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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

Bucky was nothing if he wasn't dramatic or pulling off one hell of a stunt, but this one by far shattered any limit you thought he wouldn't break — you just had to hold the fuck on.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❯❯❯ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ❯❯❯ 2.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❯❯❯ Fluff, highly illegal fun

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ❯❯❯ WELL IT'S TAKEN ALMOST A YEAR, but here is a sequel to Second Nature that has had me in a chokehold.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ❯❯❯ Mirrors by DJSM, Milan Gavris, and Robbe ❯❯❯ P.I.M.P. HEDGEGAARD REMIX by HEDGEGAARD ❯❯❯ Go Down Deh by Spice, Shaggy, Sean Paul

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ❯❯❯ @the-slumberparty Week 4 Challenge — Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The alley was dark, and it was deserted–save for the sleek Skyline and Challenger set to pounce, the engines needed only to be started before they’d tear the streets apart. You had no idea how, or why you were doing this. Since that drive with Bucky after his win last time, you were itching to feel that rush of adrenaline again, it was a high like no other.

You had become an adrenaline junkie - so what?

A warmth billowed from your side and you looked over, broken from your reverie. “You ready for this, baby?” Bucky’s voice was a low whisper, and goosebumps broke out over your skin.

“Yeah, I am,” you replied, snaking your arms around his middle so he would hold you.

“I can stop when and if you need to, alright?” You nodded and Bucky squeezed you once, then let go. He looked over his shoulder to Steve. “You ready, punk?”

“Shut the fuck up, jerk,” Steve grinned. “I’ll beat you this time, and you know it.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and guided you to his Skyline, opening the door. The bucket seat was hard but it enveloped you, wrapped you tight in its hold; with the racing harness that only the best used, you knew it was safe. “Here we go,” Bucky hummed, adjusting the straps so they’d fit tighter than before. “Not too tight?” You shook your head and he kissed you full on the mouth. The kiss left you breathless and dizzy, adrenaline had started pumping and the car hadn’t even roared to life yet.

You were screwed–totally, unequivocally, desperately screwed.

“Remember, I can stop when and if you need me to. What’s your word, baby?”

The lack of dash lights left Bucky’s face in a dark shadow, but you could feel his piercing gaze, honed in on your lips and flicking up to your eyes. “It’s uh- it’s Dodge.”

A huff of laughter left Bucky and he nodded. “Only punks drive those,” he mused, looking over the belts one last time. “Alright, sit tight.” The passenger door closed and you could see Bucky walk around the Skyline to Steve, who was waiting in his car.

It was likely the last time you would be able to breathe calmly until the end of the night, so you closed your eyes, breathing deeply in through your nose, and out of your mouth. Your heart calmed the beat it hit against your ribs and you felt a semblance of calm wash over you.

Bucky would keep you safe. Bucky wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Bucky was the best racer there was, he wasn’t reckless or foolish, especially when you were in his prized Skyline.

You were gonna be okay.

“You with me, baby?” You jumped and looked next to you. Bucky had just opened the door and he was slipping inside the driver’s seat, a slight frown on his lips as he watched you zoned out–off in your own world where you were not about to be an accomplice nor witness to some highly illegal fun.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m okay,” you rushed to reassure him. “I was just calming down, I know I’m gonna be flying by the seat of my pants in a minute.”

Bucky laughed and turned the ignition, the car roared to life beneath you and quieted into a purr. “Literally.”

The two of you laughed and Bucky strapped himself in. Lights from the dash brightened as the computer loaded, the NOS and specs popping up on the screen by the shifter. “You can put some music on if you want,” Bucky said, switching the steering controls on the screen to drift-

“Wait, what?” You gasped, watching him as plugged in the adjustments. “You- oh god, Bucky-”

“Relax, baby.” Bucky’s warm and callused hand rested on your thigh and he squeezed, the computer abandoned. “It’s only so I can show that punk,” he pointed over his shoulder with his free hand, “what for, he has no idea, but he will figure it out. Pity it’ll be too late.” He snickered and went back to the computer with his other hand, while the other continued to squeeze your thigh reassuringly. “I’ve got you, I promise.”

“Okay,” you whispered, hands starting to tremble. “I trust you.”

Bucky smiled happily and finally brought up the connections when your phone chimed with the notification you were connected. “Give me a badass song that’ll make kicking his ass all the more glorious, baby. I’m counting on you.”

The playlists on your phone lacked anything he could drift to, but you finally settled on one you’d heard on the radio in your not-souped-up car when you were heading to your absolutely normal job. God, please let me not pass out, you willed, feeling your heart speed up when Bucky shifted in his seat and jostled the shifter.

“Now, I need you to keep calm, and I need you to keep breathing, baby,” Bucky said softly, cupping your cheek. “You’re safe, and I’ve got you.” You nodded fervently and wiggled in your seat, pushing your back against the arch. “Alright, let’s go have some fun.”

The Skyline revved and you whimpered, exhilarated when the shifter pushed into first gear. A roar came from the Challenger and sat as still as a stone while Bucky drove slowly out the alley and onto the street, the flashing and bright lights bouncing off the gunmetal like a painted neon.

“Pull up at the lights, Stevie,” Bucky said suddenly, and you looked over to see him holding his phone before putting it in the cradle, Steve’s face lighting the screen up on a voice call.

You stared wide-eyed as Bucky’s aura changed from soft, loving boyfriend, to competitive and cut-throat racer, his brow set and a slight frown settled on his lips, concentration and pride rolling off him in waves–it was fucking hot, you couldn’t lie.

“This is some fast and the furious shit, Bucky,” you blurted, and Bucky howled a laugh, his nose scrunching up at the wide smile on his once frowning lips.

“Did she just say what I think she just said?” Steve asked.

“She did!” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head.

You grinned and gripped the door rail tighter. “But it’s true!”

“Okay, okay, you’re not wrong, baby,” Bucky said, smiling. “But now I need you to hang on.”

“Oh, god,” you breathed, and Bucky giggled–the shithead giggled. “Don’t make fun of me, you dick!”

“Alright, are we racing or what?” Steve called over the phone, interrupting Bucky’s sudden mischievous smirk.

The line clicked and you realised Bucky hung up on his best friend. He turned to you and gave you a look as a last warning, and you nodded, taking a deep breath. “Play the song,” Bucky said quickly and you grabbed your phone and cursed when you fumbled and dropped it. It fell between the console and the seat. Bucky made a small soothing noise and said, “You’re alright, baby, calm down.”

The words settled over you like a blanket and the vice around your chest loosened. Phone in hand finally, you scrolled and scrolled ‘till you reached the song you had chosen. “Okay, here you go.”

Music blasted over the speakers and Bucky grinned, revving the Skyline to the beat. Steve was next to you and you looked over to find him staring and once you caught his gaze, he rolled his eyes dramatically.

A loud beep sounded from the dash and you looked towards it, and then at Bucky. “Hold on, baby girl,” he murmured, hand moving over the shifter and the other gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

Oh, fuck.

The light turned green and everything blurred. Tires squealed under you and next to you and the Challenger took off like a bullet, the Skyline not far behind. Cars were honking while Bucky weaved between them, a determined snarl on his expression as the lights from Times Square lit up his face.

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe as Bucky shifted gears and the Skyline redlined, the whistle of the turbo screaming over all the noise; it was a mechanical symphony you would never get tired of.

“Son of a bitch,” Bucky growled and you watched as Steve swerved around a group of stopped cars wide enough that his back end kicked out, smoke billowed from his tires and you could feel the smugness in his control. “The punk knew, fucking-” The Skyline kicked back and you squealed, the back end following the Challenger’s lead and Bucky held the wheel steady, eyes flicking between the gauges and road.

Blood pumped furiously in your ears and you couldn’t grasp anything, thoughts flew through your mind faster than you could wrangle them but one stayed, playing over and over; is this what it felt like to be alive?

“Come on!” Bucky yelled, forcing the Skyline to redline and roar with power around another group of stationary cars. “You bastard, Steve!” The lights of the Square had gone and it was dark, no neon lights to guide your way around the circuit.

You laughed breathlessly, watching as the Challenger slowed just enough for the Skyline to kiss the bumper before speeding up again; an arrogant taunt and scream of ‘Kiss my ass, jerk!’ if you’d ever seen one. “Go get him, Buck!”

“Oh, I fuckin’ will,” Bucky growled. The car turned to the side abruptly and you gasped, scrabbling to hold on. It was a side alley, dark and empty but full of twists and turns. “Can’t outsmart me, punk.”

“Oh, god!”

The Skyline bottomed out in the dip of the alley and sparks flew, but Bucky kept going, that same snarl on his lips as he worked the shifter. “Hang on!”

You were flying, you were fucking flying- The Skyline jerked to the side and the engine stuttered with the force of the drift. Colours were filling your vision and you realised that somehow Bucky had circled back to Times Square. “There’s Steve!” You yelled, pointing back to the lone Challenger tearing down the road.

Bucky’s grin was wolfish, manic and bloodthirsty for victory. The steering wheel spun with unbelievable speed and you faced forward, straight as an arrow, and in the lead. “Go, Bucky, go!”

Your push seemed to be what Bucky needed. The dash computer lit up and Bucky slammed a finger against it before you could read what it said, then a strange sound came from behind you, a hissing sound-

The Skyline shot forward and the hissing noise got louder, while the shifter rattled with the force. Bucky had used the NOS–in Times fucking Square.

“Bucky!” You yelled, breathing fast and clutching the door rail and console for dear life. Bucky only chuckled before pressing his boot hard to the floor, the accelerator carving a new home with the force.

A hairpin turn was fast approaching and you chanced a glance at the side mirror, Steve was still on Bucky’s tail but there was no hope for him to take the lead now. “Baby, hang on,” Bucky said just as the NOS expired, and his hand flew from the wheel to the shifter, his other hand having a titanium grip on the wheel.

You forced your body to relax, only using your strength to hold the rail and console, and you were flying again. The Skyline had kicked to the side, the back end making an arch of burnt rubber while Steve fought like hell to take first place. It was surreal, you were flying and you couldn’t help but laugh, adrenaline fuelled and absolutely on a high.

That same set of lights that only a few minutes ago you had sat stationary at came into view, and you could feel the excitement pouring in waves of Bucky–he was going to win.

“Go, Bucky!” You yelled over the music, the beat still thumping through the speakers. “We’re gonna win!”

The engine roared and the turbo whistled as soon as Bucky pushed his boot to the floor again, the pedal slamming against the metal floor. “Damn fuckin’ right we are, baby girl,” Bucky growled, weaving around traffic.

It was both a surprise–though not really, when flashing red and blue lights appeared behind you. Bucky stiffened and narrowed his eyes. “Fucks sake,” he groaned.

You were panting from the adrenaline and your heart seized–cops?

Bucky’s ringtone sounded and you scrambled to answer it, as soon as you did, Steve’s voice boomed through the phone. “What are we doing, Buck?”

“I am fuckin’ winning this race, and then we’re gonna have some fun with these pigs. Follow my lead.” The line clicked and the Skyline’s tail dipped as Bucky downshifted.

It was a blur as you passed under the stop lights you had started at, and you couldn’t grasp that Bucky had in fact, won. Adrenaline burned through every fibre of your body and you were suddenly gasping for air- it was too much, it was too mu-

“Baby, calm,” Bucky said firmly, and he chanced a glance at you. “We’re alright, do you need me to stop? I can lose these pigs. You know the word-”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you rushed, moving a hand to his shoulder so you could feel him, and it worked. The breaths leaving you turned measured but fast, and you grinned, an identical wolfish grin to his own. The change of your demeanour made Bucky pause and he was about to speak, though you stopped him. “Show them what for.”

Bucky’s grin was as bright at the lights above you, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “You said it, baby.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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