#and gone for Bucky 😇

[late-to-the-party-81]

here’s a little challenge for you: steve + bucky + reader + one bed. make what you want of it hehe 😇 congrats on 1k, jen! <3

In the middle of the night

AN: Another day, and once again, beds appear to be in short supply. Thank you for this thot, Lyn!

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Summary: What’s worse than sharing a motel room with the supersoldier boyfriends you have a crush on? Having to share a bed with them.

Relationship: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Smidge Angst, Minor miscommunication, pining, teasing, implied smut about to commence.

“Guys, I’ll just take the sofa. I’ll manage.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. It didn’t work though; Bucky just looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Really,doll? You might be shorter than us, but you’re not that short.”

He was right, of course. At 5ft 10 you were far too tall for most sofas let alone the one in the room of this ratty motel. 

“What do you suggest then? That we all sleep in that?” You nodded your head at it. It being the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

Steve looked up from where he was rummaging through his go bag.

“Seems like the only sensible option to me. Normally we’d offer to sleep on the floor, but…” He eyed what passed for a carpet in the room. You had to agree with him. The chances were that anything placed upon it for any length of time would be carried off by the roaches that were probably living in it. You shuddered at the thought and repressed a gag.

“Well as long as you two keep the mushy stuff to a minimum, I suppose. It’s bad enough when I’ve shared a room with you both before and you’re being all cuddly and shit. Makes a single girl sick.” This time your gag was for comedic effect.

Bucky grinned at you, and in two strides was next to you, arm slung around your shoulder, giving you a slight squeeze.

“Are you just jealous in general, or jealous of one of us, specifically. Wouldn’t blame you; we are both hot.”

“You wish!” You pulled a face and shoved him away. “Now go get a shower, Barnes. You smell of swamp.”

He pouted back, but his light blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Me! What about Stevie! And you, doll. We all fell in that water.”

“Yeah, but you’ve still got swamp weed in your hair.”

You reached up and plucked the offending piece of flora from his chestnut locks then, feeling impish, threw it at Steve. It landed on his shoulder, but he just turned on ‘the Captain glare’ as you and Bucky started giggling like children.

An hour later you were finishing off in the small, and frankly disgusting, bathroom. 

Bucky had used it first, scurrying in to escape Steve’s overdramatic ire and you had gone in search of food. When you got back Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his sweats and rubbing his hair dry with a threadbare towel. You threw bags full of food for your two enhanced teammates onto the coffee table.

“Cap in the shower?”

“Yeah - he won’t be too long. I’ve known that guy to have a full shower in less than 2 minutes. And after all these years, I’m still not sure how he does it.”

True to Bucky’s, Steve had stepped out just then, clad in his own sweats, short blond hair sticking up from where he’d given it a quick scrub. Gathering your own wash things and clean clothes to sleep in, you’d slipped around him, trying to ignore the loving look Bucky was throwing at his boyfriend.

Luckily there was enough hot water left for you. The boys wouldn’t have heard the end of it otherwise.

Returning to the bedroom, you mentally prepared yourself for an awful night’s sleep.It was bad enough that you were, once again, sharing a room with two men you had massive crushes on - who only had eyes for each other, this time you’d also be squished on the same bed, no doubt clinging onto the edge of the mattress and trying not to fall out.

The two supersoldiers were already lying in the bed, eyes closed, Bucky being the little spoon to Steve’s big one. They were scootched over so far that you were worried that Steve was about to drop off his side. Gingerly you climbed into the remaining space, your back to Bucky, and you switched off the small lamp they’d left on for you.

Moonlight shone through the thin curtains, casting weak shadows. You tried to relax but found yourself just staring at the strange shapes thrown on the wall in front of you. You could hear both of them breathing. 

Slow. 

Steady. 

Completely fake.

Bucky shifted behind your back, his arm brushing over your ass and hip. If he had been asleep you could have believed it to be accidental. It settled across your waist, a copy of how you imagined Steve’s was lying over his.

“Um…Buck?” You whispered out of habit. “What are you doing?”

“‘S not a lot of space, doll. We need to cosy up, so you and Stevie don’t fall out.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“He’s also like a radiator, sweetheart. And we’ve noticed you don’t like to get cold. Just go with it.” Great. Now Steve was joining in.

“It just feels… you know… weird.” Something about the darkness was making you feel braver than you had in a while. Although that bravery started to wane slightly when Bucky shuffled even closer and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Whaddya mean ‘weird’? I think it feels nice.”

You flipped over to face him, despite the fact that there was so little light it made the gesture pointless. You were getting frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually.

“Bucky. Your boyfriend is right there, cuddling you, but apparently cuddling me is nice. And for some reason Steve is fine with it.”

The shadows behind Bucky shifted; Steve lifting his head.

“Wanna know why I’m fine with it?”

“Cos you’re secure in your and Bucky’s relationship, and you know this is just practical?”

He chuckled, low and deep, and boy did the sound do things to you. Oh, god! How keen were his senses? Would he be able to smell your arousal?

“Well, yes, but also, no…”

Before you could question him, Bucky’s arm tightened around your waist and suddenly he flipped you both, placing you in the middle of the bed, wedged between him and Steve. Your hands were pressed up against Steve’s chest, his coarse chest hairs tickling your palms. Bucky’s hand was splayed against your stomach, keeping you in place, pressed against him.

“What the hell?”

“We realised something, doll.” Bucky was practically purring in your ear. His hips pressed up against your ass and…oh!

“W-what’s that?” You could barely breathe, frozen rigid in the bed, afraid to move.

Steve wiggled down the bed in front of you, so that your hands were on his shoulders and both your faces were level.

“That you aren’t jealous of either of us when Buck and I are being affectionate. You’re jealous of both of us. You’ve got the hots for both of us.”

You scowled, hoping that despite the low light he could see your annoyance.

“So, what? You decided you’d both tease me. Thanks so much.” You shuffled violently and sat up, kicking off the last part of the coverlet. You pushed up on your knees, but Steve copied you, effectively blocking you.

“We’re not teasing you, sweetheart. Let me finish. Please.”

The bed dipped behind you; Bucky getting to his knees too. Your head was a swirl of emotions. Confusion, want, frustration, and something that might have been hope. Steve took hold of your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the backs of your knuckles.

“We’re trying to tell you… we’ve got the hots for you too.”

“Majorly,” Bucky interjected. “It’s been torture these last few months. Fighting beside you. Sharing a room. You, being so close, but not attainable.” You could feel the heat radiating off him and all you wanted to do was relax back onto his firm chest. And you wanted to believe what they were apparently telling you.

Steve tugged on your hands, pulling you closer to him.

“You can’t begin to imagine how Buck and I have been when we’ve got back to our apartment at the compound after missions with you. How we’ve been so wound up, so goddamn horny thinking about you. Thank goodness for sound-proofing. I think we’ve fucked each other seven ways from Sunday everytime.”

Bucky had moved again; regained his previous spot plastered against your back. Both his hands were settled on your waist, just above your hips. He dipped his head, and his hair brushed your neck before his lips settled just below your ear. Testing you.

“Do you want us, doll?” His lips trailed down your neck and you tilted it to bare your throat to him. Your busy mind had cleared. Now only the want remained. Bucky and Steve were pressed against you in the moonlight, surrounding you with their scent and promising you pleasure. All you had to do was answer.

“Yes!”

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[thepsychewrites]

Daddy Kink | B. Barnes

ThePsycheWrites Kinktober

Entry Two: Daddy Kink

Daddy!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI ;; Smut, explicit language, penetrative sex, daddy kink, Mean!Bucky, but also some Soft!Bucky because we all know I like the duality, rough sex, slight dumbification/degradation, multiple orgasms (R receiving), clit play, pet names, established relationship.

Word Count: 659

Authors Note: The second entry to this years Kinktober! A slightly mean! slightly soft! daddy!bucky 😇 Pls let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are very appreciated!!

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“What the fuck did you just call me?”

Bucky’s words were growled into your ear, the entirety of his body weight pressing your chest and knees further into the mattress. He was balls deep in your dripping cunt, having already made you cum twice in the last thirty minutes.

“I’m, oh fuck-” You cut off, your weak words barely registered as he bottomed out inside of you, your mouth being shoved down into his pillows, drool forming a damp ring around it.

Bucky gathered a fistful of your hair, using it as leverage to pull you up to speak. “I asked you a question sweetheart. The. Fuck. Did. You. Call. Me?” Each word was punctuated with a harsh snap of his hips, his cock hitting against your cervix every time.

You cried out into the open air, fingers gripping at the comforter to balance. “I’m — ’M sorry, Buck… shit — it just s-slipped.” You tried to write it off as an accident, but your boyfriend knew better. Bucky knew you didn’t say things like that by accident, even if he was stuffing you full of his cock and fucking you senseless.

His breath was hot and thick at your ear, strong huffs fanning out around it as he still had an iron grip at the base of your neck. “No — say it again. I know you haven’t gone that stupid on me, angel. Say it. Louder this time so I can hear exactly what you fucking called me.”

Your bout of silence angered Bucky, his hips rutting into your pussy with a new kind of need. He was fucking you with no restraint, his vibranium fingers releasing your hair only to find new leverage at the center of your throat, squeezing and restricting your airflow. Your eyes rolled back, black fuzz showering your vision.

“Fucking say it.” He spat, his voice dark and gravely. Using your body to hold steady, he brought his large fingers right to your clit, using the cum that coated your cunt and rubbing it over in circles across your bud.

“Oh f-fuck, please Daddy, more…” You pleaded, no longer worried about what he might think of the title, but instead eagerly awaiting the third orgasm that was sneaking up on you.

The word seemed like a confession to Bucky. A confession he’s been waiting for you to reveal for years now. He’d never forget this moment, the way your sweet voice uttered the word now branded into his memory forever. This title made him remember his importance — it gave him a reason. A purpose. And he was determined to make you call him Daddy every chance possible.

“That’s right baby, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s making you feel so good, isn’t he?” Bucky was glowing behind you, a newfound appetite filling his stomach and fueling the snap of his hips.

The way you whined and nodded your head was all he needed to rail into you impossibly faster, pushing you right over the edge. Your tight pussy clenched down on his cock as it fluttered around his girth, more cum leaking out of your hole and dripping down your thighs and his dick. He groaned as the tip of his cock got trapped within your walls, swelling and swelling until it all became too much.

Bucky growled your name over and over as he came, long ropes of warm cum mixing with yours and making you feel impossibly full. Still rock hard inside of you, he draped himself over your back, nearly crushing you under his thick limbs and chest.

“Daddy wants his little girl to cum a few more times. Think you can do that for me, baby? Can you make your Daddy proud and cum around his cock again?”

It was hard to understand where his stamina came from, but you never complained.

“Yes Daddy.”

He pressed a wet kiss to the edge of your cheek, his grin evident.

“Thatta girl.”

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x f!reader #daddy!bucky #soft!bucky #mean!bucky #thepsychewrites kinktober

[evansbby]

poyt steve is an absolute menace when being mean to omega 😔. like in the morning he’s like “hey omega, how was your sleep?” (When he fucked her to sleep last night) and she’s like good 😇. and then he likes gets all kissy and shit and the the boys see him and then he gets so mean later 😭.

sorry if this is like one of ur asks❗️

ahahaha how cute! I can imagine poyt!Steve being all kissy with omega in the kitchen bc he thinks the boys have gone out. And he picks her up and puts her on the kitchen counter, cuddling her and asking her if she’s eaten, and if she wants daddy to feed her, and telling her what a good and pretty girl she is😌 you know, all that good babying stuff and he’s also kissing her like every two seconds, like he’s all like 😚😚😚 and she’s all like 😳🫣🥰 and he’s just cooing and then he turns around and sees Sam and Bucky standing there snickering their asses off bc they’ve been standing there for like the past five minutes and Steve is embarassed and angry so he orders omega to make him a sandwich 💔💔💔

#anon #poyt ask #orange-in-a-box #poyt drabble

[howdoyousleep3]

(since polls are up ive been inspired lol these feel like trick questions but i am genuinely curious 😇)

intern bucky vs baby bucky vs bunny baby: whos the sluttiest??

also: daddy steve vs senator rogers vs 3dwd daddy... who do u think is the horniest 😈

Such a good question! Okay, here is my ranking of these three, starting with sluttiest:

Bunny Baby

Intern Bucky

Baby Bucky

Bunny Baby is a wildly proud slut for his Daddy, is always down to fuck, is always willing to try something new, throws fits when he has gone a day without getting dick. He's just so open about it and confident and in a relationship where he thrives so he's firsts for sure. Also, he can ride dick probably better than any other character I write so that adds to the justification lol.

Intern Bucky is second and barely outranks Baby Bucky because he's like...a hidden slut. He doesn't quite know what all he's capable of, but once he finds something he likes 😮‍💨 oh boy, he goes a bit wild and shameless for it.

And Baby Bucky is our little baby slut. 🥰 He's the only one out of the three that would get more than a bit bashful and red in the cheeks when he feels extra needy or slutty, so he's an easy choice for third. Steve can make him feel like a slut and can make him love it, but he isn't shameless like the others are.

The horniest Daddy!! Also an excellent question! Starting with horniest:

3DWD

Senator Rogers

Daddy Steve

(I didn't mean for it to work out perfectly and for it to match up in couples but 😌 guess it was meant to be)

3DWD is always down to fuck. He may be the oldest Daddy I write (I think...?) but 😮‍💨 goodness, he has the highest sex drive. Something is seriously wrong if he has to tell Bunny that he'd rather take the night off. There have been countless times where Bucky has had to whine and pout and say, "Daddy, s'too much, c'mon..."

Senator Daddy! Honestly, the only reason he is second is because he doesn't have as much time as 3DWD to fuck around. 😅 And that he has to hide his relationship. 😅

Ugggghhh Daddy Steeb. The only reason he is last is because, while he's always down to fuck, he doesn't have this mindless urge to have sex all the time like the others do. Daddy Steve is much more intense and intimate than the other two, but no as horny. He's an emotional Daddy.

So fun! Thank you, bb! 💕

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[kocuria]

It’s ludicrous. Steve’s some guy he sucked off at a club, fucked over some artisanal chocolates until they melted into his sheets, and who bought him a painting he’s not sure he even understands but sometimes can’t stand to look at without seeing too much of himself in every single brushstroke. They’d gone out another time before Steve had to leave, to a pizzeria near Bucky’s apartment, the proximity making it impossible to ignore the siren call that was a night of letting Steve thoroughly devour him from the inside out.

Steve’s also considerate, though, and listens well. He’s someone who sent him a new, luxurious set of sheets in the mail as a replacement, with a note reading for your comfort and maybe mine. Really, he’s a bit of an asshole, but so is Bucky. He pushes away the thought that they’re perfect for each other, because he doesn’t need that mushy nonsense tainting this whole thing.

for You Like What’s in My Head by dontcallmebree (@iamthe-wo-manwhocan) - a Commander Rogers x modern Bucky story 💚 (15k, E)

full NSFW art embedded in the fic! 😇

created for @mcukinkbingo and @steverogersbingo (find my fanart and my edits on Tumblr)

SGRbingo: card 148, square C1, Commander Rogers

MCUkinkbingo: card kickflaw & kocuria, square I4, Age difference

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Title: You Like What's in My Head

Collaborator: words by dontcallmebree, art assistance by @kickflaw​

Rating: E

Word count: art - N/A (fic: 16k)

Square Filled: I4, Age difference

Ship: Steve/Bucky

Major Tags: n/a

Additional Tags: shrunkyclunks, Commander Rogers, age difference

Summary:

Bucky Barnes blunders through falling in love with Commander Rogers and tries to find a deeper meaning behind the expensive gifts and thorough fucking.

#marvel #marvel fanart #stucky #stucky fanart #stevebucky #stevebucky fanart #captain america #captain america fanart #steve rogers #steve rogers fanart #shrunkyclunks #commander rogers #modern bucky barnes #kocuria original #thirsty #sof'tato #dontcallmebree #steve rogers bingo 2021 #kocuria visuals

[gogolucky13]

Ghost of You [Sixteen]

Series summary: Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)

Chapter warnings: Angst. Canon-level violence. Mild swearing.

Word count: 3,347

A/N: Um, sorry in advance 😇 Thank you for all the support and love, as always! Hope you like! Enjoy! 😊💜 gif not mine.

Chapter Sixteen

The faint smell of lavender tickles his senses first. Then he takes a deep breath in, and there’s a fresh, sweet scent Bucky picks up on that can only be described as you. Sighing in content, he shifts to reach for you, his body feeling rather cold without you nearby. But when he doesn’t feel your figure in bed beside him, his eyes are fluttering open in search of you. A crease forms in his brow when its visually confirmed you are no longer in bed with him, and he picks his head slightly up from the pillow to glance at the clock. 

It’s a little after nine, and he deduces you’ve probably gone for some breakfast knowing you have a follow-up session with Dr. Walters around ten. 

Stretching his limbs and letting out another sigh, Bucky takes a moment for himself to enjoy this moment of rapture. Last night had an unpleasant beginning with your nightmare, but after your realization and having the chance to hold you again, Bucky got the best night’s sleep he’s had in a long time.

After one final stretch of his legs, Bucky finally decides to get up for a shower with plans to grab a coffee before he makes his way down to the viewing room to watch your session. Tony linked the cameras in Dr. Walters’ office to work with any computer or tablet soon after your sessions began, but Bucky still chose to watch from the viewing room outside the original room you stayed in; he liked the privacy and quietness of it.

Entering the viewing room, Bucky gently blows on the coffee he holds before taking a sip, the hot liquid burning its way down his throat. He flips on the computers, Dr. Walters’ office appears on the screens, but there’s something off with the scene before him.

From what Bucky can see, the office is empty. He checks the time, certain he isn’t early or too late for the session. But as he steps closer to the monitors, Bucky makes out evidence of what could’ve been a struggle of some sort. A chair is flipped over, papers litter the floor, and the glass from the coffee table is shattered.

Dread settles heavy in the pit of his stomach. Heart rate accelerating and mind racing, Bucky begins to panic—something is wrong.

“F.R.I.D—” He begins to call out in a shaky voice, reaching for his phone to call Steve. But just as he pulls it from his pocket, the alarm system rings out, the shrillness piercing his eardrums painfully. The coffee he holds slips from his hand and falls to the ground, the brown liquid staining his shoes and pants, but he doesn’t care. 

“Sergeant Barnes,” the AI calls out over the alarm, a hint of distress in the usually even tone, “Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers urgently request you meet them on the main floor of the southwest wing.”

In an instant, Bucky is out the door.

When he arrives on the main floor, it’s complete chaos. Agents and guards are rushing to various exits, the alarm continues to blast through the speakers and red lights flash to signal an outside attack is occurring.

“Bucky!” Steve calls over the mayhem. 

Bucky swiftly turns around to see Steve, Tony, and Natasha running towards him, all with varying looks of worry and confusion twisting their features. 

“Steve!”

When they reach the anxious super solider, they usher him away from the crowd, making their way towards a quiet conference room to convene in peace.

“What’s going on? Where’s Y/n?” Bucky asks breathlessly, the panic inside increasing tenfold. 

“Seems like you’re little girlfriend went and got herself triggered, Barnes,” Tony quips as they all step inside the room.

At Tony’s response, Bucky’s head whips in the billionaire’s direction, wide eyed and dumbfounded.

“What? How?” Bucky asks in confusion. “That’s not possible.”

Once inside, Natasha and Tony make quick to pull up various digitized screens of the Compound, intently searching for anything out of the ordinary.

“Well, it happened,” Tony replies, fingers rapidly moving over the screens before him.

“Where is she?” Bucky looks from Tony to Steve, desperation evident in his tone.

“We don’t know,” Steve replies firmly, “her tracking bracelet was removed.”

“Who removed it?” Bucky questions, mind still reeling from the uncertainty of the current situation.

“Well, considering only myself or Dr. Walters has that ability, and I know I didn’t do it, I’m going to go with ‘Who is Dr. Walters for 200, Alex.’”

Both Steve and Bucky roll their eyes at the billionaire, who continues to search through the screens before him in hopes of finding you. Then, Steve turns to Bucky with an earnest look on his face.

“Buck, I think you should go back upstairs and wait in your room until we know exactly what’s going on.”

Bucky opens his mouth to respond, but before he can, Tony’s voice interrupts him.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” he says in a warning tone.

“Working on it, Boss,” the AI replies, “there’s an outside source tampering with my system. I’m having difficulty locating… Wait, I just spotted Miss Y/l/n. Last seen entering stairwell B, heading towards the northeast wing.”

“Got her,” Natasha confirms, enlarging a screen with live video footage of you.

Without hesitation, Bucky is out of the room and running to where you are.

“Buck!” Steve calls after him, sighing in frustration because he knows it’s futile.

“Why would she be heading to that wing? What’s over there?” Natasha questions, green eyes still intently watching you on the screen.

“Tony’s lab,” Steve states.

“What would she want from there?”

Natasha and Steve both look to the Iron Man, who stares back with an intensity in his brown eyes as he recalls a previous conversation before responding.

“Nanotech.”

“Boss,” the AI begins, regaining everyone’s attention, “we’ve got unknown assailants making their way into the Compound through the south entrances.” The Irish voice stalls a moment before continuing, “They’re suspected Hydra agents.”

Steve shares a knowing look with Tony before focusing on Natasha.

“Gather the team, and go to the south entrance. Stop anyone who tries to get in,” he says, waiting for a sign of understanding from the Black Widow. When she nods, he then turns back to Tony. “Find Wanda. We need to get to Bucky and Y/n.”

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The air is thickening, throat tightening, Bucky has only one thing on his mind—getting to you. Steps heavy but fast, he quickly makes his way down the stairs to the level you were last seen on. As he descends the last set of steps, the lights flicker and cause him to stutter for a brief moment, glancing to the ceiling above. 

Shit.

Bucky picks up the pace and barrels into the vacant hallway that leads to Tony’s lab. The lights flicker again before cutting out, and he comes to a halt, waiting for something, anything.

When the backup generator kicks on, the space is dimly lit with sporadic red flashes causing Bucky’s eyes to squint as they adjust to the change in brightness. Movement from down the hall catches his attention, and when he focuses, it feels as if the air has been punched from his lungs. 

Standing at the end of the hallway is you, his Lotus, except it’s not. The vacant look in your eyes, distant and cold, confirms that you have been triggered. Forcing himself to take steadying breaths, he stares at you, and Bucky feels the current pulling him back under the surface. Lost, helpless, and scared shitless. 

He opens his mouth to call out to you, but the words are stuck in his throat as his mind tries to comprehend what it’s seeing. Devastated, not wanting to accept that you’ve been taken from him again.

Squeezing his shaking hand into a tight fist, he wills himself to take a step towards you, slow, methodically, as to not startle you. He knows you’ve been ordered to attack him, probably to kill him, he can tell by the look in your eye—intense and determined.

“Lotus,” he finally manages to say, voice strangled and small. 

You remain rigid, and Bucky chances a glance to take in your whole figure. You still wear the pajamas you had on last night, feet bare and hair disheveled. It’s clear to him now that when he woke this morning you weren’t getting breakfast like he had originally thought. 

The guilt begins to constrict his chest because maybe if he would’ve woken up sooner none of this would have happened. But he doesn’t get the chance to continue with those spiraling thoughts, because there’s a flash of silver in your hand and you start to walk towards him.

“Lotus,” Bucky tries again, a little louder this time but still pained. He raises a hand slightly, a pitiful attempt to convince you to stop. “You...you don’t want to do this.”

There’s no indication from you that you’ve heard him. Stalking closer, you adjust the hold on the knife in your hand, the blade ready to slash or stab anything you aim it at. And right now, your target is Bucky. Eyes directly on his being, nostrils flaring, you’re movements have no hesitations.

You are the predator and he is your prey.

Without warning, you begin charging. Bucky shifts into a defensive position as you draw nearer, ready to shield himself from your attacks. 

Continuing to run towards him, you jump and kick a foot off the wall when you reach his figure, using it as leverage to gain the literal upper hand in this fight. Swiftly, your arms and legs are wrapping around Bucky’s neck and shoulders in an attempt to bring his large frame to the ground, but he remembers your fighting style well. Stealthy, quick, silent. 

Like a lightning storm dancing across the night sky—beautifully mesmerizing yet unforgivingly deadly.

Bucky impulsively reacts, grabbing a hold of your body and pulling you off him. As firmly as he can without causing you too much pain, he forcefully throws you to the ground. The knife slips from your grasp, falling to the floor with a clang before skittering down the hall.

“Stop!” He shouts, hands tightly grasping your wrists to hold you in place below him.

Again, you ignore his pleas and struggle to get out of his grasp. The erratic beating of your heart pulses against Bucky’s eardrums, and he’s sure you hear his, too, and it spurs your rage.

“Plea—“

But the word is cut off when your forehead bashes against the bridge of Bucky’s nose. The grip he has on you loosens just enough for you to break free. A closed fist mercilessly connects with Bucky’s jaw, and you take advantage of his disoriented state, managing to get out from underneath him. 

Bucky shakes his head in an attempt to ease the pain, eyes scrunched as he feels the warmth of blood begin to trickle from his nose. The trembling of his arms makes it difficult to push himself up, and then there’s a harsh kick to his back and he’s collapsing to the floor. He chokes out a strangled cough, attempting to push himself upright again. Then he hears the sound of the knife finding its way back into your possession, and his eyes quickly snap open.

“Stop, Lotus,” he breathes, slowly finding his footing, hands raised in slight surrender. “Please.”

A brief moment of hesitation stalls your movements, but then you begin swinging at him. Metal clashing against metal echos around the empty hallway, heavy pants mix with pained grunts.

This dance is familiar to him, and Bucky is able to keep up with your movements until you’re tossing the knife from one hand into the other. A trademark move he quickly mastered as The Asset. But he has no time to consider when you were taught this signature maneuver because suddenly there is a sharp pain radiating from the lower left side of his torso, just below his ribs.

Bucky let’s out a groan, and he stumbles slightly backwards. A shaking hand comes to gingerly touch the handle of the knife sticking out of his abdomen, a tactile confirmation to the stab wound momentarily shocking his system.

But he quickly recovers just as you raise your fist to deliver another blow. Anger warps his features, and Bucky no longer holds back. With ease he stops you, metal hand clenching tightly around your fist, and then the other when you raise your opposite arm. 

Roughly, he pushes you backwards, your back slamming against the wall. Bucky cages you in, his strength intensified by the rage and adrenaline pumping through his system.

“Stop!” He screams. 

Chests heaving together, you squirm to escape his grasp, a frustrated scream erupting from your lungs, but Bucky is unrelenting.

“Stop!” He says again, and it seems you’ve finally heard him because your movements are beginning to slow. “Lotus...”

At that, your body slightly relaxes, and Bucky takes that as a sign to try again.

“Lotus, it’s me.” The words are breathy, pleading.

Intent blue eyes stare into the unrecognizable ones before them, noticing a brief flicker of recognition, which fuels the fire in his heart and veins.

“Lotus, please.”

You’ve stopped moving, watery eyes seemingly searching for something in the face before you.  Bucky watches as your mouth opens to speak, shock and confusion contorting your features. 

“Buc—“

But then there’s a commotion from down the hall, and your voice fades. Flashes of red, brighter than the warning lights, illuminates the space and suddenly everything goes black.

__________

A dull, throbbing pain radiating from his side is the first thing Bucky feels when he comes to. There’s also an ache in his head that prevents him from opening his eyes right away, but when he eventually does, he quickly shuts them again from the harsh fluorescent lighting. The soft, incessant beeping of medical equipment and the sterile smell of the room tells Bucky he’s in the hospital ward.

After several still moments of allowing his body and mind to sync back together, Bucky suddenly remembers what brought him to this part of the Compound in the first place. Risking the chance of causing himself more pain, Bucky quickly sits up in the bed he lays on, a wince and guttural groan erupting from his chest unsurprisingly.

As his mind becomes more lucid, Bucky can sense the presence of another, and swiftly turns to see Steve watching him from the corner of the room. He wears a concerned, yet serious look.

“Where is she?” Bucky asks, voice raspy from shouting and dehydration.

Steve begins to walk towards him, holding his hands out to gesture for his friend to relax.

“Buck, just lay—“

“Where is she?” He says again sternly, cutting Steve’s request off.

The Captain stops walking, letting out a heavy breath.

“She’s okay. Wanda stunned her and we have her downstairs, sedated.”

A deep sigh of relief falls from Bucky’s lips, but his shoulders fall in defeat. Jaw clenching in slight frustration, annoyed with your current situation and the fact you both might be back to square one.

“What happened?”

Steve stares at Bucky for a silent moment, intently regarding him. Then he relents, knowing his friend is just as stubborn as he is.

“C’mon.”

The two men arrive back in the original conference room, all eyes on them as they step inside. Tony and Natasha stand at the front of the room where they are reviewing surveillance footage of the attack. Wanda and Vision sit together at the large table, and Bucky shares a sympathetic and understanding look with the Scarlet Witch as he walks further into the room.

Bucky stands a few feet away from Tony and Nat, his eyes scanning over the large screens in front of him before he speaks.

“So, what the hell happened?”

He attentively watches and listens as Tony pulls up footage of Dr. Walters’ office from this morning. There’s a stutter in his breathing when he sees you appear with an unfamiliar male figure.

“That man,” Tony begins, freezing the video on a clear picture of the guard, “is Elliot Kohl. A disgraced Hydra agent who was recently released from prison. It seemed he was trying to please some superiors in hopes of buying his way back in by volunteering himself to go on what was essentially a suicide mission.”

Angry blue eyes stare daggers into the digitized profile, Bucky’s fists clenching and unclenching as he attempts to keep his emotions in check.

“Which was?”

“Triggering your girlfriend to send her on a mission to steal my nanotech, and to kill anyone who got in her way,” Tony simply replies. “This scumbug apparently attacked Walters at her home before she arrived today, and used her clearances to get inside the building. She was their way in.” 

Bucky remains silent. The screen begins to move again and Tony lets the video play out of what actually happened while Bucky laid blissfully unaware in your bed.

The guard roughly pushes you into the room before slamming the door closed. He uses the gun in his hand to instruct Dr. Walters, who can be heard crying and pleading with the guard to not hurt her family, to first remove your tracking bracelet. Bucky watches as you bring your shaking hand to Dr. Walters so she can do what she was told, and he takes note of your almost calm demeanor. It was as if you already knew what was going to happen and seemingly accepted your fate.

Then, Bucky sees the guard pull out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket. He hands it to Dr. Walters, instructing her to read what it says, all the while he keeps his gun pointed in your direction. 

Dr. Walters’ strained and frightened voice comes through the speakers, and she begins reciting a list of random, unrecognized words in Russian. As she reads each word, your demeanor begins to shift, Bucky notices. 

Suddenly, you’re scared. 

Your hands are clutching the sides of your head in an attempt to cover your ears. Then you fall to your knees as the words start to take their effect on your mind. And the rage swirling inside Bucky intensifies when he hears your pained cries, begging for it to stop.

When the last word is read, you become quiet and your figure stills, until you robotically rise to your feet.

“Gotov podchinit’sya.” (Ready to comply)

Again, the air is stolen from his lungs when Bucky sees you as The Asset. No longer the gentle and caring soul he’s come to relearn, his loving Lotus a distant memory. You’ve been turned back into a ruthless fighter, a destroyer with no free will.

“I don’t understand,” Bucky says, voice wavering as he watches you attack the guard. His body is thrown into the coffee table, glass shattering and papers falling to the floor. “Those aren’t her trigger words.” He can’t stand to watch you this way any longer, closing his eyes momentarily before turning his attention to Tony then to Steve, hoping for an answer from someone.

“Kohl told us Hyrda programmed a secondary set of words,” Steve informs, unfolding his crossed arms and placing his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “That’s what they were apparently working on when we captured Y/n at the Hydra base she was being kept at.”

“Do we think this was their plan all along?” Natasha questions.

“Perhaps,” Steve responds with a sigh. “I guess they were just waiting for the right moment to strike.”

“Well, they didn’t get away with it,” Wanda cuts in, her accent thicker than usual from emotion.

The violent storm twisting Bucky’s insides reaches a peak and he slams a closed fist onto the table, a tense silence falling over the room. After a moment, he regains his composure, clearing his throat and blinking away the tears in his eyes.

“I want to see her.”

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