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buckyalpine · 4 months

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40's baby Bucky & baby Reader, Present Bucky x Reader, all the flufff, a lil angst but it just adds to the fluff, promise

Bucky sat under the tree with a very prominent pout on his chubby face, his arms crossed against his chest with his brows pulled together. He wasn't happy. Not one bit. Not after his favorite ball was kicked over a fence by the other neighborhood boys.

"Bucky, do you want to play with me?" You toddled over to your best friend hoping to lift his spirits after seeing him so grumpy only to be met with a huff.

"No! Go play with Stevie instead. Leave me alone!" He frowned, brushing you off and turning his back at you to sulk facing the tree instead.

"But-

"I don't want to play with you" Bucky grumbled. Your bottom lip wobbled, dropping your shoulders as you walked off and sat by yourself under some shade on your porch. You didn't have many friends being the youngest and only little girl on your street; Bucky and Steve being the only two who included you in their games.

"Bucky's mean" You picked up one of your dolls, setting her up beside you while you toyed with a wild flowers, doing your best to keep from sniffling after he shooed you away. You knew he was upset but you wanted to make him feel better!

Of course it didn't take long for Bucky to feel bad, peeking over to see your fallen face sitting all alone on the steps of your house, eyes wet with tears which you were desperately blinking back. He got a bad feeling in his little pudgy belly, knowing he wasn't very nice to you. He knew his ma wouldn't be very happy if she heard how he'd spoken to you, especially after you were just trying to brighten his mood. He got up from his place on the grass, nicking a few flowers from his garden before shuffling over to you only to be met with your now grumpy face, crossing your arms and turning away just like he did.

"I'm sorry y/n" Bucky came and plopped beside you, moving the doll away, while clutching onto a few pink tulips. You didn't respond, still mad at him for being mean to you when you'd done nothing wrong. "C'mon jellybean, pwease?"

His baby blues were shining bright as he gave you his best puppy eyes, hoping you'd forgive him. You felt a giddy at the name he called you, one he'd given you because he thought you were sweet like one. You turned to face him while he gave you a shy little smile, placing the flowers onto your lap.

"I brought you flowers" He stated proudly, happy at the giggle you let out, setting them aside before tugging at his hand to run off and play.

"Y'promise you'll come back?" your eyes were wet with tears again although you were now 20 years older and the chubby boy you grew up with had grown into a very handsome soldier. He stood before you in his clean and pressed uniform, his face shaven, hair neatly cropped.

"Of course doll" He whispered affectionately, letting his thumbs swipe across your cheeks, kissing away the tears that fell. "I'll always come back to you jellybean"

"You better" You sniffled, standing on your toes to chase more of his lips as he pressed them to yours, his hands wrapping around your waist, picking you up with ease.

"M'gonna come right back to you, safe n'sound" He held you for as long as he could, rocking you close to his chest while you fought back a sob, giving him a brave smile instead.

"I love you Jamie"

"I love you jellybean"

That was the last time you saw him.

"This is a bad idea"

"When have I ever had a bad idea" Tony scoffed, continuing to tinker with his quantum portal while Bruce looked over numbers.

"It's not stable enough Tony, if we send someone through this, they could get stuck in an alternate timeline or we could end up changing the future-

"Yea, yea, stop worrying, hand me that spanner"

Bruce sighed, handing over the tool while contemplating on the safest way to test the machine. It wasn't ready to handle anyone actually travelling through time but at the very least they could potentially open portals to the past.

"We gotta put in a location to see if this works-how about-" Tony contemplated on a location, his eyes growing wide with excitement when he spotted Steve's diary that he'd left behind in the lab, "Let's see if Captain has any interesting places from the 40's"

"Why wouldn't you just see if we could get to the compound garden" Bruce groaned while Tony flipped through the pages, typing in an address that had been scribbled in. It was from a list of places Steve wanted to visit again from when he was a child, the address of the person listed under friends. There was only one other person listed there other than Bucky.

"Alright, call the others, let's see if this baby works"

"You're going to get us all killed" Bruce shook his head while calling for everyone to come to the lab. By now everyone was used to Tony's antics; the only one who was genuinely giddy with excitement was surprisingly Bucky. One thing he'd always loved was science; even his stoic expression couldn't hide the twinkle in his eye every time he got to see another Stark experiment.

"Glad you all made it. Now, thanks to Cap, we're going to see if we can open a portal that travels back to the 1940's. I suggest you all stand back since I haven't actually tested this before"

"Why are you like this" Nat snorted while Tony waved her off, pushing a few more buttons before hitting start. Bucky watched from the safe sidelines of the lab as the machine began to vibrate, a low buzz growing louder until a portal roared to life that lead to the inside of someone's home. Bucky and Steve were both stunned from shock seeing a flash of a very familiar living room for no longer than a second before the whole thing closed with a bang and a large puff of smoke in its place.

"Well done Mr. Playboy billionaire dumbass" Sam wheezed while the team was left coughing, the room cloudy as the loud buzz began to dull. "What was the location you even put in-

Sam stopped talking midway when he heard another voice coughing followed by mumbling coming from the place where the portal closed. The smoke hadn't yet dissipated but the shadow of a person was slowly becoming visible. Everyone froze when they realized there was someone on the platform, wondering who could've been sucked through.

"Bruce, turn on the fan-" Bruce hit the lab fan which pulled helped with the smoke revealing a young woman in a flower printed dress. An apron was still tied around her waist, flour streaked across her cheeks, a rolling pin still in her hand. "What the-

"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES"

Bucky thought he was going to collapse as soon as he saw who was on the platform, his heart fluttering madly in his chest. He couldn't control the blush that crept up on his cheeks, butterflies bursting in his tummy, just as they did all those years ago. The young woman stormed up to the soldier, face full of fury as her palm smacked his cheek (Not hard enough to actually hurt him of course).

"HOW DARE YOU"

Everyone else in the lab silently congregated to one side watching curiously though Steve was still utterly frozen seeing-

"Y-y/n? Doll?"

"Don't you doll me" you whacked his arm with your rolling pin, huffing when it clanged back after hitting metal. That didn't seem to faze you as you switched and hit the other arm instead, making Bucky yelp. "You lied!"

You dropped your makeshift weapon to the floor, moving your hands to your hips instead, looking up and down at the man you loved with your entire heart, the man who you mourned for years after you were told he was dead. He looked much different from when you'd last seen him, the most obvious difference being an entirely new arm. His cheeks were scruffy and it was clear some form of time travel had taken place but none of that mattered. None of that mattered when the love of your life was standing right there, alive and well.

"Oh baby, no-

"Absolutely not Barnes" you huffed at the pet name he gave you, crossing your arms over your chest and Bucky thought he'd melt into an absolute puddle at the sight. He was thrown back to when you were both no more than 4 years old, with a cute little frown on your face whenever you'd get upset. "You left! I thought you-I thought you died!"

The sound of your voice cracking broke Bucky's heart, his hands itching to wrap you up and pull you close to his chest the way you loved. He could see your eyes twinkle with tears threatening to spill out while you rapidly tried to blink them away. You chewed on your bottom lip to keep from wobbling and it only made Bucky yearn to hold you and never let go.

"Sweetheart please, I didn't mean to leave you doll, I promise" He stepped closer to you, hesitantly reaching out to take your hand in his, not feeling the slightest bit conscious about his metal arm. The coolness of his hand calmed your racing heart while you sniffled, still refusing to meet his eyes as you stared down at your feet instead.

The day you'd been told he'd never come back had been the worst day of your life. You wept for months on end, losing the man you were waiting to marry. The only person you'd been in love with since you were 4 years old.

Seeing you standing there before him stirred feelings in Bucky h never thought he'd feel again. Having a home. A beautiful wife. Little chubby babies. All with his dream girl he'd loved all his life. There wasn't a day that had gone by where he didn't think about her. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance again but here you were, dusted in flour like you always were whenever you were in the kitchen, in a pretty dress he loved so much, fighting your cries after desperately missing him. He softly cupped your cheeks, swiping away at your tears, his forehead coming down to softly rest against yours. He smiled through watery eyes at your stubborn nature, still keeping your arms crossed while his nose bumped with yours.

"Jellybean" Bucky whispered, your heart melting at the name, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Please? I-I'll- I'll bring you flowers" He said with a shaky voice, nearly toppling over when you flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, squeezing you right back and lifting you off the floor to cradle you nice and tight before pulling back to smash his lips against yours. The collective sniffles and whistles from the team were drowned out by your soft giggles and warm lips.

"I missed you so much" you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him, the one that comforted yo the most.

"You have no idea how much I missed you jellybean, never letting you go again"

"Terminator, you wanna introduce us?" Tony was the first to speak up, not so subtly wiping away at his eyes while Bucky continued to look at you with heard eyes, introducing you to everyone. You could only wrap your head around so much at a time but nothing truly mattered now that you were back with your soldier.

And of course your other best friend.

"Steve" You giggled as Steve lifted you up with ease into a tight hug, grinning at his two friends finally getting the life they deserved together.

Seriously imagine how sickeningly cute these two would be. Bucky is so excited to teach you all about the future. He gets to show you how to use all the new technology around the compound. He's so naughty about it too, teasingly telling you he'd be happy to help you in the shower if there's any questions you has about water temperature.

He doesn't waste any time with asking to marry you. Its everything you've ever dreamed of and more considering Tony took the bill and ran. Bucky can't put into words how happy he is finally getting the life he thought was ripped from his hands.

On your wedding night, Bucky spends hours loving on you like there's no tomorrow which is why a few months later, your belly is swollen with your first baby. Bucky is thankful for the future because as excited as he is to start a family, he's scared shitless something could happen to his jellybean.

"Bucky, I'm fine-

"Absolutely not, why are you up Jellybean, go sit down, I'll bring breakfast to you"

"I can still walk y'know-

"Nope. You stay right there, don't move mama, just rest"

When you do have to move around, he's there holding your baby bump, feeling giddy over becoming a dad. He can't wait to meet his little baby that he's made with his dream girl.

After his son is born, he waits for your body to heal but no ones surprised to see you with a new bump not too long after.

Two baby boys are no match for all the avengers but they all happily share their god father and god mother duties.

Your third is a little girl and she's going to be spoiled by everyone.

Somewhere along the way, you get a white fluffy cat.

Bucky's life has never been better.

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yournextbimbogf · 3 months

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Beefy bucky headcannons? I feel like bucky wouldn’t even know his cock can stretch tf outta you or he might be cocky👀

I love headcannons and I’ll keep writing them hoes!!

Lord if he don’t come here and fuck me😒!!

Sorry if its a bit short my brain fucking forgot everything outta nowhere🤦🏽‍♀️

Beefy! Bucky loves missionary, he loves that he can make eye contact with you and you can both see his thick cock re-arranging your guts.

Beefy! Bucky smiles in amusement when he sees you choking on only half of his cock.

Beefy! Bucky immediately gets turned on when he sees you choking on his cock, spit dripping down your chin, and fat tears rolling down your cheek ruining your eye makeup. Don’t worry, he still finds it adorable.

Beefy! Bucky works out sometimes but still has a pudge. When you reassure him that his pudgy tummy is cute he instantly swoons for you.

Beefy! Bucky slaps his fat mushroom tip onto the hood of your clit before putting it inside.

Beefy! Bucky teases you for getting hot and bothered after you saw his swollen cock bounce onto his belly when you take it out.

Beefy! Bucky secretly watches his cock make a bulge in your stomach and (secretly loves it lol.)

Beefy! Bucky gets cocky when you say his cock might not fit.

Beefy! Bucky definitely doesn’t know how much strength he has until one day you ask him to go rough during sex.

“Your cock’s pretty big buck do you think it’ll fit?”

“Thanks darling i believe my cock’s too big.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself buck.”

Bucky may be cocky but deep down he’s a beefy boy that needs love :).

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rillils · 7 months

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written for round 5 @stuckybingo, square I5 - Looking after each other wordcount: 1411 pairing: Steve/Bucky additional tags: fluff, kidfic, general silliness, slice of life, dorks in love, dorks in love + their baby

Steve never believed in sunscreen, no matter how many times he got the hide scorched off of him. Used to just sit there and let the sun fry his skin, seemingly content to suffer through all the pretty stages of a sunburn, the blistering and the peeling, the stinging and the itching.

The serum just gave his stubborn ass one more excuse to walk outside in all his dumb, unprotected glory.

“You know it’ll have healed by tomorrow anyway,” he would shrug in the face of Bucky’s reasonable worry. But oh, how he’d hiss and cuss through gritted teeth, Later That Same Day, when Bucky inevitably wound up spreading cool aloe over his poor, neon-bright shoulders, the shade of them a hot raw pink that’d probably get them both sued by Mattel sooner or later.

“Fuck. Fuck. I always forget how bad it gets. How do I always forget how bad it gets.”

And it would take a herculean effort for Bucky to refrain from saying ‘I told you so’, but refrain he would; he’d simply smooth his aloe-covered fingers down to the small of Steve’s back, where the tan line made his creamy-pale asscheeks stand out like two (somewhat flabbergasted) halves of a moon, and he’d lean over to whisper-kiss a fond, “Dumbass”, against the crown of Steve’s head.

* It was fatherhood that flipped that particular switch for Steve.

Already within the first few weeks of her life, Sarah Barnes-Rogers managed a colossal feat which several people, including her very own namesake, had been fruitlessly attempting for no less than a century: knock some sense into her father.

That summer, they brought their five-month-old baby to the beach for the first time, and suddenly Steve’s baseline shifted from a glaring zero, to at least three separate bottles of sunscreen tucked in his backpack at all times – and he wielded them as dramatically and determinedly as King Arthur pulling his sword from the Stone.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Bucky teased while Steve re-applied lotion on their daughter, and then himself, for the third time in one morning, the delicate scent of coconut wrapped around them like a gentle cloud.

“Protection is important,” retorted his husband, always 101% ready to rise to the challenge, even when it was ridiculous degrees outside and the average human felt distinctly like warm ice cream oozing, slow and tragic, towards an indecorous end on a sizzle-hot curb. Sarah wriggled excitedly in his lap, her pudgy little body slippery like a newborn dolphin.

“Important for you, too? Really? I thought you were gonna heal by tomorrow anyway.”

Steve glared at him, mouth pouting with growing intensity within the neatly groomed frame of his beard.

“We lead by example,” he said petulantly, and since he couldn’t exactly stomp away – at least not with all the dramatic flair required by such indignity as Bucky was willfully subjecting him to – he settled for looking away instead, fixing the hat over Sarah’s ears to keep his hands occupied. Stubborn, mulish smartass. Bucky was sure he’d never loved him quite so ardently as he did in that moment.

He leaned between their loungers and smacked the loudest kiss on Steve’s coconut-scented cheek, not bothering (oh, not too much) to hide his smug grin. “Good.”

Now, all things considered, it’s no wonder that Sarah’s grown to be such a sunscreen enthusiast.

The second they hit the beach, she wants nothing better than for Papa to help her get coated in the stuff, from head to wiggly toe; and once the procedure is complete, she’ll scuttle off at lightning speed, drop to the ground, and – to Bucky’s endless horror – roll about until she’s got every bit of her greased-up self nice and caked in sand. Sand which they'll still find sprinkled in every corner, crease and crinkle of every towel, bag and piece of clothing they own for a couple of months at least, but what is parenthood if not self-sacrifice?

Before she gets to that, though, Sarah has her own self-appointed job to do.

She plucks the bottle from Steve’s hand and, as per their private ritual, manhandles him into lying on his belly, announcing with her sweet, recently tooth-gapped smile, “I’ll do your back!”

Steve always indulges her with a smile of his own, and lets her climb onto the small of his back, ready to surrender himself to Sarah’s loving, if somewhat fierce ministrations.

For once, though, she doesn’t simply smear the lotion around with her usual excitement. On the contrary, she holds the bottle up and squeezes it meticulously, her brow scrunched up in concentration as she works with slow, strangely deliberate moves.

It’s only after a minute or so that Bucky really sees what she’s trying to do; and by then, her masterpiece is all but complete. The sight of it makes his heart clench with unexpected fondness.

“Daddy! Daddy, can you take a picture? I wanna show Papa, please!”

He takes one look at her hopeful little face, at the blond curls falling over her eyes, the sun-kissed freckles already crowding the bridge of her nose so early in the summer, and there’s no way in hell he’d ever even dream of saying no.

“’Course, baby,” he says, reaching for his phone with no further ado.

“Show me what?” Steve pipes up, twisting his neck to try and peek over his shoulder. “What’re you guys doing back there?”

“Nuh-uh,” Bucky tuts, pushing Steve’s head back down to rest atop his crossed arms, “you stay put for a second, doll. Can’t ruin this shot. Alright, here we go.” The camera clicks softly, once. “Hm. Nope.” Twice. “Eh– almost.” Thrice. “Ha! There. Perfect.”

He helps Sarah down from her perch on Steve’s back, very, very careful not to smudge her precious work, then hands her the smartphone. “Go ahead, baby, show Papa what a good job you did.”

In her eagerness, Sarah all but shoves the phone right in Steve’s face, with a squeal of “Pa! Look, look!”, watching him expectantly.

It’s there, on the screen, that Steve finally gets to see it. A message just for him, spanning almost his entire back, spelling, in Sarah’s wonky six-year-old handwriting, “I LOVE YOU PA ♥”, big squiggly heart included.

Steve doesn’t breathe for three whole seconds; and when he starts again, it’s with a soft, awestruck, “Oh.”

And it might be the stark light, or the warm breeze, or the scent of ocean salt in the air, but when he props himself up on his elbows to look at their daughter, his eyes have a familiar, watery shine to them. One of his strong arms wraps around Sarah’s middle and pulls her in, and he plants a kiss on her forehead, smiling all the while. “Love you too, munchkin. It’s beautiful, thank you so much.”

“Yah!”

Satisfied with the feedback, Sarah can finally run off to fulfill her destiny as a pocket-size sand monster. Steve gazes adoringly after her, then lifts his big, gleaming puppy eyes on Bucky, looking about as lovestruck as Bucky’s ever seen him in the last ninety-five years or so.

“Buck,” he says, soft and just, just on the cusp of choked up. How anyone ever thought they could teach this guy not to wear his heart on his sleeve, Bucky’ll never understand.

“Yeah, big guy. I know. I know,” he soothes, hovering close to place a sympathetic kiss on the swell of Steve’s bicep. “Listen, I’m gonna ask a dumb question here.”

Steve blinks up at him, curious.

“Do you maybe want me to fix your back for you, so you don’t actually burn to a crisp?”

And see, the truth is, he already knows the answer. He knows it with even greater certainty when Steve sinks his face in the crook of his own elbow, half laughing, half groaning, and a hundred percent utterly defeated.

Of course not. Of course he’s gonna lie directly in the nearest sunbeam, and let himself bake there until the words are branded onto his skin, pale white on Barbie-box pink, no matter how short-lived they’ll be.

“Yep. Called it.” He gives Steve’s bicep a gentle pat-pat, knowing that in about ten hours, even that will make Steve hiss with unrepentant, self-inflicted pain - and possibly loving him just that wee bit more for this tiniest of derring-do’s. “I’ll make sure to grab some more aloe on our way home.”

#stuckybingo #stucky #rillers scribbles #i like to call this one 'SCREAM SCREAM' or alternatively #'i don't know what i'm doing'#idk i looked at it for so long that eventually it stopped making sense lmao #(says lmao but is actually in despair)#i think maybe there was something else i wanted to say but i'm forgetting #in my defense i'm dizzy and sleep-deprived??#agsdjashjskdh help how do you human

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drgrlfriend · 8 months

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Fic Stats Meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Most Hits: No surprise there. I'm constantly amazed by how fantastically this fic was received in such a big fandom. Windows

Summary:

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Second-most Kudos: Layover

Excerpt:

Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.

“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didn’t know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?...

“CJ!” The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. “You scared the he— heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering — Derek?”

Third-most Comments:

Lucky in Love

Summary:

Clint is only a couple of sips into his cardboard cup of coffee, his brain barely out of neutral, which is probably why it takes him so long to realize that some damn psycho is trying to kidnap his dog.

Excerpt:

“I’m not some charity case,” Bucky says pugnaciously.

“I didn’t think you were,” Clint answers back readily enough. “I mean, I can tell you’re fucked up for sure, but of the two of us, I’m probably the bigger disaster. My sleep schedule is shit, and I drink coffee straight from the pot. I sing in the shower even though I’m deaf as fuck. I have arrows everywhere because I’m an archer — did I tell you that? And I was raised in a literal circus, so I’m not exactly domestic. Let’s see, what else?” He squints down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah, I won the building in a poker game with the Russian mafia and every once in awhile they show up and try to take it back, but usually I handle it, no problem. Uh...”

Clint happens to looks up and Bucky’s eyes are wide, his mouth hanging open. Clint’s hand freezes where he’s rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly embarrassed. Yeah, when you put it all out there at once, it doesn’t sound so good.

Fourth-most Bookmarks: Layover again. That's a bit of a surprise!

Fifth-most Words:

Freedom's Reach

Summary:

Clint is about to move on when his eyes drift up to the lettering at the top of the window.

FREE PASSAGE TO THE WEST!

Clint knows that the circus folk mock him — call him too trusting, too soft-hearted — but even he knows nothing in this life comes free. The words puzzle him, and he reads them again carefully to make sure he hasn’t made a mistake.

His eyes are drawn to one posting at the very bottom corner, different from the others. This one is sun-faded and starting to yellow, curling at the corners. Clint crouches down, brow furrowing and lips moving as he sounds out the unfamiliar words.

Western Man Seeking a Husband — I am a kind and unassuming man of good financial means seeking a helpmate and companion. I have lost my arm in the service of our Union, but am otherwise free from disease. I am not particular as to looks, but am seeking an individual of equal youth and vivacity with whom I can share my affection and devotion. I am a man of quiet habits, moderate temperament, and kind disposition and would seek the same in my husband.

Fewest Words: Some of my ficlets in the Tumblr Ficlets compilation would probably count, but for freestanding fics it's this one:

The Set-Up

Excerpt:

“Y’know,” Steve starts, and Bucky’s jaw clenches instinctively. “Clint likes baseball. Or, at least, I think I saw him watching a game once. I mean, he was taking a nap in the lounge so I’m not sure if the game was on accidentally, but he didn’t change the channel when he woke up. Maybe you should ask him if he wants to catch a game some time? I mean, it’s not Ebbet’s Field, but Citi isn’t so bad, even if it is Queens…”

Bucky leans back on the couch, turns up the volume on the game, and tries his hardest to tune Steve out.

This was fun! Tagging anyone who wants to play.

#clint barton #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #hawkeye #marvel #mcu #winterhawk #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #my fic #ask game #authors #fanfiction #writers

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starksvinyls · 3 months

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Title: Family Ties Rating: Gen Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Post Avengers IW, Tony is Peter's Bio Dad, Toddler Peter Parker, Family Fluff, Introspection Summary: Bucky gets lost in his thoughts about how he got here - with a loving partner and his adorable son. Notes: for @buckybarnesbingo square U2 'family' маленький мальчик means "little boy"

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Little feet slapped against the floor, getting louder as they traveled down the hall. Bucky grinned as a naked Peter came running around the corner, giggling. He hurried over from the kitchen and stepped in front of the boy, scooping him up.

“And where do ya think you’re goin’?”

Peter just giggled and tried to squirm out of Bucky’s hold. He gripped the boy a little tighter, so he wouldn’t get away, not caring that the front of his shirt was getting damp. He laughed when Tony came around the corner, holding a towel. He looked a little harried, and the front of his shirt was soaked - ah, bath time. Tony stepped over, towel out and ready, and snatched his son from Bucky’s arms, capturing him in the towel like an unruly puppy. Peter giggled the whole time.

“Daddy! No clothes!” The little boy squealed, still trying to squirm away.

“Petey,” Tony huffed, readjusting his hold on the wriggly boy. “You have to put on pjs for bed time, that’s the rule.”

Peter finally got one hand free from the towel and pointed a mock-scolding finger towards his father’s face. “No clothes.”

Bucky held back a snort, it was such a Tony mannerism. Peter had been doing more and more of them lately, much to Tony’s chagrin. It was only a matter of time before they had a little echo cursing around the penthouse.

“Say good night to Buck,” Tony took a step closer, bouncing Peter up and down a couple times to indicate he was talking to the boy.

“Night Bucky!” Peter chirped, a wide smile on his face.

‎Bucky leaned in and pecked the boy’s pudgy little cheek. “G’night, маленький мальчик.”

Once the duo had disappeared back down the hall, Bucky wandered over to the living room and plopped down on the overstuffed couch, sprawling his legs out. It had been nearly a year since he was pardoned and allowed back into the States, and nearly as long since he’s lived in the tower, and there were still moments that had Bucky pausing because how was this his life now? How was he lucky enough to have a partner and an almost-step-son, who he loved so dearly, and who he knew loved him? People didn’t just stumble upon a perfect ready made family.

Back before the war, Bucky had dreamed about finding a nice gal and settling down. They’d have some kids, who would call Steve ‘Uncle’, and Bucky would grow old with her after all their kids were gone, in the same little brownstone in Brooklyn that they bought together shortly after getting married.

During the war, that dream kept him going; got him through the long cold nights of a European winter; got him through being captured and experimented on; got him through following Steve into the most terrifying situations. That dream wasn’t enough to get him through 70 years of Hydra, though.

In Wakanda, Bucky spent a lot of time trying to figure out what it was he wanted now from life. He spent time tending to the goats and playing with the children of the village he was staying in, watching and learning to cook; spent time learning how to operate with just one arm. Through all of that, Bucky came to realize he just wanted some peace and quite now. He wanted a simple life, maybe some land somewhere in the Midwest, some goats and chickens. No one around to bother him, and no one around for him to bother.

Once Thanos had been defeated, clean up underway, and major housecleaning throughout the US government and the UN, Bucky was given a pardon to return to the US. He was given a medal for his service, another one for being the longest POW in history, and several other letters and certificates of commendation. Apparently, the military was also giving him back pay. The money didn’t much matter to Bucky, he had always been resourceful and able to survive on his own, but that would make buying his farm much easier. So, he smiled and said “thank you” and shook the right hands before slumping off to his government issued studio apartment in the Bronx.

It had been plain, sparsely furnished, and no decor. It was depressing, Bucky would admit. He went to his job at a mechanic shop - something he had just to keep busy - during the day, and in the evenings, he would heat up a couple of TV dinners and scour the listings for small farms in the Midwest. Rinse and repeat.

It was a couple months of that before Shuri contacted him to let him know she wouldn’t be able to come out to do the scheduled maintenance on his arm, but she arranged for Stark to do it. Bucky didn’t have anything against Stark, it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve to have his arm blown off, but he thought for sure that the man would never want anything to do with Bucky again. So, he was a little shocked when Shuri told him that the meeting was scheduled to take place at Stark Tower, in Tony Stark’s lab.

If Shuri had been able to make it that week…

“Watcha thinking about?” Tony flopped down next to the super soldier, pulling Bucky from his thoughts, as he curled into his side. He was wearing a new, dry t-shirt.

“My life before you,” He answered honestly. “And what my plans had been.”

“That farm still calling your name?” Tony teased.

Bucky shook his head. “No,” He looked down at his partner, who was smiling wide back up at him. He smiled, too. “I like the life I have right here, with my family.”

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 6 months

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Unorthodox неортодоксальный

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Barnes!Reader

Warnings: siblingxsibling relationship,brother/sister,mentions of torture, blood, violence, any russian used i got from google translate so sorry if it's not accurate 😬😬, also don't apologize for a long request, I actually really appreciate these as I have more to work off of

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Flashes of his previous life flicker behind Bucky's closed eyes. He was most certainly dead, right? He fell hundreds of feet to his death. Even if he was a super soldier now, there was only so much the human body could withstand falling from that height.

"Bucky!" Your small, pudgy hands are grasping for him. His sweet baby sister that he would die for. Being the eldest of four, of course Bucky would gladly defend any of his siblings but you were special to him, the closest to his heart.

Pain radiates through his body. Brief moments of consciousness blip by here and there but he just couldn't keep his eyes open long enough to figure out where he is.

You look so cute in your nurse's uniform, your hair pinned up in the latest style. Something that was actually a part of his fantasies. Whenever he caught you working at the army base, he would stop whatever he was doing to admire you. A side he'd never seen before. You were serious while at work. How could you not be when lives were on your hands. Honestly, you should have been called a surgeon with your knowledge of the human physiology and anatomy.

"Quit staring sergeant!" You'd chuckle when you inevitably caught him.

Where were you now, Bucky wondered. Were you safe? Eating well? Was Steve taking care of you like he promised he would if anything happened to Bucky?

"Bucky. . ." Soft eyes gaze lovingly at him, from the toddler you had once been you were now a young lady. Your long lashes lacquered and red stained lips. You were downright irresistible. Bucky just had to keep you all to himself. He watches as his hand reaches out to stroke the skin of your upper arm. So soft and warm. Like you were actually there with him. These small moments were what Bucky cherished the most during his time at the training camp. Sneaking out in the middle of the night so that you could make out in the woods. Always quick moments when the two of you were able to be together.

His chapped lips whisper your name over and over again.

Bucky vaguely recalls the way your fingers caressed the stubble on his jaw. Tender and making him nuzzle his face further into your palm. That goddamn giggle of your's that shoots straight through his heart leaves your lips. He was completely your's. As you were with him.

Losing comprehension of the passing of time, eventually Bucky is roused awake to find himself strapped to a metal chair. Harsh lights are shining down on him. When he attempts to even wiggle, the straps restraining him only tighten.

It takes Bucky a moment for his eyes to focus and his ears to clear. Figures move around him like shadow people, speaking in a language Bucky didn't understand.

His head lolls from shoulder to shoulder before someone forces his head up.

"Good. You're awake."

Besides the lights glaring on him, the rest of the room was too dark for him to decipher much. Men in uniforms stand erect behind the man who'd spoken to him.

"Your body seems to have accepted the prosthetic nicely." The man cocks his head and looks to the left side of Bucky's body.

Bucky's eyes trail to his left shoulder. Instead of flesh, there was shining metal. It takes a moment for his brain to register that this arm is not his original. That even though it obeys the command his brain gives it, there's something off about the way it feels. His metal arm is heavy and slow.

His mouth opens to speak, or scream, he wasn't sure anymore. But Bucky's mouth is dry and leaves him croaking.

The man in front of him takes a step closer. "I'd advise you to take things slowly. You have been unconscious for several weeks." His glasses catch the light from above.

Even with his foggy brain, Bucky knew that he was in a bad spot. The soldier in him struggles to formulate a plan, let alone remember what he'd been taught about being captured. Like he was before. His pale blue eyes try and take note of everything he was able to see.

He flinches when the man reaches out and touches the seem where his shoulder flesh was melded to metal. "It will take a while for you to get used to. But thankfully the super soldier serum in you will aid in a speedy recovery. You must realize by now, Sergeant Barnes, that you are no longer under the possession of the United States military. You're in much better hands. HYDRA will mold you into the best version of yourself. The arm was a sudden improvement."

Everything around him feels like he's swaying though he was stationary in the infernal devil's chair that forbade his movements.

"Rest assured, Sergeant Barnes, we'll turn you into something spectacular.

Nothing was going to plan. He was greatly resisting all forms of brainwashing that they had in their belt. Everyone was surprised, not sure of what to do next. Zola was perplexed.

"If we cannot physically force him into subjugation, then we shall try another route. . ." Zola glances down at the file he had on James Buchanen Barnes. There was a list of three other siblings. Only one of them piqued his interest in particular. You. You were already stationed in a military base that wasn't far from where the Allies were last spotted. If he sent out enough men, they could obtain you fairly easily.

He makes a note to his assistance to acquire you at once. Zola turns back to the spy mirror that looked out to Bucky, the psykonic helm that wrapped around his head gleamed. It was like Bucky could see through the mirror and straight into Zola the way he glared venomously at him. There are two other 'surgeons' in the room with him who await Zola's order.

Pressing the button on the intercom, Zola speaks into the microphone "We shall take a break. I believe we've found an incentive for you."

Bucky's lips curl viciously, baring his teeth as he pulls at his bindings for the upteenth time. He was tired but he wasn't prepared on giving up anytime soon. They'd have to kill him.

That was Bucky's plan until they drag you in several hours later. He let out an animalistic roar as he jerks forward. They were holding you by your hair with your arms tied behind you. Your nurse's uniform was dirtied by small specks of blood.

Your captor pulls you up higher so Bucky has a better view of your battered face.

Zola takes his place behind the spy mirror once more. The intercom crackles with his voice "Do you like the gift? You can only have it if you give in. Lev." he's instructing the guy who was holding you by the hair.

'Lev' nods and swiftly punches you in the face. Stars fly in your vision with black splotches crowding the corners. Bucky's spitting out every foul curse he could think of, gritting his teeth as he desperately tries to break free and save you.

"Again Lev. I don't think he understands."

The sound of his knuckles connecting to the side of your face assaults Bucky's ears.

You felt the splitting of the skin on the bridge of your nose. Possible bruising but if he hit you one more time, you were sure that your nose would break.

Side of your face already starts to discolor. Blood vessels broken beneath.

Tears fill up Bucky's eyes as he continues to scream for you. Violence making his muscles tremble.

You never thought your brother was capable of making such a heart wrenching noise.

Be strong, you tell yourself as you bite back the cries that bubble in your throat. You swallow back the bit of blood that was accumulating in your mouth from your torn lip. Be strong, damnit. Like Bucky has always been for you.

"Again."

"STOP!!" Bucky wails. "Please. Stop!"

Twice was too much for Bucky to handle. A third would have broken him.

You take a shaky breath through your mouth, not trusting the structure of your nose. Rust was heavy on your tongue. They reduced your strong brother to begging. Your god-like brother. The man you held up on such a high pedestal. No one else could ever compare to him. He was the ideal man.

"Is there something you'd like to say?" came Zola's voice once more.

His breathing comes out ragged, throat torn up. "I-I'll do. . . whatever you say. Let her go. That's all I ask. Let her go."

Zola's sinister smile was palpable through the com. "Wonderful news."

Zola never intended to release you though. Not when you can be another component to his Winter Soldier Program. After Bucky agreed, the took you away. They throw you in a barren cell to lick your wounds.

Hours pass but eventually the toss Bucky into the same cell as you. He's covered with sweat and feverish cheeks. His lips barely move yet you catch delirious mumbling.

"Oh god Bucky. . . what did they do to you?" You whimper at the sight of your brother but get to work. Checking his pupils and pulse points to assert that he was still alive for his breathing was near non existent.

Your lips quiver as you clean his face the best you could, not understanding what they did to him.

Faintly, Bucky says your name.

"I'm here." Pressing your lips to his forehead in a kiss and reassurance spilling from your mouth.

Neither of you were aware of the eyes that still watch you. They wanted to see how the two of you interact when you thought you were alone.

"I'm sorry." Bucky rasps out.

"Conserve your energy, Bucky." You smooth his tangled hair out of his face.

He shakes his head, repeating his apology.

Every day they take Bucky away from you to do. . . whatever they were doing. At the end of the day he was always returned worse than the previous day.

You still didn't know what your fate would be. They appeared to have forgotten about you. The food brought was the one sign that your presence was remembered.

Bucky insists on giving you the rest of his food. "You need to eat more. You're losing way too much weight."

"I'm fine. You're the one who really needs it."

"Don't argue with me. I'm still strong enough to force feed you." A ghost of a smile quirks his lips up. That same toothy grin that made dozens of girls before you fall for him. He holds up a piece of bland bread to your face. "Be a good girl for me."

You blush and roll your eyes. "I'll have half of it." You open your mouth and bite down enough that left your brother with some to eat.

His thumb brushes the crumbs off of your lips. "Still messy as ever, doll."

Playfully you nip his thumb, relishing in the brief moment of normalcy. It took you back to a time before the war. When Bucky and you would take a trip outside of Brooklyn, your version of a date since no one would know who you were let alone that you were siblings.

But you'd noticed his memories fading. He couldn't remember the name of your other siblings or of your parents. Was even starting to forget about Steve.

At least you seemed to be the exception.

Zola watches the grainy black and white monitor that looked into your's and Bucky's cell. He hears the low murmuring of his staff around him who were also watching the interaction.

Bucky leans in toward your face.

"инцест?" Someone breathes out in disbelief. Incest.

"It appears so." Zola replies. He taps his fingers against his chin. "These two just keep getting more interesting. Lev, how much of the serum do we have left to spare?"

Lev glances up from his own papers. He knows already what the small, bespectacled man was thinking. Attention turned to the monitor. Vaguely he could make out the smile that spread across your face.

You would be Zola's next experiment.

Tears stream down your voice as another wave of agonizing pain shatters your skull. A mouth guard had been settled to protect your teeth from cracking as you clench down on them for dear life.

You'd been given the serum a week ago. For an entire seven days you were throwing up your guts, shacking from cold yet sweating from a fever that also seized you. It was enough to make you beg for death. Bucky could do nothing to ease your agony, only hold you in his arms; his cold metal arm offering you coolness for your sweating face.

Zola was smiling down at you from outside of your cell. You survived and were now officially part of his Winter Soldier Program.

That's when they started your brainwashing sessions.

You, as Bucky had, were stripped of any memory of family or friends. Not even of who you were.

The only memories that remained untouched were those of you and Bucky.

Your mind fractures into a dozen pieces. Mindless.

There was blood between your dark, deep cryostasis slumber.

Other Winter Soldiers came and went. Unable to surpass You and Bucky.

Many are considered utter failures.

Zola would never be able to replicate the success.

Another assignment. So similar to the dozens you've already executed. They blend with one another until it's just endless killing. Nothing felt odd about it. All was going according to plan.

"Nik F'yuri vozglavil kompaniyu (Nick Fury has company)." Bucky informs you as he observes through the scope on his rifle.

"U tebya yest' shans (You got the shot)?" Company was of little consequence. The job was to be done whether or not there were bystander casualties. You're looking into the window as well with your own scope. You could make out the lump of a body that was Nick Fury moving around along with. . .

Your brows furrow, not hearing your brother's confirmation.

Why did that man look familiar?

Flicking your eyes over to Bucky, it appears he doesn't have the same vague recognition that you do. He continues to be all business. There's an odd twisting in your gut though. Something deep down inside of you trying to speak. Try as you may, you couldn't hear any of it's muffled words. In your chest was an unmistakable warmth of familiar fondness when you first spotted the blonde haired man. It was how you felt when you looked at your brother. On a lesser degree, of course. When you gaze at Bucky, that warmth intensified tenfold. He was radiant in your eyes. Your god.

You look again into your scope. Taking a deep breath, you give Bucky the go ahead to shoot Nick Fury.

His finger effortlessly squeezes down on the rifle's trigger. You hear the sound of a window shattering from the bullet that flies from the muzzle.

"On upal (He's down)." Bucky hastily announces and the both of you are already on your feet, fleeing the rooftop. Boots hitting against concrete. Scaling down the building though, you listen to the commotion that has disrupted the once quiet street.

You're afforded little time to get away. But your mind lingers to the blonde haired man that had been with Nick Fury.

That was how you and Bucky recovered your memories. All thanks to Steve Rogers.

Going from being Winter Soldiers to fellow Avengers was a true culture shock.

Steve was patient with the both of you. Bucky was by far more feral than you. You'd been the one to prevent Bucky from taking on Captain America. Hissing to him that you felt like you could trust Steve. You couldn't really explain it in the heat of the moment, but eventually your memories start to resurface.

The rest of the Avengers were more reluctant at your presence in the Tower. They took longer to warm up to you. Warming up to Bucky took MUCH longer. He'd never trusted people easily to begin with. One had to go through trials before Bucky deemed them someone he could let into his inner circle. He was prickly for the first five months as the both of you were recovering from trauma caused by HYDRA. You kept to the room you and Bucky shared (despite Bucky having his own room right down the hall). Bucky was sure that you weren't out of his sight for too long. His semblance of normal was corrupted. Honestly so was your's. How did one relax? You were checking over your shoulders constantly for some unseen threat that was eminent. Your sleep was haunted with nightmares of HYDRA finding you and Bucky, destroying your new home, and hauling you back to Russia.

Only the soothing warmth of Bucky's bare chest could calm you.

"Me too." He'd whisper into your hair as he cradled you against him. You bury your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. Many times it was Bucky to wake up screaming or even worse was when he woke up immediately trying to punch the closest person to him. He'd snap out of it the moment your voice hit his ears.

"Do you. . ." your throat was unbearably dry. "Do you think they'll ever go away? The nightmares and fear?"

Bucky's plush lips ghost the crown of your head, dragging his nose against your hair to take in your smell: eucalyptus and mint. The sharpness of the mint tickles his nose. "I don't think so. At least, not any time soon. It might take decades to recover."

Over time you learned to trust the other Avengers. Especially when Wanda came into the picture. She knew better than anyone else what it was like to be held prisoner by HYDRA. The two of you bond immediately. Wanda became the female best friend you never had. Both of you spoke at length about your experiences, forming a type of therapy session that involved wine and dessert. No boys allowed so Bucky was forced to hang out with Steve and Sam.

You felt like you could tell her anything without Wanda judging you. So you told her the century long secret you and Bucky have been hiding.

At first you were scared, of course you would. Anyone else would turn their nose up in disgust if they were to learn that you and your brother were involved in a secret relationship. Zola had used your love for one another against the both of you as emotional blackmail.

Wanda doesn't blink when you tell her. "I already knew that."

Shocked, you gape at her making Wanda break out into a smile. "H-How? We're always so careful."

"I think I know you well enough to decipher the little looks you give each other." Wanda giggles at your blush.

"You. . . You don't think it's gross?"

Picking up at the timidness in your voice, her expression softens and she gathers you up in a big hug. "Of course not. I'll admit it's unorthodox, but what can you do when your heart's in love? You can yell at it as much as you want but it can't change what the heart truly wants. And Bucky" Her lips turn up in a teasing grin "well I don't blame you for being attracted to him."

Your laugh is mixed with tears of relief and squeeze Wanda tightly in your embrace.

You really had found a true friend in Wanda. Someone else who you would fiercely protect.

A hail of bullets follow after you and Bucky. You curse the narrow, darkened hallway. No windows for a hasty escape. You'd have to find a stairwell if you hoped to get out before one of the bullets catches you.

Bucky's strong hand grips your wrist as he swings the both of you around a corner.

Voices crackled over your communicator situated in your ear. Tony had been instructing you on the layout and the easiest exits to get to. But you and Bucky were underground, messing up the signal required for communication.

Splintering pain smacks against your shoulder and you nearly fall face first from the impact were it not for Bucky's grip on you.

Eyes flashing over to your shoulder you see the bleeding exit wound. You curse under your breath. "I'm hit."

The both of you are still running through the labyrinth of halls. Bucky slows a bit, wanting to tend to you, but shouting could be heard at your heals.

"Fuck." Bucky spits when he see's the red of your life staining your uniform.

"I'm fine. We need to keep going." You urge him on, pulling at his arm but Bucky isn't moving.

His eyes don't leave your shoulder, heat raising to his face. Detachment leaves his expression void.

"Bucky!"

The transformation was instantaneous. He wasn't Bucky anymore.

"Those fuckers." His teeth grind out.

"Bucky it's fine. We need to-" He pushes you down to the ground and turns to the opposite end you'd been running from. "Bucky! Stop! We need to get out of here!" The pain in your shoulder was starting to really get to you. Blood seeps between your fingers as you attempt to put pressure upon it.

He lifts up his gun and heads straight into the fray. Moving with the precision of a well trained machine, he lets the Winter Soldier creep up on him until he was that same bloody assassin under HYDRA control. You marvel at the magnificence of your brother. He made killing look like an art form. Stray bullets graze him and bounce off the vibranium that made up his left arm. Bucky became water, weaving and flowing between your assailants. Swiftly taking them out two by two.

Finally there was silence and Bucky returns to your side. Blood spattered all over him. Most of it was from his enemies. Piercing blue eyes examine your shoulder. He kneels down and touches you gingerly.

"Are you okay, doll? Only one hit you, right?" So different from how he'd been a second ago, his voice his trembling as he checks you over.

"Ugh, I feel so stupid." You mutter while Bucky rips a piece of his pants to wrap around your shoulder. You wince when he has to tighten your impromptu bandage. Bucky flinches when he catches your wince of pain. Whispering out a soft apology. His hands are shaking though which is very unlike Bucky. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I can't stand seeing you bleed." He breathily replies. "It reminds me of what HYDRA did to you. And. . . I was unable to protect you."

You reach up and hold his hand. "Bucky. . ." His fingers squeeze the life out of your own but you could hardly care.

"It haunts me the most, more than anything else they did to me." Slowly he gathered you in his arms. Giving such care to not jostle your wounded shoulder. "Your screams. . . your blood. . ."

Wrapped up in him, you felt so small. So safe.

"And there was nothing I could do to protect the love of my life." That last part has him shuddering.

Your smile has the tears that'd been in your eyes spill over your lower lashes. You reach up to kiss him, digging your fingers into his mess of black hair.

When you pull away, his gaze is filled with stars and reverence.

"I'm still here." You remind him with another kiss. He chases after your lips when you break away to start speaking again "Lets get out of here. I'm pretty sure I've lost quite a bit of blood."

No other words needed, Bucky lifts you up in his arms and carries you the rest of the way out.

After getting checked out by the medic at the Tower, you and Bucky head to the common areas where you find the rest of the Avengers.

Wanda stands immediately and rushes to you. "Are you okay? We heard you get shot!" She spots the large bandage around your shoulder, finding the culprit.

"It's nothing." You reassure her with a smile and give her a side hug. When your attention returns to the others though. . . "Did something happen?"

All of them were staring at you and Bucky. Steve goes to Bucky and whispers something in his ear, his face grave.

Bucky goes rigid.

"You getting shot wasn't the only thing we heard. . ." Natasha reveals.

Your heart plummets. No. . .

"While your comms may not have been working, our's were." Tony sighs out. "I'm actually not surprised with your Flowers in the Attic reveal."

Seeing your disbelief, Wanda holds your arm. "Everyone has known the bond you and Bucky share."

Bruce whispers "Completely took me by surprise."

Sam rolls his eyes. "C'mon, it was obvious that there was a little more to their relationship."

You want to hide yourself away from the embarrassment. They were talking like you and Bucky weren't just standing there. This was not how you wanted the others to find out. Ideally they never would have if it were up to you.

"It's okay," Wanda pats your arm "They don't think any differently about the either of you. You guys are still our friends."

Bucky arches a brow, scanning all of the faces in the room in an attempt to detect any hidden disdain. He stares particularly hard at Tony who lifts his hands up defensively. "Hey, it's cool by me if you're schtupping your sister. I've seen enough of it in Game of Thrones that I'm completely unphased."

Natasha shakes her head. "Tony is putting it very crudely, but he's right. And so is Wanda. You and Bucky have saved all of our asses numerous times. We trust you with our lives. And, it's easy to see the genuine love you have."

"Definitely will take some getting used to, but it makes sense." Bruce casts you a gentle smile. "I highly doubt anyone will love Bucky as much as you do and vice versa. Hell, remember when Bucky nearly smashed a guy's face in at the bar? Just because he got a little handsy with you."

"Thankfully I didn't have to." Bucky fondly remembers and lovingly looks down at you. "You broke four of his fingers."

Sam laughs. "We had to pull her off of the poor guy."

Sheepishly smiling at everyone's laughter, you feel so warm inside. You worried about how they would react if the truth were ever revealed. Feared that they would shun you and Bucky. The Avengers had become your family after all. And they cherished both you and Bucky.

You grab Bucky's metal hand. His lips cock up in a curious grin.

HYDRA may still linger in the depths of your sleep, but you find solace in knowing that you and your brother Bucky have found refuge and a new purpose thanks to Steve and the rest of his friends. You could trust them with this huge part of your life.

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The Avengers make a bet...

“It was really good of Tony to organize this,” Bucky says, leaning against the wall beside Clint.

“Yeah,” Clint agrees, pushing his bunny ears up on his head. “The kids at the hospital don’t get to get out much, but hopefully we can make this a ton of fun for them. And their costumes are amazing too!”

“Did you see the one with a tiny bow and arrow?” Bucky asks, smirking. “You’ve got a couple fans in here, Hawkeye.”

“So do you, Winter Soldier,” Clint teases, gesturing at the two kids all dressed up like the Winter Soldier. “And I even saw another Bucky somewhere.”

Bucky flushes a bit, nudging Clint’s shoulder. “Don’t you have an announcement to make?”

“Damn. Alright!” Clint claps his hands loudly, drawing all attention to him. “We’re going to split you into groups now, so make sure you go to your Avenger!” The kids all erupt into cheers, parts of costumes flying into the air haphazardly.

All the kids in the room stare at him as he starts pairing them off—most of them go to Steve and Tony, which is honestly hilarious to watch. Neither of those two have any idea how to act around children, especially children that idolize them.

Nat gets a good amount as well, including one adorable little girl in a wheelchair who’s dressed up as Captain America on a motorcycle. The kids that Clint puts with Bruce all requested him specifically, and when Bruce hulks out after a little prodding, all the kids are delighted.

Even though he doesn’t really understand this holiday, Thor gets absolutely mobbed with small children who are dressed like him or Loki, and in one case, a butterfly. “These are all amazing disguises,” he booms, lifting five children into the air with one arm. “My brother would most appreciate this holiday filled with trickery and mischief!”

The remaining few children are split pretty evenly between Sam, Bucky, and Clint himself. Clint crouches down in front of his small group and grins widely at them, signing along as he speaks. “Our mission tonight is to get the most candy out of any of the groups,” he says seriously. “Do you think you can handle being Avengers for a night?”

Kai, one of the kids dressed up as Hawkeye, grins toothily and signs a big ‘yes’. A pudgy little hand slips into Clint’s and he grins as the rest of the kids all shout in excitement.

“Here we go!” Clint says, leading his group out the door. They’ve got all the Stark Industries employees who wanted to be here being paid overtime to hand out candy to the kids, to give them the truest Halloween experience SI can manage, which is pretty damn nice.

The night is a whirlwind of corralling kids and checking candy for allergies and making sure every kid is smiling, but by the end of it, every kid’s bag is full. Clint feels a little tug on his hand, and he looks down to see Kai beaming up at him. Thank you, they sign, throwing their little arms around Clint’s leg for a big hug before running off to greet their parents and show off their candy.

After the kids are all gone, Tony calls for the team’s attention. “Jarvis? Final stats, please!”

“Very well, sir,” Jarvis says. “In first place, with 332 pieces of candy, Team Spider.”

A chorus of cheers goes up—minus Tony, who boos—as Nat stands and bows, graciously accepting the bottle of primo Russian vodka that was the first prize.

“In second place, with a total of 314 pieces of candy, Team Patriotism.”

Steve blushes as he stands up and bows. “Next year, Tony doesn’t get to pick the team names.”

“In third place, we have Team Thunder with 292 pieces of candy. In fourth, Teams Smash and Squawk are tied with 282 pieces of candy. And with a three-way tie for fifth place, Teams Robocop, Birdbrain, and The Best Team Ever, with 275 pieces of candy.”

“How did I come in last place?” Tony cries indignantly.

“Perhaps because you kept eating the candy, sir,” Jarvis says dryly. “There’s always next year.”

Tony grumbles and sits back down, pouting as he snuggles into Steve’s side.

“Sorry you lost,” Bucky says, turning to Clint with a grin.

Clint shrugs, and holds up a big bag of candy. “All good, I went back and snuck another few pieces after we left each door. Told Jarvis not to count them because they were for me.”

“You gonna share those with anyone in particular?” Bucky asks, eyeing the bag hungrily.

“Depends on if you can meet my price,” Clint says slyly. “Each candy costs a kiss.”

Bucky grins at him, leaning in and kissing him. “I think I can handle that,” he murmurs, coming away with a piece of candy in his hands.

Clint grins at him. Man, Halloween is the best.

for @winterhawkbingo - Square B2: Halloween Costumes & Halloween Prompt: Whoever gets the most candy wins.

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Bucky's (30/44)

***Contains soft, safe, willing vore***

Chapter 30: Back to Bucky's

Bianca wondered, in the back of her mind, if she was making a bad decision by returning to Bucky’s, but at this point she didn’t care. She was over it. The one thing she had learned from her “Maneaters Anonymous” session was that her relationship with Gio wasn’t going to last if she had to hold herself back and keep secrets. She was fed up with ignoring her insatiable hunger. She wanted to indulge, since she had the means to do so. And why not? She wasn’t hurting anything. Those humans were at the restaurant to be eaten. That was their purpose there.

Even as she ruminated over her thoughts, though, a seed of doubt sprouted in her mind. Her ex claimed he was there against his will. Bianca wasn’t really sure if she believed him, or if he was lying because he sensed she was angry. She debated with herself whether she wanted to select him as her entrée again, or opt for another human male. She thought to herself she’d prefer to try someone new, someone fresh and delicious. Her mouth watered at the tantalizing possibilities.

The restaurant with its blaring neon red sign appeared on the horizon. Bianca stepped inside with confidence. She demanded a seat at the bar before the seating hostess got the chance to prompt her. She sat down, ordered a beer, and checked out the menu, trying to decide what to get. She ultimately decided on some chicken wings and fries—with a human entrée on top, of course. She placed her order, specifying she wanted a human male. She chugged her beer as she waited in good spirits. She wasn’t as anxious or conflicted as the last time she patronized the establishment. In fact, she felt almost carefree.

The waitress who wrote down her order came over with an apologetic grimace. “Excuse me, miss,” she addressed Bianca, “I’m sorry to say I just checked our stock of humans, and we’re all out of men right now.”

“What? Are you serious?” Bianca balked.

“We have plenty of fine ladies available for ingestion-”

“No! Not good enough!” she snapped. “I’m outta here-” She started to get out of her seat before the waitress stopped her.

“Just—hold on a second. Let me talk to the owner. Maybe he can fix this…” The waitress rushed off. Bianca sat back down in a huff, tapping her nails on the table impatiently, until Bucky showed up, wringing his hands.

“We do have one human male in stock,” he admitted. Bianca lit up. “But, the catch is, he does not taste good. Do you still want to order him? I can give you a discount.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll take him,” Bianca declared. Bucky grinned and left to fetch the human. He lumbered into the back room and pulled open the ceiling.

“Cesar!” he bellowed. “It’s finally your turn to be eaten, you lucky dog!”

Cesar had been lounging out on one of the gray couches, staring at the walls and slowly slipping into madness, when Bucky’s yell snapped him back into reality. He looked up in surprise as Bucky’s massive sausage fingers coiled around him and he was lifted out in a pudgy fist.

“Wait, for real?” Cesar gasped, hardly containing his excitement. “You’re not pulling my leg?” Bucky didn’t deign to respond, but carried him into the kitchen and handed him off to Chef Gore. Cesar let out a small squeal of joy. He was beyond ecstatic. Finally, he was able to escape his life of drudgery and boredom for some good fun.

“Change into this,” Chef Gore grunted, throwing Cesar a rubbery pair of acid-proof shorts. Since Cesar usually didn’t get served as food, he was wearing normal clothes that wouldn’t survive digestion. Cesar, still standing in the chef’s palm, stripped naked with alacrity and pulled on the shorts.

“Hey there, babygirl,” he flirted with the husky redheaded chef, rubbing his nipples on his bare chest with a wink. “Like what you see? If you ever get a hankering for a tasty hunk of man flesh, I’m right here.” The chef glared at him and rolled his eyes before plopping him onto a mountain of chicken wings with a shake of his head. He drizzled a hearty amount of sauce on the diminutive man, to conceal his distasteful natural flavor, and gave him a pill before sending him out to be eaten on a platter.

Cesar couldn’t wait to see who had ordered him as an entrée. He hoped it was somebody hot. His whole body prickled with anticipation, and perhaps the spiciness of the wing sauce. The waitress, balancing the plate in one hand, ferried him into the bar section. Cesar spied Bianca and his jaw dropped with amazement. He had hoped for the best, but this Giantess was a fucking goddess. She was divinely gorgeous, from her long, glossy black hair to her smoldering hazel eyes behind glasses that gave her an intellectual air. Her facial structure was perfectly sculpted, matching her ideal feminine form, with gigantic breasts, a slender waist, and supple curves in all the right places. If Cesar was excited before, now he was completely enraptured. The waitress set him down in front of the beautiful Giantess and he gaped up at her with stars in his eyes.

“God damn, what a fine woman!” Cesar praised out loud. He was too awestruck to care about social mores. “Oh, please, baby, eat me up!” He struck a dramatic, seductive pose on his perch of chicken wings, bit his lip, and winked at Bianca flirtatiously. He couldn’t stop himself from stroking the outside of his bulging crotch with one hand.

Bianca started and blushed, not expecting this reaction from her dinner. She had never met a human who wasn’t initially afraid of her and actually wanted to be eaten. “Are… are you serious?” she stammered, scarcely believing her good fortune. She regarded the man on her plate, with his brown skin, wavy dark hair, emerald eyes, and brilliant smile. Bucky claimed he didn’t taste good, but he certainly looked appetizing.

“Oh, babe, I couldn’t be more serious! I’m all yours!” Cesar sang. “Let me see those pearly whites.” Bianca gave him an uncertain smile, and he swooned with delight. “Ah! Such perfect teeth, to match a perfect smile!”

Bianca giggled and flushed again. She enjoyed Cesar’s zest, so unlike the other humans she had met. She plucked him up off the chicken wings and drew him in towards her mouth. He traced the sensual curve of her luscious lip, plump and soft like a body pillow, with his hand. Bianca quivered under his touch, her lips parting with hungry anticipation. To her surprise, Cesar vaulted over her lower lip and climbed up into her mouth. Bianca slurped his legs all the way inside and sampled his flavor. Underneath the sauce, her tongue detected a sort of canned, meaty taste, not exactly good but not terrible either. Bianca didn’t care about that, though. She could feel his small body shaking slightly in the curve of her tongue, but with exhilaration instead of fear. His excitement was infectious. Her mouth watered, drenching him with drool.

Cesar never thought the day would come, when he could indulge in his wildest fantasy. And it was better than he had ever imagined. He was surrounded by wet, fleshy warmth, in the intimate embrace of the massive tongue beneath him. He lamented that he didn’t taste better, but at least the Giantess hadn’t spat him out in disgust. She seemed to be enjoying herself regardless, judging by the low hum of satisfaction that emanated from her throat and vibrated through his body. She rolled him around on her tongue, cleaning every drop of sauce off his body. Cesar went limp as he allowed himself to be eaten, indulging in the sensual experience. He admired all the details of the inside of her mouth, that were so familiar and yet so foreign when blown up on such a vast scale: the cage of gargantuan white teeth around him, the elegant pink arch of the roof of her mouth, the gullet swooping down into the dark abyss of the throat, the moist red tonsils and uvula. Cesar was nudged back by the tongue, his legs sliding down the curve into the fleshy chute below. He prepared himself as the powerful throat muscles gripped his legs and dragged him down. He plunged down her throat, squeezed tightly on all sides as her colossal body throbbed around him.

Cesar was momentarily filled with an instinctive panic at the crushing force confining him as he slid down into the depths. However, he swiftly regained his wits and basked in the thrill of the new sensations. His feet suddenly entered an open space, wriggling freely, and the rest of his body passed through a ring of muscle and dropped into the hollow cavity below. His journey was complete; he was inside the stomach. He marveled at the fact that he was inside a much larger person, far closer and more intimate than he had ever been before, in tune with the rhythm and movements of her body. He waded through the acid, exploring the Giantess’s inner world. He groped his hands along the slimy, pulsing walls, fascinated and enthralled, and settled himself in.

Bianca could feel his every movement and caress from within. She squirmed in her chair with delight, forgetting entirely about the rest of her meal as she savored the feeling she’d been longing for. She had eaten a man whole before, obviously, but this time was different. She experienced a unique connection or union that was unprecedented for her. His comforting presence in her gut, full and alive, made her feel less unwanted. Finally, she had found someone who was willing to fulfill her voracious impulses.

Bianca relaxed in bliss until it was time to let Cesar out. The waitress stopped by to give her the rope and bowl. As Bianca swallowed one end of the rope to pull the man out of her stomach, Bucky regarded her pensively. He had an idea. Cesar had been mostly useless to him up to this point, since the human lacked the sufficient quality required to be a restaurant-grade food ingredient. He saw an opportunity to offload the defective ingredient and perhaps make some money in the process. He casually sauntered over after Bianca had dropped the human into the bowl. The two were gazing upon each other with a sort of tender awe over the special time they had shared.

Cesar went rigid upon Bucky’s arrival. Bucky circled his huge hand around the bowl, signaling his ownership of the tiny being within. Cesar shifted with discomfort away from his hand, clearly unsettled. He was fully aware of the barbarity that Bucky was capable of.

“I have a proposition for you,” Bucky said smoothly to the Giantess with the shadow of a smirk on his lips. Bianca listened. “I’m willing to offer you a discount to purchase this human, since he is not very useful to me. Normally, the price for fatal ingestion is astronomical, as you know, but I’ll sell him to you for... let’s say... 8,000 Big Bucks?” Cesar perked up with astonishment at this suggestion that he might have a chance to go free and escape his lamentable fate.

However, Bianca balked at the quoted price. “I can’t afford that,” she confessed. She glanced down with regret at Cesar, who looked back at her, with those bright emerald orbs, with desperate longing. Her chest twisted into knots. She realized her ex had been telling the truth: The humans really were prisoners at the restaurant, treated like food instead of people.

Bucky suspected Bianca was not rich enough, so he anticipated he would have to lower his price. “4,000 Big Bucks.”

Bianca shook her head. “1,000 BB,” she counteroffered.

Bucky scoffed. “Absolutely not.” He scooped up the bowl in his meaty paw and started to walk away.

“Wait!” Bianca cried. “How about... 2,000?” She winced.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “3,000.”

“2,500.”

“2,700 and I’ll throw in some human pills as a bonus.”

Bianca gritted her teeth. She looked down at Cesar again. “Alright. 2,700 Big Bucks.”

Bucky grinned, pleased to be making a quick buck. He briskly waddled to the back to wash off the human while Bianca reluctantly shelled out the huge sum of cash. Cesar was in shock. He couldn’t believe his fortune had changed so abruptly. He was going to be free of this hideous place, once and for all. Bucky carried him back out to the dining area, still dripping in his thick calloused hand. Cesar suddenly found himself in slimmer, more elegant hands, pleasant and soft. He looked up into the hazel eyes, shining with fondness, of the attractive Giantess.

She carried him outside, and Cesar’s vision blurred with tears as he beheld the sun and sky for the first time in who knew how long. The sun was setting, sinking down towards the horizon and painting the sanguine sky with glowing streaks of gold, orange, and purple. The scene was striking, possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, excluding the Giantess who had freed him. Her towering form glowed with light and shadow from the sunset.

“You don’t have to stay with me, if you don’t want to,” Bianca uttered solemnly. “I’ll be happy to take you wherever you need to go.”

“Girl, don’t you worry about that!” Cesar laughed. “My life was a total train wreck before I got sent to Bucky’s. I don’t want to go back.” He turned around in her palm to focus on her face. “I’m more than happy to go to your house and be your little man-slave! You can do whatever nasty little things you want to me!” He winked and licked his full lips.

Bianca laughed. She loved his sense of humor and adventure. She walked off into the resplendent sunset, towards the dazzling light, casting long shadows behind her.

Chapter 31

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