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astro-rain · 3 years

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chapter sixteen — “aftermath”

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word count: 1.5k

synopsis: steve finds bucky a bit stressed and acting (only slightly) neurotic. he aims to uncover the source of his best friend’s conflict... and he’s not surprised at the answer.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N:] ‘doll dizzy’ is 40’s slang for “a boy who is crazy about girls” also this is kind of a filler chapter, sorry :(

The walk back to his living quarters was hazy and slow. His mind went back and forth from scattered to blank, in complete disbelief that what just happened happened. It was surreal; it almost felt like it didn't happen.

It wasn't... supposed to happen. They were supposed to be friends. Conceptually he knew this, but then she was there and she was so close and her hands were on him and she was saying such sweet, gentle things.

Briefly, so Bucky touched his lips lightly with the pads of his index and middle finger. If he focused hard enough, he could still feel it, feel her. Before he could dig himself another grave, the rational part of his brain yanked him back to reality.

Did he ruin everything? After all, it was him that leaned in this time. How different would they be from the last time the two of them got too close? The rumination would've continued, but the voice of a blonde super soldier interrupted his thoughts.

"Buck, you day drinkin' now?" Steve called, jokingly.

"What?"

"You look drunk."

Post fuck up delirium? He bet he looked like an idiot. To be honest, he felt a little inebriated after what he just experienced.

"I can't get drunk."

"Yeah, that's why I'm confused."

"I just..." he trailed off, thinking of an excuse, "was on a run. That's all."

As Bucky walked up to him, he could more clearly see the confusion on Steve's face.

"In those clothes?"

"...yes."

"Whatever you say, pal..."

Bucky didn't have time for so many questions! He didn't even have time to think; he had no idea what he was going to do, what was going to happen. Then Steve started talking again.

"Hey, Sam and I were going to-"

"I gotta go," Bucky interrupted, needing to find someplace to suffer through his thoughts.

"Buck-"

"I'll see ya later."

From there, he left his best friend more confused than when he found him.

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Bucky paced around his room, his worried, worried mind running in circles. In the heat of the moment, she said she wouldn't leave, but how could she not? And what the fuck was transference? Was that what was actually happening? Even if it was, how could she condone his actions? There was no way she could stay after that! Right?

The rest of the session was so awkward and they left things in such a weird place and Bucky was so confused but also feeling all sorts of other things and-

"Bucky."

He turned to see Steve march through the entryway with a kind of glorious purpose only Steve Rogers seemed to have.

He sighed. "What do you need?"

"What is up with you, man?"

"What?"

"What's up with you? You're acting weird."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong!"

"You're a terrible liar," he deadpanned with a hint of a smile.

"I'm actually a good liar. I just... got a lot on my mind, okay? So, you can go be a worryin' geezer somewhere else. I'll be just fine."

"Geezer? Did you forget that you're literally older than me?"

"Shut up," Bucky all but pouted, too frazzled to muster up some creative banter. "Punk."

"Just tell me what's wrong, ya jerk."

He knew Steve wouldn't budge. At first he thought, stubborn ass. But then, he remembered how Y/N said Steve's stubbornness was something she really respected about him.

Bucky sighed, giving in and slouching into a chair near his bed. "It's Y/N."

"The... therapist?"

"Yes. The therapist."

"What about her? Did she do something? Is this another Zemo situation?"

Steve's voice got more defensive with each word. Like he was ready to kick someone's ass if need be. Steve Rogers: loyal to a fault. What else is new?

"No! No, nothing like that. Things are just... kinda complicated..."

"Complicated how?"

Yeah, how exactly was he supposed to explain this part? He didn't want to reveal any details and get her fired. Obviously. Steve wouldn't tell anyone anything that would get Bucky in trouble. That much he knew. But with Y/N, he wasn't sure. He decided to play it safe, proving that he was, in fact, a good liar. Or, at least a good only-tell-certain-parts-of-the-truth-er.

"Complicated like she might leave."

"Why would she leave? Are you guys done with the therapy?"

"Not exactly. It's... things between us are... odd."

"Odd?" Steve asked, clearly wanting some kind of elaboration.

"Yes," Bucky said curtly, giving him nothing of the sorts.

Steve stared at him for a moment, and it looked like he was trying to solve a math problem in his head. Bucky almost laughed.

"Buck, you didn't..."

"Didn't what?!"

"She's your therapist!" he exclaimed, although he didn't look very upset. More so surprised.

Now Bucky was starting to lose his composure. "What are you talking about?!"

"Well, I guess you really are getting back your old self because this is probably what he would do."

Did he just get called a man slut?

"What is that supposed to mean?" he crossed his arms.

"You've always been... what'd we used to call it? 'Doll dizzy?' Yeah. It's making a reappearance."

"I-..." Bucky exasperated.

Okay, maybe he was a little doll dizzy back when he was a kid, but now? Certainly not now. That's ridiculous.

"What? You're gonna look at me and you're gonna tell me that I'm wrong?"

"What exactly are you implying?"

"Are you..." he stuttered, slightly embarrassed, thinking of how to choose his words, "being intimate... with your therapist?"

If he wasn't preoccupied with worrying about his psychologist leaving, he might have laughed at Steve's awkwardness.

"What! No! It's not like that!" He felt flustered.

Steve laughed. He fucking laughed. "Then what?"

Bucky rubbed his eyes, groaning in annoyance. "We're... just friends."

Well, they were supposed to be. He's not sure what they were now... or what was going to happen. Beforehand, any cursed feelings he had were just that: feelings. They were in the back of his mind, barely making themselves conscious long enough to be known, long enough for him to be fully aware of them. But now, he felt like an exposed nerve, feeling all too much too fast.

"Just friends?" he raised his brows in disbelief.

"Yeah, just... yeah..."

"I think you guys look at each other a little too long to be just friends..."

Bucky scoffed. "What does that even mean?"

"I saw you two at the bonfire."

"Okay? Whatdya want, a trophy?"

"Yeah, yeah. And whenever she wasn't looking at you, you were gawkin' at her."

"I don't gawk," he rolled his eyes.

"Oh, but you do."

"And since when are you tracking everyone's eye movements?"

"You were subtle, I'll give you that. But I know ya, Buck. And I'm observant."

"Yeah, and I'm screwed."

"Why?"

"'Cause she's probably gonna leave now. I mean, she said she didn't have to, but she'll probably think everything over and end up leaving."

"What, 'cause you looked at her?"

"No, 'cause I kissed her!"

A smile grew on Steve's face. "I knew it."

Once more, Bucky let out a loud and annoyed groan of frustration. "Man, I fucked up. I had a good thing going for me... god damn transference... shit."

"Transference?"

"It's a thing she told me about, it's like... apparently my feelings about something else get transferred to her, so I don't really feel that way about her, but it seems like I do... I think."

"That's... a thing?"

"Apparently- I don't know," Bucky flailed his hands, beginning to pace again. "That's what she told me at least."

"Well... did she kiss you back?"

Bucky stopped moving.

"She did..." he said, while realizing that, yes, she actually did kiss him back and shocked that she... actually kissed him back.

He guessed his mind hadn't caught up to him yet. He hadn't analyzed their actions and each physical change between them. He guessed he was still stuck in that moment. In his head, they were still kissing.

"That's a good sign... right?" Steve shrugged.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, brain all but malfunctioning. "I don't know what it is. I don't know anything anymore. I'm a crummy patient..."

"Oh, come on. What happened to Brooklyn's ladies man?"

"He fell off a train."

Steve looked only slightly mortified, but it made Bucky laugh. Comedic catharsis seemed to ease the tension in his chest.

"Look," Bucky started, "she's like the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. And I think I might've ruined it. I just want things to be okay with us... I don't want her to leave."

"Did you talk to her about it?"

"No, we ended the session early 'cause of me. It was... awkward after."

"Well, go talk to her then!"

"I can't, I just left. I wanna at least give her some space."

"You didn't seem to care about space earlier," Steve teased.

Bucky smacked his best friend's arm. "Would you cut it out!"

"Wait, but how did it happen? Like did you just leap up and grab her face? How did it go down?"

"I'm gonna kill you."

"I thought I was the wing man! I need details!"

Bucky turned. "Oh yeah, wingman? How's Sharon?"

Steve shut up.

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Request from anon: Hi, I really enjoy your writing, particularly your Zemo fics! I had an idea for one that basically follows the while y/n joining Sam, Bucky, and Zemo through Madirpoor and Riga. Only despite Zemo’s flirting, y/n doesn’t really do anything about it or even notice until y/n along with Sam and Bucky witness Walker (New Captian America) murder a flag smasher in the street. They all go back to the safe house and y/n is like, in shock. “Captian America just killed someone” is all y/n can really say. And Zemo is able to calm them down. Maybe the romance can start then?

Word count: 3.4k

Author’s note: This one-shot can be multiple parts, if you would like to see a sequel please say! If I do decide to write a sequel though it will take me a while as I’ve had a lot of requests, please check out my master list to see what I have coming up next and if requests are currently open or not

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Heels clicked along the pavement as you sashayed along the road, approaching the men before you, two of which you know fondly. The other one, however... not so much.

They all stood close together in a circle, obviously discussing something important but at hearing your voice call out their heads turn towards you, a smile appearing on Sam and Bucky’s faces as they see you. “Long time no see boys,” you say, stopping a few feet away from them to lean on a wall.

They both walk over to you, Bucky pulling you into and hug then followed by Sam hugging you tightly. “Thank you for agreeing to help us out y/n. I know things haven’t been easy for you,”

You fake a smile at Bucky, one you hoped he wouldn’t see past resting your arm around his shoulder. “Anything for my friends,”

He was right, though. These times haven’t been easy for you, especially after Steve Rodgers left. Captain America had always been your idol, ever since you were a little kid you aspired to be just like him. You collected all the Captain America merchandise along with your brother Phil, always arguing with him who owned which toy of his. Meeting Steve had been a dream come true for you. He was the person you were closest to. He helped you come to terms with your brother’s death and whenever you needed help; he was there. You two stuck together through the thick and thin. That’s was how you got to become good friends with Sam and Bucky. You and Steve have always had a complicated relationship, though. You two liked each other and tried to see if you could be something more, but it never seemed to work out. Then Thanos happened. You, along with half the universe, were dusted. For you it was as if you had simply blinked however for Steve it was five years without you. You barely got to see each other again before he went away for good. You couldn’t hate him for it, you understood why he did what he did. He was always telling you about the ’40s, about his childhood, about her. You just wished you weren’t so connected with him. Seeing him there, old, dying. It broke your heart. But times move on. You can’t live in the past as he did.

Your eyes focus on the man behind Sam and Bucky and you frown, pulling your arm away from Bucky. A man you never thought you would see again was staring right back at you.

He stood a few feet back, knowing he wasn’t welcomed in the warm reunion of friendship. He clasped his hands, unsure what exactly he should do right now, feeling awkward, but as he looked over at you his eyes twinkled with recognition. Now you had been interesting to him. You weren’t a super soldier like Steve and James. Yet you certainly could hold your own against them. He had seen when he had first activated James. No, your strength and fighting abilities were down to your own human powers and he admired that. You were one of the few avengers he might have had an inkling to like if the Sokovia attack never happened. Still, it wasn’t as if you were to blame for it. The people who were to blame had suffered for it. You were merely the pawn in the giant game of chess. Perhaps he could grow to like you, after all, he could admit you were certainly tempting to him, the way your body was shaped excited him, the way your neck was shaped made him want to brush his fingers along it and your piercing eyes felt like they could look into the darkest corners of his soul.

“Why is he out of prison?” you snap, bringing Zemo out of his trance

Sam turns to scowl at Bucky as you all turn to Zemo, who awkwardly smiles. “Bucky thinks we need him,” Sam mutters

“Why would we need him!” you exclaim, crossing your arms and shooting Bucky a glare.

“I am invaluable,” Zemo explains with his hands, his eyes unwavering from you as he answers for Bucky.

“He hates super-soldiers, therefore he will help us in getting to Karli,” Bucky says, stepping in front of your eyesight trying to explain himself.

“That also means he hates you, Buck,”

All of them freeze as you address the elephant in the room. Bucky grits his teeth and steps back, averting your gaze as you and Sam stare expectedly at him but he doesn’t respond so Zemo takes his opportunity to step closer to you, now only a few feet apart.

“I can assure you, getting rid of Karli and her super soldier friends is my priority. Not James,”

You clench your jaw in anger as you look at Zemo. He tilts his head, the side of his lip curling up slightly, hoping you’d take a chance on him. Sighing, you turn to shoot one more look at Bucky.

“Steve wouldn’t have liked this,”

Later you sat across from Zemo on his private jet. All of you sat in uncomfortable silence as you flew to Madripoor. Sam and Bucky did not seem as close as you were to both of them. They both just sat on their respective sides and looked out the window. Zemo had a book on him which he seemed very preoccupied reading, yet there were moments where you could feel his eyes settle upon you. Ignoring his inquisitive gaze, you choose to follow in Bucky and Sam’s lead of looking out the window and daydream the rest of the trip away.

Your mind trails back to Steve. You wondered just what Steve would have thought about you teaming up with Zemo. He would have understood, wouldn’t he? It was the best option you had. Ah, but he had always been such a stickler about the rules. Breaking a criminal out and helping him avoid the law wasn’t very patriotic of you. Yep, he would not have gone through with this plan, he would have found another way that worked. But none of the people here were him. He choose not to be here. You knew you had to let him go.

“Champagne?”

You pull your eyes away from the window, coming back to reality as you see a bottle of champagne in Zemo’s hand and an empty glass in his other hand. He already had another glass full beside him as he looked at you expectantly.

“No,”

“Sure?”

“What part of no do you not understand,” you snap harshly glaring at him then back out to the window

“My apologies,” he says, pursing his lips together as he looks down at the empty glass. He glances over to Sam and Bucky but they both shake their heads as well so he hands the glass and drinks back to his butler and sighs as he opens his book again.

The tension between all of you sticks around as you arrive at Madripoor. Zemo had provided you a tight-fitting dress to ‘appear the part’ of your allice, and it showed off a bit too much of your chest than you liked. It was too bright for you, golden and sparky, cutting off at your upper tight, and had a very low v cut. You try your best to pull it down to cover you some more but to no avail. Begrudgingly, you leave the plane to meet up with the rest of them.

“My my y/n, the dress suits you,” Zemo says, smirking as his eyes trail up and down your body as you walk past him taking a straight beeline towards Sam and Bucky.

“How long will this mission take?” you ask, already feeling the cold air nip at your skin.

“Few hours at the least. I’m sorry that you have to do this, y/n”

“Hey, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to help you two,” you mutter as you hear a car pulling up behind you

“Not exactly this though,” Bucky grumbles, glowering over at Zemo who motions to the car that had arrived. Zemo opens the door and waits for you to get in however you walk to the other side of the car and get in. Bucky chuckles at Zemo’s annoyed expression as he instead gets into the side, which Zemo held open.

During the mission, Zemo kept getting uncomfortably close to you. Occasionally his hand brushed against your back as he moved past you, or his hand would bump into yours slightly, lingering against yours longer than normal.

You knew why he was doing this. Because of Steve. He knew how close you and Steve were, everyone did. During the fight between Steve and Tony which Zemo had helped cause you stuck by Steve every second. Now that Steve was gone, Zemo was trying to rub that in. Trying to irritate you on purpose. You would not let him get to you.

During the meeting with Selby you stood off to the side with Sam and you were feeling pretty good about yourself that the mission was going well until Sam’s phone rang. You tried to keep cool while also giving Sam the wtf look as to why he didn’t put his phone on silent. You hung out hoping things would go okay, but today wasn’t your day.

Shelby got gunned down in front of you, and the mission was ruined. Running in heels wasn’t ideal, but you had to make do. You followed Sam and Bucky as Zemo split up from you, running off somewhere else. Eventually, you kicked off your heels, believing running barefoot would be better than dealing with the agony of heels.

Finally, meeting back up with Zemo, you were ready to have to fight your way out of this mess, but then someone you didn’t think you would ever see again appeared. Sharon Carter. You two weren’t exactly buddy buddies. You got along for Steve’s sake, but it always felt like a sort of rivalry between you two for his attention.

“Y/n,” she says, finally addressing you

“Sharon,” you say back, feeling the awkwardness seep back in. Sharon didn’t seem bothered however, she even kindly let you have some new clothes and shoes which were much more comfortable than the ones Zemo lent you and more your style.

Walking back into the main room you see Zemo sitting down, once again drinking, Bucky sitting down as far away from Zemo as he could get and Sam standing at the side. You choose to stand by Sam.

“Hey, y/n, you doing okay?” Sam asks as you walk over.

“Better than other days. What are we waiting around for?”

“For Sharon to lead us to a party where she can get the information we need,” Zemo answers for Sam, peeking over at you. You ignore him.

Sharon comes back in and tells all of you not to get in trouble while you are out at the party.

“Trouble,” Zemo jokes, and he once again glances over to you, raising a glass and winking at you as he downs it.

Following Sharon, you head into the party. It was to show off the art pieces she had got a hold of so you thought you might as well look at them as you were unlikely to see any of these genuine pieces again. You could see however Zemo following you. He tried to be sly by checking out the other artworks near you, never exactly where you were, but you could tell because every time you moved to a new place soon enough Zemo would suddenly appear there as well. He leaned into one of the artworks, pretending to study it closely, but the corner of his eyes would flick over to you.

Groaning in frustration at your new stalker, you decide you had to lose him in the crowds. Swaying your body, you enter the dancing crowd and jump along to the music, letting yourself go. You could feel your excitement growing with the crowd as you danced, but with one quick turn around there, you saw him.

Zemo had now entered the crowd and was dancing along to the music as well, pumping his hands in time to it. As you stared at him in disbelief, he notices and takes that as an innovation to dance over to you.

“Dancing is fun, right?” he asks as he claps his hand to the music

“Why are you doing this!” you exclaim glaring at him.

His eyebrows furrow as he looks at you, “I don’t understand what you mean?”

You huff in annoyance and storm away, going to find Sam and Bucky leaving Zemo alone on the dance floor. He watches you go and sighs, moving away from the dance floor. It had been a long time since he last got to socialize with anyone and he was trying with you; he wanted to know you more, but he didn’t want to push you too far either if you were uncomfortable with it.

The next few hours felt like a blur to everyone. Sharon found out where the doctor was and you found out a bit of information before Zemo choose to shoot him. Then the whole place exploded, and you had to fight for your life while Zemo hijacked and car to pick you up. Now you were standing outside the safe house.

Zemo opened up the doors, and with his arm motioned for you to go in first. You roll your eyes at his extravagance and storm in, looking around the place. It was simple, but you could still tell that it was all designer, expensive to Zemo’s tastes. You sit down on the sofa while Zemo instantly gravitates towards the liquor cupboard.

“If you drink so much you won’t have long left to live” you mutter as you watch him pour some whiskey. His head shoots up as he turns sidewards to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Concerned about my health now?”

“I’d rather have you not pass out during a mission, at least till you are no longer of use to us then you can drink yourself to death for all I care,”

“Ah concern for the mission, yes you avengers folks are all the same. The mission takes precedence before anything else,” Zemo says, grabbing his glass and walking over to take a seat on the sofa opposite you.

You give him a cold hard stare crossing your arms. “What do you mean by that” you hiss

He tilts his head, smirking as he sees how riled up you were getting. “I’m simply observing that you have to put your mission before human lives. I know from how much I studied Steve-”

“Don’t bring Steve into this!” you exclaim, leaning forward, baring your teeth at him.

Zemo pauses for a moment shocked, he pulls his head back to observe, his mouth slightly ajar as his eyebrows cast down but realization dawns across his face.

“Ah, you and Steve, you two were an item,”

“It wasn’t like that” you murmur, jumping up from the sofa and pacing around the room to try to alleviate the agitation you felt, your nails digging into your arms as you wrapped them around your body in comfort.

“But there was something,” Zemo replies, watching you pace around the room then looking into the glass bitterly, his grip on it tightening.

You turn your back to Zemo to stare at your reflection in the mirror, seeing the tears swell up in your eyes.

“Why are you bringing this up? Why do you keep trying to annoy me Zemo, what purpose are you getting from this apart from some sick sadistic pleasure?”

It was Zemo’s turn to jump up from the sofa, hurt you could ever think so lowly of him, his eyebrows furrowed as he speeds over to you. He stands beside you, getting a lot closer to you than you would like. You turned your head away so he couldn’t see the tears threatening to fall.

“Do you think that bad of me? Y/n we may not have had the best first impression but know that it is never my intention to irritate or upset you,” Zemo says, trying to move even closer to you, but he moves a step too far and you back away.

“Just leave me alone, Zemo” you whisper, then run out of the room to find a bathroom to let everything out.

Zemo watches your form leave, angrily clenching his jaw, knowing he pushed it too far. The vein in his neck twitches as he grabs an ornament by the side of the mirror. Holding it in his hand, he observes the glass figure, a dove, then chucks it into the ground in rage, feeling an inkling of satisfaction at seeing it smash into a thousand pieces. He grabs more ornaments, at that moment not caring how much they each cost, just enjoy the release of anger he felt every time he smashed one.

You could hear the blood in your brain roar through your ears, the feeling of your heart hitting your chest in shock as you stared down at Lemar’s dead body.

Your eyes flicker to John’s who knelt beside him, trying desperately to wake him up, but you knew it was hopeless. Lemar was gone. Your eyes flickered around the rest of the room, Karli and her friend realising how bad they have messed up were already running away from the room. Bucky and Sam looked at each other as if knowing what was to happen. Your eyes finally land on Zemo’s. John had tried to arrest him, but you were able to stop him. Zemo was still useful though you hated to admit it, it wasn’t long however till the Dora Milaje would find him.

You feel a hand brush against your shoulder and snap back into reality, “We need to leave, now,” Zemo whispered in your ear, pulling your arm to make you move.

Gathering your senses, you let Zemo lead you out of the building as you hear a crash from above. Running out into the road, you and Zemo catch up beside Sam and Bucky and watch the disaster unfold.

There was John, in Cap’s uniform, holding Cap’s shield above that man.

Steve.

Steve’s shield.

You feel a scream tear from your lips as you watch John Walker bring the shield down, penetrating the man’s chest, staining it in blood. Tears leak from your eyes as you attempt to rush forward, to try and stop it, but arms grasp onto you, pulling you back.

“NO” you repeatedly cried, trying to worm your way out of the grasp, but they gripped you, refusing to let go. Your knees gave out and you sink to the floor, collapsing in the arms of the person who held you, your head buried in the fur part of their coat as they held you to their chest.

You kept sobbing, shaking as the image replayed over and over in your mind.

“Captain America just killed someone,” you whispered, unable to say anything else. The arms which held you picked you up, quietly shushing you, and carried you down a road, back into the safe house.

They tried to put you on the sofa but you clung to their body, not believing you could survive without their support, so they settle on lying down beside you on the sofa.

They turned you to face their body as their arms draped around you, gently rubbing circles into your back. Burying your head into their chest again, you let the sobs wail out as your chest ached from breathing.

“Captain America just killed someone,” you whisper again to him.

“That wasn’t Steve, y/n, Steve would never do something like that,” he murmured, his accent soothing your nerves.

“But it was his shield Zemo. The very thing I had idolized for so long,”

“A shield which by now no longer belongs to him. He was never Captain America y/n, what we just saw proved that. They will give the shield to someone better,”

You sniff, trying to prevent the snot from coming out of your nose as your bloodshot eyes look up into his, “Really?”

He gently smiles at you, taking his hand off your back to push a strand of hair that was hanging over your eye away.

“Yes, they won’t make the same mistake twice,”

Zemo’s words brought more comfort than you could have ever imagined. His embrace brought you warmth and you could feel yourself slowly stop shaking as he held you. Looking away from Zemo in embarrassment, you instead choose to snuggle your head back into his chest, hearing the rapid beating of his heart which lulled you to sleep.

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wearebothdrunk · 3 years

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Omygod i just finished watching starwars and i kinda have an idea like maybe a jedireader? Or a jedi-like-reader where theyre in madripoor right, then they got attacked and she like "hold up let me handle it" AND SHE PULLED OUT HER LIGTHSABERS 😭😭 sam (and maybe zemo) geek out and bucky was like "i am so confused but that shits amazing"

Hi! of course!

“ A friend from work ”

pairing: Bucky x fem!reader (stark)

Word counting: 2186

Summary: You basicaly save Sam´s and Bucky´s ass in Madripoor.

warnings: nightmares

a/n: I had to do some changes to your requests to be more Marvel so i hope you like it anyway! I love the request.

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*gif not mine*

Since your father died you have been supporting your mother Pepper and your younger sister Morgan. Pepper was not your biological mother but she always took care of you, even before she and your father started dating.

Without your dad and Nat and Steve, the Avengers seemed more lost than ever. You still helped and were Sam's backup on his missions but it wasn't the same. Your whole family had fallen apart, Thor was with the guardians of the galaxy, Clint retired, Bruce had enough with the avengers, and Wanda was taking some time for herself. You were left with Sam and Bucky. You were pretty good friends with Sam, but with Bucky...... let's just say it's complicated. You liked him for a while, but you didn't want to put your father in an uncomfortable situation, so you always put him first, even if it was very hard sometimes.

One day you were just relaxing on the couch when you looked at the tv and saw the news report saying that the criminal Zemo had escaped from prison. You immediately called Sam.

"Pick up Sam, come on-" you said.

you heard a voice on the other side " y/n? is everything okay?" you heard Sam´s voice

"No! Zemo has escaped from prison in case you haven't heard the news!"

" Really?!" he said but not very convincingly

You started to get suspicious. He seemed to already know about what was happening, but if he knew, why didn't he tell you? unless.....

"You're with him, aren't you?" you said straight out. "no, no, no, why would you think that y/n?" he was really trying to convince you

"Why did you do that Sam?! you know it's dangerous, what the hell were you thinking?"

" relax y/n. me and Bucky need him for a mission, he is just a means to an end" he finally said

"Are you with Bucky?" you asked. You missed him even if he was just a friend, he was special to you.

"Yes, but he is fine, don't worry! I have to go now! Goodbye, take care y/n"

he hung up.

Sam knew about your little crush on Bucky. He was like a best friend to you and if you couldn't count on his advice, then you wouldn't count on anyone.

Like your father you always wanted to help the Avengers in any way you could, so obviously you wouldn't be left out of this mission. In one of the upgrades you made to Sam's suit you added a tracker device in case he was kidnapped. It was the perfect time to use it! You pulled up a chair, sat down, and began tinkering with the gadgets your father had previously bought and used. You wanted him to be here with you but unfortunately, that was impossible so keeping his legacy alive was the closest you could get.

"Yes, found you!" You shouted in joy

"What city is this? Ma... Madripoor?" you asked yourself

"Well I hope it's worth it Sam Wilson because otherwise I'm gonna kick your ass"

You called Happy to get a flight for you. It was hard to convince him but you managed to convince him by saying you needed a short vacation.

* After 5 hours

You finally got to your destination, it felt like it took days to get there. Madripoor was a poor, dark and dirty city, you didn't like it there at all.

You got on your bike and headed towards the location of the suit. After about 10 minutes you arrived where Sam and Bucky were supposed to be according to your device.

"But this is just a car!" you said angrily.

Suddenly you heard gunshots and breaking glass and three unrecognizable men, at first.

"Y/N?! What the fuck are you doing here!?" Sam shouted, placing you behind a container to protect you from the bullets that were being fired at the four of you.

"Stand back!" you shouted at them, standing up.

You quickly took out the gun that was stuck inside your long leather jacket. You pointed the gun and in three seconds and without making a sound the gunshots stopped, just like magic.

"What the fuck was that? " Sam said surprised

" I am so confused but that shits amazing," bucky said with his mouth open giving a small smile.

"what are you waiting for?!! to die? get in the car now!" you shouted at them

The four of you ran quickly to the car and got in. Zemo started the car and luckily you managed to escape in time.

"what was that y/n?" sam asked

" it's just a prototype I made from a project my dad was working on before.... you know what. it works with extremely strong lasers that can demagnetize any weapon."

" That's fucking awesome!" Bucky said

you smiled. you loved being praised for your work but being praised by Bucky felt different to you.

" Well, thank you, Bucky!"

" Don't thank Bucky. I appreciate what you did back there but this is super dangerous. Your dad and Steve wouldn't approve any of this and-" you interrupted him.

"Guess what? My dad's not here! Why? Because he sacrificed his life to save the world! And Uncle Steve isn't here anymore, so stop thinking about what they would think of me!"

sam looked at you with concern. He felt obligated to protect you since your father couldn't.

For a moment the car was filled in awkward silence until Zemo decided to open his mouth.

"No one told me about a fourth member of the team. Sorry, pretty girl, but you won't be able to continue this trip with us" Zemo said.

"You are not in charge of anything, we are. If y/n hadn't appeared out of anywhere, we would be probably dead. So I advise you to keep your mouth shut and play your only role if you don't want to go to prison again" Bucky said with his eyes fixed firmly on Zemo.

Zemo swallowed.

" well, but there aren't enough beds," Zemo said in a low voice, barely audible.

" don't worry, she can sleep in my bed, I sleep on the floor," Bucky said without even blinking

You felt butterflies in your stomach. You were going to be in the same space as Bucky for more than 5 minutes, you were nervous that you would say something stupid or give him the wrong idea.

"Oh, you don't have to.

(oh yes, you do.)

" Of course I do. " Bucky looked at you with intensity as if he needed to do this.

* after 20 minutes*

"These are your rooms. All beds are already made and your bags will be taken to your respective rooms Mr. Zemo" the woman said.

"Thank you, my dear," Zemo said kissing the lady's hand

"Well, these are your rooms. I don't want anything ruined and I don't want any noise because I am very tired. Good night fellows" Zemo went directly to his room and closed the door leaving the three of you alone.

" I'm just going downstairs to see if they can get me an extra blanket," Bucky said leaving you and Sam alone. Things between you two were still a little awkward from earlier.

" y/n, I don't want us to be on bad terms. You have to understand that I care about you" Sam broke the silence

" Sam, I know and I care about you too, but you have to realize that we are almost the same age and I don't need to have a babysit."

"I know, I know. No hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings," you said shaking his hand and pulling him for a hug

"So, what's this about you sleeping in the same room as Bucky? y/n I'm watching you like a falcon" sam joked

"Relax! He's just a friend from work"

" I have the blanket here. I'm going to bed now, good night". Bucky said to you two

"oh, I'm going with you, that way I can help you make your bed. it's the least I can do since you don´t let me sleep on the floor"

You both said your goodbyes to sam and went to your room.

Bucky spread out a blanket next to the bed where you were going to stay and laid down.

"You´re not gonna even put a pillow? Take this one I have too many." you said to him

"No! I don't want a pillow" Bucky said, throwing you the pillow again.

You got up and started to make his "bed" more comfortable. "You're not going to sleep on the floor like that, Buck-" he interrupted what you were doing by grabbing your arm and looking you straight in the eye. "I don't need that y/n. I'm used to sleeping on the floor."

You looked at him shocked. "You are used to it?!"

"Yes," he said hesitantly.

"Why Bucky?" you asked.

" I don't feel comfortable enough to sleep in a fluffy comfortable bed, not after all the people I have killed and all the lives I ruined. Every night I have nightmares to remind me of that" he said as if it was something natural to him.

" Buck....... You can't feel that way. You deserve a hundred soft, comfortable beds, you deserve to have a happy life. You didn't kill those people, you didn't ruin those people's lives, HYDRA did. There are people who care about you, I care about you."

"You care about me? You said yourself that I was just a friend from work, and I understand and respect that y/n, I knew we were just that."

"That was me joking with Sam. I wish you were just a work friend, it would have saved me some heartbreaks."

" heartbreaks?" you could see by Bucky´s confused face that he had zero idea of what you were talking about.

" are you going to tell me that you never noticed that I liked you and cared differently about you?"

" NO!" he said surprised

"Okay, I understand. We can still be work friends Buck I mean it, I don't want to put you into another bad situation-" the touch of his lips against yours interrupted your speech.

"I never wanted to be just your friend from work" he sighed.

"me neither," you said kissing him again

You make out for about 5 minutes. when you finally let each other out of your arms, you got up and took the blanket that was on your bed and your pillow and put it next to Bucky. "what are you doing?" he looked confused.

"Did you really thought I was going to let you sleep alone on this cold uncomfortable floor?"

"y/n-" you interrupted him with a kiss. "Yes?" you asked. "I don't want you to sleep here on this horrible floor. you will go back to your warm comfortable bed and sleep" he said with a straight face

"Bucky, either you come with me to this warm bed or I will sleep here with you. it's your call baby"

he smiled and sighed. " you are the worst" he mumbled throwing you on the bed making you giggle. You walked over to him and grabbed his hand and kissed it.

"I promise you that you deserve all of this Buck" you whispered.

he kissed you again passionately to thank you for what you had done for him. You both laid down. You put your head on top of his chest and he put his arms on top of your back, you were finally able to sleep.

* later that night*

you began to hear a voice whispering something making you wake up.

"I HAVE TO, I HAVE TO DO THIS" Bucky sighed in the middle of sleeping.

Bucky was having a nightmare. He was sweating and he was gasping for breath.

"Buck? babe, it's just a nightmare" you whispered caressing his cheeks with the back of your fingers.

Suddenly he gets up, still heavy breathing, and sits in the bed.

" What's happening," he said in mid-breath. "You were having a nightmare babe.". You put your arms around him making him feel safe." it's okay" you said.

When he finally let go you stood up and start walking toward the door

"where are you going?" He asked with a puppy face

" don't worry, I'm just gonna get something to calm you down"

when you came back with the hot chamomile tea you had made for him, Bucky was still sitting on the bed with his hands on his head.

" here, this is going to help you. my dad always made me this when I woke up in the middle of the night"

" thank you for taking care of me," he said

" James Buchan Barnes I will be here to make sure you sleep like a baby for the rest of your life."

and he did.

#bucky fanfic #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagines #bucky x reader #bucky x tony stark´s daughter #marvel imagines #marvel fluff

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anunvalidcritic · 3 years

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier: S1 - EP2

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

Let’s get this next episode started!

The Star-Spangled Man

Ohh say can you see....

I mean no disrespect when I say this, but the new Cap ain't shit

“Everybody in the world expects me to be something.” - JOHN

Bro, I’m sorry... but you... YOU CAN NOT LIVE UP TO WHAT STEVE HAS DONE!

That lady doesn’t look like ROSARIO DAWSON, but she sounds like her...

I’m a sucker for band music... especially if it’s by an HBCU... but these motherfuckers knew better than to do this SMFH

yo isn’t that the lady from Good Morning America??

Oh shit... she is lolI don’t like the new suit...

“I’m not Dr. Banner or Tony Stark.” - JOHN

Well, I’m glad you’re aware of that.

BUCKY looks sick, AF!!!!!!!

lol I don’t think BUCKY ever liked RED WING

ICONIC DIALOGUE

SAM - “’Cause I have a feeling they might be apart of the Big Three.”

BUCKY - “What ‘Big Three’?”

SAM - “The Big Three.”

BUCKY - “What Big Three?”

SAM - “Androids, aliens, and wizards.”

BUCKY - “That’s not a thing.”

SAM - “That’s definitely a thing.”

BUCKY - “No, it’s not.”

SAM - “Every time we fight, it’s one of the three.”

BUCKY - “Who are you fighting now, Gandalf?”

SAM - “How do you know about Gandalf?”

BUCKY - “I read The Hobbit in 1937 when it first came out.”

SAM - “So you see my point?!”

BUCKY - “No, I don’t. There are no wizards.”

SAM - “Doctor Strange.”

BUCKY - “Is a sorcerer.”

SAM - “Aah! (CHUCKLES) A sorcerer is a wizard without a hat. Think about it, right? I’m right. I just came up with that. It’s crazy.”

LMAO this dialogue should not have been this funny during that

They really gotta stop starring at each other like they wanna fight lol

Dang BUCK you couldn’t have at least landed on the metal arm??

ICONIC DIALOGUE

SAM - “You know I got all of that on camera, right?”

BUCKY - “Get out of my face, SAM, or I’ll break it.”

SAM - “Okay. Head North, come on.”

He said Okay, real quick lol

BRO I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF THIS DIALOGUE!!!!!!

ICONIC DIALOGUE

SAM - “Look at you. All stealthy. (CHUCKLES) A little time in Wakanda and come out WHITE PANTHER.”

BUCKY - “It’s actually WHITE WOLF.”

SAM - “Huh?”

You can’t take these guys anywhere without them bantering

It’s crazy how fast BUCKY runs.. (he’s a runna, he’s a track stahh)

She walks like she’s swole af

Not LEMAR as a sidekick...

JOHN said that shit like he could actually do something.

ICONIC DIALOGUE

BUCKY - “Just ‘cause you carry that shield, doesn’t mean your CAPTAIN AMERICA.”

JOHN - “Look, I’ve done the work, okay?”

BUCKY - “You ever jump on top of a grenade?”

Someone tell JOHN to please STFU

Not her getting startled over a little text message LOL

BRO THE RED HEAD IS BRITISH!!!!

I’m with BUCKY steal the fuxkin’ shield back.

ROFL he made that little boy put some respect on his name!

so from what I’m hearing... ISAIAH is a bad motherfucker!

ISAIAH went through some tough shit... my chest kinda hurts shit...

FUCK THE POLICE and FUCK JOHN TOO

Dr. RAYNOR did kinda fuck that up...

“A word of advice then... stay the hell out of my way.” - JOHN

see STEVE would never say some shit like that

Not the dramatic music for ZEMO lol

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~ Links to past and future episodes :) -

EP1 - EP2 - EP3 - EP4 - EP5 - EP6

John is slowly becoming more and more of the asshole I deemed him to be in the first episode. I feel like episode three is only going to make me even more pressed. Let’s find out and see if any of the characters can remember that everyone’s a critic when their opinion matters the least.

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a-lockman5 · 6 years

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My Day Off (Part 2) {Cop!Bucky AU}

A/N: Well it’s been over a year so that’s embarrassing, but here is the long awaited part 2! Bucky is as cute as ever and I refuse to live in a world that he is not living his best life.

**DISCLAIMER: I own no part of the Marvel universe or any of its lovable characters.**

I was still stunned by the time I got home. I had a date tonight. I had a date tonight with a man that made my blood boil. And he made my blood boil both in a way that made me want to slug him in the jaw and a way that made me want to straddle him – dangerous combination.

He’d told me his name and put his number in my phone before calling himself. After some playful quip from him about wrangling modern technology, I was able to supply my name in return. Still, I couldn’t believe I was going to get dinner with him tonight.

“It’s too soon,” I said to myself as I put my laundry away. “Then again, Colin has been dating two girls for years so maybe I need to catch up,” and maybe Detective James Barnes was the sprint to the finish line I needed. “At the very least, I can tell him off again. That felt really good,” I laughed as I headed into the kitchen for lunch. “I could probably come up with something about that nickname of his.”

Bucky.

What kind of goofy name is that after all? It probably had followed him through childhood. Detective Bucky. I got lost in my own thoughts for a few minutes, munching down on my sandwich when my phone rang. It was no surprise my best friend opted to call me in response to the text I’d sent her an hour before.

“Hey, Nat.”

“You have a date?!”

“Yeah, I mean, he kind of tricked me into it.”

“He must have really distracted you to trick you into anything,” she giggled across the line. “How’d you meet him?”

I relayed this morning’s events to her beginning with Colin leaving his key to Bucky giving me his number. She cackled at all the right moments, and supplied the occasional “Get it, girl!” when I delivered a particularly sharp jab to the man I was to have dinner with. When I finally finished, she was as delighted as can be.

“Y/N!” she squealed. “He sounds like just the guy you need to get Colin out of your system! Have dinner at the restaurant, have dessert at his place, and check ‘rebound’ off the list.”

“Natasha, I’m not just going to sleep with him,” I could already hear her laughter at embarrassing me so easily.

“Why not? Not cute enough?” she teased.“Are you kidding? He’s got to be the most attractive man I’ve seen in my entire life.”

“Well, then you better think about it because he’s probably expecting a whole lot more of that fire from you tonight.”

I felt my cheeks go red at the thought. Colin was the only man I’d ever been with. My stomach turned, and my mind just kept screaming, it’s only been three weeks! “Maybe I” –

“Y/N, stop. I’m kidding. If you say one word about cancelling on this guy, so help me…”

“It’s just so soon…”

“Shut up. I’m coming over.” And the line went dead.

I knew by now there was no point to fighting Natasha Romanoff when she was on a mission. That being said, she was still fun to antagonize; so when I unlocked the door for her, I left the chain on.

“Dammit, Y/N!” she yelled through the small space in the cracked door. “I will chew through this chain if you make me!”

I laughed as I rose from the sofa. “You took longer than I thought you would,” I said, opening the door for her. “And now I see why.”

“I figured before you made the excuse of not having anything to wear, I would bring plenty of my own options – you are not getting out of this date.”

“I mean, he hasn’t even told me what time we’re going so maybe it won’t even happen,” I told her as I collapsed back onto the couch. As if on cue, my phone buzzed in the kitchen. Natasha raced to grab my phone off the counter and squealed when she read the message.

“It’s from him!”

“Geez, he probably put a bug in my laundry. Maybe he knows I killed that guy last year,” I said sarcastically. She thrust the phone in my hand with a roll of her eyes.

*Can’t wait for a rematch. Pick you up at 8?* - Bucky

I pursed my lips as I considered my response. *That’s okay, I’ll just meet you. Where to?*

“You’re seriously not going to let him pick you up?” Natasha scoffed.

“Just because he’s a cop doesn’t mean he’s not a creep,” I countered.

“But you have to let him be the man,” she said, dramatically falling onto the couch next to me.

“I don’t have to do anything,” I replied as the next text came through.

*Safety first, I can respect that ;) You know the 40s diner on Main?* - Bucky

*Yeah. See you at 8?*

*Sounds perfect. I’ll try to leave my douchey-ness at home.*

I didn’t realize Natasha was reading over my shoulder until she said “Tell him to bring his handcuffs though.”

“Natasha!” I could feel my cheeks turn red again.“I’m kidding! Come on, try these on.”

Six hours, five outfits, and three conversations where Natasha talked me out of cancelling later, I was finally putting the finishing touches on my makeup. My hair flowing down my back, red lipstick on, and a strapless black dress paired with a denim cropped vest – I brought my A-game.

“You have to admit,” my best friend said from behind me. “it has to feel pretty good to be in something other than scrubs or sweats.”

I grinned, “It really does. And apparently, the stress helped me drop a dress size because I did not fit into this a month ago. At least Colin was good for something.”

“Okay stop. First of all, that creep is good for nothing, and you will not mention his name for the rest of the night. Second of all, you better stuff your face tonight,” I gave her a look through the mirror. “I mean it! None of that trying to be a dainty little flower so the cop likes you. It’s a free meal, and you need to eat. I am not just going to listen to you talk about your unhealthy weight loss.”

“You really are a personal trainer, aren’t you?” I joked.

“Both in physical and emotional health,” she sighed, falling gracefully onto my bed.

“Well, I think I’m ready,” I turned around for inspection.Natasha squealed again, “Y/N, you look seriously drop dead gorgeous.”

I had to hold onto Natasha’s comments as I made the walk to the Vibranium Skillet. It was a 40s diner for goodness sake, I had to be overdressed. I had five more blocks to talk myself out of this date, and I seemed to be on the right track until I passed by Zemo’s Bakery. They were having a special on cherry pie. I stopped and gave myself a long once-over in the window’s reflection as I stewed on the pie sitting behind the glass. “Even if I am overdressed, I’m going to be the best-looking woman there,” I said aloud.

“I’ve been to that diner. You’re not overdressed, and you will be the best-looking woman to ever step into that dive,” a voice said to my left. I turned, and there was Bucky, smirk and all. It was impossible to avoid the deep blush that burned my cheeks.

“You have a habit of turning up when I don’t want you there,” I told him, subtly looking him over. His hair was combed and begging to have my hands tangled in it. He wore a light blue button down, dark washed denim jeans, and the comfiest-looking army green bomber jacket I’d ever seen. He looked casual, but he looked so, so good. I hardly even noticed that he wore only one glove.

“I know I’m five blocks early, but someone was suspiciously lurking too close to that pie display. As a detective, it’s important I prevent all crime possible – including ruining your dinner.”

I grinned. “Good, I don’t think I’m in the mood for pie anyway.”

His face brightened into a genuine smile as he offered me his arm. I gladly took it, and we strode off down the street together for five blocks.

“Bucky!” I heard a voice shout happily the moment we entered the restaurant. “Find a seat, pal.”

When I looked over the diner, I realized it had been transformed. Each booth was no longer for sitting, instead flowers of all different colors decorated the tabletops and candles lined each bench. All the tables had been cleared out but one, and it had been dressed up with a black cloth, white lace doily, and a single red rose placed in a tall vase. It was beautiful and… unexpected. Over the top may even fit better than that.

“This is som – sweet. It’s sweet.” I glanced at the detective. He was red as a tomato with his eyes shut tight and a hard grimace glued to his face. “Buck” –

“You punk! I didn’t tell you to shut the place down. I said I was coming for dinner.”

A man’s head poked out from behind the kitchen door. “You said you were bringing a lady. The last time you took a lady to dinner – well I might just have been under the ice.”

“I said I had a date – not that I was bringing the president to your diner.”

“I wouldn’t serve the president any of my refined cooking and we both know it,” the tall blond man said with a bark of laughter. “But hello, ma’am.” He turned his attention to me, stepping out the door from the kitchen fully. “Name’s Steve Rogers. Sorry this jerk didn’t think to introduce me.”

I shook his hand with a smirk. “Y/N Y/L/N. A pleasure. I’ve been here before – you’re a great chef.”

Steve’s cheeks turned pink at the compliment. “Well, thank you. You’re very kind. Sure you oughtta be out with this guy?”

“Why don’t you just get your hide back behind that door, Chef Rogers?” Bucky said, grabbing Steve by the shoulders and pulling him toward the kitchen. “Save me a little embarrassment, would ya?”

Steve winked at me over his shoulder as Detective Barnes shoved him back into the kitchen. Bucky ran his hands through his hair in an effort to compose himself, but all it really did was muss his hair in a way that was not altogether unpleasant. When he turned around, I could still see a hint of redness touching his cheeks. “Shall we?” he asked, gesturing to the set table. I smiled and took a seat. His eyes never left mine as he took his seat across from me, sparkling as they had at the laundromat this morning. I had to look down at the table to avoid the intensity of his gaze. I could get lost in those deep blue eyes if I wasn’t careful, and a part of me thought he knew it. I noticed then, there were no menus meaning Steve had planned a special meal for us.

“So you know the owner,” I smirked across the table at Bucky before taking a sip of my water.

“That guy? Yeah, I arrested him awhile back. Tried to off his step mom for getting him written out of his dad’s will.”

I nearly spit my drink out. Barely choking it down, I sputtered, “What?”

“Kidding – I’m kidding,” he told me before bursting into a fit of laughter. “Oh, that was worth every second of your reaction. I’m so sorry, I had to.”

My eyes narrowed playfully. “That’s a good defense mechanism.”

“What do you mean?”

“Embarrassing me, hoping I’ll forget how Steve made it obvious taking a woman out for dinner is a big deal for you.”

“Can you blame a guy for trying to even the playing field?” He grinned with a shrug. “I’ve known Steve since we were kids so he’s got a lot of dirt on me you could use against me later.”

My heart fluttered at the mention of later, and I wasn’t even sure why. Had Bucky not pissed me off beyond belief just hours earlier? I could practically hear Natasha’s voice in my head, “there’s a fine line between love and hate, Y/N… and right now it’s the table between you two so hop on over and tear his clothes off.” Amazing how my best friend could make me turn red even when she was a figment of my imagination.

“Did I lose you?” Bucky asked with a smile, breaking me free of my thoughts.

“You’re so different than you were this morning,” I told him. He appeared taken aback for a second before his cheeks turned pink and he opened his mouth to speak. Just as he did, Steve burst out of the kitchen with a stacked tray.

“Some Irish Potato Cakes for the table and some wine,” he said, gracefully placing the items before us. “The sauce is a garlic aioli – not traditional from the 40s, but I like to spice up the wartime recipes when I come up with something good.”

“Thank you, they look delicious.” I smiled up at him.

“Hope she isn’t allergic to anything,” Bucky murmured, flicking his friend in the arm.

“If she is, I’ll make something else. Can’t let someone crazy enough to spend the evening with you get away, Buck.”

“I’m not – allergic to anything, I mean.” Steve smiled back at me happily. As he made his way back to the kitchen, he kicked Bucky’s chair, knocking the brown-haired detective off balance for a moment. Bucky caught himself, and looked up to see me giggling at the encounter.

“We should not have come here,” he said, shaking his head.

“No, I’m having fun.” I disagreed.

He smiled then. “Well, good. After the week you’ve had, you deserve a good night.”

“You have no idea how right you are,” I replied. “I’m happy to be the one to give it to you,” his eyes sparked with something intoxicating when he smiled at me then.

“So different,” I said again, blinking to break eye contact. “You’re so charming now. Why were you such a jerk earlier?”

“Honestly? I blew a case this week, and I took my frustration out on you. I’m really sorry, by the way.”

“I might have taken out some frustration of my own. Do you want to talk about it?” He raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Nothing confidential, obviously. Just if you wanted to vent.”

He grimaced slightly. “No, that’s okay. Lieutenant Stark and I just don’t always see eye to eye. I overstepped, but it wasn’t the kind of thing I could wait to do by the book. I tried to tell him that, but all he cared about was protocol. Never mind that I was trying to help someone I’m sure is being framed for something they didn’t do.”

“You think he’ll write you up?”

His eyebrows rose again before he grinned warmly and huffed a laugh. “Honestly? No. We’re both hot heads and say things we don’t always mean, but… Stark’s a good man and a good Lieu. I was wrong, and maybe that’s why this time was so infuriating. Stark always puts the team first though. If there’s any fallout, he’ll go to bat for me even when I don’t deserve it.”

“It’s not easy to admit making a mistake.”

“Yeah, and Stark gets that too. No mushy, feelings stuff. I’ll walk in Monday and he’ll follow up with a stab at my masculinity and a wink, and everything will continue on like our shouting match today never happened.”

“Sounds like you deserve a good night too,” I smiled gently.

“I think I’m off to a pretty solid start,” he responded, placing a hand over mine. I had to look away to start on one of my potatoes. I wasn’t even sure why, but something as simple as any physical contact with him was disorienting. “Oh come on, are you shy when you’re not pissed off?” I didn’t even mean to smile, but I did. “Because I can piss you off if it’ll get you to look at me.”

Without waiting for any type of reaction, he grabbed my wrist and directed my loaded fork straight into his mouth. “Hey!” my eyes went wide as I stared at him.

“No, see it’s cute! We’re feeding each other,” he exclaimed before adding, “Plus, now you can’t take your eyes off me.”

And he was right, I really couldn’t.

After dinner, Bucky suggested we go for ice cream, and since Nat instructed me to stuff my face, I agreed. He said he knew a place a couple blocks away, and we said goodbye to Steve. As we walked down the street, Bucky took my left hand in his right again, but instead of looking away, he got my full attention.

“I’m going to hold onto this for awhile, if that’s okay?” he said casually.

“Sure,” I smirked, “you can borrow it, but it’s gaining interest.”

“That makes two of us.”

So smooth. “I think I liked you better at the beginning of the night.”

He stopped walking to face me – brows raised, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. “What? I thought this was going well. If you want to go, I’ll take you home.”

I grinned at him with a small laugh before taking his hands again. I felt him stiffen, and I gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “I just meant you were cute when Steve was embarrassing you. Kind of like how you’re cute right now.”

His eyes fell shut and he bit his bottom lip in a grin. “So you don’t want to go home?”

“Not yet,” I smiled back at him. “I think this is going well.”

He nodded with that same grin, though it was a little cockier than before, and continued down the street with my hand in his.

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