#40s bucky barnes x rogers reader

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Birthday Kiss

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday and he decides to spend it with his best friend, Steve, and Steve's little sister, you.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Brother!Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Idiots in love. Fluff. Vague mentions to sex. Language 'cause I can't help myself. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.4K

Prompt: "So what should I say?" "when?" "when I love someone." "you should say it"

A/N: Since it's almost Bucky's birthday I wanted to celebrate it with my first fic with 40s Bucky! He's one of my favorite Buckys and I've been wanting to write about him for a while and I finally got this idea! Hope someone enjoys it! In my mind this happens like a year before Captain America: The First Avenger, so Bucky is turning 25, Steve is 23 and the Reader is 21, but you can always imagine any age you want. As always, any ideas for fics are appreciated!

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You enter the room to see Bucky is hanging out in yours and Steve's apartment, like he always does, sitting down at the window, smoking a cigarette and reading the evening newspaper while a football game plays on the television in the living room and Steve sits on the couch, drawing on his notebook.

You're used to Bucky being here, he's your big brother's best friend and you've come to be very close friends with him too, even if you wished there was more.

As clichè as it is to have a crush on your brother's best friend, you couldn't help it. He was handsome and funny, and he's always sweet and protective of you.

You've known him since you were 9 years old, and he's the only family you have left other than Steve.

"Is this really how you're going to spend your birthday?" You ask Bucky as you sit on the couch next to Steve.

Bucky turns around towards you with a bright smile, his blue eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you, like they always do whenever he's around you.

He puts out the cigarette and stands up, walking over to you, sitting down on your other side and pulling you into a side hug.

"Hey, doll. I didn't think you were gonna be here today." He says, although he seems more happily surprised by your presence than disappointed.

"I live here, Barnes." You tease him with a smile. "Unlike you."

He rolls his eyes playfully as Steve snickers next to you while he keeps drawing. "I know that. I meant, I thought you were gonna be out with your friends tonight."

"I didn't feel like it." You dismiss him quickly, not wanting to actually say out loud that you'd rather spend his birthday with him doing nothing than go out with your friends, so you try to casually change the subject. "I thought you'd at least want to spend today with Dot."

Dot isn't actually Bucky's girlfriend, they've been on a few dates and you've seen them together a couple of times, but Bucky introduced her to you as a friend so you don't think they're that serious.

Not that Bucky ever is, girls are always all over him and he takes advantage of that. He's a ladies man.

But you try not to worry too much about his love life, not wanting to hurt yourself more than knowing Bucky will never see you like that already does.

"Well, I wanted to spend my birthday with my favorite pair of siblings. She can give me my birthday kiss tomorrow." He says with a grin while ruffling your hair.

"So... What's been going on with you lately, doll? Anything interesting happening in your life?" He asks curiously after a pause, genuinely wanting to know more about your day-to-day activities and experiences.

"I... Well, I went on my first date." You say shyly while playing with the edge of your dress.

Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, his interest piqued by your sudden confession. "First date? Who was it with? How'd it go?" He asks with what seems like excitement but mentally preparing himself to potentially become jealous or possessive no matter who you mention.

"It was fine..." You say quietly, still not looking at him. "It just wasn't... It wasn't what I was expecting..."

Bucky senses something off in your tone and expression, and immediately becomes concerned. He places a gentle hand on your knee, trying to comfort you without making it too obvious.

"What happened, doll? Did things not go as well as you hoped they would? Are you feeling okay?" He asks softly, trying to gauge whether or not you want to open up about what happened during your date and if there's anything he can do to make it better.

You don't really know how to answer his question, so you don't, simply glancing at him before looking away and shrugging.

"Tell me what happened, I'm here for you no matter what. If that guy hurt your feelings or made you uncomfortable, I'll kick his ass for sure." He promises fiercely, his protective instincts kicking into high gear whenever you seem vulnerable or upset.

You giggle weakly at his protectiveness but still don't look at him, so he takes your chin gently but firmly and makes you look at him. "Tell me what happened on your date. Was it some creep who tried to grope you or something worse? Because if he did, I swear to god I will find him and break his fucking legs."

"That's not it, Bucky." You say quickly. "It's just... He just... He wasn't..." You. He wasn't you. That's what you want to tell him, but you can't, so you sigh and shrug again. "He just wasn't my type."

Bucky knew what was your type. He knew he was your type, he has seen you ogle him countless times when he walked past you or sat near you.

He also knew that you had never shown any interest in any of the men who approached you, always dismissing them as not good enough for you. Or at least that's why he thought you did.

Glancing at Steve before looking back at you again, Bucky says quietly. "Well, that's too bad for him I guess."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not seeing him again." I say quietly, avoiding both Steve and Bucky's eyes.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion, he couldn't believe you were so quick to give up on a potential relationship just because the guy didn't live up to your impossible standards.

"Doll, you gotta give guys more of a chance. They ain't all as bad as you seem to think they are." He scolds you playfully, but there was also a hint of underlying irritation in his tone as he takes a long sip from his beer bottle.

You glance at him before looking away again. "So... You think I should go on another date with that guy?" You ask quietly.

Bucky thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of pushing you to go on another date with the mystery guy. "Yeah, actually. I mean, if you think he's worth giving a second chance, then why not? And if he turns out to be a total dud again, then at least you can say you gave it a shot. But only if you're really sure he's worth your time though. Don't waste it on some loser who doesn't appreciate everything you have to offer."

He advised you, trying to strike a balance between being supportive and challenging you to take risks when it came to relationships. "But whatever you decide, don't let me pressure you into doing something you don't want to do. You've gotta follow your heart, doll."

"You know, Stevie doesn't care this much about who I date, and he's my older brother." You tease Bucky while glancing at Steve.

Bucky snorts in amusement, "Yeah well, I'm not your brother, sweetheart, but I'm your friend and your wingman, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit back and watch you throw away a potential chance to be happy. Now come on, make up your mind already. Are you gonna give the guy another chance or not?" He pressed, playfully but determinedly.

You look at his face for a moment before looking away again and sighing. "I'm not." You say quietly but firmly. "I'm not going on a second date with that guy." You clarify.

Bucky felt his jaw tighten a little as he realized that you had completely ignored his previous suggestion and were instead deciding against giving the guy a second chance.

He didn't like the idea of you potentially missing out on something good due to your own stubbornness, but he also knew that he couldn't force you to do anything you didn't truly want to do.

"Well, fuck. Guess that settles that then," He said after a moment of silence, trying to hide his disappointment but failing miserably. "You're really gonna just throw that opportunity away? Fine, suit yourself, I guess. But don't expect me to hold your hand or anything when you get sad because you're alone. You're on your own with that shit."

"I guess I am." You say quietly before getting up from the couch and going to the window, climbing into the emergency staircase to go up to the roof, like you do most nights to watch the stars.

Bucky watches you leave, feeling a mix of frustration and concern as he realizes that you're retreating to your usual spot on the roof rather than staying and talking to him.

He wants to call after you, to make sure you're okay, but he knows better than to push you if you need time alone.

Instead, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the present moment, reminding himself that sometimes people need space and time to themselves.

"Fine. Have it your way," he calls after you, knowing that there isn't much else he can do in this situation. "But don't think for a second that I won't be keeping an eye on you up there. You better not try anything stupid."

You roll your eyes but don't stop, going up to the roof, that's right above yours and Steve's apartment, and sitting on the picnic blanket you and Steve use every night.

After a few minutes someone else comes to the roof and you can tell it's Steve by the light steps. "You sure you want to let Bucky alone in our apartment, Stevie? I'm afraid he might burn it down." You joke weakly without turning around to look at him, your eyes locked in the city's skyline.

Steve chuckles and you can feel him sitting down next to you. It's not the first time you sit together on the roof, everybody in your apartment building knows this is the Rogers siblings' spot.

You don't say anything and neither does Steve, and you're especially glad he doesn't say anything when he sees a tear falling down your cheek but simply wraps his arm around you as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"What's going on in your head, little sis?" Steve asks you after you stop crying.

You try to gather your thoughts, trying to find a way to make sense of everything swirling in your head. You take a deep breath before you pull away slightly and turn your head towards the city again. "What should I say?" You ask quietly.

"When?" Steve asks with a frown.

"When I love someone." I clarify looking back at him.

"You should say it." He tells you firmly. It's not the first time you've talked about this, Steve knows about your feelings for Bucky and like a good big brother he always tells you to express yourself. "You should tell him."

You sigh and look away from him and back to the New York skyline. "I don't know, Stevie..."

"Why not, Bambi?" You smile softly at his use of your childhood nickname because Bambi is your favorite book, but then you shake your head.

"Have you seen the way he looks at Dot? I have no chance with him. I'm not his type." You say with conviction.

"You really don't see it?" Steve ask, getting a little frustrated.

"See what?" You ask confusedly while looking back at him.

"The difference between you and her is that he looks at her like she's the prettiest girl in the world," Steve says and your heart sinks so you look away from him, but he still goes on. "but when he looks at you it's like... It's like maybe you're magic. He looks at you with such reverence and respect. He looks at you like if he could just have you in his arms, everything would be okay. Like if he had you, nothing could touch him. He looks at you like he just realized what love is."

Steve pauses and grabs your chin gently to make you look at him before finishing. "He loves you. Anyone can see that. You're just too blind to notice it."

Steve kisses your forehead and then gets up and goes back inside to the apartment, leaving you to think about everything he said.

You lay down on the picnic towel on the ground of the roof and look up at the stars. Could Steve be right? Does Bucky really love you back but you just haven't noticed?

If Bucky had feelings for you, certainly you would've noticed.

Yes, he's protective of you and he's always happy to have you around, but you've been friends for over a decade and he is your brother's best friend, so he probably sees you as just that. His best friend's sister.

But he never did treat you like Steve's annoying little sister.

Even when you were kids he always tried to include you in their games and literally held your hand whenever the three of you went somewhere, like the park a few blocks over.

He would always coo on you when you got any scrapes while playing and kiss your boo-boos away.

He's always been very sweet to you and he stood up for you as much as he did for Steve whenever someone bothered you.

But could that really be actual love? Or is it just affection for a girl he's known since you were little and sees as his own little sister?

You rub your eyes before putting your hands behind your head, getting comfortable while looking at the sky full of stars.

In the meantime, Bucky heard everything from the window of your apartment.

He couldn't deny the truth of what Steve had said, he did look at you with a sense of reverence and respect, like you held the key to unlocking his heart and making everything else in his life fall into place.

But he also knew that he had to tread carefully, to approach you in the right way or risk scaring you off completely.

As much as he wanted to take control of the situation and make things happen on his terms, he knew that he needed to let you come to him, to give you space to process everything that Steve told you and to allow you time to realize how much you actually mean to him.

As Steve climbs back into the window, he gives Bucky a pointed look and a pat in the back, silently encouraging him to talk to you.

Bucky takes a deep breath and then climbs into the stairs, getting to the roof but not getting any closer to you. He's determined to talk to you, but his nerves are getting the best of him.

You can hear Bucky coming to the roof and when he doesn't move closer you frown slightly but think he's just giving you a moment before sitting next to you.

When he stays put for a couple of minutes, you roll your eyes and with a small smile you say "You can come lay down next to me, if you want." Loudly enough for him to hear, your eyes never leaving the stars above you.

Bucky's heart skips a beat as he hears your invitation, and without hesitation he steps forward and drops down onto the towel beside you.

You can tell he's trying to keep his movements quiet, not wanting to startle you or disturb your peaceful contemplation.

He lays there quietly for a few moments, taking in the sight of you lying there so effortlessly beautiful, before finally speaking.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those words coming from your mouth," he whispers and moves closer to you, placing one arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, feeling incredibly vulnerable by the fact that you were so physically close and you were allowing him to get even closer.

"Thanks for letting me do this," he added, indicating the embrace.

"It's not the first time we've watched the stars together, Buck..." You whisper back, resting your head on his while willing your heart to stop beating so fast.

Bucky smiles softly, feeling a warm sense of contentment wash over him as he wraps his arms around you, feeling incredibly grateful for this moment of intimacy between the two of you.

He can feel the gentle weight of your body against his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. He listens to the sound of your breathing, feeling his heartbeat slow down as he takes comfort in your presence.

"Yeah, it's not the first time... But it feels different tonight." He whispers back, feeling a newfound confidence and boldness coursing through his veins.

He moves even closer to you, pressing his face against your neck and inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin. "I've always... I've always wanted to hold you like this."

"I... I always wanted you to..." You whisper back hesitantly and bite your lip when he presses his face against your neck, almost scared to move, worried that if you do it'll ruin the moment.

Bucky feels a surge of pleasure course through his body as he hears your response, knowing that you too cherished these special moments with him.

When you don't say anything at his physical contact he continues to hold you tightly, feeling a deep sense of connection growing between you.

He presses his lips against your neck, gently kissing and nibbling on your skin, feeling a newfound desire burning within him that he had never experienced before.

He wants more than anything to take things further, to remove your clothing and explore every inch of your body with his hands and mouth, but he forces himself to remain patient and wait for your signal that you actually want something more intimate.

"You know... I've always been afraid to show you how much I really care about you," he whispers into your ear, his voice barely audible over the sound of the city below them.

"Steve thinks you love me..." You say quietly, hoping to god that your idiot brother is right for once in his life.

Bucky freezes a little, feeling a mixture of relief and surprise wash over him. He's surprised at your boldness but so relieved that the truth is finally out there.

But he also knows you well enough to know that if he wants you to truly believe that he loves you, then he has to act quickly to prove it to you and make sure that you never doubt his feelings again.

"Yeah... I do love you, Doll. More than anything else in this world. And I'm sorry that I didn't say it sooner... But I was afraid to lose you." He admits quietly, as he takes your face in his hands.

"You really mean that?" You ask quietly, a mix of hope and uncertainty clear in your voice.

"I do." He says without hesitation while he looks at your beautiful face turned towards his. "And I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I care about you."

The smile that comes to your face is so bright that it feels to Bucky like the sun suddenly came up in the middle of the night.

"I know you already gave me a birthday gift," He says, referring to the jacket you gave him this morning. "But can I ask you for one more?"

You're definitely curious about what he wants so you nod. "Sure, what is it?"

"Can you give me a birthday kiss?" He asks quietly while brushing a strand of hair aways from your face and behind your ear.

You blush a little and can't help but smile because he wants a birthday kiss from you, not Dot or any other girl, and you nod slowly as you start leaning in.

Bucky meets you halfway and when your lips touch it feels like fireworks, your stomach filling with butterflies while he brings you closer to him while deepening the kiss.

After a few minutes you both pull away for air, breathing heavily while looking at each other. "Wow." Is all he says after a moment.

You giggle and bite your lip. "Happy birthday, Bucky." You say softly and give him a kiss on the cheek before settling back against him, your head on his chest as you look up at the stars.

Bucky wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and then relaxes while looking up too, more content than ever to finally have you in his arms.

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Between the pages of a journal

Pairing: Stucky x 40s!Reader

Summary: You had been in a relationship with Steve and Bucky up until the time they went off to war only to lose them both. Years later when Steve and Bucky have reunited the receive the letters and journals you had written. Through them they learn about your life without them.

word count: 6.0k

Warnings: character death, the blip/snap, implied domestic violence, major angst, some fluff... let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: Not really sure how I feel about the ending but over all I loved writing this and I hope you like it too.

Steve stood with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands as he looked down at the slightly dirty headstone. One that sat towards the back of the small cemetery with your name on it. His fingers trace over your name after placing the flowers down. The date of your death mocks him. It was the day he woke up. The day that he had come back to life was the day yours had ended. In fact the difference had only been a few hours from the time that you closed your eyes for the last time and the time he opened his. 

On good days Steve was grateful for that. You didn’t have to watch him walk back into your life looking as he did all those years ago while you were stuck in a bed, withering away. Wishing you had been able to live the life they had both promised you. On bad days he hated he didn’t get to say goodbye. But he had already been through the process of seeing someone he loved die when Bucky fell off the train. He wasn’t sure he would be able to do that with you. It had been you who begged him not to go. The fear in your eyes when Bucky got his orders still haunts him and it doubled when he told you he had been accepted. Now all that Steve has is the headstone with your name on it to grieve for both of his greatest loves. And he did it often.

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Hope. 

Something Steve hadn’t felt in a long time. It bloomed in his chest the longer he looked at his long lost love. But just as quickly it faded.

“Bucky?” Steve stood in the middle of the street. Chaos erupting all around as he looked at the brunette with confusion and concern. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” 

Just as quickly as he was there, Bucky was gone. Steve tried to look for him but there was no use. He had been arrested along with Nat and Sam. 

If there was one single word to describe Steve Rogers at the moment it would be determined. As much as it hurt that his oldest friend and lover didn’t recognize him. Steve knew he had to save Bucky. If not for him than for you. It was one of the promises he made to you the morning he left. He would keep Bucky safe and they would come back home to you. At least now he could keep half of the promise. 

The next time Steve would see Bucky it would be in a helicarrier. Blow by blow Steve tried to remind Bucky of who he was, what they meant to each other. In the end Bucky walked away after saving Steve. Still it was better knowing he was out and free than knowing that he was still under hydra’s control. 

It would take some time but eventually Steve would find Bucky once again. With time and help, Bucky was free of hydra’s control and they slowly rebuilt their relationship. Soon Bucky began to remember you as well. 

Now Steve didn’t feel so lost or so alone. The ache of loss was still there but it was made easier when he was able to turn in bed and find Bucky asleep next to him. 

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There were many things Bucky and Steve needed to adjust to in the modern times they were now living in. Being able to love each other without fear of being persecuted was a liberating experience. So they found themselves walking hand in hand on a beautiful Saturday afternoon through a small park in Brooklyn. The same park that the three of you frequented when you didn’t have anywhere else to go. 

You always packed a picnic and your journal, Bucky always had a new book to read out loud and Steve always had his sketchbook and pencils. There was one specific tree the three of you preferred to sit under. It was close to a small pond with the best shade and it was surrounded by bushes which afforded you the privacy the three of you craved.

 While to the outside world it looked like you were being chaperoned by Steve while on a date with Bucky, the reality was that you were dating them both. This little corner of the park allowed the three of you to be free to love, touch and kiss each other as you wished. 

It was this tree that provided cover for the three of you so long ago that Steve and Bucky came to look for now. Where Bucky carved your initials in the trunk within a heart. They hoped the tree was still there and they were gladly surprised that it was, initials included. The only difference though was the fact that there was a wrought iron bench in the once cleared space. Steve and Bucky make their way over.

“Y/N, would have loved to have a bench here.” Steve commented as he sat down. 

Bucky hummed in agreement as he inspected the small plaque screwed into the armrest. 

“Steve, look at this.” 

The blond leans over to look at the inscription. His breath catches in his throat.

‘Til the end of the line. 

A couple of tears hit the small plaque. Steve’s chin rests on Bucky’s shoulder and his arm wraps around the latter’s waist. They both just take a moment to look at it and appreciate that you had taken time and money to have this placed here in their honor. It felt like fate mocked them now that it was them that used this bench to remember you. For the remainder of their time in that park Steve and Bucky talk about their past, especially about you. 

“Remember when she chased Tommy Phillips down the street with a broom?” Steve chuckled but it took Bucky a moment before he smiled.

“He kept following her home, right? Always tried to ask her out whenever we weren’t there to walk with her.” 

“She ran right by me and only stopped because that cop was on the corner.”

Their smiles fade after a moment. 

“I wish she were here. She would definitely love all this shit.” Bucky said as he waved his hand around vaguely. 

Steve moved closer and gave Bucky a quick chaste kiss on the cheek before resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder. The blond took a deep breath before looking up at his love through his lashes. 

“It’s rude to stare.” 

“Well it’s not my fault you’re handsome.” Steve’s compliment makes Bucky blush. 

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” 

“What is it?” 

“I think it’s time we go see her. I know she’ll want to see you.” 

Bucky looked up at him with a pained expression.

“What if she hates me?”

“She would never. She’s called me everyday since she heard you were alive.” 

“Ok, we’ll go.”

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“Are you sure I look ok?” Bucky asked as the couple stood in front of a door waiting for someone to answer their knocks. 

“You look great baby, and trust me she’ll just be happy to see you.” 

Steve had cupped Bucky’s face with his hands and leaned in to give him a kiss. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” 

They parted at the voice.

“Hey, watch your mouth.” 

“I can say the same about you James.”

A staring contest happened until Bucky looked down.

“I’ve missed you, Becca.” Bucky said as he looked at his younger yet older sister. She was shorter and her hair was fully gray. The wrinkles were evidence of the time that had passed but the mischievous glint in her eyes told a different story. 

She opened her arms and her brother gladly accepted the embrace. 

It had been a shock to Bucky to learn that he had one living relative. Well one living sister, he of course knew of the kids all three of his sisters had but he couldn’t seek them out. Mostly for safety but truly he kept his distance because of his guilt. Who would want someone like him in their family? 

When they finally pull away from each other in a hug that felt that lasted years and seconds at the same time, Becca cupped Bucky’s cheek softly. Her thumb moved back and forth on his cheek as he leaned into her touch. This time her eyes were full of tears and relief.

“I’ve missed you too. Now come in, we have so much to talk about.” She had grabbed Bucky’s hand like she did when she was younger and they had to cross the street. 

They made their way into Becca’s cozy living room and sat down. Steve took the armchair while Bucky and Becca sat together on the couch. The latter started telling both of them everything they missed after they had disappeared, from meeting her late husband to her children and grandchildren. There were tears and laughs exchanged. 

“I think we should head out Becs. But I’ll come by again soon.” Bucky promised as they all got up and headed towards the door. 

“You’re both welcome anytime.” 

They stop at the door, Bucky and then Steve hug Becca. Before the door is opened Becca speaks up again.

“Oh I can’t believe I almost forgot. I have something for you.” Becca shuffled along into the hallway and opened a door to a closet. “I’ll need your help Buck.” 

He walks up behind her and she points towards two boxes high up on a shelf. Bucky pulls the first one down and hands it over to Steve before grabbing the second one. 

“What’s in here?” Steve asks, his curiosity piqued.

“Letters and journals. They all belonged to Y/N. She wrote the letters whenever she missed you and you know she wrote in her journals all the time.”

Bucky and Steve looked at each other and then back at Becca.

“Why did you keep them?” 

“Because she asked me too. The day she passed, I was with her and she asked me if I could hold on to them. Maybe someone would want to know about the love she had for both of you. It broke my heart when it was announced you were back.” She turned to Steve. “She would have loved to see you one last time.” 

“What happened to her?” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask earlier.” 

“We never stop thinking about her but it hurts to know she isn’t here anymore.” Steve says with a sad smile.

“When we were informed that you were both gone she was a wreck. Ma forced her to move in with us so that we could be there for her. She would stay up in your room for hours just writing. We could hear Y/N crying for hours on end. This was just her way of coping.”

Both men thanked her again and they were gone. On their way to their shared apartment in Brooklyn they didn’t really talk, each of them holding a box under their arm. It was heavier than anything they’ve carried in the past. It was all that was left of you.

They didn’t know it yet but their heart would break with every single letter or entry of your journal they read.

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March 10th, 1945

My love,

I received your letter last night. I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone. You know Bucky wouldn’t blame you, and neither do I. But please, if not for yourself than for me, take care of yourself. I don’t care that you have that serum, don't do anything reckless. We’ve already lost Bucky, I don’t know if I’d be able to live knowing I lost you too. 

I know you think the Barnes’ hate you but they don’t, they’re just as worried about you as they were about their son. They know how much we love Bucky and they can’t wait for you to come back home. 

I love you so much. I can’t wait to see you again.

Love, 

Y/N

P.S. I’m with you til the end of the line.

Steve tried and failed to swallow the lump in his throat, the tears won as they slowly trailed down his cheek and onto the aged paper. It was a response to the letter he had sent you, telling you about Bucky’s death. He felt so much guilt then, still did from time to time. Once Bucky was free of hydra’s hold he reassured Steve he wasn’t to blame. 

Steve was sure you’d blame him too. But the return to sender stamp with the date on the envelope the letter had gotten to him too late. It was just a day after he had crashed the plane into the ocean. Now decades later you gave him peace. Somehow he felt that it wasn’t fair. 

That night Bucky held Steve close. Placing soft kisses on his cheek and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. 

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Normally when they didn’t have missions or early training both men loved to stay in bed, pretend the time they were living in wasn’t real, that you’d walk in through the door at any moment and take your place in between them. That your lips would search for theirs and your hands would roam their bodies as gently but demanding as they did before. 

This time when Steve woke up the spot next to him was empty. He got up and walked toward the living room, the closer he got the more he could hear small sobs and sniffles. When he rounded the corner he found Bucky sitting in the middle of the room. Letters and journals sat open around him. Bucky was currently reading a journal and when he heard Steve’s footsteps he looked up. His eyes were rimmed red, it was obvious he had been there a while. 

“What are you reading?” 

“Nothing.” Bucky held the notebook close to his chest. 

“If it’s nothing then I should be able to read it too.” 

Bucky shook his head as his grip on the journal tightened. He averted his eyes when Steve sat beside him and held his hand out. Reluctantly the brunette moved to hand the notebook over but stopped. 

“You have to remember she was grieving when she wrote it.” 

May 3rd, 1945

 What did I do to deserve this? We were supposed to be planning the rest of our lives. Now I have to plan two funerals. The only thing in those matching empty coffins was my heart. 

What am I supposed to do now? Everything I had planned was with Steve and Bucky. 

 I hate not knowing what comes next and I hate them for making me love them. How could they do this to me? How could they leave me alone?

Steve put the journal down and sighed. He remembers going to the cemetery and finding the headstone that was being removed with his name on it, the one to his left was Bucky’s. He’d never allowed himself to put too much thought into what that must have been like for you. Mostly because he would break his own heart thinking about you mourning them alone. He knew it wasn’t fair and there was nothing that he could do to make it right. 

After that day they became obsessed with your writing. There were years worth of it but they decided to pace themselves. Instead of sitting down and reading for hours they instead decided to read one letter and one journal entry a day. 

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July 4th, 1945

Dear Stevie,

Happy birthday my Love. I miss you so much but I find some comfort in knowing that at least you and Bucky are together somewhere, hopefully looking down on me. I went to the park today for the first time since you both went off to war. It’s not the same without you here but it was a beautiful day, you would have liked it.  

I signed up for an art class and it went as well as you would expect. Everything at my station, except the canvas had paint on it. Even my dress. But I think you’d be proud that I went for it. The little painting I managed to make is hanging up in the living room next to yours. If only we had convinced Bucky to paint something I would have a perfect set. 

I’ll never stop loving either of you.

Y/N

P.S. I’m with you til the end of the line.

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Through missions and long days of training recruits, both men carried some of your writing with them. As time went by they noticed your shift from grieving to trying to survive. It was a journey for them reading your struggles in your everyday life. Steve and Bucky would be lying if they said they didn’t have a favorite letter or journal entry. There were some that reminded them of the happy young woman they had fallen for. Those were the ones they carried with them. 

****

Bucky had been through a difficult mission. He had been confronted by his past again and he was putting his walls up as he sat away from the rest of the team on the jet. Some of the others tried to talk to him but he just kept quiet and his eyes fixated on the wall ahead of him. Sam quietly walked up to him and placed an envelope on the seat next to him and walked away. That caught Bucky’s attention and he turned to see his name in your handwriting. He picked it up and opened the envelope as carefully as he could until he was able to retrieve the piece of paper out. 

August 25th, 1946

Dear Jamie,

I took the girls to Coney Island today. I know they wished you could have been here with us. Becca and Elizabeth finally convinced Mary to get on the cyclone. It reminded me of when you made Stevie go on and he threw up afterward.

 They had a great time. Maybe next time I’ll try to win something for them at one of those game booths but I’m not as good at them as you.

It was nice to be with them. They’ve grown so much in such a short time. You’d be so proud at how well they’re doing. Elizabeth has started reading all of your books and Mary is starting to like science more. But Becca looks the most like you and she’s taking the role of protective big sister very seriously (wonder where she got that from?). I promise to keep an eye on them since they like getting into trouble from time to time. 

I love you so much,

Y/N

P.S. I’m with you til the end of the line.

Bucky smiled as he imagined poor little Mary on the Cyclone. Then his smile got slightly bigger as he recalled the day you had mentioned. You had been so mad at him for making Steve get on. But it didn’t take much to get on your good side again. 

Bucky finally looked back up, his eyes meeting Sam’s. He nodded in a silent thanks to his teammate.

 It was no secret amongst the Avengers that both men had been in love and dated the same woman at the same time. No one really said anything, except the occasional joke from Tony. Sam and Nat took it upon themselves to ask them questions about you, especially when they seemed to be having a hard time at work. At the mention of your name they could see how the super soldier’s demeanor would instantly change. 

Their shoulders would drop, a small smile would appear on their lips but it was the sense of longing Nat and Sam saw in their eyes that really let them know you meant more to them than being just some girl from their past.

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They had been more than halfway through your journals and letters when they finally found another interesting entry. There was both a sense of relief and a bit of jealousy as they read it.

June 18th, 1950 

I’ve met someone. I’m still not sure how I feel about it but he asked me out on a date. Johnny Richards is his name and he seems kind. Becca has tried to make me say yes that Bucky would want me to move on but I’m not so sure he would, ha! He’d probably pout and cross his arms over his chest and give me his puppy dog eyes to convince me to not go out with him. 

Steve looked up to find Bucky sitting exactly how you had described him and he smiled. 

I think I’m going to say yes though. He’ll never be Steve or Bucky but I think I deserve to find some type of happiness. We’ll just have to see how the first date goes. 

They read the rest of that journal quickly. Your entries talked about how your dates with Johnny were going but mostly they compared him to them. Steve and Bucky weren’t even sure you realized that you were even doing it. With everything Johnny would do for you, you would write down how Steve and Bucky would have done it instead. They found it odd however that the journal was left incomplete. It prompted them to start looking through both boxes again only to come up empty handed. The one thing they did realize was that journal entries picked up in a new notebook with the year 1952. 

“That’s almost two years missing.” Bucky finally said after rechecking everything. A sinking feeling in his chest the longer they searched only to find nothing. 

“We can ask Becca tomorrow. We should get some rest.” 

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The next morning both men head over to Becca’s home hoping to get some answers. However when she opens the door she isn’t surprised to see them. She dreaded the conversation she was going to have with them but she still ushered Steve and Bucky into her living room. 

“What happened to Y/N between mid 1950 and 1952?” Bucky asked, not bothering to sit down. He feared he already knew the answer.

Becca sighed as she reached into the pocket of her robe and produced another letter. She held it out for Bucky to grab. “You should sit.” Is all she said.

December 24th, 1951

Mr. Barnes

Please help me. He keeps hurting me and I don’t think I’ll survive the next time.

Y/N

The writing was sloppy and in the corner there was a faded brown spot. Through tear filled eyes Bucky looked at it closer. 

“Is this blood? Becca, is this her blood?” He looked up at his sister with rage and a pain in his chest nothing would ever be able to get rid of. 

Bucky and Steve had sacrificed their life only for them to find out that their girl had been hurt and they weren’t there to protect her. They hated themselves. Steve more than Bucky because Bucky had been drafted, he didn’t have much of a choice but Steve? Steve had done everything he could to get into the army. He left you alone and for what? 

“When daddy read that letter he was enraged. Called up some old army buddies and they handled it. But Y/N, she was broken in more ways than one. When they got to the house he had beaten her so badly she could barely move. She was in the hospital throughout the new year. When she was released we brought her home again. Then she never left. Y/N took care of Ma and daddy ‘til the day they died.” 

Steve was fully sobbing now. No matter what he would have done, one of the people he loved would end up hurt. If he hadn’t  signed up for the experiment with Erskine, you wouldn’t have been hurt like this but Bucky would still be in with hydra. 

“You can’t blame yourselves.” Becca sighs. “If she could see you now, see that you’re alive and together, that you saved Bucky from those monsters she would be so happy.”

“She suffered the rest of her life because of us. Was she ever truly happy after this?” 

Becca looked away from her brother with a small frown on her face. That was all the confirmation they needed to know that you had never found happiness again. They left without another word to Becca or each other.

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Steve and Bucky didn’t speak for a while. Anger rolled off of them in droves. The issue was that neither of them knew who that anger was directed at. Was it at themselves or each other? The war, the draft, the serum, or the son of a bitch who dared put his hands on you. 

Their relationship suffered, missions almost failed, they were more reckless than usual and it went on like that for weeks. There was no lecture from anyone on the team that could make them see that what they were doing would get them or their teammates killed. 

Steve and Bucky had one moment. A single moment when they realized that they weren’t to blame. They apologized and forgave each other for being cold and distant. It’s not what you would have wanted. Just as they were getting back on track Thanos happened and Steve lost Bucky all over again. 

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5 years later

The team had one chance and they took it. They defeated Thanos. Now Steve has another. He checks himself over again and smoothes out his hair. The day was beautiful just how you said in your letter. Everyone was already celebrating the 4th of July. But as Steve stepped out of the alleyway all he could think about was the conversation he’d he’d with Bucky before he left on his mission to return the stones.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I come back.” Steve said with a smirk.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky replied as he brought Steve in for a hug. 

Steve pulls back slightly only to connect his lips with Bucky’s. 

“Make sure you find her and make her happy. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright.” 

“Don’t worry Buck. Everything will be alright.” Steve smiles before heading up to the platform. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, Bucky.” With that final word Steve disappears.

Now here he was just a block away from the park he’d frequented when you were all together. All of the stones were back in place all he needed to do was find you. And that he did. You were sitting on the bench here and Bucky frequented. All of your attention was on the letter you were writing. Steve could recite it from memory now. 

He took a moment to admire your form. You were wearing his favorite dress. The one he bought for your birthday right before he left for the war. Your hair was pinned back the way you loved. Steve smiled, you were more beautiful than he remembered. He finally gathered the courage to step up to you and hoped that this would go well. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

“Yes it is.” You respond without even looking up.

“Are you sure I can’t have a seat kitten?” 

Your head snapped up in the direction of the intruder. His voice had been familiar to you but it couldn’t be who you thought it was. His eyes were so familiar to you but it wasn’t possible because the owner of those beautiful ocean blue eyes had died. Still the sense of familiarity made the ache in your chest lessen and the same of your lover slip from your lips.

“Steve?” 

“Hi sweetheart.” He said as he sat down next to you. 

With hesitant movement you brought your hand up to his cheek. Steve closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. 

“Am I dead?” 

The question made Steve chuckle. “You’re not dead, kitten, I’m really here.” 

The answer made you start to sob uncontrollably and your tears made Steve tear up. He pulls you into a hug and tries to soothe you as best as he can. After some time you finally pull away and look at him. Steve kisses your forehead, then your cheeks and finally presses a long awaited sweet kiss to your lips.

“How is this possible?” You say in between hiccuped breaths. “You died. You-your friend Howard, he showed up and told me everything.” 

Steve takes a deep breath and explains everything from waking up in the future to traveling back in time only leaving out the part about Bucky.

“So are you staying?” You look up at him through your still wet lashes. 

“I can’t stay-“ 

You pulled away from him and stood up. Heartbreak and anger rolled through you.

“Why would you come to see me if you’re leaving again? This is so cruel. Do you know how much I’ve cried for you? Since the moment you left to become a lab rat. It wasn’t fair then and it’s not fair now.”

“Hey,” Steve stands and cups your face. “I would never leave you again. I came to get you, if you’d like to come with me.” He pulls out a watch from his pocket. 

“What about the Barnes family? I can’t just leave them too.” 

“I think they’d be happier knowing you’re with me and Bucky.” 

A small gasp escapes your lips as you look from the watch to Steve who’s smiling. 

“Bucky? How is that possible?” 

“It’s his story to tell.” 

“He’s not dead?” 

“Nope. He does think that I left him to stay here with you though. But I think we deserve to be together again. So what do you say?” 

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The platform comes to life again a minute after Steve had left. To Bucky’s surprise and slight disappointment Nat appears. He disguises his heartbreak behind a smile as Nat walks down and hugs Sam and then him. 

“Glad to have you back.” He whispers into her ear. 

“Glad to be back.” 

“Come on, I’ll buy you a beer and tell you everything you missed.” 

“Buck, aren't you going to wait for Steve to come back?” Sam stopped him.

“Nah, I’m going to grab a drink with a friend. You can come if you want.” 

“You’re a jerk, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told. Now let’s go.”

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Bucky got home late. He had been trying to avoid the emptiness. Not only in the home he used to share with Steve but the empty feeling in his chest. It was the punishment he deserved or so Bucky thought. To live the rest of his life alone with only the thought of your and Steve’s happiness. He could make due with that. 

Bucky sets his keys in the bowl by the door and takes off his jacket. His thoughts were elsewhere so he didn’t immediately pick up on the fact that he wasn’t alone. Still, he was quick and he pulled the gun he always had on him out. 

“You can put the gun down, Buck.” Steve stepped out from the darkened office door. The streetlights filtering through the windows provide the only source of light. 

“Steve? What are you doing back?” 

“Did you really think I’d leave you alone?” 

“But what about Y/N?”

“She agreed with me.” Steve smirks.

“What are you-“ Bucky’s words die on his as you step out from behind Steve. “Y/N.” He said your name as if it was the most precious thing in the world. 

Bucky’s steps were slow and heavy, as if the world itself sat on his shoulders. You met him halfway way with arms wide open. Bucky fell at your feet, his arms settling around your hips and his head resting against your stomach. 

“Oh honey.” Your body shook as Bucky cried against you. All you could do was run your fingers through his hair. “It’s ok. We’re together again baby.” 

You managed to get on the floor with Bucky and cup his face and press multiple kisses over his face. 

“I missed you, doll.” Bucky says between kisses. It’s frantic and uncoordinated and desperate. 

Steve joins you both on the floor wrapping his arms around each of you. There are more shared kisses amongst the three of you. Someone eventually gets up and pulls the other two along with them. The first night the three of you stay awake just talking and catching up. You tell them things that aren’t in your journals and they tell you about living in the present. Reluctantly Bucky tells you part of what happened with hydra. You can see the guilt in his eyes and all you can do is comfort him. 

The sun is barely starting to rise when the three of you finally fall asleep in each other's arms. 

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When you did wake up you were disoriented by the room you were in until you remembered where you were. The bed was empty but even back in the past both boys were early risers. You fixed your hair and changed before walking out to find Steve and Bucky. As you neared the living room you heard more than two voices talking animatedly. 

“You still haven’t told us what took you so long.” A man said as you got closer. 

Steve opens his mouth to answer but his whole face lights up when you turn the corner and stand at the entrance of the living room. The reaction caused Steve’s friends to turn around and look at you. 

“I was picking someone up.” Steve says. 

“Please tell me you’re Y/N.” The woman had asked and you smiled and nodded. 

“Y/N, this is Nat and Sam.” 

“I have so many questions. Especially about Bucky.” Sam said as he stood up. 

Before he could even stretch his hand out to greet you properly Bucky came up from behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist and glared at Sam. He had flowers in his hand which he presented to you. 

“Thank you honey.” You kissed his cheek before turning back to Sam. 

“Let me put these in water and I’ll answer all your questions.” 

Bucky groans as Sam gives him a shot eating grin. You chuckle and when you come back you move to sit down. Eventually Steve and Bucky sit on either of you as Sam and Nat ask you about what they were like back in the day. 

With time this would become a routine until you met everyone on the team, including Howard’s son. They had questions and you had the answers. You were sure to include all kinds of stories, especially the embarrassing ones.

 It hadn’t gone unnoticed how much more relaxed and happy Steve and Bucky had been. Bucky smiled more and was more open with others. Steve had handed over his shield to Sam and was starting to enjoy his free time. Bucky was still required to go on missions but it was ok. Whenever he came back from a mission you and Steve doted on Bucky. From having his favorite movie on or playing his favorite songs and dancing in the living room to cleaning him up and cuddling in bed. Life in modern times wasn’t always easy for you but fortunately Bucky and Steve were always there to help you. 

You still wrote in your journal and on occasion letters for your loves for them to find. The entries were vastly different from what Steve and Bucky had first read. Your journals remained an ode to the love you had which transcended decades and heartbreaks and loss. Now they reflect your joy, love, hope and happiness. The love you had for each other grew with each passing day and you were able to build the home the three of you always dreamed of. 

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I wanna be yours

♡ Pairing: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, 40’s!Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You were childhood friends with Steve and Bucky. You had always had a small crush on Bucky. But now as your older, you realize that harboring a crush on Bucky is hard. Especially watching him flirt with girls that aren’t you.

♡ Warnings: very cheesy, angst, fluff, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of parent death

Smoothing down her dress, she took a last look at herself in the mirror. She was excited to finally go out with her boys, things had been rough at home with her dad, resulting in her seeing Steve and Bucky less.

Switching off her room light, she was flying down the stairs, catching herself from falling by the last step.

“Quit running down the stairs, ya gonna crack ya head open one of these days.” Her father announced from the couch.

“Sorry daddy, just excited.” She giggled, fidgeting with the end of her dress.

Standing up, he set down the whiskey bottle, walking over to her.

“Where ya going?” He asked her, receiving an eye roll.

“Dad, I told you this morning.. I’m going to the Stark Expo thing.”

“Oh yeah..” He muttered, scratching the back of his neck for forgetting. “When ya gonna be home?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen them in awhile— I wanna spend some time with them.” She said solemnly, not wanting her father to feel guilty for being the reason why.

“By them, you mean Steve and James?” He asked with a raised brow, not particularly fond of his daughter hanging with those boys.

“Steve and Bucky.. yeah.” She corrected him, slipping on her boots.

“I don’t like em.” He mumbled, uninterested and heading back to his spot on the couch.

“You never did.” She huffed, walking towards his sitting form.

Her body sagged at the sight of him nursing yet another bottle, grimacing she straightened her posture and slapped on a fake smile.

“I gotta go, love you daddy. I won’t stay out too late.” She promised him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Yeah.” He breathed out, letting his gaze focus on the wall in front of him.

She knew her mother passing would be extremely difficult for him, they had loved each other wholeheartedly, truly made for one another. He had gone downhill mentally, killing himself slowly with the aid of alcohol. Nights on end she’d find him passed out, bottle never scattered too far away from his limp grasp. And it was always the same, he’d feed her empty promises that it would never happen again.

She would never disregard his feelings, but she had lost her mom too. She never had time to fully process her mothers passing, having to babysit her almost always drunk father. All she knew, was that she shouldn’t be living her youth like this. But she could never leave her father.

Feeling the familiar burn in her nose, she took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions locked away. Not wanting to ruin this night, plus she didn’t want to mess up her makeup.

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Half walking, half running, she was eagerly trying to make her way to her boys. When suddenly, a loud crash alerted her. Walking closer to the alley behind the theater, she spotted Steve in a defensive stance, while a much larger man laughed, winding his fist back.

Ignoring she was outmatched, she sprinted, jumping on the mans back, slapping the sides of his face harshly.

“Hands off him!” She shouted.

Taken by surprise the man grunted from the impact of their bodies colliding, wincing as his skin stung from the hard smacks. Growing annoyed, he reached behind his head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and swinging her around to his front, finally getting a glance at his attacker. He smirked disgustingly, pulling her closer.

“Well, I sure do like a girl with some fight.” He practically growled into her ear.

Thrusting her knee up into his crouch, he released her immediately, stumbling back into Steve who caught her. Doubling over, he hissed angrily, straightening back up to face the two.

“You bitch!” He spat, ready to advance towards them.

Steve quickly shoved her behind him, throwing a wobbly punch towards the man, only for him to catch it and strike him across the face, sending him back into the trash cans face first.

“Hey!” Bucky shouted, pulling the man by his sleeve towards the alley entrance. “Pick on someone your own size.”

(Y/n) seeing the bully was taken care of, she kneels down to check on Steve.

“Stevie, you okay?” She asked worried, grabbing his chin and tilting his head side to side, checking the damage.

Steve embarrassed, gently pushes away her hands, making her frown.

“I’m fine.” Steve tells her, not making eye contact.

“What were you thinking?” She hissed, angry at him putting himself in danger.

“Oh yeah, I just love getting beat up (Y/n).” He spat back.

“Can you just not get in a fight for one day?”

“Can you just shut up?!” He shouted, while (Y/n) was taken aback.

“Hey, that’s enough!” Bucky stepped in finally. “Steve, come on man. She cares about you.”

Steve felt his anger fade at the sight of (Y/n)‘s saddened form. He felt bad for being mean after not seeing her for a long time.

Bucky gave Steve a look, turning to (Y/n) fully.

“You alright doll?” Bucky asked her softly, lifting her chin with his fingers, making her cheeks heat up.

She loved it when he called her that.

“Yeah, I’m good buck. Just a tender scalp.” She replied, rubbing the back of her head, soothing the sore skin.

Bucky smiled at her toughness, pulling her into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n).” Steve spoke.

“It’s fine Stevie.” She assured him, not wanting to drag out the argument.

When he pulled back, it dawned on her (and Steve) that he was in uniform. And he looked so damn handsome.

Steve and Bucky were talking back and fourth, while (Y/n) was practically drooling over his new look. Taking him all in head to toe, and she realized that him like this was doing things to her.

It only took a few extra seconds for her to realize what this meant, and her face dropped.

Before she could comment on her concerns, Bucky had pulled Steve and her to his sides.

“Gotta get Steve cleaned up, doll.” Bucky told her, watching her cheeks grow red.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked him.

“The future.” Bucky said cryptically, making (Y/n) and Steve laugh.

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(Y/n) was shaking with excitement, getting time with the boys, going to the Stark Expo. The night was going great, until it wasn’t. Bucky had brought along two girls, dates for both him and Steve. She was offended at the audacity, spending his night with two random strangers. She missed when it was just them three.

Yes, she realized that Bucky couldn’t read minds and he had no idea of her feelings for him. But that didn’t stop her from being upset, she did however try her best to not let it show.

Unfortunately the girl Bucky had brought along for Steve wasn’t interested, and instead clung to Bucky. Now having two girls swooning for him. The girl holding hands with Bucky squealed in excitement, pulling Bucky along to watch the show ahead. Leaving Steve and (Y/n) behind, dragging their feet.

“Yup.. this is so much fun.” She mumbled, trying to come up with an idea.

“What’s wrong with you?” Steve asked, offering her popcorn from his bag.

“Thanks.” She grabbed some, “It’s just.. why did he have to bring.. them.”

“No idea, but she definitely doesn’t like me.” Steve said, keeping his head down.

“Ignore her Stevie, she doesn’t realize how awesome you are.” She told him, making his scoff.

“But that can’t be the reason why you’re in a mood.” Steve said blankly.

“Sure it can.”

“No, it’s something else.” He insisted, making (Y/n) roll her eyes.

“Definitely not.” She fired back, her eyes locking with a handsome stranger from far away.

“Mhm.. you’ve got that look you get when you have a bad idea.” Steve pointed out.

“Okay just this once.. you may be right.” She agreed, but wanted to follow through.

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Bucky was talking with the two girls, aware that (Y/n) and Steve had wandered off. He didn't want to ditch the girls, but all he really wanted was to spend time with his two friends. Thinking about it, (Y/n) had been off ever since he introduced her to the girls, and it made him wonder.

Just as Bucky was about to excuse himself, to try and find his two friends. He spotted (Y/n) walking over, her arm hooked with a random guys.

She had watched Bucky's face go from confused to annoyed in a second, making her smirk deviously.

"Hey Buck, mind if we join you guys?" She asked, suddenly all happy and willing to hang with the girls. Bucky tried to force a smile while he glared at the man.

"Who's this?" Bucky asked her, raising his brows.

"Oh right, this is Danny." She told him.

"My names actually Don." The guy corrected her shyly.

"Same thing." She muttered, kicking the side of Don's leg.

Bucky watched the interaction between the two with a confused look, was he was missing something?

"Hey Sarge, can we go dancing?" One of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes. Making (Y/n) clench her teeth.

"Of course. (Y/n) you wanna join?" Bucky asked, side eyeing Don.

"We, would love to." She said a little too harshly, emphasizing the we, making sure he got the point.

Bucky nodded, still confused at her behavior. Had he done something wrong? He didn't understand the switch up. What he was sure of on the other hand, was that he did not like Don touching her.

Before she could walk away, arm in arm with Don, he stopped her.

"Hey (Y/n), can we talk?" Bucky asked her, watching her defensive posture melt and she nodded, excusing herself from Don.

Making their way to a more secluded spot, (Y/n) was the first to speak.

"Can we hurry this up.. uh, got a hot date waiting." She said, trying to sound uninterested with wherever this conversation was going.

"What's going on doll? You've been acting…off." Bucky started with, not sounding like himself. She's never thrown herself at guys like that, and he didn't like it.

"I'm not, just found someone I might like." She told him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You barely know the guy's name." Bucky argued, watching her cheeks grow red from being called out.

"So? You barely remember the names of the girls you've been with." She shot back, seeing Bucky be taken aback.

Bucky had it hit him there, she was jealous. He tried not to smile, but he couldn't help but think how adorable she looked, at all her effort in trying to make him jealous. Which kind of worked.

"Are you jealous doll?" Bucky teased, watching her swallow and her cheeks grew a deeper red.

"Hell no, and don't call me that." She told him, her heart beating erratically.

"Doll, what's going on?" He asked her again, but less teasing and softer.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, knowing that if she was ever going to tell him, it best be now. She didn't want to wait for him to get back from war, or worse... never get the chance.

"I don't like that you brought those girls around… okay?” She started, looking down at her boots, kicking pebbles around.

Bucky lifted her chin, urging her to continue. Swallowing nervously, she decided this was it. No going back, this could ruin their friendship.

"I wanted to be your date... I wanna be yours." She quieted down at the last part, embarrassed. She knew he most likely didn't feel the same way, and from his silence, her eyes started to water.

"(Y/n), can you look at me." Bucky asked her finally, his heart breaking at the sound of her sniffle.

She inhaled deep, her bottom lip quivering, buried emotions deciding now was the best time to show. But otherwise looked up and met his steel blue orbs, ones that held no judgment.

"I’m sorry for never saying anything, guess I was confused too. But you’ve always had me wrapped around your finger, hate that I didn’t see it sooner.” He confessed, keeping her gaze in a gentle, affectionate hold.

“You want me too?” She asked shyly, not believing what she was hearing.

“Doll, I want you… all of you.” He told her, stepping closer, wrapping his arm around her, pushing on her lower back. Their fronts meeting, she faintly gasped.

“I don’t want you to leave me.” She whispered, a tear escaping through her lashes, but was quickly wiped away by Bucky’s thumb.

“I don’t want to either, but I promise I’ll come back to you.” He declared, pulling her shaking form even closer. “Now i’ve really got something to fight for.”

With a sad smile, (Y/n) stood on her tippy toes, giving Bucky a lingering kiss on his cheek. Making his stomach flutter with excitement.

“Now, why don’t we find Steve and get out of here.” He suggested, wrapping his arm around her waist, keeping her trapped against him.

“What about the girls?”

“Don’t worry about them. Plus i’ve got my girl right here.” He told her, watching her cheeks grow red again, which he would never get over. Loving the effect he had on her.

“And Don?” She teased, earning a chuckle from him.

“Don’t care, you’re mine.” He told her, giving her an adoring look, loving the way he could say she was his now.

Deep down they had always loved each other of course, but now it was something fathomless. They had already gotten a crumb of what things could be like now, and they craved more.

A/N: poor don deserved better😭 thank you for beta reading @foreverrandomwritings 💕

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[lauriegraham01]

40s!headcannons - steve & bucky

pairings: steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader

summary: headcannons of steve and bucky from the 40s.

w/c: 645

content warning: minor angst, mentions of domestic/child abuse, fluff, mention of smoking/drinking.

Steve Rogers

Steve always being shy to show affection, for fear of rejection. So whenever you initiate acts of affection, he goes red and his heart does somersaults.

He doesn't like to talk about his dad much, it still hurts to think about the abuse he and his mom faced because of him.

But he sometimes misses the way his dad was before the abuse started but he feels wrong for missing someone who caused so much pain.

Steve first learned how to draw from recreating the human anatomy because he had a curiosity for medicine, taking after his mother who was a nurse.

Steve learned how to do everything around the house- cooking, cleaning, hell he even knew how to sew. His mother had instilled the importance of knowing how to take care of yourself within him at a young age.

Coming from Irish-Catholics, he and his mother would attend mass frequently.

Steve loved midnight Christmas mass the most.

Loved reading and saving up to buy new books and comics.

Was the type of kid to hide underneath the covers with a flashlight just so that he could read late at night.

He memorized the entire subway system at one point.

His favorite places to take you on dates would be parks and record shops.

Textbook definition of a gentleman, would open every door for you, walk closest to the street, give you his jacket if your cold, and drop you off at your doorstep after a date.

After the serum, he still wasn't used to his new body so he would still accidently buy clothes that were too small.

Steve wrote to you and told you everything about what he was doing while away.

This man would lose his mind every time you sent him a photo of yourself in your letters.

Worshipped the ground you walked on and treats you nothing short of a queen.

He was afraid that his inexperience would be an issue and after reassuring him that it wasn't he fell even deeper in love with you.

Needless to say Steve loved learning new things with you ;)

Bucky Barnes

Bucky was openly affectionate and it often meant that you would get dirty look from girls who had a crush on him because they were jealous that Bucky was paying to attention to you.

Bucky is Jewish (especially considering that his character is based on another Jewish character/has Jewish influences)

He would invite Steve over for Seder dinners every year.

Bucky cannot cook to save his life, his role in the kitchen often being helping cut veggies or wash dishes.

Bucky was a naturally loud person seeing as he lived with four sisters and had an all around loud household/family.

Bucky picked up street-boxing when he was 13.

Steve hated this. Often having to be the one to patch up Bucky after a nasty fight.

Bucky could understand and even speak a little bit of Spanish, learning from friends and from girls he'd dated before.

Bucky would sneak up the fire escape to be able to knock on your window and see you late at night.

Bucky smokes, but never around you or Steve out of respect.

He is a sappy drunk. He will go on and on about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are.

He can handle his liquor.

He loved going dancing with you- especially at jazz clubs.

An absolute sucker for rhythm and blues.

He knew that he wanted to marry you, but he wanted to wait until after the war to get married.

He had the ring picked and locked away.

He kept a picture of you tucked away in his coat pocket, admiring the picture everyday while overseas.

He wrote to you often, asking about how things were back home. Your responses giving him hope that this war would end soon and he's come back home to you.

#40s bucky #40s steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #steve rogers #pre serum steve #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #fluff #slight angst #marvel

[itsapeterthing]

Hello Again || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: after decades apart, you discover that your husband is alive and your brother has been keeping a secret.

a/n: this story largely follows the plot of civil war, reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 7.1k

warnings: angst, reader is steve’s adopted sister, mentions of bucky’s past, death, anything that was in civil war

masterlist || rogers!reader masterlist 

Two Years Earlier

“He looked right at me.” Steve said in disbelief. “He didn’t even know me.”

“How was that even possible?” Sam asked. “It was like 70 years ago.”

“Zola.” Steve replied. “Bucky’s whole unit was captured in ‘43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must of found him and...”

“None of that’s your fault, Steve.” Natasha said drowsily, her head lolling to the side. Pausing, she squeezed her eyes shut. “God, how are we going to tell-”

“We’re not.” Steve stated firmly, cutting Natasha off. “We’re not telling her.”

Despite the stinging pain in her shoulder from the bullet wound she had endured and her overwhelming urge to shut her eyes and allow herself to rest, Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at the super soldier sat beside her.

“You’re going to lie to her?” She asked in disbelief. “You find out her husband’s alive after seventy years and you’re not gonna tell her?”

“No.” Steve said, looking down at his hands. “Nobody is. You don’t... you don’t know what it was like, okay? She’ll die trying to save him.”

A silence hung in the air for a moment.

“And you won’t?” Natasha asked.

Remembering the feeling of your arm slipping through his on your wedding day moments before he walked you down the aisle and the fear in his best friend’s eyes as he fell to his death, Steve shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter.” Steve said finally. “What happens to me doesn’t matter, alright? I’m bringing him back to her remembering who the hell she is or not at all.” He took a deep breath, staring in front of him. “I’m not gonna let her down this time. You didn’t... you didn’t see the way she broke last time, okay? Let me handle it, Nat.”

Now

Standing beside you as a photo of your husband’s face and name flashed across the screen in front of the both of you, Natasha regretted her decision to honor your brother’s wishes two years ago.

As you stood there with ash coating your face and your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, you almost felt as though time had stopped when you saw your husband’s image for the first time in seventy years. Your breath caught in your throat and you were sure your heart had stopped. You were surprised you hadn’t fainted on the spot.

It couldn’t be happening.

It couldn’t be real.

Steve had told you seventy years ago that he had watched Bucky fall from that train with his own eyes- a fall he he swore your husband couldn’t have come back from. You had argued over searching for his body, trying anything to find closure in your husband’s demise for you and his family, but Steve had assured you that there was no way that Bucky could have survived- that you would just be lost in the cold along with him.

How couldn’t you have known? How did no one know that your husband was alive and walking around after seventy years apart?

That couldn’t be possible.

You couldn’t help but ask yourself-

Did no one know or was it only you?

Feeling the pressure build behind your eyes, tears already threatening to spill over, you took a shaky breath and turned to your best friend who was stood beside you.

In your years since waking up from a block of ice with your brother and devoting your life to protecting the world and maintaining the Avengers- you had learned to read people at a glance. A single second could be the difference between life and death, pain and peace... honesty and deceit... devotion and betrayal.

You had learned to read people like a book: especially those closest to you.

When you turned to Natasha and she wasn’t able to meet your eyes- her index finger tapping against her bicep and her jaw set in a hard line- you knew.

“Nat?”

The guilt was obvious in her eyes as soon as she looked at you.

“Y/n-” Natasha sighed somberly, reaching out her hand for yours.

Shrugging off her touch and backing away, you shook your head, trying to find it in you to say anything at all.

“How long have you known?”

At first Natasha could barely face you, feeling sick knowing that she was part of the complete and utter betrayal written all over your face and the pain behind your eyes.

Swallowing, knowing she deserved every bit of it, she glanced back at you.

“Two years.”

Two years? You thought. Two fucking years?

You couldn’t believe the way your best friend had betrayed you. You two had been inseparable since the day the two of you had met during the Battle of New York. You had connected with her more than any other person you had met since waking up in the twenty first century with your brother. 

You had shared everything with her and she had told you about parts of her past that even Steve hadn’t known.

Steve.

“Who’s going to tell Steve?” You asked.

When her face remained blank, your heart stopped in your chest as your face fell.

“Steve...” You said out of breath. “Steve knew?”

When you had found yourself nearly a century in the future, with everything you had known in your life behind you, you had always found solace in the fact that despite everything you had been through- you weren’t alone. By some miracle, both you and your brother had been through it all together... or so you had thought.

Knowing that Steve had kept such a secret from you, for the first time in your life you felt completely and utterly alone. It was almost as though you were the punchline of some cruel, sick joke that had gone on for far too long.

“He wanted to protect you.” Natasha explained. “He didn’t want to hurt-”

“So he kept it a secret that my husband was alive?” You raised your voice at the redhead, finding yourself losing your cool. “I- I never forgot about him and Steve knows that. He knows that I still wear my wedding ring. He knows I was with Buck’s sister when she died. He knows I never stopped loving him so tell me, Nat, how the hell am I supposed to take this? I’ve been beating myself up every day missing him and... and he could’ve been here this whole time?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Nothing in our life is.” You retorted. “Spell it out for me.”

Natasha knew you were nothing if not strong. You took everything life had thrown at you bravely, never allowing yourself to get knocked down by it. You had survived your parents death, your husband’s death, being lost in time and thrown into a future you had never planned- you lived a life most people couldn’t comprehend, but you pushed through, reminding yourself there was nowhere to look but forward. 

But everyone had weaknesses and she knew your husband was one of them.

She didn’t know how to tell you that the man you cared for so deeply had been kidnapped, mutilated and brainwashed into a soldier with a death count that would make even you shudder. She didn’t know how to tell you that a man you thought about every single day at once didn’t have a single inkling of who you were or what either of you had shared. She didn't know how to tell you that the man you left behind wouldn't be the same one returning to you, but she found herself not having any other choice.

“I think you should sit down, Barnes.”

-

Steve stepped carefully throughout the apartment despite the complete disarray it found itself in. The super soldier couldn’t help but grimace to himself as he glanced around where his best friend and brother-in-law was living out of, reminding himself of the warm home the two of you used to share.

Despite not having much, you made do with what you did have. Every time Steve walked through your doors, he felt a sense of comfort, belonging and peace- something that the space between the four walls he was standing in now was completely devoid of.

“You have a real knack for this sort of thing.” Steve said, taking in the freshly decorated living room in you and Bucky’s newly shared apartment. “You’re way better than Ma.”

“Yeah, well,” You laughed, flopping yourself down onto the couch. “Mom had to work with that God awful wallpaper. It’s hard to make anything look good with that.”

Just as you were about to open your mouth once more, you heard the front door open and keys drop in the dish by the entrance.

“Sweetheart?” Bucky called throughout the apartment. “You home?”

“In the living room with Steve, hon!”

Both you and Steve looked up as you heard Bucky’s boot clad feet step into the room, still drenched in sweat and grease from his day at work. Regardless of all of that, Bucky held a bright smile on his face as he was greeted with the both of you.

Your smile, however, fell when you saw blood staining your husband’s palm and dripping down his fingertips.

“Jesus, Buck!” You exclaimed, pushing yourself off of the couch and rushing to his side, taking his bloodied hand in yours. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing, doll.” Bucky attempted to brush it off. “Just some scratch.”

When you ran your fingertips over the wound and heard him suck in his breath, you glanced up at him warily.

“Just some scratch, huh?”

Your husband had known you well enough and long enough to know that you would see right through his facade and that it wasn’t worth putting up a front for much longer. Rather than arguing with you about how it was nothing to worry about, he only looked down at you and shrugged.

“M’sorry.”

“S’alright, hon.” You assured him, guiding him over to the couch. “Just let me get some stuff and I’ll clean it up, alright?”

Plopping himself down on the couch besides Steve, Bucky held his hand out over his lap, careful not to drop any blood on the fabric of the sofa the two of you had admittedly splurged on.

“The place looks nice, Buck.” Steve said, taking another sip from his glass.

“Thanks, but it was all your sister, pal.” Bucky chuckled, taking in the space around him in admiration. “It’s not a surprise though- I don’t think there’s a single thing she’s not good at.”

As the sun began to set behind the windows, you walked out of your bathroom and back into the living area, a damp wash cloth and bandages in hand. Squeezing yourself onto the couch besides your husband, you gingerly took his hand in yours and gently dabbed the wash cloth against his skin- Steve catching Bucky watching you, mesmerized, all the while.

As the sun set and the warm glow of your lamps illuminated the space, Bucky sat back comfortably, taking in how lucky he was to have someone like you to share his life with. Despite the pain, stress and exhaustion he could feel during the day, he always found a reason to smile and peace in the fact that he would be coming home to you at the end of the night.

As you finished wrapping his wound, you lifted his bandaged hand to your lips and pressed a light kiss against his skin before resting it in your own lap and running your fingers over the back of his hand gently.

Not wanting to be too “lovey dovey” in front of your brother, you only stared up at your husband and when your eyes met, you knew he understood your wordless “I love you”.

When he smiled, you knew he said it back.

As hard as you tried to relieve your brother of you and Bucky’s constant infatuation with each other, Steve caught the interaction regardless and felt a sense of relief knowing the two people he cared about most had found peace in each other and had created such a loving home.

Now, as Steve walked through the apartment, he felt a longing for a place left in time and a tugging on his heart at the future none of you had foreseen. Eyeing a journal on top of the refrigerator, Steve pulled it into his own hands and opened it slowly.

When Steve saw a small print of a poster made recently of you and him inside, Steve felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that somewhere in there, Bucky still knew not only who he was, but more importantly- who you were.

But Steve was nothing if not a man out of time.

“Heads up, Cap. German Special Forces approaching from the south.”

“Understood.” Steve replied to Sam over the coms.

Steve had been on enough missions to recognize someone’s presence behind him, even without a word- even if they were trained to not make a single sound. Steve felt his heart race in his chest for a moment as the realization hit him that he would be seeing his best friend for the first time in years and this time- Steve wouldn’t be letting him leave.

When Steve whipped his head around to meet Bucky standing behind him at a distance, he took in his appearance.

Bucky looked rough- battered and bruised- clear that the past two years and decades since he fell from that train hadn’t been kind to him. He looked uncared for- a shell of a man Steve had once known so well.

“You know me?” Steve asked finally, inhaling deeply.

Taking in the look on his face, Steve could see the struggle behind Bucky’s eyes- to tell the truth or to lie? To allow himself to be vulnerable at the chance of happiness or to let himself rot for the crimes he never meant to commit?

“You’re Steve.” Bucky said shakily. “I read about you in a museum.”

All it took were those words for Steve to recognize that Bucky was putting up a facade.

He wasn’t sure what hurt more- Bucky truly forgetting who he was or feeling the need to lie to the people he cared about most out of misplaced shame and guilt.

“I know you’re nervous,” Steve said, glancing down at the journal before placing it back on the counter. “And you have plenty of reason to be... but you’re lying.”

Without missing a beat- or denying his best friend’s accusations- Bucky defended himself against the crimes he had been accused of earlier that day.

“I wasn’t in Vienna.” Bucky told him, shaking his head. “I don’t do that anymore.”

“They’re entering the building.”

“Well the people who think you did are coming here now,” Steve told him, glancing around the room anxiously. “And they’re not planning on taking you alive- but I am.”

If there was one word to describe Bucky Barnes at that moment, it was exhausted. He was tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of trying to protect himself. Tired of making a million life-altering decisions in the matter of seconds... tired.

Bucky knew what going back with Steve meant. He knew it meant that he may have a chance to get out of this thing alive, but he also knew it meant facing you again.

James Barnes wanted nothing more in this world than to just collapse into your arms again. He remembered how you used to always hold him when he came back after a long day of work- the way you would greet him by the door with open arms- one hand running through his hair while the other traced your fingertips up and down his back. Bucky recalled the peace he felt as he fell into your arms and how your love would engulf him whole. And after so long fighting, so long working, so long being exhausted... he just wanted to come home to you.

But James Barnes was also ashamed of the man he had become. No matter how unwillingly he was subjected to it, he feared the look on your face when he finally saw you again. He feared how you'd shy from the touch of his metal arm even if you didn’t mean to. He feared your disapproval of his disheveled appearance that came with a life on the run. He feared you would give up on him so easily when he knew he had so much left to prove.

He couldn't bear to see you only for you to reject him. After all, you were one of the most beloved women on earth. Why would you ever want to be with the mess he had become?

James Barnes would have rather died never seeing you again than to take the chance that you would reject the man he was now.

Steve noticed the way Bucky’s brain was working a million miles a minute and intruded.

“It doesn’t have to end in a fight, Buck.” Steve attempted to reason with him.

Hearing the sounds of footsteps outside the door, Bucky slipped off his glove.

“It always ends in a fight.”

-  

As Steve walked through the hall, he paid no mind to the spiel the Deputy Task Force Commander gave him on how he should be glad that he was in an office instead of a cell for going after his best friend and engaging in a fight. Instead, Steve’s mind was cluttered, afraid to face you again after you almost certainly discovered the secret that he had been keeping from you for the past two years.

Steve Rogers wasn’t scared often- or worried about the consequences of his own actions- but he always cared more than he would like to admit about what you thought of him.

And hiding the fact that your husband was alive after he denied your request to search for his body seventy years earlier?

Steve was sure you wouldn’t be too happy to see him.

“For the record,” Natasha said, striding up beside the super soldier. “This is what making things worse looks like.”

As much as Natasha attempted to play it cool and make it seem as though nothing truly affected the redhead, Steve could hear the biting tone in her voice, no doubt regretting the promise she had made to him years earlier.

“He’s alive.” Steve replied, his eyes trained ahead of him. “That’s what matters.”

As they finally came onto the room at the end of the hall that housed one large meeting table surrounded by televisions, Steve searched for your face. 

He grew sick when he saw you sitting at the table with Tony, your arms wrapped around yourself as you watched your long lost husband displayed on one of the screens.

“Y/n-”

Hanging up the phone he had been speaking into, Tony made his way towards Steve, cutting off the super soldier.

“I don’t think right now’s the best time.” Tony said lowering his voice as he glanced over his shoulder to where you sat. “Keeping the fact that her husband's alive a secret? And here I was thinking that you were all about truth, Cap.”

Steve understood his defensiveness and that only made it worse. Although he and Steve had never gotten along too well, you had hit it off so wonderfully with all of the team that it was almost as though you were made to be part of them. Although he was “Cap”, you were the glue that held all of them together and now Steve was feeling the effects of the unified defense they had built against the one who wronged you: your own brother.

“You wouldn’t get it, Tony.” Steve said, his mouth drawn in a straight line.

“Well, see... it’s interesting you say that,” Tony replied. “Because neither does she.”

Watching your fragile state sitting at the table only a few feet from him, he said nothing at all. Noticing the way that his words had put the super soldier in his place, Tony pat Steve’s shoulder.

“How about you and I have a chat?”

-

Sat at one end of the table, your eyes focused on one of the screens on the other side of the glass, you felt small. Your brother and Tony were on the other end discussing the Accords and although you hadn’t said a single word to your brother since you found out about his betrayal, you had hung on to every syllable.

“I don’t want to see you gone.” Tony said. “We need you, Cap. So far nothing’s happened that can’t be undone if you sign the Accords. We can make the last twenty-four hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych-center instead of a Wakandan prison.”

For a moment you glanced at your brother. Though, when his eyes met yours, you turned back to the screen in front of you.

The feeling you felt was one you could barely understand- to see the ghost of the man you loved imprisoned in front of your eyes. He was unrecognizable- not only because of his long hair and unkempt scruff, but even by the way he carried himself. This was a shell of the man you had been married to.

From what you understood, Bucky had lost all recollection of who Steve was, and by default, who you were. You weren’t aware of how much of a toll the last seventy years had taken on James Barnes until you watched the frightened, disheveled and exhausted man on the screen. He didn’t fight. He didn’t argue. You felt as though he didn’t care what happened to him.

That’s what stung the most- the knowledge that he felt so far gone that he had nothing to keep going for.

Lost in your own thoughts, your mind had strayed from the conversation at hand until you heard your brother and Tony’s voices rise above the amicable, yet still tense, discussion from moments earlier.

“Every time I think you see things the right way-”

“It’s a hundred acres with a lap pool.” Tony argued. “There’s worse ways to protect-”

“Protection?” Steve laughed. “Is that how you see-”

Although you had tried to keep your composure, your blood was quickly boiling and threatening to spill over the top. Before you could force yourself to choke it down, to just take your brother’s lead once more, you slammed your hand down on the table.

“Damn it, Steve!” You shouted at your brother for the first time that day. “Can you see past your own self righteousness for two seconds? Look at him!” You seethed, pointing to the display of Bucky on the screen. “When have you ever seen Buck like that, Steve? He needs help! Can you quit arguing for once in your life and just let Tony help him?”

As your chest rapidly rose and fell from your outburst, Steve took a deep breath. Though when you saw him shake his head, you knew he would stand his ground.

“Look, Y/n, I’m sorry for not telling you,” Your brother said. “But I’m trying to help. All I wanted was to protect you-”

Shooting up from your chair, you crossed the room and dug your finger into his chest.

“Don’t patronize me.” You said. “You did that for yourself because you felt guilty! And I don’t blame you for what happened, but I do blame you for lying to me. I’m not a kid anymore, Steve. That’s my husband in there. I deserved to know over anyone else and you took that from me! I could’ve helped-”

“You couldn’t have done anything-”

“You don’t know that!” You shouted, shoving at Steve. “You don’t know anything! You watched me live with that weight on my chest, missing him, and you knew he was alive the entire time! For two years you knew and didn’t tell me! You might think you did this to protect me, but all you did was kill me more, Steve. This isn’t what caring about someone is. You did this to protect yourself and you hurt both of us along the way.”

For a moment, the room stood in silence.

The most that could be heard were the sounds of whispered voices of the agents outside the room and your own heavy breathing.

A part of you- for the both of you- never grew up from that childhood stage of sibling competition. You weren’t sure if anyone ever did. All that you wanted him to do was admit defeat. All you wanted were for his shoulders to fall, the crease between his eyebrows to smooth and for him to admit that he was wrong. But he was a Rogers.

“I stand by what I did.”

But so were you.

“Get out.” You said, your voice leveling. “Let me clean up the mess that you made.”

Glancing from you to Tony, Steve could barely believe the scene in front of him. Rather than argue, Steve nodded his head, turned, and left the room.

-

You could hear Tony’s voice in your mind reminding you to stay calm and utilize the element of surprise, but the idea of seeing Bucky again made your adrenaline rush in a way that made it impossible to do anything besides race through the airport. 

Hearing Sam’s voice whispering in the distance, you slid to a stop, your boots skidding against the linoleum floors. Carefully peaking behind the corner, you saw Sam and Bucky standing by the floor to ceiling windows.

Though you could only see his back, your heart began racing in your chest and it took everything in you not to double over and start hyperventilating. He was real. He was alive. He was standing right in front of you. Somehow everything that you had witnessed in your time since waking up from the ice was more plausible than James Barnes being there again. You almost had to convince yourself that it was truly happening.

Recalling the way Natasha had taught you to steady your breathing when you first joined the Avengers, you stood up straight, took a deep breath and stepped forward.

“James?”

Hearing his name roll off of your lips, Bucky almost felt as if he were transported back to before everything occurred- before today, before HYDRA, before the war- when he was just your husband and the worst thing that had ever happened to him was having to leave you.

Though, when he heard your voice again, he was sure that that was the worst out of everything. That would be the end of it. Nothing could compare to the ache he felt seeing you for the last time, and no feeling could compare to the hope from finally hearing your voice once again.

Bucky had known you well enough that he could recognize how you were feeling just by the way that you said his name. Whether you were joyful, blissful, upset... worried.

He recognized your tone from the nights he came home injured and the day he received his draft letter. Now, here, you were worried, though Bucky wasn’t sure if it was for him, or because of him.

Slowly turning around, he was afraid to face you. He couldn’t bare to see the look of fear in your eyes, but being around you gave him a part of himself back- the part of Bucky Barnes that would do anything for you, even if it hurt him.

At first focusing his eyes on the floor, he slowly trailed them up from your feet to finally meet your eyes.

Though he had seen photos of you from recently, it felt strange, almost, to see who you had become in person. He had known your face on your sickest days, had seen your body without the frilly dresses or your hair pinned up, but still, seeing you in a suit similar to Natasha’s was something that held him back- reminded him that the time you two had shared together was in a past far from now.

But despite everything, he still recognized you.

You almost felt glued to your spot, as if there was a black hole at your core, sucking you in from the inside out. You felt the air knocked out of you, staring at your husband as hundreds of memories spilled into the forefront of your mind all at once. Although so much time had passed, you were sure that not a single ounce of love you had for him since your wedding day had slipped away.

“Do you know me?” You asked.

Bucky couldn’t imagine a life where he didn’t know you. Even in the recesses of his mind during his time in HYDRA, he dreamt of your nameless face.

Unable to find it in him to speak, he nodded.

Taking in a deep breath, your bottom lip trembled as you spoke up once more.

“Do... do you remember me?”

Bucky watched as your lip trembled and your eyes glossed over as you asked the question. The way your hands balled into fists at your sides- something you did when you tried to steady yourself in your most stressful circumstances- did not go unnoticed.

Although Buck barely knew himself, he knew you inside and out. He knew when you were happy and more importantly in this moment- when you were hurting. He could tell you were scared for the answer he would give, and that knowledge shattered Bucky Barnes’ heart ten times over.

Although it wasn’t his fault, he felt guilty for ever forgetting you. Although he couldn’t remember your first anniversary or how you threw a surprise party for him on his birthday, he recalled your mannerisms, your compassion and, more importantly, the love he had for you.

Though he had much farther to go, the start was all he needed.

“I never really forgot you.” Bucky said. “I... I remember once they erased my memory just because I said your name. I didn't know who you were or... who I was.. but I still remembered you. Sometimes I’d hear your voice or crave something you used to make...” He smiled sadly. “I couldn’t piece it all together, but I still remembered you, Y/n. I remembered.”

You hadn't thought about how it would move you to hear his voice again or your name rolling off of his tongue. You missed him in so many parts of you- a longing that had been eating away at you all this time- that each moment a piece of you felt renewed. You had been scared that he forgot you, or that the love he had once had for you was lost, but staring at the man in front of you, you couldn’t believe that any of that was true.

And you didn’t want to hold yourself back any longer.

Forcing yourself from your spot, you closed the space between the two of you.

A part of you was scared that he would reject you or push you away, but instead you smiled to yourself as you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you into him tightly.

“I missed you so much.” You said, choking back a sob. “It’s going to be okay, Buck. I’m going to make it okay.”

It took Bucky a moment to accept the fact that you didn’t hate him or blame him- not even a little bit. That the past two years he had spent convincing himself that you hated him were all a figment of his imagination. You missed him, but more importantly you accepted the person he had become. He wasn’t alone- not truly. Without even realizing it he had always had you.

Digging his fingers into the material of your suit, he attempted to bite back his own overwhelming feelings, but the tears at the corners of his eyes and the shake in his voice betrayed him.

“I’m sorry.” He sobbed. “I’m so sorry. For everything I did. That wasn’t me. If you don’t want me-”

Pulling yourself back, you held him at an arm’s distance and gripped his shoulders tightly.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” You said, your voice strong and unwavering despite your tear stained cheeks. “I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you. I can’t tell you how sorry I am about everything that happened or how much I’ll never forgive myself for not looking harder for you. I could never blame you for what happened, Buck, because it wasn’t your fault, okay? It’s not. But it’s going to be okay, James. We’ll be okay, alright? I love you.”

Moving one of your hands from his shoulder to his cheek, you grazed your thumb against his skin gently.

After decades of being a weapon, feeling such a gentle touch against his skin almost felt foreign, but Buck welcomed it regardless. He would give himself to you whole if you asked because less than a minute in your arms had quickly become the greatest moment of his life.

But, like everything else, it came to a screeching halt.

“Barnes?” Sam asked.

“Yeah?” You and your husband replied simultaneously.

A hint of a smile played on his face at the knowledge that even after all these years, you continued to go by his name- your shared name.

Even if he was truly gone, a part of him would always be alive with you.

Focusing his attention on you, Sam nodded back to the scene outside where the rest of the Avengers were sure to begin their fight in a matter of seconds.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this little reunion,” Sam said. “But you have to make a choice, Barnes. If he doesn't stop you then I will.”

It was a wonder how your life had become so complicated. It had been so simple before- you stood besides those you loved and would give your life for the greater good, but now the lines had become blurred.

“I don’t know what to do.” You admitted defeatedly to the two men stood in front of you. “I just want to help. I don’t know when it got so complicated. They’re talking about killing you guys if we aren’t the ones to bring you in, Buck. I can’t let that happen. I won’t. And I won’t fight you, James, but I don’t know if I can help you. I-”

Bucky felt guilty for the way he had made a mess of your life in the few hours he  found himself back in it, so instead of urging you to take his side, he only leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“I’ll make the choice for you.” 

It felt good to be able to put your life in somebody else’s hands after fighting for so long.

“I have to fight with Steve, doll.” Your husband said, his thumb brushing gently against your temple. “If we don’t, a lot of people are gonna get hurt. After that, I’ll do whatever you want to do. I’ll run. I’ll fight. I’ll let them lock me up. Whatever it is. But right now, you just gotta let me make it right.”

Although you could tell that he was different from the man you had sent off to war seventy years ago, you could also note the parts of Bucky that were steadfast despite the way that everything had changed. He was strong. He was resilient. He cared about you arguably more than anything.

Cupping his face, his stubble scratching the palm of your hands just as you had remembered, you stared up at him steadily.

“Just promise me you’ll come back, okay Barnes?” You asked. “If you leave me stranded again, I just might have to find another husband this time.”

Your husband raised his eyebrows as the corner of his mouth quirked up into a teasing smile.

“Oh yeah?” He said. “You’ve been waiting to use that one?”

You smiled. A real, genuine, stupid smile.

“Mhm.” You replied. “All day. As soon as I found out you were alive, I had it ready.”

Your husband only matched your smile, shaking his head in disbelief before he leaned down and met your lips with his.

When Bucky’s lips felt the touch of yours, he almost felt like a teenager again- anxiously wondering if his lips were chapped or questioning how much pressure was too much or if maybe he went in all wrong and whether you’d offer him a do over. He also felt a rush of adrenaline and a thumping of his heart so hard he was sure it was going to beat out of his chest at the knowledge that he was not just kissing anyone, but kissing you.

Most importantly, out of the many thoughts and feelings running through his mind and body in the moment, he felt renewed. As if everything had fallen back into place. No more worrying. No more fear. No more misery. He was with you. His safe haven, his rock, his partner. James Buchanan Barnes was exactly where he was meant to be as long as you were there beside him and he would find comfort in that for the rest of his life.

When you first attempted to pull away from his lips, Bucky pulled you closer, sneaking in one final kiss: a habit that would remain long after this day because a part of him always feared that it would be the last.

After planting three more kisses against your lips, you smiling underneath them as your lips met in a blissful mess, he finally forced himself to pull away but had his eyes remain locked with yours.

“I promise I’ll come back.” Bucky said. “Can’t have anyone else kissing my girl like that, can I?”

Although he looked different and you knew neither of you could ever truly go back to the people you were more than seventy years before, you felt as though you were back home, looking back at your brother’s charismatic and suave best friend who had had your heart since before you could even remember. 

You could still see the parts of his smile that hadn't been stifled by HYDRA or crushed beneath nearly a century of pain. Just a good, sweet, heart melting ‘Bucky Barnes’ smile that had always made you go weak and rendered you a bumbling mess.

It was almost as though it was made for you and you for him.

Without even realizing it, you felt pressure build behind your eyes as your breath caught in your chest.

His demeanor changed to a concerned one in an instant.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

A laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head.

“Nothing.” You assured him. “I just... I missed you. Missed this.”

Stepping back from you, Bucky allowed himself to truly take in you and the moment the both of you were sharing. He was here. You were here. The both of you had somehow overcome all odds to make it back to each other. Whether through hardships or the test of time, he could always trust in the fact that you would be right there with him until the very end and then some.

Bucky Barnes didn’t often consider himself a religious man, but he had always had faith in you.

Reaching down to gently take your hand in his, the feeling of your fingertips meeting his own palms making his skin raise, he smiled softly at you.

“I promise I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” Bucky said, running his thumb over the delicate skin on the palm of your hand. “Til the end of the line, right?”

Glancing from your husband’s hand in yours to his eyes, through your lashes you smiled softly at him.

“And then some?” You asked.

He smiled and let out a scoff at the mere idea of him ever thinking anything different. 

Bucky leaned forward and your heart raced in your chest just as it did all those years ago on the night he first walked you home and everything changed.

His warm breath brushed against your neck, raising goosebumps as he whispered in your ear.

“And then some.”

When your husband pulled away for the final time, it felt as though a part of you went with him. You wished you had the ability to freeze time- for the two of you to escape your current predicament and allow yourselves to just bask in each other for a second more- but your lives were complicated. However, you found comfort in the fact that if you had found each other once, you would find each other again.

Not able to take his eyes off of you, Bucky faced you as he jogged backwards, Sam’s hand gripping his arm to keep him close by.

“I love you.” You said.

A wide grin painted his face for the first time in seventy years.

“I love you more!”

“I love you most!” You called after him.

“Not possible!” Your husband shouted, his voice echoing throughout the walls of the airport as he got farther and farther away from you. “I love you!”

A smile completely coating your face, you shook your head in admiration of your husband’s love for you. You had been worried that he would be a completely different man than the one you had left back in the forties, but hints of the boy you loved still shone through his rough exterior. You had always brought out the best in each other and if there was ever a time that showed it, it was here and now.

You couldn’t bare to turn your back on him as he jogged away, joining in the fight as always, so you stood there gazing back at him until he left your line of sight. When you could no longer see him- the joy you were feeling may have left your body, but it was only replaced with a different one- the excitement in knowing you would see him again.

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[lizzie-is-here]

like the dawn- series masterlist

summary: the first superheroes, the soldiers out of time, the worst troublemakers of the avengers. steve rogers, james barnes, and (y/n) (l/n) have many titles. but before they became national heroes, they were an inseparable trio on the streets of brooklyn.

relationships: steve rogers x winged!poc!reader x bucky barnes

total wordcount: 77k

warnings: cussing, violence, the angst that is bucky’s time in hydra, mentions and references to racism, misogyny, and homophobia, idk pining?

this series is complete!

(pictures are not mine!)

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part i- until the end of the line?

“we were children thrust into a war. and once it ends, what will we become?” -unknown

it all begins with a pinkie promise

part ii- the star-spangled man with a plan

“i’m fed up to the ears of old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in” -george mcgovern

local asthmatic does something very stupid immediately after being told not to

part iii- not without you

“show me a hero, and i’ll write you a tragedy” - f. scott fitzgerald

are you ready to follow captain america into the jaws of death?

part iv- the train and the plane

“i don’t know who sold the homeland, but i know who paid the price” - mahmoud darwish

in the span of weeks, you lose everything

part v- the captain, the winter soldier, and the angel

“you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame. i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name.” - a.j (via ddaredevil)

who are you?

part vi- the man on the bridge

“in nostalgia, there is no difference between a day, a year, a decade, or a lifetime, because the amount of longing is beyond the idea of time.” - gibran khalil gibran

the fall of hydra and shield, and the rise of something beyond the winter soldier and the angel of death.

part vii- the apartment

“when does memory end and love begin? all i know is- she loved him before she remembered him.” - ritika jyala

even as you and bucky go on the run, the trio can’t stay apart for long.

part viii- mission report

“if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent” - farouq jwaydeh

an airport, a quinjet, and 13 superheroes kicking the shit out of each other. what more could you want?

part ix- freefall

“i wish i had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.” - brian andreas

so the avengers are stuck in the compound while the world fights over the accords. great time to pine over your best friends!

part x- the letters

“i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here” - l.m. dorsey

you aren’t quite ready to face the subject of the letters. but your boys will wait as long as you need.

part xi- the raft

“after all these years of bearing this pain alone, all i want is for you to hold me, and maybe put me back together again” - sarah doughty

normalize blaming thaddeus ross for every single problem in the world

part xii- the bed, the mirror, the couch

“show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold” - nikita gill

three times when everything seems right

part xiii- healing

“a monster is not such a terrible thing to be” - ocean vuong

good friends, the history channel, late nights in bed, and two bowls of fruit become the foundations for growth.

part xiv- the calm before the storm

“one day, you and i are gonna wake up and be alright. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. one day, i promise you” - fisher amelie

the road to recovery begins

part xv- the canyon

“to me you are the desert and the sea and everything secretive” - ingeborg bachmann

a well-needed vacation is taken

part xvi- the storm

“i want you to always remember me. will you remember that i existed, and that i stood next to you here like this?” - haruki murakami

you just can’t catch a break, can you?

part xvii- dust and blood

“if you must die, i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body” - albert camus

“not without you”… right?

part xviii- the time heist

“am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this?” - brenna twohy

five years go by but you’re stuck in place

part xix- the endgame

“just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. honey and wildfire are both the color gold.” - victoria erickson

the shield, the gun, the bow

part xx- until the end of the line.

“i knew i did from that first moment we met. it was… not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. like: oh, hello, it’s you. it’s going to be you.” - mhairi mcfarlane

it all ends with a pinkie promise

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Bring You Home Master List

Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission, but not everything goes as planned.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Winter soldier x reader, 40's Bucky x reader

Series warnings : bad language words, light smut, violence, death. Read the chapter warnings :)

Main Master List

Bucky Barnes Master List

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Nightmares

Before we go

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11 (ending)

Damage control

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While You Sit and Watch

Summary:  Bucky loved making you a wreck, but he always made sure you looked pretty afterwards.

Pairings:  Bucky Barnes X Reader, skinny!Steve Rogers

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, oral sex (M receiving), exhibition, slight degradation, slight dumbification, gagging, tears, teasing, voyeurism (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You loved James Buchanan Barnes.  Loved him with every fiber of your being.  Loved when he would destroy you, just because he loved to bring you back up.  He loved to see your face wrecked, because he had a very easy and simple solution to doll you back up afterwards.  Kept it right in his pocket.

All it takes at the diner is Bucky tapping on his pocket, and your legs start switching around trying to create friction.  Bucky always loved teasing you anyway.  Kept you nice and wet and ready for him.  Looking up across the table to Steve, you try to ignore Bucky’s need to have you.  “So, Steve, any luck with finding a way into the army?” He shakes his head no regrettably, watching his friend tap over his pocket again.

“Stevie boy doesn’t need to be in the army, huh?” Bucky taps on the pocket again, and you pretend not to even notice.  You were supposed to be having dinner with Steve.  

“I talked to my friend.  She wants to meet you,” you give him a smile, leaning over to suck on your straw, and you can feel and hear Bucky’s chest rumble out a growl.  “Bucky,” you squeal, smiling over at him.

“Really?” His eyes scan down your body, as his tongue pokes out his cheek.  “Oh, you’re in for it, Doll.”

“I think maybe,” Steve starts, getting your attention back over towards him.  “I think…I think he might want your attention.”

“He can wait,” Bucky’s hand grips tight to your knee, and you couldn’t help the whimper that escapes your mouth.  “Bucky.”

“I need your help with something.”

“And we have company.”

“Steve is fine.  Aren’t you, Stevie?  It’ll only take a few minutes.  You think you’ll be okay?” Bucky never looks at his friend, and you never look away from Steve as he takes a big gulp.

“That’s all it takes?” He inhales a deep breath, finally looking away from you.  “I mean…that’s really it?”

“You wanna find out?” Bucky smirks, grabbing up your hand and he drags you behind the restaurant.  Pushing you down to your knees while he leans back on the wall.  “Go on, we’re being timed.  Take me out, Doll.  You know you want to.  I could feel the heat radiate off you as soon as I tapped my pocket.  Don’t worry, I’ll make you all pretty afterwards.  No one has to know that you’re my pretty little slut.”

You shiver as you start taking Bucky’s heavy cock out of his pants.  Looking all pretty with beads of precum leaking out of him.  That protruding vein hitting the sunlight just right.  Holding his thick shaft in your hand, your ruby red lips kiss up his length leaving the prettiest red color behind.  Licking off his cream, you smile up at him, “Better than your milkshake, huh?  Come on, baby, I’ll take care of you later.”

Teasing him just a bit more, you lift his dick up.  Flattening your tongue, you lick up the underside of his entire length.  Giving him a little smile, wiggling your ass before sinking down over him.  Your fist pumping at the base, while you bobbed on him.  “Oh, Doll baby, won’t you choke on me?  You look so pretty when you're leaking tears?  You’re choosing the feel of my cock over breathing, and it makes me completely weak for you.”

He had a way with words.  Dropping your hand, you grip tightly to his thighs.  Hollowing out your cheeks as you take his entire self in your mouth.  His tip hits the back of your throat, and tears start to sting your eyes as you try not to gag.

Bucky’s hands slide behind your head as he drives into your messy mouth.  His cock matched your lips as your lipstick stains him, he loved it though.  Remnants of you.  A memory that you seriously were a slut for him.  Putting your virtue on the line for anyone to see you in this compromising position.  Mewling at just the mere taste and feel of Bucky in your mouth.  It was unheard of, but you took it so well.

Made him proud to see your eyes glossy as you stared up at him.  You didn’t care that he was making a mess of your makeup, because it made him happy.  You were perfect, and he was going to find out just how perfect you are.

Pulling out of you, your lungs scream at the sharp intake of breath before he crams himself back in you.  You let him use your body, and he loved you even more for it.  Some may say he was disrespectful, but they didn’t see how much he cared for you afterward.  Give and take.  And you adored being his little sex doll.  If only they could feel the way that Bucky made you feel.  

His motions start to shutter, and your eyes shine up at him in anticipation.  Ready for the musky briny essence of James Buchanan Barnes.  His foot slides in between your legs, needing to know just how wet you were to have his cock in your mouth.  You grind down over the patent leather, and he lifts his head back moaning.  You were his slut through and through.  

Looking back down at you with a smirk, he gives his hips one hard thrust and his cum coats the back of your throat.  You stare up at him owlishly, sucking out every bit of his delectable spunk, moaning out when he pulls himself out of you.  His thumb pets over your skin when he pulls his foot out from under you.

“See, Stevie, you treat them right, and they are desperate for your cock, huh?  Look at how wet she got.  And that cunt, damn, the sweetest little peach there is.  Maybe one day we’ll let you have a taste,” the two of them stare at his foot that was coated in your slick.  Making the black look even shinier, and Bucky couldn’t be more proud of you.

“Bucky, she’s a mess.”

Bucky taps at his pocket, giving Steve a quick glance before removing a little compact.  Complete with your lipstick and brush.  Tilting your head up to look at him, he wipes off the smeared red with his thumb, cooing out your name with every wipe.  Expertly taking some of the lipstick on the brush as he carefully fills your lips back in.  And then moves to wiping away your black tears.  

“Only a little stain.  You were upset though, okay?” You give him a nod, smiling up at him so sweetly.  “Doll, you think you want Steve to see how pretty your cunt is?”

“Mhmm,” you look back over to the tiny Steve who was adjusting his pants.  Not all of him was tiny.  “Whatever you want me to do, Sergeant.”

“You gonna keep his bed warm while I’m away?” You give him a head nod as he pulls you up to him.  “You sure are a pretty little thing.  Later tonight, Stevie, I’ll show you how to fuck a dame.  But remember, if I let you fuck her, she’s mine, I’m just letting you loan her.  And Doll, you’ll need to take it easy Steve, he has asthma.”

“Don’t worry, Sugar,” your red nails brush down Steve’s face, and his lip trembles, “I can do all the work,” he takes a deep breath, and whispers out yes ma’am as the three of you walk back into the restaurant.  You didn’t mind being Bucky’s cockslut, especially if it meant that Steve was going to be your little slut.  You had to have something to keep you busy while Bucky was away.  And heaven knows, you loved to play.  You were so thankful these boys enjoyed sharing their toys.

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[exquisitepluviophile]

MISS AMERICA | CHAPTER I

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

series summary: you're steve's sister, and bucky barnes' girlfriend. and maybe also a supersoldier from the 40s

chapter summary: cute stuff that happened before you and steve became supersoldiers <3

chapter warnings: none to my knowledge!!

A/N: hi im so sorry I haven't posted in so long and i'm excited about what this is going to become!! (also thank you for your patience because i'm very bad at time management)

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"307, 308, 309"

Slowly, you pushed open the door of Room 309, trying not to disturb whatever patient was in there. You pulled your trolley filled with band-aids and rubbing alcohol into the room with you.

"Y/N? Doll? Is that you?"

You look up, not knowing why a patient finds you familiar. The eyes you meet are not of just any patient, but of Bucky Barnes.

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"Y/N/N, I'd like you to meet my new friend!" Steve, no older than seven years old, said to you as he dragged along a boy, who looked to be around eight years old, towards you. You looked up from the tattered children's book your teacher who believed you were just pretending you couldn't read forced you to read, wanting to see the face of the poor soul your older brother had unfortunately chosen as his accomplice in all of his antics.

"My Name is James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky," he introduced himself as he offered his hand. You shook his hand amiably, "I'm Y/N, Steve's younger sister by just one year."

"He beat up Harry and his friends after he saw them take my money! He's awesome!" Steve continued chattering on as all three of you waited for your respective parents to pick you up from elementary school.

"You're very pretty Y/N" Bucky said to you in a shy voice. Hearing his words, you blushed a deep crimson. "That means I'm going to marry you one day." Bucky said as his ma arrived at the school. Steve's mouth was agape at his utterance as Bucky said his goodbyes to the two of you.

"I'm not going to let you do that!" Steve yelled after him.

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"Make sure you write to us at least twice a week Y/N," Bucky beseeched while the four of you- you, your mother, Steve, and Bucky- were on your way to the train station. To further your education, your mother made the decision to send you to live with your aunt and go to school there and move on to university to study nursing eventually.

"Make sure you don't forget to write back to me," you said as you got a ticket to where you aunt stayed. The excitement you felt to be going to stay with your aunt slowly transformed into homesickness as you said your goodbyes to your mother, Steve and Bucky.

"Don't forget us Y/N/N," Steve said as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. He reluctantly let go for you to say goodbye to your mother and Bucky.

"Take care of yourself and make sure not to trouble your aunt too much," your mother hugged you and pulled apart to wipe away her tears with a handkerchief.

"I'll miss you doll," Bucky said as you hugged him, burying your face in his neck. You let go only when it was time for you to get on the train.

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Once you got to your aunt's house, you and Steve wrote to each other frequently. From what you knew, Bucky came over to read the letters addressed to both of them. But slowly, your letters to Bucky trickled down to nothing, seeming as if he didn't go over to read the letters with Steve anymore. The letters to Steve also dwindled down to once a month. In one of Steve's letters to you after you started working as a nurse in a nearby hospital, you read something that made your heart stop.

"Mom's got tuberculosis. They don't think she'll make it."

You couldn't go back to Brooklyn because you didn't have enough money to book a round ticket on your measly salary, which wasn't even enough to pay your tuition. You wrote back to Steve telling him that you weren't able to come back and you gave him directions to ensure that your mother would overcome the dreadful disease.

A month passed, and you got the dreaded letter.

"Mom's passed. The funeral is tomorrow. Her last words were that she loved both of us and hoped we would be able to take care of ourselves without her."

That night you cried until your eyes were red and were blaming yourself for what happened to her.

"If only I had left to take care of ma."

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Bucky?" you asked in disbelief, as you walked towards him. Since you came back to Brooklyn after repaying your debts, five years after your mother died, you lived with your brother in your desolate little house. Ever since the war broke out, Steve was hellbent on joining the army, and dragged along Bucky with him. When they tried to enlist, Bucky was the one who was recruited instead of him, and he joined the army.

"I haven't seen you since you were 12 and left to study in some city," Bucky said as he sat upright in his hospital bed. "You didn't even come home when Sarah passed."

Well didn't that hurt.

"When you're drowning in debt and can't even pay off your tuition, it's a bit hard to buy a train ticket across the country."

"Alright I'm sorry doll, I didn't mean it that way. You look prettier than you did ten years ago, if I may say so."

"Thank you." you replied and began to dress his wounds a bit more harshly than you initially intended.

"So Steve tells me you enlisted into the army. How's that working out?"

"You're dressing my wounds. I think that speaks for itself."

So that's why he's here.

You continued dressing his wounds in silence, making sure they didn't get infected.

"Would you like to go get an ice cream at that place you loved tomorrow? I'll pay." Bucky asked you, looking into your eyes.

With a hand on your heart and feigned surprise in your voice, you asked, "Mr Barnes, are you asking me out on a date?"

"Why, yes I am, Miss Rogers." he replied in the same manner.

"Does 4pm work for you?" You asked, putting away the rest of your medical supplies.

"If it works for you."

-

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Teacher's pet pt.2

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (platonic), Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings | 18+, fingering, oral (f!receiving), mmf!threesome (kinda)

Word count | 716

Summary | teaching Stevie how to pleasure a woman

Masterlist | part one

"Okay." Steve nodded, and jotted something down.

"Okay." Steve nodded, and jotted something down.

"Buck? I'm home!" Your voice rang through the small apartment, your kitten heels clicking softly against the wood floor as you strode towards Bucky and Steve. "What'cha doing?" You hummed, dropping down next to Bucky. 

Steve went scarlet, the whole way down beneath his shirt and Bucky held back a chuckle. 

"What? What's goin' on?" You asked, looking between the two friends. 

"I'm teaching Stevie how to pleasure a woman." Bucky said, a proud smirk plastered over his lips. 

"Is that so?" You raised a brow at Steve, who nodded sheepishly. 

"Sure is." Bucky chirped. 

"Why don't you show me how you'd do it?" You ask, leaning in to press a short kiss to his jugular. 

"Of course, doll. You get yourself nice and comfortable and I'll be with you in a minute." 

"Should I leave?" Steve asked timidly, and you and Bucky shared an amused look. 

"No silly, he's gonna show both of us how to do it." You grinned, and Steve gulped. You leant into him more, "I might even let you have a play if you're good." 

You had to hold back a laugh at Steve's shocked face, your breath hot on his skin as you'd winked at him before pulling away. 

"Don't be too long." You simpered, pushing yourself up and strolling into the bedroom. 

You wouldn't be surprised if Steve had heard you and Bucky going at it before, as there was only one bedroom in the boys' small apartment. 

He'd never mentioned hearing it before though, so you could understand Steve's nervous and flustered state. 

You sighed, draping yourself over Bucky's twin bed before letting your hands trail over your stomach, over your breasts. 

"Start in' without us, pretty girl?" Bucky smirked, arms folded over his chest as he leant in the doorway. 

You grinned at him as a very red Steve stumbled into the room. 

"G'wan, have a go." Bucky encouraged, patting Steve on the shoulder. Steve gulped before walking over to you and dropping to his knees at the foot of your bed. 

Bucky sat himself down on Steve's bed, which ran parallel to his own to make it easy to push the two tighter together if the nights got too cold and they needed to share body heat.

You gave Steve a reassuring nod as he leant towards you, and he returned a small smile before diving forwards. 

"Shit, Steve! You sure you haven't done this before?" You breathed as he lapped over your clit. 

He hummed against you, and before long you felt a slim finger push into your entrance. You shuddered, back arching as he curled upwards.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You exclaimed as Steve nipped at your clit, his finger finding that one spot that always made you see stars.

You had stopped paying attention to anything but Steve's mouth and fingers, so barely noticed Bucky stand up and crouch down next to the bed you were spread across. 

With one arm braced on the mattress, Bucky reached over and cupped your cheek in his hand. His thumb traced your lips before slipping between them. 

"Such a dirty mouth, doll." He chuckled, and your eyes rolled back into your skull. 

Your legs flayed, and one of your heels dug into Steve's back as you neared your climax. Steve groaned into your folds and Bucky grinned. 

"She's nearly there, pal. Keep goin'." Bucky mumbled, pressing down on your tongue with his thumb as you keened. 

"Oh my god! Steve you feel so good!" You dried out as you came, thighs shaking around Steve's head as he brought you your release. 

"Good girl." Bucky hummed, pulling away at the same time as Steve. 

Breathing hard, you looked down to see Steve eyeing you with dark eyes, a satisfied grin on his lips. You chuckled, running a hand through his hair. 

"You are trouble." You mumbled, and Bucky laughed along with you.

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Chapter 3: Stuck-y in another universe

Pairing: 40s Stucky x reader

Word count: 3.0k

Warnings: angst, kissing, Steve and Bucky being in love, implied smut m/m, Steve and Bucky figuring out their sexuality (kind of), guns, bullets, if I missed something let me know

A/N: I am so excited to be part of this project. I hope you like this chapter and make sure you check out the previous ones!

Series masterlist

Ch 2

Feeling a light in your eyes you groan loudly turning you frown “Oh no…” You manage to open an eye and realize it happened again, your heart sunk as you realized you were not in the hotel room with Dean, but where were you now?

~~~~~~~~

The room you found yourself in was dark, with just a sliver of light coming from above you. But that’s not what scared you. The shouting, gunfire and explosions outside did. It felt like a war zone, or what a war zone in a movie sounded like. You felt around until you found a wall, then you moved until you felt metal and hoped it was a door. With the door handle in hand you take a deep breath and twist it open.

The noise was a lot worse in the hallway. Above you the lights flickered and the building shook. There were two options, stay in the room you were in or walk out and hope to find someone that was willing to help you. After talking yourself into it you step out into the hallway. Another explosion rocks the building. The further down you go the more the chaos comes into view. People were shouting at each other but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. It wasn’t until you were just about to round the corner that you could hear better. They were speaking another language, was that German?

An ungodly shriek was ripped from your lips when a bullet hit the wall beside your head. Some soldiers surrendered while others went down fighting. When the smoke cleared you were left in awe. Standing in front of you in a ‘V’ formation were the Howling Commandos. Captain America was front and center with his shield in one hand and his gun in the other. His eyes landed on you as the last of the enemy soldiers hit the ground. He turned his head and said something before he lowered his weapon.

“Hello, my name is-“

“Steve Rogers.” You cut him off.

Behind his cowl his eyes go wide and he shoots another glance over his shoulder.

“How do you know that?”

“I uh…” you stare at him for a moment. How are you going to explain this situation to him? “It’s kind of complicated.”

“You’re in the middle of an enemy base. You’re either with them or their prisoner. Which one is it?”

“Neither.”

“Doll, we really don’t have time for your mind games here. The people in this building are dangerous. Are you with them or not?” Bucky stepped forward and looked at you.

“No. Absolutely not. I could never.”

“Ok, then why don’t we get you out of here so that you can explain how you got here.” Bucky stretched his hand out for you to take which you did.

He pulled you towards him as he looked you up and down to check for any injuries. Being satisfied he didn’t find any but confused by what you were wearing, Bucky escorted you out.

Outside the smell of gunpowder and blood hangs in the air. There are destroyed cars and tanks all over the place. The building looks like it’s falling apart and the banners that hang on the side of the building are black. The insignia being a red skull and tentacles. You gasp as you take it all in. This is the third place you've been pulled to and you still weren’t used to it happening. The ‘jumping’ was exhausting. It didn’t help that you’re not sure how long you’ve been gone either. Has it been a few hours or a few days?

“Ok, let’s start with the basics. What’s your name and what are you doing here?” Bucky asks. Steve stands beside him and eyes you cautiously. The starry eyed look in your eye throws him off.

“My name is Y/N and I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

You sigh and explain to them how you had gone out to get food and when you walked into the restaurant you were in a different universe. Then you explained how you were getting help and it happened again and then one more and now you were standing in front of them.

“That’s impossible.” Steve shakes his head.

“More impossible that you going from 90 pounds soaking wet to this.” You gesture at his much larger frame. “With the help of the serum that Erskine injected you with. Or the fact that you’re fighting hydra lead by a guy named Red Skull, which by the way is such an unoriginal and stupid name.”

Bucky bites back a smirk.

“How do you know any of that?”

“Because the universe I’m from, you’re comic book and movie characters. All of this is just a story.”

Steve and Bucky look at each other completely confused before they look back at you.

“If it makes you feel any better you two are my favorite.”

“I’m not sure if that does, doll.”

“Well we have to get you out of here. In this universe this is a real war. Do you know when you’ll jump again?” Steve asks softly.

“Unfortunately no, it just happens. That last time it happened, I was sleeping.”

Steve nods as he looks around trying to come up with a plan.

“You’ll have to come with us for the time being. Have you ever been on a motorcycle?”

“Nope.”

“Well it’s your lucky day.” Bucky says as they guide you toward a few motorcycles just outside the base entrance. He throws his leg over his motorcycle and offers you his hand. “Alright, you’re going to have to hold on tight. We’ll be driving for a while and the paths aren’t smooth.” You smile and take his hand before you realize it’s his left hand. The smile you had falters slightly but you move quickly hoping he doesn’t notice.

~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been hours since you found yourself in the middle of Germany in the 1940s. Now you were on the back of a motorcycle hanging on to Steve for dear life. Every so often he would place his hand over yours as a way to keep you calm. They had been sweet, both Steve and Bucky had ensured your comfort even in such a horrible situation. Finally after riding for so long the commandos came to a stop in front of an abandoned cabin. If it were with anyone else you would feel uncomfortable that they’d veered off the main path and into the forest but you felt safe with them.

“We’ll have to camp out here for the night.” Steve says as he helps you off of the motorcycle. “We still have a day's journey before we meet up with our contact. He’ll take you somewhere safer than this place is.”

“And who is he?”

“You’ll meet him soon enough.”

“You mean Howard Stark?” You ask.

Again Steve looks at you bewildered but nods.

“Don’t freak out on me. I just want to know if things here happen the way they do in the movie version.”

“Yeah Stevie don't freak out on her, punk.”

“I’m not freaking out, jerk.”

You smile as you look between them and they stop their bickering to look back at you.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just doing the thing.”

“How much do you know about our lives?”

You think and then tell them everything up to them both of them being in the howling commandos. Without knowing how revealing the future could affect them you leave out the things that haven’t happened yet. The nervous glance they gave each other completely escaped you.

“Wow. That is a lot of information. Not all of it is correct though.” Bucky murmurs before he opens the door to the cabin that has been checked out by the other Howlies. He motions for you to walk in first.

“Sorry, again I don’t mean to freak you out. But honestly I’m such a huge fan. You guys are great.”

Steve gives you a small shy smile as he places his shield against the wall. Two Howlies stand guard outside while two start a fire in the chimney.

“We’re going to see if there are any blankets for you but seeing as this place has been abandoned for a while we’re not sure what we’ll find.”

“It’s ok, I appreciate that you’re even accommodating me.”

Bucky winks at you before walking up the stairs with Steve following. The wooden structure creaks under their weight. Without much to do you sit and lean against the wall near Steve’s shield and close your eyes.

****

You woke up suddenly, startled and afraid that you were in some other universe. After wiping the sleep away from your eyes you looked around and were surprised to find that you were still with the Howlies. There was an old tattered blanket draped over you and you knew it must have been Steve or Bucky that had covered you up. As quietly as you can, you get up and peek out of one of the windows. From there you can see Falsworth standing guard, in the rest of the room are the Howlies except for Steve, Bucky and Morita. You wondered if they were all out in watch but then you heard footsteps above you.

Without a second thought you walk quietly up the stairs and toward the end of the ill lit hallway. You open the door thinking you’d find Steve and Bucky trying to sleep but what you see is much more interesting.

Steve has Bucky pinned against the wall, their lips meeting in a frenzied and desperate dance. Hands moving gracefully to remove clothing. You must have stayed there longer than you realized because Bucky pushes Steve away. There’s a panicked look in his eyes when he looks over at you. Steve’s cheeks flush pink when he realizes they’ve been caught.

“I am so sorry.” You whisper before you start closing the door.

Steve holds it open and gently pulls you inside. Behind you Bucky is trying to redress himself.

“Please, you can’t say anything. Our careers would be over, we would get thrown in jail or asylums over this.” Steve held your hands and squeezed. His eyes were full of fear as he looked from you to Bucky.

“What? No I won’t say a word. Your secret is safe with me I promise.”

“Really? Just like that?” Bucky asks cautiously.

“Yes, just like that. Might I remind you I’m from a different universe and different time period. Two men being in love isn’t punishable by jail time or being thrown into an asylum. I mean there are still people that won’t accept it but for the most part you have the freedom to love who you want to.”

Bucky’s eyes soften as he looks at Steve. A sad smile plays on both their lips. A silent understanding that they’ll never get to be together freely passes amongst the three of you.

“I’ll go and give you guys some privacy.”

You smile when you watch them hold hands before you walk out Bucky speaks up.

“Thank you. It feels good that someone knows and doesn’t hate us for it.”

You give them a little wink and shut the door behind you.

~~~~~~~~~~

The following morning after a quick breakfast you find yourself holding on to Bucky while you ride through Germany. At this moment you have to wonder if you’re dreaming or something. Things like this don’t happen in your reality. More importantly you’re still debating on whether to tell them the truth about what’s going to happen in the very near future.

The roar of the motorcycles begins to die down as you make it to a small mostly untouched town. It’s filled with allied soldiers running around. At the end of the road the Howlies all park their bikes at what seems to be a small hotel.

Once everyone is off their bikes they’re met with Colonel Phillips, Howard Stark and Peggy Carter. All eyes were on you but you couldn’t be surprised you stuck out like a sore thumb.

“And who do we have here?” Howard stepped forward first, his hand stretched out in order to shake yours. “Name’s Howard Stark.”

“Y/N.”

“That’s a lovely name.”

“Laying it on a bit thick there aren’t you, Stark?” Bucky walks up and stands beside you.

“Where did you find her?”

The question came from Peggy. Her gaze moved from your feet all the way up as she scrutinized your very existence.

“At a hydra base.” Steve says as he also stands a bit closer to you.

“So she could be the enemy. We have to lock her up.”

“Like hell you will.”

“You’d have to go through me.”

Bucky and Steve both speak up at the same time.

“I’m sorry gentlemen but we can’t let someone that was in a hydra base and we know nothing about, run free.”

“I will take responsibility for her.”

Everyone’s eyes were on Steve.

“I’m sorry but I can’t take your word for it.”

“Seriously?” You speak up. “You have the literal worst track record for not listening to Steve and he’s proved you wrong time and time again dude.”

“Dude? Do I look like a dude to you?”

“Well actua-“ your response is stopped by Bucky’s hand over your mouth.

“Sir if you don’t mind we’ve been out in the field for weeks. We’d really like to clean up and have something to eat.”

“Fine. But she’s staying in your room so that you can keep an eye on her.” Phillips huffs before turning around and stomping away.

“Steve, might I have a word with you?”

“Of course Peggy.” He says before looking over at you and Bucky. “Why don’t you go ahead, I’ll catch up with you.” He sends a small smile your way before following Peggy into what seemed to be the makeshift office.

****

“I’ve never missed a bed so much in my life.” You mutter as you fling yourself on the full sized bed.

It wasn’t the best thing in the world but sleeping on the floor and then sitting on the back of a motorcycle for two days was taking a toll. You sigh as you close your eyes. Bucky chuckles but moves to lay down beside you.

“So is there someone special that’s worrying about you back home?”

“The only special person waiting for me is whoever answered the phone when I placed my order for takeout.”

Bucky turns his head to look at you with a smile.

“So no special guy or gal?”

“Nope. Just lil old me all on my lonesome.”

“Hhm, seems like the future is full of idiots.” He says, making you smile.

“If I make it back home I’m putting that on a t-shirt.”

Bucky chuckles as the door to the room opens and Steve steps in. You prop yourself up on your elbows and study him. His cheeks are rosy and he has a pout.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing important, just needed to set up some time to prepare for the next missions.”

Bucky sat up and extended his hand toward Steve who took it gently. They smiled at each other and it felt like you were suddenly intruding on a very intimate moment. You tried to move away without being noticed but that was difficult.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Bathroom. I thought I’d give you some privacy and freshen up.” You say as you walk backwards into the bathroom. They both smirked but let you go.

****

You took a long time in the bathroom. At this point you weren’t sure if it was even ok for you to walk back out into the main room or just stay there for the rest of the evening. A knock on the door startles you out of your thoughts. With a sheepish smile you open the door and Steve chuckles.

“You can come on out. We brought dinner.”

You walk out to find Bucky sitting on the floor with a makeshift picnic waiting.

“Was the bathroom as interesting as you’d thought it’d be, doll?”

“You’d actually be surprised at how different bathrooms are in the future.”

They both chuckle and you sit down. Steve and Bucky give each other knowing glances before Bucky clears his throat.

“Well we wanted to thank you again for last night.”

“There’s no need.”

“But we do. It’s not easy to have to hide how we feel for each other from the world. We actually had a question.” Steve said.

“Ok, what’s the question?”

“In your universe and your time, is it possible that someone can like men and women?”

“Absolutely.”

“So it wouldn’t be weird if I said I wanted to kiss you?” Bucky asks as he shifts closer to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Wh-what? What about Steve?”

“Sweetheart, I want to kiss you too.”

“Oh.”

Bucky chuckles as he leans in, his lips brushing up against yours. “So?”

“So?”

“Can I kiss you, doll?”

“Please.”

Bucky smiles into the kiss. His lips soft, the kiss sweet. As much as you can feel him trying to hold back his resolve breaks and he deepens the kiss. You can’t help the moan that escapes you. But it doesn’t last because Bucky pulls away and you turn just in time to have Steve crush his lips to yours. He doesn’t hold back either.

You pull back that dreaded and familiar chill runs down your back. The change in your body language alerts the boys that something’s wrong.

“It’s happening again.” You say frantically.

“What’s happening?”

“I’m going to jump.” you shiver as the sensation gets stronger and you look between Steve and Bucky. Their worried gazes move from you to each other and back. “Whatever happens don’t get on the tr-“

The air shifts around you, a chill runs down your back again and you’re no longer sitting on the floor of a beaten down hotel room in the middle of Germany in the 1940s. The last thing you heard was them calling out your name. This time you feel exhausted. These jumps are draining you and yet again you’re in a universe you don’t recognize. A tear rolls down your cheek as you finally look around to try and figure out where you are.

Most importantly, will you figure out a way to get back?

Ch 4

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The Girl and Her Golden Boys

⇨ Chapter One: The Bells

♡ Pairing: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, 40’s!Platonic!Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

♡ Chapter Summary: You find yourself back in your hometown, unfortunately it’s for the passing of Sarah Rogers. You meet up with your boys, as it’s been awhile since you’ve last seen them.

♡ Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of parent death

Italics are flashbacks

You hadn’t gotten through a full year of Boarding School, when you had heard Sarah Rogers had passed. Growing up she had raised you when your Father was absent, which was a lot of the time. She became the Mother figure you needed, being a girl and all, it was important to have a woman guide you. Hearing that she had passed was devastating, feeling like you were losing your true Mother all over again.

Your Father had picked you up, and the two of you were now headed to the funeral. Silence filled the car, not many words ever spoken between him and you, that’s just how things were after your Mom had died. The usual tension that came with the silence, wasn’t noticed by you, as your mind swirled with thoughts. Specifically, Steve Rogers.

Your heart ached for him, knowing how badly he must be hurting. Losing a parent was a bond being torn, and no matter the years gone by, you will always wonder if they’ll come back. If maybe, just maybe— that bond will amble.

You knew it was vital that you be here for Steve, knowing what it like to lose a parent, you would try and make sure he didn’t lose himself like you did.

Steve was your first friend in school. Fourth grade, you remember a tiny boy tripping through the doorway of your school, his books flying everywhere, pages folding unnaturally.

☆

You were quick to collect his books, and help him back to his feet, pulling him to the side to dust off his now dirtied pants. He was slightly embarrassed, watching you clean him off like his mother would. You on the other hand, didn’t realize you were crossing a line, instead acted out of pure instinct.

“T-thanks… My shoes are a little too big. Hard to walk in them sometimes.” He told you bashfully.

“That’s okay, you’ll grow into them eventually,” You assured him, sticking out your hand, “I’m (Y/n)!”

Steve smiled at your kindness, grabbing your hand with a shake.

“I’m Steve, happy to meet someone nice on the first day of school.”

“I know it’s scary, but you’ve got me now! I promise I won’t let you trip… Again.” You declared, handing him his books back, all stacked nicely.

Steve giggled and smiled, excited that he had found a friend.

☆

Steve had become more of a brother to you as you two had grown. Although you two didn’t get along as well as you first did, you two still loved each other and would never go to bed angry. At least, that’s what Sarah would tell us.

The car halted to a stop, alerting you that you had arrived at the cemetery. Knots formed in your stomach suddenly, Sarah’s passing fully hitting you now. You wanted to stay strong for Steve, you didn’t want him to see you upset. You wanted the focus to stay on Steve, he was the one who deserved all the love today. But the closer you were getting to the group of sniffling people, your walls started to crumble.

You scanned the small crowd, spotting Steve standing next to Bucky. You had a good assumption Buck was trying to convince Steve to stay with him and his family, but Steve being stubborn, you knew that was going to be war.

You smiled at the closeness of the two, the brother bond always warming your heart. Steve needs someone like Bucky, and Bucky needs Steve just as much.

Before you were away at Boarding School, you were here with the boys. It was you three versus the world, going on adventures, getting in trouble, and sometimes getting hurt together. You didn’t care what mess you got yourselves into, as long as it was one of them that was putting the bandaid on.

Quietly letting your Father know you were headed over to the boys, you walked silently, keeping your head down, trying to swallow down the lump forming in your throat.

You stopped some feet away, glancing at the both of their glum faces. You started towards Steve first, not saying a word as you embraced him in a tight, needed hug. Steve closed his eyes, relishing in your comforting embrace that he had missed so much. He patted your back appreciatively, both of you stepping away from each other.

“Let me guess, you’re here to say you’re sorry for my loss too.” Steve mumbled sarcastically, his eyes vacant and unfocused.

Frowning at his words, you fiddled with the ends of your dress, and cleared your throat.

“I don’t think anything I say is going to make you feel better right now. I’m here because my friend needs me, that’s it.” You explained softly, watching his eyebrows raise slightly in appreciation.

Steve opened his mouth to respond but his eyes went dull again, and he closed it. Attempting to blink away the oncoming tears, he excused himself, choosing to stand farther away to give himself a moment.

You watched with worried eyes, not wanting to let him walk away, but knowing that he needs time to himself.

“You being here means the world to him, ya know.” Bucky spoke finally, breaking your gaze from Steve. You met his eyes and forced a smile, walking towards him slowly.

He opened his arms, caging you in his protective embrace. You looped your arms around his lower back, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. Your face was smushed into his chest, but it didn’t stop your eyes from tearing up, your nose burning.

“I’m trying to be strong for him but… It’s h-hard.” You whimpered out, your voice wavering by the end.

Bucky rubbed your back soothingly with one hand, while the other cradled the back of your head.

“I know Doll, I know. You can let it out.” He whispered, holding you tight as your body shook with quiet sobs.

Bucky always had this this effect on you, he was able to bring your guard down. You blamed it on the fact that his embrace always felt so safe, always feeling like it was just you and him. Bucky was the oldest and protected you and Steve growing up, of course you saw him as a hero. But you knew there was something deeper to the connection, but you never spoke up about it. You valued the friendship too much to risk putting your feelings out there.

Your sobs died down, just as quick as they had started. Bucky’s aura alone, making you feel better.

“Thank you Buck.” You mumbled into his chest, and he chuckled.

“No need, you know I’m always here for you.” He told you, making you lift your face from his chest to meet his gaze.

“I know.” You whispered, smushing your face back into his chest, wishing you could stay here forever.

Approaching footsteps got both you and Bucky’s attention. Glancing to the direction where they came from, Steve was walking back, wiping his eyes dry.

Breaking apart from Bucky, you focused back on Steve.

“Hey Stevie, ya ready?” You asked him softly.

Steve knew you were talking about the burial, which he didn’t feel he’d ever be ready. But he glanced to you, then to Bucky and he felt safe. He wasn’t alone, he had his family right here.

“I guess.” Steve muttered, starting to walk but slowed his pace when he felt you intertwine your fingers through his.

You and Steve were hand in hand, when suddenly you felt your right hand being laced with Bucky’s fingers. Glancing over to him, you met his soft eyes, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

Steve watched from the far left as you and Bucky gazed into each others eyes for a split second, and for the first time today, Steve smiled.

The three of you all made your way to the small crowd, holding hands, keeping each other grounded.

As long as you had each other, everything was going to be okay.

A/N: 40’s buck and steve hold such a special place in my heart and i felt i had to start a series set in the 40’s. a lot of this series i want to be domestic stuff, but eventually it will be full of drama and hydra EWW. i’m excited to see where this might go, let me know what you think🤍

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mam’selle - james buchanan barnes

forties!bucky x waitress!reader inspired by frank sinatra’s “mam’selle”

warnings: MAJOR FLUFF, use of the nicknames ‘’sweetheart’’ ‘’sugar’’ and ‘’mam’selle’’, flirty but shy bucky!! and bulky bucky and steve

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Holding back a wince, you hummed under your breath. “’m sorry, sir, but I just can’t serve ya our breakfast options at this time o’ day,” a thick southern accent weaving through your words. The man grumbled, before settling on the tomato soup. “Now sir, that I can serve ya!” You grinned enthusiastically, just glad he hadn’t gotten mad at you for doing your job, which was all too familiar to you. You spun on your heel, flats clicking on the floor as you made your way toward the kitchen. “Martha!” you called, watching as her unruly hair and scrunched up face turned to you. “Yeah, hon?” She replied, tucking her cloth into her apron. “The man on table 8 would like the garden tomato soup, please,” you told her, sticking the paper slip through the pin on the counter. “10 minutes, top, hon,” she smiled, before the sound of slicing could be heard once more. You turned to the rest of the customers, smiling contently as everybody either sat waiting for their food, or had already been served it and were digging in happily. You were only a few tables short of a full house, and in contrast to the hustle and bustle outside, the café was surprisingly calm.

Breaking your peaceful daze, the bell that hung above the door rang shrilly. Your head snapped toward a sight you would have never expected to see. Not just one, but two of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on stepped into the café. Your mouth hung agape for a moment, before they started to make their way to a booth in the far end of the building. You waited for a moment, as to not seem too keen, before walking to their table, clutching your notebook nervously. Never had you been so flustered, let alone by customers, and you tried your absolute best to pull yourself together and be professional. Your eyes fluttered shut for a short moment as you drew in a sharp breath, before you were at the side of their table. Clearing your throat, you greeted them. “Hey, boys! What can I do for ya’ today?” You grinned, only just keeping your voice from shaking as their eyes bore into you.

The first man, slightly smaller than his companion, smiled at you sweetly. His hair was blonde, and he looked as if he had spent a day by the beach - his skin gleamed as if he were under the summer’s sun, and his eyes shone a bright blue hue. You turned to his friend, and if you thought the first man had been gorgeous, then you certainly had another thing coming for you. The second man was somehow even more attractive than the first, and you felt as if all the air in your lungs had vanished. He, too, simply stared at you, although you couldn’t quite tell if time had merely slowed to a halt. Much like his friend, the man’s body was perfectly sculpted, like the mythological Gods your father had told you tales about as a child. His muscles were visible, even through his tightly fitted shirt, and his shoulders were impossibly broad. You had started to wonder how he had even fit through the door. His eyes were an amazing shade of blue, specks of green complimenting his irises. His eyes sparkled, like wine does.

“Hi, sugar,” and with those two words you felt as though your knees would betray you. The second man, whose hair was a dark shade of brown, began to flick through the menu, his eyes barely leaving you before he hummed in satisfaction. “I think I’ll have the blueberry pancakes please, and a black coffee.” He said, smiling at you once more. Before you could even think about it, you nodded a quick ‘yes’ and scribbled the order down in your notepad. Your turned to the first man, internally cursing yourself, before smiling expectantly at him. “I’ll have the poached egg ‘n’ bacon, if that’s alright,” he murmured, shyly, flashing a small grin at you. “Is that all, gentlemen?” you asked politely. “Think so, for now, sugar,” The dark haired man replied, your blood rushing to your cheeks. Once again, you internally cursed yourself. What was wrong with you? You didn’t even know the guy! “Comin’ right up,” you confirmed, scrambling away to tell Martha the bad news.

“Martha!” You yelled through gritted teeth, slamming the order down in front of her. You scowled in self-annoyance, eyeing her down as she scanned the order. “Y/N, we don’t serve breakfast after 10-” She went to sigh, but you grabbed her by the apron and dragged her with you until the both of you were peering at the far booth where the two gorgeous studs sat. “Oh my,” She trailed off, whipping back into the kitchen. Following her, you yelped, “How am I to say no to them?!” Then, you began to plead. “Martha, please, for me, make ‘em their breakfast, just this once,” You cupped her face in your hands, staring sweetly into her eyes and pouting. Finally she sighed, smirking lightly as you squealed in relief. “Martha, darlin’, you won’t regret it!” You thanked her, lurching forward to embrace her. “My, my, Y/N, you sure are smitten,” she chuckled warmly, before asking which one you liked with a raised eyebrow and childish smirk. “I don’t.. I don’t...” you hummed, before a smile cracked your almost convincing facade. “Fine!” you squeaked as she prodded your sides. “The dark haired guy,” you sighed with a dreamy look in your eye. As Martha filtered the coffee into a spotted mug, she giggled alongside you. “Go, take this to them,” she said as she handed you the coffee. “Thank you, Martha, thank you.” you whispered giddily. 

Coffee in your hands, heart in your throat, blood in your cheeks, you shuffled toward the table. You set the drink down, steam rising slowly from the cup in curls. “Here you go, sir,” you grinned, casually placing one hand on their table to steady yourself. He smiled back at you warmly, eyes staring right into yours, weakening your legs again. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he beamed. Sweetheart, you gushed internally. “No problem, mister,” you responded, fiddling with the fabric of your apron. “Can I get you anything else?” You asked, stare fixed upon the dark-haired man, until the blonde spoke up. Your eyes flitted to him as he stuttered, “Could I maybe get an iced tea, please?” You chuckled sweetly in response to his request, and the brunette’s shiver went unnoticed by you as the sound of your laugh made his hairs rise on the back of his neck. The smile he held never left his face, and the blonde eyed him amusedly, unbeknownst to you. “Of course darlin’,” you soothed, almost charmed by the smaller man’s sheepish nature. Your gaze snapped back to the brunette, whose eyes had never left your frame. As your eyes met his, an embarrassed cough erupted from his chest. You raised your brows at the sharp sound, offering the man a napkin. He quickly declined, too shaken by your warm hand on his shoulder. You too noticed the placement of your hand, speedily withdrawing it before smoothing your skirt. “Your food should be ready soon,” You affirmed, quickly turning and rushing back to the kitchen.

You groaned as you entered, wiping your hands over your face in shame and embarrassment. “What now?” Martha urged expectantly. “This is hell!” you cried, covering your eyes and shaking your head. “Hon, you may never even see them again.” She tried to comfort you, fingers smoothing over your shoulders. When you uncovered your face, Martha couldn’t help but snigger at the hot-red hue of your cheeks. You frowned at her suggestion. “’wanna see him again, though,” you mumbled softly. “What will be, will be,” Martha hummed in response. You let your eyes close hopelessly at her suggestion. She tapped your head, gazing down at you smugly as you opened your eyes to look at her. “Their food is ready, and you can’t just sit in here all day, or they’ll starve, You don’t want your man to starve, do you now?” She mocked. You pushed her hand from your scalp, huffing. “You’re mean,” you moaned, pouting. “Hon, lets not forget that you begged me to make these,” Martha reminded you. “Fine.”

As you placed both plates before the men and polite ‘thank you’s slipped from their lips, the brunette’s eyes were fixed on you despite the delicious smell flooding his senses. The pancakes may have smelled heavenly, but he didn’t care for them as long as you were there. He knew it was stupid, to crush on a waitress he had never met, but you were gorgeous. Your voice was soft and warm, and he adored your accent. Your laugh sounded like a symphony of violins. His heart, for whatever reason, yearned for you, and he was confused by this. He was usually flirtatious, yes, but he had never truly felt drawn to somebody like he had to you. To make matters worse, he couldn’t seem to flirt with you how he did with others. He wasn’t sure how he would win your endearment. Little did he know, he already had. 

Whilst the man gazed at you, wishing he could make you his, your thoughts mirrored the ones racing through his mind. Usually, men took a fancy to you. You hated to sound self-absorbed, but it was simple fact. However, this man had only called you common nicknames, nicknames familiar to you as a local waitress, nicknames that he likely called hundreds of other swooning women. Little did you know, he never typically used pet names for other ladies. It didn’t usually come natural to him, not when most girls had little to no meaning. He wasn’t a bad man, he took care of ladies and showed them a good time, kept them happy whilst they were with him, but most of his encounters were purely flings, mutually. He knew that the women he usually met were looking for nothing more than an exciting week, but you? How could he know what you wanted from somebody like him? The answer was plain and simple: he couldn’t. Unless...

“How would you like to go to dinner with me some day,” He asked boldly, his voice nearly quivering with unfamiliar anxiety. He glanced at your name tag, before adding, “Y/N?” Both yours and the blonde’s eyes snapped up to stare at him, the blonde’s eyes flooded with a look of knowing awe; yours filled with a look of utter shock. You turned briskly to meet Martha’s gaze, who was peeking for behind the kitchen door, smirking at you excitedly. “I- um, yeah.” You babbled, completely dumbfounded by the quick turn of events. “Yeah?” the man chuckled, flashing a kind smile at you. “Yeah.” you affirmed. The two of you just stared at each other with starry eyes, before you realised that you didn’t even know his name. “What, um, what’s you’re name?” you asked awkwardly, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The man reached for your hand, his calloused palm smoothing over yours. He pressed a light kiss to the back of your hand, before he spoke. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes, mam’selle.”

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Rumor Has It (40′s!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

FIC PINTEREST BOARD

Summary: As a local bartender, you’d heard a thing or two about James Barnes. 

Warnings: Nazi mention, war mentions, a little bit of language

A/N: AHHHH tiktok gave me some of this dialogue and I nEEDED to write with it!

You’d heard about James Barnes.

He was a legend in your line of work. Rumor had it that he’d been to every lounge in Brooklyn. Many bartenders had spoken of serving him and the lady he’d selected for the evening. A lounge was his go-to date spot. We played music, served drinks, and had a pleasant atmosphere. The lounges in the area were always dark and easy to hide in. He’s courted a lot of different women. God forbid a past girl catches him with his newest woman. It hasn’t happened yet, so you’ve heard. 

However, you have never met him. He has yet to stop by your lounge. He has yet to bring a date. You can’t blame him, your location was on the edge of town and kind of hard to get to. The narrow, unlit roads were daunting to those looking for a good time. A dark alleyway didn’t exactly scream ‘come visit!’. 

The fact that he had been in the army didn’t exactly help. His long stint of courting a randomized girl every night got interrupted when America involved itself in the war. He was quickly shipped off, practically disappearing. His existence was ghost-like. Many mentioned him, both men and women alike. The gentlemen he’d done laboring with during long, grueling New York summers were speaking of him like an old friend. His name seemed like a memory on some of the female bar-goer’s lips. It seemed like he had never left. Even though you had never met him, all the stories you’d heard made it seem like you did. Many customers you met had known him. Simply, it became obvious he befriended a lot of people in the area. Nobody you’d met had something negative to say about the man. Since he left for war, many who stayed behind gained more respect for him. 

Rumor has it he’s back. 

Tuesday afternoon you were working a shift for a sick bartender when someone uttered interesting words. 

“Bucky and Steve are back, they’re going on some victory tour or something. I heard Rogers got handsome while overseas, apparently, all the women in Europe have been swooning. My husband wrote me all about it!” A young woman sitting across the bar whisper-yelled. She couldn’t disguise her excitement for the news. However, it was hard to tell what she was more excited about, whether James and Steve are home or her husband had sent a letter. 

You’d seen pictures of James. You could admit, he was an attractive man. You totally understood why he had women at his feet left and right. Usually, though, that meant they had an ego. You already dealt with that during your shifts at the lounge. You didn’t have time to entertain a cocky man that found himself to be king of the world. It just wasn’t in the cards. 

As the afternoon melted into the evening, the lounge became a bit busier. Typically, Friday through Sunday was the busy days. Every now and again, it would pick up a little during the weekdays. However, this wasn’t a “picking up on a Tuesday” kind of busy. Something was going on, you thought. And then it all made sense.

James Barnes had waltzed into the creaky wooden door. He was wearing his brown Army uniform. A tan cap covered his brown hair, which has gotten a little longer since the most recent picture you’d seen. He also looked tired, the bottom of his eyes had sunken in and his eyelids were now permanently half-lidded. He didn’t look an ounce less handsome, though. 

The moment he walked through the door, the volume of the lounge increased dramatically. Every single customer that could stand on their own two feet was loudly welcoming the solider home. James received many pats on the back from men playing billiards; who seemed to respect him for her service. He also had been on the receiving end of many hugs from women old to young. His grateful smile never faltered. He spoke to everyone that gave him the time of day. Never once did he seem annoyed or appalled at the sudden attention. All eyes were on him. Yet, he never shied away. He seemed like the same man you’d heard stories about.

Once he could get away from the welcome wagon, he dragged his feet towards the bar. The farther he got away from the crowd, the more his smile fell. If he was an actor, that would’ve been an award-winning performance. 

“Sergeant Barnes, you’re shorter than I anticipated,” You said once he reached the bartop. Now that he was closer, you noticed the small cuts and scabs littered his face. The bridge of his nose housed a nasty gash, which was obvious from a puffy scar that now replaced it.

 His tired eyes locked with yours, smiling at you. “That’s no way to welcome home a soldier,” His Brooklynn accent came poking through. It was thick, something that you’d mock to your friends the next time you see them.

“I’m afraid we’ve never met,” 

“I’d remember if we did. I’d never forget a face like that,”

“Is that what you say to all the girls?” His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. You’d rendered the quippy James Barnes speechless. Not many can say that based on the tales you’d heard. From the stories, you could tell he was part of the talkative bunch. He had a reputation to talk anyone’s ear off if he was given the chance. “What can I get you, James?”

He chuckled, sitting at a barstool. “Please, call my Bucky,” 

“That’s not what I asked you,” 

“Bourbon,” 

You smile, “You like your gums feeling tingly?” You proceeded to carefully pour him some of the house bourbon, choosing to pour it into a short glass. It was wider than a shot glass, but a similar height. It was perfect for his larger hands to hold. He wouldn’t be able to drop it unless he did so purposefully. 

Bucky took the glass as you slid it across the counter and instantly took a sip. After swallowing, he exhaled loudly. “You know, you’re the first person to not kiss my ass since getting home,”

“That’s not very gentleman-like language, Barnes,” 

“Well I am a soldier, never claimed to have the mouth of an angel,” 

You decided to leave him alone for a moment, choosing to tend to the other customers at the bar. You’d poured a few refills of water or whiskey, and made a few martinis. Every now and again, you’d steal a glance at James. He sat on his barstool in his lonesome. In fact, it’s the first time you’ve ever heard nor seen the man alone in a place like this. He always brought a date. His elbows laid on the stained bartop, leaning into his arms. He seemed slightly tired, more reserved than the James you’d always heard of. Besides his arrival, you hadn’t seen him speak to anyone. A few people tried to spark some conversation. Their attempts always consisted of questions about the war or his friend Steve Rogers. 

You’d heard rumors about Steve Rogers too. 

Steve and James were a package plan. You couldn’t get one without also getting the other. Since they were young, they’d been attached at the hip. Steve had a dream of joining the army when the war began. His father was a soldier, and he wanted nothing more than to follow in those footsteps. However, he was skinny and sick. He got denied time and time again. When Bucky left, it was difficult for him. Not soon after, Steve was getting escorted by military officials around the city of New York. Many figured he finally got caught lying on his enlistment forms. Then one day, he’s in the paper 150 pounds heavier and with more muscle than you had seen in your entire life. 

And now the man is a war hero. He’s a symbol of an American victory. 

And James Barnes is still just James Barnes. Suddenly the outgoing, all eyes on him, ladies man was cowering behind the shadow of his best friend. Since they got home, he’d been avoiding all questions about Steve. Avoiding any Captain America-related questions. 

“Pretty damn quiet over here, Barnes,” You mutter, leaning onto the bartop. He flashes a small smile your way, sitting up at your presence. 

“Not much people want to talk about besides killing nazis. I’m kind of tired of acting like some hero, though. I’m not this high and mighty guy everyone acts like I am. The only difference between me and them is the uniform. I’m no hero, I’m just a man in a tan uniform acting like something I’m not,” Bucky spoke quietly, staring at his hands that were folded in front of him. His small smile had turned into a sad one, reflecting his tone of voice. 

“Incredibly untrue, Sargent. See Tommy over there? The one with the red billiards stick. His Momma forced him to enlist. He lied on his forms and said he had asthma and a past with pneumonia so he wouldn't get through. Then he went back and told his Momma they rejected him so he couldn’t fight. He really just wanted to stay behind and keep smokin’ those damn cigars with his pals,” The story you told was true. It was again, just a rumor you’d heard, but once you served his sister a few too many imported wine glasses and she got to talking. By 10 p.m you knew all the family’s deepest darkest secrets. You’d never tell them, though. Unless, of course, it was to cheer up a handsome pouty soldier on a Tuesday night. 

“Is that true?”

“Truer than the sky being blue,” You held out your pinky to the man, suggesting a pinky promise. He held out his finger with a smile, wrapping his around yours enthusiastically. “There is a difference between you and him. He didn’t want to fight because he was selfish. You fought and saved a hell of a lot of people in the process. You have a good heart, James. Don’t undervalue yourself,” 

His sad smile was long gone, a simple memory. His laugh replaced his once somber, hushed voice. 

“You feel like an old friend,” 

“A lot of people say that when I give them booze,” You manage to laugh. He laughs right along with you. When he laughs, his eyebrows raise up and cause some wrinkles on his forehead. His hairline seems to raise up along with his brows which is entertaining to watch. 

He smiles, “Not like that. I feel like I’ve known you. I know I’ve never met you as I said, I’d never forget a face like that. You just seem so familiar. Like I’ve known you for a lifetime and then some,” 

“Are you calling me old, Barnes?”

“I’d never dare to talk about a beautiful dames age!” James chuckled at your insinuation. He knew you were joking, it was obvious that it was just how you were. He could tell you had thick skin by the banter you kept up. 

“With all this talk about my looks, I’m starting to think I’m the next on the  ‘girl’s I’d like to take dancing’ list,” You joked. Without him even asking, you decided to pour him more of his drink. Usually, you’d have to charge for a refill. Hell, you forgot to even charge him for the first drink. Yet, he’s a soldier returning home. If your manager gave you hell for it, you’d explain the special circumstance. 

All the rumors you’d heard of this man seemed to be drifting away. You’d been told gossip; not truths. This man wasn’t just some womanizer with no regard for feelings. James Barnes was far from a man that didn’t believe love existed, only beauty. James Barnes wanted to be loved. He didn’t want to be held on a pedestal for all to worship and speak about. He wanted his flaws to be just as cherished as his perfections. 

“I can add you to the list if you’d like. You would be the only occupant and I’m willing to take you dancing as soon as possible,” 

“See you tomorrow at 6?” You took the bait. The more you two talked, the more interested in him you became. He bantered back and forth with you and didn’t get offended at your silly comments. He never once made an offensive comment towards you, which was something you were used to as a bartender. And it would be a crime not to take note of his beautiful eyes and charming smile. 

He smiled.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,”

And to think, a few rumors was the start of this all.

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If I make a very angst, right person wrong time fic with ether Steve or Bucky would you guys read it? I’m talking big angst (this fic is inspired by the novel/show normal people🥲)

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