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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Take You Higher

Summary: Most people don't have an assassin waiting for them in the backseat of their car, but it's your lucky day.

Pairing: Assassin!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Almost 3.2k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, unprotected s/ex, car s/ex, p/ossessive behavior, w/eapons, pet names, canon divergent, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Nix provided me with a beautiful edit of Bucky and I began a new AU, A Different Call. This is for you, Nix, and I can't wait to share more of this world.❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was later than usual as you made your way toward your car, your gaze darting from left to right before you checked your phone. There was just enough light illuminating the lot where you could see where you were going, but not much else beyond your path. Everyone said it wasn't safe to walk alone at night, but you took your chances. The keys between your fingers made a quick weapon for anyone who got too close. If anyone was dumb enough to put their hands on you, the sting from the brass would be the least of their worries.

It’s almost fun when people underestimate me.

Your gaze moved to the ground before you got to the driver’s side, satisfied that no one was underneath your car as you tucked your phone in your bag. There were no vehicles on either side of yours for anyone to grab you and pull you in. If people had the chance to look inside your head, they might think you’re paranoid. You’d argue you had your own reasons to be. Danger lurked in the darkness, waiting to strike the moment anyone let their guard down.

What people didn't know was that shadows often lingered by the light and the most trustworthy of people wore masks in the form of smiles. You learned to live in the shade and make your own fragments of light. While trusting people didn’t come to you as easily, there were a few you let in. Those who didn’t mind living in the gray.

But according to the one you let in the most, you were the one who brought color into the world.

Glancing at the passenger side seat, you smiled to yourself as you got into the car and locked the door. Normally you reached right for the seatbelt. Tonight, you sat still and took a deep breath. A combination of a sweet and musky fragrance greeted you. It smelled like home.

It was why you didn’t flinch when you felt the muzzle of a gun against the side of your neck.

"Didn't anyone teach you to check the backseat before you get in a vehicle?"

The deep timbre of the voice behind you sent a chill down your spine that settled at the base. Daring to glance at the rearview mirror, you were met with a pair of cold blue eyes and a face framed by long brown hair. His lips were set in a grim line that accentuated the scruff surrounding them. Even with how spacious the back of your car was, he took up a good amount of space with his massive frame.

Death in the form of the most handsome man alive.

James “Bucky” Barnes. A former Army Sergeant turned assassin for S.H.I.E.L.D.’s STRIKE team. Most of the intelligence community referred to him as the Winter Soldier.

You simply called him yours, like he called you his.

"Maybe I’ve been waiting for an assassin to try and take me out. Only for me to flip the script and have him spare my life," you answered, smiling when he pressed the gun a bit harder against your neck. You wondered if he felt your pulse race through the metal. "Maybe even make him fall madly in love with me."

He didn't smile back at your reflection, but warmth filled his eyes in a familiar and tender gaze. "What if this assassin is already madly in love with you?"

You swallowed as he traced the barrel down to your shoulder. "Then I guess I win."

“We both win,” he whispered, sitting back in his seat and taking his gun with him. “Get back here.”

“You don’t want us to drive home?” you asked, though you made no move to put the key in the ignition.

“I said get back here,” he growled, your heart beating faster. You knew what that tone meant. You’d be lucky if you were able to walk tomorrow. “Now.”

Huffing playfully when you caught his narrowed eyes in the mirror again, you still decided to push just a little. “Bossy. Give me a second so I can- Bucky!”

You weren’t sure how he managed, but he moved your seat back far enough to grab and pull you beside him. And he managed to put his gun away before you collided with him. It didn’t surprise you though. Your man had multiple skills and was likely pent up from waiting in your car. You were pent up, too.

“Missed you,” he whispered, forcing you to straddle him.

When he framed your face with calloused hands, you expected him to pull you in for a kiss. But his eyes searched yours for a moment and you knew he was committing you to his memory once more. The love of your life had his head messed with a long time ago to the point where he lost control of his own actions and memories. While he was in a better place now, you never questioned when he needed to look at you for a second longer than usual.

If gazing at me grounds you, I’ll let you stare forever.

“I missed you, too,” you breathed, moaning when he finally brought his lips to yours and parted them with his tongue.

You didn’t realize how fast your heart was racing until Bucky slid a hand to your chest, teasing your breast through the fabric. Knowing he was back home with you was both a comfort and a sigh of relief. In the line of work the two of you were in, the promise of tomorrow was never one you could make. It made each moment that much more precious.

“Not gonna make it another minute without being inside you,” he warned you, shoving your dress up to your hips and careful to avoid the knife strapped to your thigh. You wore the garment, and the weapon he gave you, with the expectation he’d be home today. “Tell me you need me.”

“I always need you, Bucky,” you said, grinding your hips in a slow rhythm. Your barely clad pussy rubbed against the bulge in his jeans and it was enough to make his head fall back. “You need to be inside me? Need to feel my pussy around your big cock?”

“Yes. When we get home, I’ll make love to you,” Bucky snarled, making you gasp when he grasped your underwear and tore it from your body. “But I need to fuck you first, so be good and take my cock out.”

You rubbed yourself against the front of his jeans again to leave a wet spot before you raised your hips. “You better not be hurt,” you teased, but your eyes flashed in a warning as you unbuckled his belt.

“You’re free to check me when we get home. After we're in bed,” he offered, bringing a hand to your face again so you’d look into his eyes. No one ever looked at you with such devotion until he came into your life. “But I’m okay."

In a world full of lies, you trusted him completely.

"If you're okay, I'm okay," you whispered, wasting no more time as you unzipped his pants and reached inside his underwear. The size of him never ceased to amaze you. It also left you in awe how hard he felt in your hand when you wrapped your fingers around him. You might not make it another minute either without him inside you.

If anyone walked by and happened to look in the window, they’d get quite a show. At least before Bucky got his gun out and pointed it in their direction. The man would be able to find a way to shoot someone and fuck you at the same time.

"Take me in," he ordered, gripping your hips as you guided him to your waiting hole. "Please."

Bucky wasn't desperate or a man who begged. But the strain in his voice and the raw need that shone in his eyes, it told you how much he needed you. It was a heady feeling to bring the often cold assassin to the brink. It was also an honor that he trusted you when he let those walls down.

"God," you moaned as you sank down agonizingly slowly, locking eyes with him as you did as he ordered and took him into you inch by inch. It didn't matter that he didn't stretch you first. The sting was one you welcomed since you both asked for it. Who cared if you were a little sore tomorrow when you knew he'd take good care of you?

He exhaled as he allowed you a moment to adjust. It wouldn't be long until he rolled his hips up. "Only name I want you to speak is mine. Because if there is a god here tonight, it's me."

Bucky may not be a god in the literal sense, but he had been the beginning of your salvation. You walked beside him when he offered his hand. It was the path you were meant to take.

And you had almost forgotten how good it felt to have him inside you.

"Then fuck me properly, Bucky," you said, kissing him again because you could.

A low and dark grunt rumbled against your lips as he moved beneath you. Your body enveloped him in a tender and heated embrace, welcoming him home. He'd encourage you to ride him and match his pace shortly. For now, you savored every thrust of his cock, thick and bare, nothing separating you. Both of you preferred it that way.

"Ride it. Show me how much you missed me," he groaned after a minute, bringing a strong hand to the back of your neck. Your heart raced as you watched his eyes darken more. "Look at me. Don't you fucking look away."

A whimper fell from your lips, eager to please him as you braced yourself on his shoulders and raised your hips. The slow slide of his cock along your slick walls felt heavenly before you moved back down. You'd bounce on his cock all night if he let you. "So full," you moaned, never wanting to be empty again.

“Still tight no matter how many times I fuck you,” he said, licking his lips as he leaned back against the seat. The slight shift in the angle had him pushing deeper inside you and you weren’t ashamed of the loud cry you let out. “Perfect pussy and it’s all mine.”

You clenched around him at his words, your body tingling as you fucked yourself on his cock. He met you halfway, a subtle indication that you were equals and partners. Two halves of a whole. Living, breathing proof that soulmates existed in some capacity.

A reward for the hell you both went through.

“I need you to come in me,” you begged, shuddering when the head of his cock brushed your g-spot. Unduliated pleasure rippled from head to toe as he swore in Russian. His release dripping out of you later would serve as a beautiful reminder of his claim. He had every part of you. “Please. I've been so empty without you."

"I need you to come on it first,” he groaned, fucking up into with enough force that you had to grip his shirt to hold on. You weren't just heading toward your climax. He was going to catapult you there. “Give it to me and I’ll give it to you. Come. Make a mess all over me.”

Bucky gripped your chin before your head could fall back, making sure you stared in his eyes as you came. Your pleasure belonged to him and you accepted that as you shivered through your orgasm, unashamedly gushing around him. Your pussy was exceptionally greedy when it came to him and you weren’t ready to come down from the high just yet.

“That’s it. Give me everything,” he demanded, holding you still so he could thrust deep and chase his own release. Your walls twitched, the wet, sucking sound adding to the addition of your soft moans and his grunts. You gave it all and were ready to take everything he gave you in return.

“Give it to me, too, Bucky," you pleaded through the haze. "I can take it.”

He pressed his forehead to yours as he moaned your name, holding you close as he spilled inside you. Bringing a hand up to grip his hair as his hips stilled, you smiled as he let out another moan. You breathed heavily before giving him a peck on the lips, smiling wider as he began to catch his breath. His eyes always took on a gorgeous shade of blue when pleasure clouded them.

“Welcome home,” you exhaled, trying to move beside him.

“Wait,” he whispered, firmly bringing your hips back down and keeping him around his thick thighs. You gasped at the friction against your clit, your body wanting more already. “Just. Stay like this.”

He buried his face against the side of your neck, nosing along your skin as he evened out his breathing. It was almost a ritual when he came back from an assignment to hold you this way. If you weren’t in your car, your clothes would have been torn to shreds or thrown on the floor. Which you fully expected once he drove you home.

And you would make him drive since he decided to ambush you in the best possible way.

“You sure you’re okay?” you whispered after a minute, his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace. "Nothing went wrong on your assignment?"

“It went off without a hitch,” he answered, mouthing at your pulse. “It's just getting harder to be away from home. Away from you.”

The slight vulnerability in his tone made you pause before your fingers gently combed through his hair, your heart still beating fast. You didn't have a home until the two of you made one together. “I get it,” you whispered.

Before you, Bucky didn’t mind most of his missions. That changed once he took you under his wing. It comforted him to have someone else watching his back. But the rare assignments he had to take alone, he liked them less and less as time went on. He hated being away from you.

It pained you, too.

You whined in surprise when he bit down hard on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “You didn’t look in the backseat. Why not?"

The post orgasm bliss faded at the slight growl in his tone, yet aroused you all over again.

"Because Steve gave me a heads up that he saw you before I went into the parking lot and I checked the motion detector on my car through my phone,” you told him as his tongue soothed the sting. He could avoid being seen, so he likely wanted his best friend or you to spot him. You were all careful otherwise. "You also left me the all clear signal on the passenger seat."

Spotting the bouquet tied with a single blue ribbon before you got in the car, you knew it was safe to get in and that he was waiting for you. He bought Peruvian flowers for you on your first date and chose them because of the beauty and color. He said that you brought those things back into his life. It became a signal for the two of you, as well as a token of affection.

Maybe one day, I'll have his last name as the ultimate sign of devotion.

Bucky always had those specific flowers for you when he returned from a mission and often bought them for you just because he wanted to. And if a day ever went by that he didn’t have the flowers upon coming home, or if the flowers were out of the ordinary, you’d know something was wrong. You had your own signals for him, too.

“That punk,” he said, kissing back to your lips. “He's lucky he's my friend. I wanted to surprise you."

He could count on less than one hand how many people he loved and trusted. You and Steve were two of the very few. It was only natural that the S.T.R.I.K.E. member and former Captain kept an eye out for you and vice versa. Someone important to Bucky was important to you.

Not to mention, Steve was a good man. It seemed like there weren't many left in the world. You saw why your lover respected him and called him a friend.

“And just when have you managed to surprise me?" you asked.

"The first time we saw each other face to face," he replied.

The day he was supposed to kill you.

“That's true," you agreed after a beat. "You don’t regret choosing to save me?”

Bucky pulled back with the softest smile on his face as your heart swelled in your chest. The look of love in his eyes nearly stole the oxygen from your lungs. His thumb brushed your cheek and it shocked you when he wiped away a tear. You didn’t know it had fallen.

“I regret a lot of things in my life, but you will never be one of them,” he assured you, kissing the spot where he brushed away your tear. “I’ll never regret loving you, Kitten.”

You raked your fingers softly along his scalp. He called you that before the two of you fought and the nickname stuck. You didn’t mind it. Your stealth, flexibility, and reflexes were catlike at times. He picked up on those things immediately.

“And I’ll never regret being yours, Killer," you swore. He'd never let anyone else call him that. "Or loving you.”

You understood the assassin better than most. To some degree, you knew what it was like not to be in control. Choices were taken away from you. People used the two of you for their gain, but he helped put you on a path of hope.

All because he made a different call that fateful day.

“Put your claws away,” he groaned when you moved your nails along his head again, making him rock inside you. His stamina drove you wild. “Or we’ll have round two here instead of in our bed.”

“But you promised you’d take me home and make love to me.”

"And I will, but I may need to ruin you here one more time,” he smirked, slipping his tongue into your mouth before you could argue.

If he wants to use sex as a weapon, I’ll happily accept every wound.

Before the night was over, he took you home and made love to you as he promised. He held you so close against him that it was as if you shared one breath. He even watched you as you fell asleep, an unexpected fear gripping him. In the back of his mind, he sensed that someone was still out there waiting to take you away from him.

But if anyone ever tried, he'd burn the word down to save you all over again.

Let's hope no one is dumb enough to go after Kitten. Love and thanks! ❤️

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marvelflame2010 · 10 months

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Bucky: Who hurt you?

Y/n with a black eye: Pft, you want a list?

Bucky going into over-protective dad mode: Yes, actually.

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eternalslover · 1 year

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Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Tangerine: I do what I want!

Lemon: I’m calling y/n.

Tangerine: No, wait—

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buckrecs · 1 year

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2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 1

masterlist | ✨- fav fics | status - complete

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. hurts like hell by @extremelyblackandwhite

Bucky x Maximoff!Reader

she loses him at the battle of wakanda and grows into a morally grey witch trying to gain him back.

2. Broken by @soulgazingwithbucky

Bucky x Reader

You built the bridge between you and Bucky Barnes, but he only knows how to watch things burn.

3. Blood Petals by @picassho-18

Mob!Bucky x Assassin!Reader

When the famous death hungry assassin, the Blood Mistress, and the charismatic mob boss of Brooklyn city, James Barnes meet, heads will most definitely roll.

4. It’s A Match by @ofstarsandvibranium

Chubby!Bucky x Reader

You’re back home for Spring Break and you’re swiping through Tinder in the middle of the night. You come across the profile of your high school history teacher that you may or may not have had a slight crush on. Throwing impulse control out the window, you swipe right. Lo and behold, you’re shocked to find that you matched.

5. Ruin by @sinner-as-saint

Mob!Bucky x Reader

You work at a café owned by your family, close to your uni. And most of your days are pretty laid back and calm, but that is until you catch the eye of the mob boss. Your cute skirts and soft sweaters make him weak. Your innocence captivates him. And he wants you, badly. He wants you in his bed, wants his hand under those cute little skirts… he wants to ruin you.

6. A Taste for Older Men by @seventven

DBF!Bucky x Reader

y/n is moving back in with her parents after breaking up with her college boyfriend. due to an emergency at work, y/n’s dad is unable to pick her up and sends his friend bucky in his stead. to bucky’s surprise, y/n is no longer the innocent girl he remembers from years back.

7. Always by @jadedvibes

Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Bucky realizes he's in love with you right before graduation, but you accepted a job offer across the country. Fortunately, nothing, not even distance can hinder the way you feel about one another.

8. Running From the Past by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings and change her appearance in minor ways, though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD.

9. Operation: Faking It…? by @povlvr

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Surely faking a relationship to improve the public opinion of one beefy super solider known as Bucky Barnes would be the easiest of mission for two well seasoned Avengers? Tony Stark seems to think so & decides to task you with 'Operation: Faking it', but what happens when you realise there might be less faking needed than originally planned?

10. Misconceptions by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have…

11. Bucky & the Beast by @thejamesoldier

Assistant!Bucky x Boss!Reader

“You were an asshole back in high school but now you’re my boss.”

12. Buckyvision by @fictionalmemories ✨

Bucky x Reader

While fighting Wanda with you, Bucky gets hit with her power and wakes up to a reality that’s not his own.

13. Best. Date. Ever | Best. Proposal. Ever by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bucky x Reader

This wasn’t quite what you had in mind.

14. Just Like You by @ladyfallonavenger

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

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

15. Heart of Steal by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Sir James is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. Ballads have been written about him. Men fear him. He is the most trusted knight of the King Henry. So why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to Princess Y/N?

16. will you love me tomorrow? by @buckys-darling

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky are friends who fuck and nothing more. That’s what you’ll keep telling yourself, at least.

17. I Needed You by @ofheroesandvillains ✨

Bucky x Reader

Reader tries to make sense of her feelings, it doesn’t really go too well, especially when Bucky already has a girl.

18. sweet by @noceurous

FWB!Bucky x Reader

it was something cliche but your fuck buddy fell for you nonetheless, even though you swore you would never do relationships again. But rules are meant to be broken.

19. Hope Of It All by @bethdutten ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

set between WS and CW; after saving Steve and breaking from Hydra, Bucky remembers you from the helicarrier. He doesn’t know where else to go.

20. Season Of The Witch by @msmarvelwrites

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much.

21. The Last Word by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x Reader

you and Bucky never get along, it’s not that you hate him- it’s just that he always finds ways to get on your nerves. You’ve had enough of it.

22. Super Mom by @marvelous-imagining

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

23. Take Me Out by @shamevillain

Assassin!Bucky x Assassin!Reader

You and Bucky are both professionally trained assassins. Both contracted to kill the other. Both completely unaware.

24. Like I Want You by @tmpestuous

College!Bucky x Reader

you and bucky have been best friends your entire life and it’s never been anything but platonic. so why do things get so bad when he gets a new girlfriend?

25. Overthinking by @galaxy-siren

Bucky x Assistant!Reader

Tony and Bruce’s lab assistant, Y/N, is harboring feelings for Bucky. When she accidentally texts him that he’s cute, she overthinks the whole situation. It might just take the meddling of the other Avengers to work this out.

26. So This Is Love by @ofstarsandvibranium

Chubby!College!Bucky x Reader

friend and roommate, Bucky, is a bit of an annoying fuckboy. He sleeps around as well as tries to be as annoying to you as possible. But here’s the thing: you don’t mind any of it.

27. Some Alpha by @/ofstarsandvibranium

Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

28. The Favors by @bbyboybucket

Virgin!Bucky x Reader

Reader assumes that Bucky is experienced due to him being a ladies man in the 40s, however, she finds out that he’s never been touched and decides to help him out.

29. take my breath away by @buckycuddlebuddy ✨

Dilf!Neighbor!Pornstar!Bucky x Reader

who knew that your silent, very good-looking neighbor with the cutest kid was such a devil under his grumpy and quiet behavior...

30. Capital Letters by @sinner-as-saint

Writer!Bucky x Assistant!Reader

James Buchanan Barnes, one of the best, most admired and affluent authors of your time turns out to be nothing but a heartless man... or so you thought.

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firegal19 · 1 year

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Peter: Y/n got into a fight at school.

Steve: Is she ok?

Bucky: Did she win?

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buckyysdoll · 1 year

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— 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: while you + your husband just want to stay warm in your bed, duty calls once again; a/n: i actually really love this one and hope you lovelies do, too!; cw: explicit mentions of sex, canon-typical assassins, soft!bucky; pairing: bucky x f!reader, fatws era

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The first sound you hear in the morning is a low moan that rises from the depths of a throat, and so too does the arm around your waist tighten slightly in the slow, drawn-out waking from sleep. A shock of dark hair buries further in your neck from behind, as if taking in your scent.

It sounds again, that quiet complaint, a lighter note than what comes through beneath. You can’t make out its origin but nor do you care; you hear only those moans.

Breath still warm from sleep in the furrow of your neck, its join to the shoulder; the closeness of two loved bodies still naked from a night — and dawned morning — of sex.

This is all that you care for — all that takes your thoughts as your stir. What you know is the smell of the man that you love as he makes his sleep-guided protests.

For you hear it now quite plainly as your eyes part on the room; an obnoxiously loud, deep knocking on your wooden apartment front door. Worse still is how it is coupled with the sound of a voice growing further irate, and one that you thought inconsiderate when taking in the hour.

It was just six a.m.

But Sam Wilson wasn’t known for his patience — not when it came to you and your husband. His voice rang out through the walls as you sighed and ignored him, curling more against Bucky. “You guys, will you get your damn asses out of bed?” Clearly, he was wasting no time.

You groaned, hating him for that moment alone, and despising how this time was cut short. You knew this was part of the life that you lived, but today? Did it have to be now? If you turned in those arms that you loved so well, you knew you wouldn’t get up from this bed.

Frankly, these slow days spent undressed and flush against him were the best ones, and his sleepy smile most precious.

He clearly agreed.

Because as you lifted his hand from your waist between yours and raised it to your lips for a kiss, he once again made that low sound — though this time much deeper, a deliberate message. And so it was with aching regret that your smile spread wider, just adoring this man, but still then pulled his hand to the side of the bed, and detached yourself from underneath it.

“M’ not letting you go, you gotta stay.” The words were spoken muffled into pillows, yet you heard them. Knew well enough each nuance of his voice. All it took was his lips at the back of your nape and you were plaint once more in his warmth, and you could swear that you didn’t want anything then as much as just to hold him, and be held. Soon as that, his arm had come up where it was and re-settled, more embracing than before. It was his arm of skin and bone and yet you couldn’t hope to move it, didn’t want to as you huffed a laugh and kissed its side instead.

“Honey, i’m gonna have to get the door,” you murmured quietly, entwining your fingers once more between his and laying it back flush against your stomach. You made no move to get up despite the words you’d just admitted, and despite how Sam’s incessant knocking was only increasing in volume.

At that you spared a brief thought to the mostly old residents of your apartment complex — neighbours of your building who now surely hated the couple at no. 16.

So you yelled out an answer of ‘I’m coming!’, and resigned yourself to just another morning up early. And this time, when you managed to disentangle yourself from Bucky, you laughed as you fumbled away from his reached out attempt to snag your waist back to his side.

You managed to climb up off the bed, yet you still turned back for one lasting kiss.

You couldn’t resist it.

It was always like this, every morning: he stole one more kiss and you let him each time. Only now it wasn’t a blaring alarm you awoke to, like you used to on missions; instead it was the tones of a man gone beyond waiting, and surely only moments away from coming through the goddamn window.

Still, now you just couldn’t care for the world and the demands it would make of your husband, nor for the asks it would claim in due penance for you to atone for your great many sins.

You knew if it was truly urgent then Sam’s tone wouldn’t have been so cranky as it was. Both you and Buck knew your fellow Avenger well enough to know that his old, familiar crabbiness was casual.

So why not let him wait and damn well cook?

And it came to be that you drew out this one sole moment, and you cherished soft lips on your own — familiar lips, more so than your name. They were the same of which you’d given yourself to over and again so gladly, making up years across which you’d spent loving with your heart the very man they belonged to. His hands, too, those that had known and loved each inch of your body, soon found your waist; found each place they could touch as he deepened the kiss — made it lasting, brought heat.

Throughout those seconds that finished too soon, Bucky’s head had reared up from his pillow; eager to pin you beneath him again as you’d spent so many hours last night. As such, he had leant up on his elbows for whatever more access it could grant him to hold you, and as you kissed him you wondered how on earth it got this good; how on earth you were supposed to resist him.

God damn the gorgeous man who wanted to love you all over again, who wanted to say fuck off to the world and have his girl on her back, wanting more. “Cmon, won’t you just come back to bed with me, baby?” he spoke against your lips, voice all breath. Such was the nature of your marriage that these first morning kisses never struck you as gross.

Indeed, it was almost enough to persuade you to ring Sam and ask what he wanted, as your husband’s tongue made a slow show of re-learning your mouth, as his kiss grew more thorough. It was as if he hadn’t had it coaxing out cries from your lips all night long and just hours ago; like he hadn’t been using that mouth to show you just how much he thought his wife to be worth worshipping.

You swore to yourself again and again that you didn’t care just what Sam Wilson wanted; there was Bucky, there was you, there was the night you’d spent in love. There was the cold metal kiss of your husband’s wedding band as it met the warm skin of your waist.

But nor was it in your nature to ignore the very man who had become so like a loved one to you both. In truth, you’d formed a trio that no breadth of years could break, and you knew as well as Bucky did that yes — you’d go to the door.

And so, you did think as you made to get up, that it was almost as if your husband forgot that he alone was not your flat’s great assassin. That for all of what he thought were sly manoeuvres, you could match them. You knew each tell and movement of his body.

When you pulled back he groaned against your mouth once again, though now relented as he watched you retreat. Your eyebrows raised, amused, to see his slowly spreading smile — the look so self-satisfied and male that you knew just exactly where his filthy thoughts had gone to.

It was precisely the place where — if you were honest — your thoughts had not strayed far from all morning.

But now there was no time to indulge them as you let out a laugh so like music to his ears, and swung your legs over the bed at long last and began to search in vain for some clothes.

From sex you were still naked, and so made to grab a sheet to wrap around you. Better still would’ve been Bucky’s shirt or yours, though where they’d been thrown and discarded in your haste for skin on skin was unknown, and you did lack the time to look. So as you fumbled for anything to cover up your modesty — though relished the thought of Sam’s expression if you didn’t when you opened the door — you settled on the sheet with little options remaining, braving the journey from bed.

You left Bucky to his low-toned mumblings as your feet struck bare on the hardwood floor, cursing the shock of the cold and your lack of foresight to have donned your warm woollen socks. Still, it wasn’t as though you could concentrate on much else than the presence outside, and you thought to yourself as you made to the hall that you and Bucky really were out of practice.

Neither one of you had been an active Avenger for the past couple of months, instead testing out this new life. Sam alone continued with the legacy of Captain America while all that you and Bucky prioritised was making up for so many years of lost time. No doubt that was why you now found it so hard to rally your strength, and not only for the fact that your legs were still weak from last night.

Too weak for Bucky’s ego, it would seem.

For it was something that your husband hadn’t failed to notice as you’d stood from your bed just now, his evident pride in a smirk on his face as you threw a one-fingered gesture over your shoulder in response.

You guessed that with so many days spent now together — just like this in your shared home, and sharing love — you were somewhat retired. Yet here Sam was — that early bird — standing just the other side of lacquered wood.

You opened the door on his disgruntled face, smiling sweetly in the small reach of the space. You’d only unlatched the lock but kept the chain in place across, keeping a distance between the two of you as you looked on his deep, furrowed brow. “Good morning,” you offered as you swallowed your mirth, hearing footsteps sounding lightly from your bedroom.

By that alone, God damn your heart for leaping as per always, beating harder just alone from knowing how he shared your space.

But as Sam started off again with an “I swear if you don’t get —” you hastily re-closed the door for a moment to unlatch the chain and pull it open wide.

“Yeah yeah we get it, Wilson, you’re gonna whoop our asses, whatever.” You stood by as he strode through the door, his Falcon wings — though folded — still obtrusive in the space. The apartment you shared with your husband was modest, but enough for two ex-assassins used to cells.

This, by that contrast, was comparative luxury.

And more than that, it was peace. It was life beyond the war and had been years of needed quiet. Or at the very least it had been until oversized birds found it prudent to intrude.

With a brief glance behind at the empty hall and stairwell, you shut the door right after him and re-locked all its bolts. Yes, you may’ve been safe here but you were an assassin; old habits died hard.

“Are you even gonna tell us what you’re here for?” you then thought to ask, hearing Bucky’s choice words coming from the bedroom. The old, small smile that found you was the one he always brought, as the telltale sounds of his cursing revealed that he too was in search for lost clothes.

And you were cold in your sheet.

Indeed, on you voicing the question, it seemed only then Sam noticed you stood practically naked. This was the first time he had looked your way, and you battled with the impulse of teasing.

Because for sure, his eyes had widened and a faint blush had crept up his neck, further darkening the skin of his face that had always been handsome, you knew. Sam fumbled for a response but seemed to find none that would save him, though right then Bucky emerged in the doorway to your bedroom, standing shirtless and looking damn well good for it.

That smile birthed anew.

You supposed meanwhile that you looked a mess with your hair so tangled about you, mussed up as it had been by those hands that you ached for even still, these hours later. It seemed that no matter how many rounds you went, you wanted more of him — all of him — again. And so now, with last night’s makeup smeared around your eyes and lips, it was no secret that the two of you had had a busy night.

And at that, a busy morning too when neither one of you had wanted to stop.

It was then that you caught the first glimpse of your face in reflection in the mirror of your hall, having simply not worried to check yourself before padding out to the front door. Now though, you saw how your neck was so peppered in marks where Bucky’s mouth had been on you; where he had wanted to make himself known on your body in the throes of such passion you’d shared.

Heat pooled between your legs at the thought, and you had at least the good grace to blush. But as you moved out into the living room in wake of Sam’s progression, you touched a self-conscious hand to your skin. It did nothing for the place your mind strayed to; still, you now relived the feel of him.

You and Bucky alone knew how much further those marks travelled — knew they grouped at the curve of your breasts and down to your stomach, growing sparse from there on. Precisely why that was, as well, you both kept to yourselves; how the need had overtook and then centred his mouth on parts of you much harder to bruise.

Parts that now were remembering well how his tongue had felt bringing release.

God, once you got him to yourself once again you’d be paying him back for the ache.

Frankly, it was a blessing that Sam didn’t have the super soldier senses you did. Both you and Bucky were loath to think of just how much worse it could’ve been; of how much more deeply indignant Sam’s sounds of complaint would be then, as to now.

The whole apartment — you both — just spelt out sex. Blatant sex.

“Sam, are you eyeing up my wife?” Bucky leant against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest, one eyebrow cocked up on the same side that one corner of his mouth had turned up in wry humour.

Sam’s head snapped to him, and he let out a groan. “Oh, man — you too? You guys are nasty.”

Because as he stood there in the rays of the sun so newly risen that were coming through your slatted window blinds, you saw twin marks all along Bucky’s neck that matched your own — saw them going further down his chest.

Purple marks — clear love bites — pinched his fairer skin to bruised, light in places where your teeth alone had dragged, deeper still where you’d sucked.

Neither one of you now had the presence to look or feel ashamed. It just wasn’t true, and any embarrassment you’d felt had diminished with the shadows on his skin.

In fact, as your eyes appraised your recent handiwork, you felt stirrings much more deliberately south than of shame. And warmer, too.

Loving him was easier than breathing and you missed him even as you stood just feet away.

So clutching the sheet to your body despite how it dwarfed your height trailing behind, you crept in a weighed down shuffle to your husband’s bare side, sidling into his hold. In an instant, his arm settled firm on your waist, now in company just like as in private.

“Sam we’re not nasty, we’re married.” You tried to appease him, just rolling your eyes.

“Yeah right,” he relented in that sarcastic tone, and you shook with your restraint against laughing.

It was precisely the relationship the three of you had for him to be like this, to tease you this way. And God bless his heart, but you loved him — and knew Bucky cared for him just the same, too.

With his name in your head all over again, thoughts of last night played out in a montage. It moved in rapid fire but you stamped it out right then, pressing a kiss to his chest as you turned your head just so, to the side and to his skin. Right now wasn’t the time to get once again desperate for your husband to fuck you, though it was hard to remember that fact when you looked down upon him at what he was wearing.

It was now that you noticed up close — and with Sam no longer standing between you — that he stood in only black sweatpants, those you’d just bought and loved getting him out of.

Seriously, you needed to be physically restrained. Your cheeks were heating fever-white in a blush, beyond dignity’s hope.

Your eyes closed lightly and a hum moved past your lips as that good warmth once again found you, though this time again from the slanted light that managed to come in through the blinds. It did little to dismiss the growing ache of your arousal, but you knew that whatever news Sam had now brought would mean all hope of lazy Sundays postponed.

Bucky’s arm tightened its hold for a moment in affection and you gave a squeeze back, laying a hand to the small of his back and then moving on past him to the bedroom, to get ready.

You sifted through drawers looking for clothes to put on that were suitable, though for what you didn’t know. And so it was then that Bucky asked that fatal question: Why. Asked for what you’d both been drawn awake and out of effectual retirement.

“So what exactly did you get us out of bed for? I hope for your sake it was worth it.” And though his tone was light you knew he too played back last night, seeing how that sun had played upon your skin from underneath him; how your lips had left red stains where they’d traversed his chest, lower still to his waistband …

Shower water ran hot for you both as you came back into the room, eyes moving between them from one to the other, not landing until either of them spoke. You’d heard each word of their pointed conversation; read the ones that went unsaid between the lines.

Sam hadn’t answered the question.

He saw you both so happy and he hated to disrupt it.

And so your stomach dipped this time in a much different way than to earlier, and with a feeling so much less of pleasure as Sam pursed his lips and said, “It would be better if I showed you.”

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elkleggs · 1 year

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Ive only just found your art and it is next fucking level holy forking shirt balls. Gorgeous amazing brilliant talent you have.

Thank you so forking much! That’s very kind of you to come and say so ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Here’s a brand new but also old(ish) drawing that I finished up on live stream last night :

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#winter soldier #bucky barnes #assassins #captain america #civil war #the avengers #marvel #marvel comics

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margarethx · 3 months

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There is a strange man standing at Sam's door.

Pale, with long hair and beginnings of a thin beard; his eyes covered by a baseball cap, but glinting in the shadows in a way that suggests he's sober, or at least alert.

He stands in an ostensibly relaxed pose.

He still looks like he's one abrupt sound away from bolting.

He knocked on the door instead of ringing the bell, as if he knew Sam was home and close enough to hear the noise muffled slightly by the glove covering his hand.

There's no one around at this hour and the entrance to Sam's house is obscured from the street by a few bushes and trashcans pulled out for the garbage men to collect in the morning. If someone broke inside, no one would be able to tell if they weren't already looking directly into Sam's small garden. Which, likely, no one does.

Sam also doesn't have any friends who visit him at home and both sides of his close family live a few states away. He tries his best to keep in touch with them, but if he disappeared from the radar for a couple of days, maybe even weeks, no one would be alarmed. So... if the stranger at his door harms him, it'll take a long time for anyone to notice. Maybe a couple of people at the VA will have some questions after the weekend, but his schedule is not regular enough for anyone to think something's off when he's not there the next Monday.

With all that in mind, Sam pushes away from the peephole he's been peering through for the last minute to unlock the door.

The man outside looks a bit lost. In need of assistance. And Sam's spent way too many years risking his life to save others to back down now, just because he's what... scared? Sam's not scared. He fought with literal helicopters and won such duel multiple times. A strange man with no fashion sense visiting his home is nothing compared to that.

The guy's probably homeless, simply trying his luck in a safer neighbourhood. It's better if Sam's the one to open his door instead of some weirdo down the street, who'll chase him away with a gun.

Sam is, technically speaking, a weirdo with a gun tucked into the waistline of his sweatpants, though he's not planning on using it. And if he'll have to, he won't be excited about that. Which is a key difference in his eyes.

Sam's a couple of years removed from the initial fear and PTSD fuelled paranoia that haunted him after leaving the Air Force. He did the work. Went through therapy. Read the books. Pushed himself to go out there; to mingle with people without succumbing to the need to crawl under the nearest table at the first louder noise.

He's not removed enough, however, to answer the door completely unarmed. Which is how he ends up here. With a gun concealed on his back, opening his home for a random man, whose intentions might range from simply asking Sam for something like directions to the nearby cemetery, to making sure Sam's the one who ends up there within the next week.

The hinges screech a little as he pushes the door, which is by design. Because of the lingering paranoia of course, not because he forgot to buy a new can of WD-40 for a fifth month in a row.

The man at his porch looks up, as if alarmed by the noise. He seems surprised that Sam answered, but he smiles pleasantly right away. If Sam was listening to his aforementioned paranoia, he'd say that the smile was too quick, almost too pleasant, and too calculated to seem genuine. But he really tries to get better and not assume the worst these days.

"Hello? How can I help you?", he asks, trying to match the energy and sound just kind enough for the ghost of his mother to not appear with her disapproving face in his next dream.

The man hesitates a little, giving Sam a second to take a proper look at him.

What's most striking about him is the bulky built. Broad shoulders and strong legs, paired with a - probably - flat stomach. It's difficult to see with all the layers of clothing the guy's wearing, but overall, he seems like a naturally muscular person hidden under an ill-fitting jacket and too-baggy jeans.

There's some underlying stiffness to his pose - something that Sam's already noticed at first glance, but which is all the more evident now that he can see the full silhouette of the man

If Sam had more time to assess his guest, he's probably dwell on the fact that his face looks disturbingly familiar. Or on the fact that said face, along with the rest of the body, is very much Sam's type. But he does not have that time, so he cuts this line of thinking as quickly as it forms in his brain.

"I've...," answers the man, finally. "I know it'll sound weird, but I..." He pauses once more, looking down at his palms, as if he's a student trying to cheat by reading the answers of the inside of his hand. "A guy I met recently goes to the VA. The one you work at," the man clarifies unnecessarily. "And I've heard that you've helped a couple of his friends before, so I thought that... well."

He stops talking, losing steam by the end. Speaking seems to be taking a toll on him and he stops even looking at Sam by the end of his vague explanation.

It's enough, however, to calm Sam's nerves. He unclenches his jaw and all the other muscles his body readied for a fight that never came and the immediate relief almost startles an embarrassing moan out of him. He didn't even realize how tense he was. He hopes that the guy didn't notice too.

"It's okay, man. I get it," he replies with a smile.

And he does get it. He's been there. He knows how it feels to finally take a step in the new direction. To try staying neutral or cynical because of misplaced self-preservation instincts, but feeling the hope already filling your chest anyway.

The man lifts his head and shoots a shy smile Sam's way.

"I hoped you would," he says. "My friend said a couple of his old buddies from the army been to your groups and it helped. So I... I wanted to check for myself.

Sam's smile becomes much more genuine.

"Glad to hear that," he replies honestly. It's always good to know that his efforts actually affect the people who struggle the same way that he did. He's curious which vets his guest is referring to, but he stops himself from asking. It's not relevant right now. "And you'd like to join one of my groups too?"

The answering nod is a little unsure, but Sam can work with that.

"I'll give you some pamphlets and the schedule for my next three meetings," he offers, trying to remember where he put the pile of fliers from the VA which littered his coffee table for a few months at one point.

Before he has the time to fully move from the doorstep he's stopped by a strong and sudden grip on his wrist. Very strong. Almost crushing.

The alarm bells in his head blare, his vision narrowing, while his other hand makes a move to his back where a gun is still hidden in his sweatpants.

But then the pressure is gone from Sam's arm and the man is looking right at him, confused, then mortified. Whether he's scared of his own reaction or the gun he must sense in the vicinity, Sam cannot tell.

"I'm so, so sorry! I don't know why I did that, just... Let me..."

He stops. Sam blinks at him.

There're good ten seconds of uncomfortable silence before any of them speaks again.

"It's fine," Sam says, carefully. He wets his lips and the man's eyes track the movement. "Like I said... I get it." He tries to laugh, but it comes out a little strangled. "I don't like sudden movements too."

The guy at the door almost shrinks, his shoulders going up, as if he's trying to cover his face even more. But he seems relieved. Like it's easy to just have someone who understands, when the explanation seems too embarrassing to voice.

"Yeah..."

Sam takes a deep breath, hoping to push through the awkward moment and put the man at ease.

"Like I said, I'll go to take a pamphlet and write down my schedule for you," he says, taking a slow step inside. "I'll be back in a minute." Without waiting for a response he nods as if to silently ask the guy to stay where he is. Then looks for a pen and the fliers almost on autopilot, hoping that his porch won't be empty when he's back.

Or maybe hoping it already is.

When he steps through the door again, the man is still there. Just as shifty as before. As Sam hands him the papers, he opens his mouth, starting another apology, but Sam shushes him right away.

"It's alright. Don't worry about it." He adds a smile for reassurance. "My schedule is right here. If you can't come this month, you can always go in anyway. Ask around and find my office. We'll figure something out."

With a silent "thanks" the man starts to slowly back away from his doorstep. It seems as if he wants to stay, though. To ask for something more, but doesn't know what to say or maybe how to say it. Finally, with a small wave, he exits Sam's lawn. And then he's gone.

It takes Sam another five minutes of contemplative staring at the street to remember that his home address is not public information and neither of his former vets should know where he lives. None of them would know where to look for him outside of the VA.

Before he has the time to have a panic attack about that he finally registers the pain in his arm. He frowns and pulls up his sleeve where a set of dark, angry looking bruises form a shape of a closed palm on his skin.

He locks the door as calmly as possible, using an extra lock he hasn't taken out of the drawer since last year. He pulls the curtains over the windows, grabs his phone, and spends the rest of the day sitting on the floor with a gun between his legs, within reach.

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Well... I don't even know what this story is xD I just sat down and wrote the first thing that came to my mind. Now I somehow ended up with a plot outline for at least 4-5 chapters. Maybe I'll even write them one day <3

Hope you enjoyed witnessing the birth of my WiP number 2309745.

[PART 2 on tumblr is here]

[Ao3 LINK is here]

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #the falcon #captain america #winter soldier #ca:tws #mcu #marvel #winterfalcon #sam x bucky #onlysambucky #samuel thomas wilson #james bucky barnes #ATWK #assassinate them with kindness

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Y/n: This fly has decided to fly too close to me and therefore shall be sentenced to death!

Bucky: *handing Y/n a fly swatter and sighing* Doll, can't you say 'I'm gonna kill this fly that's bugging me' normally?

Y/n: *mid fly murder* THIS FLY HATH CHOSEN DEATH!

Bucky: Ok, my love

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been enjoying and loving the recs I find in here! do you have any along the lines of reader being part of Hydra('s projects)?

ex: reader being a WS/enhanced, agent, or assassin for hydra?

Hydra Experiment Reader

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Lost & Found by @rassvetsky

it takes one brainwashed soldier to find another.

Soldat and Sparow Universe by @navybrat817

Your fire burns for the Winter Soldier. And one day, you’ll be free. Both of you.

in loosing grip, on sinking ships by @mellowsaturns

when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

Kills and Kisses by @lizatill

He comes back to save you from Hydra, he can’t leave you behind. You are linked deeply through the wounds of the past you share - hanging by a string, loosely holding each other from collapsing.

Tears of an Angel by @theeleggymeggy

You’ve been trapped at HYDRA for god knows how long, until the cell next to yours gets someone new. Who is this man, and why is he comforting you? He doesn’t even know you.

SERIES

ghost of you by @gogolucky13

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

Cержант by @waiting4inspiration

After returning from a mission, you meet the new man in the compound. Only, it’s not exactly the friendliest because you both know each other as being part of HYDRA

Nightmare by @petertingle-yipyip

You were only in New York for a recon mission. Seek out and assess the threat. But when you get distracted by a handsome soldier, plans change.

lâcher prise by @aescapisms

Bucky Barnes had always tried to fill out the missing pieces in his memories, always tried to figure out the person before he became the Winter Soldier. And everything was going well until you joined the team.

Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours

While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties.

Stars In Your Eyes by @m4tthewmurd0ck

Life was definitely not what you thought it’d be. Not long after Thanos wiped out half of the population, you were kidnapped. They called themselves New Hydra (sooo clever, right?), the group consisted of about only 25 men, but their goal was clear: they wanted to make newer and better Winter Soldier’s.

Obey by @waiting4inspiration

An assassin is brought in by Fury because he thinks she has a connection to HYDRA. Bucky recognizes her and knows how to handle the programming installed in her mind (much like his Winter Soldier programming). Things become challenging now that he is her new Commander and has the responsibility to look after and protect her from HYDRA.

The Watching Hawk by @heliads

Bucky Barnes is constantly haunted by his past, but the memories of his days as a Winter Soldier will come into a new light in the form of the Watching Hawk, his old HYDRA partner. Will he be able to trust her, and will she be able to move on from his mistakes?

Forgotten Love by @thundering-barnes

You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?

Quiet by @nastybuckybarnes

Steve Rogers makes an accidental discovery while on a simple hydra base raid. You. He brings you back to the Avengers Tower where they all try to figure you out. Your… interesting way of communicating makes that especially hard. Until one super-soldier proves otherwise.

Running From the Past by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Winter Makes Ice by @subwaysurf45

you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.

The reader was a nurse back in the 40’s with Bucky and Steve; her and Bucky were together. After Bucky’s death, she is captured, given the serum, turning both her and Bucky into Winter Soldiers. But the one thing that cannot be erased is their memories of each other and how important they are to each other.

After returning from a mission, you meet the new man in the compound. Only, it’s not exactly the friendliest because you both know each other as being part of HYDRA

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader #bucky x hydra!reader #bucky x spy!reader #bucky x agent!reader #bucky x assassin!reader #winter soldier!bucky #winter soldier smut #winter soldier!bucky x reader #bucky x super soldier!reader #bucky x avenger!reader

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