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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 5 years

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Non-Sequential [Ch. 7]

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him.

Word Count: 2,880

A/N: Inspired by the film The Time Traveler’s Wife. But not one of those fics that just literally rips off the whole movie and plugs in characters where they please.

Chapter 6

Steve was leaning against the doorway for one of the many labs in the compound. Y/N was sitting on a stool across from Nat. On the table between them were countless mock door knobs and locks. Nat was talking in an quiet and patient tone. And Steve could tell from Y/N’s expression alone that she was listening as intently as possible. “How long you think your boyfriend is gonna stare at us for?” Nat asked so seamlessly after her instructions that it Y/N had to process what she actually asked.

Y/N blinked and then looked to the door. Her face immediately broke into a loving smile when she spotted Steve. She jumped up from her seat and practically skipped to him, giving him a quick peck on the lips as her greeting.

“How’s my little criminal doing?” He joked.

“I already told you. I’m only using my skills for survival.”

He smirked at her. “That’s what you keep saying. But when Tony’s expensive wine starts to go missing from his wine cellar, I’m not protecting you.” She scoffed and giggled. “Yes, you will.”

And Steve knew she was right.

“I came down to see if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight,” he asked.

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please.”

“What do you want to get?”

Without missing a beat, she answered, “Can we get cheeseburgers?”

Steve couldn’t help but smile and nod. It didn’t take a lot to make her happy. She could’ve said she wanted to get gourmet grasshoppers or frog for dinner, and he would’ve said yes. By some miracle, Y/N had yet to fully comprehend how much she had Steve wrapped around her finger.

Y/N even had the cheek to jump a little in excitement. “Let me just go change really quick and I’ll meet you in the living room.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N. What do ya need to change for?”

But she ignored his question and kissed his cheek before hurrying off to his bedroom.

Nat slowly got up from her seat and had a teasing smirk on her lips.

“I’ve been meaning to thank you…for showing her all of this,” Steve gestured to the table of locks and doorknobs.

Nat had offered to teach Y/N how to pick locks.

When Y/N traveled, she unfortunately didn’t get to bring her clothes with her. Therefore, the first goal was always to find something to wear and also get out of the elements. Almost nobody would let a strange, naked woman into their house. And the ones that would, were after something that Steve couldn’t let himself ever consider.

So…Y/N had to break in to places quite often.

When Steve and Y/N had their first fight about trying to find a cure for Y/N’s time traveling, Steve realized what he should put his focus on instead was giving her the tools to survive and keep herself safe.

The next thing on his list was teaching her self-defense. He’d probably need Nat’s help on that again. He valued her perspective on teaching a woman how to fight men twice her size. Y/N wasn’t forced to learn like Steve and the rest of the Avengers.

“It was no problem,” Nat shrugged. Then she eyed him a moment. “I like her.”

Steve grinned and lowered his head sheepishly. “I like her too.”

But they both knew it was more like love for him.

“I’m happy for you, Steve.”

The playfulness had disappeared. Nat was being serious.

He sighed, “There’s a ‘but’ coming in somewhere, isn’t there?”

“You’re waiting for something,” she pointed out cooly.

Steve huffed. “Yeah, for the floor the drop. For her to disappear. For her to never come back because something happened to her.”

“Is that why you’re holding back?” Nat accused.

“I’m not holding back. I’m trying not to be…overbearing.”

“She doesn’t want distance, Steve. Don’t you think the two of you have had more than a lifetime of it?” Nat pat his shoulder then. “For once, can you just let yourself be happy? You deserve it, Steve. Really. And Y/N does too.”

Steve’s eyes softened.

But she had already started walking away.

“Hey, Nat?”

She turned.

“Thank you.”

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“Are you ever going to stop looking at me like that?” Y/N asked with a smirk before taking a sip of her beer.

“I just saw you inhale that double cheeseburger and a family-sized order of fries, like your life depended on it,” Steve laughed.

“Yeah. Well. I’m a lady.”

Steve chuckled.

“Have I ruined my allure now? Is this it for us?” Y/N asked melodramatically, mischief evident in her eyes.

“Oh, no. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Steve answered instantly and added a shake of his head. “If anything, you’re even more alluring now.”

Then he reached forward and used his thumb to rub away a small dot of mustard that had been left on the corner of her mouth.

Y/N blushed like it was the most intimate thing he’d ever done to her.

She hid the embarrassment by chugging her beer. Then she eyed Steve’s, which he had barely touched.

“Why do you order drinks when you can’t get drunk?”

Steve shrugged. “Guess I just do it to fit in…feel more normal.” Then he slid it toward her. “But that shouldn’t stop you from having fun.”

Y/N’s cellphone suddenly started ringing and all Y/N’s amusement was wiped away when she read the screen. She instantly silenced it and shoved it back in her purse.

Steve shifted in his chair and knew he had to tread carefully. “That your mom again?”

“Yep,” she replied, emphasizing the ‘p.’

“Maybe you should just answer it,” Steve suggested carefully.

Y/N ignored him and drank his beer.

“You still mad at her?” “Maybe,” she mumbled.

“You know, I wasn’t offended by what she said. If you’re mad at her for my sake, that’s not necessary.”

Y/N’s parents had made it very clear that they did not approve of her dating an Avenger. Her even being near them was off-putting for them. Her parents were convinced The Avengers were taking advantage of her powers and would probably convince her to join the initiative…and then eventually be killed protecting the world.

Steve wasn’t mad because he knew what they were really upset about: her safety.

And he could relate.

After a bit, Steve also found out that Y/N’s mom and dad blamed him for all the time travel events where Y/N got hurt or nearly killed.

Y/N tried to explain to them why her traveling was so attached to Steve’s lifeline. But they just didn’t seem to want to listen. Y/N grew more and more frustrated, until she just stopped answering their calls altogether.

The movies would probably romanticize dating a superhero. But in reality, having their daughter date Captain America was a parent’s worst nightmare.

What made it worse was Steve completely understanding that.

“I’ll torture them a little bit longer,” Y/N muttered.

“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” Steve tried to joke. “I don’t think I could handle a silent treatment from you.”

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They were driving back from dinner when Steve’s phone vibrated with a text message.

“That Sam?” Y/N asked carefully. Steve sighed and nodded.

“Another dead end?”

He nodded again.

Sam had been in and out of town, tracking down any lead he had on Bucky. It was strange to have Steve’s best friend of the present hunting down his best friend of the past. If Steve had his way, he’d be doing it himself. But he was handling Avengers business. Most importantly, he couldn’t spend any more time away from Y/N. He was already constantly going on missions. The idea to add even more to his plate, to be gone even longer, made him feel sick.

“You knew what would happen to him?” Steve asked her lightly.

“Yeah, I tried to stop it even.”

HIs brows raised and he turned to look at her. She’d never admitted to something like that before.

Y/N’s eyes watered. “I tried to warn you of the date. I tried to give you hints. One time I even tried to stop Bucky from going on that mission. But nothing I do changes the past. It’s like my attempts were already written in history. My time travel from the future was already embedded in the past.”

Steve reached over the console to grip her thigh. “Y/N, it means a lot to me that you even tried.”

She sighed shakily. “If I knew where he was now, I’d tell you. But I don’t.”

“Have you…Have you seen him in the future?”

Y/N shook her head, “At least…not yet.”

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Steve rarely slept through the night. He woke up constantly through the night. His anxiety was his worst enemy. It was hard for him to rest. He kept thinking about upcoming missions or how he could made fewer mistakes on the last one. Then he worried about Y/N. If she was sleeping in his bed, he would often wake up in a startle and check to make sure she was still sleeping beside him.

Tonight was another one of those nights.

Both he and Y/N were naked under his sheets and comforter from their activities earlier in the evening.

Y/N’s naked back had been pressed against his chest. In his sleep, he held her close.

So when he woke up, he wondered why he had a bad feeling.

He placed a kiss on her shoulder. And when he looked over at her face, she was peacefully sleeping.

But their little piece of nirvana was dismantled.

It started at her finger tips. Her skin, bones, and muscles were evaporating as if they were made out of clouds.

Steve gasped, realizing what was happening. He didn’t want to wake her, worried it would panic her. She traveled in her sleep before, she had once told him. This wasn’t new territory for her. But it still pained Steve to watch his lover disappear in his grasp, while he could do absolutely nothing to stop it.

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1944

By some miracle, Y/N didn’t end up alone in a freezing forest during a war. Instead, she was standing naked in the middle of a god damn camp of WWII soldiers.

Men gaped at her, wondering if they had completely gone insane from the war to see a beautiful and naked woman before them. Others seemed to register what they were seeing immediately and started whistling at her.

Y/N’s face had never felt hotter, even in the cold winter air. She tried to cover herself and knew that her cheeks had to be bright red.

Her heart rate started picking up as she began to panic. There was no escaping. Her eyes raced around the camp, hoping to find the blue eyes of Steve.

“What do we have here?” A brave – but sleazy – soldier said as he got up from his spot next to a fire. He made his way toward her.

Y/N started backing up.

She jumped when she felt a heavy weight on her shoulders and a firm grip.

“Back up, private,” a deep voice growled in warning.

But it wasn’t Steve’s voice.

Y/N turned around, wide eyed, to find Bucky Barnes.

He had thrown his military overcoat around her shoulders. The heavy and thick wool shielded her naked skin and instantly warmed her.

“What? You’re not sharin’ Sergeant Barnes?” The private had the guts to challenge.

Bucky put himself between Y/N and the man, which stopped her from being able to see the deathly glare Bucky was giving.

“Wanna try that again…private?” Bucky emphasized the man’s lower rank with a hiss.

The private blinked and seemed to finally snap out of his daze; a daze that could only happen when a man hasn’t seen a woman in too many months.

Bucky then turned his attention to all the curious gazes that watched him or gawked at Y/N. “She’s a woman from the village that got attacked the other night. Anyone even thinks about laying a hand on her, you’re answering to me and the Howlies. Got it?”

There were a lot of nods and some ‘yes, sergeant’s from the group.

Bucky turned, and as soon as his gaze met hers, his tough and authoritative demeanor vanished. He looked at her with sympathy and kindness.

“Come on, doll. You’re gonna freeze to death if we don’t get you inside,” he told her as he ushered her away.

Y/N didn’t even know it was possible for Bucky to sound so quiet and gentle.

He glared at any soldier that stared at Y/N in a way he didn’t like. Meanwhile, Y/N shivered as she followed Bucky through the camp.

Finally they reached a tent that clearly belonged to the sergeant.

“Th-Thank you…for what you did back there.” Y/N managed to say through her shivering.

Bucky winced at her obvious freezing and knelt down, rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm her up quicker.

“W-Where’s Steve?” She asked.

Then Bucky couldn’t seem to look her in the eye.

Y/N put it together real quick. Her head lowered and she smiled wistfully. “He’s with Peggy.” It wasn’t a question. She already knew.

“They’re in a meeting,” Bucky tried to sound as casual as possible.

She ignored him and pulled the coat tighter around herself.

“Here,” Bucky hurriedly grabbed the blanket from his cot and threw it over her shoulders.

“Really weren’t kidding about the whole time-traveling thing, huh?” He said with his infamous Bucky Barnes side smirk.

Y/N eyed him. “Clearly not.”

Bucky’s face went a little serious. “Steve told me how it works – that you can’t control it.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“But now it makes sense,” his eyes were filled with mischief. “What makes sense?”

“Why Steve never made you his girl.” Y/N couldn’t help but glare at him slightly. “Steve’s with Peggy.”

“That mean you don’t got a fella in whatever time period you’re from?” Bucky teased with the raise of a brow.

“Why? You interested?”

That seemed to take him aback.

“After all,” Y/N continued, “You did just see me completely naked.”

Bucky blushed. “That’s not – I wasn’t-”

“What?” Y/N cut off his stuttering. “Girl’s never outwitted you in flirtation, Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky finally broke the spell with a loud chuckle and a shake of his head. Then he noticed that Y/N was still shaking.

“Let me go see if I can find you some soup or hot coffee,” he thought aloud as he tried to think about where he could find such things when their rations were so low.

“You don’t have to do that,” Y/N tried to argue.

“You kidding me? Steve would have my ass if I let anything happen to you.” He opened the flap of his tent. “Don’t go wandering around. Just because they’re soldiers, doesn’t mean they’re all good men.”

After what felt like forever Bucky found some soup.

But as he was walking back to his tent, he found Steve walking toward him alongside Agent Carter.

“Where the hell have you been?” Bucky accused, a little too aggressive for his usual self.

Steve looked taken aback. “I told you earlier, Buck. I had a meeting with Agent Carter and Stark.”

“Well, someone wants to talk to you.” But Bucky tried to communicate more through just his eyes. “Someone who was early…very early.”

“You usually speak in riddles, Sergeant Barnes, or are you just being unusually strange today?” Agent Carter mocked.

But Steve’s eyes widened slightly when he realized what Bucky was trying to tell him.

“Excuse us, Agent Carter,” then Steve rushed away and dragged his best fired with him, without any further explanation to Peggy.

“How long has she been here?” Steve whispered in a hiss.

“About an hour or so,” Bucky answered. “She just appeared in front of the entire infantry. I had to practically drag her out of there, as if she were a piece of meat being dangled in front of a pack of wolves.”

Then he saw panic flash across Steve’s face.

“Relax, punk. She’s safe and sound in my tent.”

Steve blinked. “What part of that sentence is supposed to comfort me?”

Bucky punched his shoulder. He started to argue with Steve about the jab.

But when they entered his tent, Steve slapped his chest to quiet him.

Bucky looked over at his cot to find Y/N fast asleep. Then he looked back at Steve, who hadn’t moved his gaze away from her.

“She gets tired after she travels. It takes a lot out of her,” Steve whispered.

He moved to sit on the edge of the cot. Careful not to wake her. He brushed some hair away from her face. Y/N seemed to sigh with content at the touch.

Bucky watched the way Steve looked at Y/N.

The two of them were not romantically involved; they might be separated by time. But in that moment, Bucky realized that Y/N was still Steve’s girl.

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Chapter 8

Thank you to everyone who sent me asks on suggestions or what they wanted to see in this series. It was super, super helpful. But I’m also shocked at how many of you did it. You guys are the real MVPs.

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bludstains-blog1 · 5 years

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❝ you punched me in the face , you made me walk through 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 water , brought me to a FUCKING CRACKHOUSE ( ! ) . . . and now , i’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown . ❞

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 . dossier .

full name: richard james tozier.

nicknames:

primarily known as richie.

rich.

trashmouth.

bowers’ gang’s slew of derogatory nicknames.

‘chee.

age: twenty - one.

date of birth: march seventh.

place of birth: derry, maine.

nationality: american.

occupation:

college student.

bartender.

regular on the local college’s radio station.

sexual & romantic orientation: he’s gay, totally gay !

gender identity: cisgender male, using he/him pronouns.

hogwarts house: ravenclaw.

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 . biographical .

richard james tozier, known affectionaly as richie or trashmouth, is the only son of wentworth and maggie tozier, and for the most part they’re a relatively unassuming family. wentworth is a dentist whose attitude towards his own son’s dental care is simultaneously strict and lax, and maggie makes a life out of spoiling the fuckshit out of her boys but she loves it. there’s nothing out of the ordinary about the little family they’ve built ; established in their routines, in their practices, the toziers are nothing to write home about.

richie’s a handful, admittedly. diagnosed with adhd when he turns four, he’s hyperactive, loud, histrionic, a sarcastic little smartass before he knows what any of those things are. he keeps himself entertained with comic books, drinking in their bright colours and their intricate storylines and develops an infinite love for their careworn pages and their impossible tales. they keep him grounded, strange as it is — - when all goes to shit, as it inevitably will, he’ll thumb through an old copy of uncanny x-men and the world doesn’t seem so heavy anymore. when he gets his first pair of glasses, thick - rimmed plastic frames and lenses more like coke bottles than actual lenses, he spends two hours spiraling deep into the familiar world of his comics. when he gets tripped up the first time, when he gets called fuckface or four - eyes or worse, he swallows back the lump in his throat and legs it home for his comics. when he’s reading, he’s not so hyperactive — - he still frantically jiggles one leg, but he’s quiet, introspective — - the silence is rare but comforting.

his sense of humour is sharp as anything, practised daily on his poor mother and father. he’s developed a slew of Voices, little impressions that differ only in tone and intention, but wentworth and maggie encourage him to keep working, keep building on them. his wit gets him into trouble at school, and numerous teachers have written in reports that richie’s got a bit of a reputation for being a class clown. ( humour is a desperate attempt to grab out, to latch onto a friend because really, he’s so fucking lonely it hurts and he just wants someone to laugh at him and entertain his endless bullshit and be there. )

shouldn’t have wished so hard for friends, because they come along in the form of the losers’ club. richie moreso stumbles across them than anything — - knew bill denbrough because they lived on the same block, found him fuckin’ round in the barrens with some other kids and hey, it’s like they’d been best friends forever. there’s bill, big bill, stuttering bill, de facto leader and richie’s unspoken idol. there’s stan, preternaturally neat and it’s like he came out of the womb like that, already a coherent amalgamation of smiles in his voice and rolled eyes. there’s mike, with his killawatt smile and good intentions and comforting voice that sets ease into richie’s perpetually rattled bones. ben, whose creativity and quiet reassurance is something richie pines after desperately. beverly, the only girl, cigarette-scented voice of rhyme and reason and rationality. then there’s eddie, and richie swallows up anything he can say about eddie before the words come out.

it’s painful, realising you’re in love with your best friend. it starts early, a quick glance here and there that lingers, a breath that catches in your throat when you see him smile. you try and push the feelings down, swallow them whole before they can infect every part of you but darling, it’s never that easy. by the time summer arrives, you are in far too deep. you never really recover from your pre - adolescent tango with love, and it develops into an adolescent waltz with it, and — - you get the picture.

what’s worse is knowing that you’re not the same as the others. you don’t look at beverly like bill and ben do, and you hate yourself for it. you wish you could find joy in the sweet smile of the girl that sits in front of you in english, but you find yourself drawn to the boy who snorts behind his hand at your mistimed joke. you hate the way it makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. you hate yourself, but you won’t speak that into existence / choke on the jokes that burn like acid, swallow down the insults you hurl at yourself when you think no one is watching. trash the trashmouth --- - first one to hit the trashmouth where it hurts is the trashmouth himself.

summer brings — - well, it’s been years now and richie’s still lost for words that fit what that summer really was. it starts with a few kids going missing, ending up dead and then it’s george denbrough, little georgie, one arm chewed off and yellow slicker tainted sticky red and then the whole world seems to fall apart. bill’s a madman on a mission, and richie follows — - follows when it means getting taunted by a demon clown alien thing, when it means fucking fighting said demon alien clown thing, snapping eddie’s broken arm back into some kind of place whilst bated breaths are held back in case it hears. they beat it, and richie’s still not sure how but he knows that for six months after, he can’t look at a clown without digging bitten fingernails into calloused flesh of a palm. a year later, he still jumps at too - loud noises. two years later, he starts seeing a therapist because his parents have noticed he can’t sleep in the dark anymore.

he remembers the entirety of that summer in vivid clarity. he wishes he could forget.

high school, college applications, they all become a blur. the losers spend most nights together, endless double features, piling into cars, growing up and together and apart until the first one of them leaves, and it feels like taking a fucking bullet. slowly, they all scatter to the wind, memories firm but never forgotten and richie’s planning california, hot summers and comedy shows but he ends up in castle rock, only a stone’s throw away from derry.

he studies political science, because he’s got a weird aptitude for it. he finds comfort in arguing about trotskyism and writing essays about the fall of the third reich at 4 am in the morning, buzzing on caffeine and glued to the crackle of the tiny little television he bought with the majority of the money he saved for textbooks. he barely attends lectures, and manages to ace his classes because despite everything, he’s brilliant ( and no i won’t let this point go ). despite a well - earned reputation for clownery, he’s always been a brilliant kid and he never chose to go to school, so he never bothered applying himself. he chooses college, therefore he works and it shows.

the nightmares persist well after he thinks he’s over the events of that summer. he wakes up in a cold sweat, throat sore from screaming and clutching ripped sheets, and he can’t chase the nightmares away because they’re too real, they’re out there and he can’t stand that knowledge. he can’t deal with it, so he drinks instead. there’s a few jack daniels bottles stashed under his bed, and he won’t let anyone know about those or how painfully dependent he gets on the hot burn of whiskey down the back of his throat when the nightmares are bad and he’s sticking to threadbare sheets.

and yet, despite everything, he does his best not to change --- same sense of humour, all bark and no bite, tinged with a wide grin and sleep - tousled bedhead. despite everything, he’s still the same old richie, still loudmouthed and too quick for his own good and too much fun to be around.

anyways i love richie tozier a lot thank you for coming to my ted talk

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 . fun facts .

he currently has a radio show on the college radio station, played in the early hours of the morning. it keeps him up and keeps his nightmares away, for the most part. his Voices have been getting gradually better, and he’s been considering doing a segment on his radio show using them.

his entire room that he rents in a sharehouse is covered in film and music posters, not in frames yet bc he’s not that kind of adult yet. he fucking loves star wars, and he thinks empire strikes back is the coolest fucking thing he’s ever seen. he’s an avid pop culture junkie, swallows it all up and ingests it until he’s glowing with it all.

he works as a bartender to make ends meet, amongst other things. he hasn’t been fired for drinking bourbon from the bottle yet, so that’s good for him.

he bought his first car when he was about seventeen, and he loves the damn thing even though it’s pretty much worthy of nothing but the local trash heap.

dresses like a fucking idiot but has that ever changed

slowly he’s thinking about veering out into comedy n i support it for him. ur not jerry seinfeld but try ur best sweetie

a girl blew him a kiss in high school and he pretended like he got shot and ‘ died ’ in mike’s arms. end scene

#（ 🍒 ） : 𝔦. ╱ you filthy fucking goblin woman!

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borkingbarnes · 6 years

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Love at First Sight

Summary: In which Bucky recalls the first time he saw the love of his life. Flashback is set during the war (pre-Winter Soldier Hydra).

Reader is Asgardian (mostly because I needed her to not age lol), but has spent almost all her life on earth. That fact is not something really relevant to the story, but that’s just the explanation as to why it’s included.

Word count: 2.7k

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Platonic!Steve x Reader

“You know, I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you” Bucky murmured, stroking your hair as you rolled your eyes at him, though a smile made its way onto your face.

“Yeah right, Barnes. You got drunk as a skunk the first time we met” you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

He smiles at you, eyes soft and full of adoration and love as he moves his hands to rest on your thighs which are straddling his own, the two of you sitting in bed on a lazy morning. It still filled him with wonder how you were such a formidable force to be reckoned with in the field, yet could be so soft and gentle with the people you loved. He wondered more how he was allowed to be on the receiving end of that soft and gentleness after all the pain and suffering he’d caused as the Winter Soldier. Maybe you had been sent down as his own special angel.

“No baby, I remember it like it was yesterday” he says, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers, momentarily caught up in the way you smiled down so fondly at him. “Could never forget seeing the most beautiful woman in the world for the first time.”

And it was true. He could remember the first moment he saw you, clear as day. It was one of his most vivid memories.

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“Y’know, I’m really beginnin’ to think you’re over-exaggerating her. I mean c’mon no person can take down an entire base by themselves. Not even you, Cap” Dum Dum retorts, finishing the beer in his hand.

“Oh but she did”, Steve replies, smirking down at his drink, recalling the memory fondly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it”, the man says with a wave of his hand, walking off with Gabe and Dino to get the bartender’s attention, leaving Steve and Bucky to stand by themselves.

Celebrating a crucial territory capture was great, but celebrating by giving most of the soldiers a night off and renting out an entire bar was even better, and who would they be if the men didn’t take advantage of some free alcohol?

“Did she really really do it by herself? You ain’t joking with us?” Bucky asks, looking the captain right into the eyes, searching for any indication that he may be lying.

“I ain’t joking with ya, punk. Shoulda seen her, Buck, by the time my plane arrived she was walkin’ outta there, files in one hand, gun in the other, asking me “what took you so long?” Gotta have ya meet her tonight, she told me she’s comin’ by” came the blond’s reply, smiling at that fact.

Steve had met Y/N through Peggy, the two having been close friends a significant portion of their lives, much like Steve and Bucky. She was a highly ranked Lieutenant, known for her various skills and training. Some rumours even went as far as to say she was not human, having seemingly not aged in appearance one bit. Peggy had mentioned to him once that she was born in a place called Asgard, and that people there just age really well. Her and Steve had grown close overtime, as people tend to do after spending many gruelling hours in trenches together. He respected her immensely, as most people of her rank didn’t put themselves out in the field as she did.

“With the way you tell it, are you sure she doesn’t have the serum too?” Bucky asks, turning to Steve, making him smile as he shakes his head.

“Don’t know why they gave the serum to me instead of her. War would be over a hell of a lot quicker if she had it.” Steve chuckles, earning a hearty laugh from his longtime friend as well.

Bucky briefly ponders this information, wondering how the seemingly sweet, and lovable woman that Steve spoke so fondly of could also be so deadly in action. However, he doesn’t have long to think before the door of the bar swings open and time seems to freeze as a woman steps in. She walks with deliberate steps, stride commanding respect as heads turn. A soft, playful smirk graces her lips but the way she moves almost seems to give away to a silent lethality about her.

A smile tugs on Steve’s lips as he sees her, and he turns to point her out to Bucky beside him, but presses his lips together instead, suppressing his laughter as he takes in his best friend’s expression.

Bucky stands there, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, and Steve swears his friend would’ve dropped the glass in his hand had it not been resting against the counter of the bar. Never in all their years of friendship had Steve seen his friend so smitten by a woman, and made a mental note to never let this one go.

Bucky on the other hand did not have a single thought on his mind, other than the woman walking in through the door. She was gorgeous, no stunning. A goddess. God, he couldn’t even think of a word to describe her beauty.

“Someone’s gonna slip on your puddle of drool if you keep starin’ at her like that, Buck”, Steve says beside him, breaking Bucky out of his daze before he swiftly snaps his jaw up, but he continues to watch her as a couple warrant officers wave her over.

“That’s her” the captain says, which earns him an unintelligible “huh?”, from Bucky, who’s still unable to pry his eyes from her.

“That’s Y/N. You know, the one I was telling you about”, Steve chuckles and Bucky finally turns to look at his friend, brows furrowing.

“THAT’S her?! Fuck’s sake Stevie, it never crossed your mind to share the fact that she’s a dime and a half?! You’ve been holding out on me!”, Bucky almost yells, shooting Steve an accusing glare, which just earns a barking laugh from his friend.

“Shit”, he mutters as the woman’s gaze finally focuses on the pair, and she excuses herself from the officers who had gathered around her.

“‘s just Y/N, Buck. Just be yourself, you’ve always been good with the dames”, Steve winks, clapping a hand on Bucky’s shoulder before walking in her direction.

Bucky doesn’t have time to grumble out a protest before Y/N has made her way over to them, grinning widely as Steve engulfs her in a hug. And fuck, that smile of hers almost made Bucky dizzy. But if he thought that was bad, he was certainly not prepared when that smile found its way directed straight at him.

“Buck, this is Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Sergeant James Barnes”, Steve introduces.

“Bucky.” He finds himself saying, and Bucky doesn’t know how he’s doing it, but he’s taken her outstretched hand in his, pressing his lips against her delicate skin briefly, and she giggles. FUCKING GIGGLES. And he swears he’s never heard a sweeter sound in his life.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Bucky” he hears her saying, “but do you mind if I get my hand back from you there, Sergeant?” A smirk graces her lips and she glances to Steve with a raised eyebrow.

Bucky’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s still holding onto her hand and he abruptly let’s it go, which earns him a laugh from those pretty lips of hers.

Dammit, Barnes. Get it together!

“Gonna go get a drink, you boys want anything?” She asks, to which both men shake their heads. With a nod of her head and a pat to Steve’s chest, she walks away from them and further down the bar to get the bartender’s attention.

Both men watch as a mere smile from her has the bartender scurrying over to serve her.

“Wouldn’t doubt it if she just walked into that base you were talking about and just batted her eyes and told them to drop dead in that sweet little voice of hers” Bucky grumbles, shooting daggers as the men around her inch closer to to be near her. Steve chuckles and is about to reply, but his eyes harden, jaw setting in place as a man stumbles to stand beside her.

Bucky recognizes the man, Mike something or the other. An officer from another battalion, and he’s drunk as a sailor, hand going along her waist, spewing a slurred “hey, pretty thang” her way.

Bucky can feel a rage boil in him. He’s about to go over there and knock the daylights out of this filthy man that had the audacity to lay a hand on the prettiest dame he had ever seen. However, he doesn’t get the chance to. His anger soon turns into surprise mid-step as a loud thud rings out, the counter shaking at the force, as the side of Mike’s head meets the wooden surface. Y/N stands slightly behind him now, one hand pressed against the other side of his head as her other hand holds his right arm, wrenching it up and behind his back painfully.

“Next time you decide to touch a woman without her consent, I’ll snap this arm clean off” Bucky hears Y/N growl into Mike’s ear and Mike whimpers as she wrenches his arm up further for emphasis.

Then, almost as abruptly as she had flipped him down, she let’s go of him, sending a quick nod to the bartender before grabbing the drink waiting for her from the bar and sauntering back over to where Bucky and Steve stood as if nothing had happened.

“That’s my girl” Steve says, smirking at her, as she shoots him a smug grin, sipping on her drink as she comes to stand beside them.

“Somebody’s gotta stir up a little fun around here. This place is boring. Haven’t even gotten asked for a dance yet” she says with a slight pout.

“Buck here is great at dancing!” Steve interjects, catching Bucky off guard, eyes widening as he debates on whether he should thank Steve later or punch him for putting him on the spot. And the look she gives him, eyes twinkling and a slight curve to her lips has Bucky wondering if any man has ever said no to her. How any man COULD say no to her.

“I’d uh, I’d love to ask ya to dance if you’d let me”, Bucky says, setting his drink down on the bar, mentally slapping himself for sounding so less than smooth. Where had his charm suddenly gone?

“Well what are you waiting for then, Sergeant? A girl doesn’t have all day y’know?” She says, and there’s that smile again. The one that has Bucky’s heart skipping a beat.

“Well then, may I have this dance?” Bucky asks, extending his hand to her with a slight bow of his head, because despite the fact that he was flustered as hell, mama raised a gentleman.

Her giggle snaps his gaze back up to her and she’s got a million-dollar smile on her face. One that Bucky wouldn’t mind looking at for a thousand years.

“You may” she replies, putting her smaller hand in his, and Bucky. Man, Bucky is so far gone for this girl already. He doesn’t know how he was so damn smitten with a woman he had just met, but everything about her drew him in. It wasn’t just her looks. It was the way her eyes shone, and the way her mouth moved when she spoke, and the aura of mystery mixed with a hint of a silent danger and sharpness that surrounded her and just about everything in between.

Leading her to the dance floor, Bucky found his sense of rhythm in the music playing rather quickly, dancing coming naturally to him as he maneuvers her around the makeshift dance floor in the center of the bar.

She’s got a look in her eyes that tells Bucky she’s loving this just as much as he is as they dance. He twirls her, and the laugh that comes from her pretty mouth has him wanting more of it, so he twirls her again, her hand coming to rest against his chest afterwards as her laughter fills his ears and lord he couldn’t suppress the grin he has on his face even if he tried.

One dance turns to two, then two to three, and as the fourth one nears to an end he dips her, eliciting a slight squeal from her lips and he can’t help but smile down at her, her own face matching his as he looks into her bright eyes. He also can’t help but notice how close their faces are in this position. How if he leaned down just an inch or two closer, he could taste her soft lips on his, and god wouldn’t that be heavenly?

Loud whistles and hoots erupt to his left and Bucky nearly groans out loud as he looks up to see the rest of the Howling Commandos cheering at him from beside the bar, effectively ruining their moment as he brings her back upright.

“Thank you for the dances, Sergeant”, she says sweetly, his attention returning back to her. She leans towards him as his heart lurches in anticipation. Pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek, she can’t help but laugh lightly at the goofy expression the soldier before her wears. And little does she know that the simple gesture has the poor man’s heart beating erratically as a warm blush begins to spread across his face.

“C’mon, soldier, I’m parched” she says, grabbing his hand, walking him over to the bar as he trails behind her like a lovesick puppy.

“Put on quite a show there”, Steve greets them, smirking, as they walk over and introduces the girl to the rest of the Commandos. She gives them a each a slight nod before hailing the bartender over and ordering everyone three rounds of shots.

Before he knows it, Bucky along with the rest of the Commandos, excluding Steve, are stinkin’ drunk, chortling and hooting amongst themselves.

“How’re you not even slightly drunk, doll? Ya drank just as much as us!” Bucky slurs, his Brooklyn accent becoming even more prominent. He looks with slightly spinning vision as the girl before him stands, looking poised as ever.

“High tolerance I guess. Gotta hold your own where I’m from”, she replies, biting her lip to suppress a laugh as the soldier sways slightly.

Her lips tug down into a frown as an officer comes over to murmur something in her ear. And even in his drunken haze, Bucky wants to erase that frown off her face. Banish it, and never let her go a moment of feeling anything but happy for the rest of her life.

“Sorry, fellas, I’ve got some things to take care of”, Y/N says, pushing off the bar, and this time it was Bucky’s turn to frown.

“It was good meeting you guys”, she says and Steve pulls her into a hug.

“Y’know what, I think we should go too, Buck. It’s late”, Steve says, patting his friend’s shoulder, slightly knocking Bucky off balance so that he teetered. “We’ll walk you out, Y/N.”

They say their goodbyes to the rest of the Commandos as the trio walk out, Steve holding Bucky’s shoulder with one arm to prevent him from stumbling.

A car was waiting for Y/N outside of the bar as they stepped out.

“Bye, Cap, I’ll stop by to see you if you guys aren’t gone on assignment by the time I get back” she says, pressing a kiss to the blond’s cheek, and he nods, returning one to her on the top of her head.

“Byeee Y/N. Don’t forget to come see me too, doll” Bucky slurs, from beside Steve and smiles goofily as Y/N laughs and presses a kiss to his cheek as well.

“Of course, Buck”, she says with a laugh, waving slightly as she steps into the car and closes the door.

Steve and Bucky watch as the car drives off. “Alright. Let’s get you to bed Buck. You’ve had way too many drinks tonight” Steve says, steering his drunken pal toward the direction of the barracks.

They walk in silence, Bucky occasionally stumbling and cursing every time he trips over a rock or his own feet.

They’re about half way there before the brunet stops in his tracks and turns to look at Steve.

“M’gonna make her my girl someday, Stevie. Think I love ‘er” he slurs, and Steve laughs, tightening his grip so his friend doesn’t fall over.

“Buck, you’re drunk” he laughs as Bucky abruptly plops himself down on the ground, pulling the larger man down to sit as well and Steve briefly considers just carrying him back to their barrack to save some time and hassle.

“No. M’serious, Steve. She’s the girl I wanna be with. She’s my woman, I know it. I’ll betcha ONE WHOLE HUNDRED dollars that I ain’t gonna end up with anyone unless it’s her. Don’t want anyone else but her.” Bucky says, looking Steve dead in the eyes, suddenly looking sober before he hiccupped loudly.

“Alright pal, I’ll take ya up on that bet. But only if ya get up and get to bed right now”, Steve chuckles, helping Bucky back onto his feet.

“Deal, Rogers. Ya better have my money ready”

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“So I’m just a bet then?” You tease Bucky lightly, feigning hurt as you press a hand to your chest.

“Is that really all you got from that, baby? C’mon did you miss the part where I couldn’t even think straight around you? Or when I literally fell for you at first sight?” He whines, nuzzling his face into your neck and you can’t help but throw your head back and let out a laugh.

He watches your face as you do so, goofy smile edging along the corners of his lips. He had fallen for the softest, prettiest, yet most bad ass woman he’d ever known so damn hard the moment he saw you.

“But speaking of which, punk owes me over eight hundred dollars”, Bucky says, pulling back with a slight smirk as you cork him an eyebrow.

“Thought you guys bet one hundred?” You ask, amusedly to which he smiles.

“Yeah, but inflation darlin’, just like my love for you. It grows in value over the decades” he says smoothly as you groan, a huge smile on your face nonetheless, and he knows he’t got you, hook, line and sinker.

“God, you’re the biggest sap ever, Barnes, ya know that?” you giggle as he begins pressing kisses on your face.

“Mm only for you babydoll”, he hums pulling you down so he can put his face into the crook of your neck again, and boy are you glad Steve had talked you into going to that bar that night. Because maybe, just maybe you had felt a little something for this teddy bear of a man on that first night you saw him as well.

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