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[chxrrybcmbs]

Gimme Shelter: Part Two

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Part One

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The Roxy was packed. When you and Bucky pulled up in his Rolls Royce, there was a line of people down and around the corner waiting to get in. Bucky stepped out first and extended his arm to you to help you out. Immediately you felt eyes on you from the people around. Some might've seen Bucky before and assumed he was someone important. Some might know exactly who he is. You could always tell by the gaze. If they stared in awe, they had no idea. If they averted their gaze, they knew. It kind of made you feel good. Knowing how much power he radiated just by walking into a club was intoxicating.

Music was beckoning you inside from the front door and Bucky didn't like lallygagging. The bouncer at the door shook Bucky's hand and unhooked the velvet rope to let you both in.

Being Bucky's girl had its perks. Free drinks, complimentary appetizers and the best seat in the house. Natasha was waiting for you in the VIP booth, dressed in a black dress that clung to her curves and showed off her cleavage.

"There's my girl." She winked as she saw you and Bucky approaching. She gave you a warm hug admiring the emerald green satin dress you chose for the evening. Nat gave Bucky a nod,

"Steve and Sam are stationed as you requested. There's been no activity so far." Natasha told him, leaning closer so she didn't have to shout over the music. Bucky nodded,

"You keep Y/N company. I'm gonna make the rounds." Bucky turned his attention to you, he squeezed your hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Be right back, babe." He smiled, and left you in Nat's company. You watched as he melted into the crowd of people, shaking hands and sharing laughs with men you assumed were clients of his.

Nat lightly touched your shoulder,

"Come sit with me, I got us a bottle of wine to share." She gestured to the bottle that sat in a bucket of ice on the small table.

"Oh you know me well." You beamed, eagerly taking a seat on the red velvet lounge. Natasha opened the bottle and poured you both a glass.

"Cheers!"

Bucky had disappeared from view so you gave up trying to spot him in the crowd of party goers.

"Don't worry. He's a pro." Natasha placed a hand on your thigh gently. You forced a smile and took a swig from your glass. You knew he was good at his job but you couldn't help but be nervous for him when he wasn't in your line of sight. As long as you saw him you at least could see proof everything was fine.

You remembered the nights he would come home bleeding and bruised. Scaring you half to death but he would always flash that charming smile, like he felt no pain, and he'd let you help him clean himself up and act like nothing happened.

To be fair you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with him. He didn't pull his punches and you knew that before you insisted to come along anyways.

You were here to have a good time and enjoy yourself. It was best to not act like you were waiting for something to happen, so you downed the rest of your glass and stood up.

"Come on, Nat. I wanna dance!" You grabbed her hand and dragged her off the lounge, down the stairs leading to the VIP area and out into the dance floor. You joined the other dancers throwing your hands in the air and swaying your hips.

"You know Barnes isn't gonna like this." Natasha whispered in your ear as she danced.

"He can come to me if he's got an issue. No use waiting for the other shoe to drop." You brushed off her warning and kept going. Letting yourself feel the beat and let loose. As long as Nat was with you he wouldn't get mad. And if he did give her trouble you would be her defender.

You were having a great time dancing and laughing with Natasha when the song changed to something slow and you saw couples gathering together. Nat took your hand and went to lead you away from the dance floor when a man bumped into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He apologized. You looked up to see a slender man with dark hair and a well trimmed beard. Nat still held your hand and her grip was getting tighter.

"No harm done." You moved to step around him when he blocked your exit.

"I really do apologize, can I make it up to you? A dance perhaps?" He was charming but in a sleazy sort of way that made your skin crawl.

"Really it's fine." You smiled politely.

"Are you sure? I promise not to step on any toes." You didn't like the way he said that last sentence and Nat clearly didn't either.

"If you don't get out of the way I'll make you." Her voice was harsh and the man looked at her as if he was shocked at her temper.

"Apologies, ladies. I meant no harm." He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away allowing Natasha to continue leading you back to the lounge.

Nat poured you both another glass of wine but you could tell she was on alert. Something about that man didn't feel right, the way he spoke like he knew who you were gave you the chills.

"What's wrong?" You asked looking at Nat who was laser focused on the the people on the dance floor.

"Nothing, don't worry." Her eyes were scanning the room, probably looking for Sam or Steve. Bucky no doubt was in some back room talking business. She made a signal with her hand and a moment later Sam arrived.

"Hey, foxy." He winked at you and you smiled. Sam always had a lighthearted air to him and you appreciated his presence.

"What's the deal, Tasha?" He asked.

"Where's Barnes?" She inquired.

"In the back with the owner talking shop. Why?" Sam answered.

"I think our bogey arrived." She said with an edge. Sam turned to look around the room,

"Where is he?"

"Tall, dark hair and a clean cut beard. He interrupted us on the dance floor." Nat replied. Sam whipped his head back to you.

"Are you alright?" He questioned. You nodded,

"I'm fine he was just persistent and it felt like he might've known who I was." Sam furrowed his brows,

"What do you mean? What did he say?"

"Nothing specific. It was just a feeling I got." you insisted.

Sam sighed, "I'll have Steve get Buck. He's not gonna like this and it might be best you get Y/N out of here."

"Wait, no I don't wanna leave!" You protested.

"You're Bucky's girl and this man stepped to you without him around, Bucky ain't gonna like that especially because he was clear about your safety." Sam stated.

"I know, I know. Can you leave that part out, I don't want things to get ugly." You looked at Sam, ready to beg if you had to. You were asking him to lie to his boss and that wouldn't go well either if Bucky found out. But you could handle that. You really just wanted this night to be normal, for once. Sam looked to Natasha and sighed.

"Fine. I won't mention you, I'll tell him Nat spotted him and that's it. Ok?"

"Thank you." You squeezed Sam's hand,

"Yeah, yeah you better cover my ass if he finds out I lied for you."

"Count on me." You promised. Sam turned and left you and Nat alone again.

You took a sip from your wine glass and waited for Bucky to reappear and ask you to leave. It didn't take long, you saw him striding for you and parting the sea of people as he went. His face was riddled with anger and he climbed up the stairs to you.

"Where is he?" His question was directed at Nat.

"Last I saw he was on the dance floor." She lied, but only partially. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, the other on his hip.

"Babe, come sit down. Let's think this through." You patted the seat next to you. Bucky looked down at you as if he was debating his next move, the song changed again and a waiter came up the stairs with a drink in his hand.

"A drink for you, Miss." he placed it down in front of you.

"I didn't order anything." You said, confused.

"Oh, it's from an admirer." The waiter said. Bucky grabbed the waiter by the collar. You jumped to your feet, your hands gripping Bucky's biceps in a feeble attempt to stop him. Nat stood as well but she knew not to interfere.

"Who sent it!" He growled.

"Bucky!" You shouted as the chorus of the song blasted in your ears.

She's crazy like a fool

"I-I don't know, Sir!" The waiter stuttered. Bucky shook him, gripping his collar tighter.

What about Daddy Cool

"Don't fuckin lie, tell me the name!" Bucky yelled.

I'm crazy like a fool

"I don't know, man I swear! All he left was this card! That's all I know!" The waiter whimpered. Underneath the glass was a white card with the initials T.S. Bucky dropped the waiter and the boy scurried away, tripping down the stairs as he went. You looked at him as he was seething with rage. He crumbled the paper in his fist and was seconds away from smashing the drink onto the floor when you tugged on his arm again.

Bucky smoothed his hair and his jacket, taking out a cigarette and lighting it quickly.

"Nat, you take her to the back and don't you fuckin come out until I say so." He commanded.

"Bucky, please!" You protested. He took a drag from the cigarette and shook his head.

"No. I'm taking no chances." He stated, he gripped your face and placed a harsh kiss on your lips.

"Do this for me, doll. Please."

You knew there was no arguing with him. So you went with Nat, you turned back to look at him and he blew you a kiss, you reached out your hand and caught it tightly in your fist. He straightened his hair, the cigarette bobbing in the corner of his mouth as he turned around. Last thing you saw was his broad back disappearing into the crowd.

What about Daddy Cool

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[issa-me-addy]

Better Than Words (OC x Bucky Barnes) 

Corner’s

PART ONE/?

A/N: HELLO welcome to my chaos. This takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda and Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still intact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a “Stark internship”. 

also here is my masterlist! 

Word Count: 2261

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, and slow burn 

New city. New apartment. New job. New life. 

Maya was ready, though. After living in her parents house up until her mid 20s, she was beyond prepared to leave and get the change of scenery she’s been craving since middle school. And with everything she did, everybody could see how sure of this she was.

She did everything without hesitation. She said yes to the Midtown School of Science and Technology without even taking the time offered to think about it. She signed the lease to the first studio apartment she found in Manhattan and she started packing the moment she knew the job and the apartment were hers. 

By the beginning of June, Maya had moved everything to New York and was pushing her parents out of her apartment. But of course they insisted on staying. 

“Just one night! I can make you dinner and help you organize the kitchen. We’ll be out of your hair by the morning.” Her mom practically begged, as she was, quite frankly very anxious about the entire move. 

And of course Dad agreed, “I could install your shelves and build your bed frame so you don’t sleep on a mattress on the floor tonight.” 

But Maya needed this. She couldn’t wait another night to fully embrace the reality of her new life. 

“No, it is fine! Really!” Maya was already grabbing her mom’s purse, and fishing her dad’s keys out of the pile of junk on the kitchen counter. “I want you guys on the road before it gets too dark. Just make sure you call me when you get back to Philly!” 

And through bewildered arguments at the daughter’s new found independence, Maya continued to walk them towards the door. She managed to yell over them, and then physically pushed them out of the apartment, “I love you! Drive safe! Dad, make sure to use your turn signals!” 

And like a coming of age film, she closed the door, fixed all the locks, and pressed her back against the door of her studio, her eyes scanning the first thing that was completely and utterly hers. She took a breath and felt excitement like no other started to fill her veins. 

Maya spent the rest of the night fixing the bathroom and then the kitchen. By 3 in the morning she was freshly showered and sitting on the floor of her living room with her back pressed against the couch. She smiled at the cluttered space, a piece of pizza in her hand, and Shrek 2 spinning in the DVD player. 

For the next two weeks Maya spent her days unpacking, arranging, decorating, reading, online shopping, rearranging, and singing at the top of her lungs.

Most afternoons she’d go downstairs to the Corner Cafe that was renting the apartment to her. Maya would sit and work on transfer paperwork, brainstorm potential classroom setups, and draft book lists for the Fall semester. Every now and then she’d make conversation with the barista, a high school student named MJ. Maya would ask about local bookstores, where to get the best Thai food, and eventually about Midtown. They both laughed when they realized they’d probably be spending the school year together. Needless to say, Maya and MJ got along really well. 

-- 

The following Friday afternoon, the Cafe was a bit more crowded. But all the same, Maya sat at her corner table by the pick up counter. She had always gravitated towards this spot, but now it was mostly to chat with MJ when things got slow and to cheer her on during the rushes. And MJ definitely needed a lot of support this shift. 

And then to Maya’s disbelief Natasha Romanoff walked in. 

It was an interesting scenario considering everyone knew who the Avengers were now, but what was far more interesting to Maya was the way no one paid any mind to her presence. She figured it was true what they said about New York: everyone just minded their own business, really. In any case, Maya didn’t feel any strong emotions towards being in the presence of known vigilantes, but she couldn’t help but feel her muscles tense when Natasha stood at the side of her table. 

A few moments passed and before Maya could properly comprehend what she was doing, she opened her mouth. “Would you like to sit?” 

Natasha was taken aback but nodded appreciatively, smiled and pulled the chair opposite to Maya and sat down. “Thanks, stranger.” Natasha’s knees were facing the counter though, an elbow each on the back of her chair and another on the table they were now sharing. 

A handful of moments passed again and Maya let out an exasperated groan after realizing that she, yet again, sent the wrong attachment to her new boss. 

Natasha’s fingers were now rapping rhythmically, against the wooden table top and then she spoke up. “Rough day?” 

Maya was a bit razzled, despite the fact that she was the one that opened up the possibility of a conversation just moments ago. “Uh, yes and no? It's just a new job. It's a bit overwhelming, you know?” 

It was only after the words came out of her mouth that Maya realized she shouldn’t have said her job was overwhelming to a person who fought crime for a living. She bit her tongue and braced herself for a laugh but it didn’t come. 

“You’ll get a hang of it.” It was at this moment that MJ called Natasha’s name out. She stood and pushed in her chair before grabbing the little white baggy off the counter. “Try one of the pastries. I promise it’ll make you feel a bit better; they’re the best in the whole city.” 

Maya gave her a small smile and a nod, “I’ll do that! Have a good night.” 

“You too, Stranger.” Natasha proceeded to pinch the little bag between her teeth, rummaging through her pockets and walking towards the exit 

-- 

In the following weeks, the interactions only became more frequent. It was probably every other day that the two would see each other at Corners. 

At first it was Hellos and Goodbyes but eventually Natasha would sit at the same table with Maya while waiting for her order to be ready, not that it ever took all that long. Before the end of the month, the two exchanged names and Maya was happy to find that Natasha actually preferred to be called Nat. 

Shortly after the proper introductions Nat started to enjoy her pastry at the table with Maya before leaving. 

Very quickly, Maya grew tired of the same courteous conversations and started talking about her new teaching job and Nat helped in large part with all of Maya’s online shopping decisions. Sometimes Maya was afraid of coming off as self centered but she was pretty wary of asking Nat about her life outside of the coffee shop. But, fortunately Nat was much more interested in classroom decor and keeping updated with Maya’s personal challenge of trying every possible drink MJ was willing to make. 

By July, Nat started bringing the other Avengers by for coffee runs. 

Maya immediately hit it off with Steve. After finding out that Maya was a literature teacher, Steve would talk about how reading was his favorite pastime pre-serum and that he’d love to visit the classroom one day. He even geeked about the latte art that MJ would do in the wide mouth mugs for Maya. She and Nat did not miss the opportunity to laugh about this when Steve excused himself to use the bathroom. 

It was peculiar though. Nat would tease that Maya and Steve were a literal match made in heaven. She’d go on about their overlapping interests and how smoothly they got along from the beginning. Maya had to think about it, though. On one hand, Maya thought, who wouldn’t want to be of interest to Captain America himself? 

But alas, Maya was the kind of girl who believed in the kind of love that you felt in your gut. And despite the blush on her cheeks when Nat talked about the two of them, Maya didn’t feel it in her gut. 

Weeks had passed and Maya had grown accustomed to greeting Nat, Steve, Pepper, Sam & Wanda whenever they made their way into Corners. None of them really stopped to chat, except for Nat and Steve, but Maya thought it was still nice to share small smiles and waves with the rest of them. 

In the back of her mind, Maya thought a lot about the rest of the Avengers. She was well aware of Tony Stark and heard things about Vision in passing, but Nat eventually clarified that Tony doesn’t get his own coffee and Vision still doesn’t entirely comprehend the act of food consumption. 

Truly, Maya was most curious about Steve’s best friend, Bucky. Steve did talk about him in passing from time to time but Maya knew to not straightforwardly ask about him. She knew the bare minimum about The Winter Soldier from the Daily Bugle and the tabloids. And knowing that Steve was his best friend, Maya bit her tongue despite all the questions flooding her mind whenever his name came up. 

It was the last week of July when Nat finally brought Bucky to Corners. 

-- 

In Maya’s mind, aside from meeting Nat, Bucky’s introduction was the most memorable. When she thought long and hard about it, it was mostly because of the fact that Bucky’s first impression was distinctly different from the rest of them-- less chirpy, you could say. 

When the two of them walked in, Nat basically made a beeline for Maya’s little table and greeted her right away. 

“Hey, Nat! Pastry or coffee today?” Maya hummed, barely looking up from her laptop. She was intensely focused on finishing a thought about her lesson plan before properly opening herself up to conversation. 

Nat sat to the right of Maya, her back facing the counter. Then, Nat gestured for Bucky to sit in her usual spot, across from Maya. 

“Pastries! I caught ol’ Bucky here snagging some of my extras in the middle of the night, so I decided to let him in on the secret.” 

Maya nodded before properly looking up, “Sounds like quite the racoon to me,” a small smile forming on her face. Then she lifted her eyes from her computer screen and there he was. Maya’s stomach turned in the most peculiar way.  

Bucky had on a hoodie and his hair was tied up in a low ponytail. The hood wasn’t up on his head but instead fluffed up enough to come up around the bottom of his ears and his hands were in his pocket, resting in his lap underneath the table. He seemed hesitant to hold any eye contact with her, which Maya didn’t take offense to, but he did manage to look at her for a moment. 

He gave the smallest acknowledging grin before saying, “Hello, I’m James.” 

Nat was preoccupied during this small moment, busy trying to wave down MJ who was in the middle of pulling a shot of espresso. “MJ! Just the pastries today, but make it a double order, please!” 

Nat turned back to Maya before she could properly introduce herself to Bucky.

“Yeah, he caught me with a jam filled one last week and has been snatching them ever since.” 

Maya smiled at this. “So what? The jig is up? Everyone in the tower knows that tough Natasha Romanoff is obsessed with flakey pastries?” She loved to tease Nat, but some of her joy was being overcome by the tension she was creating in her own mind about even looking at Bucky. 

Hearing him chuckle at her remark did help her muscles ease up though. 

“Ha. Ha,” Nat dully retorted. “The only reason I decided to share my secret with him is because he won’t tell a soul. It’d be much easier for me to gain my dignity back if I got caught, but he would lose most of, if not all of his tough guy credentials.” 

Maya giggled in response before looking straight into Bucky’s eyes and reassuring him, “Don’t worry. Even if you get caught I think Corner’s pastries are well worth losing your street cred.” 

Bucky chuckled and brought his flesh hand up to rub his index finger underneath his nose. “I think you’re right, doll. I’d risk it all for another raspberry one.” 

Maya felt a wave of mixed emotions following Bucky’s response. She felt her skin grow hot after processing the outdated nickname and only hoped that her complexion wasn’t visibly compromised. All the while though, she was glad to have been able to have any kind of conversation with him. 

Fortunately for Maya, she didn’t have to withstand that burning feeling for much longer because MJ called out Nat’s name and she was quick as a cat to grab the little white bags off the counter. 

Nat patted her hand on Maya’s shoulder, not even bothering to sit back down. She looked at Bucky and nodded her head towards the door. “Alright, Maya! We’re out. I’ll see you next time.” 

“Yeah, get back safe,” Maya responded, her hand reached up and patted Nat’s knuckles as Bucky pushed in his chair. “It was nice to meet you, James.” 

“You too, Maya,” and with that, Bucky gave a small wave and pulled his hood up as he and Nat made their way out the door and down the street. 

Maya watched until they were out of sight. 

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[bettercallsabs]

Falling For Crime

A/N: This fic is for @after-avenging-hours August AU writing challenge. This is a Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes fic, when I originally took on this challenge, I had intended this to be a one shot, but after writing out my story board and all that jazz, it seemed that just wasn’t going to do. So this part is more of a Steve Rogers delio, because he’s very important to the story. So I thought I’d disclose that upfront. Anywho, I hope you enjoy! Tag list is open, so never miss a part!

**Do to technological issues, I cannot use the keep reading tab at this time. **

Warnings: um, Mob Boss? Some swearing.

Word Count: 2.1k

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

It’s the roaring 20s with a modern twist, in New York City. You have just arrived on the New York scene, and have caught the eye of notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. Little does he know, your heart his pining for his best friend and right hand man, Bucky Barnes. Do you put yours and Buckys life in danger to follow your heart, or do you let the Most powerful man in New York claim his prize?

For years he’s worked hard to build his reputation. After the war, and the death of his father, the Don, Steve had big shoes to fill, and was determined to surpass his father. And nothing drives a man, like expectations to be the best. His determination made him ruthless, and not a man to be trifled with. He built his empire with sweat and blood, and was ruling with an iron fist.

Steve didn’t have time for love, he only had love for his precious Rolls Royce Phantom, and his trusty M1911 .38 super. In fact, the only person who really knew the “real” Steve Rogers was his best friend, Bucky Barnes. Being the most powerful man in New York City has its perks, but it had its risks too.

Until the day you came along. Before you, Steve was focused, cold, heartless. But with you, he was a whole other man. Vulnerable. With you, he was finally able to let his guard down. You were a fantasy he never want to let go of. An escape from his life of crime.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, just a glimpse as he passed you by in his precious baby, he knew. He wanted you and he was going to have you. He would go to whatever lengths to make you his. The streets of New York City were bustling, as you stepped out of the cab. The street was covered in a thin, soft layer of snow, that was quickly melting away. Tucking your encrusted clutch under your arm, you pulled your fur collared coat tight across your body. Looking around, you took in the sights. The hustle and bustle of the city was beautiful. Loud, in contrary to the small town you grew up in out west, but nonetheless breathtaking.

“Miss, shall I take your bags?”

The bellhop standing in front of you, brought your mesmerized mind back to reality.

“Oh Yes, thank you.”

A white car passing by caught your eye. It was nothing like you’d ever seen before. But what really caught your eye, was the man behind the wheel. He was handsome, strikingly handsome. But there was something about him that made him feel, dangerous. When his eyes met yours, for just a split second, you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Miss? Excuse me, Miss?”

Your driver was waving his hand in front of your face, trying to catch your attention.

“It’s going to be $6.45 Miss.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

You were flustered as you dug through your clutch. You handed the driver a ten dollar bill.

“Keep the change.”

You gave a little smile, as he thanked you for the gracious tip. As you looked to the street, the car was no where to be seen. The mystery man was gone. You felt a bit of disappointment, but something about him being gone made you feel... at ease.

After checking into your room, you sat on the soft plush bed, sighing in relief. Getting here had been exhausting, and you couldn’t wait to get some sleep, but first, a bath.

A white claw foot tub, stood in the center of the rather large bathroom. The water run slow and hot, steam rising off of the filling tub. One foot at a time, you sank into the hot water, bubbles engulfing you. Your body burst with goosebumps as you were submerged in the balmy water.

The calm and comfort sent your drowsy self, into an unintended slumber. One of your arms slipping from the side of the tub, where it was dropped, sent the now cool water splashing into your face, startling you awake.

You quickly hauled your drowsy self out of the tub, hastily drawing your body, before wrapping yourself in a satin pink floral robe.

Taking a seat on the small stool placed in front of the vanity, you began preparing your face, a little powder, mascara, and eyes lined with a beautiful blended black liner, a dash of blush on your cheeks for a hint of color. Sorting through your cosmetic case to find the perfect shade of lipstick, you settled on a dark, yet subtle red. You quickly adjusted your hair into a faux bob, as you glanced in the mirror, making sure you look presentable.

Today was as the first day you were meeting your sisters new husband, and you didn’t want to embarrass your doting older sister. After all, she had worked hard to convince your father to let you come here, the best you could do is put forth your best effort.

Rummaging through your clothing, after a treacherous 20 minutes, you had three outfits to choose from.

‘Am I going for overly classy, trying to hard, or modern?

Resting your index finger across your lip, your stared back and forth between the outfits.

Okay, Louise will disown me if I wear trousers, maybe that’s a little too progressive.

Tossing you trousers ensemble, back into your trunk, you continued on your quest for the perfect outfit.

One down two to go.

You held each dress in front of you as you pondered. The maroon velveteen dress draped nicely over your body, flowy, but snug in the right places. It hung just below your knee, keeping your appearance, modern yet modest. Yes, this was the dress. It complimented your hair and makeup best. Looking at the clock that hung on the wall, you began to panic. You were going to be late. Dammit. You quickly grabbed your coat, slinging it over your shoulders. With one last look in the mirror, you tossed your lipstick into your clutch, and headed down to the lobby.

Sure enough, there your sister stood, her new husband glancing down at his watch. Slowly, and cautiously, you approached the handsome couple.

“You’re late Y/N.”

“I know Louise. Fashion crisis.”

Your sister looked you up and down, her frown turning up into that infectious smile of hers.

“You do look lovely. Oh how I’ve missed you.” She pulled you into a tight embrace. You and Louise had always been close, you were only 13 months you get than her after all.

“Y/N, I want you to meet my husband, Walter.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Walter.”

“The pleasure is all mine. You’re sister has told me a considerable amount about you. We can get more aquatinted later. As for now, we must go, if we’d like to keep our reservation.”

Wrapping your arm in hers, Louise dragged you towards the car.

“Walt’s parents have great connections, and got us reservations at Delmonico’s! The real Delmonico’s.” Your sister squealed with excitement as you slid into the back of the town car.

The car ride was rather short, when you pulled up to the rather tall building. It’s facade was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Isn’t it just gorgeous?” Louise was trying to keep her composure, but you could tell she was freaking out internally.

“It’s stunning. I can’t wait to see the inside.”

You were seated across for Louise and Walter, at a small table near the middle of the bustling restaurant. You were halfway through your meal, when you saw, you nearly choked on your food.

“What’s with you Y/N? Eating to quickly, as usual..” Your sister chuckled at your expense. Following you eyes can she too, spotted the handsome man. He was dressed proper, dark navy blue slacks, his jacket tucked behind his arm, exposing his suspenders and ivory colored collared shirt. His blonde hair was slicked back, drawing attention to his vibrant blue eyes, and clean shaven, chiseled chin. God, he was a work of art.

“Don’t even look at him, Y/N. He’s bad news.”

Your sister went back to eating, as Walt offered her a bite of his meal.

“Who is he?”

“That’s Steve Rogers. Notorious Mob Boss. He’s one of the most powerful men in New York. Not one to be trifled with.” Walt explained as he took a bite of his steak.

But you couldn’t look away. Something about him... it just drew you in .

He must of felt your eyes on him, because it wasn’t long before his eyes met yours. They were intense, burning into your very soul, intense. You watched as a playful smile played on his lips. With that smile, you knew you were in trouble.

Blood rushed to your face as you became flushed with embarrassment. Quickly diverting your eyes, you brought you glass to your lips, chugging your fizzy drink, trying to keep your cool. Unsuccessfully that is, when the fizzy drink came dribbling down your chin.

“Jeez Y/N. Are you trying to embarrass us?” Louise and Walt looked at you with judging eyes, as they finished that last of their meals.

“I’m just going to excuse myself to the powder room. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Excusing yourself from the table, you made your way to the powder room.

Leaning over the sink, you glanced at your flushed face in the mirror. You were absolutely out of your mind.

Get ahold of yourself. He’s a criminal for Pete’s sakes. The most notorious in New York!

You shook your head back and forth a few times, trying to push his smoldering eyes from your mind. Opening your clutch, you pulled out your small compact, giving your face a quick powdering, before heading back to the table. The room attendant opened the door, allowing you to make a quick departure. As you slipped through the door, you were stopped dead in your tracks.

“Hello there darling.” He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His eyes looked you up and down, as you took a step back. Your eyes fleeted to the floor, cheeks burning bright red.

“Don’t be shy now, doll. I don’t bite... well, not usually.” His chuckle was melodious, making your skin burst with goosebumps.

“The names Steve, Steve Rogers. What’s yah name doll?”

Taking in a deep breath, you collected yourself. Don’t act like a fool now. Play it cool.

Lifting your eyes to meet his, you offered your hand to him, as he brought it to his lips, planting a soft kiss just above your knuckles.

“Y/N. My name is Y/F/N. Now if you don’t mind, I have company to return to. It was a Pleasure meeting you Mr. Rogers.”

With your most charming smile, you pulledback your hand, preparing to make your escape, but Steve held your hand tight.

“The pleasures all mine Miss. Y/L/N. I look forward to our next meeting, and it will be soon.”

His lips met your hand once again, before letting your your and slip from his, as he winked at you. The blood quickly rushed back to your cheeks. With a faint smile, you fled, back to the safety of your sister and brother-in-law.

What a rush.

Taking your seat back at the table, you took a moment to catch your breath.

“What, were you running a marathon?”

“More or less.” Shrugging, you ogled at the decadent slice of Devils foodcake, that sat before you. Your absolute favorite dessert.

“What’s this for?”

“Well, it is your first night in the big city, and dinner wouldn’t be complete without dessert. And I know it’s your favorite.”

“Oh LouLou, you spoil me so!” You waved your hands, placing one on your chest, as the two of you joked around. Laughing ever so quietly, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. But you could feel eyes on you, as you peered slighly over your shoulder. You caught a glimpse of the boss in the corner. His eyes fixed on you. Daring you to look away.

A man stepped in front of him, blocking your view to one another. He was tall, his dark hair was slicked back, but messily, leaving some stray hairs, but you could tell it was styled. From his profile, his chiseled jaw looked tense, as his hands were tucked behind the dark navy trench coat, he wore. Something about him, it was different than Steve Rogers... He was intriguing rather than thrilling... Taking he opportunity of his distraction, you returned your attention to your company. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, echoing loudly in your ears, and you tried your best to pay it no mind.

Louise and Walt walked you into the lobby of the hotel, as you said your goodbyes.

“Remember Y/N, don’t wander the streets alone. Ring if you need me. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon for our shopping escapades!” With a quick kiss on the cheek, and an overly squished hug, you bid your sister and brother-in-law ado.

Lying in bed, you couldn’t help but think of the words Steve had said to you. He was antes to see you again... no, he was going to see you again... just thinking of it made your palms sweaty. You knew he was no good. Bad boy looming with trouble, but you couldn’t help but think, what if. And that handsome mystery man. What was the deal with him? Your mind was racing. The thrill of it all... Curiosity was getting the best of you, and the worst part, you liked it.

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Title: this Christmas, I'll give you my heart Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson Rating: Teen Tags: Secret Santa, Christmas Fluff, Gift Exchange, Misunderstandings, Getting Together, Happy Ending Summary: Bucky and Sam draw each other's names for Secret Santa - neither of them know what to get and enlist the help of Nat and Joaquin. Cue a lot of misunderstandings.

For @rocketnebulas as part of @sambuckysecretsanta​! 💟 Hope you enjoy, darling!

“Team building is great, they said,” Sam mutters, staring at the little piece of paper in his hand. “It’ll be fun, they said.”

Sam flops down on the couch beside Joaquin, who’s absorbed in an action movie with loud explosions that matches Sam’s growing headache.

“What’s wrong now?” Joaquin asks, eyes still on the TV, munching on popcorn.

“I think I drew the worst possible choice for our Secret Santa.” He waves the dreaded strip of paper in Joaquin’s face.

“Can’t be that bad, right?” Joaquin is too nonchalant about the whole thing, and Sam wants to flip the entire bowl of popcorn on his lap, hoping the butter stains his jeans.

“Let me guess, you got someone easy like Steve or something?”

Joaquin freezes, mid-bite, and Sam just rolls his eyes.

“Of course.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Joaquin quickly defends himself.

“Steve is gonna make fucking googly eyes at whatever it is you present him, especially if it smells like mothballs and you wrap it in old newspaper.”

Joaquin snorts, but like a good friend, does pause the movie to listen to Sam’s woes. “Alright, alright, how bad could it be? Oh, is it Natasha? She seems like someone that’d be hard to shop for but she’s not that bad -”

“It’s Bucky,” Sam interrupts, flatly. Joaquin’s mouth remains open as he processes that information.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Sam rolls his eyes and presses play again.

---

“James, can you pass the flour?” Natasha points at the cabinet behind her as she gets out a mixing bowl after handing James the folded piece of paper she had been tasked to give him. She takes the eggs and milk out of the fridge and turns to see Bucky standing in the same spot, the paper in his hand now unfolded, pulling him into some sort of trance.

“HellooOOOooo?” She waves a spatula in front of his face.

“We need to trade, right now.” He offers her the crumpled paper and she lifts an elegant eyebrow.

“That’s not how that works.”

“Nat, you saw this, didn’t you?” He narrows his eyes at her.

“No, I did not, because it's a secret Santa,” she scolds before she jabs him in the chest. “Come on, flour.”

“I can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s Sam.”

Natasha just laughs at his pain.

.... 

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Cruel Intentions (Bucky Barnes)

❝She had nothing but cruel intentions.❞

In which he is on an unstable path to recovery and she will stop at nothing to drive him off the rails

Read more on AO3, Wattpad, or below the cut. 

[ plot adopted from tinkertaydust on wattpad. ]

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There was nothing pure about Savannah King. Everything she touched turned to ash. All her life she had wanted to destroy. Even as a child, she had an insatiable hunger for destruction. Her parents could see the darkness in their pretty daughter's eyes and feared the worst.

The worst came when she set fire to their family home. She wanted to feel the fire lick at her skin and watch it tear their lives apart. She heard her parents screams in the early hours of the morning and watched in silence as the flames ripped open her own flesh.

Everything once normal about her vanished on the winds of smoke. Savannah became a murderer that night. Scars still littered her skin.

A long-forgotten organization paid her a visit before she had even recovered from her self-inflicted injuries. They had been watching her for years, keeping tabs on her destructive tendencies.

Savannah didn't require their intensive brainwashing procedures or threats to comply to their bidding. All they had to do was place a body in front of her and she would sink her nails in because she had nothing but cruel intentions.

When a new face pops up in her life, a man they said had been asleep for many years, she couldn't help her own curiosity.

This man was from the past and blood tainted his soul.

She watched him grow. She watched them tear him down.  Over and over. He was strong, always fighting back. Savannah helped create the weapon that was The Winter Soldier. She enjoyed watching the torment they inflicted on his mind,  the way they ripped him apart and put him back together in the wrong order each time.

But when Bucky Barnes flips a switch, his memories come flooding back. Parts of his old soul fight to return to the surface,  and it's Savannah's chest that cracks open with pain.

The man she thought was her equal, the man she had always felt so connected to because she believed they shared the same dark heart, vanishes into thin air. It is her mission to find him and bring him back into the fold.

Dead or alive.

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Gimme Shelter Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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Gimme Shelter: Part Three

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Warning: mild smut, 18+ only, read at your own risk.

Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere else but this blog.

Masterlist

Sam and Steve were at Bucky's side not long after you left. Bucky had his hands gripping the chrome railing, his eyes scanning the crowd of revelers.

"Does Lang know?" He asked.

"Yeah, I told him. He just asked not to make a mess of the place. If it gets ugly it goes outside." Steve replied.

Bucky pushed himself off the railing and turned to face his partners.

"I don't plan on getting ugly, that's what he wants. He's trying to rile me up so I make a fool of myself." Bucky cocked a hip as he considered which hand to play. He rubbed his jaw with his left hand.

"What's the move, boss man?" Sam crossed his arms over his chest. Bucky looked to him then to Steve.

"He wants me to look weak in front of my clients. Coming for Y/N directly, he knows my weakness and that's not good. We need to get info on his and exploit it immediately." Bucky spoke.

"I can have Tasha get on it." Steve added. Bucky nodded,

"Go tell her and have her bring Y/N back out."

Steve and Sam looked at him confused.

"But you just said she's your weakness?" Sam questioned.

"I know but shoving her in the back makes me look scared and I'm not giving him the satisfaction. From now on, Y/N is with me 24/7. As long as I keep her in my sight he can't do anything." Bucky explained.

"I'll go get them." Steve jogged down the stairs and made a B line for the back office.

"Sam, call Clint and tell him to get his ass down here ASAP."

Sam nodded and moved to leave when Bucky stopped him,

"After that call Logan. I need more muscle."

"On it." Sam left and Bucky turned back to look out at the dance floor. Everything was normal, the party was going smoothly. Nothing seemed amiss. His meeting with Lang went well and they planned to continue doing business with each other. Lang also promised to push new clients Bucky's way. This whole mess with Stark was going to be snuffed out like a candle flame. He'd be sorry he ever came to town.

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Steve came to retrieve you and Natasha, simply saying Bucky changed his mind and wanted you with him. You quickly darted from the room not bothering to listen to whatever Steve was telling Natasha. Bucky wanted you and that's all you cared about.

You found him sitting in the VIP lounge, legs spread wide and his arms resting on the back of the seat. He smiled slyly as he saw you approaching.

"Come here, baby." He patted his lap and you eagerly obliged. He brought his left arm to wrap around your waist while he started nuzzling your neck.

"What changed your mind?" You asked, reveling in his touch.

"No one can keep you safe better than me." He breathed against your skin and you felt chills ripple through your body.

"I'm not gonna let some bozo try to separate us. You're staying with me no matter what." He continued, looking up at you. His blue eyes were dark with lust and you knew he'd have no qualms throwing you back on the lounge for the whole club to see. It would be a display of power to any and all who tried to intimidate him.

"Does that mean I get to come with you everywhere?" You wondered, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He smiled, your noses brushing against each other.

"Everywhere. I'm not letting you out of my sight." Both his hands were off the seat now, one holding your thigh and the other resting on the back of your neck.

You couldn't hide the smile spreading across your face. You'd wanted nothing more than for him to let you in just a little bit more than he already did. Of course, the situation wasn't ideal and you knew this was a protective measure but it still made you happy.

"Why don't we take this party home?" You flirted, dragging your index finger down from the tip of his chin to his chest. You knew he was making a show of sitting like a king on his throne, that this Stark fellow was watching somehow and Bucky was making sure he saw how much he didn't care. Like a spider to the fly, he wanted Stark to make a bigger move before he showed his true hand.

"You know I can't refuse you." Bucky kissed you quick and gave your thigh a squeeze before letting you go.

"You're such a liar." You giggle, he has refused you plenty of times before except when you dangled sex in the air like a dog bone or insisted so hard he couldn't say no. Bucky chuckled,

"But you love me anyways." He squeezed your ass as you stood up.

"You bet your ass I do." You took his hand and led him down out of the VIP section.

Bucky had the valet bring his car around and he tipped the young boy extra. Perhaps guilt for accosting the poor waiter earlier.

"Did you tell the others we left?" You asked as he sat in the drivers side.

"I saw Sam on the way out, they know." He replied. "Now the only business I wanna discuss is what I'm gonna do to you when we get back." He winked and you felt the goosebumps rise up on your arms.

Back at the penthouse, Bucky barely locked the door behind him before his hands were on you. His lips melded with yours and your own hands reached up to grip his long hair. He shuffled you backwards toward the bedroom. He pulled the straps of your dress of your shoulders, it fell down to your hips baring your breasts to him. You kicked the rest off, leaving you in nothing but panties.

You broke away from kissing him to help him shed his clothes. You ripped his shirt open and ran your hands down his muscled abdomen as he undid his belt. You pulled at the waistline of his slacks, teasing ever so slightly.

"Enough of that." In a swift motion he scooped you up and tossed you back onto the bed. He crawled on top of you, kissing you roughly from your lips down your body. You let out breathy moans of pleasure and reached down to unbutton his slacks. You need him now, the playfulness at the club was enough to have you rearing to go. It took a lot of strength not to make him stop the car and fuck him right there in the drivers seat. But you were patient and now it was time.

Bucky kicked off his slacks and reached back down to pull your panties down before pulling down his own underwear. You pulled him back down to press your lips together in a greedy, desperate kiss. As you held him there you felt him enter you softly at first, then his thrusts became stronger and stronger.

Your hands clawed down his back, moans and gasps of ecstasy escaping your mouths. You looked into his eyes as he hovered above you, wild and ragged. This was a love you'd never find again and didn't want to. You'd never give him up, come hell or high water, and you saw that reflected in his eyes.

With a fervent kiss, and screams of pleasure you reached the end. Bucky flopped onto his back beside you, chest heaving and slick with sweat. You let a moment of silence pass between you. Listening to the sound of each others breathing start to steady. You turned onto your side to face and him and he did the same.

"You know I love you, right?" He said, his blue eyes now a calm sea.

"Of course I know. I love you too." You replied.

"I want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you. Till the very end and even then I'll still love you."

You giggled,

"What's this all about? You high on sex?" You joked. He grinned and let out a chuckle,

"Maybe a little but I mean it."

"I know. You don't have to tell me."

"I do. Just in case." The grin disappeared from his face and you felt a nervous tinge in your chest.

"James, don't talk like that." You rarely used his full name but this was a conversation you didn't like.

"For my own selfish reasons I just want to make sure you know. That's all. I'm not made of steel." He continued.

"I know you aren't and I appreciate the reminder but this feels an awful lot like a man who's certain death is knocking on his door and he's afraid." You retorted. You knew this business was risky and his life was constantly on the line but he never talked to you this way before and it was scaring you.

He looked at you softly, smiling.

"Fear of death is not my issue." He said. "I'm sorry for ruining the night with this, I just-" He paused and reached his hand out to caress your hair.

"You didn't ruin the night, but you will if you keep it up." You sassed and he grinned.

"Come here." He beckoned, and you snuggled up against him, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you and it didn't take long for you to fall asleep enveloped in his warmth.

You didn't know what time it was when you heard the knock on the door and felt Bucky leave the bed. You sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, rubbing your eyes. There were muffled voices coming from the living room, a moment later Bucky came back into the room.

"What's wrong?" You mumbled, your eyes still adjusting to the light. Bucky ran a hand through his hair,

"Nat's missing."

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Gimme Shelter: Part One

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere else but this blog.

For as long as you'd known him, Bucky was the man of Los Angeles. He knew everyone who was anyone and they all bowed to him like he was the second coming of Christ. Course if they didn't there would be consequences of varying degrees.

To you, Bucky was an angel. Sweet, gentle and caring. When you met you were dancing at The Rainbow and he stopped a particularly handsy man from trying to tear your glittery little number off your body. He knocked the man out cold with a single punch and within the same breath lent you his hand to help you out of the chaos.

Since then you've been on his arm. You knew he was a kingpin and he pushed all sorts of product around the city, he had the police in his pocket and always assured you everything would work out. But you weren't privy to all of his dealings, especially the more dangerous ones. He preferred to keep you as far away as possible when it came time to do dirty work. He'd sometimes disappear for days leaving you questioning if he was still alive only for him to show up at your shared penthouse apartment with a smile and a bouquet of flowers.

Despite it all, you loved him and he loved you and you knew he'd do anything for you and you felt the same. It was a wild kind of love but you wouldn't trade it for anything. You got to see the world with him and no longer needed to strip for money to eat. Some of the members of his crew even became like family to you too. You were especially friendly with Bucky's right hand man, Steve Rogers. They'd known each other since they were kids and Steve was as loyal as they come. He was always kind of enough to keep you updated on your lovers well being when he was off in some God forsaken place doing things you probably didn't want to know about. Then there was Natasha Romanoff, a beautiful red head who was as deadly as she looked. She was the brains behind most of the operation and often you two would go on shopping trips and became fast friends. As the only women in the circle you clung to each other like glue. She was insanely deft with a gun and knew how to hold her own in a fight. You'd only seen her skills up close once, and you felt bad for the man on the other end of her wrath.

Lately, everything was smooth sailing. Tonight you had a date to make an appearance at The Roxy. A big party was planned and having Bucky show his face would do good for business.

You sat at your vanity adjusting your hair and makeup. Bucky was in the bedroom, sprawled out on the cream colored silk sheets, a cigarette balancing in between his fingers as he watched you. You could see his smug face in the mirror as you continued prettying yourself for the evening.

"God Damn you're beautiful." He commented. You smirked as you put the final pin to hold your hair in place. You looked at him through the reflection in the mirror,

"Don't you forget it."

Bucky laughed and got up from the bed. Wearing nothing but his underwear, his hair disheveled from previous activities. He walked up behind you, his cigarette free hand guiding your face to look up at him so he could place a kiss on your freshly red lips. It was a fervent kiss, so much so when he pulled away his lips were stained with red. You reached up with your thumb and smeared the red from his mouth.

"Can't have you going out like that, darling." You cooed. His blue eyes burned holes into you as he smiled. He moved to kiss you again when there was a knock on the door, he stopped just before your lips.

"This better be important." He grumbled before striding to grab his robe to cover himself up.

You listened as Bucky opened the door,

"What is it, Steve?" His voice was laced with annoyance but you knew as much as it bothered him when business interrupted your time together, Steve would never show up without necessity.

"We got a problem." You heard Steve reply. It was a quiet for a moment then the door closed. Bucky must've let Steve in not wanting this conversation to be overheard by anyone in the hall.

You stopped what you were doing so you could listen closer.

"Word is a new pusher arrived in town and he's looking to take your place. I've had a few clients come up saying they've been visited by a Mr. Stark offering them more product and more protection." Steve said. Your blood went cold. For so long it had been peaceful. No one dared to challenge Bucky on his turf, everyone was too afraid to step to The Winter Soldier.

"He thinks he can just come into my city and start negotiating with my people and that I won't notice?" Bucky's voice was filling with rage, you could hear it simmering in him.

"I've been told he's gonna show at The Roxy tonight. Natasha says the intel is good so I'd say we gotta be careful." Steve continued.

There was a loud smash and you flinched. Bucky just broke something in his fit of anger and you hesitated as you stood up from your vanity.

"Get everyone who's in town, we're gonna make sure we're ready should this Stark decide to play games." Bucky growled.

You stepped into the living room where to the two men were standing, on the floor was a broken glass vase. You walked over to Bucky and placed a soothing hand on his back, the cigarette was now hanging from the corner of his mouth. Steve gave you a friendly nod and you returned it.

"Y/n, I'm not sure you should come tonight." Bucky turned to you, putting his cigarette out in the ash try on the coffee table.

"Baby, where you go I go. If this man is foolish enough to challenge you in public I wanna be there to support you." You said. Bucky shook his head,

"It might get dicey, babe. I can't have you getting hurt."

"I won't get hurt, I'll stay with Nat. Or have Steve protect me." You argued. Bucky sighed, Steve folded his hands in front of him.

"I need Steve with me, but I guess I can spare Nat to protect you."

You reached up on your toes, took his face in your hands and planted a kiss on his lips.

"I promise you I'll be fine."

He kissed you back,

"I'll make sure of it." He let go of you and turned back to Steve.

"Get Nat and Sam ready, tell them to be prepared for anything and that Nat's priority is Y/N's safety if anything starts to get hairy."

"You got it, boss." Steve turned on his heels and moved to leave when Bucky said

"And Steve." He ran a hand through his brown locks. "Tell em The Winter Soldier is coming."

Steve nodded and left. Bucky kissed your forehead and walked into the bedroom. You stood in the living room, the broken glass around your feet as you wrung your hands together. Hoping tonight wouldn't go the way you knew it would. It always ends in a fight.

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Better Than Words (OC x Bucky Barnes)

Room #234 

PART TWO/? 

A/N: HELLO, so funny story I fell into a very long depressive episode and forgot that I had started posting a fic but I will be posting several chapters within the next few days just.... cos here is the link to PART ONE! And a kind reminder that this takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda & Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still in tact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a “Stark internship”.

also here is my masterlist!

Word Count: 2073

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, and slow burn 

It had taken nearly a week for Maya to stop over analyzing whether she made a weird impression when she met Bucky, and it was August now. She had to clear her mind to polish up her lesson plans and start worrying more about getting her classroom ready for September. 

She had always had a vision of what her classroom would look like, ever since she decided that she wanted to teach. This ideal classroom included filled bookcases, walls covered up and down with art and references to her favorite books and characters, both classic and contemporary. Every person Maya opened her mouth to in the past several months knew just how excited she was about this classroom. 

Maya was practically itching to talk about it and luckily for her, Nat came in the day that she got the keys to her classroom. 

She found herself waving Nat down as soon as she walked in through the door. Maya didn’t even wait for her to take a seat before opening her mouth. “So I’ve been hoarding a lot of stuff for the new classroom--” 

Nat laughed. “Yeah, I helped you pick out more than half of it.” 

Maya stopped in her tracks and slapped on a comical pout. “Nat… You know it’s for the children…” 

“Yeah, of course. For the children,” she smiled back to Maya, only pausing to talk to MJ, letting her know she just wanted her usual coffee and pastry. 

Maya grinned from ear to ear, waiting for Nat’s shoulders to square back to her’s. “Anyways! I got my keys today and I was thinking, well-- Now, I know that this is kind of, you know… our spot, BUT I was wondering if you were free for the rest of the day? I was thinking, we could, maybe, caffeinate and you could help me move everything into my new classroom, maybe?” 

Maya knew asking this was a bit of a longshot, hence all the rambling. It was never verbally spoken, but she knew that Nat, Steve and everyone from Avengers’ tower knew not to make real connections outside of their small circle. And Maya wasn’t stupid by any means, she knew that it made sense. She always thought about it long and hard, understanding that getting close to anyone who wasn’t super human, anyone that wasn’t capable of truly defending themselves was, in a way, selfish of them. Maya continued to make arguments in her head about how Nat wouldn’t have let herself get close to her, and that she wouldn’t joke about her and Steve if that was really the case. This only confused her more if anything, but nonetheless, she kept her fingers crossed because she genuinely considered Nat to be her friend. 

Nat paused for a moment, and Maya could see her genuinely weighing out her options as Nat’s head tilted back and forth. Then, her head dropped between her shoulders and her hand came up to rub the back of her neck. “You know what? Yeah. I just had some training scheduled with Steve but moving things is a work out, right? Actually, should I ask him if he wants to help us out?” 

Maya exhaled a bit and took a moment to process her answer-- in the end she couldn’t help but smile. “Yes! Oh my God, thank you! And, yeah, I was going to ask if he could help anyways because I have some heavy furniture that I need to be brought into my classroom. The chair and desk that the school left for me just don’t make the cut you know?” She was still rambling, but more so because of her excitement than her anxiety now. “And with his help, we can knock it all out sooner! As thanks, maybe I can make you guys dinner tonight? Or another night?” 

Her friend couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her ability to get so many words out in one breath. Before responding, Nat pulled out her phone. “Hold on. Let me call Steve first.” 

Nat was on the phone for maybe a minute, only pausing to confirm which school. 

“Midtown Sci and Tech. It’s in Queens,” Maya grinned, only getting more and more excited by the minute. 

Nat nodded, “Midtown Tech… Yeah, in Queens… Yeah, I’m sure that’s fine! Also, steal Happy’s SUV-- there’s some furniture you’ll be moving… Awesome, see you in a bit.” Then a click and the phone call ended. 

“Steve said Bucky’s coming along. I hope you don’t mind.” 

Maya’s brain nearly short circuited. It’s not that she minded but she felt a bit blind sided, especially having only met him once prior for less than the duration of a commercial break. 

Despite this she reminded herself to smile. “Oh! Oh yeah, that’s fine! I guess I need all the help that I can get.” 

MJ called out Nat’s name, leaving her coffee and pastry on the counter. 

Nat stood up and grabbed her order, simultaneously asking, “Do you want to get another coffee before we start loading stuff up? The guys won’t be here for 20 minutes probably. Steve has to choose between two dozen different white t-shirts.” 

They both laughed. 

“No thanks, we can just head up now. I have a few last minute things to pack before we start loading the cars. Thanks again, Nat. I really do appreciate it.” 

“It’s no problem. Lead the way!” And with that, Maya and Nat made their way out of the coffee shop and directly into the door to the left of the cafe entrance, which opened up to a staircase that led directly to Maya’s front door. 

-- 

The two girls spent the next 20 minutes packing up the last couple of boxes and were already loading a few into Maya’s car by the time Steve and Bucky pulled into the spot right behind Maya’s blue Toyota. 

“Hey, short stack,” Steve greeted Maya, holding the door open for her and Nat to walk back up to the apartment. 

“Sup, gramps,” Maya teased, stepping through the door, closely followed by Nat, then Steve, then Bucky. 

Once they got up the stairs, it was Maya that held the door open for everyone to file in. As they did, she realized just how small it was. The mere height and broadness of Steve and Bucky made the previously vast space feel tiny very suddenly. 

The studio was made up of one large rectangle and a door that led to the bathroom. 

As you walked in through the door, the kitchen appeared to the left. You could only see where it ended distinctly because of the dining table, which was scattered with filing boxes overflowing with books that Maya had been hoarding nearly her entire life. 

Past the dining table was the entertainment stand, which was really just a short, long bookshelf where she stored her personal books, movies and CD collection. It was also home to a dozen or so personal journals that Maya refused to leave at her parents’ house out of sheer paranoia. 

Opposite to the television was an old leather couch and a small, pale wooden coffee table sat in between the two. Both the couch and coffee table were stacked with more books and a few more boxes dedicated to student freebies, desk supplies, as well as classroom decorations. And leaning against the wall were the boxes holding all the unassembled furniture Maya previously made the UPS man haul up the stairs similarly to the way she was going to make Steve and Bucky lug them back down. 

Just to the right of the television was the door to the bathroom and to the right of that was a massive wooden wardrobe. Across from the wardrobe sat Maya’s full sized bed, which looked mighty comfortable with the abundance of pillows alongside a questionable amount of stuffed animals for a fully grown and independent woman. 

The desk was a hybrid nightstand, as it was pressed up against the wall and sandwiched between the bed and the couch. And as for the walls, miscellaneous things were hanging up and a photo collage above the desk was in the works. 

Maya had to take a moment to understand how her apartment would look from a newcomers perspective for the first time and she grew a little embarrassed. After taking a breath she internally hoped that they wouldn’t make any comments about the state of her living space.

Steve and Bucky took this time to look around for themselves. 

And Steve was quite impressed. “Nice set up! Is it just you?” 

“Yup! Just me! I was thinking about getting a cat or something. I had a lot of pets growing up and just having the company would be really nice.”

A smile was almost immediately slapped across Steve’s face, “Ooooohhhh! There’s a great adoption place Bucky and I have volunteered at. It’s not far from here, actually. We can bring you another time, huh Buck?” 

Bucky nodded, hands shoved in his pockets, “Yeah. We could do that.” 

Maya took this moment to finally greet Bucky, “Yeah, that’d be great actually! Also, thank you James, for coming to help.” 

Her words were short and sweet because she barely let him get out a nod and a ‘No problem’ before giving directions. 

“Okay, if you guys could take all the big furniture and bigger boxes of books on the couch to the SUV, that would be amazing! Nat and I will handle the rest of the stuff in the kitchen and the smaller boxes on the couch. Then, we’ll head to Midtown.” 

After brief nods the guys got to work right away and Nat grabbed another one of the boxes cluttering the dining table before making her way downstairs again. 

It only really took fifteen minutes for the four of them to finish packing up the cars. This mostly had to do with the fact that Bucky and Steve didn’t need help lugging boxes of books down the stairs. Nor did they need breaks after several times up and down the stairs, unlike Maya. 

Once the boxes all trickled out, Maya smiled at the cleaner state of her apartment. After a moment she grabbed the building and classroom keys out of her desk drawer, double checked her bag and did some last minute grabs. Half a dozen locks later, she’s meeting the other three downstairs by the cars. 

“You guys know how to get there right?” Maya asked Steve before thinking long and hard about whether she’d forgotten anything. 

He nodded before pushing the button to close the trunk to the SUV. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. We’ll be right behind you anyways.” 

“Aw, no racing?” Nat taunts him. 

“Not like you stand a chance,” Bucky retorts. 

“Is that so, James?” Maya asks, mostly joking. She realizes, quickly though, that her competitive side is what gives her the courage to speak to Bucky in such a tone. 

“It’s not even a question, sweetheart.” Bucky laughs, before patting the top of her car’s hood. “Let’s just get a move on, yeah?” 

“They just know they would have lost,” Nat sneers before climbing into the passenger seat of Maya’s car. 

-- 

It’s on the drive there that Nat directly asks Maya about her potential relationship with Steve: “Are you sure? You wouldn’t even give poor Stevie a chance?” 

Maya can’t help but blush in response. “It’s not Steve. I would be interested, yeah but-- I don’t know. I don’t feel anything romantic for Steve for whatever reason. I mean, he’s great! And I love being around him, but I just feel like he’s a great best friend, good brother type. You know?” 

Nat huffed a bit. “I just think that you guys would be great together. You already get along so well and have a lot in common. It just feels really obvious to me.” 

“Sometimes the obvious path isn’t always the right one.” 

“Did you just quote a Pixar film to me?” 

“Nat you realize that you didn’t even skip a beat; you knew exactly what I was quoting.” 

“Oh hush, Steve’s the one that made me watch it!” 

“In any case, don’t get your hopes up. OR Steve’s! I don’t want things to be weird with him just because you think we’re cute together.” 

Nat can’t help but roll her eyes. “Just keep an open mind, yeah?” 

Maya presses her lips together and nods. “Of course.” 

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The Troubles of Life Masterlist

Summary and a little background: reader and Bucky are two years into their relationships. Reader is currently attending NYU to obtain a masters degree. After two years together, Buckys life as an Avenger is taking its toll on Reader, however, Reader continues to keep feelings barried as much as possible. But things are changing, because well, life is never easy.

Updated: 4/9/2019

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The Troubles of Life 4

A/N: I know some of you have been waiting ages for this, and I can’t thank you enough for your patience and support. I adore you all more than you know! Taglist is open, so never miss a post. Requests are welcome and encouraged. I hope you all enjoy!

Series Masterlist // Thee Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Warnings: Adult language. Pregnancy. Talk of violence. Some fluff. Some angst. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Standing behind Bucky, you waited, curious to see who was on the other side of the door, as He peered through the peephole. He quickly unlocked and pulled open the door, a blood soaked Steve tumbling in. Bucky wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist, slinging Steve’s arm over his shoulder, gesturing for you to close the door. “What the hell happened?”  Bucky sat Steve into a dining table chair, as you urgently grabbed towels from the linen closet. “They came out of nowhere… I have to go, I have to get Nat.” Steve tried to get up, causing his open wounds to bleed faster. “No, sit down.. Y/N, we need to pack his wounds. The gauze is in the closet, grab it.” You did as instructed, grabbing the cases of gauze from closest. Steve grabbed at Bucky’s shoulder, “Bucky, we have to find Nat and Sam.” “Okay, I’ll go find them. Where did you see them last?” “About 10 Miles north east of here. That’s all I know.” Steve winced grabbing at his side, as he tried to steady his breathing. “Be careful out there. I’m not sure what we’re up against, but it isn’t good.” Your eyes grew wide with worry, as the panic set in. Not even three minutes ago, you and Bucky were happy, planning a trip together, and now this? You rushed to Bucky’s side, clasping at his forearm, pleading with him not to go. “Bucky. Please don’t go. You don’t even know what’s going on. You could-“ “I have to go. I’ll be back. Watch over Steve, please. I’ll be right back.” Caressing your face in the palm of his hand, Bucky’s lips pressed against yours in a hasty kiss. As quick as they met yours, coldness was left on their wake. “I’ll be back before you know it.” Tears welled in your eyes, as you watched Bucky slip out of the apartment, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. “He is going to be alright Y/N, trust him.” Steve squeezed your hand tight, as you wiped the tears from your eyes. You hand to remind yourself, Bucky took these risks every day. It was his duty as an Avenger to protect and serve. As much as it hurt you to watch him run into the face of danger, you had to believe that he was going to be alright. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, you turned back to Steve, and began dressing his wounds. “These don’t look like any wound I’ve ever seen before...” you gazed upon bullet wounds that left large gaping holes in Steve’s abdomen. You’re lucky they’ve missed your bowels. Good thing you heal quick.” “It’s a blessing and a curse.” Helping a patched up steve to the sofa, you finally took a moment to breathe. Your head was swimming with emotions. Yummy we’re so angry with Steve, with Bucky. You didn’t care that Captain America was lounging on your sofa, injured. Or that he was Bucky’s dearest friend. You were furious that Bucky went running into the face of danger. You were mortified that something would happen to Bucky. You couldn’t bare to lose him. He was the love of your life. You needed him to come back alive. Sinking against the back of the couch, you ran your hand down the length of your face, now wet with your tears. You were suddenly disappointed in yourself, that you felt such hostility towards Steve. This wasn’t his fault. Steve had always been so kind to you. He didn’t deserve this. Taking in a deep breath, you rose from the floor, making your way around the sofa to Steve. “Can I get you anything?” Steve looked up at you, his eyes glistening with sympathy. “I’m sorry Y/N. I know you don’t need this stress right now, especially with my future godchild in there-“ Raising and eyebrow with confusion, your scuffed. Bucky. Of course. “I’m sorry Y/N. I’m truly sorry.” Taking a seat next to Steve, you squeezed his hand. You knew he was truly sorry, and it made the guilt even worse. “What happened out there?” “I’m not sure. Nat, Sam and I were on our way over - Bucky invited us over by the way - with cake, because he’s really excited to be a  father. It’s all he’s been talking about since he found out. And out of nowhere. Boom. A massive explosion. It was chaos. Then the rounds of gunshots. It all happened so quick. We were caught off guard.” “Well, I’m glad you’re okay Capo.” Your lips turned up in a faint smile as you gave his hand a strong squeeze. “Can I get you anything? Water maybe?” Steve nodded. “Please.” Making your way into the kitchen, you grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, a single tear streaking down your cheek, trickling onto the peak of your lip. Clearly your throat, you bit at your upper lip. The salty taste of tears engulfing your tongue. Setting the water bottle on the counter, your rested your palms on the quartz surface, a lump growing in your throat as you tried to choke back the tears. Stop it Y/N. Stop it right now. Bucky will be fine. Everything will be fine. Wiping the tears from your face, you rested your hand in your little swollen bump. You let out a shaking breath, as you pulled yourself together. Grabbing the water bottle off the counter, you hustled your way back to the sofa where Steve was resting. “Do you need me to open it for you, or do you think you can handle it?” You forced a laugh as you tried to make light of an unbearable situation. Steve scoffed as he snatched the water bottle from your hands. “Ha ha. I’m not that weak. I can manage it myself, thanks.” A soft chuckle slipped through your lips. “Roger that Captain.” Steve snores softly as he snoozed on the sofa. It had been an hour. 60 minutes since Bucky went off to find Sam and Nat, and you felt sick to your stomach. He should have been back by now. You could feel the panic rising in your chest. You felt like you were going to vomit. What was taking him so long? You paced the room, trying to calm your nerves. You had to stop stressing out. Stress was not good for the baby. You needed to cook it for them. Cradling your belly in your hands, you closed your eyes as you leaned against counter. “Daddy’s going to be alright. We don’t need to worry little one, he’ll be back. He always comes back.” Feeling the movements of your baby brought some ease to your heart. This baby was everything. Unplanned, yes, but so very loved. You let memories of Bucky fill your head. You knew Bucky was going to make an amazing father. How happy he was only hours ago, how his eyes glistened with euphoria. He was supportive of everything, even though you knew he struggled with his inner demons, he never let that get in the way  of anything. He was everything to you. The turning of the knob pulled you from your thoughts. Your eyes sprung open as you lunged for the door. There stood a bruised and battered Bucky, blood trickling down his face from a cut on his forehead. You felt your heart sinking in your chest, but he was alive, and that’s all that mattered. You flew into his chest, wrapping your arms securely around his neck, tears springing from your eyes. “I thought I lost you.” “You can’t get rid of me that easy.” Bucky chuckled, ass he kissed the top of your head. “I don’t mean to interrupt this precious moment, but, we need to get inside.” Sam chimed in. You handing even noticed him standing there, a limp Nat in his arms. “Fuck. Oh my god.” You stepped out of the doorway, allowing them to enter the apartment. Sam laid her on the couch next to Steve, as you looked her over. Aside from minor cuts and bruises, and a broken arm, Nat looked fine. “What happened to her?” “We got thrown into a building. The forces knocked her out.” Sam replied, taking a seat in the oversized comfy chair. “She looks fine for the most part, her pupils are still dilating, so that’s a good sign. How about the two of you?” You liked between the two of them, concern in your eyes. “We’re fine.” Both agreed. “I could use something to drink though. I am parched.” Sam said, dramatically sighing as he fluttered his hand in front of his face. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed two more water bottles from the fridge, handing one to each of them. “Do you know what happened yet?” Sam took a long chug from the water bottle before answering your question. “No. And we can’t get ahold of Tony either. All we know is, it’s maintained for the time being. But there’s no telling when or if they’ll be back.” “Okay. What’s the plan?” “Don’t worry, we’ll think of one. I think you should call your mom. Flights are cancelled for the time being, and I’m sure she’s seen the news and-“ “Oh shit.” There was no doubt in your mind that your mother had seen the news, and was currently have a conniption.  Grabbing your phone from the coffee table, your screen illuminated to reveal 49 texts and 27 missed calls. “I’ll be right back.” You headed into your room, closing the door behind you, as you dialed your mom’s number. “Y/N! Omg. I’ve been worried sick! I thought you were dead! Would it kill you to answer your phone?Are you okay? Is Bucky okay?” “I’m sorry mom. my phone was in silent, and it’s been a bit hectic here. But we’re fine. Everything’s okay. But mom, I don’t think I will be making it out there tomorrow.” “Pishposh, I can wait, All I care about is that you’re okay.” “Thanks mom. I love you.” “I love you too Y/N. Now please stay safe. And keep me updated. And for the love of god, answer your phone next time. Don’t give me a heart attack again. Alright?” “I’ll turn my phone of silent now. I’ll talk to you later mom.” “I love you sweetheart.” “Love you too mom.” That had gone better than you expected. Making your way out of the bedroom, Steve- now awake- was mingling in the kitchen with Sam and Bucky. Nat was still fast asleep on the couch as you passed by her. Pulling the throw blanket that was slung over the back of the couch, you dropped it over Nat, before heading into the kitchen. “I’m assuming you three have made a plan?” You asked as you fumbled through the fridge. A sudden pang of hunger growing in the pit of your stomach. “Yes. We need to get to the compound. Most of the roads are blocked, so we’re trying to devise a plan.” Steve was leaning against the counter, awkwardly fidgeting with his phone. Closing the fridge you looked at steve, a smirk playing at your lips. He looked absolutely ridiculous. You would think by now he would have figured out how to properly use a cellphone.   “Would you like some help with that?” “I just can’t get the google maps to open. Back in my day, we just used physical maps. Now you have this...Tony says it’s sooo easy, but I beg to differ!” “God, you’re such an old man. Just give it here.” Taking the phone from Steve, in less than 15 seconds you were in google maps with the address set and ready to go. “Here.” You handed the phone back with a snicker. Steve’s brow furrowed as you mocked him. “Should we wait for Nat to wake? Or should we just carry her and get on with it?” Sam asked as he rose from the dinning table chair. “We should let her rest for now and leave in the next few hours. Gives us time to compose a plan.” “Roger that Cap.” Sam looked pleased, a quick grin spread across his face. “Ha ha. You are so funny Sam.” Steve glared at Sam, as you and Bucky burst into laughter. “What can I say. I bring the comedic flare to this group. It’s my calling.” Shrugging nonchalantly, Sam day back into the chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “So, what’s your plan Steve?” —— Standing in your closet, you grabbed a medium sized duffle bag from the top shelf. You began gathering tips - yours and Bucky- from hangers, folding them and placing them into the bag, when you felt strong arms wrapping around you. Bucky. You leaned into him, letting the back of your head rest against his chest, his hands resting on your belly. Your eyes closed gently as you enjoyed the embrace, listening to the soft thudding of his heart beat. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered into your neck, as  he nimbly kissed it. “I didn’t mean to worry you today, I just-“ Spinning around in his arms, you held his face between your hands, as you searched his saddened eyes. “Bucky. It’s okay. You did the right thing. You have nothing to be sorry for. If you hadn’t gone out there, who know what could have happened to Nat or Sam. You did the right thing.” Your lips met his in a tender kiss, that left your body feeling warm and fuzzy. “I love you Bucky.” You whispered against his lips. “I love you too Y/N.” “Now, go away, or I’ll never get this packing done.” “I mean, we have time. . .” Bucky’s voice was low and seductive has he placed his hand at the small of your back. Shaking your head you pushed him back, a sparse chuckle resonating from your throat. “No. Now go away.” Bucky attempted the puppy dog eyes, but you weren’t going to have it. Ignoring his advances, you turned away from him, returning to your packing. “Maybe later then.” Looking over your shoulder you gave him a sideways glance, your head shaking no, from side to side. “In your dreams Barnes.” You shouted over your shoulder as you watched Bucky make his way out of the room. “Oh, definitely in my dreams.” —— Collapsing onto the bed, you let out an exasperated sigh. It was 3:26am and you were exhausted beyond words. Today had been a whirlwind of emotions and all you wanted to do was sleep... or eat, or both. Bucky set the duffle bag down next to the bed,  flinging off his shoes, before climbing in next to you. He pulled you into his arms- you neck resting on his toned bicep- as he cuddled you close. “Get some rest babe. You and baby need it.” You didn’t have the energy to reply, your eyes fluttering shut, as you swiftly drifted off into a deep sleep. Stirring in the bed, you pushed the heavy covers from your body. Bright light stung your eyes as you attempted to open them, still heavy from sleep. You had forgotten where you were for a moment, as sunlight poured through the large window. The compound. Your stomach growled something fierce, sending a wave of nausea through you. You need food, and you needed it now. Grabbing your purse, you pulled out your emergency pop tart. Opening it as quietly as possible, trying not to wake a sleeping Bucky next you, you took an obnoxiously large bite, crumbs falling down your shirt. “Dammit.” You muttered, trying to collect the cumblies. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you joy to eat in the bed?” You jumped at the unexpected sound of Bucky’s voice, dropping your partially eaten poptart onto the floor. “Jesus Buck. Way to startle a girl.” You looked down at your poptart, wondering how clean this floor was, contemplating whether or not you wanted to eat the fallen faux pastry. “Sorry sweetie, but your loud wrapper woke me.” “God. I tried to open it stealthily, but these things are impossible!” Scowling, you shook the wrapper in your fist. “Well, there is a fully stocked kitchen here. Fresh fruit.” Your brows perked I’m excitement. Fruit sounded delicious. “Well, what are we waiting for? To the kitchen.” @crawlingnightmares it’s back boo! 😬 FOREVER TAGS: @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @itsanerdlife @sea040561 @dsakita @princess-evans-addict @marvels-queen-bee

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Falling For Crime

A/N: Look out, something new will be coming very, very soon. 😘 For the August AU writing challenge, I decided to branch out and do something well out of my comfort zone.... a Mobster AU.

P.s. if anyone is interested, I’d love some advise on the finishing touches for this, puhlease.

Mob boss Steve Rogers x Reader x Mobster Bucky Barnes

It’s the roaring 20s with a modern twist, in New York City. You have just arrived on the New York scene, and have caught the eye of notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. Little does he know, your heart his pining for his best friend and right hand man, Bucky Barnes. Do you put yours and Buckys life in danger to follow your heart, or do you let the Most powerful man in New York claim his prize?

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