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The Perfect Plan

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3065 words

Warnings: a little bit of an angsty piece I’ve been working on in an attempt to kick writers block’s ass. (I imagine this set somewhere after civil war, I just liked the gif)

Summary: Bucky pulls his punches when sparring with the reader, which doesn’t exactly go as planned 

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“How do you ever expect me to get better if you keep pulling your punches?”

The words left your lips as little more than a huff as you pulled away from Bucky, that accusatory glare of yours burning into his skin.

Clearly, something was going on.

The two of you had been sparing since before the sun came up and even still, nothing had changed.

You both knew that he could easily knock you from your feet, a million times over if he wanted to, but for whatever reason, he hadn’t. He had hardly landed a single swing, and that told you one very important thing.

He was holding back.

You could feel it.

Normally when you two were sparring, trading shots and doing everything you could to get better, he gave you just about everything he had.

That was the deal.

In order for you to gain the skills necessary to be of any help to him and the rest of the team, Bucky knew that you’d have to take on people that meant you real harm. They weren’t going to look out for your safety.

They weren’t going to be careful not to hit you too hard.

That was just something that you were both going to have to deal with, whether Bucky liked it or not.

Unfortunately, that didn’t make training you any easier for the man in question. There were too many moving parts and too many things that could go wrong, especially with him.

It was complicated, Bucky was complicated, and you just didn’t seem to grasp the gravity of it all.

That, or you didn’t care, and neither of those options brought him any comfort.

“I’m not” he tried, stepping  back from you again, dropping both arms at his sides, the tone of his voice not even enough to convince him.

It wasn’t entirely his fault.

Bucky just didn’t want to hurt you, even if he knew it was all for the greater good and frankly, that didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world.

He wasn’t supposed to want to hurt you, but there was no other way.

You had told him that a million times.

Dating The Winter Soldier, as you’d chosen to do, came with risks and since you weren’t about to leave the man you loved no matter the danger, the only other way to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed would be if he helped you.

Helped you prepare and helped you learn to take care of yourself, even when he wasn’t around.

Besides, you had already proven to him that you could handle yourself, and you trusted Bucky. That was why you’d asked him to help you with this in the first place.

“No? Then why haven’t you hit me once?” you questioned, your hands falling on your hips as you surveyed him, clearly waiting for some kind of reason for his actions other than the one you both knew was the truth.

There was silence between you for a moment, a silence that filled the usually packed training room, and knocked Bucky further out of his depth.

Anything he came up with would be too clearly an excuse.

Not that saying nothing at all was much better.

“Maybe you’re just better than you’re giving yourself credit for” he eventually tried, admiring the near look of disdain on your face as you processed his answer.

It was a lie.

A piss-poor excuse for something you should have seen coming before you even agreed to any of this. Bucky loved you, and because he loved you, it was hard for him to do this for you. It was hard for him to set his mind aside, for even a moment.

It was too dangerous, even if you didn’t believe it.

“Maybe” you grumbled, shaking your hands out at your sides for a moment, forcing your attention away from the handsome face of the man you loved.

Who, in this moment, was driving you insane.

“Or, and this is just a theory, you don’t actually want me to get better” you countered, wiping a small bit of sweat from your brow. Bucky may not have been trying to accomplish anything today, but you had been giving this everything you had.

Since sun up.

Your tone once again caught Bucky off guard. You were angry, evidently, because he had made the executive decision not to use his years of experience in this area to knock you on your ass.

It didn’t make any sense.

Still, he couldn’t just let you think that he would deliberately throw your training because of something so stupid. He was under no illusions of what you were capable of, and was sure that in time, you’d be a force all your own.

It was just going to be hard for him to get you there, all alone.

“Of course I want you to get better. I just don’t want to hurt you” Bucky shrugged, actually forcing a laugh from your lungs.

On any other day, you would have understood but today, it was a problem. It was a problem because this wasn’t part of your deal.

He was supposed to be helping you.

He had agreed to help you, and if he wasn’t able to, that was fine, but he definitely should have brought it up before now.

“You agreed to help me do this” you reminded, more for yourself than him as you tried to figure this out. There had to be some kind of strategy, something you could do that would make him take this seriously.

All you had to do was take a different approach.

“What did you think we’d be doing? Holding hands? Baking cookies?” you taunted, loosely wrapping and unwrapping your hand as you spoke, just as Steve taught you to do, not even bothering to look Buck in the eye.

You loved him.

You understood that he was actively terrified of the hell that lived in his mind, constantly painting the space behind his eyes with horror, but that was exactly why he had to be the one to do this for you.

If you found yourself in danger, it would likely be due to your connection to him but even if it wasn’t, there was always the slim, albeit entirely possible, chance that it would be at his own hand.

When Bucky was out of control, when the Winter Soldier took over, there was no telling what he was capable of. You had seen it with your own two eyes, and if he even became that again, you had to be able to do something.

Even if all you could actually do was keep him from killing you.

So, with that in mind and no real idea what you were planning on doing, or what difference it would make, you swung your weight in his direction again, putting everything you had into a punch that you landed without fail in the center of his chest.

Though, again, Bucky did nothing to retaliate.

He didn’t make a move to strike, to move or even to speak. All he did was look at you, the hint of a smirk threatening to betray him the longer you put this on.

Not that he needed to be reminded, but you never ceased to amaze him with how determined you could be.

“I am helping you get better, your form is incredible” Bucky reasoned, enjoying the way your face scrunched up in annoyance as he further dug himself into whatever hole he’d been digging, his eyes scanning over you as you stood in front of him.

He was playing with you, of course.

In the beginning, it had been a real offer and it still was, in part.

If you were going to be out there with them, in the heat of combat, you needed to be prepared and he was the perfect person to make sure you were. It wasn’t his fault that watching you get flustered was a hell of a lot more fun than beating you up over and over.

The latter just wasn’t something he was willing to do, even if it was perhaps the best way for you to learn.

“Really? Because when you train with Nat, she leaves with bruises” you finally spit, choosing to ignore the clear irony of actively asking the man you loved to beat you up.

It was true.

Natasha and Bucky had regular appointments together, just like this one, except when she asked him to, he landed his hits…every time.

The reality was that the enemy, and whatever was out there,  wouldn’t go easy on you.

You had to learn to take a punch, and to land quite a few of your own in return, two things you couldn’t do without Bucky’s help.

Help that he just wasn’t giving.

“Now hold on, that isn’t fair” your partner sighed, but you didn’t give him the time to come up with some half-baked reason this time.

You weren’t some porcelain doll, constantly on the edge of shattering. You were a part of this team just like he was, and all you needed was a little help to get on the same level.

Of all people, you could have thought he’d understand that.

“Isn’t it? What’s the difference between her and me?” you kept going, your right hand falling square in the center of his chest, hard enough for that little voice in the back of your head to question if you should stop.

Not that you were going to.

This was important to you, even if it didn’t matter to him.

“Nat could handle it” he yelled back, the implication there more than enough to spur on the heat beneath your skin all over again, his hand gingerly capturing you at the wrist.

So that was what this was about.

He didn’t think you could do this, no matter how many times he assured you that you could before now.

As much as this was about Bucky being scared of his past, and the things he couldn’t control, it obviously has something to do with his opinion of you as well. Clearly, he thought that you were weak or pathetic, neither of which you were just going to accept.

It wasn’t in your nature.

“I don’t know why I thought you could help me with this. I should have asked Steve” you scoffed back, watching as his face twitched now, telling you that you’d plucked a nerve there, without even meaning to.

Good.

As much as Bucky meant to you, this wasn’t about your relationship. This wasn’t about love, and it wasn't about protecting you.

This was about you being able to protect yourself, and it was important.

“You think I’m going easy on you? Steve wouldn’t have even shown up for something like this” the raven-haired male decided, admiring you with a smug smirk.

He had you there.

Steve only really spared solo, having told you several times that he preferred to save the fighting for the real enemy. You doubted any amount of begging would get you the result you wanted, and then you’d be back here.

Dealing with Bucky, in all his brooding.

You had never known someone to be so damn stubborn, though Bucky would argue that could be rectified by looking in a mirror.

“Well, there’s gotta be somebody in this place who doesn’t think I’m weak” you prodded, your pointer finger finding purchase in the tense muscle of his pectoral.

Just to further prove your point.

“Now come on, you know that’s not what I meant. It’s just that you’re just starting, and I don’t want to push you too hard” he tried, finally backing down as much as he was willing to, when he saw the smallest twinkle of real hurt in your eyes.

This wasn’t just you getting frustrated, or trying to goad him into a fight.

You genuinely believed he thought you were weak, and that couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

He was just scared of bringing you into this, and while that wasn’t what you’d come here for, it was easier to get a rise out of you than admitting that.

“Because you think I’ll break” you inferred, taking him that step further, earning a groan from his lips, that familiar crease in his brown ridge making another appearance.

This whole thing had been fun for him, as long as he was pulling the strings but it wasn’t nearly as entertaining to have to take what he’d gotten really good at dishing out.

“Because if you do, I don’t want to be the one responsible”

It was his worst nightmare.

One that he’d had to live over and over again, all those memories, flashes of faces now replaced in his sleep with your own. Bucky wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything ever happened to you at his hand.

He just wouldn't.

It was one thing for you to want to join the fight, but it was another one entirely for him to be the one on the other side of it.

There was silence between you for a long moment as you considered his words, and the sheer weight of them as they left his lips and met your ears.

You wanted to disagree with him, to keep pushing the envelope and argue that that was nothing more than an excuse, but deep down, you knew you couldn’t. Bucky wasn't the kind to make empty promises or weak excuses for his actions.

He never had been.

So, as much as you hated to, you nodded, letting the tense muscles in your jaw relax as you tried to decide where to go from here.

If Buck wasn’t comfortable with it, you’d have to find someone who was, which proved to be a rather daunting task given the rooster. Still, you didn’t want to push him too far, especially if this would put the man you loved in a bad place.

That was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Okay, I’ll just ask around. I’m sure someone else will help me” you shrugged, forcing a gentle smile to your face in an effort to mask the disappointment swelling in the pit of your stomach.

It wasn’t his fault.

Bucky was who he was, and he couldn’t be blamed for being afraid of what he was capable of. Maybe you could try again later, after you got a little more confident in your own abilities in combat.

After you knew what you were doing.

“I don’t want you to do that. I can do this, I just want to be careful” came Bucky’s inevitable reply as he did a fair amount of his own thinking. It had been a while since he’d been out of control, albeit not as long as he’d have liked, and it should be fine.

He just didn’t like having to rely on things probably being okay.

“I should have mentioned it earlier, I really thought I could handle it, but once I got here, it just felt different” he continued, absently taking your hand in his own as he spoke, his fingers playing at the cloth dressing your knuckles.

Hand to hand just never felt quite right to him anymore, even when it was just sparring. He always felt like he was one step away from disaster, one step away from losing what little bit of him was still him, in the first place.

“I get it” you allowed, giving his right hand a reassuring squeeze, further driving home that you weren’t upset with him, and that you didn’t blame him for trying to protect you.

You loved him, and this wasn’t going to change that.

Nothing was ever going to change that.

The two of you always made things work, and even if you didn’t do things the traditional way, you got things done your way.

…and this was no different.

Just because Bucky wasn’t comfortable physically training with you yet didn’t mean that he couldn’t help you. It just meant that you had to think about it differently, and make it work for you.

“How about we try something different? You said my form is good but I could still use help with the logistics” you explained, watching as Bucky’s face changed from one of guilt to one of subtle concentration, as he followed your words.

Of course, you hadn’t gotten to the point yet but it didn’t matter.

If there was anything he could do to help you, he’d do it, so long as he was sure he could do it while also keeping you safe.

“Yeah, your stance is solid” Bucky repeated, allowing you to lead him over to the other side of the gym like a puppy after its master, ever willing to do whatever it took to please you.

Clearly, the gears were turning in your head, all he had to do was listen.

“Thanks, but what I still need help with is all the other stuff. How much force do I put behind a punch? How do I maintain my own balance while trying to get the upper hand, especially against someone stronger or more skilled than me?” you hummed, only stopping your task once you reached your destination.

The Punching bag.

If you couldn’t actively train opposite Bucky, the next best thing would have to do. In this case, the next best thing would be sparing against the punching bag in front of you, under the watchful eye and expert guidance of your lover.

Who, based on the look that was developing on his handsome face, just realized where you were going with this.

How had he missed this?

It had been staring you both in the face this entire time, just like Steve’s refusal to fight unless he was in the face of danger, all Bucky had to do was keep his distance til he was ready.

It was the perfect plan.

You could develop your skill, and he could still help you, maintaining a comfortable distance until he was sure he could handle it.

“I’ll teach you everything and then, when we’re both ready, I’ll show you” You had never known someone to be so damn stubborn, though Bucky would argue that could be rectified by looking in a mirror.

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[auroracalisto]

Hi there! Love your writing and wanted to send in a quick request for a Bucky x Plus Size Reader fic. Reader is shy and socially awkward while her friend, Dottie, is seen as more attractive and social. As a result, most men notice HER rather than Reader. That is until Bucky comes along. Cue Dottie trying to flirt with him, much to reader's frustration. Would love to see a Reader, Dottie, Bucky love triangle, maybe some jealousy and pining that leads to smut?

hi!  a couple of things.  this didn’t really lead to smut but there are a couple sexual jokes/innuendos, and it might not entirely follow your request perfectly. there are also some negative comments about weight (all coming from dottie tho).  however, if you’d like me to redo it, just let me know!  sorry for taking so long, love.

It was always something like this.  You would be left alone, much to your dismay, as Dottie goes off with yet another man.  You couldn’t stay mad at her—she was your best friend, and she meant everything to you.  And yet, it still rubbed you the wrong way when she would just leave you without a second thought.  

Sometimes, after work, the two of you were supposed to meet by the elevators, so you could go out to eat.  Days like today.  Only today, Dottie was nowhere to be seen.  

You looked around the Avengers tower, sighing.  You were just a secretary.  You weren’t allowed above the floor in which you were stationed—if you were ever promoted, that would be a different story.  So you stood, waiting by the elevators.  Pulling out your phone, you tried calling Dottie, but to no avail.  She didn’t answer. 

You groaned softly and stuffed your phone back in your pocket, crossing your arms over your chest.  

The elevator doors opened up behind you, and you moved just slightly closer to the wall to avoid getting in anyone’s way.  You looked towards the elevator, locking eyes with Steve Rogers.  He was always nice—he also always greeted you with a smile when he came in.  But standing beside him was his best friend; Bucky Barnes.  When you turned your attention to him, you couldn’t help but try to keep your cheeks from burning.  He was looking right at you.  At least, you thought he was.  The slap on your arm drew you out of your mind.  

“[Your name],” Dot said, crossing her arms over her chest.  She was gorgeous.  He had to have been staring at her.  “Come on.  We’re going to be late because of you,” she rolled her eyes.  

You wanted to counteract.  But you stayed quiet, just nodding.  

As the two of you passed by Steve and Bucky, Bucky kept his eyes on you.

Steve waited until you both were gone before he looked at his friend.  “She’s really sweet, Buck.  Go for it.”

He rolled his eyes.  “Leave me alone.”

—

You saw Bucky more often, and you had even started talking to him on a daily basis.  However, you also started seeing Dottie more often as well.  She was always there when Bucky was around.  You thought it was odd, seeing as Dottie worked towards one of the back rooms and Bucky was an Avenger.  You never understood why he hung around your little nook until Dot blatantly flirted with him one day.  Right in front of you. 

“You know, I’m sure that hand of yours could do wonders,” Dottie said, leaning against the counter of your station, grinning in Bucky’s direction as he handed you a coffee.  

You hadn’t even asked for it, and yet, he got one for you from the breakroom.  

You diverted your attention from the kind man to your friend, your eyes wide.  “Dot, what the hell—”

Dot rolled her eyes again.  She had been doing that a lot, lately.  She just smiled, batting her eyelashes in Bucky’s direction.  “I’ve got a pretty nice place.  You could come by, we could watch a couple—”

“—no thank you,” Bucky smiled softly.  It took everything in him not to admit that he didn’t like her in that way.  No, he liked someone else.  But he didn’t have the guts to tell her that.  Not yet, anyway.  

“What?” Dottie stared him down, keeping her smile plastered to her face.  “Why not?  Am I not skinny enough for you?  I can work on that, cutie.  It’s not a big deal.”

Oh, you thought, she’s doing this on purpose.  

It was no secret that you were a bigger girl.  And while most days, you were perfectly fine with your body, snide comments like that always made you insecure.  And Dottie did that a lot.  You wondered if that was one of the reasons you weren’t surprised she said it.  

“I promise, doll, it has nothing to do with that,” Bucky said, staring right back at her.  He was appalled that she would even think that.  It didn’t even occur to him why she would say something like that until he looked at you.  He could see how uncomfortable you were and he clenched his jaw before making eye contact with Dot again.  “You know what?”

Dottie began to smile.  “What?”

“I don’t think we’re ‘meant to be,’” he softly scoffed.  “You’re pretty, but I don’t like you like that.”

“Oh, come on,” she groaned, leaning against the counter again.  She kept her arms under her breasts, pushing them up as she talked to Bucky.  “You’ve got to be kidding.  We’d be perfect together.”

“Dot, just give it a break,” you said, getting to your feet.  “He said he doesn’t like you.”

Dottie broke her trance on Bucky, turning her full attention to you.  “I’m sorry, were you under the impression that I was talking to you?” she asked, letting out a curt laugh.  “I don’t know where you got that impression, but sweetheart, Bucky wouldn’t go for someone like you.”

“Like me?” you asked, tears stinging your eyes.  What a good friend she was. 

“Who the fuck said you know what I like?” Bucky huffed through his nose.  “Dot, leave.  Before I call security.  Hell, I’ll just take you out myself.  Don’t you ever,” he said, walking over to her, pushing her off the counter, “talk to [Your name] that.”

“What are you gonna do?” Dot leaned forward, close enough to his face that he could feel her breath on his lips.  

Bucky took a step back, glaring at the woman.  “Just go.”

Dottie stamped her heeled foot to the ground like a child before she looked right at you, once more.  You could feel the coldness radiating off her glare.  “You’re such a fucking fatass.  I was only ever friends with you because you made me look ten times hotter than I already was, bitch.”

She didn’t dare to look at Bucky, quickly rushing off before he could react.  

You bit your lip, holding back any more tears that you had.  

The man standing in front of your desk turned to face you, his anger washing into concern when he saw your tears.  

“Hey…”

He walked around to where you were standing and he pulled you into a hug.  You welcomed it.  You couldn't believe that Dottie acted that way.  You never thought she would say something like that, but you supposed there was always a side of people that you would never see until they didn’t get what they really wanted.  

“She’s not even pretty,” Bucky said, in an attempt to comfort you.

You laughed and pulled back.  “She is, Buck.  She is.  But… but her personality is shit, isn’t it?” you asked, looking up at him. 

Bucky smiled.  “Yeah.  Shit.”

You sniffled softly and wiped your tears away.  

“You don’t have to stick around here anymore,” you softly said, moving to sit back down in your seat.

Bucky took your hand rather quickly, stopping you.  “I only ever came to talk to you.  Dot was just a… roadblock.”

You narrowed your eyes for a moment.  “A roadblock?”  While you most definitely might have had another phrase in mind, you couldn’t help but melt at the smile he gave you. 

“I only ever wanted to talk to you.  I was too… chicken to actually tell you, but I really like you, [Your name].”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t lie about something like that,” he grinned, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.  

You welcomed the physical contact, looking up at him with wide eyes.  “Well… well, uh, maybe let’s not talk about that here, while we’re at work—”

“—then let’s go talk about it somewhere else,” Bucky smiled.  “I… have a bike.”

“A bike?”

“Motorbike.”

Your cheeks burned again.  “I, uh, think I’d rather walk if we were to go anywhere.”

Bucky smiled even more.  “You’ll be fine.  And if anyone says anything, I’ll get you out of trouble.”

“That’s not what I’m concerned about—”

Bucky knew what you were referencing.  He just chuckled, taking both of your hands in his.  “Trust me.  It’ll be okay.”

Dottie was a total bitch—she made you cry in front of the guy you liked.  However, it led to not only you getting out of work early that afternoon, but it gave you an opportunity to really get to know Bucky.  As much as you hated to say that, you kind of owed your relationship with Bucky to Dottie—without her, the two of you would have probably longed after each other for years before someone slipped up and said something.  

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[buckybarnesowl]

Love in Four Acts

Pairing: fatws!Bucky x nurse!reader (featuring matchmaker!Alpine)

Word count: 7.5k

Summary: You’re a nurse living in Brooklyn. You’ve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesn’t seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet. That’s when you learn that he’s James Buchanan Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier. Well, there goes your chances. Or maybe getting close to a superhero isn’t as far-fetched as it sounds.

Warnings: some mentions of Bucky dealing with past trauma and lack of confidence; Bucky has a brief emotional breakdown; minimal use of y/n; some sweetheart, but no “doll”

A/n: This is my extremely late entry for @pellucid-constellations love letter writing challenge. This idea had been stuck in my head for a while and the challenge gave me the push I needed to flesh it out so thank you, Kathie, for the inspiration! And I incorporated these two prompts:

“And I’ve never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that.” “Is it fair to say that you read the love letter and that this means ‘yes’?”

PS: I made Dr. Raynor a good therapist because that’s what our boy deserves. Also Bucky and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle are basically the same character and no one can tell me otherwise. There are some major references to that movie so if you haven’t seen it, my apologies.

Act I

Lose a chatty white cat? Come knock on 3B. -Y/n

You pinned the note to the cork board next to the mailboxes and made your way back up to your apartment on the third floor.

You lived in an old three story walk-up. The kind with faded brick on the outside, no elevator, creaky wood floors, and never enough electrical outlets. The pipes shuddered in the walls at random times and sometimes the lights flickered. It was home and you loved it. The rent was cheap and everyone in the building was friendly enough.

Except for your next door neighbour.

Your shy, enigma of a neighbour who looked like a modern day Greek god. That chiselled jawline, his messy-on-top-short-on-the-sides brown hair, those black t-shirts and jeans he always wore that hugged him in all the right spots. It was enough to make heart beat pick up every time you passed each other in hallway.

You tried friendly hello’s and hi’s when he first moved in, which were always met with, well, nothing. He completely ignored all of your attempts at neighbourly interactions, averting his blue eyes to the ground whenever you greeted him. So you resigned to a simple smile anytime you crossed paths, in case he finally came out of his shell.

The old adage of you always want what you can’t have definitely held up. Your crush on your neighbour only intensified as the months went on.

There was something familiar about him, and he didn’t make you feel threatened the way most jacked up men would. Maybe it was his quiet demeanour, always trying to take up as little space as possible. Whatever it was, something in the way he carried himself made you feel safe knowing that you two shared a wall. New York had all sorts of strange people. It was comforting to know you had a strong neighbour next door in case something ever happened.

Not that you needed protection. You’d grown a thick skin over the past five years—working as a nurse in the emergency department at the Brooklyn Hospital Centre meant you dealt with some challenging situations. You loved your job, but you had definitely learned to think quick on your feet, becoming a master at diffusing a situation. Though it was your compassion and empathy that made you one of the top nurses on the floor and was why you put up with the shift work—you really just loved helping others.

“So who do you belong to, huh?” you asked the white ball of fur that was purring next to you on your couch. It let out a string of chirped meows in response as it pranced back and forth, nudging its head under your hand for more pets.

The feline had jumped in from the fire escape when you opened your window after getting back from your evening shift. The air was starting to warm up as winter finally retracted its icy grip over the city. You had felt the breath of spring in the air as you walked home from the train and wanted to let some fresh air in. As you pushed the heavy guillotine-style window up, the white cat bounded into your living room like a lightning bolt, nearly giving you a heart attack. You had stuck your head out of the window to see if any of your neighbours were out, but your search came up empty. You shut the window so the cat couldn’t escape, scribbled the quick note and ran down the stairs to post it. Your new visitor was perched on your couch when you came back a few minutes later, its tail lazily twitching back and forth, having wasted no time in making itself at home.

“Well whoever they are, I bet they miss you. You sure are sweet,” you continued, answered by another string of choppy meows.

A knock on the door interrupted your dialogue, and you scooped up the cat without even thinking whether or not it would be ok with being handled that way. Sure enough, the cat snuggled into the crook of your elbow, nuzzling its head under your chin. This was the most affectionate cat you had ever met.

You suffered your second close call with a heart attack that night as you opened your door. There stood your silent, moody, painfully attractive neighbour. He was wearing a leather jacket and black leather gloves on his hands, one of which was rubbing the back of his neck as he grimaced awkwardly at you.

“Hiya, neighbour,” you said as cooly as possible, desperately trying to ignore the pounding of your heart.

“Uh, sorry to bother you so late... but I read your note.”

“This sweet love muffin is yours I presume?” you asked, nudging your chin into the cat’s fur one last time before having to give it back.

Your crush chuckled at the nickname you’d already given his pet. “I’m not sure sweet is the right word to describe him. Though he sure seems to have taken a liking to you.”

“You mean he’s not like this all the time?”

“Uh, no. He barely lets me pick him up. You did get the chatty part right though. It's kinda nice to have around actually… I mean, uh…”

You watched as his icy blue eyes darkened and looked down at his hands he was now wringing together nervously. He’s lonely, you thought to yourself. Your heart clenched tighter for him.

“Well, I’m sure he’s going to be happy to be back home with you, won’t you…” you trailed off, realising you didn’t know what to call the cat. Or his owner for that matter.

Start with the easy one, Y/n, you told yourself. “What’s his name?”

“Alpine,” your neighbour replied softly, a half smile returning to his lips as he brought his gaze back up towards you. The cat mewled at the sound of his name, causing you both to laugh.

“Well, Alpine,” another meow, “it’s time to go back home with your dad.” You lifted the cat off your chest and handed him, with a bit of reluctance, back to your neighbour. You found a morsel of courage and added, “if you ever need a cat sitter, I’d be happy to. He’s a real sweetheart.”

“Thanks a lot. That’s uh, real kind of you,” he responded, a faint blush surfacing on his cheeks.

“Well, I guess I’ll let you two get reunited. I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Right,” he hesitated a moment, as if trying to decide if he should tell you his name. “I’m Bucky.”

“Well, Bucky, it was nice to finally meet you. Remember, if you ever need someone to watch him, or anything really, just knock.”

“Will do. G’night then.”

“‘Night, neighbour.”

You closed the door, your cheeks on fire as you let out a groan. “‘Night, neighbour,” you repeated mockingly. Could you have laid it on any thicker? And how could someone that hot be that awkward? It was adorable and only strengthened your crush.

Well, at least I know his name now, you thought. “Bucky.” It had a familiar ring to it, but you couldn’t place why.

As you lay in bed that night, your mind replaying the interaction over and over, you finally gave in and grabbed your phone. As soon as you clicked “go” after typing “Bucky” into the search field, your heart nearly stopped for the third time.

“No fucking way,” you exclaimed out loud.

Your neighbour was James Buchanan Barnes. Brainwashed ex-assassin turned Avenger. You were crushing on a literal superhero.

“Well, there goes that,” you sighed, turning over to finally try and get some sleep. At least you knew there was no chance anymore. Still, maybe you’d get lucky and at least dream about him. At this point, you’d take what you could get. You closed your eyes, smiling at the possibility as you drifted off.

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Act II

[Three weeks later]

“Shit,” Bucky muttered under his breath as he darted around his sparsely furnished apartment in search of his keys.

“I bet you did this on purpose, didn’t you,” he glared at Alpine.

The cat let out a single blunt chirp as he jumped onto the back of the couch to watch his owner fret over his belongings.

Bucky couldn’t afford to miss his appointment with Dr. Raynor. That was the whole basis of the pardon: state mandated therapy for a minimum of one year in exchange for exoneration from the crimes he the Winter Soldier committed.

“Ah ha!” he exclaimed, startling Alpine off the couch as he retrieved the set of keys from one of his shoes by the door. Must have fallen off the hook, he thought. The cat began circling through his legs while meowing at him, his routine every time Bucky prepared to leave.

Bucky picked up the cat and booped its small pink nose with the tip of his own. “I’ll be back soon, buddy. Don’t tear the place up while I’m out.”

The cat meowed low, as if offended at the thought, shaking himself out as soon as Bucky placed him back down on the floor.

When Bucky thinks back on what happened next, he can’t help but chuckle at the thought of his cat being this cunning. Normally Alpine would sit at the door as Bucky left. It was his send off routine that the cat never broke. Except for today. On this particular day, Alpine bolted through Bucky’s legs and into the hallway before the supersoldier knew what had happened.

“Dammit!” he yelled without thinking.

The curse caused you to turn around, your door still open as you were just getting home from an overnight shift. This gave Alpine enough time to brush past your legs and take immediate residence under your couch.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Bucky groaned under his breath.

“I think your cat might have a crush on me,” you said, any nervousness that normally bubbled up whenever you saw Bucky was currently being dulled by your fatigue from a 12-hour shift.

“I think you’re right,” Bucky chuckled. Him and me both, he admitted internally as he felt his cheeks heat up at the intrusive thought. Clearing his throat, he quickly found his words again. “I’m sorry to do this… you look like you’re just getting back from work… but, uh, would you mind watching him for just a few hours? I have an appointment that I really can’t miss.”

Bucky’s worry at the ask melted when he felt the warmth of your smile. “Of course! It usually takes me a few hours to wind down from a shift anyways, so it’s no trouble at all.”

“You’re a lifesaver. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

“Don’t sweat it. That’s what neighbours are for, right?”

Bucky felt his heart rate increase as he saw the sincerity in your eyes match the tone of your voice. How could someone this beautiful be this sweet? He felt his crush intensify with every interaction you both had, and it was almost becoming unbearable. Almost.

“Right. Well, thanks again. I’ll be back around 11. Is that okay?”

“Yup, no problem. Go on, or you’ll be late.”

“Thanks, neighbour”

“Anytime,” you said softly with your ever-present smile, making Bucky’s stomach flutter.

He nodded and turned away, before you could see how red his cheeks could go. "Thanks, neighbour"... Jesus Christ, Barnes, get it together and stop being a creep.

***

“I can sense the apprehension about asking your neighbour out. But I’m still not following how it would make you a creep. Can you try and explain that part for me?”

Bucky sighed as he looked up at the ceiling, then out the window. Dr. Raynor always forced him to articulate his thoughts in more detail than he felt comfortable with, or even capable of.

He loathed it.

And he also recognized that it was the part about this whole therapy thing that was helping him the most. Separating fears from reality. Getting at the root of his emotions, rather than burying them.

“It’s just…” he trailed off with another sigh, before forcing himself to push through the discomfort. “They're not dumb. I’m sure they know who I am. What I’ve done… there’s just no way they'd want to be with someone like me.” Bucky looked at his gloved hands pressed into his thighs. That was the crux of it, wasn’t it? He could never be good enough for someone like you.

“So what I’m hearing is that because of the actions you were brainwashed into carrying out, actions that you yourself would never do, you believe you could never be good enough for this neighbour who—from what you’ve shared with me—seems to like you quite a bit. Is that right?”

“I don’t know about that last part, but, yeah, I guess that’s it,” Bucky resigned quietly, finally making eye contact with Dr. Raynor again.

“I’m really sorry you feel that way, James. I bet it feels quite lonely to think that you don’t deserve to be liked or cared about by anyone.”

Bucky felt his eyes steam. It happened sometimes when Dr. Raynor touched on a hard truth. He wasn’t there yet, though. Letting himself cry. A few drops had seeped through the cracks, but the dam he had built since getting himself back was holding steady for now.

He sniffed before responding, urging the lump in his throat to retreat.

“I just… how could someone feel safe with me? Accept me… knowing all of that?”

“Well, like we’ve talked about in other sessions, that wasn’t you. I know it’s hard for you to accept and I understand why. But it's important I keep reiterating it. Why don’t we try looking at it from a new angle and see if this helps?”

Bucky nodded. As if I've got a choice.

“Great. Now imagine someone who’s been oppressed by their government and has had all of their freedoms taken away, including providing for their family. If they steal a loaf of bread to feed their starving children, do they deserve to go to jail?”

Bucky doesn’t even need to think about it. “No.”

“And if a child is held at gunpoint and told to shoot his pet dog or else his family would be killed, is he an animal killer?”

“Absolutely not.”

“So do you see that everything isn’t black or white? That in certain circumstances, under pressure, even when we know right from wrong, the lines are blurred?”

Bucky nodded.

“So can you then see how those lines are blurred even more when someone is brainwashed and trained to go against their conscience? When someone has their free will stripped from them?”

Bucky was silent for a long moment. He was conscious of the memories playing in the background of his mind as he processed what Dr. Raynor was asking him. Memories of missions as the Winter Soldier. But there was a new process happening that surprised him. It was faint at first, but he started seeing the person in the memories not as himself, but as someone else. Like a character in a brutal horror film. He was still affected by it, but when he looked at the emotions that were coming up, the guilt he normally felt was being overpowered by empathy for the killer.

“I can see what I said affected you. What’s happening for you right now? Where did you just go?”

“I, uh—” Bucky cleared his throat, willing his eyes to stay dry. “I can see it. I can see how I... he... had no choice. He was forced. I can see it.” Bucky felt his voice tremble and he closed his eyes, breathing deep through the epiphany he’d just had.

“This is huge, James. I’m really happy to hear that. I want you to try and remember those anecdotes whenever feelings of guilt or shame arise over what the Winter Soldier was tortured into doing. I know it won’t be easy, and some days it won’t work. But I’d like you to try. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Bucky responded, opening his eyes and feeling lighter all of a sudden.

“Good. Well, that’s time for today. Good luck picking up your cat—though something tells me you won’t need it,” Dr. Raynor offered with a smile.

“Thanks, doc. For everything.”

“You’re very welcome, James. See you next week.”

***

For the first time since starting his sessions with Dr. Raynor, Bucky left her office with a smile on his face. He stopped at the florist stand he always walked past on his way home and bought a bouquet of daisies.

He practically ran up the three stories to your shared floor. His palms started sweating under his gloves the instant he knocked on your door.

A yawn escaped your mouth as you opened up. “Oh my gosh, hi. I’m so sorry. Oh wow, those are pretty. Got a big date lined up after this?”

Bucky chuckled, his nerves suddenly melting at your frantic style of talking and frank teasing. “Nah, I’ve just got this sweet neighbour who watched my cat for me and I wanted to thank them.”

Bucky noticed the grin creep across your face as you averted your gaze for an instant before reaching your hand out.

“Well c’mon in then. Let me get those in water. Al and I had just started Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind. You’re free to join us if you like.”

Bucky closed the door behind him and instinctively took off his shoes. He didn’t know what you were talking about, but he wasn’t about to turn down your invitation.

“What’s that?”

“Uhhh, Miyazaki? Hayao Miyazaki? Studio Ghibli? Anime?” You kept broadening your reference, looking increasingly more shocked when he didn’t recognize anything you were saying.

“Sorry, I lost a lot of time between now and the 40s. Not caught up on everything yet.” Bucky stopped himself suddenly. It was the first time he’d mentioned his past to anyone outside of Sam and Dr. Raynor.

“Right, oh my gosh that was so insensitive. I’m so sorry.”

Relief flooded through his veins. Dr. Raynor was right. You obviously knew who he was and clearly didn’t mind, seeing as how you'd just invited him into your apartment. In fact, you seemed almost, well, happy about it. “‘S’alright. Why don’t you enlighten me on this Miya… Miya… whatever it is.”

Bucky sat at your kitchen island as you explained your love for a specific type of animated film from a Japanese director, all while you arranged your daisies in a simple mason jar. He could get used to watching your eyes light up as you shared your passions with him.

“Ugh, I’m babbling,” you said suddenly, breaking his fixation.

“Not at all. I asked. Besides, I love hearing about this type of stuff. You don’t read about all these subcultures in the history briefings they gave me.”

“Yeah I bet. Well, we were more or less at the beginning. Wanna see what it’s all about?”

“Sure,” Bucky accepted. His cheeks were already hurting from smiling.

“Great. You drink tea? It’s mint. I made a pot already.”

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.”

“Gosh, I wish people still had those 1940s manners. Go make yourself comfortable on the couch.”

Bucky blushed at the complement as he sat beside Alpine, who was curled up and purring. “My ma raised me to always be polite.”

“Well, she did a good job,” you said, filling up a mug and handing it to him. “Ready?” you asked.

Bucky leaned back into your couch. It was a lot more comfortable than his own. “Ready.”

You pressed play and Bucky settled in for what would be the most incredible film experience he’d had in his life. He didn’t know animation could look like that. He vaguely remembered seeing a cartoon rabbit, but that was in black and white. He’d never seen anything like this. He was so enthralled that he didn’t notice you had fallen asleep until the end credits began to roll. All at once Bucky remembered you had just come back from work that morning. Nice going, Barnes, he thought guiltily.

You were stretched out on the chaise part of your l-couch, so he covered you with the blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa. You stirred slightly, rolling onto your side, but you were out cold. He scribbled a message in his notebook, quietly tearing it out and then folding it in half. He left it next to the teapot before scooping up Alpine, then did the same with his shoes before he snuck out of your apartment. He paused, realising he had no way to lock the door behind him. He’d stay in today and keep an ear on your door to make sure no one entered.

***

When you woke for your shift that evening, your eyes immediately fell on the note.

Thanks for watching Alpine. And for the culture lesson. I’d like to learn more if you’re open to teaching. -Bucky

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Act III

[Two months later]

“I’m so excited for this one. It’s my go-to comfort film when I’m sick or feeling down. I mean, sure, it might not be the best one, but… I dunno, there’s just something about the story that I love. And we're watching it without subtitles this time because the voiceovers are THAT good.”

“Oh wow, isn’t that sacrilege?” You knew he was teasing you. Bucky’s lips always turned up on one side and he scrunched his nose making the corners of his eyes crinkle when he was teasing you.

“Nuh-uh, not for Howl’s Moving Castle. The voices are just so right for this one.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

Somewhere during the past few months the term of endearment had slipped out of Bucky’s mouth. You didn’t object and he kept on saying it. The way the nickname made your stomach perform backflips was almost unbearable. Almost.

Right from the beginning, the opening scenery of the castle moving through the fog had you swooning, as per usual. You leaned into Bucky’s shoulder and he immediately tucked you into his side.

That was also a new development you’d made together sometime during your previous movie night. The film on that night had been Spirited Away—you were taking Bucky through all the Miyazaki films in chronological order. The scene where Haku takes Chihiro to see her parents in the pigpen always got to you and you leaned into Bucky for comfort out of sheer instinct. He wrapped an arm around you, and you both stayed like that for the rest of the film.

Assuming the same position on this night, you exhaled, immediately relieved that he seemed open to it. You had agonised over the last movie night, worried that levelling up on the intimacy with Bucky had just been a one-off. Or that you’d scared him away by being too clingy? Affectionate? Too you? Well, all of those anxieties melted away as you felt his muscular hold around you tighten. Being that close, smelling him. It had you reeling like a hormone-filled teenager. I could get used to this, you thought as you relaxed into his warmth and settled your eyes back on the film.

About half way through through, something suddenly clicked in your mind. You’d never thought about it until now, but there were striking similarities between the lives of Bucky and Howl. Both were used as tools for political reasons that went against their values. Both seemed to believe they were monsters and struggled at accepting affection.

Not that Bucky had shared that with you in so many words. But through bits and pieces, you could easily glean he still felt shame about his past. You tried to show him that none of that mattered to you. You didn’t want him to think you pitied him either, but boy, did your heart hurt when you thought about everything he went through. All the history you had read. He had his life stolen from him, was tortured, and then plunked back into a completely different world. Twice, if you counted the blip. How was he still here, still fighting, still trying, and all with that wry sense of humour? You’d never fully understand, but you were grateful for it.

“How’re you liking it so far?” you asked softly, pausing the movie and pulling out from under Bucky’s arm. You wanted to check in without seeming like you were mother henning him.

“It’s really sweet. And the scenery is beautiful. I can see why you like this one the best.”

“Want a refill on your tea? Or I can get you a snack? Are you cold? I have more blankets—”

“Hey, what’s going on? You seem nervous.” He shifted his position so that you were facing each other.

You sighed seeing the concern ripple across his forehead, the thought hitting you like a ton of bricks: right, he’s a supersoldier, you can’t get anything past him.

“It’s just…”

“You can say it, sweetheart. I won’t be upset,” he assured as he took your hand. You were suddenly aware of the lack of gloves. Well that’s new. You stopped your brain from going down that corridor and refocused.

“It’s just, the rest of the movie gets a bit dark. And I forgot how much it surrounds the war and how Howl is forced to fight in a way that makes him feel like a monster and I—”

A gentle smile slowly bloomed on Bucky’s face. “You’re worried about me?”

Your cheeks warmed at the question. “Yeah,” you admitted.

“C’mere,” he whispered, opening his arm back up to you. “I promise if it’s too much I’ll tell you, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay,” you whispered back, resuming your previous position against his torso. Though this time, your hands were clasped. You felt him press his lips into the top of your head before he leaned his chin there. The backflips your stomach had done at the beginning started all over again, and you pressed play on the movie before you melted.

***

You were worried about him. You were worried about him. Bucky didn’t know what he was doing with you. It wasn’t like in the forties. Not by a long shot. Besides, those days of courting and going out dancing now floated around his brain like something he’d seen in a dream once but couldn’t decipher how any of it worked.

All he knew was he’d decided at the last second to not wear his gloves this time and when he took your hand with both of his, you didn’t flinch so he had to be doing something right.

Bucky didn’t let go of your hand the whole movie, except during one of the war scenes when his grip tightened enough that you had to gently ask him to loosen it. His stomach dropped at the thought that he had hurt you, but you assured him you were fine, wiggling your fingers in front of him as proof. With reluctance, he took your word for it. Though his guilt faded when you interlocked your fingers with his once more and leaned back into his chest and you started the film again.

You had been right. Something about the movie did finally get to him. Maybe it was how convinced Howl was that he would become the monster he hated. Maybe it was the fear that Sophie wouldn’t love him as he truly was. All he knew was that when Sophie told Howl to come find her in the future, disproving every worry Howl had, Bucky finally felt the dam crack. He tried to even his breathing. Tried to focus on something else. Anything else. Nothing stopped the constant steady stream of tears that began flowing down his cheeks. By the time the credits began to roll, Bucky couldn’t stop his body from shuddering with each stifled sob.

“Oh, James,” you consoled in a hushed voice, pulling him into a hug. The instant your arms were around him the entire structure snapped. The dam had broken completely and it all came rushing out. The guilt for every single person he’d killed. The grief for what he had been forced to do. The anger at HYDRA for taking away his choices and stealing his memories. The agony of losing his life. His family. Steve.

All of it gushed out of him in choked, heaving sobs, melting into a blubbering mess they way Howl melted when his hair colour potion was accidentally ruined.

The only tether to the present came from the comforting circles Bucky felt you rubbing between his shoulder blades. And your voice, offering him sweet assurances that helped ground him through the first real emotional release he had had in, well, maybe ever.

“You’re safe here. I've got you. Let it all out.”

Bucky was so grateful that you didn’t release your hold until his breathing evened out to the occasional hiccup. He was sure if you had let go even a minute sooner, he might have been carried off in the flood of his own tears, pulled under the waves, never to surface again.

When you told him you were just going to get him some tissues and a glass of water, he felt himself nod as he wiped his face with his sleeve.

Bucky gratefully accepted the tissues first before the water when you returned. He suddenly became acutely aware of the episode he’d just had in your living room and was mortified.

“Ugh, thanks,” he replied sheepishly before turning away to blow his nose. Then he took the water, downing it in one go, desperately trying to calculate the best route out of this before you could reject him. It was inevitable. There was no way you would want to continue spending time with him after witnessing this.

“Better?”

“Much,” he assured before releasing shaky sigh as he leaned back into your couch. “I’m really sorr—”

“Nope. You don’t get to finish that sentence.”

Bucky was jolted by your bluntness, and it shocked him out of his self-doubt spiral. Were you angry? He was expecting you to call it a night, maybe make an excuse about having to work, then simply stop inviting him over. But anger?

“Listen to me,” you directed with a firm tone, taking both his hands and making sure you had his gaze before continuing. “You, James Buchanan Barnes, have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. This world has done nothing but shit on you and yet here you are feeling like you’re not even allowed to be sad sometimes. That’s fucking bullshit and I refuse to let you apologize for having emotions. You got that?”

Bucky smiled at how wrong he had been before wiping another rogue tear from his eye. He had no idea what he had done to deserve your protective kindness, but he wasn’t about to refuse it.

“Got it.”

“Okay then, I’m glad that’s settled.”

Bucky laughed, a full and hearty laugh at that. Gosh, you were something else.

“What? I wasn’t joking!”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he said, still chuckling. You accepted him. You accepted him. All of him.

“Then what’s so funny?”

He loved when you got that confused, almost annoyed look on your face.

“Nothin’. Just you. It’s endearing how passionate you get.”

“Oh, I’m endearing am I?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Hmmmm, well I’m glad someone thinks so. Usually my “passion” is too much for most people.”

“Now that I refuse to believe.” Bucky’s chest tightened at the thought of anyone not loving everything about you, and he squeezed your hand to emphasise his sentiments.

“It’s okay. I keep a pretty rough work schedule that’s never aligned with most people. The loner life suits me fine. Though, I’ll admit it has been nice having someone to share my time with these past few months.”

Bucky felt his heart clench as you pulled your hand away from his grasp after that confession.

“Hey, no,” he objected at the loss of contact, tugging your hand back. “Please don't pull away. I’ve really enjoyed whatever this is too.”

“Yeah?” you asked him. Your eyes were desperately searching his for assurance. Gosh, he’d get lost in your gaze if he wasn’t careful.

“Yeah,” he assured, slowly leaning towards you. This is it, Barnes. Now’s your chance.

Bucky’s phone rang, startling them both.

“Shit,” he muttered as he flipped it open. He watched your face change as Sam rattled off logistics and coordinates and timelines. He hated that he was the reason for the sudden look of disappointment on your face.

“You have to go, don’t you,” you asked when he closed the phone.

“Yeah. Probably for a while this time. I hate to ask, but—”

“James, please, you don’t even need to ask anymore. Of course I’ll watch Alpine. He and I are best buds now,” you said, petting the purring fluff ball that was curled up on your side of the couch.

“I’ll come back in a few and give you a spare a set of keys so you can grab all of his food and toys.”

“You’re… you’re leaving right away?” you asked with a surprised tone.

“Yeah, sorry. I…” he sighed before continuing, “It’s part of the job.”

His heart sank at the hint of sadness in your voice. How would this ever work? How could he do this to you every time he had to go on a mission? There’s no way you would ever be ok with this.

“No, don’t apologise. I was more worried about you having to go straight to work after that. But I get it, trust me. I know I’m nothing like a superhero, but working in a hospital I do understand urgency.”

“You’re a superhero to me, sweetheart,” he said, holding onto that thin thread of hope that maybe you really could accept him as he was, supersoldier job and all.

Bucky felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. Leaning in, he placed a tender kiss on your cheek, memorising the scent of your shampoo, the softness of your skin beneath his lips, the way your breath hitched at the contact. He locked those memories away where no one would ever get them before pushing himself up off the couch.

“Just come back in one piece, okay?” you ordered, looking into his eyes for assurance.

“Always do,” he offered. Whether it was for you or himself, he couldn’t say.

-----ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ-----

Act IV

[Two weeks later]

“This is not one piece, Bucky.”

Your neighbour had returned, bloody, bruised, and barely standing.

“‘S fine. I’m fine. Supersoldier, remember?” he asked, twisting his vibranium arm in the air to emphasise his point. “I’ll heal in no time.”

You were not convinced, nor comforted. “This is… fuck, Bucky. I see a lot of wounds in emerg, but this is bad.”

He winced as you passed yet another alcohol wipe over a particularly deep gash running from the middle of his forehead down to his temple. “This one needs stitches.”

“Whatever you say, nurse.”

You squinted your eyes together, sending him a disapproving glare at his attempt to lighten the situation.

“Sweetheart, please stop worrying. It’s part of the job. I’ve had worse.”

“Worse?! What do you… no, that’s not what this is about.” You exhaled in a frustrated huff, “I can’t do this right now.”

“Do what?” His teasing grin softened as he pulled your hands down from treating his forehead and into his lap. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“You!”

He jumped a bit at your sudden exclamation. You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before finding your words again.

“Bucky, I saw the news. I saw what you and Sam were up against. You… you could have died.” You felt your breath catch in your throat. “And then Alpine and I would be…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Another word and you would fall apart.

“If something happened, I know Alpine would be fine with you.”

“Alpine?! What?” Was he seriously making light of this right now? “Bucky, do you see yourself? This isn’t a fucking joke.”

“I know, you’re right. I’m sorry.” He tried to bring your hand up to his lips, but you pulled yourself from his grip before he had the chance.

“No more talking until I’m done,” you ordered as you disinfected your hands again to pick up where you left off.

You couldn’t bear any more placating. You were seething. How could he find humour in leaving you? Bucky coming into your life had been the best thing that had ever happened to you. You finally found someone that saw you, that understood you, that seemed to truly like you for you, flaws and all. How could he joke about leaving you alone again?

Then it hit you. You weren’t really together. Sure you were friends. Maybe closer than that. But you’d never moved passed the cuddling stage. Maybe he just didn’t think of you in that way.

You felt a tear stream down your cheek as you tied the final stitch.

“There. The rest will clean off fine in a hot shower. I think I should go.”

“Hold on a second.” He grabbed your hand again, this time he wasn’t grinning. “I’m really sorry, I know this looks bad but—”

“No. I really can’t do this right now.” You tugged your hand free and got up from the makeshift nursing station you had laid out on his kitchen table. Then you took a deep breath before saying making your case, “You know, Alpine’s not the only one that would care if you didn’t come back.”

You turned on your heels and rushed out of his apartment before you broke down.

***

“Well, I really fucked that up didn’t I, Al?”

The cat responded with a single low mewl before jumping down from the chair next to where you had been sitting to go curl up on the sofa.

Bucky had assumed you would be fine seeing him banged up considering how often you encountered injuries and blood at work. Sure, he was a little more broken than usual after a mission, but he figured you’d just be happy to see him. He had completely misread the situation and now you were clearly upset.

He took his time showering, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles as he figured out the best way to finally confess how he felt about you. To make you understand that losing you—not coming back to you—that it wasn’t an option for him.

When he told Dr. Raynor how every time he tried to tell you how he felt that the words simply vanished, she suggested writing you a letter. He’d passed it off as old fashioned at the time, something that past Bucky might have done. He was trying to let his old self go, accept himself as he was now. Modern Bucky. Whoever that was.

But as he stood in the shower, hot water raining down on him, remembering the hurt in your eyes as you more or less told him how you cared about him, he knew it was the only way he could ever fully communicate exactly how much he had fallen in love with you over these past few months.

Once he was dry and dressed, Bucky rummaged through the box of files and papers S.H.I.E.L.D. had given him after he received his pardon. He found the notepad and pen that he knew was buried somewhere amongst the folders. Then pushing all the wound care supplies to one side of the table, he sat down and started writing. The words flowed without another thought and he didn’t stop until he’d signed his name at the bottom.

***

Your sobs finally slowed to the occasional hiccup. You took some deep breaths then made your way out to the kitchen for water. It wasn’t until you’d downed a glass and were turning off the lights before crawling back into bed that you noticed it. The white envelope, resting on the hardwood a few inches from your front door.

Bucky, you thought. You smiled a little, suddenly feeling sheepish at the tantrum you threw. You knew he cared about you. You felt it in the way he squeezed your hand. The way he tucked you under his arm during movies. When he had pressed his lips to your cheek the night he’d left on the mission.

You leaned down to pick up the envelope, then settled into the couch to read its contents.

Y/n,

I need to apologise. And before your brain tries to deny me of that need, please just hear me out.

I’m sorry for making you think that it didn’t matter if I came back.

I want to be honest, there was a time not that long ago when that would have been true. I would go on missions as a penance. Trying to make up for all of the bloodshed that I caused as the Winter Soldier. But I know now that it wasn’t my fault. That I don’t deserve to keep punishing myself for crimes that I had no choice in committing. The reality of it is punishment enough–something I can now accept I didn’t deserve.

But it happened. And I can’t change that. I can’t change my past or who I am today as a result. I won’t ever be able to be a regular citizen in society. I will always be connected to that life in some way because it’s what I know. But I also know a lot more now. I’ve read things and experienced things that have made me see life differently.

And so much of that is thanks to you.

Now when I go on missions, it’s not as penance but an opportunity to do something good. Not just to be better for me or for others, but to be better for you. And I’ve never felt that before, about someone else, but something about you makes me want to feel like that.

You’re the sun pushing its way between cracks in the rain clouds, casting your rays through my past and lighting up a rainbow, bringing colours into my life that I didn’t know existed until now. Until you.

I’ve fallen in love with your smile and your laughter. With the way your eyes light up when you talk about your favourite film or a new song you want to show me. With your compassionate heart and the way you always accept others as they are, no matter what they’ve come from.

I’ve fallen in love with you.

I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same, but I couldn’t bear you not knowing how much you mean to me. How I promise not to leave you alone with Alpine—I promise to come back to you. Every time. No matter how long it takes. If you’ll have me.

With love,

Your James

The waterworks were back in full force as you pressed the letter to your chest. But this time they were happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears from being overwhelmed with love for your neighbour. For the man who had been put through so much. Yet, despite it all, still wanted to find beauty in the world. Wanted to find a reason to be good. And the reason he had chosen was you.

On instinct, you rushed out your apartment door and began knocking frantically on Bucky’s.

The second it opened, your mouth crashed into his with such force you nearly knocked him over.

It was passionate and needy, your arms wrapping around his neck as you felt both his palms cup your cheeks, one hard one soft. The sensation gave you goosebumps. Your lips explored each other from every angle, making sure every supple edge was surveyed. Your tongues danced ever so softly in the background until you both finally came up for air.

“Is it fair to say that you read the letter and that this means ‘yes’?” he asked as he pressed his forehead into yours. His pupils were blown wide as you gazed into the ocean of his eyes.

“Yes, James. I’ll have you. All of you. If you’ll have me?”

“One hundred times, yes. God, I love you,” he muttered, pressing his lips into your forehead before pulling you into his arms.

“I love you too,” you whispered into his chest, breathing in his scent. This was real. He was real.

Suddenly a slew of chirps erupted from Alpine as the cat weaved its way through both of your legs.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was gloating,” Bucky chuckled.

“Hmmm, well he is the reason we’re here.”

“Maybe it was his plan all along. To bring me to you.”

“If it was, well then I owe him a thank you.” You tilted your head down towards the white feline still prancing around you both. “Thanks, Al, for bringing me my James.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, as if the words were only intended for the cat. But Bucky heard you loud and clear.

“I am yours, for as long as you’ll have me,” Bucky confirmed softly, the warmth of it heating every inch of your being. The beating of his heart echoing in your ear was all you needed to know he meant every word.

la fin

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You Tried To Change The Ending

Bucky x reader

"I knew you, stepping on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain;

I knew you, tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy"

Summary: You love him, but he made it clear he didn't want anything to do with you. Can a trip to the future give him a new perspective about the present?

Word count: 3,834

Warnings: a hint of fluff, angst, just angst with a happy ending

A/N: this is for the Time Travel Fic challenge by @justagirlinafandomworld I chose the prompt "they are future you. And they are looking at me the way I have wished you would look at me." With Bucky Barnes. I don't know what has gotten into me lately but I have been writing so much angst like what the fuck? I am a fluff kinda gal! but I hope you enjoy this!

A/N 2: thank you for @lehuka123 and @ayybtch for beta reading this mess!

PS. This has an alternate ending

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You stood there in the middle of his room, he looked at you expectantly. There you showed up at his door, in the middle of the night, and here he was, waiting for you to talk about what you wanted to. You wouldn't have woken him up from a peaceful sleep for nothing- that much he knew, he wasn't getting those most nights and you were always so understanding, so now he was waiting for you to explain, looking at you and trying to figure out if you're hurt somehow.

You knew he wouldn't hurt you, you were friends and he was Bucky who is so warm and nice- but still, the room felt cold and you were too afraid to say it when he was looking at you like that. His ice cold eyes reading into your soul. So you closed your own eyes.

"I love you" Silence overtook the room, engulfing you completely in dread.

You opened your eyes to see him staring at you, eyes wide but in a blink of an eye- they changed. The cold ice now cut you, it burned you.

"I don't feel the same way Y/N, I think it would be best if you leave." He stood tall now, intimidating you.

You lowered your eyes, you didn't expect him to say anything back but- you weren't ready for this. It broke you, but you tried to appear strong.

"Can we still be friends?" you glanced at him again. You spent some nights here with him in this room, just talking and watching movies, you loved being here but now all you wanted to do was get out. What you saw in his eyes scared you.

"We are teammates Y/N, nothing more" his tone was mocking now. "Did you really think I would love you back?" his voice was sharp now.

"No, I didn't. I just thought maybe we could-" but then you stopped yourself when you finally recognized the look in his eyes. You lowered your gaze and you all but ran out of his room "Forget it. I'm sorry I bothered you."

He didn't look like your Bucky, he looked like the soldier.

It was clear he didn't want anything to do with you, so you stayed away. You didn't acknowledge him when you saw him in the kitchen, or when you were just sitting and talking with Natasha. She noticed the change in dynamics but it wasn't her place to speak up. In the gym you were too afraid to be there when he was, when cap asked the two of you to spar. It was awkward enough for you when Bucky voiced out his distaste, you didn't want to be humiliated like that again. You shook the thoughts from your head.

 The sad thing is that when you love someone, even if they don't love you back, your love for them doesn't just cease. You still loved Bucky even after that night when you cried yourself to sleep.

"Sir?" you knocked on the door of director Fury's office.

"Agent Y/L/N yes, what is this about?" the man motioned for you to take a sit at one of the chairs in front of him.

"Sir, I wanted to talk to you about the future missions that I'm on," you kept a steady voice and blank eyes, after all you are a trained spy and so you sucked it up and didn't let it get to you. You learned to just forget what happened, you didn't need to feel it. "I saw that on some of them I will be going with Sergeant Barnes, I wanted to request if I could be reassigned with someone else for these missions?"

Fury eyed you then, studying you. You could only imagine how that sounds yet you refused to lower your eyes.

"Is there some problem with pairing you with Barnes? You are a damn good team in the field." He stated.

"We are not on good terms and he wouldn't want to be assigned with me, so as to not compromise the missions I would like to be reassigned please."

Fury didn't take all the bullshit that was coming out of your mouth just now, so he mulled it over.

"Y/N you should not let personal issues get in the way of missions, you are one of my finest agents, you should know better!" You slightly winced at the scolding with your first name "The next mission is extremely delicate, I trust the two of you to complete it. However, there are some small missions that we can rearrange, those missions are harmless. So let's start with talking about the missions scheduled for the next week."

You smiled at Fury shortly, and the two of you talked about future missions. All you had to do was get through this one mission. From what you read, it is an important one, but you knew you could be professional- it was a big one and you wouldn't let yourself fail.

 "I don't want any changes done. Go there, don't interact, get what we need, and then get out. Is that clear?" Steve told both you and Bucky as you stood on the small platform, your suits ready to go.

"Crystal clear, Cap" you told the blond who just looked at you, not amused as you smirked.

Bucky nodded to his friend and before you knew it, the two of you were sent forward in time- just a few years away, to your parallel timeline.

In the blink of an eye, and a slight headache, you found yourself at the tower. You recognized the alley just outside of it.

"Great, we are not too far. Now we need to get disguises there and get the files that we need." Bucky said to you. You only nodded.

You were definitely going to tease Stark about how easily the two of you were able to get a hold of security guards outfits, just in case someone will recognize the two of you. You made your way through the tower when you stopped in front of a briefing room.

"Y/N what are you doing?" Bucky called you as you went inside the empty room and grabbed a tablet.

"I'm just checking to see something." You told him and he sighed, standing at the door with the black suit and armor.

"Well, can you do it faster? We have a job to do!" he whisper yelled at you and you spared him a glance, his eyes were still cold ever since that day.

"I found it. Okay, I'm just looking at the mission schedule to see if our other selves are out on a mission." He stayed quiet and let you continue. "Okay, I am not on any missions but I am not in the building either, but it seems like you are- or you might be. It states that it's not known if you returned or not yet."

"Okay so I will keep this helmet on, in case we run into him" you nodded and exited the room with him.

The two of you went to the file room where the files you were looking for were stored. Well, where they should be stored.

"I can't find them anywhere!" you said to a silent Bucky. He was stern and distanced with you through the mission, and you were frustrated that it got complicated. "Stark must have read it wrong, maybe it is in his private lab, that's just a floor up"

You didn't wait for a response and went out with Bucky and headed for the lab.

"It will be quicker through here." Bucky said, voice a little muffled from the mask, he pointed to the way of the common room. You knew it went straight to the avenger's private elevator, but it was risky, in case anyone was there.

Your wish to get this over with fast took over your better judgment.

"Hey, Jarvis? Is there anyone in the common room right now?" you asked the AI, you figured he would tell you, he knows you are here anyways.

A few moments of silence passed and you waited and bit your lip. He used to be quicker.

"No."

"Thank you Jarvis!" you said to the lovely AI.

You opened the door and went inside, Bucky followed behind you, taking off his mask.

The room was empty, it had only a couple of changes but it was still familiar

You walked cautiously through the large space when footsteps neared and there stood in front of you James Buchanan Barnes. His hair was cut shorter now, a bit spikier but it most certainly was a look for him. You stared at him with wide eyes as he looked between you and Bucky.

You lowered your gaze, letting your Bucky handle it since you knew either of them won't be glad to see you.

"Y/N?" came his soft voice, you slowly raised your eyes up to meet his as he stared at you.

But when he looked at you, you saw something different about him.

His look was soft, scared. His eyes were glossy right in front of you. That's when you realized what you saw beyond his eyes- love.

You kept your stare at him when your Bucky leaned in to whisper to you.

"Is that me?" he saw the different haircut and arm.

"He is future you. And he is looking at me the way I have wished you would look at me." You whispered and took a shuddering breath before stepping forward a bit.

"Hi, Bucky, I realize that you may be confused right now, but we are not enemies. I'm Y/N from a different timeline, and so is he." You tried to explain, you probably looked different now too, just like he is different from your Bucky. "We came from the past, all we need are just a couple of files, you are two years ahead of us. We will take them and leave."

You tried your best to explain, but he still looked at you, clueless. You looked over at your Bucky for some help but his posture remained steady, eyes still focused on the strange man in front of him. He was different from Bucky in everything but one thing. He recognized the look in his eyes.

Before he could say anything, the man lunged forward, but instead of attacking, you felt his arms surrounding you.

Maybe in this universe things were different, you mused as he engulfed you in a tight hug. This brought an onslaught of emotions that you weren't sure you were ready to deal with, so slowly you pulled him away from you within arm's reach.

The look of confusion in your eyes and the nervous smile you shot him seemed to have taken him aback.

His eyes travelled behind you to the long haired man in front of him. He took a step back.

"So, you are here from the past?" he asked you. You were still confused by him but nodded and went to add but Bucky cut you.

"Yes. We need some files that we don't have. We will be on our way once this is over." You looked down, yet another reminder of him.

"Tell me about it" he said and put his hand on your shoulder, startling you. You wished you could evade those intense eyes that seemed to follow you.

 James was walking the two of you to Tony's private lab. You couldn't say you were surprised when it was messy as ever. At least one thing is a constant in every universe.

"Okay"

But it wasn't enough for this Bucky.

He went towards you, and you could feel his hand caressing your arm, trailing his fingers up and down it. He could barely breathe.

"Okay, Barnes I take the right side, you take the left." You barely waited for your Bucky to answer before you went and started to sort through the different files on the desks and in the drawers. You could feel his gaze on you, unwavering. It felt odd. You couldn't understand it. You looked up at him and met his gaze. His eyes were still intense and glazed. Why you couldn't figure out. You settled for a small shy smile before you went back to your files.

"Can I help you," he asked you, and you could see his eyes lingering on you, on every part of you. "Y/N?"

"No, no I am fine. Thank you though." You looked at his hand on yours, and took a step back and turned around to look through the other drawers. His jaw clenched. You could still feel his eyes on you, finally exhaling a sigh of relaxation when you heard his footsteps back away.

He moved through to the other side of the room, grabbed Bucky and turned him around, keeping you in his line of sight from across the room, unaware of the two men as you searched for the files.

"She told you, didn't she?" James went straight to the point, looking at his past self with clear distaste. He will never forgive him.

"What?" Bucky looked at him, he could barely recognize himself.

"She told you she loves you, right? And you pushed her away like a damn coward. I know you're scared, but please don't shut her out and lose her because you will regret it for the rest of your life." Bucky looked up and stood defensively in front of his future self. But this was a different universe.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Bucky quickly shut him up, going to move behind him but James stopped him and Bucky looked up to see his glazed eyes.

"We both know you love her. You are going to lose her, don't take your time with her for granted, and tell her how you feel!"

"We are from different timelines, you should know this. How would you know if I have feelings for her?" James laughed lowly at that, he lowered his head and spoke bitterly.

"Because I know that there is no timeline, not even one, where we don't love her. I lost her, but you- you can still fix it." Bucky saw the desperation in his eyes.

Bucky clenched his jaw, he did not need a lecture about you. He got plenty of that from Steve already. But even his future self is wrong. He can't let himself love you, he won't. It will cost too much, not only for him, but for you. He looked back up to see James looking at you as you moved and searched- unaware of their conversation. Bucky saw it all, and it scared him. He saw the love in James' eyes, he saw disbelief and overall- sadness. Then those cold eyes landed on him.

"Well I'm sure she will be happy with whoever he is."

"No, you're going to lose her if you keep pushing her away. She's going to go on a mission alone without you and then you- I lost her" James' voice wavered and broke, Bucky was taken aback by the raw emotion his own self was showing now out in the open. "I lost her, we found her dead in the ruins, she went alone because she thought I wouldn't want to go with her on a mission that's supposed to be safe and easy. Don't let it happen to you."

"Found it!" your voice chimed as you rose up. "Let's go Barnes."

The two supersoldiers turned to look at you, two separate stares that were so different. You just couldn't quite place it.

"Please." James begged Bucky and it was only then that Bucky found himself in the stranger. He could see the broken man in the broken stare. He was broken for a different reason now.

Bucky gulped and followed along James who followed more closely to you, guiding you along to where you wanted to go. It took Bucky a moment to catch up with you.

It's a different timeline and universe.

He went with you and James until you were back where you came from. Just about to leave when James goes ahead and hugs you.

You are surprised by his tight hug, but you decided to hug him back. As you stepped back you saw the emotions in his eyes, you didn't understand so a short smile would do, before the two of you came back to the present.

It's a different timeline with a different ending.

James wept the minute you disappeared in front of him, he decided to pick up flowers before going to visit you. It was almost the two year mark anyway.

 You didn't say anything when you walked to the elevators with Bucky. He cleared his throat when the door closed behind you.

"So," he started a conversation with you to your surprise. "What are you doing this weekend?"

His face turned pale when he looked at you- head forward as you tightened your ponytail before exiting the elevator to your floor.

"Oh, I'll be out on a solo mission, so nothing much"

Without a goodbye.

It was a different timeline, right?

He went back to his room, sitting down on the bed, forgoing showering he took off his armor and laid his arms on his thighs, head falling down.

He knew what was going to happen before he even felt the sting behind his eyes, he knew his look would match the look of his future self.

 Bucky decided to go up to your floor. You yelped when he barged into your room, closing the door shut behind him.

He was scared as hell, more scared than he'd been his entire life. He couldn't help the frustrated breakdown, torn by the knowledge.

"What the-" you turned around to the intruder, surprised to see Bucky standing there; you really thought this was done with. After that mission you wouldn't have to deal with this mess anymore.

"Don't go." Was all he said.

"Don't go on that mission."

"What? You're not making any sense, what are you doing here? Get out, we're not friends you made that very clear" He didn't budge.

"Why won't I go on that mission?" you were more confused than angry right now. "It's not a decision"

"Don't go alone, please" the desperation in his voice only annoyed you more. Scratch that, you were angrier now.

"Look, we are not friends, you said that. I have no idea what you're talking about but it's an easy mission, I know you wouldn't want to go on a stupid mission with me for nothing so I'm going alone, it's not a problem!"

"You are not going alone." He took a step towards you and you swallowed, you've worked so hard to not be near him and then he decides to make it harder for you. From all the anger, you missed his glassy eyes.

"And why the hell not?" you asked and he then snapped at you.

"Because I can't lose you, I can't I can't." he dropped to his knees in front of you and held onto your thighs, his face buried in your stomach but through the muffled sounds you heard his sobs. You stood there frozen in place.

"Don't go, please don't go. Don't leave me, stay with me. Please, please Y/N"

You were both confused and worried at the same time, the anger dispersed into nothing. You couldn't make sense of his words. Him asking you to stay with him? Saying he can't lose you? Not knowing what to do you carded your fingers through his hair, raking your fingernails on his scalp, and trying to calm him down.

"Hey, Bucky it's okay I'm here. Please can you explain to me what's wrong?" his sobs calmed down just by a bit. He wasn't loud now but you could still feel the tears staining your shirt, the grip on your thighs tight.

"Just don't go, okay? Please Y/N I love you, I love you I can't lose you." That made you falter, your thoughts cut out to silence. You heard his sobs and your own racing heartbeat.

"What?" you stared at his head, his face still hidden. Bucky's breaths were heavy and still unsteady, he stopped crying. "You don't need to make stuff up Bucky, I won't go, you don't need to lie okay? I won't go."

He shook his head against you. His hands now travelled to your hips, still holding you, he leaned back a bit to look at you. Your heart broke at the sight.

"I'm not lying, I do love you, I love you so much Y/N it scares me; please believe me and don't go on that mission. Please. Even if you hate me after everything I said- it's okay, but just don't go. I lied, I did, I said I didn't love you but that's not true, I love you so much and I-" He bit his lip as more tears came out and another heartbreaking sob pierced through, your own eyes getting teary just from seeing him in this state, you put your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself. "I can't stand you getting hurt. I don't deserve you, I'll hurt you and you'll get hurt because of me and I can't watch that because I love you. But please don't go on that mission."

"Bucky-" your own voice was faltering a bit, shocked at his words. He put his head on your stomach again.

"I know you probably hate me, and you have every reason to, but I need you to know that I do, I do feel that way which is why I can't- I won't let you go on that mission. Please just stay here doll, please."

You were quiet for a bit. You took his hands off of you and bent down on your knees to face him. Your hands moved up to his cheeks, lifting his face.

"Then why, why did you say that we couldn't be friends?" you saw the vulnerability in his eyes, it matched the hurt one in yours.

"It would've hurt you"

"This hurt me more" You explained to him.

"I'm sorry" you wiped his tears away.

"It's okay I forgive you," you took a breath, still scared to say it after what happened the first time. "I still love you, that didn't change."

He looked at you steadily, and gently leaned in to kiss you. Just barely. It wasn't rough or full of passion, but it was what you two needed. It was the comfort, the relief, the 'it's going to get better', the 'I promise', the 'stay'.

It was a gentle kiss of a new hopeful beginning.

You parted after a few moments, both of you calmed down now. He let out a content steady breath, a hint of a smile was on his face.

"Please stay with me"

"I will."

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Rosey Inn

Summary: Ten years ago you left your small town and small-town boyfriend believing you were destined for bigger and better things. But when your mom passes away and leaves the family Inn to you, you’re forced to face all you left behind.

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Maybe two curse words, fluff, angst, loss of parent

Word Count: 6.5k 

A/N: This was written for @wxntersoldiers​ 6k AU Challenge, I had the prompt Roomates!AU. 

Also a huge thank you to @starbxcks​​​ for beta reading this. Love you to pieces. (PS spot the gilmore girl reference and i’ll love you forever)

This was not the plan. None of this was the plan. Your entire life had meticulously put together to reach one goal. And now? Now you’re sharing a house with a boy you haven’t seen in a decade, back in your home town, and owning an inn.

Talk about cliche.

The town of Rose Hill is quaint. One supermarket, one high school, everyone knows everyone’s name quaint. The people are kind and overly lax in security and come together for events. It sits near a beautiful lake and is known for its tourism. The kind of place people dream of living. The perfect American lifestyle. 

Just not your dream. Since you were little you wanted one thing. To be a big shot New York lawyer. The kind that people know will get them off for any crime, and anything. You were going to be the success story of Rose Hill, the one to get out. The one to make it.

And you did. Got accepted into an Ivy League, finished school, and joined a practice. Until you got the phone call, that your mom passed away and left the family business to you. There went all your plans, all your dreams, everything. You were right back where you started in Rose Hill. 

The Rosey Inn was a landmark, built long before your grandparents were even born. Passed down through generations of L/Ns. Each owned/managed the inn and raised their families in it. You spent your childhood hiding in the maids closet, tasting the chef’s recipes, tending to the front garden, and reorganizing the books in the front room. 

You didn’t play alone though, you had Bucky. Bucky Barnes was your best friend and eventual boyfriend. His mom was a maid for the inn, and the pair of you grew up together. He was your everything and first love. But when you left for New York you wanted a fresh start, one that didn’t include the boy who’s life aspirations were to own a hardware store. So you dumped him and left, without saying goodbye. 

Your past was but a distant memory. Until you were back and looking at the familiar inn. 

“Y/N! Oh, how I missed you!” you hear the voice of Wanda, your best friend say.

“What are you doing here!” you ask greeting the red-headed girl. She had moved here Junior year of high school and you became fast friends. She was the only one you had contact with after leaving.

“Well, I took over as nighttime manager. And when I heard about your mom I decided to fill in on daytime until you could move back. I’m so sorry about her Y/N,” she says with sincerity in her voice. 

“She’s been sick for a while, I’m just happy she’s out of pain now,” you say and pull her into a hug.

“I’ll let you settle in, then tomorrow we can go over the inn and what needs to happen.” 

“Thank you Wanda for everything,” you say and head to the house.

The inn set back from the road, with plenty of space in front for parking and picnic areas. Behind it sat a large outdoor eating area, and a gazebo. But if you take the trail to the left, it leads to your childhood home. A three-bedroom house, with two floors and far enough to not be part of the inn, but close enough you could be there in case of an emergency. 

You expected the place to be overgrown and in need of a cleaning, but it looked as new as the day it was built. And a car was out front.

When you get closer to the house the door opens and you swear you jump ten feet into the air, only to hear the voice of the one person you hoped to avoid.

“Been a while sugar,” he says smiling. 

James Buchanan Barnes looks as good as he did ten years ago when you abandoned him. No scratch that, he looked better. The years did him good, his jaw was more chiseled and light scruff covered his face. His arm filled out and he wore a button-down. He looked refined, older but damn good looking.

“Sure has handy boy,” you smile back. “What are you doing in my home.”

“Must have your lines crossed, I live here now,” he says mischief across his face and eyebrow raised.

“In my childhood home?” you ask perplexed.

“Your momma was having a tough time the past few years and needed some help. She said I could live here if I helped her out. And when she got sick she put the house in my name too, saying you would need just as much, if not more, help when you got back.”

“So we’re roommates?” you ask hoping this was all a joke. 

“Sure are,” he smiles, “let me help you with your bag.”

“I have movers coming in a few days with the rest of my things, just brought enough until then.”

You walk into the home and it’s not the dusty and doily place you remember it. The furniture is all-new, and the decor is modern. The living room has a grey fabric couch with navy throw pillows and a coffee table with a cookbook and tray on it. There’s a sleek floor lamp next to it and a flat-screen tv across atop a tv stand with movies neatly packed inside. A soft rug is on the floor with a diamond pattern on it. The entire room looks like a page from a catalog and if your suspicions are right the rest of the house is as follows.

“I took the guest bedroom when I moved in, so your old bedroom is still yours,” he says and you nod heading up the stairs following him to your childhood bedroom. When he opens the door you see it’s the one room that hasn’t changed. It still looks as it did when you were 18 years old and leaving to be on your own. 

“I’m gonna have to update this room!” you say pointing to the outdated poster on your wall. 

“Your mom didn’t want to change it, she insisted it remains the way you left it,” he says with a sad smile. You may have lost your mom, but that didn’t mean he didn’t lose her too. 

“So many memories in this room,” you say and let a few flood back. Bucky’s cheeks heat up and you look down ashamed. He had to be thinking of the time the two of you first made love. You were 17, had the house to yourself, and did what you could on the small twin bed. 

“I’ll leave you to settle in, then we could get dinner?” he asks and you nod. You unpack the few outfits you brought along and mentally map out what furniture you’ll replace with the one from your apartment. After getting a little bit of the initial shock of being back, you sit down and take a deep breath. Not only were you going to be running an inn, but apparently you were going to be roommates with the only man you’ve ever really loved. Life really does throw curveballs, doesn’t it?

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The rest of the night was slightly awkward. Bucky ordered pizza and the two of you made idle chit chat while eating it. He offered to hang out with you, but you wanted to get up and going early so you decided to retire to your room instead. He gave a pained smile and wished you a good night. 

The next morning you woke up at dawn, a habit you had from being in law. Late nights and early mornings. After showering you get dressed in nice pants, a blouse, and some sneakers since you would be walking a lot today. You made a mental checklist of what needed to be done: meeting with Wanda and looking over the inn, visiting the safety deposit box, and arranging for a storage unit for the rest of your furniture. 

When you got downstairs Bucky was already dressed, in dark jeans and a flannel shirt over a faded t-shirt. 

“Morning,” he said and slid a cup of coffee your way.

“Thanks,” you say and take a sip from the mug. 

“I took the day off from the store and figured I could help you out today.”

“You didn’t need to do that. You’ve already done way more for my family than you ever needed to.”

“I love your family, even used to think they’d be my family one day,” he says. The last part comes out quieter than the rest and you feel a flood of guilt. 

“I’m meeting with Wanda in twenty minutes, but after could you help me run errands around town?” 

“Anything. I gotta fix up the back steps to the inn this mornin’ anyway. Might as well do them now,” he says lowering the coffee cup. He goes across the counter to where his glove is and puts it over his hand. 

Back in high school, he was attempting to make a table for his ma. He got distracted though and sawed into his arm. They had tried to save it, but the damage was done. Word had gone through the town and one woman told her fiancee (who just happened to be Tony Stark CEO of Stark Industries) and Bucky got a state of the art metal prosthetic. But you guess he was still embarrassed by it and hid it around everyone. Everyone but you it seems. 

The meeting with Wanda was exhausting. She went over everything from payroll, to linen deliveries, to the filing system. There was a wedding scheduled three and a half months from now that took the majority of the time, as your mom was originally in charge of the day. But everything seemed manageable with help. You moved Wanda to the official daytime desk manager and promoted Clint Barton to the nighttime manager. Wanda said he functioned best at night anyway. She introduced you to the other members of the team, Vision (her husband) was the head chef. Scott Lang was the bartender at night and events, Peter Parker was the bellhop on duty at the time. She said you would meet the rest of the staff at a later time, and that there weren’t any bad seeds in the bunch.

The two of you ate lunch together in the dining room and she filled you in on the staff gossip, little things to help run the inn better. Like how Clint needed coffee or would forget he was even alive, or how Peter Parker could usually lift more than you’d think but if MJ (his girlfriend walked in) he would almost always get distracted and walk into a wall.

After lunch, you texted Bucky (he had given you his new number last night) and met him at his car. 

“How was lunch,” he asks, walking up to you. His sleeves were rolled up now and he had sunglasses on.  His hair is a mess and his undershirt has paint stains on it. He’s got his toothy grin plastered across his face, and it’s the exact same one you fell in love with as a teen.

“Good, you fix up those stairs?” you ask and get into his car. He had a dark green pickup that was in desperate need of a wash. There was a toolbox in the back, but the front was spotless. 

“Yeah, even painted over them too.” Bucky was always the fixer. Helped out whenever he could, and didn’t mind getting a little roughed up in the process. It was always the biggest difference between you. Your life was carefully crafted and there was no room for mess.

The ride is quiet. You don’t even know what small talk to make with him anymore. Do you bring up sports? Ask about his mom? Tell him about New York? It all seemed too stiff and meaningless. 

You finally get to the bank and he offers to pick up some tea for you and him while you go to empty your mom’s safety deposit box. He knew this was something you needed to do alone, so he gave you your space. 

The bank had one small room of the locked boxes, and the teller came with you holding the second key to the box. Once the box was unlocked you moved to a small table and chair surrounded by walls for privacy. The bank teller leaves you alone with the contents and you take a deep breath in.

Inside the metal box are a few papers, your parent’s marriage certificate, and the deed to the house and the inn amongst them. There are also a few family heirlooms, two necklaces, and a ring. Your great grandpa’s watch is also in the box. But what sticks out is a letter with your name on it. You pull it out and read it.

“Dear Y/N,

If you’re reading this then I’m gone. We both knew this day would come and would bring you home to where you belong. Years ago you left, and I know you needed to do that. You had dreams of a better and bigger life, but you have to know in your heart that Rose Hill is where you need to be. 

I’m sure by now you have seen that Bucky lives in the house. He moved in a few years ago to help me out, and I told him to stay after I go. Y/N, I know you don’t want to hear this- especially from your mother, but he is the one. You two were meant to be. As soon as you stop running from that, you’ll feel at peace. He’s a good man and you need to let him have your heart again.

I trust you’ll handle the inn with grace and hopefully not sell it. It’s been in our family for many lifetimes, and I want it to continue that way. But if it’s too much give it to James. He’s family whether the pair of you are together or not.

Be kind to yourself dear.

Love,

Mom

You place the letter down and let the tears fall. It was too soon, you should have had her longer. And despite your best intentions of coming, staying a few months maybe a year and finding new owners you know you have to stay for good now. And for Bucky, you don’t even know. Bucky was the past, wasn’t he?

After you left the bank you went by a storage place then back to the room. The past three weeks have been a blur. The wedding was in less than three months and the bride decided to change the entire decoration scheme to be more ‘woodsy than classical’ and you were still figuring out what that even meant. Besides that, you were trying to figure out how to run an inn. People required directions you didn’t have so you were overwhelmed. 

Between the running around you were spending all the time you could reading articles and going through the binder your mom kept. You never really understood how much time and energy your parents put into running this place. Growing up you just thought they greeted people and were friends with the staff. It never dawned on you that running an inn is more than just owning the property. 

The spare minutes you had left were spent settling into your old life. Originally you planned to come back for a year and then move back. This was going to be a blip on the radar of your life. But you know now that was unrealistic and this is where you belong. So you officially list your place rather than lease it for a year. You formally quit your job, and you’d still have to fly back eventually for cases next year but that was a ways away. 

In the mornings you shared a coffee with Bucky, and at night the two of you ate dinner together. It was comfortable but awkward. Which was your fault. You knew it was your fault, you broke his heart and left. But you just didn’t know how to fix that. 

Most mornings were silent. You weren’t a morning person and Bucky wasn’t a talker. But today he had something to say. It only took three weeks, but better late than never. 

“Natasha and Steve invited us over,” he says and you nearly drop your cup.

“They got back together?” you ask completely shocked. 

While Wanda was who you stayed in touch with and one of your closest friends, Natasha was your best friend beside Bucky. The two of you met in dance class and became close. In middle school, she started dating Steve, who is Bucky’s best friend. They were the perfect pair, she was the fiery redheaded dancer and he was the timid but loyal baseball player. However, in Junior year of high school, they broke up after Natasha got drunk at a party and admitted that Steve wasn’t her first. 

He had felt betrayed that she lied and broke up with her and she sobbed on your shoulder for a whole week. You and Bucky got in a fight about it too because he had taken Steve’s side and said she shouldn’t have lied. You fiercely defend Natasha though. It wasn’t her fault she had a hookup with an asshole that she tried to forget.

“Yeah. After high school, Steve and I got a place together while we went to the community college. One day we decided to go to a party at the university in the city. And the next day Natasha was in my kitchen. They had a ‘benefits’ only relationship for a few months before realizing they were idiots and got back together officially. Tied the knot maybe four years ago?” he explains. 

“I’d love to see them again,” you say cordially. Hopefully, they didn’t resent you for leaving.

“We’ll go over for dinner?” he asks and you nod.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Good morning!” Wanda sings when you see her. She’s awfully cheery today and dressed up. She has a black lace dress with a high neckline. She’s wearing a pair of velvet burgundy heels and looks stellar. 

“You are way too happy and look amazing today. Why?!” you ask laughing and she laughs with you.

“I may have an appointment with an adoption agency today,” she says smiling.

“WHAT! Oh my god! Wanda, that’s so exciting!” you say and pull her into a hug. Wanda’s wanted kids since you were 16 and found out a few years ago she can’t get pregnant. 

“I don’t want to get too excited because it’s going to take a while. But we’re starting the process,” she says.

“I wish you and Vis the best. I’m so excited Wan.”

The day went by in a flash. Wanda had to leave early so you were on your own for part of the day. But it went good and you were finally feeling like you had this in the bag. 

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You get back from work and change into more casual clothes. When you get downstairs Bucky is waiting in a leather jacket. You can tell he’d showered since work because his hair is still damp and he isn’t covered in his signature dirt and sawdust. 

“Ready?” he asks and you smile. 

“As I’ve ever been,” you say and he leads you out to his truck. Your car had been brought here two weeks ago so you didn’t have to rely on him to drive you everywhere anymore but it made sense to go in one car for this. 

The Rogers live in a nice house with a large backyard across town. It’s no more than a 15-minute drive, and you arrive at the house with a flower garden outside and scattered kids’ toys in the yard.

“They have kids?” you ask your eyes widening at the idea of Natasha Romanoff with children.

Bucky laughs, “Twins! A happy surprise though. You’ll love my godchildren.” 

“You’re a godfather?” you ask trying to not let the sadness of all you missed seep in. 

“Yeah, why they hypothetically trusted me with their literal children I don’t know.” 

The two of you walk up to the door and before you can open it a flash of red hair is seen and then you’re encompassed in a tight hug. 

“I really missed you,” she says and the two of you move in a circle without letting each other go. A few tears fall from your face but you wipe them away.

“Hi Natty,” you say and she smiles pulling apart. She moves your hair from your face and tilts her head at you. 

“If it isn’t my best friend finally. You look amazing. I really missed you,” she says and pulls you into another hug. It seems she holds no malice against you and a weight leaves your shoulders. 

“I missed you too Mrs. Rogers,” you say and tilt your head smirking. 

“C’mon in Steve’s cooking and I have two people for you to meet.”

When you walk into the living room you’re greeted by two three-year-olds. 

“Y/N meet Sarah and James,” she says motioning to the two blondes. “Sarah and James meet your aunt Y/N.”

The two kids wave and smile and say hi synchronously. They were adorable and had Natty’s eyes. 

“No hello to me?” Steve says coming in the room and you walk over and give him a hug. “We missed you here, big shot.” 

“I missed you guys too. All of you,” you say and look over at Bucky. He lets a small smile cover his face but drops it when he sees you looking.

Over dinner, they fill you in on what you missed. After school, Natasha took over the local dance studio and turned it into a competition studio that was doing fairly well. They were winning titles and having girls travel just to be taught by her. Steve on the other hand became a teacher and is teaching high school history as well as coaching the baseball team. It’s as if no time had passed and the four of you are talking like you did growing up. The kids warm up to you and sit next to you and draw pictures with you.  

When their bedtime comes Bucky and Steve wrangle them and agree to read stories, so Natasha pulls you outside to the patio. 

“So,” she says and you give her a confused look. “What’s it like living with your ex-boyfriend?” she says and you gulp.

“Oh. That,” you say. “That is bringing up feelings I don’t want.” 

“I always thought you two would get married at 19. He was so lost after you left. We all were but especially him. And he still looks at you as if you hung the moon.”

“I broke his heart, it’s not fair of me to do this to him again,” you say and she grabs your hand.

“Babe, you were young and messed up. Don’t let that get in the way of your happiness.”

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Natasha’s words hang on your conscious for a while. Every time you look at Bucky for the next two weeks you think of them. 

The two of you start talking over coffee in the morning, and there’s definitely long wanting gazes and the need to be close. He’ll touch your hand when handing you something, and you’ll fix his hair and lay your head on his shoulder while watching movies. 

He tells you jokes over texts and you send him gifs every time he complains about a customer. You were falling back into the way you used to be and you are so happy. 

On Friday he asked if you guys could talk after work. Which was his right, he needed answers and you needed to ask about your mom. It had been two months now since you returned and you needed to air it all out. But knowing this made you feel jittery all day long. You kept spacing out or walking into the wrong room and everyone could tell you were a mess. It got to the point where you were doing more harm than good and Wanda sent you home. 

It turns out that Bucky had finished early that day too because when you got home he was there. 

“Hi,” you say awkwardly.

“Hi sugar,” he says smiling.

“You finished your day handy boy?” you ask and take your jacket off and hang it on the hook.

“Sure did. Only had a few customers at the store and figured I could close up early. And there was no fixing to do at the inn so I figured I would come back and relax for the night. How about you?” 

“Wanda sent me home. Said I was ‘hurting her flow’. You wanna order some food tonight?” you ask trying to keep up some small talk. 

“What I really want is to get drunk and have you be honest with me,” he says bluntly forgetting the politeness his mama taught him. 

“Well, Okay. That- We can do that. Still need some food I’ll order some Chinese.” you say pulling out your phone to order delivery from the shop down the road. 

An hour later the two of you have eaten and are both slightly tipsy. 

“Why’d you break up with me Y/N?” he asks finally.

You turn to him and shrug, “I wanted to be successful and I thought I needed someone who wanted the same success as me. I wanted to leave the past behind and that meant you. But I was too chicken shit to tell you. James, I regretted it every day.” 

He gulps audibly and takes a long swig from his drink. 

“I was so lost. I was going to marry you. Move up north with you. I knew that was where you needed to be and I wanted to be who you needed too.” he says.

“You were who I needed. Still are if we’re being honest. I just didn’t know that then.” you say and look down embarrassed. I thought you’d have moved on now. Settled with a nice girl, maybe Maria or Darcy. Had a few kids.” you admit.

“Can’t settle down when you’re still hung up on a girl,” he says and you look at him.

“Bucky I still love you. But you don’t deserve me. You deserve someone better.” you say. 

“I deserve you. And as much as I want to show you that we’re both drunk and you’re still dealing with grief,” he says.

“So what now?” you ask.

“Now we wait. Make sure this is right and not just unresolved feelings,” he says.

“And if it is?” you ask.

“Then I move out and we pretend this never happened,” he says and downs the rest of his drink. You follow suit. 

“Can I ask something?” you say after a few moments of quiet.

“Anytime sug, I’m an open book.”

“Was she mad? I didn’t come home when she got sick and I barely talked to her after dad died. I should have come back. I was a bad daughter,” you say and a tear falls down your face. He grabs your hand that was peeling a label off the bottle.

“Honey, she wasn’t mad. She was so proud of you. Told everyone about your cases and watched the news whenever you were mentioned. You made her so proud.”

“Thank you for being there for her.”

“She was my family too. I think we should get some rest though. It’s been a long night,” he says and you nod and head up to your room.

The next morning you wake up with a headache but see medicine and water on your bedside table. It’s then you decide that you were gonna try to make it up to Bucky. There was a chance to mend this and have the relationship you once had, and you had to take that chance. No way were you losing this man again. Once was hard enough. So you decide this time around you have to court him.

When the pair of you were young, only 13, Bucky had learned from Natasha through Steve at the time that you liked him. So he made it his mission to properly court you. It had started with notes and small trinkets, and after two weeks he knocked on your door with two bouquets of flowers (one for your momma and one for you) and asked your parents if it was alright if the pair of you dated. 

They had of course said yes, knowing Bucky his entire life and planning your wedding with his parents when you were still kids. But back then you didn’t break his heart. Now you needed to figure out a way to mend it. 

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There were two weeks until the wedding and you decided you needed to ask Bucky to be your ‘date’ there. He was obviously already invited because he was needed to make sure nothing broke and if it did it could be fixed. But you wanted him there as yours.

You woke up the next day early and went into town to get his favorite bagels and a rose. You got back to the house just as he made it downstairs and gave him the flower and food.

“Thank you? Why go through the hassle when we have food here?” he asks.

“I’m wooing you.”

“Doll, you do not need to woo me. I’m already wooed!” he says laughing.

“No, I messed up. And you deserve to be properly apologized to. So I’m wooing and you’re going to let me.”

“Okay,” he says shaking his head and taking a bite from his bagel. 

Day one: success. 

Day two starts when he gets back from work. You tell him that the pair of you are going on a date and tell him to wear a good pair of shoes. He gives you a weird look but agrees. You bring him to a club outside of town and once he sees it he can’t stop laughing. 

When you and him were 16 you decided to try and get into a club. You both had horribly made fake ids and dressed up to look older. You were obviously turned away, but his car had refused to start after all that effort. So you both danced outside to his mp3 player while you waited for AAA to show up. 

“I figured we could recreate that night, without AAA and the awful heels,” you say and he nods his head. You pull into the abandoned lot you spent hours in years ago. After parking, you grab your phone and put on a playlist of songs that were popular at that time and spend the next two hours just dancing. Completely embarrassingly and in a way nobody your age should. But it’s nice and the pair of you just let go.

Days three and four aren’t that eventful as you both have a lot of work. So instead you hide little notes throughout his things both days. They’re nothing special, just enough to let him know you’re thinking of him and how much you like him. 

Day five you greet him after he closes the hardware store with a vintage Brooklyn Dodgers hat. His grandpa had loved the team and told Bucky all about them. You had to scour online for the hat and it was worth it when you saw the look on Bucky’s face. His eyes widened and he pulled you into a close hug. You would never admit it to him but you took a deep inhale of his scent.

Day 6’s plans were changed when Steve called and said Nat didn’t feel good and wondered if you would take the twins for the day and night. You told them you had to check with Bucky but would head over as soon as you heard from him. 

Bucky of course was over the moon to have the kids over so you went and grabbed them after hanging up with him. When you got there Steve had packed each kid an overnight bag and handed them to you with their blankets and stuffed animals. Apparently Bucky bought them for the twins when they were born and they refused to sleep without them. 

The twins were ecstatic to sleepover ‘aunt y/n and uncle Bucky’s place’ and babbled to each other the entire drive. You got there and saw Bucky’s truck so you figured he took the rest of the say off for the kids. 

The rest of the day was spent running around the yard and showing the kids the inn and it reminded you so much of your childhood with Bucky. You wouldn’t mind your own kids playing here too you think to yourself. 

After getting the kids to eat dinner and putting them to bed in the guest room you’re wiped and fall asleep with Bucky on the couch. 

You wake up early the next day to little hands patting your shoulder. You manage to get up without waking up Bucky and bring the kids to the kitchen. Day 7 would be breakfast in bed you suppose. 

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It was one week now until the wedding and you were stressed. The mothers decided to come in now and make your life a living hell by trying to undo everything the couple had done. Thor and Jane had made it perfectly clear to ignore their parents and you were doing your best to.

You told Bucky to meet you at the inn today since you couldn’t make it out to him, and when he arrived you had Vis make your lunch and the two of you picnic in the garden. 

Day 9 was a big one because you were asking Bucky to be your date today. You lit candles around the house and had a big sign asking him to be your date. It mimicked how he asked you to prom all those years ago.

You got dressed up and waited impatiently for him to come home. When you heard his car you dimmed the lights in the house and held the sign for him to read. He came in and smiled at your setup.

“Doll, of course, I’m going to be your date,” he says laughing and pulls you close to him.

“You know you don’t need to do the rest of your wooing. We can just make it official now,” he says and you shake your head. 

“James Buchanan you let me finish my last 5 days.” 

“I just want to kiss you,” he whines and you laugh at his frustration.

“Soon Handy Boy I promise.”

Day 10 you go to the old drive-in theater with him. Wedding prep is just about done and you had the night off. You fill his truck with blankets and pillows after telling him the plan and having him grab snacks and drinks for you both.

The place is playing Edward Scissorhands and Beetlejuice in a Tim Burton back to back showing and it’s a good excuse to spend the night watching good movies and snuggled close to the man you love.

Day 11 and 12 you bake for him. The first of two nights cookies, the second muffins. He thanks you for both but asks if you’re trying to Hansel and Gretel him.

Day 13 was the day before the wedding and the entire family had come into town. The entire inn was rented out to the Foster-Odinson clan. It was all hands on deck and it was the fullest you’ve seen the inn yet. But despite the craziness, everything runs smoothly. 

Midway through the day Wanda gets a call she was approved to adopt and was so excited she yelled it out. The entire place let out collective squeals (even people who had no clue who Wanda was) and the day just had a good tone to it.

For the last day before the wedding, and your last night of the ‘wooing’ you cook Bucky dinner. He’s surprised by the fact the house doesn’t burn and compliments your meal at least ten times. You tell him about Wanda and Vision.

“Do you want kids?” he asks and you nod.

“I want a bunch of kids. I want to raise them here too. With you,” you say and he chokes on his drink.

“God Doll, I want that too but don’t be that blunt about things. I’m getting older, don’t need a heart attack.” You laugh and he smiles. 

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After what feels like a lifetime the day is finally here. You’re up and out of the house before Bucky even wakes. He’s sleeping in since the store is closed today and he doesn’t have to be at the inn until 11 am. 

The bride and her bridesmaids are all drinking coffee and nibbling on light pastries when you get there. The makeup and hair team she hired should be here in around an hour. Jane has gel eye patches beneath her eyes and one of the bridesmaids still has their hair in a towel. 

After checking that they’re all there and everything is running smoothly you check in on the kitchen staff. They all say things are on schedule and you nod and go to find Scott to ensure that the bar is fully stocked.

On your way to check with Scott, you find Peter carrying the suits up to the groomsmen and he wishes you a good morning. Scott, you find a few minutes later organizing the liquor. Everything seems to be running smoothly.

A few hours go by and it’s an hour until the wedding starts. You thank your lucky stars that everything runs smoothly as the guests start showing up. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Bucky in a suit. He looks fantastic and you practically drool.

“How’s my favorite wedding coordinator,” he asks and you smile.

“She’s fantastic. How’s my favorite handy boy,” you ask in return.

“He wants to know if he’s waited long enough for his kiss.” You laugh at him.

“He has. He should know that there’s a certain girl fully in love with him who would die for a chance to be his girlfriend again,” you say laying it all out.

Bucky smiles widely, “I love you too Y/N. It would be an honor to be yours again.” 

Before you can reply to him he pulls you close and smashes his lips against yours. There’s so much want and need in the kiss and you can almost feel the years lost in it. He doesn’t hold back at all and reaches one arm around you to pull you as close as possible. The other holds your hand and he keeps his lips moving in time with yours. 

And you know that it’s everything you need. He’s everything you ever need. 

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liar, liar (1/2) bucky barnes x reader

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part 1 part 2

(ft sam wilson)

backstory - she can see the future (or versions of it) through dreams and visions; she can see someone's past and memories by touching them; and she can stop peoples actions with her mind. sam introduced her to bucky without knowing about her powers and they started dating. (OC superhero name: Arcana)

song: bruised and bloodied by seether

ps this song slaps and so does the album and god i just really love seether. okay im done now lol

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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when i woke up i sighed, feeling the bed next to me empty again. this was the third time this week that Bucky had woken up way before me and left before i even got to tell him good morning. it was starting to put a damper on my mood but i wasn't about to let him know that.

i shook my head, digging it deep into my pillow before sitting up and rubbing my face. when i opened my eyes back up they grew wider. Bucky was standing in the doorway with a half smile on his face and two mugs in his hands.

"hey."

he said quietly, not making a move yet.

"hey."

i said back, a little more chipper than i was expecting. i think the same went for him.

"coffee?"

i nodded, smiling back at him

"just the way you like it."

he said as he sat on the side of the bed in front of me.

"whats the special occasion?"

i asked before taking a sip, looking up at him over the top of the mug. he just shook his head.

"no special occasion."

i sent him a look as i lowered the mug.

"youre a terrible liar, you know that?"

he laughed a little bit.

"youd think id be better at it by now but i guess thats why they always kept my mouth shut."

i sent him a look.

"so?"

he huffed a breath deep out his nose.

"sam called."

i shook my head.

"no."

"come on y/n."

"buck you hate fighting-"

"and what would i do if he got hurt?!"

i sighed, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"damn you for being so caring."

i said sternly and he cracked a half smile.

"damn you for sticking around."

he quipped back and i laughed.

"when does he need us?"

°°°°°°°°°

i looked over his face as he stared at the floor. his jaw tightened and i could tell he didn't want to do this. he had done enough already.

"hey,"

i said softly, touching his face and turning him to look at me. he looked sad. or maybe it was disappointment.

"you know you don't have to do this right?"

i asked and his face changed again. maybe it was regret. he tried to avoid my gaze again but i side stepped him.

"hey, look at me. you dont have to do this. youre getting better, you are a good man."

i reassured. he nodded slowly, glancing over my face.

"i should've listened to you this morning."

i snorted.

"ive been telling you for a while that you should listen to me more but some how we always end up here."

i joked and he sent me a look.

"you two ready?"

Sam asked as he came up behind us and Bucky nodded. i frowned but nodded too anyways.

"they're coming in on the southside, so be ready."

he said, looking between us. then there was a clattering above us, making the three of us look up. in came a few men, descending from the ceiling in full tactile gear.

"god damnit john."

i said annoyed, turning to see him coming through the door looking all high and mighty.

"i heard you could use some back up."

he said and i rolled my eyes. i could tell buck and sam were just as surprised and annoyed.

"why is it that we can never do anything without you showing up?"

i asked and a smug look crossed his face.

"we do this bigger and better than you. and you arent exactly discreet. metal arm, jet pack, spandex; kinda stands out in a crowd."

"dont forget i can see your future john."

i seethed and he laughed.

"right, Arcana, i almost forgot."

Bucky touched my hip lightly.

"easy. we've still got time."

i looked to him and bit my tongue.

"we dont need your help."

i assured but he just ignored me. then a loud bang sounded from the south side.

"shit."

i mumbled under my breath, taking off in that direction after sam and bucky.

"hey hey hey."

bucky said, pushing me behind him. i frowned and a vision hit me.

"get down!"

i yelled, grabbing him and sam to pull them back as another bomb went off. the three of us fell to the ground, looking up as johns team made their way outside.

"your killing your team john!"

i yelled as he passed us too. another loud sound went off but this time it was something different. i closed my eyes as bullets rang through the air. i could see all of it flashing through my mind. then i reached out and grabbed buckys arm. i had seen him run after them and get shot and there was no way i was letting that happen.

"y/n, theyre gonna die, we have to do something."

then i looked at him.

"you stay here."

i demanded, standing and walking outside. there were many soldiers on the ground already, the few that were left were pointing guns at the so-called attackers, john was holding a gun to the leader. i had seen this, neither of them was a winner. i closed my eyes again and breathed deeply, holding all of them still. a second thought and their guns were to the ground, fists at their sides. when i opened my eyes they were all looking around confused. then i heard a gunshot, looking around just as confused.

"y/n!"

i heard from behind me, buckys arms hitting my back as i slouched into him, watching john shoot the leader between the eyes.

"hey, listen, stay with me."

bucky bargained, sam running up and standing over him as helped me slowly to the ground.

"didnt see that one coming."

i groaned as he pressed his flesh hand into the hole in my side.

"youre gonna be okay, okay? just stay with me."

i nodded.

"im sorry. i thought i could help them."

i said a little breathy, tears visibly appearing behind his eyes as he picked me up. i hissed at the sudden movement.

"you did help them."

i held my side, trying to breathe deeply.

"get her out of here."

sam said. i could feel bucky beginning to run as i closed my eyes, feeling the rain hit my face as the thunder rolled.

"please dont leave me."

he whispered.

"im not going anywhere."

i managed, rolling my head against his chest. the next thing i knew i was being placed on a bed and there were doctors surrounding me.

°°°°°°°°°

when i woke up again there was a beeping running through my ears. i felt completely out of my mind as i blinked slowly. it was like visions were coming to me in fast moving pictures unlike anything ive ever experienced.

"bucky."

i whined, scared, as i rolled my head back and forth.

"im here."

he said through a sniffle, taking my hand in his. i squeezed my eyes shut tightly as i saw our first date play out behind my eyes. it made me smile, seeing him fumble through his words as sam laughed at him. i blinked again before looking over at him. he looked like he had been crying for a while and i couldnt help feeling guilty for making him feel that way.

"dont look at me like that."

he said.

"like what?"

i asked innocently as he wiped his face.

"like you pity me."

i squeezed his hand.

"i have never in my life pitied you James Buchanan Barnes, and i dont intend on starting any time soon."

i wheezed out, coughing at the end. he let out a shaky breath.

"then why does it feel like it."

he managed and i ran my thumb over his hand.

"im sorry."

i said and he looked at me confused.

"for what?"

i cleared my throat.

"for hurting you."

he shook his head quickly.

"this isnt your fault. you couldnt have known john was going to shoot you. if anything this is on him."

"ill be sure to bill him."

i said through a laugh before groaning and placing my hand over the wound. then there was  a knock at the door. it was sam.

"how are we doing in here?"

he asked lightly and i smiled at him, reaching out to him with the hand bucky wasnt holding.

"im all aces."

i said as he leaned down and hugged me as best as he could.

"im glad to see youre okay."

i nodded slowly.

"did you finish the mission?"

he hung his head low.

"the majority of the group got away. but we'll get em next time."

i sighed.

"dont do anything stupid without me."

i said with a wink and he laughed.

"its a little late for that id say."

he nodded towards me and i sent him a look.

"oh believe me, he shows up again ill give him something he wont forget."

"is that a promise?"

bucky piped up and i laughed, groaning after.

"you bet your ass it is."

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Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

Series Masterlist

Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy and sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.),language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n, Steve Rogers, Bucky motherfucker Barnes, Tony Stark.

Words: 3.4k

Chapter Warning: James Buchanan Barnes, I’m sorry but Tony Stark is a hugedick in this (I still love him though.), bad english (if you squint. Don’t blame me, english is my third language.), language, slight jealousy.

CHAPTER  SIX

You absolutely hated Steve Rogers at that moment, he has taken you to the spa that this hotel had and instead of staying with you he left you alone with these seven women who just can’t stop pointing out your flaws. 

“Her facial is gonna take some time she has blackheads.” You almost gasped as one of them said like you weren’t even in the room. You rolled your eyes, you for a fact know that you don’t have any blackheads, okay maybe some but they’re not even visible. 

But you have to say, it felt good. Seven women taking care of you as you munched on chocolate coated strawberries? You would have live like that every day if you could have. Huh, maybe you can forgive Steve after all. 

“Ma’am please lie down we have to wax your vagina.” You almost choked at her bluntness. You saw her smirking very discreetly and you knew she was just playing with you knowing that you’re new to all this.

“Is it necessary?” You asked.

“I’m afraid it comes with it comes with the full body treatment Mr. Rogers has paid us for.” She replied and you stood up and lie down on the very comfy massage table they had. 

After what felt like years and minutes at the same time but was only 5 hours you were escorted out of that spa. You felt really good, your whole body was smooth like a baby bottom, and you were glowing due to all those essential oils they used on you. They did your hair and makeup too. Your hair were shiny and bouncy and you never felt prettier.

When you got into the suite Steve was nowhere to be seen. There was a black garment bag on the bed and a big box beside it with a note on top which read ‘Wear the dress and shoe and be ready by 9, I’ll be here to pick you up.’ and under it was a smaller note which said ‘PS. You look beautiful in red’. Your cheek heat up at the comment and a big smile took over your face.

When you took out the dress from the bag your heart was filled with awe. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on, it was wine red in colour. Elegant yet sexy. You were gonna feel like a queen in it. You opened the box too, there sat a pair of black red bottom stiletto. Why is he spoiling you so much? 

You quickly took off the robe and bra which you obviously didn’t need and carefully put on the dress, you didn’t want to ruin the fine fabric. There was a slit on your left leg which stopped on your mid thigh but the hem was longer and pooled a little around your feet. The fabric felt awesome against your freshly waxed skin. You put on the heels as well, you were impatient by now.

When you looked at the mirror you swear your heart stopped. You looked so beautiful that you wanted to cry. The sweetheart neckline gave complement to your collarbone. You heard someone intaking a shar breath and you looked up in the mirror to see Steve leaning against the door frame wearing a shiny black tuxedo. He looked so handsome in that tux that you found your own breath getting caught in your throat for a second. 

You smirked a little when you saw the look on his face as he looked up and down your body. You were definitely satisfied by the reaction that you were getting out of him. He slowly walked up to you until his chest was pressed against your back.

“Wow.” He said putting his hands on your hips. “You look........ravishing.” He whispered in your ear.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Rogers.” You replied smirking at him through the mirror.

“You’re making me second guess if we should even go or not.” He said leaning down and pressing his lips on your bare shoulder. You leaned back and a moan left your lips. You could feel him getting hard against you.

“Maybe we could just stay.” You suggested in a low voice. Honestly you didn’t really care for this party, you just wanted to spend time with him weather it was there or inside these four walls, you just wanted to be with him.

“Hmmm, as much as that thought entices me, we really need to go.” You held back your groan of disappointment. You didn’t want to seem too desperate in front of him. “But before that...I have something for you.” He said and you raised an eyebrow. But before you could form a sentence you felt a cold metal touch your bare skin of your collarbone. Your eyes widen when you saw the shiney diamond necklace. 

“Steve-” 

“Shhh.”

“I can’t-” Before you could protest too much he turned you around and pulled you closer; arm around your waist.

“Doll, you’re my date. I can soil you as much as I want too. You can’t stop me.” The way he said it made you shut up. There was authority in his voice, the same authority that makes you weak on your knees. You couldn’t help but nod. “Good. Wear these too.” He handed you a box that had earring much similar to the necklace. You knew if you were to buy this you would have to sell yourself; and maybe even then you couldn’t buy it. That’s why you didn’t feel worthy enough to wear it; you did anyway. You didn’t wanna seem rude. “You ready?” You nodded with a small smile before linking your arm with his.  

The ride to the hotel was quiet but not uncomfortable. Steve’s eyes didn’t leave you even for a second. There was a proud smile on his face; like he was proud to have you as a date. 

“Stop it.” You finally said as the car came to a stop; a smile on your face.

“What?”

“Stop staring.”

“I can’t help it, doll. You’re gorgeous. You’re gonna break some hearts in there.” He commented making you blush even harder. He got out of the car and then came to your side to help you; that chivalrous man. 

The hotel was just what you expected; if not more. You have to say you were slightly jealous of Steve that his life has always been this. The men on the door quickly recognized him and opened the door; they didn’t even ask for his name. You were busy admiring the view when Steve tugged on your arm and pulled you inside. And oh god, if you thought that the outside was beautiful; the inside resembled heaven. 

“Steve, you’ve made it.” Said a thick british accent said behind you and the two of you quickly turn around. You have to say who you came to face with was a sight for sore eyes. He was blond just like Steve, maybe even more. His blue eyes were lighter than Steve’s and there was a big smile on his face like he was genuinely happy to see Steve. But what surprised you most was that there was no one with him. It was a shame that a man like himself was single. 

Steve’s hand left the small of your back to greet his friend with a manly hug. “How could I not, Brother?” Steve’s pulled back and he didn’t take a second to move his hand back to where it was; on the small of your back.

“And who is this beguiling lady.” His eyes did a once over of your whole  body before stopping at your face. You almost raised an eyebrow at the choice  of his words.

“He’s british.” Steve whispered to you not so subtly making the man and as well as you chuckle. “Y/n, this is Thor; a very good friend of mine. And Thore, this is Y/n.” You tried to ignore the fact that he didn’t add anything else and held your hand for Thor to shake. 

“Nice to meet you, Thor.” The name sounded a little weird on your lips.

“Oh the pleasures all mine, Ms. Y/n.” He smiled and pulled your hand to his lips. You blushed when he kissed to soft skin of your hand. You felt Steve getting a little stiff beside you and you wondered if he was getting jealous. Thor let go of your hand and stood straight. 

You soon came to know that Thor is the one who hosted this party. You complimented him about the gorgeous set up and he said its nothing in comparison to you which made you blush once again.

Steve mingled and introduced to a few other people; in the same way he introduced you to Thor. Just your name; no context. You have to say it did hurt you a little but you didn’t let it show on your face. You can’t blame him though; he never asked you to be his girlfriend. It wasn’t like that you were assuming either, it just would have been nice if he had said something other than ‘this is Y/n.’ You once again felt how you did when Brock used to introduce you to his rich friends; like you were nothing more than an arm candy. At least with Steve you didn’t mind it. 

“Capsicle. It’s been a while.” A shorter man said as he walked up to the two; a petite tall blonde in his arms. He was handsome as well and you wonder if all rich people were good looking; you have to admit even that asshole Brock was good looking. You felt Steve getting stiff beside you again. You were immediately aware of the tension between two men. You swear someone within a mile could sense the tension between two male. 

“Tony.” Steve replied with nothing more than a nod. His lips were pressed in a thin lineas he gave the brunette a forces smile. Tony’s eyes left Steve to meet with you. A smirk formed on his lips as his eyes shamelessly traveled over your body despite having the beautiful tall blonde in his arm. “Steve, wouldn’t you introduce to this gorgeous lady?” Tony said raising his eyebrow at you. You felt uneasy under his gaze, like he was judging you. Like he already knew that you do not belong herd.

“This is Y/n, my date. She’s a aspiring lawyer.” this was the first time Steve said something other than just your name and he said it like he was proud. “Y/n, this is Tony.” that’s all he said.

“Nice to meet you Y/n, I have to say, you’re completely out of his league.” Tony said one again shamelessly looking down at your body. Before you could reply to his comment Steve said in a harsh tone.

“Where’s Pepper, Tony?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Oh she couldn’t make it. How rude of me, this is Christine. And Christine you already know Steve Rogers and Y/n here.” The Blonde gave you a smile which clearly didn’t reach her eyes and you returned it. You didn’t like it one bit how her her eyes were travelling all over Steve; you wanted to glare at her but you stick to being professional for Steve’s sake. 

“Sweetheart, I hope you don’t mind if I steal your date for a while. Christine give her some company.” Tony didn’t wait for your reply as he dragged Steve away; huh what a surprise. You heard Steve grumble “What do you want, Tony.” before they were out of your hearing range. 

“So?” Christine said as you two walked to the bar. 

“So?” You asked confusingly.

“So how did you land Steve Rogers?” She asked with a smirk as she looked you up and down.

“I’m sorry, what are you trying to say?” You asked with an raised eyebrow.

“Come on, don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not ‘playing’ dumb, I actually have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Men like them never just fall for girls like us. You’ve had to offer something.” She asked with a smirk. The implication was very clear in the air and it made your blood boil.

“Look, lady, I don’t know how low your self esteem is or just how low you think of yourself but I am nothing like you.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, so you’re one of those who think so highly of themselves. Just wait until the time comes, honey. He’s gonna drop you like a used can.”

“Thank you so much. Your company is no longer needed.” As you left her to go to the bar alone you hear her mumble “bitch” behind you but you chose to ignore it.

No matter how hard you try her words have affected you. She was right at some point though, men like Steve don’t just fall for girls like you. You don’t even have a stable job, you don’t belong to his lifestyle, you have nothing in common, why was he even interested in you? Before you could once again overthink about what she said someone came and sat on the bar stool beside you. The familiar voice caught your attention.

“Steve is an idiot.” You turn to see the gray blue eyes taking in your form. A smile immediately took place on your lips. You were so glad to see a familiar face other than Steve’s in this room full of people you don’t even know.

“Hello to you too, Bucky. May I ask why are you calling your best friend an Idiot?”You asked sipping on the champagne.

“Because if I had a date as gorgeous as you, I would not leave her alone even for a second.” He replied making you giggle as a wave of heat rose to your cheeks due to the compliment. 

“Do you flirt with everyone so much, Mr. Barnes?” You asked with a small smirk.

“Nope, just a very few incredibly beautiful woman. But seriously though, where is that Punk.” 

“He’s talking to one of the guests, Tony Stark.” You said and his eyes almost widen.

“No way. Steve and Tony are talking without starting a war? I don’t believe this” A smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, that’s what he told me his name was, unless they are lying to me. Why is it so unbelievable, that they are talking?” You asked curiosity.

“Oh Steve’s gonna kill me for telling you this......But he can suck my Dick.” He said making you laugh then he leaned closer to you to tell you the secret. You know you shouldn’t be invading Steve’s privacy like that but fuck him for leaving you alone. “Steve and Tony used to work together, well to be exact Steve used to work under Tony. Then somewhat ten years ago, Steve resigned and started his own business and all of Tony’s clients left him and went to Steve.” You knew he leaving some big chunk of information out but you decided not to press on it. It wasn’t your place to know in the first place anyway. 

“Ten years? Wow, how old are you guys?” You chuckled, it was a bit weird though, because ten years ago you were only 11 and Steve had his own company, another reason why he shouldn’t be interested in you. You are so young and inexperienced.

“Just a little older than Hitler.” He joked making you laugh out loud.

“You’re funny.” You complimented putting a hand on his shoulder while laughing. You saw him looking down at your face with a big smile on his face but what you didn’t was Steve glaring at the back of Bucky’s head as he walked toward the two of you.

“I see you are keeping my date entertained.” Steve said with a slightly forced smile as he reached the two of you. You turned around just in time when his hand came down to wrap around your waist. Steve seemed different from before he left to talk to Tony. Now he seemed angrier, you could almost feel the new heavy weight on his shoulder just by looking at him.

“Someone had to. You left her alone between so many people she doesn’t even know, It was either me or those douche ogling her.” Bucky tilted his chin and you slightly turned to the said direction to see a group of men stealing glances at you.

“Thank you.” Steve said as he glared at the men and then turned back to you. “Sorry, Y/n, I had to sort something out with Tony.” Steve said making Bucky smirk. “Is there a problem, Buck”

“Oh no, not at all. Enjoy the party two of you, I’ll go mingle with some people.” Bucky replied making his way toward a petite blonde with a smirk on his face.“Just a little older than Hitler.” He joked making you laugh out loud.

“You’re funny.” You complimented putting a hand on his shoulder while laughing. You saw him looking down at your face with a big smile on his face but what you didn’t was Steve glaring at the back of Bucky’s head as he walked toward the two of you.

“I see you are keeping my date entertained.” Steve said with a slightly forced smile as he reached the two of you. You turned around just in time when his hand came down to wrap around your waist.

“Someone had to. You left her alone between so many people she doesn’t even know, It was either me or those douche ogling her.” Bucky tilted his chin and you slightly turned to the said direction to see a group of men stealing glances at you.

“Thank you.” Steve said as he glared at the men and then turned back to you. “Sorry, Y/n, I had to sort something out with Tony.” Steve said making Bucky smirk. “Is there a problem, Buck?”

“Oh no, not at all. Enjoy the party two of you, I’ll go mingle with some people.” Bucky replied making his way toward a petite blonde with a smirk on his face.

“Come on we have to leave.” Steve said as he pulled you off from the bar stool.

“So soon?” You asked with an raised eyebrow. 

“Yes.” He replied as he almost dragged you out of the hotel. It wasn’t like you were protesting or something, you couldn’t care less about the party; you were just surprised by Steve’s behavior.

“Steve, what is going on?” You asked as Lorenzo pulled  in front of you.

“Nothing. Let’s just go.”

“No. You can’t just drag me around like a rag doll, Steve. I am not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on.” You crossed your arms across your chest as you looked up at him. Steve thought it was the most adorable yet sexiest thing he has ever seen.

Instead of giving you an answer he wrapped an arm around you and crashed his lips on yours; taking away your breath.. You were taken aback at first but then kissed him back. You put your hands on his shoulder and deepened the kiss. His fingers were digging in your waist as he pulled you closer than possible.

He pulled away too soon for your liking. Your lips followed his until he stood up straight and was out of your reach. You slowly open up your eyes to look in to those gorgeous blue ones. His lips were slightly kiss swollen and smeared with the wine red colour of your lipstick.

“I don’t like it when he flirts with you.”

“Who?....wait, are you jealous.” The confuse look on your face was soon changed into a wide smirk. 

“What?..No.” He took a little time to answer as he walked up to the car. 

“Hey, don’t lie to me. You are jealous.”

“Ok fine, maybe.......yes. Can we go now.” He looked like he didn’t quite like the confession but that didn’t mean you didn’t like either. You skipped up to him happily and pecked his cheek. 

“Yes sir.” You could see the small smile on his lips as he helped you inside the car. “By the way you have nothing to be jealous.” You said in a small voice as he slide in beside you.

“I know.” He replied before capturing your lips once again as Lorenzo pulled away from the hotel.

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Dads best friend

Authors note: basically this is inspired by another fic called ‘family friend’ by @wiensrsoldier which I really really enjoyed so in the state of quarantine and having nothing to do I decided to write my own version :) I would love some feedback so it would be greatly appreciated. (Ps I’m not from America so everything’s basically set in Manchester because the drinking age etc)

Summary: you’re Tony Starks daughter and you’ve always got on with your dads friends but there’s one friends that’s a little different

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader. Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Chapter 1:

You’ve always been close to your dad but being the daughter of playboy billionaire Tony Stark wasn’t always as easy or glamorous as people think especially with him being a single dad and caught up in work and events all the time. To Tony’s credit though he tried really hard and was always there when you needed it most.

“Come on, just make up an excuse not to go” your friend MJ tried to persuade you

“Wait you’re not coming?” Peter exclaimed sitting down at your lunch table with Ned

“I’ve told you all my dad wants me there this weekend” you sighed flicking the food you knew you weren’t gonna eat because let’s face it school food is gross. Your friends were talking about the movie night that Peter had set up for Saturday night but you couldn’t go as your dad was planning a night in with his friends and well he liked your company, that and Pepper had asked your super nicely (bribed you) to stay and keep an eye on your dad.

You liked your dads friends, they were all guys that he knew from various businesses but they weren’t as uptight as most of your dads associates were, the we’re genuinely nice guys. There was Rhodey, Steve, Sam and James.

“I’m sorry guys but I swear I’ll hold the gathering next week” they all nodded in agreement “we can do anything you want”

“Sure you know all Peter will want to do is hang about your house, he’s practically in love with Tony” MJ teased making everyone laugh

“I am not!” Peter tried to hide his blush

“On that note I better be getting to shop” you say standing up from the table waving as they all bid you goodbye

——

You put finishing touches to your outfit and fluff your hair a little bit before making your way to the Stark towers official ‘entertaining room’ which consisted of a pool table a large sound system and also a record player for the authentic sound, there was also a bar but that was in a separate room just off the entertainment room, there was no doubt that’s where you’d be most of the night mixing drinks.

“Hi sweetheart” your dad greeted you as you walked into the room planting a kiss on his temple

“Hi dad” you responded “what times everyone getting here?”

“Around eight I think” he informed you making you nod “so how’s the gang?”

“They’re good, is it ok if we do something here next weekend it’s my turn to host?” You asked your dad

“Of course it is!” He grinned, Tony always loved it when you brought your friends over it really made him feel like he was doing a good job

The elevator to the main entrance dinged and all your dads friends piled loudly into the room, greeting Tony with hugs and handshakes telling him how they had brought beer or snacks or both.

“There she is!” Rhodey exclaimed heading your way enveloping you in a hug

“Boy (Y/N/N) you’re getting big” Steve grinned also pulling you into a hug

“Well she is my big adult now” Tony grinned remembering how he basically cried like a baby when you turned 18, you were his only child can you blame him?

“How long has it been since we seen you kiddo two years?” Sam asked and you nodded

“Yup my sixteenth in Venice I think” you say remembering the extravagant event

“You’ve changed” you turn to hear the deep voice of the man you had been nervous to see. James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky for short. He was the youngest in the group having only turned 30 despite the average age being between 35 and 40 and definitely the most attractive out of the group. The other guys weren’t bad sure but James, he was enough to make anyone swoon never mind the age.

“Yeah I suppose I have” you smiled at him which he returned making you weak at the knees, his smile was perfect.

The party commenced from there, Tony, much to your delight, had left you in charge of the music and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, you were even having a few drinks and letting go a little.

After you drank your second can of cider you headed back to the bar to grab another swaying your hips as you went not stopping while searching for the cans

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” You stand upright heating the all too familiar rasp of James’ voice

“No I turned 18 last month” you smirk at him making him scratch his stubble

“You really have changed a lot doll” he comments, he isn’t lying. Since last time he saw you you’ve completely changed, your figure has filled out and you’ve found your own unique style, even learning how to do your hair and makeup and you can do it well.

“I guess so, so have you” you say taking in the slight beard and new dress sense that he sports, a black fitted polo neck and some black jeans, different from the light summery colours you were used to on him. He had also cut his hair.

“Thought it was time for a change” there’s a comfortable silence as you open your cider taking a long swig from it.

“You really are all grown up aren’t you doll?” James chuckles “probably going out clubbing now too” it’s your turn to chuckle at this one

“Yeah most nights I can get out I do, my dad isn’t the strictest nor the most vigilant,” you pause as you notice his eyes taking in your body “um James?”

He blushes and you have to admit you like that you caught him like this, checking you out. What? No you can’t think like this he’s nearly twice your age and not to mention your dads friend.

“I better get back” he stutters “I’ll see you in there” you watch him leave a little sad that he does

“Oh and doll?” He asks popping his head round the corner “don’t stop shaking your hips the way you’ve been doing.”

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Skies Are Gray

Summary: “Hi! So, I always see these fics around about a bubbly reader and is pure and sweet and I love it!!!! Its fun to read that stuff but I always feel like I cant connect. Can I request Bucky x reader who has been through serious shit that had taken away the pure and happy shine in her eye. Maybe something where she had made a mistake and kept it a secret for so long it started to eat at her? Angst to fluffI'm not sure. All I know is that I love your writing and knew you could portray this perfectly”                -Anonymous

Part: 1/1 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: angst, implied smut, (I think that’s it...)

Word count: 1,221

A/N: Wow, okay... So this was such a sweet request and I absolutely loved writing it. I hope you like it! (Ps. tissues might be handy...)

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Life used to be lighter, with a bit more hopefulness and joy but that was before you were slammed with reality. Not everything went the way you wanted it too and sometimes that was learned the hard way, and it was never a pretty lesson. Some things are out of your control and eventually you’d have to accept that but today you just couldn’t muster the strength. Today you just wanted to get through the motions and move on from the dark nipping at your heels. So you trained, you ran miles and punched the hell out of a punching bag, you sparred with Natasha and you picked up Archery with Clint. It was clear to all you needed a distraction day, things had been weighing far more heavily on you since your last mission. 

No one here had seen you prior to your personality shift, they had always known you to be sort of distant and reserved. It was why they had immediately wanted you and Bucky to meet, they thought the two of you would bring out the best in one another. And it worked. But not completely, a total change would require internal work that you simply were not ready for. That was a task for a later date. 

Bucky had been your solace in the past few years, your only source of clarity in moments of haziness. He had already helped in making you smile more and feel lighter than you usually do but even he couldn’t rid you of the guilt that clung to you. You had never told him the truth about what you were like before becoming an agent, before joining the avengers. It was a veil of shame you wore around constantly that no one ever noticed, only known to yourself.

“Woah, woah, woah. Easy there wild woman.” Bucky gripped the violently swinging bag and did his best to steady it before placing his hands on your shoulders and leading you away. “Something’s up with you.”

When you opened your mouth to protest he held up a hand, a gentle smile on his lips as he gazed softly into your eyes. Those steel blue eyes made you feel less troubled, almost like you were home and safe from whatever ails you. You could almost get lost in them.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I get it, we’ve all got things in our past we’d much rather forget. But I want you to know that I am here for you, always. If you ever need to talk or if you just want to be held, I will forever have my door open to you. All you have to do is ask.” Tears slid down your cheeks and you feverishly wiped them away in embarrassment, he always seemed to say something that triggered an emotion in you. “Hey, it’s okay. Let them fall, you don’t have to hide from me.”

He held onto your shaking body as you let all the stress and pain flush out, a sort of catharsis occurring within you. A part of you felt like you had to tell him now before you lost your nerve, and so you did. You started speaking and you couldn’t stop, it all just poured from your lips like you’d drunk truth serum. Everything was laid before him, the loss of your deepest love, the offer of revenge, your criminal record, all of it. At this point your eyes were glued to the wall, sitting on the bench in silence as you gave him time to absorb all you had revealed. It was a lot to put on someone in one moment, perhaps too much.

“I’m sorry, that was a lot. Too much for one conversation.” Your head hung low with your eyes squeezed shut, it was terrifying to you that you had just told him the truth that had taken you 13 months of required therapy to admit in a mere conversation. Your grip on the bench became deathly tight, a fluttering anxiety in your chest. His arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer snapped you from your panic, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

“It’s okay.” That was all he said for several minutes and those words alone made your heart feel lighter, your hands holding onto his forearm that rested over your chest. “I still love you, your past doesn’t change that. Your past is exactly that, the past. You’ve gone through so much and come out a better person. You did that. I’m no stranger to regretting mistakes and blaming yourself for the trauma. But, maybe that’s something we can both work on. Together.”

“I’d like that.” You rest your forehead against his and close your eyes, deep breaths in and out as you revel in the comfort of his touch. “What would I do without you?”

“Listen to sad music while beating the life out of inanimate objects and eating your feelings.” You quirked a brow, a quiet laugh slipping past your defenses. “You’d be just fine, but life would be so much less fun.”

“Oh you have no idea.” You kissed his lips gently, turning to hold him against you with your hands flat on his back. The taste of his lips and the feel of his skin were addicting, so much so that you lost track of time, at some point traveling to his room and melding into one. 

James Buchanan Barnes wasn’t your savior, he didn’t rescue you from anything and he didn’t magically solve your problems with his existence. He did something much better and far more realistic, he helped inspire you to save yourself. Supporting your decisions and not coddling you like a child or a wounded animal, he treated you like a person. You felt safe, not because he could protect you but, because he would just let you be. He never asked any change of you, never once telling you to get a hold of yourself and get your life together. No, Bucky knew better than that and he knew how hard it was to be kind to yourself. 

James Buchanan Barnes was no knight in shining armor, he was no crutch, and he was certainly not a caped crusader saving a damsel in distress. He was your confidant and your closest companion. He was the person you could turn to with no judgement, always all ears. He was your partner and equal, he was for you what you were for him. He was the love of your life and you never needed to look elsewhere. He wasn’t your world but the sharer of your heart, just as you shared his. 

As you looked into his eyes you knew that you had the strength for what lay ahead, because you had him to cheer you on when you fell to the ground. You had him to ensure you never gave up on yourself. While you could very well do this on your own, it was nice to have someone believe in you with their whole heart. Somehow it made it just a bit easier to find belief in yourself.

One day you would be able to say you were okay again and he would be right at your side, finding the strength to say it too.

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Living

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2445 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Bucky seeing the indentations on your skin from your clothes after a long day 

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It had been a long day.

Longer than you’d had in quite a while and for most of it, you were almost convinced that it was never going to end.

You had been on your feet for hours, taking care of business and doing whatever was asked of you, to the point where you practically had to drag yourself through the door of your apartment.

This whole civilian life thing was really starting to feel like more trouble than it was worth.

Sure, there was something to be said about no longer having to fight for your life and constantly be looking over your shoulder but on days like this, you almost wished you hadn’t agreed to this.

At least you were good at that.

You knew who was good and who was bad, and you always knew where you stood with both sides.

This was something else entirely.

Working a nine-to-five just wasn’t doing it for you, and frankly, neither was trying to keep a low profile.

It just wasn’t who you were.

Still, you kept at it because you knew that you had to. This wasn’t about you, after all, this was about Bucky.

He’d had his entire life stolen from him, and you weren’t about to pretend you knew what that felt like. Being an international spy wasn’t easy work by any means but it was work that you’d chosen for yourself.

You couldn’t imagine having to build yourself up from scratch the way Bucky was now.

It had to feel like a losing battle all the time.

Not that he’d ever let you know it.

Bucky kept a brave face, going to therapy and repeating his rules under his breath like a prayer. He’d put everything into this, and you were part of the reason he’d been able to after all these years.

Losing Steve had nearly broken him, but even then, he had you to remind him that his best friend would have wanted him to live.

To really live.

What the two of you had been doing so far, it was surviving, and existing but it couldn’t be considered living by any means.

Living was exactly what you’d been doing lately.

Living was working a mediocre job that you couldn’t stand, and getting a paycheck at the end of the week. Living was going to a therapist every few days to work through years of trauma you’d been hiding from.

…but that wasn’t all.

Living was also waking up in a warm bed, safe and sound, beside the man you love as he drooled into his pillow, and going to your favorite little breakfast spot in your pajamas on a Sunday morning.

It was so much more than either of you had ever known, and sometimes you had to stop just to think about what a miracle it was that you and Bucky were getting to experience it together.

Sometimes.

On days like today though, you cursed the blonde for making you trade in your vast intel and handguns for a planner full of meetings and company brunches.

You hated those stupid brunches.

Almost as much as you hated the stupid pencil skirts you had to wear to work every day.

Tony had pulled some strings and got you a pretty good job as a secretary at one of the local veterans affairs offices, which was certainly nicer than any job you could have hoped to get with your limited work experience.

For that, you were grateful.

You just wished they didn’t require such a stupid dress code.

The fabric bunched up around your waist when you sat and never quite fell far enough down on your thighs to avoid needing constant adjusting. Not to mention the worst part of all, the buttons.

There were four of them in total, keeping the garment tight to your body.

It wasn’t altogether uncomfortable, because if it were you would have simply refused to wear it, but by time point in the day, you were antsy to get it off anyway.

You just wanted to put on a pair of comfy pants and melt into your bed for a few hours.

So, that’s exactly what you set off to do.

You dropped your bag on the ground by the door and didn’t stop on your path until you made it to your bedroom.

Never in your life had you expected something so menial would mean so much to you, but for some reason, it did.

You knew, of course, that was because the space you shared with Bucky was so much more than just four walls and a mattress but you didn’t want to think about it too much.

You didn’t want to think about all the nights you’d spent sleeping with one eye open, with a bag strapped to your back, ready to run at a moment's notice.

If you opened that can of worms, you’d just remind yourself of all those nights Bucky must have spent, a prisoner in his own mind, and a slave to men who tortured, mutilated and abandoned him.

Those things were in the past now.

They had to be.

“Long day?”

In your desperate mission to catch your breath from the haze of normal life, you had almost forgotten the man in question was home, back from his government mandated counseling.

Unlike you, Bucky had to go through a series of trivial things before he could get a job out in the public. After all, they had to make sure that he was mentally sound and wasn’t going to be a danger to the rest of the population.

It was unnecessary, in your mind, but you knew better than to argue.

Bucky may not have been dangerous but that didn’t mean seeing Dr. Raynor wasn’t good for him.

There was a lot going on in his head, and there was even more hidden away that he didn’t even realize was there in the first place.

There was no shame in getting some help sorting through it.

“You have no idea” you sighed, shedding away the weight of the day along with your blouse, dropping the garment onto the carpet without any care for where it landed.

You’d have to put it in the hamper eventually, but that was a problem for a different time. Right now, all you wanted to do was get out of this stupid outfit.

You had gotten so used to jumpsuits and spandex all this time that you almost forgot how horrible normal clothes felt against your skin.

“Try me” Bucky suggested, plopping down on your shared mattress, his own tired body relaxing into the comfort it offered after a few moments.

It had taken you both so long to get used to sleeping in a real bed, but now that you had, he wasn’t sure either of you would be able to go back.

You didn’t even know where to start.

Your boss had a hell of a lot of attitude, considering who he was talking to, and your coworkers couldn't have been more annoying.

“If I have to listen to one more person talk about picking their kids up from daycare or filing their taxes, I may lose it” you allowed, thinking back to all those painful conversations you hadn’t asked for.

It was ridiculous.

The two of you were just supposed to sit through things like this now, like it was normal? Because it wasn’t.

Not for you.

You had been trading information and doing what you had to do to survive all your life, and now, you were meant to care about making sure you picked up your dry-cleaning and carpooling with Sue on Tuesdays.

It just didn't sit right with you.

As you spoke, you got to work unbuttoning all the closures on your skirt, letting it join the rest of your clothes in a puddle on the floor.

There was a time when something like that, something so simple, would have brought a raging anxiety out of you, but not anymore.

By this point, you didn’t even think twice about undressing in front of Bucky. There was no room for insecurity in true love.

In fact, you welcomed it.

There were much more important things to be tackled in your lives than the rolls of your belly or the way your legs jiggle when you run.

“I mean, you won’t believe what some of these people worry about” you continued, not paying any mind to the man in front of you as you waited for some kind of reaction, fiddling with your stockings.

At the very least, you were expecting some kind of scoff from him in reply, but it never came.

Bucky didn’t say anything.

He didn’t comment on how frustrating that must have been or say anything about how hard adjusting to this new life had been for him so far.

Bucky didn’t say anything at all, because his attention was somewhere else entirely.

It was only once his silence became abundantly obvious to you that you took notice of the way he was looking at you, or more accurately, your stomach.

For some reason, he was staring, and in all honesty, it was making you a little uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” he hummed, his words little more than a concerned whisper at first as he surveyed your midsection.

Naturally, you thought he had lost his mind but following his gaze anyway, you drew your eyes downward until you saw exactly what it was he was talking about.

There, where your tights and the band of your skirt had been resting all day, was an indent in your skin, outlining every place the article had made contact with your body.

It was a fairly common occurrence for you, but Bucky looked as though something awful had happened to you, like you were in some kind of awful pain and you just didn’t realize it yet.

It almost made you laugh, and perhaps you would have if he didn’t look so worried for you.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you shrugged, rubbing your hands over the marks a few times fast as if that would just make them go away.

The contact made the irritated skin burn a little but you didn’t pay it any mind. This was something that happened to you frequently and the lines would go away on their own in a bit.

Not that the male in front of you was so easily convinced.

In fact, as soon as your hands touched your skin, he winced, expecting you to be in some kind of pain.

You would have expected a man who’d had an unorthodox prosthetic like his, which had been grafted into his flesh and constantly ached and got irritated would have known better, but he didn’t.

Where you were concerned, he couldn’t help himself.

“That stupid skirt just sits in the same spot all day, it’s not a big deal, Buck” you assured, hoping that he would accept that answer and move on.

Your body was littered with scars, just like his was, but for some reason, this was what was bothering him. It didn’t really make sense to you, as endearing as it was that he cared so much.

Still, Bucky couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He thought he knew everything about you.

The two of you were almost never apart, and he knew for a fact that he’d been more open and honest about who he was with you than anyone before.

Though, as familiar as Bucky was with your body, there was still quite a bit he was unaware of.

After all, he only went out with a few girls before and it wasn’t exactly like girls in the forties were showing off their every curve to him.

It was different.

Not to mention that he’d never been so close to someone as he was with you.

You had brought things out of him that he was sure had faded away with the man he used to be, but piece by piece, you were chipping away at what the world had forced him to become, and revealing the man he truly was.

It just didn’t seem like he could have missed something like this, after all the time he’d known you.

“So this is just a thing that happens, and you’ve never mentioned it before?” Bucky kept going, looking at you as if you’d sprouted a second head for a moment, finding himself in shock over this.

He couldn’t believe it.

“It’s not a big deal, it just comes with the territory” you repeated, plopping down on your mattress without any concern for jostling the man at your side.

It really wasn’t.

It was no different than when someone’s feet hurt after a long day on their feet. It was just a minor inconvenience that you had grown used to dealing with.

Not that Bucky was about to accept that.

By this point, he was even more disturbed than he’d been at first, assuming that you’d gotten hurt or something.

He couldn't understand why you’d just accept that this was happening to you.

“Does it hurt?” he continued, gingerly reaching out to try and soothe the skin himself, your soft middle giving way lightly beneath his fingers.

Again, you felt that slight burning sensation but it was much less now than before, already proving just how much it didn’t hurt.

You weren’t sure what it was about this that was bothering him so much but clearly, he was struggling with it, so you only really had one choice.

You explained it to him.

You explained that it didn’t hurt, but got uncomfortable sometimes if you kept the clothing on for too long. You told him that you had been dealing with it for most of your life, which was why it wasn’t a big deal.

Finally, you explained that as sweet as it was that he was worried about you, that he didn’t have to be.

You would be fine in a little while.

Still, even after Bucky had decided that he believed you and you were going to be fine, he insisted on keeping an eye on you until the indents faded away.

…and even after they’d left, he kept a close hold on you.

He kept his warm right hand pressed to the middle of your stomach, his head resting in the crook of your neck until you both fell asleep.

This might not have been where you expected your life to be at this point but you didn’t pay it any mind anyway.

You wouldn't have wanted to end your day any other way.

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Wishing you were here... 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (chatroom)

A/N: Hey guys! here’s the fourth installment. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think. Part 5 will be posted next monday! ps: if you want to be tagged, please inbox me directly!

Warnings: language, flirting, pet names, feels, nerves, angst

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The ride to Sarge’s apartment takes less time than you anticipated, but you’re not sure if it’s because he lives so close or if he’s speeding just so he can get there faster. 

He pulls into his parking space and is out of the car with your luggage in hand faster than you can even unbuckle and open the car door. 

He leads you inside the building and to an elevator, pressing a button for one of the highest floors. You can feel his eyes on your face every few seconds, as if he’s trying to gauge your reaction to everything that’s happening, but you try your best to keep your face composed.

Once inside his apartment, you feel some of your nerves from before resurfacing.

Sarge disappears for a few minutes to put your bag in the appropriate room, and you take the brief moment of solitude to take in and exhale a couple shuddering breaths. “You can do this. You’re fine.” Murmuring to yourself, you run a hand through your hair and close your eyes in an attempt to bring your heart rate down. 

You’re so caught up in your breathing that you don’t hear him come up behind you, and the feeling of his hand on your lower back makes you jump.

“Woah there. It’s just me, kitten.”

Opening your eyes slowly, you look up to meet his gaze for the second time that day. 

He exhales a sigh of relief as he smiles, left hand staying at your waist while his right comes to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Still weird, right?”

You nod, unintentionally nuzzling your face into his hand, but leaning into it when you realize how comforting the action really is. Your eyes shut once more and his thumb sweetly strokes your cheek while his fingers press a bit more firmly to the muscle in your back.

“C’mon..” He says after a few minutes, “Let’s sit down. We can watch a movie. Just hang out.”

You let him lead you to the couch, choosing to sit by the arm while he sat in the middle, but left plenty of space between the two of you, in case you didn’t want to practically cuddle him.

Closing the distance had already crossed your mind, but you decided to play it safe for now, staying on your own side of the furniture while he chose a comedy for you to watch.

Thirty minutes into the movie, and you can’t recall a moment where you couldn’t feel his gaze on your face. He’d shifted two or three times, before finally settling on putting his arm over the back of the couch, almost a silent invitation for you to snuggle into his chest.

You knew he wouldn’t ask you to, he made that very clear before you even arrived, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t something that you desperately wanted.

“Sarge..?” The name leaves your lips and he turns to you, grinning. “You can call me James. Or Bucky if you’d like.” 

“James or Bucky?” You repeat, smiling coyly in return.

He nods, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “James Buchanan Barnes is my full name. Most people just call me Bucky.” 

You hum at the idea of calling him anything other than Sarge, but decide to see how the name felt on your tongue. “Bucky.”

It only makes his smile grow.

Deciding it's time to be brave, you slowly move closer to him, ducking your body under his arm to rest your head over his heart, keeping your hands to yourself for the time being by wrapping them around your middle. He immediately notices how uncomfortable that seems and takes your hand in his, bringing it to rest on the open side of his chest, tracing your knuckles with his fingertips. His arm moves from the back of the couch and around your waist instead, securing your body against his with a content sigh.

You’ve never been more comfortable in your entire life.

He continues to trace mindless patterns over your fingers and the back of your hand, breathing deeply and slowly, almost as if he’s afraid of disturbing you. You find yourself gripping onto the fabric of his shirt and tucking your face into his neck to hide the evidence of your embarrassment - heat flooded cheeks and a shy smile. 

He chuckles and the vibration from it moves through your body, as well.

“You alright, kitten?” He wonders, squeezing your waist as if to reassure you that everything’s okay. 

You simply nod into his neck, which only makes him laugh again. “You gonna be all shy on me, now?”

He pokes and prods at your side some more, until he gets a small giggle as a response. 

“Donnnnn’t!” You protest, “I’m very ticklish.” 

His eyes brighten as his fingers continue dance along your ribs. “Oh? Are you really?”

He coaxes more laughter from you, causing you to squirm and writhe on the couch beside him. He seems to enjoy the fact that it’s bringing you closer to him, physically and in the sense of your comfortability.

Your laughter eventually dies down, but his hand stays securely at your side. Your face is buried in his neck once again, nose brushing over his pulse point with each slight movement your breathing causes. He rests his chin on the top of your head and and a hum sounds from deep in his chest.

“I’ve dreamt about it, y’know.. Holdin’ you like this..” He pauses and squeezes you a bit tighter, “Doesn’t quite compare to the real thing.” 

You smile against his skin, which he seems to notice and releases a chuckle. 

“You keep gettin’ shy on me, kitten. Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head, bringing your hand up to trace the bit of his collarbone that’s now peeking out of his shirt. You take note of how he stops your hand when your fingers dip below the fabric, towards his left shoulder.

“Now that you’re here.. now that this is really real.. I think there are some things I should tell you.” He brings your knuckles to his lips, brushing soft skin against even softer skin. 

You sit back from him slowly, studying his face, noticing that he can’t make eye contact with you. 

Your stomach drops immediately.

“You’re married, aren’t you?”

He meets your eyes and laughs loudly, shaking his head as he does so, “No, definitely not, it’s nothing like that, it.. it has to do with my job.”

You cock your head slightly and narrow your eyes, silently asking “what is it?”.

His hand is still clasped tightly around yours, his eyes trained on the intricate lines that surround your knuckles. It feels like decades pass before he speaks.

“You’ve heard of ‘The Avengers’, haven’t you? Captain America? Iron man?” His voice is quiet, and shakes with each word. 

You nod slowly. You’d seen the group of heroes on the news a handful of times over the past few years. You, and most everyone owe your lives to them after an otherworldly being turned half of the population to ash. 

“Yes, but..” your mouth goes dry mid sentence and you have to pause to clear your throat. “Do-Uh.. do you know them or something..?” 

A sad half-smile forms on his lips and he nods slightly. “Somethin’ like that..”

His hand gently slips from yours and he cracks his knuckles absentmindedly. “I-I’m part of their team, Kitten. I’m one of them. I’m.. they call me The Winter Soldier.. Well, they used to.. not too sure if that’s who I am, anymore..” 

Your mind goes completely blank for a whole ten seconds. All you can do is stare, and as the time passes, panic becomes more and more evident on Bucky’s face.

“You.. you.. what?” Is all you can manage to push past your teeth. 

“I’m an Avenger.. that’s why I was gone for so long. I was on a mission.” 

You’re not sure why, but the only reaction you have to his confession is laughter. Loud, manic laughter.

He watches you with concerned eyes. 

“Kitten?”

You shake your head, standing up from the couch in a haze, “This is a joke, right? You’re an Avenger? That’s the real reason you were gone?” You laugh again, drier this time, and shake your head.

He follows suit, standing up beside you with an exasperated expression. “Kitten, I’m being serious. Why would I lie about that?” 

You shrug, crossing your arms over your chest, “Maybe to hide the truth from me? Was there someone else?” 

He exhales a rough sigh, his left hand coming up to rake through his hair. This is the first time that you notice the glove, which his right hand lacks.

Cottonmouth suddenly returns and you can’t take your eyes off the appendage, remembering that itch you’d felt in the back of your mind earlier, the one that told you he looked familiar.

“You.. you’re..”  Not lying? Telling the truth? The fucking Winter Soldier? You’re not sure what you’re trying to say, but it just won’t come out. You know a weapon is shielded by the fabric of his glove, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little scared of that prospect. 

He follows your gaze to his hand and nods, staring at the fabric with sorrowful eyes.

“I am.”

The breath you let out is quick and violent, tears brimming your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort. “H-holy shit. I-uh.. wow.. That’s um.. unexpected.”

Air is entering and exiting your body in quick little pants, and you don’t realize that you’re nearly hyperventilating until Bucky takes a step forward and breaks you away from your thoughts.

“I-I need some air.. um..” Without realizing it, each step he takes towards you causes you to take one back. You can see the hurt in his gaze, but he nods anyway, only wanting to fix this - to make you as comfortable with him as you were ten minutes ago.

“We can go for a walk? I can open a window? Anything for you, Kitten.. Just tell me what I can do.” His voice is soft and it breaks your heart, knowing that you’ve hurt his.

You shake your head, opting for a different route, one that might get you a few moments alone to clear your head. “Um.. bathroom?”

You can read in his eyes that he doesn’t want to let you out of his sight, that he’s afraid you’re going to run, but he points you in the right direction anyway.

As soon as the door is closed behind you and you’re alone, you swear you hear his fist hit the dining room table.

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magic gets lost on sunday (steve x reader, bucky x reader) - masterlist

and in the dark, i tape stars to my ceiling

There is a chance that you are very much not okay right now. There is a chance that you may be very much not okay for a while yet. But when your heart hurts and the nights drag on, remember what a privilege it was for me to love you. And, one day, I hope someone else feels that too.

After the death of your husband, Steve, you’re left with an apartment bleeding with shared memories and a desperately shattering heart. Deliberately secluding yourself from your family and friends, your saviour turns up unexpectedly in the form of a treasure hunt of letters and Steve’s equally heartbroken best friend, James Buchanan Barnes. (roughly based off PS, I Love You).

pairing: steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader

genre: romance, ANGST ANGST ANGST

warnings: swearing, death, terminal illness

au: another WIP but yeah, i never write sad things, and this is going to be SAD. please don’t hate me too much.

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The Divinity of Notre Dame (II)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Medieval!AU)

Summary: All of the officials of Paris are in pursuit of the g*ps* Y/N. She finds a safe haven in an unlikely place where she encounters both the ominous archdeacon and the charming Captain of the Guard.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Use of the term “g*ps*”, more Womanizer!Bucky, Pierce being creepy, not a warning but the reader is a badass!, fluff ensues when the soldier and the g*ps* meet!, mention of religious things

*UPDATE* it has recently been brought to my attention that the word “g*ps*” is used as a slur, and that the people of the descent prefer to be referred to as Roma/Romani. i’m really sorry for not doing my research and just going off of the content of the movie/musical to help me with my writing.

A/N: wow! so soon! idk man, I just really wanted to write about these two meeting :) and happy birthday to the loml, a one mr. james buchanan barnes! i swear, that man owns my ass heart <33

Part I

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Y/N tiredly rested her head against the doors of Notre Dame, doors she had never been through before. The first thing she noticed as she walked in the cathedral was the light. She stopped and beheld all the beauty, like a beggar receiving an alms. Each window, pillar, and arch seemed to fill her with the light of Notre Dame. The light that shone through the immaculate rose window. Y/N felt at peace, safe for once in her life. A calming feeling settled in her subconscious, compelling her to close her eyes as she basked in the light. Though, her serenity was short lived as the archdeacon’s voice pierced through her ears.

“So a g*ps* dares to enter this holy place,” he said. Y/N’s eyes snapped open with a sense of alarm, pushing her to get as far away from that voice as she could. Y/N felt panic creep its way through her mind and morphing her expression. She wouldn’t let it. She wouldn’t let him see her fear.

“Why shouldn’t I? The cathedral is open to the public,” Y/N replied, masking her vulnerability with confidence.

“Because your kind isn’t allowed here,” the Judge snapped back.

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. “Why do you hate us so much? What did we ever do to you?”

The g*ps*’s words struck a chord in Pierce’s mind. Her words brought him back to the moment where his brother lied, as a cold lifeless body, in the archdeacon’s arms. And all because he decided to run away with...Sarah. “Your kind has done more than you know. What are you doing here?”

The girl put her shoulders back as she spoke to him, just as she had earlier in the town square where she publicly defied him. “I came here looking for the bellringer. Someone had to help him.”

“That boy doesn’t need your help,” Pierce retorted. “He is my responsibility. God loves even a monster.”

A look of distaste washed over the g*ps*’s face. “That boy is no less human than the rest of us!”

“Well some of us are less human in the moral sense.”

Y/N scoffed, the Judge was so close-minded not even a guillotine could cut through it. “Do you mean me?”

Pierce grew more agitated and defensive. “You dance in public without shame.”

“I dance because I enjoy it! Others...enjoy it too.” Y/N interrupted.

“You use your beauty to mesmerize.”

“My beauty is none of your concern. It is mine to utilize it as I please,” she shot back.

“It is a beauty given to you by God. A God who certainly did not intend you to use it in such a...licentious way,” spat Pierce as he turned, back facing the girl.

The way he said that word...licentious. It disturbed her. She didn’t want to keep arguing with Pierce, acting like this was the reason why their world was still plagued with so much conflict. Y/N took it upon herself to be the bigger person, to propose a compromise. If only she could get him to see…

“Your Grace,” she began. “There must be...some charity within you. If you were willing to help the bellringer, then surely you can extend that kindness to others...almost as unfortunate.”

The archdeacon still did not face her. Y/N had to push harder.

She sighed. “How you would wish others to treat you, could you not treat them?”

That seemed to do it. The Judge waveringly looked over his shoulder to look at her. He spoke his words with hesitation, “Our Lord Jesus said...something very similar.” Just then, the bells rang through the cathedral, signaling the beginning of the midday mass.

“Midday mass is starting. I must go,” the archdeacon said with his head down, trying to escape the g*ps*’s presence. He hesitated for a moment before turning to her saying, “My child, though you people are lost, there could be something in you that can be saved. Stay. Perhaps you will see the meaning of true beauty.” With that, he left. Y/N was now alone to her own devices. She was met again with the grand divinity before in the form of the cathedral.

As a young girl, Y/N had not been in touch with the Savior everyone around her seemed so close to. Judge Pierce was already named archdeacon during her childhood and under him, gypsies were shunned from the church. She never got the chance to seek comfort through prayer, despite having a curiosity towards it. She watched those lining the pews before her, nobles decked in neat clothing, and decided to join them, indulging her interest. She knelt, brought her hands together and whispered:

“I don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there. I don't know if you would listen to a g*ps*’s prayer. Yes, I know I'm just an outcast, I shouldn't speak to you. Still, I see your face and wonder, were you once an outcast too? God help the outcasts, or nobody will.”

Y/N didn’t know what it was, but something had changed in the atmosphere, allowing her to hear what those surrounding her were praying for as well.

“I ask for wealth.” “I ask for fame.” “I ask for glory to shine on my name.”

Y/N didn’t hold anything against those in her company. Everyone had the right to their own desires and hopes. If they asked to be indulged with more materialism than they were already exposed to, she wouldn’t fault them for that. However, that’s not what Y/N wanted. She didn’t care about being blessed with all the riches available to humankind; she could care less about drowning in the world’s finest jewelry. In fact, she didn’t really think about asking for anything. She could get by with what she had, despite it really not being that much. But Y/N knew that there were people living around her with nothing. All she really desired was having those less fortunate than her cared for; blessed. Were they not all children of God?

As Y/N finished her prayer, she heard shuffling and whispering from behind her. She recognized the voice belonging to that of the Captain, the one who attempted to carry out her arrest earlier that day.

Bucky and Sam had been searching for the g*ps* girl for what seemed like hours. They were surprised to find her praying in a church. Bucky gestured Sam towards the exit. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.”

Bucky proceeded to greet the girl with caution. “I...thought you disappeared into a puff of smoke.”

Y/N was suspicious of the Captain, unclear of where his loyalties lie. She noticed his hesitation in carrying out the orders given to him by the archdeacon. Still, that was no reason to trust him. She pulled out the knife from under her skirt and concealed it by keeping it low. “Don’t believe everything you see.”

Y/N rose from her kneeling position on the pew. Bucky approached her to halt her escape. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

The g*ps* girl could hear the Captain’s breaths behind her. She backed up and turned around to face him, just in time to hold her dagger to his throat. He held up his hands in surrender.

“Oh, easy! I just shaved this morning,” he said in an attempt to charm her and buy himself enough time to free himself from her knife’s hold.

“Oh really?” She asked, humoring him, his remark clearly not working. “You missed a spot,” she said adding a little more pressure to her knife against his skin.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Just give me a chance to apologize,” said Bucky.

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. “For what?”

“This.” Bucky knocked the dagger out of her hand by striking her wrist and he shoved her, forcing her to the ground.

A fire burned behind her eyes as she spat, “You sneaky son of a–”

“Hey, watch it. We’re in a church,” he quipped with a smirk.

She rested a hand on her hip, replying sassily, “Are you always this charming or am I just lucky?” She ended her phrase with a slight laugh. 

Well, damn him, if that wasn’t the most melodious thing Bucky had ever heard. But he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted, he was assigned to take her into custody (despite not wanting to). He wasn’t about to let the sound of her voice be the reason he was kicked off the Cathedral Guard. That excuse wouldn’t hold up well in his defense. Unless...he could use the fact that he was in the church with her as his defense. She was protected by the law of sanctuary.

His moment of hesitation bought the girl just enough time to grab the tall candelabra by her side and swing it at him. Bucky regained attention to the situation just in time for him to block her blow with his sword. That wasn’t all she had up her sleeve though. She took another chance to strike him with the other end of the candlelight, but he was still fast enough to defend himself.

“I’m impressed. You fight almost as well as a man,” he noted.

That evoked another laugh from her. Dammit, she’s making this way harder than it needs to be, thought Bucky.

“Funny,” the girl began. “I was gonna say the same thing about you.” With her last word, she forced the candlelight to hit Bucky’s side, the power pushing him back.

“That’s hitting it a little below the belt, don’t you think?” he asked.

“No,” she said with a smile. “This is.” With that, she struck him between the legs, sending him to the floor with a groan.

“Touché,” he let out, pain evident in his voice. After composing himself, Bucky decided to go about the situation in a more civil matter.

“Permit me,” he offered his hand to the girl. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky. The rest of the ladies do.”

The girl remained defensive in her stance but her expression was passive. She rolled her eyes.

“And you are?” Bucky asked, trying to hear more of her voice. He wanted to put a name to the most gorgeous face he had seen. God knows her name could only be as beautiful as she looked.

“Is this an interrogation?” She quipped. Not exactly what he was hoping for...but it would do.

“I believe it’s called an introduction,” he said as he withdrew his sword back to its holder.

“You’re not arresting me?” She questioned with confusion on her face.

“Not as long as you’re in here, I can’t.”

The girl seemed to relax at that. “You’re not at all like the other soldiers.”

Bucky bowed his head in acknowledgment. “Why thank you.”

The g*ps* set the candelabra down and hesitantly walked toward him. “If you’re not here to arrest me, what do you want?”

She wasn’t close enough. Bucky stepped nearer. “I’d settle for your name.”

The end of her lips tugged up a bit at that. “Y/N,” she said.

Beautiful, Bucky thought. “I thought you were called La Esmeralda.”

“Oh, that’s just a stage name. The girl who dances for money isn’t really me, so I didn’t want to give her my name.”

Bucky’s curiosity peaked. “So who are you, really? If not the girl who loves to dance?”

“Oh I love to dance alright,” Y/N began. “But not for the reasons one would think. It makes me happy and I know it does the same for others. I do it to bring smiles to people’s faces; to bring small moments of joy in an ocean of memories of suffering.”

If Bucky wasn’t convinced of his infatuation for her then, he was now. He stepped even nearer, the desire to be closer to her overwhelming him. Not only did she appear as a work of art, sculpted by Donatello himself, but it seemed her heart and soul had been crafted by God as well. Just then, the sound of a thump, perhaps something being knocked over echoed from above them. That snapped the soldier and the g*ps* out of their reverie. Y/N turned away from and Bucky and toward the sound.

He tried to grab a hold of her wrist to keep her with him just a moment longer. “Where are you going?”

She looked back at the Captain with a determined look on her face. “To see that boy.”

Bucky shook his head. “B-But you can’t.” He didn’t really have a reason for her, he just didn’t want her to leave. He felt...something whenever they were in the same company. Something...different. A good different.

“Of course I can,” she said with a smirk lingering on her red lips. “You just can’t say anything.”

At that, she bolted in the direction at which the thump came from. She called out to the bellringer but was met with no response. Bucky followed the sound of her footsteps with his ears as she moved through the upper levels of the cathedral.

Just like that, she was out of his grasp again; leaving him to anticipate their next meeting.

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“It’s Complicated”

Anon request - Hey love! I don’t know if you’re requests are open but I was wondering if you could do a reader insert with either Bucky or Steve where the reader is just a normal person/ doesn’t know the avengers and is completely oblivious and always seems to find herself in trouble. (Like in the middle of Hydra business or alien business) and Steve/Bucky notices every time. At first they think she might be like a bad guy but soon realises they just have bad luck. I’m sorry if this sucks. Love your writing!

Summary: You lead the most normal life on planet earth, completely oblivious to the world of Avenging that rages around you until you are suddenly thrust into the Winter Soldier and an unexpected photo, and now you are the center of a plot that you don’t even want to be a part of.

A/N: (yay I wrote a Bucky fic lol) Kind of going off a request here. decided to make it a series! But yeah, this idea popped into my head and I’m fucking running with it I guess. I hope you guys like it, drop me some feedback, I love it! (ps I know I have a lot of fics in the air, I promise they will allll get completed!)

Characters: Avengers!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: None

Chapters - |Fucking Avengers|

Bright morning sunlight streams through the massive glass windows of the rather extravagantly large office. The air smells like lilies and lavender, and just a hit of something sterile. She walked into the office and sweeps her gaze across the pristine room, slightly pulling a face at how OCD the entire office looked. It reminded her of the Red Room, disdainfully so. Behind her, almost stumbling into her, is her clumsy, nervous compatriot. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes or rather The winter Soldier as he is more commonly known as in this decade.

She glances back at him, he is nervous and irritable, he hates social visits. Actually he hates going out in public in general when it’s not for the purpose of saving someone's ass. He looks devilishly handsome dressed in all black, with a baseball cap pulled low, which no matter how many times she said was not professional he refused to take off.

“James.” Natasha said softly, as he stumbled again, nearly knocking over a nearby vase. “Can you get your shit together.”

He throws her a look, and grumbles unintelligibly under his breath at her. “Just let me do all the talking okay?” She said to him, as her face transformed into a beautiful soft smile, it always amazed him how Natasha was able to shift her visage from cold and calculating into a meek, pretty woman, as if she couldn't cut a man’s jugular with one finger.

Behind the desk sat a wealthy looking gentleman, Will Crawford, who nervously swallowed when he saw the Black Widow and The Winter Soldier walk into his office. He knew what this was about but that didn’t make him any less nervous. He knew their reputations, and just the sheer size of the Winter Soldier and the scowl on his face made him sweat slightly.

“Mr Crawford.” Natasha said in a velvety voice, shaking his extended hand. The smile on her face was to put it simply, stunning.

“Ah Miss Romanoff, I am so glad you’re here.” Will Crawford said, trying to calm his nerves, his gaze flits to the Winter Soldier for a second then back to the stunning Natasha Romanoff.

“Thank you for calling us.” She said, “This is Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier.” she introduces Bucky.

“Mr Barnes.” Will shook his hand, again his gaze travelling across Bucky’s visage. He swallows as he takes it in. He is formidable, the man hasn’t even opened his mouth yet but Will feels the commanding respect that he exudes.

“So tell us why we were here, Will.” Natasha said, taking a seat in front of the desk. Bucky opts to stand near the massive glass windows. He hates this office, it’s too clean, too sterile, it reminds him of a lab in Siberia where he was experimented on and the sterile tang in the air irritated his senses. He leans against the wall, arms crossed as he takes in Will Crawford, he isn’t bad looking at all, he is handsome, tall built well. But there is obviously something off about him and Bucky immediately picks that up. He can’t place his finger on it yet, but he will eventually.

Will Crawford looks like the typical rich asshole, he even talks like one. Bucky mused, as he listened to him tell Natasha why he had called them here.

“It started a few weeks ago, at first we weren’t sure what it was, after all this intel is all Shields but then we realized it after datamining the files what the encryptions were.” Will said, handing Natasha a file, she takes it and looks over it for a moment then snaps it shut.

“How long have you been running codes to break these encryptions?” She asked,

“About four days, and now I am pretty sure this is Hydra’s doing but someone is leaking information on the entire operation. There are a lot of agents whose cover is going to be blown. Fury is going to kill me if he finds out, so please tell me you can help me?” Will said, looking between Bucky and Natasha.

Natasha looks at Bucky, he is leaning against the wall. With a thoughtful expression on his face, he still looked like he was going to murder someone though. “James?” She says,

Bucky sighs and pushes himself off the wall. He walks over and takes the file from her. “This is a fucking mess and now I have to clean it up right?” He said, dryly at Will.

“Uhh..” Was all Will Crawford could muster, and he looks at Natasha for help.

“We’ll fix this, but seriously Will, get your shit together.” Natasha said, standing up and smoothing down the front of her shirt.

Will nods and thanks them both profusely. Bucky doesn’t stop to listen to the ma’s annoying voice any longer. He stalks out of the office, Natasha falling into step beside him.

“You could be less menacing sometimes, you know.” Natasha said with a soft laugh as they walked through the office. Everyone around them throwing glances at them, they looked like they were here to fuck some shit up.

“I could, but I don’t want to” Bucky shrugged, he hid his smirk. He enjoyed people being afraid of him sometimes, it was funny.  Natasha shakes her head and scans the hallway they walk down, as always both of them on high alert, they couldn't help it they were  former assassins.

“Mother fucker!” You mumbled under your breath, trying to balance all the items you had in your hand as you stepped off the elevator. You were late, so so late but at this point you didn't care. You just needed to get to your office without being interrupted by anyone because the crap load of stuff you carried was about 0.2 seconds away from falling out of your hands.

You weren’t expecting it when you rounded the corner, but you narrowly missed bumping into a hulking figure that rounded the corner. The camera you carried slipped and you gasped as you watched it fall to the floor, a shiny metal hand suddenly grabbed it and you, startling you.

“Watch where you’re going asshole!” You exclaimed, as the strong arm steadied you and your many items.

There is a derisive snort that comes from the direction of the person who bumped into you, your gaze shifts and you looked up at the person, and you were met with a pair of fantastically blue amused eyes. He is handsome, face partly obscured by the ridiculous black baseball cap he wore. You are slightly taken aback by him for a moment before you recovered and scowled at him.

“Your camera Ma’am.” He says, handing it back to you. You snatch it from him and sling it over your shoulder once more. “Be careful.” he winks at you and then continues on his way with his stunning redheaded companion before you could answer.

You look at them as they step on the elevator for a moment, wondering why they looked familiar then shake your head. Brushing off your annoyance, you continued to your office, you had a shit ton to do today.

As you take a seat at your desk, the phone rings in your office and you sighed. One moment, that was all you wanted, one moment to get your bearings before everyone dumped their shit on you for the day.

“Hello?” You answered tiredly.

“Y/N! Where are you? You were supposed to meet Will fifteen minutes ago!” The voice on the other end of the line almost screeched at you.

“Fuck, Lara, I’m on my way, fuck!” You cursed and shot out of your chair, grabbing your laptop and camera bag as you did so. You practically ran through the office, into the elevator and nearly crashed through Will Crawford's office door.

“Oh look, it’s my least punctual photojournalist.” He sighed,

“Fuck sorry Will, I lost track of time.” You sighed and dropped into the chair in front of him, trying to catch you breath.

“You need to do more cardio.” He said raising an eyebrow at you.

“Can we just do this?” You replied, rolling your eyes at him and placing your laptop on the ridiculous glass desk he sat behind.

Will Crawford, probably your oldest and only friend. He had started his own company, funded by a private benefactor and poached you for your journalistic skills but mostly because no one he knew could work a camera like you did.

“What do you have for the week?” He asked,

“So I have to go to that senate dinner hosted by Senator Stern, there’s a story there that Lara is working on. I’m going as press I guess.” You said, swiping through your calendar for him to see. “Tomorrow I have that Stark relief foundation event, and there’s various other places I am shooting for the cover.”

“Who is on the cover?” Will asked.

“Tony Stark.” You sighed, that was going to be a draining shoot. You had never met the eccentric billionaire before but from the extravagant parties he hosted and the dramatic scenes me made in his Iron Man suit you could only imagine what he was like in person.

“Right,” Will cleared his throat, “Leave the photos you have on my desk, and we can go over the rest of the itinerary later. For now, I might have something that will interest you.” he gave you a smirk.

You looked up at him, curiously. “What is it?”

“I met the Black Widow and the Winter Soldier, this morning.” Will said.

“What, why?” You asked baffled, of course you knew who they were, you had bumped into them a few minutes ago near the elevator. everyone in New York knew who they were. They called themselves the Avengers, a stupid name really. The various news articles about them, were never really good or if they were they were all centered around S.H.I.E.L.D’s golden boy Captain America. You always turned down assignments involving them, they tended to work on your nerves with all their heroics and good graces.

“I’ll tell you later, it’s complicated. But man, you should see the Winter Soldier, he would photograph so good on the cover of the magazine.” Will said.

“No.” You immediately replied.

“I haven’t finished yet.” Will sighed.

“No, I know where this is going and no.” You shook your head vehemently.

“One photo, that’s it.” Will tried to bargain.

“No!” You exclaimed,

“As your friend I am understanding your journalistic integrity but as you boss I am going to have to insist.” Will said, leaning back in his chair.

“Well as you employee I politely decline and as you friend I am telling you to go fuck yourself.” You retorted, picking up your laptop and camera, getting ready to leave.

“Just think it over.” Will said, grinning at you. He knew you could never say no to him, and you would eventually give in. You sighed deeply and flipped him off before walking out of his office and back to yours.

Bucky pulls open the corked bottle of Asgardian liquor with his teeth, and takes a seriously long drink from it. He savors the sharp tangy taste of the alcohol, It’s the only thing around this shitty tower that will give him a buzz, a long day of tedious tasks he finally has a moment himself. He sets the bottle down in front of him, and a crystal glass and leans his arms against the counter, gazing down at the open file on the tablet screen before him.

He scrolls through the various bits of information he is required to memorize for this task. It’s a menial task to him, given to them by Will Crawford. Find the mole in his little company who is contracted to be Shield’s data center. Clearly his security isn’t as great as he advertised to the team because how the hell does he have a leak.

Bucky sighed and picked up the bottle again, taking another sip. The darkness of the tower was exactly what he needed, it was well past midnight and everyone had either gone home or to sleep.

He is making notes as he reads through the information provided, its a menial task but it helps settle his mind. The liquor helps that too as he feels a slight buzz from it, once he is done making notes he reads through it. Again and again, seeing if he can pick up any clues on where to start.

These files are all S.H.I.E.L.D.s, data dating back from when he was back in the army, the files being investigated were those of Steve’s way back in the forties and his as well. There were a few files of Natasha’s, and various other agents. He was trying to pick up the connection.

He absentmindedly rubs his chin as he furrows his brow at the information before him. What is he missing. Bucky starts at the beginning of the files again and pours himself another drink. Swallowing another mouthful of the liquor, he sighs and pushes himself off the counter. He isn’t going to get anything done, he had other things on his mind.

7:28 - Wednesday

You tiredly rubbed your eyes with the palm of you hand, groaning when you realized you were wearing mascara and probably looked like a raccoon now. You glance up at the clock and immediately jump to you feet. You were late, again.

Pulling on your sneakers as fast  as you can, grabbing various items off the counter, keys, laptop, camera, flash drives and stuffing them all into your back pack. You stumbled across the hallway almost dropping your five thousand dollar camera and yanked open the front door to your apartment, rushing out and forgetting to lock it behind you.

You blow past your neighbor, as you always do. All he ever catches a glimpse of it your figure hustling passed him without so much as a second glance. As soon as your sneakers hit the sidewalk, you are running again, weaving through the crowds of morning commuters, all going to work.

Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket and you slow down to fish it out, answering it quickly. “Hello?” you said slightly breathlessly into the receiver.

“Morning Miss Y/L/N, I have Will Crawford on the line for you.” it was his assistant. You sighed, Will could just call you himself you had no idea why he always made his secretary call  you. But then your mind wanders to his secretary and how she looked like she’d walked out of a magazine cover and it made sense to you.

“Hi Will.” You sighed,

“Morning Sunshine, listen I know you have a busy day but I have a quick proposition for you.’ He said, way too cheerfully for this hour of the morning.

“Will, if this has something to do with that Winter Soldier guy, I am not fucking interested.” You said.

“Hear me out.” Will chided.

“Later, now I have to go collect footage from the New-York Historical Society for that Stark event, that YOU assigned me too. Goodbye Will.” You didn’t wait for him to finish, before you hung up. Continuing your urgent dash down the street, till you hit the subway.

A quick subway ride later, you stepped off the platform and back out onto the streets of Manhattan. It was a sunny day out, the air is warm yet the breeze is cool. You adjust your sunglasses on your face  and pull your NY Knicks baseball cap on and begin your walk to the New York Historical Society building. As you walk through the streets, you pull out your camera and snap random pictures. It was one of your favorite past times, snapping candid pictures.

Focusing the lens up at the massive gleaming tower on Park Avenue, you pause for a moment and look up at it. The massive A on the front of it gave it away instantly, the stark tower or rather the Avengers headquarters now.

It was a beautiful building, you marvelled at the reflective glass, the insane jet hangar, and the massive blue A, raising your camera to it again, you snapped a few photos of it from different angles and with different settings. Before you continued your trip to your desired destination.

A few feet away, unbeknownst to you, Bucky stood with a frown on his face, leaning against the wall, blackout sunglasses on, baseball cap pulled low. He watches you lift your camera and take pictures of the tower, he knows there are fans of the Avengers, Steve and Sam dealt with them all the time but you seemed different. It looked too calculated and professional to just be a fan, plus the camera you held was an expensive looking piece of equipment.

Making a mental note of it, Bucky notes your movements as you walk away. He watches the way you walk, the way you nod your head to the music in your headphones, each movement of you lifting your camera up to take another photo. He can’t see your face properly beneath the glasses and baseball cap but he makes a note of you.

Bucky pushes himself off the wall when he sees Steve approaching, his friend mirrored his visage. Sunglasses, baseball cap, only dressed in a lot less black than Bucky was. Steve wordlessly hands him a coffee and the two of them begin their walk back to the tower.

The scent of a library was truly one of the smells that always raised your spirits. No matter what was going on in your life, being inside a library always was a great way to ease your mind and forget your problems.

You stepped into the New York Historical Society library, and are immediately greeted by the warm smell of coffee and books. Slinging your camera around your neck you make your way to the front desk, making a mental note to get a cup of coffee before you left.

“Hi.” The cheerful librarian with the name tag of Ari, greeted you when she saw you approach. “How can I be of assistance?”

“Hi Ari” You smiled at her, “I am here to pick up some archived footage for the Stark Relief Foundation Event?” You said.

She paused for a moment hesitating, her smile faltering. “I can show you my ID if you need?” You added, reaching into your bag and pulling out your press ID. The girl visibly relaxed when she sees your identification, and she smiles again.

“Sure, you can have a seat, I’ll go and get the curator for you.” She said gesturing to the many library tables.

“Thanks.” You said, and watched her scurry away.

While she went off to find the man in charge, you browsed through the shelves. Picking random titles and flipping through them, reading a few sentences here and there. You look around the library, the warm glow of the morning sun is cast through the entire room, the massive bookshelves shadowing it in various places. You could see the dust motes swirl in the air, and the people around you all engrossed in some book or the other.

A group of college students, pouring over their textbooks. A elderly man reading a newspaper, a young couple, holding hands each reading a novel of their choice, children quietly colouring. You look over all of them and pull out your camera, it’s such a picture perfect moment.

A few moments later, the librarian appeared with an elderly gentleman who introduced himself as Carlton, he led you through the library to the archives, where you waited a few minutes as he got the footage you were looking for.

“Here you go.” He said, handing you the brown cardboard box.

“Thank you.” You said to him, taking the box from him and saying goodbye before you walked out of the library with your new items. You looked down and read the label on the box.

Captain America and the Howling Commandos - 1943-1945

You had no idea what the footage was but it was requested by one of the members of the Stark relief foundation and Will being one of the board members of the New York Historical Society, was able to get it and get you the project.

Making your way through Midtown Manhattan with your now valuable items, you paused as walked passed a bakery, you couldn't resist the freshly baked croissants and various other items. Having a quick internal debate with yourself, you glanced at your watch and then quickly ordered a coffee.

As you’re making your way across the street, there is a sudden shout and two men blow passed you, clearly on the run from something and almost knocking you over. You yelped and dropped your coffee, instead opting to save the box in your hand and your camera.

“Coming  through!” A voice called out, suddenly there are two rather large men barreling towards you and you freeze up. They’re going to hit you, you recognize them. Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes are sprinting down the sidewalk, Sam easily side steps you giving you a quick smile as he does. “Avengers business.” He says as he blows passed you.

But your luck runs out as you try to dodge the Winter Soldier, he accidentally shoulders you and the force with which he hits you sends you flat on your ass. You dropped your box and your camera on to the concrete and your heart drops.

“Fuck, sorry!” He skids to a halt, and immediately gathers up your items. He gives you a look, and then hauls you to your feet.

“What the fuck man!” You exclaimed angrily, shoving his hands off you.

“Sorry Ma’am, Avengers business!” He said hurriedly shoving the box and your camera into your hands, and started after Falcon, but Bucky jogs backwards, nimbly dodging people, he gives you one last smile and a wink and then turns around and sprints after his companion.

“Fucking Avengers.” You grumbled under your breath as brushed the dirt off your pants and pulled your baseball cap on properly. Adjusting the box in your hand, you flip your camera over a few times to make sure it’s okay and almost wailed with sorrow when you see the lens is cracked.

“No no no no no!” You exclaimed angrily, passersby staring at you like you were crazy as you stomped your feet angrily on the concrete. The fucking Avengers would be getting the bill for your new camera, considering this one costed as much as your rent for 6 months.

With angry determination, you stormed off in the direction of the Avengers tower.

Bucky and Sam walked back into the tower, after chasing the recruits half way across the city. It was always fun to make the young bastards run until their lungs gave up. Bucky did feel bad for almost running you over.

Seeing you twice in one day did seem a little coincidental though. He made a mental note to find out your name at some point and who you were. But that was a problem for later.

He walks up the stairs and sees one of the interns nervously scurrying towards him, she has a scared look on her face. “Uh, uh Mr Barnes.” She stutters.

“What?” Bucky snaps, he could have been nicer but he knew he was an ass, and he had a reputation to keep up.

“Uh- T-this was left for you by reception.” She hands Bucky the box and he frowns.

“By who?” Bucky asked, taking the package from the intern, the contents rattle slightly.

“I don’t know, some woman.” She said.

Bucky frowned at her, “So you’re telling me you accepted a package from a total stranger and are now walking it through the Avengers tower?” He said, his voice clipped and annoyed.

“I ah...I’m so sorry, I-I-I.” She stuttered over her words more until Sam came to her rescue,

“You’re dismissed, go find Captain Rogers and tell him we’re back.” Sam said, giving her a quick smile, then he turns to Bucky with a frown. “You could be nicer man.” He punches Bucky on the shoulder.

“No.” Was all Bucky said before he strode off with the package tucked under his arm. Walking into the kitchen he places it on the counter before opening the box. Inside was an expensive looking camera, it was cracked and a little dented and there was a note attached to it.

‘To Sergeant Winter Soldier Barnes. Or whatever the fuck they call you.

You owe me a camera, thanks for breaking mine fucker. I will expect it to be delivered to the offices of Will Crawford by tomorrow. Xxx Girl whose camera you broke today on the street.

PS: You fucking suck at your job.’

Bucky reads the note once, twice and then sets it down, he can’t help the low chuckle that escapes his lips. Whoever she was, she was brave enough to take on the Winter Soldier, or even leave a message like that for him. And he couldn’t help but become entirely curiouser and curiouser about her.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader | Part 12

Summary: You and your best friend have been property of Hydra since you were children. You disappeared during WWII and were never seen again.

James Buchanan Barnes is struggling. He can’t tell the difference between memory and dreams. The counselor tells him you aren’t real. He’d do anything to prove her wrong.

Parts: Introduction  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11

Fic Type: Bucky Barnes x Reader Series

Warnings: language

Author’s Note: I’m proud to announce the final installment of Project Elemental. I would like to thank all my followers and readers for sticking through my inconsistent updating, typos, grammar mistakes, and plot holes. Love you guys!

PS: This series will be available on Wattpad soon. (I’ll post a link when I make a masterlist.)

PPS: I need a cover for the Wattpad edition of this book, please message me if you can help. 

***six months later***

Both Y/N and F/N began to adjust to living in outside of a Hydra compound. They spent most of their time outside, a luxury they hadn’t been granted since they were children. Most of their waking hours were spent learning and relearning things. Time hadn’t stopped, and they were frantically trying to catch up on the years they missed while in isolation.

Steve and F/N began to get to know each other better, this time as adults. Bucky, Y/N, and the other Avengers secretly had bets on how long it would take for them to become a couple. Meanwhile, Bucky and Y/N quickly became just as close as they were years ago, and their bond was strengthened by shared trauma.

Speaking of shared trauma, government-mandated therapy sessions quickly became enforced. Mainly by Tony, as he didn’t want his multi-billion dollar building torched to ashes because someone had a nightmare. Having four very dangerous, very old, ex-Hydra super soldiers in your house is enough to make anyone wary of natural (and unnatural) disasters.

It was a warm summer day, and no one really wanted to be stuck in a shrink’s office, but the threat of Tony changing the wifi password was too great. And so there they were, four highly dangerous humans crammed on a fake leather couch sitting in front of a very pretentious woman.

Bucky sat on the far left, head propped up on his hand as the shrink rambled on about introductions and this thing and that and psychoanalysis. Y/N was nestled next to him, and her hand was intertwined with his. On the other side of Rhyan, Steve Rogers sat ramrod straight, actually paying attention to what the counselor was saying. F/N was last, and she was laying on her back, bored to death. Her head was in Steve’s lap, and her legs were dangling over the armrest. All four were agitated at having to sit (or lay) in one place for so long.

“So, Mr. Barnes, the girls were real after all?”

Bucky gripped an armrest of the leather couch. “Yes.” He hated that therapist so much. He had been avoiding her for quite a while, but somehow Tony had wrestled him back into her stupid ass office.

“About as real as that PhD you’ve got there.” Y/N gestured to the piece of paper on the wall. “Though I’m seriously questioning its validity… So feel free to keep thinking we’re an elaborate illusion.” She said dryly.

Bucky and F/N both snorted, while Steve rolled his eyes.

“As I’m sure you know, Mr. Stark has scheduled this session to help you all adapt to life in the twenty-first century, as well as learning how to interact with one another and with others.”

“You mean couples therapy.” Steve said candidly.

“How come we’re in couples therapy when Tony is the one who can’t pull his shit together with Pepper?” F/N asked.

Rhyan reached up and pecked Bucky on the cheek. “Darling, I think we need to schedule an appointment for our friends…”

F/N, who was quite smitten with technology, was already scrolling through the smartphone Tony had provided her. “Let’s see… Oh! There’s a lady in Queens who specializes in couples therapy! I’ll text Pepper…”

“Hey, what’s for dinner tonight?” Steve asked.

The therapist tried to interrupt. “So how is your exploration of pop culture changing your perspective on-”

“Natasha wants us to try something called sushi.” Y/N replied, ignoring the shrink.

Bucky grunted. “I hate sushi. Give me a cooked fish any day.”

Y/N frowned. “I think it’s always good to try something new.”

“Yes!” The therapist smiled tersely. “And how are you feeling about so many changes-”

“Not when it’s raw fish.” Bucky crossed his arm.

“Try it again, maybe you’ll like it.” F/N pointed out.

“I have.” Bucky made a face. “And it was just as shitty the second time.”

Steve shrugged. “Third time’s the charm!”

“NOT WHEN IT COMES TO RAW FISH JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING HAMBURGER.”

The therapist put her head in her hands. “Mr. Stark doesn’t pay me enough for this.”

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