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[delicatebarness]

i cant read your mind | chapter two

Summary: After hearing the news, you go to confront Sam. However, you end up on your first mission since the return of Thanos.

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier spoilers throughout.

Word Count: 1584

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A/N: Two chapters in one night. I did plan for this chapter to cover the whole of episode two of FATWS however, I also don't like the chapters being too long so here's the first half.

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Your heart pounded in your chest as you scrambled for the remote, turning up the volume. On the screen, a man clad in red, white, and blue filled the screen as he stood tall, winking at the camera. The new Captain America. 

Racing with questions, your mind couldn’t stop. How could they replace Steve like that? And who the fuck even was this new Captain America? Was he even worthy of carrying the shield?

Frustration and anger boiled your blood, mixing with the hurt from Bucky’s appearance the day before. The world felt like it was spinning out of control, and tears began to trickle down your cheeks. 

Taking a deep breath, you wiped away the tears and forced yourself to focus. With determination, you got up and made your way to find Sam.

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“You had no right to give up the shield, Sam.” you listened to Bucky and Sam talk about the situation as they made their way closer to you. Not yet noticing your presence. 

“Hey. This is what you’re not gonna do.” an amused smile tugged at the corners of your lips as Sam began to tell Bucky straight, “You’re not gonna come here in your overextended life and tell me about my rights. It’s over Bucky.”  

Applause echoed through the room, drawing the attention of Sam and Bucky. Bucky’s gaze locked with yours, while Sam’s eyes rolled.

“You too?” Sam’s voice filled with annoyance as he addressed you. Your smile remained as you stepped forward. 

“How could I resist this party?” you quipped, voice laced with amusement. “Sam, you know I respect your decision,” you sent him a sincere smile as his expression softened at your words. He was grateful for your support, now and back in Washington. “But, we need to fix this.” 

“I have bigger things to deal with now,” Sam exclaimed, taking both you and Bucky by surprise. “What could be bigger than this?” Bucky asked, his disbelief was evident. 

You listened to Sam and Bucky go back and forth about the group called the Flag Smashers and The Big Three. You were on Bucky’s side about the wizards, but you knew agreeing with Sam would rile him up.

As the conversation carried on, you felt a sense of urgency. Without a second thought, you began walking toward the waiting jet. “Where do you think you’re going?” Bucky called out to you, his tone mixed with frustration and concern.

As you reach the jet, you turn to face Bucky, “I’m going with Sam,” you stated firmly, meeting his gaze. Bucky’s gaze hardened as both he and Sam walked towards you, you heard them bickering between each other but resulted in rolling your eyes as you boarded. 

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The flight to Germany was quiet for the most part, there was an occasional interruption from the rumble of the jet’s engine. You found yourself consistently checking your phone for texts from your date, and stealing glances between Sam and Bucky. They had been engrossed in a silent staring contest for most of the flight. Their unspoken tension filled the cabin. 

“Is that your boyfriend?” Bucky’s snarky remark cut the tension, his annoyance evident as he observed your constant glances down to your phone.  

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. “Jealous, Barnes?” you teased. He rolled his eyes at your response. You tucked your phone away, ready to turn your attention to the mission. 

As the journey to Germany continued, Bucky and Sam returned to their staring contest, only breaking again when Sam got up to pick his comm up. Bucky followed his lead and you followed Bucky’s. And, within an instant, they returned to their arguing: This time about a plan. 

“Where’s the chute?” Bucky asked, resulting in finding out you were too low for them. He looked back at you with concern, he knew he could survive the jump, but you wouldn’t. You knew you couldn’t afford to waste time, it was too risky to attempt jumping with Bucky. 

“I’ll catch up with you from the ground,” you reassured the super soldier, his concern was palpable as he looked back at you. His eyes betrayed him as they filled with worry. 

He nodded, reaching his Vibranium hand to your cheek and running his fingers down your neck. A shiver was sent down your spine, you missed the cool feeling of his left hand. “Be careful, baby,” he whispered in your ear before turning to prepare for the jump. You watched him as you allowed yourself a moment to apprehend the feeling of being called ‘Baby’ by him again. 

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Stepping out onto the solid ground, you felt the urge of determination course through you. You heard over the comms that Sam and Bucky wasted no time, they immediately sprung into action. Immediately, you began searching for a car you could use to catch up to them. Your mind focused solely on reaching them, you wasted nothing rushing towards a car you knew would be fast enough. Using your government identity to secure it, you thanked the salesman and wasted no time roaring the engine and speeding off in the direction of Sam and Bucky. 

As you sped toward their location, Sam updated you on the tracking information for Redwing over the comms. “Shit!” Bucky’s exclaim echoed through the small earpiece, you pressed down harder on the gas pedal, determined to reach them. 

Finally reaching their location, you witnessed Sam swiftly grabbing Bucky from under the truck, and soaring with him into a nearby field. Meanwhile, you continued to trail behind the truck, your eyes widening in surprise as you noticed the new Captain America engaged in a fight on top of it. 

“Those are Super Soldier, kid, get out of there.” Bucky’s voice was urgent as it crackled through the comms, his concern for you still evident as he warned you of the danger. 

Your voice was laced with determination as you responded, “Don’t call me ‘kid’.” You prepared to face the Super Soldier head-on. As you prepared mentally, you didn’t see the new Captain America about to collide with the car. The impact was catastrophic, causing you to lose control of the vehicle and tumble off the road and into the woodland area by the field. 

Before you could register what had happened, new Cap and his friend had vanished. Sam and Bucky were by your side in an instant. “I told you to be careful,” Bucky reminded you as he gently pulled you from the wreckage, steadying you.

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As Sam and Bucky conversed between themselves, you found comfort in intertwining your fingers with Bucky’s, his silent gesture of support. A chill swept over you, causing your body to tremble. 

Coming to a halt, Bucky crouched down to meet your gaze as concern plastered over his face. “You okay?” he asked, noting the shallow and rapid rise and fall of your breathing. You nodded, feeling the chill of shock settling. 

Bucky swiftly removed his jacket and draped it over you. Despite the absence of his left sleeve, the jacket still provided warmth and comfort. 

After walking for a while longer, the sound of a horn honking beside you caught the attention of the three of you. You looked up, meeting the gaze of the new Captain America. John Walker, Sam had explained to you previously. Despite his efforts to engage in conversation, you followed Sam and Bucky’s lead, choosing to ignore them. 

However, it didn’t take long for Walker to provoke a reaction out of Bucky, unknowingly circling back to the topic of wizards. This led to Bucky defending the Captain America title, causing a rise now out of Walker. After realizing that Bucky was unfazed, Walker shifted his approach, acknowledging the state you were currently in. 

“Look, it’s 20 miles to the airport. You guys need a ride.” Walker offered, and he tried to convey a sense of goodwill despite the unlying tension. Your eyes pleaded with Bucky as he glanced down at you. Walker might not have been your choice of Captain America but the idea of sitting down sounded appealing. 

Bucky assisted you into the car with a sigh. You couldn’t but grimace inwardly as you locked glances with Walker the moment he shot you the same wink you had seen earlier on television. The one moment you wouldn’t have protested Bucky throwing a punch for someone looking at you, and he misses it. 

You nestled your head against Bucky’s shoulder as they discussed the issue of The Flag Smashers. With each glance from Walker toward you, Bucky's body tensed beneath you, prompting an episode of the infamous Bucky stare-off. 

“Does he always just stare like that?” Walker asked Sam, a smile tugged at your lips at the thought of Bucky’s intense stare making Walker so uncomfortable, he needed reassurance. “You get used to it,” Sam huffed in response. The conversation resumed as they spoke about the government and what they were trying to do to help after The Blip. 

“Battlestar?” Bucky exclaimed, a sense of annoyance mixed with amusement in his voice. “Stop the car!” He commanded the driver. The car came to a halt and Bucky wasted no time to exit leaving Walker shouting back toward him. “Come on, Y/N!” Bucky’s voice boomed a clear demand for you to follow him.

For a moment you debated if you should follow your ex-situationship or simply stay in the car and avoid walking the rest of the way to the airport.

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Backdrop: You and Bucky live in the same apartment complex but haven't spoken more than a few words. One night, Bucky decides to change that. Pairing: James 'Bucky' Barnes x fem!reader. Warnings: mentions of bucky’s ptsd and my subpar writing. A's notes: this is just based on the scene pictured above from the first episode of fatws. excuse spelling and any other mistakes throughout this one-shot. this has been sitting in my drafts for ages. Word count: 2.7k

James kept to himself whenever he came into the bar you worked at. The two of you always exchanged kind glances at each other. They were no different than the ones you shared in the hallway of the apartment building you both lived in. He was a man of few words and after he came in a few times, you knew his drink order. He had a select variety which would indicate the type of day he's had or his mood. You never asked about his life and you two only ever said a few sentences to each other. He wanted to talk to you, he truly did but his words always got stuck in his throat. You were so pretty and innocent; he didn't want to taint that with his overly-complicated existence.

"James, is there anyone you've talked to other than me this week?" his therapist asks him, readying the pad and pen if he lied to her face again. There was a pause. He thought back to you and all the mental images he kept of you the past seven days. Last night, he nursed some cheap beer and watched you work; talking to some of the regulars at the bar, asking about the home life of some you had grown close to, smiling and laughing at whatever funny joke was told to you. He was completely enamored with you but he was too chicken to say anything more than his drink order and 'thank you'.

"James? I asked you a question. Do you talk to anyone once you step foot outside my office?" She pressed.

"Yes," he quietly answered. "there's a woman…she works at a bar near my apartment." the corners of his lips tugging ever so slightly upwards. The look of shock on her face pulling them higher. "She lives a couple doors down from me." James quickly added before she wrote in her notepad.

"I'm not lying." he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I know, I'm just making a note of it for next time." she deadpanned, internally relishing that he was making some progress with another human being.

"Do you two talk when you're at the bar?"

"She's working so I don't say much." he answers with a sigh.

"And when you see her at the apartment? Do you say anything at all?" she pressed on him again.

"We say hi or nod at each other." he stoically answers causing her to set aside her pad and lean forward in her seat.

"James, you need to nurture friendships. I'm not forcing you to date this woman but make an effort in talking with her. I think it would be good for you," her words were sincere. "Do you even know her name?"

"Y/N." there was that smile again.

He came right on time as always. Your heart always beat a little faster when you saw him. There was something about him that made you feel safe even though you didn't speak. You could tell he was a private man. You enjoyed your small interactions with him. Although brief, you could tell he was a good man. He'd probably been through a lot and suffered a lot of loss from what you figured. He looked to be in a good mood so you brought him his usual domestic beer with a smile. He nodded with a smile in return and proceeded to take a swig.

Your shift went by quick. Before you knew it, midnight had come. It had been a quiet but decent shift. You organized your tips to stuff into your front pocket.

"Mind if I walk you home?" he asked from his stool, finishing off his seventh bottle. You nearly jumped two feet at hearing his voice. He had practiced those six words in his head for the last two hours, hoping his voice wouldn't come off shaky.

Once you slowed your heart rate, your lips tugged into a smile and gave a small nod to him. The small response was enough to make his heart leap. He stood and walked to the door, holding it open for you to exit first.

It was a pleasant surprise for both of you to be in this setting; walking down the bustling street to your apartment complex. He mainly kept his hands in his pocket aside from the brief moment where he tugged at your arm to prevent you from clashing with a man who was looking down at his phone and clearly not paying attention to his surroundings. As quickly as it happened, his hand was back in his pocket. The walk was silent but comfortable. You had questions and obviously wanted to know more about him but you didn’t want to push him to talk if he wasn’t ready to open up. A part of you knew that he wasn’t one to be forthcoming with information he wasn’t comfortable sharing.

Before you knew it, you two were in the building and walking down the hallway to your respective doors. You turned around to thank him but at the last second, you grew bold and so you got on your toes to plant a soft peck on his cheek. It caught both of you off guard and you wanted to run away but you stayed in your spot; waiting for some reaction from him. The blood began rushing to his face. It had been decades since James had any physical contact with a woman.

“Goodnight, James and thank you for walking me home.” you softly spoke but before you could turn away to head to your door, his hand took hold of yours.

“You can call me Bucky,” he spoke, looking down at the floor before making eye contact with you, a small smile piercing through his usual stoic expression.

You gave his hand a light squeeze and tried to contain the goofy smile attempting to shine through, nodding and walking backwards to your door as you spun your keys on your ring finger.

“Shall we do this again tomorrow night, Bucky?”  you smirked as you reached your door. His smile grew and he nodded.

With that, something new and wonderful blossomed.

As weeks passed, the two of you continued this little routine of him walking you home from work. He started talking with you more, especially when he noticed a particular man making you uncomfortable. He’d find some way to take your mind off it and keep you occupied or shoot the man a death glare that you prayed you’d never be on the receiving end of. You learned that he was a little lonely since coming back from the Snap. He’d recently lost his childhood best friend and from what you deciphered from your conversations, his family had been long gone. It hurt you to hear him speak of those he lost. You didn’t press and always listened. He liked that you didn’t bother him for details or press him to tell you more. He enjoyed that you gave him the time and space to tell you things about himself when he was ready.

When walking back to the apartment, you would hold his arm and he didn’t seem to mind. He liked having you close even if he didn’t verbally communicate that to you. He grew more bold as time passed. He’d attempt flirting with you such as complimenting your smile or using a corny pick up line that he’d hope you’d like. After a few weeks, he would walk you to your door and hug you goodnight. After a month, he started planting small kisses on your head when giving you those hugs. That’s when you learned he was a military man. He wore his dog tags under his shirt. Given the height difference, you could feel them against your cheek underneath the fabric. You didn’t ask about his time in the military as you figured that was a conversation for down the road. You often kissed him on the cheek or gave his hands a squeeze as a thank you. You were going to sleep happy and hopeful that one day you two could go on an actual date and see each other in a different setting.

You truly got to know Bucky one particular night. Being that you worked at a bar, there was a television for background noise and to give some of the guys something to stare at when there was a game or big event happening. It was on the night that the government had announced it’s new Captain America. It was the main topic of most conversations at the bar that night. To you, it didn’t feel right. You had heard about Falcon having the shield passed down to him personally by Steve Rogers himself but donating it to the Captain America exhibit about a month ago. When you watched the announcement, your heart fell into your stomach. It didn’t sit right in your gut and frankly, it angered a part of you. You respected the legacy the man left behind. If the Captain chose to pass it down to the Falcon, shouldn’t he be the one donning the shield? With that announcement being the big news of the day, it altered the energy of your shift.

Bucky came in at his usual time. You could tell he had seen the news and that he was tremendously bothered by it. In the time you got to spend with Bucky, you knew when he was faking his smile at you. His smiles were genuine when they reached his eyes and as corny as it sounds, they would somewhat twinkle when he was happy. In his greeting to you, you saw none of that. You didn’t press and proceeded to change the channel to a soccer game to shift the mood and conversations of the bar. Bucky didn’t say much to you during your shift but you could tell when his eyes were on you. He had a habit of using you as his focal point as a way to ground him when he was at the bar on nights when it would get rowdy or if he picked up on a certain conversation that bothered him. It was a way for him to drown all of it out. You didn’t interact as even you could feel from across the bar that he wasn’t in the jaunty, talking mood.

Your shift went by as usual and you were cleaning up your station and gathering your tips for the night when one of the regulars started making small talk with you. They usually did when you were closing out your shift. They asked you about the news of the Captain America and what your honest opinion was of it.

“Should’ve stayed in the museum or stayed with the Falcon.” you casually spoke as you counted the bills in your hand. “I don’t have a good feeling about this new Cap, if I’m being honest. He hasn’t saved the world, never fought with the Avengers and I don’t remember Captain America having a gun so safe to say I won’t be buying his lunchbox.” emitting a dry chuckle with a shrug, giving them a pat goodbye as you made your way to Bucky.

Your walk home was mostly silent. He asked you about your day and that was the extent of your conversation with him. You held on to his arm as usual all the way to your apartment door.

“Did you mean what you said at the bar about…” he trailed off as his eyes met yours. He looked frustrated. He must’ve taken the news pretty hard you figured and only nodded to support your statements at the bar.

He suddenly pulled you into him and held you close. You could feel him slightly trembling. It worried you so you wrapped your arms around him and stayed in that position for what seemed like minutes. He kissed your head as always and when he finally pulled away, you could see pure sadness in his eyes.

“Bucky…talk to me” you softly pleaded. It was the first time you asked him to open up on your terms, not his. You were worried and concerned. Everything that night told you something was off about the man before you. He wasn’t the Bucky you had come to adore and possibly love. He stayed silent for a moment like he was thinking over how to respond to you.

“Tomorrow morning, breakfast? You’ve had a busy night and we can talk in the daylight for once.” he flashed you sheepish smile. You eyed him for a few seconds and understood that it was his way of saying ‘I’ll open up to you tomorrow’.

“Sounds good to me, Bucky. Plus, I can finally see your face under natural sunlight instead of fluorescent street lights.” You nodded with a soft chuckle, easing his anxiety that you wouldn’t take his offer. You grabbed hold of his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “See you here at 9 tomorrow.” you grabbed your keys and went into your apartment with a sigh; hopeful that some sleep was all he needed to ease his mind before your morning date.

You were peacefully sleeping until noise from Bucky’s apartment pierced your walls. It was four in the morning. You thought nothing of it until the noise continued and grew louder. You quickly put on a hoodie, grabbed your pocket knife and ran over next door. You knocked on his door loudly, asking if everything was alright. The yells didn’t stop and when your hand grabbed the knob to jiggle it to make some noise, you realized it was unlocked. You hesitated for a split second before barging in.

Upon entering, you see Bucky on the ground over a blanket in front of his television. You looked around for any possible intruders before rushing to him. You froze at the sight of his left arm. You didn’t have much time to process the new revelation as Bucky was sweating profusely and clearly having a nightmare. Your instinct was to wake him but a part of you told you not to. You had heard somewhere from a customer who had a friend with PTSD tell you vehemently to never wake someone during an episode. You pulled away and shakily took a seat in the loveseat next to him, putting the pillow between him and the chair so he wouldn’t hurt himself if he moved around. You observed the makeshift bed made up of just a couple of blankets and a pillow on the floor. It pained you realizing that you really didn’t know Bucky. You calmed yourself down and adjusted yourself on the loveseat, hoping the episode would pass.

A few minutes went by and you realized he wasn’t yelling anymore. You relaxed a bit and drifted off to a slumber, not registering that you were still in his apartment. About twenty minutes later, Bucky shot up, panting and covered in a thick layer of sweat. His heavy breathing woke you and you quickly moved to the floor to assess him, your face coming into view being a surprise to him.

“How…how you’d get in here, Y/N?” you tried not to stare too much at his arm.

“Y-your door was unlocked when I came t-to check on you,” you stumbled over your words, “I heard you yelling…was worried there was an intruder o-or something.” you kept your eyes on his and hoped he wouldn’t notice you stuttering so much due to shock and worry.

He rubbed his vibranium hand over his face. When his eyes met your again, he saw that you were staring at his arm. You looked scared and when you noticed him looking at you, in a blink you were back to worrying about him.

“Are you okay?” you asked with so much worry in your tone it made Bucky worry about you more.

“Y/N…you-”

“Did someone do this to you?” you cut him off as your hand reached toward his arm. It was cold unlike the rest of his body that was covered in sweat.

His biggest fear was having you reject him because of his past and physicality but the more he stared at you, the more he realized that you weren’t scared of him, you were scared for him. Bucky never wanted you to find out this way but he knew he had to come clean to you about himself sooner or later. He was just hoping it would be later rather than sooner.

“I think now would be a good time for a coffee…”

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[angstysebfan]

The One Where He Needs To Choose

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

AU: Modern

Summary: You and Bucky have been best friends since you were kids. You were so close that both your previous relationships ended out of your partners jealousy. But when Bucky meets someone and takes a big step, and ultimatum is made. For the first time Bucky finds it difficult to choose.

A/N: So I came up with this story based off of an episode of Friends. I’m sure if you know Friends you will figure out which one eventually. It’s not a replica of the episode, but based on the subject. Hope you enjoy!

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Natasha looks down the long table at her birthday dinner. A mix of her and her boyfriend’s friends to celebrate her. She smiles as she watches everyone mingle with each other and get a long. She looks next to her at her boyfriend of 2 years, Bucky with a mix of love and disappointment. Bucky hasn’t paid that much attention to her, his attention was once again on you. His best friend.

You and Bucky met when you were 6 years old. You moved next door to the Barnes family and quickly developed a strong connection with the oldest son, James, who preferred to be called Bucky. Even when you were in high school, and Bucky was the popular jock, you the band geek, he would walk around the halls with his arm around your shoulders, much to his various girlfriends dismay.

Through college you both stayed as close. Having sleepovers constantly, cuddlefests, and just spending as much time as possible. You both went through various relationships, and they all ended because your significant others were jealous of your friendship. Until Natasha.

Bucky met Natasha at work. You knew he developed a crush on the gorgeous red head and after some time finally got the guts to ask her out. They went on a few dates before you finally met her. You liked her immediately and felt that she and Bucky were good together. The thought made you happy, sad, and jealous at the same time. You were confused about your thoughts, but focused on Bucky’s happiness.

Throughout the 2 year relationship your relationship with Natasha changed. She became slightly colder towards you, and would go out of her way to keep Bucky busy so he couldn’t hang out with you as much. Though once a month your whole group of friends would get together for dinner, which turned out to be one of the few times you would see him. It made you sad because Bucky was the most important person in your life, but was oblivious to Natasha’s schemes.

Sitting at Natasha’s birthday dinner, Bucky made sure to have you on one side of him so he could finally spend some time with you. He felt bad he has been so busy with Natasha that he has neglected you. Half the time he doesn’t even know how his schedule gets so busy. He tries to see you at least for lunch, but even that has gotten hard with work getting crazy. 

He feels bad that he is essentially ignoring Natasha, but you and he have so much to catch up on. He has some news for you, and he hopes you will be excited for him. He wants to tell you before anyone else, but how to do that in a restaurant with so many people around is hard. 

Before he gets a chance, Natasha stands, “He guys. Thank you all so much for coming out to celebrate my birthday. Seeing my friends get along so well with Bucky’s makes me so happy and excited for my announcement!” she says.

Bucky pales as he looks at you. You furrow your brow in wonder about the announcement. Bucky shakes his head and stands up, whispering in Natasha’s ear, “Babe, I thought we were going to wait.”

Natasha laughs and says loudly for everyone to hear, “It’s my birthday and I want all these amazing people to know that as a birthday gift, the love of my life proposed to me!”

Everyone gasps in a mix of excitement, surprise, and happiness for the couple. You however sit there stunned to silence. You look up at your best friend who is pulled into a kiss by his now fiance. You can’t help the drop in your stomach as you replay the words Natasha just said. You look around to all your friends, who have smiles on their faces, but concerned looks when their eyes meet yours. 

You clear your throat, stand up slowly and put on a fake smile. You don’t quite understand what you are feeling at this moment. You should be happy your best friend found the woman he wants to marry. But you find yourself feeling.... heartbroken? Jealous? Angry he didn’t tell you? You’re not quite sure, but you keep smiling as Bucky turns to you and give you a hug.

“I wanted to tell you first, doll. I swear,” he whispers in your ear. 

You pull back and quickly shake your head, not able to speak. Bucky has a look of guilt, but you turn to look away to spot Wanda. When she looks at you, you cock your head to the side to ask her to follow you. She nods and you both walk off toward the bathroom. Bucky watches you and wants to go and check on you, but Natasha is holding his arm for dear life. You both seem to miss the smirk on Natasha’s lips as you walk away.

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When you walk into the bathroom with Wanda, you go right into the stall and allow a few tears to fall. Wanda stands outside the door silently, letting you have a moment. She knows how upset you have been since Bucky stopped spending time with you. She has been in the group long enough, curtesy of Sam, to know how close you and Bucky are, or were. She always felt there was something more between you, but neither of you ever confirmed her suspicions.  

“Y/N, honey, did you know?” she asked after awhile of listening to you sniffling. 

You open the stall, wiping the last of your tears away and shake your head. “I had no idea he was even thinking of proposing to her. He has barely even texted me in weeks. It’s like I lost my best friend. Who knows what will happen once they get married. What if I lose him, Wan?” you ask as more tears flood your eyes.

Wanda hugged you tightly, “Bucky would never let that happen, Y/N/N. You know your his number 1,” she said. 

You scoff, “Not anymore Wanda. I mean he doesn’t even seem to notice that she has been keeping him away from me.”

Before Wanda can reply, Bucky opens the door to the bathroom and takes in your red eyes. He looks at Wanda who gives him a sad look. 

“Wanda, can I talk to Y/N/N for a moment?” he asks. 

Wanda nods, gives your arm a squeeze and heads out to the table. When the door closes, Bucky walks up to you and pulls your into a bone crushing hug. 

“I’m so fucking sorry, doll. You have every right to be mad at me. I-I didn’t know she was going to tell everyone tonight. I wanted to sit you down and tell you myself. I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me,” he says against the top of your head. 

You allow yourself to enjoy the feeling of being in his arms, the smell of his cologne and the sound of his heartbeat for a moment before pulling away. “It’s ok, Buck. I mean I didn’t know you were even thinking about it, but if this makes you happy, then I’m... I’m happy for you,” you say. You realized that was the hardest sentence you’ve had to say. Also you know it’s a total lie, but not sure why it’s a lie.

Bucky smiles at you, “Y/N/N, your my best friend in the entire world. I want you to stand beside me when I get married. Please be my best wo-man?” he asks with hope in his eyes.

“Bucky,” you whisper in shock. “What about Steve and Sam? Shouldn’t you want one of them to be your best man?” you ask.

He shakes his head, “You know you are the most important person in the entire world to me, right?” he asks.

“You can’t say that anymore, Bucky. You’re getting married! She is supposed to be the most important,” you scold.

“You both are equally important to my life,” he says as he grabs your hands. 

You feel butterflies in your stomach as you feel his thumbs rub the top of your hands. “Please, Y/N. Be there for me?” he asks again.

You swallow the lump in your throat and fight the tears that want to form before nodding at him, “Of course I’ll be there for you, Buck. Always,” you say.

He pulls you into another bone crushing hug, “Thank you, doll! Love you, always,” he says as he kisses the top of your head and turns to leave.

Once he leaves the bathroom, you lean against the wall and slide down to the floor. You allow the tears to fall again. What were you going to do now?

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Part 2

Ok, so I think this will be a short series, but not sure on how many parts. There will be some time jumps from chapter to chapter, but I really hope you all enjoy this! Hopefully it won’t take too long to write! Feedback is appreciated!

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Hi Mexi!

From That Show please!!!

WIP Game

Ooh, I love this one. I need to get back to it. Maybe I'll make it my holiday fic of the year 😆 It's basically an AU where Sam and Bucky both used to star in the same sitcom. Bucky retired from acting years before Sam due to an injury that took his arm. Sam recently retired from acting after a long run on the sitcom because he wanted to help his sister run the family business. They meet again when Sam returns home after years apart and rekindle flames that were cut short when Bucky left LA.

Here's an excerpt:

BEFORE

“Hey. Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Sam blinked. The man looked like he was growing out his hair. His stubble looked new. He was… he was going to be the musician neighbor, right?

“Did I see you during the auditions?” asked Sam as he shook the man’s hand.

There was a roughness to those hands that felt more than just some practice on an acoustic guitar. There was something more to this. Something much more than just the audition.

“Yeah, but – I feel like I’ve seen you around before,” said the man, and Sam was about to shut whatever bullshit this man was going to say down but then the man lit up and blurted, “Wilson Family Seafood! I worked on your boat every summer during high school. You were in my sister’s grade – Becca Barnes.”

Sam gaped.

“Bucky Barnes?” asked Sam, a little stunned.

Sam remembered him vaguely. Bucky had been older by a few years. A little intimidating despite his kind nature and goofy disposition. Maybe it was because he was a little older. Maybe it was because Bucky always seemed to be walking around shirtless on the boat during the hot Delacroix summers.

“Didn’t your sister blow up one of the chemistry classrooms?” added Sam.

Bucky laughed.

“She got a few chemicals mixed up,” said Bucky like he had to tell this to a million people, “Also, it didn’t blow up. She just… gently singed the room.”

Sam couldn’t help but grin, giggled a bit.

“Gently singed, eh?” said Sam.

“Okay, maybe a little more than singed, but nobody got hurt,” said Bucky, “You got the big role, right?”

“Anthony? Yeah. I’m Anthony,” said Sam.

Sam couldn’t help but let some of the giddiness show. Not for this. How could he? This was his first big break. The lead in a sitcom. He had moved out to Los Angeles eight months ago, and now he had landed a gig on a show. As the lead, no less.

“You deserved it. I heard a little bit of your audition and it was…” Bucky said before they both realized they were still holding each other’s hand…

Bucky gently let go.

“You’re probably too good for this show, Sam,” Bucky said.

Was that a bit of blush coloring Bucky's cheeks?

Sam shrugged.

“I’m pretty new to all of this,” said Sam, a little self-conscious, “Maybe I’ll do something else, but I don’t know. I like this show. The pilot’s smarter than it seems. I’m really impressed with some of the more subtle jokes.”

“You’re right. The double talk in the teaser was really what made me excited about the pilot script,” said Bucky, “I love how all of the jokes built up throughout the episode. It makes the button at the end hilarious.”

Bucky smiled at Sam. Big and soft and kind. Bucky stood there for a while, just staring. At Sam. Sam raised an eyebrow.

“What?” asked Sam, feeling his own cheeks heat up.

“Sorry, it’s just – I’ve been out here for over a year, and it’s… it’s a lot different out here,” said Bucky, “It’s nice to have a familiar face around.”

Sam understood the feeling.

“No,” said Sam, “I get it. It’s… It’s nice to see you too.”

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hey hun could you write something fluffy w dad!bucky and his minions kids??

Uh duh.

"It's not my turn." I whisper, reaching over to smack Bucky's chest, a loud groan leaving him at the sound of our crying infant in the other room, the baby not quite old enough to get up and whack one of us awake so of course her default is screaming.

"She's probably okay, maybe she just can't sleep." Bucky mutters into his pillow, his eyes barely cracking open in the dark room. I just huff with a small shrug, tugging the blanket further up onto my shoulders. "Fine." He huffs, leaning over to give me a small kiss on the forehead, a small smile stretching across my lips.

I listen to the door open and close, Bucky's feet padding down the hallway and away from our room. My eyes tune into the small fan in the corner of our room along with the sound of the crickets and frogs outside.

Just before my eyes can close and I can slip off into another episode of peaceful sleep, a small knock on the door startles me. I let out a small sigh at the meek 'momma' that sounds out throughout the room.

"I'm coming baby." I call out, slipping out of bed with creaky bones. I wrap a robe around myself as I step up to the door, pulling it open to see our four year old standing there in his blue footies, looking up at me with big pouty eyes.

"I want milk." He whispers, swaying back and forth on his heels as I chuckle under my breath, sweeping him off of his feet and into my arms. He tucks his face into the crook of my neck as I bounce him gently the best I can, watching as Bucky steps out of the nursery with his babygirl in his arms, whispering quiet nothings to her.

"He wants milk?" Bucky asks with a laugh and I nod, shushing him quietly before looking down at the sleeping infant in his arms. He sends me a wink before nodding me down the stairs. "Let's go."

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[themculibrary]

Flashbacks Masterlist

Abstraction (ao3) - EliotRosewater T, 112k

Summary: Bucky Barnes wasn't the only thing from the past that had been resurrected.

A dire situation (ao3) - Miss_Dreamer T, 9k

Summary: When Wanda got captured by Agatha in episode 8, you thought you'd seen the entire story.

You were wrong.

The darker, more intimate moments were blocked from ever airing on television. The transcripts describing these moments were left behind after the hex collapsed, collecting dust on a desk in Agatha's basement. After careful extraction and consideration, they were posted here. Enjoy.

Again and Again (ao3) - laruangoso T, 3k

Summary: The first time Peter had ever held a gun in his hands was at the tender age of nine- six months and three days after being assaulted by Skip Westcott. And five years later, Uncle Ben was killed by the one thing that made Peter feel safe.

It's funny how the world worked like that.

Now, he's sixteen and the Avengers want him to learn how to use a gun. They just didn't know that he already knew how to use one.

Can’t Help the Way I Melt Around You (ao3) - adoctoraday, RiotFalling, WhiteIronWolf (adoctoraday) tony/bucky E, 46k

Summary: Tony and Bucky both know there's no straight path when healing from trauma, but it can be an easier path to walk when you've got someone to rely on, to trust in, to care for.

Everything (ao3) - alittlemystery hope/scott G, 1k

Summary: Post battle thoughts and feelings. A what happened immediately after the battle in Endgame fic.

Scott stumbles across the battlefield, ears ringing but for the first time in hours he can hear himself think. A figure catches the corner of his eye and he’s running. His feet are slipping on rocks and debris, barely keeping himself upright until he’s barrelling into her.

Feel The Current Within (I Can’t Help But Give In) (ao3) - egg_thief sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: “Winter Soldier. Attack.”

And his mind goes blank. He tucks aside the last bits of his consciousness, allows himself to slip away into the blissful nothingness once again. It’s been so long, and yet it still welcomes him with a warm embrace.

He greets the silence like an old friend. And his body gets to work.

——

a one shot based during episode 3, following bucky as he’s forced to slip back into his role of winter soldier, and a bit of what happens after.

from pieces of you (ao3) - justanotherblond steve/bucky, sam/natasha T, 27k

Summary: “Hey Buck,” Steve said, barely glancing up from his sketch to give Bucky a smile, “Welcome home.”

Bucky cleared his throat and spoke without thinking, “Good to be back.”

Stop. Rewind. Think.

His heal was raised, halted mid step. He blinked a few times, eyebrow furrowed, and looked around the apartment. He only realized he knew what this place was when it dawned on him that he shouldn’t. *** Bucky only starts to remembers after he dreams of Steve, but if those dreams are as scrambled as his brain, how much is he really remembering?

It Must Have Been Love (ao3) - mightstill steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Steve decided he didn’t want to keep putting off the conversation that needed to happen between them. If Bucky didn’t want to be with him, he needed to know. Steve just couldn’t stand the holding pattern between them anymore.

Then Steve remembered so many times throughout their lives when words weren’t necessary. A touch, a kiss, a hug, a look, they could communicate rather effectively without a sound. So Steve decided to take a leap of faith.

Steve needs to make a decision, so he talks it out with Bucky. Plus flashback/memory interludes.

Layin' Down the Pipe (ao3) - Symone_Nicole sam/everyone E, 10k

Summary: Natasha always thought Sam Wilson looked familiar when she first met him, but she couldn't place it. Until one day she figured it out and she decided to share with everyone to relieve the awkward tensions. What's the worst that can happen?

Masking the Face and Feeling (ao3) - Jointache_heartache M, 4k

Summary: "I almost forgot. One last thing," Zemo reached into a small compartment by his seat and pulled out a thin, curved piece of carbon fiber. Bucky's tongue went numb.

It was the mask.

Non-Volatile Memory (ao3) - patches365 wanda/vision M, 292k

Summary: Vision has been restored physically and mentally, but not emotionally. SWORD's tampering has left him nothing but a sentient computer with no personal attachment to the data stored within him. Wishing to make himself whole again, he seeks out Wakanda's premier scientist to help him emotionally reconnect with his memories, and thus with Wanda.

Object (Im)permanence (ao3) - anythingbutplatonic steve/bucky T, 561

Summary: In the two years that Steve spent searching for Bucky, he saw him everywhere, while simultaneously finding him nowhere.

of all the places i could be (ao3) - archers_and_spies clint/natasha, kate/america G, 26k

Summary: “Clint,” she says. “Oh, my God.”

Natasha. Natasha. Because clearly, this is a dream and whatever Kate did was not enough to wake him up properly.

But it sure does look like her, God damn it—her eyes are the same shade of unwavering sea green even in the shadows, the silver chain on her neck is the one he’d bought her two months after her recruitment, and her hair is darker from the rain but still unmistakably red. And she’s soaked from head to toe, trembling like a dead leaf in the wind, clinging onto its branch the same way Clint clung onto her wrist on the cliffside.

Always bound to fall off, in the end.

(or: they’ll find each other; in the next life, in the next universe. that’s just what they do.)

somewhere in a hidden memory (ao3) - luminis_infinite steve/bucky G, 4k

Summary: 'Somewhere in a hidden memory, images float before my eyes...'

Steve tries to keep his eyes on the little figure weaving in and out of foot traffic. But, there are limits to even his capabilities, and the city buzzes tonight. The boy vanishes from sight, and so Steve turns back, despite the niggle of perturbation deep in his brain. Something just doesn’t seem right.

He spins on his heel, unashamed to be caught going the wrong way, until another flash of yellow-gold grabs him. It’s on the other side of the street now, only just visible in the throngs.

Steve’s breath catches in his throat when he realizes the boy isn’t alone. The first one, he’s all bird bones and bright hair, but the other one’s taller, stalkier, all chestnut curls and bruiser ambling. They’re hand-in-hand tonight, in their shorts and long socks and suspenders, whispering to each other. The first one stops, as if he can feel Steve’s glance even across the busy street, and when their eyes lock, it’s like baring his soul.

Sticks and Stones (ao3) - UnicornOfTheSun T, 4k

Summary: America has always been good at hiding her pain. She insists everything is okay because why wouldn’t it be? They won. They survived.

Stephen notices anyway.

Or having her magic drained affects America more than she lets on and they deal with the consequences. One step at a time.

(Two-shot)

The Arrowheads (ao3) - SierraWood G, 1k

Summary: Clint remembers Tony while building new trick arrows with Kate

The Space In Between (ao3) - taralkariel bucky/natasha N/R, 21k

Summary: In an undisclosed location in Russia, there is a school that trains young women to be deadly assassins. When one of their first missions fails, the asset known as the Winter Soldier is brought in to train them. The girls all benefit from his influence, but none more than Natalia Romanova. (WinterWidow, alternating narrators)

The Wolf (ao3) - Lapwing_Em T, 9k

Summary: While searching an old Hydra base, Sam and Bucky come across another of Hydra's victims. The encounter reopens old wounds, and leaves fresh ones both physical and mental.

Time is Relative, Distance is Not (ao3) - Writerforthem steve/tony, bucky/natasha, clint/phil M, 107k

Summary: An alien planet.

“Land that ship.” Tony’s voice is haggard. “You hear me? Don’t crash it. Land it. We’ll see you soon. Okay? In a few days. We’re landing our own suffering ship before it fails us and we’ll stay where we are and make repairs, okay? Find us there and we’ll go home. Promise me, Steve.”

A pair of crash landings.

“Love you, Tony.”

And the journey home.

It was happening again. The one thing he wished would never happen again. Flashes of ice and snow try to overwhelm him, hands gripping the controls hard enough that he can feel the material crack under his strength. Sound seems to filter out, leaving him in thick silence that clogs his ears and vision. Ice comes up to surround-

you don’t have to go home (there’s a long way to go) (ao3) - gwenoakley T, 8k

Summary: And Peter smiles, breathes deeply, and lets his head rest on Tony’s shoulder, taking this all in. The night terror still lingers behind his eyes, but they’re gone, and his hair is washed, and he smells like cocoa butter, and he’s wearing clean clothes, and he’s about to get bubble tea, and Tony is here.

--

Or: Peter is haunted by something in his past. Tony helps him find his way back.

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[platonic-tuna]

Finished TFAWS I think two days ago...

Watching Sam face his struggles from alot of directions throughout the show (his family situation, the captain America situation, trying to talk it out with karli and isiah, his relationship with bucky, his heart going out for sharon, etc...) head on with a positive outlook that it's gonna work out (even if some hadn't or were a struggle to get through) I just -

Respect, man.

Watching the early episodes makes me wanna give him a hug, but at the same time I was cheering him on the things he would do.

Bro managed to smile through all that 🥺

I'm glad he has a whole community as his support system shown in the end too. So glad I got to see this show, inspired me to stop being negative all the time. Seek help. Help others. Uh... Knowing a person is worth something despite the mishmash of problems they're going through.

It's a work in progress.

So proud of Anthony Mackie for bringing the character to life :D Not to mention cute, hot, and hilarious hehe 🥰 Can't wait to see more of his story in the upcoming movie and the other projects he's working on!

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[whumpypepsigal]

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EP 5 *SPOILERS*

episode 5 has it all.

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epic action showdown

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an important, emotional conversation

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bucky visiting sam’s hometown + family and genuinely looking happy and comfortable (LOOK AT— SAM’S SMILE. BUCKY’S GENUINE SMILE.) someone save my melting heart

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mr. bucky shamelessly flirting with sarah, with her brother sitting RIGHT THERE lmao

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happy bucky being himself and helping sam out.

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the good-hearted sam with the tough love talk that bucky needed. they love each other so much. yeah, i would die for these two. DIE!

“It doesn’t matter what steve thought. You gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are.” 😭

— THIS EPISODE HAS THE BEST MOMENTS. LOVED IT SO MUCH. ONLY ONE MORE EPISODE LEFT AHHHHHHHH

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[delicatebarness]

i cant read your mind | chapter five

Summary: The Return of The Winter Soldier?

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier spoilers throughout. Zemo. Reader has anxiety and doesn't trust men.

Word Count: 1308

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A/N: I will get through this episode, even if it kills me. 2/? of episode 3.

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As the car approached Madripoor, you nervously bounced your leg in the backseat, and you found yourself picking at the skin on your fingers. The bright lights, booming music, and the smell overwhelmed your senses, leaving you to feel uneasy. Just as your anxiety threatened to consume you, Bucky’s hand landed gently on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze, instantly soothing your nerves. 

Feeling Bucky’s reassurance, you turned to him and offered a grateful smile. His presence acted as a grounding force amidst the Madripoor chaos. As the car continued its journey through the streets, you felt a renewed sense of determination, ready to face whatever awaited. 

Arriving at the club, Sam seamlessly slips into his character, Smiling Tiger. He placed his hand on your lower back as he skillfully navigated you through the bustling crowd. As you moved, you couldn’t help but sense the curious stares directed at Bucky. The whispers of “Is that The Winter Soldier?” come from different areas of the space. But, you also felt the weight of their attention on yourself. 

Suddenly feeling self-conscious in the revealing dress, you attempt to discreetly pull down the hem trying to cover more of yourself. However, your efforts failed as the fabric refused to cooperate, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. 

“Hey,” Sam attempted to grab your attention as he noticed your fidgeting. “It’ll be okay,” he reassured you, his voice gentle. 

In the back of your mind, you knew the truth: you were one of the world’s top secret agents, as well as an Avenger, surrounded by a fellow Avenger who is a trusted friend and ex-Winter Solder. You took comfort in the belief that Bucky still cared enough to ensure your safety. 

~

Emerging from the restroom, you adjusted your dress once more before returning to find Sam, Bucky, and Zemo. You expected to return to Sam’s arm encircling your waist yet you were instead seized by a sudden dread. 

You observed with a mix of fear and recognition as the Winter Soldier once again overshadowed Bucky’s mind. Sam and Zemo remained passive which only added to your concern. Though you knew this was part of the plan, it felt all too authentic and it unsettled you.

With your protective instinct for Bucky, you began to move closer to him, determined to snap him out of it. Memories flooded your mind of nights you’d calm him down after a nightmare, reassuring him that, that isn’t who he is. Now, all seemingly in vain. 

As you approached, he sensed your presence. He knew he was still performing and knew if you tried to bring him back then your cover would be blown. He caught the genuine worry etched on your face, striking a chord within him.

Before you could begin to intervene, a cold metal grip closed around your throat, lifting you off the ground. You kicked frantically as your hands desperately clasped his wrist, your eyes pleaded with him.

Pinning you against a wall, he paused for a moment before he revealed himself to you. A smirk played on his lips, accompanied by a wink as he eased the grip on your throat. 

“Hi, Baby,” he began a low growl in your ear before detecting someone behind him. Swiftly dropping you, he spun around and aimed a blow at the intruder who lurked behind him. You scrambled to your feet, gasping for breath as you made your way over to Sam. 

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us,” Zemo murmured toward the three of you after Bucky forcefully pinned a man against the bar nearby. “Well done, Soldier,” he added in Russian, addressing Bucky. With a vacant expression, he gradually released his grip.

“You good?” Sam inquired, receiving a quick nod from Bucky in reply, never glancing in your direction once. Sighing, you proceeded to follow them to speak to Selby.

~

You remained at Sam’s side as Zemo conversed with Selby, the tension hung in the air. You couldn’t resist glancing over at Bucky as he kept a vigilant eye on her. 

A shiver ran down your spine as Selby’s voice took on a seductive tone, addressing Sam as his cover, Smiling Tiger. You suppress a cringe when he purrs at him. 

You listened to the conversation as they continued, your breath caught in your throat as Zemo approached Bucky: offering him and the Winter Soldier code words in exchange for information. The urge to intervene surged through you as his hand neared Bucky’s face. 

Your jaw tensed as your phone began ringing in your bag, you hesitated looking between Selby and Sam. You reached into it, pulling the phone out, and you read the name ‘Tim TD’ on the screen. 

“Answer it,” Selby demanded you, her tone was sharp. “On speaker.” she gestured to one of the men on guard. The phone continued to ring persistently. Between Selby’s commands, the guarded men, and Bucky’s watchful gaze, you hesitated, uncertainty ran through your body. 

“Hello?” you finally answered, you tried to keep your voice steady despite the rising tension in the room. 

“Hey, um, we need to talk about what happened at brunch.” Tim’s boomed over the speaker, he sounded strained and troubled.  “It’s been driving me nuts.” 

“What exactly happened at brunch?” you inquired, trying to maintain the facade of one of Smiling Tiger’s girls, you exchanged a glance with Bucky.

“You know what happened, the problem that showed up,” Tim replied, his frustration palpable even over the phone. 

“What happened, Tim? Say it,” you pressed.

“The damn Winter Soldier,” Tim’s voice rose, causing you to instinctively glance over at Bucky again, a sense of unease settling in your stomach. 

“Yeah, I’ve got my eyes on the Winter Soldier,” you replied, trying to inject a hint of levity into your tone.

“Oh you’re with him now?” surprise was evident in Tim’s tone. “I guess I know now why you haven’t answered any of my texts, Y/N.” 

“Y/N?” Selby’s sharp voice cut through the conversation. “Who’s Y/N? Kill them.” Suddenly, a gunshot came through the window, killing Selby instantly. 

For a second, the room froze until the guard looked back at you and Sam instantly disarmed him, knocking him out. On the other side of the room, Bucky did the same to the other guard. You ran behind Bucky for cover as he took a stance readying himself with the gun he took from the guard. 

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” Sam rushed as he readied himself for further confrontation. Zemo sighed heavily, “We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” he directed. Bucky removed his leather jacket after setting the gun aside, handing it to you with a reproachful glance as he eyed your dress once again. 

Clutching Bucky’s jacket tightly around you, you kept your head low as you stuck close to Sam and Bucky. Suddenly, the light of Madripoor flickered out, and the sound of gunfire filled the air. Bucky’s arm swung around urging you to duck as he yelled, “Come on!”. Zemo had vanished, leaving you, Bucky, and Sam to sprint away.

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam shouted as he ran. “Welcome to my world!” you shot back as you ran ahead of him slightly. 

Dashing down the alley, you find yourselves cornered by bounty hunters closing in from both exits. You glance around as gunfire erupts again, but it’s not aimed at you - it’s targeting the bounty hunters. With a sigh of relief, you watch them collapse to the ground. As tension eases, Zemo emerges from behind a dumpster, stepping into your view.

“Well, this is too perfect,” a familiar voice speaks, you glance in the direction it came from. Your suspicions are confirmed as your old friend emerges, gun pointed at Zemo.

 “Sharon?!”

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[beyondspaceandstars]

That Black Tee

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, fingers, slight metal arm kink, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting -- and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs A/N: idk guys there was just something about that black tee-shirt bucky wore in episode 4 of TFATWS. it got my mind wandering. and i love practicing writing smut i hope im getting better at it lmao

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You knew you absolutely, utterly fucked the second Bucky took off his jacket, revealing that damn black tee.

So simple yet so fitting, so accentuating. He looked casual and cool yet incredibly powerful and dominant with that metal arm fully on display thanks to the short sleeves. Between that damn shirt and the hard expression he wore, you were pretty much done for. It took all you might to not march over to him right that second.

Bucky appeared to be aware of all this as he turned to you, feeling your eyes wandering shamelessly over him in that shirt. He just looked so… him. Not a soldier, not some asset, just him. And he was hot.

He shot you a little smirk, making your eyes widen, suddenly unreasonably worried your boyfriend could read your mind.

You two must’ve been too caught up in your silent communication because the next thing you heard was Sam asking if you were okay.

You jumped and forced yourself to look away from Bucky. "Yeah, Sam," you nodded, "I’m fine."

He hummed, suspicious. "Are you sure?"

But before you could answer, Bucky felt it was his time to chime in. "She’s a little distracted."

Your eyes widened again, this time sending a signal to your boyfriend to shut the hell up. He wouldn’t look at you and instead just laughed to himself.

"Distracted?" Sam questioned.

"I- I’m fine, really-,"

Bucky cut you off, "Actually, I need to talk with her about something."

Your jaw went slack as you tried finding some words of explanation, something to save yourself from this situation as you could see Sam’s concern growing. But nothing was able to come out before Bucky was grabbing your hand.

"You can’t talk to her out here?" Sam asked.

Bucky shook his head, profusely. "It’s a very private matter. Incredibly serious. Just between me and her."

"Bucky-," you just about yelped as he started walking to one of the off-shoot rooms from the living space. Sam tried asking more questions but Bucky promptly shut him down by slamming the door. Hard. It was a miracle the thing didn’t just fall right off its hinges. For whatever reason, that suddenly turned you on even more.

You stood there in the middle of the room watching as Bucky slowly turned to you. He had a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took in your nervous yet needy state. Your thighs were practically in pain from how hard you were trying to squeeze them together, wanting some relief to your core that was set ablaze by him. Him and that damn outfit. That damn hair. His damn face- God, you just needed your boyfriend right now.

Bucky walked towards you slowly, intensely. You tried averting your eyes to save yourself from crumbling but he stopped you. His fingers came to your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He appeared to be just as eager.

"What happened back there, doll?" He asked just barely above a whisper. He held your chin firmly.

"What- What do you-,"

He chuckled. The fucker chuckled at your flustered state. "What do I mean? I mean that look you were giving me. How those eyes were peeling off my clothing piece by piece. Made me want to take you right there."

Bucky’s words went straight to your core. The wetness was pooling profusely, practically soaking through your jeans. You let out a little whimper as his thumb brushed over your lip.

"It’s your tee-shirt," you whispered, surprised that you could even find any sort of words in your dazed brain. He was way too intoxicating.

Bucky’s face shifted in surprise. "My shirt?"

You nodded. "It just… looks good on you."

He couldn’t help but let out another chuckle. You pouted at his reaction which he took as the opportunity to quickly place a kiss on your lips. You tried moving into him, grinding your body with his to beg for more, but he stopped, forcing you two apart.

"Oh, doll," he mumbled as his hand left your chin and slowly made its way down your body. Over the curve of your clothed breast, down your stomach, to your hips… the hand finally dipped under the waistline of your jeans. Without much warning, two fingers traced your folds, dipping slightly in to collect the wetness. He gave a few thrust, teasingly. Bucky groaned. "You’re this wet just from how I look in my shirt?"

You gasped, nodding. Embarrassment wanted to coarse through you but the pleasure from Bucky tracing his fingers to your clit was too much. Slowly, he started with circular motions, making your body jolt. You squealed in surprise. Bucky smiled down at your reaction.

He kept it up, adding pressure every now and then as he continued. Your legs began to shake forcing you to grip his arms in support. Bucky noticed this and brought his metal hand to your hip, steadying you.

He picked up the pace, his eyes boring into yours intensely. You let out a breathy moan at the sight of him, looking at you so hungry and aroused.

"Come on, honey, cum for me," he mumbled, still working on your clit. Every now and then he’d stop to dip a finger in as if gaging your wetness. In those moments you’d groan, waiting for the contact to come back. He never let you suffer long, though, finding his way back to your clit quickly, keeping the pressured motions. "Be a good girl and cum for me, doll, and I’ll fuck you real nice against the wall just like you deserve."

That was the final straw. His words alone practically sent you over the edge. Your body shook as the first orgasm pulled through you, lighting fire throughout your body. Your hips bucked and twisted uncontrollably, almost trying to get away from the touch but Bucky didn’t lighten up. He worked you through it, whispering sweet praises in your ear, making you lose it even more.

Once you came down from the high, Bucky wasted absolutely no time gripping your hips and pushing your back to the nearest wall. You yelped in surprise before his lips attached to yours, rough and demanding.

He lifted you up and grabbed your legs, circling them around your waist. You took the opportunity to grind into him feeling his erection hit your covered core. It lit a new fire in you making you gasp at the feeling.

Bucky moved his lips down your face to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. You whined and grabbed onto that fucking tee shirt, still trying to push into him, wordlessly begging him to speed up.

"Eager, doll?" Bucky asked. You could practically hear the dumb smile on his face and it made you want to slap it off. But all you could do in response was nod.

He placed one more kiss on your lips before his hand made its way back down your body. This time he popped the buttons of your jeans open. Briefly, he placed you back down to pull your jeans to your ankles. When that task was done, you were back wrapped around his waist, now feeling the erection more prominently. You let out a deep, uncontrollable moan when it hit.

As if he understood your annoyance, Bucky quickly undid his own jeans. In your dazed state, you must’ve zoned out because the next thing you knew, your panties were just pushed to the side and his cock was breaching your walls. You two were in sync letting our moans and groans at the warmth, the wetness.

His arms held you tight as he began his thrusts, so precise and strong. You were backed into the wall forcefully, enjoying the pressure and pleasure combining into one. Your boyfriend groaned above you, sounds going right to your core which was made evident by the squelching sounding in the room.

Bucky kept his thrusts up as his metal hand left your hip and made its way to your clit. His body held you up with his other arm, giving you a second to marvel in his strength. It was always such a treat when it came out in the bedroom. How he could hold you down or hold you up had your mind spinning half the time.

As his thrusts began to pick up, his metal hand started with the circular motions again on your clit. The coldness meeting your warmth was enough to drive you crazy. Your hands fisted his shirt, trying to keep yourself grounded. You let out a surprised moan at the whole sensation which Bucky seemed to like as he gripped you harder. Your brain was going fuzzy, drunk even, as he pounded you into the wall flawlessly.

"Bucky… B-Bucky…" you choked out.

"Hmm?" You could tell he was staring at you despite your eyes being fluttered shut. He was taking in every inch of your face contorting in glorious pleasure. It seemed to drive his thrusts faster, the circular motions on your clit picking up as well.

"I- I’m gonna-,"

"You gonna cum again, doll?" He asked, a little mockingly. You would’ve bit back if you weren’t in this state but you couldn’t do anything, just take what he was giving. You nodded weakly. "Alright, honey, that’s it… Cum for me, come on. I got you."

It was like Bucky flipped that last switch as his strength and speed picked up. You yelped, clinging to his shirt even tighter.

One final push on your clit was all you needed before you were crumbling in his arms. Your body shook as your orgasm flooded you with ecstasy. Bucky didn’t want to let up with the trusts, though, chasing his own orgasm and thoroughly working you through your second. He kept pounding, his hand opting to leave your clit to grope at your breasts under your shirt. The metal hitting your skin in a new place made you squeal again.

The sounds and motions were it for Bucky as the next thing you knew, he released inside you, coating your walls and thrusting in and out, letting it leak onto your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

Bucky gave a couple more weak thrusts before he let out a final groan and stilled inside you. Both his arms now were around your waist, pulling you close as you two panted, coming down from the pleasure.

Bucky leaned forward, his head resting on your shoulder. Your hands left his shirt and came up to his hair, where you ran them through his short locks.

"Was that what you needed, doll?" He asked, voice breaking through the heaviness of the room.

You giggled, "Exactly what I needed."

"Hmm," he sighed and straightened back up. He pecked your lips. "Guess I gotta wear this shirt more often."

You gasped, slapping his chest lightly as he laughed. But you couldn’t totally disagree. "I wouldn’t complain if it made an appearance every now and then."

Bucky shook his head, "I don’t understand how a black tee shirt can get you going, doll."

After he spoke, he slowly removed himself from you, letting you down from the wall. Warm wetness began soaking your thighs feeling so intimate, so hot, it almost made you almost suggest round two right then and there but that didn’t seem on the table after Bucky handed you some tissues to clean up. Not to mention the fact there were people in the living area.

You shrugged, readjusting your shirt and pulling your jeans back on. You watched as Bucky also readjusted his appearance. "It’s because it’s on you," you insisted. "You could walk around in the most ridiculous outfits and I’d still beg you to jump my bones."

Bucky let out the most joyous laugh at that. He walked back towards you, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed a kiss on his lips, which he hummed happily into.

"I’m flattered," he mumbled. The light blush across his cheeks confirmed his words.

You smiled, "What can I say? I got a hot boyfriend and he should know it."

Bucky placed another kiss on your lips. "Oh, trust me, I think he knows it now."

You let out a giggle and pulled away from his grip, despite a little protest. "Come on," you said and motioned towards the door, "we should probably leave this room before we get any shit from them."

"Oh, you’re getting a lot of shit once you come out of that room," Sam called from the other side of the door, making both you and Bucky jump. "Might as well stay in here."

You groaned at the words, your face and neck suddenly becoming hot in embarrassment. Bucky just chuckled, somehow finding everything amusing, and wrapped an arm around you.

"Worth it, though," he whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t at all argue. Just glancing between the wall and that black tee made you suddenly hot and bothered all over again.

Bucky picked up on your gaze, once again practically reading your mind. With a suggestive smirk, he asked, "Round two?"

You bit your lip as his hand began running over the curve of your ass.

"Fine."

Bucky didn’t waste a single second before whisking you off your feet

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[twenty-thirty-two]

Insomniatic

Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: The reader has insomnia but hasn’t told Bucky about it until he finds her awake at 2 am

a/n: this is my first fic so it may not be 1000% perfect but I hope you guys like it! Is this slightly self-indulgent? Absolutely! Enjoy

Please understand that because I am 18+, I do not want minors on my page or reading my work

I do not consent to having my work reposted on other sites, or translations

2:36 am

The red numbers on the clock reminding you that it’s too late for you to be up. You were no stranger to these late nights, in fact, you can’t remember when you weren’t up at this hour.

You sigh and look over at the peacefully sleeping man next to you. It had been way too long since Bucky had slept through the night without waking up sometime throughout.

Slowly, you move the comforter to the side and slip out of bed as to not wake Bucky. You pad through the compound and find it quiet, the rest of the Avengers, either out or sleeping. You find yourself where you regularly find yourself on such sleepless nights: the kitchen. Pulling out a mug from the cabinet, you begin to make yourself a warm drink in hopes of getting yourself at least a little tired before morning.

You’ve been with Bucky for a couple of months now, and he’s yet to see one of your episodes. Usually, he’d be away on a mission or have a rough night where you’d comfort him. Sometimes you wouldn’t even be in the same room, so while Bucky would be having a good night’s sleep, you’d be tossing and turning.

“Another rough night, Y/N/N?” You hear behind you. You turn to find a messy haired Natasha standing in the doorway. You gave her a small smile and sighed.

“You know it,” You groan as you run a hand over your face.

“What’s got you up at such hour? or rather who?” Giving her a mischievous smile, this causes Natasha to give a small laugh and shake her head.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” She smirks as she saunters towards the cabinet. She grabs a cup and walks over to the fridge and fills the cup with water.

You continue a small conversation with the redhead as you finish preparing your drink. You bid her good night and head over to the living room.

Grabbing a nearby blanket, you situate yourself on the couch. You grab your drink and take a small sip as you turn on the tv, making sure to set it at a low volume.

Soon, you turn it off and set the empty mug on the nearby coffee table. Your eyes begin to feel heavy, but not enough to pull you into the deep sleep you’ve been desperately needing. You pull the blanket over your shoulder and get yourself comfortable.

Bucky turns to your side of the bed and throws an arm over in an attempt to hold you. He’s met with a cold, empty spot and that causes him to be more alert. He looks around and finds you no longer in the room. He waits for a moment, thinking you had gotten up to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water.

Minutes pass, and with each second, he begins to get nervous, you’ve never been the type to just get up and leave, not without telling him. So he gets out of bed and begins his search for you.

He heads over to the kitchen and finds Natasha, now sitting at the table with Steve, who is sitting across from her, conversing quietly. He greets them both before leaving after seeing you weren’t there. He goes over to the living room, where he sees you, laying on the couch, immersed in whatever 90’s sitcom is being shown.

Bucky sighs as he sees you, wrapped up in a blanket, clearly not have gotten any sleep. He walks over to you and sits on the edge of the couch. You move your legs in order to make some space for him.

“Oh doll,” he runs a hand over your head, you give him a hum of acknowledgment. You sit up and place your head on his shoulder and sigh. Bucky places a kiss on your forehead and he goes to turn off the tv.

“How long?” He asks after a beat of silence.

“A while.” You whisper causing him to sigh. For a moment, you both stay as you are before Bucky gets up and tells you to follow him. You get up with the blanket still wrapped around you and tread behind him.

It’s not long before you find yourselves on the roof of the compound. It’s a clear night, and below the never ending bustle of the city. Bucky motions for you to sit down and you do, you grab the blanket and throw over some of it over his shoulders.

“When I first got to the compound, I had many sleepless nights, and one night I got up and found Steve in the kitchen. He somehow knew that I hadn’t been sleeping so he took me up here. Says that this is where he comes when he can’t sleep. Whenever you’re away, I come up here and stare out at the city, it’s quite peaceful.” You look over at him and see a small grin on his face. God, this man has found a way to make you fall in love all over again, it never ceases to amaze you.

You place your head on his shoulder and he places his head on yours. You look out at the city, buildings high and low occupied by fast living people. Cars with passengers with many different stories. Many of which you will never see again. The two of you stay like that for a while. Bucky’s warmth and the city out in front of you slowly lull you into a state of serenity. Bucky notices your breathing even out and waits a few minutes before carrying you back to his room. He places you on his bed and as he goes to join you, he smiles and places a kiss on your head and whispers,

“Sweet dreams, doll.”

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[theyoutubedork]

Dressing Room

Bucky x reader one shot

PART 2 IS NOW AVAILABLE!

Word Count: 2.9k+

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Summary: Y/N hates that she has to dress the way Zemo requires, but Bucky makes it all worth it. (Based off of tfatws episode 3: Spoilers ahead!)

Warning: Y/N gets very stupid with love. Swearing, mentions of violence. SMUT 18+

GIF isn’t mine.

A/ N: God writing while high is such a vibe. Especially calming for my ADHD. Also I’m glad y’all loved the sneak peak. I’m kinda proud of this one.

“How am I supposed to hide a gun when I’m wearing this?!” You yell at Zemo, already tired of his slimy nature. Zemo was trying to get you to change into one of the most skimpy pieces of clothing you had ever seen.

“Y/N, come on, it’s imperative we look exactly like the people we’re playing,” Zemo hushed you, but you bite back even louder. Your voice reverberates throughout the small cabin of the plane.

“Oh? Is it it imperative I look like a fucking prostitute?” You scowl at him. Zemo, stills before giving you what appears to be a yes with just a tilt of his head. You scoff, “REALLY?”

“Y/N-“ you hear Sam start, but you quickly interrupt him,

“Shut up Sam! At least your two “characters” have names!” You fight back, pointing at Sam and Bucky. “You might as well put a sticky note with the word ‘Whore’ on my fucking forehead!” You say, flailing your arms dramatically. You reluctantly snatch the duffel bag that Zemo miraculously has for you, and you stalk over to the bathroom.

“Now, if you boys need me, I’ll be in my dressing room,” you scoff, opening the small door and slamming it shut loudly. You look down at the dress you have draped over your arm. You raise it between your hands. It was a dress, no, a cloth, made entirely out out iridescent crystals, that you couldn’t help but gawk at. You will be wearing thousands of dollars on your body by the looks of it. Ok, maybe you’re an escort, not a prostitute. You find a small makeup bag inside the duffel, and find products you have actually used before. Zemo definitely did some research, probably having someone hack into your computer to see what products you use. He surprisingly got your foundation shade just right, and you scoff. You reluctantly look at your reflection in the dingy mirror. You sigh, ready to be extremely uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

You can practically feel the three men’s stare as you exited the bathroom. You were covered head to toe in crystals, from the stoned heels to the hairband that is loosely collecting your hair at the top of your head. You can especially feel Bucky’s gaze, his jaw incredibly tense when you lazily looked over at him. The intensity of his stare, made your anger only fizzle out for a moment to be replaced by embarrassment, but quickly returns when you see Zemo’s smug expression.

After a prolonged silence, you clear your throat, annoyed.

“Ok, maybe I should actually charge people, because this,” You gesture to all three men ogling you with a single pan of your finger, “is fucking ridiculous,” All three men break out of the trance quickly, Sam and Zemo muttering quick apologies while Bucky just shifts uncomfortably is his seat. You sit in the open seat across from Zemo, dropping the duffel bag at your feet. You quickly lean over to Bucky, trying to say your next sentence with as much seriousness you can muster without getting flustered.

“I need you to go watch my back, cause I can’t hide my guns for shit in this thing,” you say, and Bucky lets out a sharp exhale in amusement. He looks up at you, with his cerulean eyes, almost making your legs turn into jelly.

“Course doll, I always got your back,” He says with a small smile, trying to reassure you.

“Thanks Buck,” you say, giving him a slight squeeze on his shoulder before returning to your seat.

All sittting there in silence wasn’t out of the ordinary. However, you stealing multiple glances from Bucky, was definitely out of the ordinary. In the span of ten minutes, his lips were swollen pink, after biting his lip continuously from just looking at you. You didn’t know what to do with this information. You’ve spent the last three months, crushing on him so hard that anything he does makes you dizzy.

You never thought Bucky biting into a plum would have you clenching your thighs together, while sitting at the kitchen counter, but it did. You remember Sam giving you a very confused look. Staring at him usually led to inappropriate thoughts. You could stare at that man all good damn day. But here he was, staring at you.

You don’t have any idea why.

*

Now walking along an unnamed bridge over an unnamed river, your feet are already starting to feel sore. You were long past your days of kicking ass in heels. You do not know why you did that so often. As Zemo was giving Sam the information of his character, you almost fall right on your ass due to one of your heels falling into a small pothole. Thankfully Bucky catches you, with a quick wrap of his arm around yours. You feel your body tense when you realize how close Bucky pulled you towards him. You could almost feel his breath on your neck—oh wait he’s looking at you. Fuck he’s looking at you. He lets out a small huff of amusement. His breath fans your cheeks and you feel it sting like fire. In a good way.

“You alright there Doll?” He smirks at you. You roll your eyes at him.

“Yeah. You try walking in these shoes. You won’t be laughing then.” You retort, and he lets out a small chuckle. Oh man, you were being funny. Funny to Bucky. That was a rare sight.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” he says with a small grin on his face. You huff at him,

“Mhmm..sure...” you say with a returning smile. Bucky laughs, shaking his head before leading you to the car, that you assume is your ride.

You automatically make all the men fill the backseat while you sit in the passenger seat with the driver who was very kind to you, given what you were wearing. All three men tried to fight you on it, but when you reasoned, “I’m a woman wearing six inch things of death, and you’re not”, there wasn’t much argument after that.

You finally arrive at lowtown. You had refused to be Zemo’s plaything, so you gladly accepted Sam’s hand as you got out of the car. The streets of Low Town are covered in a slight purple fog. You all get onto the pedestrian ramp, that leads to the lower level, where the club that you’re infiltrating is. Sam rests a reassuring hand on the small of your back, keeping you steady as you walk down the rain covered steps. You see countless, thieves, dealers, any sort of criminal you could think of, was there. You look up to see the sign of the club you are approaching. The neon purple sign glows with the image of a growling gorilla.

As you enter the club, you immediately feel many pairs of eyes on you and the rest of your group. You hear Zemo address Bucky in Russian, and you look back to Bucky, who is wearing the signature scowl on his face. Your heart sinks at the sight of a man who has worked so hard to escape his past, having to pretend to be under Zemo’s control. Again. You even hear a man say, “Is that the winter soldier?”

The four of you approach the bar, Sam’s hand still resting on the small of your back. You see the burly bartender approach you.

“Hello, gentlemen, miss,” he grumbles, nodding in your direction. You give him a flirtatious smile, falling into your character. He looks at Sam suspiciously.

“Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger,” he says with a slightly threatening tone. Zemo gives a tight lipped smile.

“His plans have changed. We have business to do. With Selby.” He explains. The bartender shifts his gaze, scanning the four of you before looking at Sam.

“The usual?” He asks, and Sam gives him a curt nod. He turns his head away, but you keep your gaze locked on the bartender, curious. You see him reach into a jar and pull out a fucking dead snake, and you have to fight the slight gag that rises in your throat. Sam finally notices the snake with wide eyes. The bartender starts cutting the snake open, and Zemo lets out a small laugh.

“Ah...Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” He says, subtly telling Sam to man up. You let out a small laugh under your breath. Watching as Sam takes the shot from the bartender. He struggles to get it down. You look over at Bucky, who you can immediately tell is trying fight off a grin. You watch the bartender walk away as another man approaches from behind Zemo.

“I got word from on high, you ain’t welcome here.” He says, glaring at Zemo.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, But if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” he gestures over to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The man teases.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo finishes, staring down the man. The man walks away.

“A power broker? Really?” Bucky scoffs.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Oh that’s comforting,” You let out a small laugh, slightly uncomfortable.

“Do you know him?” Sam asks.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

“Sounds like a nice guy,” you say, leaning your elbows on the bar to alleviate some of the pain rocketing through your ankles.

You hear Zemo call Bucky to action, and you see Bucky grab onto a random man, twisting his arm. You see Bucky immediately go into action, knocking down men left and right. You let a hand come up to your mouth, trying to hide the sad look on your face. It hurt to see Bucky fight with such malice.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo comments, and you give him a nasty look. When Bucky takes the man and throws him onto the bar, metal arm clutching his neck, You hear multiple guns cocking. You nervously glance at the three men.

Sam reaches an arm out to Bucky.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo warns, before telling Bucky to let go.

“Selby will see you now,” The bartender says.

*

Not even 10 minutes later you are running for your life. Selby is now dead, and you guys are now being shot at by everyone in Madripoor.

“I cant run in these heels!” Sam yells and you yell right back,

“Oh shut the fuck up Sam!” You yell and you feel your foot slip, your ankle slightly twisting, making you cry out in pain. Bucky quickly reacts, grabbing your hand to help guide you out of the crossfire. If you weren’t being shot at, you might’ve actually blushed.

You quickly round the corner, and you hear gunshots, thankfully not aimed at you. You look to see Zemo rounding the corner.

“Seems that you have a guardian angel.”

“Well this seems too perfect. Drop the weapon Zemo,” you hear a female voice say. You see Sharon Carter round the corner. Fuck.

*

“When Sharon said she had a place in High Town, I wasn’t really expecting this,” you mumble under your breath, which Bucky hums in agreement to. He was still holding onto you, just like before on the bridge. You could smell a hint of his cologne, you didn’t know fragrances for shit, but it flooded your senses and made your body electrify like a guarded fence.

You make your way into Sharon’s place, and Sam immediately starts chewing Sharon out. You look around at at the pieces of art she has on display.

“Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well.”

“I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I can get for a real Monet?”

“Easy, deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monet’s.”

“Oh I don’t think she does Sam,” You say, pausing to look at one of the paintings.

“No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics.” Zemo corrects.

“It’s true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this.” Bucky adds to the conversation.

“Okay, guys. I see what you’re doing. You’re more worldly that good old Sam.”

“Yeah. What’s Google say?” Bucky says, trailing past him, you still being held firm by his grip. You laugh at Bucky’s comeback, squeezing his forearm slightly.

“No shit,”

“Come on you guys need to change. I’m hosting clients in an hour.” Sharon calls out.

“Thank god! I am tired of wearing this stupid dress,” you grumble. Bucky lets out a small laugh,

“That’s what you think,” you hear him say under his breath, and you look up at him. He looks at you with a sly grin. You turn your head away, your face as hot as the sun.

*

As you were just starting to take off your heels, you hear a small knock on the door. Sharon had given you a private room to get ready in, so you weren’t expecting any visitors. You quickly kick off the heels, your bare feet padding across the wooden floor. You open the door to see Bucky, who is now changed into a fitting black suit. His eyes rake down your body. He seems to be happy that you’re still wearing the dress.

“Can I help you with something Buck?” You tease, making his eyes finally meet yours. He clears his throat before looking at you.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. I saw you hurt your ankle earlier.”

You heart flutters at his show of concern. You also remember the way his fleshed hand held yours.

“Oh its fine, just rolled it out of place a bit. Should be fine,” You say and Bucky nods his head along, and you can tell he’s holding something back. You finally start to piece together the glances Buck has been giving you all day.

“Was there something else you need?” You say with a small smirk, approaching Bucky, nearly chest to chest, his face inches from yours. You know what he wants, he just has to make the first move. You see his tongue dart out to wet his lips, scanning your face. His eyes finally look towards your lips.

“Uh yeah...” He mumbles, barely comprehending the world around him. He’s already so lost in you and he hasn’t even touched you.

“Jesus Christ, I know the way you’ve been looking at me all night. Just kiss me already Bucky,” You say and he immediately complies. He crashes his lips onto yours, pushing you out of the doorway so he could shut the door. You let out a small whine as he presses your body against the door, kissing you with such ferocity. You finally have Bucky all to yourself, so you don’t let him take control too quickly. Your hands rise to his shoulders, helping him ditch his jacket so you can dig your fingernails into his fleshed arm. He lets out a small groan, but when you motion to have him help take off your dress, he halts, taking his lips from where they now rested on your neck.

“No..you’re keeping this on,” he demands, sinking to his knees, his hands gliding underneath the dress. Not to take it off, but to feel your soft skin under his. He looks up at you. Your head is firmly pressed against the doorway, already blissed out from Bucky barely doing anything. Your body was shaking with anticipation.

“Bucky...please,” you whine, begging him to help you with the aching between your legs.

“Don’t worry doll, I’m gonna take care of you. You just need to be quiet for me.” He speaks lowly, waiting for the nod of your head before grabbing the thong you were wearing and pulling it down so it pools at your feet. You quickly step out and Bucky takes one of your legs and puts it on his left shoulder, the cool metal of his shoulder making shivers run up right to your core.

Bucky takes a moment to bask in your radiance. He has never seen someone so beautiful, so ready for him to do whatever he pleases. He feels his cock twitch in his jeans at the sight. He finally takes a small lick at your center, and you let out a shuddered breath. He scoots closer to you, burying his tongue in your entrance as he does, as you let out a low whine.

“Quiet princess, or I’ll stop,” he orders. Your heart races at his words. In all the nights you spent, imagining how Bucky would make love to you, you never expected him to be so vocal.

Without warning, he takes his free hand and pushes his index finger into you. You back arches as he brings his tongue to your clit, making slow circles around it. You grip at his hair, digging your nails into his scalp, making his let out a low groan, feeling it vibrate against your sex. It feel heavenly having Bucky make you fall apart, and he does it with incredible speed and ease. He pushes a second finger, and curls his fingers up, brushing against your most sensitive spot. You immediately shatter above him, letting out a silent scream as you cum. Bucky has to hold you up as you ride out your orgasm, giving you loving kisses on the inside of your thighs.

Once you came down, he rose again, capturing your lips with his. You taste your sweetness on his tongue and you let out another small whine. He pulls away reluctantly, before moving you so he can exit. You look at him with a pout on your face. He chuckles.

“Sorry Doll, can’t be late to the party. Get changed.” He says with a smirk.

“This isn’t over Bucky,”

“Promise doll, I said I’ll take care of you.” He reassures, giving you one last, chaste kiss before exiting the room. You sigh in both frustration and happiness.

Maybe those heels were worth it.

Part 2

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you @sidepartskinnyjeans for tagging me in this! 🥰 Oooh, let's see. And I know I'm breaking the rules again, but here's the first little section of a chapter of a multichapter fic I've been working on based on a moodboard I made called From That Show.

Since it's long 😂 I'll do the tagging here: @yammz, @bisamwilson, @obsessivelymoody, and whoever else wants to show off six sentences of a WIP.

Now, the first section of From That Show:

BEFORE

“Hey. Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Sam blinked. The man looked like he was growing out his hair. His stubble looked new. He was… he was going to be the musician neighbor, right?

“Did I see you during the auditions?” asked Sam as he shook the man’s hand.

There was a roughness to those hands that felt more than just some practice on an acoustic guitar. There was something more to this. Something much more than just the audition.

“Yeah, but – I feel like I’ve seen you around before,” said the man, and Sam was about to shut whatever bullshit this man was going to say down but then the man lit up and blurted, “Wilson Family Seafood! I worked on your boat every summer during high school. You were in my sister’s grade – Becca Barnes.”

Sam gaped.

“Bucky Barnes,” said Sam as his mind raced.

Sam remembered him vaguely. Bucky had been older by a few years. A little intimidating despite his kind nature and goofy disposition. Maybe it was because he was a little older. Maybe it was because Bucky always seemed to be walking around shirtless on the boat during the hot Delacroix summers.

“Didn’t your sister blow up one of the chemistry classrooms?” asked Sam.

Bucky laughed.

“She got a few chemicals mixed up,” said Bucky like he had to tell this to a million people, “Also, it didn’t blow up. She just… gently singed the room.”

Sam couldn’t help but grin, giggled a bit.

“Gently singed, eh?” said Sam.

“Okay, maybe a little more than singed, but nobody got hurt,” said Bucky, “You got the big role, right?”

“Anthony? Yeah. I’m Anthony,” said Sam.

Sam couldn’t keep his feelings close to the vest. Not for this. How could he? This was his first big break. The lead in a sitcom. He had moved out to Los Angeles eight months ago, and now he had landed a gig on a show. As the lead, no less.

“You deserved it. I heard a little bit of your audition and it was…” Bucky said before they both realized they were still holding each other’s hands… Bucky gently let go, “You’re probably too good for this show, Sam.”

Sam shrugged.

“I’m pretty new to all of this,” said Sam, feeling a little self-conscious, “Maybe I’ll do something else, but I don’t know. I like this show. The pilot’s smarter than it seems. I’m really impressed with some of the more subtle jokes.”

“You’re right. The double talk in that one scene was really what made me excited about the pilot script,” said Bucky, “I love how all of the jokes built up throughout the episode. It makes the button at the end hilarious.”

Bucky smiled at Sam. Big and soft and kind. Bucky stood there for a while, just staring. At Sam. Sam raised an eyebrow.

“What?” asked Sam.

“Sorry, it’s just – I’ve been out here for over a year, and it’s… it’s a lot different out here,” said Bucky, “It’s… It’s nice to have a familiar face around.”

Sam understood the feeling. “No,” said Sam, “I get it. It’s… It’s nice to see you too.”

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niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

-

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

-

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

-

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

-

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

-

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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Nurture Relationships (b.b.)

Summary: Bucky comes to your apartment every time he has a nightmare. but why can’t he seem to own up to the feelings he has for you? 

AN: inspired by the first episode of fatws! possible spoilers if you haven’t seen the episode yet! i’m also on a bucky kick sooo i’m sorry 

and not all dialogue is gonna be 100% accurate obviously and quick PSA: this was thrown into my publishing schedule so the two evan buckley requests will be out during the week!! xx

After everyone had come back from the blip, chaos became a pattern that everyone became used too. Everyone was having a hard time adjusting to half the population coming back after five years. But no one was struggling more than Bucky. 

Bucky Barnes was always used to a fight and having to fight for something. Without that, he was left alone rather often with his never ending cycle of demons. 

Even before the blip, you had tried to bring some form a peace. Even if it were only for a moment. Bucky took a strong liking to you, and you to him, when he met you in Germany. You quickly became a fascination to him as he spent more time with you. But it was quickly cut short when he went to Wakanda and went back under. 

You were reunited under poor circumstances and even that reunion came to a screeching halt when you were both victims of Thanos’ snap. Everyone was brought back and it seemed like you were falling into a sense of normalcy. 

You kept in constant contact with Bucky, making it your mission that he was adjusting to civilian life as best he could. But normal soon included Bucky sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night due to his nightmares. 

Bucky didn’t know what it was, but he felt safe with you. He felt safe when he knew you were lying right next to him and you never turned him away. You let him bring you as close as he could as if you were his security blanket. Once he did that, the nightmares stopped for the night. 

For the past week, Bucky had been woken up by the nightmares and made the short walk to your apartment to find solace in your bed next to you. And never once did you complain, but you did worry. 

Bucky had used the key you gave him and let himself into your apartment. It was around two in the morning and he did his best to remain quiet as he entered your bedroom. 

The sound of your front door opening woke you up and you knew it was Bucky, so you moved over to make space for him in your bed. That was a detail that Bucky had noticed when he entered your room. 

He took off his jacket, shirt and shoes, and climbed into the side of the bed. You rolled over to look at him, moving closer to clearly see his face. 

“This is the third night this week, Bucky. Are you okay?” You asked softly. He just simply nodded his head, avoiding your gaze as he did so. You knew that he wasn’t okay. The things he did as the Winter Solider still haunted him every day, especially at night when he closed his eyes. 

Rather than pushing him and trying to further the conversation, you moved to place a kiss on his forehead before rolling over to go to sleep. 

Bucky’s arm snaked around your waist and pulled you extremely close to his body before he himself fell sound asleep. 

__

The next morning, Bucky woke up to you not in the bed next to him. Usually you were always there when he woke up but this time you weren’t. He got out of the bed and walked out into the hallway and saw you standing at the counter with two mugs, pouring water into them. 

“Good morning.” You greeted him with a warm smile. “Morning, doll.” He replied. “Would you like some tea?” You offered. “That’d be great, thank you.” Bucky said. 

You passed him one of the mugs and sat next to him at the counter. “Buck, we gotta talk about what’s going on. Three nights in a row you’ve had nightmares, so bad you’ve had to come here. Do you want to talk about it?” You asked. 

“I’m fine, Y/N. They’re just some nightmares.” He said. “Bucky, they’re not just nightmares. You can’t even sleep in your own apartment anymore.” You rebutted. “I said I’m fine, okay?” Bucky said, his tone slightly rising. 

Bucky didn’t mean to react so harshly. You were just worried about him and you cared about him. You didn’t like seeing him in so much pain. 

“Okay, Bucky.” You sighed, getting up from your seat. “I have to get ready for Steve’s honoring at the Smithsonian.” You added. Bucky could see that he had disappointed you or scared you. Something that had changed your attitude completely. 

“Y/N,” He started. “It’s okay, Buck. I’ll see you later.” You cut him off, retreating back into your bedroom. Bucky kicked himself for how he lashed out at you. 

He looked at the clock on the wall and saw he had to be at therapy soon. Bucky debated whether or not he wanted to leave things unsaid and at such an uncertain point but when he heard the sound of the shower, he knew it had to wait. 

Bucky sat on the couch, staring straight ahead at Dr. Raynor. “So, James, have you been having more nightmares?” The woman asked. There was a long pause, the man wondering if he should be honest or if he should lie. He chose the latter. 

“No.” He answered. “James, we’ve been doing this long enough I can tell when you’re lying.” She replied. “How is Y/N?” She added. That piqued Bucky’s interest, his head moving to look at the Dr. Raynor. “Why would you ask about Y/N?” Bucky questioned. “Because you’ve said she makes you feel safe, right? Why haven’t you furthered your relationship?” She asked. “Because I’m me. Y/N has been through a lot already she doesn’t need anything to complicate it.” Bucky replied. 

“That’s utter bullshit. And you know it. You’re afraid to further your relationship with her. Because of all the loss you’ve faced, you don’t want to lose her.” Dr. Raynor said. “James, you’re free. You have a chance at peace and you’re not taking it. Y/N can give you peace. Sure, she’s been through a lot but so have you. Who says you can’t heal together?” She added. 

Bucky wasn’t one to show how he’s really feeling about something so once Dr. Raynor was met with the same stoic expression, she moved on. But throughout the entire session, his mind wandered to you. 

Dr. Raynor was right. He was afraid to solidify his relationship with you because he was afraid to lose you like he had lost everyone else. Steve told him to be happy and he knew all along that happiness was with you. You were his chance to try to live a normal life. But he wasn’t allowing himself to have it. 

Later that night, when he knew you were home from D.C., Bucky stood outside your apartment, building up the courage to knock. You knew he was out there. You could hear him whispering to himself, saying to just knock on the door. 

You opened your door and Bucky stopped pacing. “You have a key, you know.” You commented. “I know but it didn’t feel right using it after this morning.” He said. 

Moving aside to let him in, Bucky slowly entered the oh so familiar space of your apartment. 

“I’m sorry about lashing out at you. I know you ask because you’re worried and you care about me. A part of me didn’t want you to care so much because then I would find a way to fall out of love with you. Mainly because I’m afraid that I’ll lose you again and I don’t know if I’d be able to survive that.” Bucky confessed. 

“Buck, you won’t lose me. You’ll never lose me, not anymore. Thanos is gone. There are no more Infinity stones, we’re okay. And I know because of your past you won’t let yourself be happy but a part of forgiving yourself, is accepting the fact that it wasn’t you who hurt those people. It was your body, yes, but it wasn’t your mind. And I love you despite your flaws because that’s what love really is.” You told him. 

Bucky wasn’t sure he heard you correctly when you said you loved him. No one had said those words to him in years and it coming from you felt like it was too good to be true. 

“What did you say?” He asked. “I said I love you James Bucky Barnes and I’m going to spend a very long time doing that. Filling the void until you can learn to love yourself.” You answered. 

Bucky didn’t say anything at first, wanting to make sure it was actually real. He took a couple steps towards you and kissed you deeply. Sure he was a bit rusty after not having kissed anyone since 1943 but it was the fact that he was showing compassion towards someone was what meant the most.

“You’re going to be okay, James. I promise.” You whispered, resting your forehead against his. “We, are going to be okay, doll.” Bucky replied.

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[onceuponastory]

unlikely alliances - bucky barnes and nick fowler

Plot: Whilst searching for information about the new variant of super soldier serum given to the Flag Smashers, Sam and Bucky learned from Dr Nagel that the CIA authorised the creation of more serum. To find out more, they visit Sam’s old friend: Agent Y/N Y/L/N, who’s working at the CIA under the...guidance of Agent Nick Fowler. Pairing: Female!Reader x ??? (you’ll see what I mean soon) Warnings: The 355 spoilers (in case you’ve not seen anything about the movie yet lmao), Nick Fowler (I keep saying it, but he’s a warning all on his own) and weapons. Notes: So I rewatched TFATWS episode 3 the other day for the plot, and when Nagel said that he was hired by the CIA to make more super soldier serum, I immediately thought of our fave asshole CIA Agent, aka Nick Fowler. So this fic idea was born, and I decided to see what would happen if Nick was brought into the TFATWS universe. And YES, I know Nick and Bucky are both played by the same person, but I haven’t gone into how similar they look etc in this. If you think this kinda thing is weird, or want to come into my ask box yelling about how unrealistic it is for them to meet...please don’t. I just think they’d have an interesting dynamic if they met (and they’re my two fave Sebastian characters so....), that’s all. Thanks. Also I know Zemo is with Sam and Bucky in TFATWS but he isn’t in this. 

Unlocking her front door, Y/N Y/L/N steps inside, locking the door behind her and dropping her bag onto the floor. After the day she’s had at work, all she wants to do is run herself a nice bubble bath, pour herself a glass of wine and relax. But as she steps further into the apartment, she immediately realises something is off...like someone is inside with her. Her blood runs cold, and she picks up her phone, just in case she needs to dial for help. “Hello?” She calls. “Is somebody there?” Two sets of footsteps exit her kitchen, and her hand moves to dial 911. But then, she sees who’s standing in front of her. “Sam?” At the sound of his name, Sam grins.

“Hey Y/N, it’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s good to see you too. It’s been too long. Anyway, care to explain why the hell you’re in my house with...” Her eyes glance to the man beside Sam, recognising him immediately. It’s The Winter Soldier. Of course, as a CIA agent who’s worked with plenty of Avengers in her career and as someone who watches the news a lot, she’s well aware of who he is. And now he’s in her house. He steps forward, extending a hand for her to shake. She does so, feeling the smooth leather of his glove brushing against her palm. “Hello, I’m Agent Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiles softly.

“Likewise. I’m Bucky-”

“I um, I know who you are.” She cuts him off, and his face falls, no doubt reminded of his past and how she probably thinks the worst of him now. “You’re Sergeant James Bucky Barnes.” Although she’s heard what the sort of person The Winter Soldier is throughout her career, she knows it was never his fault. And that’s why she always calls him Bucky. Bucky frowns, clearly not expecting to be greeted with his full name or rank. But he smiles anyway, making her smile. It’s definitely a change for him, but a nice and appreciated one nevertheless.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how do you two know each other?” Bucky frowns, gesturing between the pair. Sam nods, chuckling fondly.

“Back when the whole Sokovia Accords thing happened, and we all became wanted international criminals, Y/N helped us with a few things through her job at the CIA. Kept in touch with her ever since, just in case.” Bucky nods, and his gaze goes back to her. His eyes look over her, and she can feel herself blushing slightly. There’s no denying that the man in front of her is incredibly attractive. 

“Anyway, boys, I guess you’re not here for a courtesy call. What can I do for you?” Taking a breath, Sam explains.

“Someone’s been recreating the super-soldier serum, that made...you know...” He gestures towards Bucky, who gives him a look. “Anyway, it’s been making a whole new legion of super-soldiers called the Flag Smashers, and we have to stop them. We’ve been trying to find where they’ve been getting the serum from to stop its production.”

“Mhm....and what makes you think I’d be able to help with this?”

“Well...” Sam trails off. “We spoke to someone called Doctor Wilfred Nagel, and he said that he’d been working for the CIA to remake the serum before the blip, and he thinks that someone is continuing his work and creating a bunch of soldiers to strike out at the government.” Y/N gasps, frowning. “We were wondering if you knew anything about that, or...”

“No. I don’t.” She insists, cutting him off. Sam and Bucky frown, looking between each other. 

“Well, are you sure? You do work at the CIA after all.” Bucky asks. “Do you think you missed something?” He steps forward, narrowing his gaze. “...Or do you perhaps know more about this whole thing than you’re letting on?” Y/N’s eyes widen. How dare he?

“Buck. Watch your tone.” Sam hisses. Y/N folds her arms angrily.

“No, Bucky. I don’t. I don’t know everything that goes on in the CIA. As I’m sure you two don’t know everything that goes on in the Avengers tower. You have no right to accuse me of a coverup.” She snaps. Bucky glances down, suddenly looking guilty. Sam steps forward.

“Look, nobody is accusing anyone of anything...right Buck?” Sam asks, and Bucky nods, mumbling an apology. 

“I’d like to help you both, trust me, but I don’t know anything about this. I promise. I’m usually shut away in an office doing paperwork for other missions, so I wouldn’t know anything about this if it’s even happening.” 

“Well, would it be okay if we just...had a look round the building? Maybe there’s a hidden lab or something?” Y/N raises a brow.

“So what you’re asking is if you can use my I.D badge to snoop around my work?” The pair nod and Y/N shakes her head. “No! Absolutely not. I do not want to get involved in this, and I advise you two not to either. You don’t know what kind of info you can find there and what might happen when you find it. And I could get in serious trouble for this! I don’t know if it’s worth it.” Bucky steps forward, a pleading look in his eyes.

“I understand, but please...just let us look. This is really important to us both. Especially me and my past. We won’t let anything bad happen to you. We promise.” He tells her, and Sam nods. Y/N sighs. Of course, she’s seen the news about the Flag Smashers on TV and what they’re capable of. She also knows that her boss Nick Fowler has been trying to figure out a way to stop them as well. Maybe this will help them get one step closer? And besides, if all else fails, at least it’ll show Nick that she took the initiative to solve the problem. She nods. “Alright. Wait till it gets dark, and I’ll take you two over. That way, there’ll only be a few agents there and the occasional security guard.” The boys nod. Y/N sighs again. Hopefully this doesn’t all go to shit.

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That night, the trio enter the main building of the CIA. “I never realised how empty and quiet this place is at night. It’s kinda spooky.” Y/N chuckles awkwardly as the trio approach the elevators. The security guard steps forward, ready to ask who Sam and Bucky are. Y/N holds up her badge, announcing: “They’re with me. Stand down.” Bucky chuckles as they enter the elevator to go to Y/N’s office, and she frowns.

“What’s so funny, Bucky?”

“Oh nothing, it’s just...the whole stand down thing. Not gonna lie, I wasn’t expecting a CIA agent to say that.” His cheeks flush slightly, and Y/N giggles. He’s right. It’s kinda funny, actually. “Oh also um. I’m sorry about earlier. With the whole accusing you thing. It’s just...” He gulps. “This whole thing is really personal to me. I mean, of course, it is, but I just really want it solved, and maybe I was kind of a dick-”

“Kind of?” Sam asks. Y/N scolds him. 

“Hey! He’s apologising. It’s okay, Bucky. Apology accepted, I understand. Hopefully, I’ll be able to help you both find some more information.” The elevator dings, signifying that they have reached the floor they need, and Y/N leads the pair to her office. Sitting down at her desk, she logs onto her computer, loading up all the documents and programs she thinks will help them. “I don’t know if this will help in any way, but we have a database, so maybe some documents slipped through?”

“Hey, listen. Any help you can offer is incredibly useful and much appreciated.” Sam reassures, and Bucky nods. Y/N continues to type on her computer, scrolling through file after file. None of them seem to have the information she wants, and she sighs. As she does so, the boys continue to look around her office for any more information, rummaging through files and cabinets. Increasingly turning up nothing, Y/N gets more and more frustrated. “Dammit.” She hisses, continuing to click and type.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. You’re doing your best.” Bucky walks up to her, leaning against her desk. He gives her a reassuring smile, and that makes her feel better. “Still can’t find anything? Mind if I help? I know I’m from the forties, but I can try my best. Two heads are better than one, after all.” He asks, kneeling down beside her. Almost immediately, she’s aware of the smell of Bucky’s cologne, and his side profile. God, he’s fucking gorgeous. Maybe she’ll ask for his number after this. 

Y/N and Bucky continue to search through files together. Well, Bucky does more of the searching, whilst Y/N tries to come to terms with how close the super-soldier is to her. “Wait!” Bucky frowns, pointing something out. “What’s this?” Leaning in closer, Y/N reads out the form.

“It says someone booked out one of our labs for medical research...almost a year ago. It doesn’t explain what this research is for or why it was conducted.” She peers up from the screen, looking at both Sam and Bucky. “Does this fit your timeline of the Flag Smashers? So far, it’s the closest we’ve got to finding information on this.”

“Well, they first popped up about two months ago, and with the time it would take to finish up a batch of the serum, ship it out, give it to them and all the stuff that comes with that...I’d say it was possible, sure.” Sam answers. Bucky nods in agreement.

“Does it say who booked the lab out or authorised this?” Bucky asks, and Y/N begins to scroll down, scanning the page as she does so. 

“Signed out by...Nick Fowler?” She gasps, her eyes widening. Sam and Bucky frown. 

“Who’s that?”

“...Only the head of the CIA, and my boss. This goes all the way to the top.” Sam and Bucky give each other uneasy looks. 

“Come on, I don’t think you’re safe here, just in case someone finds out what you know. You better come with us.” Bucky tells her, concern lacing his tone. Y/N frowns.

“Okay, just because he signed off on the lab being booked doesn’t mean he’s involved...right?” She asks. Of course, she knows her question is dumb, but after spending so much time working under Nick and growing to know him, she’s shocked to think he’s the sort of person who’d do something like this.

“I think it might.” Bucky answers. “Come on, we better go. I think we’ve overstayed our welcome.” Sam nods. But as the trio heads towards the door, it swings open, and in strolls Nick Fowler.

“Leaving so soon?” He asks, grinning. Y/N gasps. Nick glances between Sam and Bucky. “I see we haven’t met before. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Nick Fowler.” Protectively, Bucky and Sam step forward, slightly shielding Y/N with their bodies. Nick looks down at her, smirking.

“Well, aren’t you just a clever girl?” He asks.

“Nick, listen, we don’t know anything. They just wanted some information for the Sokovia reports. Something’s missing, and they just needed the information to fill out the report.” Y/N lies. Nick sighs, tutting.

“You really expect me to believe that? If you do, then you’re a worse liar than I thought.” He glances above their heads, pointing out the camera in the corner of the room. “First of all, every office in this entire building has a security camera in it. You should know by now that if you want secrets in a place like this, you’ll need to be a lot smarter than that. And second, if you try to research most things the CIA has done, I get notified every time.” Y/N sighs. Nick looks between the trio. “If you must know, yes, I’ve been working on recreating the super soldier-serum.” Nick looks over at Bucky. “Of course, in an ideal world, we would recreate something like Mr Barnes here, a glorified weapon...” Bucky’s jaw clenches in anger.

“Hey, don’t speak to him like that!” Sam threatens, and Nick scoffs.

“Oh please, Mr Wilson, I’d advise against arguing with me.” Sam stops, and Nick continues. “But even if we couldn’t recreate the Winter Soldier, having our own band of super-soldiers was more than enough for me. If only you three hadn’t found out.” He sighs dejectedly. “Now, what am I going to do with you three, hm?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Nick, just let them go. Take me. They didn’t do anything. It was all me.” Y/N begs.

“No! Y/N, it’s our fault-” Bucky begins, but Nick cuts him off.

“That’s a very heroic effort, Sergeant Barnes, but unfortunately, it isn’t going to work. I can’t let any of you go, lest you spill my secrets.” He opens the door and gestures. Three armed men come storming in, each grabbing hold of one of the trio, despite their protests. “You know, I really am sorry it has to be like this.” Nick sighs. “But you should’ve just kept your noses out of things.”

Author’s note: Because I couldn’t decide how to end this fic, and I also couldn’t choose someone for the reader to end up with, I’ve decided to let you choose yourselves. So...choose your ending:

Bucky’s ending or Nick’s ending.

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