#bucky: sam. sammy. i'm here. what's wrong

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Steve while he's on the run and sticks by him. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

7. The Calm

Warnings: swearing, angst, dirty thoughts

"I want her contact information yesterday"

Steve's attempt to yell gave him a coughing fit, Sam gave him some water and rubbed his back until the coughing calmed.

Once he was sure Steve was alright, Sam shook his head "No Steve, I can't give you her info. She doesn't want to talk to you."

Steve looked at him sadly "But it's my kid, Sam. Even after what happened I still deserve-"

"By what happened you mean how you left her for Peggy? What about what Y/N deserves? Did she deserve to be left like that? Without even a warning? You know I'm not good with what you did."

Sam got up to leave "I shouldn't have told you. You already had your happily ever after, at her expense. Just forget about her and enjoy your retirement."

"Fine Sam, just go. I'll get it out of Bucky." Steve called out weakly.

Sam swore and called Bucky as soon as he got in his car but got his voicemail and left a brief message.

Y/N was trying to build the crib she had bought, and wasn't doing great at it, when she heard a knock at her door. Her stomach dropped, like it did every time she heard someone at the door since she saw Bucky.

She wasn't thrilled to see Bucky now but was relieved it wasn't Steve. "What do you want Bucky? I'm busy."

"Hi Doll. I wanted to see how you were doing."

She scoffed "Obviously I'm fine so you can leave now."

Bucky shook his head "I'm so sorry. I had to come warn you. I didn't mean to but I messed up and told Sam that I saw you. I told him to keep Steve out of it but you know how he is."

Her eyes grew wide "You did what?!" She screeched and slapped him "What the Hell is wrong with you? I can't deal with him."

Her chest tightened and felt like she couldn't get enough air and she started hyperventilating "P p please Bucky. She's mine!"

Bucky caught her as her knees buckled, smoothly sitting on the couch and pulling her into his lap "Hey, hey it's ok doll. I've got you. I'll help, however you need me. I'm here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" he whispered into her hair and rubbed her back gently until her breathing calmed.

Y/N tried to get up but between Bucky's hug and her own growing body, could barely move. She tugged on his jacket "You can let go, I'm alright."

Bucky reluctantly eased his grip "Please just let me know what I can do. I'll help you move away or whatever you need."

She shook her head "I can't leave, I'm carrying a super soldier baby and need a doctor with experience with enhanceds. Besides, the only friend I have left is Pepper."

She glared at him "I wish I could say I can't believe you told Sam or that Sam would tell Steve but I can't. I'm pretty sure the three of you share a brain."

She thought for a moment and sighed "Are you any good at putting things together? I've been fighting with that damn crib since yesterday."

Bucky grinned "I'm pretty handy, lead the way."

"Don't get cocky, I'm still pissed at you and if Steve does show up you get to fight him off for me."

Bucky smirked "I guess that means I'm staying here for now."

She stopped and he almost bumped into her "I don't think so, Barnes. I don't need you lurking around my home. Pepper and Happy made sure I have the best security money can buy, I'd be pretty impressed if Steve or even you, could get past it."

"How am I supposed to keep Steve away from you if I'm not with you? You know I-" he stopped when her phone rang.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen 'Sammy'. She shook her head "Oh look, it's Curly. $20 says he told Moe."

She took a deep breath and answered "Hey Sammy, what's up?"

"Hey Y/N, is the cyborg there? He's not answering his phone."

She snickered "Of course Larry is here, Curly. I take it you told Moe? You three are worse than teenagers.

What do you need, Sam?"

Sam sighed "I screwed up, I'm sorry. I think Steve deserved to know but I refuse to give him your contact info."

Y/N scoffed "Yeah, how did you get my contact info? You guys really suck at respecting boundaries, you know? And I'm full up on whatever the great Steve Rogers deserves. I appreciate you not giving him my info but you aren't the only spy he knows. He will find a way."

"I know, I was trying to do the right thing. Still am."

"Right by who, Sam? You know, it doesn't matter. It's done now. I just need to figure things out."

She hung up the phone while Sam was still talking and went to check on Bucky and the crib. She scoffed when she saw he was almost done and it actually looked like the picture.

Bucky looked up at her and grinned before tightening the last screws "How's it look?"

She sighed "Like the picture, asshole. Don't forget to clean up your mess here."

He laughed "That mess was already here when I got here but I'll take care of it anyways."

Y/N left the room grumbling under her breath. "Mister fuckin smart ass super soldier fixes shit I spent all morning on Telling his asshole friends my business and thinks we're all good now."

"To be fair I'm not the one who told Steve and I-"

"Are you sure that's the hill you want to die on? Your actions led to him finding out and that's more stress on this already very high risk pregnancy, so don't fucking nit pick on me."

Bucky put his hands up in surrender "Ok, ok, ok. You're right. I'm sorry, I fucked up. What else can I help you with?"

She lowered herself into a cushioned rocking chair and stretched her legs out. "Well" she thought for a moment, making Bucky nervous "Why don't you bring my foot stool over so I can put my feet up. I'll order lunch. Pepperoni pizza ok? Good."

Bucky found her foot rest, brought it over and gently set her feet up on it, noticing that they were pretty swollen. He sat on her coffee table, gently picked up one foot and started massaging it.

It tickled at first and she tried not to giggle but then he hit the aching arch of her foot and she couldn't hold back a moan, jerking her foot back when she realized.

Bucky smirked and gently pulled the foot back into his lap "It's ok doll, I won't judge. You have any lotion?"

She pointed at the coffee table behind him, he grabbed the lotion, put some on his hand, warmed it up and got back to work.

He didn't mention how touching her skin, feeling her warmth and hearing that moan made him twitch, figuring she wouldn't appreciate it.

After a few minutes, he took her other foot and she looked at him curiously "I'll probably regret asking but where did you learn foot massage? Some kind of Hydra torture method?"

Bucky laughed out loud, throwing his head back and her core clenched at the sound. She noticed how he scrunched up his nose and wanted to touch his face. Or his-. She stopped that train of thought, convincing herself it was just pregnancy hormone induced desire, any man could cause it.

When his laugh calmed she looked away and he cleared his throat "When I was a kid around 10, and my mom was pregnant with my sister Rebecca, she had to work at a drug store after my dad died. Being on her feet all day while pregnant was rough, especially in the later months. I would have dinner ready when she came home and after we ate she would read to me while I rubbed her feet." He choked up a little "She said that our evenings together and those footrubs helped her keep going when things got bad. After Becca was born we kept the routine. She loved reading."

Y/N looked at him sadly and tried to lean forward to wipe a tear off of his face but couldn't reach past her belly and started laughing at herself. A little hysterical. Laughing at him, herself, Sam. She tried to breathe and calm down but it only got worse.

Bucky was beaming, her laugh was beautiful and he promised himself he would do everything he could to make her laugh every day.

He couldn't help but laugh too until he saw her glaring at him again and stopped. "What?"

"What the Hell Barnes? You laughing because the fat pregnant lady can't reach you? That's fucked up."

Buckys face paled and he panicked, they were doing so well. His heart raced "Nn no nonono, doll I wasn't laughing at you, I was- I mean I'm sor-" he looked down.

She poked his leg with her toe and when he looked up her smile was blinding "Gotcha!" and laughed out loud.

Bucky grinned "That's not playing fair, honey. I can't get back at a pregnant woman."

Y/N shook her head "Nope. Don't you even pull that 'fair' crap on me. You owe me big time Barnes and I'll joke on you whenever the mood strikes."

He nodded "Fair enough. I'll be your metaphorical punching bag for now."

She laughed and gently punched his right arm "Who said it would be metaphorical?"

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Over the next few weeks Bucky spent more time at Y/N's brownstone in Queens than his own apartment. He had put together all the baby furniture, painted and helped her organize the babys room, ran all her errands except doctors appointments that he took her to, cleaned and cooked plus rubbing her feet and lower back every night.

Sam came over a couple of times and brought offerings for the baby plus flowers and chocolate for Y/N.

It was a fragile sort of peace that all three of them knew couldn't last. Something was bubbling up and when it boiled over things were going to get messy.

Bucky still hadn't spoken to Steve and didn't really want to. Steve called him a couple of times but Bucky never picked it up or responded to any messages.

Steve started off refusing Sam's calls, then blocked him and when Sam stopped by, Steve's live in nurse always insisted he wasn't feeling well.

Y/N tried not to think about it too much, the pregnancy itself was stressful enough. She had to get check ups every week to be sure and catch any problems early. Judging by her size, weight gain and ultrasound pics Helen Cho figured the baby was over 7lbs already, lungs fully developed, and Y/N was only technically 6 months along. If the baby went over 9lbs they would deliver her by c-section.

She also tried not to think about how handsome Bucky was or how helpful and 'fatherly' he was being. Or how long it had been since she had sex. Or wondering if the serum had enhanced him like it had Steve. If she let herself think about it she would daydream about begging him to ruin her, about going for hours until she begged him to let her rest. She failed to not think about him fucking her into her bed and had too many dreams where he did just that but she always woke up before she finished.

They went for walks through the park to make sure she got her exercise, holding hands and receiving all the compliments on her glow, congrats on the baby, etc.

She was fine until someone commented on what a handsome couple they made and she felt the butterflies moving again, shaking her head.

Bucky just squeezed her hand and thanked them for the compliment.

They were so caught up in each other, without realizing it, that they didn't notice the person following them, taking pictures.

They definitely didn't notice the scowl on that persons face or the growl when he saw they were holding hands and how they looked at each other.

They didn't hear much over the sounds of kids playing outside. Like a bottle hitting a wall and breaking across the street as they went back into her home.

Chapter 8

#steve x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #the wrong one

[babygirl-diaz]

38 or 48 fic prompt for sambucky

((Thank you @apsiringghostmusicians! I went with 48: I called you at 2am because I need you))

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Bucky groaned as his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He pulled the pillows over his ears and tried to ignore it but it kept ringing. Tossing the pillow away, Bucky picked up the phone, ready to yell at whoever was calling him in the middle of the night.

"What?" He growled on the phone. "It's 2 AM!"

"Buck?" A familiar voice came from the other side. But the voice sounded off.

"Sam?" Concern laced Bucky's voice as he sat up on the bed.

Sam went quiet on the other end and that only grew Bucky's concern.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Bucky asked.

"I need you, Buck," Sam replied, and Bucky could tell he was crying.

"I'm on my way." Bucky got out of bed and pulled on his t-shirt and joggers. He kept the phone on as he made his way out of the room.

"Did something happen?" Bucky asked.

He and Sam were not together anymore, but if Sam needed Bucky, Bucky would be there.

Sam said nothing, but Bucky could hear his silent sobs.

Riley was supposed to be with Sam this weekend, so Bucky couldn't help but ask, "Is Riley okay?"

"Riley is fine," Sam sniffled. "She's fast asleep."

Bucky let out a sigh of relief and wore his shoes before picking up the keys. He made his out to his SUV and got in but kept the phone on.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in 15," Bucky told his former husband as he started the van.

"See you then," Sam replied and hung up.

"Sam, wait!" Bucky tried to say but couldn't. He groaned and threw the phone on the passenger seat.

None of the thoughts swirling in his head were pleasant. It scared him that something had happened to Sam and/or Riley.

Bucky reached Sam's house in record time. He practically banged on the door until Sam opened it.

As soon as Sam saw Bucky, he threw his arms around him and hugged him tight.

Bucky wrapped Sam in a warm hug and maneuvered them into the house.

Bucky could feel his t-shirt getting wet from Sam's tears and his worry only increased.

"Ba- Sam-" Bucky corrected himself "-talk to me."

Sam pulled away hesitantly and looked at Bucky. "I had a bad dream," he told him.

"Oh," said Bucky. "You wanna talk about it?"

Sam sat down on the sofa and folded his hands in front of him like a prayer. "I was soaring up in the sky, but then I saw someone falling. I got close, and I thought it was Riley- my boyfriend Riley- but it wasn't."

"Who was it then?" Bucky asked.

Sam looked up, and fresh tears filled his eyes. "You... I couldn't save you."

Bucky felt his heart skip. So Sam saw him die. No wonder he was so shaken. Despite being separated, Bucky knew Sam still loved him. It wasn't their lack of love for each other that took them away from each other. It was the opposite. They loved each other too much and Bucky couldn't deal with Sam constantly putting his life in danger. Not when they had little Riley to worry about.

Bucky crouched down in front of Sam and took his hands into his own. "I'm right here, Sammy. I'm alive and well." He reached out and touched Sam's face as Sam leaned into his touch.

"Stay the night," said Sam.

"Sam-"

"Just lie next to me. I want to know that you're safe," Sam insisted.

And Bucky didn't have the heart to say no, especially not when Sam was giving him those sad eyes. "Okay," he replied.

Sam took Bucky's hand and led him to his room. Once there, Bucky noticed that 18-month-old Riley was fast asleep in her crib. Sam did not have a second room, so he kept Riley in his own room.

"Let's bring her to bed too," Sam suggested.

He picked up Riley from the crib, who whined slightly before falling asleep again.

Sam carried Riley to the bed and put her in the middle. He then got in on the side, leaving the other side to Bucky.

Bucky got in as well and just watched his former husband and his daughter.

He reached out and took Sam's hand and intertwined their fingers together, letting their hands rest above Riley's head.

It wasn't long before they fell asleep like that.

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#SamBucky #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #TFATWS #fanfiction #aashnas drabble #ask

[omg-just-peachy]

Maybe “Usually, Sam wouldn’t consider himself a sore loser, but after getting beat in Uno for the third time in a row, Sam is seriously beginning to contemplate throwing the deck of cards right at Bucky’s face.” For the sentence game? :))

Usually, Sam wouldn’t consider himself a sore loser, but after getting beat in Uno for the third time in a row, Sam is seriously beginning to contemplate throwing the deck of cards right at Bucky’s face.

"You're doing something," Sam huffs, looking across the table at Bucky.

His boyfriend bats his eyes innocently in reply. "Doing something?" Bucky parrots. Sam knows Bucky thinks he doesn't notice, but AJ and Cass are not subtle with their conspiratorial looks, and he knows they have something going on, helping Bucky win time and again.

"You've won three games in a row," Sam points out.

"That's luck, baby," Bucky grins. "Unless... you're not accusing me of cheating are you?"

Sam glares at him. "If the shoe fits, James."

"Samuel, you wound me," Bucky says, placing his hand over his heart. "Besides, there's no way to cheat at Uno. It's a family-friendly game."

"I think you could figure out a way," Sam starts, looking from Bucky to AJ and Cass, glad that Sarah isn't here to see this. Or worse, join their shenanigans.

"I love that you think so highly of me, babe, but—"

Sam cuts him off. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I said I think you could figure out a way, but you didn't let me finish. You could figure it out... IF you had some help. And I think I know exactly who those helpers are." He lets his eyes rest on Cass, the more honest of the two, and therefore the most likely to own up to their scheme.

"What!" AJ wails. "I'm hurt, Uncle Sam. Wounded," he adds, echoing Bucky.

"Oh, please," Sam says. "There's no way Buck has that many draw fours. Plus, Buck clears his throat when he lies, and at this point he needs a lozenge. And you!" Sam turns to Cass again before continuing, "have cards in your lap!" Sam declares, pointing. There are, in fact, cards in his lap, threatening to fall from his leg to the floor.

"I—" But Cass stammers a moment too long, defenseless, then turns to look at Sam. "Sorry, Uncle Sam," he says, smiling. "But you should've seen your face," he says, cackling. He turns and accepts a high five from Bucky.

"Unbelievable! Teaching my nephews to cheat. Making them complicit in these crimes against me," Sam shakes his head, mock-disappointed.

"Sorry Sammy," Bucky says. "But he's right, the look on your face was pure gold." His eyes are shining, at ease here on the porch with Sam and the boys as the rain pours down around them, and Sam can't help it. He laughs along with them.

"Well, prepare for retribution," Sam warns, gesturing at AJ to deal a new hand. He leans over and presses a quick kiss to Bucky's lips, because he wants to, but also... just to hear the horrified squeals that come from the boys. Some things never get old.

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam/bucky #my fic #anonymous #ask things #it's about the domesticity!!

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

I Loved Her First

Bucky Barnes X Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker X Barnes!Reader

Summary: He was enough for you not long ago he was your number one, you told him so and you still mean the world to him

Warnings: none that I know of, fluff, meaningless threats father's give to their daughters boyfriend.

Song: I Loved Her First By Heartland

Look at the two of you dancin' that way lost in the moment and each other's face so much in love, you're alone in this place like there's nobody else in the world

You stared at Peter as you danced around the dance floor. Just a couple of hours after you got married. You guys met in high school, you both went to the same school. Then when he got the stark internship you guys hung out a lot more. Eventually, you started dating and your dad was against it but didn't stop it.

I was enough for her not long ago I was her number one, she told me so

"Daddy why do we have to move in with the avengers?" You asked, 10 years old. Him and Steve were able to convince Tony to let him and you move into the tower. You didn't want to though. You liked living with just your dad. Sure you didn't like living on the run but you like it just being you and him.

"Because Uncle Steve got us this opportunity and we need it Doll." Bucky said, watching you adjust your bag. "And I think you'll like having company, a lady figure in your life?"

"No, I only need you, daddy! You're my number one and I don't need a lady figure in my life!" You said pouting.

"Enough doll."

And she still means the world to me, just so you know so be careful when you hold my girl

Bucky sighed as he walked into your room, you and Peter on the bed asleep cuddling. He didn't like it, he missed being the only guy you needed. He wouldn't admit it but Peter was a good guy and he liked him but he didn't like that he was stealing his little girl. He grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed, and draped it over the two of you.

"Good night doll." He kissed the top of your head. He looked at Peter. He really had to resist the urge to move you away from him. He left the room leaving you two to sleep but he kept the door open.

Time changes everything, life must go on and I'm not gonna stand in your way

"Peter what's wrong?" Bucky asked as Peter bounced his leg nervously. Peter was there to ask for his blessing. He didn't have to do this of course, it's a bit old fashioned and rare that men ask for their girl's father's blessing but he knew Bucky was old fashioned coming from the 40s and he hoped Bucky would appreciate it. "Spit it out kid."

"Canihaveyourblessingtomarryy/n!" Peter rushed out looking anywhere but your father.

"You're gonna have to slow down I couldn't understand you." Bucky said. He caught a few words and other words sounded wrong so he heard, "can I have your lessing bury y/n." And he was really confused.

"Can I have your blessing to." Peter froze taking a deep breath. "Propose to y/n." Bucky sighed in relief.

"Yeah kid." Bucky nodded.

"I thought you hated me?" Peter blurted out in confusion.

"I don't hate you. Just don't forget I loved her first, she's my baby girl I won't hesitate to kill you if you hurt her." Bucky said.

"And I'd help!" Sam said as he walked through the common room.

"Yes sir. Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson."

But I loved her first, I held her first and a place in my heart will always be hers

Bucky walked into his newest apartment. He's on the run he doesn't stay one place long. The apartment was dirty, rough looking but he didn't care. He heard whimpering coming from the kitchen. He took slow cautious steps toward it, he saw nothing but the sobs and whimpers got louder. He opened all the cupboards before he spotted a four year old girl.

"You okay little lady?" Bucky leaned down doing his best to seem less scary. You looked at him and nodded.

"Daddy?" You asked looking at him tears in your eyes.

"No, I'm not your daddy... Doll what's your name?" He asked you. You sobbed.

"Y/n... Where's daddy? He said he would be right back!" You crawled out of the cupboard and hugged him sobbing. He tensed patting your back with his right hand hesitantly.

From the first breath she breathed when she first smiled at me I knew the love of a father runs deep

It's been a few days since he found you. He didn't know what to do, you were attached to his hip. You had to be near him. For some reason it comforted him. You didn't know what he did, didn't know his past. You saw him and felt safe. He didn't think that anyone would feel safe around him.

"Mister Bucky! Can I get a teddy?" You asked as the two of you walked through the market. You both had "disguises" on. You had a hood and sun glasses, while he had a baseball cap and sunglasses. Bucky looked toward where you were pointing, it was across the street at a thrift store. In the window was a teddy bear in a captain America suit. He looked at the money he had. Deciding he could spend a couple extra dollars on the bear he nodded.

"Sure doll. Come on." He looked down at you and you were smiling.

"Thank you!!"

And I prayed that she'd find you someday but it's still hard to give her away I loved her first

Life settled down for you and your dad when you moved into the tower. It gave him a chance to worry about the normal stuff dads worry about. Whether you were passing school, or if you were bullied. Most importantly he worried you wouldn't find a good guy, it's not as though you cared. You found boys gross, then again it was just the age you were at. He could only hope you'd find a good one.

How could that beautiful woman with you be the same freckle face kid that I knew

You walked out of the room you and your bridesmaids were getting ready in to see your dad and the groomsmen. Your dad smiled sadly.

"You look so beautiful doll." He said.

"Thank you dad." You giggled.

The one that I read all those fairytales to and tucked into bed all those nights

You couldn't sleep without a story. He didn't know any when he found you. He would tuck you into his side and a tell you what he remembered about life in the forties. Just the good stuff though. Before you even met Steve you believed him to be the coolest person ever.

"Okay stories over sleep." He rolled to his side.

And I knew the first time I saw you with her it was only a matter of time

You walked into the common room after F.R.I.D.A.Y alerted you that there was someone for you to meet. You were confused to see your friend from school, who you had a crush on was standing there.

"Peter?" You asked. Everyone looked at you.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?" Peter asked you smiled.

"I live here what are you doing here?"

"He's my intern... How do you two know each other?" Tony asked.

"School."

Bucky watched as you and Peter started talking and laughing ignoring the others. He knew guys and girls could be friends, but he had a feeling this wasn't the case.

I loved her first, I held her first and a place in my heart will always be hers

Bucky picked you up, grabbing your bag, lifting your hood before he left the apartment. You were asleep, but you guys had to move again. He just decided to carry you instead of waking you up. It's been two years since you came into his life, your 6 now.

"Daddy? What's going on?" You whined shuffling in his arms.

"We're moving again doll. Go back to sleep." He said as he walked up to a train station. You nodded resting your head on his shoulder once again. Once on the train he sat you on the seat putting a blanket that came with the seat over you.

From the first breath she breathed when she first smiled at me I knew the love of a father runs deep

"Daddy! Can I do to the park?" You pointed at a park asking to go play.

"Yeah keep your hat and sunglasses on though doll." He said walking over with you before sitting on a bench. You didn't need the disguise no one knew who you were. But it made him feel better.

"Okay daddy!" You smiled running over to the park.

And I prayed that she'd find you someday but it's still hard to give her away I loved her first

Bucky linked arms with you as here comes the bride began to play. He looked at you once more doing his best to keep the tears in. The avengers wouldn't let it down if they caught him crying.

"I love you doll." He whispered before you began down the aisle.

From the first breath she breathed when she first smiled at me

"We have an announcement!" You said as you walked into the compound with Peter. "Friday call everyone to the living room please!" You were going to give your dad a shirt to announce this so you had a present. Peter had something for Tony as well.

"Hey doll." Bucky smiled at you giving you a hug as he walked in, Steve and Sam following.

"Hi dad! Sit down!" You said as you hugged Steve, then Sam. Soon everyone was piled on the couch.

"We have things for Mr. Stark and Mr-." Peter began but Bucky game him a look. "And Bucky."

"The why are we here?" Sam asked. "Did you get us something?"

"Uncle Sammy." You said.

"Sorry little Barnes." He gave you a smile. You rolled your eyes, before you and Peter pulled the gifts out and handed them to their respective person.

"Open them at the same time!" Peter said.

Bucky looked at you cautiously before he unwrapped his while Tony opened his. Bucky pulled out a shirt, while won't pulled out a baby onesie.

"Why did you get me a baby onesie? Morgan grew out of these." Tony said.

"Read them."

"The best dad's get promoted to grandpa." Bucky read. "Wait! Your? I'm gonna be a grandfather!"

"Mr. Stark read yours!"

"Ironman is my grandpa. Are you calling me old?" Tony asked.

"Your going to be grandfathers! And you are old."

"Congrats you two." Steve said smiling.

"I'm gonna be their favorite uncle!" Sam exclaimed.

I knew the love of a father runs deep someday you might know what I'm goin' through when a miracle smiles up at you I loved her first

A/n: would tony even be the kid’s grandpa? probably not but whatever.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #peter parker #peter parker x barnes!reader #tom holland's spiderman #spiderman #stan lee #Sebastian stan #winter soldier #avengers

[straightupsickfics]

can you please write Sarah and Bucky tag-team caring for Sam who has a cold and just won’t rest?

oh, i just love this prompt, anon <3 so much that i ended up writing ~1.7k of Sam getting cuddles and soup 🥺

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"Sammy, I love you, but please for the love of god, sit down," Bucky says with a huff, wrapping an arm around Sam's waist before he gets any further. "Take a break, alright?"

Sam's been on a cleaning spree all morning, sneezing into his elbow and sighing, trying to catch his breath. He gets like this when he's just getting sick: extra sensitive to dust and scents and even cleaning products, which means, yeah, he definitely should be taking a break right about now. The only problem is, of course, that Bucky's boyfriend is notoriously stubborn about things like that, and he's made it his personal mission to catch up on just about everything this morning.

"I'm fine," Sam argues immediately, though Bucky sees the way he winces when he swallows, knows that the sore throat will all too soon turn into congestion, more coughing, and the kind of relentless sneezing fits that always plague Sam when he's sick. It's a slow progression, but once it hits, Sam will be miserable, and Bucky's just trying to preempt all that.

"Don't make me call your sister. You know I'll do it," Bucky threatens, playfully.

"You wouldn't." Sam swallows again, winces again, then sighs. "I feel like a swallowed one of your damn knives."

"I sincerely hope you didn't," Bucky tells him. Then, in one fell swoop, he lifts Sam up and into his arms like he weighs nothing at all, and sits them both on the couch, Sam half on Bucky's lap, half on the couch.

"What is your endgame? You can't keep me here," Sam tells him. "We need food. I have to go grocery shopping, and you have to mow the lawn. It's gonna be like Little Shop of Horrors out there soon, there's been so much rain."

There's no rain today, though, and Bucky knows it's probably killing Sam not to enjoy the beautiful day, grabbing the boys for a day at the park, or whiffle ball, or a barbecue once they're done their errands.

"That's what things like Instacart are for," Bucky reminds him. "And I can't mow the lawn until you agree to take it easy today," he says petulantly. "And I'm afraid I just don't trust you to do that."

"I'm f-fine," Sam says firmly, pressing his lips together into a thin line before giving up and scrubbing at his nose.

"Something wrong?" Bucky teases.

"No," Sam says on a shaky breath, rubbing at his flaring nostril again.

"Oh," Bucky nods, "good, okay." He leans up and presses an impossibly soft kiss to the bridge of Sam's nose, smiling when Sam shakes his head as a sneeze shivers through him. He turns away from Bucky as his breath catches, pulling the collar of his shirt up and sneezing harshly.

"h’hhTCHUSHhh!"

"Bless you!" Bucky offers innocently.

"I hate you," Sam says, sniffling.

"You sure can try," Bucky shrugs, then presses a kiss to Sam's cheek in apology.

Sam rolls his eyes just as a knock sounds at the front door, following by the unmistakeable sound of Sarah Wilson.

"Anybody home?" She calls from the foyer, making her way down the hallway and into the living room where Sam is still half-perched on Bucky's lap. She rolls her eyes when she sees them, but laughs when Sam scrambles to remove himself from Bucky's lap, like a teenager caught by his parents.

"You really called her?" Sam asks. He looks between Bucky and Sarah, shaking his head in disbelief. "I am fine. I'm getting a cold, not the plague."

"Technically, I texted her," Bucky explains.

"And with you they're one and the same," Sarah reminds him. "Your man here is gonna go get the ingredient's for mama's vegetable soup. You can go ahead and act like I'm not here if it makes you feel better."

"Soup? It is eighty-five degrees out," Sam points out.

"Cooler in here," Bucky says. "Air conditioning, a gift of the modern world."

Sam clears his throat instead of arguing, and ends up coughing into his elbow for a good few seconds before looking up at Sarah and Bucky again, irritated tears shining in his eyes.

"You were saying?" Sarah asks, looking at Bucky and mouthing go before turning back to her brother.

"I can't believe you're ganging up on me," Sam sighs.

"Be nice to Sarah," Bucky says, kissing Sam on the cheek again. "I'll be back."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam says, but Bucky can see him starting to soften.

****

When Bucky gets back with the promised ingredients, along with Gatorade, Sam's favorite death by chocolate ice cream for later, and a thank you bouquet for Sarah, Sam looks like he's starting to feel every one of his cold symptoms.

He's stretched out on the couch, eyes half-closed as he pretends to watch a baseball game on TV. Bucky knows he's only pretending to watch because he can see the shallow breaths Sam keeps taking, knows that all of his focus is on stopping the sneeze that's currently tormenting him.

"Who's winning?" Bucky asks from the doorway, distracting him.

"Huhh! hhh’DTshh! Snf! Ugh."

"Bless you!"

"Thanks," Sam sighs. "Come here a minute?"

"Oh? Not mad at me anymore?" Bucky asks, smiling as he joins Sam on the couch.

"Still mad," Sam tells him, but there's no conviction in his voice. Besides, Bucky knows that once Sam can finally give in and admit that he's sick, he's soft as a marshmallow, seeking out attention and hugs the way he almost never does when he's healthy. Predictably, Sam wraps himself around Bucky as soon as he sits down, tucking his face into his neck and sighing, the sound congestion and warm on Bucky's skin.

"I missed you, too," Bucky teases, stroking the back of Sam's neck. It's warm from the pillow and soft as ever, and he just hugs Sam to him for a minute, enjoying the closeness despite the heat of the day.

"Sarah's starting on the soup," Bucky tells him finally. "She said she only trusted me to cut the vegetables, and she'll take it from here."

"Sounds about right," Sam tells him, rubbing at his face. He's starting to look tired and itchy all over. "She doesn't trust anyone with that recipe."

"Well, as long as it's not just me," Bucky says.

"Nah," Sam shakes his head. "You're family now, but you still gotta earn that kind of secret."

The words echo in Bucky's head, an unexpected rush of emotion catching in his throat. You're family now.

"I'll do my best," Bucky says after a beat too long.

"You're not getting weepy on me are you, Buck?" Sam asks.

"Nope, I'm all good now that someone decided they could finally relax."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam sighs.

"I'll go check on the soup, alright?" Bucky extricates himself from Sam's arms, smiling when Sam gives a little huff of disappointment. "I'll be right back."

The kitchen smells wonderful: warm and homey and just a little spicy.

"How's the patient?" Sarah asks when Bucky enters.

"Good, actually," Bucky tells her. "Watching baseball."

As if on cue, though, they hear the muffled sound of Sam sneezing. "uhhCHushh! Huh! TCHushhoo!”

"Bless you!" They call out in unison.

Sam's thank you sounds distinctly stuffy, though, and Bucky makes a face as Sarah stirs the soup.

"This'll be ready soon if you wanna pull down some bowls and grab some spoons. We can eat in the living room. Don't tell the boys though," Sarah smiles. They have a distinct No-TV-During-Dinner rule at the Wilson house, Bucky knows, and promises their secret is safe with him.

When they return to the living, bowls of soup in hand, Sam looks grateful to see them. He tugs Bucky down onto the couch beside him, murmuring something about body heat that makes Bucky laugh. He'll never go as far as saying he's like Sam like this, because he'd never want him to be sick, but he certainly doesn't mind this tactile side of Sam, who, once he stopped fighting, wants nothing more than Bucky to sit with him.

They eat the soup and watch the game, Bucky's metal hand resting on Sam's thigh, as they eat, though he reaches up and strokes his back when the spice and the steam start to make his nose run.

"Here," Bucky says eventually, getting up and grabbing a tissue box from the mantle and passing it to Sam. He takes it gratefully, apologizing as he blows his nose a good few times before taking another bite.

"Thanks for this," Sam says when they're done. He nods at the soup, but rolls his eyes when Bucky and Sarah exchange a conspiratorial look. "I still do not appreciate the covert ops that led to it, though," Sam adds.

"Covert ops," Bucky repeats, laughing. "You have a cold, baby, this isn't some top secret mission."

Sam's softens all over again at the casual use of the word baby, tucking his face into Bucky's shoulder.

"With that, I think I'll take my leave," Sarah says, standing. "Keep that up and you'll be sick next, lover boy," she warns Bucky. "I gotta go get the boy's from their friend's house. Call me if you need anything," she tells Sam.

"Thanks again," Bucky tells her. "Seriously."

"Any time," she says, disappearing down the hallway.

After she leaves, quiet settles between Sam and Bucky, the sun starting to sink lower in the sky as the day comes to an end. The living room is painted a soft yellow in the fading sun, and Sam's starting to look tired, his eyes half-lidded and sleepy.

"I'll clean up," Bucky says, "then we can watch something. Maybe that LEGO show you like."

"You like that," Sam points out. "But yeah, let's watch that. Cleaning up can wait, though, isn't that what you told me earlier?"

Bucky rolls his eyes, but nods. "Using my words against me I see," but he doesn't argue when Sam sniffles a few times, then rests his head on Bucky's shoulder, settling in as the judges tell the remaining contestants about this week's challenge.

Before long, Bucky knows, Sam would be asleep against him, snoring softly. He settles in, wrapping an arms around Sam's waist and tugging another blanket down from the back of the couch, covering them both as the TV plays softly.

#anonymous #my fic #sam//bucky #i love them so much i dont think you understaaaand 🥺

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Bucky [walking into the bathroom]: Hey, have you seen my can of whipped cream?

Sam [halfway through shaving his face]: Your what now?

55 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 04:29:33 GMT

#4

Sam: *gives impassioned speech to sway the GRC*

Bucky: I’m gonna buy this man an engagement ring so big he can’t lift his fucking hand.

65 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 06:39:09 GMT

#3

Bucky [at the hospital]: I'm here to see my husband.

Receptionist: And your husband is...?

Bucky: You must be new here.

Sam [down the hall on crutches]: Babe! [trips]

Bucky: That would be the love of my life. Coming, Sammy!

97 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 03:01:57 GMT

#2

Sam: My husband and I have agreed to never go to bed angry at each other.

Bucky: We've been awake since Friday.

Sam: Well if SOMEONE would just admit they were WRONG-

256 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 03:37:19 GMT

#1

Sam: I don't think we can mansplain, manipulate or manwhore our way out of this one.

Bucky: [cracks his knuckles]

Bucky: Manslaughter it is.

598 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 03:18:43 GMT

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#our year in review! #not an incorrect quote

[sebbytrash]

Ok I love those prompts and you know I'm a psycho bastard so here's my request. Sam and Bucky and Reader (any pairing or no pairing, I just want both of them in it) using a mix of 3, 5, 13, 21, and 22. (Any or all prompts.) love the way you write those two in every context so do you baby boo 💜💜

3. “Why are you unbuttoning your pants?”

5. “Give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous.”

13. “My thing is, I don’t give a shit.” 

21. “They’re really getting boned by fate right now.”

22. “If you’re gonna kill a bunch of people, might as well have fun with it.”

Sam x Reader 

(Canon typical violence, mentions of death, poor attempt at humor.)

You drop unceremoniously onto the couch beside Bucky, a loud sigh follows you down and brings his eyes to yours. You scrunch your face at him, doing your best to convey your mood. He simply rolls his eyes and stuffs a fistful of cheetos into his mouth.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what’s wrong?” You whine, batting your eyes for effect even though you know it’ll have none.

“My thing is, I don’t give a shit.” 

“Bucky...” You reach a new decibel, twist your voice that way you know he hates. 

He sighs, like a long suffering parent, and turns to you. 

“What’s got your face lookin’ like that?” He pokes your cheek and then goes back to eating the packet of cheetos like he didn’t just wipe his cheeto fingers on your face. 

“Thanks.” You deadpan whilst wiping it, “Well, if you must know, Buckeroo, Sam just got called away on Recon.”

“So?” He doesn’t even turn to see the way you are jutting out your lip for effect, bastard. 

“I had plans.” A half nod, another handful of cheetos and then resumes his place, ignoring your very delicate feelings and flipping through the channels.

“Sexy plans.” You wiggle your fingers in front of his face, gaining his full attention. 

 He pretends to barf into his bag like the very mature man he is and then smirks, “Feeling a little frustrated, are we?” 

“We all got needs, my friend.” You pat him on the head, comically sad and then, very seriously ask, “What am I supposed to do with all that energy, now?” 

“Gimme a heads up if you start to feel murderous, like last time.” He says, coughs that last bit under his breath and laughs when you smack his shoulder in faux offence. He’s probably not exaggerating, though. 

“You two, with me.” Steve appears, stern and mission ready, “Recon turned into a rescue op. You’re needed.” 

“Ah, the fates have answered.” You raise your hands up in thanks and Bucky’s laughter follows you out the room. 

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“Seven” You say into your Comms, mostly for Bucky.

“Nine.” He responds, a gleeful edge to his voice.

“Urgh. I hate you.” You huff back at him, scanning the room for any potential targets that might up your score.

“Is it absolutely necessary for you two to turn this into a competition?” Sam asks, both amused and exasperated at the same time.

“Hey, if you’re gonna kill a bunch of people, might as well have fun with it.” You respond, and whistle, once and sharp so that they come to you instead, working smarter, not harder. “Eight. Nine. Ten” The shots ring out, two returned that you dodge with a move that knocks your shoulder.

“I mean, can we call them people?” Bucky asks, his breaths coming through in sharp bursts that lets you know hes running.

Another assailant appears on your peripherals followed closely by Bucky. You fire off a quick shot that misses him but somehow cracks the wall behind him and catches him in the knee. He stumbles forward with a shout and pitches out the window and straight onto two of his colleagues, taking them all out in one neat bundle. 

“Wow, these guys are really getting boned by fate.” Bucky remarks, as he peers out the now broken window down at them.

“I mean, they are practically doing the job for us at this point.” You agree, and then add, “Next point gets dibs on the Hot Tub?”

“You’re on.” His smile damn near splits his face

“Guys...” Sam, weary as ever, “Can we at least try to be professional?” 

“Sorry baby.” You respond sweetly.

“Yeah, sorry, honey.” Bucky says, just as sweet and then lunges to avoid a shoulder you aim his way with a laugh.

You spot movement and take the chance at a quick victory, “Aaaaaaaand, eleven!” 

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“I can’t believe all of that was for this.” Sam rolls his eyes affectionately, letting himself be forcibly dragged  to the Tub, “Couldn’t you just flip a coin or something?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You wag your brows at him and earn another of those buttery laughs. You turn and start to undress.

“Why are you unbuttoning your pants?” He asks, but takes an involuntary step towards you anyway like he already knows. 

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” You climb into the tub with a grin, “I have plans.”

Turning to face him, you tilt back enough to let the water envelope you and stand enough so that he can track the drops with his eyes as the run down your now very naked body. 

“Aren’t you joining me, Sammy?” The edge of your smile razor sharp.

He all but leaps into it beside you, his lips swallow up the laugh the might follow and show you the plans he has of his own. 

#manawhaat #kale answers #sam x reader #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson drabble #kale writes

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Tampered [3/?]

Sam Wilson x cis fem! reader

Warnings: Spoilers for TFAWS. Mentions of blood, alcohol poisoning, graphic mentions of violence. This is the first time I'm ever writing something like this, so I'm open to constructive criticism.

Word count: 4.3 k ish.

Read Part 1 and Part 2 here.

2000

Dull pain thrummed between your eyes as the butt of the gun connected your forehead, almost making your vision black. It felt like needles pricking the skin all at once. You had to finish the mission. Your recovered, maintaining your balance back again, ignoring the pulsing pain, gripping the knife tucked in behind the belt, you dodged the punch aimed at your gut. You kicked your feet off the wall behind, as the boost gave you enough height to strike down the enemy, slashing his neck open right by the artery. Killing the very last attacker in the room. He slumps down with a thud, with blood splaying everywhere.

As the adrenaline rush wearied off, you were hungry now rather than being nervous about your mission. It was your duty to clear off the path for the Soldat and always look behind his back, just in case. More like a worm pierced onto the fishing hook for fishing. It was more like being assigned to be a bait for clearing the path.

You had to report back to the assigned rendezvous point, as you were told to be, but hunger made your ears ring. You did not have time to dwell upon in the middle of the mission, but the sweet aroma of freshly baked, warm bread and the sight of a boy around your age licking his fingers as he gobbled down plum pie definitely wanted you to think twice. Searing waves of hunger pangs hit, subconsciously leading your feet towards the boy. Hearing another set of footsteps approaching, you tried to shimmy behind the garbage bin behind, only to be yanked out by the man you never wanted to deal with.

The Soldat.

He looked down at you with his eyes reflecting no expression behind the mask. He dragged you by your hand as you protested.

“Let me go!” you trashed in, kicking and grunting against his firm grip.

‘Салдат, принеси с собой цечку, немедленно.,’ You heard the voice on the other side through the earpiece.

“N-No, No, I don’t want to go, it is so dark and p—please.” Blood was rushing to your head all at once, pulsing every beat. You didn’t want to go back. You wanted to stall as the feeling of fear overwhelmed sank into the gut.

Confusion was written all over his face; you could sense his hesitation. Previous mission with the Soldat ended up with him screaming for minutes in pain and agony when he had disobeyed. The people in the base never threatened but always made sure that you were present during the electroconvulsive therapy and when he was kept in cryo till the next session.

Shifting weight from one leg to another, your heart lurched, and your stomach tugged as you were closer to the destination. He was bruised and was limping by the time he had found you, but now he was straight up rigid, listening to the command. You remembered his gut-wrenching screams piercing in, and he took you back to the rendezvous point before the cleaning crew showed up.

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” where he was pressing all the wrong buttons. Zemo was one of those only men; you were eager to know what was going on in his head.

Here he was playing the role of sugar-daddy, prodding over. What was more important was how Bucky never told you that your neighbour Nakajima was one of the people on the list of his amends. It was on you that you had expected him to tell you; he had no obligation that he had to.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky let-go of Zemo’s neck.

Sam visibly tensed up, looking at them, “I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

So, this was the reason why he wanted to move in.

Part of you was disappointed, but you had no right to have expectations. It was his own decision, and you had to respect it.

On the other hand, it was Zemo. It made you wondering for a while about how he was able to sit in the same room as you did. He should be angry, angry for rotting in prison after avenging his family’s death. This guy was surely a good spy and was very skilled; this was another reason you had to keep an eye on him.

Zemo devised a plan, laying out different people to meet in and around, starting from Madripoor. The city that had loose laws hence had better leverage for things to go according to him.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo let Bucky know.

“That is not going to work.”, this plan was going to fail; Bucky can become the Winter Soldier but cannot act like one.

“And why would you say that?” his interest piqued. He obviously knew this better than anyone else. If this was one of his mind-games to rile you up, it was not happening anymore.

“Well, it was something that he was conditioned to do in his subconscious. Not in his real-time. He does not know to pretend like one.”

“Alas, we do not have a better plan, do we?” he replied back.

Knives, Check.

Guns, Check.

You found yourself scrolling aimlessly through the local television, making sure that your eyes did not skitter over to the suit that was draped over him, fitting neat and tight.

Holy fucking shit.

You had to physically make sure that you were not watching him, straining your vision onto the screen. He looked like a mafia drug lord. You knew that you would be floored if he had opted to wear the shirt with his sleeves rolled up. You wanted to have more of the Sambal and rice that was served in the morning. The appetite had appeared out of nowhere.

“Alright, I’ll be leaving now. Ping me when you’re done with your business or in case of an emergency. I’ll be looking over from the second floor, from the lodge opposite to the pub.” Part of you did not trust Zemo, but you were sure that Sam and Bucky would be able to handle themselves.

Mentally slapped yourself, ignoring the looks thrown at you. All of this would be over for once and all if the plan had worked out, and you would tell Sam that you would be leaving.

Putting the food on the plate you waited, you made sure that table was all set up before Sam came back from his jog. Things were awkward, to say the least, and tiring as well. You couldn’t care less about how people showed false compassion at Nat’s funeral, making you roll your eyes. One thing that always made you regret that you did not have anything that belonged to Nat other than her memories. Everything had burned down once Bruce snapped, even before the team could comprehend her death. It was so unfair that everything that belonged to her had been destroyed, wiping out her entire existence as if she had never existed in the first place.

Another headache was pulsing in, beating in the hollow space with every heartbeat. You heard the door slam shut, reminding you that Sam had indeed returned from the run. Here you were, preparing breakfast, soaking in the domesticity in the world where she was already forgotten. She deserved to live, live a good life after all of this with Steve. Sunlight shimmying into the house made it look like the future that you had always wanted. This was too good to be true; the team was still recovering from the loss.

Sam and you both were still managing to barely keep the relationship tied together as the honeymoon phase after the blip had ended. The real world was settling in. You had seen him struggling to set into the new world, where people had moved on without him. You tried your best to ignore it because it always ended with ‘let me handle it’ ending the conversation.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”, He asked digging in, looking over for a response. “I said that the food is delicious. It is terrific.”, He reassured after seeing you cock an eyebrow.

“I appreciate it, Sammy.���, you smiled, remembering how Nat opened up to you saying that she always wanted a family with Steve, wanted a life, a life that you were living now.

“Hey, look at me.”, he hooked your chin with his finger, lifting up. “Thinking about her is not going to bring her back alright, but you can talk to me. I’m right here. It is okay, not to be okay.”, He looked at you with all sincerity that he could muster.

All you wanted was to scoff, scoff at how he was always ready to help others but dealt with his problems all by himself.

“They were supposed to get married!”, This was when the heaviness in chest grew heavy. He was physically taken back by the new information. Maybe he didn’t know about it yet.

Shit.

“And really, Sammy? I could say the same to you. I get it, alright. I get it that we both are going through a tough phase, but I have wanted to say the same to you. All you say is ‘I can do this and shut me out.” You emphasize with your fingers, seeing his tense shoulders.

“You are so careful around me all the time that you physically look like you’re embracing yourself for shit to collapse.”, This was it; you had been waiting for weeks to say this. You saw his jaw tick with all the tension that he had been gritting in and holding back.

“N-no, No, I don’t want to go in there. Do you understand? I get what you are trying to say, but it is just that I need some time to open up about everything. The world did not wait for anyone and has been running even in all those five years.”, He said, pointing at the window.

“I need some time, m’kay? I need some time to adjust to all of this.”, He was ambiguous.

“This is how our relationship is, Sammy. We don’t talk. This-this is why you are always on alert mode whenever you are with me because you think you have to keep reasoning every time anything happens. Y-You also think that you’re better off without telling anyone about your problems.”, Emphasising the conversation, you sat looking dead in his eyes. This flared anger in him, flickering like a spark staring out a fire.

“Why does every conversation we have, has to end up about our relationship? And no, you’re wrong this time; it is not that I don’t want to talk to you about it. It is just that I need some time.”, He reasoned, trying to explain, taking deep breaths.

You both had arguments almost every single day. It was emotionally exhausting. You could not imagine what he must be going through now that everything had resumed.

“This is what I am talking about. We both have grown out of this relationship, and we have different opinions, which is absolutely fine.”, He was positive, scrapping the chair away. “But I need a break; I need a break from all of this. It is just that you and I are dealing with different things, and I’m tired of explaining this to you every time.”, He said with certainty.

It really did take some time for his words to sink in, but he was crystal clear. He approached you, instantly regretting his words.

“You’re right, Sam.”, You stared aimlessly, getting up.

“H-Hey, I did not mean it.”, his voice dropped, lacing with sadness, looking at you.

“Stay there and sit down; this is your house.”, you emphasized, motioning him. He looked distraught as seriousness stetted in.

“No, Wilson. I understand; you are right. We need a break, and this is not working out because we both need time. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was selfish and insensitive about what you are going through right now.”, Sighing you carried yourself to pack up, ignoring the headache pounding in. He didn’t deserve any of it. He deserved someone better than this.

“It is just that I’m not in the right headspace right now. I’m sorry.” You repeated again, walking out. You were too afraid to think how different life would have been if the snap had never happened. Simultaneously, you imagined how Nat would have cussed you back and forth for ruining your relationship.

“Hey James, do you have a spare room to crash in for few days?”, You whispered into the phone, hearing the beep sound.

Before you knew, you saw Zemo, Sam, and Bucky scrambling around, confused. You sighed, loading your gun, firing off people who were attacking them right away. Another line of fire came out of the window beside yours, halting immediately after the attackers were down.

What the hell?

“Wow, look at you all dressed down to take out the bad guys.”, you had sensed her but not this close. Maybe you were getting slow.

You looked up at the women, who had saved Steve and Sam back in the day. To be honest, you had forgotten about her and knew why she was ignorant about the whole situation, “I know why you’re all bitter. I’m sorry that we did not come back.”, you signified, raising up for hands, surrendering.

“Oh please, there is a difference. It is always easy for people like you to say ‘sorry’ not knowing what someone else had to go through.”, Sharon scoffed, pointing the gun.

You were also curious about what she was going to do further, as she pressed the gun to for back, guiding you to lead the way. The whole situation turned around when Sharon agreed to help in for the next lead.

Sam looked far by uncomfortable as he tugged his collar out for more air. He was sweltering down as he reached the condo.

“What’s wrong, Sam?”, You asked as he looked like he was going to collapse, unable to walk. He huffed, struggling to take out the phone that was buzzing in his pant pocket.

“Wait, let me take it out for you.”, You knew that something was wrong, but you did not want to use your powers to find out without his consent. You heard his breath hitch as you moved closer to him.

This was definitely weird.

“Just do it soon.”, His voice turned hoarse, gritting his teeth. He visibly shivered as you skimmed your fingers into the pocket to take out his phone. It was Sarah. You saw his eyes glistening as he grabbed his phone, walking straight into the room, shutting the door with a loud bang.

You almost heard Bucky snort, making you sharply turn around in his direction. What had happened down there, pushing Sam into a situation like this?

“Bucky, what did you do?” you marched as Sharon huffed, settling down to look at the show you all were putting up.

“I-I didn’t do anything. It was not me, okay.”, He stammered, with his eyes wide. He was practically pressing himself into the sofa.

“It was wine. The snake wine he drank.”, Zemo quipped in, shifting your attention.

“What? What on the fresh hell is a snake wine?” you were bewildered, to say in the least.

You heard, Oh-s and Aah-s, as Sharon spoke up, “Snake wine is assumed to be an aphrodisiac and is believed to make people strong.”, She said, gesturing at her biceps.

“It is a what?!”

“Hey, calm down, listen to me; I’ll arrange someone to buy sex toys with lots of food and hydration. It can go on for hours, but who knows.”, She nodded looking at you.

“Okay”

“No wonder he couldn’t run in those heels.”, Bucky muttered, looking around, shifting around.

You all discussed your next lead that was tipped off in the bar, hearing Sam throw up. This was not a good sign.

“Bucky, please hand me over the medicine kit. I’ll take care of him.”, You rushed in, locking the door.

The whole room was a mess, with everything strewn all over the place. The acrid smell of vomit filled in your lungs as you saw a tired Sam collapsed on the floor.

Oh my god.

“Sammy, hey, look at me.”, you were trying to shake him into consciousness. His eyes were rimmed red as he looked at you. Wiping him down with a warm washcloth, you could feel pain rattle his lungs, and somehow, it had only become worse.

“Come on, Sammy.”, You helped him lay down on the bed, ignoring his burning skin. You knew what you had to do; he was just at the brink of passing out and threw up almost everything you tried to make him drink.

This was not a good sign; with the mind racing with endless possibilities, you did not want to be terrified. You had seen what death was, but looking at Sam right now, did make you remember when he was dusted away during the snap. Living through all the madness, running from one place to another, it was Sam who made you feel human.

“Sam, do you trust me?”, You knew that this was not entirely consensual, but he was only a human after all.

“I—I do. I do.”, he was dazed by all the alcohol and the dehydration.

Removing the wristwatch, you concentrated on the energy from the center, carmine red flickers spasmed through your palms. Pressing them to his warm chest, you imagined him healing from inside as you felt the energy radiating off his body.

He had visibly calmed down, looking down at you. “Is this how you saved Pietro?.,” He looked at you incredulously.

“What?” you were the one staring back in shock, moving away.

Oh no.

“Don’t worry, Wanda accidentally slipped when she was talking about Ultron, but I didn’t know you it was going to be something like this.”, he huffed. The furrow of his eyebrow explained for itself. He did not push it further as he got up to clean the mess, not looking back.

“Sam, I can explain,” “No Y/N, you don’t have to. You don’t owe one.”, He said, not looking up.

“Talk to me Sam, I know that look on your face. You’re angry.”, You tried talking to him, rushing on your feet, closer to him.

“I’m angry because I’m an idiot. Just like I said, you don’t owe me an explanation. I had my doubts after the blip when things were quickly found and how everything is always rearranged like the clappers. You look more alive than ever but older at the same time, and I don’t understand a damn thing.”, he said, chucking the sheets into the laundry basket.

“I did not want to tell it to anyone because I’m already an outcast for not being normal. People look at me in fear and disgust after knowing who I am.”, You tried explaining to him. This was wrong; finding out something like this made the situation worse.

“Look, I get it; I’m really thankful that you saved my life today.”, You signaled him to be quiet as you scanned around. Flares shimmered away from you throughout the room, creating dark midnight hues, with a glint of yellow flaring over them.

He looked more confused than ever.

“Ah, it keeps happening all the time. I don’t know why the colors keep changing, but this one is always prominent.”, you explained, gesturing at the blue orb.

“How long have you been doing this?”, he asked putting on his clothes.

“It was in 2012. I acquired them when I was trying to get Loki off from smuggling the tesseract. I don’t know how but I understood that he was possessed. I tried negotiating, talking sense into him. I told him that I knew what was going on and was trying to help him out. He told me that he would kill me, so I threatened to destroy the tesseract out of stupidity. One thing led to another, and I crushed it with his scepter. The next thing that I knew, that was I was in a hospital bed out for almost a month.” You summarized.

“Wait, and no one knew about it?” Sam was surprised processing in. “No signs of any radiation, damage, or anything?”

“No, it turned out that Loki had used his powers and transferred the blow to the other side of the portal. On the other hand, I did not show any remains of radiation. I don’t know how.”, he was more concerned.

“So, you’re saying that Loki’s intentions were not to destroy New York.”, He sat down, rubbing his palms together.

“No, it was Thanos. He had caught Loki wandering off in space when he committed suicide jumping off the rainbow bridge in Asgard. He made a negotiation by torturing Loki to bring Tesseract and the Septer to him.”

“Which is around two stones, right? Then why would he send Loki, when he could do the job himself?”, he was trying to come out with a possible explanation.

“I don’t know what his true intentions were, but when we’re doing our research on stones during the time heist, we came to a conclusion that he had done the same with the power stone as well. He negotiated with Ronan to wipe out half of Xandar in exchange for the power stone. He did the same thing with Loki too. Give him an army to invade and rule the earth in exchange for the stones.”

“So, this was more like killing two birds in a stone.”, he completed your sentence looking up at you.

“It was also another reason why I never initiated any interest, even though I really liked you a lot when you let us into your home for the first time.”, you confessed, picking upon the fabric of your pants.

“What?” he was letting the new information sink in.

“Technically, it was in the closet when we were trying to set up Steve and Nat together.”, You were feeling guilty that you did not give him any time to process the information.

“Do you regret it?”, He had an unreadable expression on his face.

“I regret a lot of things, Sam. You have to be more specific.”, From what life had thrown you into different situations, one thing that you were sure about having a life with normalcy was that you liked Sam. As a person, a friend, and someone you could rely upon.

“You know what I mean.”, the hardness in his stare threw you off. It was something that was never directed at you.

“I do, Sam. I do. Call it fate or whatever you want; I had hope before the blast had happened. Retire one day and have a normal life. I was convinced that I would not use my powers because I was tired of people exploiting me.”, There were times when blood samples were taken, right before and after having meals. It mostly ended up you hearing gossip about how the blood work always turned out to be normal as guards walked down the narrow corridor, assuming you were asleep.

“From H.Y.D.R.A.to SHEILD, I do not want anyone come after me, and then I met you.”, pinching out splinters from the window, you give yourself a second to continue. “I almost convinced myself that I would always avenge and fight for the rest of my life. This is going to sound really cheesy, you know?”

“It is all kinds of normal; that is what makes us human.” He was looking at the wool rug spread across the floor, nodding at you to continue.

Well then.

“When I met you, I started liking you throughout the years after we met. For who you are, you’re your maturity, goofiness with a pinch of cockiness that comes out every now and then, but you are also respectful at the same time.”

He was looking up at you with a calm look on his face. On the other hand, you were almost shaking because it was always him before the snap who initiated everything. Initiated talks, initiated to join into conversations when Steve and Nat bickered around, initiated to go out for a date in Wakanda and the night you two had before the battle. This was new, but the burden of carrying all of these secrets alleviated your shoulders; maybe this could give you closure. Closure on how you can never change what had happened but only move on.

‘One step at a time,’ like Steve said.

“It is just- I was so scared, I guess. I was not decisive, and my feelings just grew stronger.” You sat down, with eyes swimming all over the room, landing at Sam, who was now sitting down across you. It was like he had heard your thoughts, now that you noticed him in a black turtle neck cotton shirt. This was your Sam sitting close to you, but not close enough. You wanted to be confused as to why you longed for his presence, but it was crystal clear. With realization seeping into bones, you had to accept that you deserved an ordinary life, but Sam deserved better. Better than all of this mess. What if someone had come looking out for him because of you?

“I need some time away from you, Y/N, so that I can decide when we both sort out about this because I don’t want to swing back and forth if I’m honest with you. This is about me, deciding for myself.”, dissolving the encased power that had kept you both from prying ears, Sam jumped when he heard strings of notifications pinging in.

You heard the sound of your ringtone to see Sarah calling in.

“Do you want to talk to her? I, uh—meant that she called you hours ago.”,

“Nah, just talk to her. She might be calling you for a reason.”

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#sam wilson x reader #tfaws spoilers #Sam wilson x reader angst #just sam wilson #tampered

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Unexpected Arrival -4

Pairing: Eventual Bucky x Reader, Possible Steve x Reader

Summary: As if working with the Avengers wasn’t exciting enough…. an unexpected visitor is about to change your life forever.

A/N: This part kinda took a little angsty turn! After the next chapter, there may be a little time jump.... i havent decided yet. Thank you to everyone who is reading/sharing, it means alot!

I was cleared by Bruce, as long as i promised to take it easy for a couple of days! Bucky walked with me back to the residential floor, Evie safely tucked into his right arm as i leant on his left for a bit of support.

"Hey Buck, lets just stop in the common room for a bit. I need to eat and not be stuck in a bed for a while"

"You sure? Bruce said to rest...."

"I'll be resting just fine on the sofa, while you make me a sandwich"

"Okay, deal" he chuckled shaking his head as we walked into the common room. I walked over to the sofa and gently lowered myself down, Bucky standing close by waiting for me to get comfortable.

"I'm not sure how much rest you'll get when the team realise you and Evie are in here" he said leaning forward to place Evie in my arms once he saw i was settled "what do you want on your sandwich doll?"

"I really dont mind, id eat anything im that hungry" i scoffed as i snuggled into the sofa with Evie laying on my chest.

"Well i'll be damned!!" Came the booming voice of Sam Wilson.

"Shhhhh she's sleeping bird brain!" Bucky snapped as he playfully shoved Sams shoulder.

"Sorry! I didnt know!" He mumbled as he walked over and sat across from me "i heard what happened but i thought they were all just messing with me!!"

"Nope its true, surprise huh?"

"Id say!! She's beautiful Y/N" Sam flashed a huge grin as he looked down at Evie.

"Thank you Sam" i smiled proudly and looked over to see Bucky keeping a close eye on us while he made my sandwich.

"What are you? The baby bodyguard?" Sam laughed teasing Bucky, Sam had obviously noticed that Bucky was keeping a close eye on us.

"Try the baby daddy!" Bucky replied with a dead straight face and murder in his eyes.

"What??!!" Sam practically squealed at Bucky's reply.

"Oh my god Buck.... did you really just say that?" I laughed at him, his eyes met mine and his facade broke as he burst out laughing "im sorry! I heard Tony say it yesterday" Bucky shrugged as he walked over with the plate holding my sandwich.

"Please don't ever say that again"

"Wait.... are you serious? Or are you fucking with me?? i honestly cant tell!"

Sam said shaking his head and looking super confused.

"Language! Don't swear around my daughter!" Bucky slapped Sam on the back of the head as he passed.

"Switch please" i smiled up at Bucky before taking the plate, once his hands were free he carefully picked up Evie and had her held against his chest in no time.

"Wow..... you’re like... good at the dad thing Buck" Sam said sounding surprised.

"I had younger sisters growing up, it was a long time ago but I'm pretty sure its still the same" he chuckled.

"Wait, how long have you two...."

"You can take this one Buck I'm eating" i said with a shit eating grin.

"Thanks Y/N" he rolled his eyes, looked at Sam and shrugged "it was one time, we're not together.... but we're in this together. Right doll?" He looked at me and smiled.

"Yep, what he said" i replied trying to keep my tone steady, it hurt a little hearing how casual he made it sound. It took me back to when he had acted like nothing had happened between us  after we finally slept together all those months ago.

"I cant believe y'all have a baby!"

"Neither can we!" I said around a mouthful of my sandwich "imagine my surprise when Bruce told me i didn't have stomach flu and that i was in fact in labour!"

"Thats crazy sweetheart"

"Sure was, scariest thing I've ever been through Sammy....And the pain.... nothing compares to that!"

"But it was worth it, look what you got out of it" Sam was hovering around Evie clearly wanting to hold her but Bucky wasn't parting with her just yet.

"She was worth every bit of the pain".

Later that afternoon I was walking back to the common room after taking a shower and getting into clean clothes, i stopped by the door when i heard Sam and Bucky talking in hushed voices.

"Oh come on man! These girls are hot! You cant pass that up!" Sam was saying to Bucky.

"I don't know Sam, i don't really think me going out on a date is a good idea right now"

"Why the hell not?? Just because you got a kid now? Im sure Evie wont mind"

"Y/N's been through a lot man, i just feel like i need to be here for her and Evie"

"Buck come onnnn! they will both probably be asleep by 7pm! the date is at 8, you dont need to stay that long..."

I couldn't believe what i was hearing! I pushed the door open making sure it was loud enough that they heard me. Both men turned to face me, Sam with a huge fake smile and Bucky just looked plain guilty.

"Sorry did i interrupt something?" I asked casually as i flipped on the kettle to make some tea.

"No doll of course not"

"I was just telling Bucky about a date i arranged for him.... a double date actually. I needed a wingman"

"Oh...."

"And I was just telling Sam that i didn't think it was a good idea. I thought it'd be best if i stayed here incase you and Evie needed me"

"If you wanna go Buck don't let us stop you" i snapped turning to face them "i'll be fine with Evie on my own"

"See! I told you she'd be cool!"

I was suddenly feeling so angry and on the verge of tears all at once! I just needed to get away from them, I walked over to Bucky and reached down taking Evie.

"She needs feeding" i said simply "go on your date Bucky" i mumbled as i turned around and headed for my room.

I was sat on my bed nursing Evie with tears running down my face when i heard the knock on my door. I chose to ignore it hoping that whoever it was would take the hint and leave me alone.

"Y/N.... doll i know you’re in there i can hear you" Steve called from outside making me sigh and wipe my tears away.

"Im just feeding Evie, i'll be out in a minute"

"Can i come in?.... i can tell you’re upset sweetheart"

"Im fine Steve..." i called back but burst into tears again. The next thing i know the door clicked open and Steve came in, he pushed the door closed behind him and locked it before rushing to my side. He sat next to me on my bed pulling me into him carefully while trying not to disrupt Evie's feeding.

"You wanna tell me whats wrong?" He asked quietly as he stroked my arm trying to calm me down.

"Im just a huge hormonal mess right now Steve" i mumbled not wanting to admit what had set me off "its been a lot to adjust to i guess and i think its all just catching up to me"

"You sure thats all? You know you can talk to me Y/N.... about anything"

"I know" i nodded "I'm not even sure why i got so upset.... not really"

"So something did upset you"

"It was stupid..... don't worry about it" i told him as i sat up seeing that Evie was done feeding, i held her blanket over my chest so i didn't expose myself to Steve.

"Could you take her for a second while i sort this out?"

"Sure" he nodded happily taking Evie.

I straightened out my shirt and settled back against the bed watching Steve burp Evie. His huge hand was rested against her chest supporting her chin and jaw, his free hand gently rubbing her back.

"How do you even know how to wind a baby Steve?" I asked curiously, he looked like a pro!

"I may have done some research" he blushed a little "i wanted to know what kinda stuff needed to be done so i could help out if you needed me to"

I was suddenly crying again!!

"Oh god.... what?? Why are you crying?"

He asked starting to panic.

"That was really thoughtful of you Steve!  I cant believe you went to that effort for us... for Evie"

"Of course i did, gotta be there for my favourite girls" he said smiling just as Evie let out a little burp making us both laugh, it was the cutest little sound!

"So why are you in here crying? Talk to me" Steve said a few minutes later.

"Steve...."

"Wouldn't have anything to do with whatever the hell Sam and Bucky were bickering over would it?"

"Probably" I nodded as i picked at a thread on the blanket avoiding looking at Steve "Sam arranged a date for Bucky. I heard them talking.... Bucky said he didn't think he should go considering I've just given birth to his daughter. He feels like he needs to be here incase we need him" i shrugged "i want him to want to be here for her, i don't want him to feel like he has to.... like she's a burden to his dating life" i admitted to Steve then started to laugh at how stupid i sounded "i sound fucking crazy i know!"

"No you don't"

"I told him to go, told him that he should go on his date.... not to let us stop him, that i would be fine on my own"

"But you don't want him to go on that date do you" It wasn't a question, it was Steve stating a fact.

"No..."

"Y/N, why don't you just tell him that?"

"Because i'll sound like a crazy woman!! he doesn't owe me anything Steve, he’s not my boyfriend.... we didn't plan this" i rambled on not even sure if i was making any sense at all "yes, we have a daughter together now but that doesn't mean he has to put his life on hold. If he wants to date who am i to stop him?"

"And what about your feelings for Bucky?"

"W..what?" I asked wide eyed, caught off guard by Steve's comment.

"Im not blind doll, i see the way you are with him... the way you look at him. You love him" Steve stated smiling "and that was before you had Evie!"

"I.... i dont... shit. So what if i do huh?? Steve, it doesnt change the fact that he doesnt feel the same way!"

"How do you know that? Have you asked him??"

"Of course i haven't asked him!! But he made it clear enough back in Alaska" i shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"if you had finally slept with the woman you loved.... would you act like nothing happened the next day?? Act like everything was normal, ignore her even. Go on dates with other women...."

"I wouldn't no"

"Exactly! There's no point in me telling Bucky how i feel because i know he will never feel the same".

"Y/N...."

"Its fine, honestly. I'll be okay, its just the hormones.... I'm over reacting" i shrugged "please don't say anything to him Steve.... i know he’s your best friend but this stays between us".

"I wont, i promise" he smiled sadly as he held my hand bringing it up to place a kiss on the back of it.

"Thank you Steve".

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #winter soldier #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x you #sebastian stan #steve x reader #unexpectedarrival

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Arcade (2)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, past!Natasha Romanoff x Reader, past!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff x Sam Wilson

Summary: It's time for you and Bucky tell Sam and Wanda about your decision. Also you need to talk to Nick Fury and talk things out, hoping for the best.

Author's Note: Sooo, I tried to right a small chapter for the time gap between my first and third chapter. It's a bit awful and lazy, next week week (I'll give a lil spoiler) we'll meet the house and the neighborhood. I wasn't feeling really good to write something more, but hope you like it.

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It's been 5 days since you accepted Bucky's offer, to start a new life with him. At first you and Bucky where discussing where will you live. You suggested to buy an apartment at Brooklyn, but he rejected the moment the suggestion hit the table. He didn't want to be back to the place where he grew up. He didn't want to return to his past. Didn't want to start his new life based on how he used to live.

"Can we have a house with a big kitchen? Ohh Buck, it'll be really nice to have a huuuge kitchen and try so many recipes freely, with so much space to work on." You said dreamily while standing on your elbows to watch Bucky. He turned his gaze from the ceiling to you with a smile in his face.

You were in his room daydreaming about your future life. You're laying next to him being excited about your plans. He laughed and pulled you out of your thoughts. "What? Why are you laughing?" You smiled at him.

"I'm just thinking that if Sam watched us cook with aprons. We wouldn't hear the end of it." He laughed.

"Oh my god, you're soooo right. He'll tease us 'till the day we die." You both laughed again and you suddenly stopped and gasped.

"OH MY GOD, SAM!"

"What about him?" He questioned, confusion covering his face.

"We need to tell him that we want to leave." His smile left his face and his eyes dropped to his hands. Even though the two boys were always fighting, they were the closest and best friends. Bucky didn't know how Sam would take it.

"We need to talk to him." He finally said.

"What? Like, right now?"

"No I think he is already asleep. Tomorrow morning. The sooner the better!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right." you sighed and curled to his side.

"He won't be very happy, will he?" You both returned your gaze to the ceiling a worried look on both of your faces.

"I don't know, doll. I don't know."

~~~~

The next morning you knocked on Bucky's door, still worry over your features. He opened slowly having the same emotions as you. "Ready?"

He softly sighed "as ready as I can be."

"We have to, Buck." You took his hand on yours and pulled him out of his room.

"I know, I know." He sighed again and you started walking towards the living room.

"Sam!" You shouted and he popped his head from the couch.

"Hello Cinnamon, hello Tinman. What's up?" You giggle at your nickname while Bucky glared at him. Sam liked to call you Cinnamon because you putted cinnamon everywhere, from aromatic candles to coffee dressing.

"We um...wanted to talk to you about something." You said hesitantly.

"Of course, what is it about?"

You moved further and sat down next to him and Bucky sat behind you, staying close to you. "Me and Bucky were thinking umm...we were umm...thinking..." You nervously said playing with your fingers not wanting to look into his eyes.

"Guys. You are worrying me, what's wrong." Sam said worry all over his face.

"No, no nothing is wrong...we just kinda thinking..." Bucky trailed off and then you took over.

"Me and Bucky were thinking about to retire and live a normal life." you stated with one breath closing your eyes and opening them to see a bit confused Sam.

"What do you mean?".

"Sam, we won't lie to you, we're both really tired of this Avenging life. And after our losses we are falling apart more and more. We appreciate all your and Wanda's help, but unfortunately is not enough. We are trying really hard to recover. But all this fighting is keeping us behind. Reminds us -and most certainly me- of the past. We can't keep living like this. We LOVE working with everyone here but it's not doing us any good. We would really, REALLY, appreciate it if you at least consider our retirement and talk things out with Fury."

You were staned by Bucky's words. You didn't expect him to take control of the conversation. And it was a really happy surprise.

"Wow, Buck. I forgot you could talk so much" Sam laughed. "Guys, I understand that your mental health is not stable and of course I noticed your struggle at your latest missions. I'll admit I was thinking to tell Fury give you some days off and retirement hit me like a truck." You both looked at his smiley face, when he turned his gaze behind you and you saw Wanda, who was coming slowly and was smiling too.

"I told Sam that you two needed some time off. But if you feel more comfortable with retirement we are both going to support you." she said while sitting next to Sam grabbing his hand into hers. "Also, let me tell you, I'm gonna help to convince Fury to give you what you want." She smirked, that knowing smirk which said yes, I'm going to manipulate him for you.

You were nearly in tears. You didn't believe that they accepted your decision so quickly and without hesitation. "You guys, you don't know how much this means to us." you teared up, standing to hug them both.

"Thank you so much. Both of you." Bucky said softly trying to keep himself from crying.

You pulled away and looked into their eyes. "When are we going go talk to Fury?"

"How about tomorrow?" Wanda questioned.

"Ok, tomorow then." Bucky said.

"Shall we go make some dinner? I'm starving!" Sam whined and you all laughed.

"Let's go" Wanda laughed and dragged you all to the kitchen.

After two burned steaks, 1 burned apple pie and somehow a burned salad from the boys, who wanted to show off to you, you and Wanda took over.

The dinner was so peaceful. So beautiful. They were your family and you really loved them. So much.

"Oh, guys, have you decided were are you going to live?" Wanda asked at some point.

"Y/N told me about her grand-grand mother's mansion in Magnolia Springs. She said that it's very big for two people, but it'll be big enough to build spare rooms and rooms for us to spend our time. I haven't saw it yet, but I trust her."

"Wait. Did you just say 'build'?" Sam said confused.

"Yeah well I thought it'll be nice to create a home with our hands." You answered.

"It sounds really sweet, but what about the money?" Wanda asked.

"Stark left to much money, for us to use. So we think its the best way to use them." Bucky said.

"Yeah, Tony left a lot money to everyone and I still don't know why." You giggled.

"He's dead and he still makes us happy."

You all smiled at that and fell into silence. Memories from Tony making you all smile. Bucky smiled on the stories you all said about him. His smile fell from his face. He wanted to say he is sorry. For his parents for the mess he created between Tony and Steve. Oh, how much he wanted to apologize.

"Um, I'm finished does anyone want desert?" Bucky asked after a while. You all raised your heads and looked at him.

"Yeah, I do. I'm coming to help you." Sam said and they both left for the kitchen.

"Are you sure?" Wanda asked a minute after the guys left.

"For our decision?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, yes I am. Bucky is an amazing guy and he is in the same boat with me. If we start over together it will be just a little bit easier."

"But sharing a home is a lot more than a start over, you know that."

"Wand me and Bucky are friends and we can do this. This will just be an adventure for us. We'll have fun, building our own house. Living a new life. Sure it'll be sometimes a little difficult, but we'll do this."

"I'm happy for both of you. I believe in you. And me and Sam will help you with what ever you need." She reached for your hand and held it.

"Thank you Wanda."You smiled at her. A smile which turned onto a smirk after a moment "oh and since you mentioned it. What's going on with you and Sammy?"

She left your hand and blushed like crazy. "Nothing, we're just friends"

"Yeah, yeah I believed you now Wands" you laughed.

"Shut up" A crimson color took over her cheeks and you laughed again.

-Meanwhile in the kitchen-

"Bucky, are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes, Sam, I'm 100% sure." Bucky sighed, cutting a big slice of cake for you.

"I mean you two don't know each other so long, to start a life together." Sam said with a concern voice. Bucky dropped slowly the knife and his head. But he immediately looked at him again.

"Sam, I trust her. She's been there for me in ways I couldn't even imagine. She never gives me an apologetic smile or looks at me with pity eyes. She is comforting in her own way, and she helps me when I need it even when I don't ask. I don't say that you or Wanda don't help me, it's just...she is...She's different and I like it. She makes me feel good."

"If she makes you happy, of course I won't get in the way. I just want to make sure that you're ok with that decision. I want the best for you bud." Sam admitted softly patting Bucky's shoulder. Bucky turned and hugged him tightly, not letting Sam breath for a bit.

"Ok, ok I need to breath now please." Bucky let him go and they both laughed.

"Ohh, bird brain I didn't ask you before." Bucky smirked without looking at him.

"What's it this time Tinman?" Sam rolled his eyes and said with an annoying voice.

"What's going on with you and Wanda?"

Sam choked on air while Bucky hit his back, still smirking.

"Nothing's happening."

"Yeah, yeah sure bird brain."

"Fuck off, asshat"

"Idiot."

"Let's go the girls are waiting."

They came after a while with four plates of chocolate cake. Your and Wanda's favorite.

"Here you are ladies." Sam excitedly said.

"Thank you boys" you smiled at both of them and continued your lovely night.

The dinner was over and you all were at your rooms waiting for sleep to take you. When a soft knock at your door, caught your attention.

Bucky opened further the door and whispered, "Doll, are you asleep?".

"No Buck, come in." He closed the door behind him and took small steps towards your bed.

"Hey" he waved at you.

"Hi" you chuckled.

"Can I please stay with you tonight?"

"Of course you can Buck." You pushed your covers and he laid beside, pulling up the blanket.

"Doll, am I the only nervous for tomorrow?"

"No, not really. I think I'm a bit nervous too. I mean we are going to tell Nick Fury that his last two super soldiers are going to retire and they're going to live like two farmers but yeah, no I'm not THAT nervous about that." You joked and he let a heartful belly laugh, that made your stomach feel weird, in a really good way.

"Yeah, way so nervous? It's so normal!" He laughed again and you followed.

"Seriously now Buck, Fury won't be happy. I'm slightly afraid that he'll refuse to retire us."

"Honestly, doll? I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Part of me hopes for the best but another part is just pessimistic."

"What will we do if he says no?"

"We'll see." he sighed.

"Ok" you said a lil' disappointed.

You curled closer to him and moved your gaze from the ceiling to his face. He found your eyes and spoke again softly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence, "come here, I don't mind." he smiled.

You pressed your body on his and wrapped your hands around him. He hugged you too and put a soft kiss on your head.

God only knew how much you both loved to be on each others embrace.

~~~~

When morning came, the nervousness came along with it. All your mind was thinking about rejection and Fury. You almost cried when the time for the meeting arrived.

Bucky came to your room to take you and went together, sharing some of the anxiety.

Before he opened the door, Bucky hugged you tightly and you hugged him back the same. You breathed and opened the door.

You greeted Fury and moved to sit down, next to each other, not wanting to let go the others side.

"Mr.Wilson informed me about your thoughts and decisions and of course the state of your mental health, and I have to say I'm surprised that you want to do such a thing together."

You looked at each other with a smile at your faces and a giving an actual loving gaze, and turned to Fury again and said and awkward yeah.

"So, where did that came from?" He said and confused you.

"What do you mean, sir?" Bucky said.

"Where that idea came from? How did you think such a thing? What brought you to that decision?"

"We just had a conversation together, after a tough night and we realized we can't do it any more."

"We want a new life. Bucky is really tired fighting and holding a gun on his hands and I'm really tired fighting too. But we don't have a problem helping whenever it's needed."

"We have a lot to discuss." Fury said with a frown.

After 2 hours and a lot convincing Fury agreed. He said that he will first check the house, the neighborhood, the neighbors' past, just to be sure. He said that he'll put Friday and a security system in the whole house. You hadn't disagreed of course. He also said that you'll get paid for whatever job you do for him, you'll still be his employees no matter where you live or what you do.

You didn't really care what jobs he'll give you eventually, you just wanted to live as far from this life as you could.

When you signed the papers, Fury dropped his serious face and said "I'm really proud of both of you" and left.

You turned and looked at Bucky, who just smiled. You smiled back at him and left, to start making plans for your new house.

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