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Catch and Release - 1

Catch and Release: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  2418

Rating:  M

Square filled: @buckybarnesbingo​ - K4, Survival in the Wild, @happystevebingo​ - “You’re so warm.”, @star-spangled-bingo​ - Kinky Confessions

Warnings:  Sex talk, minor injuries

Synopsis:  While tracking rogue HYDRA Agents through the wilderness, you push yourself too far and collapse.  While Steve and Bucky stop with you to recover, some secrets come out.

Chapter 1: The Hunt

You trudged along after Steve and Bucky.  You had been walking for days through canyons and remote woodlands trying to keep track of the rogue HYDRA agents that you were trying to catch.  The fact you were not a supersoldier was starting to catch up with you.  Your legs were burning and the lack of breaks and the relatively short stops to sleep was making you a little delirious.

Steve and Bucky didn’t seem to be showing signs of even slowing down.   They’d stop, look around the area.  Make a decision on what direction the HYDRA agents had gone and continue on the trail.

“I think we’re starting to box them in,”  Bucky said.  “They’re being very predictable.   Every move is what my handlers would have done if they were being hunted too.”

Steve brought up a holographic map of the area and you leaned against a tree and took a long drink from your canteen.  You were starting to feel useless in this whole situation.  When it had started you were keeping up, ordering them around, figuring out little signs of false leads before they did. It’s why they had you with them.  Now, it was taking all your concentration just to keep moving.

“If we call Tony and Nat in here -”  Steve said pointing to an area on the map.  “-and Sam and Rhodey here, that’ll cover both feasible exits.”

Bucky nodded.  “Yeah, that’d be what they do.  There’s no way they’re going to try and scale this with us following them.”  Bucky said pointing to another area.  “And if they double back we’ve got them.”

Steve tapped something out on the tablet and tucked it back away and both men began to walk again.  You shook your head like you were trying to clear it and took after them.  Only this time your legs didn’t seem to want to cooperate.  You tripped over your own feet and went sprawling.

Bucky and Steve both stopped suddenly and looked back at you.  After the initial shock of seeing you sprawled out on the ground, Steve was the first to react, moving quickly to your side.  “What just happened?  Are you okay?”

You tried to pull yourself up, but now you were down, you didn’t seem to be able to get back up.  “I can’t… You should both go on.  I can’t keep up with the pace you’re setting.  I need to recover.”  You said, trying to stay rational despite the fact you actually felt like you were going to cry.  “I’ll - I’ll call in an evac.”

Bucky moved to your other side but unlike Steve who was crouched beside you and checking you over for injuries, he remained slightly distant and standing.  “Why didn’t you say something?”  He asked, pulling out a protein bar and offering it to you.  “We could have slowed down.”

You took it shook your head.  “Didn’t want to be the reason they got away.”

“Oh god,” Steve said.  “We’re sorry.  I guess we get used to the pace we set.  Next time say something.  You’re no good like this either.”

“Good news is, the HYDRA agents aren’t super-soldiers either.  So they’re probably in a similar state to you.”  Bucky added.

“I’m sorry,” you said taking a bite of the bar.  “You can really leave me though.”

“No,” Steve said. “We can’t.  We don’t leave people behind.”

“It’s nearly dark.  We could probably set up camp.”  Bucky said, more talking to Steve than you.  “Those agents are probably going to be struggling too.”

Steve gave a short nod and brought up the tablet again.  He quickly typed something up and put it away again.  “Alright.  We need to find somewhere.”  He said.  “You okay if I carry you?”

“I can walk.”  You protested.

“I know.  You’re a very tough field agent.  But it’ll be quicker if I carry you.”  He said, sounding far too reasonable when talking about something that was so fucking embarrassing.

“Fine,” you pouted.

Steve put your arm around his shoulders and lifted you.  Bucky took the lead and the two of them carried on through the underbrush, following the trail left by the HYDRA agents.  They reached a clearing near a brook.  Bucky took off his pack and started digging around in it while Steve put you down on the ground.

Bucky pulled out a retractable bow and got up and stretched.  “Gonna do a sweep,” he said.  “Find something to eat, see if I can spot them.”

“Alright, not as good Hawkeye.”  You teased.

Bucky rolled his eyes and flipped his middle finger at you before stalking off into the trees.  Steve began to massage your calves.

“Sorry for pushing you so hard.”  He said.  “Get all ‘head in the game’ sometimes.”

You gave a small shrug.  “So did I apparently.  We’ll still get them, right?”

Steve nodded.  “They had a huge lead on us, but like Bucky said, they’ve been really predictable.  Even if I had to piggyback you and we had no one to funnel them into we’d personally be right on top of them within a day.  Less if they’re struggling like you are.”

You huffed and lay back against your pack.  “That’s something, I guess.”

“Alright.  So, you need to eat and rehydrate.  Sleep.  Do we have any of those heat packs?”   Steve said, quickly changing modes again.  He took his hands off you and as much as you hated being babied, you hated his hands coming off you more.  They had felt so good, working your muscles and now it almost felt like there was something missing.

He dug around in his pack and pulled out a medical kit.  “Oh good,” he said opening it and pulling out a couple of heat packs.  He pressed the button to activate them and tossed them over to you, before going and getting some water from the brook.

You put the heat packs on your thighs and began to eat some jerky as you watched Steve fuss around the camp, setting up sleeping bags.  Getting out a couple of small camp stoves and boiling water.  He set up a net in the water and a series of rocks to funnel the rush of water into it.  When he seemed to have everything how he wanted he came back over to you and began massaging your legs again.  The sun had mostly set and there was a chill to the air.

“Hopefully, Buck is back soon.”  He said as his fingers pushed the tension out of your muscles.

You relaxed a little and closed your eyes.  “How long have the two of you been together?”

“Me and Buck?”  He said a slightly shocked tone to his voice you assumed was due to the question coming out of the blue.  “Uhh… hmm… I guess it’s coming up to three years since we made it official.  It’s hard to say exactly where you count it from though.  We were dancing around each other since we were kids.”

You chuckled.  “That’s cute.”

“I guess so.  Childhood sweethearts, I guess you’d say.  If you could call him a sweetheart.”  He joked.  “I’ve only been with him… you know…?”

“Oh wow.”  You said opening your eyes.  “You don’t ever wonder what else the world has to offer?”

Steve shrugged.  “I mean, sure, I wonder about it.  Buck…”  He cut himself off and laughed awkwardly.  “Wow, that was nearly a too much information story.”

You raised your eyebrows at him.  “Wow, Steve Rogers nearly got all dirty talk with me.  Wait until I tell the others.”

He chuckled and his cheeks flushed a soft pink.  “Oh boy, Tony’s gonna have fun with that.”

His hands moved higher up your thighs and you let out an involuntary moan as the tension released in them.

“That was quite a noise,” Bucky teased, stepping out of the shadows.

You jumped a little, still unused to the way Bucky could just appear out of nowhere like a cat.  Steve barely even reacted aside from looking up and smiling at him.  He had the bow on his back and in his hand, there was a bird and two rabbits that had been skinned and gutted

“You trying to fulfill some of those fantasies, Stevie?”

“Wait, what?”  You asked looking from Steve to Bucky.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something and Steve quickly shushed him.  “Buck.”  He said seriously.  The name carried a warning to say no more, which made you wonder even more what that was supposed to mean.

“So, they had already set up camp over the ridge.  The idiots had started a fire so I barely even had to look for them.  I’d say they’re about a 6-hour walk.  2 hours if I just sprinted over there.  So I just set up a surveillance cam and FRIDAY will let us know if they move.”  Bucky said.

“You’re sure they’re there and it’s not a distraction?”  Steve asked.

“Yeah, I saw them.  All of them.  Counted them off.”  Bucky said the edge of sarcasm to his voice.  “I also caught a grouse and two rabbits.  I think we can probably start a fire here now it’s dark.  It’s pretty thick underbrush around us and they are not in the eye line for us.  But we can use the camp stoves to cook if you want to avoid the risk.”

Steve let go of your legs and stood up.  “No, I trust your instinct.  Be easier to cook those on a fire too.”  He said.  “I set up a fish trap.  You want to check that and I’ll start the fire?”

“You just don’t want to gut the fish, do you?”  Bucky teased moving over to the water.

Steve didn’t say anything, which you took to mean, yes.  Instead, he went right to clearing an area for a fire and setting it up with rocks and kindling.  You went to stand and help and both Steve and Bucky looked over at you with narrowed eyes.  “What do you think you’re doing?”  Bucky asked.

“Helping?”

“No,” Steve said, firmly.  “Sit back down.  You need to recover.  We still have walking tomorrow.”

“Fine.”  You huffed, letting yourself flop back down.

It wasn’t long before a fire was crackling and the three of you were sitting around it eating a mixture of the roast meats and dehydrated vegetables the three of you had been carrying with you.

“You guys are good at this tracking, wilderness survival stuff,” you said, taking a drink of the tea Steve had made.  “Why did you need me to come along again?”

“Well, when you’re not weak from exhaustion and dehydration, you’re actually better than us at this,”  Steve said.  “I hate this stuff.”

“Yeah?”  You asked, not quite believing it.  They were more than capable.

“Oh yeah, Steve is a total city slicker.”  Bucky teased.  “And I’m not much better.  I know this stuff because I had it drilled into me, but…” he flinched and shook his head.  “Gotta go pretty dark for it to come naturally to me.  Otherwise, I’m just bumbling around like Barton.”

You laughed.  “That’s what it is!”  You said clicking your fingers.  “I can never get used to you stalking out of the shadows.  It’s because at the compound you trip over your own shoelaces.”

Bucky looked at you deadpan.  “Thanks.”

“Sorry, I failed you.”  You said with a frown.

“Hey, cut that out,”  Steve said.  “You’re human.  This is our fault for forgetting that.”  He got up and tossed the bones from his food into the fire and then grabbed the plates and took them to the brook to wash them.  “We should get some sleep.  They’ll be up early so we need to be up earlier.”

Bucky nodded and the two of you got up and cleaned up too.  You climbed into your sleeping bag.  “It’s cold tonight.”  You said.

“We might be able to help with that,”  Bucky said, moving his sleeping bag close to yours.  He lay down pressed up against you and Steve moved in, lying on your other side so you were pressed in between them.

“You’re so warm.”  You hummed softly.

“The serum makes our metabolism run fast,”  Steve said.  “Should keep you warm.”

“Thank you.”  You said, closing your eyes.  Steve leaned over you and kissed Bucky gently.  You smiled at the soft sound of their lips touching before he pulled back again.  “Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”  Steve asked.

“Tell me the things you both were going to say and then didn’t.”  You said playfully.

“Really?  You’re gonna pick at that?”  He snarked.

“Mmm-hmm.”  You said.  “I just want to know.”

“Yeah, Steve,” Bucky teased.  “Tell her.”

“I think there are sexual harassment laws that might prevent me from doing that,”  Steve said.  “I mean… even if I wanted to.”

“Oh my god!”  You said and burst out laughing.  “Now you have to tell me.”

“I’m not sure that tracks.”  He argued.

“Steve, I’m just gonna wonder forever!”

He sighed and shook his head.  “Fine, but I’m doing it under duress.  And then you have to sleep.”

Bucky started to laugh and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.  “There you go, Stevie.”

“So… I told you Bucky’s the only one I’ve ever been with,”  Steve said sounding flustered.  “The joke he made about me fulfilling some of my fantasies is that like I said I do wonder about what it’s like with other people.  Women specifically.”

“Not just any women.”  Bucky teased.

“Shut.  Up.”  Steve said between his teeth.  “And the thing I was going to say but didn’t was that sometimes our foreplay is Bucky talking about what being with a woman feels like and describing threesomes and asking who I’d like to have a threesome with.  And … that’s it.  I can’t talk about this anymore.”

“Aww look at you, pal.”  Bucky teased and leaned over and kissed Steve’s forehead.  “Admitting your fantasies to other people.”

“That was awful,”  Steve grumbled.

You reached up and touched Steve’s cheek.  His skin was hot and you thought he must be blushing.  “Steve,” you whispered.  “When we get back if you wanna make them not fantasies any more… You know where to find me.”

Steve choked on air and started coughing, and you felt Bucky’s hand on your hip.  His lips came close to your ear and when he spoke it was in a low rumble.  “When we get back, we might just take you up on that.”

// NEXT

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[eirlyssa]

Bewitched

A fill for square Y5 - Magic of my @buckybarnesbingo​, as well as a fill for the @tonystarkbingo​ November flash 002 - “Witches/Witchcraft” - WinterIron - General Audiences.

Based on this Tumblr post.

Every single person in town knew about Tony. Incredibly attractive, insanely wealthy, astonishingly intelligent… and magical. It was difficult to find someone who was not fascinated with him, and his list of suitors went on and on.

Unfortunately, there had been one too many incidents with people trying to get into his good graces on false pretenses. His experiences had made him hesitant about getting close to people, let alone close enough to get romantically involved. As much as people tried, he couldn’t stop wondering if it was truly who they were, or if they were pretending in order to get something from him.

So he came up with a plan - he let all of his admirers know that he would marry the person who would enter his house with the key he’d attached to his cat’s collar.

For the first few weeks, it could best be described as a hunt. People fell over one another to try to catch the cat any way they could. But it was too smart, too fast, and it got away every time. No one even managed to get close to the cat, though there were a few people it would tolerate - notably, those who would not chase it too fiercely, though it was still wary around them.

Bucky had long ago figured out he didn’t stand a chance. Oh, he was certainly attracted to the other man, but a one-armed traumatized veteran didn’t even come close to being what Tony deserved.

So he herded his goats, and he watched as others tried and failed to catch the cat. He worried, sometimes, that they would hurt it, but it always managed to get away before that happened.

And then, one day, he found it watching him. At a distance, certainly, and it stiffened the moment it realized Bucky had noticed it, but it was just… there. He hummed, keeping his voice calm like he always did with skittish animals. “Wanted some rest from the hunt today, didn’t you? Don’t worry - I’ll keep my distance, you just relax.”

He stuck to that promise, keeping his distance and focusing on his goats. By the time evening fell and he had to return to the hut that was all he could afford, the cat was a lot more relaxed in his presence.

Despite that, he hadn’t expected it to come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that. But come back it did, sunbathing as Bucky took care of his goats the best he could. As the days went on, he found he’d started talking to the cat. Nothing big at first, just introducing his goats and telling the cat about them. And then he started mentioning thoughts he was having. And before he knew it, he was telling the cat about losing his arm as he tried his best to breathe through the panic.

Without warning, there was a warm weight sitting in his lap. The cat, looking up at him with what appeared to be concern, purring softly. Bucky was distracted enough that his breathing started to slow down, no longer a point of focus.

Instead, he looked reverently down at the cat. He didn’t think it had ever been this close to anyone else, except maybe Tony himself. But here it was, sitting in his lap, helping him out, and the feeling was indescribable.

Trembling, he reached out and touched that soft fur, stroking gently. The cat purred louder, nuzzling its head into his hand, and Bucky felt himself melt. “You’re a sweetheart, you know that? So sweet, helping me out, such a great cat,” he murmured, mesmerized by the smoothness of its coat on his work-rough hand. “So soft, so gorgeous, he must take great care of you.”

Still, he didn’t touch the key. It wasn’t about that, not right now. Instead, they sat together quietly in the warm sun, Bucky keeping up his gentle petting and the cat keeping up its soothing purring.

He’d expected it to be an exception, because he’d been panicking, but the cat kept coming back, coming close and allowing him to touch it. Which he did, happily - but he never touched the key, didn’t even make a motion as though he’d grab it.

They were sitting in the warm sun together, watching Bucky’s goats, when the cat pressed its neck into Bucky’s petting hands. Somehow, it managed to make its “mrow” sound like a question.

“Why I’m not taking it?” he asked, looking down at where the cat looked at him with inquisitive eyes. He should’ve figured that the familiar of someone as magical as Tony wouldn’t be any regular cat. “It’s… He did this to find someone good. Someone worthy. And I can’t say how much I’ve appreciated your presence, or how much I’d like to get to know him better, but… I sincerely doubt I’m the kind of person he’d like to have showing up with that key. I don’t want to walk into that house and… and have him look at me with disappointment.”

A headbutt pulled him out of his thoughts, and he smiled sadly down at the cat. “I just want him to smile, you know? Someone as amazing as him deserves to be happy.”

Suddenly, instead of a cat, it was Tony in his lap. Speechless, Bucky stared.

“I’d like to think we could make one another happy?” Tony said and, despite everything, he sounded almost shy. There was no mistaking the hopeful look in those beautiful eyes, though, or the way that he had willingly spent his time with Bucky these past weeks.

So, a little hesitant despite it all, Bucky reached out his one hand and took Tony’s, whose fingers interlaced with his like they were made to fit together. “I… I’d like to try,” he admitted.

When Tony smiled brightly, his entire being lighting up, he figured they were off to a good start at least.

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[writemarvelousthings]

Operation Babysitters

Name of piece: Operation Babysitters

Square filled: Bed-sharing

Rating: (General) 

Warnings: A lot of fluff and slight pining. 

Summary: You’ve been asked to babysit Steve and Peggy's daughter with Bucky, how will you cope with your feelings for Bucky when you have to look after a mischievous three-year-old with a stubborn streak? 

Created for: @buckybarnesbingo

A/N: Listen I LOVE the bed-sharing troupe but I wanted to put my own spin on this. Slightly AU as this is set after CATFA and everyone survived and lived on happily. I love 40s!Bucky and I’ve wanted to write something for him for the longest time! I hope you all enjoy! Big, big thank you to @bucky-plums-barnes for helping me brainstorm this idea!! 

Gif not mine made by the amazing Gen! Thank you, darling!

You smiled at the tiny blonde head of curls running around her ‘uncles’ feet.

“Sarah honey you gotta slow down, Uncle Bucky isn’t as young as he used to be” under normal circumstances Bucky would have told Steve exactly where to go. But with ‘delicate’ ears around Bucky's response was more guarded. A warning stare and a soft grunt as the tiny toddler slammed into his legs.

“Darling please be careful” in all the years you had known Peggy she still managed to look glamorous. Even caked in mud on the front line in France not even her lipstick smudged. Feeling a wave of self-consciousness you wiped your sweaty palms down the front of your navy slacks, the peach blouse was new and probably not the most ideal item to wear chasing a three-year-old around for the next few hours.

“Ah come on Peg, we'll be fine” you grin at the brunette who gives you a questionable look.

“Yeah, we’ve taken down secret Hydra bases with Captain America we got this” Bucky slapped his right hand on Steve’s shoulder. The action drew your attention to the lack of limb on his left, you had all pleaded with him to talk to Stark. Amazing advances have been made since his fall,  but his answer was always the same.

“But it would clash with my rugged good looks. Plus I could still take your punk ass with one arm any day of the week Stevie”

Every time his response would ignite the same reaction inside you.

“You’re perfect to me, I don’t care if you had three arms or no arms. I love you regardless”

Steve rolls his eyes, shoving Bucky’s arm off his shoulder, a small scuffle ensues as you scoop Sarah up in your arms. Brushing her blonde curls away from her big brown eyes you still marvel at how much she was a perfect blend of her parents.

“You be good for your Aunt and Uncle my darling” Sarah giggled as her Mother pressed her red lips to her pudgy cheeks. Not a trace of lipstick transfer insight, Steve presses two kisses to his daughter's nose and cheek.

“Behave Pumpkin, I want a good report when we get back okay?” Sarah grinned give a tiny mock salute that melts your heart.

“Bye Mama, bye Pa” you hitch Sarah higher on your hip, waving as Steve pulls out of the driveway and peels out into the slowly setting sun.

“Now how do you girls feel about spaghetti for dinner?” You give Bucky a grin as Sarah squeals at the prospect wiggling out of your arms and padding towards the kitchen.

“Spaghetti?” You arch a brow at him, closing the door with a soft thud following the never-ending energy that was Sarah Rogers.

“What? It’s the only thing I can cook. Plus I know you’re good with your hands 24” your stomach flips, pausing in the hallway.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice is soft, the lamp lighting bathing him in a warm glow. Hair free of gel, falling in soft curls around his forehead.

“Sorry, it’s just... no one has called me that in a long time” Agent 24 was your code name during the War, once the SSR disbanded there was no need to keep it during your new role at Shield. Taking the title Special Agent or simply Blackbird. The name Agent 24 brought back a flood of memories, not all of them good. The day Bucky was found half-frozen caked in blood springing to the forefront of your mind.

“Hey it’s okay, I get it” the warm hand on your hip brought you back to present day so fast it almost gave you whiplash. Your lips form a tight smile as you gently pat your hand on top of Bucky’s, he squeezes his fingers into the fabric of your trousers and for a moment. Just a moment, you allow yourself to fall deeper into the security of his sky blue eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you..” your eyes fell to Bucky’s lips, the pink tip of his tongue poking out for a brief moment as he swallowed thickly.

“Auntie (Y/N) I can’t find my colours” the high trill of Sarah’s voice snapped you both out of the warm fog clouding your minds.

“Coming sweetie” giving Bucky once last smile you reluctantly come to the three-year-olds rescue plucking her box of crayons off the bookshelf.

                                                          ~~~

For the rest of the night, you couldn’t help your mind wander back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the hallway, brushing Sarah’s hair back gently you smiled watching the young girl face the battle all children face every day. Trying to stay awake. You nudge Bucky slightly making him tear his eyes away from his place of The Princess and the Pea. Sarah Rogers had a stubborn streak to her (Bucky swears it’s because she’s a Rogers and Rogers have universally known thick skulls)

“Peanut I think it’s time for bed” Bucky gently snapped the book closed with his hand. Gently passing it across to you to place on her bedside table. The small bed was a squeeze normally with you and Sarah on it. Adding Bucky’s broad frame it was almost ridiculous. Both you and Bucky had a leg placed on the ground to anchor yourselves.

“One more.. pwless Unkle Buck”

“Your Pa will have my other arm if he finds your still awake when they get home” you chuckle as Sarah turns her big brown eyes up to her Uncle.

“Will you stay wif me?” You slowly start to detangle yourself from the two of them. The wireless calling your name as you knew Sarah favoured Bucky staying with her while she fell asleep.

“Both of you” the sound of the tiny pleading voice rooted you to the spot, throwing a slightly panicked look to Bucky who shrugged helplessly.

“Of course honey” it took a few tries but both you and Bucky found yourself looking face into each other. The small body wedged firmly against you. Sarah’s face presses up against Bucky’s chest and suddenly you felt very jealous of the three-year-old.

“Would you have guessed during those years in Europe we’d end up here?” You almost didn’t catch Bucky’s soft low voice, finding yourself too lost in his eyes.

“What, all of us safe and alive living the lives we deserve?” You chuckle, shifting slightly to lay your head on the pillow.

“Yeah, kinda scary if you think about it” you smile knowingly, glancing down watching Sarah’s breathing evening out.

“So what did you..”

“Before when I said..” biting your lip you watch as a slight flush crosses Bucky’s cheek.

“James Buchanan Barnes, are you blushing?”

“Don’t tell anyone, I got a reputation to maintain”

“Your secret is safe with me” something in Bucky’s eyes changes, a softness you’d only seen reserved for Sarah. It makes your throat dry up and your palms sweat, subconsciously you wipe a hand against your pants. The moment goes unnoticed by Bucky who gently takes your hand in his, your fingers naturally lacing together.

“I wanted to ask you something, but the moment never felt right. Watching you take on those five Hydra guards, I just knew you were something else. A woman that could hold her own but had this other side to her, the side you show Sarah” you could feel your throat constricting as you squeeze Bucky’s hand.

“Oh James..”

“Just let me get this out darlin, cause if I don’t I never will. I know we’ve known each other for a long time. You’ve.. you’ve been there for me through my worst and I just.. I’d really like to take you out one and maybe I can call you my girl one day…” you try and open your mouth but you realise Bucky is on a roll.

“And if you don’t want that. If you want to call me a stupid one arm idiot you can because I’d rather be your friend than loose.... Ommpf” Bucky’s rant was cut short but the press of your lips to his, eyes comically widen before slowly closing leaning into you slightly. You could feel your heart explode in pure joy, years of longing and yearning for the man you were completely and utterly head over heels for had finally come to a beautiful crescendo.

“Mmm,” the soft high pitched hum was like a bucket of cold ice being poured over you as Sarah shifted in her sleep. Quickly you both pulled away, horrified at the thought of Sarah waking up.

“Let’s not tell Steve about that one” You presses your face in the pillow, muffling your laughter as Bucky chuckled softly. Once you had calmed your heart down to a normal beating rhythm you turn to look at Bucky, his warm smile greeting you.

“I’d love to be your girl one day Bucky” the warm smile turned blinding.

“I’d really like that Darlin”

                                                           ~~~

“I’m sorry Steve but I’m the Director I can’t not talk to him”

“But he’s infuriating Peg, I’ve seen filing cabinets with more charisma!”

“You’re always so dramatic” Peggy can’t help shaking her head at her husband.

“Yeah but you married me didn’t you,” the brown eyebrow arching says all Steve needs to know as he wraps an arm around his wife’s waist.

“A decision I still debate was a good one or not”

“Careful Mrs Rogers” Peggy pushes Steve in the middle of his chest, still mindful of there house guests. Not wanting them to walk into their compromises position.

“Where are Bucky and (Y/N)?” the quiet of the house alerting the two of them.

“They’ll be around, I’ll check on Sarah” Steve leans down, capturing Peggy in a kiss laced with a promise of later. Silently opening his daughter's bedroom door Steve shakes his head affectionately, there on his daughter's bed, with no sign of said daughter he noticed. Was his best friend and the woman he had been pining for since ‘43. Bucky’s right arm thrown over (Y/N)’s waist, his face pressed against the back of her neck as the sleep soundly.

“Steve” Peggy’s voice draws Steve’s attention to their shared room, moving across the hall Steve smirks as his daughter curls up against his pillow. Waving Peggy’s confused expression as she investigates Sarah’s room Steve gently rouses his sleeping daughter, his heart-melting as those big brown eyes blink up at him.

“Hey Pumpkin, I take it the mission went well?” Sarah nods, scooting onto Steve’s lap pressing her face into his chest.

“Mmhm, did just what you said Pa”

“Do you mean to tell me you used our daughter as a pawn in getting our friends together?” Steve at least had the decency to look sheepishly towards his wife.

“Some people need a little push Mommy” Peggy gave a fake sign of annoyance. Her daughter was more like her father every day.

“Guess we’re all sharing the bed tonight then” Steve pouted slightly as Sarah gave a small cry of joy, making herself comfortable in the middle of the large bed.

“Don’t look so offended Captain, consider this your punishment for meddling”

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[ruckystarnes]

Characters: Bucky Barens, Reader Rogers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus!Reader Rogers

Warnings: angst, Smut - semi-public sex, fingering

Words: 3,211

Square Filled/Daily Challenge/Prompt: B4 - Kink: Public Bathrooms

Written for/Dedicated to:  @buckybarnesbingo / @sorryimacrapwriter

A/N: So, most of this chapter was written to Ride by Chase Rice on repeat (it’s my favorite song to listen to when I write smut). Also, I’m sorry i’ve been so under the weather that I couldn’t post this when I wanted to. Sorry for leaving this on a cliff???

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Y/N could feel all the blood drain from her face.

“Y-you couldn’t have possibly…”

The words died on her lips as she watched him lean back and crossed his arms, making the leather jacket he wore creak slightly. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes looked her over as if to make sure she was okay.

“You come here---expect me to believe that you---you are just---”

“Just what, Lil’ Bit?”

“Stop calling me that. You haven’t been here for almost two decades, James. Two. Decades. You haven’t even written in forever.” Y/N’s chest started to rise rapidly as all the emotions she had felt in the last dozen years came crashing over her. “Do you realize how much that hurt? Then you waltz in here like nothing happened and that I haven’t changed a bit? News flash, James. I’m not the same girl you left all those years ago.” 

She couldn’t believe how much her voice was cracking and she needed a distraction, but unfortunately all she could bring herself to look at was him; he was the only thing in the world that could calm her down. It was the first time she noticed he wore a black leather glove over his left hand, complementing the biker jacket he wore, but only on his left hand. His hand clenched and moved to his lap and cleared his throat, making her gaze snap back up at his eyes. The way he was looking at her made her bite her lower lip and shift in her chair. She swore she saw him stiffen, his eyes flick down to her lips, but she had to have imagined it. 

“Um, I think...I think we---I mean I---should go. You don’t have to be pity company for me,” she sighed, getting up slowly and took her jacket. “Goodbye James.”

She didn’t wait for his response and walked down the small hallway to the door of the women’s bathroom. She looked at her reflection and frowned at her flushed face. She turned on the water, splashing cold onto her face, hoping to get herself together before facing the man responsible. She was mad at him but at the same time her body just wanted to jump in his lap and kiss him, and her heart was happy to see he was actually alive and not a ghost.

“You sure about this?” Bucky asked, pulling away from the heated kiss he and Y/N shared in the cab of his truck. His hand moved through her hair, his eyes soft on her as his breath mingled with hers.

She nodded, her fingers moving over the open button-up he wore over the black v-neck. “You’re graduating in a month,” she whispered, eyes closing softly, “and I want you.” She looked up at him with innocent eyes, scooting closer to him with her bottom lip between her teeth. 

Bucky let out a harsh sigh and she knew he was fighting an internal battle she wasn’t privy to, but she had a guess. He took her hands in his, the sweatband on his left obscured the tattoo he had and never shared with anyone, and brought both to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. 

“You’ll wait for me to get home. Is that want you want?” he asked softly, pulling her to him so she was pressed against his chest. “You’re not quite sixteen yet. Two years waiting for someone who might not be your ---”

“Stop,” she growled, pressing a finger she flexed out to his lips, “You’re it for me Bucky. I don’t care what some stupid tattoo thing is suppose to say. I love you.”

“You���re fifteen--”

“And we’ve been together for almost two years. If you think this isn’t supposed to be...you had plenty of time to tell me different. You said I wasn’t--”

“A stand in, I know. I just don’t want you to throw someone more worthy to the side because you made a promise to wait with the chance that we might not be meant to be.”

Y/N looked at their joined hands and worried her lip. She knew it was a lot to do with her still having years of school left before he came back; the chance she might have a complete tattoo before he served his time for their country was still there.

“I choose you, James Barnes. I don’t need this to prove to me that you’re the one for me. We will be one of those couples that states that a tattoo doesn’t mean an unhappy life.”

“You’re very optimistic, you know that?” he chuckled, pulling her close and kissed the tip of her nose.

“You’re best friends with my brother, you should know that we share more than just our parents,” she sighed in mock frustration. She was about to add more when he captured her lips in a slow, meaningful kiss, letting her hands go to thread his fingers into her hair. 

“I’ll come back home to you, Lil’ Bit,” he whispered, his thumbs moving gently over her temples as he pressed his forehead against hers, lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“You better,” she rasped. Her fingers gripped the opened shirt again and pulled him towards her as she leaned back against the door. “Until then, kiss me senseless.”

The memory made her cheeks flush more. It was the last time they were able to be alone as graduation preparations and his own family demanded most of his free time; the little they were able to get was mostly spent around others. But that night in his truck, where she lost her innocence to the man who she loved, still love, kept her going for a few years after. Keeping her hopes high that he was still coming home to her.

But life wasn’t fair. He wasn’t fair. He never came back for her, never even broke it off with her. He depended on time to do the erasure of him from her life. Then he thought he could come back, waltz in like he was just a friend where no time or drama had transpired, and that she wouldn’t hate him. No, it wasn’t hate; her heart still thumped ferociously seeing him. 

She cursed as she patted her face dry, hearing the door open, moving slightly to give the new person some room, as the sink was on the other side of the door. She turned around, bumping into a broad chest and the scent of pine and spice. It didn’t take a second for her to realize that it was Bucky. He reached behind him to throw the lock on the door, eyes looking down at her as his mouth set in a firm line. He slowly grabbed her left hand, bring it up so he could look at her wrist which made her Y/N pull slightly back, not wanting him to see that she was still alone.

“Let go,” she seethed, pulling against his steel grip. “I don’t want to see you anymore, James.”

“Huh,” he huffed, making her heart stop as she steeled herself for his mocking or pity. “I needed to check.”

“Yeah, I know. Poor Y/N Rogers is an ol’ maid,” she grumbled, pulling her hand harder, but he still held her hand firmly. His laugh made her cheeks reddened even more, this time in anger. “I’m glad you find that funny, you jerkass,” she bit out, looking towards the side towards the floor. She didn’t want to see the look he could possibly have on his face.

“I don’t find the ol’ maid comment funny, just that you think you’re single,” he replied, his voice husky, his breath fanning her face. She looked up at him, perplexed. He turned her wrist towards her, making her jaw drop slightly. The dark howling wolf she had on her skin was now shadowing a vibrant orange fox sitting regally. “Remember, I left before your tattoo would call to me,” he added, backing her into the vanity. He finally dropped her hand so he could cup her face with both of his, the leather still sheathing his left. 

“How did you not know back at the table?” she asked, feeling stupid she didn’t feel anything either.

He bit his lip and pulled off the glove, revealing a scarred hand. “Skin grafts don’t bring back my tattoo, but it will give me my wolf even if it’s kind of shoddy.” Her eyes focused on the black mess of the mirrored wolf that she felt had plagued her every day since she was sixteen. “Sure, yours isn’t there anymore, but I think this is proof enough, don’t you think?” His lips quirk in a quick grin before he claimed her mouth with his in a searing kiss, and when she gasped, his tongue slipped in, exploring her mouth in a mixture of passion and tenderness.

Her fingers gripped his jacket, pulling him closer to her as his hands moved over her shoulders then held her hips, deepening the kiss. The clean, woodsy scent of him was overwhelming when it was mixed with his taste, slightly sweet and earthy. Even though she was mad at him a moment ago, the kiss washed everything from her mind. Y/N couldn’t help but moan lightly, her knees feeling weak as she melted into him further. She felt him lift her effortlessly, setting her down on the vanity while his lips moved to her neck, placing soft kisses and light nips along her sensitive skin. 

“And you still look the same to me,” he breathed and placed a soft kiss to her jaw, “you’re still beautiful.”

“Bucky,” she sighed, her fingers moving to thread into his dark hair, dragging her nails over his scalp which made him growl and grip her harder. Her eyes opened slightly, peeking at the two animals again, the fox still vibrant. It didn’t feel quite real to her yet, even with his thumbs slipping under the hem of her tank, grazing her soft skin there.

“I love how you say my name,” he murmured against the crook of her neck, lips brushing softly, “always did. I was hoping this fox was yours, but I was so scared of the day you turn sixteen.”

Y/N managed enough sense to pull back, her hands cupping his face. “You still had no right to avoid me all these years. To write me off,” she whispered, eyes hooded as his hands slid further up under her shirt, his hands hot against her bare sides. He made is so hard to be mad at him when he was touching her. She couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him as fiercely as she could, pressing her body into him silently asking him for more. When he moved his hands downward, she growled, not wanting him to make this less heated, not when her body was asking for more. But when his touch scorched her bare thighs just below the hem of her skirt, she couldn’t hold back the gasp.

“Eighteen years,” he breathed, his hands squeezing her thighs before sliding his right one up further, fingers grazing along the seam of her lace panties as his forehead rested against hers. “I don’t think I can wait another day without you.” She could hear the warning in his words, that if they kept going, she might not be able to show her face in the bar again due to embarrassment.

But this was her fated soulmate. Her tattoo was now complete with a childhood friend being the one she was destined for. Her hand moved to wrap around his wrist and gently moved his hand so he was cupping her core, making herself gasp.

“Then don’t wait,” she replied, her voice thick with sultry heat as she was overcome with the need to be with him. Her eyes looked into his, licking her bottom lip between her teeth. Her core ached as she waited for his next move.

“I should explain--”

“Explain later. I want you James Barnes. I wanted it to be you in so many ways, especially since our last time together.”

There was a moment where they looked at each other, Y/N with nothing but acceptance and love, but Bucky seemed to be fighting an internal battle she didn’t know what it was about. Before she could ask, his lips were on hers again, his tongue swiping into her mouth in a tender possessive way that was uniquely him. It was exactly how she remembered him except more experienced. She could feel his fingers move against her clothed core, teasing her the only way he could.

“I should confess that I’ve been with others,” he panted as he moved to kiss her neck, along her jaw and behind her ear, anywhere he could as his pulled her panties to the side to run a calloused finger through her folds.

“Me too,” she replied breathlessly. Her mind was trying to focus on what he was making her feel but it wandered with his confession that other women got to hold him, kiss him, make his body tremble like it was now.

“No one compared to you.” It was like he could sense her worries, his eyes focused on her. 

She leaned into him and kissed him feverishly, her hands pulling him close as her hips moved awkwardly against his fingers, afraid if she tried for more she would fall into the sink. His other arm moved to hold her to him as he began to circle her clit, making her eyes close slightly, biting back a moan.

“Let me hear you,” he whispered as he stilled his movements. She whined slightly making the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “You’ll get more if you promise to give me everything.”

Y/N couldn’t help but wriggle against his hand because his words made her wetter than she ever could remember. “You have me,” she whispered, leaning back against his arm knowing he had her. Her eyes held his gaze as she let her head hang back, giving him a view of her neck and chest. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw him swallow hard.

His finger recommenced its torturous circling, varying the pressure and direction before he slipped it down to her dripping entrance, looking at her in a silent asking of permission, to which she nodded. She gasped when he slipped his finger in her waiting heat, curling against the spot that only he knew existed in her. 

“You still like that,” he chuckled lowly, continuing to stroke her with his deft finger as his thumb continued to stroke her clit. She could only whimper, her hands moving to his shoulders so she could keep her balance.

So many nights Y/N has dreamt of this moment where they met again, but this was far better than her imagine could ever concoct. Instead of the clean shaven, slightly built boy she gave herself to, Bucky was now this hunk of pristine beefcake with a rough around the edges look that worked for him. And it worked for her too.

She couldn’t keep the moan back as his lips found her pulse, sucking on her skin slowly as he added another finger to her. 

“Fuck,” she mewled, her head coming forward to rest on his shoulder, rolling her hips into his hand. She didn’t want to know how wanton she looked as she sat at the edge of the sink with her legs spread wide for him.

“So responsive,” Bucky rasped, his breath hot against her ear as his arm tightened around her and moved her closer to the wall where the vanity had a wider ledge for her to rest on. His fingers continued to work her, bringing her closer to her release until her fingers dug into his side and came around his fingers. He tilted her head up, taking her lips in a slow, heady kiss as he carried on with his ministrations. She could barely breathe as she fell from the high but felt another build.

“B-bucky, please,” she whispered, “need you. Now.” Her fingers pulled at his shirt, her mind focused solely on having him completely, but before he could answer there was a loud knock on the bathroom door, snapping them both out of the intimate moment.

“Be right out,” Y/N called with a shaky voice, pushing Bucky away from her so she could get down. After adjusting her skirt slightly and gave him a sheepish smile. “We can go back to my place,” she added in a whisper. She maneuvered around him and unlocked the door to reveal an older gentleman with handsome features and blond hair that grayed on the sides.

“I see you got re-acquainted,” he smiled pleasantly but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m Major Alexander Pierce, your man’s commanding officer. These are Sergeants Rumlow and Rollins. They worked with Barnes and I in Russia before he went AWOL.”

Y/N looked at the other two men and fear ran through her as they were the same men that had assaulted her in the parking lot after work. She felt Bucky’s arm wrap around her, moving her behind his large frame.

“She’s got nothing to do with this, Pierce,” Bucky growled and Y/N could see his back muscles tense. “If you remember, they tried to blow me up. I got discharged. There’s no reason for you to hunt me down or threaten my girl.”

The older gentleman laughed almost cynically and tsked. “See, that’s not how I’m seeing it. You went on the lam with sensitive information pertaining to an investigation, which is punishable by law, Sergeant Barnes. But I think it would be best if you and your girl would come with us.” There was a click, making Y/N peak around Bucky to see that the Pierce guy was holding a gun on him, them. “It’s that, or I shoot you and take you while the boys here deal with your sweetheart,” he added cooly. Y/N’s blood ran cold at the thought of being alone with the two burly men from earlier. She did not want to be left alone with either of them, especially the one named Brock. 

“We’ll go,” Bucky replied gruffly, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her tightly to him. The one she knew was Brock stepped forward, hand pressed to Bucky’s chest. 

“Lady goes with me,” he stated cockily, his eyes roaming over Y/N like she was something to be used.

“Over my dead body,” snarled Bucky.

“That can be arranged,” Brock snided.

“Gentleman, please,” Pierce sighed annoyingly, “Rumlow, we need him alive, and the girl is not to be touched unless I state otherwise. See? Good conscience. But I will have to ask you both to give my men your cellphones. Don’t need you calling for help.” 

Rollins took their phones, turning them off before stuffing them in his pocket. Pierce turned to the side and waved them to follow Rollins out. Bucky let her go first, his hand holding hers and the older man following him with Rumlow behind. 

“I’ll get you out of this, Lil’ Bit,” Bucky whispered as he leaned into her ear. “I promise.”

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[ceealaina]

Out in the Cold

Title: Out in the Cold Author: ceealaina Rating: T Square Filled: G3 [Snowman] - @winterironbingo​ Y2 [Butts, Biceps, and Barnes] - @buckybarnesbingo​ Pairing: WinterIron Summary: Avengers press events are one of the worst parts of the whole superhero gig. But getting paired with Barnes (the man he just happens to have an unrepentant crush on) for an afternoon of snowman building? Tony’s had worse days. Link: AO3

Tony drew in a deep breath, preparing himself as best he could before the elevator doors opened and he was met with the rest of the team, looking up at him with hopeful, expectant faces.

“Sorry guys,” he told them, watching their faces fall one by one. “It’s a no go. We’re roped into this one, no excuses.” 

“Aww, come on,” Clint protested, slumping back into the couch cushions and pouting as he folded his arms across his chest. “But I don’t wanna.” 

Nat smacked the back of his head. 

Steve was the first to rally, because of course he was. “Come on, team. This is important. Like it or not, public relations is an important part of what we do.”

It might have been more believable if he wasn’t wincing like the words caused him physical pain. Beside him, Bucky rolled his eyes so hard it looked physically painful. Tony felt his lips twitch as he fought back a laugh, but of course Bucky noticed, giving him a wink that made heat flare low in his belly. The crush he had on Barnes was really getting ridiculous. 

“But it’s a freaking snowman building contest,” Clint whined. “What is this, the Christmas fun fair? We’re superheroes!” 

As per usual, everyone ignored him, reluctantly accepting that they weren’t getting out of this particular PR event and breaking up to do whatever it was that superheroes did on a Tuesday afternoon. For Tony, that meant brewing a fresh pot of coffee. He was leaning over the counter, inhaling the smell (it had been a very long morning) when he suddenly realized that Bucky was beside him, leaning back against the counter and looking down at him. Tony managed to keep himself from jumping, instead slowly raising his eyes to meet Bucky’s and waiting. 

“So.” Bucky gave him a grin, nudging him with a shiny metal elbow. “Wanna be partners?” 

Tony arched an eyebrow at him, straightening up again. “Partners?” 

“For the snowman building thing. We’re supposed to pair up, right? I’m calling dibs.”

Tony fought back the pleased looking grin that threatened to split across his face. “Moi?” he said instead, fluttering his eyelashes ridiculously until Bucky snorted and gave him a gentle shove. “Kinda figured you’d be pairing up with our fearless leader there, Buckaroo.”

Bucky looked so incredulous that Tony found himself fighting back a laugh. “ Stevie ?” he asked. “Nuh-uh, no way. I know how ridiculous that idiot gets over ‘art.’”

“Snowman building is an art now?” 

“It will be to him. He’ll get all particular and bossy... Nope, Sam can have ‘im.” 

“Oh well, in that case.” Tony held out his hand, beaming when Bucky grabbed it and gave it a firm shake. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Snowflake. Let’s win this thing.” 

***

The day of the competition dawned bright and clear. It hadn’t snowed in three weeks, but they’d brought in a snow machine special for the occasion. It was being held on the compound, giving the public a chance to see first-hand the private lives of their favourite superheroes, or some other public relations nonsense that had them all cringing a little. Ticket holders would get a tour of the more public areas of the compound before watching the snowman building competition and then there would be hot chocolate, cookies, and mingling inside. All the ticket money was going to charity, which explained away the sky high prices -- and, unfortunately, also explained away the number of rich, society-climbers who were attending. 

Tony, however, with the help of Friday and some carefully crafted aliases, had managed to buy about half the tickets himself, giving them away to underprivileged kids from the city, with free transportation included. It made them all feel a bit better about how weirdly invasive the whole thing seemed. 

Spectators had started arriving hours before it was due to start, and by the time they all trooped outside for the actual competition, they were wound up and cheering. 

“Oh boy,” Tony muttered, quiet enough that only Bucky would hear as he put on his brightest press smile and waved with mitten-clad hands. “No pressure or anything.” 

Bucky grinned and, when they’d turned out of view of everyone, winked. “Come on, Stark. We’ve totally got this.”

Tony grinned up at him. “Fuck yeah.” 

***

One hundred and fourteen minutes later, he wasn’t so sure. They should have had it in the bag. Three entries down from them, Wanda and Vision were making a fucking ice sculpture, which, what the fuck? Whatever, they’d lose on a technicality -- it was a snowman competition, not an ice man competition, thank you very much. Nat and Peter had given up about ten minutes in, and Nat had spent the entire time showing Peter her favourite moves on the lopsided snow block that they’d created. Clint had ended up pairing with Bruce, who had bowed out at the last minute due to rage issues (they all knew he was faking it). Clint had built the most cursory snowman ever and then wandered off in search of a warm drink and hadn’t come back. 

The problem was that Tony kept getting distracted. Barnes’ pants seemed extra tight today, or maybe it was just the cut of his new ski jacket, but either way his ass looked phenomenal today. On more than one occasion, Tony had had to shake himself out of a temporary, butt-induced stupor. And, like most super soldiers, Bucky had a tendency to run hot. Hot enough that at some point he’d stripped out said ski jacket, leaving him in that tightly fitted red Henley that featured in many of Tony’s favourite fantasies, biceps bulging as he lifted heavy mounds of snow. 

Not that ogling Barnes’ butts and biceps (and thighs, and back, and face…) was a bad way to spend an afternoon necessarily. But while Tony had been distracted, Team WinterIron’s (Bucky’s idea, but Tony had to admit the name was growing on him) snowman had come out looking kind of… aggressive. He had a frown, with angry eyebrows, and Tony was pretty sure that Bucky was putting the finishing touches on a gun belt around the snowman’s waist. It looked especially bad next to the all-American Christmas scene that Sam and Steve had built beside them, complete with a bald eagle, because Sam thought he was hilarious. (He kind of was, but Bucky wouldn’t let Tony give Sam the satisfaction of knowing that.) 

Tony frowned at their entry speculatively, trying to figure out if there was anything else they could do in the six -- no, five minutes remaining. “It looks like it could kill someone,” Tony announced, poking at it haphazardly. 

Bucky shrugged, offering him a grin over the top of the snow-ssassin’s head. “That’s kinda what I like about ‘im.” 

“No!” Steve wailed behind them. “That line has to be at 45 degrees, Sam. Fourty. Five! Not fourty six!” 

Tony caught Bucky’s eye and the two of them burst out laughing. 

***

They lost, because of course they did, but it was hard to feel too bad about it. They’d had a great afternoon, laughing and throwing snow at each other, and Tony at least had all but forgotten about the adoring public watching their every move. Sam, on the other hand, looked ready to punch Steve’s teeth in, and had spent the afterparty thus far studiously avoiding the other man. Tony would take Team WinterIron’s second place standing in a heartbeat. 

The party was, at least, going better than Tony had expected. They’d been able to avoid the most annoying of the donors by hanging out with the kids the whole time -- nobody could really call them out on it unless they were an irredeemable asshole, and while there were one or two of those present, a stern lecture from Captain America on the reason they were all really there had been enough to deter them from making a fuss. There were Christmas trees and lights decorating the area, and Pepper was an absolute angel who’d managed to arrange for a Santa Claus to come and give out gifts to all the kids. Even Clint had warmed up to the event, and they all seemed to be actually having a good time. 

Tony had slipped away for a breather and was standing half hidden behind a Christmas tree, sipping on warmed apple cider, when he felt someone looming up behind him. Lips curling up in a smirk, he glanced back at Bucky. 

“You’ve gotta stop sneaking up on me there, Bucky Bear.” 

Bucky grinned back at him. “But where would the fun be in that?” 

Tony rolled his eyes. “So, did you get a chance to see Santa? Tell him what you want for Christmas?”

“Well…”

There was an odd tone to his voice, and Tony glanced at him to find… was he blushing ? He blinked at Bucky, who bit his lower lip and seemed to steel himself. 

“All I want for Christmas is you.” 

Tony stared at him a minute, and then he started to laugh, pleased and delighted. “Are you…Is this a joke?” 

Bucky shrugged, looking shy but hopeful. “Delivery, maybe,” he admitted with a crooked grin, voice a little hoarse. “But not the sentiment behind it.”

Tony beamed at him and then, after a quick look to make sure nobody was watching them, he darted forward to plant a quick kiss on Bucky’s lips. 

At least, it was meant to be a quick kiss. Bucky’s hands came up faster than he’d expected, gripping his waist and pulling him in close, deepening the kiss. They were both breathing a bit harder when they pulled away. 

“Yeah,” Tony admitted, having to clear his throat when his voice came out a little more high-pitched and giddy than he’d intended. “Yeah, that sounds like a good Christmas gift to me.” 

Bucky positively beamed at him, giving him another quick kiss, a little more needy this time. Tony hummed softly, and was just wondering how long they’d have to stick around before they could reasonably slip away, when another thought occurred to him. 

“Wait, aren’t you Jewish?” 

Bucky just shook his head and laughed. “Shut up, Stark.” 

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[avintagekiss24]

One Hour Break

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex

Summary: There's a lot that you and Bucky can get up to in just one hour. 

Word Count: 2437

Link: AO3

Square Filled: Y3 - Mission

A/N: There was meant to be a serious mission and then... well, you know me. Hey, this is another bingo for me! Yayyyy! Written for @buckybarnesbingo

“Barnes?”

You chuckle as you pace back and forth in front of the window, your eyes scanning the busy street below. Sam’s voice comes over the comm again, “Barnes? The fuck?”

You stop, bringing up the high powered assault rifle to the inside of your arm, peering through the scope to spot the highly irritated Sam Wilson. He stands on the roof of a run down apartment building, sweat dripping from his brow, his hand to his ear as he keeps his eyes on the street. 

“Please tell me why we have to keep bringing him along, Rogers. Please.” Sam bellows, placing both hands on his hips.

You laugh heartily this time, dropping your weapon to your side and resting your hand on stomach as you throw your head back.

“Sam, cool it.” Steve answers calmly, not a hint of amusement in his voice. 

Sam scoffs, “Maybe we can switch spots then? Cuz last time I checked, I’m the only mother fucker out in the heat, while y'all get to cuddle up in the air conditioning and shit.”

“Aww, Sam,” You coo, “I’ll switch with you buddy.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching that metal armed son of a-”

“Sam.” Steve warns.

You laugh, “You know Barnes.” You roll your eyes playfully,  “He went down to get a hot dog and a soda.”

“In the middle of our recon? Really?” Sam responds dully. 

You shrug as Natasha’s voice comes over, “Well yeah, duh. I’m about to do the same honestly. We haven’t seen shit all day.”

A rumbling behind you makes you snap your head toward it. You pull your glock from the holster strapped to your thigh and bring it eye level, pointing it toward the door. You rush forward, just as it pops open to reveal the one and only Bucky Barnes. He stops in the door frame, furrowing his brow as he comes face to face with your weapon. 

“Jumpy much?” He asks.

You sigh heavily, blowing some of your curly hair out of your face before clicking the gun back into its holster, “Ass. You scared me.” You turn, heading back toward the window as Bucky moves further into the room.

“You okay?” Natasha asks, a few floors down from you.

“Yeah, yeah. It was just Bucky.”

“Hot dogs in hand?”

“Three, in fact.” You answer, turning slightly to eye him.

Bucky shrugs, tearing into his first hot dog, “I got one for you, don’t get pissy.”

A heavy sigh sounds over the comm, “Alright guys, let's take a break, huh? You’re all getting a little testy.” Steve says.

“You're getting just as testy as the rest of us, Captain Asshole.” Natasha quips.

“Romanov.”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

“Outside in two minutes Romanov. One hour guys, got it?”

“Aye aye, Cap.” You answer, as other grumblings from Sam and Natasha play back in your ears. 

You lean your military grade weapon up against the wall and move back toward the small table in the corner of the room where Bucky sits. You scoff playfully when you reach him, a smile covering your face, “You scarfed down two hot dogs already?” He nods quickly, chewing on his last bite as he balls up the silver aluminum foil, “God.”

You plop down into the wooden chair in front of him, leaning back into it as you bring your foot to rest on his chair, “Hot dogs are so much better now.” He starts, tossing his trash in the small garbage can behind him, “Back in the thirties, they tasted like shit. Everything was boiled, you know? Fuckin’ nasty. Still ate ‘em, though.”

You chuckle again, shaking your head, “I’m sure you did.”

He leans back into his chair, dropping his head back slightly to run his fingers through his hair, “Did I miss anything?”

You flick your eyes at him quickly before turning them back down toward your lunch, “Not much. Steve said we could take a break.”

Bucky’s eyebrows reach for the ceiling, “Steve said we could take a break?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Steve Rogers said we could take a break? The same Steve Rogers that timed how long it took me to take a piss while on a mission last month?”

You nod, taking a bite, “The one and only.”

“Wow. For how long?”

“An hour. Although, you’ve been on break for,” You tilt your wrist toward you, illuminating your apple watch, “Twenty minutes already, so, forty minutes for you, I guess.”

“Psssh,” he scoffs, “He don’t know that.”

“Yes he does.”

He scoffs, his mouth dropping open as his eyes widen, “You told them?”

You shrug, taking a bite, “Mmm hmm.”

“Snitch.”

You smile widely as he flips you off before you continue with your hot dog. Bucky watches you silently, his eyes dropping down to your nose, your lips, your chin. You smirk and sigh happily, taking a sip of your knock off Sprite as you sway your leg back and forth. He grabs your ankle that’s propped on his chair, between his legs. His fingers are rough against your skin as they push up into your black cargo pants. You pull your leg back, letting it fall to the ground with a thud before you push away from the table. 

You throw your trash away, feeling his eyes on you as you move through the small apartment, “Don’t even think about it.” You say after a few minutes while washing your hands. 

“I didn’t say anything.”

You roll your eyes as you dry your hands and move from the kitchen. You’re just about to reach the window when you’re pushed onto the thin mattress on the floor. You’re suddenly covered with Bucky’s body, his lips and mouth in the crook of your neck as you laugh. 

“Bucky Barnes!” You screech.

“I love it when you say my name, baby.”

“We don’t have time for this! Stop it!”

He leans up, looming over you, the ends of his hair scratching against your face. He cocks his head and smiles as you reach up and cup his cheek in your palm. You rub his stubbled cheek with your thumb, a slow smile spreading on your face as you gaze into his blue eyes, “You sure are pretty.” You whisper.  

His smile widens, his eyes squinting with it. He leans in and kisses you again, this time claiming your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as his warm tongue pushes into your mouth, massaging yours gently. Your thin fingers move into his hair, tangling themselves with his tresses as he settles between your legs. You moan into him as he pushes his hips into yours, but soon lose yourself in a fit of giggles as he tickles your sides gently.

“Damn you,” You say lightly as he pushes those hands up into your black tank top, tugging it over your head and throwing it into the corner of the room, “I said we don’t have time for this.”

“Oh baby,” he starts, lifting your back from the mattress as his fingers fumble with the clasps of your bra, “We always have time for this.”

He drops you back to the thin mattress once your breasts are free. He moves down the length of your body, splattering kisses on your stomach and hips as he goes. He undoes the button of your pants, his eyes flicking back to yours as he unzips them. He begins to de-weaponize you, pulling your healthy collection of knives from your belt and leg straps, then removing your glock from your thigh, and your smaller .22 holstered on your ankle. 

He reaches back toward your waist once you’re weapon free, and begins inching your pants down your legs. He sits on his knees as he pulls your legs free of the material and then drops them somewhere behind him. You laugh again as he places your legs on his shoulders, your feet by his ears as he peppers kisses along your right ankle and calf. He eyes you again, biting at your toes as his hand travels down the length of your leg. He pushes his fingers in between your folds and you hiss, rolling your head as you arch your back from the mattress. 

You bite your bottom lip as he slowly massages your clit with his index and middle finger. You roll your hips as you drop your left leg from his shoulder, curling it around his waist to help you wiggle down closer to him. He sinks two fingers into your wet sex, prompting a low, long groan to rise in your throat. He pulls his digits out, then sinks them back in again before curling them inside of you. He massages your spongy g-spot with quick, light strokes before dipping a third digit into you. 

You arch your back away from the mattress, your head holding your weight as your face twists with pleasure. You grab onto the metal wrist that holds his own weight as he leans over you. He sits back again, withdrawing his devilish fingers, only to replace them with his lips. You jerk your hips into his face at the sudden change in sensation as you slam your back down onto the mattress. He slurps you loudly, smacking his lips as he laps you up, his arms reaching the length of your body to palm your breasts in his hands. 

He kneads your mounds gently, taking your nipples between his fingers to tweak and roll them to add to your heightening arousal. You rest your hands on his, and then run them down his forearms before you reach for his head, your fingertips scratching at his scalp. He pushes his tongue into you before pulling out and wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit. He pulls back with a loud smack, biting his bottom lip seductively as he stares down at your wet cunt. 

“You get this wet for anybody else?”

His voice is deep and throaty, full of fervor. You shake your head, your eyelids heavy, “Only for my Bucky.”

He moans at your words, removing his hands from you to unzip himself quickly. He lifts you into his lap and wraps his arms around your torso, hugging you to his chest, “Your Bucky.” He repeats as you lower down onto his cock. 

You both let out breaths as you slowly take him in, reveling in the feeling of your walls spreading to accommodate him. You throw your arms around his shoulders as you begin to push your hips into his. You lean back, letting your head loll as you push his face into your breasts before you lean forward again. You cradle his head in your hands, your teeth sink into your bottom lip as his hot tongue darts out from behind his lips to sweep across your nipple. 

You hiss as electricity surges through your veins. Your hips push and pull against his as a fire ignites deep in the pit of your stomach. You pull his head back, your fingers gripping his hair as he peers up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes, “My Bucky.” You reiterate.

“Your Bucky.”

You crash your lips to his, squeezing his face in your hands as you suck on his bottom lip. He pushes his hips into yours, his pace and force varying by the minute, just to drive you nuts. He’s soon hammering into you, your skin slapping against his as your mouth falls open, your eyes slamming shut. Then, without warning, he slows to almost nothing. He hips barely move as he cups your right breast in his hand, while sucking lightly on the left. You flex your toes on the mattress as you hug him to you, your hands in his hair, his tongue on your neck.

He quickens again, pushing his metal hand down between your slick folds, finding your clit to massage it again. The pressure begins to build, your muscles spasming, closing in on his thickness, then relaxing as jolts of electricity begin to fire within you. Ragged breaths fall from Bucky’s lips, grunts and growls scratch at the back of his throat as he slams into you. His hips falter as his grip on your breasts tightens with each stroke. 

You feel him shudder. You watch as his long, dark lashes splash against his fair skin, his eyes fluttering shut. His chest is tight, his pretty, pink lips parted as he groans. He pushes into you once more and suddenly you’re full of his hot cum. His hips jerk as obscenities fall from his lips. He fingers dig into your flesh as he comes, hot, long streams of his seed painting your clenched walls. 

You give in moments later; the sheer beauty of him as he comes pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm rips through you, the waves strengthening with each pass, pushing your octave higher and higher as your voice fills the otherwise silent apartment. Bucky falls backward, pulling you with him. The two of you end up in a heap, breath harsh, skin sticking to each other as a hot breeze pushes into the room from the cracked window. 

You smile softly as lazy kisses splash along your shoulder. Your eyes become heavy as sleep begins to pull at you. You still have time to fit in a quick power nap. Bucky’s fingertips trailing up and down your spine pacifies you further. You’re just about to give into the lure of sleep when a slow clap begins to ring in your ear.

“Bra-fucking-vo Barnes. I personally didn’t think you could last that long.”

The two of you jump as Sam’s voice comes over your comms, causing you to frantically search for your clothes as curse words fall from your lips.

“I’m going to fucking kill you Wilson!” Bucky growls as he rushes from the room, slamming the door behind him. 

You slip your tank top over your head, before dropping your arms dramatically as a laugh comes over the comm, “You two really need to learn to turn your comms off when taking a break.”

“Not now, Nat. Okay?”

She giggles again, “Hey look, we’re getting another show.”

You crawl to the window, peeking out just in time to see Sam hovering just out of Bucky’s reach on the rooftop of the building across the street. You close your eyes and shake your head as Steve and Natasha’s laughter fills your ears, the muffled voices of your lover and friend wafting over to you with the breeze.

“Get down here, asshole! I swear to God, Sam! You fuckin’ pervert!”

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My Favorite Person

Prompt/box filled: “You are quite possibly my favorite person.” for @starksparker, “my dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.” for @neverlandparker and @fairytaleparker

“You are so cute” for @goodthingshappenbingo, Proposal for @star-spangled-bingo, Halves of a Whole for @buckybarnesbingo

Fandom: Marvel

pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Doubt, so much fluff, passing references to sex

word count:3.2k

Summary: You start worrying over your wedding and your friends remind you of why you’re being dumb and of how far you and Bucky have come.

Masterlist

“Will you please quit pacing!? It’s your wedding day for christ’s sake! What are you so nervous about?” Wanda exclaimed sharply at you.

You turned to stare at her, “Everything! What if Steve loses the rings? What if I trip? What if Bucky bails? What if I forget my vows? What if-”

“STOP!” This time Nat interrupted with an incredulous look. “Y/N, first of all, everything will be fine, everything is already taken care of. Second, Bucky would never bail. He’s been in love with you and ready for this since the moment he saw you for the first time.”

The team and a few agents filed into the meeting room. Natasha, Tony, and Clint walked over to you talking about how good you looked and how long it had been since you’d last seen each other. You had been assigned to the London branch two years ago and had just been transferred back to New York to work with the Avengers.

A lot had changed since you left.

Everyone looked at the hologram showing the base you’d be infiltrating. On the opposite side of the room however, stood Bucky Barnes, who’d joined the team a little after you’d left. He stared wide eyed, mouth gaping at you from across the room. You saw his eyes wander up and down your body and you felt yourself bite your lip and do the same.

Even though the only light was coming from the hologram in front of you, you could see him blush when your eyes met. You held back a giggle, smirked, and winked. 

You felt his eyes on you through the whole meeting. To say the least, it was very distracting.

The corners of your mouth twitched upward at the memory. “Hell, he even got shot for you that day! You hadn’t even officially met until then!” 

You struggled with the Hydra agent. She evaded every kick, punch, and attempt to take her down. 

Through the fight, you failed to notice the other agent aiming his gun at you, waiting for a clear shot. Until, you heard the two gunshots followed by a loud groan of pain. It was so sudden that the woman you were fighting looked away just long enough for you to knock her out. “That should keep her down for a while.” You muttered to yourself before turning towards the groans. You gasped when you say Bucky on the ground. You cursed and ran to where he had collapsed. “Shit shit shit fuck. Woah, hey, stay with me, I’m gonna get us out of here.”

His eyes were fluttering open to look up at you. When he tried moving he hissed and clutched his side. 

You looked down towards his hand and saw his red with blood. “Wow, you’re beautiful. Hi, I’m Bucky.” You gave him a ‘are you serious?’ look.

“You are literally bleeding out right now. It’s really not the time.”

“Eh, I’ll be fine.” He opened his mouth to continue but you got up and tried to get him up too. 

“Not if i leave you here. God, you’re heavy. C’mon you need to help me out here.” Finally, you were able to get him up and have him lean against you. “Guys, Bucky’s shot, I’m taking him back to the jet.”

You felt his eyes looking up at you as you made your way to the jet.

Laying him down as gently as possible, you pulled his gear and clothes off to see the damage, leaving him in his pants. “How did you manage to get shot anyway?” You gave him the strongest pain meds you had at hand and tried to patch him up best you could.

“He was going to shoot you. I tried to stop him. I went in front of him right when he took the shot. I had fired my gun already but I wasn’t quick enough. I couldn’t let them hurt you.” You stopped everything and stared into his eyes. He had gotten shot… for you. You didn’t know what to say. Without thinking, you leaned down to give him a lingering kiss. 

“You haven’t told me your name.” He said softly when you’d parted. 

“It’s Y/N.” You replied in a whisper.

“Remember how nervous he was when he finally asked you out? He wouldn’t stop asking us for advice on how to do it and then followed none of it.” Wanda added.

It was another Sunday morning at the compound. Nothing weird or off about it. You sat comfortably on a stool by the kitchen island in your PJ’s, eating cereal and scrolling through your phone. 

Bucky walked in, rubbing his eyes and yawning, not noticing you watching him move about. He filled his favorite mug with coffee and took a muffin from a tray set out. With a sigh, he sipped his coffee and pulled out a chair across from you. He put his mug down and looked up. A tiny scream escaped his lips when he saw you and you couldn’t contain your laughs. “Y/N. Hey, um, good morning. I, uh, didn’t see you there.” 

All through breakfast, you watched him silently twitch and shift uncomfortably. You finished your cereal, washed your plate, then left the kitchen. Maybe you’d go out and get a dress for that gala thing Tony was making everyone go to. ‘A red one’, you thought, ‘maybe Bucky will pick up on the hints and-’

Bucky’s voice called out your name behind you, bringing you out of your thoughts.

When you turned, Bucky caught up to you looking like he regretted it. His flesh hand came up to scratch his neck nervously. He opened and closed his mouth, searching his mouth for what to say. “Um, so, uh, You know th-that gala thing Tony w-want us to go to?” You nodded and he swallowed, taking a deep breath. 

“Iwaswonderingifyou’dwanttogowithme.” He said all in one breath. You laughed lightly.

“What? Can you say that again please Bucky? A little slower this time?” 

He took a deep breath, “I was wondering. I-if you would l-like to go to that gala. W-with me. Like a date. Y-ya know, t-together.” His eyes met yours and a broad smile spread over your lips. 

You stepped forward to him and pulled him in for a deep kiss. After a moment he kissed you back and pulled you against him. “So is that a yes…?” He said against your lips. You pulled back and giggled.

“Yeah, Buck. It’s a yes.” He beamed (to put it lightly) and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Don’t forget when he told you he loved you. On your fourth date.”

You and Bucky walked down the street from the ice cream place. Your dress shone under the street lights. You licked and bit your ice cream cone until there was nothing left. You turned to Bucky, laughing at what what he was saying. “Hold on, you got ice cream on your chin.” He said. Instead of wiping it off with his thumb or a napkin, he opted for kissing you clean. You giggled as he kissed and licked your chin, then trailing along your jaw. Your face was scrunched up happily when he came up again. 

“You are so cute. Ugh, I love you.” His voice was barely above a whisper but he knew you had heard it. His eyes widened and he winced slightly. “You, um, you don’t need to say it back. Uh, I know it hasn’t been long but, I meant it. I love you Y/N.” 

You stood pleasantly shocked. You kissed him softly before saying, “I know. I love you too.” Of all the things he could have expected you to say, ‘I love you too’ was not one of them. Not that he had any objections.

“And his proposal.” Wanda laughed, “He planned that for weeks!”

“Where are we going? Bucky come on!” You whined.

“You’ll see. We’re almost there. Stop pouting.” He pecked your lips quickly, making you smile. “That’s my girl.”

“You better not be taking me out to the middle of fucking nowhere to kill me, James Barnes.” He rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“Whoops, you caught me! I’m taking you, my girlfriend who I love more than anything, into the woods to kill you. When I know we both have trackers and everyone knows we left the compound together.” The sarcasm was practically dripping from his words. A moment of silence was followed by a fit of laughter from both of you. “Ok, we’re here.” He took your blindfold (that has more than one use when it comes to you two) off and you gasped at the sight in front of you. You were literally in the middle of nowhere. Trees were in every direction, but just ahead was a clearing, the sun lit up the small circle. A plaid blanket was spread out in the center, with a cute picnic basket on it and some pillows. 

“Bucky! This is incredible! When did you have time to set this up? Or find this place?” 

“Nat and Steve just left, they texted me that everything was ready like two minutes ago. And remember when Tony gave Sams wings an upgrade and Sam went flying for like two hours? Yeah he stopped to rest or something and he found this. Hey, lets eat, i know you’re starving.” As if on queue, your stomach growled loudly. 

“Yeah that’s probably a good idea. So what’d you bring?” You said as you sat down and fixed your sundress.

“Well,” Bucky started, “Two days ago you said you would kill for a burger and fries. Sooo…” He opened the basket to reveal bags of Mcdonalds, “I had Steve and Nat pick some up for us.” You practically lunged at him. He landed on his back and you laughed gleefully. Ugh, you loved him so much. You peppered him with little kisses and thanked him repeatedly. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, I love you, I love you!!! You. Are. The. Greatest.” He chuckled at your excitement. You got off of him and started stuffing your face, moaning at the first bite. 

By the time you were full, you found yourself laying down on the blanket, your head in Buckys lap as he read softly to you. He stopped at the end of a chapter. “Doll, would you mind getting my phone for me? I think it’s somewhere over there.”

“Mhm. Gimme a kiss first.” You demanded. He let out an exaggerated sigh as if it was a chore. With a grin on his face, he leaned down to give you a chaste kiss on the lips. You hummed contently and jumped up. You took a few steps over to his phone, picking it up. “Why’d it end up over here.” Little did you know he’d done that on purpose. 

When you turned and stepped towards him, you raised your head to look at him. Your jaw dropped to the floor and a loud gasp escaped you. You dropped Bucky’s phone and threw your hands over your mouth when you saw him on one knee in front of you. 

“Y/N. The moment is saw you, I swear I was a goner. I’ve loved you since the beginning. Before you, if someone had asked me if love at first sight was real, I would have said ‘hell no’. But here we are. But I never thought that you’d love me too. When you told me you loved me, I think my heart stopped and started up again. And everytime you say it or kiss me, I feel like the luckiest bastard alive. There’s only one thing that would make that 100% true though. So, will you make me the happiest, luckiest, man in the universe, and marry me?”

He opened the small box in his hands and you nodded hysterically, tears streaming down your face. “Yes, yes, yes! Of course!” Your hand shook uncontrollably as he took it and slid the ring onto your finger. A perfect fit. Nothing could possibly ruin your happiness or wipe the smile off your face. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tight for a hug. Your arms snaked around his neck, and you admired the beautiful ring on your finger. 

You were both laughing softly as you moved to kiss. Out from behind the trees came everyone. The whole team was there congratulating you. Peter and MJ stood a bit behind, cameras in hand capturing every perfect moment. 

That same happy smile was back on your face from just thinking about that day. Tears of joy pooled in your eyes knowing that in less than an hour, you’d at long last be Mrs. Y/N Barnes. You blinked them away quickly so as to not mess up your makeup. 

“There’s that smile.” Said Nat softly. A knock from the door made the six heads in the room turn. 

“I’ll see who it is.” Hope said. You watched as she opened the door slightly and immediately said, ‘NOPE. Bad luck.” before closing it again. 

“C’mon! Please Hope! I have a blindfold and I can walk in backwards! I just really gotta talk to her. Just five minutes, I promise!” Came Bucky’s voice. She looked at you with a question in her eyes. You grabbed a piece of scarf and wrapped it around your head. 

“Let him in. Wait outside, all of you. And no eavesdropping!” You listened as Nat, Wanda, Hope, Valkyrie, and Morgan left the room. Your back faced the door just in case of anything. Someone guided him to you and you laced your fingers with his as you stood back to back.

“Hey.”

“Hey. What are you doing here, you know it’s bad luck.” 

“I know, I know. I just had to talk to you before the ceremony. Can you believe it’s finally time?!” His voice was electric with excitement, then turned calm and soft again, “I wanted to make sure you weren’t freaking out or worrying about everything.” He knew you so well.

“I was.” You laughed. “Then the girls made me think about how far we’ve come. Our good moments together.”

“Yeah. Can you believe it’s been two years already?”

“To be honest, no. Ya know what they say: ‘Time flies when you’re having fun’. So is everything ready? Nothing’s gone wrong or anything right?” Your voice went higher towards the end of your sentence. 

“No. Nothing’s wrong. Please stop worrying. I just went to check on everything and it all looks wonderful. The flowers are all where they need to be, decorations are in place, the cake is great, everything is great. Just half and hour and you’ll be my wife.”

You squealed happily. “I know! If only time could go by faster! I can’t wait another second to officially be Mrs.Barnes!”

“Me neither. I can’t wait to see you. In your dress… And without it t-” The doors burst open before Bucky could get another word in.

“Ok. That’s it. Let’s go. Get outta here.” You gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze before the girls dragged him out.

*

You adjusted your dress, took a deep breath, and took your father’s arm. The doors in front of you opened one more time and you walked through them slowly. You lifted your head and as soon as your eyes settled on Bucky, whose back was facing you, everything stopped. You saw as his shoulders rose and fell before he turned and saw you. 

You tuned out the gasps, the music, the whispers, and all the people. All you could see, was him. You saw him take a sharp breath when he saw you. Even from where you were, you saw the tears welling in his eyes. He didn’t even try hiding them or blinking them away.  This only spurred on yours and made them stream freely down your cheeks. Thank god your makeup was waterproof.

Then, you were standing in front of Bucky, both of you beaming. You scarcely heard what the officiant was saying, and only registered when Bucky was asked to recite his vows. 

“Wow. What to say? Growing up in the 40’s, I had an idea of what my life would be like. Before the war, my dream was to eventually settle down with a nice, calm girl and maybe have some kids. When the war broke out, I was sure that I’d die out there. For so long, I’d hoped that I would. Then, after everything that happened to me, I never thought I could have that. At best, my dream became to live out my days making up for everything I’ve done and all the time I’ve lost. But then I met you. You: the most beautiful, sassy, adventurous, insanely smart, fiery, spontaneous, strong, fun, cheeky, and confident woman who I’ve ever met. The one I fell in love with. Since then, I know that my dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it. I’m so happy that you chose me, and that my dream is becoming a reality. So I promise to be the best man I can be, to love you forever, and to be your partner in everything. I love you. Let’s do this.” 

His words were almost whispers as he finished. Your hand reached up to wipe away the tears that had fallen. 

“Bucky. I can’t possibly top that.” Laughter filled the space around you in a reminder that it wasn’t just you and him. 

“All i can say, is that you have changed my life. Without you, I don’t know where I would be right now. You have saved me; literally and figuratively. I feel at home when I’m with you, because I am. I’ve been happier these past two years with you that I ever had been. You complete me. You’re my other half I never thought I’d find. You are quite possibly my favorite person. Actually, you totally are, without question. I’m so glad I met you. And so excited to start this new chapter by your side. I vow to take care of you, and be there for you even if, and most especially when that means getting into trouble together. I can’t wait to love you for the rest of my life. So yeah… Let’s do this.”

The rest of the ceremony blurs together with the stormy blue of Bucky’s eyes. You snapped back to reality when you heard: “I now pronounce you husband and wife… You may now kiss the bride.” And oh he definitely did. Very, very thoroughly. 

You broke apart grinning ear-to-ear as the cheers and whoops electrified the air around you. Your forehead was on his and you looked into each others eyes. “Hello Mrs. Barnes. Have I ever mentioned I love you?”

“I think you might have once or twice, Mr. Barnes. You should probably spend the rest of your life reminding me though. Just to make sure.”

***

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The Contest

The Contest: A WinterFalcon Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count:  1806

Rating:  E

Square filled:  @buckybarnesbingo - C1 Sam Wilson/Falcon, @star-spangled-bingo Fingering.

Warnings:  Smut (Bi MMF threesome, multiple orgasms, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, double vaginal penetration)

Synopsis:  Bucky and Sam want to prove to you who’s the best at sex.

The Contest

You sat on the bed watching Bucky and Sam as they talked quietly in the hall.  They would look in at you from time to time and at one point Sam started laughing loudly and he clapped Bucky one the shoulder.  You wondered what they were planning.  The way they kept looking over at you, you knew it had to be something to do with you.  It wasn’t your birthday or anything though, so you had no idea what they were doing.

Finally, Sam pulled Bucky close and pecked his lips and the two came into the room.

“What are you two up to?”  You asked suspiciously, as Sam pulled off his grey t-shirt.

“Oh, babe, you’re in for it.”  He teased, sitting down on the edge of the bed.  He grabbed your ankle and gave it a squeeze.  “Bucky and I were just discussing which one of us was better at making you come.”

Your eyes went wide and Bucky gave a short nod.   You weren’t even sure why you were surprised.  Bucky and Sam were nothing if not competitive.  There was always little contests on stupid things like who had more followers on twitter to who loved each other most.  Even in the bed if you made a sound for one the other would try and make you make a louder one.

An official orgasm contest though?  It was a little exciting but you weren't one hundred percent sure you could handle that.  Bucky’s super serum alone meant he has stamina for days and almost no recovery time needed.  Add Sam on top of that and you might not be walking for a couple of weeks if they planned to drag it out.

“What?  Why?”  You asked drawing your legs up against you.

Bucky smirked and took off his shirt.  “You better tell her.”  He said.

“Why me?”  Sam argued.

Bucky shrugged and you kicked Sam.  “Tell me.”

“Fine.  Tony and Clint were being a couple of asses.  You know, asking how things worked with us and whatever.  And then they asked who was better at sex and now we have to know.”

“Well, it’s obviously me.”  You teased.

Bucky chuckled.  “Sure you are, darlin’.”

Sam moved to his knees in front of you and walked his fingers up your calf to your knee.  “Come on, babe.  Don’t you want us to see how much you can come?”

“What if it’s too much?”  You asked.

“Then we stop.”  Bucky said.  “You really think we’d force you or do anything to hurt you?”

“I guess not.”  You said.

Sam ran his thumbs on the insides of your knees.  “Just guess?”

You giggled and spread your legs.  “Okay.  Go on then.”

A smile spread over Sam’s face and he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip.  “Well, alright then.  It’s on.  I go first.”  He ran his hands up the inside of your thighs and grabbed the waistband of your panties.  “You won’t be needing these.”  He yanked them down, dragging your with them for a bit so you were flat on your back.

You squealed and kicked them off before spreading your legs wide and grabbing Sam’s wrists and pulling him down on top of you.

He kissed you hungrily.  His lips moving with yours and tongue flicking out as if to taste you.  He ground down on you as he began to run his hands over you.  They grazed over your neck and down to your breasts, teasing and pinching at them.  He skimmed them down your side to your ass, gripping it and massaging it.  His cock began to harden and press against your cunt and you moaned softly.

“Hurry it up, Sam.  This is a contest.”  Bucky teased.

Sam pulled back and licked his fingers before slipping them between your folds.  He began to rub your clit.  The pattern was erratic.  Hard and fast, slow and wide, buzzing quickly back and forth, circling around and making figures of eight.  You couldn’t get used to it and it sent shock waves running up and down your spine.   You came with a sudden cry, bucking your hips up and clutching the sheets in your fits.

Sam chuckled and pulled back looking down at you.  “One - nothing.”

Bucky pushed him.  “My turn.”

Sam moved to the side while Bucky crawled up in between your legs.  He placed a kiss on the apex of your thigh as he looked up at you.  You bit your bottom lip and watch as he licked up your folds.  First circling your entrance and then swirling it over your clit.  He hummed to himself but his blue eyes never left yours.  He began to suck on your clit and he reached up and grabbed your breast.  Kneading it and pinching your nipple.  You keened and bucked up into his mouth.  He focused down, sucking and nipping at your clit.  His tongue flicked back and forth and painted out the alphabet.

Your orgasm came much faster this time due to already being so sensitive and close from your last one.  “Fuck!”  You cried your hips jerking as your orgasm crashed down over you.  Bucky sat up and wiped his mouth.  “One all.”

Sam’s hand was at your cunt before Bucky had even moved away completely.  He thrust two fingers inside of you and curled them.  Bucky moved to your other side and leaned over and kissed Sam.  You watched them kiss as Sam’s fingers moved inside you, dragging over your inner walls again and again until he hit that sweet spot inside you.  It sent a jolt right up your spine and you arched your back.  “Fuck!”  You cried.

“That’s it, honey,”  Sam praised.  “Let it happen.”

You tried to relax but your legs began to tremble.  He thrust his fingers against and again against your g-spot.  Pressure built in your core and with a loud animalist cry you came.

Sam slowed his fingers and took them away  “2-1.”  Sam said.

Bucky’s hand took the place of Sam’s and he thrust two of them in you and started fucking you with them.  His metal fingers went to your clit and he rubbed it as hard as he fucked you with his other hand.  It felt like you were still coming down from the orgasm that Sam gave you when this new one from Bucky tore through you.  You couldn’t even form a coherent word, it was just a garbled scream as you arched up off the bed with it.

Sam stood and took off his pants.  You watched him feeling a little light-headed.  Endorphins coursed through your system making your head fuzzy and your heart racing.

He kneeled on the bed and patted your hip. “Hands and knees.”

You complied, though your arms didn’t seem to want to hold you up.  Sam lined himself up behind you and thrust in.  You fell forward, your head falling in Bucky’s lap.  He stroked your hair as Sam fucked you from behind.  Your swollen and sensitive cunt stretched and filled as he pounded into you.  His hand wrapped around your waist and he rubbed your clit.  “That’s it, god you feel so fucking good.”  He praised.

You moaned and clenched around his cock, pressing your face into Bucky’s thigh and digging your fingers into the thick, corded muscles in his legs.  Sam’s free hand ran down your spine and grabbed you hip. You couldn’t hold yourself together and you came again, you moan muffled into Bucky’s flesh.

Sam pulled back with a grunt and sat down as Bucky guided you onto your back.  He took off his pants and pumped his cock a few times as you watched on panting.  He lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and suck into you.  You moaned and lifted your hips, so he would hit your g-spot with each thrust.

As he began to fuck you, you lost any semblance of control of your body.  Your sounds were primal and slipped from you unintentionally.  You couldn’t hold yourself up, and your muscles clenched and spasmed.  Bucky leaned forward and kissed you hard, pushing your knees up to your ears as he did.  You mewled into his lips and came again, your whole body shuddering as it passed through you.

Bucky pulled out and you shook your head and patted both their legs.  “Don’t know if I can…”  You murmured.

Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head.  “You did so good, baby.”  He praised.   “Buck and I can finish with each other.”

You shook your head again.  “Want you to come inside me.”

They both chuckled and Buck brushed his lips over your forehead.  “Such a greedy gal.”

Sam grabbed the lube and generously coated his cock with it before handing it to Bucky.  As Bucky began to slick his cock, Sam lay back and you climbed up on him.  You could barely even keep yourself up, you were so spent.  Yet, you managed to guide him back into you before settling down against his chest.  He slowly rolled his hips into you and you moaned softly into his neck.  “That’s my girl.”  He whispered, kissing just under your ear.

Bucky moved behind you, his cock pressed on your entrance and he sunk in, stretching and filling you completely.  The sting and dull ache seemed far off compared to the current that ran through your veins, spreading out from your cunt, it was nothing.

Bucky began to thrust slow and deep into you as Sam countered it with a quick, shallow rutting of his hips.  You buried your face in Sam’s neck and panted as they pulled you apart once again.

Bucky leaned over your shoulder as he fucked you from behind and Sam leaned up, kissing him deeply.  The soft moans and smacking of their lips almost drowned out completely by your moans.

Everything was fuzzy, but it was also good.  All you were, all you knew, was the pleasure surging in you.  Sweat beaded on your skin and yet it had erupted in goosebumps.

With a loud cry, you came hard, your whole body clenching between them.  It dragged Sam over and he released with a grunt, thrusting hard up into you.  The pulse of his cock against Bucky’s as it emptied set Bucky off too.

As all three of your orgasms passed and your bodies settled, first Bucky slipped out and then Sam, though he let you stay lying on top of him.

“How are you doing there, darlin’?”  Bucky asked, running the cool metal of his hand down your flushed skin.

You murmured contentedly against Sam’s skin.

“I’ll go run a bath and come get her when it’s ready,”  Bucky said.

Sam nodded.  “Thanks, Buck,”  Sam said.  “So are we calling it a tie?”

Bucky gave Sam the finger as he headed to the bathroom.  “No way, man.  That was my win.”

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[kimannhart]

bite with a bullet

Bucky isn’t oblivious, as much as Natasha wants to debate that he is, he truly isn’t... Okay, well he isn’t oblivious when it comes to the business and Tony. Everything else is fair game. So, it’s no surprise to anyone when Bucky notices that Tony is late coming home one night. 

Some might say that Bucky is overreacting, and that Tony is just running a bit late. (Though, they would never ever say that to Bucky’s face, afraid to upset the Mob Boss. The only people brave enough are his family, the Avengers.) But Bucky is certain he isn’t. He was about to call in Sharon and Sam when Bucky spots Tony trying to silently sneak past him. Bucky narrows his eyes when he notices the disheveled look that Tony is sporting and how he curled into himself. 

“Doll?” Bucky hesitantly calls out. 

Tony suddenly freezes and lets out a small whimper. 

That whimper catches Bucky’s attention. He slowly makes his way over to Tony. Bucky frowns when he sees bruises scattered upon his lover’s arms. His eyes scanned over Tony’s body, looking for more injuries. The worry and concern that Bucky has been sporting the whole evening, ends up growing a tenth-fold when his eyes land on Tony’s hand that was clutching his side. 

Bucky’s eyes widen when he moves Tony’s hand away and spots a dark red. 

Blood.

It was fucking blood. 

Quickly, Bucky lifts Tony into his arms and hastily heads to their med-bay that they have in their manor. 

“HELEN! BRUCE!” He calls out, hoping that someone can hear him. “I NEED YOU TWO IN THE MED-BAY ASAP! TONY’S HURT!” 

Bucky carefully sets Tony down on the bed, trying his best to comfort Tony when he lets out a small cry. “I know it hurts, babydoll. Helen and Bruce will be here soon, okay?”

Helen and Bruce arrived ten seconds later. A small gasp escapes Helen’s mouth when she notices the blood. Bruce ends up a bit shocked at the state of Tony. Luckily, they were able to snap out of their daze moment and get to work before Bucky snapped at them.

—

Late that night, Tony is lying peacefully on the bed, his injuries carefully tended to, with Bucky sitting in a chair to his right. Bucky held tightly onto Tony’s hand, afraid to let go, as if he let go someone would come and hurt Tony again.

“Honey?” 

Tony’s voice breaks Bucky out of his thoughts. Bucky lifts his head and looks at the scratches that covered one side of Tony’s face. 

“I’m okay,” Tony reassured. 

Bucky shook his head. “You’re not. You were shot, Tony. That’s… that’s not okay!” 

Tony looks down, knowing that what happened to him, wasn’t okay whatsoever.

Bucky tilts Tony’s chin up and moves his hand to cup Tony’s uninjured cheek. He looks at Tony, his gaze hard and jaw clenched, trying his best to keep his anger contained. “Who did this to you?”

Tony stays silent. 

“Tony,” Bucky pushes. “Please,” his voice quiet and tense, “tell me who did this to you.”

“HYDRA.”

~~

This is for my lovely @eirlyssa and my lovely peaches, @sweeetmonstrosity, I hope you two like this! :D

This also fulfills my B4 - Iron Man/Tony Stark square for @buckybarnesbingo!

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[writemarvelousthings]

Home Comforts

Name of Piece: Home Comforts Square Filled: Comfort Clothes Rating (General / Teen ) Warnings: Insecure Bucky, lots and lots of fluff! Summary: You’re a witty, charming and brilliant writer at the peak of your career. He’s a slightly overweight kindergarten teacher who has to pinch himself daily that a guy like him landed a girl like you. Especially when you insist on wearing his oversize sweatshirt. Created for @buckybarnesbingo A/N: I have a secret confession in that I love love LOVE Chubby!Bucky and the idea of him as a kindergarten teacher has me swooning! So I thought this square would be perfect for me to indulge myself, I hope you all enjoy! Tagging those who might like this! @bucky-plums-barnes @cametobuyplums @propertyofpoeandbucky @abovethesmokestacks

Gif not mine!

Bucky didn’t think he would be as lucky a second time around, after the fiasco with Dot. Bucky had resigned himself that he would live the rest of his life out in solitude, convincing himself he had some of the greatest friends a guy could ask for. That he loved his job, like. Seriously loved it, each day Bucky looked forward to the eager faces of his class. The amusing questions he would later tell Steve and Natasha over a beer on Nat’s balcony. That those kids didn’t care that he had a little extra around the middle, not when he brought in a large box of doughnuts on the last Friday of every month. No, Bucky had convinced himself that he was happy with his life. Then he met you.

Younger, talented, with a carefree breeze and a dazzling smile that left Bucky breathless and slightly weak at the knees as you grasped his hand in yours shaking it firmly. It took everything he had not to crumble into a stuttering mess in front of you and Principal Hill. You were there to write a piece on the school and its achievements and contribution to the community but all Bucky could think of was you in that damn sky blue dress. He tried to focus on his day, trying to convince his class that subtraction wasn’t that difficult than addition, then you wandered into his classroom with a warm kind smile that ignited a fire in his belly and the rest was history.

A first date that had him sweating in anticipation, the cold tendrils of self doubt curling around his mind like thick molasses. Waiting outside your apartment door clutching the bouquet of sunflowers, second-guessing the brightness of the petals wondering if roses would have been more appropriate. But the pure joy that bloomed across your face when you saw him snuffed out any negative thoughts Bucky had. One date turned into two, then three. Soon Bucky found himself waking up with you beside him more often than not, pet names like sweetheart and babydoll poured from his lips freely and unabashedly.

“You’re smitten with her” Nat commented one night, he had brought you over to meet his two closest friends and to get their support and, admittedly. To show you off, you had bonded with Steve over an artist Bucky had no idea about but it caused Steve to light up like a Christmas tree causing Natasha to grin fondly at her fiance. You insisted to help Natasha in the kitchen, questions of how the other woman had started up her own self-defence gym and that you’d love to write a piece about it and the importance it was that woman knew about the small little gym in queens cause Natasha to gape at you. It was a rare treat to see the red-headed Russian lost for words. One that Bucky watched with amusement from the kitchen bench.

“I’m not smitten” A perfectly plucked red brow arched back at him, the two of them stood side by side in the kitchen clearing the last of the dishes away as you and Steve stood out on the balcony red wine swirling in crystal glass as the sunset bathed you in an ethereal glow. Clearing his throat he looked back at Natasha who pursed her lips in amusement.

“Right, you just give her long wistful looks. Smile when she laughs and constantly look in her direction when you think no one notices. But sure, not smitten at all”

“Fuck off” he gruffed, throwing a tea towel at one-half of his best friends to distract her from the growing hot redness spreading across his cheeks.

“Nice, you teach those rugrats that kinda thing. But seriously James, I’m happy for you” Bucky arched his own brow back at Natasha.

“You haven’t been this happy since you got that teaching job and I can tell she brings out a confidence in you that we all thought was long gone. She’s a great girl, don’t let your insecurities get in the way”

Don’t let his insecurities get in the way, easier said than done. He was thirty-six, unmarried slightly overweight kindergarten teacher and you. You were like sunshine, blazing bright and free, unencumbered with any thoughts of doubt or self-consciousness that he experienced. Bucky often looked in the mirror and wondered what you saw in him, why you chose him. But he tried to do as Nat told him, he adored you and he was sure you felt the same way. Why else would you elect to stay at his apartment while he was at work?

The day had been long, filled with moments of laughter at the sight of Peter and Ned trying to build a spaceship out of small building blocks. And fondness as he graciously accepted a drawing from Michelle who had depicted him on top of a mountain with the words “Gratest techer in the wowld” The spelling needing some improvement but the sentiment made Bucky’s heart sing. He was eager to share the drawing with you and place it with others littering his study walls from students from of the past. Wanting to tell you how small little Shuri was one, if not the smartest little girl he had ever met. Slipping his key into the lock he was about to announce his arrival but the sight of you made his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth.

You were sat on the couch, legs tucked underneath you as you absentmindedly chewed on the end of your pen. The mundane innocent position shouldn’t have made Bucky's head spin, but everything about you made Bucky weak.

“Hey there Mr Barnes” the smirks on your lips and the light suggestive tone almost made Bucky’s heart give out, but there was one detail on your body that he couldn’t get past.

“Is that my sweater?” he all but yelled at you, taken aback you looked down at the navy sweater. The sleeves were pushed up to your elbows, there was a hole in the seam of the collar exposing the patch of your skin beneath it. Bucky winced at just how old that sweater was and the multitude of stains down the front of it. A flash of hot embarrassment coursed down Bucky spine as he realised that it hadn't been washed in an embarrassingly amount of time that he would never admit too. Bucky was suddenly torn simultaneously wanting to burn that god damn sweater and see you wear nothing else ever again.

“Oh yeah, it was on the back of your desk chair and I got cold. You don’t mind do you?” Did he mind? It took all of his self-control not to drag you back to the bedroom to pick up where he’d left off this morning before you had reminded him he had twenty little people he was responsible for today.

“Nnn..no it’s just... I would have washed it if I’d had know..” rubbing the back of his neck trying to push down the hot flashes of embarrassment.

“I don’t mind, it smells like you” a simple statement, an innocent declaration that caused you to push up from the couch and into Bucky’s arms. You hands pressed gently against Bucky’s soft middle, an action that would have made Bucky squirm and shy away. In the fading days of his and Dot’s relationship, she would never have so readily sought out affection. Bucky always found himself chasing the redhead like a lost puppy, one of the many reasons she called it off between them. Along with his physique and lack of self-confidence the catalyst for their broken relationship. But here you were, in his arms. In his sweatshirt, in his apartment.

“How’d I get so damn lucky?” Bucky breathed, nudging his nose against yours gently earning a soft giggle as you press yourself into him more.

“You’re lucky you have such comfortable clothes Mr Barnes” a flash of remembering Bucky thrust the piece of paper into your hands. Biting his lip as that bright joyous smile spread across your face.

“I take it back, those kids are the lucky ones. They do have the greatest teacher in the world”

“Only cause I have the greatest girlfriend to come home to” a sharp snort of laughter through your nose followed by the words suspiciously sounding like ‘smart ass’ causes Bucky to grin. Dipping down he presses a firm kiss to your lips, then two more for good measure. The burst of affections makes you giggle, squirming in his hold slightly. Causing one of the sleeves of his sweater to fall down over your hand as you push against his chest.

“Alright Romeo, why don’t you hang this up with the others and I’ll get dinner started”

“You really are the woman of my dreams” A swift shove to his chest has him chuckling as you retreat to the kitchen throwing a smirk at him, the sweater slightly falling over your shoulder adding another reason Bucky wanted to chase after you. But he didn’t, there would be plenty of time for that later. Smoothing out the piece of paper Bucky makes sure it can be seen in the ever-growing wall of pictures and letters he had accumulated over the years. Each one reminding him that he was worth the happiness he felt, the biggest remind currently humming a nameless tune in his kitchen and for the first time. In a very long time, Bucky felt loved.

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[phoenixgryphon]

Red

Square filled: Y5 - Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

I cant remember if diagonal bingo lines were a thing, but if it is that’s one bingo line done.

A couple of panels about Bucky in his Bucharest apartment filtering through hazy memories one day...a particular word getting stuck in his mind triggering a foggy memory of a particular woman and red rooms.

 @flintrage and I have a few metas about his journals, in particular he’d have like pages upon pages of only things that he’d understand; they’d be filled with things like vague sketches, incoherent strings of words/sentences and so on. He’d be jotting down memories before he forgets them.

Also a small thanks to @steverogersnotebook for that one apartment meta post.

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[rebelmeg]

For my @buckybarnesbingo square U4 - honor

(I may have hurt my own feelings doing this moodboard.)

I found an absolutely AMAZING breakdown of what medals Bucky probably would have been eligible for during the war, found here, and it is FANTASTIC.

Seen up there are an Oak Leaf, a Purple Heart, a Distinguished Service Cross, and a Victory Medal.

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