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#‘To my dearest Tony; fuck around and find out. hugs and kisses— Steve’
a-on-my-head · 3 years
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Quintessential to every stevetony romance is a moment where Steve threatens Tony with the format of “Fuck around and find out” with a few extra “Misters” in there for emphasis and Tony proceeding to fuck around and find out.
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wordynerdygurl · 4 years
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The Guy
Author’s Note:  Hello my lovelies!  I have to say, I love writing requests and taking part in Challenges.  It helps me sharpen my skills!  But, with the insane way the world is right now, I offered to participate in one... then lost the details.  So, with my sincere appreciation for @lancsnerd​ ,who kindly sent me a reminder about my missing “assignment”, I present the following! Summary/ Prompt:  A quote of “He’s the guy” and my boy, Loki Pairing:  Female Reader x Loki Warnings:  Swearing, Implied Smut, Fluff, Soft Loki
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“Are you gonna tell me what I want to know?  Or… do we have to do this the hard way?”  Gravel filled and low, the Winter Soldier had you pinned against the rough brick wall, his metal arm holding your wrists together.
“Ooph!  Bucky!  Get off!”  “Make me, princess!”  
Kicking your legs free, you swung around Bucky, locking him in a bear hug from behind.  Squeezing him with your thighs, your forearms wrapped around his strong neck, “Tap out, Buck!” Wheezing, staggering back, Bucky tried spinning you around but even his metal arm was unable to grab you, “Never!” Applying more pressure to his windpipe, you grunted, “Give me the win!” “No way”, you felt his hard hand grip your thigh, breaking your hold.  Suddenly you were untethered, above your feet was the ceiling of the gym, and then there was no breath in your lungs.  Bucky had managed to flip you over and slam you down onto the waiting mat with reverberating force.  Gasping loudly, you curved up to meet Bucky’s waiting hand, “You alright, doll?”
Shaking your head, sitting up, “That was a dirty trick, Barnes.  I had you and you know it.” “Yea… but you still haven’t answered my question, so I couldn’t let you win.”  Pulling you to your feet easily, Bucky threw his arms around you, his warm hug an easy way to make sure there would be no lasting damage from your sparring session. “Why do you want to know so bad?”  Lowering yourself to the workout bench, forearms resting on your knees, you kept a close watch on your sparring partner. Tossing you a towel, Bucky grabbed both of your water bottles, sitting down on the mat in front of you.  Wiping the sweat away from your forehead, slugging down the cool water, you kicked at the super soldier sitting criss cross applesauce.  Leaning back, resting his weight on his arms stretched behind him, “Because...  I worry about you.  I want to make sure you’re safe… and I want to believe this guy is good enough for you.” Considering his words, you snapped your bottle shut, nodding, “I get it, Bucky.  I really do.  I’m just… not ready to talk about it.” Sensing your hesitation, Bucky patted your knee, “Just know that I’m here when you are ready.  And if he fucks up, I’ll kill him.” Laughing, you stood up with a groan, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind!” At dinner that night, Steve knocked into your shoulder, “Hey kiddo.”
“Hey Stevie!  How are you?” “It’s spaghetti night, what more does a guy need?”  It was an easy exchange, making you chuckle as he loaded a plate high with pasta and sauce before settling himself into the chair next to you. Unfolding a napkin to lay over his trousers, “Bucky told me you’ve met someone?” Flicking your eyes to the Winter Soldier, who all of the sudden was very interested in something Tony was saying, you munched on your garlic bread.  Swallowing thickly and patting your mouth clean, you turned to Steve, “Oh, he did huh?” “Yes… but he says you won’t give up this guy’s name?”  Concern was present on your friend’s face.  While you appreciated Steve's sentiment, it wasn't necessary, not entirely.  You knew what you were doing and you didn't want to be talked out of it, even by your well intentioned friends.
"I don't know why everyone cares so much.  He's a guy… I'm a girl… it's traditional and boring."
Swirling a fork through his saucy plate, lifting those dutiful blue eyes to yours, "So why the secrecy?"
Chewing, thoughtful, you considered Steve's question.  It was valid.  You were quick to acknowledge that, answering, "Um… because we're still in that love bubble.  Ya know?"
Chiming in, Bucky curious now, "Love bubble?  I don't know what that is… what does that mean?  Love bubble?"
"It's that time in a new relationship when… um… it's like…" words failing, you desperately tried to give structure to your argument.
Interrupted by Loki, sulking at the end of the long table, "She doesn't want to share her paramore.  Greedily, she wants to keep the pair in a love bubble.  Separate and safe from any interference.  Unpopped, if you will."
"Is that true? You don't want us to bug you?"  Bucky's eyes widened at the thought.
Shrugging, you dug around for another meatball, "Kinda… Look, it's not that I don't love you, Buck.  Or that I don't trust you, Steve.  It's just… all of you can be a lot to deal with.  And-" looking at the faces of each of your Avenger friends, "-my… guy… I really, really like him.  I don't want to scare him away."
Admitting it out loud, that was taking a lot of your courage but you were being completely honest.  This guy, he was just about perfect and you didn't want to blow that by bringing him around your overprotective people so soon.  Natasha, the group's mama bear, smiled.  "Seems reasonable to me.  Give her some time, fellas… if he's half as great as she says, we'll like him well enough."
Steve, smiling a little in your direction, "I don't know who he is… but it seems like he makes you happy!"
Bucky, over protective, kept hounding you, "When will I get to meet him?"
"Soon, Buck.  I promise." 
"I wonder who it is… this man you care about so much that you're protecting him from us, your dearest friends!"  It was Loki, musing from afar that made the observation, his sharp eyes on you.
"I told you-" It was Tony’s turn to interrupt, loudly calling, “FRIDAY?”
“Yes, Mr. Stark?” “Start a pool.  Five dollar buy in, guesses on who this guy is… whoever has the winning answer gets the kitty!” “Tony!  Not cool!  And, not necessary!  You guys don’t really need to do this!”  But your protests went unheard as chatter erupted and a round of bills were flung on the table. Steve, murmuring to Bucky across the table, “What was that guy at the coffee shop?  Cameron?  Carson?” Snapping his fingers, Bucky answered, “Carlton!”
“He’s my guess, Tony.”  “Shit, Steve.  That’s not fair… but, ok.  Ok, my guess is Matt.  That guy from the pizza place who kept bringing extra chicken fingers for you!  You’d never admit to a date with him!”  Bucky, smug and pleased, sat back content with his detective work.
“Natasha?  Thoughts?”  Tony was typing away, his interface with FRIDAY recording all the back and forth, compiling the list of possible boyfriend candidates. Tapping her lip, Nat watched you, “Hmm… Is it Warren?  The kid from China Star who rode the Kawasaki and always wanted to take you for a ride?”
Clint leaned over you, grabbing a breadstick as he threw down a ten, “I want to put Charles, from the IT department on the list… and Juan, the recycling rep.  Both of those guys follow you around like puppies and I could see you taking pity on at least one of them!” “Nope.  No way!  She went out with Charles once already.  He was the guy who ate her french fries at dinner.  Big No-No!”  “Rhodes, how do you remember that shit?  Fine, not Charles then.  What about Frankie?  The dude from the diner?”  Clint asked the assembled team, looking for someone to back him up.
Mortified, hiding behind your hands, you grimaced.  The list, it kept growing, and you could feel icy eyes of judgement lighting you up from across the room.  You knew you’d have to answer questions later.
Jane, having joined Thor at the table, was getting caught up on your situation.  Conspiring with her Norse God of a boyfriend, she chuckled, slapping a bill on the table with the announcement, “Our money is on Loki.”
Silence overtook the room.  Everybody stared at the small, brunette scientist, evaluating if her suggestion was real or a joke.  A guffaw broke out of you and quickly gathered steam, propelling you directly into a hiccup filled giggle fit.  In a flash everyone joined in, the idea of you and Loki being together was at once so hilarious and unbelievable. It was also diverting enough that the talk of your love life died completely.  Grateful and satisfied, you finished dinner without any other questions, even offering to do the dishes.  While you were scraping remnants into the compost bucket, you felt the room’s temperature drop, noticing that Loki had slid into the room, "Love bubble is it?"
Dropping the plates into the sink, plunging your hands into the soapy water, his strong ones glide over your shoulders, "Yes.  I'm really enjoying our little bubble of love."
“Me too.”  Pressing a small kiss to the curve of your neck, Loki pulled your body close, hugging you tightly from behind.  As Loki was nearly a foot taller than you, it was nothing to tip your head up, his welcome mouth finding yours for a soft kiss.  Curving your back, your bottom rubbed against his pelvis, his desire already rising. “Although, they had a lot of suggestions, my innocent little kitten.  Should I be worried?” Shaking your head, “No.  None of those… meatballs compare with you, Loki.” “Good.  That makes me glad… and I’m pleased to know how coveted you are, my pet.”  Roving hands took the liberty of sliding under the hem of your shirt, fingertips just grazing over your bra covered breasts.
Sighing into Loki’s loving touch, “Not that you were much help!"
"What can I say?  I like seeing you squirm"  his lethal voice purred, warm against your ear.
Pirouetting in his arms, your damp hand brushing back a strand of dark curls, "Jane almost gave us away.” A small smile, almost sad, pulled down Loki’s lips, “Is the idea of you loving me so hilarious?”
“Not to me.”
His head dipped, lowering those pink lips to your own, almost colliding… when laughter, drawing near, broke your moment of connection. Effectively ending your private chat, Thor stomped confidently into the room unaware of the way Loki jumped back as if scalded, or the way your hands trembled at the possibility of discovery.  “Brother!  I need to speak with you!” Flicking his desire filled eyes to yours, Loki smirked, “Of course… to what do I owe the honor?” “I have asked Jane to be my bride!” “Brother!  It’s about time Jane made an honest man out of you!”  Loki, more than a little surprised but genuinely pleased for his sibling, hugged Thor close.  “YAY!  That’s so exciting!  Have you guys picked a date yet?”  Wiping your hands dry, leaning against the sink, you were happy to hear all of Thor's big news. Shaking his blonde head excitedly, “We shall be wed in three months time… and I was hoping that Loki would play for our special day?” 
Loki, blushing a deep rosy pink, “Thor… It’s been years.” 
“So?  What of that, God of Mischief?  You always find a way”, wagging a finger at his dark hued brother, Thor’s teasing grin was sweet. Piling on excuses, trying to gently defer his brother’s marital request, Loki added, “I don’t think I have a suitable instrument.”
That was enough for your mouth to hang open, “Wait… you want Loki to perform?  Like play music?  At your wedding?”  “Of course!  He’s the best chamber musician in Asgard.  Possibly the entire Nine Realms.”  Pride filled Thor’s words at Loki’s accomplishments, something you found impossibly charming, even if you couldn’t quite believe what he said was true.  
“Thor, really… I don't think-" Clapping a broad hand onto his younger brother's shoulder, Thor’s tone changed, “Music from home, Loki. It would mean so much, especially since… Mother and Father-”  
Loki held up a hand, stopping Thor from going further into emotional sincerity, unable to bear the rawness in his brother’s words.  Closing his eyes, agreeing, “Fine.  Ok, I’ll… I’ll do it!’  Loki could sense your watchful eyes on him, curious and questioning, as he gave into his older brother.    
With his easy smile spreading, Thor’s joy pushed the cloud of sadness away, “Our special day will be filled with music!  And flowers!  Jane has a whole… Pinterest board?  I don’t know what that is but she’s filled it with ideas-” spinning around to grab you off your feet, Thor continued, “And you’ll be invited too!  All of the team must come, not just my wayward brother!” Getting swept up in Thor’s passionate excitement, you laughed, offering up more congratulations and promises of attending.  As your toes touched the floor, Thor pulled Loki away, “Jane says you will take Darcy as a date for the ceremony.” Tilting his head, Loki shrugged shyly, speaking loud enough for you to hear, “Uh… actually, I already have a date.” Gripping Loki in a rib smashing hug, Thor squeezed his little brother tightly, “That is marvelous news!  Jane will be so pleased!  So, who’s the lucky girl?” Smiling, you watched them go, happy to see the pair so connected.  You didn’t need to hear Loki’s answer.  You knew who he’d be taking to Thor’s wedding.
That night, as you were toweling dry your cropped hair, a pop of green light signaled the arrival of your secret boyfriend.  He was positively electric, grabbing you by the terry robe covered hips, and kissing you swiftly.  Loki's hands rubbed over the soft fabric on your back until they cradled your smiling face, "Hmm… you smell so clean that it makes me think dirty thoughts."
Giggling, you rose up on your toes, curling your hands into his tangle of dark hair.  You bent his waiting mouth to your own, savoring the sensation of shared breath, as your tongue flicked over Loki's lips, “Dirtier than that?” Nodding, his heated look hungry, “Oh yes.” "How dirty are we talking?", you teased, resting your cheek against Loki's chest.  His rich laugh, rumbling through his core, joined your own.  Pressing his forehead to yours, Loki sighed sweetly, "I missed you…"
"I just saw you at dinner!"
"But it's been too long.  I… I need more."
Turning to hang up your towel, over your shoulder, "More what, my prince?"
"More of you."  Having gained on you while your back was turned, Loki was behind you now, wrapping his long arms around your waist.
Squealing, delighted, "LOKI!  Someone will hear!"
Dropping you quickly on the mattress, Loki shimmied up beside you, toying with the open collar on your robe, "So?"
"So… they'll find you here."
Thoughtfully, Loki’s proud look captured your own, "Maybe I don't care.  Not anymore… Maybe I don't want to keep you and me… us, a secret."
Swallowing hard, your gaze trapped by Loki's earnest expression, "Really?  You're ready to pop the love bubble?"
His fingertips brushed over the thin skin between your breasts, "Yes?  I… I think so.  Are you?"
Biting on your bottom lip, scrutinizing his handsome face, "Loki, I…"
Freezing, his hand stalled, and Loki sat back on his heels.  Looking out your window, shoulders slumping in resignation, "You don't want to tell anyone.  You are ashamed to be with me."
Swiftly sitting up, cupping his face with your hands, crooning, "No, no, no, no, no, no!"
Shrugging away from your touch, "You don't care for me, not like you claim to, if you won't declare your feelings for all to hear."
"Loki!  That's not it at all."  
Letting you tug him closer, Loki's tear filled eyes still refused to meet your own, "Loki… I… I love you.  And… I just don't want to share you.  Not yet, anyway.  That is-" putting your arms around his neck until you were nose to nose with the red-rimmed eyes of an emotional Odinson, "-my only reason for keeping our romance quiet."
Whispering, Loki was too shocked to shake you off, "You… love me?"  His voice wavered, as if the idea of being loved by you had never been a real possibility, as if something impossible was occurring right here and now.
On your knees, sighing, you started pressing tiny kisses along those sharp as knives cheekbones, "Yes.  I am crazy in love with you, Loki Odinson."
Loki had held you tightly before; in the night when terrific dreams haunted his sleep, in the night when he claimed your body for his own.  But this embrace, after telling the dark Prince the truth in your heart, had no equal.  
Still taller than you, even though you were both kneeling, Loki's right arm wove around your waist forcing your hips flush with his own.  His left supported your back, his hand cradling the nape of your neck, helping him kiss you soundly.  It was conquering.  
You were his.  Body and soul.  What's more?  He was yours.
Coming up for air, panting from the work of loving you, "My dove, my dearest one… I love you too."
Shucking your robe was easy and Loki savored the lavender soap scented skin he exposed.  If a spot of you wasn’t kissed, it was licked. If not licked, nipped.  If not nipped, it was caressed.  And Loki was very thorough. When you mewled, weak from forced pleasure, “Loki… please.  Make love to me.” he was eager to comply. “Look at me, darling girl.”  Puffing out your pleasure filled breath, skin dewy with perspiration, you met Loki’s eyes with your own.  Resting his hand over your heart, he lifted your own, letting you feel the pattern of his pulse.  “It beats for you and for you alone.” In the afterglow, laying in Loki’s arms, you stifled another giggle.  Groggy from exertion, Loki opened one eye, “What’s so funny?” “You never told me you play a musical instrument.” “You never asked.”
“Are you any good?”
“You’ll find out when you accompany me to Thor’s wedding.” --- With his heavy cello, Loki took a seat on the edge of the dance floor, taking just a moment to get settled.  A beautifully strange combination of concentration and relaxation mingled over the features you loved so dearly.  Fiddling with strings, taking a moment to tune the instrument, you admired his long, talented fingers as they took their place on the frets. The din of conversation was silenced when the first low note of Loki’s song echoed through the ballroom.  Everyone paused, entranced at the melody weaving its way through the throng of well wishers.  Many were surprised, but not you, not entirely. You knew how long Loki had been preparing for this moment.  It wasn’t all about making Thor’s day special, although, that was surely part of it.  No, he planned to seduce every single person with sound.  Giving all of the attendees a taste of what being loved by Loki was like, he hoped The Avengers would see that he was worthy of you in all ways. Mesmerized, the bow danced over the strings, each note perfectly played.  It wasn’t hard to picture those shapely digits dancing over your skin in the dark of night.  Sending a shiver up your back, you sipped at your champagne, unwilling to take your eyes off of Loki. “I didn’t know he was so talented.”  Bucky, stiff in his tuxedo, sidled up to you with Steve in tow. “Me either.  Look at those fingers fly!” “Guys… hush.”  Shooting a silencing glare their way, you let the music transport you, swaying just a bit at the soothing sound. Too soon, in your opinion, the last lingering note of Loki’s song filled the hall.  Rising swiftly, Loki bowed at the applause, then turned to the happy couple.  Thor hugged his brother close, while Loki kissed Jane’s hand with a gentlemanly air.  Conversations started again, quiet at first, then gaining strength as Loki strode across the room.  Snagging a glass of champagne from a passing tray, his eyes trained on you, Loki accepted accolades as he moved ever closer.  Another server took his empty glass as Loki finally made his way to you.
Scooping you up, Loki spun you slowly in a circle, your gown snapping behind you in an emerald wave of chiffon and lace.  “Loki!  Come on, put me down!” “As my lady commands”, when your mouth passed close enough to his own, Loki kissed you as if you had never kissed before.  You pushed your hands through his dark locks, a hand on each side of his face, “You were amazing, babe.  Just amazing!”
“You really think so?” “Absolutely!”  His arm settled on your waist, keeping you tight to his side, as you were handed another glass of bubbly.
Bucky, leaning against Steve, wore a look of wide eyed shock, “Um.  Loki… what the fuck are you doing?"
"Agent Barnes, do I really need to explain?"
Mouth dropping open, Bucky gaped, "He’s the guy?  Really?  You’re telling me Loki is the guy?” “She’s not telling us, Buck… she’s showing us.”
“But Stevie…?  Loki?  You?  You’re the guy who makes her happy?  The one who she’s been covering for?” Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, just a touch guilty, “I am.  And, I’m madly in love with her.” “I’m happy Bucky.  Stevie… really.  Loki is… he’s my everything.  I love him, too.”  
As your secret was outed, the group formed a circle around you and Loki.  Questions were shouted, congratulations extolled, Loki was clapped on the back more than once.  Natasha gave you a wink and the "ok", which was really all the approval you needed. 
“So, who won the pool then?”, Clint couldn’t help asking. “Me… and Thor”, the bride stepped right up to Tony with her hand out ready to take the prize money. “No fair!  He’s your brother in law now.  He probably told you!”  Rhodey chimed in, unsatisfied with the final results. Defending her methods, Jane spun in her wedding dress, “No way!  I used my powers of scientific deduction.  I knew she was head over heels for Loki the night we announced our engagement.” Wondering, you looked at Jane, “You did?  How?  I mean, I didn't tell anyone.  We didn't tell anyone ” “You didn't have to!  You two wouldn’t look at each other.  Dead give away.”  Counting her cash, Jane smiled at you. “That may be true, but I promise you this, Odinson… break her heart and I’ll kill you.”  Bucky shook Loki’s hand good naturedly, if a little too long, stopping only when Steve pulled him away. Gazing down at you, adoration evident in his face, Loki husked, “Not to worry, Agent Barnes.  She has my heart you see... and I plan to be her guy as long as she’ll have me.”
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the--sad--hatter · 5 years
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Name Calling (31)
FANDOM - MARVEL MCU
PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)
WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST
DESCRIPTION -  In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.
Current Word Count -  86,565
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Chapter Thirty One - Roses And Thorns
It took you and Bucky an embarrassingly long time and a very loud coughing fit from Steve to notice you had an audience. You looked up just in time to see Wade creeping towards you with his arms spread.
“What? I just wanted a hug!” He lied.
You met Tony’s eyes for a brief second before he turned on his heel and stormed away from you.
“Hug Bucky.” You told Wade and ran after Tony.
You heard the distinct sound of someone being hit and Wade yelping as you ran after your dad.
“Dad, please wait.” You begged as you caught up to him in the hallway.
He stopped and whirled round to glare at you.
“Him? Of all the people in the world Kit Kat did it have to be him?” He said hoarsely.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t do it to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? Why would seeing my daughter sticking her tongue down the throat of the man who snapped my mothers neck hurt me?” he laughed derisively.
“Please.” You begged softly.
“Is this some kind of late teenage rebellion?” He demanded.
“Dad, I love him.” You protested, very much aware of how you sounded like a Disney princess.
“You’re a kid. You don’t know what love is and he’s not the one to show you. He’s a hundred year old brainwashed assassin. He’s unstable and violent and broken.” Tony yelled.
“Who else could understand me?” You asked.
“Not him. Not him. You want someone who understands you, date Romanov for god’s sake.”
“But I love Bucky. I don’t know why or how it happened. He’s the one I need and you don’t understand how much I need him.” You insisted.
“You’re right about that. I don’t understand.”
“I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you.”
“After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me?”
You recoiled from him at the harshness of his words and didn’t see the look of instant regret on his face as you turned and ran away from him, stifling your sobs as you fled.
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You had found refuge on the second floor, on a window ledge. You were perched on it, your head leaning against the glass.
What Tony had said had hurt you because there was truth in it. You did owe him everything and he deserved better but… So did Bucky. Your heart broke for Tony but Hydra was responsible, not Bucky and it wasn’t fair to punish him for what he had been forced to do.
Tony knew that, and he had forgiven the former assassin but that didn’t eradicate all the pain. Just like knowing it was hurting your father couldn’t eradicate the love you felt for Bucky.
You needed to pull yourself out of this funk. Vernichtung’s continued mental incarceration depended on you giving into the good emotions you experienced, not dwelling on the bad. You had to have faith that you and Tony could find your way through this.
You heard someone approach and saw their reflection in the window before you saw them.
“Remy?”
“I was wondering where you were hiding Ma’petite. Your lover is looking for you.” he informed you.
“I just needed a second to breathe.” You said.
Remy sat next to you and smiled softly, offering you something with a flourish. It was a single red rose.
“Remy I...”
“Ah, don’t fret. I know you only have eyes for The Soldier. Remy wants you to have the rose as a reminder of how Remy sees you.” He insisted.
“And how does Remy see me?” You asked.
“Roses can grow and flourish in the harshest of climates. The most beautiful roses have survived the worst conditions and they have the sharpest thorns. You, my dearest, are the most beautiful and sharpest Rose of all.” He told you.
You tentatively reached out and took it from him, bringing it up to your face so you could inhale the sweet scent, a small happy smile graced your lips. Good emotions.
“Thank you.” You told him softly.
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Tony found you not long after when you had wandered outside to look for Bucky.
“The Professor and I have spoken. I think it’s best you spend some time here.” Tony told you.
“I do something you don’t approve of and you ship me off to boarding school, is that really how you want to play this? You realise I’m not a child? I’m an adult, at some point you have to accept that.” You raged.
“You’re sheltered, you haven’t been exposed to many people outside of The Avengers. You haven’t been exposed to people like you. These people can help you with what’s going on inside your head and all the powers that are inside you.”
“No.” You stated.
“No? You do realise I OWN the Avengers compound and the Tower. If I want to send you somewhere else, I can.”
“You realise I can call Fury and go join him, or anyone on the UN now that I’m legit. Hell, I bet I could tell Wade I’m moving in with him and he’d roll with it. You aren’t my whole world anymore Tony, and I know that’s scary for you. You need to learn to deal with it though.”
It was a rare instance where Tony was shocked into silence.
“You will always be the person I love most in the world. When I think of home, I will always think of you first. But because of you I am my own person now and I get to make my own choices. You don’t have to like or agree with them but you do have to let me make them. I guess if you’d rather push me away though… Well just know I’ll be waiting to come home when you’re ready.” You told him.
“I’ll never kick you out. You can stay in the compound but I’ll be staying in The Tower for a while. I just can’t… I can’t look at you right now Kid. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, but you did.” He told you and walked away.
A few seconds later you heard the unmistakable sound of The Iron Suit taking off and wiped away a stray tear.
“He’s an idiot.” Logan said from behind you and you whirled around in shock.
It was a rare person who could sneak up on you, you must have been distracted.
“What?” You asked.
“Your dad, he’s a fool. Hearts not something that can be controlled or reasoned with. You love who you love, there’s no way around it.” He elaborated, somehow managing to sound gruff and sagely wise at the same time.
“Yeah but the man I love was manipulated into killing my fathers parents.”
“Nobody’s perfect.” Logan retorted with a shrug.
You snorted and once you started laughing, you couldn’t stop.
“Your friends are getting ready to leave.” Logan informed you.
“I guess that’s my cue. It was… nice to meet you?” You said unsurely.
The savage and wild man still made the skin on the back of your neck prickle. He huffed out a noise you guessed was a goodbye as you ran off to find Wade before you left. Wade was, unsurprisingly trying to sneak onto The Avengers quinjet and being hauled off it by Bucky. Bucky saw you coming and rolled his eyes, dumping the red clad mercenary at your feet before storming off to stand with Steve by the jet.
“Wade, I’m heading off now.” You told the merc, pulling him to his feet.  
“Peaches no! Say it aint so!” He cried dramatically.
“Don’t worry, I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again soon.”
“Oooh foreshadowing!” He gasped.
You chuckled and threw your arms around his neck.
“Thank you for everything. You’re a good friend.” You whispered and kissed him on the cheek.
“Never washing this mask again. In fact I’ll keep this one safe with my unicorn!”
You laughed as you walked away, turning your head to deliver your parting shot.
“See you around Daddypool.” You purred, winking at him.
You walked over to Bucky and Steve and the latter turned to you.
“Ok, Miss Grey and I have worked out a schedule for you to split your training between the Compound and here, barring missions.” The Captain informed you.
“You did what now?” You questioned.
“You’ll be doing sessions with the Professor and you’ll have a tutor as well to help train you.”
“Tutor… I have a… Oh for fuck sake.” You grumbled.
You turned to Bucky, exhausted by the recent events.
“Remember when I said I wanted us to just be us and then a whole load of crap went down?”
“Surprisingly I had noticed. Want to go home, lock the door and just be us?”
“Oh I really really do.”
“Come on then sweetheart.” Bucky said and threw you over his shoulder.
“James!” You shrieked as he chuckled and slapped your ass.
“We are in a school!” You hissed.
“There’s a joke in there about calling him Sir.” Clint quipped as Bucky carried you onboard.
You flipped Clint off as Bucky gently set you down on the seat and kissed your forehead affectionately.
You were going home and you were ready to relax and spend some uneventful time with the man you loved.
Things with Tony were rough but you had to have faith it would work out.
“Let’s go home.” You sighed and leaned your head on Bucky’s shoulder.
Outside the school Wade Wilson formed a love heart with his hands to frame the quinjet as it took off.
“Until we meet again Princess Peach. Oh don’t worry you, yes you reading this. Deadpool will return!”
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This is a fairly short chapter, to wrap up this part of the arc. Also my THIRD chapter today. It’s to say thank you to you all for rallying around me when people were being mean and to say FUCK YOU to idiotic cowardly anons. 
Bucky: I'm so glad we have finally admitted we are in love. Reader: Me too, I'm glad it's out in the open and I'm sure Tony will come around eventually. Bucky: Yeah, so should be smooth sailing for us now huh? Deadpool: Oh man, you guys don't understand how sadistic the author is.
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iambuckyrogers · 6 years
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So Close
Summary: You finally decide to confess your feeling to Tony but nothing seems to go right.
Word Count: 1475
Warnings: a few swear words, fluff?, angst
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Authors Note: This is my first ever fic, finally grew some balls and decided to try and write something! Inspired by the song So Close by Jon McLaughlin from the Enchanted soundtrack. Any feedback is greatly appreciated :)
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A soft knock came from your door
“(Y/N), are you ready?” Natasha poked her head into your room. You took a deep breath and smoothed out your already immaculate dress, the gold material flowed down your body like a silk waterfall, pooling at your feet. It hugged your figure in all the right places while still leaving something to the imagination.
“As ready as I’ll ever be” you mumbled, slipping into your heels and taking one last look in the mirror before accepting Natasha’s outstretched hand. Tony was holding a Stark Industries function in the compound and so naturally all of the Avengers were expected to attend. You hated these parties but Nat made them bearable, you’d sit at the bar and make fun of the other guests, commenting on outfits and giving distant conversations your own commentary. Tonight was no different, perched on a stool with a champagne flute in hand you and Nat surveyed the crowd. Vision twirled Wanda around the dance floor to the boppy tune that was playing. Steve and Bucky looked to be engaged in deep conversation with Thor, who was expressively waving his hands about in the air, Bruce and Rhodey were doing shots while Tony filmed them. Even Peter was there, snickering in the corner with Clint, clearly up to no good. It was nice to see the team letting loose for a change, after a week of particularly hard missions god knows you deserved it. You sighed and downed the rest of your drink, checking the clock to see if it was acceptable to leave yet. Natasha jolted you from your daze with a sharp elbow to your hip.
“Hey! What was that for?” you whined, rubbing your side.
“I thought that you may want a bit of warning,” she said, pointing towards a heavenly figure making his way towards you. Tony Stark was looking especially dapper tonight, wearing, what you could only assume to be, an exceptionally expensive charcoal suit. His white button-up shirt fitted snuggly across his toned chest and his look was finished off with a silken tie that, as luck would have it, matched your dress perfectly.
“Evening ladies” he leant down and gave you both a quick peck on the cheek. You swooned at such a simple interaction. You had been an Avenger for nearly 5 years but you still weren’t any more comfortable around him as you were on your first day.
“Looking sharp Tone,” Natasha remarked, giving him a wink. Tony brushed some imaginary dirt off his shoulder.
“Does that surprise you?” he quipped.
“He’s got you there Tash” you laughed, playfully swatting her leg.
“I feel so attacked! I’m going to find new friends who love and appreciate me,” she called over her shoulder as she left, walking towards Bruce and Rhodey who were now trying desperately to pick up Mjölnir, falling over in drunken fits of giggles as they repeatedly failed. Tony sighed, shaking his head.
“Sometimes I worry about them,” he sat down on the vacant stool, his arm sliding behind you, resting on your upper arm and pulling you gently into his side. You froze, your skin tingling and goosebumps radiating from where he touched you. You sucked in some air, willing yourself to breathe. Calm down (Y/N), you told yourself, it doesn’t mean anything. Tony hummed along to the song that was playing, sending vibrations through your body. You relaxed into his embrace, soaking up each moment before it was snatched away, becoming just a memory.
The song changed to something slower, couples gravitated towards each other and swayed idly, silent messages of love exchanged through touches. Even the team got into the mood, Nat and Bruce held onto each other tightly, Steve lead Bucky around to a jazzy song that only they could hear and Clint slow danced with a bottle of whisky he stole from the bar. Tony pulled away, leaving you feeling empty and cold. He stood up before dramatically bowing in front of you holding out his hand, looking up at you through thick lashes.
“My dearest (Y/N). The light of my life. The breath in my lungs,” you felt the heat rush to your cheeks, sure, he was joking but he said those words with such conviction, “may I have this dance?” letting out a small gasp you nodded your head almost violently.
“Of course Tony, it would be my pleasure!” You placed your hand in his and he twirled you, your dress flying around your legs making you feel every bit like a Disney princess. He lead you to the dance floor, past Natasha who gave you a knowing look over Bruce’s shoulder. Tony’s hand settled on your hip, bringing you closer until you were flush against his strong body. Adrenalin buzzed through your veins, time seemed to slow down and all that mattered was you and Tony. In his arms, you felt safe, like you were finally home. You looked up at his face only to see him gazing down at you, his usual cocky expression replaced with something softer. He cupped your face with his hand and brushed his thumb along your cheek. Leaning into his touch you savoured the moment, all you wanted was for him to hold you like this forever.
“Tony,” you whispered his name like it was a prayer. He flashed his signature smirk, his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer until your faces were merely inches apart. Your breath caught in your throat as his eyes flicked to your lips. He leant in, at a painstakingly slow pace.
“(Y/N),” his lips brushed yours, sparks of electricity surging through your body. Your eyes fluttered closed, your hand moving to tangle in his dark locks. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder, dragging you backwards. Your bubble was popped and the sounds of the party flooded your head. You didn’t realise that the song had changed, now playing something more upbeat. A very drunk Natasha pulled you behind her, pushing past people as she made her way towards Wanda.
“This is our song!” she cried, grabbing Wanda’s arm with her other hand, waving them in the air.
“Nat,” you pleaded, trying to twist your arm out of her death grip. You stood on your toes to try and see over everyone’s heads, searching for Tony. You spotted him being dragged away by someone you couldn’t quite make out. Thankfully Nat had let go of your arm, deciding that you were no fun anymore, allowing you to easily slip away. Taking off in the direction that Tony went, you carefully weaved through the masses of people. Finally emerging from the crowd what you saw was like a kick to the gut. You felt physically ill, shallow breaths escaped your mouth as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You found Tony…Found him in the arms of another woman. She had him pressed up against the wall, attacking his neck with harsh kisses. A sob wrecked your body as you turned on your heel and fled, ignoring the shouts of your name from behind you. You smashed the elevator button, tears flowing hard and fast. How could you have been so stupid? You thought that he had changed, why were you such an idiot? The elevator doors dinged open and swiftly took you to your room. Once inside you threw your shoes across the room, not caring what you broke. You were numb, feeling everything and nothing all at once. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and forget that any of this had happened. Your door shook on its hinges, the harsh sound echoing through the room.
“(Y/N), please open up,” Tony begged, his voice cracking. When you didn’t respond he knocked again. “I know that you’re in there, please just let me explain.” You yanked the door open to see him stood in your doorway, hair dishevelled, eyes red and puffy.
“Fuck off,” you spat, trying to shut the door but his foot denied it.
“Please, I didn’t… I mean, she came on to me.” He looked into your broken eyes, searching your face for some kind of understanding. You took a ragged breath, trying to compose yourself.
“I hope she made you happy,” and you slammed the door in his face. Tony banged again crying out your name and broken apologies. You flattened your back against the door, slowly sinking to the floor, fresh tears falling from your eyes. Little did you know Tony did the exact same on the other side…
“We're so close to reaching
That famous happy end
Almost believing
This one's not pretend
Let's go on dreaming
For we know we are
So close, so close
And still so far”
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captnbarnesrogers · 7 years
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My Love’s So Strong
Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dad!Tony Warnings: stalker behaviour, kidnapping, attempted sexual assault, angst, fluff Summary: You're a very valuable team member of The Avengers and that means you have fans. Some fans just don't know their boundaries. Word Count: 2.5k+   A/N: I deadass know nothing about Philly only that my mom's real brother live's there lmao
INSPIRED BY THESE TWO ASKS:
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You admired your boyfriend from the comfortable seat as you held a book just below your eyes. He smirked, feeling your eyes focus on him while he played around on his phone.
"I can feel you watching me." He catches you off guard and you shake your head back into consciousness,
"I have no idea what you're talking about." You answer, blushing and biting your thumb with a smile,
"Mhmm."
Most people would say to never date someone who works in the same field as you but if that was the case, you and Bucky were the exception. You were more than a couple. You were a team. An exceptional duo for the team and the most valuable at that. The super soldier with the metal arm and the daughter of Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, the brains that can battle like there's no tomorrow; You were The Vixen. Your father had first put a 'no go zone' sign your forehead after arriving from a 'special school' but when he saw the way you trained and the way you strategized, he knew exactly who to team you up with. Before you knew it, you'd leaned into him and his lips were locked with yours, Tony Stark's 'no go zone' was now Bucky's favourite person to be with and you were both inseparable.
"Doll?" He bugged,
"Yeah?"
"What's a Twitter?" You laughed at him, putting down your book. You walked over and straddled his lap, taking his phone from his hand,
"Twitter is a way to communicate with friends and fans, I guess."
"I want one."
"Well, you need an email first." You suggested,
"I have one of those, Natasha made me one."
"Alright, well, let's get started." After thirty minutes of telling your boyfriend chill out and wait as you set up his account, it was done. He smiled and took his phone from your hands,
"What about the photo? The profile photo?"
"Well, you can take one if you want or you can use one they've taken of you." You got up from his lap only to be pulled back, your lips landing perfectly on his cheek as he snapped the photo, "Bucky!"
"What?" He dragged out, "We look perfect."
"Well, you do."
"You always look amazing." You blush at his words and give him a kiss on his lips, "You reallg know the way to a woman's heart, don't you, Barnes?"
"Only yours, doll."
"I guess I'll have to follow you on Twitter." You groan, jokingly. You open your phone and go on your Twitter app. You quickly follow Bucky and then go through your hundreds of mentions, suddenly scanning your eyes on an all too familiar account,
'@Johnson_Dylan80: @LaVixenStark I'm coming for you.'
'@Johnson_Dylan80: @LaVixenStark I love you so much. You're mine.'
You couldn't help but shudder. Every day, the same messages for 3 years. You tried not to think about it, maybe everyone had these types of followers. Maybe this Dylan guy wouldn't do anything, it was just an account. But you had a bad feeling in your gut and your gut was never wrong.
Bucky watched as your body language changed. He suddenly held onto your hip tightly, your eyes focused on your phone, unable to explain how you felt.
"Babe, are you okay?" He asked, bringing you back to consciousness, locking your phone,
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?" You nodded, trying to let him shrug off his worry. Your dad walks around the corner with some envelopes in his hand, not too bugged about you and Bucky on the couch,
"Y/N."
"Hi, dad." You smiled,
"Sweetheart, I have some mail for you and I want you to do something for me, so, meet me in my office in five, okay?"
"Yes, okay, sure." He gave you your mail and a kiss on your forehead, "Thanks dad."
"Who's it from?" Bucky asks, rubbing your arm,
"One's from school and this other one," You shrugged with uncertainty, "Guess we'll just find out." You smiled. Opening up the envelope, inside there is a letter and a polaroid, you'd ignored. The letter had read:
'At night I see, Your eyes asleep, At day I know, My heart you keep, And even though you're with him, I know your heart belongs to me.
DJ'
You take the polaroid in between your thumb and pointer finger. Your eyes could not believe what you saw. A blood covered organ which you assumed was a heart, you dropped the items in your hands and covered your mouth in shock.
"I- I have to go see my dad." You tell your boyfriend whose eyes are full of concern. As you walk away, Bucky picked up the items you'd dropped and looked at them. He saw what'd horrified you and felt the need to protect you more than he already did.
You made your way to your father's office and slapped a fake smile across your faces as you opened the door.
"You wanted to see me, father dearest?" You joked,
"Yes, my one and only offspring!"
"The only one you know of, dad." You winked,
"Oh I wasn't that bad, sweetheart."
"Mom says otherwise." You both laugh, "Where is mom, anyways?"
"She's out and about, anyway, you, being the little actress that you are, I need you to go undercover for me, it'll take a day, tops."
"Oooh, yes!"
"I'll let you be creative with it, I have some files I need to get." He starts going through an overview of your mission.
You get dressed into your disguise; a simple floral off the shoulder top which landed just on top of your blue jeans and a pair of black Converse shoes, a red beanie finishing off your look. Your dad had attached a small microphone into your belt, making sure he could hear you.
"Dad, I look like I'm 16..." You complained, rolling your eyes,
"Good, that's what you're supposed to look like," He smiled, "the party will be in Alex Ames' house, his parents have some connection with HYDRA and they'll be out on a mission where Steve and Sam will take care of them." You nodded, "There should be files on some nuclear weapons HYDRA has created and some of their spies who are in this building, you got this Y/N?"
"Always do, pops."
"Don't say it like that, you're making me feel old."
"You are old, Dad." He laughs and gives you a kiss on your temple. As you begin to walk away, he calls out your name, you turn to face him, "Yeah?"
"Come home safe, okay?"
"Of course, I will." You run up and give him a hug, "I'll just go and say goodbye to Bucky and I'm off."
"I love you, sweetheart."
"Love you too, dad." You pulled away from your father, quickly waving as you walked away. You made your way up to your boyfriend's bedroom, calmly knocking on the door, "Hey, I'm leav-"
"Woah..." He needed to take a second glance, almost not recognising you, "Why do you-"
"Look illegal?"
"Young..." He chuckled at your response, "Not the term I was looking for."
"I'm undercover."
"Roleplay, huh?" He smirked,
"You know I love it, da-" Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a voice through your clear ear piece,
"Don't you even dare finish that sentence, Y/N Stark." You jumped at the sound of his voice,
"Fuck, sorry, dad." Bucky laughed at you and you playfully pushed him off of you, "I gotta go, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." He kissed you on the lips and gave you a tight hug, placing a kiss on your neck, "I love you."
"I love you too, Sarge."
"Be careful, okay?" You nodded, walking out of the building and into the black Mercedes-Benz CLS Coupè.
You drove to Philadelphia, two hours going by like the wind, getting there just as the party started. Teenagers flooded the house resting somewhere in Chestnut Hill, music blaring as parents begin to crawl out from the other houses, inspecting the noise of the neighbourhood. You park your car and lower the driver seat mirror. You adjust your hair to make sure your ear piece was covered and finally, applied some lip gloss. You step out of the car, swinging the door shut, making sure the car was completely locked. You entered the house, the smell and vibe of the place hitting you like a tonne of bricks. Everyone one was either dancing or sitting in the corner with their significant other doing god knows what.
"Go down the stairs, Y/N, it's first door to your right." Your dad said through your ear piece,
"Okay." Your fingers grazed against the wood of the railing, the sounds and the music of the party fading out as you entered the neatness of the downstairs office, the scent of fresh wood hitting your nose,
"Alr- on- Hel-" You dad's voice began to cut out through the ear piece,
"Dad? Dad! Hello? FRIDAY come in, FRIDAY." You shouted in a whisper,
"You need something?" A voice said behind you, making you jump in surprise,  
"Sorry." You laughed in a high pitched manner, "You scared me, I was looking for the bathroom but I stumbled in here."
"I've never seen you around, what's your name?" He asks,
"I'm Britney O'Connor, I just move here from New York."
"So, you're a city girl." He laughs,
"I guess so." You giggle back,
"I'm Alex Ames." You're so pre-occupied by distracting him, you don't hear him lock the door, behind him, "You look a lot like someone I know."
"Yeah? Is she pretty?"
"Very." He steps closer to you and before you know, his hand has landed on your waist, his other leaning on the bookshelf behind him, "In fact, she lives in Manhattan, you know where that is?"
"Of course, my boyfriend lives there."
"He does, does he?" His face is getting closer to yours, "Little Vixen." You eyes widen and suddenly, a hard object hits your head, knocking you out unconscious.
Tony hasn't slept since your last interaction with him. He paces his offices and bites his nail as every second slips away. There's a knock at his door.
"Tony?" He hears Bucky's voice from the doorway,
"Make it quick frosty, I have Y/N to worry about."
"Y/N? What happened to Y/N?" He asks, concern fully wrapped in his tone,
"Nothing."
"Tony..."
"Her mic cut out," He says, "I haven't heard from her since last night."
"What!? Tony, we have to go get her!"
"I know."
"Then why the hell aren't we moving?" Bucky's begun to huff, unsure of why he's still standing there when he could be saving you,
"We can't just barge in there, Barnes!"
"Why the fuck not!?"
"We have to have a plan." Tony explains,
"I'm going now."
"Bucky!" Tony calls out as Bucky walks out, Bucky's hands curled into fists.
Bucky steps out into the open, his motorbike just waiting outside the building. It didn't matter that he'd promised not to put on his suit again, he needed to save you, he just wasn't going to kill any body.  His motorbike roared as he sped away, making two hours seem like thirty minutes. Before he knew it, Tony had landed beside him. He gave Tony a weird look.
"She's my daughter." He shrugged. Bucky checked the house for clearance when he suddenly heard a crashing of a door. He ran to the front to find that Tony had busted down the door, "What? You wanted to rush." Bucky shook his head. They'd checked the house up and down but you weren't to be seen. To his surprise, Bucky had found some blood on a snow globe in the downstairs study room, sending him into a panic,
"Y/N..." He whispers. Bucky runs up the stairs to find Tony, meeting him outside on the porch,
"She's not here." Bucky nods,
"There's blood on a snow globe downstairs," He huffs, "we need to find her."
"You don't think I know that!? She's my fucking daughter and I'll do whatever it takes to get her back."
"The tracking device." Bucky blurts out, "What?"
"The tracking device you put on her phone, s-she was telling me about it, we can find her through that." Tony nods,
"FRIDAY, find Y/N's phone." Tony says into the suit,
"Her device tracker has tracked her in Princeton, New Jersey." FRIDAY begins to track your destination point, giving them directions to your whereabouts. Tony thanks FRIDAY and within an hour both he and Bucky had found where your kidnapper had taken you.
You opened your eyes, head pounding. You couldn't move your hands, the rope around it too hard to tug on, and you realised your mouth was gagged through the first strained groan you let out. You moved a little too much and a little too roughly, making the chair you were tied to tip over.
"Fuck!" You whisper shouted,
"Did you like my heart?" Alex asked, running his finger on the railing of the stairs. You looked up at him with murderous eyes, "It's hard to kill someone when they haven't done anything, you know? But I wanted them to be pure, like you." He pushed your chair back up and ran is hand over your shoulder, "I've dreamt about you for so long, Vixen." You sould feel the heat of his mouth against your cheek, his hand coming around your head to untie the cloth from your mouth,
"You're him. You're Dylan."
"You're very right, baby girl."
"Don't call me that." He grabs your hair, roughly pulling you back,
"I will call you whatever I want, you're mine now." You shook your head from his hands,
"Fuck you." You spat,
"I know you wanted to and I will give it to you." He starts kissing your neck,
"Don't fucking touch me!" You yelled, trying to get him off,
"Stay still!"
"She said," before you could react he was pulled off of you, "don't touch her!" You opened your eyes to Bucky's figure,
"Bucky..."
"No! No, she's mine!" Alex yelled from the floor, "She belongs with me! I love her!"
"Well, buddy, me too." He helps you up and out of the ropes, before punching him unconscious, "C'mon, sweetheart, your dad's waiting upstairs." Your dad walked out of his suit and gave you a hug.
"I was so worried." He whispers,
"I uh..." You took the hidden files that you shoved in the back waist line of your jeans and handed them to your father, "thought you'd still want them."
"You definitely are my daughter." He chuckles, "Let's go home."
You swung your legs on Bucky's motorbike and clung onto him tightly.
"Never again." Bucky whispers,
"What?"
"I'm never letting you go like that, ever, never ever again, we go together like we always do, okay?"
"Okay." He cups your face in his hand, carefully caressing your cheek,
"It's you and me, Y/N, I can't have a me if there ain't no you."
"I love you, old man." You laugh,
"I love you too."
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