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Unsolved | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I am a BIG fan of Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara and their show Buzzfeed Unsolved (soon to be Ghost Files in the Watcher Network on Youtube), so this is inspired by a few of their episodes! 😂👻

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Bucky’s warm hand grew clammy as he rested it in your palm. “I still don’t know why we’re doing this-” he looked to Steve, “this is a terrible idea”. Obvious fear showed itself in Bucky’s voice, but Steve simply shrugged. He clapped a large hand against his best friend’s back and stared ahead and the old house that sat before the group. “Because someone is adamant that ghosts are real, and Nat and I just wanna see for ourselves”.

“Right- so why are we here?” Bucky tightened his hand around yours, his protective instincts never taking a day off. You couldn’t seem to recall the details of the conversation that landed you, Bucky, Nat, and Steve in front of one of the most haunted houses in the United States, but you regretted ever taking part.

----Two days earlier----

Bucky let loose a loud groan as Nat made her pick for movie night: The Conjuring. “What’s the deal, Barnes? Too scared?” Nat tossed a handful of popcorn into her mouth, relishing in her favorite activity- giving Bucky shit. Their sibling-like relationship always manifested in silly arguments and bouts of rough housing that often ended with Sam and Steve at their wit’s end. “I just prefer slasher flicks over the paranormal ones. That’s all”.

He stole her bowl of popcorn and placed it in his lap, offering some to you before diving in himself. Nat scooched forward in her seat, her expression betraying an even mix of disbelief and annoyance, “Hang on- you’re telling me you’d really rather watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre or some shit over this? This is one of the best horror movies ever made! What do you have against the supernatural?”

Steve had tried to stay out of it, but he couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “Nat, don’t get him started-” he practically begged, but it was too late. Bucky shot Steve a look and Nat made eyes at you, clearly confused. Placing a hand on Bucky’s thigh, you pulled his attention, “Um, do you two maybe wanna clue us in?” Steve let out an exasperated huff and took a long swig of his beer, motioning for Bucky to do the honors.

“Steven here doesn’t believe in ghosts, like an idiot-”

“Oh, I’m the idiot?”

Bucky flew into the same argument he used every time he debated with Steve about the supernatural over the course of their long friendship, “Then where does the energy go? HUH? Energy can’t be created or destroyed, Steve! So we gotta go somewhere when we die!” Steve just rolled his eyes as he always did, taking yet another long swig of his beer,“We go into the ground, Buck! You die, you get buried, you decompose! That’swhere the energy goes-”

“That’s just your body, man. I’m talking about your energy!”

“When did you become such a hippie, Buck?”

Bucky grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at Steve, landing a few pieces in your hair as collateral damage. He gently freed the popcorn from your locks and took your hand in his before whispering a quick apology. With Bucky distracted, Nat snatched her popcorn from his lap, “listen to your friend there, Barnes. Ghosts aren’t real! You know I love you, but you look like the Charlie Day red string meme right now”. Bucky stared at her with a blank expression, his lack of pop culture knowledge making itself obvious. With another laugh and a “never mind”, Nat motioned for the conversation to continue.

“Anyway…” Steve cleared his throat, “What do you think, huh? Nat and I are skeptics and Buck is a believer- what about you?” Three sets of eyes rested on you, everyone curious to see who you’d side with. “I totally believe in ghosts- Why wouldn’t I? I mean, we’ve seen some crazy shit: Norse gods, armies from space, Thanos- believing in ghosts seems like a no brainer after all that”. Bucky slung his metal arm around you with a proud smile, pulling you in close to his body, “See? She gets it”.

But his cheeky smile disappeared just as quickly as it came when Nat presented the group with a challenge. “There’s actually a pretty famous house not far from here. It’s from 1907 and everyone says it’s crazy haunted- there’s even an alleged demon in the basement”. Even with your unenhanced senses, you could’ve sworn you heard the rapid beating of Bucky’s heart. His warm hand suddenly grew clammy, and his breathing hitched in his chest, the mere thought of another encounter with the paranormal sending a chill down his spine.

“Yeah, come on, Buck. Let’s settle our century long debate: Are ghosts real?” Steve’s cocky grin pushed all fear from Bucky’s body, and with a handshake, he agreed. “Fine! Let’s do it. Just don’t come crying to me when you get possessed”.

“I actually know the people who own the house- long story, don’t ask- I’ll call them and ask if the four of us can have a little sleepover party”, Nat let loose a dark laugh, “it’ll be fun”.

----Now----

“Fun” was not the word Bucky used to describe the plan for the evening as the four of you stood outside the famed house, staring at it in the setting sun. “You two are here to balance us out! We’re the skeptics, you’re the believers. It’s gotta be even!” Steve took a long look at the small, seemingly normal house, “This place is nice, actually. I’d live here-” he grabbed his bag from the car and headed up the front walk, “your friends lookin’ to sell, Nat?”

He disappeared inside with Nat hot on his heels, the two of them eager to get inside the house that they believed to be completely free of any ghosts or ghouls. But Bucky could feel the fear creeping up his spine, “I still think we should’ve brought holy water. Wouldn’t have hurt…”

“You don’t have to do this, Buck. We could take the keys and ditch their asses if you want”. Seeing your hulking, super soldier boyfriend so scared was rare. He leaned his body against yours, his massive frame dwarfing you in comparison.

“No, it’s- it’s fine. Can’t let those two get any bragging rights. I’m just gonna spend some time with my best girl”. His hand found yours in search of a reassuring squeeze, and the two of you headed inside for your date with the darkness.

Steve was right. If it weren’t for the possible haunting, the house would’ve made a lovely place to live. Imagining the cozy living room and surprisingly spacious kitchen as your home was easy, especially with Bucky by your side- and he intended to stay there all night. He wanted to accompany you everywhere, partially for his own sanity, but also for your safety. He didn’t want you stepping away to get a glass of water and ending up possessed by the house’s darkest resident.

But Steve had other plans, “Okay! Well, I say we split up and look around so we can get acquainted with the ghouls.” Bucky’s mouth ran dry at the thought of actually exploring the house. He’d found a tiny amount of comfort in the living room, and planned to stay there until sunrise- but knew Steve would tease him if he did. “Um, okay, yeah- let’s explore. Just as long as we’re respectful, you know?” Bucky threw a pointed look at Nat and Steve, hammering his point home, “you don’t wanna ask a spirit to show itself or antagonize them in any way- don’t tell them to touch you or-”

“HEY, GHOSTS! WE’RE HERE!” Steve shouted into the air, “COME SAY HELLOOOO.” A sickly pallor took over Bucky’s expression as he begged Steve to stop, but Nat just had to jump in. “YEAH! AND IF THERE’S ANY DEMONS HERE, SHOW YOURSELVES! LET’S PARTYI DARE YOU TO GRAB ME! PULL MY HAIR! WIGGLE ME AROUND!” Steve collapsed into a fit of laughter, spurring Nat on even further. “COME PULL MY BONES OUTTA MY BODY! RIP MY HEART OUT!”

The room fell silent.

Everyone in the group waited for something- anything- to happen. Steve and Nat both hoped a fire would suddenly roar to life in the fireplace or an unseen force to drag them across the room, but nothing happened. “Okay, well, now that we got ‘em all riled up, let’s get exploring.” Steve turned on his heel and headed for the back bedroom, leaving the three of you behind. But three turned to two when Nat took off in the opposite direction to start her adventure in the kitchen.

Bucky, however, remained rooted in place. A cold sweat trickled down his spine and his pupils remained blown with fear as he stared down at you. “Don’t worry Buck, I’m gonna stay right here”, you squeezed his hand, “this isn’t an episode of Scooby Doo where we let fuckin’ Fred give us orders. He and Daphne can split up all they want, but this Velma is stayin’ by her Shaggy”.

And for the first time since arriving at the house, Bucky smiled. “Holy shit, Steve and Nat really are Fred and Daphne, aren’t they? Only, Steve doesn’t have an ascot and I don’t remember Daphne being so deadly…” The loud laugh that escaped your lips made Bucky smile. And with a gentle tug, you pulled him down the hall.

Bucky remained by your side, his fear rendering him eerily silent. “Hey, come on, this could be fun!” you pulled him into a random room and flipped on the light, “okay- let’s pretend we’re buying the house. What would you change about this room?” Bucky scanned the contents of the small room, eyeing the child-size bed and pink, floral wallpaper.

He thought long and hard about the question, picturing himself buying and remodeling a house with you. Just the thought of doing so brought a smile to his face, and any thought of the supernatural faded away. “Okay, um, I’d obviously get rid of all the kid stuff…maybe this would be your office? That way you don’t have to do your work at the kitchen table”.

He told you about the large, wooden desk he’d get for you and the tall bookshelves he’d line with your favorite novels. He imagined a comfortable armchair for reading and all kinds of art hanging on the walls; he built you the perfect space. “Damn. Now I wanna live here for real”, you leaned against his body, picturing the ideal, cozy room Bucky designed just for you- until a sound made you jump.

A distinct noise filled the room, like someone knocking on the wall. The three loud knocks sent a chill running down Bucky’s spine, until he heard Nat burst into laughter. “Gotcha!” she laughed at the shocked expression that colored your face and Bucky’s. “I was thinking we could order some pizza, I’m fucking hungry. You guys in?” You shared a glance with Bucky, the two of you experiencing the exact same thought- as you often did. “Um, you’re gonna order pizza? Here?” In no time at all, Steve appeared in the doorway, “did someone say pizza?”

With the four of you in the same room, the rest of the house should’ve remained silent- but an eerie scratching sound echoed through the room. “Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny, Nat”, Bucky rolled his eyes at her, but instantly clocked the confusion she wore. “That um, that wasn’t me”, she looked to Steve, “Rogers?” But Steve shook his head. A hush fell over the group as four pairs of ears strained for any other sounds, but nothing came.

“Um. Anyway…” Nat shook the eerie feeling from her mind, “it’s just a house- of course I’m gonna order pizza. I’m hungry”. Nat whipped out her phone and headed for the living room, placing an order for enough pizza to feed the enter 107th. But you and Bucky couldn’t believe how casual Nat was. There’d been such a clear indicator of something in the house, and all Nat could think about was deep dish from Romano’s.

Back in the living room, you laughed and joked with the group as everyone practically inhaled their food, and Bucky almost felt normal- until he heard an eerie sound. A loud ‘creeeeak‘ rattled down the hall and into the living room, pulling everyone’s attention.

Bucky instinctively inched closer to you, either to protect you or find reassurance for himself, as the sound faded out. “Okay, what the fuck was that?” Bucky stared down the dark hallway in the direction of the sound. He was definitely curious about the origin, but not so curious that he’d go searching for it. “Relax, Barnes”, Nat sighed, “this place is over a hundred years old- it’s got a lot of creaks and groans in it. You know, just like you”.

Steve quickly reminded her whose side she was on, and she apologized for the friendly fire with a less than sincere ‘sorryyyyyy’. “OH! I totally forgot, I wanted to give you guys a little history about the house!” She pushed her pizza aside and cleared her throat before diving into the house’s storied past, “Like I said, it was built in 1907 by a German guy, Bernard Schiefer. He lived here with his wife and their daughter, but the daughter died in the house when she was seven. People say she’s still hanging around here…”

“Oh, a little girl ghost?” Steve piped up, his mouth full of pizza, “Those are always the creepiest ones! I wonder if she’ll talk to us”.

“Well, she only speaks German. So unless you remember some Deutsch from your days fighting the Nazis, you’re shit outta luck”. Nat tried to continue to her story, only to be interrupted by Steve. “Hallo, mein name ist Steve Rogers”, he proudly proclaimed, shooting a wink at Nat. Everyone waited for an answer from the little girl’s ghost, but the room remained deathly silent.

Nat turned to Steve with narrowed eyes, “really? You spent all that time in Germany and all you can say is your name-”

“I was introducing myself! Some of us have manners, Natasha. I can say other stuff- just give me a second…” Steve searched his brain for the right thing to say, finally settling on a single word, “Flugzeug”.

“What does that mean…?” Nat eyed Steve, still unimpressed by his less than fluent German.

“Um. It means airplane”.

Nat rolled her eyes and let out a loud huff, slumping in her seat with plenty of dramatic flair, “airplane?! That’s all you can come up with!” She launched packets of parmesan cheese and red pepper flakes at him, forcing him to duck for cover. “Hey! Don’t give me that!” Steve raised his hands in surrender, “I was in Germany eighty years ago-I’m shocked I remembered that much!”

“ANYWAY, Steven. After her daughter died, Mrs. Schiefer refused to leave, and she died in the house six years later”. As Nat regaled the history of the house, Bucky felt his heartrate quickening. It took everything in him not to climb into your lap when Nat revealed that the house had served as a mortuary after Mr. Schiefer sold it in 1927- and he could’ve passed out when she told the group who bought the house in the 80’s.

“So then a cult bought the place when the mortuary closed- this was kinda their headquarters”.

Bucky slumped back into the couch cushions, groaning a dramatic “oh, perfect”. He’d been ready to leave the second the group arrived at the house, and the mention of a cult had him regretting ever stepping foot inside. You leaned your body against his, pressing a few soft kisses to his cheek. His cold, metal hand found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, finding solace in your touch. With you by his side, a newfound confidence surfaced inside him. He opened his mouth to tell Nat that it was time to go, but a sudden sound stopped him.

The loud crash of a large shelf falling from the wall rendered everyone silent. A cold sensation pricked at your skin as you stared at the decorative pieces that lay strewn across the ground as a result of the fall. No one was anywhere near that shelf, and even Steve struggled to come up with a logical explanation. You stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to reason his way out of the seemingly unexplainable phenomenon.

“Um, I know what you’re thinking, but this place is over a hundred years old!” Nat interjected, “I’m sure the walls are full of dry rot. And there has to be termite damage. It’s not a ghost!”. With another bite of pizza, she resumed her story as though nothing had happened.

“The cult was…dark. They definitely sacrificed animals down there… the inspector found a lot of weird stuff. And there’s some strange shit painted on the floor- like, symbols and stuff. And no one can cover it up or remove it- no matter how hard they try. Apparently, that’s how the demon ended up down there- all those sacrifices and rituals attracted some dark force that will never leave…” The room fell silent for a split second until Nat let out a loud laugh, “ya know, if that shit were real”.

As the weight of Nat’s story settled in, a feeling of uneasiness crept through the room. Even Steve felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of ritual sacrifice happening just one floor below his feet. But Nat remained unphased.

“So then my friends bought the place when the bank foreclosed on the cult! They didn’t know about all the weird stuff and just wanted to do some renovations to restore it to its former glory- but apparently that didn’t go so well”.

“What, um…what do you mean by that?” You knew you had to be strong for Bucky, but hiding the shakiness of your voice seemed impossible. “Apparently, ghosts don’t like when you fuck with their environment…” Nat smirked, “doors slammed, cold hands grabbed at peoples’ wrists, and the contractor swore he heard voices coming from the basement…”

Steve opened his mouth to make what would’ve been a smart-ass comment, but he changed his mind when the basement door suddenly flew open. “And what’s your explanation for that, huh?” Bucky pulled you closer to his side, “let me guess, the air conditioning blew it open?” Nat stared at the now-open basement door with wide eyes, her gaze drifting down the darkened stairs. “There’s um…” she finally said, “there isn’t any air conditioning…”

Without warning, Bucky sprang from his seat on the couch, “That’s it! We are not sleeping here tonight”. He hurriedly grabbed his bag and yours, slinging them over his shoulders and searching for the car keys. “We’re taking our shit and going home-” he held out a hand and beckoned for you to join him, but Nat didn’t give you the chance. “Wait, you can’t leave! We said we were gonna have a sleepover-”

“Sleepover cancelled! Make fun of me all you want. But I’m not staying here tonight. I’m taking my girlfriend home where she won’t get possessed by demons-”

“Come on, Buck”, Steve made it to his feet and crossed the room, clapping a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “at least stay till 3am…that’s the witching hour!” Bucky shook his head emphatically, rejecting Steve’s attempt at negotiation. “Well I’m happy that the witches get their own hour, but it is 9pm and I am not staying here six more hours”.

“Five hours?” Steve begged.

“No.”

“Four hours?”

“No!”

The room fell silent as Steve and Bucky remained locked in a standoff. Then suddenly,

“Three hours?” Nat chimed in.

“Oh my god- NO!” Bucky pinched at the bridge of his nose, overwhelmed by the ridiculous antics of his friends. “Did the two of you not see that shelf fall off the wall? Or the basement door fucking fly open? You know, the basement that contains a DEMON?!” Steve shot a look at Nat, his calm and collected façade crumbling ever so slightly- but Nat remained cool. “I mean, those are pretty small things. The house is old! I’m sure the frame of that door is super warped and that’s why it opened. No big deal. No reason to ruin our sleepover!”

She put a hand on the bags slung over Bucky’s shoulder, giving them a slight tug. “Come on, I don’t what you guys to leave. It won’t be as fun if you go- it’ll just be me and Rogers sitting around in a house without wifi-”

“Hey! Rude!” Steve called from across the room as he finished off his ninth piece of pizza, “I’m fun!” Nat rolled her eyes and directed her attention back to you and Bucky, her eyes pleading for you to stay. Bucky looked to you with guilty eyes, not sure what to do. He wanted to keep you away from all the ghosts and ghouls, but Nat seemed really disappointed that you were leaving. You gave him a little nod, assuring him it was okay to stay a bit longer. “Okay, fine. We’ll stay till midnight and then I’m taking my girl and we’re leaving. Deal?”

Nat gave Bucky a firm handshake and launched herself at you, enveloping you in a hug. You sometimes forgot what a softie she really was under her rough and tumble exterior, but moments like this always served as a reminder. “Alright, well if we only have a few hours, we better get to the fun stuff!” Nat shot across the room and dug through her bag, her hands finally emerging with a ouija board in hand. “Let’s talk to the spooks!”

She set the board and planchette on the coffee table before fishing a few candles and a box of matches from her duffel, “if we don’t have a séance, what’s the point of us even being here?” But Bucky refused. He was not about to invite any dark energy into his life, and asked you not to partake either- but you didn’t need much convincing. Nat practically begged Steve to join her in using the board, but as he wiped the pizza grease off his hands and outstretched them toward the planchette, he felt a chill prickle at his skin.

The planchette began moving on its own, unseen hands directing it in a few lazy circles. “Holy shit-” Nat leaned forward, watching the eerie phenomenon with wide eyes. But the speed picked up suddenly and directed the planchette in a wild figure eight pattern, forcing everyone to freeze with fear.

“We- we need to get the fuck out of here. Now”, Bucky grabbed your hand and led you outside, dropping the bags at your feet. He made you promise to stay outside before heading back in to grab Steve and pull Nat away from the Ouija board. And as you stood outside in the dark, waiting for Bucky to return, you couldn’t help but notice how eerie the house looked. It had appeared so cozy and inviting only a few hours ago, but the sharp shadows cast by the silver light of the moon made you uneasy. A heavy sigh of relief left your chest as Bucky, Nat, and Steve burst through the front door and joined you on the front lawn.

“You better have left that fucking Ouija board behind” you shot a pointed look at Nat, “we don’t need that shit following us back to the compound”. She gave you a small nod, her eyes still wide with disbelief. Steve and Bucky loaded the car hastily, eager to get away from the darkness that dwelled within the house. Bucky slid into the driver’s seat and threw a look your way- a look you knew to mean “we were right”. But he wasn’t about to rub the victory in Steve and Nat’s faces when Nat’s hands still shook with fear.

The drive home was quiet. The four of you reflected on the mind-blowing event you’d just witnessed, and Steve’s preconceived notions about the paranormal crumbled all around him. “Well, I guess we’ll never know if ghosts are real or not…” Nat suddenly said, “maybe we could go to another haunted house next weekend! I know there’s one upstate, and-”

“What do you mean?!” Bucky shouted, “we WATCHED planchette move ALL BY ITSELF! How is that not enough proof?” Nat just laughed and rolled her eyes as she pulled up the location of a different haunted house,“Ugh. Believers always swear that everything’s a ghost. Am I right?” She nudged Steve for some back up, but he remained silent.

“I mean, come on, Buck. Haven’t you ever heard of magnetic fields? Or uneven foundations? There’s plenty of logical ways to explain the planchette doing that-”

Bucky stared at you with disbelief, shaking his head in utter shock. “Okay, Nat. That’s fine,” you offered, “you don’t have to join Team Ghost…yet. We’ll hit another house next weekend and see how you feel then. Gotta get you a replacement Ouija board”. Nat’s confident smile wavered ever so slightly, signaling to you that she was closer to joining Team Ghost than you thought.

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