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Back in time [pt. 2] | n romanoff | winterwidow

Back in time au: part 1

Summary: Bucky and Natasha’s daughter seeks comfort in her Aunt Wanda as her parents go missing on a mission

Warnings: major character death, panic attack, grief

Pairings: winterwidow

wc: 3.5k

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The sound of Wanda's phone ringing shocked her awake. The room was pitch black and she fumbled around for the light switch. Tapping the phone to switch it on, the bright screen flashed 4:36am and she groaned. But Fury's name got rid of any thoughts she had of falling back asleep and she answered the call, sitting up in bed and pushing the hair from her face.

Y/n had slept in her own bed for a little over a week now, so luckily the phone call didn't wake her. Wanda was barely awake as Fury started talking, but at the mention of Bucky and Natasha, she was suddenly alert. As the call ended, she quickly threw on jeans and a shirt and raced downstairs to the meeting room.

As early as it was, the office was teaming with activity. Agents were typing away on computers and Fury was on the phone with someone who he clearly wasn't happy with. Wanda smiled at a couple of people she knew, but she felt so out of place. But Maria Hill came to her rescue and pulled her aside.

"Thanks for coming down Wanda. We've had a note that Bucky and Nat might be coming back today. I'm guessing Fury filled you in on everything?"

"Yeah. He said the quinjet had finally pinged a location?" When she first heard Fury tell her the news, she nearly screamed. But she knew not to get too excited. Nat and Bucky had been missing for weeks and this could just be another false alarm.

"We think. There have been a couple of wrong alerts before, but a team of agents left this morning to investigate the location. They could be back any minute." Maria was tapping away on a tablet as she spoke, her mind in 2 places at once. "You might want to get Y/n down here. She's gonna want to see her mom and dad if they get back."

"If?" Wanda was shocked at Maria's uncertainty.

"I'm sorry we can't give you a 'when' yet." Wanda nodded and slowly backed out of the room. The news of her best friends coming home had excited her, but everyone seemed so unsure, and it left an aching feeling in Wanda's gut.

She decided to distract herself by waking Y/n. The 16 year old was still fast asleep, as she should be. Quietly flicking on the bedside lamp, Wanda brushed the hair from Y/n's face.

"Good morning angel." She whispered as not to startle the poor girl. Y/n's eyes fluttered open and she squinted in the lamplight.

"Morning" she mumbled, stretching her arms and legs out to try and wake up. "What time is it?"

"It's early, baby, and I'm sorry. But we've got some stuff to do." Wanda tried to keep her answers as vague as possible. She really didn't want to get the girl's hopes up incase nothing came of today's investigation. But Wanda couldn't help but be hopeful.

The teenager didn't have any energy to argue. She would usually have gone back to sleep, but something was different about the way Wanda was behaving. Call it a gut instinct, or maybe because she was raised by Natasha, but Y/n could tell Wanda was excited. Why she was excited at 5am was a whole other story, but it was enough for the teenager to go on.

Wanda left the room to let Y/n get changed, which she did fairly quickly. Her usual signature braids had been swapped for a ponytail ever since Nat had left. But the hoodie she was wearing was Bucky's of course. It made her feel just that little bit closer to her parents, wherever they may be.

"What are you hiding?" Y/n asked as she tucked into her cereal. Wanda looked confused at how she'd managed to pick that up so quickly.

"I'm not sure what you mean, darling."

Y/n rolled her eyes and dropped her spoon on the table. "I'm not dumb. You seem excited. And we were up at 5am. None of that is normal behaviour for you. So what's changed?"

Wanda hesitated for a moment. She didn't want to tell Y/n, but the girl deserved to know. These were her parents in question and they couldn't withhold information about them. "There might be an update on your mom and dad." Y/n's eyes went wide and her spoon froze halfway to her mouth.

"What?" She breathed, her eyes filling with tears. "Really?"

"It's really early still, and it's just a location, but Fury thinks it's from their jet." Wanda told her everything she knew. The 16 year old was desperately fighting back tears as Wanda spoke, but the prospect of maybe seeing her mom again became too much. She completely broke down and dropped her head to the table, letting out heart wrenching sobs.

Wanda rushed to her side and pulled her into a hug. "I just want to see them again." Y/n cried against Wanda's shirt. "I miss them so much."

"I know baby girl, I know."

Y/n kept her head against Wanda's chest for a few minutes as she cried. "Can we go see Aunt Maria?"

"If that's what you want, then yeah. Let's go."

The teenager stood up on shaky legs and pushed away her half eaten breakfast, her appetite no longer there. She held on to Wanda's hand like it was a lifeline, gripping her fingers to make sure she was still there. It was a silly thought, but Y/n couldn't lose her too.

They were finally back in the office, but this time Steve was there. He was hovering near the doorway, looking as out of place as Wanda did when she first arrived. In any other circumstances, Y/n would have given him a hug, but she barely even noticed him as she walked in. Wanda flashed him a warm smile which her returned, but a tug on her sleeve notified her of the impatient teenager still hanging on to her arm.

Y/n was frantically searching for the familiar brunette that she loved. There were agents racing around everywhere and she recoiled back into Wanda, feeling rather exposed and overwhelmed. Wanda felt her goddaughter flinch into her side and she wrapped an arm around her protectively, guiding her through the sea of people to where Maria was stood. Y/n hands were slightly clammy, the intensity of the day already getting to her.

"Aunt Maria?" Y/n blurted out, her voice weaker than she intended. But the SHIELD agent still heard her and whipped around, shocked to see her niece.

"Hey Y/n, what-" She was cut off by the girl throwing her hands around her waist and tackling her into a hug, almost sending them both flying backwards.

"Please tell me you've heard something about them. Please Aunt Maria!" Y/n voice sounded so desperate that the surrounding agents shared a sorrowful look between them. Bucky and Nat's disappearance had been hard on everyone, but that kid had suffered the most. "I just want to see mama and papa. That's all I want."

Maria clung on to her niece harder. The truth was, they had more information, but Maria couldn't say what state the couple would be in until they came through the doors, and the last thing she wanted to do was worry the trembling girl anymore than she already was.

"I'm sorry Y/n, there's been nothing so far. But I promise you that-"

A yell from the hallway caught everyone's attention and cut Maria off mid-sentence. A group of agents sprinted through the hall, but what, or who, came after them was the main focus. After the chaos in the hallway cleared, Y/n could have a proper look of what was going on.

She let out a whimper and broke into a sprint, Wanda unable to hold her back. The doors at the end of the corridor were open and 2 people had just crossed the threshold. They were still quite far away, but Y/n knew those figures anywhere. If the red hair wasn't a dead giveaway, then the obvious height difference was. She kept running, getting closer and closer.

But as her body moved on autopilot, her mind span slightly. Her mama was smaller than Bucky, sure, but not that much smaller. She kept running, but slowed down as she saw the scene in front of her. Her papa was walking with his arms holding Nat upright. She was hunched over, her hands pressing into her stomach as she stumbled, just trying to put one foot in front of the other. Bucky was muttering stuff in her ear, so the couple hadn't noticed their daughter stood 20ft in front of them.

Y/n felt sick to her stomach. She'd waited months, but it felt like years, for her parents to walk through that door. She'd dreamt about it so many times, the day they came home, the way they'd all be reunited as a family. Nat and Bucky would walk in without a scratch, their arms open wide to pull Y/n into a tight hug.

But dreams are not reality. They weren't waiting for a hug. They were being swarmed by doctors and Y/n found herself being pressed against a wall. Her chest felt tight as she watched her mama and papa walked past her without a second glance. She tried to call out, but her voice had been reduced to a whisper, proving futile against the noisy corridor.

She slumped to the floor, her legs giving out under her weight. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. The sweatshirt she was wearing felt suffocating and she pulled at the collar, trying to relieve pressure on her chest. Her mind was screaming at her to run after them, but she didn't move. She couldn't move.

People pushed and shoved above her but she payed no attention. Until a familiar hand grabbed hold of hers and pulled her into their arms. Steve picked up the frozen teenager and carried her back into the office where Wanda was still standing, relief flooding her features as she laid eyes on Y/n once more. The teenager hadn't noticed that she had moved locations, her mind was still replaying that moment in her head. Wanda sat with her in a quiet corner as she tried to bring her back, but Y/n sat there, shaking and sweating, her breathing erratic.

Wanda was good at calming panic attacks, but Y/n barely even acknowledged her presence. The witch was quickly running out of options and Y/n was getting paler and paler.

"Papa?" Y/n voice shook and she reached out, desperately trying to grab onto something. "Papa? Mama?" Wanda offered her hands but Y/N didn't accept them. The teen was still zoned out and Wanda tried her best to keep calm. Seeing Maria walk past the window, Wanda dashed out and grabbed the SHIELD agent, pulling her into the room.

"Please can Y/n see Bucky and Nat? She's in a state and she won't snap out of it. She needs her parents Maria. This girl needs her mom and dad." At the mention of Nat, Maria's smile faltered before she hauled it back in place.

Y/n was still closed in on herself, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles were going white. She was mumbling about Nat under her breath and Maria couldn't help but worry for the girl. "Bring her with me."

She walked out of the room, Wanda hot on her heels. Steve had picked Y/n back up as they made their way to the restricted area of the medical centre. He could feel her body vibrating in his arms and as much as he was desperate to see his best friends, he knew his job was to make sure Y/n saw them too.

There were agents guarding one of the doors, but they saw Maria and let the entourage through, quickly resuming their positions once Steve had walked through. There was a section curtained off, but one person they wanted to see was sitting on a chair, his head in his hands, still in the clothes he wore on his mission.

"Buck." Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing. The best friends made eye contact and smiled before Bucky noticed his daughter in Steve's arms. He leaped up, ignoring his searing muscles, and quickly took her from him.

Y/n noticed that she'd moved and the person felt very familiar. "Papa?" Her voice was hoarse but she was slowly coming back to reality.

"It's me doll. It's Papa." He had tears streaming down his cheeks, and Bucky never cried. Y/n reached out and placed her palm against his cheek, wanting to feel that it was him. That he was real.

"You're real!" Y/n had finally grounded herself enough to fling her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his neck. "You came back."

Bucky hugged her back with reciprocated emotion. "I'm sorry for leaving you doll. I really am. But I'm back." He pushed his face into her hair, just glad to be holding his daughter for real. Every night on the mission he and Nat would talk about stories and memories they had with Y/n, laughing about her as a toddler. They each had a photo they kept in their pockets, and Nat had Y/n's baby thumbprint on the handle of her gun alongside her own thumbprint, so she was always with her baby girl.

"Where's Mama?" Y/n looked around but saw no sign of her. She looked back at her papa, who eyes flashed with sadness. "Where's Mama!"

"She's just in there doll." He gestured to the blue curtains, and Y/n instantly climbed off his lap. "Wait a sec, let me come with you." She waited for him to stand up before they made their way over. "Be gentle with her, Y/n. She's a bit fragile at the moment."

Y/n nodded in understanding as Bucky slowly pulled the curtain open, allowing them to slip through. Y/n stopped still for a moment as she took in what she was seeing.

Her Mama. But she wasn't up and moving like Bucky was. She was on a hospital bed, with wires attached to her arms and chest. But her eyes were open. Her eyes were open and she had a smile on her face as she saw Y/n.

"Hey big girl" Nat breathed, lifting her arms to invite Y/n for a hug. As much as she wanted to run into her arms, Y/N looked back at Bucky for confirmation before she made her way over, collapsing gently into her mother.

"Mama" Y/n took a deep inhale of her mother's scent, missing the instant calming nature it had on her. She didn't know why Nat was in a hospital bed so she made sure to be careful, not putting her weight onto her mother's body at all. She felt immediately felt at home, the feeling of her mama's fingers running through her sending a calm feeling through her body.

"Oh my baby girl. I missed you so much." That was an understatement. Natasha felt as though she was missing a limb without Y/n.

"I missed you too, Mama. God I missed you so much, you don't understand. But you're ok, right? Wh-what happened?"

Y/n sat up and shifted so she was perched on the side of Nat's hospital bed, her fingers intertwines with her mother's. Bucky had taken a seat on one of the chairs at Nat's bedside, placing his hand on top of his girls'. "It's nothing, baby. You don't need to worry. Mama was just a bit careless that's all."

Y/n couldn't believe her. "You're never careless. Every move you make is so calculated and controlled. Natasha Romanoff never makes mistakes. Ever."

Nat and Bucky were both shocked by Y/n's outburst. Their little girl had always been spirited, but not to the extent where she would question her parents' words. Had so much really changed in the months they had been gone?

"You promised you would look after each other! That was the one thing keeping me from going crazy! Knowing that you were watching each other's sixes." Y/n had stood up from the bed in despair. "What if you had been killed? What do you do then? Come home and tell me that my mom is dead because you were to stubborn to protect each other! I could have lost you, mom!" Tears were streaming down her face as she spoke. "I can't lose you." Y/n exhaled a shaky breath, collecting her thoughts. "I can't lose either of you."

Nat went to speak, but was cut off with a groan. Her body tensed up, pain contorting across her features. Beads of sweat quickly formed across her forehead and Y/n moved back from the bed in panic. Bucky slammed his hand on the emergency button, moving to grab Y/n. Nat was screaming in pain and Y/n could barely watch. She wanted to make it stop. She would trade places if it meant her mom would be ok.

Doctors came rushing in, pulling up Nat's hospital gown to check on her stomach. Bucky tried to drag Y/n away but she kicked her heels in in protest, not wanting to leave her mama's side. But she almost vomited into a bucket as she saw the extent of her mom's injury.

There was a scar which looked like it had come from a bullet wound. It was healed but still looked relatively knew. But that wasn't the alarming part. The skin around it was black and it spread through her veins, send some sort of toxin surging through her body, attacking her muscles and nerves. Nat was injected with something to help the pain, but it had little affect.

Her heart monitor started to spike and she thrashed around, her back arched in agony. Y/n was yelling out, fighting Bucky's tight grip as she tried to get to Nat. The monitor kept rising, the beeps getting louder and louder. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in, crushing Y/n's lungs until she could barely breathe. Her mind was a reeling mess, adrenaline running through her veins like lava. The doctors were rushing around, connecting more wires and trying to reduce Nat's pain.

It stopped.

Everything stopped. Nat's body slumped into the mattress, her muscles no longer tensing, her chest no longer heaving. In fact, it didn't rise or fall at all. Just stillness. Y/n was frozen once again in Bucky's arms, her heart hammering inside her chest like a hummingbird. No one spoke. The only noise was the heart monitor.

The continuous beep.

The one that everyone dreads.

No one moved. No one dared say a thing.

Apart from the redheaded teenager who had just lost her sun. Her moon, the light in her life. Gone. Breaking out of her papa's grasp, she raced over to Nat and threw herself on top, sobbing into her mom's neck. There was no pulse, no warmth that she usually felt. It was all gone. Reduced to nothing but an empty shell of a person. The doctors left in respect, bowing their heads as they exited.

Y/n let out a scream which echoed through the whole compound. Everyone who heard it recognised it was not one of fear. It was one of loss, of grief. Holding on to her mama's shoulders, Y/n broke down. Her heart ached to say goodbye. To rewind the last 5 minutes and say goodbye. Her body had attached itself to Nat, her legs wrapped around her waist and her face buried in her neck. Y/n's hands found their way into Nat's hair and she twisted the Scarlett strands around her fingers, almost tying themselves together.

"I can't lose you Mama. I can't lose you." Her heartbreaking mantra started out as a whisper but gradually got louder until she was screaming the words. She was angry. At Natasha. At the universe. At herself.

Wanda had tried to go in, but Bucky had told her to wait outside. He couldn't bear to watch the agonising scene, and he wanted Y/n to have some privacy. She'd just found and lost her mama on the very same day.

"Come back. You need to come back!" Nat didn't move, no matter how hard Y/n begged and pleaded.

"I can't do this alone. I need you."

"I can't lose you." Y/n’s broken voice was reduced to a whisper as she continued to recite these words. This lasted for hours. No one could remove the grieving girl from her mother's body. She just lay there, breathing in her mother's scent for the final time.

"I can't lose you."

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questionableratatouille00 · 2 months

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Hi! I wanted to ask if you would do some Bucky Barnes x Reader x Natasha Romanoff(basically WinterWidow x Reader), where Nat and Bucky come home to their lover, all bruised with wounds and fresh blood on them. And Reader just gets lil mad that they don't look for themself and acts like they are immortal? Just a really big missinderstanding and angst with hurt and comfort and happy ending? Thank you!

howdy! I would love to! Hope you enjoy!

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 (𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘐𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦)

Pairing: WinterWidow x Reader

Summary: Natasha and Bucky keep coming home, each time more beaten up than the last. Tonight was your final straw.

Warnings: gore, cursing, death mentions, let me know if anything else needs to be tagged.

2:43 AM, the clock read. You sat on the recliner chair with a warm cup of tea as you scrolled through your phone.

You heard the opening of your apartment door, and you knew it could only be two people.

“You’re back,” you smiled eagerly, as you stood up quickly and tossed your phone back where you were previously sitting. You sat your mug down onto the coffee table.

You smiled as you walked towards the doorway, your partners not visible yet. The apartment was set up in a way where the doorway was covered by a wall, where you hung up things like keys and jackets.

When they finally walked past the wall, your heart dropped and your stomach twisted.

They were both supporting themselves on each other, and it was clear they were moments away from collapse.

“Oh my God!” You gasped. Bucky flinched at the sudden noise, and Natasha looked up with a hurt-slash-guilty-slash-scared look in her eyes.

“Are—what—how—“ You couldn’t even make a sentence. And then, somehow, the deep and familiar sense of calm filled you.

“Get in the bathroom. Who’s hurt worse?” You questioned as you marched them to the bathroom.

“Bucky,” Natasha croaked just as the man in question said her name at the same time.

“Okay,” you groaned tiredly. “I’ll start with Nat,” you decided. You pulled down the toilet lid for Bucky to sit on before you helped Nat sit herself up on the sink counter.

You quickly assessed both of their wounds. You’d seen countless injuries, the blood and the gore didn’t scare you.

You made the mental notes in your head. Though they were both caked in dirt, you could clearly see where blood oozed from and where they clutched at in pain.

Looking at Natasha, it was clear to see. Three knife slashes on her left thigh. Small cuts on her face. A bruise on her right cheekbone. A bullet wound on her right side. Bloody knuckles. And most likely plenty of bruises.

“Here,” you murmured as you helped her slip out of her suit. And you were absolutely correct, she was covered in bruises.

You opened the drawer under the counter, grabbing a small water bottle. The three of you keep those stocked for times like this. You opened two bottles, handing one to each of them.

“Thanks,” Natasha murmured.

“Thank you.” Bucky said as you handed him his water bottle.

You turned your attention back to Natasha as you began to treat her wounds. She was more bruised than bloody, so it didn’t take very long. You helped her get in the shower, knowing that she at least needed to rinse off before she got in bed.

“C’mon,” you murmured to Bucky, gesturing for him to hop up on the counter just like Natasha had.

Begrudgingly, he did.

“Pull off your shirt.” You instructed. He grumbled a little, before eventually slipping off his shirt.

That same voice rattled off his injuries. Burn marks on his lower left ribs. Many long cuts across his chest and upper body. Bruises across his chest and a cut way too close to his ear.

You began to treat those. When you came across a large gash on his right side, he tried to cover it with his hand.

When you looked up at his eyes, you frowned.

“Don’t,” he whispered. “It’s..not pretty.”

“I was a SHIELD nurse for seven years,” you chuckled. “I can handle it. Let me take a look at it.” He lowered his hand and you took care of injury.

“Get in the shower with Nat,” you directed. He obeyed, and you cleaned up the area while they showered.

When they were finished, you sighed as you sat down on the bed.

“You..you can’t keep coming home like this.” You forced the words out. “You can’t. It scares me too bad. You both act like you’re immortals—like you can’t be hurt. Because you’re not and you can. You come home after every mission bruised and battered and bloody—you can’t keep sacrificing yourselves. If Sam or whoever showed up at the door saying you’d died—I couldn’t live with that. I couldn’t.” You ranted.

“Doll, we’re Avengers. It’s part of the job.” Bucky tried to brush you off. This made you mad.

“No, goddamn it! I’m serious. You both are too fucking reckless with yourselves. And if you won’t see it in a ‘my-life-has-value’ way, at least think about me! What happens when you don’t come home? What happens to me?” Your eyes watered.

Natasha frowned. “We need to go on missions. There’s people who need help.”

“And I’m not saying you have to choose between me and your careers. I’m just saying that you can’t nearly die every time.” You reasoned. This seemed to make them listen.

“I’m sorry, milaya.” Natasha said mournfully.

Bucky nodded. “I’m sorry too,” he added. “We both are. It’s—“

“There’s no excuse. We’re sorry, and we’ll be better about it.” Natasha said. You were satisfied with that.

“I love you both.” You kissed both of them on their foreheads. “Now go the fuck to sleep before you pass out.”

A/n: graphics by @saradika-graphics

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marvelflame2010 · 6 months

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Anya: The wee-hoo thingy?

Natasha: You mean the fire alarm?!

(aka, Anya not understanding certain English words and Natasha getting a grey hair.)

(Find my story at https://www.quotev.com/story/15345168/The-Winter-Widow/1)

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buckybarnesevents · 4 months

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Valentine's Day will soon be upon us! What better way to spend it than by spreading some love?

Notes:

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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Guarded Heart

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

I tried to keep my reader as generic as possible but like always she's female and taller than average.

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky x Natasha, Reader x Thor

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

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sailorkamino · 2 years

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While You Were Sleeping

relationships: alpha!buckynat x enhanced!omega!reader

summary: When you start sleep teleporting into your teammates room's Bucky and Natasha are jealous to say the least. When you finally end up in their bed there's less romance and more head injuries than they imagined.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: abo dynamics, protective/jealous buckynat, nightmares, reader gives herself a concussion, embarrassment, bed sharing, making out, pain medication, reader sleeps with a stuffed animal, platonic!steve x reader, some nsfw thoughts, beefy!nat

translations: zayka- bunny, malyshka- baby, dorogoy- darling

a/n: (me, unable to find an alpha buckynat fic) fine, i'll do it myself

Steve is animatedly talking to a barely awake Sam when the blonde is suddenly spun around by a strong hand on his shoulder. He had just enough time to recgonize the scent of his best friend before he threw a punch. “Buck, you can’t sneak up on me like that,” he groans. He tenses up again when he notices the brunet’s anger.

“Woah, did you fight with Nat this morning or something?” Sam asks, now perked up. Steve sighs loudly at his teammates' lack of filter as Bucky scowls. “No. I was noticing Steve’s scent,” Bucky answers darkly. Sam sniffs the air. “He smells the same to me. Is your super nose picking up something weird?”

Steve shuts his eyes in exasperation. “Sam. Just go get a coffee or something.”

“What? You practically dragged me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and now-”

He stops abruptly at Bucky icy glare. “You know what, I am getting coffee. It’s too early for your drama,” he decides, exiting the gym with a non committal wave goodbye.

“Didn’t know you and Y/N were so close,” Bucky practically growls. He approaches a punching bag to keep from breaking his best friend’s face. Steve blushes, only adding fuel to his friends' anger. He raises his shirt to nose. “Do I smell like her? I took a shower this morning,” he wonders outloud.

Bucky punches the bag so hard it goes flying from the ceiling, raining sand on the floor. Steve's eyes widen when he realizes Bucky didn’t even use his metal arm to do it. He quickly raises his hands in a surrendering position “Woah, it wasn’t like that! She sleep teleported into my room and I wasn’t gonna kick her out!”

Bucky turns to face him. “Sleep teleported?”

“Yeah, you know, like sleep walking but─"

“I get it Steve!” He snaps, running a hand through his dark locks. “I just don’t understand why she went to your room,” he mumbles, voice now much softer and a little insecure. He thinks of his and Natasha’s attempts to get you closer that he was sure were working. They even googled courting tips for fucksakes. Natasha is much better at flirting but Bucy is a good listener, remembering every little thing about you. If you liked Steve you would tell him… wouldn’t you?

The blonde raises a brow at his friend’s sudden vulnerability. “What do you mean?”

“I mean in this huge tower, with hundreds of places to end up, why did she go to your bed?”

Steve sighs in frustration, realizing the real reason for the brunet’s behavior. Jealousy. “I don’t know, Buck. She was asleep when it happened, it was probably completely random. I’m just glad she didn’t end up in the street or something.”

Bucky freezes at that, all the worst thoughts of where you could have teleported flooding his head. He’s suddenly grateful you wound up in bed with his best friend. How could he have been so selfish? And how can he protect you from your powers? Bondage? No, that’s just kinky. Maybe cyro? No, he won’t let you in one of those freaky test tubes. Too many bad memories.

“Buck? Buck?”

He’s snapped from his thoughts. “Huh?”

“I asked how long you and Nat have been sweet on Y/N?” Steve smirks.

Bucky feels himself blush. “What makes you think we’re sweet on her?”

“Well you tried to kill me a minute ago because you were jealous, did you forget about that?”

Bucky’s jaw ticks. Sometimes he forgets how much of an ass his best friend really is. “I wasn’t gonna kill you.” He shrugs, playing innocent. “I was gonna tell Nat you slept with Y/N and then let her kill you.”

“Steve what?” Natasha’s deep growl has both men freezezing in terror. Steve sends the brunet a pleading look. Bucky reaches out to his mate hesitantly, “now malyshka, it’s not what it sounds like.”

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You’re having a nightmare but the pain is what wakes you up.

You’re on the floor and your head is throbbing and your heart is racing but wait, this isn’t your room? Where are you? Suddenly Natasha is in front of you, gently cupping your wet face. That’s when you realize you are in fact, crying. Well this is embarrassing. A sense of comfort washes over as you recognize the two familiar scents.

“Zayka, where are you hurt?” She asks as Bucky turns on the lamp so they can scan you for injuries. You shut your eyes at the sudden light. “My head.” The alphas share a panicked look. “Friday, health scan,” the redhead demands.

“Ms. Y/N has hit her head on the nightstand and is suffering from a grade one concussion. No emergency healthcare is needed. I suggest pain medication, rest, and icing the area of injury.” The AI answers in a soft volume.

“I’ll get the pills and ice,” Bucky decides, rushing out of the room. Natasha pulls you against her chest, mindful of your head. “It’s alright omega. We’ll take care of you,” she soothes. She suddenly raises from the floor without warning, making you cling to her in surprise, before she deposits you on the bed. She smirks at your dumbstruck expression. Despite the pain you’re in you feel your stomach churn at the show of strength.

“How’s the pain, baby doll?” Bucky croons, approaching the bed with full hands. You sniffle as he hands you some pills to take, washing it down with your favorite juice “Thank you, and not too bad. I’ve survived worse,” you answer, wiping your face. They look at you unconvinced.

The brunet sits on the bed beside you, “it’ll be easier to ice your head if you’re laying down.” Natasha is there to pull back the blankets for you even and tuck you in. Your heart flutters at their sweetness. Bucky gently places the ice pack on your head. You wince at the contact but sigh happily at the numbing effect. “Not too bad my ass,” Natasha scoffs.

You pout, trying to look serious but it’s hard in your current position. “It really isn't though. I’m just embarrassed I concussed myself. Plus I’m not wearing any pants.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Your pride?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“Yes I am. Frankly, I don't have a lot to lose.”

Natasha shakes her head as she sits on the other side of you. “As much as I love your sense of humor, we were a little too worried about your head injury to notice your underwear.” That’s a lie. They both got a flash of your pastel cotton panties. “I can get you some pants if it would make you more comfortable though.”

You shrug. “No it’s fine, I’ve changed in front of you on missions before. I’m not really body shy.”

They share a heated look. They’re very familiar with your confidence but now is not a good time to tell you that they regularly fantasize about said body. Natasha holds back any sexual comments, remding herself that you’re only in their bed hald dressed because you’re injured.

“Well if it makes you feel any better you have great legs,” Bucky mumbles, eyes widening at his own admission. Natasha is shocked but somewhat proud of her awkward boyfriend. He needs to work on timing but baby steps. You grin teasingly, “really? This coming from Mr. Muder thighs?”

Natasha, who’s now slipped under the covers beside you, lets out a deep chuckle. Bucky’s face burns an adorable shade of red making you smile once again. “Yeah, get in bed, murder thighs,” Nat teases. He scoffs but lays down beside you anyways.

Sandwiched between the two most gorgeous alphas you’ve ever seen you resist the urge to do a little celebratory dance. As much as you don’t want to leave you also feel like you’ve bothered them enough. You sigh before forcing the words out of your mouth.

"I guess I should be going back to my room now.”

They look at you as if you’ve just suggested committing a war crime. “Printsessa, you’re hurt. Don’t you think you should just rest here for tonight?" Natasha coos, gently taking your hand in her’s. The small affection is enough to make you momentarily forget your argument. Then Bucky is shuffling beside you, retrieving something from the floor.

“Plus you can't go anywhere without this little guy, right?”

To your horror, he’s holding your favorite stuffed animal. The one you fell asleep holding. “That’s… not mine,” you lie very convincingly. Nat raises a brow teasingly. “Really? ‘Cause it’s not ours.” You put on a show of fake concern. “Oh no, it’s… a bomb! I’ll defuse it!”

Bucky moves the plushie away from your reach. “If I give it to you, you have to promise not to teleport away.”

“You want me to stay here with a bomb?” You ask, determined to stick to your story.

“Omega, we both know it’s not a bomb,” Nat interjects, cupping your face so you’ll meet her eyes, effectively making your brain short circut. Your face burns under her touch. “I’ll stay,” you softly promise. The alphas smile triumphantly as Bucky hands you the toy.

“We’d never make fun of you, zayka. Everyone has their comforts,” Bucky soothes. “Really?” You ask, looking between them. “Of course. I have a safety blanket that I won’t let anyone use,” he confesses. Natasha hums beside you, "and I do ballet."

“Really? Could you teach me?” You ask, looking up at her with excited eyes. She thinks of the way she was taught and clenches her jaw. No, she’ll make it fun for you. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.” You beam at her sweet words just as a yawn escapes your lips.

Bucky places a large hand on your waist. “I think the pills are making you sleepy, doll. Why don’t you get some rest?”

“Wait, I need to ask you guys something.” You focus on the green dinosaur in your hands but you can feel their gazes burning into you. “I don’t think I can embarrass myself anymore so I’m just gonna come out and say it… do you want to go on a date with me?”

There’s a horrible silence for a moment. Bucky looks at his girlfriend with pure happiness but she’s more hesitant to accept your confession, considering you just suffered from a head injury then took strong pain medication. She sighs deeply. “Zayka, we should talk about this in the morning─”

You barely notice Bucky pressing himself against you, afraid you’re going to leave. You look at Natasha defiantly. “No. I might have a concussion, and be on drugs, and not wearing pants, but I know what I want! So if you’re going to reject me just go ahead and─”

Before he can stop himself, Bucky cups your jaw and turns your face to him, smashing his lips against yours. Nat raises her brow, hardly surprised by her mate’s impulsive behavior. Still she can’t help but groan at the two of you kissing. It’s even hotter than she imagined. When he finally pulls away your chest is heaving and you’re looking up at Bucky with big glassy eyes. You already look so wrecked from just a kiss.

“Did that feel like a rejection to you?” He teases in a gruff voice, bumping his nose against yours. You shake your head breathlessly. “Um, no, but I think I should get Nat’s opinion too.”

The red head smirks, leaning in slowly just to tease you. Just as you begin to pout she surges forwards and takes your bottom lip between her teeth. You gasp at the light sting but she quickly soothes it with firm kisses. Bucky squeezes your waist from behind, gently mouthing your neck. You shiver as she pulls back, blinking slowly. You clear your throat,

“Yeah. That checks out.”

They both grin at your dazed reply. “You’re adorable, pup,” Bucky coos sweetly. Natasha hums in agreement, cupping your cheek. “You should rest now, zayka. We can talk more in the morning.”

“And kiss?” You ask drowsily.

She smiles, gently running her fingers along your jaw. “Of course, omega.”

You clutch your toy in your arms and nuzzle against Natasha’s breasts, pulling Bucky’s arm around your waist. Your bare legs are intertwined underneath the warm blankets. The last thing you say is a soft and sweet, “night alphas,” before drifting off.

Both of their hearts pick up at the title. You had never called them that before. Bucky tucks his head into your neck. He inhales your scent to remind him that this is real and not a dream. The two most amaizng woman he’s ever known in bed with him just seems too good to be true. He feels Natasha moving and look to see her texting with one hand.

“What are you doing?” He whispers against your skin. “Just telling Steve that the three of us will be taking a sick day.” She responds quietly. Bucky smiles at the prospect of a lazy day with his girls. “You think of everything, malyshka.”

“I know.” She brags, placing the phone on the bedside table. “Friday, cancel all alarms and don’t let anyone in unless the world is ending.”

“We should order her some fancy stuff for her nest, you know, like from one of those special omega websites. Oh, and lots of stuffed animals,” Bucky excitedly plans as he looks at your peaceful face. Natasha reaches over you to stroke his arm,

“Relax, dorogoy. We’ll have our whole lives to spoil her.”

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Love triangle.

pairings: Natasha X fem reader (eventually)

Warnings: swearing.

Summary: both y/n and Natasha like bucky. Buck however doesn't love them. It's obviously a love triangle.

3rd person.

All the Avengers knew that y/n and Natasha loved bucky. Even Bucky knew. It's not like they tried to hide it. They were constantly arguing about who would get him. Eventually y/n and Natasha couldn't even do a mission together without arguing. But there was one issue neither woman picked up on. Bucky was in love with a woman known as Sarah.

Sarah was another agent who ran into Bucky while trying to find fury. They ended up talking for a bit and hit it off. The rest is history. Bucky and Sarah aren't technically a couple however they act like it. Sarah was a well known agent and had a 92% success rate. She was good at her job and Bucky admired her skill. Sarah was a kind woman. Think cinnamon bun. But a poisonous cinnamon bun. Sarah was terrifying when she needed. It was honestly funny seeing the sweet woman turn into a dangerous person whom terrified whoever. Y/n and Natasha however were completely blinded by eachother to notice Sarah though. And Bucky's affection for her.

"goddamnit y/n stop trying already. I've told you Bucky will never like you!"

Natasha screamed. It was another argument. Thankfully for the avengers they were in the training room and they could just make it soundproof so they didn't need to deal with the two avengers fighting.

"well maybe he would if you weren't always interrupting our time together!"

Y/n shouted back. Natasha scoffed.

"I'm not interrupting if I'm saving Bucky from dealing with you."

Natasha snarled right back. Y/n got dangerously angry. Natasha however being the stubborn woman she was didn't back down. Y/n was about to make another comment until Wanda intervened.

"ok girls can we stop this childish arguing please?"

Wanda asked getting inbetween y/n and Natasha incase things got violent.

"tell natasha to stop chasing my man first!"

Y/n snapped. Natasha crossed her arms and looked away.

"he's not your man."

Natasha scowled.

"not yet. Thanks to you!"

Y/n was basically about to murder Natasha now so Wanda being Wanda grabbed y/n and dragged her away.

"hey Wanda what the fuck!?"

Y/n yelled out alarmed. Wanda kept pulling y/n away.

"I'm getting you away from being beaten."

She retorted. Y/n glared at wanda.

"I could so take Natasha in a fight."

Y/n mumbled.

"sure keep telling yourself that."

Wanda said sarcastically.

"how about movie night to keep your mind off Bucky and Natasha hmm?"

"yeah ok."

Wanda grinned and took y/n to her room to put in a romcom. Y/n groaned. She hated romcoms. She put up with them for Wanda though. Y/n and Wanda were practically sisters. Y/n had helped Wanda get through Pietro's death. She had been Wanda's anchor throughout the ordeal.

"he's gonna love it!"

Y/n exclaimed. She held a love letter up. Wanda looked skeptical but didn't put y/n down. While they had watched one of Wanda's favourite romcom films y/n had gotten the 'brilliant' idea to write Bucky a love letter.

"y/n are you sure about this?"

Wanda asked. She was just trying to enjoy her Flic but y/n was distracting her by talking.

"c'mon wands he'll adore it."

Y/n giggled. Wanda sighed. There was no point in trying to stop y/n with her fanatics. She had failed that too many times and gave up.

"I'm gonna go give it to him!"

Y/n said excited getting off the bed.

"what about the movie!?"

Wanda whined.

"We'll come back to it! Promise!"

Y/n said running out of the room. Wanda watches her go. A few minutes later and y/n would come running back in or yelling would be heard. Most likely the latter.

Y/n held the letter tightly. She was excited. Then guess who moved in front of her.

"what's this miss lover girl."

Natasha said mockingly as she snatched the letter away. Y/n glared at Natasha.

"give that back. It's for Bucky not you!"

Y/n snapped. Natasha then smirked and ripped the letter in half and dropped the pieces before stomping on them.

"oopsies!"

Natasha laughed. Y/n was about to yell but she had had enough. Y/n had put too much effort into that letter and Wanda was undoubtedly gonna be upset again when she and Natasha argued only a few hours after they stopped. So being y/n she kicked Romanoff in the shin and left. Natasha was shocked at the action. Y/n and her had gotten physical before but it was after a lot of banter first. And before Wanda dragged y/n away. In all honesty Natasha enjoyed the banter with y/n. And in even more honesty Natasha was incredibly jealous of how close Wanda and y/n were. Not that Natasha would ever admit these things.

Y/n stormed back into Wanda's room. Wanda was surprised. She had expected a happy giddy y/n or yelling in the distance. Not an angry upset y/n and no yelling at all.

"what happened?"

Wanda asked concerned.

"fucking Natasha Romanoff happened. Bitch ripped up my letter."

Y/n was on the brink of tears. Wanda stood up and gave her a hug. She knew how much y/n had put into that letter. Despite her disdain with when she made it Wanda had still kept an eye on y/n whilst she made the letter.

Back with Natasha though she had grabbed the torn letter and retreated to her room. She was curious now. What was in the letter. So she opened put the torn pieces together and began to read.

'dear Bucky.

I wish you knew how much I adore you. Despite who you were before the avengers it wasn't your fault. I love who you've become and how much you've grown. Your a brilliant avenger and teammate. I know you know I love you but I want you to know the extent of that love. This letter probably won't be enough for me to tell you but it is a small portion of that love. Your absolutely amazing and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Yours truly

Y/n'

Natasha finished the letter and sat in silence. It was brilliant. And she could picture y/n making it. Her giddy smile. Her red cheeks. Her plump lips. Wait what. No. No no no. Natasha was in love with bucky. Never in a million years would she think of that about y/n.

It had been two weeks since the letter incident and everytime Natasha entered a room y/n would leave. Not that Natasha minded. Not at all. It didn't disappoint her when y/n's smile would fade and she'd leave the room. It didn't disappoint Natasha when y/n's eyes would flick in Natashas direction and harden before she left. It didn't disappoint Natasha because she didn't like you. Right?

Y/n had been avoiding Natasha for a few weeks. It hadn't hurt to see Natasha's eyes full with genuine concern when she had stormed off after the letter incident. Y/n had been mulling things over. She was in love with bucky right. But then she thought of Natasha. Natasha and her bright green eyes and gorgeous red hair. Natasha and her badass skills. No. Y/n was not in love with Natasha because she was in love with bucky. Right?

Today. Today y/n was gonna approach Bucky and outright tell him she lived him. Outright ask him to go out on a date with her. Unlucky for y/n though Natasha had similar plans.

"why are you here!?"

Y/n scowled as Natasha rounded the corner. Y/n was waiting for bucking in the common area. Natasha smirked.

"sabotaging you. Obviously. Besides might as well tell Bucky my own feelings too."

Natasha said proudly. This time y/n was gonna banter with her. She had missed it. Y/n wasn't backing down either. But only for bucky. Well maybe a bit because she missed it.

"prepared for failure then?"

Y/n said puffing out her chest to try and seem confident. Natashas eyes flicked down to her chest before they went back to her face. Y/n ignored the rush of her heart when Natasha did so.

The banter this time lasted longer than any other times.

"well considering he hasn't even shown up yet must mean he doesn't like you. I told you he adores me!"

Natasha said smirking. Y/n took in her words then straightened. She was right. Bucky should be here by now.

"wait where is Bucky?"

Y/n asked. Natasha shrugged.

"let's find him then. And confront to wich of us he'll date. Despite its obviously gonna be me."

Natasha stated as she walked past y/n. Y/n followed natasha. Now she was curious as to where Bucky was.

Y/n came to a halt behind natasha. She couldn't see anything with Natasha blocking her like this. But Natasha was stiff. She seemed shocked. So y/n pushed past her.

"move Romanoff I nee-"

Y/n was cut off as she saw the scene before her. Right there was Bucky kissing sarah. Both Natasha and y/n had seen Sarah and Bucky together before but they thought as friends. Y/n ran. She just ran. Natasha watched her go debating whether to follow and comfort her. She did.

Natasha found y/n in tears on the roof top.

"hey.."

Natasha started.

"go away. I don't want to talk to you!"

Y/n yelled through salty tears. Natasha flinched at the time but walked up to y/n and sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry."

Natasha said. Y/n glanced at Natasha to see if she was lying or not. She wasn't.

"it's ok.. I should've known."

Y/n sniffled. Natasha tilted her head confused.

"known what?"

She asked.

"that nobody will love me."

Y/n said her voice breaking. Natasha looked at her shocked. She had thought y/n was confident in the fact Bucky loved her. But this insinuated the opposite. Then Natasha thought back to their banter. Y/n had always gotten less confident the more it went on. How had she not noticed. Then Natasha looked back at y/n. She was crying. But god she looked beautiful. Natasha but her lip. That was not a thought to have about your love rival. But what if..

Y/n was surprised when Natasha followed her. Even more so when she apologised. The silence after y/n admitted she wasn't confident at all in her crush of Bucky was awkward. Infact her crush had been crashing down since y/n had thought about Natasha in a way other than hate. And now she was trying to cling into her Bucky crush but that failed and now her head was full of the redhead beside her. Y/n was brought out if her thoughts when Natasha kissed her though.

Fuck it. That's the thought process before Natasha had kissed y/n. She hadn't even meant to. Well she had but like not physically kiss her. Natasha then started to panic. What if y/n didn't like her like that. What if y/n hated her even more now!? Why had she done that. Natasha was then surprised as y/n kissed her.

Natasha kissed y/n. That was all y/n's brain had registered before y/n had kissed Natasha back. In all honesty this was way better than imagining kissing bucky. Besides is Natasha initiated it then she obviously liked y/n so at least she didn't need to worry about rejections from her.

"what..."

Natasha stumbled out.

"you kissed me first and I've been struggling to determine if I liked you or Bucky and then you kissed me and.. I'm sorry we can forget this!"

Y/n tried to explain before Natasha interupted her.

"no no it's fine. I am the same. I struggled to determine if I liked Bucky or you... I've determined its you but.. do you feel the same?"

Natasha asked nervous now. Y/n smiled.

"I do."

A smile broke out on Natasha's face at this. She then stood up and picked up y/n before kissing her.

"Great. Your now my girlfriend!"

She stated. Y/n laughed.

"not even gonna ask me first? How unprofessional."

Y/n smirked. Natasha looked y/n dead in the eye and then said.

"never. I don't need to ask. I know you reciprocate feelings and that's enough for me."

Y/n laughed again. Then she paused.

"what will the others think if our relationship?"

Natasha thought for a moment. Then a Cheshire cat smile brought up in her face.

"I've got an idea on how to tell them."

She said.

"I like the sound of that."

Y/n said copying the smile.

Everyone was in the common room. Now was the perfect time to put their plan into action. Both Natasha and y/n entered the room from different doors. The avengers glanced between them prepared for the argument about to occur. Both Natasha and y/n scowled at eachother before walking toward bucky. Bucky internally sighed preparing for the fight. Wanda was about to get up. Then y/n and natasha met in the middle of the room and looked ready to thro hands.

"Lets settle this then y/n."

Natasha snapped.

"let's."

Y/n responded matching her tone. Wanda started toward the two but then they lunged at eachother.

Screams wer heard as they though y/n and Natasha were about to kill each other until the avengers looked and saw a sight they never thought to see. Natasha and y/n kissing. To say the avengers were shocked was an understatement.

"me and y/n would like to announce we are dating!"

Natasha said proudly. Y/n grinned back and nodded.

"the fuck you guys!?"

Tony screamed.

"I thought I was gonna have a heart attack!"

Natasha laughed and then kissed y/n again. Tony screwed up his nose and turned away.

"so your both over me?"

Bucky perked up. Both women turned to him smiled and nodded. Bucky leaned back relieved.

"y/n y/l/n you are so gonna fucking pay for scaring the shit out of me like that!"

Wanda scolded.

"I'm sorry wands but this was too funny to pass up!"

Y/n giggled.

"fine then. We are watching romcoms for the next three days!"

Wanda said.

"and we are finishing the one you left mid way through! Three times! We are watching it three times."

Y/n went blank before groaning. Natasha laughed.

"aww c'mon detka it's just a few films."

Natasha laughed. Wanda turned to her.

"oh no your involved in this too so you must suffer too! Your also watching the romcoms!"

Wanda said. Natasha grained and this time y/n smirked.

"c'mon detka it's just a few films."

Y/n said copying Natashas voice earning herself an arm slap.

A/n: I hope this is ok. I feel like it's shit but y'know.

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Remember Me (Bucky x Natasha x Daughter!Reader)

Chapter 19

Previously on Remember Me...

Remember Me Masterlist

Word Count: 3,495

Warnings: mentions of Depression and mental health

A/N: I have an idea of what to do with this series so I may have mentioned it within the chapter, let me know what y'all think! Love your feedback!

You run down the hall making abrupt turns whenever you could. Every so often glancing behind you, but they were always a few steps behind you no matter what. One minute you were in your cell and the next they came marching in. You knew what it meant, the code words they used were no secrets.

It all meant that you were being taken back to the scientist and it meant more needles.

You picked up the pace, but didn’t pay attention to where you were going. Eventually tripping over a piece of metal.

“NO!” You screamed as they grabbed you by your arms. “Please! Please, don’t make me go back there!” You yelled into your voice was coarse.

“Enough.” One of the men sternly said as he tightened his grip on your arm.

“Please!” You begged. “I can’t do it anymore, please! I’ll do anything!” You were only five years old, you’ve only been away from your parents for a few weeks.

“Listen, kid!” One of the guards yanked your arm, causing you to gasp. He knelt down to your level, it was the first time anyone has met you eye to eye. “You don’t ever want to say that again.” His eyes were bouncing around, trying to find some simmer of hope within yours, fortunately, yet unfortunately it was everywhere. Your hope was brighter than the sun and for a moment the guard felt horrible. He knew he was a monster, but a monster that needed to make a living. A monster with no other choice, he was in this hell hole with you.

“From here on out, you are all you have. Just you, yourself, and your mind and you hold onto it with every little thing you have, do you hear me?” You nodded. The guard got up, “Don’t expect me to be nice like this again,” he said softly as he glance over to his colleague who throughout the time was staring down the hallway.

They led you into a room, a room that you would become too familiar with in the coming years.

A room that was known for creating monsters.

A room in which you became a monster.

“P-please,” you whispered to the doctors who were placing wires along your body. “I want my mommy,” you begged.

“Test trial 1,” A voice began to say. “Experiment 66.”

“Experiment 66, can you count from 100 backwards?”

“Wh-What? My name is Y/N.”

“Experiment-”

“Y/N!”

“Your name is no longer Y/N. You have no name,” An older looking gentlemen came into your view. “From here on out you are who we say you are and I suggest for your own well being, you listen.”

“Experiment 66,” one of the other doctors said once again, “Can you count from one hundred backwards?” That’s all you were now?

A number?

A play thing for their enjoyment?

A science experiment.

“I want to go home,” you cried.

The doctors glanced at each other, “Begin,” the older gentlemen said. The doctors at first hesitated, “Begin!” he yelled.

And within an instant you felt the electricity run through your veins and then a second later it was gone. You let out a piercing scream, “Stop it!” you screamed. “Please!” You heard the flip of the switch and soon enough you knew what it meant.

“Stop, please!” You cried out.

Again.

“Papa! I want my Papa!” You cried

For some reason since the day you’ve come back home, Bucky has not gotten a full nights rest. It’s been a couple of months, but his mind was racing with any given second.

What if something happened in the middle of the night?

Was she really there? Everytime he check up on you it was the loudest thought in his mind. Were you really there? Or were you just a figment of his imagination?

Bucky got up from bed, glancing over at Natasha who took two full melatonins before bed. Bucky could care less if he got the sleep, but he wanted to make sure Natasha got her rest.

A soft snore edge it’s way out of Natasha’s mouth, Bucky chuckled softly before making his way out of his room. It was time to check up on you again. It was almost every hour, he would get up and check on you.

You room was across the hall from theirs, if Bucky had it his way, you’d be in the same room. But for the sake of Natasha’s sake and yours, you had your own room across the hall.

Bucky closed his bedroom door, his head instantly lifting up. Something was wrong. He quietly made his way across the hall, he could hear soft whimpers coming your room.

It could be an intruder, he thought. They’ve come back for her.

His heart sunk at the thought. It was his biggest fear for the past few weeks, a fear that tormented him. He opened the door to see no intruder, letting a deep breath he had been holding in, his eyes made their way towards your bed. A smile made it’s home on his face, you were safe and you were home. It’s all that mattered to Bucky now, he had his family again.

He turned to walk back out to the hallway.

“Please!” You whimpered. Bucky stopped, he closed his eyes, it was always too good to be true. There was always something to keep him away from normalcy he so desperately wanted. “Let me go!” You cried out. Bucky looked back over at you in horror, of course you had gone through trauma, but you haven’t had any nightmares. He would’ve known, he checked on you every hour.

He quickly made his way over to the side of your bed before climbing in. “Baby doll,” he said softly as he brushed some of your hair out of your face. “It’s time to wake up,” he gently nudged you, he knew out of experience to not startle you awake, but he also knew it was probably best not to wake you. Steve would say tell Bucky that he’d usually wait until he woke himself up, but he did remember feeling reassured by hearing Steve’s voice. It was all Bucky could do at the moment, rather than making the nightmare worse.

“Please,” you cried, “I wanna go home.”

“You are home,” he kissed the top of your head. “You’re home and you’re safe, fiica mea.”

Bucky softly wrapped his arms around you, “Papa!” You whimpered, Bucky closed his eyes feeling the tears beginning to form. It was not easy for him, hearing you beg for him. He couldn’t imagine the things they did to you. Bucky gently brushed his fingers through your hair.

“Papa’s here,” he whispered into your ear. “I’m here,” he reassured. Your breathing slowly began to become more and more steady from the eractiness it had been when your nightmare first began. It put Bucky at an ease, it meant that it was working.

You slowly began to wake up, feeling arms around you and your hair being brushed gently. There was a warmthness that surrounded you, and a feeling in your stomach that you knew but you could not pinpoint what it was. You knew the feeling like an old friend. You leaned against the arm that was around you, there was a cooling touch to it and it did not take you long to know whose arm it belong to. You closed your eyes again, trying to remember when the last time you felt this way.

Your mind was flooded with memories from when you were small and you laid next to your father for the night. Although danger followed the three of you, you felt safe and protected.

Safe.

That’s what it is.

You opened your eyes again, remembering the voice you heard in your nightmares just now, it was your dad. Even in your nightmares, he found a way to protect you. “Dad?” you finally spoke up, Bucky jumped a little, not expecting to see you awake just yet.

“You okay, doll?” He asked softly, as you got up from your position. You gave him a nod, “you want to talk about it?” You remained silent. Part of you wanted to, but the other already felt guilty for what had just happened, it was enough for one night. Bucky could sense your hesitation, he did not want to pressure you into talking, but he also did not want you bottling these feelings up.

If you were anything like him, he knew that therapy was probably spent just an hour of silence. As much as he appreciated Dr. Raynor and what she has done for him, he thinks they both can agree what you really needed was someone with a shared experience.

Bucky got up from the bed, making his way over to your closet, “what are you doing?” you asked as you watched him rummage through your things.

“How many pairs of shoes do you own?” He asked in disgust, “Do you really need two pairs of the same shoe?”

“Mom said I should always have a second pair of my favorite shoe.”

“You have a lot of favorite shoes then,” he mumbled. “You definitely take after her on that,” he chuckled. Bucky walked out of the closet with a pair of black slip-on vans that looked pretty beat up, “Put these on.”

“Why?” you asked.

“We’re gonna go on a walk.”

“Okay,” you placed the shoes on, before grabbing your gray sweatshirt that was on your desk chair. “What about mom?”

“She took two of those melatonin gummies, she won’t be waking up, even if I tried to wake her up.” You followed your dad out into the hallway, “wait here,” he whispered. You watched as he walked into his bedroom, a few seconds later he walks out with a sweater and his shoes. He motions for you to follow him to the elevator. This living space was only temporary, your parents were in the market for a house in the suburbs or even a cabin by the lake. Something peaceful. You voted Cabin by the lake.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you blindly followed Bucky down the street.

“You’ll see,” he said with a smile. You both walked for what felt like miles, but it was only a mile and a half. Bucky stopped in front of the doors of a small diner. A twenty-four hour sign flicked off then back on every so often. “After you,” Bucky gestured as he opened the door which rang the bell that hung above. Bucky waved at the waitress who was behind the counter, “Hi, Diane.”

You didn’t question it, you followed Bucky to a booth. Grabbing a menu to look over the items, “Get whatever you want,” Bucky said.

You nod, continuing to look over at the menu items. Diane eventually walks over giving you a grin, “Well, who do we have here?”

“Diane, this is my daughter, Y/N.”

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Y/N.” Diane playfully smacks Bucky’s arm, “you never told me you had a daughter.”

Bucky chuckles, “Sorry, Diane.” He glanced over at you, he never knew how to talk about you. Would it had been with past tense? Present tense? Would he speak about you as if you were always with him? No, he thought to himself. He wouldn’t be able to bare it. Lying to not only himself but everyone he ever became acquaintances with. “I’ll just have my usual.”

“Figured as much, and what about you, Miss Y/N?”

“Um,” you frantically looked over the menu once more, your eyes kept looking over at the item you wanted the most, but felt too old for.

“Get whatever you want, hon,” Bucky reassured.

“Can I get the smiley face pancakes?” You asked with a hint of embarrassment.

Diane couldn’t help but smile, “Of course, anything to drink?”

You glance over at Bucky, your eyes asking for the approval and it was as if he had read your mind. He gave you a small nod, “Oreo shake, please.”

“It’ll be right out,” Diane stated as she walked away.

You both remained in silence until the food came out, you grinned from ear to ear as Diane placed the smiley face pancakes in front of you. Bucky did everything he possibly could to savor that moment he saw you grin. If it were anyone else, they would’ve have taken their phone out to capture the moment, but he didn’t want to just capture the moment. He wanted to live it.

And for a split second, it was as if you were a little girl again. As if, in a split second, you were no longer a teenager, but the girl he once knew and adored, the one he lost, but he blinked. He blinked and it was all taken away from him.

Diane placed his plate in front of him, he could hear her muffled voice, asking if you both needed anything and before his body could even react you responded with no. Bucky still had his eyes on you when Diane walked away and you began to scarf down your pancakes. You held your fork the same way you did as a child, and you still ate with the same posture.

It was like that little girl inside never left, just too afraid to show herself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You were almost done with your pancakes when you looked up to notice that he hadn’t even touched his food. “What?” you asked, tilting your head in a confused manner.

“I could’ve tried harder,” he said softly. “You were just a kid.”

“We don’t have to talk about this now, dad,” you said softly as you looked around. The diner was empty, but you couldn’t help but always have the feeling that someone could be listening. It was something you were still trying to get accustomed to.

Bucky sighed, pushing his plate away, suddenly his appetite was gone. “I’m gonna go ask for a box to take this,” he said as he got up from the booth.

You quickly finished your pancakes as you watched him ask Diane for a couple of containers and to go cups for the milkshak. There was a feeling in the pit of you stomach, the same feeling you would get when Zemo wanted to see you.

It was fear.

Anxiety.

You didn’t know what happened between the time you had placed your order to the time you got your food to make him want to leave so quickly. Was it something you did?

You grabbed your milkshake, taking a sip.

Was it because you got a milkshake? You were quick to put the milkshake back on the table. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten it after all.

Your dad came back after a few minutes, “I got you some to go cups for your milkshake,” he gave you a small smile as he placed the to go cups in front of you before packing up his food.

You had finished your food, so you quickly transferred your milkshake into the to go cup. You realized that Diane also gave you the extra’s, so you transferred it into another cup that Bucky had given you. You placed the cup with extra’s next to him, “For you,” you said with a smile.

Bucky smiled at the gesture, “you sure?” You gave him a nod, “that’s definitely something you don’t get from your mother.”

“What?”

“Sharing food,” he chuckled as he took a sip from his milkshake. “You ready?” you gave him another nod, “Let’s go then.” He took his wallet out, leaving a few bills on the table before following you out of the restaurant.

You began to walk the way you both came, “wrong way,” Bucky said. You turned around to see him gesture at you to follow him.

Once again, words weren’t exchanged as you both walked along the sidewalk. Bucky struggled to know exactly what to say and how to say it. Coming from a different generation where, a lot of things were best left unsaid to a generation where everything was talked about. Mental health was no longer thought of as something bad.

Going to therapy is common now, talking about how things can effect you in different ways and how to deal with those effects. It was all still new to him. Everyday was still a struggle.

Unbeknownst to him, Bucky had led you to the Central Park just as the sun was slowly beginning to make its appearance. He sat down at one of the many benches nearby, you sat beside him.

You watched as the sky slowly began to change color, the sun still hidden in the horizon, but the shades of orange and pink were apparent in the sky.

“You know, we used to do this a lot when you were younger,” bucky finally said.

“This?” you gestured towards the park.

He chuckled, “The early morning breakfasts and coming here, to this exact bench,” Bucky sighed, “and watch the sunrise.”

“Was mom with us?”

“Sometimes,” the sun slowly began to peak through the trees, “A lot of times it was just you and me because you would keep your mom up and well, I felt like she deserved to sleep in.”

Maybe you were too little to remember, but you still tried your hardest to remember. “I’d give anything to remember that,” you whispered.

“You were too little,” Bucky said. You both remained silent, letting the birds that surrounded the park do the talking. “I’m sorry,” he said again.

“You have nothing to apologize f-”

“Yes, I do,” he interrupted. “I was the fucking Winter Soldier for christ sake. I was made to be one of the best assassins out there, yet I couldn’t even protect you.”

“It’s okay,” you said.

“No, Y/N. It’s not. I was weak, they had your mother, but I could’ve done something and I’m sorry. If I could go back in time and tell myself what I know now, I would.”

“But you can’t,” you scoffed, “you can’t meet your past self, it’s time travel 101 and that’s okay, because you found me.”

Yes, he found you, but to Bucky it wasn’t good enough and there a small part of you that felt it wasn’t good enough too. Part of you knew your father couldn’t go back in time and let his past self know what the outcome was, but that didn’t mean you could.

“I did find you,” Bucky took in a deep breath, “but now you went through things I wish you never had to go through.”

You thought back to your recent session with Dr. Raynor, the things she’s mentioned and how adamant you were about everything being fine. All these efforts your parents were making to make it all normal, “Everything is not okay,” you whispered to yourself.

“What?”

“I’m not okay,” you said a little louder, “You’re not okay, mom isn’t okay. Everything is not okay and we keep acting like it is and like everything is normal but it isn’t.”

Bucky did not know what to say, but you were right. It wasn’t okay. They’ve been trying to cover up the dam with ducttape, but it wasn’t a fix, it was just patching holes that were soon going to break.

“I want it all back,” you softly said. “I want to be three again and running around with you and mom. I was oblivious to the obvious dangers that surrounded me but I was obliviously safe.” You began to feel the tears in your eyes. “I want it all back, it hurts.”

“I know,” Bucky whispered.

“I don’t want powers, I don’t want all this trauma that could be used for a better good. I just want the three of us to be normal, I want it all back. Like how it used to be.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I’m tired of pretending,” Bucky didn’t say anything, he knew all you needed him to do was to sit and listen, “I don’t want to pretend that everything is okay, but I don’t know how to get past that everything might not ever be okay.” You glanced up at Bucky, tears in your eyes, “Can you hold me?”

Bucky let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Of course,” he pulled you into his arms without hesitation, kissing the top of your head. “You don’t have to pretend anymore, Y/N. Just let us in.” And like that, the dam burst. You let out a sob, letting it control your body like you were a little girl again. The deep double breaths that always gave you a headache, the snotty nose, and the red puffy eyes. The little girl inside you was screaming and she was finally being heard.

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hunkahulkaaburningfudge · 1 year

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😭😭😭

Black Widow (2016) #9

#buckynat #black widow #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #winter soldier #winterwidow #bucky x natasha #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff #black widow 2016 #marvel comics #marvel 616 #616 natasha romanoff #616 black widow #616 bucky barnes #616 winter soldier #black widow comics

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anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 9 months

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Uh, Guys?

My Masterlist

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: There Was Only One Bed, no smut (i know, rare for me these days), idiots in love. bi!reader, bc both bucky and natasha are hot and i’m so fucking gay. implied bi!natasha bc she also likes bucky. mentions of guns, shooting, blood, and medical supplies. nervous!reader. best friends to lovers x2. it’s just pretty fluffy

Word Count: 2417

Summary: You get put on a mission with both the infamous Winter Soldier and Black Widow to take down a Hydra base. You get shot and the extraction plan goes haywire but Tony knows a safe house. The only issue? There’s only one bed and you have a massive crush on both assassins.

“Okay, HYDRA missions are officially the worst.” You said into your comms, running through the halls, away from gunfire, towards the computer terminal. You threw the door closed behind you and quickly looked around for any agents or doors that could be used to attack you. Seeing that you were leaning against the only door, you grabbed a chair and shoved it under the doorknob.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asked through the comms.

You nodded before remembering she couldn’t see you. “Ah, yea-um, maybe.” You said, plugging the USB in. “I’m in the room with the computer, but I’m pretty sure I got shot.”

“I’m on my way to you, Y/N.” Bucky said, jogging towards where he knew the terminal was.

“Don’t bother, I shoved a chair under the door so nobody can get in and I’m not moving it just for you to carry me out of here. I’m fine, I’m still standing, and- oh, okay, I’m bleeding more than I thought, but I’m fine.” You replied, downloading all of the files on the computer for Tony and FRIDAY to sort through later.

Bucky sighed audibly through the door, “Really, N/N? Let me in please, just so you don’t accidentally bleed out alone?”

You checked the files to make sure they were downloading properly and moved the chair enough so you could open the door to make sure Bucky wasn’t being impersonated by a HYDRA agent. “What’s the password?” You asked, knowing that everyone on the team had a secret password with the other in case of something like this.

Bucky chuckled, rolling his eyes and leaning in the doorway slightly. “Monopoly.” You sighed dramatically and moved the chair out of the way, letting Bucky in. “You didn’t believe it was truly me?” He asked, dramatically offended.

“Buck, with the way technology is these days, they could probably clone you. Hell, the clone could know the code word and you’re not actually here with me, it’s an agent that’s gonna kill me.” You sat back down, continuously downloading their files and deleting them off the computer once you had them.

“Well, doll, you know that’s not it.” He said, leaning in the doorway to be able to watch you and the hallway.

You chuckled, watching the last of the files download. “Yeah, I know, but it could be.”

Bucky watched drops of blood continuously drip onto the floor. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re bleeding a lot.”

“I’m fine, Buck. This is not the first time I’ve been shot. It’s not important.” You said, pulling the USB out and turning to him.

“Where is it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My bicep is going to be fine.” You replied calmly, walking out of the room and jogging back towards where the three of you landed after parachuting out of the quinjet.

“Did you just try to convince me that your arm wasn’t important?!” Bucky shouted after you, jogging to catch up, the both of you running out of the building and to Natasha.

She raised an eyebrow at you and Bucky, motioning around to the empty clearing. “First of all, your arm is extremely important. Secondly, apparently, they booked more missions than extractions, so we have no way of getting home for the immediate future. Third, Tony has a safe house about 3 miles northeast of here, and he sent me the coordinates. Apparently we’re stuck together until at least morning.”

Bucky nodded at Natasha’s words and started walking northeast, you and Natasha following behind. You quickly fell into a rhythm of just following their footsteps as you got lost in your own head. It wasn’t that you were scared of Natasha or Bucky, not at all. You and Nat had been best friends for years, and Bucky was one of the only other people you would go to when you were feeling out of it. Your current issue was that you had feelings for them both, which had ruined your last relationship, since your ex-girlfriend figured out that she was not your priority. Cradling your arm to your chest, Natasha and Bucky finally realized you weren’t contributing to the conversation and turned to look at you.

“N/N?” Bucky asked softly, snapping you out of your trance. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You said, sighing. “This just hurts a little more than I thought. How much further do you think it is?”

Nat smiled, laughing at you a little. “Darling, it’s been 10 minutes. We have a while to go.”

“It’s not still bleeding, is it?” Bucky asked again.

“No, the bullet lodged in my shoulder, so it’s not bleeding. Let’s just go, please? I’d really like to sit down.” You replied, walking past them in the direction you had all started in.

Natasha and Bucky gave each other a look before Bucky jogged over to you, picked you up bridal style, and kept jogging. Nat was jogging after the two of you, figuring that Bucky would want to get you to the safe house, stitched up and bulletless as soon as possible before your injury got any worse.

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Twenty minutes of light jogging and your complaining that you could walk perfectly fine and Bucky didn’t need to carry you anywhere passed the time quickly, and before you knew it, the three of you were standing on the porch of the safe house. Natasha opened the door and allowed Bucky to take you inside.

“Uh, guys? I may be hallucinating from blood loss, but there’s only one bed.” You said, tapping Bucky on the shoulder.

Natasha and Bucky shared a look, Bucky setting you down on the bed. “Tony did this on purpose.” She said, sitting next to you. “You know we’re gonna have to take your tac suit off to dress the wound, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You said, wincing.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, cradling your arm as he slid it out of your sleeve.

“I’m just in a bit of pain, and I’m not wearing a shirt underneath this.” Bucky’s eyes widened. “It’s comfier without the shirt and the fabric crinkles weirdly, but I’m wearing a bra.” You reassured him. “You aren’t gonna see everything, Buck.”

“I’ll still feel better if Nat does it.” He said, shifting his weight between his feet.

Nat glanced between the two of you. “I can’t do that. I can’t stitch wounds, Buck. It has to be you, especially because that’s Y/N’s dominant arm.”

“Yeah, I can’t pull the bullet out and stitch my own wound shut this time, unfortunately.” You said, shrugging with your unwounded arm. “But if it would make you feel better, Nat can help me out of my suit. I’m wearing a pair of shorts and I’m sure that there’s an extra shirt around here somewhere that I can wear.”

“I can absolutely help you out of your suit, honey.” Nat said, reaching for the zipper.

Bucky averted his eyes, blushing, as Nat helped you out of the mission-necessary tactical suit. “I’m gonna go find the medical kit I know Tony must have in here, shout when you’re ready for me.”

“Okay, Buck. Sure.” You said softly, wincing as your shot arm came out of the sleeve.

“Don’t mind his nervousness.” Nat said, moving towards the other shoulder. “He hasn’t really been with anyone since waking up from HYDRA and getting the trigger words taken out of his head. And I know he likes you, so that doesn’t probably make things better.”

Your eyes widened. “Bucky likes me?”

Natasha nodded quickly, “He’s not the only one. Do you have feelings for anyone?”

“I- um, yes? I just don’t want to say anything.” You said, averting your eyes from where Natasha was sliding your tac suit down your body.

“Why’s that?” She asked.

“I have feelings for more than one person. And I’m friends with them both and they’re friends.” You blurted out, feeling her hands skim over the band of your bra.

She nodded in response, slipping a finger in the band. “This is cute. Where’d you get it?”

“Ardene, you’d like it. I get a lot of stuff from there.” You breathed a sigh of relief that she was going to let this topic slide.

“Do I know either of them?” She asked, sliding your suit down further.

You nodded. “Both of them. Quite close, actually.”

“Am I?” You shivered slightly as you felt her breath ghost over your stomach. “You know it’s okay to talk about feelings, honey.” You hummed in agreement, mulling over in your head whether or not to tell her. “Buck or I won’t judge you.” Nat pulled your suit off and ran her hands up and down your calves a few times in a soothing motion.

Bucky popped his head back into the room. “What aren’t we judging?”

“Y/N has a crush on two people she’s friends with, they’re friends, and I’m apparently quite close to both of them.” Nat explained, keeping eye contact with you and slightly raising one eyebrow to make sure she got the facts right. You nodded once, sharply, fighting the urge to crawl under the covers and curl in on yourself.

“Oh, baby doll.” Bucky said, coming to sit next to you on the bed. “You know you can tell us anything.” He wrapped an arm around you and you burrowed your face into his chest. “Oh shit, this is something you’re really nervous about, isn’t it, doll?”

You nodded, knowing now you were going to have to tell both of them the truth. “I like you.” You said softly, knowing Bucky’s super-soldier hearing would pick it up.

“You like me, baby doll?” He asked, rubbing your back as Nat came to sit on your other side. You nodded again, attempting to burrow further into his chest. “Hey, that’s okay, sweet pea. I like you too.”

“Nat told me that.” You said softly, feeling the glare from your best friend burn into your back.

“Who’s the other one, N/N?” She asked sharply.

“You.” You said into Bucky’s chest, knowing he pointed at Nat when he heard you say it.

“Me?” Nat asked, surprised.

You nodded, pulling your head out of Bucky’s chest, but not willing to meet either of their eyes. “Of course it’s you guys. It’s always been the two of you there for me.” You paused, letting them mull over what you just said. “It’s why Meg and I split.”

Bucky turned you to face him so he could start pulling the bullet out of your shoulder. “How so, baby doll?” Nat rested her chin on your other shoulder, holding out a hand for you to squeeze.

“Well, she didn’t like the fact that I was constantly on missions, which is literally my job, so that didn’t help matters. But the other thing is that she said I looked at you guys differently than her, treated the two of you better.” You said, looking down and squeezing Nat’s hand.

Nat rubbed your back, knowing that if you hadn’t told the two of them this, you hadn’t told anyone. “She broke up with you because she could tell you liked us?”

You nodded. “She said that if she wasn’t my first priority then we weren’t meant to be. And work is always my priority.”

“But then it’s us?” Bucky asked softly, stopping the bleeding of the removal from the bullet before he stitched you shut again.

“Yeah.” You said softly. “She didn’t like that much.”

Bucky stitched you up, and as he had changed out of his suit while finding the medical kit, pulled his shirt off for you to wear. “Here, sweetheart. You’re all stitched up.”

“Oh, thank you, Buck.” You said, putting on his shirt, the nickname and his scent lighting your insides on fire. You sighed softly, curling up under the covers and rolling away from both of them, not knowing what to say to your two closest friends now that you had spilled your heart to them and they didn’t say anything.

Nat knelt next to you on the bed, gently placing a hand on your busted shoulder. “N/N, please don’t pout. Buck and I have talked, because we both like each other, and you. We want to try to make this work.”

Bucky knelt on the floor, cupping your face in his hands. “We don’t have to move quickly, baby doll, we just wanna be with you, if that’s something you’d be okay with.”

“Yeah.” You said softly. “I’d be okay with that. But how does something like this even work?”

“Baby, this is like any relationship, we’ll figure it out as we go. Communication and comprehension is key. And we’re pretty good at that.” Nat said, gently rolling you onto your back. “So why don’t we just start with cuddles? And we can go from there later.”

You nodded, moving over to the middle of the bed so they could both crawl in with you. “Is this okay? Or did you guys want to be closer to each other?”

“This is perfect, baby doll.” Bucky said, reaching across you to throw his arm over both you and Nat.

“Yeah, perfect.” Nat said, snuggling further into your side.

“Yeah, this is everything I’ve ever wanted.” You said, leaning your head against Nat’s while curling further into Bucky.

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“Quick take a picture!” You heard somebody exclaim to wake you up. You were still very disoriented, having just woken up and you hadn’t even blinked your eyes open when light flashed behind them.

“What the fuck is that?” Nat mumbled into your shoulder, eyes closed still.

“I dunno.” You mumbled, wrapping an extra arm around her. “Don’ really care either.”

Bucky pulled you both closer. “It’s Sam and Steve here to pick us up.”

“But ‘m comfy ‘n sleepy.” You mumbled into Nat’s hair.

“I know you are, baby doll.” He said, beginning to untangle himself from the cuddle pile the three of you were in. “How about we all go for a nap back at the compound after we let your bullet wound actually get checked out?” Once untangled, Bucky picked you up in one arm and Nat in the other to carry you back onto the quinjet.

You nuzzled into his shoulder. “That sounds good.”

“So how did this all happen, punk?” Steve asked, taking you carefully from Bucky so neither you or Nat were dropped.

Bucky glanced between you and Nat fondly. “We’re all idiots.”

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yeahthatsonearthdipshit000 · 4 months

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Winterwidow is a ship that can be so personal I don't know how to explain it

#I've been on like a five month hiatus and this is all I could come up with #marvel #winterwidow #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff #Bucky barnes #winter soldier #natasha romanoff #black widow #Help

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nataliasquote · 3 months

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Back in time | n romanoff | winterwidow

Summary: Natasha and Bucky’s daughter seeks comfort in her Aunt Wanda as her parents go missing on a mission

Warnings: mentions of childbirth, bullying, I think that’s it?

Pairings: WinterWidow (aka my all time favourite ship)

wc: 3.1k

note: another one of my favourites, and there is a part 2! Winterwidow is my favourite ship and I definitely want to write more about them

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There was a small knock on Wanda's bedroom door. Her head shot up from the book she was reading and she made her way over to the door. As she opened it she saw 16 year Y/n looking at the floor, clutching a very worn out teddy bear.

"Hey Y/n? You ok?" Wanda asked, opened the door fully.

"Can I come in?" the teenager whispered, still not wanting to look up.

"Of course honey. Is everything ok?" Y/n didn't say anything, choosing to climb onto Wanda's bed and dive under the covers. Wanda tilted her head at her niece's odd behaviour. "Y/n/n?"

A small hum in response came from under the duvet so Wanda resumed her place on the bed. "What's going on honey?"

There was another muffled reply which Wanda couldn't make out, so she gently pulled the covers from Y/n's face. "What was that?"

"I miss Mama and Papa" she whimpered before burying her head back into the pillow. Wanda's heart sank. There had been no word from Natasha or Bucky for months now and no one wanted to admit the worst. They'd stopped all contact which left Y/n panicking more and more everyday.

"I know baby, I know" she said, rubbing the young girl's back. "they're going to be ok-"

"How do you know that!" Y/n cried, turning around in the bed to face Wanda. "No one has heard anything. Don't lie to me. Please don't lie to me," she sobbed and tears were now streaming down her face.

"Baby I'm sorry."

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound being Y/n's sniffles.

"Can you tell me about them?"

*16 years ago*

"Wanda!" Bucky pounded on the door. "Wanda!"

"Woah woah hang on. I'm coming" The 18 year old ran to her door and was met by a very frantic and panic stricken Bucky. "What's happened?"

"It's Nat. She was shot and- she- she's with Bruce but she was shot in the stomach and I don't know if- if the baby is-"

"Hang on. Baby? What baby?"

Bucky stayed silent for a moment. "Godammit. Nat's pregnant. We didn't want to tell anyone this early on, but now I don't know what to do. What if she doesn't make it? What if the baby doesn't make it?"

Wanda grabbed Bucky by his arm and pulled him into her room, shutting the door behind him. "First of all, you need to calm down. Nat is going to be fine. She's Natasha Romanoff for god's sake. She's the strongest woman we know." Her words clearly had an effect on Bucky, who breathed out a deep breath. "And I didn't think she could get pregnant?"

Bucky shook his head as he stared at the floor. "Neither did we. That's why we weren't too careful. But somehow she is, and now..."

"Hey! Stop it!" Wanda's head tilted and Bucky gulped. He was being intimidated by an 18 year old. "Don't you dare think like that."

"Sorry" he mumbled.

"Do you know how far along she is?"

"About 4 months. She's only just showing, so we've managed to hide it. But now everyone is going to know, and Nat's going to be in danger."

"Then we protect her. Buck, look at me. We live in a building with 2 super soldiers, a guy with a powerful suit, a raging monster, an assassin, 2 enhanced people, plus a bunch of others. I think we've pretty much got it covered."

"I can't loose them Wanda. They're my girls. I- I need to go and see her. Thank you."

Wanda didn't even get a chance to respond before he raced out of the room, leaving her grinning at the news. "A girl?" She whispered to herself. "I'm gonna be an auntie!"

*5 months later*

"Fuck!" Nat screamed, her hand gripping Bucky's metal one, almost crushing the vibranium. She'd been in labour for 10 hours already, and had shouted at everyone who dared get in her way. "Get this demon out of me!”

"Nat, doll, that's our daughter you're talking about. She's not a demon-"

"You aren’t pushing a fucking watermelon out of your vagina! This is your fault!”

Bucky went to speak, but was cut off by another scream from Nat. Once the contraction had subsided, she was out of breath. "Get Wanda" she breathed. Bucky didn't dare question her. He asked JARVIS to bring Wanda down, and the Sokovian arrived in record time.

"Wanda! Can you use your magic to get this little fucker out of me!" A contraction hit her mid sentence.

Wanda stood there in shock. "Um... I'm- I'm not sure that's how it works Nat."

"I don’t care! Get it out of me!"

Bruce carefully made his way to Nat's bedside, a nervous expression on his face. "Ok, you can start pushing on the next contraction."

A scream rattled through the room as the next contraction hit Nat. She had grabbed Wanda's hand too, which unfortunately was not made of vibranium.

It took another 20 minutes before Nat had finally given birth to healthy baby girl. She was tiny and Wanda had to bite her lip to stop her from squealing in delight. Bruce handed Nat her baby and she placed her on her chest, her eyes completely transfixed on her beautiful baby. Everyone in the room left to give the new parents some space.

"She's beautiful" Bucky husked, softly stroking his daughter's head.

"Hi baby girl." Nat said as her daughter opened her eyes. "Its me, it's mama." The baby blinked slowly and her tiny hand lifted to wrap her around Nat's finger. Bucky and Nat both awed at the sight.

"Can you go and get Wanda?" Nat asked Bucky, still looking at her daughter. He nodded and went outside. "Mama's got you baby. I'm gonna protect you." She pressed a kiss to her forehead and moved her hospital gown down to lay her daughter on her chest. Her baby let out a coo as she felt her mother's skin properly for the first time.

The door opened and Nat tore her eyes away for a moment to smile at Wanda as she entered the room.

"Oh Nat, she's beautiful. Hey sweetheart" Wanda cooed as Y/N's blue-green eyes looked up at her.

As Wanda was admiring the newest addition to there family, Nat looked up at Bucky, who gave her a smile and nodded.

"Wands, we need to ask you something." The teenager looked expectant. "Will you be Y/n's godmother?"

Tears sprang to her eyes as she frantically nodded. "Yes." She squeaked. "Hello Y/n. What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

*15 years ago*

"Come on Y/n. Say mama" Nat said as she bounced Y/n on her lap. Y/n had been babbling for months now, and everyone thinks she's going to say her first word.

"No, Y/n say dada"

Y/n started babbling and she blew bubbles out of her lips, drool dangerously close to dripping on her teddy bear.

"Mama" Nat said.

"Dada" Bucky said.

"A-a-a" Y/n babbled.

"Yeah! Mama!" Nat encouraged. "Come on baby. Say mama"

"Wa-wa-wana. Wana.: Y/n said, looking directly at Wanda.

"Yes! She said Wanda!" Wanda stood up and did a victory dance, pressing kisses all over her goddaughter's face.

"No! Y/n you were supposed to say Mama!" Nat said.

"Um, no, she was going to say dada!"

Everyone chimed in, talking over the top of each other about the word they thought Y/n was going to say. But the newly 1 year old was very overwhelmed at the noise, and she started crying, her little face bright red as her fists screwed up.

Bucky quickly scooped up his daughter and brought her to his chest, rocking her slowly to calm her cries. But she wouldn't calm down. Her cried only got louder. Nat told everyone to leave, apart from Wanda who was clearly her daughter's favourite. Bucky moved to the couch and sat down, still cradling Y/n to his chest. Her wails had turned into screams and Nat's heart broke slightly. Taking a seat beside Bucky, she carefully took her daughter from him and lifted up her shirt to lay her on her chest. Her cries subsided instantly and both parents breathed a sigh of relief.

That was Nat's advantage. Y/n loved being on Nat's skin. The trio's nightly routine consisted of Bucky and Nat laying in bed watching some random movie, whilst Y/n play on Nat's naked chest in just her diaper once she’d finished feeding.

The minute Y/n made contact with Nat's skin, her hands reached out. Nat and Bucky both laughed, knowing what her action meant.

“Do you mind if I-“ Nat gestured to her chest whilst looking at Wanda who just smiled softly, shaking her head.

“Don’t let me get in the way of little miss hungry. I can come back.”

“Don’t be silly Wanda,” Nat said as she adjusted herself to allow her baby girl to latch on whilst comfortably lying in her arms. "Oh she's mama's girl alright." She said with a smirk towards a very disgruntled Bucky.

Wanda watched the way her niece’s tiny hands clutched at Natasha’s skin as she drank yet her big green eyes stared directly at her auntie."I think you'll find she's a Wanda's girl."

"Watch it Maximoff. We can very easily strip you of that title." Bucky threatened, but he had a smile on his face. He loved how everyone loved Y/n.

"I'm not sure Y/n will be very happy about that."

*15 years ago*

"That's it Y/n, keep going." Wanda was encouraging her to stack her hoops in the correct order. The 2 year old shuffled around on her bottom as she clapped with delight, her teddy bear lying in her lap. Wanda watched her for a few more minutes before Clint called her name to ask her a question.

But Y/n hated the lack of attention. Being the only baby in the compound, she was used to everyone chatting to her and playing with her. So, when she found herself without anyone, she wasn't happy. She started whining, shuffling around to pull on Wanda's sleeves. But her auntie only offered her hand for Y/n to play with, which, for the 2 year old, was not enough. She whined louder, but Wanda only wiggled her fingers more.

Y/n held onto Wanda's hand and looked around. Her mama was sat on the couch next to Steve, and the 2 were chatting happily. Y/n whined again to try and get Nat's attention. She called out "Mama" but the room was loud so Nat didn't hear her.

Being a true Romanoff, Y/n was determined to get to Nat. She rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself to her feet. She wobbled slightly but stayed standing. The chatting had died down and Tony had started recording after seeing the little avenger on her feet. But Y/n didn't notice the new quiet room. She had her eyes set on Nat. Placing one foot in front of the other, she slowly waddled over to her mama, who had slid off the couch and was sat on the floor with her arms outstretched. Y/n took a few more wobbly steps, her destination almost touchable. With one more step she was scooped up into Nat's arms and they spun around together as the room erupted into cheers.

Y/n's bubbly laugh made everyone else laugh as they all celebrated. Her face was covered in kisses from both her mama and her papa and she kicked her legs happily as she settled on Nat's lap.

Nat bounced her daughter up and down on her knee, grinning at the giggles that Y/n let out. Her scarlett red hair had formed curls on the top of her tiny head and Nat ran her fingers through them. Her little miracle was the light of her life, and she had to pinch herself every now and then.

"You did such a good job baby!" Nat praised and Y/n pressed a messy kiss to her cheek. The toddler wiggled a bit on her mother's lap before she reached her arms out to Wanda.

"Wawa" she babbled, wanting attention from her aunt. Wanda internally squealed at the nickname that she had been gifted since the beginning and scooped Y/n into her arms.

"I love you I love you I love you!" She said as she also scattered kisses over her nieces face.

*11 years ago*

"Auntie Wanda?" 5 year old Y/n asked. "I don't wanna go to school anymore."

Wanda went to sit next to Y/n, who was sat on the bottom step of the stairs. "Why's that baby? You had so much fun last week."

Y/n stayed quiet for a moment before she spoke up. "I don't like it when people are mean to me. I wanna stay with you and mama and papa. You're nice to me."

Wanda's heart broke hearing her niece so sad. "Who's mean to you baby?"

"The boys in my class. They said I'm a carrot because of my hair. And someone put paint on my card that I made for Mama so she couldn't have it anymore." Y/N reached into her backpack and pulled out a piece of paper with a picture on it. There were 2 figures in the middle, which Wanda guessed were Y/n and Nat, and the sun had been painted in the background. But there was a thick black streak crossing the middle of the painting, it was obvious it wasn't supposed to be there.

"Oh baby." Wanda pulled her niece onto her knee. "I'm sure your mama will still love it. And you know what? I love it."

"Even though it's ruined?" Y/n asked, her big green eyes looking directly at Wanda.

"Yes. Because I can see it was beautiful. Do you know who ruined it?"

Y/n shrugged, which was understandable seeing as she had only been in school for 2 weeks. "The same boy who said I was a carrot. Bu- but I told him my hair is red, not orange, but he just laughed at me. And then everyone else did too. I don't wanna have red hair anymore."

"Y/n, look at me for a second.What do you think of mommy's hair?"

"Pretty" Y/n muttered.

"And mine?"

"Pretty"

"So why isn't yours pretty?"

"Because I don't look like mama. She's pretty but I don't look like that."

"Baby you're beautiful. And I don't know who's told you you don't look like your Mama, but you do. You're both beautiful, but you're prettier to me. But not with that frown. Can I see a smile?"

Y/n flashed her gappy toothy smile and Wanda laughed.

"Let's go show Mama your picture, yeah?"

Y/n didn't give her an answer, choosing the sprint away to find her mom, leaving Wanda on the stairs, grinning to herself.

*10 years ago*

"Wands? Can I come in?" Nat was stood outside her best friend's room, her hands clasping and unclasping together.

"Yeah sure it's unlocked."

The assassin carefully made her way into the room and took a seat on the edge of Wanda's bed. She was dressed in her black widow suit ready for a mission she was about to go on. But she had an important question.

"You leaving already?" Wanda commented but Nat didn't respond. "Nat?"

"Wands I need to ask you something. And I need you to answer truthfully."

"You're scaring me Nat. What's going on?"

Nat took a deep breath, her hands fiddling with her cuffs. "Will you promise to take care of Y/n when I'm gone?"

Wanda’s brow furrowed. "Of course. You know I always do. I love your kid." Y/n was her little angel, any moment they spent together was her favourite.

"No, I don't mean when I'm on a mission Wanda. I mean if I die. Will you promise to take care of her?" The redhead assassin was trying desperately to hold back her tears. Even though her daughter wasn’t so little anymore, she was almost 7, leaving on missions never got any easier.

"Nat I-"

"Please?!"

"You're not gonna die Nat, so you don't need to ask me. I'm not-"

Nat ran her hands over her face. "I can't go on this mission unless you tell me Wanda. I trust you. Bucky trusts you. We need to know Y/n is going to be safe if something happens to us. Please? I need to know my baby girl is gonna be ok without me."

Wanda moved to sit next to Nat and wrapped her in a hug. "I'll look after Y/n. But you cannot die. If you die, I will kill you. I cant lose you Nat. Please don't go."

Nat pressed her chin on the top of Wanda's head and kissed her softly. "I'll try my hardest."

The 2 stayed there for a few minutes before JARVIS alerted Nat it was time to go.

"I need to go and say bye to Y/n. Thank you Wanda. For everything."

And with that, she was gone.

*Now*

Wanda upheld her promise, always looking after Y/n when Nat was away. And luckily, both Nat and Bucky returned from that mission. And every mission up until now.

Wanda had been telling Y/n stories for a couple of hours, and finally the teenager was fast asleep, her old teddy bear tucked under her chin. That bear had been through everything that Y/n. The 2 were inseparable.

"They loved you Y/n. And they still do. They'll come home. I know it."

Wanda pressed a kiss to Y/n's forehead and buried down under the covers, laying an arm over her niece as a way of protecting her.

"Please come home, Nat. Y/n needs you... I need you." That was the last thought Wanda sent out into the universe before she fell asleep, praying Nat or Bucky would receive and there way home.

One day, hopefully.

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He Bought a Studio

Fandom: MCU Title: He Bought a Studio Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Natasha Word Count: 4.3k Summary: In an alternate universe where Steve stayed, Natasha lived, and everyone settled down in the Big Apple, this chronicles a Winter Soldier's decent into opening up a dance studio for the Black Widow he's become totally besotted with in super soldier retirement, and many things that come with it. Almost titled, "Five Times Natasha Romanoff Was Right To Be Suspicious Of Bucky Barnes."

Content Warnings: brief smut (oral female receiving), fluff, feelings, a goddaughter, soft former assassins

Additional Notes: Filling my eighth square for Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo - B4 "Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow" and clocking in week 7 of Hot Bucky Summer to fill the prompt "Who's This?"/my pet, my lover, my slave.

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ONE

With reputations that rivaled each other as the world’s most efficient assassin and effective spy respectively, Bucky and Natasha were too suited to each other to ever forge a life with anyone else. They could compete in skill and intellect, they challenged each other, but more than anything else they understood each other – bleeding ledgers something they didn’t have to explain, good and bad days reconciling the past something they didn’t have to clarify. No judgement.

It's also difficult for either of them to surprise the other.

But she can admit she was not expecting anything even close to this.

She blinks furiously, using the pretense of rotating on the spot to take in the space – its smooth hardwood floors and pristine mirrored walls haunting in the mostly-darkened room, one of three or four in the facility if she had assessed correctly – to turn away from his intense gaze directly on her face for a moment.

“You bought a ballet studio,” she says, the words still thicker through her throat than she had hoped they would be.

The feelings competing in her chest are at once heartbreaking and hopeful.

He just hums in confirmation.

“You bought a ballet studio,” she repeats, this time a whisper, but she knows he hears. He hears everything, including the racing of her heart.

Bucky reaches for her hand and tugs her back to him. “Don’t you want to know why?”

“Because you have too goddamn much money from the government settlements?”

“That and my sister loved to dance. You loved to dance. You could dance again.”

“You gonna dance with me, Barnes?” she teases.

He shakes his head and laughs, opening his mouth to protest, but she cuts him off.

“No excuses – between when you grew up and the dance training all Russian assets got, I know you can dance.”

“Agree to run the dance side of the Barnes Ballet Academy and I’ll dance with you whenever you want,” he says, pulling her into his chest and arranging them into an appropriate dance position, one hand holding hers, the other moving to the small of her back.

She yields for a moment, resting her head against his shoulder, and he begins to sway them back and forth slowly to some imaginary music.

“Why did you really buy a ballet studio, Buck?”

He sighs, then kisses the top of her head. “We can’t have everything together, but I can give you this. It’s not…”

He can’t or won’t finish the sentence, but she swallows painfully and then finishes it for him. “It’s not kids.”

“But these rooms can be filled with them every afternoon. Since I bought the studio, I will take care of all the business, and you can just worry about dancing and coaching. Besides, what else is a retired super soldier supposed to do?”

TWO

When she closes the door of the Brooklyn apartment behind her, it’s the wrong kind of quiet.

She fully expected to hear Bucky in the kitchen getting dinner ready or maybe on the phone with the contractor, a choreographer, another instructor, or the parent of a potential student.

“Barnes?”

No answer.

Something is not right. The lights are on like he’s home, but there isn’t a single sound, and all her instincts from her former life kick in, eyes scanning the living room, weight shifting forward on her feet, adopting a predatory stance. Moving down the hallway, she slips her hand behind one of the pictures on the wall, retrieving a gun stashed there only she and Bucky know about, and continues moving slowly and silently on.

Then she hears a scoff from the study.

Natasha’s brows knit together. A scoff?

As she rounds the corner into the study, an immediate assessment of the room is enough to tell her she has no need for defense and lowers her gun. Her boyfriend is on the couch, back to her, engrossed in watching something on his phone with noise-cancelling headphones in. She glides back into the hallway to replace the weapon so it’s at the ready in case of a real threat in the future, and heads back to investigate. She places a hand on his shoulder, and he turns abruptly, smiling when he sees her and pulls out an earbud.

“What’s a girl got to do earn her supper around here?”

He glances at his watch. “Oh, sorry, Nat! I lost track of time with this,” he says, gesturing to the iPad on his lap.

“What are you even watching?”

He smirks, but she can detect a trace of embarrassed color his cheeks. “Save the Last Dance. Here,” he takes her hand off his shoulder and tugs her around the couch and pulls her onto the cushion beside him. He then grabs the remote, turns on the flatscreen television, and throws the movie up from his tablet so they can both watch. “I was only ten minutes in, so we can start over from the beginning.”

Natasha snorts. “You’re really watching this?”

“Of course, I’m watching it! I own a ballet studio! It’s important for me to have a full understanding of the cultural benchmarks and stereotypes that are part of the dance world.”

“What, are you going to watch every dance-centric film and television show out there?”

“Maybe I will,” he responds, a defiant cock of his chin.

Now she just grins and cuddles up into him. “Fine, but I’m ordering in Thai,” she says and taps away quickly at her phone to secure their dinner. When she sets her phone down, she notices there’s also a stack of DVDs on the shelf under the TV, and she can see four of them are from the Step Up franchise, a copy of Center Stage, and Dirty Dancing and Dirty Dancing: Havannah Nights.

For the next few days, Bucky seems to be watching one of the many films he’s continuing to accumulate or an episode of So You Think You Can Dance or Dance Moms either actively or in the background whenever it’s convenient. He’s always a bit incredulous though in his idle commentary and many unconscious scoffs when the latter is playing.

“You know you don’t have to finish that,” she says.

“I always finish what I start, Romanoff.”

“But you do know there are eight seasons, right? It’s important to me that you know there are eight seasons.”

“And I will happily watch them all.”

“Happily?” she jeers.

“I said what I said.”

“Nerd.” She rolls her eyes, but affectionately, and heads out for her meeting with a potential guest choreographer for the girls. There are so many parts of this life she never would have predicted for herself, and a boyfriend obstinately binge-watching reality tv about the dance world wouldn’t even have made the bottom of the list of possibilities.

THREE

For all the dance tv and movie consumption she’d had by proximity when Bucky had started down this ballet studio ownership journey, nothing had prepared Nat for the reality of it.

The way these girls showed up was endearing.

Some of them were a little trying, but they also all tried to do their best. Ballet was demanding and it could be competitive, but Nat worked diligently to establish a teaching staff and culture that focused on grit and community as much as it did on technique.

It was harder with the parents. Some of them still jockeyed for standing both for themselves and their offspring.

She certainly appreciated some of the parents and guardians more than others, but she didn’t want to discount any of them since, for better or worse, they all played integral parts in the lives of her girls, and those experiences affected how they could show up any given day on that dance floor.

Steve’s one of the parents who plays a part in the community, his five-year-old Sarah – Nat and Bucky’s goddaughter – just old enough to start in the youngest class of ballerinas. Steve’s somewhat adopted one of the giant hulking men – Kyle, who’s a single father to one of the other girls in Sarah’s class – always making sure the working-class man feels comfortable and like this can be “the village” that helps.

Nat’s speaking with both men when she feels the intensity of a gaze she’s grown intimately familiar with.

Bucky’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and he’s in conversation with his assistant and two of the community dance class instructors (ballet runs every afternoon, but to make use of the facility and to generate enough money to make it financially sustainable, he’s implementing evening classes across disciplines for adults from simple barre and Zumba to ballroom).He’s talking to them, but he’s mostly looking at her, and when they lock eyes, he glances down to his own hand, then flicks his eyes back up to her before returning his focus to the three people in his immediate vicinity. She takes the hint, and watches as his right hand taps out a message in morse code on his vibranium bicep:

Need you in the office.

Natasha doesn’t frown in front of Steve or Kyle but gives a believable excuse to extract herself and makes her way to the office, navigating with purpose but without drawing attention to their office. He knew the schedule of this place like clockwork, and so to pull her away this close to a class almost never happened.

Within forty-five seconds, she hears his steps approaching and then the turn of the doorknob ahead of his entrance.

She arches one eyebrow, but, Oh…

She knows exactly what that look means.

She can’t help the low laugh that erupts from her chest, but it’s cut off immediately as he crosses the room and claims her mouth in a kiss, lips searing heat, desperate, consuming. His hands were already slipping into the top of her leggings, and his fingers hitched into the band of her underwear, pulling them down in one smooth motion as he forced her back to his desk. He’s never miscalculated anything in his life, so she doesn’t hit the desk clumsily – he lifts her deftly to deposit her on the smooth wooden surface the split second before her hips would’ve knocked into it.

No one else had ever engulfed her with this kind of passion, and she would never get enough of this, of him.

And yet as he trails his lips down the column of her throat, she has to protest, “Buck, I have to be back out there in five minutes.”

“I know. Still need you.”

When he laves his tongue at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, her head rolls back, and she moans, but then she pushes against his chest. “You can wait, you’ll survive.” Though she isn’t quite sure she could now that he had her blood running hot for more.

“Fine, I don’t need you,” he concedes, but then he looks directly into her eyes and his voice drops, “I want you now, and you know I always finish what I start, Romanoff.”

His hands move up her bare legs, thumbs caressing the crease at the top of her thighs, too close to her cunt not to make her heart race, and he smirks.

“Barnes…”

He sinks to his knees, ducks under the fabric of the only partially removed bottoms, and slots himself between her legs, pulling her hips to the edge of the desk before he spits on her slit.

“I can apply my efficiency,” he asserts and presses a kiss onto the tender flesh of her inner thigh resting over his shoulder.

“Cocky bast–”

His mouth directly on her clit cuts her off abruptly. Her folds were slick for him with the intensity of the previous moments, but he mixes her arousal and his spit with his thumb and then slips two fingers inside her channel, seeking the spot he knows so well, the one he knows will quickly bring her to her peak. He makes only a few slow strokes while licking her bud before speeding up, determined to make good on his promise.

Natasha hands go to his head, fingers both carding through and gripping his hair. He hums against her pussy, and her breaths come in short gasps as he continues hurtling her toward ecstasy on the tips of his fingers and tongue. He earnestly strokes her g-spot and then turns his licks to fervent sucking of her bud, and that does it, white heat breaking over her, all her muscles seizing up and then relaxing as he pushes her through it.

She shakes her head, laughing again when he looks up at her, the expression on his face one that would be too smug if he hadn’t earned it. He truly knows her expertly, intimately, in every way.

He extracts himself from between her thighs and helps her redress while she catches her breath. “I wanted you now,” he says, “but for the rest of the afternoon you’ll be thinking about how much I’ll need you later.”

Nat glares at him teasingly. “I have to go out there and–“

“Or you don’t. You have an assistant coach.”

“Unlike some of us, I’m nothing if not a goddamn professional.”

“In every way,” he agrees, though his tone changed. Warmer. Softer. “I’m more than aware.”

And now her heart races again, not due to the physical ministrations but for the undeniable devotion behind those words. She pulls him close again for a sound kiss, which he returns, encircling her softly in his embrace.

After a moment he pulls away and lets her go.

“Two minutes to get to the classroom,” he says. He opens the top right drawer of his desk and pulls out a tin of mints, offering them to her and taking a couple for himself.

FOUR

Natasha hears the clink and slide of metal as Bucky’s key finally slots into the lock of the front door, and so she slides off the counter and turns on the panini press. She doesn’t make much else, but she’s become a bit of a sandwich artist and can make many a good combination, upping her game with grilled sandwiches after the acquisition of the panini press for her birthday.

God, they were so stupidly domestic now, and it was terrible and wonderful all at once.

“You’re finally home!” she calls out from the kitchen, hearing him stride down the hallway towards her. Strange, he usually drops his keys and hangs his jacket before settling in.

“Hi,” he says, popping his head around the corner.

Nat frowns. “Barnes, why are you home so late?”

They often took turns getting home late with different things going on at the studio, but usually it was with a hello and straightaway the explanation since they both care so much for everything happening in their dance world.

He slowly steps around the edge of the doorframe and into the kitchen, cradling the bulge of something held within his jacket.

“Barnes?”

He takes a few steps closer. “My queen–“

“You have never one day in your life called me your queen,” she interrupts, still wary, but now also bemused.

“I could, though. You know I'm your lover, a willing slave to your every wish.”

“You are two feet away from me, stop pouring on the charm and stalling and show me what’s in your jacket.”

His eyes are sparkling with mischief and his smile is sheepish as he looks down. It made her heart already melt and want to bend for whatever is coming. The thought crosses her mind that it’s a look he must’ve had on his face countless times when he was growing up.

“I didn’t ask you before buying a dance studio, and, full disclosure, I already bought everything we need – that being part of why I’m so much later tonight – and we can take it all back if you say no, but I rescued a cat from the alley behind the studio today.”

And with that, he turns and opens the front of his leather jacket to reveal a snow-white cat who looks very cozy tucked in where she was against his chest. Nat knows how comfy it is to be tucked up against that exact spot, it’s one of her favorite places to be.

Nat just grins and shakes her head. Stepping forward, she slowly extends her hand toward the cat. The feline inclines her head, sniffs the tips of her fingers, then bumps her head to stroke herself against Natasha’s hand.

“You are such a softie,” she says, pulling Bucky down by the collar and planting a kiss on his lips.

“So, we can keep her?”

“Yes.”

He kisses her again, then leans down and places the cat on the kitchen floor. “Right, Alpine, you stay here with Nat, and I’ll be right back with your things.”

And in less than a second, he’s already out the door.

Nat puts the sandwiches she had already prepared on the grill, pulls the press closed, and then turns back to look at the cat, who is sitting primly back on her haunches and watching her.

“Alpine, huh?”

The cat blinks up at her.

“This man. How’d HYDRA’s most ruthless assassin end up like this, eh?”

Alpine takes a few steps forward and brushes up against her leg before turning and then heading out of the kitchen, likely back to the door to wait for Bucky.

FIVE

Nat approaches the bedroom doorway silently, preparing to surprise the two individuals laughing inside, but then the peals of laughter and tiny giggles cease, and she hears two bodies plop onto the bed – one big, one small. The door is slightly ajar, and she can see the super soldier and his goddaughter panting, sprawled out on the bed, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling. She loves seeing Bucky like this with Sarah and so decides to give them another moment and observe from the darkness of the hallway.

“I still don’t want to go to bed.” Nat’s face splits into a smile, knowing this Sarah mode all too well. Though it is difficult, summoning up all her godmotherly skills and fortitude, she can handle it well enough when necessary, but Bucky? No way.

“I know. But you’re already on your bed. I’ve won.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep, Uncle Bucky!”

“I’ll read you two picture storybooks or as much as you want from a chapter book, and then sleep. How’s that for a deal?”

“Deal!”

Nat stays in the shadows as she watches Sarah jump down from the bed, run to her bookshelf, and return with what looks like one of her Ramona books. Sarah thought she’d gotten the best deal, tricking her godfather into more reading with a chapter book, but Nat knows Bucky always wants Sarah to pick the latter because it means he’d read to her until she is softly snoring.

Sarah Marie Rogers has the former Winter Soldier irrevocably wrapped around her tiny fingers – had done since she was born and had only become more adept over the years at making him melt time and time again.

And it is as she’s watching him smooth Sarah’s hair down and pull the covers up over her little body with such tenderness that Nat knows why he’d brought home a cat last month, bought a building to turn into a dance studio a year and a half ago, and asked her on a date three years ago.

Her.

Sarah had changed everything.

Logistically, Steve had retired, and that removed him from the orbit of their team and their missions, resulting in slightly more time that she interacted with Bucky before they retired, but she’d never sat back and critically analyzed what had changed before that.

Sarah had changed her, too, no question.

But now she can see it.

Sarah was the first baby born close to Bucky, and he’d been smitten and over the moon about her immediately.

She was the first thing the man had loved unconditionally and without apology, a love unrestrained that he had never experienced in possibly any way similar since before he went away to war. Bucky didn’t have to justify it, it just blossomed, taking root in his soul, fully uncovering in a flash the warmth that had mostly been buried for ninety years and probably would have taken so much longer to emerge otherwise.

“Sar, I gotta ask you a question,” Bucky says as he settles in next to Sarah with the book, drawing Nat’s attention back to the moment at hand.

She knew that tone – playful but with something serious underneath. She is always suspicious of that tone.

“Okay.”

“Let me show you something first.” Bucky digs into his pocket and pulls out a sparkling engagement ring.

Nat’s heart leaps into her chest, and it is only due to a lifetime of training to be imperceptible at all times that keeps her from gasping outright at the sight.

Sarah did gasp and ooooh appropriately though.

“Is that for Auntie Nat?” she chirps with excitement.

“I think so. I know you wanted me to marry you, and I still will if that’s what you want, but what if I married Auntie Nat?”

“Hmm,” she reaches out and delicately traces her tiny fingers over the ring Bucky was letting her examine. “That might be okay.”

“You sure?”

“Well, I was thinking, you’re going to be really old when I’m finally ready to get married.”

“Oh, that might be true,” he agrees, barely holding back a laugh.

“Yeah. You might be really wrinkly when I’m done with school, and I was thinking maybe I would marry someone else instead.”

“Sar… you say that like you already have someone in mind…”

“I don’t know for sure, I’m still deciding if I want to marry them or not!”

“Is it someone in your class?”

Nat bites her lip, grinning. She was certain she knew exactly who was being considered after seeing the kids in Sarah’s class picking up her goddaughter a few times from school.

“Maaaaaybe.”

“Well, okay. Only if I approve. Do you approve of Auntie Nat?”

Sarah nods eagerly. “I do. She is pretty, and kind, and the best ballet teacher, and she makes you laugh, and she does my hair in the good braids, and she is so smart, and always takes me for ice cream when I ask her, and has loved me my whole life, so I think it would be okay if you marry her.”

“Those are some of my favorite things, too,” Bucky says. “If you promise to keep it a secret that I’m gonna ask her, I promise you can be the flower girl at the wedding, deal?” He palms the ring and extends his pinky finger.

Without hesitation, Sarah locks her pinky with his. “Deal!” she agrees, beaming up at him. “Now read me my book.”

She snuggles down into his side, and he rolls his eyes. “You are a demanding little thing.”

“Daddy says it’s good to let people know exactly what you want.”

“Of course, he does.” Bucky leans down to kiss the top of her head, then wraps his arm around her and opens the book on his lap so they both can see as he starts to read, and Nat decides to retreat to the living room to let them have more time together.

SIX

Nat rolls her shoulders and yawns, turning to lay on her back. She frowns upon discovering Bucky’s side of the bed is uncharacteristically empty, the happy weight of Alpine sleeping atop the blankets at foot of their bed missing as well.

Then she registers a piercing stare from across the room and leans up only to see Bucky sitting in the decorative armchair they almost never used. He is stroking Alpine behind the ears, happily curled up in his lap, but his eyes are locked on her.

“Um, good morning, Cyborg.”

“You know.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t certain when it happened, but then I thought about it all night.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I had grand intentions, but you overheard everything last night. I didn’t hear you creep up on us, which means you must’ve gotten there when Sarah and I were making a ruckus, but I did hear you slip away when I started reading her Ramona, so you already know I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

Nat sits up and smiles. “Oh. That. You can still pursue your grand intentions.”

“Nope, they’re ruined.”

“But I don’t know what your grand intentions are! You could still surprise me!”

“Nope, you’re expecting to be surprised.”

“You love that kind of challenge!”

“Nope, I’m obstinately averse now. I’ve decided I won’t be satisfied by anything else than seeing my ring on your finger straightaway.”

“Then you better get over here and ask me,” she says simply.

He stands, depositing Alpine softly on the chair behind him, crosses the bedroom, and kneels next to Nat’s side of the bed. With one hand, he grabs both of hers, with the other, he holds out the ring, gleaming against his black vibranium fingers. Then he lifts his gaze to hers, and all the sullen staring from moments before has melted away leaving only the pure adoration he holds for her.

“Will you?” His voice is thick with emotion.

“You know I will.”

“I don’t want to do anything except share the rest of my life with you,” he says, delicately but decisively slipping the ring onto her finger.

Nat pulls his face up to hers in a fierce kiss, and he crawls up onto the bed with her, wrapping her up in his arms, and laying her back down, ready to express again, as they had so many times over the past few years, how much they mean to each other in every way. They make vows with their words, their lips, and their bodies, giving themselves over completely as they already had, and as they would in perpetuity.

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Forget It. PT5

Author: hoppers-babygirl All works are mine and none shall be translated, thank you!

kofi: ko-fi.com/hoppers_babygirl

Word Count: 3379

Warnings: Cursing, angst- lots of angst.

Header made by: @firefly-graphics

It was around ten in the morning when you woke up. Looking around groggily you realize a set of arms are wrapped around your waist. Your brows pinch in confusion and you look to find the person the arms belong to only to find Clint’s face buried into your pillow. You move ever so slightly to face him better. You never thought you’d wake up in his arms again one day. Usually you woke up in Bucky’s arms. A cloud of sadness threatened to loom over you but you wouldn’t let it. Not anymore. It wasn’t fair to you to keep overthinking what happened, it’s in the past and you had to pick up the pieces and move on.

Sure you didn’t exactly have to move into bed with someone but you’re a grown woman and can do whatever you damn well please. As you’re lost in your thoughts Clint wakes up and is watching you with an unbelievably goofy smile.

“Morning Princess, how’d you sleep?” His hand comes up to brush a few stray hairs from your face. His deep and husky voice brings a smile to your face.

“Good morning handsome, I slept really well actually.” You turn your face so his hand cradles your jaw and your lips press a few kisses to his palm. His smile somehow grows even bigger.

“I’m glad. You deserve a good rest especially after such a wild party.” He laughs softly as his thumb gently strokes your cheekbone. You hum quietly for a moment, “I’m guessing the usual breakfast routine?” Your brow quirks as his smile deepens. “You got any good coffee around this place?” He asks before sitting up in bed. You follow suit, pulling the blanket up around you as you rest your back against the headboard. “Yes I do. It’s in the freezer as usual and you obviously know where the coffee pot is.” You get comfortable in bed as he kisses your temple before he stands from bed and makes his way toward the kitchen.

Smiling to yourself, you sit and recall your previous night. The sunlight shining through the curtains gave you a bit of a headache but you didn’t really mind. In the semi quiet you begin to recall events from the night before. You weren’t exactly sure how to feel, on one hand you can’t believe that you and Clint did what you did, but then again a slight guilt casted a shadow over you.

Before your thoughts wandered any further your phone rang, it was Bucky. Biting your lip you click ignore and send it to voicemail. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ignore the situation for much longer but for now you wanted to just enjoy breakfast with Clint. You take a deep breath and get up from your position in bed. Standing up you stretch and wince slightly as you stretch your legs. A blush creeps up your cheeks as the pain reminds you of the night before. You hadn’t realized things had gotten that far out of hand but you also couldn't remember much at the moment as the headache began to creep its way over you.

Quickly you throw on your robe and go to the bathroom to clean up and grab a shower. You washed last night off of your body and soon shut the water off before stepping out to wrap a towel around your body. Going over to your sink you fix your hair and begin to dry off. Clint called out to you letting you know breakfast was finished.

Once dry and in your robe you step out from the bathroom and throw on an old shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms along with your slippers. Clint stood in the kitchen plating the freshly made pancakes and eggs wearing his pants from the night before, it looked a bit silly seeing him that way but you remembered he didn’t have anything else to possibly wear. You gave his cheek a soft kiss before you sat down in front of a plate. Coffee was brewing while orange juice sat on the counter.

“I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for so I went with the basics. I drank a whole pot of coffee while you were washing up though, so if you want a cup you gotta wait until it’s done. If not, I grabbed you a glass of juice.” He explained before setting the pan that held the leftover scrambled eggs he had made on the stovetop.

“It looks good, thanks.” You gave a smile before you started to eat your food. You hummed in delight at the taste of the pancakes that filled your plate as well.

“Mm I think I’ll have coffee but I need syrup.” Clint chuckled and made his way over to the pantry to grab out the syrup for you.

“Here, but you don’t have to thank me. Everyone needs good hangover food the next day.” He plopped in the chair next to you and began to eat.

Your phone rang once again but you turned it to silent, Clint eyeballed you curiously as you nonchalantly stood to make yourself the cup of coffee you had wanted.

“Aren’t you going to answer that? It might’ve been Tony giving us the itemized bill.” He snorted out a laugh.

You stirred the contents of your mug and shook your head. “No, I want to enjoy breakfast without being disturbed. Well.. as undisturbed as I can be with you around.” You turn on your heel with a smirk teasing your lips.

Clint dramatically scoffed and clutched his chest. “And here I made you a nice breakfast. Oh the heartbreak..”

You laughed at his silliness before you took a cautious sip of your coffee. Humming at the taste you and Clint resumed eating breakfast in a peaceful silence. Eventually you finish your meals and you begin to clean up, Clint grabbed another cup of coffee for himself.

A peaceful silence fell over you both as you cleaned the kitchen up as well as the dishes, eventually Clint finished up his coffee and made his way to go take a shower. After drying your hands off you walked into the living room and laid down on the couch. Your head didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would but it still didn’t feel that great. Your phone vibrates once again causing a groan to fall from your lips, getting up you walked into the kitchen to retrieve it from the kitchen table where you left it last.

“Hello?” You asked with a slightly harsh tone.

“I should’ve known you’d be grumpy, you always are after a night of drinking.” Maria’s voice sounded through your speaker.

You shifted from foot to foot as you felt silly for sounding so rude when you picked up your phone.

“Sorry, I didn’t look at my screen before I answered. What’s up?” You hummed softly.

“I just wanted to check on you, I saw you left the party last night with Barton.” She spoke.

“I’m okay, it was a good night actually. Just got a headache from it all.” You explain as you move around your kitchen, grabbing the Tylenol from the cabinet and taking two tablets with some of Clint’s leftover coffee in his cup.

“Yeah, it seems you two had quite the party going on before you left. You do know that everyone saw you two leaving the party rather quickly.” Maria wasn’t one for gossip but she was your friend and she did have a tendency to be nosy.

“All I remember is the music was loud and the tequila was good.” Sure you cut some information out but not everyone needed to know the events plus you weren’t even sure what last night was all about yourself.

“You know- nevermind. Just make sure you rest up today. Work’s just too quiet without you.” Maria ended the call with those words leaving you wondering what she was going to say.

But your thoughts were soon interrupted as Clint came out of the bathroom a few moments later with his towel wrapped around his hips perfectly. The sight caused your lips to curl into a smirk, “You going to do a walk of shame back to your place in my towel?”

“You know me I don’t care if anyone sees me, I’m sure half of this building has seen me naked at least once.” He shrugged with a dopey grin.

His words made you laugh, he was right. “Just don’t forget to return the towel, okay?”

His smile fell a bit. “Oh… I figured maybe I’d grab some of my things and come back here.” He explained.

“Oh..OH.. uhm I don’t know I mean isn’t there someone else you could stay with? Someone who you haven’t slept with?” You tease with a half assed smile.

“I just didn’t think either of us would want to be alone but it’s cool, don’t worry I’ll have your towel back to you.” He began to gather his clothes from the night before.

A pang of guilt hit your stomach, he wasn’t wrong about you not wanting to be alone but you weren’t even sure what to make of last night so what would it mean if he did stay over? As you were in your thoughts he started for the door which made you scramble to your feet.

“Wait! Wait- you’re right. I don’t want to be alone but I don’t really know what we’re doing and I just thought time away from one another would give us some time to figure out what the hell we’ve been doing.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Clint was stopped in his tracks, for a moment he paused as you spoke but soon enough he too stepped out your door. Your shoulders slumped and you let out an exasperated sigh before you moved to lay down in bed again.

You close your eyes and eventually doze off once again, as you lay curled up in bed you soon feel a dip in the mattress. The feeling caused you to wake up a bit, looking up through tired eyes you could’ve sworn that you saw the long dark hair you had grown used to lying there beside you- a banging noise woke you up causing you to gasp and sit up quickly in bed. Looking around you grew a bit disappointed at the empty space in your bed, it was just a dream.

There was another loud noise which caused you to get up from your bed. You hadn’t realized that before you went back into your room that you locked your door. “Hey, let me in since you won’t answer my calls.” Clint’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. You sigh in relief and open it up to find him now dressed and your towel he took earlier cleaned and folded up neatly in his grasp.

“Must you be so loud?” You groan and move out the way to let him in your apartment once again.

“Like I said- you didn’t answer my calls and I wanted to bring this back.” He tossed the towel on your kitchen table as he moved his way into your living room nonchalantly.

He plops on your couch and looks back as if asking you to join him. Which you do after closing your door once again.

“Did you wanna order a pizza?” He glances at his phone for the time. “It’s almost dinner anyways.”

You hadn’t realized that you were asleep for that long. Plopping onto the couch you nodded, “Yeah might as well.”

A beat of silence fell over you both before you spoke up, “Why’d you come back after me being an ass?” Your voice soft as you spoke.

“Because you were right, we probably should figure out what the hell we’ve been doing but I didn’t want to be alone so I came back anyway.” He shrugged.

You nod and hand him the remote to which he puts it on some show with dogs dressed up as cops but you don’t care. It was cute and amusing enough to keep your attention while Clint called in the pizza order.

After a few episodes he got the text that the pizza delivery guy was waiting in the lobby of the compound so he got up to grab your dinner. While he retrieved the pizzas you decided to grab drinks and plates for you both before bringing them into the living room knowing he'd wanna watch a movie while you two had dinner. A few moments later he came back with four boxes of pizzas which almost made you wish that you had placed the order instead of the man obsessed with pizza.

Shaking your head with a chuckle you grab two of the boxes to help him as he sets the boxes down in the kitchen. “You’d think I would learn to make the call to the pizza place myself but for some reason I just haven’t yet.” You tease.

“What can I say I just love pizza.” He joked as he opened the boxes showing you the different pizzas he ordered. One with all meat, one with all cheese, one with veggies and meat and the last with pepperoni and pineapple. You hum at their delicious scent and pick a piece up from each box before you settle back on the couch once again.

Eventually Clint joined you on the couch with his plate full of pizza and he grabbed the remote control changing the channel to some comedy that played in the background. You didn’t pay much attention to it as you ate but every so often Clint would laugh at the movie's antics. While chewing on a bite of your pizza your mind began to drift, you wondered what Bucky was up to right now, was he and Natasha sharing dinner together just as you and Clint were? Or was he hanging out with Steve and Sam? Maybe he was out with someone else already, you couldn’t blame him if he was. Soon enough your thoughts were interrupted as Clint gently bumped into your shoulder to get you back to reality.

“Hey.. hellooo.. Watcha thinkin about?” He hummed and set his plate down so he could turn in his seat to face you better.

“Hmm? Oh- nothing important. Sorry I didn’t mean to space out, guess it’s just one of those days.” You explain, your stomach began to knot up so you set your pizza down as well.

“Yeah I get that, I mean I keep thinking is Natasha thinking about me as much as I have been of her? No offense.” He said.

You nodded. “I don’t mind. I’ve been doing the same thing too about Bucky of course, but it’s also been nice to hangout with you again before I totally hated your guts.” You tease with a small smile.

He chuckles in agreement. “Yeah today has been kinda nice, no major arguments or anything crazy like that.”

You grow quiet for a moment. “So.. why did you and Nat break up? I mean she’s clearly the one you wanted to be with all along.” Clint squirms in his seat at your question.

“I told her that I loved her and she kicked me out.” He said quietly.

“That's a little weird but I mean I don’t blame her.” You say.

“What do you mean? Are you siding with her?” He grew defensive.

“Clint you can’t really be mad at her right? Well I guess you are if you slept with me but seriously being told I love you from someone is big especially with her history.” You go on to explain.

“What do you mean someone with her history?” He asked, aggravation laced in his tone.

“Did you know nothing about her? C’mon man. She has been mistreated by men all her life and then finally she trusts one enough to let into her life and then you expect her to return this grand gesture? You should’ve realized that her boyfriend telling her that you love her would be a much bigger deal to her than it was to you.” You explain.

“But it was a big deal to me as well!” He protests.

You shake your head. “No Clint, you’re not getting it. She’s probably scared to tell you that she loves you too because she's been manipulated so much in her life that she doesn’t believe she can have anything good happen to her like the man she probably loves, tell her plain as day that he loves her.” You weren’t sure why you were defending Natasha but if she and Clint could salvage what they had then maybe you and Bucky could too…

Clint shook his head at you but deep down he knew you were right. Dealing with Natasha was almost dealing with a skittish cat, one false move and she would be spooked. “I felt so stupid after telling her but you’re right. I never really thought about it like that until now. I just thought maybe she didn’t really love me, that maybe I was too needy or too childish for her and that telling her that I loved her was the final straw for her. But I just don’t get why she’d be hanging around Bucky if she really did love me.” He said.

“Probably the same reason you and I are hanging around each other, we’re familiar. Now don’t get me wrong it’s hard seeing them together but you have to remember they’ve known each other longer than we have, longer than you and Natasha have known one another. And even if she doesn’t actually have any feelings for him, she still knows that it won’t need to go any further than what it might have already, which means she won’t have to deal with something so life changing. Why didn’t you just go to her and talk this out instead of coming here to get drunk and fuck? I mean hey the sex was good, great even but you’re smarter than that. You know you two would have figured things out.”

He sighs and gives you a shrug. “I don’t know… maybe because with you it wasn’t so hard. I love you meant I love you and I want you out the apartment really meant I want you out the apartment. But with Natasha sometimes it was a guessing game, sometimes things had double meanings to her and I was tired of trying to play her game.” He said.

You shake your head at him once again. “You wanted out because shit got too hard and you didn’t want to keep putting in the effort to fix things because that’s what you do.”

“You know I wish I didn’t even answer your question. You have no right to say this shit when your relationship went to hell too.” He throws in your face.

You scoff. “You do realize we were engaged right? I know your habits Clint. You might be mad at Natasha for being the way she is but you’re just the same Clint. You play this game of just being the dumb country boy but you know better! You only play dumb so people won’t expect as much out of you as they should!” Your voice grows louder with your words.

“Maybe this is why Bucky left you because you like to play therapist to everyone but yourself. Have you sat back and really thought about what went wrong in your own relationship or are you just diagnosing your breakups as everyone else's problems?” Clint spat out before he stood up and headed for the door. “You know what this is why I left the first time, I shouldn’t have made the mistake of coming back here.”

“Go ahead Clint, walk out on me once again just because you don’t like what you’re hearing!” You call out as he nears the door, his hand gripping the handle he turns back and looks at you just before slamming the door behind him. You throw a pillow at the door with an annoyed growl.

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Join us for an ALTERNATE JUNE-IVERSE!

This event is entirely about all of the ALTERNATE UNIVERSES you could dream of, and they are all centered around our favourite Murder Muffin!

This Connect 4 event is very similar to a Bingo Event, but instead of 25 squares/fills/prompts, you will receive a card with four squares/fills/prompts. They may be taken and interpreted in any way you wish or feel inspired by!

We start on the sign ups on the 24th of March – this is when you can fill out a sign-up form and we will start to ready your card. Cards will be sent out within 3 days of you signing up, and you may begin posting your fills as soon as you have your card! Be sure to tag us (@buckybarnesevents and use the tag #Connect4AU)!

Below the cut you will find the Rules, FAQs, and Badges that are specific to this event.

But without further ado, we are excited to begin this event, and we are excited to see what you all come up with! 💙

RULES:

Be sure to check out the blanket event rules found HERE.

Due to the nature of all media and works within this event, it is only for those that are 18 and older – upon signing up you acknowledge that you are not a minor.

Any kind of hate (kink bashing/shaming, harassment, toxic behaviour, etc.) will not be tolerated at any point. There will be no warnings given and if proven to have exhibited any disagreeable behaviours, you will be removed from the event.

Tag your works accordingly. We expect explicit works, and that will contain squicks, triggers, etc. We believe in Kinktomato here. YKINMKATOK (Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That’s OK) but you are responsible for advising our readers what to expect.

This event, as always, is open to any and all pairings that involve our favourite murder muffin! If you’re finding that inspiration isn’t coming to you with just Bucky, we will also allow up to two squares per card to feature a different Sebastian Stan persona (Sebastian himself, Steve Kemp, Max Burnett, etc.)

The AU’s are entirely up to your interpretation, so long as they are featured prominently in your creation.

Read our FAQs thoroughly for event conduct, swapping prompts, schedule and more!

FAQs:

What is a Connect Four event?

Simple! It’s very similar to a Bingo Event, where you will receive a card with four categories.

What happens if we finish our card?

You can request additional cards! Please only request a new card once you have finished your current card. If you are not happy with the prompts on your card, please request a swap for that square/those squares. You can request one swap per card, up to four squares (yes, you can ask for a whole new card).

To request a swap, please email us ([email protected]) with your username, card number and the prompt(s) you are purging.

Can we use a fill for another event as well (ie. another bingo, etc)?

Absolutely! So long as the other event allows it, we have no rules against cross-posting.

How do I post to the AO3 collection?

Under collections (when posting), type in Connect 4: Into an Alternate June-iverse or Connect4AU

You can also add your work directly from the collection by going to https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Connect4AU and selecting “post to collection” on the top right.

What fills are accepted?

Any creative media is accepted:

Fics — minimum 300 words Moodboards — minimum 6 images Digital / traditional art (sketches, too)! Playlists — minimum 10 songs Etc.

If there is a medium not listed that you want to create and you’re not sure about, shoot us an ask and we will add it to the list!

All work must be newly uploaded to count towards the fill (no entering a fic you published a few months ago, for example). They may count towards already existing AU’s that you write for (a new chapter for an ongoing fic), or they can be something brand new – it is entirely up to you.

ALL ENTRIES MUST BE YOUR OWN WORK.

What pairings are allowed?

Any and all. Whether that be /Reader, /Steve, /Reader/Steve, /Natasha, /Clint, rare pairs, ot3s or more – so long as Bucky is still the main character.

Is there a limit to submissions?

Absolutely not. You are free to create as many works / pieces of media that you feel inspired for – whether that be 5 fics for a Mafia AU square, or 10. It does not matter.

Schedule:

24th of March – Signups open WHENEVER you receive your card, you can begin posting 30th of June – Submissions close

You can sign up to this event from the 24th right through until the end – keep in mind that we are aiming for cards to be in your inbox within 3 days of you signing the form – though we are only human, there may be delays. If you have concerns or if it takes longer than 5 days, please email us or tag @rookthorne / @buckyismybicycle on the discord server, and we will check the progress.

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Fluffier than a cloud = created at least one fluffy creation.

Hotter than a sauna = created at least one smutty creation.

Hurts worse than a heartbreak = created at least one angsty creation.

Darker than midnight = created at least one dark creation.

Stabbed deeper than the soul = created at least one whumpy creation.

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