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You'll Never Know

Summary: You and Bucky share a date before he leaves for war. 40s!Bucky x F!Reader Warnings: Angst, angst and more angst.

1943

You had never been so excited for a science expo. You didn't really know much or have much interest in the stuff but Bucky had asked you to go to the World's Fair and you just couldn't say no. For so long you two had been stealing glances and filling rooms with tension but neither of you had the courage to make a move. When he finally stopped by your work, his cheeks flushed and fidgeting, you knew immediately.

Having known each other for years, you'd think admitting affection wouldn't be such a task. But it was the hardest thing he'd ever done and you could tell by the huff of air he let out in relief when you agreed to go. He'd told you Steve was coming along too and that he invited a girl for him as well. Just like Buck, always looking out for his best friend. Even when the dark cloud of war was hovering over your heads. And you knew he would be leaving for Italy tomorrow, you were determined to make his last night in New York unforgettable.

When Bucky asked you to come with him, he hadn't made it clear if it was a date or just an excursion between friends. But the nervous buzzing energy had you leaning towards the former and he just wasn't brave enough to spit it out.

You spotted him striding towards you from across the courtyard waving his hand with a wide grin on his face. Steve was beside him, looking smaller than usual with his shoulders slumped and his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Hey, doll!" He greeted, his smile awakening the butterflies in your stomach.

"Hey, Buck." You smiled, your eyes lingering on his before looking to Steve.

"And hello, Steve." You added, wanting to make him feel just as welcome. Though you didn't know Steve as well as Bucky, you knew him enough.

"Hi, Y/N. You look lovely." He complimented. You playfully twirled the skirt of your navy blue dress,

"Why thank you, Steve. You're looking quite handsome yourself." He blushed at your praise and you saw Bucky stiffen in jealousy.

"Come on, the other girls waiting for you Steve. Let's go." Bucky clapped his left hand on Steve's back pushing the poor boy forward. Bucky turned to you with smiles, offering his right arm for you to take as you entered the fair.

A cute blonde girl squealed as she noticed Bucky and he smiled back. Still holding your arm hooked on his, he snaked his left hand to rest it on yours. His silent way of showing you, he only had interest in you and this other girl was no competition. You giggled softly to yourself.

The blonde barely entertained Steve's presence the entire time during Stark's presentation. And your heart broke a little for the poor thing. After a moment Steve disappeared and Bucky apologized to you as he ran off to find him. Leaving you alone with the other girl.

"Y'know, Steve is a real sweetheart. You should be so lucky." You glared at the girl and she scoffed.

"That scrawny thing? I only came for Bucky, but looks like he has poor taste anyways." She hissed with a roll of her eyes.

"Ha!" You started laughing uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" The blonde asked, her hands on her hips.

"Oh nothing." You shrugged.

"What's he see in you anyways? Never seen a man so weak in the knees for a plain Jane like you." She snarled, and you clenched your fists.

When your fist connected with her nose, you were surprised at yourself. But it felt kinda good.

"How's that for plain!" You shouted as the girl held her nose. Suddenly you felt yourself scooped into the air by strong arms and pulled out of the crowd.

"I leave you for five minutes and you punch a girl!" Bucky's voice was stern but you knew he secretly loved it. You looked up at him, shaking the hand you punched her with.

"She was getting real smart, Buck. I just couldn't take it anymore."

Bucky burst out laughing and you placed your hands on your hips,

"What? What's so damn funny?!" You demanded as he continued chuckling.

"Never thought I'd see a girl defending me, it's a first." He admitted, his laughter dying down.

"Defending you? What-you heard the whole thing?"

He nodded, a cheeky smile on his face. You slapped him playfully on his shoulder.

"You damn bastard, why didn't you step in and save the day?" You asked.

"I don't know, I wanted to see what you'd do. Didn't think you'd do that though. Hell of a right hook, Y/N." He teased.

"Yeah, you better watch your back, Buck. I'll show you a right hook, you son of a bitch." You sassed.

"Come on, doll face. Let's go dance."

He took your hand and pulled you through the crowd to the dance hall where cheerful music was spilling out into the courtyard. Couples were spinning around the dance floor like figures from a music box.

"Aw gee, Bucky, I'm not that coordinated." You hesitated as the dance floor got closer.

"Neither am I, let's make a fool of ourselves together." He winked. He whirled you forward, sliding the two of you into the sea of couples. He took both your hands in his and started moving to the beat of the band. You felt awfully silly and you were sure you looked even sillier. Holding each other's hands up near your chests like kids on the playground too scared to get any closer. Swinging them side to side and twisting your bodies the best you could to match the rhythm. You broke into a fit of giggles and Bucky joined you, his nose scrunching up in that way you always thought was so endearing. Two fools indeed.

The music began to slow and so did the couples around you. Some retreated to the bar for refreshments, clearing some space on the dance floor. You and Bucky stood rather awkwardly, still holding your hands in that silly position. Watching the other couples around you press against each other in intimate embraces.

"Well, are you gonna dance with me or are we just gonna stand here like two idiots?" You looked up at him with a smirk. His cheeks turned red, a bashful grin on his face as he stepped closer to close to the space between you. His left hand let go of yours and moved to rest gently on your lower back. Your free hand found its way to rest on his upper arm, you had never been this close before. You felt that childish bashfulness bubbling up inside, urging you to avert your gaze. Slowly, he lead you into a gentle waltz.

"How's this for dancing?" He teased, earning a light giggle from you in response.

For a moment, you just looked at each other. Reveling in the feeling, the fleeting feeling. Knowing what tomorrow would bring.

"You owe me a real date when you get back." You said boldly, Bucky's blue eyes widened at your brazenness.

"This isn't a real date?" He retorted.

"This is nice and all but I mean a real one. Like dinner and a movie." You smirked and he chuckled.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really. And you gotta ask me properly this time." You continued.

"Properly? What do you mean?" He was flabbergasted. He thought he was doing so well.

"Bucky, you burst into my place of work like a bull in a china shop and asked me to go tonight. That's not how you ask a lady on first a date." You told him. He huffed,

"Well, alright then." He looked down as his shoes for a moment before his eyes locked in yours again. Those steel blues eyes piercing right through you.

"Will you go to dinner and a movie with me?" He asked, his voice suddenly sultry making heat rise in your cheeks.

"Why, yes, Bucky. I'd love to." You accepted.

"Good. I'll pick you up at 7, on the dot." He winked.

"7 it is. I'll hold you to it."

You danced for a little while longer before it started getting late and Bucky took you home. At the steps leading up to brownstone you called home, you paused. Now it was time to say good bye for Heaven knew how long. And that feeling you'd been keeping locked away all night was rearing its ugly head. That melancholy that he was leaving you tomorrow.

"I had a great time, Buck. Really." You gently laced your fingers with his, looking down at the concrete steps you stood on.

"Me too, doll. Thanks for going with me." He flashed a smile but it fell quickly. You breathed in deeply,

"Come back to me, alright. Safe and sound." You looked into his eyes with such fierceness, such sadness.

"I promise." He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I'll give you a real one on our next date." He gave you a cheeky smile and you grinned back.

"I'm holding you to it, Buck."

A quick hug and he was off. And you headed up to your apartment alone, carrying the sadness on your shoulders until you were behind closed doors. Where you let it go. Let it drop you on your couch like a brick, let it lull you into sleep. Dreaming of that date.

December 1944

You and Bucky had been exchanging letters for a while. Off and on, here and there. You knew he was busy and tried your best not to sink like an anchor when his replies took too long. You kept them in a drawer at your desk, taking them out every night to read his sweet words. His promises, his hopes for his return. He told you about Steve coming to his rescue and how shocked he was at who he had become. You had been just as surprised when you first saw him as well. Captain America, the Star Spangled Man. But he'd always be that sweet boy to you. You wrote him back about everything that had happened here at home. Your new job and how much you liked it. How you planned to go see your folks for Christmas and how you wished he was coming with you. How you missed him everyday and thought of him every night. How you hoped for his safe return and your excitement for your date. You'd even suggested a restaurant, a nice Italian place right down the street from you. Real romantic. You even listed a few movies you heard would be coming out next year that you wanted to see with him. You wondered if he kept all your replies too.

January 1945

There was a letter waiting for you at your door when you arrived home one late January evening. It had the stamp of the U.S Military on it and your heart swelled, maybe it was Bucky writing to tell you he was coming home. Hurriedly, you unlocked your door so you could open the letter.

"Dear Y/N,

I wish I were writing to you under better circumstances. I wish I didn't have to write what I'm about to, I can't tell you how much I wish things were different.

About a week ago, Bucky accompanied me on a special mission. Things were going just fine until he got hit and fell off the train we hijacked. I tried, I tried to save him but he lost his grip. I know how much he wanted to come back to you, he never stopped talking about you. The plans he had, the date he was looking forward to. He loved you, Y/N and I regret that he never got to tell you that himself. He loved you so much I don't even think he realized it.

I'll be off on another mission soon, one to finally stop the people who took Bucky from us. When I'm back, I'll take you out to dinner. I know it won't be the same but it's the least I could do, in his honor. I'm sorry, so very sorry.

Your friend, Steve Rogers"

But Steve never came. Not long after that letter arrived, the news of Captain America's sacrifice was everywhere. You lost not one but both of them. And at some point the pain became so great you went numb. Forcing yourself to work and do anything to keep moving forward. A woman named Peggy came by to visit, she knew Steve and Bucky. She told you of her time with him and the brief moments with Bucky. You became fast friends, helping each other through your grief.

You forever would regret not telling him you loved him. With no grave to visit, to honor. You found yourself visiting old hangouts and reminiscing. Even as the years went by, and you moved on as best you could. You never forgot him. Neither of them. Not once. And you prayed, that somewhere out there in some other universe, he came back to you.

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Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed it! 💜

Gimme Shelter Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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Hazy Shade of Winter

Bucky Barnes x Female OC AU. A ghost from Bucky's past comes back to haunt him. Warnings: N/A Bucky Barnes x Female OC AU. A ghost from Bucky's past comes back to haunt him. Warnings: N/A Word Count: 744 (short first chapter)

I. The Bucharest Ballet

The newspaper in his hand began to shake as his hand involuntarily trembled. Nervously he looked around, at the passersby on the street going about their day, the policemen patrolling the sidewalks. With a clenched jaw, he dropped the newspaper and moved to get off the street. Someone else would see him, someone like the man at the newspaper stand who had fled for his life. He needed to go.

Bucky hesitated at the floor of his apartment. Something was wrong, someone was already in there. And soon more would be coming. He could take one hostile and escape, run as far as he could. But when he entered his apartment, he didn’t expect to see that man again. The man from D.C., the one he learned about in a museum. The man he once knew in his old life. He was going through his notebook, he must’ve sensed his presence cause the man turned to face him. He slightly softened, the notebook still held in his hand. The shield in the other.

“You know me?” He asked, Bucky thought for a moment. His gaze locked on the man,

“You’re Steve. I read about you in a museum.” He blinked, looking down at the notebook Steve now gently placed on the table.

“I know you’re nervous.” He started. “And you have plenty of reason to be. But you’re lying.”

Bucky grit his teeth,

“I wasn’t in Vienna, I don’t do that anymore.” Steve opened his mouth as if to say something but stopped, his attention turning to the window to his right.

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they’re not planning on taking you alive.” He said, there was urgency in his voice. Bucky remained stoic,

“That’s smart. Good strategy.” Bucky shifted his feet and there was a low thudding sound coming from above. Footsteps, hostiles on the roof, more in the stairwell.

“This doesn’t have to end in a fight, Buck.” Steve tried to reason. Bucky sighed, looking down and taking the black glove off revealing his metal hand.

“It always ends in a fight.” The resignation in his voice made Steve’s shoulders sink.

The sound of voices resounded from outside the door. Men were starting to yell and scream, followed by rapid gunfire. Bucky looked to Steve in confusion,

“Who else did you bring with you?” He asked.

“No one.” Steve shook his head. The noise continued and grew more and more violent. Until the door to the apartment smashed open, the body of a Romanian officer flying across the floor. Steve lifted his shield and Bucky looked for his easiest escape. Whatever was about to come through the door was strong, probably about as strong as him. He didn’t hurt people anymore and he wasn’t about to break that vow. A figure, dressed in sleek black launched into the room. Kicking Steve who deflected the blow with his shield but still went soaring backwards into the kitchen. The figure, now on it’s feet stood tall. It was a woman, her black hair cut above her shoulders. She turned to face Bucky, her face void of emotion. Much like him, who he used to be. But her eyes, those eyes. He knew those eyes. He stumbled for a moment and she lunged forwards. She was fast and she knew all his moves. She dodged every punch, every kick every attempt to subdue. And she retaliated in full force, he knew this training. It was his training. It was his moves.

Steve stood up from the rubble in the kitchen, watching what looked like a well choreographed dance happening in front of him. He had to get Bucky out of here, he knew that much, but he also wanted to know who this woman was. So he charged her, giving Bucky time to escape.

“Go!” Steve yelled, Bucky didn’t hesitate. He smashed his hand through the floorboards, pulling out a backpack and took off. Steve turned his attention back to the mysterious woman, she stood up from wall he had just smashed her into. There was no stopping her, Steve knew this now.

“Sam, can you hear me?”

“I hear you.”

“We gotta problem.”

The woman took one long glance at Steve before she brought her leg up again to kick him in the chest. Sending Steve backwards once again, but she didn’t keep attacking. She ran. The same direction Bucky had disappeared.

“This isn’t good.”

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Gimme Shelter: Part Five

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Mature themes, drug use, alcohol, gun, blood, and violence. Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne. Masterlist

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If Bucky could see you now, barefoot and shimmying down a drainage pipe on the side of your building. Maybe he’d finally understand your devotion to him, or maybe he’d have you locked up permanently. The dress you were in was too silky to keep traction so you relied on your bare arms and feet to keep you from falling 20 stories. How long would be it be before Logan came to check on you, then discovered the window flung open. Bucky would kill him if anything happened to you and you felt bad for putting him in this position, but you also were not about to be left out again. Especially after he said he was going to keeping you in his sight at all time. Looking back up at the open window you said a silent apology to Logan and continued your journey down. Your foot slipped suddenly and you clung to the pipe for dear life, slowly adjusting yourself to get steady again. Looking down below you, the street was getting closer.

“Only a little further.” You whispered to yourself, in an effort to keep yourself from panicking. Bit by bit you kept climbing down the pipe until you were close enough to the ground to jump without seriously injuring yourself. You landed in the bushes, despite some minor scratches from the branches you were unscathed. Now, to find a way to the abandoned disco. You had to book it on foot or hail a cab and you needed to choose fast because there was no way Logan hadn’t noticed your escape.

“TAXI!” You yelled, running out into the street waving your arms like a mad woman. Sure enough, one stopped and you jumped in.

“To the abandoned disco, please.”

“You sure, babe?” The driver asked.

“Yes.” You stated, looking out the window to see Logan come bursting through the doors of your building.

“And step on it!”

The driver cocked his head and pressed the gas. You watched as Logan’s figure began to disappear and you made a mental note to apologize to him when this was all over.

About thirty minutes later you asked the driver to let you out on the side of the road, you didn’t wanna arrive too close and arouse suspicion. You saw Bucky’s Rolls Royce and your heart leaped. Quietly, and keeping your head low you peeked into one of the windows. A few of the lights were on, and in the middle of the dilapidated dance floor you recognized the back of Bucky’s head. Sam, Steve, Clint were all there too and Natasha! She was standing next to what you assumed had to be Stark, he was flanked by two men on either side. Without Logan here, Bucky was outnumbered.

“Idiot.” You muttered under your breath, he should’ve taken Logan with him instead of putting him on guard duty. You could hear muffled voices but what was being said was unclear, so you decided to move somewhere closer. You moved to the left side of the building and found a hole in the concrete.

“Look, Barnes. I really want to be cordial with you, but I have to say your attempt to kidnap and torture my best man really put a damper on everything.” Stark said.

“You made a move on my girl, you crossed the line first, pal.” Bucky argued back.

“Buying someone a drink is hardly crossing a line, I told you I didn’t want us to be enemies.”

“Admit it, Stark. You were trying to undermine me by going after, Y/N.” Bucky was seething, you could hear it in his voice.

“Barnes, buddy, I did nothing and you spiraled. Maybe its time you retired.” You hated to admit but Stark was right, he made one small move and Bucky lost it. Ending up with Natasha getting kidnapped and now this whole mess.

“You came onto my turf and started sniffing around my clients, and you think I just retaliated for nothin’? I’m protectin’ what’s mine, Stark.” The bite in Bucky’s voice was cutting. As you crouched by the hole, trying your best not to be seen, footsteps slowly approached you. Before you could even squeak, a large hand was over your mouth.

“Hey Boss!”

Bucky turned his attention to the man sauntering into the room, with you held hostage.

“Found this little bird outside eavesdropping.”

Stark turned to look at Bucky who was clenching his fists, looking at you intently. You looked at him then down at the floor, ashamed of becoming the damsel in distress.

“I thought you left your precious thing at home?” Stark lifted an eyebrow. Bucky remained silent, his focus now was your safety. No matter what that took. You struggled against the hold of the man.

“Put her next to the red head, Banner.” The man dragged you over to sit you in a chair next to Natasha, your hands were bound and your mouth gagged. Just like her. All you could do now was watch and hope Bucky could talk his way out, and that you didn’t just royally screw this up.

“Tch, tch, tch.” Stark shook his head. “I really wanted to make this work, Barnes. But, finding your little spy out there, sure puts another damper on my forgiving attitude.”

“Just let her go, let the girls go and let’s settle this.” Bucky stated.

“Settle? Theres nothing to settle, you planned to kidnap Rhodey and now I find your girlfriend spying. I can’t allow that, Barnes.”

“The what do you want? You want me to let you move into my territory? What?”

“For someone they call the Winter Soldier, I sure don’t see what’s so scary about you. All talk, no bite.” Stark sauntered toward Bucky, Steve and the others stiffened.

The doors to the disco burst open, Logan barreled through the doorway turning everyone’s attention to him.

“Man, you really can’t be trusted.” Stark grumbled in Bucky’s ear.

Bucky’s eyed widened, his mouth dropping open. Then the blood started pouring, you screamed but the cloth in your mouth muffled it’s strength. Bucky dropped to his knees as bullets started flying from both sides. You and Natasha rocked in your binds, Natasha pleading for help. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Bucky, he was still on his knees, slightly bent forward, one hand supporting him up and the other clutching the wound in his abdomen. The blood was pooling around him. Logan was at your side, freeing both you and Natasha. You scrambled for Bucky, ignoring the bullets still flying through the air.

“Y/N!” Logan shouted but you were already at his side.

“Bucky? Bucky? Can you hear me? Oh God.” You rambled, the blood was gushing out of him, the color had completely drained from his face. His eyes hazy as he turned to look at you, with his bloodied hand he reached to caress your face.

“I told you—to—s-stay.” He stammered.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” The tears were mixing with the blood on your face. “I—just. I never meant-“

Bucky groaned in pain and the strength he had keeping him up faltered. He let himself drop to the floor, rolling on his back, you immediately placed pressure on the wound with your hands.

“Y/N we gotta go!” Logan commanded. You ignored him, looking at the man you love.

“It’s ok, babe. Go.” Bucky’s voice was hoarse and it felt like a knife in your heart. You shook your head,

“I’m not leaving you, not like this.” You cried. Bucky’s hand trembled as he lifted it to rest atop your own.

“I’ll be ok, I love you.” He forced a smile, you leaned down and kissed his lips, they felt cold.

“I love you too.” You whispered, you couldn’t make yourself get up. Logan pulled you off Bucky with such strength it took your breath away. Once again you were being carried away from him, watching Steve and Sam lift his limp body. The pool of blood he left behind, the blood staining your dress and your hands and your face. You closed your eyes and let Logan take you away, hoping that when you opened them again it would just be a nightmare.

WEEKS LATER

The funeral was small and no one except those closest to Bucky came. But news of the “Winter Soldiers” death traveled and memorials popped up here and there, from those whom Bucky had been good to. You had moved in with Natasha, not able to bear the penthouse and the ghosts that lingered in it. Bucky had left a considerable amount of money for you, in the event of his death. He made sure you never needed to work again and you chuckled when you saw the cash in a large duffle bag that Steve brought over. The mourning might never end for you but you found something to distract yourself from the endlessness of it.

“You sure about this?” Natasha asked.

“He took Bucky from me. An eye for an eye.” You replied, looking down at the file on Stark’s girl Natasha had dug up. A pretty blonde thing she was, what a shame she’d have to suffer for Stark’s actions.

“Say the word, Lady Winter.”

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Pas de Deux

Summary: You and Bucky find solace in each others shared experiences. (Bucky x Female Reader) Warnings: 18+ smut and mentions of brainwashing Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere but this blog. Word Count: 1.9k

Bucky stalked alone back to his quarters of the compound. Stark had thrown another party and he’d sat through it begrudgingly. Tucked away in the corner with a drink clutched in his hand like a security blanket. Steve had thought it would be good for him to be around others but it only made him feel more alone. He wasn’t like everyone else, especially not Steve. He wasn’t adjusting as well to the transition as Steve had. He was still fighting Hyrdra’s manipulation and trying to keep his head above water. Something Steve or the others would never understand. Bucky didn’t fault them for that. They we’re trying their best but their best wasn’t working for him.

With his hands tucked firmly in his pockets, he entered the common area and was intending to keep on his path across the way to his room when he heard faint music. The lights were out and he didn’t see anyone around but the unmistakable sound of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake wafted through the room like a ghostly waltz. He moved further into the common area thinking the music was coming from someone leaving a radio on but there was no one around. Then he realized, it wasn’t coming from the common area but the room above it. When he entered the stairwell the music was clearer and as he ascended the stairs it became louder.

The floor above the common area was just an empty room, it was used for various reasons. Meditations, yoga sessions or just a place to be away from everyone in total quiet. As Bucky entered the room, the lights were dim but there you were dancing across the floor. In the pointe shoes that had been your only request from Tony when you agreed to stay at the compound. He had thought it an odd request but it was important to you. You were so lost in the music at first, you hadn’t noticed Bucky watching you with awe. With a heaving chest you turned the music down,

“Hello, Barnes.” You said without turning to see him collect himself after being caught.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” He apologized. You reached for the little towel on the stool where the speaker was and wiped the sweat from your face and neck.

“You didn’t.” You turned around to look at him. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket and he averted his gaze in embarrassment.

“Shouldn’t you be down at the party with everyone?” You asked, tossing the towel back onto the stool. He looked up at you briefly before looking back to his shoes,

“Yeah, I was for a bit. Not really my thing.”

“Is your thing sneaking into rooms and watching women dance?” You smirked and his face flushed a little.

“I heard the music and-I’’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” He turned and opened the door to leave,

“Wait, I didn’t mean for you to go.” He stopped and looked back at you.

“You like Tchaikovsky?” You asked, he took his hand off the door and stepped back into the room.

“I don’t know, I haven’t really spent a lot of time listening to music.” He replied.

“Oh.” You nodded.

“But you-you like to dance?” He stuttered and you smiled.

“I don’t know why but it keeps me sane. Even though I was never a ballerina, something about it makes me feel at ease.” You answered, he furrowed his brows.

“Never a ballerina? Could’ve fooled me.” He joked.

“Yeah, when Hydra plants false memories of being a ballerina into you for years, you cling on to the only good memories, y’know?”

Bucky’s face fell,

“Hydra? You mean?” You could see the confusion written on his face mixed with the pain. You knew Hydra had had their way with him too. You nodded.

“You didn’t know?” He shook his head, Steve had kept this from him. They all did, When you had been recruited, he was told you were just an ex spy that defected and S.H.E.I.L.D took you in. A moment of silence passed,

“How do you cope with it?” You started, “All the memories, real and fake.”

He took his hands from his pockets, he looked down at his left hand that had a black leather glove on.

“I don’t know.” He muttered. Slowly, you walked towards him. Closing the space between you, you reached for his left hand and he pulled it back. You looked up into his blue eyes, swirling with unspeakable pain.

“I’m not afraid of you.” You reached for his hand again and he let you. You took off the leather glove revealing the silver metal. You traced your fingers across his palm, enjoying the chill of it. Bucky was tense and he wasn’t quite sure what was going on but he didn’t feel like running. For the first time there was someone else who knew what it was like. To have been manipulated and controlled.

“Come.” You took his hand and guided him to stand in the center of the room.

“Take off your coat.” You ordered, and he nervously obliged. You stepped over to the speaker and turned the music on once again.

“I-I don’t know how to dance. I can’t-“ He made a gesture to himself as he tossed his coat aside.

“You don’t need to dance. Just-“ You gripped his hands and guided them to your waist. “Lift me when I say to.” He looked into your eyes, as if looking for reassurance which you gave with a subtle nod. Slowly you propped yourself up on your toes and began to spin, his hands anchoring you at the waist. You stretched your arms up to the ceiling, moving your fingers to daintily. With your back facing him and your arms still in the air,

“Now.” You whispered and you felt the squeeze of his hands against your body. He lifted you up his and you kicked your legs out. He set you down and you commanded,

“Again.” Up you went, moving your legs and arms into an elegant pose.

“One more time, this time set me down slow.” Into the air once again, you threw your arms up over your head and spread out your legs, you turned your head to face him. Your noses barely inches from each other. Gently, Bucky began lowering you. Your bodies pressed against each other, you could feel his heart beating against your back. When your feet touched the ground you turned to look up at him, placing both hands on his chest. His hands still lingering on your waist. He wasn’t even aware of himself anymore, it was like something else took over. The man in him that desperately needed human contact, affection, intimacy. All things he had been deprived of for decades.

It was similar for you, being a covert spy with mixed up concepts of self didn’t aid in the dating pool. Here it was, two people so desperate for affection, so terrified of putting their faith in others.

“How long has it been?” The question was bold but you knew your next move would be even bolder.

“Since what?” He asked, his voice was breathless at the proximity of you. His forhead just barely grazing yours as he looked down at you, dark strands of his hair forming a shield to the outside world. You snaked your hand up from his chest around to settle on the back of his neck, he twitched at the touch.

“Since you kissed a woman?” You pressed your lips to his before letting him answer. His breath caught in his throat and you felt his lips tremble ever so slightly against your own. You pulled away but not too far, still close enough to ghost your lips across his own.

“Since 1943.” He whispered before initiating another kiss. He kissed you with confidence and his hands roamed your body freely. His flesh hand came up to cup your head while his metal one pulled you flush against him.You deepened the kiss, your tongue colliding with his. For someone who hadn’t kissed in 70 years he was doing very well. You could feel the heat starting to emanate from between your legs and the sign of his obvious arousal pressed against your front. Breaking the kiss, you brought your hand down to caress his cheek and he softly brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“If we do this there won’t be any turning back.” You said, he smiled and let out a small chuckle.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have followed that music.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” He confessed, and you felt your heart break. You felt the same.

“Then lets be alone together.” You guided his lips to yours again, simultaneously pulling down the sweats you were wearing. He started fumbling with the clasp of his pants which you made quick work of, he kicked them off and they slid somewhere across the floor. His metal hand was ice to your skin as he helped you pull down your panties. For a moment you stood there, naked and taking in each others appearance. His chiseled abs, the uneven skin around the flesh that connected to his metal arm. And when you came back together, your back crashing against the wall, his arms hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his torso. It felt like the stars aligned, like the universe was created in that very room with the two of you at its center.

Your hands raked through his hair, grabbing and tugging at it. He held you as you positioned yourself to take in his length. A wordless glance before he thrusted in, audible gasps left both your mouths at the shock of it. You reveled in it, breathing heavily against each other before he started. A slow, smooth rhythm but each beat felt like heaven. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, the soft moans of his adding to your own pleasure. You let your head fall back against the wall, your hands dragging down his back. Feeling the muscles move as he continued his pace. He lifted his head up to look at you and you kissed his swollen lips fiercely, drinking in every moan and sigh like it was sweet honey spilling into your mouth.

You felt him start to tense and twitch and his breathing became more ragged, as did your own. With foreheads pressed together, you each met your ends with breathless moans. Gently, he set you back down onto your feet and you noticed you were still in your pointe shoes. You couldn’t help but laugh and he along with you. Bodies glistening with sweat and the room steaming from the encounter, you gathered up the clothes scattered on the floor.

“I’m not sure that is what Stark intended for this room.” You joked and Bucky smirked, as he fastened the clasp of his pants. He looked over at you and you met his gaze, both of you thinking the same. Grateful for the intimacy, the unspoken understanding now between you.

“What Stark doesn’t know won’t kill him.” Bucky commented, you finally took off your pointe shoes and held them by the ribbon, letting them swing beside you as you walked closer to Bucky.

“I could always use a dance partner, Barnes.” You said, and he smiled shyly. Neither of you were quite sure what this was or what it would become but maybe it could help you both on your path to heal from your pasts. No one else here or anywhere could ever understand what it was like.

“Anytime, doll.”

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Gimme Shelter: Part Four

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Bucky was pacing the floor of your bedroom. You were sat on the bed, knees clutched to your chest watching him. It was 4am and Bucky hadn't sat down since Steve came by to tell him the news. After you had left The Roxy, Steve and the others were going to follow but got held up some over enthusiastic party goers. In the mess of people, Natasha disappeared and never checked back in.

You were doing your best to keep yourself together. Natasha was a smart woman and she no doubt could handle herself but you couldn't stop your mind from going to the worst outcome. Bucky slamming his fists against the granite countertop in the bathroom brought you back from your thoughts.

"Fuck!" He shouted, startling you.

"Babe." You called softly, him breaking the sink wouldn't do Natasha any good. He ignored you, but you could see his broad back rising and falling as he breathed. You stood up and slipped your robe on before walking over to him.

"Babe." You said again, placing your hands gently upon his shoulders. He softened at your touch and loosened his grip on the countertop.

"It's my fault." He sighed. You shook your head,

"No. No, it's not your fault." You denied. He turned to look at you, his face riddled with worry.

"Yes, it is. Somehow, he caught on to my plan or he knew what Natasha was to me and-"

"James, stop." You held his face in your hands. "It is not your fault. We'll find her." You stated. He brought his hand up to rest on yours as you continued to hold his face. He kissed your palm and moved to rest his forehead against yours.

"You should go back to bed." He sighed.

"Not without you. Losing sleep isn't going to help find her either." Bucky nodded reluctantly and followed you back to the mattress. Neither of you got much sleep and when you awoke you found Bucky in the living room pouring over a table full of files and papers. Steve and Sam were there as well, Logan and Clint were on their way.

"This was everything Tasha had on Stark. He must've known she was a threat and that's why she-" Steve stopped himself. Bucky sat down on the off white couch, he was still in his bathrobe from this morning. Elbows on his knees he placed his head in his hands. You hurried yourself to get out of bed and get decent before you joined the others. Had no one else been here you would’ve flung yourself onto him and hoped the closeness would help take some of the burden away. But Nat needed you just as much as Bucky did and you were going to find her whatever it took.

“She found his rabbit hole and his right hand man Rhodey.” Sam spoke up. “That should be enough for us to go on. I can get Logan and Clint to help get this man to talk.”

You walked in the room and Sam and Steve both turned to you, somber smiles on their faces as you went to sit beside Bucky. He looked up, taking his hands from his face as you rubbed comforting circles on his back.

“Heres what were gonna do.” He started, scooting forward on the couch so he could be closer to the pool on info Nat had acquired. “Sam, you take Clint to track down this Rhodey, guy. Whatever you gotta do to do it, do it. Just try to keep it discreet.” Bucky looked over to Steve,

“You are gonna meet me at the warehouse with everything we need to get this pig to squeal. And I mean everything.”

You realized that really only left Logan and you without something to do and your stomach dropped as Bucky turned to you,

“No.” You shook your head. “No!”

“Babe, I need you safe and Logan is-

“No! You promised me you wouldn’t leave my side!” You shouted, Steve and Sam averted their gazes.

“I know but I can’t have you go missing too, alright? Logan can keep you safe I trust that man with my own life.” Bucky cupped your face in his hands.

“I don’t care about that, I wanna help find Nat! She’s my friend too and you swore you wouldn’t do this to me!” You stood up, hovering over him.

“Y/N, please. I’m trying my best here, alright. I can’t lose you too!”

“What about you, huh? I can’t lose you either.” You retorted and Bucky let out a sigh.

“Fine, we’ll figure something out.” He conceded and you sat back down. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and focused back on Steve and Sam and how they intended to find Rhodey.

FOUR HOURS LATER

Logan and Clint had arrived and Bucky sent Sam and Clint out to find Rhodey. Steve left before they arrived to set up the warehouse as Bucky requested. Bucky had since changed from his bathrobe into a maroon suit. It was just Logan, Bucky and yourself in the penthouse. He was much larger than you had last remembered, then again the last time you saw him was so brief you hadn’t really gotten a good look. Bucky and Logan went out on the balcony to talk while you stayed inside, thinking about nothing but how Natasha was doing. Was she ok? Was she alive? Part of you wished you hadn’t convinced Bucky to leave early that night. If you hadn’t than maybe she wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.

There was a knock at the door and you stood up from the couch, waiting for Bucky to come back in to open it. A moment passed and a note slipped underneath the door, fear started creeping up your spine as you walked towards it. Bucky was still on the balcony, he must not have heard the knock. Carefully you picked it up, looking up at Bucky once before deciding to open it yourself.

Dear Mr. Barnes,

I know what you were planning to do with Rhodey, your men were intercepted. Don’t worry, everyone remains unharmed including that lovely red head. I’d love to keep it that way unless you prove difficult. Meet me at the old abandoned disco at 9:00 and lets talk. And bring that gorgeous girl of yours too, man she is quite the beauty. Till then,

T. Stark

“Whats that?” Bucky’s voice startled you and with a shaking hand you handed the note to him. Logan came to stand beside him watching intently. Bucky crumpled the note without a sound.

“We’ve been compromised.” Logan said it more as a knowing statement than a question.

“He intercepted Sam and Clint.” Bucky’s voice was low and you knew he was doing his best to keep his anger in check. Logan took in a breath, his hands on his thick leather belt. Bucky ran a hand through his hair and gave Logan a subtle nod. You looked between the two men for a moment before you were swept up by Logan. Throwing you over his shoulder as you squirmed and writhed, you watched Bucky holster his pistol on his hip. Logan was leading you towards the bedroom where he tossed you onto the bed,

“Bucky you bastard! You bastard!” You shouted as Logan locked you inside. You slammed your hands on the doors, still shouting at him.

“I’m sorry, doll. I love you.” Bucky whispered through the crack of the door to you and you let out a whimper,

“Bastard.”

You let your body slide against the door till you landed on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest as you cried.

“Keep her safe, no matter what.” You heard him tell Logan before he left and you filled with anger again. Through teary eyes you looked over to the left at the window. Wiping your face on your arm, you stood and walked towards it. Looking down at the city below and the drain pipe that so conveniently led all the way down.

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Hazy Shade of Winter {COMING SOON}

A Bucky Barnes x Female OC AU

Summary: AU where MCU Bucky was involved with the Red Room training program where he met Anya Petrovna. When the illicit affairs and espionage appear to be over, what happens decades later when Bucky meets a ghost from his past?

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Sweetest Thing

Synopsis: You join Sam and Bucky to assist them with the Flag Smashers. Since you're a telepath, you come in handy. One night, while Zemo and Sam are out, you and Bucky have a little heart to heart.

Warnings: angst and a little fluff 💝👍🏻

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Since The Blip, you started working more with Bucky. Assisting him and Sam when the fiasco with the Flag Smashers became bigger than expected. As a telepath, your abilities came in handy quite a bit. Nothing could be hidden from you, though you had a rule about invading peoples minds. You never did it without permission unless it was essential to an operation.

Bucky wouldn't admit it but he was nervous about working with you. His mind had been invaded so many times before. Molded to whatever was needed of him. But you showed your trustworthiness, and Sam vouched for you too. In time he began to ease up when you were around.

Often he'd find himself enjoying your company and preferring it to being alone like he usually was. He wasn't used to this feeling and he suppressed it as much as he could. He was unstable and never truly felt like he was worth all the trouble Steve had gone through for him. Even if he was free from the programming he still didn't feel comfortable and he was scared to let anyone else in.

Sam had forced himself in, somewhat against his will. But you, you were different. He didn't want to hurt you and he knew if you saw everything he was you'd turn and run.

One night, while Sam had taken Zemo off somewhere to gather more intelligence, it was just you and Bucky alone in the apartment.

The place was spacious, way too spacious for two people. Bucky was in the kitchen fixing himself a drink and you were sitting in the living room typing away on your laptop. As he watched you, he felt his heart rate speed up and he started feeling a nervous itch. Like he needed to move or he'd jump out of his skin. He took a sip of his drink and continued to observe you. Admire was a better word for it but he wasn't ready to admit that.

You were a pretty closed off person, didn't let a lot of people know much about you or where you came from. Other than what was on file. Bucky related to that in a way, he figured with your power it must be hard to let people in. Hearing thoughts and seeing someone's intentions before they act on them. He didn't realize he'd started tapping his foot anxiously until you spoke,

"You know, Sam did warn me about the staring thing." He stiffened and downed the rest of his drink as you closed your laptop.

"I'm used to people staring but it's usually after they find out what I can do. It's typically a disapproving, disgusted look but." You shook your head. Bucky felt like a deer in headlights. He hadn't meant to make you feel like he was disgusted by you. He just couldn't keep his eyes off you, they were drawn to you like magnets. He was wondering if you could sense it. Sense the feelings he'd been working to bury underneath layers and layers of gruff aloofness.

You stood up and walked over to the record player in the corner. You hadn't taken Zemo for a musical guy but he had an extensive record collection.

"Do you mind if I put on some music? It sort of helps keep me from hearing-" you waved your hands around your head mimicking the thoughts you often heard from unsuspecting strangers. If someone's mind wasn't strong enough, even without you trying you could hear them. Their deepest, darkest secrets and desires. Bucky nodded and you spun back around to place the record you chose onto the needle.

Music started gently drifting and echoing around the apartment. You breathed a deep sigh of relief, looking over at Bucky who was still standing stiff in the kitchen. You chuckled lightly as he averted his gaze to the floor,

"You don't have to ignore me either. I understand the staring, it's okay I'm not offended."

Bucky looked up at you, his eyes looking to you then back to the floor. His heart began to thump again and the song playing seemed to be spilling his secrets for him.

I wanna get close to you, tug at your ribbons and pearls

Just feel my heart go bump, baby

Feel it coming on through

He took in a breath and moved towards the living room. Finally leaving the sanctuary of the kitchen. He realized he hadn't spoken a single word and now he wasn't sure he could. He stood before you, a healthy distance away still, and parted his lips to speak but couldn't find the words just yet.

What he asked you to do next took you by surprise,

"I want you to read my mind." The statement was simple, but you never imagined him ever saying it.

"You want me to what?" You retorted, utterly floored at his request.

"I want you to read my mind. I'm- I can't express things correctly." He stuttered and you felt a twinge of pity.

"Why do you want me to read your mind?" You wondered, this was sort of sudden. You hadn't meant to make him feel guilty for staring. You truly didn't mind it, you kind of liked his attention if you were being honest.

"Just do it." He said, and you didn't argue any further. You closed your eyes and tuned the music into a low tone in your mind, you reached out to Bucky's mind. At first there was nothing, just emptiness and silence. Then, you saw flashes, images. Some you recognized but it wasn't from your perspective, but from his.

You saw Sam and the glares and eye rolls. The jokes and the sarcastic remarks. Then you saw yourself, laughing and smiling. Bucky seemed to hold onto those moments with you. He watched you more than you noticed and you felt that twinge in your heart. That pull on something you'd been ignoring since you agreed to work with them.

The warmth you felt from those memories of his was overwhelming. You knew you were blushing and you would deal with the embarrassment later. You were going to end the connection when you saw new flashes, Steve, Hydra, he still remembered everything. You pulled yourself out before you saw too much.

Tears were welling in your eyes as you opened them. You brought the sleeve of your shirt up to wipe them away quickly. Bucky still stood in that same spot, watching you. His face anticipating your rejection, readying himself for you to walk out the door.

"What did you see?" He asked, his voice a little more broken than he liked. You steeled yourself as you met his gaze.

"I saw myself. Your memories, with Sam and some with Steve." You didn't mention the ones of Hydra. That was something he probably didn't mean to reveal and you'd never speak of it.

"Bucky. I-" you paused, trying to gather your thoughts.

"It's okay." He said, shaking his head. "You don't have to reciprocate or respond or anything. I just wanted you to know and that was the only way I could do it." He looked down at his shoes and you felt that pull again. That tugging on your heart. He moved to turn around and you grabbed his hand, pulling him back to face you.

You reached up and kissed him. It took you both by surprise, but he kissed you back and you relaxed. You felt his arms hovering nervously at his sides and you broke the kiss to guide them to rest on your hips. You looked up into his blue eyes before going in to kiss him again, softer this time.

"You know." You whispered against his lips. "Next time you want to tell me something, just tell me." You joked and he flashed a smile as he leaned down to peck your lips.

"Understood." He mumbled.

When Sam and Zemo came back later that night, they found you both asleep on the couch. Your head on Bucky's chest and Bucky's arm around you, his head leaning back on the couch.

Zemo looked at Sam,

"I told you so."

"Shut up." Sam grumbled and left the room. Zemo smirked to himself, and went to his quarters. Leaving you and Bucky in each others embrace.

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Song referenced in the fic is Sweetest Thing by Gene Loves Jezebel

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Gimme Shelter: Part Three

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Warning: mild smut, 18+ only, read at your own risk.

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Sam and Steve were at Bucky's side not long after you left. Bucky had his hands gripping the chrome railing, his eyes scanning the crowd of revelers.

"Does Lang know?" He asked.

"Yeah, I told him. He just asked not to make a mess of the place. If it gets ugly it goes outside." Steve replied.

Bucky pushed himself off the railing and turned to face his partners.

"I don't plan on getting ugly, that's what he wants. He's trying to rile me up so I make a fool of myself." Bucky cocked a hip as he considered which hand to play. He rubbed his jaw with his left hand.

"What's the move, boss man?" Sam crossed his arms over his chest. Bucky looked to him then to Steve.

"He wants me to look weak in front of my clients. Coming for Y/N directly, he knows my weakness and that's not good. We need to get info on his and exploit it immediately." Bucky spoke.

"I can have Tasha get on it." Steve added. Bucky nodded,

"Go tell her and have her bring Y/N back out."

Steve and Sam looked at him confused.

"But you just said she's your weakness?" Sam questioned.

"I know but shoving her in the back makes me look scared and I'm not giving him the satisfaction. From now on, Y/N is with me 24/7. As long as I keep her in my sight he can't do anything." Bucky explained.

"I'll go get them." Steve jogged down the stairs and made a B line for the back office.

"Sam, call Clint and tell him to get his ass down here ASAP."

Sam nodded and moved to leave when Bucky stopped him,

"After that call Logan. I need more muscle."

"On it." Sam left and Bucky turned back to look out at the dance floor. Everything was normal, the party was going smoothly. Nothing seemed amiss. His meeting with Lang went well and they planned to continue doing business with each other. Lang also promised to push new clients Bucky's way. This whole mess with Stark was going to be snuffed out like a candle flame. He'd be sorry he ever came to town.

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Steve came to retrieve you and Natasha, simply saying Bucky changed his mind and wanted you with him. You quickly darted from the room not bothering to listen to whatever Steve was telling Natasha. Bucky wanted you and that's all you cared about.

You found him sitting in the VIP lounge, legs spread wide and his arms resting on the back of the seat. He smiled slyly as he saw you approaching.

"Come here, baby." He patted his lap and you eagerly obliged. He brought his left arm to wrap around your waist while he started nuzzling your neck.

"What changed your mind?" You asked, reveling in his touch.

"No one can keep you safe better than me." He breathed against your skin and you felt chills ripple through your body.

"I'm not gonna let some bozo try to separate us. You're staying with me no matter what." He continued, looking up at you. His blue eyes were dark with lust and you knew he'd have no qualms throwing you back on the lounge for the whole club to see. It would be a display of power to any and all who tried to intimidate him.

"Does that mean I get to come with you everywhere?" You wondered, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He smiled, your noses brushing against each other.

"Everywhere. I'm not letting you out of my sight." Both his hands were off the seat now, one holding your thigh and the other resting on the back of your neck.

You couldn't hide the smile spreading across your face. You'd wanted nothing more than for him to let you in just a little bit more than he already did. Of course, the situation wasn't ideal and you knew this was a protective measure but it still made you happy.

"Why don't we take this party home?" You flirted, dragging your index finger down from the tip of his chin to his chest. You knew he was making a show of sitting like a king on his throne, that this Stark fellow was watching somehow and Bucky was making sure he saw how much he didn't care. Like a spider to the fly, he wanted Stark to make a bigger move before he showed his true hand.

"You know I can't refuse you." Bucky kissed you quick and gave your thigh a squeeze before letting you go.

"You're such a liar." You giggle, he has refused you plenty of times before except when you dangled sex in the air like a dog bone or insisted so hard he couldn't say no. Bucky chuckled,

"But you love me anyways." He squeezed your ass as you stood up.

"You bet your ass I do." You took his hand and led him down out of the VIP section.

Bucky had the valet bring his car around and he tipped the young boy extra. Perhaps guilt for accosting the poor waiter earlier.

"Did you tell the others we left?" You asked as he sat in the drivers side.

"I saw Sam on the way out, they know." He replied. "Now the only business I wanna discuss is what I'm gonna do to you when we get back." He winked and you felt the goosebumps rise up on your arms.

Back at the penthouse, Bucky barely locked the door behind him before his hands were on you. His lips melded with yours and your own hands reached up to grip his long hair. He shuffled you backwards toward the bedroom. He pulled the straps of your dress of your shoulders, it fell down to your hips baring your breasts to him. You kicked the rest off, leaving you in nothing but panties.

You broke away from kissing him to help him shed his clothes. You ripped his shirt open and ran your hands down his muscled abdomen as he undid his belt. You pulled at the waistline of his slacks, teasing ever so slightly.

"Enough of that." In a swift motion he scooped you up and tossed you back onto the bed. He crawled on top of you, kissing you roughly from your lips down your body. You let out breathy moans of pleasure and reached down to unbutton his slacks. You need him now, the playfulness at the club was enough to have you rearing to go. It took a lot of strength not to make him stop the car and fuck him right there in the drivers seat. But you were patient and now it was time.

Bucky kicked off his slacks and reached back down to pull your panties down before pulling down his own underwear. You pulled him back down to press your lips together in a greedy, desperate kiss. As you held him there you felt him enter you softly at first, then his thrusts became stronger and stronger.

Your hands clawed down his back, moans and gasps of ecstasy escaping your mouths. You looked into his eyes as he hovered above you, wild and ragged. This was a love you'd never find again and didn't want to. You'd never give him up, come hell or high water, and you saw that reflected in his eyes.

With a fervent kiss, and screams of pleasure you reached the end. Bucky flopped onto his back beside you, chest heaving and slick with sweat. You let a moment of silence pass between you. Listening to the sound of each others breathing start to steady. You turned onto your side to face and him and he did the same.

"You know I love you, right?" He said, his blue eyes now a calm sea.

"Of course I know. I love you too." You replied.

"I want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you. Till the very end and even then I'll still love you."

You giggled,

"What's this all about? You high on sex?" You joked. He grinned and let out a chuckle,

"Maybe a little but I mean it."

"I know. You don't have to tell me."

"I do. Just in case." The grin disappeared from his face and you felt a nervous tinge in your chest.

"James, don't talk like that." You rarely used his full name but this was a conversation you didn't like.

"For my own selfish reasons I just want to make sure you know. That's all. I'm not made of steel." He continued.

"I know you aren't and I appreciate the reminder but this feels an awful lot like a man who's certain death is knocking on his door and he's afraid." You retorted. You knew this business was risky and his life was constantly on the line but he never talked to you this way before and it was scaring you.

He looked at you softly, smiling.

"Fear of death is not my issue." He said. "I'm sorry for ruining the night with this, I just-" He paused and reached his hand out to caress your hair.

"You didn't ruin the night, but you will if you keep it up." You sassed and he grinned.

"Come here." He beckoned, and you snuggled up against him, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you and it didn't take long for you to fall asleep enveloped in his warmth.

You didn't know what time it was when you heard the knock on the door and felt Bucky leave the bed. You sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, rubbing your eyes. There were muffled voices coming from the living room, a moment later Bucky came back into the room.

"What's wrong?" You mumbled, your eyes still adjusting to the light. Bucky ran a hand through his hair,

"Nat's missing."

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Gimme Shelter Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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Gimme Shelter: Part Two

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.

Part One

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The Roxy was packed. When you and Bucky pulled up in his Rolls Royce, there was a line of people down and around the corner waiting to get in. Bucky stepped out first and extended his arm to you to help you out. Immediately you felt eyes on you from the people around. Some might've seen Bucky before and assumed he was someone important. Some might know exactly who he is. You could always tell by the gaze. If they stared in awe, they had no idea. If they averted their gaze, they knew. It kind of made you feel good. Knowing how much power he radiated just by walking into a club was intoxicating.

Music was beckoning you inside from the front door and Bucky didn't like lallygagging. The bouncer at the door shook Bucky's hand and unhooked the velvet rope to let you both in.

Being Bucky's girl had its perks. Free drinks, complimentary appetizers and the best seat in the house. Natasha was waiting for you in the VIP booth, dressed in a black dress that clung to her curves and showed off her cleavage.

"There's my girl." She winked as she saw you and Bucky approaching. She gave you a warm hug admiring the emerald green satin dress you chose for the evening. Nat gave Bucky a nod,

"Steve and Sam are stationed as you requested. There's been no activity so far." Natasha told him, leaning closer so she didn't have to shout over the music. Bucky nodded,

"You keep Y/N company. I'm gonna make the rounds." Bucky turned his attention to you, he squeezed your hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Be right back, babe." He smiled, and left you in Nat's company. You watched as he melted into the crowd of people, shaking hands and sharing laughs with men you assumed were clients of his.

Nat lightly touched your shoulder,

"Come sit with me, I got us a bottle of wine to share." She gestured to the bottle that sat in a bucket of ice on the small table.

"Oh you know me well." You beamed, eagerly taking a seat on the red velvet lounge. Natasha opened the bottle and poured you both a glass.

"Cheers!"

Bucky had disappeared from view so you gave up trying to spot him in the crowd of party goers.

"Don't worry. He's a pro." Natasha placed a hand on your thigh gently. You forced a smile and took a swig from your glass. You knew he was good at his job but you couldn't help but be nervous for him when he wasn't in your line of sight. As long as you saw him you at least could see proof everything was fine.

You remembered the nights he would come home bleeding and bruised. Scaring you half to death but he would always flash that charming smile, like he felt no pain, and he'd let you help him clean himself up and act like nothing happened.

To be fair you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with him. He didn't pull his punches and you knew that before you insisted to come along anyways.

You were here to have a good time and enjoy yourself. It was best to not act like you were waiting for something to happen, so you downed the rest of your glass and stood up.

"Come on, Nat. I wanna dance!" You grabbed her hand and dragged her off the lounge, down the stairs leading to the VIP area and out into the dance floor. You joined the other dancers throwing your hands in the air and swaying your hips.

"You know Barnes isn't gonna like this." Natasha whispered in your ear as she danced.

"He can come to me if he's got an issue. No use waiting for the other shoe to drop." You brushed off her warning and kept going. Letting yourself feel the beat and let loose. As long as Nat was with you he wouldn't get mad. And if he did give her trouble you would be her defender.

You were having a great time dancing and laughing with Natasha when the song changed to something slow and you saw couples gathering together. Nat took your hand and went to lead you away from the dance floor when a man bumped into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He apologized. You looked up to see a slender man with dark hair and a well trimmed beard. Nat still held your hand and her grip was getting tighter.

"No harm done." You moved to step around him when he blocked your exit.

"I really do apologize, can I make it up to you? A dance perhaps?" He was charming but in a sleazy sort of way that made your skin crawl.

"Really it's fine." You smiled politely.

"Are you sure? I promise not to step on any toes." You didn't like the way he said that last sentence and Nat clearly didn't either.

"If you don't get out of the way I'll make you." Her voice was harsh and the man looked at her as if he was shocked at her temper.

"Apologies, ladies. I meant no harm." He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away allowing Natasha to continue leading you back to the lounge.

Nat poured you both another glass of wine but you could tell she was on alert. Something about that man didn't feel right, the way he spoke like he knew who you were gave you the chills.

"What's wrong?" You asked looking at Nat who was laser focused on the the people on the dance floor.

"Nothing, don't worry." Her eyes were scanning the room, probably looking for Sam or Steve. Bucky no doubt was in some back room talking business. She made a signal with her hand and a moment later Sam arrived.

"Hey, foxy." He winked at you and you smiled. Sam always had a lighthearted air to him and you appreciated his presence.

"What's the deal, Tasha?" He asked.

"Where's Barnes?" She inquired.

"In the back with the owner talking shop. Why?" Sam answered.

"I think our bogey arrived." She said with an edge. Sam turned to look around the room,

"Where is he?"

"Tall, dark hair and a clean cut beard. He interrupted us on the dance floor." Nat replied. Sam whipped his head back to you.

"Are you alright?" He questioned. You nodded,

"I'm fine he was just persistent and it felt like he might've known who I was." Sam furrowed his brows,

"What do you mean? What did he say?"

"Nothing specific. It was just a feeling I got." you insisted.

Sam sighed, "I'll have Steve get Buck. He's not gonna like this and it might be best you get Y/N out of here."

"Wait, no I don't wanna leave!" You protested.

"You're Bucky's girl and this man stepped to you without him around, Bucky ain't gonna like that especially because he was clear about your safety." Sam stated.

"I know, I know. Can you leave that part out, I don't want things to get ugly." You looked at Sam, ready to beg if you had to. You were asking him to lie to his boss and that wouldn't go well either if Bucky found out. But you could handle that. You really just wanted this night to be normal, for once. Sam looked to Natasha and sighed.

"Fine. I won't mention you, I'll tell him Nat spotted him and that's it. Ok?"

"Thank you." You squeezed Sam's hand,

"Yeah, yeah you better cover my ass if he finds out I lied for you."

"Count on me." You promised. Sam turned and left you and Nat alone again.

You took a sip from your wine glass and waited for Bucky to reappear and ask you to leave. It didn't take long, you saw him striding for you and parting the sea of people as he went. His face was riddled with anger and he climbed up the stairs to you.

"Where is he?" His question was directed at Nat.

"Last I saw he was on the dance floor." She lied, but only partially. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, the other on his hip.

"Babe, come sit down. Let's think this through." You patted the seat next to you. Bucky looked down at you as if he was debating his next move, the song changed again and a waiter came up the stairs with a drink in his hand.

"A drink for you, Miss." he placed it down in front of you.

"I didn't order anything." You said, confused.

"Oh, it's from an admirer." The waiter said. Bucky grabbed the waiter by the collar. You jumped to your feet, your hands gripping Bucky's biceps in a feeble attempt to stop him. Nat stood as well but she knew not to interfere.

"Who sent it!" He growled.

"Bucky!" You shouted as the chorus of the song blasted in your ears.

She's crazy like a fool

"I-I don't know, Sir!" The waiter stuttered. Bucky shook him, gripping his collar tighter.

What about Daddy Cool

"Don't fuckin lie, tell me the name!" Bucky yelled.

I'm crazy like a fool

"I don't know, man I swear! All he left was this card! That's all I know!" The waiter whimpered. Underneath the glass was a white card with the initials T.S. Bucky dropped the waiter and the boy scurried away, tripping down the stairs as he went. You looked at him as he was seething with rage. He crumbled the paper in his fist and was seconds away from smashing the drink onto the floor when you tugged on his arm again.

Bucky smoothed his hair and his jacket, taking out a cigarette and lighting it quickly.

"Nat, you take her to the back and don't you fuckin come out until I say so." He commanded.

"Bucky, please!" You protested. He took a drag from the cigarette and shook his head.

"No. I'm taking no chances." He stated, he gripped your face and placed a harsh kiss on your lips.

"Do this for me, doll. Please."

You knew there was no arguing with him. So you went with Nat, you turned back to look at him and he blew you a kiss, you reached out your hand and caught it tightly in your fist. He straightened his hair, the cigarette bobbing in the corner of his mouth as he turned around. Last thing you saw was his broad back disappearing into the crowd.

What about Daddy Cool

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Gimme Shelter: Part One

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.

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For as long as you'd known him, Bucky was the man of Los Angeles. He knew everyone who was anyone and they all bowed to him like he was the second coming of Christ. Course if they didn't there would be consequences of varying degrees.

To you, Bucky was an angel. Sweet, gentle and caring. When you met you were dancing at The Rainbow and he stopped a particularly handsy man from trying to tear your glittery little number off your body. He knocked the man out cold with a single punch and within the same breath lent you his hand to help you out of the chaos.

Since then you've been on his arm. You knew he was a kingpin and he pushed all sorts of product around the city, he had the police in his pocket and always assured you everything would work out. But you weren't privy to all of his dealings, especially the more dangerous ones. He preferred to keep you as far away as possible when it came time to do dirty work. He'd sometimes disappear for days leaving you questioning if he was still alive only for him to show up at your shared penthouse apartment with a smile and a bouquet of flowers.

Despite it all, you loved him and he loved you and you knew he'd do anything for you and you felt the same. It was a wild kind of love but you wouldn't trade it for anything. You got to see the world with him and no longer needed to strip for money to eat. Some of the members of his crew even became like family to you too. You were especially friendly with Bucky's right hand man, Steve Rogers. They'd known each other since they were kids and Steve was as loyal as they come. He was always kind of enough to keep you updated on your lovers well being when he was off in some God forsaken place doing things you probably didn't want to know about. Then there was Natasha Romanoff, a beautiful red head who was as deadly as she looked. She was the brains behind most of the operation and often you two would go on shopping trips and became fast friends. As the only women in the circle you clung to each other like glue. She was insanely deft with a gun and knew how to hold her own in a fight. You'd only seen her skills up close once, and you felt bad for the man on the other end of her wrath.

Lately, everything was smooth sailing. Tonight you had a date to make an appearance at The Roxy. A big party was planned and having Bucky show his face would do good for business.

You sat at your vanity adjusting your hair and makeup. Bucky was in the bedroom, sprawled out on the cream colored silk sheets, a cigarette balancing in between his fingers as he watched you. You could see his smug face in the mirror as you continued prettying yourself for the evening.

"God Damn you're beautiful." He commented. You smirked as you put the final pin to hold your hair in place. You looked at him through the reflection in the mirror,

"Don't you forget it."

Bucky laughed and got up from the bed. Wearing nothing but his underwear, his hair disheveled from previous activities. He walked up behind you, his cigarette free hand guiding your face to look up at him so he could place a kiss on your freshly red lips. It was a fervent kiss, so much so when he pulled away his lips were stained with red. You reached up with your thumb and smeared the red from his mouth.

"Can't have you going out like that, darling." You cooed. His blue eyes burned holes into you as he smiled. He moved to kiss you again when there was a knock on the door, he stopped just before your lips.

"This better be important." He grumbled before striding to grab his robe to cover himself up.

You listened as Bucky opened the door,

"What is it, Steve?" His voice was laced with annoyance but you knew as much as it bothered him when business interrupted your time together, Steve would never show up without necessity.

"We got a problem." You heard Steve reply. It was a quiet for a moment then the door closed. Bucky must've let Steve in not wanting this conversation to be overheard by anyone in the hall.

You stopped what you were doing so you could listen closer.

"Word is a new pusher arrived in town and he's looking to take your place. I've had a few clients come up saying they've been visited by a Mr. Stark offering them more product and more protection." Steve said. Your blood went cold. For so long it had been peaceful. No one dared to challenge Bucky on his turf, everyone was too afraid to step to The Winter Soldier.

"He thinks he can just come into my city and start negotiating with my people and that I won't notice?" Bucky's voice was filling with rage, you could hear it simmering in him.

"I've been told he's gonna show at The Roxy tonight. Natasha says the intel is good so I'd say we gotta be careful." Steve continued.

There was a loud smash and you flinched. Bucky just broke something in his fit of anger and you hesitated as you stood up from your vanity.

"Get everyone who's in town, we're gonna make sure we're ready should this Stark decide to play games." Bucky growled.

You stepped into the living room where to the two men were standing, on the floor was a broken glass vase. You walked over to Bucky and placed a soothing hand on his back, the cigarette was now hanging from the corner of his mouth. Steve gave you a friendly nod and you returned it.

"Y/n, I'm not sure you should come tonight." Bucky turned to you, putting his cigarette out in the ash try on the coffee table.

"Baby, where you go I go. If this man is foolish enough to challenge you in public I wanna be there to support you." You said. Bucky shook his head,

"It might get dicey, babe. I can't have you getting hurt."

"I won't get hurt, I'll stay with Nat. Or have Steve protect me." You argued. Bucky sighed, Steve folded his hands in front of him.

"I need Steve with me, but I guess I can spare Nat to protect you."

You reached up on your toes, took his face in your hands and planted a kiss on his lips.

"I promise you I'll be fine."

He kissed you back,

"I'll make sure of it." He let go of you and turned back to Steve.

"Get Nat and Sam ready, tell them to be prepared for anything and that Nat's priority is Y/N's safety if anything starts to get hairy."

"You got it, boss." Steve turned on his heels and moved to leave when Bucky said

"And Steve." He ran a hand through his brown locks. "Tell em The Winter Soldier is coming."

Steve nodded and left. Bucky kissed your forehead and walked into the bedroom. You stood in the living room, the broken glass around your feet as you wrung your hands together. Hoping tonight wouldn't go the way you knew it would. It always ends in a fight.

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