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[navybrat817]

Best Man

Pairing: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky found the girl of his dreams and Steve couldn’t be happier. Word Count: Over 2.1k Warnings: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes, Mild Non-Con/Dubcon kissing (do not read if that upsets you), kidnapping, slight yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, threat of violence (not against reader), creepy Bucky and Steve, Bucky with glasses (It’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Happy Sinday! Soft!Dark Bucky won this round. The @nix-akimbo edit inspired this fic and is a submission to @angrybirdcr​’s 1K Challenge! Congrats, lovely!

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Gentle music and the scent of a mouthwatering meal filled your senses as you sat at the candlelit table. Steve Rogers, best friend to Bucky Barnes, refused to let you lift a finger as everything was set out, putting a plate down in front of you. It was your favorite meal. They put a lot of care into the details. 

“Steve, you need to take a seat,” Bucky smiled as he sat beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulders.

“In a second. We have so much to celebrate,” Steve said enthusiastically. If he were a dog, his tail would have wagged. "And what is a celebration without a toast?"

“Please don’t give a speech,” Bucky groaned with a shake of his head.

“I’m giving one anyway,” Steve winked at both of you as he grabbed a bottle of champagne, leaving no room to argue.

“Here we go,” the brunette mumbled, but there was no malice in his tone.

“Growing up, dames couldn’t stay away from Bucky. Some days, I thought I’d have to beat them off with a stick,” Steve said affectionately as he opened the bottle, chuckling as some of it overflowed. “He was kind to them. Always a gentleman. We both knew he was waiting for the right one to come along.”

Bucky reached over with his other hand, wiping away a tear that fell from your eye. The metal fingers lingered on your skin until you looked at him. The smile on his face was tender and full of longing. 

"We all know that HYDRA hurt him, but they didn't break him. He was never broken and he doesn't need to be fixed. All he needed was someone to give him a chance to see the good in him. He knew that person was out there. Then he found you."

Bucky's fingers left your cheek, gently skimming down the column of your throat as you looked away. Your skin somehow felt warmer under the cool touch, your heart racing as you felt his heated gaze on you.

"So when he came to me after all this time telling me that he met 'the one', I was thrilled. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to know who stole his heart," he went on, pouring each of you a glass. "He was so nervous for me to meet you that he didn't even introduce us that first day. We just sat at that café table while he went on about how wonderful you were. It was the sweetest thing. I wish you would have heard how lovingly he spoke about you, but you didn't even know we were there. That's okay. You know now."

Another tear fell as you listened. Bucky leaned in, gently wiping it away with his lips this time. He brushed another kiss to the corner of your trembling mouth, exhaling as he rested his forehead against your temple. 

"You looked so beautiful. Like you walked right out of my dreams and into my life," he whispered.

"Naturally, I did my research on you," Steve went on, pausing to smile at you. "And I was impressed. You were kind and patient. Smart. Good. An easy person to fall in love with."

You closed your eyes, trying to keep your breathing calm and even as the emotions threatened to drown you from the inside. 

"You can only imagine how shocked I was when he asked for help to make things official with you. I never thought I would live to see the day that Bucky would need my help getting a dame. I was always overlooked by people growing up, but not by him. He always helped me and stood by my side. I needed to help him, too."

Your eyes were still shut as Bucky turned your face toward his, cupping your cheek as he pressed his lips against yours. It was chaste at first, but it shifted to something more insistent. You tasted his desire. It was so strong.

"Getting you two together took a bit of time, but it was worth the wait. Wouldn't you agree, Buck?"

"Worth it," he agreed as he pulled away to let you breathe. His smile was so bright. It threatened to blind you. "Completely worth it."

"And the rest is history! You're here now. You have each other and I know you're going to have the happiest future."

You sniffled as both men looked at you expectantly. It was difficult to find the words, even as they tried to claw their way out of your throat. 

"Say something," Bucky encouraged, a goofy grin on his face as he ran a hand through his hair, the fingers on your shoulder lightly tapping. In the right place and time, it would have been endearing. But now...

"Let me go," you finally whispered, your eyes filled with desperation as you looked between them. "Please, let me go." 

Bucky’s fingers stopped as Steve stood up straight. Bound to the chair, you couldn't lift your arms to defend yourself. And breaking free wasn't an option. You tried.

“I knew we went too easy after that stunt you pulled,” Steve said as if he had scolded a child.

Bucky's eyes darkened as he suddenly gripped your chin, your heart slamming in your chest. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't soft either. Thankfully, he hadn't tried to hurt you. Yet. "Doll-"

"It's okay, Buck," his friend calmly spoke, urging him to let go. 

"I just…" Bucky swallowed as he leaned back. He looked more hurt than angry, taking off his glasses to clean them. You wondered if they were for show to make him look less imposing. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

"I know, but we stick to the plan," Steve told him, the chair scraping against the floor as he pulled you away from the table. The smile on his face was unnerving as he turned you to face him. And his eyes… They almost looked empty, but there was determination there that wasn't going away. 

"I won't tell anyone. I promise," you swore as he shushed you. In that moment, you still didn't know what you had done to get Bucky's attention. But now you had all of it.

"I just need you to listen to me. Bucky loves you," he said, holding up a hand when you began to protest. How could he possibly love you? "He does. And I know you'll love him in time. You two are good for each other. You're exactly what he wants and needs. And I know he'll be those things for you."

"I don't need time. I need-"

"I know waking up here was scary. It's an unfamiliar place, but you'll adjust to your new life. You tried to run already and that didn't work. Did it?"

You shook your head. You barely made it out the front door before you were dragged back inside. From the quick glance, all you could see were trees. There were no other homes nearby. No one was around to help you.

"You're home now," Bucky said gently as he set his hands on your shoulders, your body going rigid from his touch. "This is our home."

You inhaled sharply, trying your best not to panic. The room felt too small. It felt like a weight settled on your chest. It hurt. "I have a home," you whispered. They took you from it. 

"Your home is here now. It's your dream home. Exactly what you wanted and more."

You shook your head. The perfect design didn't make a house a home. It wasn't supposed to be a place where you were held captive. It wasn't meant to be a nightmare.  "I have a job. My family and friends," you argued, focusing on steadily breathing in and out.

Steve looked like he was starting to run out of patience and you quickly closed your mouth. "You don't have a job anymore. We took care of that. Your job now is to be good to Bucky," he said sternly, either not noticing or caring about the anger in your eyes. "And as for your family and friends… What happens to them is up to you."

You almost stopped breathing when he smirked. "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to check in periodically. See how things are going. Bucky will have rules set for you and we expect you to follow them. If you disobey him, he'll punish you. And then I'll punish your family and friends," he told you, every trace of false friendliness gone.

You were horrified as you gaped at him. He said it so casually, like he was marking off a list at the grocery store. "Y-You can't. You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can. And I will," he said as you struggled not to burst into tears. "Believe me when I say that none of us want it to come to that, so it's just best if you obey and fulfill your duties."

"My duties?" you croaked as you felt Bucky's hand wrap around your throat from behind.

"As my wife" he whispered, his thumb moving over your pulse. "I'll be the best husband. I promise I'll make it so good for you. You'll never want anyone else again."

You wanted to yell that they were crazy. That you had no intention of staying there and being anything to Bucky. But you couldn’t let anything happen to the ones you cared about. “Please. Don't…" you begged, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Shh, shh. It’ll be okay, doll,” Bucky murmured as he ushered Steve out of the way, moving around to crouch in front of you. He slowly wiped each tear away with his thumb, not allowing you to look away. 

"You need to-" he put his finger to your lip before you could say anything else. 

"Did you know meeting you made me feel again? I didn't even know I could. I tried. Nothing worked. But you showed up and I… I felt everything," he said in awe, tracing your lips with his fingertip. "I don't want to lose that. I'm not letting you go. I can't. But I meant what I said. I'll be good to you. All you have to do is love me.”

There was so much hope in his eyes. No one ever looked at you that way. Like you were a treasure. Something to behold. It frightened you. 

"I…" your words died in your throat as he slid his hand to your chest, your heart thudding faster and faster.

"Just. Love. Me."

“...You really won’t hurt my family or friends if I'm good?”

“Nothing will happen,” Bucky swore, making a cross sign over his heart. 

"You have our word," Steve added, his tone sincere. You almost forgot he was there. Almost.

"Can you do that?" Bucky pressed, almost desperately. "Love me? Be my perfect doll?"

You blinked the last of the tears away. Crying wouldn't help. Just like they wouldn't help. They were supposed to be heroes, but they were wolves in sheep's clothing. 

“Okay. I'll be good. And… I'll learn to love you, Bucky,” you spoke, putting the right amount of softness into your tone so it didn't seem fake. He looked over the moon as you said his name, leaning in for a deep kiss. Swallowing your cry of protest, you let his tongue take over your mouth. You already felt consumed by him. You just had to bide your time. Somehow, you’d get free. 

“See? Now was that so difficult?” Steve questioned, moving you back to the table once Bucky stood up. “We want to trust you, but we still need to be cautious. Buck will feed you until we know you won’t try to use the silverware on us.”

You merely nodded like a puppet in response.

"And when we know you can behave, you two can get the wedding date set," Steve smiled as he handed one of the glasses to his friend. "I still can't believe you asked me to be your best man."

"You're my best friend, punk, and I want to have the perfect wedding," Bucky smiled back, gazing at you as he sat back down. "I already have the perfect bride."

"Yes, you do. And she’ll keep being perfect for you," Steve's smile widened into something sinister as a glass was brought to your lips. It was as if your fate was sealed. "Won't you?"

The champagne wasn't strong enough to burn your throat, but the numbness took over quickly. "Yes."

"I'm happy to hear that, doll," Bucky said as he brought his mouth to your ear, his next words making your blood run cold. "Because I'm ready to skip to the honeymoon."

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