#the death and life of james b barnes

[amasterpieceofmadness]

museum – bucky b.

parings Bucky Barnes x reader

summary Bucky and you visit the museum as it won’t stop raining. As you are looking through the exhibition you stumble across an old picture of him and Steve…

warnings established relationship, mentions of Bucky’s past, fluff

word count 1k

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“I want to go to the history exhibition first” You announce as you take a close look at the museum plan.

Bucky just nods, giving you a soft smile “Sure, whatever you want, doll”

It’s been raining for 3 days and it’s getting really boring in the compound with not much to do there. So, Bucky had the idea to spend a day at the museum. And this is where you two are right now. You walk through the halls together, looking around curiously. The exhibition is impressive and Bucky’s hand rests at the small of your back as you look through the displayed items together.

As you enter the next room you find yourselves in an exhibition of World War 2. You take a look at Bucky, who is already looking around a bit stunned and speechless. “We can skip it, if you want” You suggest but Bucky quickly shakes his head.

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry, doll” he shoots you one of his handsome smiles and you return it as you both start to roam through the exhibit.

You are looking through some old medals and pictures displayed. As you are searching for Bucky you can find him in front of a showcase, so, you step closer to get a better look. “Is that…?”

“Yes,” Bucky nods “it is.” You are looking at the old uniform of none other than Captain America. It’s pretty different from the tactical suit Steve wears nowadays on missions. The one from back then is more like a suit for theatre, which is not surprising considering what he had to do at that time. The suit looks worn out a bit, the red and white stripes still bright though.

This part of the exhibition shows the life of Steve Rogers back than as a national hero. As you continue to admire the uniform Bucky looks around. He comes to a stop in front of a wall full of old letters and pictures. You come closer too and notice his changed expression. He looks deep in thought, a bit nostalgic and wistful even. He is looking at an old picture of young Steve right before going to war. Next to him is a young man with short dark hair, wearing the same military uniform as Steve.

“Is that… you?” You ask in utter disbelief. Bucky doesn’t respond, only gives you a short nod. He can’t tear his eyes away from this picture. Under it is a short description, quoting “Steven Rogers and his friend James Barnes, one day before departure, 1943. It is the last picture of James Barnes before his death 3 days later”. To say you are shocked is an understatement. Of course, for the world this soldier was just a number, lucky enough to be friends with Americas national hero, who died 70 years ago.

But he is still here, right next to you. You cannot believe that this is a picture of young Bucky. He must be around 26 years old on it. And even though you can see in his eyes that he has been through a lot since then, he still has the same cute smile. A wave of emotions rushes over you as you continue to look at this picture and the description. Their life was so differently, and yet, somehow they both ended up in a reality that shouldn’t exist for the both of them. And you don’t even want to imagine what they had to endure over all this time.

Your breathing starts to get shaky and tears dwell in your eyes. You then feel a hand on your shoulder, comforting you. It’s Bucky. He is no longer looking at the picture, his eyes are focused solely on you. There’s concern in his face. “What’s wrong, doll?”

You simply shake my head, taking a deep breath. You shouldn’t be the one who needs comfort right now. Instead, you should be the one who comforts him, as this is for sure not easy for Bucky. “Nothing” You give him a forced smile.

Bucky tilts his head, not believing you. “Don’t dwell on the past. I’m still here” He whispers the last part and pulls you into a soft hug. Your arms wrap around him immediately and you burry your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m still here…” He repeats his words, talking more to himself than to you, which shows just how much he is dwelling on the past right now, even though he tells you not to.

Before you pull apart Bucky presses a soft kiss to your forehead and looks into your eyes, still concerned. “Everything okay, doll?”

You nod and peck his lips with yours quickly. “Yes, how about you?”

His smile grows a bit. “Of course. If all those things didn’t happen, I wouldn’t be here with you now”

His words make you smile as well, and he takes your hand softly in his before you walk out of the exhibition together, taking one last look at the picture. You spend the whole evening sitting on the couch together in the compound, Bucky talking about his life before war, before Hydra, and you listen closely to every single detail. And even though not all memories are good ones, his infamous smirk returns to his lips every now and then.

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[gay-jewish-bucky]

Debunking the Claim that Bucky Barnes' Dog Tags "Prove He Cannot Be Jewish"

In 2021 and 2022, when discussing the fact that MCU!Bucky (henceforth referred to simply as Bucky) is based off of Arnie Roth, a gay Jewish man and Steve's childhood best friend, I received pushback from fans telling me that Bucky can't possibly be Jewish due to his dog tags; citing a behind the scenes picture posted by Sebastian Stan to his instagram story.

Transcription of the dog tags:

James B. Barnes (Legal Name) 32557038 (Serial Number*) T41 42 (Tetanus Immunization) O (Blood Type) R. Barnes (Next of Kin) 3092 Stockton RD (Address) Shelbyville IN (Location) P (Religion Marker)

*A serial number starting with a 3 indicated that the servicemember was drafted into the Army, it's important that we do not forget that Bucky didn't chose to fight.

During World War II the dog tags of American service members would have had one of the following regulation religion markers:

P for Protestant (the marker we see on Bucky's dog tags)

C for Catholic

H for Hebrew, this being the marker for 'Jewish'

NO (or left blank) for No Religion

For Jewish servicemembers fighting in Europe, being discovered to be a Jew by your captors–especially if you were captured by the Nazis–carried considerable risk and could mean the difference between life or horrific torture, experimentation and possibly even death.

Some Jewish service members, justifiably incredibly fearful of what could happen if they were found out, would either omit a religion marker altogether or, after getting their tags, would attempt to obscure the 'H' marker in some way so it could not be read by their captors.

While this saved some lives, it was not a perfect and fool-proof system, and we have no way of knowing how many times it failed.

In 1943, the year Bucky was drafted, the Army introduced a more official (and more widely adoptable, and thus widely adopted) option to protect Jews in its ranks:

Through the European Theatre of Operations United States Army, Jewish servicemembers could elect to have the 'H' marker for Hebrew on their dog tags replaced with a 'P' for Protestant.

This would offer Jewish servicemembers a more convincing layer of protection if they were ever captured by the enemy, because, unlike an obscured religion marker (or that lack of one) which could itself draw suspicion, a set of dog tags printed with a 'P' would be entirely indistinguishable from the dog tags worn by a gentile and would be less likely to draw suspicion.

Due to this option being made available to Jewish people serving in the United States Armed Forces, the 'P' marker on Bucky's dog tags not only does not definitively prove that he's really a gentile, in actuality its presence provides even further historical support in favour of him being a Jewish man.

Sources and Additional Reading:

Jewish GIs and Their Dog-Tags by Rabbi Akiva Males - Hakirah

A Star of David for Pvt. Benjamin Garadetsky - Jewish Telegraphic Agency (jta.org)

U.S. Army WW2 Dog Tags | WW2 US Medical Research Centre (med-dept.com)

Do You Know the History of the "Dog Tag" (jcveteranscouncil)

Beyond The Battle: Religion and American Troops In World War II (uky.edu)

World War II and American Jewish Identity

European Theater of Operations, United States Army - Wikipedia

Pride Month 2022, 40 Years of Arnie Roth and Michael Bech - Marvel Comics: The Queer History Behind MCU Bucky’s Backstory

J.M. DeMatteis, the creator of Arnie, confirming the character's use for MCU!Bucky

Full screenshot of Sebastian Stan's post of the dog tag

How to Decode a WWII US Army Serial Number | Amy Johnson Crow

[ed-recoverry]

List of free audiobooks on YouTube for anyone interested

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

Alice in Wonderland

Animal Farm by George Orwell

The Shadow Over Innsmouth by H P Lovecraft

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Hatchet by Gary Paulsen

Twelve Years a Slave by Solomon Northup

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

The Village by Caroline Mitchell

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (fuck JKR)

Sense & Sensibility by Jane Austen

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer

Upside Down by Danielle Steel

The Fiancée by Kate White

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Theif

Accidentally Married by Victoria E. Lieske

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

The Collector (book one) by Nora Roberts

The Lies I Told by Mary Burton

Dead Man’s Mirror by Agatha Christie

The Hobbit

The Taken Ones by Jess Lourey

The Good Neighbour by R J Parker

The Island House by Elana Johnson

Desperation by Stephan King

The Healing Summer by Heather B. Moore

The Last Affair by Margot Hunt

To Be Claimed by Willow Winter

Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

The Inn by James Patterson

Wonder by R J Palacio

Faking It With The Billionaire by Willow Fox

The Lost Years by Mary Higgins Clark

Forrest Gump by Winston Groom

The Janson Directive by Robert Ludlum

The Catcher in the Rye

The Lottery Winner by Mary Higgins Clark

Where Eagles Dare by Alistair MacLean

Death of a Nurse by M C Beaton

Yours Truly by Abby Jimenez

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Sonnets by William Shakespeare

Frozen Betrayal by Clive Cussler

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Line of Fire by R J Patterson

Don’t Believe Everything You Think by Joseph Nguyen

The Remnant by Tim LaHaye

The Magic of Reality by Richard Dawkins

The Secret of Chimneys by Agatha Christie

Payment in Kind by J A Jance

The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Way of the Superior Man by David Deida

The Game of Life and How to Play It by Florence Scovel Shinn

The Richest Man in Babylon by George S. Clason

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

A Marriage of Anything but Convenience by Victorine E. Lieske

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

The Inheritance Game by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life

Thinking Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

The Kama Sutra by Mallanaga Vatsyayana

The Wisdom of Father Brown by G K Chesterton

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Robin Hood by J Walker McSpadden

The Poor Traveller by Charles Dickens

Days on the Road: Crossing the Plains in 1865 by Sarah Raymond Herndon

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Atomic Habits by James Clear

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Trading in the Zone by Mark Douglas

The Art of War by Sun Tzu

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson

The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

The Epic of Gilgamesh

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Man After Man

Five on a Treasure Island by Enid Blyton

The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane

Charlotte’s Web

Midsummer Mysteries by Agatha Christie

Out of Silent Planet by C S Lewis

The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle

Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton

The Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole

21 Lessons for the 21st Century by Yuval Noah Harai

Hamlet by Shakespeare

[sjsmith56]

Bucky Barnes, Deadpool and the TVA (or How I ended up inside the fourth wall)

Summary: A Bucky Barnes fanfiction writer finds herself in the same universe as the Thunderbolts* Bucky when she wakes up in his bed.

Length: 4.1 K

Characters: Unnamed and undescribed OFC, Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, Wong, B-15, variant of OFC, OMC (OFC’s husband)

Warnings: some sexual innuendo, naked horny Bucky, no smut (sorry)

Author notes: Just a silly story that I pulled from somewhere in my mind. The part about the OFC and her husband seeing the new Deadpool movie at a matinee was based on real life.

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The blank page stared at me.  It wasn't blank five minutes ago, but I read what I wrote, and didn't like it, so I deleted it and then I was looking at the page again.  We met before, you, the reader and me, the writer.  I sought help from the very reason I write, Bucky Barnes.  The writing gods first sent me World War II Bucky, a sweet flirty guy who was still interested in the stories I wrote.  The version that appeared to me was from before Azzano and before the train; that dreadful transport of death that changed his whole life in a moment.  Then they sent me the Winter Soldier, the dark brooding villain ... I know, he was more than that, but that was HYDRAs use of him.  He was their Fist, brutally carrying out assassinations on targets they assigned him.  Relentless and frightening in his attention to his task he was still a sight to see; that tall, dark-haired muscular menace and the way he strutted towards his target.  No hesitation, no regrets and totally the object of many fantasies.  I still got warm thinking about the ones I read about, never mind wrote.  On that day, it was Falcon and the Winter Soldier (FATWS) Bucky who came to my rescue.  It was him as he was portrayed at the end of the series, seemingly in a place where he felt at home in Delacroix, becoming part of Sam Wilson's family as their adopted uncle.  That Bucky sat with me, helped me through my writer's block, and even gave me an idea for a Black Widow smut piece that was a gift to my husband.  Before he left, he said he would always be there for me.  At the time, he probably meant it.  Then there was a disturbance in the Force.

Wrong franchise, I know, but how else to explain how things seemed to go a bit sideways?  There were the What If? episodes, that displayed Bucky as the sidekick to Captain Carter.  Those was okay, then he was more of the dark brooding long-hair version of Wakanda Bucky in a zombie wasteland.  At least we got to see a cartoon version of him in the shower, from the waist up.  Wasn't quite enough to quench the fandom's thirst for him but it was a start.  Don't even get me started on the Guardians of the Galaxy Christmas special where Nebula appeared with Bucky's vibranium arm, opening a whole can of worms over whether it was funny (not to me), cute (seriously stealing Bucky's arm is cute?) and canon (no, James Gunn, it wasn't canon to me).  Yes, I'm changing the tense in the middle of a paragraph by telling you to don't @ me if you're a believer in any of the three above.  To me, all three of those scenarios were just wrong.  I got emotional then and I still do.

I wrote since then, some AUs, lots of one shots as I explored that format, several short fiction pieces of less than 50,000 words, and a couple of long ones.  It was going well, then they brought out the Captain America 4 announcement that Bucky wouldn't be in it (what?) and the Thunderbolts* announcement that Sam Wilson wouldn't be in that (seriously?).  Why did they get us to invest our time and interest in a six-part series about these two men forging a deep friendship if they had no intention of continuing it in their movies?  The rumours about Bucky in this upcoming movie littered the pages of tumblr and Twitter (sorry / not sorry X); things like Bucky regressed mentally and emotionally, he and Sam had a falling out, he became a congressman, or he went to work for Val de Fontaine so that he didn't lose his pardon. 

Why would they do that to Bucky?  Let the man have a fucking life.  As you could see I got emotional about it.  On that particular day I decided to have a nap and clear my mind, then it all changed.

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"Hey, sweetheart."  I could hear the voice, then I felt a cold hand around my waist, reaching up under my T-shirt.  Jerking away and turning around I found myself in bed with Bucky Barnes, beefy Bucky, with the bad haircut shown in the leaked preview of the Thunderbolts*.   "There she is."

He had no shirt on, and I found it hard to look at him, then opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.  I noticed the smirk on his face, which made me feel warm, like really warm, the way the writers of Bucky smut describe it; a warm pool forming in my core, between my thighs, deep in my ....  What happened to me?  Where was I?

"You okay, doll?  You have a nightmare?"  His hand cupped my jaw, as he rubbed his thumb on my cheek.

"You're Bucky," I said, still frozen in place, because let's face it, it's not everyday you find yourself in bed with your romantic fantasy.

"Last I checked," he answered, licking his lips then running his hand over the beard he grew since he was in FATWS.  "You're my wife."

I pulled away from him, aware that he might not have anything on at all.  He looked at me funny.

"You seem different.  Tell me you're not a multiverse version of you that's been dropped here."

"I don't know," I answered, pulling the sheet up to cover my front since I realized I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples were doing something that was a little disconcerting.  "Am I a writer?  Are we married?  Are you working for Val de Fontaine?"

He laughed, showing those beautiful white teeth, then he leaned close, gently pulling down the sheet and began to nuzzle my neck, making me feel all sorts of things.

"No, yes, and no," he answered.  "Come here."

I pulled away so far that I fell out of bed and sat there on the floor with him looking over the edge at me with a decidedly perturbed expression on his face.  With only panties on underneath that T-shirt I pulled on the sheet, so I was covered again.

"What's got into you?"

"What's my name, Bucky?"

"Sweetheart, sunshine, baby girl, darlin' and my personal favourite, doll."  He was resting his head on his hands, looking at me in a way that was definitely more friendly than I was comfortable with.

"Those aren't names, they're terms of endearment," I answered.  "I am married but not to you and you're supposed to be an Avenger, with Sam Wilson."

"Really, just who are you married to and what is your name?" he asked, in a flirting manner.  "Gotta say, sunshine, this role-playing thing could be fun."

I told him my husband's name and my name.  "I shouldn't be part of the multiverse because it's not real.  It's fiction."

He laughed, then saw I wasn't laughing and frowned.  Angry Bucky alert.  "You have to be from the multiverse.  If you're not, where's my wife?  Why do you look and sound like her?"

I raised my hands up.  "I don't know where she is.  I look like her because I write fanfiction of you, and I picture myself in the original female character's role.  She usually becomes your love interest.  But I had writer's block because Marvel has been messing around with your portrayal and not giving out much information of how they've changed your character.  It was bugging me, so I took a nap, then woke up next to you."

"Who's this Marvel guy?  Do you think he knows where my wife is?"

He didn't know about the fourth wall, was definitely angry and all I could think of was that he looked just as angry now as he did in that leaked Thunderbolts* footage.

"Marvel's not a guy, it's a corporation that owns the copyright to your character."  I winced as I explained it to him, knowing he wasn't liking it.  "You're not real, Bucky.  You're a fictional character from the comics and the movies they made from it.  But you know this already.  I've spoken to you in your World War II persona, your Winter Soldier persona and from when you and Sam fought the Flag Smashers.  That's called your FATWS era."

I started to explain what the letters meant but he just glared at me, so I stopped.  He pulled away from the edge of the bed and got out on the other side, naked, and I did stare, I'll admit it.  God, he had a nice ass and the rest of him from the back was... wow.  Then he turned to face me, and I looked everywhere but there. 

"Get dressed," he ordered.  "You're taking me to this Marvel place and I'm going to get my wife back."

"It's not as easy as that," I replied.  He stared at me, his arms crossed defiantly in front of him while he was still showing everything the serum gave him.  I focused on his face, but it was so hard ... not that, you know what I mean.  "If this is a multiverse incursion then there might not be a Marvel in this universe and even if there was it wouldn't be possible to just walk in there.  We have to find Dr. Strange.  He's the only one who can do anything."

"Fine," he said, "but you're still coming with me.  Now get dressed."

Holding the sheet around me I approached the walk-in closet, but he was still standing there, naked, in all of his glory and he smelled so good when I slid past him to see what was available for me to wear.  Then he was right behind me, practically pressing himself into me and I had to focus, wondering if I had ever written this much raw physical sexuality into my versions of Bucky but it was difficult to concentrate with him so close. 

"You having problems, baby girl?" he asked, his lips so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath making me moist. 

"I don't know what to wear," I mumbled, still painfully aware of his naked body this close to me and I was really only separated from him by a sheet. 

"We're going on the motorcycle," he said.  "Jeans, T-shirts, and leather jackets."

"Right," I answered, hastily going through the sexy dresses, the long gowns with the thigh-high slits, the almost obscene lingerie, but there were no jeans or T-shirts.  "Um, where are they?"

"In the drawers," he grunted.  "Don't you have drawers in your universe?"

"Yes," I snapped.  "Could you stand further away from me?"

"What's the matter, darlin'? Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"This close to me while naked, yes."  I rolled my eyes, which he must have heard because he huffed, but he did move away, and I was able to get out of that small space.

Quickly, I located the drawer that had jeans and pulled them on.  They were tighter than anything I ever wore but somehow, I got them on.  The bra selection left a lot to be desired as most of it was see through and really didn't offer much support.  I must have made a noise while I was searching for something more modest because he was suddenly beside me.

"Having a problem, sweetheart?  Don't see anything you like?  My wife loves all the lingerie I buy for her."

"It's not my style," I answered.  "Doesn't she have something that covers more?"

"Sports bra," he answered.  "Bottom drawer."

I pulled it open, thankful to find an assortment of sports bras.  Pulling one out I started to take the T-shirt off that I woke up in then became aware of his eyes on me.  Turning around I was startled to see him reclining on the bed, propped up on one elbow, fully clothed, with his booted feet hanging off the bed.

"Do you mind?"

"No, I don't mind at all," he smirked.  "Don't let me stop you.  I've seen it all anyways."

"But you're married.  Wouldn't watching me get dressed make your wife angry?"

He grinned in an almost wolfish manner.  "We have an understanding."

"What?  The Bucky's I write are monogamous.  Are you polyamorous?"

The grin became a broad smile as he looked me up and down.  "If the occasion arises.  Gotta say I'm curious to see if you have the same appetites as my doll."

"Out!"  I wasn't in the mood for this.  "Right now.  Go downstairs and get your motorcycle ready."

Slowly, he slid off the bed, then approached me, backing me up to the dresser, while looking at me in a way that gave me thrills at the same time as setting off all sorts of warning bells in my head.

"You sure, sunshine?"  His fingertips grasped a tendril of my hair, as he twirled it slightly.  "I could definitely make you ...."

"Out," I repeated.  "Please stop this."

He backed up, suddenly respectful of my space.  "Since you said the magic word, I'll wait downstairs for you."

Just like that, he was gone, and I quickly got the sports bra on, then a clean T-shirt.  I pulled on some socks and found some boots, sliding them on.  With a quick run through of my hair with my fingers I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, wondering what I had done to get into this predicament.

He was waiting on his motorcycle for me, with a helmet in hand.  As I stood there, he placed it on my head, adjusting the chin strap then nodding his head in approval, before putting his on.  I slid on behind him, grasping him at the waist.  His voice came over a Bluetooth speaker in the helmet.

"You okay, darlin'?  Have you ridden a motorcycle before?"

"I'm good.  My husband has one and I've ridden with him.  Where are we going?"

"The Sanctum Sanctorum," he said.  "Might as well go straight to Dr. Strange."

Suddenly, we were there, pulling up to an open parking spot in front of the headquarters of the Masters of the Mythical Arts in the middle of Greenwich Village.  This was definitely a unique universe, as we skipped over the long motorcycle ride from Brooklyn, then the frustration of finding any sort of parking.  Striding over to the door, Bucky rang the bell, and we were ushered in by an acolyte to where Dr. Strange was drinking a cup of tea and Wong was standing there wringing his hands.  Before we could even say anything the two men looked at me, then at each other, then at Bucky.

"Where did you find her?" asked Wong.

That wolfish grin briefly appeared again on Bucky's face.  "In my bed.  Says she's not my wife, so where is she?"

"That is a good question," said Strange, placing his teacup on the table and approaching me, assessing me in a way that was a little disturbing.  "Well, this explains a lot.  You're from the real world, aren't you?  Beyond the fourth wall."

"Yes, I guess.  I'm a fanfiction writer and was taking a nap.  When I woke up it was next to him."  I pointed at Bucky.  "The thing is, he's nothing like the Bucky Barnes character that I write about."

"What's different about him?" Strange's one eyebrow was higher than the other.  It was one thing seeing it in the movies but another thing seeing it in person.  "Is there a problem with my face?"

"No, no.  The biggest difference is that the Bucky's I write are monogamous and this one is polyamorous."

"And?  That's a problem?"

I became aware that I was in the middle of all three men, and they were looking at me as if I were lunch, served on a platter just for them.

"Stop!" I barked.  "Yeah, it's a problem, okay?  Is this a polyamorous universe?  Because I'm not!  I'm married to one man, and I want to go back to him.  Please, you must find a way to get me back to where I belong."

Wong backed away from me first.  "She's right.  Consent is still required in this universe.  Plus, with her being from beyond the fourth wall we could really hurt her.  She's actual flesh and blood ... we're fictional characters."

Dr. Strange backed away, returning to his cup of tea.  Bucky, well, he just sprawled on a couch as if he had always lived there.

"Tell me about what you were doing before you slept," said Strange.

I told him about the physical changes to Bucky's appearance based on the leaked preview of Thunderbolts* and how the fandom was worrying about his portrayal, and the fact that after a six part series of him and Sam becoming friends Marvel just casually split them apart into two different movies as if the other didn't even exist. 

"You care about him," said Strange, his voice neutral.  "You want him to be happy."

"Well, yeah," I replied.  "The man lost everything that mattered to him and was tortured for 70 years, experimented on, and forced to become a killer for a gang of authoritarian thugs.  My thing, my contribution to fanfiction is that Bucky gets a happy ending."

"Sweetheart, I have that," said the super soldier, from where he sat on the couch.  "I admit that I am fucked up, but my wife makes me happy and her interest in our extramarital activities is the same as mine.  Yet, you treat me like I'm some sort of deviant."

"No, it's not that."  I sighed.  "Other writers see you in this way and that's fine; that's their thing and lots of people read them and enjoy them but I guess I just like you better when you're monogamous, kind and gentle.  To someone like me, this version of you is a bit scary and overwhelming."

"That's fair," he murmured.  "You look like my wife.  Does your husband look like me?"

"No, not at all," I smiled.  "He's shorter, balding, not as fit.  But he loves me and he's faithful, kind, and gentle.  He beta reads my stories, and I even wrote a Black Widow smut piece just for him.  I think he imagines me as his Black Widow sometimes."

Bucky grinned, then nodded his head approvingly. 

"Do they break the fourth wall in this Thunderbolts* movie?" asked Wong.

"I don't know.  It hasn't come out yet and there's been very few previews of it.  I think the only Marvel character that breaks the fourth wall is Deadpool.  His movie with Wolverine just came out recently and is making a ton of money."

Both Dr. Strange and Wong perked up.  "Deadpool?  As in Wade Wilson?"

I nodded.  "Yeah, he's fully aware in the movies and comic books that he's fictional.  He often breaks the fourth wall."

My voice tapered off.  Was I here because of Deadpool?

"Sunshine, have you seen the movie?" Bucky was also sitting upright.

I nodded my head.  "My husband and I went to see the matinee just a few days ago."

A green glow emanated from the time stone as Dr. Strange went to wherever he went when he activated it.  Wong watched him carefully as did Bucky.  Then the Supreme Sorcerer stopped his permutations and gazed at me.

"The Time Variance Authority are in this movie," he stated.  "I have a feeling they're involved in this.  But why they would take someone from the real world and place them here is a mystery to me."

Suddenly a TVA portal opened in front of us, and B-15 walked out followed by me, at least a version of me, wearing only a T-shirt and panties.  Bucky jumped up from the couch.

"Doll? Is it you?"

"Oh Daddy, I was so afraid," she cried, as he wrapped his arms around her.  "I woke up in a cell and didn't know how I got there, and ...."  She noticed me.  "She's me."

"I'm sorry," said B-15, looking at me.  "A terrible mistake was made.  Beyond the fourth wall is usually forbidden to our hunters but when you went to see the Deadpool movie your presence was noticed in the theatre with your Bucky variant."

"Wait, my husband is a Bucky variant?"

The leader of the TVA smiled.  "Well, yes.  It's why you write Bucky Barnes fanfiction.  You see him as Bucky and yourself as the original female character.  You don't have to look alike to be a variant.  It's just that you're kind of the model for the OFC in your own universe where you draw your inspiration from.  It's supposed to be a private universe and off limits to the TVA.  Unfortunately, one of our hunters didn't understand that.  He removed Mrs. Barnes here as an illegal variant and installed you as the original in this universe.  He has been sent for judgement and won't be in a position to do that again.  We are also making sure all of our hunters are aware that the Bucky Barnes fanfiction that you write and read in your own private universe is just that, private, at least to us."

"So how do we get this Mrs. Barnes back to her universe beyond the fourth wall?" asked Dr. Strange.  "I have the feeling it's beyond my capabilities."

B-15 smiled at him.  "It is but not beyond mine.  As soon as she's ready to go I'll open a portal back to her universe."

It sounded simple and like many movies, a little bit of a quick fix, but I wanted to go back so I wasn't going to question it.  Wong smiled at me.

"Good luck on the next one shot," he said.

I nodded at him, then Dr. Strange looked at me in that superior way he sometimes had.  "I knew there would be a logical solution."

"Right."

Bucky was next, his wife already wearing his leather jacket.

"Oh, this is yours," I said, starting to take the one I had off. 

"Keep it sweetheart, as a souvenir," he smirked.  "Say hi to your husband for me.  Tell me something.  The lady there said something about the fiction you read.  Does that mean you do read the polyamorous stuff, since you ended up in my bed?"

I sighed as I hated being put in a position of agreeing.  "Every so often one captures my eye," I admitted.  "Doesn't mean it's something I'm interested in trying."

"If you say so."  He glanced at his wife with affection.  "You came through for me.  I appreciate it."

I looked at B-15.  "I'm ready."

She nodded at the others, then punched a few buttons on her TemPad.  A portal opened and I walked through it, then felt the touch of my husband's hand on my shoulder as I was still on top of the bed.

"Honey?  Wake up."

I sat up, saw my husband, and felt a rush of affection for him.

"Sorry, I took a nap, and I guess I was more tired than what I thought."

"No worries," he smiled.  "Um, did you go shopping today?  Is that a new jacket and jeans and boots?"

I was still in the other Mrs. Barnes' clothing.

"Yes?" I answered, tentatively.

He smiled and nodded his head appreciatively.  "I like them.  Makes you look hot.  You should wear stuff like that more often."  Offering me his hand, he helped me up.  "What do you think of taking a ride on the bike and going to a diner for dinner?  My treat."

"Sounds like a plan," I answered.  "Just let me freshen up a little."

When I got outside my husband was already waiting on his Vespa.  I know what you're thinking ... a Vespa is not a motorcycle.  Maybe not in the traditional sense but it is what we have and it's a lot of fun.  I still get to wrap my arms around my husband's waist and maybe he doesn't have a hard body like Bucky Barnes, but he's all mine and I don't have to share him with anyone.  Besides, now that I know he's a Bucky variant I understand how he knows what I like between the sheets, if you get what I mean.  When I do write smut, I'm writing about my Bucky, the one I live with in this universe, beyond the fourth wall.

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[sapphirerogers]

Thought I had after reading a bunch of headcanons from @16woodsequ

I think the greatest tragedy of Steve Rogers' life is not the pain he suffered as a child, or the abuse from his father, or the grief of losing people or the tiredness of always having to fight.

The greatest tragedy of Steve Rogers' life is everyone around him knowing him, but simultaneously also ignoring him. Yes, Captain America is famous, he's admired/hated (depends on where you're standing). He's talked about often, asked for advice and leadership, he gets privileges too.

But no one really knows him. No one knows just how hurt he is. How *lonely* he is. How distrustful he is. How anxious and scared he is. No one bothers to find out either.

There's a reason he wanted someone with shared life experiences. Nat may try to get to know him, sympathise with him. Sam - bless his soul - tries his best but even as a veteran himself, he can't really understand everything about Steve Rogers, because a) he hasn't witnessed Steve's entire life, and b) Steve is extremely reserved, both by nature and out of trust issues.

As for everyone else, his teammates aren't nearly close enough to him, and everyone else simply doesn't care.

Everyone knows Captain America but not a single soul knows, or cares about Steven Grant Rogers.

Except...

Except for maybe that one boy who stuck with him and fought off the bullies and patched him up later. The boy who grew up with him and watched him grow up while tackling everything life was throwing. The boy who later on became the man who followed him into the jaws of death (quite literally). The boy who, as far as Steve knew, was now at the bottom of an abyss in the Alps. The boy who he had nothing left of, except dog tags and his own faded pencil sketches.

The boy whose name was James Buchanan Barnes.

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it's not the end of the world (but you can see it from here) [Teen, 11/11, 56k] written by @abovethesmokestacks art by ABrighterDarkness (@alwaysabrighterdarkness)

He opens his mouth, tries to explain, to tell him. Nothing comes out. Bucky looks at him. An unforgiving hand wraps around his throat and squeezes tight. Steve wakes with a start, and his hand flies first to his throat, then to his chest, to feel the strong beat of his heart. Outside, Brooklyn is a sea of neon, a pulse that is syncopated, uneasy. Nightclub beats and horror screams, all of life’s pleasure and the barrel of a gun where you never hear your death coming for you.

Need to Know [Teen, 10/10, 25k] written by @leavinghopeao3 art by @rufferto9

Haunted by memories and driven by instinct, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson discover the truth about the disappearance of Steve Rogers.

5 Times the Avengers caught a glimpse of the man behind the mantle… + 1 time they saw too much [Mature, 2/6, 2k] | WIP written by @mslaevateinn art by @reebmiester

The general public often doesn’t know how to differentiate between someone and their personna. They think they know celebrities. Aware that Steve isn’t the person described in books after a few years spent working with the man, the Avengers thought they had figured him out. But the man is full of surprises and they may just discover they don’t know their leader so well after all.

Burning Eyes Like Stars [Teen, 2/?, 6.5k] | WIP written by gingertintedglasses (@murderonthemattress) art by @koreanrage

Steve is tasked with training a three headed dog, that isn't exactly a dog, for a man who isn't exactly a man. But he'll get his mother back. Sam knows better. So does Carol. Steve can't turn away from his one chance to have his mother back, or the lure of the being who offered him the opportunity. A magical realism Stucky fic, loosely based on the myth of Hades and Persephone.

Happy Accidents [Explicit, 11/11, 32k] written by @controlofwhatido art by @Auntiesuze

Bucky sleeps with one superhero one time and now he’s pregnant. Fuck. Good going, James B. Barnes. One unmated omega father, coming right up. Top that off with his metal arm and he’s really going to be an outcast.

I Will Hold You [Mature, 1/4, 1k] | WIP written by @ralsbecket art by @VexedBeverage

Kissing Steve tasted like tears and cheap wine, and even though he shouldn't, Bucky just wanted to hold him and piece him back together.

rough edges [Mature, 6/6, 33k] written by @sparkagrace art by @burnin-brighter

Olympic ice dancers Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have never gotten along. Closeted Steve is in a showmance with his partner Maria as America’s sweethearts, while Bucky and Natasha are the lethal Russian pair whose technical mastery on ice is unrivaled. Now they will all be traveling around America on the Stars on Ice tour for the next two months, which sets Steve on edge in ways he didn’t quite expect.

Hair today, gone tomorrow [Explicit, 1/1, 20k] written by @neonbat666 art by @mxaether

Steve loses a bet that makes him question his choice of friends. Full-body hair removal, and considering he's a decently hairy guy, he isn't looking forward to it. His roommate refers him to someone he goes to so it isn't like Steve has to worry about it being weird. Right? He even gets a discount for letting the guy record the session for training purposes, which yeah, kind of freaks him out, but he doesn't want to break the bank fulfilling Sam's sadistic bet either.

Private Dancer, Public Shame [Explicit, 1/1, 10k] written by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy art by HeyBoy

Bucky Barnes has been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember, but Steve Rogers can be a little clueless. He can also shake his booty like no one else. When they spend a night out at a local karaoke bar, Steve’s dancing convinces Bucky he needs to finally confess how he feels. It’s too bad he does it in the most inopportune way.

I Will Hold You Forever [Gen, 1/2, 6k] WIP written by @elemental1025 art by @rufferto9

Steve has a plan, sort of. It involves a ring and a question. But a big purple alien tries to get in the way. Steve doesn’t like bullies though, so that won’t stop him for long.

Whatever Tomorrow Brings [M, 2/?, 14.7k] | WIP written by @mariknickerbocker art by @burnin-brighter

He’d thought he’d seen everything in his near-century of life, but this, this shit took the cake. Aliens he could handle; that wasn’t the problem. The problem he was having was this farce of bringing Captain America back from the dead. He didn’t have many memories of his life before Hydra and the Red Room, but he did remember that the Sentinel of Liberty had been worth more than just a PR stunt to some people. The fact that SHIELD would stoop so low was infuriating. Not that he really cared, he left the agency years ago, and Barnes no longer had a dog in this fight. Or at least that’s what he thought.

better to speak or die [Mature, 14/14, 69k] written by emilywithoutY / @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place art by @VexedBeverage

Summers in C. are as endless and hazy as when they were kids. All James wants is to play his part well enough that his mother stops looking at him with that twist of regret in her smile. The only thing to break the sun-soaked monotony is the arrival of the new summer intern. While the rest of the household—and half the village—fawn over Steve Roger’s movie star looks and understated charm, James finds him aloof and his polite interest near unbearable. But as they collide in vulnerable moments, the sparks of frustration ignite something neither has the power to stop. Do you think Jonathan understood what happened that day David first stepped into his father’s court?

Thanks for the memories [Gen, 1/1, 11k] written by @hkandi art by @rufferto9

When Bucky was captured by HYDRA in Italy, he was given a full dose of the serum, not a partial. He’s nowhere to be found when Steve rescues everyone from that base, though Steve’s gut says his best friend is still alive, somewhere, somehow. As he and the Howling Commandos move through Europe, word surfaces of a lone HYDRA soldier stalking the allied forces, a lone soldier dressed in black and with unheard of strength. Unheard of, other than for their own Captain. But as Bucky, now the Winter Soldier, turns his attention to following Steve’s group, memories come back to his mind, and a face is far too familiar. What does this mean for Bucky, and can Steve figure it out in time to try to help him?

The Same River, Twice [Gen, 1/1, 4.8k] written by @burberrycanary art by Amoneth

Steve had meant to stay forever and didn’t last a year. He meant to return right back to when he left, but that doesn’t work out the way he planned either. Turns out a lot can happen in nine months. — Steve didn’t need his first month back to make him aware of just how many degrees forgiveness comes in, but some lessons feel new each time. Getting a text from Sam asking him to Delacroix for the weekend feels like one tick closer and Steve’ll take it. He’s texting back when Sam adds, Bucky will be there. And Steve? Steve’ll take that, too. A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky Endgame fix-it where a lot needs fixing.

[holylulusworld]

Deep Abyss (5)

Summary: The Winter Soldier smelled something divine, and no one would stop him from having his omega.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Brock Rumlow

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, angst, true mates, male omega, hostage situation, implied (unnamed) characters death, dark!fic, fluff (kinda), forced cuddling, scenting

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Deep Abyss (4)

Brock slowly chews the food the soldier gave to him. His eyes are on the man, taking him away from everything he has known so far. Whatever the soldier is up to, Brock wants to know about his captor’s plans before he can set his plan into motion.

“Eat up. You need to get your strength back.” Slowly stepping toward Brock, the soldier hums in approval. Brock is eating like a man starving. “I’ll get more food soon. For tonight, we need to sit the rain out. It’s no good for you to go out there, with your lungs still full of the gas.”

“I should go back. You are faster without me,” Brock tries to convince the soldier to let him go. “Maybe I can distract them long enough for you to escape.”

“There is nothing there for you,” the Winter Soldier steps toward the bed to take the empty plate and glass out of Brock’s hands. “I burned it to the ground.”

Brock gasps. He had hoped to go back to his life if managed to escape the soldier. If he’s the sole survivor, he’s branded as a traitor. He clenches his jaw. The man in front of him destroyed his life and wants him to be his obedient omega. Brock would rather die than give in to the alpha.

“Why did you ruin my life? I was nothing but kind to you. Whenever they wanted to let you starve, I brought you food!”

“I saved you because you’re different,” the soldier replies. “You’re my omega, and I couldn’t let them hurt you. I heard them talk about you, and your presentation. They called you a liability, and that they only keep you around, knowing you’re my mate.”

Brock sneers. He shakes his head, and huffs. “I’m no one’s mate. Stop reducing me to my presentation. Being omega never stopped me from beating the shit out of any enemy. I can take you down too.”

The Winter Soldier smirks. He loves the fire in his mate’s eyes. “I never said you’re weak,” he says and brushes his fingertips over Brock’s untouched mating gland. “I only ever wanted to protect you.”

Brock gets up from the bed. “You want to protect me?” He huffs. “You don’t even remember your fucking name. You brain-dead puppet! I’m not some doll you can dress up and play with!”

“My name is—” The Winter Soldier steps closer to grip Brock’s chin with his flesh hand. He tilts Brock’s head to get access to his neck. He sniffs at the omega’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply. “My name is James Buchanan Barnes.”

Brock’s eyes widen. If the soldier knows about his past, he’s done for. Only the brainwashed soldier would’ve followed his handler’s orders eventually.

“You remember. How?” Brock splutters. There’s no way the soldier got his memories back. It should be impossible. At least that’s what the scientists told him whenever he was worried about his safety.

“I told you that not everyone at the base worked for Hydra on free terms. They wanted to make money, and didn’t know what they’ll get themselves into.”

“Soldier, you need to let me go. I’m a high-ranked handler,” Brock tries again to make the soldier say he’s not going to make things easy for him. “Hydra will try to get you back, no matter what.”

“Stop calling me soldier,” the alpha growls. He nips at Brock’s neck, making the omega whimper. “You will call me Bucky from now on, or alpha. We left the past behind. I freed both of us so we can start anew.”

Clamping his mouth shut Brock glares at the alpha. He wraps the blanket a little tighter around his body as he starts to shiver.

“It’s cold.” His teeth shatter. “Where are my clothes and boots?”

Bucky smirks. “I gave you the nice dress. You should’ve put it on.”

“I’m not going to wear a dress,” Brock huffs. “I’m a man, not a doll you can dress up. If you want a woman, look for one out there. You’re free to do whatever you want to do.”

“I don’t want someone else,” Bucky releases a throaty purr. He pecks Brock’s neck before pulling away. “You should get some sleep now. I’ll make my rounds and check the surroundings. We can’t let one of them sneak up on us.”

Brock exhales sharply when the alpha leaves him alone. He still doesn’t know where his clothes are, or how to escape the alpha. All he can do for now is by his time and play along.

The omega turns toward the bed. He yawns and sits back down. If he must stay with the alpha, he must stay healthy and strong.

Brock lies down, he curls into a ball, and wraps the blanket tighter around his body.

“Omega?” Bucky nuzzles his face in Brock’s neck. He can’t believe the omega is finally in his arms.

Brock is wide awake. He stiffens in Bucky’s embrace but doesn’t dare to move or tell the alpha to get away from him. The alpha is warm, and Brock would do anything to get a little warmth tonight.

“You’re safe with me,” the alpha murmurs as he wraps his arms tighter around Brock. “Always.”

Part (6)

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[themculibrary]

Sub!Bucky Masterlist

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky, maria/sam, tony/pepper, clint/natasha, + more E, 305k

Summary: Steve's just moved back to Brooklyn after spending ten years in California trying to make a life for himself as an artist right after high school. Having escaped to the other side of the country following the sudden death of his mother, Steve feels guilty about abruptly leaving all his friends for so long, unfulfilled, scared and nervous about started college at his age, and unbelievably lonely. So when he meets Bucky Barnes, a young sex-worker, at a bar the night before his first day of classes, temptations might be too high to resist. 

One night paying for sex with the most sinfully gorgeous guy is nothing to brag to the papers about, huh?

S'not like he'll ever see him again anyway...

...Right?

Being In His Possession (ao3) - valiantlybold steve/bucky E, 57k

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is nineteen years old, and he is about to make what might be the worst decision of his short little life.

But little by little, he comes to like his new place of employment, as well as his employer. Well... Maybe a little more than just like.

Bucky Barnes and his Big Beefy Blonde (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: Bucky Barnes loves Big, Beefy, Blondes. What he loves most about Big, Beefy, Blondes is having no string attached sex with them. Until he meets a Big, Beefy, Blonde that just happens to be Steve Rogers -- Captain America who's only been declared alive a few months ago. 

This is one that could go down as Bucky's fuck of a lifetime. 

That's if he can avoid these pesky feelings that start showing up out of nowhere.

Collar Full of Chemistry (ao3) - 2bestfriends steve/bucky E, 188k

Summary: AKA a fantasy BDSM romance featuring heavy mutual pining, feelings denial, and enough kink to blackout a bingo card. We know what we're about, son.

We encourage everyone to read tags and notes. We want everyone to have a safe and happy reading experience! :)

Coming Home For Christmas (ao3) - Chiyume steve/bucky E, 118k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a good man. His friends have told him so on numerous occasions, but this might actually be more bordering on "stupid" rather than "kind". Because what else would you describe the act of inviting a complete stranger - and thief - into your home over the Holidays? Steve isn't quite sure what to call it himself, but fact is that when it comes to the case of Bucky Barnes, Steve's actually pretty okay with being referred to as an idiot, as long as it keep the other man safe. And to Steve's defence, it had all started out with such good intentions...

From You I Cannot Hide (ao3) - SailorChibi steve/tony, bucky/natasha, clint/phil M, 66k

Summary: Being a sub isn’t the worst thing in the world. Being a sub who doesn’t like pain, well. That’s just weird. A sub’s sole responsibility in life is to be anything and everything a dom wants, an open canvas for a dom’s brush, malleable and sweet. Obie taught him that, and that fear ultimately tears him and Pepper apart. So Tony hides his dirty secret and doesn’t sub for anyone now. But that doesn’t stop him from wanting.

give him something to believe in (ao3) - howdoyousleep steve/bucky E, 18k

Summary: “Hey, Bucky nice to see you. Sorry about this. Close the door?” The older man’s voice is professional, to the point. Bucky nods, closes the door behind him and then that professional voice changes, has a more of an authoritative edge when he purrs, “Lock it.” 

His Daddy Voice.

However Sweetly It May Storm (ao3) - KimchiKitty7 bucky/steve/tony E, 30k

Summary: After Civil War, Tony Stark is trying to pull his life together and deal with the betrayal and abandonment of his team. One night he goes upstairs to find Steve Rogers in his penthouse, and is ready to try his hand at throwing him out the window. But things aren’t always what they seem. Can they get it right this time?

if you're lonely wake me (ao3) - oh_la_fraise steve/bucky E, 6k

Summary: Their first date is objectively pretty great. But later, when Bucky comes after Steve slides inside him and slaps him on the ass, Steve knows this is going to be fun.

It's Our Pleasure (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight bucky/steve/tony M, 71k

Summary: Steve Rogers is not a typical Dom and Bucky is a Switch choosing to submit for his Captain. Together they have a love that breaks rules and flaunts expectations, and when they see a beautiful sub being mistreated by his Dom, Bucky and Steve break another rule and interfere.

Tony is a sub bound to Old World protocol-- seen but not heard, there for Ty's pleasure alone, regarded as half a person without his Dom--and Tony thinks that life is normal.

Or at least, he thinks its normal until he meets Bucky and Steve. 

Bucky has more freedom than Tony could imagine and Steve's only wish as Dom is to take care of his subs, and when both Dom and Switch fall for Tony, they make it clear there's room for him in their arms and hearts.

First they have to deal with Ty though, first they have to free Tony from an abusive Dom and a history of hurt, and that won't be easy. 

But Tony's ready. He's ready to move on and reclaim his life, ready to take a chance on something new, and ready to learn the beauty of willing submission with Bucky, and the truth of a caring Dom in Steve.

Keys To Your Kingdom (Holding On By A Thread) (ao3) - deathdropdontstop steve/bucky E, 54k

Summary: Steve is a phone dom as a side gig, and Bucky is one of his favorite clients. He does a great job not developing feelings for his clients, until he doesn’t.

Lessons Learned (ao3) - sadsongssaysomuch steve/bucky E, 39k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a retired Army Captain from Brooklyn who now runs a private security firm. He’s a charismatic public speaker and an intensely private man. 

His life runs on routine until he hires James Barnes, a reckless, conflicted man for his PR department. Steve takes an instant liking to him but struggles to help when Barnes’ careless ways begin to interfere with his job.

James Barnes is a man of secrets and he’s gotten good at hiding his traumatic past with his smart-ass attitude. When Steve approaches him about it, one thing leads to another and they end up having a drunken fling. 

However, Steve has his secrets too...

My Albatross Always With Me (ao3) - LolitaBlue steve/bucky E, 94k

Summary: When Bucky Barnes joins the Avengers team as a weapons developer, Steve Rogers doesn't like him very much. Their constant bickering leads to a fiery tension that everyone else wants to sort out. Steve and Bucky are too stubborn to admit why they don't like each other, until they're forced to reach a point where they can't deny the truth any longer. 

(A Modern!Bucky and Cap!Steve AU)

Never Someone Else (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Seventy years ago, Bucky Barnes was Steve Roger's registered submissive. Now, after becoming Captain America and the Winter Soldier, Steve and Bucky must figure out if they can still be each others Dominant and submissive. Or if they need to find someone else.

Orgasmus (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: It had always felt like his life was nothing but decision-making; what with work, taking out the dames, making ends meet all the time at home - Bucky was always expected to have the answers. That’s how society told him he needed to be. When he was at home, though, things were different. The second his shoes came off and that front door was closed, the only thing Bucky had always wanted was for someone to take care of him.

Not ‘someone’, not really. Steve. Bucky wanted Steve to take care of him.

Soft Target (ao3) - Hyperthetical, Riakomai steve/bucky E, 19k

Summary: Bucky and Steve reconnect after a mission gone wrong.

Sunlight on Still Waters (ao3) - cobaltmoony, sparkly_butthole steve/bucky E, 78k

Summary: Steve Rogers lives in a broken-down building in Brooklyn, shops at Whole Foods, and plays Captain America as necessary, adjusting to the twenty-first century as well as can be expected. He’s not looking for a sub, not actively, but when he stumbles - literally - upon his neighbor Bucky Barnes, that old spark lights up once more. 

But things have changed since Steve went into the ice. Society’s gone forwards in many ways, but not all, not by a longshot. And soon enough, he’ll have to play a hero of a different kind.

we are the things that we do for fun (ao3) - Nonymos steve/bucky, clint/natasha E, 35k

Summary: Going to a professional Dom may be one of the weirdest things Bucky’s ever done. Especially since this skinny Steve Rogers guy doesn’t really look the part. 

But hey, they might just find a way to make this work.

you're the fireworks flyin' on the fourth of july (ao3) - IamShadow21 steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve's got ninety-five years' worth of Bucky's birthdays to catch up on.

[ao3feed-sambucky]

i'm gonna stick to you boy

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43469472

by allcolorsoftherainbow

Day 7 of my SamBucky Christmas Romance Challenge

Based on the Tumblr prompt: “Character A can’t wrap gifts to save their life. Character B is their neighbor and can help.”

Words: 2761, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of SamBucky 25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Female Character(s), Steve and Nat mentioned

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Neighbors, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee Shops, bucky barnes is a lost cause, Anxious Bucky Barnes, Anxiety, Shy Bucky Barnes, Awesome Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson is a Gift, funny swearing, Christmas, Christmas Presents, Christmas Fluff, Implied/Referenced Character Death, for like one second but i wanted to tag it anyway, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Bickering, but very very light for their standards, Feels, Sweet, Acts of Kindness, Bisexual Sam Wilson, Cute Bucky Barnes, Blushing

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43469472

[thebrightestblack]

B A S I C S

Full Name: Sirius Black Nicknames: Siri, Padfoot Age: 25 Birthday: November 3rd Gender: Cisman Pronouns: He/him Sexuality: Pansexual, Biromantic Occupation: Auror

P H Y S I C A L I T Y

Eyes: Originally Grey which he enchanted to Dark brown Hair: Black Brown which he now cut short Height: 6’2" Build: Lean and toned Distinguishing Features: Neatly groomed facial hair, mischievous smile, dark eyes which he thinks suits him better, tall and excellent posture that can make him look imposing Personal Style: Dark sweaters, black button-ups with matching coat, a Black family ring with their crest, dark denim jeans, black boots, and occasionally still wears his leather jackets Faceclaim: Ben Barnes

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Zodiac: Scorpio MBTI: ESTP Enneagram: 7w8 (The Opportunist) Hogwarts House: Gryffindor — the Sorting Hat talked plenty of him being a Black and should be in Slytherin but it keeps on yammering on about something that doesn’t seem quite right if he is placed there. After two minutes and 41 seconds of deciding, Sirius was placed in Gryffindor and everyone was dead silent. Wand: 10" cherry with a dragon heart string, relatively flexible Patronus: Dog Boggart: His mother Dominant Hand: Left Character Aesthetics: Reverberating laughter, fixing muggle transportation and enchanting them, quiet naps at his study at grimmauld, flying with james before dinner on weekends, donning an apron to whip up breakfast, stacks of files on his office desk

B I O G R A P H Y

Sirius grew up knowing he's the next heir of the Black family. He was supposed to be the perfect child, the one to make the family proud. Before Hogwarts, he was the usual child who wanted to please his parents. For a time, he believed it all, they were the purest of all, the great House of Black. But then a glimpse here and there of the cruelty that the blood war inspires out of everyone inspired a doubt inside of him. Once he arrived in Hogwarts, he saw the other children who had different upbringing than him. He suddenly realized that the strict doctrine his mother had fed him all his life might not be true at all. Sirius knew he did his best to be the golden child they wanted him to be, it wasn't his fault the sorting hat placed him in Gryffindor. It sparked the rebellion in him. It wasn't him who chose it and yet he was the one that his parents blamed. Now that the war is over, Sirius is trying to get back to normalcy. With Regulus dead, he claimed back the title as the Heir of their family's wealth and possessions. He is still plagued with some memories of the war and wakes up with nightmares due to his grieve about his brother's death.

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One

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n L/n becomes Queen of Astoria not that she wanted to. Prince James of Winterfeld meets her and falls in love.

Word count: 2,216

Warnings: angst. fluff. death of a baby (not detailed) death by suicide.

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Y/n sat at the head of the table along with the members of the council as they all offered their condolences. She knew they weren’t happy that she was going to be their Queen and many of them had tried to push for their sons to marry one of the Kings daughters so that they could then sit on the throne. The late King always said no, and that it was Y/n’s duty as first born to sit and rule. He even took a councilman’s life when he wouldn’t drop the topic.

“Princess Y/n-“

“She is Queen now. Show your respect.” Carlson interrupted from his place at the wall.

“Sorry. Queen Y/n-“

“Now try saying it with less sarcasm”

Y/n smiled at Carlson before shaking her head, turning to the councilman. “What is it that you want to say?”

“Maybe you should marry your sister to my son-“

“The son that can not even wield a sword? I think not. If I was to marry my sisters off it would be to a man and not a boy. My father, your King has only just passed and you’re already talking about marriage? Please show some respect. Now, leave me alone.”

All the men stand, bow before leaving. Y/n sigh, looking at the papers in front of her - she’s now only regretting not paying attention to her father when he would drag her in the meeting room so she could learn for when she would take over, but instead she would sit there sulking until they would talk about a battle, it was only then she would be interested and giving pointers - not like any of the other men would listen to her.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Thinking about making you my Hand” she shrugged, giggling at Carlson’s facial expression.

“B-but Sir Jon has been your fathers Hand-“

“Fathers dead remember”

“Jon will not be happy”

“I do not care. You know what you are doing and there’s no one I would rather have by my side”

“I will never let you down. I give my word as you are my Queen-“

“Ugh, none of that please” Y/n sticks her tongue out to him as he winks.

They finally leave the room, Y/n rolls her eyes as Carlson stays a few paces behind her - not use to that happening for her yet, but if she was honest she doesn’t think that she would ever get use to it. Bidding her goodbye to Carlson she enters her chambers getting startled by seeing her mother sitting at the round table.

“Mother.” She bowed.

“Queen.” Her mother bowed too. “We need to talk.”

“Can it not wait? I’ve been with the council all day and I hate them.”

“Regardless if you hate them or not they are your council and no, this cannot wait. We need to talk about marriage.”

“You want to marry another? Mother, father has only been died for three weeks”

“No, your father was the only man for me-“

“Sadly he did not share your same view.” She knew it was a low blow to say that, especially since her mother never recovered from the betrayal of her father getting a second wife.

“Yes sadly. However, you need a husband, the kingdom needs a King.”

“No. No mother I do not need a husband. I cannot marry, you know this.”

Her mother sighs, taking her daughters hand in hers squeezing them lightly. “Your father did not mean that my starlight”

“But he did, and you know that. I will come up with an idea to keep you and my sisters safe and looked after, I promise.”

“But the kingdom…”

“I will rule on my own, I will not let you down I swear. Now, can I be left on my own? I have had a long day.”

“Please think on it, okay? And my starlight, you could not ever let me down.” Giving Y/n a kiss on her cheek, she bowed and left her daughters chambers.

*flashback*

“It’s a boy!” The maesters beamed as she put the crying babe on her Queens chest.

The second Y/n heard the sex of her new sibling a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, though the babe was only minutes old and the youngest of the Kings children he already was the most important out of them all, him being next in line for the throne. 

She wasn’t going to be made to be Queen!

Watching her father’s face lit up with such happiness and joy which is something he hadn’t shown when her three younger sisters had come into the world, she had to admit she was slightly envious of her brother.

Her father’s happiness only lasted a week, her mother’s screams awoke the whole entire castle when Y/n arrived to her parents chambers she saw her mother clinging to her babe with streams of tears falling freely down her reddened cheeks, her father standing there watching on - his own tears falling from his eyes. Not a week later the funeral was held for her brother. A week after that her father had told her mother that he was going to take a second wife in hopes to bore a son.

It was well known amongst the kingdom that the King did not love his second wife and only laid with her when it was time to conceive, but the kingdom also knew that their Queen was drowning in depression. Her babe died and her husband waited two weeks after their sons’ death to tell her that he was taking a second wife, everyone around felt sorry for her and openly admitted that they didn’t see the Kings second wife as Queen, something that Y/n’s step mother hated.

Another girl.

And another.

And another.

The King swore that the Gods were torturing him - he had seven daughters. Seven whilst his younger brother had five sons. It wasn’t fair. And like a true King he stomped his foot like a spoiled child being told no. After his seventh daughter was born he refused to lay with his second wife, and focusing all his attention and love on his first - his only love. With this, caused tension between the wives that the children were unfortunately subjected to witness.

Y/n had been ordered to the throne room by her father, he sounded pained in telling her that she was his successor. At first she believed it was because he knew the weight of the crown but then found out it was because she was a girl. A girl who was going to take over the throne once he passed. He wasn’t happy about that.

“B-but father, I-I do not wish to be-“

*present*

“Y/n! Y/n wake up!” Carlson grabbed a hold of her hand as Y/n’s arm swung out from under the pillow next to her with her trusty knife gripped tightly in her hand.

“Wh-what is it?”

“Your step mother… she’s taken her own life.”

“What? Where are my sisters? They-they weren’t the ones who found her, were they?” She questioned getting out of the bed, not even bothering to put any shoes on or her robes as she left her chambers.

“No, her lover and a servant found her.” Everyone knew that she had taken a lover once the King turned his back on her, he wasn’t even bothered just as long as she was happy.

“Mother?”

“She’s being told now, the same with your sisters.” 

The guards didn’t know where to look when they saw their Queen heading straight towards them in just her nightwear, they bowed and stepped aside. “Oh Gods. You silly woman! I was going to grant you to marry him and now look, you have left your children without a mother!” Y/n would admit she never cared for her step mother, always blamed her for her mother’s cries, pain and suffering. There was only one time when her step mother had her respect was when she stuck up for a thirteen year old Y/n. She thought maybe just maybe she wasn’t such a bad person. Two days after her father passing her stepmother had come to her and ask if she would grant her and her lover to marry, at the time Y/n laughed and waved her off, she thought it was a bit too soon to be asking something like that. But she was going to allow her stepmother that happiness.

“Y/n, is it… oh Gods!” Y/n turned around to face her mother as she stood in the doorway looking at the woman she once hated and in time became friends with. The one woman she trusted more than anyone to look after her children.

“You need to make sure the girls do not see this, I will take care of this personally.” Her mother nodded before leaving again.

Y/n asked Carlson to get a bowl of water and some cloths, made the guards take the lover to a different room, and told the servant - who was no older than fourteen - to go and get something to eat from the kitchens for herself and go to get some rest. The servant asked nervously if that she really meant that, Y/n smiled and nodded - already making sure that the girl had a few days off after coming across something so horrendous.

Taking the wet cloth and rinsing the excess water she began wiping away the blood, Carlson told her that he would take over but she just shook her head. Her father had told her to look after her stepmother and she failed. She was already a terrible Queen and failed her father and those around her.

“Y/n/n whatever thought you have in that head of yours, let it go.” Carlson spoke up from his place by the window, watching at the rain patted off the glass.

“How did you know?”

“I have known you since we were children, I know you better than you know yourself.”

“I have already failed him Carls-“

“No you have not! Do not speak like that, otherwise I will challenge you to a duel.”

“You would lose”

“You never know, I might win” she looked over to him and smiled. It was the only smile that she gave anyone that was genuine.

“I want you to pick out two of the most trusted guards to keep-“

“I have already done it my Queen, they are outside as we speak.”

“Thank you.” Getting up off the bed she looked down at her stepmother. “And thank you for everything. May you rest peacefully with the Gods.” Pulling the cover over her body. She bowed her head.

She could hear the cries of her sisters from down the corridor, her feet faltering as her heart aches for her little sisters, they had already lost their father and now they were going to be saying goodbye to their mother. Life was cruel sometimes. Truly.

When they tried to bow their head, she told them not to, she was their sister above anything. She clung onto them as they cried themselves to sleep.

“What is the meaning of this?” Smacking his hand on the table Sir Jon demanded, wanting to know if his ears were deceiving him or if the ��Queen’ had gone mad.

“Firstly, watch how you speak to me. Secondly I am making Carlson my Hand. Which part is lost on you?”

“He is a child! You have no right to do this!”

“He is the same age as me-“

“Exactly! A child!”

”Cut me off again and I will cut your tongue out, do you understand me? As Queen I can do whatever I decide, Carlson is the only person sitting at this table I trust.”

“You are not fit to be Queen-“

“Tell me something I do not already know. And whether you like it or not I am Queen, even my fathers trusted Hand could not talk him into marrying one of your sons to his daughters, though you did manage to talk him in to marrying another woman in order to bore sons, well look how that turned out.” She smirked at watching his face fall, no one knew that Jon had talked the late King into marrying a second wife, her father had told her one night when he had drank himself silly.

“I-I do not know what you are-“

“Yes of course not, do not fret Sir Jon it will remain our little secret. Now, does anyone else has a problem with Sir Carlson being my Hand?” When nobody said a single word she nodded. “Good. Now, my stepmothers funeral is today and I need to be there for my sisters.” Y/n stood and took her leave.

“Queen-“

“I have told you not to call me that when we are alone.”

“Sorry. Y-you called me Sir…”

“Yes, tomorrow I will give you your knighthood, something my father should have done”

“You are not doing this due to you being so in love with me, right?”

“So in love” she winked. He laughed before looking around, when the coast was clear he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest.

“I will always bend my knee to you my Queen.”

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This day in Classics of Rock…

March 28th

2013 - Hugh McCracken

American rock guitarist and session musician Hugh McCracken died of leukemia in New York City at the age of 70. He appeared on many recordings by Steely Dan, Donald Fagen, Billy Joel, Roland Kirk, Roberta Flack, B. B. King, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, The Monkees, Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel, James Taylor, Phoebe Snow, Bob Dylan, Carly Simon, Graham Parker, Eric Carmen, Loudon Wainwright III, Aretha Franklin, Van Morrison, The Four Seasons, Hall and Oates, Gary Wright and Andy Gibb. Because of such high demand for his work, McCracken declined Paul McCartney's invitation to help form his new band, Wings after appearing on his 1971 album Ram.

2000 - Jimmy Page

Jimmy Page accepted substantial undisclosed libel damages from a magazine which claimed he had caused or contributed to the death of his Led Zeppelin bandmate John Bonham. Page's solicitor, Norman Chapman, told High Court Judge Mr Justice Morland that the feature in Ministry magazine printed in 1999 claimed Page was more concerned with keeping vomit off his bed than saving his friend's life, and that he stood over him wearing Satanist robes and performing a useless spell.

1992 - Ozzy Osbourne

Over a $100,000 (£58,800) worth of damage was caused at The Irvine Meadows Amphitheatre, California, when Ozzy Osbourne invited the first two rows of the audience on stage. Several others took up the offer and the band was forced to exit the stage.

1976 - Phil Collins

Genesis began their first North American tour since Peter Gabriel left the band, appearing in Buffalo, New York, with Phil Collins taking over as lead singer.

1973 - Led Zeppelin

Led Zeppelin released their fifth studio album, Houses Of The Holy in the UK. The album title was a dedication by the band to their fans who appeared at venues they dubbed 'Houses of the Holy'. The cover is a collage of several photographs which were taken at the Giant's Causeway, Northern Ireland, by Aubrey Powell of Hipgnosis. The two children who modelled for the cover were siblings Stefan and Samantha Gates.

1970 - Simon and Garfunkel

Simon and Garfunkel were at No.1 on the UK singles chart with 'Bridge Over Troubled Water', the duo's only UK No.1. Only Art Garfunkel sang on the track.

1968 - Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd recorded a performance for the BBC 2 TV Omnibus - The Sound of Change show from Barnes Common, London, England. The special, which was produced by Tony Palmer, also featured performances by The Who, Cream and The Jimi Hendrix Experience. The show was later broadcast in September of this year.

1967 - The Beatles

Working on sessions for the new Beatles album Sgt. Pepper at Abbey Road studios in London, John Lennon recorded his lead vocal for ‘Good Morning Good Morning’, and Paul McCartney added a lead guitar solo to the track. Lennon had decided he wanted to end the song with animal sound effects, and asked that they be sequenced in such a way that each successive animal was capable of scaring or eating the preceding one.

[hellomissmabel]

The Death and Life of James B. Barnes Masterlist

The death and life of James B. Barnes (Bucky x reader)

Part 1: the sailing competition

Part 2: the accident

Part 3: the fresh start

Part 4: the first date

Part 5: the high water

Part 6: the second chance

The end

[sergeantxrogers]

Money Power Glory - 1

“Working with the feds now, lovie?”

“Unfortunately. They won’t find out, though.”

“I’d hate it if they did. You’re too pretty to kill.”

James “Bucky” Barnes, New York state’s most infamous organized crime leader since the 1980s. With Bucky weaving through the fingers of local police and the federal government for far too long, they decide to go with plan B: you. Your job? Simple. Relay inside information back to the FBI, slipping through the cracks of Bucky’s fortress of a crime ring as an unknown imposter. The Bureau, however, has no idea you and Bucky are much more acquainted than you let on.  

Pairing: Criminal!Bucky Barnes x Informant!Reader

Chapter word count: 3.7k

Chapter warnings: Mentions of crime, obviously

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The jingle of keys, followed by the familiar clang of metal against metal had you rolling your neck with a sigh. 

Finally.

Getting up from the uncomfortable benches lined up against the wall, you gave the short, fat officer by the cell door a sardonic smile as he stood, unamused, waiting for you to get out. You breezed past him, through the metal bars, and stood waiting for him to lead you to wherever he needed to. 

As he started walking, you followed him, shooting winks at other cops in the precinct as you passed by them, weaving through tables with stacks of papers piled high on them, computers, scattered pens and pencils, some family photos. A familiar face, a woman in her late 40s with brown hair and an ass that could kill rolled her eyes when you waved annoyingly at her. You shrugged it off, following after your designated officer. 

“So, Harold,” you began, and you heard him sigh heavily in front of you. “How’s life?”

He gave you no answer, opting to ignore you instead. Fair.

You passed by another holding cell, this one having a sleezy-looking middle aged man and a teenager who looked to be two snorts away from death sitting against the wall. 

“I see business is booming, as usual,” you remarked, and still, no answer.

Harold - Happy, as you liked to ironically call him - stayed silent as he led you right to the other corner of the precinct, the only sounds between you two the shuffle of your sneakers on the tiles and the occasional phone ringing in the air. 

The foggy glass door in front of you opened, and out stepped a face you knew all too well. 

“Ah,” you sighed with a grin. “Rhodey. How long’s it been? Five, six months?”

The man - Rhodey - rolled his eyes, resting his hands on his hips.

“Y/N, how many times have I told you not to call me that?” he inquired, exasperated. 

You shrugged. “Sorry, chief. Forgot how anal you were about your title and all.”

Chief Rhodes rolled his eyes again, but gestured for you to come inside his office. Happy stepped away, going back to whatever minimal work he had in the precinct, sitting at his desk all day, and allowed you to follow Rhodes through the door.

As he walked to his desk, your eyes followed him, landing on two new, unfamiliar figures sitting across from him. Only the woman turned to look at you, dressed in a fitted black pantsuit, her short hair framing her face in waves. You thought you spied a smile playing on her lips, but your eyes quickly moved on to the man sitting next to her, elbow rested on the arm of the chair, and head rested on his hand. From your angle, all you could see was the shape of his beard and his brown hair. Well, he seems like he would rather be anywhere but here.

Rhodey sighed, pulling your attention back to him as you stood awkwardly by the door. 

“You seem to be getting in a lot of trouble these days.”

You shrugged. “Tough childhood and all, I guess.”

The chief of police pursed his lips and tilted his head in annoyance, and you gave him a smile back. 

“You know I can’t keep letting you off the hook so easy. Officers are starting to ask questions, and you really made a big mess this time.”

You let out a sigh, crossing your arms in front of you. “Okay... so now what?”

Rhodey gestured to the two people sitting in front of him, and in turn, they both got up and turned to you. The pretty woman stepped forward, holding out her hand. She spoke as you shook it. 

“I’m SSA Maria Hill,” she introduced herself with a smile, then pointed to the man behind her. “This is SSA Anthony Stark.”

Anthony nodded as he held his hand out too, and you shook it as you took him in unabashedly, eyes raking over him like a lioness stalking her prey. Expensive suit, even more expensive tie. Polished shoes and a well groomed beard. Definitely not a man who skimped out on himself.

“Most people call me Tony,” he said, like an announcement, almost. You concluded that this was a man who liked being the center of attention. If your plan was to work, you would gladly give it to him. 

You gave them both an off smile, tilting your head as you stared at them, before sharply turning to Rhodey.

“Agents?”

He nodded.

“C’mon... what I did wasn’t that bad.”

Maria butted in softly. “Actually, rum-running and illegal gambling are pretty high up there.”

Your eyes flickered to her, and you hoped they conveyed the annoyance you felt, but it was hard to do when she was looking at you so apologetically.

You paused, looking back and forth between the two agents and Chief Rhodes. 

“So, what? The FBI’s gonna take me away for selling some alcohol under the table? Is that what’s happening now?”

Rhodey shook his head. “No, Y/N. And I’d appreciate it if you’d let me explain for once.”

You stayed silent, and Rhodey continued.

“You know I like you, don’t you? You’re a good kid, you’re just a little... off kilter, that’s all.”

You nodded, shifting your weight to your other hip, and waited for him to continue.

“And I know you mean no harm most of the time. Petty theft doesn’t really call for any government backup. But this? This is a bit bigger, especially considering who you’ve been working with.”

Who you’ve been working with. 

Tony jumped in as soon as Rhodey stopped speaking, allowing himself to clarify further. “Rum-running usually isn’t that big of a deal if business is low-profile. But we have reason to believe that you’ve been making deals with Barnes’ syndicate.”

You feigned interest, raising a brow as you looked at him. “Barnes? As in, James Barnes?”

Both Tony and Maria nodded. “We have you on record and on CCTV meeting with some of his men.”

You swallowed back whatever smart remark was crawling it’s way up your throat. “So?”

“So,” said Maria, “Chief Rhodes can’t let you off the hook after proof that you’ve been working with a crime ring.”

Crime ring. That wasn’t really the word you would use to describe it. In your personal opinion, it was more of just a large, dysfunctional family that sometimes did bad things. And Bucky was their daddy. Of course, you couldn’t tell them that, so instead, you cleared your throat an straightened your back, turning to Rhodey.

“So you decided to call the feds on me?”

You hoped your voice sounded as hurt as you were supposed to be.

As surprised as they expected you to be.

Rhodey sighed, running his hand down his face in frustration.

“God, you’re so difficult,” he muttered, and you almost smirked at that. If there was anything you enjoyed in life, it was getting under people’s skin; you lived for it.

“Listen kid,” Tony said suddenly, and you turned your attention to him. “Rhodes here doesn’t want to put you away for a long, long time. He also can’t let you go. So, he came to us for a simple, simple solution.”

“And that solution is...?”

“You’ll be working for us.”

You stood silent, blinking at Tony, then looking towards Maria and Rhodes, then back at Tony. 

“Excuse me?”

Tony seemed to smirk at your discontent, and shoved his hands in his pants pockets, leaning back against the chair behind him as he crossed a leg in front of the other.

“You heard me, kid. You’re gonna be under our demand now.”

“Why? How does that even work? What do you even need me for?”

“Well, you see,” Maria said as she shot Tony a glare, “You’ll work as an informant for us, and in exchange, we won’t send you to jail for a long time. Simple, really.”

“Yeah...” you muttered, eyes sliding over to Rhodes, who stood and awkwardly took in the whole ordeal. “And this was your idea?”

Rhodey shrugged, but before he could say anything, Maria jumped in. 

“This is the best way, for everyone involved. Trust me.”

You heard Tony mumble something under his breath that sounded a lot like it’s not like you have a choice, but you decided to ignore him, opting to ask Maria some more questions. You had to act unhappy about it, after all.

“So what am I even supposed to do?”

“Well,” Maria started, before gesturing behind her for you to take a seat.

You walked towards one of Rhodey’s uncomfortable wooden chairs and sat as she continued speaking. “Your basic task is to act interested in criminal affairs, act as a buyer, another high-ranker, and then report everything you find out back to us. That’s the main idea.”

The end of her sentence sounded like it needed a but at the end of it, so you leaned back in your chair and crossed your legs as you stared up at her. “But?”

Maria cringed a bit as she shot a look towards Tony. “But... your job is gonna be a bit more... demanding.”

“In what sense?”

“In the sense that,” Tony interrupted, “you won’t be reporting low-status drug deals. You’ll be infiltrating the Barnes syndicate, and they’ll be expected not to know a thing.”

You blanched, willing a look of worry and fear on your features as you swallowed dryly. “Barnes? As in, James Barnes? James Bucky Barnes, the crime lord Barnes?”

“Yes,” Tony said, clearly annoyed, and Maria sighed beside him. 

“Why me? Don’t you have other people to do that for you?”

“We do, but it has to be you. His men have already had enough contact with you to the point where you’re not a total stranger.”

“And you’re also easy on the eyes,” Tony added onto Maria’s words, and she clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“What?” he said, raising his shoulders. “It’s important to note!”

You cleared your throat, and all three people in the room turned their attention to you. Rhodey looked tense as he waited for your words with baited breath. 

“Fine. When do I start?”

The old, heavy wooden door creaked under the weight of its years as you pushed it open, close to falling off its hinges. The smell of stale beer and vodka hit your nose as soon as you walked in, the floors sticky with spilled alcohol. 

“Hey, Pete,” you greeted. The young, brown haired boy shot you a smile from behind the bar, polishing a glass in his hand before setting it down, throwing the rag over his shoulder. 

You walked over to him, ignoring the few old men who frequented the rickety pub, insisting they weren’t alcoholics but drank their body weight in whiskey. They sat scattered throughout the pub, mainly hiding in the shadowy corners to avoid being spoken to. Fine by you, and fine by Peter. It wasn’t like you were in need of their company anyways.

“You know, you should really get a new door. Or at least get that one fixed. It’s becoming a hazard.”

Peter scoffed as you slid into one of the stools across from him, immediately bringing over a bottle of Bailey’s and a glass. He poured as he spoke, and you watched the cream-colored liquid wash over the ice and trickle to the bottom of the glass. 

“Tell that to Bucky,” he said as he set the bottle down. “I’m definitely not planning on wasting my hard earned money on his bar.”

You gave him a pointed look as you took a sip. “You do know he’s the one giving you the money, right?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. It’s just a matter of principle.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, downing the rest of your drink and enjoying the burn it left as it travelled down your throat, gathering in a warm pit in your stomach. 

Pete took your glass away, setting it in the sink as you stretched in your stool. He walked to the other end of the bar for a moment to pour another shot for a customer you’d seen plenty enough times, as you spoke.

“Is he in?” you asked, voice slightly raised so he could hear you, and Peter nodded. He turned back to you, boots slightly thumping against the wooden floors as he walked. 

“Just got here, like, half an hour ago,” he said, and you nodded your thanks. 

Sliding out of your stool, you stepped behind the bar, as casual as you could force yourself to be, and pushed open the door with the big EMPLOYEES ONLY sign in bold letters on it. It swung shut behind you, and it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the fluorescent lighting. The white, artificial light washed over the back room of the pub, over the shelves of random bottles of old wine, crates of juice and bottles of water, along with some unopened boxes of glasses and ashtrays. You walked passed the small sink that served for employee sanitation more than anything else, and the few hooks on the wall sporting a couple jackets, until you reached the door at the far end of the room. 

The fire escape sign glowed red above your head as you pushed against the heavy metal, and then you stepped trough and were met with another door. You let the heavy metal slam shut behind you, and waited for the echo to subside before opening the next door, a simple wooden push-pull door, almost identical to the one out front. You tugged it open, and were bathed in darkness, the only light being a small, green emergency light on the wall beside you, illuminating the stairs below you in a sickly green manner.

“Jeez, this place always gives me the creeps,” you muttered to yourself as you began your descent, keeping one hand on the wall to steady yourself. 

You walked, and walked, and walked, until the stairway started to turn, and you were going down in spirals, and you knew you were close. The first few times you went down these steps, you tried counting them, but you always either lost track after fifty-something or got too dizzy staring at your feet the entire time and gave up. 

“Finally,” you mumbled as you saw the strip of light below yet another door, this one with an intercom beside it. The door was also made of heavy metal, but it had no handle from the outside, and absolutely no way of getting in except for the intercom and camera by its side. 

You buzzed the button impatiently, multiple times, until you heard the familiar crackle of someone picking up. 

“Speak,” said a firm, male voice, and you rolled your eyes at the formal precaution.

“Longing,” you simply said, and a second later, you heard the intercom click, followed by the unlocking of the door, and then it slid open. 

You met eyes with the man in front of you, his black hair slicked back as always, dressed impeccably in a dark suit. The only pop of color on him was the emerald green tie, along with the green eyes that were taking you in now.

“Miss Y/N,” he purred, accent rolling off his tongue and round the syllables of your name like butter. He stepped to the side to let you in, hand outstretched in welcome.

“Loki,” you greeted, giving him a smile and a nod. “How have you been?”

“I could ask you the same thing, my dear. It’s been too long. We were starting to think Barnes had gotten rid of you.”

“Gotten rid of me?” you repeated through a laugh. “Trust me, he’s not getting rid of me for a long time. Whether he likes it or not.”

Loki hummed in amusement as the two of you walked down the dark, tunnel-like hallway, illuminated by the light coming from the open space at the end, the laughs and talking slowly getting louder with each step you took. 

You stepped into the open space, taking in a deep breath as your eyes raked over the headquarters you had missed so much. The large TV in the corner, with a sitting area in front of it. The other corner occupied by monitors and keyboards, all with camera feeds live on them, and a single chair in which sat a familiar head of red hair. You decided the men by the pool table could wait, as so could the figures talking in the small kitchenette, as you made your way to the redhead with a giant grin on your face. 

“Nat,” you called, the smile evident in your voice, and she turned her head at the speed of light. She bounded towards you, almost knocking her chair back in the process as she ran to meet you in the middle. The two of you crashed into each other, and she gave you a bone crushing hug as you inhaled the smell of her shampoo - lavender and almond. 

“God, babe, I missed you so much, you have no idea,” she groaned against your ear, and you hummed back in answer. She pulled back, holding you at arms length in fornt of her as she smiled. 

“Barnes has been real selfish these days, keeping you all to himself, you know.” 

You let out a laugh, and were about to reply, when a familiar voice cut you off.

“Me, selfish? C’mon, Tash, I thought we moved passed that,” the voice rang from behind you, and you felt your entire body yeild to it. 

You whipped around on your heels to see Bucky making his way towards you, and you couldn’t stop the squeal of happiness that escaped your throat as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you tight. He chuckled against you, his chest vibrating with the sound and you held him even tighter. Pulling back slightly, you placed a kiss to his waiting lips, and you felt him smile into it. 

“Aw jeez man, get a room, you two,” a deep treble rang across the quarters, and Bucky gave him the middle finger before setting you down. 

“Missed you too, Stevie!” you called, and the blond blew you a kiss from the pool table before going back to his game with a small, amused shake of his head. 

“I missed you more, though,” you said to Bucky, wrapping yourself around his arm as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Where’ve you been?” Natasha asked, and you shrugged. 

“Oh, you know,” you said casually. “Here and there.”

“What she means to say,” Bucky added, “is that she’s been busy setting in motion the first part of the plan.”

You saw Natasha’s eyes sparkle as they looked between you and Bucky. She was always hungry for adventure, for new crime, and you could see it in the way her chest rose and fell quicker at the prospect. It was also evident in her record, wanted in 23 states and 7 European countries for several crimes across the board. You supposed it was the Russian blood in her veins that kept her from ever getting caught. 

“You mean-?”

“Yes, I mean.”

Natasha almost giggled at the news, clapping her hands excitedly like a schoolgirl before running back to her designated spot by the camera monitors. You watched her with your eyebrows raised, then looked at Bucky, who just shrugged. He learned a long time ago not to question Nat’s mood swings. 

“Working with the feds now, lovie?”

“Unfortuntely. They won’t find out, though.”

“I’d hate it if they did. You’re to pretty to kill.”

You rolled your eyes, and began walking to the luxurious couches in front of the TV. “It was your idea. And its not like you’d kill me anyways.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky teased, and you hummed, plopping yourself down on the couch.

“Hate to break it to ya, but you love me too much now.”

“Hmm. I hate that you’re probably right.”

You smiled at him as he sat by you, grabbing your hand in both of his and bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss to your knuckles. You sat with him for a few minutes, catching up until the rest of his inner circle arrived. They took their seats one by one, filling up the couch beside yours. First Steve, you gave you a crinkly-eyed smile and a kiss to your head, then Nat, shooting you a wink as she sat down. And finally, Loki, who merely gave you a gracious nod as he walked by you. 

By the time they had all gotten together, you had gotten tired of sitting, and instead decided to lay down, leaving your head on Bucky’s lap and your feet dangling off the edge of the couch. 

“So, what did they say?”

It was Steve who asked the question, all of a sudden his demeanor turning serious. It always amazed and amused you how quickly he could turn 180, going from a golden retriever in a person to one of the most ruthless criminals you’ve ever come across, and vice versa. 

“Well,” you began, not bothering to sit up. “You were right. The alcohol was what did it for them.”

“So they want you as a spy?” Natasha asked, slightly confused.

“They want me as an informant,” you corrected, and she nodded. “But it’s basically the same thing. Instead of going to prison, I report everything you guys do to them.”

“But,” Bucky added, “they can’t, of course, know to what extent you’re involved with us.”

You nodded in confirmation, as did Steve and Loki.

It was the latter who spoke up next, smooth voice gliding through the space between you, as he asked, “So they will be expecting you to air out all our dirty laundry?”

“Something of the sorts. I won’t, of course, give them everything.” 

You gave them all a small smirk. “And they never said the information had to be accurate.”

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

To be added please tag me in your future works!

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

[holylulusworld]

Wild 2 - Kinktober 24

Summary: Steve finally found his true mate. Can Bucky find his one true mate in this new life too?

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, longing, loneliness, scenting, true mates, mentions of imprisonment, character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, cuddling & snuggling

Kink: Phantom scent

A/N: This is a sequel to Wild (Steve Rogers) to tell Bucky’s story.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Kinktober 2021

James Buchanan Barnes never was the jealous type.

Until, one day, or rather a few months ago, his best friend found his true mate. Seventy years after he crashed into the ice.

People might get the wrong idea and think Bucky doesn’t want Steve to be happy, but it’s quite the opposite. He’s happy for his best friend, but now the longing for his true mate became unbearable.

Day and night the alpha paces around town, always on the hunt. He tries to catch the scent of any omega to find the one. So far, he did not succeed.

“He always looks so sad,” Steve’s mate whispers, stealing glances at her alpha’s best friend stand far away from the crowd once again. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I think he’s lonely,” the blonde alpha knows about his friend’s loneliness and tried anything to find an omega for Bucky, but none stayed for longer than a day or two. “Tony, Fury, and I tried to find out if Hydra captured his true mate too.”

“Oh—you mean they kidnapped your friend’s mate too? Why didn’t you say a thing before Steve? I—I was imprisoned with more than one omega. Maybe one of them belonged to Bucky?” Steve’s eyes light up when his mate tells him about other omegas and how they helped each other during these dark times.

“Do you know more about the omegas they held hostage?” the alpha asks, running his hand over his mate’s back, always aware she still needs time to recover from her imprisonment. 

“One day a man I never saw before came to the abandoned building. He brought the other omegas away and I don't know what happened to them. That was a few days before you found me,” she says, eyes filled with tears once again. 

“Aw, doll,” Steve brings her into his arms to calm her. “You did so well. Now we can try to help them too, okay.”

“Okay.”

Bucky is long gone when Steve finally looks in his direction again. The alpha just couldn’t bear watching his friend hold his mate in his arms…

“Another one,” Bucky jerks his head toward the bottles behind the bartender’s back. “No, make it a bottle.” Sometimes Bucky wishes he still could get drunk, to forget he’s a loner, a lost alpha without a purpose. “Do you think everyone has a true mate?”

“I got no clue, buddy,” the bartender shrugs. “I’m beta, that makes things easier. Alphas and omegas are screwed if you ask me.”

“Screwed, right,” the soldier nods, eyes glued to his reflection in one of the mirrors behind the bar counter. “Just wish I had someone to protect and—”

“Dude, unlike other bartenders, I’m not good at listening to other peoples’ problems. I serve drinks, nothing else.”

“Got it,” Bucky pays for the bottle before he gets up from his chair, sighing deeply. He turns to leave, wanting to drink the whole bottle just to feel the burning liquid run down his throat when a faint scent catches his attention.

He twirls around, sniffs in all directions but the scent is gone, and he whines, wondering what just happened.

“Did—did you smell it too?” he asks an alpha passing him by. “That was an omega, right?”

“What are you talking man? Get lost,” the other man barks, brushing past the confused alpha. “People these days…”

“It was an omega. I just know it,” Bucky walks around the bar, sniffing in all directions to catch the scent again but it’s gone. “No—where did she go?”

“You can get any information right?” Bucky paces back and forth in front of Tony’s desk. “I need you to check on any omega entering the bar last night. I need to find her.” He exclaims.

“Listen, I can’t check on any omega. I can barely recognize a face on the footage you gave me. I’m good, but not that good,” Tony sighs when the alpha stops in his tracks, whining low in his throat only to start to pace again. “Fine, how does she look like?”

“I don’t know,” the alpha mutters. “But I know how she smells.” 

Tony deadpans before he bursts into laughter. “With all due respect, old man,” he snickers. “How shall I find a scent?”

“Invent something?” Bucky offers. “You build robots, you created Vision and now I want you to invent something to catch her scent.”

“How—I?” running one hand down his face Tony sighs deeply. “I can try to check on the footage again. That’s all I can do for now.”

“Oh,” disappointed Bucky silently nods. “That’s better than nothing…I guess…”

“Nothing?” Tony analyzes the data he gathered from the footage, ignoring Steve taking his friend’s place to pace around his office. “Did he really scent his true mate or was it wishful thinking?”

“He’s out of it right now. Bucky smashed things around his room, growled at anyone getting too close to him. I saw him run out of the building three hours ago,” Tony explains. “He didn’t look good, Steve.”

“We got to find that omega. But—is this even possible?”

“Another one,” Bucky sits at the same bar, on the same barstool to find the scent again. “Do you have regulars here?” he asks, looking around the bar to check on any woman walking past him. 

“I really don’t pay much attention, okay. People come here, order drinks, and leave again. Some end up drunk on the street or in the sheets with a stranger,” the bartender is not helpful, so Bucky gets up from the barstool to stroll around the bar, subtle sniffing in all directions.

Tonight, he doesn’t catch the scent, so he leaves the bar without his mate once again…

“It’s her again Steve, I just know it!” Bucky sniffs around the bakery, growls low in his throat when he catches the scent driving him crazy once again. “It’s barely there but I can smell her.”

“I smell nothing but cake and coffee,” Steve looks around the bakery, frowning deeply as his best friend kneels on the floor to sniff at one of the chairs. “Buck! What are you doing?”

“She sat here, Stevie. My omega was here,” he insists, nosing his way up the chair. “It must be her. Ask the clerk about the girl sitting here.”

“Fine, if you believe it’s here, I’ll ask the boy,” worriedly watching his friend sniff at the table Steve sighs deeply. He remembers the day he caught his mate’s scent for the first time. It felt like coming home and losing your mind at the same time. “Maybe they have cameras too…”

“A red velvet cupcake and a tea please, chamomile,” you say, smiling at the clerk at your favorite bakery. “No, make it two. It’s Sunday.”

“On its way,” the kind beta flashes you a smile, but it fades when someone stands behind you, growling orders.

Gunshots echo through the bakery seconds later, and you instinctively fall to your knees to crawl away. 

“Get her!” the man points at you and your heart speeds up. You only wanted to get a cupcake and now, a masked man points guns at you, and threatens to kill you if you don’t follow him. “Get up, bitch, or I’ll kill you right here.”

“Boss, we got a problem,” the windows burst, people begin to scream and all you can do is to watch the man grab your arm harshly to shield his body with your body.

“Get any closer Stark and I will kill the girl and every person in the bakery,” the man threatens, now wrapping his hand around your neck. “I’ll break her neck before you can reach me.”

“I don’t need to reach you,” Iron Man snickers, watching Bucky sneak behind the man threatening your life to break said man’s neck. “Gotcha, bird brain…”

“OH-my-GOD,” you cry, feeling your legs give in as the man threatening to kill you drops to the ground, staring up at you with lifeless eyes. “I—I…”

“You are safe, doll,” an alpha purrs, but you are too out of it. You scream and cry, hands clutching his shirt. “You need to calm down. Listen to my voice.”

“Get off me,” panting heavily you look up at the alpha saving your life. “No! No! You will hurt me too! I can’t—I—you.” His scent finally hits you and oddly you feel calmer. You take one step closer to sniff at him, crooning when he lifts his hands above his head, signalizing he will not harm you. “That scent.”

“Omega, doll,” you carefully approach the alpha, slowly stepping closer to sniff at his shirt. “No one is going to hurt you.”

“You killed that man,” he nods but remains still. Bucky watches you touch his metal arm, fingertips running up and down the cool metal. “A metal arm, that’s—”

“I lost my arm a few years ago,” the alpha feels his chest swell feeling your hand grip his wrist tightly. “I will not hurt you.”

“I scented you before, at a bar in town,” you take another step toward him, stand on tiptoes to sniff at his neck. “I knew you are my alpha but couldn’t catch your scent again.”

“I was looking for you all over town,” he freezes when you pounce on him to wrap him in a hug. You hold tight onto him, face buried in his chest, hands running up and down his back.

Bucky doesn’t know how to react. For years no one touched him gently and now, he’s got no clue how to react to your gentleness. He doesn’t want it to end, though. “Alpha.”

“I,” he clumsily moves his hand over your hair, gently patting it. “Omega,” he clears his throat, tries anything to return your attention. “Can I bring you home?”

“Sorry to disturb your reunion or whatever this sickening sweet thing going on between you and your omega is, but she cannot go home. They found her once, they’ll find her again,” Tony interjects. “I suggest you bring her to the Avengers’ Tower, and we will get her stuff later.”

“That’s my room, apartment…I mean the place where I live,” Bucky guides you into his apartment, showing you around, explaining every detail he remembers. “Uh—Natasha and Wanda were at your apartment. Just like Tony expected Hydra agents sniffed around and trashed your home. I’m sorry.”

“Did they steal anything?” you know this is the stupidest thing you could reply but somehow, it was the first thing coming to your mind.

“No, but your furniture and dishes got damaged, but they got your clothes and other stuff. Sam and Clint will help them bring everything here. I’m sorry,” Bucky swallows thickly as you walk straight toward his bedroom, purring low in your throat when you catch more of his scent.

“Can we rest for now?” again Bucky is frozen to the spot as you take his hand to lead him toward his bed. “I was looking for you too, alpha. Then, I take a break from my search, and you crash into my life.”

“This wasn’t the way I wanted to find you. You must think I’m a monster,” he whispers as you lie down on his bed. Bucky sighs, but he joins you on the bed.

“You saved my life,” you move slowly closer to him to feel his warmth, hands reaching out for your mate. “That man, he would’ve killed me and the other people at the bakery. You’re not a monster, you are my alpha and tried to protect me.”

“I—I’m your alpha,” Bucky smiles for the first time since he found you at the bakery. He moves closer to bring you into his arms, immediately scenting you. “My omega.”

“I got one last question before you are allowed to court for me.”

“Shoot me, doll,” Bucky laughs when you give him a sweet pout.

“Cat or dog kind of guy?” you look up at Bucky, smirking when he mouths cat, hoping you like cats too. “Good, you can court for me.”

“Phew, did ya hear that, Alpine? We got an omega,” you giggle despite all the horrid things happening within the last hours, you feel like this is the beginning of something beautiful.

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