#what could possibly be more important for steve to get to than bucky's arms

[royalsweetteaa]

Timeless lovin’ - pt. 3

Pairing: CATFA!40s!Steve Rogers x present!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following story contains: explicit smut, oral sex (F receiving), boob groping, dom!reader, Steve calls reader ma'am, sub!Steve, virgin!Steve, pet names, Steve has a praise kink, angst, fluff, developing feelings, spoilers, time skips, alternative reality, wingman!Bucky Barnes.

Pt. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

Summary: Steve left for Peggy in the past, and you were determined to travel back in time and get answers after he left your relationship of 4 years behind him just like that. You get a little ahead of yourself and travel past where your Steve left off, and you meet Steve Rogers, - the man before he hit the ice and was frozen for 70 years.

Y/N’s POV

For the night, I decided to give it a rest and leave my issues for tomorrow, seeing as there wasn’t much else I could do now that I had walked away from Steve. It was a good thing that I was exhausted anyway, and a good night sleep was very much needed.

Throughout the night, I was a bit tempted to leave back to my time before the morning rose, but it felt like it would be too wasteful. I acknowledged I was extremely privileged for receiving the opportunity of traveling through time, and so why leave when I could spend one more day to witness the life of the 40s myself?

The next day I woke up earlier than most and set course to the nearest town from the military base. Soldiers greeted me along the way of getting to the gate, as news had spread that a new female 'soldier' had joined amongst the Howling Commandos and had been of great service for the previous mission.

It felt good to be acknowledged with smiles and nods as a form of respect, but there was also the whistles which still put me off guard. I wasn't quite used to it yet but it wasn't like it surprised me. Due to people's acknowledgement of me, I didn’t have to show my ID when I left, which was convenient.

I took the bus downtown and walked out at the stop of the plaza. It wasn’t busy this early in the morning, but thankfully some shops were open for me to explore.

For me it was mind boggling to think I was the only one in the whole world with the knowledge of what would happen the next 70 + years. Everyone was walking around with the war as their only concern, - not robot and alien invasions. I envied that a little.

40s!Steve POV

I knocked on Bucky’s door and rushed inside once I heard his voice of approval. He was sitting on his desk, going over some of his files. Cutting through the chase, I asked him, “Buck, have you seen Y/N?” hoping he would possibly know something.

Bucky turned around, “You mean the girl you haven’t told me a thing about? I may have overheard someone mentioning her whereabouts. Why?”

I felt a sense of relief when Bucky said he had heard she was still around. Good, she hadn’t returned to her time then.

But who knows when she will.

“It’s urgent…I need to talk to her.”

“Steve, you’ve never been this secretive with me. Have I done something to break our trust or what?” Bucky asked with confrontation, his arms crossed as he expected an explanation.

I sighed, understanding why my best friend was feeling left out, when it was just too complicated for me to bring him into it. I had promised Y/N to not speak of our situation, and while it was tempting to share it with Bucky, I knew it wasn’t the right time for that yet. Not when there was too much going on from before.

“I…listen, I can’t go into details right now but let’s just say this woman is very important to me and I have to find her cause she left me yesterday before we could clear things up, and I’m risking on loosing her if I don’t leave right now…”

Bucky’s eyes widened with surprise, “Woah, hold on, what happened last night?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I was growing more impatient, and luckily Bucky retorted immediately with, “Fine, we can save it for later. I overheard some guy by the gate say he got to have small talk with her and she told him she’ll be exploring downtown today cause she’s curious about the area, - something like that. Don’t know what could be interesting in downtown Dover but -!”

“Thanks Buck, I’ll see you later!” I interrupted him from finishing his sentence as I left to head for the gate and take a ride on my motorcycle.

Second person POV

You had bought an ice cream sundae and had a taste of delicious apple pie at a cafe, - something that tasted so fresh and homemade, it couldn’t compare to your time’s desserts. Why didn’t they make them like this anymore?

Oh right, because in present time, all they do is put chemicals in every single ingredient because it gives a ‘better colour’ or ‘makes it last longer’ despite increasing risks of cancer. Lovely.

As you were carrying your bag of bought items and walking around for some more, you heard the rumble of a motorcycle catching up to you from behind. You turned around out of habit to make sure you weren’t in the way, but when you saw who it was, you turned almost panicked.

You had at least wanted to be mentally prepared to be approached by Steve or approach him again, - not like this where you were halting with shopping bags in your hand as Steve parked his motorbike by the sidewalk to come over to you.

Out of grudge and stubbornness, you decided to keep walking, even when Steve was calling after you. Once he inevitably caught up, he had you confronted.

"Y/N, please stop running away from me." Steve called you out, and you eventually went full stop.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling conflicted about the whole situation but you didn't want to be a coward anymore. You were going to tell him what was the issue.

"I’m not running away…- Steve, this was all a big mistake. I should have returned a long time ago before we..before all of this happened...” You gestured at the space between the two of you. “We’ve been around each other long enough. There's nothing else for me to do here."

"No, come on Y/N....don't say that." Steve pled, sadness spreading on his features. He reached out with the extra motorcycle helmet to you, “Come back to the base with me, please. I’d like to take this conversation there instead of here in the open. The last thing I want is a HYDRA spy listening in on us.”

You huffed but agreed, and took the helmet from his hands before sitting behind Steve on the motorcycle. He put your items into the trunk, and had you wrap your arms around him as he drove back, being welcomed with an open gate at the base.

Once you got off, he led you to a secluded area, behind the wall of a bunker, where no other person would have a reason to be at the moment.

You met his eyes when you turned to look at each other, expecting him to talk first, - and that he did.

“Y/N, I…I don’t want you to leave. Not like this anyway. Yesterday was…well, I quite frankly enjoyed our time spending together, and I didn’t see why…you had to leave so abruptly after we…you know…” Steve trailed off as his cheeks became red, “I-I thought we had a good time. Didn’t you?”

“You’re with Peggy.” You started off with your reasoning. “It isn’t…- it wasn’t right for me to do that. I’m sorry I did that. I really don’t want to be the other woman anymore..” You said the last part above a whisper, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried your best not to cry.

“…You’re not the other woman.” Steve said sternly. “Me and Peggy…we aren’t official. Never were. She’s always given me mixed signals, and while we’ve shared a few romantic moments, it hasn’t been remotely the same as the ones I’ve shared with you. I’ve never…we haven’t done anything like I have with you.” Steve put it in his own way, trying hard to speak without crudeness.

You scoffed, “Okay, so you haven’t had sex. So? That doesn’t mean anything. At the end of the day, you left me for her. How can you be so sure this will be any different?”

Steve’s body turned tense, and he slammed his fisted hand onto the iron wall of the bunker, causing it to bulge. That had really caught you off guard. “I didn’t leave you! He did. Everything you’ve told me about my future self, - I don’t recognize myself in him at all. He obviously went through certain things that changed him. That made him miss what he once called home and made him forget of what he had right in front of him! You can’t keep on pushing me away just because of his mistake.”

You couldn't look him in the eye as emotions were once again bottling up and you were scared it would spill out. Steve’s face softened, regretting he had been harsh with his tone, but he felt like it was necessary this time. He took your cheeks into the palm of his hands carefully.

“Y/N, please look at me…” Steve plead. “I used to think I loved Peggy too, but with you, I’ve learned it was purely platonic. I only have fondness for her because she was the first woman apart from my mother to care about me despite being the puny kid from Brooklyn. I was practically all alone before the serum, with everyone else being way ahead of me. Including Bucky, no matter how supportive he was of me. I don’t expect you to understand...” he said, his eyes trailing down to the ground.

You gathered the courage to look him in the eye again as you spoke, “…Yes, your experiences are yours only…but you were the first man to take me seriously and care about me too. I used to think I would stay single for the rest of my life because no man would look my way, but then you did. I guess that’s one of many reasons I haven’t been able to let go. I’m upset he made me believe I had a shot in ever lasting happiness.”

Steve stared at you then, not believing what he was hearing when he was taking in your appearance. “You do deserve ever lasting happiness as any other good woman...I don’t know what kind of light is blinding the men of your time, but your beauty is beyond graceful.”

You chuckled lightly, “....That’s...sweet of you to say, -”

“I’m serious.” His voice sharpened. “I want to get to know you. It has only been a few days and I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before. A feeling I don’t want to let go of, and if you feel the same, you will not go back.”

You sighed with stubbornness, not willing to easily let yourself go defeat. “I…-”

“Captain, I’m so sorry to disrupt, but Miss Carter has just returned from London and would like to meet you.” A soldier said out of breath, as if he had wandered around for some time to find Steve, and Steve cursed under his breath for the bad timing.

“I’ll be with her in a minute, thank you.” Steve politely responded, and the soldier left. He looked at you again and held your shoulders. “Please listen to me. Don’t leave for the future while I go talk to her, okay? I’ll tell her about us.”

You sighed once more, “Steve, I can’t stay here, -” You were disrupted from speaking when his lips connected with yours for a kiss. It was unexpected, but you easily melted into it as his soft lips made it impossible to resist. He was gentle as he held your body close to his, showing how much he didn’t want to let you go.

Once he actually did, he whispered, “Please,…stay.” Steve pleaded once again, his cheeks turning pink at the bold move he had just pulled, but he desperately wanted to prove to you his worthiness.

You held your gaze to his and accepted your defeat, “Okay, fine…It’s a bad idea but fine.”

“Thank you. You won’t regret it. And I’m sorry for…not asking for permission to kiss you. I just,…you know…I really want you to stay.”

You laughed while shaking your head. “Fine. I’ll be waiting for you then, Captain.”

Steve went on his way after that, letting out a huff as a proud smile formed on his lips.

His heart rate had increased and it wasn’t just because he had kissed you moments before, but because he left you wanting to get back to you as soon as possible. You had laughed at his awkwardness, - not mockingly but out of being charmed, and he felt confident on being himself around a woman for once.

He couldn’t say he’s been able to be himself like this with any other woman without receiving a weirded out frown, - including Peggy.

Speaking of Peggy, - Steve spotted her by the mechanics, and before Steve could even think out what he should say, her eyes had caught him and she waved at him with a smile. She had her suitcase in her grip and a folder under her other arm, which told Steve she had quite literally just arrived to the base.

When they got close enough to each other, Peggy greeted him, and Steve returned it, “Hi Peggy, welcome back.”

“Steve, how nice it is to see you again. It’s been a moment but I’m sure they won’t be needing me in London for a while, - not until we go through the next big mission anyway.” Peggy informed contently while placing her suitcase and folder on a nearby table.

“That’s good. Things aren’t the same when you aren’t around.” Steve said.

Peggy snorted at that. “I’m sure it isn’t. I heard the last mission went swiftly though. You’re getting the hang of it and it has only been, - I suppose a year? It’s impressive really.”

Steve smiled as he made short eye contact with her, “Thank you, and yeah, I take pride in my progress. But of course there’s always room for improvement...”

“You’re right about that.” Peggy said, and pulled a frown when she looked to the side at her folder, taken aback at how simply Steve was responding. She was used to his rambles whenever she initiated a conversation, but now he was being awfully reserved.

When she looked up again from her documents, she continued, “Something’s on your mind. I can tell. Is there something you want to tell me? Something that has happened?”

Steve's eyes didn't know where to stay a-put as he grew nervous, and it didn't help with how he knew Peggy could tell he was.

Peggy sighed, realizing she would have to take initiative to get whatever picked Steve's brain to come out verbally to her. “Come, let’s sit down, Steve.” Peggy proposed, and Steve accepted.

They sat down at whatever place was available since there were no chairs outside by the mechanics. Steve cleared his throat, not sure where to begin, but he found what he could start with before he spoke.

“Peggy…you know that you’re very important to me, and that I would never purposefully push you away, or hurt your feelings, right?” Steve asked, as he fiddled with his fingers.

Peggy slowly nodded as she looked at the man who could only maintain his eyes on the ground. “There’s a ‘but’ to this, isn’t there?”

Steve swallowed a lump down his throat as he hesitantly looked up at her, - his 'first love'.

“I may have fallen in love with someone else.”

Peggy blinked, “Oh..is that so?” She asked, surprised to say the least.

“Yeah…I guess I just wanted to let you know because I think it’s only fair. I know we were never official and all, but we didn’t exactly keep it friendly all the time so I…-…I won’t blame you if you stop talking to me or ask me to leave you alone. I know this is out of nowhere, - these feelings came to me unexpectedly too, but I’ve never felt anything like it…so that’s why I…- I want to hold onto these feelings with this woman. I wouldn’t help it if I otherwise ignore it…” Steve spoke his end.

Peggy inhaled through her nose as she stood up, quietly walking over to Steve. “Hey, look, - If this woman is special to you, I am not going to come in the way of your happiness, Steve. You will always find a friend in me if that’s how you want to maintain it.”

Steve’s face lit up as he looked up at Peggy, who had a matching calmness to her face as her voice. “Really? So you’re not upset?”

Peggy laughed as she stroked Steve’s cheek. “My skin is thicker than you think. I can assure you I will manage just fine. I’m not going to lie to you and say it doesn’t hurt me a little bit but…moping around doesn’t do any good. Winning this war will be my top priority to the end of it, and I’ll follow you as a fighter despite where your heart’s at.”

Steve’s lips formed into a smile of relief to Peggy’s response. “Thank you, Peggy...it's relieving to know I haven't lost you as a friend."

He stood up and the pair shared a friendly hug at last, one of which Steve felt going into peace with the fact that he had made this decision to follow you instead, who his heart was currently beating so hard for. Steve couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this closure would have helped future Steve to move past Peggy as he didn’t feel any regrets or as though he was missing out on something, - not when Peggy had said she still sees him as a friend in her life and that it didn’t have to be anything else.

It felt right.

So how come future Steve hadn’t felt the same?

When he left Peggy to go see you again, his mind was wandering as he tried to reason with, -…well, himself. With circumstances being so different, where he in the 40s was now aware that at one point he will be going to the future and possibly meet you and become lovers, - the idea didn’t frighten him anymore.

It led him to believe perhaps future Steve hadn’t ever been at peace with it all as it wasn’t like he was warned about it. No, he most definitely couldn’t have been.

The kind of closure he got from Peggy moments before is something he never would have gotten if you weren’t here.

There had to be something about that, Steve thought.

You waited for Steve by the bonfire that had been vacated by the soldiers as they were deployed on doing their assigned tasks till afternoon.

You stared into nothing while you were thinking of so many things, but before you could get too deep into these thoughts, a familiar voice came from behind you.

“Hey, there. Y/N, right?”

You turned around and weren’t surprised by who had greeted you.

Bucky.

Ever since you met him for the first time, you grew incredibly annoyed each time you saw his face on a news article or literally anywhere else.

You were familiar with him first after he became listed as a wanted target by S.H.I.E.L.D., but the two of you only met face to face after Steve left as you were desperate for answers. You reached out to the person who was closest to him, but he didn’t know anything of you as you and Steve had only become a couple within the years of which half of the population was gone. Amongst those was of course Bucky.

So when you finally met and you explained everything, you were so disappointed with his answer. Offended would probably be a better word to describe it.

“Look, I apologize on Steve’s behalf that he left you without at least saying goodbye, but you need to see it from his perspective. Steve had it all taken away from him of living the good life after fighting Second World War. And then he was pushed into all this mess of becoming an Avenger, saving me and fighting wars with aliens. I was involved in a lot of that so I know just how draining it was for him. Steve has always put everyone else before himself, and now that he had the chance to live the life he wanted, he had to take it. I think it’s best for you to let it rest and respect his choice. -

He deserves to be happy.”

All of your nerves were hit by the end of his ‘wise words’, yet you managed to silently leave the place in order not to loose control and choke the man. Not that you had a chance against the super soldier, but you were too angry not to entertain the thought. You tried to excuse him for seeming a bit out of it himself, but you still would have preferred a shrug for a response rather than that.

What a way to excuse him for leaving his girlfriend of 4 years with no indication of doing so instead of being, - you know, - a man and say it as it is.

Fuck my happiness I guess, you thought.

“Hello, James.” You greeted back with less enthusiasm.

“You can also call me -“

“- Bucky. I know.”

He frowned but dismissed your hinted attitude. “I have a feeling Steve didn’t tell you that.”

You narrowed an eye. “Oh?” Had Steve told him about who I really am?

“Yeah, Steve usually introduces me as James until I get a chance to introduce myself in my own charming way.” Bucky explained smugly as he sat beside you at the bonfire. "But I guess with everyone calling me that around here makes it harder for me to do that."

“Right…” You replied.

“So…It’s come to my attention you and Steve are close. Is that true?“ Bucky asked curiously.

You shrugged, “I suppose you could say that.”

“You know, Steve is a great guy. He’s got all the qualities you could want, - he's this big macho guy yet he's sensitive, as you can probably tell just by looking at him. He can be a little shy sometimes but I can assure you it’s only cause he finds you gorgeous. A gorgeous dame makes any man nervous after all. If you're looking for something serious, you can most definitely count on him, - unlike the most soldiers around here....” He said, snickering in the midst of his last sentence.

You had to chuckle. It was obvious to you what he was doing, being Steve’s best friend and all. You didn’t need him to tell you he had all these qualities when Steve was good at showing those himself, but you welcomed it as you found it entertaining.

Suddenly another someone made an appearance, that person being none other than Steve.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to disturb you two but I’ll have to borrow him for a bit.” Steve spoke while wrapping an arm around Bucky’s shoulder to lead him away. Once they got away from you far enough to be out of earshot, Steve glared at Bucky with concern.

“What are you doing?”

Bucky chuckled, “Nothing bud, I only put good words on ya. Figured I would give the lady some reassurance from someone who knows you the best. Maybe that will give the both of you a push and you’ll be sliding into second base in no time.” Bucky said, smirking at Steve who was left to blush with embarrassment.

“You don’t need to do that…I have it under control.” Steve mumbled. “I’m not a puny kid anymore. I can take hold of things myself now, including my love life.”

Bucky chuckled, “Hey, I’m sure you can but having a wingman is always useful, don’t you think? You lack experience despite how buffed up you have become. You’re still a virgin, aren’t you? Unless…?”

Steve gulped nervously, knowing full well lying out of the topic wouldn’t save him as Bucky could always tell when he wasn’t telling the truth. “I’m not about to answer that.”

Bucky laughed, “I know damn well Peggy and you haven’t gone beyond making out. I’m pretty sure I heard from someone that she’s one to wait until marriage. So come on, tell me. You’re killing me here.” Bucky begged, almost whining for an answer at this point.

Steve sighed as he tried to be as discreet as possible with his words without saying too much. “I haven’t -…you know…gone through intercourse, but I might have done something else.”

Bucky looked back at the woman again. “With her? You two did something last night, didn’t you?” Steve nodded hesitantly. “Damn, Steve I’m so proud of you! You’ve passed third base! That must mean the two of you are serious serious. Can’t believe you’ve never mentioned her before.”

Steve pushed Bucky’s arm, “Keep it down, will you? You’re practically shouting.”

“Hey, I’m just proud of you. You’re finally taking big steps.” Bucky pointed out. “With Peggy it was taking forever for the two of you to even kiss each other’s cheeks, - which speaking of which, are you over her? Have you told her?”

“I did tell her actually, only a few minutes ago…she was very mature about it and honestly, I admire that a lot of her.” Steve said, smiling to himself as the reminder that they were still on good terms was nice to him.

“But that might have been the problem.” Bucky added, “I noticed there was no real spark whenever you were together. Too much admiring and ‘looking up to’. You two were always…too polite with each other. I kind of knew by looking at the two of you that it wasn't going to go anywhere beyond friendship.”

“Really?” Steve asked, surprised to be hearing that. It was sending him in a spiral of questions and theories. Because he was aware that somewhere, there would be exactly that, - something beyond friendship. Him and Peggy being together with commitment. So why would Bucky say that? Had Bucky from a different timeline where Peggy and him did end up together share the same opinion?

Steve's head started to hurt the more he overthought it. Gosh, was it exhausting to be aware of these things, Steve thought.

Steve returned back to you after sending Bucky to the rest of the team, hoping this would be last interruption between the two of you.

“I’m sorry about that, Bucky is a bit…extra sometimes.” Steve excused.

You smirked, “It’s fine, he only said good things about you.”

“So he claimed…” Steve chuckled nervously. “I told her.” He apprised.

“Okay…so you’re done with her? Just like that?”

“We are still good friends, - but in the way you're thinking, yes..." Steve confirmed, his eyes shimmering almost nervously. "Are you now convinced you want to give us a try?”

You looked down, staring at the fire which was dying at this point. “Maybe,…I’m not sure where we should go with this. I don’t exactly belong here.”

“Is there...anyone you’ll be missing if you stayed? Family, friends?” Steve asked carefully.

You narrowed an eyebrow, "Are you implying I should stay here, Steve? In the 40s?"

"Would it be so bad?" Steve asked, expressing worry from perhaps suggesting the far fetched. "I know your time is way more advanced and impressive, but...- I'll make sure you have everything you need. I'll help in any way for you to adjust...and if it still doesn't work for you then..."

"- Then I'll go back, and try to move on. And so will you." You completed his sentence, though it wasn't the same words Steve would've used.

He gulped but nodded understandingly. "Yes. Exactly that."

You half-smiled sympathetically, hinting your sadness. "I don't mean to be harsh, but I don't want to have our feelings hurt more than necessary. We still have time to figure out and decide what we do, but you understand why we need to draw a line, right? If it doesn't work out, we call it quits."

Steve nodded again, “I understand…but that doesn’t mean I’ll promise I won’t allow myself to fall for you. Besides…I believe I’m already falling as we speak. There’s usually no return from a fall.” He said, almost poetically but it didn’t sound like he had put it together on purpose. He was just being his charming self.

“If you keep talking like that, I might stumble over the edge too.” You said with a wink. Steve laughed at that, and returned a cheeky grin.

From there, you decided to walk back to center base. There was a long silence on the way, where you simply observed the environment. When you got close to your assigned rooms though, Steve broke the appreciated silence.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You asked, turning to look at him with curiosity.

“I had a thought and....- before we call it a night, I was wondering if...I could return the favor?" You stared at him, confused at what he was trying to insinuate. "I want to do what you did to me yesterday…but to you..” Steve whispered his clarification in your ear. “I-If I may..”

“You mean…you want to go down on me?” You asked as you bit your lip. You had figured as much that the concept of oral sex didn’t have its own descriptions in the 40s, which explained Steve’s lack of dirty talk.

Or maybe he was just like this.

Regardless, you loved it.

”Yes….I want to return the favor to the prettiest woman in the world.”

“Now you’re reaching it.” You giggled, humored.

“Am not.” He said with a slight pout.

You bit your lip, “Well, if you’d like…we could take this further in my bedroom this time….would you like that?” You asked innocently, but Steve knew it was anything but.

“Very…” he responded, sounding out of breath but he was simply overwhelmed.

At his reply, you hurried to your room with Steve behind you, making sure you were in the clear before you quickly entered the door and closed it behind you, locking it. You didn't leave Steve waiting as you climbed on him, Steve taking it as cue to hold you up as you started doing what he least expected, - have his neck and earlobe attacked with sucks and kisses. He whines when you suck for longer periods, but turns his head further away to give you full access. He backs over to your bed, his hands holding firmer around your ass as he lies down, leaving you on top of him to do whatever you please.

You unbutton his uniform jacket, leaving him in his white shirt. His nipples poke through the thin fabric, making it irresistible for you not to pinch them a little as you continue marking his neck with hickeys. His mouth slips out a cry, and you hush him, reminding him he has to be more quiet.

“Please, kiss me…” Steve pleaded, and you stopped what you were doing at his simple, yet heart fluttering request.

“Why should I do that, Steve?” You asked teasingly, pulling back to look at him again.

“Because I want to feel that feeling again,” he breathed out. “-- That feeling that tells me how right this is..- how right we are.”

Your heart skipped the hardest beat at his words. It was as if you were falling in love all over again, though this time there was so, so much more passion. Stronger than the first time.

And It scared you, but at the same time it pulled you closer to him. It made you think that perhaps this Steve could pull you even closer than your Steve.

No. Not your Steve anymore.

The man in front of you was becoming more ‘your Steve’ than Steve from your present could ever be, and it had only been days.

You pulled him by his collar and smashed your lips onto his, making out heavily with him. He held your waist with both of his hands, needing to hold onto something as he tried not to squirm too much. Whenever you pulled away for air, you saw for yourself how empty headed you had turned him. He was panting breathlessly, his face bright red from all of the sensations you were giving him. You smiled, pecking his lips lastly before you started to undress, making Steve's eyes go wide as he was brought back to reality.

Seductively and slowly you removed your jacket, revealing your white silky shirt. Once that was off, you removed your bra too, revealing your bare breasts. Steve was in awe, his eyes becoming relaxed for once as he stared at them.

No porn magazine could ever compare to the real deal... went a thought through Steve's mind.

Carefully you took his hands from your hips and placed them on your breasts, making his breath hitch as he felt the softness of it.

"Feel them, Steve...you're allowed to." You assured him. He swallowed before firmly groping them in his palms, squeezing them out of fascination.

He took a deep breath, trying to loosen up, "I...oh god, I can't believe this is happening.."

You made a concerned face from what he had just said, and you had to ask, "Do you want to take a break, Steve? Cause if this is too much -!"

"N-No!" Steve interrupted you hastily, "No...I just...I'm mesmerized, that's all...you’re so beautiful…you look like a goddess…”, he whispered as he took in your body in front of him.

You grinned, and watched as his thumbs curiously rubbed against your hardening nipples. You hadn't had anyone touch you like this for a long time, so you couldn't help but let out a soft moan as you felt your arousal between your legs grow. Steve groaned in response, feeling his own arousal rise at the sound that had just slipped out from your lips.

You removed yourself off of him all of a sudden, making him freeze from confusion.

"I have to take off my skirt and panties, otherwise I'll soak right through them..." You explained as you had caught his reaction, and that made him sink his shoulders with relief. Just a little bit.

Before Steve could even process it, you were fully undressed in front of him with everything on display as he got a small glimpse of your pussy with your legs closed. You smirked, not only because of his shuddering response but also from seeing his raging boner making a tent through his trousers.

When you spread your legs revealing your cunt, Steve let out a sharp exhale as he mumbled something in the lines of, ‘Oh heavens..’ He had never seen female genitalia before, - not face to face anyway. With a nod of approval from you, he bowed down and got closer to it, the arousing smell hitting him like a wave. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more but to have a taste and a feel of it.

His hopes were answered as you spoke up, “Go on, baby…make me feel good…”

“Yes, ma’am…” he responded, following the same pattern you had done on his cock which was to touch you first.

He touched your cunt lightly at first, having his fingertips gracefully stroke over the sensitive flesh. His sharp ears heard your breathing hitching when he touched particular spots, - the spots being your hole and at the top where there was what looked like a tiny pearl to Steve.

Your hand reached down to touch at the spot he had first touched, and you explained, “this is my clit…it’s the most sensitive part of my pussy, and if you keep rubbing it, I’ll get more wet..”

Steve hummed with fascination, and he mimicked the motion. When he rubbed your clit in a circular motion, he heard mewls slipping out of your mouth, making him turn flushed at the lewd noises.

"Your flower is so pretty, Y/N.." Steve commented huskily. Before you could say anything, Steve used his other hand to pay attention to your hole. He curiously spread your pussy lips apart before he carefully inserted his index finger in, wriggling his way to get it in there, - though your pussy juice was more than helpful as lube.

He began to pump his finger in a slow pace while still working on your clit, causing you to occasionally jolt. Bucky had shared plenty of advice on how to pleasure a woman, and to Steve's delight it seemed like those instructions worked like a dream based on your reactions.

He still had to ask, “I’m not hurting you, am I?…” worried your twitching was of pain, but the way you were moaning said otherwise.

“No, you’re doing so good…ngh, you're a natural, Steve...keep on shoving that thick finger of yours inside of me…” you instructed him, and he did so with quicker thrusts.

The quicker he thrusted, the more wetter you became. Steve licked his lips instinctively, and without asking, he pulled out his finger causing you to whine at its absence.

He was too eager to put his mouth on you, first flattening his tongue so he could flick it all over your folds and clit while his finger did the work below. You mewled loudly and slapped a hand onto your mouth, not wanting to let out more noises for others outside to hear.

“Y-You taste so good…I think…mmh I might get drunk on your juices alone…so addictive..” he spoke through his breaks before he dove in for more. The taste was so sweet to his tastebuds, it was driving him insane. He was leisurely humping against the mattress now, grinding his clothed dick along the sheets as he got off on pleasuring you. His tongue explored everywhere, - from the source of your wetness to around your folds and then at your sensitive nub.

“Ohh, you’re doing such a good job, baby…” you praised through high pitched moans. “…keep using your tongue…want you to tongue-fuck me..push your tongue inside of me, sweet boy…” you began to repeat your plea with desperation.

Your vulgar descriptions of activities and the pet names was only adding to Steve's maxed out lust. You were so fierce and exploring compared to him, given that you come from a society where that is more socially acceptable.

And Steve loved it. He felt confident with your praises and with your guidance. He wasn’t as scared as he thought he would be when experimenting with sexual activities such as this. He felt comfortable.

His fingers parted your folds carefully before his tongue dived into your quivering heat. You wither as Steve's tongue laves at your cunt, pushing the warm, wet muscle of his tongue into your tight core.

“Aaah! Such a good boy…oh fuck, Steve!” You fisted his hair, pushing his head closer as you began to grind against his face, and Steve happily accepted it. He was close himself, uncontrollably rolling his hips against the mattress as he pleasured you.

You whimper when Steve's finger finds your g-spot, and by your physical reaction he continues to thrust his finger at the same angle, seeing you fall apart in front of him.

"Holy shit, I'm cumming, Steve!!" You howled, quickly shoving your pillow over your face as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. Steve drank you up as he hummed against your core, letting out a long-drawn moan of his own before he came in his pants. He panted against you, his hips coming to a halt as he looked up, his hair almost in the way of his eyes due to how messy you had made it.

“D-Did I do good, ma’am?” He asked, dazed, but desperate to know the answer.

You let out a breathless laugh before raising your head, “You did more than good,” you praised him as you cupped his cheeks and brought him forward for a heated kiss. He was in awe, and with his slacked jaw you slipped your tongue into his mouth, going in for another but shorter make out session. “You were perfect.” You specified further, making him squirm at the praise.

He had a praise kink alright, you thought.

As he rose up, you noticed the huge wet patch on his trouser with its sticky texture that had come on the sheets.

“Aw, did you cum?" You cooed the question. "What a mess you made…”

“Well, can you blame me?…” Steve spoke shyly, lowering his gaze out of embarrassment. “How could I not get aroused when you’re in front of me, naked, - especially after having a taste of your flower. It was beyond intoxicating..”

You chuckled, bringing Steve in to rest his head on your stomach with his arms wrapping around you as there was no pillow for him to use. You couldn’t help but snort after some silence, causing Steve to look up with curiosity as to what you found so funny.

“Why do you call pussy ‘flower’, Steve? I’ve never heard that one before.” You asked him, sharing the thought that you found amusing.

Steve looked away, turning sheepish again but he was more than willing to explain as there was a reason behind it. “Um…you see, my mother used to call female genitalia that to not ruin my innocence. I was 9 when I asked about what makes girls and boys different, and she told me girls have flowers that bloom and boys have tools that…turn more functional I guess? She never went down the details because she knew I would learn eventually. But since then, I’ve always called it that, - but it’s not like I talk about female genitalia often. Bucky mocks me all the time and corrects me by calling it a 'cunt’…but I’ve never liked that word. It sounds too crass for me…it just doesn’t sound nice. Female genitalia deserves to be called something more respectable I think,...- something pretty.” He said.

You hummed contently, “Mm, I like that a lot. Don’t stop calling my pussy a flower.” You grinned, slipping out a chuckle but it was out of adoration, not mockery. He turned to look at you, surprised with your response but glad you found it endearing.

“You know, I could never talk about this to any other woman. Somehow, you make me feel comfortable talking about anything..it just feels so natural to blurt things out to you without a second thought.” Steve shared, tightening his grip around you, and you smiled, putting your hand on his hair to play with it.

With a pleased expression, you responded with “I feel the same.”

You laid quiet for a while, until you felt Steve's weight leave you as he rose up, “I suppose I should leave to my room then…before it gets late and people start swarming in the hallway. Least I’d want is to be caught fooling around when I’m in service.” Steve reasoned, but he was making that face, as though the idea of having to leave was upsetting him a little.

“Or…” you trailed with another option in mind. “- you could just stay here with me. We can sleep together...unless you have other work to do?”

Steve’s eyes widened with surprise of your proposal, “…Um, yes, - I mean no! I don’t have more work for tonight…and uh, only if you don’t mind,..yes, I’d love to sleep with you…in your bed. - With you..”

You laughed, pulling him back in and having him beside you this time as you pulled the covers over the two of you.

You cupped his cheek, kissing his forehead which made him have to hold back a wide grin while you still chuckled.

“You’re such a big dork, Steve.”

The sun barely lit up through the closed blinds, but the commotion going around outside was loud enough to wake you up. Your eyes flickered open, and you saw Steve, already awake with his upper body risen against the headboard.

"Morning, doll..." Steve greeted you, then turned back to his sketch book he had in front of him. You greeted him back through a yawn.

“Wow, what a pretty drawing…” you murmured with your morning voice, holding an arm around Steve as you saw him adding shade.

It was a sketched portrait of you in your sleep. You could assume he had been up a while with how far he was with the drawing process.

He smiled, “The beauty comes from the motive beside me, doll..”

“Ha! You didn’t include all my flaws in the piece, that’s why.” You joked a little with your insecurities.

“What flaws?” He asked, turning to you confused, and you laughed, thinking he was trying to be smug. “No seriously, tell me what I’m missing cause I’m pretty sure I added every single detail…”

You shrugged as you pulled some hair strands away from your face. “I don’t look that pretty when I’m sleeping. My hair is usually messier and I’ve been told I sometimes drool in my sleep, which..- yep, I’m spotting a wet patch on your shirt...” you sighed. “Sorry about that…”

“It’s okay, I think it’s kind of cute actually…” Steve spoke softly. “And your mouth was shut when I started drawing, but adding a little drool could bring more life to the drawing.”

“Don’t add it, it’s fine.” You said, slapping his hand away playfully from having him do any changes.

He put his sketch book down and turned his body to you while rubbing his eye. “Gosh, I can’t believe you had me staying in your bed. I’m surprised we managed to sleep with the little space we have.”

“We were close enough to make it comfortable.” You said with a smirk.

He hummed as he started to think. “I feel like…I’ve known you my whole life, yet I don’t know a lot about you apart from things involving future me.” He said, guilt featuring in his face.

He raised his upper body up again as a sudden realization dawned upon him. “Where are my manners, I haven’t even asked you out for dinner, a-and we’ve been so intimate already…we’ve touched and….’tasted' each other’s genitals without going on a first date. - essentially I’m an awful man.”

You pulled him to lay back again and had his face in the palm of your hands, making him look at you as you spoke up, “Hey, don’t say that. It’s not a big deal for me. Well, it would still be nice to go out but you don’t have to worry about giving into your sexual cravings with me. I was the one to engage in oral sex with you first time around and what you did to me yesterday was so wonderful too…” you reassured tenderly. “You’re such a sweet man, Steve. You were such a gentleman, putting my pleasure first before you came yourself. I adore you. I really do...” your tone became more whispery with each sentence as you closed in to Steve’s lips, stroking his bicep with comfort.

He looked into your eyes through his lashes, then at your lips, hoping you will reward him with a kiss. With the way you were closing in, he knew he was getting what he wanted so much.

“I adore you too, doll…” he said, a second before you put his lips onto his.

It lasted moments until you decided it was enough to keep you non affectionate for the rest of the day as anything different wouldn’t be ideal at all. Steve was very busy that day and the week onward, but he kept his promise of taking you out when they set him free on one of the weekends. Through the lunches and dinners Steve took you out to, you had been able to connect better through temporarily leaving behind the elephant in the room. Since you were in public, you focused on getting to know each other without putting anything out there about your time travel business and future predictions. You were getting better settled into the environment in the process, and with Steve it was easy to feel like you belonged.

Steve asked you about your hobbies and interests, where and how you were raised, and about your accomplishments and failures. He seemed genuinely interested about learning everything there is to learn about you, his back hunched with his elbows on the table as he tuned in to listen about your life. It was nice how little he made it about himself, though you couldn't help but feel bad that he couldn't tell much about himself without you already knowing it. So instead, you asked him personal questions, - things the Steve from your timeline probably had forgotten to mention as it was far in the past.

After all, you had only recently learned Steve liked to draw and was a self thought artist, - a very talented one at that. Surely there was more to know about the Steve in front of you.

"Tell me...about your biggest fear, Steve. What makes you scared the most?" You asked. The question had put him on the spot, but you were curious.

After the blip and Steve had claimed you as his girlfriend, you had asked this question to him once. You had been restless like the rest of the world, wondering how you could move onward after something so catastrophic. You had a hard time finding your place in the new ordered world, and with that you developed new fears. Did a hero like Steve also have similar fears? Steve hadn't really answered that question when asked, only muttering something along the lines of 'I don't know...no possible fear of mine can top what has happened anyway.'

"That's an interesting question." Steve started, "Uh, I suppose...being useless is my biggest fear. Me being gifted with the super soldier serum in hopes of bringing justice to the world has made me think of what other importance I would have once justice is served. I want to be of good use, but what more use do I have once the world is all good?"

You gave it a thought for a moment, reaching out to hold his hand as you held your gaze, "Steve...you want the world to be a good place, right?"

Steve nodded without hesitation, returning the grip affectionately, "Of course I do. I know it might sound like I don't with what I just said but...well, it's hard putting words to how I feel without sounding a little selfish.."

You hummed, smiling reassuringly. "That's fine, I understand. Realistically speaking, the world will never be such anyway. With rising good also rises evil. There's no stopping it no matter how much we endorse good, so you don't have to worry about ending up as only a mere symbol of justice. There will always be work to do all over the world." You said. "And even if major threats such as HYDRA don't rise up again, you being there for people and giving them a reason to keep fighting will serve a purpose in itself. No one is ever useless if they contribute keeping peace around the world."

Steve smiled, looking down at your hands as he intertwined his fingertips in yours. "You're right. I think...I'm letting my insecurities get the better of me, but hearing something so reasonable helps a lot. Hearing that from you especially is...reassuring, for reasons I shall not mention in public." He said, suppressing a grin as he looked behind him cautiously.

You shook your head in midst of laughing. Steve was full of humor despite an ongoing war happening. He has made you laugh in numerous occasions and you haven't been together for that long. You really, really liked him, you had realized, - 'like' was perhaps an understatement.

The following weeks consisted of a routine of which you quickly got used to. Through most of the day you would observe what the Howling Commandos were up to, hanging around Steve's arm when you were allowed to invade space.

Thankfully you hadn't run into Peggy as she had her own separate schedule to follow. It wasn't like you were scared of bumping into her, but you couldn't handle an awkward conversation with that woman, where it would break down to the fact that you were the reasoning for Steve 'friend-zoning' her.

A wicked part of you took pride of reclaiming Steve's attention from Peggy, but you knew it wasn't Peggy who you should be mad at for what Steve from your timeline did. He chose to go back to her, and she was long dead when he made that decision. There was no way you were going to make enemies with her, - it would be too pitiful of you.

You stayed another two weeks in Delaware base, Steve and his soldiers following through their routines before you set course to Houston military base Texas, taking 3 days to get to by train. The beginning of December welcomed you in your arrival, and there you were to prepare for your transportation to Europe where the Howling Commandos would continue their mission of putting down the remaining HYDRA bases, as well as taking HYDRA down all together.

Dr Zola and Johann Schmidt - otherwise known as the Red Skull were still out there somewhere, and there was no doubt that the HYDRA ideology would be kept alive if they were left loose.

You knew that for a fact that it would anyway, knowing Dr Zola would make his way through S.H.I.E.L.D and contribute in compromising the agency.

When you were alone, you kept yourself occupied with Genesis, reading through upcoming events. While most events were insignificant, there was a particular event that had caught your eye, making your blood turn cold.

January 4th, 1945. - James Buchanan Barnes presumed death by accident mid-mission of capturing Dr Zola.

Oh no...

This was one of the biggest life changing events of Steve's life and it was approaching within weeks.

You tried not to let it haunt you too much. There was still time to consider how you were to interfere in that situation, - if you were to interfere at all. You didn't want to worry Steve either, especially when Christmas was around the corner.

The Christmas celebration was simple, yet so lively because of the soldiers. You could spot cheap, - clumsily put together Christmas decorations everywhere around the base, but it had its own charm. The real Christmas spirit came from the people you were surrounded with. You made small talk with the members of the Howling Commandos, - members such as Dum Dum who you knew was a well respected man among them. He was keen on having you share about your relationship with 'The Captain', but you only responded like a smartass, giving away little input about it. He was halfway drunk and didn't seem to mind though, - only finding you entertaining.

As you gained more attention from the members, Steve saved you by pulling you away, asking you, "May I dance with you, miss?"

You smirked, "Can you even dance, Captain?"

"If you take the lead, I might get the hang of it." Steve answered cockily, his confidence sparked from the 6 glasses of whiskey he drank. While alcohol barely affected his soberness, it sure made him feel lighter from his usual nervousness.

You found yourselves matching to the rhythm of the music being played by the musicians on stage, - classical Christmas carols being played on repeat. While it wasn't perfect dancing and unorthodox of you to take the lead as a woman, you enjoyed yourselves, occasionally laughing at how silly you were being. It wasn't like you were the only ones being silly, - half of the people dancing were drunk and making a fool of themselves too. It was all harmless fun.

No gifts were exchanged, but the free turkey serving made up for a pleasant Christmas celebration at a military base. After a couple of shots, your drunk self grew sleepy and Steve being the gentleman he is brought you back safely to your room.

Of course you didn't let him leave you too easily as your arms clung to him, begging him to stay. He couldn't resist you even if he tried.

The day after came and you were leaving for Europe. While dealing with your day after hangover, you made sure you had everything with you, most importantly Genesis and the suitcase which had the Stark industries logo removed by you for some time. Steve had you close to him, from when you first packed your stuff till boarding of the aircraft. He was also with you for the duration of the whole flight, sitting beside you and only turning to Bucky a few times who sat behind you for short conversations.

You didn't miss the exchanged smirks between the two men, making you internally laugh at how boyish they were being. It was the equivalent of two high school girls being excited for the other over a text from a crush. You decided to be bold and lean your head on Steve's shoulder, pretending you were going to take a nap. The sound of someone choking on their spit came from behind and you snorted, something that went unnoticed by Steve as he tried not to turn red again.

Snickers and chuckles from the soldiers sitting aisles back became background noise of the loud turboprop sound, and Steve couldn't do much other than bear it for the sake of you 'resting'.

The time of the long flight passed quicker than you anticipated, and you now found yourselves in northern Italy, in the very same country where the Howling Commandos made their first print.

People were held busy as, according to Steve, this area had been reclaimed from HYDRA only months ago, and now they were enforcing the place to make sure it stays that way.

Steve led you to a huge tent, which was personally set up to accommodate members of the Howling Commandos. That left less privacy than previously, but it wasn't like you and Steve had plans to go about your sexual conquests around this time. For the two of you, it only meant you had to go elsewhere to talk, to prevent slipping out confidential information.

That was why when everything was dropped by your designated bunker beds, Steve led you to a nearby abandoned church, which was only down a trail of the military base. While there was no power when you stepped inside, there were candles lighten up by the huge icons which gave the place a cozy vibe to it. Steve walked over and lit a candle himself, placing it carefully by the others before he sat beside you at the bench furthest back and pulled up his sketch book to draw. You watched as he started drawing a few lines while talking about all kinds of things, such as how it was for him to be here first time around when he was on U.S.O tour but then took the turn of rescuing soldiers and destroying the first HYDRA base; the foundation of him becoming the hero, - Captain America.

He had a smile plastered on his face as he talked passionately about how it was to finally be of use and rescue the soldiers, which also founded the Howling Commandos. How he was thankful for being able to save his best friend from whatever HYDRA was going to do with him.

Oh that's right...Bucky received HYDRA's mild super soldier serum at the HYDRA base in Anzano... Did Steve not know this now? You began to wonder. Seems like he didn't.

You moved the conversation forward before you considered speaking up about that, and a sudden question popped in your mind.

"Where has Peggy been all this time?"

"She's been around when we were in Delaware and Houston, though I believe she's in New York now, with Harold Stark. We had claimed HYDRA technology last time we were here and it was taken back to America for inspection." Steve shared the information he had on top of his head. "Why do you ask?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, I guess I'm surprised I haven't bumped into her once...she wasn't with us at the Christmas gathering."

"She was there." Steve clarified, which made you stiffen. "I suppose you didn't notice her. She only came by to wish us a merry Christmas before she went on her way."

"Does she know who I am? That it's me you're mingling with?"

"She hasn't asked after your name or any of that, but I can only guess she knows it's you since you're the only other woman here doing active service...she knows I'm not getting myself out there so she might put two and two together.." He closed his sketch book just then, putting it aside as he gave you full attention. "Why so curious about her all of a sudden?"

"No particular reason...I've been mentally preparing myself for the moment we inevitably meet each other, and I'm just surprised it has lasted so long without it ever coming." You explained.

Steve chuckled at that, pulling you into his embrace as he gave the top of your head a kiss. "She's not going to bite your head off if that's what you're worried about...if anything I imagine you two getting along well. You're both strong, highly intelligent women, it would only be natural."

You huffed and rolled your eyes, "I'm not scared of her. It's just weird you know...to be within reach of the woman I envied for two years because I learned she has something I don't have..."

"Hm.." Steve hummed quietly. His face turned sad when he realized what the meaning behind your statement was. "I'm not going to judge you if you feel...'uncertain' about yourself...but there's nothing Peggy has of her character and appearance that is superior to your own." Steve assured while stroking your back. "I have been thinking about it a lot about your situation and...I may have worked up a theory based on some logic, if I can call it that...I think the reason Steve from the future left was because the lack of belonging and familiarity, as well as him thinking too much about what he had potentially missed out on...he didn't have anyone tell him what he had to prepare himself for. That there would be a matter of time-traveling to the future. That is what makes our situation so different. I know some of the basics of what will happen and to be honest...I don't feel worried about it as much as I probably should be...knowing that I'll meet you and keep being of service, and getting to see the advanced world is...exciting? It's hard to put words on it really."

"I'll agree that is the most logical reason so far...but the more I'm with you, the less am I looking for an explanation. He left and...there's that...." Your face lit up when you processed what he had said last, and you tilted your head to meet his eyes. "Do you really mean that though? You'd be excited to meet me in the future?"

"Of course, doll..." Steve confirmed softly, "If I do appear in the future, we can at least continue our relationship from there. Maybe I'll cheat with my knowledge and meet you a few years earlier, so we can hit it off together with a head start. You can show me around, help me get settled, just like I've helped you settle here. It'll all be the same, just switched up circumstances. That sounds nice, doesn't it?"

""...I appreciate you sharing that with me, Steve. But I hope you realize, it most likely won't be me you're meeting."

Steve frowned, although he was a little zoned out and the sentence hadn't fully registered in his mind, so he asked, "What do you mean?"

You decided to stand up from the bench just then, dismissively shaking head, "It's...I'll explain it another time...It's getting late don't you think? We should rest." You suggested with a tight smile.

"I mean, we had a long flight, sure but...it's only 06:30 PM?"

You became silent, only letting out a sigh as if you had held your breath a little too much during the whole conversation. Steve grew worried, and so he stood up himself to come over to you and touched your shoulder.

"Doll, what's going on? You have been acting...kind of strange, - more like different the past week. As if something is bugging you." Steve spoke observingly. "Is everything alright?"

"Steve, I..." You started as you swallowed a lump down your throat. "I checked up with Genesis about upcoming events and...something bad is going to happen soon.."

N/A One more chapter and an epilogue to go! The stakes are getting higher. >>

Feedback and reblogs are very appreciated to help me complete this story! Thank you for reading! <3

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MADE TO LIE - the gallery

BUCKY

“Yes, we went,” Bucky heard Y/n’s voice echoing in the bathroom as she attempted to talk to Natasha and Wanda on the phone quietly, the one-sided conversation slowly getting louder and louder, “No we didn’t. Do I what? Wanda calm down—Maybe…but I’d never admit it to him…” 

“Y/n, you know I can hear every word you’re saying right?” Bucky called out from where he sat on their bed, trying, but failing really, to relax before they had to leave. 

“I’ve got to go” he heard her whisper hastily into the phone, “Yes, yes I’ll talk to you later” 

The door to the bathroom slid open revealing Y/n in a fluffy white robe with the golden emblem of the hotel on it. Bucky raised an eyebrow at her. 

“You really heard everything?” she said sheepishly, bowing her head.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you no?” 

“Probably not” 

“Then yes” 

Y/n ran a hand through her hair. The silence grew. 

“You’re close with them huh? Natasha and Wanda?” 

“Yeah, I am” Y/n seemed to relax at this, “I love them, they’re like sisters to me” 

“Well, I’m glad you have them. I’m learning it’s important to have people you love around you” 

“You’ve got Steve and Beatka” she smiled before a short giggle slipped out, “And Sam of course” 

“Steve and Beatka, yes. Sam, no.” 

“C’mon, you love him really” 

He shook his head, suppressing a laugh, “I tolerate him, that’s more what it is” 

“Sure, that’s it” Y/n chuckled lightly, “Whatever helps you sleep at night” 

“By the way” he started, “We should probably get going soon” 

“Okay let me just slip my dress on” She went back into the bathroom, closing the door a crack as she changed. 

In a flash Y/n was back out in the bedroom, looking even more stunning than before, if that was even possible, a waft of sensual perfume overwhelming Bucky’s senses. His thoughts raced as he took in her sparkling black mini dress that was embroidered with intricate designs of silver and gold and the matching dangling earrings she wore that were so long they just barely touched her shoulders. The memory of her warm neck beneath his lips practically made him shudder. 

“Bucky?” her voice brought him back to Earth, “Are you alright…?”

He hadn’t realized how heavily he was breathing, “Yeah. Fine.” This woman is going to be the death of me. 

He stood up from the bed, already dressed in his suit and tie, trying as subtly as possible to re-adjust himself. Thankfully, if she noticed she didn’t say anything. 

“Let’s go” 

Y/N

The Guggenheim towered over them as they walked through the glass doors and into the gallery. Following the slow trickle of other black-tie-dressed guests, they made it to the private event space that was being rented for the night’s social event. Holding out his hand for her to take, which she quickly did, Y/n gazed around the room, immediately searching for the Cranes. She could sense Bucky doing the same. 

“Something’s wrong…” Y/n said quietly as she took a flute of champagne from a suited server passing by, blending in with the other high-society attendees. 

“I know” he affirmed, then playfully taking the lone glass from her and taking a sip, before getting serious, “They aren’t here…yet” 

Y/n opened her mouth to speak into the headpiece before remembering she wasn’t connected to the other Avengers via earpiece or cameras tonight. Tony had thought it was casual enough, safe enough, that they wouldn’t need the team’s help, especially since they had quote-unquote “mostly proved their romance already.”

“Let’s mingle then, we should blend in at least” Y/n suggested, tugging on the crook of Bucky’s arm. 

From that moment, they spent the next hour at least chatting with philanthropists and socialites, many of whom it seemed rivalled Bucky in their old age, though none looked quite like him, of course. 

“Mrs.Henderson,” Y/n greeted with a genuine smile. Betty was one of the few in this crowd that Y/n actually knew from her own, more subtle work with certain charities. After escaping her father, escaping her past life, she was committed to providing as much aid as she could to those who were living in difficult situations, like she had, who needed help, resources, anything. She even donated to other causes as well, finding that the more she helped others, the more her own guilt eased. The truth was Y/n had been a criminal, whether she had liked it or not was another story, trained as a child to be a weapon for her father to exploit. Elena likely would’ve been the same if…Well, Y/n wouldn’t follow that thought, not tonight. 

“You must be Y/n’s new partner, James is it?” 

“That’s right ma’am” 

Betty beamed, tilting her head conspiratorially toward Y/n, “And polite too, do tell Y/n, where did you find a gentleman like him?”

“Oh you know Betty, Stark’s more of a matchmaker than people give him credit for…it might even be his greatest talent,” this time she leaned in with humour dancing in her eyes, “But don’t tell him I said that”

She chuckled politely into her dainty hand, the diamond bracelet on her wrist likely more money than some of the priceless art in the gallery. With a huff she clutched at her chest, concern instantly taking over her features. 

“Mrs.Henderson? Are you alright?” Bucky asked, with a small cough. 

Y/n’s gaze flitted to him, noticing unnatural beads of sweat covering his forehead before looking back to Betty and noticing her paling face. Her eyes flicked back to Bucky just as they both said out loud, 

“The champagne” 

Shit.

People around them started to go down, scarily fast. One minute they were all standing, making polite chit-chat, the next they were all bodies covering the marble floor. Bucky stumbled beside her, uncharacteristically weak. Y/n kept him upright, using practically all her strength to do so, the super soldier serum being the only reason he wasn’t passed out like the rest of the guests. 

“James” a sinister voice greeted, echoing across the piles of unconscious bodies, “Y/n” 

Her gaze snapped to the podium at the front of the grand room where two figures had suddenly appeared. A red-headed man and woman, twins, assessed the situation with practically evil smiles. They were eerily calm. 

“All this to get me back?” Bucky huffed, his tone dangerous and sarcastic yet loud in the quiet room. 

“You are our strongest soldier, Barnes” the woman called out, her voice crisp, “you know we are who you belong with not these…Avengers”

“Was” Y/n corrected, a fierce look in her eyes.

Their gazes flicked to her as if they were just now noticing her presence, “Excuse me?” 

“He was your strongest soldier, but he sure as hell isn’t now—you’re never getting him back again” she spat out. 

The Cranes laughed cruelly. The woman then stepped forward, walking toward Y/n and Bucky from where she was in the large space. 

“Y/n Y/l/n…James’ new ‘lover,’ tell me, what are you going to do about it?” she sneered, taunting her, “You’re no one, you don’t even deserve to be an Avenger. Why? Because you’re a fucking traitor. You betrayed your own family when family is everything we have. I hate to think what you’ll do to your team or when you’ll eventually abandon poor Buckyhere” 

Bucky growled next to her, standing to his full height, despite the temporary poison seeping through his veins. 

“Don’t you fucking dare” he emphasized the word, “Talk to her like that again if you value your life”

“And what are you going to do about it?” the man called out with a laugh. 

“I don’t know Angelo…maybe shoot you again” Bucky taunted, “How’d that gunshot to the chest heal?”

Angelo growled in response. 

“Very funny…” a cold voice boomed through the space, immediately sending a chill down Y/n’s spine. 

Her head snapped in the direction of the voice only to find a gun pointed right at her. 

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I want a decently long story of Bucky just stalking Peter from a far and befriending him, just do keep stalking him from close up and convincing Peter that his current girlfriend is toxic just to have Peter. It’s toxic and Steve can see it, upset with Bucky. Gets to the point Bucky is sick of Steve’s nagging and nearly beats him to death. He panics and threatens Steve to keep his mouth shut.

Ends with Peter asleep in Bucky’s arms upset because he thinks MJ is awful. Just where Bucky wants him

I’m sorry for spamming prompts, you’re the only one who delivers such beautiful stories that I need more. Your work is so good

" It doesn't have to be like this Buck"

Steve dodges another punch thrown at him, landing a hit on Bucky's shoulder.

" I know. You just need to keep your mouth shut. It's none of your business."

Steve rolls his eyes, and shoves Bucky after Bucky pushed him back against a wall.

" I'm just worried about you. And Peter and MJ"

Bucky now stands a few feet away from Steve, he wipes at his nose, its bleeding a little.

" There is nothing to worry about. I'm just being a friend to Peter. Helping him out with his girl problem is all."

Sighing, Steve runs his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it back into place.

" Sure, and implying stuff she is doing? Making Peter doubt her?.... Buck... I've seen your office"

" It's my office in my apartment. Its private you had NO business going in there and snooping at stuff that you don't even understand."

Steve waves his hands around and then point to the door leading to the office.

" No snooping needed. That room is covered in hundreds of photos of Peter. And don't think I didn't notice the surveillance camera of his room. This has got to stop before it gets worse. It's already out of hand."

"What's out of hand is you being in my business. Sure I like Peter. I'll admit it. But I am his friend 1st and that isn't going to stop be being friends with him. You know how often he comes home injuried? Almost everytime he goes on patrol. Stark isn't watching him. Gave him that fancy suit but can't even teach the kid basic aid?"

Bucky starts pacing around.

" Someone needs to look out for him. Sure, it's a bit overboard. But in the past 6 months, I've pulled out 3 bullets that didn't go through on him. "

Bucky sighs and then goes to sit down on the couch. He never planned on anyone finding out about his small[big] obsession with Peter. He was just too good for this world. Peter was comfortable with him, and not even Steve fully lets his guard down arouns him like Peter does.

Peter is affectionate and tactical, god does he love the hugs he gets from him. But MJ wasn't worried about Peter, she can't relate to him, to Peter's need to help everyone. She just wanted attention on her, and what she felt was important. He didn't like how she looked at him. Like she was scared and pissed at him. Constantly complaining, never satisfied. She doesn't see the effort Peter tries to put in. Some things are just more important than date night, like saving the city. She just doesn't understand.

But Bucky does. He knows what self sacrifice is, putting others first. After all these years, he finally wants to be selfish. He wants Peter all to himself. He isn't going to snatch Peter up and hide him away. Peter just needs to come to him willingly. He has already opened the door to the possibility to him. Looking down so Steve can't see his face, he smiles faintly. He got so close a few weeks ago.

Peter and Bucky were at the compound. They just finished a routine training session. They were going to stay the night, so they decided on movies. Started a drinking game to Lord Of The Rings. Sure, they can't truly get drunk, but with enough alcohol they could feel buzzed for a few. It was a good bonding moment. And that's when the topic of slash fiction gets brought up by Peter.

" The what?"

Peter flushes. " Well, like... a lot of people online write up these stories? Like fan responses. Like... a lot of fans think Legolas should get with Aragon in a romantic way"

Bucky stares at Peter for a moment, he looks back at the screen and tilts his head before nodding.

" With seeing the actors... that would be a pretty sight to see."

" Right? Cause like they are... wait what... your okay with that? I thought that well..."

" That I would be uncomfortable? I know the stories have me as good with the ladies. But I've never shied away from a good time with a guy. Course, it was illegal then, but I think it's called being Bi now."

Bucky just shrugs and takes another sip of his beer. He watched Peter's reaction. He knows, based on his research, into Peter that he as well was not straight. But he had never said anything to anyone openly.

Peter's eyes widen as he stares at Bucky, and Bucky can't help but feel the warm that spread throughout his chest when Peter gaze goes to his lips and gives him a once over. Before blushing and giving him a shy smile. " I'm Bi too. "

Bucky shakes his head, shoving the memory back before looking over at Steve.

" I'm not going to start anything with him. If he wants to be more then just friends, Peter will have to make yhe move. I promise you Stevie. I'm not approaching him that way. He will have to come to me"

Steve sighs " Thats all well and good Bucky. But if this happens, I can't protect you from Tony again. Its a line you are crossing, and... I do want you happy. You know that. "

" I know..."

And it was a few days after that, and one room overhaul to hide his... extra surveillance of Peter in another location, when Peter called him. He almost got his gun when he heard the teary voice on the line. Peter asked to come over cause he didn't want to be alone right now.

When Bucky opened the door, his shoulders dropped a little. The look on Peter's face was just so heartbreaking.

" Oh Doll... come here"

Peter stumbles into Bucky's arm and wraps him into a hug. Closing the door, Bucky wraps one of his arms around Peter, before shifting their bodies sonhe could pick Peter up and carry him over to the couch.

" I got ya Pete... don't worry I'll take care of you"

Bucky wasn't assassin for nothing. He always gets his target.

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steve/bucky/tony i kinda wanna ask for regency au but let’s do pregnant omega tony and his stupid boys

I did do one for Regency a billion years ago (I think you can find it under both the regency au tag and the 5 head canons tag). I always love stupid boys <3

No one is more surprised than Tony when his test comes back with a second little pink line. He'd thought he'd never be able to have children. His doctor had said he was infertile after Afghanistan, not just from stress but because of secondary internal injuries that hadn't been seen as important as his heart when they'd been operating on him in the cave. Apparently, it was a common misconception that people believed "infertile" was synonymous with "sterile." It was possible to get pregnant, just less likely without medical intervention. Tony was being railed by two super-serumed soldiers on the regular, though, which apparently extended to their sperm count. "It basically counts as medical intervention, doesn't it," his doctors had murmured to each other, as if he could not hear them. So. He's pregnant. He doesn't know who the dad is and quite frankly, he doesn't care. But he does worry how they'll take it. So far they've had a pretty smooth relationship, but mostly because all of their problem-solving consists of 'fuck it out.' Now that he's going to be nauseous all the time and gaining weight and everything, he doubts they'll want to touch him with a ten foot pole, let alone fucking his brains out. But he has to tell them, he supposes, even though he's really not looking forward to them gradually distancing themselves until they can figure out how to co-parent.

"Do you know whose it is?" Steve asks. "It's not even an inch big yet," Tony tells him sternly. "I only found out so early because I have to have checkups after every heat. It'll be three weeks before we can do a DNA test." "Aw," Steve and Bucky sulk, crossing their arms over their chests. Then Steve perks up. "Okay, so. Eight months left to--" "Full-term is forty weeks, nine months left," Tony cuts in. "They always said nine," Bucky says, surprised, then hastily adds, "Not that I'm doubting you, I just didn't expect even pregnancy to change in seventy years--" "Pregnancy and babies have changed a lot," Tony begins. Steve shoulders his way between them, scowling. "Yeah, okay, well, we have time to learn. Great, even! Now we have nine months to prepare." "We?" Tony asks, brows furrowing together in confusion. Steve and Bucky stare at him, then turn to each other and do that thing where they talk to each other with their eyebrows and eyerolls. It takes a few minutes, but then they turn back to him, and Steve firmly says, "Yes, Tony. We. We have nine months to prepare for the baby." "We're all in this together," Bucky adds. "Just because the baby isn't biologically one of ours, we're a team. This is our baby." "...Sure," Tony says dubiously. Somehow, neither Bucky nor Steve look offended by it.

Steve and Bucky jump into research with gusto. Tony has no idea what to think of it, so he doesn't, instead focusing on eating healthy and staying fit. He's older than he'd liked to be for his first (only) baby so he wants to stay on top of his health. He's a little surprised when Steve and Bucky adapt their diets to match his (if with doubled portions), but he figures he appreciates the solidarity, if he allows himself to think about it at all. They get into a deep, deep discussion about the pros and cons of disposable diapers vs cloth diapers. Tony can't even get a word in edgewise as they bicker over liquid absorption in cloth and skin irritation in disposable. Mostly he just waits to see what decision they're going to make. It feels like it's out of his hands. Then they seem to remember he's there, and they ask how he feels about it, and he says, "I'm going to be so tired and gross that I'll just do whatever is easiest." "Oh, we were going to do all the changing," Steve begins, and Bucky proudly adds, "I'm a pro. I changed tons of my sister's diapers," and Tony immediately starts heading toward the bedroom and stripping off his clothes, to their confused delight.

"...Of course we'll have a baby photo shoot," Tony says, bewildered. "I'm famous. We're famous," he corrects after some thought. "I want to put out the first pictures of my child, not have a paparazzo get the scoop." "Oh no, this is a horrifying implication that we didn't consider," Steve answers, putting his head in his hands. Tony stares at him, because this has not clarified anything. He turns his attention to Bucky. "Huh?" "The doctors made it pretty clear that this should be your only baby," Bucky offers hesitantly. "And we thought we should... appreciate every piece of it? So we thought doing some professional photos of you and your bump would be nice." "Oh," Tony says, brows furrowing together. "Um. I guess that sounds okay. Are you sure?" His hands come up to rest on his stomach, palms sliding over his baby bump. "I've got a lot of stretch marks. They're kind of ugly." "Every part of you is beautiful, Tony," Steve scolds. "Do you know how hard it is for me to not lick them? I am constantly exercising restraint." "It's true. He's very annoying when he complains about it," Bucky assures him. Tony raises his eyebrows. "I didn't need convincing. Steve is not subtle when he decides he wants to sketch me." "I'm totally subtle!" Steve exclaims. Tony pulls up his shirt a little. Steve's eyes immediately drop down to his stomach, pupils dilating, fingers twitching before he curls his hands into fists. "Oh my god," Bucky says, stunned, because apparently he'd never noticed before. "IS IT MY FAULT TONY IS SEXY IN ALL FORMS," Steve bellows defensively, and Tony responds, "It's too close to my afternoon nap to get horny, so keep it together. You can sketch me sleeping." Steve punches the air with a cheer. Bucky buries his face in a pillow to try and muffle his laughs. It doesn't work.

Nearer the end of his pregnancy, Tony eschews maternity wear and just puts on one of the alphas' shirts. Everyone, from their fellow Avengers to random people on the street, coo about how sweet and cute it is. Tony has always sort of prickled at the idea that he needs an alpha in his life to be whole, and prickled more at the whispers that he needs an alpha to control him. Not all of his decision to hold off mating was because he couldn't find someone he wanted to settle down with; part of it was also worry that any prospective alpha was holding out to do just that, wait until he was trapped to control him. He doesn't feel that way about Steve and Bucky though. They make him feel... safe. Wanted, even. So sometimes he likes to leave the tower wearing one of their shirts. It gets people to give him space. (And maybe he feels all warm and gooey inside when people gently rib him about it. But that's his business.) Steve and Bucky have never been in more pain in their lives. Tony kicks out of his shoes and pants as soon as he gets home, complaining about his swollen feet and ankles, so he's walking around in nothing but one of their shirts and maybe underwear, because he's complained about the waistband digging in uncomfortably the bigger he's gotten. How in the fuck are they supposed to cope? He's literally never been sexier. They're trying very hard not to be neanderthals about it, but it's difficult when he waddles around the penthouse, smelling of them and himself and baby, wearing nothing but a shirt and cradling his bump. It's a good thing this is his only baby because if they had to deal with this one more time they simply wouldn't let him off his back for ten months. Tony's smug about it when he notices, which makes it worse. He's so attractive when he's smug. It's not fair. (Except the suffering is worth it, when Tony coyly peers over his shoulder at them and lifts the back of his shirt up over the curve of his ass invitingly.)

Bonus: Tony has the baby and Steve cries a lot. He's too scared to hold her so Bucky lets him cradle his hands as he holds her. Tony supervises closely before finally saying, "Well, that was a lot," and promptly falling asleep sitting up. Steve and Bucky gape at him.

[alltheficsiwant]

Fear

Fear | 🦊Foxy and 🐺Wolfie Universe One Shot

Summary: Bucky has many names. All instill fear to anyone who hears of it. People coined him as Fear himself. In return, living his life, Bucky has no fears. Until you came along. You changed his life and for the first time, there is something that he is afraid of. Something that can instill fear in Fear himself. Losing you.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, kidnapping and attempted rape. If these are triggering to you, PLEAS READ WITH CAUTION. MINORS DNI, GET THE FUCK OFF THIS POST PLEASE. THANKS.

Words: 8.5k

Author's note: Hellooo! I'm back with another one shot for Foxy and Wolfie. I know nobody asked for this but I have written this even before my Eddie Munson series. It has been sitting in my google docs. Now is the best time to pull it out. I hope you guys like it.

I made Foxy, female now since I have added lemony stuff in some of their one shots. There might a full on SMUT but we will see. I'll try to write for GN!readers too. Because I wrote Gummy Bears with a gender-neutral approach.

Any errors is solely me. I do not have a beta reader. Header was also made by me. Please don't be shy to tell me your opinions. That makes my day special - J 💕

MAIN MASTERLIST | BUCKY BARNES MASTER LIST

Bucky knew something was wrong the moment you left his apartment to go to work. More so when the last text he had with you was around the time that you left Wakanda Industries building. That was thirty fucking minutes ago. His penthouse is only ten minutes away from your work. All routes you could possibly take are crawling with Bucky’s men. You should be here in less than ten minutes but you aren’t. Throwing everyone into a frenzy as Steve and Sam contact every man in every route. Wanda even helped trying to contact acquaintances. Shuri even mobilize some of their staff to help.

He knows you have the tendency to do some stuff spontaneously if interest you enough. You often times do detours before coming home. The first time you did that. Bucky nearly had a coronary.

Okay, maybe he is exaggerating but Bucky is not a normal man. He has enemies that are waiting to do him some damage. Bring him down a peg. Usually, Bucky isn’t worried about anyone. All of the people important to him know how to defend themselves except you. Oh God, he tried but you weren’t built for that. You are built to be behind computers and do the thinking.

You are built to be protected, at least physically, Bucky thought. You are independent as a person can be but in these circumstances he was supposed to be the one who protects you. Now, you are no where to be fucking found. You have been gone now for a full day and what the fuck is taking Steve and Sam so long to fucking call everyone?

“Fucking hell!” Bucky was brought back from his thoughts. His vision cleared until it landed on his phone. Your picture up on the screen. A picture of you smiling cutely while laying on the bed. You were obviously wearing Bucky’s red Henley and clearly with the look of shy satisfaction on your face that it was after Bucky had his way with you. Bucky couldn't help but clenched his fist. The plates on his metal arm shifted silently (It was your genius works that it can now move without even making a sound). Where the fuck are you?

“Buck.” Steve’s voice made Bucky jerked up from his position. Dread filled him as he saw Steve’s furious and worried face followed by Sam who looked to be seething.

“Did you find her?” Bucky asked, his voice a bit husky because of misuse. 

“No, but we found who would be responsible for her missing,” Steve said as he turned to Sam who apparently had a tablet on his hand that Bucky didn’t notice. Steve moved and placed it down to Bucky.

Bucky saw the private parking lot three blocks away from Bucky’s building. He knows the familiar cars parked since he owns that space. Making them pay for the protection of their cars. He was about to protest. Angry that Steve would waste his time– he saw you. Walking at leisure pace with your hands in your pocket.

He clutched the tablet to bring it closer to him. As he watched your movement, at first you looked like a normal gal walking around Brooklyn but Bucky knows you. Oh, he watches you enough to know that something is definitely wrong. You were walking a little bit too slowly and you kept glancing over your shoulder. A de javu settled on Bucky, as flashes of what happened before everything started between the two of you happened. When you were stalked, Bucky insisted on looking through the city tapes. He doesn't know hwy but he was hungry to know more about you. He wants to knows your ques when you feel in danger so he is ready to protect you.

He refocused himself back to the video and he looked back and tried to see if you were being followed but he saw nothing.

Then you stopped and then looked straight towards the camera as if you knew Bucky was watching you. You mouthed to it, words that made Bucky’s heart constrict as he started to tremble. In fear or anger he doesn’t know. It was blurred at this point as he watched it over and over again. 

“I love you Wolfie,”

Before you sharply turned back around and stiffened. 

“Baby!” He can’t help exclaim as he looks up at Steve. “Tell me this isn’t the only footage,” Bucky desperately asked his best friend.

“Watch,” Steve grunted as he angrily looked down and Bucky looked down just in time to see a familiar 6 foot tall blonde man wearing a blue leather jacket. The familiar logo of the white wolf on its back as the man approached you and harshly took your arm. You fought but then he looked to have hissed something and you stopped as you looked around before you shakily nodded. 

Then he sharply pulled you against him, forcing you to turn and then slowly backed away from the crowded area. Bucky started to shake as he knew what he was going to witness as the man pulled out a white cloth and smothered you. You struggled, fighting him off despite being a tiny little thing but the man was fucking strong. Soon you went limp and he carried you walking away from the scene. Not noticing the camera that Bucky had installed in the car park.

Bucky growled and looked up. Anger radiating off his eyes as he saw an equally angry Steve with Sam who is seething.

“Tell me you know who the fuck–”

“John Walker,” The three of them turned to see Natasaha walking inside the office as she loaded her gun. She tucked it behind her back before taking her stance beside Steve. “We are already tracking him down using my system.”

Bucky shouted in anguish as he threw the tablet in anger. “Fucking Walker!” He seethed as he kicked his table effectively flipping it and making the contents of it scatter. The three instinctively took a step back knowing that if Bucky started his rage, he wouldn’t stop until he is sated.

“I knew that little fucker would betray us!” Bucky screamed as he paced. “Is it just him?” Bucky asked as he looked at Natasha.

“At first we thought it was just him but we found something,” Natasha said and then turned just in time for the door to open. A groaning man appears. Quentin Beck stumbled inside with his hands tied behind his back followed by a blonde young girl and a young man with angry expressions. 

“Thank you Yelena and Peter,” Natasha told them. Peter was the first one to leave while Yelena dropped a bag beside Quentin before leaving as Natasha motioned for Sam to take the man. Sam didn’t hesitate and brought him over to Bucky.

“We found him preparing to leave a few minutes ago. He had the decency to go to his fuck buddy to bid goodbye,” Natasaha informed him. Then she crouched down towards the bag and opened it. Revealing a few stacks of money, clothes, a few fake passports and two guns with ammos.

Bucky can’t help but huff out a laugh. “I knew you were a slimy little rat Beck,” Bucky grunted as Quentin struggled against Sam’s hold. His eyes widened in fear as Bucky got closer. His stare the angriest Quentin witnessed.

“I- I swear sir! I didn’t do anything!” Quentin begged as Sam just dumped him right in front of Bucky. The man himself crouched down, his face filled with only one emotion, rage as he harshly tugged on Quentin’s head back to make him look at him.

“Where’s my girl?” He asked directly as Quentin shook his head and started to babble that he doesn’t know. Bucky grunted, lifting up his flesh arm while the metal one kept a hold of him. He delivered a punch.

“That is not the answer I’m looking for,” Bucky said evenly as forced Quentin to bear the pain and make him look at him. “Tell me, where’s my girl?”

“I swear sir! I don’t know! John acted on this alone. I wouldn’t have done something to her knowing I would–”

“You fucking liar,” Bucky cut him off as he delivered another punch on Quentin. This time on his jaw. Quentin cried out and Bucky let him as he switched the metal hand to the flesh ones. He curled it into a fist and forced him to look at it. “Then why are you fucking leaving with your tail between your legs Beck? Why are you running away if you didn’t do anything?”

Quentin’s eyes widened as he realized that there is really no way out of this.

Bucky reared his metal arm, ready to deliver the final blow that could cave his skull in as he asked him in a calm yet heavy tone. “Where is my girl?”

Quentin looked towards the metal knowing one way or another that he would be receiving that punch whether he told them or not. It might not kill him but he knew that Bucky would make his death slow and painfully.

“You really are not going to talk? Well then–” Bucky was about to bring down the metal arm when Quentin finally broke.

“Flag Smashers!” He shouted and that made everyone in the room stand still. Bucky freezing on the spot.

“What?” Steve was the first one to speak as he moved towards Quentin. His eyes shifted from angry to being worried.

“Flag Smashers. We made a deal with them. Well, John spoke with them and roped me in. They wanted a leverage against the White Wolf as per John. John offered your girl and when they learned who she was. They became more determined to get her,” Quentin blurted as Bucky dropped him on the floor. Natasha took over by getting Quentin and had a knife on his neck. He was jostled a bit but continued talking as Bucky paced. “We were supposed to drop her off last night and leave but the flag smashers couldn't deliver their part of the deal until a few hours ago. John said she would keep her somewhere until he could get what he needed for the flag smasher. We were meeting tonight.”

Bucky inhaled sharply at that and then looked towards Sam who already had his phone out. 

“I’m going to call Karli and see if—”

Before Sam could even click on the contact and finish his sentence. His phone rang, Karli’s name, the leader of the Flag Smasher flashes on the screen. Sam quickly answered it as he placed it on speaker. Natasha quickly stuffs Quentin’s mouth with her handkerchief to keep him quiet while still having the knife on his neck. 

“Karli?”

“I know you are with the White Wolf.” Her voice echoed in the office.

Bucky didn’t even hesitate as he stepped forward towards the phone.

“Where’s my girl?” Bucky didn’t let any more discussion ask the same question he had been asking to anyone really for almost the whole day now.

“I would have handed her back to you if I had her.”

“Do not fucking lie to me Karli,”

“When did I ever lie to you James?” Karli calmly said back to him. Bucky huffed.

“Then why did you call?”

“John Walker made a deal with us. He needed an escape route. He wanted an out from you,” Karli said as Bucky looked at Quentin whose eyes widened in shock at what he was hearing. He was betrayed.  “He came here just now. He told me it was for him and Beck but then requested a last minute change for details. In replacement was a woman’s information and picture. He made business with my men and not me. When I saw her picture, I immediately alerted our connections to delay their departure.”

“I don’t need the fucking details Karli. I just need the location,”

“Long Island port. He plans to crossover to Portland and then plans to drive to crossover Canada,”

Bucky cursed. He has no jurisdiction in Canada. He can’t exactly follow you there without alerting the Interpol or the fucking CIA. He ran a hand through his face.

“We placed a tracker on the gun he asked. We always put one in order for us to keep track of the people we do business with. He’s only a couple minutes away before crossing over to Long island.”

While Karli was speaking Bucky was already walking out of the office. Natasha dragged Quentin while Steve and Sam started barking orders. He had taken Sam’s phone as he hurriedly took his personal elevator down to the garage.

“Why are you giving me this Karli?” Bucky asked as he entered the elevator. There was a second of silence on the other line before the woman spoke.

“I know what it's like to lose someone important. Knows how our lives can intertwine with our work.” Karli explained as Bucky took his bike as he waited for Sam who was already giving him his gun and his knives. “Besides, I’m a professional. I have decorum. I wouldn’t hit on a rival’s family to get my business going when I could do other things about it.”

“You know I don’t do favors,”

“This is not a favor. This is respect. Go get your girl,” Then the line went dead. Then an alert message came on and Bucky clicked it. A blinking tracker is seen exiting Brooklyn to Queens.

He showed it to Sam. “Alert Shuri and T’Challa. Tell them I would need their connection to Tony Stark” Sam took the phone and nodded as Bucky revved up his bike.

“I’ll send this to you. We'll be right behind…” Sam wasn't able to finish his sentence as Bucky went off. A single thought running through his mind. He is going to get his girl.

Bucky never felt fear before, or at least since the time he got his arm blasted off. He was used to inflicting it and becoming the fear of the people. Yet at the moment, he fears for you. Fears that you would be hurt. Fear that after this, the other shoe that Bucky was waiting for will drop and lose you.

He fears he would lose you one way or another. He felt like this would be the final straw. The unfamiliar weakening of his knees and the shaking of his bones came to him as he revved his bike. Not caring about the speed, he just wants to get to you. An alert pinged again at his phone that he was half a mind to put on a stand.

He looked down at it to see it open on its own and the red blinking was closer. Then Shuri called, his phone automatically answering it. He didn’t have time to ask how the hell Shuri is accessing his phone.

“You are a click away from them Buck,” Shuri informed him as he looked down at the tracker.

“What does the car look like?” 

“A silver sedan. He looked like he was really trying to go in a hurry but there is so much a Sedan can do!”

“How are you seeing–”

“I called Tony. He lent us his drones and he also said that if something happens to his little magician, you would be dead.” Bucky looked ahead, ignoring the threat, just in time to see several drones flying over him and pass him. He followed it until his eyes landed on a certain sedan. He shouted to Shuri the plates and she confirmed them.

Bucky didn’t hesitate to rev up to catch up to the car and he rode beside the car. He saw you in a flash, knocked out on the back seat with your hands tied. Then he saw John Walker who was already looking back at him with wide eyes. Without preamble, Bucky pulled out his gun and shot the window twice. John, props to him immediately swerved the car. It grazed him on the cheek and stepped on the gas.

“Found him.” Bucky only said as he easily caught up. 

“Sam and Steve are behind you,” Bucky didn’t need to look as he already heard a car coming up on the other side of the Sedan. John saw it and he started to panic and pulled out his own gun but before he could, a small hand shot up. You were awake.

“Foxy!” Bucky can’t help but shout as he lifts his visor up. As you struggled with John, you surprisingly were able to get the ties around your hands free. Bucky doesn’t know if you heard him but you continue to struggle. Bucky’s heart nearly stopped as a shot rang out. It hit Sam’s truck that was driving on the other side. Luckily, Steve, who was halfway out of the truck, was barely hit.

Bucky didn’t care anymore if he was going to hit something as he prepared himself to jump just like Steve.

“Fucking bitch!” Bucky saw you were able to get the gun off him and John’s wrist has indents on it. Then you scrambled towards the window where Steve is already reaching out for you. John started to reach out for you instead and he managed to clutched on your feet. You started to kick him as you desperately unlocked the door. Bucky took another steady shot and hit John on the shoulder. The bastard cried out as he clutched on it and released you.

“Steve!” He shouted as Steve opted to break the window of the car. John saw that Steve was reaching out to you and decided to swerve the car. In the moment, you cried out and Bucky turned to look that you have sliced your forearm open at one of the broken glass. As soon as he saw your blood spilled, Bucky saw red.

“Get her out of there Steve!” Was the last thing he remembered he said before letting his persona take over. There was a lot of fighting as Steve managed to drag you out of the car and into Sam’s truck.

Bucky remembered John fighting as much as he could against Bucky but he wasn’t having none of it. His girl was hurt and someone has to suffer.

The next thing he knew, he managed to crash the car towards barrels of water at the highway that is usually there to prevent a severe car crash. Bucky dragged himself out of the car at the same time he clutched on John’s still breathing body. He threw him against the car and quickly took out his gun.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t know?” Bucky gritted out as he pointed the gun to John’s forehead. There was fear clearly etched on his face but he really did have a death wish as he sneered back at Bucky.

“I knew that Bitch would sell me out to you,” John only grunted and Bucky didn’t care about Karli betraying John.

“You messed with the wrong person John,” Bucky growled as he let the nozzle of the gun pressed against his forehead as he leaned down to him. “You could have done some damage with anything on me and I would have let you go with a beat up face and a bruised ego but no,” Bucky can’t help press the gun on John’s forehead and slammed it towards the car. “You really have to touch my fucking girl,”

“She’s not your girl when she willingly flirts with anyone! She came with me–”

Bucky didn’t even flinch as he pulled the trigger, instead of his forehead like he really wanted to, he pointed it again to the gunshot wound he obtained earlier making it bigger. John cried out as Bucky pointed the gun back to his forehead.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about her like that. I saw the footage moron. She knew you were coming to get her and my girl is smart enough to let you do it right in front of me.” Bucky said as he clearly remembered the words you mouthed to him during the video.

“I love you Wolfie.” Bucky can feel the anger boiling again inside him. You and him never really had the time to say those words to each other out loud but fuck, Bucky didn’t picture it that he would have to hear or at least read those words in your lips in this kind of situation.

John on his part looked a bit shocked. He really is a stupid bastard. 

“So really, Karli didn’t betray you. You did it yourself. Now you are going to fucking pay,” Bucky mumbled as he stood up. “I would really like to torture you more. Make you feel the pain as you slowly die but I want you out immediately. So, goodbye John,”

Bucky was about to pull the trigger when John suddenly shouted.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I took her?!” John exclaimed in an attempt to prolong his life.

“You didn’t succeed and I don’t fucking care,” Bucky fired a shot at Walker and watched the life seep out of him. He took another few more shots to make sure and carelessly threw the gun on him. He heard a car pulling up behind him and he turned just in time to see you coming out the car. 

“Oh thank God!” You exclaimed as you ran towards him as Bucky met you halfway. You jumped into his arms as you buried your head against his neck and wrapped your arms and legs around him. Bucky despite the soreness of the fight with John and the car crash pulled you close to him. Wrapping his metal arm around your waist while the other clutched the back of your head to keep you on his neck.

He let out a shaky breath as he felt you tremble against him. “You’re okay now baby. I got you,”

A muffled sob came out of you and Bucky leaned back a bit so he could properly look at you. He scanned your face as tears streamed down on them.

You have a gash on your left temple that made Bucky’s jaw clenched then he saw a bruise forming on your left cheek. Then he saw your lips and he couldn't help but growl at it. There was a cut on it preventing him from the lips he badly wanted to kiss. The fear suddenly took him after the brief anger he had felt. The fear he felt as he searched for you reared its ugly head again and Bucky can’t help but stagger a bit at the feeling. He brought you back in his arms and tightened it around you.

You watched as emotion after emotion revealed itself on Bucky’s face. Something only you have the privilege to witness numerous times before. You know what is starting to run through his head and you know you can’t do anything but assure him. You reached out to the hand that is touching your face and kissed his palm.

“It's just a few cuts and bruises. I’m fine.” You assured him as Bucky shook his head.

“We still need you to be checked– your arm,” he said as he scrambled to look at it but you were already shaking your head as you wrapped it back around him. You leaned your forehead against his as you took a deep breath.

“Take me home please Wolfie. I just want to go home.”

Despite your protest, Bucky wanted you to be checked out. Bruce Banner and Stephen Strange were called. Bruce from the Wakanda Industries and Stephen as the doctor on call for Bucky. Bucky made sure that you were okay and you compromised by just having them at Bucky’s house instead of a hospital or in the infirmary in Natasha’s security firm.

It took almost two hours to assess everything. Bucky wanted to be thorough and through all of it he didn’t let you out of his sight. During the whole ordeal, the exhaustion of the day took a toll on you and you ended up falling asleep halfway. In which the two doctors gave an okay since you have clearly no concussion.

After the last tests and the final reassessment of your injuries. Stephen delivered the news to Bucky who was just returning with a bowl of soup and the tea you always drink when you are having a bad day. 

“James,” Stephen greeted him as he packed up his stuff. Bruce is already on his way out as he bids the mob boss goodbye in a shaky voice leaving the two men and you, who are still asleep alone. Bucky laid the tray on a desk in the room as he greeted Stephen back.

“Is she okay?” 

Stephen nodded as he took his bag up and looked over at you. “So far, the only severe injury she had is the cut on the glass on her forearm. Steve did a great job on stopping the bleeding. It would scar but Bruce said he is already developing an ointment to help with it.” Stephen started as Bucky carefully sat on the side of the bed. You were facing him and he couldn't help but reach out towards your face. Making sure you are really here with him now. Safe and sound.

“The cuts and bruises would heal in a few days or so, especially on the lips. She doesn’t have broken bones but she did have bruised cheekbones and sternum. Usually, it can occur when being punched or kicked,” Bucky can’t help but close his eyes at that news. His metal hand that isn’t touching and caressing your face clenched. He now wished he didn’t end John right now, he should have let Steve drag him towards the compound so he could have his way with him later.

“But do not worry James, I already prescribed her some pain meds that could–”

“She doesn’t like to take pain meds,” Bucky mumbled as he looked at Stephen who nodded. 

“Okay, I can ask Bruce for alternatives,” Stephen said as he pulled out his phone and sent the other doctor some texts. 

The room went silent for a bit as Bucky dreaded the next news that Stephen would have to deliver. When Bucky made them do every test possible to assess you, it meant everything. Including a rape kit. You weren’t exactly speaking to Bucky much about your experience with Walker during the time that you and him traveled back to Bucky’s place. You only silently cried and clutched on Bucky tighter every time there was a bump in the road. 

Bucky hesitated to ask but Stephen, as usual, knew that Bucky would like to have news delivered to him straightforwardly. That is the reason why he was Bucky’s personal and on-call doctor.

“About the rape kit test, she didn’t have any traces of forced entry,” Stephen started to explain. It should have created relief from Bucky but then he saw Stephen’s face. The usually stoic doctor’s expression became a little darker as he delivered the other part of the news.

“But, we do have found traces of attempt. A few bruises between her thighs and the reason why her sternum was bruised.” Bucky shakily released a breath. He jerked back from touching you and he was out of the bed. Pacing. He shakily put his flesh hand over his mouth in an attempt to stop its trembling as he paced. “We are just assuming its an attempt–”

“I will know about that,” Bucky sharply cuts him off, not wanting to hear another word. Stephen nodded as he looked over at your still body. He didn’t bid any goodbye, something that Stephen never does even when he started working with Bucky. He would rather not speak. He was always a bearer of a bit of bad news. 

He left silently leaving Bucky in his own thoughts. He didn’t know how long he did that but all he could think about is the ways he could have prevented it. He was always sure. Always ahead of the game of people who he knew would betray him and would do something to him. Yet when it comes to you he becomes this mess. A person riddled with fear. Only for you.

His thoughts strayed to Beck for a while, Natasha informing him that he is in the compound. Hidden, ready for him. Knowing now what he could have possibly done, Bucky would have to find some time to go there and do the damage he wished he could have done to John too.

Then it turned back to you as his eyes landed on your still sleeping form. The bruise he saw on the temple has swollen a bit and the cut on your lip looked to be tended. Luckily you are sleeping too deeply. A chilling sensation filled him as the crippling fear came back to him. His knees weakened and this time he let himself kneel right at the edge of the bed. 

How could he let this happen again? He promised he would protect you. Promised you on the day when Dolores took an attempt on your life. The fucking demented witch. He was scared that day that it would be the final nail in the coffin that would make you want to leave but this might be it.

You wouldn’t stay. Nobody does. You would leave and Bucky was sure about that and it would leave Bucky devastated. He knows that. Fuck, he knows that but the worst part is he would let you. He knows that too despite being the possessive shit he was. He wouldn’t keep you if you don’t want him anymore. He wouldn’t keep you even if he wanted you and only you. Even he already let you have the last pieces of heart he had left. He loved you too much to keep you if you do not want to be kept.

Also, he promised you. He kept on saying that you are safer with him from the very start. Because of his selfishness he got you in this fucking situation.

He was too caught up with his own thoughts to notice you have woken up just in time to see an expression you knew was only one thing. An expression you have seen yourself make. Others who have suffered under his metal hands or under Steve’s wrath and Sam’s rage. You know those expressions and you know exactly what Bucky fears the most. Those whispered words he always speaks whenever you spend the night with him in his arms thinking you are asleep.

“I’m not leaving,” you rasped out, bringing him out of his thoughts. Bucky faces you sharply upon hearing your voice. His eyes glazed over as he saw you slowly sitting up. Bucky moved immediately to help you.

“Foxy–”

As soon as he neared you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kneeled on the bed and stretched your body to reach him. His arms are limp beside him as you nuzzle your face to his neck.

“I’m not leaving. You should know that by now,” You told him. A bit muffled since your face is buried on Bucky’s neck. Though your man didn’t make any move to touch you and he stayed in your embrace despite the lack of reaction. You continue to hold on to him.

“This is my fault,” he said after a few more moments and you quickly shook your head as you leaned back. You kept one of your arms around him and the other to touch his cheek making him look at you.

You shook your head again. “No, it isn’t– no, let me finish– this is not your fault. Even then, I knew what I was going into when I let you pursue me. I knew what your life would entail Bucky. At least when I finally learned about it,” You paused as you caressed his face with your thumb as you moved closer. Pressing your body as much as you can with him as you embrace him once again. The memory of the night the two of you met came in pieces with you. How stubborn you were not to give him your number.

You then laid your head on his shoulder. “Besides, I’m too deep to even leave.”

You stayed silent for a while as Bucky refused to hug you back. You close your eyes as you take a deep breath before speaking again. Willing the tears from your eyes not to fall as you spoke.

“If I’m not leaving. You shouldn’t either.” Knowing if you won’t leave then he would be the one to do so. “You can’t leave me. Not now.” You inhaled sharply before pushing the last words out of your mouth. “Not when you made me love you this much,”

With those words, Bucky let a shaky exhale before he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

“Oh my foxy, I’m so damn sorry. I’m so sorry,” He murmured as he pressed kiss after kiss against your temple. He lifted you up a little and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist. “Never. I would never leave you,” Bucky mumbled as he pulled back a bit to be able to look at your face. His flesh hand frantically tried to wipe the tears that still fell from your eyes despite your efforts.

“I can’t. I would have let you go if you ask me but I can’t let you go now. I love you too much to do so too baby,” Bucky said as he leaned his forehead against you.

“Good.” That was all you said before you surge forward. You kissed him just like how you kissed him when you cannot put into words how much you long for his presence. Bucky kissed back as if he was a man starved. Desperate to feel and to have you against him.

You tried to suppress your whimpers as you kissed him back. You were also desperate to kiss him. After what you have suffered under John and Beck’s hands for a single night. You wanted to feel Bucky’s love and his warmth. This time you longed for his and only his touch. Nobody else.

But Bucky finally remembered about your cut and slowed the kiss. He leaned back not before leaving a final kiss on the corner of your mouth that isn’t injured.

“I never picture that we are going to say those words in this kind of situation,” You told him as Bucky slowly sat back down on the bed with you still on his lap and wrapped around him.

Bucky didn’t reply on that as he kept looking at you. Seriousness envelopes his features. You immediately tucked your head under his chin and clutched him tighter against you.

Bucky sighed. “You have to tell me what happened,” Bucky said as he brought on his hands to caress the back of your head as he leaned down to lay a kiss on the crown of it. You shook your head.

“Tomorrow,” You told him as you turned your head to the side. “I just want to stay like this for a while,” 

Bucky sighed yet again, not wanting to push you further despite wanting to know everything. Though he has other plans to know what really happened, since someone is waiting for him in the compound. Waiting to be questioned by his bare hands. He opted to wait for you instead. Besides, he has all the time in the world. You wouldn’t be leaving and Bucky would make it his mission to not give you reasons to do so.

“Okay, tomorrow.”

2 weeks later…

“Wolfie?”

Bucky turned just in time to see you walking out of his bedroom. Wearing only one of his shirts as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He can’t help but admire you. He liked how you look now. Healthy and injury free.

For the past two weeks, Bucky insisted for you to stay with him as you recovered. He even asked you to move your work remotely so that he could keep watch on you. You protested though, he knew it when you had your feet back to solid ground. 

But then he knew deep inside, when you conceded, you felt a lot safer being closer to Bucky than being away. Bucky also didn’t leave you out of his sight that much. He had Sam and Natasaha reevaluate every person under his payroll. A cleansing of his ranks after what Beck and Walker pulled through.

Sam though, profusely apologized to you and Bucky since Beck and Walker were his own recruits. He really thought they were decent men but it turns out they are not. Bucky didn’t give him hell. Sam was one of his closest friends. He even asked Bucky to take a go at him but Bucky knew Sam wouldn’t betray him. He knew Sam wouldn’t have known better and he would. That is what Sam promised. Instead he tasked him to do the cleansing which Sam accepted together with Natasha who was eager to get her hands dirty again.

While Bucky gave Steve the reins to the business which his best friend agreed as he knew that you would need Bucky more than anyone.

So Bucky stayed with you, being the doting and loving boyfriend that he is to you and only to you. He helped you with the nightmares that would surely stick and assure you that you are safe. He even let Wanda who had come running to you to stay for three days before she was forced by her work. Threatening Bucky that she would castrate him if anything happens to you again. Of course, Bucky would let her if that happens. You are his world but he would make sure it never does. 

So he started to introduce you to some classes on how to use a gun or a knife which you surprisingly took interest compare to the hand to hand combat sessions he tried before.

“Who else is better to teach me than you?” 

Oh, after that comment, let’s just say that Bucky never had been turned on in his life with the trust that you gave him that night. It was also the night that you finally told him what happened.

It turns out, you fought them during the times you are awake and sassed the fuck out of them. They had to tranquilize you numerous times since your body burned through them so fast. Something of a feat that Bucky is quite shocked of since how tiny you are and how you are not really in the best physical condition a human can achieve.

But what made him work up was that it was apparently Beck who took advantage of you. John was the one who always told Beck to calm down and they would have time to take you for themselves. The two apparently took interest with you at the beginning thinking how could you tame Bucky like that. 

The words that Beck had spatted at you as he tried to drag you to him. 

“Let me have a fucking taste of the pussy that tamed the White Wolf!”

“Come on, don’t be shy!”

“You fucking slut!”

Bucky splintered the headboard that day as you recounted the story shakily as you cried and clutched on to him. Then with your permission of course, he made love to you as you were also desperate to forget about how rough Beck was that night. 

John stopped him though and that made him decide to run away with you instead. Apparently, John actually liked you. That explains why John said you flirted with him which you adamantly denied. 

“Wolfie, I can’t even flirt with you? How am I supposed to do that?” You told him as you remained inside his arms after making love with you. “Sometimes, being kind is really a pain in the ass.” 

On that day, Bucky knew he would have to visit the compound one day and do what he was itching to do to Beck the moment Stephen told him about the attempt. It seems the day has come.

“Good morning baby,” Bucky greeted you as you walked over to him as you smiled sleepily. He offered you your cup of coffee. You took it but laid it back down to the counter before jumping into his arms.

Bucky let out an ‘ooof’ as he caught you. The plates in his arm shifting seamlessly, a result of your continuous improvement with the coding and Shuri’s mechanical adjustments.

“Good morning,” You mumbled. You have been extra clingy. Far from your usually reserved affection even with just the two of you. Also, it was Bucky who had always initiated contact but since everything that has happened. It seems like a new side of you has been unlocked.

“How did my foxy sleep?” Bucky asked as you pulled back. You scrunch your nose at the nickname still not used to that nickname but recently it's grown on you. As long as it came from Bucky’s mouth, your Wolfie’s mouth then it's okay. If it's Sam, Steve, Wanda or even Shuri you would throw hands.

“Good.” You decided to answer, then you looked over at him and noticed that he was in his black suit. These days, Bucky has been either sweater clad or Henley clad. “Are you going to work now?” You asked, a tint of sadness in your voice. You kind of liked the arrangement of having Bucky 24/7 now.

Bucky smiled at you softly as he leaned down to kiss you softly which you eagerly returned. After, he moved to reach for your coffee as he spoke.

“I have to go baby but I just need to do a few things and then I’ll be back,” Bucky told you as he deposited you carefully down on one of the countertops. You carefully balanced the coffee that he gave you in your hands as you watched him move towards the food that you didn’t notice served on a plate.

“Okay” You scrunch your eyebrows as you look around and your eyes land on the digital clock. “But it's a Sunday?” You asked him to look back at Bucky who's back is turned on you as he prepared a plate for you.

“Yes I know, but there is something I really need to work on,” Bucky mumbled as he turned around and gave you a plate.

You looked down to see two pieces of French toast and strawberries with dollops of cream cheese on top of it. You gladly took it as you leaned to the side to open the drawers where the forks are. Bucky watched you in awe as you moved around his kitchen as if you lived there long enough. That is a thought he would like to divulge but later. He had something to deal with to seal the deal of letting you stay here at your original home. 

You took a bite of the toast first before speaking again as Bucky grabbed food of his own. “Is it something I can know about?” you asked and Bucky nearly froze at your question. If you noticed it you didn’t comment as you continued to eat while waiting for his answer.

“You don’t need to worry about it.” Bucky told you as he walked towards you with food of his own and leaned his lower back against the edge of the counter top you are seated on. “It’s a thing I want you out of,”

“Dirty Laundry?” You asked, using the codename the two of you decided to call whatever Bucky had to do that is something that needs to be left unsaid. Bucky nodded, not wanting to say anything more.

You nodded as you took another bite of the french toast and Bucky was relieved that you didn’t question further. Besides, you witnessed a lot of things about his life and his work. He doesn’t want to add what he was about to do to the list but he wouldn’t put it past you that you already know what he is about to do.

It was basically Bucky’s motivation as he festered the anger he kept in check while he helped you recover.

A few minutes later, Bucky is on his way out of his penthouse as you walk him over the elevators.

“I’ll be back before dinner time,” Bucky told you as you nodded. You reached out for him at the same time as Bucky reached out for you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your lips met as you kissed him sweetly.

“Be careful, okay?” You told him as you pulled an inch away from his lips. Bucky nodded before surging forward again to kiss you more.

The two of you are so caught up with each other that you didn’t hear Natasha has entered the penthouse with Steve. Someone cleared their throat and that made the both of you pull you apart. You jumped a bit and blushed as you noticed the two standing there. Steve with a look of amusement mixed with embarrassment while Natasha just looked at the two of you as if she was enjoying the show.

“I was told that I am here for a brainstorming session. I didn’t know I would witness a show,” Natasha mused. Bucky snorted at that while you giggled. 

“Very funny Nat.” Bucky then looked back down at you and smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as Bucky leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. With a final squeeze on your waist. Bucky let go of you.

“Hey Steve,” you greeted the blonde hulk of a man and the guy offered a grin.

“Hey little bug,” he greeted back and that made you pout at him playfully.

“Just because I told you that you are my honorary big brother now doesn’t mean you can give me nicknames,” You told him crossing your arms but Steve just looked at you amused.

“Well, that is what you get when saying that lil sis,” he told you and you just chuckled as you moved to give him a hug.

“Please take care of him,” you whispered as Steve nodded,

“Always do,”

Bucky then finally put on his shoes and turned around. “Keep her safe Nat,” Bucky said as he started to walk backward towards the elevator. Nat who walked to stand beside you nodded.

“Sure do,”

Then Bucky turned to look at you and give you one final smile. “I love you,” He said as he stepped inside the elevator. Steve and Natasha looked at him shocked but schooled their features quickly not wanting Bucky to backtrack as they look at you who is smiling widely at him.

“I love you too Wolfie,”

Though before the elevator closed, you surged forward and stopped with your hand startling the three as you looked at Bucky. You stared at him for a while as Bucky stood there looking back at you.

“Kick the fucker for me,” You told him and Bucky’s eyes widened at that before you stepped back and let the elevator closed. Bucky stood there in shock as the elevator descended down to his parking lot. 

“You told her?” Steve can’t help but ask. Bucky shook his head as he smirked.

“She just knows it.” Steve chuckled at that.

“You really do have a keeper this time. First time hearing you say those words freely to other people except Sam and Me, Becca and Winnifred,”

“Yeah, she is a keeper.”

“You are going to put a ring on it anytime soon?”

Bucky already had it made and it is in the process but that is news that he wouldn’t be indulging anyone until it's ready but maybe he could spare some to his old best friend.

“Soon but first, I want to deal with the fucker,”

Bonus Content

Quentin knew he was fucked. The moment Natasha knocked him out from Bucky’s office. He wouldn’t be coming out of this alive. He should have ran away on his own if he knew Walker would betray him like this. Now he is at the compound that much he knew judging by the stink of blood and burnt flesh to where he is at now.

He knows this place. The fucking winter chamber is what they call. Not just by being cold. No, this is the place that the White Wolf unleashes the monster inside him. The one that only his worst enemies could witness and never get out of. If they do it would be in black bags. 

He was fucked. Who knew his dick would have gotten him here? If you weren’t such a fucking— he jumped as the doors in the room he is tied down slowly opened. Three sets of footsteps can be heard as they enter the barely lit room. 

Quentin knew who it was, no one ever came from the past days? Weeks? He doesn’t know. Only Peter with a scrap of bread and water came to him. Now, he knew he had come for him.

The first one he saw was Steve as he walked inside with a briefcase in hand. He moved towards the table situated on Quentin’s left. He didn’t even look at him. The next one was Eddie Brock. The resident psycho freaks under Bucky’s loyal men. He was diagnosed with a split personality and the other one, well. They call him Venom and oh boy, he might not be on the same level as the White Wolf unleashed but Venom was almost on the same level.

He loves to play with his prey and he is a very good hunter. If he is here, the White Wolf is planning something that Quentin wouldn't like to experience right now but has not choice to but suffer.

“Hello Quentin,” Eddie’s voice came and shit, its not Eddie its fucking Venom. Quentin started to struggle. Steve looked to be unfettered as he pulled out tool after tool Venom chuckled at his movements. “Ohhh, someone is excited?” He mused as he stalked towards him. 

Quentin struggled as Venom cackled. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t be playing with you. Boss wants to have his hands on you first then I would feast,” Venom hissed and Quentin whimpered. “I would fucking enjoy it. After all, I hate rapists,”

Quentin’s eyes widened at that. Fuck, they knew about what he attempted to do with you and he thought he already pumped you enough tranq to forget about it. Fuck.

“I see, that you remember now what you did Beck,” A low grunt was heard as the last person stepped into the light. Venom stepped behind Quentin holding Quentin’s head as he made him look straight to those dark cerulean eyes. Bucky stepped into the light and his eyes were feral as he looked at Beck. “I know what you did,”

Quentin continued to struggle as he was forced to look at Bucky who neared him.

“You should have come clean, I could have ended it fast and quickly back at my office but you decided to be a little coward. Now, I'm going to enjoy everything I am going to do to you.” Bucky said as he turned to Steve.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he told him and Steve nodded. He didn’t look back as he walked out there and the sound of the door being locked can be heard. 

Bucky then turned to Beck while Venom excitedly watched. “You will regret touching my girl,”

All through the night, only Quentin’s screams can be heard and Venom’s cackle. Despite the heavy locked doors. It can be heard all throughout the compound. Luckily, no other buildings and places around it but it serves as a warning to everyone.

No one. No one messes with FEAR himself.

[callsigndragon]

Birdie | Sam Wilson

Sam Wilson x fem!reader

Summary: You receive a call telling you that Sam and Bucky had been arrested. You go to get them when an unpleasant John Walker makes Sam's instincts to kick in.

Warnings: none I guess? I mean, John Walker being kind of a dick, but that's just about it. And a bit of swearing. Fluff.

A/N: This is my first ever attempt to write something marvel related. Sam is a very special character for me and I hope I did him well. I tried to keep it as in character as possible. Also sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!If any one is willing to read more about Sam, or has any suggestions for other marvel stories, my asks are open 👐

You watch him exit the police station, walking next to Bucky. You're sure he hasn't seen you yet. Sam has a pained expression in his face, one that in a way lets you understand that everything that has happened wasn't in his plans.

Sam turned the shield to the government thinking, believing, it was the right choice. With Steve gone, the world lacked a Captain. But Sam thought giving the shield a place to be seen, admired even, would make the world realize that Captain America was more than a person, it was all the good actions Steve did and all the people he had saved.

Sam did not want to become Captain America. He wasn't an idiot, of course he considered the idea for like... A good minute. However, he soon realized he could never fill in those shoes. So, naturally, he did what he thought was best.

The day when John Walker appeared on TV saying that he was the new Captain America was not a good day.

Steve didn't chose John Walker. He didn't put his trust on him. Hell, he didn't even know him. How could someone give the shield to a random person? You remember entering the room where Sam was, glad that he was back from his latest mission, seeing his tortured face, tears begging to be shed, and his fists closed.

You looked at the TV and you knew. You knew that the man in front of you had been shattered to the core.

“Sam…”

“They gave it to a stranger. They gave the shield to a fucking stranger” he said, his voice breaking at the end.

You didn't know what to do. Of course, Steve was a friend, and a very dear one. And although you didn't share the connection that Sam and Bucky had with him, you knew how important Steve had been for the two of them. You didn't know how to comfort him. You just closed the distance that separated you both and wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could. He hugged you quickly, and walked out of the room.

Since then, everything has been different.

Sam and you weren't exactly dating, but you both knew that there were feelings there. Hanging above your heads every time one of you entered the room, like some kind of magic, comforting and warm aura. After the new Captain America appeared, you both grew apart. He was working by his own, with Bucky, trying to find more about this new terrorist group. You were assigned other missions, and the space between the both of you, only got bigger. You were part of the Avengers, having trained half your life to become a police officer until you were recruited by SHIELD, once they found out about your interesting abilities. You had clairvoyance powers. These powers allowed you to know what happened in the past when touching certain objects or being in a room.

Recently, you had developed a new power: you could track your friends or family in any part of the world and know everything that was happening to them at that moment. Of course SHIELD had to recruit you, these were important abilities that one would want to have with them, and not against them.

It was like this that you found out that Sam had been arrested. Even before the phone rang, and the agency told you, you knew. You saw how he was stopped by the police just because of the color of his skin. It took you seconds to call SHIELD and ask for a drive.

And that's how you get there, just in time to see Sam walking out the station.

“Sam!”, you call.

He lifts his head and sees you. He isn’t really surprised to see you there. It was just a matter of time until you found out. He knows you always keep your “mental eyes” on him, as he calls them.

“You didn't need to come all the way here, birdie”, he says, getting closer to you, followed by a grumpy and sad supersoldier.

“Hey, Buck”

He just nods. You hug him, leaving the Sergeant a bit shocked. But he hugs you back in an instant, a sigh of relief escaping from his lips. Bucky Barnes sometimes needed physical touch rather than words. He craved it. Your clairvoyance powers allowed you to know everything that had passed in his life. You found out, thanks to him, that your powers not only allowed you to “read” objects and see their past stories. You could also read people's past. For Bucky, having someone that knew all his story without having to say out loud, was a relief. Soon enough, both of you became inseparable friends. He knew about your secret-not-so-secret crush on Sam. And even though he declared that he didn't understand how you could like him, he supported it. Bucky knew that Sam was a good guy, and he wouldn't allow anyone other than him to be your partner.

"They aren't worthy, sweetheart"

That's what he always says.

"Thanks for coming. They were literally assholes"

"Yeah... I saw everything, guys." You turn to Sam, who is looking at the floor. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry. 'S not the first time and certainly, not the last time", he says, voice thick with pain.

You are about to say something else when the obnoxious sound of a siren fills the empty street. Your eyes search for the origin of the sound, seeing John Walker and his friend, Lemar Hoskins leaning over a car.

"Gentlemen. Oh, and lady", he smiles looking at you.

His smirk makes your stomach turn.

The three of you get close to him. Sam seems to have noticed your discomfort, because he stays by your side, his hand brushing slightly with yours, a reminder of his presence. You feel goosebumps, your skin reacting to the light contact that left your hand aching and burning with the need of holding Sam's hand between yours.

"I don't think we have been properly introduced, you must be Y/n L/n, right? I'm John Walker" he stretches his hand out to you.

Something inside tells you to stay away from him, even from his touch. But, you know how important are first impressions and connect your hand with his.

And man, was it a mistake.

You see something in him. Something evil. It is small, but it is growing. It is being feed by the rejection of the world, the feeling of failure, and the darkness that comes with a great power.

You can't see the future. That is what you always tell yourself. You couldn't see it. Maybe you didn't allow yourself to. And even though you can't see even a glimpse of John Walker's future, you know something for sure. He wasn't like Steve.

He wasn't a good guy.

You dropped his hand like it burns you. Bucky looking at you, his head tilted, a silent question in his eyes. You shake your head slightly. Now it is not the moment. Bucky nods and focuses again on Walker, not giving it more importance.

Sam, however, is watching you closely.

See, Sam always relied on your instincts. Whenever the both of you were introduced to a person, he watched your facial expressions, waiting for the judgement that sure would come once you had read them. Not that you showed your feelings that much, but Sam had spent a considerable amount of time looking at you, and he knew, just by a little flick of your nose, when someone wasn't trustworthy.

This time your nose didn't flick. But he saw the fear in your eyes and he knew.

While Walker was talking to the men and trying to make them work together, Sam subtly moved you so you were behind him. Sam didn't have a shield, but he would use his entire body to protect you if it came down to it.

Walker kept moving, so he could have his eyes on you. You noticed it, lewd thoughts flooding your mind. You grabbed Sam's hand, trying to stop the lustful thoughts of the Captain. Sam's blood boiled. He needed to get you out of there.

"Look, Walker's right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys have rules of engagement and all kind of authorizations you have to get. We're free against", he said, squeezing your hand and turning around to leave. "We're more flexible. So it wouldn't make sense for us to work with you".

The three of you moved a few steps, your mind relaxing already. Bucky came close to you, ready to ask if you were okay, but Walker had something more to say.

"A word of advice, then", he said, loud and clear for all to hear.

He looked directly at Sam, holding his gaze.

"Stay the hell out of my way"

Bucky wants to punch him in the face. You didn't need your powers to know that. Sam squeezes your hand again, turning you around to leave.

"Hey, babe, you can do better. Why don't you come to my team? We can have a really good time", he chuckled.

Sam turns before Bucky or you could stop him. He stands so close to Walker that their noses touch.

"Talk to her one more time and I swear to God not even the shield will protect you" he whispers, voice pregnant with hate.

Sam could accept Walker being the new Captain America. He could accept Walker having the shield. But he wasn't going to tolerate any disrespectful comment towards you. No one will touch his girl.

Wait, his girl?

"Sam, c'mon. Not here", Bucky says grabbing him by the shoulders and moving him back "You're lucky she's here. I would have punch you myself if she wasn't"

You grabb Sam by the arm, whispering to him.

"Please, let's get out of here"

He looks at you, seeing a slight flash of fear crossing your eyes. He has to get you home.

"Do you have your car, birdie?"

"Yeah, it's around the corner"

"Let's go"

Sam, Buck and you walk to your car. Bucky offers to drive, Sam sits next to him, and you are in the backseat, looking to the passing cars. You see his hand on your mind before you feel it on your skin, trying to reach any part of your body. He needs to have you close in any possible way. And so do you. He caresses your leg, giving squeezes from time to time until he sees you relax in the seat.

"Better?", asks while turning his head to look at you.

"Yeah, thank you, Sam". You give him a little smile, one that made Sam's chest tighten.

"Anything for my birdie"

Bucky looks at Sam, smiles to himself and keeps driving. His two friends were disgustingly in love, and unable to notice. Guess you weren't as good as reading people as you thought.

The drive home is silent, you eventually fall asleep under Sam's soft touch. When he notices that you have fallen asleep, he takes off his jacket and covers you with it.

"You're a simp, my friend", says Bucky in a low tone, not wanting to disturb your sleep.

"First of all, I don't know what you're talking about. And second, we're not even friends".

"Yeah, you can tell that to yourself if it helps you sleep at night"

Bucky takes a look at your sleeping figure, knowing that he is going to be dead once you wake up, but he has to make something and get the two of you together before it's too late.

"She loves you, you know", whispers Bucky, keeping his eyes straight on the road.

"Who, your mom?"

"I am already regretting this" says the Sergeant while rolling his eyes.

"Buck, I know you're both best friends but I don't think she feels something for me in that way." Sam's voice grows quieter while expressing his feelings out loud. Why would someone like you, someone as amazing, brilliant and talented, be interested in someone like him, who could only use a pair of metallic wings?

"You're made for each other, I swear. She cannot read you like the rest"

That makes Sam furrow his brows.

"What? Why?"

"Oh that is something that you have to ask her, bird boy"

The pair becomes quiet, being left with their own thoughts and a very confused Sam.

You don't wake up until Sam opens your door and carries you, princess style, inside the house. He lays you in his bed, the sofa being occupied by the moody super soldier. Not that he was going to let you sleep in the sofa, anyway. He takes your shoes and covers you with a blanket, knowing that you will wake up in a few hours. Always a light sleeper.

Sam goes to the kitchen, Bucky is nowhere to be seen, maybe taking a walk or going for a run to trick his body into sleep.

While Sam makes himself some coffee, he reflects on the words that his friend, scratch that, his companion, told him in the car. His little bird in love with him. Could that be possible? Certainly, it wasn't the first time he heard that, Steve told him the same years ago, when they were running from SHIELD, and from the Winter Soldier.

He knew that Bucky was full of bullshit, but he didn't lie when it came to you. You were like his little sister, and he would do anything to protect you and make you happy. And Sam thinks how ironic it is that the Sergeant has to deal with him just to make you happy.

He will absolutely use this in his advantage.

Sam lifts his head when he hears the soft tiptoe of someone walking down the stairs. He smiles even more when he sees your face, full of sleep, and the wrinkles of the pillow marked on your cheek.

"Birdie, you should be sleeping, it's late"

"You weren't there", you mumble walking close to him to hug him.

"Can't sleep without me now?", whispers Sam, moving some strands of hair out of your face.

"You're warm. And I like sleeping with you because my brain stops working"

That got Sam's attention.

"It... stops?"

"Yes, it's like... my brain is so focused on you that it stops reading the things in the room", you hug him harder.

"Why does your brain focus on me, sweetheart?"

That name makes you smile, and Sam has to control himself. God, he just wants to kiss you. Your brain seems to be asleep. Bucky once said that sometimes, when you aren't fully awake, you answer whatever question they throw at you. Sam feels bad, but also feels like this can't be a good moment to get some useful information. If you like him back, he would confess once you are fully awake. But, if you don't have those feelings for him and Bucky is just an asshole, then he will just suck it up, and keep going with his life. Right now, he just needs to know and solve the mystery.

"Because my heart is so loud that my head can't think"

Sam feels his heart beat so fast that it could explode. Bucky was right, for once, and you have feelings for him. Now, he has to think how to confess properly and make it special. Because you deserve it.

"Let's get you to sleep, birdie. I'll go with you this time"

You smile, opening your arms for Sam, eyes still close. "Carry me"

He carries you for the second time that night to the bedroom, but this time, he lays next to you, wrapping his arm around his little birdie.

"Good night, Sam. I love you", you say getting as close to him as you can.

Sam knows that he will have to tell you about this when you wake up. And he smiles at the thought of your mortified expression when learning that your sleepy-self make some advances in the relationship. But that, is something for tomorrow. Now, he is going to sleep knowing that you, the woman of his dreams, is in love with him.

"Night, birdie. I love you, too"

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Chapter 9: He's Back

Warning:

She was already tired of this room. It was no longer a new site. Alice lay face down on her bed as music played in the background. Someone named Katy Perry, she was quite entertaining.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes ma'am"

"where is everybody?"

"Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton are in the gym. Captain Rogers, Mr. Wilson, and Mr. Barnes went out for a jog. Ms. Maximoff and Vision are in the kitchen. Your Father and Dr. Banner are in the lab."

She had read every book, watched every movie, and listened to every song her father had given to her. Once again, Alice was left with nothing but herself and silence.

-

"so when are you going to unground her and let her leave her floor? It's been a month and a half. Human connection is very important for a developing child." Bruce said he had been pestering Tony about it for a while now.

"I visit her every day"

"she needs more human connect than just you, Tony"

"Pepper, she goes and visits her too. Yesterday they did some online shopping together"

"That was two days ago, Tony" Bruce sighed and pinched his nose this also meant he didn't visit Alice.

Bruce was really worried about this child. Communication and human connection were key things in a child's development, and Alice was already far behind. Also, keeping her inside all day was not a good thing either. It could even possibly weaken her immune system. Which was very bad.

"Sir, Director Fury is on the phone" Jarvis interrupted Bruce's train of thought

"tell him to go away" Jarvis put him through anyway.

"Stark, gather the team you're needed on the helicarrier. Now.... Loki's back."

And with that, he hung up. Immediately after Jarvis called and told everyone to suit up and meet at the quinjet.

"what's the situation," Natasha asked as everyone filled the jet gearing up. "Loki's back," Bruce said " Fury wants us up on the helicarrier now"

"FUCK" Tony screamed as he walked up the ramp. "what now," Bruce asked, clearly tired of Tony already.

"Alice, I can't leave her here. Last time he came he trashed this place and used it as a Throne." Tony didn't know what to do with her last time Loki just waltz in the tower and claimed it as he watched the city burn. What if he did that again and this time found Alice. He couldn't even finish that thought. "Jarvis please tell Alice to come here please" Tony sighed then walked back to the lab. Alice arrived on the launching pad to see everyone gearing up and getting ready to take off.

"mission?"

"yeah, Fury called us in," Clint said

"bye," Alice said waving slightly

"no, no, no, put this on" Tony tossed her a bulletproof vest and a bracelet" You're coming with us"

(y/n) was very confused her father's rules were very clear in the event of a mission she was supposed to stay at the tower and hunker down until someone returned for her but here he was telling her otherwise.

"this is a one time only thing. I can't leave you alone. Listen where we're going you will not talk, touch, listen or go near anyone. you do as I say when I say. Got it?"

"yes, sir. "

"Good, then put on the vest and bracelet and get in" Looking down at the vest in her arms and bracelet, (y/n) quickly put them on.

In the jet, she took a seat between Steve and Bucky who both checked and bucked her seat belt. (y/n) was eager to look at the window and see the city in the daylight but knew better than to disobey her father again. Steve noticed how eager she was and how she was trying to look out the window without getting out of her seat.

"don't worry you'll see something today. The helicarrier flies over the water. It looks so beautiful and the windows are so big you'll be able to watch the water shine."

If Alice wasn't excited before, she was now.

She looked so happy hearing about it, and that put a smile on Steve's face and everyone else listening. This was Alice's first outing since her arrival. This was her first outing since... ever. She was so excited.

"we have arrived," Jarvis said once they landed, he was the pilot after all. (y/n) was the first person out of her seat standing by the plane's doors waiting for her Father. She was so ready to see the helicarrier. "here. Keep your head down" Tony said as he put a hat on her head then took her hand. The team sort of made a perimeter around Alice as they walked so no one could see her.

"we could stick her in one of the recovery rooms while we talk to Fury" Clint suggested

"Where?" Clint, Bruce, and Tony took (y/n) to a room while the others went to Fury.

The room she was in was small a bathroom, a bed, and unfortunately no window so no view. Tony left her there and instructed her not to leave until he return. And that's what (y/n) did for about 30 minutes she did nothing but sit on the bed and look at the door. There was no view like Steve had promised.

(y/n) finally moved to go to the bathroom, and she returned to find a bandaged woman in the bed she was once sitting on moments ago. Not knowing what else to do, (y/n) left the room in search of her father rather than staying in a room with a strange woman.

-

"Thor"

"Tony"

"welcome back point-breaker" Tony greeted him as he entered the main deck

"It's been so long. I have much to share but first the important things" Thor said

"Yeah, why are we here? Someone said your brother is back... I thought he was died?" Clint said not sparing Thor's feelings

"No Clint My brother is very much a live" Thor pat him on the back making him stumble forward.

"and here on the helicarrier. Thor brought him" Fury said looking at Thor who jumped to Loki's defense.

"Loki is a different man now"

"not too long ago, he was brainwashing me and destroying cities" The bitterness and resentment were very loud and reasonable.

"Loki has truly changed his old ways are done, and he's here to show and prove that"

"how so," Natasha asked

"don't 'how so' get him the fuck off our planet"

"Tony" Natasha shushed him.

"Loki wants to prove he has changed by joining and helping the Avengers." Thor came quick to defend his brother and speak reason "Now friends, before you start protesting, listen. Loki's magic has been limited. He can make some illusions and conjure some things, that's all. All Father did this, as well as put several tracking spells on him. Loki is here to help and prove he has changed. Friends, I beg you, give him a chance."

All at one everyone looked at Thor and said

"NO"

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Sneak Peeks!!!!

I'm so sorry things haven't been coming out.

Here's some sneak peeks to help you through!

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CAUGHT IN A WEB ~ 11

You tried to remain calm as you sat across Director Fury in the conference room. His gaze was intense, even with one eye covered by an eye patch. He was clearly studying you, reading you like an easy book. You nervously moved in your seat, trying to remain as calm as possible, though your heart was beating out of your chest.

“So, Miss L/N,” Fury finally broke the silence, “how did you get these abilities?”

You swallowed nervously as you silently wished that Tony was allowed to be in here with you.

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE ~ 17

Small talk was exhausting. Thankfully Steve did most of the work for you and kept an arm around you to keep you comfortable. After too long, you decided you needed a drink and to get off your feet for a second.

“I’ll be right back,” you whispered to Steve.

“Are you alright?” He quickly fretted.

“I’m fine. Just need a moment. I’ll be right back.”

“Are you sure? I can—“

“Steve,” you smiled. “I promise,” you placed a kiss on his cheek, “I won’t be long.”

HIS TURN ~ A THE BOND BETWEEN US ONE-SHOT

It had been a year now since you and Obi-Wan reunited and were married on Alderaan. A year of the two of you building a life together on Tatooine. The two of you had a finished home now, were dealing with the fact that you would never be able to bare children, and recovering from the damage down to you both with your years apart. At least, that’s what you believed. 

Unbeknownst to you, Obi-Wan wouldn’t sleep until you fell asleep. He was too scared that you would disappear if he closed his eyes. That reuniting with you was one long dream that he would soon wake up from. So, if he fell asleep, it was long after you were out.

When he did end up falling asleep, Obi-Wan often was plagued with the feeling of loneliness, sadness, and guilt that he lived with after you left him on Bail’s ship eleven years ago. Tonight was one of those nights that his mind was racing and wouldn’t allow him to sleep. Obi-Wan looked down at you, nestled into him. He kissed your head before carefully pulling himself away from you and out of bed. He quietly left the room and headed into the kitchen so that he wouldn’t wake you.

With a sigh, Obi-Wan sunk into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. His elbows rested on the table while his head found a home in his hands. Without warning, rough, deep sobs rippled through Obi-Wan.

A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT ~ PART 3

You knew that the Team had been pulled into a meeting. This was your chance to sneak away and see Bucky. You knew that Tony would be incredibly pissed at you, but you needed to see Bucky. It was harder to get down to the detention cells than you had originally thought, all due to your injuries. 

Walking as quickly as you could, you searched for the cell that Bucky was in. It broke your heart when you found him in the farthest cell away from the elevator and stairwell.

I'M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO ~ 160

Bucky shot up. He was sweating and breathing heavily, though he had nothing more than a thin blanket on him. The apartment was cold, same with the floor Bucky was sleeping on. His bed was too soft, same with the couch, so he made do on the living room floor in his tiny one-bedroom apartment. His shaking flesh hand came up to rake through his recently cut hair, trying to calm himself down.

The images though were just as vivid now as they had been in his dreams. Though it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory of him killing someone while he was the Winter Soldier.

ALONE ~ A NEW BUCKY BARNES ONE-SHOT

You couldn’t even remember how many times you had broken down in tears this week alone. Currently, you were sobbing in the shower so there was less chance of being caught. Not that anyone would catch you anyway, that was the main reason you were like this. 

It seemed like no one on the Team cared about you anymore. Not that you were that important anyway, you didn’t do the on-the-ground fighting. You just stayed back and ensured everything was okay over the comms.

When you first joined the Team, everyone was so caring and welcoming. You were invited to Team dinners and movie nights. You were also invited to Tony’s crazy parties and the gala’s they were often forced to attend. You were friends with everyone on the Team, but Bucky Barnes was the person you were closest with.

Bucky was already on the Team when you joined. He still hadn’t gotten used to being with “regular” society himself. The two of you were both shy and often found yourselves off to the side at events and Team dinners. That’s where the two of you found friendship with one another. The friendship expanded outside of Team dinners and events. You and Bucky would watch movies together, go to the store together, eat together, and just plain spend time together.

Yet, the past few weeks Bucky had seemingly been too busy for you. There was always an excuse as to why, a mission, therapy, Steve needed something, etc. He had always done his best to make time for you, but now it seemed like he was avoiding you. It didn’t help that you had started to catch feelings and were now questioning every one of your actions and his.

THE TEACHER ~ PART 5

The bell shrilled as the sound filled the room. The students clamored up excitedly.

“Okay, class,” you shouted over them, “have a great summer!”

A few of the students wished you luck and a good summer on their way out the door. Once everyone had cleared out, you began to clean up and pack up for the summer. You were facing away from the door so you failed to notice Tony walking it. You jumped slightly as his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into him.

“Hello,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to below your ear.

“Hey, Tony,” you smiled. You turned your head back and met his lips for a kiss. He kissed you long and hard. “Wow,” you breathed out when Tony finally let you have a moment to breathe. “I missed you too.”

“Only twenty days now until you’re Mrs. Stark,” Tony said with all the pride in the world.

LESSONS IN LOVE ~ 9

This series is now on hiatus due to the trauma that I continue to endure at work. I cannot promise when, or if, the series will ever be worked on again.

PART OF YOUR WORLD ~ 3

Currently on hiatus. I will probably start working on it again after watching the new live-action Little Mermaid.

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Cold Weather Masterlist

5 times Peter borrows Tony’s hoodie (ao3) - Dorthea G, 5k

Summary: “Kid, you can’t just keep something like that hidden” Tony straightens in his seat, “We need to know what is going on with you. Cho might be able to help, or I could make some tech or…”

“Tony, stop!” Peter says sternly “This… this thing, me. I’m not something that needs to be fixed”.

Tony stops, meeting Peter’s eyes with a sudden sense of hurt and pain. “I didn’t… of course you don’t need to be fixed Pete, I… you can’t live like this though”.

Or...

5 times Peter borrows Tony’s hoodie.

And you call me up again (just to break me like a promise) (ao3) - fresherthanamazonfresh sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Just a kinda sad sam/bucky fic where they both want each other but aren't ready yet. set sometime after The Falcon and The Winter Soldier season finale.

Below Freezing (ao3) - aftersoon (notboldly) rhodey/tony M, 11k

Summary: When Rhodey crash lands in the Himalayan wilderness, it tests more than just his survival skills.

Dirt Poor (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: Steve is sleeping on the couch in the cold and Bucky just wants him to be warm.

hit the defrost setting on my heart (ao3) - carelessannie bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: “Thank you, thank you sweet Omega— one more thing? Can I keep you warm tonight? Promise I’ll keep my hands above the waist, just gotta know you’re safe ‘n warm, Tony.” He sounds desperate and afraid even to his own ears, but his instincts are roaring to keep this sweet boy safe.

Or:

Bucky retreats into the Canadian wilderness to shift during the winters, and usually spends several months alone, undisturbed on his land. To say he isn’t expecting to find someone on his property is an understatement.

Malfunction (ao3) - cartersleia sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: The worst part was the vibranium of his arm felt as though it was sizzling with warmth. Just a few seconds in the sun and the arm felt like it was overheating, in a way that it never had before.

The arm's excessive heat was making his entire body hotter, and by the time he and Sam returned to their motel room, he felt as though he was covered in sweat.

OR: Bucky's arm is making adapting to extreme temperatures incredibly difficult.

Out of the Cold (ao3) -Sholio steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Just a bit of pointless fluff -- my version of the "Steve and Bucky can't get warm after 70 years frozen" fic trope. For my h/c bingo "abuse" square. (Aftermath of past abuse/trauma, not abuse occurring in the present day.)

roasting s'mores by the campfire (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky G, 714

Summary: Sam and Bucky are joining Clint and Kate on a camping trip. When Sam gets cold, Bucky lends him a sweater.

Sweater Weather (cause it's too cold) (ao3) - UnderwhelmingAlchemist sam/bucky G, 4k

Summary: Despite Delacroix having fairly mild winters, all things considered, living with Bucky highlights exactly how poorly he handles the cold. And of course Sam seeks to remedy this as soon as possible, wanting to make the lead-up to the holidays more manageable for him.

The Cold's Deceit (ao3) - seeingthoughtsthroughwords G, 3k

Summary: "I'm not worried about me," Tony snapped, looking at the rear mirror. He saw Peter slumbering with his small hand covering his mouth.

"I know you're worried about Pete," Pepper said slowly, and Tony gripped the wheel tightly. Of course he was worried about Peter. His kid was the most important thing in his life. He looked at the road in front of him. Snowflakes landed on his windshield with a small thump. So soft, yet so deadly.

Or...

They get stuck in a snowstorm.

warmth (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor bucky/clint/sam G, 1k

Summary: The power goes out at Avengers Tower during a crazy storm. Bucky and Clint complain, but there's cuddles eventually, so they can't really complain, can they?

warm you up (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor tony/sam G, 1k

Summary: Sam finally gets to leave the house after a miserable week-long heat, and doesn't think about wearing a jacket, which is how he finds himself being wrapped in some Alpha's arms.

Wrapped Tight (ao3) - chibimono steve/bucky G, 676

Summary: The cold air had set in a lot sooner than Bucky thought it would, with winter creeping up fast on mild autum days.

You know what, scratch heating blankets (ao3) - Lequia G, 6k

Summary: In which Peter Parker does something even he considers to be stupid, Tony Stark turns into a giant pillow, and Pepper Potts is, well, Pepper.

[vvolfstare]

anywhere else is hollow | stucky (cont. from this thread)

@vvhite-vvolf

tw: discussion of canon-typical triggers, some kisses and thots, but mostly cuddles and blanket fort fluff

The soft kisses made him hum happily and be glad that Steve loved these moments as much as he did. He would never be able to get enough of him, his touches and kisses. He almost wanted to pout when he pulled away, even though breakfast was waiting for them. Steve made it almost impossible not to give in to him at every turn, and he liked it that way.

Seeing that smile on his face and knowing he was responsible for putting it there always filled his chest with warmth and love. This was what it felt like to be so totally loved that everything else paled in comparison. When he was shifted, he settled comfortably between his legs and scooted down so his head rested on his chest. Being cuddled through a meal was a favorite thing for him, he could admit. Settling his plate, he ate with one hand, the other running an idle path along his thigh purely for the contact of it.

--

Steve could probably spend the rest of his life tucked into Bucky's pocket if that were socially acceptable. They already pushed the limits of codependency by living and working together, but after a century of longing, he wasn't going to apologize for it. His purpose now was to make sure his husband was as happy as possible, and they were happiest when they were together. Nobody else got an opinion on it.

He curled his free arm around his waist, pressing soft kisses into his hair. When it was just them, he liked cuddling through mealtimes too. It was relaxing and cozy, and the blanket fort just reinforced the impression. It felt like being tucked away into their own soft, fluffy world. While Steve's progress with cooking was halting, Bucky had started out good and only gotten better, and he gave a happy hum at the first bite.

--

These days, Bucky didn't really give a shit about what was socially acceptable and what wasn't when it came to his marriage. They'd spent the better part of a hundred years being forced apart in one way or another. Social convention could, quite bluntly, go fuck itself. Making Steve happy was the most important thing he did every day, and he knew that Steve thought the same thing when it came to him. What they had worked well for them, helped heal lifetimes of traumas, and just made them happy (disgustingly so).

Those soft kisses pulled a happy sound from him, his hand sliding up behind him to brush over the back of Steve's hair affectionately. He had hoped that Steve would like the blanket fort for that very reason: it was their own, all around soft little world that no one else could mess with. Hearing the happiness from him at the food made that warmth blossom in his chest again, satisfaction at taking care of Steve flaring. "There's even a snack stash in here," he admitted with a chuckle.

--

Disgustingly happy sounded like just the thing for them these days, and the rest of their lives if they could manage it. Coming off a lifetime of having to hide their feelings, Steve was pretty adamant about not putting either of them in that situation ever again. It made him happier than he could say to live in a world where he could hold hands with his husband in line for coffee or kiss him goodbye at work.

Steve liked everything that Bucky did. Literally, the man could do no wrong. He knew it was less about Bucky being perfect and more about Steve being sick in love with him. He knew he wasn't perfect; it was just that none of the flaws bothered him. Making a fort out of their living room was just flat-out adorable. "Of course there is," he chuckled softly, his gaze shifting around in a more assessing way to see if he could find it.

--

Bucky knew that they were both stupidly in love with one another. It didn't create blinders, not really. They both knew each other's faults and quirks as much as they knew each other's strengths. But after lifetimes of being kept apart, they didn't matter more than being able to finally be together and revel in it. If it made them happy, there'd really never be a protest, potentially not even questions if it really wasn't a bother.

He laughed softly when he could feel him looking around more seriously. "If you can find it, you get first snack and movie pick," he told him, a thread of mischief making its way into the soft happiness. Little things like this, soft and silly moments, were worth everything to him these days.

--

He hummed thoughtfully, always one to enjoy a challenge, even a small, silly one. "High stakes. I'll have to think about it. But I think the real prize is already in my arms," he murmured playfully, nuzzling gently at his neck. He put most of his attention on finishing up breakfast, but he was still assessing the options.

When they'd pushed aside their plates, he leaned back a little, tapping one of the throw pillows on the couch behind them. If memory served, they weren't exactly where they'd been this morning. He couldn't really turn off the tactical brain, even if the most difficult things it had to do lately were repair engines and locate snacks.

--

"The highest," he teased and tried not to turn to absolute mush (failed, but tried). He couldn't let himself vocalize it, or breakfast would never get finished and he knew it because it would be entirely his fault. It took far more focus than it should have to finish his food, honestly, but he didn't think a soul alive would blame him.

Laughing when he tapped the pillows, he reached over to move it again. A basket of snacks was tucked under it and partially into the cushions. It was the silliest use of training and skills ever, but he liked that about it. He turned to straddle his lap with a soft laugh, kissing him softly.

--

Steve wasn't fooled for a moment, with or without the commentary. They knew each other too well for that. He brushed a soft kiss against his neck and put his attention on finishing his breakfast before one or both of them got seriously off track. He wasn't even trying to derail him that time, and he sort of loved the way it happened when they were just being themselves.

There were few things he loved more than Bucky's laughter, bright and carefree like that. He knew his smile was the dopey lovesick one when he turned in his lap. He slid a hand over his thigh to tuck him in close, the other wrapping in a loose strand if his hair. "Thank you for breakfast, baby. It was perfect," he murmured, tipping his head into those soft kisses.

--

The look on his face when he settled properly over his lap made him glad he'd made that choice. It never failed to make him ridiculously happy to see that particular smile on his husband's face. Feeling his hand sliding along his thigh made him hum softly, the muscles bunching in response before he relaxed against him entirely. "You're welcome."

Running his hands over his chest, he slid them through his beard and into his hair. He was sorely tempted to distraction from the original plan, not that there was much of one, or that Steve was a distraction. Really, he was always his main focus and everything else was a temporary distraction from him. "You should pick your movie," he murmured against his lips, brushing over them softly one more time before forcing himself to sit back.

--

A soft shiver ran through him at the feeling of muscles bunching under his hand, and he squeezed gently. Bucky's body would never not take his breath away. He was all broad lines and corded muscle and frankly the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. As impossible as it seemed, he was even more beautiful on the inside. It was a devastating combination.

His arms wrapped around him when he relaxed against him, face snuggling into his hair. He was down for whatever Bucky had planned for the day, but the odds they'd keep their clothes on for all of it were practically nothing. He needed this too though, the softness and the cuddling and Bucky's body warm against his.

He tightened the arm around his waist so he wouldn't go far and reached for the remote with his other hand. He settled on an old black and white sci-fi one that they both liked, not in the mood for anything new to them or noisy when they were already so cozy. Wrapping that arm back around him, he tugged him gently back against him. He didn't care what they watched, as long as there was more of this.

--

Bucky wasn't sure he'd ever stop being amazed by the way Steve looked at him. He was the most beautiful person in his world, always had been. He'd been in love with him long before the serum had changed the body to match the heart. Being able to curl up against him, to be held and know he was safe, loved, and protected was the best thing.

He liked being cuddled, a supersoldier blanket and teddy bear all in one. Their hands would eventually wander, that love needing a different outlet eventually, but for now this was perfect. They needed this in equal measure, the softness that they had managed to build into their lives.

He never would have shifted far, too happy right where he was and knowing he was more than welcome to stay. The choice of movie made him smile softly as he tucked his head against his shoulder. Wrapping his arms around him, his hands slid just under the back of his shirt to press against warm skin as their legs tangled together. He could stay exactly like that for hours and be completely happy.

--

Steve had always been looking at him that way. It was just that he was allowed to wear it out in the open now. He looked at Bucky like he was the center of the world, and he was. Steve's world. He never wanted cause to hide that again. He knew Bucky of all people didn't care about the aesthetics. Now that he knew what that expression meant, he knew Buck had always looked at him the same way, before or after the serum. The way he treated him had never changed.

He knew exactly how much Bucky loved cuddles and hair pets and all that soft affection, and Steve needed him close just as much. It was a constant physical reminder that they were both safe and happy and cared for. He smiled as Bucky sank against him, their legs twining together. He pressed soft kisses to his hair, fingers running a slow path through it.

--

There was never going to be anything better or more important in his world than Steve. They never had to hide the way they felt again and that was a gift all their own. Even if they were no longer in Sallow Hills, it wouldn't matter. He was glad that Steve knew he'd always looked at him the same way, that he'd always just stayed Steve to him and always would.

He remembered the days and months and years of skittishness, of that inability to touch or be touched. Being able to do this now felt like nothing short of a miracle. He was still careful with touching other people, but with his chosen family, he was much more free. A soft, content hum escaped him and he cuddled down into him.

--

Sallow Hills happened to be the place where they made their confessions. Steve would always be grateful for that, and for the family, and for giving them a space where they could just be Steve and Bucky. It wasn't the reason they were together. Whatever happened next, they took this with them. He was never going back on it. That was one of the benefits of being married. He got to keep Bucky forever, whether they ended up back in their own world or not.

He'd noticed the way Bucky kept his distance from most people, and it had never bothered him. He'd more than earned the right to be nervous, and Steve wasn't that big on physical contact with others himself. He was just glad he felt safe enough with him to do this, to let himself be held and cared for. The relaxed lines of his body and the soft, content hum told him all he needed to know. "Love of my life," he murmured into his hair, keeping up the soft pets.

--

Times like these were among his favorite, where everything was soft and quiet and there was no world beyond the two of them. It had always been easy for them to make a bubble of a world all their own, even before they admitted they loved each other. Nights on Brooklyn fire escapes, early mornings in Army camps, all of their little projects on the house. Each one a bubble, a happy memory.

Bucky trusted Steve with everything, every part of who he was. He would protect every bit of softness and keep it only for his family, and he knew that it was okay for him to do it. Slowly, he tipped his head to brush his lips along his jaw. "Love of mine," he said softly against his skin, shifting up a little higher on him.

--

Bucky had almost literally created their own quiet bubble-world for them with the blanket fort. He liked it more the longer they stayed there, tucked away with soft blankets and soft lighting and his favorite person. Steve wasn't sure he could be persuaded to leave today, and tomorrow wasn't looking good either. He wanted to stay hidden away with him for a little while longer.

Even though he trusted that Bucky loved him by now, his breath still hitched softly at the words. He would never understand how it could be true that the person he loved most loved him like that. His fingers ran gently through his hair, his arm re-tightening around him as he shifted higher. "How'd I get so lucky?" he murmured, lips brushing against his hair.

--

There was nothing saying they had to get rid of their little bubble-world any time soon if they didn't want to. There was something to be said for the soft silence of it, literally wrapped in all things comforting and soft for them to escape in. If they decided not to fully budge from it for a few days, they could do that. Bucky would always be happier hidden away with Steve where nothing in the world could touch them that they didn't explicitly invite.

As much as he loved knowing that he was responsible for making Steve's breath hitch, he hated that he still occasionally struggled with how it could be true. Bucky had loved Steve for most of his life and couldn't imagine it any other way. "You got your ass kicked in an alley in the 1920s, baby," he teased quietly, "The rest is, quite literally, history."

--

It was a new thing for both of them, having the freedom to just decide how they spent their days. Work at the garage was adequate to keep them comfortable without taking over their lives, and aside from a handful of friends and family, they had no other commitments in town. They might technically be trapped here, but it was more freedom than they'd had in a long time.

It was still hard for him to imagine Bucky loving him back for all that time. Hell, he'd have trouble imaging it now if he wasn't right there reminding him day after day. He laughed softly, sliding a hand against the warm skin of his back beneath his shirt. "Good thing you've got a bit of a hero complex," he teased back, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his jaw. Bucky had always been the hero of his stories.

--

Most of the time, Bucky didn't even feel like they were trapped here. They had a wonderful life and everything they'd ever really wanted right in Sallow Hills: a life with each other. Bucky knew that Steve missed a few people, especially Sam and Natasha, and having them here would be about the only thing that he would change. Getting to just live was something special, he thought.

He would have to be dead twice over to not love Steve. All of the best parts of life were with him. His breath hitched lightly at that soft brush of his hand, always affected by him even in their softest moments. "Someone had to back you up, baby," he murmured softly, tipping his head into that kiss with a soft, fond smile.

--

Steve knew he could happily settle down with Bucky in Sallow Hills for the rest of their lives. He wasn't going to waste any more time with him regretting what they couldn't have. It was easier knowing he'd already walked away from life as he knew it before he'd ever set foot in Sallow Hills. Either way, Captain America was over, and he had to figure out what was next. He'd never imagined it would be this sweet.

His hand drifted slow and soothing, and he kept the soft kisses against his skin. likewise. He was enjoying their relaxed little bubble too much to try to wind him up right now, although knowing them, it would happen eventually. "I don't remember anyone else volunteering for the job," he murmured, not the least bit sorry about it. It had been the two of them against the world for so long.

--

Bucky liked the idea of a life where they didn't have to be Captain America or the Winter Soldier. No one cared about those heroes here, no one needed them here. They could just be the Rogers, and figure out exactly what that came with. So far, he liked the picture they were building together and couldn't wait to see how it grew.

Relaxing under those soft touches and kisses, he simply sank against him. He never minded when the tone changed and the heat took over, but there was joy and love in the softness too that they both appreciated. "I think you'd'a punched anyone else that tried, punk," he murmured playfully. He'd never change it for the world, loving how it had been the two of them.

--

Steve never thought he'd be so glad not to be needed by anyone but his family. All he'd wanted when the war started was to be useful, to help the way everyone else was helping. He'd never imagined that even once the war ended, he wouldn't leave it. He'd never meant to stay in it forever. Apparently, it took getting trapped in a small, weird town to force him to retire.

Bucky feeling comfortable enough to just melt against him was one of his favorite things. His fingers traced a slow, soothing path along his spine. "You saying I was sweet on you even back then?" His tone was teasing, but it was the goddamn truth, and Bucky probably knew it. Steve could barely remember a time he hadn't been in love with his best friend.

--

Bucky knew that Steve had never been good at being idle, at being adrift. The fight had given him something of a purpose, he supposed, but it took other parts away. If a small, weird town was what it took, he would always be grateful to it.

Slow heat trailed with his fingers, but nothing that was insistent on being chased, just enough to drift on. "I'm saying you never let people help you back then," he pointed out with a little teasing laughter in his voice. "Were you sweet on me back then?" The question was sweetly curious as he tipped his head to look at him properly.

--

There were all kinds of ways to find purpose, and Steve understood that better now. He'd done the important things, fought the fights he could fight, saved the lives he could save, and now he was focused on his and Bucky's lives. Making a home together, building their relationships with the kids, and making his husband happy were purpose enough for him. He was even learning to enjoy the idleness when it looked like this.

He chuckled softly, unable to deny the point. He struggled with letting people help him now, and he'd been even worse back then. "No question, baby," he murmured, thumb brushing over his cheekbone, his gaze filled with a century of love. "I don't really remember a time I didn't love you. You were the hero in my stories from the day we met." It wasn't hard to see why, Bucky pulling his ass out of the fire from day one and brightening each one after that. All of Steve's best memories were with him.

--

Steve was slowly getting better at letting people help him. It got better as their relationships with other people did, and his favorite to watch was the kids. They were building a life that allowed for that, for the softness that they had never been allowed before. He liked their idle times more and more, especially as they came in the form of times like this.

The look on his face made his heart stutter and his breath catch. It didn't matter how often he looked at him that way, he didn't think it would ever stop affecting him that way. His fingers slid to wrap gently around his wrist, turning his face to press a kiss to his palm. "I love you, Steve. Always have." He had never thought of himself as a hero, but he knew he'd always protect Steve. It was one thing that had never and would never change.

--

Steve had always wanted to look at him like that. Being able to let everything he felt for Bucky show on his face, and knowing that he saw it and understood, was just one more perfect piece of their life together now. He'd hidden it for so long, and having no secrets between them now was like being able to breathe easily for the first time in his life.

"Always have," he agreed softly, running his fingers through the soft strands of his hair. He knew Bucky didn't agree, and that was fine. There were still things they were working through, and there probably always would be. Trauma was persistent like that. There were so many more good days than bad ones though, and the bad ones were fewer all the time.

"Ever think we'd be married with kids within a year?" he chuckled, thinking back to Bucky first arriving in Sallow Hills. It seemed like forever and like yesterday. Steve had never once imagined his life being this good. Rey wanting to take their name had hit him hard. He'd already thought of her as a daughter, but seeing it on paper, hearing her introduce herself that way, it felt even more real. His heart could hardly take it.

--

For the first time, it felt like he was exactly who he was supposed to be. Sure, trauma and history had shaped him, but in their life together, it didn't have a place and it didn't define him. They were finding the best versions of themselves and doing it together. There was very little that could be better than that.

A soft, happy sound escaped him and he tipped his head further into his hand. Working through their traumas together was always going to be worth their life they were building. Healing wasn't linear, and often it was murky and hard, and he knew that it was never-ending. They'd been through too much to believe otherwise.

Soft laughter escaped him and he shook his head, "Never. And especially not adult kids." Though kid kids were more terrifying to consider, he would admit. The idea was nice, in theory, but there was still a lot more healing needed for that. "I love our kids," he admitted. Having seen Rey's name on paper had felt like the best kind of gut punch.

--

It was the first time he could remember since coming out of the ice that Steve didn't feel the past weighing heavily on his shoulders. They would always have a history, and it made their love that much deeper, but he didn't feel the need to drag it around with him anymore. His thoughts were far more often on the present now, on the life they were building together and the little day to day joys of being with his family.

His hand slid through his hair, always happy to give him all the pets he wanted. "Do you think about having little kids?" It wasn't a thing Steve had thought about in a lot of depth, at least not for himself, but it had crossed his mind from time to time, usually when he was watching Bucky with the Space Kids or feeding the strays. He wasn't an idiot, and he could see that softness growing in him day by day. If Bucky didn't want them now, Steve thought he would eventually.

"Me too," he said, soft and happy. He didn't hesitate over the words my daughter anymore, or trouble himself to explain the found family aspect of it. Rey had chosen them, and they'd chosen her back, and that was all there was to it in his mind. It didn't matter if they hadn't raised her. They were there to fill that role now, for her and Finn both.

--

He was more than happy to sink into all of the soft affection and the pets that he was offered. The question made him go still, carefully so, but it lacked the edge that came with the need to flee. They had always been good at knowing what the other was thinking, but he'd never expected Steve to actually ask him that particular question. He swallowed lightly and relaxed against him again.

"Sometimes," he admitted quietly, "It felt impossible for the longest time, but..." He trailed off and rolled a single shoulder in a shrug. He'd started letting himself think about what their kids would be like if they brought in someone younger for them all to love and take care of. "You're already a good dad." An amazing one, really, and seeing him that way never failed to make him soft.

He brushed his hand along his side in understanding, a small smile on his face. He loved listening to Steve talk about Rey, telling anyone about her. She was his, full stop, and neither of them felt the need to explain that she wasn't theirs biologically or through raising. Same went for Finn, who was no less theirs than Rey.

--

It was impossible to miss that sudden stillness, and his hand slid warm and soothing over his back, letting him know that it was safe. Any answer was okay with him, and he wouldn't have asked if he wasn't ready to hear it. That was how Steve felt these days, that everything between them was safe, no topic frightening because he trusted they'd always come together over anything.

"It felt impossible to me too," he murmured, tipping his head to press a kiss to his shoulder. Steve wasn't sure he'd ever thought seriously about being married or having a family. It was just what people did back then, assuming he lived that long. They had room to make those choices now, whatever ones they thought were best for them, and all the time they wanted to think about them.

"I'm alright. You've got the real knack for it," he chuckled softly. Part of his hangup with the Space Kids had been that they were, in fact, fully grown adults. It had taken time for him to realize that didn't really change the nature of the relationship. They'd still chosen him and Bucky as their parents, and that was that. It was highly unlikely he'd have been able to hold back from an actual kid. Steve was nowhere near that hard-hearted, and kids were easy to love.

--

He knew that he could say anything that was the truth and Steve would be okay with it. They were safe with each other, safer than they had ever been, to match that ridiculous happiness. They'd fight at each others' sides, if they had to fight again, but he couldn't imagine a thing that would make them fight each other.

"Do you want them?" The question was soft, a little unsure, even as he knew it didn't make or break a single thing about their relationship. It wasn't a life either of them had considered in a very long time, if ever. Their lives now allowed for things like that, like the choice of actual children if they wanted them, just like it allowed for them to be married, or have their name taken by adults who loved them like parents.

He laughed quietly and shook his head at him in amusement. "I don't know about that." He had been lucky, finding the ways he could connect with their Space Kids that drew them close. He wouldn't have tried if it hadn't been for Steve.

--

Steve would always fight for the right cause, but he'd learned there was so much more to life than that. It was a different kind of fighting now, learning to make space for himself and Bucky and their family against the other things that demanded their time and attention. It wasn't that hard in Sallow Hills, where the catastrophes were all relatively small scale, but he worried occasionally about how it would translate in the outside world if they ever left.

His hands stayed soft and reassuring on him. He never wanted to give Bucky a reason to be uncertain of him, and he wouldn't have asked the question if he couldn't stand to answer it himself. "Not right now. I'm selfish, and I want more time with just you. But maybe. Eventually." Even a maybe was a big deal when he thought he'd given up on that kind of life forever. He tipped his head, nibbling gently at the corner of his jaw and kissing over it to soothe the spot. "You make me feel like everything is possible," he murmured.

--

He didn't spend a whole lot of time thinking about what life would be like if they left Sallow Hills. Bucky was at the point where he didn't want to if he didn't have to, even if they could. He was tired of starting over, and for the first time, his life was built entirely by his choice. It had been his choice to come looking for Steve. He'd told him he loved him, married him, built a family. The world at large and its catastrophes could, quite frankly, go fuck itself.

A soft laugh escaped him and he couldn't help but agree. "Oh no, trust me. Not right now. I like having years of just us." He didn't want to share, not yet, not while everything still had moments it felt impossible and like a dream. He was happy with the future possible maybe because that was a thing for later them.

His breath hitched at the press of teeth and lips, his hands tightening gently where he was holding him. "Baby, we've managed to find each other time and time again for a century. I think it is," he said softly, tipping his head to catch his lips in a soft kiss.

--

Steve felt guilty occasionally that he didn't think more about his friends outside the barrier, but the truth was that he couldn't do anything about it even if he did. His life was here now, his husband, their family, their friends. He'd like to check in with Sam and Natasha, but given the option, he knew he wouldn't leave unless they were all going together. He'd love to be able to show the Space Kids around New York City someday, but it was just a pleasant fantasy. The reality was here in his arms, and it mattered more than any of that.

"Glad you're not sick of me yet." He smiled, pressing soft kisses into his hair. It made him feel less selfish that Bucky wanted more of just the two of them too--one of the benefits of adopting children who were already adults. They'd been apart for so long, and he wasn't ready to share him that much just yet. "It is," he whispered, tipping his forehead to his, his fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed him softly. "We'll always find each other, Buck. On any planet. In every universe."

--

He wished there was a way to give them all of it, to keep the life they'd built here while allowing Steve to have access to Sam and Natasha. But he was selfish enough to keep their life that he was content to not even try. Humming softly at the kisses, he snuggled close. "I never could be," he murmured softly. In no world, no universe, could he ever be sick of Steve.

They hadn't had near enough time together to just be them, to build that happy, solid foundation so deep that it was immovable. Their foundation would always be strong and unshakeable, but he wanted this for them after so long of not getting it. He pushed up lightly into that kiss, sinking into it and the love in it. "Always," he promised, because he couldn't imagine letting it be any other way.

--

Steve loved Sam and Nat. He hoped wherever they were, they were safe and happy, but he also knew they didn't need him for that. If it came down to a choice between his old life or this one, there was no choice. He'd always chosen Bucky over everything. He would never leave him, and he'd never abandon their kids. Really, it was best if everyone just stayed here in weirdo Wales because the alternative was to figure out space travel and search the galaxy for them if they all got scattered again.

"That would have happened a long time ago if it was going to." He pressed a smile into his hair. Why Bucky had decided to put up with him back then and continued to do so for a century, he'd never understand, but he was glad he did. He knew that as long as they lived, he would always want more time with Bucky. The years apart put a sharper edge on it, but it would have been true no matter what. He lingered on those soft, sweet kisses, always happy for an excuse to hold him and kiss him, a seal on the promise they'd made before they ever put words to it.

--

If anyone could figure out space travel through sheer stubbornness, luck, and a teensy bit of skill, it would be the Rogers men. If they lost their kids to the depths of space, to them being sent back to their home, nothing would stop them. In theory, they had very long lives ahead of them to look as it was.

"Exactly, baby," he agreed with an easy, softly happy smile. There was no one else quite so worth it to him, to stand by through hell and worse. He loved feeling the warmth and love bubbling up in his chest as they kissed, knowing how hard won these moments were. His hands slid along his sides and he nibbled playfully on his bottom lip. "You make me happy."

--

Steve had never thought much about space travel even after he met people from other planets. Science fiction was much more Bucky's territory. But there were few lengths he wouldn't go to for his family, and he could easily picture traveling galaxies with Bucky to try to find the people they loved. Fortunately, they had some very smart and magical friends who could probably help.

He didn't think he'd ever be able to take a single moment with Bucky for granted. Each one felt like an impossibly lovely gift, even after a year together. He didn't see that ever fading, not after how long they'd waited for each other or how deep those feelings went. He arched gently under those hands, his smile widening bright and happy. "You make me happy. Nice how that works out."

--

There were still moments where he could hardly believe this was how his life had turned out. A year before, if you had told him he'd marry the person he loved, he'd have laughed and said impossible. He'd been silent a hundred years, he would have done it a hundred more, longer even, just to stay in his orbit.

The sight of that smile was worth everything that happened, so brilliantly happy. It made his heart stutter and his throat tighten to know he made him look that way. "Jesus, Steve, you're beautiful," the whisper was awestruck and dopey with love in reaction.

--

Steve had never in his life been more grateful that Bucky had a temper to rival his own. If he hadn't snapped that day in the kitchen, they might have gone on being silent and stupid for the rest of their lives, and this? This wasn't something Steve ever wanted to miss. He'd never had anything so good before and knew nothing else would ever compare to it.

That absolutely gobsmacked expression made his chest tight and his heart stutter. He looked the way Steve felt sometimes, like he flat out couldn't believe this could belong to him. His own face softened at the words, and he raised his hands to cup that beloved face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. "You are. The best damn thing I've ever seen, always. God, I love you, Buck."

--

The world at large wouldn't have believed that Bucky's temper could outweigh Steve's once it was set off. Thank God for it. That first kiss, in pure temper and love, echoed in his mind all the time and he wouldn't change it for the world.

His hands tightened gently around his ridiculously small waist as his face tipped into that gentle hold. He swallowed lightly, drowning in love in the best way. "Line's never gonna end," he murmured softly as he tipped his head to kiss him again. "I love you," he murmured before sliding them into an unhurried, deep kiss.

--

He loved that look on his face, absolutely wrecked with love, and knew it was mirrored in his own expression. "There's no end to our story," he agreed softly, pressing into those sweet kisses. They'd always promised 'til the end of the line, but Steve didn't believe there was an ending anymore. This love had lasted a century. Death couldn't touch it. If there was an afterlife, it would survive there too.

He made a soft sound as he deepened the kiss, hands sliding into his hair. He wanted nothing more than to sink into him and those kisses, the movie and the outside world forgotten, and it was a bright flare of happiness that there was no reason they couldn't, the world finally stepping aside and giving them the time they wanted together.

--

There was nothing he believed could keep them apart now. Ice and war and magic and everything in between hadn't managed it. Books had all the stories of the greatest loves of all time. He was lucky. He didn't have to read it in a book. He was living in one.

A soft groan escaped him into their kiss when Steve's hands slid into his hair. He was content to forget about everything else. They were allowed to do that now, to just focus on each other and what they wanted. Pulling back just a bit from the kiss, his hands wrapped around his hips and tugged him so they were laying down entirely. "So sweet for me," he murmured softly before kissing him again.

--

Bucky had always been the love of his life, even when he thought it would never happen. Without meaning to, he held everyone up to his standard. It was no surprise that no one else had ever come close. Steve knew he wasn't a perfect person, no one was, but he was perfect for him. They finally lived in a place where people appreciated Bucky for exactly who he was.

His heart sped at that soft groan, and as always, he wanted to hold him closer when they couldn't get any closer. He huffed a quiet laugh, letting himself be tugged down, and twined their legs together, his hand running soft through his hair. "Pretty sure you're the sweetest Rogers," he murmured, unable to resist chasing his lips for more.

--

Even now, being as accepted as he was, he knew that the only person he needed to accept and appreciate him was Steve. He showed him that in the way he loved him every single day they had together. It was hard for anyone to ever come close to Steve in his mind when he'd held that spot for a century.

He loved being able to make Steve laugh and smile the way he did. Every one still felt like a victory. He liked the way they automatically wrapped together, always wanting to be close. A soft laugh escaped him and he happily met that chase with another kiss, slower and deeper this time just because he could.

[cjsinkythoughts]

Right From Left

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3085

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo being a punk, Bucky getting a little scary, some feelings, Sam being his fantastic, amazing, caring for everyone self

A/N: Here it is! At long last! I’ve been waiting for this episode and it was…holy fuck. I barely have words. And I can’t start or else I’ll be ranting for pages. Anyways, I know this Part is a little on the shorter side - not by much, but it still is - and it doesn’t even cover half the episode, but I’ve had a long day and I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep. I wanted to stop before Walker entered the picture too, because then I’m just gonna get more riled up and I’m working later. I’ll probably have another part out today, and then I’ll finish it tomorrow. Unless I can finish it today. I’ll try, but no promises.

Feel free to rant to me about the episode or the show, too, guys! My friends and I have been going back and forth about it for the past few hours. I’d love to hear your thoughts! I think that’s all for now.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS BELOW CUT!

You were avoiding him.

When you first got to Latvia, he had pulled you aside, eyes wide and pleading. “Doll, listen-”

“I really don’t think right now is the time to have the discussion we’re about to have.” Shaking your head, you avoided his gaze, your stomach twisting into knots. It was too much for you to handle; you couldn’t focus on the mission at hand and try to unravel the emotions that were making your gut flip like a gymnast. There were too many thoughts in your head, and you needed a clear mind.

“But-”

“Once this is all done, and our lives aren’t in danger. Once we’re back home, then we can talk, okay? Just…please. Not here. Not now.”

And he dropped it. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. You just couldn’t. You had always been a ‘leave your baggage at the door’ type of person. Don’t mix work with personal. Not like you had much “personal” anyways when you first decided that was how it should be. And then your coworkers became family and your motto got a lot harder to follow. But you still followed it. And you would continue to follow it.

But that made you start avoiding him. Whether you meant to or not, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Sam shot you a look when you didn’t offer to go with Bucky when he had to check something out. Zemo raised an eyebrow when he came back and, instead of immediately questioning him, you sat still on the couch, eyes glancing up briefly, before going back to playing with the strings of your hoodie.

You were paying attention to their conversation, especially when Karli Morgenthau was brought up, you just didn’t join in. Not even when Zemo mentioned the Avengers, eyeing you to see your reaction.

Honestly, you were tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your shoulder hurt, your brain couldn’t process what the guys were talking about, and your heart couldn’t take any more hits.

It was something you’d been thinking about…you just thought it’d come after this mission.

“She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her…or she kills you.”

“Maybe you’re wrong Zemo. The Serum never corrupted Steve.”

For the first time since he first walked in, your eyes met Bucky’s. “Touche.” Zemo pointed at Bucky with a pastry around his finger. “But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?”

But you couldn’t wait until after this mission. Not when he was so connected to it. “I think I’m gonna go home.” You blurted out before Zemo and Bucky could argue further, Bucky slumping down onto the opposite side of the couch.

The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Bucky shot up, staring at you in disbelief.

“Wait, hold up. What? Now? We’re so close-”

“Why? Is it your arm? Is it hurting? You should’ve told us-”

“I’m just tired.” You cut in, shaking your head. “That’s all. I didn’t expect this to be drawn out this long when you called, Sammy.”

Bucky’s hand twitched as he hesitatingly scooted closer to you. “Doll, if this is because what happened on the jet-”

“It’s not, Buck.” You tried to give him a convincing smile, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t buy it for one second. You reached over to squeeze his hand, and when you pulled back, he held on tighter, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared down at your linked hands.

“Okay…if you wanna go home, we can get you home. Just…” His head turned back to you, a pleading pout on his features. “Just…stay. Another day. Please. You can keep avoiding me, I won’t even say another word to you if you don’t want. But stay. Just for one more day.”

Chewing on your cheek, you finally nodded slightly. “Okay. One more day.”

His eyes lit up, before his face fell again when you took your hand back and curled into the corner of the couch. “Let’s talk shop, boys.”

“Okay. So, from my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam easily changed the topic back to the situation at hand, giving you a reassuring wink when you smiled at him gratefully. “So when I was a kid, my Tee Tee passed away.”

Bucky screwed his face up in confusion, straightening his head from where he had it leaned back. “Your - your Tee Tee?”

Sam gave him a look. “Yeah. My-my Tee Tee, yeah.”

Bucky looked at him weirdly. “Who is your Tee Tee?”

The exchange made you giggle a little bit, shaking your head. “Bucky’s a city boy from the 40’s, remember, Sammy?”

“Fine.” Sam rolled his eyes. “When I was a kid my aunt passed away.”

Bucky gave a slight huff, making you chuckle again. You stopped when he smiled over at you, but your grin didn’t leave your face. Even when they were the ones to give you a headache, your fellas were damn entertaining, that’s for sure.

With a sort-of plan in place - the gathering for Donya being no more than a theory, but the only idea you really had - you stretched out from your spot on the couch, twisting to crack your back. “Zemo.” The man stopped his rummaging through the cabinets and looked over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “Go put some clothes on. We’ve got work to do.”

He gave you an unimpressed look, opening his mouth, but Sam beat him to the punch. “Do as the lady says, man. You’re already walking on a tightrope after you shot Nagel!” Zemo waved dismissively at Sam’s exclamation, heading into a separate room to change out of his robe. “That guy is gonna drive me up the wall.”

“Don’t let him get to that pretty head of yours, Sammy.” You hummed, standing up, wincing slightly as you stretched your sore shoulder over your head.

You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way he snapped forwards, hands moving down his thigh like he was leaning over to reach for you, his eyes locked on your injured joint, but, just as he said earlier, he didn’t say a word. But the part that made you upset was…you didn’t stop him. You didn’t tell him it was okay for him to talk to you. You didn’t reassure him that you weren’t purposely trying to avoid him. You simply moved over to the kitchen to get something to drink.

It hurt worse than your shoulder, but you couldn’t handle it. Not then. Not with such an important part of the mission coming up. So you didn’t say anything. You just sipped your water, switching into tactic mode as your mind ran through the scenarios of what could possibly go down in the next 24 hours before you went home.

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Walking under the arch, you couldn’t help but feel saddened as Zemo told you about what the courtyard used to look like. Thanos messed the world up so much more than you realized and, as much as you hated to admit it, the Avengers did have a part in it. Not that they - you - were in the wrong, necessarily. You truly believed you did what anyone in that situation, with the skills and abilities and knowledge the team had, would do what you did. Or tried to do.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam stated, looking up at the upper stories of the building, before glancing at Bucky. “See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll come with you.” You said, turning on your heel to follow Sam. The back of Bucky’s gloved hand brushed against yours, and instinctually you turned your palm to link your fingers and squeezing. You let go quickly once you realized what you were doing, nearly tripping up the stairs to get to Sam, not daring to wait for Bucky’s reaction.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated simply as soon as you met him at the top of the stairs.

“Can we focus on finding Donya right now, please?” You grumbled, moving forwards cautiously, peeking around the corner. You frowned when you saw two guys at the end of the hallway, looking back at you and Sam warily.

“You need to hear what he has to say, cher.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I know I do. I know. But I can’t. Not right now. I’m just trying to get this over with first. I don’t want too many things on my plate. I might choke.” It already felt like you were drowning most nights.

He paused at your words, giving you a once over, before nodding. “Okay. I can respect that.”

“Thank you.” You told him earnestly. “Now let’s try to get something from these people.”

He nodded in agreement and you two continued forwards with your search. Room after room, people walked out before you could get anything from them, locking doors behind them. The Flag Smashers logo was everywhere, but you expected nothing less from a refugee camp that practically worshipped what they were doing.

Even when you did get a guy to talk to you, he immediately shut you down, leaving you and Sam dejected. The fact that the world had gotten so bad that these people couldn’t trust you and Sam - Avengers; people who used to be heroes and bring hope to others - it made your heart sink.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

“Are we wrong?”

He froze at your question, his lips pressing together. “About what, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I guess I can’t tell right from left anymore. I always assumed that the Avengers were the good guys. That the actions we’ve taken in the past were us making the world a better place, but…Sokovia and Ultron. Germany and the whole civil war thing we had going on. The entire world and Thanos. We don’t truly ever win. Do we?”

“I can’t answer that for you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t tell you what to believe or who to believe in. But I can tell you that we’ve made a difference. Steve, Nat, Tony…they made a difference.”

“But was it a good difference? Was it a change? There’s a difference between changing the world and just making it different, Sam.”

He blinked at you, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. And I don’t have that answer for you either. But they tried. They did what they thought was right. No matter if it was or not. And isn’t that all we can do? Try?”

His words made you think back to the conversation you had with Bucky once he learned about John Walker, which seemed so long ago. When you told him it wasn’t Sam’s fault. That he was just trying. That he did what he thought was right. 

And maybe he was wrong. But he made a decision. It was his decision. To do the right thing. And right then, not for the first time, you could see exactly what Steve saw in the man in front of you.

“You’re a good man, Sam.”

Sam grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. “And you’re an incredible person, Y/N. Let’s go see if Bucky and the Baron got anything.”

You snickered at his mocking tone towards Zemo and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

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You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So far, Zemo kept proving you wrong. Even when it seemed like he was about to jump ship, he came back. No matter how many opportunities he had to escape, he never did. And it was making you even more suspicious.

You stayed out of Bucky and Sam’s conversation, although you had to agree with Sam’s point, especially with the conversation you just had.

Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, only to be interrupted by Zemo information about the funeral this afternoon. Guess a snake will always be a snake.

“And you, uh, didn’t think this was important information?” You questioned, eyes narrowed and brow pinched.

He shrugged. “You have it now, don’t you, princess?”

Bucky growled at the nickname, leaning back on the couch, threatening Zemo with the Dora Milaje.

You can’t remember a time you’ve ever been scared of Bucky. Maybe a little threatened and intimidated by the Winter Soldier, but never scared of Bucky. And when he stood up after Zemo mentioned leverage, you didn’t expect anything from it; maybe another choke hold or something. So the glass hitting the wall, the clench in his jaw as he spoke gruffly to the Baron, for a mere second, he kind of frightened you. Maybe it was all the emotions you’d been through the past few weeks or maybe it was the adrenaline that seemed to be pulsing through your veins 24/7 nowadays. Whatever it was, it made you flinch, bolting up as Sam did.

You left the room quickly, hearing Sam say something about making a call, hoping to calm your racing heart.

“Doll?” You sat up from the bed you were laying on, legs hanging off the edge. Bucky stood in the doorway, nervously shifting his feet. “I know I said I’d leave you alone, but…”

You gave the bed a pat next to you and he gladly accepted the invitation, padding over to sit besides you. “I don’t want you to leave me alone, Buck. You’re my best friend. I-I just need to take it one thing at a time right now.”

He nodded. “I get it. I wasn’t…I wasn’t coming in to talk to you about that. You said we’ll talk about it later, so we’ll talk about it later.”

“I appreciate that, Bucky.” You smiled at him, before frowning. “What did you wanna talk about then? Are you okay?”

“Did I…did I scare you?”

You blinked at his question, tilting your head. “What?”

Jerking his head to the doorway he explained, “just then. With Zemo. Your heart spiked.”

“No.” You answered immediately. You would never ever admit that he kind of did scare you. It was just for a second and you knew how his brain worked; he’d beat himself up over it, go over his actions for hours instead of getting the rest he so desperately needs and deserves. He didn’t need that on his conscience right now. “I wasn’t - I just…you startled me. I wasn’t expecting that reaction-”

“I didn’t like the way he talked to you.” He spat out, glaring at his hands in his lap. “And then the smug bastard thought he was gonna get away with holding back information like that and I just…I dunno.”

His hand came off his thigh, but he hesitated. Before he could put it down again, you slipped your hand under his, linking your fingers, running your thumb in circles against his palm. “Don’t let him get to you, Buck. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

A sigh left his lips and he nodded. “I know, I know. It’s just…hard. After everything he put me through - put us through - I…I just hate that he’s really our only option.”

You frowned, shifting on the bed to face him, one leg bending beneath you while the other still hung over. “Why are you so obsessed with catching these guys?”

“I wanna do something right.” He murmured, playing with your fingers. “I’ve done so much wrong…I just wanna do something right. And I feel...responsible for it, I guess. In a way. It’s Super Soldier Serum. I thought I was the only one after Steve…” He froze at the blonde’s mention, giving you a side-eyed glance. You nudged him, silently telling him to continue, that it was okay to talk about him. “And Sam’s right, you know. She’s just a kid. So…I dunno. I wanna help. I wanna do something right. And catching them would help. It’s right. Right?”

You nodded firmly. “I understand where they’re coming from. Karli’s just trying to help the world. But she’s doing it wrong. And that I know for absolute certainty. Which is good, I guess. I was talking to Sam early and I mentioned not knowing my right from my left recently. It’s good I know something, huh? And for you it should be easy telling your right from your left.” You joked, tracing the gold lines on his metal arm. “I guess you’re just gonna have to stay besides me to help me remember.”

Looking up, you found Bucky staring at you with something you recognized in his eyes, but didn’t want to name. “Three hours, forty two minutes and thirty one seconds.”

“What?”

“That’s how long I didn’t talk to you. It was too long.”

You sighed, ducking your head. “Bucky, I’m sorry-”

“I’m sorry. For anything and everything I’ve ever done wrong. I won’t mention the plane or anything we’ve talked about until you bring it up first. I promise. Just…just don’t ignore me anymore? I'm not sure I can handle it for much longer.”

You nodded, watching your fingertips dance along his scruffy jaw. “I won’t.” He caught your wrist, opening his mouth, before shaking his head and closing it. “What?”

He shook his head again. “Not until you bring it up.”

“We will talk, James. I promise.”

“You don’t have to explain. I get it. I really do. It’s okay. As long as we’re okay for right now, I can hold it in a bit longer.”

You nearly asked him what he was holding in, but you quickly shoved the question out of your mind, knowing it would take you down a conversation you couldn’t possibly have right then. “How long do you think we have?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Zemo just said that it’s this afternoon. Why?”

“I started reading The Great Gatsby on the plane. I’ve got it on my phone. It kinda reminds me of you. Do you-do you think we have time to read some? Only if you want, I mean. Like we used to do in Wakanda?”

He grinned and nodded, scooting up on the bed and flopping down into the pillows. You smiled back, following his lead. Once you were comfortable, your phone out with the chapter you were on, Bucky scooted closer, laying his head on your stomach, hugging your waist. 

“Is this okay?”

Your fingers found home in his hair and you nodded when he looked up at you for an answer. “Yeah. It’s perfect, Buckaroo.”

[thatfanficstuff]

Open Wounds - 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: Timeline things. Avengers happened. Hydra never disappeared from sight and continued to operate opposed by SHIELD. There were less infiltrators in SHIELD as a result. After New York, Steve restarted his crusade against Hydra with the help of the others. They found Bucky on one of those missions. T'Challa had made contact with the team as he had tech he believed might help kill aliens. There is no UItron or thanos. In other words, I'm making shit up as I go along.

Six years later

Bucky didn’t remember he had a soulmate for a long time.

Didn’t make the connection between the odd bruise and scar and a soulmate. His brain was so scrambled, so disjointed, he was lucky if he could string two thoughts together. It wasn’t until after Shuri recalibrated him that his thoughts could turn to a mate. It wasn’t until then that he began to remember.

There was the time they woke him up and he had bruises all along his ribs. Or when he bore the scars from three gunshot wounds that weren’t his own. Scars that had healed far faster than they should have. Then there were the scattered conversations amongst the agents and scientists. But anytime the Winter Soldier showed too much interest in a possible soulmate, they’d erase him and start over. Make him forget they existed until the next time a wayward scar or conversation caught his attention.

That was the part that bothered him the most. Hydra knew. They knew his soulmate was out there somewhere and it was too much to hope that they wouldn’t use that to their advantage. He was surprised they hadn’t already. Maybe they already knew where his soulmate was and they were biding their time. Making him suffer from the anticipation. Or maybe Hydra had already captured them and were planning the best way to use his mate against him.

Now that he remembered they existed, he needed to find his mate. The problem was, he had no idea how to go about doing that. He was going to have to ask for help and Bucky hated asking for help. Especially since Stark was probably his best option and they still hadn’t worked out all their issues.

But his soulmate was more important than any of that. When he ended up with a side full of bruises along with a couple of scars he feared were knife wounds when he hadn’t done anything more strenuous than go for a jog, he had Jarvis call a meeting of whoever was currently in the tower. He tapped metal fingers against the table while he waited for everyone else to file into the conference room.

Bruce and Tony were the first to arrive. “This better be important. I was in the middle of something,” Tony grumbled and Bruce nudged him with an elbow before offering Bucky a small smile.

Bucky ignored the billionaire and shifted his attention to Steve as he walked in. He took one of the open chairs near his best friend. Natasha and Clint were close behind.

“That is all of the team present at this time, Mr. Barnes,” Jarvis announced.

Buck gave a nod of his head. “Thanks.” He clasped his hands together on the table and kept his attention on them as he leaned forward.

When he remained silent, Steve cleared his throat. “What’s going on, Buck?”

Muscles worked in Bucky’s jaw as he clenched his teeth. Finally, he glanced at the others in the room. “I need your help.”

Tony snorted. “This ought to be good.” He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.

Once again, Bucky ignored the other man. It was the best way to deal with him. Besides, the super soldier had earned every bit of grief Tony wanted to give him.

“I have a soulmate.”

Steve straightened in his chair. “Are you sure?”

Buck nodded. “That was one of the things Hydra tried to remove from my brain completely but I started getting memories back after Shuri fixed me. Plus, there’s been some bruises. Scars. Some rather nasty ones today.”

“What sort of bruises and scars?” Natasha asked.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

“Just answer the question, Barnes,” Clint snapped earning raised eyebrows around the room.

Rather than answering verbally, Bucky stood and lifted his shirt to show off the wounds in question. Clint and Natasha shared a look before setting their jaws and nodding to indicate they’d seen enough.

“If you’re done showing off your abs, I have a question,” Tony said. “Why do you want to find them?”

“What kind of question is that?” Steve asked. “Wouldn’t you want to find your soulmate if you had one?”

Bucky laid a hand on his friend’s arm to calm him down. “Hydra knows about them. I’m afraid they’ll use them trying to get to me. I can’t let that happen.”

“What if they already found them?” came Bruce’s soft voice.

The thought made Bucky’s stomach churn with anxiety. “Then I have to save them.”

“Okay, I’ll help. Them, not you. Just so we’re clear.”

“Really, Tony?” Steve asked.

“It’s fine, Steve. I don’t care why he helps as long as I find them.”

Tony clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Okay. Jarvis run a search on all the soulmate forums, chat boards, postings, etc. Start with the most popular and work down to the lesser ones. Use our record of Barnes’ scars for the parameters.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t expect much. It could take—”

“I already have several results if you would like to view them,” Jarvis interrupted.

Bucky’s heart pounded though he didn’t know if it was excitement or anxiety. It had never occurred to him it could be this easy.

“Let’s see ‘em, J.” Tony turned his chair to look at the large screen at one end of the room.

A message appeared from a 23-year-old female searching for her soulmate with scars that matched his. Again and again similar messages appeared though the age fluctuated from twenty-two to twenty-four. Bucky’s eyes ran over the words wondering what kind of person she was. Would she want anything to do with him once they met?

“Anyone else thinking this is too easy?” Natasha asked.

His gaze shifted to her. “What do you mean?”

“She means, if Hydra knows about your mate, they could easily be the ones posting the messages trying to trick you,” Clint clarified.

Tony hummed in thought. “The varying ages are odd, especially since the messages were posted within a small timeframe.”

“So, none of you think this could be her?” Bucky’s voice had a desperate edge.

“We’re not saying that, Buck,” Steve piped up. “We’re just saying we’re going to have to approach this carefully. There’s too much of a chance this is a trap. I know you want to find her, but you won’t do her any good if Hydra gets their hands on you again.”

Bucky thought for a moment “Is there any way to get more information about who posted the messages?”

“You heard him, Jarvis.” Tony glanced at the super soldier. “That may take longer. I’ll have Jarvis put together a report of all the messages along with whatever he can find on the poster. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

“Thanks.” With that, Bucky gave them a nod and left the room.

A knock sounded at your door that evening and you opened it to find Nat and Clint on the other side. Clint held up a six-pack of beer while Nat flashed a bag of take out.

You frowned. “Did we have plans I don’t remember?”

“Nope. Just thought we’d stop by,” Nat answered as she pushed her way past you. Clint followed behind.

“By all means, come on in.” You shook your head and shut the door.

You watched in silence as Nat divided up the food and Clint opened your beer. You took a sip then pursed your lips as you looked them over. “So why are you here?”

They exchanged a look. “Can’t we just stop by?” Clint asked.

“You can but you don’t.”

Nat sighed. “We were worried about you. Fury said the mission was a little rough. Thought we’d check up on you.”

You weren’t certain whether to believe them or not. They’d always been like siblings to you. Then Phil died and they tried to fill that void but they couldn’t. No one could. Fury had fussed over you earlier, but it seemed unlike him to contact these two over something so minor. Fuck. Who cared? They were here. That’s all that mattered. It had been too long since you’d spent any time together.

You took a bite of your food. “Hydra’s growing tired of me slipping through their fingers. They sent more men than usual. I’m a little bruised up and some jackass got a couple of swipes in with a knife. It’s half healed already. I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe it’s time to stop with the posts,” Clint suggested. “I mean, you’ve been lucky so far, but maybe your luck is running out. We shouldn’t push it.”

You tapped a finger against the table as you watched your friend. He didn’t meet your eye. Neither did Nat for that matter. “You know for a couple of spies, you’re shit liars.”

“What lie? What are you talking about?” Clint looked a little panicked and you chuckled.

“Calm down, Francis. I just mean that there is something going on here that you two aren’t sharing. Now, what’s really going on?”

“I hate it when you call me that,” Clint muttered.

You shifted your gaze from him to Nat who was watching you carefully. “What about you, Natalia? Have something to share with the class?”

She shook her head once. “No. I agree with Clint that it’s time to stop. No one’s seen the Winter Soldier in years. Rumor is that he was rescued from Hydra and they unscrambled his brain. That means you might have an actual soulmate out there, not just some mindless assassin.”

Unease crawled up your spine. They were speaking in half-truths. And Nat had never tried to talk you into accepting Soldat as your mate. In fact, she would have kicked your ass not long ago had you even suggested it. “Right,” you said as you slid your chair back. You had better things to do than sit there and let them feed you bullshit. “Lock up when you leave.” You grabbed your leather jacket from its hook by the door and slid it on.

“Where are you going?” Clint asked.

“Sister Margaret’s. I need a drink.”

[lovelybarnes]

baby blue- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, tony stark bruce banner, steve rogers, sam wilson warnings: child bucky, language, this is long. why is this so long about: requested by @cherry-season (apparently can't tag you)! bucky turns into a baby/toddler and is clingy a/n: okay so i know virtually nothing about three-year-olds. can you tell? thank you so much for requesting!! I had so much fun writing this <333

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bucky’s day wasn’t particularly fantastic to begin with.

he was already exhausted when he woke up in the early lights of the morning, his nightmares had kept him up all night-- which you theorized was due to the mission the day before that took place in one of the same hydra bases bucky had been held in. you had frowned when you realized it the day of, turning your attention to bucky and making sure he was okay with it because if he wasn’t, you would make sure someone else took care of it. he had insisted it was fine, even though the next night proved him wrong. you had done what you could, running your fingers through his hair and humming lightly until you fell asleep and he refused to wake you up, resigning himself to a sleepless night.

his morning started with his flesh arm reaching out to feel your side of the bed, hoping to find your soft, warm skin to pull you closer, but instead being met with the unkind sheets that missed the gentleness of your body. he had frowned when he realized you had already left for a meeting with some important hotshot in space with carol (you couldn’t find a better excuse to go get breakfast at your favorite alien restaurant with your favorite aliens) and wouldn’t be back for a solid few hours too long. groaning, and with no real reason to stay in bed for any longer without the excuse of getting to feel you for a few more hours, he dragged himself out of bed.

it didn’t get much better from there, because he was greeted with the sight of sam eating the last bowl of the last box of cereal in the whole damn tower because everyone rejected to go grocery shopping. since bucky refused to eat any of the frozen breakfasts tony loved so much and the stark kid swore were “the best thing ever,” he grunted at sam and walked away without eating, knowing he’d regret it later when his stomach would growl and you would immediately know he skipped breakfast.

for some unknown reason, tony had found out about bucky’s lack of things to do, and with a few winks and manipulative large-worded engineering phrases, convinced him to join him in the lab, which bucky had only really been able to see through the clear glass that separated the lab from the rest of the tower, and from the occasions where he would take food and drinks to you while you locked yourself away inside, building something alongside tony.

being inside, so close to the various machines and objects bucky cant begin to figure out the purpose of, his memories of being in school and at the top of his math and engineering classes bubble to the surface, filling him with the pride he remembers having every day at school. the thought that he could probably understand everything if you or tony explained it to him passes through his mind and urges him to ask tony to do just that, but tony beats him before he can get the chance.

bruce is eyeing them wearily from the other side of the lab, attention mostly on the test tubes in front of him. he gives bucky a smile when he comes in, but seems to ignore him for the most part until tony shows bucky to bruce’s work station, pointing out a blue liquid in a test tube marked TESTING. bruce’s neck snaps to them when tony open his big mouth, “you know, y/n was actually supposed to test something out for me today,” tony begins innocently, a suggestion laced in his words that bucky catches but decides to ignore because of the high he feels from understanding the equations scribbled on the clear glass, “do you know where she is?”

bucky narrows his eyes at him, then looks up at the clock, realizing it’s still a while before you get back, “not even on earth,” he recipes blandly, slyly sneaking a glance at the liquid for any indications of what it could be.

tony sighs dramatically, his shoulders sagging, “oh no, how do i test this now?” bruce shoots tony a warning glance that is blatantly ignored.

bucky’s shrugging before he can help it, the reminder that since you were going to do it, what could be the harm if he did? “i could do it.”

tony claps, “great!” he gestures to a door behind him, “please go in there to sign non-disclosure agreements and wash your hands.”

bucky’s shoved inside before he can fully understand the implications of his stupid offer.

-

the thought of asking the basic questions he should have asked before he agreed to test an unidentified liquid comes to bucky nearly an hour later, when the small vial of weird blue liquid sits in front of him, waiting to be drunk. tony and bruce sit in chairs a couple of feet away, clipboards in both of their hands, and interested expressions settled on their features.

“what does this do again?” he asks, squinting at the vial that he doesn’t notice tony isn’t looking at, furrowing his eyebrows when tony waves him off, “something super smart. no side effects or anything.” bucky’s eyes flit down to the little vial again, before they nearly bug out of his head at the humongous laser that is rolled into the room, “what the hell is that.”

“ah,” tony grins, bouncing from his seat to stand next to his invention proudly, “this is what you’re testing out.” bucky cocks his head at the man, “i thought i was drinking blue water. y/n was going to drink blue water.” tony shakes his head, adjusting some dials on the machine, “yeah, no, it was this. pretty sure i told you.”

“you didn’t-” bruce is looking at tony in concern, about to tell him to slow down so bucky has a chance to think all this through again and maybe ask if there is any chance the laser will melt him, when tony clicks a large red button and a bright white light clouds bucky’s vision just as he sees the clock on the exact same time he saw an hour ago, realizing the clock in the billion-dollar lab is broken, and you’re probably getting home any second.

“tony!” he hears bruce yell before his vision goes dark.

it’s only a second until he can pry open his eyes again, a hand curling into a fist, ready to pound stark into tomorrow when he can suddenly feel the nails of his hand digging into his palm. the surprising feeling of it where his vibranium arm should be forces him to look down at a small arm, fully skin and thin. he looks around, noticing his surroundings suddenly have grown very large around him, and the sound of his voice is higher when he tries to speak again.

“what the f-” he mumbles, cutting himself off when a sudden memory of his ma yelling at him to wash his mouth out if he wants to talk like that floods his mind, and he stares down at himself, eyebrows furrowing when he spots his short stature and the tiny hands and feet that look up at him. realization floods him like a wave, raising his chin at the two, tall, gobsmacked men in front of. “was that supposed to happen?” bruce asks quietly, nodding slowly when tony shakes his head, “no.”

there’s a light knock at the door, your hand pushing it open before anyone can stop you, and your tired face peeks in, a glowing smiling adorning your face and your eyes searching for your boyfriend, “hey, do you guys know where bucky is-” your voice cuts through the stunned silence, pausing when you catch the little boy’s eye. at first, you stare at him, your eyebrows pulling together as you get a good look at the familiar cerulean of his eyes and scan the clothing you’d seen on bucky before. for a second, everything is silent, bucky’s eyes are wide and staring as yours bore into them, searching for something you’re nearly touching until you gasp, “bucky?” you choke, reaching for him when he nods, his legs already trying to reach you as fast as they possibly can but they buckle. bucky realizes just then how old he must be now. “oh, baby,” you murmur, gathering him up in your arms before he can fall to the hard ground of the lab. “what the hell did you idiots do to my boyfriend?” you demand, turning to the two scientists who are going over tony’s notes.

bruce glances at tony, tilting his head at him as if to say him. you roll your eyes, not having any more information than when you asked, “tony?” you growl, walking over to the man, not missing the way little bucky’s hand grabs onto your shirt.

“it didn’t- that wasn’t supposed to happen,” tony defends weakly, a lazy shrug pulling at his shoulders. your eyes flash with velvet red, and, without moving a finger, tony’s pulled in front of you, wrapped in red swirls bucky can’t help but gawk at.

“fix it.” you order. tony nods, pursing his lips, “we’ll do that.” bruce looks a little taken aback, looking up from tony’s scribbles and equations. “i don’t think it’ll last more than a day,” he offers helpfully, “whatever it was tony was trying to do wasn’t either.”

bucky’s eyes start to droop, which he assumes is an effect of the sleepless night he just had on his infant body, something that usually wouldn’t affect him in his one-hundred-and-six-year-old self. he hums when he realizes the irony, leaning his head against the welcoming crook of your neck and catching your attention. you turn to him for a moment, softening a little before turning back to tony and glaring at him, “fix it.”

-

steve catches you when you walk out of the lab, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he spots the toddler in your arms, “holy shit, that looks exactly like bucky,” he breathes, scanning the dark mussed-up hair and stepping back when bucky opens his eyes. from next to him, sam looks from bucky to you, “did you two have a kid and not tell anyone, because this-”

“is bucky. that’s bucky.” you interrupt, looking at the toddler, “tony messed up with something and… this happened, i don’t completely… bucky’s a baby.”

steve raises an eyebrow, squinting at his best friend, “ha,” he laughs, “wow, he looks exactly like his pictures. he must be about three years old.” bucky blinks at him. “his ma said he was chatting up a storm at that age, though,” steve informs, looking back up at you. sam grins, “has he said anything? i kinda want to hear if he still sounds old.” bucky frowns at him, his pout deepening when sam bursts into laughter, “his grumpy face is the same!”

you look at your boyfriend, tilting your head and smiling a little when you realize he’s right, “you’re cute,” you coo now that you get a good look at him, “you’re so cute,” you murmur, poking his nose with your finger. bucky can’t help the blush that comes to his cheeks. but he slaps away sam’s fingers, scowling at him, “no.” he argues, “no.”

sam frowns, “no old man voice.”

“i hate you,” bucky says to sam, and you laugh, “i think we should leave for now. i need to figure out what will make three-year-old bucky not as grumpy.” sam looks at bucky’s furrowed brows and the same two little lines between them, his eyes flickering back up to yours, “i think that may just be a bucky thing.”

-

you bring bucky to the living room, sitting him down at the edge of the couch and crouching in front of him, watching him and his little crossed arms, bottom lip jutted out against his own will. bucky isn’t used to the emotional control of a child who’s three and can’t control the frustration that’s coursing through him at the moment. the only thing he knows for sure is that he doesn’t want you to leave him again.

“bucky?” you start, looking deep into the wide blue eyes that let you know it is bucky you’re speaking to. “what do you want to do? are you hungry? d’you want to sleep?” bucky shakes his head stubbornly at you, “i want tony to fix this.”

you sigh, “i know, baby. i do too, but until he finds a cure to this, you’re gonna stay small for a couple more hours.” he pouts at that, and you smooth your thumb over his cheek, “no pouting. we can do whatever you want, buck.”

just as he’s about to reject any idea you have, his stomach rumbles loudly, directing your attention to the arms that guiltily cover up his middle. “bucky... did you eat breakfast today?” you query, a lecturing tone sneaking into your words. “sam ate my cereal,” bucky grumbles, crossing his arms.

“bucky!” you exclaim, standing up to turn to the kitchen, “that’s no excuse. i told you you needed to eat--” you’re barely three steps into the kitchen when you hear the pattering of his feet towards you, grubby hands pawing at your legs.

“don’t leave,” he whines, hugging your ankles and sitting down on the floor, “you left all morning,” he mumbles, smushing his cheeks against your calf.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, bending over to brush away the hair that falls over his eyes. “c’mere,” you murmur, reaching down to pick him up again and bounce him on your hip while you head to the kitchen. “what do you want to eat?” bucky thinks about it for a minute, before smiling, “i want pizza and ice cream.” you frown at him, “i don’t think three-year-olds can eat that. actually, i don’t think anyone should.”

after consulting google on what three-year-olds should eat, you have bucky’s head resting on your shoulder, refusing to let you put him down even as you made him the mac and cheese he had agreed to, still a little upset over the fact you wouldn’t let him eat all the other things he wanted. the only time he let you not carry him was when he was eating, still insisting you sit right next to him to watch as he smeared cheese all over tony’s expensive table.

“okay,” you whisper breathlessly after watching him eat his third bowl of the meal, “i think that’s good.” you shove the dirty dishes in the sink, washing bucky’s hands and wiping at him cheeks with a warm cloth to get the mess he managed to create off. “did you forget how to eat?” you wonder aloud when you finally fnish cleaning him up, watching his small shoulders shrug.

“what do you want to do now? anything you want,” you propose.

“i want you,” he says, reaching his stubby arms out, “cuddles. ‘m sleepy,” he yawns, making grabby hands at you when you take too long to pick him up. “bucky,” you chuckle, complying with him and bringing him into your chest, where he leans his head on your shoulder. “you sure you don’t want to play or something? you don’t want to…” you trail off, trying to think of what three-year-olds do, “walk or read or something?”

bucky grunts in your ear, his eyelids already closing again, “cuddles,” he repeats, balling your shirt up in his little hands.

“okay,” you sigh, bouncing him gently while you walk to your shared bedroom. you pick up a stuffed animal you brought for bucky from one of your most recent missions, “did you sleep last night? is that why you’re so tired?” bucky hums, cuddling further into your chest when you lay down with him on top of you. you hand him the little dog plush, pressing a kiss to his head when he takes the gift, hugging it with you. “honey, i’m sorry,” you frown, gently threading your fingers through his short hair, humming the same song bucky sings to you when you can’t get to sleep. it doesn’t take long to lull him into the calmness of rest.

you only wake up when the weight on you is suddenly multiplied, completely taking your breath away, “bucky!-” you exclaim, rolling from underneath him to meet his closed eyes. you shake your head with a light laugh, drawing a strand of hair behind his ear before you press your lips to his cheeks, snuggling in with him again, “sweet dreams, darling,” you murmur, placing the stuffed animal he dropped on your dresser.

[idy-ll-ique]

Touch.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: age gap, mentions of blood, graphic descriptions of violence, death

Requested: nope

Summary: "touch her and I'll kill you" but Bucky is a man of his words.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay, so regarding the ending; there's two ways to look at it. 1) soft-dark!mob!bucky or 2) arranged marriage au with a twist. you can decide that for yourself. enjoy!

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"Appreciate it, Marvin, but really, I'll be okay," Y/N assured her coworker, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. The single dad of 2 still looked unsure. "Y/N, it's very late, please…" She continued shaking her head. "Please. My house isn't that far," she tried and he gave up. "If you say so. Let me at least walk you to the gates." She allowed him to do that.

They chatted as they walked. "How are Eva and Evan?" she grinned at him. Marvin smiled bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. "Eva said her first word yesterday," Marvin admitted and Y/N squealed. "Ooh, what was it?!" she asked excitedly. "It was their nanny's name, actually." She smirked at the way he turned pink.

Y/N had met his kids' nanny once; she was a beautiful woman and Y/N knew Marvin had a crush on her. Her name was… Nicole, if she wasn't mistaken. "Really? That's another reason why you should ask that woman out." Marvin jokingly shoved Y/N and she laughed harder as they stood near the gates. "See you tomorrow!"

"Bye!" Y/N waved and started walking down the dimly lit street, humming under her breath. Thinking back to her chat with Marvin, a smile bloomed on her face and she chuckled to herself, shaking her head. "Oh, Marvin, you idiot," she snorted under her breath, freezing when she heard footsteps behind her. "Hi there." Slowly turning around, she saw a man.

Instinctively she took a step back; he was a bad man, he gave those vibes. "No," she said flatly and turned to leave, pausing out of fear when he harshly grabbed her arm. He spun her around and his eyes widened when they landed on her face. "Y/L/N's daughter, aren't ya, ya pretty thing," he hissed in her face and she winced.

"Let me go."

"Now that's one thing I can't do, my dear," he sighed dramatically and Y/N forced a glare on her face despite being shaken to the core. Truth was, her father ran a mob. They dealt with arms and weaponry and since Y/N had a soft soul, she had rejected her father's decision of her taking over the mob after him. He respected that, was relieved, even; he didn't want to put his daughter in danger.

Her father had a friend, young (and very good-looking, she had to admit). His name was Bucky Barnes, and he ran his own mob. His mob was bigger and more famous than her father's, he practically owned a sixth of the city. She had heard talks of her father handing his mob over to Bucky after his retirement a few years down the lane.

"Let me go," she repeated, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible as she blinked back tears. "Come on angel, I'll make it worth your time. It's been a long time since I've been with a pretty girl like you," he crooned and Y/N scrunched her nose, the action earning her a sharp slap on the cheek from the man. She cried out in pain.

Then she managed to wrench her arm away from his grip, moving to run away but this time he grabbed her waist, forcing her to elbow him in the gut. He pulled away again and she turned, placing a firm slap on his cheek as she seethed, daring him to put his hands on her again. He did, circling an arm around her shoulder as he pulled her in. She leaned forward and bit his arm. He hissed.

"You bitch!"

"Let go!" she screamed this time and he slapped her again, clamping a hand over her mouth. "I'm going to fuck the brat out of you," he whispered dangerously and Y/N's eyes watered as she tried to get away from him. A third slap, this time his ring cut her cheek. A drop of blood trickled down her soft skin and the man hummed appreciatively.

"Wh-What's your name?"

He stopped and considered her for a minute. "Rumlow," he answered simply and she started wiggling in his grip again. "Stop that!" he screamed and threw a punch at her face, hitting her square in the jaw. A fight broke out; Y/N hit him back by slapping him on the cheek again and Rumlow proceeded to choke her. Her vision going hazy she gasped and kicked him.

Straight in the crotch.

Rumlow's hands left her body as he bent forward, cupping his crotch in pain. Finding new strength, she pushed him and with nothing to ground him he fell, giving Y/N enough time to escape as she ran away, glad that she had decided to wear sneakers that day. There was only one thing on her mind; her home, which she shared with her parents.

I just want to sleep.

Coughing at times, she reached home 15 minutes later and opened the door, thinking that her parents would be asleep by then. Her watch said it was 12:30 am. Unfortunately, as she threw open the front door, she froze again for in the doorway stood her parents and in front of them, Bucky. He was holding his jacket, signalling that was about to leave.

He turned to look at her and his eyes immediately took in all the bruises that had formed on her face, as well as her clothes which were askew and the handprint of someone gripping her arm. "Y/N!" her mother exclaimed worriedly, almost fainting at the sight of her daughter looking so beaten up. Y/N's eyes snapped towards Bucky when he spoke.

"Come with me."

Without questioning his authority Y/N followed Bucky up the stairs and into the study. The moment the doors closed behind them he took her face in his hands, examining the bruises. The noise of her parents making their way upstairs stilled him for a moment but they simply walked past the study towards what he concluded was the master bedroom.

Bucky had also liked Y/N for a long time. Her parents had introduced her to him when she was 20; he was much older than her but towards the end of the day, when his friend had asked, "What do you think about my daughter?" he couldn't bring himself to lie. And surprisingly, her father was ecstatic at the idea of Bucky dating his daughter.

Well, at least he had her parents' approval.

The moment the door to the master bedroom closed, Bucky's hands resumed their motions. Y/N stood as still as possible despite being in a lot of pain, not wanting to ruin the sudden, personal moment that they were having. He had always been civil with her; never talking to her as more than a friend, never touching her for long but oh, today was much different.

Bucky carefully lifted her jaw, noticing the way she unintentionally flinched when his fingers came in contact with her chin. A broken jaw. She was also bleeding from the cheek and a trail of blood went down the corner of her lips. Barely being able to contain his anger he swiped the blood away, causing Y/N to shudder.

Tears pooled in her eyes as her skin started itching and aching. His hand left her face and gently curled around her arm, lifting it so he could get a better look at the handprint. Not one word was spoken during the entire exchange as Bucky took note of all her injuries. She suddenly lifted her hand to wipe her tears and tilted her head further up, exposing her neck.

Bucky took in a sharp intake of breath. Her neck was covered in deep purple, red and blue bruises. Someone tried to choke her. He wasn't able to contain his anger anymore but he tried his best as he finally looked Y/N in her eyes. She stared back at him, whimpering. "Who did this?" The words came out a hiss. "B-Buck…" she choked out.

"Y/N?" he whispered, bringing her hand to his lips. The intensity of the situation hit her then; Bucky liked her. Momentary happiness washed over her but there were more important things to care about. "Bucky," she breathed and leaned forward, pressing herself closer to him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

One of his hands cradled her head, discreetly checking for injuries there as his other arm went around her waist. "I need a name, sweetheart," he hummed quietly, too quietly. "R-R—" she stammered but stopped as her wounds unknowingly caught on fire at the letter. "Rumlow?" Bucky blurted out.

He didn't think that was the name she'd take but Y/N pulled away from him with a look of disbelief on her face, causing his worst fears to come true. Rumlow got to you. Fuck, that bastard was dying today. "It was him?!" Bucky gasped and Y/N nodded. "How did you know?" she croaked out, wincing when pain shot through her throat.

"We— We've got a pretty famous rivalry going on, sweetheart, surprised you didn't know that."

"Sorry, don't keep up with mob news."

He chuckled for a moment before sobering up; straightening his shoulders as a dark look crossed his face. "I have to go now, you take care of yourself, okay?" He moved to leave when Y/N pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him. She leaned on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, the action causing butterflies to flutter in his stomach.

He gently turned her head and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I'll visit tomorrow," he whispered and she nodded, a smile forming on her lips. "I'd like that very much." With a smile of his own he kissed her forehead and they both left the study, making their way downstairs. Bucky left the house and Y/N turned to see her mother standing at the top of the stairs.

"Your daddy has called the doctor, dear, he'll be here in 15 minutes."

"Okay, ma."

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"Rumlow, you motherfucker!" Bucky roared as he stormed into the bar where he was sure his rival was. Behind him walked in his right-hand men Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers, followed by 15 of his men. Rumlow looked up from his corner, his eyes going wide at the furious look on Bucky's face. While he had seen the look a thousand times, something was different tonight.

Bucky spotted him and strode forward, easily pushing aside the men who came to their boss' defence. Rumlow gasped when Bucky grabbed him by the throat and smashed his skull against the table, eliciting a hiss and a low groan from the man. "You fucking dare—" Bucky began as he lifted him up, only to punch him square in the jaw like he had Y/N.

"You fucking dare put your hands on her!" Bucky shouted but Rumlow's head was spinning after he'd hit the table. For the first time, he realized, he was afraid. Of Barnes. In the background, Bucky's men, outnumbering Rumlow's men, fought. "You hurt her and now you're going to pay!" Lifting an empty bottle of vodka off the table with his free hand, Bucky smashed it on Rumlow's head.

Pieces of it got stuck in his scalp as Rumlow fell unconscious. All Bucky saw was red. He couldn't physically bear the thought of someone hurting his girl and being true to his words… "I promised her father," Bucky breathed out as he threw more punches at Rumlow's dying body, "No one was going to hurt her."

Another punch to the face. "I told him, anybody who touches her dies," Bucky hissed, "And yet you dare— I'm a man true to my words," Bucky promised in a sinister tone, knowing that he was talking to himself since Rumlow was long gone. His hand closed around Rumlow's neck. "You touch her—" He squeezed, "You die."

And Rumlow's dead body slumped on the floor.

The fight around him stopped instantly.

"We're done here."

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"Princess?" Groaning softly, Y/N turned away from the voice and pulled the covers tighter around herself. "Away," she mumbled and heard a soft feminine laugh as well as two manly chuckles behind her. "You've been asleep a long time, baby," a familiar voice whispered, placing a hand on her arm. Her eyes flew open and she looked up, straight at Bucky.

"Oh my God!" Jumping up, she threw her arms around the man and buried her face in the crook of his neck, causing him to laugh. Smiling at each other, her parents left the room, leaving the two lovebirds alone. They were sure Bucky could handle breaking the news to her by himself. "Good morning," he greeted as he sat down, pulling her on his lap.

"Do you really like me?" she whispered, realizing that they had not made it explicitly clear last night. "Of course I do, princess. You're mine," he spoke in a possessive tone. "I'm yours," she agreed as she burrowed closer to him. "And no one touches what's mine and gets out alive." Y/N took a few moments to register those words.

When she did, she pulled away from him, still straddling his lap as she stared at him, jaw dropped. "You…" He nodded and Y/N's eyes went wide. Though he was delivering the news of someone's death, Y/N couldn't bring herself to feel bad. He had attacked her, he got what he deserved. "I— I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, I just wanted to tell you what I did. We can talk about something else," he offered and a smile immediately bloomed on her face. "How long have you liked me?" He laughed before cupping her face, pulling her down to press his lips to hers. "Ever since I met you 5 years ago, doll, I was smitten." Y/N gasped against his lips.

"Ever since you met me?! Me too!"

"Really?" He grinned broadly at the look of excitement on her face. My sweet angel. "Really! I— I think I might… I think I might love you but it's too early on—" she stammered but Bucky took her hands, tears starting to glisten in his eyes at her words. She loves me. "Princess, I love you too," he admitted and she paused.

"Bucky, I love you!" she smiled hugely and hugged him tightly. Bucky quietly wiped his tears off, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. He could see the bruises fading away and that calmed his heart. She's safe with me. And I'm never letting her go. "So, there's some news…" he continued and she pulled away, a curious look on her face.

"What is that?"

"Your father is retiring. I'm gonna take over the mob now." Y/N squealed and clapped her hands; she knew her father made a great decision. Bucky was more than competent. "Congratulations!" she shouted and jumped out of his arms, running out of the room to wish her father the same. Bucky chuckled as he stayed there for a moment more, running his hand through his hair.

"Can't wait to make you my wife, baby."

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A/N: Three Bucky fics in a row 👀 leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading! I really appreciate it (and thanks for 430 followers lol I love every single one of you)

[luminnara]

It’s Been A Long, Long Time | Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader ch 3

Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back…and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Warnings: A/B/O, some light angst

Tags:  @kyrah-williams  @oceanmermaidwitch @shawnie--jo 

Amoretta woke to the sound of a familiar alarm blaring through the compound. It was loud enough to make her wince and curl up, seeking out the warmth of her alpha while he laid next to her. She knew what the sound meant; he was officially finished with his rut, and they were going to be separated again. 

The thought made her heart ache. She couldn’t take much more of this. All she wanted was to stay by his side, her instincts telling her that he was the perfect one to watch over and protect her even if she didn’t need a protector. Though all of her suppressants greatly toned down the way she yearned and cried for him, nothing could erase those feelings completely, and each time the guards came to take him away from her, it hurt a little bit more. 

“‘Mega,” he said, voice extra low and rumbly from sleeping. 

“Alpha,” she sighed, rubbing her nose against his neck. 

He returned the gesture, tucking his face down into her scent gland and inhaling deeply. Even though she didn’t smell as strongly as omegas he encountered while out in the field, he loved her scent more than anything he had ever found before. Plus, her own scent being weaker meant that it was easier to cover her with his, and before the guards could come in and order him to leave, he made sure to rub his own gland all over her hair.

Amoretta sighed happily as he scented her, enjoying the smell of motor oil and cloves. If she was lucky, it wouldn’t fade before she got to see him again, and she would be able to at least catch a slight hint of him in her hair whenever she moved. 

“My omega,” the soldier purred, nosing her cheek to try and get her to look at him. 

She smiled softly, placing a hand on his jaw. “Your omega.”

The sound of a metal door sliding open made her close her eyes. She didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to go back to her cell and spend another three months bored. 

“Longing,” a Russian voice over the intercom suddenly said. 

Amoretta let out a dejected breath. They were taking him away again. 

Her alpha moved to get up, listening to the words he had heard countless times before. His body was moving of its own volition, his limbs untangling themselves from hers even though he wanted to stay right there with her forever. 

“Rusted.”

He growled softly, a hand lingering on his omega’s neck. 

“Furnace.”

“Don’t go,” she whimpered, staring up at him with big, sad eyes. 

His hand moved to cup her cheek, a calloused thumb brushing over her skin. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to do as she asked. 

“Daybreak.”

He knew he was supposed to listen to the trigger words. They always commanded him, keeping him in check so that he could never have too much free thought. This time, he knew they would be followed by orders to get up and go back to his quarters so that he could await further instruction. 

But he didn’t want to.

“Seventeen.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he had had such a strong urge to disobey. It wasn’t overpowering, by any means, but it was enough for him to hesitate instead of walking away immediately. 

“Benign.”

The omega on the cot looked distraught.  He didn’t like it. He wanted her to be looking at him, paying attention to him, keeping her focus on him. She shouldn’t be staring at the wall, averting her gaze from the naked alpha before her. 

“”Mega,” the soldier said, getting her attention again. 

“Nine.”

“Hm?” she looked at him, and she felt like she was getting caught up in those icy blue eyes. 

“Homecoming.”

For a moment, he just looked down at her. She was so lovely, so perfect. 

“Be good.” he said.

She sat up slightly, staring at him. He had never said that before, not like that, not in that way. He called her good omega, good girl, pretty omega...he told her to be obedient, he praised her whenever she listened to him...but he had never told her be good, not with that tone. It was almost like...a warning, or...a promise?

“One.”

His nostrils flared, chest heaving with a sigh as he turned away from her. 

“Wait!” she called, reaching for him. 

But he was already facing the door. 

“Freight car.”

The soldier bowed his head. “Ready to comply.”

Amoretta let out a pitiful wail, watching helplessly as her alpha was ordered to return to his cell. The worst part was how he did so, and he seemed so willing to leave her behind. She knew he was under HYDRA’s full control, she knew that they liked to go in and mess with his brain whenever he showed any independence, but it still felt like she was being broken up with every single time she had to watch him leave. 

“Omega,” the voice said as the door slid shut. “Return to your cell and prepare for cryo.”

Another door opened and she stood slowly, wiping away tears that she knew she shouldn’t have had. She felt stupid for caring so much. Her hopes for a better, normal life were always crushed whenever HYDRA separated them again, and watching him walk away like that without a glance back at her was taking its toll on her emotional health. 

Without much other choice, she trudged down the narrow corridor, dragging her feet despite the threat of the cattle prods behind her. While the soldier was obedient enough to be allowed to walk on his own, they never trusted Amoretta, still all too aware of how much she liked to lash out at her handlers. 

They shoved her into her holding cell, where she spent about an hour waiting around before they returned to drag her off to the lab. Sometimes, when the soldier wasn’t going to be needed for a while, HYDRA put him in cryo. Amoretta once heard a doctor saying that it was to preserve his longevity, but she was pretty sure it was just that they didn’t want to deal with him all the time. When that happened, they put her into cryogenesis, too, letting her sleep until her alpha was thawed out. 

She supposed she should be grateful for the long naps, sometimes spending months or even years at a time not having to think about the way that HYDRA kept her as a prisoner, but she hated it. She didn’t like being away from her alpha, and whenever they brought her back out of cryo, she had a tendency to get sick. 

It wasn’t pleasant. 

This time, as the doctors strapped her down, she snarled at them. She was tired of this, tired of her life with HYDRA. She was reaching her breaking point, finally. 

“Quiet,” a beta doctor snapped, picking up a syringe. 

Amoretta rolled her eyes. “Or what?”

He glared at her. “You don’t want to find out.”

“You won’t get rid of me. You need me.” she growled. 

“We don’t need you.” the man scoffed. “We can easily find another omega that can take the serum. You aren’t special, Subject 1096.”

“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you?” she dared to ask. “Why give me a number and keep me around for so long if I’m not important?”

“You omegas are always so sappy.” he said, a disgusted tone to his voice. “You’re convinced the Winter Soldier is your mate, aren’t you?”

“He seems to think so.” she said defensively. 

“Does he?” the doctor pressed the needle to her arm. “Or is he just happy to have something around to fuck?”

Amoretta wanted to bite his hand off for being so rude. She wanted to scream and snap and thrash, proving that they had made a mistake when they decided to give her of all omegas the serum. She was stronger than they knew. She could tear this doctor apart if she got ahold of his hand as he stood just out of her reach. Amoretta wanted HYDRA to regret the day they chose to make her so powerful. 

But the tranquilizer was already being injected into her veins, and she could feel herself floating away. Her vision swam, her skin suddenly feeling cold as she was lowered into her cryo pod for a nice, long, icy nap. 

She wished her soldier was there with her, but he wasn’t. Instead, she was all alone, left to sleep and hope for sweet dreams filled with his cold blue eyes and the low rumble of his voice.

--

“Widow, you copy?”

“Loud and clear, Cap.” a feminine voice said through the earpiece. 

Steve Rogers nodded to himself as he crept through the dark hallways. Checking out abandoned HYDRA bases wasn’t his favorite pastime, but it was an important one, and he’d be damned if he let Nat and Clint go without him for a mission like this. Besides, he owed it to Bucky to make sure everything was taken care of; he knew how much it frustrated his friend that he wasn’t allowed near HYDRA facilities yet. 

But they just couldn’t risk anything happening, not when he had finally managed to free himself of HYDRA’s influence on his mind. 

Thanks, Wakanda.

“What’s your position, Cap?” Natasha asked. 

“Northeast hall,” Steve answered as he rounded a corner. “Looks like medical facilities. There’s no sign of--”

As soon as he had opened his mouth, a row of low emergency lights flickered to life on the floor, illuminating his path and bathing the hallway in a red glow. 

“There’s still power. Stay alert.” he warned. 

“Copy that.”

Shield in hand, Steve made his way to a set of doors, nudging them open as quietly as he could. 

He really wasn’t expecting what he saw. 

He had definitely stepped into some sort of medical bay, gurneys and instruments left abandoned whenever HYDRA had up and left this place. If it weren’t for the staleness of the air and complete absence of life, it would have looked like the doctors had been there only moments before. 

As Steve made his way around crude operating tables, sheet plastic crinkling under his boots, he spotted a soft blue glow coming from a small doorway in the corner of the room. He adjusted his grip, keeping his shield raised just in case, but as he neared the lightsource, he lowered it again. 

“Nat, you’re gonna wanna come see this.”

It only took a few minutes for Black Widow to reach her teammate, and when she did, she let out a low whistle. 

“That’s a cryo pod.” she said, leaning towards the metal device. “And it sure looks like it’s being used.”

“Is whoever’s in it alive?” Steve asked. 

“Only one way to find out. Care to do the honors?” Natasha nodded towards the metal handle on the front of the pod. 

“Is this safe?” Steve put down his shield.

“This place has been abandoned since the late 80s. Seems like the end of the Cold War scared HYDRA away from a lot of their bases.” Natasha said, peering through the small, frosted glass window into the pod. “But there’s definitely someone in there.”

“Well, we can’t exactly lug this whole thing out to the plane,” Steve sighed, grabbing the heavy metal handle. 

As he wrenched it to the side, he could hear a pneumatic hiss, air rushing out of the lock. With a heavy clang, the pod opened, and Steve was able to pull the door to the side. 

Doing so revealed a young woman, her scent too muted by the chill of cryo sleep to tell what her secondary gender was. She was nude, the sight of her causing Steve to avert his gaze in embarrassment. Natasha either didn’t notice or didn’t care, and as she pulled a glove off and pressed her hand to a cold forehead, there seemed to be movement behind the woman’s eyelids. 

“Wow. She’s frozen.” Widow commented, moving her hand down to press two fingers against her neck. “...I’ve got a pulse here, though. We’d better get her out to the transport.”

Steve nodded, taking Natasha’s place as she stepped back to call in their find. Still doing his best to be a gentleman and avoid looking at the girl, he quickly unbuckled the brittle leather straps holding the girl in place, freeing her arms and legs before pulling her out of the pod. Her skin was icy against him, but Nat was right--he could feel her heart beating slowly, her pulse speeding up towards something more normal and less like hibernation. 

“Here. Found this in a cupboard.” Natasha appeared with a musty blanket in her arms, draping it around the woman’s shoulders. 

Steve wrapped it around her before picking her up, finally daring to look down at her now that she was covered. Her hair was long and dark, and though her cheeks were a bit gaunt, no doubt thanks to HYDRA’s general disregard for human life, she didn’t seem too worse for wear. He couldn’t see any bruises on her face or neck, and her scent glands looked to be free of any mating bonds. 

Well, at least she wasn’t missing anybody special, right? Being separated from a bonded mate for so long could kill a person, especially if they happened to be an alpha or an omega. Steve still couldn’t smell for sure, but this girl had such a small stature that he had a suspicion she might be the latter. 

He caught a glimpse of a thin metal identification band around her wrist, almost like the kind used to track wild animals. On it, Steve could see SUBJECT 1096 stamped in, and he couldn’t help but grimace. What did that mean? That she was an experiment?

As he followed Natasha out into the abandoned hallway, the girl in his arms stirred slightly. She rubbed her cheek against Steve’s chest, nuzzling into him as if searching for a scent. When she didn’t seem to find what she expected, he caught her furrowing her brow, her lips turning down in a slight frown. 

“Alpha?” she asked quietly, voice barely audible. 

“You’re safe now,” Steve said, trying to reassure her. She was right, he was an alpha, and he did his best to cover her in a calming scent. The last thing he wanted was a panicked omega on his hands. 

“Not...alpha…” she said weakly, eyes still closed. She raised a hand, grabbing at Steve’s chest with tired fingers. “T-take me home…”

“We’re going somewhere safe,” he said, quickening his pace. “I promise. You’re okay now.”

She let out a tiny whine, squirming half heartedly in his grip. “Want...my alpha…”

As Steve and Natasha walked out of the hidden HYDRA bunker and waited for Clint to bring the plane down, the scent of fresh air finally roused the omega enough that she opened her eyes. Steve looked down at her, worry written all over his face, and as her gaze met his, she looked disappointed. 

Those weren’t the blue eyes she was hoping for. She didn’t know this alpha, and she wanted nothing to do with him. She wanted her soldier back, not this stranger. But she was too tired to fight, still drowsy from her time in cryo, and as he carried her onto the transport, she passed out again, hoping that her alpha would come and find her and take her away from the people she was stuck with now. 

“What--what’s this?” Clint asked, turning in the pilot’s seat as Nat and Steve boarded the plane. 

“She was in cryo,” Natasha said, grabbing an emergency cot and laying it out in the back. “Pulse is there, but we’ve got no idea how healthy she is otherwise.”

“We need to get her back to the tower.” Steve said, setting her down. 

“You got it, Cap.” Clint turned back around. “Weather’s good. Should be just a couple hours til we’re there.”

“I’ll let Bruce know.” Natasha took the copilot’s seat, immediately grabbing a headset to radio back. 

As the craft took off, Amoretta was stuck in an unwelcome sleep. The last thing she wanted was to be unconscious right now, when she knew she was surrounded by unfamiliar alphas. She was grateful for the fresh air, but with it came the scents of people, of strangers, and she didn’t like that one bit. As out of it as she was, she knew that she had been taken out of cryo, and everything else just felt wrong. 

The alpha she had woken up with wasn’t hers. She had been so happy at first, thinking that her soldier had been the one to carry her out of the base...until she caught his scent and realized that it was wrong. The second she knew she was in someone else’s arms, all she wanted to do was thrash and kick and bite, but she simply didn’t have the strength yet.

So she had to settle for sleeping, and, thankfully, dreaming. 

Cryo never seemed to give her dreams, at least not any that she could ever remember. It felt like it had been forever since she had a normal nap, though, and her mind was happy to wander. Thoughts of her soldier swirled around each other, and for the first time in a long time, she was sleeping peacefully.

With nothing else to do, Steve took a seat next to the omega, strapping himself in. And leaning back with a sigh. Who was she, and why was her scent so muted? He had never encountered an omega who was so...well, scentless before. Even when they took suppressants to keep their heats at bay, they still reeked of omega. He never thought anything could change that, but apparently, something could. 

As they flew home, he found himself staring down at her, wondering why HYDRA had her in cryo for so long. She had to be important for them to keep her around, right? They weren’t known for wasting their time with people they couldn’t use. But, then again...what use could they possibly have for an omega who didn’t even smell like one? It didn’t make sense.

“Maybe she was a test subject.” Natasha said, practically reading his mind. 

“Think so?” Steve asked, tearing his eyes away from the omega to look at the spy. 

“We found her in a lab.” She shrugged. “Before the Berlin Wall came down, they had their hands in everything. The Soviets funded countless experiments on omegas.”

Steve frowned. “Guess I missed a lot while I was in that ice.”

“Eh, not much.” Clint said. “Just the same old shit.”

Steve gave him a look.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Same old stuff. Better, goody two shoes?”

“Better.”

Barton snorted a laugh. “Come on, work is the one place I can swear without a kid overhearing! You’ve gotta give me a pass once in a while.”

“Never said you couldn’t swear,” Steve sighed, leaning his head back again. He wanted to know what HYDRA was doing with this omega. Were they experimenting on her? She looked like she was fairly healthy, so whatever they had done must not have taken much of a physical toll on her. 

There was also the matter of why they had left her behind when they abandoned their base. There hadn’t been any signs of struggle, at least not that he had seen. It looked like HYDRA had simply chosen to get up and leave one day a few decades ago, with no obvious reasoning as to why. 

Steve had to admit he didn’t really understand why they did what they did. His job wasn’t to analyze their motives, though; his job was to stop them, and that’s what he was going to do. Rescuing this omega was just one small part of that. Of course, it would help if he knew why he had stumbled across her, and what they had been using her for. 

As soon as they landed, Bruce’s assistants were waiting with a gurney, Dr. Banner himself standing nearby. Steve rushed the still-sleeping omega out, placing her down as gently as he could and then watching as she was taken inside to their medical facilities. 

“So...you found her in cryo?” Bruce asked, following after his new patient. 

Steve nodded stiffly. “There was no one else there. The whole place was running on backup batteries.”

Banner made a thoughtful noise as they walked inside. “She’s been asleep this whole time?”

“She woke up briefly while I was carrying her out to the transport. Other than that, she’s been out cold.”

“We’ll have to run some tests to see what’s going on with her.”

“Is she gonna be alright, Doc?” Steve asked.

Bruce stopped outside the lab doors. “Without knowing how long she was on ice and what exactly they were doing with her...it’s hard to say.”

Steve frowned. 

“But...the fact that she hasn’t gone into shock yet is a good sign.” He turned to enter the room. “I’ll have FRIDAY grab you when I’ve got more answers.”

Steve just nodded, standing back and watching the doctor disappear after the mystery omega. Banner was a good guy, and as an omega himself, he would do everything he could to ensure that this one was well taken care of. Steve had no doubt in his mind that Bruce would see that she pulled through. 

Something wasn’t sitting right about all this, though. The situation was bothering him beyond belief. Seriously, what was going on? What was he missing? What was so special about subject 1096?

Maybe Bucky would have an idea.

[lenissa]

(Not So) Obvious (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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warnings: none

summary: Bucky almost gives up asking you the most important question of your life when you seem to just not get it.

word count: 1.5K

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James Buchanan Barnes.

The man of your dreams. The man of your reality. Of your past, present and future. So how come you were so bad at recognizing his plans for a shared future?

It all started when you heard of the engagement of your friends Hope and Scott - Bucky was so happy for them��� but the whole time the couple told him the story about how Scott asked Hope to marry him, he could only imagine your possible answer if he would ask you that question. He decided that he was ready for the next step. Were you though?

There was only one way to find out.

Well, or in your case: five.

Bucky, the old romantic he was, wanted everything to be perfect. So, when you returned from a mission that took longer than expected, he created a romantic candlelight dinner. Or at least that was what he was trying to.

After you got back, you went to have a shower real quick and then went to spend the evening with Bucky. You were really exhausted but you saw how excited your boyfriend was at you returning, so you kept it together and tried to not fall asleep on the table.

Tho when he noticed that you were leaning against your fork and your eyes were already close to sinking, he took your hand and looked at you with worried eyes. “Hey honey, are you okay?”

“Tired…that‘s all”, you mumbled and Bucky noticed your inability to keep your eyes open for more than ten seconds.

“Why don‘t we postpone that dinner to another evening?” Bucky sighed and squeezed your hand.

“You‘re not mad?”

“Of course I‘m not mad, you just came home from a long, exhausting mission. Now come on, I‘m gonna take you to bed.” He stood up and pulled you with him, and then put his arms around your shoulder to steady you.

“I could just marry you, man of my dreams.” You uttered tiredly under your breath.

Bucky gulped, the weight of the engagement ring in his jeans pocket doubled at the hint.

The next time he tried to ask you the question, he went for a special walk with you on a late autumn evening. It was perfect: september sun was shining, leaves started to change colours, and a fresh breeze was in the air.

When he took the corner that leads to the place you first met, an old kickboxing studio, he realized that he could discard his plans all over again.

“w-what? why?” You pouted at the now empty place where some of your favorite memories together were made.

He turned around at the sound of you sounding sad and smiled apologetically. “I‘m so sorry. I thought it was cute, I didn‘t know it got knocked down.”

You stepped forward and hugged him, leaning against his chest, and hummed faintly. “You couldn‘t know, darling. It was a cute idea.” You kissed him and the only thing he could think about was how you hopefully would kiss him much stormier if you knew the real reason for your walk to this place.

Bucky wouldn‘t give up though. He organized everything again for a special occasion: the 4th anniversary of your relationship.

He booked a luxury hotel a bit away from the town, so you two could relax and enjoy some time without agents or fellow Avengers buzzing around.

Bucky put your suitcases in the car, drove the first bit, and when you parked on a public layby, he was checking if he had the ring with him.

Yes, he had the ring, but he found something different too. Your car had a flat tyre.

Bucky got so angry that he dropped his coffee and kicked against the tyre when you came out of the bathroom and saw his tantrum. You hastily walked to him and tried to grab him by his shoulders, of no avail of course, but at least your touch seemed to calm him.

“What is it??” You put your hands on his cheeks, looking him deep in his eyes, scared to find a dark part of his personality shining through.

“Everything is going wrong.“

“That‘s not true. We both had coffee, and we listened to great music. We are both here together and we love each other. What do we want more?”

“A promise for the future.” He mumbled ununderstandable to you while melting in your touch.

“I love you, you grump.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, so close you could even hear his breathing calm down. You sighed in relief that he was better, though you still worried about his sudden change of mood.

“You would talk to me if there was something else?” You asked him with expectant eyes, trying to understand his behaviour. But he nodded and smiled, and assured you that he was okay.

Bucky was annoyed. And he lost his patience. And he wanted to be more obvious from now on.

So when he wore a T-shirt saying “Marry Me?” and you asked him if that was an old shirt of Scott, he almost got insane.

“No - uhm, actually it‘s mi-”

“Bucky!! Have you noticed that Redwing changed colours?” Peter walked in the living room of the compound, completely clueless that he interrupted a very important moment. “Oh! Nice shirt. Scott has the same, right?”

Bucky blushed and went back to his shy self. He couldn‘t ask you the question while wearing a shirt your friend had already worn some time ago.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He plopped onto the couch next to you and put his arms around you, for you to snuggle into him. “I probably mixed it up when I took down the wash.”

Your boyfriend began to ask himself if that all was some crazy sign from the universe. Maybe you two just were not meant to get married? So, he swore to himself that he will try one last time before giving up.

You were reading in your bedroom when you suddenly noticed an unevenness in the paper. Confused, you turned to the next page and found a small silver ring stuck.

Bucky was just returning from training with Steve as you grabbed the ring and touched it carefully. He saw that you found it and immediately stopped walking, red cheeks forming and his heartbeat faster than ever.

“Look Bucky, there was a ring in my book!”

He sighed and started walking to the bathroom again, closing the door with a loud noise. You didn‘t think too much about it, maybe he just had a not so nice training with Steve or got a new mission he didn‘t like.

Then, he finished showering, laid down on the bed next to you and you asked him if he wanted to watch a series. He nodded and you turned the tv on, grabbed some snacks and cuddled up with him.

When a episode of the sitcom played in which the main characters got engaged, he rolled his eyes and eyed you tensed. But you just sat there, eating popcorn and staring at the tv screen. The scene ended and Bucky knew he was done with the whole marrying thing.

Though suddenly, you jumped up at the engaged couple telling the story of their engagement to their families and spilled the whole popcorn. Bucky startled and looked at you worried, but you just fluttered your hands and stared at him.

“Oh. My. God.”

“What is it, honey??” He frowned and tried to come closer to you, but he had to get the snacks away from the bed first.

“Oh my god, James!” You laughed and started pacing around the whole room. “Of course, yes!”

He chuckled and got out of bed, walked to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, you-” your expression faltered when you realized you were just guessing the reason for his behaviour lately, “I thought you were asking me to marry you?”

“What?!” His eyes widened and he took a step back. You cursed under your breath and turned away, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “This is weird. I thought all the trips and dinners were times you were trying to ask me to marry you but nevermind just forge-”

“Yeah, I uhm- I was.” He laughed nervously and rubbed his neck with his hand. “I thought you don‘t want to marry me cause you never seemed to get it and ignored even the obvious tries.”

You turned to him again and shook your head. “Oh god. This is so embarrassing. I just- i don‘t know…something clicked while watching", you gestured to the tv screen, "that. I never thought about your intentions too much, god, I‘m so sorry.”

Bucky stepped closer again and took your hands in his. “You‘re all good, babe.” You squeezed one of his hands and he pulled you closer, a smile on his face.

“So?”

“So?” You bit your lip to contain your smile as you looked lovingly into his blue eyes.

“Yes or No?”

“No if you‘re not asking me the full question now.” He gasped as you laughed and lightly pushed you.

He sunk to his knees and you gasped, hands coming up to cover your mouth. The brunette took the box (that he always carried around) with the ring in it out of his breast pocket and took a deep breath.

“Will you marry me, my love?”

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