#husband!bucky x wife!stark!reader

[neonovember]

steve rogers as a husband headcanon!

things about husband!steve that just makes sense

steve isn’t big on pda, thinks affection should be something private, he’s old school like that, there are some exceptions however, some very fun ones

even though he might be abit of an aversion to pda, steve will make sure that you know he’s just there

whether it be holding your hand, or his palm guiding you through a big crowd, he always feels a need to keep you at arms length.

steve is extremely protective of you..like bordering on possessiveness. he’ll even go as far are ignoring his own morals to make it sure, that people know his yours. It’s just that you’re the one thing that ever really grounds him back to earth, in moments where he gets lost in time and memories from before

“Hey I’m just saying, if you ever get bored of popsicle here, the iron suit is ready for you” Tony smirks, his legs perched against the coffee table. The Avengers are scattered around the tower's living room, half drunk and the other half trying to. You feel Steve’s grip on your waist tighten, and from the corner of your eye, you notice his orbs turning a ink-black. He leans across to Tony, whispering into his ear, the words falling out of his mouth like wine and into Tony. Tony’s eyes bludge comically, his throat bops as he swallows, nodding along to whatever Steve was saying, looking at you. Steve smiles, into his ear, it’s eerie, the way his canines glint under the high ceiling lights. You wish to the gods that you were given Bucky’s hearing but without a second, as if you had dreamt it in front of you, Steve is back beside you, only this time you feel his fingers slip between your thighs.

for some reason, I don’t get the whole “Steve being a horrible cook” trope, I genuinely think he’s an amazing cook and BAKER! that man can bake a mean batch of cookies

steve loves loves loves, calling you mrs rogers, or his wife. the first time he said it was well before you both uttered your vows, he just knew. oh and if you call him your husband? poor man will probably be hard for the rest of the day

steve has a breeding kink. we all know this, it’s practically attached to his file along with super soldier. but what most people don’t know is that he fucking lovess when you’re pregnant, it’s like senses go on overdrive until all he breathes, thinks and eats ;) is you.

steve has this fear of abandonment, mostly because he was, by his own country for a century. It seeps into his relationships, you’ll see if when he comes home from long missions and it’s as if he’s walking on eggs shells. His shoulders are tense and his holding his breath as if he’s just waiting to find the house bare and empty and your belongings gone. He gets really sensitive then, all murmurs and soft kisses and just holding you to remind himself you’re here.

there will absolutely be a time where steve fucks over the kitchen sink. the dirty dishes left abandoned (should I write this?)

steve can get a little anxious, and so his wedding band is something he’ll ALWAYS play with, he’ll twist its around his finger as a kind of reminder.

you love to tease him by bringing him lunch at the compound, wearing one of those sun dresses he adores because it gets him so. fucking. hard. He wont ever tell you though, just have to deal with it until he can get home, and by then you already panty less and on your knees waiting for him.

steve will probably force you to train with him, even if you can kick ass, he’ll pull a fitzgerald and force those trainers on you. poor boy is just scared that something will happen to you when his not there, plus, seeing you fight kinda turns him on. (just like anything else you do really)

Steve’s really bad at technology, we all know this, but he absolutely will try to learn how to use a phone so he can send you texts and updates throughout the day. he’ll take random pics of tony and sam when their not looking, take some Facebook mom ass selfies, take pictures of things he wants to draw and ask you if they’d look nice, he’s mind just constantly finds it’s way to you

cockwarming with husband!steve. that’s it

you help steve open up to the new things in this century, take him out to help him ease himself into the real world. people forget he never really got that chance, he died in one war only to be pushed into another.

it’s through you that steve learns that he’s obsessed with avocado. on toast, in milkshakes, everything, he’d literally a millennial

when things get too much, you’ll draw a bath and the both of you will just sit in the steaming water filled with some bubbles, candles illuminating the room instead of lights, and the ceiling to floor windows open. skin to skin helps steve calm his nerves, and it’s not abnormal for you both to stay in that position for hours

steve still gets shy around you, no matter how many years he’s been with you, he’s still that boy from brooklyn with a heart too big for him

steve has absolutely zero self control when it comes to you, say something nice about a necklace you see passing by? It’s on your neck the next day. Hears the sound of a slight rumble in your stomach? Steve’s whipping out his apron and making you eat something

steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he ends up on the coach it won’t be too long before you both find yourselves in the middle of the hallway missing each others touch

“babygirl, honey, my wife, doll, gorgeous”

you take priority over a lot of things in Steve’s mind, he’s never ever late to dinner, he’d rather lose his leg than disappoint you

sundays are for sex and sleeping

steve fucked you one time really hard over a drawer or ottoman and BROKE IT. now he’ll spend saturdays carpenting reinforced drawers, counters and bed frames ;)

makeup sex, and face and thigh riding <3

steve always feels as if he’s leaving a part of himself at home or with you whenever he leaves, he’s constantly watching the clock and bouncing that leg of his to get back to you.

steve would probably let bucky watch him fuck you..maybe.

even though I believe steve would be really possessive I also think he could easily be very private about his relationship with you. like that scene in aou where we meet Clint’s family? fury will probably drive up to some big cabin house with the avengers in the back and they’d be confused af when they open the door to find steve and you cooking in the kitchen with your kids running around the place.

“How much longer Fury, my backs starting to ache with this stiff as seat and Bucky’s feet in my face” groans Sam, leaning away from Bucky’s towering figure. “It should be around the corner” motions Fury, and just as promised the avengers pull into an expansive cabin house, elegant with is softened wood and timber gate ribboning around the land that seemed to stretch endlessly. When Fury had told them that he needed to grab something, they didn’t think it would end up with corny 70’s tunes cranking out throughout the car, one and a half hours from the city.

“This looks…lived in” Nat remarks, her fingers brushing against her holister, ears perked for any signs of human activity.

“Yeah, Fury, are you having us raid some lumberjacks generational home” Tony barks, stretching out his arms

“Just shut up and follow me” Fury sighs, before stepping through the gate and following the stone path. Wiping his boots across the mat, his reaches for the door, opening into the hallway of the strange home.

“Wipe your shoes, she hates when you trek mud in” Fury calls before walking in as if he owned the place

“She?” Thor whispers, what they all but Bucky thought. They followed unspeaking down the hallway leading to an open floor, the scene infront of them had their mouths hanging.

There Steve, their stone faces leader, fucking sautéing onions on large brimstone stove, laughter falling from his lips as you whispered into his neck. You were a sight to see, a dress falling onto your body like silk, cascading againts your curves, your hair was in an updo, curls draining your face and a bright smiling lighting up your eyes.

You were absolutely gorgeous, and to see Steve react to your affection in such a way told them you were more than just an old friend

“Bucky!” You smiles, reaching for the dark haired man, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“Hey sweet girl” Bucky smiles, gripping you.

Sam looked towards Bucky in disbelief, eyes shooting bullets at Steve in mock betrayal

“Really? You’re going to tell the ex murderer about your little secret life but not your saviour?” Sam mutters, before steve laughs gripping his chest.

“Sam meet my wife, doll now you know why I don’t let them near you” Steve whispers into your ear, making you giggle.

Sam reaches for your hand but you ignore it, going for a hug. “Oomf, hello to you too” Sam laughs hugging you back

“Hey Fury” You smile, waving a hand towards the man who nods in return.

“You all must be Natasha, Thor, Clint and Tony?, it’s so great to finally meet you” You speak, dimples pressed into your cheek

Clint seems to be the only one who snaps out of the rest of the avengers stupor, “I see you’ve pulled a Barton” He jokes, hugging you.

Once the rest of them finally greet you, along with some condescending remarks from Tony about “how the hell did you land her?!” The avengers sit around the table, drinking beer and eating good food and getting used to seeing Steve with his wife on his lap.

that’s all I have for steve at the moment, I’ll probably add way more later but I haven’t been uploading in ages and thought this would a quick little head canon for our spark spangled soldier!

p.s! requests are always open ;)

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Playboy ways

A/N: This is for the lovely anon who asked for this specific prompt - “Come on, Tony Stark, show me your playboy ways.” Hope you enjoy reading this one. Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you did.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Ex-wife! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, and angst.

Word count: 2.1k

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It all started off when he walked into your home with that slut of a woman. It was typical for him post your divorce, you’d scoffed at the bouncy blonde who giggled in the most irritating manner at everything Stark said.

The audacity of the man to traipse in with his latest fling angered you beyond anything. He was doing it to get that very reaction which he was getting at that moment.

You were hosting brunch at your new home, the one you had bought all on your own after you and Tony separated. It felt incredibly overwhelming to start over but you also realized how much you needed it. That didn’t mean you didn’t miss your ex-husband from time to time. You did.

He seemed to have moved on pretty okay by the looks of it. Then again, the man had a reputation before you started dating. It wouldn’t have been a fish out of water situation for him exactly.

The team had arrived on time, except for one. You knew he liked to make an entrance. And that infuriating bastard had the balls to show up with a plus one without checking with you first. Sure it had been a year and he was free to do whatever he wanted, but this was your house, and your rules applied.

Nat squeezed your hand reassuringly as you glared daggers at the pair, noticing the tight grip on your wine glass.

“Do you want me to go talk to him?” She asked, stepping in your line of vision.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.” You huffed, finishing your wine before excusing yourself. If you could, you would drag both their asses out of your house.

He was busy chatting with Steve and Bucky with the blonde attached to his arm.

“Y/N! We haven’t spoken in forever. Do join us.” Tony piped, while the girl eyed you from top to bottom, sizing you up with a look of mild disdain.

“Glad you made it, Stark. And your friend.” You offered a fake smile, which nobody bought.

“Great house, Y/N.” Steve offered kindly, uncomfortable with the air of discomfort.

“Yeah, love what you’ve done to the place.” Bucky stepped in, giving your shoulder a friendly squeeze.

“Thank you guys. I’ll give you a tour later but first, I need a word with you, Tony.” You stared directly at him, causing him to clear his throat awkwardly and give you a firm nod.

Just as you were about to leave, you saw the girl tagging along with her arms wrapped around your ex-husband.

“Uh, I'd like to have a word with him in private. If you don’t mind.”

“But I’m his girlfriend.” She chirped, making you almost scoff but you stopped yourself from reacting.

“We used to be married.”

That seemed to have shut her up as her hands dropped to her sides. This was brand new information for her, you realized, rolling your eyes as you began making your way towards your bedroom upstairs.

Hearing the click of the door behind you, you felt Tony’s overbearing presence, turning around to face him while taking a deep breath to ground yourself.

“The house looks pretty good, Y/N. It screams you.” Tony smiled, looking around the space, as if analyzing what parts of your personality he could see.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing a date, Tony. A head’s up would’ve been appreciated.” Your tone was flat as you crossed your arms over your chest, staring at the man whose eyes immediately landed on yours as you spoke.

“I’m…sorry?”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Are you really? The invite was supposed to be just us. The team.”

He shrugged, stepping closer and letting his eyes wander down your body. You hated the fact that he still had the same effect on you as he did all those years ago. Your skin flushed as his eyes raked down your lips, your neck, the dress that teased just enough of your breasts without being too revealing.

“You have a wine stain on that dress, by the way. You’re gonna have to take it off.” He murmured, ignoring what you’d said completely.

He was right.

A stray drop of wine had made itself known right above your left breast, a purple-ish red mark prominent against the light coloured fabric.

You went into your en-suite, trying to wipe it off fruitlessly. Groaning in frustration, you pulled the dress over your head and threw it in the hamper, well aware of the fact that your ex-husband was probably getting a good show.

“Hey how about that red dress I got you?” He suggested, snooping around in your closet as if he owned the place.

“How about don’t snoop in my closet? Try respecting someone’s privacy for once.”

You gave him a nudge, wearing only your underwear, feeling his burning gaze on your back.

“Ouch.”

“How come there’s no picture of us?” Tony wondered out loud, pointing to the several frames you had hanging on the wall adjacent to the bed. There were many with your family, your cousins, the entire team, a few with the supersoldiers who had been your best friends.

“You really want me to hang a picture of us just to be reminded how much of a mess the whole thing was?” You said bitterly, seeing hurt flash across his face for a moment. It made your heart pang guiltily.

“Are you saying there’s not one fond memory you’d like to keep?”

His question made you pause, your heart twisted in pain as your mind flooded with a whole bunch of memories you had pushed down for the sake of your sanity.

“I—why are we doing this now? I came here to tell you that the girl stuck to your side is unwelcome in my house. So please take her and fuck off.”

Your voice wavered slightly as you spoke, finally picking out the same red dress Tony had mentioned earlier before storming in the bathroom.

Tony was quick to follow on your steps, stopping you from slamming the door on him. He grabbed your shoulders and backed you up against the vanity counter.

“What?”

“So angry, Y/N. I still find that so fucking hot.” He murmured, his face inches away from yours, his intoxicating scent was overwhelming to your senses.

“Typical Stark.” You rolled your eyes, trying to push him away but he didn’t budge. Instead, he chose to press you further against the marble counter, all of his body brushing yours, making his erection meet your heated core.

“I hate you.” You glared, wishing your body wouldn’t react the way it did to his infuriating man.

“Right back at ya.”

Tony grabbed your face and slanted his lips on yours, taking you by surprise at the intensity of the kiss.

He coaxed your mouth open and plunged his tongue inside, sucking onto yours with such force it bordered on pain and pleasure. Your fingers tugged on his hair sharply, making him grunt.

A heady mix of champagne, berries and that unmistakable hint of coffee that comprised all that was Tony took over your body like no time had passed. You moaned against his lips as his hips moved on their own accord, teasing you as you felt his clothed cock against your thin, panty-covered core that was growing wetter with every passing second.

His lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your warm skin all while his hands slid down your body, tracing every curve and dip like he remembered. Finally stopping between your legs, he teased his finger over your panties, finding them damp with your eagerness.

“I’m starting to believe you’ve missed me, Y/N.” he grinned, pulling them aside to expose you to him.

“I will slap that smug grin off your face, Stark.” You muttered, sounding out of breath just from the kissing.

“Do it. You know I love it when you’re rude.” He peeled the fabric off of you, letting it dangle around your ankles before slipping two fingers inside you without warning.

“You’re impossible.” You gasped at the intrusion, the stretch of his fingers achingly familiar.

“Mmhmm. Your impossible ex-husband, kiss my neck.”

Tony ordered urgently, his hips stuttering against your palm as you stroked him over his pants.

You obliged, but grazed your teeth against his skin to give him a little bite, making him cuss under his breath.

With wanton need, you unbuckled his belt and rid him of his pants, giving him a few slow pumps. You smirked as Tony let out a needy whine when you left his weeping cock.

“Missed me huh?”

You blinked innocently, the reaction only lasted a few seconds because Tony abruptly made you turn around and bent you over the counter. Your heart thudded against your ribcage, breath erratic as you waited for him to do something. You were getting impatient, your cheek pressed against the cold surface while his hands trailed down your spine, leaving goose pimples in their wake.

Growing antsier by the minute, you wiggled your hips back, hoping he’d get the hint. A sharp sting pinched your buttcheek as his palm landed on the soft flesh, making you cry out loud. One followed the other, making you clench around nothing as you bore the brunt of his punishment.

“I still own this body, don’t I?” He whispered, caressing your cheeks tenderly. You bit your bottom lip, thinking just how immediately your inner voice had answered ‘yes’ to that question.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

Shaking your head, you decided to defy him some more. When you didn’t answer, he lined himself up against your entrance, gathering your slick on his length before slamming into you until he bottomed out.

“Liar.” His whisper traveled straight to your core, clamping around his length as he continued with his agonizing pace.

Living with Tony Stark had never been easy. The man lived a life that hardly anyone could comprehend. You tried. Unfortunately it got to a point where you had to choose, and you chose to step away and focus on your wellbeing. You were still to forgive him for what he put you through.

Still, the passion and love you felt for the man hadn’t fizzled out. Maybe now it had morphed into something else, and you certainly weren’t complaining. If anything, the man was an absolute freak in bed. And you knew things were cloudy and perhaps morally grey, yet you still hadn’t learnt to resist the man.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you looked over your shoulder as Tony refused to move.

“What? Are you afraid I’ll break? Come on Tony, show me your playboy ways.”

That seemed to flip a switch in him. Grabbing both your hands roughly, he held them behind your back, dragging his cock out of your snug walls and pushed back in, brutally. He began thrusting in and out of your heat with such intensity, the surface of the counter dug into your skin, bruising it.

“Is this what you wanted?” He panted, gripping your hair with the other hand, spearing into you as he spoke.

“I think it is what you wanted. You kissed me, remember?” You countered, mewling when he slapped your butt once again.

“Didn’t throw me out, did you?”

“I still can’t stand your stubborn ass.” You bit your lip hard enough to hurt as he continued pounding into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Me neither, sweetheart.”

His cock hit all the right spots going in, making you see stars. You couldn’t do much other than take all that he was giving you, completely at his mercy. He felt your thighs twitch, knowing instantly you were close.

Leaving your hair momentarily, Tony reached around to rub your clit in circles to speed up your orgasm, never stopping his ministrations as you came hard around his length, screaming loud enough for people to hear.

He wasn’t far along, your walls clenched around him desperately, making him twitch inside and pull out in time to paint his cum on your lower back.

Still the gentleman, he cleaned you up and helped you dress, not speaking a word as reality set in.

“So…are you going to kick her out or should I?” Your voice had turned softer now, as you got dressed, fixing your hair and makeup as best as you could.

“You do it, please. I’d rather watch.”

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B. Barnes

Barnes’ Girl [CEO!Bucky Barnes x Florist!Reader]

Bring Him Home [Bucky Barnes x Romanoff!Reader]

Bridges to Burn [Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader]

But Daddy I Love Him

I Can't Read Your Mind [TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader]

If Walls Could Talk [Drummer!Bucky Barnes x Bassist!Reader]

Cry Baby [CryBaby!Bucky Barnes x CryBaby!Rogers!Reader] (Currently being edited)

The Avengers Bunch [The Avengers x Avenger!Reader]

The Barnes-Rogers Family Adventures [CG!Stucky x Little!Reader x Little!Peter Parker]

The Manuscript [Professor!Bucky Barnes x Student!Reader]

The Prophecy of Earth and Moon [Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Fairy Reader]

Until I Found You [40s!PreSerum!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader]

Winter’s Widow [Lord James Barnes x Lady Romanoff Reader]

the hard launch [Actor!Bucky Barnes x Singer!Reader]

S. Rogers

Good Graces: A Cry Baby Story [CryBaby!Steve x Detective!Reader] (Preciously Badge & Blood)

B. Barnes & S. Rogers

The Red Rooms [BrothelOwner!Bucky Barnes x Reader. BrothelOwner!Steve Rogers x Reader]

P. Brenner

Caught In The Storm [Husband!Pete Brenner x Wife!Reader]

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Rain Hell

[part one]

Viking!Bucky x Wife!reader

IN WHICH Your husband Bucky sets chaos in the village as he fails to find the midwife, in suspicion of you being pregnant.

WC: 2.6k

Warnings: pure chaos, mentions of pregnancy, FLUFF, suggestive, allusions to smut/no explicit smut, Bucky accidentally walking in on people.

It’d been a couple of days past the assumption of a possible pregnancy, albeit your husband and you had yet to do anything about it. Well Bucky had wanted to go forward with the whole midwife situation, but you’d always find some creative excuse to lure him back into the hut to sit his ass down instead of going running around the village. Sometimes you’d lure him in with the mere scent of that delicious fruit pudding you made the best, and on other days all you had to do was unravel your dress and he was a goner. 

Everything was going according to plan, your husband was either kept in the warmth of your arms inside of your beloved tent, or out hunting with the other men. You couldn’t help the pang of worry that overcame your senses at the mention of a child, and perhaps that was why you had been running from the subject for far too long. 

Yet as you dug your head further into the feather-stuffed pillow, your husband adorning his favourite spot between your legs as his arms caged your head, all of your worries and doubts completely dissipated. Your ears blocked out the sound of all outside tumult but the erotic sounds of your husband's deep breaths. You could feel the warm exhale upon your collarbone as he caught his breath, strong arms holding his sturdy frame up, above you.

You took a moment to admire the hunk hovering over you, the way his eyebrows relaxed from their scrunched up position. Sweat rolled down the side of his face as an equivalent of the absolute workout he’d put the both of you through, dampening the little hairs by his forehead. Your eyes moved simultaneously with your hands, unlatching from his shoulders and further down onto his toned stomach. Bucky shuddered as you ran your fingertips down the curve of his muscles, racking his body with goosebumps. 

Finally, he relaxed his eyelids to reveal those baby blue iris that you loved so much. 

“If i hadn’t planted a baby inside of you before, i'm sure that i did now.” he boasted, a warm smile plastered on his face. For the first time in a while, the whole baby thing hadn’t scared you. Maybe it was because you were too fucked out to even care, but a part of you screamed that you were ready. And it wasn’t like you didn’t believe his words either, the sticky feeling of your combined arousals lapped down your thighs in dismay. 

Silence burned at your tent as you allowed your eyes to look away from your husband’s awaiting iris for a second, letting the thoughts consume you before you could give a comprehensive answer back. Images of a whiny baby burned at your mind, angry as its tiny fists drummed at your chest in discontentment. Like their own father, maybe, if they’d grow up to be your child. A grumpy man who’d grow up attached to you beyond breaking after months of fighting back the feeling. 

You couldn’t wait to sit back in the thick grass as you watched your husband teach your kids how to wield a bow, making them fierce warriors for when the time was right. 

“Everything’s alright up there?” Bucky settled his entire weight down onto your body as he lied down upon you, his head tilting up to meet your gaze. A stark contrast to the Bucky that spent hours chasing down huge beasts or taking down men of opposing regions, he melted like putty in your embrace. You huffed as he got comfortable above you, squishing you down into the comfortable array of furs but you couldn’t say that you were complaining. 

“Everything’s alright…Maybe we should call the midwife to confirm if you’re right or not.” you whispered the last part out, as though scared to even utter the words. Your nails ran lightly down his back as the tip of your fingers felt around for the battle scars that he’d acquired over the years. You could feel Bucky’s body stiffening at the sound of your words, making you groan in unease as he pressed you further down into the soft fabrics. 

Rolling off of you, Bucky stared at you for a quick second before recovering and rising into his elbows for proper leverage. He wasn’t a daft man by any means, it was easy to read somebody’s body language and mannerisms when you’d spent so many years together. He’d never missed the ways your shoulders would tighten as the mention of the midwife, or how you’d always find something to do coincidently every time he asked you if you wanted to go get checked out for your potential pregnancy or not. 

He’d known that the prospect of children scared you…terrified you even, and if there was anything that Bucky wanted for you, it was to feel unsafe. He’d seen what could and had happened to the early mothers and their children, their equipment and techniques were still underdeveloped, it was bound to fail at most occasions. 

If you weren’t ready for the risks then he’d stop nagging you with that everlasting dream of his, and if you said that you weren’t ready yet then he’d wait until his very own end for you. Although now, to hear you talk about wanting to confirm this pregnancy on your own accord made Bucky feel like he was dreaming. 

“Pray that you’re serious right now, or I swear to the gods above that I'm going to take a walk outside and once I'm back you won’t even be able to feel those legs of yours.” your heartbeat picked up at the husky sound of his so said ‘threat’, knowing damn well that he was not one to forswear. 

Plus, how could you renounce your decision at the sight of those hope filled eyes. You braced yourself for the possible prospect of his dream getting crushed, tainting your husband’s happiness in its route. Though you had this nagging feeling at the back of your head that it was true, that you were going to extend that family of yours in just a few months and you’d be damned for wanting to know just a little bit before you could potentially start to show. 

“I am.” you smiled up at him, simply. The look on your husband’s face was enough to have your stomach churning, but not with apprehension. Suddenly, you kinda wished he’d take you upon that threat he’d just promised you of, and you thought of lying for a second to get your way with him.

Nevertheless, with a quick kiss on your forehead and a promise to be back soon, the bulky viking was soon out of the tent, and onto his search for the midwife. 

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Disaster, chaos and confusion. That was all that Bucky had experienced in the past hour that he’d left your shared tent. So far all he’d managed to do was step into a poor old lady’s flower garden, accidently set a half of the cattle free and low and behold, accidently walked in on a neighbouring couple.

Bucky winced at the memory, still fresh on his mind as he was set on finding that damned midwife. It hadn’t necessarily been on his agenda to just barge in on the poor couple like this. Plus, he’d be damned if this was some sort of fucking mating season for the women because fuck, from every hut that he’d consult, all he’d get for an answer was that “she’s probably with-“ and then the name would change every single fucking time. 

‘How many goddamn women did the midwife need to consult today anyways?’ Bucky thought as he stomped away. 

He was dead worried about you, alone in your little home wondering where he’d run off to, because he sure as hell couldn’t be out looking for that lone midwife in that tiny village of yours for a whole hour. 

He worried if you were ok, if you and the baby needed anything. Stupidly, he was already sure that you were carrying his child, and like any stubborn man, he wanted to prove it right to you. 

Bucky’s heavy weight dragged on with his boots, carving deep boot marks into the thin layer of snow that covered the ground. His thick beard and tied up hair were collecting snow the more he stood outside, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He was a hunter after all, he’d been out in harsher weathers for longer periods of time. 

He thought back at you again, and how soon the village would have to move with the arrival of snow to make it back to the main village where you could all refuge back under the comfort of your longhouse, and for most, their own familial huts. 

Bucky shook his head, deciding that he’d focus on such matters once he’d made his way back home to his wife. Nevertheless, he felt uneasy as he approached the last tent for the day. Sure the village wasn’t big, but it felt like such a chore going from tent to tent while the whole village was busy and active. It was tiring moving through and questioning the restless crowd, and truly, he was just afraid of falling on another unexpecting couple like he had just done…

Now standing right before the entrance of the tent, Bucky allowed himself to relax, and take a minute to make peace with his surroundings. From a very young age, Bucky’s mother had noticed how his

abilities had been heightened from the other boys his age. He was smarter, stronger and had developed senses more intense than the men around him. He was taller and also seemed to heal slightly faster than the men that he’d grown up with, and that earned him an adequate place amidst the fighters. 

Almost like he had been granted some sort of

super-human gift from the above.

He’d often struggled with the concept of having grown with such unprecedented abilities, and for a while, all that life had been for Bucky was putting his gift to use by helping the ones around him. To this day he bore scars that proved his good favours, and he’d once lost himself along the way, stuck in an endless loop of violence and self-loath. 

Then… you came along, and everything that he’d ever known had flown straight out the window. You showed Bucky a soft side that only his mother and sister ever had, and banished every memory of his father’s cruel touch. You’d saved him, and for that he'd love you forever. 

He’d long since retired from a fighter to a hunter since they hadn’t had much confrontations as of recently, and he prayed for your sake that it stayed in such a way. He begged for you to continue and live in a healthy environment, and if you were to welcome a child of his in this world, then gods would he pray on his knees night and day for things to remain the way they were. 

Nevertheless, Bucky took a moment to stay out. Closing his eyes, the (in all hopes) soon-to-be father tilted an ear out to the world around him. He could hear the neighbours chanting, some jolly and some simply drunk at the hour. He could hear the children running around, entertaining themselves as best as they could while being away from home, and an unexpected smile rose upon his lips.

And then-

“-ould stay out of the tent a little, some fresh air should do you some good.” 

The midwife, Andora. Lord knows what she’s been conversing about, but Bucky knew that it had

to have been her. She was the lone midwife in their tribe and it was hard to mistake her for another. Yet as Bucky outstretched the flaps of the tent’s opening apart, the frown on his face reappeared at the unwelcoming, unfamiliar faces before him. 

Disappointed, he’d left the tent silently, offering no explanations and no excuses to the offended neighbours. 

-

Devastated as he dragged his feet back home,

Bucky didn’t allow it to show on his face. Sure if someone were to acknowledge him on his frustrated walk back home, they’d just assume that he was angry and to just leave him alone. By the way that his eyebrows were furrowed into that usual angry angle, it was obvious that he shouldn’t be messed with at the moment. 

Bucky was simply done for the day, sick of all of his misfortune and needing to have you near to ground him like you always did. It didn’t mean that he wasn’t ashamed of facing you, after being out for what felt like hours just to come back home alone. It felt like one of those deceptive hunts where he’d come back empty handed, ashamed and waspish as he stood under the people’s disappointed glances. 

He couldn’t remember the time he’d last had felt as conflicted as then, standing before the entrance of his own home. His displeased expression further stretched out on his face at the sound of your voice, which would normally bring him joy, was now conversing to someone he couldn’t quite make out who. 

He wasted no time pushing his large stature through the door, the thick fabric of your tent pushing back against his broad shoulders in resistance. Suddenly, Bucky froze at the sight before him, baby blue eyes wide at the sight of you all cozied up on your makeshift bed all while Andora sat besides you.

She was talking to you and you had been listening intently before both of your attentions had been derived by the sudden arrival of your husband. A smile lifted upon Andora’s face as did you, delighted that he’d finally made it back home. 

“Got lost out there?” you teased, giggling at the sight of that semi-permanent frown that he wore. Bucky should’ve been mad, really, he’d spent the whole evening frustrated trying to find that god damned midwife that had just seemed to have disappeared from all sights, just to find you and herself in his own tent conversing. 

“Can’t lie and say I didn’t.” he grumbled, amidst the way he eagerly made it back to you. Under all the annoyance that Bucky had lived through that evening, he was all the most happy to see that at least you’d managed to have a moment with the midwife, and now you didn’t need to delay the check up that you were bound to receive. 

Baby blue iris were bound, stuck on you as Andora shuffled in the corner of his eye. He couldn’t even seem to care for what she’d said, probably muttering a farewell as she exited the premises of your home. 

Then the question had left him, sounding muted to his own ears as all he could hear was the excited beating of his heart. He couldn’t focus on anything else but that gigantic smile you wore on your face, a blurry memory of you standing and embracing him like you did whenever he came back from a hunt, him wrapping his arms around you after coming back to his senses, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around all while indulging in the sweet symphony of your roaring laughter. 

Words, kisses and even tears had been shared that night and amongst the instances of exhilaration, the sight of a green blanket appeared in Bucky’s line of sight. There, in that instant, Bucky had vowed that  if even the gods above couldn’t shelter you, he’d rain hell on whoever would try to endanger his little family… 

His little family of 3 this time. 

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RED SERPENT (Mob!Bucky x f!reader)

Chapter 2- Bastards and Pawns

Chapter 1

Summary: King and Queen of New York. The one who knows how to play the game, survives.

Warnings: Violence, mature content, sexual themes, foul language.

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the actions written in this story.

"Came back at 3am and went to his office." the maid whispered as you cut into your omelette with a silver knife.

"Hmm....pour me a glass of orange juice, will you Betty?"

"Yes, Mrs. Barnes." Your thoughts rang through the silence as you chewed on your omelette, your hunger long gone.

"Oh...and Mr.Barnes hasn't had his breakfast yet." Betty whispered again, her urge to please beyond satisfaction.

Nodding in understanding, you quickly wiped your mouth with a napkin and stood up.

"Thankyou, Betty. You've done well...as always." Giving her a small smile, you grabbed the glass of orange juice and made a beeline towards Bucky's office, a plan forming in your head.

Something had happened last night. Something crucial. You'd stayed up most of the night trying to figure out what could have gone wrong. The security was on high alert and Bucky hadn't returned to the room at all.

Damping down the irritation rearing its head once again, you walked into his office. Sitting there, his lip busted open and stains of blood on his white shirt was your beloved husband.

"Good morning." Walking leisurely, you placed the glass of orange juice on the table. His eyes stalked your every movement as you took a second to scan him all over. He still had his jacket on, the first few buttons on his shirt unbuttoned giving a view of his blood smeared chest. Only James Bucky Buchanan Barnes could look sexy half beaten up.

"I hope the other guy is dead."

A smirk crawled onto Buckys face as he gave a slight nod.

"Good." You redirected your gaze to the documents spread across the table, taking a quick glance at the titles in bold. "When were you going to tell me?" you ask, voice deceptively calm and composed.

The only response from the man was a heavy sigh as he leaned back in his chair.

"I asked you a question, James." your sharp edged voice cut through the silence left behind by your husband.

"I know." his eyes had never left your face, a certain coldness in his gaze.

So this is how he was going to play. Bastard. Over the year, he had come to trust you with his business operations but it was never a hundred percent. Some days, like this, you could see the mistrust and the hesitancy in his eyes. To be fair, if the positions were reversed, you wouldn't have trusted him either. However, you had the innate need to know everything.

Every. Single. Thing.

As they say, knowledge is power.

Letting out a breath and loosening up the tension in your body, you walked around the desk to Bucky's side not breaking eye contact with him. Once you were in front of him, you gave him a small smile and sat down on his lap.

"James darling..my dear husband." Running a knuckle down his face you leaned closer to him, a pulse of satisfaction shooting through you as you saw his eyes darken. His hands were still placed upon the arm rests but you knew he was struggling to hold back. Good.

"I am your wife. Your partner. Your biggest ally." Running a thumb across his split lip, your gaze momentarily dropping and his hands slowly making their way to your hips, you dropped your voice to a whisper.

"So when someone tries to fuck with OUR business, I need to know." His hands gripped onto your hips as you pushed yourself down onto him, the growing tightness beneath his pants making you smug.

"Now tell me.." you continued. "Why did Tony Stark send a hitman after you ?"

His hands loosened immediately, surprise flashing across his features. It was your turn to watch him silently as the cogs in his brain worked. The lust filled haze had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

"It doesn't involve you, Y/N." he said sternly. "It goes way back. Old rivalries."

"Hmm." Placing your hands on either side of his face, you made him meet your eyes. "Being a widow doesn't suit me, James. It's...detrimental to my image and capabilities."

Scoffing in amusement, he took his bottom lip between his teeth. You decided to stay silent and let him spill the beans soon.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

A deep breath and...BINGO.

"I blocked one of the more important deals of his life. He would have been unstoppable if it had gone through. But now...he'll never get the opportunity again."

"So you've been trying to kill each ever since?" you asked sarcastically.

Men and their stupid fragile egos.

Bucky held back a laugh as he said "No..I must admit this attack was quite out of the blue."

Your thoughts were going so fast that you barely keep up.

This changes things. This changes everything.

"Well...go take a shower. You need it." You got off of his lap abruptly only to be yanked back.

"Ja—"

“Now doll..I do admire your incessant need to know the ins and outs of my life but I do not appreciate your maid snooping around.” His hands slid down to your ass and grabbed it. “I think she’s done enough. Don’t you think?”

You tried your best to maintain a poker face. Of course he knew. He was the white wolf. He could sniff out bullshit from a mile away.

He must have been satisfied with the look in your eyes because he said “Good. I’ll see you at lunch.” And that was that.

Shooting a cold look at him, you left the room grabbing the glass of orange juice on the way.

The headlights of your car cut through the foggy night barely illuminating the surroundings.

He was late. Idiot.

This was such a delicate game. One wrong move and you could end up dead. That was the thrill of it. So as you waited in the car drumming your fingers against the steering wheel, adrenaline rushing through your veins, you went through the possible outcomes of your actions. All of them equally deadly. Perfect.

A break in the fog ahead of you cut through your thoughts.

Finally. 10 minutes late.

You got out of your car grabbing the envelope of cash with you. Heels clacked against the pavement as you reached one of your pawns.

"Took you long enough." you said sharply, handing over the envelope. "Twenty in cash. The rest in cheque."

A brisk nod followed by "It's always a pleasure doing business with you...Mrs.Barnes." The mocking tone used to address you did not escape your notice.

You smirked at him and his impudence. "I wish I could say the same."

That was that.

Getting back into your car, you watched as Alexander Pierce disappeared once again.

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An Offer II: Safe Haven · 01

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 5,3k warnings: typical mafia (dark themes, language, violence, etc.), a/n: if you see any mistake, please, close your eyes,,

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series summary: The ride was bumpy, but in the end, you got your husband. Your marriage gave you protection, and your new husband shared with you his life, his Family, his wealth. His demons and his enemies. Only time can show whether it was worth it.

Although his scent had managed to wash off, you loved walking around in that soft, far too large robe of his. Leaving the bedroom – where you hadn't even slept an hour together, let alone the whole night – you put one over your shoulders and tied the belt. And, as you do every morning, you went to the kitchen, which, in practice, was your shared kitchen; except that not at the same time. You prepared the coffee, and with a mug in your hand headed to the living room; you leaned against the entrance frame and fixed your gaze on the couch, or rather on the person occupying it – Jerry. This time you remembered the name. You lifted the mug to your mouth, but your lips did not come into contact with the bitter, hot surface of the drink. 

Was there any limit to the amount of time you could miss someone who, given the short period of knowing them, shouldn't mean that much? And what could you be capable of to drown that feeling of abandonment?

A little more than a week was still missing and you could safely cross out the third month of Bucky's absence. This was not how you imagined the beginnings of your marriage, but you consoled yourself with the knowledge that it could have been much worse. On the other hand, it could also have been much better. To some extent, your life resembled the one you had led before your marriage and even before your father's death – you didn't have to worry about business; it was secure and had regained its former fluidity. Enough to calm Tony Stark down. You were able to concentrate mainly on your gallery, spend weekends with your friends or with Suzie. Everything went on with the old rhythm, with a few exceptions. You didn't date anymore, and turning down potential lovers came more easily to you. And you devoted Sunday afternoons and evenings to your new family – Winnifred would invite you to tea or dinner, and these activities became your marital duties. But you really felt more like a new purchase of the Barnes Family than a wife to Bucky – after all, you spent more time with them than with your husband.

But he still tried.

He called at least once every two, sometimes three days. You would have loved to call him every day, but you never did – you didn't want to disturb him, because you knew he was working hard. You heard how tired he was, so each time you asked him to get some sleep; you kept telling him that your day wasn't that interesting. But Bucky never relented – he claimed he liked listening to your voice.

Jerry twitched, opening his eyes, which automatically fell on you. For a split second, he seemed deathly terrified; you guessed that his mind sensed your gaze, and raised the alarm as a result. But Jerry was safe. At least for now.

“Did you sleep well?” You smiled slightly, perhaps a little meanly, then took a sip of coffee without dropping your gaze.

The young man immediately sat up and rubbed his face. “Oh God…” he gasped. “Don't tell Bucky. He’ll fucking murder me.”

“Don't worry. It can happen to anyone.”

“Has it happened to someone before me..?” he asked with hope.

You wrinkled your nose and shook your head, which made Jerry groan with dissatisfaction.

“Would you like some breakfast?” You raised your eyebrows.

“After something like that? No way, I'm out of here.”

You walked Jerry to the door.

“Please. I'm begging,” he said, almost hanging on the doorknob. “Don't tell Bucky. Don't tell anyone, because it will definitely get to him.”

You sighed heavily, holding back from rolling your eyes. It seemed to you that Jerry was exaggerating, but on the other hand he was white as a sheet, so you didn’t want to scare him more. “I won't tell anyone. I promise.”

“What..?” Connie stared at you with curiosity, and the fork on which she had scrupulously scooped one of each ingredient of her salad hung not far from her mouth.

As befits a wealthy wife abandoned by a husband absorbed in work, you had a lunch date with Connie and your two other friends, Victoria and Holly, who were close enough to you to know some of your secrets. As in the case of Connie, you didn't share with them all the details of your life, you didn't get them into the business you did, but they knew who you were. They also knew the character of your marriage; it was impossible to keep it a mystery when matters of the heart were an integral part of your conversations. And even if you could pretend that you and Bucky had something more in common – something by which people usually decided to take such a binding step as marriage – your girlfriends would have figured you out right away.

“Who’s Jerry?” Holly furrowed. 

You couldn't remember if she was there when you mentioned him for the first time. However, you didn't have a chance to dig up this information in your head – Victoria rushed to explain: “He's some sort of bodyguard. Is that right?” She glanced at you, and you nodded.

Some sort of bodyguard was a surprisingly accurate term for Jerry and the rest of the boys. Since Bucky was away from home and unable to look after your safety himself, he ordered his men to do so. With that, you got to know a handful of Bucky's most trusted soldiers, and every evening one of them sat in a car parked outside your apartment, watching the building and its surroundings. Every morning one of them drove you to work, in the afternoons they escorted you home or wherever you pleased. You were never alone. Even now, sipping wine in a fancy pub, you were under the watchful eye of one of them; he was sitting a few tables away and going over the menu for the fifth time, glancing in your direction from time to time. He took a seat at the other end of the room to avoid being noticeable, but your friends were fully aware of his presence. Besides, they weren't the only ones; he was quite a flashy item in a restaurant filled mostly with women dressed in pastels and beiges.

“Are you still okay with that? All that following?” Holly continued. 

“They don’t follow me.” You rolled your eyes, smiling lightly. It's not that you had been brainwashed into accepting the possessiveness or the desire to control your every move; you just understood what rules applied to your and Bucky's world. You also understood that your friends were not as aware, so your husband's security measures may have been deceptively similar to red flags. “Following someone tends to be done in secret from the person who is being followed, you know?” 

“What's up with Jerry?” Connie interrupted. “Did you sleep with him or not?”

“No, of course not,” you calmly denied. But instead of continuing to speak, you paused for a moment – a memory popped into your head; a memory of Bucky's prettily pink, parted lips as he savored your wet warmth. You swallowed hard, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. “He slept. On the couch. Alone.”

“A bodyguard should sleep on the job..?” Holly asked doubtfully.

“In theory, no. But whenever I was able to forget Jerry's presence somewhere around, I heard sneezing or sniffling.” You raised your eyebrows. “I was afraid that if I left him in the car overnight, he would faint from a fever or something. I invited him inside, or rather convinced him to come in, and he fell asleep on the couch. That's it.” You shrugged.

“You shouldn't have done that,” Victoria said, her forehead creased in worry. “You shouldn't invite strangers into your apartment. What if he would hurt you?”

“Uh, that's not exactly what bodyguards do.”

The rest of your lunch followed the pattern repeated at every meeting you've had for almost the last three months. Your girlfriends expressed their concern toward your relationship, and then smoothly moved on to other topics. This time a party you had little idea about. Not because they didn't include you; you just didn't hear a word. Absorbed in your own thoughts, you completely disconnected yourself from the place and the company. You reflected on the fact that you spent far more time with them, and even with the previously mentioned bodyguards, than with Bucky. It shouldn't have affected you on the scale it actually did – you were purely business partners who happened to have sex a few times. But all those things you promised each other before he left... 

On the one hand, they were somehow groundbreaking. On the other, they became blurred in this long separation. Besides…

Your eyes involuntarily rested on your hand. Despite being married, you still didn't have rings. You wore at least an engagement ring – an apparent sign of being taken, but Bucky? You couldn't be sure – away from home, away from New York, away from you – he wasn't taking advantage of the lack of a wedding band. Maybe he only called you in the evenings, drained, because his other life was consuming all his time and energy? You knew he couldn't be so vile to you, but maybe he was trying to protect you? Had he found someone in Italy and didn't want to break your heart? Maybe the bodyguards were not there to protect you, but to keep you from any potential surprise visit?

A sudden flash of sanity made you realize that you were becoming paranoid. You didn't have Bucky around; you couldn't look at him or talk to him freely, so you kept thinking about him. This, in turn, led you to newer and newer conclusions that you wouldn't normally even consider. Timothy got his way – he effectively punished you, because you were going through a living hell.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn't even know who had spoken to you. All three – Connie, Victoria and Holly – were looking at you.

“Hmm?” you muttered, raising your eyebrows questioningly, although you could hear perfectly well what they wanted to know. “Oh, it’s… It’s nothing.” You shook your head with the abashed smile of someone caught in the act. “It's just... I miss him. Very much,” you said in order to justify your drifting away. You just didn't tell the whole truth; you didn't intend to torment your friends with your fears, because these were taken from panic, not a rational perception of things. 

“Do you like him in that way?” Holly smiled provocatively. 

Before you could explain that you would probably miss each of them just as much during such a long separation, Victoria cut you off again: “This is so sweet…” She almost melted. “Maybe you're not telling us something? Maybe you are at the boyfriend-girlfriend phase? Things like this can happen when two people are close. Even in a not-for-real-marriage, right?” She looked around at your faces for some confirmation of her words.

“I would know if we were at that phase,” you said immediately. 

“Not necessarily. This phase is not always clear. Not all people ask directly about dating, like, you know, as a couple. Sometimes you just fall into it. Unconsciously and naturally.” Vicky shrugged.

A short silence settled over the table. You reached for your glass of wine, and, staring unseeingly at some random point, emptied the rest of the drink in slow sips.

“I'll see you this weekend?” you finally spoke.

“As always. But maybe you should invite Jerry this time?” Connie grinned with amusement, and you gently kicked her under the table.

“Are you okay?” Steve's voice filled the inside of the car.

“I won't throw up here, if that's what you're asking,” you answered, taking your eyes off the side window to look at him. Steve’s mouth curved into a slight smile. 

You doubted that picking you up from a nightclub was his ideal scenario for a Saturday night, but at least he didn't waste the whole evening babysitting you. Admittedly, he was up for it, but you managed to convince him to give you some freedom. You still didn't mind round-the-clock security, but you got the impression that your friends were starting to feel a little uncomfortable. You couldn't accept that they weren't able to relax and enjoy your girls’ night out, and if you had any power to do so, you decided to use it. In return, you promised Steve that – after the party – you would wait for him like a good girl you were, and let him drive you home without saying a word.

Your head was still buzzing from the pounding music and people shouting to each other, and you felt this unpleasant dry stickiness in your mouth. It wasn't the worst state you could get yourself into, because although you hoped to get rid of the annoying, uncomfortable thoughts, you didn't want to completely knock yourself out of consciousness.

You were haunted by the same problems; fueled by longing and the absence of Bucky, who could ease your doubts. Besides, for the past few days you couldn't push away what Victoria said – leaving aside your marriage, could you and Bucky have been more than that? Before he left, he behaved as if you were, but did he allow the possibility or did he do all this because he felt an obligation to act as a husband should? Moreover, you didn't even know why you felt the need to find out all this; after all, you weren't hoping for anything. Other than an inherent affection, a weakness, an incomprehensible attachment and a natural human desire, you had no deeper feelings for Bucky. So what was your problem?

Mindlessly, your eyes wandered to Steve again. Sometimes you would return in memories to Bucky's words; to the moment when he joked that he could recommend you to Steve – you wondered how your life would have turned out then. You would certainly have experienced a completely different dynamic, because while Bucky was patient with you, Steve exceeded all expectations. But unlike Bucky, he behaved a little too formally, politely in your company; as if he didn't allow himself to show any flaws. This, in turn, partly let you guess what Bucky meant when he said: ‘I'm not a guy you marry. Steve is.’ With the warmth, caring and calmness radiating from him, Steve was something of a last step – he just reassured you that he was the right, safe choice; that he would create a stable environment not only for his potential wife, but also for his children.

Bucky, on the other hand, oozed the aura of a charming, slightly unpredictable boyfriend; he made everything still exciting and fresh; he allowed the belief that you both still had enough room for mistakes.

You closed your eyes and let out a heavy breath. Steve glanced at you, raising his eyebrow questioningly. “Still not throwing up,” you stated. For a brief moment, you had an urge to bombard Steve with questions; you wanted to know if Bucky had ever been in a serious relationship; if he thought Bucky would last in one. But that would only deepen your paranoia; besides, you weren't convinced about the idea of getting to know Bucky through the eyes of others.

When the car stopped in front of the apartment building, you got out, grabbing your purse and the high heels you had taken off earlier. You intended to make your way to the apartment barefoot, because you couldn't even imagine putting on those uncomfortable shoes again.

“Oh, sorry. I left some glitter in your car,” you said, noticing shimmering specks from your dress on the seat. To be fair, you also had glitter in your hair and on your skin, so you thought you were equally victimized. “Well, a lot of glitter actually…” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Turning off the engine, Steve gave you a smile. 

“You don’t have to walk me to the door,” you asserted right away, seeing him getting ready to leave the vehicle. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. A security guard is sitting inside, there are also some cameras…” You shrugged. “I’ll be fine.” 

Steve didn't insist – he kept providing you with this illusory sense of freedom. So you said goodbye and headed to the entrance, having previously promised to text him as soon as you crossed the apartment threshold. Steve's car disappeared only when you got inside the building. On your way to the apartment, you were thinking mainly about the contents of the fridge; for the last few hours your stomach had been getting only alcohol and salty snacks in really small portions – so now you were craving something decent.

As you slid the key into the lock, it refused to turn – the door was open. A wave of uneasy heat immediately swept over you, your stomach dropped. For a second you wanted to go back downstairs; perhaps Steve wasn't so far away yet, you could call him and wait with the security guard. Or outside. Anywhere, but not there. At the same time, you tried to keep a cool head and think rationally – what if you simply forgot to lock the door? After all, such things could happen. But there was no room in your life for such incidents. Bucky had you watched for a reason. 

In the end, you decided to take possibly the stupidest, yet least dramatic step – you cautiously went inside. There was pitch darkness everywhere, which normally didn't scare you, but now you had no idea what was hiding in it. Too paralyzed by fear, you didn't even think to locate the light switch. You moved ahead – telling yourself repeatedly that it was probably just your paranoia, that you had actually forgotten to lock the door. If not, you had an open escape route – all you had to do was run down the corridor and get out of the apartment, then take the stairs, not the elevator.

Noticing a small red light smoldering in the darkness somewhere from the living room, you froze in stillness. Your body went numb, so unable to make any further movements, you stared at the spot. A recognizable rustling sound reached your ears, and immediately afterwards the vivid light of a lamp burst in the room, shining down on the silhouette sitting beneath it. Your tired, frightened, alcohol-soaked mind refused to believe that it was Bucky in the chair. Not only because, given the length of his absence, you hadn't considered his return in the nearest days – he also looked a little different than you remembered. The first thing that caught your eye was his thick beard; technically, it covered half of his face. Still, you could easily see his mouth stretched in a lazy, amused smile. His hair also got a little longer, and he looked even bigger, even more beefy, but these changes were not so drastic – you picked them up because you knew Bucky's body very well.

He let out a puff of smoke from between his lips, then put out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray placed on the armrest. “Hi,” Bucky spoke, his voice a bit muffled by the smoke coming out of his nostrils. 

All negative feelings and real concerns were gone, but your heart was still racing like crazy. However, you weren't sure if it was due to the fear slowly leaving your body or at the sight of Bucky. You wanted to feel happy; you wanted to be able to get excited about the much anticipated return; you wanted to throw your arms around his neck, but in reality you felt really weak – on the verge of passing out. You dropped your shoes and purse on the floor, and rested your trembling hand on the doorframe.

“I scared you, huh?” He slightly tilted his head to the side.

“Yes,” you replied quietly; your voice still didn't feel steady enough, and your throat remained painfully tight.

“Good. You'll remember to take someone with you next time.” Bucky sounded strict and lecturing; as if he was about to bend you over his knee. 

You watched each other – you looked at him a little warily, not sure where you were really at, what you should say or do, and Bucky was sizing you up in no rush; he studied closely your skimpy, not very covering dress with a deep neckline.

“Where were you?” There was no hint of possessiveness, jealousy or anger in his voice; only pure curiosity. Just as during your phone conversations over the past months, he wanted to know about your day; he wanted to know everything. He could have asked his people, but he trusted you to tell him the whole truth.

“At the club. With my girls.” 

“Were there any guys..?”

You nodded, not taking your eyes off him. “As it is in clubs.” You shrugged. “Full of guys.”

“Poor fellas. Wish I could have seen their faces when they realized all they could do was look at the prettiest girl in all of New York.” Some boyish delight surfaced in his smile, and a pleasant warmth spread over your body. Why would he say all these things if there was any chasm between you? There was no chasm.

He didn't seem impatient, but watched you with gentle anticipation, and soon patted his thigh in an inviting manner. Without a second thought, you moved from your spot and finally straddled him. In all this longing, you forgot how good it felt to be surrounded by the warmth of his body, his scent; how much your body fitted into his, as his thighs felt like the most comfortable place in the world.

“I was kind of hoping you would be happy to see me.” Bucky winced barely noticeably. “Is this about me scaring you? I'm sorry,” he said with remorse, although just a moment earlier he was eager to teach you a lesson. He placed a tender kiss on your cleavage, and your skin burned in that spot. 

“I am happy,” you replied, smiling softly. You couldn't let him think otherwise. “I just-”

You wanted to confess all your fears to him, because you knew he would either confirm or get rid of them. But when Bucky lifted one of his hands to your face for a purpose you had no chance to know, your eyes caught the movement and registered something else. You quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand closer to get a good look at it. Bucky was wearing a wedding ring. And it appeared that he didn't put it on on the plane or right after he arrived; he must have already worn it in Italy, because when the ring slid a little higher, you noticed a pale, untouched by the sun mark that stood out on his tanned hand. 

“Got one for you, too.” Bucky smiled with satisfaction, but that gesture was sprinkled with a bit of caution. “And a few other things. But first, I'd rather hear what’s bothering you.”

You knew you should tell him; after all, a couple months earlier you yourself had made it clear to him that you needed to speak your minds more. But you didn't want to ruin the peaceful atmosphere. You were both too tired for this conversation. Besides, with or without explanations, you were no longer worried about your relationship – Bucky was here. Right by your side. And there was no sign that he was about to break your heart; unless he was about to crush it with affection.

“Nothing is bothering me,” you claimed with another tender smile, hoping that was enough to distract him from further attempts to get the truth out of you. “You surprised me. I thought I would be able to get ready for you coming, but instead, I'm a mess. A little bit drunk, sticky mess,” you said, which came easily, because you weren't actually lying; you imagined the conditions under which you would celebrate Bucky's return a little differently. Even with all your worries. “I thought it would be more, I don't know,” you shrugged, “perfect maybe..?”

Bucky seemed to accept this version. Perhaps because – considering his exhaustion – you produced far too many words for him to process. “The next time will be more perfect.” The smile lingering on his lips took on a lazy expression. 

You shook your head at his words. “There will be no next time, not in the near future,” you said with conviction, as if his unconventional schedule depended on you. “You're not going anywhere, because I'm not letting you.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “In that case, I can go out and come in again.”

“Alright, but you'll have to wait until I hang the banner and inflate balloons.” You raised your eyebrows. The lightness and playfulness surrounding you made you forget the past months. Your concerns and insecurities blurred in the way Bucky looked at you. “Now, show me what you brought me,” you added with theatrical excitement. 

“You little materialist…” Shaking his head with just as exaggerated disapproval, Bucky reached outside the chair and grabbed a paper bag. He placed it between your bodies, but you had no pressing need to look inside it. Instead, you watched Bucky almost with fascination; his movements as he slid his hand into the bag. When he pulled it out, his fingers were embracing a small, velour box. Having taken the object carefully, you opened it; the ring Bucky mentioned was waiting inside – a little narrower than the one he wore, but otherwise looked basically identical. “May I?” His gentle tone immediately caught your attention. Without thinking, you turned the box toward him; he pulled out the ring, grabbed your wrist gently to stabilize your hand, and slid the ring onto your finger. 

You stared at it, and when you lifted your gaze back to Bucky's face, you caught his eyes stuck on you. “Thank you,” you whispered. 

“It's just a little something I should have taken care of much sooner, huh?” he said, and the bag rustled again. Your lips parted in surprise and amazement when this time he took out a scented candle. He laughed softly as you grasped it right away, almost snatching it out of his hands; you guessed from its size and neat, minimalist label that it was one of the more expensive ones. 

“You remembered…” Still stunned that he had bought something with you in mind; something almost personalized, you glanced at him, but quickly returned your eyes to the tag. "Tuscan Dream of the Sun..." you read out loud, raising an eyebrow. You opened the lid and brought the candle to your nose.

“Is this how you imagined a Tuscan dream of the sun?” Bucky furrowed his forehead. In response, you moved the candle closer to his face. “I smelled it earlier,” he protested, nevertheless, he inhaled the scent instinctively. “I'm not sure what dreams of the sun smell like, but this smells like oranges. And vanilla.”

“Ohh, right,” you replied, enlightened by the answer you were looking for. “You're right…” You pulled the bag in your direction to put the candle back in it. In the process, you spotted another velour box. “Did you buy another ring? For your mistress?” you asked provocatively, but not angrily. 

“Mhm.” Bucky nodded with a sly, lazy smile resting on his lips. “You can take a peek. Tell if she will like it.” 

So you reached for the box – a little bigger, flatter than the previous one – and opened it. To your eyes appeared a necklace – a thin, delicate chain with a gemstone in a light, icy shade of blue. 

“And?” Bucky asked softly. “Does she like it?”

Without taking your gaze off the necklace, you nodded. “It's really pretty,” you answered in a hushed voice and looked at Bucky. “What's the occasion?”

“No occasion. It's just a gift. So I can keep an eye on you.” He shrugged gently, lifting the corner of his mouth in a not particularly enthusiastic expression. Only then did you realize what the color of the stone reminded you of – Bucky's irises.

For a brief moment he said nothing more, watching you put on the necklace; how you fastened it in front of your face and then turned the lock back, making the pendant rest on your neckline. 

“I'm sorry,” he spoke in a more serious tone. His hand slid over your bare calf, and combined with the contrite, even pained expression on his face, the gesture seemed extremely tender to you. “For not being here. You agreed to marry me, and then I left you alone. For so fucking long-”

“Hey.” You put your hands on his cheeks, casting a determined look on his helpless eyes. “You had no choice. Okay?” In response, Bucky nodded barely noticeably. “It was hard for me, that's true. But the fault doesn't lie with you. It never even crossed my mind,” you stated firmly. You chose to ignore the fact that a bunch of other, more or less disturbing things popped into your head while he was gone. “And I'm not saying this because I'm your wife, and it's my job to support your every decision. I'm saying this because you didn't do anything wrong. I'm saying it because I understand.”

He turned his gaze away and chewed on his bottom lip nervously. There was still a look of worry on his face telling you that Bucky didn't quite believe your words. He was completely different when you found him in the apartment, and you didn't know what had happened during those several minutes. Maybe he remembered all the responsibility and effort that comes with being a husband? Whatever it was, it spread in his mind like a poison you didn't know the cure for. You couldn't get into his mind, and he didn't want to make his thoughts available to you in any other way. Or, perhaps, after all, he sensed that there was something you didn't want to tell him, and he returned the favor?

Despite your slight resignation, you plastered a weak smile on your face and tucked a strand of Bucky's hair behind his ear. He closed his eyes, accepting this tender gesture; absorbing its warmth. “You’re tired,” you remarked. “You should go to bed-” You rose gently with the intention of getting off his thighs, but Bucky's hands quickly found their way to your hips; he held you down, pressing you back against his body. He gazed at you again, a little calmer this time, and with a visible exhaustion that you were absolutely right about. 

He reached up to touch your cheek, his fingers slipped into your hair. He pulled you in carefully, then pressed your lips together in a delicate kiss; as if testing whether you still accepted his mouth on yours. When, without much thought, you welcomed and reciprocated the kiss, he slipped his tongue into your mouth – he remembered your taste, and when he realized how much he loved it, he let out a low grunt. Pleasant warmth spread throughout your body in a devastating wave – it almost completely washed away any barriers.

He soon pulled away from you. “You are tired, too. And a little drunk, right?” He asked, studying your face intently. 

You nodded, not intending to deny it. Bucky drew you to him again; this time he placed a tender kiss on your forehead. You dropped your eyelids, feeling a peace spreading throughout you. He may not have been your boyfriend, or your not-for-real-husband, but he was your home, your safe haven.

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[stellar-solar-flare]

The Literary Universe Of StellarSolarFlare

Welcome to my little library of fanfiction! Please note that my blog is a 18+ only space, and all content is intended for adults only. Minors DNI.

I currently have my requests OPEN for short prompts, see this post for instructions. My side blog with only fic updates is HERE.

Reblogs, comments, thoughts, asks and everything along the lines are very welcome! I also welcome constructive criticism, emphasis on constructive. My replies to things might be delayed due to life & using the queue function, so it's definitely not personal if I don't reply immediately.

FIVE LATEST WORKS: Equinox - CH10: Trophy Wife | S.R. | Explicit A Fairytale Of A Disaster - CH3: The Royal Castle | S.R. | Explicit Volatile - CH3: Debrief | S.R. | Explicit | Completed! Volatile - CH2: Flammable | S.R. | Explicit For Centuries - CH18: War Council | S.R. | Explicit

About my writing:

mostly Steve Rogers x Reader and Steve Rogers x OFC (some Bucky Barnes /Reader and Tony Stark/Reader thrown in too!)

Readers that tend to be described as smart, intelligent, slightly socially awkward types that often have STEM-related jobs in-universe.

romance, romantasy, and healthy relationships, usually combined with an action-adventure plot.

Slow Burn, Protective Steve Rogers, Idiots In Love, Mutual Pining, Forced Proximity, Pretend Relationship, Chosen Family, Fluff & Hurt/Comfort, and Fix-Its.

If you were around during the 'Everyone lives at the Tower' era, I never really left that place: Most of my work takes place in an AU where SHIELD fell right after the events of the first Avengers movie, and something called The Avengers Initiative, funded by Tony and strategically led by Steve took its place.

I am a longfic person at heart. For logistical reasons, my really long longfics live on my AO3 - the links on this list that lead to AO3 have a little (AO3) after them. I don't have plans to post all my past work onto tumblr, but my fics on AO3 are open for guests, and guests can leave comments too. I will also make a post on tumblr when I update a story that is on AO3.

HALL OF FAME - my own favorites!

For Centuries (AO3) | Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader | Explicit

As the only daughter of King Howard Stark of Richford, you have always known that you are expected to eventually enter into a political marriage. When King Howard attempts to save his kingdom by marrying you off to the conqueror of half the world, you accept the responsibility bestowed on you. But as you arrive at the court of Emperor Steven the Righteous to be wedded and crowned the Empress of the Centurial Empire, your husband-to-be is not what you expected.

Reader is the daughter of Howard Stark and his second wife, who is not named or described. This is a 'From Political Marriage to Love Marriage' story, featuring lots of romantasy elements, court politics, and protective, righteous Emperor Steve Rogers. The 'Touch her and I'll kill you.' vibes are strong with this one. The slowest of burns.

WIP - 18/x chapters published.

Astronomical Odds (AO3) | Steve Rogers x Reader | Explicit

When you met Steve Rogers, the spark was definitely there, and the way you two hit off made one thing lead to another. But the consequences of that night will reach a lot further than either of you thought. Because now that you're pregnant - despite the astronomical odds - you and Steve need to navigate the situation after having known each other for exactly one night (and the two and a half weeks he spent off the grid on a mission). That wouldn't be an easy thing to do, even if he wasn't a superhero and you weren't trying to become the next Nikola Tesla (or Tony Stark).

So, people really need to stop implying that this is sign you two are meant to be, because honestly, it's just a mess. And Steve really needs to stop proposing to you.

An accidental pregnancy fic with lots of chosen family themes, and Steve and Reader figuring out each other and the upcoming baby situation. Heavy on romance, fluff, and not only Steve but the rest of the Avengers, too, being protective and caring of Reader, who is a literature nerd studying to be an aerospace engineer. Features some discussion of medical realities of pregnancy, and some supersoldier biology related issues.

WIP - 24/x chapters published.

LONGFICS

A Fairytale Of A Disaster | Steve x Doctor!Reader | Explicit

Reader has been stood up by her Valentine's Date. Or has she? Romance, fluff, meet-cute, hurt/comfort. WIP, 3/4.

Equinox (AO3)| soft dark mob boss Steve Rogers x superpowered Reader | Explicit

When you’re caught in the crossfires of a war brewing underground, Steve does what he has to. And as you get pulled deeper into his world, it may very well turn out that starlight can scorch, too. A dark romance story about a woman scorned and a man who is so much more than he seems. WIP, 10/x.

Volatile | Steve Rogers x Scientist!Avenger!Reader | Explicit

Reader has been subjected to an aphrodisiac while on a mission. Steve and the medical team attempt to find a solution. Smut with feelings, eventual fluff, eventual happy ending. Complete, 3/3.

ONESHOTS

Warmth | Steve Rogers x Chronically Ill Reader | Mature

Steve is the most caring husband and the best heating pad in the world. Even on the bad days when you don't feel easy to love. Hurt/comfort, established relationship, protective Steve Rogers. 1,771 words.

Worthy | Steve Rogers x Reader | Mature

You and Steve Rogers have been dating for a year. When a journalist is out to get you, you will have to stand together and come out stronger. Romance, angst with a happy ending, fluff & hurt/comfort, protective Steve Rogers. Reader has past trauma and unspecified mental health issues. 2,045 words.

(This list is a work in progress and will be updated as I publish more things on tumblr!)

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[holylulusworld]

Truth or dare

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Side pairings: Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts

Characters: Sam Wilson, Sarah Wilson, Clint Barton, Peter Parker

Warnings: angst, Steve being an asshole, mentions of arranged marriage, strong female leads, crack, redemption

A/N: I wrote a hopeful ending. Not a fluffy one.

“Steve, why don’t you wear the blue suit? You know the one I bought some weeks ago. It’ll match the dress I’m going to wear tonight,” you look your husband up and down, smirking as he looks stunning in the suit he chose to wear.

“We won’t match,” Steve is grumpy tonight. He’s usually gentler and softer around you. “No ladies tonight. This meeting is about business and forming an even stronger bond. Things you don’t know shit about.”

“But-“ you frown deeply. “Pepper said she’ll be there. Natasha and Sarah will come. Darcy will bring her better half too.”

He sighs so deeply you fear he’ll stop breathing. “Fine. It’s a meeting for wives,” he waves you off with one flick of his wrists.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Steve?” you are confused as hell. “The ring on my finger means I’m your wife. I think I didn't get the memo we got divorced.”

“Our marriage was an arrangement to help your father out,” he bites back. His tone is filled with venom, and you flinch when he steps toward you. “Do you know why I agreed on this marriage?”

“My father was in trouble and had the money to get him out of said trouble. You wanted me in return,” you meekly reply. It’s the first time you don’t feel comfortable around your husband.

“No. I wanted to stop looking for someone I can fuck. I married you to have a warm place to put my dick. So, you can stop trying so hard to be a good wife. You are all I want. A warm body for me to use.”

You visibly flinch at the blow he just threw at you. That hurt. His words cut so deep you are not sure your heart is still beating.

Arranged or not. Your marriage was special to you. You cherished the bond you believed you have with your husband. Now he claims to not even love you.

It takes you a moment to push the tears away and keep the sob down your throat. You clear your throat and put on your best-faked smile.

“Well, then I can stop trying, Steven,” your voice is even, but inside you are dying. “You should’ve told me so much sooner. I wasted so much time on this marriage. What a shame.”

Steve watches you straighten the dress you are wearing. A dream of blue and silk. His favorite color.

You sigh deeply as you look down at your body. “This dress was fucking expensive, and I can’t return it. Maybe I can sell it on eBay or shit,” you shrug. “Some other women will kill for a second-hand designer dress like this.”

He swallows thickly as you kick off your heels and make your way toward the bathroom. “Have fun with your friends and allies. I hope Pepper is not too disappointed I’m not going to be around. We had plans. You know.”

You enter the bathroom and silently close the door. As you sink to the ground and cradle your face in the palms of your hands, Steve leaves the room.

He slams the door shut, and curses.

“How could I be so wrong? He only ever wanted to use me…”

“Hey, where’s your lovely wife?” Sam cocks his head to search the room for you. “Steve? Where is Y/N?”

“At home, where she can’t disturb business. She knows her place now,” your husband bites back. He scrunches up his nose and shrugs as Pepper and the other women gasp audibly.

“Punk don’t tell me that you took Rumlow’s comment to heart,” Bucky sizes his friend up. He frowns as Steve tells his best friend what happened tonight. “He said that you got soft to fuck with you. He was all over Y/N that night. She turned him down, you idiot!”

“Steve, no!” Sam runs one hand down his face, groaning loudly. “You got us in big trouble! My sister will murder you and me…maybe even all of us!”

Sam points at Sarah who already makes her way toward the other women in the room. Pepper’s head snaps toward Tony, and Natasha, well she opens her clutch to get a knife out.

“Oh-fuck! I won’t ever get laid ever again. Natasha will castrate all of us and make it look like an accident if she gets to know what you did,” Bucky almost whines when his wife and partner in crime stalks toward him.

Tony panics as his wife gets the gun she hides in her clutch out. “We are fucked guys,” he hiccups. “It seems like someone messed with Y/N!”

“It was him!” all men point at Steve. They take a step back and pray their wives won’t punish them for the shit Steve pulled. “We didn’t know.”

Clint starts sweating, he swallows audibly as his wife is ready to rip him a new one. “I swear, we didn’t have anything to do with this. Rumlow said that Steve got weaker and softer. He blamed Y/N for it.”

“Brock Rumlow is not one of us,” Natasha snaps at Clint. “What he says or does is of no interest to us. But—” she points her knife at Steve, “this bastard dared to hurt Y/N. So…we will hurt him.”

“Agreed,” Pepper smirks darkly. “Ladies…get him…”

“Do you remember when you married Y/N?” Natasha circles Steve like a lion waiting to pounce on their prey. “Didn’t she look beautiful in her wedding gown? All for you, you moron.”

“Yeah,” he splutters. “You have to understand, a man my stand can’t let a woman rule his life. I need to make sure no one damages my reputation. If not, people will think I'm easy prey. Just like my family and friends.”

“You’re not an easy target because your friends protect you,” Pepper snaps at Steve. “Because all of us are a family we protect each other. We welcomed Y/N into this family, and you hurt our sister.”

“Damn right,” Sarah slaps the back of Sam’s head. “Don’t you have anything to say to your friend, Sammy?”

“Steve…uh…maybe you should go home and fix things with Y/N?” Sam offers. “I bet she’s crying her eyes out right now.”

Tony rolls his eyes and groans loudly. “You’re not helpful at all, Wilson.”

“You may think you and your allies rule this world,” Natasha clicks her tongue. “You are dead wrong.” She sneers as Bucky, Steve, and Tony glare at her.

“We, the women behind all of you make sure no war breaks out. Do you know how often an afternoon tea with one of our enemies’ wives saved your ungrateful asses?”

Natasha slaps the back of Bucky’s head. “Because in the end, you are all just angry children trying to get a new toy. Rumlow’s fiancé will set him straight too. We called her, his mother, and every female family member we could reach.”

“Oh-uh…he’s fucked too,” Bucky chuckles. “At least he will go down with all of us.”

I’m going to experience a dry spell,” Tony sighs deeply. “Again…Thanks, Rogers. Thank you so very much for fucking with your wife.”

“You!” Sarah points at Steve. “You will go home and apologize to Y/N. If she sheds only one more tear because of you, you’re going to lose more than your reputation.”

“BALLS!” Pepper exclaims. “We will cut them off.”

“Along with your dick,” Natasha grunts. “Now, off and you better make things up to her.”

“Darling?” Steve silently tiptoes inside the mansion. He has a huge bouquet of roses in his arms. “Baby doll? Uh-I’m back home. Doll? Y/N?”

He sighs as you don’t run toward him. Usually, you would drop everything and run into his arms to pepper kisses all over his face. Or drop to your knees to get your hands on his dick. Depends on your mood.

“Sir, Mr. Rogers,” Peter, the youngest member of Steve’s organization stutters. “Mrs. Rogers retreated to one of the guest rooms.”

“What?”

“She said that you could have the bedroom and that you can visit her when you feel the need…” Peter’s face turns crimson as he must tell his boss about all the things you told him. “Marriage duties…uh…Sir…please don’t make me say it.”

“Fuck’s sake, Rumlow,” Steve grunts. He pushes the roses into Peter’s hands. “Put them in a vase and bring them to my wife. Tell her to come back to the bedroom.”

“Sir. I think…”

“I don’t pay you to think,” Steve yells now. “She will come back, or I’ll make her come back. It’s up to her.”

“Sir…I think you should…”

“One more word and you can look for a new job.”

Steve storms off. He’s fuming. There he was, believing you lie awake, waiting for him to come home and make things up to you. But no. You moved out of your shared room to be a brat…

“Mrs. Rogers, good morning,” one of the maids' chirps. “Do you want to make breakfast for Mr. Rogers again?” She smiles softly.

In silence, you pass your husband sitting at the kitchen counter without even looking at him.

“No. Someone thinks that I should stop trying to be a good wife. I’ll go for an apple. You can ask Mr. Rogers if he wants breakfast this morning.”

You open the fridge to get a bottle of water. Steve flinches as you slam the door shut. He watches you grab an apple and leave the kitchen before he can even say a single word.

“Sir, do you want breakfast?” the maid meekly asks. She doesn’t know what happened between you and your husband. But she knows it’s better to duck your head and stay out of Steve Rogers’ business.

“No. I’m already fed up,” he grunts and gets up from the stool, knocking it over. “Take the day off. All of you. I need some time with my wife…”

Steve enters the living room, huffing as you pump up the volume. Lily Ellen yells ‘Fuck you’ at him, and he makes a face.

“We need to talk.”

You ignore his presence, even shy away when he sits next to you on the sofa.

“Doll, look at me.”

You don’t look at him. It hurts too damn much to look at the man you believed is an angel when in reality he’s a cruel demon.

“I want to talk to my wife,” he groans as you shut off the TV and get up from the sofa. You don’t speak, or at least look at him.

He’s left behind with fond memories of the last time you watched a movie together. You were seated on his lap and played with his hair.

Steve tried to convince you to watch the movie but you crawled off his lap to open his fly. You got his dick out to play with little Steve while he struggled to focus on the movie.

He closes his eyes, basking in the memory of your pouty lips when you insisted on sucking his dick. Steve gave in. As so often. You only had to bat an eyelash and he caved in.

“Sir, Mr. Rogers," Peter pokes his head inside. He feels his cheeks heat up as Steve cups his crotch. “Do you want me to drive Mrs. Rogers?”

“Drive…what?” Steve realizes what he was doing and drops his hand from his crotch as he stares at Peter. “What are you talking about?”

“She said something about lawyers."

Steve hurriedly steps inside the guest room, watching you undress. “What are you doing? Doll, I tried to talk to you and now you are…”

“What the fuck? Can a woman not change clothes without you creeping on me?” you snap at Steve. “Get out!”

“You love it when I watch you undress.”

“I made you believe I do,” you chuckle darkly. “I’m damn skilled at faking things. Aren't I?" you ask as you glance at Steve. “All these times I pretended you made me cum or turned me on? I should get a fucking Oscar.”

“Doll, don’t go there,” he warns.

“I had to play with my toys before you came home to get wet for you. I never wanted to marry you. And I never had feelings for you.”

Steve knows you are lying. The way you tend to his wounds after a fight, gentle yet determined tells a different story. You always worried about him.

After a particularly hard day, or rather after you tended to a deep gash on his lower back you wouldn’t let him out of sight for a week. You clung to him like you were glued to his hips.

“Why not? All you want from me is a dripping hole, right?” you wrinkle your nose to push the tears away. “I’m nothing to you.”

He steps closer to you and places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m sorry for the stupid things I said. You know that I only tried to protect my reputation.”

“I will go on a short vacation with Pepper, Sarah, Darcy, Natasha, and Okoye. If you need to get off in the meantime, use your hand, Steven. I think you’ll remember how to jerk off by the end of my vacation.”

“Vacation…what?”

He gasps when you shove his hand off your shoulder. “If you would excuse me now, I need to pack a few things for my little getaway…”

Steve watches you storm out of the guest room. He huffs and curses his damn pride. If only he didn’t listen to Brock Rumlow.

“I didn’t have sex for three weeks thanks to you, Steve!” Bucky complains loudly. “Natasha and I do it daily. Now. Nothing. Not even a handjob!”

Tony nods in agreement. “Same.”

“Don’t ask me,” Clint grumbles. “I will never see a boob in my life.”

“Our wives are officially on strike,” Tony buries his face in his hands. “Pepper said they won’t do shit for us, or with us if you don’t make things up to Y/N.”

“Do something, punk! I want to have sex in this decade again!” Bucky threatens. “If not, I’ll make your life living hell!”

“How? She refuses to talk to me, Buck! I tried to apologize, and she decided to go on vacation with your wife and the others. I tried,” Steve replies.

“Try harder then, punk.”

Steve gives his friend a stern look before deciding it’s time to get his wife back. He won’t back down now. “I’ll get my girl back. No matter what!”

“Steven Grant Rogers! Why are you here, in my room covered in blood?” you put your hands on your hips as you drink your husband’s appearance in. “Why are you hurt?”

His tie hangs losely around his neck. Someone ripped his shirt open. Steve’s hair is a mess, and his face had to endure a few punches at least.

“I got into a fight with security at the spa,” he huffs. “They are damn tough for security guards at a spa! I told them I want to see my wife.”

“Well, it’s their job to keep creeps out of here,” you sass. “I see now they did a poor job of keeping you out.”

“I’m not some creep, Y/N.”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and gives you a puppy dog look. “I came here to apologize again. You know I didn’t mean a thing I said that night.”

“You sure about that? Because it sounded like you are damn serious to me that night,” you quip and turn your back on Steve. “Maybe you should file for divorce. A hooker is cheaper than a wife.”

“I was wrong,” he moves toward you. Steve sighs as you shy away again. “One thing wasn’t a lie.”

You sniff, ready for another blow.

“You are all I need," he says as he wraps his arms around your waistline. “I would’ve helped your father a thousand times to get you, doll. You know that. Deep inside your fractured heart, you know that I love you.”

“I’m not sure about it.”

“How about I reassure you that I love you, Y/N?” he offers. “I’ll take a whole month off and we will fly to Paris just like you always wanted.”

“I’ll consider your suggestion,” you won’t give in so easily. Steve hurt you deeply. Even worse. He made you feel unwanted, unloved, and worthless. “For now, all I can offer is to fix the mess you call your face.”

He grins. “That’s a start…”

>> Part 2

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[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

It’s the silence before the snap. It fills the car, the waiting, the held breathe, her reaction to come. Clint scratches the back of his head, the other hand on the wheel. Steve in the backseat with Y/N, who is stock still holding her phone in one hand.

She’s staring at the device; a range of things play on her face. Her jaw works, before pushing her lips together, deadly silent.

“She’s making that face, isn’t she?” Gwen winces on the line.

“Oh yeah.” Steve chuckles.

“Y/N, it’s not a big deal. It’s a rumor. Don’t lose your shit.” Gwen pleads.

Slowly her lips pucker together before she shoves her tongue up and between them.

“She said, what now?” Y/N isn’t asking, she’s demanding. It’s tell her the truth or she goes off halfcocked and not sorry. Not that she’s ever really sorry.

Her face and body are finally looking normal again, except for the few scars she was always going to have after the jumping she got. It’s been a few weeks since the Families stripped CK’s father from the table, burned his business down and threw him out of town. After he tried to have Y/N killed or assaulted. Trying to keep her from marrying Bucky and taking over her father’s position at the head of the table.

Ck’s life came to an end at Bucky’s hand. A fucked-up deal made in the heat of the moment. Of seeing his girl in the hospital, the marks that covered her from head to toe. One fight, between Bucky and CK, whoever won, came out still alive, got Y/N.

Bucky went home to his girl, while his father, Steve’s dad, and Y/N’s father and his right-hand Frank disposed of CK’s body. It was a night scarred into their lives, for a lot of them. The night changed everything, for a lot of them. It left behind ripples, one battle started another war, only this time it might not be for his girl, but his baby sister.

“She said, it’s probably a back alley baby.” Gwen mutters in almost a whisper.

“Because you’re a back alley whore?!” Y/N’s voice gets louder.

The rumor came back around like a bad penny. When the girls showed up at Saints, Y/N, Gwen and Wanda caused a stir. They never fell in line or learned to play nice with others. Specifically not Y/N, she went toe to toe with Amora and Kitty.

It went around that Gwen’s husband, Y/N’s older brother, Peter was pimping out his wife. Like a five dollar back alley pro. It brought The Brother’s to Saint’s and in turn, the Saintz and Brothers teaming up. As well as Y/N and his baby sister Becca, beating the hell out of Amora and Kitty.

“Peter said drop it.” Gwen sighs.

“Tell Peter I said bend over and get fucked.” She snaps back. She looks around as Clint turns on to the road of the school. Coming up on the football field. She grabs the handle and yanks, but it stays closed.

“Sorry Sweets, child locks.” Clint chuckles. Bucky grins, shaking his head.

“Pack Man.” She growls at him.

“Nope.” Clint grins in triumph.

Bucky glances back at his fiancé, she’s rolling the window down. He and Steve exchange a look of confusion. When his eyes cut back, Clint’s slamming on the brakes, she’s half out the window.

“Y/N!” Clint yells.

“Get back in here!” Buck scrambles to get over the seat, but she drops out as the Four Runner comes to an abrupt stop. Her phone on the seat.

“Did she just jump out the damn window!?” Her brothers are yelling on the other line.

“Fucking Chaos.” Steve’s laughing.

She’s already off the road, up the sidewalk and climbing the fence of the field. Bucky double takes when he watches the jet black ponytail bouncing after his girl.

“Did Becca,” he looks around.

“Fucking trouble I tell you.” Howie sighs.

The two drop over the fence in sync.

“Don’t just watch you idiots!” Gwen yells.

Clint throws it in park, Steve’s rolling his window down to open his own door, Buck hurries out.

Peter is out at a slower pace and more than likely on his wife’s orders.

It’s the other one running up on them that he’s glad to see. TC is hopping the fence, in pursuit of the woman he works for.

“Whose idea was it to tell her while we were driving?” TC asks.

“Did you really think she was going to jump out of the fucking car?” Clint asks.

“It’s Chaos.” TC snorts.

“Pain in the ass.” Buck sighs.

“Say it again!”

“She’s terrorizing the cheerleaders.” Steve smirks.

“Really?” Bucky sighs looking over.

“She had it coming.” Peter shrugs.

“School hasn’t started, and she’s beating someone up.” TC points out.

“I thought we had a rule no fighting at school?” Clint huffs.

The rest of them look over at him as if he might be the stupidest one of them all.

“I heard it as I said it.” He grumbles.

TC runs ahead, ready to grab Y/N.

She’s got Sophia, face down in the dirt of the field. Hand in her hair, Becca intimidating the other girls to stay away.

“I said say it again, bitch!” Y/N demands loudly. Sophia’s feet kick, hands clawing at the grass, as his girl shoves her face into the dirt by the grip on her now ruined ponytail.

“Okay, Chaos.” TC grabs her around the waist, hoisting her up and off the girl. “Let go.” He warns her.

“You psycho!” Sophia cries rolling over. It’s Becca who gives her a swift kick in the side.

“Nobody asked for your fucking lip bitch.” Becca sneers. Bucky grabs her arm, pulling her away from the girl.

“If we need it, someone will jiggle their zipper, cunt.” Y/N smirks still trapped in TC’s hold.

“It’s not even nine in the morning, Sugar.” Steve chuckles.

“Who needs coffee to wake up, making mouthy bitches cry is better for the soul, Big Man.” She shrugs, looking smug.

“Weird didn’t you tell Sina in front of half the school you start your mornings differently?” Clint chuckles.

“Thanks for the reminder.” Peter groans. Bucky chuckles softly more to himself.

Y/N is set on her feet a smug smile on her lips as she shrugs.

“Don’t even.” He warns her.

Deep brown eyes turn up at him, he knew her like the back of his hand. She huffs at him, rolling her eyes.

“Back to the car.” Peter orders.

Her head tips and she squints slightly, licking her lips. Foot swinging fast, she cracks Sophia in the knee, as she sits up. She lets out a scream, falling over holding her knee.

Peter’s head drops back. Clint’s head hangs. TC scraps his hands down his face. Steve let’s out a hell of a sigh. Becca looks smug as fuck. Bucky glares at her.

“Did you fuckers learn?” She asks, starting to walk away. She turns back, stepping backwards. “Fuck you and your orders.” A grin on her lips.

“And she wonders why there’s a war, for her.” Peter sighs.

“She doesn’t wonder. She knows.” Becca laughs, skipping after her partner in crime.

“Anyone else scared?” Clint whispers as they follow the two.

“Till we know for sure, scared is a good thing to be.” Bucky admits.

“You mean if they’re coming for either of my sisters?” Peter wonders.

“Yeah, Pete.” He nods.

“Do you think, it’s what a distraction?” Steve glances around.

“Could be. Eddie’s threat to claim Y/N, he never made a move. But we were tangled up in Brock and CK. We don’t know what he’s up too. He was making moves while we weren’t looking.” Peter explains.

“Coming for Becca, it’s Y/N. Look at all she’s done already. And that was someone coming for her. Someone comes for her sister; do we remember what happened when she gave herself up for Gwen?” Peter cuts his eyes between all of them. They each swallow hard and wince.

“It’s another war, boys. We better be ready.” Bucky nods.

Y/N and Becca hop the fence, looking back. She winks at him, before climbing back into Clint’s ride. With a few months till Graduation, hell was only going to keep raining down on them.

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Polyamorous: 8th Anniversary

*Bonus*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem! reader x Bucky Barnes / Stucky x fem! Reader

Warning: language, Fluff, nudity, and smut ( Pegging, dildo)

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"I've never done this before," (Y/n) said nervously " Do you think this is okay?" 

It was their marriage anniversary, eight years. They had the house to themselves. Rose was spending the night with Wanda (actually, she was spending the night with Peter, but her dads didn't need to know that), and Ian was spending the night at Stark's having a good night with Morgan. They had to whole house to themselves to do as they pleased. And they did. 

Getting up for a late breakfast, they made it together. Eating brunch in the garden together. The rest of the afternoon was spent in Steve's art studio, where Steve had the pleasure of painting his husband and wife in the nude, nothing he could hang around the house with kids, obviously, but still beautiful. And that was followed by dinner at a high-class restaurant, an excuse to dress fancy and sexy, the dessert at their favorite family diner. 

Now they were back at home, fancy clothes tossed away as they prepared for their pleasures. Steve was in the bedroom waiting while Bucky and (y/n) were in the bathroom getting ready. 

"We don't have to do this if you don't want," Bucky said as he was kneeling in front of her.

"I'm just worried I won't do it right," (Y/N) confessed. Bucky smiled and kissed her thighs. She gasped as he put one end of the toy inside of her and made sure it was a snug fit.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Standing up, Bucky Kissed her, calming her nerves " Now let's go show him our surprise." 

-

Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, fidgeting with his fingers as he waited patiently for his wife and husband, who had disappeared into the bathroom not long ago. Apparently, they had a surprise for him. 

"hi," Bucky said, cracking open the bathroom door and sticking his head out. 

"Hi," Steve chuckled. 

"so," Bucky stepped out but kept the bathroom door slightly closed, " I remember some time ago we were talking, and you said you wanted to try something new" 

Steve looked at him, confused, but he quickly got answers as he opened the door further to reveal (Y/n) standing there in nothing but a Blue pegging dildo. It was like the breath had been stolen from him. 

"What do you think?" (Y/n) asked as she stroked the dildo. She did a little spin showing him her nakedness, that there was no harness, and that the other end was inside her. Steve didn't say anything, not trusting himself to speak he nodded his head as he looked her up and down. She giggled at his loss for words. 

"Sorry, I may have told her about your dream," Bucky said as he watched her walk up to him.

Steve held his breath as she stood in between his legs. She places his hands on her hips, kisses his forehead, and tilts his head to look at her. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have given this to you much sooner"

"Sorry, I just-" he stops mid-sentence looking down at (Y/n) dildo and" Bucky"

"yes-"

"no, this is Bucky. I'd recognize your dick, and this is exactly your dick," Steve said, pulling at her Dildo (Y/n) whined at the sensation, placing her hands on his shoulders. Bucky comes up behind (Y/n), kissing the back of her neck. 

"I made is specially made."

"You let someone else touch your dick?!"

"No, God no," Bucky shouted (Y/n) quickly came to his defense. 

"We took a class on how to make molds, and then we came home and... made our own mold ... of his penis." 

"This," Bucky said as he reached forward in front of (y/n), stroking the dildo, "is one of many. We'll have another night to play with the rest of those. Right now, we're done talking. Time for fun." 

-

Leaning down, Bucky kissed Steve. He moaned as he kissed him, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Tugging on his hair, Bucky pulled Steve back, biting his lip as he went. Pulling him back, he brought him closer to (Y/n) dildo. They watched as he slowly took it between his lips and down his throat. 

While the dildo felt like Bucky in his mouth, it lacked a few things. It didn't have the same warmth as Bucky, nor did it twitch when he licked the underneath or spill cum into his mouth when he swallowed. But it was okay because the weight in his mouth was still the same, and it still hit the back of his throat in a good way, and Bucky still moaned all the same. 

"Fuck, doesn't he look beautiful" Bucky whispered, and she whimpered as she slowly thrust her hips forward. Bucky reached forward, grabbing at her breast and pulling at her nipples, and kissing along her neck and jaw.

Bucky chuckled as he watched Steve Deepthroat her while stroking himself. Taking a seat next to Steve, he took his cock into his hand and began to kiss along his neck. 

(Y/n) thread her fingers through Steve's hair as she slowly thrust into his mouth, careful of making him gag or bruise his throat. 

Fair to kind in Bucky's option, but this was her first time he wasn't going to instruct her beyond the minimal. If tonight went well, he'd be teaching her how to properly fuck sooner rather than later.

Suddenly Steve puts a hand on her hip, pushing her away, the other hand pushing Bucky away. She pulled back quickly. 

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" she quickly kneeled in front of him and began to check his throat. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steve said, reassuring her, kissing her  " You're amazing. Too amazing. You guys are going to make me cum"

"I thought that was the point," Bucky said as he began Kissing along his neck again he leaned his head back to give him more access. 

"And I thought you wanted to peg me"

"Yes, please," (Y/n) said as she pulled him into a kiss

"You don't have to say please," he chuckled against her lips " Now, do you want me to ride you, or do you want to fuck me? I could go for either or. "

" I... I don't know," she whispered hesitantly, Steve pulled away. He cups her face looking for any doubt or fear. 

"Hey, we can stop"

"no," she said quickly, " I just don't know what to do. I-"

" I think she's confused about how she is to fuck you, Steve," Bucky said "And I don't blame her, You are very intimidating and big. " Bucky kisses his shoulder, trying to calm him down. Turning Steve's head, he kisses him gently, opening his mouth for his tongue. Steve moans against him. 

Bucky slowly pushed Steve down as he kissed him. As Steve lay down, Bucky trailed kisses down his chest and to his waistline, and he slowly removed his boxers all the way. Flinging them across the room, he crawled back up and kissed Steve. Steve sat up on his elbows has he watched Bucky step away from him. 

Standing up, Bucky turned to (Y/n) as she had stepped away to watch them. Pulling her closer and kissing her, he whispered against her lips, "You still want to fuck him?" she nodded against his lips "Use your words"

"I...I want to make love to him " 

He smiled against her lips and kissed her as he pulled her closer to the bed and Steve. He helped her into the bed and in between Steve's legs. 

"how about you show her," Bucky said 

Steve lifted his legs, holding the back of his thighs as he presented himself. (Y/n) held her breath as she saw what he wanted to show her. Nuzzled between his cheeks was a blue jewel. It seemed that (y/n) wasn't the only one Bucky helped prep for tonight. She gently pushed on it, making Steve held his breath. 

"I was wondering where this went," she said as she tugged on it. He moaned slightly. 

"go ahead, pull it out," Bucky encouraged her.

And she does, slowly pulling it out, she and Bucky watch and listen as Steve arches his back and moans out. His cock twitch and starts to leak precum. He reaches for (Y/n), but Bucky stops him grabbing (y/n) and taking his hand instead, putting it back on the back of his thigh and spreading his legs wider. 

"Fuck" Steve cursed as she finally pulled it all the way out. 

Taking it from her, Bucky tosses it across the room to be found later. 

"You ready?" He asked Steve 

"what do you think," he said sarcastically 

"What about you?" he asked (Y/n) she nodded "No, need to hear you say it" 

"yes...I'm ready"

Bucky helps the two get closer together and get into position between his legs. He helped her line her up with Steve's back entrance. Holding her hips, he helped push her forward inside of him Steve gasped and whimpered. (Y/n) watched as his mouth opened up in pleasure, and he let out a whimper. As she fully sheath inside of him, she leaned over him, her hands on his chest. 

" Are you okay?" ( y/n) asked, trying to give him the same treatment they always gave her. 

Reaching forward, Steve pulled her down into a kiss. They both moaned as she pushed in deeper. "You said you'd make love to me"

 "I don't..."

Leaning over the both of them and pushing them chest to chest Bucky kissed Steve before turning to (Y/n). " I said I would teach you" 

Gripping her hips again, Bucky pulled her hips back, leaving on the tip and then pushing her forward inside. Back and forth she went with Bucky leading her hips at a steady pace Steve moaned as he felt her faux cock fucked him slow and good, stroking him deep. Making Love to him just as she said.

"Ah, look at you touching me good." he moaned out breathlessly with one hand as he pulled her closer "M-making love ...all by yourself ".

It was then that (Y/n) noticed that she was indeed doing it all by herself. She hadn't realized when Bucky let her go, but he was now sitting against the headboard boxers long gone, not stroking his cock and watching them. He was already leaking cum  just from watching them. He could not resist such a sight. 

"(y/n)," Steve said before he quickly flipped them over with him on top. She moaned out at the sudden movement and feeling. And she continues to moan out as he grinds down on her she tries to grab onto his hips ( as they usually do with her), but he pins her hands to the bed. 

Bucky watches as Steve bounces and grinds on the toy while pinning (Y/n) down. She moaned out and arched her up into him, the toy pressing down onto her clit. He watches as Steve's pre-cum leaks onto her stomach.

"Fuck"  Steve cursed as he began to slow down, his legs shaking and his cock twitching. (Y/n) saw this and started thrusting up into him, trying to help him reach his end. Was this what Bucky saw? Was this how he felt? It felt so good, and he looked so fucking gorgeous she just wanted to fuck him harder, faster. She wanted to watch him cum like this she wanted to watch him paint her stomach with his cum just as he had done for Bucky many times. She wanted that, she wanted that so bad, she wanted to feel that.

"cum" (y/n) moaned "Cum, fuck, please cum, please cum." 

Slipping her hands out of his grasp, she grabbed onto his hips, holding on as she thrust up into him. He moaned as he began to fist his cock, his other hand pulling at the sheets. Seeing what he was doing, she pushed his hand away and began to fist his cock herself. And That was all he needed. 

"Yes," (Y/n) praised as Steve began to cum on her stomach. "Oh, oh fuck yes" She continued to stroke him until he was empty and whimpering from the overstimulation. 

He then pulled himself off of her and rolled over to the side. 

"That...that was amazing," Steve said breathlessly. Turning to look at (Y/n), he found her licking his cum from her hand, and Bucky was licking cum off her stomach. " Fuck,"  And now he was hard again. 

-

"Why didn't You tell me?"  (Y/n) asked as she lay on his chest, tracing patterns on his skin. 

"I don't know, I just ..." Steve sighed " I didn't know how or when to bring it up. Wasn't avoiding it just didn't know how to talk about it. I really don't know, and I'm sorry"

Steve truly didn't know why he kept quiet, he just did. He could give some excuses, and maybe he could find some truth in them, but he could not confidently say why. Maybe this was a conversation with his therapist. No, he piled enough on her without adding his sex life to the mix. ( (Y/n) would bring it up in marriage counseling later on) 

"Sorry? Don't be sorry"

"If anyone is sorry, I am," Bucky mumbled he was on the other side of Steve, lying on his shoulder, slowly dozing off. " I told her your secret instead of waiting for you to tell her, and I'm sorry." 

Bucky knew it probably should have kept his mouth shut, but he wanted to Steve to experience something new and feel good. At their age and with everything they've been through, it was hard to experience new things. 

"I would have never experienced it if you didn't say anything. We would have never had this amazing night. So thank you"  Steve kissed his forehead. (Y/n) leaned over and kissed Bucky as well.  "Thank both of you"

"Don't thank me . Just doing what I love," (Y/n) said as she kissed him "You"

She and Bucky dissolved into fits of giggles. Steve groaned but did not pull away from their embrace. 

They loved him. 

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hi, this is so random but can you do a story for bucky barnes from marvel? Like something angsty with him and reader being separated and she's a hydra agent but it's kind of just before infinity war. Like she was frozen too because she was a scientist and seen as a threat but also an asset and now she's like 'the new winter soldier' since he escaped hydra and she doesn't remember him, but then she does?

Thank you! 💓💓💓💓💓

thank you for submitting this, this inspired me to open up a marvel category!

I'll always find you, doll.- b.barnes

a/n: this is a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: your mission to get a hard drive from the avengers compound can only go well, right?

pairing: buckybarnes x reader

warnings: general marvel topics, mind control, fighting, hospitals, reader being seen as 'dangerous', general angst.

Everything was so loud. The gunshots, the punches being thrown at you and the ones you were throwing back. You were fighting a teenager in a spider-suit. Somewhere in the back of your head, you knew that was wrong, but you couldn’t even access the memory of your name. Only your orders remained. Get the hard drive.

You had fought your way through Agent Romanoff, Spider-boy, Agent Rhodes, Bird-man, and Bug-man. Next up was Stark and Captain America. The others were either dead or unconscious. 

“You don’t have to do this, let us help you,” the Captain spoke, his shield at the ready. 

“And why would I do that?” You asked, taking your knife from the holster on your waist.

“Because we have Barnes,” Stark cut in. 

“Who the hell is ‘Barnes’?” You spoke, then threw the knife. It hit the Captain before he could dodge and it lodged itself in his arm. He let out a groan of pain and pulled it out, ready to fight again. Stark relied on his suit and attempted blasting you, but you were too quick, jumping out of the way. 

After a long back and forth between you and the two men, Stark got close enough to drug you, and everything went black.

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You woke up in a hospital bed with no recollection on how you got there. You rattled against the chains that held your hands, screaming for anyone. After a few hours of yelling, you realised no one was coming, and your body let itself sleep again.

You woke up again, to someone outside your room. 

“You have to let me see her!” A male voice. 

“No way Barnes,” Stark sighed. “She’s too dangerous like this. You’ll either set her off or make her angry-”

“She knows me,” Barnes shot back, cutting Stark off. 

“Oh, you mean the woman who flat out asked who the hell you were, that woman knows you?” Stark snarled. "we have bigger things to deal with, Thanos is coming!"

You stifled a groan at the throbbing pain in your muscles. You clearly had no medication, no IV, nothing.

“I'm well-aware of our current situation Tony. I'm also aware that some part of her knows me!” Barnes argued. “Just… let me see her, please. Even if she’s asleep. Please Tony, she’s my wife.”

Who the fuck was he talking about? 

Reich, Händler, Kohle, Regel, Atmosphäre, Markieren, Strafverfolgung, Haltung, Überfall, allmählich. 

Rich, dealer, coal, rule, atmosphere, mark, law enforcement, attitude, raid, gradually.

They played in your head like a pulsing mantra. You had never been one for speaking Russian, so you had German words. You hated the people that did this to you. The people that tortured you, the people that wiped your memories, the people that broke you. 

“Bucky, you’re going to end up killing yourself over this, don’t bother with her.”

Bucky. Your Bucky. 

Your Bucky was behind that door. Your husband. The man you loved so dearly before you were taken by Hydra. 

“Buck?!” you shouted, clarity pushing the fog in your brain away. You broke through your chains, the strength of the serum making it easy. “Bucky!” You screamed again, trying to get the door open. 

“Y/N?! Doll?!” He shouted back, opening the door. You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms and legs around his torso in an all-consuming hug. “I thought you were dead,” he whispered into your neck as he hugged you. 

“I thought you’d never find me,” you sobbed into his neck. 

“I’ll always find you, doll,” he promised, holding you tighter. You pulled back a bit, tilting his head so you could kiss him. For the first time in 60 years, you kissed your husband. It felt good. His lips felt the same as they did on your wedding day. Yes, it was a quick wedding in a courthouse in 1942. Yes, most people thought that you were pregnant, or you were using him for army benefits. But none of it was true. You adored each other. You just couldn’t wait. You were so in love with each other.

“I love you,” you grinned against his lips, the kiss tasting of salty tears, though neither of you cared. 

“I love you too.”

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midnight cravings

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Summary: Deciding to take advantage of the fully stocked pantry within the Avengers Compound, you go down there only to realize that Loki has the same idea, and he decides he'd much rather enjoy his little snack with you. And on you.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even try me, i am not the one); fingering; oral (f receiving); improper use of whipped cream; language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers; friends to lovers; hints of mutual pining

You huffed in your bedroom, staring up at the ceiling that was only faintly illuminated by a small crack of light peeking through your blackout curtains. Ever since you'd become a fifth wheel in your friend group, numerous girls nights had been swapped out with double date nights for Wanda and Nat with their respective husbands, Vision and Bucky.

And while you were happy for them, that also left you all alone in the tower with nothing to do on an otherwise fine Friday night -- well, Saturday morning, technically speaking.

"Well maybe if you could just lower your expectation from black hair, a thousand years old, and Asgardian, maybe you could actually pull someone and you'd be able to make it a triple date night. Ever think of that, Y/L/N?" you grumbled to yourself, finally accepting defeat that at least for the next few hours,  you weren't getting any sleep.

You padded over to the front door of your apartment, slipping on your fluffy loafer slippers, and walked out into the compound to make yourself a snack. Just because you weren't currently out with your friends and eating your fill of pasta or chimichangas or whatever cuisine it was that they  ultimately decided on didn't mean that you were gonna let yourself starve through the night.

The sound of metal clinking against ceramic stopped you in your tracks, the notes of the song you were humming carelessly dying on your lips. You were about to turn back around and take your chances at seeing what was still open on Postmates when a voice spoke up.

"You needn't turn away, Y/N. I'm not my brother, I promise you I'm covered enough."

Your shoulders slumped as you let out an inaudible sigh at the sound of Loki's voice. Of course it had to be  him. Probably out for a snack after sending home his latest conquest.

"Now how'd you know it was me?" It took all your strength to resist the urge to buckle your knees when he came into view and you realized that his definition of 'covered enough' was a pair of green sweatpants and nothing else.

"Come on, darling, I'd know your voice anywhere." To the best of your ability, you tried to hide that, like clockwork, his calling you 'darling' sent a rush of wetness pooling between your legs. "I thought you'd joined your friends tonight."

"Oh, uhm… it was more a couples thing, I would've been out of place," you mumbled, trying to focus on taking out one of the fudgesicles out of the freezer instead of the god's current proximity to your body. You popped the frozen treat into your mouth and began to make your way back to your apartment. "Later, Mischief," you mumbled around the treat.

The feel of his hand taking yours stopped you in your tracks. "You know that if you spill even a drop of that onto the floors, Stark's wife will have your head." Dammit, he was right. Pepper had chewed everyone out in the Compound at least once. It was an unspoken Avengers rite of passage at this point. "Join me."

No matter how soft spoken the words were, and uncharacteristically so for the Asgardian, they reached your ears like a command. One you'd be an entire clown to defy. You masked your sigh by taking a bite out of the chocolate-flavored treat, plopping yourself down on one of the bar stools. "What're you doing up anyways?"

His mouth upturned in a smirk at the muffled way your words came out. "I do not require as much rest as you Midgardians seem to need. In truth I'd just woken up."

"Ah, so your current bed buddy's still tuckered out?" You nearly bit your tongue at the sight of his jaw clenching at your question, wishing you had a time machine so you could rewind back a few moments and stop yourself from saying something so stupid.

Hell, rewind back a few minutes and stop yourself from even stepping out of your apartment.

You didn't bother to hide how your breath hitched as he stepped closer to you, his hand reaching up to start twirling a lock of your hair around a wickedly long finger. "I stopped playing the game of 'bed buddies' long ago, dear Y/N. That has been a game only my brother has partaken in as of late, seeing as Barnes has found a sense of home and permanence with the Widow."

Something in the way he said the words felt like a stinging slap across your face. "Are you--jealous? Of Bucky?"

Of course it was Natasha. With how fucking gorgeous she is, this isn't even surprising. Still hurts like a motherfucker, though, you hissed inwardly. You tried to hide your disappointment by taking another bite of the fudgesicle, trying to swirl the frozen morsel around your mouth to induce a brain freeze you knew would never come.

"In part, yes. But not because he'd built a life with Romanoff. Rather because of what he has instead of who he has it with. I could only be so fortunate for the woman I crave to want me in return. To find a semblance of home with me as I do when I'm around her."

"Whoever she is either has horrible taste if she doesn't want you back, or is oblivious as fuck," you thought out loud as you bit off the last of the chocolate flavored treat. The words escaped you before you could even think of filtering them. "Shoot your shot. You never know she might want you back after all and all your worries are for nothing."

You chucked the little popsicle stick in the direction of the trash bin, comically throwing your hands up in the air as you watched it fall into the little receptacle.

"Perhaps you're right," you heard him mumble before he grabbed the back of your neck and held you in place as he leaned in and captured your lips with his in a fevered kiss. Your gasp from the suddenness of his actions giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and glide against your own, feeling your body weaken in his hold as he groaned into your mouth.

All rational thought left your head as you felt his fingers weaving through your hair, his free hand traveling down to the back of your knee, putting the slightest bit of pressure on the sensitive spot and coaxing you to part your legs just enough for him to step in between them. You whimpered against him as he wrapped his arm around you, pressing against you until your hips were flush against each other.

"What if I told you that I craved you, little mortal?" he asked as he kissed a trail down your neck, sucking a bruise into the spot between your neck and shoulder. "That every time our paths would cross, my thoughts are consumed by the image of seeing your lips swollen from my kiss? And I often find myself unable to lay in my own bed without thinking what it would be like to have you there beside me?" He made his way back up to your lips, pressing a soft kiss before pressing his forehead to yours, the bridge of his nose nestled almost perfectly against your own. "What would you say then, darling?"

Your answer came at a nearly inaudible level, finding it difficult to even breathe properly at his admission. "I would say that I feel the same."

There was a fluttering in your stomach as you watched a brilliant smile grace his features before he pressed his lips to yours again, chuckling against you as you let out a muffled yelp  when he tightened his hold on you and lifted you off your seat. Wrapping your legs around him led you both to groan into the kiss, his free hand reaching over to take something from the counter before he broke the kiss. "Open."

He raised a can of whipped cream to your mouth, a devious smirk on his face. You let out a giggle as he aimed the nozzle between your parted lips and placed a large dollop of the cold aerated concoction on your tongue, the sound quickly morphing into a moan as he covered your mouth with his and felt his tongue coaxing the whipped cream into his own mouth.

You didn't even notice that he'd used his seiðr to bring you to his bedroom until he'd laid you down on the silken sheet covered mattress, the god crawling up your body as if you were prey he'd just ensnared. He smirked at the little squeak you made when he knelt above you, his hands grasping at the center of your nightdress and ripping it down the middle, baring you to him.

"Oh, min lille kjære," he murmured, touching his fingers to the soaked fabric of your panties before snapping the sides apart and pulling the rendered scrap of clothing off you, devoid of pause as he stuffed the fabric into the pocket of his sweatpants. Your pulse hammered against the side of your neck as you watched the can of whipped cream materialize in his hand once again. "Lay your head back."

Your view shifted from his face to the ceiling as you followed his command, your pulse quickening in excitement as your head swam with the possibilities of what he could do. You didn't have to wait long, feeling within seconds the cool substance piling up on the base of your throat. The way he let out a sound of appreciation at the sight before him had you thrumming with anticipation, eager to know the feel of his lips on your skin again.

Instead, you felt another mound of the whipped cream piling up between your breasts, and another one just above your navel. "You look worlds better than any delectable little morsel I could have in that pantry, min lille kjære," he murmured before his mouth descended onto your body, licking and sucking the whipped cream he placed on you. "You've spoiled me, dear Y/N."

The sound that escaped you was incoherent, barely even resembling a human let alone yourself, as you tried to ask him to elaborate.

Loki chuckled against your skin, the sound sending a deliciously sinful thrill all throughout your body, down to the tips of your fingers. "You've given me my new favorite way to enjoy dessert, darling." Your legs twitched involuntarily as you felt his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, teasing along your folds and coating the  wickedly long digits in your arousal. "Atop the most sinfully beautiful woman I've encountered across the Nine Realms."

Your moans echoed around the room as he slid his fingers into your slick entrance, curling them upward and making your hips jerk upwards and off the bed. All the while he kept his lips latched onto the skin above your navel, sucking and licking at the spot despite the whipped cream being long gone.

"That's it, sweet girl. You're so wondrously responsive for me, so deliciously wet," he growled, moving his head to close his lips around the stiffened peak of your nipple, eliciting a broken moan of his name from your lips. "Let go, my darling. Let me feel you come apart by my hand." He placed the pad of his thumb on your clit and began to rub against it, mirroring the movements with his tongue against your nipple.

That was all you needed to go over the edge, the pleasure overtaking you as your walls convulsed around his fingers, your legs shaking from the sheer strength of your climax hitting you and setting every last nerve on your body alight.

Your mind was a mess as you watched him withdraw his fingers from you, your heartbeat pulsing violently at the sides of your head as he squirted a mound of whipped cream on his fingers before placing them into his mouth, unabashedly sucking his fingers clean of the mixture of the sweet concoction and your release.

"You taste divine, my precious little mortal," he rasped, chuckling darkly as he watched you squirm under his ardent gaze. "But I think it would taste even better directly from the source."

"Loki…" you whimpered, the raven-haired god smirking as he moved his way down your body, placing your thighs on his broad shoulders before reaching for the can of whipped cream again, shaking the container in a sensually menacing manner. "Mischief, what are you--OH!"

You gasped at the feel of the cold substance escaping the can and making contact with your soaking heat, his name escaping your lips in stuttered pleas and moans the moment you heard the now empty can clatter to the ground and felt his tongue start lapping at the mix of your slick arousal and the sweet aerated cream. He placed his hands on either side of your hips and lifted you off the mattress, preventing you from squirming away from him as he devoured you.

It didn't take long for him to bring you to another orgasm, your hips jerking against his mouth as he eased you down from your high, taking long, slow strokes at your entrance with his tongue, the deliciously sinful sounds from his mouth putting you in a place of complete contentment.

He set your body back down on the bed, giving you a few moments to catch your breath while pressing soft kisses to your stomach, working his way up to your mouth. When your tongues met, you could taste the mix of the sweet whipped cream and your release on his tongue, creating a heady combination that had your mind spiraling in a shameless decadence of it all.

When your breathing began to even out, he began to hook your legs around his waist, pulling you to him with a slight tug and knocking the air out of your lungs again. You whined his name as you tried to raise your head to look at him, earning you a low chuckle from him. "Oh, min elskede," he cooed at you, thumbs lightly stroking the tops of your thighs. "Did you truly think I was even anywhere near finished with you for tonight?"

A/N: Aaaaa when I tell y'all that this is one of the stories that had me staring at the wall for a few minutes after thinking of some of the sequences that went down for it 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I can't believe that in a few short days, this project will officially be done for me 😳 I hope y'all have liked the filth so far because there's still 3 days left and we still have 2 Loki stories and 1 lusty vicar story to get through 🥵

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[delicatebarness]

Prologue Season

Okay, so here is what’s inside my head at the moment. All ideas are pretty fleshed out thanks to my baby @lanabuckybarnes who listens and rambles with me when I’m feral 🤭 but these are the fics that will be apart of Prologue Season… let me know what you think

bridges to burn

Bodyguard/Babysitter!Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

FuckBuddy!Johnny Storm x Stark!Reader

Prologue is already posted.

the Red Rooms

BrothelOwner!Bucky Barnes x LittlePup!Reader

BrothelOwner!Steve Rogers x LittlePup!Reade

Tiny bits of Natasha Romanoff x LittlePup!Reader - mostly just Natasha helping Reader learn.

caught in the storm

Husband!Pete Brenner x Wife!Reader

He’s a piece of shit husband/father and she’s a stay at home mom 🥺

untitled Jake Jensen fic

Jake Jensen x NiecesTeacher!Reader

Jensen’s a little perv but she loves it.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

I loooooove cats, so my request is for tony and fem reader, they live together (just dating, engaged or married, you decide) and reader is dropping hints that she wants a baby cat and tony pretends that he's not listening, one day he arrive home with a cute baby ginger cat with beautiful green eyes and she's so so so so so happy. She named him tony jr. (of course tony loved the name) and lots of cuddles with tony and their new baby cat please ❤️🐈

Making a new friend

PAIRING | Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.5K

SUMMARY | You've been dropping hints about adding a little feline friend to your family for a long time, but when it seems Tony doesn't pick up on your hints, you drop the subject altogether. That is until he suddenly shows up with a little ginger cat, just like the one you have told him about all this time.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Tony seemingly can't take a hint, tooth-rottingly sweet fluff at the end, implied smut (implied oral F&M receiving), light swearing.

A/N | When I read your request I couldn't stop thinking about puss in boots, so that's exactly what I envisioned the little fella to look like! I hope you enjoy this tooth rotting amount of fluff! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷

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You, Tony, and all the other Avengers are holding a little afterparty after one of his parties, and you're situated in Tony's lap. ''You know what I think would make our life even better? A ginger cat! They're so adorable and-'' is all you can say before Tony captures your lips with his.

He has heard you talk about that very same cat a million times by now, and he has definitely gotten the hint, but he's just waiting for the right time to surprise you with one.

''Hey!'' you say as you playfully slap his chest because he cut you off mid-sentence.

''What? Am I not allowed to kiss my beautiful wife anymore?'' he says, with a slight offense in his tone.

''Well... you can..., but it's not nice to cut me off mid-sentence,'' you say with a slight pout.

''I'm sorry, Pumpkin, I'll make sure it won't happen again,'' he tells you, and he seals his promise with another kiss which makes you melt into his embrace.

When you pull back, you turn to face Bucky, looking at him with a deadly serious face. ''Bucky? Can I please cuddle with Alpine? Because Tony won't give me a cat - which I think is very unfair!'' you say with a glare as you turn back to Tony.

''Alright, doll. I'll just get her real quick, so please stay where you are so you can cuddle her,'' he says before getting up with a huge smile.

''See? Bucky will let me cuddle with Alpine. But I still don't understand why I can't have my cat, and he does. You're married to me, not him!'' you tell Tony, who is trying his hardest not to laugh.

''For starters, he tried to kill me, and you haven't yet, so that's a good reason I didn't marry him. And secondly, I fell in love with you, Pumpkin, so, of course, I'm married to you,'' he tells you, and you calm a little at those words.

''Okay-'' is all you say before you hear the signature purr of little Miss Alpine.

''Alpine!'' you say, and you jump up, forgetting all about Tony's words.

You take the white fur ball from Bucky's arms and immediately snuggle your face into her. ''Hello, little one; I missed you so much!''

''You should really get her-''

''Shut it, Wilson. Don't give her any more ideas,'' Tony snaps, but you're too busy to notice it, all your attention going to Alpine right now. And if that wasn't enough, you're too drunk to remember this conversation the next day, regardless.

''Good morning, sleepy head,'' Tony whispers in your ear, and you groan.

''How much did I have to drink last night?'' you ask, remembering nothing from the party.

''Enough to be funny, but not enough to be completely blacked out,'' he says as he helps you sit up, the room around you still dark. He hands you a water bottle and some aspirin to help with your pounding headache.

''Please don't tell me I did something embarrassing...'' you sigh before taking it and chugging almost the entire bottle.

''No, you just cuddled with Alpine, is all,'' he says with an adoring smile.

''Oh, speaking of her, when are you finally getting me a cat? I really want one, and I don't think it's fair you let Bucky have her, but I, your actual wife, who you promised to love forever and always, can't have one. Unfair,'' you say as you cross your arms with a slight pout.

''If you don't stop that right now, you will never get one. I had half a mind to get you one soon, but now you're not getting one,'' Tony says.

''You were getting me a cat?!'' you say, and your hangover is completely forgotten as you look at Tony.

''Not anymore,'' he shrugs and gets up from the bed, but you quickly grab his hand, not seeing the smile forming on Tony's lips.

''I'm so sorry; I didn't mean it like that. It's just that I've wanted one for so long...'' you sigh, softly holding his hands as tears form in your eyes.

''How about this, we just pause this conversation for now, and if you're a good girl for me, I will get you something else you really want? And no, not a cat. I'm not ready for that kind of commitment,'' Tony quickly adds.

''Okay, but only if you shower with me and let me suck you off this time. You went down on me last time, so now it's my turn again,'' you say with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

''Deal!'' he says, picking you up and running to the shower with you in his arms as you shriek.

A few months passed, and here you are, still without a cat and still sad about it.

You're in the living room with your book, and Bucky walks in with Alpine in his arms, but when he sees you sitting there, he knows you could use some kitty cuddles.

''I just don't think it's fair...'' you sigh as you scratch Alpine between her ears. She decided that your lap was the perfect place to nap, and you weren't one to complain.

''Maybe Tony just wants to surprise you, doll. Wouldn't be the first time he goes all out for you,'' he says as a reminder of your wedding.

''You're right. But thank you for letting me cuddle with Alpine for now; I'm glad she loves me as much as she does,'' you say with a small smile as she purrs at you.

''No problem, doll. I'm just glad someone finally took the little shit off my hands; she's been keeping me awake all night,'' Bucky sighs.

''Honestly, I need to drop it and accept that I just have to cuddle with him and Miss Alpine over here,'' you say, knowing that letting it go is the best option right now.

But Bucky is right because Tony is planning a surprise, and it just so happens that your birthday is right around the corner, too.

The morning of your birthday is here, and you got woken up in the perfect way by Tony.

His first birthday present would be a couple of orgasms, and he couldn't wait to start. He crawls under the comforter, and it's a good thing you have a habit of sleeping naked.

He woke you up by eating you out first thing in the morning, and you jolt awake with a gasp as you feel his teeth nibbling between your legs, his tongue teasing you before you cum all over his face.

''S-shit, Tony! Yes!'' you scream out as the orgasm washes over you.

When he's done, he crawls back up for a deep kiss.

''Happy birthday, Pumpkin,'' he says with his deep morning voice, and you immediately melt into his embrace.

''Thank you so much, Babe,'' and you let yourself melt into his arms, the two of you cuddling for a little while before your stomach protests and rumbles loudly.

''Time for breakfast!'' he says, picking you up, and he walks out of the bedroom.

''Tony, no! Let me put on some clothes first!'' you say, and you wiggle out of his grasp.

You run back into the bedroom, where you pick out some lacy panties and one of Tony's shirts which is way too big for you, but they're very comfortable.

When you're changed, you walk towards the kitchen with a bit of extra sway in your hips as Tony follows you, practically salivating at the sight.

''Jesus, Pumpkin, you're going to be the death of me,'' he says in your ear as he pulls you closer.

You keep walking with Tony plastered to your back, and when you walk past the living room, you see a lot of decorations, presents, and, of course, all of the Avengers standing there.

''HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'' They all say in unison, and you don't notice Tony walking away to get your present.

Everyone gives you a big hug and extra birthday wishes before you turn around, finally noticing Tony is gone.

''Wait, where is-'' but before you can finish your sentence, you see Tony with the cutest little thing you have ever seen in his arms.

''Happy birthday, Pumpkin,'' he says softly as he walks over to you with a small orange cat in his hands, big green eyes looking up at you as he tries to meow.

''Please tell me I can keep him?'' you say as tears well up in your eyes. This is by far the best birthday you've ever had.

''He's all yours, Pumpkin. So, what will his name be?'' Tony asks.

''Tony Jr., of course!'' you tell him, and everyone laughs at the name.

''Perfect!'' is all he says before he softly kisses you, and you take the cat from his arms.

The rest of the day is spent with Tony Jr. on the couch as you slowly get to know each other, and you've fallen head over heels for the little fur ball.

''Happy birthday to me,'' you whisper, and the smile on your face isn't moving anywhere for the foreseeable future.

[iamleesi]

THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: The girl finally wakes up but the brothers are acting suspicious and you don’t like it one bit

Warnings: Mention of captivity, mention of Hydra (if that’s a warning?), mention of experiments and a tiny bit of sad Bucky.

Other: English isn’t my first language bla bla I think you already know. Also mention of my girl Chip the spoiled leopard, if you know you know.

-> Masterlist

-> Part eleven ; Part thirteen

-> Mother of the year (12)

“Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, just bought a new mansion somewhere in Italy. Here are the pictures the billionaire allowed us to take.” The TV anchor announced, displaying images of a super villa with a giant pool that Stark had apparently bought. That fucker was out there living his best life while the boss was probably in Hydra’s hands. For a moment you swore you wanted to reach his level of nonchalance.

You sat on the couch eating ice cream, having nothing better do to than watch the news. Nothing exciting if not for some reporters who concentrated more over what Steve Roger’s daily routine was rather that the actual important things.

Bucky was out on his usual morning run about two hours ago, he had offered you to join him and that warmed your heart since it was the first time he proposed to do something together for the first time ever since you met him. Truth was, you weren’t really the most athletic person around; your stamina was great, yes, it was your brain that was lazy.

It was still early in the morning, and Sam and Dean hadn’t answered their phones yet. Not even with a text. Their car was still parked outside, as you had noticed when you looked out of the window earlier. You might have thought they were dead if not for their usual morning screaming match that the whole neighborhood could hear. You considered going over to their place to see if Cassandra had woken up - it would be strange if she hadn’t - but you opted not to. If they had something important to share, they’d show up.

Your curiosity piqued when you heard voices from outside, and specifically it was a girl’s laugh that made your frown since it sounded like it came from your lawn. You tossed the ice cream box aside and walked over to the door, swinging it open.

Bucky was already back from his morning run, and there was a girl you recalled as Dalia right beside him. Both of them were wearing jog clothes, which made you assume they spent the last couple of hours together. Or, at least, some time considering the too friendly way she was clinging to him.

He was telling her something that made her laugh loudly and nudge his arm playfully, and you bit your inner cheek at the sight. The man didn’t even seem bothered by the touch or her presence, so much for someone who was usually as social as a rock.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching the both of them like a hawk - or more like an old, noisy woman. It wasn’t jealousy, though, of course it wasn’t; you had absolutely nothing to be jealous of considering that technically you and Bucky weren’t even friends. But something deep inside you boiled at the view, a strange feeling you tried to ignore.

“Bye, Harry!” Dalia said, using the fake name Bucky was using for the mission, smiling brightly at your supposed-to-be husband as she waved and walked away, back to her mother’s house. She even winked at him as she left despite noticing your presence, and she knew you were his wife. What a beautiful way to start the day.

Bucky’s smile vanished as soon as he turned around in your direction, ready to head back inside. He raised a questioning brow when he saw your expression. “What?”

“I didn’t know you were this funny, Harry.” You remarked, as you crossed your arms under your chest.

He stopped on the porch steps, sighing loudly. “It’s part of the job.” He said, walking past you inside the house. “We need to stay in character.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him inside, closing the door behind you. “Right. So if I get too cozy with her brother it’s not okay, if you flirt and make her laugh it’s part of the job?”

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. “Two completely different situations. Plus I wasn’t flirting, what I was saying wasn’t even funny. And it’s not like I could push her away, we have to blend in. Remember?”

You crossed your arms tighter, leaning now against the kitchen counter. “I get that, just remember who you’re married to.”

He raised an eyebrow as he walked towards the fridge to get some eggs, a grin making its way on his face. “Are you getting possessive? Because I have to admit, it’s kind of cute.”

You scoffed at that. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not the type to get possessive over anyone. All I want is for this mission to not be compromised because you can’t keep it in your pants. But you do you, I guess.” You raised your hands in surrender. It wasn’t a lie, Bucky getting involved with someone else outside the case could cause too many problems.

Like that one time Pietro almost blew up the whole mission by ruining a woman’a marriage, prompting her soon-to-be-ex-husband to try and kill him… and that wasn’t even the first time something like that happened. Pietro wasn’t exactly known for his professionalism, and not even his speed could save him from bullets. But thankfully he didn’t become a colander.

“Believe it or not, I’m great at keeping it in my pants and I have no intention of getting involved with anyone.” Bucky chuckled, walking over to the cabinets to grab a bowl. “Now, do you want breakfast or was that ice cream you left melting on the couch enough?”

You have him an ironic smile as you went back into the living room to retrieve the box of that delicious ice cream. “What are you even cooking? The fridge is empty.”

“Eggs… it was the only thing in there.” He replied, as you tossed the food back into the freezer. “We need to buy groceries between a murder and another, Emma. We can’t live off of junk food forever.”

“Nah.” You shook your head, waving a hand dismissively. “Speak for yourself; I’m perfectly fine with this arrangement.”

He let out an annoyed sound, choosing to simply drop the conversation rather than try to convince you otherwise because he knew it was most likely impossible.

As you settled back on the couch, Bucky busied himself in the kitchen. The sound of eggs sizzling in the pan filled the air as you watched a documentary about a leopard that couldn’t hunt for her life, and you couldn’t help but feel completely at ease despite all the shit you found recently. Perhaps it was your philosophy of ignoring problems until they disappeared.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You called out, raising your voice just enough for him to properly hear from the kitchen.

Bucky glanced over his shoulder, shrugging even though you could not see him. “We should check on Sam and Dean. They’ve been acting weird ever since we left Malcom’s house, usually they’d be here already at this hour. Also, we need to see if Cassandra is awake, she could solve all of our problems if she stopped playing dead for a second.”

“True. Poor girl’s probably traumatized, though. I usually sleep too to avoid facing my problems.” You said, pulling your legs up onto the small coffee table. “Remember we need to go to Mrs Miller’s twin sister, as we agreed yesterday. Did you think of asking Dalia about her while you were, you know, flirting?” You asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm just for the fun of pissing him off.

Bucky grunted, clearly irritated by you bringing up the subject again. “I wasn’t flirting and no, I didn’t.”

You saw him walking back into the living room, carrying two plates of scrambled eggs - you frowned in confusion at the view. Not that you minded, the opposite; still, it was weird having this sort of normality with someone like him. He placed one plate on your lap, along with a fork, and he sat beside you.

“Oh, we’re already having breakfast together now? Things are moving fast, what’s next? A fancy dinner?”

“I hate you.”

Your banter was interrupted by an aggressive knock on the door, as if someone was in a rush. Your immediate thought was that it might be one of the Winchesters, perhaps with news about the girl. Or, maybe, they had finally come to their senses and remembered the four of you were working together, since they have been MIA for the whole previous day.

Sharing a glance with Bucky, you could tell he was thinking along the same lines. Rising from the couch, you moved to open the door. “Dean, I swear to fuck-” Your words died in your mouth as the door swung open, revealing Cassandra on the other side.

She was visibly trembling, her eye makeup smudged from tears all over her cheeks. Still dressed in the same dirty clothes you had found her in, she clung to you almost immediately after the door opened.

“I was kidnapped, please let me in.” She pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please, let me in. Four men kept me locked in a room for a day.” She cried out.

Bucky was at your side in less than a second as soon as he realized what was happening, reacting faster than you as he shoved you both back inside before anyone in the neighborhood could hear. If they called the police you could have gotten in trouble, Avengers or not.

Cassandra lay on the floor, tears streaming down her face, while you and Bucky exchanged bewildered glances, each lost in thought on how to proceed from there and time seemed to stay still. With a heavy sigh, you ran a hand over your face before kneeling in front of her, Bucky’s gaze hovering over you. He was clearly pissed, as you had noticed, probably at Sam and Dean for leaving Cassandra unattended or, even worse, locked away alone.

It was nothing but a miracle that Cassandra had found her way to your door and not anyone else’s or that would have been a catastrophic failure since this girl was the last hope you had.

“Cassandra?” You began, you voice as gentle as you could muster. “My name is Emma, and this is my friend Bucky. We’re Avengers, you’re safe here.”

At the mention of the team, Cassandra’s lower lip quivered and she instinctively moved closer to you seeking refuge. There was fear in her eyes as she clutched your wrist tightly with her cold, shaky hand, her vulnerability palpable in the air. “Avengers?” She repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze darting between you and Bucky.

You nodded reassuringly, maintaining your soothing tone as you confirmed your words. “Yes, Avengers.”

The tremor in her grip eased slightly as she visibly relaxed, but it wasn’t enough for her to stop trembling.

Cassandra moved her brown eyes from you to him, studying his features briefly before the color drained from her face. “The Winter Soldier.” She gasped, as if she had just seen a ghost. “He’s- he’s with them- he’s with Hydra. I don’t want to go back there, please don’t hurt us.” She rambled, trying to pull you away from Bucky despite still being on the floor. “He’s a murderer.”

You unfortunately didn’t miss the flash of hurt that crossed Bucky’s face before he immediately masked it with a neutral expression and stood up. “Take care of her until she’s feeling better. Call me when she calms down.” He said, his voice empty of any emotion, as he made his way out of the house.

“Bucky, wait-” But your words lingered in the air as he shut the door behind him.

You inhaled deeply as the house fell silent, feeling Cassandra’s wary eyes on you. You couldn’t blame her for being frightened, given what they must have told her or did to her wherever she was kept - it was a natural response.

Setting aside what she had said to Bucky, you mentally noted to talk with him later. Holding her hand, you tried to comfort her through the touch. “Come with me, it’s okay.” You said gently, helping her up from the ground.

She glanced around, likely searching for any other potential threats, and relaxing when she realized you two were left alone. “Thank you.” She mumbled, her voice still hoarse. “Why was he here?”

“Bucky? Well, he’s a good guy and he was helping me find you.” You explained.

She vigorously shook her head, disagreeing with your explanation. “He’s an assassin. Do you know how many people he killed? Hydra wants him back so he can continue the job, they didn’t talk about anything else… he’s dangerous, and he will bring me back there. I don’t wanna go.” She pleaded again, her voice trembled as tears threatened to escape once more.

“No one is going to take you back there, alright?” You reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her forearm sensing that physical touch brought her solace. “You’re safe here, with us. Go sit on the couch, okay?” You offered her a smile, which she returned as she obeyed your instruction.

While she made her way to the couch, you hurried over to the windows to close the curtains, ensuring that no one saw her there before joining her. You noticed the red marks on her wrists from the rope Malcom had used to tie her up, and you knew from experience how much they must be burning. However, you had nothing to treat her wounds with, so you didn’t offer.

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked.

She shook her head. “No. I want my mum.” She said, nervously passing both her hands over her dirty jeans.

You forced a smile at her request, unable to tell her the truth about her mother’s absence. “What’s the last thing you remember, Cassandra?” You inquired.

She blinked a few times, taken aback by the sudden question. “Please, call me Cassie.” She requested before continuing. “I remember a dark place. The trunk of a car, Malcom’s car. He put me in there when he heard two people breaking into his house… he locked me up and ran away, and then I woke up in a room inside those four men’s house.” She explained, her breath shaking with each word.

“The people next door are friends of mine.” You informed her. “We brought you here after I found you in that car.”

She frowned. “They kept me inside for a day, I woke up hours ago.” She told you, her voice trembling.

You clenched your jaw at the realization. You had trusted Sam and Dean with her safety, only to discover they left her completely alone, scared, and traumatized while they argued amongst themselves. Fighting to keep your raising anger in check, you spoke softly. “They’re… not exactly the best at… listen, it was my mistake for trusting them with you, I’m sorry. Did they hurt you?”

“No, they didn’t.” She confirmed, much to your relief. “But they didn’t allow me to leave. I had to use the bedsheets to escape from the window.”

You sighed, nodding. “You said four men? Not two?” You asked, suddenly remembering that detail.

“Four men and a woman.” She confirmed. “I heard them through the door. They were talking about strange things, dead bodies… demons.” She scratched her forehead, her lower lip trembling once more. “I just want to go home. Did you call the police? They must have been searching for me.”

“I know you want to go home, and you will in time. But, Cassie, you’ve been kidnapped by Hydra. You know that, right? The police… they’re useless.” You explained, trying to maintain a comforting tone.

She nodded, understanding the gravity of your words. Traumatized, yes, but not an idiot, she was still able to piece things together. “I know.” She said, her voice barely udibile. “He hurt her, didn’t he?”

You remained silent, trying to grasp what she was referring to. “Who?”

“My father.” She answered. “He hurt my mother, didn’t he? He said he would if she kept interfering with the atrocities he was doing with Mrs White.”

Your heart stopped at the mention of her name, and you felt your entire body go numb. It had been a long time since you heard that name uttered by someone who likely knew her, and you despised the grip she still had on you. Especially now, with the confirmation that she was still live.

Your hands trembled, but you clenched them together tightly, hiding them between your knees to conceal your weakness. “Mrs White? What’s-” You cleared your throat, trying to dispel the knot that prevented you from speaking clearly. “How do you know about her?” It felt like a stupid question, but your mind was suddenly clouded.

Cassandra looked away at that, her gaze distant. “I was left on my mom’s doorstep by my biological mother when my father cheated. I always knew I was adopted, she never hid that from me and still raised me as hers.” She explained referring to Mrs Miller, passing a hand over her lower lip before continuing. “I always wondered who my biological parents were, and when Dad came back into our lives I was enthusiastic - I couldn’t hate him, and believe me I tried. Even knowing how much pain he put my mom through… he was still my father, you know?”

“Of course.” You replied, though your own experience with fathers was nonexistent. However, that wasn’t the time to bring it up.

“And so, Mom took him back and we started to build a relationship from scratch. He took me to dance practice and was even there for my 18th birthday. It was as if we had never spent almost twenty years apart. Until one day, I found out he was texting the person who gave birth to me.” She continued, a hint of anger flashing across her features simply at the thought of this person.

She was telling you nothing more that a detailed version of what you already knew, but you were curious to see where this conversation was headed.

“I found out completely by accident, and when I asked who it was he didn’t even hide it from me. I didn’t want him to hurt my mother again, and… and I told him to stop texting her. I told him he had to leave her in the past. I mean, I did want to know who she was, desperately, but I knew my mom would be devastated. So, I just opted to forget about her but my father had other ideas. I started to dig into his past life, and I found out everything about Mrs White. I found out about Hydra and the experiments they did to people.” She explained, a tear rolling down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away. “I can’t believe my mother would agree to ever do things like that. What kind of monster is capable of such things?”

“Cassie, what does your mother have anything to do with Hydra?” You asked, frowning.

Her eyes met yours as she spoke. “Mrs White is my mother. My biological mother and nothing more.”

Time seemed to stand still. Her features were too familiar now that you were seeing her up close, but never in a million years would you have thought that was the reason why. The person in front of you was the daughter of the woman that had ruined your life, and instinctively, your body jerked aside to put some distance between you. You didn’t mean to do it, but you did nothing to fix it even when you saw the confusion in her eyes.

“How do you know about Mrs White?” She asked and it was your turn to look away.

You weren’t used to this rush of emotions coming out all at once, and you found it hard to maintain a stoic face as the main subject of the conversation was the woman who had made you kill people for a living ever since you were born.

“Long story.” You just answered, unable to utter anything else.

“I’m sorry.” She said sincerely, taking your hand in hers.

You looked down at her hand, but the gesture did nothing to comfort you. In that moment, hardly anything could. “William Barlow mentioned you found out she had another daughter. What can you tell me about her?”

Cassie seemed taken aback by what you said but quickly composed herself. “I didn’t know Will knew about it.” She confessed. “But he is right. Ella White abandoned me while she apparently took care of this other daughter of hers, my half sister, while I’ve been wondering what I did wrong to be left on a doorstep.” She let out a dry chuckle and spat out her mother’s name as if it were venom.

“Do you know who this girl is?”

She nodded. “I do. Turns out she abandoned her too at some point. Apparently, old habits die hard. She has a good life now.” She said with a sad smile. “But at least she got to know her.”

“Not that it was a great pleasure if you ask me.” You couldn’t help but spit out.

“No, it wasn’t.” She chuckled sadly.

You nodded at her words, your mind flooded with thoughts about the woman who would haunt you for the rest of your life. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that, not when you had someone to take care of. It was the least you could do.

“Do you want to take a shower? Relax a bit?” You offered, squeezing her hand that was still in yours.

“Yes, I’d like that.” She replied.

“Great.”

While Cassie took a well deserved shower, you decided to find Bucky - wherever he had gone off to. Once the girl locked the bathroom door, you made your way downstairs finally having a moment to think properly. And, truth be said, your thoughts were anything but kind; Dean and Sam Winchester would be begging for their lives in the next couple of minutes.

Maybe that was a bit dramatic, but they had managed to rub you the wrong way. How could anyone be so inconsiderate as to leave a girl who had been kidnapped alone?

As you opened the front door, your face almost collided with someone’s chest. You looked up slightly and saw Dean standing there, his hand raised as if about to knock, nervously smiling at you. Sam stood a few feet behind him, and while he clearly looked pissed, his expression was more like that of a kicked puppy.

“Sweetheart.” Dean began lightly, spreading his arms as if to greet you. “You look good, did you do something to your hair?”

You would have stabbed him if you had a knife in your hands, but it wasn’t your lucky day. “Cut the bullshit.” You snapped.

Dean’s smile faltered, and he glanced over his shoulder at his brother, who made a face that clearly said ‘deal with it’. Dean turned back to you, attempting to regain his composure.

“Can I come in, maybe?” He asked, gesturing inside.

In response, you leaned against the doorframe as to block his way, tilting your head to the side. You weren’t going to entertain his nonsense, he needed to give you an explanation and you weren’t in the mood to play along.

“You better start talking now, Dean, because this isn’t something to joke about.” You warned him.

His shoulders slumped, knowing his intentions of keeping Cassandra’s escape a secret were now in the toilet. His smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression; he looked down at his feet for a moment, before his green eyes found yours again.

“Is she okay?” He asked, assuming that Cassandra must have been found by you given how angry you were. And he didn’t think you were overreacting, it was only fair.

You scoffed. “Now you care? She came in here sobbing, Dean, and thanks to whoever the fuck is up there that she came here and didn’t go around alarming the whole neighborhood! What did you have in mind?! Play Malcom two point zero?!” Your tone was sharp, even if you weren’t outright yelling.

“Of course not!” He denied, clearly and truly offended by your insinuation. “I should have handled it better, alright? I know that. But I was busy trying to to find out more about the patient Cassandra was treating, and I found something interesting.”

“I don’t give a shit about what you found; she was your priority!” You shot back. Although you knew that whatever he found was probably important, but you could bring yourself to care. “And who were you with? You’re not supposed to involve anyone else, did you forget that?”

For a moment, you saw surprise flicker across his face, like a deer caught in headlights. Maybe you weren’t supposed to know that given the look he gave you, but he quickly composed himself. “That’s my business.” He said a little too defensively. “And I have everything under control.”

“Where are you going? I’m not done.” You said the moment he turned around and grabbed his brother by the forearm just to stark walking back to his damn car. “Dean?!”

You stood there, dumbfounded by what had just happened. In the short time you’d known him, you’d never seen Dean this dismissive and it made you question whether Fury had made a mistake by choosing them for this mission. It was clear the Winchester brothers preferred to work alone together and weren’t used to be a part of a team.

And if you weren’t so blinded by anger, you might have noticed a third, unknown man wearing a beige trench coat in the backseat of their car as they drove away.

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[accihoe]

Case Study 1

Pairing: detective!Bucky x doctor!reader

Summary: Prologue of how the geneticist and the detective met.

Warnings: Angst (in chapters to come)

A/u: 80s (Starts off in late 70s)

A/n: Howdy. Same drill; PLEASE DON'T STEAL MY WORK. God bless.

xxx

August 31, 1979

"Barnes." Stark acknowledges as he walks into the detective's office. "Stark." James says, removing his glasses and laying them on his brown desk. "Here are the evidence forms. We contacted Doctor Banner, but he's caught up in something. So, in place, he's sending his brightest intern." Tony states, sitting on the desk. "An intern?" James sighs, rubbing his cheeks. "Apparently she's good." Tony shrugs, lighting his cigar. "No smokin' in here. Ma complains about the smell." James waves away the smoke. Tony rolls his eyes and walks to the door. "You two start Monday, September 3rd." With that, Tony leaves.

September 3rd, 1979

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor, I'm detective Steven Rogers." Bucky hears Steve as he walks into the building. "The pleasure is all mine, detective. I'm Doctor Y/N Y/L/N." Y/N smiles warmly, shaking Steve's hand. "Doctor? I thought you were a novice." James states as he walks in, and Steve shakes his head with a quiet sigh. "I'm a Probationer, actually. Mr Barnes Junior." Y/N states. "Is that so?" James asks, lighting his cigar. "Indeed. However I lean more towards the science in genetics than medical practice." She says. "Very well. Well now that we've passed the introduction phase let's get to the case, shall we?" Barnes changes the subject. "Yes of course." Y/N smiles. James feels his heart jolt at her warm smile, so he returns it.

September 21st, 1979

"You're aware that the case ended like a week ago, right?" Sam Wilson asks, slipping his coat over his shoulders. "Oh we're very aware. Doctor Y/L/N is just helping me uncover more family schemes and suspect. Because she's a genius and all." Barnes shrugs. "Right. And that's why she's sitting on your desk." Sam says as he leans against his colleague's doorframe. "Goodnight Sam. Take care." Y/N smiles and singsongs. Sam sighs and shakes his head as he leaves, and once his back is turned to them he allows the smile to take over his face.

November 16th, 1979

"Buck, can I ask you something?" Y/N looks over at James, tucking a strand of overgrown hair behind his ear. "Ask away, doc." He smiles, looking down at the filed paperwork on his lap. "How would you like to meet my family?" She hums, twirling his hair between her fingertips. "Isn't it a bit soon, dollface?" He asks, finally looking at her. "I don't think so. For all they know we could've been together since September 3rd." She states calmy. Bucky smiles at his girl, taking her hand into his. "They're going to swoon over you. Trust me. Just brace yourself for questions. They have loads of them. About anything and everything." She says. James laughs, tilting his head to the side. "I can't wait to meet them. When and where do we go?" Bucky is quick to shift closer, intrigued and excited.

They shared their first kiss over New Year's. And, 4 months later, Y/N had a shimmering engagement ring adorning her left hand.

September 3rd, 1980

"And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The pastor asks. "I do." James smiles, more sure about his answer than he's ever been. "And do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take James Buchanan Barnes to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The pastor asks. Y/N sucks in a breath of excitement as she looks at all the seated and waiting guests, and then to her almost husband, his beautiful baby blues shining with the utmost love and adoration, "I do.". "You may now kiss the bride." The pastor announces. The crowd cheers and applauds as James dips his wife and kisses her.

"This is so bananas that on this very day, a year ago, we met for the first time. And now we're married." Y/N says dreamily as her husband kisses her knuckles as they sit at the bride and groom table. "Yeah, love acts in mysterious ways." He agrees, feeling himself get physically lost inside her eyes. "I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Barnes." He smiles, eyes scanning over her breath-taking features. "And I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." She hums in agreement. "Tonight I'm exceptionally grateful that Doctor Banner was busy." James smiles. "Want to know a secret?" Y/N whispers. "Always." He whispers. "He wasn't really busy. But I asked to go in his place." Y/N smiles up at her husband. "Wait. What?" He asks, scrunching his nose up as he smiles.

"Well, I wanted to gain experience fairly quickly, and word about NY's hottest detective on the look for a Geneticist came my way, so I pulled a few strings." Y/N admits. "So I have my beautiful wife to thank for this?" Bucky asks with a smile. "And Tony, for allowing a rookie in on a big case." She smiles playfully. "You helped us ace that case." James says in return.

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This will probably just be a mini-series. But I'll see how it does, and decide thereafter.