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Shattered Code Pt 1

A Bucky X Reader Fic! mentions of RedRoom, usage of Y/N, fem reader! violence, mental health, death and more….

Sorry I switched povs in the middle :(

I accidentally deleted like two hours of work during this and ended up having to rewrite it so please give it love……

Bucky Masterlist Part Two

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After the Red Room's collapse, its Widows were freed from mind control, only to be met with SHIELD's interrogation rooms. Pardons were dangled in exchange for intel, and you, like the others, were thrust into a world you barely understood, all while under constant surveillance. Freedom was a facade; violence and control were all you'd ever known.

Old habits die hard. You found yourself back in the shadows, a ghost of your Red Room self. SHIELD cornered you, presenting footage of you leading a target out of a bar—a target never seen again. "Could be anyone," you lied, but Fury's laughter and the file he slid across the table told a different story. Human trafficking, missing operations, freed victims—all tied to you. You hadn't expected them to care, not when you were taking down the worst of the worst. "We need your skills," they said, and just like that, you were an unofficial asset, a weapon pointed at Hydra's throat.

The missions offered a twisted sense of normalcy, a way to channel the darkness within. But no matter how many lives you saved, you couldn't escape the Red Room's legacy. Dancing was the only solace, a return to the discipline and control they'd drilled into you. Ballet, the prettiest form of torture, was your anchor. Unlike Natasha, you were a ghost, allowing you to practice in anonymity. An old studio, owned by a former ballerina named Janus, became your sanctuary. "You're good," Janus observed one evening, her eyes filled with a wistful longing. "Why aren't you on a stage?" "Not enough time," you replied with a practiced smile. The moment was shattered by the arrival of Agent Carter, her blonde hair pulled back in a tight bun. "Didn't know you still danced," she teased, her eyes lingering on Janus. As Janus retreated, Sharon turned to you, her smile fading. "It's not SHIELD-approved. It's under the table." You raised an eyebrow. "Zemo's out. Wilson and Barnes did it. I'm hoping you'll help me put him back in his cage." The risk was immense, but Zemo was a threat that couldn't be ignored. You followed her to Madripoor, where you saved Zemo, Barnes, and Wilson from a hail of gunfire. "Well, this is too perfect," Sharon's voice cut through the air. "Drop it, Zemo." As the standoff unfolded, you watched from the shadows, a ghost in the machine. "Sharon?" Barnes questioned. "You cost me everything," she snarled, kicking away Zemo's gun. The revelation of the recreated super-soldier serum and Selby's death hung heavy in the air. "I stole the shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass so you could save his ass from his ass. Unlike you, I didn't have the Avengers to back me up." "Don't blow the smoke at me. I was on the run too," Sam retorted. "Was and is, big difference." Barnes stepped forward, desperation in his voice. "Listen, we need your help, please." Sharon laughed, a hollow, broken sound. "This is over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while." She turned to leave, and you slipped into the shadows, following her to her car. The heads in the backseat turned as you climbed in. "Who's this?" Zemo's voice dripped with disdain. Sharon shot him a look. "That's Y/N. You should be thankful she saved your ass."

We step inside the safe house or rather gallery it’s beautiful some pieces people would pay just too millions to view. Sam’s the first to speak “Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well” Sharon scoffs “I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I’ll get for a real Monet?” Sam nearly laughs “Deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets.” That’s when Zemo chimes in “No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics.” I walk around looking at them as Barnes teases Sam “It’s true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this.” Sam reaches for his phone “Okay, guys, I see what you’re doing. You’re more worldly than good old Sam.” Barnes aproacbes behind Wilson “Yeah. What’s Google say?” I watch Sam’s eyes widen at the search “no shit” eventually Sharon interrupts the teasing “You guys need to change. I’m hosting clients in an hour.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing Sharon's safe house—a luxurious anomaly amidst Madripoor's chaos. I leaned back on the couch, a glass of something strong in hand, dressed in practical clothes for once, when Sam's voice cut through the opulence. "What's going on, Sharon? You don't ever want to come back home?"

She shrugged, a touch of bitterness in her eyes. "They'll lock me up if I step foot back in the States. Madripoor doesn't allow extradition." She had a point; I'd been on the run enough to know the drill. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't call, but after The Blip and the chaos, I just…"

She pinned him with a look that could cut steel. "Look, you know the whole hero thing is a joke, right? The way you gave up that shield, deep down, you must know it's all hypocrisy." Zemo turned, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "He knows. And not so deep." Sharon walked over, settling on the couch beside Bucky and me. "By the way, how's the new Cap?" Bucky groaned, rolling his eyes. "Don't get me started."

I nodded, glancing up at her. "He's totally full of himself, thinks he's God's gift to the earth." Sharon scoffed, turning her attention to Bucky. "Please. You buy into all that stars and stripes bullshit. Before you were his pet psychopath, you were Mr. America! Cap's best friend." She grinned teasingly, and Bucky just glared.

Sam moved to sit in the chair beside the couch, his expression serious. Zemo continued to survey the decor with detached amusement. "Karli Morgenthau and at least seven others have taken the serum," Bucky stated.

Sharon's demeanor shifted, the joking facade gone. "You guys really should steer clear of all of this for your own safety." Sam shook his head. "We know it's a risk, but we won't leave until we find the one who cracked the code." Bucky chimed in, "We got a name. Wilfred Nagel." I looked up, brows furrowed. "He's tied to a few people I've taken down." Sharon stood, grabbing a drink from the bar. "Nagel works for the Power Broker." I nodded in agreement, the pieces falling into place. Sam sighed, speaking up, "We need your help, Sharon. I could get your name cleared." She crossed her arms, skeptical. "You haggling with my life?" Sam stood, mirroring her stance. "Not like that." Sharon scoffed. "I don't buy that. You pretending like you can clear my name." I considered stepping in. Teamwork wasn't my forte, but this was bigger than personal preferences. "Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy. Maybe you're right. What happened to you? But I'm willing to try if you are. They cleared the bionic staring machine, and he's killed almost everybody he's met."

Bucky sat up straighter, offended. "I heard that." Ignoring him, Sharon fixed her gaze on Sam. "I don't trust charity." He sighed, moving to stand directly in front of her. "All right, a deal then. You help us out, and I get your name cleared." She let out a breath, as if surprised by her own decision. "Well, I sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, blend in, enjoy the party. Try to stay outta trouble. I'll see what I can find." Zemo held up his glass, a sly glint in his eyes. "Trouble?"

Sharon's intel from the party had led them here: guns aimed at the shipping container that hid a secret lab. Faint music played inside. I ripped the record off the player, the sudden silence making the man whirl around, gasping. "Dr. Nagel?" Sam asked, his voice sharp. "Who are you? What do you want?" The man seemed impish, the type who'd never left his mother's basement. "We know you created the super-soldier serum," I stated bluntly. He stood straighter, puffing out his chest. "Get out of my lab," he demanded, but his voice lacked conviction. Sam slammed him against a wall, forcing him towards the super-soldier, who glared with palpable anger. Then Zemo stepped forward. "You know who he is, right?"

Nagel's eyes darted to Zemo, recognition dawning. "This is Baron Zemo. I know you've heard of him, too, right?" Sam shoved him again, this time to face me. "See her? Yeahhhh you know her too….You seem like a pretty smart guy. So you better become conversational real quick." Sam shoved him onto a stool, and we lowered our guns slightly. Nagel, recovering some of his nerve, smirked. "How about a counter proposal? Make me a better offer, and I'll talk."

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SHARON: Guys, we have company.

Every bounty hunter in the city is here. We gotta go!

Bucky stepped forward, pressing a gun to Nagel's head before firing a warning shot into the ceiling. The sound echoed, making Nagel flinch. "Okay, okay," he stammered, pausing to collect himself. "I was brought into HYDRA's Winter Soldier program to pick up their work after the five failed test subjects in Siberia. When HYDRA fell, I was recruited by the CIA. They had blood samples from an American test subject with semi-stable traces of serum in his system. After much labor, I was able to isolate the necessary compounds in his blood. I was a god. I did what no other scientist since Erskine was able to do. But mine was going to be different. No clunky machines or jacked-up bodies. Mine was going to be subtle, optimized, perfect."

Sam's voice was serious, laced with anger. "How have we never heard of this?" The scientist grew agitated. "Because… Before I was able to complete my work, I turned to dust. Then when I returned, it was five years later, the program had been abandoned, so I came here. The Power Broker was more than happy to fund the recreation of my work." I stepped forward, arms crossed. "How many vials did you make?" He looked around nervously before answering, "Twenty. Karli Morgenthau stole those, so… I can only imagine what the Power Broker has planned for that poor girl."

Sam glared. "Where's Karli now?" The doctor furrowed his brows, staring Sam down. "I don't know where she is. But a couple of days ago, she called and asked if I could help someone named Donya Madani. Poor woman has tuberculosis. Typical of overpopulation in displacement camps like that." Sam pressed further. "What happened to her?" The doctor sneered. "Not my pig. Not my farm." Barnes stepped forward again, pressing the gun to Nagel's temple. "Is there any serum in this lab?" The doctor denied it vehemently. Bucky turned to us, a question in his eyes. "Now what?"

Guys, we’re seriously outta time here!

The words crackled through the comms as she stumbled into the lab, each breath a ragged gasp. Before anyone could react, Zemo moved with terrifying speed, a shot ringing out, the scientist collapsing. He was pinned, but it was too late. A blinding flash, a deafening roar—the building tore itself apart. The force of the explosion slammed into me, sending me hurtling through the air, crashing into a cabinet with sickening force.

Alarms shrieked, a discordant symphony of impending doom. Smoke billowed, thick and acrid, choking the air, stinging her eyes. Disoriented, she fought to focus, the world spinning. "Anybody see Zemo?" Sam's voice, strained and distant, cut through the chaos. A strong hand gripped her arm; Barnes, pulling me up. Wilson and Sharon were helped up next, their faces grim, urgency etched into every line. They didn't speak, their mission clear: escape.

Each step was a battle against the disorienting aftermath of the blast. The floor vibrated, debris rained down, and the threat of collapse hung heavy in the air. The taste of dust and smoke coated my tongue, the smell of burning metal filling my nostrils. With Barnes's support, I stumbled forward, driven by the primal need to survive, to escape the inferno that had become the lab.

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Authors note: sorry if this is bad:(((( I wrote it at like 3 am and restarted twice by accident. Any corrections would be appreciated.

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How would you guys feel about a series where the reader is a redroom widow X Bucky????? Is the plot overdone or should I write it???? Feel free too share your thoughts.

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Bucky Barnes MasterList

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Series

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Desperate and Handsy🔥

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Desperate and Handsy

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Fem reader! Smut!! Oral fem! Receiving! Mentions of being tied up! Lmk if I missed anything

Tonight would be hell. He knew it would be the second he saw you walk out your shared room in that dress. Black floor length a neckline so low it should be a crime and silk. You’d be the death of him dressed like that, oh and you knew what you were doing too. That’s what made it worse, you’d bent over slowly to put on your heals using him as support instead of sitting down. If it wasn’t for the fact you two were already behind schedule he’d have bent you over then and there and fucked you against the wall till your make up left an imprint on the paint. “Doll” he practically whines as you steady yourself before slipping on your other heal. You look up at him through your lashes tilting your head as if you didn’t know what you were doing. “Hmm?” You hum standing straight to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. You take his hand leading him to the car your heals clicking against the stone under them oh how’d they’d look perfect over his shoulders. He helps you into the passenger side before slipping into the drivers seat. “What’s wrong Buck?” You ask teasingly and he moves one hand to your thigh “keep it up and there won’t be a dress to wear tonight doll” he warns as he backs out the drive. He hears your breath hitch at his words as a smile forms on your face. Thankfully traffic was light so you show up only fashionably late. You fix his tux which was really just an excuse to touch him if you were being honest, before placing your hand on his arm as he leads you in. You stay deadly silent as you mingle for awhile, he’s on his best behavior till you begin purposely teasing him pressing your hips too close to his when slipping through the crowd. It had him going crazy, but for the sake of not getting kicked out the party he’d be good. He wouldn’t bend you over in front of everyone, he wouldn’t tie you up with his tie or tear the dress off you. Or at least that’s what he told himself, despite his own promises you ended up being dragged to a family bathroom by the soldier.

“Fuck, I couldn’t wait doll” he groans locking the door behind him, as his hands desperately grasping at your waist. He’s kissing on your neck as your arms slide into his hair “Been waiting all night” you moan as he lifts you to sit on the sink. You bite your lip watching as he kisses his way down the taunting V line of your dress down your body till he’s on his knees lifting your dress enough to slide his head between your thighs. He kisses your inner thighs his nose nudging your clit through your panties. “Bucky” you plead feeling him smile against your thigh. “Shhhhh, I’m talking to her, doll” his voice comes out half whine half whisper as he licks the wet spot of your panties. “Fuckkk she’s so wet” his metal hand slides up your hip holding you in place as he takes your panties off with his teeth he uses the other hand to loosen his tie. Your hands find his hair tugging on the locks desperately trying to pull him where you need him. “Please” your voice is desperate causing him to groan at the sound “I know, I’ll take care of it” he holds your hips in place as he finally give you what you want. You’re not sure who’s enjoying it more at this point him or you. You squeeze his head so harshly between your thighs as you get closer and close. He likes it, he’s strong enough to pry them apart but he’s happy to suffocate between them. “You taste so good” that makes you moan out a little louder. “Shhh they’ll hear you, you don’t want that do you?” He teases your clit with his nose as he eats you out like a man starving. “Close” you warn in a raspy voice as you grip the sink beneath you desperately your halfway off the sink at this point he’s the only thing keeping you from falling as he works you through your orgasm. “That’s right, let go for me doll” he groans as you moan his name like a prayer. Eventually he pulls away your juices making a glossy sheen on his face he leans in to kiss you. He pulls away licking his lips with a grin “taste that? You taste so divine” he helps you steady yourself on the sink as he kisses along your neck. “What about you?” He pulls away fixing your hair with such care. Treating you like you were made of glass “we’ll worry about me when we get home” he pauses leaning in to kiss you “I was starved doll” he drops to his knees using his tongue to clean you up before sliding the lace fabric up your legs. Helping you down from the sink fixing his tie and wiping his face clean.

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Authors note

My first time writing smut so please be kind🙏

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My Girl

Bucky X reader

‼️ Warning ‼️

Steve x reader,angst, and mentions of death

Admiring from afar was all he thought he’d ever get with you, but for Bucky that was enough. He knew he couldn’t have you…. You were Steve’s after all, and Bucky only brought destruction. He’d destroy you if he’d acted on his desires. You were light and all things good, you deserved someone as good as Steve. Someone who could protect you from the realities of this world. So he’d watch as you and Steve kiss and laugh and love. Perhaps he watched to torture himself for his past, he didn’t deserve happiness after what he’d done. You don’t kill the amount of people he has and grow old with someone. So he drowns his sorrows in alcohol pretending he could even get drunk anymore. The serum made his tolerance nearly impossible to get a buzz let alone get drunk enough to forget who he was…. Who you are…. Steve looks at you as if you’d hung the moon when you barge through the doors of the avengers tower a ring on your finger tear streaks dried on your cheeks as you grin. Everyone congratulations you and Steve and Bucky can only watch as Steve looks to him for approval. “Congrats Punk” he chokes out convincing enough to not raise suspicion. You grin at your friends hugging Wanda happily as she fawns over the diamond ring. Steve places a hand on your back leaning over your shoulder to admire as well. Tony pats Steve’s back handing him a glass of whiskey as a congratulations. “Cherish the honeymoon phase cause soon they’ll bother you about working to much” the brunette jokes.

Bucky was best man at the wedding, it was a small event much to Tony’s dismay. Tony spent months begging for at least an after party being shot down every time. Bucky felt like he couldn’t breath as you walk down the aisle. Your eyes on the blonde beside him, your soon to be husband grins ear to ear as you make your way to him. Bucky wishes it was him you were walking too. He’d cry unabashedly as you come through the door bound for him. He’d brush your hair from your face and kiss you as it was just you two. Then he’d carry you back to the car and drive off to the honeymoon you’d dreamed of and he’d planned. He’d follow you anywhere, including your wedding where you were marrying his best friend. Why? Because you asked him to come, you’d asked his advice on the menu hoping to include Steve’s favorite foods, and even the playlist wanting to play some songs from the 40s for Steve. He couldn’t even hear the priests words he could only feel his heart pounding. Soon the questions of objections came and he’d thought of speaking up, telling you how he felt, maybe falling to his knees to beg you to just maybe consider him. He kept silent though he couldn’t do that to Steve, or curse you will his love. You’d die like the others….. he would stay silent suffer and die inside to protect your happiness. You’d grow old and have kids and Bucky? He’d be there watching and protecting you and your children and so on till his final breath. Even if you told him you wanted to pack up leave the alter this moment he’d help you escape. You’d have his heart today tomorrow and forever no matter who you love. He watches as you exchange rings and say the words that break him into pieces. “I do” the words hurt more than any torture hydra could have ever done to him. Soon you two kiss and cheers sound all around and time slows. He looks in your eyes as you pull away seeing the happiness, and he claps. Steve grins picking you up to spin you around as Bucky’s world grows dimmer and dimmer. Eventually as you share the first dance he slips to the bar ordering a drink as you watches your spun around. Steve would be the one to cherish and protect you. He’d be the one to kiss and hug and cuddle you as you slept. He’d be the one to hang the photos from tonight and build a life with you.

After the fight with Thano’s Steve was in charge of returning the stones to their own respective timelines. It took a few moments for Bucky to realize he wasn’t coming back. How could Steve leave you? That’s when he turns seeing an older man on a bench. “Go ahead” he whispers to Sam. Watching as Sam approached Bucky didn’t need an explanation he knew. He knew Steve hadn’t came home for a reason. He’d stayed to be with Peggy. Cause just as much as you were his girl, Peggy was Steve’s. Bucky slipped away in search of you. Finding you on the floor of your and Steve’s shared apartment sobbing holding onto a letter. He knelt before you “doll?” He whispers taking the letter from your hands setting it on a counter. “He…. He left- he wanted Peggy” you sob moving to hug Bucky. You’d lost so much in this war….. friends family and now a husband. “I know doll” he whispers into your hair.

He comforted you through your mourning till you and he got in an argument, and you sent him away. He’d met back up with Sam, took down the flag smashers helped Sam become captain America before becoming a congressman. It was then he saw you again. In a dress that made the heart he’d thought was dead beat once more. At a fancy gala he approached “doll your outta place” he says leaning against the railing beside you. He takes you in, you’re doing better he could tell from your smile. You were happy, and that made him feel a little better than he’d felt in awhile. “Makes two of us, congressman” you tease him your eyes falling to the metal arm he hid behind gloves. Slowly you two had began to fall into the way things were. Coffee runs and brunches, Sam was busy Wanda had went crazy, Thor was nowhere to be found and Bruce hadn’t talked to either of you since everything happened. Bucky made time for you letting you take your pace. It’s after the battle against Void aka Bob, that he rushes to your place. You embrace him as soon as he steps in, “I-I can’t loose you too” you cry into him he wraps you in his arms his face falling to your shoulder “Your not loosing me anytime soon Doll” he whispers his hands holding onto you tight as he forces his mind away from what he had to relive. He doesn’t expect you to pull away for a moment your tears still falling. You thought you would loose him like you did everyone else. It’s then that he clicks he was yours….. he moves your hair from your face wiping your tear that fell before letting his hand rest on your cheek. Slowly you lean in kissing him. He swears his heart stops, or maybe it’s his brain that does. One things for sure, he won’t mess this up.

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Authors note:

Sorry for the rushed ending😭

Also I didn’t reread this to check for mistakes 😞