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[book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure]

Patience, Darling

Imagine: Getting interrupted by Geralt every time you and Jaskier find some time alone together, until the Witcher accidentally creates the perfect opportunity for you.

Request: “May I request something romantic for Jaskier x female reader with the trope “There Is Only One Bed”, please? thank you so much!” // “Hey! Can I request a jaskier x fem!reader smut where he's soft dom?? Thanks!” Tagged: @miyakokurono

A/N: I put a little spin on the only one bed trope because I didn’t want to make it too cliché.

Warning: As requested, smut!

This can be read as a stand-alone, but it’ll be better if you read Part 1

It wasn’t easy travelling with both the man you were devastatingly attracted to and the one who you considered to be your brother – your terrifying brother. It was even more difficult when you were trying finish what the latter forced you to leave off.

Three times you almost did, all three times Geralt interrupted – you were beginning to think he knew how desperate you were and was making sure he butted in at just the right time.

The first time was about a week after your night in the palace, after far too many heated glances and smug smiles from Jaskier. Geralt forced you to stay back at camp to ‘make sure Jaskier didn’t get himself killed’, while he went off hunting for a banshee.

For a while, you had just stood there against a tree, staring into the fire, and sharpening a stick for no apparent reason. You cried out when you ended up slicing your finger, Jaskier was at your side in a second, you were surprised at how immediate and unconscious his reaction was.

“Come on, really Y/N,” He scolded, bringing your bleeding finger to his mouth. Your body instantly came to life and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t take your eyes off of his lips – even when they were no longer around your finger and forming some sort of words. Or when they broke into that smug smile again, oh no… what had he been saying…? “Darling, you really are smitten, aren’t you?”

“I-um… what?” You pulled away from him quickly.

He laughed, “Perhaps, you’d like to finish where we left off?”

You didn’t need to answer the question, the look in your eyes was enough for him to close the gap between you. His lips met yours in a fury of passion, he pulled at your tunic, untucking it from your trousers, and his cold hands ran over the skin of your back causing you to shiver. In one swift motion, he turned you around and pushed you against the tree, you were surprised by his strength. His mouth found your neck and you let out a gasp, tilting your neck to give him better access. You could feel him grinning against your skin, clearly amused by your eagerness but at that point you were too desperate to feel any ounce of humiliation. One of his hands massaged your breast, while the other slipped into the front of your trousers, his fingers barely touching you. You growled and he chuckled, “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Jaskier…” You threatened.

“Alright, let me rephrase, those who wait cum good,” You swallowed your groan of annoyance as he gave you exactly what you wanted.

Your palms ached from gripping onto the rough trunk of the tree, but you couldn’t care less a this point.

A high-pitched wail pierced through the air and Jaskier quickly pulled away, “Not the screaming I wanted to hear tonight.”

“RUN!” You heard Geralt’s voice from the distance.

“Really Geralt…?” You hissed under your breath.

Four days had passed since the last time you had a moment alone with Jaskier, four agonizingly long days.

Today, however, was your lucky day because Geralt was being moodier than usual, “Could you be any slower?!”  

“Well maybe if I didn’t have to walk –”

“Y/N, get him on your horse!”

Roach sped ahead while you stopped to let Jaskier climb up behind you. You trotted behind your grumpy friend, making sure you were going slower than he was.

Your back was pressed right against Jaskier’s chest, the galloping of the horse caused you to bounce against him, and soon enough, you could feel him hardening against your backside. You were painfully needy at this point, and you wanted nothing more than to get off your horse and have Jaskier take you against the hard mountainside.

“Darling, you need to breathe,” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and you let out shaky breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Jaskier chuckled and snaked his hand around you. He found your core and cupped it, you instantly ground your hips up against his palm, and he tutted his tongue, “What have I told you about patience? Now, what’s that word you say when you really want something from someone?”

You clenched your teeth, “Jaskier, please…”

“Ah, there you go. I’m going to need you to be really quiet, if Geralt hears you, he’ll kill both of us, slowly and painfully,” You had a feeling that those two words weren’t just describing the way Geralt was going to kill you. He applied pressure just where you so desperately wanted, rubbing circles through your trousers – trousers that you wished would just disappear right now. He picked up the speed and you threw your head back onto his shoulder, letting out a low moan, he stopped instantly, “You make another sound, I promise you won’t be getting what you’re so desperately craving.”

You bit your lip to keep quiet as he began moving again, rougher than before and something told you that he wanted you to make a noise, just so he could punish you. You whimpered softly and he hummed, “That’s it, good girl.”

You didn’t realize how hard you were pulling on your horse’s reins until it whinnied, capturing Geralt’s attention, “How the hell are you still so far back? Come on Y/N, we don’t have all day!”

He was no longer moving, and you realized that he was waiting for you to catch up, you groaned and whispered under your breath, “Fuck, fuck you Geralt. Actually, I hope no one fucks you, for a long, long time.”

You had had enough, for a while you thought maintaining self control would make your experience with Jaskier better than anything you had ever experienced, but you couldn’t take it anymore.  

You had received a little extra silver than normal during your last job and that meant you each got your own rooms for once, so you were taking full advantage of that. You had lit candles all around the room and made yourself very comfortable in your bed. You let your hand explore your body, taking it slow and letting yourself get worked up – not that it took very long. Then your fingers moved between your legs and you let yourself imagine that it was Jaskier’s skilled hand.

The door burst open just as you moaned his name, and you cried out, “Shit, Jaskier! Have you never heard of knocking?!”

“Have you never heard of locking the door?” His eyes didn’t meet yours, he was too busy taking in your body.

“Lock’s broken,” You tried to keep your voice as nonchalant as possible, given the circumstances.

“Well, I came in here to ask if you wanted to join me for dancing outside, but you seem to be having far more fun.” He stalked over to you, “Now darling, don’t stop on my account.”

Your breath hitched and you searched his eyes to see if he was serious, he absolutely was. He grabbed one of the chairs, placed it by the foot of the bed, and took a front row seat. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you obliged, and your thighs closed around hand.

“Ah, ah, ah,” He scolded, and gestured at you to spread your legs, “Open.”

Your cheeks were on fire, but once again, you obliged. You were completely exposed to him. He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed, and hummed in approval.

You could feel yourself getting closer, “Stop.”

You didn’t, you were too far gone at this point to listen to him. He pushed out of the chair, knocking it back, and took your wrist, pulling your hand away.

“Jaskier,” You whimpered.

His usually bright eyes were as dark as night, and they remained locked with yours as he brought your slick fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, letting out a low moan. He proceeded to climb over your body and kissed you deeply. You pushed your hips up to meet the thigh that he had between your legs, desperate for some friction, “You really have no patience, do you, my darling?”

“Not anymore,” You panted.

Jaskier laughed and began kissing his way down your body, you knew he would leave marks all over the place. He finally settled between your legs and his mouth met your core.

And of course, you were interrupted by a knock at the door, “Y/N, we need to go.”

“W-what?!”

“We need to leave, now! I’m going to find Jaskier, I’ll meet you outside.”

“I’m going to kill him,” You whispered, “I am actually going to murder him.”

Then it happened, Geralt was given a particularly dangerous job, so much so that he made you and Jaskier stay in a tavern two towns away.

��There’s a slight problem’, he had explained before leaving, ‘They only have one room.’

Geralt had made a mistake when he purchased the room from the owner. However, he wasn’t worried, in his mind, you would never go for an ‘idiot’ like Jaskier and the bard would be too scared to lay hands on you. That poor, naïve cockblock, he had no idea.

The moment the door was shut – and locked – Jaskier’s hand was around your throat, and you were pushed against the wall. He kissed you furiously and ground his hips into yours, the feeling of him was almost enough to make you come undone on the spot. You moaned into his mouth and his hands gripped the backs of your thighs, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around him, and he carried you over to the bed – the only bed.

There was no build up, Jaskier had no patience as he tore your clothes off, followed by his own, you were taken aback by the sight of his body, people really didn’t give him enough credit. You sat up to run your fingers over his chest, but he took your wrist and attempted to push you back down. You resisted with a smug smile, “Patience, darling.”

He laughed, putting his hands up in surrender, “Very well, go for it.”

And so, you did, you trailed your fingers down his body and your lips followed, tasting every inch of him. His patience wore thin soon enough and flipped you onto the bed in one smooth motion, chest against the mattress.  

There was no holding back this time, he lined himself up against you and pushed in. He was agonizingly slow at first, but even he couldn’t bare to tease you for much longer this time.

He picked up the pace and soon enough the room was filled with both of your moans.

“Jaskier, I –”

“I know my love, let go,” As always, you obliged, crying out his name.

He followed shortly after, “Fuck Y/N, you’re incredible.”

Once you had cleaned yourselves off, Jaskier threw a pillow and a blanket on the ground, “What are you doing?”

“There’s only one bed, I don’t want to intrude like that.”

You laughed out loud, “Really Jaskier, after what we just did?”

“Well, I didn’t know what that meant for you,” He confessed, “Sleeping together is a different kind of intimacy.”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor tonight.”

He smiled at you fondly and laid down next to you. You just laid there, side by side for a bit, but he eventually pulled you into his arms, “Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“What did that mean to you?”

You paused for a moment, “A lot, it meant a lot to me, Jask.”

“Me too.” He pressed a kiss into your hair, and you let the sound of his breathing lull you into a sleep full of dreams of what was to come in the next few days without Geralt.

End.

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His Best Friend’s Daughter

Imagine: Steve and Peggy adopting you when he goes back in time. When you end up working with Bucky many years later, the two of you fall for each other.  

Request: “Can I request a tfatws Bucky X reader where reader is Steve's adoptive daughter. And they both harbour feelings for each other during this time but Bucky is insecure about this.”

Warning: TFATWS Spoilers, mentions of death

A/N: This is how I interpreted this request, I hope it’s what you had meant.

You threw your head back, laughing at a joke that Sam was making, Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the pure joy in your eyes. The three of you had had a rough couple of months together, and moments of happiness like this lit him up.

Steve had introduced you to Bucky and Sam when he had passed down his shield. Bucky had sat beside you, while you held Steve’s hand in the hospital for a full 3 hours. He had pulled you into his arms and let you cry for God knows how long when Steve passed in his sleep.

When Steve went back in time, he and Peggy had made the decision to not have children together to avoid messing up the timeline any further. They were in their 60s when someone dropped a newborn on their doorstep, your birth parents had probably figured that Captain America’s heart of gold would convince him to take you in and they were right. Despite being older than most parents, the two of them raised you as their own.

You grew up hearing stories about Bucky, Sam, and the rest of the Avengers, so when you were finally introduced to them, it was strange to find two men who were around the same age as you. It was stranger how well you hit it off with both of them, they were once your father’s best friends, and now they had become yours.

After Steve’s death, Bucky had completely shut himself away from the world, but you were still a constant in his life, you had become his rock and his only connection to the family he once had.

Bucky found himself falling for you, your every smile brightened his world, and every tear broke his heart into pieces.

There were many times when he nearly laid his heart open to you while you were working against the Flagsmashers, but he could never bring himself to do it.

When Zemo made you dress up in clothes that shouldn’t have even been considered clothes and cling to his arm, Bucky barely kept himself from tearing that arm off and showing you exactly how much he wanted you.

When he couldn’t find you after the explosion, he felt as though he couldn’t breathe, and when he pulled you out from under a fallen cabinet, he nearly confessed that he couldn’t live without you.

When you cuddled up next to him on the plane because you were cold, he swore his heart damn near burst open, all he wanted was to pull you as close as he possibly could and never let go.

And then, when he did decide to pull you in for a kiss, when his lips were a mere inch away from your, Walker decided it would be a good time to interrupt. In that moment, you had decided that you would finish what he had started as soon you had a moment alone with him. Little did you know, Walker made sure that wouldn’t happen.

“You go around telling the world that Steve was like a brother to you,” He had said to the soldier, the moment you were out of earshot, “and look at you now… his daughter?”

“Stay out of this, Walker, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I? She grew up on stories about you, and you’re the only connection she has left to her father, doesn’t it seem like a bit of an abuse of power to you?”

He had tried to keep things as platonic as possible after that.  

The three of you were currently sitting on the dock, having drinks together after a long day of working on the Wilsons’ boat, you were convincing Sam and Bucky to take a vacation with you after everything was over.

“What about a road trip?” You suggested.

“Hell no,” They both said in unison, before looking at each other in mocked distaste.

You threw your head back in laughter, hoping for that reaction, “What about a tropical location? I think I’d prefer you two with your shirts off.”

You were too focused on Sam winking at you to notice the way Bucky clenched his jaw. He mumbled something about getting more drinks and walked away.

You sighed, unsure about why he was behaving this way. As though he had read your thoughts, Sam said, “He’s just frustrated.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s an old man who doesn’t know how to date, and he’s been working with you for the past few months, can you blame him?” He teased. You snorted, shaking your head, and he added, “In all seriousness, you should tell him how you feel.”

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way?”

“He does, trust me.”

“Why hasn’t he said anything then?”

“Didn’t he try to kiss you?” You looked away from him, remembering the night you had spent ranting to Sam about everything that had been happening, “Y/N, Steve was our best friend, and Bucky grew up with him. You being his daughter and being here with us is beyond weird. Cut him some slack, he probably has no idea how to feel –”

“He’s coming back,” You hissed, cutting Sam off, he shook his head with a small smile on his face.

“I’m going to see what Sarah’s up to, you two enjoy yourselves.”

You glared at him as he walked off, and Bucky sat back down at a very awkward distance, great.

The silence that fell between you was even more awkward, you were hyper aware of every other sound, the pop of the can as he opened it, his sips, and the way he occasionally cleared his throat as though he was going to say something – he didn’t.

Finally, you couldn’t stand it, and blurted out “This is weird, and I don’t like it.”

He looked up at you, a questioning expression on his face. You realized he wasn’t going to keep the conversation going so you continued, “You tried to kiss me.”

He choked and you mentally slapped yourself for being so blunt and awkward, but you had already started so you weren’t going to stop, “And I wanted you to, but then we were interrupted, and you never spoke to me after that, and I hate it. I miss you.”    

You took a deep breath and turned towards the water, and to your surprise, he scooted closer to you, “I’m sorry, Y/N,” He paused for a moment, searching your eyes, “I wanted to as well, if it hadn’t been for Walker’s awful timing, I would have.”

“You’ve had plenty of chances after that.”

He let out a sad chuckle, “Your dad was my best friend, so yeah, it’s weird.”

“My dad adored you,” You smiled and took his hand, “But he lived his whole life already and he’s gone now. I don’t know what the future has in store for me, but I know I want you in it. Besides, if there’s anyone dad would have approved of, it’s you.”

He fully laughed this time, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“Then you’re definitely my type.”

Your laughter died down and his face fell again, it was almost as though you could see the storm of thoughts and emotions raging through him. One of his hands kept clenching and unclenching yours, while the other picked at his lip, and his knee was shaking.

You sighed, “Buck, we don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable, but your Steve and my dad might as well have been two separate people, and I doubt we’ll ever find anyone who will be able to understand us better than we understand each other.”

He nodded slowly, knowing you were right, but he was still hesitant, “If things had been different, I would have called you my niece.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that things weren’t different. Besides, you weren’t his brother and I’m not his biological daughter.”

“I know…” He looked down at his phone and began to stand, “It’s getting late, we should head inside.”

So, you did just that, and you didn’t talk properly for another week.

It happened so fast, one minute you were listening to Sam and Bucky argue from the back seat of Sam’s car – you had actually managed to convince them to go on that road trip – the next you were cut off by a semi-truck and fighting off far too many masked figures.

The next thing you remembered was waking up from a nightmare, screaming. You were in a locked room with a horrible headache. You had no idea how long you had been out for, nor did you know what had happened to your friends. Your friends. You shot up, rushing towards the locked door and trying everything in your power to open it – of course, it was to no avail.

You cried out for Bucky and Sam until your voice was hoarse. You kept falling asleep, no matter how hard you tried to stay awake, and every time, the nightmares would be worse than the ones before. Things that had happened like your parents’ deaths, and things that never did like Bucky and Sam’s.

When you finally heard the footsteps outside, you couldn’t tell if you were imagining it. When Sam and Bucky burst through the door, you were certain it was going to be another nightmare and you kept preparing yourself to watch them die again. Then Bucky pulled you into his arms and kept whispering promises about you being safe, and you realized that you weren’t dreaming.

“Bucky…” You whimpered.

“It’s okay doll, I’m here now.”

“H-how long?”

“Four days,” He let out a choked sob, “We thought you were dead. I thought I had lost you too. I didn’t know what to do Y/N, I can’t lose you.”

Sam made a comment about scanning the area and left you alone.

His words gave you a sudden surge of energy and you sat up taller to kiss him. It was sweet and gentle, it was almost as if he was trying to reassure you, or maybe himself.

When you finally pulled away, he stroked your hair away from your face, “Let’s get you home my beautiful girl.”

End.

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[book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure]

The Witcher

Jaskier

A Daring Charade (P1) and Patience, Darling (P2) 

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[book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure]

A Daring Charade

Imagine: When Jaskier attempts to escape the clutches of an angry baron at a ball, you’re his only hope, and things get a little heated in the process. 

Request: “Can you please do something with the age old ‘quick, kiss me to distract them’ trope with Jaskier?”

Warning: Very, very soft smut. 

A/N: In honour of the trailer coming out, here’s a little reminiscing on our favourite bard!  

You smiled at the ridiculous lyrics escaping the bard’s lips, he was entertaining the party with a song about how scary and beautiful you were.

“With a smile on her lips and a dagger in hand, she’ll cut out the heart of any passing man,” He gave you a wink and you simply rolled your eyes in response.

You had met Jaskier a few months ago and had surprisingly become fast friends – much to Geralt’s confusion. You had found yourself laughing and smiling more in the first few weeks of knowing Jaskier than you had in all of years you had travelled alongside the Witcher.

With every passing moment, you found yourself falling harder for him. You knew you didn’t stand a chance, he was playful and charming, while you were scary and didn’t know how to talk to people. He knew exactly how to win over the ladies, and you… well let’s just say it’s not easy to be experienced in that department when people have to get through your terrifying white-haired friend to getting to you.

He concluded the song in a hurry and ended up rushing out. Now, on a normal day you would have never followed him, the last thing you needed to see was him in the bed of some noble woman, but the look on his face was not one of eagerness that night. Something was wrong, so you ran after him.

“Jaskier!” You hissed.

“Oh Y/N, thank god,” He sighed in relief when he saw you, “You’ve got to help me!”

Just then, you heard some commotion at the entrance of the ballroom, a local baron and some of his men came storming out and everything clicked. You took Jaskier’s hand and pulled him into a little nook in the hallway, “You slept with his wife?”

He gave you a guilty shrug, and the footsteps got closer. He desperately looked out the window in the nook, contemplating how much it would hurt to jump out. Too much.

You bit your lip, you only had two choices here – the window was not an option – you could take your chances with the men, you were strong but there were five of them, or you could ensure they just passed by you without questioning, “Kiss me, Jaskier.”

“Y/N, I’m flattered, but now really isn’t the time.”

You let out a little snarl, “You idiot, they won’t interrupt to question us when they see us… preoccupied.”

“Ohhhh, this is brilliant!” He paused for a moment before a look of dread crossed his face, “A brilliant way to get me killed, if Geralt finds out, he’ll slit my throat!” 

“And if the baron and his men catch you, they’ll slit your throat, you’d be better off taking your chances with Geralt,” The footsteps were nearing and you were getting frustrated, “Or I could just leave, and you could deal with them, it is your problem after all.”

“No, no!” He quickly pulled you against him by the waist and brushed your hair away from your face.

You let out a shaky breath, you had never been this close to him, and he closed the gap. You melted in his arms, not caring what the motivation behind this kiss was, you had waited far too long for it. You felt tingles running through your entire body, and you couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, your fingers finding their way to his hair. You hummed as he hungrily claimed your mouth. 

Soon enough, he made his way up to your ear, peppering kisses along your jaw on his way up, “I’m going to kiss your neck, tilt your head and check if they’re gone.” 

You felt a pang in your heart for a split second, obviously this didn’t mean anything to him. The moment his lips found your neck, all those thoughts escaped you. You were in the perfect position to see down the hallway, but instead you shut your eyes, and gasped through parted lips. A moan escaped you when he nipped at just the right spot.

He smirked against your neck, “Are they still there?”

You simply hummed, unable to take your mind off the feeling of him, and he chuckled, “Someone’s getting a little distracted.”

You snapped back to reality and your eyes shot open, “I-um…”

“Well, are they gone?”

You leaned over to check and they were, honestly, they probably passed a while ago, but you didn’t want him to stop, “No…”

“Is that so? I suppose we’ll just have to continue with this charade,” He locked his lips with your once again, and tugged on your bottom lip with a little growl. 

This time, his hands were roaming your body and suddenly, he flipped you around. Your back was to his chest and his mouth found your neck again. His hand slowly moved down your body, he pawed your breast and you moaned, “Jaskier…”

Satisfied, he continued down his path, you threw your head back on to his shoulder when his hand slipped into your trousers. You shut your eyes wanting to lose yourself to him, his lute playing fingers knew exactly what they were doing, “You like that, love?”

“Mhmm, Jask…”

He let out a low chuckle against your skin, “Perhaps we should take this elsewhere.” 

He removed his fingers abruptly, leaving you whimpering. He gave you a moment to remember where you were, “You’re right, w-we wouldn’t want anyone to see us.” 

“Come along then,” He took your hand.

You recalled why you were there in the first place, “T-the baron and his men…”

“Oh darling, we both know they left well before I asked you to check for them,” He teased, “I just hadn’t realized you how desperate you were for me.”

“Desperate?!” 

“No? Well, we don’t have to continue, we could just head back into the –”

“No!” You said too quickly, before clearing your throat, “I mean – I… god, just shut up and find us a room.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and led you down the hallway. 

“Ah, there you two are,” The moment you heard Geralt’s voice, you wanted nothing more than to knock him out, “Things aren’t going so well in there, we’ve got to go, now.”

“Now?” You scowled at him.

“Is there a problem?”

Jaskier just smiled coyly, “Not at all. Shall we, Y/N?” 

“I hate you,” You hissed. 

“No, you don’t, darling.”

End. 

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The Last Kingdom

Finan 

Desperate Confessions

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Desperate Confessions

Imagine: Brida convincing you that Finan reciprocates the feelings you have for him, and you finally decide to take matters into your own hands.  

A/N: I am in love with this man. 

Warning: Spiciness ensues! Implied smut.  

You watched as he tilted his head back and laughed, the sound of it rumbling above the others – you adored that sound, no matter where you were or what you were doing, that sound made you feel at home, it made you feel safe.

“Y/N…? Y/N?” Brida pulled you out of your trance, amusement and irritation both lining her features, “Were you listening to a word I said?”

“Of course, you were talking about…” You trailed off, knowing you couldn’t even make anything up.

“Gods, you’re hopeless,” She shook her head, “You should tell him, you know.”

“And ruin everything?”

“The only thing that would be ruined is her,” She pointed towards your lap and laughed at the blush that appeared on your cheeks, “Depending on how good he is.”

“Please, if I tell him and he doesn’t feel the same way…” You sighed, not wanting to finish that thought.

“But he does, I have seen the way he looks at you. Considering the rumours going around about him, I think he’s serious about it too.”

“What rumours?”

“That he has sworn to celibacy.”

You snorted, “Finan and celibacy?!”

“I’m being honest, some of the men are stunned, they say he hasn’t been with a woman in months.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think he only wants to be with a certain woman.”

“What makes you think that w–”

You were cut off by the sound of someone slamming their fists on the table across from you. Within a second Finan was reaching over the table and grabbing one of Ragnar’s men by the lapels of his coat, “Say that again and I will take my sword and put it up your arse.”

You rushed up to them. Osferth refused to look at you, but Sihtric met your eyes and shook his head, indicating that he was not going to step in, thankfully, Uhtred did, “You will release him, Finan.”

“Lord, if you heard –”

“Release him.”

You quickly reached for him, not wanting Uhtred and Finan to create a scene in front of the Danes, “Fin, please.”

He pulled away, seething.

You looked to Osferth for answers, “What the hell happened?”

“I will not repeat his words.”

“Sihtric,” You could hear the order laced in the way Uhtred called his name.

“He,” Sihtric tilted his chin towards the panting Dane, “asked if they could have a turn with Y/N, or if she was only reserved for your men, Lord.”

You shifted uncomfortably, but kept your face neutral, this was a price you paid for being a part of Uhtred’s warriors. You reached out for Finan again, “You need not defend my honour, Finan. You know I hear worse everyday.”

He turned to you with fire in his eyes and you noticed his jaw twitch. He gave you quick up and down before throwing back the last of his ale and storming out of the hall.

Brida cocked an eyebrow at you as you approached her again, “As I said.”

You stared at the ceiling, sleep was a distant reality as the events of the night replayed in your head.

You had joined Uhtred and his men many years ago, most of them were like brothers to you – aside from Finan of course. The Irish warrior had stolen your heart the moment he met you and you only fell harder with every day that passed.

With every moment that you spent with him, the knot in your stomach tightened more and the fire inside you grew.

Brida’s words kept ringing in your head, and maybe it was because the courage from your rebellion against Alfred was still fresh in you, but you decided to do something about that raging fire.

You took a deep breathe and knocked on his door before you could talk yourself out of it. For a moment you didn’t think he was going to answer and thought to walk away, but then you heard footsteps approaching and the door opened with a quiet squeak.

“Y/N?” His voice was even deeper than usual, and you become very aware of his bare chest.

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” You could tell he was lying, and you felt a little bad, but the ache in your core could no longer be ignored, “Couldn’t sleep?”  

You shook your head, this wasn’t the first time you sought out each other’s company at night, he still had nightmares from his time as a slave and you had your own demons that you were fighting. You found comfort in sleeping next to one another when it got bad enough. You decided to let him assume that it was a nightmare that was keeping you awake.

He silently made space for you on his bed and lifted the blanket for you to join him.

You laid there, trying to think of something to say, come on Y/N, you didn’t come here to just sleep.

“I heard a rumour,” You finally blurted, he hummed, urging you to continue, “That you’ve sworn to celibacy.”

He let out a deep laugh, and you squeezed your legs together, feeling the sound vibrate through you, “I figured you’d hear about that eventually.”

“Is it true?”

“God, no,” He paused, “I’m just… taking a break.”

“Because you’re waiting for someone?” You didn’t know if you wanted to hear the answer, you desperately hoped that someone would be you.

He sighed, “Yes.”

“Are you in love with her?”

“Yes.”

“Does she know?”

“She is the smartest woman I know, but she oblivious to all things love,” He chuckled.

“Maybe she just doesn’t want to assume anything.”

“You think I should tell her?”

“Yes,” Your heart picked up.

“When?”

“The next time you see her,” Please say that’s right now. The air thickened between you two and you could feel the tension that fell around the room. He didn’t say anything so you propped yourself up and gently placed a hand on his chest, “She must be very special if you’ve given up every other woman for her.”

He looked you in the eyes, his breath catching, “I do not want anyone one but her, she’s the only one I crave. No one else compares.”  

“It can’t be easy.”

“It’s not,” His voice was so low that he was nearly growling at this point.

“Poor Finan, you must be so frustrated,” You cooed, tapping on chest, “Maybe this will help.”

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned over and kissed him. He gasped and after a short moment you realized that he wasn’t kissing you back. You quickly pulled away, mortified at the realization that overcame you, “Oh god, she is not me… good lord, what was I thinking? I’m so sorry, Finan, I should not have assumed…”

You pushed yourself off the bed, your mind was racing, and you had no idea how you were ever going to live this down.

He quickly sat up and grabbed your arm, pulling you back in and pressing his lips back to your mouth. After a short moment, you pulled away again and he gave you a cheeky grin, “Y/N, sweetheart, who else could it be? I was just stunned that you felt the same.”

Your face heated up and you let out a shaky breath, “I have felt the same since you showed up at Coccham. You have left an ache in me that no one else can fulfill.”

“You weren’t having nightmares tonight, were you?” You shook your head and he chuckled darkly, “I cannot believe a lovely lady like you came into my chambers with such intentions.”

You placed your hands behind his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, it was much deeper this time, full of passion and desperation. You were making up for every moment that you had lost in the past few years. You were out of breath, but you didn’t want to pull away, you felt as though you didn’t need air when you had him.

“Easy my love, we’ve got time.”

“I don’t want to wait any longer.”

His lips found your neck and nipped at it, earning a few gasps from you. It wasn’t until his cold hands met with the soft skin under your tunic, that you let out a low moan, and he smirked against your neck, “And I thought I was desperate.”

“Oh, stop teasing me, you bastard,” You groaned.

He obeyed, pulling off your tunic and your pants, leaving you completely exposed to him. He let out a low growl, “It seems that god has granted me a place in heaven. Look at you, my angel.”

You blushed and looked away from him. He grabbed your chin and made you face him again, his other hand trailed up and down your body, “Oh, are we feeling shy all of a sudden?”

“Finan, please.”

“Tell me what you want, my love.”

“You,” you breathed, “I want all of you. Everything.”

“Greed is a sin, a ghrá.”

“So is lust, yet here we are.”

He laughed, before kissing his way down your body and settling between your legs. You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself.

He put down the washcloth and laid down next you, pulling you into his arms, “My darling, that was…”

“I know,” You smiled, settling your head on his shoulder.

You fell into a comfortable silence for a bit until he finally said, “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

You smiled, “I’d sure hope so, I think you’ve ruined any other man for me.”

“That was the intention.”

“I love you, Finan.”

Finan woke up before you and he smiled fondly at your sleeping figure. As always, you had the furs strategically placed over only some of your body, making sure you weren’t too hot or too cold. He would have convinced himself that last night was a dream if it hadn’t been for the fact that all of your exposed skin was completely bare.

A sly smile found its way to his face as his mind flooded with all the ways he could wake you up, when suddenly the door opened, “Finan, Lord Uhtred and Ragnar are waiting for you – oh… oh.”

Osferth wasn’t surprised to see a woman in Finan’s bed, he never really believed the rumours, but he was surprised to see that the woman was you.

“Get out, I will meet you there,” Finan whispered as you stirred, “And if you say a word of what you have seen baby monk, I’ll –”

“I will not say anything, I swear it,” He interrupted, rushing to leave.

Finan began putting his clothes on, turning his attention to you as you finally woke, and watched you stretch and yawn.

“Morning,” he leaned over and gave you a kiss.

You reached up to grab his hand, “Where are you going?”

“I promised Uhtred I’d train with him and Ragnar.”

You pouted, “Stay.”

“I would love to, but I’m a man of honour,” he chuckled, and you peeled the furs off of your body, “Don’t tempt me, my dear.”

You gave him a deeper pout, before dropping his hand, “I’ll join you in a bit.”

By the time you got dressed and joined them in Ragnar’s training hall, the men were already dripping in sweat. You dropped down next to Brida, “There’s something different about you.”

You shrugged, “Wessex’s oppression is wearing off.”

She laughed before nudging you to turn your attention towards Finan, who was pulling off his tunic to square up against Ragnar.

Sihtric let out a low whistle at the sight of Finan’s scratched up back, “I see that the rumours were wrong.”

Osferth gave the Irishman a knowing look and Brida turned to you, taking in the neutral expression that you had willed onto your face. You looked away from her sad eyes, playing into it for a moment, “Y/N, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to get your hopes up.”

You couldn’t stop the smile from taking over and you pulled the furs away from your neck, showing her the mess he had made of it.

She looked at you with wide eyes, “You sly bitch.”

End.

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A Stark and her Soldier ~ Part 6

Imagine: Finding your happily ever after with Bucky.

Warnings: TFATWS E06 SPOILERS! Some raunchy language, some cheesy and cringy fluff! This is the final part, thank you for reading all! <3

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The two of you ended up getting a call from Sam the next evening, asking you to meet him at the GRC meeting hall.

You bid your farewells to Pepper and Morgan – the latter was very disappointed that Bucky was leaving so soon – and ended up arriving at the scene shortly before Sam. You were joined by Sharon a bit later.

“Here we go, sweetheart.”

You squeezed his hand, “If something happens tonight –”

He cut you off with a kiss, “Nothing’s going to happen.”

The way he said the words made it sound like both an order and a promise. You simply nodded, “I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“And I would love to get moving,” Sharon chimed in.

You chuckled at her remark but didn’t take your eyes off of him. You scanned each other’s faces for a short moment, as if you were trying to imprint them in your memories forever and split up to take care of your ends of the plan.

It didn’t take you long to get through a couple of the flag smashers. Though your suit wasn’t as gaudy as your brother’s and didn’t cover you up nearly as much, it still did the trick. The repulsors in your gauntlets shot clean through the men before they even knew what was coming.  

You saw Bucky rushing into the parkade and let out a small breath of relief, you hadn’t been away from him for long and you knew the brunt of the fight was yet to come, but at least he was safe for now.

“Seriously, Bucky, you had one job,” You heard Sharon say.

You made your way over to him and hopped up behind him on his motorcycle, “You worry about your guy.”  

You had your arms wrapped around his waist and squeezed your thighs around him every time he made a particularly sharp turn – you could feel smugness radiating off of him every time you did. Your chest was pressed against his solid back and despite the situation you smiled, leaning up to whisper in his ear, “I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.”

You felt his chuckle rumble through him, “Remind me to take you for a ride when all of this is over.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Barnes.”

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart, you won’t have to ask me twice,” You could hear the smirk in his voice when he added, “You have no idea how it makes me feel to have you pressed up against me while I drive.”

“Trust me, I know exactly how it makes you feel. I –”

“It makes me feel disgusted, I’ll tell you that,” Sam groaned through your earpiece. You and Bucky laughed, clearly forgetting that he and Sharon could hear you.  

“You ready, doll?”

“Here…? Are you sure?” You teased, knowing that wasn’t what he meant. He chuckled and you looked up to see him driving straight towards the barricade set up by the Flag Smashers. You took a breath and prepared yourself, “I’m ready Sarge.”

You took note of the sharp breath he let out, he hadn’t realized how it would feel hearing you call him that, “On three. One, two, three!”

You used your suit to fly off the bike just as Bucky tilted it up on to the front wheel and launched himself over the barricade.

You were holding off a couple of soldiers, while Bucky tried helping the hostages when you heard Walker’s voice, “Morgenthau!”

Shit, shit, shit. Every word that left Karli’s mouth enraged Walker more. You didn’t know whether to step in or let them hash it out. The soldier you were fighting managed to knock you to the ground as you watched Karli and Walker. You groaned and stayed there for a moment, trying to breathe some air back into your lungs.

You rolled out of the way, just as he pounced at you. You pushed yourself up before him and managed to knock him unconscious, only to see Bucky pulling off the door of the hostage vehicle. You watched in pride as the hostages stepped out and thanked him.

In your distracted state, you didn’t notice the masked figure running towards you until they hit you with enough force to knock you off the edge of the street.

Soon enough, you saw Bucky falling towards you as well. He pulled you in close and used his metal arm to stop another soldier from smashing your heads in. You grinned up at him, “My hero.”

You whipped your head up in horror when the second vehicle with the hostages came falling down after the two of you. You didn’t realize what was holding it in place until a broken shield fell to the ground. Walker. You flew up to help him, pushing on the opposite end of it, but it was to no prevail when the soldiers lunged for you, throwing you back to the ground.

The three of you couldn’t do anything but watch as it teetered forward, you prepared yourselves for the impact, when Sam appeared. This was the first time you had seen his new suit and tears of pride instantly welled up in your eyes.

“Sam!” Bucky breathed out.  

“Cap,” You smiled back at him.

You gripped Bucky’s hand as Sam carried Karli’s limp body into the street.

“She was just a kid,” You whispered sadly.

He squeezed tighter, “I know…”

You watched as the reporters berated Sam with questions and listened, overwhelmed with sheer pride, as he began talking to the senators.

This was Captain America, this was the Captain America you all needed.

The look on Bucky’s face told you that he shared your emotions.

You let the tears roll down your cheeks as he finished and jumped into his arms as he walked over to you, “I’m so proud of you.”

He smiled, and you added with a wink, “By the way, you’re looking great, Cap.”

You had gone back to Delacroix to settle a deal for the house while Sam stayed back to negotiate Sharon’s pardon. Bucky had promised to join you there after finishing up what he needed to in New York.

You were laughing at a story Sarah was telling you at the cookout when Bucky finally showed up. Cass and AJ instantly ran to him, and you smiled fondly as he play fought them. Seeing Bucky around children would never get old and though you knew it was far too soon to have kids of your own, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of baby fever. You hadn’t ever seen Bucky this happy, and it filled your heart with warmth.  

“Hi doll,” He gave you a sweet kiss, placing the cake on the table in front of you before going to find Sam.

He ended up returning to you and Sarah with an army of children following him, all of them ordering him to toss them in the air, give them piggyback rides, and a ton of other requests. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of two them dangling off of his arm as he told Sarah the story about how he saved Sam’s ass a few weeks ago. You shook your head at his some of his over exaggerations, but the way he told the story was so charming that you couldn’t bring yourself to correct him – besides, Sam would have told the story in his own favour too.

You eventually found yourself watching the water when Bucky approached you. The two of you stood in a comfortable silence before you turned to him, “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

He gave you a true smile, “I am.”

You sighed happily, resting your head on his shoulder, “Would you ever want some of your own?”

“Hmm?” You gestured towards the group of children, running around in the distance. He chuckled, “Only if they’re with you.”

“Good,” you said, your heart fluttering at his response, and leaned up to give him a kiss. You paused for a moment before adding, “So what about the ride I was offered?”

He licked his lips, grinning down at you, “I’ve offered you a couple of different rides, doll, which one are we talking about?”

You ducked your head and laughed, “As much as I’d like to take you up on any of them, I’m talking about the motorcycle, Sarge.”

His eyes darkened and he let out a low chuckle, “I didn’t bring mine but I’m sure we could rent one from around here somewhere. I’ll take care of that, you should go pick up some disinfecting wipes.”

“Why…” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“The rental company might not be happy with us if we return it without cleaning it,” He winked. Your jaw went slack and you squeezed your legs together, picturing the scenes that would ensue. He noted your expression and put his metal fingers under the hem of your shirt, running them along your midriff, and you practically melted under his touch. He quickly removed his hand and gave you a teasing grin, “My needy girl.”

You pouted at him and put your head back on his shoulder, pushing away your impure thoughts and trying to enjoy the sunset.

“I’ll be right back,” He eventually said. You nodded and he headed towards Sam, who was standing a little way away from you.

You watched as Sam put his arm around Bucky and led him back to you.

They were both happy, and you finally had a home again, a family. You thought back to Dr. Raynor’s words, Y/N, I don’t think those two things have to be separate. You smiled, realizing how right she had been.

Bonus Epilogue:

You leaned against the doorway, biting your lip as you watched Bucky running the paint roller up and down the wall, his godly shoulders on full display in his white undershirt. Bucky had been staying with you more often than not, claiming it was because he enjoyed helping you fix up the house, but you were hopeful that he would end up staying for good. The past few weeks had been spent renovating, hanging out with the Wilsons, making new friends in the neighbourhood, and taking various kinds of rides with the soldier.

“Enjoying the show, doll?” He asked without looking back, subtly flexing his muscles, just to show off a touch more.

You hummed in response, and he turned to face you, splashes of paint were littered across his face and body.

“Would you like a closer look?” He moved towards you, and you should have recognized that plotting smirk, but you didn’t until it was too late.

“Bucky, NO!” You screamed, trying to squirm away, but he managed to engulf you into a tight bearhug, covering you in wet paint.

He stepped back to look at his masterpiece and laughed, the sound rang through your soul and joined him, pressing your forehead to his, “You’re an asshole.”

The music he had playing in the background switched to A Sunday Kind of Love – one of his favourites – and his hands found your waist, he expertly began sweeping you around the living room, swaying to the beat. You were surprised how light he was on his feet – feet that you kept stepping on, but he took it in stride – and you couldn’t help but mirror the pure joy that was etched across his features, “I love you, Bucky.”

He leaned in and kissed you deeply, “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”  

End.

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A Stark and her Soldier ~ Part 5

Imagine: Bucky coming to the rescue when babysitting your niece, Morgan Stark, goes wrong.

Warnings: Set in TFATWS, but no spoilers from the show.  

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Pepper was relieved when you decided to visit. She knew you needed your space after what happened, but she hadn’t realized how long it would take for you to return. Morgan was absolutely ecstatic to have her aunt back – throwing herself into your arms when you first walked it – and you returned the sentiment.

Pepper was only around for a few days before she had to leave for a business trip, but she was more than happy to leave Morgan in your care.

Your niece had convinced you to take her out to the city, she had a whole list of plans that she wanted to get through – as well as a list of questions, including ‘when can I start going on missions with you?’, ‘can you get married soon? I want to wear my red dress’, and ‘do you have a boyfriend yet, if not, can I help you find one?’

The two of you were having ice-cream in the park outside of the zoo when you heard a fight breaking out a couple feet away. You activated your gauntlet, “Stay here Morgan, I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and you handed her your ice-cream, knowing she would have claimed it by the time you got back, and rushed off.

You realized it was just a couple of rowdy teenage boys, who scurried off when they recognized who you were, muttering a couple of ‘sorry Miss Stark’s.

You shook your head and turned back towards Morgan, but she was gone. You scanned the park and she was nowhere in sight, “Morgan?”

She wasn’t the type to run off, not without telling you, especially not when you told her to stay there.

“Morgan!” You rushed towards the street nearby, scanning the faces of any child you passed, “MORGAN!”

Panic began to set in, and you started to shake, “MORGAN!”

You had no idea what to do, so you called the first person that came to mind.

“Bucky…” You cried.

“What happened, doll?” His voice was laced with concern.

“I lost her,” You choked out, “Morgan, I lost her. I’ve looked everywhere and I don’t know what to do, what am I going to do? What am I going to tell Pepper?!”

“Hey, hey, hey. Are you in the city?”

“Yes.”

“Where are you? I’ll meet you there. We’ll take care of this together.”

By the time Bucky got there, you had already received an anonymous text challenging you to find her. She wasn’t just lost, she had been taken and you had no idea why.  

Bucky managed to calm you down enough to start thinking rationally and you remembered the watch Tony had made for her, it was equipped with a GPS, just in case something like this happened.

It took you an hour, but you managed to locate her. The watch led you to an abandoned warehouse, and you couldn’t help but feel that it was a little too easy to find the place – either she wasn’t here, or it was a trap.

The two of you creeped through the building and found her tied to a chair in the middle of an empty room, there was a man behind her, pointing a gun to her head. There were at least 6 others lurking around the room, “Aunty Y/N!”

“Let her go,” You ordered.

He chuckled, “Hurts doesn’t it? See someone you love trapped like this?”

“Who are you and want to do you want from us?”

“Does the name Gabriel Lambert ring a bell?”

Of course the name rang a bell, he was your first kill and you still had nightmares about it. Lambert was a scientist performing cruel experiments on tons of innocents, and you and Tony had been put in charge of dealing with it.

“I’ll take that look on your face as a yes,” the man drawled, “Gabe was my brother.”

Your breath hitched, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I did what I had to do.”

“And that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“By hurting an innocent child?” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your niece.

“She’s just a means to an end, I want you,” He gave you a cruel smile, “Consider this an exchange.”

“No,” This was the first thing Bucky had said, he knew you would have agreed without hesitation, “Let the kid go man, this isn’t going to bring your brother back.”

“You stay out of this,” He growled before turning to you, “The choice is your, which Stark do you think should get to leave this place?”

“Fine.”

“Step in there,” He pointed to a room with a strong metal door and a tiny glass window – you realized it even Bucky wouldn’t be able to pull it open easily.

“How do I know you’ll let her go?”

He faked offence, “I’m a man of honour Miss Stark, and you don’t really have another choice.”

“Y/N, don’t –”

You cut Bucky off, “Take Morgan somewhere safe.”

“Y/N –”

Tears were shining in your eyes. After everything you had survived, this was going to be your end. To make matters worse, you knew that this could have been prevented if you hadn’t left Morgan on her own. You took Bucky in, knowing this would probably be the last time you’d see him, “Please Bucky.”

He nodded and you headed towards the room, you smiled warmly at Morgan, “I love you sweetheart, and I need you to go with Bucky.”

“No! I’m not leaving you!”

“Morgan, go with Bucky,” You said sternly this time, leaving no room for argument.

You let out a breath of relief when the man actually released her. She made a move for you, but Bucky was faster. He scooped her up and gave you a desperate look.

“Let me go!” She screamed, “Aunty Y/N! I’m not leaving you!”

“Go,” He saw you mouthing through the window, and as much as he didn’t want to, he knew he had to take Morgan to safety.

Morgan struggled in his arms, screaming for you, but he managed to get her out.

He was thankful that she had calmed down by the time he got to a small motel. He checked out a room and took her inside.

“How could you leave her?!” She lunged for him with closed fists the moment he put her down.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m not leaving her,” He explained, getting down to his knees and giving her a loving look, “Now, I need you to listen to me, I’m going to go back for her. I won’t be gone long, but there is food and water in the fridge. Stay here, keep the TV on, and don’t open the door for anyone, got it?”

“I want to go with you.”

“I know, but I gotta do this on my own,” He cooed.

“You have to bring her back, you have to.”

“I promise I will bring your aunt back,” He didn’t know if he’d be able to bring you back alive, but he tried not to think about it, you had to be alive, “But I need you to promise that you’ll stay here.”

She reluctantly agreed.

The last thing you remembered after Bucky left with Morgan was the room filling up with some sort of gas and excruciating pain coursing through you. When you awoke, your niece and Bucky were on either side of you – the latter was covered in blood, and given his wincing, some of it was his.

You shot up before crying out in pain, Bucky instinctively reached for you, but you were already turned towards Morgan, pulling her into your arms and peppering kisses on her head, “You’re safe, thank god you’re safe. I’m so sorry baby.”

“Don’t be sorry, Aunty Y/N,” You didn’t know how long you’d been out for, but the darkness outside and the sleepy looks on their faces told you that it had been at least a couple of hours.

You turned back towards Bucky, grimacing at the sight of him, “Bucky, what did you do?!”

He shrugged, “Did you really think I wouldn’t come back for you?”

“You could have died!”

“And if I didn’t come back, you would have died!”

“Don’t ever do something as stupid as that again!”

“No can do, Doll, I’d risk my life over and over again if it means saving you.”

“Is it because you love her?” Morgan interjected, reminding you that she was still sitting next to you.

You blushed and he grinned sheepishly, pulling his lip between his teeth. He considered your niece’s question for a moment, “Yes, it’s because I love her.”

You snapped your head towards him, and he added, “I guess I should have confessed that to you first… I love you, sweetheart,” He leaned in and brushed hair away from your face, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck,” You whispered, tilting your head up and giving him a quick kiss.

“Ew,” You both laughed at her reaction.

Pepper wasn’t as furious as you expected her to be when you told her what had happened. She held you at an arms length and scanned you up and down, “Are you alright?!”

You nodded, shame lingering in your eyes and she pulled you in for a tight hug.

When she pulled away from you, she turned to Bucky, “I don’t even know how to thank you.”

“There’s no need,” He hadn’t looked her in the eyes once this entire time, and it was safe to say that he nearly died of shock when she hugged him as well.

She turned back to you, “So you two are…?”

“They’re in loooove,” Morgan singsonged. 

“Is that so?” Pepper raised an eyebrow at you, an amused expression on her face.

“I know, I should have told you.”

“In that case, you can stay for as long as you wish Mr. Barnes.”

“Please, call me Bucky.”

“Do I call you Bucky too, or are you Uncle Bucky now?” Morgan quickly pitched in, “Or do I have to wait for you to get married to that too?”

He looked at you in surprise and you smiled warmly, saying to her , “You can call him whatever he feels comfortable with, baby.”

He thought about it for a second before breaking out into a grin, “Uncle Bucky it is.”

The two of you had had a wonderful dinner with Pepper and Morgan, he had been a bit uncomfortable at first, but Morgan’s million questions put him at ease, and by the end of the night, you could tell that he was actually enjoying himself.Your niece had even forced him to tell her a bedtime story, eventually falling asleep in his arms. You and Pepper had exchanged fond smiles when you watched him carry her to her room and tuck her in. You still didn’t know what had conspired between the two of them while you were unconscious in the motel room – they refused to tell you – but it had been enough to make Bucky Morgan’s best friend.

Eventually the three of you headed to bed as well.

You woke up at some point in the night and turned to see Bucky sitting on the side of the bed. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight coming through the window, and you could make out Steve’s notebook in Bucky’s hands. He pulled out a pen and crossed a name off from it, and a sad smile made its way to your face – a small weight lifted from your shoulders. You couldn’t help but wonder if you had been the only Stark in that book.

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A Stark and her Soldier ~ Part 4

Imagine: Spending time with the Wilsons’ in Delacroix and Bucky finally showing up to make amends with you.

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“Why do I need to know this?” Cass complained as you helped him study for his math test.

You chuckled, “You want to pass don’t you, kiddo?”

“Have you ever used this since you left school?”

You contemplated telling him the truth, but didn’t want Sarah on your case, so you settled with, “I’m supposed to be asking the questions here. Let’s do three more and then you can go play with your brother.”

“One more.”

“Three more.”

“Two more?”

You shook your head and laughed, “Fine, two more.”

You had been staying with the Wilsons for a week now, you knew Sarah and the boys well from all your visits during the blip, so they were more than happy to have you. You had decided to make yourself useful, helping Sarah out with the house, Sam with the boat, and tutoring the boys – science was their favourite thing to learn from you, Sarah’s least favourite considering the experiments you were performing.

You had also been visiting the abandoned house not too far from the Wilsons’ place. The family who used to own it had left Delacroix a few years ago and asked Sarah to look out for a buyer – she had no luck. It was definitely a fixer upper, but it was exactly what you were looking for. You were still undecided though.

Sarah had taken one look at your face the day you showed up with Sam and knew something had happened. With the next few hours, she had convinced you to tell her everything.

“And this all started after you saw him talking to Walker?” You nodded, “He must have said something seriously hurtful.”

“So he turned around and decided to hurt me?”

“Maybe you should try talking to him again.”

“I tried, Sarah,” You sighed, “Bucky’s a grown man, if this is his decision, then so be it.”

You had decided that you would wait until he reached out to you. But he didn’t.

“Y/N, can you please go give this to Sam?” Sarah placed a screwdriver in front of you, you stared up at her in confusion, “I’ve seen enough of him today.”

“Sure thing, Sarah,” You laughed, picking up the screwdriver, before turning to Cass, “Guess your wish for one question was granted.”

He smiled up at you victoriously and you headed outside.

“Hey Sam, Sarah asked me to –” You drew a sharp breath at the sight of Bucky standing next to Sam, his eyes on the ground. You now knew why Sarah had sent you outside.

He finally looked up at you, “Hey Y/N.”

You didn’t want to respond, but you bit the bullet and muttered, “Hi.”

Sam looked between you two and said, “Why don’t you show him the house, Y/N? An outside opinion might help you decided.”

The two of you walked in complete silence, the tension between you was thicker than ever before. You unlocked the front door and let Bucky in, Sarah had given you the keys because she knew how much you liked being there, she was certain you were going to end up buying it.

“It’ll need a ton of work, but it’s beautiful,” He said awkwardly.

“Cut to the chase Bucky,” You said curtly, “What the hell happened?”

He finally sighed, “I’m sorry.”

You simply nodded, “What happened?”

He shrugged, “You deserve better, Y/N.”

“Isn’t that something I get to decide?” You didn’t even try to stop the tears from flooding your eyes.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and didn’t say thing, so you took a step closer to him and continued, “You can’t keep pushing everyone away, you can’t keep hurting the people who care about you!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying my best,” His voice cracked at the end, and you could see him crumbling as he got to his knees, pulling his head into his hands, “But it’s just so damn hard.”

You knelt down in front of him and rested a hand on his thigh, “I know, Buck, I know.”

“I just want to fix things, but I can’t.”

You nodded, “How many names have you crossed off in that book of yours?”

“Not enough.”

“Have any of them been people who needed to be apologized to? Or just the ones who needed to be punished?” His silent shame answered your question, “Maybe crossing out at least one will make you feel better. Will you let me help you with the first one?”

He gave you reluctant look and nodded.

You scooted closer to him and took his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes. There was nothing but sincerity on your face when you said, “I forgive you, James.”

He pulled you into his arms and let out a sob, burying his head in the crook of your neck. Somewhere during the past week you had realized that even though you had constantly told him that it wasn’t his fault or that he didn’t have a choice, you had never said the three words that he needed to hear the most.

When he finally pulled away from you, wiping his face with his sleeve, you took his hands, “Whatever Walker said to you that day doesn’t matter, I want you, I want to be with you. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks… i-if that’s what you want of course.”

He finally smiled, “I want nothing more.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself into his lap, pressing your lips against his. You kissed him deeply before pulling away to rest your forehead against his, breathing, “Bucky…”

“Let me make it up to you properly,” He said, a flicker of that arrogance from the night you spent with him appearing on his face, “Is there a bed in this place?”

“There is… but I’m not sure we want to use it.”

“Well I can’t beg such a pretty girl for forgiveness on the floor,” You shivered and led him towards the old bedroom.

He pulled off the dusty sheets, revealing a fairly clean mattress underneath and pushed you down to it. He sat next to you, taking your hand and placing a kiss on the back if it. He kissed his way up your arm and made his way up to your ear. He whispered another apology into your ear, making the hair on back of your neck stand, before gently biting down on it.

He continued to kiss his way down your neck, a plea for forgiveness buried in every kiss. He peeled off your shirt and let out a low growl, “God sweetheart, look at you.”

You blushed and looked away, and he clicked his tongue, “No, no, no, I’m not having any of that. You are gorgeous – my gorgeous girl.”

He came back up to give you a passion filled kiss, his hands tracing over every inch of you, “Bucky, please...”

He hummed, hands moving lower, “Is this what you want doll?”

“Please.”

He flipped you on to your back, and you heard a crack, within seconds the railing of the bed snapped and the mattress fell to the floor. The two of you stared at each, wide-eyed, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“God, Sarah’s going to kill me,” You clutched your stomach from laughing, “I think I’m going to have to buy this house when she realizes what we’re doing in here.”

You walked towards the Wilsons’ living room and smiled fondly at Bucky’s sleeping figure, he looked more peaceful than you had ever seen before. You thought back to the events of the previous day. The two of you had returned to the dock after your little rendezvous – Sarah had given you a knowing shake of her head – and helped Sam with the boat, later having the best time at dinner with the family. You hadn’t been so at peace in a long time either.

You lingered behind the wall when you heard the boys come in, simply wanting to watch Bucky for a little while longer. He ended up waking up to the sound of them playing with the shield. You wondered how he would react as he turned his head to face them, “Hey.”

“Put it back,” AJ whispered, and you heard the two of them run off.

Your heart melted at the sight of his smile, the one you had longed to see in the past few years. It faded quickly and you approached him.

“Good morning,” You cooed, leaning over to kiss him.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

You sat down next to him and began fiddling with his dog tags, “Sleep well?”

“I actually did,” You could tell that he sounded a bit relieved, “You?”

“Would have been better if I was next to you.”

“Hmm, is that so?” He murmured, sitting up and pulling you in for another kiss.

“Took you two long enough,” You quickly pulled away and found Sam standing in the doorway.

“Um, I’m going to check if Sarah needs anything,” You sputtered.

Sam stopped you when you tried passing him, “I’m happy for you. But keep the PDA to a minimum, please.”

“I’ll see you soon, alright?” Bucky gave you a sweet kiss.

“Good luck, call me if you need anything.”

“You too,” He smiled, “I promise I’ll answer.”

Though Sam’s words about making amends had been directed towards Bucky, they hit home. You realized that you needed to put aside your cowardice and fix things as well.

“See ya, Sam,” You said before pulling out your phone and scrolling through your contacts, “Hey Pepper, mind if I come over for a few days?”

End.

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A Stark and her Soldier ~ Part 3

Imagine: Bucky finally making a move on you after years of pining for each other.

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Zemo’s place was one of the most beautiful buildings you had ever stayed in, every inch of it was just exquisite. You found yourself mesmerized by the one of the stained glass windows when Zemo approached you, “I know you want to kill me.”

You didn’t look away from the window but shrugged, “And?”

“I thought perhaps you might not be so inclined to do so if I offered up an olive branch.”

This piqued your interest and you raised an eyebrow at him, “What could you possibly have to offer me?”

“A way to help James.”

You were sold, “What?”

“The names he has in that book of his, reconciling with them may be the first real step in his healing.”

You let your shoulders drop, you had already thought of that, “That is not my place.”

“It is when one of the names is yours, Miss Stark.”

You knew Bucky still blamed himself for your parents’ death but hadn’t realized that it was enough to get you a place on that list. Zemo was right, maybe this was something you could work with, but you knew you would have to be careful.

The sound of the front door drew your attention away from Zemo. Bucky’s eyes instantly found you and his brows furrowed at the sight of you standing so close to the baron, “Well, the Wakandans are here, they want Zemo. I bought us some more time.”

“Were you followed?”

“No.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“You really need to ask that?” You defended.

You noticed a look of concern crossing Bucky’s face as Sam and Zemo began arguing about. You approached him and looked down to the screen of his phone.

“What was she thinking?” You breathed.

You couldn’t help but agree with Sam as he tried to see things from Karli’s point of view, she was just a kid – hell you were the nearly the same age as her when you started fighting alongside the Avengers, you of all people knew how it was to defend a cause you believed in at such a young age.

The trip to discover where Donya’s funeral was being held was a bust, and tensions were high amongst the three of you – it didn’t help that Bucky and Sam disagreed about Karli’s motives, although, there wasn’t really much that they did agree on.

Zemo’s nonchalant attitude throughout this whole thing had you even more on edge, “That little girl, what’d she tell you?”

“The funeral is tomorrow afternoon,” He admitted.

“You know the Dora’s coming for you any minute. In fact, they’re probably lurking outside right now. Keep talking,” You could feel the annoyance seeping out of Bucky, despite the calm mask he appeared to be wearing.

“Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli,” He shrugged, “I prefer to keep my leverage.”

You knew that Zemo gave the wrong answer when Bucky calmly got up and approached him, this isn’t going to be good. In a second, he erupted, snatching the glass from Zemo’s hand, and throwing it against the wall, you gasped and jumped to your feet, “You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?”

Yes please, one of the wolves in you mused, while the other cried, not the time! You rushed up to Bucky, putting your hand on his chest and carefully placing yourself between them as Sam said, “Take it easy, he’s just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing. Let me make a call.”

Bucky glared at Zemo even as Sam walked away, and you moved your hand from his chest, gripping his arm, “Come on.”

As you made to walk away, Zemo recollected himself, “You do two want some cherry blossom tea?”

“No, you go ahead.”

Bucky let out a sharp breath as he turned the corner, leaning against the wall. Your hand found his solid chest again and you looked up at him, trying to stop the image of what had just happened from replaying in your head, “I… are you okay?”

“Fine.”

In the silence that fell, you became very aware of your proximity to him and the feeling of his body under your hand. Your heartbeat began racing again, you knew he didn’t even need to hear it to know what was going on in your head, your face probably revealed it all.

You went to pull your hand away, but he grabbed your wrist, you didn’t understand how it was possible for your heart to pick up even more. A small smile creeped onto Bucky’s face. God, don’t just stare, do something.

As if understanding your silent plea, he tightened his grip and pulled you closer, licking his bottom lip.  

“Y/N?” You whipped away from him at the sound of Sam’s voice, you could have sworn that Bucky let out a low growl. You couldn’t decide if you were relieved that the others were around or irritated by it, but you definitely couldn’t bring yourself to look at Bucky again before heading towards the sound of Sam’s voice.

“Stop, please!” Your voice was hoarse from screaming, “Steve!”

You had become trapped behind a fallen pillar and couldn’t do anything but cry out. Sobs wracked your body as you watched Steve throw Tony to the ground, raising his shield over his head.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please!” You gasped, jolting awake in your bed, covered in a cold sweat.

You looked around, realizing where you were, and trying to bring your breathing back to a normal pace. You reached for the glass of water on the nightstand next to you, only to find it empty.

You quietly made your way to the kitchen to refill your glass when you heard quiet whimpers. Your brows furrowed and you made your way towards the sound, your heart broke when you realized it was coming from Bucky’s room.

You didn’t think twice before rushing in, he was asleep on the floor, pain etched across his features. You quickly crouched down next to him, leaning over his bare chest, and gently shaking him awake, “Bucky, Bucky!”

He whipped his head back and forth, and you shook him harder, “Bucky!”

You didn’t even realize how it happened – one second you were trying to wake him up and the next, he had you thrown across his lap and was choking you with his metal hand. Bad idea, BAD IDEA! You gaped at him, trying to gasp out his name. His eyes went wide when he realized what he was doing, and he reached around you, pulling you into a sitting position.

You were seated on his lap and though he loosened his grip, you were well aware of his hand still around your throat. It became harder to breath and it was not because you were choking. Your heartbeat picked up and he tilted his head at you. You stared at him and he noted your dazed eyes and parted lips. That’s when he tighten his grip a bit and your heart shot through the roof, “Are you scared?”

“N-no…” You gasped out.

You realized he already knew the answer to your question as his eyes darkened, “So that’s not why your heart’s racing so fast?”

You were certain you weren’t breathing at all at this point and he continued, “I wondered why your heart would suddenly start beating so fast at certain times, for a while I thought it was because you were scared. Until your little performance at Sharon’s party, that’s when it clicked.”

The way he said ‘performance’ made you squirm, “Bucky-”

He cut you off by squeezing a little harder, he wasn’t done speaking, point taken, “You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you doll?”

You hummed in response. The fire in you was burning so hot that you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“Use your words sweetheart,” He purred.

“Yes,” You breathed.

“Hmm, come here.” He released your throat and his flesh hand found its way to the nape of your neck, pull you in for a kiss – it was desperate and passionate, revealing that he had been wanted this as bad as you had. He kissed his way along your jaw and down your neck, stopping in the place that made you want to sell your soul for him. You gasped when his cold metal hand creeped under your shirt, he traced his fingers along your skin so gently that it was unbearable.

“Bucky please,” You begged.

“So needy,” He chuckled against your skin. He trailed his fingers across your back, and you arched towards him, “And so responsive, pretty girl.”

Bucky wasn’t a very confident man – at least he hadn’t been for a long time – there was always a cloud of doubt surrounding him, he was terrified of messing up. He was one of the best fighters you had seen, but even when he was fighting, he doubted, afraid that he would go to far and hurt someone. As he pulled away and scanned your face, there was nothing but pure arrogance across his features. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that he was good at it.

He scooped you into his arms and laid you on the bed, climbing over you and pressing his lips to yours again.

You laid next to him, covered in a thin layer of sweat and out of breath. He traced his fingers up and down your back as you drew shapes on his chest. You silently stayed in that position for a bit before whispering, “You won’t be able to sleep on this bed, will you?”

He chuckled, “And I doubt you’ll be comfortable on the floor.”

“You can go back there if you need to,” You gestured towards his pile of blankets on the floor.

“And leave my sweet girl alone on this bed?”

You let out a sleepy laugh, “Tomorrow’s going to be a long day, we need our rest.”

“How about this?” He lifted you up again, and settled down on the floor, helping you lay on top of him.

You tilted your head up and looked at him in concern, “Are you sure?”

“I’m a super soldier, doll, the only thing I feel is the warmth of your beautiful body,” He paused for a second, “And the beating of your heart of course.”

“You’re not the only one this time around, Barnes,” You teased, tapping his chest.

“Buck, wake up, we gotta go!” You groaned when you heard Sam calling out.

You scrambled off of Bucky as the events of the previous night came back to you, shit. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at you.  

“Stay there, pretend to sleep,” You knew Sam would come bursting in here any second now, so you tried to clean up the crime scene a bit. You threw on your shirt and kicked the rest of your clothes under the bed, before crawling under the covers.

Just as you assumed, Sam opened the door, “Rise and shine, princess! I can’t find Y/N, I think –”

You looked up at him with innocent eyes, “Morning Sam.”

“What… what’re you doing in here.”

“I had a nightmare, Bucky was awake, so I came in to talk to him.”

Bucky was sitting up now and he played along with your story, “She fell asleep while we were talking, and I didn’t want to move her.”  

Sam looked at you with concern and you kind of felt bad for lying to him, you just didn’t want to make things awkward, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, “Definitely!”

He didn’t seem to believe you, but he shrugged, “Well hurry up and get ready, we have to get to the funeral.”

Bucky met your eyes and the two of you burst into silent laughter as Sam shut the door behind him.

“Come here,” You obliged and made your way down to his lap. He weaved his fingers into your hair, and you reached for his dog tags, “So beautiful.”

You pulled him closer, and he resisted, lips brushing against yours but not touching. You pouted and he let out a satisfied chuckle, “Needy, needy girl.”

He stopped resisting and gave you a sweet kiss.

You got up and pulled on the rest of your clothes, before heading towards the door, “He’s less likely to burst into my room like that, let’s keep that in mind next time.”

A glimmer of emotion crossed his eyes when you said ‘next time’, but you couldn’t put your finger on what it was.

The four of you were walking down the street when you heard the voice you grown to despise, “Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit.”

“Ah, how’d you find us now?” You despised him even more for causing Bucky’s demeanor to instantly tense up again. He had been so different this morning – so comfortable.

“Come on man, you think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?”

“No more keeping us in the dark. You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison.”

“He did that himself, technically.”

“This better be an unbelievable explanation –”

“Last time I checked, we don’t owe you any explanations, Walker,” You spit out his name like it tasted rotten.

“You’re a government agent, Y/N, and I am the government.”

“I was a government agent, and you are a pain in the ass,” You retorted, earning a breathy chuckle from Bucky.

“Real mature,” He paused before talking a step towards you, “Someone tell me what the hell is going on before –”

Bucky was at your side in an instant, his hand finding the small of your back and Sam stepped in front of Fake-Cap, “Hey, take it easy before it gets weird.”

Walker backed off and Zemo began to explain that he knew where the funeral was being held.

Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave you for a second as you followed the little girl from the day before. He had enough reasons to want to kill Walker, but the fact that he was so insufferable towards you made his blood boil. Everything in him just wanted to scoop you into his arms the way he did last night and carry you away from here.

The sight of you covered in sweat, eyes closed with pure bliss on your face flashed in his head for a moment, and he let out a gruff sigh. He knew he would never forget that night, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that he had done something horribly wrong.

It wasn’t until he was waiting for Sam to finishing talking to Karli that he realized what a huge mistake he had made. You had excused yourself to take an important phone call, leaving him with the three people he least wanted to be around. He couldn’t help but noticed how Walker’s predatory eyes followed you as you walked out, “I would stop eyeing her like that if I were you.”

“So what? You can eye her in anyway you choose, but I can’t?” He paused, a sly smirk creeping on to his face, and walked up to Bucky, lowering his voice, “You think nobody noticed? Sam may not have, but I saw the heated glances between the two of you, and the touches.”

Bucky clenched his jaw but said nothing.

“You slept with her, didn’t you,” Once again, Bucky didn’t respond, but the answer was already clear, “How do you do it, huh? Your best friend saw always saw her as a little sister, what would he make of this?”

“Back off, Walker.”

“Did fucking her make you forget that you also killed her parents? Not to mention the fact that you tore apart the only family she had left. I can’t help but wonder if Thanos could have been stopped earlier if the Avengers had still been a team, maybe her brother would have still been alive.”

Bucky felt himself spiralling, falling further into that dark pit that he had been trying so hard to pull himself out of. Walker was satisfied with the chord he had struck and pulled away just as you walked back in.

You took one look at Bucky’s face and knew something was wrong, “What happened?”

Bucky’s expression was similar to the one who had seen when he showed up at the base, furious with Sam for giving up the shield, no sight of the confident man he had been last night or the sheepish one from this morning, “Nothing.”

“Only the fact that this is a bad idea, your partner needs backup in there,” He turned towards Bucky, “Do you really want his blood on your hands?”

“Nothing like that is going to happen, let Sam handle this his way, he knows what he’s doing.” You argued but saw no agreement in Bucky’s eyes – something had cracked behind those beautiful blue eyes.

You gaped at him as he stepped away from the door, giving Walker access. The latter took no time before heading inside, “Karli Morgenthau, you’re under arrest.”

Shit. The look on Sam’s face told you that you had royally screwed up.

You sat wringing your hands together, waiting for Bucky to come back to Zemo’s place, you had no idea where he was. Something bad had happened while you were gone, and it worried you enough that you even contemplated asking Zemo about it.

Your head shot up as you heard footsteps, “Something’s not right about Walker.”

“You don’t say,” Sam smiled.

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one, because I am crazy.”

There was something about the way he said those words that cut you deep, but Sam didn’t seem to notice, and you flashed him a glare when he said, “Can’t argue with that.”

You pushed off of your seat and approached him, whispering, “Something’s not right about you either, what happened while I was gone?”

The look he gave you was colder than you had expected, but before he could answer, the door burst open, “All right, that’s it, let’s go. I’m now ordering you to turn him over.”

“I said it before and I’ll say it again, we don’t take orders from you, Walker.” You snapped.

“He’s going back.”

“Hey, slow your roll, and let’s be clear, shield or no shield, the only thing you’re running in here is your mouth,” Sam said, stepping in, “Now, I had Karli and you overstepped. He’s actually proven himself useful today and we’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever’s coming next.”

You truly couldn’t believe the nerve in Walker when he continued to argue, despite how obvious is was that Sam was right. You angrily took your place next to Sam, preparing for a fight when Walker put down the shield, and nearly jumped in surprise when a spear barely stopped short of impaling him. Too bad.

You looked over to Bucky as the Dora began to speak to him in Wakandan, you didn’t need to understand to know what she was saying. They were here for Zemo. This’ll be interesting.

You were right, it was very interesting to see Walker’s ego torn from him and stomped on as the warriors attacked. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling, not appropriate, Y/N.

“We should do something.”

“You mean like popcorn?” You gestured towards Zemo, “I kinda like what he’s doing as well.”

“I’m serious, we should do something.”

“Looking strong, John,” You let a laugh fall from your mouth at Bucky’s comment, ignoring the way Sam glared at you.  

“Bucky, Y/N…”

You sighed, when Bucky grabbed Ayo’s spear, time to join the fighting. You fought half-heartedly – not only did you not care to defend Walker, but you also remembered fighting alongside these women not too long ago. You could tell by the fact that you weren’t getting your ass handed to you that they shared the sentiment. The woman you were fighting against ended up pinning your shirt against the coffee table with her spear, leaving you to free yourself as she turned her attention to the others.

You stopped struggling, knowing that you weren’t in any real danger and turned to watch Bucky. Your heart sank as Ayo reached in and detached his arm, you had never seen Bucky look so ashamed and vulnerable. Seeing his arm on the floor and the expression of horror on his face nauseated you. You barely noticed what happened next, you just couldn’t stop staring at Bucky, pain reflecting in your eyes.

“Did you know they could do that?”

“No.”

You managed you pull yourself free and approached Bucky, but he barely even looked at you.  

Everything had happened so fast, one minute you were fighting Karli’s super soldiers, and the next Walker was approaching Lemar’s body. It felt like time stopped, and there was nothing you could but just watch.

You ran after the soldiers as they fled the building and caught up with Walker in the middle of the crowded street, you watched in horror as he used the shield – Steve’s shield – to slaughter the man. His pleas of ‘it wasn’t me’ filled your ears and you didn’t think it was something you would ever forget.

The sight of that shield being used in such a heinous way made you feel more disturbed than you ever thought possible. You leaned back into Bucky as he and Sam reached you, but found no comfort there, it was Sam who took your hand and clenched it tight.

“Come on,” He said and pulled you along, the three of you chasing Walker as he fled from the sight.

You waited outside, giving him the time he needed before finding him crouched in the middle of the empty building, “Walker.”

“You guys should see a medic, you don’t look so good.”

“Stop, Walker.”

“What? You saw what happened, you know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to! He killed Lemar!”  

“He didn’t kill Lemar, John.” Walker scoffed at Bucky, “Don’t go down that road, believe me, it doesn’t end well.”

“I’m not like you.”

You had felt for Walker up until this point, but weren’t willing to tolerate anything against Bucky, “No, you’re not, because you had a choice.”

“Listen, it was the heat of the battle. Okay? If you explain what happened, they may consider your record. We don’t want anyone else to get hurt. John, you gotta give me the shield, man.”

“Oh, so that’s what this is, you almost got me.”

“Look at the blood on that shield, John,” You sighed, “that is not what it’s supposed to represent.”

“You made a mistake.”    

“You don’t want to do this.”

“Yeah, we do.”

The fight went on for much longer than expected, and you earned a lot more injuries than you would have liked – you were stunned at the amount of power that serum gave Walker.

You managed to kick him away just before he slashed Bucky’s neck with the shield, only to have him turn to you and toss you aside like you were nothing. You cried out in pain as your head hit a metal pole, you could have sworn you heard something crack.

You watched as he threw Bucky into an electrical panel, he fell limp as the current to shot through his metal arm. You managed to push yourself up and crawl over to him, “Buck! Bucky, get up!”

He opened his eyes and after a few moments, gave you a small nod, and rushed towards Walker, who had the shield raised above his head. Bucky managed to push him away just before it made contact with Sam.

You gathered enough strength to join the fight again, using your suit to help Sam get the shield off of Walker as Bucky held him down.

“It’s mine,” He called, shoving you out of the way again and charging towards Bucky.

He didn’t get very far with that, and the four of you found yourselves lying on the ground with shield between you. Bucky was the first to push himself up and take it.

There was nothing but pure anger on his face as he took the shield to Sam and dropped it next to him. He walked out without giving any of you a second glance. What happened…?

“Hey, you got your sleeve back!” Torres teased, walking into the camp.

Bucky said nothing and headed towards the door, “Are you off to take care of Zemo?”

Nothing. You raced after him, hearing Torres call out, “Alright, good to know you survived.”

“Bucky! Bucky, wait!”

At first you thought he wasn’t going to, but he stopped and turned towards you, “Did I do something wrong? You’ve barely even looked at me since the funeral.”

“I gotta go, Y/N.”

“Please Bucky, I thought after what happened –”

“What happened was a mistake.”

You wondered if he could hear your heart cracking with his enhanced hearing, “Wha–”

“We were stressed and lonely, it shouldn’t have happened and it won’t happen again.”

“Stressed and…” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Sorry, Y/N,” He started to walk away, but you rushed in front of him, anger taking over.

“No!” You pointed at his chest, “You don’t get to say that. You knew how I felt about you, if you were lonely you should have gone out and found any other girl. You don’t pull this shit on the girl who’s heart you’ve held for so many years!”

You could have sworn you saw guilt flash in his eyes, but it was gone in a split second, nothing but that stoic expression he tended to favour remained. He stepped around you and walked off.

“Bucky please…” You hated yourself for begging like this, but you couldn’t help it. He’s going to turn back, he has to turn back.

He didn’t turn back.

By the time Sam came out and found you, Bucky was nowhere in sight.

“You okay, Y/N?”

You turned to him and buried your head against his chest, choking out a sob.

He didn’t ask any questions, just stood there, holding you and stroking your hair.

When you finally calmed down and pulled away, he wiped your cheeks, “Why don’t you come home with me? Sarah could use your help and the kids miss you, and you could check out that fixer-upper house that I’ve been telling you about.”

You didn’t have it in you to form words, so you simply nodded and followed him.

End.

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The flight to Germany would have been a great chance for you to try, as you kept telling yourself, but you decided to sleep through most of it – you didn’t even know where to start.

You knew what was coming before it happened, you knew it the moment your brother grabbed for the gauntlet, you knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t attempt something like that without a reason.

He raised his hand to reveal the stones. The weight that fell over you was nearly enough to crush you.

“Tony,” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“And I am Iron Man,” You could have sworn you felt every ounce of pain coursing though his body.

He snapped.

You gasped awake, tearing your head off of Bucky’s shoulder – you hadn’t even realized you placed it there.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay,” His eyes were laced with concern, and his voice was like a soothing balm.

You looked away from him, focusing on nothing in particular and trying to calm your breathing. You grounded yourself and realized how iron tight your grip was on Bucky’s arm, you quickly released, realizing that your nails had broken through his scarred skin, “I-I’m sorry.”

He tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes, and brushed your hair way from your clammy skin, “Don’t be, doll.”

You felt the nickname deep in your bones, it had been so long since he had called you that. You let out a shaky breath and turned away from him. Say something, now’s your chance, say something. You placed your head back on his shoulder and shut your eyes, before whispering, “He wasn’t wrong.”

“Hmm?”

“Steve,” Your voice was barely audible as you said it, you doubted a regular person could hear it, you’d have to remember to ask him if his hearing was enhanced – on second thought, maybe you didn’t want to know…

“Stop pacing, you’re making me nervous!” You obeyed, turning to your friend.

“He should be back by now, Sam! Zemo knows far too much, if he –” You couldn’t let yourself think about what could be going on in the cell, so you turned your attention back towards pacing.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” You let out a sigh of relief at the sound of Bucky’s voice.

“Long enough to get her pacing.” You ignored Sam and gave Bucky a once over before searching his eyes, and thankfully, found nothing out of the ordinary.

“Come with me.”

The two of you let Bucky lead you through the hallways of the prison and down a set of stairs. He eventually pulled out a flashlight and began to explain what he was planning.

“What are you talking about, you want to break Zemo out of jail? Where are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?”

Your mind was spinning at the idea that Bucky presented, everything in you was screaming no, “Y/N, say something.”

“Bucky please,” You begged, taking a step towards him, “Meeting with Zemo was one thing, but freeing him? We can’t do this.”

“We don’t know how they’re getting the serum. We don’t even know how many of them there are,” He paused, “Look, let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

The tone in his voice told you that this ‘hypothetical’ wasn’t going to be as hypothetical as it should’ve, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

You exchanged a look with Sam, “Bucky, seriously.”

He slowly explained his ‘hypothetical’, every word that left his mouth was more suspicious than the last.

You clenched your fists to keep your hands from shaking, you hated where this was going, you hated that look in his eyes, “Whoa. Whoa, Whoa –”

You followed Sam’s gaze and froze in your spot. Zemo, the cause of most of your nightmares and the man who tore apart your family. You couldn’t help but blame him for what happened five years ago – maybe, just maybe, if Tony and Steve had never fought, if all the Avengers had been together, you could have won that initial war against Thanos and his army. Maybe you would still have a family. You knew it was a stretch, but you couldn’t help it.

Sam and Bucky’s resounding “No!” snapped you out of your thoughts.

“When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you backed him. You broke the law and you stuck your necks out for me, I’m asking you to do it again.”

“I really think I’m invaluable…”

“Shut up,” Sam turned back to Bucky and sighed, “Okay. If we do this, you don’t make a move without out permission.”

“Fair.”

Bucky turned his attention towards you, still glued in your place a few feet away from them. He walked over and took your hand again – he had to be able to sense what that did to you, “What do you say Y/N, you trust me?”

You let out a shaky breath and met his eyes, “Always.”

“Okay Zemo. Where do we start?”

You gave Bucky one last look of concern, silently begging him to change his mind before climbing aboard Zemo’s private jet.

“Why don’t you tell us about where we’re going.”

“Sorry, I was just fascinated by this,” Zemo said gently, examining a page in the book he was reading, “I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?”

Before you knew what was happening, Bucky was standing above Zemo, a gloved hand wrapped around the baron’s throat. You couldn’t help but squirm at the sight of it, your whole body burning up.

“You touch that again, and I’ll kill you,” You released a breath alongside Zemo, you hadn’t even realized you were holding it – and it definitely wasn’t a breath of relief.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Bucky, there was a darkness to him that you hadn’t seen in a long time. You barely registered Zemo’s comment about the list of names.

“I’ve seen that book, it was Steve’s, when he came out of the ice.” You looked over and recognized it too, he put a bunch of your suggestions in that book as well. He had watched, read, and listened to every one of them, a sad smiled crept on to your face at the fond memories of your discussions with him about them.

You turned your attention back to the conversation, “You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon.”

Pain flashed though Bucky’s eyes, sometimes you forgot how old he really was, and didn’t even want to think about the horrors he had faced in his lifetime. You had the sudden urge to pull him into your arms and never let go, to remind him that he was safe now and to remember it yourself. But you remained seated.

You pulled at the too short dress that clung to your body, showing off every curve and swell. Arm candy, that was the role you were to play, and you despised every second of it.

Every time you saw Bucky in his uniform, it took your breath away, but the hard mask he currently wore made you feel like you were suffocating. You were struggling to keep from staring at him anyways, so you decided to make it a part of your role, watching him with lust-filled, dazed eyes – easier than giving Zemo that look, you doubted that anyone would blame you.

The atmosphere shifted the moment Zemo ordered Bucky to attack. You had seen him fight before, but not like this – not since his escape from the compound, you shuddered at the memory. Your breath hitched as he sent a man flying with his kick, you felt a mixture of awe, worry, and lust coursing through you. Pull it together, Y/N.

The more he continued though, the more the worry took over, you could tell Sam felt the same way when he reached for Bucky’s arm. Zemo spoke to him in Russian and he released the man, though his movements and expression remained the same, you noticed him blinking something away from his eyes, as though the Winter Soldier had truly been trying to resurface in those brief moments. You subtly gripped his hand, in hopes to pull him back to reality.

You had already been struggling to stay in character, and this exchange made it even harder – it required physical effort to keep the worry from etching your features.

It didn’t make things any easier when Zemo guided you to sit on the arm of his chair, looping his own arm around your waist and resting his hand far too high on your thigh. You couldn’t even focus on Selby’s words because of how uncomfortable you felt. Natasha had always taken on this role during previous missions, she never trusted Tony and Steve to not lose their cool in such a situation, so she always took one for the team. You tried your best to channel your inner Nat, but it only made the ever-present tightness in your chest more unbearable.

Bucky stood with his jaw clenched and you could have sworn that the anger in his eyes was from more than just his Winter Soldier act.

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum,” Zemo got up from beside you, giving your thigh a tight squeeze, before walking up to Bucky, “and I give you him. Along with the code words to control him of course. He will do anything you want.”

It felt like a punch to the gut to see Bucky being treated like a machine to be used and traded, especially knowing that that was exactly what was done to him. Watching Zemo caress his face like you would a prize animal made you even angrier – you had to clench your fists to keep from shaking, trying to keep that aloof expression on your face was a tremendous feat at this point.

You noticed sadness flash through Bucky’s eyes. It was subtle enough that no one but you, and maybe Sam, would recognize it, but it was there, and it killed you to witness.

You turned back towards Selby as Zemo dropped down next to you again. The conversation was halted when Sam’s phone began to ring. Fuck.

You heard Sarah’s voice on the other end, please pick up on what’s going on, please… plea- “Sam I’m sorry, I’ll call you back.”

“Sam? Who’s Sam?” Before she could finish giving the order to kill you, she was dead.

You instantly fell into you action, lunging for the man nearest to you and knocking him out cold – if there was one thing that Natasha taught you, it was to win a fight, and not just that, but to do so in heels.

You quickly followed Zemo out, sticking close to Bucky. When the firing began, you were the first thing he reached for, ensuring that you were by his side as you ran. You only stopped when the men following you were shot dead, you whipped your head around looking for who could have done it, “Well, this is perfect.”

Sharon… You watched quietly as she walked up to Zemo, gun in hand, and Sam tried to explain the situation to her. If you had it your way, you would have let her shoot him, but you knew that wouldn’t do anyone any good. Your heart broke as she talked about how she didn’t speak to her family anymore. You couldn’t help but blame yourself, I should have done more, I should have convinced Steve or Tony to get her pardoned… I didn’t even think about it… fuck.

As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Sam gently put his hand on your back, one look at his face told you that he was feeling the same way.

You let out a sigh of relief when Sharon decided to let you stay with her, you hoped this would give you a chance to make amends – although, that seemed impossible considering what she had gone through.

You paused before walking into Sharon’s place, gesturing at Bucky to stay with you, “You guys go ahead, we’ll catch up in a few.”

She threw a questioning glance your way before leading Sam and Zemo away.

“What is it?”

You didn’t answer the question, you just wrapped your arms around Bucky’s torso and buried your head into his chest. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you, you only knew that after the events of the night you wanted to get the feeling of Zemo’s hands off of you, and more importantly you wanted Bucky to feel a sense of safety and love. He was hesitant at first, but he pulled you tight against him, gently caressing the back of your head, “Are you alright?”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded against him, “I just need a few more seconds.”

Soon enough you pulled away and headed towards the door the others had walked through.

Sharon led you to a room separate from the boys, allowing you to choose from a wide array of sexy yet tactical outfits – anything was better than what you were currently wearing. Once you were ready, the two of you joined the others, Sam was still changing when you walked in and you let out a low whistle, as Sharon said, “Much better.”

Though Sam didn’t acknowledge the remarks, you noticed a hint of a smile creeping on to his face.

Your breath hitched when you saw Bucky on the couch. You had never seen him dressed like this, that tight black suit made you feel things that you didn’t care to admit. As you took a seat next to him you prayed more than ever for his hearing not to have been enhanced, “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Your voice came out a bit higher than you would have intended. You took the drink sitting on the table, assuming it belonged to the man that had you squirming, and threw it back, you were certain you’d need a couple more to get through this night.

Sam and Zemo had drifted off into different direction, leaving you by the bar with Bucky. You swirled the brown liquid in your glass before drinking the last bit of it. You didn’t drink more than you could handle, but you also never drank like this before or during a mission. You needed the liquid courage to be standing next to the super soldier, especially considering what he was wearing.

There were two wolves inside you of, one that wanted to tear that suit off of him and devour him whole, and the other that wanted to avoid looking at him until the suit was gone – either way, that suit had to come off.

Sharon hadn’t been kidding when she described the party, the atmosphere made it even harder to for you to focus on anything but him.

“How do people dance to this music?” Bucky asked, snapping you out of your thoughts before they went too far south.

You knew it was a rhetorical question, but the alcohol running through your veins decided it would be a good idea to answer it, via demonstration of course. You walked towards the edge of the dance floor and threw an innocent smile over your shoulder before starting. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as you sensually swayed your hips to the music, fingers gently outlining your curves before brushing against your face and into your hair.

Bucky was absolutely stunned, he knew that he should do the gentlemen-like thing and turn away, but watching you move like that definitely didn’t make him feel like a gentleman.

When you finally turned to him, the darkened look on his face was enough to make you stride up to him, every step was swift and determined. You took his hand and led him to dancefloor with you. You continued where you had left off, swaying against his body this time. He didn’t move, but he didn’t stop you either, he simply watched – well, felt.

The music changed and you finally realized where you were, and what you were supposed to be doing. Your face felt like a furnace and you stepped away, turning to him.

“We uh… we should find the others,” You managed to choke out.

The look on his face mirrored none of the embarrassment you felt, his expression was still as dark as before. He simply stared at you – or, into you – for a moment before nodding, and walking off. You hurried to follow him, trying to calm your thoughts and cool the burning in your core.

Sam gave you strange look as you joined them, you prayed that he hadn’t seen you, knowing he would never let you live it down.    

“Hey, guys. I found him.”

“Here we go.”

Just before you walked out, Bucky handed you a glass of something, you raised a brow at him and he shrugged, the faintest smirk on his face, “Water. Cold water.”

The tension between you and Bucky on the way to the shipping yard could be cut with a knife. It was enough that you decided to stay outside with Sharon to keep watch, “What’s going on between you two?”

You looked over at her and shrugged, “Nothing.”

“Please, last time I saw you, you made it pretty obvious how attracted you were to him,” You tried to keep yourself from blushing, “You were so young then, it just seemed like a little school girl crush, but this,” she gestured to nothing in particular and chuckled, “Jesus Y/N, you’ve got it bad.”

Before you could answer, you heard the footsteps, you quickly turned on your earpieces, “Guys, we have company.”

You gave each other a quick nod and sprung forward. You activated the gauntlet your brother had created for you and shot two of them, as Sharon attacked with a metal rod.

Even with Sharon’s impeccable fighting ability and your equipment, you were struggling to hold them off. The two of you made your way into the lab, “Guys, we’re seriously out of time here.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Zemo shot Nagel, “Shit!”

“No!”

“What did you do?”

Bucky must have sensed what was coming – maybe heard it with that potential enhanced hearing – because he pulled you against him just as the blast tore through the side of the lab, and threw you to the ground, shielding you with his own body. You winced as he pushed himself off of you, groaning in pain himself.

He reached down and pulled you up, making sure you were steady on your feet before moving to help Sharon and Sam.

You could barely see your targets through the smoke, but you kept shooting, both with your gun and the gauntlet.  You rolled your eyes, as Sam and Bucky began arguing.

“Guys, not the time!” Sharon called out, just as you said, “Really? Now?!”

You managed to fight your way past them as Zemo pulled up with a car, you scooted in behind him, Sam squeezing in next to you, “You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?”

“No.” You let out a genuine laugh, not just at the pettiness of Bucky’s revenge – you still remembered every second of that first car ride you had been on with the two of them, you and Steve thought you were going to lose your minds and eventually decided to move you to the front seat with him and turn the music up – but also because you couldn’t believe that you had just survived that. You had been in bigger fights before, but you had always been covered head to toe in Tony’s gear, this felt like your own fight, and you had made it out alive.

With the adrenaline gone, the tenseness in your body returned. You picked at your cuticles to keep yourself from staring at Bucky as he wiped down his metal hand on the plane. That metal arm had been the star of many of your fantasies, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel between – “You okay?”

You shot your head up, fearing you had been caught staring, but thankfully Bucky’s attention was on Sam, not you. You were desperately trying to ease away from him after your little fiasco at the party, but he wasn’t making it easy for you. The worst part was that he wasn’t even doing anything.

You knew Sam’s comment about the shield struck a chord with Bucky because he made eye contact with you for the first time since your show, and it managed to shut you down enough to meet his glance. You got up from your seat and moved next to him, gently squeezing his hand as he began arguing with Sam about what the shield represented.

Without knowing it, that hand squeezing gesture had become a source of safety for both of you, it was enough to ground each other and let you know that you were safe.

End. 

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If you didn’t see the post from yesterday, I am officially back! So much has happened in the past year and a half, and I’ve FINALLY have inspiration to write again! 

I originally left because I felt super drained and writing had become a chore for me, so I’m going to be a lot easier on myself this time around, meaning: 

I’m only going to be writing for the fandoms/characters I’m inspired to write for (this currently includes Marvel, The Last Kingdom, The Witcher, ACOTAR, and a few others)  

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I think that’s pretty much it! 

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A Stark and her Soldier ~ Part 1

Imagine: Reuniting with Bucky when you end up helping Sam with the Flag Smashers.

Warnings: TFATWS SPOILERS! This takes place during the first two episodes of the show.

A/N: I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’M BACK (with a new header lol)!!! AHHHHHHHH! It’s been nearly two years but here I am… posting this makes me SO nervous, so feedback would be highly appreciated! More parts and some information about what I’m planning with this blog to follow soon! 

“You held us together – do it for them,” he paused before adding, “Promise me you’ll do it for them.”

You blinked away the tears, knowing what was coming, “I can’t promise that...”

“Y/N please,” the way he begged you with that shaking voice was nearly enough to push you over the edge.

“I-I promise.” He squeezed your hand before letting you leave.

“You’ve reached James Barnes, sorry I couldn’t take your call, please –” you hung up before the recorded message could continue, face burning with frustration. This was the 9th time you had tried calling him this week, not to mention the countless text messages.

You scoffed thinking of Steve’s last words to you, how were you supposed to hold them together when you barely held yourself together on a good day? It doesn’t make it any easier when the person you’re supposed to be holding together is so keen on letting himself fall apart.  

Every time you tried calling him, you ended up feeling furious, miserable, or like an absolute failure – usually all three. You promised Steve, you promised, and you failed. You groaned and chucked your phone across your bed.

The last time you had seen him, Steve had still been around, and you hadn’t even spoken to him since Tony’s funeral.

 You and Pepper had walked to the lake, each holding one of Morgan’s hands, and you had sat at the dock watching the arc reactor – his heart – float away, the people behind you forgotten in your grief. The weight on your heart was unbelievable, you had already lost your best friend, Natasha, and now your brother was gone.

You promised him that you wouldn’t cry at his funeral – he always knew it was inevitable – and so you sat there, sending him away with a pained smile.

You had no idea how long you had just sat there, staring at the horizon across the lake, trying to make this last moment with your brother last forever.

“Y/N?” You felt a hand squeezing your shoulder, “You should come back inside.”

“What happens now, Steve?” Your voice was softer than he had ever heard before.

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out together,” he paused for a moment before gesturing to Bucky, waiting outside the house behind him, “He wants to talk to you.”

You gave Bucky a small smile, “Hey.”

He walked over and dropped down next to you, Steve leaving the two of you to chat, “I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” You nodded solemnly.

He added, “For everything, Y/N… he probably wouldn’t even have wanted me here, but –”

You shook your head and took his hand, heart fluttering at the contact. You had always been attracted to him, and it had only grown with every interaction. “That wasn’t you.”

You knew your brother never blamed Bucky, you all knew how it felt to have people mess with your heads and Bucky had had the worst of it. He was furious at Steve for years, but never at Bucky – you could never bring yourself to be angry with either of them, not after the stories you grew up with. Your father had adored the soldiers and you had been one of their biggest fans, and later one of Steve’s closest friends.

There had come a point after the battle between Tony and Steve when you had become sick of all the back and forth. You were lucky enough to find an escape when T’Challa got in touch with you, offering you a chance to come to Wakanda and learn about their technology – you weren’t ashamed to admit that you were the one who contacted him to beg for it. You hadn’t known that Bucky was already there. Slowly but surely, the two of you found comfort in one another and became good friends.  

He gave you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “You should head inside, it’s getting late – I’ll see you again soon.”

He stayed true to that statement, the two of you stood with Sam and Bruce, waiting for Steve to come back after returning the stones – only to have him shatter your hearts.

You only saw Bucky in passing after that, occasionally visiting Steve at the same time – you never said a word to him, beyond a smile or a wave, and then you stopped seeing him all together. You tried, for the sake of your promise to Steve, but he never answered your calls or texts.

“We’ll figure it out together, right, thanks a lot Steve,” You muttered.

You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing, and your shoulders sank a bit when you saw Sam’s name flashing across the screen, “Hey.”

“He’s doing an interview,” You knew exactly who Sam was talking about, “Good Morning America.”

Your stomach turned, “That’s the last thing I want to see.”

“I know, I just thought I’d share my joy with someone,” Sam chuckled, “Any luck with Bucky?”

“I’m just wasting my time at this point,” You could feel the tears returning to your eyes as you said it.

“Hey, come on now, he’ll come around, he just needs some time.”

“Right…”

“Listen, I called because we have a lead, wanna join?”

“Please.”

“I hate it, his stupid face plastered on every wall, it feels like he’s mocking us.”

“Don’t you start, Y/N.”

“Seriously Sam, I get that he’s the new Cap – the fake Cap, but don’t you think that this,” You gestured to the posters around you, “is excessive?”

“It-”

“Shouldn’t have given up the shield.” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice and your face heated up with anger, you hadn’t realized it was possible to feel such contrasting emotions at the same time, but here you were. You noted that his voice was a bit hoarse and wondered if he had been sick.

“Good to see you too, Buck.”

“This is wrong.”

“So is pushing away everyone who cares about you.” He finally looked at you and you saw shame glistening in those steel blue eyes.

He said nothing before turning back to Sam, “You didn’t know that was gonna happen?”

Wow, ignoring your calls was one thing, but outright ignoring you while you stood in front of him, that caused a different kind of hurt.

You stood in silence as Sam explained where the two of you were headed, trying to push away the pounding in your head, and suddenly, you found yourself in a jet sitting next to Bucky.

“You could have answered, even once. Could’ve at least let me know that you were still alive.”

“I know,” Was all he said.

“We were friends once,” Nothing, “and I still care for you.”

“I know.”

“Four months, a full four months and I didn’t hear a single word from you, I’m going to need more than ‘I know’.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry.”

You could tell that he meant it and didn’t know what more to say, so you got up and headed towards the open door of the plane, “I’ll catch you boys on the ground.”

You watched Sam follow, and considered helping Bucky as he fell through the trees, but you decided against it. He hurt your feelings and now you could call it even.

Super soldiers? How on earth were there more super soldiers?! You didn’t have much time to ponder on the thought as you got kicked in the face by one of them and fell off the semi – definitely should have let Tony make you a helmet like he insisted.

You flew back up only to see him dropping out of a helicopter, Fake Cap, fuck.

“Looks like you guys could use some help,” Your blood boiled at the sight of his cocky grin.

You weren’t winning, and you weren’t stupid enough to continue trying, let Steve’s knock-off take care of it.

You flew off just in time to see Bucky lying on top of Sam, the latter groaned in displeasure.

“Hey, can you gentlemen save the PDA for later?” You joked, earning a glare from both of them.

With the adrenaline slowly draining from your system, the pain from the blows you took started to set in, making you dread the trek in front of you. As if on cue, you heard a horn honking and Fake Cap pulled up next to you, “It’s 20 miles to the airport, you guys need a ride.”

“I think we’re good,” You simply stated.

“You won’t make it with that limp.”

You gave him a crude smile, “I’d rather crawl.”  

They stopped and opened the door, you exchanged a look with Sam and Bucky, silently deciding to join them.

You sat between Bucky and Sam, and felt the anger and disgust radiating off of both of them with every word that was exchanged.

“Y/N Stark,” You despised the way he said your last name, like he wanted to devour you, “You are one of the original seven, I trust you know the importance of having a strong team. I’d suggest giving a word or two of advice to your friends here.”

“Did you really just compare being on a team with you two, to being on a team with the Avengers?” You glowered at him, “A word of advice Walker, you’re not Steve, you might be holding that shield, but you will never be half the Captain America that he was. So quit fucking pretending.”  

“I didn’t realize Stark’s sister had such a mouth on her,” He smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing and as much as you hated to admit it, it was working, “Vicious.”

“Go to hell.”

The ride didn’t last very long after that, and you had no complaints when Bucky demanded them to stop the car.

You opened your eyes and rolled over to see Sam still asleep on the seats across from you, and Bucky was sitting on the large crate in the middle of the jet, “Not tired?”

“Nah,” He shook his head.

You pushed yourself to your feet and hopped up next to him, “You’d think they’d make those seats a bit more comfortable considering the amount of time we spend on these things.”

He chuckled and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. After a considerable pause he turned to you, “Y/N, I meant what I said earlier, I’m sorry.”

The dark bags under his eyes were a stark contrast from the beautiful blue that you were looking into, which you noted which had lost its luster. You noticed that his voice still had a bit of that hoarseness from earlier in the day, and the dots connected. You remembered how hoarse your voice used to get when you’d wake up screaming from the nightmares after particularly rough missions. You understood why he was awake, he didn’t want you and Sam to see him like that.

You nodded, “I know, I just wish – I was worried sick about you. I know it hasn’t been easy for you Buck, but we were good friends once and I miss you.”

“I wanted to call, it’s just been tough,” He admitted, and you reached over to take his hand, only to quickly pull away as Sam woke up.

“You two okay?”

“Yeah,” You both said. You wondered if Bucky’s super soldier ability allowed him to hear the way your heartbeat picked up from that brief touch.

Your mind was racing a million miles a minute, you had barely kept the tears in listening to Isaiah’s story, both out of anger and sadness. How? How did this happen? How was this man tortured, then brushed under the rug? How did no one know about it? Why the hell did Bucky keep this from you?

Sam mirrored your pained expression, but something darker lurked beneath his eyes, you couldn’t even imagine the rage he felt. The sound of a police siren pulled you out of your thoughts.

Your anger only grew at the argument that ensued, “I am calm, what do you want? We’re just standing here talking.”

“Just give him your ID,” You glared at Bucky as the words left his mouth.

“Why the hell should he? He didn’t do anything wrong!” You growled, at the same time Sam said, “I’m not giving him shit, we were just talking.”

“Hey, hey, look, is this guy bothering you?” The officer asked you and Bucky. Your eyes widened, he can’t be serious right now.

“No, he’s not bothering us, do you know who this is?!”

You couldn’t even stand to look at the guy as his jaw dropped in shock upon realizing who Sam was, you felt your body shake with anger, and you didn’t even want to think what would have happened if Sam hadn’t been an Avenger.

The officer returned from his vehicle and turned the tables, announcing that there was a warrant out for Bucky’s arrest.

Watching him being handcuffed and put into the car shattered your heart, if the events of the day hadn’t already left you feeling nauseous, you knew this would be the nail in the coffin. All you could see was Bucky on his knees with a gun to his head nearly seven year ago when Steve barely prevented T’Challa from killing him and the four of you had been arrested – Tony had been furious with you, but it was the shame in Bucky’s eyes that had hurt you the most, and here you were, witnessing it again.

You reached over a grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed as hard as you could, desperate for a lifeline to keep you from sinking into those painful memories.

You maintained that same grip on the poor man’s hand as you sat at the police station waiting for Bucky to be bailed out, “Sam, Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you two, I’m Dr. Raynor, I’m James’ therapist.”

The two of you shook her hand and Sam thanked her for getting Bucky out.

“That was not me –”

“Christina!” You’d recognize that voice anywhere from the way it made your skin crawl, fuck, “Good to see you again.”

You clenched your jaw to keep yourself from punching the stupid grin off of his face as he pointed to himself when Dr. Raynor asked him who authorized Bucky’s release. You knew you had a problem with constantly wanting to punch people in the face, it was a trait that ran in the family, but Walker’s face was definitely one of the most punchable ones you had seen – a good ol’ pop in the jaw wouldn’t hurt, right? Just one?

“He’s too valuable of an asset to have him tied up –”

That was it, that was all you were willing to hear, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting in his face and hissing, “Call him that again, and I swear to god Walker, I –”

Sam put his arm around you, hand pressed to your stomach and pulled you back, “Y/N.”

Walker simply smirked and turned back to Raynor, “Do what you have to do and send him off to me. Got some unfinished business, him and I, you too Wilson, and bring your guard dog with you.”

It took everything in your power to keep from snarling at him.  

“James, condition of your release, session now,” The doctor ordered, “You two as well.”

“I’m good, I’ve been to enough therapy,” You shook your head, at the same time Sam said, “That’s okay, I’ll be out here with –”

“That wasn’t a request,” You couldn’t help but chuckle, and decided that you liked this woman.

You and Sam sat on either side of Bucky, facing Dr. Raynor as she got started. You couldn’t help but notice the way Bucky’s eyes shifted and jaw clenched as Sam tried to weasel his way out of the session, and your chest tightened. He looked so tired, and not just the ‘hasn’t slept in a few days’ tired, but more like he was tired of trying – he looked broken.

You decided in that moment that you would try, and not just for Steve, but for the man next to you who had held a piece of your heart before he even knew you, and managed steal that piece away when you had met him years later.

You realized how hard you’d have try when Bucky answered Dr. Raynor’s question with, “In my miracle, he would talk less.”

“Exactly what I was gonna say, isn’t that ironic?” You sighed, so hard.

She turned to you, mimicking the expression on your face, “Y/N, can I trust you to give me a proper answer?”

Try, Y/N, try. You saw a glimmer of hope in Raynor’s eyes as they met yours, but you simply shrugged and looked away, unable to bring yourself to open up, and she let her shoulders fall slightly.

“You guys are leaving me with no choice. It’s time for the soul-gazing exercise. Y/N, you can sit this one out, you get along with both of them well enough.”

You rolled your eyes at the reactions from the boys, this’ll be good. You couldn’t help but chuckle as they got closer to one another, maybe I should have taken part in this exercise. They made eye contact and continued to hold it, you realized what they were doing moments before the doctor did and let out a genuine laugh – earning a glare from Raynor, don’t encourage them she seemed to say.

“James, why does Sam aggravate you? And don’t say something childish.” Your head filled with a hundred different ideas about what stupid things Bucky would come up with, only to have them fizzle away at his cheeky grin towards the doctor, followed by the lick of his lip. It left your throat dry. Snap out of it, Y/N, what’s gotten into you?

He paused for a moment, his expression changing, and turned back to Sam, “Why’d you give of that shield?”

You held your breath, you knew this was going to come up, but weren’t expecting it here. You couldn’t take your eyes off of Bucky, noticing every change in his face, it becoming more pained with every word that left his mouth, and your chest tightening alongside it, until finally, “So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me.”

The break in his voice cracked your heart into a million pieces. You looked up, trying to keep the tears swimming in your eyes from falling. You turned your attention towards Sam and noticed the emotion behind his glassy eyes – it was different than anything you had seen in him before, it was almost as though you could see the burden he was carrying on his shoulders, the pressure that was pushing him in every direction.

I have to fix this, you told yourself, you couldn’t stand to see them like this, I have to try.  

Your mind was roaring with thoughts, you hadn’t even noticed that Sam and Bucky had left until Raynor asked, “What would be in your miracle, Y/N?”

You snapped your head towards her, then to the door, you weighed your options and headed towards the latter. You grabbed the handle and stopped, without turning towards her you whispered, “I’d find a home again, and they’d find some happiness.”

You pulled the door open, “Y/N, I don’t think those two things have to be separate.”

Her words swam in your head until you found Bucky and Sam walking outside, Walker and Hoskins storming off in the other direction.

“What’s that all about?”

“Walker being Walker,” Sam shrugged.

“So, what now?”

“Bucky wants to talk to Zemo,” Every memory that you spent years trying to forget came flooding back: Zemo using those words to turn Bucky into the Winter Soldier, who then proceeded to trash the compound and nearly kill you and your friends; watching your family fight each other at the airport and being forced to pick a side; watching the footage of your parents dying; desperately begging your brother and the man who had become your brother not to kill one another.

“You what?!” You gasped.

“Y/N –”

You stepped between the two of them, close enough to Bucky that you had to tilt your head up to look into his eyes, and whispered, “Bucky, no.”

“This might be our only lead, Y/N,” You stared up at him, silently pleading him, he reflected the same in his own, “Please Y/N.”

He took your hand and you instantly melted, “I – fine, but promise me you will be careful.”

“I promise.”

End. 

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