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pascaloverx · 4 months

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As It Was (S2)

Chapter Twelve

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Summary: You have a bold idea that obviously leads you and Bucky into an argument. Who doesn't like a wedding?

Author's note: Dear readers, I will be writing this fanfic again. This second season will have shorter chapters and it will probably take me a little longer to update the fanfic but I hope you like it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.

"That's the craziest invention you've ever had, Melisa. Did your ex-husband agree to this whole strategy?" Sam asks after you tell him your plan to capture Steve and Killian.

"What makes you believe I told him before I told the four of you?" I speak confidently that they will see things as I do.

"To recap, do you want to be bait in a fake wedding; making two dangerous men come after you?" Yelena seems to have understood the premise of my genius plan.

"Yes, this marriage will make them want to burn the archives. Despite my father's evidence, the fact that they tried to kill me makes everything worse." The reality is that I can't run away forever. Not knowing when something might happen to you or someone you love.

"What if they don't show up? Are you going to marry Barnes again?" Sam says it like it's the most unlikely thing in the world, considering I was married to Barnes once.

"Whatever, it's better to take a risk and not work out, than to do nothing and live in fear." I say, determined to make this weak team help me capture the man who killed my father and the man who almost killed me.

"I agree with Melisa, living in fear doesn't do any good. Not to mention that her marrying Bucky isn't the end of times. We'll be there to protect the engaged couple after all." Wanda speaks, trying to seek support in her wife's eyes, but Yelena seems unsatisfied.

"This could go very wrong, you could die, we could die too because Barnes won't accept this and we will have to do it without his cooperation. So if everything goes wrong he will take it out on us." Sam's right, Barnes will probably be pissed at them and if I survive at most I'll get two weeks without sex as punishment.

"But if we don't do anything to help Melisa, these two cowards will haunt her life. My friend spent months in a hospital bed and wants her peace back. I think we should give her that." Dave he says with authority, trying to show himself as a supporter of this plan. I hug him gently.

"Give what, to whom?" James Barnes came out of his eternal bath wearing a robe. Look, I didn't tell him about the plan but I know he's going to hate it.

"His ex-wife had an unusual idea to solve a problem. We're trying to figure out if it's worth trying." Yelena responds to Barnes, who looks confused.

"Funny, my ex-wife hasn't said anything to me in the days we've been together. At least nothing about this plan." You know that weird feeling like you're going to get fucked? I'm feeling it now.

"That's because she didn't feel you were ready to accept that plan." I say quietly as if I wished I didn't have to say anything.

"On a scale of one to ten, how much does Melisa put herself in danger in her plan?" He asks, clearly speaking to the rest of the group.

"Nine." Exactly everyone says it together, as if they were synchronized. Barnes looked at me as if to say, now you know why I don't like his plan.

"Baby, there's no way I'm going to agree to this plan. You at least suggested being bait to catch the two mother fuckers that almost killed you and I." It's funny how he says this minutes before grabbing me by the waist and kissing me on the cheek.

"I'm not going to give up on the plan, Barnes. I love you and I respect you. I would like you to respect my plan and follow it. But if you don't, I'll go through with it without you." I said looking into the eyes my ex. I know he wants the best for me but I can't live in this way forever.

"Do you want to end up like your father?" He responds sharply and I move away from him. I think we went back to the beginning of our relationship again. He wants to have the last word and I want to do what's best for me.

"Better to end up like him, than to live a life of fear and cowardice. If you don't understand me, that's your problem. But if you love me that much, you should support me and protect me. It was exactly for this reaction that I didn't tell you the plan." I say this hoping he will say something, say he will accept the plan or that I can't count on him. But I get silence. In fact, he left the house that was once ours and left without saying a word.

"I changed my mind, I'll support you in this. If you need a new fiancé, I'm available. Now I'm going to go and see where your husband went." Sam says kissing my cheek and going after Barnes.

"I still think this plan is crazy but if you're willing to fight Barnes over this, it must be important to you. Count on me, for any plan you have." Yelena says giving me a look of support. I am grateful for her decision to help me.

"These idiots and I are going to help you. Either way we're going to get Steve and Killian. One way or another." Wanda says hugging me and then saying goodbye. Just me and Daven left.

"Wine and ice cream?" Dave says, throwing himself on the couch and turning on my TV. You nod your head, hoping that some movie will take your argument with Barnes out of your mind. To think he was so angry that he came out in a bathrobe. It's even funny.

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The Time of the Prey (5)

Summary: The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made.

Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

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Warning: angst, kidnapping, being tied up, reference to rape (very little though), yelling, swearing

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When your consciousness came back to you it was far too late, the carriage was jostling around and hitting many stones. As a royal you knew this meant you were entering a kingdom with their own gravel grounds that caused the horse to move a little more skittishly. You were far away from a main road; your stomach began to turn.

One man’s foot was pressed to your back, you laid on your stomach with your corset undone but nothing exposed, you had no idea if anyone had gone too far. You didn’t want them to know you were awake because you wanted to go as uninjured as possible.

Growing up you had heard many stories about knights in shining armor saving their princesses and marrying them, Princes will save their wives and brothers will save their sisters to bring back to their father. Every story you were taught to sit and wait for someone, a man, to come find you. It may be because you are a little too hard headed, or maybe because you wanted to prove your late father wrong.

But you were going to get out of there yourself, even if it meant losing an arm or your life in the process.

When the carriage stopped you moved your head to the side, looking up at the man who had his foot on your back. He smirked at you and moved to get out of the cart, dragging you by your foot out as well. Your head smashed into the ground and caused a moment of spinning, stars appeared in your vision as another man hauled you over his shoulder.

It seemed no one was around as they walked with you towards descending stairs, not many castles had dungeons these days, torutre and hostages weren’t common. But there was a war beginning now and everyone retreated back to their primary mind, needing to take what they could and keep it for as long as possible.

When the man went down the stairs he held you over his shoulder, smashing his feet onto the ground so your ribs dug into the bone every step. It was a long staircase, never ending pain in your stomach, you let out a few groans but didn’t want any more attention to yourself, you couldn’t seem weak.

“Here you go, Princess,” the man who was carrying you threw you onto the ground, causing you to groan in pain. The men were quick to tie you up against a few makeshift poles, the rope burned against your skin. “I’m surprised you haven’t said anything.”

“The last time I attempted to speak you threatened to slit my throat,” you spoke to one out of three men, “so forgive me for being too quiet.”

All of them laughed, “I like her,” said one with a bright orange beard.

“Leave us,” a man with black hair that fell to his waist waved off his accomplices, staring you down in the process. He had many scars on his face, one of them caused his eyelid to be permanently pulled back.

“You’re the ringleader, huh?” you asked.

“You bet your ass I am,” he smirked and kneeled down to your level, “you’re the Princess, huh?”

“I mean, not the important one,” you smiled at him, “I’m dead meat in most people's eyes, something they’d completely look past. My sister on the other hand…” you tried off and looked over to the side.

“Your sister is a good prize but one that is almost impossible to earn,” the man’s voice was gravely and harsh, “taking her would have caused Sheildshire and South Lands to already be knocking down your drawbridge, and we needed a little more time so we chose you.”

“I’m just curious because it seems like we’re being open here,” you saw the way he flashed a genuine grin, “why not my mother?”

He scoffed and looked back to the door, “we’re spies,” he stood and kicked some dirt into your face, “we’re not monsters,” his feet took him to the door, “you’ll learn tomorrow how much we already know.”

The door closed and you were left in the darkness, the air was still and it smelled of death. From the number of times you had been thrown around you couldn’t tell what that blurry image of white was in the corner, you hoped it wasn’t a skull.

It was late in the afternoon, you could tell from the sun’s position and the moon already visible in the sky. There was a window with bars running vertically, you could see a small part of the sky but it was enough to know the time of day.

A chill continuously ran up and down your back, you shook your entire body to try and stay warm but there was no use. There were dying embers in a fire pit, the smallest glow came from the centre, the heat was not not strong enough to get to you.

The restraints were ropes tied tightly around your wrists and ankles, you were on your knees and got some relief when you rested back on your calves. The ropes were attached to hooks that were attached to wooden pillars, holding you taught. Your arms were slightly behind you and stretched out wide, causing stress to your elbow and shoulders, sitting back on your calves did only little to soothe the pain of ripping muscles. The ropes around your ankles were tied in such a way that made your ankles cross, causing pins and needles to flow up your right foot.

“Ugh,” you pulled your right arm but only caused the pain to shoot further in your body, you looked over your shoulder to see what the contraption did when you pulled on it, seeing the way the wooden beam slightly moved. You did it again and the rope on the hook moved as well.

After a few more pulls your limbs were screaming at you so you stopped, looking out the window and seeing the faint moon in the daylight. Maybe James was looking at it as well, you closed your eyes and saw him in front of you, smiling like he did when he came to see you paint.

Your stomach twisted and your heart felt like it was going to explode at the thought that you might die with him thinking you were still cross with him. The painting was the best thing you had ever done but there’s no point in what you’ve done if you’re not there to make more of it.

James was probably on his way now, trying to rescue you. That was sweet, and maybe someone else would want a knight in shining armour to help out.

But you were about to break out of here alone.

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James waited patiently outside the queen-to-be’s door, anxiously gripping the hilt of his dagger with one hand and his sword’s hilt with the other. Though he wore full silver armour now he had yet to put on his black gloves, they got way too hot and made his hands sweat. Through the door he could hear the wallows of Princess Natasha, Lady Melina, and Prince Steve was also in there as well, trying their best to calm her down but nothing worked.

“Sorry to intrude…” James waited for a moment, thinking a small moment of silence was the best time to knock, “may I enter?”

“You may,” Lady Melina spoke clearly.

James opened the door to see Princess Natasha sitting on the edge of her bed, still in her dressing gown as she cried heavily into Prince Steve’s chest, covering most of her face with her hands.

“As you may know,” James cleared his throat, “the war has begun, we are leaving before nightfall,” his eyes looked at Lady Melina’s, “I take full blame and responsibility for what happened to your daughter.”

Lady Melina stood and flattened out her dark dress, “she told me that she fancied you,” a smile crept onto both of their faces, though both eyes stayed sad, “she told me other things as well…”

“When I see her I’ll tell her I failed her,” James gulped, waiting to see her reaction.

“Son,” Lady Melina reached out and cupped James’ cheek, “this is our life as women, I was a hostage before marrying their father,” she shook her head, “you didn’t fail anyone.”

“But he did,” a voice came from James’ left, Natasha stood up with tears streaking down her face, “you were supposed to protect her, take care of her, make sure she wasn’t taken!” she screamed, Prince Steve quickly grabbed the Princess’ arms at her elbows, holding her back.

“Natash-”

“She might die if you don’t get her, I don’t understand why you haven’t left now!” she jolted forward and broke out of the Prince’s grasp, “too busy with your preparations and yet you’re still behind-”

“Natasha-”

“I swear to the Gods the moment she comes back I’ll send her to find a real husband, a real man who will actually make sure she stays safe for the rest of her life,” her finger poked hard on James' armour. He couldn’t feel a thing. “You failed her, and you will always fail her.”

James placed both hands out in surrender, “you must understand-”

“I understand perfectly!” she screamed, “you are the one who has failed to comprehend the danger you’ve put her in,” more tears gathered into her eyes, the rage and anger not completely taking over the sadness.

“No,” James said slowly, “you must understand that your sister has been nothing but the second choice her entire life, you must understand that if I don’t get her back she will never know she will always be my first choice,” he paused and looked at Lady Melina, “I have failed her, yes. But you must know in my mind and heart she was always my first choice but it was executed terribly wrong.” then James looked at Natasha, “and I know you hate me, you might always hate me and I understand but never think-” tears welled in his eyes, “never think for a second I would leave her alone in a dungeon, I will go get her, and I will make sure she is safe.”

“You will never see her,” Natasha spat, “if I learn that you’ve even looked at her I will have your head,” her tone was venomous and quiet.

“NATASHA!” Lady Melina threw her daughter to the ground, “who do you think you are?”

James took a step back, “it seems I should go…”

“You should,” Natasha stood right in front of James, “I hope you have learned duty is the death of love.”

James bowed in front of Natasha, “and you will soon learn love is the death of duty.”

Before James could fully leave her room Lady Melina looked at James one more time, “go get my daughter, please.” her hand reached out and grabbed his, squeezing it tightly.

“I will.” James nodded and left the room quickly, holding back his own tears as he walked to where most men were gathered.

Men passed James in a blurr, James would nod and simply keep walking. He was not the highest regarded Knight in the kingdom but he was still one to be feared, everyone knew him because of how close he was to the Prince.

“Ser,” a man had passed him, stopped, then called out his name, “may I ask where you’re going?” James didn’t respond, looking at him confused, “I do not mean to intrude if you have other duties but…the horses are nearly ready, I’d say you’re close to being left behind.”

James nodded and looked over his shoulder, “I left my bag in my chamber, I will be there soon enough,” James forced a smile as the younger Knight quickly walked away.

The moment he closed his door he pushed his back against it with force, a hand coming to his mouth to cover the sobs he wanted to let out. He hoped and prayed no one was standing outside of his door, waiting to knock and come in because James knew you can hear almost everything through the cracks in the wood.

His breaths were short, his hand moving to his neck where the lump resided. In his mind you were there, standing before him with a sad look on your face. The one, of many, things he loved about you was your empathy, you could feel and internalize the feelings coming from another person and in this moment he missed the feeling.

In his mind you stood in your favourite dress, bare feet, a sad smile. Your hands were reaching out slowly, making sure he knew you were about to touch him. As he wiped away his own tears he imagined you doing for him, “it’s okay,” he whispered to himself, changing his own voice in his head to match yours, “you’re okay.”

When his breathing came back James rolled his shoulders back, standing tall and keeping his chin up. His mind was shutting off, rage and anger were guiding him to his horse. His armour and metal clinked together as his feet pounded against the floor, he pulled on his gloves with a few quick tugs.

His eyes were dead straight, not looking away for anything or anyone asking him questions. James found his caramel coloured horse, Ryder, and jumped on without hesitation.

“Ser,” a squire came beside him, “we don’t have your bag-”

“Doesn’t matter,” James grumbled with his eyes forward, “they’ll all be dead by sunrise.” the squire backed away and James whipped his reigns, “Men,” he called, “onward!”

The castle slowly disappeared behind James’ shoulder, his eyes were set forward and his mind had one single thought.

Bring her home.

If not for him, then for Lady Melina.

He knew he didn’t deserve you, not after what he had done. He had kept you locked up in your room, lonely in a kingdom that was not yours. Not to mention James ruining your painting, he could have easily gone to get it himself, but he didn’t want to miss the meeting. He had let the war take over when in reality all he wanted to think about was you, he didn’t remember the last time he spent real time with you; and now he’d have to pay.

Lady Natasha had real power, though she wasn’t from his kingdom she could still make changes as if she owned it. She had all the power to banish James and make him never see you again, she could send her sister away to anywhere her heart desires, making her far away from James.

The entire group was in a steady pace, James rode alone on the dirt path while everyone else doubled up. His eyes never budged whenever someone would call his name, he was near the front because of his status but there were men in front of him to answer the questions. James growled at a few men who decided to pull their horses up beside him, after an hour it was known that James wanted nothing to do with these men; just you.

James wanted to be there by nightfall but that was next to impossible, though he thought he could make it there if his horse was full sprint the entire time but he knew that wasn’t fair to the horse so he stuck with the trotting group. The deeper into the forest the harder it was to tell the time. There were sections where the high trees completely covered the sky, leaving a very dark path in front of them. Men much smarter than James would know when to stop, they would be able to tell the time with the smallest crack of sun shining through the leaves.

On the forefront of his mind was you.

Your smile and your laugh, the way you hugged him. James could almost feel your head against his chest, the way you nuzzled into him after a few seconds, almost letting him know your guard was down and he could also relax like you. As much as he wanted to save you and bring you home he knew the inevitable was waiting for him, he could run away with you but that would look like the same situation you were in now: a man taking you away. But James wasn’t just a man to you, he could tell from the way you looked at him you fancied him, the only way he knew was because you looked at him the same way he looked at you.

“We’re stopping here!” a man called from the front of the line, “no tents, we’re up early tomorrow, find a tree or a stump and make sure your horse doesn’t run away,” everyone shouted back a verbal confirmation.

James slightly pulled off to the side, not getting in anyone's way. “Here we go Ryder,” James groaned as he dismounted off the horse, “let me get you some food,” he always had a habit of talking to Ryder, he’d grown up with the war horse.

“Can I get three apples?” James asked the man with all the food.

“Three?” he sighed, “you don’t need three.”

“For my horse,” James crossed his arm, “two are for my horse.”

“Two and a half is all you’re getting, Ser,” the man split one apple down the middle and passed them to James. Other men grabbed their food and headed back to their spot, James found Ryder again and fed him the apples, leaving the half to himself.

His back slid against the tree, using his pocket knife to cut up slices for himself while he tried to make himself comfortable. Through the tall trees there was a pocket of sky, it was deep in the night. A chill ran down his spine, causing him to snag the blanket off the pack on his horse. His eyes made their way to the sky again, finding one star visible in the small crack.

It twinkled and winked at him, the way your eyes do. A smile graced his lips as winked back, it was almost like looking into one of your eyes.

almost.

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Chapter 50: Revenge

Warnings: strong language, death

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

We'll sit

And talk the stars down from the sky

And I'll not forget the chaos in your eyes love

Alice was not sure about how to feel about the events that were coming – fighting a giant purple alien and his army. It was going to be a bloody battle and she was afraid that some of her friends would not make it. She tried to shake these thoughts off her mind as she geared up to go to battle – a tight black suit made of some very strong material (not vibranium, but close enough) with a tiny blue line across her chest and two down each leg. On the belt on her hips there were guns and her signature black knives. She put on the holster Shuri had made for her on her back, attaching a machine gun previously. Lastly, the boots – black combat boots that were just a few inches below her knees with blue shoelaces.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. “Hey, you ready?”, she heard Bucky’s voice from the other side.

“Yeah, just a minute!” Alice yelled as she looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the beautiful work Shuri and her team had made with her new suit. Taking one last look, she sighed and put two more knives inside her boots.

Bucky was patiently waiting outside for her. Once she opened the door, he took a good look at her, admiring her beauty and falling in love with her even harder.

“You look…” he stuttered, “pretty. You look very pretty.”

“Thanks, Buck.” She gave him a warm smile, followed by a slight pat on his left shoulder. “Are they already here?” Alice asked, referring to Steve, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Rhodey. She couldn’t wait to hug her best friends again.

“Yeah, they’re right at the entrance. T’Challa and the Dora Milaje are welcoming them.” Bucky answered her, “We should go.”

The couple made their way down. Alice didn’t know what came over her, but when they were right at the main entrance, she grabbed Bucky’s hand and intertwined their fingers together. He looked at her with a surprised look on his face at first, but then smiled to himself. It felt nice holding her hand, it gave him strength.

“… the Border Tribe,” they started hearing T’Challa’s voice, “the Dora Milaje, and…” The king then pointed to Alice and Bucky, who were walking towards them.

“Are they holding hands?” Natasha whispered to Steve, who couldn’t help but smile. He missed his best friends.

“A semi-stable 100-year-old man” Bucky completed T’Challa’s sentence, as he gently let go of Alice’s hand and opened his arms to hug Steve.

“And an ex-psychopath murderer” Alice added and then ran towards Natasha, giving her a tight hug. “I missed you so much, Nat.”

“I missed you too, Alice” Natasha replied as she buried her head in the crook of her friend’s neck.

“How you been Buck?” Steve questioned, “Alice?”

Bucky was still smiling at Steve, “Uh, not bad, for the end of the world.” He then turned to Alice, with the same smile still plastered on his face.

“Yeah, we’ve noticed!” Rhodey spoke up from behind and the crew laughed.

After all the hugs and kisses, the Avengers went inside the palace. After Shuri explained what she had to do in order to save Vision, Alice heard Natasha and Bruce in the back of the group, whispering about something she could not understand.

“We have to tell her!” Natasha scream-whispered at the scientist, “She needs to know this, Bruce. If not, she will never forgive us for not telling her.”

“She will have a meltdown right before we go into battle with a super army of aliens!” Bruce protested.

Alice snook behind them, “What is going on? I can hear you two from the other side of the room.”

“We have something to tell you, Alice” Natasha announced. Everyone got quiet, which made Alice uncomfortable. What the hell was Nat talking about? “Maybe we should go somewhere private.”

“No, here is okay” Alice spoke softly, afraid of what was coming. “What’s wrong, Nat? Are you okay?”

“Just tell her, Natasha.” Steve said in a firm tone, which made Alice even more worried. “We don’t have much time.”

The Russian spy took a step closer to her friend and put her hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing it. “When Thanos attacked the Asgardians, Loki was there too…”

“Yeah, I know” Alice chuckled, “He was not really dead, that idiot. He faked his death when we were fighting Malekith. I already knew that, Nat.”

“It’s not just that…” Bruce whispered, and Alice turned her attention to him. He looked down, trying to hide his sad expression.

“Okay, then what is it?” Alice asked impatiently as she tapped her left foot on the floor. She felt Bucky coming behind her. He already knew what Natasha was trying to tell Alice. Steve had told him fifteen minutes before, so he needed to get ready in case Alice did something once she heard about it. “Natasha, just spit it out. I can handle it.”

“Loki tried to kill Thanos, but he wasn’t successful…” Natasha took her hand off Alice’s shoulder and took something out of her holster but kept hit hidden behind her back. “And… Thanos killed Loki. Loki is dead.” She then showed her what she was hiding behind her back – it was one of Loki’s favourite knives.

“And it’s for real this time, Alice…” Bruce added in a small voice.

Alice just stood there, staring at Natasha and Bruce, not knowing what to or what to say. Loki couldn’t be dead, he couldn’t. They were supposed to be together.

“Alice?” Bucky called her, but no response.

“She’s not alright…” Wanda whispered in Steve’s ear.

“Alice?” Bucky called again. He went in front of her, trying to get a hold of her. “Alice?” No success. She was just staring, no reaction or whatsoever. Bucky cupped her face with his hands and brought her closer to him, “Alice? Please, answer me. Please.”

Inside of Alice’s mind, she was still trying to piece everything together. Loki couldn’t be dead, he was a trickster and he had faked his death before. He could have done it again, right? But then, she remembered the throbbing pain on her heart she had felt the previous day. She felt Loki dying, she felt him as Thanos squeezed the life out of him. That was when it all hit her. She fell down on her knees with a piercing scream.

“NO!” She yelled as her knees hit the cold floor and tears started running down her face. “NO!”

Bucky immediately went to her aid, trying to pick her up but it was all in vain. Alice was much stronger than him and she didn’t want to get up. As he went to embrace her, she extended both of her arms, making him stop in his tracks. After that, she closed her fists and punched the floors, making a huge noise. A crack went from the windows to the walls. Everyone looked at her, not knowing what to do or say, not even Steve or Natasha knew what to do. Last time they saw Alice crying similarly, she almost broke Sokovia in half, but this time it was worse. Everyone could see that Alice’s heart was broken as she kept sobbing with her hands covering her face.

Steve tried to approach her, but Bucky raised his hand to stop him. The soldiers nodded at each other. Captain America told everyone to leave the room so Alice and Bucky could have some space.

“Alice?” Bucky called her once everyone was out. Thanos was coming and they needed to hurry. “Alice, please, look at me.” She was still in the same position as she was before. Not knowing what to do, Bucky gently took her hands off her face. Her cheeks were wet, and her eyes were bloodshot from all the crying. Slowly, he raised his arms up and put them around her, pulling her in to his chest. At first, she resisted the embrace and kept crying on Bucky’s shoulder with her hands on top of her knees. But after only a couple of minutes, she put her arms around Bucky and hugged him. They stayed like that until Steve came through the door, signalling to Bucky that they had to leave.

“Alice, are you up for this?” He questioned as he ran his hand through her hair. “You can stay here with Shuri, Vision and Wanda if you want to. You don’t need to fight.”

Pulling herself together, Alice took her head off Bucky’s shoulder and then wiped the tears on her face. “No, I need to do this. For him. For Loki.”

Bucky slowly nodded and then helped her get up from the floor. Alice gave him one last hug before they went down to the battlefield.

There was only one thing in Alice’s mind: revenge.

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You’re Mine, Sunshine (masterlist) ♡

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au)

♡ Series Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Series Warnings: mentions of amputation, dark themes, violence, death/death threats, talk of parent death, fluff, angst, stalking, daddy issues, anxiety attacks/panic attacks, abuse, depression, depressive episodes, PTSD, dry humping, hints to smut, (warnings to be added as new chapters are released)

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine ☀️

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Last Updated: 9/8/23

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

⇨ Chapter One

↳ After Pierce interviews Bucky for the job, he warns him of you. Bucky is starting to rethink his decision, but when he meets you... you're not what he expected.

⇨ Chapter Two

↳ Bucky takes you home, and later finds you in the library. You both get to know each other a little better, but Bucky is hesitant.

⇨ Chapter Three

↳ Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, he’s hesitant to cross the line when you need him.

⇨ Chapter Four

↳ You don’t know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky can’t continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.

⇨ Chapter Five

↳ Getting to know each other better doesn’t go according to plan. Bucky has to comfort you and fix the mess he made. Will you forgive him?

⇨ Chapter Six

↳ Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Seven

↳ Bucky finds you making a mess in the kitchen, attempting to bake and offers his help. The two of you get to talking and some reveals about each other begin to come out. Will he finally tell you about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Eight

↳ After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.

⇨ Chapter Nine

↳ After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.

⇨ Chapter Ten

↳ Someone comes knocking at your door in the morning. Bucky answers and is surprised with who he finds. Are they going to help them or hurt them?

⇨ Chapter Eleven

↳ The tension can't be ignored anymore between you and Bucky. Steve shows up and he's not alone.

⇨ Chapter Twelve

↳ Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.

⇨ Chapter Thirteen

↳ Your dreams consist of random memories of your parents, but are they really random? Despite the past days of hell—you still find it difficult to resist Bucky. You two spend a heated morning together, devouring each other while you still have these moments.

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crowley-anthony · 5 months

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#lokius + other idiots i ship

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vader-anakin · 8 months

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Bucky Barnes

THE WHOLE WORLD IS WATCHING | The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

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alliesway · 6 months

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THEY HAVE DONE IT ONCE AGAIN.

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buckrecs · 11 months

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Sex Pollen

masterlist | req masterlist

Play Pretend by @wkemeup

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help.

In The Dust by @metalbuckaroo

at a shack after a mission, Bucky realizes the ‘dust’ that he thought wouldn’t be effective anymore needs to be brought up. You insist partners are suppose to communicate with each other.

addicted to you by @bonky-n-steeb

you find Bucky to be irresistible after you both get affected by sex pollen.

Left Gasping For Air by @bucksfucks

doused with sex pollen, you & bucky are met with a difficult decision.

Take You There by @heli0s-writes

Sam plays a game called Fuck or Die. It's like he willed it into existence as you and Bucky explore the basement of an old Hydra lair.

Chemical Reactions by @slut4buckysarm

bucky barnes joining in on your solo mission was the worst part of the night. that was until the both of you got dosed with sex pollen.

Daisies by @rebeccccccaaa

Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen.

burning desire by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

after being sprayed with sex pollen on a mission gone wrong, bucky is the only man who can help you. the issue? you hate his guts.

A Piece of His Heart by @thefanbasewhore

Bucky has been struggling with himself for a few months now but never reaches out for help. In order to confront him, you lock him in the lab but only to find out it was on lockdown for a reason and you're now stuck to quarantine with him

only the two of us by @barnesafterglow

stuck together, you and bucky find yourselves in an unfortunate position (or maybe not)

Mean It by @gogolucky13

You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he's your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated.

Comply by @gogolucky13

With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.

your hands have made some good mistakes : part 21 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

The team comes home for a pre-Thanksgiving gathering. Everything is going swimmingly, until Thor breaks out the Asgardian whiskey.

Little Bit of Pollen by @simsadventures

You and Bucky are both Avengers, but that doesn’t mean you have to like each other. What happens when you two are the only one present when you breathe in a sex pollen?

Dosed by @moonstruckbucky

Sex pollen? Sex pollen.

keep your eyes on the road (aka an unexpected sex pollen adventure) by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Honestly, this is what Bucky gets for not listening to you.

for your own good by @witchywithwhiskey

bucky barnes is gifted a strange-looking plant but when you, his closest friend in avengers tower after steve rogers, touches the leaves, it lets out a strange cloud of pollen. both you and bucky soon feel the effects of the plant's pollen and, though bucky's worried about hurting you, you know he never would—and you need his help. desperately.

Petals by @biteofcherry

Bucky and reader is stuck in a cabin in the woods.

Desperate by @buckets-and-trees

Enemies? Rivals? It's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the Winter Soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered.

Thrill me, Fulfill me by @samodivaa

You agreed to help for one mission—now you are both lustful and carnal, affected by sex pollen—you are flint, he is tinder.

Imagine by @buckyalpine

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

「 ✦ bucky barnes ✦ 」

╰┈➤18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all bucky barnes stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

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𓇼 video games by @twoghostsfromeden

𓆉Sam Wilson attempts to teach Bucky how to play video games, but you have a different idea

𓇼 just like dad by @ladyfallonavenger

𓆉 The Reader loses Bucky in the snap and life presents a whole new challenge.

𓇼 coming in hot by @nexusnyx (ao3 link)

𓆉When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be.

Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem. A hot, polite, gentle, and silent-type of problem.

Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes.

𓇼wallpaper by @cosmicbucky

𓆉 bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to.

𓇼 consequences by @duuhrayliegh

𓇼@ellemj

𓆉 letters to santa pt2

𓆉 need and wants

𓆉 against the rules

🫧 Bucky's trying to fuck you senseless so you'll have to sleep over. Isn't that how a friends with benefits situation is supposed to work?

𓆉 i hate you

🫧 y/n has these weird mind powers where she can feel others feelings or make others feel hers...she accidentally during a very heated fun time projects everything she is feeling to Bucky, basically doubling his pleasure

𓇼 trust by @kgficz

𓆉Set during the end of ‘Captain America: The Winter Soldier’. You had been forced to work as a nurse for Hydra’s soldiers, you never expected The Winter Soldier to be one of them. What happens when he starts to care about you?

𓇼 glitter and goo by @welldonebeca

𓆉 When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up

𓇼 accidental pic by @mostlymarvelsstuff

𓆉Reader recives Buckys nudes accidentally

𓇼 just friends by @cadaverousnight

𓆉A night of drinking makes Bucky bold and a harmless text makes him bolder

𓇼 @espinosaurusrexex

𓆉Worlds Collide

🫧 The world is ending. And there are two types of people: The ones that embrace the last pieces of happiness left, and the ones that just don’t bother anymore. When those two clash, there’s no way of knowing what will happen. But maybe, some hopes and dreams aren’t so different after all and the both of them get a chance at becoming more than just acquaintances.

𓆉 refuge

🫧 You had a track record of cracking tough cases, but this one proved to be your breaking point. The Winter Soldier was out there, thirsting for blood, operating in total anonymity, and leaving a trail of bodies in the cold Colorado snow. Then, just as a snowstorm was about to paralyse the town, Bucky Barnes appeared on your doorstep – lost, sweet, and in dire need of help. It all seems too good to be true, but what happens when his secrets come to haunt him and Bucky’s blurred past reveals a predicament neither of you saw coming?

𓆉happy little accidents

🫧 In a world after the war, Bucky tries to get pieces of his old self back by joining an art class. He meets you and instantly falls head over heels. Now he just has to work up the courage to ask you out.

𓆉serious questions

🫧 Bucky agrees to go on a date to make his colleagues shut up. Now, he just feels sorry for the poor woman that has to spend an entire evening with him. He really tries to make it work, though, because he actually enjoys her company.

𓆉 bad boys don’t buy flowers

🫧 Bucky would have never thought, he’d be chasing after a girl. Not when all of them usually fell at his feet. But when he finds himself entangled in a deal born out of a desperate argument with his assistant, he realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for you: The independent florist who is adamantly dragging him to the homeless shelter every chance she gets. There is just one problem: Bucky doesn't know how to tell you. And the teasing from his friends is certainly not making things easier for him...

𓆉request oneshot

𓆉 remember me

🫧 After a fight against the most notorious Hydra agent of all, Steve and you discover that your assumed diseased friend Bucky is still alive. Old wounds resurface as you are confronted with the grappling reality that you have lived vastly different lives for the past 70 years. Will he remember your shared history? And most importantly: does he still feel the same?

𓇼 @pellucid-constellations

𓆉 unexpected

🫧 With all of his rough edges and impassive glances, Bucky Barnes looked to be the last person you’d find at an elementary school bake sale. Too bad Steve couldn’t make it, and dealing with a class hopped up on sugar wasn’t a feat you could manage alone

𓆉 i need him like water

🫧 You think Bucky’s having an affair. He thinks… well you aren’t sure what he thinks. But he must notice the living room light is left on. Every night.

𓆉 flowers in the compound

🫧 That girl from the flower shop seems to be taking up a lot of Bucky’s time.

𓆉 request one shot

🫧 You knew Bucky didn't like his arm. You just didn't know how much until he accidentally hurt you with it.

𓆉 counting

🫧 Time heals all wounds. Bucky’d been holding onto that proverb ever since blip. But time had never been particularly kind to him, so he opted to keep track of the sweet girl’s in his apartment building instead, the one that made him banana bread and took him to diners at two in the morning. Sometimes, you didn’t keep the same schedule. That made Bucky panic.

𓇼 everybody talks by @nickfowlerrr

𓇼 @buckyalpine

𓆉come back to you

🫧 What happens when a time travel mission ends up with a version of Bucky from the 40′s standing on the time travel platform.

𓆉 did you hear

𓆉 40s bucky w/ nurse!reader

𓆉 sunshine

𓆉 spiral

𓆉 pick me

𓆉 untouched

𓆉 tongue twister

𓆉 wait what pt2 pt3 pt4

𓆉 can you not pt2 pt3

𓆉 choices pt2

𓆉 drabble

𓇼 aching by @bbyboybucket

𓆉After Reader gives Bucky a massage, he realizes how much he likes her touch

𓇼 tiny match maker by @jamdoughnutmagician

𓆉 Adjusting to his new life outside of the superhero business, Bucky makes the acquaintance of a very young, inquisitive girl.

𓇼 metal arm brrr by @bombsonboard

𓆉 Every problem needs a solution. Bucky just isn't the biggest fan of yours.

𓇼 the cards were dealt by @bucky-fricking-barnes

𓆉Bucky and Y/N are the children of the two most prominent mob bosses in New York. When their parents use them as part of a deal, they’re left to figure out how their lives fit together.

𓇼 @holylulusworld

𓆉 a different kind of valentine pt2

🫧 Your fiancé breaks your heart on Valentine’s Day out of all days.

𓆉 happy birthday big grump

🫧 Your new neighbor is a professional grump. No reason to not be nice to him on his birthday.

𓆉 april fools day (stucky x reader)

🫧 Steve and Bucky ask you to join their prank.

𓇼 siren be bound to me by @darkdemeter

𓆉He is your captain. There is no place you'd rather be than by his side, nothing you could ever want for that is not him. You owe everything, your entire self, to him.

And yet overboard and on the tide you set sail across in search for a great and ancient treasure, a song continues to seep through the cracks of your heart and soul... a song so familiar yet unknown.

Forgotten. And Bucky reminds you yet again that there no place else for you that isn't beside him, that there is nothing out there

𓇼 to have and to hold harm by @queers-gambit

𓆉after rescuing you from kidnappers, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become

𓇼 @thighs-of-betrayal-blog

𓆉 jealous bucky

𓆉 request oneshot

𓆉 hold the door

🫧 You’ve never met your new neighbor, not until an incident happens involving the apartments elevator.

𓇼 out of practice by @drabbles-mc

𓆉 reader is a mom, bucky hasn't dated in like 70 years

𓇼 @jobean12-blog

𓆉 next door to love

🫧 When you made the move to the city you never expected your new neighbor to be so sweet and helpful...or hot.

𓆉 this spells love

🫧 Bucky is your best friend and he really is the best but he wants more, he wants everything, but the idea that it could ruin your friendship and he could lose you is too much...

𓆉 boom clap

🫧 Before tonight you wouldn't have been able to label your relationship with Bucky but after he gets home earlier than expected from a mission and shows up at the bar everything changes.

𓆉 everything you want

🫧 there’s no one you trust more than your husband and he always knows exactly what you want.

𓇼 meet my family by @skaye44

𓆉Your parents want to meet your boyfriend Bucky which you agree, but the whole family invites itself along for the meeting.

𓇼 my sun my star pt2 pt3 by @cosmos-coma

𓆉 You wait up late for your boyfriend Bucky to return from his mission, but it isn't Bucky who finds you

𓇼 @mrsbarnesblog

𓆉 my everything

🫧 The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before

𓆉 i trust you

🫧 when Bucky comes back from a mission with a knife wound there is only one person who can convince him to get help

𓇼 5+1 by @mrs-illyrian-baby

𓆉 Whether it's on a mission, a work event or a holiday, your sleeping arrangements never seem to work out as planned. It doesn't really bother you until...it does. Confronted with a night sleeping apart, you and Bucky finally talk

𓇼 just like that by @navybrat817

𓆉Bucky suggests staying in a hotel together before an undercover mission, which would be fine if you didn't have a massive crush on the super soldier.

𓇼 @sergeantbuckybarnes

𓆉 begin again everything i wanted

🫧 When you go to meet your friend at her work you see a cute guy had been stood up, so you’re going to be the best date of his life.

𓆉 amnesia

🫧 During a fight in Madripoor you get hit in the head resulting in forgetting the last ten years of your life. And most important, your boyfriend.

𓇼 @angrythingstarlight

𓆉 diamonds

𓆉 chubby!bucky

𓆉 more chubby baker! bucky

𓆉 blow me away

🫧 You just discovered that your boyfriend has never had a blowjob before and that’s a travesty. Good thing you’re about to blow his mind.

𓇼 @literaryavenger

𓆉 not so bad

🫧 It's Bucky's birthday, but doesn't want to make a big deal out of it.

𓆉 happy birthday

🫧 It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you

𓇼 body and soul by @theladybarnes

𓆉 Reader has a conversation with Sam that leaves her a little confused before her date with Bucky. Includes probably the best romance movie quote to ever grace films.

𓇼 you’re my desire pt2 by @marvelouslizzie

𓆉Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers' date, but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes' arms.

𓇼 she chose me by @notafunkiller

𓆉Steve's hopes get crushed when he wrongly assumes you'd choose him over Bucky.

𓇼 bucky has a crush by @assembletheimagines

𓇼 buckyvision by @fictionalmemoirs

𓆉 pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt5.5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9 pt10

𓇼 @christowhore

𓆉 eye for an eye

🫧 you come home one night to find bucky in bed with another woman. after threatening divorce, he begs for your forgiveness and tells you he'll do anything. he should’ve known to always be careful with what you wish for.

𓆉 just one more minute

🫧 you grow tired of bucky constantly leaving you in dark when it comes to his feelings. finally, you have enough.

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sunnymoonxx · 2 months

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❝what was rule number #2 again❞ I.| bucky barnes x reader

pairing: tfatws bucky x reader summary: messing around in banner's lab, the night before your mission wasn't as good an idea as you thought, and you begin to question your actions the moment you step out of it. things worsen when you realize the super soldier serum isn't immune to an unknown contagious disease. warnings: sex pollen, no warnings this part, the II one? hahaha

a/n: I may have insulted the reader a few times in the beginning, so I apologize for that. but let's be honest, we'd do the same. I decided to split this fic into two parts because if I wrote it all into one part, it'd have 10k words. I'm not an english native speaker, so forgive me my sins and bad grammar if you find something.

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You weren't stupid. But you also weren't exactly smart. If you were, you would've minded your own business, stayed in the gym, and went through the plan for tomorrow's mission. Maybe even go to bed a little sooner, to be ready for the next day's alarm. But Banner was away for a business trip, and seeing his lab silent and alone didn't exactly sing you lullabies to sleep. That's why you found yourself standing in the heart of it at 3 a.m., in your pajamas, praying everyone was asleep. It was well known around the compound that Banner's and Stark's labs were a faraway island, and anybody with a brain would circle around them. But you were an excellent swimmer and sharks didn't scare you.

10 hours later, you realised why Banner turned green every time someone even glared the glass door of his science play room. You were a fast swimmer but not exactly a bright one. The only bright thing related to you was that you were easily struck by it. And the glowing pink flowers in Doc's terrarium took you down faster than the sharks. It was bright pink with purple shadows. It reminded you of passionflower, but it was bigger. Way bigger, and you weren't sure if you were hallucinating, but the feeling of the flower's filaments moving was too strong. They were moving in waves, then circles, then each moved in its own way. It was mesmerising.

It was too late before you realized you moved the flower out of its enclosure to get a closer look at it. The smell hit you hard, filling your brain with colorful fog. You smelled a dash of cinnamon, mixed with ginger and lavender. You couldn't miss the powerful vanilla and pumpkin filling up the room. You didn't realize how bad the consequences of smelling Doc's flower would be until you came undone under your fingers nearly seven times. And it still wasn't enough. The scheduled time of your and Barnes' meeting was quickly approaching, and your skin didn't feel less on fire than it did two hours ago.

You managed to get out of the sweaty mattress and put some clothes on you, loose ones, hoping that your skin could breathe a little. You prayed some air would cool you down, clear your head, and slap some sense into you. It was now obvious why Banner was so determined not to let anyone close his lab. He was experimenting with aphrodisiacs, and you, unwillingly, became one of his lab rats. Thoughts didn't stop multiplying in your head until one landed steadily on its feet. Tony has been visiting Doc's labs the last few weeks, five minutes on the dot after curfew. You knew because you were always stationed on your balcony, which gave you a clear view of the other building, and its glass windows didn't hide much. It only became pitch black when Tony came in, and Banner didn't even flinch when he heard the door shut.

Chuckle left your lips when you connected the dots, ignoring how amusing you must look for Barnes, sitting right next to him.

"Something funny?" he asked, not dropping his gaze off of you. You were now on your way to the target's last seen place, being lucky enough to get a ride in Tony's self-driven car. You wanted to drown him in kisses because you can only imagine the suffering if you had to walk all the way from the compound to the other side of the city. Your skin was still on fire, your hair was sticking to your neck, and salty drops chased each other on your skin. You certainly were an amusing sight to Bucky. Or a terrifying one. You wished he got used to it by now. After all these years of fighting against each other, then with each other, and now forced to fight by each other's side, he saw you through worse conditions. But as far as he knew, you were locked in your room all week. You had no reason to look like you had an early meeting with the reaper.

"Just, thinking," you mumbled back at him, forcing yourself to keep your head rested against your seat, begging your body to not betray you for looking back at your partner. Your body fighting the chemicals in your body, you could only imagine how it would end if you stared at Barnes for more than five seconds. Worse, let alone if you touched him. You read about aphrodisiacs and scientists' failed attempts to know what you were going through. You were prepared to die before touching Barnes.

You were secretly jealous. It wasn't fair of you, but Barnes' serum running through his veins protected him from anything related. You almost abandoned your morals, but the pain you were going through justified it. You had no idea how you were going to focus on the mission, communicate with James, and, if it came to it, fight the target. You could only focus on the heat between your legs and how touch-starved you were. And your, undeniably, attractive coworker wasn't helping the case.

You and James had a complicated history. Both born in the 40s and dated for a while before he fell from the train. Years later, he comes to kill you for Howard's successful experiment on you. Immortality would definitely suit HYDRA and their planned assassinations. James, back then, the Winter Soldier, failed to capture you, so they decided your family's fate. And your friends. Then, years later, Howard's. You forgave him. All of it. Because you knew it wasn't him. But when he came back from Wakanda, with no traces of HYDRA in him, and didn't spare you a glance, you couldn't forgive him that. Seventy years of tolerating the actions HYDRA made him do, and he couldn't even look at you. It broke your heart but rather to act like a cunt than a weepy baby, begging for attention that will never come.

"Well then, do it fast. We're almost there." You hear his grumpy voice, making the butterflies in your stomach double their count. The decades-old memories of you together overwhelmed your brain like a tsunami. You couldn't swim out of that. The way his tongue circled your clit as you played with his hair at the theatre restroom. Or when he made you ride his face with Steve in the house. The way he pounded into you against the wall so you wouldn't forget him when he gets shipped out the next morning. And the way he had to cover your mouth that night at the bar, celebrating his unit's rescue. Now he was sitting millimetres away from you, and he wouldn't have done any of it. You still hoped, subconsciously, he'd dick you down like he did all those years ago. But that was a fantasy. Very vivid, real fantasy.

"Yes, sir," you let out, closing your eyes, tugging on your shirt so your fingers wouldn't accidentally slip in between your thighs. You didn't wanna make a scene. Even tho at some point, you knew you would.

You didn't catch James' hungry gaze when he heard those words slip from your mouth. At the back of his head, he reminiscent the amount of times it was him, slipping out of it.

It took you exactly 17 minutes before you got yourself out of Tony's car. You accidentally grinded yourself on his leather seats, causing you to accidentally moan, and of course, Barnes caught it. He'd never miss that sweet sound leaving your lips. At nights, he wished he'd made you sound like that, even louder. But that was ages ago, and you were over him. It was the only thing that made sense to him.

Five minutes into your romantic stroll to the target's office, the wetness in your panties got worse. You figured the more you moved, the less it hurt, but the pleasure doubled. And the Avengers training lessons didn't exactly cover how to act if you're orgasming every five seconds just because your thighs rubbed against each other.

Correction, you didn't actually cum. It was more of a frustrating edging that made you wanna rip out your hair. You were sure Barnes had already figured something was off or had at least suspected something. The suppressed moans and the tugging on your crotch weren't exactly subtle.

"Alright," he stopped walking, a few meters away from a huge building. It was surrounded by a deep forest, straight from a horror movie. "he was last seen inside. If Steve's correct, we should..." You kept nodding, not actually paying attention to what he was saying. It was the way his metal arm moved when he talked and the way his fingers curled while explaining the plan. You never got the answer to your question if he could feel through his amputated arm. He had to, you thought. You heard him groan every time someone pulled it too hard. You were embarrassed how much it roused you when you heard him whimper in pain, but it was also one of the things that circled your head when you were alone in your room.

You'd imagine, would it feel different. It would definitely be cold, rougher, you suspected faster. And with the serum running in his veins, he'd definitely last longer. That, you were one hundred percent sure, for it was Natasha's moans you heard for over two days after she and Steve finally hit it off. But Nat was also a super soldier. Bucky would probably tire you out by the 2nd round. But you were willing to risk it.

"If you're not gonna be listening to me, then you can turn around and go back." Was the first thing you heard after you forced yourself out of Bucky's hand around your throat fantasies. It probably wasn't the best idea, but seeing Bucky frustrated and annoyed by your incompetence made you feel things. And you wanted more.

"Whatever you want, Sergeant." You smirked, walking past him towards the building. His smell punched you in the face, making your walls clench around nothing. Fuck. Your self-control was harder to put in check. You were sure in a few minutes it'd be non-existent.

"Whatever is your problem today," you heard him behind you. You didn't look at him, focusing on keeping a steady pace towards the building so you could finish the job, get home where you could fuck yourself to oblivion. No one, but your fingers were currently available. And even they couldn't sometimes do the job you needed. But you knew whose would.

"I'm talking to you." Your heart dropped when his hand landed on your shoulder. Your skin got warmer again, and the pulse between your legs was impossible to ignore. You didn't know if you wanted to kill him or fuck him.

Ideally, both.

Turning around, you found the strength to twist his arm, finding out it was his human one, making it easier to push him back. He looked so taken back that it was amusing. But not amusing enough to stop the aching of your cunt.

"Touch me again," and I won't answer for the consequences. You wanted to add. But you didn't. Instead, you stared back at him, praying to god you'd drop dead or something would happen to stop the throbbing pain. You wanted to push your pants down and do something about it, but Bucky's presence wouldn't let you. It would, seventy years ago.

God, the number of times he made you rub yourself in front of him, fuck yourself while he watched. Couldn't he do it now? You'd happily obey.

"You've been acting distant ever since morning," he said, taking a step closer. "I just wanna know what's wrong," he said, lowering his voice at the end. You were sure it was just the stupid plant making you see things, but Bucky's dark eyes were hard to miss. Or the sweat on his forehead. Or the way he clenched his jaw when his eyes dropped to your lips.

Your heart sank. Holy fuck.

You couldn't help but laugh. It was, after all, comical. You looked manic but that didn't bother you. You felt so many emotions at once that you struggled to choose one.

"What the hell are you doing," you heard his voice interrupt your laugh. You were out of your mind. Your legs weak and sweaty, your cunt covered in your wetness, your head filled with migraine, skin on fire, and thoughts surrounding only one thing. And now, cherry on top, you realize Banner discovered an aphrodisiacs that make the super soldier serum its bitch. James motherfucking Barnes joined the lab rats of Banner's sex research.

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As It Was (S2)

Chapter Ten

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Summary: Lots of news in this new season, which will be full of several twists and discussions. And of course, lots of James Buchanan Barnes.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.

Waking up in a hospital bed is much more uncomfortable than it seems. In fact, at first I thought I was dead. But it was when I tried to move and felt a pang in my stomach that I realized I was alive. I don't know how happy or sad this makes me. Someone I believed was good cheated on me, someone I loved died and I have no idea where the hell my ex husband is.

"Thank God you finally woke up, I'm going to call the doctor but try to stay conscious for the next few minutes at least." Dave speaks happily as if he's been yearning for me to wake up.

A few moments later I was so confused that I didn't even notice a team of doctors and nurses entering my room, it was almost as if I were a rare specimen. They are analyzing my every mole, asking standard questions like do I see this or that, do I remember my name, and checking my moles as soon as they enter what appears to be my hospital room.

"Doctor, what happened to me?" I ask, fearing that they are analyzing me because something terrible is about to happen.

"You may be a little confused in the next few days, the shot you took hit your spleen, which resulted in complications in his surgery. You got on induced coma for a while so that we could guarantee a recovery. The exact time you were in a coma was six months. The good news is that your body has fully recovered, without any apparent signs of trauma. For any additional information, you can ask the doctor on duty or the nurse who will be responsible for the care of this ward." The doctor speak so seriously, I feel a little confused with so much information.

"Will I be released soon or will I have to stay here for a long time?" It's the only question I long for the answer.

"We have to keep you here for at least another day for further observations but probably tomorrow, you will be released and you can go home." He speaks subtly with precision. It's a relief knowing that I will soon be able to leave here if everything is okay with me.

Dave enters the hospital room a few seconds after the doctors leave, looking extremely relieved. I really want to hug him but you're afraid to make sudden movements.

"You look like you got hit by a truck but I'm so glad you woke up. Sam and the girls were just as worried as I was, wondering when you would wake up." Dave says sitting in the companion's chair next to my hospital bed.

"How is Bucky?" It's all you can think about, wondering how my ex-husband was, who risked his life because of me.

"You won’t like to know. I think for your recovery, it’s better if you know this later.” Dave says while holding my hand softly.

"I need to know how he's doing Dave. If you consider yourself my best friend, start talking." My authoritative tone must be more powerful now because Dave seems to want to obey me.

"Barnes is working..." Dave sounds so uncertain saying this like he's afraid of my reaction.

"What do you mean, working?" Something inside me says I'm going to get stressed in the next few minutes.

"His father figured that Killian and Rogers would betray him and made a dossier and secretly handed it in before he died. The FBI and national security had no doubts about Barnes' innocence so as soon as he recovered from his injuries, he returned to work. I think he even got promoted." Because this information doesn't surprise you, it reminds you why I ended up ending my relationship with Barnes.

"What a son of a bitch, how can he come back after everything we've been through...what about Rogers and Killian?" This I really hope that one of them is at least arrested.

"Both are on the run from the police, but they disappeared. Which is kind of good news." Dave talks trying to sound optimistic.

"They both have reasons to kill me. Which makes it even worse." Stress slowly eats away at me as I imagine how unbearable my life will be.

"We will be with you and Barnes will also take care of you. Rumor has it that you're going to have cops watching." Dave tries to calm me down, which somehow works.

"I think I'm going to need some time to adapt to this information but I'm glad I'm back." I say, holding Dave's hand tightly as I lie to his face. I'm not happy, I'm desperate. My father died, my ex husband is still the same idiot and there are two cruel men wanting my head. I couldn't be more fucked up.

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The Time of the Prey (4)

Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Words: 4k

Warnings: angst, advancements in the war, issues between James and Y/N, crying, yelling, kidnaping, mentions of war

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It was becoming a habit of walking barefoot; you loved the way the blades of grass felt when you stood and painted but you also loved feeling like a child again as you ran the corridors without the tight shoes.

Natasha wanted to start training herself for wearing a corset which meant you had to do it too, getting it tied every morning in her chambers, holding her hand as the two of you tried your best to breathe after they sinched it tightly. There would be times when you’d forget you were wearing one and take a deep breath, letting out a loud groan when your ribs would send a shock throughout your body.

You stood beside your sister and looked into the mirror, two maids were pulling and tugging against the strings as you both braced yourself. Your mother sat behind you, watching intently to make sure they did a good job.

“Hold my hand,” Natasha wheezed out, you quickly reached over and took her hand into your own. “Is it supposed to be this tight?”

“Yes,” your mother said flatly, she didn’t even need to get up and walk over to check, she just knew.

As the strings tightened you both wheezed, trying not to move too much.

“These will stay tight for way longer than other corsets,” one maid said, “there are these plants native to our kingdom, their wax is used to keep the string tight, no one knows about it.”

“Very interesting,” you managed to groan out.

“The more you move the higher the chance we’ll tie it in the wrong spot, and your ribs will hurt all day,” she paused, “don’t move or talk.” a laugh came from behind you, it was your mother.

When everything was done your head felt light, you wobbled off the pedestal and slowly made your way to the door, planning to go back to your room. Natasha kissed your cheek goodbye and walked you to her door, leaving you to walk to your chamber.

One handheld the wall as you walked down the corridor, you could feel yourself spinning.

“Lady Y/N,” the all too familiar voice came from behind you.

“James,” you turned around with a smile, glad to see a friend, “how are-”

“What are you doing here?” he asked quickly, “where are your escorts?” he linked his arm with you and began to walk you down the hall, “Lady Y/N, you need guards with you at all times, where were you coming from?”

“James,” you whispered and grabbed his forearm, “what has got you all worried?”

He just looked at you, “you need guards at all times, and I would like to know where you were to figure out who was supposed to be there to walk you back to your room,” he stood and made you face him.

“I was with my sister in her room,” you said with some tone, “pleasure to see you too, Ser James,” you shook his arm off and walked away, but couldn’t get that far because walking with a corset is completely different than your normal stride.

“Lady Y/N,” he was quick to catch up with you, “why are you walking all…” he trailed off and hoped you caught on to what he was saying.

“I told you yesterday I was starting to wear corsets with my sister,” you paused for a moment, “James, were you even listening to me yesterday?” you had gone for a long walk with him outside the castle walls.

“I-...” he shook his head, “I was not, my apologies.”

“Well, I was at my sisters, and I put on my corset for the first time, and it’s hard to walk and I don’t know who was supposed to walk me to my room,” you paused again, waiting to see if he had something to say, but he didn’t. “You can walk me back to my room.”

“I will,” he stepped forward and began walking at your pace.

Without any reason there were more guards outside your door, whenever you’d try to leave all four of them would ask you questions and follow you. It looked like you were a queen, you had two in front of you and two behind, you had never gotten this much attention or protection in your life. As much as you wanted to view that as a good thing you knew the only reason there were more guards was that there must be advancement with the war.

James was nowhere to be found, you’d ask around and call from him to come to your chambers, but he’d never come, you’d sit in your room and hope he’d stop by for a moment. You hadn’t seen your mother or sister either, just hearing what they were doing while you felt more trapped in your room. They were planning for the wedding which meant leaving the castle walls, you had heard they were spending all day outside in the sun.

You sat by your vanity and looked in the mirror, trying to catch your reflection by making faces and throwing your arms around but it always copied. You looked like a child but there was nothing else for you to do.

“Princess Y/N,” a voice came from your door, and you knew it wasn’t James from the title, “may I enter?”

“You may,” you stood up and faced the door, watching the man walk in with all your art supplies from outside, “stop!” you screamed, running towards him, “these aren’t dry…” you ripped the canvas from under his arm and looked at the smudged work, your eyes slowly scanned his body and saw paint smeared on his ribs and fingers. “Do you have any idea how long this took?” you were furious, “I spent forever on this, and you treated it like waste!” in disbelief you looked at the ruined art, there was no way you could save it, you needed to start again. “Get me Ser James,” your teeth were clenched together.

“I-I’m sorry, Princess, he’s busy-”

“Tell him I need him here now and tell him I’m furious with him,” you stepped closer to threaten the knight, it was not a physical threat but a social one, you were a Princess, he was a Knight.

“Right away,” he scattered for a moment before running out of your room.

When it was silent again you looked at your work, gently running your fingers down the canvas and further smudging everything, there was no point in trying to preserve it. Carrying the canvas nicely would not have been difficult, checking if it was dry would not have been difficult either. If James was the one carrying it he wouldn’t have let anyone near him, afraid it might smudge.

But all your work was completely wasted, you were back to being a guest at the castle for your sister’s wedding, you were back to not having anything to do anymore because you were stuck in the room and your favourite piece was ruined. Tears gathered in your eyes as everything you were working towards was ripped to shred in your hand, this could have been avoidable.

“You wanted to-” James had started speaking before rounding the corner, your door was left open. His eyes were wide as he watched you cry in front of him, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping your canvas.

“Why didn’t you get the canvas?” The anger managed to cut through the tears.

“I was busy and, in a meeting,” he spoke softly, his hand out in front of him as he walked towards you, “I sent one of my best men to grab your supplies.”

“Well, your best man walked with my canvas under his arm,” you flipped the painting to face him, you watched as shock spread all over his face as his eyes travelled to every corner of your art, seeing the damage it took. “It wasn’t dry,” more tears gathered, “why didn’t you get it?”

“I’m so sorry,” he took the painting and placed it on the floor beside you, taking his hands and placing them on your shoulders, “I am so sorry, Y/N,” he couldn’t hug you unless you initiated it, you stood there and cried as he watched helplessly. “Please don’t cry,” his voice sounded so hurt, “please, please don’t,” his hand reached out but hesitated, you nodded softly, and he began swiping away the tears.

Your eyes cracked open to see his face, he looked distraught and saddened as well. His face was sunken in and the bags under his eyes were larger than before, the skin that always glowed looked dull to you, but maybe it was the light. Though he wiped away tears, it seemed they seeped into his skin and collected in his eyes, the tiredness and exhaustion taking a toll on him.

“I cannot believe my work is ruined,” you spoke through sobs, “why didn’t you get it…?” you stood shaking your head, trying to push down all the anger coursing through your body, “why didn’t you get it!” you screamed up at his face, watching him blink as his head jerked away.

“Lady-”

“Why, why, why!” your fists pounded his chest, “this is all I have, my hands and my work, I am nothing without something to show for myself, do you get that?” you pushed him away and paced around the room, “I paint out of spite,” your words bite him, “I paint because I love it and because my father told me to stop all those years ago, I paint because without it I am more suitable for a marriage and I can’t have that.”

“Take a few days and start over,” James said as he stepped even closer, “I’m sure inspiration will hit you soon enough.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” you rubbed your face, “that pond had meaning to me, I’ve been doing this so long I need to be inspired to paint and it doesn’t come that easy.”

“Y/N,” he started but broke off into a sigh, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was going to happen and I didn't know he was going to be so careless,” his hand took your wrist and pulled you a little closer to him once he walked towards you, “and I can promise you, you are more than a painter, you do not need a hobby to block you from being betrothed, you do not need to worry about anything because that’s my job.” You just nodded, biting your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying even more. “There are things happening regarding the war, we are currently sitting at the tipping point and all kingdoms are waiting for another to give someone a shove.”

“Is that why I’ve been trapped here?” you asked, looking down at the way he was holding you.

“I ordered you to have more guards, I am the one who is keeping you from going outside and I am sorry but at the same time I am not,” he shook his head, “I care a great deal about you, Y/N.”

“Me too,” you nodded and looked up at his eyes, your gaze flicking down to his lips.

“I am sorry if you feel trapped or unwelcome, I am sorry that I ruined your painting and I’m sorry for not coming when you have sent people for me,” his adam’s apple bobbled when he swallowed, “the war has added so much stress onto me I needed to make sure all the other things I worry about were safe and in my control, so I need to keep you in your room so I knew where you were all the time which lets me do my job without freaking out and wondering if you are at the pond or in your room or walking around the market- I needed it in my control.”

“I understand,” his hand was still holding your wrist, but it loosened when the hand he was holding moved to cup his cheek, “I would do the same.”

A breath of relief pushed through his lips, “thank you, I’ve felt so horrible about myself because I keep forgetting to come when you call for me-”

“I understand,” your thumb moved to his lips, seeing it tremble slightly, “you don’t need to apologize.” he took a shaky breath in with a nod.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed your face into his shoulder, allowing him to embrace you back. Through the corset you could feel him hold you tightly, further constricting your breathing, you really didn’t care. His hands would press so hard they move up your back until there was nowhere for them to go so he would placed them at the curve of your spine and restart to process of hugging you, after a while one hand moved up to the back of your head and cradled you as a few more tears slipped from your lashes, feeling his warmth was new to you.

“I like holding you,” he whispered, his ears dancing against the shell of your ear.

“I like it when you hold me,” your voice was muffled by his padded tunic.

James left soon after, promising after all of the planning was over he’d spend much more time with you. Once he left you were feeling better, as much as you hated the man who ruined your painting you also knew something would spark you again and you weren’t completely useless.

Instead of picking up a brush you found a quail in your vanity as well as a jar of ink, it had been a long time since your last writing lesson, it was expected that all royalty could write, read, and have pretty penmanship. Writing and reading was easy but sometimes all these words that flowed out of your hand couldn’t keep up which led you to make mistakes and have really bad handwriting.

My Dearest, Bucky,

I have never met a man like you before and I wish I’ll never meet someone like you again.

If I were to meet someone as charming and as caring as you I’d probably fall in love with them as I have with you and that would be too confusing; though I believe I’d choose you because of the way your hair flows when I see you running drills with the knights. I sound like a little girl but that is how you make me feel; young and blissful.

I am writing this after I told you about what happened with my painting, I cried in your arms and you held me in such a way I felt as though you could protect me from anything, I have never felt truly protected in my life. I can’t help but feel greedy, I want you to hold me more often even though it is frowned upon because we are not courting and I do not know if knights area allowed to court women, I hope you are because I’d marry you. I’ve never thought about someone like before, you have opened up my eyes to love from a man, I’ve never felt that before.

I hope when you read this you will run down the halls and find me, maybe calling my name like the stories say, I am not one to like bedtime stories and being saved by a knight in shinning armour but it would be romantic for you to sweep me off the ground.

I don’t know when I’ll give you this letter because I do not know if you feel the same or are allowed to feel the same, I do not want to be a rule you break. When the time is right I’ll slide this under your door and run away, not too far so you can find me but far enough to not see your immediate reaction.

I do not know how to end this letter, just know I love the way you held me.

Love, Lady Y/N.

Your hands fanned the paper and gently tapped a few letters to see if it was dry, once your finger came back without any ink on it you tucked it safely between the front page and the cover of the only book in your vanity drawer. Gently pushing it shut as your face grew warm, like you said in the letter; you felt like a little girl.

“I should go see Natasha,” you whispered to yourself, taking one look in the mirror and fixing the painful corset that hugged your waist into an exaggerated shape. You were looking forward to her wedding so you could take the corset off and finally be able to breathe freely. When you opened the door there were four guards standing there, “hello,” you smiled at all of them.

“Where are you going?” one asked, stepping forward and tilting his head to the side.

“To see my sister,” you looked over your shoulder to see the eyes of the man that talked, “I haven’t met you before, I normally know all the faces of the men outside my door.”

“I was moved here on Ser James’ order,” he said quickly, “your sister has twelve guards around her door and surrounding her all the time, Prince Steve’s order.”

“I see,” you nodded and clasped your hands in front of your restricted stomach, “is there any new news on the war, it seems things have really stiffened up here?” you looked around to see guards everywhere.

“I am afraid I cannot discuss war with you, forgive me,” he nodded, “I do not know if you can see your sister-”

“I’m sure James will not-”

“No,” he cut you off, “not just James, the crown has ordered all non-essential meetings to be postponed, the only gathering that is allowed to take place are meetings in the war room.”

“What does the war room look like?” you asked, leaned up against the wall and crossed your arms, the guards gave you a weird look, “well, if I can’t talk to me sister then I will talk to you because it seems we are prisoners, aren’t we?”

“Fine,” the man sighed, “but Ser James will have my head if he-”

“Oh,” you waved your hand, “I will keep you from trouble, he’s a very good friend and he’ll understand.”

“I’ll go with you,” another man stepped up, leaving two guards with you and two to watch the empty room.

“Great,” you smiled at the both of them and walked between them as they navigated the halls. When you passed the courtyard your heart twisted at how empty it was, the castle’s gates were closed and people needed to stay in their home in case a fight broke out randomly.

When you looked forward, the man who was leading you had not turned to face you, his arms by his side and his eyes set on you. A chill ran down your back and the hairs on your neck stood up, you felt a presence behind you. When you looked over your shoulder the other guard towered over you, a bag in his hands. When your mouth opened the man behind you quickly covered your mouth and nose, leaning down to your ear.

“If you scream I’ll slit your throat in the hallway,” his lips were also moving against the shell of your ear but this time you tried to move away but his hold on you was stronger, “if you run away, I’ll find you and then slit your throat, do you understand?”

All you could do was nod and let out a muffed agreement, you wanted to live. The bag was placed over your head and all at once you were lifted off the ground, the two men who were holding you ran and then stopped, you felt the cold tile against your bare arms and then something fuzzy around you, it was being wrapped around you which only further cut off your breathing.

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Ser James stood at the front of the table, Prince Steve at his side as they discussed the new advancement with the war, Hydra’s Hill was beginning to get restless, and the rest of the kingdoms were well aware of it. James’ hands pressed against the wood as he leaned forward listening to his men talk about what was to come.

The room was massive, almost the same size as the common area in the front of the kingdom. Kings and Queens that are over centuries old sat on the wall, still and painted beautifully. The family had painted all royalty for years, the gene of perfect skill passed on no matter what.

Firewood glowed from the fireplace, there was no need for a fire at this point in the year, but the fire never truly went out, there was always something burning. The long table was carved with a map on the land, there was a flat border around the edge so men could leave their food or drink on the table without worrying if it would tip over on the fire piece of wood.

“We intercepted a pigeon going from Hydra’s Hill to Red River, they sent their list and obviously Red River will not comply,” the man with a long beard leaned back in his seat.

“What did they ask for?” James asked.

“We quickly took a copy of it,” he passed it down the table, James took it and read, “of course it was way too much.”

“A bride, food supply, weapons…” James re-read the letter, “I mean this is out of a children’s story, they could have been more creative than this,” he earned a laugh from the entire room.

All at once the doors opened and every man looked towards the sound, there were two nights that James recognized. “This better be good we’re in the middle of a meeting,” James looked around the group of men who were confused by the intrusion.

“S-ser, Princess Y/N,” they tried to catch their breath, “she’s been taken.”

For a moment it was silent.

Then a loud bang came from the head of the table, Ser James had pounded his fist so hard a splinter now ran through a small part of the wood, “WHAT?!” James screamed from the head of the table, almost thinking it was a joke, but it wasn’t from the way two guards were standing, shaking.

“Th-there were two guards who offered to walk her to your chambers, but they never came back, and we don’t know where she is…” one of the two stepped up to offer an explanation, but the man at the table and James was having none of it.

“You’re telling me the only job you had… you failed?” James walked around the table and sized up the men, “I put you on her watch because I thought you were two of the best guards in the kingdom,” James looked at the man who was avoiding eye contact, “do you take me as a fucking fool?” he spat.

“N-no, Ser James.”

“Enough with the pleasantries,” James waved his hand, “we are planning an attack that was going to happen in a fortnight, not this evening but look where we are, huh?” James turned to the table of men, they all were on their feet, “get the horses ready and get the people secured.”

James barked orders at the men, pointing and shouting, new knights were running and out, getting orders and moving quickly to fulfill them.

“What can we do?” one of the guards spoke up, his voice was shaking as he saw the way James looked at them in disgust.

“Nothing,” James stood right in front of the men, their noses almost touching, “but I’d like to wish you congratulations.” He began to walk away, not having time for them.

“Wh-why?” They spoke at the same time.

James was about to leave the room but stopped, turning around and shaking his head, “congratulations,” men ran in and out of the room, “you have just started a war.”

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Chapter 49: Advice

Warnings: strong language

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

A couple of weeks had passed since Alice and Bucky’s picnic night and their almost kiss. The tension between them was high, but none of them did anything about it. They kept living their normal lives in Wakanda as if nothing had happened. Both kept talking to each other like before and, to the people around them, everything looked normal between them. Well, except maybe for Shuri – she noticed even the small changes, but said nothing about it, only occasionally glaring at Alice.

“How’s Sergeant Barnes?” Shuri asked while she performed a wellness check on Alice. Since the procedure to take off the Hydra triggers inside of their brains, Shuri checked on Alice and Bucky every week to see if there were any changes.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Alice pressed her lips together, “He should be right outside, waiting for you to do his wellness check.”

“I could ask him, but I would rather ask you,” she replied, tilting her head back to hide her smile. “You never told me how your romantic picnic went.”

Alice got up from the table and sat on it. “Okay, first of all, it wasn’t a romantic picnic. It was just a little getaway, nothing more. Second, I never told you how it went because nothing happened. We just talked about our lives and that’s it,” she snapped.

“Okay girl, calm down,” Shuri put her hands up in defeat, “I was just asking, no need to talk like that.”

“I’m sorry, Shuri.” She sighed, thinking about revealing to Shuri what happened. “Am I really gonna talk about my love life with a teenager?” Alice thought to herself. “Gosh, how I miss Natasha…”

Even though she missed her dear Nat, Shuri had also been a great friend to her since her arrival to Wakanda. At first, no one dared to approach her, except for Shuri (and T’Challa, but they weren’t as close). Shuri would tell her about her science and technology experiments, Wakandan traditions and even vent to her about her problems and troubles. Hearing Shuri complain to her about such teenager related things made her miss childhood, a childhood that she never had because it was stolen by Hydra.

“I won’t ask again, don’t worry…” Shuri reassured her, but Alice could still feel the curiousness in her voice.

“If I tell you a secret, will you promise to keep it?”

Shuri raised an eyebrow. “Of course, I’ll keep it safe and take it to my tomb.”

“Shuri, I mean it,” Alice said with her voice filled with seriousness. It was enough that people knew about her past life, they didn’t need to know about her love life too.

“I promise.” Shuri put out her right pinky finger. Alice sighed but ended up intertwining her left one with hers. “Pinky promises can’t be broken here.”

Alice told Shuri how her and Bucky met for the first time at Hydra, how each managed to escape, lose and then eventually found each other. A smile appeared on her face as she recollected her memories with Bucky in Berlin and Milan. After telling their whole backstory, Alice talked about the picnic that had taken place almost two and half weeks prior.

“Sounds to me that you two are in love with each other and both are stubborn enough to admit it, even though you desperately want to,” Shuri advised her friend, “I know it’s not my place, but, if I were you, I would go for it. You and Sergeant Barnes deserve a happy ending.”

“He does, I don’t,” Alice murmured at the same time someone knocked on the front door.

“Shuri?” Bucky was heard from the outside. He must had been waiting for quite a long time for his wellness check-up.

“You can come in,” Shuri shouted.

The former Winter Soldier entered the room. An awkward smile appeared on his face as soon as he exchanged looks with Alice.

“Hey Buck,” she smiled at him with the same awkwardness as him. “I’ll see you later, Shuri.” When she passed by him, their hands accidentally brushed together, making both feel butterflies on their stomachs.

“Bye Alice!” Shuri exclaimed.

“Bye Al.”

Following his wellness check-up, Bucky went straight back to his hut since it was already late at night. Right when he was leaving Shuri’s lab, she told him to “tell Alice how he truly feels”, but he ignored her and exited the room without muttering a word back. It was hard for him to admit his romantic feeling towards Alice but, truth was, he had never felt like this before. Deep down, he had loved Alice since the moment they had met, but only started to realize it when they were back in Milan. After taking off his clothes, Bucky laid down and started thinking about the first time he thought about Alice as more than a friend.

Matteo, Mrs Carmella’s son, had kept it working later than usual. It was wine season, so their deliveries were higher. He expected Alice to have already gone to bed when he finally got home, but her bed wasn’t where she turned out to be. As soon as he opened the front door, Bucky heard music coming from the living room. After taking off his jacket and work boots, he made his way to where the noise was. Once he got to the living room, he was shocked with what he was seeing – Alice was dancing and singing to “Dancing Queen” by ABBA in front of the television, only wearing a big t-shirt to cover her body. She had a beer on one hand and knife in the other. Bucky couldn’t contain himself a let out a chuckle. Alice turned around and gave him a big smile before she put the knife down on the table- there were a few other knives there, so he assumed she had been sharpening them.

Alice grabbed Bucky’s hand and put her beer on his mouth, making him drink a bit of it. She pulled the bottle back too fast, making a drip of beer run down from the corner of his mouth. Slowly, she wiped it with her right thumb and then licked it. Bucky was looking at her in complete shock.

“What?” She asked, clueless of what was going on inside his brain. “I’m gonna get another one, do you want one of yourself?” Bucky nodded his head in response. Alice went back to the fridge and grabbed two beers. After opening them, she poured a bit of Asgardian liquor she had gotten from Thor and brought with her when she first fled from the US. She had been making this mixture since she started drinking that night, and it wasn’t long until she was drunk.

“Here,” she handed Bucky’s beer to him.

“How much have you drunk already? I think you better leave sharpening your knives for tomorrow,” he chuckled as he saw her stumble across the room.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” she acknowledged him, “but I’m gonna keep dancing.”

“That’s fine.”

Alice continued her dance session, while Bucky just sat on the couch looking at her. There was something about her that he didn’t know what was quite yet, but he couldn’t stop staring. Seeing her dance so cheerful and freely made him feel happy as well.

Suddenly, she stopped and stood in front of him, “Come on Buck, let’s dance together!”

“I prefer just watching you do it…”

She let out a chuckle, “well, that’s a bit creepy, isn’t it?” Eventually, Alice ended up sitting on the couch next to him. “I’m so fucking tired…” She murmured as she laid her head on Bucky’s thighs, “I think I’m gonna sleep.”

He didn’t even have time to answer her, she was already deep asleep when he started to speak. After letting a few minutes pass, he picked her up – his metal arm under her back and the other behind her knees. He went to her bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. Then he stared at her sleeping figure for a few seconds. That was when he realized he didn’t want to live without her anymore, that he wanted to be with her forever. It was also the first time Bucky finally admitted to himself that he was falling in love with Alice.

Alice woke up the following day in a surprisingly good mood. The sun was shining through the small windows of her hut, making her feel a warm embrace as soon as she opened her eyes. Later that night, she was going to talk with T’Challa. She usually spoke with Natasha at least once a week, to know if she was okay and if she needed help, but that hadn’t happened for almost two weeks, so Alice was worried about her friends. But first, she had to help Bucky with their chores.

Bucky was already in the fields, carrying hay bales to feed the animals. As Alice made her way to him, she felt her heart tighten and hear head was becoming dizzy. Something was wrong.

“BUCK!” She yelled, hoping he would hear her before she eventually passed out on the grass.

Luckily, he did hear her scream and went running to her. Grabbing her by her back and putting her on his shoulder, he sprinted to Shuri’s lab.

“What happened?” The princess of Wakanda asked as soon as she saw them enter.

“I don’t know,” Bucky replied as he put Alice down on one of the tables. “I heard her yell for me but when I got to her, she was already passed out.”

“Um, okay, I’m gonna run some tests,” Shuri replied in a hurry as she walked around her lab, looking for the things so she could see what was wrong with Alice. “Sergeant Barnes, you should wait outside in the meantime.”

Bucky was already shaking, afraid something bad was gonna happen to the person he loved the most. “No, no, I’m gonna stay with her. I should have followed your advice, I should have told her.”

“I wasn’t asking,” Shuri replied with a serious tone, “Please, leave. I can’t do this with you here. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“But-”

“I’m not gonna say it again, Sergeant Barnes.” He sighed loudly but ended up doing as Shuri said and left the lab.

After what it seemed hours to Bucky – it was only one hour –, Shuri finally called him back. The waiting time had slowly killed him inside and he was a nervous wreck when he entered the lab again.

“Hey Buck,” he heard the sound he loved most in the whole world, “I’m fine, I swear.”

“She is,” Shuri chimed in, trying to appease the man, “I ran every test possible. Nothing is physically wrong with her.”

“But…” Alice started as she sat back on the table, “I still feel something-”

“So you’re not alright then?” Bucky quickly interrupted her and went to in front of her, “Can Shuri run the tests again?”

“Buck, relax,” she put her hand on his left shoulder, “As I was saying, I am physically okay, but I still feel something like, like someone squeezed my heart too hard? Metaphorically, I mean.” Alice tried to explain as best as she could, but it seemed impossible. Her heart was aching as if someone had stomped on it repeatedly and then stabbed it a million times more. She never felt something like this before in her whole life – at least, that she remembered. “I’m fine now. Let’s go back to work.”

“Maybe you should lay down a few more minutes?” Bucky questioned, still worried about her health. “A little more rest wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’m fine, Buck. Let’s go.” Alice got up from the table and started going towards the exit, “Thanks for everything Shuri! Bye!”

Bucky quickly waved goodbye to Shuri before he left after Alice. Like she said, both went back to work as if nothing occurred, but Alice couldn’t stop feeling her heart tightening. Something had happened, she just didn’t know what.

A couple of days after Alice’s incident, T’Challa received a call from a friend – Steve Rogers. Thanos was coming to Earth to get his precious stones and there was nothing that could stop him. As for Alice, her heart was better, but she still had sensation a bit.

After informing Shuri and Okoye of what was gonna happen, the king of Wakanda decided to go talk to the two soldiers, with the Dora Milaje’s leader and two guards, each with a big case on their arms.

“The Kingsguard and the Dora Milaje have been alerted,” Okoye informed as she strutted besides the King.

“And the Border Tribe?” T’Challa questioned, maintaining his fast pace at the same time.

“Those that are left.”

“Send word to the Jabari as well,” he quickly glanced at Okoye, flashing a small smirk at the same time. “M’Baku likes a good fight.”

Okoye nodded. “And what of these two?” She pointed at the two people they were approaching. Bucky was throwing bales of hay to a wooden cart, while Alice was sitting and chatting with three children.

“These two may be tired of war. But Onyx and the White Wolf have rested long enough.”

Alice stopped laughing with the children as soon as she saw T’Challa, Okoye and the two guards. She knew something was gonna happen, so she quickly got up and went to Bucky’s side. When they reached them, the two guards dropped the cases on top of the wooden cart and opened them. Inside the first one there was a dark grey and gold vibranium arm. On the other one, two of the most beautiful black knives Alice had ever seen were lying. Also made of vibranium.

Bucky glanced at the arm and then at Alice. His cheerful mood immediately changed, as he thought his fighting days were over. As for Alice, she shared the same look as him, even though she missed her Avengers days sometimes.

“Where’s the fight?” Bucky asked, visibly saddened by what he was gonna do in a near future.

“On its way,” T’Challa answered with a stern look.

“So… A giant purple alien is coming to Earth to get the stones and then wipe half of the population?” Alice asked one more time after T’Challa filled her in on what was going to happen. He nodded at her. “And we have wizards now? Like the Sanderson Sisters and Nancy Downs?”

T’Challa chuckled, “Not quite like them, but close enough. Any more questions?” He turned to Bucky, “Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky shook his head, “No, I got it.”

“Well, let’s get dressed and kill this fucking giant purple thumb,” Alice added with enthusiasm. Soon, that enthusiasm was going to disappear once Steve and Natasha arrive to Wakanda and tell her the devasting news.

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You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel cinematic universe #reader insert #sebastian stan #buckybarnes #fluff #marvel imagines #light angst #oneshot #bodyguard bucky barnes #bodyguard au #mob au #grumpy x sunshine #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x you #beefy bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #mini series

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