the song ended.

“Love you too y/n. More than you’ll ever know.” Came his hushed reply and then a little yawn.

“Will we go back to bed for an hour or two?” You suggested, running a hand up his flesh arm soothingly and he nodded, only realising just how tired he was after not sleeping most of the night. The fire had all but died, the embers glowing faintly on the hearth. He turned the music off and let you lead him back to your shared bedroom, flopping onto the bed and wrapping his arms around you.

“You’ve no idea what that iPod means to me doll. Was like being back in the forties but this time, I had my best girl there with me.” Your head lay on his chest and he cradled your face with his metal hand.

“Glad you like it baby, happy early birthday.” You smiled, drawing little shapes on his chest with your fingertips.

Bucky’s heart was so full, it didn’t take him long to fall asleep. Sure he missed Rebecca and his parents but everything he needed in the world was lying there in bed with him, cuddled up against his chest. Some day he hoped you two would have your own little family when you were both ready and he would love and cherish them as much as he did you but until then, you were all the family he needed.

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Could I request a Bucky Barnes x reader smut? Basically she and Bucky have been together for some time and maybe it’d be a little angst where the two are talking about the future and Bucky not thinking he can ever have a normal future? Which would result in soft smut and later reader being revealed as pregnant so Bucky finally gets his family

I’m Home

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | based on the request ^^

Warnings | angst, smut, oral sex (m receiving), fluff, pregnancy, mentions of death

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The Wilson’s boat rocked sturdily upon the water, swaying as the boats worked aboard. Your hand held the weight of a silver spanner, twirling it in your fist as though it were a knife, thinking of the long road ahead of you. Sam had the shield now, that was a good start, but still, there was a ways to go until the world recognised him as the captain that he was meant to be.

There was so much destruction ongoing in the world, what with the flag smashers, and whomever the power broker was, and surely, you knew on the shallow surface, that there would be masses more problems to arise. It was exhausting, to know that there was no end to the war on earth, and that you were surely going to be fighting the threats until you could no more.

Bucky felt the same; he had just gone from one war to another, losing everyone that he cared about along the way. Steve had given everything up to finally find peace, and yet, the two did not share the same opportunity. An escape was never laid at your feet, instead, the pair of you were trapped in the cycle of cruelty, being blended around in a shredder by reality.

“Hey.” A voice confiscated you from the lonesome containment of your thoughts; it was Sam’s hosting sister, Sarah. I’m her own way, though you doubted that she would never admit such a thing, she was a hero. She had become a widow, and not to mention she remained a stable mother to keep her boys afloat, as well as nurturing half the kids that lived within close proximity.

“Hi Sarah.” You put the tool down, giving her your ample attention as you stood, tugging your fingers into the loops of your jeans as you stepped out of the boat, and onto the dock. “Anything I can help with?” It hadn’t passed your attention that Sam and Bucky had disappeared, but not into ash like last time. Instead, they had walked off in the direction of the house, most likely meddling about with a ball, in the back yard with Jim and Jody.

“I just came to let you know I’ve made the sofa up for you and Bucky. Are you sure you’ll be all good, I could always kick Sam outta his bed and make him sleep on the living room floor?” The two of you had nightmares, if you were to be separated from him for even a night, it was certain that the pair of you would greatly suffer. That was something you didn’t want to burden any of the Wilson’s with, screaming in the middle of the night because flashes from your past struck an unconscious nerve.

“All good, and thank you Sarah. You didn’t have to let us stay here, we both appreciate it, a hell of a lot.” One thing that you had learnt throughout your years was to show gratitude. The smallest amount shared had the ability to spring up moods, and had even set you on a much more heroic path than the one that you had been originally been placed upon.

“You’ve earned your stay.” Sam’s sister shrugged with modesty, acknowledging the help that you and Bucky had not only given to Sam, but to her family’s legacy. The two of you had aided with fixing the old wreckage that had now returned to the form of a boat, keeping it afloat rather than permitting it to sink from the quarrels that Sam had with himself regarding fixing the damned yet meaningful port of transport.

“This life you have, it’s great. I get it’s not easy, but it’s beautiful. You have two wonderful kids, that you’ve done such a great job raising, and not to mention, these community that you have is so loving and kind, even to us outsiders.” The pair of you had paused outside of her front door, speaking. “Sam is lucky to have you, he truly is.”

“Well, maybe one day this life could be something similar to what you’ll have.” The sister of your friend smiled, though your mirroring expression retracted. In a stumble of thought, you shook your head, not believing that possibility. This all was... perfect. That was something that you had never had, nor would you think that you’d ever be permitted such a peaceful lifestyle.

“I don’t think that would work out.” You sincerely mumbled, feeling the sad swelling in your chest at the prospect of all the luxuries that life had denied both you and Bucky of. It wasn’t fair all the same, but the two of you were used to being denied human rights, let alone the simplicity of nothing more than a life together. “As nice as it sounds, me and Buck aren’t really cut out for all this I suppose.”

“The world does not choose who can and cannot have a family, there’s always a way. Just because you haven’t had the most ideal line of story does not at all mean that you can’t make it work, from as much as i know, you two deserve a life together, that doesn’t include being shot at, or shooting at other people. Sometimes, you’ve just gotta go for it, and hope for the best.” She gave you a final nod, before heading inside, and you trailed after her into her her residency.

The two of you went your separate ways, and there, you saw Bucky, sat up on the sofa, his hands clasped together as his eyes stared towards the tan bag, that concealed not the shape, but the Stars and Stripes of the infamous shield. It was much a relief that it was no longer in Walker’s toxic clutch, however its presence, among other things, were taking a clear toll on your boyfriend.

“You ever feel like we’re stuck?” The air was tense around you both as he spoke solemnly, it diverting to match the mood of his question. “Like we’re us, and I love us, but it makes me think that it’s it. Just me and you, on this path for the rest of our lives, never getting a compensated break, nor an average person’s future. I want this, what these people here have, not the combat that is aided by this metal arm, or the associations that stick to us like life lines.”

“All the time, it’s on my mind James.” With a sigh, you came to sit beside him on the couch, resting your head against his bionic shoulder. “I ever wonder if there’s a timeline of you and me where there’s none of this ruckus, we just have a nice little house in a quiet and accepting place, and maybe a kid or two in the future.”

“I’d give anything up for that.” He looked at you, almost wide eyed, as his hand slithered down onto your knee cap, rubbing small circles as he wore a blunt and endearing smile upon his infatuating lips. “I mean that Buck, that sounds...”

“Perfect?” He asked, leaning closer as he grabs your chin with his wondrous fingers, his nose brushing alongside your own as his puckered lips fell upon yours, earning a small hun of content from within you. “Because you’re perfect to me, and no matter what life we are encased in, I want to share it with you. I want stare at the night sky and watch the moonlight illuminate the side of your face, and the stars reflect in your entrapping eyes, that I want to look into like a medium’s orbs forever, because that is how I will see the future that I ever so hope for.”

“How long have you been working on that one Barnes, because you are usually not that smooth?” A small laugh erupted from your mouth, but you were quickly silenced as you felt a cold metal hand slither up and beneath the back of your tank top, rubbing along the seam of your spine, as his lips ran down the column of your throat, evoking small and delicate whimpers out of you.

“Shut up doll, because I really want to fuck you now, and those words leaving your mouth are making it kinda hard to concentrate.” A furrow imbedded between his brows, as you tilted your head at him, a smirk proclaiming your expression as you pulled the material over your head, and reached behind yourself to unclip the back of your bra.

“Kinda hard to concentrate, hun?” You asked nonchalantly as his gaze zeroed in on your bare breasts, his hands smoothing along your ribcage as he adjusted his grip of you so that he was palming at your breasts, and squeezing the nipples. “I want you in me baby, I’ve practically gone days without you inside of me.” Licking your lips, you reached down to palm your beloved through his layers, earning a positive groan from the former assassin.

“Hours, you mean. I fingered you on the road trip here.” Yes, that was true, however, it was only his fingers, not even the metal ones, and whilst you loved what they alone could do, he had to be discreet as you were sat on the back of the truck, which had carried the primary parts for the Wilson’s family boat. If you were to scream out, they’d have surely thought that you’d fallen off the back of the truck and pull over, or if they had much sense, they’d have noticed that there was more going on than two passengers sat side by side on the journey to their small neighbourhood by the docks,

“You heard me Barnes, otherwise I’m sure Sam wouldn’t have any problem if I came to his room in this state of undress that I am currently portraying.” Growling was never Bucky’s fortes, however the sound aggressively ripped through the tunnel of his throat, as he threw off his grey top, quickly unfastening his belt, as he awaited for you to strip the rest of your clothing before him.

But rather than doing so, as he stood before you, your hand had trouble resisting the sight of his cock that had bobbed to attention, and thus, you wrapped it around his toned flesh, giving it a couple jerks that had his head reeling back, before you tongued his tip, moaning to yourself at the taste of him invading your sensitive taste buds. “Love your cock.”

As soon as you said that, Bucky gently gathered your head in a ponytail so that it was free from bombarding your face, and groaned as quiet as he could as you sucked him in your mouth, running your tongue up the side of his shaft. “Is that a part of your dream world baby doll, the sight of my cock throbbing to be inching down that perfect little throat of yours?”

To answer him, you pressed your head down deeper, humming around him as your eyes ogled up at the sight of your super soldier, who was trying his hardest to keep his eyes open, and attuned to the sight of you. He held his bottom lip between his teeth, as you lightly gagged around him, pulling off him, and squeezing his balls, before running your hungry tongue along the middle of his sack.

“Always. It would be a dream if you made love to me right here and now though, I’m not sure I can wait any longer James.” Bucky took a long inhale, before ravishingly pulling down your jeans and panties in one go, and tossing you so that he was below your form, and you hovered over him, toying with his erect cock. “I love you so much Bucky, and I’m scared of what’s to come. I have a feeling that there’s gonna be a fight.”

“There’s always a fight doll face.” He rubbed his thumb soothingly across your jaw, pulling your hips down closer so that you were rubbing your slick folds against his standing cock. “But this is what we’re fighting for, the rest of our lives together. I’d be damned, one day after this, and if I were to die, I’d be a happy man. There’d be the memory of you to keep me forever happy in the afterlife, and not to mention, there’d be no more wars for me to participate in.”

“I’m not going to let you die Buck, even hypothetically. We saw how your little hypothetical synopsis went last time.” Tapping his cock against your clit, a breathy sound evicted from your lips, as you stared down at the two of you intimately touching, the sight alone making you more turned on and impatient. “No one is allowed to kill you, otherwise I’ll unleash hell on all their flag smashing asses.”

Giving him one last stroke, you guided his tip towards your entrance, removing your hand once you had him situated, so that you could rest it upon his sturdy shoulder, and sink down on him, the feeling of him stretching you being the most euphoric sensation that you had ever endured. Hushed moans ceased from the both of you, as Bucky’s hands gripped your ass cheeks, only adding to all of the pleasure that was erupting within you.

“Think your pussy is gonna kill me before anyone else does; your so tight.” His pitch had rose, as your fingertips danced along the left side of his handsome face, invisibly connecting the dots of his beauty marks. You allowed the pair of you to adjust for a simple moment, before you began to raise your hips, sliding up his super soldier rod, only to slide down it again.

The actions were repeated, as your own hands trailed down his warm skin, to drag down the golden lines of his vibranium arm, only to bring the weapon to your mouth, and kiss every black finger up, as you tried your best to muffle the moans that were hoping to reap free. “So fucking big, I love you and your cock.” You muttered, your sight turning blurry as Bucky realised that it was his turn to do the work, and thus, he thrusted up into you, making echoing sounds of your skin slapping together reverberate around the room.

“Love you more.” He gritted his teeth, pulling his metallic hand away from your numb lips, so that he could swirl the elegant digits around your clit, the action provoking whimpers to rapidly surpass your exterior, as you bit harshly onto your own lip, and screwed your eyes shut. “Cum for me doll, want you to cover my hard cock in everything you have. Come on baby, you can do it.”

Without much thought, as your mind was too scrambled to do so, you reached for Bucky’s spare hand, pulling it to your mouth as you sucked on his fingers as though you were blowing him. A low moan that was dialled down from the presence of his flesh digits, ran from your mouth, as you began to bounce your hips, chasing and eventually reaching your high. You came around him, pushing him too over the edge, his seed filling your walls, as you collapsed atop of him, huffing from exhaustion as you removed his salivated hand from the realms of your mouth, resting your head against his panting chest.

Stringed sighs fell from Bucky’s breath as he tried to catch his own breath. His hands rubbed your back, not only to comfort you, but also to subconsciously pull you closer against him, and his softening cock that was still inside you, and was keeping his cum plugged within your tender and pulsating walls. If life was easier, there’d be more time for this, and that, but for now, it was just every now and then. Maybe you’d win this fight and survive until the next one, but maybe, you’d lose and never battle again.

Life was precious, that was something that you had not only learned as an avenger, but also something that had been told to you by Isiah. That man thought that you deserved a normal life, no fighting, no super soldiers. He himself was the biggest yet silent critic of those with additional strength, but his opinion was never going to sway you, not as you stared out into Sarah’s backyard, and watched the man that you loved play with the boys.

They had the shield, and were whisking it through the air like a frisbee; dangerous, yes, but again, life could only amount to so much without an ounce of pain. A content and satisfied smile absorbed any pain on your face, you were enraptured with the sight of Bucky like this, he was like an uncle to these two kids. He was no captain America, that was for sure, but you didn’t want a man in Stars and Stripes, all you wanted was him to be at peace, and it was a fact unbeknownst to him, that you had made such an alternative to that.

“Still want all this?” Sarah emerged, a cheap yet formidable bottle of wine pursed in her hand, as she held two clear and tall glasses in her hand. You hummed, watching as she poured the thin red consistency into one glass, but as she went to fill the other, you held out your hand, shaking your head. The woman was confused, last time you had visited, and were entangled on her sofa with the limbs of your boyfriend and a shaggy old blanket, you had kindly accepted her offer.

“Sure do.” You sighed, staring out into the green abyss where Jim was hanging from Bucky’s arm like it were a branch. “How do you do this, this whole mother thing? I’ve never been able to wrap my head around how you make it look so easy, it’s just, you do such a good job.” Your palms rested flat on your thighs as you laughed at Sam ordering Jody to jump on Bucky’s back, as he fell down in faux defeat.

“It never is easy y/n.” She placed the open bottle down, along with the mismatched glasses, that were asymmetrical considering one was half filled and the other wallowed in emptiness. “But every step of difficulty is worth it. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss their father, but they’re my priority. For Jim and Jody, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do, and you’d understand that if you ever opened yourself up to giving your life of heroism up to have all this.”

“I might have to.” Twiddling with your fingers, glancing up at your boyfriend, realising that he was in fact not looking over, you clasped your intwined hands over your stomach, smiling softly to yourself. “And maybe not having another option is the best option for me and Buck, because we don’t have to fight with ourselves over being included in our duties, we have new ones.”

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Sarah asked, resting her nurturing hand upon the tile of your shoulder, prompting you to turn your face towards her. There was a conflict in your eyes, it was something that she recognised her younger self having once worn. It was the idea of putting everything aside, all for a child, everything that she had ever known, so that she could put her baby boy first. “Does Bucky know?”

“He will.” You shifted your head down, unsure of yourself. This had been what you had wanted, and whilst you still envied Sarah for the role she had, you were hurt. A part of you wanted to be an avenger until you were nothing but a soul drifting in the abyss of non existence, another didn’t want to let the knowledge of being a carrier for a new future crumble you. “I just need a moment to tell him.”

“I’ve got it.” She sent you a wink, picking up the items she had brought out, before she called on Sam and the kids to come inside. Sarah had gifted you the opportunity of revealing the truth to your partner with no one else around; you appreciated that. As he stalked closer, you met him halfway, sinking into his arms as he hugged you.

“Looked like you were having fun with the boys.” You verbally noted, loving the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. “You’re amazing Bucky Barnes, to me and to everyone. I just, don’t want you to freak out on me, I have something big, really big, to tell you, and-“

“Baby, I know.” He smiled, pulling back so that he could look you in the face. “I have super human senses, I heard their little heart beat for the first time yesterday. We’re having a baby, and I couldn’t be happier about it. In fact, I want to ask you if you’ll accept my question of making Sam the godfather.” You nodded, tears standing in your eyes, as you brought the man down for a kiss.

“Yes. But I’m not sure that he’ll be praising us for making a baby when we technically created him or her on the couch inside.” Bucky shook his head at you, kissing your forehead before walking inside with you, preparing to tell the Wilson family, that had along the way became your own, the good news- well, not the sofa bit.

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