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[hiraethblack22]

Fire and Ice

(Bucky x ofc) series.

MASTERLIST OF THE SERIES: here.

SUMMARY: Thirteen is a HYDRA pawn, a soldier, a spy and an assassin. A wraith. Chosen because of her powers and transformed into the perfect weapon. (enchanted!reader) What happens when her mission becomes locating and eliminating The Winter Soldier?

IMPORTANT: I won't use Y\n but the lead character will be given a name and will be a fully formed character. Set in a time where everyone is still alive and Bucky is free of the hydra. Warnings: violence, blood, torture, and manipulation. Vulgar language. The story will contain adult content. Probably a whole lot of Smut.

CHAPTER TWO: US AND THEM.

Peace is an abstract concept made by powerful people to install faith in the institutions of the world that claim to keep crime and danger at bay. In all the years I’d been living, I quickly realised that it was indeed a false concept, a lie, considering that the same people who claimed to protect the world were installing the danger in it. The idea of peace is nothing but a facade that is used to manipulate the masses.

Hydra was claiming to cleanse the world from evil, but how could they pretend to act for world peace when they were responsible of the death of millions? Couldn’t they see the blood tinting their white vest of morality? How could they profess goodness when they were keeping dozens of slaves under their polished boots?

The Avengers were painted as heroes. Flying around to beat up the evil—that, yes, when they weren’t busy fighting among themselves.

There had been a time when I had hoped for them to come and rescue us, me, from Hydra. But, it soon faded; hope was dangerous, it only led to disappointment and despair. Instead, I focused on survival. I had waited, spending days laying facedown on the filthy floor of the cells and weeks silently witnessing the deaths of my cellmates one after the other. The years I had passed, fed with injections of syringes, and pumped up with synthetic drugs to accomplish assignments that were impossible for anybody else, had helped me to give up all hope, not just in the Avengers but also in the rest of the world.

I ingenuously thought they weren't saving us because they were fighting each moment to defend their values, as we fought every day for a cup of water or a bit of sleep, but no; here they were, drinking champagne in fancy dresses, dancing, as the world outside cried their names.

The fair of peace for the future was another clown show created by the government to show the citizens that the future was safe. The secretary of state had delivered a very long sermon on heroes and peace, licking the avengers' arses every two sentences, and delivering sexist remarks about the heroines of the team—that made my fingers tickle the trigger of my rifle more eagerly than I should have—but in between inaugurations and philosophical peace speeches, the secretary of state made sure he got an exclusive on the prostitution trade every single month, and on the remaining days he accepted bribes from Hydra. So, he would end up murdered, one way or another, but killing him wasn't allowed in my future.

I guessed I couldn’t even proclaim myself as a white knight of peace, not when I was currently waiting to bomb the shit out of it.

“I have eyes on the target.” I murmured into the radio, lowering the binoculars to eye the building where the fair was taking place.

My body moved without me telling it what to do. It checked the ammo, fastened a couple of guns to my legs, secured the daggers around the belt, and lowered the rifle behind my back.

"I hope you mean this horrible building," Marya's voice said in reply. The radio cracked with her voice.

The building was indeed quite horrible—a white oval with an awful lot of windows. It was not a safe place, not even with the dozens of security guards standing outside the building. The others had by now removed the guards and placed the explosives.

The orders had been made clear that it had to be set to trap everyone inside, and us inside with them. The roof was the way out. A soldier had infiltrated the rooftop guards to take control of the chopper when the time was right.

I lowered my hand, and as I willed it, a light flared beneath the skin, producing a flame on the palm of my hand. It swirled on itself, hissing like a wild animal. I allowed it to dance around my fingers with a smile. “It will burn down with the lot of them.”

Marya had been with us for what I imagined was a couple of weeks; sharing a wall of bars had quite made us close. It wasn’t friendship; I didn’t even remember what friendship was supposed to feel like, but we were accompanying each other on long missions and on the dark, cold nights at the headquarters—holding my hand in hers like a loving mother and whispering funny stories of her childhood, telling me how her family had always been loving and caring for her and the rest of her siblings. She often cried, remembering them, thinking about what they thought when they remembered her—I cried with her most of the time, thinking about my brother and the life we had lost.

I knotted the rope to my body, crawling down the side of the building in the silent shadows of the night.

As the other soldiers would trap them all inside, and I would be focused on The Winter Soldier.

The programme they implanted in his head was nearly perfect, certainly better than the one in my head; ours was injected with syringes and would fade away after some weeks, leaving us begging for more. I didn't know why these people wanted the soldier, but I was in charge of bringing his body back with me to the base. I wasn't in a position to care about the reason; the only thing I needed was for my brother to be safe.

I nodded to the other soldiers when I crossed the doors. As soon as I was inside, they all disappeared.

The people were all gathered in the big hall on the second floor, watching the performance. And I was going to give them the most beautiful spectacle—the one they were going to pay with their lives to watch. I distantly heard the noise of the bombs going off behind me.

I smirked.

The game was finally on.

The door of the big hall flew open. The people inside began rushing out, scarfs and clothes over their mouths, to block the smoke from entering their lungs.

I rolled my eyes—people really didn’t know how to save themselves. Running straight into the arms of danger.

I grabbed my rifle and fired shots against the walls. They all dropped in an instant, moving out of the way, and clearing the way for us.

He was in the back of the room. Beautifully swinging punches and kicks at the soldiers surrounding him, ducking out of the flashes of knives. I walked to him, taking my sweet time to extract my favourite dagger from the belt.

The soldiers didn’t waste any time, shooting and punching their way to the Avengers. I recognised a couple of them—I saw the widow jump straight for one of us, leaving him at her feet an instant later. The Captain was, as usual, throwing his shield at the enemies and shouting orders. An arrow flashed past me, grazing my cheek, but I paid no mind; somebody else would take care of that. I saw out of the corner of my eye the soldiers shooting in the direction of the Hawke without breaking the protective circle they had me in—if I didn’t grab a hold of the Winter Soldier, none of us would go unpunished. And then, finally, I saw him

One of the soldiers, S-32 was his number, was attacking too roughly, advancing too closely. He swung a powerful punch at the Winter Soldier, making his head shoot sideways. I saw his blood spraying the floor. Another soldier came, locking his arms behind him. S-32 raised a knife, arching down straight for the Winter Soldier’s throat. The knife flashed closer and closer and brushed the skin of his neck before it stopped.

S-32 stared at me in shock, his eyes wide. His mouth opened, but only a pained groan escaped his trembling lips. He shot his eyes where my hand was closed around his wrist, my skin glowing and his flesh fuming away through my fingers.

“He is mine.”

I kicked him in the chest, watching his body tumble to the ground amid the fight.

I nodded to the other to release him, and his hands couldn’t have dropped faster.

I stared at the Winter Soldier, bending my head to the side to study him better. He was panting in pain, but I couldn't feel any remorse. The power coursing through my veins was too intoxicating to resist. The first thing I noticed were his blue and intense eyes. They reminded me of the ocean, but with a dangerous edge that made me shiver.

I threw another knife from my holster, imbedding it on the floor between the Winter Soldier's feet. He stared at it, then at me.

I winked. "I'd hate for this to be boring."

The Winter Soldier's eyes narrowed, sizing me up and trying to figure out if it was a scam or not. I took a step forward, keeping my eyes locked on his.

"You know," I said, "I've heard a lot about you. The things you've done... they're pretty impressive." He didn't react, remaining frozen in the little bubble that had formed around us. I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Recognition? Regret? It was hard to tell.

"I don't do that anymore."

"It's cute you think you can escape this," I mocked him.

I quickly turned around to face him, my heart racing as I braced myself for his next move. He lunged at me with the knife. I bent sideways, avoiding that flash of silver.

I didn't wait any longer and lashed out in attack. As I lunged forward, I felt a rush of adrenaline. My foot collided with his stomach, making him stumble backward. He doubled over, escaping from my attack like intangible smoke. He rolled out of the way, rising on his feet behind me, knife in hand and ready.

"Let's dance, doll."

In a flash, the Winter Soldier was on his feet, behind my back, immobilising my arms against my torso with his metal arm. He pressed me against his hard chest. The knife angled beneath my chin, and his breath caressed my ear as he bent down and whispered, "It's cute you think you can beat me."

I took a step back, my eyes locked on his, searching for any sign of weakness. He was quick and agile. Hydra had definitely wasted their time training this man, but they had done it with me too. With a sudden burst of energy, he charged at me again, his knife glinting in the light. I sidestepped his attack and landed a swift kick to his side. He stumbled backward.

The Winter soldier grabbed his side, slightly hunched on his side. I dove forward, sending my knife to slice the air towards his forehead. But the bastard grabbed my wrist, like I had done with S-32 minutes prior. His metal hand crushed it so hard that I felt my bones' wishes to snap. He twisted my wrist until my fingers spasmed open, and the blade clattered awkwardly to the floor. If any of my trainers had been watching, they would have whipped me into unconsciousness.

There was something in his voice that made my blood roar violently in my veins. I involuntarily licked my lips.

"If you're done flirting with me, soldat,” I hardly recognised my own voice, and that mocking smile that could be heard in it. “I'd like to kill you now."

I concentrated on my back, making the skin flare up with fire. He hissed. At first, he tried to hold on to me, but he stumbled back, surrendering to the pain. The knife fell, and I kicked it to let it disappear in the crowd.

As soon as there was space between us, I elbowed him in the groin. I laughed as he groaned in pain, finally rolling away, free from his hold.

With a quick movement, he lunged at me again, his metal arm glinting in the dim light. I dodged his attack and countered with a swift kick to his side. He grunted in pain but didn't back down.

We continued to exchange blows, each one more powerful than the last. As the fight dragged on, I could feel my energy waning, but I refused to give up.

The winter soldier's punch came straight for my mouth. The hit almost knocked me to the ground, but I managed to stay on my feet. I could feel the blood trickling down from my lip. The winter soldier smirked at me, his intense eyes now filled with a hint of amusement.

I knew that this fight was far from over.

I wiped the blood off with the back of my hand. My lips curled in a small smirk of their own.

"I hoped I didn't have to use this," I told him, showing him my hand, the fire rolling on my fingers, "Hydra won't be happy if I burn you to fucking ashes, but hey!" I shot a wave of fire, making it more solid than hot, sending him backward. I shrugged. "Accidents do happen."

I knocked him down twice, sending him further and further into the back of the room, right where I saw Marya keeping the door open for me. She was leaning against the door, using a small knife to clean the underside of her nails, unbothered by the chaos and destruction that was going on around us.

The Winter Soldier stumbled on his feet again, and finally, sending a last blast of power against his chest, he stumbled out of the room.

I nodded to Marya, and she moved to grab her two guns, diving into the room and locking the door behind her.

I took my rifle from my back, and pointed it straight for his heart. “It’s just you and me now, soldat.”

“You don’t have to do this,” he spoke, holding up his hands to show submission.

“Don’t I?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended. “Are you going to appeal to my sense of pity? Because I have none.”

None I could feel; not at the moment. Not when whatever they shot in my veins was making my heart hammer so loud in my ears that my head felt like it was about to explode; not when I knew what would happen to me and the others if I failed.

“I can help you.”

His eyes were kind, almost sweet, but it was pointless. I didn't know how long I could resist the urge to give in to the voice screaming at me to complete my mission.

“Help me?” I laughed bitterly. “It is a bit late for that.”

I pressed my finger on the trigger. I didn’t know why I was entertaining his idiotic desire to speak with me. I didn’t know why I yet had to shoot a bullet in his heart—heart, not head—because, for whatever reason, my orders prevented me from performing my regular schedule.

“I know they control your mind. I can help you get out of their control. Let me help you. I have connections," he said, "people who can protect you and your loved ones.”

I shook my head.

I opened my mouth to speak again, to scream at him to shut up, to stop messing with my time.

“Nobody can save us,” I said. I heard the sound of the chopper igniting and taking off and the noise of screaming in the distance. The sinister whispers of the serum in my ears and the roaring of the fire.

“The building is on fire. You will die one way," I raised my rifle to aim at his heart, "or the other. Goodbye, soldat. Hydra sends its regards.”

Then everything exploded.

I felt my body flying, smashing against the wall. Then everything turned black.

“Thirt-” a voice broke the surface of the fog clouding my mind. “Thirteen…are you—”

My throat felt like sandpaper, it was aching, and it burned. I brought a hand to my head, as if to find out if I could feel something other than the loud ringing in my ears.

The hand came away stained with blood. I coughed, groaning in pain.

I couldn't understand where I was, couldn't understand why I was in pain. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, making the tears that had been stuck in my eyes fall, and tried to bring my surroundings into focus.

Everything was tinted in red, smoke was filling the room. The flames were slowly consuming the area around me, but my powers had squeezed me into the familiar protective shield, allowing me to breathe. The fire would not burn me, would not kill me—the scientists had tested it in any way they could think; they burned every part of my body, shoved burning iron on my body, in my eyes, in my throat, but nothing; the smoke would kill me, with time, and those damn powers didn't even give me the joy of an unexpected death.

My throat felt like sandpaper; it was aching, and it burned.

I lifted myself onto my knees, bracing myself with my hands when the world wobbled violently.

The screams in the distance were now drowned out by the crackling of the fire. I knew I had to get out of there, but my mind was still reeling from what had just happened. The sinister whispers of the serum echoed in my head, getting quieter and quieter. And for the first time since I had woken up, my head wasn’t heavy and my mind wasn’t blank.

"What the fuck is going on?"

For the first time in years, I was out of the base, and I didn't feel the black mask of the drug pushing me down. There was no constant pain that clutched my heart and mind, no voice in my head making me do things I hated. The world around me seemed brighter and more vibrant than ever, as if I were seeing it for the first time.

Tears rolled out of my eyes. I stared at the door, and I gathered myself to run out of it. Maybe I'd reach those mountains I had seen on the mission to Norway a few years back. I could finally escape and hide. I would be free. Free.

But then I saw him—the sergeant, the soldat, the Winter Soldier slumped on the ground, eyes closed and still as a corpse.

And I remembered the mission. The headquarters. The other soldiers. The fucking microchip they had implanted in my body, prevented me, even in my clearest moments, from escaping.

The rifle was lying somewhere in the room, but retrieving it was the least of my thoughts. I remembered all those words the scientists had shouted in my face, as they beat, whipped, and carved my body according to their pleasure. Michael. Michael would die if I disappeared like that.

I sobbed, mourning for the life I didn't get to live, for the things I wasn't allowed to feel. I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears. I couldn't let my emotions consume me, not now. Michael would be safe, and I would need to sacrifice my life for him. It was a small price to pay for the life of my only family. I had to get up and go back, no matter how hard it was.

But I had a choice to change things. To make them better.

I crawled to the soldier as blood began to trickle from my nose. I groaned with pain as I rolled him onto his back, placing my fingers on his neck. He was alive.

His words echoed in my head.

I can help you. I can help you.

I eyed the exit; it was engulfed in fire, and an escape through the windows was unlikely. "Soldat." I shook him from his shoulders roughly, but nothing. "Soldat. Wake up! Come on."

His eyes stayed closed. Shit.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I had to think fast.

"Thirteen! Thirteen! Report now." I nearly ripped my belt off in my haste to grab the radio. Marya's voice came through, screaming at me to inform her whether the mission had been successful. "Is the target dead?" I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

And I could make no other decision.

My heart was pounding as I took a deep breath and replied, "Affirmative, target eliminated."

"Meet us at the rendezvous point in ten minutes.”

I knew what her words actually meant, if I was not there in time, a squad would track down my microchip—whatever that thing was—and execute me for desertion. Mission accomplished or not. I had to move fast.

"Copy that."

I took another moment to stare at the man before me, looking so peaceful despite everything. He was strong enough to have survived that long in the smoke, in that moment, I had to be strong and pull us both out of this hell. "I hope you're worth it."

I wrapped my arms around the soldier and began to pull, nearly screaming from the pain in my muscles, but I had no time to find an alternative. I couldn't do anything else.

"Damn it, you're heavy." I yanked him with me, stretching the shield around both of us. “If we both die because you want to pull a Sleeping Beauty on me, my ghost will torture yours for eternity.”

The crossing was excruciating.

I dragged him through the big chamber, and then, kicking open the doors, I hauled him up the fire escape to the roof.

I collapsed on the floor beside him, desperately gasping for air. The soldier was still unconscious and unmoving, but he was breathing, and his pulse was steady. And that was enough. Enough to hope.

I lifted the sleeve of his jacket, exposing his arm. And being the only thing at my disposal, I began to write on his arm with my blood.

"You said you could help us." I gave him one last look. "Please do it."

I jumped down the stairs again, submerging into the fire and disappearing.

For the first time in years, the familiar bite of hope came back to haunt me, I only hoped not to be absolutely devastated by the consequences of my actions.

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[marie-swriting]

I Cannot Afford To Lose You - Bucky Barnes

Marvel Masterlist

Summary : You get shot on a mission, resulting in you almost dying in Bucky's arms.

Warnings : gunshot, gunshot wound, reader almost dies, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, John Walker, Bucky being protective, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3k

French version

A/N : this one shot was based on this request made by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains hope you'll like it ! Personally, I enjoyed writing it, your idea was really inspirational :)

You enter a dark room, your senses on alert, lying in wait for a potential threat with your batons in hands. You look at every side of the place when you see a shadow coming towards you. Just in time, you block the punch of the Flag Smasher with your weapon. Then, follow a fight between you and the masked woman. Despite the Supersoldier serum running in her veins, you can get through it pretty easily. Thanks to your training with Bucky, you can easily adapt to a fight with someone who has super strength. You succeed to hit her but not enough to knock her out. Your hits only made her lose her mask, allowing you to see she’s a woman in her early twenties. You keep fighting when a gunshot can be heard. Lowering your gaze on your stomach, you see blood. The Flag Smasher pushes you before running away while you fall on the ground. You bring your hand to your wound and try to put pressure on it, despite the pain.

“Y/N ? What was that ? You’re okay ?” Bucky’s worried voice asks in your earpiece. “Y/N !” he screams as he doesn’t hear an answer from you.

“I lost the target.” you articulate after a few seconds.

“I’ll handle it.” Sam informs, “Everything is good for you ?”

You don’t have the strength to answer him, too focused to not bleed out. You sweep the area with your eyes, hoping to find the shooter yet you see no one. You keep looking around, searching for something to help you, in vain. Your breath quickens when Buckys appears. A worried expression takes its place on his face when he runs to you. Before reaching you, you can hear him ordering Sam to call paramedics. Bucky kneels next to you, takes your hands away and puts pressure on your wound. Gradually, your eyelids are getting heavier so Bucky shakes you with one hand to keep you awake.

“I forbid you to fall sleep, you hear me ? Stay focused, Sam called for help, they’ll get there soon.”

“I’m tired.” you stutter, looking at him with difficulty.

“I know but you can’t close your eyes, okay ? You’re gonna make it out alive so stay awake.”

“Bucky, I-” you start putting your hand on his.

“No, shh,” he cuts you off softly, “focus on not closing your eyes. You’ll tell me what you want to say later. Hold on, Y/N, you’re gonna make it out alive.” he repeats whilst his hands are getting dirty with your blood.

You try to listen to Buky and do everything to not fall asleep however the more the time passes, the harder it gets. You slowly start to give up when the paramedics come to you. Distantly, you can hear Bucky screaming your name while you sink into darkness.

When you open your eyes, you feel attacked by the lightness of the place. You close them for a second before opening them again slowlier. When you’re finally used to the brightness, you analyse your environment and realise you’re in a hospital room. Your eyes fall on Bucky who is sitting next to you, his hands holding your right one and he’s lost in his thoughts. You lightly move your fingers to catch his attention. Feeling you moving, Bucky’s head instantly turns on his left. When he sees you awake, he sighs in relief before getting closer to you. With his left hand, he strokes your cheeks. 

“Hey, how are you feeling ?” he whispers.

“Like I got shot.” you say, trying to smile.

“At least, we know for sure we haven’t lost her.” Sam intervenes, making Bucky roll his eyes.

“Are you hurting somewhere ? Do you want me to call a nurse ? I should call a nurse to let her know you’re awake.”

“No need. The IV is still working.”

“It’d be safer and maybe they need to check something as you’re awake now.” your boyfriend insists while pressing the button to call the nurse.

“Worse than a mother hen.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

“Don’t make me laugh.” you order as you feel a pain in your belly even though you only laugh a little at their bickering.

“Sorry.” Sam apologises.

Bucky keeps looking at you as if he was afraid that if he looks away you’ll disappear. You look at him lovingly, hoping it’ll reassure him, confirming to him he hasn’t lost you. Meanwhile, Sam feels a little bit left out yet he can’t help but look at the scene tenderly, knowing very well what you mean to Bucky. 

Indeed, since you met the former Winter Soldier, you’ve always made sure he never misses anything. You helped, and still help him sometimes, to get used to the modern world and you’re one of the few shoulders he can cry on without feeling ashamed. Your feelings for each other got stronger gently and your relationship evolved at the same pace. Your bond is strong and indescribable. All that you both know is you can’t live without the other. Bucky in particular cannot lose you, not only because he loves you but also because you’re one of the rare constants in his life since he got his memory back. 

Someone knocks on your door, breaking your bubble by doing so. You get ready to greet a nurse when you find John Walker in his Captain America outfit and his helmet in hands. You frown, not expecting to see him here.

“John, what a pleasure !” Bucky starts, sarcastically, “Are you here to give the Shield back ?”

“Buck !” you reprimand him and he fakes an innocent expression.

“I just wanted to know how you were feeling.” John asks you, avoiding your gaze for a second.

“I’ll get by, considering I almost died.”

“About that, I wanted to apologise.”

“What are you talking about ?” you question, frowning. 

Although if you didn’t see who shot you, you guessed it was a Flag Smasher as your wound allowed your enemy to escape, until Sam caught her, so you don’t understand John's apology.

“I… I was targeting the Flag Smasher,” explain John, playing with his helmet, “but while you were fighting, you moved and I shot you by accident.”

Upon hearing the end of John’s sentence, Bucky sees red and lets go of your hand before trying to get to John. Sam barely holds him, preventing Bucky from breaking his therapist’s rule number two. John moves back to the door in case Sam wouldn’t be able to hold Bucky back anymore. Your boyfriend forces himself to not use all of his strength against Sam, he knows he’d be able to get away from his grip if he really wants to but he also knows it’s not the thing to do. Bucky finally got his pardon, he can’t ruin everything now. However, it doesn’t mean John didn’t almost ruin the most precious relationship to his eyes. As if it’s enough that Bucky can’t for the life of him like the new Captain America, now he has only one urge : hurt him real bad or go back in time and force Sam to keep this damn Shield like this, you wouldn’t be in this hospital bed.

“It was an accident, I promise.” John states, “I really am sorry.”

“They don’t teach you how to shoot in the army anymore or what ?” Bucky spits as Sam tightens his grip on him. “Come on, if you don’t have a clear view, you don’t shoot, that’s common sense ! Because of you, Y/N almost fucking lost her life and we almost didn’t catch the Flag Smasher. You can’t be that stupid !”

“Bucky, he didn’t do it on purpose.” you intervene, hoping it’ll ease the tension.

Even if you hate John as much as Bucky does, you can’t have your boyfriend rearranging his face. You can’t have Bucky being the US government’s number one enemy again.

“I don’t care about that,” Bucky retorts to you, “You almost died in my arms because of his incompetence.” he keeps saying as he points at John with his chin, “What a good Captain America ! Just for that reason alone, you should give the Shield back.”

“It was a mistake. Besides, I just got promoted as Captain America, I still have a lot to learn.” John tries to defend himself, irritating Bucky a bit more.

“Shooting innocents shouldn’t be a part of it ! You’re supposed to have learned this at the beginning of your training in the army. It was more than a mistake. You better leave now before I make you a permanent resident in this hospital.”

“You should go, John.” you confirm, knowing well Bucky’s anger won’t cool off now, “Thanks for telling me the truth.”

“It was the least I could do. Again, sorry, Y/N.”

When John finally leaves the room, Sam slowly lets Bucky go, though he stays at the ready to hold Bucky back just in case. Your boyfriend takes a deep breath before setting his attention on you. He might seem calmer, you can see in his eyes his anger is still there. He sits back down whilst Sam gets settled at the end of your bed.

“All of this could have been avoided if you hadn’t given up the Shield.” Bucky exclaims, making both yours and Sam’s eyes roll. 

“Still with that.”

“How can you not be mad at him when he almost killed you ?” he questions, confused.

“Look, you know my opinion on him as Captain America and today proves us a bit more, it shouldn’t be him, but the fact is, he didn’t hurt me intentionally.”

“Intentionally or not, I could have lost you.”

“And it’s not the case. I’m still here.” you assure him, stroking his cheek.

Bucky is about to add something when the nurse he called earlier enters your accommodation. She checks your vital signs, asks you some questions and informs you your doctor will come check on you later before letting you rest. Thanks to her appearance, Bucky finally gives up the ‘John’ subject, however he’s still fulminating. To lighten up the mood, Sam changes the subject by talking about his house in Louisiana. He speaks about the weather, his family boat and the several activities his hometown has to offer until your doctor cuts him off. She explains to you they saved you just in time and you’ll have a scar on your belly. Finally, she informs you you’ll have to spare yourself for a while, strictly forbidding you to get back on the field until further notice. You can’t help but let go of a frustrated sigh at her last information. The last thing you needed was to be confined in your bed when you’re someone who is active. When she leaves, Bucky tries to make you see the bright side as he knows you’re annoyed by your current situation. However, no matter what he says, it doesn’t seem to make your pout go away. Sam finally proposes to do your recovery at his house in Louisiana, away from the city. You weigh the pros and cons before accepting, not without making Bucky roll his eyes. 

When you’re finally cleared to leave the hospital, you discover the State where Sam lives. The latter gave you and Bucky the guest room. You thanked him countless times for his kindness whilst Bucky only gave him a small smile to show his gratitude.

During your recovery, the two men pamper you. Sam makes you taste the traditional dish from Louisiana as well as his family recipes. You have to admit Sam is a good cook, something you wouldn’t have thought at first. Sam also brought you several things to keep you busy from your bed like board games or some manual activities. You now consider yourself a pro in the making of bracelets with plastic pearls. You’ve made some for Sam, his sister Sarah and her sons AJ and Cass but also for Bucky. AJ and Cass aside, Bucky is the one who has most of them, with cute or ridiculous names going from ‘my lover’ to ‘grumpy’. Some of your bracelets are in perfect contrast with his Vibranium arm.

As for Bucky, he’s always by your side and worries even when you assure him you’re not in pain. He helps you clean your wound, change your bandage and always makes sure you’re in a good sleeping position. Finally, during the night, when you’re asleep, Bucky is glued to you - while being careful about your wound - and delicately rests his head on your chest to hear your regular heartbeats. By hearing them, Bucky can breathe and sleep peacefully whilst saying to himself again and again you’re still alive, you’re still by his side, he hasn’t lost you.

After several weeks laying down, you can walk a longer distance than the one from your room to your bathroom. Sitting on your bed, you’re putting your shoes on when Bucky with his eyes wide open comes to you.

“What do you think you’re doing ? You need to rest.” he reminds you, stopping you from tying completely your left shoelace.

“The doctor told me I needed to walk to help with the healing.” you explain playing with the pearls of his bracelet making the word ‘oldman’.

“What kind of stupid advice is that ? You need to stay in bed.”

“Bucky, if I stay one more second on that damn bed, I’m gonna burn it down.” you inform with a serious face. “Besides, I’m not gonna run a marathon, I’m just gonna walk very slowly around the house. Come with me if it can make you feel any better.”

“What if you hurt yourself while walking ?” he inquires and you stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Then, thank God my amazing and strong boyfriend will be next to me to help me. Bucky, I’m fine.” you comfort him, looking in his eyes. “I’m not in pain and I need to move. I can’t stand there and look good anymore in this house. I know every corner of this bedroom, I need to go out.”

Bucky seems to consider it for a second, mentally weighing his options before sighing and nodding.

“OK, but if you feel even the slightest pain, you better tell me and we go home.” he orders, untying your left shoelace to redo it, “and we’re not walking more than five minutes.” he adds.

“Fifteen.” you negotiate. 

“Ten.”

“Deal.” you accept with a childish look.

Bucky finishes tying your right shoelace before giving you his hand to help you get up from the bed and examine your face for any sign of hurt. To prove him you’re fine, you smile at him before pecking his lips. He takes your right arm and locks it with his to support you while you start leaving your temporary quarter. Upon - finally - leaving the house, you take your time to enjoy the sun’s heat on your face. You walk, sharing with Bucky all of your observations on the landscape in front of you. Since you arrived, you didn’t get the time to admire the outside beauty of Sam’s house so you look at every tree, flower and wave, enjoying the nature Brooklyn doesn’t have.

After a few minutes of walking, you ask Bucky to stop. Immediately, he questions you, worried you might pass out at any given time.

“I’m fine.” you reassure him though his worried expression doesn’t leave his face.

“Sorry I’m always on your back but I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I know.”

“Do you think I’m too much ?” he questions while touching the bracelet with the word ‘sweetheart’.

“No, I think it’s cute the way you’re always worried.” you say, lifting his head with your hand. “You’re a real mother hen but I like it.” you add, making him chuckle a little. 

“Can you hold it against me ? I really thought I’d lost you.” he says, reminiscing the moment where he got to you as you were bleeding out. “When you started closing your eyes, I was sure it was the end. And I cannot lose you.” Bucky affirms with a shaking voice, “I know I don’t tell you often but my therapist says I need to learn to communicate what I’m feeling so here I am saying it : you matter to me and I need you in order to keep moving on. I know it might sound selfish but I cannot afford to lose you and if it were ever to happen… i don't know what I’d become.” he keeps saying with teary eyes, “I need you close to me. I love you so much.”

As you see a tear rolling down his cheeks, you take him in your arms and stroke his back. He hides his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in your smell. A part of Bucky feels bad for being the one getting comforted when you’re the one who got wounded notwithstanding he needs it. Losing you is his worst fear and since John shot you, he became aware his fear could become real in a second. You keep hugging him, proving to him it doesn't bother you to comfort him because you understand him.

“I love you too, Bucky,” you murmur in his ear, “so much.”

You stay in each other’s arms for a few minutes until your anxiety vanishes away. When you break the embrace, one of your hands finds its way to Bucky’s cheek and the second one strokes the bracelet with the pearls ‘forever’ before taking his left hand.

“I can’t promise you I’ll always be safe considering what we do for a living but I can promise you one thing : I will always do in my power everything to stay by your side and I want you to promise me the same because I need you as much as you need me.”

“I promise.”

Like to seal your promise, you delicately kiss each other with the Sun as a witness. Bucky doesn’t put his hand on your waist, worried he’ll hurt you involuntarily, so his hands find their way to your cheeks while yours get lost in his hair.

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May I ask for a Bucky x reader: while out getting some snacks for an upcoming movie night with James and the others, reader gets assaulted/mugged by some thugs. Even if she had been taught several skills involving self defense by James and her Avenger friends, she just froze... After some beating, they run of with her wallet, phone and jewelry. By the time she arrives at the tower, it wasnt the cuts or bruises that hurt the most- it was the feeling of shame/failure that was eating her up...

Let Yourself Be Human

Words: 3k

warning: cigarettes, fighting, robbery, descriptions of vomiting, panic attack, cat calling

ask from: @scorpionchild81

A/n: thank you for the ask! I've never been a fan of the 'gets robbed in and the man comes to save you' trope, this is a nice take on it.

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“Just hurry up, it’s getting dark out there.” Bucky worried as you pulled your bag over one shoulder.

You were this weeks ‘snack retriever’. The job was pretty simple, on movie night it was your job to go and grab all the snack requests before the movie starts. Because of everyone’s high level and time consuming job the requests could come in at the last second so it would be night when you’d walk to the store about a block away. It was an easy summer walk, you drew the short straw three weeks ago and everything went smoothly. The person who owns the small store knows all of you.

“I’ve done this before, it’s not even dark outside,” you just giggled and kissed Bucky on the cheek. He smiled a little and reluctantly sent you on your way, “you’re talking to a self defense coach.” you poked your head back in to say.

The sun was setting in the distance, you were walking away from the colorful swirl. The trip wasn’t too entertaining, you just had your headphones in and walked to the beat. Your hands stuffed into your pockets as you did that weird jog across the street where there were no lights and cars weren’t going to stop. As you were walking up there was a man who was smoking a cigarette outside of the store, he was looking you up and down even though no curve of your body showed in Bucky’s hoodie and tactile sweatpants; the ones with pockets that zip and had some on the back. As you got closer you just stared him down to try and make him look away, but he didn’t.

His jacket was large and bulky, and looked tactile. Army green pants that had so many more pockets that weren’t needed with tan coloured construction boots. “You should smile more,” he commented as you quickly passed the threshold of the door, the little bell ringing over his voice. You paid him no attention.

“Hello, Mrs. Chen,” you smiled as the lovely lady who worked the cash, she waved back. You worked up and down the aisles and found all the snacks easily, everyone got the same thing every time. Sometimes Mrs. Chen had some of the very regular snacks laid out for you on movie nights.

Your little basket hit your leg every step and got heavier the closer you made it to the cash. You lugged it on the table and she worked her way through and scanned all the little treats. As she did that you got your card out and looked out the window to the street, it was hard to see because in between the two window panes was metal bars that looked like jail cell bars. This place was easy to steal from, you had suggested the bars for added safety especially since Mrs. Chen lived above the store. As you actually took the time to take in your surroundings you realized the man wasn’t there anymore, he was not even a quarter way through his cigarette when you walked passed and no one would ever put one out with that much left. It was hard for you to not get a bad gut feeling but you felt it anyways, every single possibility came into mind but the only one that stuck was that he was waiting for you outside.

“Cash or card?” Mrs. Chen asked, it knocked you out of your thoughts.

“C-card,” you stumbled and tapped the chip to the machine, you put the food in your bag and headed out the door. “Thanks, have a great night!” you called over your shoulder as the bell rang again when the door opened.

The cool wind hit you in the face, the sun had really gone down. It was getting colder than you anticipated. Your lungs seemed to double in size as you took in a massive deep breath, the cold air felt nice against your anxiety constricted throat. The man wasn’t there, there was no cig on the ground. He probably got cold and started to head somewhere else, maybe back home. When you let the breath out you could see the faintest puff come with it, you weren’t dressed for the weather at all.

As you went to cross the street you didn’t notice but the bus was covering the car that was coming, you leaped back at the sound of a blaring horn. Falling right on your ass you watched as the yellow taxi sped by you, a hand reaching out of the window to flip you off. “Asshole,” you muttered to yourself before standing up. Everyone seemed to be looking at you, granted, you almost got snow plowed by a car because you were j-walking. A quick wave made everyone look away, then you went back to crossing the street.

You manually lowered your bug eyes and kept going, your bag was gripped tight by your hand. The cold air was doing the opposite of what you wanted, it seemed to be freezing your lungs. You almost got hit by a car, you could take a moment. You turned into the alley but didn’t go too far in, it was getting darker by the moment and taking your time was going to leave you to walk in the very dark of the night. The pink swirls you saw before were deep blue and some purple, the moon was already up and the sun was close to being invisible. While focusing on the visible puffs of air that came with every breath you began to calm down, the honking sound still slightly blurred in your ear but it was fine now.

The sound of gravel made you look up, your bug eyes came back again. The same man with the army pants and massive jacket stood in the middle of the alley opening. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, legs spread wide. All you could see was his face by the low light off the butt of his cigarette, the red glow lit his face in an evil way.

“Long time no see,” you really took the time to hear his voice. “Still not smilin’,” a smirk appeared on his face, the cigarette showed off the brown teeth and cracked lips. If he wasn’t smoking you would have guessed he went through three packs a day, his voice was as gravely as the loose rocks he stepped on.

Your mind wasn’t in the right place to argue, you just shook him off and started to walk towards him to simply keep walking away. As you were about to pass him his arm came out wide and clotheslined you, you fell right back and dropped your bag at contact with the ground.

you wheezed, “what the fu-”

“Give me your necklace!” he screamed, “and that ring!”

“N-no,” you brought your hand up to your chest, “I have a boyfriend, isn’t that what makes you guys leave us alone!” you gripped the pendant Bucky got for you after one year of being together, the ring was the first piece of jewelry you ever bought on your own.

“I don’t fucking care!” He leaned and shoved you further to the ground, his hand gripped the pendant and while you tried to kick him off he ripped it back, the chain swayed in his hand as he got the ring as well.

Everything happened so fast, he was so much stronger than you. You had no serum or powers, you were just a spy. He dumped out the candy in your bag as you just laid there in complete shock, your wallet fell out and he took that and ran.

Tears filled your eyes as you collected the candy, you shoved it back into your bag. Your phone that was in your back pocket was smashed, your headphones didn’t work anymore. “Pathetic,” you whispered as you slowly stood up. A shooting pain came from your tailbone, every step hurt. “Why didn’t you fight back?” you asked as you turned out of the alley, your hand instinctively coming up to fiddle with your necklace, but it wasn’t there. More tears fell as you went back into the compound, the movie room was far away. “Stupid,” you gasped as you fell into the bathroom. As you looked into the mirror there were no cuts or scrapes, just the extreme redness in your eyes. “Get it together!” you screamed before crying a little more.

Cold water. Tough love. A punch to the thigh.

You walked into the movie room with a fake smile, everyone cheered but Bucky didn't. He just looked at you. You dumped the candy on the table and everyone went for their snack of choice. When you fell back onto the chair with Bucky a small sound of pain escaped your lips, but you covered it with a cough. Bucky just looked at you, he didn’t say a word.

“What?” you looked up at him.

“What happened?” he asked softly, no one could hear him.

You just looked forward to the opening credits, Bucky sighed and did the same. His arm went around your body, it was different this time. Before he’d do it to keep you close to him in a fun, cuddly way. He’d kiss the top of your head as you told him about your day. But this time he held you almost protectively, a soothing way to tell you he was here and ready to fight for you. The kiss he laid on the top of your head was held longer than normal, a deep breath was taken by him as he kept his lips pressed firmly to your hair.

The movie began, “just know I’m here for you, okay?” he whispered but all he got was a nod and little whimper.

Two and a half grueling hours of watching the love of his life curl further into a little ball, he knew something was wrong. Every little thing made you flinch, even Bucky clearing his throat made you pull away from him. His mind raced with everything that could’ve happened, there were too many scenarios. Those many scenarios merged into one, though it was literally impossible for you to run into Zemo, the Red Skull and Dr. Zola, Bucky still thought about it. His mental clock went off every five minutes, he’d rub your arm or kiss the crown of your head, sometimes he’d ask if you wanted to go back to your shared room; nothing got you talking. It seemed as though you were beside yourself, nothing was making you laugh or cry. You weren’t looking at the screen.

The three wick candle that sat on the table reminded you of the dim lighting from the cigarette. You could picture the man’s face as he ripped your necklace right off as you just sat there, not even trying to fight back. The small flicker reminded you of the wind, how quickly it picked up when you walked home.

“What’s up with the candle?” Bucky whispered, you flinched back. Everyone looked over, Bucky just cleared his throat and pulled you back into him. “Did you hear me?” He whispered, you shook your head. “What’s up with the candle?” he asked again, not even looking over to the blue wax coloured candle, he kept looking at you.

“I don't know,” you muttered.

“Would you like me to blow it out?” Bucky cupped your cheek.

“N-yes, sorry.” you cowered back and fell deeper into the chair.

But just gave you a sympathetic look and awkwardly leaned forward. with a quick and sharp breath, much like the push you received, the candle was out. The wicks still glowed red. The trails of smoke went up into the air and distorted the picture on the screen, the final scene in the movie. Bucky acted like it was nothing, he put his arm right back to where it was before. He watched the screen for five seconds and carefully moved his eyes to try and look at you, you were still looking at the candle and not at the screen.

The room went pitch black, the screen had faded into the credits. Everyone began talking but Bucky leaned right down to your ear. “Pretend your sleeping, I’ll carry you back to the room.” his breath flushed against your ear.

“Why?” you quietly asked, Bucky had never heard your voice this quiet before.

“You were trembling when you walked in and your legs have not stopped this entire time, let me carry you.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and you nodded.

The overhead lights came on and the room was still very dim. You closed your eyes and let your head fall on Bucky’s shoulder, you could hear him picking up the candy wrappers.

“Hey, Buck,” that was Sam’s voice, “what’s up with the missus?” he asked.

“Long day,” Bucky spoke softly back. There was a prolonged silence where everyone was still talking but you could hear the soft clicks of a mouth moving, Bucky was mouthing something to Sam. “I’m gonna bring her to bed, she’s too peaceful to wake up.”

“She’d probably smack you,” Sam sounded uneasy.

Effortlessly you were picked up and carried bridal style out of the movie room, the sound of voices got smaller and smaller. The door opened and you were greeted by the meows of Alpine, you were laid on the bed and Alpine jumped up on your stomach. You still pretended to be asleep so you could get out of talking to Bucky.

The warm fuzz ball was removed from your stomach, “I’m not stupid.”

You opened your eyes, Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at you. “I never said you were,” it came out like a question, unaware of how to answer that statement.

“I’m not stupid,” he said again, but this time he kept talking, “where’s your ring, your necklace, why didn’t you tell me you were making your way back, why is your back hurting?” He placed a hand on your far hip, caging you in. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You don’t get to talk to me that way,” you sat up, but the grimace on your face when you rested on your tailbone wasn’t helping your case.

“Oh really?” Bucky sarcastically asked, “because when I tried to be nice you brushed me off. Something happened and I don’t deserve to be kept in the dark like that, especially after you started tearing up mid-way through the movie.” Bucky leaned closer, “I don’t want to be mean, I’m trying to help, and to help I need to know what happened.” He kept looking at you, those eyes knew how to get anything out of a person. He watched and did nothing as you began to cry, they softened but he didn’t give in. “Tell me, one word, that’s it, give me one word.” he whispered.

“Stolen,” your voice was thick with tears.

“What was stolen?” he calmly asked, his hand that was on your hip began to rub around. “Was it the necklace and ring?” when you nodded your head he swallowed hard, “who stole it?”

“He told me to smile more,” your hand came up to play with your necklace again but it wasn't there. Bucky saw this and quickly took off his dog tags and put them around your neck, giving you something to fidget with.

“He?” Bucky asked, “who’s he?”

You let out a shaky breath, “I don't know, he was there and then when I left he wasn’t.” you sniffled, “when the taxi almost hit me I went to the alley and he was there again.” you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, Bucky was frozen for a second before hugging you tightly.

“You almost got hit?” Bucky asked, he rubbed your back while the other hand cupped the back of your head. You nodded, “you almost hit by a taxi and then walked to an alley and he said to smile more?” Bucky asked again, you shook your head this time. “What am I getting wrong?” In the crying state you were in you couldn’t manage a sentence, Bucky needed to piece it all together.

“H-he was there wh-when I went in, then he was gone when I l-left,” you stuttered out and went back to crying.

“Okay, good job, thank you.” he praised you a little more before going back to figuring it all out. “While you were walking in the store he told you to smile more?” you nodded and Bucky let out a deep breath. “When you left the store with the food he was gone, yes?” his left hand worked big circles on your back, there was a beat to your sobs that he tried to follow. When you nodded he kissed your temple, “you’re doing great honey, just keep answering and we’re gonna figure it out, okay?” he asked again, “keep responding.”

“I-I’ll try,” your voice was high, trying to force out the words as you breathed out the sobs.

“When you were leaving a taxi almost hit you, yes?” you nodded, “were you shaken up?” you let out a hum of agreement, “so you went to catch your breath in an alley and he showed up again,” he kept going, “did he touch you?”

“He pushed me over, and I didn’t get up, I couldn’t.” you added.

“Why?” At that question he felt your breath pick up, “it’s okay, stay calm, it’s okay, big breathes.” Bucky pulled out of the hug to look at your face, your skin was going pale and slightly green and your eyes were wide, pupils dilated to the max and your lips were beginning to chap from the mouth breathing. “Did he take the necklace?” he asked but you didn’t answer, “doll?” he shook your shoulders a bit, a quick jolt. “Honey, can you talk to me, let me know you’re there?” his voice was getting worried, his words moved faster. “What’s your name?” he cupped your face, you didn’t respond.

Your eyes flicked to him, you were looking through him before. Bucky’s eyes flicked between yours, not knowing which eye to look at. Your hand moved and gripped the dog tags, but all you felt was the shame of losing the original necklace. You were a trained fighter and this man robbed you without a weapon, he shoved you over once and you didn’t put up a fight. If it happened to Bucky, Bucky would have taken three seconds to be able to kill him. You just sat there hopelessly, everything you’d learned and applied to Hydra agents went out the window when it came to a normal civilian.

All at once you were leaned over the side of the bed, the candy you ate back right back up. The colorful particles splattered all over the floor, Alpine ran off the bed and into her bed right away. She was smart and knew when to leave the humans alone.

“Look at me,” Bucky gripped your face, his thumb ran over your bottom lip and picked up the vomit that didn’t have enough projection to hit the floor. Bucky called Alpine and she came back on the bed, Bucky placed her in your lap and then stood.

It was a failed distraction, all you saw in the vomit that laid beside your bed was a pathetic little girl who was somewhere she didn’t belong. The floor was clean now, Bucky was back to right in front of you. Your breathing was stable again, he used the clean part of the cloth to wipe your face.

You took a deep breath, “he shoved me over and ripped off my necklace and ring, he took my wallet and ran. I just sat there and did nothing,” your voice was void of any emotion, an extreme contrast to how you were acting five minuets ago.

Bucky just looked at you, “you almost got hit by a car, I’d be freaked out too.” he squinted his eyes, seeing what type of support you needed right now.

“You could have fought him, I should have been able to.” your voice didn’t move, Alpine pawed at your chin, she knew something was wrong.

“We have bad days, there’s time where I just look at a Hydra agent while we fight and I think I know them.” Bucky cupped both sides of your face and wiped his thumb back and forth, “ask Nat about it, sometime it lasts three seconds, sometimes three days.” Bucky let out a deep breath and you copied, “it's normal.”

“It shouldn’t be,” you added, avoiding eye contact. “I shouldn't be here, I can’t fight, can’t do anything, really.” you sniffled and looked anywhere but Bucky.

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he said casually, your head whipped to him so you could look at him. “Set the standard,” he nodded, “if you can’t fight all the time: go home.” his eyebrows pulled closer together, he was challenging you. “Once we put that out there every single person in this building will go home, you hear me?” Bucky got serious, but not in an angry way. “This job is taxing, we aren’t ready all the time. You wanna know why?” He asked, “this isn’t rhetorical.”

You nodded, “yes, please.”

“Because we are human.” He stated, “serum, no serum. Magic, no magic. Wings, no wings. We are human, and we can be forgiven.” Bucky leaned in and placed a kiss to your lips, “I’m not mad, no one is or will be.” he smiled, “it took me a lifetime to figure it out.”

You pulled back to look in his eyes, “but I should have-” He cut you off with a kiss, his lips pressing hard against yours. Both hands kept your face still, he didn't care that he could taste the vomit, or the tears. As he slowly pulled back you kept your eyes on him.

“Let yourself be human.”

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Comfort

Summary: You and Bucky spend a splendid evening together

Pairing: Chubby Beefy!Bucky x Plus-Sized Baker!Reader

Word Count: 770

Rating: 18+ / Mature

Warning: Sensual Massaging, Body Worship, Fluff, and Implied Smut

A/N: I’m trying my luck with drabbles in order to get myself back into a writing mood. Enjoy!

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“Uh, I’m stuffed!” Bucky exclaimed as he dumped himself onto the couch. His unforgiving paprika long-sleeved Henley riding up his overworked belly.

“Well, you did overdo yourself, love,” you gently chided as you gave him a kiss while you rubbed his distended belly.

“I can’t help it. Your food is too delicious.” He wasn’t lying. Your food puts Stark’s Michelin star chefs to shame in his opinion. Tonight’s menu was an incredibly decadent 100-hr lasagna with Lemon Ricotta Cake and Homemade Chocolate Hazelnut Gelato. Fuck. Could you really blame him if he may have eight servings of dinner and five servings of dessert?

Well, his stomach could.

“Oh, you poor baby.” You cooed as you placed a kiss onto his belly right below the exposure line of his Henley.

Bucky hummed happily at the gesture. He loved the attention and care you gave him. You always welcomed him with open arms never caring about his past or his vibranium arm.

He smiled to himself remembering the day he saw you.

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He was taking a walk out of Tower one morning after yet another nightmare when he heard a light, acute laugh that sounded like the clear tinkling of bells. Luckily, he was able to discern that the source was from a bakery across the street.

He saw you handing a customer and their child a bag of cookies and almond croissants. You patted the child on the head as they went in for a hug. Waving your customers goodbye, you turned your head slightly and saw him, really saw him in a way that only Steve did. You smiled and waved at him as he entered the bakery savoring the rich, heavenly aromas feeling welcome for the first time in decades.

It didn’t take long for you to warm his heart and everyone in the Tower noticed. Though it did take Bucky five months for him to make his way into yours. Both Sam and Steve ribbed him for ‘losing his 40s charm’.

It took another six months for Bucky to realize he was packing on the pounds. Having a super-soldier metabolism makes these things easy to forget. It didn’t matter in the end because he liked what he saw. He was truly happy for the first time since 1943. He no longer looked like HYDRA’s Fist, a being of destruction and agony. Instead, he looked like his own person again and he was eternally grateful to you for making it possible.

Plus, he felt a rush of ecstasy whenever you gave his tummy some love every chance you got.

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“Hmm, if you’d like, I could give you a belly massage.” You offered grinning at the pleased moan that escaped his lips, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You loved seeing his relaxed face. Bucky was everything you wanted in a boyfriend. He was kind, a great listener, funny (been having some self-doubt about that), and witty. It didn’t hurt that he was drop-dead gorgeous. You could’ve sworn your panties dropped every time he moaned from the taste of your food.

Also, you wanted to return the favor for the phenomenal neck and back rub he gave you the other night.

“Alright, Bucky. Let’s get started, okay?” You smiled giving his taut tum a placating pat giggling when he let out a loud belch ending in a gratified groan.

“Fuck, that hit the spot, doll.”

“I’m glad I could be of service.”

You pulled off his Henley biting your lower lip at the somewhat softened planes of muscle gracing your vision. Carefully, you poured some oil over his belly and began to tenderly massage his softening midsection.

Whatever tension he held throughout the day melted off his face. You lived for the moments of peace you could give him.

You made sure to apply extra pressure to the spots he guided you to while also making sure to give his belly a kiss now and then.

“You’re so beautiful, Bucky.” you praised. Every model in the fitness magazines and in movies had nothing on him. You wanted to make sure he knew it, too.

Bucky could only moan in response, but that could also be the knot you loosened near his right pectoral.

You were about to move onto his shoulders when picked you up bridal so quickly that you felt a little disoriented. Damn super soldier reflexes.

“Thanks for the dinner and massage, doll. Now it’s time to return the favor.” Bucky growled with a devilish grin.

You laughed as he carried you to the bedroom with both of you wondering happily what you did to deserve each other.

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[marvelousell]

I can't get this idea out of my head... You have a very sexy photoshoot and your bf Sebastian Stan keeps getting teased with it by his colleagues. When he gets home he shows you just how it made him feel

Surprises

A/N: Seb is a big inspiration 😫

Warnings: SMUT 18+, swearing, unprotected sex

You thoroughly enjoyed your job and career. Who would have guessed that your little fantasy of becoming a model will be a reality now?

Everyone thinks that being a model is easy-peasy. Well being a model has its benefits. Traveling around the globe, being the highlight of every famous magazine cover, having cute little outfits. I mean everyone would enjoy that?

But you coming out of your shell was the most important thing that came from your job. You were a happy girl, having the best boyfriend, family and job.

Sebastian was your greatest support. He couldn’t be more proud of his gorgeous girl, glowing in every photoshoot.

He would always make sure to show off his girl and the photoshoots that she always showed him. But this work of yours was a bit different. You for VS, in a hot red set. You sure wanted to keep this a surprise for your boy.

And it was a hell of a surprise.

Sebastian was currently done shooting his scene, making his way to the group of his co-stars.

He was a bit confused at first, everyone staring at the one small screen of someone’s smartphone.

“Hey Seb, finished your scene?” One of the boys said. “Yeah, taking a break now.” He replied.

“Well you sure didn’t tell us your girl was a VS model now.” The same one said.

“Sorry, what?” He was now highly confused, not only because of the the whole VS modelling thing, but because he didn’t know from where he got that information.

“Well her new photoshoot pictures, I mean they are fire man.” He said, showing him his girl on the small screen.

You in a bright red unlined lace bra, followed with matching red lace panties.

You were hot. He for sure felt his cock twitching in his pants. But right now he was pissed, seeing his colleagues drooling over you.

He didn’t like sharing at all.

“Yeah, they are fucking fabulous, just a shame I already saw that in a live version.” He stated, wanting to show the boys who you belong to.

They were all now quiet, changing the subject, and chatting about the movie.

He couldn’t get the photos out of his head. He was clearly turned on.

“Oh you are going to have a long night baby girl.” He mumbled to himself.

-

You were already in your bed, reading a book, and waiting for Seb.

After a while, the bedroom door opened revealing your boyfriend.

“Helloo handsome.” You teased, rolling to the other side of the bed to be closer to him.

“Hello.” His voice dry, and jealousy still present.

“Oh well someone’s not in the mood.” You spoke back.

“Oh baby I’m in a huge mood, you don’t even know.” He was finally looking at you and your figure on the bed in that silky white nightgown.

“I want to show you something.” You tried to reach your phone innocently, but he was faster, grabbing your hand.

“I think I got the surprise doll.”

“And it surprised my colleagues too.” He was jealous.

“Did it?” You tested him, biting your lip.

“Don’t worry doll, I already made sure they from now on know who you belong to.”

“But it seems I need to teach you also.” He carried on, playing with the straps of your nightgown.

“Strip for me love.” He demanded.

You made sure it was slow, but fast enough, because you couldn’t ignore the wetness growing between your legs.

“Need to teach my pretty little model, who can only see her like that.” He kissed your shoulder.

“Who can only touch her like this.” His hands cupping your still clothed heat.

“And who can only make her this wet.” He now pushed your panties aside, slowly rubbing your pulsing clit.

“Fuck Seb..” Your head spinning from the feeling, wanting more.

“Huh, already drenched, and all that just for me.” His voice teasing you.

“Please..more.” You craved his fingers so bad.

“More? Be a good girl doll, and ask politely what you need.”

“Please baby, want your f-fingers inside me. Please.” You whined, leaning your back on his chest.

His fingers pushed inside of you, making you moan in pleasure. The scene in front of him made his cock grow in his pants. He wanted to fuck you raw all night.

“Mm I-I’m so close, don’t stop. Please.” As much as he wanted to stop, he just couldn’t. He wanted to see you fall apart. Just for him.

You were shaking by now, gripping his hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your toes curled, eyes shut.

“Good girl.” He removed his hands, licking them clean.

“Sweet as always, doll.”

He was now in front of you, removing his boxers. His hands next to your head, forehead on yours.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you will beg for more every second.” He kissed you roughly, biting your lip.

Your hand reached for him, stroking his now rock hard member. Loud moans that were coming from your chest filled the room.

Your pushed your hips up, trying to feel any kind of friction, but he pinned them down, breaking the kiss.

Seb now took his cock in his palm, rubbing the tip up and down extremely slowly.

“Baby.. Please I need you.” You tried your best to stop the teasing.

“Yeah, where do you need me?” He continued with the show.

“Here doll?” His tip now on your entrance, slowly sliding in.

Your loud moan was the only answer he got.

He thrusted into you, staying like that for a minute.

“You always take me so well baby.” He was looking at you, now pinching your nipples.

What a fucking sight.

He now pushed your legs up, fucking you mercilessly. The pad of his thumb was on your clit moving it in harsh circles.

“You going to cum for me once again baby?” He asked kissing your breasts.

“Mm fuck, I’m so close don’t stop.” He could feel you, his own orgasm close. His cock twitched inside of you, filling you up.

You were a masterpiece, your hair sprawled on the pillow, his cum dripping out of you.

Sebastian loved you so much.

“God, you are the best.” He kissed you.

“I’m glad you liked the surprise babe.” You said.

“Oh I loved it, my stunning model.”

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[that-damn-girl]

(4) Bucky and The Bed

Completed

Chapter 3

Bucky and The Bed Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

Words: 3800+

Summery: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find  in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky has become your personal heater and there’s only one bed.

Chapter type: Fluff.

Chapter/Trigger warning: Self depreciating thoughts. No smut but mentions of getting stimulated. Language.

A/N: A huge thank you to @writeyourmindaway for letting me use their lovely dividers used below. Check out this for other awesome dividers made by her.

Climbing the steps of the cabin, the comms felt heavy in Bucky’s hand. A week, his mind kept repeating. Bucky wondered how you’d react to the news he’d brought along.

At first, he’d liked the idea of being with you and only you for one entire week very much. It sounded very appealing to him. Sure, he’d never try anything with you to jeopardize his friendship, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy spending some alone time with you. There were no worries for unscheduled last minute missions or the time ticking for the planned ones. He’d be the only one getting your undivided attention. He felt giddy and low-key wanted to squeal with excitement. It’d be an entire week of being with you; being near you.

And that thought scared him when his brain drifted back to the incident of the previous night. You’d be stuck with him in close quarters; and yes, you’d be in danger of him hurting you. Though he was happy, he didn’t know if you would be. Despite what you said, he knew he’d given you a scare last night. He wondered if you’d too be happy about it or if you’d dread it. Somewhere in his heart he knew it’d be the former, but his anxiety feeded at him like a starved at a buffet.

Stalling his negative thoughts, he willed his mind to not jump to conclusions as he entered the cabin. He hoped to find you in front of either of the fireplaces soaking the heat. When he didn’t see you in any of the rooms, he checked the bathroom. You weren’t there either. His anxiety returned full force.

Assuming the worst, he called your name as he checked through the windows. He saw you then, at some distance on the backside of the cabin, where he couldn’t have seen you while entering. With an ax in hand, you appeared to be chopping woods. He sighed in relief, cursing for having worked himself over for nothing.

Leaving the house again, he approached you. From his angle, he had a perfect view of your ass in the air everytime you bent down to pick up another piece of log. If it hadn’t already from the jogging, he was sure his mouth had become dry just looking at you. He worked had to keep the wild thoughts of your round butt at bay. It was proving to be difficult.

So invested in the job at hand, you hadn’t heard his muffled voice call out your name earlier.  Having it instilled in his nature, he walked towards you with the lightness of a feather, his boots not making much sound. You hadn’t heard him coming until he was just a few steps behind. Your training overtook the control as you clutched the ax in one hand and retrieved the gun from your thigh holster in the other, immediately turning around and taking a defensive stance.

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks at the abruptness, “Come on, Y/N, it’s just me.” He said. Relief washed over you as you dropped your weapons. It was just Bucky. And he was back.

“Hey,” You stepped towards him, eyes washing him over with concern, “You alright?”

Bucky smiled, “Everything’s good.”

“What happened? Were you able to contact them?” You asked Bucky with hope dripping out of your voice. He chewed his bottom lip, his thoughts taking the best of him. Deciding it would be no good to stall the eventual, he told you all about his conversation with Sam.

“So the effect would wear off? That’s great! A week’s no big deal.” You shrugged, trying really hard not to let your excitement surface, a beautiful smile gracing your gorgeous features. Bucky grinned, glad you weren’t too upset.

Inwardly, you were dancing with joy. A week with Bucky! Just the two of you and seven nights in that bed. Oh, may lord forgive the perverted images that were entering your head at the prospect.

“It’s good that you started on them.” Bucky said, looking at the impressive pile of firewood you had already gathered.

“Yeah. We already exhausted what we had. Though without any heating system, we’ll need much more than this.” You said, picking up your ax.

Bucky nodded, “Do we have another ax?”

“Yeah, I think I saw a bunch of them in there.” You nodded towards the cabin.

Bucky soon brought the tool and went to work. The thuds of metal striking wood could be heard loud and clear in the isolated environment, leaving an unpleasant pang in your eardrums. You breathed hard as you brought down the blade against the hard wood, white puffs coming out of your mouth with each exhale. Your motions continued, eager to be over with the job.

After a long time of straining your muscles, you took a break and chanced a glance at Bucky. Splintering the logs in swift and clean strikes with his muscular arms, he looked like a natural. The plates in his metal arm shifted with every stretch he did. Brows furrowed on the hard planes of his face, you imagined how he’d look like a lumberjack. The mental image made your mouth water.

Without giving much thought, you called out, “Hey, Bucky, I bet you could split them with your bare hands.”

He looked at you, eyebrows raised, “Really? You think so?” He sounded very unsure.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “Go on, try once.” You sat on wooden stump you were using.

He picked up one of the uncut logs, curious to try but unsure how to hold it. After he examined it for a moment, he kept one end of it on his chest and dug his fingers on the other end. To his surprise, when his metal fingers dug in creating a crack he didn’t have much problem in splitting the log in half with a loud grunt.

Though he liked the moment of testosterone flowing through him, making him feel masculine; like a very manly man, he wasn’t sure if he liked that in front of you. He had broken so many things with his hands. After last night, he didn’t want you to witness any act of aggression which involved his arm, specially if you were to be trapped with him for the next few days. Hearing a loud gasp he looked at you.

If your heart wasn’t beating fast from all the chopping you did, it was sure as hell racing now. If that wasn’t one of the hottest, most nerve wrecking, panty dropping things you hadn’t witnessed. His face contorting from all the pressure he put; the nerves getting strained in his neck; the brute force he used; the loud gravely grunt which left his lips, the rise and drop of his large and beefy chest as he breathed. It all made you wet, unforgivably so. You couldn’t help the gasp escaping your mouth.

Bucky looked at your wide eyed expression. Your mouth was hung open. You quickly recovered, not wanting to make a fool yourself, “That was so cool!” You gushed, trying to make him believe you were not just wishing he’d strip you down and have his way with you, “I wish I could do that!” You truly did.

Bucky was confused with your reaction, not in the least bit understanding what about it was appealing to you. He tentatively said, “You’re not…It doesn’t…scare you?” He looked towards his metal arm, dropping the wood and tightening his fist.

Your heart drummed still, but to the tunes of heartbreak more than anything else. Until yesterday, he was making great progress with coming in terms to and loving and appreciating all of him. He knew that. You knew that. But suddenly one set back happened and it sent all the process he’d made went tumbling down the drain.

You couldn’t let that happen; you wouldn’t let that happen.

You made your way to him and took his metal arms in your hands. Bucky saw with a tensed look as you opened up his fist. It felt heavy in your hands and you loved the weight of it. Slowly, you brought his palm towards yourself and kissed each of his fingertips gingerly, softly; taking your time with each tip. Bucky’s face became expressionless, but his eyes betrayed everything.

Giving one last peck to the inside of his palm, you kept it on your cheek and cupped it with your own, “Tell me Bucky,” You rubbed the outside of his palm in soothing circles, “What am I supposed to be afraid of?”

You looked into his eyes with nothing but softness; daring to him to continue believing what he did.

A lump formed in Bucky’s throat. He couldn’t speak those words with you looking at him like that, but he did, “I can hurt you, Y/N.” The pain abounding in his eyes exhibited itself on his face too.

“But will you?” You asked, eyes unwavering from his.

“Y/N, you know I’d never.” He looked down, unable to hold the intensity of your gaze at him, “But what if I lose control?”

“Bucky,” You moved closer, bringing one hand to him and making him look at you, “Honey, you don’t give yourself enough credit. Last night you didn’t lose control-”

“Then what’s this?” He hissed, grabbing your right arm and shoving up the sleeves. The bruises on your wrist unambiguously in the shape of his metal fingers gaped at you, “You were just trying to help me, and I did that to you.”

You broke away from him, lifting your layers a little to show the already fading bruises on your abdomen, “Look at these. These are bruises as well, and I got them while fighting those goons. I wouldn’t have been here; wouldn’t have been an Avenger if I wouldn’t be able to handle a few mere bruises. I am not enhanced, Bucky, but I am not fragile either!”

Bucky looked remorseful. You walked to him, taking his hand back in yours, “Tell me Bucky…when you were approaching me and I didn’t hear you, I raised my weapons at you. I thought you were an enemy. Are you mad at me for that?”

Bucky shook his head vigorously. What sort of a question was that? Of course he wouldn’t be mad at you for something like that. But before he could verbally answer, you continued, “What if I hadn’t waited to look who it was and straight up attacked you? I had an ax and a gun, Bucky, and they are no child’s play.”

Bucky cupped your cheeks, “But you didn’t, doll.” He shook his head again, “You were protecting yourself. You didn’t let the fear overtake your actions.” When you looked at him calm countenance and raised your eyebrows, Bucky mulled hard over his words, taking in what he’d just said.

“Exactly! Sweety, we are trained to protect ourselves. What you did last night was in self preservation. You don’t need to be sorry for that.” You encompassed his fingers in yours as you said.

“Bucky, I am so proud of the man you are today. Sam is so proud. You’ve risen above the man they made you to be. It wasn’t you who chose to do those things, but it’s you deciding what you want to do now.”

“Doll…” Bucky started, but you interrupted.

“No, you listen to me.” You dragged his metal arm away from your face and held it up, closing your fists around it, “This is beautiful, Bucky. Just like you.” You held his arm close to you, “You help who you want to, you hurt who you want to. Just like you trusted me that I wouldn’t shoot you or swing at you, I know for a damn fact that hell would break lose before you’d seriously injure me. Stop underestimating me or doubting my words.”

Bucky’s eyes glazed over. His feelings couldn’t transform into words for what he had to say. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve to friend a like you by his side, “You’re right. I’m sorry, I underestimated you, Y/N. I- I let my insecurities get the better of me.” He tugged you, hugging you close to him, his head resting on yours, “Thank you so, so much, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bucky. I know you’d do the same for me.” You said, snuggling your head into his chest.

“I want to.” He simply replied.

Since Wakanda, Bucky had started being at peace with the fact that what he was made to do for all those years ago was none of his fault. The torture he was made to do on the mostly innocent for 70 years was not something he could forget easily though. Years later, he was still in the process today of not blaming himself. He always reminded himself that he was only a vessel and not the evil intention whenever his mind overran.

But it was a process, a course; bound to get rocky and disturbed by hurdles at one point or the other. And even if nothing more, you were his friend. One he had chose to confided in and trusted enough to show the most vulnerable parts of himself.

If there were going to be insecurities, you dared them to come his way. You’d help him jump all the hurdles he’d let you, and if he wouldn’t, you’d find a way to assist him anyway. Always. Because he was your friend and you were his.

Hours later, you sat on the couch with your shoulders and back sore and strained. You’d acquired enough firewood to use leisurely in the duration of your stay, and even then the owners of the cabin would be left with a mighty amount. You were satisfied with your hardwork, but your muscles screamed and wailed and pitched insults at you.

You’d spent nearly the entire day chopping and storing the wood with Bucky. Throughout dinner, you kept tilting your head right and left in an attempt to stretch the hardened muscles of your neck and shoulders. You rolled your shoulder joints at several intervals, but all was in vain.

Your back was a different story altogether. They treated you with unrelenting vengeance. You sat straight, it hurt. You slouched, it still hurt. You tried to shift in different positions on the couch without disturbing Bucky, but no matter what you did you never found any pose comfortable enough.

You knew you should’ve stretched.

“Sore muscles?” Bucky asked, glancing at you.

“It’s worse than weight lifting, Bucky.” You whined. He laughed.

“Didn’t stretch?” You deeply regretted not doing just that. At least the pain wouldn’t have been such a bitch.

“Okay,” You drawled, “Mistakes happen. I didn’t think it’d be that straining. Move on!”

“I can give you a massage if you want.” He offered.

Yes please, your brain screamed. You knew you wouldn’t have to strip in this freezing climate. He’d massage you with your clothes still on. Yet the thoughts of his hands running over your covered body and tending to your muscles was enough to bring out the squealing schoolgirl inside you. You couldn’t have Bucky see that side of you though. In order to seem composed, you cleared your throat, “You know how to give massages?” You asked, intrigued.

“I am not a masseuse, so don’t expect anything grand. But I am sure I can relieve some tension in your muscles.” He shrugged. You knew what he was talking about, but your mind didn’t hesitate in developing an entirely new kind of tension in a different group of your muscles. Only if he could relieve those as well.

“Yeah, well, that’d be great!” You hoped you didn’t squeak. You stood from the couch, ready to move to the bed.

Bucky looked at you with confusion as you moved, “Where you going?”

“The bed.” You answered, turning to him. Looking at his clueless expression, your face burned. Oh, had he not meant it to be on the bed? Did he want to do it on the couch? Of course he did. You cursed yourself as you tried not to stutter, “I- I mean, I thought it’d be easier there?” You didn’t know if it was a statement or a question.

“Oh- um, yes, that’d be easier.” Bucky said, feeling extremely dumb. What kind of a doofus gives massages on a couch? The Bucky kind, he thought.

Inside the bedroom, you removed a couple of layers before laying down on the bed on your stomach in your side of the bed. Your arms laid were freely by your side as your head rested sideways. After stoking the fire, Bucky joined you.

When you laid on your front, your butt somehow seemed to be pushed up as if waiting to pop out. It looked rounder and much more plump than usual. Bucky tried very hard not to think about it, “Relax and keep your muscles free. Take a slow and deep breath. Tell me if anywhere it hurts or if it’s too much pressure. I am starting with your lower back, all right?” You nodded.

Sitting on his knees sideways near you, Bucky was mindful not to touch your raised ass. Using the whole of his hands, he started at the bottom of your back. Flexing at the wrists so as to not apply too much pressure, he patted his hands up and down on your back in quick and agile motions.

Wanting to toy with him, you said, “What, you call clapping my back a massage?”

“Oh, shut up. I told you to relax. I’ve just started. You’ll soon see what I call a massage, honey.” He said, smirks spread on both your faces.

Bucky continued it for sometime. Moments later, you couldn’t deny the stimulating and compressive effect it had on your tissue.

Then he glided the inside of his palm and fingertips in the short, circular motions, kneading lightly, maintaining long and even strokes. Slowly, his hands inched upwards and covered your entire back before coming back down and starting again. He kneaded your shoulder and lower neck everytime he reached there. The motion was so soothing you closed your eyes and just enjoyed the feel of it.

He started light, but as the pressure applied by him increased gradually with the passing minutes, you could feel your muscles ease and unwind. It felt as if the tension in them started flying away as his hands worked. God, did it feel good. Without meaning to, you let out a soft moan.

You didn’t realise that, but Bucky definitely did. His hands stopped for a second, worried he’d used too much force but then your voice said, “Wow, Bucky, you’re good. I didn’t know you could massage so well.”

He started again, “Uh, thanks.” He alternated between pressing and kneading hardly and lightly in his laps. It worked like magic on your hardened tissues. You couldn’t stop the low yet undeniable moans which left you.

But Bucky’s ears were much more sensitive, as were the other parts of him. Nothing really was low for him.

After continuing the kneading, his changed his motions. Bringing together his fingers like a lobster claw near your lower back, his fingers started pushing the skin back towards his thumbs like one would fold paper fans. His thumbs flattened the rolls of flesh meeting them as his hands moved up. The layers covering you made it hard, but it still had a soothing effect.

“Is this okay?”

“Perfect.”

’Ooh’s and ’Aah’s left your mouth every now and then as he continued. They were accompanied with so much feelings from you that he couldn’t keep his mind straight. Though another part of him had no qualms about being anything but straight.

Thumbs extended, he next pushed down gently on either side of your spine. His thumbs moved forward, angled towards your feet.

As he glided his thumbs, the knots in your cramped muscles were further relieved. You felt heavenly as your muscles loosened up. Your appreciation came from the unintelligible noises you made. As the pressure applied by his hands increased, so did the intensity of your moans, and so did his member. Bucky was having a very hard time.

The final string broke when he worked on your acu-points. The moans you made were loud and powerful enough to hide his grunts. They were downright sinful. If there were any chances left of him not being hard by then, they were undoubtedly fulfilled.

His mind immediately shifted to all those massage porn videos he had ever seen. He remembered how they started with either the masseuse starting to stimulate the customer or the customer noticing the masseuse’s hard situation and taking care of it.

However, if anything here which was stimulated or was taken care of, they were your muscles. That too of the shoulders and back only.

He couldn’t stop his actions for the risk of you finding out the reason. You couldn’t stop expressing just how good he made you feel. There were a whole lot of ’couldn’t’s and very less ’could’s for his liking.

He continued though. Only for you. Anything for you.

After a long, long while, he sat back and criss-crossed his legs. He put a pillow on his lap before he asked, “You good?”

You gave out a very content sigh. You felt relaxed and refreshed, the muscles feeling smooth as butter as you rolled your shoulders. The pain and soreness you felt had vanished, replaced by a calming sense of ease.

Turning to lay on your back, you held his hand, “Good? Bucky, I’m great! More than great, in fact. You were amazing! Thank you so much! I really needed that.“

“It was nothing.” Bucky smiled. At least one of you got what you wanted. And then he saw you get under the covers, ready to head to sleep.

Being stuck with you, he didn’t know if it was his good luck or bad. He was near you, and yet he wasn’t. He could touch you, but he couldn’t touch you.

Thinking about how he had to sleep near you and not with you, Bucky wanted to weep when he felt himself twitch under the pillow.

Why does it always have to be me?

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Chapter 5

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[all1e23]

Heart & Soul [Pt.22]

Epilogue: Stardust & Fairytales

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s been two years and Bucky’s just as lovesick as ever.

Warnings: Pure fluff. Like so much fluff you will probably die from the sweetness.

A/N:  Search for heart & Soul HCs for HCs and drabbles if you want extra bits with these two. ***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam though! Thanks!*

Bucky relaxed the moment he walked through the front door to his home, relief filled him. The smell of Chocolate, cinnamon, and cayenne saturated every inch of the home and he adored it. He dropped his keys into the glass bowl that now sat in the foyer, on a little table by the front door, and hung his new coat on the hook next to several others.

Never did get that old one back.

Y/n looked much better in it than he ever did.

The house was quiet and most of the lights were off, all but the hall light and what seemed to be the light from their bedroom upstairs. He pulled his shoulder holster off, checked the safety on his gun, and pulled his badge off his belt. His badge was dropped off next to his key as he slowly made his way towards the kitchen. He’s been thinking about those vanilla bean sugar cookies all damn day. Bucky hung his holster in the hall closet and slipped his gun into the safe at the top. After what happened with Brock, she had trouble being around guns which is why his gun safe resides in the hall closet and not their bedroom.

It was getting easier as more time passed and the memory of that day started to blur.  

Bucky set his eyes on the cookie jar and made his way around the counter to snatch one. There was always some type of cookie laying around lately, Tony said it was something Omegas did, and he would catch on eventually.  Whatever that meant. Right as he was about to grab several cookies he heard a shuffling above him.

"Alpha?" Y/n called from their bedroom, a bit of worry filling her voice.

Treats would have to wait.

It's been two years since they bonded, two amazingly blissful years, and Bucky still preened every time she said his title. He was no fool. He knew the years she spent avoiding Alphas and in the past how it only fell from her lips by force or out of fear. He was well aware of what it meant for her to willing call him hers. What it meant for her to lovingly call him Alpha and there will never come a time when he took it for granted, for the rest of his days.

And, oh. It had to be the prettiest sound he could ever hear.

"It's just me Omega," Bucky called up towards their bedroom to quell her fears, keep those dark thoughts from brewing. 

 Y/n still got scared even despite knowing Brock was dead and Pierce was behind bars for the rest of his pathetic life. Bucky had Tony develop them an alarm system and Natasha took over showing her how to defend herself. Natasha told him she could teach Y/n how to kill someone without having to enter a room or ever being seen. Bucky wasn't overly fond of that idea, but he did trust Natasha to show her how to break the arm of an Alpha twice her size.

After Nat bragged about her training abilities Bucky took Y/n back down to Lightning Round but this time she laid him out flat in under ten seconds. If he was a weaker Alpha, he would have been embarrassed. It honest to Gods had him so turned on he nearly tossed her over his shoulder and dragged her cute little ass home. 

He begged her pin him down to the bed later that night. 

Despite her training and the peace of mind that came with Brock being dead, Bucky knew it would take longer than two years to block out all those memories, to squash all of those fears. He's got time though. He's got the rest of his life to spend rewriting every bit of damage Brock did to her, replacing them with sweet memories and he had every intention of washing away every single thing that haunted her.

Bucky slowly climbed the stairs towards the master bedroom they now share. They moved out of his studio and into a new three-story brownstone, down the street from Steve and Tony right after Bucky got out of the hospital. Tony had insisted it was a bonding present and Y/n nearly fainted when she saw it. It was almost as big as theirs and had to cost more than what was an acceptable gift. Even for Tony Stark-Rogers. 

Y/n tried to argue it was too much, but Tony told her, Zip it. I like to take care of my family and you and Barnes are family.

It was a huge change from the days he would come home to a cold empty studio, eat dinner with Steve or Sam and then go to bed alone. This was nothing like that darkness. It was warm and bright and pictures line the walls in nearly every room.  She took her time picking out each and every photo and for a time he used it as an excuse to take several hundred photos together and a few hundred more of just her. There may or may not be close to ten framed photos on his desk at the station. He’s not even sorry. He won’t apologize for being desperately in love with her.

Pieces of antique furniture they picked out together are scattered throughout the three stories. It took a while to find everything she wanted, but Bucky didn’t mind at all. He liked following her around flea markets, stores, and estate sales as she tried to find the right pieces for each room. He’d give her the world if he could so a few months shopping for couches and tables was nothing.  Antique hooks in the entryway hold her bright blue scarf along with his jacket and he's never been happier to have throw pillows on his couch. It still blew him away that this was all his and he didn't just mean the house. Bucky never thought he would have her, that she would be his and shit if it doesn't make him feel lighter, happy.

The only one upset over the move was Sam. The spare bedroom often has him taking up residency and neither Y/n or Bucky mind. 

Bucky finally made it to their bedroom and smiled at the sight of his Omega sitting on the end of their new canopy bed. She really wanted something that looked like it was pulled out of a fairytale and if he was being honest, he can't tell her no when she leans in and pouts at him like that. He can’t tell her no ever but especially when she pouts. They ended up with one of those huge four-poster canopy beds and she covered it in some see-through fabric and twinkly lights. 

So, every night was a starry one, Bucky.

She was so excited by the idea he didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t need the lights.  She’s the only starry night he needs 

There his star sat, in the middle of all that lace hanging around her, perched on the edge of their bed. She was all dressed up in that little black number he loved, the one with the lacey back and shorter than normal skirt. He watched as she gracefully slipped on her heels failing to notice he had made his way up the stairs.

It's simple and domestic. He adored how normal it was.

"Hi, beautiful." He rumbled into the quiet of their room.

She looked up at him and beamed in response.  

“Hey, you.”

He caught a whiff of something sweet that wasn't her and he was immediately on alert, glancing around their bedroom for the source of the smell. "Are you cookin' somethin’ sweet, doll? We are supposed to meet Steve and Tony for dinner in less than an hour.”

Bucky strode towards the bed and grabbed her hands, gently pulling her up and into his arms. It probably should bother him how much he needed to have his hands on her, but he couldn’t help himself. He spent too many days holding back from feeling her soft skin under his hands, so he wasn't about to be frugal with his affection now.

They've got too much lost time to make up for.

"No, I'm not cooking and yes I remember. It's on the calendar in the kitchen and in our phones." 

Because yeah they were those mates. The ones with a synced calendar. Y/n giggled at the tickle of his beard against her neck as he kissed along her jaw and down her neck towards the silvery lines that marked her as his.

Forever.

In this life and the next. He was certain of that.

"We are going to be late if you don't stop. My sweet Alpha."

Buky was too busy running his nose along her scent gland and gently nipping at his mark to hear her giggles. He took a deep breath of her scent and stilled, slowly pulling back to meet her eyes. She was the source of the strange smell. Who the hell had been in his house scenting his Omega? Fear started to build in the back of his head, but he quickly pushed it away. She was there in his arms and okay, she would have told him if something was wrong.

Still… Something was off. 

"Omega, why do you smell different? Sweeter? Maybe- maybe spicy? It smells like..." He nuzzled her neck again, taking in the scent one more time, and there it was, faintly hiding within her scent. 

"Like Red Hots?”

Y/n laughed at her Alphas confusion, fondly carding her fingers through his soft locks. 

"I guess when the time comes, I'll be the one explaining the birds and the bees to our little one." He furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side, utterly lost. At least, he looked adorable like that. He’ll get it eventually. Y/n smirked at his confusion and kissed his cheek, detangling herself from his arms, fighting his arms off as he tried to pull her back against him. 

"We better go. You know Steve hates it when we're late for our reservations." 

Bucky watched as she strolled out the room and frowned. He had no fuckin’ clue what she was going on about. They don’t have a little one and none of their friends had kids yet, though Nat and Clint were talking about adopting.

What the hell…

"Hold up a damn minute!" He shouted, chasing after her. 

"Mrs. Barnes... Our little one?!" He scooped her up in his arms before she could reach the stairs, attacking her face and neck with kisses, earning loud giggles from his wife.

She sighed happily and wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her nose along his, kissing his lips softly before confirming but Bucky all ready figured out. 

 "Yes, Alpha. Ours. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"I've been ready since the moment we met, 'Mega. You better call Tony because we aren't going anywhere tonight."

Bucky carried her back into their bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him, Y/n threw her head back and laughed. Just wait till he found out that Tony and Steve were the first to know. It wasn’t her fault they caught her at the drug store! Bucky was right. Tony really was a nosy Omega. Bucky gently sat her down on the end of the bed and she bent down to undo her heels, but Bucky caught her hand before she could.  

“Nu-huh, babygirl.” She shivered when she saw the deep red consuming the cool blue of his eyes. 

 “Leave the heels on.”  

"Whatever you want James.” She purred softly.

Bucky grinned and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving the scaring to his shoulder completely visible. Even with the months of healing and weeks spent in the hospital he still had some trouble moving his shoulder at times and the scars from multiple surgeries to repair the damage will never go away. She knew he had a hard time accepting the way he looks now, but to her? It's absolutely beautiful. Just like the rest of him. She leaned up placing feather-light kisses on the scars on his shoulder and the ones spreading onto his chest, the ones that saved his life. It wouldn’t have changed anything if he lost his arm that day. Nothing could ever change the way she felt about him.  Y/n looked up at him and smiles brightly in only the way she can.

"I love you, Buck."

There was no holding back, no worry or fear to admit how deeply she loved him because he always returned her affection ten-fold. 

"I love you, Y/n"

Now, this. This was perfectly perfect. Their own little fairytale and nothing else could ever be sweeter.

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Week 14 Roundup!  We have SO MANY FILLS this week, so go forth and appreciate!

Title: WinterWar  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - WinterWar  Ship: WinterWar  (Bucky/Rhodey) Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Date Night with Bucky  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: C1 - Date Night  Ship: none Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: Shopping With Bucky  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: U4 - shopping together Ship: none Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: WinterIron Family  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: K3 - WinterIron Family  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: Winter/Thunder  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: B2 -  Winter/Thunder  Ship: WinterThunder Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: God Bless America Collaborator: candycanedarcy  Link: AO3 Square Filled: C4- WinterShield  Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature  Major Tags: Surprise Party, Implied Sexual Content  Summary: It's Steve's birthday, and Bucky has a surprise for him.  Word Count: 2504

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Title: The Words We Never Said Collaborator: Trashcanakin  Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - Misunderstandings  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Teen  Major Tags: fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, getting together, suicide idealization, happy ending  Summary: It was Bucky's birthday, he hated this day; and hearing Tony say he didn't like him made it so much worse.  Word Count: 2408

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Title: Lulled Collaborator: DeepDisiresLonging  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y2 - lullaby  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff, twinge of angst  Summary: A night at home with the baby and flickering memories  Word Count: 252

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Title: Trouble Ties—Tony & Bucky  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K5 - IMAGE: Arm getting fixed  Ship: Tony & Bucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: gifset

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Title: Take the Shot Collaborator: DeepDisiresLonging  Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Just do it  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Teen Major Tags: major character death, Angst, peril, plausible death  Summary: Bucky has a choice: save thousands or the woman he loves.  Word Count: 319

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Title: A Favour Collaborator: acreativelydifferentlove Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C1 - Hurt/Comfort  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: angst, swearing, fake dating, Bucky presents as an asshole, party situation, (feeling) embarrassment/humiliation, fluff  Summary: Bucky comes to you in need of a favour. Despite the unrequited crush you unknowingly shared, you agree.  Word Count: 4056

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Title: Aim to Please Collaborator: Politzania  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Bedsharing  Ship: WinterHawk Rating:  Mature  Major Tags: pining, Clint POV, eventual smut Summary: Clint and Barnes have to act the part of a honeymooning couple for an op. Except Clint kinda wishes they weren’t acting.  Word Count: 1356

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Title: The Party Collaborator: welldonebeca Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - Disney Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Gen Major Tags: Brief light angst, fluff Summary: When Bucky can’t handle a loud party, you comfort him and shows your boyfriend the best Disney film of all times.  Word Count: 570

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Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - AU: Space Pirates  Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Bucky & Tony get sent to the future or somethin’ idfk an’ end up bein’ stuck together in space. It’s an unlikely team up, but they’re all who’s left. This was supposta be a Treasure Planet thing, but I ain’t seen that movie in so long all I could remember was the flyin’ ship lmao. Then, Star Wars got me, an’ I was like, Han Solo, bro! They can be space scoundrels, stuck as a team. But also, like a modern day space Robin Hood?? Why not? Let’s go rob the rich evil space lords an’ give back to the poor! An’ all this BS is exactly why I shouldn’t try thinkin’ a shit in the wee hours of the night 😂 TL;DR: Bucky & Tony hafta become partners, full with sarcasm an’ skeptisicm, then they grow closer, join a rebellion, & get married in space. I don’t make the rules, bye.

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Title: Haunted by the Past  Collaborator: queen-of-the-avengers Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U4 - family Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: angst about killing a family member accidentally, nightmares  Summary: For 20 years, you’ve been haunted by the same nightmare over and over again. No one knows what it’s about until Buky finds you at the cemetery.  Word Count: 1777

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Title: Just Good Friends….  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Ship: not specified Rating: Teen  Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Write me a kiss Collaborator: HogwartsToAlexandria  Link: AO3 Square Filled: C5 - Tony Stark/Iron Man  Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: AU, fluff, first meetings, getting together  Summary: Tony Stark thinks he's got much better things to do that spend his time speaking with a nosy reporter. Until said reporter arrives and sets camp in his life, and maybe his heart.  Word Count: 1012

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Title: Dark Alley Protection  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K4 - dark alleys Ship: none Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Of Soldiers and Wolves  Collaborator: Menatiera Link: Tumblr Squares Filled: Chapter 28 - U2: Wintershield  Chapter 42 - B3: Reincarnation  Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Polyavengers, Choose Your Own Adventure, Multiple Storylines, PTSD,  Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Major character death, Torture, torture of an animal, death of old age of an animal, Body Dysphoria (kind of)  Summary: Steve died crashing the Valkyrie. It comes as a great surprise to him when he wakes up at all, more so that he wakes up non-corporeal and with the ability to share bodies with animals.  Word Count: 35,553

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Title: WinterBanner  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U5 - WinterBanner  Ship: WinterBanner  Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: shot through the heart (and you're to blame) Collaborator: candycanedarcy  Link: AO3 Square Filled: U1 - paintball  Ship: WinterHawk  Rating: Gen  Major Tags: first date, fluff, characters have PTSD, nervousness Summary: Bucky and Clint go on a paintball date. There ends up not being much paintball.  Word Count: 1996

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Title: Gotta ♥️ the Comics  Collaborator: shield-agent78  Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y4 - WinterIron  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Call Me James  Collaborator: queen-of-the-avengers Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - free space Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: none  Summary: You have a very special talent, and the tattoos on your body are able to tell your story for you. When Nick Fury gets word of you, he thinks you could be a very valuable asset to the team.  Word Count: 2093

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Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C2 - AU: Angels & Demons  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Long ago, Tony met an angel named James. The two fell in love and secretly wed. The angel vowed to come see Tony whenever he could, sneaking away often to visit. In fear of their short time together due to a humans’ lifespan being vastly shorter, James graced Tony with a choice to become immortal. Tony agreed. But one day the angel stopped coming, and Tony wept for what seemed an eternity. Decades passed, but Tony never gave up hope James would return. And return he did, as a demon.No longer bound to Heaven and free to roam Earth.

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Title: with a tie we cannot break (im bound to you)  Collaborator: NightWideOpen  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - Soul Mates  Ship:  Bucky/Louis Tomlinson  Rating:  Teen  Major Tags:  Crossover, Light Angst, 1940s, Pre-Slash  Summary: Everyone is born with two letters on their skin, the initials of their soulmate. If they're romantically compatible, the soul bond takes hold, and two soulmates can feel what the other feels any time they like - emotionally and physically. Some people waste years on dating sites, filtering through relationship after relationship and waiting for the bond to manifest. Some people meet their soulmate by chance, and the bond solidifies, only to find that they aren't compatible. There's infidelity, there's death, there's tragedy and distance and doubt. But sometimes... sometimes it works out. This is one of those times.  or  Louis has the initials B.B. on his wrist. He meets Rebecca first. Word Count: 9057

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Title: Second Chances - Part 7: Wakanda  Collaborator: until-theend-oftheline Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U1 - exile Ship:  Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated Major Tags:  Mention of mild control, mention of coma, implied sex  Summary:   Dr. Y/N Pierce has dedicated her life to helping others, so when her father Alexander offers her a job working for Shield she sees it as the perfect opportunity. What she doesn’t realize is the evil he is hiding from not only the world but his own daughter. As she finds out she turns her back on him and HYDRA, but as the Winter Soldier starts to remember who he once was, he turns to the only person he remembers being kind to him in decades. Can two fugitives help each other find peace with who they are and where they came from?  Word Count: 2300ish

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Title: Nightmare Romance  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C2 - Hurt/Comfort  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: fluff  Summary: You help Bucky through a nightmare only to find out what caused it was you.  Word Count: 1171

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Title: Put On a Show For Me Darlin’ Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y1 - Clint Barton/Hawkeye  Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Explicit  Major Tags: smut, striptease, lap dance, language  Summary:  A friendly game of truth or dare turns leads to so much more; especially when your boyfriend is involved.  Word Count: 1704

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Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - [Image of Bucky from Comics]  Ship: WinterIron Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: moodboard Summary: *Handwavey comic book science magics* Bucky & Tony were together for some reason an’ got trapped in a bad storm, a lightning bolt an’ a meteor crashed right next to ‘em at the same time. Now they have fancy powers. Bucky has electrokinesis & Tony can time travel/warp through time & space/teleport. Bucky was worried he’d hurt people more if he couldn’t control it, an’ Tony keeps warping in an’ out ‘cause he can’t stay still an’ keep himself grounded. They have more control when they’re together. Bucky’s able to keep Tony stabilized with his powers.They grow closer due to these shenanigans, an’ havin’ to figure out how to deal with & control these new powers an’ get married. I don’t make the rules, bye.

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Title: When Once We Thought Ourselves Broken Collaborator: pherryt Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U4 - Asexuality  Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Soulmates and soulmarks, asexual Bucky, mute Bucky, Deaf Clint, panic attacks, light angst, hopeful ending Summary: Clint’s soulmate mark had never worked right, blinking on and off since the day he’d been born. Bucky was broken in more ways than most people knew, except maybe Steve, even before he’d headed off to war and HYDRA had gotten their hands on him. Everything finally makes sense when they come together. Word Count: 10,084

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[assembletheimagines]

“We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” You said and raised your chewed up shoes.

Your dog, stared back at you with innocent eyes. Its’ head tilting adorably as you tried to be the strict parent in hopes your dog would listen to you.

“No, no. Don’t give me the look. You know what you did.” You pressed, trying your hardest not to melt at the huge fluff ball in front of you. You loved Chewie, aka Chewbacca. But he didn’t have to live up to the nickname. “My shoes aren’t chew toys!” You exclaimed. And Chew tilted his head in the other direction.

“I don’t think he understands, Doll.” Bucky said softly, the amusement evident in his voice as he approached you.

“No, he needs to! Babe, babe, these are my second pair of shoes I had to get rid of!” You whined turning away from Chewie to face your boyfriend in exasperation.

Bucky’s lips were curved up in a smirk ever since he saw you trying to lecture your dog. He gently took your messed up shoes from your hands. “I know, but, Chewie doesn’t care.” He reasoned and you groaned in response.

“Babe, I know. But-” your hands moved about for further emphasis.

You see, you two were in that stage of the relationship. The: “Let’s get a dog!” stage. And it was a stage you both probably should have really thought about because since you were a nurse and he was a fucking Avenger, you two didn’t think it would be a problem to get a giant puppy without any training. If you weren’t finding your chewed up shoes one day, you were finding “presents” your puppy left. As in, he should have been let out to go potty. And so you just should have trained him from the beginning, but you guys were so busy you just hadn't had the time. So, chewed up shoes were the consequences.

You sighed then, rolling your head to face your puppy again. “I still love you…” You mumbled and since Chewie knew you were talking to him, well paying attention to him, his tail swayed back and forth and his tongue darted out like he was smiling.

“We can get you a new pair later,” Bucky chuckled and hugged you back against his chest.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

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“Chewbacca! No!” The last word prolonged and sounding so heartbreaking you immediately ran to see what’s up.

When you came around the corner, you saw Bucky standing on one foot. Chewie, across from him, looking just as innocent when you found your chewed shoes last week.

“What-” your words dying out as your eyes zeroed in on the “present” Chew had left you guys on the tiled floor in the kitchen. It was smudged and everything clicked. “Oh no.”

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“We just should have gotten a goldfish.” Bucky murmured. Freshly showered as you drove to the store. Chewbacca’s head sticking out of the backseat window of the car. Tongue hanging, he was having the time of his life.

You smirked, and flickered your eyes over to Bucky for a moment before back to the road. “No you love him,” you said and like you two practiced it, Chew stuck his head in between you two and bumped against Bucky’s shoulder for attention.

Buky’s pout disappeared instantly and his hand came up to run through Chewie’s fur. “Yeah, but we really should have trained him right away.”

Your smirk grew and you pulled up to the store that helped trained dogs. “Yeah well, better late than never.” You mused. Bucky opened the door, and Chew eagerly jumped out. You smiled and Bucky waited for you to grab his hand before walking with Chewbacca into the pet store.

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