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stuckylaufeyson · 4 months
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Just Met.
Part 1 of 4 (can be read as a one shot) | Part 2: First Date
Bucky x f!reader | fluff (18+ for mature themes, eventual smut)
summary: Your friend Sam takes you out to play pool with Joaquin… and to set you up with his friend Bucky. [Post-TFATWS; reader assumed to be in her 30s, around the same "age" as Bucky.]
warnings: alcohol; bar environment; blind date/surprise set up; kissing
word count: ~2,700
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"Who are we meeting again?" you ask Sam as you walk into the dive bar in Brooklyn with your friend. "Just Torres... and another friend of mine, someone I think you should meet," he tosses you a sideways glance with a mischievous smile you've grown to recognize means he's up to something. "Right...okay," you shoot back with a tight smile, narrowing your eyes at him. You make your way through to the back of the dimly light bar, the soles of your shoes occasionally sticking to the floor, reminding you of the grimy bars you used to frequent in college, and the one you befriended Sam in when you went out with some friends from college for nostalgic purposes a few years back. You and Sam became fast friends when he and Torres joined you and a friend for a game of pool, quick to return his teasing remarks. "Hey, Sam!" Torres's voice cuts through the music and sea of voices as you approach two men seated by the pool tables. "Torres! My man!" Sam says as Torres stands, and they grasp hands and embrace briefly in greeting. 
Torres gives you a hug, “Long time, no see! Great to see you, y/n!” 
“You, too, Joaquin!” The other man stands silently after taking a swig of his beer, giving Sam a nod as they shake hands. 
“Hey, Buck, this is y/n,” Sam introduces you.
“Hi, I’m Bucky,” he says with a small smile, reaching out to shake your hand. 
You reply with a bigger smile and a quick, “Hi!” 
“Bucky and I work together, like Torres,” Sam supplies as you nod in understanding, piecing together who he is from the stories Sam has told you. 
“Nice to meet you, Bucky,” you say, still smiling, as you end your handshake. 
“I hope you have better game than these two, I need some actual competition!” you tease as you nod your head between the pool tables and Sam and Torres, who groan and jump to defend themselves. 
“Gets a little boring, winning all the time,” you shoot Sam a wink, getting the trash talk started early. 
Bucky laughs, “We’ll just have to see.” 
“Alright, you two go pick your poison,” Torres directs you and Sam to the bar. “We’ll get the table set. Us against you guys first?” Torres motions between himself and Bucky. 
You and Sam nod, heading to the bar to grab a drink. 
“So… what do you think of Bucky?” Sam nudges you while you wait for the bartender. 
“He seems cool, a bit quiet,” you reply. “He is the Bucky that you’ve told me about, right?”
“Yeah, but don’t let my dramatic stories scare you. He’s a great guy, and he’ll open up once he gets to know you a little more.” 
You nod in response, your brain combing through what Sam has told you, not at all seeing the big scary Winter Soldier in the man you just met. 
“But what I really meant was, what do you think of him?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. 
You roll your eyes, shaking your head with a smile.
“Oh, so this IS a set up... Samuel Thomas Wilson!" you scold jokingly. 
He just laughs back at you. 
"I mean… he’s not bad to look at,” you follow up, not giving Sam the satisfaction of admitting you find Bucky incredibly hot. 
“Ooooh, okay, okay.” Sam rubs his hands together. “I think you two will like each other. Give it the night, I guarantee love will be in the air,” he flourishes by motioning vaguely in front of him.  
You just smile at Sam knowingly. He’s been on the receiving end of your horror stories of how terrible men on dating apps have been as you’ve been trying to meet someone, so you’re thankful he’s trying to set you up with someone he trusts and thinks you’ll get along well with.  
You gasp, "Does he know it's a set up?! Or did you blindside him too?" 
"I might have hinted I was bringing my very single friend along tonight..."
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“You two ready to get your asses kicked?” Sam remarks once you get back to the pool table. 
“The real question is: Are you?” Torres replies. 
You make eye contact with Bucky who looks mildly amused. 
The game starts as Sam breaks, taking a quick lead by sinking one ball immediately followed by another. You’re torn between watching Sam play and looking at Bucky, who you catch watching you whenever you’re focused on hyping up your partner. Sam misses his third shot, followed by a slew of curses as you offer encouragement. Torres laughs and teases Sam before it’s his turn to sink two in a row before missing. While Torres plays, Bucky stands casually to the side letting him do his thing, still glancing at you every so often. 
“Alright, y/l/n, get’em good,” Sam claps a hand on your back. 
You make two solid shots, just barely missing the third as a ball ricochets off the edge of a pocket. 
You groan, sinking in a squat, resting your forehead on the cue, “I almost had that!” 
You look up and notice Bucky chuckling at your antics as it’s his turn to shoot. 
You can’t help but notice how he focuses, the crease that appears between his eyebrows, how steady his hands are on the cue, that his tongue sometimes sticks out between his lips when he’s concentrating on lining up a shot. 
He sinks not one, not two, but three balls in a row, placing them in the lead as your jaw drops and he meets your eye with a grin and a wink. 
“Okay, Bucky, you’ve got game!” you say, keeping his gaze as you cross your arms. You’re lost for any teasing remarks as he’s left you a bit flustered and impressed with the tricky shots he just made with ease. 
He lines up a fourth shot, one that should be easier than the ones he just made, and misses, making you raise an eyebrow and Torres shouts out in disappointment. 
Bucky looks at you and shrugs bashfully, “Can’t get’em all.” 
You give him a knowing look as Sam takes his turn, just getting one before it’s Torres’s turn to get one. 
When it’s your turn again, you take your time to line up your shots, surveying the remaining balls and the position of the 8, being careful to not hit it just yet. You sink two in a row, meaning it’s now your shot on the 8 for the win. 
“Call your pocket, y/l/n. You miss, we win!” Torres jeers. 
“You got this, y/n!” Sam cheers you on. 
Bucky observes you intently between sips of his beer, his gaze giving you chills as heat rushes to your face. 
You take a few jumps, shaking out your limbs, preparing for ultimate focus even as your eyes and mind keep drifting up to the man you’ve just met, distracted by the potential to get to know him better. 
Torres keeps throwing teasing insults at you as Sam claps back on your behalf as you line up your final shot. 
“Silence!” you yell at them with a serious face, making them both cut off mid-insult. 
You catch Bucky quickly trying to hide an impressed look behind his beer. 
All three men watch you intently, making you a little nervous in the spotlight. 
You call your pocket, leaning over the table to take your shot. The 8 ball rolls smoothly towards the pocket you called. It clips the edge, bouncing across the entrance to the pocket as you hold your breath, not sure if it’s going to go in or not. 
After what feels like a lifetime but could only have been a fraction of a second, the ball tips into the pocket and you and Sam shout out with glee, high fiving before embracing in a hug as Torres groans and Bucky starts clapping slowly. 
“I want you on my team next round.” Bucky approaches to shake your hand as Torres reluctantly shakes Sam’s hand in a sportsmanly defeat. 
“Thanks, Bucky. You’re quite good yourself.” You smile at Bucky as he lingers on the handshake. 
You pick up your drink and start towards the table with Bucky to take a seat, striking up a conversation with him as Sam and Torres head to the bar for refills. 
Bucky chats with you with ease, more openly than you were expecting as you ask each other questions about yourselves, finding commonalities and appreciating differences, and learning you both live in Brooklyn. You’re too immersed in each other to notice the return of Sam and Torres until Sam places fresh drinks between you and Bucky. 
“Up for another round? Me and Torres against you two?” Sam asks. 
You and Bucky share a glance before nodding and getting up to play again. 
This round is similarly close, insults hurling between you and Sam, and Torres sometimes, as Bucky watches on with amusement, catching your eye with a twinkle every so often. Bucky only defends himself with great shots, letting Sam tease all he wants. 
Bucky starts to jump to your defense at a particularly low blow from Sam but you’re faster to serve it right back as Sam feigns hurt with a hand over his heart. 
The game ends with Sam missing his shot on the 8 ball, giving the default win to you and Bucky. You jump to celebrate with Bucky, going in for a hug but quickly attempting to pull away again, realizing you've just invaded the personal space of a man you just met. However, Bucky’s arms wrap around you, surprising you and keeping you in an embrace for a moment before letting go. You both smile at each other as you slowly separate. 
You're surprised at how comfortable you feel around him so quickly. Seemingly different on the outside, you get the feeling you two are similar at your core from the little you’ve gotten to know him. 
Sam notices how close you and Bucky are to each other and quickly pulls Torres towards the bar to give you some privacy in the crowd, stopping Torres from interrupting the moment, mumbling about how he's trying to set you and Bucky up.  "It's getting a little hot in here, wanna stand outside for some air for a sec?" you ask Bucky. 
"Yeah, sure," he smiles at you. 
He follows you to the back of the bar where there's a small porch, finding no one else out there given it's a bit chilly tonight. 
You lean on the railing looking at Bucky as he leans against the wall across from you looking at his shoes, standing in silence as you both appreciate breathing in the crisp air compared to the dense musty heat inside the bar, and feeling the anticipation in the chance to be alone.
You stand up a bit straighter. "Bucky...?" He lifts his gaze to meet your eyes with a curious, soft smile as you clear your throat and take a step closer to him. "Can I, um... can I kiss you?" 
You look at him as heat rises to your cheeks, biting your bottom lip out of nervousness and at how bold you’re being, his presence taking over your thoughts.
He lets out a breath with a chuckle. "Been thinking about doing that all night, c’mere, doll." 
You step closer as his hands reach for your waist, pulling you into him, dropping his hands further to rest on your hips once you’re pressed up against him, feeling the warmth radiating from his chest. You reach for his face, eyes searching his and finding him returning your look of want, feeling his scruff under your palms as you draw your lips toward each other slowly. 
You close your eyes as your lips meet gently, feeling his grip on your hips tighten, bringing you even closer to him as he deepens the kiss. Your hands move to the back of his head, fingers gently gripping in his hair as you linger your lips over his, soaking in the moment. He kisses you again, deeply, followed by a few quick pecks before you pull away enough to look at him, dropping your hands to lace behind his neck. 
Bucky's face and neck are positively flushed as he holds your gaze.
You swallow thickly, working to slow your heart rate that shot up embarrassingly quickly, biting your lower lip to keep a ridiculous grin from splitting your face.  
Bucky reaches a warm hand up to your cheek, pulling you in for another quick kiss, smiling against your lips. You wrap your arms around him in a hug, gently nuzzling your face into his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer again, finding a bit of exposed skin near your collar to place a soft kiss, sending shivers down your spine. 
Torres's head peaks out of the door, calling your names, which take a few seconds longer to register in your fogged up brains. You and Bucky pull away reluctantly but not before Torres notices. 
“Oh! Sorry!” he shouts quickly. “Just came to tell you Sam and I are ready to go, it’s getting kind of late…” he says as he looks away awkwardly.
You and Bucky laugh softly, more heat rising to your faces than was there already. 
“We’ll be right there!” you reply to Torres, who heads back inside. 
Bucky takes your hands in his, “Can I see you again?” 
You beam at him. “Of course! Only if I get to see you too!” you joke, making him laugh. 
You reach up to give him a peck on the cheek before disconnecting your hands from his to pull your phone out of your back pocket, unlocking it and handing it to him. “Here, put your number in.” 
He makes a contact for himself, you shoot the number a quick text with your name and a smiley face. “Just texted you so you’ll have my number too.” 
He takes his phone out to check, shooting back ‘What are you doing tomorrow?’ 
You look up at him to see him blushing, biting your lip and feigning an apologetic look before saying, “I think I have a date...” 
His expression falters briefly before you finish hopefully, “...with you?” 
Bucky’s face lights up. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 
He takes your hand and leads you back into the bar to find Sam and Torres. 
As Sam sees your entwined hands, he smiles at you and laughs. “Yes! I knew it! Knew you two would like each other.” 
A blush creeps up Bucky’s neck again as the four of you make your way to the front of the bar, his hand squeezing yours a little tighter as you weave through the crowd. 
Torres and Sam say their goodbyes as Bucky pulls you in for another hug. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you question softly. 
Bucky nods. “I’ll text you, I have an idea for... our date.” 
You look at him impressed with a smile. “Looking forward to it!” 
“Alright you two lovebirds, I need some sleep, let’s go!” Sam says.
“Bye, y/n!” Torres calls. 
You wave back in return as he and Bucky turn to leave in the opposite direction of the way you and Sam need to go, as is Sam walking you home before he catches a train back to Harlem. 
Once you and Sam are on your way, he places a hand to his ear and teases, “What’s that I hear? Are those… wedding bells?! Already?!” 
You nudge him in the side, laughing. “Hey now, we just met!” 
“But thank you, I’m really excited to see where this goes, Sam.” You beam at him. 
“Me, too, for both of your sakes. Dude’s been single for longer than you and man does he need this.” 
You nod in response as your mind wanders back to your kiss, heart fluttering in anticipation of tomorrow.
Part 2: First Date
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ilikemicrowaves · 2 months
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CARNELIAN CONTENT BECAUSE I LOVE HER‼️💯💯
Anyways, since I no longer have a headache I can work on some stuff since i have free time :D !and since I still haven't finished the Winter and Carnelian parallels essay, and started another Carnelian analysis where I analysis every existing frame of her, here's another mini essay I did finish a little while back! Enjoy <3
It's interesting we never get to here about her home life, but since it's hinted she has no family I'm gonna make her an orphan. The only dragon in her life that she considered family was an older male skywing who she refers to as brother, named Amphorn. Amphorn didn't really see Carnelian as family but just someone to give his left overs too, but he did try to help her with her anger issues once. But it wasn't much, he just asked her to think "it's not worth my time." Any time someone did something small but annoying.
She didn't really have a place in the sky kingdom that she lived but just flew around hunting and sleeping if she wasn't being a child soldier.
Also I've seen hardly anybody talk about how apparently Carnelian and Peril have a history, and Tui never elaborated on it. In my head Carnelian only had a few interaction with Peril, and since they both hardly ever interact with anybody, they thought that was a friendship.
And since Peril liked Carnelian, she convinced Scarlet to let her in to watch her fight in the arena if she payed less than usual. Then Carnelian could afford to go to the arena more often.
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There may have been a separation between them, I'm assuming the cause was Scarlet, which could explain one of the reasons Carnelian hated Scarlet so much. But Peril didn't really notice Carnelian, so it could be that they were much younger when the separation Occurred. And Peril not remembering Carnelian makes sense because she didn't remember when she burned the eggs on the brightest night even though she was 3, the age a dragonet is basically atleast 10 years old in human years.
If you guys have anymore friendship hcs about these two I would love to hear them ^^
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paganicher · 1 year
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After watching Bucky and Nat in Marvel’s Avengers I’m so mad they didn’t include them in the MCU. So here’s my rendition of them:
Notes: I’m using the actors real ages and according years. Also, i will assume Bucky to be 27 when he is frozen.
THE RED ROOM.
1917 James “Bucky” Barnes is born
1945 Bucky is put on ice and later recovered by the Russians
1984 Natasha Romanoff is born
1992 to 1995 Operation Ohio takes place. At the end of it Natasha (11) is separated from Yelena. She never sees her again.
2005 Bucky (28) is seriously hurt during a mission; is decided to keep him off the ice during a season to aid his recovery and put him and others Winter Soldiers in charge of training the Black Widows. Bucky is put in charge of an stubborn and hot headed Natasha (21), who is looking to get information about her long-lost sister Yelena. They start out as rivals but fell in love. Bucky tells her to call him James, as is the only thing he remembers about his previous life.
2006 after almost nine months of hiding their relationship they are caught. Bucky (29) is put back on ice, Natasha (22) is cycled again through the Red Room. Her memories of Bucky becomes blurry.
2007 Natasha (23), broken and tired meets Clint Barton.
SHIELD.
2008 Dreykov is presume dead after an explosion in Budapest.
2009 During an escort mission, Natasha (25) finds documents about the location of the possible Red Room. The Winter Soldier is deployed to assassinate the Nuclear Engineer she was escorting. They fight, for a second he has the chance to kill her, but doesn’t, she counter attacks and scapes but loses the documents in the process. She can’t shake off the feeling of familiarity, she thinks he might be linked to the Red Room. The news about someone surviving The Winter Soldier gets to Nick Furry’s ears. Natasha Romanoff becomes the fist official member of the Avengers Initiative.
THE AVENGERS
2010 Natasha is assigned to watch over Tony Stark.
2012 Black Widow (26) fights in the battle of New York.
2012 An in-depth Captain America Memorial Museum is open by Christmas, Natasha sees James face again, some memories start coming back to her.
THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014)
Natasha is 30, Bucky is 32
Faint memories of James started flooding Natasha’s mind, she starts investigating every lead on Soviet soldiers.
During the bridge fight their lock eyes for a second, Natasha recognizes him, it can’t be.
She watches him fight with Steve, takes a little too long to recognize that he is holding towards him. She shots a graneade launcher towards a car next to him.
During the ride back to Fury’s Nat doesn’t really pay attention, her head is still on the bridge between memories of James and the blood dripping down her shoulder
When Natasha watches Steve falling in the river she rushes to the place. When she arrives she finds herself face to face with James. She takes a minute to breath, the memories of them became clearer by the second she feels the tears coming and steps closer but James eyes are empty, he doesn’t recognize her. Steve start coughing, Bucky takes the chance to walk away. She watches him leave while helping a very conscious Steve stand up
I would like to write a fic with a continuation of this set right after Captain America 2. Where Natasha is keeping Bucky in check while trying to figure up what to do with her memories, but when ex hydra agents try to re activate The Winter Soldier, Nat uses the chance to get close to him.
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luna-rainbow · 2 years
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hello!!!!! first I wanted to say I just discovered your blog and have spent way too much time over the past day binge reading your metas, and i am loving your analyses so THANK YOU!!!!! I have a kinda random question (not sure if you've already made a post on this?) that i was thinking about when i read your medical metas on bucky's torture: how much time do you think bucky spent conscious during his 70-yr captivity? that is to say, how much would he have actually aged during that time?
Thank you for dropping by! So kind of you to read those long-winded rambles 🤣
I don’t know if it’s possible to work out how much time Bucky spent conscious during the 70 years. We are told that super soldier serum slows down ageing, but we haven’t seen convincing evidence of this (because actors are ageing normally).
So let’s work out what he needed to have been out of cryo for:
Various medical procedures: initial amputation, multiple revisions of the amputation, implantation of prosthesis — he will need to be out of cryo for the wounds to heal. In a normal healthy person we’d be looking at 10-15 days for soft tissue, and about 6 weeks for bone implants to take well, so let’s say with super soldier healing that cuts it by half, it’s still about 1-3 week out at a time (assuming no complications). Remember that Bucky’s amputation and prosthetic technology were very…cutting edge, which means they probably had to revise it multiple times to get right. Also remember that Bucky doesn't exactly take care of his prosthetic arm (or himself), so breakages are likely very common. At the bare minimum, we'd be looking at 6-12 months for medical-related procedures alone, if not much longer.
The mind-break: it's clear across the movies that several different methods were employed, if not more. Again, a lot of these methods would have been experimental at the time, and likely very crude. ECT was very new, and would have taken multiple attempts to work out the right dosing. It's hard to tell whether the code words were hypnosis or conditioning or a combination of both, but both would have taken a long time (months to years) to instill.
The missions: Nat says that the soldier has been “credited with over two dozen assassinations over fifty years”, which is likely an underestimate. On the other hand, "being out of cryo for too long" is a problem, so they probably tried to minimise the amount of free time he spent outside of cryo. Even so, he's probably going to need about 1-2 weeks each time for preparation, briefing and recalibration, so assuming he's been involved in 50-100 missions that's probably somewhere like 2-4 years just on the missions.
Languages: personally, I don't buy the idea that Bucky was in any way equivalent to the 5 "winter soldiers" introduced in Civil War. Those super soldiers were highly trained elite spies "able to speak 30 languages" whose role were to "infiltrate and destabilise". The closest thing Bucky did to infiltration was to drop a handwritten note while walking out of prison with his face on full show. The Winter Soldier was a weapon of brute force, not a tool in delicate espionage, so I personally do not think Hydra invested years and years training Bucky to the same level of language and tactics expertise as they would have done the elite squad. That said, we do know that Bucky speaks Russian with a Romanian accent, Romanian, and we have canonical evidence that he also understands German and most likely Japanese. German and Japanese he might have picked up during the war from his colleagues, Romanian he might have picked up during the 2 years he spent hiding out; but Russian he would have needed to be out of cryo for long enough periods at a time to not only learn it, but retain it despite them wiping him regularly.
Training: Bucky also shows very comfortable control of several items of modern technology. We've seen him ride various models of motorbikes through the years, but we've also seen him fly military jets and helicopters. Presumably he can also drive a modern car just fine. I don't know much about firearms and artillery - and we've seen Bucky use everything from knives to grenades to pistols to machine guns to rifles to rocket launchers - but he's probably going to need at least a few days of intensive training each time he comes out of cryo to get him up to speed with handling new weapons, and probably a couple weeks when it comes to new vehicles and aircrafts. Up until TFATWS, we have not seen Bucky interact with other forms of modern technology (ie computers and communication) - apart from that moment after killing the Starks, where he shoots at the camera. This suggests an awareness of what CCTV cameras look like and their purpose, which means he would have been taught that before he went on the solo mission. Interestingly, in the final Helicarrier fight with Steve, I'm not convinced he understood what the purpose of the chip was - it seemed like he was reacting simply to the fact that Steve saw the chip as important.
Experimentation: never forget that multiple franchises have emphasised how desirable it was to crack the super soldier serum. I have no doubt that Hydra would have tried every method to replicate the success they had with him, given that he was the only super soldier who survived for so long under them (if not the only success story they've had). Also...don't forget that the Winter Soldier brainwashing protocol was something that agencies - including the Red Room - were wanting to perfect, meaning that even up until the 1990s they were still experimenting on new ways to perfect their control over Bucky, including apparently brain biopsies.
So at a rough estimate, I would say Bucky was probably out of cryo for about 10 years of the time between the 1940s and 2000s, although personally I think it was probably a bit longer than that. He was probably not conscious for much of that time, though, especially if he was undergoing medical procedures or experimentation or just sick and delirious.
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allpretty-bizarre · 2 years
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Random MCU Theory
Steve Rogers is in fact on the moon, specifically as the man on the wall.
TL;DR: Steve is watching out for galactic threats on the moon.
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Right now in the MCU there is a theory that Steve Rogers is just chilling on the moon, and I think that’s 100% correct. Specifically, I think he might be the man on the wall, but in a cool way.
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For those of you who didn’t read the Original Sin comic run, the man on the wall is a protector of earth who stops galactic threats before they arrive.
Nick Fury was the man on the wall, taking over for Woodrow McCord Jr. after he witnessed his death. For an unspecified amount of time he used life model decoys on Earth, while he hid out in a secret base on the moon. (That’s kind of why he never aged, but not really.)
Eventually he sets up a twisted Willy Wonka -esque trial to find his replacement, because he’s kind of dying rapidly from old age. (Again his aging is complicated.) Bucky Barnes is the Charlie Buckets of this scenario, mainly because he has no issue assassinating aliens preemptively; which is pretty out of character for him but that’s the writer’s problem not mine.
However it does lead to some of my favorite comic panels, in which Bucky Barnes fights an army of robot Nick Fury with the eye of Uatu. (Yes, the Watcher, and he was at one point holding the decapitated head of a lmd Nick Fury.) Which of course I’m going to show you below.
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Original Sin #4 (2014)
Anyway, right now it’s assumed that Bucky is still the man on the wall, but the writers have kind of dropped that. Especially, after the acid trip that is the 2014 Bucky Barnes: The Winter Soldier run. In which we follow Bucky on a mission as the man on the wall, where he may or may not have had a threesome with an au version of himself and a gender fluid alien princess, while on space drugs. (Seriously, this comic is insane.) Below is an example of the trippy art style by Marco Rudy, not the possible threesome.
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Bucky Barnes: The Winter Soldier #1 (2014)
To make a long story short, I think that Steve is chilling on the moon mapping galactic threats for Nick Fury. Who is probably out there working with the Skrulls and Captain Marvel.
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chopper-witch · 4 years
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Damn Cap was 49 fighting Thanos while looking mid 30s.
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alisonsfics · 3 years
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revealed
pairing: sebastian stan x reader
summary: being famous actors in hollywood, means that everyone is interested in your love life. so, when you started dating sebastian, you both decided to keep it secret. you only told close friends and family. in the age of zoom interviews, it becomes harder and harder to keep it a secret.
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Meeting Sebastian was the luckiest thing that ever happened to you. You both were fresh out of relationships that ended badly. It was like you were destined to meet.
When you found out you were playing a character on The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, you were beyond excited. It was the role of a lifetime, and you were a big fan of the other actors in the show, including Sebastian.
You both met at one of the first readings of the script. You both clicked instantly. Everyone on the cast knew that you both were head over heels for each other. Some of the cast members had bets on how long it would take you two to get together. It took a while.
Both yours and his prior relationships had ended badly because of the press and paparazzi. It very quickly becomes invasive and overwhelming, and it ends up leading to problems in a relationship.
So naturally, you and Sebastian were hesitant to start a relationship with another person in the spotlight.
You both finally swallowed your fears and decided to go on a date. You both ended up back at his place, giggling while watching cheesy movies. You both noticed how natural you were together. Neither of you wanted to ruin that.
You both made a promise that if you were going to pursue a relationship, it had to be a secret.
So, you both began going on secret dates.
Then, quarantine happened.
There had been one silver lining for you both during the pandemic: you both got to spend all your time together at home. As actors, that never happened.
It was a dream to wake up with him everyday. You both lived together, but it was the first time that you both didn’t have hectic schedules.
That was until the zoom interviews started. Zoom interviews were very different from normal interviews. In normal interviews, it was simple to hide your relationship. Now, you both had to be on opposite sides of the house, so no one realized you were in the same place.
On this particular day, you had finished your interviews for the day, and Sebastian was in the middle of his last one. It was Friday, and it had been a hectic week.
You decided to make some lunch for both you and Sebastian. You chose to make some of his favorites and picked out a movie you both could watch. You both were exhausted from the week and desperately needed a break.
In a normal interview, you were sitting across from someone, having a conversation. At home, there was much more to distract you. Sebastian had started sending you cute texts in the middle of interviews, or sometimes he’d ask you what you wanted for dinner.
Repetitive interviews answering the same ten questions was the recipe for boredom. So, you both entertained each other through text, all while trying to not get caught.
You didn’t hear any sound from Sebastian’s office, so you assumed his interview was over. You walked down the hallway, quietly, just in case he was still busy.
You stopped outside the door and listened. You heard silence, so you decided to open the door. “Hey, honey. You want to have some lunch?” You asked, walking into his office. You watched as his eyes went wide and he froze in place. “No, baby. Wait” he called out as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him from behind.
You froze when you saw the computer monitor was on. You saw the faces of Anthony and an interviewer, Josh. You had done an interview with him yesterday. There was an evil smirk on Anthony’s face, and Josh was just shocked.
“Wow. What are you doing here?” Anthony asked, pretending to be shocked. He was one of the few people that knew about your relationship. “Don’t act shocked, Mackie. You’ve known this whole time” you said, giggling at his pretend shock.
The first thing you noticed was the blush on Sebastian’s cheeks. His face was bright red. He buried his face in his hands. “Hi, Y/N” Josh said, smirking.
“Hi, Josh” you said, feeling all the heat rush to your cheeks. Anthony was dying laughing in his chair. “Well don’t we have a headline here?” Josh said, chuckling.
Sebastian held onto your hands that were resting on his chest. He looked back at you, with an embarrassed expression. “I thought you were done” you said, squirming as you thought about everyone that would watch the interview.
“Come here. We can’t hide it now” Sebastian said, pulling you into his lap. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders. “Here’s the exclusive: Y/N L/N and Sebastian Stan are dating” Josh said.
Anthony had a giant smile etched on his face. “I got you, Josh. I’ll get the scoop of their relationship. So, when did you both meet?” Anthony asked, chuckling. You looked towards Sebastian, letting him tell the story.
“We had texted a few times after she got cast in the show. We actually met at the first reading of the script. It took us a long time to go on a date. We were so nervous about how the press would react. Having a relationship in the spotlight puts a lot of pressure on you both. So we’ve kept it a secret…until now” Sebastian said, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried about how the press would react to the interview.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaning your head on his. He placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on your leg. It was out of the camera shot, but it was just meant to comfort you.
After the interview, you collapsed into Sebastian’s chest. The tears immediately started streaming down your cheeks. He moved your legs, so you were straddling his lap. “It’ll be okay” he said, rubbing circles on your back.
You shook your head, not believing him. “They know now, and they’re going to tear us apart. I don’t want to lose you” you said, leaning back and looking into his eyes. He saw the worry in your eyes.
He cupped your face. “You won’t lose me. I won’t let it happen. I love you, and that’s all that matters. I don’t care what they say” he said, kissing you. He didn’t even care that all your tears fell onto his cheeks. All he was focused on was making sure you knew he loved you.
He swooped you up into his arms. “Let’s go watch that movie, baby. I’m going to cuddle you and give you kisses” he said, kissing your temple before carrying you to the living room.
You both laid on the couch with you resting your head on his chest. You knew it would only be a few days until the story of your relationship broke the news. There was nothing you could do about it, but wait.
So, you waited and tried to pretend it would never happen.
You both were sitting on the couch three days later when you both got a notification that the interview had been posted. Sebastian grabbed the television remote and pulled it up.
“No matter how people react to this, it doesn’t change how I feel about you” he said, kissing the back of your hand. You both watched the video, waiting in anticipation for the scene where you walked in the room.
You both were visibly tense. Then, the video ended. No scene of the two of you.
“Is this the right video?” You asked, turning to Sebastian. He had the same confusion on his face. “Yeah” he said, nodding slowly.
Then, your phones both dinged. You both glanced down and saw you both had been messaged on Twitter by Josh, the interviewer.
He explained that he saw how upset you both were when talking about how intrusive the press is in relationships, and he cut out the entire clip with you in it. You both sent him long thank you’s.
You looked over at Sebastian with a giant smile on your face. “No one knows still” you said as he pulled you into his arms. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders that had been there for days.
“I told you everything would be okay” he said, stroking your hair as he hugged you.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x F!Reader
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Rating: Very much 18+
Warnings: P in V, oral (fem receiving), light (consensual) choking, praise, James Buchanan Barnes is a sad boy and only you can make him happy, mutual therapy over past trauma, a couple light spanks, and some sexy sparring
Note: Reader had a run-in with Hydra that gave you invisibility powers. Bucky is tasked with training you. Totally not canon, I just kept the parts I liked. Got the idea from a tiktok but I can't find it anymore oops. I'm thinking of turning it into a series of all the places you can fuck Bucky Barnes at Avengers HQ. Enjoyyyyyy....
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"Alright, so I'm thinking absolutely the first thing you need is a suit. Because we can't have you sneaking around in clothes that give you away."
Tony Stark and Peter Parker stand before you at Avengers HQ, furiously tossing ideas back and forth, trying to come up with ways to build you the best possible suit. Last night had been...interesting, to say the least.
"Who's that?" Stark had said when you appeared all of a sudden from your room. "Come on Agent Hill, don't tell me you're taking in lost kids nowadays."
Your mother had only laughed, slightly inebriated and feeling loose because of all the drinking that was going on in your penthouse apartment. She was hosting one of those parties where too many superpowers drank too much alcohol and got a little too rowdy. "That's my daughter."
Usually, you stay away from such events, go out with friends, and avoid the house until it's all over. For the past four years, you hadn't even been in the house to need to avoid it. But now you're 22 and a recent college graduate and something about the party was drawing you in so you had emerged from your hideaway to join in the fun.
"Alright, Maria, how'd you manage to keep that one a secret?" Romanov spoke up.
Until this point, you'd remained silent, in shock at the sudden attention a group of superheroes had focused onto you. But you couldn't help yourself from responding now. You'd managed to hide away long enough. It was time to come into the open.
"I'm a ghost," you said jokingly, approaching the couch and stealing the drink your mother had been drinking to take a sip. It was strong and burned on the way down. The group laughed at your words, unaware of how true they really were.
It was then that you'd performed your little trick, the one that only a few of your closest friends had ever seen. You became invisible.
The laughter had immediately stopped. The girl who suddenly appeared out of thin air had disappeared right back into it. They could still tell where you were of course. The glass in your hand remained visible, floating in mid-air, giving away your position. And your clothes were still perceptible, not being able to change with you. But your features were otherwise undetectable, not even a shimmer revealing your face. You took another sip of the drink, liquid disappearing into an invisible mouth.
"I want her. On the team," Stark had said.
And that was it. The start of your superhero career.
"Explain again exactly how this works?" Parker asks.
You sigh and start from the beginning, again. "I can distort the absorption wavelengths of my cells so that the reflected light is in the invisible range, usually infrared."
"And how long can you hold it for?"
"About seven minutes now," you explain. "It's sort of like holding your breath. You can go underwater for a while, and you can practice holding your breath longer and longer, but eventually, you need to come up for air. Eventually, I have to 'recharge.' But I've been working on extending it."
Stark turns to one of the many holograms of his supercomputer, working with Friday to design a brand new suit to accommodate your skills. You're so engrossed in watching his process you don't even notice the shadowy figure appear in the doorway that leads to the training facilities.
"How'd you get these powers? Agent Hill isn't lacking in skill but it certainly isn't supernatural."
You knew Stark's question would come up eventually. It always did. Over time, it became easier to tell the story, but now you really don't feel like explaining fully, so you tell the short version.
"Hydra. When I was seventeen. They used me as a bargaining chip against my mom in a mission gone wrong and decided to experiment on me in the process. Left me with a lot of scars and a lot of therapy. Almost dropped out of school."
You don't remember much from the experience. But enough for it to leave lasting damage.
"Hydra?" a familiar voice asks behind you. Only now do you notice that Barnes is behind you. How long has he been watching?
You remain silent, just like you did the night before when he'd arrived late to the party, unable to speak under his gaze.
You had planned to leave not long after you joined the festivities. But when the elevator doors opened, a pair of blue eyes halted you in your path. James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. You'd recognize those eyes anywhere. Crystal clear and icy, freezing you under their gaze. He wore a leather jacket and leather gloves, concealing his metal arm, but you knew it was there, hiding behind the layers.
Barnes had always been the one that caught your eye during your mother's briefings. His transition from the greatest warrior Hydra had to offer, and thus S.H.I.E.L.D.'s greatest enemy, to the trusted companion of Captain America and official Avengers member intrigued you. At first, he had been more of a schoolgirl crush, the little girl grappling with her new powers seeking guidance in someone who didn't even know she existed. But age had not reduced your admiration of him. Barnes' face was hard set in serious determination and his glance barely grazed over you before turning to the rest of the group. He paid you not a single ounce of attention, yet you felt dumbstruck in his presence.
But Bucky had noticed you that night. Noticed you in a way he wanted desperately to hide, so he disallowed his eyes from lingering on you. Who were you and why were you wearing pajamas at a party and how did you make them actually look good?
And not only did he notice you, but he recognized you. He wasn't sure how, but something at the back of his head buried beneath decades of blurred half-memories told him he knew you. It was a stupid thought, though. How could he know you?
From the doorway, his eyes narrow in concern, making you feel smaller than ever beneath him. How is that 5 o'clock shadow so enticing? You just want to run your fingers across--
Stark gestures at Barnes, completely ignoring his comment. "Good, you're here. Our young Agent Hill needs to get started with her training immediately. I want her in the field but she can't be going in inexperienced. Teach her the works."
It's rather bold of Stark to assume you have no combat skills. And to assume you even want to go into the field. But you follow behind Barnes in silence anyway toward the training facilities. It doesn't matter what you know and don't know. He's going to kick your ass anyway.
"Feet wider," he says, coaching you on your swing. His blue eyes have somehow darkened, and along with the faint beard, he looks positively dangerous. "Not too wide."
"I know how to punch, Barnes," you whisper under your breath. He's not meant to hear your words, but he does anyway.
"Oh yeah? Punch me then. Go for it." His voice is challenging in the way that reveals he knows he could block any swing that comes at him. But he wants to see what will happen. Your mention of Hydra loosened a memory in his brain somewhere, and though he can't quite place his finger on it, the memory told him you're anything but the kid he's treating you like. He wants to know what you really have inside you.
Your annoyance gets the best of you. You aim for his face, the way your mother taught you. And she taught you well, teaching you all the self-defense skills you might need moving through the world as a woman. But she did not teach you how to fight super soldiers. That's an entirely different world.
Unsurprisingly, Barnes predicts your move and his metal arm comes up to meet your human one, halting your punch mid-swing. His palm fully engulfs your fist, your knuckles slamming into the metal with a ringing sound.
"Fuck, that hurt," you seethe through your teeth, gripping your hand in pain. And yet, you still smile. You mean for your words to sound irritated, but they betray how much you enjoy getting a swing in. "Didn't have to do me like that, Barnes."
He ignores your pain, though secretly it pleases him to find how much force is truly behind your punch. Nothing, of course, his metal arm can't take, but strong enough. "Language, kid. Go again. And this time, try not to be so obvious."
Despite his advice, it's impossible. He predicts every one of your strikes and counters them with four times as much strength as you possess. You give him everything you have, and nothing lands.
"This would be a lot easier if you let me use my powers."
So far, Barnes has refused to let you fight invisible, not that it would have done you much good without a proper suit. But you're tired and sweaty, your hair falling from its ponytail and sticking to your face, your muscles aching and your heart beating fast. Barnes hasn't even broken a sweat.
"Unless you learn to fight without your powers, they'll do nothing more than level the playing field. You need to be at an advantage if you're going to survive."
Survive. You've done plenty of that already. You want better than survival. Barnes recognizes the look on your face, the one that expresses the desire plainly. He knows the feeling, drifting from one day to the next and wanting more than that.
His voice softens a bit. "We can call it quits for the day. Get some rest. We'll go again tomorrow."
He didn't intend to be so kind. It just sort of happened, drawn out of him by the not-so-innocent girl who still has a lot to learn but can hold her own better than most.
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Tomorrow. Tomorrow's8 like the day before, 9 am at HQ, wait for Parker to get his ass up the elevator so Stark can begin, get sidetracked by coffee, and then finally return to the task at hand.
"Give this a shot," Stark says, handing you what looks like nothing more than a vaguely human-shaped paper suit. "Not exactly protective, but it's a new technology. Should conform to your abilities."
"You did this overnight?"
"Of course. Get changed."
The suit has little support and definitely no protection. You feel like a fingernail could rip a hole through it if you pull on it wrong, let alone a knife coming at you from an angry enemy. But it's a start. An impressive start. You stare at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom as you shift, the suit shifting along with you.
Back in the training facilities, where you know Stark and Parker will be waiting, you remain in your shifted form. They don't look up as you enter, somehow having not heard you, and instead are engaged in a heated discussion with Barnes about something you don't understand. So you creep up behind Parker, lean in, and whisper into his ear.
"I think it works."
You feel a little bad, but only for a moment. Parker jumps straight out of his skin, screaming a scream you didn't know was possible from the kid. Stark lets out a laugh as you rematerialize, and Barnes even cracks a smile at your prank.
"Yeah, yeah, I'd say so." Parker's voice quivers.
"Well, what do you think?" Stark asks.
"Very thin," you say, aware that much more is visible than you really want. "I feel like it's going to rip at any moment. And there's not a whole lot of support in this area."
You gesture vaguely at your chest, not knowing how best to explain to a group of men that a sports bra is a necessity for fighting, but knowing you have to make them aware all the same. You can feel Barnes' eyes on you, a little less polite than the others, and you find you like the way he eyes you up, a bit like a puzzle to be solved or a strategy to be devised.
"Right, right, I'll get on that. Only a prototype anyway," Stark responds nervously. "Back to work, Parker. Hill, Barnes, back to training."
Bucky tries his best not to picture what you might look like without that suit, but it leaves little to the imagination as you saunter away to change again.
And so the days move forward. You've never before been so busy or exhausted in your life. You just graduated college, which is a feat in itself, but all the training, all the work, keeps you on your toes so that by the end of the day, both your brain and your body are tired.
Still, you improve and get better at sparring Barnes, even taking him down a couple of times on your own, though you suspect he's going easy on you.
"Again." Barnes is already on his feet and helping you to yours. Today the sparring room is particularly warm, and you've long forgone your sweats for shorts and a sports bra. Barnes has lost the shirt as well, and his chest glistens with sweat beneath the fluorescent lights. Maybe it's the heat or maybe it's him, but the whole thing feels a bit dreamlike. Here you are, sparring with a man who could take you to the ground with one arm alone, and he's letting you kick his ass every once in a while.
But there's no way you can do it again. You feel destroyed by all the slamming onto the mat.
Barnes is doing his best not to be distracted as well, but those tight shorts and the top that reveals your midriff have to be on purpose. It's easy to admit to himself that he likes you, might even be attracted to you. You fight hard and relentlessly, rising to every one of his challenges and not backing down even when you're tired. You've already come a long way since that first encounter, and Barnes has come to look forward to the two hours a day you spend together in the gym. He had tried to tell himself it was the fun of having a new sparring partner, but in truth, he knows it's the determined glint in your eyes, the way you bounce on your feet in excited anticipation of the fight, the way you collapse on the mat after a hard session, chest heaving deep breaths in and out. But what he likes most is your heated gaze when he pins you to the ground, or even better, you pin him.
"Knock me down one more time and you can be done," he challenges. The familiar determination returns, though a flicker of doubt remains behind your eyes. He can tell you need encouragement. "Remember to use your size to your advantage. Don't let me get ahead of you. Keep me guessing."
You do your best. You really do. You hold your own for almost two minutes, but it's obvious you're only barely staying ahead of him. As soon as you falter, Barnes has you flat on your back on the mat without much resistance, immobilized by a knee on your thighs and his metal arm trapping your hands over your head. His free hand plants by your head and holds him up to prevent him from actually hurting you.
You gasp underneath him, trying to disguise the weird flicker of desire with breathlessness. He looks good from down here, all sweaty and dark and serious. But you're also a bit too tired to care. "I'm out, Barnes. Let me go."
Let me go. Please.
And that's when the memory returns. The full, real memory, the one that has been tickling the edges of his brain since he first saw you. You, a kid, his mission. Kidnap, don't kill. A small voice, your voice, begging. Please, let me go. What has he done?
"Fuck," he curses under his breath, standing up quickly.
"Language, Barnes," you say teasingly. But he doesn't laugh, simply exits the sparring room, abruptly leaving you, speechless and alone on the floor. What just happened?
After a moment of confused silence on the mat, you brush it off and stand, heading to your room for a shower. Stark offered you a place to stay at HQ, and you happily agreed. Though you loved being back with your mother after four years away at college, you cherish your independence. A room at HQ offered you just that.
A nice shower would certainly make you feel better after that confusing interaction. You pull on your robe and shower shoes, leaving your clothes behind so as to carry one less thing. But as you pass down the hall toward the showers, you can hear Barnes' voice drift through the slightly open door to his room.
"I remembered," he says. "It was her. I'm the reason she's--" He cuts off, appearing to be interrupted by whoever he's talking to on the phone. You pause by the open door.
"I know that's not me anymore but I'm still responsible," he continues. "I have to tell her."
Again a pause. By now it's apparent he's talking about you.
"No, Steve, we aren't a team. We aren't partners. I'm helping Tony out. I don't care if she doesn't want to work with me anymore, this is part of my redemption. I have to tell her."
The conversation seems over. You rush to the showers, not wanting Barnes to realize you were listening the whole time. Apologize, he said. Apologize for what? You've known him for a whole of four days and he's been nothing but polite to you. Cold, at first, but he warms upon acquaintance. And then he's downright sweet.
So sweet, you realize, for someone so damaged. He has every right to hate the world, and though he walks through it with a healthy dose of cynicism, he never lets that cynicism touch you. If anything, he's outright positive around you, an undeserving brat. A kid, really, though you don't like when he calls you that. You know you can be naive, positive on the verge of artificiality, and yet he never tries to burst your bubble. In fact, he seems to relish it.
The shower feels nice, but it does nothing to assuage your fears. Maybe it's you who has done something wrong? Now you're spiraling. You have to find out what's going on or it's going to drive you crazy.
You know what you have to do. You have just about seven minutes of invisibility before your shifting gives out. In those seven minutes, you can duck from the showers, sneak into Barnes' room, snoop around, and make it back to the showers unseen. Plenty of time. But you have to go nude. Now would be a great time for the suit, but no such luck. Naked it is.
Out in the hallway, all is quiet. Barnes' door is still ajar, but when you peek your head in, the room is empty.
Easy.
Where to start? His phone is a dead end, being one of those ancient flipping kinds rather than a new, high-tech smartphone. He has few personal belongings, the bed is made perfectly, and his closet contains only clothes.
The drawers of the nightstand are empty. Or nearly empty. At the back of the top drawer is unceremoniously shoved a small booklet with a pen stuck between the pages. It's worn and supple, as though held a thousand times and read a thousand more. You flip through, finding a list of names, some crossed out, others not. Your name does not appear, but something about the list tells you these are not ordinary names. These are the names of his victims, people Barnes hurt as the Winter Soldier. Your heart aches and your stomach clenches, the reminder of his past jarring against the kind demeanor you've come to know. But deep down, you know this isn't him, know he's a good man, despite it all.
You know better than most the first-hand horrors of Hydra's super-soldier experiments. Of anyone, you can relate best to the experience Barnes has been through. Your memories of that long week are blurry, but the pain remains, forever seared into your mind. You can only imagine a lifetime of that pain.
The sound of the door opening jolts you from your reverie and you close the drawer quickly. But you soon realize your mistake. Barnes would know he left the door open, would know exactly how he placed his book in the drawer, would recognize something was off. Unfortunately, you're right.
"Hello?" he calls into the darkening room. The evening is coming on fast and the sun dims to barely glimmer, casting the space in shadow despite the large windows on the south wall.
Bucky knows something is off the moment he finds your room unoccupied, having gone there with the express purpose of confronting you about his actions earlier in the afternoon. And though he has no way of truly knowing, he suspects you are now here, in this room with him, invisible to his gaze. Bucky shuts the door behind him and waits.
You're trapped. You don't have long before your powers give out; already the suffocating feeling that begs you to take a breath is coming on. And Barnes has closed the door, effectively sealing you in, as you can't open it without him knowing for sure that you're here. On top of that, you're clothingless. You've run out of options and Barnes seems to sense this. So, he waits, drawing out the moment of tension, building the suspense.
"I know you're here," he says finally, his voice soft and barely audible. "You can't hide that well. Next time, dry your feet off before you go leaving wet footprints all over the place."
Oops.
"I--" you begin, and immediately Barnes' eyes snap to where your voice originates from. "I'm sorry. I overheard your conversation with Rogers. I shouldn't have but I know it was about me."
Barnes sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, you're right. I have some things to explain. Though I'd much prefer talking to you if I could see you."
You hesitate. "Only a slight problem there. I'm not wearing any clothes."
If it had been any lighter in the room you would have seen Barnes blush. Instead, you watch him pull his shirt over his head. He hands it to you blindly, the shirt off his own back, soft with wear and long enough to cover the tops of your thighs. It smells of him, salty with sweat and sweet with the scent you've come to recognize only as him. You shrug it on and shift back.
"I'm sorry," you say again, having trouble concentrating with Barnes' bare chest at your eye level. Is that an old bullet wound on his shoulder? The reminder of a knife across his stomach? You can't look away, even at the seam where man meets metal.
Barnes shakes his head. "No, I should be the one apologizing."
He pauses for a moment and tries to begin several times before finally forming a complete sentence.
"It's my fault you're like this, that Hydra tested on you. It was me who kidnapped you, it was me who followed orders, it was me who completed the mission and got you hurt. And I'm so sorry."
You're so frozen in shock that the absurdity of the situation doesn't even register. There's nothing under this shirt, no underwear, no pants, no bra. And here you are standing in the bedroom of your greatest inspiration, listening to him apologize for being the one that facilitated your kidnapping, for being responsible for all the injury, the pain, the nightmares, the isolation, the...
It all comes flooding back, the things you had forgotten, or simply chose to not remember, and one of those things is his face.
You thought you'd dealt with impact. So many hours with a therapist, and you realize all you did was suppress the feelings, not confront them. And then you break, all the anger and sadness and frustration flowing from you at once.
"You piece of shit." Your voice begins as a whisper but soon amplifies nearly to a shout. "You monster, you bastard, how could you? How could you?"
All this time you forgave him for the damage he'd done, excused it as brainwashing and manipulation from Hydra. But now that it's you he's involved, you have somewhere to direct your anger, and you take it out as a shove straight to his chest.
He didn't expect that one. The words he understood. He accepted those, accepted that you would hate him forever. But then you're pushing and hitting him with all your force. Barnes could fight back, could hold his ground. But you need this, so he lets you shove him into the wall with a newfound strength. Finally against the wall, with nowhere left to go, you turn to pummelling his chest with your fists, repeating the words over and over, how could you, how could you, how could you.
For a moment, he lets it happen. But eventually, Barnes reacts, grabbing your wrists and holding them to his chest in an attempt to calm the fury that rages inside you. Surprisingly, at his touch, you still, slumping against him once the anger is replaced with nothing but sadness. That anger, one you never truly realized you'd harbored since your capture, bled from you all at once, leaving you exhausted.
You don't notice you're crying until a soft thumb wipes a tear from your cheek. Barnes releases your hands and wraps his arms around your sobbing body, pulling you close. "I'm so sorry," he repeats in your ear, his words a whisper against the rage inside your head.
Is it hours, or only minutes, standing like that, wrapped up in him, his skin so soft against your cheek? Time has ceased to exist, melting into the nighttime that encompasses the room in near pitch-black darkness. Your breath calms, your heart rate slows, the tears dry. He's only a man, a broken, misplaced, lost man. But he's also impossibly kind to you, caring enough to train you day after day, to pick you up when you fall down, to ensure you're happy here at all times. That's the man you know and rest your cheek against and seek out for comfort in this moment, despite him being the reason for your anger. But he's not truly the reason for your anger, only an easy outlet standing right before you.
This is not how Bucky had expected this to go. Perhaps to never see you again, yes. But to hold you in his arms, certainly not. And not just hold you, but comfort you. It surprises him how much he finds he likes it. And he can't ignore the fact that you're here in his room, wearing his shirt and only his shirt. He doesn't try anything improprietous, just wraps his arms around your waist, but it's not lost on him that your supple chest is pressed against him and the delicious scent from your still wet hair is filling his brain with a flowery cloud. His stomach clenches at the thought of burying his face in that smell for the rest of the night but he pushes it aside. That's not why you're here. That's not what you want.
But your next words surprise him. You pull slightly away, tilting your splotchy face upward towards his to look him in the eye. You take a ragged breath and speak.
"I forgive you."
Bucky is taken aback. That's not why he made this confession, not to seek your forgiveness. "You don't have to do that."
"I know. But I do. And I know you think I'm just a kid--"
Barnes lets out a short laugh, cutting you off immediately. "Jesus Christ, that's not true. You're not a kid. You're smart and strong and capable. And you've seen the ugly world for its true self and choose to remain good and happy all the same. I'm not like that and that makes you wiser than I'll ever be."
He takes a deep breath, unsure if he should admit to the feelings he desperately wants to express to you. The way you're looking at him, with a mixture of hesitation and admiration, makes the words tumble from his mouth without a second thought.
"But somehow being around you makes me want to be good again. Not for my sake, but for yours."
"James, I--" You've never used his first name before, but it falls deliciously from your lips, the sound of it nearly distracting him from the finger you run across the stubble on the cleft of his chin. Nearly. He captures that hand in his own, holding it there against his face.
"You don't have to forgive me. I don't deserve it," he repeats, eyes falling shut to the feeling of your thumb pressed to the corner of his lips. He still holds you close, the other arm wrapping tight around you, and though verbally he rejected the comfort your warmth offered, his body says otherwise, desperate for the acceptance his brain refuses to give into.
"Stop punishing yourself," you whisper. For a moment, he almost feels that he could.
And when your lips find his, soft and delicate, he forgets why you're even here in the first place, forgets his guilt and your anger, forgets even to react.
His lack of response has you pulling away, worried you've done something wrong, but then he's chasing your lips with his own, leaning forward to meet you halfway, gathering you impossibly tighter to his chest. He pauses, mouth mere centimeters from yours, eyes still shut, a deep breath heaving from his chest. He wants more, wants to kiss you again in all the places that count, but he can't quite yet.
"What was that for?" The question's not an accusatory one but simply curious. Have you always looked at him in this light since day one? Has he just not noticed?
"Are you blind, Barnes?"
He laughs and shakes his head. "None of that last name shit, doll, we've moved on to a first-name basis."
But your words are enough to surge him forward, this time capturing your lips in a dominating kiss that leaves you gasping for air. He takes advantage of your open mouth and presses his tongue to yours, seeking to fill his soul with your all-consuming warmth, to wrap it around him like a cocoon of your scent. His fingers slide down your back and slip under the shirt you wear, his shirt, grasping at the bare skin of your ass, filling his hands with your supple flesh.
You moan softly under his touch, relishing in the feeling of being encompassed by someone so large and so strong. The vibranium arm, which you expected to be harshly indelicate against your relative fragility, caresses you with the same gentility of the other. The intense contact sends your heart racing like it did all the times you were pinned below him on the sparring mat. Will he pin you like that in bed? Hold you down while he fucks you within an inch of your life?
The thought rouses a heat between your legs and stirs butterflies in your tummy. You don't even know if that's where this is going, but it invades your brain anyways. You're sure Barnes can feel your racing pulse beneath his lips when he kisses your neck, sending your nerves haywire as he creeps toward the neckline of your shirt. He inhales your scent, the hot air of his breath fanning your cool skin.
Everything about this is sloppy, the wet kisses dragged across your skin, his tongue tangled with yours, your fingers tugging at the hair that brushes the nape of his neck. Even his hips against yours are messy and rough, the heat of him leaving your core feeling slick, the wetness of it rubbing between your naked thighs. And then Barnes is sliding his hands back up your body, this time under your shirt, and tugging it over your head, his lips leaving your skin just long enough to toss the item to the ground.
You expect him to keep surging forward, to lift you in his arms and take you to bed like you want him to. But he pauses instead, hands cradling the back of your head, his eyes staring intensely into yours. Or you think he's staring into your eyes.
"Are you okay? Is this okay?" His voice is full of concern but raspy with arousal all the same.
"Yes, James, yes, I need more."
"Well, I would, it's just that you've disappeared on me again." One look at your hands and you know he was looking right through you, not at you. The swirl of emotions--pleasure, arousal, timidity even--sent you shifting without your knowledge. You can't help but laugh.
"Let me see you, doll," he groans, sounding exasperated that he can't rake his gaze across your naked flesh or find all the places he wants to touch you because they're invisible.
"You first."
A heated understanding lights up his eyes, still vibrant in the darkness of the room. Slowly, he releases his grip on you, relenting to not knowing where you are in space. You take an invisible step back to get a better view of the specimen before you. With one hand, he unbuckles his belt, sliding the leather from his pants and dropping it to the floor with a thunk. And then his pants are gone and he's left in his boxers, tight against the bulging muscles of his thighs.
And other bulging things. He doesn't hide his attraction to you. But still, you do not reappear.
Bucky begins to worry you're never going to, that maybe he's taken things too for. But then, a soft finger trails across his neck and he jerks in surprise. You're tracing the plain of his chest with a feather-light touch, dipping into the indent between his collarbones, feeling along the puckered scar of a bullet wound and the long slice of a knife. He feels healed beneath your touch, but it's not enough to satisfy the insatiable hunger building in the tightness of his groin. This entire evening has been a long, drawn-out, build-up of tension, and if he doesn't release it soon, it will snap like an overstretched rubber band.
He makes his move.
Apparently, Bucky's senses are just as perceptive here as they are on the sparring mat. His metal hand shoots up and wraps around the wrist of the hand on his chest, despite being unable to see it. The other reaches out and grapples at your invisible body in the dark, somehow finding your waist. He doesn't need to see you to manage to flip you around and press your back against his chest. In your surprise, your invisibility falters, and you flicker out of your shifted form with a flustered squeak, one hand suddenly pinned between your back and Bucky's rock-hard chest.
He holds on with an iron grip and walks you toward the bed, holding you up to prevent you from tripping in your ruffled state.
"You're taking too long, doll," he mumbles into your ear, and you feel his chest rumble with the vibrations. Your free hand flies to the one around your waist, which is slowly creeping upward toward your breast to twist at the sensitive nipple. "I know you like it when I pin you on the sparring floor. I can see it in your eyes. I'll take you like that right now if you give me the word."
Fuck, you want nothing more but you can't breathe enough to get the words out, opting for nodding vigorously instead. But Bucky wants words, gently prodding you forward to get a verbal commitment out of you. He will never take you against your will again. So you manage a long, drawn-out please and suddenly you're face-first in the sheets, bent halfway at the waist, your ass grinding against the delicious bulge pressed against your aching cunt. It pleases you that he has been thinking the same wicked thoughts as you when he slams you to the mat over and over again in training.
Bucky pulls your arm out from underneath you, joining it with the other and holding them together with his metal fist at your lower back, forcing your chest further into the mattress and your ass higher in the air. There's no way for you to move, no matter how hard you try. But you don't try, won't try. Bucky has you right where you want to be.
"Tell me if it's too much," he murmurs in your ear and you breathe an affirmation. His teeth nibble suddenly at your ear lobe and you squirm, the sensation of his breath fanning your skin sending goosebumps along the trail of kisses he leaves down your spine. Somehow, you know this is only the calm before the storm, the gentle caresses of a man who's about to rearrange every organ in your body, all the way up to your heart if you aren't careful.
It doesn't matter to you that it's pitch black in the room; you wouldn't have been able to see anything with your face shoved into the comforter, even if the lights were on. But Bucky's starting to regret having left the lights off, wishing he could better see the curve of your hips, the swell of your thighs, or the bloom of his handprint on your ass when his hand comes down with a smack. He resigns to being satisfied by the mewling gasp that escapes your lips and your soft pleas to Do it again, harder.
So he does. Smack.
And then he's sinking to his knees and you can tell because he leaves a wet stripe of skin with his tongue over the globe of your ass and blows a shock of cool air across the rawness of your skin.  He replaces the sting of his hand with the bite of his teeth and then a kiss to soothe you again. The rollercoaster of sensations has you moaning against the mattress and rocking your hips toward his face and Barnes chuckles at your movement, your actions giving away the desperation you feel to have his tongue move to more sensitive places.
He is happy to oblige. You hadn't even noticed you'd been squeezing your thighs together until he slid a hand up between them, forcing them apart. It's a blessing your legs aren't doing any work to keep you up anymore because they feel like jelly under his touch. The hand between your thighs moves higher still until you feel his thumb pressed to your sensitive clit, warm and twitching with anticipation, desire coursing through your veins and dripping from your wet cunt. Your ears barely register that he's speaking, the blood is pumping so hard in your ears, but his words are exalting.
"Look at you, so wet for me." The hand around your wrists tightens just slightly. You are surprised by the extreme control he has over the cool metal fingers, and you almost wish he'd use those on you instead. And then he says, "you like it, don't you, doll, being at my mercy," and you forget all about the arm and decide it doesn't matter what hand presses down with a gentle strength on your clit as long as he doesn't stop. And he doesn't. Doesn't move, doesn't flinch or twitch or falter, just holds steady until your gasping mewls die down just enough for you to say, "yes, all for you, all for you, all..."
With those words, his thumb slips, between your slick folds into your pussy, finding the soft spongy flesh and pressing down again and you cry out with a careening moan that tapers off into a silent sob. He's taking his time, picking you apart, pulling at the laces that bind you together, and undoing them to release the tension he knows you harbor. But what about him? Is it not torture for him?
You breathe in a rough gasp, enough to squeak out a few more words. "I thought we were going too slow for you."
He laughs, he actually laughs, at your words, but relents.
"I hear you, doll."
I hear you. Oh wow. His tongue replaces his finger and you lose all coherence, able only to blubber some iteration of his name as the smooth muscle traces circles around your clit, finally allowing your orgasm to build with a steady contraction in your pelvis. Barnes moans between your legs like he's never tasted chocolate or buttercream or any of those other wondrous flavors and there's only you. And that moan sends you overboard, the vibrations diffusing down your legs and you tremble into your first orgasm. Your first orgasm.
He keeps going, riding out the waves of your high until you're crying that it's too much, James, too much and he pulls his tongue away from your oversensitized clit only to move down your legs. He's working you up again, teasing the smooth skin of your inner thigh with gentle nips and kisses until your body is craving release again, your cunt clenching around nothing but the memory of his mouth. He is deliberate in his ministrations, methodical in the way he must be with his missions. The flood of your first orgasm has dripped steadily down your thigh and he cleans you with his tongue, dragging upward along the sticky trail of your musky release until his tongue makes contact again and he pulls an orgasm from your desperate body once more.
He still hasn't released your arms.
"You know how long I've wanted to do this?" he groans, as you shudder again into the pleasure of his touch. He kisses back up the length of your spine while you twitch under him, his free hand dragging shock wave after shock wave from your cunt. It strikes you that this man is truly 106, not 26 like his body suggests, and you absentmindedly wonder if that's why he's so good at it, that he's had years to practice. And then his cock is pressing against your folds and you forget the notion halfway through thinking it. "You're so good to me doll, so good for opening up for me. Wanna feel your tight pussy around me."
You push backward, or do your best to without the employment of your arms, wanting desperately to feel him inside you. He is warm and all-encompassing and part of you thinks his cock spilling his seed inside of you would complete you like nothing else. But you know that's a bad idea and you can hear him already unwrapping a condom (where did he get that from?) and your body trembles with the anticipation. You haven't even seen him yet but you know he must be big, the way he grunts when the tip of his erection teases your entrance.
When he enters you it isn't gentle like the stroke of his tongue. It splits you open with a rough thrust, the laces of your heart fully undone and releasing you from their confinement. You choke on your own air.
And then he's releasing your arms, and before you can react, Barnes has you lifted, your back to his chest, your knees shoved roughly into the mattress so he can stand and fuck you from behind. The metal arm finds your neck and forces your head back, his lips dragging hot against your soft skin and muttering filthy praise into your ear, his hand gently on your throat to hold you there. Your hands fly to his, not to pull him away, but to convince him to squeeze, just a little bit harder. The pressure is grounding, and then the hand around your waist is trailing toward the bud of your clit and rubbing in urgent circles and you let out a silent gasp as he thrusts into you at a pace astounding for the position you're in.
You come hard, over his hand, around his cock, and for the first time Barnes falters, stunned by the intensity with which you clamp around him and if he hadn't made you come two times already he might have held out a bit longer to pull another one of those stunning orgasms from your slick cunt. But you're sagging, using him to hold you up against the exhaustion of repeated abuse so he releases, riding the wave of pleasure you started. Bucky groans out your name, surprising you with the gentleness of it on his tongue despite the rough hand around your neck.
When he releases you softly back onto the bed, you sink heavily into the mattress, feeling high on pleasure and drunk on his hands. He pulls away and shuffles around the room, and if you had had any energy left you might have complained at the loss of him but as it sits nothing will rouse you from the intense desire to simply fall asleep.
He continues to move about and then... the lights go on? You groan at the harsh treatment of your eyes as they adjust. But Barnes returns and pulls you against him and apologizes for the rude awakening.
"Sorry, doll," he mutters. "Wanted to get a better look at you." His fingers glide along your back and his face nuzzles into the top of your head, breathing into your hair as you press your forehead into his chest. Despite being exhausted himself he trails his hands all over your body, exploring the side of you that has been shoved into the sheets for the better part of the evening. You let him, although your nerves feel fried and oversensitive to touch.
"Watch what you do with those hands," you giggle as his fingertips brush over a nipple, "unless you're ready to go again."
"Already looking forward to next time?"
"You wish," you tease, but already you know for certain that there will be a next time.
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vibraniumcollar · 3 years
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bucky/plus-sized reader where they meet on tinder and the reader is anxious bucky won't accept her, but bucky is insecure too!
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Pairing: Bucky x Plus Sized!Reader
Warnings: Self loathing, fluff
Word Count: 1,175
Beta Read: @divine-mistake
Gif: @unearthlydust
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Tinder. The dreaded app you had deleted and reinstalled too many times over. You had been on a few dates but none never seemed to go past the first. Most just ghosted the conversation after meeting you in person. One man in particular had the balls to tell you that your photos were a lie. You were skinnier on your profile. The words always rang through your head when you opened the app. Every day you tried to be proud of yourself. You had your own place, a great job, and friends who cares about you. In this day and age, self love was big. How could you love yourself when others never took the chance?
Late one night, during a few glasses of wine and your favorite comedy on tv, you decided to start swiping. The photos of men holding up fish or their car as their first photo were automatically sent left. You always read their little bios, taking in if you would be a match. More often than not, they went left. Out of the hour you were in, only a handful went right. Downing the rest of the wine, you set your phone down to clean up and head to bed. What you didn’t expect was a double notification, only a minute apart.
It’s a match! One new message.
James: So you like sushi?
Y/N: One of my favorites!
James: Want to check out my favorite place? It’s here in Beokklyn
James: Brooklyn. My bad. This whole texting thing is a pain.
Y/N: Lol I got ya. I’m free tomorrow night if you are.
James: It’s a date. I’ll meet you at Izzy’s at say, 7?
Y/N: I can’t wait!
The rest of the night was a blur. Whether it was from the wine or the excitement of possibly meeting a nice guy, you weren’t sure. That was, until tomorrow came. You had the day off and the wine gave you a headache when you woke. You didn’t remember much until you looked at your phone. Tinder was still open, the conversation with James still up.
“Oh shit.”
It took you all day to summon up the courage to go. You mentally kicked the you from last night for agreeing. Chances were you would end up ghosted again or possibly even stood up. None of your clothes seemed to make you look decent. After a brief whining session on the phone with your best friend, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to try. Worst case scenario, he didn’t show up and you ate alone, it wouldn’t be the first time.
Seven o’clock rolled around and there you were, sitting at a table against the wall and looking around as least anxiously as you could. It wasn’t too busy, just a few other customers inside including an older man who seemed to go by “Yori” as the waitress called him. You pulled out your phone to text your best friend that it looked like another bust before hearing a voice. The man from the photos had walked in and Yori spoke up, making some joke about how he hadn’t seen him in days. James. Your palms instantly clammed up when your eyes met his.
Standing, you gave him the warmest smile you could achieve while he brought his hand up from behind his back. Three roses held together by a green ribbon were handed to you. “Wow, these are beautiful, thank you,” you grinned, sniffing the flowers for a second before you both took a seat.
James, or Bucky as he liked to be called, was sweeter than you could have ever imagined. You realized why he looked familiar and it hit you. The man was the Winter Soldier. You had seen him on tv before, both as an apparent killer and saving people. You didn’t bring it up right away, afraid of scaring him off.
As half the sushi was gone from your plate, you decided to you were full. Eating on dates was one of the hardest things and even more now that you were sitting in front of this man. “So, I gotta say, I am surprised you matched with me. Especially since you’re, well, you.”
Bucky tilted his head, though he thought you were talking about how he was a former assassin to the villains of Hydra. “What do you mean by that?” He asked, setting his chopsticks down. He felt he needed a bit more clarification before assuming. Listen before assuming, that’s one thing his therapist told him to do.
“Well I just mean that you have to be around fit, super powered women every day. I’m not exactly the uh...body type I would picture you going for. A fat girl, I mean. You look like you could pull any supermodel you wanted,” you explained, moving to rest your hands in your lap.
Bucky’s lips formed a small O as he understood. “Truth be told, I’ve never been one to care about that superficial stuff. If you’re with a person solely based on looks, you’re dating the wrong way. I have much more to worry about than the numbers on a scale. I prefer to connect with someone over shared interests, their humor, how well they accept me. I do assume you know who I am after that question?” He asked, his voice lowering just a bit. Sure, it wasn’t a complete secret of who the Winter Soldier was, but it also wasn’t common knowledge nor a household name.
You nodded, which led him to continue. “Doll, I have my own insecurities too. To be honest...” he hesitated for a moment when he looked at you. Your eyes told him that he wasn’t being judged here. “I have nightmares from everything I’ve done. I have a past that’s splattered in red and all I can do now is try to help, be one of the good guys. You see yourself as lower because of your weight. I see myself lower because of what’s been done to me,” he sighed.
Bringing his hands up, he thanked whatever god was up there that you two had chosen a booth as he pulled his glove off. The black and gold vibranium hand was held up just enough for you to see it shine in the light. “I see this as something no one would want to be around. It may not be the same one Hydra gave me, but it’s a constant reminder.”
Your eyes trailed over the plating, how sleek it looked. Without thinking, you brought your own hand up and gently ran your fingers across his palm. It caused him to freeze, his breath hitching in his throat. “I happen to think this is pretty darn cool, Bucky. You’re trying to use it for good now, right? That’s what matters,” you said quietly, his hand slowly moving to hold yours.
“You know, I think this is the best date I’ve gone on in 106 years,” Bucky grinned. Oh, you knew there would be a second date after this.
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multific · 3 years
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Project Winter (Part 1/3)
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Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Kidnapping, Blood, Unwanted pregnancy
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Summary: Project Winter was Hydra's great plan to success. The plan was to gather one of their best soldiers and replicate them in order to create the perfect army. And what better way to replicate than to reproduce?
James Buchanan Barnes was chosen to be the very first soldier included in this program. His body took the serum so well with such great results, Hydra needed to know if they can replicate that.
Then a scientist came forward with the idea.
The plan was to find a woman and impregnate her. The high possibility that the serum was to affect the infant was extremely high. And Hydra knew this way, they will get a baby whom they can brainwash from a young age. The perfect obedient soldier. 
The plan was simple, according to them.
But in reality, it was much more difficult. Since they needed to carefully select a woman.
You were on your way home one day and never made it there. You remember walking down the street, crossing at the lights, and then passing a Chinese restaurant, but then you were knocked out, and you couldn't remember anything after that. 
You were taken to a terrible place, as you woke up with a throbbing headache in a dark cold, and humid room. 
It didn't take you long to realize that you were kept in a cell, you were so afraid you didn't even dare to move or talk. You looked out the small window on the door and saw men walking outside with big guns, and they looked extremely trained and dangerous.
They experimented on you a lot. You could tell that you were just a guinea pig in their eyes.
You were constantly surrounded by doctors but you didn't understand what they were talking about, they spoke in a different language. 
You weren't afraid of needles before all this happened, now even the thought shook you to your core. Every single time the cell door opened, you were shaking with fear. You knew begging or fighting was useless against them.
Every single morning when you woke up you had one question in mind;
What were they going to do today?
One day, you were brought into a different room. They had a bed which is usually used by obstetricians to observe their patients. This is when you flipped out completely. You screamed, yelled, and fought but they overpowered you. Four men in masks held you down while the doctor gave you something that made you numb and then unconscious in seconds. 
The next time you woke up, you were back in your cell.
You don't know what happened, you didn't remember anything, although you didn't feel any different on you physically, you knew they had done something.
***
Bucky's mind was clouded. The Winter Soldier taking over his mind, he wasn't in control, and just as every other time, this terrified him. 
He didn't know what the plan was, but one thing was for sure, this wasn't like the other missions.
He wasn't frozen back, no, he was kept awake in a cell. He was brought out of his cell once a day.
First, he was brought to a chair, got tied down as doctors put some sort of machine attached to his head.
He was ready for another shock therapy or some form of torture. But instead, he was shown a picture of a woman.
She was beautiful, and she had a kind smile.
This utterly confused Bucky. 
Why were they showing him a picture of a random woman? Was he supposed to kill her? But no one spoke nor did he get any instructions on what he was supposed to do. No one spoke, not to him at least.
Bucky did hear the doctors around him talk to one another. He only caught bits and pieces of the conversation.
They were talking about how they had her and she was almost ready. Ready for what, he didn't know. 
Still, it didn't make sense, why were they showing her to him?
Then Bucky heard it, a doctor said to the other that in case something was to happen and she escaped, Winter Soldier was to kill her. She cannot get out alive she had or will have some sort of asset that was too precious for them.
So, they captured this woman who has something they want, and they now put her into his mind in case she escapes so he can kill her.
But since the Soldier never received the message that he was to harm her, was he supposed to act on instinct? 
And why was there a random woman?
***
The next day, you were brought into this huge room, you were sat into a chair and tied to it. 
Then a man walked into the room. He was old, had very grey hair as he sat in a chair in front of you. 
He started speaking, but you didn't understand.
"I-I don't understand," you said but he didn't react he only continued to talk in that language that you thought might be German or Russian perhaps. 
The man stopped every now and then, you assumed he was waiting for an answer or acknowledgment, so you nodded every time.
As the man was talking, your eyes wandered around the place. you saw a second story just above your head as you looked up and saw a man standing there. He was so still, at first you thought he was a statue. But he soon moved. He had long brown hair and a distinctive silver-colored arm. 
Your eyes locked and for a second the world seemed to have stopped. You were brought back to reality very quickly when someone snapped their fingers at you. You looked back at the man in front of you and have him a nod, he then continued. God knows what he was talking about.
Your eyes quickly looked back up at the second story, but you found the man to be gone.
You wondered who he was.
Even with the distance between the two of you, his eyes were very expressive, he clearly felt sorry for you.
***
You don't know how long you have been at this place.
You assumed it was months.
And you soon figured out what they did on that day.
You were pregnant now.
A few months but now visible.
You had so many mixed emotions. You felt disgusted, scared, and confused. You knew they didn't touch you like that, so they had to impregnate you in a non-natural way.
Is this what they wanted from you? A baby?
You could only imagine what the people like them would do with a child. Or with you after you give birth. 
They would no longer need you as their sick experiment clearly had a result. You weren't even sure if you had a human baby in you. You had constant thoughts about what if they were some psychos who experimented with alien technology or something. 
***
Bucky was now frozen. Once they got what they needed from him, he was put back to sleep.
In his sleep all he saw is her. He overheard the doctor talking to her that day. And now he knew what was going on. She was chosen due to her great immune system and genetics, she was artificially inseminated. She was to give birth to the perfect soldier. A baby, whose future is to be a killer. A puppet to Hydra.
His baby.
Bucky was suddenly woken up from his sleep. He was woken up to panic and destruction around him.
The ceiling was collapsing in the lab and he saw people get crushed by the equipment and the ceiling. 
He wasn't woken up by anyone, the tube he was held in malfunctioned and as a result, he woke up.
Bucky had one mission in his mind as he was quick to fight his way to the cells through people.
***
You were asleep and woke up to a loud bang. It sounded like a big explosion. You heard people outside running around, talking. Then you heard more noise which you could only assume the place was collapsing.
You yelled, begged for them to let you out, but no one listened. They ran right past you.
"Please! I'm still here!" you tried one last time when you heard footsteps approach.
Then the metal door which held you captive for the last months was torn open with one movement. 
And there he stood, the man you saw one day. The man with the long hair and silver arm.
"H-Help me," you said but it was more of a whisper. He held his hand out for you and you don't know why you trusted him, but you took it.
He rushed you through the destruction and now the place was on fire as well. He soon stopped at a corner and motioned for you to stay quiet. You gave him a nod and he soon turned the corner, leaving you behind. You heard punches being thrown and a gunshot. Then he came around the corner again and grabbed your hand.
As you followed him you saw a truck and a man lying in a pool of blood next to it. This certainly proved that he wasn't there to get you into a new cell.
No, he was rescuing you. 
You soon got into the truck as he got to the driver's side. He started the engine and soon you were off.
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honeypiehotchner · 3 years
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Looking Too Closely (Bucky x Stark!Fem!Reader) -- part one
I know, I know. I just finished a 100k fic about Aaron Hotchner, I have another fic for him coming in May, and yet here I am, writing a Bucky Barnes fic. The Falcon and The Winter Soldier has done things to me, guys. I knew I was going to fall right back in love with Bucky and I totally did. So here’s this xx.
(Also, as for the timeline, don’t question it. I’m kind of imagining this on its own separate timeline, but I’ll pull details from everywhere)
Summary: You’re (possibly) Tony Stark’s daughter. You’re also (possibly) on the run from the law. What better place to show up than the Avengers Tower? [Oh and no Bucky in this one! He comes in part 2]
Warnings: angst, mentions of death (your mom), mentions of homelessness, Tony is kinda an asshole (but I still think it’s in character)
BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST 
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You weren’t going to come here.
It was a last-resort kind of option. A I-don’t-want-to-sleep-on-a-park-bench-(again) option. An is-going-to-jail-really-better-than-just-knocking-on-a-door? Kind of option.
Turns out, knocking on a door is better than going to jail. Especially when Tony Stark’s shocked face is almost as comical as your mom’s.
Currently, you’re soaking wet (damn skies decided to open up before you could get to the Tower) and sitting in Tony’s office while he paces and talks on the phone.
“Pepper, honey, I know this is bad timing, but I need you to pick up, okay? I have a kid here— Okay, she’s glaring at me, so not a kid— No, you know what? She is a kid and she’s getting water everywhere and she says she’s my kid and I’m two seconds from going into crisis mode.”
You and me both, you think to yourself. If you knew Tony was this much of a drama queen, you would’ve just gone to the police station. It was closer, anyway. Damn.
Tony ends the voicemail (which is his fifth one, you believe) and spins around to face you, a nervous smile on his lips. “Okay. How old are you again?”
“19,” you repeat tiredly. It was one of the first questions he asked you. “And I don’t actually know if I’m really your kid, okay? My mom says you are, but I don’t know.”
“Where is your mom?” His eyebrows raise like he’s brilliant and has found a way out. “Can you call her?”
“I don’t have a phone, but even if I did, no, I can’t,” you pause, rolling your eyes at his confusion. “She’s dead, Tony. She passed away last month.”
His confusion settles into shock. “Oh.”
“Oh is right,” you chuckle, ignoring your teeth chattering. “And trust me, I wouldn’t be here if I had literally anywhere else I could go.”
Tony opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off by his phone. He hurriedly answers and returns to pacing. “Pepper! Hi!— Okay, slow down, yes I’m telling the truth! Why would I lie— Okay, that was one time. Listen, this time, I’m not lying.” Pause. “Yes, there really is a kid here. You’re serious? Okay, fine, hang on.”
You watch as Tony starts a video call, and then turns the phone around on you.
Pepper Potts’s eyes widen when she sees you staring back at her, a cold and shivering mess.
“Um, hi?” Your voice is small and wary.
“Shit,” Pepper replies, and Tony turns the phone back on his face.
“See? Not lying.”
“For God’s sake, Tony!” Pepper yells. “Get the poor girl some dry clothes! I’ll be there as soon as I can, but try not to freeze her to death before I can get there. Christ.” The call ends.
You muffle a giggle in your hand, looking up to find a tired stare from Tony. Your laughter ends and you mirror his expression. “I told you dude, if I had literally anywhere else I could go, I’d be there.”
“Homeless shelter?” Tony questions.
“A homeless shelter in New York? You mean a breeding ground for disease and sexual assault?”
Your blunt reply has Tony faltering, but he accepts it. “Right. Let’s just— Let’s get you into something dry and warm and maybe get some food in you.” His eyes graze over your form. “When was the last time you ate?”
“Do you really want to ask me that?”
He thinks it over, and nods. “Never mind. Follow me.”
You stand and follow him, leaving a trail of water wherever you step.
He grimaces, pausing in his steps to say, “FRIDAY, will you dry the floors in here before I get back?”
“Who the hell are you talking to—”
Your question is promptly cut off by a female voice answering Tony. “Yes, Mr. Stark.” The voice echoes all around and sounds human, but distinctly sounds like it isn’t.
“What the fuck was that?”
“FRIDAY,” Tony replies. “Stands for ‘Female Replacement Intelligent Digital Assistant Youth’. A mouthful, I know, so I just call her FRIDAY. She’s my AI and she’s all over this building.”
“She— Never mind,” you shake your head. “Cool. Weird, but cool. I guess.”
Tony smiles, but then continues walking, exiting his office.
You follow closely behind, trying not to get too distracted by everything you’re seeing. All you saw on the way up here was the lobby, the elevator, and then right into Tony’s office. Now, you’re seeing out glass windows and down into the rest of the Tower. You have a clean view into what looks like a lab, and you see a few people working in there, but they’re too focused to even bother looking elsewhere.
After stepping into the elevator with you, Tony says, “Wanda should have some extra clothes you can borrow and if not she can at least help you...find some.”
He eyes you like he doesn’t quite know what to do with you, which you think is remarkably humbling of him. Part of you expected (what with all the stories you’ve heard and read about him) that he would act like he knew exactly what to do — regardless of whether it was right.
Maybe he will act that way later, but right now he almost seems frightened, and it’s weirdly comforting.
“Wanda is one of the…” Tony pauses. “You know where we are, right?”
You raise one eyebrow. “You mean do I know this is the Avengers Tower and that the Avengers are real people?”
“Yes…”
“Then yes.”
“Okay,” Tony says, straightening and composing himself once more. “Wanda is one of the Avengers.”
“I know.”
Tony hesitates, and the elevator is still going. “You’re not some crazy fan, right?”
“Dude, I told you. If I had anywhere else to be, I would’ve gone there.” You shrug. “Yeah, it’s cool or whatever, but I’m not going to faint.”
“Good to know,” he says, though you faintly hear him mutter, “cool or whatever,” to himself.
Finally, the elevator stops and the doors open to a new floor, one that you quickly realize is what can be described as the residential area for the Avengers. Their rooms are on this floor, along with a kitchen and a living area of sorts — both of which are empty right now.
Tony notices you looking around and says, “Most everyone is out on a mission right now, so it’s just me and Wanda around.”
“Okay,” you say.
Tony takes you down a hall and around a corner, and stops at a door. He knocks a couple times and then says, “Hey Wan, it’s me and I have a...an issue that I need your help with.”
The door opens a moment later to reveal Wanda Maximoff, a younger woman closer to your age wearing a confused expression. “An issue?” She questions, and then her eyes land on you. “Oh, hi.”
“Hey,” you offer a small smile. “I’m Y/N.”
“I’m Wanda,” she replies, offering a smile in return. But when she looks at Tony, it drops. “What did you do?”
“Why does everyone always assume that I’ve done something?”
“Because when have you not done something?”
Tony pauses. “Fair point. Look, the kid needs some clothes, and I figured borrowing something old of yours would be more comfortable than Avengers workout gear.”
Wanda seems surprised Tony even thought of that. “Of course,” she looks at you. “You can take a shower to warm up, if you want. But I definitely have some clothes you can borrow.”
“Thanks.”
“Just uh…” Tony pauses, waving around like the words will appear in thin air. “Bring her to the kitchen when she’s done.”
“Standing right here,” you mutter, earning a laugh from Wanda.
“Go away,” she waves at Tony. “I’ve got this.”
Tony walks away, clearly elated to be rid of you and have you in the hands of a responsible adult that is not himself.
Wanda shuts her door with a roll of her eyes. “Sometimes I wonder how Pepper keeps him afloat,” she murmurs. “Anyway, on to you— Oh, before all that, I can read minds, but I am actively blocking that right now. I’ll try really hard not to be nosy, but don’t worry, I am really good at keeping secrets because of it.”
You can’t help but smile. “It’s okay. There’s not much that goes on up here anyway.”
She gives you a skeptical look. “I may not be listening, but the amount of energy I am using right now to not listen tells me that’s far from true.”
You just shrug in response, not wanting to get into it.
Thankfully, she keeps her promise and moves on, too, walking toward her closet. “I have loads of t-shirts and hoodies, skirts, too, but I do have some leggings. Do you have a preference?”
“Just whatever you’re comfortable with letting me borrow.”
Part of you thinks she read your mind, though, because she hands you leggings and a t-shirt, along with one of her many zip-up hoodies. You were silently wishing she wouldn’t hand you a skirt.
“My bathroom is just through there and there’s clean towels on the shelf if you want to shower.” Wanda smiles, gesturing toward the open door at the other end of her room.
“Thanks.” You walk over and quickly pee, not realizing until you entered that you’ve desperately had to piss this entire time.
You decide against a shower for the sake of not wanting to take up too much time, and not feeling up for being naked in a stranger’s shower (albeit a kind stranger).
After changing into Wanda’s clothes, and hanging your wet ones over the shower curtain, you go back into Wanda’s bedroom. She’s sitting on her bed, mindlessly moving a red ball of energy between her fingers and up her arms.
She smiles upon seeing you, but doesn’t drop the energy. “Feel better?”
“Yeah,” you nod, mesmerized by the glowing ball of red in her palms. “That’s so dope.”
“Dope?”
“Really cool,” you clarify.
“Oh,” she giggles, and the energy evaporates. “I think I’ve heard Peter say that a few times.”
You have no clue who Peter is, but you don’t question it. “Should we go out there?”
“Yes,” she slides off the bed. “I’ll come with you. Tony can be a handful.”
That’s what your mom used to say about him, too.
You follow Wanda silently out into the hallway, and as you both get closer to the living area and kitchen, you hear two voices this time. One is Tony’s and after a few more steps, you find out that the other voice is Pepper.
“You’re saying she just showed up out of nowhere?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying because that’s exactly what happened.”
“And she says you’re her father?”
“Allegedly,” Tony scoffs, resting his hands on the kitchen counter. “I don’t actually know. I can’t remember that far back.”
“How far back?” Pepper asks, arms crossed over her chest.
“She says she’s 19.”
“I’ll be 20 this year,” you interject, enjoying the way Tony fumbles and tries to put on his mask one more time.
“Hey kiddo,” he says. “This is Pepper Potts, she’s the one who wrangles me in.”
Pepper shakes her head before offering you a warm smile and her hand to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m sorry you seem to be going through such a tough time.”
“It’s okay,” you say while shaking her hand. “I’m sorry for barging in and all. I didn’t know where else to really go.”
“Nope, that’s okay,” she assures you. “We’re going to get this figured out. Do you mind if you and I just talk for a minute?”
“That sounds good.”
“Awesome,” Pepper smiles. “Okay, Tony, just...go to the lab or something. But...go away.”
You and Wanda share a look as Tony saunters off, no doubt muttering under his breath.
“I’ll leave you guys to it,” Wanda says, gesturing between you and Pepper. “It was nice to meet you.”
“You too,” you smile. “Thanks again for the clothes. I’ll try to give them back soon.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Wanda shakes her head before heading back down the hallway to her room.
You’re left alone with Pepper, who doesn’t terrify you, but the prospect of what conversation is going to come next does.
“Do you want something to eat?” She asks. “I can order something while we talk.”
“Um...pizza?” It’s inexpensive and never fails you in terms of being able to eat it.
“Sure,” Pepper smiles gently. “What kind?”
After telling her your favorite toppings, the two of you take a seat on one of the couches. She finishes placing the order on her phone before she sets down the device and gives you her full attention.
“So. Tony told me your mom passed away,” Pepper pauses. “I’m really sorry for your loss.”
“It’s alright.”
“He also told me you didn’t show up with anything at all,” Pepper says. “Do you mind if FRIDAY does an identity check?”
“Is that like a background check?”
“Essentially, but it’s not that extensive. It’s just so we know the truth about who you are.” She pauses again, sensing your hesitation. “Unfortunately, it’s just a precaution we have to take.”
“Okay,” you agree, realizing you have nothing left to lose. “Uh, how do I…?”
“Right,” Pepper chuckles. “FRIDAY?”
“Yes, Ms. Potts.”
“Will you please do an identity check on…”
“Y/N M/N L/N.”
“One moment.”
“It should just take a few seconds,” Pepper explains. “Oh, and there will be a hologram that will appear— Right there.”
“Identity confirmed.”
The hologram appears in front of the TV, showing general information about you alongside a picture of you — a picture that you think is on your driver’s license, wherever the ashes of that is.
“Y/N M/N L/N, born to Isabella L/N in 2001 in a hospital in Newark, New Jersey. She was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.”
Your eyes widen. “That’s weird.”
“Thank you, FRIDAY,” Pepper says, and the hologram disappears. “It is a little freaky. I’m still not totally used to all of Tony’s tech, but I’ve stopped worrying about it. Good news is, you are who you say you are.” She pauses. “But I do have to ask why you decided to show up here? You told Tony if you had anywhere else to go, you would’ve, so I understand.”
“It’s the first place I could think of,” you admit quietly. “I’ve been living on the streets for a few weeks now.”
Pepper pales. “You’ve been homeless?”
You nod. “Mom died in a house fire. It was our house. I was on a walk to the gas station to get her favorite candy bar because she had been having a rough time.”
“And she…”
“By the time I came out of the gas station, fire trucks were blaring past and I could smell the smoke. The flames were high enough to see from a mile away.”
“I...I am so sorry.”
You shrug, surprised you’re not crying. “Everything I had was in there, except the clothes I was wearing when I got here. She had my cell phone because we could only afford the one, but it burned, too. Everything burned.
“Anyway, she… She always told me Tony was my dad and I didn’t believe her, but then she showed me pictures of them together, and it made me believe her. So I figured coming here would be better than staying on the streets or going to another shelter.”
Pepper nods. “Okay, well, I’m glad you came here. I am. But...Tony can’t do anything for you if he isn’t your real father.”
“I understand.”
“We can do a paternity test,” she offers. “If you want to, I’ll get him to agree. It wouldn’t be the first one he’s had to do, but this one…this one would probably be the first I think he’d do willingly.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “Really?”
She nods. “The others have been infants and the mothers have mostly been after money. The paternity tests were used in court.”
Your eyes widen. “I do not want to go to court.”
“You won’t,” she says. “The test could be done here and kept between the three of us. But, until then, it is up to Tony what he wants to do — whether or not he wants to let you stay. I’m not saying I will allow him to kick you out, but if he doesn’t want you to stay here, I will do everything I can to make sure you are somewhere safe.” She pauses, watching your expression as it changes. “I’m sorry if this sounds so harsh. It’s a recycled speech I’ve had to give a thousand times,” she laughs airily. “But I do mean it when I say I will make sure you’re safe. I don’t care if it comes out of my paycheck.”
“No, you don’t need to do that,” you start shaking your head, but she stops you.
“You are special, I can tell,” Pepper says. “And Wanda seems to like you, which is telling. In the time that she’s been here, it hasn’t been easy to get her to open up to others.”
You felt comfortable around Wanda, too. The same kind of comfortable you feel with Pepper right now.
Before anything else can be said, footsteps are heard and the smell of pizza fills your nostrils.
“Did you order me pizza? You’re too kind, Ms. Potts,” Tony’s voice floats from the hallway before he enters the living room, pizza box in hand.
“Actually, it’s for Y/N,” Pepper says.
“It’s fine,” you wave them off, but neither of them let it slide.
“Nope,” Tony says, placing the box down on the table in front of the couch. “I’ll get plates. You’re eating.”
“But if you—”
“Ah-ah,” he holds up his index finger, raising his eyebrows. “No arguing.”
“Seriously?” You deadpan, rolling your eyes.
You open the box and pull out a slice while he’s busy wasting time getting plates. When he returns, he hands you a plate, even though you won’t use it. He plops down next to Pepper and grabs a slice, shoving half of it in his mouth.
“Want some?” He gestures the half-eaten slice toward Pepper.
She shakes her head. “No, it’s your favorite, not mine.”
Your chewing slows. “It’s your favorite?”
“Yeah,” Tony replies, eating the other half of his slice.
“It’s my favorite, too,” you reply slowly, reaching for a second piece.
Tony smiles, grabbing a second slice, too. “You’ve got good taste, kid.” He takes less of a big bite this time. “So, what’s the consensus? How much money do you want?”
“Tony—” Pepper starts, but he doesn’t let her finish.
“Or, let me guess, paternity test. And money. College? I can give you a scholarship.”
With every word that falls from his lips, you get more and more angry.
“Or are we just waiting for the police to pick you up? I have to admit, that’s boring, but if that’s what we’re doing—”
“That is enough,” Pepper hisses.
“Um,” you swallow the bite of pizza that you had in your mouth. “Thanks for the pizza and...dry clothes and the talk, but I’m gonna go.”
“Y/N--” Pepper tries.
“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head as you stand. “It’s okay, it was a bad idea anyway. Don’t worry about the test, I mean, I’m an adult anyway, it’s not like it would make any difference.”
“She has a point,” Tony adds.
You ignore him. “I’ll just...yeah.”
The two of them are still bickering when you run off, toward the elevator. The doors open quickly and you let the elevator swallow you whole.
You were stupid, so stupid for coming here. You would’ve been better off on another park bench or something.
When the elevator reaches the lobby, you’re running out as fast as your feet will carry you.
+++
You’re thankful for Wanda’s hoodie when the cold wind of New York starts biting into your skin. It’s a miracle to find an open park bench, and it’d be a miracle if it could be a few degrees warmer outside, but you know that’s asking for way too much.
Still, you try to relax and rest. You have no clue where to go from here. Maybe back to a shelter, but the idea of that makes your body shiver for a different reason other than the cold.
You zip the hoodie up to your chin and wrap your arms around yourself, keeping the heat in as much as you can. Eventually, because of the exhaustion, you find yourself drifting off.
When you wake, it’s with a jolt because the empty seat next to you on the bench is now filled.
“What do you want?” After realizing the person is none other than Tony Stark, you can’t be bothered to be polite.
“For you to come back to the Tower before it starts raining.”
You sit up straighter, shaking your head. “No thanks. Did Pepper put you up to this?”
“Actually, I put myself up to this,” he replies. “I was a jackass. I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.”
“I mean it, kid.”
“Maybe stop calling me ‘kid.’”
“I will when you quit acting like one.”
You lift your head to glare at him. “That’s a low blow. Even for you.”
“I just want you to come back to the Tower with me,” Tony says. “I’m sorry. It was a low blow, and so was everything else I said earlier. But I refuse to let you sleep here when there’s a perfectly fine and vacant room at the Tower. Right next to Wanda’s room.”
You mull it over for a second. The mention of Wanda is enticing because despite today’s circumstances, she did seem kind and harmless. The two of you seemed like you could get along well, too, which is rare for you — and her, apparently.
“Fine,” you cave. “But only because this bench is uncomfortable as hell.”
Tony sighs, but doesn’t comment on that. Instead, he stands, gesturing for you to follow, and you do. “Okay, come on. I parked over here.”
“Parked?”
“Yeah, ki— You walked a good thirty minute drive from the Tower.”
“Oh.”
“It’s fine,” he says. “But it is about to rain, so.”
He clicks something and what was once a black smudge in your vision suddenly lit up as the car’s engine roared to life, turning the headlights on, too.
You can’t help but scoff.
“What?” Tony asks through a laugh. “It’s my car.”
“It’s so flashy.”
He accepts it. “Fair point.”
You have no clue what make or model the car is, but regardless it’s too sleek and too low to the ground. Thank God you aren’t driving.
You hop in the passenger seat, unashamed that you want to get out of the wind. Tony silently turns the seat warmers on when he gets in.
After driving for a few minutes, Tony breaks the silence.
“I need to call Pepper to let her know I found you,” he says, and without another word, the car begins calling Pepper. Well, FRIDAY does, because she’s in his cars, too.
Pepper picks up almost immediately. “Please tell me you found her.”
“I did, Pep.”
“Thank God,” she says, exhaling deeply. “Is she in the car? Y/N?”
“I’m here,” you speak up.
“Good,” she replies. “I was scared he made you angrier instead of apologizing.”
You’re still angry with him, but you don’t say that. “He apologized.”
“Good,” Pepper says. “Drive safe, Tony, please.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll only go ten above the speed limit.”
“Tony—”
“Call disconnected.”
“Oops,” Tony says. “Do you want a milkshake? Late night snack?”
“I’m good.”
“Suit yourself,” he shrugs, speeding up.
+++
You got a milkshake.
Not because you really wanted one, but because Tony ordered you one anyway. He guessed your favorite — it’s the same as his, but still — and didn’t let you argue. And you’re not one to let something go to waste if it’s right in front of you.
Pepper and Wanda look more than relieved when you enter the Tower beside Tony, milkshake still in hand.
“I have returned with the… With Y/N.”
You roll your eyes.
“Thank you,” Pepper says, but she still gives Tony a glare. When she looks back at you, her expression is soft. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you murmur. “I won’t stay for long, I promise.”
Pepper shook her head. “You can stay for as long as you need to. There’s no sense in you sleeping anywhere else when there’s a room here you can have.”
“I could use the company,” Wanda adds, smiling gently. “If you want.”
You smile in return, but you’re still wary. You look at Tony to see what he thinks, but to your complete surprise, he doesn’t look angry or anything.
“As long as you don’t ask for an entire floor, you can stay,” he says.
That’s about as good a response you’re going to get out of him, it seems, so you accept it.
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So how the heck do the Avengers pay for stuff, and how rich are they?
So, in the wake of “Falcon and the Winter Soldier” There’s a lot of debate about why Sam didn’t seem to get paid well for his work in the Avengers (at least in the MCU continuity), and this has got me thinking: we’ve got no evidence that the Avengers are, financially, anything but a hot mess. So lets break it down, Avenger by Avenger, using real-world pay scales for the ones who have jobs.
Tony: a billionaire, so clearly he’s a financial genius, right? Well….. his actions say otherwise. He’s shown to be wildly irresponsible with his money. He inherited a lot of wealth form his parents which was managed by the first Jarvis, Obadiah, and Pepper for him, he buys and then gives away not just woks of art, but entire collections by major 20th century artists on a whim, destroyed his own cars and home without concern, he tanks the value of his own company in the first Iron Man with a bad press interview, gets kicked of his own bord of directors, and ultimately, in Iron Man 2, gives control of his company to Pepper. He’s insanely rich, and insanely smart, but man, he’s not smart with his money. So all the cool stuff, his suits, the Avengers tower, the facility up-state: that’s all paid for by him, but Pepper is holding the purse-stings.  So, does he pay the others? We have no evidence for most of them… but we do with Spidey. Peter Parker is in the Stark Internship Program a euphemism to hide the fact he’s training and mentoring him as a super-hero, but I find the wording interesting: he refers to Spidey, his surrogate son and chosen heir, as an intern. I.E., Unpaid.  I’m guessing this is Howard’s influence over him, some sort of ‘make you own way in the world, son’ attitude, but  if he’s not paying Spidey, is he paying anyone else? He certainly pays for stuff super heroes suits and things, equipment, fuel, the base, but does he pay anyone a wage? No one ever mentions it. You think it would come up.
So, if he’s not paying them a wage, where do Avengers  (and thier allies) get their day-to-day money from, and are they rich? Using google and https://www.federalpay.org, lets find out.
Cap: Well, before Civil war, he’s a shield operative, and he presumably still holds his military rank: he’s a US Army captain, with (well) over 40 years service, so USD$88,142.40 per year, with $237.71  drill pay (pay per drill you have to do on weekends, on leave or outside of normal service) and $175.00 per month hazard pay (which I bet is interesting) on top of that. As a WW2 veteran, he’d be eligible for a war pension if he:
Was not discharged for dishonorable reasons; and,
Served 90 days of active military duty; and,
Served at least one day during wartime ("wartime" as determined by the VA); and,
Had  countable family income below a certain yearly limit; and,
Is  age 65 years or older; or
Regardless of age is permanently disabled, not due to wilful misconduct.
As he’s still receiving 90k per year, he’s ineligible for a pension as his countable yearly income is above the limit.  So if shield pays him in accordance with his rank and years of service, about $90, 600 per year incuding hazard pay.
After civil war, he’s a fugitive on the run, so presumably flat broke. I’d asume he gets his pension returened to him after the snap.
He’s also just gone from the 40’s to the present day, so 70 years of inflation probably makes buying things very confusing for him: everything would seem insanely expensive at first. He’d also not know what the correct prices are for anything invented after 45. You might get used to how much more expensive food and coffee is, but how much is a smart-phone worth? $200? $2000 $20000? Who knows? I bet the others have to facepalm a lot when he either refuses to pay for what he sees as clear price-gouging, and at the same time regularly pays insane amounts of money for goods and services because he doesn’t know better. He also has no known assets other than his pay: he rents an apartment making him one of the few American males in his age-group who isn’t a home-owner
Thor: Does Asgard even have currency? It’s depicted like a “Crystal spires and toga” type utopia with no poverty: even working class Asgardian’s like Scourge seem to be pretty well-off and want for nothing, so he’s from a post-scarcity society where actual magic is a thing. His “Another” coffee cup smashing and the fact he doesn’t have a computer of phone in Ragnarök might indicate that, no, he just doesn’t have, need or understand money. Splitting a bar tab with him must be a nightmare. His breakdown post snap indicates he’s got some cash, but not a huge amount, and is probably skiving of Valkyrie and the other Asgardians.
Banner: Okay, so a PhD could make you a lot of money from patents… in pharmacology or engineering. Theoretical physics? Not so good. And if Banner did have any patents, they’ve probably been seized under eminent domain by the US military.  At the start of The Hulk film, he’s working a entry-level factory job at a botteling plant in Brazil. The minimum wage in Brazil is 1069.62 Real per month, that’s 12,835.44 Real per year, or around $2437.79 US per year, before everything goes wrong for him! He then runs off to India, works for Tony for a bit and then gets shot into space. Spidey may actually make more in allowance than Banner does, and Banner is a gown ass man with bills to pay: I’d imagine he loses a lot in ripped clothing.
Natasha and Barton: Pre Civil-war, both are government spooks, so how well does that pay? The salaries of CIA Intelligence Analysts based in the US range from $25,838 to $685,701 , with a median salary of $125,340, so let’s assume that Shield pays in a similar range: $685,701 per year for Director Fury, around 125,000 for Natasha and Cliff, which explains Cliff’s nice, middle-class mid-western home. Post civil war, presumably not great: we know that Natasha spends a lot of her savings running and hiding all across the world, and Cliff takes a deal and presumably lives of his savings, pension and his wife’s income.
Rhodes: Full USAF colonel with over 10 years service? $105,562.80 per year, plus $293.23 drill pay per drill and $175 per month hazard pay, and because he’s team Stark and not Team Cap in Civil War, he’d not lose any of that. He presumably also gets an injury pay-out after his accident. After T’challa and Stark, he might be the best paid avenger.
Dr Strange: spends all his money he made as a surgeon on trying to cure his hands: spends literally his last dollars heading to Nepal to train. Wong even jokes with him about their lack of worldly money when asking for a tuna-melt. But, can use illusion to make people think he has money, and his home and clothes etc. come with the job, so in the same boat as Thor in that he has no money, but needs none AKA, he’s a bastard to try and split a restaurant bill with.
Wanda and Vision: No know source of income, just sort of live in Tony’s hose and eat his food, and on top of that Wanda goes on the run after civil war… yet they can stay in fancy hotels in Edinburgh, a relatively expensive city, and Vison apparently bought them a house to retire in, so one of them has some source of money. Maybe Tony gave Vision years of back-pay form when he was still Jarvis, or maybe the vison has a day job, which is, frankly, hilarious. Could you imagine him as a barista? I can, and it makes me very happy.
Scott Lang: I’d assumed he’d be super, super broke, but apparently the average pay for a private security consultant in the Bay area is $85,430 per year. Not bad. Pity he gets sucked into the quantum realm just as his business is taking off, so presumably, flat broke again.
Bucky: no known income, and I doubt Hydra paid him for being the Winter Soldier so he probably has no savings, but he should, technically, qualify for a military pension. As a single veteran, he’d be  eligible for federal tax-free pension of up to $1732 per month, or $20,784 tax free per year. Not much for someone who lives in NYC. He may also be eligible for medical benefits over the loss of his arm. Whether or not he got to see any of that money given how confused his life has been over the past 10 years is unclear, but on paper he’s eligible.
T’challa: He is, quite possibly, richer than Stark, and as an absolute monarch pays no tax and has access to his Nation’s vast wealth in vibanium. It’s good to be the king!
Captain Marvel: USAF captain, and a test pilot; the test pilot school only accepts applicants with a service length of less than 9 years 6 months (10 years six moths of helicopters) as they don’t want older applicants. With 8 years service, $79,538.40, plus drill pay and hazard.  However, no know (human) pay since 1990. Flat broke.
Guardians of the Galaxy: no data, but I’m assuming “Cowboy Bebop” levels of perpetual never-ending poverty given the way they choose to live. I’d also assume Rocket has taken all their cash into some sort of Ponzi scheme of his own creation, because just look at him, of course he has.
Spidey: he’s got about $10 of his aunts’ money at any given time, so he can buy lunch… which may in fact be more than Banner or Lang, and we know it’s more that Strange or Thor.
 So, here the big one: how rich or how broke is Sam?
Sam Wilson: annoyingly, we’re not directly told what rank Sam held in any MCU film. USAF pararescue “Maroon berets” are generally NCO’s (but there’ are officer-ranked pararescue) , and he’s seen working on his wings at one point, where as officers don’t generally work on or maintain airframes. He’s shown wearing a Nation Air guard grey while jogging at one point to confuse the matter further. The general consensus on redit is he’s a former USAF tech sergeant (E-6). But how long was he in the air force? With six years service (the minimum sensible time he could have served to work in pararescue based on his age), that would be $41,464.80 per year, plus drill pay and hazard. As Anthony Mackie, the actor that plays him, was 36 as of Civil War, and assuming the character is the same age, and assuming he retired from the air force that year, and he joined the USAF at 17, the youngest you can join, he’d have served 19 years, giving him a pay of $51,566.40, the maximum pay you can get at this rank before promotion to Master Sergent,  but meaning he left just before he’d qualify for the 50% final salary pension you’d qualify for after 20 years. Which seems weird. So let’s assume the character is one year older than the actor that plays him and served 20 years (ages 17-37), that means Sam has a military pension of $25,783.20 per year (20,784 of it tax-free), plus any injury benefits. He councils other veterans, but doesn’t get paid for that. He also chooses Team Cap in Civil War, so would become a wanted criminal, and so lose his income between 2016 and 2018, and then gets snapped and has no income for 5 years, which would destroy his credit rating. Like the rest of Team Cap, he presumably gets his post snap pardon, and goes to work for the US government at his former pay and rank. However, given how Captain John Walker treats him as an equal, it’s possible he’s been promoted to a captain when the  hired back, giving him a pay of between $54,176.40 to $88,142.40 (with 20 years experience, depending on if they take into account his prior service or not, and how much prior service he has), but either way, he’s just starting this as a new job after being legally dead for 5 years: no savings, and no credit.
Commercial fishing vessels cost about 10% of their total value per year in maintenance alone. I can’t identify what sort of boat the Wilson’s have, but some quick googling indicates that the cheapest  15m long wooden in-shore shrimp trawler costs around $140,000, so that’s $14,000 per year in maintenance costs alone, minimum. And that’s a lower estimate, assuming the rest of the business is sound, which we know it isn’t.
So, in concussion, yes, Sam is in some serious financial trouble until he can re-build his savings and credit, but the scary bit is he’s not alone in that: he’s probably better off than Lang, Banner, Danvers, Strange, Thor, Bucky, Wanda and Parker. Only Clint (if he gets a full pardon and gets his full pension), Rhodes, Stark and T’challa aren’t in some sort of potential financial problems. That asshole bank teller was right: despite the fact it seems to pay well on paper, with a few exceptions, the Avengers financials are probibaly a mess. EDIT: Rocket is running the Ponzi scheme, if that’s not clear from context. The others know they have money somewhere, but not where it’s gone. And It’s been pointed out to me that as he’s technically a POW while he’s the Winter Soldier, Bucky is owed over 70 years back-pay, equal to over 3 million dollars, details in the notes.
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falcqns · 3 years
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Hey, hey it’s your loyal fan! ❤ I thought of this, maybe you’ll like to write about it. Angry sex with Henry, because the girl and he hated each other because their families are close and practically they grew up together. 😄
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Actress!Reader
Warnings: Infinity War spoilers, Bratty!Henry, swearing, smut, fluff, angst.
A/N: Thank you for the request! I absolutely love this idea, I hope you enjoy! I also *definitely* did not base the smut part off of a recent hook up ;)
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You were really dreading going to your neighbors cook out with your parents. When they had told you about it, you almost said no, knowing Henry would be there. You didn’t hate his family, you just hated him.
The two of you actually used to be the best of friends. Up until the age of 18, the two of you were inseparable. Then, he started acting, and never had time for you anymore. While you understood that he was busy, it still hurt. The moment your friendship ended didn’t come until you were 24, when he had a break in filming and came back to Jersey for Christmas, and treated you like you didn’t even exist. All he did for two weeks straight was talk about his experience acting, and brag about how hot his new girlfriend was. Not a word to you about anything, and you knew that was it. 
It was after that Christmas, that you decided if he could make it as an actor, you could as well. You auditioned for an agent the next week, and once you made it through that step, you started acting. 
One of your more notable roles was in the Marvel series, playing the character Mockingbird. It was one of your first acting gigs, and everyone was surprised you got such a huge role right away, but you had more than proved yourself to everyone after the first Avengers movie. You had always wondered what Henry thought, but you never asked. Although you had started acting to get back at Henry, you found that you absolutely loved acting.
It was only a week ago that you had finished filming Infinity War, and had 2 weeks off before you started filming Endgame, so when your mom asked if you wanted to come home and visit for a little, you had said yes. You didn’t know at the time that that would entail you going to the Cavill’s house for a cookout. You were going to say no, but your mom insisted, and you agreed.
As you looked yourself in the mirror in your bedroom, you knew you weren’t prepared to see him. You had seen him a few times over the years, at award shows and such, and he had never taken a second look at you. If he did, he would instantly roll his eyes.  You tried to ignore it, but it still stung a little. 
You took a deep breath, and looked at your outfit for the cookout. It wasn’t anything special, just a yellow sundress with white flowers on it. It accentuated your body in the best way possible, and you weren’t complaining. You paired it with a pair of white Vans, and you were ready.
As you walked down the stairs, you felt the dread swirling in your stomach, but you pushed it out of your mind. If you made it through at least 3 hours, you could say you were tired, and head home. You grabbed the fruit platter your mom had prepared, and followed your family out of the house and over to the Cavill’s. 
You instantly heard Henry laughing loudly, and had to mentally prepare yourself to face him. He was never verbally rude, it was only side glances and eye rolls, but it still took a toll on you. 
You walked in, and greeted Marianne and Colin, while Henry played football with his nephews further down the yard. You spared him a glance at his back, but turned to help your mom set up the three lawn chairs she had brought. 
As you got yourself a drink, you felt Henry’s eyes burning into your back, and moments later, his scent surrounded you. You rolled you eyes, before turning to face him. He rolled his eyes, and stepped to the side to allow you to get out of his way, which you gladly did. Your mom smirked at you as you rolled your eyes and walked away. 
“Still not getting along?” She asked as you sat next to her. You scoffed. “Nope. I don’t even know what I did for him to hate me so much.” You said, and your mom brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes. 
“I don’t know honey. Maybe you should ask him,” She suggested, and you almost scoffed again. 
A few minutes later, you made your way into the house to use the bathroom, and your mom took that opportunity to brag about you. As you exited the house, you almost laughed at Henry. He was glaring at the grass in front of him, in a way that almost made you believe he had laser vision, while your mom talked about your career. 
“She actually just booked a role in this new film coming out, called Knives Out! it had Chris Evans and Daniel Craig. It doesn’t start filming until next year, but it sounds exciting!” Your mom said, and everyone smiled, other than Henry. 
“How was filming for Infinity War, Y/N?” Marianne asked, as you sat down. 
“It was great. We filmed in Atlanta and Scotland, which was pretty cool. I can’t say a whole lot about it, but it was fun. Especially getting to work with every one again. A fair amount of the cast dies in this one, so I’m excited to see how Endgame is going to end,” You said, and everyone smiled. Henry scoffed quietly, but you chose to ignore it. 
You continued talking to the people at the cookout, mainly your mom, until Marianne asked if you and Henry could go to the store and pick up a few things that she was out of. You said yes, and Henry rolled his eyes again, before reluctantly agreeing.
You grabbed your car keys and waited for him at the gate to the backyard. You noticed he pulled his car keys out of his pocket, and scoffed. “We’re taking my car,” He said, unlocking his Aston Martin. 
You hit the start button of your Dodge Ram 1500, before turning to him. “No. We’re taking my truck. I refuse to be on of those ‘girls’ in your car that I see all over the news.” You said, and Henry sighed before locking his car and walking over to your truck. You got in the car and put your keys in the ignition. Your phone connected to the bluetooth, and just to annoy him even more, you decided to play ‘F-150′ by Robyn Ottolini. 
“I can drive by your street and not feel a thing Play all of those songs you used to play me Get drunk with my friends and not think to call Could think of you a little, but I don’t think of you at all I’ve been growing up, getting strong, moving on…”
Henry groaned as you pulled out of the driveway. “Really? Country music?” He said. You chuckled. 
“I thought you liked country music?” You asked, and he rolled his eyes once more. “Yeah, actual country music. Not whatever girly shit this is that you think it country music.” 
You felt your frustration growing but attempted to push it back down. “Well, it’s my truck, and I want to listen to this.” You spat at him as you turned the corner.
“I’m just saying I hate it. I thought you’d have better taste in music considering who your friends are.” He muttered, looking out the window. You furrowed your brows.
“Whats that supposed to mean?” You demanded, and Henry laughed sarcastically before turning to you. 
“It means that you can sit there all high and mighty thinking you’re better than everyone just because you’re a Marvel actor. You can brag about being friends with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan all you want, but it doesn’t make you any better than me.” He grumbled, and you had had enough.
You slowed the car down at the red light before you spoke. “What the fuck did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much? We used to be best friends, and now you treat me like shit for no apparent reason. Why?” You demanded. Henry turned his body to face yours.
“You didn’t even congratulate me on my first acting job. You didn’t even pick up the phone, and at Christmas, you didn’t even talk to me. You shut me out for no reason, so I have a right to be mad about it,” He said, as the light turned green and the car began moving again. You scoffed. 
“I wasn’t the one who shut you out. You came home and all you talked about was filming, and how ‘hot’ your girlfriend at the time was. Of course I didn’t want to sit there and listen to you brag, when you walked right by me, and didn’t even say hi.” “You didn’t even come to the airport with Mum and Dad to pick me up! You were clearly mad and jealous, and I didn’t want to cause a blowout!” 
“I wasn’t at the airport because I had finals you dumb ass. If you’d have noticed, I arrived the same time you did. I waved at you, and you rolled your eyes at me, and started blabbering on and on about your life, without even asking me for an explanation. If you had asked, I would have explained and apologized.”
Henry turned to face you again, and the car turned down the road that would lead into town. “You didn’t even call me. You had my number.”
You pulled the car over abruptly on the dirt road. “NO YOU DIDN’T!” You screamed. “YOU SAID ‘CALL ME’ AND NEVER GAVE ME A NUMBER! AND WHEN YOUR MOM FOUND OUT AND GAVE IT TO ME, YOU NEVER PICKED UP! ALL I KEPT GETTING YOUR ASSISTANT, SO I STOPPED CALLING, AND SETTLED ON TALKING TO YOU AT CHRISTMAS!” You screamed again.
Henry jaw locked before opening his mouth again. “YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT YOU DIDN’T HAVE IT! I WOULD HAVE GIVEN IT TO YOU! I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU TO BE MY DATE TO THE BAFTA’S AFTER YOU GOT NOMINATED FOR THE FIRST AVENGER’S MOVIE, BUT YOU DECIDED TO GO WITH SEBASTIAN, EVEN THOUGH HE WASN’T IN THE MOVIE! YOU WERE JUST TRYING TO MAKE ME JEALOUS!” 
Your brow furrowed. “We were already filming Captain America The Winter Soldier then, and I asked him because he is like a big brother to me, and I could call you because you hated my guts. Chris had a girlfriend, and everyone else was busy, so Seb came with me. And if you’re going to sit here and just ‘assume’ Seb and I are dating because we went to an awards show together, you’re fucking insane. He has a girlfriend, so don’t even go there. For the record, if you had asked me to go with you. I would have said yes.” You said. Henry laughed again, and you wanted to hit him.
“Yeah sure you would have. Why did you even get into acting in the first place? Because I did, and you were jealous?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.
You looked out the windshield. “That was a part of it, but mainly I did it because I was head over heels in love with you, and you abandoned me. Do you even know how much it hurt me to hear you talking about your girlfriend that year at Christmas? Do -” You started to say, before you were cut off by Henry undoing your seat belt, and attempting to pull you over the middle console. 
It took a few tries, but he eventually got it, and you were straddling his waist. He looked at you angrily, before slamming his lips to yours. You yelped into the kiss, but melted into it seconds later. Henry ran his hands over your hips and under your dress. His fingers grazed over your covered mound, and moaned at the feeling of the soaked fabric. His hands traveled back up to your hips, and pressed you down onto his growing hard on. 
His lips traveled from your mouth and down your neck. He sucked a hickey into where your neck connects with your shoulder. You gripped the back of his head, and moaned at the feeling of his stubble ticking your skin. His right hand traveled in between your legs, and pushed your underwear to the side.
His fingers traveled through your wetness, before he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but you swallowed it as you glanced down and saw him undoing his pants. He pulled his hard cock out seconds later. You barely got a glance at it, before he was pushing inside of you, slowly. 
Once you were fully seated on his cock again, he tilted the seat all the way back before placing his hands behind your knees. You went to move, but squeaked when you felt a slap land on your right butt cheek.
 “Don’t you fucking move,” Henry growled, and all you could do was nod. Henry adjusted slightly, before he started pounding into you right off the bat. He let go of your left knee, and pulled your shoulder until your shoulder crashed into his. He took both of your hips into his hands, as he quickened his pace. You let out a moan, but that earned you another swat on the butt.
“Shut the fuck up,” He grunted out, his hands moving from your hips to take two full handfuls of your ass. “Been pissing me off for years, and it seems the only way you’ll shut the fuck up is when a dick is in your fucking pussy. If you make a fucking sound, I'm going to stop, and leave you all wet and dripping for the rest of the day.” He threatened, and all you could do again was nod.
He slapped your ass again, and grunted, his hips snapping against yours quicker. Henry trailed his right hand over your hip, and in between your open legs. He traced his fingers over the skin of his cock that was quickly disappearing and reappearing inside of you, before trailing up and over your soaked pussy, his thumb finding your clit instantly. he rubbed quick circles, and you felt the pressure of your orgasm quickly approaching. 
“You better fucking cum before I do or you’re not coming at all.” Henry spat, yet another slap landing on your butt cheek. You bit back a whimper, and nodded. He gripped your hips and pushed you up before his thumb returned to your clit. “I wanna see your face when you fucking cum. When you fall apart on my cock, ‘cuz I’m the only one who can fuck you this fucking good, right? Do Chris and Seb fuck you this good? Have you drunk off just my cock in less than 5 minutes? Bet they can't,” He grumbled, and your back arched and the pressure grew even more. You clawed at his chest to alert him about your orgasm, but that earned you a slap on the thigh.
“I’m about to cum, so you better hurry the fuck up and finish,” He growled, and you nodded pathetically. You felt your legs start to shake, you and you bit down on your lip as it washed over you, and you squeezed Henry’s cock in between your walls. He gripped your hips, and pulled you down on his cock as he came, and filled you with spurt after spurt of his cum. 
You collapsed onto him moments later, and teared up when you felt him brushing hair out of your eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. His thumb brushed away a stray tear that fell out of you eye, before tilting your chin up to look up at him. He gave you the sweet smile that you hadn't seen in over 10 years, before mending all the broken pieces of your heart with 4 words. 
“I love you too,” He whispered, a tear falling from his eye, as he pressed a sweet and soft kiss to your lips. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry that I made you think that I hated you. I was conflicted. I was so in love with you and I didn't know how to handle it, so I went out of my way to hurt you, which is pathetic. I promise you I will never hurt you again,” he said, and smiled when you rested your hand on his jaw.
“I know. I think our issue was that we were so horny for each other but we didn't know it. I’m just glad we sorted it out,” You whispered and pressed a kiss to his jaw and he tightened his arms around you and smiled. 
“Yeah, me too.”
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petertingle-yipyip · 2 years
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NIGHTMARE - THREE (BUCKY BARNES)
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THREE - LAST ONE STANDING
Last Part // Next Part // Masterlist
Tags: @writingsbychlo @bangtanxberm @calums-betch @ladyyystark @buckyys-doll @spideysimpossiblegirl @tgirljeep388
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x HYDRA!reader
Word Count: 10,287
Summary: Her short time of peace is brought to an abrupt end. After a small interaction with someone from her past, will Y/N keep her compsure long enough to complete the most conflicting mission of her career? Does she choose Nightmare and HYDRA or does she choose Steve and Y/N?
Notes: Can we talk about the quality of this gif? I’m obsessed!! Anyway, it’s a violent chapter (maybe blood mention) and talk of scars w/ mild cursing. Once again, blame Google if the Russian is bad :/
The next couple years left you in pieces. You were the product of an attempted chemical agent to dismantle free will. Lucky for you, it wasn’t perfected yet and the facility was destroyed before it could be. You remembered chasing down the plane of those who burned the building to ash, but they had just barely gotten away. You hadn’t thought about it much since, but every now and then you wonder what happened to the two little girls because you knew you didn’t kill them.
And while they could easily trigger a fully compliant Nightmare, it wouldn’t last forever. Y/N would come back naturally after a couple days, but every time it seemed to take a little longer for your brain to rebalance itself. You were always aware of what you were doing, acting purposefully in regards to the assignments you were given. You were intentionally looking to complete your missions and to complete them well, but you knew you didn’t want to. Only it wasn’t about what you wanted anymore. Sometimes on simple missions when you were Y/N acting as Nightmare, it was hard to tell what was fake and what wasn’t. 
It wasn’t until Rumlow and Pierce were fundamentally running the show that you had some semblance of peace. They told you that they didn’t need Nightmare for now so you were able to be yourself. They expected your full cooperation if and when that time came and they told you to keep a low profile until then.
It was a relief to be in conscious control of your actions for the time being. The only pain now - other than the weight of what you’ve done - was the constant wonder of what was happening to James. Was he still in Siberia? Was he on ice? You hadn’t heard any new stories of the Winter Soldier so you assumed he was on stand-by. Though a small part of you hoped he got out, you dreaded the possibility that the Winter Soldier was gone entirely.
Your feet took you through the familiar halls of the Smithsonian without much of a thought. You passed by people and kids, enjoying the freedom. It was those kinds of situations that made you glad you had created Nightmare. You didn’t have to hide in public, to duck in alleyways and sink into shadows. The blood on your hands wasn’t visible to everyone without the mask on, and even then, most wouldn’t know what you’ve done. You - like the Winter Soldier - were passed off as a ghost story, a made up figure as HYDRA’s scare tactic.
That was almost true.
You wandered the known path to the ever-popular Captain America exhibit. It was busy as usual with kids on friend trips and soldiers, both enlisted and veterans. Everyone pushed through to read Steve’s biography and find a seat to watch the short film that featured Peggy Carter. You had seen the film a few times and it was nice to know that she didn’t spend her life stuck on him. Though truthfully, a part of you envied her. How nice would it have been for your head if you had been able to let go of those feelings for James? Your service to HYDRA would’ve been an achievement then rather than a burden. But maybe it was better that you had something to hold on to…
You replayed the familiar thought as you snuck through the nearly feral crowd of school age children. They clamored to the gift shop to see what Steve replica memorabilia they could buy. They screamed at each other and shoved each other as they bumped and tripped their way through the museum. You chuckled to yourself as the teacher frantically tried to control the rabid children. You, however, weren’t there for the cheap souvenirs or to hear a relatively mutilated recap of Steve’s story. A recap that didn’t include Nightmare.
You learned that the first day you visited and part of your ego was bruised a bit, but you supposed it made sense and was better for you. Peggy Carter and Howard Stark seemed to be the main sources for the exhibit so of course they had no real knowledge of you. And what they did know, they probably didn’t have much proof to show. So your existence was omitted completely.
There was a small display at the exhibit for James and the rest of his unit, the Howling Commandos, that you always found yourself at. You weren’t even sure if it was intentional or some subconscious attempt to bring back the boy who so easily held a candle in your lonely heart. You stood in front of his section and sighed inwardly, gently running your fingers over the plexiglass that covered his photo. You hadn’t seen James in so long, only the Winter Soldier and even that was years ago.
“Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country.” The announcer ran through the familiar words.
Every time you heard that line it felt like a hot poker in your chest. You knew it was a lie. He was alive. It wasn’t much of a life, but he wasn’t dead, though you weren’t quite sure which was better. Selfishly, you tried to convince yourself that working for HYDRA was better than being dead, but that was only because that was the choice you had made when you were a child. You tried every day to reason that your lifestyle was better than death, but nearly everyday proved to give you nothing to support that claim. Maybe everything would’ve been better if you had chosen the other path and let your parents’ legacy end with them.
“You’re probably the first person I’ve seen over here.” A familiar voice came from your side and pulled you from your spiraling, pessimistic thoughts, making you pull your hand away quickly as if you were touching something you shouldn’t have. Something that wasn’t yours. “Well, to really stay over here for more than a minute..”
You turned quickly to see Steve standing beside you. He wore a cheap ball cap and had a pair of glasses tucked into his shirt collar, as if to hide from the public eye. You couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight. He was just as welcoming and warm as you remembered and you almost let yourself run into him for a hug. You noticed that time really hadn’t touched him while he was in the ice. Sure, you had seen the film and news stories from when the aliens came to New York years prior and he seemed like the old Steve, but seeing him in person, it really proved that physically, he was still the same.
You hadn’t seen Steve since the war. You had felt your heart drop when you heard that he didn’t make it off the plane that night. Part of you felt that you had sent Steve Rogers to his death by putting him on that plane, that that was the first real blood on Nightmare’s hands. But then, decades later, he was still alive. Preserved from his time and dropped into a whole new one.
“Yeah.” You said finally, after realizing you were taking too long to answer. “I’ve always liked this piece better… I prefer his story, but the ending is kinda unfair. The only Howling Commando not to make it back.”
“Why's that, if you don’t mind me asking.” Steve asked with a warm smile. He was touched that someone else cared for his friend’s story.
“Everyone cares about Steve, y’know? Yay, Captain America and all that.” You began with a shrug. “Not to say that I don’t care, but him- James Barnes.. Shouldn’t we care about him just as much?”
“A lot of good men died in that war…” He agreed sadly. “This group was probably some of the bravest men that fought.”
“Speaking from personal experience there, Captain?” You teased lightly. He chuckled and shook his head, as if in disbelief you knew. “The hat probably won’t work on someone shorter than you, which is almost everyone. But your secret’s safe with me.”
“Gotta try sometimes, right?” He laughed lightly.
“He was your best friend, right?” You nodded to the picture of James. He sighed regretfully - likely remembering the day James fell - and nodded. “Would it be weird if I said he’s very pretty?”
“Oh trust me, he knew.” Steve joked, making you laugh in return because you knew Steve was right. “He got almost every girl he wanted without having to try very hard.”
“Almost, hmm? Guess you can’t charm them all.” You tried to sound playful, but that line seemed to upset you a bit. If he got every girl he wanted, were you really that special?
“There was one girl, right before the war.” He explained. You listened intently while you watched the small screen play a quick video of James laughing with Steve. The wide smile on his face made your heart ache while it beat a little faster at Steve’s words.
God, when was the last time you heard James laugh? Seen a real, honest smile from him?
“Her name was Y/N Cervantes.”
You turned back to Steve quickly. You thought you were made. You didn’t have a cover story thought up already. You’d have to run. How quick could you get to the exit?
“He uh- He died in the fight before he could make it back to her..”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Were you friends with her too?” You spoke carefully, not allowing any emotion into your voice. Only innocent curiosity. You were interested to know what story Steve knew.
“A little bit, yeah.” He shrugged casually. “We didn’t get to hang out a lot before everything.” He gestured to himself.
“I’m sure she was proud of you both.” You wished you could tell him you were proud of him. “I doubt she ever forgot you… Or him. Especially with a heart like yours and a smile like his.”
“I tried looking her up when I got out of the ice, see if maybe she was still alive...” He began softly, regretfully almost. You felt the guilt stinging in your chest again. You never wanted to reveal yourself more than in those moments. “Never found anything. It was as if she never existed… Maybe I got her last name wrong, I don’t know.”
“Or maybe she just didn’t want to be found..” You offered. That part, at least, was true. Only Cervantes was never your last name. Y/L/N was the reality. He couldn’t find Y/N Cervantes because she never really existed outside of his memory. “Could've been too hard to lose you both so she started over somewhere new.”
“Y’know.. You seem familiar. Have we met before?” Steve asked suddenly. Making eye contact with him, you realized he was studying your face.
You knew you looked pretty much the same, only now you had a different haircut - longer with loose curls and face framing bangs and when he knew you, your hair was always neatly braided and pinned up. You wore little to no makeup and simple, nondescript clothes. You weren’t intended to stand out, you never were.
You laughed slightly with a small shrug, backing away a few steps after one last look at James’ smiling image. The potential recognition was your cue to leave. “Maybe you knew my grandma.” You joked and offered a lazy salute before leaving the exhibit.
You didn’t realize how nice it would feel to talk to someone as Y/N, talk to someone other than HYDRA operatives. And of all people, running into Steve Rogers felt like something more than just a chance occasion.
You wondered what else that interaction would lead to, what type of investigation into your sudden disappearance and questions would arise. You thought about if it could lead Steve to the HYDRA agents embedded into SHIELD, leading him to Nightmare. To you. It was too late to change any of it so you just had to trust that Steve would let it go. But something in your bones told you that you’d be seeing the Captain again. After all, he wasn’t the type to give up so easily.
When you got the call for an assignment, there were mixed feelings. The peace you had up until then had been nice but it made you uneasy. HYDRA wasn’t one to forget something as dangerous as yourself. You had begun to wonder if someone had gotten the entire organization exposed. But you dismissed that thought, knowing you would’ve seen something on the news about SHIELD’s big HYDRA bust, likely with Captain America leading the charge. You didn’t know how much of Y/N would be left when HYDRA inevitability goes down and you wouldn’t need to be Nightmare anymore but at least you didn’t have to face that yet.
You were given your assignment, head of SHIELD operations Nick Fury. You were told the plan, that undercover agents would pose as NYPD and attempt to end it before you had to get involved. But being that he was a high priority target, you were called for support. Not only you, but the Winter Soldier as well. It was a relief to know that nothing bad had happened to him, but you didn’t quite feel happy to see the Winter Soldier.
You and the Winter Soldier were waiting a few blocks away from the initial interception point. You were told that if things didn’t go as planned, they would lead him to you and you didn’t have a lot of faith in your associates. So you two waited in the alley until you heard anything. You watched the screen in your hand while you sat on a pile of discarded pallets, kicking your feet aimlessly.
“It hasn’t been too bad for you since they relocated me, has it?” You tried asking James as you waited for further instructions. You peaked up from your screen and saw he wasn’t looking at you.
He said nothing, only stood opposite of you and leaned against the wall behind him. His head was tilted down, either in thought or zoning out. You hopped off your seat and closed the distance, gently lifting his chin so he would look at you.
It must look odd to anyone else, two figures in dark clothing with masks covering their faces. One with a hood drawn to hide her eyes and the other with dark goggles to hide his. But in a world of Avengers, no one paid anyone a second glance.
“If only we could’ve gotten out together… Imagine that.” You said softly. He tilted his head in question and you let out a soft, defeated sigh. Your words were going in one ear and out the other, meaning nothing to him.
Your screen beeped before anything else could be said and when you looked down, you saw the red dot getting closer and closer. You glanced back to the Winter Soldier and nodded for him to follow you into the street as you shoved the device into a pocket. It was easy to locate the beat up SUV as it drew closer. Beside you, he lifted the massive gun and took the shot. The disc attached to the underside of the vehicle and blew, sending it toppling upside down. 
He reached his arm out for you and pulled you to the side, out of the way of the now airborne vehicle. Using the material of your cloak after you unbuttoned it, you stood in front of him and pulled it up to block the smoke and loose gravel. You knew he didn’t care for the protection, but you hoped part of him was thankful.
You two moved through the smoke quickly, the gun in his hand and a blade now in yours after replacing your cloak. By the time you reached the vehicle, Fury was gone. He escaped through a hole he cut into the roof and went underground.
You slammed your blade into the tire and huffed in annoyance. He looked over at you and you wished he wasn’t wearing the goggles so you could see more of what he was thinking. It really annoyed you in moments like that. At least with your hood, people could still see your eyes at some point. 
“Either we track him ourselves or we go back with nothing.” You said simply, yanking your blade free and shoving it into the back of your belt. “What’s it gonna be, Soldier? Your call.”
You held a hand out for him, asking him to follow you. You were afraid that if you went back with nothing, Pierce would shut you down and bring out Nightmare. He would think it was a flaw in Y/N’s thinking and that you purposefully let Fury get away. And you didn’t want to think what he would do to James.
After a moment, he took your hand and you let out a sigh of relief. You even smiled at him but you knew he didn’t see it. But maybe he saw it in your eyes. 
You ignored the attempts Pierce made to contact you. Your phone’s screen flashed with his messages but you ignored them all, tapping to delete each one. It took the rest of the day, but you eventually found Fury in an apartment building on the other side of town.
He had the shot easily, but something told you to wait. You told him you wanted to see where he went, to see who would’ve helped him so you could see if they were a target as well. You pulled your binoculars from your small duffle and set up beside him, focusing on the apartment. It was too dark to see anything yet, until a momentary flick of light. It was enough for you to see him through the cracks in the blinds. Steve Rogers.
“Of course he went to the Captain.” You complained before shoving your binoculars away. You tightened the bag over your shoulder and turned to him. “Take the shot.”
Four shots rang out and you waited a moment but there was no response, no one looking through the window or yelling. So you and the Winter Soldier took off. As you two were leaving the rooftop, you heard the shatter of glass. Turning, you saw Steve jumping across the building gaps.
“Son of a bitch.” You groaned before turning back to your escape route. “The guy doesn’t know how to quit.” You complained as you caught up. He looked over in question and you simply waved him off.
You two jumped down to the next roof level and rolled through to get back to your feet. As you two were reaching the edge, Steve burst through the door a few behind you. You turned to say something but the Winter Soldier had his arm around your waist and pulled you away as Steve launched his shield.
It was caught easily by his metal arm. You dropped to your knee to allow him to throw it back hard enough to push Steve back.
“Nice to see you again, Captain.” You mocked before stepping backwards off the ledge. The Winter Soldier went with you before Steve could gather himself. You two were gone before he had a chance to look for you again.
You two had gotten back to your outpost and the HYDRA scientists were checking on you two. You waved them off and stood from your chair. You noticed they were rather cautious with him, examining him from a distance.
“Enough.” You announced, pushing past them. If they weren’t going to do the job right, they didn’t need to be there. You pulled off your gloves and tucked them into your belt as you moved in to take their place. “Leave us.”
“But-“ One of them tried weakly.
You turned quickly to face them, leaning in slightly to punctuate your words. They cowered back slightly and their eyes went wide with fear.
“That wasn’t a request. Leave.”
You stood between his legs, calmly reaching to take his mask off as everyone else cleared out. You smiled softly as you placed it on the small tray next to you. You picked up the small towel and dipped it in the water bowl before turning back to him. You placed one hand on his jaw while you wiped the black away from his eyes gently.
“Did you know him?” He asked softly.
“Know who?” You asked simply. “The workers? They must be some new recruits or transfers.”
“The guy with the shield.” He corrected.
“I did, yeah.” You confessed. You chose your words carefully to not push him in one direction or the other. There was an uncertain vulnerability in his eyes and though you ached to tell him the truth, you didn’t want to put him at risk. Not until you knew for sure you could get both of you away safely. “I met him before you joined us.. We didn’t really get along then either.” You joked.
“Who is he?”
“Captain America.” You switched hands to clean the other side of his face. You figured if you said Steve Rogers, it would trigger something that he couldn’t afford to be triggered. You could tell Pierce and Rumlow weren’t the type to handle things kindly, especially something like this. “Nice guy, just different sides... You’re staring.” You noted after a moment of silence between you two. 
“Sorry.” He muttered, almost inaudibly. “Can I.. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” You nodded, tossing the now smudged black rag to the tray. You turned your attention back to him, placing your hands on your lower back and tilting your head in interest. “Ask me anything.”
You figured he would ask something about you. Your past, or maybe about his. Usually, when you two were alone, he asked a couple questions that you could answer vaguely. You didn’t know what answers survived HYDRA’s tortures and which were gone, and though you shouldn’t, you didn’t mind indulging him in some truths every now and then. If you couldn’t tell him everything, then he deserved the truths you could tell him. 
“Did I know you before? I just-  I can’t get over how familiar you are...”
“Is that what you see when you look at me?” You asked gently, kneeling in the space you were standing. You crossed your arms over his lap and leaned your chin on your forearms while you waited for a response.
“Someone I should know…”
You nodded slowly as you leaned back, a gentle smile playing on your hidden features. He had asked you that a couple times. Whether he wasn’t sure or if it was something he just liked to hear, you didn’t know. You never asked. You kinda liked that you were what he always wanted to know about, but you wish you didn’t have to reintroduce yourself to him… You wanted him to hold on to your memory the way you held on to his.
“Before these?” You tapped his metal arm with one hand and your own face mask with the other. He nodded quietly, bracing himself for your answer. “Yeah, we knew each other a little bit… That’s the theory on why you trust me so much and so easily. I always cleaned you up and helped train you when I was around. Why do you think we work so well together?”
You watched a small smile cross his face. Almost a smile of relief. You had left your hand on his forearm while you spoke, a small gesture that you paid no mind to because you didn’t think it meant much. But to James, it showed that you weren’t scared of him the way everyone else seemed to be and that meant more than he could ever really explain.
“You’re not scared.” He commented.
You almost laughed. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me..” You said reassuringly. “I trust you, J-“ You stopped and cleared your throat. “I trust you.” You nodded.
“I don’t know your name.” He said, almost as it was a confession.
“Don’t feel bad.” You shrugged, hoping to offer some sort of consolation as you stood. You understood it was your choice - and it was probably for the best - but that didn’t mean you didn’t yearn to hear a certain broad-chested, blue eyed, brunette say it. “No one does… I’ll tell you one of these days.”
Meanwhile, Steve was following up on his own hunch. He went back to the hospital for the flash drive he had hidden in the vending machine days prior, only to find out Natasha took it. After a quick, tense conversation, Steve was able to get something on the mystery shooter and his mouthy accomplice.
“I know who killed Fury.” Natasha admitted, making Steve hesitate. “Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. Those that do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited with more than two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years. And if he’s around, there’s a girl that’s usually with him that’s at least twice as brutal.”
“Yeah, Nightmare.” Steve finished. “She was HYDRA during the war but she wasn’t anything like that. She had a good heart back then.”
“People change.”
“Not that much.”
“I did.”
 “Your guy- He just sounds like a ghost story.”
“Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran.” Natasha explained. “Somebody took out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went right over a cliff. I pulled us out but the Winter Soldier and Nightmare were there. I covered my engineer and he shot him through me. Soviet slug, no rifling. Bye bye bikinis.”
“Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now.” He mocked.
“Going after them is a dead end. I know, I’ve tried.” She tried. “There’s nothing on Nightmare other than her kill record, which is extensive. No name, no face. Only a mask and hood and expertise in almost any weapon imaginable. If she was your friend, she’s not anymore.”
“And what about him? Nothing?”
“They make one hell of a tag team because they don’t care about the mess they leave behind. You don’t want to get involved in that, Steve.”
“Let’s find out what the ghosts want.”
A couple days later, you got word from Rumlow that the Black Widow and the Captain went to Camp Lehigh. They activated the old Zola program and would likely be going after one of the embedded HYDRA agents to get more information. You went to Pierce’s home that night at his request and waited quietly. If Pierce wanted to keep HYDRA’s power, he’d need to make a decision quick.
The Winter Soldier sat at the table with his gun laid out but you weren’t quite sure if he was intended to use it on Pierce or if he just had it out. You stood behind him with an arm on his shoulder while the other hand absentmindedly toyed with a blade, flipping it and spinning it over your knuckles. He came without his mask but you, of course, never left without it. You waited for his housekeeper to leave before speaking.
“Want some milk?” Pierce offered.
“Who drinks straight milk?” You rolled your eyes.
“Our window is limited.” He explained, ignoring your comment. “Two targets, level six.”
“Who?”
“Don’t worry about that. They already cost me Zola.”
“Bullshit.” You laughed. “You sent us after Fury and the Captain was there, which you didn’t warn us about but I have a feeling you knew would happen. Two level six targets? I want to know who they are or I won’t do it.”
“You really want to go this route?” He stood before you. “It’s very easy to make you change your mind.”
“Tell me who they are.” You said firmly despite the jump in your pulse.
He turned to the Winter Soldier. “Shut her up.”
You looked down at him as well with raised brows, waiting for him to move. The Winter Soldier simply looked at you, tilted his head in silent examination, and turned back to Pierce, completely unamused. You nearly laughed at how deadpan his expression was.
“Are you listening?” Pierce tried.
“He won’t hurt me.” You said proudly. “We were made to be partners, ‘an unstoppable team’ as Zola so constantly put it. Of course there’d be precautions so we wouldn’t be turned against each other, since people like you have agendas and agendas change. He won’t hurt me and I won’t hurt him.” Not that you wanted to, but Pierce didn’t need to know that. “Don’t you feel stupid?” You mocked.
“I want death confirmed in ten hours.” He continued his original instructions.
“And I want to know who they are.”
“You don’t need to-“
You slammed your blade into the table, less than an inch away from his hand. He stared at you in disbelief while you met his eyes with a serious glare. The stare down lasted only moments, but you could feel the Winter Soldier tensing beside you. If Pierce made any action to hurt you, you knew James would come to your aid. 
“Am I scaring you yet, hmm?” You chuckled darkly. That was one of the moments where that definitive line didn’t seem to exist. “Oh, I should play along, act like you’re a tough guy, right?”
“We all have our roles to play in this organization.” He tried to reason.
“We’ve paid our dues.” You said seriously as you leaned forward and flattened both palms against the table. “Tell us. I can promise you, you won’t like me when I’m mean.”
Before Pierce could reply, his housekeeper came back in. You turned to her and saw her eyes go wide with fear. Admittedly, the scene probably was terrifying for someone who didn’t know. It was probably even more terrifying to those who did know too. Pierce picked up the gun and shot her twice without a second thought. You never understood how someone could be so heartless but it was HYDRA after all.
“Ten hours.” He repeated.
“I’ll do it in twelve.” You countered easily as you put your blade back in it’s rightful place.
“I said ten.”
“And I said twelve. If you won’t tell me who we’re after before we get there, I’m not doing it in your timeframe.” You shrugged. “Call it a compromise.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t say the words.”
“If you really wanted to-” You realized with a slight laugh. “-you would’ve already… You either don’t remember them or can’t say them since you don’t know Spanish… You have nothing to use against me.”
“I have him.” He said slowly, pointing to the Winter Soldier. “Something tells me that I can use him to get to you, can’t I?”
“Twelve hours.” Was all you answered with. You knew your avoidance was enough of an answer, but you wouldn’t dignify that accusation with any real words. 
The next day, you and the Winter Soldier found yourselves on a highway bridge. The first target you were told about was Jasper Sitwell, a HYDRA agent who spilled the beans to Captain America and the Black Widow. You were utilizing the suction palm gloves to keep yourself on top of the speeding SUV. 
“I’ll follow your lead.” You leaned forward to tell him. He turned to look at you but his expression was hidden behind his goggles again.
He landed with an audible thud and you saw Sitwell’s body be yanked from the car. He was thrown into traffic on the opposite side of the divider and that was the end of that leak. You watched from your position as he stood on the roof and began firing into it. The car suddenly came to a stop and he was thrown off.
You watched as he rolled to a quick kneel and used his metal arm to slow his slide. You smiled proudly as you remembered when you taught him that maneuver. Your SUV slammed into the back of the car and the Winter Soldier jumped over to the top of the car again. He reached his hand through the windshield for the steering wheel before turning back to the SUV.
You released the suction in your palm to allow yourself to slide to the hood. Replacing the suction to the windshield, you reached out for his hand. He took it - though you doubted he needed it - and let you pull him to you. You two watched as the car spun out of control after your SUV slammed it again.
“They bailed.” You said with a mock pout as you saw three figures escape the now airborne car.
You two jumped off the hood when the SUV came to a stop and one of the agents sent with you handed the Winter Soldier an explosive launcher. You pulled your stun gun from your belt and followed his lead. He shot at Steve, who was sent flying off the bridge. You almost laughed at how cartoon-ish it looked.
Truthfully, you didn’t want to kill Steve or the Black Widow or their new friend. But you knew Rumlow would likely show up at any moment and if you didn’t look the part, they’d use James against you. You had to protect him.
While you got closer to the Widow and their friend, the four agents sent to assist were firing nonstop. You waited until you had a clear shot because emptying bullets into cars did nothing but keep them in hiding. He fired again which made her jump the barrier and the third sent her over the edge. He traded to a different rifle as he approached the edge from your side.
You pushed your hood back before you peered over and down, waiting to see the Widow. He was scanning for the Captain so he didn’t see her beneath him. You were quick to kneel out of the way and reached for him as you went down. A bullet caught his goggles as he dropped so he pulled them off in annoyance as they were now cracked.
You swung a leg over his so you could kneel in the open space between his knees. You quickly checked the side that got hit and the other side, using one hand to push his hair from his face. His eyes seemed to soften a bit when they met yours, which you were sure betrayed the concern you had. He nodded, telling you he was okay. So you patted his cheek - or you should say his mask - and moved out of his way.
He stood and began firing over the edge, disregarding the fact that other people could’ve gotten hit instead. The Widow fired at him as soon as she saw him, but you stayed low. You held yourself just high enough that your line of sight and elbows cleared the concrete barrier and aimed for the Widow.
You shot the energy beam at her and hit her square in the chest. The blast was strong enough to send her flying back, likely knocking the air from her chest. It would take her a minute to recover from that.
“Я возьму ее. Ты его находишь.” You told the Winter Soldier as you hopped up to the top of the concrete and tucked your gun into its holster.  (I’ll take her. You find him.)
“Что случилось с моим руководством?” He replied flatly and grabbed at your wrist. (What happened to following my lead?)
“А, ну…” You began, turning to face him. “Думаю, ей будет весело, как в Одессе.” You winked before stepping backwards. (Ah, well… I think she’ll be fun, just like in Odessa.)
You spun quickly and landed light on your feet on the ground. You heard a heavy crash beside you and when you looked, he had landed on a car roof and collapsed it.
“Was that necessary?” You teased with an eye roll. “I taught you better than that.”
He waved you off and nodded for you to go ahead. 
“We go together.” He said simply. 
You went to where you saw the Widow hit the ground but she was gone. You let out a huff of annoyance and gripped your stun gun once again. You moved carefully, listening for steps or bumps into vehicles or the click of a gun. He tapped your arm to get your attention and pointed in the direction of a voice. 
He knelt down and you stayed standing, your back to him so you could watch for any surprises. He rolled one of the compact explosives you designed in the direction of the voice. Once it went off, she came from your direction.
She kicked your gun out of your hand and grabbed the back of your neck. She threw herself around and climbed up your shoulders. She kept one knee bent behind your shoulders, the other hooked around your arm. She used a wire in an attempt to choke you, but you managed to get your forearm underneath it in time.
You backed up until you came in contact with a car to brace your back. You reached up and gripped her jacket sleeve. You threw yourself forward through a hard tumble but let go of her sleeve once you felt her leg unhook from your arm. She went flying into the next car while you came up in a crouch. You looked up to see a small disc coming to his metal arm, releasing an electrical current that disabled his arm.
You reacted after only a second’s hesitation and moved to pull the disc off. A small shock went through your glove as you crushed the device before you tossed the disc aside. He stared at the ground for a moment, as if in shock of what just happened. He shook it off after a moment and rotated his arm quickly before nodding to you that he was good before you could ask. You both grabbed your guns again and went after the Widow.
As she ran through the crowd, she warned as many of them as she could. He fired a shot through her shoulder and she had to duck behind a car. He climbed on a trunk to end it when Steve came barreling in. You pulled the barrel of his gun towards where Steve was coming from to change his attention and save the Widow.
You fired your stun gun at Steve, causing a falter in his step but not enough to stop him since he had his shield up. You fired again before you spun out of Steve’s way just in time for the Winter Soldier to throw a solid punch that Steve blocked with his shield. The Winter Soldier pushed the shield to the side and landed a hard front kick that sent Steve flying back. He fired off more rounds, using two additional guns.
“Enough with the guns!” You complained loudly, shoving your own weapon back into its holster. Though he didn’t look at you, you knew he heard you and was likely annoyed by your comment. You glanced back to where the Widow had hid but you couldn’t see her anymore.
The two began going hand to hand, him catching the shield and flipping Steve over. You moved in then, meeting Steve with a swift hook kick. The shield was taken out of Steve’s hands so you used that opening to your advantage. While the Winter Soldier had the shield and used it against Steve, you kept applying pressure.
You connected with a quick combo of body shots, ducking Steve’s sloppy swings. You caught one of Steve’s punches and twisted his arm outward. You drove your elbow down into his arm and then back against his jaw. You dropped so the Winter Soldier could land a solid jab to his chest.
You reached up for Steve’s shirt and pulled him down while you rolled to your back, getting your feet between your bodies. You extended your legs hard and released his shirt to send him flying into the side of a car while you continued your momentum through a backwards tumble.
Steve ran back in quickly and he was met with his own shield being thrown at him. He had no choice but to dodge and let it be wedged in the back of a van. You pulled a knife from the holster at the front of your leg and ran back to meet Steve. You were behind the Winter Soldier so when he heard your feet coming, he ducked and allowed you to roll over his back for a long attempted slash while he pulled a blade of his own.
You both alternated between swipes and stabs at Steve, who could only attempt to dodge and block your quick attacks. There was a point where you and the Winter Soldier were almost crossed up so you both tossed your blades over the other’s arm and switched so you wouldn’t lose momentum. You were impressed by the small trick, considering you two had never practiced anything like that.
There was a small opening for Steve while you pulled your arm back that he landed a sharp jab to your nose. Even with your mask, you felt it crack. It wasn’t long before the blood began to leak to your mouth and the sharp contact brought a few tears welling in your eyes. The cheap shot served as a slight distraction and the Winter Soldier was sent flying by one of Steve’s kicks.
Steve came in quick with a knee that connected and forced James back against a truck. He blocked Steve’s next punch and you inserted yourself back into the action. You came up from behind and kicked out the back of Steve’s knee. Once he dropped to a kneel, you put your hands on your shoulders to brace yourself as you jumped up to hook your legs around his neck.
You twisted your body around and threw yourself back. Once the motion was started, you released your legs and braced yourself to hit the ground. But you didn’t. You were caught by your partner while Steve was sent rolling away.
“This is fun.” You told him as he set you back on your feet. “We��re doing great.”
He rolled his eyes in what you assumed was amusement before getting back into the fight. Steve went straight for the Winter Soldier and the two traded blows for a minute until Steve caught him by the arm and flipped him to his back. You quickly grabbed the second knife from your holster and flung it so it would zip right by Steve’s head as a distraction. It gave your partner enough time to get up and grab Steve by the throat and throw him over the car.
You both moved over the car and attempted to land a devastating blow, but Steve was able to roll out of the way so all that resulted was a divot in the asphalt. He got to his feet quickly and you moved in before the Winter Soldier could. You threw shots at each other that the other seemed to counter easily and all it did was make you more annoyed. You brought your knee up into his stomach and once he doubled over, you followed with the same knee to his chin. You had to spin quickly out of the way to allow your partner to move in, knife in hand.
He connected a solid front kick before attempting to use the knife. Steve barely caught it in time and redirected the blade into the van he was pinned against. Steve moved down the side of the van and straight into the right hook you had waiting for him. He grabbed his shield and smacked you with it before moving back into his fight with James.
After a quick minute, he was able to flip him over his shoulder and the move caused his mask to come off. You froze for a minute, anxious to see what would happen. You had no idea what to expect. All you could do was move from the ground to your partner's side. When he turned to face Steve, the blond instantly straightened in disbelief.
“Bucky?” Steve asked wildly. “What did you do to him?” He accused you.
“That hurts my feelings.” You answered easily. “I’ve been good to him, Captain.”
“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asked quickly before he pulled a gun. You weren’t sure if you were relieved with that reaction or disappointed.
You heard a sudden whoosh and pulled him to the ground, narrowly missing Steve’s new friend. When you both stood, he looked back at Steve with confusion plain on his face before he raised his gun again. He realized the Widow before you did so this time, he was the one to pull you to the ground while used his metal arm to block any debris that came from the Widow’s shot at you with one of the discarded explosive launchers.
“We have to go.” You told him quickly as you heard the sirens. “The STRIKE team will take it from here.”
With one hesitant look back, he nodded in agreement and let you take his hand. You threw your hood back on and ran before the smoke could clear. You paused when you were a good distance away to turn back and see what happened. Steve, the Widow, and the new guy were taken into custody. There was a moment where it seemed like it would be an execution instead of an arrest, and you knew you couldn’t let that slide, but Rumlow stopped that before it got too far. So you turned your attention back on your escape and began running once again. You didn’t have time to wait.
You and James made your way to the underground lockup where you were told to go after the mission. You were examined by the doctors and cleared to resume whatever action you were needed for next. You watched their bustle and fuss around James. You stayed close by and remained silent while they worked to repair his arm. Your eyes travelled along the seam of the arm, where it met his chest. You looked at the scar and tried to remember if it had always been so prominent. It almost looked like he had been cawing at it at some point. You stepped closer for a better look when you felt an unpleasant but familiar tingle in your nose. As a kid, you would get nosebleeds due to the dry air so you knew what it felt like when the leftover blood and the slimy clot was ready to go.
“Can I get a tissue?” You asked instead of mentioning the scar, reaching one hand to the sensors in your mask. 
You were handed a tissue without anyone lifting their head to see you. You rolled your eyes as you took it, thinking that they could at least pretend to care.
You turned your back to everyone and repositioned your hood before removing your mask. You blew your nose forcefully to get the remaining blood and clot out of your nostril. You heard the gate open as you were folding the tissue to trash it. Without realizing your mask wasn’t on, you turned to see Pierce and Rumlow entering.
You tossed the tissue in the trash and dropped your eyes to replace your mask. However, you couldn’t hide your face before James saw. You caught his expression change from your peripherals and felt your stomach sink as you fit the metal to its usual position.
He knew.
He had to. All those times of your truth being at the edge of his thoughts, knocking on the door for him to answer. It was always just out of reach but now that he saw the entirety of your face… It was impossible for you to disregard. You had given yourself away.
“You good over there, Nightmare?” Rumlow asked as your eyes lingered on James while you saw he was processing your face. He was trying to figure out who you really were. You shook your focus quickly and turned to face Rumlow. You dropped your hood as you answered.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You nodded. “The Captain got me in the face with the shield so I was checking for anything broken.”
“Ain’t that what the mask is for?” Rumlow scoffed.
“Not quite but it’s not like any of you listen to me anyway.” You mumbled
Pierce waved for everyone to drop their guns as he got deeper into the room. You moved closer to James, your hands folded neatly behind your back while you watched Pierce carefully.
“Mission report.” Pierce asked. Neither of you gave a response, but you could tell he wasn’t asking you. You put a hand on James’ shoulder gently but got no response. “Mission report now.”
“Sitwell is dealt with.” You spoke up as he moved closer. He leaned forward in front of James and didn’t acknowledge your words. “STRIKE intercepted the Captain, the Widow, and their new friend. The Widow left with a gunshot wound to the-“
Your words were cut off as Pierce connected a quick backhand to your partner’s face. You acted without a thought, grabbing his wrist and twisting it outward. You slammed your foot to his knee and connected a right hook of your own. You heard the guns click and glanced up to see every barrel pointing at you. You had to quickly calculate the risk and you decided you were going to flesh the instance out. How long exactly would they let you go until they try to stop you? And how ruthless would they actually be?
“Let him go, Nightmare.” Rumlow instructed. You lifted your head and saw his pistol aimed at you. You quirked a brow in challenge and twisted Pierce’s arm out further, causing him to groan in pain. “Let him go!” He yelled.
“How pathetic.” You mocked and wrapped the fingers of your free hand around his throat, squeezing slightly. “For us to work for a man who can’t even defend himself.. My partner and I can bring the god of war to his knees and when there’s hell to pay, they’re cursing our names. Yet we are at the mercy of Alexander Pierce… Go ahead and pull the trigger, Rumlow.” You urged with a challenging twitch of your brow. “He’d be dead before you got the shot off.”
“She’s right.” Pierce tried and clawed at the hand you had around his throat. “Put the guns down.”
Once the guns were lowered, you leaned forward to whisper in Pierce’s ear. “You touch him again and I will kill you. I don’t care who’s around.” You threatened lowly before pushing him away. 
“You all should know by now.” You announced as you moved to take your place besides James again, holding your head high. “You treat us both with respect, or I won’t hesitate to put you on your ass in front of everyone. Or else you’ll regret doing the Devil dirty. And there is nothing I do better than revenge.” 
“The man on the bridge.” James spoke up gently. “Who was he?”
“You met him earlier this week on another assignment.” Pierce answered simply.
“It’s more than that.” You mumbled.
“I knew him.” James mumbled. “And I know you.” He turned his head to you.
“Yeah..” You nodded sadly. “You know me.”
“Your work together has been a gift to mankind.” Pierce tried to redirect the conversation away from his memories, and you wanted to punch him again but you decided not to tempt Rumlow’s trigger happy fingers. So you stood by your partner and let him talk. “You’ve shaped the century. And we need you two to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos so tomorrow morning, we have to give it a push.”
“You can’t seriously believe that.” You laughed.
You had reached a tipping point of your own. You had gone through a lot and did everything HYDRA had asked of you for decades. But you had enough. You couldn’t sit there and follow orders anymore. You were tired of the lies, of the blood you had to spill. You were tired of being on your own because of what you had done.
It felt like mania, like you had finally snapped. It was terrifying but also freeing. You hadn’t stopped to think of what could happen to you, what Pierce or Rumlow could do. Would they put you through the same torture they put James through? Would they find a way to make James kill you, something slow and agonizing? Or would they do it themselves?
Pierce didn’t have the stomach for it and Rumlow favored brute force. If anything, you thought they’d tie your hands behind your back and let the STRIKE team beat the hell out of you. They’d beat you within an inch of your life and find a way to get the Winter Soldier to finish it. Maybe if they mangled your face beyond recognition, he wouldn’t know it was you. Maybe they could turn him against you if they were desperate enough.
“Choose your next words carefully, Nightmare.” Pierce warned.
“Or what?” You challenged, taking a few steps to put yourself between Pierce and James. “We’re so fucking mean and elitist. Your proposal is insane! God, I fell for all the flamethrowers and the tech, the circuit boards and rocket ships. If only you could be what you pretend you are.”
“That’s enough!” Pierce exclaimed.
You were met with a sharp backhand, but it didn’t stop your mouth. Your words were already spilling out. Nothing could stop you now. You heard the rustling behind you but you used a hand behind your back to tell him to wait. If you could draw the brunt of his wrath, maybe James could get out of it unscathed. It wasn’t his fault you had enough.
“You forgot I fight back.” You said with a tilt of your head before you landed a hard right hook. “You should know that I can take a beating. I do this all the time.”
One of the nearby STRIKE members slammed the butt of his rifle against your jaw and your stance faltered. You quickly gathered your wits and kicked out at his chest, sending him flying into the wall behind him.
“My position was earned by blood so I might deserve your fate or worse.” You admitted with a nod as you surveyed the rest of the men in the room. “As someone guilty of the game, if any girl on earth should get to make a call about this, it’s me. And as I see it, you’re a dick.”
“Enough!” He shouted again over you.
“You think you can tear humanity apart with the same machines that should’ve been a brand new start!” You yelled, voice breaking. “So fuck your rockets and your tricks. This entire operation is pathetic!”
“And yet here you are.” He said simply. “Hiding behind a mask, behind a persona you created so you didn’t have to own up to what you’ve done.”
“I know what I’ve done.” You said carefully, backing away to your original position. “And I’ve tried to make up for it in whatever ways I can.”
“You need to do your part so I can do mine.” He said firmly. “So HYDRA can give the world the freedom it deserves.”
“And yet we have none.” You scoffed. “Our hands are the bloodiest and yet we get the least freedom!”
“But I knew him.” James said again. You placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. He looked up at you with a sad smile as his hand reached across for yours without thinking of the consequences. He was relieved that you were there for him, there to support him and not dismiss him.
“Prep him.” Pierce said suddenly as he stood to leave.
“You can’t.” You replied in terror, gripping his hand tightly. “He’s been out of cryo too long… The man you get out may not be someone you can control. The effects could be devastating… I won’t let you do that to him.”
“Then wipe him and start over.” He looked you dead in the eyes. “And I want her to press the button.”
“I won’t do that either.” You said softly. “I won’t. I don’t care what you do to me anymore. I’m done hurting him.”
“Like I said…” He said simply, spreading his arms in a grand gesture. “I can use him-“ He pointed to James. “-to get to you.” He pointed to you. 
Pierce looked over to Rumlow, who hesitated for a moment before nodding. A small sigh seemed to leave him before he turned his attention to you.
“Solo. Perfeccionado.” He said carefully. You instantly felt the pressure building in your head but you fought it. You fought to keep control of your mind but you couldn’t combat the chemical imbalance for long. “Trece. Sombras.”
You cried out in pain as the pressure grew. Your stomach twisted to the point you wanted to vomit. You could barely breathe under your mask but you refused to remove it. Your knees shook and begged to collapse but you forced yourself to stand, to try and fight it. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of unmasking Nightmare.
“Please stop.” You begged as you pressed your hands to your ears in a pathetic attempt to block the words. “Please!”
“Enigma. Dos. Servicial. Aventurera.” Rumlow continued. You were nearly lost, kicked to the backseat while Nightmare was the new driver. “Uno. Pesadilla.”
You let out one more cry, your hands holding either side of your head. You stared at the ground as the tears welled in your eyes. Then suddenly, it was gone.
You lifted your head as the tears fell, the last thing Y/N had to offer the scene.
“Welcome back, Nightmare.” Pierce smiled deviously.
“Good to be back.” You said confidently, flicking the tears away in annoyance. How pathetic to cry in front of everyone. “What’s the assignment?”
“Tomorrow morning, HYDRA will give the world the freedom it deserves.” He explained again. “You two will have a part to play in that, if you’re willing.”
Your hands were folded behind your back as your head was high as Pierce spoke to you. You kept your attention forward, so you didn’t see the Winter Soldier looking at you. There was a sadness in his eyes, one you would’ve attributed to your mentality switch. He recognized there were two different versions of Nightmare, one more deadly than the other. One with less restraint than the other. But he had never seen the switch happen. He definitely preferred the other version.
“Of course, Sir.” You nodded eagerly. “And until then?”
“Wipe him and start over.” He pointed to your partner.
Without a word, you turned and held a hand out for the mouth guard. With the other hand, you pushed on his chest to make him lean back in his chair.
“I know you.” He said quietly before you put the guard between his teeth. As you moved to place the mouth guard between his teeth, you caught an angry, almost spiteful, expression on your partner’s face. It was as if he was trying to get through to her, to Y/N, even though he didn’t really know her. And he was angry that he didn’t.
“Of course you do.” You nodded. It almost gave him hope. “I’m your partner.”
You moved away and went to the computer screen, first pressing the button to trigger the arm restraints. You then hit the button to begin the process. Once the machine began to whir, your feet were taking you out of the room. It was if your body wanted to run before you heard him scream, but Pierce caught you by your arm.
“I think you should stay for this.” He said, turning you around so you saw what was happening.
There were no words you could say. His screams echoed through the yellow room and you had to turn away. You closed your eyes in regret and flinched from his cries of pain, remembering the way he screamed as he fell from the train all those years ago. You normally didn’t care who cried out and what pain you caused people. Nightmare wasn’t supposed to care. But for some reason that escaped you at that moment, you didn’t want to hear his cries. Maybe it was something leftover from Y/N.
“This is sick.” You whispered to yourself in a horrifying realization.
There was a sharp pain in your head, but you did your best to ignore it. You couldn’t show anything to Pierce or Rumlow. They’d only make it worse for you. You could feel your systems trying to correct the switch, trying to rebalance your head to center Y/N at the controls. But Y/N would only get killed if she showed up now so you forced her back.
“What was that?” Pierce asked.
“Should do the trick.” You replied tensely. “I’ve never seen it done before… I don’t think I like how it sounds. How he sounds…”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t think I will.”
“Tomorrow morning.” He patted your back. “Both of you.”
“Yessir.”
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stuckylibrary · 2 years
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Anonymous 1 asked:
Lost a fic a while ago :( Bucky was sent to kill Steve/get info from him & they meet at a gala or event. Bucky gives Steve a bj outside & they develop a relationship (but Bucky just needs info) Bucky realizes that hydra/shield are heavily controlling Steve, making his life as boring as possible. Bucky is still the soldier, but also an agent. They also jog in the rain & then do the do on the Brooklyn bridge I think? Hydra comes after them while on a secret vacay, later reveal Bucky is the soldier
Anonymous 2 asked:
i'm having a bit of trouble finding this fic i read a while back. i remember it had bucky comparing steve to an arrow shirt ad and they fall off a bike? i''m pretty sure there are some time skips as well and they eventually get together? sorry this is such a limb thank you so so much for your help!!
Anonymous 3 asked:
hi i’m looking for this fic where steve and bucky are married and they have a son in his teens, and it’s in the future. steve and bucky have relationship problems and bucky doesn’t have a good relationship with their son, and i think at one point divorce is brought up? i read it ages ago and i can’t remember much aside from that
Anonymous 4 asked:
i cant for the life of me find this fic but it's a winter soldier trial focused one, and when on the stand steve admits to being in love w bucky? and one of the lines i remember is "we are not here to prosecute captain rogers for something he didn't do 70 years ago" bc the opposing lawyer started asking some rlly asshole-ish questions abt morality and shit? uhhh help
Anonymous 5 asked:
hi! i need help finding a fic? it was a modern au and i think it might have been a small town? and i think that sarah died in the fic and bucky went over to comfort steve. it’s like The Firing Line but sarah instead of joseph? ring any bells? thank you!
Anonymous 6 asked:
i lost a fic where steve was dating tony but they broke up and then he met bucky? i don’t remember too much about it tbh but i remember he talked to nat and wanda and there was moving going on and something with a moving truck
Anonymous 7 asked:
Hi, I'm looking for this fic, but I might be mixing up two different ones- it was a WS recovery fic, where Bucky's hesitant to make contact with Steve but Steve is persistent. Bucky goes on runs and eventually lets Steve join, and Bucky gets to choose the route and instead of asking if Steve's ready to start, Bucky just starts running and assumes Steve will follow? Thanks!!
Anonymous 8 asked:
hii I'm trying to find a fic but all i can remember about it is that it's skinny! steve and there's a scene where stucky and the howling commandos swim in a freezing lake and steve has an asthma attack and bucky gets super worried. do you know of any like that?
Anonymous 9 asked:
hi guys! please can you help me find a specific fic? it was shrinkyclinks and bucky was like the attendent/janitor/handyman of the building that steve lived in. it specifically mentioned bucky in levi jeans and at one point steve pretended that he'd seen a mouse so that bucky would go up to his apartment. thanks guys x
Anonymous 10 asked:
Hello! I’m looking for a fic where Steve finds Bucky in a cabin I believe, and they start taking/arguing and there is one part where while they are talking Bucky gets mad and he shoves Steve against a wall because “all the fight in Steve has left him” and Steve pushes back and yells and Bucky says there is the Steve he remembers? That’s the most I can remember 😅
Anonymous 11 asked:
Gosh this is gonna be so annoying bc I'm sure I found it here the first time but, I'm looking for a fix in which Steve re programs the ws? And Bucky and Steve r together and ws thinks Steve's hot too?? Help??
Anonymous 12 asked:
hi! i'm looking for a soulmate fic where bucky is really excited to meet his soulmate & really loves the idea of it, but steve, his soulmate, doesn't like the idea & is against it all so when they first meet, bucky agrees to just be friends with steve. steve dates peggy on & off & whenever they fight, he always goes to bucky & they've fucked a few times, & when they do it's really good because they're soulmates & have that bond, but steve doesn't realise that that's why it feels so good?
snowpaw1611 asked:
Hello, could you please help me find a fanfiction? Steve loses his phone or got it stolen. I can't remember much of it, but I remember Steve released some kind of public statement about it, because of the text records between him and bucky, which included dick pics and also just consoling Bucky after he has a nightmare. At the end of it, Tony made a new chat program that automatically deletes the messages after some time. Thank you very much, I hope you can help me find it!!
unjovialhackingsatan asked:
I'm looking for a fic I read recently but cannot find again, it was on Ao3. Bucky had been found, and in recovery, he had been writing in a journal a lot, and when he and Steve finally came back together as a couple, there was a line in his diary that said something along the lines of "get well for steve". He had been writing a list of goals, and that was the top of the list. I am dying to read this fic again!! please help.
Anonymous 13 asked:
I’m so sorry to bother but I’ve tried to find this fix and I can’t it’s a pre war fic where Bucky wants to find out how far Steve can go without being touched I’m sorry if it’s vague but it’s all I remember
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spideyspeaches · 3 years
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Gorgeous ↬ b.b
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A/N: Props to @thefallenbibliophilequote​ for getting me into bucky XD (fic lowkey based on Taylor Swift’s Gorgeous.)
Warnings: smut :) very smut and nudity.
MINORS DNI
WC: 2.5k+
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Parker & Reader (Platonic)
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“Do you think he has a girlfriend?” You asked, sipping at the fairly bitter beer in your hand. Looking over your shoulder, you sighed, slumping on the counter of the bar you were in.  
You had been dragged along with your neighbour- Peter Parker, also known as the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, to a club right after an Avengers mission. You were no avenger, just a run in the mill overworked and underpaid preschool teacher. 
It had become customary for you to tag along with him to bars with the other Avengers, after you had discovered about his spidery abilities. You had always been close to him, he was your brother in everything but blood. You were after all, his bonafide babysitter/best friend. 
The others in his team had accepted you with open arms, a weird bond forming between you and them, accepting you as more than "Peter's hot neighbour" and more like a part of their team. 
One particular person seemed to have caught your eye. 
Cranking your neck to see his slumped figure, you smirked at his back, eyes tracing his broad shoulders and newly buzz cut hair. You hadn’t talked to him much, but from when you had, you found him to be very sweet. He was shy, rarely spoke and always in his own shell, cheeks rosy pink whenever you conversed. So different from what the media portrayed him as that you found it utterly confusing that such a man could be brainwashed and used as a murder machine. 
Your heart ached for him, for how misunderstood he was among the antis. You just wanted to hug the man and give him one big forehead smooch. But, oh were you brought back to reality with a hit that you couldn’t really do that without looking creepy.
"Who? Bucky?" Peter smirked, interrupting you from looking at him. Your willed your heart to stop racing and plummeting in your stomach. 
“I thought his name was James?” You said, tilting your head in confusion. From what you had read in a source, his name was James Buchanan Barnes-
“Yeah but Steve calls him Bucky, so everyone does too.”
“Oh, Bucky. Has a nice ring to it.” You nodded, ignoring his smug expression, “answer my question though. I’m not gonna hit on him if he already has a girlfriend. Wouldn’t be surprised if he did.” You grumbled the next part, trying to ignore the flare of jealousy you felt in your chest.
Peter had made it very apparent to you that he was fully aware of your humongous crush on the winter soldier. And that little shit never let go of it, even when you weren't anywhere near the vicinity of said winter soldier. 
"Why do you think I would know?" He scoffed, going back to sipping his own bottle of beer. Scowling at him, you opened your mouth, inhaling sharply. 
"I don't know, cause you practically live there?" You shrugged, trying to feign indifference. You knew he looked right through it, if his shit eating grin and flushed cheeks were anything if not confirmation. 
"Bold of you to assume he even talks to me. And anyway, he hates my guts, him and Sam always prank me, it's practically a routine." He said, rolling his eyes, swirling his bottle lazily, "why do you want to know that anyway?" 
"You know why." You hissed. Turning around, your breath hitched when you saw him staring at You, wondering if he was just staring at your general direction and if you were going to embarrass yourself by waving at him. 
Apparently he was looking at you, because you swore saw a tiny wave coming at your direction, a small smile playing on his face. 
“And what if he did?”
“What is it to you, kiddo?”
"You both disgust me. Bucky with his constant questions about you and you with your constant questions about him" Peter muttered sarcastically. Ignoring him, you sighed dreaming, slumping on the barstool, "don't you already have a boyfriend anyway?" 
“And what about him?” You grumbled, rolling your eyes at the mention of him. He was hardly a boyfriend, more of a fling, an excuse to stop the pain of being single (you were dramatic, you knew). You were over him, broken up not long ago, but Peter didn’t need to know that. You wouldn’t want Peter siccing himself at your worst enemies.
“What I know is that he’s one son of a bitch who doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near you. Why are you dating him again?” Peter said, snapping you out of your daze.
“Do you kiss your girlfriend’s pussy with that mouth?” You scowled, huffing pettily.
“I’m sorry, who’s girlfriend’s what?” Tony said, appearing out of thin air, his mouth hung as he gaped at you and Peter. You snickered at Peter’s flushed and stuttering form, counting that as one win tonight. 
“My girlfriend’s lips. Y/N’s stuttering cause she’s too busy staring at Bucky.” Peter said, fixing you with a look, his head tilted adorably, jaw clenched like the way it did when he was done with your bullshit.
“Hey I’m not staring at him! He’s just so gorgeous- look at him!” You giggled, watching him stumble from his stool, the alcohol in your veins making you braver than before. You had endured more than one round of teasing from the team about your very obvious crush on one Bucky Barnes, yet you went on with your babbling.
“Yeah yeah, you’ve said what what- oh a million times before!” Peter shrieked, hands up in the air, nearly dropping his bottle. Snatching his bottle, you drowned the remaining liquid, dropping it on the counter with a scow, “are you even old enough to drink?”
“Hey! Let me tell you, I’m turning twenty one in a week, or did you forget?” He said, ignoring Tony, who was shaking his head and grumbling something about being too old for this shit.
“Of course I didn’t forget kiddo.” You said, smiling sadly at him, ruffling his messy brown hair. Ever since you met him, you always loved playing with his hair. They were fluffy, just like your cat’s, “Who allowed you to grow up so fast?” 
“Y/n/n! I’m only four years younger than you!”
“Ugh don’t remind me.” It still iffed you to no end that the boy who was once nine years younger than you was now 4 years younger, nevermind that he was mature much beyond his age. Mind briefly averted from one Winter Soldier, you didn’t notice him sit down next to you, startled when he called for you. You didn’t even notice Peter giving you a look before Tony dragged him somewhere.
“Hey, you’re Y/n right? Peter’s-” He started, your brain short circuiting when you saw his piercing blue eyes- the most beautiful shade of blue you had ever seen, staring at you, a small smirk playing on his stubbled jaw. You gulped internally, clearing your throat and sitting straight.
“Neighbour? Yes that’s me.” You nodded enthusiastically, smiling as much as you could without cringing at your ecstatic behaviour. 
“I know.”
“Cool.” 
Shuffling in your seat, you opened your mouth to speak, only for him to speak before both of you were interrupted by your laughter. Getting yourself together, you gestured for him to talk, “go ahead.”
“So, should I buy you a drink?”
“Only if you let me buy you one.” 
And that’s how it started. One drink turned to another, and next thing you knew you were kissing him, his hands in your hair, the cold of his metal arm placed firmly on your bare waist as he bunched your t-shirt up in a fist.
For a moment you weren’t aware of your surroundings, the only thing you could feel was his t-shirt fisted in your hands, his freezing palm causing an eruption of goosebumps on your skin as the cold air of the room hit you full force. Panting, you scrambled for the door, holding his hands in the darkened room as you followed him blindly.
Crashing your lips to his once again, you moan under your breath, chest hitching as you scrambled for your shirt and bra, pulling it over your head as you watched him do the same, smirking at the very apparent bulge on his blue jeans. 
“Do you have a condom? You panted, tracing his biceps with your nails as you pulled him so that you were chest to chest, your nipples hardening as your bare chests made contact. You could feel your pussy throbbing, groaning at your already growing lady boner, the place between your thighs slick with wetness.
“In my pocket.” He answered, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around him, throwing you on the bed with questionable stains. You moaned as he dropped his weight on you, his hands burning flames on your skin as he traced patterns on your bare arms, kissing you with a vigor. 
Your hands reached for his jeans pocket, fumbling to find the packet of condom while he traced his lips on your neck, nibbling at the curve of your shoulder, making you shudder with excitement.
“Are you sure you-”
“Yes. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
“Whatever you say doll.” 
Your stomach coiled when he called you that, groaning in pleasure as he roughed you up with his hands, his jeans sliding off, leaving his bare thighs barely visible to your eye. His eyes were somehow still illuminated in the dark room, leaving you even more wet than before. You never knew his eyes could turn you on so much that he made you come even before he could slide inside you.
Thrusting your hips, you watched impatiently as he slid the condom on his hardened dick, asking you for permission once more before sliding into you, his hips thumping with yours as he gradually increased his pace, hitting your spot.
“You’re so beautiful, so pretty under me. Perfect little wet pussy you got there doll.” He whispered, closing his eyes as you continued to run your fingers through his hair, holding onto his back with one of your hands, nails digging into his flesh, unable to form any words.
“I’m close.” You moaned, rolling your hips with his as he continued to move, panting, one hand on the headboard and the other on your boobs, keeping you firmly planted on the shitty pub mattress as he kneaded the soft skin, the brush of his fingers on your pebbled nipple your last straw as you finally gave into your climax.
“You good?” He asked, his dick still inside you as you came all over him. Sliding out, you lay on the dirty sheets, your bare body shivering with the excessive hormones that took over you, realising that you had just fucked James Buchanan Barnes. 
“Yeah, I’m good, Great. Amazing. Wow I can’t believe this happened.” You said, holding the thin sheet up to your chest as you saw him in the dim lights. His chest was glistening with sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead as you saw him discard the condom in a bin. Biting your lip, you tried not to stare at his bare ass, clenching your thighs. 
He gave you a friendly smirk when he caught you, thankful for the dark room, for you couldn’t stand him looking at your burning cheeks. 
“You know you can look right?” He smiled, holding your cheek in his cold palm, your own palms sweating as he straddled you, his frame encompassing yours as he towered over you, your thighs already pulsing, begging for a round two as-
“Oh, oh jesus you have nice fingers.” You giggled as he inserted his two fingers in your pulsing core, jerking your hips as he navigated through your slick folds. 
“It’s actually Bucky, but Jesus would do too.” He said, silencing you with another kiss. He gave a throaty growl as you kissed him harder, slicking back his hair with one hand, scratching at his scalp with your nails. Smirking under the kiss, you continued to do so until he increased his pace, your throbbing core giving in to the stimuli.
It was somehow easy for you to forget that the man you barely knew had made you come twice in the same night.
“Do you- do you want to go out sometime? Preferably without that Parker kid trailing behind you like a puppy?” Bucky huffed, ceasing his movement to look at you, your mouth open, wiping the smudged lipstick with a finger. 
“Aw he has good intentions.” You smiled, licking your lips teasingly as he rolled his eyes, “admit it he’s a good kid.”
“Are you really talking about Parker while I’m fingering you?”
“What? Ew. No, just, he thinks you hate him.” You giggled, shifting on the sheets a little to release your straining pelvis from cramping. 
“I don’t hate him, he’s a good kid, but he’s also a little shit at times.” He said, a fond look in his eyes. Your heart clenched at his expression, slowly pulling out of his grasp as you flopped on the bed, turning and looking at him. 
“He do be like that sometimes. But to answer your question, yes I would love to go on a date with you.” You smiled, burying your nose in his neck, not even caring that some drunk people might walk in on you two. No one had so far, so you didn’t really care.
To say that you were whipped would be an understatement. You started visiting the compound more often, came to movie nights, spent more time with everyone (especially him). 
“No!” You laughed, giggling as he picked you up bridal style, “Bucky! Jeez put me down right this instant or I’ll stick fridge magnets on you!”
You were instantly dropped on your feet, sighing when you felt his arms circle your waist, pulling your back to his chest. The tower was empty, everyone going back to their respective workplaces. It was only the two of you. You could hear him hum under his breath.
“Fridge magnet? Are they those sticky things that stick on fridges?”
“Yes Bucky, that’s exactly what they are. I thought they existed in the 20s?” You scoffed, turning around, falling on his firm chest. Circling your hands around his waist, you pondered at how close you had gotten with him in just a few days. Heck, every time you visited, it felt like you were just growing closer, until you felt your relationship tying in a tight knot. With a snap, you realised that your life might as well be in ruins was he not yours at this moment. 
“Only rich people had them.”
Maybe you were going overboard with your feelings, maybe you were rushing things, but you didn’t mind. Getting close to people wasn’t always your strongest suit, but with this man, you didn’t mind having silent conversations. Until you could feel his fingers on every inch of your being. 
With your heart thudding in your chest, you realised that you could spend your entire life tightening the knot of your heart with his, listen to him breathe as you laid by his bedside, play silly games with him. You were in love with this man.
“What are you thinking about?” He smiled, still swaying in your embrace.
“Nothing much.”
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A/N: the ending is a little questionable but lemme know what you think! Requests are open! :)
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