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cera-writes · 4 months

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hey hey hey! I’ve already requested a fic from you before so no pressure to write any of this, but I was wondering if you could write some Gambit smut that focuses on his fingers or his hair? Idk I’m kinda obsessed with his gloves and his long hair they’re important to me. Or if you could indulge me, some Nightcrawler stuff(smut or not smut up to you) with some religious stuff? Sincerely, a fan with a bit of a thing about religious symbolism (again, no pressure to write any of this, kind of silly requests)

A/N: Oooooh, anon. YES. 🤤 Pairing: Remy Lebeau x AFAB!Reader Tags: nsfw, fingering, hair grabbing, bondage, one night stand, focusing on Remy's hands~ Prompt: Reader has a thing for some of Remy's other assets and he shows the reader how he uses them ;) Song inspo: Taste-Ari Abdul

The Hand that Deals

"What's your pleasure tonight, cher?" the smooth, Cajun-accented voice of the handsome man asked, leaning against the doorway of the dimly lit bedroom suite. His piercing eyes locked onto yours, lidded with desire as they traced over your body, taking in every curve. "D'you crave da touch of Gambit's fingers? Or perhaps you can't resist the allure of Gambit's long, silky hair?"

The smirk that played upon his lips was simultaneously playful and devilish, leaving you breathless with anticipation. Remy LeBeau, also known as Gambit, was every bit as charming and seductive as you had imagined, and tonight, he belonged to you. He'd promised you a night of fun, and you weren't about to turn him down on that offer.

Struggling to find your voice, you managed a sultry whisper, "I want... I want to experience everything you have to offer." Your heart raced as you took a step closer, drawn to him like a moth to flame.

Gambit chuckled, low and husky, as he reached out to cup your face with his gloved hand. "Then, mon amie, prepare yourself for a night you'll never forget," he promised, his thumb stroking your cheekbone with a tenderness that belied his roguish demeanor.

As he led you to the plush king-sized bed, your gaze fell upon his gloved hands, their supple leather almost glowing in the ambient light. The fingers of his right hand moved deftly, seemingly effortlessly, as he shuffled and reshuffled a deck of cards. Your mouth watered at the sight, anticipating the feel of those gloved fingers against your skin. Gods. He had you weak.

Remy watched you watching him, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. With a grace born of years of practice, he tossed the cards into the air, where they seemed to hang suspended for a moment before raining down upon the bed, covering the sheets in a colorful blanket of kings, queens, and jacks.

He turned his attention back to you, languidly bearing down upon you until you found yourself lying on the bed, your head resting on a pillow strewn with playing cards. "Now," he purred, "let's see what kinda hand fate has dealt us tonight."

His right hand came to rest on your hip, his gloved fingers toying with the hem of your dress, tracing idle patterns along your skin. The heat emanating from his touch sent shivers down your spine, making you arch into his caress. You let a hiss of surprise and something akin to anticipation slip past your lips.

As if sensing your desire, Gambit began to slide the fabric of your dress upwards, revealing your thighs, then your hips, and finally your waist. Your breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers danced higher, inching closer to the apex of your thighs with each pass.

You couldn't help but moan as his gloved fingertips grazed your mound, teasing you with featherlight touches that left you desperate for more. Remy chuckled at your response, clearly enjoying the power he held over you.

His touch became more insistent, his fingers delving between your folds with an expertise that made your head spin. You bucked your hips, seeking more pressure, more friction, anything to quell the burning desire that threatened to consume you.

And then, just as you thought you couldn't take any more, Gambit pulled back abruptly, leaving you whimpering with need. "Not so fast, mon amie," he admonished, grinning wickedly. "We got all night. Hope you can keep up, chere."

With agonizing slowness, he slipped his fingers into his mouth, coating them with his saliva. The sight of his tongue darting out to catch a stray drop sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "Tonight, your pleasure is Gambit's pleasure," he murmured, leaning in to kiss you deeply, invading your mouth with his tongue.

His fingers returned to your center, now slick and warm, gliding effortlessly over your sensitive flesh. You cried out into his mouth as he circled your clit with expert precision, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Just when you thought you couldn't bear it any longer, Gambit slipped one finger inside you, curling it forward to find that spot deep within that sent you careening over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you in relentless waves as he continued to stroke you with a rhythm that seemed to echo the pounding of your heart.

As your tremors subsided, Remy pulled away, giving you a moment to catch your breath. His red and black eyes twinkled with mischief as he rocked back on his heels, regarding you with a smug grin. "That, mon amie, was jus' the warm-up. You ready for more?"

You nod, unable to find your voice as your body still hums with pleasure from the intense orgasm he gave you. Remy chuckles and leans in close, his breath warm on your ear. "Good," he whispers, "cause Gambit ain't done witchu' yet."

He pulls away, rising to his feet in one fluid motion. His gloved hands slide into the pockets of his trench coat, and he saunters over to the side table, where a deck of cards lies waiting. He picks up the deck and begins to shuffle them with practiced ease, the cards fluttering between his fingers like a flock of birds taking flight.

Your gaze is transfixed by the hypnotic motion of his hands as he performs a series of intricate card tricks, each one more impressive than the last. You can't help but wonder how those same fingers could make you feel such exquisite pleasure.

When he finishes his display, he turns back to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now, let's see what kinda hand fate has dealt us tonight," he says, dealing a single card onto the bed between you. It's the Ace of Spades.

"Hmm," he muses, tapping the card with a long, gloved finger. "Dis a very interestin' card. It represents both beginnings and endings, life and death... and in dis case, pleasure and pain."

A shiver runs down your spine as he says the last words, but you can't help feeling excited at the prospect of whatever he has in store for you next.

Gambit reaches out with his right hand, gently cupping your chin and tilting your head back. "I want you to keep your eyes on mine while I touch you," he commands softly. "Don' look away, no matter what happens. Can you do dat for me, ma chere?"

You swallow hard, conflicting emotions warring within you, but ultimately, you nod your agreement. Remy's gaze holds yours captive as he trails his left hand down your body, tracing lazy patterns across your skin with his fingertips.

Every time his gloved fingers brush against you, it sends a jolt of electricity through your entire being, making you quiver with anticipation. He takes his time, exploring every inch of your body, teasing you with featherlight touches that leave you aching for more.

Finally, he reaches the apex of your thighs, his fingers hovering just above your center. You can't help but moan as he begins to circle your clit, alternating between light, teasing touches and firmer, more insistent pressure.

Your eyes are locked on his, the intensity of his gaze matching the building heat within you. You feel yourself growing wetter with every passing second, desperate for release, but he doesn't seem to be in any hurry.

"Please," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "I need..."

Remy smirks, leaning in to kiss you deeply, his tongue probing your mouth as if searching for the secrets hidden there. He breaks the kiss abruptly, leaving you gasping for air. "Whatchu need, mon amie?" he asks innocently, resuming his torturous ministrations.

"I need you to fuck me," you blurt out, your inhibitions melting away under the weight of your desire. Remy raises an eyebrow, looking impressed by your boldness.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." He slips two fingers inside you, curling them forward to find that spot deep within that sends you careening over the edge once again. This time, he doesn't stop, pumping his fingers in and out of you relentlessly as you writhe beneath him, caught in the grip of another powerful orgasm.

As your tremors subside, Gambit pulls away, sucking on each of his fingers as he regards you with a self-satisfied smirk. "Dat was just the appetizer," he purrs, reaching for something behind him. When he brings his hand back into view, he's holding a length of silky, black rope. "Now, let's see what else we can get up to, shall we?"

Despite begging for Remy to fuck you, the man refused to give in to your pleadings, instead continuing to tantalize and tease you with his fingers. You cried out your frustration as you writhed on the bed, crashing against wave after wave of delicious agony.

Remy's handiwork left you barely able to catch your breath before he yanked on the rope, drawing taught against your sensitive skin. The rush of sensation sent your mind reeling, and you moaned in desperation, calling out for him to finish what he started.

"D'ya have any idea how beautiful you look right now, chere?" Remy whispered, his breath hot on your neck as he tightened the knot around your wrists. "All tied up and beggin' for Gambit's touch. Mon dieu, it drives me wild."

The ropes bit into your delicate skin, sending a tingle of pleasure-pain rippling through your body. Your senses were heightened, every nerve ending alive with expectation as you awaited his next move.

Remy stepped back, admiring his handiwork, a devilish grin splitting his features as he looked you up and down. "Y'know, Gambit has always been partial to a good ol' fashion game o' cat and mouse," he mused, circling the bed like a predator stalking its prey.

You shuddered as the realization hit you; You were the mouse, and Remy was the cat, ready to pounce when the moment was right.

"But Gambit thinks tonight, he'll be da mouse," he continued, shrugging off his trench coat and letting it fall to the floor. Next came his magenta armor underneath, revealing a simple, form-fitting black shirt that clung to his chiseled physique. Beneath the fabric, you could see the outline of his toned muscles, making your mouth water in anticipation.

As Remy completed his transformation, shedding his clothes and revealing the exquisite form hidden beneath, you felt your heart race, anticipation turning to desperation as you yearned for his touch once more.

"Look at'chu, so eager and anxious," he purred, crawling onto the bed and trailing a single finger down the curve of your spine. " Gambit can't decide if he should give you whatchu want or make you wait jus' a little bit longer."

You whimpered, arching your back to meet his touch, unsure if you could handle any more delay. Your entire body throbbed with desire, and even the lightest brush of his fingers sent shivers racing through you.

Remy laughed, the sound low and dangerous as he straddled your hips, his long, silky hair cascading over you like a dark curtain. "Oh, Gambit think he knows exactly whatchu need," he murmured, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "An' he'll give it to you... on one condition."

You turned your head, meeting his gaze with a mixture of need and fear, desperate to know what he wanted from you. Remy grinned again, his teeth flashing white in the dim light of the room. "I wan'chu to beg for it, chere."

You whimper in response, knowing that you'll do anything to satisfy him, to feel his touch once more. "Please, Remy," you moan, your voice shaky with need. "I need you inside me. I can't take it anymore."

His grin widens at your plea, and he traces a finger along the curve of your spine. "Good girl," he whispers. "But Gambit thinks we need to make things a little more... interestin'."

With a flick of his wrist, Remy conjures a deck of cards. He begins to shuffle them deftly, the sound of paper on paper filling the room. Your eyes track the movement of his fingers, transfixed by the skill on display.

"Now, here's da game," Remy says, holding up the deck. "Gambit's gonna deal out a poker hand. If you get a pair or better, Gambit'll give you whatchu been beggin' for all night."

Your heart races at the thought of being so close to satisfaction, yet still having to prove yourself. "And if I don't?" you ask, dreading the answer.

Remy laughs, a dark and dangerous sound. "Well, den I guess you'll jus' have to keep waitin'," he says, his eyes glinting with amusement.

You nod, knowing there's no other choice. Remy deals out five cards onto your stomach, their faces turned away from you. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

"Go on," Remy urges. "Flip em' over."

Slowly, you turn over the first card: the ace of spades. Your heart skips a beat – a good start. The second card is revealed: the king of hearts. Still in contention.

The third card is the queen of diamonds, followed by the jack of clubs. Four high cards - not bad. But it all hinges on the final card.

With shaking hands, you flip over the fifth card: the ten of hearts. A full house! You've done it!

"Ha!" Remy exclaims, looking genuinely surprised. "Impressive. I didn't think you had it in you."

He leans down, his lips inches from yours. "Alright, since you won fair and square, Gambit'll give you whatchu been askin' for."

Remy undoes the ropes around your wrists, watching with interest as you rub the feeling back into your hands.

Finally, he unties your ankles, and you stretch your legs, reveling in the newfound freedom. Remy stands back, admiring your naked form, his eyes roaming over every inch of your skin.

"Now that you're loose," he says, a hint of mischief in his voice, "it's time to see if you can really handle what I have to offer."

With that, he quickly strips off his clothes, revealing his toned and muscular physique. Your eyes are drawn to the bulge in his briefs, and you can't help but lick your lips in anticipation.

Remy steps closer, until he's standing right beside the bed. He slips his fingers into his hair, pulling it free from its tie, allowing the long locks to cascade down his back. "Grab onto Gambit's hair, ma chere" he commands, his voice low and rough.

You don't hesitate, reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his silky mane. The texture is unlike anything you've ever felt before, and the scent of him fills your nostrils, making your head spin. He's so sexy.

Remy smiles, clearly pleased with your enthusiasm. "Now, hold on tight," he says, positioning himself between your thighs.

With one swift motion, he thrusts his cock deep inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You cry out in ecstasy, your fingers clenching even tighter around his hair as he begins to move, pumping in and out with increasing speed.

Each powerful thrust sends electric jolts of pleasure racing through your veins, and you can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, your body instinctively responding to his every move.

Remy's fingers find your clit, rubbing and teasing as he continues to fuck you with reckless abandon. The sensations are too much to bear, and you feel yourself building towards a powerful climax.

"Oh fuckkk!" You scream out, wrapping your legs around his waist and gripping his hair tight in your fists.

"That's it," Remy growls, his voice barely recognizable as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. "C'est ça chérie. Laisse-moi te sentir exploser autour de ma bite."

You know he's close. All that teasing had riled him up and you knew he wouldn't last inside of you too much longer. He rails you faster, sloppier, as he thrusts a few more times before you clench around him.

With a final powerful thrust, he sends you hurtling over the precipice, your body convulsing in the throes of an intense orgasm. Remy groans as he feels your inner walls clench around him, and with a few more quick strokes, he joins you in bliss, his release pouring deep inside you.

As you both lie there, spent and satiated, Remy's fingers lazily trace patterns on your skin. Despite the intense sexual encounter, you can't help but feel a sense of connection with him, a bond forged through shared pleasure.

For now, though, you're content to simply enjoy the afterglow, basking in the warmth of his touch and the knowledge that, for tonight at least, you got exactly what you desired.

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: angst (with a happy ending bc duh, it’s me). fluff. uh i think that’s all but if something important needs to be mentioned here, pls lmk!

words: 3.5k

notes: REPOST. this was not at all what i intended to write when i first got my aesthetic photo inspo but here we are lol. this is my fic submission for @pupandkisasaesthetics’ challenge and i hope you enjoy it. and a special thank you to @fandoms-writings for reading over the first draft of this for me and helping me out! i appreciate you so much, remi!! 🥰

thank you in advance for reading and as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated! please let me know what you think. 🖤

The floorboards creak under your feet with every step you take. Your eyes are red and your cheeks puffy. You ran out of tears a while ago. Your head throbs still, the headache lingering from the stress, and as you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror hung on the wall of the safe house, you know you look as dead as you feel.

You’re numb and yet your insides are aching, screaming at you.

That wasn’t it. He isn’t gone. It isn’t over.

It can’t be over.

As you pace the empty living room, back and forth, nonstop as you had been since you got back to the safehouse hours ago, the only thing you can do is torture yourself by replaying in your mind each and every step you took and every single word that left your mouth leading up to the explosion.

The explosion.

The deafening boom.

The ringing in your ears.

The shaking of the ground beneath you and of the walls around you.

The gripping fear when you realized where the bomb emanated from.

The neverending silence over static as you tried uselessly to get through to him.

The strong grip on your arm that pulled you from your stupor, that same strong hold that kept you from heading straight to where he was.

Your throat was sore from your yelling. From the cries you couldn’t hold back as you found yourself being urged into the jeep as they started back to safety. Just leaving him.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the window as you raged.

But you couldn’t focus on the cruelty of the words you threw at the team, your supposed family, in your attempt to get them to stop. To do their jobs. To save him.

No.

Instead, the loop started right back over.

Walking into the base with Yelena at your side, Bucky in your ear with Sam on his six on the opposite end of the site.

It wasn’t meant to be dangerous. Not more than the usual. Just a simple search and clear of the abandoned base. You’d all done this a hundred times over.

You’d meet in the middle and give the go ahead when you were done.

But that didn’t happen.

You were smirking as you heard Bucky and Sam’s never ending back and forths over the comms as you and Yelena cleared out the east wing of the site.

“East wing clear, heading south. You two plan on doing your job or should we take out the west wing for you, too?” you joked lightly as you made your way down the long winding hall.

“Ya know I’d feel a lot better having you on my six than this stupid fucking robotic bird flying around my head,” Bucky groused.

“Yeah,” you laughed as your eyes scanned yet another empty old computer room, “well give me a minute and I’ll be right there to save you,” you simpered playfully.

“West wing clear and secured, heading south now. Think I’ll get to you first, but I-”

His voice was cut off simultaneously by the static and the boom of the unexpected explosion going off. You and Yelena both ducked, protecting your heads as the ground shook and a wave of vibrations from the blast moved around you. You popped your ear as you tried to orient yourself through the ringing, slowly standing after everything else went still. Your breaths heavy as confusion clouded you both. You checked each other, ensuring you were both alright before your heart skipped a beat. Yelena was talking on her comms with Steve as you were pressing on your own, you tried to communicate with Bucky despite the static still ringing over..

“Buck, you okay?”

Nothing.

“Bucky?” you asked again, growing more frantic internally though you tried to remain as collected as you could.

Still no response.

Your eyes shot to the hall across from you leading to the west wing. To where the explosion came from. To Bucky. You were frozen still.

You pressed on the comms, over and over, trying desperately to get through to him.

“Bucky?”

Silence.

“Buck, can you hear me?... Bucky? James?!” your voice only grew louder and more harsh the longer the silence stretched on. It was like you were stone, you couldn’t manage to move, couldn’t do anything other than try to call him. You hadn’t noticed when Steve and the others came in until Steve took hold of your arm, his touch pulling you from your spot.

You looked to him, eyes wide and blown, feeling like you’d just been kicked back into your physical body.

“What are we doing?” you asked harshly. “What am I doing?” you said, frenzied before you turned and tried to make a move down the hall no one else seemed to be heading toward. His hold on you tightened, keeping you from going, stopping you easily.

“You need to go, we have to get you guys out of here,” Steve said sternly, concern swimming in his gaze despite his levelheaded presence.

“Are you- are you fucking kidding me?” you struggled in his hold. “Bucky is over there, what the fuck are we doing?! Let go of me! I know you have no problem leaving the people you claim to love to suffer and figure it out for themselves, but I can’t do that,” you seethed. “I’m not leaving him, get the fuck off, someone needs to go get him!

“And you and that stupid fucking camera, letting him go in by himself,” you turned on Sam, “where the fuck were you?”

You didn’t realize how much you were struggling to breathe as you fought against your friends to get past them, you didn’t realize how easily you were unraveling as you spiraled quicker and quicker the more time stretched on. It hadn’t been more than a minute or two but it felt like an eternity.

“He’s not answering, okay, he’s not answering so someone needs to go find him. We need to get him! Why are we just standing here! He could be hurt, or trapped, or - fuck!”

“I know. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving. But you are. You and you,” he eyed Yelena, “you two need to go. Bishop and Torres are at the first jeep - you guys need to clear the area. The less of us around to get hurt the better and there’s not much you can do.

But I promise you, I’m not leaving him. Okay? I swear,” Steve said as he stared into your welling eyes.

“You’re the last person I’d trust to keep a promise,” you bite harshly before being pulled away by Yelena. You didn’t fight her, though. A part of you knew Steve was right. There wasn’t much you could really do and the more people there were the more likely someone else would end up hurt, too.

Even still, when you got to the jeep, you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to make a break for the west end of the site. How could you possibly live with yourself if you didn’t even try to go in and help him?

Your attempt was futile, though, and soon you were sobbing into your hands as Joaquin drove you all back to the safe house.

As you stood there now, still pacing aimlessly, guilt washed over you. You could clearly recall the subtle recoil from Steve, the pain and regret in his eyes, at your words.

You knew he’d never forgiven himself for leaving Bucky, you knew a part of him could never, and you knew it was a low blow to bring up, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care in the moment. You wanted him to remember. You needed him to. Because he couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t just leave him there to.. No. He wasn’t.

That wasn’t even a possibility.

He couldn’t be.

He wasn’t.

You kept repeating it over and over again in your head as your eyes threatened to well anew.

He wasn’t.

He couldn’t be.

—

It was past midnight when you had finally taken a seat on the lumpy sofa.

Kate’s earlier attempts at getting you to sleep were useless and only ended with you growling at her to leave you alone.

She, of course, ignored your snarling and stayed on the couch, just watching you. Her sympathetic gaze was as irking as it was easing.

She didn’t really say much, knowing not to push you, but just her being there had you feeling less like you were drowning. She grounded you a bit.

But she couldn’t take the fear away.

You felt her shuffle closer to you when you finally sat down but didn’t turn until her arms were around you, pulling you in.

You let out a broken breath as you turned into her and returned her hug.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she murmured as she hugged you tighter. “He’s a supersoldier. And he has a vibranium arm. Odds are definitely in his favor,” she tried to lighten the mood.

When you didn’t respond, she pulled away slightly.

“Seriously,” she said as you pulled away from her, looking her in the eye, “we were watching surveillance while you guys were inside. Redwing, we think, set off whatever motion detector was set. He was a bit ahead of Bucky, so we know he wasn’t that close to the blast. The feed cut out, obviously, but.. I don’t know, I thought that’d maybe..help you.. feel better? I just-”

“No, I appreciate knowing that. Thank you. But honestly, I don’t think anything’s gonna help until I know for sure. Until he’s back here.”

The front door creeping open had both of you standing and turning at attention. You could almost feel your heart in your throat as your breathing stalled.

It was a perilous few seconds of nothing before Sam stepped inside.

He looked exhausted and worn and.. Solemn.

“Sam,” Kate edged gently.

There was a pit in your stomach as he looked between you and Kate for a moment before his gaze dropped and he shook his head.

A stunted gasp left Kate’s lips as your heart stuttered, eyes wide, your stomach dropping before the door was shoved open even more.

“Please, don’t get him started on that stupid bird again, for the love of god,” Bucky huffed as he walked in, trying to hide a slight limp before a smirk graced his face as he met your eye.

Everything seemed frozen in the moment you registered his voice and when your eyes met his you honestly thought for a second you were dreaming.

He was leaning against the open door, a relaxed smirk on his lips before he nodded to you, “What happened to you coming to save me, huh?”

You didn’t even register yourself moving until you crashed right into him, almost toppling Bucky over as you did. Your eyes were bleary with tears of relief as you sighed heavily, shakily in disbelief.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed as you crushed yourself to him even further, his solid arms holding you right back as you felt him press a kiss to your head.

“I was kidding, sweetheart. Don’t say you’re sorry,” he chided.

You pulled away from him, taking his face in your hands.

“You’re okay?” you asked.

“Always,” he answered, leaning closer to kiss you softly.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Steve challenged as he came in behind Bucky. “But give it a few days, I’m sure you’ll be good as new.”

You swallowed thickly as you looked at Steve, shame again coming over you, even more now as Bucky’s arms were around you.

You looked away, taking a steadying breath as you took Bucky’s hands in yours.

“You should sit,” you said as he let you lead him away from the door, allowing Steve to close it. “Or shower, maybe?”

“You gonna join me?” he asked, his flirtatious nature never faltering.

“Have some decorum, some of us are in mourning, jackass,” Sam gruffed as he walked through the living room.

“Oh, Sam,” you called, stopping him. You walked up to him, as sincerely as you could, “I’m sorry,” you offered gently before punching him as hard as you could manage in his arm.

“Hey, what the hell?” he said incredulously as he held his arm.

“You deserved that one,” Kate said as she came to stand next to him. “I really thought Bucky bit the big one for a second,” she chuckled, “I am sorry about Redwing, though.”

“Why are you sorry for a robotic bird, I’m the one who almost got blown up,” Bucky interjected.

“Almost being the operative word there. Redwing, on the other hand, did get blown up.”

“I’m not doing this with you again,” Bucky groused, walking past the living room to the bathroom on the other side of the stairs. “I am gonna shower, sweetheart. Would you grab my bag from upstairs?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll bring it to you in a minute.”

You watched Sam and Kate go upstairs but you were too caught up in your own mind to really pay attention to their conversation. You saw Steve about to make a move to follow them, looking tired and ragged himself.

You followed him, pulling his hand before he could make it up the steps.

“Hey,” you started. “Can we talk?”

He looked a little nervous, unsure, but nodded anyway.

“Sure,” he said, turning around to follow you.

You walked into the living room that was now empty before you turned to meet Steve’s eye.

“I am so sorry,” you apologized, voice thin as you tried to keep your emotions in check. “I don’t know why I- it doesn’t matter, you didn’t deserve that. It was uncalled for. And not true. And I am so, so sorry, Steve.”

“Tensions were high, it’s okay-”

“No, it’s not. It’s not okay. You’re his best friend, you would do anything for him. You love him. I know that, we all know that, and I never should have.. You did everything you could have,-”

“I didn’t—.”

“You did,” you insisted. “You did. And you and I both know he definitely wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you. You’ve put your life on the line for him countless times, and even if you do hold yourself accountable for the train - which you shouldn’t - your slate would’ve been wiped clean about six life saves ago,” you smiled lightly, earning a small smile from him in turn.

“He’d do the same for me. He has done the same for me,” he laughed softly. “‘M just glad he’s alright.”

“Yeah. Thank you. For getting him out. For being there for him. I went a little crazy when I thought he was hurt,” you looked down, ashamed at yourself.

“I can’t blame you. Been there before. But he’s okay. You’re okay. I’m okay. We’re all okay.”

You nodded, meeting his eye once more before you hugged him tightly, his own arms coming around you to return the affection.

“He’s more banged up than he’s letting on,” Steve said as he pulled away, “you should check on him. I’ll throw your bags down, you guys can take the room down here.”

“Thank you, Steve. Really,”

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled before heading back for the stairs.

As you made your way to the bathroom Bucky was occupying, you heard a low grunt followed by a hiss of pain. Knocking lightly, you gave him a second before you let yourself in.

The deep purple bruises that littered his torso had you grimacing for him sympathetically.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart, you know they’ll be gone this time tomorrow.”

“That’s not the point,” you argued, stepping in further, shutting the door behind you.

You walked up to him, lightly running your hand down his torso while pouting mindlessly.

His thumb found your lip as he pulled it down, getting your attention. “I’m fine,” he assured you.

“You could’ve gotten really hurt, Bucky. You could’ve died.”

“But I didn’t. I’m right here. Right where I want to be,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

You let your head rest against his chest as he held you, your arms finding their way around him.

“I was so scared,” you whispered pathetically, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that kind of fear before. I hated it.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured into your hair. You shook your head, brushing off his needless apology before you took a heavy breath.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” you confessed.

“You’re not ever gonna lose me, sweetheart. I’ll always find my way back to you,” he said softly, still holding you against him, “Always.”

A part of you wanted to argue the inevitable. One day, hopefully not one so soon, one of you would lose the other. That was life, wasn’t it?

But you couldn’t bring yourself to challenge him. It was nicer to believe that he was right. He’d always find his way back to you, and you would always find your way back to him.

Always.

You reached your hands up to gently rake your fingers through his hair. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Never been better,” he simpered easily, enjoying the feeling of your affectionate touch.

You dropped your hands to his shoulders before sliding them down his solid chest, your fingers soothing comfortingly along his skin.

“The truth?” you prodded quietly, flitting your gaze up to meet his brilliant blue eyes in a request for his honesty.

He was quiet for a second before he took a heavy breath, his hands finding and holding yours before he lifted one to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your hand. “The truth is, I’m gonna be okay,” he responded in earnest.

You allow your hand to cradle his stubbled cheek as you keep his loving gaze, finding comfort in the warmth of his eyes.

“Should we talk about it?” you ask, a little hesitant to bring it up, not wanting to let show how unnerved you were still feeling. And it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him when he said he was alright, but still you wanted to know exactly what happened, you wanted to know what he was going through back there. And selfishly, you knew you needed to know everything before you’d start feeling any kind of alright, either.

Bucky’s gaze softened even more at your question. Sam and Steve had told him you were worried, but he hadn’t realized how upset you really were while they were back there. Aside from being banged up by the blast and being trapped in the hallway he’d been in for a good while while Sam and Steve worked to get through the wreckage of the site to get him out, he really was okay. Especially when he knew you and everyone else were safe.

He didn’t feel the need to talk about it, but just from the look in your eyes he knew you did. So he didn’t have to think much at all before he answered.

“Yeah, we should talk about it,” he said, his hand on yours as you caressed his cheek. “Shower first?” he prompted, pulling you from your ever anxious thoughts.

You nodded, “Good idea.”

You turned to leave the slowly steaming bathroom as the shower continued to warm, but were stopped by Bucky the moment he realized you were going for the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m gonna grab your bag,” you laughed lightly, but not pulling away from his hold.

“You’re coming right back?” he questioned. “I was away from you for more than long enough already tonight, you can’t be gone too long.”

“I’ll be right back,” you tittered, a lightness returning to you the longer you were around him.

“You better be. If you take anything away from tonight, it should be that you’re not gonna get rid of me that easily, doll,” he smirked playfully as he let you go.

“I wouldn’t dream of even trying,” you said before leaning back in to kiss him softly. “You know I love you, Bucky, right? More than anyone, or anything, ever. You know that?”

“I do. But I don’t mind the reminder,” he smiled into another gentle kiss. “You know I love you more?”

You kissed him deeper at that, not realizing how much desperation was fueling you until you finally pulled away, leaving both of you a little breathless.

Your eyes were pinched shut as you tried to keep hold of yourself, pressing in close to Bucky once more.

“You can’t ever leave me. You can’t,” you whispered desperately.

Bucky’s light grip on your chin had you looking up at him, bleary eyes and a soft pout on your lips as you met his intent gaze.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I wouldn’t ever dream of it. I’ll always get back to you. I promise. Always.”

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