#bucky was there for the first cap and now he's here for the second

[nicestgirlonline]

dumb dumb

Pairing: Bucky x Dumbass!Reader

Warnings: none! lots of fluff ahead!!! 

Summary: Everyone can see the huge crush Bucky has on you...everyone except you of course.

Word Count: 3.7k and counting because I truly am incapable of being brief

A/N: This is for week one’s writer activity for  @the-slumberparty  the I Spy Challenge! I included all three of the items they shouldn’t be too hard to spot! I hope you enjoy it! Unbetaed, forgive me! Feedback is always appreciated :)

Update 2/17: You guys asked and now there's a Part 2

Typically it was Team Cap that were the first people awake in the Avengers Compound. Steve, Sam and Bucky were still on a soldier's schedule, usually getting up at 5 to work out before getting breakfast. 

So it was a bit of a surprise when they entered the kitchen to see the coffee was already brewed and you were helping yourself to a bowl of cornflakes. You were a Stark Industries biochemical engineer and judging  from your lopsided ponytail and your rumpled clothes, you had ended up sleeping in the lab. Again. Steve checked his watch, it was barely past 6. 

“Good morning! Another late night?” Steve asked.

“Morning Cap! Yeah, the thing about stomach acid is it's so fascinating I lost track of my time while studying it.” You cover your mouth to hide a yawn.  

“I think maybe only you think that.” Sam said, making you giggle a bit. Bucky entered the kitchen slightly later than the other two. His hair was damp and he had a towel wrapped around his neck, freshly showered. Steve definitely noticed that Bucky had started to insist on showering before breakfast right after the first time they discovered Y/N in the kitchen. 

“Good morning Bucky!” You greeted, internally cringing at how loud you were. He was taken aback each time he saw her in the morning. The usually coordinated assassin bumped into the side of the breakfast bar with his hip and winced. 

“Morning.” he mumbled and gave a little wave before immediately heading to get some coffee, walking off the bump. Sam and Steve both glanced at each other. 

“You should kick Bucky’s ass, it’s his samples keeping you up at night,” Sam joked. You blushed and filled your mouth with more cornflakes. You’d specifically been studying well, all of Bucky? The effects of Dr. Erskine’s serum on his body mixed with the cryosleep and the other HYDRA experiments was a vast array of knowledge to tap into.

“It's not his fault I’m bad at time management. I really should stop doing this though. I'm sure my apartment misses me.” You say quickly as Bucky silently fixes himself breakfast. He pulls out the bagels and cream cheese with a bit more anger than usual. He sent Sam a glare but didn’t say anything. 

“Well if you’re here less, we’ll start missing you, won’t we Buck?” Steve asked. Both of them knew about Bucky’s soft spot for the scientist, too bad he didn’t seem like he was ever going to do anything about it. 

Bucky didn’t really answer, just sort of muttered something. You tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear trying to hide a blush.

“I'm sure Bucky won’t miss me. He’s gotten enough of me poking and prodding him.” You said hoping it came off as a light joke. While Bucky had been very willing to provide all of the samples you’d asked for, you secretly were starting to feel like you were no better than HYDRA in his eyes…

“And stealing my blood for science?” Bucky asked, his tone still grim. “‘S’not so bad when you do it.” He gave a small smile that he hid behind a sip of coffee. Steve remained quiet a moment, hoping either of you would make a move but both of you stayed blushing and looking in other directions. 

“Say, I was wondering to get your opinion on something. If there was a fella who was trying to get something nice for a lady friend, are flowers too old fashioned?”

“A lady friend? Steve, are you dating someone?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny. But humor a hundred year old guy for a second here. If someone were trying to catch the eye of a modern woman such as yourself, would he have to buy you flowers, chocolates, diamond necklace?” He asked. You thought about it for a moment tapping your chin. 

“Gosh, not diamonds for me! I can’t wear any jewelry in the lab. I think flowers are nice! Everyone likes getting flowers sometimes. Maybe I should get some flowers for the whole lab, with Valentine's Day coming up and all.”  

Bucky smiled to himself. You were just the sweetest person he’d ever met. Always thinking about others. Steve of course caught the face and Bucky quickly turned away, trying to go back to neutral. It was such a stupid little crush, nothing more. 

x

You felt like your back might snap in half, that lab cot was really not optimal. You’d ended up staying in the lab past midnight and at that point it was easier to just crash than bother driving home.  You’d had to redo nearly all of your samples from yesterday, after your acid experiment melted nearly all the pipettes in the lab. You were probably going to have to get some more cheek swabs from Bucky too. 

You bit your lip. It was nice to have him in the lab so much. He didn’t talk a lot but he was always awfully sweet when he did. He also didn’t seem to mind your science babble. It was safe to say you’d developed a bit of a crush over the past few months. Too bad there was absolutely no way he felt the same way about you. He was a gorgeous Avengers for chrissake, he wasn’t going to date a dorky scientist who was studying the acid in his stomach. 

Speaking of the devil, when you got up to stretch a bit you were taken back by a face full of flowers, you leaped back in surprise. 

Bucky, wearing his sweatsuit like he had just gotten back from a run, was carrying a huge bouquet of pink and purple flowers. His face as usual was unreadable. You placed your hand on your now racing heart. 

“Bucky! I didn’t hear you come in!” You said as you regained your footing. 

“Uh sorry about that. Kind of a habit. Assassin.” He said with a shrug. The two of you stood in silence with the beautiful flowers separating you. Both of you  taking in the other. 

Can’t believe he looks so handsome while I’m sitting here looking like an absolute wreck

Can’t believe she looks so cute in the mornings while I’m in here looking like a creep. 

“These are beautiful!” You gesture to the flowers snapping the two of you back to reality. He half smiled and took a deep breath, ready for the little speech he'd prepared to go along with the ridiculous bouquet. 

“Yeah uh, I was just thinking about what you and Steve were talking about yesterday, with Valentine’s Day and all—“ He began. 

“It’s so nice that you got these for the lab!” You cried out taking them from his hands. Yesterday you had mentioned getting flowers for the whole lab, that must be what Bucky was referencing. 

“I…did. I did get these for the lab.” He said the smile now disappearing and back to his usual grumpy/ neutral expression. Some people found it a bit off putting but you had grown accustomed to it. 

“The techs are gonna flip, an avenger bringing us flowers! This is gonna brighten up the break room.” You squealed happily. It broke your heart a little, secretly hoping they had been for you. The gesture was really appreciated. Maybe he really didn’t mind all of your little experiments so much!

“I’m glad you like them.” He said. He sounded genuine but he looked so sad. You quirked your eyebrows, hoping that you’d be able to cheer him up if he stayed.  “Yeah so I’m gonna go now.” 

He quickly turned his hands in his pockets. 

“Oh you can stay—” You called after him but he was basically out the door. 

 “I’ve got to go on a run.” he called back.

“Oh.” you said to yourself as the door shut behind him. You clearly had been wrong, no way did Bucky like you at all. 

X

“Hey there I got a huge bunch of flowers for the lab. Because I think the lab is beautiful. And the lab is smart and funny. I really like talking to the lab even though I have no idea what the fuck to even say half the time.” 

“Talking to yourself again?” Steve asked, finally catching up with Bucky who had taken off at a mad man’s pace. 

“Eavesdropping again punk?”

“Flowers didn’t go over too well? I take it?”

“Not talking about it.” Bucky said picking up speed. Steve easily matched his pace, refusing to let his friend get away. 

“Maybe you should just ask her out. You used to be pretty good at that. Being charming.” Steve suggested. Bucky picked up speed again and Steve followed, the two of them now pushing hard. Nearly too hard for conversation. 

“Will you drop it?” Bucky grunted. There was no way she liked him. Why would she anyway? She was a beautiful, brilliant scientist and he was the grumpy old meanie avenger. 

“Just trying to help.” Now Steve was pissed, he pushed harder trying to pass his best friend. 

“Stay out of it.”  The two super soldiers ran on, lapping poor Sam a shameful amount of times. 

Used to be charming. Used to be? Bucky scoffed. He’d show them. He was present day charming. 

X

You really needed to work on your time management, you checked your watch and it was already 3 o clock and you hadn’t even had lunch yet. You were out of lab snacks too, so you decided to break for a quick lunch. 

You assumed you’d be in the kitchen on your own but entered to see Bucky with a cup of instant noodles. He was mid slurp when you waved hello. You went straight to the pantry to grab the basics for a PBJ. You could hear lots of coughing as you turned. 

“You’re not choking right? Do you need the heimlich?” You asked only half jokingly. You’d certainly do whatever you could to help him.

You turned back and Bucky was a bit red in the face but breathing normally again. 

“No. S’fine. Went down the wrong pipe.” He grumbled waving his hand as you went back to your sandwich.  

“Everyone loves the flowers. By the way, really made our week.” You took a seat across from him. Bucky straightened up a big and cleared his throat for the final time. 

“Glad to hear it.” He smiled. You smiled back. 

There was a beat of silence. You looked down at your food, then back to Bucky only to discover he had done the same. You were looking into each other's eyes. 

“It was really so thoughtful.” You hoped you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt. 

“Well I was thinking of you when I saw them.” He said softly. Your heart soared. That was the sort of softness that you only heard from him in a few special moments. 

“Tony is having a screening of The Princess Bride. For Valentine's Day. As a treat to the company. Great movie, if you haven’t seen it.” You said very quickly. Not sure what was compelling you to tell him about it. It was one of your favorite movies and you were really excited to go to the screening until another scientist in your lab had asked you if you were bringing a date. It hadn’t occurred to you that the romance movie screening on Valentine's Day was going to be a mostly couples event. 

“I haven’t.” Bucky said. You were about to suggest he check it out when he continued “We should go. Together.” 

“Ok! Yeah! Yes we should go! Wow, that will be so much fun!” You could hardly believe it! Had your gambit worked? Subtly bringing up the movie with the hopes he’d come with you? 

“Uh cool, should I uh pick you up at the lab?” He seemed just as excited as you. You don’t think you’d ever seen him so smiley actually. 

“Yeah, I’ll have to bring my duffle bag so I have a change of clothes. I have this dress that looks like Buttercup’s — she’s a character in the movie. I should have more clothes here anyway. I hate my work clothes. And maybe a blanket too since the screening room is always so cold. We could bring snacks even though they’re usually provided. That might be overdoing it. ” You had started to ramble while Bucky rested his chin on his hand, contently listening. 

“You’re not planning on sleeping in the lab again are you?” He asked, concerned. 

“Well, I want to watch the movie and it's a bit silly to drive all the way home when I'm tired.” You said with a shrug. You really should stop sleeping at the lab so much, it seemed like you were starting to get a reputation. 

“Very true, you should not be driving while sleepy. But uh we could go to my place afterwards. It’s a much nicer commute. Probably a bit more comfortable than the lab.” He offered. 

“But Bucky, where would you sleep?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. The avengers apartments were nice but you were certain he didn’t have a guest bedroom. 

“I’ll take the floor. It’s actually not an issue.” 

“Bucky Barnes, I am not kicking you out of your own bed. No way. End of discussion.” You put your foot down. He let out a sigh looking up at the ceiling lights and then back to you. His whole demeanor changed 

“Well. I was trying to be a gentleman here but it is a pretty big bed. We probably could both fit. Since it seems like there are no other options. ”  He practically purred at you. You blinked, taken aback. You couldn’t remember a time where he had seemed more charming to you! But no, that couldn’t be right. Bucky Barnes was not actually offering to cuddle up with you on Valentine’s Day. This was you misreading the situation with him as usual. 

“Oh. You mean that as friends right?” You asked. Bucky looked pained and sucked his teeth for a moment. 

“Totally. As friends.”

X

“So let me get this straight. You are going to be going to see the romance movie The Princess Bride together. On Valentines day. As friends. Then you are going back to his apartment. Where you’ve planned on sharing his bed. As friends.”Nat asked.  You sat across from Nat on the long L shaped couch in the TV room. You were a little surprised with how well you had ended up getting along with all the Avengers since you got hired for the lab. Nat and Bucky especially were famously unfriendly to newbies and yet, you seemed to click with them faster than anyone. 

“Exactly. What's so hard to get about that?” You gave a shrug and sipped some more of your afternoon coffee.  She let out a groan and massaged her temples. 

“Are you dumb? Like has this whole brilliant scientist thing been like an Elizabeth Holmes scam? Geez Einstein, Bucky is head over heels for you and you spend all of your time thinking about smooching his stupid grumpy little face!” She cried and you winced. You only thought about smooching sometimes.

“His face isn’t stupid.” You muttered and Natasha rolled her eyes so hard you feared they may get stuck. “And he doesn’t like me like that.”

“Why would he ask you out to a movie? Then offer his place afterwards, if not because he’s totally into you!” 

“I asked him if he meant as friends then he said yes he meant as friends.” You cried back. She let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Honestly at this point, I think I may have to hang up my wing woman hat. Can’t get you a date, can’t get Steve a date, I’ve lost my touch.”  She groaned. 

“Doesn’t Steve have someone he’s seeing?” You asked. 

“Uh absolutely not. No way he could keep that from me. Unless you have some intel I don’t know about.”

“He was asking me all these questions a few weeks ago. About getting a girl flowers to show you’re interested in her.” You explained. Why would he bring that up if not for the girl he’s dating? She nodded along knowingly. 

“Quick question, was Bucky also there by chance?” She asked, her wry smirk returning to her face. 

“Yeah he was…how did you know that?”

“And was this before or after Bucky showed up with flowers for ‘the lab’ ?” She asked using finger quotes around the lab. The gears in your head usually reserved for science and math started to turn. “Please, I’m begging you. Use that big powerful brain that’s supposedly between your ears.” 

You trusted Nat, she was much better at reading people than you were. Could she be right? You hoped she was right. 

X

You had changed into your flowy blue dress, you had always thought it looked a bit like Princess Buttercup's wedding dress with its long sleeves and high cinched waist. You took your hair out of its usual ponytail and let it tumble down your shoulders. This was a date. You told yourself. This was a date, Bucky was taking you out on a date. 

It didn’t seem real. How could it be? You had crushes all the time but they never actually liked you back, that just wasn’t how life worked out. But Natasha could read people like no one you’d ever known before. Could she be wrong?

Bucky showed up at the lab door, lightly knocking on the door frame as he let himself in. He was wearing a black dress shirt with black dress pants. The black on black was his usual MO but god did he look so handsome in it. He had stayed his hair a bit too, you could see the gel he had combed in to keep it neat. 

“Hey are you ready for the mo-” you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. The two of you stayed frozen for a minute neither sure what to do. 

He pulled you away looking confused. Oh fuck I just sexually harrassed an avenger oh god I’m fired, I’m dead, Bucky is never going to speak to me again!

“What are you doing?” He whispered, his hands on your shoulders keeping you at a distance. 

“I’m so sorry! God I knew Nat was wrong, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I just thought that maybe…god I’m so dumb.” You started to blubber, humiliated. You wanted to melt into the floor. 

“Hey, hey slow down. Now I’m really mixed up here, you said we should go as friends and now you’re kissing me. Can you just tell me what’s going on?” He asked, his voice very measured, his face unreadable. 

You took a deep breath. 

“I like you. I like you a lot. And I always thought that…there’s no way you liked me back. I wished the flowers you brought to the lab were for me but of course they weren’t and I hoped we were going to the movie as a date but of course we aren’t. Nat said she thought you liked me back but I should have never listened to her. I’m sorry.” You covered your face and turned away. You couldn't believe you’d messed this up so bad. 

“You keep apologizing but I’m not exactly complaining here.”  He said his voice low. 

“Huh?”

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to let you know, but every time I tried  it didn’t seem like you were interested in me!” He cried out. You just blinked at him, dumbfounded. 

“Why would you be into me, you're like the savior of the galaxy and I’m a nerd who practically lives in her lab.”

“Why would you be into me, you're a beautiful brilliant scientist  and I'm just some grumpy dope that’s also a  pardoned war criminal?”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him again. Bye god this was the second time you kissed Bucky today! Only this time when your lips met he eagerly returned the kiss. His soft lips moving feverishly against yours. His hands went to your hips and you tried not to let out a gasp as he pulled you flush against his body.  

“Wait, wait, are we going to miss the movie?” He asked you with such genuine sincerity you wanted to scream. How was he so cute?

“We can catch it another time.”

X

The two of you, barely able to keep yourself off each other, somehow managed to get in an elevator, go up all the way to Bucky's floor and get into his apartment. All while still remaining lip locked in a daze. 

He was kissing you silly, you almost felt drunk. With a bit of a flourish he tossed you on to the bed (which was quite big, easily room for the two of you like he had said). 

“Uh Bucky, what are these for?” You held up the leather cuffs that were chained across the back of the bed. He frowned, suddenly panicking. 

“I was going to move those, I’m sorry you had to see that. I just, I get nightmares sometimes and it um, it helps to chain myself to the bed so I don't um hurt myself. I’m on meds now and I never need to use them anymore.” He was rambling, quickly trying to sooth the situation. 

“Oh.”

“Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I know I’m a whole lot of baggage on top of baggage. I really am totally fine sleeping on the floor if that makes you feel safer or--”

“Don’t say that about yourself. You’re the smartest woman I know. ” He insisted. He sat back down on the bed. He took you in his arms. You pecked him lightly on his lips.

“I just…I thought maybe these were going to be for me.” You fluttered your eyelashes as

Bucky's eyes grew wide. He cleared his throat.

“They can be. They absolutely can be.”

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[delicatebarness]

i think he knows | chapter one

Summary: A few days have passed since your eyes met, and now, after waiting for him to come, he's finally in front of you again. However, someone isn't happy about his return.

Warnings: None I don't think for this one. If you believe there is any that I should add please let me know.

Word Count: 1716

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A/N: I finished writing this before even looking at any notes or feedback from the prologue, I think I'm going to enjoy writing this one.

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Lunchtime chatter was buzzing around the cafeteria while you sat at your usual table, you had tried to distract your mind from your encounter with Bucky the previous week by pulling out your newest book. You couldn't read it, every time you tried to finish the chapter, you'd glace back to where he was sat. The seat had not been occupied by him since that day. His smirking face, the piercing blue gaze. Your thoughts couldn’t help but wonder back, it was as if he had cast a spell straight out of your fantasy books. It drew you in no matter your efforts to resist it. 

Across the room, at his usual table, Steve sat with his friends and Sharon. The protective instincts were always on high alert in busy areas, the school’s cafeteria was no exception. Scanning the crows for any signs of trouble, he’d glance over at you every few minutes to ensure you were okay. Since he witnessed Bucky gaze upon you last week, he’s felt uneasy. 

Bucky, as if on cue, entered the cafeteria alone. His group of friends are nowhere to be seen, strange as they are normally bound to the hips. He made his way over to your table, sitting directly opposite you rather than a few tables away. Your eyes adjusted to the shape of him in front of you, once again a smirk appearing over his lips. As far as you had been aware, you’d never been this close to him. The smell of the intertwining scent of cigarettes and the metallic tang from exhaust fumes, a scent that would usually make her nose crinkle and try to avoid, filled the air between you. It was far from your vanilla buttercream shower essentials, but, you couldn’t help but feel enchanted by it. 

“Hey, Sunshine,” The nickname was drawn out as he readjusted himself on the stool, leaning closer towards you. “Have you been missing me?”

Your pulse began racing at the sound of his voice, how was this the first time you’d heard it? And, it’s taunting you. You knew you should have asked him to leave, not only did she not want to be rude to him, but there was something about his presence that you couldn’t resist. There wasn’t a second that you felt uncomfortable or in any sort of danger, he had a warmth about him. Either that, or, you had inhaled too much for his scent. 

Before you could speak up, Steve appeared at the end of the table, clearing his throat. The tension between you and Bucky had been cut, not realizing until now how hot you were getting under his gaze. “Is there a problem here?” He asked while looking at you, if it wasn’t for the hostility in his tone then you’d of never realized the question was toward Bucky. 

Unfazed by Steve and his presence, Bucky chuckled at him. “No problem’s here, Cap.” Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname, another taunt from Bucky, this time a taunt at the legacy Steve had created for himself. Not one that sets butterflies off in your stomach. You switched your gaze between the two, a nervous glance at each of them. Your loyalty to your brother had always been at the forefront of your mind. He was another part of you, he was who you looked up to for almost everything. But, you were growing an attraction to Bucky. It may be playing with fire, but you couldn’t help it. It was warm and inviting. 

Neither of them was backing down, the tension only grew, gaining the attention of surrounding classmates. Whispers, speculation, and curious glances added to your discomfort. Now would have been the perfect time to be read. Escape the judgmental gazes and the weight of uncertainty. 

Bucky stood from the table only to lean over the table, getting closer to your ear. “You’re smart enough to know, Sunshine, you can’t stay away.” His whispers tickled your ear, once again sending shivers down your spine. Your cheeks began to burn, your palms felt sticky. 

“Back off, Barnes,” Steve interjected with a firm voice and a shove to Bucky’s shoulder. You stood from your seat about to get in between the two as others began to crowd more closely. “Stay away from my sister.” His words were not only a warning to Bucky but the whole cafeteria. He stood tall showing he would stand up and fight anyone who ignored the warning. Bucky’s smirk faltered as he steadied himself on his feet, there was something that you couldn’t decipher now taking place over his face. Was it regret? Sorrow? Or was it something entirely different? It only served to deepen the tension in the room. 

Thankfully, you thought, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. The tension you didn’t realize you were holding released from your jaw. You began gathering up your book, homework, and stationery, preparing to leave. Your mind began racing with thoughts of the game you had found yourself in. The hardest test she would ever take, one she had not studied a second for. As you rushed out, you glanced back at Steve and Bucky, still locked in a silent standoff having a private conversation with their glares, neither wanting to back down. 

~

Navigating your way through the hallways trying to dodge other rushing students to your next period, your mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Bucky’s words left you feeling both excited and nervous. Could you not stay away? All these years you had never once thought about Bucky in any way, positive or negative, and now, after one glance he had fogged your mind for days. 

Turning a corner, you collided with another body not realizing that they were also turning. “Watch it.” A Sokovian accent exclaimed, her voice was thick with annoyance as she steadied herself and fit her coat. Wanda Maximoff: one of your most trusted allies. A transfer student who just never went home. You and Wanda became great friends not long after you volunteered to show her around the school. 

“Wanda! Sorry!” You replied while also steading yourself, looking around to make sure you didn’t drop anything. You gave a quick look over your shoulder, half expecting Bucky to be lurking, a smirk plastered across his face. Nothing. Wanda looked past you towards when you had previously checked. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Rogers.” You scrambled your thoughts for a reply, not so much a ghost, how do you tell your best friend what just happened and sound normal? Of course, you trusted Wanda with more than you did Steve for the most part, you just hadn’t got your head around it yet. 

“Sorry, it’s nothing to worry about,” You sighed, finally looking into your best friend's eyes, a concerned look on her face. “Just, a lot on my mind,” Raising your textbooks slightly to suggest that a lot on your mind was school work. Wanda stared at you with a questioning look, not buying it for a second.

Placing a hand on your shoulder, Wanda gave it a small squeeze letting you know that she was there for you. You had both formed a sort of unspoken secret language between only you two. The only other person who has a slight understanding of it is Peter Parker. 

~

Peter was your next-door neighbor, he moved in when you both were little kids to live with Aunt and Uncle. You played together in each other’s garden, he was rare, he could play sports on the same level as Steve but also had your level of smarts. As you all grew up, Steve met new friends and went around town with them. So, it was just you and Peter left doing science experiments in the backyard. 

It was great as kids, especially since your bedroom windows were opposite of each other. You both would stay up later than you should of, using a tin can phone you crafted together, helping each other study. Now, you both stay up late using your actual phones to help each other. 

~

The rest of the day was a blur for you, consumed by the thoughts of him. You struggled to focus on your classes, you looked through textbooks and presentations, but, all you could see was that look on his face as he called you ‘Sunshine’. By the end of the school day, you were once again sat in the back seat of Steve’s car driving home. You knew you had to talk to someone about everything that was happening, someone with potentially some experience. Sharon. Your brother's long-term girlfriend, they had been in a relationship for as long as you could remember. Surely, she has experience. 

“Hey Sharon,” Your voice uncertain as you watched Steve walking into the gas station to pay. “Can we talk?” Sharon glances back at you through the mirror on the passenger sun visor. “It’s about Bucky…”

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, her eyes fixed on you. “Bucky Barnes? What about him?” Her speech rushed as she tried to act like she knew nothing about Steve’s hatred towards him. 

You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts before speaking to the closest person to Steve about this. “I don’t know. There’s something about him that, I don’t know, makes me want to know.” You stopped for a moment to check on Steve’s location, still in a long line, waiting. You have time. “I can’t explain it, but, Steve has told me to stay away and that he doesn’t trust him.”

Sharon’s expression changed to a more sympathetic and understanding look, she closed the visor and twisted in the passenger seat to face you. “Follow your heart, sweetie. Only you can decide what’s right for you. Steve worries because he is a boy, he knows in his mind what boys can think and act like and he’s scared the worst with happen, but, he doesn’t own you or your actions. This is your story.” 

At that moment, you had never been happier that Steve chose to be the nice guy for Sharon. You nodded back at her, you were still uncertain about a lot of things but as Sharon said, it’s your decision. Not Steve’s, yours.

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[jobean12-blog]

Shit Happens

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 819

Summary: Bucky is a pain in your ass but you love him always 😁

Author’s Note: Thank you bunches to my sweet Nat💕 @blackwidownat2814 for gifting me with another hilarious tik tok! You can watch it HERE. I love writing these silly scenarios! So fun! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰

Warnings: fun and silly fluff, Alpine, mentions of poo 😆

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @captaincentenarian thank you! 🥰

At first you think it’s just Alpine pawing at the door to get you to let him in but when it continues even after you gently scold the cat you see your favorite set of fingers poking around the bottom of the door.

An index card slides under the small space.

‘I’m bored doll face ☹ What’s taking so looooong….’

“Bucky…” you warn. “I’ll be out soon.”

The index card disappears and is replaced by Alpine’s white paws.

“Hi buddy,” you coo, sliding your foot closer to the door to play with him.

His paws go away and then you watch as a second index card slides under.

‘You doing pee pee? Check yes or no,’ complete with two little boxes and a marker.

“BUCKY!” you admonish but it’s hard to sound mad through your giggles.

You reach for it and drag the marker closer, awkwardly opening the cap and checking off ‘no.’

You push it back under and kick the marker with your foot. Alpine’s paws instantly reappear and bat at the marker, thankfully whacking it back toward Bucky.

Silence.

Just as you’re about to check if he’s still there the third index card slides under the door.

‘Is it (and there’s a large red drop of blood drawn, complete with this face 0_0)? Check yes or no.’

“Oh my god BARNES!” you screech, laughing through it again.

You yank the card closer and grab the marker, checking off ‘no.’

More silence as you wait.

Alpine’s paws reemerge and reach for the small rug in the bathroom. You chase his paws with your toes. When his paws are gone another index card slides under.

You burst out with a snort when you read it.

‘Is it Poo Poo? 😏Check yes or no.’

You snatch the card and open the marker, checking ‘yes’ with a huff and shoving it back under the door.

“Now leave me alone!”

His long fingers swipe the card away and you hear his muffed laughter.

“I can help!” he chimes as he rattles the door.

“I swear Barnes, if you come in here…I will….”

He giggles.

“What doll? What’re you gonna do?”

“ARG! LET ME POO IN PEACE!”

His laughter gets louder as he slowly pushes the door open. Alpine squeezes by him and zips inside, perching himself on the edge of the tub. Bucky’s metal hand sneaks around the door frame holding the air freshener spray bottle.

“WHY YOU…” you begin to grit out but he hits the top and gets out a couple of sprays before you lift your foot and slam the door on his wrist.

“OW!” he yells.

“OW MY ASS BUCK! That shit didn’t hurt your VIBRANIUM ARM!”

He snickers when you lock the door and you hear him slide down along the wood. Suddenly his lips appear at the small crack between the door and the floor.

“I’m sorry baby doll,” he murmurs, his words slightly muddled because his lips are smushed together. “I was just playin’ with ya.”

“Yea, yea. Well, I have the cat now so we’re not coming out for a while. Better find something to do,” you grumble.

You wipe and flush, wash your hands and grab Alpine, sitting with him on the plush rug by the shower.

“But I’m hungry,” he whines. “And I miss you.”

“You can make yourself something to eat! And too bad! You should have thought about that before you came in here spraying air freshener! If anyone needs that after a poo it’s YOU!”

Alpine meows in obvious agreement and you chuckle.

“See! Even Alpine agrees,” you add.

Bucky’s fingers slide under the door and wiggle around, trying to entice Alpine as he continues his whining.

“Aw but I told ya I was only joking around doll. You and your poo smell amazing!”  

“BUCKY!” you shout, kicking at his fingers. “Will you stop talking about poo!?!”

“Let me in and I will.”

“NO.”

“Why not doll face?”

“Because I’m mad at you…”

“Or because it’s smelly in there?”

“NO, IT’S NOT!”

“Mm hm,” he grins. “Sure.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!” you mumble and unlock the door.

He barges in and quickly shuts the door with a dramatic sniff.

“IT ONLY SMELLS GOOD BECAUSE I SPRAYED THE AIR FRESHENER IN HERE!” he says with narrowed eyes.

You put Alpine on the floor and stand up, poking Bucky hard in the chest. He grabs your finger and yanks you into his arms to kiss you.

You only let him get a quick one in before shouting, “you better make sure I don’t catch you in here next time Barnes,”

“Like I give a shit doll! I’ll leave the door open!” he starts teasing.

You scoff and stamp your feet, brushing past him to open the door.

“You can come sit with me so I won’t miss you!” he yells after your retreating form.

“Like Hell I will,” you shout back.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @lookiamtrying @nano--raptor @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @rebel-stardust @dreamlessinparis @goldylions​

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #sebastian stan x reader

[rillils]

STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 3/4 (here are part 1 and part 2)

i just want to preface this by saying: as much as they tried to make this movie all about tony, and as much as they tried to no-homo the steve/bucky situation, they still somehow ended up making CACW the gayest movie in the whole cap trilogy, and that's saying something *throws confetti*

now, picking up where we left off:

aided by his friends sam and natasha, steve spends the following two years or so chasing after bucky, looking for clues as to where he could be hiding, until he eventually finds him.

their reunion scene is like. i honestly don't know if i can convey the sheer, ridiculous, absolute beauty that is this scene.

the thing is, steve isn't the only one who discovered bucky's location: the bad guys did too, and they're coming. like they're coming RIGHT NOW, as sam keeps trying to warn steve. which means that he and bucky have about 20 seconds to do this, and that might sound like too short of a time, right? but honey, the amount of repressed emotions and homoerotic subtext these two manage to stuff into those 20 seconds, my god--

no because like, there's a whole-ass SWAT team outside, waiting to crash through their door and blow up the place, yeah? and instead of getting the fuck out of there PRONTO, steve, mr romeo fucking rogers, decides to spend those precious few seconds trying to get bucky to admit that he loves him, making this much yearned-for, long-awaited reunion the most high-stakes game of gay chicken in the whole of history. you might think i'm kidding, but i'm not!!!!

INTRODUCING:

in the red corner, we've got steve basically telling bucky: "i know that you remember me, i know that you saved me because you still love me, please will you just say it out loud babe"

and in the blue corner there's bucky, extremely conflicted because YES, of course he loves steve, but he also knows he's putting steve in danger just by standing in the same room as him, and steve shouldn't even be here in the first place, and anyways STEVE NOW'S NOT THE TIME PLS FUCK

so he's just (unsuccessfully) trying to deny everything, you know?? "fuck no i don't know you, just know your name from a museum, what do you mEAN i saved your ass because i love you more than life itself and that's literally the first thing i remembered when i got my memory back"

(a quick reenactment:)

but really, you'll see the love in bucky's eyes if you just look hard enough.

n- no, look harder

a bit harder?

see, i told you

so here they are, just about to slam each other into the nearest wall and make out like it's brokeback mountain and they're just two guys coming from a time where their love had to be kept a secret and they miss what little privacy they used to have in their own little bubble when they were younger and living together and then life tore them apart and they haven't seen each other in ages and they've been yearning all the while and now that they're finally standing before each other again the air feels electric between them and they just can't help but- wait. uh. that, uh. that sounds familiar. uh.

OKAY so they're totally about to snog the living daylights out of each other, but time is running out. the bad guys are here!! and- and also a bunch of other people! because apparently everybody wants bucky either dead or locked up for one reason or another!! MY BOY CAN'T CATCH A FUCKING BREAK!!

so bucky is apprehended. but before anyone can do much about it, this other guy - this movie's Official Antagonist™ - gets bucky alone and triggers bucky's brainwashed assassin persona into taking over.

no longer conscious of his own actions, bucky wreaks havoc in the building, knocking people down in his wake like a sexy buff steamroller, and tries to escape; but steve, desperate not to lose him again, goes after him and stops him.

by grabbing onto a fucking helicopter, as one does

one extremely romantic, freaking insane stunt later, steve manages to get bucky to safety. next thing you know, bucky's waking up and back to himself, and they finally have a bit longer than 20 seconds to talk. you think they're gonna be normal about this? you think they're gonna share a standard heart to heart conversation? oh hell no, babes. WHIP OUT THE BEDROOM EYES, TURN THAT SOFTNESS UP TO ELEVEN, WE'RE UNLOCKING A BRAND NEW LEVEL OF EMOTIONS HERE

seriously. you don't know what true tenderness is, until you've heard james buchanan barnes softly say, in his sweet, gruff, velvety drawl, barely holding back a smile, "your mom's name was sarah. you used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

also the two of them just. spend half the scene making INTENSE heart eyes at each other, gazing deeply and intimately in each other's eyes, just bypassing the flirting zone to move straight to eye-lovemaking lane, while sam is in the room, because they've got no chill whatsoever.

unfortunately, sam cockblocks reminds them that they don't have time for this shit (dammit, sam) as they kinda have more pressing matters at hand, being on the run from like every government in the world (and then some). also they must neutralize The Antagonist™ before he can act on his Evil Plan™, so, you know. put the eyesex on hold, guys!

(to be continued in part 4)

#stucky #stevebucky #the silly stucky recap you didn't ask for #part 3 :D #so this got too long and i thought it'd be best to split it in two parts #hence the change from 3/3 to 3/4 #rillers scribbles #i'm still not 100% sure how to tag it in the first place tbh xD #but here #have some silliness in your day #cacw

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ only, please. Language, sexual themes, beefy Bucky

Masterlist

Sebastian Stan

@sergeantbarnessdoll (sorry it's short, dear, but I hope you enjoy it!)

He texted hours ago hoping you’d be home when he got in. All he could think about was curling up on your couch, cuddling down with some movies and some snacks before taking a very extended nap. Maybe some other fun stuff, too. 

Nap first though, he needed some sleep, possibly food before that happened. 

He smiles when your car comes into view, his driver dropping him off beside it. Every step closer makes his stomach warm with being home, being with you. 

“Hey baby,” He calls out when he swings the door open, “I’m putting my stuff in the bedroom real quick.” The TV is on, the mumble of voices growing faint as he drops his suitcase off. He hears you laugh, a sharp bark, and he grins before slipping into a pair of sweats and making his way toward the living room. 

He hears the music first and pauses in the doorway — it takes a moment to recognize what you’re watching. When the scene shifts and he sees RDJ he laughs — startling you. 

“Dude,” You look back at him, “Oh, Hello.” 

Seb wiggles his fingers. “Hello to you as well.” 

You flush, fidgeting, “Welcome home.” 

He moves through the living room, sitting on the couch behind you. You shimmy until you’re between his legs and he can drop a kiss on your head, “Mind if I ask why you’re watching Civil War?” 

“Yara and I played a drinking game last night for how many times Steve and Tony say each other’s names. We started with Avengers Assemble but made our way to the movies. I got kind of hooked again and had to keep watching them.” Your eyes never stray from the movie, even as your hand reaches back to grab his.

“Right here.” You point at the screen, “They forgot to put your arm on, or CGI it, whatever, but you can see your real arm and lemme tell you -” You lean forward, “Beefy Bucky is the best.” 

“Beefy Bucky?” He squeezes your hand. 

“Yes.” 

Sebastian watches the screen, eyes following Iron Man as he fights against the Winter Soldier. He remembers the choreography of this scene, how many takes it took, and when he’d switched out with his stunt double. 

He follows Chris chasing after him and watches Bucky try to fly the helicopter away.

“Yeah, I got beefy for this movie,” He pauses. “I felt like I had to size up to the others, which thinking about it now, makes no sense. The only one who I was up against, in my mind, was Chris.” 

“Cap is an asshole.” He knows you have a little frown. “Poor Bucky, though.” 

He laughs, “Yeah poor Bucky.” Both of you keep watching the movie playing on and he has to admit it’s been a while since he’s seen it. Everyone did an amazing job and watching Chadwick- it squeezes his heart. 

“Oh! Oh!” You jump forward, “You missed it, ugh. The fucking motorcycle scene. Baby, babe, he literally throws someone off the bike, but my god it’s gorgeous. Bucky is gorgeous.” 

“First off,” He pokes your shoulder, “That’s my stunt double you’re calling gorgeous. Second, you know I play Bucky, right? Me? The man who is currently sitting behind you?” 

“Yes,” You look back at him, “and you’re hot while doing it.” 

He grins at you, raising a brow when you turn around to face him, “You know, when I first saw this movie I was super drunk and told my partner at the time I was going to suck your soul through your dick.” 

Seb jerks a moment, his stomach tightening. “Yeah?”

“Never fucking thought I’d get the chance though, one in a million shot, right?” He didn’t notice you pausing the movie until the music stopped. 

Your hands trail up his legs as you rise to your feet. “You said you read some comics, right?” 

He grabs your hips, sliding his hands up your back as you settle in his lap, “Some. Why?”  

Your fingers trace the collar of his shirt. “You’re too tall.” 

Seb blinks, “What?” 

“Bucky is only five foot nine in the comics, I think? I’ll have to check.” Seb shakes his head, your fingers touching the edge of his jaw. “I think you make a great Bucky, though. Really brings him to life.” 

He squeezes your waist, digging his fingers in until you squirm in his lap. “You’re welcome.” 

That earns him a wicked smile, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. He follows the path, thinking about the feels of your lips against his and how warm your mouth would be around him. He leans forward to kiss your chin, then your cheek, over to your lips.  

You pause for a breath, “On a scale of one to ten how cool are you with me shouting Bucky while you fuck me?” 

Seb hums, brushing his lips over yours. “Let’s find out.”

#sebastian stan #sebstan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes

[starker-raving-mads]

For you: Part IV

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX

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"It's easier if we come up to see you," Bucky had said, Steve murmuring his agreement in the background of the phone call. "We're gonna be in the city anyway and besides, ain't it better to do it where you can do all the scans and stuff?"

The plan was sound, and made sense to Peter at the time. But here and now, with Captain America and the Winter Soldier making their way up to the penthouse labs in Stark Tower, the vigilante was questioning his judgement.

"Fri do we - "

"Yes, Mother, we have the schematics loaded and ready for display in both holographic and flat form."

"Okay, okay but do you think - "

"You've practiced attaching and detaching the device enough times that your fluidity of movement has increased by 313%."

"Sure but - "

"Peter," the AI cut off the teen's frantic questions. He fell silent, chagrined; she rarely called him Peter anymore and when she did, he knew it was because he was being too much.

He let out a deep sigh.

"Okay, I get it," he gave up. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be I guess."

"You are," the super intelligence agreed. "I'm glad you've come to see reason. Sergeant Barnes and Captain Rogers will arrive on the elevator in ETA 10 seconds."

They were coming by so that Peter, 18-year-old, clumsy Peter, could attach Bucky's new prosthetic based on Mr. Stark's assemblage instructions. He was, for lack of any better words, fucking terrified.

It wasn't so much that Bucky and Cap scared him, at least not any more. He had a healthy respect for the pair after everything they'd gone through, but the few meet ups he'd had with the group as a whole had made him appreciate the less-obvious qualities that each hero had in turn. Sure, Bucky was scary as heck in a fight, but outside of that he was quiet and kind of contemplative. Steve was the driving force for optimism and doing the right thing - and also an absolute mother hen.

Instead it was the fact that he was basically going to be attaching this thing, that he did not create, that cost Mr. Stark probably at least a million dollars? Onto the body of a super soldier while his - best friend or boyfriend or whatever they were, Peter really never got clarification - watched over his shoulder. He was having performance anxiety, big time.

He concentrated on those better qualities of theirs as the elevator door opened.

An hour later, he wasn't sure why he'd be so scared in the first place.

"You're really a natural at all this, huh?" Steve asked, peering over all the holodisplays Friday had helpfully pulled up for Peter as he went along attaching circuitry, wires, and faceplates. The blonde's eyes were wide trying to take everything in while Peter, finally confident in the face of the older man's perplexity, worked slowly but surely on finishing the attachment of Bucky's new arm.

"Sort of," the teen chuckled. "Mostly it's just that I spent so long growing up without any of the bells and whistles - oops, sorry," he grimaced after a slight spark made Bucky flinch. They were bound to happen, given that the battery that was Bucky's natural electrical system couldn't be turned off like one could a computer they were changing the parts in. " - that now that I've got all this stuff to make it so much easier, it's more understandable than it probably would've been otherwise, if that makes sense."

Bucky hummed in agreement. "Kinda like training with weights then goin' into the fight without 'em on." His Brooklyn accent was stronger than it had been before. Maybe it meant more of his old self was returning. The thought made Peter happy for the other man.

"Yeah, yeah exactly!"

"You know, I always thought Tony was one of a kind with how smart he was," Steve admitted after a few more moments of silence scattered with the light clinks of metals and wires being maneuvered in Peter's sure hands. "And he is, I'm not saying he wasn't, but you really do him justice here, Pete."

Peter ducked his head, flush blossoming in a great pink wave across his cheeks and the back of his neck.

"Nah," he disagreed quietly. "I'm nothing special. I bet there's thousands more people who would be able to put all this to better use." He sighed.

"No they wouldn't," Bucky said in a sure, firm tone. Peter looked up at him, his curls - getting too long, needing a cut - falling slightly across his eyes. "I've seen a lot of people, kid, and trust me, you are one in a billion."

Peter's breath caught and he stared at the assassin in shocked silence. He was brought out of it when Steve laid one of his large hands over Peter's slight shoulder, engulfing him in warmth.

"Buck's right, son," Steve agreed. A warmth Peter hadn't known since before Uncle Ben passed away washed over him. Something that felt like acceptance and family all rolled into one.

"Thanks," he replied quietly to the both of them. Steve kept his hand there for just long enough that Peter could pull on that warm memory with ease later.

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"Shoulda seen him, Pete," Bucky said, tossing a foam football to Steve, who tossed it to the teen, who tossed it back to Bucky in a smooth triangle stretching across the lab. "Stevie used to be a beanpole - short and tiny and yet had the bite of a gator wrapped up in all that acne and asthma," he chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, live it up, wise guy," Steve replied, smile taking any bite that might've been there right back out of it.

They were, ostensibly, calibrating Bucky's arm. Peter had finished with the installation a while ago and had gone back a few times to make some minor adjustments. They'd been tossing the toy ball that was he and Mr. Stark's 'thinking ball' between themselves to test the arm's dexterity, reliability, and maneuverability, but the spider was pretty sure it was as good as it could be at this point without a real endurance test. Still though. He was having fun, relaxing with his new friends. He could unwind with them in a way that Ned and MJ just couldn't do for him. He tried not to feel bad for spending so much time away from his friends but his life was just so - different, now. He'd make it up to them.

"I used to have asthma too," the teen admitted, tossing the ball to Bucky again. "And glasses, and all sorts of problems." He shrugged, catching the ball from Steve. "The bite kind of cleared all of that up, though I still have problems with the cold."

"Oh yeah?" Bucky asked, thoughtful.

"Never really knew why, just seemed to stick around, honestly feels a little worse but I don't know if it's just like that in comparison to like having none of the other stuff to distract my senses from it."

"You know," Bucky drawled, pausing as he caught the ball, holding it cocked against his hip. "Spiders can't thermoregulate. It's why you never see 'em in winter." Peter and Steve both blinked at him. In an act of absolute insanity, the winter soldier blushed. "What?" he asked, defensive, throwing the ball more firmly than necessary at Steve. "I read!"

"I never really thought of that," the younger man admitted. "That might actually bear looking into. Hey, Fri?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Can you make a note to research that?"

"Of course, Mother. Also, this is your reminder that it is 2pm and you have not yet eaten."

"Thanks, Friday," he grinned. He caught the older men looking at him. "What?"

"Mother?" Steve and Bucky asked in unison, smirks firmly in place. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

Peter had lunch delivered from his and May's favorite Thai place, leaving a hefty tip. It was still weird to him to just…having access to money now. He hadn't really used it except to pay for things like food and help May with bills and pay for his enrollment to Columbia. He was relieved, honestly, that the sudden influx of cash and power hadn't gone to his head. He liked to think it wouldn't but he was as human as everyone else and he'd seen good people do terrible things for cash.

Lunch with Steve and Bucky was good. It felt just like a continuation of the last few hours they'd spent together, like hanging out and just being friends. Refreshing, after everything. He'd answered embarrassing questions - like why Friday called him Mother (and then teased Steve for not getting the reference, even though Bucky somehow did), establishing a promise to have some kind of movie night so that he and Bucky could show Steve the legendary Alien films, and of course answering even more awkward questions.

"So no girlfriend?"

"Uh, nope, no not right now."

"Boyfriend?"

"Uh - "

"It's okay if you have a boyfriend, you know - "

"Or even a nonbinary partner! I hear that's a thing now, too, though I guess it always was and we just never really talked about it - "

"What Steve means, Pete, is no judgement from us. What's judgin' ever got anybody anyway?"

"Thanks guys, but no, no partners of any kind right now."

"Hmmm."

"What's that look for?"

"Still hung up on Tony, huh?"

"W-what??"

"It's okay, I get it, Stark was a handsome man. Don't look at me like that, Stevie, I know you ain't blind."

So yeah, awkward. Though, kind of sweet too? It was really kind of Bucky and Steve to just get it when it came to him and his feelings for Mr. Stark, as unrequited as they would always be. Felt a little easier to breath after that conversation, honestly. Ned and MJ had teased him constantly about his crush on Mr. Stark. May had too, for a while, though she'd stopped after - well after everything.

Apparently the billionaire and his aunt had done a lot to support each other while he was Blipped. Aunt May talked about Tony a lot differently, more supportive and less teasingly, than she ever had before.

He sighed, exhausted, spinning on his stool in the lab. Steve and Bucky had left a little while ago and he was still lost in his thoughts. He needed to stop thinking about this. About Tony Stark. He looked around.

"Guess it's kind of hard to not think about him when literally everything looks like he's about to walk right back in," he said to himself. He didn't want to get rid of any of it, but - "Fri, baby?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Put on the Stark-Parker Playlist #3. I've got some cleaning to do."

He spent the next two hours decluttering everything he could. Pens and pencils back where they belonged, rinsing out the coffee machine, papers getting filed away, tools and loose screws and wires being organized. In the end, the lab looked cleaner than he could ever remember it being. And it still felt like Tony, for sure, but it also felt like a breath of fresh air.

He slid his stool across the room to the last filing cabinet. He knew this was where all the experimental files got stored, just random notes on thought experiments and the like. All the real experiments - the weapons and suit projects - were all stored in Friday's cloud, but bits and pieces of physical hardware were inevitably tossed here.

As he pulled things out and arranged them on the floor to get some sense of what exactly was in the cabinet, he slowly realized that the things he was pulling out weren't exactly random. His piles were forming a pattern on the floor, piles of notes about holographic improvements next to auditory transcription, and weirdly a pile about how birds can mimic sound with their vocal patterns.

He stepped back from the landscape he created, scratching his head.

"Friday?" he called, tilting his head back and forth as though he were looking at a picture that was just slightly out of order.

"Yes, Mother?"

"What the hell am I looking at?" he asked. He was slightly frustrated. He could tell all this went together but - but not how. Like a puzzle missing one too many pieces.

"On the floor in front of you are assorted piles of - "

"No, no," he shook his head. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he said, "Sorry, I should've been more clear."

"It is okay, Mother. I am still learning. What is it you would like to know?"

"It looks like all of this - stuff - the notes and the research and things - like they all go together. Was Mr. Stark working on something?"

Friday was quiet for a moment before saying, "Yes, though I am not sure he ever meant for the research to be conclusive or be shared." Her voice was hesitant.

"So, he stopped researching?" Peter asked, mind turning over what the man could've possibly been working on.

"Yes."

"Was it because he hit a dead end?" The thought of being able to finish something that Mr. Stark couldn't was invigorating.

"Yes and no." Peter narrowed his eyes, looking up - even though, technically, Friday was everywhere in this lab.

"Fri, what are you holding back from me? It's not - " he paused, " - it's not dangerous is it?"

"Not in the manner a weapon might be." He groaned.

"Friday," he said in the same tone Aunt May used on him when he was edging around a subject.

He figured he might've gotten it down right when she answered, "Boss had been investigating the best and most accurate methods of recreating natural intelligence."

"So, a new form of AI," Peter clarified.

"No," she replied, more softly. "I believe, based on the results of some of his testing, that he was attempting to recreate a previously known organic intelligence." A pause, and Peter's spidey-sense tingled, ever so slightly. "He was attempting to recreate your intelligence, Mother."

It felt as though the floor had dropped out from under him, his stomach doing a wicked somersault. He had the vaguest sense of vertigo, like he'd missed grabbing a web when slinging high between two buildings in downtown.

"Why - " his voice clicked, throat dry from shock. "Why would he - ?"

"If I were to posit," Friday said in that same slightly gentle tone. "I have watched you and Boss both, together and on an individual basis. From some of the similar actions you both have taken, I can extrapolate that, in the best way I am currently able to describe," she paused, like she did not like the uncertain nature of the information she was about to unveil, "he was attempting to create such an intelligence because he missed you, Mother."

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #peter x tony #spiderman #peter parker/tony stark #for you fic

[writingthingsisdifficult]

It's been a long, long time

Steve Rogers x reader

Being on a mission, even with Captain America and Bucky Barnes, is a dangerous thing. One could become injured, and maybe even need someone to take care of oneself…

A/N: trying to get into writing again – it’s been a while (you might even say it’s been a long, long time XD ). Contains violence, swearing, bodily harm. Also pining and awkwardness. And a dose of idiots to lovers.

Obligatory English is not my first language.

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The evening is freezing cold. There is promise of snow in the air, but none of us have the time to appreciate it. We have a job to do. Villains to stop, a world to save. You know, the usual. It should be a quick in and out again. Cap and Bucky are taking the helm on this, and I’m bringing up the rear today. 

The only thing heard in the cargo bay as we ready ourselves, check the gear one last time before they let us go, is the noise from the quinjet. Then almost total silence as the pilot switches into stealth mode. A buckle snaps into place, soft steps on the hard floor, a cough. It’s the quiet before the storm.

“You ready?”

“Lead the way, Cap,” I reply with a grin. If he only knew I would follow him through fire and back. 

“Buck?”

“Let’s go.”

The air rushes in as the hatch lowers, and we walk side by side towards the opening. The plan is to jump out once the plane is low enough and enter the base on the north side, then quietly and quickly take out the enemy before we wipe the system in the control room. I do believe there’s a possibility of fire too.

I glance up at Steve. He’s standing still, his face focused and serious, no doubt going over the plan in his head again. To think I would have the privilege of working with him, and Bucky, like this… I feel like I’ve proven myself to… well, myself. And I never really thought that he would be standing here, so close to me. There’s so much I want to say, to tell him, but words can wait until another day. Right now we have a task to do.

I stare into the darkness, watching the tiny lights in the distance grow larger and larger. Good thing I’ve never been afraid of heights. 

Steve jumps first, then Bucky, and soon I follow suit. It’s a short, but exhilarating trip through the air before I hit the ground, tucking my body to do a front flip, and landing on my feet. Then I carefully fold the small parachute and stuff it back into the pouch, sending a quiet thanks to Stark and his nanotech.

Before I allow myself to be proud of my landing, I take a moment to make sure both Steve and Bucky are ok. They look like they’re just out for an evening stroll.  Steve adjusts his shield and gestures silently towards the base. A wordless ‘let’s go’, waiting for confirmation from us. Bucky rolls his shoulders, I nod. The snow on the ground muffles the sound of our steps as we slip undetected into the base.

Peeking around the corner of the nearest building, a shed or storage of some sort, Steve holds up three fingers, then points to the left. Guards. Not unexpected. We all know what to do. Bucky pulls himself up onto the roof. I can’t see him in the dark, but I know he’s positioning himself for an attack.

“Think you can get them to come a bit closer?” Steve whispers, so close to my ear that I can feel the warmth of his breath. A slight tremble ripples over my body, and the hair on the nape of my neck rises. Jeez! That man is going to be the death of me.

“Of course,” I reply confidently, trying hard to not give away that I was two seconds from sinking to my knees in front of him. Holding my head high, I saunter into the lamplight. “Hey, boys. What’s a girl gotta do to have some fun around here?”

Three heads snap up, and after a moment of confusion, they charge, momentarily forgetting the guns in their hands. I whip out my batons and power up the charge, but before I can do anything, Bucky lands on top of the biggest guy. I can hear the snap of the guard’s leg breaking from here; it sends chills down my spine. He groans and mutters something inaudible, but before he can finish his sentence, Bucky’s fist connects with his nose.

Steve whips around the corner, taking the other guards by surprise – at least if we go by the yelling and cursing. And so it begins. I have to keep myself from laughing with the adrenaline and thrill. I almost feel lightheaded as my energy rushes through me. The middle of my baton strikes the soldier’s shin, sending him to the ground. I leap on him, shoving my knee squarely in his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. Then I bring a baton round, activating the switch to send a jolt of electricity through his neck. He collapses down into the snow and twitches for a few seconds.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Steve land a solid blow to the jaw of one of the guards, making him drop like a sack of potatoes. I grant myself a small smile. He returns it when he sees me.

The base isn’t fully manned, but there are still enough soldiers to make me break out a sweat. They’re not very disciplined, though, throwing punches this way and that. Finally a bullet whizzes past, hitting the wall behind us with a bang, but before the shooter can even think about pulling the trigger again, Steve’s shield hits both him and the gun. A previously unseen soldier makes his way to pick it up, but Bucky beats him to it, and knocks him down before throwing the shield back to Steve. The way his shoulders roll with the catch sends a shiver down my spine and heat to my ears. I can only imagine how that would look without the suit. 

“Get a grip! You’re working!” I mutter to myself, shaking my head to clear my mind. But that moment of distraction rewards me a hard blow to the jaw. I stumble backwards and flex it. Nothing’s broken, but it’s gonna leave me with one hell of a bruise.

The idiot thinks he got the upper hand and stalks toward me brandishing a knife. I wink at him and swing around to kick him in the chest. He staggers, and with a swift movement I am on his shoulders, my thighs firmly pressing on his throat. A garbled laugh slips from his lips, and then finally his knife clatters to the ground. The gurgling stops, and he topples over. I roll off him, get to my feet and dust myself off, satisfied with my work.

The fight has died down, the ground is littered with dead or dying men. We take a moment to get control over the situation, to make sure there’s no one lying in wait for us. The area is clear. All soldiers and officers are accounted for.

“Nice save,” Bucky smirks. “I was wondering if you needed help.”

Steve smiles warmly. “She doesn’t. Never have.”

The heat in my ears spreads over my cheeks. Thank my lucky stars that I’m already flushed from the fight. It would be so typical to be betrayed by my rushing blood now, after denying myself the truth for so long. I swallow the giggle in my chest, but I can’t stop the stupid grin. “It’s a team effort,” I huff slightly out of breath, ignoring the embarrassment. “Wouldn’t have survived without you two here. You good?”

Nodding, Bucky pats my shoulder. “Yep. Going to have a few bruises in the morning, but nothing I can’t handle. You?”

“Mhm.” I grin. “We made a good team out there.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, wiping blood from his split lip. “We do make a good team.” He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times to continue, but apparently changes his mind. Instead, he looks to Bucky, and then back at me. His eyes widen, dropping the snow he used to wipe his hands clean.  “Oh, Jesus! Your face! You’re bleeding!”

Wiping my brow, I wave him off. “It’s nothing. The other guy is worse off. Uh, what’s next?” I ask, shifting the conversation to something else, even though I know the plan inside and out. Now that the fight is over, exhaustion rolls over me. I had almost forgotten the toll a mission like this takes. 

“Easiest part left,” Bucky replies, pushing his hair from his face. “Disable the system, and then we get to play with flames.” He grins like a kid that’s been let loose in a candy store. 

“Piece of cake, that. Let’s go so I can get home at take a nice, hot shower. Get all this gunk off of me.” I smack my lips and wipe a lump of something thick and gloopy from my neck. “Ew!”

“According to the map provided by SHIELD, the control room is located right next to the main gate. Follow me. I’d like to get home and take a shower too.” Steve takes off with light steps.

They’re a bit faster than me; I can’t really get my feet to follow. Not that that’s anything unusual. I haven’t got the stamina that the serum gives, so I always follow at my own pace. 

Breathing hard and with adrenaline fading, I lean on the wall for a bit. I just need a small break. Unlike Cap, I can’t do this all day. At least not without a little pause to catch my breath. My uneven breath.

Something feels off. There’s static in my earpiece and a weird rumbling in my mind. I shake to clear my head, but it only makes me dizzy.

When I push off the wall, I wince. The right side of my torso feels warm, too warm, and it aches; that dull ache that leaves an ominous echo in my mind. Looking down, I realise my jacket is torn, and when I touch the fabric, my fingers come away dark and sticky. Fuck!

Glancing up, I see Cap and Bucky pushing on, already almost out of sight, fully focused on the mission. No need to distract them. I’ll deal. We’ll meet at the rendezvous point later.

The zipper sounds harsh in my ears, ripping through the air like a chainsaw, revealing the extent of my predicament. There’s a deep gash running from my bellybutton to my ribs on the right hand side. Double-fuck!

Cold air caresses the wound, snowflakes dance in the dim light. It burns. I have to blink to keep my focus as nausea creeps up, making me even dizzier. My tongue feels thick and fuzzy. No way I’m walking away from this. Rubbing my eyes, I get a final glimpse of Steve rounding the corner and then he’s out of sight. I’m hit with a sudden pang of regret: I never got to tell him… anything.

Time seems to slow down. I suck in air to steel myself, but it stops at the top of my chest. My breath is ragged and shallow. Blood drips from my lips, and I wipe my mouth with heavy movements. 

Everything is so cold. My body weighs so much, making my knees buckle and give out. It’s a strange sensation; feeling both heavy and so light at the same time. Stumbling forward, I suddenly lose my balance. Luckily I manage to catch myself with my hands so I don’t faceplant on the ground. The snow cushions my fall a bit, but the impact still sends a shock through my body, and by the feel of it, my palms are as good as shredded. It doesn’t take long before my clothes are soaked, and soon my bones are frozen through.

When I open my eyes, the bright white has turned a dark, rich crimson. I feel sick. I always knew there were risks being involved in my line of work, but this isn’t how I imagined I’d go.

Every breath is laboured, every movement slow. My lungs convulse and drops of blood and spit flies everywhere. Some hit my cheek, and I recoil from the slap.

I try to push myself up again, but it’s no more than a feeble attempt, resulting in a silent groan and even deeper scrapes on my hands.

Thirty seconds pass at most, but it feels like an eternity. As I sit on my knees and hands, quiet stinging from the cold and the cuts on my knuckles mixes with the throbbing in my side. If only I could have one wish it would be to say goodbye.

There’s a whooshing of something in my ears, my vision is fading. A nothingness seeps in, cinching it to pinpricks in front of me. To my left I vaguely register movement, but I’m too far gone to really notice. I just want the pain to stop. 

My vision goes completely, and shortly after so does my hearing, Gravity takes over, and my head hits the snow with a heavy thud.

There’s a commotion nearby. Or at least I think there is. I’m slipping in and out of consciousness as I’m bleeding out. It’s hard to get at firm grip on anything at all.

There is no light. No sounds. I’m wrapped in a cocoon, like I’m swaddled tightly in a warm blanket. Time is syrup. Everything is so hazy. I’m not sure where I am, or even who I am. Or if I am at all. Just let me drift off to sleep.

I’m jolted and shaken, and the amount of noise around me weighs me down; beeping and muffled rumbling and sounds I can’t place. People whispering. There’s a bird singing somewhere… I think. My ears are buzzing. I try to open my eyes, but the light is so bright it hurts. A soft whimper escapes me, but I can’t speak. The voices get louder, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. It doesn’t take long before darkness consumes me.

A flare of blazing, white light flashes in front of my eyes. My back arches as a sharp pain shoot through my body. The savage scream that erupts from my mouth lingers in my throat, scratching and itching, biting at my consciousness, but the waves I’m riding pull me under again, and I don’t have enough strength to fight them.

Somewhere above my head I hear a frantic “No, no, no…” followed by a quieter “Fix it. Please.” There’s pressure on my shoulders. It’s warm. Pleasant. My head rolls to the side, and it’s dark again.

Someone’s calling my name. The voice is far away, but through the cotton in my ears the urgency is clear. I cannot answer. I don’t know where it’s coming from.

My eyes are crusty when I try to open them. I blink, and blink again. The light is harsh and it does nothing good for the growing headache that throbs in my temples. The room is unfamiliar with its light green walls and – I squint – colourful, abstract paintings. The air smells sharp, a little bitter, but clean. It stings in my nose.

There is… an attempt to sit up, but I’m pinned down by wires and tubes and my own lack of strength. The failed attempt tugs on the needle in my hand. Jesus that hurts! “Fuck!” The word comes out as a coarse croak, setting off a coughing firework befitting an old man.

“Hey, hey, hey… relax.” Light touch on my forehead, and then Steve’s face comes into focus. He looks tired, drawn. But he’s smiling, so I try my best to smile too. My lip cracks. “You scared us. It looked pretty sketchy for a moment.” When he moves closer, he reveals another person standing behind his back. I have to strain my eyes to focus, but after a second I see Bucky, looking so worried I’m tempted to get up to comfort him. 

I begin to speak, but that only starts another coughing fit. 

“Don’t. You’ve been… out for a long time. Here.” Steve pours a glass of lukewarm water and holds it to my lips. 

I drink greedily; I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so delicious. And it washes away the rawness in my throat. “Thank you.” It’s a mere whisper, but at least I can communicate.

Bucky moves to my other side. “You look like shit!” He laughs at my glare. “Really, though, it’s good to have you back, doll. If not, Steve might’ve gone on a rampage…” He chuckles, ducking to avoid Steve’s swat, and picks up the red button. “Let’s call the nurse, hm? Let them know you’re not dead?”

The nurse shoos them out of the room, but she has to use stern words before they reluctantly leave with promises that they’ll be back. 

Feeling my forehead, she gives me a quick smile. “Right, honey. Let’s make sure you’re okay, alright?” She’s a kind woman with light hands, making the testing and prodding and questions almost bearable. She has to take my blood, she says, nodding towards my hands resting on top of the blanket. I lift my left arm, and she fastens a rubber band around it. The smell of the alcohol wipe sticks to my nose like a horse fly. The wet is cold, and when the needle punctures my skin, it’s almost as if I can hear a crisp pop.

I’m used to needles, have no problems with blood work, but when it’s time to change the bandage on my stomach, I squirm in my bed. It hurts, and now that I’m awake, I really just want to fix it myself. 

“Listen,” she starts, using the same stern voice she did on the boys, “I apologise for being harsh, but you died! You’ve been cut open several times, your intestines had to be shoved back in and rearranged, your body is battered and bruised, and I’m amazed you didn’t have any broken bones. By all logic your skull should be cracked. You’re lucky all you got from the resuscitation were a few fractured ribs. We had to keep you in an induced coma for a week just to let your body rest.”

Coma? What? I look from her to the window, a deep furrow between my eyes. 

She laughs, and continue dressing my wound. “It’s okay to be a bit dazed. You’ve been beat up pretty bad. But you’re gonna be as good as new when we’re done with you.”

The next few days goes by at a snail’s pace. Sure, I’ve got plenty of visitors. Nat and Clint, Wanda, even Director Fury swings by one time. Bucky is here most days. So is Steve. He doesn’t leave my side unless he’s told to by the staff. I’m eternally grateful that I don’t have to be alone all the time.

My room is filled with flowers and balloons and get well cards. But I hate being this helpless. Everything hurts; moving, breathing, sleeping… The nurses are doing their job, and it’s a fine job, but I want to go home. I want to sleep in a soft bed with warm covers, with a pair of pyjamas that leaves a bit more to the imagination than the flimsy gown they’ve dressed me in. I miss my TV, my music… I miss the freedom to do as I please. And I’m not afraid to tell the nurses exactly that. 

“We’ll see,” is the only answer I get.

So my days are filled with physical therapy that leaves me sweaty and annoyed – damn, I hate that walker – chatting with whoever is there when I’m feeling up for it, and dozing when I get too tired. Night and day all kinda blend together. It’s difficult to keep track of time.

Whispers draws me out of my slumber.

“You’ve gotta tell her, Steve.”

“I know. But I can’t spring it on her like this. Let her recover first.”

“Fine. But tell her! Or I will!”

“Okay, okay! Shh… you’re waking her!”

I half wonder what that was all about, but I drift off before I can think to ask, and when I wake up again I can’t really tell dreams from reality, so I say nothing.

It’s been a week and a half since I woke up in the hospital bed, and I’m about to start climbing the walls. When Doctor Lloyd comes by on her daily visit I moan about staying again. 

“About that,” she says with a bright smile, giving me hope. “I was thinking it’s about time you get some fresh air.”

“Yes!” I mutter under my breath. Finally! A grin creeps over my lips, and I’m half a second from swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. 

“However –“ She interrupts, stopping me with a look. Her face is serious, but kind. “You can’t be on your own. Not yet.” Her voice full of sympathy. “If I am to discharge you from our care, you need someone who can look after you at home.”

My face and heart falls. “But –“

“Listen. I’m going to be honest with you. You have been through four surgeries, and you have a very long, very tough road of recovery ahead of you. If you’re good, and follow my advice, you’re looking at at least twelve weeks before your body is back to relatively normal. And you need minimum two more weeks without any physical exertion at all. No housework, no lifting, no stretching. You will need help. With everything. Do you have anyone you can call?”

I grimace, fighting the sudden pressure behind my eyes. My head is filled with I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to! Of course. I live alone, and she knows it. But I can’t stand the thought of staying in the hospital for a moment longer. I discreetly rub a finger to the corner of my eye, concealing it as removing some gunk, but I know that if I’m not careful, everyone in this room will watch me ugly cry.

There’s beeping in her pocket. She fishes out a small device, nods and walks to the door. “When I return, I’m going to need an answer.”

“Fuck!” I groan loudly when the door clicks behind her.

“What’s wrong?” Steve and Bucky quickly get to their feet.

I glance over at them, blinking away the remaining tears before they can see. They retreated to the far corner to give me some privacy while the doctor talked. “I’m stuck here for the next… god knows how long.”

They cross the room. Steve frowns. “But I thought you were supposed to go home soon.”

“Yeah, so did I. Or… I hoped,” I reply with a sigh. “But they won’t release me unless I have someone who can take care of me while I recover.” I think for a bit, shoulders slumping forward. “My sister lives on the other side of the world, and she’s too busy with work and the kids. Besides, she’s already taking care of Mum. She can’t be on her own with the dementia and all. So she can’t just drop everything and fly out.” Not that I particularly want her to. We’re not that close. It would just be awkward.

“Oh.”

Bucky stares pointedly at Steve, nodding almost imperceptibly towards me, like he’s finishing an argument they’ve had before. 

Steve clears his throat stiffly. “How about, uh, how about you come live with me while you recover?”

My stomach flips, and I’m pretty sure it’s not because of the injury. Looking away, I swallow hard. “I don’t want to burden you with that responsibility.”

“You could never be a burden.”

“But it’s twelve weeks. And I’m gonna be useless for at least two of them.” I’m not gonna lie. Staying with Steve sounds like an absolute dream right now. But chances are it would eat me up to be that close to him for so long.

“Don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it. Bucky and I were… discussing it earlier, since we figured you were going to need someone close by –“ He pauses. Rubs the back of his neck. “My apartment is big enough. Please, will you let me help you?”

Bucky smirks. “Yeah, please let him help you. Or else he might just go mad from the guilt.”

Guilt? Confused, I’m about to ask, but then I see Steve’s face, scrunched up like a puppy, mirroring Bucky’s, making me laugh. I shrink from the pain that follows. “Fine. You can help. Just don’t make me laugh.” I make a point of looking inconvenienced, but secretly, gratitude washes over me. If it has to be anyone, I’m glad it’s Steve.

“Good. That’s settled. Thank you.” Steve steps out of the room to make some arrangements, leaving me pondering the guilt comment.

“Bucky?” I shift a bit in the bed to look him in the eyes.

“Yes?” 

“What did you mean that he feels guilty?” 

He looks down for a moment, a grimace flits across his features. “Well, to tell you the truth, we both feel guilty. We just left you, didn’t even check if you were okay –“ He grips the metal railing on the bed, and I can see his face tighten.

“You asked,” I reply, patting his hand. “And I said I were. No reason for you to think otherwise.” They should absolutely not feel guilty. And the way I’m floating with relief and joy from getting out, there is no way I’m letting them feel bad!  

“Yeah, but we should have been with you. You died! You should’ve seen h…” He stops himself. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re here, and you’re gonna be okay, and Steve is happy to take care of you.”

There it is again, a small flash of something. But what? Steve would be happy to… My chest tightens, it feels like I’m going to implode. Just as I’m about ask Bucky what that means, Steve comes back. 

“Sorry about that,” he smiles, sliding his phone back in his pocket. “Had to make a few phone calls. Suppose you need some things from your own apartment. Natasha said she’d be more than happy to go over and pack a suitcase for you. And Fury needed to know where to find you should something happen.”

I look at him, bask in his happy smile. Oh yeah, I’m definitely gonna struggle for the next weeks. “You sure it’s okay?” I have to ask, have to know that it’s not just because I was upset or because of guilt.

Bucky and Steve react in unison. Arched eyebrows, annoyed smiles, and exhaling through their noses. “Yes.” And that’s the end of the discussion. Don’t think I’d be able to argue more even if I wanted to. 

Three hours later I’m wheeled out of the front door and over to a waiting car. Bucky tosses a bag with the few possessions I had while admitted into the boot while Steve helps me into the back seat, making sure I’m comfortable before climbing in on the other side. 

Bucky gives us a mock salute, then winks at me. “I’ll see ya later. And please wait a week before you kill him, won’t you?” He shuts the door, and heads over to his motorbike.

“Let’s go,” Steve laughs, shaking his head and gesturing to the driver. “Let’s go home.”

Steve insists on carrying me from the car, and though I protest, I can’t deny that I’m enjoying it quite a bit more than I should. 

He sets me down on the kitchen counter and begins looking through the cupboards. “You hungry? Bet you want something other than hospital food. I haven’t been able to go shopping for a while, but there should be enough to fill you up for now. I’ll call in a few favours, so you don’t have to be alone, okay?”

I start swaying. My muscles aren’t strong enough to sit upright without support yet, but it’s fascinating to watch Steve being so natural in a domestic situation that I don’t say anything, just bite down the struggle. Until I almost wobble off the counter, and knock a small knife to the floor. 

“Oh shit! I didn’t think… you shouldn’t be sitting without a back rest. You’re probably exhausted too.” It isn’t a question at all. 

I wave him off. “Don’t worry about it. But I am tired. Maybe I should just take a teensy nap or something.” The sofa is looking very tempting right now.

“Of course. You sleep. I’ll make us something to eat and come wake you after it’s done.”

“You sure? I mean, I could help with –“

“No. No, you’re not helping me with anything,” he interrupts, dropping the bread so he can pick me up. 

I feel like I don’t weigh a thing, floating through the air, securely enveloped by strong arms. Don’t think I’ll ever get used to feeling his arms around me, and I tuck it away in my mind to remember a rainy day. I almost forget to protest when he passes the sofa, but he just laughs. The rumble from his chest vibrates through me, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stay appropriate.

He nudges the door to the bedroom open with his foot and walks sideways through. When he lets go of me, I sink into the mattress. It feels like a cloud after the hospital bed. Steve glances around the room. “Sorry about the mess. I didn’t have the time to do anything special in here. Just let me put away the clothes –“ He quickly scrunches up a couple of t-shirts and shoves them into a hamper in the corner.

“What, is this… Is this your room? But… where are you gonna – don’t tell me you’re gonna sleep on the sofa! Nope!” It’s out of the question to kick him out of his own bed, and I wriggle to get out of it again.

“Relax.” He looks at me and smiles sheepishly, lifting my leg up again and tucking the blanket tightly around me. “That isn’t my bed. Well, technically it is, but that’s besides the point. It’s not the one I sleep on. Never really gotten used to a normal, civilian mattress, so I usually sleep on a field cot… And I was thinking… So I can be close by in case you need anything, I’ll just sleep on that.” He points to the floor on the other side of the bed. Tucked into the other corner is a mattress, neatly done with folded sheets and everything.

I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head a little bit. “This is awfully well planned out, Captain, considering we made this deal just today. I didn’t even know I would be released until this morning…” I try to sound tough and serious, but I can’t quite hide the twinkle in my voice. Trust Steve to have a plan. Even for this.

He actually blushes, and looks away as he answers. “Uh, well, you see… Bucky – and I – thought it might come to something like this, so I got it a couple of days ago. Besides, I’ve been meaning to get a proper bed for ages. And now I had a good reason.”

“You’re a couple of sneaks, the both of you,” I grin. My chest leaps with the thought of him going through all that hassle just in case I needed a place to stay. “But thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says gruffly. He clicks off the light and glances over his shoulder. “I’ll leave it ajar so I hear you if you need anything.”

I haven’t slept this well in… forever, I think. The bed is perfect, and there’s just something about the room; the light coming from under the door, the scent, whatever it is, that makes me feel safe. 

Steve wakes me a little while later, a tray in hand. “Figured you wanted to be comfortable while eating. And when you’re done, you can sleep a bit more. It’ll be good for you.”

It’s dark when I wake up again. My head hurts, and my mouth is bone dry. A glass of water. That’s what I need. The kitchen isn’t that far, so I roll over on my side and slide my feet to the floor. But I can’t seem to get my abs to follow instructions. Instead I sorta hang over the edge like a slug, unable to get up or down. “Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter, wriggling to get into a better position. But the more I try, the more I twist, and the strain stabs and stings my side.

“What’s going on?” Steve’s voice is groggy with sleep. He sits up so I can see his head over the edge of the bed. Even upside down it looks confused.

“I just wanted to get a glass of water.”

“And you decided that you’d do that yourself. On the first night out of hospital, despite the doctor’s orders to not do anything physical at all?”

I give him my best puppy eyes. “Yes?”

“What am I going to do with you?” he sighs, helping me back under the covers. After propping me up with pillows and checking on my side to make sure nothing is ripped, he fetches a glass of water. When he comes back, he gives me an exasperated smirk. “Next time, just wake me, okay?”

My stomach drops when I see how tired he looks. “I’m sorry,” I start, feeling like this whole situation could have been avoided if only I had paid more attention.

He cuts me off. “Don’t. You don’t have anything to apologise for.”

“Sor–“

He shuts me up with a finger on my lips and a soft shh. “Go back to sleep. You need the rest.”

***

“I think I’ll manage from here,” I say when I’m safely down on the little chair in front of the sink. We decided on using the office chair, since that can spin, and it has wheels, so it’s easier for me to access what I need around the bathroom. Steve has already brought me washcloths, towels and soap, and I’ll spare him the horror of giving me a sponge bath, since I’m not ready for a shower just yet.

“If you’re sure,” he replies. “I’ll be right here if you need me,” he adds when he closes the door.

Washing away the hospital smell that sticks to my face feels amazing. The water is warm, and the cloth is soft. I sigh with contentment as I let it linger over my eyes. 

I pat my face dry and move on to get out of the sweater I’m wearing. Ow! Each time I try to lift my arms and pull it over my head, my stitches sting. After three attempts and lots of quiet swearing, I’m stuck. “Um, Steve?” I call, trying to sound calm, but the burn in my side is concerning. “A little help, please?”

From my limited vision through the fabric I see his head in the mirror, poking through the door, looking increasingly worried, but with a crooked smile on his lips. “Jeez. How did you do that. Here.” He averts his eyes like the perfect gentleman he is when he frees me from my sweater, but he tuts at my stupidity and refusal to do as the doctor instructed. 

I hesitate for a second. “Um... think you can help me unhook my bra too?”

With minimal fumbling, he does as I ask, and before I can say anything else, he wrings a wet cloth and starts washing my back for me. I can’t do anything but close my eyes and breathe as he quietly fusses over my cuts and bruises, before leaving alone to finish cleaning myself. When he returns ten minutes later, I’ve turned into a towel burrito. 

“I figured you needed something to wear, and the clothes Natasha packed didn’t look very comfortable.” He looks down on his hands and then back at me; he’s holding an oversized zipper hoodie and sweatpants.

“Thanks. Those will do.” The fabric is soft, like feathers against my skin. “I’ll be right out.”

“Good,” he replies and leaves me alone again.

A couple of minutes and a good deal of fumbling later, I’ve managed to get into the sweater. Sure, it took time, and sure it was a bit painful, but over all I’m happy with my effort. But it’s another situation altogether with the sweatpants. I just can’t lift my feet high enough to step into them while holding them, and when I drop them to the floor, I can step into them, but I can’t bend down to pull them up. Shit.

Wrapping the towel around my waist, I call for Steve again. “Help?” I squeak, gesturing to the grey bundle on the floor, ignoring the rising heat on my neck. I hadn’t thought of this; that I actually need help getting dressed. For some reason I’m not that embarrassed, really, more disappointed that I have to be that kind of a burden. If we’re going to make this work, I can’t let my pride get in the way.

“Oh.” He watches me intently from the doorway.

“Yeah.” I give him a flat smile. “I think I can get out of my clothes on my own. At least mostly,” I add when I notice the arched eyebrow and crooked smile on his face. “The zipper hoodie works, so that’s good. But… this movement,” I mime pulling up the sweatpants, “hurts. I can’t bend properly, so…”

“It’s what I’m here for,” he says, before quickly adding “to help.” He kneels in front of me and guides first one, then the other foot into the sweatpants, while I hang onto his shoulders for dear life, and he looks away while pulling them up. Only when they’re safely tied and hanging, do I drop the towel. 

I want to thank him, but no sounds come when I open my mouth. So I settle on a smile and a nod, though that is wildly insufficient.

“Sit,” he orders, but his voice is mild, and once I’m down again, he turns the chair around so my back is towards the sink. 

You would think that Steve has done all this before. He knows precisely what he needs to do, and he’s the gentlest being on the earth in this moment, tenderly lowering my head into the sink and making sure I’m comfortable and that the chair doesn’t roll away, all while silently asking me if it’s okay.

“Mhm.” I close my eyes, savouring the sensation of warm, running water over my scalp. Then he begins to massage, and I melt into the chair. An obscene noise rises in my throat, but I swallow thickly, settling for a quiet hum instead. I can get used to this.

The last of the hospital sweat swirls down the drain, replaced by the clean smell of shampoo. That it’s Steve doing it is just icing on the cake. Now, if just that stupid sting in my side could disappear too, my life would be perfect.

With my hair wrapped in a new towel, he picks me up and carries me to the living room. I’m pretty sure I could walk if I wanted, but what’s life without a little exploitation of the situation?

It quickly becomes a routine, him helping me with the things I can’t do, carrying me from room to room. Picking stuff up from the floor when I drop it, making food when I’m hungry… And my heart swells for every kind gesture. I feel like I’m about to explode.

My strength and pain fluctuate over the weeks. Some days I’m ready to take on the world, and Steve has to remind me that I still have a long way to go, others I can hardly get out of bed, but my recovery is definitely moving forward. Before long I can even sit up without support for more than a couple of minutes at a time.

***

The tape tugs on my skin, and I’m glad I only have to change the bandage every other day. I hiss as I pull on it, but I just can’t get myself to rip it off quickly today. Taking a deep breath, I change my grip and try again, but no luck.

“You decent?” Steve’s voice floats through the door, and moments later, his head pops in.

“Yeah,” I answer, not even looking up to see that he’s already in the room.

He gently pushes my hands out of the way. “Let me,” he says, soothing over the red skin where I’ve already managed to remove the tape. His eyes lock with mine, and he gives me a quick smile. “I’ll count to three, then pull, okay?”

I nod and breathe in, then out again. 

“One, two –“ He pulls. 

I let out a loud yelp. “Oh, you fucker!” 

“There you go. Good girl.”

My mind blanks. Did he really…? I hold my breath for a few seconds in fear of making some sound I’ll regret later. Through my haze I barely recognise that the new bandage is already on, and he’s pulling down my sweater. Just before he lets go, his fingers lightly brush over my skin, making my heart flutter like a hummingbird. I’m gonna need a month to recover after this.

He moves to pick me up again, but I want to do it myself. No, I need to do it myself. “I can walk.” I think. My legs suddenly feel so very weak, and when I try to get up, I just can’t.

Instead of commenting, he offers his arm, and practically pulls me to my feet while supporting my back. He’s right there when I take the first, unsteady steps on my own since the fight. I both miss the walker I had in the hospital and don’t, but I know that if I need to, I can always grab onto Steve. Or in the worst case, he’ll lift me up and carry me into the living room.

“So. What do you want to do today?” he asks as we slowly make our way towards the sofa.

“I don’t know. Not much I can do.” I’m not used to sitting still. “How about we just watch TV for now – well, I can watch, if you have other things you want to do.” Please stay with me.

“No, that sounds good.” He brings out a small notebook and a pen. “I have a lot of catching up to do. What do you wanna watch?”

Later that evening, Bucky comes traipsing in with his hands so full of bags that they’re stacked all the way to his elbows. “Food delivery,” he announces loudly, dropping the bags on the floor for Steve to put away. “How’s my favourite patient?” he grins, turning to me.

“Can’t complain. Steve’s being an angel nurse.”

“Good, good.” He’s already on his way out again. “I slipped in a chocolate for you in case you can’t take it anymore,” he adds, pointing to Steve with an exaggerated grimace.

“Thanks. You’re not staying?”

“Nah. Got a mission coming up. And Steve, remember: I’m not your personal DoorDasher.”

Steve laughs and follows him to the door. They remain standing, talking for a bit – whispering so I can’t hear them, but there’s an urgency to underneath their voices. I wonder if Steve was supposed to go on this mission too. A pang of guilt punches me in the gut. Bucky better come back in one piece.

“Be safe,” I say, swallowing hard.

“Don’t worry about me,” he replies and closes the door behind him. Steve busies himself with the groceries.

“What kind of mission?” I ask when he finally sits down again.

“Huh?”

I frown. “Bucky. What was the mission?”

“Oh, didn’t ask. Sorry.”

Despite being so curious that I’m about to burst, I don’t ask again. I’m not privy to all communication between SHIELD and their agents.

***

Steve is gone. He’s been gone for a couple of hours. Think he had to run to the store or something, but I couldn’t go with him. Which is okay, I guess. So I’m lying on the sofa, tapping my fingers, trying to count to 500 backwards. It’s something to do, to keep the boredom at bay. Every day feels like the days I stayed with my grandparents when I was little. You know; constantly a little bored, because you don’t have access to all your toys? But also excited, because you’re on holiday and it’s kinda new and regular routines don’t apply? Quiet days passing slowly, but pleasantly. There’s a kind sort of nostalgia to the whole thing.

Here I don’t have my books or stuff, and though I can always go get some, it’s not the same, because there’s nothing like that feeling of just browsing, picking up the one that piques your interest at that moment… I do have my music, though. It’s on my phone, and that is wonderful. But I miss my record player, and listening to digital music through headphones doesn’t quite give the same experience. On the other hand: I get to spend every day with Steve, and now that I don’t fall asleep from exhaustion every hour, I can actually enjoy it.

When Steve comes back, carrying bags and looking so deliciously domestic that I can’t do anything but sink into the sofa to hide my reaction, I breathe a sigh of relief. Weirdly enough, being alone has started to make me uneasy.

“Welcome home,” I splutter, trying to conceal the sound as a yawn. Outside the sun is setting, sending long, peachy rays that spreads over the walls. If I’m lucky, the colour in my face can be explained away. Not sure he’s fooled.

He gives me a wide smile and brings me a bottle of soda. “Thanks. What do you say we order dinner today? I couldn’t decide what I wanted when I was at the shop, so I just picked something. And now I don’t really feel like making lasagna at all.”

“I’m always up for takeaway. Did you have anything in mind?”

“How about…” he thinks for a bit. “Thai? Form that restaurant down by the square?”

“Absolutely!” He asked me one of the first days what my favourite food was, and I just said the first thing that popped into my head, being too preoccupied with the sight of his shirt straining over his shoulders, but it’s sweet of him to remember. And I do really like Thai food, so it’s a win-win.

Two hours later we’re both full, content, and comfortably seated in the sofa. We’ve made it a habit for me to lie with my head in his lap. That way I can rest, and I don’t have to twist or move in case I get tired. If this is the only good thing that comes from this situation, I will be happy.

He absentmindedly strokes my hair, watching the clouds floating by outside the window. “You wanna watch a movie today?”

“Sure.” I’d go to the end of the world with him if he asked me. I’m not ashamed to admit it. “What do you want to watch?”

“So, I’ve been meaning to… You know I’ve got my list – gotta try to update myself – ”

“Get with the times,” I offer with a smirk, looking up into his face.

“So to speak. There’s a lot of things I missed, you know, when… anyways, I thought maybe we could watch Fellowship of the Ring? I’ve heard a lot of good things about it, and it’s been on my list for a while, ‘cause I really liked the books.”

“I’d love to. It’s one of my favourites.” The prospect of watching Lord of the Rings with Steve makes me warm and fuzzy. 

Somewhere around Weathertop my head starts feeling heavier, and before Arwen has breathed out “What’s this, a ranger caught off his guard?” sleep overtakes me. 

It’s dark outside when I wake up. The light from the tv screen is too bright, illuminating Steve’s peaceful face when I look up. He’s deeply entrenched in what I recognise as scenes from Helm’s Deep, a serene smile on his face. His hand rests on my waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I feel an intense urge to reach up and kiss him, but I don’t. Instead, I hum and stretch and rub my eyes.

He looks down. “Hey.” It’s merely a breath. “I didn’t want to wake you up, you looked so comfortable.”

You have no idea. “How many orcs has Gimli killed yet?” I want to tell him, I should tell him. But I don’t know how. And definitely not now. Not when I’m like this. I don’t want to come across as a smitten patient who has a crush on her carer. Not when this is so much more. Damn! I’m in too deep. This is going to be torture! 

Steve chuckles and glances up at the tv again. “Seventeen?”

There is something in his eyes, I can’t decipher it, and instead of trying, I shift my attention back to the film, muttering “Hado i philinn,” simultaneously  with Aragorn, and lose myself in Middle Earth for a couple of hours.

***

The brush glides through my hair, followed by a gentle hand. Careful movements, every one calculated to do the least amount of damage. It’s a secret dance that we’ve been rehearsing for the last couple of weeks, and I’m sad to see it end. 

On the surface, my wound has healed. I can move a lot easier, stretch my torso, twist around. Yes, I still get tired quickly, and I still can’t stand for long amounts of time, but it’s time I take over my own bedtime routine.

I close my eyes, savour his touch, his fingers in my hair… It’s more than I had ever dreamt of. As I exhale, a tiny whimper follows. Steve stops immediately. Oh no!

He lets go and lean down to get a look at my face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Was it too rough?”

Shit. How do I explain away this one? I can’t. I shake my head and take a deep breath. Inside me every emotion swirls together like a tempest. “No, Steve. You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, you do everything right. The thing is…” I pause, watching his face fall.

“Oh.” He gets to his feet and starts to walk away, still with the brush in his hand. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

Not thinking, I reach for his hand. I try to pull him back, but I’m not strong enough yet. The movement shoots daggers through my stomach, but it’s easy to ignore it.  “Wait.” The word is small and weak, but important. “Let me finish, please.” Then you can leave, if you need to, I add in my head.

He turns back, watching me with wary eyes. 

I weigh my words. If I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do this right. “The thing is…” I repeat, then clam up again. Come on! You can do this! I clear my throat. “Steve… I love you.”

His jaw drops, as does the hairbrush. It clatters to the floor, but I don’t think he notices. Blinking stupidly, he just stands there like an idiot. If I weren’t so nervous, I’d laugh.

“I have for a long time,” I continue quickly, afraid I’m gonna lose my momentum. “But I was afraid to say something, because I don’t want you to think I’m crushing because you’re kind to me and take care of me, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship, or the team. I didn’t want to make it awkward, but now that I’ve spent so long with you, I just forgot for a moment, that I’m supposed to be normal, that we’re not…” I trail off, want to finish with together, but I can’t bring myself to it. Is he reacting? His face tells me nothing. Crap. I’ve fucked it up. “Steve, say something? Please?”

He shakes his head. “Uh. Sorry. I just… I’m…” A gentle smile. “I was going insane, trying to figure out how to tell you – how you make me feel. That I haven’t felt like this since I don’t remember when… And then you beat me to it. I could kiss you. Can I kiss you?”

“Uh-huh.” This time it’s my turn to blink stupidly, but it takes me less time to recover. “Yes. Please!” 

I stretch up to meet him halfway, ignoring the doctor’s orders, and throw my arms around him. The distance between us closes and we pause, just for a moment, to drink in the sensation. Both of us smile into the kiss as we melt together, electricity sparking between us, leaping over the skin, tingling in the hottest, darkest depths of our minds. 

When he finally draws back, my breath is heavy. I’m not quite sure where I am, but I’m definitely not complaining. Instead, I pull him back to me, and he follows, hungrily, to kiss me again.

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Super Bowl Sunday (Romanogers Version)

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The whistle blows, sealing their win. But even as the confetti rains down from above in a plethora of colors and his teammates erupt in elation all around him – jumping and high-fiving and joyfully screaming over the blaring music – Steve can’t help but steal a glance at the scoreboard just to be sure.

Avengers 21-14 Guardians FINAL

They had truly done it. Against the odds, their team had pushed through a season littered with injuries and shock, last-minute trades. He takes his helmet off, his lips curling up in a smile as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“How does it feel to be a three-time Super Bowl Champion, Cap?”

He turns to see that Maria Hill, the lead anchor from SHIELD Sports, has made her way to him. She holds a microphone up as the rest of her camera crew and the Avengers’ PR team crowd around them. Impressing a seasoned veteran like Maria is no easy feat, but even he can see the touch of awe in her expression, and his pride swells just in the slightest. He chuckles, his shoulders lifting in a shrug as he contemplates her question.

He recalls the first time he had won as though it was just yesterday. The adrenaline that had lingered in his veins long after the whistle had blown and he had gotten his hands on the Lombardi. The satisfaction of having conquered his life-long dream was euphoric. The thirst to feel this high once again immediate. In that moment, all the sacrifices he had made from the grueling workouts to the missed Holidays with his family – they were all worth it.

His second win was further sweetened by the vindication. Of having proven to the media and the pundits and every person that doubted his return from injury that they were wrong. Bringing the trophy home for the Avengers was his way of repaying the fans for their continued belief in what he still had to offer and the team for standing by him after the circus that his personal life had thrown them into. Above all, though, his second ring was another means for him to show Natasha how much he valued every risk she had taken for him – for them – and for this beautiful life that they now shared.

But this time… This time feels disparate. It’s no less sweet by any means. When there are footballers who could only dream of winning the Super Bowl once, much less three times, he knows what a privilege it is for him to be standing here, victorious, at this very moment. And it’s not as though this time is any less hard-fought or miraculous as the others. In more ways than one, getting here has been harder than it’s ever been. Even so, there’s something distinct about this particular win that he can’t quite put a finger on, so he tells Maria the one thing he does know for certain.

“I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet,” he says, earning a laugh from Maria and the crowd around them. “But what I do know is that I’m so proud of this team. Every single person played their hearts out tonight and gave their absolute everything. They deserve this.”

“As do you, their fearless leader.”

“They make my job easy, that’s for sure,” he says with a grin.

“To that we can agree,” Maria says. “Let’s talk about the fans then. Any message for them?”

“Oh, definitely-”

“Daddy!”

Even in the midst of the pandemonium surrounding him, the voice is one he could pick out anywhere. Years of media training had honed his ability to tune out the loudest of distractions especially when he’s right smack in the middle of a televised interview, but not this one. He could never ignore this one.

He turns towards the sound, and he feels his face threatening to split in half with how wide his smile grows when he sees Nadia making her way towards him, her pigtails swinging from side to side as she runs as fast as her little legs will take her. Bucky is a half a step ahead, his teammate clearing a path for his daughter in the melee. Natasha lingers a few paces behind them, carrying Brady as Pietro dutifully flanks her. His eyes meet Natasha’s for the briefest of moments, and they share a smile before he crouches down, opening his arms out wide.

“There’s my girl!” he says as he scoops Nadia into his arms and rises to his feet.

“You win, Daddy!” Nadia exclaims, beaming from ear to ear. “I so proud of you!”

There’s a chorus of aww around them, but he can’t focus on anything other than how his heart feels too big for his chest right now. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, making Nadia squeal when he nuzzles her cheek. And, as if sensing her presence, he shifts Nadia against one hip so he can use his other hand to pull Natasha into his side just as she comes to stand next to him. His smile widens as he looks down at her and their son, who’s still somehow sleeping soundly against her chest. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” Natasha greets before smiling. “Congratulations, Cap.”

“Thank you,” he says, leaning down for a kiss. There’s a smirk on her lips when they pull away. “You’re about to say something about how sweaty I am, aren’t you?”

“More like how you might be forgetting something,” she deadpans, nodding towards the cameras when his brow furrows in confusion.

His eyes widen. “Oh, right,” he says, earning a laugh from everyone as he turns back towards Maria. “The fans. I mean, what else is there to say but thank you? Thank you for the support and the belief you gave this team.” He shakes his head. “I’m sure I speak for the entire team when I say that your support has powered us through the most difficult of challenges this season and it’s the reason why we did whatever it takes to get to this final game. We hope you enjoy this one!”

Maria nods before a playfully sly grin makes its way to her face as she adds, “And maybe start preparing for the next?”

Despite the chuckle that falls from his lips, Maria’s question gives him pause. Regardless of the season’s results, his response to this very question has been the same for as long as he can remember – a resounding hell yes! and a call for their fans to lock in for what’s to come. This time, though, he finds himself only pulling Natasha closer just as Nadia rests her head against his shoulder.

“Let’s celebrate this one first,” he says finally, and from the corner of his eye, he catches the way Natasha’s head suddenly whips towards him.

“You heard the Captain’s orders,” Maria says into the mic before nodding at him. “Thanks, Steve. Enjoy the rest of the celebrations.”

“Thanks, Maria.”

With a final smile at Maria and her crew, he drapes an arm around Natasha, leading her in the direction of the sideline. It’s when they make it out of earshot of the reporters that Natasha places a hand on his elbow, stopping him in his tracks. He knows he’s good enough to convince Maria and the rest of the country that there’s nothing more to his response other than him wanting to live in the moment. But he can’t fool his wife. And as she looks up at him now, a million and one questions swirling in her eyes, he knows without a doubt that she understands the implication of his words. She sighs. “Steve-”

A soft whimper interrupts her, and they both look down to where Brady is situated against her chest to see their son stirring awake. Natasha smiles when his eyes flutter open. “Hey, you,” she coos, lifting Brady out of his carrier. “Look who finally decided to join the party.”

Brady blinks up at her before looking around, his eyes settling on him. “Dada win?”

“Hey, Bud,” he says, moving to take Brady from Natasha’s arms. “Yes, dada won.” Brady gives him a little clap, and with a chuckle, he dusts a kiss to the little boy’s temple before doing the same to Nadia, who’s still busy taking in the lively scenery around her. He pulls both kids closer to him, reveling in the joy of just having them in his arms before letting out a contented sigh. He’s held many titles in his life from Rookie of the Year to MVP. None of them could quite hold a candle to his favorite – Dad.

When he looks back at Natasha, he finds that her expression has softened to one of pure admiration for the scene before her. “Later, okay?” he says, because yes, while he had seemingly made his mind up in a single moment of clarity, this is a discussion they need to make as a family. And they would, just not right at this moment. “We’ll talk later.”

She holds his gaze for a second longer before nodding. “Okay.”

“Get in here,” he says, smiling when Natasha just shakes her head fondly before wrapping her arms tightly around them. “Oh, I love you guys so much.”

“We love you too, Daddy,” Nadia says. “But can we get Icees now?”

He and Natasha share an amused glance, and as he looks back at Nadia, he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing when he sees his daughter staring patiently at him, waiting for a response. “Yes, baby girl,” he says with a chuckle. “We can get Icees now.”

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Company Picnic

Steve Rogers x Reader

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Warning: Just some fluff and a kiss

A/N: Here is the third part of the earpiece series.

The sun is high in the sky and not a single cloud is present to ruin the day. It happens every year since Shield was dismantled and the Avenger’s Initiative started. The company picnic was a great way to boost morale and work on team building exercises. This year it was a bit different, because you were dating Steve but you hadn’t made it official yet. Of course there were rumors but you were both enjoying the relationship quietly. The moment it was made public you knew both women and men would be either trying to become your friend to get closer to the team or pushing you aside. Steve was also worried that once it was known that you were his girl your safety would be compromised. Although you’d only been dating for about two months he had made it clear that he cared for you and your well being above all else. 

So on a day like today where you would normally be all over each other you were keeping your distance. Even though it was killing you to not be able to be as close to him as you wanted to. It didn’t stop Steve from finding you in the crowd and sending a wink your way every now and again along with a smirk. You were ready to walk over there and kiss that smirk right off his face. But the day went on and you went off with your friends to do one of the many activities that had been planned for the day. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

2 o’clock rolls around and the very anticipated baseball game is going to start. It was the most exciting part of the day. Tony and Steve were the team captains, obviously, and they would be choosing their teams. Everyone that wanted to play reported to the designated field and stood in a line. One by one Steve and Tony started picking their teams. They were down to their last one when Steve noticed you were waiting to play. You sent him a look that said ‘you better pick me or else’, so he did. 

Your team consisted of Steve, Bucky, Sam and some employees from accounting, other agents and you. Tony’s team had Nat, Clint, Rhodey and a few other employees. With both teams ready everyone took their place and the game started. 

The game has everyone on the edge of their seats. The crowd is divided on Team Cap or Team iron man and they’ve made a show of cheering their heads off. There’s still no one in the lead as it goes back and forth between the teams. The game is charged with electricity as the game comes to a close. You’re last up to bat and the game has already lasted longer than necessary with all the superhumans running around. 

The crowd cheers as you stand and grab a bat. 

“Alright honey, just do the best you can. The last time you were up to bat you were great.” Steve says as he watches you roll your shoulders to loosen up a bit. 

“Don’t worry about it, handsome. We are definitely winning this game.” 

You walk to your place at the home plate. As a bit of a joke you lift your bat and point up and out toward the field to signal the direction in which you would be hitting the ball.

“Go get’em Babe Ruth.” Bucky shouted from the bench.

“Emphasis on the Babe.” You shout back and turn your attention to Clint, the pitcher.

He looks at you for a moment and then takes his stance and throws the ball. Like thunder cracking in the sky you hit the ball. The baseball bat splinters as you toss it to the side and start running to first base. The crowd cheers as Sam runs to home and then one of your other teammates does the same. You rush from first to second base and then to third. From third base to the home plate though instead of running you start to strut like you were on a catwalk and not a company picnic baseball game. 

Halfway down you spin and sway your hips and smile. When you finally make it to the home plate you strike a pose before Bucky and Sam are lifting you in the air as they cheer you on. As everyone continues to celebrate, the guys put you back down. In the heat of the moment, when Steve steps up to you with that boyish smile, you grab him by his shirt and pull him down so that your lips can finally meet his. Steve’s hands are on your waist pulling you closer. Quickly your brain catches up with what you’re doing but by then it’s too late. Everyone now knows.

“It’s about time, Capsicle. I thought I was going to have to build you a girlfriend.” Tony shouts while others whoop and holler. 

“Well that’s one way to let everyone know we’re together.”

“I’m sorry. But to be fair you have been teasing me all day, so really it’s all your fault.” You say, leaving no room for disagreement. Steve shrugs and then dips his head to kiss you again. He smiles against your lips.

~~~~~~~~

Night settled over the fields quickly. Everyone had calmed down and were just enjoying each other’s company. Since your impromptu reveal during the game you and Steve have been inseparable. Your hand in his, his arm around your waist. There was a mixture of approval and jealousy in the crowd but you couldn’t care less. Tony gave some speech about the day having been a success and what not before he started the fireworks show over the park. 

Steve had spread a blanket on the grass and you sat right between his legs. Your back pressed against his chest while he held you. It was the perfect end to a perfect day and now you didn’t have to hide that you were falling madly in love with the sweetest, selfless and kindest person you’ve ever met. 

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[dangertoozmanykids101]

Toozmanykids Writing Prompt

OMG. I am laughing so hard that I don't even remember why I opened YouTube this morning in the first place. This John Mulaney short automatically started playing and immediately I knew it had to be a Writing Prompt for today. Right??? At least a drabble?

Here. I'll start.

Unfortunately, no smut. It was going to be quick and funny quips at each other, yet I don't think it turned out that way by the time I got done. BUT AT LEAST THIS PROMPT GOT ME WRITING! RIGHT? Now it's your turn, y'all!

SUMMARY: No smut. Just Avengers getting on each other's nerves. Not as funny as it should've been. Damnit.

No warnings.

Word count: 730

Do you believe in ghosts?

The Quinjet had been circling for hours a ways off shore, low to the water to avoid detection, while two dozen of Tony's surveillance drones quietly searched miles of coastline for the mission's target. Four friendly neighborhood Avengers waited patientły impatiently aboard, going stir crazy quicker than anyone would admit.

The silence was thick and tense, but far more preferable to the alternative.

"Hey Mr. Stark—"

"Don't. Just don't," Tony cut off the eager new Avenger. The other two passengers groaned at the sound of Peter's voice. Again.

"But—"

"I swear if you ask me one more 'Would You Rather...?' question, I will rip Charlotte's Web right out of your insides, wrap you up into a perfect spider snack, and feed you to that starving pig."

"Geezus, Tony. Wilbur would never have eaten Charlotte," Natasha pretended to placate Tony, not even attempting to hide her smirk.

"No. No. It's not another 'Would You Rather...?' question, I promise. I got that message loud and clear the second time Miss Romanoff held a blade to my throat." Peter's hand travelled up to his throat while his other waved at Tony in surrender.

Natasha gave Peter a tiny wink when he glanced over his shoulder and offered her a sheepish and awkward smile.

"I told you, she doesn't joke when she's holding a knife," Tony cautioned again.

"Yes, she does! All the time."

"The kid's right, Tony," Natasha admitted. "I prefer to stay unpredictable."

"So Mr. Stark," Peter quickly changed the subject, still gently rubbing his neck. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Of course I do," Tony answered without hesitation or even a glance away from the computer screen.

"Seriously? Even after all we've seen?" Peter moved forward, leaning closer to Tony.

Natasha spun her chair to face Tony and gave him her full attention as well. "Yeah, Tony. Seriously?"

"Especially after all we've seen. I'm surprised at you two. How can you not?"

"Have you ever seen a ghost, Mr. Stark?"

"That's a ridiculous question," still not looking away from his computer screen.

"Why is it ridiculous? Have you?"

"Oh damn," slamming his hands onto his knees. "I knew I was forgetting something. I'm so sorry." Sitting up straighter, Tony turned his chair toward the back of the jet and shouted, "Hey Manchurian Candidate! I guess I never properly introduced you to the team."

In the far back end of the jet, camouflaged within the shadows wearing all black combat armor, the fourth passenger hadn't said a single word since boarding. He sat slouched in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, and knees spread wide above huge heavy black steel tipped boots polished to a shine, reflecting the only light in the tailend to infiltrate his shadows. His face was hidden by shaggy brown hair and a well worn baseball cap pulled down low.

"Baby Spider and the Spider Queen are your chippy little cohorts today if we ever spot this asshole and can touch down. Spidey friends, may I present our very own paranormal soldier, Sergeant Bucky Barnes."

"High-fucking-larious, Stark. Now fuck off," Bucky grumbled, pulling the bill of his hat even farther down over his face to look like he was napping.

"Holy shit! I didn't even know he was on board. How did I not sense him?" Peter shouted.

"That's my point, kid," Tony said. "He must be a ghost. Think about it. There's no other answer. He's straight up Jacob Marley, but missing the heavy chains with a door knocker for a nose."

They all burst into laughter - all but Bucky who grumbled some more.

After about an hour or so, Peter walked to the back of the jet and cautiously sat down next to Bucky.

The soldier didn't say anything; he didn't move; he didn't even look to be breathing.

Leaning toward him, Peter softly asked him, "You're not really a ghost, are you sir?"

"I have no idea," Bucky answered flatly and with finality.

Peter's eyes widened, more unsure of his beliefs after that cryptic non-answer than he was before he asked.

"Oh... Yes, sir," Peter said as he retreated back to his chair next to Tony.

Silence hung heavily in the Quinjet after that.

Finally.

Bucky gave Natasha a wink at one point when their eyes met. Eventually Peter would ask more questions, but they enjoyed the silence as long as it lasted.

The End.

It's a new year, and I'm going to be push myself harder to actually post. Good, bad, stupid, or slutty - I'm gonna post stuff anyway. This will be the year of drabbles, false starts, unfinished stories, and plots that go nowhere.

JUST WRITE AND POST, TOOZ!

JUST WRITE AND POST—OFTEN!

My drabble here didn't turn out the way I had planned, but I can see this idea take a fun turn if Bucky actually is a ghost. He could be!!!

He could be trapped on Earth and tethered to his super soldier body that won't decay. At least MOST of the missions Hydra sent him on were to kill other bad guys. Right?

Tony had some other theories too. But it's 3am and now I don't remember what his theory was. Grrrrr.

Anyone else looking for some inspiration?

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I really hope to post more this year. I'm serious. AND I'll do an actual tag list. Please confirm if you want to see my stuff or prefer that I leave you alone. You are not required to listen to my drivel for me to still love reading from your blog. I promise. Honest. Just let me know.

#toozmanykids #tooz writing prompts #tooz prompt

[thatonegirlfromwattpad]

𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 (1.7𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨)

“𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵”

𝟏𝟖+

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You have been placed on Bucky Barnes watch while he's hiding out after the bombing where the Sokovia Accords signing was being held. Tensions are already high, and they are about to get even higher.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, sexual content, praise kink

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

You knew Bucky Barnes was innocent.

That was the only reason you even agreed to hide out in this cheap hotel room to watch over him when Steve asked you to, because you knew that there weren't a lot of people that were on his side right now. It wasn't looking too great for Barnes - he had just about every figure of authority on the planet searching for him right now.

You watched sympathetically as Barnes peeked out of the black curtains that were drawn in front of the windows once more, observing the way his long, dark hair was covered with a navy blue ball cap, how his face hadn't been shaved in quite some time, and the tensing of his jaw every few seconds as he stared outside in paranoia.

"You can relax, you know," you said softly from where you were perched in the single chair that sat next to a brown, raggedy table. "Take a shower, sleep. It's okay."

He seemed to ignore you as he continued to peek through the curtains. He hadn't even bothered to glance your direction since you both had gotten here, his attention was solely focused on whatever had the possibility of bursting through that door.

Sighing, you stood up from the seat and approached him quietly, glancing around his broad shoulder at the nothingness that he was watching on the outside. With a hesitant hand, you reached up to gently place your palm on his arm against the leather of his jacket.

"Barnes-"

You were quickly interrupted as he flew around, grasping your arms with his large hands as he slammed your back against the wall next to the window, pressing his body against yours all in one, swift movement. His eyes stared cautiously down at yours, wide as if the notion had scared him or triggered some kind of fight or flight reaction inside of him. His chest heaved as his jaw clenched anxiously.

And, of course, all you could focus on was the way his knee was in between your legs, separating them just slightly as his torso pressed against your own. It was impossible not to feel how muscular he was compared to your stature, or the way his face was merely inches from yours. You could feel the breath leaving his parted, full lips fanning across your warm cheeks.

It had been too long since a man had touched you, that was obvious, and humiliating.

"It's okay," you repeated hoarsely, even more embarrassed that your voice had practically left your chest. "It's just me."

You had encountered Barnes a hand full of times before, the two of you were far from strangers - your mind flashing back to the first time you had met and he was on a Winter Solider mission from hell to murder you. But most importantly, Rogers had become one of your closest friends at the Avengers headquarters, and you wanted to stand by him in his decision to save Buck.

So here you were, being pinned against the wall by the anger-driven, mechanical arm wielding super soldier.

"I can't relax."

His voice was brusque as he spoke.

"Staring out of the window isn't going to make anything better," you countered.

His blue eyes had flickered down to your lips as you spoke, only for a second, but you caught the glimpse before they returned to your eyes. His hands released you, and you mentally kicked yourself for feeling disappointed, as they dropped to his sides. Fully expecting him to create distance between the two of you, you were honestly surprised when he remained pressed against your abdomen.

"Hmm," he hummed throatily. "And what would?"

"Would what?" you asked mindlessly, entirely distracted by the way his head had tilted to the side ever so slightly as he continued to peer down at your small height.

His head lowered until his face was at eye-level with your own, the corner of his lip lifted into a ghost of a smirk, as he stared down at your lips without hesitation now. "What would make everything better?"

His tone was teasing, condescending, almost.

He was silently making fun of you for making a fool of yourself as you ogled over his every word and movement.

And still, you could hardly find the words to speak as his confidence left you feeling staggered. Your body had practically weakened from his touch, melting into a puddle of mush on the ground at his feet, with every moment that passed. And he could sense it, too - the way his stare was almost daring, challenging you.

You swallowed hard.

"Like I said, shower or s-sleep."

Pfft. And you were supposed to be protecting him?

You could hardly protect anyone from the fucking tooth-fairy with how wobbly your knees were growing right now.

"You can do better than that," Bucky taunted, his voice dripping from his tongue lowly as his words felt like honey to your ears.

"It depends," you mumbled rather lamely, fidgeting under his intense stare. "What do you usually do to make things better?"

His full lips popped open as he held back a small chuckle, his teeth biting down on his tongue as the grin spread across his scruffy cheeks. "Well," he prompted, clicking his tongue as his fingers reached up to grasp your chin. "I start by taking my hand ..."

He paused, his eyes searching yours.

"And wrapping my fingers around my dick."

You shivered involuntarily, the words making butterflies spiral between your legs.

"And stroking," he whispered raspily, the grin still plastered along his pink lips.

Surely, you had fallen asleep on the raggedy, green motel bed earlier and this was all some fever dream that you had conjured inside of your head. You could hardly contain the erratic thumping of your heart against your chest as you struggled to push against the wall for more balance. You were still very aware of the way his knee was pushed between your thighs, achingly so.

"Tell me," Bucky continued before you could gather your bearings. "Do you ever touch yourself when you want to feel better?"

Your head was bobbing up and down weakly before you could even think about it, your lips parted in awe as you gazed up at the blue eyes that scrutinized you - like you were under his hypnotic spell. The tension in the air was maddening.

"Show me."

Had you forgotten how to speak?

The sudden intensity of the way your conversation had turned had rendered you utterly speechless. There was no doubt that you resembled a deer in head lights during this very moment, nearly drooling over his words and the way his eyes were devouring you.

"I-um, I don't know," you squeaked nervously, your feeble attempts at turning your head away failing as his grip on your chin tightened.

"You take your hand," he explained slowly, the fingers of his metal arm tugging down the zipper of your jeans before taking your hand into his, pushing it inside the opening of your pants. "And you put it here."

The oxygen left your lungs as your fingers came in contact with your dripping folds, the sensation making you inhale sharply as he held your fingers there for a moment. Your head was spinning now, completely dumbfounded at how you ended up here, touching yourself with Bucky Barnes guiding you every step of the way.

"And then you rub circles, like this," he murmured gently, his lips inches away from yours as he pressed even harder against you, his fingers maneuvering yours in tiny circles against your throbbing bud. "Steady, just like that. Good girl."

A faint moan tumbled from your lips, making the corners of his tug upwards as if he was pleased with himself.

"Yes," you breathed as he increased the speed of the rhythm at which both of your fingers were circling against your dripping clit.

Your reaction only enticed Bucky even more, his eyes closing briefly as he titled his head backwards for a moment, his fingers brushing yours out of the way as the cold metal took over - making you jump from the contact as he slipped one inside of your slick easily. Pumping his digit at a delicious pace, he brought his lips to the skin of your neck, nipping and biting his way up to your earlobe as he enclosed it inside of his mouth momentarily, releasing it with a small pop.

Your eyes were closed now, your eyebrows pulled tightly together as you relished in the feeling of his fingers fucking you.

"Look at you, taking my fingers," he groaned against your ear.

Another moan escaped your full lips as he added another digit.

As he pumped them inside of you, his thumb rubbed skillfully against your clit, only making the pressure building inside of your core grow stronger. There was something wrong about this entire situation that turned you on even more, you felt like you were breaking rules or doing something you weren't supposed to be, and that only made it feel even better.

Your walls had already began to clench around the coldness of his fingers, your hands reaching up to grip the leather jacket that he had on, pulling him closer to you.

"That's it," he encouraged in a pant, curling his fingers as he pumped faster. "Be a good girl and show me what you look like cumming in my hand."

His words sent you spilling over the edge, a string of loud moans erupting from your mouth as you gripped onto him tighter now, the orgasm washing over your body for the first time in ages. Your legs shook as he held you up against the wall, holding your collapsing body as the waves of pleasure racked through you.

When your eyes had finally fluttered back open after being squeezed shut for so long, you saw his blue eyes observing every inch of your face, his lips parted as if he was admiring what he was seeing in front of him.

"I-" you hesitated, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. "I thought we were supposed to make you feel better."

Bucky smirked faintly.

"You did."

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[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || finale

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(14/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: explicit language; reference to past SA; heartfelt confessions

Word Count: 2,000+

Author’s Note: Now, to be honest, I really hoped to make these chapters longer. But I wanted to published on Christmas Day and I haven’t had time to write all month. I truly hope I wrapped up this story well, and who knows? It could have epilogue next year or next month. I love you all. xxMoni

~

     The day after Christmas was no better. Three times you had dressed and undressed, debating whether to leave your apartment and go speak with Bucky. You were both overthinking this and you were both in the wrong. Bucky shouldn’t have kept treating you like a flaky friend or kept his initial indecision a secret, and you shouldn’t have stormed away without hearing him out first.

You needed to see him. But your body wouldn’t let you get in your car and take matters into your own hands.

You flopped face-down onto your bed, releasing one long groan. When your lungs ached with the need for air, you sucked in a breath and repeated the process. Groaning until your throat was sore. You rolled over, instantly regretting it. You had washed your sheets, but not the pillowcases.

That heavenly mixture of snow and Starry Night. No swirling irises to accompany it, though.

“Do you want to come back the day after Christmas and show me how to jump?”

He chuckled, “It’s a date.”

You snapped up, replaying the words in your head.

Rockefeller Center, ice skating, the date.

Would Bucky remember? Would he even go?

You had to try. You missed Bucky, you missed Axel, you missed who you were when Bucky was with you. You missed the feeling of companionship. Of choosing who to spend that time with.

You didn’t want to be lonely anymore. Lainey would have kicked your ass all the way to Rockefeller by now, you bet.

After throwing on your winter jacket and boots, you sprinted out your front door, tripping only twice. Then turned back to your apartment, grabbed Bucky’s present, and repeated the tiring process of putting the key in the lock.

Stopping at Lainey’s old door, with absolutely no regard to whoever occupied it now, you declared, “I’m going to win him back. Because I love him, and I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

~

    “Are you sure she’ll be here?” Steve asked as he opened the car door for Bucky. Rockefeller Center looked to be even more crowded than the last time he had come. It was like a cruel joke, making the search for you that much harder.

“She was the one who suggested it,” Bucky explained. “And if what you said is true, she’s not mad at me.”

“Oh, she was mad. Maybe not with you entirely, but she was mad.”

Bucky scowled at his friend, though he was grateful to have a second pair of eyes aiding him. Bucky was grasping at straws. Either you remembered that you had suggested this date and had the same idea as him, or you forgot and he was here when he should be at your apartment.

Or—the worse option—you had remembered and chosen not to come.

Bucky hadn’t really thought about what he would do if that was the case. He was a big boy, and although it would hurt him to bits, he would have to survive. Your time teaching him how to receive touch again would not be wasted. He promised himself that.

“You take one side and I take the other?” Steve suggested, adjusting the baseball cap. “Or do you want to stick together?”

“We can cover more ground separated,” Bucky replied. “Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

Steve studied him for a moment, then took his word. “Text me when you find her.”

Bucky nodded, watching as Steve blended into the crowd.

Step one: Pass through this chaos.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky prepared his mind. None of these people were out to get him and self-defense was not necessary. Most people were here with their family and friends, not plotting the end of the world with his metal fist in mind. He clutched your gift as he held it in his jacket pocket, then moved.

Bucky pushed through the crowd, apologizing for shoving people too hard and smacking his shoulders against them. Most people moved out of his way, allowing him some air. He searched every visible face, every occupied bench, every person exiting from the buildings. He guessed you would be near the ice rink considering that’s where the date was going to take place, but he still focused everywhere.

Someone’s shoulder brushed across his shoulder blades, paralyzing him for a moment. It was a quick touch, one that was over before he could truly dwell in it. His body told him to run back to the car, to find refuge in his mountain of blankets. That behind his apartment door is where he would be truly safe.

Though his body craved that comfortable feeling of safety, his idea of safety was no longer the loneliness found behind a closed door. His safety was encased in your touch, in your bedsheets, in your presence.

So he continued to push and shove through the crowd, counting his breaths and picturing your face. This was for you. It would always be for you.

His heart stopped as he took in your face for the first time since you walked away from him. You had painted your lips red and thrown on the same cardigan and jacket that had been hanging on the hook beside your front door for the entire month now. You caught his line of sight, freezing in place.

He pushed through the last of the crowd, stopping a few feet from you. You had your hands in your jacket pockets, but you were still shaking in your boots. Bucky wanted nothing more than to run to you and provide you some warmth, but there were words that needed to be said. Things that needed to be addressed.

“If you want to leave me, I will fight you.”

Your eyes widened a fraction at his unexpected declaration.

“When Stark told me to find a date, I refused because I physically could not swallow that reality. I said no, but I had no choice.”

He continued quickly when your face fell. “But I told Stark that I trusted his judgment. He gave me an out, but I had already met you. You were loud, and inappropriate, and reminded me of me from when I was young.”

“Bucky—”

“A part of my innocence was stolen from me long ago. And as much as it kills me, I know I’ll never get it back. I didn’t deserve to have it ripped from me. I deserved happiness, and a home to return to, and soft hands and soup and a little corner store to call my own. But life fucked me over, and I got none of that. I got tortured, and wiped, and… assaulted, in a thousand ways. And for the longest time, I thought they stole the whole of me. I thought there was no hope. That there were no soft touches left in the world. But you… You make me want to try again. You make me believe that people can still be good in this world. Because you’re good, and you’re good to me, and I love you. I love you more than hot chocolate, more than biscuits, more than the Santa Clause movies. I love you. And I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment you threw your arms up and introduced yourself. I’ve wanted you since our first picnic. I’ve wanted you since the first touch. I want you, I love you, and I just pray that you want me, too. That you love me, too.”

Multiple tears dripped from your eyes and down your cheeks. And when Bucky reached up, he found his cheeks were wet as well.

“I don’t expect you to quit your job or be solely mine. But I find myself running under your sweet nothings and I don’t want to abandon that feeling just yet. So I declare, the day after Christmas and surrounded by strangers, that I choose you too. I am scared of the world, and what they think of me, but I am not scared of you.”

“Bucky.”

Bucky sucked in a wobbly breath and pulled the bracelet from his pocket. It was handmade, green, and had a little L carved into the stone.

L for Lainey.

You stopped in front of him, turning the bracelet over in your fingers. Then you let him put it on your wrist. You cupped his cheeks with your surprisingly warm hands. Bucky whimpered sweetly, chasing the heat.

“I think you are courage incarnate, Bucky Barnes. Believe it or not, but you make me want to be strong. I have been lonely for so long and you showed me that friendship was still a real thing. I thought I had lost it forever, doomed to be stuck in a world that did not appreciate me.”

Bucky laid his forehead against yours, nearly hiccuping as your words pierced through his burning heart.

“I am yours. Only yours. And I’m sorry for being in my head too often.”

You pulled out a pair of fancy, leather gloves in his size, blushing. “It’s not as sentimental as the bracelet, but—”

He pressed a deep kiss to your mouth, holding you close. His chest warmed against yours instantly. His knees only needed to bend slightly to reach your lips. Your pinkies curled perfectly around each other.

How had he not noticed this before?

“Take me home,” he whispered, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away.

You nodded against him. Then, you giggled uncontrollably, melting against him.

“What?”

“Don’t forget Steve.”

Bucky shot a surprised look down at you. “How did you—”

“I know what his eyes feel like boring into my back by now.”

Sure enough, Bucky glanced up to see Steve watching your exchange with a genuine smile on his face.

~

     “Do you trust me?”

Steve huffed, his knuckles turning redder as his grip tightened against the railing. When Bucky had mentioned that Steve had always wanted to come to Rockefeller Center with him in the 1930s, you had assumed Steve knew how to ice skate. You didn’t expect a trembling Captain America scared to find his balance and refusing to let go of the support.

“I trust you, but if I fall then you’re going down with me by default.”

“Fair. Now let go of the railing,” you ordered, holding out your hand for him to take. You hadn’t told him you were a beginner ice skater yourself. But you figured, since Tony rented out the rink for private use for the next six hours, it was the perfect time to test this out.

Steve murmured a curse under his breath before reaching out his left hand. His right still held onto the railing, so he began stretching and involuntarily splitting his legs. “Help! Help!”

“Let go!” you laughed, taking his extended hand in your own. He slunk back together rather comically, wobbling as he gripped both your hands. “Now close your eyes and skate!”

“Wha—Why should I close my eyes?”

“It’s the only way to truly trust yourself!” you lied, sounding creepily authentic. You pushed off, taking him with you. He argued twice more before finally shutting his eyes, allowing you to lead him anywhere.

“There we go! You got it! Keep those eyes closed!”

He thankfully listened, unaware of where you were leading him. You would think his super soldier hearing would alert him of a new pair of skates on the ice, but his anxiety probably clouded his thoughts.

With a quick nod, you expertly exchanged Steve’s hands into Bucky’s.

Skating away but still at a close enough distance, you called out, “You can open your eyes now!”

Steve nearly tumbled, but his expression was one of pure elation. Uncontrollable, joyous laughter spilled from his mouth.

“Buck!”

Bucky only smiled, tugging Steve closer. Hand in hand, flesh on flesh, they skated the perimeter together. Not once did Bucky drop Steve’s hand.

It may have only been a battle won for Bucky, but this was an entire war won for Steve Rogers.

He was touching his best friend again. If it wasn’t for you, for Bucky’s determination and strength, it wouldn’t have been possible.

You skated to the railing and watched the childish men for the next hour, wiping away tears whenever they dropped from your eyes. Lifting your hands up, you snapped an imaginary picture. To save for later. To think about whenever you thought something was impossible.

Then you snapped another, a real one using your phone, for safekeeping.

~

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #captainsimagines #finale #pretty woman finale #pretty woman au #marvel fanfiction #by Moni #holiday fanfic #holiday smut

[drurrito]

Medicine

I have the worst head cold and this is how I'm being brave about it.

Warnings: illness (fever, snot...etc.)

No pairings

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You wake up with a pained groan. Your first mistake is rolling over. Your head is pounding and you can barely breathe. Your nose is already running a marathon by the time you sit up and your body feels like it went 10 full rounds with Bruce.

"Fuck," you rasp, "I'm sick."

You drag yourself to the shower and come out not feeling much better. It's a battle to make it to the kitchen. Half of the team is gathered around the island, and you're greeted with a chorus of "oofs".

"You look like hell," Bucky says, ignoring Steve's elbow in his rib.

"What?" You can barely hear anything, your ears are plugged with mucus and they feel like they're going to pop.

"I said you look like hell!" Bucky tries again, then wonders how Steve can make his elbow feel a lot like shrapnel when it punctures his side again.

"I'm still in hell but thanks, man," you shake your head at him and he sips his coffee with a shrug and a smirk.

"Six feet, kid," Bruce shuffles a few steps back as you make your way over to the sink to fill your water bottle.

"I just need to stockpile some fluids and snacks and I'll go back into my pain cave," you grumble. You're still twisting the cap on your bottle when you feel a warm hand against your clammy forehead. You stifle a shudder as your eyes meet Wanda's. Her brows furrow with concern, seems like she's always concerned when it comes to you.

"I'll make you some tea, sit," you obey without protest. You watch how easily Wanda moves around the kitchen for only a few seconds before you have to squeeze your eyes shut to relieve the burning. Your head feels like it's full of frenzied bees.

When you open your eyes there's a steaming mug in front of you.

"Thanks, Wanda," your voice sounds like you're being held underwater with sandpaper in your throat. She kisses the top of your head and leaves for a briefing with Bruce and Bucky. You're cradling the mug when you feel a meaty hand dig into your shoulder.

"Sparring will help you sweat out that fever. Make you feel less like a corpse."

"I'm good with resting, Cap," you wheeze out and he leaves you with a hefty slap on your back that dislodges a whole lot of mucus in your body. Your coughs are the only sound filling the room now. You don't have the strength to make it back to your room just yet so you camp out on the couch. Your eyes are burning again so you close them just for a minute, at least you think it is until you wake up with your head in Natasha's lap and her fingers in your hair.

"Wanda refreshed your tea."

"Are you an angel?"

"You'd like that."

"If it means I stop feeling like a pile of scorched shit," you choke out between coughs. Natasha rubs your chest with a look of pity but you're too busy lapping this up to care.

"What if I'm contagious?"

"Nothing penetrates my immune system these days," Natasha drawls, "being a widow put me in the grimiest places."

"Even germs are afraid of you, of course," you cough again and Natasha smacks you on the chest, smiling when you wheeze. Your eyes are half open as you try to find the best angle to unplug your nose. Your nose bumps into Natasha's stomach and suddenly your cheeks feel hotter than the rest of your body.

"Sorry," you mumble.

"Bug's eating at your brain too," Natasha's laughter rumbles against your head and it makes you so dizzy you close your eyes for the umpteenth time that day.

When you wake up again, the TV is playing with a dull roar. Your head is still in Natasha's lap. You're covered in a blanket and your legs are in someone else's lap. Your eyes scan the room and the whole team must be here. Bruce is in the farthest corner he can be in from you. Your mug is still steaming.

"Hey," you feel a squeeze on your leg and you lift your head to find Wanda giving you a smile that makes your temperature spike.

"Feeling any better?"

You look around the room at all your teammates--your friends--and realize you can breathe a little easier.

"Much better."

#works #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #steve rogers #bruce banner #bucky barnes #so #because I wrote this with sick brain no one is gonna judge the quality of it right? #right??

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A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x Reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 5000+

Warnings: scared Bucky, flirty 40's!Bucky, small 40's!Steve, brief angst (if you squint), another movie reference (cheers to anyone who finds it), awkwardness

a/n: Somewhat proofread & edited. Also I tried to keep Bucky and Steve in character based on the bits and pieces we see them acting like normal people in The First Avenger. I got stuck a few times so I really hope at least someone enjoy this.

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Chapter Two

They were in the middle of the fight when off to his right, he saw a black hole appear into thin air, casting a blue-orange light against the concrete floor and walls. 

After he knocked out the last HYDRA soldier, Bucky’s eyes shifted to the black hole only to see it wasn’t quite a black hole. 

He could see inside it and the moment he could, Tony flew right through it and crashed into the wall behind them.

Then he turned his attention back to the black hole and soon saw Tallis kick himself up from the ground and strike Y/N into her side causing her to stumble back. 

And before she could recover from it, Tallis swiped her legs off from under her body, making her body start to fall back. 

Bucky opened his mouth to yell her name, but the closing of the black hole stopped him from doing so and now he could no longer see her. 

Panic began to rise within his chest when not even a minute later, he heard her yell, “He took off, I’m currently chasing him down, heading your way, Cap!”

Steve promptly responded back, “Be careful, he could lead you into another ambush!”

Only a few seconds passed, and before they even knew what happened they heard a grunt, like someone had just been tackled then nothing else. 

It was only static. 

The team made quick work of all the HYDRA agents that came out of the woodwork, and Cap spoke over the radio again. 

“Sound off.” 

“Natasha.”

“Tony.”

“Bucky.”

“Sam.”

“... …”

“Y/N?” They heard Cap say. 

“Y/N, you there?” 

Nothing. 

Bucky, and Sam exchanged looks of worry before Bucky looked at Tony who had stood up. “Where is she?”

“Friday, scan the area for any last known locations on thermogenic signatures.”

He paused right where he was as his A.I. scanned the entire building they were in, including the sublevel basements. 

Then a small blip of a sound rang out from Tony’s helmet before Friday spoke. “Last known location on thermogenic signatures is 600 feet North of your position.” 

Bucky sprinted in that direction, leaving Tony and Sam in his dust. 

His heart pounded against the wall of his chest, sweat collected on his temple, and he could feel the fear tingling up his spine. 

The echoing sound of his rapid footsteps bouncing off the concrete walls did nothing to distract his thoughts from the sick sensation clawing into his stomach.

When he reached, what he guessed was 600 feet, the spot in which Tony had called out, his heart fell to the floor. 

She wasn’t here.

His blue iris’ danced about the tight intersection of the hallway, connecting four ways, trying, hoping to find some sign of where Y/N could be and came up absolutely empty. 

Several pairs of footsteps, and the sound of bootjets rushed down the hall in a cascade of noises converging together. 

Bucky didn’t need to look up to know that Steve was now in front of him, shield held tightly in his hand. 

Every single one of them looked down to the floor, following Bucky’s gaze. His gaze so fixated on the one spot on the ground that it looked like he was attempting to will Y/N to appear right before their eyes, but they knew better. 

He felt nauseous, utterly sick, borderline terminally ill. His throat grew tight, it was getting hard to breathe, and a heavy pain grew inside his heart. 

Barely audible, he whispered a single sentence. 

“Where are you?” 

________

It couldn’t be. 

How was it even possible?

Tony’s words from earlier rang through her head.

I believe they are quantum particles, and they are faintly warping the atoms of this time.

Was Tallis able to manipulate time and space?

That seemed to make the most sense, Tallis had traveled through time in order to escape and for some reason that escape led to the past.

“Ma’am?” The younger version of Bucky asked. 

Y/N snapped out of her stupor staring over to him, seeing his eyes filled with concern. She realized then that they were still standing in the middle of the road. 

She took a few deep breaths, trying to gain control of her body back from the shock. “Uh what?”

“I asked if you were okay…” He replied, briefly looking back to the car. 

Y/N still stared at him, mouth opening and closing several times as she tried to force her brain to work. “Y-yeah, I think so…”

“Is she okay?” Another familiar voice asked as another male jumped out of the car. He rounded around to the front as well standing just behind Bucky, and there was Steve.

Y/N had to stop the gasp from leaving her throat when she saw Steve so small and skinny. She rationalized that it must be before Bucky went to war and before Steve got the serum. 

Somewhere before 1943. 

“You’re bleeding.” Steve pointed out, his eyes drifting up to her temple. 

She reached up and felt around her head, hissing in pain when her fingers glided across the spot that Tallis had side kicked her. Pulling back her hand, there was the obvious smear of blood over her fingertips. 

“Right. He hit me…” Y/N mumbled out without meaning to. 

The tension skyrocketed as Bucky took in a sharp inhale and Steve gave him a knowing look. 

“Did someone hit you?” Bucky asked, voice pinched. 

That made Y/N focus up; she couldn’t let them know about Tallis, no she had to tell them something else, something believable. 

LIke a switch, Y/N went into ex-SHIELD agent mode. 

“Yeah; I was walking through the alley..” she gestured behind, “And this guy jumped him, tried to take my purse. I fought back, but he ended up hitting me during the struggle and took off with my bag.”

“Do you want us to take you to the police?” Steve asked kindly. 

“No!” She blurted out loudly causing Bucky and Steve to flinch. 

She cleared her hoarse throat from all the fighting and running around. “No, there’s nothing they could do anyway. I didn’t even see his face.” 

Bucky took a look around, a question forming in his mind. “Well, is there anywhere we can take you? Like family or maybe a friend's house?”

Shit. 

She had to think of something fast so she replied with what came to mind first. 

“I’m afraid I don’t have any family or friends here. I was just visiting New York; wanted to see what it was like.” Y/N nervously laughed as she tried to play off the lie. 

At that moment, Bucky’s mood did a 180 and he grinned at her. “Well I’m sorry your first visit ended with you being mugged. Despite what people say, Brooklyn isn’t so bad.”

“I’m sure it's great,” She grinned back, watching as both Steve relaxed when Bucky did. “But anywho, I probably should get going. I don't want to keep you in the middle of the road.”

Y/N began to step away, but Bucky stopped her. “Wait, didn’t you say your bag got stolen? You gonna be able to find a place to stay without your purse?”

“Oh my god, you’re right.” She closed her eyes for a brief second as she realized that he was correct. Sort of. 

She didn’t have a purse with her to begin with, and she wasn’t a tourist wanting to see the city. However, she most certainly was not going to be able to stay someplace with money. 

Though she doubted even if she had money, it would’ve been useless considering money in the 40’s looked very different from the money in 2016. 

Most likely scenario, she’d be arrested for suspected counterfeit.

“You know…” Bucky began, “if you’re okay with it, you could always stay with us until you get back on your feet.” 

Y/N’s eyes lit up and not because she was excited. 

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that. I’ve already been so much trouble for you two, I wouldn’t want to impose.” She frantically explained away, fiddling with her hands as she did.

Steve stepped forward that time, a gentle look in his face. “You wouldn’t be imposing, it’s the least we could do.” 

“Yeah,” Bucky quickly agreed. “We did almost hit you with a car.”

“To be fair, I stepped out onto the road.” Y/N retorted playfully. 

Steve smiled at the retort while Bucky chuckled. “Regardless, you could probably at least use some place to sleep; maybe clean yourself up.” He gestured to the dried blood on her head. 

“I- “ She started, but the grumbling sound coming from her stomach caused her to clamp her mouth shut. 

“Why don’t we talk about it over dinner? There’s a diner a couple of blocks down; Steve and I were heading that way anyway. So what do you say?” Bucky suggested kindly. 

Y/N tucked her arms across her gut, heat blooming in her cheeks in embarrassment. “Uh..sounds good.”

Bucky beamed at her response, already backtracking to his car. He reached out to the door handle and pulled open the back passenger side. “Why don’t ya hop in and we’ll be on our way.”

All Y/N did was nod, making her way to the back and smoothly slipped into the seat of the car, leaving Bucky to close it shut for her. 

Soon Bucky got back inside the driver's seat and Steve was quick to follow in the front passenger side. A few seconds later, Bucky turned over the engine and music began to play from the radio. 

It sounded as though a song had just ended and a man began to speak. 

“That was ‘Green Eyes’ sung by Jimmy Dorsey, here! Live in New York City. Next are the Andrew Sisters singing a real toe tapping tune; ‘The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy!’”

Then the sound of trumpets played rapidly followed by three female voices. “He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play.”

Y/N’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull as she immediately recognized the song.

It was by pure chance. 

It reminded her of those early afternoons at her grandmother’s house when she was a kid. Her grandmother loved the song and explained it was because of how fast paced it was, she even had it on a rare vinyl record with a record player to go along with it. 

Wait, when was her grandmother born again? Is she even alive right now?

Y/N thought to herself as her eyes focused on the passing buildings. A lot of them had the same rustic look, seemingly old and forgotten. However, every once in a while she'd see a shop with a bright sign, begging people to just step inside. 

The notion of extravagant signs pulling people to come visit wasn’t unfamiliar, though most of the older buildings back home looked just as shiny as the new restaurants and stores so they all blended together in a plain blur. 

But here, one can very easily tell which was open for business for the night and as they made their way down the street, briefly stopping at a traffic light, Y/N peered outside to see a growing crowd of people going in and out of one particular diner. 

Many of the people grouped together, several couples having their arms wrapped around each other as they laughed along with their friends. 

It made her think of-

“That’s the diner I was talking about.” Bucky motioned outside his window.  

Her eyes flicked to him as he spoke then returned to the crowded restaurant just as fast. “It sure is busy.” 

“That’s how it usually is on Friday nights.” Bucky casually addressed, turning the car left into a big open parking lot. 

Okay, so it was a Friday evening sometime before 1943. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at the realization since there were indeed many Friday evenings in the 1940’s; a specific year and month would be nice. 

Bucky smoothly pulled into a parking space then turned the car off, pulling the key out to put it into his pocket. 

“You think we’ll be able to get a seat?” Steve asked, staring out at all the people.

“I’m sure we’ll figure out something.” Bucky reassured as he gripped the door latch to push the door open. 

Steve didn’t add anything else while he followed Bucky’s lead to get out.

Y/N stared down at the door handle for a moment too long for her liking before figuring out how it worked; pulling the latch then getting out too. 

Immediately they all strolled up to the front of the diner, and stepped inside. The laughter of the numerous patrons overwhelmed her hearing for a second, seeming like a thunderous boom causing her to cover her ears.  

Her eyes darted for the floor while keeping her ears covered. She tried her best to look where she was going, but she ended up bumping into Steve having not realized he had stopped walking when Bucky paused in the middle of the aisle. 

“Sorry..” She mumbled out, hoping Steve heard her. She knew he had when he gave her a polite nod. 

“Hey!” Bucky shouted over top of the crowd, “there’s a booth right back there!” 

No sooner had he said that did he continue walking forward, Steve and Y/N following him. 

They arrived next to the booth quickly and when they did Y/N was the first one to slide into the seat. Bucky gestured for Steve to sit down first and then he too, slid in next to Steve. 

Y/N began to twiddle her thumbs as she waited for a waiter to come by. Her leg bounced up and down when she saw that a waitress was heading toward them, but got distracted with another table that had motioned for her. 

“I never caught your name.” Bucky said, loud enough for her to hear. 

She perked up. “Oh it’s Y/N, Y/N L/N.” 

Bucky then extended his hand out toward her. “I’m James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.” He winked at her, causing a sudden warmth to rush to her cheeks. 

He retracted his hand and then gestured next to him. “This is Steve.” 

“Steve Rogers.” Steve stuck out his hand.

Y/N shook his hand too. “It’s nice to meet you. Both of you.” 

“So what I mentioned earlier..” Bucky started but Y/N interjected. 

“I know you offered me your place to stay and I do appreciate that, but you don’t really even know me that well.” 

“Yeah that’s true, however, I can’t just walk away knowing you have nowhere to go.” Bucky insisted. 

She glanced away from him for a second, contemplating what to say when he spoke up again. 

His face had taken on a sudden serious expression, voice no longer playful. “If you’re worried that we might…” he gestured between himself and Steve, “try something with you, you know, you don’t have to worry because we’re not like that.”

“No, we’re not.” Steve said adamantly, shaking his head as if to further prove Bucky’s point.

“Oh no, I’m not worried about that!” Y/N reassured them, waving a hand at the idea. She knew better than that. “The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. It’s just…are you really sure?”

“I’m positive.” 

“I know I keep harping on the subject, but if I stayed with you, I couldn’t pay you.” 

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but the waitress that had previously been busy finally walked over, a pen and paper in hand. “What can I get you three?”

“I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries, and a coke.” Bucky answered, his attention fully on the waitress. 

She scribbled down what he said before her eyes flicked over to Steve’s small figure. 

“I’ll have a cheeseburger too; pickles on the side, with fries and a coke, please.” 

The waitress then turned her attention to Y/N, however, her bored expression shifted into one of confusion. 

Y/N immediately caught onto the change and quickly realized what it was about her that made the waitress make such a face. She gazed down at herself realizing that the skin tight battle suit (much like Natasha’s) looked definitely out of place here. 

But she didn’t comment on it, only letting out an airy scoff, to herself as she thought of a reply. “Um..I’ll just have what he’s having.” She said, briefly pointing to Bucky. 

The waitress just kind of nodded, not knowing what else to do as she slightly back tracked away from their table toward the diner’s kitchen. 

When the waitress was out of earshot, Bucky coughed. “As I was saying; you don’t have to pay me. That’s not why I offered, alright?” 

“Okay, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have someplace to sleep tonight.” Y/N finally agreed with a jerky nod. 

Bucky sent her a quick nod. “Well there ya go, now let’s get onto a much less serious topic. Where are you from? You said you were from out of town.” 

“Uh..Ohio.” Y/N blurted out the first thing that came to mind. 

“That’s a bit of a ways from here. Did you ride the bus? Or did you drive yourself?” Steve asked, becoming more interested in the conversation. 

Y/N faced Steve. “Oh I rode the bus; it felt like it took forever.” 

“I’ll bet. Which town did you grow up in?” Bucky continued to ask about her life. 

“There’s this small town called Knockemstiff. You two ever heard of it?” 

Bucky and Steve shook their heads. “Can’t say we have.” 

Y/N waved a hand at them with a bashful laugh. “I’m not surprised, it’s kind of out in the middle of nowhere.” 

God, listen to me. I’m just making this all up. She silently scolded herself as she lied to their faces; which a part of her felt guilty for. 

There was a pause, leaving the three to listen to the racket of the other customers while Y/N wracked her brain.

“Um, were you born here in Brooklyn?” Y/N asked Bucky. 

He smiled. “Yeah, I’ve lived here my whole life with my mom, dad, and younger sister.”

That bit of information made Y/N perk up inquisitively. “You have a sister? What’s her name?”

Bucky grinned at her question. “It’s Rebecca, she just turned nine last month.” 

“That’s nice. I don’t have any siblings of my own, but when I was younger I always wished I had.” 

“Even though it’s just her, Becca can be a handful.”

Y/N nodded knowingly. “I bet, girls can be just as rambunctious as boys at times.”

Bucky laughed fondly as he thought about his sister. “Once she gets comfortable with you; she’s usually shy in front of people.” 

“I think that’s with every kid.” 

Y/N smiled albeit awkwardly before she focused her attention back to Steve. “What about you? Do you have any siblings?”

Steve shook his head. “Unfortunately no. My mom and dad only had enough time to have me.” 

“Oh, why’s that?”

In a small insignificant motion, Steve briefly made eye contact with Bucky whose expression dropped a little and then took a deep breath as he shifted in his seat. 

It was obvious to Y/N, from her years of being an agent, that Steve was slightly uncomfortable with the question, but he began to answer her anyway. 

“Well let’s just say that they barely had the means to care for me and themselves, let alone another kid. Then some years later, dad joined the army, got killed and eventually my mom worked as a nurse in the T.B. ward. She did that for a while before she caught it, then died some years ago.” 

Y/N’s face fell, saddened by the story of Steve’s life. She was aware that Steve did exactly have a glamorous life growing up, but she never knew that it was so lonely. 

Had she not been looking at Steve she would've seen Bucky staring her way, gauging her reaction to Steve’s story. 

It wasn’t that he thought she would speak ill towards him, but there were times when Steve had shared something about himself when a girl joined them for whatever reason and the annoyance coupled with slight resentment permeated their eyes. 

It really irked him. 

Yeah, he loved the girls but if they couldn’t stand his best friend, he couldn’t stand them. 

However, he was pleasantly surprised with Y/N. 

Her expression was endearing, eyes soft, and mouth pinched in sympathy; not a hint of irritation. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

Steve shook his head. “That’s alright. Luckily though, I had my best friend.” He nudged Bucky’s side causing him to smile. “I couldn’t have gotten through it without Bucky.” 

“What are you talking about? I’m your only friend.” Bucky snarkily commented. 

Steve rolled his eyes at him as he rested her arms on top of the table. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at them, even now they seemed so close; like brothers. 

“Well you know,” Y/N began hesitantly. “If all goes smoothly, maybe we could be friends too.” 

As soon as the sentence had left her mouth, she felt as though she were intruding on their friendship and was unnecessarily inserting herself into something private. 

That thought was dashed though when she saw Steve’s pleased features. “I would like that.” 

She smiled back at him, a relief chuckle leaving her mouth as her eyes flickered to Bucky. He was already looking at her with the same kind of face. She could almost describe him as happy. 

He looked so handsome when he was happy. She wished she could see more.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Bucky voiced excitedly, glancing between Steve and Y/N. 

For the rest of dinner, Bucky and Steve continued to ask her questions about her life and she reciprocated in kind. 

A lot of the information that they shared were things that she already knew seeing as how she was dating Bucky and close friends with Steve in 2016. 

But she had to admit, hearing about their lives in this time, in this setting, did make it feel like the first time. 

She only hoped that she wouldn’t let herself get too carried away with the two boys, she knew things about them that they hadn't told her yet and she needed to keep her distance. 

It might be Steve and Bucky but it wasn’t her Steve and Bucky. 

They couldn’t know the truth of why or how she was smack dab in the middle of Brooklyn. 

Once the three finished their meal, they all got up from their booth and left. Though not before Bucky left the money for the meal on the table top. 

Y/N immediately took note of the warm night air rushing over her skin. She recognized that it had to be somewhere around Spring or Summer. New York was never warm unless in the weather of those two seasons. 

The ride back to Bucky and Steve’s shared apartment was met with an odd sort of silence.

Regardless of the fact that they had spent a majority of the night getting to know each other (again), Y/N still wasn’t ready to completely let herself relax in their presence. 

Somehow she had to keep the gap between them so she wouldn’t hurt them when she’d return to her own time. At least, she hoped she could return to her own time. 

Luckily the silence didn’t keep up when Bucky turned down an alleyway, slowly moving the car forward as he looped to a back lot where other cars were parked. 

The moment Y/N got out of the vehicle, she memorized every single step up to Bucky and Steve’s apartment. 

She memorized the sound of the squeaky front door of the apartment complex, the ding of the elevator, the clicking sound of the button when Bucky pressed the number five on the panel, the sound of their footsteps as they trekked down the tiled hallway. 

Everything. 

It hadn’t been something she consciously did; her brain just did it. Every intricate and unimportant detail she was committing to memory like somehow she’d need to refer back to it later. 

“Here we go, home sweet home.” Bucky said, pushing open the wooden door. 

He stepped to the side, letting Y/N walk in before him and Steve and carefully watched her as she walked out into the middle of the living room. 

Barely ten steps in and Y/N could make out near the entire apartment. 

The living room in which she was standing had a single couch pressed into the wall to her right with a small coffee table sitting in front of it. To the couch’s right side was a fabric covered chair and a tall lamp sitting between them. 

A couple of feet back behind the lounge chair was a dining table complete with four chairs and another lamp to light that section of the room. Along that side of the apartment’s wall, next to the dining table was a window that overlooked the street down below. 

Connected to the same room as the dining space was a compact kitchen. She turned to face that direction, seeing a simple but clean kitchen. 

It looked like a narrow hallway almost; on one side you had the refrigerator in the corner, some counter space next to it, then the stove and oven beside it. On the opposite wall was the sink with a shelf hanging above it. And on both sides were cabinets lining the wall. 

Off to the left of the kitchen was, from what Y/N could make out, the bathroom; the wooden door half open to reveal a sink and mirror. 

Her eyes traveled the expanse of the apartment, over Bucky and Steve’s figures as they stood by the closed front door. Eventually her eyes came across two open doorways which could only be their bedrooms. 

Despite the small size of the place, it was rather quaint. 

“We know it’s not much but it’s home.” Bucky suddenly said, hands in his pant pockets. 

Y/N whipped her head back to the boys who had been waiting for her to get a feel for the apartment. 

“I like it.” She admitted fondly as she took another look around. 

She didn’t see as the two men exchanged surprised looks. Steve was the first to step forward. “Really?”

“Yes, it looks homey.” She beamed, finally turning to face them. 

Her response made both of the boys grin at her then to each other. Bucky, lifted his hand to scratch at his temple, bashfully making his way over to Y/N’s side. 

“Glad you like it.” 

Y/N took another few seconds to take it all in then she sighed contently, looking up to Bucky’s towering figure. “Could I bother you for a change of clothes? Sleeping in this suit is kind of...”

“Oh, of course. Just give me a minute.” Bucky quickly walked off, disappearing into one bedroom sitting closest to the living room. 

Y/N and Steve stood in quietly, keeping their focus on something other than each other but they did end up making eye contact a few times and awkwardly smiled at one another to possibly ease the tension. 

The sound of rummaging clothes was the only sound in the apartment besides the cars on the road near fifty feet down from their current location. 

It hadn’t been too long when Bucky walked out of his room with a folded white shirt and a pair of striped pajama pants in hand. “Will these work for you?”

Y/N softly took them from his hands. “Yes, these should do just fine. I’m just gonna go change in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, please go ahead. Do what you need to do.” Bucky kindly offered while watching Y/N already making her way to the bathroom. 

Once she closed the door to the bathroom and switched the light on, the tension in her shoulders sank down and out from her body. This was the one moment she finally had to herself. 

She tossed the extra clothes to the edge of the sink, gripping the porcelain with both hands. She let her head hang low, eyes staring at nothing while she tried to focus on the beating of her own heart. 

Her mind raced through everything that happened up to this point: fighting Tallis, accidentally getting teleported back in time, having dinner with Bucky and Steve before her parents were even born, spending the night in their apartment. Y/N wondered if she’d be able to process it all. 

Could this be one of those vivid dreams where the world around her felt real? 

On that thought, Y/N lifted herself up to see her slightly dirt covered cheeks and temple covered in dried blood. 

She looked tired, damn it, she was tired. Most of the day, Y/N spent fighting HYDRA and then Tallis. 

Stupid Tallis. 

With a shake of her head, Y/N grabbed the towel on the nearby rack, holding it under the faucet of the sink to run it through water. Once wet, she dabbed a corner of the towel over the cut on her head and wiped the skin clean. 

Over the next several minutes, Y/N spent shifting out of her skin tight battle suit and into Bucky’s pjs. However, she couldn’t keep the pants on as they were far too large that they wouldn’t even prop awkwardly around her waist. So she left them off. 

Luckily, the white shirt hung just above her knees, long enough to cover the most intimate parts of her. 

A shrug of her shoulders then Y/N stepped out of the bathroom. She saw Bucky and Steve stand to attention when the bathroom door squeaked open, but what followed made her cheeks heat up. 

Steve had taken one look at her and awkwardly coughed, turning his thin body away from her. And Bucky’s deep blue eyes couldn’t look away from the alluring sight of Y/N’s exposed legs. 

What Y/N had considered fairly tame must’ve been very scandalous to them. 

“Uh…the pants were too big.” Y/N explained, beginning to fidget where she was standing. 

Bucky then shook his head, blinking rapidly to break himself out of his thoughts. “Th-that’s okay, whatever makes you comfortable.” 

She nodded, trying to bury her embarrassment as she pointed to the couch. “I uh..I can sleep on the couch.” 

“Oh no, that’s alright-” “You don’t have to do that-”

“You can sleep in my bed.” 

Bucky and Steve paused as they turned their heads to look at each other, both their faces hardened with expressions that’d only be described as ‘seriously, dude.’ 

Y/N’s eyes grew wide upon hearing them both say the same thing, and a hearty laugh made its way up her throat. 

That caused the boys to whip their heads back to where Y/N stood. “I appreciate the offer, from both of you, but I can’t sleep in both beds at the same time.” 

“Right, that would be impossible” Steve tried to joke, a little shyly. 

She could tell Bucky was trying to think of something to sort this out, so she suggested an idea first. “You could try ‘rock, paper, scissors’?” 

“Yeah, why not?” Bucky smirked then directed his attention to Steve. 

The pair held their hands up, one hand laid out flat and the other a fist. They looked at each other with dead seriousness, out of place for the game they were about to play. 

“Rock, paper, scissors!” Both said, fists beating against the palm of their hands before resting at the end of the chant. 

Bucky had laid out paper and Steve, rock.

Y/N watched Steve exhale in defeat as Bucky smugly sauntered to his bedroom doorway. “This way, if you please.”

She bit her lip to suppress yet another laugh bubbling in the back of her throat while hurrying into Bucky’s room to hide her face. 

Bucky stood in the doorway for a couple more seconds with Steve half-heartedly glaring at his best friend. 

The tall man sent Steve a shit eating grin and a small wink causing Steve to nudge his shoulder. “Shut up.” 

Then Bucky laughed as he turned to walk inside his room, Y/N already standing next to his bed. 

He’d be lying if he said wasn’t picturing a much more explicit scenario but he forced it out of his mind when Y/N turned towards him. 

“It looks cozy.” 

“It can be, but it gets a little chilly in here at night.” Bucky said, coming up to grab the top of the comforter and pulling it back. “But these blankets are thick so they should keep you warm.” 

She nodded, keeping her gaze elsewhere as he was only a couple inches away from her. “Thank you, I appreciate this.” 

“No problem, hope you get a good night's sleep. Oh, and if you need anything I’ll be out there on the couch.”

They both stood there for a couple of seconds before Bucky realized that he should probably leave her alone. “So anyway, uh…Good night.” 

He took a couple backwards steps then grabbed the doorknob ready to leave. 

“Hey Bucky?”

She’d never seen him perk up so fast, his blue eyes focused on nothing but her. It nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. “Yeah?”

“I want to seriously Thank you, a-and Steve, for everything you’ve done for me. You don’t know me and you two really went out of your way so, thank you.” 

He smiled for the hundredth time that night (was it because he liked her or he was just a cheery guy, who knows), “You’re welcome. Have a good night.”

“You too.” 

Softly, Bucky closed the door with a soft thud, leaving Y/N to ponder on her own. With one more once over of the bedroom in its entirety, she moved the thick blanket back some more to slip under it. 

The material was softer than she expected, a fact which she was happy about. Then she carefully rested her head against the squishy material. 

She took a small breath, letting her body completely succumb to the plush surface of the bed. 

Now the exhaustion finally set in, washing over her every nerve ending and bone in her body. Only her mind was functioning, and the last thing on her mind was of the Bucky she knew from her own time. 

The Bucky that had been through war, torture, and so much devastation. 

She missed him so much. 

a/n: All I have to say is, thank you for making it down this far.

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Title: “I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master” [AO3 Link]   Originally written as part of: Bucky Barnes As… a Rockstar  SERIES MASTERLIST  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Rating: Mature Summary/Notes: This is, pretty much, exactly what it looks like. Rockstar Bucky, Flirting, etc. EDIT: Now! I’m happy to announce that this is now IT’S OWN SERIES that I have the honour of writing with @rookthorne! More rockstar!Bucky for everyone! 

“𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝” Series Masterlist | Part 2 »

The crowd is already worked up from the band on stage and Bucky is grinning maniacally behind the stage. Nat, his bassist, looks at him like he’s grown a second head.

“You good, Buck?”

“Fucking fantastic, Natalia. I’m fucking fantastic. You see ‘em? It’s packed out there.”

“Your shows have been sold out all week,” Sharon reminds him while fixing Scott’s guitar strap.

“Iunno, Shar, it’s just different. Somethin’ about this place.” His blood is pumping from the heavy bass, the Cap Quartet rocking out on stage. He’s played shows with them before - Sam, Steve, Joaquin and Riley are all cool dudes. They’d become friends pretty easily, so it was a no-brainer that they were the first band Bucky asked to co-headline his tour.

—

“Thank you, you beautiful bastards!” Riley’s voice booms, followed by a loud screeching of the crowd. “Hang onto your panties if you still got ‘em, because the final act is gonna knock you dead. Yeah, you know who I’m talking about, the band you’ve all been waiting for — let me hear you fuckers!”

Bucky closes his eyes and lets the thrum of the audience's cheer work its way all the way into his bones. Fuck, he almost has a boner.

“Where’s Clint?” He asks, eager to get on stage. Natasha jerks a finger behind her where Clint is downing a bag of Cheerios between sips of Mountain Dew. Bucky grins, because it means Clint will be amped. Bucky can’t help but strum his own guitar a few times, the calluses on his fingers a permanent fixture by now.

Natasha hauls both Scott and Clint over practically by the ear, her studded combat boots thumping with each step.

“Ready?” Bucky asks with a wicked smile.

“Ready,” the three return in their usual manner, with grins and lazy salutes. Then it’s blinding lights and deafening roars.

Bucky wastes no time in getting the crowd amped.

“C’mon, are we asleep out here?! Let’s gooooo bay-beeeeeeeee!” While Bucky is loud, the crowd is louder and they are on their feet from the first strum of his guitar, and Bucky feels high as a kite.

It’s not your first show at the Kathedral, but it’s certainly the loudest. You’d never heard of this particular band, but Misty’s best friends make up the Cap Quartet, so you had to support them, of course. And they were good, you actually liked when they popped up on your shuffle.

Originally, you thought you’d maybe dip after they were done - sitting for two opening acts and the Cap Quartet’s set already had your feet aching. But the moment the next band stepped out, and Misty starts jumping up and down beside you, you have no choice but to stay. The energy was infectious and you kind of missed just letting go. You may not be a rebellious teenager anymore, but the atmosphere of being at a rock concert makes you feel young and reckless again. Even the smell of spilled beer and sweat brings back a bit of nostalgia, back to when you were sixteen and had ‘X’s drawn on your hands just to get in the venue.

“C’mon, are we asleep out here?!” You hear the singer shout, and you can’t help but think how beautiful the whole band is.

There’s a redhead rocking heeled boots that look like they could kill a man, her bass guitar plastered with stickers. The drummer is wearing a sleeveless muscle tank that does wonders for his arms and the other guitarist has a dazzling smile when he looks out into the crowd.

But the lead singer - he’s rocking black leather pants that bunch above his combat boots like he’d haphazardly stuck his feet in, but they’re tight across his thighs. You can see every flex in his muscles as he jumps around on stage. His hair whips around his face as he throws his whole body into his performance. It’s a small miracle he even manages to hit any notes on his guitar. His black t-shirt stretches across his shoulders and chest, hugging his biceps, which makes your mouth water, but what really hits you is his voice.

The opening notes of his song are the epitome of zero to one hundred. Your throat almost hurts just from watching him, but he’s nothing but smiles, clearly lost in what he loves.

I know I'm out of sight But am I out of mind? And when I close my eyes I dream I'll see you in the afterlife

He gets a moment of reprieve when the next part comes up, before he ramps up again, the veins in his neck prominent, making you wanna lick them. A glint of metal flashes in his mouth when he sings — a tongue piercing, probably.

One at a time I know this bridge we built won't last But it'll hold for at least a while Even when the life leaves your bones Your soul will follow me wherever I go It's in the way I feel your fire even when I sleep at night I stay inside your glow

He hits the chorus again, just as hard as he did at the beginning and you swear the floor shakes as everyone jumps.

I know I'm out of sight But am I out of mind? And when I close my eyes I dream I'll see you in the afterlife

Then he faces the audience and hops on the speaker in front, leaning forward with his microphone, his other hand waving for the crowd to sing it back to him. You’re captivated by his crystal-like eyes as the lights bounce off them.

I know I'm out of sight But am I out of mind? And when I close my eyes I dream I'll see you in the afterlife

You even find yourself shouting along, the song is so catchy that you’re into it from the moment it started. As you shout the last line, he looks right at you and it’s like an electrifying bolt through your body as he holds the look for the next line before he bounds off to the sides of the stage that he’s been neglecting.

You’re in awe as his voice changes to something smooth and soft, the instruments that were near deafening slowing down with him. He sways in the middle of the stage, face turned up as though in prayer, the bassist even hitting a few notes on the keyboard to her side as she backs him up, vocally.

I dream I'll see you in the I dream I'll see you in the I dream I'll see you in the I dream I'll see you in the I lost a vital part of me (I dream I'll see you in the) Lost a vital part of me (I dream I'll see you in the) Lost a vital part of me (I dream I'll see you in the) Lost a vital part of me (I dream I'll see you in the)

And in perfect sync, the band picks up, hard again, all of them (except the drummer) jumping as well and the crowd goes wild. You narrowly miss getting kicked in the head by a crowdsurfer, who gets a fistbump from the singer over the side of the stage.

I know I'm out of sight But am I out of mind? And when I close my eyes I dream I'll see you in the afterlife Lost a vital part of me Lost a vital part of me Now there's nothing left I dream I'll see you in the afterlife

You’re in a trance when he ends the song, holding the note so long you’re sure his lungs should burst. Maybe it’s the heat, or the adrenaline, or just your heart pumping out of your chest as you bounce for the rest of the set, but you could swear that the lead singer kept catching your eye.

You feel like you’re flying, on cloud nine, so maybe it’s all in your head, but goddamn if you didn’t twitch with want every time you met his eyes. How this crowd still had energy was beyond you, you knew that you were dead on your feet, hair plastered to your neck with sweat but grinning wildly.

“Alright you hellions, this is the last one.” When the crowd starts chanting ‘encore, encore’ he just laughs into the mic, his voice a little raspy from his performance.

“If we could, we’d play all fuckin’ night, you know that! But some of us gotta get to Indiana by tomorrow night. So we gotta make this last one count. Let’s get sexy, folks.”

His husky voice makes it absolutely devastating as he starts off by smirking at you.

I wanna be your slave I wanna be your master I wanna make your heart beat Run like rollercoasters I wanna be a good boy I wanna be a gangster 'Cause you can be the beauty And I could be the monster

It’s as though each line sent a new wave of desire through you. You picture calling him a good boy, wonder if he’d flush just as beautifully as he did now under the heat of the lights.

I love you since this morning Not just for aesthetic I wanna touch your body So fucking electric

The crowd loses its collective mind as he starts to ruck up his shirt, as each line gets progressively more seductive, and his shirt rides further and further up. You can’t help but ogle his washboard abs glistening with sweat since he was right there.

I know you scared of me You said that I'm too eccentric I'm crying all my tears And that's fucking pathetic I wanna make you hungry Then I wanna feed ya I wanna paint your face Like you're my Mona Lisa

Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest image you’d had all night. His shirt comes off over his head and he twirls it, throwing behind him.

I wanna be a champion I wanna be a loser I'll even be a clown Cause I just wanna amuse ya I wanna be your sex toy I wanna be your teacher I wanna be your sin I wanna be a preacher

You lick your lips just as he turns to you and if possible, his smile grows even bigger, feral, as he sings right at you. The lyrics made your head spin with want.

I wanna make you love me Then I wanna leave ya 'Cause baby I'm your David And you're my Goliath

He winks before strutting off, his muscles tight and taunting. The sway of his hips, intentional or not, entices you, and you’d give anything to bite down on them. The stupid pants are just taunting you at this point.

Ah-ha… Mhm, ah-ha\ Because I'm the devil Who's searching for redemption And I'm a lawyer Who's searching for redemption And I'm a killer Who's searching for redemption I'm a motherfucking monster Who's searching for redemption

He sinks to his knees on the stage as steam hisses in the back in billow pillars. The lights change, flashing reds and oranges, yellows and pinks. They dance magically across his skin.

And I'm a bad guy Who's searching for redemption And I'm a blonde girl Who's searching for redemption I'm a freak that Is searching for redemption I'm a motherfucking monster Who's searching for redemption I wanna be your slave I wanna be your master

You’re going to die - straight to heaven or hell, it doesn’t matter at this point, because he’s honest-to-god crawling across the stage on his arms and knees, his mic still in one hand.

I wanna make your heart beat Run like rollercoasters I wanna be a good boy I wanna be a gangster Cause you can be the beauty And I could be the monster I wanna make you quiet I wanna make you nervous I wanna set you free But I'm too fucking jealous I wanna pull your strings Like you're my telecaster And if you want to use me I could be your puppet 'Cause I'm the devil Who's searching for redemption I'm a motherfucking monster Who's searching for redemption

He ends at the edge of the stage, his torturous crawl making your throat go dry from more than just your screaming. Then, he flips on his back, lets his head hang over the side of the stage.

I wanna be your slave I wanna be your master

The last line is but a whisper, and then he finally lets the mic drop, his arms stretched like he’s going for a backwards dive and his chest is heaving. He’s a sweaty mess, body on display and licks his lips while staring a hole into your soul.

—

The venue slowly begins to empty, stragglers buying merch or finishing their drinks. You feel dizzy when Misty drags you outside, saying that her friends want to hang out for a bit before they leave for the next town. You stumble along because, yeah, alright, her friends are cool.

They’re by their tour bus, all of them outside with drinks in their hands and they wave you both over.

“Excellent show, boys,” you greet as everyone takes turns hugging both you and Misty.

“Yeah, you guys killed it!” Misty agrees enthusiastically.

“What’d you think of the other bands?” Sam asks. “Parasite Fears has never been on the road like this.”

“That was the first band, right? They were really good! And the set was fun,” you say honestly. Now that you’re outside and it’s getting late, the sweat on your body is cooling, causing you to shiver a bit. Riley hands you a cup and when you ask what it is, he just smiles. You drink it anyway, because why not. They spend a few minutes chatting before a warm arm wraps around your shoulders, and your breath catches at the sight of bright crystal-like eyes beside you. His other arm is thrown over Joaquin as he stands between you.

“Hi, I’m Bucky,” he smiles blindingly at you.

“Hi,” you say back, still a little stunned at how at ease he seemed to be, even as he retracts his arm. He’s changed into basketball shorts of all things, which makes you even chillier just looking at him. This close, you can see the intricate lines of his tattoos - metal plates from shoulder to fingers on his left arm, swirls of black script along his other.

“You look cold, sweetheart,” he observes. “Couldn’t you guys have taken this party into the tour bus?”

“They’re fixing the bus,” Steve says. “Told us to stay outta the way.”

“You sure you’re gonna be alright to head out?” Bucky asks, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Should be,” Steve shrugs. “Tones said we’d be fine, or else he’d find another way. We’ll know in about two hours or so.”

“Ehhh, tell Tones to relax for once. If anything, you can divvy yourselves up and the rest of us could shuttle you the rest o’ the way.”

“Thanks, Buck,” Steve claps him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, can’t have you ruining the tour, punk.”

Something about their easy camaraderie makes you smile. But you’re still cold, and Bucky still notices.

“If I had a jacket, I’d offer it to you,” he looks back at you. “Next best thing, I can offer our unbroken tour bus?” He jerks his head behind and you see the redheaded bassist leaning against the side smoking a cigarette, chatting with the drummer who appears to be double-fisting drinks.

You look at Misty who is being introduced around to the other bands by Sam and Riley and there’s no way she’s going to be anytime soon.

“Um. You don’t have to,” you say, because he’s a stranger. He cocks his head to study you. It looks like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t push.

“Offer’s open, doll,” he shrugs. Some other members come up to him, Steve, and Joaquin and congratulate them on their set so you quietly slip away.

You don’t know anyone else here, and it’s kind of awkward to be by yourself so you start wandering around. When you round a bus, you nearly smack into the drummer from Bucky’s band and you yelp as you both jump back.

“Sorry!” you both say at the same time before the sandy-haired man smiles and waves before walking past you. You notice that he’d dropped something - though it was small and black making it hard to tell what it was.

“Hey!” you shout at him, but he doesn’t turn around, instead heading back to his bus. You pick up the item, a transmitter of some sort, and try to catch up to him. You can’t seem to find him and the bassist had also left her spot so you approach the bus. The door is completely open but you knock on the frame anyway.

“Hello?” There’s no sound inside so you think about leaving it where he can find it easily.

“Takin’ me up on my offer?” You startle at the sudden voice behind you.

“Actually, your dummer dropped this,” you explain, thankful to at least hand it back to someone. “I tried to get his attention but I don’t think he could hear me, and then I kinda lost him in the crowd.”

“Don’t be offended, he probably took his hearing aids out,” Bucky tells you easily. “Thanks for bringing this back though, Sharon woulda fuckin’ killed him.”

“Hearing aids?” You can’t help but blurt out. “Wow.”

Bucky beams proudly as he tells you about his friend, Clint, how gifted of a drummer he is and how even losing most of his hearing never stopped him.

“That’s amazing,” you say, a genuine smile for his story and how much he was beaming just talking about Clint. Just then a gust of wind blows, and your jean shorts and t-shirt aren’t cutting it.

“C’mon, before you freeze,” Bucky jerks his head toward the tour bus and fuck it. You hop aboard, Bucky following you. He places the transmitter on the kitchenette table, looking hilariously giant in the cramped space.

“You come here often?”

“Did you just use the oldest pick up line of all time?” You scrunch your nose at him, liking the sound of his laugh.

“Is it working?”

“Not at all.”

“Then I’m just asking out of genuine curiosity,” he bats his eyelashes. They’re so pretty, you think to yourself.

“I used to. Less often now, but when I hear someone good is playing, I show up.”

He arches an eyebrow at you.

“Cap Quartet, I mean. Obviously. They don’t scream as much as you do,” you add, and you find yourself relaxing with Bucky as he takes all your jokes and jabs in stride as he tickles you for the slight.

“You hurt my feelings, doll,” he says, all smiles and sharp teeth.

“How ever could I make it up to you?” You find yourself flirting with him.

“Maybe you could scream for me this time,” he suggests, leaning in closer with a tilt of his head, eyes searching yours for a sign.

“Yeah?” You ask a little breathlessly, forgetting how to breathe as you two inch into each other’s spaces now.

“Yeah,” his lips just grazing against your neck. “Didn’t you enjoy that last song I sang for you?”

“For me?” You ask incredulously, making Bucky grin at you.

“Ya heard me, doll. For you,” he repeats. “It seemed like you enjoyed it..”

Whatever thought you’d had about him flirting with you was more or less solidified now, and it was making your body rebel against you. You lick your lips subconsciously before you answer. “Maybe.”

“Especially that bit… about wanting to be your master.”

You involuntarily hold your breath, legs squeezing together. It’s impossible not to imagine Bucky over you, pinning you down as he commands you to do as he wants.

“Or… maybe it was that bit about wanting to be your slave?”

The breath you let out is shaky, matching your trembling hands that are balled into fists across your lap.

Bucky’s eyes darken, and you’re not really sure who made the first move, but you’re suddenly kissing furiously, hands tangled in each other’s hair and clothes.

“Christ, I’ve wanted this since I first fuckin’ saw you,” Bucky tells you, pulling you into his lap, where you can feel his dick hardening through his shorts. It’s embarrassing how fast you get on board, your pussy quivering at the thought of being touched for the first time in too long.

“Tell me what you need, pretty little thing,” he nibbles at your bottom lip. “God, I wanna take you apart, wanna do anythin’ you want.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “That. Want that, too. Want you to fuck me.”

His lips curl into a smile against yours as he lifts you easily to tumble into a bottom bunk. “Yes, master.”

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[kandisheek]

I’m sorry to hear you’re in a writing lull :(

I have to write an excerpt for Uni and I need a distraction sooo how about “college campus coffee” for Bucky/Tony? If that’s enough of a prompt for you :D ✨☕️

Thank you!

One distraction, coming right up! Good luck on your excerpt <3

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Bucky could hear music blaring before he even entered the engineering lab. Tony himself was hunched over his workbench in the back, obviously right in the middle of something, so Bucky took his time looking at the half-finished projects strewn around the tables. He nodded at Rhodey and Bruce as he walked past, smiling at the little bobbing dance Tony was doing to the music as he worked.

He knew better than to startle Tony when he had a soldering iron in his hand, so he walked around the bench, sitting down on the opposite side to watch. Tony didn’t seem to notice until Bucky popped the cap off the styrofoam cup he was holding and waited the few seconds it took for Tony to register the smell.

“Huh?” Tony looked up at the cup first, then met Bucky’s eyes with a wide grin. “Hey! When did you get here?”

“Just now,” he said, handing the coffee to Tony who took it with obvious glee. “What are you working on?”

“Particle accelerator,” Tony said, sipping the coffee as he looked up at Bucky from under his eyelashes. “But you’re not here to talk science, are you?”

Bucky smiled. “Sure I am. Tell me all about the transistors and the, uh – circuits and the –”

“Oh, shut up,” Tony laughed, reaching across the bench to grab Bucky’s hand. “Let’s go for a walk. I could use a break.”

Bucky gasped, putting a hand on his chest. “A break? You?”

“You’re right. What was I thinking?” Tony pulled away, picking up a screwdriver. “Thanks for the coffee, I’ll just –”

“Oh no, you don’t.” Bucky walked around the bench to hook his arms through Tony’s and drag him off the chair. “Break time. Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?” Tony asked, tilting his head back to look at him innocently, even as he made Bucky support his entire weight by refusing to stand up properly. “Cause for a second there, it sounded like -”

“I’ll buy you lunch.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed. “Are you suggesting that I can be bought?”

“And another coffee,” Bucky said, and Tony’s eyes lit up as he practically bounced to his feet, dragging Bucky along by the hand.

“I’m going out!” he shouted to the rest of the room. “Don’t break anything while I’m gone!”

“I don’t want to hear that from you,” Rhodey called after them, prompting Tony to flip him the bird. Bucky chuckled.

“Did you mess with his equipment again?”

Tony scoffed. “You drop a man’s project one time, and he’ll never let you forget it. I stayed all night to fix it after. And it worked much better than before. Ungrateful bastard.”

Bucky laughed, pulling Tony in so he could wrap an arm around his shoulders, nuzzling his temple. “He’s just teasing you because you’re smarter than him.”

Tony turned in his arms, trying to tug him back towards the lab. “Say that again, but louder. Hey, Rhodey!”

“Stop,” Bucky laughed, swinging Tony back on course with a firm grip on his waist. “Coffee first. Trolling your lab partners after.”

“A man after my own heart,” Tony said, batting his lashes at him, and Bucky smiled, leaning down for a kiss.

“And don’t you forget it.”

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