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One and Done (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x You

Summary: The ultimate misunderstanding.

Word prompt: This is for @teamcap4bucky‘s challenge. Congrats, love! My prompt was Does he have to walk around shirtless all the time?

You huffed out a breath, as you bent over, hands on your knees. Six miles with Nat and Wanda every morning was exhausting. Granted, lately, you had been lethargic, lack of sleep and inner demons eating away at you were making your morning runs torturous. You needed a break. You need…

“Come on there, принцесса,” Nat teased, pushing gently on your back.

You wobbled and splayed your hands out just in case you fall. “Hahaha, very funny, Nat,” you quipped, as you stood back up, wipping your shirt on your face.

“Oh come on y/n, we know you’d rather do anything else,” Wanda added, walking beside you.

“I don’t mind running, I ran in college and high school. What I mind is you trying to push me into the pond,” you responded, eyes flitting over the field around the Compound. Wanda and Nat laughed, as you all walked back to the gym doors. You rolled your head on around on your shoulders, trying to ease the tension in the shoulders. “Need to see the Madam.”

“Need a lot more than that,” Nat threw out.

“What’s that supposed to me?” You asked, pushing open the gym door.

“I think it’s a hint that you need to get laid,” Wanda answered from behind you.

You tried not to recall the moment two weeks ago that had led you to all the tension in your body, to your lack of sleep.

“I do not!” you let out harshly.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a good fuck?” Nat inquired, making her way through the gym to the exit.

“Jesus fucking christ!” you exclaimed, fed up with the teasing. Heads whipped to the three of you, including Sam and Bucky’s on the sparring mat. You didn’t notice, blundering on. “When the last time I fucked someone is none of your business, Nat!”

“Well, you are saying loud enough to make it everyone’s business,” Wanda muttered.

“What was that?!” you growled out, hands landing on your hips, head wipping to the brunette.

“I said, YOU ARE SAYING IT LOUD ENOUGH TO MAKE IT EVERYONE’S BUSINESS!” Wanda repeated at an almost shouting decibel.

You immediately stopped, eyes flitting around the room, finally noticing everyone was looking at you. “Oh, like none of y’all talk about sex, go back to work!” you ordered, waving your hand.

“Good job, y/n,” Nat mumbled.

“Oh, fuck off,” you said, moving forward toward the door.

“Now, now, y/n,” Sam called from the sparring mat.

You tilted your head at the former paratrooper, glaring at him and stepping forward. You were sick of everyone getting in your business today. “Don’t start with me Sammy,” you threatened, pointing at him.

Bucky chuckled next to him, arms crossed across his wide, bare chest, taking in the scene. “And you,” you began pointing at the former assassin, who then pointed to himself, steel eyes wide. “You need a shirt. This is a gym not a strip club. Cover up!”

“Alright, she’s finally lost it… so we’re just going to go…” Wanda said, grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the gym. The moment the door clicked behind the two of you, she started in on you, “What the hell was that about?!”

“It’s a communal gym!” you shouted. “That’s how people get sick!”

“You know the super soldiers don’t get sick,” she reminded you, tugging you further away from prying ears.

You rolled your eyes. “Doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t.”

“What has gotten into you?” she asked.

“Does he have to walk around shirtless all the time?” you commented from left field, looking back at the closed door. “I mean really, this isn’t a …..”

Wanda dragged you into the awaiting elevator and hit the button for your floor. “What the hell, y/n?”

“What?!”

“What do you mean what?” Wanda responded, hands going red in frustration. “Don’t make me go digging.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face. “Bucky and I….” She nodded, encouraging you continue, as you tried to find the right words to explain. “We… ummm…”

“Y/n…”

“Remember that pool party, where I just disappeared?” you asked her, eyes staring at the metal doors. You tried not to replay the images in your brain, tried not to recall the feelings associated with that memory.

“Yea, no one could find you until the morning,” she remembered.

“About that….” you paused again. “Bucky and I kinda snuck off to his room.”

Wanda’s lips made an O, as she began to put your lack of words together. “So you and him….”

“Yup.”

“And…”

“And it was a one time kind of deal,” you answered, walking off the elevator as it hit the right floor.

“Did he say that?” she inquired, still standing in the elevator.

“Come on, Bucky Barnes, can have any woman he wants, a million times over, no need to set my expectations too high,” you explained, putting your finger over your room access pad.

“Y/n…”

“Wanda don’t. It was a one and done kind of deal. Barnes isn’t like that.”

“What did you do to her?” Nat asked Bucky.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he replied, glaring at the red head.

“Y/n doesn’t loose her cool. She’s calm and happy. She’s a fucking beam of sun. What did you do?!” Nat accused.

“I didn’t do anything,” he argued.

She stepped closer to him, crowding him. “Don’t lie, Yasha.”

“I did nothing that she didn’t consent to,” he maintained, arms dropping down, shoulders slouching.

Knuckles hit his jaw and he stumbled backwards on the mat. “Fuck,” he mumbled, trying to find his footing.

“You are a fucking asshole, chasing anything with two legs. And now look at what you did?!” she accused. “You fucking broke her.”

“You think I wanted this?!” he insisted, stepping closer to the Black Widow. “You think, I wanted her running away from me?! I’m just chasing anything with two legs, right?! WRONG! I’ve been trying to prove to her she’s what I want. I’ve sent her flowers, I bought her coffee…. ”

He hung his head, defeated. “I don’t know what I did. Maybe it was a one and done deal.”

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Date Night

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Smut. Definite smut. 

A/N: This is for @jupiterbucky ‘s 1k writing challenge. My trope was Neighbors AU. Thank you darlin’ for letting me join in. I hope you like it! 

FRIDAY MORNING

Its 745 and you’re in your bathroom, music blaring and you’re bopping around as you do your hair and makeup. You’re not great at it but you still like to sing along to your favorite band at the top of your lungs. Right on time there comes a bang on the wall over your headboard.

“It’s too fucking early, doll!” Came your neighbor’s groggy voice through your bedroom wall. You pause your music and yell back-

“No it’s not! It's almost 8, you’re going to be late.” A muffled curse and the thump of a body hitting the floor comes from the room next door. You giggle at the thought of your neighbor’s body tangled in bedsheets. Then you blush when you remember he sleeps in his boxer briefs and has the best body you’ve ever seen, a fact you wish you’d never learned. You shake your head free of the mental image and turn your music back on.

You rush around your apartment, searching for a missing shoe, grabbing a half buttered piece of toast, and snatching your keys out of the bowl on the kitchen counter. Right around 8 you fling your door open and turn around to lock it behind you just as your neighbor comes out. You both have toast hanging out of your mouths.

“Mornin’ Buck,” you mumble around your toast as you pull your door closed behind you and lock it.

“Mornin’ doll. How’s it going?” Bucky looks great, as always. He’s dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt but the sight makes your heart stutter. Bucky has been your neighbor for 2 years now and your crush on him hasn’t faded since the day you met him.

“Can’t complain, it's Friday,” you answer, leaning on your door while Bucky fumbles with his keys.

“Yeah it is! Pizza and a movie tonight?” Bucky asks, confirming your standing Friday night plans.

“Can’t. I’ve got a date,” you say with a slight blush.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky raises his eyebrow. Something flashes in his eyes that you can’t quite place.

“Yeah, just some guy from work.” You shrug your shoulders to let him know you aren’t that invested. Bucky smiles at you as he pockets his keys and there’s a swoop in your stomach. You’d much rather be at pizza night. You both head toward the stairs and start walking down.

Bucky starts walking a little faster than you, glancing at you. Pressing down a smile you speed up to match his pace. Before long you’re both racing down the stairs laughing like the pair of fools you are. Bucky jumps the last 3 steps and declares himself the winner before throwing you a wink and striding out the door. You pause for a second to catch your breath.  Bucky often leaves you breathless.

FRIDAY NIGHT

It’s 745 and you storm into your apartment, throwing your bag onto the counter. You stomp off toward your bedroom and whip your heels at the wall. You strip off your dress and actually stomp on the floor and scream loudly. You sit down on your bed to have a good cry when there’s 3 knocks on your bedroom wall. You wipe your face and knock back 3 times. It’s your signal saying come on over.

You get up and put on leggings and an oversized t-shirt. Just as you’re finishing up your front door swings open and Bucky comes in brandishing a half eaten box of pizza and a case of beer.

“That bad, huh?” Bucky asks sympathetically.

“What an unbelievable dick,” you spit out in answer.

“What happened?” Bucky questions.

“He just assumed he was going to get laid. Got real handsy and real pissed off when I ended the date. Just another asshole. It’s all I can manage to attract it seems.” Tears begin to swim in your eyes as you anger begins to subside.

“Hey, none of that,” Bucky says as he drops the pizza and beer on the counter and scoops you up into a big hug. You sigh and lean into his chest as he rests his chin on the top of your head. “He’s not worth the tears, Y/N.”

You pull back and let Bucky wipe the tears from your cheeks. He moves his hands to the top of your arms, drawing light patterns with his thumbs. The look in his eyes is unreadable.

“I’m not crying over him, I just- It just sucks you know. Why can’t any decent guy be interested in me? What’s wrong with me?” Bucky’s thumbs stop moving against your skin and you can feel his hands trembling. He looks like he’s holding back a river.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N, you’re perfect.” You dip your head and blush. Bucky puts his hand under your chin and lifts your face towards his. “I mean it.” His thumb brushes against your bottom lip and your heart trembles. His hand cups your face while the other hand drops to your lower back. He draws you in close and dips his head down to yours but at the last second you pull back.

“Don't Bucky. Don't kiss me unless you mean it. I can’t handle that.” Tears fall fresh from your eyes and your heart feels like it could fly apart from what comes next. Bucky stares you down and you hold your breath.

“Y/N I have been in love with you since the day I met you. It breaks my heart to see you dating these assholes when I want to show you how you should be treated. You are the most important person in my life and I’m going to kiss you now.” With that Bucky swoops down and captures your lips. You slide your hands up and tangle them in his long brown hair as his hands come down to grip your hips.

It’s the kind of kiss that steals all your breath. It turns from tender to passionate and you grip into Bucky’s hair, holding on for the ride. He wordlessly asks to deepen the kiss and you open up to him with no reservations. Bucky loves you and you’ll never stop kissing him.

Now you’re up against the counter and Bucky’s fingers graze the skin just under the hem of your shirt. A moan rises up in your throat at the contact and Bucky’s hands set fire to the skin along your stomach. You break away from kissing him for a moment and you look deep in his eyes. He looks back at you, asking permission and you nod. He lifts your shirt over your head. He gazes down on you in adoration and you drop your head in embarrassment.

“Like I said, perfect.” His voice is low and it rumbles through your body. He slides his hands up your sides and grazes his thumbs over your erect nipples. Heat floods your core at the touch and you grab him and kiss him again. He kisses down your neck to your breast where he teasingly takes each nipple between his teeth. You moan louder this time, spurning him on. Something in you snaps and you grab at his shirt, longing to run your hands over his hot skin. You get his shirt off and its your turn to stare. You ghost your fingers over his abs. He reaches down and pulls you into a tender kiss.

“What do you want, Y/N?” His grey blue eyes are hooded, his pupils blown out. The sight of him wanting you makes you wet. You part your legs and pull him into you as your back presses against the counter.

“You, Bucky. I want you and I want you right now.” Bucky lifts you up onto the counter and works your leggings off while you tug his sweat pants down. His cock springs out of his underwear and you gasp as you take in the sight. Bucky runs his hands up your thighs and swirls his thumb into your folds and up to your clit.

“God you’re so wet. I can’t wait to get my cock in there.” His voice is husky and his chest is heaving.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You ask as you kiss along his neck and collarbone. Without another word Bucky slides into you with one long stroke and stretches you perfectly. You gasp and dig into his shoulders as you adjust to his length.

“Oh god,” you moan, “fuck me Bucky. Fuck me and don’t stop.” It's all the prompting he needs as he pulls out and sharply thrusts into you again. You both find your rhythm as you lift your hips to meet each thrust he pounds into you. You get lost in the moment, drowning in sloppy kisses as you walls begin to flutter around him. He adjusts his angle and you gasp as your dripping pussy clenches him even tighter.

“Right there, don’t stop.” You mumble obscenities and his name as he pulls you apart. Your orgasm spills over and you cry out his name. He follows right behind hips stuttering and a low growl rumbling through his chest. You slump onto each other while he stays inside you. Bucky lazily kisses the side of your neck and you can’t help giggle.

“What’re you laughing at, darlin’?” Bucky asks with a smirk.

“I love you too in case you were wondering.” Bucky answers with a rumbling laugh that makes your heart swoop. You want to be the one to make him laugh like that forever. Bucky peppers you with kisses and presses his forehead to yours.

“How about that movie date now?” He asks.

“That sounds excellent,” You reply. Bucky slides out of you and you already miss the feeling of him filling you up. He hitches up his low slung grey sweatpants and you decide he looks perfect just like that. You hop down and grab his shirt to throw on you.

“Um, what am I supposed to wear, doll?” Bucky says with a quirked eyebrow.

“I think you look fine just like that,” you smirk back. With a mischievous look Bucky bends down and grabs your leggings, holding them up over his head.

“Fine, if I don’t get a top, you don’t get bottoms.”

“Fine by me,” You say as you saunter off to the bedroom for a fresh pair of panties, your bare asscheeks peeking out from the end of Bucky’s t-shirt. You hear him groan at the sight.

You come back to the living room and Bucky is sat on the couch browsing through Netflix.

“Well the pizza is cold and the beer is warm so do you wanna-“ He stops mid sentence as he looks over his shoulder at you standing in the middle of the kitchen munching on your favorite snack. You stop chewing as he stares at you.

“What?” You mumble around your food. Your cheeks flush as he continues to look at you with total adoration.

“Its just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes. I’ve actually dreamed about this.” You put your snack down on the counter and walk over to the couch. Sitting down next to Bucky you lean over and lay on his chest, tucking your feet under your body. He wraps his arm around you and you drape your arm over his frame.

“And I’ve dreamed about this,” you say as you nuzzle deeper into him.

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I love this so very very much! And yes I’d get a stress fracture running with Cap! And you are always going to be my emergency contact cause I love ya!

Emergency Contact

How many times have I told you not to list me as an emergency contact? - Prompt for @omnomsauruswrites writing challenge. 

BFF’s: Nat x reader

You loved mornings like today. Outside, sun cresting the horizon, birds singing, peaceful.  It wasn’t often you made it to the park for sunrise yoga but it always relaxed you. And you needed relaxing after the week you’d had. Damn Tony and his malfunctioning machines that tore up the commons room on Monday. Tuesday’s shit storm was courtesy of Steve and Bucky sparring the gym into oblivion. Wednesday and Thursday delivered damn near back-to-back missions. Now, Friday, you were tired and just wanted a little tranquility. Meditating in the early hours at the park was always soothing.

Suddenly, to your chagrin, screaming goats shatter the still morning. Startled, you look around for the source and realize that it’s coming from your phone. What the hell? With an apologetic look to the people around you, who are currently giving you the stink-eye, you fumble with your phone to stop that atrocious noise.

“Oh great,” you grouse, seeing the name flashing on your caller ID. Swiping the answer button, “What do you want Nat?”

“Ms. Y/N, this is Nurse Cribbs at the Memorial ER. We have you listed as the emergency contact for Natasha Romanov.” What the fuck now??? Pinching the bridge of your nose, where an ache was forming, you wonder what’s she gotten into now.  “Ms. Y/N?”

“Yes, what happened?”

“She’s fine, resting and will be discharged in the next hour. She asked us to call you as she won’t be able to drive herself.” The nurse sounded like a nice lady but it was real difficult not to have very unnice thoughts right now.

You sigh and look wistfully around the calm and peaceful park, “That’s fine. I’ll be there.”

________________

Almost exactly an hour later, you stroll in the ER just in time to hear a loud commotion. The sinking feeling in your stomach proves right when you hear Nat screaming, “leave me alone you witch!”

You pass by a very exasperated looking nurse leaving Nat’s room and mumbling what sounded suspiciously like very inappropriate words. Nat’s eyes light up and she grins widely when she sees you, “Y/N!”

“How many times have I told you not to list me as an emergency contact?” You question wryly. “And when exactly did you change my ringtone? And WHY GOATS SCREAMING!?!”

“Well who else would I list but my best friend?” she asks innocently. “And you’re other ringtone sucked so I changed it while you were cooking dinner the other night.”

“We aren’t best friends, Nat. Hell, we aren’t friends at all! And leave my damn phone alone.”

“Of course we are. Bestie.” She says this with such a mix of conviction and mischievousness that you know you’ll be sorry for whatever she is up to.

“I have questions,” you say, rolling your eyes upward. “So, what’d you do this time?”

“Why do you have to say it like that? Maaybe I had an accident. Maaybe it’s a miracle I’m alive at all.” She sees the disbelieving look on my face. “Or maybe I tried keeping up with Steve this morning on his run and now I have stress fractures.”

“Uh huh. That sounds more like it. So you’ve taken to literally chasing after him now? Nat, really?”

She looks crestfallen for a moment, then perks up, “He did say nice form when he passed me on one lap.”  She sighs dreamily, “He totally wants me. Pretty sure he’s an ass guy.”

Throwing my hands in the air, “I give up!” Plopping down on the bed, you give her a quick hug. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Get me out of here and then drive by the Smoothie King.”

“Why am I going out of my way to drive BY the Smoothie King?” I question dubiously.

“Steve likes to get a smoothie after his runs and I want one more peek dat hot bod!”

I stare at you for a moment, sigh in defeat, and daydream about the park while you ramble on about Steve’s “hawt body”.

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Murder Strut

Pairing: Sam x you

Summary: A murder strut competition doesn’t go Sam’s way. 

Prompt: This is for @hufflebucky‘s Brooklyn 99 prompt challenge that I’m more than likely overdue for because... well I forgot. I apologize and hope you like it! 

“Come on you gotta put your hips into it!” A voice calls out.

“What do you think I’m doing?!” you answer. “If anyone has hips it’s me!”

“It’s more of a dip,” a feminine voice pipes in.

“Then you do it, Nat,” you reply, moving back to stand with the four Avengers.

She walks forward with her usual cadence, turning swiftly. Her face goes blank, shoulders going back. She hits a rhythm similar to Bucky’s. She gets to the end of the walk and says, “See murder strut.”

“Ehhh, more like confidence walk,” Sam argues. “Doesn’t have that…. pizzazz.”

“We are talking about a murder strut here,” you reply. “You don’t need pizzazz for that.”

“Sure you do,” he continues. “You need that aura.”

“I think you are confused with a psychic,” you tell him, putting your hands on your hips.

He turns towards you, brown eyes alight with mischief. A smile upturns onto his plump lips. “Maybe that’s my superpower,” he boasts.

You roll your eyes. “You are ridiculous,” you conclude.

He puts a hand over his heart, “Why you gotta be like that?”

You glare, then the gym doors open and in walks Bucky, strutting. Sam tries not to snicker, as the former assassin comes in, but it’s only moments before his hands are on his knees and he’s guffawing.

“What?” Bucky asks, eyes flickering back and forth among the crowd.

“This is too good…” Sam gasps out.

“What in the world is wrong with you, bird brain?” Bucky questions, face scowling.

“We were having a murder strut competition,” Nat answers, Sam laughter beginning to end.

“And y/n here thought she had the swagger to compete,” he teased, eyes landing on you.

You glare, arms crossing. “I ooze swagger, bird brain.”

“Uhhuh…,” Sam pauses. “That’s why you tripped over that tree branch yesterday or last week when you fell down the stairs.”

Your eyes turn murderous on the winged Avenger. “Next time you need my help, I’m just going to let you fall,” you snipe back, turning on your heel and walking out.

“Oh snap!” you hear Bucky say as you slam the gym door.

“Baby?” you hear Sam’s voice call from your door.

You roll your eyes. Of course, he came looking for you. You know he doesn’t like arguing or when you are angry. You wrap the towel around your form, walking into the the hallway.

“What?” you ask.

His eyes brighten as he sees you but he doesn’t move forward. “Light of my life…” he begins.

“Nope,” you reply, turning on your heel to enter your bedroom.

“Hey!” he shouts, as you hear his heavy footsteps rush towards you. “Baby!”

“Don’t baby me, Samuel!” you reprimand, dropping the towel as you start dressing.

“Honey…” he starts again.

“If baby wasn’t working, why do you think honey will?” you ask, glaring at him in only your panties.

“Do you know how sexy you are right now?” he responds, eyes roaming your naked form.

“Samuel!” you chastise, stomping your foot.

“So sexy,” he compliments, walking towards you. Hands land on your shoulders and you glare at him. “So very sexy and gorgeous.”

“Is this you apologizing?”

He chuckles, his hands moving down to clasp yours. “Yes, baby.”

“Well…” you pause.

He bends down to one knee. “Light of my life. My eternal sunshine. I’m truly sorry for making fun.”

You squint at him, knowing he seconds from breaking out in a grin. You know he was only teasing. “Hmm…” you ponder.

His hand clasps tightly as you make him wait, watching how long it takes him to smile or break. It’s 30 seconds until he breaks. “I’ll take you out,” he promises.

“Out where?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

“To the Greek place on fifth that you love,” his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

“And….” you ask.

His eyebrows shoot up. Usually Greek food was enough to appease you, but not for this. “And…” he begins, swallowing. “And I’ll wear the Winter Soldier costume the next time we role play.”

You tilt your head and grin. “And you’ll ooze all the swagger.”

“Ooooo baby, I am the swagger.”

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Omnom Writing Challenge

So to celebrate reaching close to 200 followers, I’m doing a writing challenge! I hope you partake. And of course thanks for joining me on my crazy writing journey! I’m beyond thankful for all of you and wish I could give each of you a big hug, so I’ll give you a virtual one!

There will be dialogue and one word prompts for you guys to pick from.

Rules:

Can write about any MCU character and cast member.

Once a prompt is gone, it’s gone. Sorry, guys.

No max/min length.

Can be canon or au.

Send me an ask for what prompt you want.

You can write about anything that you want to. Fluff, angst, smut, soft. The world is your oyster.

Tag me in your piece, and hashtag #omnomwritingchallenge.

Note: You do not have to follow me to partake!

Dialogue prompts (these are a mixture of mine and Pinterest.):

This is a really good look for you. @valkyrieofsmut

Hello, Life Ruiner. @book-dragon-13

Oh my god! What is that smell?

I don’t know why you are freaking out about being fake married to a guy you are basically married to. @tropicalcap

I like my coffee like my women bitter and blonde.

How many times have I told you not to list me as an emergency contact? @cari105

Person A: What are you afraid of? Person B: You.

It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out. @bucky-smiles

Did I kiss you last night?

Where did you get a dress like that?

What can I do to fix this?

Is it hug time, yet? @wintersoldierswhore

Get off of me!

You’re going to need to limp faster than that….  @winchesterswantmypie

For the love of all that is holy! SHUT UP!

Word Prompts:

Gnomes

Espresso

Puppies

Tacos

Clouds

Handcuffs

Tin Man

Bowtie

Fairytale

Magnolia

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A Long Road- Ch 1

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mild violence

Summary: While recovering in Wakanda Bucky meets a deadly stranger who needs to learn how to heal.

Part 2

My eyes snap open but my brain is still in a haze. Images race before my eyes and I squeeze them shut again, biting down bile. I see Captain America fighting off a dozen of my guards. A surge of hate in the pit of my stomach as his face swims in my mind. I see Black Widow, the legend I was spoon fed as a child, freeing me from my straps. ”What were they doing to her” she quizzes the air as she takes in the instrument tables surrounding my bed. Burning me alive I think in response. Even now the flames lick the edge of my vision and reach for my skin. The Red Room is on fire. 

I squeeze my eyes tighter and take in my surroundings with my other senses. It's clean, I can smell antiseptic. I hear the quiet hum of electricity and the clicking of keys. I sense the soft footsteps and rustling movement of a half dozen bodies.  There’s a low murmur of voices in a language I don’t recognize. How is that possible? I know them all… My eyes open again, slowly this time. I’m wary of being overloaded with too much information. 

I’m in a lab surrounded by equipment I don’t recognize. Lab techs in white coats flit around me, ghosts trying to avoid my gaze. Once again I'm strapped to a table. Always restrained, I think, I must be as dangerous as they say. I begin to analyze the room, looking for exits, guns, testing my straps. The leather and metal creak under me. A young girl appears at my shoulder. Dark skin, dark eyes, hair falling in long braids, she can’t be older than 19. She smiles at me, an attempt at reassurance. 

“Don’t worry, you’re safe.” Her accent is thick, central African I decide. “My name is Suri, what’s yours?” I ignore her question and continue looking around. I can see the dark blue of Cap’s uniform and the black of Romanoff’s behind frosted observational glass. My eyes lock on the super solider and I begin to pull at my restraints in earnest. There’s a fire in my gut telling me to strike this man with everything they put inside of me. 

“Calm down,” Suri says anxiously, “no one here is going to hurt you.” She glances up quickly giving silent orders to a lab tech out of my field of vision. When she looks back at me I lock my eyes on her’s. She begins to instinctively back away as she realizes I’ve chosen my target. I’m nearly free of the leather straps around my wrists. Suddenly there’s a needle in my arm. 

My left arm snaps free at last and I swing my hand up to the tech who is attempting to administer a sedative. I catch him by the throat and hold his gaze as I choke the air out of his lungs. As he loses consciousness I fling him to the ground and snap the restraint on my other arm. I sit up quickly. My body is quickly ridding itself of the remains of the drug cocktail my handlers used to control me. I bend over begin to work on my ankle restraints, throwing guard after guard off of me as a second thought. 

I’m on my feet and moving towards the exit when I'm surrounded by my team of so-called rescuers. Captain America stands in front of me, his only weapon is his broad body blocking the only exit to the lab. His mouth is moving but I’ve blocked out the sound of his voice and am assessing my surroundings. Widow is on my left, her stance wide, her hand hovering over the gun in her hip holster. A third man I don’t recognize is on my right, his fists clenched and ready to strike. I feel like a trapped cat and every muscle in my body is tensed for the strike. 

I feel him coming behind me before I ever see him. His form swims in my peripheral mind, tall and broad. I aim to swing a kick around at my attacker’s head but my arms are pinned across my abdomen and my wrists held tightly by one hand that’s human and one that's not. I thrash and howl with pain and feel his grip relax reflexively. I take advantage of his weakness and aim to crush his foot with mine. He throws us to the ground with me on top of him and pins my legs with his. 

“Now!” He shouts to Suri who has waited just out of my reach with a needle full of clear liquid. I have to give her credit for her bravery. All the other techs have fled, but this her lab and she has a job to do. She darts forward and plunges the needle into my arm pumping sedative into the muscle thats straining against my captor. I can feel his advantage slipping as I work my arms out of his grip. A few more seconds and I’ll be free to show him exactly what kind of weapon they created to replace him. A few more seconds…

But then I'm the one who’s slipping away. Darkness creeps to the edge of my vision and my eyes fill with fear as I realize I'm losing control. My movements become weaker and less effective and he’s redoubling his grip on me even as I drift away. “It’s going to be ok,” he whispers gruffly in my ear as I lose consciousness completely. 

“Ok Sargent Barnes, you can let her go. She’s safe now.” Suri says as Bucky examines me without relaxing his grip, checking to see if I’m faking. My breathing is shallow but steady and my head rests limp against his chest. “I promise, Bucky. This sedative was created for you while you were being treated with us. She’s out,” the princess reassures. It’s her use of his nickname that lets him know she’s sure. 

“Get her into chryo as quick as you can. We don’t know what kind of regenerative capabilities she has,” Bucky warns as he gently lays me back on your table. His gut is filling with guilt at what he’s just had to do to me. He can still remember what it feels like, being trapped and drugged like an animal. Being out of control. “What’s her name?” He asks softly.

“She won’t have one, only the one they gave her,” Nat says stepping forward. “Thanks for stepping in Bucky. She’s clearly been trained to recognize us as a threat.” Bucky nods stepping away from the bed to look at the man on the ground. Techs have surrounded him and are scanning him with medical equipment, healing his vocal cords even as he regains consciousness. “I should’ve been faster. She’s stronger than we realized. How did you even get her out?” "We think they’d just been working on her, she was pretty sedated.” Cap chimed in, stepping forward to greet his best friend, “Things went south fast. There is no Red Room anymore, not in Moscow at least.” 

“The Red Room? I thought they trained assassins?” Bucky looked quizzically at Nat, forgetting to be delicate about her past.

“We got intel through some of my old contacts in Kiev, they want to be in the Winter Solider business. A lot of groups have been trying to reproduce what Hydra did with you and it looks like one of them finally succeeded,” she shrugged, glancing over at me.

“Well I’m glad you got out,” Bucky replies wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders in a quick hug, “all of you.” He looks back down at the me. They’ve wheeled in a cryogenic sleep chamber and are attaching monitors to my chest and arms. My eyes flutter. 

“Don’t worry Buck, they’ll get it out of her. They’ve got you semi stable.” He says smiling.

“Yeah, but I wanted to be fixed. She doesn’t. She’s every inch a weapon. Who knows how much of her is left in there.” Cap doesn’t know how to respond. He’s taken back by the concern in his friend’s voice and the care in his eyes. Especially towards someone who just tried to kick him in the head. Cap claps his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezes reassuringly. “Come on man, we’re going to go debrief and then you can show me this farm you’ve been going on about. Goats? Really?”

Bucky smiles and the corners of his eyes crinkle but they don’t move away from my form now being lowered into the chamber. 

“Don’t worry Sergeant Barnes, I’ll let you know when she’s safely under. She’ll be in good hands with us.” Suri reassures as Cap turns Bucky towards the door. He manages to meet Cap’s gaze. 

“Yeah, goats. And they have names.” The group laughs at a now domesticated Winter Solider as they move out of the lab. Bucky offers one last glance back but the medical team has surrounded my chamber, blocking me from view. Suri looks down at me, her brown eyes blazing with determination. “I don’t know your name but I know you can hear me. I also know this isn’t who you were born to be, it’s who they made you, like a spear beaten into shape. I will get you out, I promise.” Her voice lingers on the edge of my consciousness. I’m fighting to wake up but slowly my veins fill with ice as the people around me try to freeze out the fire they set in me long ago. Which will win? I wonder as you slip under the waves, fire or ice? 

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A Long Road- Ch 2

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mild violence

Summary: While recovering in Wakanda Bucky meets a deadly stranger who needs to learn how to heal.

A/N: This took me a while to get out. I knew where I wanted to go I just couldn’t get there. Hope you like it! 

Part 1 ll Part 3

Bucky stands with his arms crossed in front of my chryotube listening intently as Shuri explains her deprograming procedures. His brow is furrowed as he watches me asleep, eyes fluttering.

“She’s fighting it,” he states calmly.

“Yes, unsuccessfully so far, but she is resisting. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Shuri’s voice is concern mingled with excitement. My brain is one of the most exciting things she’s come across.

“We built an algorithm that organically flushes out trigger words while retaining old memories. This way we can retain her sense of self and give her a chance to heal. Unfortunately we can’t selectively eliminate memories so she’ll have to sort through the traumatic ones.” Shuri looks at me with concern through the frosted glass. She can only imagine what horrors lie in wait for me when I awake. Bucky’s consternation matches Shuri’s, for him the trauma is still fresh, he’s still sorting through his own memories.

“My biggest concern is the brainwashing,” Shuri states tentatively, not wanting to alarm. Bucky looks at the princess with renewed fear. “She seems to operate not only through trigger words that grant control over her actions but a deep mental conditioning. She believes what she is doing is right. I don’t know how to fight this level of conditioning.

Bucky’s mind churns over. An assassin who believes in the cause is far more dangerous than one who is simply manipulated and controlled. Was there anything left to save?

2 Months later

I’m sitting in a blank room at a steel table across from my psychiatrist. His voice is buzzing in my ears but I'm not retaining anything he’s saying. My knees are drawn up to my chest while my arms are wrapped tightly around my legs. I can feel the panic rising through my body as the man drones on. I can't remember his name. I can’t remember my own. I bite my knee and begin to rock slightly in my chair. The pain is sharp and keeps me from spilling over the edge.

Until I see his movement out of the corner of my eye. He’s moved around the table and is reaching his hand toward my shoulder. His intent is to comfort, but it's a foolish decision. My body reflexively snaps into action. I plant my feet to the hard ground as I wrap my right hand around his wrist. With my left arm I slam his torso facedown into the table and wrench his arm up around his back. The sound of snapping bone fills the room, quickly replaced by his cries for help.

The Dora Milaje are there in a flash surrounding me with spears and shouts. I don’t respond to their threats, instead I grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head up leaning down to whisper threats into the sobbing man’s ear. “Don’t ever try to touch me again. No one touches me.” My voice is ice and venom. Then my body is full of fire. The guard has closed ranks and one of them prods me with her electrified spearhead. My eyes are black, pupils fully dilated as adrenaline triggers my programming. I raise my eyes to hers and watch her will falter. A cruel smile dances on my lips as I anticipate the fight.

I wrest the spear out of her hands and return her shocks blow for blow, driving the spear through her shoulder. Then it's a blur, a swirling mass of spears and skin all trying to subdue me. Their shocks are nothing for my enhanced skin and muscles, a minor irritation only serving to increase my anger. Suddenly an alarm blares and bright lights flash. That does more to subdue me than the women surrounding me. I drop my spear and cover my ears. I’m screaming but the sirens drown out the sound of my voice. It triggers a deluge of memory, light and sound being used to torture me, to beat my mind into submission. Then there’s the needle in my arm again. I didn’t even see the techs come in but I find I almost welcome their presence and the relief I know unconsciousness will bring.

The noise fades as I slip away, collapsing to the ground and into a pair of familiar strong arms. Something stirs my memory, I’ve been here before. I have just enough consciousness left to try to fight the tight grip around my arms and torso. His grip tightens as his scent fills my nostrils, sweat and dirt and sunshine. His voice is in my head again, “Just let go darlin’, I’ve got you.” Surprisingly, I obey and slump limp against his chest. Then there's a stretcher and I'm being wheeled back to the chryotube. At the edge of my consciousness I can hear the girl from the lab speaking quickly in hushed, worried tones.

“-we’re having trouble reaching her. Her programming is so much stronger than yours was, if you can believe that. We’ve removed her trigger words but her conditioning remains.”

The small group of techs, Shuri, and Bucky rush into the lab with my stretcher, eager to get me back into chryo before my system purges my body of the sedative they’ve just administered.

“Thank goodness you were here Sargent Barnes, I do not think the Dora Milaje could have held her.” Shuri says as she casts Bucky a swift, grateful look.

“What are you going to do Shuri? I might not be there next time and she’s just too strong.” Bucky’s eyes are softened with concern as he watches me get lowered into the chryotube.

“I want to try the tincture made from the heart-shaped herb that we used on you. It will not give her increased powers, as if she needed them, but it will send her to the ancestral plane. A lot of healing can happen there.”

“Who’s going to convince her? She’d have to take it voluntarily. And I don’t think she’s going to allow herself to be put in such a vulnerable position anytime soon.”

“I’m going to continue to work on reconditioning her while she’s under. It’s a difficult process, I don’t know what’s her and what they put in her. But I think it will have to be you to convince her, Sargent Barnes. You’re the only one who knows where she is.”

Bucky turns his attention back to my face. It’s peaceful, for once, the drugs are doing their job well. How am I going to convince her, he wonders, how can I reach this woman? Does she even want to be saved?

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Royal Blue

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Prompt: Hoodies, for @captain-rogers-beard​ for #Mimi’s Fall Into Marvel Challenge

Summary: What happens after you accidentally wear Bucky’s hoodie

The royal blue hoodie was on a back of the kitchen chair and you didn’t think twice before you swiped it and gathered your snacks for a Brooklyn Nine-Nine marathon.

Your day had been shit. One of Tony’s new inventions had malfunctioned and caught fire, which set off the sprinkler system, dousing you. Of course, today was the day you wore white, making your blouse see-through. Tony had apologized multiple times, saying he’d dry clean your clothes. You all but growled at him the third time he said something.

Lucky for you Friday nights meant team nights and you’d have the whole place to yourself. You wouldn’t have to see Tony until possibly Monday. So you set your sights on Andy Samberg and the cast to make you laugh and make the day better.

Your fingers had turned orange from the Cheetos and your cheeks hurt from laughing. You sighed. It was the perfect way to unwind. You knew the silence wouldn’t last long, looking at the clock, the team should be back soon. And as if on cue the elevator doors opened and you heard Clint’s drunken voice. If he was drunk, then everyone but Cap and Bucky were too.

You pulled the sleeves of the hoodie over your hands, trying to disappear within it as your eyes continued to stare at the TV.

“Hey Y/n,” you heard Clint sing-song.

You rolled your eyes, nodding but not turning. “Are you still angry at Tony?” he asked at too high of a volume.

“Clint, I’m right here.”

“Why are there two of you?” he commented, as he sat down next to you.

“Cause your drunk, sweetheart,” you replied, patting his hand.

He hummed before stealing some of your Cheetos. “Clint….” you growled.

“I’m hungry,” he whined, before stuffing them in his mouth.

You rolled your eyes before picking up the bag and getting up off the couch. “Y/n?” Steve asked suddenly.

“Yeah,” you responded, shuffling to the kitchen.

“Where did you get the hoodie?”

You pointed to the kitchen chair. “There.”

“It’s twice your size.”

You looked down, noticing indeed it was, laying on your mid-thigh, the sleeves engulfing your hands. You shrugged, pushing up the sleeves to get a glass of water. “It’s Bucky’s,” Steve mentioned.

You spit out your water on the kitchen backsplash. It was… no… it couldn’t be. You looked down again, noticing for the first time the faded B. Oh, fuck, oh fuck… it was… “Why are you wearing my hoodie?” you heard a husky voice question.

You turned and Bucky was staring right at you, his eyebrows creased in confusion. “I… uhh…” you ripped it off quickly, pushing it into his chest. “I was cold,” you completed before almost sprinting out of there.

You had to put on Bucky Barnes’ hoodie didn’t you. You groaned into the pillow before rolling on to your back, staring at the black ceiling. You couldn’t sleep. You were plagued with the fact that you had put on your crush’s hoodie. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you muttered to yourself as you banged your head against the softness. You glanced at the clock. Everyone should be in bed. You sat up, before getting up off the bed and grabbed the blanket, throwing it on your shoulders.

You left your room, using the dim hallway lights to guide you to the elevators. You needed air after your embarrassment, so you went to the one place you could truly find space. The roof.

New York City sparkled all around as you sat on the lounger, staring up at the sky. You wished you could see the stars, it was the one thing missing in the NYC sky. You had always wondered if Steve and Bucky saw them in the 30s and 40s, but you didn’t have the heart to ask. You sighed. You had told yourself to get over this little crush, but it had seemed to grown in the past weeks.

Bucky had been doing little things that would make your stomach flip, making sure that you got a cup of coffee in the mornings, the last slice of cake or a voice on what movies they watched. You didn’t know what had started it. For the most part, you helped Tony in his lab and trained on your own just because you could. Well, that and Tony insisted you be prepared.

The first time you spared with Steve, you forgot to duck and he had been so close to punching your cheek that you went to the basics of punching and kicking. After months, you had improved to where you could avoid a punch from Steve and he had suggested you start to train with Bucky. You had protested. Your crush at that point was already big enough to where you’d try to be polite and exit the room as soon as you could when he was in it. However, Steve insisted, which had brought you two closer.

A ding of the elevators pulled you out of your thoughts, as your eyes fell on the man that you had been trying to avoid. “Hey,” he whispered.

You nodded, curling into your blanket. You tried your best to look small and to be uninterested in his appearance on the roof. You knew his feelings on sharing and it probably had pissed him off that you had taken his hoodie.

You continued to stare at the skyline, watching the light pollution all around that was until Bucky’s figure blocked your view. You sighed. “What?” you asked with irritation.

“Why did you run?”

The bustling of the city was the only sound the two of you heard. He crouched down after a few minutes, as you realized he was wearing the same hoodie you had been wearing early. “Why did you run?” he repeated.

You looked away before a finger brought your face back to his. You sighed. “I didn’t know it was yours, ok,” you muttered.

His finger lingered on your jaw. “That doesn’t really…”

“Cause it’s you.”

His finger dropped from your face as he stayed crouched. His eyes searching yours. You let out a more exasperated sigh. “Guess we really are doing this huh…..” You stood from the lounger, walking to the edge of the roof, as you kept your back to him. “Cause I have the HUUUUUUUGEST crush on you. And I shouldn’t. And I’ve tried not to. And the moment, I put it on, I should have known. For FUCK’S. SAKE. I should have known. But life gave me a good curveball today and I just wanted to….”

You paused. Today had been shit and you had just wanted to be comforted and warm and the hoodie had done that for you. “I wanted to be comforted and your hoodie … it did that for me.”

You shrugged and the blanket fell off your shoulder, exposing skin to the nippy fall air. Silence fell around the both of you again. Your eyes closed and shook your head, pulling up the blanket again. You stepped away from the ledge, the silence becoming too much. You made your way to the door.

“Don’t go,” Bucky called out.

You hung your head. It was a simple request and it made you stop, your hand on the door knob.

“Please, stop running away from me.”

Your hand left the door, but you didn’t turn. It took a beat before he spoke again. “I liked….,” you heard him swallow. “I liked seeing you in my hoodie.”

You felt your heart beat out of your chest, but you still couldn’t turn around.

“I like sparing with you. I hate it when you try subtly to exit a room that I just entered. I hate that you don’t come to team night’s unless forced because there’s nothing I want more than you sitting next to me,” he confessed.

You closed your eyes, letting the moment sink into your skin before turning to face him. Your hand rearranged your ponytail as you stared at him in his blue hoodie and basketball shorts. “Does this mean I get to wear the hoodie?” you quipped, trying to take the edge off the conversation.

“You can have anything of mine.”

You laughed. “Anything?” you pondered, as he stepped closer.

“Anything, as long as you stop running,” he answered, standing a foot away from you.

You tilted your head and searched his blue orbs. “We really going to do this?”

He nodded, as he took your hand. “Yes, doll, we are really going to do this.”

“And all it took was me wearing your hoodie, huh?”

He laughed, the happiness making its way to his eyes.

“Yep.”

You took the step forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want the hoodie, want all the hoodies.”

“Done,” he said before his lips met yours.

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After The Fight

The argument had been a long time coming. I stare blankly into my locker replaying the hurtful words we’d thrown around on the sparing floor. I hated my training sessions with Cap. I preferred Bucky, our fighting styles were better suited to each other. Loose and creative. Lazy and impulsive according, to Steve.

I slam the locker door shut. “Lazy.” His voice is ringing in my ears. That one hurt the most. I’d been busting my ass for months and today I get called lazy.

“Everyone looks lazy next to you,” I’d spat, “dial it down!” My eyes had pricked. I blamed the sweat.

I change and wash my face, trying to calm down. No one can piss me off quite like Steve Rogers. But I’m determined not to let it ruin the rest of my day. I don’t have to see him again until debrief. I gather my things and think about lunch. I’ve worked up an appetite.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and whip open the locker room door. Eyes down, I don’t see him as I stride down the hallway and he grabs my arm to stop me.

“I’m sorry.”

I look into his bright blue eyes and he is. I’m silent, his words had stung me more than I’d realized.

He sighs heavily, “Your’e not lazy, that was cruel. You could be better than you are though. It’s frustrating you won’t see it.” Apologizing while he defends his position, that’s the Steve Rogers way.

He takes a step toward me. The weight of so much more hangs heavily in the air between us. My breath comes up short and I take a step back.

“I think I’m going to train with Bucky from now on,” I say as I free my arm from his grip. All I can think of is putting space between us but his reaction surprises me. He’s hurt.

“Don’t do that, we’re good together.” His voice is pleading.

“We’re really not. I can see how frustrated you get with me.” “Because you could be better but you hold back,” his voice rises, “you could be as good as Nat but you won’t push.”

“No,” I say softly. I don’t know what else to say.

He grips my shoulders with both hands. “Yes. You’re better than you know.”

I’m suddenly aware of all of him. His rough hands hold me tightly. His broad chest rises and falls rapidly. His lips are slightly parted, his eyes are locked on mine. All at once his gaze is too much for me and my eyes drop to the floor. He thinks of me more and thinks more of me than I’d ever known. My anger melts away and something else takes it’s place, something I can't yet identify.

“Ok,” I say, barely above a whisper. I clear my throat. “I’ll train with you. I don’t agree but I’m done arguing with you.”

Relief washes over his face as his soft lips break into a grin.

“Good! Good.” He drops his hands and shuffles his feet. “Ok then.” Neither of us know what to say. I hitch my bag up on my shoulder.

“Okay,” I mutter, “I’m going to go.” I begin to step away.

“Okay.” He steps back toward the locker room. I finally notice he’s still dressed from training. He’d waited for me instead of changing.

“See you tomorrow” and he smiles again.

“Yeah.” I turn and walk away. My head is too full to say anything else. I take a deep breath and let the moment sink into my skin. I close my eyes but I still see him in front of me. Shaking my head, I walk faster.

[amoonagedaydreamer]

Ahhhh, wait, what!?!? No!! I love it!! Misunderstanding and hurt feelings and pining, yes!!!

One and Done (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x You

Summary: The ultimate misunderstanding.

Word prompt: This is for @teamcap4bucky‘s challenge. Congrats, love! My prompt was Does he have to walk around shirtless all the time?

You huffed out a breath, as you bent over, hands on your knees. Six miles with Nat and Wanda every morning was exhausting. Granted, lately, you had been lethargic, lack of sleep and inner demons eating away at you were making your morning runs torturous. You needed a break. You need…

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