#bucky barnes x chaotic!teen!reader

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

road trip as a teenage avenger headcanons!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

request: yes / no

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: lots ofc but i'd say big emphasis on reader (duh), harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, scott lang, clint barton, bucky barnes, sam wilson, tony stark, happy hogan, natasha romanoff, and bruce banner. more are prob in it but i don't wanna type it all out lol

a/n: y'all i think my pictures are getting more chaotic & tbh i think it's a good thing anyways requests are still open, send in an ask whenever :)

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it was an annual tradition for the avengers to go on a road trip.

steve always said it was "team bonding". it was honestly kind of fun.

better than the other "team bonding" you did, which mainly consisted of running long distances!!

anyways, they usually would do it soon after you, harley, peter, and miles finished school (also yes im including miles now bc i love him)

tony would come over the intercom while you all were lounging around and tell you to pack your bags.

packing is always a big issue.

let's just say that SOME people are big overpackers...

COUGH scott COUGH

no offense to him but like ppl have had to sit in the trunk before because of him

and he overpacks with stuff that rly doesn’t make sense

like once y’all went to colorado

and he packed snorkeling equipment

and so you were like “scott. seriously?”

and he looked at you with such a serious face

“y/n. what if all the snow melts? then we would be underwater!! i have an extra snorkeling mask too. i was gonna give it to you, but now idk….”

HAHA

bruce overpacks too

but he overpacks in a good way

guys bruce is like the mom on vacation

well him and tony both

you’d think steve would be but he is NOT

like the man doesn’t even wear sunscreen

and then here comes bruce with a tote bag full of snacks

which tony eats half of by the way

smh

the best part of having thor on a trip is that he will ALWAYS pick you up if you’re too tired

like once he had you and peter under both his arms like footballs bc u got tired

and clint was sad bc he was tired too

he tried to get scott to pick him up but scott wasn’t ready and they both fell and they like hit their heads

that was an interesting day

ok so setting the scene again

you, peter, harley, miles, natasha and bruce were in the middle of a very competitive round of uno

like y’all

competitive doesn’t even begin to cover it

anyways you were about to get uno

FR

you put down your card and suddenly 

“HEY EVERYBODY” “SHHH you’re being too loud” “ohh sorry HEY EVERYBODY”

you started laughing at the quite obvious blunders of thor and clint in the intercom room

“thor, buddy? you don’t need to be kissing the mic when you speak, alright?”

tony, from another room, always quick with the jabs.

“AH! MY BAD STARK. HAHA! THIS MUST BE BETTER”

natasha just shook her head but you and peter, harley and miles were DYING

“ANYWAYS IT IS ROAD TRIP TIME. EVERYONE PACK UP AND BE IN THE FAMILY ROOM IN TEN MINUTES… what? MY MISTAKE. ONE HOUR. THAT’S RIGHT ONE HOUR.”

with that done, you all got up, groaning.

“uno.” natasha smirked at you, noticing that you only had one card.

“darn it!!!” you said. “well, doesn’t matter now. we have to go anyways.”

“we can always resume it later, y/n :) “ 

“fine, nat. but i’m going to win this time!! right bruce??”

“well, kid, you know i’m usually on your side, but…”

“aw, come on!!”

ok fast forward. 

you were in the family room

aw guys isn’t that cute that they call it a family room

bc ur a family

awwwwww

ok anyway

and here comes scott with his fifty bags

“relax sharpay, we’re not gonna be gone for THAT long”

guys i wanted a cool tony nickname and tbh i just remember vaguely that sharpay had like suitcases on the cover of her movie i never even watched it so i could be wrong but that was my intention

“tony, these are my essentials.”

“scott, why don’t you just shrink that down? like seriously, man.” miles remarked, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“hey, y’know what? that’s a great idea miles!!”

and so he ended up shrinking his luggage

but then he couldn’t find it

oh scott

sigh

anyways tony and happy did a lot of car assignment work

to make sure everyone would get there safely

and your car

was

drum roll please

ok also this was only for the trip there

the trip back would be different

ok the car was

tony, happy, clint and peter

tbh this was not a bad car at all

poor miles and harley were stuck with scott, bucky, sam and steve

natasha and wanda and pietro and thor were the other one

although here’s the issue

guys

fr

tony is a bad driver

but happy didn’t feel like driving

and u were just starting to drive so clint was like “NO WAY do i trust y/n in a car!!!”

that goofy clown fr

so tony was driving

oh and btw y’all were going to the compound

tony told you and you were like 

“dude, that’s not a road trip”

and he was like “we’re in the car for more than an hour. it’s a road trip, kid.”

and miles and harley kept texting like theorizing about where u were going

harley said europe

and you were like

harley

anyways ya 

so tony is like swerving and speeding everywhere 

ok maybe thats dramatic

but happy was holding the little bar

and he was like yelling at tony to slow down

meanwhile clint is just singing along to the music thats BLASTING

and u and peter are ready to accept ur deaths

like u literally texted sam a video of what was happening and he almost called happy to tell him to pull over 😭 

sam’s got ur back thats for sure!!

anyways tony pulled into a drive thru

bc he needed coffee

guys hes tony stark he needs stuff like that

and he got u and peter and clint happy meals :D

and clint was so excited like 💀 

love him

happy made sure u and peter had ur seatbelts on 

he said it was bc he didn’t want to have to explain to midtown why yall didnt come back for the next year 😭 

that and “too much paperwork”

smh

anyways tony finally got it together

u and peter decided that he just needed an acoustic song on the radio bc as soon as something more relaxing came on he was a lot better lol

the rest of the drive was pretty alright

i'm gonna do another headcanon set about the avengers actually on vacation but yeah there ya go :)

thats how the road trips work yahoo

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[book-place]

The Door- (Avengers x reader platonic) It pained the avengers to talk about it, but the newest addition to the team didn’t know that

↳ What Happens in Sokovia- (Avengers x reader platonic) Lots of things took place during the Battle of Sokovia, many stories about what happened were yet to be told, especially your story

A Not so First Meeting- (Peter Parker x sister reader) Two people bumped into each other, one of them doesn’t know the other person. But the other missed them more than anything

Slipping Through My Fingers- (Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader) Growing up is hard, especially when seen through the mothers prospective

Rebelling Against Life- (Matt Murdock x teen reader, Foggy Nelson x teen reader, Karen Page x teen reader) Nelson and Murdock have a new intern. One who really does not seem to want to be there

Don’t Blame Me- (Wanda Maximoff x daughter reader, Vision x daughter reader) You were gone- and Wanda would do anything to get you back

A Shot of Ice Cream- (Peter Parker x sister reader) You need to get a shot. The only problem is that you have something along the lines of a phobia of needles

Two Months- (Peter Parker x reader platonic, Tony Stark x daughter reader) As Peters best friend, you feel that it’s your job to help him. Especially when it comes to something like this

Blanket of Grief- (Peter Parker x reader platonic) Peter had been there for you through it all, but you had not been there for him

Twick or Tweet- (Avengers x child reader) You do some early trick or treating around the tower

Mishaps- (Wade Wilson x reader platonic, Avengers x reader platonic) You and Wade aren’t that chaotic… right? <crossover>

Sight and Sound- (Matt Murdock x child reader, Foggy Nelson x child reader) You couldn’t hear and Matt couldn’t see- what a duo you two made

Rewrite the Past- (Clint Barton x reader platonic) You and Clint weren’t given a warning about what was to come, about the price that needed to be paid

Broken Glass- (Eddie Brock x reader platonic, Venom x reader platonic) Chaos always ensues when Eddie and Venom are around

Screaming at the World- (Peter Parker x sister reader) Even though he was told, Peter was still in denial that you wouldn’t be around for much longer

Yarn in a Tree- (Eddie Brock x reader platonic, Venom x reader platonic) You were just trying to make them some gifts, but it went terribly wrong

Gift Giving- (Avengers x reader platonic) You seek out the help of someone unexpected for advice on a certain holiday problem you were having

Home for Christmas- (Avengers x reader platonic) Your team surprised you after a long mission away

Most Wonderful Time- (Wanda Maximoff x daughter reader, Vision x daughter reader, Batfamily x reader platonic) An idea came to you suddenly about the flashbacks you had been having of your past life <crossover>

All I Want for Christmas- (Avengers x reader platonic) Something goes wrong on the mission that you were supposed to be on during Christmas

Teardrops on My Pillow- (Avengers x reader platonic) You can’t stand your ‘best friend’ anymore, and the avengers are there to comfort you

Guilty Conscience- (Peter Parker x sister reader) You’ve never felt more alone then you did after your uncles death

The Art of Remembering- (Steven Strange x reader platonic, Peter Parker x reader platonic) You were the only one that could cast the spell, but you refused to do so because you would lose your best friend

In a Heartbeat- (Peter Parker x sister reader, Tony Stark x reader platonic) You should have known that you would never have to go through anything alone with Peter as your brother

Movie Night Secrets- (Peter Parker x reader platonic) The one time you’re finally able to hang out with Peter, a big secret is let loose

Our Own Little Pack- (Jack Russell x reader platonic) You and Jack debate about what to have for breakfast

To Lose- (Bucky Barnes x sister reader) Everything was supposed to be fine, the Avengers were supposed to win. But they lost. Some more than others

Too Much Like Me- (Matt Murdock x daughter reader) You should have known that it was impossible to keep a secret from your dad

Everybody Wants to Rule the World- (Avengers x reader platonic) You became an avenger at a young age, and grew close with your team

Arcade- (Avengers x reader platonic, Steve Rogers x reader platonic, Bucky Barnes x reader platonic) There never seemed to be a down moment in your life, but your best friends always made it easier

Proud of You- (Tony Stark x sister reader) You tell Tony something you’ve been hiding

Resurfaced Memories- (Bucky Barnes x sister reader) Things seem to go back to how they used to be with you and Bucky, until it gets taken too far

The Avoiding Act- (Avengers x reader platonic) Your team hasn’t really seen you in over a week, and they start to grow worried

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #masterlist #the marvel cinematic universe

[professorrw]

Hello!! Is it possible to ask for a (fem) reader x Bucky, (Chaotic besties that make out sometimes) where reader has the ability to heat up any part of her body to 100+ C degrees, (Can't catch on fire w/ out a bit've help, and if she uses it to much she gets a horrid fever, or 3rd degree burns) and she uses it during battle, for the first time in front of everyone, and scares most of the avengers because "How did she melt the creatures skin and grab it's heart?? WTF??"

very interesting concept i've got to say 😂

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Title: You Can Set My Heart on Fire

Pairing: female reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: injuries, some gore, and chaotic besties

A/N: Requests open, check my request rules and who I write for that’s linked on my navigation! My taglist is open and I would love it if you would like, comment, and reblog!

the Avengers know you have powers but don't know the full extent. other than Tony who recruited you after reading a file on you from SHIELD

you got in some trouble after having a meltdown (literally) and had to go into rehabilitation for a while before you got recruited.

you were a teen whenever the meltdown happened, and you didn't get much contact with other people so you're living your life to the fullest now. even though you're 26 when you join the Avengers you're still pretty lively and fiery (also literally)

when you joined the Avengers you were introduced to everyone, including Bucky, who was VERY quiet at first

you saw his shyness as a challenge and for two years (yes two years, he was a tough nut to crack) you made it your job to get him to open up

it worked, and in the process you guys became best friends

Steve thinks you influenced him a little too much because you're both kind of reckless and do dumb things sometimes

don't let alcohol anywhere near you two

the first time you two made out it was because you were drunk

that wasn't the reason the second, third, fourth... you get it.

what you two had going on was very convenient. you came and went as you pleased and didn't have many strings attached. you were still besties, but whenever you wanted someone to spend the night with you could go to each other

you found Bucky extremely attractive, and he also found you very attractive. you were also the only person that was dead set on getting him to become your friend instead of judging him for his past actions.

missions with the whole squad were very fun. you and Buck tag teamed and dicked around (but still got work done of course)

the first time you used the full extent of your powers was three years into you becoming an Avenger

normally you wouldn't need to use the full extent. you didn't want to use the full extent because you knew it wouldn't be pretty

but that particular mission was difficult. you were exhausted and had been fighting for what felt like forever.

you were already burning up and your skin was starting to blister.

unfortunately for the monster running towards you, you were aggravated. in less than a second you heated your arms up as much as you possibly could and grabbed the monster, burning through its flesh and gripping its heart. you ripped the monster in half and threw the burning heart at the next approaching creature.

you weren't aware that a couple of the Avengers were looking your way, but when you heard a "Ho-ly shit" from Bucky you turned around and saw everyone staring at you in awe

"What?" you asked, out of breath

"Didn't know you could do that," Clint said. "That's cool- wait are you supposed to be on fire?"

you looked down at your arms and lo and behold, they were aflame

you waved your arms around and swatted at your skin, which seared from the developing third degree burns

Bucky ran to help you, and together you put the fire out.

"This doesn't look too good doll," he said.

"I'm alright," you smiled

"Y/N," Bucky said, looking at you with a no bullshit face

"Okay maybe it hurts a little," you confessed. you were trying to brush it off so Bucky wouldn't worry. but it did hurt pretty bad.

"Uhuh. We'll take care of this when we get home."

the rest of the Avengers finished off the rest of the creatures while you took it easy (curtesy of Buck)

when you got home Bucky took you straight to his room.

"Wait here, I'll be right back sweetheart."

"Fiiiine," you grumbled.

a few minutes later he returned with bandages, an IV (who let him have that? you thought), and multiple ointments

he sat beside you on his bed and applied the creams to your forearms.

you winced

"Sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay. Thank you for helping me Buck," you said.

"Anytime doll. I don't like seeing you hurt." he looked up at you, taking his attention away from your arm

he looked at you so tenderly you couldn't help but kiss him. he immediately reciprocated, cupping your cheeks

without thinking you put your hand on the bed but regretted it almost instantly. you cursed

"You better take it easy on that arm," he teased.

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[buckysfaveplum]

it’s up that i fell

summary: the five years after the snap has changed a lot. with y/n on the run, her and Bucky have to make the best of the one moment they have together (based on As Long As Your Mine from Wicked)

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 1.5k

warning: swearing, i think that’s it? idk maybe it’s not a happy ending

a/n: i just wanna start by thanking you all soooo much for the love you showed my first oneshot. y'all are too much! i hope you love this one too, it’s a short one. if you guys ever have requests or things you wanna see, feel free to message me!

and YES! part 2 of forcefield is coming!

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You never thought you’d miss the stench sidewalk garbage. The deafening car horns. Especially the turbulence on the subway. You’d taken the city for granted for too long. It brought you so much. It brought you to him.

Life on the run wasn’t so bad. A new city almost every month, country after country. You were never in one place for long. Guess that’s what happens when you go against some of the world’s biggest governments. The GRC always rubbed you the wrong way. Those five years were the darkest of your life. Friends, family, everyone gone in seconds. They were long, lonely years, but you made it through. Maybe you could’ve done a better job of staying connected to the family that stayed with you. You practically had to smash your phone to get some peace from Steve’s constant ‘how are you?’s or ‘i know you miss him’s. 

Perhaps ambushing a GRC relocation unit wasn’t the best idea. That amongst other things. But you couldn’t just let them get away with displacing so many people. When the snap was reversed, everything got crazy. Good people shuffled around like cattle, left without homes, jobs; it was chaotic. Maybe that’s why you wanted to stay away from him, well other than the US government breathing down your throat.

A few burner phones had kept you in contact with Sam. You stayed away from the fight with Thanos, avenging far in your past. He’d caught you up to speed in your short chats through static flip phones. He kept pushing you to come back to the city. Come on, you know you miss it! I can get you pardoned. Don’t you wanna get back to normal? You knew what it was really about. Bucky.

You wished you could see him, God, more than anything. But how? With his pardon, therapy, new apartment (all information relayed to you by your birdy friend). How could you jeopardize that for him? You missed him, five years worth of missed him. That, however, wasn’t just enough of a reason to put him in danger.

Surprisingly enough, New York City wasn’t the worst place to hideout. With eight million people roaming around the urban jungle, it was easy to blend in. Besides, it was only for a few days, not too long anyway.

Slipping out of your air bnb, you headed down the street to the farmers market. It was nice to pretend like everything was normal for once. You and him, back in Bucharest, grabbing plums at 7 am. As stressful as they were, you longed for those days. Huddled under a blanket on your worn-out mattress, tearing through articles and books hoping to jog his memory. You went on the run for him once, you do it again. Even if it meant going alone.

The market wasn’t too busy. Guess that was one nice thing about Brooklyn. You weaved your way through the small cluster of teens gathered in front of the peach stand, making a beeline for the plums. A smile eased onto your face as you picked through the royal fruits. All the memories came flooding back. You wished you could see him, more than anything.

You tossed the plums in your bag as you made your way back to your block. You’d been out for too long, long enough to risk being noticed. Wasn’t hard as a former Avenger. Cutting through the crowd of people crossing the street, you quickened your pace. You couldn’t seem to shake the gnawing feeling of being watched. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught the ducking of a tall man, dressed in black. Shit.

There went your normal morning. You hadn’t had a close call since Venice four months ago. Lucky, you’d been able to hide under a canal tunnel for long enough to getaway. Where were you supposed to find a canal tunnel in Brooklyn? You made quick to cut a sharp turn down the coming avenue. You had to lose this man. You’d be fine. Just ditch the creep, grab your bag at the apartment, then dip. Simple. Nothing you hadn’t done a dozen times in the past year. It’d be fine. Just keep going. Don’t slow down. Don’t turn around. Don’t-

Before you could process your next move, a stiff arm gripped your waist, pulling you back into a nearby alley. You tried to catch your breath as the tall man forced you into the corner against the eroding brick. Your mind began to spiral. Where were all your survival instincts? You were an avenger for crying out loud, and you were caught off guard by some stranger? In all your years, you’d only known one man who was able to catch you off guard.

“Y/N?” 

You froze. It had been years. There was no way. That voice had only come to you in dreams, nightmares in the beginning. Lingering in the back of your head every time you fled a new country. You’d been so careful to stay away. You needed to, for his sake. So how could he be here now?

Shaking, you glanced up. Any doubt you had was gone. Inches away from your face was the man you loved. He was different; slimmer, his beard and long treks gone, a sense of unfamiliar calm radiating off of him. He was getting better, you could see it. How you wished you had been there by his side through it all.

“Bucky,” your hands flew straight to his face. Caressing and searching, as if any moment he’d disappear under your fingertips as he did five years ago. Slowly, his hands snaked around your waist, light and careful. It was strange and foreign. 

“Where have you been?” he asked, his voice betraying him as it shook and cracked. You could feel his heart breaking in your chest. The tears building in his eyes, the tremors racking his frame, the worried creases by his brows. You did this to him. 

“Hiding. I’ve been on the run, Buck.”

“Why didn’t you reach out when you heard? I’ve been looking for you,” his words broke you. Tears of your own began to flow and you slid a hand to the nape of his neck.

“I… I couldn’t put you at risk. I’ve made some poor choices since you’ve been gone. Sam told me how you’ve been doing. I’m so proud of you. I just couldn’t drag you into this with me.”

Desperately, his hands made their way up to your face. You frowned as you felt a soft leather where the familiar cool of vibranium unusually was. You took his hand and slowly worked the glove off. Through your tears, you forced out a smile. 

“Please don’t hide this, it’s you,” you said, peppering soft kisses into his palm. You knew he couldn’t feel them but if anything that made you more desperate to make him understand you. “Please don’t hide any part of you. I love all of you.”

Bucky’s tears turned to sobs at your words. Without a thought, he pulled you to his chest caging you in his arms. Perhaps if he held you close enough, loved you hard enough, you wouldn’t leave him. Your throat burned. How could you do this to him, leave him like this? It hurt him and there was no way around it. But it had to be done. You had to keep him safe.

“Stay with me, Y/N. Please don’t leave me.”

“Bucky…”

“Doll, please. You’re my everything. Please stay.” 

“I can’t stay, Buck.” Pulling back, you took a good look at his eyes. Through all the years, all his changes, they stayed the same. Kind, beautiful, and welcoming. Leaving him was going to be so much harder this time. 

“Hun, you’re gonna be okay,” you said, pressing your forehead to his. He began to stir, gripping at your waist fearfully, like if he let you go, you’d disappear. He struggled to find words, mumbling, and stuttering, searching for something to say to make you stay with him. Nothing turned up. Just more tears.

“Please, Y/N. I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too. That’s why I can’t put you in danger,” you said, giving him a kind smile as you played with his short locks. 

“Doll-”

 “Can’t we just enjoy this moment, Buck?” You pulled him close, the last effort to try to convince yourself to stay. You wished you were more selfish. You wished you could follow him out of the alley, back to his home, and lay with him forever. But you knew you had to leave. You had to keep him safe. Maybe one day you’d find your way back to each other. But for now, you had one moment, and even if it wasn’t enough, it was there.

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[staticscreenwriting]

Love like the movies // Bucky Barnes // 6

SIX - GHOST

Trigger warning: Alcohol, food, mention of sex (nothing graphic and no actual smut)

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Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

"You held hands?"

"Mmh."

"And then you cuddled."

"We didn't cuddle, I was just kind of - leaning into him. Sort of."

"So you cuddled!"

"Sure. If that's what you wanna call it. We cuddled."

"Then what?" Robin inquires. Smirking at (Y/N) over the rim of her wine glass, like a giddy pre-teen waiting for the kissing scene to come up in a romance movie.

"And nothing. That's it."

"Oh come oooon. You cozied up to each other and then just what - acted like it never happened?"

"Essentially. But that's okay. It's not a big deal. And don't say it like that."

"Like what?" Robin continues to poke and by this point, it's not so much her wanting information than her trying to rile up (Y/N). Though she's very well aware of this, (Y/N) falls for it anyway.

"Cozied up to each other," (Y/N) says and scrunches her nose up in distaste. "Like we had dirty sex or something."

"Do you want to have dirty sex with him? Oh man, imagine what that arm can do."

Holding her hand out to stop her best friend from talking, (Y/N) takes a big gulp of white wine, emptying her glass. This is a conversation that can't be held entirely sober. "First of all, don't say those things about his arm. It's- I don't know. It doesn't sit right with me."

"Sorry yeah that was … not cool" Robin apologizes and by the tone of her voice (Y/N) can tell she means it.

"I'm the first to admit that Bucky is insanely handsome and if things were different, sure. But we're friends and I really enjoy the time spent together and our friendship. I don't wanna do anything to jeopardize it or ruin it by adding unnecessary feelings to it."

"Feelings aren't unnecessary," Robin replies, combing her fingers through her fiery red curls.

"Sometimes they are. The last thing Bucky and I need is broken hearts and ruined friendships."

"What if it doesn't end that way?"

"Relationships never work out well for me, you know that."

Robin places her glass on the countertop. It means whatever talk is gonna follow, it'll be a serious one. There's been very little need for a serious talk between the girls over the time they've been friends but neither of them has ever been afraid to start those conversations and say things as they are. Sometimes that's what friendship is, being blunt even if it's not what your friend wants to hear.

"Look I'm not saying you have to take the relationship to another level. If this is making you happy the way it is, then that's all that matters to me. I just don't want you to give up on something that could be great, because you're scared and because some stupid assholes in the past didn't realize what they had in you."

Where she's only had shit luck with relationships, (Y/N) thinks she's really lucked out in the friend department. Robin is as wonderful as they come. Even if she drives her crazy sometimes.

"They weren't all assholes." (Y/N) chimes up weakly though there's not even enough determination in her voice to convince herself.

"Weren't they? Let's see ...I'm not even gonna talk about Russel. He doesn't count. Who else was there? Pete liked to show you off but he didn't like you. Did he?"

"Not really."

"See? Asshole! Kylie only wanted to be with you so she could be the cool girl who's fucked another girl once and use that as something to brag to the guys about."

"She was figuring herself out."

"She was straight, babe. She was using you and your sexuality as some kind of badge of honor so guys would think she's cool. She only wanted to make out with you at parties and when there were men around to ogle you. I’m the last person to blame anyone for trying to figure out who they are and who they like but that wasn’t the case here. She used you, and what does that make her?"

“ An asshole? “

“ An asshole!”

“ What about Ricky, he wasn’t an asshole! “ (Y/N) chimes in, filling her glass up once more.

“ Okay sure but he was your High School sweetheart and that rarely lasts. I’m not gonna count him. What about Mike —“

“— Okay, you’ve made your point. I have a bad taste in romantic partners, I get it. Doesn’t change anything. Me and Bucky we’re — we’re good as we are. No romance needed.”

“ Just don’t want you to miss out on something great.”

It’s not that the thought has never crossed her mind. In fact, when she’s being really honest to herself, it swirls around her head a lot. When he grants her one of his smiles. The rare ones that make his eyes crinkle. Or when he comes to see her and brings dog treats for Lady, just because he’s that thoughtful. Or when she noticed he put a popcorn and a sun emoji next to her name in his phone. The popcorn, as he said because she liked movies and the sun because she’s always happy and smiling. Or when he held her hand throughout the entire movie. Those are moments when (Y/N) thinks about what it would be like to be more than friends.

“ It’s great as it is now. He’s great.”

“ Then that’s all that matters to me.” Robin smiles. She has one of those smiles that makes you feel at home. Comfortable and soft. Like warm milk with honey a mom makes their child when they can’t sleep.

It’s a while later, when (Y/N) strolls back into the room, another bottle of wine in hand, that a knock sounds on her front door. Her eyes wander to Robin then to the door then back. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

“ Oh, that’s Bucky.” Robin, who’s by now migrated over to (Y/N)’s huge fluffy couch, Lady cuddled onto her lap, says with the most casual of tones (Y/N) has ever heard. As if Bucky and her have been lifelong friends. As if there is nothing strange or peculiar about this situation.

“ How do you know?”

Robin shrugs and goes back to petting Lady’s curly fur. “ He texted you when you were getting the wine. Said he was around and had food. I told him to come join us for movie night. What’s the big deal? “

“ I uh — it’s not I just — you could’ve told me. “

“ That was literally 5 minutes ago babe. I had no time to tell you yet. By the way, this man uses entirely too many emojis.”

A smile pulls on the corners of (Y/N)’s lips. She’s asked him once why he never used any emojis, or smileys as he called them (all of them — even the ones that aren’t faces). He told her he didn’t really understand when to use most of them, like the shrimp or the Hockey stick. (Y/N) told him it’s because they’re fun. Ever since then he uses all kinds of emojis with her. None really relating to his messages. It’s quite endearing if she’s being honest.

“ Are you gonna let him in? “ Robin asks, shaking (Y/N) out of her thoughts.

The smell of Chinese food floods into the apartment as (Y/N) opens her door to Bucky. He looks so effortlessly cool in his leather jacket and boots. With his hair a little longer now, all swoopy and quiffed. Like the bad boy straight from a romance novel. The one with a heart of gold. The one that gets the girl.

(Y/N) is not that girl, the one from the novels, the Hallmark movies. The one that’s quirky but never weird. The one that makes all the boys fall for her. She’s not the main character, at least according to herself. She’s the side character that shows up like twice. The one that helps the main character on their quest to self-discovery or true love. That’s who she is. Not more, not less.

“ I brought food!” Bucky exclaims as he steps inside, waving the bag around before placing it on the kitchen counter, to which Lady jumps up from her position on Robin’s lap.

Lady, (Y/N) has realized a while ago, has somehow fallen head over paws in love with Bucky. Always following him, looking up at him with her big brown puppy eyes. Always looking to be close to him. Maybe, (Y/N) thinks, it’s the treats he always carries around. But maybe it’s Bucky too and his patience and his affection and the way he greets the little dog like she’s the main reason he’s come around.

Moments like this, they come with those little flutters around the heart. People always compare them to butterflies. (Y/N) thinks that’s wrong. Butterflies are gentle, graceful, and soft. This feels like a swarm of bees. Chaotic. Overwhelming. A little bit scary.

“ Man, did you plan on coming here, or did you buy all this for yourself?” Robin asks, eyes wide in surprise at the sheer amount of styrofoam containers Bucky keeps pulling from the bags.

“ I kind of bought it with the intention of sharing, yeah. “

Robin’s eyes meet (Y/N)’s across the room and there's a silent secret there, hidden in her teasing smirk. One shared only with a friend. No words. No sounds. Just the truth and two knowing hearts connecting.

“ Am I intruding? If you guys want me to leave, I can leave. “

While he tries to keep his voice casual, the sad tint doesn’t get lost on (Y/N).

“ Absolutely not, don’t be silly. We’re just drinking wine and watching a movie and you are free to join us in both.”

While he shakes his head at her offer of wine, Bucky helps (Y/N) bring the food over to the couch and plops down in the middle of the couch, Robin to his right and (Y/N) on his left.

“ What are we watching? “ he asks, a dumpling already on the way into his mouth.

“ Well, “ Robin responds filling her glass up once more, “ it was (Y/N)’s turn to chose so —”

“ A rom-com”

“ A rom-com. “

Something about seeing these two interact and joke around inspires a fuzzy feeling to wrap itself around (Y/N)’s heart. Even if they’re making fun of her.

The way Bucky fits in here, as if it’s where he’s always belonged. The way he’s not a stranger imposing but a friend added to the mix. It’s a nice feeling. She hopes he feels it too.

“ Okay, whatever. This isn’t your usual rom-com though, there are ghosts in this one. “

“ Is it ghosts falling in love?” Robin asks and lets her laugh get swallowed by her wine glass.

“ No. Well — uh kinda but not really. They fall in love be — you know what, just start the damn movie! “

There’s an undeniable intimacy in watching your favorite movies with other people. It’s like giving away little pieces of yourself and sharing them with others. No matter how insignificant it may seem to anyone else but you. These are the things that make us who we are. Our passions. For art. For music. For books. For movies. And opening up is always scary. Even if it’s just a teeny tiny bit.

Through the corner of her eye (Y/N) glances at Bucky and Robin, trying to judge their reactions. See if they’re enjoying themselves or not. Bucky displays his ever-present scowl. It’s the default setting. Sometimes she wonders if that has always been the case. If that's just what he looks like or if years of abuse, horror, pain have left their marks on him, on not only his heart but also his face.

Maybe this can be his safe place, she thinks. Maybe she can be. Not someone to fix him, because he’s not broken, just lost. Not to fix but to hold his hand while he heals. Slowly but surely.

For a while, the three sit in comfortable silence. The kind that fills you with this inexplicable calm. Where no words are needed.

And then the beginning chords of unchained melody spill from the tv speakers. It’s a touch there, a kiss here, hands covered in clay. Bodies covered in clay. Gasps and heavy breathing. Hands grasping skin, wandering, loving.

Robin’s presence falls completely to the back of (Y/N)’s mind. Bucky’s however...

“Do you want to have dirty sex with him? “ her friend's words ghost through her head like a particularly annoying jingle for some tv ad. The room feels warm all of a sudden. Not warm — boiling. There’s a heat radiating from her right, from Bucky. So what if he’s attractive. So what if she sometimes lets her mind wander and think about how his hands would feel on her skin or his lips on hers or his — yeah okay you get the point. So what?

Bucky slumps down into the couch a little more with every second of steamy pottery sex that’s fluttering across the tv screen. Is he — nervous? Uncomfortable ? No, she must be imagining it. Projecting, that’s what this is. She’s projecting her own chaotic emotional state onto him. There’s nothing there. (Y/N) has to remind herself. Just secret little thoughts that have to be kept between her and her. As long as no one knows, no one gets hurt. It’s the easy way out. The safe way. The right way.

Right?

“ Sooo, what did you guys think?” (Y/N) asks, turning her body towards her friends and sitting criss-cross on the couch.

“ Didn’t expect all the murder. “ Bucky replies as he takes a sip from his beer. “ And the — “

“ The messy sex! I know.” a visibly intoxicated Robin cuts in.

“ Not where I was going but okay.”

She doesn’t pay his words any attention, instead of launching herself backwards over the arm of the couch, dramatically fanning herself with her perfectly manicured hand. “ I am not going to lie, oh boy that was some hot stuff. Wouldn’t say no to that.”

“Oh please,” (Y/N) chimes in, wine glass clutched in hand and smile on her face. She can clearly feel the alcohol washing through her system bringing her to the place between sober and drunk where everything feels light and your confidence seems to get a little extra boost. “ What do you have to complain about? You’re getting married in two weeks! I’m sure you get enough action as it is. “

Robin doesn’t answer right away, just throws (Y/N) a giddy, boozed-up smile. Though in her eyes, there’s a loved-up glimmer of someone about to marry the love of their life.

“ Yeah, that’s true.”

“See, so you’re not the one that should be complaining. Us, however…”

Her red curls swing around her like a spark of fire as Robin sits up again, pointing her finger at (Y/N).

“ And whose fault is that? You could be getting some if you didn’t get so lost in your romantic fantasies. And him — “ the red-haired girl exclaims before pointing her finger towards Bucky “ don’t even tell me he ain’t getting some. Look at him! Are you sexually active, Bucky? “

“ You don’t have to answer that. Robin, come on.”

“ No, you don’t have to but you should. I’m trying to prove a point. Help me prove a point, Bucky. “

“ You’re making him uncomfortable. “

“ Am I making him uncomfortable or you? “

“ Ooookay, I think it’s time for you to go to bed. “

“ Nooo, we’re having a conversation. “

“ Would you look at that, my drink is empty. I’m just gonna — I’m gonna get another one. Okay? Okay.”

Bucky doesn’t wait for an answer before getting up and rushing out of the living room and into the kitchen, clearly uncomfortable. Clearly embarrassed.

“ See what you did? You scared him off. “

“ I couldn’t scare that man off if I tried. Trust me. “ Robin murmurs, a loud yawn cutting through her argument. There’s a certain determination in her words though. Some truth hidden in there that (Y/N) can’t quite put her finger on. It’s like Robin knows something she doesn’t. And maybe it’s good this way. Maybe she doesn’t need to know.

“ Alright, whatever that’s supposed to mean, Tipsy. I’ll go see what he’s up to. You go the fuck to sleep.”

“ Whatever mom, “ Robin bickers and cuddles closer into the soft couch anyway. “ Oh, don’t forget to invite him! I like him. We’re friends now. “

“ Go to sleep! “ (Y/N) orders again, earning herself a salute from her best friend who starts snoring no more than 2 seconds later.

He feels like a 13-year-old. Actually — no. Things were easier at 13. Situations like this one were easier at 13. Being horny was easier at 13.

It was all new to him then, yes, but it was new for everyone at 13. He’s 106 now, a grown man. He should be able to talk or at least think about these things without turning into a full-blown mess. His hand is clammy, his face is probably the same shade of bright red as Robin’s hair. And by god, his thoughts are a jumbled mess, swirling around all over the place.

Truth be told, he hasn’t had a lot of time to actually think about anything even remotely physical. It was never very high on his list of things to figure out and the opportunity hasn’t really presented itself to him either. Not since the 1940s at least.

Have things changed? Surely not, right? Maybe people got a bit more experimental and for sure they talk more openly about it now but the fundamentals must have stayed the same. He sure hopes so at least.

His thoughts get interrupted as (Y/N) steps into the kitchen. Her eyes are slightly glassed over from the wine though she’s nowhere near as drunk as Robin. She seems happy, then again she always does. For a little moment, he feels jealousy wash over him. About being able to get drunk. It’s damn stupid, he’s well aware. But that doesn’t make his feelings less valid. To just drink and let go and forget, that sounds really nice.

But that’s just one of the things the serum has taken from him. By far not the worst aspect of it all but unpleasant either way.

“ Hey uh — you okay? “ she asks leaning against the kitchen island across from him.

“ Sure. Are you? “

“ I uh — might be a little drunk, “ (Y/N) confesses as she lifts her hand and indicates a tiny space with her fingers.

“ Yeah, I think you might be.” Bucky laughs. Actually laughing comes naturally when she’s around and quite honestly, at first, it made him feel guilty. Guilty about the fact that he got to laugh along with a pretty girl while so many people had to die through his hands.

He tries to push those thoughts away. They aren’t doing anyone any good. Not him and not those people either.

“ Hey, I’m sorry she was making you uncomfortable. She gets — well she has no filter when drunk. Or ever really.”

Bucky shakes his head. His finger nervously trails along the grain of the stone countertop. There are conversations he needs to have, sooner or later, if he wants to live his life. Not just coast along but actually live. But it doesn’t mean those come easy. Not for someone who’s been through all he’s been through. Not for someone who’s grown up the way he has, who’s been raised the way he has.

“ Ah, no. Don’t worry. I uh — I just. It’s been a long time since I had talks like this. “

“ Like what? “

“ Between friends, you know. About — stuff. “

“ About sex? “

“ Mmh. “

“ You don’t have to talk about it with us if you don’t want to. It’s fine. “

“ No, but I do want to talk about sex with you. I mean — not you, you. You both. But not in a weird way. I mean — with friends. “

“ Okay. “

“ It’s just that I was raised in different times and the last time I had a real actual friend that I talked to about intimate things was so long ago. Steve and I talked about everything and even then there used to be reservations. One because I don’t think Steve really wanted details and two because Steve wasn’t — he didn’t have the most experience when it came to women so it was a very one-sided conversation. And I’ve never talked about any of this with a girl. It’s all new to me but I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you. “

(Y/N) regards him with a glimmer of amusement and mischief in her eyes as she munches away on some cold leftover spring rolls.

“ You don’t have to justify yourself to me, Buck. I know you trust me, I hope you know I trust you. “

He does. And he doesn’t hate how it sounds when she calls him Buck.

“ So, Robin and Charlie are getting married in two weeks. I was wondering if you’d like to be my plus one. Back when they announced it I was under the impression Russel and I would be a thing by then but uh — clearly that didn’t happen. It’s in upstate New York. We’re all gonna stay at this gorgeous Inn and well there’s a spot open if you want it.”

“ As a plus one? “

No matter how much he wants to deny it to himself, his heart does a little flutter as she says those words. A plus one sounds like something. He’s not sure what but something, surely.

“ Yeah, as a friend, obviously. “

“ Obviously. “

There goes the flutter.

“ Robin is okay with it by the way. She explicitly told me to ask you.”

“ So Robin wants me there, not you. “

“ No! I want you there! I love spending time with you. Also, Robin’s family is crazy. I need you by my side. I need you there. I want you there. “

“The need to be needed is an individual’s sense of significance rooted in the sense of being part of a community or cause beyond themselves. The need to be needed is one of our fundamental desires. We want to feel significant in the eyes of others, even if it is only one other person. “

Bucky has read those words in one of the many magazines stacked on the little side table in the waiting room of Dr. Raynor's office. They didn’t really make much sense to him then. He always thought he’d be fine by himself.

In that moment he realizes that was all a big pile of absolute bullshit.

The feeling of being wanted, of being needed, even if it’s just one person that needs him, that means everything.

“ Okay, I’ll come. “

“ Yeah? “

And there it is again, the smile that reminds him of the sun. The smile that he’s sure could bring a thousand men to their knees, including himself.

“ Cool. I’m — I’m really happy about that. “

“ Mmh. Me too. “

For a moment they just look at each other, words unspoken swirling in the air between them, neither brave enough to let them slip from their tongue.

It’s not until a particularly loud snore coming from the living room pops the bubble and breaks the spell.

Both of them fall into giggles before Bucky speaks up again.

“ It's late I should probably go. “

“ Yeah and I should go to bed. I’ll have a hangover tomorrow for sure.”

Bucky slips into his leather jacket and places a soft kiss goodbye on Lady’s head before turning back to (Y/N).

“ For the record, I’m not getting any. “

“ I uh — okay. Good. Well not good, “ (Y/N) stumbles over her words “ not good for you. Good for me. I mean. Not that I don’t want you to have sex. But I mean, Robin was taking the piss, and if I don’t get laid it makes me feel better to know you aren’t either. Oh god, this sounds horrible. I’m just gonna stop talking now. “

Bucky smiles the brightest smile she’s ever seen him smile, it almost breaks his face in two. And even though she wants the ground to swallow her whole right then, if it puts a smile like that on his face, she’ll gratefully embarrass herself again.

“ Have a good night, (Y/N). “

“ You too, Bucky”

And with a kiss to her head, he leaves the flat, a smile staying on his lips the entire way home.

“ Why did I have to come again? This is a bachelorette party, I thought men aren’t allowed. “ Bucky grumbles as (Y/N) parks her truck in the parking lot of the convenience store. The pink and blue neon lights reflect on the wet asphalt.

“ It’s a shared party. We’re all friends so it makes sense for the couple to celebrate together. Stop moaning. “ (Y/N) exclaims as her heels create a click-clack sound.

The store is empty as they enter except for the bored-looking teenager leaning against the counter by the cash register.

There’s something about empty stores at night that makes it feel like time stands still. Like for a moment, reality is altered. There’s only you and the outdated music coming from the speakers and the hum of the refrigerators holding the soda cans.

“ I can’t believe Hannah forgot to bake the cake. It’s all she had to do. I did everything else, everything. She had one job. “

Bucky’s learned by now to just let her rant about this topic. It’s all she’s talked about for the last hours since Hannah, public enemy number one that day, has called her to inform her she’s forgotten about the cake. Why there needs to be a cake at this party, Bucky doesn’t know but hey, who is he to question it.

(Y/N) walks straight over to the counter that holds the bakery items only to be met with disappointment.

“ Well great. We can choose between one single cupcake, a box of stale donuts, and a croissant. “

“ What about this one? “ Bucky asks and points towards a bright pink cake decorated with candy roses and white icing.

“ It says Happy Birthday. “

“ Ah, don’t worry we can fix that.”

(Y/N) raises her eyebrows in doubt. “ You sure? “

“ 100%. Trust me. “

She regards him for a moment, uncertainty shining through, before granting him a little smile and a nod. “ Okay then. You get the cake, I’ll be over there for a second. “

Looking through the fridges, (Y/N)’s eyes fall onto a pack of popsicles in the shape of Captain America’s shield.

Ripping open the fridge door she calls out “ Hey Grumpy, would you like thes— “

All she hears is a smack and then Bucky’s voice exclaiming a loud “Fuck!”

And in that moment she doesn’t know what’s more shocking, the fact that she just slammed the door right into his face or hearing him swear.

“ Are you okay? I’m so sorry. “

“ I’ll be fine.”

“ We gotta put ice on it. “

“ No (Y/N) I — “

She’s already on her way to get a pack of frozen peas. And if Bucky is being real honest, his cheek does hurt quite a bit. Super Soldier Serum and all …

“ I am genuinely so sorry. “

Bucky sits on the bed of (Y/N)’s truck, frozen peas pressed to his face and a chuckle falling from his lips as (Y/N) sends yet another apology his way.

“ It’s okay, (Y/N). I told you, I’m fine. “

He pulls the peas away from his face and places them next to him, before picking up the cake and lifting the plastic lid off of the container.

“ Alright, let’s see if I can fix this. “

“ You have a bruise on your cheek. “

Bucky looks up at her with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, that (Y/N) sometimes finds herself drowning in. Calm and story all at once. Like oceans.

“ Does it make me look rough and handsome? “

“ You’re always handsome. But yes, it gives you a roguish charm. “

“ Good. “

(Y/N) feels a heat rush to her face as Bucky focuses back on the cake.

“ Mmmkay. Let me see. What if we — “ Bucky murmurs, more to himself than to (Y/N). He swipes his finger, sans glove, over the white icing letters and while there’s a good intention there, when he lifts his finger back up the cake looks like a downright mess.

“ Ta-da “ he exclaims and turns the cake towards her.

“ It says Happy day now “

“ Is it not a happy day? “ Bucky asks, eyebrows raised in question.

“ Let me rephrase that. It says ‘Happy messy white stain Day’ “

Bucky pulls his lips into a grimace, eyes wandering from (Y/N) down to the cake and back to her. “ Yeah, we can’t bring that “.

Laughter fills the air as they regard the sad mess of a cake before them. If this was a movie, (Y/N) thinks, this would be their moment. The one where they realize. The one that feels like time stops and all that matters is them.

Something wet and sticky against her cheek pulls her from her daydream.

“ What the hell? “

Bucky only grins at her. There’s the boyish charm again. It’s so insanely endearing to see these little moments flare up and push through the perpetual gloom he seems to carry with him. He doesn't hold the weight of 90 years of fighting on his shoulders right then.

“ Oh you didn’t “

Before Bucky can react she grabs a handful of the cake and smashes it against the uninjured side of his face.

“ Is that how you wanna play it? Okay. Fine. “

Cake flies through the air as their laughter rings through the night. Not a thought wasted on pain, on worries, on heartbreak.

The rooftop bar (Y/N) booked specifically for this night is covered in fairy lights and glitter decor. There’s a karaoke machine in one corner and an open bar in the other.

A loud cheer sounds from the crowd as Robin steps out into the open, fingers intertwined with those of a petite brunette with big square glasses sitting on her nose.

They get swallowed by a tidal wave of people, pulled from one hug into another, and while his eyes stay with them, Bucky feels a touch against his metal arm. (Y/N) wraps herself around him leans her head against his shoulder and stares lovingly at the couple before them.

“ I’m so glad she’s happy. I love her so much. “

“ She loves you too. “ he says.

And really how could anyone not?

A little while later, when the crowd has allowed them to breathe again, Robin and the brunette wander towards Bucky and (Y/N), matching smiles on their faces.

“ Buck, this is Charlie, Robin’s fiancee. Charlie, this is my friend Bucky. “

“ It’s so nice to meet you,” Charlie exclaims, a strong English accent dripping from her words. “ What in the world happened to your face? Are you okay? “

While Bucky smirks, (Y/N) flinches at those words and shrinks into herself a little.

“ Oh you know, funny story. Someone here was a little too excited about some red white and blue popsicles. “

Robin lets out a loud laugh “ Now that sounds like someone I know very well. “

“ They were shaped like Cap’s shield, okay. I thought it was funny and fitting. “

Charlie’s eyes move between the 3, a look of confusion settling on her features.

“ Why fitting? “

“ Oh babe, let me catch you up,” Robin says and steers Charlie in the direction of the bar.

The night flies by and for the first time in so long, Bucky doesn’t feel out of place. Not for a single moment. Even being surrounded by people he doesn’t know and while listening to music he doesn’t get. It’s nice, feeling like you belong.

Robin and Charlie have just finished their karaoke rendition of Don’t Stop Believing when a familiar voice echoes from the speakers.

“ Hello guys, my name is (Y/N). You may know me, I’m the maid of honor. I am responsible for this party — you’re welcome. Anyway, I guess it’s my turn to sing tonight but I can’t do this one alone. I’m gonna require my friend, Mr. James Buchanan Barnes up on this very stage with me. “

Oh no. Definitely no. Not in a million years. No w—

“ Because this one’s a duett. “

Her eyes meet his across the way, shining with amusement, mischief, affection. Even across the dimly lit roof, her sunshine smile seems to light up the entire night.

“ I’m not doing it, “ Bucky says and shakes his head as Robin slides up to his side.

“ C’moooon. “

“ Nope. I probably don’t even know the song. “

It’s like the universe wants to make a fool of him as in just that moment Bill Medley’s voice sounds through the night.

“ I know you know this song. “ Robin says and nudges his side “ come on don’t make her do this by herself. “

“ I — “ he looks at (Y/N) again, with her sunshine smile and those expressive eyes and the buttercream stain on her shirt. And he doesn’t see fear or pain or regret. All he ever sees when he looks at her is happiness and fun and laughter.

“ Ugh. Okay. Alright. “

Cheers follow him as he steps on stage and (Y/N) hands him the second mic. Though it’s supposed to be a duett, (Y/N) doesn’t really care and sings both parts with unfiltered joy and unapologetic passion. And while it takes a moment for him to warm up to it, Bucky can’t help but let her enthusiasm light a spark in him too and by the time the pre-chorus hits he joins her in singing their hearts out.

“ You're the one thing I can't get enough of. So I'll tell you something. This could be looooooove “

New York comes alive with the promise of a better tomorrow. One where Bucky feels like he belongs. To a place or a group of friends or a person. A tomorrow where he can laugh with a pretty girl, have food fights in a parking lot, and sing some silly song at the top of his lungs.

Maybe the song isn’t all wrong. Maybe he’s having the time of his life. And maybe, just maybe, he owes it to (Y/N).

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Twenty First Lines

Thank you for the tag @sweater-daddiesdumbdork !! Check out Amber’s fabulous Twenty First Lines here!

I’m gonna write from some of my earliest stories instead of my latest ones, and then I’m gonna proceed randomly with my fics. 

Going through my masterlist and revisiting those stories was so fun!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some of your favorite writers!

The world was greatly different than from what it was a decade ago. Progression through seven decades was a whole another story. One that the two hundred year old super soldiers were greatly overwhelmed with. || His - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Life had become beautiful for Bucky with Steve by his side as not only his best friend but also a loving boyfriend. || New Nicknames  - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

For as far as one could see, there were busy pedestrians walking up and down the sidewalk as the cars rushed by in a flurry of various colours. || Never More Than Me  - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Chaotic. That’s precisely how Bucky felt. Inside and out. || And A Kiss To Hide  - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Calloused fingertips ran slowly through your hair, absent-mindedly drawing varied patterns with gentle prolonged strokes. || (5) Bucky and The Bed -  Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

The air rushed past him in a gentle breeze, creating a soft whooshing sound in his ear. It ruffled the short strands of his silky hair as it flew by, from, and to the unknown. || (Epilogue) Bucky And The Bed -  Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

Laying on your side, as consciousness slowly sipped into you, you noticed a few things around you before you could open your eyes. || (7) Bucky and The Bed -  Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

The red stain wasn’t terribly dark but was highly contrasting against Bucky’s light blue shirt. Not exactly the look he’d been going for. || (6) Making Omelettes -  -  Single-dad!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader (in collab with @thorfanficwriter)

Despite all the hardships, life was truly beautiful, wasn’t it? || (7) Making Omelettes  -  Single-dad!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader (in collab with @thorfanficwriter)

Stressed. Confused. That’s how Bucky Barnes felt. || (2) Making Omelettes -  Single-dad!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader (in collab with @thorfanficwriter)

It looked worn, and from what you’d seen it probably was. Yet it was a perfect combination of rough and soft under your fingers as you played with the thin collar of Bucky’s henley. || All The Way -  Bucky Barnes x Plus-size!trans-male!reader

Bucky, with his strong bulging arms hugs you from behind any chance he can get, kissing your neck in the sweetest of manners before lodging his chin on your shoulders. || Pleasures of Beefy!Bucky -  Bucky Barnes x gender-neutral!reader

“So,” You started, feeling a bit awkward, playing with your bracelet as you sat stiffly, “How’s life?” || Boomerang -  Sam Wilson x (cis)female!reader

Curtis trudged through the narrow pathway between the bunks. The smell of death and despair was acrid in the air, burning his lungs, mind and heart as he inhaled it. || Safe In My Arms -  Curtis Everett x (cis)Fem!Reader

Don’t get him wrong, Bucky loved you with all his heart, but at the moment he hated you with all his might. || Too Many ‘After which’s -  Bucky Barnes x Gender-neutral!reader

Those eyes, just like his own once. || Freed -  Platonic!stucky (aka Steeb and Bonky) x Gender-neutral!teen!reader

The atmosphere felt jolly. A current of joy danced around you. || Tinsel Teasing -  Bucky Barnes x (cis)Female!reader

It was warm and nice, having your face pressed against Bucky’s chest and legs tangled in comfort under the covers.|| Our love -  Alpha!Dad!Bucky x Omega!Female!Reader

A movie was on. You didn’t pay attention. He was warm. But strangling him was your intention. - The Jacket  -  Dayton White x (cis/trans)Female!reader

It is a strange concept, really. We don’t always get what we want. But  if we do, it’s when we least expect it, in the most strangest of ways as well. || (1) Daze of Pollen -  (cis)fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson

Not gonna lie, it was a bit tedious but also so much fun! Thanks again babe for tagging me. Tagging: @thorfanficwriter @gotnofucks @avocadogirl216 @jobean12-blog @the-soulofdevil @indyluckycharlie @princessmisery666 @donutloverxo @bluemusickid @justdontmindmetm​ And anyone else who’s interested!! 

No pressure, participate only if you want to :) 

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last update: july 03, 2022

· ➳ marvel cinematic universe

Bucky Barnes

aes: on the run

au: demig-d!bucky x daughter of apollo

au: bucky & rescued child

au: romeo + juliet

color: dark blue

Kate Bishop

aes: cozy winer nights

au: kate x tutor!reader, idiots to lovers

Steven Grant

aes: museum date

Loki

aes: loki x dark academia

au: medieval king!loki

Steve Rogers

steve rogers

au: steve x cottage witch

au: stripper!steve*

Natasha Romanoff

aes: nat x sagittarius sun

Sam Wilson

aes: cozy winter getaway

aes: road trip

color: lavender

Helmut Zemo

au: dark!sugar daddy

Miscellaneous

korg

modern scarlet witch

natasha & yelena

Inspired by Fics

(bury me) in all my favorite colors

does he know the way (i worship our love)?

not easily conquered

persephone’s symphony

steve rogers, the man on fire

· ➳ teen wolf

Allison Argent

color: purple

Stiles Stilinski

color: green

· ➳ vampire diaries universe

Cami O’Connell

aes: academia

Vincent Griffiths

aes: dark academia

Hayley Marshall

aes: cottagecore

Elijah Mikaelson

aes: dark academia

au: coffee shop

color: pink

color: red

Klaus Mikaelson

aes: traveling

Kol Mikaelson 

aes: chaotic academia

Damon Salvatore

aes: dark academia

Ships

klaus x cami x light blue

marcel x rebekah

(platonic) josh & davina

· ➳ miscellaneous

haunted castle

new era of life

sour - olivia rodrigo

taylana

#imaginearyparties masterlist

[fatbottombucky]

The Car Chase *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Summary: “Who even are you?” “A bunch of idiots trying to save the planet” “We’re still trying names.”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (gender not specified)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson & Sharon Carter

Warnings: Car Chase, mostly comedy

Rating: TEEN [13+]

A/N: This is for @jbbuckybarnes writing challenge. I didn’t know how to end it, so I left it on a cliffhanger lmao

It started off as a normal day. You got up and got ready for work, did everything you normally do in the mornings. Nothing was out of the ordinary.

In fact, it was such an ordinary morning that it was borderline boring. Which was your normal, unfortunately. Yeah, you hated it. It was boring and lonely, but, hey, at least, you’ve got a roof over your head.

You drive to your job at the bank, knowing it would be the same shit but different day. The drive is around twenty minutes commute, you wouldn’t mind it but your radio had stopped working a week ago- plus you couldn’t find your AUX cable.

The joys of living a chaotic but normal life.

You stopped at the red light, a huff of air leaving you as you tapped the steering wheel. You frown as you see a car drive on the sidewalk, frantically driving and a man sticking his hand out of the window and shooting.

Eyebrows raised and your first instinct is to duck, none of the shots hit you or are remotely near your car. As the car speeds off, you look up and sigh with relief. The shooting stopped and the car sped off in the opposite direction of your job.

Till the door to your car opens, you scream and look. A man with a stubbly jaw, piercing blue eyes and wearing all black looks at you. In any other situation you’d say he was handsome, stupidly attractive.

“Hey, Imma need your car,” he tells you with a smile and opens the door wider. You shake your head, “listen, you really need to get out of this car.”

Why the fuck would you get out of your car?

You continue to shake your head, “Dude.” Another voice startled you, “what’s the hold up?” Cars behind your honk their horns for you to move.

The other voice pushes him away and motions for you to move over. It’s then you notice the weapons on the both of them, so you do as he says. Quickly shuffling across the dash to the passenger side. You watch as the men get into your car, starting it up and driving well above the speed limit.

Your hand clutches the seat in a tight grip, eyes wide and heart beating twice as fast than it normally should.

In a matter of minutes he’s caught up to the car from earlier. Who ever are these people? And why did they have to pick your car for this chase? Through all this you can’t help but think… I’m going to be late for work.

“Bucky shoot their tires out already,” the guy driving yells back at the one in the back.

Bucky, dumbass name, rolls his eyes and rolls the window down and leans out. Aiming a gun perfectly at the other car, till the car swerved and he cursed as the shot didn't line up.

“Can you drive in a straight line?” His voice yells from outside.

The guy beside you, rolls his eyes dramatically. “You try driving a manual in a car chase!” He yells back, irritation in his voice. “Believe the sass on that guy?” He asked, mostly to himself.

The car in front has multiple people lean out and start shooting, you shimmy down to avoid being shot at. “Hey, take the wheel and follow them.” He orders and you do as he says.

This is not how you wanted to spice up your life. Sure, your life is mundane and boring. Yeah, you wanted some action... this is too much action.

Eyes trained on the road ahead, leaning over and holding the wheel with shaking hands. Sweat dripping down your forehead as he leans out the window and also starts to shoot at the car.

Your ears are ringing with gunshots and your blood is thumping in your ears. Your mouth is dry, but you’re sweating all over.

A well aimed shot has their tires blown out and they swerv, crashing into cars parked along the sidewalks. You slowed the car down and stopped, panting for air and sitting back into your seat. Hands covering your face as you try to regain some semblance to what just happened.

Car door opens and shut, talking and yelling. Police cars show up, but your eyes are still covered. You slowly drag your hands down your face, opening your eyes and getting out of your car.

On shaky legs you assess the damage. Gunshots littered your car, windshield littered with gunshots. The damage was minimal, somehow, but you couldn’t afford it.

“We’ll pay for the damages,” a voice startled you and turned, the two men looking at you, offering apologetic smiles. “You’re the first person to actually stay in their car.”

“Who even are you?” You asked with a frown.

“A bunch of idiots trying to save the planet,” a feminine voice answers for them. A woman with blonde hair and arms crossed looked at them both.

She’s tapping her foot, an eyebrow raised in their direction. A pissed off look, you can only agree with her mood.

The one named Bucky chuckles, “we’re still trying names.” He tells you with a sweet smile, “Bucky, that’s Sam. Sorry,” and you sighed shaking your head slightly.

Trust you to meet a handsome guy because of a car chase.

“Y/N, you guys have made me late to work,” you groaned when looking at the time on your phone.

“We can drive you,” Sam offers and you suck in a breath and chuckle at that offer.

You decline rather quickly, “I’ve seen your driving. No thank you,” that makes Bucky laugh.

The woman, called Sharon, had your car towed out of the area. A car on its way to drive wherever you needed to go, you stand off to the side and wait patiently. A quick phone call to your boss about your situation settles everything.

“Hey, so, gonna need your phone number,” Bucky smiled and you raised an eyebrow. “Contact you when your car is done,” you smirked and handed him your phone.

He exchanges the numbers with a small grin of his own. The car arriving and stopping just a little ways from you, you look at Bucky and give him a smile beside getting in.

A chuckle escaping you because the company with your car was going to contact you, not him. You, nor Bucky or Sam, notices the black Volvo that follows your car to work.

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There’s No Place Like Home

For Cake’s 1940s Challenge!

Prompt: “There’s no place like home.” – The Wizard of Oz  // Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: just a smidge of ending angst that accompanies the air of inevitability. A/N: The release date and holiday traditions mentioned are a product of a quick Google search. Nothing like waiting until the last minute! Thank you for hosting this challenge and allowing me to be a part of it @cake-writes!

1939

The Wizard of Oz premiered in theatres August 25, 1939. It took you from that date to October 31 to cobble together a Lion costume for your darling little brother. It wasn't a chore, really. You adored him, so you didn't mind the late hours at the dress shop you worked at or the extra money spent on material that you just couldn't scrap from the leftovers after a day of sewing. Making a dream come true was hard work, with a wonderful reward. You had even managed to salvage enough material to make a dress just like Dorothy's so you could accompany your brother trick or treating. You held his hand tightly as you walked through your Brooklyn neighborhood, walking from house to house collecting coins and fruit, holding everything in the basket you carried as part of your costume. Waving at the adults on their stoops and chatting with the teens and kids wandering the streets in their costumes, you were enjoying the festive occasion when you heard your name from across the street. Stopping on the sidewalk and peering across, you smiled and waved when you spotted them. "Bucky! Steve!" You waved a second time as they dodged the traffic and crossed to meet you. Neither of them were costumed, and you clicked your tongue in disapproval, even though you were probably the oldest person on the block wearing one. "Where's your holiday spirit?" You teased, holding your brother's hand even though he hid behind you, staying in cowardly character. "Aw, that's just for kids," Steve murmured, hands shoved deep into his pockets and eyes wandering the street. "Then I'm the biggest kid here," you giggled, trying to pull your brother out from behind you and sighing when he clutched harder at the back of your dress. Your eyes drifted up to meet Bucky's, catching him at the tail end of a long appraisal. You pretended not to notice. "Lookin' real sweet, doll," Bucky drawled, and Steve snorted before he could stop himself, earning a nudge on the shoulder from his best friend while you rolled your eyes. "I suppose I should say thank you, Bucky," you replied magnanimously, surging forward when your brother rushed towards the next house after spotting an open door. "Do you want to walk with us for a bit?" Bucky and Steve followed behind a few steps as you continued on with your brother, the three of you making easy conversation. You hadn't seen them for more than a simple 'hello' and 'goodbye' in the street since high school, and you'd missed their company. At the corner where you needed to part ways, Bucky pulled you aside as much as he could with your brother hanging on to ask you on a date...again. Your answer was always no - not because you didn't enjoy his company, and not because he had a different girl every time you saw him, and certainly not because he wasn't handsome because oh my he was. You just didn't date, though. With your father gone and your mother sick, your salary at the dress shop was the only money coming in to the house and you needed to be home for your brother. You softly explained this again, apologetically, and said you could always see him at the soda shoppe on Saturdays when you took your brother and he hid his disappointed expression quickly. "I'll see you around, Dorothy." You rolled your eyes again but still gave him a little curtsy before he walked away. 1941 Walking home from the dress shop, your shoes felt like they were sinking into the sidewalk with each step. The air was heavy with uncertainty, and despite the bouncy songs on the radio and the boys in their uniforms on the street rushing around with chaotic energy, you already felt anxious. The sound of your name stopped you, like so many times before. You turned and your heart flew into your throat at the sight of him. Sergeant Barnes - handsome in his freshly pressed uniform, hat at a typically jaunty angle, blue eyes sparkling. "Bucky," you breathed out, voice soft and you let him take your hand. "When ...?" "Tomorrow," he matched your tone. "I'm going out with Steve tonight, but shipping out in the morning. Any chance..." He left the question hanging in the air, knowing what the answer would be, and you couldn't bear to do anything other than shake your head. You stepped closer, though, linking your fingers with his, and not giving any care to any eyes on the block you stood on tiptoe to press your lips to his, lingering softly. His eyes were full of surprise when you stepped back, and you smiled up at him. "Be careful, and remember Buck - there's no place like home." He smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that familiar way, and squeezed your hand once before turning to head down the block. You watched until he was out of sight, leaving you forever in the Brooklyn dusk of a what could have been.

#cake's 1940s challenge #Bucky Barnes x Reader #my weakness is 1940s Bucky #there's no place like home

[omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts]

A Silver Lining (Steve Rogers X WOC Reader) Mobster AU

Summary: A free-spirited, independent barista at New York’s Dream Bean Coffee Shop gets the surprise of her life when Steve Rogers, targeted by mobs across the country for knowing the whereabouts of the infamous Bucky Barnes, comes in during closing time, exhausted and in need of coffee and company. Sparks fly and glances are exchanged. But she’s a barista with more secrets than Steve ever bargained for. 

Author’s Note: I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THISSSSSSSSS!!! Sorry, too excited, but this series is going to be great and very cute so I hope you enjoy it and like it. I did a WOC reader because there are not NEARLY enough of these stories so I wanted to break that and write this. And I love Tony Stark, but I needed a villain, I’m sorry! Steve Rogers is HOT, a universal fact I’m going to exploit in this story. Sorry it’s short, but it’s an intro and the other parts will be longer, tell me if you want more ;)

Please leave feedback! It means the world to me!

Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension and slight angst

Word Count: 2355

FC: Tristin Mays

Y/N’s pulls her hair up, pinning it to the back of her head, messy curls falling by her face that she has to blow out of her eyes as she grabs a wet rag and wipe down the cappuccino machine, her playlist softly humming in the background. She sings along quietly with a small smile, moving around the kitchen with a bit of unease, having been working here for only a few weeks, almost a month. She misses Europe already, especially Paris, the small towns around it, visiting and volunteering at the shelters. She misses the city life, the culture, tanning her brown skin on its beaches, meeting new people, making connections. 

Now everything is just starting to get complicated.

Then the bell on the door rings.

A man walks in through the doors, looking around like an alien from another planet, visiting Earth for the first time, taking in everything. 

“Sir, I’m sorry but we’re closing-” she says hanging the rag over her bare shoulder, adjusting the strap of her gray tank top idly, not yet looking up until the man’s rosy, bright cheeks catch her eye, tired from a hard day of work.

Then she stops herself and examines him for a moment, even from this far away seeing the ridges of his muscles through his deep blue top, sporting an equally flattering pair of black jeans and sneakers, hiding his features with a baseball cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. She pinches her brow in confusion but he’s spiked her interest. She is the only one working a shift tonight, so what’s the harm in letting him come in?

“Never mind, I can keep it open a little longer,” she turns around to get some mugs and turn on the cappuccino machine once again. Her voice with that signature French lilt she’s acquired over the years of growing up there, and going back for school, luring him in like a siren.

He walks himself over to sit on one of the stools, and she starts to fear that he’ll break the weak, wooden chair. He sits up in the seat, the rickety sound it makes when he leans back not willing to give Y/N’s anxiety riddled nerves a break. Then he looks at her, guilt filled eyes and a furrowed, serious brow, something clearly weighing on him, forehead wrinkled in unease and worry. She would wonder if the man has ever smiled if not for his laugh lines and crinkled eyes, reminders of happier times. 

“I’m sorry to... inconvenience you, Miss, this place was the first I saw and I-” he starts, taking off his sunglasses and hat now that he’s inside, exhausted, until Y/N interrupts.

“You’re fine,” she looks up at him from across the counter, lifting an eyebrow when he continues to stare until his eyes are drawn to the ceiling, not wanting to scare her off while he admires her curls and warm, brown eyes.

“I could use the company anyway,” she half smiles, drawing a weak smile from him. Hm… so he does smile...

“Tell me your name,” her eyes flick to him and he meets her gaze timidly, shy despite his muscular frame and jock esque appearance, he’s not as cocky as she’d think him out to be. When someone looks this good, they usually know it, and perhaps he’s aware, but he doesn’t seem to make a show of it. And now that she’s up close and personal with the stranger, she realizes how attractive he is, strong jaw, bright eyes, blonde hair, the kind of handsome you see on television screens and magazine covers, the kind you associate with athletic models.

His smile is soft and calm, like his eyes, green with flecks of gold and sapphire. If his personality is as complex as those eyes, she’s sure to have an interesting time trying to unravel the mystery of him. If fate wills them in each other’s lives once again.

He speaks gently as if he’s afraid the glass bubble that’s formed around the two of them will shatter if he raises his voice above a whisper, saying quietly in slight disbelief, “Y-you don’t know who I am?”

She laughs, cleaning off cake crumbs from the counter, “Should I?”

He considers the question for a moment, maybe it’ll be nice not having someone know who he is, basing what they think they know about him from the media. He’s normal here, as normal as he can get, with a pretty girl in a quaint New York coffee shop at ten at night, wanted and being hunted down by almost every mob in the country.  

Yes, normal.

“Not at all,” he finally says. 

She smiles, “I’m Y/N,” she replies coolly.

“Nice to meet you, doll,” he says while her back is turned to him, her eyes widening slightly at the old-fashioned pet name. She smiles softly, glad he can’t feel the heat that’s blossomed in her face, hidden beneath her skin.

“Doll,” she repeats sweetly, absentmindedly cleaning a dish on the counter to pass the time. “Don’t hear that a lot now, do you?”

“Oh, I apologize, Miss, I didn’t-” his face blooms into every shade of scarlet, tinging even the tips of his ears pink.

She turns and grins warmly, holding back a laugh at his flustered state, sliding him a mug of black coffee, sugar packets and cream beside it, “No need to be sorry, Hercules, I’m not complaining,” they lock eyes for just a second, fingers brushing when she passes the mug to him, electricity sparking between her warm skin to his. He chuckles at the nickname she’s given him, equally as adorable, and from seeing the blush in his cheeks, she knows the name will stick. 

“So what brings you here? This late?” she asks, leaning against the counter with her arms folded over the surface, holding her head up.

“Bad day,” he pinches his eyebrows together when he looks back at her. “Nothing you’d want to hear about.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing... but if you don’t want to talk about it, even though I am a great listener,” she teases with a small smile that brings one out in him as well, grateful for her kindness, even if he isn’t sure he really deserves it. Not that she thinks she does either. 

“We can discuss... anything else,” she offers after a pause.

The corner of his lips turn up in amusement, hands warming up on the hot mug, he looks up, “Really? Anything?”

She brightens with a soft laugh, proud she’s gotten him in better spirits, lips quirking, “Within reason.”

“Where are you from?” he asks politely, curious because of her fluttery accent, slight but still detectable, velvet off her tongue.

“I lived in France until I was three then moved to New York until I went back to Europe for art school and stayed in Paris with family, coming back here only a couple weeks ago,” she scrubs down the counter before tossing the rag into the sink, untying the apron from around her curved waist, skinny jeans clinging to her skin. His eyes wander shamefully when her back is turned. 

“And you haven’t been checking up on the media or network television since?” he asks, which explains why she doesn’t know of him, something that is honestly a relief for him.

“Not really, I went to a lot of places to volunteer and stay with no internet, but I didn’t mind. You could say I kind of live under a rock. But, what about you, Hercules? What’s your story?”

He shakes his head with a light smile, “Nothing interesting.”

She snorts, “I highly doubt that.”

“My life is chaotic... at times,” he says, running a hand through his blonde hair and ruffling it a bit, taking a drink of his coffee. “But it’s nothing out of the ordinary. I promise.”

She eyes him for a moment, not buying what he’s saying but deciding to let him off the hook with the promise of finding out later. She doesn’t want to scare him off so soon, not when she’s actually starting to like him. She turns around to grab the pot again to give him a refill before turning back around to pour it in the mug, finding him already looking at her. She catches this with an amused smile and he looks away sheepishly like a young man with a crush all over again.

“More?” she asks him and he nods hastily, caught off guard by her eye contact, she is quite assertive, he believes, he can tell already she’s a force to be reckon with. 

“Yes, thank you,” he sips the coffee, warming himself up and enjoying the heat in contrast from the winter air outside these doors. Steve never wants to leave.

“Tell me about when you were a teen, were you the nerdy type, the jock, the scholar, the rebel... the goth?” she leans forward over the counter, looking at him excitedly, eyes lit up when she grins.

He turns away with a rosy smile and endearing laugh, before looking back at her, trying to keep his composure together now that she’s so close to him, exploring every inch of her face. Wondering what it would be like to kiss that smug smirk off her face.

How cliche.

“If you can believe it, I was a bit of a nerd,” he half smiles.

“The hot ones usually are,” she thinks out loud boldly, causing him to stumble over his words and his cheeks to burn. “It’s a classic John Hughes stereotype, the handsome, sweet jock who also happens to be wicked smart. I see it in all his films.”

“John Hughes?” he inquires and her jaw drops.

“Have you never heard of John Hughes?” she says in playful shock.

“The name sounds familiar and I know he’s a director, but I’ve never seen his movies,” he admits and he winces for impact at her frown.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” she rolls her eyes. “Maybe that’s why you were brought here today.”

“To bring me coffee?”

“No, for me to enlighten you.”

He grins, “I was pretty skinny, too. I didn’t have many friends growing up.”

She looks him over, “You’re kidding.”

He shakes his head slowly, “I’m not. I was never a ladies’ man, I’m still not, really, my pal Bucky is a lot better at that sort of thing than I am,” he says vulnerably, an air of uncertainty in the way he speaks, but all he finds on her face is disbelief, hesitant in believing the man before her is not good with women.

Bucky. She knows that name, but she decides against asking any further, looking up at him, “I don’t believe that.”

“Again, doll, it’s true,” he smiles slightly, casting his eyes downward before looking back up.

She purses her lips and shakes her head, locking eyes with him, but at the same time, her heart has dropped to the pit of her stomach, “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Hercules?”

“I’d like to think so,” he takes a sip of his coffee, lips curling over the edge of his mug, emerald eyes brightening with fervor. “It makes things more interesting.”

She smiles thoughtfully, hops up on the counter, and finishes off her coffee, “I suppose. But not all surprises are the wanted kind.”

“Then get them from someone you trust.”

She looks down at her legs dangling off the counter, crossing them over one another, “In this world, you can’t trust anyone.”

He chooses his next words wisely, knowing he might come to regret this, falling into her brown eyes and not resurfacing, fallen in her carefully set trap, “I trust you.”

She looks up, eyes slightly flaring, a warring conflict with her heart and her mind, “Don’t. You don’t even know me,” she laughs, but it’s humorless and dry, wiry.

“It doesn’t matter,” he meets her eyes. “You’ve shown more compassion to me in one night than anyone has in my entire life.”

She attempts to hold back a smile, a wry laugh escaping her lips, “You’re cute,  Hercules, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told...” he shares her hesitant smile and looks up at the clock in the corner of the cafe, rising from his seat. “But I should be leaving, it’s late.”

“Yeah, it is,” she agrees and follows to where his eyes lay on the hands of the clock, grabbing her things while he walks to the door.

“I’ll see you around, doll,” he shoots her a sly wink, slipping his cap back on. 

She rolls her eyes, “Not a ladies’ man, my ass,” she mumbles under her breath, watching him leave, the last sound she hears being his booming laughter echoing from outside. 

Her phone buzzes in her pocket and her heart sinks knowing who’s on the other end, before reluctantly answering the call, “Yeah, Tony?”

He chuckles at her dull tone, “Nice to hear your lovely voice, too, Y/N. Did you learn anything about your target?”

“How did you know he’d be here?” she tucks hair behind her ear as she looks out the cafe window, watching him leave down the sidewalk, wearing a smile she can see from here, guilt gripping her chest.

“You know I have eyes everywhere, sweetheart, and you’re not answering the question.”

“He mentioned Bucky once, said they were friends, but that’s all I got right now, and I thought we agreed you don’t call me when I’m out in public anymore.”

He whistles, “Is that how you talk to your boss, huh, kid?” he says, the smirk evident in his tone before dulling into a frown. “Watch your tongue or I’ll get someone to cut it out. Do your job, Y/N, there’s no backing out now.”

Her eyes dart to the door, biting down on her lip while she tightens her grip on her burner phone, “Yes, sir,” pressing the end button, dropping the phone on the floor and smashing it under her boot.

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Little Did You Know: Part 1

Summary: You thought your upbringing in a mafia home was a difficult time in your life, fighting for the love of Bucky Barnes who didn’t meet your father’s standards. But even when you’ve both stayed away from that chaotic life, the past returns and things get out of hand. The home you both built tumbled harsher as your reality flew out the window and so did your heart.  (Modern AU) Pairing: Ex-Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1802 Warnings: Fluff, Angst, mentions of: death, blood, gang business, abuse, immense hatred, violence  A/N:  Been working on this since September but I really hope yall enjoy it and stick around for the crazy ride. Since I’m back in college, I won’t be posting all the time but every week or two so please be patient with me. This song is literally how the story is (highly recommend you listen to it)  Feedback is welcomed 💜

“We’re gonna go see Papa. You excited?” You cooed at your 4-month-old child, the first of many you hoped to have.

He wiggled his chunky arms, chewing on his fingers as you giggled at his actions before slipping on his little booties with a “B” embroidered on the sides. He laid in his wide crib, elegant pillows and adorable stuffed animals boarded around. His deep ocean blue eyes stared at his safari mobile that rang a melodious tone. Spoiling your first born isn’t what you saw to do, but your husband only wanted the best for his family.  

Excitement roared within you as you readied your baby to see his father after a month away due to work. You got ready beforehand, getting your hair, makeup and nails done- knowing your husband loves to see you dolled up. Still a little swollen from your delivery, you wore a fitted peach colored bodycon dress, making sure it was loose around your waist with beige pumps and a white fur shawl around your shoulders. You looked like the typical Italian-American wife, but with a sense of fashion.

You were a reminder of what Bucky accomplished in his life so far, more valuable than money or any rare diamond. You shined brighter than the stars in the night sky. He couldn’t have been happier to be with you. To be your husband till he couldn’t no more.

You met him at one of your fathers’ dinner parties that he held every Sunday evening. The whole street you grew up in would bring dishes of all sorts. They were like family, coming in and out of your grandeur home that your father worked hard to get. Love was shown all around. Hugs, kisses on the cheeks and laughter brought joy to the atmosphere. Bucky happened to be one of the young cheeky boys who had his heart eyes set on you. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he didn’t stand out from all the rest.

Because he did.

It was like the moment you two locked eyes with each other, time itself stopped. Allowing you to bask in that period only to sink deep into each other’s soul. And boy, did you never want to swim back out. He remembers how his breath was instantly taken away, replaced with the sweet fluttering of his heart and the warmness in his stomach that never left. Even till this day. You were one of a kind. A beauty that hypnotized him in the best way and maybe the worst. But he’d never admit that. He was the one.

As you were his.

However, your lives were much different than the white picket fences. When you were 10 years old, your father explained that your great-grandfather made an agreement with other families, a secret group in Italy, before they migrated to the States. They swore to have each other’s back no matter what, earning respect, dignity, a higher status, and most importantly, protection. You were taught to value that treaty and much more.

As you grew older, your father’s business in repairing and selling cars turned out to be something else. He was a gangster; the boss of the mafia. Selling weapons to other mafia groups and wiring illegal money into Brooklyn. It wasn’t like he was the one getting his hand dirty. He had men for that. And Bucky happened to be one of them since his family dealt with that side of the business while your dad stood on top of everyone like a god of some sort. After you found out, you two tried running away only to be brought back. You disliked them with a fury, living a lie or at least being the cloak to what was happening behind closed doors. You and Bucky wanted out, but this was your family.

You’ve grown to love them.

And your life.

That’s where your forbidden love story had begun. Just like any concerned father for their sixteen-year-old daughter, your dad prevented any relationship between you and Bucky. He lived the same life as your fathers, being one of his right-hand men and all. Escaping would seem like the ultimate solution but Bucky stayed, for the sake of you. Anything Bucky did to show your father how serious he was about you didn’t meet your father’s standards; he wanted someone more successful and endearing than Bucky- the complete opposite. And your dad only saw the worst in Bucky but then again, Bucky loved you.

Not the money. Not the success. Not his label. Just you.

And life wasn’t easy for James Buchanan Barnes. Both his parents were taken away from him at the young age of twelve by Howard Stark who was scorned with immense hatred for your and Bucky’s family. He was another mafia group but on the bad side of the city where most of the scumbags in Brooklyn lived. Blinded by greed, Howard sought to take everything, even if that meant killing anyone who came in his way. He saw the Barnes family a weak branch, making it easier to take down. Howard took most of the car repair shops that were owned by Bucky’s father and left Bucky in the hands of his grandfather who wanted nothing to do with him. Yet, Bucky promised himself he will avenge his parents no matter what and get back what was rightfully his. He knew the right time will come to him so he waited.

In the meantime, Bucky’s grandfather ended up raising him until death stepped on their doorstep and welcomed him with open arms. After the funeral, your father took Bucky in, still being a young teen and sticking to the oath their families made. He decided to work for your father even if he disliked Bucky and working for him would only ensure that his future would go downhill. But Bucky craved you more than the will to stay alive once realizing you were his boss’s daughter. Bucky yearned to be better than anyone who he encountered, to be better than the image he has in his mind. And that meant he had to do things he wasn’t proud of.

He promised you he’d be better, only for you.

When the opportunity arrived to show your father how serious Bucky was about you, he made Bucky in charge, being an adult now, of a large weaponry shipment that was supposed to be guarded until the exchange took place up North. Word got out to Howard and his men as they rushed to the location before deciding to shoot up the place. They loved interfering in affairs that didn’t involve them for personal gain and it fueled the same fire in Bucky had years ago. Howard hoped he killed Bucky to send a message to your father but Stark didn’t know Buck had gone back in town to bring more men to secure the joint, but as time would have it, a war sprung out between the two. Your father was notified of the incident and was on his way. After hours of shooting and fist-fighting, Bucky came out of the mess with triumph oozing off him. Howard’s body laid dead on the cold black ground when your father arrived at the scene.

That day, Bucky gained your father’s approval and more importantly, you.  

Presenting your grandmother’s engagement ring that your father gave him, Bucky proposed to you that same night. He might have not looked great, exhaustion and pain written across his face with dirt and blood-stained clothes on but his eyes held love and a fiery passion. Your heart was so full at that moment and remained to stay full, never showing any emptiness.

Because Bucky wouldn’t allow it to.

You two got married in a year, then had your loving son months later since Bucky didn’t let you leave the bed during your honeymoon unless it was necessary. You two were finally together and free to live the way you wanted. Deserved. The amount of joy and enthusiasm Bucky held within him wasn’t enough to show how thankful he was to you for giving him the most precious gift of all.

Being a father.

He never thought he’d see the day with the path he was heading but then you made that happen. He swore he’d never let you down… so you thought.  

“Mrs. Barnes, you ready to head out?” Your driver poked his head through the open crack of the nursery door, pulling you out from your memories.

You nodded. “Yeah, we’re ready. Just grab his diaper bag and my suitcase. It’s in my room, on the bed.” You smiled before looking down at James. “Here we go.” You hummed, picking him up before resting James against your chest as he nuzzled into your neck.

Walking out of the nursery, you waved goodbye to the housekeepers who lived in your luxurious home. Bucky insisted having them since your house was humongous and you’d never be able to clean such a spacious place on your own with a baby around. He couldn’t bare you having that stress put on you, so he hired them to help.

“Mary, did Bucky call?” You asked the nanny, who you’ve grown to adore, as you stepped out of your mansion to the car.

“Yes, I did ma’am. I told him you were feeding James. He said to have you call him after.” Mary smiled, taking James from your arms as she situated him in his car seat.

“I’ll give him a call while we’re on the way there. It’s a two-hour plane ride, which is very convenient with this little stinker. Thank you.” You pulled Mary into a hug before stepping into the car. Your driver rounded the car, shutting your door before quickly taking the driver’s seat and taking you to the airport.

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as your nerves jumped eagerly throughout your body. It took a lot in you not to spoil the surprise for Bucky but you knew he’d appreciate it more than you felt. You were sure Bucky would scold you for coming at a late time but at least he’d get to spend the next day with you and the baby.

James’ light coos grasped your attention as you softly tickled his sides only for him to grab your hand and stuff it inside his mouth.

“Oh my god, James, I just fed ya.” Your tone went high and baby-like as you continued to talk to your son hoping it’ll calm your nerves.

“I hope Papa feels better after seeing us… he sounded lonely when I talked to him this morning.” You quietly sighed before leaning back in your seat, staring out the window as the warmth in your stomach slowly drifted away.

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Say It First

Fandom: Marvel 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Female Reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts

Word Count:1900  // Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Angst, fluff, kisses, confessions of love, self hatred, self esteem problems, self loathing, unrequited love, friends to lovers, 

Summary:  Bucky has something to say but he can’t bring himself to do it

Note: This is a songfic from a song i’ve not stopped listening to for about 400 hours, whacked this out in about half an hour so not ggreat but idc [updated 9/22]

Bucky had never felt like this. Well, not in this lifetime. The emptiness that had filled his heart had just become second nature to him and when she came into his life he wasn’t sure what was happening. She burst into his life in a way he hadn’t seem coming. She seemed to just appear in his life one day as if she had been there forever when in reality it had only been 6 months. He had never had feelings like this towards anyone. She was a ray of sunshine and he was closer to her than to anyone on the compound. Well, Steve was, of course, closer to him but he didn’t really see him as a friend, Steve was family.

I never feel like this I’m used to emptiness in my heart And in my arms

Once there were quite a few people living at the complex Tony had found it to be too chaotic and even though they had help, he had help in the form of Pepper, the needs of everyone seemed to be too big of a task and so he hired an assistant to help the Avengers. To the world she could be seen as a skivvy, a person to run about after them keeping them happy but in reality, she was much more than that. In reality, she was their nanny. You’d think keeping a group of adult superheroes out of trouble wouldn’t be hard but she had to work mercilessly every day to keep them all alive. 

From then she was just there. In his life, every day, a positive force that made him get up and out and live a normal life – as well as balancing everyone else. That’s what worried him. He was sure that they were friends but him being an Avenger made him suspicious that she was only being nice to him because it was her job. 

You’re not what I‘m used to You keep me guessin’ with things that you do I hope that they’re true

Back in the day, he would never have had this problem. He’d become adept at making girls fall for him but he had never been interested in a relationship, it had been all about the chase for him and once he was done with it he left them, quickly moving on to the next one. However, the years as the Winter Soldier hadn’t exactly been about chasing tail and scoring dates and so he’d become rusty. Yet, this was different altogether. That’s not what he wanted from Y/N. It was something more. He didn’t know what exactly but something better.

He just didn’t know how to tell her.

She seemed to be in a different place in her life altogether. She ran at a different speed somehow, her life ebbing and flowing rapidly. Whilst his was stagnant – he did the same job day in, day out never moving out of the walls of the compound except for missions. There were so many things that made him doubt whether they could even fit together. 

But then there were the other things. The ways in which she was just right for him. The way she made him coffee every morning because she knew he was unable to tolerate people until at least 10 am. How she made sure there was a hot shower ready for him when he was due back from a mission because it helped get rid of the dirt and blood that had clumped in his hair and the tension that had knotted through his back since he had left. The way she put old movies on when he was having a bad day because she knew that was the only way to make him feel better. Even the way she mercilessly bagged on him because she was one of the only people that didn’t feel the need to walk on eggshells around him. One of his favourite things though was the way she let him climb into her bed when his nightmares got too much. When all he could see was death and destruction she let him wrap his arms around her and feel nothing but her warmth engulf him so he could finally rest.

I think of you while I sleep, I dream of what we could be if we grow, Together unfold 

It was doubts like this that kept him up at night. This is how he found himself lying in bed staring at the ceiling at 12:30 am begging for sleep to take him. He’d gone to bed early in the hopes that he wouldn’t have to stew any longer if he were asleep. It didn’t help that Steve was well aware of his crush and so when Y/N had left for her date tonight he had done nothing but look at him with pity in his eyes, frowning at him for drowning his sorrow in beer. Deciding he was never going to fall asleep he went back downstairs to the kitchen and pulled out another beer. The compound was empty now. Half of the members were on a mission at the moment and the ones that weren’t had rooms on the other side of the compound and so weren’t going to be disturbed by his presence in the kitchen. Not that he was much of a conversationalist all on his own anyway.

He hadn’t been there long when he heard movement through the house coming towards the kitchen. His senses were on red alert, though he knew it was only someone who lived here, his body was too well trained not to listen more carefully. The kitchen light flicked on and he watched from his place by the kitchen island as Y/N flounced into the room and went to the fridge, searching through it. She grabbed a bottle of water before turning around.

‘Oh my God,’ she gasped, as she almost dropped her water, ‘what are you doing here sat all alone in the dark?!’ ‘Couldn’t sleep.’ ‘How come this time?’ she asked tentatively, moving towards him and sitting down, reaching out to touch his metal arm gently. ‘Just stuff.’ ‘Wanna talk about it?’ she asked with wide eyes as if begging him to tell her the truth. Like she knew. He wanted to, just to spill his guts to her and hope she’d just fall into his arms.

I think of you while I sleep, I dream of what we could be if we grow, Together unfold

‘Nah,’ he said blowing it off, ‘it’s nothing. How was your date?’ ‘A disaster.’ ‘Really?’ he asked trying to not seem so happy about it. ‘Yeah,’ she sighed, ‘he was just not nice. Too self-involved, too arrogant. I just didn’t like him.’ ‘Shame.’ ‘Not really. I mean I didn’t even want to go on this date. I’ve not wanted to go on half the dates I’ve been on since I got here but Nat’s got it into her head that it’s a shame for me to be young and single or at least young and not dating. I think she feels bad because nearly everyone’s coupled up.’ ‘You don’t like dating?’ ‘Not really. I like being in a relationship but dating’s a whole different ballgame. It’s just getting to know people until you find something you don’t like that puts you off. And everyone seems to have something to put me off at the minute. I guess my head is just not with it.’ ‘I know what you mean.’ ‘We’re you thinking of getting out onto the dating scene too?’ she asked in an airy tone though Bucky thought he might have seen a flicker of disappointment in her face. ‘No. Definitely not. Dating’s not for me.’ ‘Oh. Why?’ ‘Well, who’s gonna want me? A messed up 90-year-old with one arm who can’t even sleep properly because it’s one of the ways he remembers all the atrocities he’s committed,' he muttered bitterly. She looked at him heartbroken. For a minute he thought he saw pity but it wasn’t it was true heartbreak. Listening to him speak of himself in that way was actually heartbreaking. ‘Oh Buck.’ ‘What?’ ‘You don’t honestly see yourself that way, do you?’ ‘What do you mean?’

‘That you’re some hardened criminal who doesn’t deserve anything good because if I have to physically knock some sense into you James Barnes don’t think I won’t. I mean Steve’s been training me,’ she chuckled, ‘You are an amazingly kind and wonderful man. You’re thoughtful and I’ve never seen anyone care as much about your friends and family as much as you do. You prove that you’re so caring by the fact that you can’t sleep at night because of things that happened that were so out of your control. Those things that you were forced to do were not your fault. In my opinion, it wasn’t even you, that was the Winter Soldier, you’re not to blame believe me.’

‘Y/N.’

‘You’re incredibly interruptive. And witty and sarcastic. You’re not a morning person though you’re such a laugh in the morning with your messed-up hair and bleary eyes. You have such a good singing voice and you blush whenever anyone catches you. As for the one-arm thing so what. You’re gorgeous no matter what and just because you’re missing something doesn’t diminish that fact.’

‘Cause I’m never gonna heal my past If I run every time it starts So I need to know if I’m in this alone

She was staring at him now but he dropped his eyes from her face all of a sudden feeling guilty that she was being so kind to him when he didn’t deserve it. ‘Buck, please don’t beat yourself up like that.’ ‘I’m not-’ ‘I know you too well, I know you’re thinking you don’t deserve it but you do. You so do. More than anyone I know. And all that stuff I said is true. It’s the way I see you.’ ‘Really?’ he said though his voice betrayed him and was barely more than a whisper. ‘Yeah. Why else do you think I keep you in my life huh?’ she chuckled.

Come on baby, say it first I need to hear you say those words, If I’m all that you desire, I promise there’ll be fire

Bucky knew this was it. Now or never he needed to tell her. But he still couldn’t, his voice was gone and the moment seemed to be fleeting past him. ‘Well, it’s your job.’ ‘You’re really gonna make me say it huh?’ she asked with a smirk. Bucky’s heart sang at the look on her face and he couldn’t do anything but smile and nod. But she didn’t say anything, she didn’t do anything except lean forward and press a tender kiss into Bucky’s soft lips. Though it had been 60-plus years it was like riding a bike. He moved into action deepening the kiss and allowing his hand to pull her head tenderly towards him. She pulled out of the kiss first much to Bucky’s dismay but she whispered. ‘I love you, you dumb dork.’ ‘Really? ‘Yeah.’ ‘I love you too. I just think I needed you to say it first.’

I need to hear you say it first, Come on baby, do your worst, I know you’ll take me higher, Come on darling, If you love me, say it first.

#marvel #marvel fic #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #friends to lovers #friends #friendship #confessions of love #friends to more #self hatred #self loathing #my writing #say it first

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Scattered Paper *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Request by Anon: You know this moment in movies when someone nerdy drops their books or spills their coffee on their crush who's super popular? Could you maybe do this for Bucky x male reader?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male!Reader

Ratings: Teen [PG-13]

Warnings: Very clichè & you ALL asked for fluff tropes. So, here it is!

Authors Note: this is so cheesy, I love it. Mate, everyone needs to write tropes with Male readers it’s actually so much fun to write. I’m having a blast with it lol - Rosalie🍑

“He’s coming this way,” excitable whispers hushed through the science lab, “Shhhh, here he comes.”

You didn’t have to turn in your chair to know who the girls were fawning over, you’ve worked with the same girls for a year now, all openly expressing their desire for one male Avenger. You’ve listened to their coffee chats, their hushed whispers of lust, even was accidentally sent a very vivid, and graphic, email of said male.

James Barnes, Bucky, aka White Wolf; is the desire of every woman’s attention at the Avengers base. No matter what your type is, Bucky seemed to be able to wiggle his way onto your list of desired men to bed. He’s silent in the interesting way, not the creepy way. He’s intimidating but in the protective way, he’s also ruggedly handsome, but somehow adorable all at once. He’s incredibly strong; mind, soul and body wise. Very smart too, his intuition often plays a key element in why all his missions are successful.

So, maybe, it isn’t just the women Bucky has after him. There’s a few men that would “go there”, so to speak. You’ve heard the usual “what male avenger would you fuck, if you had to?” Question, you’ve never answered because that’s highly unprofessional.

You’d say Bucky, you’d always pick Bucky.

You’ve never had a conversation with the guy, crippling fear of embarrassing yourself in front of him. You’re just some guy that works in the labs, some nerd to him, probably. He’s the rough-tough Avenger, the one with a harden shell and steely look, the one that lost everything but given a second chance. He’s the unreachable boyfriend of your dreams, the guy you compare every potential suitor against- no wonder you’re single, no one can compete with James Barnes.

Unlike the women of your section, you don’t openly gawk at the bloke. You keep your staring to a minimum, well you try to, at least. You have been known to take the long route out of the compound, going up two levels and walking past the gym at exactly 5pm, and you happen to look to see Barnes working out; you just HAPPEN to do that. One time you did trip on nothing because he was working out with no shirt, but you played it off as a shoelace incident.

In other words, to you, Bucky is out of your league. An Adonis. You’re just some nerdy guy, glasses and all, sometimes you wear Star Trek shirts to work. You’re clumsy and your mind is a chaotic mess, you forget where you left your coffee even though you made it five minutes before. So, as you have done with all the Avengers, including Bucky, you’ve kept out of their way and off their radar.

Till, now that is.

“Y/N,” you spin in your chair and see Dr. Helen Cho walking towards you, stacks of papers and files in her arms; clearly struggling.

You stand up quickly, grabbing the stack and instantly regretting it. You aren’t weak, but your biggest muscle is your brain and that doesn’t win too many fights; luckily you aren’t in fights that often. You place the heavy stack down, playing it off as easy and that it definitely wasn’t heavy to you.

“I hate to be a pain, but there’s no way I’d be able to carry these to level 5, Banner and Stark need them. Do you mind?” You widen your eyes a little, trying to find some excuse, “please, you’re the only one here that has level 5 access too,” that was true but you never went up there, you hadn’t seen Tony since you were given the job and that was last year in April.

You nod and smile, “Sure, I’m not busy.” You sighed, scratching your neck out of awkwardness, she nods with a smile and leaves to her office.

Looking at the tower stack you heaved a sigh, grabbing the papers and files. You struggled to push open doors on your way to the elevator, often getting help from other staff members, quietly thanking them before going on your way. A few Agents, people that go out on the field when the Avengers can’t, watch and laugh at your struggle.

Lifting your left foot and resting it on the wall, resting the papers on your knee, you lean forward and press the elevator button. Praying it wouldn’t take too long because the strain on your leg, plus fingers was becoming uncomfortable and unbearable.

“Hey, Y/N?” You look over your shoulder to see Sharon Carter walking to you, you tried to wave but opted for just smiling when the stack almost fell, “need a hand?” The blonde raised an eyebrow at your tower of paper.

“Nope. I am fine, what’s up?” You tried to play it off and grinned, clearly needing some help but too stubborn and awkward to accept or ask for it.

Sharon chuckled, “hey, man, could you take these files to Rogers for me?” Waving the red file in her hand, a smirk settling on her face, “you’re going up anyway, right? It’d be a big help.” Before you can answer she’s placing the file on top, standing on her tippy toes and sliding it on like a jenga block.

You watch with a glare as she turns, smiling to herself and leaving down the crowded corridor. The elevator dings and you walk inside, grumbling to yourself about her rudeness as you click the button for level five, stating your name and code number to the AI. You place the paper pile down for the few seconds, stretching your fingers slightly, examining them for paper cuts.

The door opens and you quickly grab the stack walking out before the doors close, groaning at the fact you had picked up the stack in an odd manner. The stack was now blocking your view, you couldn’t see in front of you, you stand in the middle of the silent corridor debating on what to do. You decided to carry on, everyone will just have to move out of the way for you instead. You slowly began to walk, carefully listening for other people’s footsteps but hearing none.

You turn a corner, almost to your destination when you smack into something hard. Papers and files fall to the floor, papers scattering the ground, along with you. You fell backwards and landed on your butt, groaning at the sudden contact with the hardwood flooring.

“I’m so sorry,” a deep voice makes you look up in shock, “I wasn’t looking where I was going, I space out a lot,” he offers a hand out for you to grab, you stare at it for a few seconds before accepting it and he heaves you up; a little too aggressively because you almost fall forwards. “Wow! You’re really light!” He chuckles to himself, amused by your smallness.

You just smacked into James Barnes, an Avenger. Quickly repositioning your glasses, “I should be apologising, sorry. Agent Barnes, it’s my bad.” Instead of looking at him, you quickly avert your attention to the scattered paper and begin picking them up. Bucky kneels down with you, also picking up the paper, “you don’t need to help me, I’m sure you’ve got better things to do.”

He scoffs playfully, “Nah, it’s okay. I’d feel like a dick for walking away, plus it’s kinda my job to help cute guys in distress,” he drops a playful wink.

You choke silently on air, you can feel your face flushing and heat rising across your neck. The hairs on your arm standing on end, your fingers feel tingly and butterflies swarm in your stomach. If you breathed any heavier your glasses will start to steam up from the heat you’re producing, you feel way too flushed. Instead of answering you carry on picking up the papers, fingers fumbling around and your throat feeling dry.

As you reach for the last paper, so does Bucky and your hands brush one another. You pull back, a little shyly and Bucky picks the paper up and stands up, you slowly do the same and smile timidly at the man before you. He’s taller this close up, by almost a foot and he has a boyish grin on his face, one you hadn’t seen before.

“I’ll help you carry these,” he holds up a hand when you go to protest, “take it as a token of my apologies for bumping into you…” you nod once, “and that time when you tripped up outside the gym because of me.”

You widen your eyes in shock, Bucky chuckles loudly, “I didn’t-I wasn’t… shut up, man.” You click your tongue, trying to come up with a viable excuse, “I walk that way out, my shoelace was untied… it can happen,” your confident excuses turns into a mumbled confirmation of your not-so-sneaky way of appreciating him from afar.

“It’s fine,” Bucky smiles a little shyly, “I do the same, I never have any reason to go down to the labs, I only do that to see you.”

Your eyes fly up to Bucky, he’s fiddling with the papers in his hand and biting his bottom lip, you’ve never seen this side of him before. He looks vulnerable, a little nervous about his confession, it’s oddly endearing and adorable. Before you can speak he holds the papers, giving a little head tilt. You’re both walking towards Stark’s office, a little distance between you both.

It’s silent between you both, a few people walk past and greet Bucky and yourself, mostly Bucky. You end up at Tony’s office door where his assistant tells you he’s out, you both leave the papers on her desk and leave. You place your hands in your hoodie pockets, quickly glancing at Bucky who is slowly strolling beside you.

“So,” you begin and Bucky looks at you, snapping his attention to you, “I need to go back to work, you need to go save the world or something,” he nodded and let out a strained chuckle, “was you lying earlier?” Bucky frowns, “when you said that you come down to the lab… for me?”

Bucky lets out a small laugh, raising his left arm and scratching the back of his neck, sighing lightly and shaking his head. “I know it’s creepy but I didn’t know how to approach you and I heard from people you like guys too, but I just got nervous. I’d get the courage and go down, then chicken out and leave again,” you smile to yourself, “embarrassing, I know. I’m an Avenger but I can’t ask out a guy.”

“Well, I mean, you can try now.” You smile and Bucky has a small glimmer of hope in his eyes, he nods to himself and mutters something under his breath.

Bucky opens his mouth but, “Agent Barnes you’re needed on assignment. Flight deck 4, ten minutes.” Agent Romanoff’s voice coming through the tanoid.

Bucky shuts and squeezes his eyes closed for a second, muttering a small “fuck sake” to himself. You give a gentle smile, shrugging your shoulders at him. “I gotta go save the world or whatever,” he starts to walk backwards and looks a little defeated.

“Hey, if you’re back and not dead, we can go out this Saturday?” You ask.

A bright smile comes upon Bucky's face and he nods, “something to come back to.”

(A part of me wanted to write this with a high school AU, I might still do that because it’ll be hilarious and cute. But I decided to write it without the AU because it’s still adorable, I love this type of trope tho. Where the two people have been mutually pining after one another, then they bump into each other and then just as one is about to ask the other out something comes up!! I live for it. Hope you all liked this!! - Rosalie🍑)

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