#uwu but Bucky is innocent

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Your hate for MCU steve rogers is soooo real

I think about Captain America: Civil War and i get so mad that I bother half my friends about my hate boner. It is so real.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Episode 2 of What If Season 2 poked the Peggy hornet’s nest and did exactly what I thought it would. 

So, for context, in this reality Yondu actually handed Peter Quill over to Ego when he was supposed to, and within just 6 months Ego was able to corrupt his son into a conqueror, so they invade Earth together. Peggy is director of SHIELD at the time, and she and Howard work together to assemble a proto-Avengers team to stop them. The team consists of Hank Pym, Bill Foster, T’Chaka, Thor, Wendy Lawson (who I think is from Captain Marvel), and… wait for it… the Winter Motherfucking Soldier. 

Yes, for real.

And because I know you’re thinking it, the excuse given is that he is in the hands of the Russians during this time, so Peggy and Howard couldn’t possibly have known about it UwU. Anyway, when they see him there’s a super drawn-out moment where they both think they recognize him (and it’s while he still has the mask on, so while this probably wasn’t intentional I actually read that as yet another middle finger to Steve, as Peggy could apparently recognize Bucky even under his disguise while Steve couldn’t). And then, Howard says, I shit you not: “I'd heard the rumors, but even if they’re true, the man we knew is long-gone, Peg, and we have bigger fish to fry.” And then later in the episode, with no segway from that to this, there’s a scene where they’re all together and the Winter Soldier has his mask off, and actually speaks. 

So, at least in this universe, Howard and Peggy are 100% aware that Bucky Barnes is in fact the Winter Soldier. Later on in the episode Howard attempts to get through to him, but only when it becomes a necessity to save the world (because he is about to kill Peter Quill while Hank is trying to convince him to turn on Ego), but it’s still pretty damning. And then at the end of the episode, rather than trying to rehabilitate him, they just let him go. Like, it’s not the same situation as Steve where he was out cold and unable to do anything, they could have taken Bucky in and tried to break his programming, but they didn’t. It’s left ambiguous what will happen to him after that, so it’s not like they sent him back to Hydra, but Hydra is still out there in this universe, so my hopes aren’t high.

TLDR; this episode attempts to handwave away the very strong possibility that the Howard and Peggy of the Prime Timeline knew what was happening to Bucky, but in doing so unintentionally made them look so much worse.

I don't... I can't even... WTF did I just read? (not you of course, I mean, what is wrong with Marvel?) 🤦‍♀️

So they use Bucky while brainwashed and/or still with Hydra's BS in his mind, and they don't even care to help him out after? They see a victim and they use him and then turn away from him, not caring about his well-being? And, I assume, Howard and Lady Brexit are still framed as good guys? And how are they any better than Hydra in that story?! The absolute nerve...

Once I read the spoilers a few days ago and saw they were going to have her as Director of SHIELD, I just knew they were going to absolve her of everything and never have her answer for any of her actions. And of course the only one who says he had "heard rumours" was Howard, not her. She's an angelic glorious being incapable of doing anything wrong. What in the absolute narrative protection is this...

Howard and Miss Brexit couldn't possibly know about Bucky... yeah, right. Except for the fact that they knew what Zola had done, because Steve told them, and they still willingly worked alongside him, even gave him a nickname. Oh Arnie, my beloved, wasn't it fun when you tortured Steve's best friend? Let's have some beer. I don't see how Miss "I shoot innocents when I'm jealous" Brexit could have recognized Bucky considering she didn't give a damn about him after Steve risked his own life against her wishes to save him, but apparently in this she can tell who he is even with a mask on? Damn girl, did you inject the serum in him yourself?

And I'm sorry but what is this... “I'd heard the rumors, but even if they’re true, the man we knew is long gone.” Excuse me? Oh, good enough to use but not good enough to save? How is the everloving hell is that even a line?! Oh my god, Marvel, just say you hate Bucky and go. I don't get it, what, he's the guy who ruins their beloved Steggy nonsense and they can't help themselves, they have to drag him through the mud for daring to be more important to Steve than Miss Brexit here? (And I say that as a non-shipper but holy crap, this is nuts.)

Not even in another timeline are these two somewhat redeemable. And Bucky is fucked up no matter what. Typical.

So the Infinity Saga had Stark as their golden boy and now it's Agent Brexit's time to shine... Will the Hero Cinematic Universe ever provide any heroes of narrative protection or are they going to choose the bad ones only? Oh, you're a soldier kidnapped, tortured and brainwashed? Go ahead and make amends, you monster. Oh, you willingly worked for the TVA and tortured and killed because you wanted to? Poor you, let us frame you as good and pat you on the back, you sweet thing.

Wow, I got mad in this one. Sorry. I have the Bucky feels right now 😜😂

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Howie with Giovanni and Olive!

Giovanni: Oi, you got any extra weed on you, yeen?

Howie: I knew you'd come around eventually, chef!

Giovanni: Oh shut up and answer my question!

Howie: *about to be every interviewer's nightmare*

Olive, trying to get Howie to spill beans: So, you like Bucky, yea?

Howie, smiling innocently, oblivious to Olive's question tone: Of course I do, he's a great friend, silly!

Olive, regretting her life choices: ugh, I forgot he's... Too dumb.

Basically when they first kinda met and around a good while after too. Never changes. Poor Olive trying to have some fucking, yaoi shit happen to Bucky and Howie but of course we all know the pothead hyena is to dumb to realize that! UwU they all suffer, including Bucky lmao

[nastybuckybarnes]

Cardio

Pairing: Boxer!Bucky X Reader

Summary: You happen to interrupt Bucky’s workout, but he intends to get his cardio in one way or another.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Rough Sex, Vaginal Penetration, Dirty Talk, Size Kink, Oral (F-receiving), Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 2.1K

A/n: Just thought I’d drop this off between parts of all the shit I’m working on. Also got an angsty oneshot in the works that I really enjoyed writing. And an idea for another series that may or may not break your hearts uwu

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Sweat drips from his entire body as he mercilessly beats the bag in front of himself, fists landing punch after calculated punch.

His focus is completely on the task at hand, so he doesn’t notice the way you’re squirming on the bench, thighs squeezed together tightly.

“You’re doin’ good, Pal. Gonna be ready for the fight in no time.” Bucky grabs the bag to still it, glancing over at his trainer and best friend with a sweaty grin.

“I’d better be. Or else I’ll have to fire your no-good ass.” Steve chuckles, his gaze fluttering over to you for a moment before a wide grin spreads across his face.

“You uh, you’ve got a visitor.” Bucky whips around in confusion, the expression melting away as adoration takes its place.

“Hey, doll. Didn’t expect to see you so early.” You push yourself to your feet and walk over to him, hoping you’re not walking funny, but every step sends tingles straight to your core.

“Yeah, thought I might drop by a little early, see if I could talk you into takin’ a break.” Your hands find his sweaty chest, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you look up at him with dark eyes.

He swallows hard, blood rushing south, then glances over at Steve.

“You uh, wanna give us about half an hour?” The blond groans, shaking his head and grabbing his gym bag.

“Last time you said half an hour I came back and got scarred for life.” The brunet only grins, his large hands coming to rest under your thighs, hoisting you up effortlessly.

You squeal, locking your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“Fine. An hour to be safe. Maybe more. Just knock when you come back and lock the door on your way out.”

Steve mumbles something under his breath but does as requested.

“Always up to no good, huh?” You grin innocently, leaning in to peck his lips.

“It’s not my fault. You just look so good when you get all sweaty and angry. And watching the way you move... you could tear me apart, Bucky. And I love that. You’re so big and... beefy.” He laughs, shaking his head and walking towards the nearest wall.

“Yeah, I’m big. M’always worried I’m gonna split you in half, little doll. You’re so tiny, that little pussy so tight and so small. But you take me good and deep every time.” You nod desperately, core clenching as he roughly presses you against the wall.

“M’gonna fuck your tiny little pussy right here, baby. Make you take every inch of it. You want that?” You groan, head dropping down to his shoulder. Your teeth scrape over the hot salty flesh and he can’t help but grin.

“Turn around and bend over, little dolly.” He lowers your legs to the floor gently and you do as instructed, bending at the waist and bracing your hands against the wall in front of you.

A gust of cool air hits your soaked core as he flips your dress up over your hips, a groan falling from his lips.

“Look at you, all pretty and wet for me.” His big hands grab at the backs of your thighs as he slides down to his knees, lips pressing gentle kisses to your throbbing core.

“Can’t wait to stick my cock right inside you. Gonna fill you so nice and full.”

His tongue finds your clit, massaging the little bundle of nerves for a moment before plunging into your warmth.

Your legs tremble, shocks of electricity flying from your clit to your stomach.

He moans against you, your tangy-sweet taste exploding on his tongue.

“Always taste so good, baby. So fucking good.” He stands back up, smacking his lips together for a moment before freeing his cock from his shorts and grabbing onto your hips.

The grip he has on you is so tight that it hurts, but the pain only adds to your pleasure.

He slides his thick cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick, then lines the hot tip at your entrance.

“You ready for me, pretty baby?” You nod, mewling desperately when he teases you with the tip for a few moments, just hardly pushing inside of you only to pull right back out after.

“Are you sure? Gonna take all of my fat cock in this tiny little cunt of yours? You sure you can handle it?”

“P-please. I need it.” You sound so desperate that it’s almost embarrassing, but Bucky only growls, snapping his hips forward and spearing into you with one hard thrust.

There’s an audible slush of your slick, and your sharp intake of breath as he stretches you out, just like he promised he would.

“Fuck! Always so... so fucking tight, dolly. S’like you’re made for me... made to be broken.” A broken sound that sounds like half a sob and half a moan falls from your lips, your eyes rolling back as he presses against every sensitive spot inside of you.

“C’mon, little baby, you said you can take it. So fucking take it. Fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl. Take it deep in your tummy.” You nod, taking a few deep breaths then pushing up on your toes to allow him to hit deeper.

You slowly pull your hips forward, whimpering at the new emptiness before pushing back on him again.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, dolly. C’mon, I know you can take it.”

He braces one of his hands against the wall above your head, the other coming to rest on your lower back as he watches you slowly move back and forth on his cock.

“I-I can’t... s’too big,” you whine, arching your back as he hits a particularly tender spot inside of you.

“C’mon stupid dolly, I know you can do it. Or do I need to fuck you? Do you need me to show you how? Huh? My dumb little baby need help getting her pussy fucked properly?” You moan and nod desperately, falling into the wall as he meets your next thrust.

“There you go, stupid baby... just like this, see?” He snaps his hips faster, watching as your ass jiggles with every thrust.

Your thighs quake, hands sliding down the wall as you start losing feeling in your toes.

“Gonna cum, sweet doll? Huh? Can you cum around my cock for me?” You nod again, gasping when he grabs at your hair, yanking your head back and fucking into you even harder.

Your eyes flutter closed, mouth dropped open in a silent scream of pleasure, his thick cock making you see stars.

“C’mon, baby... I can feel you squeezin’ me... give it to me. Daddy wants to feel you cum...”

You tremble beneath him, knees knocking together and teeth biting into your bottom lip so hard you taste blood.

Your orgasm tears through your body, hips wiggling as he fucks you through it, forcing you to take every thick inch of his cock in your spasming heat.

“There it is, pretty baby... there you go...” his hips slow, then stop, and he pulls himself free but only for a moment. Only long enough for him to flip you around and hoist you up, his arms pressed against the wall underneath your thighs, forcing you to stay pried open for him.

His gaze is stuck on your fluttering cunt, his bottom lip between his teeth as he presses his cock to you again. Your clit jumps and he chuckles, looking back up to your face.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, baby. So fucking pretty when you cum. You gonna give me another one?” You look up at him, eyes hazy and completely fucked out, and he loves it.

“Go on then, dolly. Wanna see your little baby hands put my cock in that tiny pussy. C’mon, don’t keep me waiting.” You do as instructed, chest heaving as your trembling fingers bring his hot cock to your dripping entrance.

“There you go... you ready?” You nod, eyes focused on where his huge cock is lined up between your thighs. You hold your breath, mouth falling open as he slowly pushes into you.

“Fuck... there we go, dolly.” Your head drops to his shoulder, hands balled in tiny fists against his chest as he pulls out slowly only to push back in at the same pace.

“Look at that... can fuckin’ see me in that tummy of yours. Can ya feel it? Feel my cock all up in your tummy?” You whine, nodding and following his gaze to the bulge in your lower abdomen. He pulls out then thrusts back in, your stomach bulging again.

The sight alone has a new wave of arousal crashing over you, and you press your lips together to muffle a moan.

“Don’t hide it, baby. Lemme hear you, c’mon. I wanna hear you get all messy and stupid while I fuck this tiny pussy.” You obey, a soft moan falling from your lips.

“Fuck, perfect, baby. So good. M’gonna fuck you ‘till you scream and cry, okay baby? You want that? Huh? Want daddy to fuckin’ punish your cute little pussy? Fuck you till you can’t fuckin’ walk straight? ‘Till you’re a dumb little mess on my cock?” You can’t reply, cunt clenching hard around him at his filthy words.

“Can I tell you a secret, pretty girl?” He leans closer, his lips just gently brushing the shell of your ear.

“Even if that’s not what you want, it’s what you’re gonna get.”

He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, then starts up a borderline brutal pace, his thick cock spearing in and out of your swollen cunt.

You can do nothing but grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and delicious pain.

“F-fuck!” You exclaim, head digging into the wall behind you.

“Pull your dress down, dolly. Wanna see those pretty tits.”

You comply, fingers fumbling with the buttons along the front of your dress for a moment longer than you’d like, but you eventually get them open, the dress falling aside and revealing your bouncing breasts for his hungry gaze.

His mouth latches around your nipple in an instant, and you moan, the added stimulation sending you spiralling headfirst into another intense orgasm, eyes rolling back in your head.

Your climax explodes through you, hitting you so hard that you nearly pass out, a new wet mess bursting between your thighs as you squirt around his cock.

“Fuckin’ Hell, dolly. Jesus Christ.” He doesn’t stop. No, he keeps fucking into you, his eyebrows drawn together as he punishes your poor abused pussy, forcing every thick inch of his cock into you until you swear you may tear in half.

Tears leak from your eyes, your orgasms leaving you a quivering mess for him to play with, and play with you he does.

His teeth rake over your nipple for a moment before releasing it, tongue soothing the sting then licking a trail up your neck and over your cheek, cleaning your salty tear off and grinning.

“Cryin’ for my cock, huh? My stupid dolly.” You say nothing, far too lost in the ongoing pleasure to make any kind of remark.

Your body is completely lax against the wall, the only thing keeping you up being his arms and his cock.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up with my cum, watch it slide down those pretty thighs. Fuck.” He clenches his teeth together hard and your toes curl as you feel thick bursts of warmth fill you.

His thrusts slow as your walls milk his cock, each pump sending a river of white flooding out around his cock and dripping onto the floor.

He stays like that, spearing you open and keeping his cock warm in your pussy until his head clears.

“Took me so well, princess,” he whispers, peppering kisses along your throat as he gives a few teasing thrusts, grinning at the way you whine.

“Gotta clean up your mess, baby. Go on, you know what I want you to do.” If this wasn’t a private gym, he wouldn’t make you do it, but he knows the floors are clean.

He lifts you off of his cock and sets you on your feet, watching in satisfaction as your legs tremble.

You lower yourself to your knees, tongue darting out to clean up the puddle of cum that spilled from you.

He groans, watching the creamy white create a path down your thigh, spilling from your clenching cunt. His cock hardens and he gets on his knees behind you, the hot tip pressed against your entrance.

“Stay just like that, dolly. Daddy’s not done with you yet.”

[still-waiting-for-cap3]

Honestly the way people treat pre-serum Steve has always been problematic, even prior to What if and outside of St*ggy. I used to be more active in the St*cky part of the fandom and he's always written as the bottom, the submissive one, etc. or as more feminine and innocent than he actually is. Especially in shrinkyclinks (pre-serum Steve and Winter Soldier Bucky), which is a concept I LOVE, being a skinny dude into beefy guys myself, if only it could be executed by people who don't base their understanding of a same-gender relationship on homophobic stereotypes more often. The fact that it's incredibly difficult to find fics where pre-serum Steve tops says enough about the way people view skinny, disabled men.

PREACH!

St*ggy shippers are absolutely not the only ones guilty of viewing pre-serum Steve through a gross ableist lense, they're just the loudest right now thanks to What If and I'm at my limit.

Ugh, I'm so sorry you can't engage with the fandom much either because of the endlessly offensive material! It's like literally not even worth trying to look through pre-serum Steve related tags on here or anywhere else and it sucks :/

People somehow can't seem to grasp the fact that if Steve is made out to be a uwu totally helpless little boy who needs to be babied by their strong partner then it literally doesn't matter who he's being shipped with, it'll still be fucking offensive.

[marvel-m-lee]

Sleep? Bucky’ll help

Warnings- strong language, Tickle fic, Sleep problems,

Words-1,103

Fandom- Marvel

Summary- Sam asks Stark to help fix his wings, the billionaire enjoys swearing excessively and Bucky gets bored, Enjoy with that summary UwU

This is a tickle fic!

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‘Ooh oh oh now really?’ Sam mocked as he and Bucky walked down the compound walls. 

‘Yes really. You just suck at landing’ Bucky rolled his eyes as he tried to hide a smirk from pissing off his frie- co-worker. 

Sam holted and gave his friend a shookuth face, ‘I do not! I’m great at landing!’

‘Well, sorry birdbrain but you do indeed suck’

‘Shut up! I’m the one who’s gotta carry your heavy ass half the time from jumping off everything’ Sam teased. Buck rolled his eyes as the pair entered the lab of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. 

Banner sat in his own area, working on the specialized computers, drinking his coffee. Tony kept spinning his chair and moving from desc to desc to collect data or something smart. He was chatting too Bruce about something till he saw the other old man and birdbrain walk in.

‘Why are we here again?’

‘I need to get Tony to check some things out on my wings and suit’

‘Hey DickPricks, what cha want’

All in the room seemed a little surprised at Tony’s language but tried to ignore it. Sam dumped a bag with his wings inside on one of the desks and began explaining to Tony he needed some things fixed.

‘Wait why am i doing this? Can’t you fix your own shit?’ Tony asked, accidently clinking his wrench with the metal wings.

‘Careful! I just need you to do this because I haven’t got the things to fix them, plus you usually fix all our things’ Sam shrugged and Bucky almost burst out laughing but covered it over with a cough.

‘I’m IronMan for fucks sake, Bruce you seeing this?’ The so called ‘IronMan’ turned to his other lab friend for help.

‘Don’t get me involed’ Bruce put his hands in he air and then swerved his chair over to anther desc.

‘Whats up your ass today?’ Bucky asked, not like he really ‘cared’ but he was wondering why the billionaire was more sweary than usual.

Tony just shrugged looking away as if he was hiding something. He then told the tow he’s get the wings done and continued his work. The super solider and soldier both looked at each other. 

‘He ain’t slept in the past two day’s, now please? I really wanted to get this done before dinner?’

Bruce interrupted, answering their question and stopping the confusion on their faces. He sounded like Peter almost when they would wined him up when he was ding homework. Bruce really was innocent- mostly.

‘Ahhh, okay. Thanks Bruce’ Sam replied, he lwed his vice a little and asked Tony why he hadn’t been sleeping. It wasn’t unusual for the man to not sleep but they’s been working on his sleeping schedual. Tony just shrugged in response and didnt look back from his computer.

‘Alright’ Buck had had enough, he didn’t really wanna disterb Bruce anymore and wasn’t about to sit around and argue with Tony about his sleep. He walked over to the much shorter man and without him noticing quickly picked him up and threw him over his metal shoulder.

‘WhAT the FUcK?!’ Tony’s sentences seemed more off balance than he was while being picked up and thrown over someones shoulder. ‘Thanks Bruce, have fun’ And with that he left the Lab with Sam following close behind in slight confusion.

They walked into the main room with Tony over Bucky’s shoulder and Sam following behind. Buck then threw the wiggling Tony onto the couch and sat with his knees on each side of him so he couldn’t get up.

‘We can do this the easy way, or the hard way’ Bucky asked, mischief shimmering in his eyes but oddly enough not over his face. 

‘What the fuck are you talking about you old man? What ya gonna do? Tell mne old storys from the good old days till i fall asleep?’ Tony mocked, not really in the position to but never the less did.

‘Something like that’ Bucky’s devilish smirk crept across his face, making Tony’s eyes go large as giggles escaped his mouth from Bucky’s hand slwly mving across his side and tummy.

Sam though, couldn’t see the tickling and his confusion grew, it wasn’t like Stark to be afraid, not to laugh when he was. ‘What are you both doing?-’

The hand was now hovering above the billionaires tummy, he wasn’t usually this sensitive but he was also worried and a little too tired to hold back. ‘Don’t fucking dare...’

A moment of silence and the two’s eyes locked together before Tony bursts into child like laughter as Bucky’s hand slammed down and began vibrating on his shirt. See tony had one of his usually thin tank tops on so he couldn’t really tell the diffrence- until Bucky’s hand actually made contact with his skin.

Bucky slowly lifted the material of the playboy’s shirt with one hand whilst still vibrating with the other, he lightly skattered his fingertips across the sensitive surface making the man swap between franting or giggling like a child. 

‘BUHUCKIEEEEE’ He squealed, trying to fight buckys arms. The cold metal one that lightly trickled the tops of his skin seemed so much worse, Tony couldn’t really pin point it, whether it was because it was cold, quick, teasing or on his skin. He just knew he couldn’t stand it.

Both hands soon made their way to the billionaires ribcage where they would count and jump from one rib to the next. Bucky even leaned in and began whispering very quietly how tasty he bet Tony’s ribs would be. He then lent down and began nawing at them driving the man crazy, trying to push him away. 

Sam sat back and watched he scene, adoring Tony’s tortured laughter and Bucky’s playful yet so cold attitude. By now he had worked out what was happening.

Bucky stopped as a panting Stark lay beneath him. ‘You ready to talk yet?’

Tony didn’t answer for a couple of seconds, he hadn’t even opened his eyes. After a moment he answered the super soldier and replied with ‘Dick move Barnes...’ still huffing and Puffing.‘What are you? The big bad wolf?’ Sam called from behind where he stood watching. That gave Buck an idea. He turned around and called for Sam.

‘Sit on his legs. You can have the bottom half, i’ll have the top’

‘After this you’ll be too tired to stay awake’ Bucky teased, staring into the fearful mans eyes.

And suddenly the laughter started all over again.

‘NAHAHAHAHHAHAHA STAPPPP YOU DICKKSSS- WAIT NOOOOHOHHHH!!!’

Yeah. Tony slept well.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 18

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TWs/Summary: We stan ✨women in science✨. Bruce uwu. Twitter social media AU nobody asked for. Stephen and Tony are dicks and I'm not talking about their anatomy. Setting up mood for Bruce smut, ngl. PTSD makes things spicy. I'm depressed so please be kind ✌🏻💀🙃

"I really do wonder how can you two fit those egos of yours in your pants," I kept my tone forcefully casual, cheerful even. "Why don't you just fuck already?"

I was met with stunned silence. Suddenly, the room seemed far too large and the people in much too quiet, staring at me with various expressions of horror obvious in their faces. As the strange friendship began developing between me and the team, my "outbursts" - how Steve liked to call them - lessened considerably. I had no need to provoke them into giving me attention, just striking up a casual chat was enough. The Avengers were great conversationalists, to my surprise.

Tony and Stephen, when paired, were the exception. I could count on one hand the amount of times they successfully came to a conclusion without fighting like cats and dogs. It was like each man had made it a personal mission to verbally top the other, more often than not resulting in a thirty-minute shitshow ending with one storming off in a dramatic flourish. It was mind-boggling how two supremely intelligent men could not find a way to communicate efficiently without infuriating the rest of the team.

Plus me. One way or another, I was almost always around. In the beginning, it was hilarious to see the free circus but it got old really quickly when they couldn't decide on dinner or a movie, leaving the rest of us starving and bored. Or the great Cloak debate - that one lasted days and the fussy thing was so upset, it point blank refused to part from Peter for a substantial amount of time. It's pretty fucking creepy that a semi-sentient, ancient piece of outerwear watches you when you sleep - just sayin'. I personally interjected with my own snark and sass whenever Tony and Stephen got too heated, successfully drawing the attention to myself. The fight broke up and I had amazing sex with Tony later, it was a win-win scenario.

Yet, Tony and Stephen didn't stop. To me, their way of "talking" (and I use that term loosely) looked a lot like unresolved sexual tension. Stephen frequently used his greater height to tower over Tony in a childish attempt to establish dominance; the engineer was no rookie and responded with extravagant peacocking such as "subtly" tapping the bracelet that hosted his nanotech suit or parading at dinner in a $30,000 custom made designer outfit. Because Tony could.

I was pleasantly surprised when Natasha started laughing at my remark. Full-blown, belly laugh. Those were rare, coming from the Widow, her usual mirth was quiet, sophisticated, just like her. Deadly (adorable). Bucky followed suit, snorting together with Clint and Loki.

Steve looked none too pleased with me. But then again, was he ever? "Doll, don't be rude."

"Brat," Bruce said at the same time, palming his face.

"People always call me a brat. And guess what, Steve?" I popped my hip, twirling a cotton candy pink coloured Dum-Dum between my fingers. "What can you do about it? Nothing," I shrugged, leaning my head against Bruce's shoulder affectionately.

Steve just shook his head in disappointment. "Can we get back on topic? Please?"

"Captain, I think that Stark..." Strange began talking with Tony dramatically groaning in the background and I instantly tuned out the useless babble. Steve should've been smarter and revoked speaking rights from Tony and Stephen. Or asked Loki to magically render them both mute for ten minutes.

"You're not wrong," Bruce quietly whispered next to my ear. "Ten bucks says Wanda meddles and those two finally work out their frustrations," The scientist hid a grin against my head. I felt the amused, giddy energy radiating off him like a plasma beam.

"I don't even have to bet," I rolled my eyes. "If she doesn't do it, I will."

Both Tony and Stephen were throwing me equally infuriated glances. One promised me a good, hard fucking and the other saw me a short, poisonous lecture on appropriate behaviour in the nearest future - you can guess which is which. If I had it my way, I'd skip the lecture and go straight to a hot, filthy threesome with two men twice my age. I wasn't blind, Strange was hot as hell and could be decent and even nice once in a blue moon.

He could, but he wouldn't be. I wanted that raw, unadulterated lust, tension so concentrated it walked the razor's edge between violent craving and repulsion. Ever since the incident with Clint, I had this ugly mess inside of me, like a live wire about to snap. My brain was constantly racing, darting between how utterly useless I am in a group of supers and embracing my normal-ness, amplifying it by hosting game nights and spending time trying to convince people to start a dungeons and dragons campaign. Or something.

My sleep was like Swiss cheese, riddled with holes where I stayed awake for one or two hours at a time in the middle of the night after waking up sweaty, with my heart hammering out of my chest. Sometimes I dreamt of Clint's lifeless, sickly white body, sometimes the whole room flooded with blood and I couldn't stop it no matter what, there was so much of it, I drowned in it, I startled up with the taste of it in my mouth. Rarely, the worst of it came - the one where Clint was alive as millions of millions of little fluorescent, poisonous jellyfish burst out of him and he screamed and screamed and screamed...

I had PTSD. Yay, me. As if my uselessness wasn't enough of a burden, my brain decided for me that it wasn't good enough that I saved Clint and now it was punishing me for being close to a group of people who routinely saved the WORLD.

I contemplated my usual habits - going to a party, getting trashed and dancing until my legs were numb. I just wanted to shut my brain off for a moment, give it a hard reset so-to-say, but with Tony on my back like a jet-pack, I didn't doubt he'd show up to the place and drag me out of there even if I was kicking and screaming. And he was a Stark, a billionaire, so visiting my dad in Cali wouldn't be possible on my own. Tony would gas up the jet and the rest of the team would find and excuse to tag along, too. As much as I loved being the baby menace who could get away with anything, I hated the way they all herded me, like I was an actual child. I couldn't get away from myself, not even for a moment.

I had the backup-backup plan and I was going to have to execute it. Desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't doubt y'all enjoy listening to Tony and Steph flirt," The nickname escaped unmoderated from my lips before I could catch myself. "But what are we doing for Halloween? I need to know if I gotta get a costume," Bruce chuckled next to me and wrapped an arm around me, happy for the distraction. Unlike me, the scientist was obligated to listen and participate in the avengers-themed discussion. Which was difficult because the engineer and the sorcerer constantly bickered, inadvertently taking over the talk.

"Halloween?" Steve groaned.

"We should do something," Bucky side-eyed his boyfriend. "For the children." Something told me he wasn't thinking of the children, at all. The man was positively leering, probably thinking about what kind of a tight suit he could convince Steve to squeeze into.

"A party!" Tony immediately exclaimed, interrupting Stephen mid-setence.

"Tony, no," Steve stated firmly.

"Tony, YES!" Clint perked up. "A snack bar. A bar-bar."

"I will not be helping you all if you get alcohol poisoning," Stephen crossed his arms.

"So it's a party," I stated firmly, throwing a contemplating look at Wanda and Pietro. The twins looked unsure but excited. I knew I could count on fellow young people to support my decision to have fun, dance a little, drink a little. Let loose. To nail my point, I turned to Bruce with a mischievous smirk. "Fifty bucks says Stephen is too stuck up to show up in costume."

"Beg pardon?!" The sorcerer exclaimed. His eyebrows threatened to meet his hairline.

"I think you give him too little credit, Princess," Bruce winked at me and we solemnly shook hands. It was great having a fellow partner in mischief. Loki's approving smirk just sealed the deal for me.

"It's not my fault you sometimes act like you have a stick up your butt," I gave in the way of explanation, shrugging my shoulders innocently in Stephen's direction. "I'm just pointing out the obvious."

"I don't dare to imagine what's been up yours," The sorcerer retorted dryly, in an uncharacteristically childish fashion, arms still crossed. It almost looked like he was pouting.

"Tony," I simply said, leering salaciously at the man.

"Ooh, kinky," Clint reached over and we promptly high-fived each other in the wake of multiple embarrassed groans emanating around the room. "Strange, you're a boring old man, get over it."

"And you regularly end up in dumpsters, Barton," Strange retorted quickly. "Not my idea of fun."

"You wouldn't know fun if it hit you in the face!" Tony grinned triumphantly, confident in his superiority over Strange. Look at that, the team was doing the work for me and I didn't even have to try.

"I'll show you fun," Stephen retorted darkly. It was obvious the man was planning something.

"Ok, boomer," I raised my eyebrows in muted satisfaction before turning around and grabbing Bruce to drag along with me. "I'm confiscating your best scientist to amuse myself. I am bored. We will go and do actual science whilst y'all argue. Bye."

My patience had run out. We were examining the parasites we found in the murder-anthropods-from-space, codename MAFS, courtesy of yours truly, and their amazing properties to penetrate cell membranes and feed on metals in organic life forms. Without Bruce's help I understood maybe half of it but he had the patience of a saint and dutifully and understandably explained to me the finer points of studying aliens. Signing half a dozen NDAs was never more worth it.

Steve's sigh consisted of 99% suffering and 2% disappointment. Natasha face-palmed silently in the corner, clutching a mug of coffee, a poster child for existential dread.

"Wait for me," Tony whined, going for the door and promptly being stopped by Steve pointing out the team needing his input on one mission or another. The engineer sighed. "Baby girl, don't let the green mean to start any experiments without me." Tony instructed, pointing an accusatory finger in our direction.

I clutched at Bruce dramatically, feigning hurt feelings and was rewarded with a swift motion of his arms. I shrieked delightfully at being thrown over the scientist's shoulder as he hastened his pace towards the elevator, hightailing it out of there. "I'd never snitch on science daddy," I wiggled my eyebrows in Tony's direction, sticking a hand down the back pocket of Bruce's pants, dangling over his shoulder like a happy sack of potatoes.

The lab smelled strongly of alcohol and bitter chemicals, the solution that Bruce developed to ensure the optimal state of the alien pathogens. The man's genius never ceased to amaze me: Bruce came up with the needed formula in the span of a few hours while running low on sleep, post a Hulk-out session.

We put on our protective gear - "science onesies" I called them - along with a respirator and goggles and set to the segregated part of the lab where the specimens were kept under a blue light. The glass wall between Bruce's and Tony's lab was dimmed; I reflected in it, looking positively futuristic in my double-stacked white platformed boots and white hazmat suit.

"Wait," I motioned to Bruce to come over.

"Oh, right, our music," He was already half-way to being in total Science Mode. "Friday, please put on the "Get Schwifty" playlist, 60% volume."

The playlist that me and Bruce came up with for our lab sessions. The man was such an adorable dork. Thirty percent my music, thirty percent of his indie rock shit and forty percent 00's bops. In other words, utter perfection.

I finally managed to fish out my phone from my pants. "No, let's take a selfie," I struck an impressive pose and pointed the camera as Avril Lavigne sung the first verse to Sk8r Boi.

Bruce laughed but abided by the request, giving me bunny ears in the photo, tapping the fingers of his other hand on my waist to the rhythm of the song.

"He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy!" I sang along, switching my Instagram to stories and posting the short clip of us just vibing with the caption #sciencetime, Bruce laughing openly behind his respirator. I looked cute and silly in my outfit.

"Send the video to me, I'll post it on my Twitter," Bruce requested. I indulged him then put my phone away, ready to conquer the world of microbiology. Or die trying. Science was calling...

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Word count: 3.8k!

A/N: this is one of my favourite things I’ve ever written and I’m super proud of it, also the biggest word count I’ve ever done, hope you enjoy and pretty please leave feedback!! <3

Warnings: brief mentions of underage sex, calling of child services, brief mentions of an anxiety attack

Avengers college AU

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Bucky: Guys I’m really desperate

Bruce: what?

Steve: wdym?

Bucky: does anyone have the first period free tomorrow? Can’t afford a babysitter for Riley :/

Tony: nah can’t, I’ve got a busy schedule

Clint: economics man

Bruce: science m8

Nat: same as Clint I’m afraid Jamesy

Clint: wbu Steve?

Steve: library club and I can’t skip

Bucky: >: I

Bucky: I think I may be having a midlife crisis.

Tony: okay 1. You’re 20 and 2. You shouldn’t have gone an’ knocked up a woman at 17

Nat: Tony!

Bucky: You’re acting like you didn’t get some at 17 Tony

Bruce: he has a fair point.

Nat: and anyway Riley’s too pure for your insults Tony

Bucky: uwu

Tony: you have officially turned into every teenage girl Barnes

Nat: anywayyyyyyy, Thor how’re you coping with your brother’s “phase”

Tony: I am starting to think Loki’s goth phase isn’t just a phase Natalie, I caught him walking around in a skull T-shirt with chains this morning

Clint: oh daym

Steve: what are you going to do?

Thor: I am going to show that I respect him by buying him some flowers!

Clint: What abt a chain tho?

Nat: wait, does anyone wanna go to laser tag at some point?

Tony: oooh yes!

Bruce: yeah I’m down! :)

Steve: I’ve got time yeah thanks

Bucky: I never back down from a laser tag game

Nat: great! I’ll book it with Tony’s card

Tony: wait what?

Bucky: oh shit, I’ve gotta go, Riley’s just run away somewhere brb

Clint: oh damn.

Bucky shoved his phone hastily into his pocket and looked around, desperation filling his eyes as they searched for any sign of his daughter. The bushes swayed with the evening breeze and very few people strolled around campus, either going on a walk, meeting up early with friends or getting food. The young adult heavily sighed out of relief when he caught sight of Riley, excitedly chatting to a man, who James quickly identified him as one of his other friends, Sam.

Braking out into a light jog, he made his way across campus to the pair while also trying to avoid bumping into the other students that were now staring at him, in college he was basically known as the fuck boy. Not that he was, the only reason behind it was that he had a daughter at 17 and everyone apart from his friends never saw past that.

“What’re you doing here munchkin?” He asked the small girl who was now shyly smiling at her father. Sam chuckled at the duo and turning his attention away from Riley, “wasn’t her fault dude, just telling me how she’s going to chemistry class tomorrow, can’t wait to see that” he said with a sly smirk on his face.

Bucky mentally sighed, yes it was going to be very tough tomorrow. Not only was she very restless, but she also was very talkative and wouldn’t put a filter on around people older than her, which most of the time could be very offensive. “Yeah! I promised him I’ll be good!”

“Oh really? Well I kinda hoped you’d have something to say to Professor Demon”

“Sam,” he groaned and ran a hand through his hair “his names Damon, if he caught you sayin’ that then we’d get suspended so quickly dude” Riley giggled and looked up at her dad innocently “and then we’d go poor because you suck at getting jobs”

“He sucks at everything” Sam mumbled, earning a glare from the other man. “We better go get some food now, there’s literally nothing in the fridge except a can of tuna, some ketchup and packets of sour sauce from takeout awhile ago”

“Oof man”

The walk to the diner that he had decided on going to after he couldn’t be bothered going grocery shopping was a long one. Riley insisted on stopping for every dog they saw, to ask to stroke it. “Ri’ baby, we can’t keep stopping, we gotta get back to the dorm before it’s your bedtime”

The pout she sent him instantly melted his heart before he realised she knew exactly what she was doing and he readjusted his grip on her hand so she didn’t end up running away again like she did earlier.

-

“Ri’ what do you want?” He asked the child once the waitress had come over asking for their orders. She gave a nonchalant shrug and turned her attention back to the video that was playing on Bucky’s phone that he had given her for the wait. “M’kay so, can we get a,” he took a pause to take a quick glance at the kid’s menu on the table “chicken nuggets and chips please with… chocolate milkshake?”

Riley nodded and the waitress, who from the name tag on her apron, was named Elizabeth, began to write down both his and her order but halfway through gave a quick glance up to Bucky, but when he caught her cheeks flooded red that made his daughter snort.

“Is that all sir?”

“Riley shut up” he quietly told the girl as Elizabeth walked away with her head down. “She was flirting with you dad” she laughed making him jokingly nudge her across the table “Oi, and anyway she’s not my type munchkin”

“Well don’t be too loud, the creeps staring at you dad”

He didn’t mean to, but without thinking his head whipped round to instantly make eye contact with the woman who was biting her lip, her eyes now as big as plates. His cheeks heated furiously as he immediately turned back around to face his adorable giggling daughter. “You better like those chicken nuggets munchkin cause I’ve got to go through this to get them”

“I will dad, I like chickens”

-

“Riley, come on you gotta get some sleep” he groaned once she’d slid onto the sofa where he was writing his assignment last minute for the fifth time that night.

“But dad,” She whined and pulled on the sleeve of the college logo sweater he had pulled on without even thinking about it once they’d got home as he had only just realised he had a paper to write, “I’m not tired and I don’t want to be alone”

His eyes softened at the pleading look on her face that would get him to do anything she wanted him to “m’kay baby, how about we go into into the bedroom and you try to get some sleep while I finish this up”

She nodded enthusiastically and he picked up the study books and paper in one hand and Riley in the other, deep eye bags could be found on his face from the lack of sleep that he had spent pulling all-nighters working on college work and began to make his way into the small room that had a single bed pressed up against the wall with a mattress next to it, an abundance of blankets on both.

He set the small girl onto the single bed and lowered himself down into the smaller one, using the bed frame to press his back against and using a hardback book underneath the paper to rest on.

“Why do people stare at you?” Bucky only just heard Riley mumble as her eyes struggled to keep open. He stopped writing but kept his hand in the same place while grinder his teeth, wondering what to say. “Cause baby… people don’t really think that I should have you this young,” he struggled to find the words as he felt his daughter roll onto her back to listen “but they don’t understand that I love you a lot, don’t I munchkin?”

Riley giggled behind him and uttered a small yes. “At least they haven’t tried to take me away again”

The young man's breath hitched in the back of his throat at the memory flashed through his mind. They’d been watching a movie with Steve after their classes and a knock had sounded on the door.Apparently, Child services had been called by one of the students and they tried to take her away but he wouldn’t let them, they had threatened to take him to court because the living settings were not meant for a child but 17-year-old Steve had calmly spoken to them outside the room while James had been on the edge of a panic attack inside.

“Yeah, scared me Ri’” his horse voice answered back making her eyebrows scrunch in confusion “I’m not going anywhere dad. Well, unless I die but y’know”

He sent her a bitch face look over his shoulder which made her uncontrollably giggle. Bucky chuckled and set his attention back to the essay while absent mindedly talking to her about random things.

“Is Loki gonna be at the laser tag place?” She asked and added on excitedly “oooh can I come dad?!”

“Sure doll, let me tell the guys”

Buck: we got plus ones on this laser tag thing?

Bruce: whyyyy??

Thor: oooh if that is the case I would very much like to take my brother!

Nat: oh are you bringing Riley then?

Buck: yup

Steve: I don’t see why not

Tony: I’m off to speak to this really hot girl

Clint: what that spice girl?

Buck: do you mean pepper?

Clint: ah yes!

He chuckled at the screen and chucked his phone to the side while looking up to his daughter on the bed above him, going to tell her they approved before stopping and smiling to himself as he caught sight of her peaceful, sleeping form.

Without waking her up, he got off the mattress and tucked in the blankets, quietly laughing as he retrieved the earbuds she had borrowed in the diner from her pocket. “Night munchkin”

-

Bucky groaned as the ringing of his phone awoke him, the technology next to his ear from when he had fallen asleep sat up. “Wha’?”

It was so early in the morning that he didn’t even have the energy to think of a proper sentence, never mind say one.

Steve: hey guys make sure your ready, it starts an hour after school

Clint: Steve. School. Finishes. At. 6. Pm. What. Tf. Do. You. Mean. It. Starts. In. An. hour. After.

Nat: we thought you could do with a late start

Tony: fuck you Romanoff

Clint: ten bucks says she’s smirking rn

Buck: ughhh

Bruce: I feel exactly the same way

Buck: no you don’t. I spent up until 6 am doing that English essay I forgot about

Tony: oof

Bucky: I will physically be running on caffeine this morning so be ready

He took a look around the messy room before deciding he would clean it another day and raised himself onto his feet before making sure Riley was still on the single bed asleep. He made his way to the tiny kitchen that held a mini-fridge, microwave, kettle and an oven with two counters on one side to make himself a cup of coffee that he was depending on if he had to spend an hour of his day running around in sweaty gear and a fake gun while making sure his daughter didn’t run away to get some sort of snack.

“Fuck” he mumbled as the loud whirring of the kettle started, sure to wake Riley up. “I’m tired” he heard a voice groan behind him, making the man whirl around, instantly making eye contact with his daughter. Sighing out of relief and returning back to the drink he was previously making. “So am I doll, yet you can’t have coffee”

He made her go get dressed and brush her teeth while he had a mental breakdown over what he was going to do about the paper he didn’t manage to finish before he fell asleep last night.

“Dad,” Bucky looked up to find Riley once again dressed in a pair of Joggers and a baggy T-shirt that she’d dragged out of the very few clean clothes in her draw “someone’s messaging your laptop”

She struggled to hold up the open device that showed multiple emails from one of his professors questioning his performance in class for the recent weeks. He inwardly cursed and took the laptop from her to begin emailing her back, choosing to ignore the insults she had thrown at him and his daughter in the middle of it.

“She is so full of-“ he stopped halfway through the sentence, noticing that Riley was sat next to him, quietly playing a YouTube video on his phone. “Whatcha watching Ri’?” He asked, his attention still focusing on trying to be professional in the email back. “c- c-“ she struggled to pronounce the word so she passed it to him.

“Commentary channels?” The man asked with a laugh, thinking about how most parents wouldn’t even let their 4 child near a video like that but yet again he wasn’t like most parents. He was 20 and had to do this alone.

“Oh yeah”

“Come on munchkin, we gotta get to first period before we’re late” he told her and grabbed his backpack to quickly shove his college things in before glancing at the digital clock on his phone and scooping Riley up so they could get there quicker.

Halfway through the panicked running across campus, the small girl decided she needed a nap and fell asleep against his shoulder, making Natalia laugh as they passed.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom he knew it was a bad idea when 11 pair of eyes fell to his, heavily panting and holding an asleep 4-year-old.

“Sir he’s late” a girl, younger than him moaned to the teacher who was now shrugging his shoulders “I don’t care”

“But professor, why’d he bring the baby?”

Bucky had enough of everyone staring at him, he readjusted the bag on his back before making his way to the back of the class, sitting in an empty seat in between Sam and Tony and placed Riley on his lap.

“That’s a good question Jaimee, Barnes?”

“Couldn’t find anyone to look after her professor” he mumbled in response, making sure to be loud enough to hear. “No babysitter?”

“Can’t afford it sir”

He didn’t once make eye contact with anyone in the room, instead putting his attention on the books that he was bringing out of his bag. “You alright man?” Tony whispered across the desk and flicked a pen at him, “Oi” Bucky hissed as the metal came in contact with the side of his head making Sam laugh loudly at him.

“Dad,” a mumble was heard quietly, making the older man look at his daughter, eyes that were previously closed were now looking up at his wide with pleading “I’m hungry”

If he was anywhere else in the world he would have sworn loudly, but right now he was in a class with 10 other students and his daughter. “Okay baby, but you're gonna have to wait for a while, we’re in my class but I’ll get you something after okay?”

She nodded and rested her hair back against his chest, making him smile slightly as he went back to taking notes of the class. “I’ve got skittles,” Sam held out the family-sized packet of sugary sweets making Riley do grabby hands towards it. Without asking Sam gave her it, earning a goofy smile from the girl. “Thank you dude but she’s literally gonna get the biggest sugar rush possible now”

“Aha, can’t wait to see that”

-

By halfway through the period Riley was already rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, on the spot next to Bucky’s chair, his hand holding hers to make sure she didn’t run up to the front and distract everyone. “Dad, are you going to work tonight?”

“Yeah munchkin, not for long though, you can stay with Stevie. How about that?”

“Yeah, m’kay”

Suddenly the professor spoke up, directing his attention to Bucky “Barnes, the symbol Sb stands for stibium or stibnite. What is the modern name of this element?”

“That doesn’t sound like English dad” Riley loudly whispered to him, making the class laugh, “and what do you think the answer is?”

The girl pondered for a second and looked at her dad with seriousness drawn upon her features “...tell me,”

-

“Laser in the house!” Clint exclaimed in excitement once everyone had found their way to the front of campus where they’d agreed to meet.

“I like lasers,” Riley gushed while smiling brightly making most of the young adults chuckle, Loki however, did not. “Why did you have to bring me?” The man grumbled, sending a death glare towards his brother.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“Riley no-“

“Did you go through childhood trauma to endure this?”

“Ri’ you can’t ask-“

“Why is there a child?” Loki asked as if he had only just noticed she was there. “She is Barnes’ daughter brother” Thor said and gently patted her head, making her scowl.

“You have a daughter?”

“I’ve had her for 4 years dude”

“Oh”

Steve grabbed his phone from his pocket and glanced at the time “guys we’ve gotta be there in half an hour we better get goin’”

“Alright Rogers, you really do like to keep track of time don’t you?” Tony asked and rolled his eyes making Nat nudge him in the ribs. “Tony, I’m not that old”

“You're 21, everyone else is 20 punk” Bucky teased him but stopped when he sent him a death glare. “Erm, I’m not 20.” The young girl pointed out while everyone else started making their way to the entertainment place. “Smart girl Ri’”

“Wait, do we need to decide the teams?” Bruce asked everyone once Bucky and Riley had caught up with the rest. “Ooooh,” Clint exclaimed with wide eyes “dibs on Natasha! She’s got good aim.”

“I’m gonna stick with you. Power team” Bucky whispered down to the stupidly smiling girl as she nodded furiously. By the time everyone had chosen their teammates and managed to agree, the group had arrived. “This’ll be great” Bruce sighed once they’d caught sight of the room of light-up vests with attached laser guns.

“Rules,” a middle-aged man who looked like he’d given up on life, walked into the room with a clipboard in hand “No Running, No Physical Contact, Hold Laser with Both Hands, No Climbing, Players must be careful when manoeuvring around interior arena walls, Please let us know if any of your guests suffer from the following: Asthma, epilepsy or suffer from seizures caused by fog or strobe lights.”

Everyone was quiet for a second before Steve quietly spoke up with a blush “I have asthma, sir.”

The worker took a pause and pondered for a moment, as though this had never happened in his whole 68 years of working there, “just… don’t start a fire alright?”

They all nodded in agreement, just happy that he’d been let in, and began to enter the massive room where the game was about to take place. “Right, so, let’s not rugby tackle people like you did last time,” Steve said and mostly directed it to Thor who smiled sheepishly “cause- err, there’s a kid, yeah, Riley, that’s it”

Bucky chuckled and picked up the fake laser gun as the lights began to darken, “let’s get this party started”

As soon as the words left his mouth, chaos ensured, young adults setting off running to find a place to set-up camp. As he wanted to be fast, Bucky quickly picked up Riley and began to run towards a pillar so he could hide behind it, so he’s able to get a good view of people.

“How does it work?” Riley whispered from the spot of her back pressed against his chest so she could also see and indicated towards the gun. “Gotta put your finger on the trigger” he instructed and took ahold of her index finger and brought it over to the weapon, placing the rest of her hand on the handle while her other one held the underneath of the top part, trying not to drop it.

The whole room was silent for a good 5 minutes before Bucky decided to make a move, taking hold of the collar of her jacket to gently pull her up with him. Not holding Riley’s hand as she would have ended up dropping the laser gun if she didn’t have two hands on it.

The two of them scouted out the place trying to be quiet so they didn’t get caught. Suddenly, making them jump, a loud zapping sounded in the distance, indicating that someone had found an enemy. He began to run away from the sound, after making sure his daughter was following and attempting to find somewhere to hide again but this time he didn’t find a deserted place.

“Aha!” Nat yelled and jumped out from behind a pillar while aiming the laser at Bucky’s chest. His panicked yelling and screaming filled the air as he made a run for it, completely forgetting about his teammate left behind and the rule “no running”. Suddenly, before he could brace himself his body went flying, his foot getting stuck on a stray shoe that belonged to Thor. At the same time Steve had jumped out, meaning to get the man in the chest, but instead Bucky had landed on him, using him to muffle the landing, earning an “ow man...” in return.

Bucky wanted to move, he really did, but he just couldn’t. He was in a trance, his and Steve’s baby blue eyes made eye contact, without knowing what he was doing, Steve’s body involuntarily leant up: closer to the younger man. His lips never looked more inviting, but all of a sudden a yell broke out in the room.

“Dad! Help! Nat nearly got me!”

The father scrambled up off the floor, his mind going a million miles an hour about what just happened and why it was wrong. He was his best friend. He should only see him as a friend.

Without meaning to, he ran away from him, not bothering to even spare Steve a second glance in search of his daughter, who was now cowered in one of the room's corners, trying not to get shot. Bucky chuckled slightly at the tactic and crossed the room, luckily not being noticed by Tony and Nat who were having a shoot off at each other from their opposite ends in the room.

“Nat nearly got you Ri’?”

“M’ yeah and you weren’t there.”

Guilt coursed through the mans veins as he remembered that he’d left her, but before his mind could go wondering to the events after it, he stopped himself, “sorry munchkin”

“Is’ okay, just don’t do it again dad”

He silently laughed at the sincerity in her voice and grabbed her hand to lead her away from the battle scene so they could get somebody else in the laser tag game. In quiet discussions they settled on Bruce, the one who was most likely to not be paying attention, and if he was it would still be easy to take aim without him seeing.

“Come on Ri, we got this.”

-

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hi love!! can I request a Bucky Barnes x trans!female (pre-op) reader where Bucky is being his typical charming, boy-ish, overly-confident self. He and the reader have been crushing on each other for a very long time and Bucky decides to ask her out. Reader is a little put off because ''I'm not sure you'll like a gal like me'' and Bucky is so quick to put that thought out of her mind and proceeds to ask her out anyway. followed by a cute and fluffy date uwu

Hi, i love getting requests from you and i wasn’t going to write this today but i had to. I hope you love it. Feedback is always welcome so i know your thoughts on it!

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes. x Trans!Female reader

Warnings: Fluff galore

Word Count: 1,195

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @peters-suit go check them out 💕

Woman Like You

“Come on you know you wanna go” he continues to tickle you as you refuse.

“Don’t make me drag you along” 

“Bucky stop” you giggle, trying to push him off you.

“Not until you come with me tonight” you roll your eyes, sighing before giving in.

“Okay, okay. I’ll go with you to this stupid speed dating thing” 

He punches the air in victory as he releases you from his hold. You stand up and walk away from him. His eyes are still fixed upon you as he watches your hips sway with every step you take.

“So what time is this thing anyway” he shrugs, checking his phone and squinting.

“You’re such an old man, let me check” you kneel down on the couch next to him, taking his phone from his hands. He ogles you, watching your every move. 

“Staring is rude y’know” he looks away, chuckling

“It’s hard not to stare when you practically flaunt this sexy body in front of me every day” you feel your cheeks heat up a little.

It’s nothing new though. You and Bucky do this every time you’re around each other. You flirt, it comes naturally to the two of you and it’s harmless fun. It’s just how you both are. More him than you though. 

He flirts and you flirt back.

“I know. Anyways it’s at 7:00pm so i’ll go get ready now. Meet back here in an hour?” you ask, he nods.

You head into your room and immediately go to the bathroom to wash your hair and body. 

Once you’re done you start picking out your clothes. You opt for some slim fit black jeans with a Nirvana shirt, tucked in with a belt and some heels, paired with a leather jacket. Simple yet stylish.

Makeup time. 

Nude lip and smokey eye this time. It goes well with the clothes.

“WOW” Bucky gasps as his eyes settle on you walking into the room.

Sam and Steve are also picking their jaws up from the ground.

“Guys, stop slobbering already” you wave them off.

They grab their jackets and you all head out. Ready for a night of speed dating, courtesy of Sam and his match making ways.

“No one ever finds love here” you roll your eyes, nudging Bucky.

“I dunno, i have a feeling i’ll hit the jackpot tonight” he winks, you shove him away, taking your name badge and writing it down. You follow orders and sit in one of the empty chairs.

Time to get this over with.

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10 minutes into speed dating and you’ve not spoken to any guys that interest you in the slightest. 

Sam sits down at your table next and you both laugh.

“So any luck yet?” you ask, he shakes his head no.

“How about you?” you shake your head too.

Before you know it, times up. 

Next up. Bucky. He sits down at your table, smiling like a cheshire cat.

“What is it Barnes?” 

He shrugs.

“Nothing, just think i’ve finally hit the jackpot” 

You can’t help but smile. He’s cute. He’s always been cute really but you’ve never thought of him like that. Actually that’s a lie. You have but it soon ended when you realised you were a fool for even thinking anything could happen.

“So, any luck?” he asks.

“Not yet unfortunately” 

“Well how about me then?” 

You freeze, trying to figure out what the hell he just said.

“What about you?”

“How about you give me a go?”

“I dunno. I’m not exactly sure i’m your type. And i’m also not sure you’d like a gal like me” he sits back in his chair, letting out a deep breath.

“You never know, people can surprise you” 

Before you can say anything, the bell goes. Time’s up. 

Next is some random guy. He sits down, introducing himself immediately and then he begins to ramble, you find your eyes wondering to see who Bucky is talking to.

He’s looking right back at you.

Before you know it, the event is over.

You stand up, walking over to the front desk and handing your sheets in to the woman. You can feel Bucky’s eyes on you but you ignore it for now.

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Bucky shoos Sam and Steve away so you two can have some time alone in the lounge.

“So about my comment earlier” he starts “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard. It’s just you know how we are with each other. We flirt, there’s no denying our chemistry Y/N and you can say no if you want, but i guess all i’m asking for here is a chance”

“Bucky” he kisses you before you can finish talking. The kiss is deep and passionate. Not like any kiss you’ve had before. 

As he pulls away, you smile at each other.

The kiss was good. More than good, it was breathtaking. 

“Now, the night is still young. So how about you change into comfier clothes and meet me outside in 10″ he suggests, you don’t have time to decline, he walks off.

You can’t lie, you’re thrilled. This is actually happening. Bucky Barnes just kissed you.

So this is what it feels like to finally get your crush.

You rush around your room, scrambling to find your sweatpants. You find some yoga pants instead, shoving them on along with a baggy shirt and some trainers. You head outside, looking around to find Bucky when your eyes settle on the perfect view

Bucky is sat on the grass, a basket next to him and he’s on a blanket.

“Care to join me for a late night picnic?” your cheeks heat up and the whole dam zoo is in your stomach as you take a seat next to him.

“You didn’t have to rush around like this Buck” he places a hand to your cheek, holding your head. 

“I know i didn’t have to but i wanted to. I want you to see i’m serious about this. About wanting a chance with you”

He leans in, kissing you once again. You melt into his hand. His touch is so warm and welcoming.

“Come on, eat something. I have sandwiches, chips, chocolate” you find yourself just smiling at him as he talks. 

You opt for a sandwich first as he starts.

This is heaven. It’s simple yet so thoughtful. It’s clear he wanted to impress and he’s done that.

“I know it seems like all this flirting has been strictly innocent but if we’re being honest here. I did it in hopes that something would spark up but it never did” 

Now’s your chance Y/N. Confess.

“If we’re being honest here Buck, i’ve liked you for a long time but i just didn’t think anything would happen so i gave up before i even tried” you feel silly admitting this. 

He rests his hands over your smaller ones. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now doll” 

Doll? DOLL?

You calm your nerves and smile.

“I’m glad you feel the same. It’s honestly a relief” he leans in again.

His lips brush yours before he claims them as his. 

You’re now officially dating Bucky Barnes and it feels great.

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Daddy’s Girl

Pairing: AU! Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, a single father of his daughter Winnifred, named after his late mother, with sad, tortured eyes and a kind, open heart, hires Y/N to babysit his little girl while he works at his new construction job, coming home only at lunchtime. Innocent and fiery and compassionate, you find your way into his heart and soon his daughter isn’t the only one you come over for.

A/N: so as you can see I haven’t posted a fanfiction in awhile, been busy and stuff, and i want to go back to my roots and write a bucky story cause i adore writing him and I haven’t written an AU yet so I decided to do this one (he’s still a super soldier and was around in the 40′s just domesticated now we love him uwu) and as always i hope you guys enjoy and feedback is appreciated because it’s my only form of validation and i love it this ones a long one btw and rushed and WHOA and if ya want a part two LEMME KNOW

Warnings: really freaking fluffy, mild language, age-difference, cuteness, mentions of cheating and war trauma, slight angst, alcohol consumption, heavy makeout, 

Your knuckles ghosts over the large, wooden doorway laden with vines, climbing up the cedar detailing, other hand gripping your bag strap tightly. You’re nervous, to say the least, this job funding your payments for online university and you don’t want to jeopardize anything on your first day. He’s offered more than enough for your hourly wage, more than any babysitting job you’ve had before, any job for that matter, and based on his house, it’s no wonder he can afford to do so.

Your fist finally knocks against the door and it opens almost immediately, as if he’s been waiting behind the door this whole time you’ve been standing here, both stalling. You’ve only heard his voice over the phone, deep and charming, but that didn’t do him justice. Sculpted face, from marbled, olive clay, cerulean blue eyes that are already looking you over, dark, brunette hair to his jawline and messy with the slightest of curls, and lips, curved at the edges permanently, like he was born with a face to smile. His left arm is made of metal, cool and hard steel you want to reach out and touch like a painting in the Met, off limits. But you don’t dare stare too long, don’t dare pry. He’s beautiful and you’re almost stunned into silence, not expecting the man before you.

“Y/n, right?” he asks, flashing a soft, half smile, warm and inviting.

“No, wait... yeah,” you laugh nervously, shaking your head, scrunching your nose when embarrassment floods to your face, flushed. “Sorry, yes, I’m y/n.”

His smile widens, “I’m James, but I go by Bucky. You can call me whichever you like. Please, come on in.”

You share in his smile, making the eye contact your past bosses would always reprimand you about, something about respect they said, and walk inside when he opens the door a little wider for you, “Yes, sir,” you say and he ignores the not so subtle tug in his chest when you say that, following in behind you after shutting the door.

“So uh... this is my humble abode, I guess,” he tugs on the curls at the ends of his hair as your eyes scan the house, speechless at the interior design, imagining that it gets lonely in this big home with just the two of them.

“Humble isn’t exactly the word I would use,” you look back at him. “Your home is gorgeous. This foyer alone is bigger than my apartment,” you laugh lightly.

Bucky noticeably softens, bashful, hands stuffed deep in his pockets when he walks ahead of where your standing rooted to the floor, “It was my ma’s... she left it after she passed. I’ve barely been able to keep up with the payments, but I do what I can.”

“I tried to...” he notices a barbie doll laying on the ground and kicks it swiftly under the staircase so you wouldn’t see but you catch the small exchange and smile. “Clean up as much one can with a five year old spider monkey on their back. I apologize if it’s messy in some rooms.”

You giggle, “No need to be sorry,” you assure him, tugging on your bag strap, filled to the brim with games to keep the child busy and occupied, also including some snacks and your cellphone. “Mess is natural.”

His shoulders slack, relaxing when hearing that, a soft smile his only response.

“Speaking of, hey, sweetheart!” he calls up the stairs, leaning against the railing, rolling up the sleeves of his light green flannel, unintentionally showing off his ripped forearms, toned and tan from working outside. “Come downstairs and meet y/n, she’s going to be taking care of you from now on while I’m working!”

“Hey is for horses, daddy!” she yells down the stairs, little voice high pitched and extremely adorable.

“Uncle Steve told you that, didn’t he?” he rolls his eyes, flashing a smile in your direction, sharing in the expression with him.

The little girl appears at the top of the staircase and she’s bouncing with energy, blonde curls raining down her shoulders, stuffed unicorn tucked under her pudgy arm, “He also said yelling is impolite. Especially when it’s from another room.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” he sighs, grumbling under his breath as he patiently awaits for his daughter to skip down the stairs, jumping into his open arms. He groans at the impact and spins her around.

“Well, how about you tell Uncle Steve to shove it,” he looks at her and she giggles, bubbling with laughter when he tickles her sides. “Can you do that for me?”

“Isn’t that mean?” she narrows her blue eyes, much like her father’s, big and bright.

“Yes, but I’ll allow it just this once.”

She nods, saluting her goofy father and he salutes back, brothers in arms. You’ve never seen a parent so in love with their kid like this, so kind and gentle.

He sets her down on the ground once again, the little girl finally acknowledging your presence with a curious tilt of her head, almost like a cat. “Is this the lady?”

“Winnifred, this is y/n,” he nudges her towards you, hand on her back pushing her forward. “And y/n, this is the spider monkey I was talking about,” he cracks a smile and you chuckle, lowering yourself to the ground to get to her level.

“Hi, Winnifred,” you extend your hand. “I’m y/n. It’s very nice to meet you. Your giraffe is really cute.”

She takes two of your fingers in her small hand, thin, golden brown glasses perched on the bridge of her nose and shakes, formal and polite when she puffs up her chest while doing her best to mimic her father, “I’m Winnifred but I go by Winnie, call me whicheva’ you prefer.”

Bucky looks at his daughter, stunned and mouth agape, “Are you mocking me?”

She furrows her small brow, faking offense, but she’s crossing her fingers behind her back where only you can see, “Of course not.”

“Were you listening this whole time, Winnie?” you ask her quietly and she grins, nodding rapidly, as hyper as the energizer bunny. You give her a small, secret fist bump, both sharing a small smile.

“You two will get along perfectly,” James rolls his eyes.

You’re braiding back Winnifred’s hair into plaited pigtails, tying off the ends with violet ribbon you brought from home, when Bucky walks down the staircase, work bag hanging off his broad shoulder. He blinks hard when he sees you, smiling with blushing cheeks, eyes tired. “Oh, hey, you’re early.”

“I also made you a sack lunch,” you hold up the paper bag with one hand, and fix up Winnie’s hair with the other.  

You’ve been here a week now and it’s slowly become routine, you getting here early even though you don’t have to, going out of your way to do nice things for him because you know he needs it, and him blushing, oblivious to your affections but growing in his own.

His hand brushes yours when he accepts the lunch from your grasp, calloused fingers touching yours.

“Goodbye, sweetheart, I love you. Be good for y/n and I’ll see you at lunch,” he kisses the top of her head and almost like it’s out of habit, sleep deprivation, confusion, or just him plain wanting to, he kisses the top of your head too.

You look up at him, surprised, and Winnifred practically squeals, deep color filling your face.

He closes his eyes in embarrassment, clearly exhausted and delirious, “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry, it’s a force of habit. I’ve made you uncomfortable, haven’t I? I’m s-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you assure him, laying your hand on his forearm, subconsciously running your thumb over the skin when you try to relax his anxious rambling. You laugh a little, he’s like a puppy in more ways than one, “I’m not uncomfortable, here...” you get up off where you’re sitting on the couch, Win watching you expectantly.

You stand up on the tips of your toes, seeing as he’s six foot and then some, and kiss the top of his head, gentle and doting. “There you go, now we’re even,” you share a small smile with him, eyes alight.

He searches your face for something but you don’t know what, finding that unknown thing in your eyes before edging a soft smirk and chuckling, “Thank you. That... oddly helped.”

You grin brilliantly and Winnifred jumps on your back from the cushion on the couch, both of you sharing a laugh, “You’re welcome, I knew it would. Have a good day at work, we’ll be here.”

“You too,” he runs a hand through his behead of hair, looking at the two of you adoringly before walking over to the door.

“This isn’t work for me,” you say happily. “I love this spider monkey,” you scrunch your face up and stick out your tongue at her, Winnifred copying your silly expression.

She puts her small hands on your face and shakes you around, you toss her over your shoulder in retaliation. Bucky watches on at the adorable exchange and his heart aches in a way he’s never felt like that before, not his ex wife, not his past girlfriends, not the whirlwind of dames he went through in the 40′s army, not drunken one night stands he thought about calling the next day, and it scares him. You. And his attraction to you soon grows to much more than just that.

“Bye,” he sort of half smiles, heart beating out of his chest when he sees you give him a passing smile as he walks out, both of you still grinning even after the other leaves.

~~~

He’s sitting out on the patio when you’re about to leave for the day, just after putting Winnifred down for her nap. She had been clinging to your tee shirt until you broke down to her begging in telling her a story. There’s a bottle of beer in his hand, and you’re struck at how the moonlight is cascading down his sitting figure, how pleasing he is to look at, rocking back and forth in his white rocking chair. The paint on the old seat is chipping, old, and creaking under his weight, masking the sound of you closing the door behind you, tugging on your bag.

He sees you anyway, always taught when he was a soldier that he needs to look out and keep being alert at all times in case of an attack, that it’s either him or the enemy. His eyes are glazed over when he looks at you like he’s somewhere else before he shakes himself out of it, gulping audibly in your presence when tucks a falling strand of your hair behind his ear. He tied his hair up in a bun, the occasional tendril escaping the elastic.

His five o’clock shadow is more prominent out here in the near dark, stars speckling the sky above you both.

“Hi,” you exhale, running a hand through your hair so it’s out of your face, wearing a crooked grin Bucky can’t bring himself to want to fix. It’s so perfectly you. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your alone time, I know it’s hard to come by as of lately,” you chuckle, nervous beyond repair, almost losing your balance just standing here. “I’ll go and leave you alone-”

“Stay.”

It’s a single word and he says it with such gentleness and permanence you can’t say no. Not that you’d want to anyway, you’ll always say yes.

You nod, “I’d love to, but... are you sure?”

“Very,” he assures you, nodding towards the porch swing beside him, swaying in that late night breeze, curling itself around you and licking your bones, that warmth your feeling being something else. Someone else.

“Alright,” you concede and walk over to sit down on the swing, not needing much convincing.

You lay down on the swing, bare legs kicked up in the air when your jean shorts ride up ever so slightly, the hot sun in the day now biting you in the ass because the temperature has changed so drastically, nipping at your skin. His eyes fall over your toned legs and he’s intoxicated. You let out a long sigh you’ve been holding in all day, feeling the ice cold glass of a beer bottle in your outstretched hand, and you yelp slightly, opening your eyes and taking the beer he’s given to you with a small, gracious smile.

“Rough day?” he asks, taking a swig of his own drink.

“No, not at all, Winnifred’s the perfect kid,” you gush, twisting off the top of the bottle and sipping the drink. “I just never sleep. What with college and stuff.”

He smiles at the compliment to his daughter, agreeing completely, “Where do you go?”

“Community college down the street by my apartment, I only go part time, but it’s still... time consuming. I stayed up all night studying for upcoming exams.”

“Today isn’t so good for everyone I guess,” he nurses his drink, swirling it around absentmindedly. “Today’s an anniversary of mine.”

You frown a little at that, forgetting the idea of him being with someone, that familiar feeling of a hole in your chest, sipping the beer, “You and... your wife?”

His lips slightly tug upward at your change in tone, “Of our divorce...”

“Oh,” your eyes widen the tiniest bit, swirling your drink. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” his eyes soften at your kind words. You’re good, too good. For him, anyway. “I walked in on her... and my brother, after coming home from work. One month after Winnifred was born, she was asleep that night, they did it just one room away from my little girl...” he clenches his fist around his bottle and the glass fractures. 

“She saw me and I didn’t say anything. I just looked at her. She said it was because I wasn’t angry that she was doing this. Because I never feel anything. I walked out, no emotion, nothing. So maybe she was right about that,” he laughs dryly, scratching the back of his neck, another strand falling across his face. “She left with him that night and I haven’t seen any of them since, maybe the occasional Facebook post of her and her new family but... all Winnie knows is that she’s gone, she asks me a lot if it’s her fault.”

“You don’t deserve that,” you say tenderly, as if cooing an injured animal, leaning forward. Your small shirt rides up slightly, revealing the soft pudge of your stomach when you reach out to put your comforting hand on his arm. He’s swept under your spell. “Winnifred doesn’t either.”

“It was tough at the time,” he admits honestly, baring his soul to you. “But I’ve moved on since, some things just aren’t...” you two lock eyes. “-meant to be, I guess.”

“She’s what we women like to call a cunt,” you tell him, your attempt to lighten up the mood. “Just look up the definition and you’ll see her picture, with your brother right behind her.”

He laughs, genuinely this time, eyes crinkling in the corners kind of laugh, the contagious one that gets you started too. It feels good, makes you both forget about your troubles. Just you two, under starlight, on this painted, wooden porch, in the beginning of June. Because you can’t be bothered with anything else.

“Thank you,” he praises, raising the bottle to his pink mouth. “I see why Winnifred adores you so much. It took dozens of some odd babysitters, but, hey, we got you now.”

“Well... I don’t normally swear around my bosses,” you flush in the slightest. 

“I’ll allow it just this once,” he takes a sip, looking at you from the corner of his eyes, lips wrapped around the rim and coated with liquor when they curl at the edges. 

“You’re too kind,” you breathe a chuckle and take your own sip, meeting eyes over a shared bottle of beer in both your fists. 

“You’re the first to say so.”

“With a heart like yours, Buck... I highly doubt that,” you stand up from the porch swing, backpack in hand again. No one’s called him that since Steve and girlfriends in the 40′s, but he likes the way you say it much better. He can just hear the smug voice of his best friend now. From when he called him while you were upstairs.

“You like her, Buck,” he told him, that damned smile searingly loud even over the phone. “I can tell, haven’t heard you talk about a dame like this since...” he paused. “Since no one, actually.”

“I can’t like her,” Bucky had reiterated, to himself mostly, trying to convince himself what his heart was telling him otherwise. “She babysits my kid, she’s ten years younger than me... she won’t like an old man like me.”

“Since when as age been an obstacle for you? And if we’re getting technical, it’s more like a 110 years younger.”

“Well it is now,” Bucky chuckled. “And since when have you been such a smartass?”

“I’ve had a good teacher,” he snarked. “Just give it a chance. Or the next time you gush about her, I’ll go and tell the doll myself.”

“You’re not allowed here after all that polite shit you drilled into my daughter’s head. She’s a little you now.”

“I taught her manners,” Steve laughed. “Sue me.”

“If I could... believe me, I would.”

“Thank you,” he looks up at you from where your standing. “For everything.”

“Of course,” you smile and he stands up himself, knowing he should go inside. “But I uh... I should get home, it’s getting late.”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he finally realizes, stuffing his hands deep in his jeans pockets, like a lovestruck teenager all over again, unsure what to do. “And you know... as long as I’ve been around, one of the only benefits of being a super solider, I’ve never met someone that talks as much as you do.”

You laugh, flustered and bright from the summer night air biting at the button of your nose, “I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.”

“It’s a good thing,” he says and you gravitate towards each other. “I’ve gotten sick of the quiet.” 

You look down at your sneakers, “I’m glad I could be of service.”

You’re both so close, noses slight brushing when he’s inadvertently backed you up into the wooden railing. His hand opens and closes, before closing tightly into a fist. 

He looks you over, as if he’s holding himself back from reaching out, wanting so much of you, but it’s never enough, “Goodnight, y/n. Get home safely, alright?”

Your lips dip downward, a frown on your lips that he can’t help but take notice of when he dismisses you, but he wants to protect you. He doesn’t want to do something you both would regret. A monster like him.

You bounce back quickly with a small smile, “Oh, right. Goodnight, Mr. Barnes,” and your eyes linger on his face before you’re walking down the steps.

~~~

James walks through the backyard, it’s a hot summer day, now in mid July, and you and Winnifred are running through the sprinkler. Your bare feet slap against the wet grass, green on your heels. He watches how your skin glistens in the sun with sweat and sun screen, sun burned cheeks and hair that clings to your face in tendrils. He can’t keep his eyes off of you, a coral, pink bikini top and jean shorts, the slightest of bows tied at the top from your string bottoms. He itches to get his hands on it, to pull, to see the supple skin underneath. His eyes fall over the dips and curves of your breasts and hips, your waist, your ass. 

You run a hand over your hair, getting it out of your face and eyes to look at him with a brilliant, sunshine grin, wringing out the water in your locks, “Hey, you’re home early.”

“I-I got off a little early today because there was a heat warning, what are you guys doing outside?” he drops his work bag by the door and walks towards you both, arms folded over his chest.

“Playing in the sprinkler!” Winnifred answers, throwing her hands up, when the water hits her and she giggles freely. “Duh!”

“Really?” his eyebrows raise, mumbling smart aleck under his breath with a tiny, turned up smile. “And why is that?”

“Cause it’s fun,” you grin, crooked and bright. 

You walk over to him, extending your hand, and he looks at the gesture, suspicious, a teasing smile forming. “I won’t bite... I promise.”

You take his hand and pull him to you, stepping through the grass and stringing him along until you’re in the sprinkler and he’s soaked. His white Henley shirt clings to his tanned muscle and your eyes are anywhere but, too keep yourself sane. He looks at you, looming over, running a hand back through his slick hair, water droplets falling from his long lashes and he’s laughing, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder like a rag doll, one muscular arm wrapped around your legs. They dangle off his torso when you kick, punching his back to put you down, but your sides split from laughing, so loud and obnoxiously. 

“I wanna be carried! I wanna be carried!” Winnifred giggles excitedly, holding onto your foot where it’s hanging.

He sets you down, soft breasts to his hard chest, his hands on your waist when he puts you back on solid ground. You lock eyes with him and your fingers itch to reach out and touch him, run your hands through his hair and tug him closer to you. 

He opens his mouth to speak, inhaling sharply, “Y/n, I-”

“Y/n! He has cooties, come play with me instead!” Winnifred yells, loud and jumping up and down.

“You heard the girl,” you smile, sad and dreamy eyed. “You’re contagious.”

“Go on, then,” he laughs, looking at you like he’s about to say something again, but ultimately decided against it. Your face falls at the missed opportunity, “I’ll see you inside.”

~~~

Winnifred fell asleep across Bucky’s lap, curled up within herself under a weighted, fluffy blanket, head against his chest. You smile at the adorable moment, how his face has softened around her as the television drones on of a Disney movie you turned on that neither of you paid attention to. Ten minutes in and Winnifred was snoring away, dead asleep after laying on her father’s lap. 

“I’ll bring her upstairs,” he clears his throat as he picks her up, small against his broad and muscular frame. “If uh... you want to come with,” his lips kick up and you share it, both dreary and dog tired.

“Of course,” you yawn, stretching out your limbs, and you follow after him up the stairs, watching as he doesn’t struggle to carry her at all up the staircase.

You both step into her room as he lays her down in her Frozen themed, princess sized bed, Elsa and Anna on her pillow and large, cloudy blanket, fuzzy to the touch. She snuggles herself into the cozy mattress and smiles into her pillow, flushed with sleep and activity from the day. You and Bucky’s eyes meet over her, and to anyone on the outside looking in, you’re a happy, little family, the wholesome sitcom kind. 

He doesn’t mind that image at all.

The two of you walk out of the room after turning on her sound machine and glow worm night light, shutting the door softly behind you. You press your back against her door, hand still on the handle like it’s tethering you to reality, keeping you on solid ground. 

“This is probably... a really odd request but could you stay with me in bed... until I fall asleep?” he asks, bashful and hesitant. “I’ve been having these... night terrors lately, flashbacks, and it’s hard to sleep, so I thought maybe if someone was there with me, someone I trust then-”

“I’m happy to do it,” you smirk at his boyish smile and how timid he’s become all of a sudden, walking alongside him to his . “But if I fall asleep waiting for you to do it, don’t blame me.”

He chuckles, deep from his chest when he opens the door to his bedroom, leading you inside. You rush over and jump onto the mattress, plopping down on the soft blankets and pillows, watching him roll his eyes in a fond, affectionate sort of way that has your heart working overtime. He lays down beside you, chest rising and falling in one deep breath, none of you wanting to fall asleep despite your exhaustion. You want to savor the moment. Him and you so close.

You sit up, hair falling angelically over your face, a curtain over your eyes that shields you both from the outside world. His eyes drift to the soft pout of your lips, pink and how your tongue drags across the pillow of your bottom lip, curling at the edges when you see where his eyes lay. His eyes then drift off to what he hopes to be sleep, breathing slowing as he gracefully slips into slumber. You watch his hardened features soften as he does, lips parted ever so slightly, dark eyelashes kissing his cheeks, and you know that this is love.

It’s not more than fifteen minutes into his sleep that he shoots upright, sweat dripping down his face, coating his hair and skin, now matted on his clothes, and he’s hyperventilating, eyes glazed over with visions of his past. You wake up soon after, startled by his harsh breaths and incoherent mumbles, whispers of a former life.

“Please... please don’t. She’s all I have,” he says, voice breaking but at the same time he’s robotic, not awake, and a tear slips from his eye. He’s shaking in his covers and you know what he’s dreaming about. 

“Don’t hurt Winnifred, please, I’m the monster, not her. S-she shouldn’t be hurt, take me instead,” his heart seizes in his chest. He calls out your name in his tired voice, broken sobs escaping. 

You throw your arms around him, close to tears yourself, clutching him to your chest to wake him from the nightmare, cooing softly in his ear until his breathing calms and he’s silent.

“I’m okay, Winnifred’s okay, we just put her to bed, Buck. It’s just a dream, it’s not real...” you run a hand through his brunette locks, teasing the scalp and rubbing small stars into his back, bringing him slowly back in to the present and out of his own dark, warped thoughts. 

You move to put your hands on either side of his face, his eyes finally back to their normal glimmer, now awake. You brush your thumb against the stubble on his jaw, fingers massaging into the skin, “I’m here, just keep looking at me.”

He looks up at you, wide eyed and cautious of his every move, and to calm him down further, or possibly just to indulge your own wants, you kiss his forehead. Pressing lips against his cheek, his nose, his jaw, his temples, small groans escaping him when he takes your face in his hands and crashes his mouth against yours and it’s a symphony, harmony of moving lips. 

“No, no... we can’t,” he whispers, just barely in front of your lips. 

“Why?” you look at him, questioning.

“It-it’s not right...” he groans at the desperate expression on your face, hair mussed and lips swollen, throwing all caution to the wind. 

“Stop talking,” you silence him, shaking your head with a soft smile, and your lips are on his again.

He greedily swallows your moans when his hands fall down your body, each and every ample curve in the palm of his hand. His hands slides under your thighs, gripping the smooth flesh and picking you up so you straddle his hips, legs wrapped around him. You grind your ass into him, purring, his breath quickening along with your heaving chest. It’s hard to imagine, wanting something for so long and finally getting it, like reaching out for light and finally grasping it between your fingers, that starlight you’ve been searching for since that night on the porch with him. And it’s better than you dreamed it up to be. He breaks away, both of you open mouthed and you kiss the dimple that appears when his lips twitch upwards while looking at you.

You trail your fingers up his metal arm and he feels the pressure of your hand, the warmth of your skin and the sudden press of lips against the cool steel when you kiss his palm. 

He flips you both over so he’s above you, stubble scratching against your neck when he places sloppy, open mouthed kisses down your skin and sucks bruises on your most sensitive pulse points, a frenzy of tongue and teeth. A man untamed.

Bucky resurfaces and looks at you, lust and sincerity in his gaze, hungry, “Are you sure?”

“About what, Buck?”

“Us.”

“Unquestionably.”

[stony-ao3-feed]

The Bonds of Innocence

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2VIG3mq

by MoonshineEvelyn

Tony Stark is a 12 year old who finds solace in hiding in his barn when things get rough at home. Steve Rogers is a 14 year old helping his mother work in the Stark's barn.

Their worlds collide. Tony hates Steve's pragmatism. Steve hates Tony's incredulity. All Edwin hopes is that somewhere in all this, Anthony gets a friend.

Can they? Become friends?

(The author is pretending that Endgame doesn't exist and is indulging herself in fantasies where her precious babies aren't hurt, for most part. Please humor her. x)

Words: 1795, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Edwin Jarvis, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Ana Jarvis, Sarah Rogers, Peggy Carter, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Boys In Love, Childhood Trauma, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Animals, DUM E is a kitten, Butterfingers is a kitten, Tony Stark has all my uwus, Endgame trauma, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Tony Stark Needs a Hug

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2VIG3mq

[squirrelstone]

tumblr literally does not care about abuse victims who don’t fit in their perfect little box of how they define an abuse victim. if it’s not a perfect angel they can point to and say “uwu my sweet bby doesn’t deserve this they did nothing wrong” (or pretend they did nothing wrong), then their abuse is irrelevant or nonexistent.

Bucky Barnes, Harry Potter, and Hannah Baker are all safe from your wrath because they’re quintessentially innocent. Bucky was physically and mentally not in control, Harry was pushed down so often and so severely that his only way out was literally magic, and Hannah was a tragic hero from the get-go.

Characters like Tony Stark, Chloe Bourgeois, and Sansa Stark are regularly on y’all’s shit lists for a litany of reasons. Tony’s an alcoholic, so he’s Bad™. Chloe fell into the wrong side of the cycle of abuse, so she’s Bad™. Sansa complains about her abuse, so she’s Bad™. It happens over and over again with you all. If they are not fundamentally pure or you cannot delude yourselves into thinking they’re fundamentally pure, you attack them for whatever defect you think they have.

You’ll claim that nothing excuses the abuse they’ve faced, then turn around and do just that with gaslighting and other bullshit, saying that things they’ve done before- or even after- being abused explains why they were abused or excuses more abuse being done to them.

Don’t pretend to give a shit about abuse victims unless you care about the “ugly” ones too, the ones where people develop poor coping mechanisms or try to emulate their abusers because it’s all they know or god forbid realize they’re being abused and try and fail to stand up for themselves.

[anthony-mackerel]

PAVENGERS YAAAAS why do you think each Avenger fell in love with Peter????

Thor fell in lov with Peter probably because of how small and curious he is. I mean, Thor could throw the kid across NY with one hand. I could totally see Peter asking Thor what it’s like to be a literal God and asking what his family is like and praising the Norse entity for being so powerful, like ?? Thor lives for this teen now. I could imagine them traveling together and Peter showing Thor a bunch of popular monuments and parks. Sjdjlsjsksksk I lov ‘em,,

Bruce probably fell in lov with Peter due to how much they actually have in common. I’d like to think that Peter likes to sit down with Bruce and talk about gamma radiation (something that has affected them both) and maybe other sciences.Hulk would lov Peter due to his youthful energy and praiseful presence. Constantly telling Hulk how strong he is and how fast he is uwu,,

Steve fell in lov with Peter due to his spirit and bravery. Peter’s always looking on the bright side of things and Steve needs that sometimes. Peter’s always so cheerful around Steve and his laugh is extremely warm. He’s also constantly selfless and willing to put himself in harms way for the sake of Steve’s safety like what a babe. Steve also adores how Peter has to stand on his tippy-toes to kiss him, laughing every single time, enjoying the man’s lips on his own.

Bucky fell in lov with Peter due to his curiosity and honesty. Peter’s borderline blunt with everyone by now and Bucky digs that. He isn’t talkative in general and Peter makes up for it, supporting the conversation and asking Bucky tons of questions. Bucky answers most of Peter’s questions and loves the way Peter speaks and laughs and fawns over his badass bionic arm. Also ?? new kink. Bucky’s arM.

Sam fell in lov with Peter unintentionally at first. Peter was extremely shy around Sam and didn’t really know how to approach him until Steve assured Peter that he was very nice n’ sweet. Sam didn’t really think much of Peter at first. Just some kid who’s now an Avenger… And then Peter began to talk. This tiny little boy, a stuttering, blushing, mess, talking to him so softly and praising his gear and abilities, like ?? How was Sam supposed to NOT fall in lov. Sam and Peter now openly joke around all the time and have fun shit-talkin’ around the facility. Natasha + Sam + Peter = master gossipers, sorry I don’t make the rules.

Scott didn’t fall in lov with Peter first, Peter did. Peter was absolutely smitten for Scott from the moment they really met. Scott, at first, related Peter to his own child, a kid. Simple. Scott spoke to Peter with respect and as a friend, and Peter did, too. At first. Peter began to flirt with Scott a lot more and (from the advice of Tony) began to touch Scott a lot more. Mainly on the arm. Scott didn’t think much of this at first until he noticed Peter biting his lips around him, fluttering his eyelashes innocently after saying something vaguely sexual, and laughing at all of his jokes no matter how cheesy. Scott actually found it endearing and began to flirt back, much to Peter’s surprise. They eventually got to talk about their feelings and Scott became Peter’s magic trick daddy.

Speaking of magic trick daddies, Stephen fell in lov with Peter when he first started noticing himself getting jealous when other people would flirt with him. Stephen blamed it on fatherly instinct at first and didn’t think much of it, but he quickly found out that it wasn’t fatherly instinct because he’s pretty sure most fathers don’t think of fucking their son. Stephen visited Peter quite a lot, bought him lunch most days, let him talk about his day, etc. Stephen only realized Peter liked him back when he caught Peter using his cape to jack off. Needless to say, they’re both on the same page now and pretty happy.

T’Challa fell in lov with Peter the minute he started talking. He rambled. A lot. After seeing all of Wakanda’s technology and learning about T’Challa and his families life, Peter wasn’t able to stop fawning over the man. I can see Peter complimenting T’Challa’s fighting techniques and his gear and absolutely adoring his accent. T’Challa would totally love hanging out with the kid and making improvements on their suits and talking about their past and sharing soft kisses and ahslsjdksk

Okay, I’m getting lazy and tired but I saved the best for last,,

Tony fell in lov with Peter for absolutely everything. Tony first didn’t think much of the boy. Just as a potential ally (during Civil War). He started to grow to like the teen the more he saw him fight and got to know him over the phone or when he was visiting the facility. Tony loved the way Peter spoke to him, the way he automatically knew how to cheer Tony up when he wasn’t feeling 100%. He loved the way Peter’s eyes snapped shut when he laughed at a dumb joke Tony didn’t think would be funny. He loved the way Peter rambled about things he liked, loved the way he hugged Tony, loved how pretty Peter was even when he was crying, loved the way Peter was so generous and caring to Tony when nobody else was. When Peter admitted to also liking the older man, Tony was stunned. I could see him hugging and kissing the boy, happy that this beautiful person feels the same way about him wow I’m a SAP THIS GOT GAY REAL FAST

ANON, what did you DOThis was long and I’m sorry but it was fun so at the same time I’m not sorry ily,,

[starkgazings-blog]

Sick / winteriron au

For @ironmanstan who wanted a sickfic with winteriron. I know you said someone talented but... I tried my best lol. Really hope you like this and I'm sorry if it's bad jfusiej. Btw tony is twenty in this bc I want uwu. PS : idk how to write sickness and how to take care of it so I just... Skipped that part. I'm sorry. Oops?

PPS. I just read some of the stuff other people wrote and I... I'm not so sure but I'm still posting it bc I kinda liked writing it. I rlly hope you like it!!!

Tony dropped wordlessly next to Bucky, his eyes nearly closed, his cheeks red and a glossy look to his eyes.

“You okay, doll ?”

Tony hummed, his eyes now closed and his resting against the sofa.

Bucky handled him until he had his head on his lap.

He touched his forehead, which was burning.

“Jesus, doll, you're burning.”

“'m not,” mumbled Tony, his mouth against Bucky's t-shirt. “Gimme your hand.”

Tony made grabby hand and Bucky couldn't help the small smile at the adorable sight.

“No, not this one,” Tony said, pouting, slurring his voice as Bucky held him his flesh hand.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at that, clearly amused by his boyfriend's antics.

“Sure.”

“Now put it on my forehead.”

“Thought you weren't sick ?”

“Shut up and do it.” And the younger does, and Tony sighed happily. “I knew your hand could come in handy sometimes.”

A beat, and then. “I didn't even do it on purpose,” giggled Tony.

Bucky rolled his eyes. But he was smiling fondly.

They have been together for maybe ten months now and they're still as stupidly in love as they've been in the first days. They still haven't gone out of their honeymoon phase. That annoys their friends but they were happy for them. Deep down. Somewhere.

“Come on, let's get you to bed you big baby.”

“No.”

“No ?”

“No,” Tony was resigned, and Bucky faigned annoyance. (Spoiler : he could never be mad at Tony even if he wanted to.)

“I guess I only have one way to make you agree…”

Tony frowned. Then he got it.

“No ! No !”

But too late, Bucky's fingers were at his side, poking him restlessly. Tony didn't even need to be properly tickled. You could just kiss him there and he would break in a fit of laughter. Bucky kept ruthlessly poking him as Tony squirmed, his body moving like a snake, trying to get away from the tickles but Bucky wasn't strong for no reason.

“Stahp !” Cried Tony, completely unable to keep his eyes open, his face broken into a big smile as he couldn't stop laughing. “I'm injured ! Stahp !”

Bucky seemed to consider it.

“No.”

Tony looked at him through his lashes, big doe eyes blinking at him innocently.

“Please ?”

“Not unless you come to bed with me.”

“No.”

Bucky kissed his sides. Tony nearly kicked him in the chins from laughing too much.

“I think I'm gonna be sick.” Said Tony between breaths.

“And we can't have that, can we ? You're coming with me.”

Tony rolled his eyes but he loved this.

Once settled in bed and Tony took his medicine, Bucky spooning him, Tony closed his eyes. He sighed happily.

“You know,” he began tentatively. “I forgot how good it felt to be taken care of.”

Bucky said nothing, waiting for Tony to keep on talking though he had a frown on his face, eyes casted worriedly over his boyfriend's small frame.

“It's been like… 15 years I think ? It was with Jarvis. Jarvis was my butler. He was like my dad. Not as in like Howard, just like my father figure. But then he died. I was five. And then whenever I fell sick I either had to take care of myself or just let it pass, pretending I wasn't sick. Howard didn't like it. Me being sick I mean. He said Stark men can't be sick, Stark men are made of iron.”

Bucky's grip on him got tighter, reminding Tony that he was there for him.

“I'm glad I met you so I can treat you like you deserve, my doll.” Bucky said.

Tony's shoulder shook.

“Are you okay doll ? Look at me.”

Tony was crying, maybe because he was sad or because Bucky was so sweet with him. Maybe both.

Bucky runned his thumb over Tony's wet cheek and kissed him on his forehead.

“If you wanna talk about anything, I'm here for you. And if you don't… I'm still here for you, baby. Never forget that okay ?”

“I love you James,” whispered Tony.

“And I love you, Tony.”

“I think my forehead is a bit hot. Do you think I can use your arm to cool it ?” Tony's cheeks were shining with the tears, and he was obviously still sad but he had a smile on his face and how can Bucky resist ? He smiled too, because there's nothing that makes him happy more that Tony being happy.

“I'm beginning to think you only like me for my hand, Tony.”

Tony gasped.

“I would never !”

But they both knew that his arm was the first thing that captivated Tony in the first place, back when they first met.

[lueminous]

i'm laffin so hard i endured TWO years of being flooded with uwu Bucky did nothing wrong content, it was inescapable. it was essentially Reylo only non-canon from the very get go. but it's Steve the perfectly moral cupcake fighting the evil law saving his brainwashed back-from-the-dead friend and they're two guys sooooooo

YeppppppppNow watch them scrambling for reasons how bucky is a precious innocent victim, disregarding the people he has hurt and killed over the years and how steve proritized bucky over everything else

[tiredoftonkies-blog]

Legit see B/ucky as a Robin of sorts lol. I think Robin took the Batman mantle for a little while, but it wasn't permanent. I know B/ucky has a rabid fan base, but the character is no where close to being able to be Cap and hasn't really been built up as such to where his story is beyond the redemption arc at this point. A nod to the comics is hardly foreshadowing. Seeing fans saying Tonky will give B/ucky the shield is just a big no from me.

lmao i assume the ‘tony will give bucky the shield uwu’ attitude comes from winter!rons or just tony stans who also “””love”” bucky because then they can make stupid posts like “wow imagine how Fucked Up bucky must be after seeing how easily steve would ~betray a friend’s trust if it’s convenient for him~ since the whole reason siberia happened is bc steve thought not telling tony what little he knew about hydra being involved in the deaths of the starks was Convenient, that definitely makes sense for the character and is consistent with his letter at the end. wow i’m so Worried for bucky, steve is so Toxic and only attached to him bc of the past and doesn’t actually care about new bucky. note how he calls bucky “bucky” and “buck” even though bucky is a new person... let’s ignore that bucky still obviously goes by the name bucky and in fact says that’s his name, somehow steve calling him buck is still an issue. hey guys remember that one (1) time when steve said what bucky did under hydra’s control wasn’t his fault? indisputable proof that steve tries to push his opinions onto bucky and doesn’t respect bucky’s own feelings”

... which clearly i have seen too much of

but yeah, agreed. bucky’s definitely ready for a good redemption arc in the mcu, but he’s been written as a secondary character and it’s just so hard to picture him becoming cap in the mcu. a lot of it is that the mcu is just such a different format from comics, and it doesn’t really do the retcons and alternate paths that comics seem to allow? it’s hard to imagine a character that we saw kill another superhero’s parents taking over the mantle of capt america, it just seems so.. potentially controversial i guess? i mean, obviously that wasn’t something bucky chose to do or anything, we all know he’s innocent, but it’s still just hard to picture the mantle-passing happening in the mcu due to disney and the potential controversy of it all