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[writing-red]

𝑂𝐵𝑋𝐽𝐽 - 𝐵𝑈𝐶𝐾𝑌 𝐵𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐸𝑆 𝑅𝐸𝐶 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

SIDE ONE | SIDE TWO

This is side two of my new Bucky Barnes Recommendation List. Again, I just want to say a huge thank you to the writers on here and how you guys have got me and so many other people through these tough times we have faced the past years. You’re writing has impacted me so much as it got me through last year especially, I’m so thankful I found this fandom a year ago! This list is here to showcase your amazing work and my favourites.

This includes my personal favourite drabbles, one-shots and finished or ongoing series. This mostly includes; Avenger Bucky, TFATWS Bucky and Bucky x reader. (Find my Biker Bucky list here and my AU Bucky list here)

Last Updated (I always add new recs on here every so often): 2nd march 2022

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𖤣@msmarvelwrites

in you i find solace 18+

It wasn't his lips you were kissing, of this he was sure. But in your need, you fit. Jagged with scar, but belonging all the same. endgame bucky x reader

for old times' sake 18+

“Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,” Tfatws bucky x reader

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here goes

you’ve been pining for Bucky Barnes for eight years. three years ago, you left the Compound. so, what happens when you get invited to an Avengers charity event at the Tower? avenger bucky x reader

heavy bruising

a court-mandated therapy session brings you and bucky back together after months of not speaking, bringing up memories of the mission that fucked everything up in the first place. Tfatws bucky x reader

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𖤣@mareli-carter

earned my wings teaching guys like you

After a mission leaves Bucky in the med bay, the team pushes you away and lets you know exactly what they think of you. Bucky isn’t pleased. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @mvtthewmurdvck

can we kiss forever

he wants you, he just doesn't want to admit it. bucky barnes x fem! reader

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𖤣@mallowswriting

safe keeping

you and bucky barnes keep getting assigned together on missions,  despite bruce and nat’s concerns that you won’t be able to handle yourself against him if something goes wrong with the former winter soldier. but will you be able to show everyone else - and, most importantly, bucky - that you are not breakable, and can decide for yourself who you trust to have your back. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @nexusnyx

wake up, jack! 18+

The costume his baby chooses for Stark Foundation Halloween Party is the last thing Bucky expected to ever see her in, and at the same time, as soon as he sees her he thinks—of course. How would she be anything else? Now all that's left is for Bucky to discover how will he survive an hour before he can escape and take her with him. That attire demands a response at its own level. TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

nothings gonna hurt you baby

The days go by slower whenever he's around. You've noticed already how grounding Bucky can be—everything in his presence brings you back to earth, and it's unlike anything before. Your head lived in the clouds for most of your life. Somehow, Bucky bumped into you almost a year ago and now, even the darkest time of the year couldn't bring you down. bucky x reader

to the moon and back | part 2

Out of all the outcomes for his life, Bucky never expected this. In his mind, being a partner, a friend, and a father was never an option. Too much trauma on the table, not enough mind on his shoulders for such a thing. When you crash into his life after one of his missions, he never expects you to be the person to give it all to him, but he should've known something big was coming the second you silenced all the voices in his head just by simply being there. Tfatws bucky x reader

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𖤣 @ohtobeleah

fernie 18+

After a heart to heart with Sam in Louisiana, Bucky feels the need to help a ‘friend’ out after finally tracking her down, having disappearing right after Steve handed Sam the shield. Tfatws bucky x enhanced reader

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𖤣@ourhouseofchaos

midnight aid

Bucky pays you an unexpected visit in the middle of the night after a mission goes wrong and he’s badly hurt. Not the best bonding session given the fact that you both hate each other but your cat Alpine  manages to lift the mood. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @peachstyles

submission 18+

Bucky comes home from a long mission and reader learns of a new side of him. tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

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𖤣 @pellucid-constellations / masterlist

the shot heard around the tower

You just want to know if Bucky has feelings for you. Bucky just wants you to be okay. avenger bucky x reader

i can save you this time

It’s the 4th of July and you’ve never been more sick. Turns out you aren’t the only one in the compound that stayed home from the celebration. avenger bucky x reader

the things we carry with us

You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else? avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @picturetoburnnn

lubirea mea

enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, all of this applies. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @revengingbarnes

dog tags

Bucky isn’t sure he’s ready to fall in love. But one grand gesture might change the way he thinks. Bucky Barnes x reader

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𖤣 @real-jane

nostalgia for the new - masterlist

bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved. bucky barnes x female!reader shield agent

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𖤣 @starrysebastians

always tired but never of you

the five times you’re tired but never of bucky. avenger bucky x reader

painkillers and something more

lingering glances and subtle touches are fine, but all it takes is a little injury to turn whatever this is into something more. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @soldatsass

a few too many 18+

A night out at the bar with some friends on the Avengers team unravels as past feelings flood you when you see Bucky walk in with another woman. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @sinner-as-saint

questions 18+

While on a mission, you’re stuck in an area of a building with your fellow Avenger, Bucky Barnes with whom you may or may not have a love/hate relationship. And while waiting for someone to come rescue you, you both find quite an interesting way to keep yourselves occupied. avenger bucky x reader

we cant stop, we're enemies 18+

After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Sam’s migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each other’s nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @spilledkauffie

still having nightmares

bucky's nightmares are forever following him into the depths of sleep. bucky x reader

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𖤣 @shurisneakers

reform

in which he has a breakdown. bucky x reader

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𖤣 @starsvck / masterlist

among the layers 18+

bucky barnes attempts to live in a new future, he’s trying, he really is, but he’s got a secret, a pretty little secret with the sweetest of smiles and gentle of touches. tfatws bucky x reader

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𖤣 @scrumptious-delusion

murder on the dancefloor

you're ecstatic to learn that your latest mission involves a 70s themed party. your partner however, is not. bucky barnes x agent!female reader

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𖤣 @sagechanoafterdark / masterlist

codename lazarus - masterlist 18+

Things are complicated between you and James Barnes. For you, life doesn’t mean much when you never stay dead for very long. But it might just be an ex-soviet assassin that convinces you to start living again. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @spiderbitchspiderbitch

to be a god or hero - masterlist

after being alive for a hundred and twenty some odd years, you think you’d have learned to be immune to the smile of any handsome, leather-clad man with pretty eyes ............ but Bucky Barnes isn’t just anyone, and neither are you. in fact, the two of you might have a lot more in common than you think. tfatws bucky x reader

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𖤣 @seventven / masterlist

girl scout cookies

bucky goes to the captain america exhibition at the smithsonian in an attempt to find out more about his past. a girl scout recognises and blackmails him. bucky one shot

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𖤣 @starshipsofstarlord / masterlist

madripoor muse 18+

Bucky harbours feelings for you, but despite Sam’s inflatable encouragement, refuses to inform you of them. However, seeing you pretend to be Zemo’s girlfriend whilst on a mission, more so when the criminal knows what strings he is pulling at, happens to infuriate him inevitably. tfatws bucky x reader

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𖤣 @syntheticavenger

hurricane 18+

Bucky Barnes is a storm of his own. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @tropicalcap / masterlist

neon signs 18+

After a tough decision is made during a mission, Bucky decides he’s kept his feelings quiet for too long. avenger bucky x reader

the middle 18+

Friends, enemies, lovers... all at once or none at all. It’s all just one blurred line anyway, isn’t it? avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @vacant--body

fresh start

bucky tries to surprise you by bringing home supplies to cut his hair, but he's a terrible lair, and terrible at hiding things. tfatws bucky x reader

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𖤣 @writing-for-marvel

liability

Bucky takes you under his wing when you become the outcast of the new special forces team working with the Avengers. avenger bucky x Agent!Reader

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𖤣 @writingsbychlo

new dress 18+

bucky is a big fan of your new dress, and even more so of the way it fits you, he just has to make sure you see that too. bucky x reader

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𖤣 @whirlybirbs

buzz cut szn

bucky trusts you with an important thing. tfatws bucky x reader

vacant mirrors masterlist

shit’s been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes. tfatws bucky x reader

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𖤣 @wkemeup (i could add all of her fics. they are all top tier)

the other side of the door

Bucky would do anything to keep you safe. Even if it meant sacrificing himself. Even if it took him to the bottom of the ocean. avenger bucky x reader

in shades of purple

While on a mission, you uncover footage of the Winter Soldier Project, exposing just how much torture Bucky had endured. avenger bucky x reader

behind the storm

On a mission, you're hit with a spell that takes away your ability to see. Bucky does what he can to make you feel safe. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @writingcroissant

just friends masterlist 18+

A friends with benefits story - It started as an arrangement between you and Bucky - a wildly questionable arrangement between friends - and it resulted in a confrontation with someone from your thoroughly buried past and therefore a long overdue mission to kill. avenger bucky x reader

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𖤣 @writing-red

pretty boy 18+

there was one person that bucky barnes could never beat, an enhanced French super solider he had encountered in his time as the winter solider, and he hasn't forgotten her. tfatws!bucky barnes x enhanced!reader

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𖤣 @wordywarriorwrites / masterlist

wicked cradle 18+

A new world. Another mission. A different partner. You and Bucky have the one-two punch combo down pat in no time and you're winning. But as the stakes get higher and things become even more dangerous, things start to change, and you both quickly discover that the past no longer defines either of you and that together, you can overcome anything. avenger bucky x reader

tightrope 18+

You’re sick of pretending it’s fine. Bucky’s tired of tap-dancing around it. And when push comes to shove, you both decide to stop playing games. bucky x reader

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𖤣 @19ana45

delicate

Who knew that studying neuroscience and dating Bucky Barnes would be a seemingly incompatible combination? Bucky Barnes x Reader

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[writing-red]

pretty boy

18+ only! please be responsible with the media you intake!

pairing: tfatws!bucky barnes x enhanced!reader

summary: there was one person that bucky barnes could never beat, an enhanced French super solider he had encountered in his time as the winter solider, and he hasn't forgotten her.

warnings: suicidal ideation, murder, nazis, fights, violent language, sexual tension, so much plot, slow slow slow burn. smut! oral sex, f receiving, m receiving.

word count: 9.3k

a/n: I am so excited that I'm finally posting this, it's been my baby for months- and this is my first smut! very exciting. also I'm not sure how I feel about no capital letters, let me know if y'all have any positive/negative feelings towards them <3 also ahem jaw clench?

1956

“a vodka martini with a twist, please,” the silk coated voice ordered, catching the soldiers attention. “well, you're prettier than I thought hydra's muscle would be,” she remarked, causing him to turn to her.

"who are you?" the solider queried

"I’m not on your side, I can tell you that," the sleekly dressed french accent responded.

the solider studied the woman who had approached him at the bar, upon his initial scan of the casino he hadn't assumed her to be a threat though she was quickly proving him wrong.

"why are you here?" he continued his interrogation.

"to stop you from killing my associate."

"how did you know about my mission?"

the spy simply winked at the solider, picked up her drink, and leaving the assassin slightly disoriented. despite the woman being a clear and definite threat to his mission, the winter solider couldn't help but become entranced by her. it was an odd sensation for the man, his mind was conditioned to focus on the mission at hand, but something about her presence made him feel like a person, not the winter solider. when he came out of his daze he scanned the room, looking for the spy only for her to be nowhere to be seen. for a while he remained at the bar, partly wishing she would return, and partly because it had the most clear sightlines throughout the casino. eventually, he spotted his target enter, some MI6 agent under the alias 007 who had been causing problems for hydra and their associates. as he sat at a craps table, the spy from earlier joined him. james hadn’t even seen her amongst the crowds, and wasn’t sure where she had come from. he tried to brush the thoughts away and focus on the mission, he hadn’t failed a handler yet, but he knew that was not an option.

after quite some time the two rose from their spots at the table and made their way over to the bar, the woman leading the way. sitting on either side of the winter solider the spies first ignored him, the man ordering “a medium dry vodka martini, lemon peel. shaken, not stirred,” and the spy, “lilet on the rocks, s’il vous plait.”

after their drinks arrived the man finally turned to address the winter solider. “my associate here has told me a lot about you, in fact, she says you’re here to kill me.”

the solider didn’t respond.

“unfortunately for you dear I’ve got other work to take care of on this trip, but maybe another time,” he droled, after hearing the woman’s voice every other paled in comparison.

meanwhile the spy slid him a room key, “see you later.” she leaned into the assassins right ear “barnes” and again the two left the infamous killer shocked and confused by the contents of his own head.

james’ mind raced, ‘barnes’ she had called him, was that supposed to be his name? all the scientists and handlers every referred to him was as the soldier or the asset, never by any particular name- nonetheless he knew that he had a job to do, and while he had been outnumbered in the past, he had never lost a fight, and had never returned to a handler empty handed. he didn’t intend to start now. after a final drink the solider departed the bar to find the room number attached to the key he had been given, 197. in the room sat his spy, applying lipstick in the vanity, and his target showering in the bathroom.

“I only have to kill you if you get in my way,” he said to the spy, even though protocol was to kill anyone who even laid eyes on him.

“then I just guess you’ll have to kill me, barnes,” she said nonchalantly, not even sparing him a look as she blotted her lipstick on a tissue.

“who is that, barnes?” he asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

“that’s you, cherie.”

the assassin furrowed his brows, frustrated at the thick grey cloud that had formed in his head which refused to let him navigate his own thoughts or understand what she was telling him. part of him new she was right, which only angered him further. acting on instinct he pulled a knife out of his thigh holster and with impecable aim, threw it at her torso. although, inexplicably, the knife hit the wall behind her and she was standing, now a few paces away from the vanity.

“ts- that is going to cost a pretty penny, good thing this isn’t my tab.”

“that should have killed you,” barnes said, taking another step forward.

“but it didn’t, did it?” she stepped forward to meet him, the two now only a few paces apart.

“what are you, a witch?”

“what, are you going to burn me at the stake if I say yes?”

finally, james threw a heavy punch, intended to strike her cheek, although like the knife his fist did not meet its target. After the uns he turned to find her standing where he had been, but even closer than before.

“what are you?!” he asked again as he threw another punch.

“not a witch,” she shrugged, dodging the punch and with a low kick sweeping his legs out from underneath him, and stepping forward to stand over him. “and you aren’t much of a ballerina, are you petit garçon?”

“I thought I was your petit garçon, y/n?” the soldiers target finally stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist.

“bouf, get dressed bond, I have this handled.”

“oui, mademoiselle."

just before james could ask again the spy opened her ruby red lips to answer the question burning in his mind. “they call me nightmare-bringer,” she said, kneeling so that she was stradling his torso. “I am not a witch but I am a telepath.” james sucked in a breath as she leaned forward, placing one hand on the ground next to his head to steady herself and two fingers on his right temple. “I can see in here, place thoughts, see your dreams, your nightmares, your memories. and to some extent I can,” she paused, sat up, then suddenly james’ knife which had previously been in the wall was in her hand. “manipulate the state of objects and matter,” she returned the knife to his holster. “does that answer your question, james?”

in a second the winter solider flipped them over, leaving him straddling her hips with his knife to her throat, and her laying underneath him with a smug smile on her face. “I’m not leaving without 007’s life, even if that means I have to take yours.”

“you really think after what I just told you that you could kill me?” she asked.

“I’m the winter solider, I have killed over thirty of the highest trained spies and assassins in the world, I’m sure-”

“try and move your knife then, winter soldier,” she goaded him. “slit my throat, leave me on this floor to bleed out then go shoot bond in the head.”

james tried to do exactly that, but his left arm was completely frozen, it wasn’t responding to him at all. “what did you do?”

“I already told you. now as much as I enjoy being underneath you, pretty boy. bond and I have a missin of our own to finish,” the so called nightmare-bringer brought her fingers back up to james’ right temple once more. “you are james buchanan barnes, born march tenth 1917 to george and winnifred barnes. you know who you are bucky, you have the power to fight hydra, you have control over your own mind.” and with those words, bucky crashed to the floor beside her, not dead, just deeply unconcious.

“we have three days before he wakes up,” y/n said, standing up from the floor as the british spy exited the bathroom in another black suit.

“with moves like yours it shouldn’t take us more than twenty-four hours.”

three days later james woke up from his sleep, which had been full of his favorite memories from new york and the war, the only evidence of the two spies being the hole in the wall from the winter soldiers knife and her lipstick which laid on the vanity.

1969

"hello, pretty boy," her sleek voice startled the winter solider as he hadn't heard her approach, not many people could successfully sneak up on him.

he whipped around, intense eyes trained on the spy in front of him, her figure and voice for some reason familiar to the solider.

"are you going to keep staring? or are we going to fight? because you know I can't let you leave with the doctor, or his life," she said, nodding to the nobel-prize winning chemist he had tied up and barely conscious in the corner of the hotel ballroom.

the winter solider responded by unsheathing a dagger and taking a step toward her.

"if you attack me with that, soldat, I'll bring out toys of my own," she said ominously.

"to what are you referencing?" he asked, his voice rough from little use.

"are you telling me you don’t remember our last encounter, winter solider?" she asked, tilting her head to the right.

"nightmare-bringer," he murmured the nickname their world had for the mutant spy as a foggy memory of their previous encounter surfaced, monte carlo 1956; she had left him unconscious in a hotel room for three days forcing him to return to hydra without having completing his mission and having been beaten by the french.

"exactly, now we can either bring that," she looked at the knife. "into this, or we could fight like men."

"do you always try to be funny in serious situations?" the solider asked with a scowl, bothered by her lack of sincerity.

"are you stalling because you're afraid to hit a girl or because you're afraid to fight me?" she retorted, her siren-like voice distracting and confusing him.

feeling baited and upset the solider charged her with the knife still in hand although after a few steps and with a twist of the mutant’s hand he was suddenly stopped, no longer in control of his body.

"ah- ah soldat I warned you about what would happen if you brought toys into this," she said with the disappointed tone of a school teacher.

"why can't I move?" he grumbled.

"darling, don't you remember? I'm special, enhanced, I am what they call a telepath. I have access to you, to others, to things, how they appear, what thoughts cross a mind, so on and so on of course I can't show you my entire hand." with that she released her hand and he fell forward with the momentum he had previously been unable to release. "still not quite the ballerina are you petit garçon?"

he scoffed as he quickly found his way back to his feet, little boy she had called him, the last thing he could be described as was little, nor was he a boy. he quickly threw the knife he'd had in his hand in the direction of the spies heart. although, she turned, gracefully dodging the knife, allowing it to lodge itself in the wall behind her. she reached behind her, grabbed it, and threw it back before the assassin could blink. the knife landed perfectly between his feet. she took a step forward, hand raised, she waved her hand from left to right moving a chair from a table through the air to the back of the solider. with another step and a push, against his will he fell into the chair.

she stepped forward again, they were now only a couple of paces apart. "are you going to put up a fight or are you going to let me rescue him so easily?" she inquired.

to his surprise the soldier was able to stand, he stepped forward while throwing a punch, the spy easily dodging it yet again and countering with a swift kick to his waist. however, he saw the move coming and he grabbed her leg, forcing her to flip around in order to escape his grip. he pulled her up from the ground by the back of her shirt and pulled her back into him, drawing another knife and holding it to her throat.

"you've still got a thing for knives, haven't you, soldat?" she teased with a wink despite their situation before using her left hand to summon the knife she had left on the floor to her hand and stabbing into the solider's left thigh forcing him to drop his knife in surprise and allowing her to turn and push him back into the chair. she swiftly made her way to the doctor, collected him, and left him with one last thing. "remember who you are, james buchanan barnes, born march tenth 1917 to george and winnifred barnes. you know who you are bucky, you have the power to fight hydra, you have control over your own mind," and with a wave of her hand the super solider went crashing to the floor, she flooded his mind with memories of his past, doing her best to help him liberate his mind from hydra.

three days bucky awoke, the spy had gently placed him on the bed in the hotel room, and from what he could tell the room had not been touched since their fight, just like the last time they met.

1992

“soldat” the voice of his new handler spoke. “your next target is known to the intelligence world as nightmare-bringer. a spy and asset for the french, we want you to bring her in, alive as she is a threat to hydra’s mission but could potientially serve us with the right persuasion. ready to comply, winter solider?”

“ready to comply.”

they sent him to a dingy apartment in paris where he was meant to watch her, clock her routine, learn everything about her. according to her file, which was remarkably thin, he had encountered her twice; once in 1956 and once in 1969 neither meeting he remembered but as the file noted each encounter she had survived. he skimmed the file again, she worked for the french government, her name and age were unknown, but she showed signs of not having aged. finally, what stood out in bright red ink at the bottom of the single page which made up her file was that she was incredibly dangerous.

days past, and the solider lived off of rations as he tried to watch the woman although she only appeared on the cobblestone streets below twice. once leaving the directorate-general and once upon her return a few days later, forcing him to assume she resided within their walls. having discovered there was no routine for him to follow he moved his post to the café directly facing the government building in order to follow her the next time she left, at least now he wasn’t eating freeze dried dinners.

it was another week until he saw her again. his eyes found her instantly as she swiftly departed the directorate-general. quickly, james fished out enough francs to cover his coffee before rising to follow her. considering hydra wanted her back breathing, and she was considered to be as dangerous as she was, the solider knew this mission would require time and caution on his end; spook her too soon and he could lose her, forcing him to return empty-handed yet again; alert her of his presence and he could lose his life. he followed her down porte de lilas to the nearest metro station, keeping enough of a distance so that she wouldn’t notice him, together they boarded the green line which eventually turned into a train to marseille, which of course james boarded. the four hour trip felt like days to the solider, he couldn’t help but find the presence of the spy confusing, almost as if being around her caused a grey fog to settle in his mind. although there was another part of him that was focused on her beauty, the way her eyes would glow when the sun hit her, and the deep red that was settled on her lips. the asset was so focused on her and his thoughts that he almost missed her getting off the train in cassis. with no bags to haul the assassin hurried off the train in pursuit of his mission. he couldn’t help but question what frances greatest asset was doing in the small fishing town, which had no known organized crime or vilanous activity to note. finally after following her cab, the two arrived at a small house at the edge of the small town.

when the winter solider arrived he met the spy standing at the properties gate, looking down the mossy path grievously as if it had been wrongfully stolen from her. while he was ready for a fight she quickly disarmed him with her words.

“every time I encounter you I can’t help but wonder if it would have been easier for me if they had taken my memories like they took yours,” the spy said, looking at the house once more before turning to face the assassin.

how long had she known he was following her, he wondered.

“since you stepped into france with the mission to kidnap me,” she responded to the question he was sure he had only thought. “mm- I guess my folder didn’t tell you that I can read minds, did it?” she turned back to look at the house.

“no, they let me keep my memories, instead of brainwashing me they made sure I know that if I step one foot out of line they die,” she nodded towards the cottages great big kitchen window in which an older lady, likely in her eighties, and a younger woman who seemed to be in her fifties, both who resembled the woman standing in front of james. “I could care less if they were to kill me, if you were to take me to hydra. but I couldn’t stand to see my family die, not after they fought for their lives, for mine, after all they sacrificed.”

“why are you telling me all of this?” the winter solider inquired.

“because I’m just going to let you forget after this is done. you aren’t going to complete your mission, bucky, I’m sorry. I’ll let you forget this, all of it. then I’ll put you on a train, put you to sleep, and you’ll wake up with back them.” she shook her head, trying to rid herself of the tears that were threatening to spill. “I’ve wanted to help you, I’ve tried to help you, since we first met but I know that our encounters only bring you more pain. if I were stronger I would escape, take you with me, but I can’t bare to leave them.” finally, a hot tear cascaded down her cheek.

she stepped forward and placed two fingers on the mans right temple, instantly hundreds of memories rushed into his head and bucky shared a tear along with her, finally able to see everything that had been stolen from him over the last fifty years. her hand moved from his temple to his cheek, cupping the side of his face, "I've always loved you my pretty boy. I truly am sorry that it couldn't be me who saved you, no, you’ll have to do that yourself"

2024

"he even has a bad nickname. hell, he does look like me though." sam remarked as zemo showed him an image of the man he was portraying.

"you smell this?" zemo asked, taking advantage of the lull in conversation.

"yeah, what is that? acid?" asked sam.

"madripoor. no matter what happens we have to stay in character. our lives depend on it. there's no margin for error," zemo explained as their ride turned to face their destination

"I heard you missed me, pretty boy," a sleek accented voice interrupted, the speaker cloaked in darkness.

"do you two hear that?" bucky asked sam and zemo as he reached for his gun at the potential threat, not having heard the voice approach.

"this is agent y/l/n of dgse," sam answered as the former spy stepped out of the darkness of madripoor's shadows and forward where the cars headlights could identify her. "we worked together back in ‘09. I invited her to keep an eye on our pet-terrorist."

"I thought she was french intelligence," zemo questioned, although the man was clearly more unnerved by the presence of a telepath than of her possible government affiliations. although bucky couldn't hear him over the memories of the spy that were racing through his head. hers was the voice that had been ringing through his mind, the one that graced his dreams, and saved him from his nightmares ever since he left hydra.

"I retired from government work," she responded, her statement clearly a cloak for something else. "well, are you just going to stare, james?" she asked bucky, snapping him out of his trance.

"he does that often," sam said.

"I didn't think you were real," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't been able to get you out of my head since-"

"somebody has a crush on the mutant," zemo muttered under his breath in a childish sing-songy tone.

"james and I have a bit of a history. mmm, he was often unable to speak when I caught him," she said, that knowing smirk of hers flashing across her face as she walked towards the mercedes. "now, my terms are that I get to leave when I want, and that I get to eradicate him without veto," she gestured to zemo. "if I see fit." zemo had left quite the mark on quite a few people, not just the avengers.

"I think those are terms we can all get on board with," sam shrugged.

"do I get a say?" zemo asked

"no," y/n and sam sharply responded in unison.

"alright then," she nodded. "what's the plan?"

in the car, zemo took the front seat while making the two soliders pile into the back with y/n in-between sam and bucky.

under the blue-green light and admist the rain everyone fell silent for a moment, sam in particular taking in the sights of the high-rises and far away world of hightown.

"one more time, no matter what happens we all need to stay in character. our lives depend on it. there's no margin for error. myself baron zemo, smiling tiger, the winter solider, and nightmare-bringer. mack as my friend, the spy on my arm, and the solider as our protection," zemo looked back on the middle seat where the retired-spy was sitting with distrust lacing his glare. "lucky for us mademoiselle deciding to abandon her government to work as a for-hire assassin has dirtied up her reputation just enough to get by."

"what, zemo, you think I'm une sainte-nitouche? or are you bothered that there is a super-solider and a mutant in the car?" she retorted and zemo fell silent. "qu'est que je pense," she muttered.

"so where'd you get the nickname, pretty boy?" sam asked, excited to have someone along who'd bully barnes alongside him.

"well, back then his hair about as long than mine, he was always wearing eye makeup, and look at him," she said, gesturing towards him and smirking yet again. "he's just so pretty."

bucky remained silent and kept his visage neutral, but under her gaze he felt butterflies ruffle around his stomach which he promptly ignored as the car fell to silence with him.

once they arrived to lowtown they organized according to plan, zemo leading with y/n on his arm, sam close behind, and bucky enough paces behind them all to fall perfectly into the roll of soldat. although all he could care to look at was how close and how tight zemo was holding y/n, and how deeply it upset him.

they navigated their way through a tough crowd of people, exactly the kind they had been expecting, till zemo quietly alerted them that they had arrived. stepping into a bar his grip on y/n tightened and he transitioned to speaking russian.

"ready to comply," he asked although his voice had the tone of a demand. "winter solider?" zemo doled out the command loudly enough to notify the bar that he had re-activated the solider.

bucky didn't respond, his face grim, and his jaw tight.

a few people were catching on to who had just entered room, one man specifically noticing bucky and y/n, asking, "is that the winter solider?"

“whoever he is watch yourself, that’s nightmare-bringer, I’m sure of it,” another whispered

sam, zemo, and y/n approached the bar, bucky on it's corner taking a vantage point. as they relaxed into their roles, zemo removed his grip from y/n's arm and moved his hand to her lower back. the barons touches silently enraging bucky. he couldn't understand why he was being so territorial around y/n considering she had only ever been an obstacle for him. but he swallowed his jealousy and tightened his jaw as he threw his attention into being the winter solider once more.

"hello, gentlemen, mademoiselle. wasn't expecting you, smiling tiger" the bartender greeted you all.

"his plans changed. we have business to do with selby." zemo responded in attempts to squash the bartenders evident doubts.

"the usual?" he asked sam who responded with a curt nod.

the bartender turned to retrieve a large clearly venomous snake from a jar, causing sam to worry about whatever the smiling tiger's 'usual' was, and what he would be forced into drinking.

"smiling tiger, your favorite," zemo said, his way of reminding sam to stay in character.

for zemo and his girl the bartender poured shots of what was likely high-end vodka, something fit for the eastern-european and whatever girl he had with him this time.

"I love these," sam said, raising his drink, trying desperately to convince himself to drink the snake guts.

"cheers, conrad," zemo toasted him and the three downed their drinks.

bucky had to stifle his laugh as he watched sam wince to take down the snake guts. although he didn't have much time to enjoy his partner's distress as a bulky bearded man approached zemo.

"I got word from on high. you ain't welcome here," zemo removed his hand from y/n's back and turned to face the man who was now in his face.

"I have no business with the power broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me-" zemo trailed off, gesturing at the winter solider, then at nightmare-bringer.

"new hair cut?" the man asked, looking at bucky.

"or bring selby for a chat," zemo finished his thought and the man turned away.

"a power broker, really?" bucky muttered.

"every kingdom needs its king," zemo responded. "lets just pray we stay under his radar."

"do you know him?" sam asked

"only by reputation. in madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner."

while the boys were talking y/n had been observing the crowd, the guns coming out of pockets, brass knuckles slipped onto fingers, knives being polished, and everyone wanting to be the one to take down the infamous winter solider. it didn't take a telepath to get the message that everyone in the bar wanted them dead and skinned.

she leaned in to whisper to zemo to warn him of the thoughts wrapping around the room, "you'll have to activate le soldat."

zemo had felt the eyes in the bar on them as well, and  turned to face bucky and started speaking to him in russian, "winter solider, attack."

a man placed his hand on the baron's shoulder and bucky launched into action, as he dislocated the brutes shoulder and threw him on the floor as if he was simply throwing out a trash bag, he heard zemo behind him giving a command to y/n in french.

"nightmare-bringer, observes," he commanded her, prompting the mutant to turn and keep a close eye on the winter solider and the minds of the men attacking him. although the three knew that the winter solider didn't need any help in a situation like this. no, zemo was just showing off his little collection, flexing the power he so desperately wished he had.

the winter solider threw men across the room, took tables out from underneath assassins, and eventually made his way back across the room carrying a man by his throat only to slam him down on the bar before zemo and the bars patrons as a type of sacrifice.

y/n heard guns around the room start to click and you put your hand on zero's shoulder, "finit."

zemo nodded and turned back towards bucky, speaking to him again in russian, "well done, soldat."

"selby will see you now" the bartender announced to the four over the sounds of the man choking allowing bucky to finally release him.

"you good?" sam asked to which bucky responded with a curt nod and a sharp breath.

they made their way to selby's office which was coated in sheets of red, green, and yellow lights. stacks of money from every currency sat unorganized on any and every surface although it was clear every one had been accounted for. it was bare yet luxurious and full of malcontent. they entered, zemo with his arm snaked around y/n yet again, with sam and bucky following not far behind.

"you should know, baron," selby's short ringed fingers tapped on the top of her leather couch. "people don't just come into my bar and make demands."

"not a demand. an offer," zemo stated, taking a seat in front of selby, and gesturing for y/n to sit on the couches arm nearest him, perched like an expensive bird. meanwhile, sam and bucky took posts around the room. all three of the soldiers assesssed the threats that faced them in the room from selby’s four body guards, to the gun on her hip.

"a lot has changed since you was here last," said selby. "by the way I thought you were rotting away in a german prison. how did you escape?" she tilted her head mockingly. coated in snake skin through her coat, her couch, her scarf.

"people like us always find a way, don't we?" zemo responded ominously. "I'm sure you've already figured out what I'm here for."

"you're taller than I'd heard, smiling tiger," selby turned to look at sam who had chosen a spot to her left. she growled teasingly at him before turning her gaze back to zemo, "what's the offer?"

"tell us what you know about the super-solider serum. and I give you him," zemo gestured to the winter solider who was stationed to his left. "along with the code words to control him, of course."

but selby looked almost uninterested at the offer to possess and control the worlds most infamous assassin, her eyes instead on the mutant that sat before her.

"what about her, mademoiselle here in the red?" selby asked, shooting y/n a hungry glance.

"nightmare bringer?" zemo asked, bringing his hand to her cheek. "well she doesn't come with a set of codes, a bit harder to control selby, if you understand me."

selby's hungry smile widened at the possibilities zemo was suggesting. "although you keep her under tight enough lock and key, and you shouldn't have an issue," with that zemo smacked her cheek sharply enough to leave a temporary cherry-red mark forcing bucky to swallow a grimmace.

"now that's the zemo I remember. I'm glad I decided not to kill you immediately. especially you, sweetheart," she said, looking y/n up and down like she was a piece of art she had just won in a bidding contest and was now ready to take home and get reframed. "yeah, you were right to come to me," she directed towards zemo. "arrogant, but right. the super-solider serum is here in madripoor. dr wilfred nagel is the man you wanna thank, or condemn, depending on what side of this you're on. the power broker had him working on the serum, but-" she paused. "baron, why don't you have our little darling in red come sit with me? just so I can be sure I like the merchandise."

"why of course," zemo nodded her towards selby. "la soldate, va et asseoir avec madam."

the mutant rose from her seat and crossed the room without a second thought, two steps ahead of the room anyways, selby encouraging her to sit directly at her side with her legs up on the couch and leaning into the older woman.

"oh darling, you shine even brighter up close, so glad you ditched those nasty frenchies for us scum of the earth," she sneered, running her hands over the woman's hair as if she were an expensive cat. "as I was saying, things simply didn't go as planned."

"is nagel still in madripoor?" zemo asked.

"make sure you know, that you can't find nagel without me, baron, no one else but me and-" selby was cut off by the sound of sams phone buzzing, causing her to abandon her new pet and rise to confront him.

instantly zemo, bucky, and y/n were on alert, unsure of who was on the line and what selby would do.

"answer it. on speaker," she demanded.

initially sam played his role well, giving selby enough of a reason to believe he was who he was pretending to be. until, naturally, things had to start going south.

"sam, I'm sorry. I'll call you back," sarah huffed, exasperated with her brothers antics

"sam? who's sam?" selby demanded. "kill them!"

however, before anything could happen a bullet pierced selby in the heart. the shock of her death gave sam the opportunity to knock out the guard on his tail, y/n to grasp the hand of he guard behind her pulling him over the couch and knocking him unconscious and laying him out on the floor below, and for bucky to dodge the final body guards bullet taking him out with a vibranium fist to the jaw.

"they're gonna pin this on us," sam said as the four hurried to the nearest exit.

"we have a real problem now. so leave your weapons and follow my lead." zemo instructed, prompting the four of you to follow him out in to the street.

welcomed by the sounds of phones pinging the spy reached into the nearest mind she could find, "there's a bounty out for selby's killer."

"this is not good," zemo responded.

continuing to scan the minds around them she was suddenly alerted, "drop!" the telepath warned the rest just before a round of gun shots were fired right where their heads had previously been.

each of them ran, y/n with zemo and sam with bucky, although the four ended up all together in an alley, surrounded but not outnumbered by motorcyclists. however, before anyone could prepare to fight gun shots took out each assassin from a nearby window.

"you seem to have a guardian angel," zemo mocked.

"sharon carter?" y/n turned to face shadows.

"well this is too perfect," the former shield agent then emerged with a gun drawn. "drop it zemo," prompting the man to place his hand gun on the ground. advancing, sharon ignored the spy, and moved towards james and sam. "you cost me everything."

"sharon, wait-" sam worked to deescalate the situation.

she kicked zemo's gun out of reach.

"someone recreated the super-solider serum and zemo had a lead."

"that explains why you guys are here. and selby's dead."

"so what are you doing here?" bucky asked.

"I stole steve's shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass so that you could save his ass from him," she emphasized her point by pointing the hand gun at each of the men before her. "and unlike you I didn't have the avengers to back me up. so I'm off the grid in madripoor."

"hey- don't blow that smoke at me, I was on the run too," sam pushed.

"was, is, big difference. I don't speak to my family anymore, my own father doesn't know where I am-"

"sharon," the spy interjected. "we need your help."

"why'd they rope you into this? and when'd you go rogue?"

"to keep tabs on their pet terrorist, and you know when. don’t play games, either help or don’t but you have to acknowledge they need your help."

after a moment sharon nodded. "this isn't over. I have a place in high-town, you should be safe there for a while."

again they all pilled into a car as sharon toted them to high town. it was immediately clear that the disgraced agent clearly wasn't struggling as much as she had let on back in that alley. the first floor of her apartment was filled with the classics of art history, van gogh, monet, stolen artwork littered the floor, shocking sam.

"come on, you guys need to change. I'm hosting clients in an hour."

while zemo chose to leave his leather fur-coat combo on, bucky opted for a black suit, y/n discarding the suffocatingly tight dress for pants and a lace adorned tank-top, and sam a simple grey turtleneck. while sam and sharon debated the morality of the superhero, zemo and bucky offering their opinion here and there, the telepath sat and watched. rarely was did she find herself unable to access someones mind, she was powerful and well-trained. however, sharon had something, y/n wasn't sure if it was a spell or training but she could only see what sharon wanted her to see and she had absolutely no control. the last time the two spies had worked together, that wasn't at all the case. this perplexed and worried y/n, even considering what she had went through over the past five years sharon was acting particularly jaded.

"before you were his pet psychopath, you were mr. america! cap's best friend," sharon poked at bucky.

"wow. she's kind of awful now," he noted.

as the conversation continued y/n continued to observe and dig, but despite her considerable power and talent was unable to break into sharon’s mind.

"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," sharon said, leaving the room as her and sam had finally come to an agreement.

"trouble-" zemo echoed

"I guess we should go then," sam said after an uncomfortable silence settled around the room.

'follow me' y/n projected the thought to bucky, she had to share her concerns with someone she knew could trust. in response, bucky waited to stand until after y/n had past him, following her out of the room and down into the loud crowd below.

while sam and zemo ventured off into the mass of madripoor's elite, y/n and bucky settled in a secluded spot at the end of the bar.

"james," the telepaths voice was barely loud enough for him to hear, particularly amongst the throbbing house music. "I'm going to say something to you." she brought up her hand and touched two fingers to his temple. "here, if you're okay with it, I'm not sure its safe for me to say aloud.

while the gesture caused those butterflies to flutter in his gut again, he swallowed the feeling and nodded, consenting to her invasion of his mind.

instantly he could feel her presence, 'its sharon, something is off. when we worked together, years ago, I could see her thoughts, I'd even helped her get rid of a few nightmares. but now? I can't see a thing, she is hiding something and she has more power than we think she does.'

bucky nodded to confirm he'd heard her, but part of him had also had to agree. he suspected that something was off about sharon, something was different. that, and he couldn't help but trust y/n's intuition, it hadn't been wrong before. meanwhile, he knew there wasn't anything either of them could do but keep an eye on things.

"in the meantime," he shouted over the music, deciding to do something to tame the butterflies. "can I have this dance?"

she responded with a smile, discarding her concern and extending her hand to him which he took to lead her to the dance floor. although, considering both were born in the last century the booming house music wasn't something either were particularly adept at dancing too.

"I miss the music from the forties too-" y/n said as the two did their best not to look out of place and enjoy one another.

"I just don't understand how everyone is dancing to this!" bucky shouted back.

after a few more songs and sharon finding the two to notify them she had found the doctor, bucky and y/n retired from the party.

"would you like a drink?" she asked, looking through the bottles sharon had on her bar cart.

"whatever you're having. hey, can I ask you a question?" bucky asked.

she nodded.

the super solider paused, self conscious about his inquiry. "if- if it makes you uncomfortable or if I'm overreaching please don't answer, I just have to ask."

she nodded again, "go ahead, james. I surely owe you a few answers."

"were you acting freely?"

"do you mean way back when? had I been brainwashed like you?" she clarified.

"I guess," he responded, not having considered she may have been coerced to work for her government in any other way.

"well I was a little jewish girl with mutant abilities in nazi france so no, they didn't have to," she said, and thought for a moment. "although, I'm pretty sure for those first few years hydra had there hands on me, the french got me in the end," she poured two double lillets, and crossed to the couch to sit next to bucky. "after the occupation my government didn't want to give me back to my parents so they convinced them that I was too dangerous to return home. then they resumed the tests the germans, or hydra, had started, and trained me to be a spy, a solider. they held my life and my families lives over my head, promising that if I didn't comply they would have us executed for treason," she finally raised your eyes to meet his. "the first time I tried to leave, in 1998, they brought my family to paris and killed them in front of me, one by one. and I didn't try anything again until just before the blip" her gaze fell back to the drink between her hands. "and don't apologize, james, if anyone should be apologizing its me."

"no, I wasn't, it's stupid- I hate it when people apologize for things like that, shit they didn’t do, had no control over," he responded. "although I am sorry if I was prying."

"no, I would want to know too if I were you. although, if you don’t mind, I have to ask. do you remember the third time we met, in august 1992?”

bucky shook his head no. “I thought it was just ‘56 and ‘69.”

she swallowed the guilt that had been bubbling in her throat since their first encounter. “I guess wakanda wasn’t able to get you all your memories back, hmm?”

when bucky didn’t respond y/n continued.

“you were sent on a mission to retrieve me for hydra, they were sick of me beating you and they wanted to add me to the collection,” she began to explain. “you watched me for weeks with no luck until one day you caught a break. occasionally my handlers would let me visit my family, mostly, I think, to remind me of my place, and what would happen should I try and leave,” she looked down at the couch the two were sitting on, overwhelmed by guilt and melancholy, she had buried this memory as deep as it would go. “you met me at the gate to my childhood home where I finally told you who I was-” she paused and looked up at james, finally finding eye contact again. “I took the memory from you entirely after I left you on that train back to saint petersburg. would you mind if I gave it back?”

bucky shook his head again, “no.”

she laid him back on the couch, nervous about the impact of receiving a stolen memory may have, before placing her hand on his right cheek and letting the solemn memory flow back into his brain. experiencing the memory again, and in its purest most honest form, caused bucky to shed a tear. it was encased in both hers and his pain, her grief for her family and for him and her knowledge of what he once was. after he processed the memory he sat up to see her silently sobbing. again she was torturing herself for what she hadn’t done. without a second thought with his right hand bucky wiped the tears from her face and leaned in to kiss her. in that kiss he imbued every thought he’d ever had about her; about how her eyes glowed in the sun, how her presence could clear the clouds in his mind, how her red lips could entrance him, but most importantly how through everything he had been through she gave him a sense of self and gave him something to hold onto. after the two broke the kiss he pulled her into a tight hug, never wanting to let go of her again, he finally had what he had been searching for for so long.

eventually when they broke the hug bucky pulled steve's journal out of his jacket pocket, opening it up to his list of names. "my therapist had me make a list," he explained. "of people I wronged during my time as the winter solider, people I want to make amends with," his finger traced the page to the top where nightmare-bringer sat uncrossed.

"james, as I said you don't owe me any apologies-" she started but he cut her off.

"the only two people I could remember when I escaped hydra were steve and you. I've wanted to find you since, but your existence is just as mystic as the winter solider's," he closed the notebook. "this, was the only way I could be sure I would remember you. so that I could find you, and-"

"well it seems fortune is on your side tonight," she said, a smile gracing the place where he usually found a smirk before leaning in to kiss him again.

this kiss was different than the last they had shared. this kiss was imbued with the passion each had held for one another for nearly sixty years now and the jealousy bucky had been collecting all night. y/n grabbed his arm pulled bucky in closer, neither could seem to get enough of the other, then wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

“y’know doll the only reason you were always getting the better hand is because ninety percent of the time I was preoccupied thinking of doing this to you,” bucky said before he started to kiss along her jaw then down the side of her neck.

a delicate moan slipped out of y/n’s throat as she felt his hot lips find that spot, “what do you think was running through my mind when I had you pinned down in monte carlo?”

“if my memory serves, I ended up on top in monte carlo,” bucky retorted as he guided her back so that she was now laying down on the couch and he was hovering over her. “we could always recreate it, redo it the way I’d always imagined.”

she propped herself up and met buckys lips with hers, “try me, pretty boy.”

something snapped in bucky, that nickname, she had to know that it just drove him crazy. the way her silken voice echoed those two words could make him melt into a puddle. he pushed her back down, this time with a bit more force and traced his lips and hands down her chest, stopping to unbutton her top which when proving itself too dainty of a task, he resorted to just ripping the silk blouse off of her. before she could respond with some witty remark bucky latched his mouth onto her breast, biting, nipping, and tracing his kisses over them hard enough to leave a few marks and causing a breathy moan to depaart from her pink lips.

“god, bucky.”

the man over her groaned, “wait till I’ve got my head between those pretty thighs of yours, doll. then I’ll have you seeing god.” bucky trailed down her torso, once at her waist taking her slacks down with him, till she was only left in her bra which was half off, and black underwear that had a prominent wet stain at her core. “so wet for me and so quickly, hmm doll? and to think I was ever intimidated by you.”

“c’mere,” she grunted, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt. “and take this off.”

“as you wish,” he complied with a smirk, pulling the shirt off in one swift movement. “now I don’t have to be a mind reader to know you like what you see.”

“you cocky bastard, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is. or isn’t, should I say.”

he leaned down to place another, softer, kiss on her plump lips, “as you wish my dear.” again the super solider trailed down to the telepaths cunt, placing soft kisses and nipping at the flesh of her inner thighs before pulling off her underwear. “so gorgeous, and all for me,” bucky groaned, clenching his jaw, before diving down and licking a stripe up her vulva causing y/n to shift from the contact. in response barnes placed his vibranium hand on her hip to hold her down as he delved in harder, flattening his tongue on her clit then with his right hand pushing two fingers deep inside her.

“jesus, doll, you know how long’ve wanted to taste you for?” he groaned while continuing to push his fingers inside of her at a punishing rate. “you’re so fucking sweet, you know that? and this pussy of yours is so tight- shit, the way you’re squeezing my fingers.”

she let out another deep moan as bucky dipped back down, circling her clit with his tongue as he continued to fuck her with his fingers causing her core to tighten.

“buck- fuck bucky I’m close.”

“yeah sweetheart, gonna cum all over my fingers, gonna cum on my tongue? go ahead doll,” he said as he picked up his pace forcing the woman beneath him to fall apart. in the heat of her orgasm she screamed out the super soliders name, if the party below them hadn’t still been raging everyone could have heard them as he worked her orgasm for every drop she had.

“god, I’ve been wanting to do that since you came up beside me in that hotel,” bucky groaned as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his arms. “all night long, every time zemo put his hands on you-”

“I know, buck,” she said smugly.

“you little minx,” he grunted as he sucked another hickey into her neck.

“y’know you’re even prettier with me all over your chin,” she smirked.

“you’re insatiable, doll.”

“mm, tell me barnes,” she responded as she lowered herself off of the couch, onto her knees, and inbetween bucky’s legs.

“you don-”

his protests were cut short by the woman before him as she unzipped his pants and took his hard cock, palming it through the layers he still had on causing the solider to squirm beneath her. “shh, let me return the favor, anyway I’ve wanted this just as much as you have.”

with that he helped her pull his pants and boxers down so that they pooled at his ankles. she gently wrapped her right hand around his length, he was already rock hard, “all this, for me?” she teased his earlier statement as she ran her thumb over his sensitive tip. “shame I didn’t do this sooner,” she purred before taking him in her mouth. starting by swirling her tongue over the tip of his cock she collected the rest of his precum.

“holy fuck, y/n,” barnes groaned at her movements.

she sunk deeper, taking more of him until her nose nustled his pubic hair and he hit the back of her throat. y/n placed a hand on his thigh as she deep throated the super solider, and finally after her teasing, sped up. bucky let out another loud moan, and placed his hand on the back of her head to bring himself back to reality, to remind himself that this was indeed happening.

unfortunately for the two of them reality hit harder than either wanted.

“so you’re saying nagel is-”

“fuck no,” sam shouted then covered his eyes. “you two are not fucking on sharon’s couch, seriously? with how many rooms this place has you couldn’t have done this literally anywhere else?”

at the intrusion bucky pushed his jacket onto the former spy, and pulled his own pants up.

“to his defense its been, what, eighty, ninety years since he’s, well-” zemo pondered aloud.

“you two owe me a new couch,” sharon deadpanned. “I’m never sitting on that thing again.”

“oh, you americans are so stuck up, it’s just sex,” the french spy retorted encouraging zemo to nod.

“she’s not wrong, there’s nothing dirty about it.”

“zemo! I do not need you coming to my defense.”

“whatever,” sharon interrupted. “just get dressed- and no more sex on the couch which goes for all of youo.”

barnes and y/l/n nodded in agreement.

“sorry, sharon,” bucky said.

“I’m going the fuck to bed,” she said, heading up another flight of stairs to her room, followed by sam, and finally zemo.

“I can’t believe we got caught,” y/n said as she collected her clothes and pulled on her trousers.

“you didn’t, sense them coming?” bucky asked while he searched for his shirt.

she blushed, “I was, well, distracted, to say the least.”

bucky smirked, “good to know how to get that overactive brain of yours to calm down for a second. now, lets get to bed.”

the two were sure to grab the rest of their belongings before heading to the room sharon had designated for the former french spy.

“I’ve got one more question,” bucky admitted as the two settled in for bed.

“oui?”

“that english fellow, the spy in monte carlo did you two ever-”

“bond?” she chuckled and placed a kiss on bucky’s cheek. “no, never. especially not with the memory of you beneath me lingering in my mind, pretty boy.”

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dictionary: le soldat - solider sainte-nitouche - goody two shoes qu'est que je pense - that's what I thought observes - to watch/observe va et asseoir avec madam - go and sit with her

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“this character is not canonically bisexual” to YOU. i know them personally

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BUCKY BARNES + JAW CLENCH 👀

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“wait till I’ve got my head between those pretty thighs of yours, doll. then I’ll have you seeing god.”

“what are you, a witch?”

“will you burn me at the stake if I say yes?”

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Writing is so neat. Would love to do it some day.

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“what are you, a witch?”

“will you burn me at the stake if I say yes?”

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I've got 7,000+ words of an angsty and possibly smutty bucky fic in my drafts that only needs a bit of polishing I thought I would warn y'all

“what are you, a witch?”

“will you burn me at the stake if I say yes?”

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Soooo if I wrote Druig smut, what would happen?

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ahem

𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨...? 《𝙣. 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙛𝙛》

paring: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: a night between friends turn into something more.

au: roomates. modern. friends with benefits.

warning: (mutual masturbation, fingering, use of a vibrator, mommy kink, praise kink, oral (nat recieving), fwb, bad writing (its me.) )

warning: SMUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ONLY 18+. DO NOT CLICK INTERACT WITH MY WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR, I WILL BLOCK YOU. PLEASE DON'T INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+

Nat and you certainly had a special friendship. I all started one night when she and you couldn't sleep both restless, both lonely. She was attractive and flirtatious always teasing you, knowing when it was just the two of you to turn on her vibrator and be loud enough for you to hear and to leave you dripping wet.

She would always come with her silk robe, and snudged lipstick. It was a beautiful sight, seeing her lean on the door as her robe was completely open, letting you see the wet patch on her, letting the sight of her fill your brain and haunting you. She would just smile and knock, panting out "If all the others are gone I'll be in my room if you need me."

She would leave the door ajar and start with her fingers first. Knowing you had a perfect view of her room, sometimes her door would be wide open and she would look directly in your eyes. She would look into your eyes knowing you were cautiously watching and peel off her clothes one by one. She then plopped down on her bed that she would move conveniently to be infront of the door and go at herself. You couldn't ignore her always pleasing yourself knowing what she was doing to you. You weren't loud like her so when you thrust your fingers into yourself you heard her and imagined her.

"Please, it feels so good, Y/n," She would scream always vocal with her pleasure. She liked to let her cum ooze on to her bed knowing you were dying to lick it off her.

She always went for two rounds, using her vibrator next always moaning your name over and over. One hand on her breast and the other with her vibrator on her clit. Letting her fingers finish her off so she could walk into your room with her fingers full of her sweet cum and feed you a candy putting her fingers in your mouth. She always knew how to get to you.

You always licked them before she could pull away never liking to be teased knowing she was only doing it to piss you off. You held it tighly pulling her forward before only saying, "Mhhhm yummy..."

One night after dreaming about her panting under you, whispering your name, begging for more, you went into kitchen to get a glass of water. You were hoping to get her out of your head when she sat on the kitchen island countertop, in only a bra and a pair of pajama shorts. She was tired and burnout from studying and looked flushed from just finishing off seconds ago.

"I thought you had gone out with the others," She said knowing your other roomate and his boyfriend were gone for the holidays.

"I'm not leaving, " You said drinking your water watching her as she gave you a look, she wasn't going home either and it was no secret that you took care of her in the oddest ways. Nat always said she ever needed to be taken care of but you knew you had to but neither of you acknowledged it either, "I told my parents I have stuff to do."

"What stuff?" You sat down on one the chairs by the kitchen island opposite of her and just shrugged.

"Fine don't tell me," Before she could say anything your friend, Wanda Maximoff, sent you a text, "Why does she text you right now?"

"Well by the way this photo is taken seems like i have got to go and fuck her good," Nat started to feel a warm sensation between her pussy knowing you were good with your fingers and how good you could fuck her, she also felt a frustration building up in her stomach travelling to the warm wet spot growing in her shorts, "I'm just kidding Nat, shes just a friend. I was actually going to head out and go to the pool for a bit."

"Isn't the pool closed right now?"

"Yes but I have a key from when Maria and i used to date," You said and she quickly followed you out the door, it wasn't cold but Nat felt a shiver and held up, "You cold?"

You wrapped your sweater on her and she grabbed your hand. You kept it there putting your arm around her shoulder as you pulled her closer to you side. When you got to pool she sat next to you with your arm in the same position.

"How come you didn't go to Wanda?"

"I stayed home for you, not her," Her lips parted slightly, suddenly standing up and removing her clothes. She was completely naked before jumping into the pool and you saw her shorts ,no panties in sight, you saw the wet spot.

"Come join me?"

"I can't," she swam to the edge settling in between your legs, leaning up to you, knowing her tits were perked up as the cold air hit them. You gently put two fingers on her chin lifting her slowly and kissing her behind her ear, "Who knows what I would do if I went in there with you?"

You teased her the same way she had teased you. She was a squirming mess on the walk home putting your arm around her shoulder pulling it down ecer so slightly so you would brush her tits.

It was hard to sleep that night, hearing her vibe go on every other hour. You soon got tired of it and knockee on her door. She was completely naked once more and you were mesmerized by it until she snapped you out of it.

"Why are you here?" She closed the door and you whipped around pinning her hands to the door attacking her lips immediately as she moaned.

"I'm gonna show you how good I can fuck you," This was more than just a quick fuck for you. You knew you were in love wirh Nat but it was hard for you to imagine she loved you back but Nat had been in love with you and apart from lust all she wanted was to feel that you desired her and that you held her in your heart.

You pushed her messy locks behind her ear, before kissing her and she sat you down on the bed as she climbed on top of immediately settled on your thigh loving the roughness of your pajama pants. She moaned and you bit her lip knowing she liked it rough after years of her letting you watch. You climbed on top of her kissing her till she was out of breath and she held on tightly to you. You moved down to her neck and sucking hard enough for her to be arching her back. You had her pinned down as your other hand roamed and made circles on her breasts with it. She moaned and she bit your ear. Unbuttoning your pajama shirt and tracing her hand on your chest pulling you down.

She kissed you and you sat her up taking her bra off sucking her pretty neck leaving your marks all over her. Her neck was pink with your love bites. She did the same to you, moaning, everytime you pulled on her hair, always praising her.

"You're so good, my sweet," She enjoyed it always doing better with every praise, "So perfect, keep going. Mommy is going to please you. Don't you want that, for mommy to make you feel good?"

She gasped at the word, feeling her pussy get wet and lay down ready for you to take her, she tried to kiss you but you pinned her down once more.

"Use. Your. Words," you commanded being turned on by Nats wetness and lust filled eyes.

"Touch me Mommy, please?"

You looked hungry and she like how you looked over her ready to ravish her body and let her be yours finally. You sucked on her breasts while she kept wanting you to do more. You took your hand and traced a small circles near her belly button, placing your hand on her mound grasping it loving her whines wanting more.

You smirked moving your hand down her mound and she moaned liking how firm and warm your fingers felt on her clit. You kept it their not moving knowing she hated to be teased just as much as she liked teasing you. You kissed her and kissed her before she moved away from your lips.

"Don't just hold it, fuck me. I need you to fuck me please," She begged as your hand cupped her face. She moaned your name, "Please Y/N, pleas fuck me, I need you to fuck me mommy."

You began with small circles her eyes never leaving you. You wanted her to feel your pain and your desperate longing but your arousal getting the best of you made you go faster and she closed her eyes arching her back. She was naked and what a sight it was. Nat was the only woman you had ever dreamed of being with, the only woman you wanted to see like this and the woman you knew you wanted to marry. You wanted to feel every inch of her, you wanted to make her yours. You wanted to kiss her lips again, to lick her tits again, to kiss her all the way down to her sweet pussy.

You were selfish though, wanting her to please you, you wanted to taste her, you wanted her to be punished for all those months of teasing.

"You're going to please me now sweetheart," She bit her tongue nervously as you dove between her thighs, kissing them and spreading them so her wet cunt was on display. You smiled a mischievous smile at her knowing you were about to try the thing she teased you with all those months of torture.

"Wh-" She was interrupted by your tongue tracing her lips, "Ohh please more, more. go faster?"

You started going faster knowing she was a mess, she was sweating her tits gleaming in the dark of her room. She kept screaming out, the bed creaking as Nat arched her back and rubbing her pussy on your face before you stood up and pushed her down by the hips.

"Stop, moving or I'll punish you. Got it, sweetheart?"

She nodded and lay down and her hands massaged her tits, no masturbation session was ever this hot or this erotic. She felt herself wanting more and more, you went slow and kept speeding up until she was screaming out in pleasure. Her thighs were wrapped around you and you kept going at her hole before sucking her clit making sure she knew this was your pleasure and not hers.

"Y/N, MOMMY!" She fisted the sheets arching her back, your fingers now inside her too, "DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!"

She was so close and she had never felt an orgasm this strong, her legs trembled. Her eyes rolled back to the back of her head and she screamed with such pleasure and longing when she came. Panting and whispering your name until you were done cleaning her off with your tongue, never wanting to forget her taste.

You kissed her as you let her straddle you, she lay her head on your chest, her naked body on tod of you. She was still lust filled and she nuzzled into your neck giving you small pecks. You cradled her face with one hand and kissed her parting her lips with your tongue as she moaned grasping your hair tightly making you moan.

"So good and delicious, and only mine," You whispered looking into her eyes, "You want a taste of yourself my love?"

She nodded and you put two fingers inside her really thrusting it in there and letting her walls tighten around you as she felt the warmth spread through her pussy down to her feet and to the tip of her nipple.

She kissed you knowing you did want her as much as she wanted you.

You however were far from done and she couldn't wait to be under you again..

This went on for a year always being speacial friends never official per both your request. Nat was never one to commit and you respected that. You just appreciated the times she did let you act like she was all yours. Like when she would climb into your bed and you two would cuddle and make out. It was better, this way noone got hurt.

"You enjoying the movie?" Your hand slipped down her shorts, she didn't move only smirking, "I love when you don't wear panties."

"Be a friend and help me out? Touch me?" She asked her voice coming out breathless leaning into your touch guding your other hand to her tits.

"Now what kind of friend would i be if didn't?"

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“what are you, a witch?”

“will you burn me at the stake if I say yes?”

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ur honor it was just a feminine urge

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i’m so in love with bucky and druig.

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I’m always like, “this WIP will be finished this week” and then six months later it’s still not done

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Would you consider continuing Oblivious?? I love it so much

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