#armless bucky

[kiki-mimi222222222]

Even like this, they won’t give up on each other

#rc9gn #my sketch #rc9gn julian #stanked #rc9gn bucky #Bucky hensletter #my redesign #tw armless #tw limb loss #spookyzing #jucky #buckian #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #angst #mlm

[absideon-ephemeral]

Dog Tags | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x (fem) reader

Summary: there is something about Bucky’s dog tags that drove both of you crazy.

A/N: SET AFTER THE SHOW THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER. I have a head cannon that Bucky ended up moving to Louisiana and buying a house close to Sarah.

Warnings: (hopefully) tooth rotting fluff, mild language, Reader described as having boobs, suggestive themes, illness, idk what I missed so read at your own advisory I guess.

There was something about them.

Those fucking dog tags.

He wore them every moment of every day: didn’t even take them off to shower or sleep.

They were just pieces of metal (although they had special value to him) so you couldn’t figure out why it drove you crazy whenever you caught a glimpse of them.

I was a good kind of crazy though. One that would make you go feral for him. You never voiced this to your beautiful lover, but he knew. Oh, he knew.

After finding out about your obsession from Sam a little birdie, he would make any excuse to show them off. In the shower, working out, cuddling? Bucky did it all. (His favorite was seeing them dangle and slap your face while he has you folded in half).

But his ultimate favorite ended up happening on a quiet Sunday morning. . .

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It was early. Early enough to just begin to hear the birds chirp and see the sun start to rise. Bucky unlocked your shared front door and crept inside as quietly as possible.

For the past week, he had been away on some diplomatic mission to tie up loose ends left from the Flagsmashers. His week was crammed full of press conferences, meetings, and the occasional man hunt for a left-over Smasher. And for the past week, his stress has been through the roof.

It all started when he had managed to forget his dogs tags on the bathroom counter the morning he left. For the rest of the week, an unsettling weightlessness sat on his chest and the absence of the familiar, cool metal was strange. The tags brought him comfort: it kept him grounded and reminded him of who he is. On rough days, they acted as a form of emotional support - reminding him that he is James Buchanan Barnes and not him. Without them, a strange hollowness followed him everywhere.

And to make matters worse, you ended up falling sick with something close to pneumonia the day after he left. He was helpless and couldn’t do anything more than call and pester Sarah to check on you.

So he felt empty and stressed, but now he was home and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with you.

As quietly as possible, Bucky set down his bag and toed off his mud-crusted boots, making his way to the kitchen after. He tried (keyword, tried) to quietly recreate his mom’s famous chicken noodle soup for you, but it was a bit hard when his metal arm ‘clinked’ against the pot and bowl.

Once he was satisfied with the meal he prepared, he grabbed a glass of water and made his way to your shared bedroom.

Nudging the door open, he was greeted with the sight of your sleeping form sprawled out on the bed. Setting the soup and water on the bedside table, he sat on the edge of the bed to silently admire you.

There you lay, hair a messy halo on the pillow and small snores accompanying each breath. He took note that you were wearing his old red shirt with the words “can you give me a hand?” written across it (Sam had given it to him during a visit to Wakanda when he was an armless mess). But the thing he noticed most was the harsh rasp and rattle of your lungs with each breath. A frown fell upon his face as he decided wether or not to wake you up. On one hand, he wanted you to enjoy your, seemingly peaceful, sleep; but on the other, he knew that you needed to clear your lungs before you suffocated on mucus.

The thought of you not suffocating won over and he gently shook you awake. It took a couple shakes and the quiet repetition of your name to elicit a groan from you. From there, he began to gently coax you further into awareness.

“Come on doll, I’m finally home and want to see those pretty eyes. I need you to get up, hon.” He spoke softly.

Slowly but surely, your eyes opened and you had to blink a few times to clear them. Upon seeing the beautiful face of your lover you shot up, despite the protest of your sluggish body, and threw your arms around his neck.

“I missed you so much.” Your voice was hoarse from coughing and sounded so frail.

“I missed you too, darling. I know you’re probably still tired, but how about we take a nice, warm shower together, hm? That way we can both be clean and we can loosen up that gunk in your lungs.”

You simply nodded, too tired and on the brink of falling asleep against him. He wrapped you up in his arms and carried out of bed and to the bathroom. Once inside, he set you down on the toilet and turned on the shower all the way to hot. He stripped himself bare, save for his boxers, and then began to help you.

Kneeling in front of you, he placed his hands on your waistband, a silent ask of permission. You lifted your hips just enough for him to slide your shorts off. The shirt came next. But it’s what was under it that caught him off guard.

It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra, no, he was used to that.

But it was the fact that you were wearing his dog tags.

His dog tags.

The ones he left behind and had felt their absence all week.

Sitting so prettily between your breasts, shining and slick with condensation.

For a minute his brain short circuited - snapping into a daze as the bathroom began to fill with hot, thick steam. But it was your voice that brought him back.

“Bucky?” The small call was followed by a series of coughs that racked your whole body.

He immediately sprang into action, rubbing your back and pushing your damp hair away from your face. Reassuring words spilled out of his mouth like a poem; guiding you through it and reminding you to try and breathe. By the time the coughing subsided and you could breathe again, your chest hurt and your lungs were so tired. Bucky could see your exhaust and it pained him to see you so tired.

“Whats on your mind?” The question caught him off guard.

“Nothing hun. Just thinking about how pretty you look wearing my tags.”

A small grin broke out on your face, “you like when I wear ‘em?”

His eyes met yours. “Honey, I absolutely fucking love it.”

A raspy chuckle escaped you. “Good. Cause I want to wear them if that’s okay with you. Especially when you’re not here. It’s like I have you right beside me no matter what.”

Bucky smiled and stood up, stripping you and himself of the remaining clothes and guiding you off the toilet and to the shower. “Doll, you can wear them whenever you want. You can wear them forever if that’s what it takes to make you always feel safe and loved,” he stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to hit him first, “but I will always be by your side. With or without those tags.”

A small smirk crept upon his face as you fully joined him in the shower.

“You don’t know the things you do to me wearing my tags. Actually, I want you to wear them every day. That way, everyone will know you’re mine.”

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And he kept true to his word. Everyday, he would place those tags around your neck, making sure they fell just right on your chest. More often than not it ended up with him bending you over the bathroom counter and watching in the mirror as his tags slapped against your tits. And he made sure you always had them when he was away as well. No longer had he felt anxious or empty without them for he knew that they were always beside your heart.

So, it’s safe to say, that his favorite way of seeing his dog tags, was on you.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barns x y/n #firsteveroneshot

[lucky-bishova-42]

*Natasha and Wanda relaxing in the Common Room*

*Bucky storms in, pissed and armless*

Bucky: I swear I am gonna kill your child one of these days, Natalia!

Natasha: What makes you think that Kate has anything to do with this?

Bucky: Because her and Yelena are always up to shit like this *gesturing to his missing arm* They are little menaces.

Wanda: Come on, Bucky. This is Kate we are talking about. I know her and Yelena like their pranks, but they wouldn't go this far.

*Natasha and Wanda walking in the apartment later find Yelena and Kate laughing hysterically with Bucky's arm on the floor between them*

*Looking up, Kate and Yelena notice them standing there, and they immediately freeze*

Kate and Yelena, at the same time, pointing at each other: It was her idea!

Natasha facepalms.

Wanda, sighing and picking up Bucky's arm: I will go return this.

Natasha: Really, malen'kiy yastreb?

Kate, shrugs and giggles.

#mama spider #mama nat #mom wanda #bucky is done #missing scene fanfic #incorrect quote mcu #kate bishop #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #bucky barnes #nat is kate's mom

[delicatebarness]

bring him home | chapter three

Summary: Tony finds out.

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. Captain America: Civil War & Endgame? Grief. Mentions of Murder, Death and Sex.

Word Count: I haven’t edited it just yet so not sure. I’ll update once I have.

Masterlist | Previous Chapter | Chapter Three Remaster

A/N: I wrote this chapter before even finishing Chapter Two. It broke me. Also, this was meant to be chapter four but I felt bad after not posting for a while and just letting this sit here so here you go.

Tags: @alastorsdarlingdoe | @whiminiferous | @armystay89 | @bucky-just-needs-love | @esposadomd

I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVE MY WORK POSTED, TRANSLATED OR PUBLISHED TO ANY THIRD PARTY SITE OR APP. IF ANYONE SEES MY WORK ANYWHERE BUT HERE, IT HAS BEEN REPOSTED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

One Year.

Surrounded by Goats.

“How did Tony take it? You know, us being, well, us?” He questioned as he looked out to the Wakandian water, your head resting on his lap while you read. Sighing, you put your book to the side and sat up on your knees.

“He doesn’t know.” You played with a loose thread on his sling as you whispered the confession to him.

“What? Wait, you haven’t told him?” Bucky cupped your face which his hand, moving you to look at him. “Where does he think you are?” You move your hands around, gesturing towards Wakanda. “Why does he think you’re here?”

“I told him I’ve been coming here to meet up with Shuri,” You smiled remembering how grateful you were to T’Challa for opening Wakanda to the world, not only helping provide resources to other countries but also for giving you an excuse to tell your dad. “We’ve been working on a tech thing,” you move your hand over to Bucky’s armless shoulder. “Which, isn’t a lie.”

“You just left out the part that you’re sleeping in a hut, surrounded by goats, with an armless 100-year-old man?” Laughing, he shook his head at you while you just nodded at him.

It Still Wants Him.

“I lost a lot of loved ones,” you sighed as you looked around the small circle of group members attending today. “I lost a lot of friends, co workers, my brothers, I thought I had lost my dad at first and I also lost the love of my life.” You hadn’t realised your dad standing in the shadows of the entrance. His head was down as he listened to his child heartbroken over loss. The one life experience he couldn’t protect you from or heal. He wanted to see how your idea was working out, he wanted to see how you were helping people while you yourself have not yet been helped.

He was shocked to hear you say “love of your life.” He racked his brain on who you could be talking about, as far as he was aware, you didn’t care about romantic relationships. The others in group knew who you were, knew you lost friends, family, co workers and your brothers. Yet, they too were just as confused as your dad had been to learn this information. They had never seen you in any tabloids in regard to romance. Surprisingly considering who raised you.

They were asking all the same questions your dad was thinking. “What was their name?” “When did you know they had disappeared?”

“His name was James,” No, your dad thought, it can’t be. “Everyone knew him as Bucky, but, he liked it when I called him James.” He stared at you through the shadows, debating if he should storm in and demand to know the truth. He didn’t need to, you carried on speaking. Freely, opening about it all, all he could do was listen. “And, I watched him disappear after fighting Thanos.”

“I have never met anyone like him in my life. So calm and patient. It felt like a connection the second our eyes met for the first time. He was funny, charming and just all-around a nice guy. He had a lot of trauma but he worked hard to grow from it. He meant more to me than anyone could imagine.” You sighed, rubbing your left arm subconsciously. “There was a lot of tough times at the beginning, especially when you consider how we met and the complexity of us just knowing each other. But, I couldn’t imagine anyone else filling the space in my life like he did. I wished for him to be the man I grew old with, built a home with, possibly had children with.” You wiped a tear that started falling with your shelve. This was when you noticed your dad, you made direct eye contact with him and you had never felt so small under his gaze. Disappointment. That’s what you were. “Anyway,” you choked as you carried on, not dropping his gaze. “I knew us being together would have hurt so many people. That was the last thing I ever wanted to do. But, the heart wants what it wants and my heart, wanted him.” This was when you dropped his gaze and looked around at the fellow group members. “It still wants him.”

~

After the last member had left the sports hall of Midtown, you followed them into the schools parking lot. You lifted your head to notice your dad leaning against your car with his hood up. With a deep breath, you walked towards him.

“I don’t want to hear it.” You spat before he could open his mouth, you tried to open your car door but he slammed his hand against it. “Dad, please, I don’t want to hear it.”

“You’re sleeping with a murderer.” It was as if he hissed at you, anger spat like venom as he looked down at you.

“I’M A MURDERER.” “And in case you forgot what happened a year ago, I’m not sleeping with him anymore.”

“Y/N he killed-“

“I understand you’re still hurting, Dad. I would be too if it was you and Pepper.” He saw the pain you still carried from only ever hearing stories about them but never getting to meet them yourself in your eyes, there was also the love you had for a man you grew to know as himself and not a killer. “But, it wasn’t him. Surely, with that genius mind you’d be able to comprehend that.” His head dropped with a sigh. “He loved me, he was kind to me, he made me happy. Isn’t that enough for you as my dad? Not as an avenger or a son? Just, my dad?”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Looking back up, reaching his hand out to wipe a stray tear from your cheek. “You to be happy.”

“I miss him, dad, I miss him so much.”

Pulling you into his arms placing a hand on your head, allowing you to sob into his chest.

“I know, Kid, I know.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #catws #dad!tony stark x daughter!reader #falcon and the winter soldier #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #cacw #endgame #avengers endgame #the avengers x reader #tony stark x reader

[aurumacadicus]

Plz post a scene of Bucky finally catching up to Steve after being taken out at the knees. Please 🙏🙏🙏

The next time there's a knock on the door, Steve is passed out on the couch with a glass of water on the coffee table. Steve didn't get to 'love on' him very long before the meds kicked in all the way.

"You can't beat him to death. He's asleep," Tony tells Bucky imperiously as he opens the door. Then he sort of chokes, taking a step back in shock.

"...I take it that Steve didn't really have time to go into the extent of the attack before he passed out," Bucky drawls, stepping past him as if Tony isn't staring at the pinned-up sleeve at his left shoulder. "Punk. I gave him his painkiller right on time and he looked me in my eyes and whacked my knee with his crutch. He'll be lucky if I beat him to death."

"Um," Tony says, because he's never really known what to say in the face of their casual violence toward each other. His friendship with Rhodey is built on the fact that they like to cuddle a lot.

Bucky looks Steve over carefully, then sighs, dropping into the chair across from him. "Well, he looks like he's in one piece. I suppose I can forgive him just this once, considering that he was so distraught when he woke up and I had to tell him he didn't have anymore letters."

Tony finds himself shrinking in embarrassment. "Oh. Well, I thought--"

"I know why the letters stopped coming, Tony," Bucky sighs, rolling his eyes. "Kid meant well, and it's not your fault, I'm just tellin' ya like it is. 's kinda why we're here when he--" He raises voice. "Should still be in the hospital!"

"Snorkmimimi," Steve answers, face still pressed unattractively into the cushion beneath him.

Bucky waves at Steve tiredly, in a 'what can you do' sort of fashion, as if Tony is not gaping at his prone body in offense for being tricked. "Shithead. Anyway, Natasha's coming with his overnight bag, and I'll explain to you all the pills he hasta take, and then you guys can have some privacy."

"Okay," Tony starts.

Steve immediately swivels into a seated position, as if he had not just been pretending to be asleep to avoid facing Bucky. "Natasha's on her way?"

"Buddy, you deserve what's coming to you," Bucky drawls, leaning back in his seat smugly.

Tony looks between them in confusion. "I thought we liked Natasha."

"She was the one who had to pick Bucky up after I took him out at the knees," Steve says morosely. "I'm so sorry Tony. You'll become a widower before we're even married."

"We're not even engaged," Tony splutters, completely bewildered. "Why is Natasha going to murder you?"

"I landed on my armless side," Bucky tells him, and Steve howls in dismay about being skinned alive and dipped in salt and vinegar like a giant Pringle before he can even fold tony in half like he'd planned all along.

"He can't even tie his own shoes," Natasha mutters, rolling her eyes, as she comes to stand beside Tony. "How the fuck is he going to fold you in half. My god."

Tony wonders why Natasha feels comfortable enough to just walk into his house, then decides he actually doesn't care, because she does not look like she's about to kill Steve and also the bag she's carrying looks large and he's hoping it's not all medicine.

#aurumacadicus answers #missblackmrblue #stony #winterwidow #steve is so dramatic when he's on drugs lmao #bucky and natasha don't even care because they saw how distraught steve was when he found out tony hadn't sent any letters #all because of a kid trying to help him out lmao

[sebastiansluts]

Bucky Barnes is discharged and sent home with one arm. He’s a different more somber man, and he is afraid you’ll reject him, as an amputee. You’re his girl, and you prove to Bucky that you still love him as much with one arm as you did with two, except now you’re going to give him your virginity. Kissing, hugging, squeezing, blowjob, fingering, intercourse, tears of relief.

Bucky Barnes x Reader; virgin!reader NOT underage, veteran/amputee!bucky, first time sex, vaginal sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Bucky?" you asked quietly. He grunted in response and you bit your lip, gently taking his hand in yours, trying to ignore the way he tensed slightly, as if preparing himself for your words. You frowned, moving your joined hands so that you could swing your leg over his, settling into his lap, one hand still in his, the other up on his shoulder, his flinch more pronounced this time.

"Bucky," you said more firmly, waiting until he looked into your eyes. "You need to understand something, and I'm afraid you won't without something drastic." Bucky's eyes turned sad, and you hurried on. "Which is why we're doing this, here and now."

You leaned forwards, pressing your lips to his, and though he was visibly confused, Bucky kissed you back, untangling your hand from his so that he could grab your hip. You tangled your free hand in his hair, your other one smoothing over his shoulder, down his side, tracing the spot where his arm should be.

Bucky released your hand, moving your other hand away from his side. "We're not doin' that doll," he muttered, eyes downcast. You shook your head stubbornly, and pushed his hands away from yours, reaching down to your jeans. You undid the button, yanking the zipper down before quickly scooting off Bucky's lap to stand in front of him. His eyes were wide as he stared at you. "Wh-what are you doing sweetheart?" he asked hesitantly.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and dropping it to the side. "I'm getting undressed Bucky. Is that okay?"

He nodded dumbly, and you slid your pants along with your panties down your legs, until they pooled on the floor. You quickly took your bra off and dropped it, standing naked in front of Bucky, who just stared.

You walked forwards, kneeling between his legs, sliding your hands up his thighs. "Is it okay if I blow you Bucky?" you asked innocently, hands gently massaging his thick thighs.

Bucky gulped and whispered, "Please."

You smiled, hands moving his jeans as Bucky's hand tangled in your hair hesitantly, moving more confidently when you moaned loudly. He lightly tugged your hair and your head fell back, a guttural groan falling from your lips as your hands stilled where they were taking out his cock.

Bucky surged forwards, kissing you deeply, both of you gasping into the kiss. Your hands frantically tugged at his pants until his cock was out, and you broke the kiss, panting, urging Bucky to lift his hips. He did, somewhat awkwardly, pressed back into the couch for stability but you moved on, eagerly pressing a kiss to the tip of his dick.

Bucky groaned loudly, making your clench as you pressed more kisses along his dick, slowly opening your mouth as you did, getting it wet and tasting it, feeling it. You took him into your mouth, going as far as you could before pulling back, sucking at the tip. You looked up at Bucky, eyes wide.

"Oh Jesus doll, this is perfect, you're perfect, so good to me, I don't deserve you," he muttered, and your eyes narrowed in frustration. You released his dick, his hand falling from your head as he watched you stand. You straddled him again, sitting on his thighs.

"Bucky, you do deserve me, that's what I'm trying to tell you." You grabbed his hand, pressing it to your pussy. "You deserve whatever you want, you deserve to have me, all of me." You moved one hand to his armless shoulder and he shuddered. Bucky tried to pull back, but you held firm. "This? Is not going to stop me from loving you. This? Is not going to stop me from being yours, from being your girl."

Tears filled Bucky's eyes and he sobbed, burying his face in your neck as you released his hand, letting him wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You wrapped your own arms around his neck, one hand in his hair, stroking gently, letting him cry.

He pulled back, lips crashing into yours, desperate and passionate. His hand moved from your back, around to your pussy, fingers slipping inside easily. You gasped into the kiss, feeling him start stretching you out.

"You're my girl? Promise baby? Promise me this means nothing, promise me it doesn't change a goddamn thing," Bucky growled, fingers stroking your walls before pulling out, guiding his dick to your entrance.

You answered, "Yes Bucky, I promise!" as he pressed in, you lowering yourself down onto his dick, inch by inch, moaning as he filled you for the first time. You felt a twinge of pressure and then there was pleasure, your body going tense as you gasped in shock.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your back again, pulling you in close, tucking his face back into your neck as he panted, straining to not thrust into you. You held his head to you, fingers tangling in the hairs at the bottom of his neck. You slowly lifted your hips, testing the movement, and Bucky clutched at your hip desperately.

"It's okay Bucky, I'm okay, we're okay," you whispered, dropping back down and moaning, whimpering when Bucky's hand tightened even further.

"Promise me you love me?" he whispered unevenly, keeping you close.

You bit your lip, tears in your own eyes. "I promise I love you Bucky, and I always will." His shoulders relaxed beneath your hands, and this time there was no fear in him when you ran your hand over the place where his arm should have been. The tears in your eyes spilled over and you kissed Bucky deeply, clenching down on him as you came, overwhelmed with feelings. Bucky's dick twitched inside you as you tightened around it, and he came too, deep and for a long time.

When you finally pulled away from the kiss, Bucky was looking at you in awe. "You're really somethin' else doll. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm never letting you go."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #smut #no y/n #reader insert

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

can i request a steve x reader he leaves the reader for peggy and then regret, when he comes back he learns that the reader was pregnant and their child (a son) is 1 now and it's just all fluff. tyyy 🥺💕

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Death Grievance, and idk more baby fluff.

REQUESTED

A/N: Well, well, well, i do feel like this one was rushed but sorry on my part and sorry for such a long wait, I hope whoever requested this is still active and I given the much fluff that I could. Enjoy :)

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This day was known to you for your entire life, the day Tony created a time traveling device to bring back humanity, you knew in your lover’s mind, would look forward too. You talked about it before the mission to travel back in time with the team. “Go.”

“What?”

Steve tried to look for a glance of your eyes to convince himself you were serious. “After this is all done…” You say below a whisper, trying not to cry. “This is your chance, Steve.” He was confused to even speak until you turned around and looked up to him. “You can finally live in your own time–” Steve began to shake his head, knowing your mind was not in the right place to say things like this ever since their friends disappeared after the snap. “Don’t. I’m not going back–”

“But you’ve long for her, Steve. I’ve known it for so long–”

“But I have you,” Steve caresses your cheek but you don’t lean into it like you used to, “I found you and you gave me a life.” You shook your head and you failed to keep tears from falling. “You have another chance at life. A chance to live your timeline, Steve.” He brushes your hair out of your face, “But I choose this.”

“Give it some time to think, then. I want you to be with her. I love you so much, but it’d make me happy to see you in your time and your love.” Steve couldn’t fight back anymore, your mind was made up at that moment and maybe you were just in a state where you couldn’t think. So he gently kisses the top of your head and whispers, “Okay.” After the mission and successfully causing another destruction of a war, bringing back friends and family. You managed to fracture an arm and managed to save a life. “Return the stones and we can finally live in peace,” Tony said. It was a terrifying moment where Tony had lost his arm due to the use of the Gauntlet to end the war. “Hey, there’s my armless friend,” Tony says, in a monotone voice. 

“I still have both my arms, Tony,” You replied with a small grin. He grins, “Well, in just a few days, I won’t be armless either. I’m a mechanic, yknow that?” You chuckled softly and looked up to see Sam, following up with Bucky and then… Steve. He was dressed in the uniforms for the Quantum Realm, holding a case and the scepter of Loki’s, standing on the platform. He was smiling at the boys until he lost it when he saw you. Last night, he finally made the decision. 

“So?”

“I’m going back,” He says. It wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, but it still made you happy.

You smiled weakly, “I know.”

There was no kiss given after that nor ever since the first time you two talked about it. You two were spaced from each other. Though he still wore the ring and you wore yours. You noticed that Steve pulled something from his body and handed it to Bucky, talking to him and Bucky glanced at you then smiled. Sam too glances and waves. “So…” Tony says, walking towards you, “...how we feeling?” You looked over to Steve and saw him determined to drop off the stones and scepter at once but you smiled, “I’m happy.” Then Tony saw you walk away without saying Goodbye to Steve. 

The next day, you woke up with a horrible sound in your throat. You jump up and rush over to the bathroom, feeling things come up in an instant. A soft knock hit your door and in came Bucky, “Y/N?” He calls, he notices the light in the bathroom was on. “In here!” You call back, he comes towards the bathroom and gently knocks. “You okay?” You came out and had a toothbrush in your cheek. “I guess I ate something bad from the fridge. That casserole Natasha made.”

“Yeah, that’s probably been in there for a while.” You groan and spit out the paste into the sink. Bucky leans on the door frame, “I just want to know how you’re feeling after what happened yesterday or earlier–” You turn around and sigh, “I’m fine, Buck. I just…” You touch your forehead, “I’m just tired of everything.” Bucky nods and makes his way over, “I know.” He gently pulls you into a hug. “I got something that Steve wanted me to give to you–”

“I don’t want it.”

“But I think he wants you to,” Bucky slides something heavy in your hand and something small along with it. He gently slips from your arms and walks out. You open your eyes and glance down at your hand to see a small notebook and a ring. Steve’s Wedding ring. Its gold never lost its shine and his book filled with things he wanted to watch or read. Even small notes about what he loved about this timeline. What he loved about you. There are sketches of you in any scenario whenever he sees you. You slid against the wall and began to cry, holding the ring and the book close to you.

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1949, New York

The soft music playing in the back was just like what it was before. The sun shining through the silk curtains and the cars passing by. Her arms wrapped around his arms and her usual red velvet lips pulled into a smile. When the music ended, Steve twirls Peggy and holds her, slightly swaying. “You’re really not going to tell me what happened in the future?”

Steve grins and rubs her back, “It’s better not to. It’s in good hands no matter what.” Peggy pulls away and lets go of his hand, “I got to do some work, would you mind cleaning the dishes?” Steve nods and smiles. “Of course.” Peggy heads into her office, leaving Steve on his own to do what he needed to do. Making his way over to the kitchen, he trips over something behind the couch, peeking out under it. He noticed it was the Advanced Tech suit. Reaching for it, he picks it up, observing it again before something falls onto the floor with a clank. He looks down and sees an open compass. Reaching down for it, he lifts it up and he suddenly drops. A picture of Y/N. There was a moment where he suddenly forgot about Peggy and replaced the image but you gave him something he never thought he’d have in life. It was different from being with Peggy, he wasn’t so sure what it was but it felt different, things he wanted from Peggy was what he got from Y/N. 

Even after a few months with Peggy, he felt off. “Who’s she?” Peggy asked, Steve flinched and turned around to see Peggy who didn’t look upset. “Can I see?” She asks, Steve lets her take the picture and she grins. “She’s beautiful.”

“She was.”

Peggy looks up to him and she softly grins, “You loved her, didn’t you?” Steve didn’t want to admit it but he did. Peggy could read him and she pushed the compass to his hand. “Go back.” Steve lifts his head up to her. “What–” Peggy cuts him off, sincerely. “You spent more years with her than you have with me. I can tell you have regrets. You loved her, married her and you just let that strong woman tell you to come back to me.” Peggy holds his hand and kisses it. “You need to go back. This regret is going to take over you and make things worse.” Steve lowers his head and tightens his grip on the compass.

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2025

You woke up to the sound of wailing. Getting up from your bed, you make your way over to the other room, “You are such a light sleeper like your father, son.” You pick up your little boy from the crib and bring him to your bed to lay with you. Your son was just one year old and he was your little soldier. You struggled to take care of him because of how much he resembles Steve. His blue eyes and blonde hair, usually after a bath, his hair would raise up as if static was pulling his hair up. Your son coos and lays on his stomach, looking over to you as you fall asleep again. You wake up and notice your son is missing. You jump up and rush to search for him until you hear his Godfather’s cooing. You turn the corner and see Bucky playing with your son on the floor with the toys, Bucky turns and grins. “He’s almost walking, you know?” Bucky was helping your son balance on his feet, urging him to walk forward while holding him. 

“If you’re still tired, you can go back to bed, I can handle this little booger–” Your son smiles at him and you smile. “I might get cleaned up and take him with me to visit a friend.” Bucky nods and turns his gaze to you. “I’ll feed him and dress him.” You thanked him softly and left to take a shower. After washing up, Bucky managed to dress him up and feed him. You put your son in the car seat, buckling him in, making sure the mirror above him is fixed to allow you to see him through your rearview mirror. “Love you, bubba,” You place a kiss on his forehead and close the door to drive into town. Every Thursday, you visit a friend of yours and show her how much your son has grown and ask for some advice since she was there for you all the time.

You pull into the driveway and see the headstones lined up. You gently take your son out of the car and make your way over to one of the headstones. “She’s your aunt, now. If she was here, bubs, she’d be your godmother.” Your son coos and chews on his finger. Crouching down in front of the headstone, you read the name. Natasha Romanoff. You place your son next to you, holding him as he looks over to the trees and the leaves blowing. You were in your thoughts, listening for some thoughtful answer to give her some hope. You got so lost that you didn’t realize your son left your arms. You didn’t notice he was actually walking one step at a time to something behind.

You hear him coo and your head snaps to look. “Hey!” You stand up and your face drops. Your son was now in the arms of his father. His smile was struggling to appear because he was in disbelief, “This one knows who his father is, does he?” Steve says. You smiled with tears falling down your face as Steve made his way towards you. Wrapping your arms around him, you began to sob into his arms. “I thought you were–”

“I know, I know,” He says, leaning his cheek on your head, smiling at the usual fragrance smell you always had that smelled so good, “Someone told me that you’re my life, right here.” You smiled weakly and held both your favorite boys in your arms. “Please tell me you’re really here…” You breathe out, Steve pulls away to look at you and kisses you. This kiss felt more real than ever, it was the best feeling you’ve felt ever since the last week Steve had left. Your son chatters causing you two to pull away and smile at him. “Let’s go home,” Steve says, smiling with such pure happiness. It wasn’t too long that Steve instantly started becoming the greatest person in the house. You can hear him and your son playing, even chatting with Bucky who was happy to have Steve back. Everyone was happy and you never felt like you were neglecting yourself and your son anymore. 

Steve watched his son walk towards him, holding a small toy, “You walk so good, better than Bucky.”

“Hey, I got a sore limp, okay?” Bucky retorts, Steve chuckles and kisses his son’s cheek. “I think it’s bedtime for you, soldier,” Steve stands up and makes his way over to the chair to rock his son in his arms. Your son babbles at Steve and he gives him a stare, “Language, soldier. I didn’t ask.” Your son laughs and it causes his father to laugh. 

You were busy finishing up some paperwork of payments or just anything having to do with manufacturing for the industries of the Avengers. It was pretty late and you were relaxed knowing Steve was able to be there, but you weren’t too sure if Steve was retiring from Avengers work or taking a short break, for now, your family is now your priority. The lights went out when you left and you heard Steve in the bedroom. Peaking through, you see him sitting on the chair with your son in his arms, asleep. You laugh softly causing Steve to look up, he smiles.

“I can never get him to sleep within his bedtime,” You say, Steve looks down at his son and shakes his head. “Just needs a little patting and singing. Just like what you do with me.” You grin knowing Steve does fall asleep when you hum his favorite song and rub his back. You watch as he slips the baby into the crib and tucks him in. “I hope I’m being a good father. I’m sorry I didn’t know about this–” You take Steve’s shoulder and rub it, “It’s okay, I didn’t know either. You’re such a great father.”

“I’m just glad he doesn’t have anything that I had as a baby.”

You lean on his arm, “Even if he does, he’s going to beat up every bad guy in an alleyway.” Steve chuckles and pulls you into his side. Steve never knew he would miss such a great memory of spending his time with people who are truly his family. You and his son. Peggy would be very happy no matter what and that she has her own loving family. “I love you,” He says, you glance at him and he’s already looking at you. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you, too.” He kisses you softly and hugs you after pulling from your lips. This feeling wasn’t going to die for the both of you. 

You were sleeping but felt something crawling on the side of you, turning around, you open your eyes and see your son’s blue eyes and his large smile. “Say, ‘Good morning, mama’,” Steve says behind him, laying down as well. You smiled, “Good morning, my son.” Your son lays down with a plop and Steve reaches around and tickles him. “You’re vulnerable, you’re in no man’s land!” He says, your son giggles and kicks his feet. You laugh with them and brushed the blonde strands out of your son’s face. That day, you thought about bringing Steve and your son to go visit Tony. There were a lot of fun activities, you thought about having your son play with Morgan who very much loves him so much. Steve thought about putting his and his son’s feet in the water, which your son kept kicking the water and splashing all over, soaking Steve’s pants. 

Apparently at the time, you never stayed at the Avengers Headquarters and stayed with the Starks, so the photo album they had, had your pregnancy pictures and as well little pictures of your son when he was first born and his growing up progress. Steve enjoyed seeing the pictures of you being pregnant, you were just so beautiful no matter how big your stomach was and it made him slightly sad that he wasn’t there during it. The pictures of his son made him happy, too, seeing his first birthday pictures and his time with Morgan and Tony. It was a nice thing to see. That day, they had ended the night and Steve was waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing. Your son slept in the other room with Bucky since he wanted him for the night. Steve noticed you walked in and he made his way over to you. “I’m so tired–” You yawn, before you could speak again, Steve kissed you hard that time making you pull back in surprise. “Steve–?” 

“I want a new photo album.”

“Huh?” You ask in confusion. He chuckles, “I want a photo album of us.” He gently places his hand on your stomach, “And I want to live through this part.” Your eyes widened and you realized now why Steve was like this. You didn’t say anything and gave him another kiss. He smiles in the kiss and whispers an ‘I love you’ before carrying you to bed. He then got to live through the life he missed.

~

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[wintereyed]

CINDERELLA, BUT MAKE IT WINTERBARON.

Ok, let me run you through a hypothetical.

Say we take "What If...?" Bucky With The Luscious Locks in the zombie apocalypse universe. And let's also say this is post-TFATWS, time wise. After our Buckaroo is yeeted into the stratosphere, he wakes somewhere unknown without his arm. Lost? Stolen? Not important. Anyway, he has a much harder time trying to stay alive and unbitten now.

Picture him being chased, he has a whole horde behind him, and he barely makes it into this old looking ornate building that's an old library and as soon as he's in, bullets start flying into the zombies. The one about to bite Bucky drops -- someone is sniping them. Boom! Headshots everywhere!

It's fucking Baron Zemo. Yeah, you're welcome Bucky. He's been watching Bucky trying to evade those fuckers for hours and he's helping his ass.

AND. AND.

HE HAS BUCKY'S VIBRANIUM ARM!! (Maybe not even the Wakandan, maybe the OG Russian? You decide.)

He bamfs into view, decapitating some zombies with a sword too, just to properly impress his crush. Bucky is very impressed. In the end Zemo fits the arm in place by kneeling like the drama queen he is. And of course it's also a fucking marriage proposal. And what's Bucky gonna do? Say no and remain armless?

What do you mean this isn't a perfect fic idea? They live happily ever after.

#winterbaron #winterbaron fic idea #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #tfatws #marvel what if #prompt #fic prompt #winterella? #buckyrella? #why not?

[foxgloveprincess]

sorry to come bother you, but i wanted to ask if you maybe know a story that's been on my mind. it's about reader who's living in a new place i think and she has a broken arm and learns how to live with a temporary disability with dark!bucky, who is armless through the entire thing as well.

don't know if you know it, and again, sorry for asking, but i hope you know it, it's been plaguing me! thanks so much!

Hi nonnie! I’ve actually never stumbled across this fic before. Maybe one of my followers have? I’m sorry I can’t be of more help, but I hope you find it. 😊

Also, you don’t need to apologize for asking. It’s no bother. 

#✨rachel replies✨ #i love nonnies

[topherfoxtrot]

I like to imagine Bucky takes the metal arm off sometimes just because.

#bucky barnes #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #mcu #marvel #armless Bucky

[lumilasi]

BOII THESE TOOK ME THE WHOLE DAY

Anyway. 

Prepare for long ass explanation because these two pictures have a kinda long context/BG story to them.

So, I red this one fic a whiile back (I can’t remember which, but I’ll link it if I can find it) which had a darker version of Steve and all, and shit went down, lemme tell ya.

I was kinda inspired by that take on Steve and wrote my own story, now the difference being I haven’t published that one for several reasons;

1. It’s more of a collection of scenes and doesn’t have a proper plot

2. I find it has elements too similar to the inspiration source atm

3. I HAVE A LONG-ASS (grimmichi, a whole other fandom) FIC I NEED TO FINISH FIRST

  (probably....likely I start writing another one before I get even halfway done with that one)

Anyway.

In this story, which I only really sent to my friend @mad-hatter-rici the world is basically gone to shit and Steve is much harsher and morally ajar than the dorito we are more used to. Despite this he still adored his Bucky, because obviously he would. Unfortunately, this Steve’s Bucky began to go crazy due to the serum he was given, and eventually he turned into a complete psycho so Steve had no choice but to kill him. (The bg story for this world setting would be pretty different, there would be no WS period, you don’t need that kinda misery on top of everything) 

Naturally Steve was badly shaken by that experience, and became even colder than he normally was.

Then, he ends up in Wakanda by accident as his plane crashes (you know, Steve and planes don’t mix well) which would be the hidden and highly advanced nation it is in the canon.

He finds out there is ANOTHER Bucky living there, who appeared around ten years ago. This Bucky’s world was destroyed by the Space Grape (Thanos) but he somehow got sent to another dimension instead of dying. 

Also, this Bucky gained some weird magic powers while floating in between dimensions; he can look into people’s dreams and thoughts and walk on the astral plane. (these powers also protect him passively from people with bad intent for some reason, basically blasting anyone away who intends to harm him. I had a whole story behind the reason why, but I’m not gonna go into that because this post is already reeeally long, at least by my standards)

He’s basically a friend of the king (naturally it took him quite a bit of time to gain T’Challa’s trust) and occasionally does missions for him. (mostly he just hangs out in his plum farm and prefers not to wear his metal arm then, too many sad/bad memories)

So.

Naturally, poor broken-hearted Steve grows infatuated with this kinder Bucky, but the same time feels he doesn’t deserve the kindness given to him by our brunet given what he’d done.

FINALLY

As for these two pictures

Since Bucky astral-traveled into Steve’s dream to ease his nightmare, Steve is now able to do the same, spirit-walk to Bucky which he’s done in these pics.

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Such a long explanation just to get to that final sentence.

Wow.

Steve and Bucky (C) marvel

art (C) me

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #bucky bun #winter solider #captain america #alternate universe #fic concept #plums #fanart #steve x bucky #shipping #armless bucky #marvel #Lumi's art scribbles

[hydrasweapon]

// listen, Yelena’s hair was SO FUCKING AMAZING I can’t believe Marvel is finally giving us good fucking hair content, like we had to suffer through 20+ movies of just open flowy hair through two billion fight scenes and now there’s a bitch who knows how to braid

#hawkeye spoilers #(and all the fantastic Wakandan ladies of course) #(they know what to do with hair) #(but this stupid ass open hair crap from Natasha and Wanda (haha and Bucky)) #(it annoyed me every single time) #ᴥ ;; armless ( ooc )

[angywritesstuff]

Winter

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summery: you just missed him… you missed Winter

“So if that’s all Cap-“ Tony started saying but an alarm interrupted him. “What… FRIDAY? What’s going on?”

“Someone unauthorized accessed the perimeter sir”- FRIDAY said and everyone at that was ready to fight already

“FRIDAY Why didn’t you stop them?”

“I couldn’t Mr Stark”

“What… FRIDAY-“

“Tony we don’t have time for this”- Steve said while exiting the room

“I just don’t understand, FRIDAY should have stopped anyone from entering and let us know someone was trying to…”

“Yeah Tony that’s not really reassuring ”- Sam snarked

“That wasn’t my intention, birdboy”

“Guys stop it, this is not the moment. FRIDAY where is the intruder?”-Steve said trying to regain the control of the situation, because even if now wasn’t the right time to talk about it, he shared Tony’s concerns: something wasn’t right he could feel it, FRIDAY had always been able to stop anyone who tried to enter the compound, so why hadn’t she now? What was different about this one?

“She is in Sergeant Barnes’ room”- Bucky could feel everyone staring at him

“I didn’t do anything”- he felt like he should defend himself… He always felt like he had to defend himself… ALWAYS; it was mostly his fault, really: he knew everyone had gotten over his past, even Tony had forgiven him for his parents, he had finally seen Bucky wouldn’t have done it if he had been himself. Bucky was the only one who wasn’t ready to move on and forgive himself yet, he still felt the need to wipe the ledge clean like Natasha would say. And now this? What was happening now? Why had it always have something to do with him.

“We know you didn’t do anything wrong Buck”- Steve was always ready to reassure him, he was a good friend like that. -“let’s go see what’s going on? Maybe it’s not something bad”

“Right because a stranger breaching the compound to chill in Barnes’ room is something good for sure”- everybody rolled their eyes at Tony’s sarcasm. Stark pulled the footage of Bucky’s room and the last thing Bucky was expecting was a beautiful woman standing in the middle of his room just looking around. She didn’t even seem armed

“She seems armless”- Clint said and the stranger immediately looked right in the hidden camera’s eye

“You had to say that, didn’t you”- Sam snarked as soon as the girl’s eyes started to glow

“Hey there”- the stranger said and suddenly the camera went off

“Tony what happened?”- Steve asked, “why did we lose eyes”

“I don’t know… it’s like I’m cut off from the system. FRIDAY put the vigilance system back online”- Tony asked the A.I.

“Authorization required”

“What?”- Tony was speechless

“We have to go in there, she is trapped. Bucky’s room has only one entrance we need to keep our advantage”- Natasha started leading them towards the bedroom without even waiting for their answers.

They barely made it to the hallway that the stranger was already there, waiting for them.

“Hello there”- she said like she had always been there , like she hadn’t just entered one of the most secured place on Earth.

Tony took a step closer to the stranger while keeping her at gun point.

“What do you want? And why don’t you also tell me what you did to FRIDAY, while you are here?”

“FRIDAY, is that your AI name, Mr Stark? You should really be proud of her, she gave me a run for my money”

“I am”- Tony said, he really couldn’t figure you out

“Your AI is fine, I would never hurt such a masterpiece, she is just taking a break”- you said while looking patiently at all of them.

“I’m gonna ask you one last time, why are you here?”- you knew Stark was a second away from shooting you, but you were bored of your conversation with him already, so you moved your attention to the real reason you were there and once you did you only had eyes for him.

“Winter”- you whispered.

you had waited so long to come to him. You knew you weren’t supposed to, you knew he had asked you to wait for him to come to you not the other way around, but it had been so long and you had watched him almost every day on the news, you knew he was free so why hadn’t he come to you? Why?

The team saw you looking at Bucky and they really didn’t know what to do: they needed to hold you for questioning but they were almost scared of what was going to happen if they were to attack you: you had been able to enter the compound despite FRIDAY, what should they expect from you?

“Bucky”- Steve said

“Who is Bucky?”- you said before you could stop yourself and Bucky could have laughed at the irony of the situation if everyone hadn’t been looking at him- “Winter”- you said once again while looking at the blue eyes that you still dreamed at night

“I’m not the winter soldier anymore”- Bucky didn’t know what else to say

“What… Of course you are not the winter soldier anymore, you never actually were. Winter what’s…”- you suddenly stopped. Bucky could see your eyes suddendly shining with tears, they had barely started forming but he could see them and, without even knowing why, he felt his heart hurt for you

“Oh no…”- you started once again, only looking at him, you were at gun point but nothing else mattered to you but him -“will you look at the moon tonight?”- you asked to Winter

“What? The moon… I”- Bucky was speechless, he didn’t know what you were saying, he didn’t know what was happening… what he knew was that apparently he was crushing you

“The moon? This chick is crazy”- Sam whispered to Bucky who stopped looking at you to glare at Sam

“Winter, please tell me you will look at the moon tonight”- you were full on crying now

“Ok that’s enough Miss, you’re going to come willingly with us and tell us how and why you entered the compound”- Tony had had enough of it

“Yeah I don’t think so”- your eyes started glowing again and Bucky could see the change happening in you: there was nothing left of the soft hurt girl that he saw until a second ago-“FRIDAY isolate the avengers and put them to sleep right now”

They didn’t even had the time to attack you because bullet proof glasses surrounded them. It didn’t mattered how many times Tony asked FRIDAY to deactivate the isolation protocol, she wasn’t listening. You watched them slowly succumb to the sleeping gas, you could see Bucky trying to resist but not even a super soldier could last forever

“Goodbye Winter”- was the last thing Bucky heard before everything went black

“FRIDAY send me all the file you have on the winter soldier”- you said once you were sure all of them were out

“Of course miss”

“And FRIDAY. Im sorry to do this to you, but please delete any footage, any sound, any information you have on me from all of your system please”-you said while looking one last time at Winter before leaving the compound.

You thought you had found him, but he wasn’t your Winter, not anymore. Your heart was broken but you didn’t let yourself feel the hurt for long, you couldn’t break… you just couldn’t.

You kept walking, leaving as much space as you could between you and the man you loved… who didn’t even know who you were!

A.N.: Reader is inhuman but her gift has nothing to do with the one Blink has in The Gifted, I just imagine reader’s eyes would look like Blink’s when she’s using her powers

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

Masterlist

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[certifiedskywalker]

At Long Last Love has Arrived - Bucky Barnes

Loving Bucky has its moments; soft, tender moments that always seem to happen after he gets a good nights rest.

AN: Just a little drabble based off of this sweet lil diddy

Days when you woke up before Bucky were few and far between. On one hand you could count how many times you had stirred and stolen glances at your still-sleeping bedmate. Even if you did manage to wake without alerting him, Bucky would rouse mere minutes after with smug smile etched on his full lips as he caught you staring. On those rare occasions when you woke up before Bucky and he stayed asleep, you held tight to each second.

Though, this morning, you were clinging to the quiet peace on his face like a lifeline.

In the morning light that shifted through the blinds, Bucky looked as if he were the subject of a Romantic’s painting. His thick brows were relaxed, not tucked into their usual furrow that carved creases in his forehead. No nightmares, no terrors; he was sleeping soundly. 

Pink lips parted ever so slightly, in time with the steady rise and fall of his broad chest. Bucky was your breathing tide, his arms the current that held you close. Though, this morning, his arm, singular, was curled to his chest. He refused to sleep with the vibranium one on anymore. When you asked him why, he shrugged.

“Feel safe with you,” he said, “no need for it.”

You felt safe too, with Bucky. Everytime you tried to tell him so, he nodded through a frown. He had given you the speech before. The one about the access code to his brain, the series of phrases that trigger his transformation into, as he said, a monster. You had only seen it once before on video. Old security footage from Zemo’s first plot.

You insisted that you didn’t care, that the risks meant nothing when he was the reward. It was the only time you had seen Bucky cry. His face screwed up into a strained grimace and his eyes became rimmed red with tears he had been fighting. It was a sight that pained you.

It was a sight so different from the one before you now. Both of you, years after that speech, after Zemo, safe with each other. The change didn’t feel real. Almost too good to be true. It made you nervous. Not nearly as nervous as you had been cutting Bucky’s hair.

Shorn short now, the chestnut strands stuck out every which way against his pillow. Sharon cleaned up your work after Sam cracked one-too-many jokes about a ‘bowl-cut lookin’ job’. You were still getting used to the new look and his new, but still adorable, bedhead. It made him look softer.

So soft that you were tempted to reach out and touch-

“You’re staring.” 

You smiled at the low roughness of his voice. “Really?”

“Yes,” he drawled, his eyes still closed. “It’s really embarrassing for you.” 

Slowly, like the breaking dawn, Bucky opened his eyes. His lashes lifted from his cheeks and revealed the blue beneath his eyelids. A lazy half smile spread along his lips when he met your gaze. In a sleep-ridden, groggy motion, he shifted to lay on his armless side.

“Mornin’,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on yours.

“Good morning,” you beamed back. You reached out and brushed your finger through the locks of hair that were pressed against his forehead. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, actually. You?”

You shrugged in reply and Bucky squinted at you curiously. 

“Everything alright? You feel okay or-”

“I’m fine,” you cooed, brushing your fingers through his hair once more. “It just feels like it’s harder to get to sleep. I’m...I’m waiting for it.”

“Waiting for what?” He asked, concern lacing in his tone.

“The punch to the gut. The big bad that ruins this,” you gestured to the space around and between you. “this is too good to be true, right?”

Bucky shook his head in disbelief, his hand reaching towards your face. His fingertips, warm against the skin of your temple, brushed back a few stray strands of hair. His touch eased the thoughts that swirled about your head. You leaned into hand and held his gaze. Blue eyes, with pupils slightly blown wide, scanned over your face.

“As someone who's taken a lot of gut punches, I can tell you that they’re not worth waiting for.” Gentle hints of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “But, yeah. You’re right. This is good but it’s true, it’s real.”

“It is,” you replied, taking his hand and pulling it down from your hair to your lips. You pressed a feather-light kiss to Bucky’s knuckles. The feeling was enough to shove a shudder in his breath and bring a smile to your lips. Hooded eyes lifted but did not meet your gaze. Despite the new lightness in your chest, Bucky wore a fresh frown.

“I never thought I could have this,” Bucky admitted, his blue eyes holding your gaze. “Thought I would die before I even got close, got love.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line and, to combat the ache his words bloomed in your heart, you leaned in. Gently, your lips brushed against Bucky’s, a silent ask for permission. Wordlessly, he closed the gap and captured you in a kiss. His hand slipped from yours and gripped your chin, holding you in place against his lips. Slowly, you pulled away, letting Bucky try to hold you in place by briefly biting your bottom lip between your teeth. The feeling sent a shock of giddiness through you, accompanied by a slipping giggle.

“You’re in love with me?” As you spoke, Bucky’s eyes opened dreamily slow. “How embarrassing for you.”

You expected an equally teasing retort or a swift lunge that pinned you to the bed, a promise of pleasure to fill the silence. Instead, Bucky only stared at you through his lidded eyes. Warmth rushed to your face fast; the feeling surprised you. While Bucky never failed to make you weak, he hadn’t made you blush like a lovestruck school child in ages. Under the sweet intensity of his eyes, you could feel the heated blood brush against your skin in a fervor.

“Buck,” you whispered shyly, tearing your eyes from his. When you looked back up, he was still focused on you, his face, still relaxed, was serious, nearly unreadable.

“I love you,” he swallowed and added, deeper, almost sadder, “I need you.”

There was a tremble in his voice that shook your core. It drew you in, forced you to scoot closer to him and hold his face in your hands. Rough and scratchy, the scruff along his jaw nipped at the skin of your palms. You could have cared less. You pulled him in, melded your lips to his until you worked as one. Until touching Bucky felt like touching the sky, some ethereal thing that belonged to no one but the two of you alone.

You wanted to, needed to keep touching, kissing him but the need for air overruled you. With a small gasp, you broke apart. As you caught your breath, Bucky leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours. His nose brushed against your own, a tender nudge reminding you that he was there. Reminding you that you were safe.

“I love you too,” you said in a breath, “I need you too.”

You rested back, just far enough away to look into Bucky’s eyes but still feel the warmth of his body near yours. With your hands still cupping his cheeks, you pulled Bucky Barnes in for one more kiss, one more desperate than the last. Tucked into his chest, his lips, you closed your eyes. At long last, love had arrived; you weren’t about to let him go anytime soon.

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Put Your Trust In Me

Chapter 3: Steve

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4438

Series Summary: What if I needed to know what happened to Bucky in Wakanda, and I got tired of waiting for Marvel to tell us, so I made it up myself?

Chapter Summary: Steve is back from his mission. He and Bucky discuss when their future looks like.

Warnings: Smut, hand job, anal fingering, anal sex, switch!Bucky, switch!Steve, Nomad Steve, crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of trauma, Bucky has PTSD, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: big props to @samantha-lefay for beta-img this, and providing an endless avalanche of encouragement. she is massively inspiring, and i’m so lucky we’re friends. i love you, bestie 💜

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His morning chores done, Bucky lies in the soft grass, while his goats frolic around him. He was thinking of taking a swim in the lake beside his hut, but he’s too delighted by the goats to want to get up quite yet.

He’d taken time to name each of the little goofballs yesterday.

The caramel and white spotted girl who gleefully follows him wherever he goes, and always falls asleep on him the moment he sits still, he named Delilah.

The dark brown girl with black spots who chews on everything that doesn’t move out of the way fast enough, and fusses loudly about all the things in the world that she can’t chew on is named Molly.

The light brown girl with the white face who would carry on conversations with him, bleating at Bucky every time the man spoke out loud, he named Penny.

The cream-colored boy with the dusting of tan spots over his pale nose, who headbutts everything in sight—Bucky’s legs, the other goats, straw bales, rocks—he named Steve. The name seemed a natural fit after he’d tried to headbutt his sister and instead ended up in the lake, an alarmed Bucky quickly wading in to rescue him.

Penny bleats for attention and Bucky chuckles and skritches her head between her tiny horns. He watches the clouds while Delilah snoozes against his left side, her head pillowed on his armless shoulder.

He’d decided not to wear his prosthetic for the time being. Shuri was right, it was incredibly comfortable compared to his old one, but he still needed some time to decouple from the soldat, and going without the arm was proving a very efficient way to do just that. The soldat no longer lurked in the recesses of his mind, ready to spring forth given the right cues, but the memories are still there, and the metal arm is a big reminder of his time as Hydra’s pet monster.

Besides, all of the chores on his little farm could easily be taken care of with a single arm.

Ayo visits him everyday, talking and playing with the goats, sometimes for hours. She’s the only person he feels comfortable asking for help if he needs to put his hair up, or knot the blanket he uses to cover his shoulder.

Ayo told him the goats were Shuri’s idea. They’re mini goats, and will never get much bigger than a medium-sized dog. They won’t grow to the large size of the goats he sees at many of the other huts. His rambunctious little goats aren’t meant to be functional workers, or providers of milk and meat.

Shuri had given him therapy goats.

She reasoned they would help him with PTSD he still struggles with daily, and the truth is, after just a few short days with the capricious little cuties, he has bonded with them. They keep him company, and rely on him for their care. He feels valuable, and needed. Wanted. It makes him feel important that they trust him so thoroughly. One interaction at a time, he begins to feel worthy of that trust.

His mama always used to tell him that animals know your true nature, they can always tell what’s in your heart. His goats didn’t see him as a monster, and it made him feel human again.

Penny lets out an irritable bleat, and Bucky sees her brother aggravating her.

“Come on, Steve,” he tuts. “Don’t be mean to your sister.”

“Did you just call that goat Steve?” a deep voice asks.

Bucky looks up, startled that was so preoccupied with his goats he didn’t hear someone walking up on him. The sun is blotted out by Steve Rogers broad shoulders. His amused face looking down at Bucky with affection.

Bucky blinks up at him. “Yeah, well, he’s blonde, cute but kinda dumb, and picks a fight with everything that moves. It just came to me.”

Steve bends down to rub Delilah’s head where she still sleeps against Bucky. The gesture seems to be the cue for the other goats to swarm him, their loud bleating wakes up Delilah, and she joins the ruckus.

Bucky sits up, and Steve holds his hand out to help him up, and for the first time since Shuri woke him from cryo a week ago, he accepts the offered help.

Steve wraps Bucky in a great big hug, and curls his hand around the base of Bucky’s skull to pull him in for a kiss.

It’s their first real kiss in six months, and Steve’s head spins because he’s so caught up in the way Bucky feels against him, he forgets to breathe.

Bucky pulls away, “Jesus Steve. You stink. And that’s saying something because I was just laying on the ground with goats.”

“I know. I came right off the quinjet. I couldn’t wait to see you.”

Bucky tugs him toward the lake, “C’mon, let me clean you up.”

He lets Steve help him strip off his clothes before peeling off his tactical gear. They wade into the lake together. Bucky’s suddenly grateful that T’Challa and Shuri had put him in a hut that’s isolated from the others so he has some peace and quiet while he recovers.

It makes it easier to skinny dip with his boyfriend.

They swim out to the middle of the lake, and take turns dipping under the water and helping each other scrub off the accumulated sweat and dirt. Bucky spends extra time admiring Steve’s soft beard, and long, shaggy hair. It’s the first time he’s ever seen Steve this unkempt. He isn’t shy about admitting how much he likes it.

“Do I smell better yet?” Steve grins.

Bucky leans in to kiss him. He wraps his arm around Steve’s neck to plaster their chests together, and Steve guesses that’s as good an answer as any. His hands go to Bucky’s hips, and he hums into the kiss.

“God I missed you, Stevie,” Bucky breaks the kiss to gasp against Steve’s mouth. The three days without him seemed to stretch on for miles. A lot had happened in a very short amount of time, and he missed Steve’s strong and supportive presence.

“Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.”

Bucky’s cock is diamond hard, and he just needs a little friction, so his arm goes around Steve’s waist to pull their hips tighter, groaning a curse when their dicks slip together and he finds Steve just as hard as he is.

Steve grinds their bodies together with a desperate sound. “Fuck, I missed your cock, Buck,” he purrs. His hand dives under the water, and slips between them to circle their dicks. “Miss the way you taste, ‘n the way you fill me up when you fuck me.”

A shudder rolls through them both when Steve jacks a fist over their shafts. Even Steve’s big hand can’t go all the way around them, but it gets the job done. Bucky tangles his hand in Steve’s wet hair, and kisses him hungrily. Teeth nipping at soft lips, tongues greedily sliding together, mouths possessive, hungry, demanding. Their chests heave with panted breaths, as they swallow each other’s moans.

Steve works them harder, his hand jerking them fast, squeezing them just right. Bucky gasps, “Fuck, ‘m gonna come. Don’t stop.”

“‘M not stoppin’, sweetheart . ‘M close too. Need to see you come for me. Shit, do it now.”

They come together with loud groans, bodies squeezed so tight against each other their noses are smashed together and they share each other’s huffed breaths. Their cocks slip against each other like steel covered in silk as they throb and twitch themselves empty in the murky water of the lake.

Sated for the moment, they lean back in the water and float along silently for awhile shoulder-to-shoulder. The cool vibranium plating over Bucky’s shoulder keeps bumping against Steve, and eventually he pauses to take a good look at it. The gold and black metal catches the sunlight, throwing off sparks of light—a million golden diamonds scattering across his vision like stars.

“Shuri did a hell of a job with your arm,” he says, sounding a little awestruck.

“She sure did. The new one is so light. It almost feels like it isn’t even there. And quiet! It’s so quiet I almost forget it isn��t my real arm.” He presses his lips together before saying, “It’s still hard to wear it. Even though it looks different. I’m still wrestling with a lot of the Winter Soldier’s memories, and that damn silver arm shows up in all of them, you know?”

Steve hums his assent, and suddenly rights himself in the water with a splash. “Did it work, Buck?” It’s the question he’s been dying to ask ever since his boot touched Wakandan soil this afternoon. There’s no need to specify what it is.

Bucky rights himself now too. “It did. Steve, they can’t control me anymore. They don’t work anymore.” He taps his temple, “For the first time in forever I’m all alone in here. It’s just me now.” Suddenly there's a lump in his throat, and his voice breaks when he repeats himself, “They don’t work anymore.”

Unbidden, a sob tears its way out of his chest. Steve pulls him close, and Bucky buries his head against Steve’s neck, and lets loose the emotions he’s been carefully holding back ever since Ayo told him he was free.

Steve soothes him gently, tells Bucky he’s there for him, no matter what happens. But he’s in no hurry to end Bucky’s tears. The man had been through hell: brainwashed, turned into a weapon, controlled by monsters, and abused in ways he still couldn’t talk about—not even with Steve. So Steve would float here in this big, beautiful lake in Africa, and let Bucky unburden the weight on his soul for as long as it took to bring him some measure of peace. He needed the man he loved to know he’d never have to be lost inside himself again. He’d never have to be anyone other than Bucky. He’d never have to be alone. That Steve would march right into hell and punch the devil himself in the face just to save Bucky from the flames.

Because, even though Steve Rogers would break himself in half to save the world, he’d burn this whole fucking planet to ash just to save Bucky.

Finally tears give way to sniffles. Those give way to a soft apology mumbled against Steve’s throat. Tears have turned Bucky’s beautiful eyes a shade of blue so impossible it’s only written about in fairy tales. With an adoring smile, Steve refuses the offered remorse. Instead, he opts to baptize Bucky in forgiveness, love, and devotion, washing all traces of sorrow and regret off his beloved’s forlorn face with gentle kisses, and the warm water of the lake.

Bucky kisses him, wrapping his arm and legs around Steve’s sturdy torso. They slowly melt into each other, letting the lazy ripples of the water lap against their bodies and steer them wherever it may. But slowly the kiss becomes more heated.

Steve’s hands trace down Bucky’s spine to cup his ass cheeks, drawing out a wanton moan. “Stevie,” he asks, his voice soft against Steve’s lips, “will you fuck me? I need you.”

“Of course, sweetheart, but let's go back to our clothes. I’ve got lube in my gear.”

“Okay. But I’m staying right where I am,” indicating that he had every intention of remaining wrapped around Steve’s torso by tightening his arm around Steve’s chest, and nosing against Steve’s neck, “so you best start paddling, punk. Day’s a wastin’.”

Steve can easily swim for both of them, but in the handful of minutes it takes for him to get them back to shore their desperation for each other ratchets up so fast that, by the time Steve steps foot on dry land he’s hard enough to pound nails, and Bucky’s grinding against his hip and sucking hickies into his neck. Suddenly Steve’s painfully aware that it’s been six months since he’d fucked anything but his hand.

As soon as the bottle of lube is out of Steve’s gear, Bucky’s pushing him down into the grass, and impatiently motioning for Steve to squirt some into his outstretched palm. He does, and he’s trying to tell Bucky to slow down, but before he can even put the words together in his brain, Bucky’s already smeared the cool jelly over Steve’s cock, and is sinking down onto it with a relieved curse.

Which pretty much chases every coherent thought Steve’s ever had in his entire life right out of his head.

It has been so long since he’d felt Bucky’s familiar heat surrounding him, the exquisite tightness of Bucky’s hole stroking him, Bucky’s thick thighs working under his hands. Fuck, it felt like forever ago that he had last watched the man he loved fall apart on his cock like this.

Bucky immediately starts riding him hard and fast, almost as greedy for this as Steve is. Steve’s hands fly to Bucky’s chest, and he gasps, “Whoa. You gotta slow down, Buck. ‘M not gonna last like this.”

It’s been so long, the thought chimes in Steve’s head like a bell. The onslaught of Bucky he’s now faced with it nearly overwhelming in its intensity.

Desperate to get them both off, Bucky huffs, “Me neither. Don’t care. Need to feel you, Stevie, please.”

The last word is dangerously close to a sob. Bucky thanks every deity he’s ever heard of that Steve nods his shaggy head, and lets him chase his bliss.

“Fuck, I love the way you feel inside me, Stevie,” he moans. His hand is splayed over Steve’s broad chest, while Steve’s big hands squeeze bruises over his hips, and help Bucky ride his cock.

“God, you feel amazing.” Steve’s voice is full of gravel, and he groans low in his chest when Bucky’s hips twist just right. “Gonna make me come, Buck.”

“Me too,” Bucky’s voice is rough and strained.

Steve’s growing more frantic by the second, and he’s meeting each of Bucky’s movements, slapping their hips together with his insistent thrusts. He sounds wrecked when he buries himself inside Bucky’s tight heat and comes, his cock twitching and spilling warm wetness in Bucky’s guts. The feeling of Steve’s come spreading inside of him, and Steve’s broken groans are the push Bucky needed to fall over his own edge. His orgasm burns through him, and he’s striping come over Steve’s chest with a shout.

He rolls onto his back, but stays pressed against Steve’s side while they catch their breath. Eventually Steve rolls onto his side to look at Bucky.

“T’Challa and I are trying to get you pardoned,” he says.

“Ayo told me. Well, not that T’Challa was helping, but that you were working on it.”

“T’Challa still feels guilty over what happened between you two—what could’ve happened in Siberia—so he’s trying hard to make amends. The hope is that having the King of Wakanda as a character witness might grease the wheels. It would be a little easier if I weren’t technically a fugitive myself, but you know that shield can occasionally move mountains. Even though I gave it back to Tony.”

Bucky chuckles, “Because it’s not the shield that people respect, Steve. It’s you.”

“Be that as it may, it still holds sway over a lot of people, even though it’s not strapped to my back anymore. There’s still a lot of folks who owe Captain America a solid.”

“I thought you were going on missions though? How can you do that if you’re still a fugitive?”

A sly grin spreads across Steve’s lips, “I am working. Just not as an Avenger. Stark likes to pretend he’s the only hero game in town, but he’s far from it.”

“Well please don’t get yourself arrested,” Bucky snorts a laugh.

Steve twists so he can rest his head against Bucky’s chest. He replies with a chuckle. “What? Are you implying I’m unruly?”

“That is exactly what I’m implying.”

“I’m being careful. I promise,” Steve’s eyes are full of sincerity that helps allay Bucky’s fears.

“King T’Challa said I could stay here as long as I wanted.” Bucky says it with an air of incredulity, as if he’s still not entirely sure he deserves such kindness after everything that has happened.

“Is that what you want,” Steve asks, “to stay here?”

Bucky’s eyes survey Steve’s face, knowing he can’t lie to him. He never could. He presses his lips together and shakes his head no. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it here, but I want to be where you are, Steve. But I know I can’t go stateside. So…” he trails off with a shrug.

“Well, what if where I was wasn’t stateside?”

“You mean…. Here?” Bucky asks. Steve nods. Bucky looks around his yard, and back at Steve, “You’d really want to stay here? I mean, it’s peaceful, and beautiful, and the people are so kind and welcoming. I love it, but it’s a far cry from the luxury of the Avengers compound. There’s lots of chores to do, there’s no electricity or wifi unless you go into the city, and the roommates can get a bit rowdy,” he hikes a thumb in the direction of a straw bale where all four goats are sleeping peacefully in the warm sun.

“A: I love chores. B: I already love your roommates—that Steve fella sounds awesome–” Bucky snorts a laugh at that, “and C: the electricity and wifi thing may be an issue, but I’ve been discussing some options with Shuri, and I’m pretty sure I can work around it.”

“Does that mean you’ll still be going on missions and stuff?”

“Only if it’s okay with you,” Steve says softly. “If you want me to stop, I will, without question.”

Bucky shakes his head. “I’m not the only person in the world that needs Steve Rogers. And no one can keep them safe the way you can. Just as long as you come home to me when you can.”

Steve’s eyes shine with happiness, “Sweetheart, trust me when I say every single moment I’m not on a mission–I’ll be right here with you. And the kids.”

“Did you just make a baby goat pun?”

“I did, and I’m proud of it.”

“You know what? I’m having second thoughts about all of this,” he struggles to sit up, and Steve laughs and wrestles him down again.

“You know you love it,” Steve laughs.

“Damnit, I do,” Bucky grumbles.

The smile slips off Steve’s face. With deep sincerity he asks, “You know I’d put you above everyone else, right?”

“I do,” Bucky answers quickly, “but you know I’d never ask you to. Right?”

Steve nods. “Yeah. I do, Buck.” He lets his fingers skate lightly over Bucky’s body. Outlining all of the dips and valleys where skin is pulled tight over hard ridges of muscle; the soft curves that pad his stomach, hips, and thighs; the freckles scattered over his skin like stars.

Steve doesn’t shy away from the scars either. There’s the scars he remembers from when they were rowdy little boys much smaller than they are now. Then the scars Bucky gained when they were brave men much younger than they are now. And the scars Bucky received over the decades as the Winter Soldier. After Steve had locked himself away under an ocean of ice, his aching heart still unbearably full of the fresh pain of losing Bucky.

Steve pays particular attention to the saddle-shaped line of scars that drape around Bucky’s shoulder, where Hydra marked up their brand new monster seventy years ago.

Bucky shudders as Steve’s finger skates around the edge of the metal plating.

“Do you want me to stop?” Steve asks softly.

Bucky shakes his head. “Never,” he whispers, and drags their mouths together with a hand cupped against Steve’s cheek.

Steve kicks a leg over Bucky’s hips to straddle him. Once again Steve’s shoulders blot out the sun, casting a bright halo around him, outlining his silhouette in brilliant golden shards of late afternoon sunlight. His wide shoulders taper down to a narrow waist, his beautiful face coming back into focus when he bends to kiss Bucky. Steve is America’s golden boy. He’s also a textbook example of the golden ratio. More important than any of that—he’s the burnished gold center of Bucky’s lovestruck heart.

“I love you so much,” Bucky sighs.

His hand slips over Steve’s chest, slowly tracing down his pale, freckle-dusted skin. He runs the pads of his fingers over Steve’s Adonis belt to circle his heavy cock. Steve blows out a shaky breath when Bucky’s tight fist leisurely drags over his shaft. He noses along Bucky’s scruffy jaw, his huffed breaths tickling over Bucky’s neck.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Steve moans, “that feels so fucking good.”

Bucky teases Steve by nipping along his throat, “Does it now?”

A blurt of precome spills over Bucky’s knuckles, and Steve gasps, “Fuck yes.”

“Well, why don’t you scoot up here a little, and let me suck your cock?” Bucky smirks as another wet drizzle drips from Steve’s slit, and slides over his fingers.

Steve shakes his head with a whine. He’d love to have Bucky’s mouth wrapped around his dick, but right now he wants something else. “Need you inside me, Buck.” He gently pulls Bucky’s hand off his cock, and pushes it back behind his balls.

Bucky’s fingertips graze over Steve’s hole and Steve makes a strangled sound. Bucky curses softly. “Baby, where’s the-” He’s about to ask where the lube went, but Steve’s already got the bottle in hand, open and ready to coat Bucky’s fingers.

Bucky presses a slick fingertip over Steve’s asshole. He pushes it in, and Steve immediately groans, “More. Another. Please.” Bucky obliges him by slipping a second finger past his rim. A loud rumble bubbles up out of Steve’s chest, followed by a moan of approval.

“Fuck,” Bucky swears softly, “you’re so tight baby.”

Steve sobs quietly, “I missed you so much.”

“Shh. I know, baby. I’m here now,” Bucky reassures him with a kiss, swallowing the needy sounds Steve makes when Bucky starts fucking him with his fingers. “Not going anywhere,” Bucky whispers.

Steve nods against Bucky’s neck, and presses his overheated forehead against the cool vibranium plating of Bucky’s shoulder. “Stevie?” The whispered word next to his ear makes Steve realize he’d gotten completely lost in the sensations. “You okay, baby? Did I hurt you?”

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” he reassures Bucky. “I’m ready, please. Want your cock.”

He whines softly when Bucky takes his fingers back, but it turns into a sound of pure unadulterated lust when the head of Bucky’s cock presses against his hole. Steve rocks back against it, a grateful groan rumbles out of him when the tip breaches his rim.

Bucky’s hips impatiently meet him halfway, but Steve is greedy. “Jesus, Buck, please,” Steve sounds wrecked when he begs Bucky to fuck him.

With a strong hand steadying Steve’s trembling body, Bucky gives him what he wants. “Baby, fuck,” Bucky swears through clenched teeth, “you feel so fucking good.” He growls a curse when Steve’s hole clenches around him at the praise.

“You too, Buck,” Steve gasps, twitching out more precome over Bucky’s abs.

“Get your hand on your cock, baby,” Bucky purrs, and Steve eagerly obliges, jerking himself with a tight fist, in time with the push-pull drag of Bucky’s cock in his ass.

One thrust at a time, Steve breaks down. Pretty soon he’s rocking himself over Bucky’s dick, begging to come. Bucky quietly shushes him, then tilts his hips just right, and after a few more strokes Steve’s body goes rigid while he spills ropes of come across Bucky’s chest and abs.

“Shit, Stevie,” Bucky grunts, “you feel so fucking good.”

“So do you. You gonna come for me?” he groans.

“Yeah, fuck. I am,” Bucky rumbles. He fucks up into Steve harder, and Steve’s hands fly to Bucky’s shoulders, sun-warmed skin under one palm, chilly Wakandan vibranium under the other.

“Please, Bucky. Need to feel you.”

Then with a last hard push of his hips, warmth blooms in Steve’s guts as Bucky gives him what he asked for.

Once their breathing evens out Steve rolls over, molding himself to Bucky’s side, and propping his head up in his hand.

“When do you have to leave again?” Bucky squints at the fading sun, trying to hide the hope in his eyes from Steve.

Steve doesn’t need to see Bucky’s face to know what he’ll find there. Steve shakes his head. “I don’t. Not for awhile anyway. Told Fury I was going to take some time off. A month, maybe two. I’m gonna get us both settled here. Make up for lost time, you know.”

Bucky’s heart is a fragile thing, rapture at Steve’s words making it flutter frantically in his chest like a caged bird. “Really?” His eyes are blue and as pure as the sky after a summer storm when he looks at Steve. “You know you don’t have to? I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will.” His eyes drift over Bucky’s yard. “But I need a break. I haven’t stopped moving for six months. If I stood still for too long I just wanted to come back to Wakanda and wake you up. And that wasn’t what you wanted. So I distracted myself with work. I haven’t slept for more than a three hour stretch since I had to leave you behind.”

Bucky wants to say he’s sorry. He wants to say thank you. He wants to fuss at Steve for spreading himself so thin. What he says instead is, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck. I’m so glad you’re back.”

Soft bleating behind Steve signals that the goats are waking from their afternoon nap. There’s a soft rumble of tiny hooves, then Steve’s shoulder jerks forward suddenly, and he makes a surprised noise.

“I bet I know what just happened,” Bucky says with a grin.

Steve rolls over and retrieves little goat Steve from behind him. He scolds Bucky, “You hush your mouth, I won’t have you saying one bad word about my son. He can headbutt his daddy all he wants.” He hugs baby Steve, and sets the little goat down between them, and the wild little boy immediately headbutts human Steve in the chin with an excited bleat.

The three girls dash over to check on Bucky when he laughs so hard he chokes.

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@winterironmonth prompt -- SFW Tuesday: Trope/AU

Trope/AU: Arranged Marriage

I want to apologize for how chaotic the end of this is, but I’m not sorry about it, so. Make sure you blacklist ‘long post’ if you don’t want to see it.

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Bucky examined his face in his looking glass and wondered if he should try frowning less. He decided it didn’t really matter—he would be handfasted today whether he was smiling or not. He adjusted the wolf pelt across his shoulders. Steve had gone through a lot of trouble to get the Stark clan to bond to theirs. He already had a mate, so he’d had to talk Bucky up in his place. It hadn’t been easy; Bucky might still have the feared moniker of the White Wolf, but he was still down an arm. That put him pretty low on the list of prospective mates. He was somewhat surprised that Steve had kept him as second in command after his injury, except for that Steve had a loyal streak in him as broad as his shoulders.

The Starks had still been very hesitant and had probably only agreed when the rumors of Hydra coming to take their territory started being whispered on the streets. The Stark clan had one of the richest territories on the coast, and they knew it; a lot of would-be invaders underestimated them because they were led by omegas and attacked at least once. Bucky had no idea why invaders thought that that would make the Stark clan weak. He’d only had the misfortune to battle at their side once, and the viciousness with which they’d fought had nearly made his balls shrivel back up inside his body. Still, it would be better for their clans to combine, to show a united front against Hydra. Other clans were making noise about combining with them, too, now that the Starks had agreed to it. Most of the smaller clans looked to the Starks for guidance, since the Stark clan also offered them protection when they needed it.

“Well,” he sighed, forced a smile, then let it drop again. He figured he was going to look as good as he ever was. Nothing was going to hide the fact that he was missing an arm. He settled the wolf pelt across his shoulders again, frowning at the way it hung on his armless side, then heaved another sigh from deep in his belly and turned to head out toward the ceremonial grounds.

Natasha fell into step beside him a moment later. “We can go back to negotiations, if you really don’t want this,” she said quietly. “I’m saying this to you because Steve is willing to believe you’re happy to marry. If I told him that you had reservations, he’d put a stop to all of this.”

“My reservation is my missing arm and nothing else,” Bucky replied firmly. “And once I’m healed enough that Bruce doesn’t look like he’ll dropkick me for it, I’ll take up my weapons again.”

Natasha tilted her head, just looking at him for a moment. Then she smiled, and it showed a peek of her red teeth, painted in the style of her clan, the Black Widows. “Your missing arm will certainly not be the disadvantage you think it is. So long as you respect your new mate’s authority, he’ll have you, regardless of any missing limbs.”

“His authority,” Bucky muttered, hating the fact that he sounded petulant rather than disgusted. “What about my authority. Why can’t we both have authority.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Get all your grumbles out before the handfasting.”

“He’s ten years older than me, did you know? Thirty-five years old and an unwed omega. So picky his mother chose his mate for him, otherwise he’d still be mateless,” Bucky added, and this time there was some anger to it. “And I was all Steve had to offer them.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, frowning. “I can’t really tell who you’re angry at in that sentence. The Stark Matron? Her son, Anthony? Or Steve?”

“They could have at least let me participate in the negotiations,” Bucky snapped.

“Ah,” Natasha said, nodding. Whether she was nodding in commiseration, agreement, or acknowledgement, he couldn’t tell, and she’d never explain. “Anthony wasn’t allowed to participate in the negotiations either.”

Bucky stopped walking, staring at her in disbelief. Natasha kept walking a few steps before she realized, and then she stopped as well, turning to face him in concern. “Why?” Bucky asked, absolutely bewildered. It was one of the things the omegas in the Stark clan got to demand. It was why mating into the clan was so difficult, even for those of higher standing in other clans. Omegas got to make their own demands from a prospective alpha, and most alphas found it chafing in their patriarchal clans. It didn’t seem right that the Stark heir wouldn’t be allowed to participate in his own negotiations for a mate.

“Well, when you have a record of simply turning alphas down because you could never believe they actually want you and not your position, sometimes your parents have to step in,” Natasha answered slowly.

Bucky stared at her, speechless. When she didn’t continue, he finally managed to sputter, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Why do you think the Starks were finally ready to negotiate for a potential mate for their son?” Natasha scoffed, rolling her eyes. She crossed her arms and shook her head at him in disgust. “Bucky, they were one of the first clans Hydra attacked twenty years ago. While they beat Hydra back to the point that they’ve waited twenty years to try again, Anthony was injured protecting the clan’s nursery. He almost died. His scars haven’t faded at all since then. And he’s thought that any prospective alpha was only trying to marry him for social standing ever since.”

Bucky gaped at her. He hadn’t known that. He didn’t care for gossip beyond basic facts—yeah, Hydra had attacked the Stark clan, but they’d beaten Hydra back and the head family of the clan hadn’t suffered any deaths. He’d been a child at the time, so that was all that seemed important, and he’d just gone forward in life getting the bare bones of information because it was the least likely to have details to fudge.

“And now I am marrying him for social standing,” Bucky finally said, frowning.

“You’re marrying him to combine the clans,” Natasha corrected sternly. “And his parents gave him the final decision. He said this was probably the best offer he’d ever get, because Steve couldn’t pretend this was anything but political like the others.” She smirked a little. “Said he was a really bad liar. It showed on his face when he said you were handsome.”

“Steve thinks I’m ugly?!” Bucky sputtered, incensed.

“In Steve’s defense, he almost broke down crying and said ‘he’s got nice hair I guess’ and then Sam had to sweep in to rescue him,” Natasha said, lips twitching up into a smile. “You know Steve. He saw Sam and hasn’t looked at anyone else since.” Her eyes darted up to his hair, then back down to his eyes. “You do have nice hair, I guess.”

“I hate all of you,” Bucky choked out. “I’m leaving my tent to Clint and moving into the Starks’ territory. Even if I’m treated poorly, it’ll still be better than the slander I endure here.”

“You’re such a fucking baby,” Natasha sighed, rolling her eyes.

.-.

The Starks were already waiting at the meadow they’d agreed upon for the handfasting ceremony. Bucky’s eyes automatically darted over their bodies—compact, but muscular. Their guards were larger, and quite well armed. None of the Starks seemed to be wearing weapons, which seemed like a bad idea, but Bucky got the feeling that Maria Stark would happily gut him with her bare hands if he even so much as breathed wrong, with the blank, judging gaze she’d fixed him with. Bucky did not wilt. Bruce looked at him like that whenever he tried to do something he probably shouldn’t, so he was used to it.

Bucky turned his attention to Anthony, eyes lingering on the feathered cloak made up of vivid blues and greens only for a moment. Then his gaze was arrested by the scarring on his right hand. He blinked at it for a moment, then followed the scarring up, past his elbow, up to his bicep and shoulder, until it spread up his neck and face like a spiderweb. The eye on that side was clouded, unseeing, but his other eye worked fine—staring at him like his mother did, mouth a flat line, somehow blank and judgmental at the same time. Waiting for Bucky to show he was upset, maybe, or even disgusted.

Bucky opened his mouth to greet him, but to his absolute mortification, all that came out was, “Sexy.”

There was silence for a moment as everyone stared at him. Anthony’s mouth had dropped open into a shocked little ‘o,’ eyes widening as what Bucky had said registered. Maria and Howard Stark looked just as dumbfounded.

“I can’t believe you’d embARRASS ME LIKE THIS!” Steve howled, lunging for him, and it took both Sam and Clint to hold him back. “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH EFFORT THIS TOOK YOU FUCKING IDIOT I’M MURDERING YOU MYSELF!!!!”

“Oh my God,” Bucky said, mostly agreeing with him, and crumpled to the ground. He wished it would open up and swallow him. At least Steve wouldn’t have to bury him, then. He looked up at Anthony with a wince, hoping that the Starks wouldn’t whip marriage off the table for his faux pas.

Anthony had thrown his head back, laughing a deep belly laugh as if he’d never seen or heard anything so funny in his life. He lifted his left hand to cover his mouth, but it did nothing to muffle his guffaws. The feathered cloak he was wearing moved with his heaving shoulders, feathers rising and falling. Bucky had the thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful before.

Then Steve elbowed Clint in the gut, and Sam was unable to hold him on his own, so Bucky scurried between Natasha’s legs with a squawk. She sighed and rolled her eyes, looking very tired, but she did pull out her twin daggers and menace Steve with them to keep him away until everyone could calm down.

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