#i have no clue what you guys are going on about or who bucky is!!!

[sumeruin]

angel… hydra is like. the main villain of the marvel movies 😭 anon was not talking about the monster from greek mythology hydra is a nazi organization 😭

even more confused now what

#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ angel’s dreams⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ angel’s friends⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ #babe i have seen zero marvel movies or media of any kind in my entire life #i have no clue what you guys are going on about or who bucky is!!! #and why does his name sound like bucket

[golden-barnes]

Operation milkshakes, hospital visits and custody of Mr Bear

Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader Summary: Sequel to Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together. Bucky and Reader are finally on their little coffee date, but Amaya gets hurt. Then there's a shared custody to heal a broken arm. {wc: 2.7k} Warning: a bit of bucky being insecure again and a bit of insecurity from reader . Some sexual references bit of tension but its mostly fluff. Amaya gets hurt but it's brief. if you don't like a milf reader pls don't interact I don't want to get hate like last time lmao a/n: I have been writing this for years it seems and I finally am able to finish it and I'm so happy I hope you guys enjoy it. I am gonna try and finish all of my stories this month to be able to do other stuff. I am so sorry if it's shitty as hell, I tried my best to fight the writter's block Reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Is Bucky embarrassed that he has been texting none stop with his student’s mom? Yes, but who will stop him from feeling like he is walking on cloud nine? For the past few weeks, Bucky has been texting you back and forth whenever you had a break. 

Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to get that cup of coffee because of work, but Bucky knew he had found his match. Funny, intelligent, and the sweetest person he has ever met. 

Fuck, I feel like a love-struck schoolboy. Bucky thinks, cursing at himself while passing the exam papers to his students. Amaya smiled at him, basically giving him a knowing smirk. Holy shit, he feels blackmailed by a 6-year-old. 

She has no idea that Bucky and her mom are on a talking stage, but that doesn’t stop her from smirking at her teacher, who her mom has told her auntie that her teacher was cute. And that was enough for her already planning your wedding where she gets to be a flower girl. 

 Bucky sat down at his desk when he felt his phone vibrate. The notification had your name on it, almost making Bucky jump out of his seat. 

Hey, one of my clients canceled for Friday. U wanna get that coffee? 

Bucky couldn’t seem to write yes faster. He felt so happy, but shit, what was he going to wear? His closet comprises of henleys and sweaters. The occasional tank tops are there, but they weren’t the norm. He dresses like a middle-aged librarian, and he is proud of it. But, on the other hand, maybe he was overthinking it.

“Dude, it’s a coffee date. Not a Michelin restaurant.” Steve rolls his eyes at Bucky’s rant. Bucky told his best friends about inner turmoil and why he was so stressed. Sam just laughed at him.

“We don’t know about that one Rogers; she is a fancy lawyer for a fancy firm. She’s probably making the big bucks.” Sam winked at Bucky, which made him feel even more stressed. 

What if they dated, and she felt embarrassed to show him to her lawyer friends? He is on a New York Public school salary, it’s a miracle he has enough money to live alone, but he was going to be rooming with Steve. 

“Sam, stop torturing him, please. I can see the smoke coming out of his ears.” Wanda explained, heating up her lunch and smirking at her extremely stressed friend. 

“He is just so fun to mess with.”Sam whined while Bucky couldn’t help but scoff. 

“I am glad my suffering is your enjoyment, but I am about to run away to New Jersey and live as a hermit because I haven’t been on a date since college, and I have no fucking clue what to wear. Help me.” Bucky rambles, almost out of breath. Sam bites back a chuckle while Steve just looks worried. Wanda sighs; being the only person with brain cells in the teacher’s lounge is difficult.

“Bucky, wear that brown blazer you wore at my engagement party. Maybe a blue henley underneath. You did say she thought you looked hot in those, so who cares, honestly. “ Wanda Maximoff, the voice of reason to these messy elementary school teachers once again. 

Bucky should stop asking these things to Sam and Steve and just ask go directly to Wanda. 

(Y/N) wasn't doing that great either. She really liked Bucky; he was a hot guy but caring and smart. He made her laugh with his dorky quotes and references. He was well-read and gave her excellent book recommendations. 

More importantly, Amaya loved him. Every day she would show up rambling about something he had done in class that made her very happy. Whether it was telling her a funny story using Mister Bear, Bucky’s teaching assistant that Amaya adored, or handing her a fruit roll-up when the other kids weren't looking. Bucky was her favorite teacher, but it mostly felt like he had taken a father role that she needed.

One thing that made her stress out was how she was perceived. She had been on dates before, and every time the men went home running with their tails between their legs after feeling threatened by her confidence and career. 

Being a single mother and a powerful lawyer really fucked over her chances of dating. Apparently, knowing your worth and what you want doesn’t make you that appealing to men, especially these insecure, fragile masculinity-having assholes. 

But Bucky seemed different; he knew she had a kid and an influential career and still wanted to date her? He was different. 

“You still overthinking this date?” Her coworker and close friend, Jen, asked her. Nat rolled her eyes, knowing (Y/N) like the back of her hand. 

“She has been making a pros and cons list on her computer for the past hour. Girl, he likes you. No grown man texts you romantic quotes at 3 am without sending a you up? Text.” Natasha rambles but (Y/N) sighs. She knows what Nat is saying is correct, but still… She didn’t want to make things awkward for ‘Maya. 

“She has it really bad, but he seems so sweet. It’s just a coffee date; get to know him in person.” Jen tried to comfort her. She patted her shoulder, sorta giving (Y/N) a side hug. 

“Now on to date outfits. I say a plaid skirt and a sweater. The skimpiest skirt you have.” Nat grins evilly. 

“It’s a coffee date, not a hookup.” (Y/N) laughs at her suggestion. 

“Whatever you say, but that man’s shoulders are so broad that it wouldn’t be surprising if your legs were on them after the night.” Nat shrugs, but (Y/N) and Jenn laugh at the sexual joke. 

“I am trying not to give Maya a sibling yet.” (Y/N) threw a piece of paper at Nat. 

“Yet is the keyword in that sentence.” Nat winked at her comment. 

Bucky was shifting his weight on the chair. They had decided to meet at this cute little café that opened about a month ago. It was right next to a bookstore that Bucky loved so much, and coincidently (Y/N) took Amaya a lot to get her story time books. 

“Sorry I am late; traffic was horrible.” Bucky swore his breath was stolen from his chest because the minute he saw her, he felt like his lungs didn’t have air. 

“I- uhm, I get it. You look beautiful, by the way.” (Y/N) smiled at his compliment while sitting right before him. 

“You don’t look bad yourself.” She winked at the teacher, who started sweating bullets once she began to compliment him. 

“Are you ready to order?” The waitress asks the couple. (Y/N) nods while Bucky just looks puzzled at the menu. She smiled at him.

“Give us a minute, please.” (Y/N) said kindly. 

“Do you have any idea what you are going to order? If you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky asks sheepishly, but the woman just smiles. 

“I am dying to try this plum strudel, especially since Maya isn’t here to steal my pieces. And I need a milkshake.” (Y/N) explained; Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.

“Amaya is a bit of a sugar fiend, isn’t she? I can’t even eat my fruits in peace without her looking at me as if I stole them from her.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) rolled her eyes because she knew her daughter.

“It’s not a shocker. It’s practically my fault. When I was pregnant with her, all I did was eat candy. I have a sweet tooth, but she’s like a sugar monster.” She explained, reminiscing all the pregnancy cravings she had. Bucky laughed at her comment. 

“You sure you don’t want coffee?” Bucky asks all of a sudden. Finding it weird that she is ordering a milkshake at a café. She shook her head.

“Oh god, no. It would be my 5th coffee this day. I’ve had back-to-back meetings, and every meeting has a coffee run. Then there’s the coffee between every 15-page contract I have to write.” Bucky chuckles because that seems like he is the same in a completely different way. 

“I get you. After grading my 10th paper, I’ve already drank 3 cups of coffee. My record is 7 in one day. I was planning on getting the milkshake too.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) laughed. 

“So we are two coffee addicts on a coffee date, but we aren’t gonna drink any coffee. Got it.” (Y/N) smirked at Bucky. He felt his ears getting red. Suck it up, Bucky; she hasn’t even said anything sexual. She is just being funny. Bucky said to himself. 

“It appears that we are. I hope you don’t mind, but I’mma order the same thing as you. I love plums. My ma makes the best plum pie I’ve ever eaten.” Bucky rambled, trying to stop himself from buckling under her gaze. Suddenly (Y/N)’s phone rings. 

“Hey MJ, what’s up? Oh what? I am on my way.” (Y/N) hangs up, her face turns somber, and her eyes are filled with tears. 

“I am so sorry, Bucky, but I have to go. Amaya fell, and the babysitter told me she won't stop crying. Her arm might be broken, and I must take her to the hospital.”  She says, gathering up her purse. She was shaking, trying to stand up, but her legs were shaking. Bucky stands up to help her. 

“Can you drive?” (Y/N) shook her head, worried because Amaya was always careful. She runs around like any normal kid but is ultra-cautious about getting hurt. Bucky extended his hand, and she grabbed it. 

She gave him the directions to her house so Bucky could drive her home. She hadn’t really said anything during the entire ride; Bucky didn’t know what to do, so he did what he did best. Ramble on.

“You know I broke my arm around the same age. But mine was in a fight.” Bucky said, which got (Y/N)’s attention. 

“Back when we were kids, Steve was the smallest kid in our classroom, and there was this kid named Tom; he kept pushing him and making fun of him. So one day, I stood up for him and decided I could fight Tom. I should mention that Tom was 2 grades above us, so anyway, he pushed me so hard that I fell. Broke my arm and wasn’t allowed to go to recess anymore. My teacher, Sally, knew that Tom was a bully and got me a lesser sentence.” Bucky told her. She smiled.

“So you were a troublemaker as a kid. Kinda like my ‘Maya.” She joked, smiling, talking about her little girl. 

“Oh, Amaya is a little angel in comparison to me. She is manipulative as hell, but she’s a sweet kid. Takes after her mom.” Bucky complimented. (Y/N) sighed at his compliment. 

“I tried my best. It’s not easy, you know. Being a single mom. Sometimes I think I don’t do enough and that I am never there, but-” 

“Listen, I have been a teacher for a while now. I have seen parents who don’t care and never show up for their kids. You aren’t one of them. I know for a fact that every Wednesday, you take her to a museum or an interactive place. You are her person, and I think you are a fantastic mom. “ Bucky interrupts. He grabs her hand, and she squeezes it. Bucky parks in front of her house. Her big ass house. He keeps forgetting that she is, in fact, a well-paid lawyer. 

Amaya did indeed have a broken arm. Bucky had to carry her to the car and into the hospital. He even sat with her when she was getting her X-ray while (Y/N) talked with the doctors. 

“I wish all dads were like you.  You really made this a lot easier for her.” The nurse said, looking directly at Bucky, who was holding a very tired Amaya. Bucky felt his ears getting warm. 

“I’m not her dad.” The nurse scoffed at Bucky’s correction. 

“Could’ve fooled me with how she’s so attached to you.” She noted. (Y/N) walked into the room with the doctor.

“Hey, ‘Maya.” The little girl in Bucky’s arms stirred at the sound of her mom’s soothing voice. (Y/N)’s eyes were puffy, probably from crying at seeing her baby in pain. Bucky wanted to hug her and Amaya, but he couldn’t really move with a child in his arms with a broken arm. 

“The doctor needs you to sit on the little table over there to check you out.” (Y/N) said, which caused Amaya to slightly shake her head and grip Bucky’s arm with her non-broken hand. (Y/N) looked at Bucky in the eyes, almost pleading with him to help. 

“Amaya, if you sit there, you’ll get to take Mister Bear for the entire month.” Bucky wasn’t new to bribing kids, it’s sometimes the last resort, but Bucky knew how much Amaya loved Mister Bear. The little girl smiled weakly and turned to look at her doctor. (Y/N) smiled at Bucky, she mouthed him a thank you. Bucky was sure his cheeks were glowing red.

“Please, Mister Bucky, sign my cast.” Amaya said, giving him a pen to sign her super bright pink cast. Finally, she calmed down after they put the cast on her, and she got to pick a color. Then, they returned to (Y/N)’s house, where MJ, the babysitter, was still in the place, worried for little Maya.

Bucky laughed, signing his name on her cast and adding a roughly made butterfly. Amaya giggled at the butterfly. Bucky didn’t even notice (Y/N) walking towards them. 

“How are we gonna do the custody for Mister Bear?” She asks, noticing that Amaya is walking towards MJ so she would sign her cast. 

“Well, I use it as a teaching tool, so I have to have it during the day.” Bucky explained. (Y/N) nodded.

“And I can’t pick up Maya this week because I am in court all day.” She added. 

“I can bring him over after work if you want. “ Bucky suggests. (Y/N) extends her hand for Bucky to shake it. 

“I can agree to that, Mr. Barnes.” She said, smiling at Bucky. 

Bucky could die right now, and he would be happy. But who would’ve known that a ruined date could be saved by a shared custody agreement of a teddy bear with a 6-year-old? 

For the past week, Bucky brought Mister Bear for Amaya to play with. After giving the girl the bear, he wouldn’t leave the house. Oh no, no. (Y/N) would give him food, and he would even eat dinner with them. They talked for hours about shows, movies, their childhoods, and just everything they could think of with a glass of wine. Amaya would go to bed, and they would stay up talking, even if they had to wake up early. 

Bucky and (Y/N) had told Amaya that he was staying over for dinner in exchange for Mister Bear because saying, “Hey, mama and your teacher like each other a lot, but you can’t tell anyone” is too much for a 6-year-old. 

What they didn’t count for was that Amaya was too smart for her own good. She knew it was strange that Bucky stayed for dinner and that her mom would wear her “special” perfume whenever Mister Bucky came over. So is this how she’s gonna get a dad? And all she had to do was break her arm. 

Bucky was talking to Steve when Amaya approached him with a book. Both men turned their attention to the little girl with the bright pink cast. 

“Mister Bucky, Mister Bear and I want to read this book tonight. Could you bring it over later?” Steve’s eyes widened, and he turned to his best friend, bewildered by the revelation made by the kid. 

Bucky nodded, trying not to speak because he felt like Steve would have a heart attack if he had verbal confirmation that he was going to (Y/N)’s house every day. 

“James Buchannan Barnes, are you sleeping with your student’s mom?”Steve whisper-s creamed once Amaya was out of hearing range. 

“I am not sleeping with her… We just eat dinner together, and I bring Mister Bear for Amaya. It’s our custody agreement.” Bucky tried to explain, but Steve looked like the vein on his forehead would pop. 

“Fuck Bucky, you are in deep shit now,” Steve whispered. Wait until Bucky tells him he is utterly in love with his student’s mom. Oh shit, what?

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barns x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader

[holylulusworld]

Bucky got this

Summary:  Snippet to “Big girls don’t cry”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (different one)

Warnings: cocky reader, cocky Bucky, meet cute, banter, arguments, language

Big girls don’t cry masterlist (Steve Rogers x Reader)

A/N: This chapter with Bucky happens shortly after chapter 4 of Big girls don’t cry.

Outside the bakery, Bucky watches Steve and his girl slowly fall into a light conversation. He smirks and puffs his chest.

“Another satisfied client,” he mumbles as he rubs his hands. “I should do this professionally.”

You watch the odd guy stand outside the bakery, talking to himself while watching a cute couple talk. 

 “Do you often stand on the sidewalk to watch other people? Is this the kind of thing getting you going?” You step closer to poke your index finger in his upper arm. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky snaps at you.

“I watched you for a while and you looked like you were about to get your dick out in public,” you scrunch up your nose as he makes a face.

“Who are you anyway?” He turns toward you, his friend long forgotten. “Did you spy on me? I bet you did. A woman watching other people has nothing better to do than spying on Bucky.”

“Pfff...you wish,” you grumble. “And what is a Bucky?” You cock your head. “You shouldn’t play Peeping Tom in public. Have some decency and jerk off to porn at home like other creeps.”

“What kind of woman talks to someone she just met like that,” Bucky grunts. He looks you up and down, wondering if you always attack people out of the blue. “I didn’t do anything wrong. My friend Steve and his girlfriend make up at the bakery thanks to me.”

“You get off playing matchmaker?” He huffs as you mirror his scowl. “I don’t believe you!”

“I’m not asking you to believe me, only to leave me alone. I need to-“ He turns his head only to watch Steve and his girl walk out of the bakery. “Crap, now I don’t know if they made up thanks to you, lady.”

“I bet you only tried to spy on them, perv,” you step next to Bucky to watch the other guy shyly hold out his hand for a girl. “Hmm…he looks not too bad. A shame he’s already taken.”

“Hey, that’s my friend you are talking about,” Bucky dips his head to glare at you. “He’s a taken man. I just helped him get back together with his girl!”

“You are not a good guy,” you size Bucky up. “I sense cockiness, hypersexuality, and perversion.”

“Perversion?” He splutters. “Lady, no one called me a hypersexual, cocky pervert before. I won’t let you get away with this.”

“What? Are you not horny as hell,” you drop your eyes to his crotch. “Because there is a prominent bulge in your pants. I bet fighting with me turned you on. Pervert.”

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you want me to take you home and not leave until morning,” he purses his lips as his eyes roam your body. “You are the pervert."

“How dare you?” You stand on tiptoes to look taller and growl at Bucky. “I’m not a pervert for calling you out on your creepy behavior.”

“A caring and worried friend is a creep nowadays?” He bites back. “Huh? What kind of person are you if you don’t understand that sometimes you must help your friend get back together with his girl.”

“You mean to get laid.”

“I’m talking about love, lady,” he argues with his hands, blue eyes turning into thunderous orbs as he glares at you. “I guess someone like you got no clue about love.”

“Watch your tongue!”

“No, you watch your tongue!”

“I dare you to say another word,” you jab two fingers into his chest. “You…you!”

“GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” a guy from across the street yells at you and Bucky. “We don’t want to watch you make out in the middle of the street."

“Who asked you asshat!” You and Bucky say in unison as you turn your head toward the guy.

“We can do whatever we want. Maybe I’ll take him home and fuck the life out of this bastard,” Bucky swallows thickly when you grab his wrist and guide him away from the bakery.

“Wait. Where are we going?” He asks. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Y/N,” you say as you walk a little faster. “You owe me something sweet as you distracted me from getting my daily doses of sugar. Now you’ll make it up to me.”

“How?”

“You know how…”

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #big girls don't cry snippet

[daddynattt]

omg im so happy i found your blog, you’ve quickly become one of my new favourite writers !! 😭😭

the pussyjob and dirty talk in your latest nat fic was literally so perfect I s(creamed)🫣

Can you please write a fic with Nat that includes tribbing/scissoring? (only if you’re comfortable with it ofc) I think i’ve only seen like two tribbing fics with Nat in the entirety of tumblr so i’d love to see how you do with it! <33

you and me both! lol. thank you so much<3 i hope you enjoy this

You’re Mine

Summary: When Natasha sees you and Wanda dancing at one of Tony’s famous parties, she does what she can to steal you away and show you who you really belong to.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader , Brief Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Possesive Nat, Jealous Nat, Smut, Scissoring, Fluff, Tony being Tony.

Word Count: 2.4k

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You looked in the mirror for the final time as you put on your jewelry and walked out of your room at the compound. Tony is having another one of his parties and said everyone has to attend that they can’t get out of it. You hated his parties as all anyone did was get black out drunk and sleazy men would always try to hit on you. If you were being honest, you only wanted one person to hit on you and that was a certain red head. Your relationship with Natasha was a weird one. At times she would appear stone cold, only interacting when you went on missions together or had team gatherings. Other times the two of you would flirt and play this game of cat and mouse. Lately, she has been around you more and has made flirtatious jokes along with lingering touches here and there. Your crush on the assassin was one that you can’t get rid of no matter how many times you told yourself she didn’t want you in a romantic way.

You sigh as you enter through the doors and look around you. Tony was at the bar taking shots with Bucky and Sam, already looking like he couldn’t stand on his own two feet for much longer. Steve was chatting with Wanda and Clint in the corner by the bar and Natasha was talking to some guy you’ve not once seen in your entire time of being an Avenger and living in the compound. You roll your eyes as you make your way towards the bar, already desperately needing a drink to get some alcohol in your system. You’re just going to stay at the party for one hour tops and make your way back to your room so you can lay in bed and watch the show that you’re currently watching. 

“Y/n! so nice of you to finally join us” you hear Tony slur from beside you, a cup in his hand of God knows what. You stare at him as he stumbles and almost falls. “How are you already this drunk at your own party?” you ask him bewilderingly. He taps you on the back quite harshly, the sudden force catching you off guard as you almost spill your drink on yourself as you stumble forward in your seat. “Watch it Stark, I am not afraid to kick your ass” you glare at him as you put your drink back on the bar countertop. He raises his hands in defense and smirks at you. “Now now no need to get so aggressive, leave that for a certain red head” You roll your eyes and glare at him again but the light tint of pink on your cheeks gives you away. 

“How about you shut your mouth because I have no clue what you’re talking about” you take a sip of your drink and turn away from him as you look around you once more. You smile as you see Wanda approaching you, inviting her with a wave of your hand to sit beside you. She smiles at you as she takes the seat next to you. “Is Tony bothering you?” she laughs at your annoyed expression when he quickly denies it. You ignore him as you smile at her. “When isn’t he? he’s so annoying” you say the last part loud enough so he could hear you. Wanda giggles and smiles brightly at you, and you can’t deny that she looks absolutely gorgeous when she does so.

“That’s Tony for you, i’m surprised you even showed up to the party” You smile at her and take another sip of your drink. “Well, he basically forced us and I didn’t want to face his wrath if I didn’t show up tonight, you know how he is. Besides, my company at the moment is very lovely” you slide your hand up her arm flirtatiously and you relish in the way she smiles shyly at you, a light blush accompanying her cheeks. You smile at her and get up, putting your hand out for her to grab. 

“Would you like to dance with me?” she smiles and grabs your hand, walking the two of you towards the dance floor. “I would love to, cmon” The two of you dance together, her arms around your neck as yours go around her waist, her body so close to you that you feel her breath on your face. You have a feeling that someone is watching you so you look to the side and notice Natasha looking

in your direction, a hard glare fixated towards the back of Wanda’s head. You smirk as you pull Wanda closer, if that is even possible, as you whisper something in her ear. You see Natasha walking towards you guys from the corner of your eye, her eyes not once leaving yours. 

“Hi ladies, so Y/n, I thought you said you were going to come find me so we could dance” you smile at her as you look into her eyes. “Hmm did I? I don’t recall, I was actually enjoying my dance with Wanda” her gaze is hard as she looks at you, her jaw clenched as she grabs onto your arm. “Well I guess it’s my turn now, sorry Wanda but i’m going to steal Y/n for a moment” before Wanda has a chance to speak, you’re being dragged away and out of the party. “What the hell Nat? what are you doing?” the wind gets knocked out of you as you’re slammed into the wall somewhere away from the party.

“Shut up. Did you enjoy your dance with the little witch? Tell me, or did you wish it was me instead?” she has that stupid smirk on her face that always makes you feel some type of way, her face is so close to yours you could almost taste the lipgloss on her lips. 

Before you can say anything, her lips are on yours in a bruising kiss that makes your stomach swoop, the butterflies in your stomach going haywire as your brain finally catches up and you kiss her back with the same intensity. When you feel the need to catch air in your lungs so you don’t pass out, she pulls back first and cups your jaw in her hand as she stares into your eyes. “You’re mine Y/n, and i’m going to show you who you belong to” you two make your way to your shared room and stumble through the door, her lips on yours the second you close it shut. Your head feels fuzzy as all you feel and taste is her. You have been waiting for this moment for so long and you are going to enjoy every second of it. 

You feel her hot breath on your neck as she kisses you there, leaving love bites wherever her mouth reaches, her hands on your butt as she squeezes you there. You run your hands through her hair and moan in her ear. “Nat please, I need you” you pant out as you feel her tongue licking your earlobe, biting it right after. You feel her sucking on your neck again, no doubt leaving many marks that will for sure be hard to cover up. You think she is trying to claim her mark, and the thought of it leaves you even more wet then you already are. She rids you from your dress leaving you in only your panties, pushing you towards the bed and laying you on your back. 

She kisses you hard and shoves her tongue in your mouth, the feeling of her tongue against yours making the ache in your core start to feel uncomfortable . You need her now as the overwhelming feeling of her has become too much for you to handle. She kisses down your chest, taking your nipple in her mouth as she sucks on it. You can feel your slick running down your thigh as you are unbelievably wet for her. “Fuck nat, just like that, feels so good” she bites your nipple and kisses down your body, she lays down as she gets in between your legs. She slides off your panties and spreads your legs wide as she admires her view, breathing in your scent as her mouth waters.

“God you are so wet for me baby, you’re absolutely dripping. I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy” she licks your juices from your inner thighs, your breathing picking up at the overwhelming feeling of her mouth on you. You run your hand through her hair and tug her closer to where you need her most.

“Please Natty, stop teasing me, need your mouth so bad” you mewl out breathlessly as you look down at her. She gives you a long lick from the bottom to the top of your clit, gathering your taste on her tongue. She starts to lick your folds, looking up at you as she sucks your clit into her mouth. “You taste so fucking good baby, the best pussy i’ve ever had” you moan loudly as her tongue hits you in all the right places, feeling her stick her finger inside you as she sucks on your clit again. “Shit you’re so tight, you feel so warm around me” she fucks you with one finger then slowly adds another one, moving them in and out of you expertly. You are dripping wet that once you adjust, you swallow her fingers as she fucks you deep. “F-fuck don’t stop, that feels so fucking good” she moans against your clit as your nails scratch at her scalp as she fucks you faster, the vibration making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Her mouth and fingers feel so good that you can’t think of anything else. You’re close and she knows it as you clench around her fingers.

She moves up your body and sucks on your earlobe as she fucks you deep and hard, as she whispers in your ear, her voice hot and raspy. “You gonna cum for me baby? Cum all over my fingers, that’s it baby, such a good girl for me” after a few more thrusts you cum hard on her fingers as a strong orgasm washes over you, your breathing is heavy as she rides out your high. You lay there panting as you try to catch your breath. 

She slides her fingers out and you whimper from the loss of feeling, she brings her fingers to your mouth and looks into your eyes. “Open” you instantly obey and suck on her fingers, moaning at your taste. She bites her lip and gets up from the bed and takes off her clothes, joining you in finally getting naked. You bite your lip as you admire her, you’ve never seen someone more beautiful then her. You don’t know if your mind is just hazy from your orgasm but you think you see a hint of a blush on her cheeks and the thought makes your heart swell in your chest. “God Nat, you’re so beautiful” she smiles at you and joins you back on the bed as she kisses you. 

You feel her slick against your thigh and the fact that she is so wet from only pleasing you makes you feel immense pride. She pulls back from the kiss as she bites your bottom lip. “Fuck I wanna feel you, i’m gonna grind on you baby. Wanna feel your pussy against mine” she spreads your legs as she hovers over you, grinding herself on you, the feeling of her wet folds against yours igniting a feeling inside you that you’ve never felt before. “Fuck your pussy feels so good, it’s like it was made for me” she grinds on you faster, her clit hitting yours perfectly as she glides back and forth. You’ve never scissored with anyone before, the feeling of her pussy against yours makes you feel so unbelievably dirty, you’ve never felt something as good as this.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she grinds faster, your legs slightly shaking as her pussy feels so good against yours. “God i’m gonna fucking cum, gonna cum on your pussy. Fuck you feel amazing, oh fuck i’m coming!” she sloppily grinds on you as both your orgasms wash over you, your body twitching as she rides out both of your highs, you are so sensitive that you can’t handle anymore. She breathes heavily as she looks down at you, your hair sticking to your forehead and your chest heaving, you’ve never looked more beautiful. She looks at you through hooded eyes and starts grinding on you again. You try to push her off as you’re unbelievably sensitive. “I can’t anymore Nat, ‘m too sensitive” she keeps grinding as she’s not far off from another orgasm. “Just one more princess, your pussy feels so fucking good against mine, fuck” both your clits were so swollen that the feeling of them hitting each other once more had you both so close to your release. “Yes yes yes, don’t stop Nat, i’m gonna cum” you were both so wet that squishing sounds could be heard in the air of the room as both your cunts rubbed together. “Oh fuck, Nat!” you scream her name as an even more powerful orgasm washes over you then the last one, your body shaking and twitching as she slumps against you, the both of you trying to catch your breath. 

“That was amazing” she kisses you sloppily as she continues to lay on top of you, relishing in the warmth your body provides. You lazily run your hand up and down her back as you smile. “So not that i’m complaining, because i’m definitely not, but what brought this on?” her raspy laugh makes you shiver and she looks up at you from your chest. “I got jealous seeing you and Wanda all over each other. I know i’m not an easy person to understand but I have feelings for you and want to be with you. I didn’t want to lose my chance before it was too late” you can see the insecurity in her eyes as she gazes up at you, you know she isn’t always in touch with her feelings so for her to be vulnerable with you in this moment, means more to you then she will ever know. You smile softly at her and stroke her cheek. “I’m yours Natty, I always have been. I want to be with you and only you”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you

[bellaramseysgf]

Home (T.O)

Warning(s); ddlg relationship,Nicknames,the avengers being the sweetest,lowkey angry!thor,daddy kink,lots tooth rotting fluff.

Pairing(s); Daddy!Thor Odinson x Little!Reader

Summary; after not seeing thor for awhile you’re in a hurry and it results in somebody getting in trouble.

A/n; this is so close to my heart but I hope everyone enjoys it. Not proof read

“Really,sweetie you can’t see him yet!” Loki tried to explain while you ran down the hall towards the throne room. Choosing to ignore Loki and only focusing on the sound of Thor’s voice getting closer.

Thor had to go help his earth friends leaving you under the watchful eye of Loki and sif, Loki made the mistake of letting you overhear Sif say he was back. In response you took off towards where you knew he would be your socked feet running as fast as they could.

There was a reason you couldn’t see him,his earth friends came to visit but they had no clue you existed and thor just needed time to explain. The didn’t even believe he’d moved on from Jane but he had,long ago.

The pair of you met in a item shop in his village he saw you and just immediately felt something, his mom said it was true love.

“Darling!” Sif called after you as well to no avail. “Daddy daddy daddy” you repeated as you ran closer to the doors.

“So you just need to understand that I’ve hidden this for a-” Thor was in the middle of explaining when you burst inside “daddy! Daddy!!” You squealing running towards him. “Loki!” He yelled as Loki slid to a stop at the door.

You were already at Thor reaching up at him “daddy you hold?” You asked referring to you. “Of course, hi my little one” he said lifting you up you squealed hugging his neck. “Missed daddy” you said and his hand ran through your hair “I missed you too honey”

“Daddy?” Tony asked “honey?” Steve asked you only then realized the group of people stood infront of you both. Meanwhile all thor was doing was staring daggers at his brother and Sif. “She’s a fast little thing what was I meant to do!” Loki argued. “Use your powers?” Thor offered and Loki went to argue but got quiet. “Oh…yeah, forgot about those in the moment” Thor shook his head.

“Hello! Who is this?” Nat asked pulling the two men from their bickering “uhm” Thor looked between his friends and you. “Daddy? Wan down!” Thor complied and sat you down.

Thor immediately turn to his brother “are you crazy? What if they react badly!” Loki shrugged “I’m gonna actually kill you” Loki scoffed “I’d like to see you try” Thor picked Loki up by his collar “oh. Look at that” Loki said his feet dangling.

Thors attention was drawn away when he heard you squealing, he turned to see nat and Tony tickling you “ahhh! Dada! Help!!” You said between giggles. Thor sat Loki down and walked over “what is going on?”

“So, you have a girlfriend” Bucky said with a shrug “she’s cute, I’m gonna steal her” Tony said and you squealed “nooo!” You rand to hide behind thor “I’m only for daddy!” Thor smiled. He sat his hand on your head “yes you are” he agreed “so you guys aren’t weirded out?” He asked. “No, I’ve dated littles before” Tony said “so have I” nat said “and we are willing to learn” cap said pointing to him and Bucky.

Thor nodded “okay, thank you” he said and lifted you up “now, tell me all about your week baby”

#thor odinson x you #thor x reader #thor odison imagine #thor odinson x y/n #thor fluff #thor odinson x reader #thor of asgard #daddy!thor x little!reader #daddy!thor odinson #thor x y/n #little reader

[jakes3resin]

For the ABO trope I'm such a sucker for courting hc/fics. What's your hc for how Gale courts Bucky? How long were they friends before Gale decides that "yes this is the one, this is the one I'm gonna marry and have babies with" then promptly have a tiny bit (massive) panic attack because how does one go about courting an omega like John Clarence Egan???

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED! I also love courting fics, so I've thought long and hard about this.

In regards to how and when Buck decides to court Bucky, I think it's Curt who kicks his ass into gear. Gale would never be able to make himself reach out like that to Bucky because Bucky is so perfect and has never seemed to want to settle down like that in Gale's eyes. Curt knows better. He says something along the lines of "If you don't do it soon, I'm gonna. And I'm gonna romance the shit out of him until he forgets your name." (Not that Bucky ever would forget about his Buck, but the threat is enough to have Gale actually scared to his boots.) (Also I hc Curt as an Omega, and Bucky isn't so waylaid by stereotypes about if Omegas can court each other, so if Curt tried, he may have actually accepted. Gale knows this. Gale fears this.)

Gale is an emotionally repressed kind of guy who needs his ass kicked into gear (please see the train scene where he doesn't confess his love and friendship to Bucky until he actually thinks they're both gonna die), and he turns into the world's biggest anxious mess now that he has decided to court Bucky. It keeps him up at night.

Buck starts to anonymously court Bucky when they're still in the US, before they're both Majors, but after flight school, I think. They've been friends a while, and Buck's been in love with Bucky nearly the whole time, I'd say.

He's still too unsure of himself to loudly declare himself, so he wants to quietly and softly court Bucky for now. He leaves a small bundle of flowers (baby's breathe and white carnations) on Bucky's bunk with a small unsigned letter asking permission to court him, which Bucky spends the whole day crowing about. Bucky stares at those flowers like they're the prettiest things in the world, showing them off to anyone who walks by. Curt jokingly snags a branch of baby's breath and tucks a few of the buds in Bucky's curls, which nearly sends Buck to his knees. Bucky starts to do that whenever he can, and boy does he look like a vision with pretty curls and pretty flowers. Buck leaves more flowers on his pillow, and Bucky wears them.

Gale has to write Marge for help because he's losing his mind, and if he asks Curt, Curt will say what he would do, which Gale can't handle because he's possessive and still scared Curt will make good on his threats. She says to just talk to Bucky, which Gale can't do because he's an idiot.

Buck starts to leave more letters for Bucky with more flowers and things that remind Gale of Bucky (a ribbon the same shade of blue as Bucky's eyes, a book about baseball, new laces for his boots because Bucky was complaining about them, things that show he cares and listens to Bucky). It's only once Bucky actually learns that he'll be heading to England first that Buck starts to ramp things up. It sends him into a bit of tailspin when he learns Bucky is going to be alone in England for weeks without him. Marge urges him to make his move, and Curt stares at him with a clear look of 'now or never idiot,' so he makes his move. He leaves a scented blanket on his bunk, as close as he can get to signing his name really.

Buck hides out waiting for Bucky to find the blanket and find him. He's actually scared Bucky will reject him, so he goes where he thinks no one will find him at the edge of one of the runways. But of course Bucky finds him, and Bucky tackles him in a hug, giddy and happy that the person he'd loved since they met was asking to court him.

"Took you long enough," Bucky breathes out just before he dips down and kisses Buck for the first time. Bucky hadn't had any clue about who was courting him, but he'd had one person he wanted it to be.

Just before Bucky leaves for England, Buck gives him a small silver ring with one sapphire and one turquoise stone inlaid (both stones are considered like wearing a piece of the sky which is just too poetic for me to handle). It's their birthstones, and it's the closest Buck can get to a mating mark until after the war. Bucky loops the ring onto his dog tags, and when he misses Buck, he presses the ring to his lips. (Not to make this angst, but when Bucky thinks Buck had gone down/died, he shakily pulls the ring off the chain and puts it on his finger. Wearing it is the closest he can get to Buck now, he thinks.)

Thank you for this ask!! I loved writing this, and my inbox is always open for anyone and everyone!

#mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #clegan #bucky egan #john egan #buck cleven #gale cleven #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #gosh i love these two idiots so much #bucky deserves to be softly courted and loved and buck is just the person to do that i think #curt is also the actual loml so i will always include him in everything #he and bucky would have made a cute couple too always all over each scenting and kissing #also literally everyone on base knew it was cleven courting bucky #they all would turn and share commiserating looks whenever bucky showed up with flowers in his curls and buck nearly keeled over from want

[avonne-writes]

headcanons about what Buck and Bucky aren't good at when it comes to sex

Oh I have thoughts. Like just because they're insanely hot doesn't equal great sex.

I don't know what the equivalent to vanilla is in gay speech but Gale is the vanilla kind of sex guy

The most adventurous he gets is having sex not in the bedroom. The kitchen or shower for 'special' occasions.

Gale likes to stick to certain days do he can prepare accordingly

Bucky would love more spontaneous encounters

they suck at communicating their needs verbally so they're always looking for clues as to what to and not to do

Bucky doesn't mind dirty sheets while Gale would love to strip them right after

I really like these, they all align with my headcanons! And I know we ended up going into fail sex during this discussion, but these headcanons are more along the lines of what I started to wonder about when I posted the question.

Yeah, Gale is pretty vanilla 😅 But he likes playful sex. So, teasing, innuendoes and tussling/wrestling as foreplay are right up his alley. Curt has an inkling about what's going on because Gale and Bucky tend to banter a bit too much before going on leave...

Gale tries to be more adventurous for Bucky, so they do try out more things as the years go by. But it's funny, because Bucky is very excitable, so depending on the situation, he'll find sex in the kitchen or shower exciting enough, and he doesn’t really mind being vanilla. He just wishes Gale was more amenable to giving him pain when he craves it.

I think they both have a domesticity kink but it manifests in different ways.

Gale wants to have regularity, not only because of the prep as you mentioned, but also because he actually enjoys the idea that, oh, Saturday night is riding Bucky night. He just likes the dependability it implies, he looks forward to it, he feels comfortable knowing he’ll be able to get ready for it.

Bucky, on the other hand, likes the idea of having someone who he can have spontaneous sex with. Someone he can always tell when he’s horny, anytime, anywhere. This still works well with Gale but with limitations, because Gale doesn’t agree to everything if it's spontaneous. But, luckily, Bucky is happy to have, for example, intercrural sex too.

Bucky is somewhat less likely to bottom because Gale likes bottoming but they do switch regularly.

They really aren't the best at talking - they sometimes skirt around what they actually want to say instead of just saying it.

Gale cannot stand sleeping in dirty sheets. He often drapes towels on the bed. Sometimes, when they don't use towels and make a wet spot on the sheets, when Bucky is too sleepy and doesn't want to strip them, Gale strips only his half of the bed. He drapes the rolled up half of the original sheets over Bucky, who just ignores him and keeps dozing.

#mota #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #bedroom headcanons #thanks for these 😊

[nickfowlerrr]

trust me -

chapter one

series masterlist / chapter two

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader (dark!steve/soft!dark steve and bucky/soft!dark bucky)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. smut. non consensual voyeurism. mentions of paranoia and anxiety. light hair pulling. mention of overstimulation. m masturbation. unprotected sex. +18 ONLY. (if i’m missing something important pls let me know!)

words: 5.7k

notes: the smut is atrocious i apologize in advance 💀 i’m really excited for this series - i hope you guys are too! as always, feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated! thank you for reading 🖤

“Steve?” your voice fell into the quiet surrounding you as you called out into the dark, turning to look behind you, though you weren’t sure you wanted to know what may have been waiting. Worry and fear coursing through your veins as you could have sworn you heard footsteps coming up from behind. Panicking internally, you didn’t know if you should freeze or turn back around and run as fast as you could manage. After a second, you found yourself doing neither, instead taking a small step forward, in the direction of the noise you heard, in the opposite direction you had been heading.

Why? You didn’t know. Maybe deep down, you were hoping it was him. To finally put an end to all of this. Maybe you had some sort of death wish.

But no, you weren’t suicidal. A masochist, maybe.

Or maybe you just couldn’t really believe it was him. It couldn’t be. You were so careful.

You had been so careful.

Taking another step, you held your breath as you tried to squint into the darkness. You couldn’t see anything. There was nothing to see. You were alone. Of course you were alone.

You were paranoid as anxiety ate at you. You spun around and continued forward into the pitch black night, only trees surrounding you as you tried to orient yourself in the thick forest you found yourself in. You had made sure not to bring a lot with you. You were armed only with your backpack, the clothes on your back, shoes on your feet, and the biggest jug of water you could find at the house.

You’d removed all devices you had previously had on you, left your tactsuit behind, too. You didn’t know what had trackers and what didn’t. You didn’t know what to trust so you left nearly everything behind.

Did you have any clue where you were going? No. But you knew you had to go somewhere. You had to get out of there. You had to get away from him. From them, you forced yourself to correct the thought.

It had been two weeks since you had been sent on a solo recon mission. It was easy. Simple. Safe. Or it was supposed to be, at least.

It was also highly confidential. Steve had given you specific instructions as to what you could discuss, nearly nothing, and who you could tell about your assignment, essentially no one. It seemed like it was only him and Bucky who were in the loop at the time and though you were iffy on not keying Stark in, Steve assured you it was for the best. That everyone who needed to know would know when the time came.

And he wouldn’t even tell you the whole story. That should have been your sign to know that something was up. The second he called you in, you just knew something was off. He was acting so differently. Everything in you was telling you that something wasn’t right, but you ignored the feeling. You were known to be a bit..overly cautious. It was something you were working on. And of course the one time you decide to ignore your intuition, this would be the situation you find yourself in.

You had arrived at the safe house the night before you were set to head into the small, unsuspecting European town where the supposed “marks” were working. The more you thought on your assignment, the less sense it made. You tried to brush it off, tried convincing yourself it was the lack of information you were given that was making things seem as unclear as they were. And who were you to question the Captain America? You were still fairly new to being in the field, still recovering from your last mission..from the attack. You were in no place to question anything right now, and certainly not from the man who helped save your life mere weeks ago. He trusted you with this assignment and you should be thanking him for getting you back out there, even if this assignment was a little too easy, it was more than you had to do lately. You just had to locate their base, take some pictures, and report back to Steve. It wasn’t complicated, and there was nothing to worry about..

Still, there was a nagging voice in your head and an odd feeling in your gut trying to tell you that something was wrong.

You made yourself a quick dinner with what you had found in the cupboards and the surprisingly well stocked and kept fridge. The house was certainly one of Tony’s better ones. It seemed like more of a vacation home with how nice it was. And though it was certainly in a more desolate, hard to find or access area, it was still gorgeous. You stared out the window while you ate, looking into the trees that surrounded the place. It was dark out. Still, serene. The view was captivating. But out of nowhere, you were taken out of your peaceful state and almost dropped the plate you were holding when you thought you saw someone outside.

It was a blur, but you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of, well you weren’t sure, but you swore you saw something. You were instantly on edge and grabbed your pistol as your eyes scanned all around the outside. You slowly approached the back door and shoved it open before stepping outside and checking the perimeter of the house. The coast was clear and you didn’t see or hear anything other than the insects and birds that were nearby. Walking back inside, you locked the door behind you and proceeded to check every window and the front and side doors to ensure they were locked as well. When you were satisfied, you cleaned up your small mess and decided on a shower to calm your nerves. Shaking your head at yourself, you sent a quick message to Steve to let him know you were at the safe house and would be heading into town the next morning. You threw your phone on the bed and as you pulled your shirt over your head, thought you heard a door squeaking open. As you shifted your feet, you heard the floor squeaking beneath you and chided yourself for being so jumpy for no reason.

You walked to the bathroom and started the water, letting it warm up as you continued to undress. Once you were done stripping, you got in and tried willing yourself to relax.

You were just about finished showering when you heard your phone going off. You finished up quickly, rinsing off and jumped out of the shower to grab it. You weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings and you didn’t see him waiting for you. Even if you had, though, there was no way you would have been able to escape him. He was too fast. Too strong. And he knew your weaknesses better than anyone.

The shriek you let out when his arms wrapped around your vulnerable body from behind you was piercing and utterly useless. Your hands instantly found him as his head fell to your shoulder while he laughed. You heavily exhaled your breath, shakily as you tried to ground yourself. The feeling of warmth and flesh under one hand and hard vibranium plates under the other, paired with the laughter you could recognize anywhere was like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you, but a relief and comfort in the same breath. You elbowed him in the ribs, but it did little to phase him.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he laughed. “I had to,”

“Yeah, that’s really fuckin’ funny, Bucky,” you bit. “Let go of me, jackass,” you huffed as you tried to struggle out of his arms, still completely naked and your body wet from the shower. He clearly couldn’t have cared less as his hold on you only tightened while you hit at him and he continued to laugh. As angry as you wanted to be, you felt you couldn’t. You hadn’t told him everything about the attack that night. He couldn’t have known how affected you really were by his little scare, how fucked up and unfunny it was to you. You were sure if he had known, he’d never have done it. In fact, you were sure he’d never have let you come out here by yourself in the first place if he knew. That’s part of the reason you had decided not to tell him the whole story. There was no point in worrying him over it.. Steve had said much the same when you were on your way home after it went down.

“Aw, you get scared so easily, don’t you, princess,” he said teasingly, clearly amused with himself.

“Bucky, let me go, seriously! I’m dripping wet,” you complained as you struggled away from him..

“I’m counting on it,” he responded smoothly as he spun you around and shoved you back, causing you to fall onto the bed before he crawled on top of you.

“What the hell are you even doing here? How did you get here?” you asked, annoyed, as you tried to roll out from under him.

“Steve sent me. There’s been a change of plans,” he said nonchalantly as he kept you exactly where he wanted you, eyes hungry as he drank you in and his hands ran up and down your soft skin.

“What change?” you muttered out as you writhed beneath him, his fingers tickling you as he brushed over your sensitive areas knowingly.

“Don’t know. He said he’ll fill us in when he gets here,” he said into your neck in between kisses.

“Wait, he’s coming here, too? That doesn’t seem..like, strange at all to you?” you asked as you again tried to get him off of you.

“I’m not worried,” he said coolly. “All he said was to meet you here, let you know that your assignment and mine are both on hold and that he’ll be here as soon as he can. We just have to stay put and wait. And there are certainly worse orders to follow and worse places to be locked down at. Trust me,” he said as he pulled away from you, only to move back in to kiss you.

“He’s not gonna be here until tomorrow night at the earliest. I can think of a lot of things we can do to kill the time,” he said against your skin. “And I missed you so much, baby,” he murmured.

“Missed you, too, Buck,” you replied weakly. You were tired and honestly still a little upset, maybe shaken was the better word, but you didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about it for that matter. Instead you found yourself pulling him closer to you by his hair. You stared into his eyes, trying to reassure yourself of your safety. You had nothing to worry about, especially not with Bucky here. After a moment, you pulled him into another kiss.

Bucky was back on top of you, letting his hands wander wherever they pleased, taking full advantage of your lack of clothing.

“Buck,” you breathed.

“Hm?” he hummed against your skin. You moved to sit up and he backed off slightly, helping you. You were now propped up against the pillows, making yourself comfortable before you moved to spread your legs around him, putting your entire body on display for him. His eyes glided down your body before they dropped down to your glistening pussy and he groaned at the sight, letting his hands glide down your body until they reached the top of your thick thighs, squeezing the supple flesh of your hips.

“Take your clothes off,” you told him wantingly.

Bucky wasted no time in doing exactly that while you looked on, admiring the flex of his muscles as he removed his clothing. He was right back on you in the blink of an eye, wearing a smirk that could kill.

“Say no more,” he simpered as you laughed before he kissed you once again. Deep and loving and exactly what you needed. He pulled away from you, his blue eyes dark, breathing heavier as he slowly made his way down your body, taking time to lavish kisses and lovebites to every inch of skin he could.

You moaned when he took a nipple in his mouth, suckling on you while his hand played with your other breast, tugging and pulling at your nipple, causing you to wince at his touch. His hands slid down your tummy and returned to your hips, pulling you closer to him before he placed soft kisses all over your stomach, paying special attention to your marks and scars while you let your head fall back and your eyes shut in pleasure, your fingers winding themselves into his hair. He made his way lower until his lips were on your clit, instantly causing you to moan out as he sucked.

His tongue darted out past his lips, licking at you expertly before he moved further down, bringing his left hand to your entrance. Using his thick fingers to rub at you, he smeared your wetness around before he pumped two fingers inside of you.

“You’re so fucking wet, princess,” he admired. “You miss me?” he asked tauntingly.

“Mhm,” you nodded desperately, fingers tugging at his hair, urging him back to where you needed him to be. “So much.”

“Good,” he said before moving his fingers deeper inside of you until you cried out as he was curling against you perfectly. He let you have your way as his soft lips returned to your clit, sucking harsher than he had before, tongue teasing you as he fucked you on his vibranium fingers. You were a mess of moans and whimpers as he played you so easily. You were clenching down on his fingers the closer he brought you to your orgasm, and he had you begging for him to make you come. It wasn’t long after that he had you crying his name and tugging his hair to get him to stop the overstimulation. He pulled away from you, licking his lips as he looked at you like you were an angel sent from heaven above.

“I’ll never get enough of you, you know that?” he said, gently removing his fingers from you and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean while you stared at him, mouth agape. He leaned back over you and crashed his lips into yours, the taste of yourself on his tongue had you keening as you pulled him closer.

“I love you,” you breathed against his lips.

“I love you more,” he rasped before finding your lips again, his arms wrapping under you, hugging you to him. You could feel his hard length against your thigh, throbbing when you gently nipped at his lip and let your hand wander down his torso softly before your fingers delicately teased his cock. His eyes squeezed shut, his pink lips parting as he let out a sharp exhale, letting you do as you please.

You stroked his cock as you peppered kisses down his throat. Taking your time and relishing the sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips, raining praises down on you and moaning your name. You were smearing his precum around the head of his cock, pumping him faster, when he cursed, sounding like your touch burned him. You couldn’t help your little smirk when he nearly whimpered as you let go of his length.

“Please, baby,” Bucky choked out, looking at you with pleading, ocean blue eyes.

You flipped around, forcing Bucky to do the same so he was against the pillows now and you were above him, eyes locked on his, blue swimming in lust and need, you were sure yours looked much the same. You held his face in your hands, pulling him to you, noses brushing when you kissed him with everything you had to give. Trying to get across how badly you needed him, too. Though his arrival was unexpected to say the least, you couldn’t have been more grateful to have him here.

You always felt safe with him, you knew you were safe with him. And that’s what you needed, after everything. You needed Bucky. You’d spent all of a few hours with him the past week and you didn’t realize how badly you’d been missing him. He finally pulled away from your kiss, his hands finding your face in return, eyes full of concern now as he searched your face.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he cooed, voice gentle, wanting to ease you, but commanding enough to get you to meet his gaze.

“Nothing,” you breathed, shaking your head. “Nothing’s wrong. I just- I’ve really missed you,” you deflected. You almost felt bad for not telling him everything, knowing he’d want to know, but you weren’t fully lying to him, either. You really had missed him. “I need you, Bucky.” you mewled, lowering yourself down onto him, grinding your ass against his cock, earning a pained moan from him that turned into a hiss.

“I know, baby. I know,” he told you. “I need you, too,” he panted, moving your hips back so that his cock was better positioned at your entrance. He slid his dick against your pussy, up and down, as his head nudged deliciously at your sensitive clit. You couldn’t help yourself and started moving against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you. You sat higher up, kneeling over him now. You gripped his thick length and positioned him at your slick opening before slowly sliding down on him, moaning out at the instant stretch as Bucky gripped your wide hips, his rough hands moving to knead your ample ass, relishing the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him.

You began riding his dick, slow and achingly for both of you. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him inside of you, the nudging of your clit against him with each grind of your hips. Bucky’s hands moved up to your chest, squeezing your heavy breasts in his hands before he leaned up and buried his face in them, licking and kissing your nipples, being encouraged by the way your walls squeezed him even tighter at the sensation. When he pulled away from your chest, he pulled your face down to his, pulling on your hair to do so. His lips crashed into yours heatedly. He gripped your hips once again, taking control of your motions now, and thrusting up into your tight heat. You cried out at his first few thrusts, the sound muffled by his tongue exploring your mouth. He didn’t let up and you soon found yourself grinding back onto him, meeting his every thrust. His hands slid up your back, holding you while he continued fucking up into you, the sound of your flesh slapping against his with every thrust and your moans and cries mingling with Bucky’s grunts and pants filling the room.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. Such a good girl,” he praised through heavy breaths. “You take my cock so well.”

You mewled again at his words and found yourself on your back in a heartbeat as Bucky flipped you both over again. Your legs instinctivelly wrapped around him as he fucked into you, hitting so deep. You felt near dazed, drunk of the high of him, you swore you could see stars. The glide of his thick cock inside you was overwhelming, bordering on too much to handle. You didn’t think you’d be able to hold your orgasm if you tried. “I’m so close,” you whispered. “Mm, ‘m gonna come, Bucky, I’m gonna come.” you crooned.

“Come for me, princess. Wanna feel you squeeze me, baby. Let go for me,” he coaxed as he rocked his hips against you, the motion stimulating your clit. That was the last little bit you needed to push you over the edge, to let go completely. You came with a shout, crying at the sheer euphoria, legs tightening around him as you did.

The grip you had on his cock had Bucky coming almost immediately after you, which let you know he had been close for a while and fought off his own orgasm to ensure you came first, like he always did. Your pleasure was always his number one priority. He made it well known to you from the very first time you slept together, and every time thereafter.

You felt like you were in heaven, Bucky’s heavy body atop you, your hands running soothingly up and down his back as you both came down from your highs, his head buried in your neck, both of you trying to calm your breathing. After a few minutes of lying there, Bucky tenderly pulled out of you, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up from the bed and moved into the bathroom. You heard the sink run for a second and Bucky was back before you a moment later. He gently cleaned you up with a damp rag and then himself before he settled back down on the mattress. You smiled lazily at him as he pulled you into his arms. You laughed at nothing, just the feeling of happiness bubbling its way out past your lips as you nuzzled into his chest, his warmth surrounding you as he pulled the comforter around your intertwined bodies.

“That was really good,” you sighed.

“That was amazing,” he grinned in return.

“You’re always amazing,” you told him, looking up to meet his eyes, needing him to know how sincere you were.

“Such a sweet talker,” he laughed at you, causing you to smile in turn. You rested your head against his chest again as his hands now ran soothingly up and down your back.

“I’ve missed this. I feel like we haven’t had any time together lately. I’ve missed just being with you, ya know?” you murmured.

He hummed in response, placing a kiss a top your head.

“I know. I’ve missed it, too. But we’re gonna have time together now. No missions to get in the way, nothing to worry about.”

“Until Steve gets here,” you responded glumly.

“We’ll still have each other when he does,” he reminded you. “It’ll be nice, all of us getting to spend time with each other.” You furrowed your brow as you took in his words..

“Working isn’t really the same thing as spending time together,” you argued.

“No, I just meant, you know none of us have really seen each other much lately..” he tried to explain. You didn’t really get what he was saying, but didn’t want to start an argument over nothing.

“Okay,” you allowed. “I just meant that I miss you. Alone time with you. Just you.”

Bucky looked at you, eyes filled with something akin to guilt. “It’s okay, though. We’re both busy, it’s not like it’s your fault,” you wanted to assure him, ease any sense of guilt he might have had.

He smiled weakly, kissing your forehead again, holding you a little tighter.

“This’ll be good for us,” he whispered into your hair. It was only going to be a day you’d have alone with each other, but you figured he was right, it would be good for you both. Might as well make the most of what time you had together before Steve arrived and you were back to focusing on the mission. Whatever it really was…

The rest of your first night at the safe house was spent entirely wrapped around Bucky. Your cuddling turned into making out that turned into soft cockwarming that inevitably turned into sex, again and again. He showered you with his love and sweet words, drowning you in his affection. Making sure you knew how much he’d missed you. How much he cared for you. You weren’t sure what time it was that you eventually fell asleep, but it was well into the early hours of morning.

Your lack of sleep, however, had no effect on your alarm. It was nearing 8:30 when you begrudgingly forced yourself to get up, prying Bucky’s arms from around you in order to do so. You had showered last night but that clean feeling was long gone now. You knew you smelled like sex and sweat and you were sure the sheets and blankets did, too. You made a mental note to wash them as soon as Bucky got up, figuring he’d sleep for a little while longer. That wasn’t the case, you realized as his hand grabbed yours when you moved to walk away from the bed. You looked back at him and his eyes were still bleary with sleep as he tugged at you.

“Where you going?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.

“To shower,” you said quietly, running your free hand through his messy bed head.

He groaned before he let go of your hand and propped himself up. “I’ll join you.”

An hour later you were toweling off and putting your clothes for the day on as Bucky took the bedding to the washer. The very expensive washer. You made a comment about how upscale this safe house was compared to what you’d had to stay in before, how it seemed more like a vacation home instead. Bucky just let out a light, awkward laugh, “Seems that way.” Weirdly avoiding looking at you as he grabbed the comforter off the floor and went to the laundry room.

You watched him as he left, curious, but choosing to focus on finishing getting ready.

If you let yourself think too long about why you were here in the first place, you started to get a little ancy, bordering on paranoid - like you often did. But knowing that Bucky wasn’t concerned or worried helped quell those feelings. You trusted him and his instincts, so if he didn’t think much of it, you knew it was probably all in your head.

It didn’t take much longer to finish up in the bedroom, and you headed to the kitchen. You walked in on Bucky on the phone, when he saw you he seemed to cut the conversation short with a, “fine, we’ll see you when you get here.”

“Steve?” you asked as you moved further into the room.

“Yeah. He’s gonna be here around eight,” he responded, running a hand through his hair.

“Did he say anything?”

“About what?” he asked, looking at you.

“The mission? Like, what we’re doing out here in the middle of nowhere, not telling anyone what we’re doing or why,” you said, growing agitated at the feeling of being in the dark in regards to whatever was going on.

“Don’t stress, sweetheart. He’s gonna tell us all about it tonight. Let’s make breakfast,” he said, wanting to get your mind off of things.

“That’s another thing,” you started, not wanting to let this go so easily. “This place is fully stocked with perishables, don’t you think that’s odd?”

“Baby, your mission has been planned for two weeks. Steve probably had a contact bring stuff over before you got here so you’d have edible food.”

“But I was only supposed to stay here one night, two tops,” you returned. “There’s enough food to last at least four people for a good week or two.”

“Maybe someone was supposed to be coming in after you. You’re not the only agent in the world, ya know?” he tried to joke, but his brushing off of your thoughts rubbed you the wrong way. You decided to go outside, clear your head hopefully.

“I’m gonna go walk around for a bit,” you said.

Bucky was in front of you in a flash, blocking your way.

“You can’t,” was all he said.Your eyes narrowed as you looked up at him.

“I can’t?” you repeated, growing more annoyed.

“No. I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna worry you, but Steve said we need to lay low. No comings or goings until he’s here.”

“Bucky, what the fuck is going on?” you asked, exasperated.

“We’ll figure it out when Steve gets here, okay? I promise.” He reached out to rub your arm, but you shrugged back, avoiding his touch. Eyes hard as you examined his face intently, your eyes searching his.

“I know you know something, Bucky.” You stated, not an ounce of doubt in your voice.

“Baby, please. Just trust me.” He said, almost pleading, but with the subtle hint of authority his voice naturally held. You swallowed the lump in your throat at that. Willing yourself to calm down. You did trust him. With everything you had, you trusted him.

You stepped closer and took his face in your hands, making direct eye contact, gazing into the deep blues of his eyes, making sure he was fully seeing you and hearing you before you spoke.

“You know I trust you. Please don’t give me a reason not to.”

He was looking right back at you as he nodded his head and you slipped your hands from his face, taking a step back from him. “Okay, then,” you huffed. “Make me pancakes or something.”

His face brightened instantly as he smiled at you, looking relieved. “Your wish is my command,” he replied smoothly.

You tried to let the gnawing feeling that something wasn’t right go, but it was still there in the back of your mind. You cooked and ate with Bucky at your side before you set to wash the dishes as he went back to the laundry room to put the bedding in the dryer.

You met back up in the living room, deciding on a movie to pass the time as you cozied up with him under the throw blanket. The day passed a lot quicker than you had hoped it would, knowing your alone time would come to an end soon. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy being around Steve, you did, you’d just been away from Bucky for so long you wanted to stay in your own little bubble with him for as long as you could. This little glimpse into what domestic life with Bucky would be like made your heart soar and had you looking to the future with brighter eyes than you had before. You made lunch together then cleaned up and found yourselves getting lost in one another again as Bucky had you up against the counter, pushing his weight into you as you kissed each other greedily. He spun you around and bent you over the counter top, slipping his joggers down and your sweats down right after. Your toes were barely touching the floor with each thrust Bucky made into you. Your hips would be sore later from the harsh pounding against the wood, but the pleasure lighting through you had you not caring in the slightest. If you had been paying more attention to your surroundings, if your eyes hadn’t been squeezed shut in ecstasy as Bucky took you from behind, maybe you would have taken notice of the little surveillance camera that was hidden across the room, pointed right at you.

On a quinjet about five hours away, Steve watched as you came undone on Bucky’s cock. He couldn’t resist from pulling himself out of his pants as he looked on, slowly pumping his own stiff cock, desperately wanting to know how it’d feel if it was your hands stroking him, or your mouth sucking him dry, or your cunt wrapped around him as he fucked you. He was cursing and growling as he pumped himself faster and tighter, watching as Bucky carried you to the couch, positioning you perfectly, giving him the best view of you as you and Bucky started round two. He could hear your moans and cries along with Bucky’s panting and dirty talk while he got himself off. As he continued watching Bucky fuck you, he finally let himself go when you came for the third time, Bucky following shortly after. He cursed under his breath, regaining his breathing as he cleaned his mess and zipped his pants back up. Letting out a heavy sigh as he looked on at Bucky kissing you adoringly, you cuddling into him. He couldn’t wait until that was him, too. Until he was there with you, showering you with all the affection he’s had to keep to himself - and Bucky on the rare occasion they had any time alone. When he wasn’t on a mission or training, he was with you. He tried hard not to resent him, he knew it was all part of the plan, but he was having a harder and harder time seeing you two together when he couldn’t have either of you the way he wanted.

He had been waiting so long to finally get you out there. To finally get his share of your affections. The last mission you were on was too close of a call. He almost lost it completely and that would’ve ruined everything. He hadn’t even told Bucky what really went down, just that he couldn’t keep waiting forever. Despite Bucky’s protest, claiming you still needed more time to get introduced to the idea, Steve went ahead with his plan anyway. Bucky might be a little pissed at him for this whole scheme, but it’d work out for all three of you in the end. He was sure of it. He really couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be there. To be with you. Five hours. Just five more hours.

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Angst: 

"Don't go where I can't follow. . . I thought I lost you." (1/2)

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?"  (2/2)

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself."  (1/2)

"You're a mess"/"I'm not a mess."/"I can tell you've been crying."  (1/2)

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right."  (2/2)

"What are we doing?"/"Why are you doing this?"  (1/2)

"I know you, how else do you think I found you so easily?"   (1/2)

"Choose me."  (2/2)

Fluff:

"You know my door is always open for you, right?"  (2/2)

"Will you taste this? Tell me if I'm missing anything?"  (1/2)

"Let me kiss it better."  (2/2)

"You're exhausted honey. Go back to sleep."  (1/2)

"Can I hold your hand?"  (2/2)

“Is that my shirt?” (2/2)

"Come get me? I miss you."  (2/2)

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are."  (2/2)

Smut:

"stop staring." / "i can't, you're so pretty like this" (2/2)

"Keep your pretty eyes on me."  (2/2)

"You're already wet sweetheart."  (2/2)

"What if someone hears us?"  (0/2)

"Let me hear you make that sound again."  (2/2)

"We shouldn't be doing this."  (1/2)

Characters: (spice it up by adding an au in the ask 🤍)

Bucky Barnes 

Marc Spector / Stephen Grant

Miguel O’Hara

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I Lost My Phone! (Avengers x Reader)

So due to all of the birthday posts celebrating Steve, I realized that on my school-induced Tumblr hiatus, I missed a shit-ton of birthdays between Bucky’s and Steve’s. So there’s gonna be a ton of birthday posts coming for the MCU characters that I can find birthdays for. In the meantime, enjoy this fic that’s taken me months to write and find inspiration for.

Warnings: slight Sam x Reader, my taste in music (that deserves its own warning any day), reader being called just about every nickname I could think of, swearing.

Word Count: 3950

Summary: Reader’s ADHD causes her to lose her phone a lot, when the Avengers find out she has specialized ringtones for all of them, they’re obsessed with finding out what they all are.

For an Avenger, you were actually pretty young. You were older than Peter, but still younger than Wanda and Pietro. You were close with all three of them, and you all loved to make references that confused the fuck out of everyone else. You also had ADHD, which meant lots of things. For you, it meant that something specific, like a bobby pin from 3 years ago, was fresh in your mind. Your top left desk drawer, underneath the colouring books, to be exact. But, you were always fidgeting with something; your ring, a pen, tapping your fingers, and literally anything you could get your hands on. You spaced out a lot, so you would fidget with a pen during meetings so you could actually pay attention. Also, you had this terrible habit of losing everything that wasn’t specific; your phone, wallet, keys were left everywhere around the compound.

You were sitting in the lab one day, fidgeting with a brain puzzle Tony had left on his lab bench while he was upgrading something into your suit. “Kiddo?” He asked, “Peter just texted me that he texted you hours ago and you still haven’t responded. He wants to know if you’re mad at him, and if you’re still on for that late lunch picnic.”

“Oh, would you let him know that I’m not mad at him and that I’ll get all the stuff for the picnic if he’s willing to swing us to where we’re going?” You responded.

“Sure, I can do that,” Tony replied, drafting his response to Peter. “Why haven’t you responded to him?”

You laughed. “I have no idea where my phone is, Mr. Stark. I haven’t seen it in hours, and I have no clue where I left it.”

Tony laughed too, having done the same thing many times over the years, though you did it far more often than he ever did. “I’ll just call you then, it’ll help. Unless your phone’s on vibrate?”

“No, it’s not on vibr- wait, don’t call me!” You exclaimed, but it was too late. Who’s Your Daddy by Toby Keith started playing from upstairs, and you ran up to the kitchen where you found your phone ringing on the counter.

Clint and Natasha were sitting at the counter, drinking yet another coffee. “Why is that your ringtone for Tony?” She asked.

“I, uh- it’s- I-” You stumbled over your words, turning your phone off, blushing as Tony came up the stairs behind you.

“Why is that your ringtone for me, kiddo?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You could easily escape if you wanted to, but it was his way of letting you know that he actually wanted an answer.

“My dad was shitty, my parents sold me into HYDRA as soon as my powers manifested, and when you guys got me out.. I just kinda.. y’know.” You said, hiding your head in your hands.

Clint rubbed your arm softly, “Hey, don’t forget about that picnic with Peter.”

“Oh, shit! He’ll be here any minute! I have to pack the food!” You scrambled around the kitchen, your gravitational powers making everything around you float as you did, and you didn’t even notice Tony slip your phone into your back pocket, just so you wouldn’t forget it again.

There was a knock in the kitchen doorway, and you turned to see Peter. “Y/N/N!”

“Peter!” You ran over to wrap him in a hug.

“You didn’t have your phone, did you?”

“Had no idea where it was. Mr. Stark had to call me.” You said, nuzzling into his chest.

Peter chuckled, “So I guess they know what your ringtone is now?” You blushed and pressed yourself further into his chest, wanting to disappear. “Do they know what it is for me?” He asked. You shook your head and tried to stop him from pulling his phone out, but he called you anyways. 

You grabbed his hand and started leaving with the food as the Spiderman theme song started playing in your pocket. You turned it off and called behind you. “Goodbye Mr. Barton, Ms. Romanoff, Mr. Dad!”

“What did she just say?” You heard Tony ask as the doors shut behind the both of you.

“What did I do?” You asked while Peter was swinging you to a spot you had deemed as the ‘Kids Room’. Only Peter, Wanda, Pietro, and you were allowed in, and it was just a treehouse that Tony had built in the woods that surrounded the Compound. But it was fun not letting any of the other Avengers in. 

“You called Mr. Stark something you probably didn’t mean to.”

“Peter, what did I say?”

“You called him ‘Mr. Dad.’” Peter explained, you groaned, hiding your face in his neck.

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The next time you couldn’t find your phone was actually the next day in the gym. Tony had designed you special wireless headphones that would work up to a mile away from your actual phone. Meaning that your phone could be anywhere in the Compound, and while listening to your music, you would have no idea. You had come back last night from your outing with Peter, and got him to swing you directly up to your bedroom so you didn’t have to run into anyone else, before kissing his cheek and telling him good night. You didn’t have feelings for him, it was just something you two always did.

“Captain Rogers!” You called from your place on top of the gymnastics bars, “Have you seen my phone anywhere? I can’t remember where I left it.”

Steve shook his head in response, “I’m sorry, kiddo, I haven’t. Do you want me to call it for you?” He asked, pulling his phone out already.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea- wait.” You dropped off the bars as soon as you heard the first bar of Ice Ice Baby. “Shit!” You exclaimed, running towards the noise.

“Language!” Steve called, following you. His super-soldier hearing was sure to hear what his ringtone was. 

You pulled open the cabinet with the mugs, where you had left your phone this morning after pouring your coffee, and declined the call. “Thanks, Captain.” You muttered, walking off to take your post-training shower.

“I’m starting to think she does this on purpose,” Clint said, poking his head out of the vents.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked in response.

“Just yesterday Y/N forgot where her phone was while Peter was trying to get a hold of her, and Tony had to call her phone. It was sitting on the counter. At least she has a good sense of humour. I wonder what her ringtone is for me..” He wondered thoughtfully.

“What was her ringtone for Tony?” Steve always had more questions.

“Some country song called Who’s Your Daddy. Y/N evidently sees Stark as a father figure, she even called him Mr. Dad by accident yesterday as she was leaving for her picnic with Peter.”

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It was only a few hours later when you couldn’t find your phone yet again. “I’m starting to wonder if someone’s just moving it when I’m not paying attention.” You said, patting your pockets as you walked into the kitchen where Clint was pouring yet another cup of coffee.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” He asked.

“I can’t find my phone, again!” You exclaimed. “It’s the second time today that it hasn’t been exactly where I thought it was!”

Clint chuckled, “Where did you think you left it this time?”

“My pocket.” You deadpanned, subtly looking behind him to see if he had hidden it from you so he could find out what his ringtone was.

“Should I call you?”

“I wouldn’t. I’ll find it in a few minutes, don’t worry about it.” It was at that moment that you heard Men in Tights from Robin Hood coming from in between the couch cushions. 

You dove towards the couch, but Clint, being taller and stronger, beat you there. “Really? This is my ringtone?”

“Robin Hood’s an archer!” You defended yourself, reaching across him for your phone to turn it off.

Nat walked in at that moment, and started chuckling at the position the two of you were in. “So, sexual tension with people other than your wife, Barton?”

“Nat, he took my phone.” You whined, unable to reach it without physically climbing him. 

“Clint, give Y/N her phone back. Y/N, stop getting mad that people are finding out what your ringtones for them are. You have an excellent sense of humor, and nobody has been mad about their ringtone yet.”

“You guys are keeping a list, aren’t you?” You grimaced. 

Clint and Natasha both laughed, “And keeping track of who laughs at which one.” He added.

“Ouch.” You said softly, putting your phone back in your pocket and heading back into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

“Nobody’s really sure yet. What do you want?” Nat replied.

“If there’s one thing I learned from my missions with HYDRA, it was how to make a mean mac n’ cheese.” You said, pulling the ingredients out of the cupboards. 

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When you woke up the next morning, it was to someone banging on your door. “Y/N! Training! You’re late!”

You groaned, rolling towards the noise and off the edge of your bed. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, having hit your head on the nightstand.

Bucky rushed in, “Y/N, are you alright, doll?” He helped you sit up while you were holding the back of your head.

“I-” You hissed softly, “hit my head. It hurts, Sarge.”

“Yeah, you’ve got a pretty good gash there, kid. Why weren’t you already up?”

“I don’t know where my phone is, it never went off with my alarm. I always leave it plugged in right there.” You explained, pointing to your laptop, which was currently plugged in. “Huh, charged the laptop last night instead?”

“Let me call you, doll. And then we’ll get you down to Helen in the medbay to get you all fixed up, you’re bleeding.”

“Okay, that’s a good plan.” You started to say, “Wait, my ringt-” But it was too late, Rasputin was playing from somewhere under your bed. 

Bucky laid down on his stomach to get it for you. “Nice choice, kid.” He said, passing your phone back to you before he picked you up bridal style. “Let’s get you to Helen.”

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You were able to keep track of your phone for the next three days, but while reading on the couch you realized it had been hours since you had last seen it. “Ms. Romanoff?” You called, knowing she was sitting in the kitchen. “I haven’t seen my phone in hours, have you seen it anywhere?”

“Sorry, sweetie, I haven’t. I can call you?” She pulled her phone out, and as she did you remembered what your ringtone is for her.

“I wouldn’t do-” You started to say until you heard Black Widow by Iggy Azalea playing from the fridge. You stood up and walked over to it, opening the door. “What the fuck is my phone doing in there?”

“You must’ve traded your phone for a YOP drink.” Natasha said, ending the call from her end of the phone. “Hm, Barnes was right, you do have good taste in music.”

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With Bruce you were always pretty good at keeping your phone handy, which was good, because you didn’t actually have a special ringtone for him, which you guessed made him special in his own right. You just could never think of a song that fit him well enough to be special enough for his ringtone. You spent a little extra time with Bruce to make up for it, plus you figured that whenever you moved your phone, he would make sure that he knew where it was so you wouldn’t lose it. You had a sneaking suspicion that Hulk liked you too, if the way you were able to calm him down was any indication.

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It was about a week after Natasha had helped you find your phone that you had lost it again. Thor and Loki were back, and while Loki often stayed on Asgard, since Thor insisted he was actually the better king, you enjoyed getting to spend time with both of them. They did both have phones now, since Tony had forced it upon them both last time they were on Earth, so you all would have a means of getting a hold of them, other than praying Heimdall would hear you. They both immediately came to you for help on understanding the Midgardian device. Similar to what Steve and Bucky did with their first phones too, actually.

You had been searching for the last 20 minutes, all over the Compound, and you couldn’t find your phone anywhere. It wasn’t anywhere in your room, your bathroom, you checked all the kitchen cupboards and the fridge, twice; and you had even checked all the furniture in the main living room where you and Loki had been quietly reading that morning after training. Nothing. Your phone was nowhere to be found. You had even poked your head into the lab while Tony and Bruce were gone to see if Peter had seen it. Still no. Your phone was gone. You were just going to have to get a new one and transfer over all of the data. You groaned, flopping down on the couch, data transfers take for-fucking-ever.

“Little angel?” Loki asked. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone, as per usual. I’m just gonna go get a new one and do a data transfer, which takes for-fucking-ever to load and it’s annoying as shit.” You flopped your head to look over at him on the other couch, pouting.

“Why don’t you just get someone to call your phone?” He asked. “I can do it if you’d like.”

You sighed, resigned to have left it somewhere stupid yet again. “I guess you’re my last option, Mischief.” Loki pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped on your contact, calling you. bad guy by Billie Eilish started playing from down the hall, in the training room. You ran towards the noise, picking your phone up once you got there. “Now I remember! I didn’t have pockets in my workout clothes this morning, so I left my phone on the bench. I haven’t needed it, so I didn’t think twice about not having it.”

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You also didn’t have a ringtone for Rhodey, but he was almost never around, and he never called you anyways. You only had his number in case of emergency, mostly for when Tony was stupidly drunk or if he was fighting with Steve and nobody could get them off of each other.

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The morning after Loki had helped you find your phone, you couldn’t find it again. “Nope, I’m not gonna bother, it’ll show up in a few minutes.. or hours..” You mumbled, curling up on the couch with your book. 

Three hours later, after finishing your book, going to training, taking a shower, making everyone lunch, and running some errands, you still hadn’t seen your phone anywhere. You retraced your steps throughout the day, pausing momentarily to ask Bruce if you had had it when you stopped in the lab this morning to ask Tony about an upgrade to your suit. Apparently not.

“Lady Y/N?” Thor asked, coming up behind you. “Are you feeling alright? You’ve been running back and forth across the compound looking like a- what’s the saying?”

“A chicken with my head cut off?” You asked, sighing.

“Yes, that’s it!” Thor exclaimed. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone, Thor. That’s all. I’m sure it’ll turn up somewhere.”

Thor picked you up and put you on his shoulders. “If I called you, milady, would it help?”

“I suppose..” You told him, using your gravitational powers to float safely back to the ground. Thor pulled his phone out and you heard Thunder by Imagine Dragons playing from the lab downstairs. “But.. I didn’t have it when I was down here this morning? I guess I could’ve left it down here last night and since it’s the weekend none of my alarms would’ve gone off.”

“Oh, crap, Y/N, I am so sorry.” Bruce said, looking up from his computer. “I was cleaning up the lab this morning and I must’ve put some things on top of your phone and then Tony moved them, and-”

“Bruce, if I had really needed it, I would’ve gotten someone to call it for me sooner. My only missed call is from Thor. Trust me, it’s alright.” 

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When you couldn’t find your phone again right after dinner, you were starting to worry about yourself. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, you thought to yourself. Somebody has to be moving it when I’m not paying attention so they can find out all my ringtones. Or maybe I really am this forgetful. Should I ask Dr. Cho about upping my meds? Should I go off my meds and see what happens? Should I-

“Y/N/N? You alright, sweetie?” Sam asked, interrupting your train of thought. 

You jumped, not having heard his knock on your door. “Oh, Sammy! You scared me! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“It’s alright. You were really lost in thought, huh?”

“Yeah, I was.” You ducked your head, blushing. “Did you need something?”

“I was just coming to check on you. FRIDAY said you were in here pacing.” 

“Oh, yeah, I do that when I’m stressed. Sorry.”

“It doesn’t bother me, honey. Why are you stressed?” He asked, sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to him. 

“I just feel like somebody has to be taking my phone and hiding it. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, right? I was thinking that I should talk to Dr. Cho about my med dosage since I feel like I’m more disorganized on them than I am off. It’s not even just my phone, other than the bobby pin under the colouring books in my top left desk drawer, I never know where anything is anymore.”

“Okay, so we’ll find your phone and go talk to Helen about your meds. Problem solved.” Sam wrapped an arm around you and pulled out his phone to call you. 

You nuzzled into his side and mumbled, “What if I don’t want you to find out what my ringtone for you is?”

He kissed the top of your head. “We’ve all loved your ringtones for us, honey. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” As you said this, Sam clicked the ‘call’ button on your contact and Fly Like A Bird by Nelly Furtado started playing from the hallway. You opened the door and found your phone on the little table next to your door. “Fuck.” You said under your breath. 

“Hey,” Sam said, wrapping you in a hug and resting his chin on your head. “That’s hilarious, sweetie. I love it.”

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your own around him, “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not. Now what’s this I hear about Barnes having his hands on my girl last week while I was on a mission?”

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After fixing your meds up with Sam and Dr. Cho, you were able to keep track of your phone for about 5 days. Sam helped. But, now, you had just finished training with Wanda and Pietro and you had no idea where your phone was. This was especially making you think you were crazy since these workout clothes have pockets. Both front and back. “Sammy! Have you seen my phone?” You asked, poking your head into his apartment.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He called from under the bathroom sink. “Have you asked Wanda and Pietro? I know you were just training with them.”

“Nope, I came here on my way to them. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Of course you will, it’s movie night.”

“Right, yeah. I forgot. Okay, I’m gonna go find Wanda and Piet, but I’ll see you later.” You said, kissing his forehead and shutting the door behind you. The next thing you knew, you heard Red by Taylor Swift playing from somewhere above you. That was your ringtone for Wanda, she was calling you?

“Up here, sora!” You heard Wanda call from the balcony. Looking up, you saw her waving your phone and you quickly used your gravity powers to float it down to you. “Oh, Y/N/N, you did such a great job controlling your powers!” Wanda shouted, running down the stairs to wrap you in a hug.

Pietro was right behind her, and all of a sudden you were in the middle of a group hug with the twins. “Well, princessa, now that we know what your ringtone for Wanda is, we have to find out what it is for me.” 

“Speed, I am speed.” came blaring through your phone speakers in the voice of Owen Wilson, who played Lightning McQueen in the movie Cars. You sighed, dropping your head onto Wanda’s shoulder as you declined Pietro’s call.

“That is the best thing in the world, princessa.” Pietro said, speeding you back to your apartment. “We’ll see you at movie night tonight?”

You nodded, leaning in the doorway. “Of course you will, Speedy. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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The next morning, just when you thought you were done with everybody calling you to find out their ringtone, King T’Challa and Princess Shuri showed up. 

“Y/N?” Shuri asked, knocking on your door, “Are you awake yet, love?”

You flung your door open, “Yes, I am, but I was looking for my phone before I came out for breakfast.”

“Oh, let me just call you.” Shuri pulled out her phone and called you, and Get Lucky by Daft Punk and Pharrell Williams started playing from down the hallway, in the kitchen.

You walked down the hall, into the kitchen, where everybody was eating breakfast, blushing. “Couldn’t find your phone again, honey?” Sam asked. You nodded, grabbing it out from under your favourite mug.

“How did it even get out here? I had it last night in bed.”

“No you didn’t, you were in here making popcorn and brought your phone with you. You never brought it back, so I just assumed you grabbed it on our way to bed last night.”

“I must not have.” You said, finally remembering to hang up the call to make the song stop.

Natasha wrote something down on her phone, you assumed she was continuing to add to the list of ringtones she was keeping. “Hey, T’Challa, you’re the only one that we don’t know Y/N’s ringtone for, would you mind calling her for us?” Tony asked.

“Of course I can,” T’Challa said, pulling his phone out.

You quickly tapped on your phone, changing T’Challa’s ringtone while you still had a chance. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough because The Pink Panther started playing as your phone lit up with a call from the Wakandan King. “Crap.” You mumbled, declining the call.

“Oh, honey.” Sam said, walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug. “Your sense of humour is absolutely the light of our lives. Has anybody disliked what Y/N/N’s ringtone for them was?” Everybody shook their heads.

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All in all, losing your phone so often because of your ADHD didn’t end up being so bad. But Clint got his ass kicked when Peter found your phone left in the vents one day. Turns out, when Clint isn’t hiding your phone, you actually don’t lose it all that often.

I hope you enjoyed! Once again, I have no idea how to end fics, so you get that piece of shit as a last paragraph.

#reader insert #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #peter parker #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #tchalla #shuri #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #rhodey #bruce banner #reader has a questionable taste in music #at least everyone else finds it entertaining #the adhd may not be written completely accurate but i tried #also i feel like i might have adhd but haven't been diagnosed yet #so this would pretty much be a saga of me living with the avengers

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Run Rabbit Run

Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x F!reader

Summary: Part of being an avenger is protecting those who need it. Whether they want protected or not.

Genres, old and new warm up for @the-slumberparty

I got Horror as my genre. Is is true horror? No, not really but I used it as an inspiration and that’s what counts. So gold star for effort. Also first time writing for Steve and Marvel in general so let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, swearing, not following canon, violence mentioned without detail, gun/gunshot mentions, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers, Dark!Bucky Barnes, Dark!Natasha Romanov

Masterlist

You know he’s outside again. You can see his shadow on the street from where you’re sitting on your couch. You keep glancing towards the shadow. It’s weird it’s taken him this long. You figured he had been out of town last week but you’d sworn you’d heard him on the fire escape two nights ago. It’s not like him to not be out there sooner. For a stalker he’s pretty routine. Your phone buzzes and you jump, before even looking at it you know it’s him. It’s always him.

You roll your eyes. Fat chance of that ever happening.

You throw your phone across the room and curl into a ball on your couch. You should have listened to your mother and not moved to the city. This was a mistake.

You must have fallen asleep at some point last night since you’re awoken to someone knocking on your door. You rub your eyes and yawn before answering the door.

“You look like shit,” your best friend says as she walks inside your apartment.

“Good morning to you too, I guess,” you mutter and shut the door.

She plops down on your couch and starts playing on her phone, “Did you hear about what the Avengers did last night?”

You shake your head and sit on the other side of the couch, “I literally just woke up. I didn’t even know the Avengers were in town.” Liar.

“Well they’re back in town. There was some whole alien thing I guess last night so they flew in,” she said with a shrug.

What a weird world you lived in when a ‘whole alien thing’ is barely anything to bat an eye at. It seems more common than not lately. For so long the government covered up aliens and now it seems like Earth is a free for all. Thankfully you had Earth’s mightiest heroes to protect you. Even if HE was a part of it.

You knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was. Nobody knew him like you did. You wish with everything in you that you didn’t know him like this. You didn’t want to know him at all.

For a year now he’s been following you. ‘Protecting you’ he tells you sometimes and every time you correct him telling him it’s stalking. There’s not much you can do to stop it. Before you knew who was following you, you tried twice to file police reports. Any time you called to check up on them you were told they didn’t have any record of any report you’d made. That was your first clue that your stalker wasn’t just some guy off the street. He had resources. He had skills.

The second clue and biggest clue was seeing him across the street in full uniform one day. Shield and all. You hadn’t seen him in about a month. Before that it was always casual clothes and a ball cap pulled down over his eyes.

Finding out exactly who he was just upset your further. There’s no one you can turn to. You can’t just file a police report against Captain America. They’d laugh in your face. He knows that too. He knows you can’t do anything about this. It kills you inside to just let it happen but what else can you do? Go to the other Avengers? Either they would laugh at you just like the police would or they’d be too loyal to him to even entertain the idea that Steve Rogers was stalking you. You’re not sure which they’d find less believable: Steve being a stalker or Steve picking you to stalk. It’s not like you’re some super model or actress. You’re just you.

“Hey, you okay?” Your best friend asks nudging you with her foot.

“Huh? Oh, yeah I’m fine. I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” you say and give her a weak smile.

“Why don’t you take a nap for a while and then tonight let’s go do something fun?” She offers.

“I don’t know……”

“I do. Go back to bed. I’ll come pick you up at 10,” she says with a grin and hops to her feet. “See you later! Dress pretty!” She kisses your forehead and sees herself out, making sure to lock the door behind her.

Maybe you can convince her you’re sick later and can’t go out. You get up off the couch and grab your phone from where you threw it last night. Thankfully nothing from Steve. You head into your room and shut your blackout curtains before laying down in bed You set an alarm then plug the phone in to charge and roll over.

You can just feel your brain getting a bit fuzzy before you feel your phone vibrate and chirp at you and you roll back over to check it.

You huff.

You drop your phone back down on your bed and close your eyes once again. The cameras have been in your apartment for about 5 months. Well 5 months that you’re aware of. He was going on so many missions that he was getting worried about you. He wasn’t there to protect you and make sure you were okay. The only way he could do that was with the cameras. He’s promised you there aren’t any in your bathroom when you asked. He explained how he really didn’t want to put one in your bedroom for you to have some sense of privacy but he knew he would feel better if he could just check on you when you were sleeping so he ended up putting one in there too. You’ve looked everywhere for the cameras. You have no idea where they are. It’s not like he doesn’t have access to the latest and greatest technology so you’re sure you’ll never actually find them. Sometimes, if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t exactly mind the cameras. You know someone is checking on you. Checking on your well-being. Kinda like a security system without actually having a security system. Plus if anyone is going to take your safety seriously it’s the crazed man who won’t leave you alone.

You nap for about three hours before you’re awoken to your door slamming. You sit straight up and grab your phone. You hear two voices, neither of which you can place. You take slow deep breaths so the people don’t hear you.

“Is the girl even here?”

“Yes, she hasn’t been seen leaving the apartment and he was watching outside last night so she’s gotta still be here.”

They’re looking for you. Because of him.

Steve has always viewed himself as a romantic at heart but he’s never quite understood woman enough to make a connection with one especially not in this new time he woke up in. He’s tried going on dates but they always seemed to end in disaster or worse the woman only wanted to go out with him because he was Captain America and not Steve Rogers. This time period has taken a lot of time to get used to but it brought him the most important thing, you. He’s always believed in love at first sight and seeing you a year ago confirmed it. You were the love of his life. He knew it. At first he was watching you as a way to get some intel on you so he could ask you out but you slipped away before he had a chance to approach you. The next time he saw you by happenstance he was ready. He borrowed a tracker and slipped it in your bag so he wouldn’t lose you again. He liked being able to track you. It was comforting to know you were safe. It didn’t stop at tracking though. Soon tracking wasn’t enough. He needed to see you. So he went from tracking to following. And soon following to watching. Watching as much as he could. He prefers watching in person if he can but the cameras are fine if he can’t. Watching you calms him. It gives him the strength he needs to continue some days. If he keeps the Earth safe then he’s keeping you safe. Everything he has to do he can finagle it into doing it for you. He’s told you this on a couple occasions. You brush it off. He’ll get you to understand one day. You can’t brush him off forever.

At first you were so scared. His perfect frightened bunny. Its changed into stubbornness. He knows it’ll be worth it. For a whole year Steve knows he’s been whittling away at your resolve. You’re not as scared as you used to be. You snark at him more often than not when you text. You even called him once to explain how much of as asshole he is. He loved all 10 minutes of your rant. He even thanked you for letting him know and told you he would work on it. He loved hearing from you. Any interaction you initiate is his new favorite. Anything to show him you’re not afraid of him and that you accept him as a part of your life. That’s all he wants. Once you accept him it’ll only take a short amount of time before you love him like he loves you. He won’t force it though. He would never force something like this. He’s not a monster. He’s fine with waiting. It’ll be worth it.

It’s worth it just to see you’ve sent him a text. You don’t send him many first. Only a handful of times.

Help? What did you need help with? He’s ready for whatever you need of course, thrilled with this olive branch that you’ve offered to him. He had been in a meeting when you texted him but it was only an hour ago. He checked the camera in your bedroom but you’re still asleep. What could you possibly need help with? Maybe you woke up hungry or something then fell back asleep. He heads to his office to pull up the camera feeds on his laptop to get a better view. He’s sure his text back will wake you up and he loves watching you wake up.

That’s weird. He didn’t hear the text tone. He didn’t even see it light up in the dark of your room. He flips between the different camera feeds of the apartment and stops when he sees something off in a feed. Something that shouldn’t be there. What’s your phone doing laying near your front door?

You always charge your phone when you sleep in bed. Always. So why is it in the living room?

“Friday!” Steve calls.

“Yes, Captain?” The AI responds.

“Is there something wrong with camera 2648?” He asks.

“It seems that camera 2648 is frozen. The last recorded time was at 12:02 PM.”

“Can you restart it?”

“Yes, Captain just one moment.”

Steve watches as the camera goes offline and switches back on. You’re not in bed. You weren’t on any of the other cameras. There wasn’t any noise happening from inside your apartment so you’re not in the bathroom. You wouldn’t have left your phone if you were going out and you definitely wouldn’t have left it there on the floor.

“Friday play back last movement alert from the doorway.”

“Playing back the last movement alert now.”

Steve watched as a black clad figure carried your lifeless body out of your apartment and another figure closed the door after the two of you went into your apartment building hallway. Both figures had hoods up and a strip of cloth hiding the bottom parts of their face.

“Friday! Playback all video with those two in the frame with enhanced audio.”

“Playing back all video.”

Steve listened intently to the two figures not getting much out of their conversation. They didn’t stay long. They first overturned a lot of your apartment. You were going to be so mad when you see the state they left it in. He’s going to have to help you clean up. They spoke about watching the apartment for when you left but they also spoke about waiting for him to watch you. They must have known when they went to take you he would be busy. They must also have known it was you he was watching. How though? While yes he is watching your apartment specifically it’s not like you didn’t have neighbors that he could have been watching instead. He hadn’t been in your apartment recently. Not for at least a month or two.

He watched as both figures went into your bedroom and then came out moments later after he heard some garbled shouting from the bedroom. The one figure was holding you and the other was leading them to the front door. Steve watched as your phone slipped out of your hand onto the carpet, unbeknownst to either figure. You tried to take it with you. You tried to help Steve get to you. He knows your aware of the tracker he put in your phone.

“Good job, bunny,” he murmurs to himself.

His girl isn’t a fighter. You were never going to be able to take on both of those guys. That’s Steve’s job. He’s your protector. He can’t help but feel like he’s doing a shitty job right now. Couldn’t stop his bunny from being taken.

Steve shakes his head. He can’t do anything about that right now. Not what’s important. You’re already gone. He needs to get you back. He takes a deep breath to push down his rising emotions. Those won’t help anything. He needs to think.

“Friday!” He snaps after a moment.

“Yes captain?”

“I need any video on those two leaving the building or when they entered. Anything you can find. Any car they may have used. Which way they were going. Anything,” he says as he stands up.

“Yes sir.”

He heads towards the elevator and takes it to his apartment floor. He goes into his apartment quickly and changes into his uniform. He’s not sure what he’s getting himself into. He knows having backup would be easier. There’s only one person who he’s told about his bunny.

He exits his apartment quickly and heads to the next apartment over and bangs loudly on the door which opens soon after.

“Jesus Stevie, where’s the fire?” His best friend asks.

“She’s gone. Someone took her. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where she is,” Steve blurts out. Clearly pushing down all his emotions didn’t work as well as he thought.

Bucky pulls Steve into his apartment, shutting the door behind him then leads him to the couch and gently pushes him down onto it and squats in front of him. Bucky knows how to handle Steve when he gets frantic like this.

“From the beginning,” Bucky says gently and nods to him to continue his explanation.

Steve takes a deep breath trying to organize his thoughts. This wasn’t like him. He’s typically much more collected than this but he just can’t. His bunny is somewhere. She isn’t safe. He doesn’t want to think of what they might be doing to her. “Bunny texted me. Which is weird but not unheard of. All it said was “Help”. I texted her back about an hour later because I had that meeting and I was watching the video feed when I did it and it looked off and I was right. The feed was frozen and then I checked the others and found her phone laying by the door. Two people went in at 12:09 and took her. She looked passed out when they carried her out. I hope passed out. The only thing I know about them is they were hired to take her because of me. They made sure to cover their whole bodies so I couldn’t tell anything from the videos except their voices. I have Friday looking for any video feed of them besides my own.”

Bucky nods, “Got it.” He gets up and heads towards his bedroom.

Steve worries his bottom lip. He needs you back.

“Captain,” Friday says pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yes, Friday?”

“I have identified their vehicle and have located it. I have sent the coordinates to your phone.”

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Finally. Some good news.

“Thank you, Friday.”

“You’re welcome, Captain.”

Steve pulls out his phone and pulls up the coordinates. It was about a half hour drive.

“Buck!” Steve calls out.

Bucky’s door opens and his head peeks out, “Yeah?”

“We got a location.”

Bucky nods and shuts his door before coming out a moment later. He didn’t dress in his normal avengers uniform, instead choosing to wear his old Winter Soldier uniform.

Steve must have looked at him funny because Bucky said, “They’ll be trying not to shit themselves as the Winter Soldier comes at them.”

Steve regards him for a moment then nods before standing up, “Let’s go.”

Steve led Bucky down to the Avenger’s garage choosing to take one of the field vans. Bucky refused to let Steve drive telling him he needed to come up with a plan on the way, which they discussed as Bucky drove.

They drove slightly past the coordinates which had taken them to what looked like an old abandoned manufacturing building. One floor. That made it easier. They didn’t want to park directly in front of it in case there were people watching for them.

Steve and Bucky finish suiting up in the van and gathered all the supplies they need, including ear pieces to stay in contact with each other.

“You know the plan?” Steve asks while grabbing his ahold.

“Get in. Find your rabbit. Kill everyone,” Bucky says before he puts his face mask on to finish off his uniform.

Steve nods and the two of them head out.

Entering the building hasn’t been hard. Clearly this kidnapping wasn’t well planned. They did find out there were more people than they expected. The two of them took out a three men each before they decided to split up.

Steve went from room to room looking but it was Bucky who found you. Your eyes got big when you saw him. You probably didn’t know what side of this he was on. He touched his ear and said something you couldn’t quite hear then he set down his gun and held his hands up as he approached you just like if he was actually approaching a scared rabbit. You were tied to a chair with a cloth tied in your mouth. Bucky took out his knife and made quick work of setting you free. Once you could use your hands you pulled the cloth from your mouth.

“Thank you,” you said softly to the man. He nodded back to you. He walked back to his gun and picked it up holding it to him in position to shoot if need be then gestures towards the door with his head clearly meaning for you to follow him. You stay as close as you can to him. In the distance you can hear gunshots and you jump. He leads you to a door and you hear a muffled, “Dark blue van. Next parking lot over. Lock the doors.” You nod then hear more gun shots in the distance from somewhere in the building. The man in front of you curses then says, “беги кролик беги” and nods to you before turning and running towards the noise.

You take off in the opposite direction and run straight for the van the second you see it. You fling open the door and get inside before locking it and heading to the back and hiding out of sight. You notice the amount of weapons and gadgets on the walls of the van. Nothing jumps out at you that it belongs to the Avengers but it has to. Steve had to have been the one to find you like you knew he would. You were safe now because of him.

Later, you’re not sure how long later could have been five minutes or an hour you’re not sure, a knocking comes from outside the front door along with someone pulling at the door handle. You quickly swallow down a whimper before you hear, “Bunny? It’s Steve. Open up, doll.”

You were right. Steve came for you. Tears immediately fill your eyes as you get back into the front seat and unlock the doors before opening the side Steve is standing on and throwing yourself into his arms. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You feel a kiss on the top of your head as he gently sways the two of you from side to side. Once your sobs quiet down he pulls away slightly to check you over.

“Are you okay, bunny?” He asks looking at your face trying to see if you have and injuries he can see.

You nod and try and pull him back to you, only feeling safe when he’s holding you tight but he doesn’t let you.

He continues looking you over then asks, “Does anything hurt?”

You shake your head, “No, I don’t even really remember much. Just hearing people in my apartment then waking up tied to a chair. Then a man came and cut me loose and took me to the door and told me where the van was and to lock the doors.”

“And you listened so well, rabbit,” the man from earlier says as he walks up to the two of you.

“Yes you did. I’m so proud of you,” Steve says then kisses your forehead.

You smile looking up at Steve. Maybe you judged him too harshly before.

Bucky is the one who drives you all back to your apartment. Steve walks you up as he has a key to get in already. You walk in and look around and sigh seeing the mess. You start to clean and Steve quickly joins in. With the two of you working together it doesn’t take long for everything to be picked up.

“Guess you should be getting ready soon to go out. I’ll just head out then,” Steve says walking towards the door.

“No!” you yell then clear your throat and in a quieter voice say, “No. Umm. Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone. Please. I need you.”

“Whatever you want, Bunny,” Steve says with a smile.

You hold your hand out towards him and he quickly walks to your side and takes it. The two of you settle on the couch together with you snuggled into Steve’s side. He takes out his phone and texts Bucky to let him know he’s staying with you.

Bucky smiles when he sees the text.

“What’s got you so happy?” Natasha asks him.

“The plan worked. She won’t let him leave her side,” he says grinning.

Natasha shrugs, “Told you. A little trauma really brings people together sometimes. Plus we needed that gang gone. It was a win-win.”

Bucky nods, “It really, really was.”

Translation: беги кролик беги - Run rabbit run

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Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 1: "Welcome To New York"

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

"Alright, I'm here," Sam announces to Nick Fury, quickly striding into the room looking particularly annoyed at being called in for some super-secret reason that apparently couldn't be discussed over the phone - on his day off.

"Good timing. I've got someone for you to meet. Someone I think would be an excellent candidate for the Avengers initiative."

Sam’s head tilts slightly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Shouldn't this go to Steve or Tony? Why me?"

"She has her… detriments and I think it would be better if she was slowly introduced. To avoid overwhelming her."

“If she’s easily overwhelmed, this is probably not the job for her,” Sam retorts.

“Trust me when I tell you it’s for your own benefit that we don’t overwhelm her,” Nick cryptically comments.

"Not another assassin. Please not another assassin," Sam begs, it was bad enough that two of his closest friends were super soldiers and he was constantly surrounded by people who were trained to kill him in the blink of an eye, he didn't want to add another person to that list.

"She's not an assassin. Just unfamiliar with the world."

 Sam’s eyes narrow in suspicion. "How unfamiliar?"

"Very," Nick says, sliding over the file to him.

Sam skims it at first, barely taking in any of the information in front of him. Then the further he goes, the more enthralled and interested in your story he becomes and the more certain he becomes that he is not the man for the job. "She's never had contact with the outside world?"

"No."

"I can't take this on." Sam immediately slides the file back. "This is a job for Steve, Bruce- Vision, even. You want me to introduce her to everything? On top of all the baggage that this girl has. Do you hear how crazy that sounds?"

"She's unassimilated, but highly intelligent and very powerful. This is a person we want on our side."

"Don't you have agents for this kind of thing?"

"Wilson, she's a completely clean slate. A human raised in captivity without the slightest clue about the outside world. The next 2 years of her life will be the strangest, most difficult transition period we’ve ever seen, and it will make or break her," Fury forcefully states, sliding the file back. "In the wrong hands, she could be an apocalyptic threat. Now, I need someone on the straight and narrow. Someone with patience and experience that can work with her- introduce her to the world. You’ve got experience working with people with PTSD, para-rescue, you’re the perfect person for this- I want it to be you."

"I want to meet her first," Sam bites back, refusing to agree to anything until he meets this mysterious person.

"Fine."

Together they walk into a small room just off to the side. It's brightly colored with a small TV mounted to the wall. There's scattered toys and books all around the room. It's for all intents and purposes a room for children, so he has to wonder why you're in here at all. He doesn't see your face, your back is turned and you're staring out the window, completely oblivious to the two men. Sam calls your name, not loudly enough that you’re certain he’s talking to you. You remain completely still, staring at the busy streets and not moving a muscle to avoid doing the wrong thing.

"Hey," Nick calls a little louder and you unfreeze at the familiar voice, the one person you’d come to trust. You whirl around and Sam has to admit that you are not what he expected. You take a look at the two men and watch them for a minute longer than socially acceptable, making Sam a little uncomfortable.

Nick points to Sam. "He's a friend. Good guy."

"Friend?" you cautiously nod, sliding off the window sill and slowly approaching the two of them. 

"Friend."

You nod again with a little more assurance. "Hello."

"Hi, I'm Sam. Sam Wilson," he reaches out to shake your hand. You jolt back from his hand, and he doesn't miss the fear that momentarily flashes in your eyes. Sam takes his own hand and demonstrates a handshake with himself. "Just a handshake. I won't hurt you."

"Handshake?" you echo, your tone questioning.

"Handshake- it's another way to say hello," Sam further explains.

"Ah...I understand."

"How about you take her on a walk? She hasn't seen much of New York yet."

Sam side-eyes Fury, knowing exactly what he's trying to do. "Fine," he smiles, then whispers to Fury, "But I haven't agreed to anything yet."

"You will," Fury confidently states.

-

Sam's intently watching you, watching as you take in the busy city streets and the loud noise, and he waits for the inevitable moment of culture shock. For you to look at him in fear and try to run back to the building. But you don't. You're looking at the world with the awe and wonderment of a child being let loose in the city for the first time.

"You hungry?" he asks, nudging his head to the hot dog cart on the other side of the street.

"Hungry?" you repeat.

"Eat. Like food?"

You nod, excited at hearing a familiar word. "Yes, I eat food."

"I know," he chuckles. "We all do."

"This is a hot dog," Sam explains, walking up to the cart. "You can get whatever you want on it, but people will judge you based on what you decide. I'd recommend starting you off with a plain one."

You simply nod your head along to what he's saying, piecing together the words as quickly as you can while also trying to puzzle together the man in front of you. Though you weren't experienced with people, for some reason you felt like you could trust the man in front of you, even beyond Fury's assurances- he seemed kind, patiently explaining things to you without condescension. You decided right then and there that you could listen to your instincts and trust the man.  

"Okay," he nods, then turns away from you to order. With two hot dogs in his hand, the two of you make your way to a nearby park bench to eat. 

You smile at Sam, almost finished with your hot dog. "This is good."

"Glad you like it."

When you're done, you take the waxy paper and ball it up in your hand. Sam looks in confusion as you look at the ball in your hand. As he's about to offer to throw it away for you, you set the paper on fire and let it burn in your hand. 

"Jesus," Sam jolts back, away from the small, yet contained, fire. "That's one way to get rid of your garbage." You open your hand again to show Sam the few remaining ashes, then let the wind carry them away. "Cool."

You smile, closing your hand again. "You like?"

"Very cool."

You hold out your closed hand to Sam again. Then with a grin, you open it to reveal a small sunflower in your palm. "For you," you nod, gesturing for him to grab it.

Sam gently grabs the flower, rolling it in between his pointer finger and thumb. He sighs in resignation, too quiet for you to hear over the loud cityscape, "I'm going to regret this."

By the time the two of you make it back, Fury has a knowing smirk on his face- it's almost enough to make Sam change his mind. "I'll do it."

"Told you. She grows on you."

Sam rolls his eyes, grabbing the file again. "Yeah, yeah. What exactly does this entail?"

“You’re going to be in charge of making her a fully functional adult, then a fully functional Avenger.”

“Fine, but we’re going to do this my way.”

“That’s fair. There’s about a handful of people that know about her, I highly suggest you only include those absolutely vital to her development. Everything else is in the file, her full history, everything we know about her. It’s all there.”

“Anything else?” Sam exhales deeply.

“Yes, actually,” Nick hesitantly sighs. ”Be gentle.”

“She grew on you too?” Sam sarcastically remarks, fully expecting Fury to laugh at him- except he doesn't.

“You’ve spent all of an hour with her and you agreed to a 24/7 detail for an undetermined amount of time. I’ve been watching her for almost a month. Do with that what you will.”

Next Chapter

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A Love Like Ours

Pairing: Stucky x female reader 

Summary: 40s fic: Steve, Bucky and you – there was barely a moment when the three of you weren’t together. A friendship like that was rare and you were all looking out for each other. But with ups came downs and then Bucky had to leave for the war – and Steve followed.  

Word Count:  ~4.2k

Warnings: angst to fluff with a happy ending, mentions of war and possible death, mentions of losing weight (its not described how the reader looks though, just that the clothes are a little bit more lose) due to side effects of war and me not having a clue how it really has been 

A/N: This is for @motsdouxdejanie Forget-Me-Not creative challenge. When I saw the prompts I knew immediately that it had to be a 40s fic and then I couldn’t decide if it should be a Steve or Bucky fic, so this happened. Thank you sooo much for beta reading this @jenniweaslee and the prompts I used were: 

Snowdrop = friend(s) in need / consolation / “I promise I’m always here for you.” 

Heath = healing from within / “Wish me luck.” / wishes coming true 

Holly = “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” 

Ivy Geranium = “May I have the next dance?” 

Having a friendship with Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes was one of the best things that could have ever happened to you – even though it was hard sometimes. Like right in that moment. “Steve, open up!” your fist hammered against the door. You were sure that Steve’s neighbour would come out and complain soon, but you hadn’t seen Steve in two days and his spare key wasn’t where it used to be.

After a phone call with your other friend who also had not seen the young blonde in days, you were on your way to check in on him. Both of you were concerned with Steve’s health, especially now that Steve was living on his own. “Steve Rogers, you open the door right now, or else!” You stopped, as you didn’t know what to do then. You would have to call Bucky so that he  could break open the door, but that would mean that you had to either bike home or to Bucky’s place. Which would mean that your plans for the evening would be ruined. Asking Steve’s neighbour if you could use her phone was out of question, as she didn’t like you. She was old and she was a firm believer about women not going unchaperoned into a man’s apartment.Your family didn’t share the same opinion and it was even less of a problem with them, since you have been friends with the two guys since you were little. “Steve,” you tried for the last time and then you heard the faint sound of footsteps and the clicking before the door was opened. “Oh Steve,” you said, once you got a good look at him. “Why didn’t you call us?” You pushed him softly out of the way, so you could enter the apartment. 

“It’s not that bad,” Steve croaked as you closed the door and pushed him towards the small living room with the kitchen. 

“It is freezing in here, Steve.” 

“I’m out of coals,” he mumbled and you pushed him towards the couch. 

“Okay, we’ll work on that. Bucky will bring some and I’ll make you something warm to eat,” you promised and went into his bedroom to grab a blanket and an extra pair of socks. After wrapping him in two blankets and struggling to get the socks on his feet, you went over to the phone. Steve couldn’t make out what you were saying, as sleep was taking over. 

The next thing he knew was that he felt warm and he smelled something nice. He could also hear hushed voices. “He should move in with one of us. He is sick and no one knew! It was freezing in here and I just don’t know why he didn’t call for help,” he heard your voice say. 

“Come here,” that must have been Bucky. “We’ll figure something out, but first we need to get Stevie back to health. I’ll check in on him, see if he can eat some of your soup.” 

“Hey punk,” he heard Bucky’s voice before he saw his head in front of him. “You scared us. Want some soup?” 

“I’m sorry,” Steve’s voice was quiet and so he just nodded to show he was up for something warm. Not long after that he was squeezed between his two best friends, sharing their blanket and body warmth. “Did you came from work?” he asked Bucky when he took in his attire. 

“Yup, I brought some coals on the way,” he confirmed and slurped his soup loudly. 

He looked at his other side and only noticed then the styled hair and the make-up on your face. “Oh no, your date,” Steve said, ashamed. 

“Don’t worry, Steve,” you patted his leg over the blanket. “I cancelled. I’d rather be here anyway.” He saw you shrugging but he remembered how excited you were when you were asked out. And that was exactly why Steve felt guilty. He kept his best friends from living their life. 

“I don’t want to be your pity date,” Steve grumbled and you threw your hands in the air. This man would be the reason for you to get your first grey hairs! 

“Okay, good. I’ll ask someone else then,” you huffed and walked away. You were annoyed! Steve’s mood was bad. Since Bucky got his orders and he wasn’t accepted, Steve kept trying and it was exhausting. Doubling that with the worry and fear you had for Bucky, made you miserable as well. But this was Bucky’s last night here and even if you could do nothing else, you wanted him to have a nice memory to look back on. 

You and Bucky had begged Steve to move in with you when Bucky’s letter came. Even your tears hadn’t helped. Why did both of your friends have to be so stubborn? That night had ended with a sleepover with the three of you, everyone touching, afraid that it would never be the same again. 

“Is the punk causing trouble?” An arm was slung around your shoulder. 

“He is in a mood. Don’t know how I will keep him in check without you here,” you admitted. “You better come back to help me out,” you added and slung your arm around his waist and squeezed before you let go again. 

“You’ll manage, you always do. Will you bring someone tonight?” he asked. 

“I asked Steve, he said he didn’t want a pity date,” you answered and he picked up the sad tone in your voice. “I’ll find someone. If not, I’ll come alone, it won’t be a problem.” 

“Okay, I could always,” he started to offer to come alone too, but you interrupted him immediately, telling him he shouldn’t have to do that and that you’d see him later in the day. 

And so a few hours later, you were at the Stark Expo with your two best friends. You didn’t ask anyone to come with you, simply because it was Bucky’s last night and you didn’t want to divide your attention. While Steve didn’t want to be your pity date, he sure didn’t have a problem with the extra girl that Bucky brought along. Although she did not seem as excited as Bucky’s date. You were walking with the four of them and when you saw a photo booth, you immediately got excited! And while the girl on Bucky’s arm seemed excited too, her smile faded once her date grabbed you and Steve by the arm and pulled you along. You actually never really saw the picture that was taken as Bucky pocketed it once he was handed it. He offered to take one with his date afterwards and she seemed pleased at that.  You noticed though that this time he handed her the picture, but the one of the three of you was still safely in his new military uniform. 

You had a good night – until you came across the military propaganda. Then the usual fight broke out again, but this time you didn’t hold back. 

“Why are you so determined to get killed?” you yelled at Steve when he wanted to try to get into the army again. 

“I know I am sick, you don’t have to remind me every chance you get. That’s why I want to do it, I want to give something back. I want to help! I am useless here, I can’t provide for anyone.” 

“So getting killed is better? It’s okay that Bucky has to leave? And you’re so set on leaving me too? What do you think will happen there, Stevie? What will you do when it gets cold? Your body can’t handle the cold here, how will it handle it in a war?” You were so angry, tears started to gather in your eyes. “What is so wrong with staying here and staying safe? We help from here too! This,” you pointed at the stupid sign that you hated so much “will be your death. Whether you want to hear it or not. And I simply don’t want to lose you!”  

When you looked into Steve’s eyes, you saw that his opinion hadn’t changed and it was your cue to leave. You needed to get away for a while. 

You never went to bed angry at each other. If you had a fight, you would apologize and so you expected to see Steve that night. But when only Bucky stood in front of your door, you started to cry again. Your tears soaked Bucky’s new uniform. “He’ll come around. I told him to keep an eye out for you. You have to promise me that you’ll look out for each other!” 

“I will, if you promise to take care of yourself.” He promised and when he left, you saw tears in his eyes too.  You knew that he would shed them once you were out of view. You didn’t really sleep that night and Bucky told you not to send him off, so you made your way over to Steve to clear the air and suffer together. Before you could go inside or knock, you spotted an envelope with your name on it at the door. 

You don’t have any idea how hard it is for me to write this letter. You might think that I don’t care about you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth! That’s why I’m writing to you – because I know if I looked into your eyes, I wouldn’t be able to go. I need to do this, I need to do it for myself. I know you say all the time that we look out for each other, but it always feels like just you and Bucky are looking out for me. I have an opportunity to prove myself now – for you, for Buck, for me. Please don’t cry, I promise I’ll come back to you. I promise I’m always here for you.  I’ll write you as soon as I can. 

Yours always, 

Steve 

You came to talk to your friend, hug it out and be there for each other. Now your heart was breaking even more because you’ve also lost Steve. For over a decade, it was always Bucky, Steve and you. And now without them there with you, you felt lost. Letters started to arrive from both of them. Bucky’s letters were more about your wellbeing and advice and telling you to not take the job at the factory. Then suddenly his letters took a turn. They were full of memories that the three of you shared and your heart ached, because you couldn’t be there for him. You were sure that he wasn’t feeling his best, as he never mentioned anything going on over there. 

Steve’s letters were something else. Mostly because Steve was different in some aspects. He told you all about what he went through.  You had to read the letter at least four times before you could comprehend that that stupid punk had let himself injected with something to make him stronger without thinking twice about it. But his letters were more optimistic and at least he was happy that he could finally do what he had always wanted.  

You haven’t gone dancing in ages. Simply because there hadn’t been a reason for you to go. However, with the men slowly returning from war, the dance halls were getting more attention. And so you hadn’t found a reason to say no to your coworker when she begged you to accompany her that night. 

Your shoes were uncomfortable as you hadn’t worn them in ages. Your dress was a little bit more loose than it should be, but that was a problem most people had these days. Looking in the mirror reminded you of Steve and how you and Bucky were always determined to bring back home more food, so that his clothes would not be that loose anymore. Your thoughts went to your best friends and your heart ached, but that wasn’t unusual. You hadn’t heard from them in a while. Before you could suffer more, you grabbed your coat and went to pick up your coworker. 

The dance hall was pretty crowded when you arrived. The men were doing rounds to dance with as many women as they could. After two dances you went over to the bar to grab a drink. It was also crowded there, but suddenly most of them left and went in the direction of the door. You quickly ordered a drink since you now had the attention of the bartender. 

“May I have the next dance?” a voice next to you asked. You were about to decline when you turned around and saw the face of the man asking you. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that you promised me a dance before I left?” He smirked and you threw yourself at him. 

“Are you for real?” you asked. You stepped back without letting go of him just so you could get a closer look at him. “Are you really here?” Maybe your eyes were playing a joke on you – it wasn’t the first time you daydreamed that your guys would come back but this felt so real. 

“I’m here, doll. I came back to you,” he confirmed. “I brought Steve too.” 

A breath of relief left your lips. “Where is he?” You looked around. The group of people were blocking your view, but you couldn’t spot Steve. 

“He may look a bit different now.” Bucky turned you around so you were facing the crowd without his arm leaving your waist. “Maybe a bit taller too,” he pointed at a tall guy looking overwhelmed until his eyes met yours. 

“No way,” you said, but the smile that grew on the blonde’s face told you that it was really your Stevie. The crowd parted as he walked directly towards you. Your name left his lips and suddenly you were in an unfamiliar hug. 

“I missed you. I missed you so much,” Steve repeated and didn’t let go of you, not even when someone cleared his throat repeatedly next to him. 

“Excuse me,” someone said. 

“No, I’m sorry. Can’t you see that there's a reunion happening here? You’re interrupting.” You heard Bucky’s voice, but Steve didn’t seem to care and neither did you as you couldn’t process that both of them were really here. When Bucky is about to shoo another person away, you finally let go of each other. 

“What is going on?” you asked Steve and put a hand on his face that was oddly familiar and still strange at the same time. “What do they want?” Your eyes wandered from Steve’s face to Bucky’s and you noticed the crowd that had gathered around you. 

“Can you tell us the story how your saved the life of almost a whole garrison?” someone asked. 

“Imagine we get to hear the story from Captain America himself!” someone whisper yelled. 

“Captain America?” you asked confused. Of course you had heard about him, the placards were everywhere but you didn’t really look at them. You tried to ignore everything, especially the stuff that tried to get even more people to join the war. 

“Can we get out of here?” Steve asked you and you nodded. You told them you had to use the bathroom before you could leave and you promised to see them outside. There were two women already in the bathroom as you went into an empty stall. 

“It’s not fair,” you heard their voices over the faint music that was coming from the hall. “They didn’t even look at anyone else.” 

“They’ve been friends forever. Of course they would stop to see her first. You better get on her good side, they won’t even look at someone who can’t get along with her. Kind of annoying, but if that’s what I have to do, I will. I would have never thought that Steve would get more attractive than Bucky, can you…” the second voice cut off as they left the room. You were confused what you had heard. Is this what people thought about? You quickly finished your business and washed your hands and went outside to find your friends. 

“You ready to go?” Bucky asked you as soon as you stepped outside and fastened the belt of your coat. Just to your right were two women touching Steve’s arm. You nodded towards Bucky. “You coming, punk?” He yelled and put your arm through his as if he never went away. You started walking in the direction of your apartment and only a few steps later, you felt an unfamiliar hand on your back. You turned around to take a look and saw Steve – the new Steve with that strange but oddly familiar face. 

“Do you still live above Mrs. Hudson's place?” Steve asked and you nodded. At least his voice hadn’t changed at all. 

“She will be glad to see that you both made it back. She was always fond of you,” you replied. The walk to your apartment wasn’t long and it was filled with a silence that was unusual, but somehow you felt that the talk the three of you had to have would be better suited to be held inside. And you were all well past the part where you would do small talk, but it still felt good to have both of your guys touching you. 

The guys followed you into the flat and pulled of their shoes immediately and put them next to yours. You didn’t know what it was, but the sight of their shoes next to you was your breaking point. Suddenly you started to sob and two arms wrapped around you before you could even realize what was going on. 

“We’re here. We’re okay,” Steve’s voice said into your ear and he mumbled promises and assured you that they were both back until you calmed down. You almost apologized, but then thought better of it. There was nothing that you needed to apologize for. Steve guided you towards your living room where your old couch stood. Bucky had already filled a glass with water and held it out to you while Steve dabbed your tears away with a tissue. 

Suddenly there was knocking on your door. Bucky and Steve shared a glance that you missed, as you were wiping the last tears away with your hands when you stood up to open the door. It was kind of late, that meant it could only be one person. It was confirmed when you heard your name through the door. 

“Hi Mrs. Hudson,” you greeted your landlady at the door. 

“I heard some noises and wanted to make sure that you’re okay,” the little lady said but stopped when she saw your face. You knew that she wanted to ask, but was afraid to do so. There had been too many tears lately, but then her eyes grew wide when she looked behind you. “Your boys are back? Oh, this must be happy tears then.” She made a motion for them to come nearer, but when they took too long, she stepped around you and hugged first Bucky and then Steve. She didn’t comment on their appearances. “I’m happy you guys made it back! I tried to look out for your girl, but she’s a stubborn one. Oh, I forgot who I’m talking to – I'm getting old and I tend to forget things, but you both know her way better than I do. She helped a lot around here and I hope that I will see her smiling again soon.” She patted both of their hands. “I will let you alone now, I bet you have a lot to catch up on.” 

Before she walked through the door she turned towards you again. “See I told you these two would come back to you. Not even a war can break a love like that.” Then she walked down the stairs and you stood at the door with your mouth wide open. A love like that? 

“What’s with that expression?” Bucky asked and closed the door as you were still standing there. “Don’t tell me you only realized it now?” he laughed, but when you didn’t reply, he turned serious. 

“This isn’t a talk we should have in the hallway,” Steve’s voice came from the background. And so you found yourself again on your couch with the two of them. 

“This is a lot,” you finally said and closed your eyes for a second. “Where are you guys staying? They gave away your flat,” you patted Steve’s leg and stood up to disappear in your bedroom. Under your bed was a box that you took out. You tried to blew the dust of the cover but gave up soon. “I managed to sneak in and rescued a few things.” You placed the box on his lap and stared expectantly at him. Slowly he opened the lid. Inside were a few things: A small bottle with perfume, almost empty, but it still smelled like his mom, his mom's book with recipes, a sketchbook from him and a few pictures. 

“I had to take them out of their frames because it got so heavy and I didn’t have as much time as I wish I had. But I thought it was important to save these,” you apologized. Slowly, Steve put the box between him and Bucky on the couch.  He then got up, closed the gap between the two of you with one step, grabbed your shoulders and pressed his lips to yours. 

“Steve,” you heard a complaint, but you didn’t really care. “Come on, we talked about this.” 

Steve’s lips left yours and instead his forehead pressed against yours. “I love you,” he said without an ounce of a doubt. 

“Now you’re throwing the whole plan away,” you heard Bucky and this time you didn’t ignore him. 

“What plan?” you asked confused. 

Bucky came closer and put his hand on your back and his other on Steve’s. “Oh, we had a plan how to tell you that we’re in love with you. We actually wanted to go easy on you and not kiss you without a warning,” he was looking at Steve now, who didn’t look guilty at all. 

“You’ve already kissed her,” Steve retorted. 

“Punk, we were nine and it didn’t even count. We were just jealous that you had your first kiss already and we didn’t.” 

“And now you’re jealous, because I kissed her and you didn’t.” 

“Guys!” you interrupted them. Both of them looked sheepishly at you. “You love me?” 

“So much!” Bucky affirmed. “We just didn’t really realize what it was. We had time, so many long nights when we were away and we talked and asked ourselves why we were so blind. It has always been you and Stevie for me.” 

“I always thought you would end up with Bucky. I didn’t think you’d want me, but now that I am healthy…I hope…,” Steve added. 

“Steve Rogers, you stop there right now! You always had a chance, you donkey.” You could hear Bucky snicker. “In fact, I asked you to go on a date with me and you refused. Whatever this is,” you stepped away to point up and down his body, “doesn’t change who you are. I don’t care about your body, I care about the caring, stubborn human inside. You broke my heart when you left. Bucky had to go, but you had a chance to stay and you decided to leave me.” You stopped for a moment and looked at both of them. While you had stepped away from them, they had stayed close together with Bucky’s hand wrapped around the taller one’s back. “Did you... did you leave so you could look after Bucky? I can’t believe you’re doing it again! Every time you’re do something reckless, you give me a reason to not stay mad at you.” 

“He wouldn’t be Steve, if he didn’t,” Bucky confirmed. He came closer. “Can I kiss you too?” He asked and you nodded. How could you not? Bucky’s kiss was softer, more like he treasured the moment, while Steve’s felt like he would burst if he didn’t get the contact he wanted. “I love you too, so much,” Bucky mumbled against your lips, not ready to lose the contact yet. 

“And I love you,” you grabbed his face and stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. 

“So, about where we’ll stay… We would have crashed at my mom’s place, but it’s already late. So maybe we could stay here?” You hit his chest, as you knew that was his plan all along. 

“Hey careful,” he said and you stopped, afraid that you had hurt him. “There’s something important there.” He pulled out a photo. Bucky had told you that he had carried it everywhere and handed it to you. It was the photo you had taken on your last night together. While you smiled at the camera, Bucky looked at you full of love and Steve was looking at Bucky as if he had hung the moon. 

“Yeah sure, it might be a bit tight, but you can stay here,” you said, your gaze not leaving the picture and missing the relieved look the both of them shared. 

When Steve said your name, you finally looked up and saw the two of them holding each other while facing you. “We won’t leave you again, we promise,” he said and you placed the photo carefully on the table before joining them in their embrace. You could talk about everything else tomorrow, or the day after that, because now you were finally together again and you felt whole. 

I actually enjoyed writing this so much! If you made it this far and liked it - it would make my day to see a reblog or small comment! <3

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Social Media Blues

Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader

A/N: hello y’all this is like my first ever fic so pls do not judge me too harshly </3

Request: hi could you do bucky barnes x daughter!reader where he accidentally finds out that she is gay and maybe different pronouns? like he finds her social media and it kind of outs her i don’t know haha. maybe some angst but then fluff at the end?? ty and happy holidays!

Warnings; being outed & not being accepted, homophobia, but fluff at the end dw

Word Count; 2.1k

Coming out was never something you had an immense urge to do, you were content being closeted. Growing up as a lesbian in the 40s was rough, even decades later the fear and trauma you faced towered over you, eating you alive daily.

As you adjusted to the 21st century, you were set up with social media accounts. Most public, but you had private accounts for the closest of your circle. Which is where you met your girlfriend of eight months, nine next Tuesday, but who’s counting? You had finally gotten together after months of commenting jokingly flirtatious words on each other's Instagram posts. It wasn’t a surprise to your mutual friends when you got together, lightheartedly rolling their eyes as they commented various forms of “finally!” on your private relationship debut. But, it would be a surprise to everyone else in your life. Most importantly, your father Bucky Barnes, and your not-by-blood uncle, Steve Rogers. Thinking about it too much made your stomach like, clench up, and the feelings of spinning nausea wash over you.

It was now the middle of June. Wincing as you turned on the blinding light of your phone while laying in bed late into the night because let’s be real here, you had no clue what “dark mode” is. Opening your photo gallery, smiling as you swipe through the abundance of images taken of your girlfriend & you at yesterday’s sunset date. On a whim, you decide to change your profile picture to an almost, silhouette-esque photo of you & your girlfriend kissing. Noticing the new pronoun feature, you decide to add those as well. You could feel your heartbeat race as you hit the “done” button and excitedly spam your girlfriend with the news, falling asleep with a smile on your face minutes later.

3 am rolls around, your father & uncle heading up to the shared apartment floor after a grueling mission, snapping back into reality when the elevator dings. They go their separate ways with a small nod, and Bucky ever so softly opens your door to check in on you. The first night he got you back a couple of years ago, you could have sworn you heard the door open at least 30 times throughout the night. Seeing you safe & sleeping, he haphazardly unloads his baggage in his room and flops down on the couch. The soft buzz of the TV is the only sound to be heard that late, and he mindlessly flips through several different channels before sighing and giving up. He never used his phone much, as to him, there was no need besides the occasional text to you or Steve. Maybe even Sam, granted they weren’t in a petty fight. He taps on Instagram, furrowing his brows as he comes across an account in his recommended with a profile picture that looks strangely like you. His daughter. Kissing someone, another girl. A girl you had never brought around him, but with Bucky being Bucky, he knew who she was. His breath hitches as his eyes frantically scan the little information your account provides, nothin’ but a short bio, the profile picture, and what he learned to be pronouns. His face scrunches up in confusion as he realizes your pronouns aren’t well, typical.

He shuts his phone off and faces it flat down beside him on the couch. He runs his hands through his hair while trying to process all of this new information. How could his baby girl be a lesbian? I mean, he was the last guy to be homophobic, or anything of that sort, but being a man of the 40s he still had the occasional old thoughts. He had assumed you dead for decades before you were found, hoping you had married the guy of your dreams and had kids, maybe even grandkids. His teammates constantly teased him about how he was going to have to deal with boys takin’ ya out soon. This is not what he had hoped for, or thought, not at all.

He doesn’t sleep that night. Your alarm blares at 6 am, rolling over to slam it off. Begrudgingly, you make your way out of your room to the kitchen, finding Steve already eating breakfast at the bar. He looks up to give you a friendly smile before quickly getting back to his food. “Have you seen dad?” you question, as he was usually up way before 6. Swallowing quickly Steve answers “Uh. No, actually. We did get back, quite late though. Could still be sleepin’. Ya know how he is.” You really didn’t know what Steve meant, but you nod anyway and sit down as Steve is getting up. Checking the time, he gives you a quick side hug and heads to training after cleaning up.

Hearing the elevator close, Bucky makes his way out of his room, refusing to meet your concerned eyes for several minutes. “Hellloo? How was the mission?” you say for the second time. He looks up and mumbles a quick, incomprehensible response under his breath. Guess he wasn’t in a talking mood, you thought before rinsing your bowl under the sink. You could feel the thick tension in the room and you didn’t understand why. Deciding to get out of the tower for the day to escape it, you quietly turn to go towards your room. “Wait.”, the unmistakable voice of your father harshly states. “Sit down, please.” Nervously you slide a chair out across from him and sit waiting for whatever bomb he’s about to drop on you. Fumbling with his phone, he pulls up your not-so-secret profile and slides it over to you. “Can you..explain to me this?”

You gaze bewilderedly at the profile picture as if it was staring back just mocking you. Even though your eyes are clearly welling with thick tears, you try to play it cool, and frantically think of a B.S excuse along the lines of “Ohhhhh. That’s a like, really really old private account I made. Completely forgot about it. You know how like, the media and uh. Public get, just wanted a place I could not have to worry about all..that?” He looks up at you unimpressed. He’s old, not stupid.

“Are you..gay? What’s with the..kissing?” he manages to choke out in a repulsed tone. You stare down at the table, transfixed in studying the diverse patterns and grain in an attempt to focus on something, anything other than the fact that your life is crashing around you. You know there's no getting out of it, this wasn’t how you had planned this going at all. There was no plan in the first place. Tears are spilling down your face and yet, he’s still staring blankly at you. “I...I’m a lesbian. I’m sorry. I...I don’t know.” you mumble out in a haze, your head in your hands. Bucky pushes himself back, stumbling out of his chair to pace in endless circles around the kitchen. You watch him through your fingers as your heart sinks further and further down. Sobs wrack through your body as you desperately spew every built-up thought out “This..this is exactly why I didn’t tell you! I knew you would react like this. I knew it. I didn’t want to believe it, but you proved me right once again. Do you know how hard this has been for me..for years! Years, dad. I’m sorry. I tried so hard to “fix” myself so it wouldn’t come down to this, I never wanted you to find out.” He watched you quietly as you briskly walked away from the scene of the near murder, attempting to slow your exceedingly accelerated heartbeat.

The lighting dims and you have yourself still locked in your room, not being able to bare facing him again. It’s now 11 pm, laying half-asleep in your bed until you hear a faint knock at your door. “Just..go please.” The golden round doorknob jiggles and you groan in annoyance as it opens. “Don’t worry, it’s just me. Buck’s not around.” your favorite (and only) uncle softly says. You nod and feel the corner of your bed dip down as Steve sits down

“My opinion? I think he’s a total dick for all that. Don’t tell anyone I said that, but it’s true.” A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the curse word Steve just dropped. “I didn’t really plan what I was going to say, but I’m proud-a ya, kid. This...It doesn’t change my opinions towards you, not even in the slightest. I’m sorry for what he did, you don’t deserve this.” he rants. “Thank you, Steve. It’s nice to know that Captain America has my back.” you tease. “‘Course’. Would really love to meet this girl of yours sometime though. Swing her around whenever you two are comfortable.” he smiles and pats your knee as he gets up to leave. The heavy sound of your door shutting once more rings through your ears, and you close your eyes once more.

Of course, as you are peacefully lulling off to sleep yet another soft rapping of knuckles on the doorframe sets off a hoard of butterflies in your stomach. The door partially cracks open once more, followed by the soft voice of your father “Could we talk?”. A wave of dread rushes over you, unknown if this was the end. The end of movie nights, ordering in greasy take out, directly against the suggestions of Steve. The end of shushing eachothers boisterous laughter when trying to hide after pranks. The end of your relationship, the one you just got back into your grasps. After a bout of silence, he feels compelled to enter regardless. He’s prepared a speech, but his mind goes blank as he examines your visibly frightened body language. His heart pangs, knowing he’s the one who put you in this position, something he promised to never do.

“You..you know I’m not good at these things. That’s..that’s...not an excuse.” he says, breaking the tranquilent silence. Shifting uncomfortably in your bed, you prop yourself up to get a proper view of him. Getting down on his knees at the side of your bed, he continues “I love you. I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you. The way I reacted, it was shitty. Selfish. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for you…but all I could think about was myself. I know that’s not how I should have reacted at all, and I’m really sorry, doll. I was..scared? Worried?”

His own eyes now are filled with tears, as he lightly grips your bedsheets. “I know how..gay people were treated back then, even now.. and I didn’t want you to face that. I guess I thought that by trying to deny it, you would be safe. I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me, all I’ve ever wanted was your happiness.” Now sitting up, your face twists in deliberation, eyes flicking back and forth desperately scanning his face for any sign of dishonesty. You didn’t expect this, not in the slightest. Taking in his words, your mind is racing with every possible response, feeling overwhelmed. You gulp and nod, mumbling out a small “I- I understand. I mean..obviously I know how it was back then. It still affects me today. I know nowadays it’s a lot more accepted…but the guilt like, consumes me everyday. Especially with us being so much in the public eye, I didn’t well, want to embarrass anybody if it got out.”

“You could never embarrass me doll, especially with something like this. I mean, have you SEEN my reputation? Anyways, seriously, do you have a girl? Because really! Love to meet her sometime. What’s her name? How did you guys meet? She treat you right? You treat her right?” jokingly rapid firing questions at you as you giggle with each one. “Alright, I’ll let you get back to sleep. ‘Night.” he says softly, giving you a bear hug before exiting your room. For the first time in decades, you sleep like a feather, one of the biggest weights you were bearing finally hoisted off your shoulders.

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Enough For you

This is the first of what may be a 3-part fic so stay tuned. I had written this fic years ago and have continuously edited it since so I hope you guys enjoy. This fic is based of Olivia Rodrigo's Enough for you so it does get angsty.

Word count: 2k

Summary: How would you cope if the person you thought loved you, truly, wholeheartedly and unconditionally loved you, left you in the dust? Would you think you were enough?

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“Bucky, get up.” 

“No.”

“Buck come on.”

“Bucky is not here right now, leave a message.”

Sam scoffs, “One, you already answered, two, this isn’t a phone call, I’m right in front of you. Come on!” Sam grunts while tugging on Bucky’s comforter. 

“No, leave me alone.” Bucky whines as he tugs his comforter back up. 

“No, you need to go out, get some sun, shower, breathe fresh air.” 

“No.”

“Buck, I’m begging you to get your ass outta that bed, you don’t even have to clean the room today, just yourself, please. I know that ass stank, come on.” 

Bucky chuckles from under the covers but coughs in between to mask his laughter. 

“Wait, did you just laugh?”

“No, it was a cough.” Bucky exaggerated, clearing his throat.

“Yea okay tin man.”

“Fuck off.” Bucky states sternly, the laughter gone from his voice. 

“I’ll leave when you get up to shower, promise.”

“Fine!” Bucky yells, throwing off his thick comforter, the one she picked out for him that still smells faintly of her. Everything still smells like her, even his skin if inhales hard enough. 

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Bucky stomped off to the bathroom as a smile rose to Sam’s face. Sam just wanted the best for his friend, not that he’d say it aloud though. In the years that Sam had known Bucky, their friendship had grown from Bucky trying to kill Sam when they first met to Buck willingly, sometimes embarrassingly taking advice from Sam and vice versa. Although he hadn’t known him as long as Steve had, he knows the present-day version of Bucky enough to know he blamed himself for his failed relationship. He blamed himself for every inconvenience whether it had to do with him or not. He would shut himself off from anything and anyone, and spiral into a pit of self-loathing and self-deprecation. It sucked, and as much as he loved to annoy Bucky, he cared for him, they were partners in the field and in combat, they watched and always had each other’s backs and through the years they’ve worked together he grew to care for him like a brother. He’d also promised Steve he’d look after him, while he was on his vacation with Nat.

_

Sam slowly paced around the room as he waited for Bucky. He had lied, it’d take more than him showering for Same to leave him alone.

_

Bucky knows he stinks, he knows he hasn't gotten up from his bed in a week, he knows he hasn’t cleaned his room in about a month. He hadn’t been doing okay for a while now since she left him really. The first week he’d called her day after day only to realize he’d been blocked. By week two he realized she got a new number, he even tried to go to her apartment only to find out she’d already moved out. By the second month Bucky was a shell of who he used to be, he cried himself to sleep almost every night for the first time in almost 70 years. Not only had he lost her from his life, but it was also as if she never even existed. The only proof of their relationship being in the framed photos he’d now shoved into a closet and the occasional reminder from Steve or Sam.

He had no clue where she’d gone, if she’d want to be found although her words made it very clear not to try to go after her, that it wouldn’t have been worth it. But he loved her, and isn’t love worth fighting for? Bucky decided after going on month two that maybe it wasn't. Why should he even believe in love when the one person he was wholeheartedly and unconditionally in love with had left him. Bucky became nothing but a ghost story once again, wallowing in his home with his dark thoughts, his theories, and unanswered questions. As much as he tried to blame her, he always ended up blaming himself 10 times more, it had to have been him, it had to have been his fault.

The hot water did little to soothe Bucky’s aching heart as he stood with his back to the shower. He’s not sure how long he’s been in here, but he hopes Sam has left by now. He heard him moving around at first, but he’s tuned him out since then and doesn’t care to focus his hearing again. He figures he’s been in here long enough when he looks down at his pruned fingers so he begins to wash himself of his week-old grime, maybe he can wash his skin of her, of her taste, of her touch, of her scent. She's been gone 2 months yet she’s still suffocating his senses. 

After his shower Bucky flosses and then brushes his teeth 4 times. He looks at his unruly beard in the mirror, she always loved when he’d grow it out. He decides he should shave it; he’s gotten this far why not. 

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Fully clothed and now clean, Bucky exits his room to notice Sam still lingering. Before he can even question him, Sam is up,  

“Who are you and what have you done to Bucky?” Sam announces. 

“Shut up, I did what you asked and then some. You can leave now.”

“Oh really, what are your plans for today?” 

Bucky wipes the shock off his face quickly, he hadn’t really thought this far and he most likely was gonna bury himself back in his comforter once Sam left.

“Exactly, you’re dressed, shaved, and you smell okay now so let’s go.”

Bucky rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. 

“Go where?”

“You’ll see.” Sam said as he walked towards Bucky’s front door. 

“I’m not up for surprises right now, I’ve had enough to last a lifetime.” 

If that statement affected Sam, he doesn’t show it, he hands Bucky his leather jacket from the coat hanger and smiles. 

“Let’s go, Tin man.”

Buck grabs his jacket and reaches into the bowl by the door for his keys. He rolls his eyes as he passes Sam on his way out. Sam locks up and the two head downstairs. 

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An hour into the ride and the silence is slowly killing Sam. 

“So…”

 “No, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Fine, can I at least play music?” 

“Whatever.”

“Next up on 103.5 and highly requested off the new Olivia Rodrigo album, here is, Enough for you by Olivia Rodrigo.” The radio personnel announced.  

I wore make up when we dated 

‘cause I thought you’d like me more

If I look liked the other prom queens

I know that you loved before 

Tried so hard to be everything that you liked

Just for you to say you’re not the compliment type

Bucky looked at Sam with his arms crossed, “Do we really have to listen to this.” 

“Yes, actually since you don’t want to talk. Plus, I happen to like this Oliva girl’s music.” Sam lied as he turned the volume up, he’s never even heard this song. 

And I knew how you took your coffee

And your favorite songs by heart

I read all of your self help books so you’d think that I was smart

Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me

I knew from the start this is exactly how you’d leave

Bucky looked at Sam who happily nodded along to the song and rolled his eyes as he slouched down into his seat. 

You found someone more exciting

The next second, you were gone

And you left me there crying, wondering what I did wrong 

And you always say I’m never satisfied, but I don’t think that’s true

‘Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough for you 

Yeah, all I ever wanted was to be enough for you 

Bucky sits up straighter at the sound of this verse. 

And maybe I’m just not as interesting as the girls you had before 

But God, you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more 

I’d say you broke my heart, but you broke much more than that

Now I don’t want your sympathy, I just want myself back

Bucky’s eyes started to water as he heard these lyrics, something about them resonating too deeply. Sure, he was free after his deprogramming in Wakanda, and his court mandated therapy helped but when he met her he really started to put an effort toward becoming himself again, who he was in the 40’s, maybe even a better version. He did everything he could to be better for her, to really deserve her considering his past yet it wasn’t enough. 

Before you found someone more exciting

The next second you were gone

And you left me there crying, wondering what I did wrong 

And you always say I’m never satisfied, but I don’t think that’s true

‘Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough for you 

Bucky remained motionless as his thought spiraled and the tear fell smoothly from his eyes. Sam glanced at him, he looked stiffer than usual, almost robotic as Sam had joked one two many times before.

And don’t you think I loved too much to be used and discarded?

Don’t you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?

But don’t tell me you’re sorry, boy, feel sorry for yourself 

‘Cause someday I’ll be everything to somebody else 

Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe, his vision blurred by tears, he wasn’t even sure if Sam was in the car anymore. 

And they’ll think that I am so exciting 

And you’ll be the one whose crying

Yeah, you always say I’m never satisfied, but I don’t think that’s true 

You say I’m never satisfied, but that’s not me, it’s you

‘Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough

But I don’t think anything could ever be enough 

Sam glanced over at Bucky again only to notice he was shaking and his breaths were short, he was having a panic attack. He pulled into the nearest rest stop. 

For you

Enough for you

No, nothings enough for you

“Bucky, Bucky can you hear me.”

Bucky didn’t even notice the car had stopped, his tears blurred his vision, his chest rising and falling almost as rapidly as the thought swirling in his head. 

“It’s me Sam, we’re in my car at a rest stop. I need you to listen to the sound of my voice. Can you do that for me?”

He thinks he hears Sam next to him speaking but he’s not sure, everything sound like her, reminds him of her.

“James, I need you to listen to me okay.”

She was the only one who’d called him James whenever they were together and although he wishes it was her calling his name now, he knows it isn’t her, her voice wasn’t nearly as gruff and deep as Sam’s. Sam, wait that’s who he’s with now, in a car he thinks.

“Okay, James, take a deep breath for me, come on.”

Bucky took in a deep breath. 

“1, 2, 3, 4. Good, now exhale. 1, 2, 3, 4. Good, now can you try that again.”

Bucky inhaled again. 

1 2 3 4

Then he exhaled 

1 2 3 4

Sam noticed the more he focused on his breathing the more he relaxed, no longer holding a stiff robotic posture as tears welled in his eyes. 

They sat there for another 5 minutes as Bucky gathered himself. 

“I’m okay.” 

“Are you sure? We can stop at a motel for a bit if you want.”

“No.” Bucky's voice cracked. 

“It’s just-I just. I just don’t get it.”

“You mean, why she left.”

“It was because of me right, it had to be. No matter how many times I replay that night in my head I always end up here.”

“Buck, I hate to break it to you, but you need to snap out of it man. You can’t keep blaming yourself for this. She left you, and I know I don’t know the full story but that’s because every time any of us tries you hid again. But I need you to know it wasn’t you fault she left, no matter what she said to you, in the end it was her decision to leave and I’m sorry you got stuck with the consequences, but this wasn’t your fault.”

There’s a brief silence as Bucky takes in Sam’s words, he really should tell somebody.

“But it was- I, I’m the reason she broke up with me. She told me that night that everything had been a lie, she could never have loved someone like me and that I wasn’t- I could never be enough for her.”

Sam is shocked to say the least, he’d never thought that’s how they’d broken up to be honest and something about it left him unsettled. Although he’d only been in a few relationships he’d witness love before, his parents, his sister and her husband, Tony and Pepper, Clint and Laura, Steve and Nat and Bucky and- he didn’t get it. They were the epitome of love, he didn’t miss the way they looked at each other, the way they talked about each other. Sam felt for Bucky, she had left him in the complete darkness with his thoughts. She knew exactly what to say to leave him utterly and completely shattered and it worked. But that’s what Sam doesn’t understand, she would’ve explained why it had been a lie no? Why she felt the need to make it work for almost 2 years? Sam had just as much questions as Bucky did at this point.

“Bucky, I-“

“Look I appreciate what you’re trying to do but can we not talk about this anymore, can’t we just not talk about this right now.”

“Uh, yea sure. We should probably get back on the road anyways, we have a long drive.”

“Long drive? Sam where are we going?”

Sam pulled out of the rest stop, turning the music up a bit as he continued to drive.

“Sam, so help me-“

“Oh hush, we’re just making a quick stop in Louisiana, and we’ll be back in Brooklyn before you know it.” Sam brushed him off nonchalantly.

“LOUISIANA???!!! You kidnapped me to go to Louisiana.”

“Yes, and it's not kidnapping, you came willingly.”

“I don’t even have a bag or luggage-“

“I packed some of your clothes for you while you took an HOUR in the bathroom.”

“I can’t see Sarah and the kids like this-“

“You’ll be fine, they miss their robot uncle and it’s Sarah’s birthday this weekend.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.” Sam smiles. 

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AHHHHHH, she's finally here! Please let me know what you guys think, do we want part 2? Are we gonna meet our MC? Does Sam have a crush on Bucky? WHO KNOWS?????

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~Lokis baby~

Paring: Loki x Reader

Summary: Things don't always go as planned. 

Word count: 1.71k

Divider: @whimsicalrogers

A/N: I honestly have no clue where I was going with this tbh but enjoy.

Loki’s Baby Masterlist

Part 2 >>

You woke up to a nauseated feeling in your stomach. You immediately rushed to the bathroom still only half awake before you threw up in the toilet. You sat there for a little while just breathing and trying not to throw up again. The past couple of days you woke up with this feeling not thinking much of it, you thought you had a stomach bug, like you have gotten in the past. This feeling of nausea felt different from the others, you didn't worry  too much about it.

 You took a shower and got dressed into your training clothes and left your apartment to head to the avengers compound.

As you arrived you were  greeted  by Nat, Sam and  Steve who just got back from their morning run, you all said your hellos before you proceeded to the training room to train with Bucky.  

As you enter you see Bucky getting everything ready for your guys session. "Bucky!" you say with a little enthusiasm as you're still tired.  He turns around and a little smile lights up his face. 

He picks you up and twirls you around. " Doll! " he gently puts you down. He can see your face lightly shift  to an uncomfortable expression  as you put your hand over your stomach.

 " Are you okay?" his voice and eyes filled with concern.

 " yeah it's just I think I still have a stomach bug again " you give him a  reassuring smile. 

As your training went on to your surprise the nausea feeling went away. That was until you took a sip of water after your training and automatically feeling the need to throw up. 

" I'll be back" You place your hand on your stomach running out of the training room to the closest bathroom and  you bump into tony.

 "Sorry tony!" you finally make it into the bathroom. When the feeling went away you placed your back against the wall flushing the toilet just trying to breathe. This stomach bug wasn't like the other ones you had before you thought. You didn't know how long you were in there until  you heard knocking on the door.

" Y/n" you hear Nat's soft voice." Are you okay sweetie?"  

 You get up to wash your hands. "Yeah nat I'm fine, I'll be out in a second" you dry your hands and fix yourself a little bit before opening the door.  

You see Bucky sitting on the couch and nat sitting across from him. Bucky gets up immediately and walks over to you. " Are you okay? You were in there for like 5-10 minutes " Nat gets up as well. 

 " yeah I'm fine guys just that stomach bugs really kicking my ass"

" Language!" Steve said as he passed by the three of you. 

" Sorry Steve!" you all let out a little laugh.  

The three of you chat for a little before Tony asks you to fill out some mission reports. You took  longer to fill out the reports then it would normally take you so it took the rest of your day up and before you knew it it was time to leave. 

You get in your car just sitting there as you put your head into the center of the steering wheel, taking deep breaths to try to calm yourself to not throw up again. You signed deeply before driving home. You tried playing some music to clear your mind but nothing was working. On the way home you stopped by a pharmacy and thought you'd pick up some nausea medicine. As you browse around the store your eye catches the feminie products. 

You freeze as your mouth drops open when it hits you. you haven't gotten your period for this month.  

No, there's no way you thought to yourself. I can't be, is it possible? you thought to yourself again.  

Your thoughts were interrupted when a worker asked if you needed help finding anything. You politely declined her help. Your eyes flutter until the shelf before they land on the test. You take a deep breath before grabbing two pregnancy tests and heading to check out.

The drive back home felt longer than normal as your mind filled with thoughts of Loki. 

What started off as a one night stand that soon turned into a friends with benefits type of situation with the god. There was no denying that there was a strong connection between the two. Neither one of you wanted to face the truth of how both felt, plus you too hardly saw each other outside of your arrangement. Now with this possible pregnancy scare you can't help but wonder if you two could be more than friends. Would Loki even want to be more than friends? 

As you reach your apartment  you unlock your door and walk in you low and behold there sits loki on your sofa waiting for you. You freeze in your position dropping everything you had in your hands. 

To your surprise you were not expecting him to visit until next week for “ Dinner” as you called when really that was just a code for both of you to  blow off steam for each other. 

" Someones surprised" He walked over to embrace you. You let a sigh of relief out when you felt his touch. The feeling of his lips on yours sent shivers down your back. He started kissing down your neck and he knew that drove you crazy, you quickly Stopped him.  

" What's wrong?" He looked confused " nothing I-I just dropped my things''

"Here let me get it for you" he went to bend down.

 "No!" You panicked as you quickly bent down and grabbed the bag holding it tight. Your body tensed up as he moved closer to you. 

You couldn't help but look into his beautiful green eyes. You were distracted by his eyes you didn't notice that he took the bag out of your hand, he pulled one of the boxes out and his face went blank as he took a step back from you "Loki" you said nervously he looked up at you 

" what's the meaning of this" he holds up the box

"I- '' was all  you managed to get out before he spoke again. 

 "Do you mean to tell me you think you are pregnant?" His face filled with concern . Still frozen, you stand there nodding your head before he grabs your hand and takes you to the bathroom.

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