#bodyguard!bucky x Politician!reader

[nastybuckybarnes]

Bodyguard  -  Six

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky X Politician!Reader

Summary: As a young and controversial politician, you face some opposition. After a death threat is made and your security is at risk, you agree to get a bodyguard. You don’t expect him to be the most irritating and attractive man on the planet. With a history so deep and twisted you never thought you’d figure it out, a terrible corporation is determined to take you out of the political picture; using any means necessary. The only question is, how far is James willing to go to ensure your safety?

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Injuries, Violence, Language.

Word Count: 1.5K

A/n: Um hi it’s only been like a year or something haha oops. We’re gonna have one more instalment to this series!

INSPIRED BY THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL: BODYGUARD

SERIES MASTERLIST

~*~

You watch as Bucky, Natasha, and Steve argue over what’s best for you to do. Bucky is adamant that you stay in the safe house, away from those trying to kill you, while Natasha argues that putting you in someplace where they can get you could lead them to get answers about who wants you and why they want you dead. Steve, the poor man, is trying to play mediator between the two hotheads.

“What are they expecting me to do?” You ask suddenly, getting the attention of the three.

Bucky looks at you with pursed lips.

“You tried to come clean on national television and they thwarted that. I assume that they think the message got across.” You nod slowly, thinking that over.

“So why don’t I do something that they wouldn’t expect? If they think I’ll lay low, I should do the opposite, right?” 

An idea starts to take shape in your mind.

“I could make a public announcement from the safe house. Take a video and send it to every news station in the country to get my message across. Then, HYDRA will be exposed and I’ll still be safe here.” Natasha cocks her head to the side, eyebrows raised as she ponders it.

“Nat, no,” Bucky says instantly. She holds up a hand to silence him.

“We could have Stark secure the network. Make sure that no one can trace the video back here. She’d be safe and HYDRA would be exposed. It works.” You nod, happy that she’s agreed with you. Bucky sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“There’s no way I’m arguing with you two, is there?” You both shake your heads and he almost cracks a smile. Almost.

“Hello, all. I am coming to you from an undisclosed location to give you an update on the threat to America. It was speculated that the terrorists were from outside of the country, but I can confidently confirm that they are American citizens. They work for a terrorist organization known as HYDRA, and they’ve been operating since the 1930′s. Their goal, as of right now, is to strike fear in the hearts of the citizens and wage a war on the Middle East. We must not give in to them. I have been attacked many times, but I will not give in to fear. HYDRA will be stopped and they will be stopped soon. Do not engage if you see them. This is a message to the citizens of America and the terrorists of HYDRA. HYDRA will be stopped. And justice will be served.”

You rewatch the video one last time before sending it off, a weight lifting off of your shoulders while one settles on Bucky’s.

“It’ll be fine, James,” you whisper, taking his hand in yours. He sighs and shakes his head. “I have a bad feeling about this.” You wave off his concerns and stand up, stretching your legs and pulling him to his feet.

“Well... I think I know how to get your mind off of it.” He’s following you up the stairs to the master bedroom and you can’t help but giggle, all the while Tony Stark and Natasha are taking all preventative measures they can online, not wanting the video to be tracked back to the safe house.

Steve has called back up, to get extra security around the house, and sits in his car outside, watching the surroundings for anything suspicious.

~*~

You climb out of bed, grinning at Bucky’s sleeping figure. Rather than disturb him, you get yourself cleaned and dressed then head downstairs to make yourself some tea. The house, surprisingly, is empty, except for a note on the kitchen table written in Natasha’s neat handwriting.

‘Following up on a lead. Be back soon. Call if anything happens.’ You purse your lips and take a big breath in, hoping that this will all be over soon so that you can come out of hiding.

As you’re pouring the boiled water into your mug, a hand is coming up and covering your mouth. You go to drop the kettle, hoping the loud noise wakes Bucky, but a second set of hands grabs it and places it back on the counter.

You’re silently dragged from the house, tears in your eyes as fear spreads through your veins like wildfire.

Then you’re being shoved roughly into the backseat of a car, hands bound behind your back and a gag in your mouth.

You kick against the windows, hoping to break them and give yourself some way to escape, but one of your captors jumps to the back with you while the other takes off speeding down the road and away from safety.

The drive is long, with too many turns to count, and you feel yourself losing hope.

They finally pull up to a large house in the middle of an upper-class neighbourhood, the car sliding into the garage.

The gag is pulled from your mouth and then you’re being wrestled inside the house.

If you weren’t so focused on fighting the men holding you, you’d take time to notice how beautiful the house is.

Then you’re being pushed to sit down in a chair in the kitchen. You glare at the people holding you captive, angry and slightly terrified.

“You, my dear, are far smarter than you seem. Smarter than your father was.” You recognize that voice, and the fact that you do sends a shiver down your spine.

“President Pierce,” you state, not turning as the man walks into the room. He chuckles and sits down across from you, a smile on his face.

“You know, I thought you were dead for a while. Until that video came out. Stark is fast, but not fast enough. We tracked it down and found you. And look at that, you’re hardly surprised to see me here, are you?” You shake your head. You never had a good feeling about the president.

“Well, I’m not going to argue with you and tell you that I’m a good guy. Women like you can never see the bigger picture.” You roll your eyes at him,

“What bigger picture?! You’re trying to start a war with innocent people!” He chuckles and pats your cheek. “Oil. Oil is money. And money is power. Once we control the Middle East, we can start taking on Africa. And then Asia. Then Europe. Until the whole world belongs to us.” You shake your head, disgusted by his greed.

“You won’t get away with this. Everyone knows it’s HYDRA behind the terrorist attacks.” He clicks his tongue.

“Yes, that’s true. But all I need to do is make a convincing video of you confessing to lying, admit that you’re working for the bad guys, and then kill you. You’re a pawn in a bigger game than you know. And you’ve played your part beautifully. I’ll admit, you’re stronger than I thought, but even you can break.”

You open your mouth to speak when suddenly your phone starts ringing.

One of Pierce’s men hands the phone to him and he shrugs. “It would be suspicious if you left without your phone.” A gun is pressed to your temple and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“You’ll tell them that everything is fine and you just went out to grab a few things from the store,” Pierce instructs, accenting the call and pressing the phone to your ear.

“(Y/n)? Where the hell are you?!” Bucky’s frantic voice asks. You let out a shaky breath before answering.

“I’m fine. I just went to grab a few things from the store. You can chillax. And make sure you tell Sam to chillax too, okay? I know he specifically will worry so make sure you tell him to chillax.” He hesitates for a moment, suspicious and worried.

“I’ll tell him.” You feel your eyes start to sting.

“I’ll be back soon. I love you, James.” This is what really tips him off to something being wrong.

“I love you too.” He doesn’t hang up right away, he waits and listens to see if there’s anything to give away where you are.

One of the goons takes your phone from Pierce as he begins talking, hanging up after he’s spoken a few words.

“Steve!” Bucky shouts, dropping his phone and looking for the blond. Steve, Nat, and Sam hurry into the room, each with matching looks of concern on their faces.

“She’s with Pierce,” He says. The other agents look confused before Bucky turns to Sam.

“She kept telling me to tell you to ‘chillax’. I don’t know what that means but she said it more than once.” Sam’s eyes widen. “I told her that if she’s ever in trouble to say ‘chillax’. As a code word.” Bucky jumps to his feet.

“Fuck! I knew it! I fucking knew Pierce was with them. He’s gotta be.”

“Wait... you think that the President...” Natasha trails off and Bucky nods.

“Pierce is working with HYDRA.”

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[buckyownsmylife]

eyre’s first anniversary challenge

In celebration of another follower milestone (thanks, you guys!) and my first year publishing my writing on tumblr, I figured it’s be nice to make another one of these! I had so much fun the first time around, I can only hope you guys will feel the same way, too!

Yet again, this is exclusively for smut writers! But you all will have a few different categories of prompts to choose ✌ And to make it even more fun, I’ve made some wheels too! Thanks @iraot for starting this trend and @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog and @iwantutobehapppier​ for making yours too! (Go check out their challenges, btw - so great for when you’re in a writing rut!)

And the categories are... (the wheels are linked in the name of each category)

AUs - the male character has to be the one that falls under this category

Firefighter

Spy

FBI

Bodyguard

Priest

Sugar daddy

Artist

Musician

Nanny

Lumberjack

Politician

Boxer

Father’s Best friend

Best friend’s father

Mechanic

Trucker

Knight

Lawyer

College

Porn star

Kinks

Breeding kink

dirty talk

angst-to-smut (or what I affectionately refer to as smangst and Emma calls it breaking my heart then stitching it back together)

exhibitionism

voyeurism

porn with plot (or what @lifeofrileyp​ calls emotionally invested smut)

daddy kink

throatfucking

spanking

choking

praise kink

anal

begging

creampie

overstimulation

protective/possessive/jealous

public sex

threesome

(thank you to all the anons who helped me set up this list + my discord gang, as always)

Characters accepted - let’s call this a category because I made a wheel for it too

Aaron Hotchner

Andy Barber

August Walker

Ben Barnes

Bruce Banner

Bruce Wayne

Bucky Barnes

Captain Syverson

Chris Evans

Dean Winchester

Harry Styles

Henry Cavill

Jake Gyllenhaal

John Winchester

Lee Bodecker

Loki Lauffeyson

Logan Howlett

Sebastian Stan

Spencer Reid

Steve Rogers

Tom Hardy

Tom Hiddleston

Walter Marshall

Now here are some rules:

You must choose at least one character (duh), one AU AND one kink

x fem!reader insert only this time around

I will not accept your submission if you’re under eighteen - you shouldn’t even be in my blog, ffs

No word limit, the longer the better - but use a read more break or I will not reblog your post, I’m serious.

I’m asking for no Noncon this time. Dubcon is accepted, but no incest, underage participants, or bathroom-related kinks.

Tag me in your work and if possible, send it to me through here! Just so I’m 100% sure I won’t miss it (we all know how tumblr can be…).

You have until July 31st, the day I celebrate my one year as a writer on Tumblr and also the birthday of my beloved Emma. Go send her a love message while you’re at it!

I’ll reblog every fic with a comment and create a masterlist of fics by the end of it! I’ll also be following some of you, since I’m always in the search of more fanfic writers to follow!

MASTERLIST OF THE STORIES SUBMITTED

I’m gonna tag some of my friends so I know they’ll see this, but feel free to reblog it and join! Please reblog it if you can so other people can see it!

@whisperlullaby​ @navybrat817​ @angrythingstarlight​ @river-soul​ @sagechanoafterdark​ @tom-whore-dleston​ @cap-n-stuff​ @gothgirlmahi​ @tuiccim​ @nsfwsebbie​​​ @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ @marziwritesfic​ @divine-mistake​

#2nd challenge #writing challenge #smut challenge #fanfiction #marvel smut #rpf #fanfiction challenge

[starryevermore]

quid pro quo: the white house ✧ andy barber & bucky barnes

quid pro quo ✧ an andy barber & bucky barnes anthology | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

pairing: potus!andy barber x flotus!reader x secret service!bucky

summary: your husband has been sworn in, and it’s time to celebrate.

word count: 1,848

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, pet name (doll), fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, dumbification, name calling (whore, slut, dumb little baby, little girl), not proofread

note: this is more of an anthology than a series. every part exists in the same universe, but parts can be read in any particular order. there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come. feel free to request anything you’d like to see in this universe.

You can still remember the first time your husband told you to seek comfort in the arms of another. How he told you that he’d be busier than ever before—you were already used to seldom seeing him. You’d met him when he was still an ADA, and you’d been there when he ran for Senate. You were used to him not being around that often. But being the president of an entire country? Yeah, you weren’t going to see around all that much. You hadn’t even seen him that much on the campaign trail. 

Sure, you had your appearances with him, supported him in any and all public events, but Andy Barber the Politician was a lot different than Andy Barber the Doting Husband. Lately, the politician side overtook everything, and it left you wanting for more than Andy could provide. And he knew it. And your bodyguard, the member of the Secret Service who’d been assigned to protect you after Andy secured the Democratic nomination, knew it. So, when Andy first made the proposal, the two of you knew exactly who you would find comfort in. 

It was the perfect arrangement. Because he was assigned to protect you, it wasn’t suspicious for James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes to be by your side at any hour of the day. Even the hours where you weren’t working on something to help with Andy’s campaigns. Bucky, like your husband, was an attentive lover. A real giver. Always made sure that your pleasure was first and foremost. Most days that he took care of you, it was solely focused on you. He could spend hours like that, buried between your legs, pushing you over the edge again and again and again. The best times, though, was when Andy had a rare moment of downtime, an evening where he didn’t have to turn in early, and they’d have you practically singing for them. 

And tonight? Oh, they were going to spoil you rotten like that. 

You smoothed out your dress as you stepped out of the car, nodding at the man who’d opened the door for you. Your husband stood a few feet in front of you, his hand outstretched, a gentle smile on your face. You slipped your hand in his, allowing him to lead you up the steps. In front of him was his own Secret Service, Bucky and his team bringing up the rear. 

You glanced over your shoulder, looking out at the swarm of people on the other side of the gate, the flashing cameras nearly blinding you. You threw them a wave and a bright smile. The press would like that, you were sure. Andy’s team, too. Andy swore that the reason he won was ‘cause he had a strong but still kind woman by his side. You’d always laugh, tell him he won of his own volition, but that, if he kept up his compliments, you’d be sure to treat him real well. 

The White House was larger than you’d imagined. You’d never seen it up close before, only seeing it from the other side of its heavily guarded fence. Andy had been, though, seemingly comfortable in your home for the next four years. He gave your hand a squeeze as you marveled at the building, trying to not ooh and ahh at the impressive sight. 

You were a bit of a history nerd, having studied history and political science during your undergrad before going after your PhD, eventually securing a job as a professor in Harvard’s Department of Government. That was how you’d met your husband. He’d been doing a guest lecture for some of the law students, and you’d met him as he was on his way out. In a cliché only fit for the best romance novels, you’d ran straight into him, spilling your coffee all over his well pressed suit. You’d sworn it was an accident, but he said the only way he’d forgive you is if you let him take you to get another cup of coffee. And, well, the rest was history. 

“I can take it from here,” Bucky said, once the doors were shut. The other Secret Service dispersed and he took the lead, nodding his head to follow him as he led you down the winding halls to your new bedroom. 

You tried to not let the excitement show on your face, to look as tired as you’d felt, to not give away about what was to transpire to any of the staff lingering in the hall. 

“Been a long day. Glad you were by my side, doll,” Andy said. “Made the whole day a lot more bearable.”

Bucky, having reached the bedroom, opened the door, pushing it open, before turning. “Gave us all something good to look at, too. Was gettin’ sick of lookin’ at that old man.”

“Bucky!” you laughed. “Play nice.”

“Only do that for you, doll.”

Andy led you into the bedroom, Bucky slipping in behind him and shutting the door. You looked around. The room was relatively bare, nothing personal about it, save for your unpacked bags that had been brought in early in the day.

“How do you want her first, boss?” Bucky asked. 

“You have your fun first, Barnes,” Andy said, letting go of your hand before sinking into a chair in front of the bed. “Know it’s hard havin’ to deal with her on days like this. Think you should get the first taste.”

Andy didn’t need to say another word. Bucky was spinning you around, trapping you against his chest, as he captured your lips with his own. You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders as his tongue found his way past your lips, exploring the present Andy so graciously gave him. His hands slipped down your back, pulling the zipper down before pushing the fabric away. He unclasped your bra next, tossing it over at Andy who only chuckled at his antics.

You barely had time to process him pulling away, or him tossing you onto the bed as though you were nothing more than an actual doll. He kissed his way up your ankles to your thighs, nipping at the soft skin before yanking your lacy blue panties down. 

“Well, would you look at that, all nice and wet already. Were you like that out there, doll? Were you so desperate to be fucked while we spoke to the reporters? While your husband was being sworn in? ”

You whined, clenching down hard as his metal fingers pushed their way into your dripping pussy. It was almost pathetic how much you loved his fingers, the pure pleasure they brought you incomparable. He lapped at your core, his tongue swirling over clit. 

“You gonna come for Buck, doll?” Andy asked as your eyes screwed shut, your hands clutching fistfuls of the sheet. “You gonna be a good girl for him? Do it, doll. Come for him.”

Stars clouded your vision as you toppled over the edge, your thighs squeezing Bucky’s head, holding him in place as you trembled. As you came down from your high, you released your hold, letting him come back up, licking your juices off of his metal digits. 

“Sweet as a peach,” he smirked. He looked over at Andy. “Think she’s ready for her real treat, don’t you?”

“I think she is,” Andy replied. “You want her ass or her cunt?”

Oh, you loved the way they talked about you like you weren’t even there. As if you were just there for pleasure and pleasure only, like you didn’t even need to bother thinking when you were with them. 

“Cunt, you know it’s my favorite.”

Bucky undressed himself in what seemed like record time before he picked you up, your weak legs wrapping around his wait, before he laid down on the bed. Behind you, you could hear Andy shuffling around the bags, before he let out a quiet “ah! found you!”. You felt the crown of Bucky’s cock rub against your slit, before he pulled you down on him, you moaning as he filled you to the brim. You heard a cap pop! open behind before you felt the globs of lube hit your puckered hole, Andy working it in with his fingers while Bucky began to rock his hips.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Andy pushed himself into your ass, slowly to let you adjust. Bucky only picked up the pace, moving faster, keeping your thoughts away from the initial pain you were feeling, keeping you away from your thoughts all together. 

“So fucking tight,” Andy groaned. “Like you were fuckin’ made for this. Our good little whore, made just for our cocks.”

You clenched down harder at the name, babbling that yeah, you’re their whore, their whore.

“You like bein’ our whore, huh? If only the press could see you like this, takin’ our cocks so well. Bet they wouldn’t think you were a good girl then, would they? Nah, they’d know the true slut you really are,” Bucky taunted. 

“No, no, good girl. Good girl,” you whined, your head falling onto Bucky’s chest. 

“Look how fuckin’ dumb she gets for us, Buck. Barely even started and she’s already fuckin’ droolin’ for us.”

You weren’t sure who was even speaking, crying out as one of them—which one was it?—hit a sensitive spot deep inside you. You could barely hold on. Everything was too much. Too much, too much. 

“Can’t fuckin’ blame. Had to act like a big girl out there all day, but we both know this dumb little baby would rather be takin’ our cocks. Ain’t that right, little girl? ”

“Uh huh,” you mumbled, burying your face in Bucky’s chest. “Just wanna come, please let me come.”

“That desperate already?” Andy taunted, his hand smacking your ass, admiring the way it jiggled. “Go ahead, doll, come for us.”

You practically sobbed as you fell over the edge again, barely able to catch your breath. Andy and Bucky weren’t too far behind, or at least that’s what you thought. Time felt meaningless as they used your body to get themselves off, the only sign that they were done being when you felt their cum slowly drip down your thighs as they pulled, rolling you onto your side so you could snuggle into your husband’s chest, Bucky pressed up against your back.

“Took us so well, doll. Absolutely fuckin’ perfect,” Andy said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Bucky kissed along your neck, squeezing you tightly, as he mumbled, “There’s more where that came from, just rest for a minute and we’ll go again, yeah? Wanna make sure you know just how much we appreciate you.”

“‘ppreciate you too,” you whispered. “Love you both.”

“We love you, too, now rest okay, doll?”

“Okay.”

And, though you were supposed to be resting before the next round started, all you could think about was the next place you could convince the two of them to take you in would be. Hmm, perhaps the Oval Office would be the best choice...

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 32

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: drunkness, nightmares.

NEXT CHAPTER

    - Sharon? 

There she stood, in all her elegant and precise posture dignified of someone who had been trained to be a spy. Y/N had spoken to Sharon before yet it had been brief so all she knew about her was what she had learned from the media and what Bucky had told her. Yet, Bucky wasn’t one to share much about his life as a Winter Soldier or an Avenger. Despite all this mystery surrounding the woman standing in the kitchen, she trusted her. She was Bucky’s friend and Steve’s girlfriend, a decorated scholar and agent. If she wanted to hurt her the chance was very, very low. Besides, she doubted Bucky would’ve just gone around giving people his address. He doesn’t even tell anyone but the barista his coffee order, not that it is too hard to guess.

    - Bucky asked me to look after you while he’s gone. - she said before Y/N could even question her. - He said you’d feel more comfortable with a woman watching over you.

    - He really left, uh? - Y/N knew he had left, after all his dog tags were hanging from her closed fist, but her more optimistic self, the more happy look which wanted to believe he was gonna be told this was mistake and he could return to the normal life he had paid by with blood, sweat and tears.

    - Do you wanna go for breakfast? There’s a nice spot just a few blocks away from here. - she tried to distract her, kind smile forming. - I always thought you and me should get to know each other. You know, Steve and Bucky are like brothers so we’ll see each other a lot. 

     - Yeah, I hum ... I just need to get dressed. - Y/N wanted to be her happy, cheery self and she knew Sharon was only trying to make her feel better but all she could think about was Bucky and if he was safe.

She knew she was no super soldier, no super spy, not a witch or an agent but she just wanted to help him. She was already helpless in her own life, merely following along as others guided her, too afraid to step too much out of line in fear of losing what she had worked for. After all, many people wanted what she had, many people wanted a contract with a household agency thus she had to be compliant. She had to step on the breaks before she even turned the key. However, if there was something she had agency on it was her relationships and she wanted to help him. God, she wished to never see that look, the look he gave her that morning after that call. It was pure sorrow mixed with anger and she wondered how long he’d felt that way. She wondered if anyone had tried to help him rather than weaponise him. It was not her choice to decide what Bucky wanted to do with his life, it was not her right to demand him explain her demons to her but it was her choice and her pleasure to be by his side and right now she wanted to be by his side. Even if her mother had raised her not to rely on a man. It wasn’t relying on him, it wasn’t being only completed when a man was around, it wasn’t her feeling incomplete whenever he was around. No. It was none of that. It was merely wanting to hold the hand of someone who had for the longest time not had anyone to hold his hand. It was loving someone so much, she’d be okay with holding his burden with him even if he didn’t want to. It was merely loving someone, darkness and light, and she loved him. 

Her hands gripped the sink of the bathroom, eyes gazing onto the mirror in front of her and as such her own face. She watched every line, every corner, contour and shadow of her face, the dog tags softly dangling around from her neck, the only part of him she had near her. Y/N splashed cold water against her face, trying to let her own optimism flow into what was now a negative outcome. She stepped outside of the bedroom, a soft smile drawn on her features.

   - Should we go? - Sharon suggested, grabbing her coat which was laying over the couch. - It will make you feel better, Y/N. 

   - Yeah, I’m just ...

   - He’s one of the best operatives in the field. - Sharon interrupted her. - He will be fine, I promise you. 

   - You can’t promise me that. - she said as she took her own jacket from the hooks on the wall.

   -  I’ve seen him fight before, Y/N. I’ve been where you are, it’s shit but ... you gotta trust someone who’s strong enough to carelessly break a brick, will be fine. 

Sharon meant well, she knew she did and she was glad she was there but Y/N felt nothing but completely numb to what was happening around her. It seems as he had left with her heart and now she was longing his and hers didn’t get broken in the middle of HYDRA’s crossfire. She didn’t know much about HYDRA or even the Winter Soldier, her parents had shielded her and her siblings from the bad of the world and while she had seen Washington in the TV and remembered when Captain America had been regarded as a traitor, she had never been explained much about HYDRA and all that was out in the internet was glossed over with a paint coat of big, bad monster. Funny how big, bad monsters don’t look like monsters at all. She’d not even been in the country when the first modern Winter Soldier attacks had occurred and she was younger, much more naive. What she could remember was circled with rumours of politicians then blaming every single event on the soldier, turning him into a folklore-like creature but he was not folklore, he really existed. Conscious or not conscious, he existed. She didn’t know how Bucky felt about it, he’d never tell her but what she knew was that he drew a line between who he had been and who he was now, and he hated to cross that line.

The harsh sound of the coffee steamer from the coffee machine took her from her own head. The coffee shop itself was mostly empty, highly due to it being later in the morning and all she wanted to do was return to her bedroom and stay there until she had to go for her photoshoot. However, the waitress was already taking their orders which meant she had to at least stay here until the two of them had eaten whatever Sharon had prepared. 

   - How do you do it? - Y/N blurted out, clearly losing any control over her mind to mouth filter. - The missions ... I mean, Steve must be going on them all the time. 

   - Well, whenever I don’t go ... it’s hell. - she smiled tightly. - One thing is going on a mission yourself, the other one is someone who you love going. And for what? Crocked politicians? 

   - I get a feeling you’re not a big fan of the government. 

   - You’d be right. So, what’s the schedule for today? Bucky didn’t really explain what your job entails.

   - There’s a photoshoot today at 3, then it’s free days until Monday where I have to go on set to film the last scenes. 

    - Photoshoot? Sounds fun. 

    - The Virgin Bride for Vogue.

    - Oh ... - she agent scrunched up her face. - Not so fun.

    - They’re doing an issue on the types of brides. You know ... because type casting not only occurs in Hollywood, it occurs in life too. You got your bridezellas, your over 30 brides, your rebel brides and the virgin bride. Being the virgin bride does fit with the image they want for me. 

     - I never really understood type casting, if I’m being honest. You know, the rat, brit, brat pack. Never really made sense.

     - It’s a marketing strategy. It is easier to market someone as a type rather than a complex person.

She liked photoshoots, she mostly got to dress up and get photographed almost like a big makeover like in those 90s movies she still curled up against her comforter to see. This particular one did make her upset, to be in a white wedding dress, surrounded by soft white fabric was particularly cruel. She knew her wedding was not going to be what she dreamed of a kid and unless she wanted to get her agency or the government in the business, the two of them would’ve had to get married in the civil hall. However, it did not matter to her where she got married, it mattered that the person she wasn’t engaged to was not here. It was almost like being dressed as a left at the altar bride ... like a widow. 

She unpinned the veil from her hair, taking off all the heavy jewellery that had been used to adorn her hair and put it on top of the desk where all the makeup was still open. The dress was pretty but it was big, it was too big, it almost swallowed her, it made her feel small but it reminded of him. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, how he was feeling, if he was safe.

    - That was boring. - Sharon said as she stepped inside the dressing room, holding two coffee cups. - I know that look. What’s wrong?

    - I hate this dress. - Y/N sat down in the chair. - It’s too big.

    - You look like a wedding cake.

    - Right. - Y/N moved the fabric up playfully. - I don’t think I can even move correctly. 

    - You should be thinking about your own soon. - Y/N gave Sharon a confused look. - Steve told me. Don’t tell Bucky, he’ll get upset and then Steve will be upset, big mess.

    - Well, it’s good to be able to speak to someone about it. - she smiled. Only Bucky and her parents knew, so she did not have many people to tell she was engaged to or to even speak about it. 

    - So, how do you envision your wedding dress?

    - Oh, I don’t ... I don’t really think about it. It’s most likely gonna be in city hall so it’s not worth it.

    - What? That’s bullshit. Everyone wears a dress. 

    - I can’t really go anywhere ... the paps would go crazy and that’s the last thing I need.

    - Still, everyone wears a dress even if they go to city hall.

Y/N merely shrugged. Her head was not in the right space and for the first time she was looking forward to go to set. It didn’t matter if being on set was dehumanising sometimes, it mattered that her head would’ve been somewhere else. She knew that as a perfectionist, her mind would be on finishing those scenes and not on Bucky. As she got home, she couldn’t help but get lost inside her mind again as Sharon put some old sitcom on the TV. She was surrounded by him, by memories of him, things that reminded her of him. Looking to her left there were framed photos of him, his jacket was still hanging from the door, the broken shards of porcelain were still on the sink. There were pieces of him everywhere and half of her felt ridiculous it was affecting her so much as it was but she loved him. She loved him.

    - Right, get your jacket. - Sharon got up from the couch.

    - Why? Where are we going?

    - You will see.

Y/N followed Sharon through the half lit Brooklyn night down to the back of several shops. The lights flickered, illuminating the bins filled with black plastic bags which laid in the back fronts of several shops. She watched as Sharon made her way towards a particular store back, taking a key from under a seemingly unseeingly rock which opened the heavy pad lock keeping the door shut. Sharon motioned her head towards the door and Y/N followed her into the dark shop. The agent closed the door behind them before she turned the lights. The bright white lights illuminated the shop floors and she noticed she was surrounded by hundreds of glass see through closets with various white dresses. Was she in a bridal shop?

    - You need to take your mind out of him. - Sharon sat against one of the pale pastel pink couches laid around the store. 

    - Is this legal?

    - You’re engaged to Bucky Barnes, how come you care about legality so much? 

    - I don’t want to get arrested, Sharon.

    - It’s one of my friends bridal store. You said you couldn’t do it without paps walking around and photographing you, so ... here you go.

    - I ... I don’t ... What if he doesn’t come back? - Y/N’s lip trembled as she crossed her arms and looked to the side.

    - Y/N, he will come back. It is one man against a soldier with the strength of five. Trust me, if not for anything else, he’ll come back to you. Now, dress, what dress do you want?

    - I don’t know. 

    - Come on. Pick one and try it on. We are not going home until you try a dress on.

    - Fine.

Y/N stared at the dresses, grabbing the first one she could find in her own size and dragging it onto the dressing room. It definitely was not her type of dress, at least not the type of dress she had envisioned getting married in. It was pure white, sleeveless with a cut which went down to her sternum, skin tight, hugging her body in a flattering way but it just wasn’t her dress. It wasn’t the dress she wanted to get married in, but right now it wasn’t the time to think about what dress to wear when Bucky was out. She shouldn’t be playing dress up. 

She waddled back to where Sharon was sat before she stopped in front of her, hands on her hips. Somehow, she had found some prosecco and plastic flutes and had her feet on top of the pale pink couch. 

   - Are you happy now? - Y/N sighed, mostly out off nuissance. 

   - Don’t give me that tone. - Sharon sipped from her own flute, handing Y/N the other one. - Come on, what do you think?

   - It’s ... uhm ... fine. - her hands gestured around the fabric.

   - What? That’s the first one you try. Why aren’t you crying? It isn’t the one if you’re not crying. That’s what they do in the movies.

   - I can cry.

   - No, spin. - Sharon waved her finger around and Y/N spun around slowly. - It ain’t it.

   - But Bucky ...

   - From now on every time you say the words James, Bucky, Buchanan, or Barnes, you’re drinking. 

   - But I don’t know if Bucky ...

   - Drink. - Sharon interrupted her. Y/N scrunched her face not really believing her but she looked dead serious. She took a sip of her prosecco, placing the flute on the table near her. - Come on, what does your wedding dress look like.

   - I don’t know ... I don’t want something skin tight, I want some floofy fabric.

   - Yeah, go on.

   - And I don’t want it to be too long, I want my shoes to show ... like Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face.

   - Let’s find it. 

Both she and Sharon went through tons and tons of dresses, through so much lace she was sure to dream about it for the next week until they found something that resembled what she wanted. Y/N ended up rather dizzy on the prosecco, not used to drinking too much, running around barefoot with the dress that was her dress in a rather subdued white which showed her legs from the ankle down, a voluminous little shirt which cinched at her waist. A rather short veil fell from her head, pinned to the crown of her head with a fake baby pink rose prong clip. The two ended up laying on the pink couch, heads leaning against the rather comfortable pillows as they nursed the rest of the bottle of prosecco.

   - Okay but I have a question ... - Y/N said, bringing her flute down. - Is it weird dating the same guy who kissed your great aunt?

   - Listen, Steve is a kissing whore. - she tried to say it with a straight face but ended up breaking into laughter. - It’s true. He’ll kiss anyone, unstoppable. The blonde girl from the army, my great aunt, Natasha. If it hadn’t been for me, Steve would be Captain Kisscam instead of Captain America. 

   - Captain Kisscam. What superpowers would he have? 

   - Making people kiss each other? No that sounds terrible. I don’t know ... to be honest what even is Steve’s superpower?

   - Ultimate ... - Y/N broke down laughing before she could continue. She put her hand in front of her chest, taking a deep breathe as she tried not to laugh at the joke in her head. - Ultimate frisbee.

   - You know? Sex on top of the shield? Terrible, so uncomfortable.

   - Sharon!

   - What? I was curious, it is a weirdly unbreakable shield, isn’t it? Besides, that’s not even the craziest thing we’ve done.

    - What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?

    - We did it at the Smithsonian.

    - SHARON! There’s children there. It’s ... a hall of science, and ... memorabilia ... and ... I don’t know, I’ve never been to the Smithsonian.

    - Oh, c’mon. What’s the craziest place where you and Bucky have done it?

    - You said Bucky, drink. - Y/N pointed her flute at Sharon.

    - So did you. Drink. - the two girls drank what was left over in the glasses, throwing them to the side. - Come on. Tell me.

    - I don’t know ... What are we counting as doing it?

    - 3rd base.

    - I do not understand bases. 

    - Handjobs don’t count. 

    - Oh ... then ... the parking lot of the set in his car. 

    - And the car didn’t break?

    - Come on, it’s not that old of a car.

    - It’s ancient, Y/N. - Sharon chuckled, passively looking at her watch to check on the time. - We should get going before the shop opens.

She went back into the dressing room to take off her wedding dress. It wasn’t until then she realised she was still wearing his dog tags, the cold metal against her warm skin, a side effect of the alcohol coursing through her veins. She was reminded of him again on that moment, wondered how he was doing, how he was feeling. She hoped and begged he was okay in her mind, and the memory of him haunted her mind even as she laid down in bed to go to sleep. There was a direct line from wedding gowns and dog tags to her fiance and wherever he was. Her blood distracted by the unhinging of the alcohol coursing along it, was filled with hate. Not for him but for his situation, for how helpless she was to helping him. 

She turned around in her bed, forcefully shutting her eyes as a way to ensure she went to sleep instead of dwelling on those thoughts. However, she simply didn’t have a choice to leave. As her consciousness dissolved into unconscious she woke up in the same bedroom but the environment was blurry, very highly saturated yet the colours were candy bright. However, the environment wasn’t inviting at all and soon broken through the candy bright atmosphere she could hear screaming. She tried to untangle herself from her sheets, running through the bedroom yet her movements were slow and her running was more like a slow motion run. She pushed open the door, coming face to face with the same candy coloured blurred bright world but in front of her was him but not him as she knew him. Not at least as she had known him. His hair was much longer, slightly past his jaw which was covered by a mask, a muffle. His clothing was restricting, the top almost resembling a straightjacket, as if he was dangerous. He was so close but so far away, on his knees with someone whose face was blurrier than the atmosphere itself.

   -  Don’t worry. - the blurred person’s voice was as distorted as the vision, mechanical even as he rose a gun up to the head of a Bucky Barnes she had never met. - We will help you.

   - NO! - she lunged forward as the gunshot echoed through her ears and like a rubber band she was pushed back to reality. She rose her torso from her bed in pure agony, eyes wide open and red, hand holding the sheet against her chest which rose up and down in fast paces.

Looking around, nothing was candy coloured and everything was clear. The room was dark in muddled shades barely lit by the moon light peaking from the small rips in the curtains Bucky had first gotten when he first moved in. Everything was as it was, his sleeping shorts were still hanging from the chair next to the dresser, the dead flowers were still in the vase he had once put them when they were fresh. Everything was as it was, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was lurking. The feeling that both of them had just crossed the bridge past the point of no return. 

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Square 1: Rebound (Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader): Making Amends (FATWS)

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[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 12

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is an exhausted bio major. Steve is danger with a capital DANGER. She thinks he’s a sarcastic prick with an impressive knowledge of art history. He thinks she’s cute even if she’s only running on one brain cell. All he wants is a single date, but she’s adamant upon denying.

A/N: For some reason my taglist didn’t work last time. Some people didn’t get a noti so make sure you read ch. 11. Link in masterlist!! 

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Best Excercise For The Heart? Getting Chased by Mob. 

Peter's heart was beating on another plane of existence.

His palms were sweaty and stomach just a bit queasy. He knew he shouldn't have had such a big breakfast, but it's not like May would let him leave the house without at least three pancakes shoved into his mouth.

Bucky greets Peter by slapping his hand over his shoulder making him jump in surprise.

"Woah, chill out kid," Bucky said with a chuckle.

"Sorry," he shook his head. "I'm just a little nervous."

"I got ya," Bucky replied. "Listen there's nothing to it, you just gotta sit there. The boss is gonna do all the talking. He just wants us there for backup. Natasha can’t make it so you’re gonna take her spot."

"But why does he want me there?" Peter asked curiously, "I'm still new and–"

"The big guy thinks you've got a lot of potential," Bucky explained and Peter's eyes grow wide in shock. The mob king thought he had potential? He smiles in hiding, trying to not let it get to him. Too late. Head full. Pride skyrocketing.

"Truth is, I don't see it," Bucky stated flatly, "but he's weird like that."

"Thanks, you're so nice," Peter replied, mildly sarcastic, but Bucky lets it go just this once. He shakes him with another pat on the back.

"Come on, get in," he pushes him into the office.

Peter takes a seat next to Sam who gives him a friendly smirk. At least he thinks it's friendly. He really can't tell with those two.

Steve enters the room and Peter sits straight up. The kingpin smiles warmly. “You brought the kid.”

“You told us to,” Bucky replied.

“Right,” Steve said as if he forgot. “How’s it goin’ kid? You and your girl doin’ alright?”

“Yes Sir!” he replied quickly. Steve Rogers remembers that he has a girlfriend. Wow, what a nice guy.

“Now listen here,” Sam brought him back to earth. “When the guy comes don’t get all bouncy. Just chill out and relax.”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded.

“And don’t go blabbing random stuff, ya hear?” Bucky reminded him.

“I don’t do that!” he retorted.

“Only talk when spoken too, but never answer if you don’t know what to say,” Sam instructed. “Never show someone else that you’re unsure. Always be confident even when you’re not.”

“Talk but don’t talk,” Peter repeated. “Be confident even when you’re not. That doesn’t make any sense!”

“It makes perfect sense,” Bucky retorted. “You’re just stupid.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Don’t mess this up, kid or your ass is grass,” Sam warned, earning a loud, guttural groan from Peter.

Steve chuckled. “Listen, Pete, just go with your gut, ya hear? Just go with what you know, alright?”

“Yes, Sir!” He nodded like a child.

A knock came at the door and opened.

“Mr. Rogers,” the secretary popped her head through the door. “Mr. Rumlow is here.”

“Let him in,” Steve waved towards him. She opens the door wider and Brock Rumlow enters. Peter observes him. A scar running across his left cheek with beady black eyes that just screamed sneaky. Not even a word and the boy already knew he couldn’t be trusted.

"Mr. Rogers," Rumlow greeted, extending his hand.  

"Mr. Rumlow," Steve shook his hand, "Just call me Steve."

"So the rumors are true, you're an easy man to talk to."

"I just hate the formality and if we can," Steve stated, "let's finish this quick."

"Of course, I know you're a busy man." Rumlow smiles, taking a seat in front of him. "What I'm here for. What I want from you is help," he said. "I need money, investment money. I need three million dollars in cash," he explained further.

Peter's eyes widened. He spoke as if it was a small amount and Steve looked at him with utter nonchalance as if he's just asking for spare change.

"And what else?" Steve question, hooking his leg over the other, tapping the ash off of his cigarette.

"I need connections and you have very powerful friends," Rumlow continued. "I need those politicians you keep in your back pocket."

"And what's in it for us?"

"Forty percent," Rumlow stated. "And by the end of the year you'll be raking in around eight to ten million," he estimated.

"And the Lucchese?"

Rumlow chuckles. "I'll take care of them from my own share."

Steve ponders on the information for a bit. His expression was hard to read, leaving the rest in the room waiting in anticipation of his decision. He sat relaxed in his chair, not slumped, but confident and nonchalant.

"So, I get forty percent for finance, political influence, and legal protection?" He points out, extending his fingers as the list goes.

"That's right." Rumlow nodded.

"Why me though?" Steve questioned with a shake of the hand. "Why do I deserve all this generosity?"

Rumlow scoffs. "If three to four million is a small price for you, kingpin, then cheers to you."

Steve's eyes look at him sharply, then he smiles. To Peter, it's more dangerous than friendly.

"I've heard you're a businessman," Steve reminded him, burning out his cigarette in an ashtray. "A serious man needed to be treated with respect."

Rumlow's cocky smile falls and twists into a subtle scowl.

"The thing is I've been looking into this new drug you're proposing. This is nasty stuff worse than any other drug on the market as of now," Steve criticized and Rumlow wasn't pleased.

"Now let's just say this stuff hits it big. Bigger than crack and weed, which it probably will," he stood up and paced the office. "Those crackheads will take anything that gets 'em off for a good ten minutes. But let's just say hypothetically, it gets stuck in the hands of a policeman or even worse—a kid, and he gets caught smoking or even worse dead with that crap. That causes a major issue for me," he points at himself while standing in front of Rumlow.

Rumlow looks up at him and it's like he already knows the answer.

"Yeah, I've got a lot of friends, but I don't think the mayor would be so friendly if he knew I was caught up in this stuff," Steve remarked. "That thing you got is nasty."

"Mr. Rogers," he retorted firmly.

"Listen, I don't care what a man does for a living," Steve cut him off. "I mean look at me. But your business is a bit dangerous."

"If you're worried about your investment. The Lucchese will take care of it." Rumlow assured.

Steve shakes his head with a laugh. The Lucchese were going to insure him? What was he some second rate gangster?

"My answer is final, Mr. Rumlow. It's a no." Steve stated firmly. "Good luck with your business. I know you'll do very well and I wish you all the best. As best as your interests don't conflict with mine." He wished him with a warning in his tone.

Rumlow stands up with a scornful smile. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Rogers," he shook his hand. "I appreciate it."

"No problem," Steve said, placing his hand over their hands and giving it a final good shake. "Buck, please see Mr. Rumlow to the door."

"No, no," he replied. "That won't be necessary. I can find it myself," he nods and leaves the room. “Not like I found much help here anyway.”

"Hey, Pete," Steve said, he points his head towards the door, "follow him out from a distance."

Peter nodded, dashing for the door.

"You think we did the right thing?" Bucky asked, leaning against the desk.

"We can't risk our connections, Buck," Steve said, lighting another stick. "Besides, me? Insured by the Lucchese? Get the fuck outta here," Steve remarked, a chuckle coloring his words making the two erupt in laughter, filling the room with a lighter air.

"You know you don't have to walk me to the bus stop anymore." You said, walking out of the restaurant. "It's only a block away."

A sudden blow of wind rushes past, making you snuggle into the wool scarf wrapped around your neck. You dig your hands deeper into your pockets and look over at Steve to find him unphased by the freezing temperatures of January. Freak.

"I take my job as your bodyguard very seriously." He replied.

"You're not my bodyguard. I don't need a man to protect me." You retorted defiantly.

"Woah there, Susan B. Anthony," Steve put his hands up in surrender, "I was just saying. Don't get all feminist on me."

"And what's wrong with being feminist?" You jabbed.

"Nothing. I love women. All of them. They're amazing. Absolutely wonderful," he complimented. "But not in a creepy way. More of a respectful and cool kinda way."

"Just stop talking, you're making my head spin," you sighed, shaking your head.

"You're so dramatic," he nudged you with his shoulder.

"You're the dramatic one," you pointed out.

"Am not," he retorted.

"Are you joking me right now?" You asked incredulously. "Oh heavens no, she doesn't speak the language of arts whatever shall I do?" You acted breathlessly desperate. Steve rolled his eyes and kept walking.

"How can someone be so simpleminded? I guess I'll just die right here." You fainted against his shoulder with your hand on your forehead and a dramatic sigh.

He pushes you off of him, secretly liking how open you're being with him.

"Ha ha ha, you're hilarious," Steve deadpanned.

"Thanks, I know," you replied boastfully.  He snorts, looking away so you wouldn't see him smiling.

He failed. It was hard to miss that pretty smile of his. I didn't mean that. It was a completely objective observation.

Even if you told him not to walk you to the bus stop, you had to admit you enjoyed his company. Your cold cheeks were brushed with a numbing red, but the rest of you was warm. You didn't say a word the rest of the way there, just listened and watched.

You quietly listened to the distant drone of traffic, watched the lights of houses flip on and off. Cool steam rose from the sewer holes and swept along the asphalt of the street. There's not a soul in sight and what sane person would want to be out on a cold night like this? Your footsteps grew gradually slower not really in a hurry to get anywhere. Like they're trying to make the journey last as long as it can.

You don't know why, but the air feels tense. Heavy with something you can't really find a name for, but something you knew all too well. You pull your sweaty hands out of your pockets, stretching them to get some air through the cracks.

Steve watches his footsteps and how they're in sync with yours. He feels more at peace here with you than he's felt in the past week. You're like a remedy to all his problems.

When he's with you, the pressures of the mob slowly fade away. The burden of working over a hundred men and maintaining his power disappears for just a moment of time. When he's with you, he's not the kingpin, he's just Steve. Just a normal guy. You've never really seen him as anything else and he hopes it'll stay like that forever.

"That's strange," you said, checking your phone for the time while approaching the bus stop. "The bus is usually here by now."

"Maybe it's just a few minutes late?"

"Maybe."

The two of you waited for the bus patiently. Ten minutes had passed and the bus was nowhere to be seen. You looked from side to side to check the street and your eyes fell onto the car standing right across you. It was black with tinted windows. You recalled seeing the same exact car outside the restaurant and that part of your brain stuffed with crime shows is finally starting to crank its gears.

The car was off and there was a good chance that no one was inside, but you were never one to believe in coincidences.

"Steve," you said making sure not to look at the car again.

"Yeah?" He asked and from his face, you think he's already noticed.

"I might be crazy but I feel like I've seen the car across the street," you said, calmly. "At the restaurant."

"So have I," he nodded with a smile as if he's just having a casual conversation.

"Then what do we do?" You asked, shrugging.

"Let's just walk," he replied, pulling you along with him.

You walked down the sidewalk side by side and while your expression was calm, your insides were a frantic mess.

The quick rhythmic beat of your steps against the cracked sidewalks wasn't the only thing breaking the deafening silence of the street as the sound of car doors slamming and burly footsteps shuffled behind you slowly.

Your fingers intertwined with Steve's instinctively and he squeezes your hand tight. You look at him, heart thumping and thoughts racing.

"Hey, baby, don't worry, I got you." He gave you an amused smile, masking his own fear.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened, or the second, or the third. It's happened many times just not with an innocent civilian by his side. He had a knack for being a bit reckless but with you here he couldn't take that risk. Your safety was his top priority.

You pouted with a huff. "Don't call me, baby," you warned, your strides growing wider to match his.

"At the corner, we make a run for it," he ordered.

You nodded, taking silent, deep breaths to calm your speeding heart. You didn't dare to take a look behind in fear of what you'd see. Not like you needed to see anything. The sound of their footsteps was enough to know that something was wrong, slow and anxiously needy. Each step towards the end of the street gets heavier. The ones behind getting dangerously closer.

Steve pulls on your hand as he makes a sharp turn at the bend, dragging you behind him like a kite in the wind. You don't even know how you're keeping up with him at this point. It's just one foot in front of the other powered by an extraordinary rush of adrenaline.

You can hear the baying howls of the men behind you, ordering you to stop as if you're actually going to do that.

Steve's death grip on your hand is the only thing that keeps you anchored to the real world. Your thoughts are blank and all you can think of how you're possibly going to get out of this.

There are two of you against at least five of them.

Scratch that. More like one and a half against five.

You're screwed. This was where you died and you didn't even get to graduate from college yet.

Steve takes a sharp left at the corner and squeezes you into a tight alleyway between two buildings.

You put your hand over your mouth, muffling the sound of your breathing. Heavy footsteps draw nearer and continue past the alleyway until they fade into the distance. Your hand drops to your side allowing you to take free breaths of fresh air.

"You okay?" Steve asked, catching his own breath.

You look up at him and nodded. "Yeah."

The alleyway was narrow, very narrow, and the two of you were pressed against each other with only enough wiggle room for one to move.

Steve's cheeks redden by the way your body is pressed against his in all the right places. Sure he's imagined it before, but not exactly like this.  He looks at everything but you, so he doesn’t lose himself.

He's not alone in his embarrassment as you start to heat up despite the frigid temperatures of a midwinter's night.

"D-do you–um–do you think they're gone?" You whispered.

He shrugs unknowingly. You squeeze past him just enough to stick your head out. You look to the left then to right.

"I think the coast is clear," you said, getting out of the tight spot. Steve follows suit and pats the dust off his clothes.

"Well that was something," he chuckles nervously.

You place your hands on your hips with a judgemental look. "You've got a lot of explaining to do."

Steve scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

In the distance, the shrill screeching of wheels blares in the night with a blinding light coming in your direction.

You should run, but your legs feel like mush and getting caught sounded better than running right now. Steve covers you with himself as the car slows just in front of you.

The window rolls down to reveal a cheeky Bucky.

Steve groans for the whole neighborhood to hear. "For fuck's sake, Buck, you scared the shit out of me."

You peek out from behind him to find Bucky. His eyes meet yours and he smirks devilishly.

"Sorry, big boss, been lookin' everywhere for you," he gets out of the car with a chuckle. "And of course I'd find you canoodling with ya girl."

"I am no one's girl," you stated firmly, jumping out from behind.

"Right. We're not there yet," Bucky replied and Steve might just snap his neck if he keeps talking. "Anyways my name's Bucky, I'm an old friend of Stevie's. Nice to finally meet ya," he extends his hand. You shake it warily. "That's Sam," he points at the man standing against the car behind him and I guess you already know Pete."

"Hi, Y/N!" Peter waves, falling out of the back window with a gummy smile on his face.

You gasp at the sight of the curly-haired boy. You run up to him at the window.

"Peter! What are you doing here?" You questioned. "Do you know what time it is? Go home to your girlfriend!"

"I wish." Peter sighed sadly, arms dangling out of the car. "But I can't, I'm on night duty."

"Listen," Bucky directed towards Steve, "we got some trouble down at the dock in the Bronx. We think it's Rumlow."

Steve mutters a curse underneath his breath.  

"I guess he's the same bastard that tried to kill me like five minutes ago," he cursed. "Can't take no for an answer."

"Who's Rumlow? And why is he trying to kill you?" You asked, eyes solely on Steve, questioning his every gesture.

Steve sighed, not really wanting you to get involved in all of this. He knew it'd happen someday, but not this fast.

"I think it's best if we not talk about this out in the open," Sam advised. "So get in the car."

"Best idea you've had all day, Sammy," Bucky noted opening his door.

"Shut up."

Peter opens the door and scoots over to let you in and you have no choice but to go in. After what just happened, there's no way you're walking home alone.

Steve sits right next to you and closes the door behind him, signaling Sam to drive. It's kind of awkward being stuck in a car with a bunch of mobsters, but beggars can't be choosers. At least you know they won't kill you.

"Nat's already at the house," Bucky told Steve. "She's the one who found out about the whole mixup in the Bronx."

Steve nodded with a cautious look in his eye. Bucky knew exactly what he was saying without him even saying a word.

"Not in front of her."

"So where exactly are we going?" You asked.

"My place," Steve replied.

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought.

"If it's not a problem can you just drop me home?"

"I could but then I'd be worried about you all night," Steve said and it goes straight to the tips of your ears. It shouldn't have. The three snickered at Steve, but he ignored them. "Stay over my place for the night?"

“What? No, I can’t.” you denied. "I don’t even think they saw me,” you noted. “So it’ll be fine.”

“You sure about that sis?" Sam asked with a chuckle. "The mob ain’t as simple as it sounds. They’re probably already trying to figure out who you are.”

“Stop scaring her," Steve warned.

“I’m not scared.” you retorted. “I just don’t wanna intrude.”

“Or get involved," Bucky added.

“Maybe that too. So just drop me off please? I’ve got class in the morning.”

“Sorry, I can’t let that happen," Steve shakes his head in denial. "After what happened tonight who knows what’s gonna happen? I mean they could be trailing us for all we know. You really want those goons knowing where you live?”

“No," you whispered. You didn't think about it like that.

“Then just for tonight, okay?" He places his hand on top of yours and it feels nice, but not enough for you to accept. "I’ll drop you off first thing in the morning.”

“Don’t worry,” Bucky turned towards you from the front. “Stevie’s got a really nice place. With big fancy iron gates and a giant fountain. Never-ending fridge. The whole shebang."

Steve rolls his eyes. Sometimes he questioned why he even knew Bucky.  

"Besides you'll love Lucky," Sam pointed out.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Lucky? Who's Lucky?"

"It's the boss's dog," Peter answered.

Your jaw goes slack in shock. "YOU HAVE A DOG?"

"Yeah," he said nonchalantly.

"WHAT KIND?" You questioned shaking his arm violently, "HOW OLD?"

"It's a Samoyed and two." He replied, pushed up against the door by the way you're bouncing on the seat.

"Okay let's go to your place," you agreed. Steve chuckles with a shake of the head. "Hey, Sam right?"

"Yeah?"

"No offense man, but can you drive any faster?" You questioned.

"I don't want a speeding ticket," Sam confessed.

You look at him incredulously.

"The Brooklyn Mob is just a bunch of twinks," you jeered.

"Hey!" Steve exclaimed.

"And you're the biggest one."

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Protect My Heart: Part 14

Fandom: Marvel (Bodyguard AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re an actress and after an assassination attempt on your life, your manager hires a bodyguard that will be with you 24/7.

A/N: For @buckthegrump ‘s writing challenge.

“We got ‘em!” Nat exclaimed in your living room, Bucky down the hall in the bathroom. She wasn’t very loud, afraid that Bucky would be able to hear her, but loud enough for Hope and Sam to hear from the kitchen. 

The two make their way to Nat, looking over her shoulder to see a text from Tony:

Tony: Rhodey caught sight of them. Located at a safe house in Monterey. Make sure Barnes doesn’t catch wind of this. 

“Monterey,” snorted Hope, “Surprised they didn’t go out of state.”

“Which is good for us,” Nat stated.

Sam nodded, “These guys thought they finished the job, so they’re not travelling far. Use one of Stark’s jets and we’ll be there in no time.”

As the three of them discussed, their game plan, Bucky was quickly texting a consultant of Tony’s. The team might’ve been quiet, but Bucky has exceptional hearing. 

Bucky: I need you to hack into Nat’s phone.

Vision: Does Ms. Romanoff know you want to hack into her phone?

Bucky: I wouldn’t be contacting you if she knew, Vis. They’re hiding important information from me and I need to know ASAP. Send me all of her messages that she’s received within the last thirty minutes.

Vision: Very well, but I expect payment.

Bucky: Is Wanda’s phone number sufficient enough?

Vision: Yes.

Bucky let out a breath of relief and proceeded to message Vision additional instructions. He then ran his hands through his hair and let out a deep breath. This was it. He was finally going to get the guys that hurt him and you. You’re going to be avenged. 

He stepped out of the bathroom, feigning innocence. His brows furrowed in confusion when he saw his three teammates heading for the door, “What’s going on?”

“Tony wants to talk to us. We’ll just be going over more strategies how to catch Rawlins and Pierce,” Hope said confidently, her face appearing plain and neutral. 

Bucky’s shoulders sagged, “Oh, uh, okay.”

“You’ll be okay, right?” Sam asked, he was always one to be concerned for Bucky, despite their constant bickering. 

He nodded, “Yeah. I’ll just be watching Netflix or something. Keep me updated.” he watched as they all gave him a nod and proceeded to walk out your door. As soon as he was sure that they were a good distance away, he bolted to his room, dressing in his gear. It was go time. 

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After receiving a stream of Nat’s incoming texts, Bucky was off driving towards Monterey. He’s so grateful that he decided to bring a bike with him. As he’s racing his way against his team, his mind goes back to when he showed you his bike. 

“Wow. That’s a very beautiful bike, Bucky.” you whistled, overlooking the motorcycle. 

He straddled the seat, “Yeah, she is. Want a ride?”

You snort, “Hell no! Motorcycle accidents are more prevalent than car accidents.”

Bucky chuckled, “Come on, sweetheart. I promised I’d protect ya, so that means you’ll be safe with me on the bike.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and shook your head, “Not gonna happen, Barnes.”

He licked his lips and shook his head, “You’re such a scaredy cat.”

“You know what, I am and I’m not afraid to say it! So you go ahead and have a nice ride on your death trap while I stay here alive and well!”

Bucky revs his engine and continues his way to Monterey. According to his GPS, it’ll take about two hours to get there, but with the way he’s speeding, he’s oping to drop it down to one hour. 

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In the jet on their way to Monterey, Hope, Nat, and Sam are mentally preparing themselves on bringing these guys in. Sam in leaning over, elbows resting on his knees as he stares down at his shoes. You and he became good friends during the time him and the team has been protecting you. You two would laugh and joke around. It was nice and, a lot of times, it didn’t feel like you were a client to him. Just a friend. A friend that has a target on her back for years and it cost you your life. But they’re going to make it right. For you and for Bucky. He just wanted his friends to be alive and happy. 

Nat was overlooking a computer. Hope looked over and asked, “What’re you looking at?”

“Just making sure Barnes is exactly where we left him.” a blinking red dot titled Barnes, is found on the screen on a map that looks like the layout of your house. 

“And is he?”

“Yup, still in the living room.” she closes the computer, satisfied with her discovery. 

Hope leaned back, blankly staring across the walkway, “Don’t you feel guilty for lying to him? He should be here.”

“Yes, but he’s a liability. He’ll let his emotions get the best of him and it’ll completely ruin everything. Barnes is a friend, but if he didn’t get so involved with Y/N, this would’ve never happened.” Nat says with a pointed look. What she said is harsh, yet but true. Emotions tend to mess things up, that’s why they try not to get familiar with clients or anyone in their line of work, really. But you made it hard. You weren’t some corrupt politician or snot nosed rich kid. You were just a young woman who got caught up in dirty business, dirty business that ended up following you throughout your life. 

But once they get to Monterey, you’ll be able to have your freedom back.

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Bucky made it to Monterey in an hour and a half. Not the time he wanted, but still enough before his team arrives. As soon as he rolls up to the gated house, yeah, not a very subtle safe house, he gunned down the security guards in an instant. This was no time to pick and choose. They all worked for Rawlins and Pierce, therefore, they were all bad. 

Bucky sped down the gravel path, glock in hand, and shooting at any guard that came spilling out of the front door. As soon as they took a step out of the door, they dropped like pennies. 

He hopped off his bike and stalked into the home, pulling out the rifle he hid beneath his black leather jacket. Helmet still placed on his head, he continued his way through the house, shooting at anyone in sight. No time for mercy. This is what they get for killing you. 

Upstairs in an office, Rumlow begins to shove any furniture in front of the door to ensure that whoever was attacking them, couldn’t get through. Pierce and Rawlins watch from the security footage displayed on the computer. How is it that one man could easily take down dozens of theirs. 

The longer they continued to watch, the closer the gunshots grew. 

“WHERE ARE THEY?!” a booming voice shouts, followed by more shots. 

Soon enough, there were footsteps by the door and aggressive jiggling of the handle, “YOU CAN’T FUCKING HIDE, YOU BASTARDS! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE! YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME AND NOW YOU’RE GONNA DIE FOR IT!” Pierce, Rawlins, and Rumlow felt the blood drain from their face. They thought he died when they killed you. Looks like they were wrong and suddenly, they regret not shooting Bucky in the head.

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In the safety of your own safe house, you, Tony, and Steve watch from the body cams on Nat, Sam, and Hope as descend down the steps of the jet. 

“What the-” you hear Sam say as he races to the gates, looking down at three bodies. He checks each of their pulse, “They’re gone.”

“Who the fuck-” they hear gunshots and for a moment, everyone ducks. They all unholster their guns and start heading towards the house. More bodies. 

You look away, not enjoying the sight of so many dead men on the ground. You can’t handle it. 

“Holy shit,” you hear Hope curse. You peak and see more bodies. 

“How did someone make it before-”

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE! YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME AND NOW YOU’RE GONNA DIE FOR IT!” you hear faintly from the cams. 

“Is that Barnes?!” Hope cried out.

Nat shook her head, “No. It can’t be. His tracker showed that he was back at the house.” she looked up the stairs, gun still in the air, “I’m gonna go up. Search the floor for any other hostiles.” 

“Be careful, Nat,” Hope said with a nod before she continued down a hall, her gun up and on high alert. 

She followed the sounds of more gunshots and crashing sounds. She turned a corner just in time to see a figure dressed in black and a helmet covering their head. She quickly and cautiously followed pursuit. When she neared the door, she heard Rumlow speak.

“Listen, Barnes-” she heard a bang and a thud on the floor.

“You don’t have to do this, Barnes,” Pierce spoke up. 

“You didn’t have to kill Y/N. I only think it’s fair that I return the favor.”

“Killing us won’t bring her back,” Rawlins said. 

Bucky scoffed, “No, but it’ll damn sure gimme a peace of mind.”

That’s when Nat made herself known. She stepped into the doorway, gun up and pointing at Bucky’s back. He was no longer wearing the helmet, the item tossed to the side next to Rumlow’s now dead body.

“Don’t do it, Bucky. You’ve already done enough. Y/N-”

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me what Y/N would’ve wanted, Romanoff!”  Bucky snapped at Nat and, honestly, she’s never seen him so unhinged like this before. But then again, she’s never seen him so wrapped up in a person like he was with you. 

Your hands are covering your mouth as you continue to watch the footage. Your eyes tearing up because you’re hurting for Bucky. You see now how much your supposed death has taken a toll on him and you feel so guilty for being a part of it. 

“Bucky, come on. Just lower your gun and we’ll take it from here. No one else has to die today.” 

“They killed her, Nat.”

“No, they didn’t. Y/N is alive.”

You see from Nat’s cam that his hold on his gun falters, “W-What?”

“Y/N is alive. We faked her death to catch these guys. She’s alive and well and watching you right now from my body cam.”

Bucky’s shoulders fall for a moment and then tense up. “You all lied to me.”

“We had to. You were too much of a liability.”

You heard him scoff, “Didn’t really help much.”

“Regardless, put the gun down. I don’t want to hurt you more than you already are.” Everyone in the room and everyone at the safe house waited in silence, anxious to see what Bucky would do next. A part of you wanted to see him kill the men that ruined your life, but also, a part of you didn’t. 

You then hear two gunshots and two bodies fall to the ground with a thud.

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As Fate Would Have It (Part 16)

Paring: WinterSoldier!Bucky x Spy!Reader

Catch Up here | Masterlist

Words: 4.1k | Note: Reader’s alias is Elle/Helen

A/N: It is with great pleasure that I can finally, finally, say that this chapter was actually the first ever chapter I wrote for this series (before it was even a series tbh). All the previous chapters were meant to be simple, world-building prequels that spiralled out of control! lol. Writing just turns out like that sometimes.

Warnings: Violence, themes of PTSD, brainwashing, mentions of sex, terribly written action scenes and annngggst?

Note: I chose to call Bucky’s POV the 'Winter Soldier' because I firmly believe that at this point they are two separate people.

Songs: White Rabbit | The Winter Soldier | Siberian Overture

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~Brooklyn~

You looked out the window overlooking a garden filled with yellow roses while a cup of tea cooled between your palms. Your reflection looking back at you with a blank expression, your hair still as white as snow. The steam reaching up to tickle your nose with the notes of chamomile and peppermint.

"How're the kids?" You asked the woman sat next to you. Her face framed by glasses that looked alien against her heart-shaped face. Grey hairs growing in number at a more frequent pace.

"Jack's finally got a job," she sounded thankful. "And Ellie just transfered to Brown."

You smiled warmly, "I told you he'd land on his feet."

"About god damn time, that kid nearly drove me up the wall."

You tutted, "Remember what the doctor said about minding that temper, it's not good for your blood pressure Sal."

"Keepin' my blood pressure in check is Hal's job," she said with a little sass as her thumb rubbed against her wedding ring. "You going somewhere?"

"Why'd you ask?"

"You only come over before you disappear for a while."

You chuckled, "Paris. Got a new job. Protective detail."

Sally looked out the window wistfully, her age showing clear as day, "Hal always promised we'd go to Paris for our honeymoon."

You turned to your old friend and nudged her with your elbow, "If you promise to keep your blood pressure in check, I'll take you someday."

"Someday for you isn't the same for me," Sally noted, looking at your reflection thoughtfully. "Hard to believe we were once the same age."

You stood from the chair and put on your bomber jacket, "We still are."

Sally took your cup to the sink, "Yes, you just discovered the secret to eternal youth. Good thing Annie isn't with us no more, or else she'd lock you in her basement till you told her your secret, god rest her soul."

You laughed half-heartedly. You placed a kiss on her temple before grabbing your motorcycle keys, "Try not to be too hard on Jack while I'm gone. Oh, and… uh, give Hal my best!"

"Will do, hun! Oh and Y/N!" She walked over to you and handed you a folded piece of photo paper. "I got Ellie to help me figure out how to use one of them copiers. It's a little darker than the original but..."

You looked down at the last photo you'd ever taken. Early 1942; you, Sally, Hal, Bucky, Steve and Annie stood under a going away banner that read:‘Good Luck At Your New Job!!’

"Two exclamation marks..." you mused lightly.

You left Sally's house and slid your helmet over your head.

***

The cryo-chamber unhooked with a metallic hiss, frost smoking out like fog as the cylindrical containment was lifted up. The hydraulics of the levers arm let out a groan of air. Yellow light bathing the room.

"Ghaaaaahh!" The Winter Soldier screamed in agony as the machine fastened over his right eye flashed blinding streaks of white light into his corneas.

"Zhelaniye," a man dressed in a decorated military uniform read out from a red leather-bound book -most likely a Major.

Longing

The screams persisted as a few more flashes of white light flickered.

"Rzhavyy."

Rusted

The screaming stopped.

"Semnadtsat’."

Seventeen

The machine gave off an electrical whizz as it dismantled away from the metal armed soldier's face. His breathing was raged, animalistic. His jaw still shut tight from the aftershocks of pain but it was his eyes that unsettled the most, seething with unbridled rage.

The Major continued reading out the words with no care for the soldier's disposition, "Rassvet. Pech’. Devyat. Dobroserdechnyy. Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu. Odin. Gruzovoy vagon."

Daybreak. Furnace. Nine. Benign. Homecoming. One. Freight car.

The soldier in the chair had steadied his breathing now. Each breath calm, composed, sinister.

"Dobroye utro, Soldat." The Major said monotonously, slamming the red book shut.

Good morning, Soldier.

The soldier kept his eyes glued to something infinitesimal in front of him with almost inhuman stillness, "Ya gotov otvechat’." His voice was as rough as gravel.

Ready to comply

The Major walked over to a table and retrieved a file and opened it to the middle part. He placed the docket in front of the Winter Soldier, the file making a slapping noise with the table.

There were two photographs fastened to the docket with paper clips. The larger of the two photographs, and coincidentally of better quality, was of a rounding man with a thinning hairline and thick moustache. The smaller photo wasn't in colour or of a high resolution, the only features that could be made out were that it was an image of a woman wearing a trench coat almost as white as her hair, large glasses obscuring half her face.

"Your target is this man. He's a French politician."

The Winter Soldier stood, his metal finger tapping heavily on the photograph. "Understood."

"Soldat. Take extra precaution. He's hired extra security. Someone we've had trouble within the past. She has made quite a name for herself due to her illusive nature. No one knows where she came from, who trained her or her real name. The intelligence community has taken to calling her the White Rabbit."

The soldier flinched, his brain scrambling for a moment as a woman’s voice he didn't recognise spoke out as clear as day: "The little rabbit?"

Internally, a high pitched noise generated a distorted image of blood-stained lips opening into an unnerving smile. Dead eyes staring up at the sky.

His head jerked to the side in a ridged motion before it snapped back in place, strands of long raven hair sticking to the sweat on his face. The noise fizzled out of his brain as though it never existed. He looked up to his superior officer and shrugged off the incident that just occurred, "Understood."

~Paris, France~

You followed your client into the VIP lounge area of a prestigious club. As soon as you walked through the bead roped entranced, a ring of smoke diffused around your face, a trail of white smoke leading back to a patron sitting on a couch blowing out expertly crafted smoke rings from a hookah pipe. The smell of clover and something more primal, sexual, stuck to the walls of the secret member’s only club. Amidst all the fancy dressed men and women, you stood out with your all-black tactical gear.

Your client walked past several seedy rooms until he reached the final room at the end of the hallway. You stepped in front of him and opened the door. After canvassing the area you gave him the all-clear. Several minutes later his associates arrived and they all sat around in a circle of expensive tastes, finely tailored suits and beefy cigars that reminded you of Colonel Phillips.

It was strange how your memory of your encounter with him brought you comfort, but these days comfort was near impossible for you to find, so you took it where you found it.

You stood as still and balanced as a marble statue, your gloved hands held behind your back in a stiff posture. On occasion, you and other bodyguards would do a sweep of the room.

"Jesus, doesn't she freak you the fuck out?" One of the smartly dressed men asked in fluent French. A language you were well versed in. "She's like a fucking statue. I haven't seen her move once. Except for those dead eyes of hers."

Your employer glanced at you with a large cigar between his crooked teeth, "Sometimes, sure. But I've noticed how intimidating she makes me look when I'm in a room filled with assholes almost as lecherous as you!"

The men laughed- so did some of their protection detail.

"Besides, once you get passed the whole ghost look, she's actually not so bad to look at," your employer grumbled suggestively with a sick grin on his face.

Your eyes snapped to him and he choked on some of his spit, washing it down with a glass of port. You looked back to the windows as you canvassed the area again. A breeze blew the lace curtains softly, making you think of the lace curtains that had drawn patterns across Bucky’s face with the sunlight in his apartment.

You bit down, hard, as you forced yourself to focus on hand. A ray of red-light was reflected by a well-polished, silver, decor piece. The ray transformed into a dot and instinctively you reached across the room and pulled the back of your employer's chair to the ground.

The soft whistle of a silencer pierced through glass, grazing the side of your arm. You snarled at the contact.

The room was silent for a second and then a second bullet pierced through the glass window, this time forcing it to shatter.

"Get down!" You ordered as several security personnel moved to shield their employers and transport them away from the room.

You kicked the oak tabled to the side and took cover behind it. "Get them to the safe room downstairs!" You ordered the rest of the personnel.

"What about you?" One of the bodyguards asked.

"I'll lay down cover fire. Get them out of here." You said calmly as you upholstered your 9mm handgun and fired based off the trajectory of the bullets holes lodged in the wall.

Several of your bullets ricochet off something metallic from the sniper's nest on the adjacent roof. The impact forming sparks in the night air.

The room became a burial site for sniper slugs as they littered the walls and sofas and decorations. The metallic pinging sound reminding you to stay hunkered low until your enemies clip ran out.

You reloaded your gun and fired off cover shots as you moved away from the window. On the ground was a single casing. You recognised the make. Soviet slug, no rifling. The memory of the ambush in the mountains skittered across your synapses before you were brought back to the present by another shot tearing through the weak walls.

Suddenly, the shooting stopped. You rose from behind cover and tried to gain a visual of the target with a piece of broken mirror. From this angle, you saw the silhouette of what you assumed to be the rifleman run and then jump. The sound of glass shattering from the window a floor below alerting you to the fact he was now in the building.

A small object hit the floor in the room around the same time, you looked over and realised he had thrown a grenade into the room.

"Fuck..." you swore in a panic, holstering your gun before you lassoed the hooked end of your utility rope around a column and dove out the window. The explosion from the grenade sent off hundreds of pieces of shrapnel flying through the air. You managed to outrun the brunt of the impact, but some slugs embedded themselves in your back and thigh. You gasped from the pain.

Swinging in the air, you propelled your body towards the window the assailant had jumped through and unclipped the rope from your belt once you dove through the window.

You ran after the sounds of a heavy man’s boots sprinting down the series of open rooms. You were faster and more agile so you caught up to him faster than most would've been able too. As soon as you got close enough to the man, you sprinted closer and slid your legs under his in an effort to topple him.

He anticipated your moves with inhuman speed. As soon as your leg knocked his off-balance, he used his metal arm to balance his upheaved weight around and down so he was facing you as soon as his body stopped moving through the air. His fingers leaving a trail of claw-like scratches on the floor.

You quickly upholstered your weapon while your back was on the ground and fired off several shots. The assassin deflected them all with his opened metal palm.

You hissed in annoyance then backflipped twice to gain some distance between you and him before you fired more shots. This time he bobbed and weaved, avoiding most of your bullets save for the one that scrapped alongside his protective eyewear, grazing the skin above his eyebrow in an angled slant.

The assassin charged at you with all his strength. You pulled the trigger but the clip was empty. You tossed your gun and timed his charge so you could sling over and around him, wrapping your legs around his midrib as you furiously hammered the business end of your elbow into the concave of his shoulder blade.

One, two, three, you landed bone-crunching hits into his collar and shoulder blade but it didn't slow him down for a second. He reached over and around, grabbed the back of your tactical vest and flung you over and away from him.

Your body slumped into the wall with intense velocity, popping your shoulder out of its socket and leaving an indent in the drywall. You coughed out blood, then shook the ringing from your ears and stood to face him. Gripping your dislocated arm, you tugged on it hard, snapping it in place with a painful grunt.

"Okay, comrade. You want to play dirty, let’s play dirty!" You rotated your wrists clockwise, activating the current switch embedded inside you gloves. They thrummed with an electric current pulsating through them as you unclipped the metal batons from your back. Electric crackles of electricity sparking down the length of you metal fight sticks. "Let's see how well you handle current!"

The assassin stalked over in large strides, upholstering his knife from the side of his leg. He gripped it with the precision of an expert. Come to think of it, a lot of his tactics were similar to those you were taught in the Red Room.

He forward slashed and backslashed in quick succession of the other. You pirouetted away on your light feet and spun around him, bringing your electrified batons crashing down on his metal arm. The electricity conducted lethally from your gloves to his body, making him let out a shrill howl.

The sound of his cries sounded familiar. Darkened but familiar.

You faltered for a split second and that was all the time he needed to spin around and kick you against the wall.

You heard your rib crack as one baton fell to the ground. Relentlessly, he traded one blow after the other with his metal arm aimed at your head. You ducked and leaned away from each attack, but the wall now had four fist-sized punctures in them.

For his final move, he spin-kicked you in the stomach one more time and the wall integrity gave in. You fell through the crumbling wall and landed against a mound of white, dusty drywall.

The assassin hovered over you, knife in hand. Your mouth was filled with the taste of blood and your organs screamed in agony. You tried to crawl towards your batons a few inches in front of you.

You dragged your body at a snail’s pace, the assassin simply followed after you in languid steps. When your hand wrapped around the baton, his boot pressed down on your gloved hand, preventing you from lifting it and cracking the electric conductor that generated the current in your gloves.

He turned you over so your back was to the floor and your eyes stared at his black mask. He slipped his knife between your ribs and you let out a soft gasp for air.

"Hhhnngggg!" You bit down to keep from screaming, your mind beginning to fracture as you hallucinated pink petals raining down around you.

You gripped his hand and tried to push it away. A sliver of electricity passed through you both. Your eyes shot open from surprise. For a second, you thought you were back in your old apartment, hands laced together with Bucky while you sat on your couch. Then the bone serrating sound of the knife leaving your chest snapped you back to the present.

With what remnants of a stable mind you had left, you urged the muscles in your hand to work as you reached into a pouch pocket and pulled out a syringe of adrenaline. You took several controlled breaths and then plunged it into your heart, a scream rippling out of your lungs as you pushed down on the plunger.

***

The Winter Soldier stood, backing away from his defeated foe, wiping his knife on the sleeve of his shirt as he made his way towards his real objective. Then he heard her gasp raggedly and his mind instantly pictured her wearing a pink waitress uniform, notepad in hand, offering a handkerchief to a scrawny man seated across him.

He braced both sides of his head as this intrusive image seared like hot coals across his thoughts. The pain was so intense he was brought down to one knee in a loud thud. A scream filled the room and he willed the pain to stop as he turned to look at the woman he left dying on the floor, except she wasn't dying anymore.

In amazement and curiosity, he watched as she picked herself off the floor. Every scrape, cut and wound beginning to heal, as she came after him. She danced around him faster than before, the adrenaline making her a nimble opponent, too slippery for him to get his hands around. She punched, kicked and elbowed with combo after combo in a dizzying flurry.

The Winter Soldier was slowly backed towards a tall window. She kicked him three times square in the chest, face and shoulder, sending his back forcefully into the window glass, causing it to sound out a cracking sound the instant his face guard got knocked off.

When he thought she was about to finish her attacks and kick him out the eight-story building, she froze. Eyes opened wider than ever, eyeballs skittering across every inch of his face in search of something, her lips and fingers quivering subtly. It was then he saw her fists no longer clenched defensively.

"That's impossi--" Her words no louder than a pin-drop.

The Winter Soldier's metal arm reached out and grabbed onto her arm, using his tremendous strength to fling her into the adjacent wall. Their faces mere inches apart. Hers contorted by pain and confusion. She stared into his steel-blue eyes, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Her petite fingers wrapped around his hand -still connected to her throat- but she didn't fight him.

Anger filled his senses as he couldn't make sense of all the images and colours and flashes that were evoked by her touch. The skull-cracking headache placing unbearable pressure on his cranium. He tried to blink the pain away, and for all his agonising efforts, it only grew deeper. The Winter Soldier struggled to keep his grip fixed on her throat.

***

Bucky's metal fingers felt so cold against your skin, almost as cold as his eyes. It hurt you how devoid of emotion they were when he stared at you with menacing rage. Nevertheless, you kept searching for a glimpse of the man you once knew. The man you once loved. And if the swell of emotions tangling against your heart was any indication, you were certain you were still in love with him.

Your fingers slid along the length of his arm as he turned his gaze away from you as though you burned him. His brows close together and eyes crinkling in pain.

You were a half-inch away from touching a strand of his outgrown hair when his head snapped back to yours with a newfound determination, and then he began to squeeze his grip.

He effortlessly raised your body off the ground, feet dangling as blood rushed to your brain. Your fingers began to claw and dig against his iron-clad grip, fighting to open up your airways.

***

The woman struggled against his tightened grip, back of her feet kicking against the wall as she failed to gasp for breath. She made him feel uncertain. The touch of her skin, even against his metal arm, felt hauntingly familiar. Almost as though they had this before, be close to one another, touch one another. Another image attacked his thoughts, this time she was seated beside him high atop the world, watching an extravaganza of fireworks.

“What… Is she doing to me?” His thoughts screamed in disarray.

Whatever powers she had over him mattered not because no matter how many images shed conjure to bombard his senses, and no matter how conflicting his feelings became, she was keeping him from his target. And the Winter Soldier never fails.

"Bucky..." She whimpered.

His hand began to shake as another memory was awoken:

“Bucky,” she whispered before bridging the gap between the two them. Rumblings of a crowd begin to cheer and whistle. Her giggling into the kiss. Fireworks going off in the distance, bathing her skin in its artificial rainbow of colours.

The Winter Soldier shook his head furiously, blinking away the image. He looked back up at the woman locked within his death grip, her face turning red.

A single tear ran down her cheek and plopped onto his metal arm. She looked at him without fear or bitterness.

"Buck," she failed to let out the whole word through cracking vocals.

Another flash bombarded his senses:

“I’ve missed you, Buck,” she admitted. He placed one hand around her cheek, the other around the small of your back holding her gaze. His lips met hers in a passionate embrace, she leaned into his touch as a moan escaped her lips. He guided her body towards a wall, pinning her there while one hand moved achingly slowly from her waist to her thigh. His grip greedy and rough causing her to quiver.

The flash disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.

The woman saw this as an opening as sucked in as much air as her constricted airways were allowed.

"Buchanan!" She shouted with all the strength she had left, eyes glaring at him with fire.

This time the flash was stronger:

"Buchanan!" She mewled as she climaxed atop him. Her swollen lips placing sloppy kisses on his. The muscles of her core contracting around him, edging him closer to his own release. He gripped her hips higher, she moaned pleasantly in response. He thrust deeper, trying to become one with her, and then he climaxed inside her, filling her completely. She fell against his chest like a rag doll, her fingers drawing circles where his heart should be. Then he uttered: "God… I never want to be apart from you."  

***

Bucky, or whatever it was he had become now, instantly released his fingers from your neck, leaving behind deep bruised marks. You sucked in air like some famished animal, your hand gripping at your shirt collar.

You scampered for purchase on the wall as your balance was still uneven. Slowly, you brought your eyes to meet Bucky's and this time you felt relief.

He was on his knees, a lost expression taking over as tears slid down his face. He was looking up at you, hands shaking furiously. The veins on his temple swollen and exposed. This wasn't the face of the stranger who just tried to kill you. This was the face of a man torn in two.

Hope flickered to life inside you. Your eyebrows drawing upwards in solace. A dark chuckle sputtering in your throat.

Of course, this was how fate decreed you meet again. Any other way would've been too easy.

Through the silence, you picked up the soft sound of the elevator nearby ding each time it went up a floor. There was you back up.

"H-Helen?" He finally found the strength to speak in a voice darker than the one you knew.

You hadn't expected him to call you by that name. You knew your focus should have been on the miracle Bucky was alive and seemingly hadn't aged, or the fact he remembered you, but instead, your thoughts returned to that damned day in the mountains. To the sound of bullets cutting through bodies, explosions scattering shrapnel into your body.

Your mind retreated further into itself, returning to that chair in the torture cell and all the times you'd been showered with shock after shock after shock.

You knelt down and picked up a piece of piping that had been loosened during the fight. Your eyes closing shut for a moment as you took shallow breaths.

The pain, starvation and hate you endured while being held prisoner at the expense of Yelena's betrayal turned into a whirlpool of rage, dragging you to the bottom of a dark pit inside you.

When you opened your eyes, white-hot fury burned through your irises. You snapped like steam building in a pressure cooker and before you could stop yourself, you swung the piece of piping at Bucky's head, knocking him onto the ground. He was out cold.

The elevator dinged again. They were getting closer.

"I always hated that name," you dropped the pipping and ran your hand through your damp hair. You tried to strategize how to get out of this new predicament. "Now, what the fuck am I going to do with you?"

~Part 17 Coming Soon

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[buckitybarnes]

Sticks, Stones, and Broken Bones [3] Bucky x Reader

Summary: When the Avengers catch wind of a HYDRA swarm at a local middle school, they’re there to see what’s up. What they find is beyond them. She’s mature for her age, she’s spunky and ready to bring the bad guys down to their knees, and most of all…she’s looking for her mom. They only want to help, but there are too many sides to this war, and very few you can trust. Bucky makes it a little more complicated when he experiences sympathy and becomes attached.

Warnings/Themes: violence/gore, Mentions of death, angst, fluff, Dad!Bucky, Reader is not the real mom, Nice uncle stevie and gang, Soft boi, humor, profanity, Mentions of a terrorist attack/school attack.

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Chapter 3: Firecracker

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A feisty little fireball…

That’s exactly what Bucky thinks of you. Even with you yelling at him and threatening everyone else in this room, he regards you with a smirk.

Bruce was nervously grounding himself in the corner, unable to think clearly with your loud talking. For once, Tony remains silent. He stares with a disapproving scowl before moving to the computers and typing away in a search engine. Mable, who wandered back in after a few minutes, innocently finishes her snack, unfazed by your rambling.

And Bucky….well, Bucky thought it was rather adorable to a certain point. He made it verbally clear too. The incredulous look on your face only gave him deeper satisfaction.

“And at what point would that be?” you challenge, ready to set this big oaf aflame.

“Keep pushing me and we might reach it, Doll.”

The pet name and the amusement behind his eyes make your blood boil.

Before you can knock him out, the door hisses open and in steps Captain America.

“That’s enough,” he demands, throwing Bucky a pointed glare.

Clearly catching his disappointment, Bucky’s eyebrows furrow. “She started it,” he accuses.

“And you’re both ending it,” Steve deflects, shaking his head. There was no room for argument.

You huff in annoyance. Something about Steve’s authoritative manner made you back down instantly. Clearly, he was called the Captain for a reason.

He gestures for Mable to get up out of her chair and she doesn’t hesitate, sauntering over to her new friend. While you had been gone, she was quick to find her allies here in the tower.

“Bucky, why don’t you make Mae some lunch while Miss [Y/L/N] and I talk?”

Bucky opens his mouth to argue but shuts it quickly after the look Steve gives him. He gives you one last glare before holding his hand out to Mable. She wraps her small hand around his and follows, throwing you an apologetic smile.

As soon as the two leave the room, you turn to the Captain and huff. “I’m gonna flip my shit.”

“Looks like you’re past that stage,” Steve teases, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He sighs tiredly and gestures for you to sit. “Let’s talk.”

“About what, exactly?”

Tony butts in this time, relieved that Steve has calmed you down somewhat. “About you and your little girl. About who you are and what you should be doing to make sure your ass isn’t caught by Hydra again.” He holds a finger up when you begin to speak. “I let you barge in here, Cupcake, but I can certainly throw you back out.”

The spinning stool screeches slightly when you sit. Your cold glare does not waver underneath his own.

“You’re clearly not safe at home.”

You shake your head. “It’s called a ‘Safe House’ for a reason. Besides, we weren’t attacked at home.”

Tony nods once to Bruce, who picks up a tablet from his desk and places it in your hands. In front of you sits live footage of the outside of your house.

It’s on fire.

Poetic irony is what you would call it if you weren’t so angry. That house was your pride and joy. You helped build it from the ground up and ever since you and Mable moved in, it had become a safe-haven.

Or so you thought.

You can see Hydra agents scurrying out, holding close possessions and photos. You can see one shake their head, probably confirming that you indeed were not home. When you see red and blue lights approaching from a distance, you observe them as they sneakily make their way out from the crime scene.

“How the fuck do you have cameras on it….”

“Your kid’s backpack has your address and I did a little Googling. Was able to send out a droid. Times are changing. Technology is advancing,” he says dryly.

“How did they find it?”

Tony shakes his head. “Beats me.” He taps the table, calling for your attention, and when you look up, he smiles sadly. “Listen, I’m sorry that this is happening, but you have to change your strategy.”

Seeing the ruins of your house, your shoulders slump in defeat. You weren’t cut out for this. You needed professional help. “What are you suggesting, Stark?”

“Until we can get Hydra off of your backs or at least figure out why they’re after you, you’re gonna have to find another place to be safe.”

“I don’t do crowds. I couldn’t live in the complex.”

“Wasn’t suggesting the complex. It’s an obvious space. It’s way too risky.” He pulls out a key from the keyring in his pocket and hands it to you. “I’ve got a beach house in Nags Head. Used to go there all the time as a getaway. It’s yours for now.”

You slowly pluck the key from his hand and frown. “Anyone know where this place is?”

He hums lowly. “Me, Pepper, Rogers, and now you and little Mable.” He eyes you with a sharp gaze. “Of course, you’re no Avenger....”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t protect myself out there.”

His smile turns into a crooked smirk. “Sure, but I also gotta make sure you don’t wreck my vacation home and you never know when you’ll need the extra hand.”

For once, you back down. He had a point, again, If you almost lost Mable in a school shooting, who knows what could happen if you weren’t prepared for the next attack? “Alright….who’s it gonna be?”

Mable comes rushing back in, and you turn away too quickly to see the wicked smirk on Tony’s face.

She grins from ear-to-ear as if none of the earlier events happened. “Hey! Did you know we’re having the Winter Soldier as our bodyguard?!”

Your stomach drops in pure dread.

“Absolutely not --”

You’re cut off when an empty backpack comes flying out from behind Mable and hits you square in the face. As it falls to the ground, you see Bucky poke his head inside, smiling in faux innocence.

“Can we go grocery shopping first? Need food. So much food.”

You deadpan at him before looking at Tony. “Why?” He has his back turned to you, trying to rub off some of the soot you left on the ground with a paper towel under his shoes. “Well, to be honest, he’s the trash of this group. We dispose of him before anyone else.”

Surprisingly, Bucky sniggers. It’s been a while since he’s made amends with the billionaire. The jabs exchanged between the two now are a part of their new awkward friendship.

You roll your eyes and stand from your seat, stomping over to Mable and the walking tin can.

Oh, how you hoped for a quick solution to this situation.

“There’s one more thing,” Tony calls out, stopping you in your tracks.

Never in any press conference or footage have you seen Tony Stark so cold.

It feels like you’re talking to a different man entirely.

“While you were busy cursing up a storm, I ran some scans. A girl got her father’s powers of combustion and at a young age became a delinquent because she couldn’t handle being different. When he passed away she started committing arson. Jumped from city to city and she’s only been caught once burning down a big politician’s house, but then she escaped and they couldn’t catch her. Ring any bells?”

You’re not only taken aback by his sudden outburst, but you were livid. He was overwhelming you, throwing everything that you’ve ever tried to hide back in your face, and out of absolutely nowhere.

“Where the hell are you going with this?” In actuality, you knew exactly where he was going with this. You knew this man liked to have the upper hand. He enjoyed being in control, it made him feel safe.

It also meant that he saw you as a detriment, and if your suspicions were correct, you had nothing to bite back with. “You don’t know everything, I started doing that shit because --”

“Because what? Because you wanted to watch the world burn when it turned against you?”

“Tony,” Steve interjects, shaking his head tersely. He reminded you that you and Tony weren’t the only ones in the room. Everyone was just silent as they absorbed the shocking information “That’s not necessary.”

Tony clears his throat, clearly caught up in the heat of the moment. He didn’t know you, but from what he did gather, he didn’t like what you were doing. Something just snapped within him after holding back from you this entire encounter.

The idea of lashing out just because you had a bad childhood was insanely infuriating. If he can help it, he wouldn’t let Mable end up like you. He could shape her into a hero.

He eyes you and you eye him. A silent agreement is made to put this distaste for each other on hold.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” he starts. With a small gesture to Mable, who is currently hiding behind Bucky, he sighs deeply. “We’ve got Wanda here that can help Mable control her powers. I’m not asking you to do any dirty work, but I am asking you to lay low for a while. No job. No school. Homeschooling is always an option.”

“You want us to give it all up?” you ask. “As if our whole world hasn’t already been flipped upside down?”

“If I’m being completely honest, I only want to keep her from becoming something we don’t want: another problem.”

That main problem was you.

But that wasn’t fair. Not at all.

You stopped committing crimes, learned to harness your powers. You started living a completely normal life before all of this, and now, he was projecting his hate of your previous wrongdoings onto a different situation.

You know for a fact that Mable didn’t have to use her abilities. She could lock them up and have a better childhood than yours.

But was it fair to make the decision for her?

You give Tony and Steve one last glance before turning back around.

“Give me some time to think about it,” you demand.

“The sooner she starts training, the better she becomes at controlling it,” Tony answers.

You storm past Bucky, making your way towards the car.

Hesitantly, Mable follows, busy with her own thoughts on the issue at hand.

--

The ride to North Carolina was anything but exciting.

Tony suggested you took a car instead of a jet to remain more incognito. So, here you are in the passenger’s seat of a black Land Rover. Mable’s in the back with her seatbelt on, but you’re still worried due to Bucky’s inconsistent driving.

Sometimes he drags, allowing cars to pass by (some drivers angrier than others). Sometimes, he floors it out of nowhere, and you’re not sure if it’s on purpose. Either way, you wanted to confront Steve about his best friend’s horrible driving skills.

“Hey,” Mable calls out, cutting through the sounds of the radio.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks first, earning a confused glare from you.

Mable throws Bucky a dashing smile before turning completely towards you. “I was thinking….Mr.Stark said that Wanda could help me with my powers…”

“We’ll talk about it later, Mable,” you mutter tiredly, leaning your head against the window. You don’t see Bucky raising an eyebrow at you.

He had his own opinions about the situation, but he knew he was out of place to say anything. Still, he thought that training Mable was for the best. She didn’t even have to use her powers, and if worse comes to worst, she had something to protect herself with.

He feels for the kid. God knows it took him years after Hydra to fully accept his super-serum capabilities and the damn hunk of metal replacing his arm. It had to be a huge stress on a child to have dangerous powers at this age.

“But it’s important! She knows how to --”

“Mable,” You cut in sternly. “I said we’ll talk about this later.”

She makes a noise of frustration before going silent. You don’t have to peer over to know she’s swallowing a lump in her throat and trying her best not to cry.

It pains you to see her so crushed about the situation, but the pressure was dragging you down with it.

The sudden move, Tony digging up your dirty secrets, and the thought that you’d have someone to babysit you just gave you the biggest headache. You needed to collect yourself, and right now, the only place to do it was in your new house in your new room.

“Fuck,” you growl under your breath.

You had opened your bag to look for one of the magazines you were reading earlier.

You left it back at home.

And now it was gone, burned away with every other belonging.

You don’t know why, but you start tearing up, your throat burning and your vision blurring.

It was a magazine. A stupid, ‘Here’s your latest Celebrity Gossip’  magazine, but the thought of losing something to a housefire reminded you that you lost everything to that damn housefire.

You didn’t even have much of your clothes.

The only things in your bag were your wallet, some miscellaneous snacks, a t-shirt and sweats for after work, and a set of keys to that very house.

“You alright?” Bucky asks. He bites his bottom lip. For once, concern fills his features. He’s used to being in the middle of a cross-fire, but it makes him nervous no less.

“It’s fine,” you answer, trying to assure him as much as you try to assure yourself. “It’s just a stupid magazine I left at home.”

The dismissive tone in your voice stops his words from leaving his own mouth. He hums in understanding, turning up the radio to fill the heavy quiet with some music.

Bucky Barnes listened to classical music. He says it calms him down and chases away the bad thoughts.

And he’s right.

The soft piano notes fill your head as you watch the scenery fly by from outside the window.

At least you get a new start, even if it is not the first.

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[khalessi34]

Words on paper

Pairings: Avengers! x Reader! (Writer) 

Warnings: A bit of angst but good ending! 

Summary: After living so long with the Avengers the reader somehow stumbles upon Fanfic about them and becomes obsessed. You become determined to end up writing the greatest fic of all time by studying your friends and asking them to do random things! 

Somehow up above some god had decided to bestow on you some wonderful gift as you randomly searched the web to get your mind off of things. It was a beautiful moment when you stumbled upon it, Fanfic, the worlds greatest weapon of all time. It felt like you were seeing your friends for the first time in a new light, how could they ever react to this? 

The Avengers, all of them with secret fan bases around the world and it could not have been more perfect for you. Yet somehow you struggled to shake the fact they weren’t actually there and these were just stories made by some incredible writer taking time off their day to bring you such good words. 

“How daRE YOU!” Steve suddenly jumped from the table watching as tears ran down your face and worry shot through him like lighting. 

“(y/n) What's wrong? Did something happen?” He tried consoling you but you only shook your head crying even harder as you fell to your knees, “Tell me what's wrong? Please?” 

“How could you break the reader's heart like that?!” His face suddenly lost all worry and instead, only a blank look washed over his features. 

“W-What?” 

“You despicable man! How dare you choose that other women over the reader?! Can’t you see they have been there for you since you were a child and somehow they gained immortality to be with you but you decide to--” He didn’t listen anymore, he just walked away. 

Tony scruffed his beard lightly trying to figure out what to fix in his equation when the door to his lab burst open and you came charging in shedding tears everywhere. 

“OH GOD TONY I AM SO SORRY YOU POOR BROKEN MAN OH GOD I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU PLEASE DO NOT DRINK YOURSELF AWAY OH GOD TONY I AM SO SORRY!” He stumbled back holding you in his arms and you sobbed uncontrollably for the third time this day, it was getting out of hand, literally. 

“Bucky you idiot!” The super soldier felt the weight of something fly toward the back of his head propelling him forward, luckily with quick reflexes, he stopped before he smashed his head against the wall, “Your job as a bodyguard doesn’t matter! You have to tell the reader how you feel about her even as death stares both of you in the face and the evil politician is trying to kill her!” 

“I-I don’t understand? Is this a thing you young kids are into?” Sam shrugged his shoulders taking a spoonful of cereal but you weren’t done yet. 

“You! Sam Wilson! You deserve the world!” 

“Hell yeah, I do!” He nodded pursing his lips and continuing to shove cereal into his mouth smirking slightly at the soldier who watched with nervous eyes. 

“I didn’t know I was a bodyguard?” 

“Clint! Clint! Clint!” The Archer stiffened entirely snapping the bow on his hand before he was enveloped in a hug from behind him. 

“Wha--” 

“You don’t have to live in the vents all the time okay? I can share my bed if you need it buddy just tell me when you want it.” 

You stood a few feet away, watching him, studying him as he sat there conversing, you didn’t know if your theory would be correct but you wanted to know. You needed to know.  

“Thor?” 

“Yes (y/n)?” You stood timidly by the side holding the box of pop tarts before taking one out and holding it out to him, “Is this food?” 

“Yes, now please, eat it and tell me how it tastes.” Once he took a bite you had snagged that photo and posted it online, it broke the internet. 

It took months but finally, you were ready, you had read so many fanfics and cried and laughed that you knew it had come down to this. To the day you finally realized you wanted to write the greatest fanfic of all time. So you set out to do some research, of course, you had lived with the Avengers for as long as you can remember but after reading those stories some of the writers had actually painted accurate representations of some of your friends. For example, the fact that Steve did show a couple signs of PTS and that Tony buried himself in his work when he was bothered but after reading what could be going through their minds shook you to the core. 

“Bucky?” You called out watching him turn to face you, “Can you stand there for a second?” He furrowed his brows but complied with your request, out of all of the Avengers living in the compound he had grown a soft spot for you. 

“What’s this for (y/n)?” Bucky watched you bring out a notepad and pen beginning to scribble furiously until you were chest to chest with him, “(y/n?” 

His body stiffened feeling you grip his hands and placing them on your waist, there was a second where he couldn’t breathe, what’s happening? You scribbled even more before shifting out of his hands and bringing out a...measuring tape? 

“Oooooooo, this is good.” You began to mumble ignoring the incredulous look the soldier gave you, “I wonder what it would feel like around my neck?” 

“No,” The brown haired man shook his head before sprinting out of the common room leaving you with a slight frown on your features. 

“Darn, oh wait! Bruce! Bruce! How does Hulk feel when you have sex?!” 

“Steve, can you please do this for me?” 

“No, stop asking.” 

“Please just this once and I won’t bother you again.” 

“How about no.” 

“Come on don’t be like that!” 

“Fine hurry up.” 

“Yay!” You hurried out of his room coming back with the silly clothes for him to wear, you allowed him a couple minutes to himself before barging inside. 

There he stood, wearing a suit and tie dressed like a businessman, he even had the fake square glasses and watch (Courtesy of Tony Stark) to make it seem like he was a rich person. 

“Oh my god, it's like God’s have blessed my eyes.” Steve shifted uncomfortably for a second waving his hands around. 

“Are you ready or not?” You gave him a devilish smile, something he has somehow come to fear after what Bucky had said you had made Sam do, apparently you thought it would be a good idea for the winged man to wrap his legs around the soldiers and fly into the air. Bucky landed face first in front of the compound and had a nose bleed for two hours straight, “Oh, no.” 

“It’s finished!” You yelled at the top of your lungs throwing a stack of paper onto the table startling most of the Avengers, “I have finished my greatest creation yet!” 

“Is it what you’ve been working on for the past three months?” Natasha cocked her head to the side eyeing the stack with a wary expression, she would rather face 100 bad guys than going what you put her through. 

“Yes! and I will publish it tonight! I’m so excited I can’t wait for people to read this I worked so hard for this!” Everyone was a bit cranky at your random research but seeing the huge smile and bright sparkle in your eyes was actually worth all the trouble. 

“I’m sure it’ll be great, kid.” Tony took a sip of his coffee leaning back in his chair as everyone began to shower you with admiration. 

3 weeks later

“How long have they been in their room?” Sam stood outside your door with Bucky beside him glancing at the piece of metal with concern. 

“A couple days, won’t even come out and eat.” 

“Oh no, you guys this is bad.” Natasha called everyone as they circled the hologram of your story, comments and bad reviews that would go on for days, “Their story blew up but not in the way they wanted it,” 

Anonymous: Wow you don’t even know the characters to be writing about them! #fakefan

Anonymous: Honestly, it’s not that bad but it seems way too unrealistic for me, sorry not sorry. 

Anonymous: Yeah, this story needs a lot more improvement, you should try and look for a different hobby lol 

“Bastards, they’re all anonymous, those cowards,” Sam growled darkly shoving his chair back in anger, “Don’t they know they worked hard for that story?” 

“Guys, this is the internet we are talking about, they are trolls there's nothing we can do about this.” Steve stood up trying to talk some sense into his friend but deep down he wanted nothing more than to track those trolls down and beat them to a pulp. 

“I have an idea.” Tony chimed up from his desk glancing at the shut door where you were covered in blankets crying your heart out. 

Sometime in the middle of the night, you stumbled out of your room in the need for some food or something tasty. It had been a couple days since the utter failure of your story and you had decided to give up on such random hobbies but you loved writing it became your passion after reading so much. You believed that you were getting good and that your story would be okay but the world didn’t take it like that. 

“(Y/N)?” You gave out a shriek stumbling backward until your eyes landed on your friends, they all looked tired with dark bags under their eyes and a pang of guilt hit you in the chest. 

“What’s going on? Are you guys okay?” As you came around from the kitchen your eyes landed on stacks of papers, many of them all over the large table, “What is this?” 

“I know it might not be as good as yours,” Steve began talking before giving you a smirk. 

“And we didn’t do a ton of research since we didn’t have time,” Tony stifled a yawn placing a hand on his stack of papers and patting it. 

“We decided to write stories about you,” Sam smiled at you watching as tears began to form in your eyes as you realized what this was. 

“You’re important to us (y/n) so we wanted to show you that your story meant so much to us.” Clint threw his arm over Natasha who nodded at you waiting for the rest of the team to continue their own comments. 

“Yeah (n/n), you may think of us as your heroes but to us, you’re our hero.” Bucky walked forward placing his hand on your shoulder and squeezing tightly. 

“No matter what people say you are worthy,” Thor appeared from the shadows holding onto a large stack of paper in his arms and giving you that smile. 

“You’re family now and always,” Bruce carried his own stack as well and you let the tears flow, you realized that no matter what those trolls said they still loved your story. 

And as you cried into their arms that night reading as many of the papers as you could you realized that they loved you as much as you loved them even after you made them do crazy things. Family is family. 

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Bodyguard  -  Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky X Politician!Reader

Summary: As a young and controversial politician, you face some opposition. After a death threat is made and your security is at risk, you agree to get a bodyguard. You don’t expect him to be the most irritating and attractive man on the planet. With a history so deep and twisted you never thought you’d figure it out, a terrible corporation is determined to take you out of the political picture; using any means necessary. The only question is, how far is James willing to go to ensure your safety?

Warnings: Angst, Violence, threats, injuries, kidnapping, drugging, political talk (not a lot), terrorism (Wait for the plot twist tho guys), Smut, Fluff,

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Masterlist (Updated June 19th, 2017)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Guarded : You’re the child of a well known politician, and Bucky Barnes has been assigned to be your bodyguard. But when an accident happens and your memories vanish, will you recognize the man who once protected you, or will he just be another forgotten friend?

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Bodyguard  -  Five

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky X Politician!Reader

Summary: As a young and controversial politician, you face some opposition. After a death threat is made and your security is at risk, you agree to get a bodyguard. You don’t expect him to be the most irritating and attractive man on the planet. With a history so deep and twisted you never thought you’d figure it out, a terrible corporation is determined to take you out of the political picture; using any means necessary. The only question is, how far is James willing to go to ensure your safety?

Warnings: Angst, Violence, threats, injuries, kidnapping, drugging, political talk (not a lot), terrorism (Wait for the plot twist tho guys), Smut, Fluff, PTSD, (More to Come)

Word Count: 1.5K

A/n: I’d like it if you guys would leave feedback.

BASED OFF OF THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL: BODYGUARD TAGLIST IS OPEN

SERIES MASTERLIST ~*~

“HYDRA? What do you mean?” His hands are pushing you away slightly.

“It-they-I-” you stop trying to talk, putting your face in your hands and trying to breathe normally.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. What’s going on?” You look up into his eyes.

“I don’t know why it didn’t add up before,” you mumble, grabbing the file and sitting down at the kitchen table.

“What? Baby, you’re scaring me.” You look up at him, eyes glossy.

“The man who shot my father had this tattoo on his shoulder. The man outside my window had this tattoo on his shoulder. The shooters that were identified the other day, all had this tattoo. And even the terrorists that tried to bomb that elementary school had this fucking tattoo! This tattoo is HYDRA. HYDRA that’s been ruining my life since I was a fucking child.”

He sits next to you and rubs your back gently. “You think this is something that's been in the works for a while?” He asks softly, trying to comfort you while still controlling the situation.

“Fuck. You know what? No. I’m not letting them control me anymore. I’m gonna go on national television and expose them.” He watches as you stand up, shaking his head as you reach for your phone.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You turn around and glare at him. “I don’t care if it’s a good idea or not! I need to show them that I’m not afraid!” With that, you shoot a text to Wanda and head to the bedroom to prepare yourself for what you’re about to do.

~*~

“So, Madame Secretary, you say you have intel on who the terrorists are?” The interviewer asks, glancing at the cameras.

“I do. I know that the threat is from our own country. Not anywhere beyond. The attempt on my life was made by Americans. And I’m certain that they won’t stop until they get what they want.” Your eyes flutter around the studio, feeling a little anxious. You brush it off as not being used to being on live TV and look back at the woman on the chair in front of your own.

“And what is it that the terrorists want?” She asks.

Bucky stands a few feet away, watching with a perplexed look on his face.

This isn’t a good idea.

“Well, with an organization as large as this one, it’s hard to determine. I wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted... total power over the Country. Maybe even the world. They’ve been active for so long.” She nods and glances down to the notes in her lap.

“And what organization is this?” You open your mouth to reply but a movement in your peripherals distracts you. Squinting your eyes, you try and figure out what you’re seeing. It’s red and abstract for a moment before it becomes a person. He turns to the left and you feel the blood drain from your face at the symbol on his jacket.

“Madame Secretary?” You don’t answer and Bucky stares at you in confusion, his eyes trying to figure out whatever you’re staring at. He notices a faint red dot on your chest and his eyes widen.

“(Y/n)-” A loud gunshot cuts him off and he watches in horror as you fall to the ground, blood spurting out of the bullet wound.

“Everyone get down!” He screams, sprinting over to you and covering your body with his own. He rolls you onto your back, thanking his lucky stars as you stare up at him with frightened but very much alive eyes.

He presses his flesh hand to the wound in your chest and pushes some of your hair away from your face.

“Bucky... Bucky...” Your voice is quiet and he wishes it wasn't. “You’re okay. The bullet missed your heart. You’re okay. Steve and the others are circling the building. We’ve got a whole team coming inside.”

You grip his wrist with a bloody hand, terrified and in immense pain.

“It’s okay. I promise.”

Blood soaks his hand and your shirt, staining the blue fabric. He pulls the shirt away from your skin and inspects the wound, relieved that the bullet wound is above your heart but below your clavicle.

“Barnes!” He looks over his shoulder as Natasha runs into the room, sliding down on her knees beside you.

“The bullet went straight through but missed major arteries. We’ve gotta get her to a hospital soon,” he says, looking at the redhead. “No. If she’s right then HYDRA’s gonna be all over this. We need to take her somewhere they won’t suspect.” Bucky ponders this for a moment before whipping his head around at the sound of gunshots.

“Grab her and follow me.” He scoops you up and you cry out at the sharp fiery pain that spreads from your chest.

He moves swiftly, jostling you far too much for your liking, but when you hear gunshots echoing throughout the building you pray for him to move faster.

“I’ve got a car out back. We’ve just gotta go down a few flights of stairs...” She kicks the emergency door open and looks out, cursing at something.

“We’ve gotta go up. They’re storming the building and I doubt you want to see me do what I have to.” You look between Nat and Bucky, terrified and light-headed. “Fuck, fine. Go. Get Steve to meet us... somewhere.” You can tell that he doesn't think this is a good idea but the words die on your tongue as he starts running again, sending pain shooting through your chest.

They break through a door then stumble onto a roof, Bucky almost dropping you in the process.

“Okay. Now what?!” You can tell he’s anxious to not be in control of the situation.

“That roof over there. Steve’s got guys all over it. If we can get to it then we’ll be safe.” It’s quiet as you all ponder her words.

“You... you mean jump?” You finally ask, staring at her as if she’s grown a second head.

“Yes. We don’t have another choice.” Bucky tenses and looks down at you. “Nat... I can’t do it. Not with her. There has to be another way.” You look at the building in question, swallowing hard.

It’s only a little shorter than this one, but between it is an intersection at least three hundred meters below you.

“We need to do something now, Barnes! We don’t have time to come up with a new plan!” He looks at you then back at her.

“Get Steve on the roof now. Have him ready to grab her.”

His words process and you look up at him.

“No! No, don’t!” He presses a kiss to your forehead then pulls away to look into your eyes.

“I promise you’ll be okay. It’s not that far. He’ll catch you.” You take a deep breath then nod, clinging tightly to him as Nat talks softly into her earpiece.

“Okay. Him, Clint, and Sam are waiting right there, you see ‘em, (Y/n)?” You look over to them and nod. “All three of them are ready to catch you. We promise you’ll be okay.” You take more deep breaths then squeeze your eyes shut.

“Okay, we’ve got this.” He moves to the edge of the roof and exhales deeply.

“On three.” He starts swinging you to build momentum, angling you towards the other building.

“One, two-” He throws you on two and you shriek as you go flying through the air.

You’re terrified. You swear you see your life flash in front of your eyes before you’re suddenly landing in hard solid arms.

With a grunt you fall to the gravel roof in Steve’s arms, rolling a few times to absorb the impact.

When you’re finally able to breathe properly, you look up to where Bucky and Nat are. Bucky’s got a relieved smile on his face as Nat pulls him away from the edge of the building.

“You’re okay, (Y/n). You’re okay.” Steve’s rubbing your back as you begin to hyperventilate, your chest aching.

“Bring her to the car. Bucky’ll meet us down there. We’ve gotta get her out of here now.”

You float in and out of consciousness as they bring you downstairs and push you into a car.

When your eyelids flutter open again your head is in Bucky’s lap and his hand is pressing some gauze to the wound in your chest.

“Bucky…” He smiles at you, brushing your hair away from your face. “We’re takin’ you somewhere safe so you can get better, okay?” You nod, “okay. Thank you.” His smile is wet and tear-filled as your eyes close again.

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Bodyguard  -  One

(Doesn’t he kinda look like Sebastian Stan???)

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky X Politician!Reader

Summary: As a young and controversial politician, you face some opposition. After a death threat is made and your security is at risk, you agree to get a bodyguard. You don’t expect him to be the most irritating and attractive man on the planet. With a history so deep and twisted you never thought you’d figure it out, a terrible corporation is determined to take you out of the political picture; using any means necessary. The only question is, how far is James willing to go to ensure your safety?

Warnings: Angst, Violence, threats, injuries, kidnapping, drugging, political talk (not a lot), terrorism (Wait for the plot twist tho guys), Smut, Fluff, PTSD, (More to Come)

Word Count: 2.5K

A/n: Part one is now up! I hope you guys like it. I think this will be a fast paced story. Idk though.

BASED OFF OF THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL: BODYGUARD TAGLIST IS OPEN MASTERLIST

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Feet pounding through mud, the squishy sound disgusting.

Distant gunshots and screams of pain.

The distinct stench of smoke, rotting flesh, and gunpowder.

This is war. This is where he’s been trapped.

“Sarge, get down!” Then he’s on the ground, a gunshot echoing loudly as the heavy weight of his general covers his body.

“Isabel? Isabel?!” He pushes her off gently, tapping her cheeks a few times to try and revive her. It’s all pointless, however, when he notices the red staining her clothes from a bullet that tore through her stomach and embedded in his bulletproof vest.

“No. No, no, no, no. Please, no.” She lies unmoving in her black suit, her eyes closed.

Bucky raises his head and searches for the shooter, grabbing his own gun as he pinpoints their location.

His finger twitches twice and then the gunman falls, blood pouring from two wounds on his chest.

His eyes flash back to the dead woman on the ground in front of him, rage filling him as he screams and curses to every and any Gods listening.

He screams himself hoarse then collapses in a heap beside her body, sobbing uncontrollably for hours on end.

~*~

He wakes with a jolt, body drenched in sweat, left shoulder aching.

“Fuck,” he whispers to the darkness, rubbing his eyes and shoving himself into a seated position.

How many months has it been? And still, nearly every night without fail, he has the same goddamn nightmare.

~*~

“Sergeant Barnes. I have a new assignment for you.” He stands stiffly in front of Director Fury’s desk.

“It’s a… protective detail. Of a Politician. I don’t know how comfortable you are with this but you’re the best man for the job.” He stays stoic as ever, although inside he’s fuming.

Politicians are the reason he had to go fight that war in the first place.

“I accept the assignment, Sir.” Fury pinches the bridge of his nose and purses his lips. “This Politician. She’s the Secretary of State. At twenty-six years old. Youngest in History.” Bucky’s jaw clicks.

“My point is, she’s good at what she does, stubborn, and won’t go down without a fight. She’s worked with foreign affairs, which is why I’m hesitant.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Sir, am I going to be briefed for this assignment or not?” Fury sets his hands down on his desk, looking at the Sergeant with his one good eye.

“That’s what’s happening now. I’m briefing you. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/l/n). Her father was a politician, shot in the head November third while driving. They never caught the man responsible for her father’s death but she took after him. Now, she’s been receiving death threats, some with pictures of herself in them.”

“Pictures, sir?”

“Yes. Of her grocery shopping, walking her dog. Things like that. Too close for comfort. So Tony Stark, a dear friend of her father’s, the man who took her in and basically raised her, insisted that we have someone on this case.”

Bucky’s quiet, thinking about everything being said to him.

“Oh, one more thing I should probably tell you,” Fury begins, his face revealing no emotion. “She… doesn’t really agree with this whole ‘bodyguard’ thing. She’ll try to fight you on it, and this woman knows how to get under your skin. She’s a spitfire. You need to keep a clear head and not let her get to you.”

“Understood, Sir.” Fury hands him a thick file.

“You meet her tomorrow morning at her office, first thing. Lay down some ground rules, tell her what’s going to be happening. Do not let her rile you up. Am I understood, Sergeant?” He nods, his jaw clenched tight. “Understood, Director.”

~*~

“Shit! Shit shit shit!” You jump out of your office chair and search through some papers, desperate to find what you’re looking for.

“(Y/n). Lovely (Y/n).” You groan at the voice and slump back down in your chair.

“Yes, Tony? What do you want?” He practically prances into the room, a happy smile on his face.

“The PPO is here. Thought it’d be a great time to introduce the two of you. So, Madame Secretary, meet Sergeant James Barnes.” The man Tony introduces is tall and thick, his well-tailored suit straining against him. He’s got short hair and a blank expression on his face.

“A pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I was hoping we could discuss a few things and alterations that will be implemented in your everyday life.” You shoot Tony a glare then clear your throat.

“I’m actually really busy right now. I don’t have time to chit chat.” He clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath.

“I understand that you’re trying to do your job, but I also need you to understand that I need to do mine. Now, Within the next hour, we will discuss the changes in routes, entrances, names, and phone numbers. Your safety is my number one concern. Any questions?”

You stifle a groan and throw your hands up. “Yeah. Is this really necessary? It’s not even that big of a deal!” Tony scoffs and tosses an envelope on your desk.

“Wanted to wait ‘till your bodyguard got here to show you guys these.” You open it carefully, a shudder going through you as you see the pictures of yourself.

One as you’re entering the building, one as you’re leaving, one from a few days ago when you went to the bank, another from the grocery store, and one outside your house.

“I think we need to raise the threat level,” Sergeant Barnes says, analyzing the pictures carefully. “I agree one hundred percent. Now that we know they’ve been watching her house I don’t want her alone there.”

“Jesus Tony! I’m not a fucking child who needs a babysitter. No offence,” you add the last part, glancing at the officer.

“None taken Ma’am.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you recognize Tony’s signature bitch-face. There’s no use arguing.

“Fine. Tell me whatever you have planned to fuck up my life.”

Sergeant Barnes sits down in one of the chairs across from your desk and you collapse into your own, waiting for him to begin.

“Firstly, I agree with Mr. Stark. They know where you live and where you go. It would be unwise for you to be going places alone, especially if you’ve been receiving detailed threats on your life.” You don’t respond and he takes that as his cue to continue.

“I also think cutting out contact with anyone you don’t need to talk to would be ideal. It’s clear that there are people everywhere who don’t… agree with you. People who want to do you harm. We need to minimize your accessibility. That also means using different routes, potentially switching cars halfway through a commute. You are clearly a target, and we need to be as cautious as we possibly can. I’ve already established a team prepared to set up perimeter’s around designated areas, do patrolling all night if need be, and do anything in their power to keep you safe, as I will do.”

Tony seems to relax at his words. You, however, only get tenser. “Alright. Fine. I know I can't argue this anyway. I agree to all these terms and whatever.” Just as you’re about to reach for your phone, he clears his throat.

“One more thing,” the corners of his lips twitch for a moment before falling back into the stone expression. “The Director who assigned me to be your PPO wanted to warn me that you can be… hard to deal with at times. I want to let you know that when I tell you to do something, you’ll listen. I am protecting your life, not being a nuisance. If you question me when we’re in a tense situation, it will only add to the precautions I must take to ensure your safety. Understood?” You simply nod, rolling your eyes and making a mental note to speak with whoever he’s talking about.

“Okay. Now that your schpeel is over, I’m going to get food. I haven’t eaten a single thing all day, and now all I want is to grab some takeout and go home to work on paperwork in peace and quiet. Is that understood? That I’m getting myself food whether you like it or not?” A muscle in his jaw twitches and you nod.

“Perfect. Now let’s go. I assume you’re going to be less than a foot from me at all times, so let’s get this nightmare over with already.”

~*~

“Ma’am, I know it’s not my place, but why aren’t you the least bit afraid for your safety?” The Sergeant asks after your house has been thoroughly scoured, all while you act like it’s some kind of joke.

“Because. This isn’t the first time this has happened. People don’t like politicians. So they do things to try and scare us off. If I let them scare me then they’re winning.” He nods and stands almost awkwardly by the door to your office.

“You can leave, you know. Go… home or wherever.” He shakes his head and stays standing stiffly.

“I’m not leaving tonight. Mr. Stark agrees that it’s best to have someone with you at all times. An Agent is coming with my stuff. I’ll stay in whichever room you deem fit for me.” You rub your eyes then sigh.

“There’s a spare bedroom upstairs. Last door on the left. That’s where you can stay. Now please, can I have some privacy to finish these papers?” He analyzes the room once more, then nods.

“I’ll be within earshot if you need me.” You nod and watch as he walks out of the room, one finger touching his earpiece as he murmurs softly to whoever’s on that line.

You have about an hour of peace before there’s a knock on your door.

“Stay in your study, Ma’am. I’ll get it.” You hear the door open slowly, followed by the beep beep beep of your alarm system.

“Sarge,” A female voice says. Curiosity fills you and you slowly rise out of your seat, heading towards the front door.

“Madame Secretary,” The woman greets you without looking away from The Sergeant. “Ma’am, this is Agent Romanoff. She’s one of the members of the team I was telling you about.” The redhead finally looks at you, her green eyes becoming hard.

“I’m sorry we had to meet under such circumstances. I do hope that these issues get resolved quickly so you can sleep better at night.” You offer her a tight smile then turn on your heel, ready to head back to your study.

“Ma’am, Agent Romanoff has brought to my attention that there are no locks on the windows on the second floor.” You furrow your brows and turn back to them. “Uh, no there aren’t. How does she know that?” She raises a perfectly sculpted brow at you.

“People who want you dead aren’t going to knock on your door. They’ll try the windows first. If any are unlocked or lacking locks, then they can easily come in and do with you what they want.” You nod, humming a bit to agree.

“That may be true, agent, but in my experience… locks have never stopped them either.”

You turn around and walk back to your study, trying not to relive the memories of the past.

“Wow, Buck. You’ve got your work cut out for you.” He elbows Natasha in the ribs and she chuckles. “Shut up. Now, where’s my stuff.” She passes him two duffle bags then follows him upstairs, making sure the front door is locked.

“Why do you push the buttons of everyone you meet, Nat?” He asks, opening the door to the spare bedroom and tossing the bags on the bed. “She’s the youngest Secretary of State ever. Her work… is incredible. She’s prevented so many possible terrorist attacks and has lessened the American casualties in foreign affairs by ten percent, and it’s hardly been five years. She’s an amazing woman who needs to be protected and quite possibly put in her place.” Bucky sighs heavily and shakes his head.

“Nat, she’s scared. She’s scared and stressed because of her job. Just… let her be. Okay? I’ve got this handled.” Natasha shrugs but drops the subject, looking around the room carefully. Her eyes dart to the window and she purses her lips for a moment.

“Go tell Madame Secretary that she needs locks on all her windows by tomorrow. Buy them and install them yourself if she refuses. She needs locks. The second-floor windows aren’t all that hard to climb up to. She should be afraid.”

He glares at her and shakes his head. “I’m not going to instill unnecessary and unwanted fear in her. I’ll install some locks tomorrow. But until then, she’ll make due. Like she has been for the past however long. Now, I’m sure Director Fury wants you back now. Or something.” She rolls her eyes but heads down the stairs, taking note of everything she can on her way out.

~*~

“Lavender on the move. Stay close.” You roll your eyes at the name you’ve been given in what you call ‘secret police terms’.

“Does Agent Romanoff always climb onto the rooves of Politicians to check if their windows have locks?” You ask, not raising your eyes from your phone as your bodyguard looks at you through the rearview mirror.

“Agent Romanoff likes to be thorough.” You nod, seemingly uninterested.

An email is what holds your attention. With pictures of the redhead climbing onto your roof. Then pictures of you in your study. Then pictures of you making tea this morning.

“Ma’am, may I ask why you’re nervous?” You finally look up, teeth chewing your bottom lip as you hand him your phone.

He looks through the pictures then curses softly, grabbing his phone and dialling a number quickly. He presses the phone to his ear and starts talking fast, quiet words you can’t really hear falling from his pink lips.

Pink lips? Since when did you notice his nice lips.

You shake your head and try to focus on his words.

“Send the whole team if you have to. Have Romanoff inside the house searching for any indications of intruders. Get Stark to switch all the locks on her windows and doors and have new curtains installed. I want the surrounding area searched for any indication of where they were. I’m sending you the pictures taken and you have copies of all the other ones. Whoever it is, now knows she’s under Protective Detail and I don’t want to think about what they might do. Call me back with any news.” He hangs up and meets your eyes in the mirror.

“If you receive any more emails or texts including any pictures like this or any threats, you bring it to my attention immediately, understood?” You nod, not bothering to argue.

At this point, you’re actually getting kind of scared.

“Good. Now, let’s review your schedule for the day, shall we?”

~*~

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Bodyguard  -  Four

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky X Politician!Reader

Summary: As a young and controversial politician, you face some opposition. After a death threat is made and your security is at risk, you agree to get a bodyguard. You don’t expect him to be the most irritating and attractive man on the planet. With a history so deep and twisted you never thought you’d figure it out, a terrible corporation is determined to take you out of the political picture; using any means necessary. The only question is, how far is James willing to go to ensure your safety?

Warnings: Angst, Violence, threats, injuries, kidnapping, drugging, political talk (not a lot), terrorism (Wait for the plot twist tho guys), Smut, Fluff, PTSD, (More to Come)

Word Count: 2.5K

A/n: okie dokie bro

BASED OFF OF THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL: BODYGUARD TAGLIST IS OPEN MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

~*~

You wake up for the first time in months feeling well-rested.

Well-rested, but alone.

The bed is cold and there’s no sign of James anywhere in the room.

The events of the previous day rush into your mind and you find yourself biting your bottom lip, a part of you afraid at why he’s gone when you asked him to stay.

You climb out of the bed and walk into the washroom, doing your morning business and refreshing yourself.

Once you’re clean and feeling more awake, you venture out of the room and into the hallway.

Because of the… excitement yesterday you hardly got a chance to admire the nice house you’re staying in. It’s more modern and… sterile than your own, with white walls and light hardwood floors.

Few decorations are anywhere. A few abstract paintings ever here and there but that’s it.

When you find your way to the kitchen there’s still no sign of your bodyguard anywhere.

Deciding against looking for the man, you start making yourself some tea instead.

“Morning.” You squeal and spin around, staring wide-eyed at the strange man standing right there looking at you.

“I’m Sam Wilson. I’ve been specially chosen by Bucky himself to watch over you while he grabs some stuff for the both of you.” You furrow your brows in confusion, “Bucky?” Sam smacks himself in the forehead.

“Right. I forgot Tin Man has you calling him Sarge instead. Well, James’ nickname is Bucky. But don’t tell him I called him that. I’ll never live it down. I’m supposed to kinda hate him but he knows I’ll have his back if he needs it.” You nod slowly, trying to process this better.

“Is… is it just you here?” You ask hesitantly, not sure how you feel about being alone with this stranger.

“Nope,” a familiar female voice says. Natasha walks in behind Sam, Steve right behind her.

“I’m Captain Rogers, but you can call me Steve. And I’m told you’ve met Agent Romanoff already.” You nod, grateful to see familiar faces.

“How’re you holding up?” Steve asks, smiling gently at you.

“I… I’m okay. I was a little confused when I woke up and James wasn’t here, but then Sam introduced himself. I’m glad you two are here too. Thank you, for all your help yesterday.” He walks towards you and rests a huge hand on your shoulder.

“We’re gonna keep you safe, (Y/n). I swear.” You nod and take a deep breath.

“Would anyone else like some tea?” You ask, realizing that you’re kind of uncomfortable.

“None for me, thanks.” Natasha and Steve say almost simultaneously. Sam purses his lips then shrugs. “I’m more of a coffee man myself. Thanks for the offer though.” You nod and continue making tea for just yourself, trying to ignore the eyes you can feel on your back.

“When did Buck say he’d be back?” Steve suddenly asks. You find yourself listening too intently to Sam’s answer.

“He should be here within the hour. Sweetheart, you’re shaking.” You look down to your hands and they are indeed shaking.

“Chillax, honey. You’re okay.” You can’t help but snort, looking over at Sam. “‘Chillax’? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that word in my life.” Sam chuckles and takes you by the elbow, steering you away from the kitchen and towards the couch.

“How about we make that our secret word. If you’re ever in trouble or anxious or anything, tell me to Chillax and I’ll get you out of whatever situation you’re in.” You smile and nod, taking a few deep breaths.

“Barnes will be back soon and you’ll feel better.” You open your mouth to defend your pride but he cuts you off. “I know that people are more comfortable around their own personal bodyguard instead of strangers. So I get it if you’re nervous and uncomfortable. Barnes has saved your life a few times already and the two of you know each other. Don’t worry about offending us.” You smile gratefully at him and take some deep breaths, looking up as your mug of tea gets placed in front of you.

“Barnes is pulling into the garage. I’m gonna go meet him,” Natasha says, walking away.

~*~

Bucky climbs out of the sleek back car and grabs the bags from the backseat.

“So you and (Y/n)?” He hits his head on the car ceiling then curses. “Jesus Nat!” She stands there with her arms crossed over her chest, looking at him with an unimpressed expression on her face.

“I think you’re getting too attached. And so is she.” He rolls his eyes and grabs the bags.

“You don’t need to worry about my assignment. That’s all this is. She’s in danger and I’m going to keep her safe. Nothing more, nothing less.” Natasha purses her lips and shakes her head. “Just please don’t fuck this up and get her or yourself hurt, okay?” He looks her in the eye for a moment then walks past her and into the house, trying to ignore the way he feels calmer knowing you’re here.

~

When you see him walk through the doorway, you immediately feel calmer despite the little nagging in the back of your mind constantly reminding you that people want you dead.

“Morning James,” You whisper, eyes moving back down to your mug of tea.

“Morning Ma’am.” It’s quiet for a while, awkwardly so, until Natasha clears her throat. “We should get going. We’ll keep in touch.” You bid them goodbye and watch as the three of them exit the room, leaving you alone with James.

“How’d you sleep last night, Ma’am?” You take a breath and look up at him. “I slept well. Thank you.” He nods and looks around for a moment.

“If you don’t mind, Ma’am, I’m gonna go put these in the study. I’ll be right back.” You nod and watch as he brings a few folders full of papers towards the study.

When he returns you’re pacing.

“What’s wrong, Ma’am?” You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How am I supposed to do my job from a safe house? As long as I’m hiding the terrorists are winning.” He shakes his head and stands in front of you.

“As long as you’re alive and breathing, they’re losing. We need to keep you safe. I’m sure we can figure out a way to have you continue working from here.” You groan and squeeze your eyes shut. “I just want this nightmare to be over with. So long as I’m hiding out I can’t do anything.” He places his right hand on your shoulder and smiles softly at you.

“It’s okay. It’ll all be over soon. The surviving shooters are being interrogated as we speak. As soon as we find out who they are and what they want we can implement proper security measures and you can get back to your regular life.” You take a deep breath and look up into his eyes.

“Thank you, James. For everything.” He shakes his head and looks down for a moment. “Bucky.” You raise your eyebrows in confusion and he chuckles softly. “People close to me call me Bucky.” Your heart flutters at this and you smile gently at him.

“Bucky.”

The two of you spend a few moments looking into each other's eyes, those moments far too intimate to be platonic.

He closes the distance in a heartbeat, his lips smashing against your own in a hot and needy kiss. Your hands find his shoulders and you pull him closer to you, moaning into the kiss.

He grabs your waist and hoists you up, holding you against his body as you wrap your legs around his waist.

The kisses become hotter and needier as he navigates his way to the couch, gently laying you down on your back. You break apart and pant, your eyes staying closed as his fingers begin to peel off your shirt. Sitting up slightly, you help him take the garment off, sighing as his fingers trace over your breasts.

“So beautiful,” he whispers before reattaching his lips to yours.

This kiss is sloppy as the two of you try to take each other's clothes off without being apart for more than a second, but eventually, you manage to strip each other down to nothing.

When you break apart again, you bring your hand up over his shoulder where the metal meets his flesh. You trace over the scarring then press a gentle kiss to the area.

He sighs from above you and looks down at you with adoration.

“Please,” you whisper, taking his flesh hand and leading it down to where you want it.

He groans as he feels how wet you are, leaning down and kissing your lips passionately. “Oh fuck.” Two of his fingers dip into your heat, and you moan lowly, gripping his wrist as he begins thrusting them inside of you. Your hips thrust up and off the couch for a moment, and the man above you chuckles.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” You whimper slightly as he sucks on your neck. “I’m gonna taste this sweet little pussy.” You watch through hooded eyes as he lowers down between your legs, bringing one over his shoulder as he gazes at your exposed cunt, slowing his fingers down.

He holds your gaze while wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking once lightly and relishing in the moan you release. He removes his fingers and replaces it with his tongue, gathering your slick on his tongue and groaning against you.

“You taste so fucking good, baby. So good.” You tangle your fingers in his hair and tug gently, trying to gain more friction.

“Fuck, please. More, please.” He thrusts his fingers back inside of you and flicks your clit with his tongue. “Oh fuck! James!” He moves faster, fucking and sucking in tandem and bringing you over the edge quickly.

He licks his lips and crawls up your body, smiling gently at your dazed look. “You ready for me, sweetheart?” He asks softly, kissing your cheek. You nod, holding onto him as he rubs his cock through your wet folds.

“Perfect,” he mumbles while pushing into your tight cunt.

“Oh God,” you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders. He smiles to himself and starts fucking into you a little bit harder.

You pepper kisses up and down his neck, letting your tongue dart out and taste his skin.

“Oh shit. Fuck, (Y/n).” He pounds into you, Grabbing your hands and fucking into you even harder.

“I’m so close. Fuck, I’m so close James. Please make me cum. Please. Please.” He nods, pulling away to look into your eyes. “Fuck, you feel so good around me baby.” You nod leaning up and kissing his lips as the coil in your belly tightens.

“Oh God! I-I’m gonna cum!” He fucks into you harder, determined to make you cum. And when he does, you see stars.

“Shit! You’re squeezing the life outta my cock!” You moan and grip his shoulders tighter as his thrusts falter. He shoots his load into you and moans against your cheek, kissing you ever now and then as he slowly stops thrusting.

You lie there beneath him, his head against your breasts and your fingers in his hair. “Tell me about her,” you whisper softly, massaging his scalp.

“She… she was my commanding officer. Isabel. We… we were close. So fucking close and I… thought she was the one. She was there for me when I lost my arm and my friends. And then she jumped in front of a bullet for me. Tore right through her stomach. I lost her. She dies in my arms and there… there was nothing I could do about it.” You feel awful for him, knowing how hard it is to lose people you love.

“It’s in the past. I… I know that I can’t change what happened so I just have to live with it.” You continue carding your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him as he relives a nightmare.

“Everything’s okay though. I have you now.” He looks up at you, a gentle smile on his face. You lean down and kiss the tip of his nose. “Yes, you do have me. And I really don’t want to lose you.” He kisses your left breast and sighs, nuzzling into your skin. “I’m not gonna lose you. And you’re not gonna lose me.”

~*~

He leaves to shower shortly after that, giving you his shirt to wear so you don’t get too cold in his absence.

While he’s gone, you get up and stretch, a smile on your face as you walk around the house, feeling calm.

That feeling leaves however when you take notice of an open file on the kitchen counter. You glance over it, brows furrowing as you read over what it says.

“Baron Strucker… what the Hell?” You flip through it, eyes widening as you read more and more.

“HYDRA? Wh-what is this?” You’re beyond confused as you read more and more of the file, small pieces of the puzzle coming together.

“Wait a minute... “ You grab your secure phone and type something into a google search, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as you read the results.

“(Y/n)?” You turn and look at James as he walks into the room, a towel hanging low on his hips. “What’s wrong?” You set your phone down and walk into his arms, your bottom lip trembling.

“I-it’s them. The ones who killed my dad.” He furrows his brows in confusion. “(Y/n), what do you mean?” You look up at him, eyes filled with tears.

“HYDRA’s after me.”

~*~ 

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Bodyguard  -  Teaser

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky X Politician!Reader

Summary: As a young and controversial politician, you face some opposition. After a death threat is made and your security is at risk, you agree to get a bodyguard. You don’t expect him to be the most irritating and attractive man on the planet. With a history so deep and twisted you never thought you’d figure it out, a terrible corporation is determined to take you out of the political picture; using any means necessary. The only question is, how far is James willing to go to ensure your safety?

Warnings: Angst, Violence, threats, injuries, kidnapping, drugging, political talk (not a lot), terrorism (Wait for the plot twist tho guys), Smut, Fluff,

A/n: Another series because I need something to occupy my free time this summer. Sooo comment/send an ask to be tagged!

BASED OFF OF THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL: BODYGUARD

~*~

You pace around the room, hands trembling beyond belief.

“Ma’am, I need you to sit down.” You glare at James.

“Sit down? You want me to sit down? I was just shot at! There was a bomb planted in my car, and I was shot at! Don’t tell me to sit down!” He walks to you, his intimidating stature doing little to ease your anxiety.

“I understand that you’re anxious and afraid, but for your own safety and health, you need to sit down.” You shake your head, fingers raking through your hair as tears spill down your cheeks.

“I-I’m not trained to handle being shot at o-or anything like that. You are. Remember that. You trained in the military then in special forces. Y-you know what to do and all those mental exercises. Fuck, I’m just a kid who got pushed off the playground again.”

He sighs deeply and takes your hands in his, pulling them out of your hair and pulling you to sit down on the couch.

“You’re right. But your safety is my main concern. I’m trying very hard to keep a clear head for both of us.” You shale your head a few times, eyes getting glossy.

“I was there. On November third. I saw it all. I was in the backseat of the car, on my way home from dance. It wasn't documented. The police and special forces were quick to pull me from the scene.”

He stares at you in utter and complete shock.

“I’ve... experienced this kind of protesting before. But never directed towards me. So forgive me for being scared.” He looks down, trying to clear his thoughts again.

“I’m sorry,” he finally whispers. You look up in shock, not expecting to hear the raw vulnerable emotion in his voice.

“I feel lost. And scared and so vulnerable. I’m not in control and I hate it,” you confess, leaning your head against his shoulder against your better judgement. Right now, all you need is comfort from anyone. Someone. Even your uptight pain-in-the-ass bodyguard.

He hesitates but eventually wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly to his muscular chest. You clutch handfuls of his shirt to your face, shoulders shaking with sobs that are finally breaking free.

He sighs and presses a soft, almost undetectable kiss to the top of your head, bringing you a sense of peace.

“I’m here. And I promise as long as I’m right here with you, nothing bad will happen. I swear.”

~*~

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