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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

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“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

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writingthingsisdifficult · 3 years

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Good intentions

Bucky Barnes x reader

Had to divide the story into four parts, and I’m working as fast as I can to finish the rest.

Please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think :) Especially if you like it.

Everybody's alive.

When Natasha catches your reaction to seeing a soaking wet Bucky coming in from the rain, your life becomes unbearable. Nat considers herself a decent matchmaker, but what happens when both her subjects are resisting her attempts?

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Part 1: Matchmaker

Word count: 4412

It had been raining for weeks. Racing streaks down the glass. Soft drumming against the umbrella. Big, fat drops of water splashing against the pavement, sending shivers through my body whenever they hit my skin. Two in rapid succession on my neck – don't know how, though, my coat collar was pulled up as high as it could go, and my umbrella was larger than average. Then one straight into my ear, which made me squeak in disgust. This had to be an omen.

I shook my umbrella before stepping through the door. No need to be a savage, though from the look of it, I was the only one who cared. A quick nod good morning to Nesta in the reception while making a mental note to call down the cleaning crew. The state of the floor was appalling. Mud and dirt and water – apparently not everyone remembered to wipe their feet before entering the building. And umbrellas all along the wall, dripping on the tiles, creating puddles so large a toddler would happily jump in them.

A long sigh escaped. Time for a stern talk with Nesta again. This was supposed to be a good first impression, not an impression of someone's mudroom. My stomach twisted, this was just the latest in a long string of minor complaints. If she didn't improve soon, I would have to make a note in her file and I hated being strict. Still, it was a part of my job, just like running errands before eight in the morning and longing for the coffee I left in my office. I didn't have to like it.

The elevator pinged. “Hey, Y/N.” Natasha walked out with a smile on her face. Her hair was red again, like flames cascading over her shoulders. Damn, that woman really could carry any hair colour. I nodded and smiled back. “Good morning, Agent Romanov. You're in early. What can I do for you? Love your hair, by the way."

"Thanks. I was wondering if you could help me with something."

I shook off my coat and adjusted the bag on my shoulder. "Of course. What do you need? Let me just –""

The door blew open, banging into the doorstopper before closing behind a sopping wet figure and an umbrella that definitely had seen better days. "Good morning, Y/N. Hey, Nat. Have you seen Clint?" Bucky shook himself, sending a glittering spray of water everywhere.

"No, but check the roof."

The air was knocked straight out of me. I couldn't stop the tiny squeak that tumbled over my lips. The way his hair stuck to his face did things to me, not to mention how the water glistened on his metal arm. I hadn't felt heat on my face like that since I was seventeen and spilled juice all over my shirt in front of my neighbour Todd.

Swallowing the rest of the rude noises hovering in my throat, I forced a smile and nodded to the elevator. "Saw him by the coffee machine on the third floor earlier, Sargent Barnes." My voice was breathier that usual, and I cursed the weather for calling me out like that, while simultaneously praying to any deities listening that nobody noticed.

"Thanks." He marched to the elevator with a pace that would divide a crowd of people without a word.

Natasha looked between Bucky and me, a devilish smile spreading on her face. Once he was out of earshot, she bumped me with her elbow. “So, Bucky, huh?”

The heat crept up my ears and settled in my temples. Surely I was no more than two seconds from combusting? “What? I don’t… no, I mean –" I drew a big breath and steeled my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, what was it you needed my help with?”

Her eyes locked on mine. "Never mind that… You're a terrible liar."

A good point. I let out a small wheeze and scrunched my eyes shut. "Fine! Yes, Sargent Barnes is a tall drink of water. Is that what you want me to say? Well, yeah, okay. Maybe I do have a thing for him." The defeat was inevitable. Already my intestines were squirming. Nothing good could come from this.

Natasha looked like it was Christmas and her birthday all at once. "I knew it!"

I shrugged, ignoring the rising chill in my chest. How to best deescalate this before it got out of hand? "Well, you are a superspy after all. But please, PLEASE, don't say anything to him. I like my job. Besides, he's a fucking superhero. I'm just… me."

"Just you?" She shook her head lightly and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I mean, come on! Look at me!" Holding my arms out, I swayed from side to side. I never liked to draw attention to my body, but apparently she needed the extra visual.

Natasha arched her eyebrow. "I am looking."

She was good, but I couldn't to give up that easily. "Yes, and then you clearly see that I'm ordinary. People like him don't fall for people like me. He's too perfect for that."

"Perf… perfect?" She snorted. "Y/N, Bucky's a mess. He's basically a cucumber with anxiety. Damn, you really have it bad if –"

"I know he has issues. You all do. I'm the one booking everybody's therapy sessions, remember? I'm not talking about his trauma. I'm talking about the fact that he's sweet as a marshmallow and his smile could power a small European country if Stark only found a way to harness its brilliance –"

"And the fact that he's got those broad shoulders and could probably lift and throw a bus if he wanted…"

"And that," I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck to stop that annoying heat from spreading even more. That was a delicious picture, alright. "But I'm nothing special."

"Y/N, sweetie, what are you talking about? You know everything, who's supposed to be where, what we're doing, when we come and go – that's practically a superpower right there. Don't downplay yourself."

The laughter came out dry and humourless. She had to be kidding. Being organised and good at puzzles wasn't exactly rocket science. And besides, I didn't even have a good memory. Without my trusty calendar and phone I'd be running around like Hei-Hei.

"Appreciate your confidence in me, but I don't think so, Nat," I countered and repeated: "Please don't tell him."

She sighed. "I won't."

I tilted my head and put on my best mom-voice. "Promise me."

Her shoulders slumped forward, and she lifted her hand in the air. "I promise I will never tell James Buchanan Barnes about your crush." There was a small pause. "Partypooper!"

"Who's a partypooper?"

I yelped and spun around, looking into Tony's smiling face. "Oh my god, Tony, I mean, Mr Stark." Why did he have to be so stealthy? A big, flashy guy like him ought to be required to announce his arrival with trumpets and drums. Through my galloping heartbeats I noted the glasses were new though, and wondered what kind of new tech they really were. They suited him.

He smirked. “Not the first time a lady has said that to me. But you didn’t answer my question.”

Exhaling, I closed my eyes, just barely resisting the urge to pinch my nose – or maybe kick him in the shin as a diversion. This was going to hell with the express train. “No one. No one's a partypooper.”

“Really?” He turned to Natasha. “Nat?”

I shook my head vigorously, bringing forth all malice I had to my eyes, which I have been told is substantial.

"Y/N has a crush and –"

"Ooh, is it me?" He winked and wiggled his eyebrows.

That made me laugh. "What? Oh, god no." Then I immediately felt bad for my reaction.

"Okay, a little bit insulted, but whatever…"

"She won't let me tell Bucky that she's in love with him," Natasha continued as if she had never been interrupted.

Tony gasped, a look of absolute delight in his eyes.

It was as if the ground disappeared beneath me. A rush of adrenaline almost knocked me off my feet. "Natasha! You promised."

She shrugged and pointed at Tony. "I promised not to tell Bucky. Last I checked, that is not him."

This time I did pinch the bridge of my nose and exhaled deeply, then groaned silently. “Nat!” Even I could hear the desperation in my voice. “Sargent Barnes is a friend. Well, uh, a colleague. Of sorts. I do not -“

“So you didn’t just squeak and burst into flames when he came through that door, huh?” She pointed to the glass door with a grin on her face.

Yeah, this was definitely a torture-the-handler day. Though Natasha was right about my crush, of course, and I wasn't even sure it was just a crush anymore; it had lasted for far too long to be called a crush, I had to keep a professional relationship with all of them.

Truth be told I had had a crush on Bucky since the day we were introduced, but I remembered the exact moment I had fallen in love: it was a chilly spring evening about a year ago. The team had decided to go out to eat, Wanda had discovered a new restaurant downtown, and the food supposedly was to die for. I couldn’t remember what I ate, or if I even liked it, but I remembered the knitted cardigan Bucky wore, the one with the colourful pattern on it. It looked really soft, and I found myself longing to touch it. That wasn’t the moment, though. The exact moment that made me go “Oh shit!” was when I cracked some stupid dad joke, and Bucky unleashed his full laughter on me. Who knew that "Singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth. Then it's a soap opera," would be my doom? But the sound had stunned me, made me lose my voice for several minutes. If someone had opened my skull at that moment, the only thing they would have found was an empty space and a dial tone - my brain frantically trying to reconnect with my body. If I concentrated I could still hear the ringing in my ears.

I avoided him for a week afterwards - well, tried and failed; my work meant contact with the entire Avengers team at all times - but the mental distance hurt too much to keep up with it. Since then, I allowed the realisation to wash over me, causing me both joy and suffering. And I thought I hid it well. Not well enough, apparently, since Natasha sniffed it out. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and sigh again. However, I couldn’t stop my intestines from curling into a tight ball. She had brought Tony into this after all.

Tony’s eyes shone. It had been a long time since any drama unfurled in the compound. He was practically starved, and this… This was delicious.

Looking between them, I knew this wouldn't end well. "You know what? I'm gonna go set up the briefing. Room 705. Thirty minutes. Don't be late." Fishing the phone out of my pocket, I sent a group text to everyone with time and location. In afterthought the wording in the text might have been a tad too harsh, threatening bodily harm if they were late, but the start of the day warranted some sort of reaction leaking from my brain. I locked eyes with Natasha. "Not. A. Word!"

She nodded, but the grin never left her face.

Tony watched me frantically push the elevator button, and I caught him whispering, not knowing I could still hear him. Or maybe he didn't care. "So what's your plan?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you have a plan? You're the resident match-maker here, aren't you?"

Nastasha let out a small laugh. "Do you know why she refuses to do anything about it?"

Tony nodded. “Because she’s professional and a bit afraid for what the people at the top are going to say?”

“No. Well, probably that too, but she thinks Bucky is way out of her league. Something about him being a superhero.” She snorted.

“What?” Tony let out a barking laugh. “Why? Bucky’s like the most timid ex-assassin you can find. I mean, he’s basically a cup of soft serve covered in salt and liquorice."

“I know. We gotta get them together. So, uh, are you in?”

“Uh, yeah! What’s your plan?”

The room finally sealed itself around me and I heard nothing else than the back of my head banging against the mirror wall and F.R.I.D.A.Y. cheerfully announcing what floor I was going to.

Half an hour later I had to step out for a bit to fetch a new cable to the projector, and when I got back, almost everyone were seated. My chest hollowed when I spotted Tony and Natasha sitting together, looking very conspiring indeed.

The urge to either run from the room or break them up rose in my throat, but instead I pulled up a chair next to Sam and focused on my breathing. He was one of the most calming people on the team, and I shamelessly used him as a shield.

Other than the small scare in the beginning, the morning briefing went without hitch. Agent Hill presented the upcoming missions, and I marked my calendar accordingly. Apparently SHIELD had detected a new terrorist group forming in northern Europe, and needed eyes.

Natasha was a given, she could go undetected for longer periods of time, and could take care of herself if necessary. Of course, Clint would come with her. They were an amazing team together, and he would probably go anyway, even if he was assigned to another task. It was better just to let him.

Steve and Sam would step in if it came to that, but would have to keep under the radar until they were needed. Bucky would travel to Europe with the others, but I knew he would set off alone the minute they touched ground in Stockholm. He worked best alone, or so he claimed, and anyway it would be an advantage to spread out. Still, I made a note on my pad to make sure he had everything he needed, and then some. Who knew where his road might lead him.

Bruce and Tony would work together to develop a better algorithm for the surveillance. So far, the terrorist group had evaded SHIELD's best efforts to pin them down. I was actually surprised to learn they didn't even know their name, which made me suspect something big was coming.

The rest of the team was assigned to other, smaller missions, scattered across the States. That way they could easily be reassigned if the situation escalated in Europe.

During the meeting, I kept an extra eye on Natasha and Tony. They sat next to each other, and though I thought I saw them passing notes a couple of times, I didn't want to bring any attention to it. The rest of the group looked oblivious. A sigh of relief escaped me, and Natasha looked up. She nodded imperceptibly towards Bucky, who sat with a bored look on his face and a discarded towel by his feet.

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head, trying my best to stop my ears from buzzing. Suddenly aware of every molecule in the air and trying desperately to ignore the intense weight, I focused all my attention back on Agent Hill’s presentation. Still, Bucky’s presence lingered in the back of my head, and together with the imminent threat from Natasha and Tony, I felt like I was sitting on explosives.

When Maria finally closed her laptop and turned to Director Fury, everybody got up, chatting as if the meeting had been a regular parent-teacher meeting and not a brief on a possible terrorist organisation on the rise.

“Can you believe that people will do things like this?” an agent asked as we all filed out of the room.

“Well, faith is a strong persuader,” I replied with a shrug. “Some are willing to go far for what they believe in.”

“Yeah, but they’re wrong,” the agent continued.

“They’d probably say the same about us,” Sam said, and I nodded.

“There are always two sides to the coin. If not more.”

“But -“

“And then it’s up to us to figure out what to do. We have to look at the big picture. Not everyone is capable of that.” Sam tilted his head with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

The agent huffed and hurried off with a look on his face that either said that he was constipated, or that being schooled by a member of the Avengers was too much for a Wednesday morning.

“Not sure he saw the big picture, Sam.” I shook my head and smiled.

“Don’t think he could. Better hope he doesn’t get promoted soon.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. He’ll be on desk duty for years still. And I guess you have a little desk duty yourself right now?”

“Well, actually… I was hoping you could do me a favour.”

Uh-oh. That sounded ominous. “Of course. What can I do, what do you need?” My voice rose to mimic the retail job I had before I got lucky enough to join SHIELD's training and ultimately land my dream job.

Sam grimaced. "I gotta go to Louisiana. Just a short trip, couple of days maybe."

"Shit, don't think Director Fury would be too happy about that right now, not to mention the rest of upstairs. You're supposed to be on silent duty until you leave for Sweden."

"Yeah, I know that, it's just… Cass and AJ has been asking me to come visit. And Sarah's getting sick of their nagging. Also, I sorta promised on the phone yesterday. Didn't know there would be a world crisis today."

Smiling softly, I hid the urge to smack my face into the wall. This was going to take a lot of explaining and string-pulling. He was supposed to go no-contact for the duration of the mission, but I hated disappointing the boys. And Sarah was a good woman. She didn't deserve being let down, even though it technically wasn't Sam's fault this time.

"Sam, you're such a softie," I said after some consideration. "Go. I'll figure something out. Just be back before the weekend, okay? And –"

"Yeah yeah, and I'll come in at once if the situation escalates before we're scheduled to head out."

I gave him a crooked smile to disguise the trouble he had just handed me. "Sure. But I was gonna say bring back some of that pecan pie. I've been dreaming about that since last summer."

Sam let out a loud laugh and kissed the top of my head, melting my nervous soul to a gooey puddle. "You're the best. Thanks."

"Fly safe."

"I always do."

"Really now?"

"Oh so that's how it is, huh?"

"That's how it is. Say 'hi' to Sarah for me."

With a short wave, he took off down the corridor, leaving me quietly screaming and already doing the mental gymnastics to find a solution.

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Departure time was in two days. Everyone was on edge, trying their best to prepare for any eventualities, both inconceivable and expected. After a short meeting with the departure crew to share the last pieces of intel, I felt empty and tired. Missions always affected me more than they should. These people were my friends; if anything were to happen to them, my world would collapse.

Apparently I wasn't the only one feeling a bit drained. No one was in a hurry to leave, and the conversation was hushed and weary.

"You know what we need?" Tony said loudly, slicing through the silence and winking to Natasha. He thought I wouldn't notice, but I did, and the suspicion grew in my chest. What now?

"Pizza!" they said in unison. "We should gather everyone, before we all go."

Tony nudged my arm. "My treat. What do you say?"

Narrowing my eyes, I tilted my head. "…sure."

"Oh, don't be like that. We all need good pizza. Especially today, what with all this rain. Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y., you know that pizza bakery up the street, the one with the chicken one. Order pizza for everyone. Remember the one with pear, brie, and white sauce. Have it delivered to the lounge."

That did it for me. If he ordered my favourite, I'd be damn sure to eat my part. "When?"

"Uh…" He looked at his watch. "Noon. I'll send out a ping. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks. I do have a ton of things to do to make sure you guys don't die on this trip." I tried to keep it light, but now that the thought had settled in my mind, I had to fight off the tears. It was a miracle I managed to keep the tremble from my voice.

An hour later I tripped over the doorstep to the lounge, surprised to see it was empty except for Tony and Natasha and a huge stack of pizzas. "Where is everybody?" The door clicked behind me, sealing the silence in.

Natasha shrugged. "Late?"

At that moment the door opened again and Bucky sauntered in with a mischievous smile on his face. "Gimme the pizza and nobody gets hurt."

"Jeez, Buck. Remember your manners. There are ladies present." Tony grinned, but opened the top box and helped himself to a slice.

Bucky snickered and rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Y/N," he said with an over-the-top flourish. "I hope you can forgive my insolence." He gestured towards the pizzas. "Ladies first."

My heart did a somersault, but I managed to keep it cool on the outside. "Insolence forgiven," I replied, swallowing a hiccough that lodged itself in my throat, before taking a plate and sifting through the boxes until I found the right one. Loading my plate, I sat down, sinking into the soft cushions. Only thing missing now was some candles and a drink, and I'd be set for the day.

Natasha gave Tony a pointed look. Two minutes later he picked up his phone and half jogged out the door. That was odd. Tony never jogged.

I looked between Natasha and the door, the pizza forgotten halfway between the plate and my mouth. She looked anywhere but at me, but was saved from a confrontation by her phone ringing. "Gotta take this," she muttered. "Can't prepare enough for the trip." She smiled apologetically and left the room. That was a lie, of course. She had full control; all intel was already read and destroyed. And if something new had come up, I would have been notified too.

Suddenly the plate felt heavy in my hand. Maybe it was naïve, but I had expected Natasha and Tony to respect my wishes; after all I had made it absolutely clear that they should leave it, hadn't I? Their amusement and entertainment wasn't worth being an inconvenience to Bucky.

"What's going on?" Bucky asked when the door clicked behind Natasha.

"I… I don't know," I lied haltingly.

Bucky shrugged. "Oh well. Might as well catch up on some paperwork before the flight too. See you later." With one slice between his teeth and another in his hand, he left the room with a friendly wave.

"Sure. See you." I spoke to his back; the glass door had already closed behind him. The lump in my throat grew. Even though Tony had ordered my favourite pizza, I no longer had any appetite. My mouth was dry, and it was a struggle to swallow. In a fit of frustration, I kicked the table, smacking my toe in the process. The pizza slice slid from the plate and landed on my thigh. "Fuck!"

"Ooh, pizza!"

I spun in my seat. Steve had just arrived, and that made me feel a little bit better at least. He was always a laugh.

"Where is everybody?" He looked around and spotted my moping figure, holding an equally sad slice of pizza. "You okay?"

"I guess," I replied, trying to smile and failing miserably. "Everybody else left. The mission, yeah?"

"Right. I thought everything was planned and okayed."

I couldn't bring myself to fill him in on the situation. If he didn't already know, it was nice to have someone neutral by my side. "Yeah, I don't know."

Their scheme was becoming clear; making Bucky spend time with me alone. But it was a failure. Even he thought it was awkward, and he obviously didn't want to be alone with me. Not that I blamed him. If I was him, I'd do the same.

I glanced at my watch. 12.30. Just then Sam, Bruce, Wanda, and Vision spilled into the room, heading towards the pizza like a herd of hungry goats. Slowly my appetite returned too, and half an hour later the blow to my heart was a painful memory pushed to the back of my mind by excellent pizza and wonderful friends.

Later that day I ran into Tony on the way to the garage. He tried to slip past me, but had to stop when I blocked the door, arms crossed over my chest and puffing myself up as much as I could. "Seriously, Tony! What did you expect to happen, huh? That I'd just throw myself in his arms because we were alone? Because newsflash: I've got both self-control and decency. Do you really think I've never been alone with him before?"

At least he had the decency to look thoroughly chastised, and he mumbled something inaudible I thought maybe sounded like an apology.

No way he was getting away with a tiny one. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."

"It was Nat's idea," he said, trying a smirk that didn't work at all.

"I very much doubt that," I replied, dragging a hand over my eyes. "Do I have to call Pepper? I didn't think so," I added when he shook his head. "Do better! Now excuse me. I have a lot of work to do to ensure you actually don't die on this mission." With a final, exaggerated frown, I turned and marched out of the room, ignoring the samba in my chest.

Part 2: Eel infested waters

#bucky barnes x reader #marvel fanfic #good intentions #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞

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𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A true enemies to lovers ;)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut 18+, angry makeout turned soft, gross fluff, bit of angst?

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst? (i still don’t really know what classifies as angst), confused feelings, age gap (reader of age), hate sex 18+, angry makeout turned soft, smut 18+, vulgar language, brutal insults, it’s just all mean

𝐀/𝐧: i literally cannot help falling in love it’s literally a problem. like words of affrimation is my one of my love languages. i’ll try not to include the next angst/smut lmao

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(𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞)

“Wow,” Steve sighed.

Bucky had told him everything; not detailed but what he should know.

“Is it love?”

“I don’t fucking know, man. And it’s pissing me off,” Bucky sighed dramatically, making Steve chuckle.

“That’s crazy, man. Weird to think about; like you and her…” Steve gestured his hands together then cringed.

“Can you not?” Bucky laughed.

“I don’t know what to tell her. I don’t want to fight anymore but she doesn’t know that and I can’t just say, ‘Hey, when we slept together I realized I don’t fight you anymore because I think like you?’ She’ll kill me!”

“Who’ll kill you,” Nat said, returning with Tony, Clint, and Sam from the Hydra base.

“Nobody,” Bucky mumbled.

“Ok,” Nat continued walking to the medbay where you, Banner, and Cho were while Sam stayed with the boys.

“How is she doing?” Tony asked.

“Not good,” Banner said, biting his nails.

“What?” Nat gasped.

“She was in an extreme critical condition and no one was here to give her blood. Cho doesn’t share blood type, I’m radioactive, you guys were gone, and Steve and Buck have the serum,” Banner said.

Tony and Nat looked at each like they had something to say.

“What?” Banner asked.

“You’ll never guess what we recovered at the base,” Tony said, opening a slot in his suit.

He pulled out a tube similar to the shape of a pen that contained familiar blue liquid inside. Banner’s head shot up again looking back and forth between Nat and Tony.

“Will it work?”

“This could save her life,” Bruce whispered.

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

You grabbed our basket of laundry and walked back to your room. You turned the TV on and folded your clothes. You were still recovering from the last mission you went on with Bucky; you haven’t really spoken to him since. You two haven’t even fought since the day you came back.

Banner and Cho had injected the infamous super soldier serum Hydra refined. Apparently the entire charade of a fundraiser was to present a new type of serum to a shitty ‘board of directors’ a part of Hydra.

And now you were the only human being on earth to have it in your system.

Tony and Bruce were constantly running tests and safety precautions on you for the past three months and you were feeling fine. Better than before; maybe a little taller.

The effects heightened senses similar to Peter’s radioactivity, enhanced strength like the boys, and intelligence; by that you were able to retain more information and perceive complex data.

This was on top of what powers you already possessed. So now you were basically Tony, Peter, Wanda, and Steve wrapped up in a beautifully dainty bow.

Natasha has been re-training you alongside Steve, and you were slowly becoming stronger than them surprisingly. Wanda was still way more powerful than you though.

You finished a session with them and they advised you to rest but with the serum you practically didn’t need recovery time; maybe just a hot shower.

So here you are folding your clothes filling the time.

A light soft knock on your door disrupted you. You walked and opened the door finding none other than Bucky; truthfully the last person you expect.

“Can I come in?” he asked you.

“Uh sure. I’m folding laundry,” you said, stepping to the side to let him in.

“That’s alright.”

“What’s up?” you continued folding your clothes after turning the TV off.

“How are you doing?”

“Alright. Kinda feel better than before,” you smiled softly.

“That’s great.”

There was silence that coated you two. You were getting slightly annoyed as to what was going on with him. He’s been weird since the night you two hate fucked. And you weren’t having his shit anymore.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked bluntly.

“What do you mean?”

“Why have you been acting this way? Why aren’t we fighting?”

“I thought you didn’t like fighting.”

“I don’t which is why I’ve always hated you and vice versa,” you started to raise your voice in frustration.

“Maybe I don’t want to hate you anymore.”

“Why? Buck, we don’t fucking like each other! Sometimes people don’t get along and that’s us!”

“Fuck, Y/n. You’re so fucking stubborn. Don’t you realize how exhausting it is. We’re always yelling and fighting and throwing shit at each other. It doesn’t have to be like that anymore. These past three months we haven’t fought-”

“We haven’t talked in three months!” you yelled. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against him.

“Godammit, woman.”

“Fuck you,” you said.

Bucky kissed you and you tried to push him away only making him grab you wrists and push against the wall. You furrowed your brows kissing him back however. He was so addicting and you hated it. The kiss slowly turned soft and sensual; your tongues swirling around each other.

He pulled away and found you had your eyes still closed. He went in for another kiss but you turned your head away; him not knowing that you didn’t want to give in again. You could hear and feel his heartbeat beating incredibly fast; as was yours.

“Can we start over?” he whispered against your ear, his forehead resting against your head.

You didn’t respond so he got off you and walked out of your room closing the door behind him. You wished then you would’ve said something. You breathe out not realizing you were holding your breath.

You went to finish folding your laundry but another knock echoed in the loud silence. And you knew exactly who it was.

You opened the door meeting your eyes with his.

“Hi, I’m Bucky,” he smiled.

“What are you doing?” you tried not to smile.

“I heard you were moving in today and thought it would be neighborly to drop by and say hi.”

“I’m not playing this charade with you,” you cracked a smile as he stepped closer to you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he whispered before grabbing your face and kissing you devotedly.

You laughed in the kiss and Bucky kicked the door closed with his foot. You wrapped your arms around his neck basking in the kiss. He pushed your basket of clothes to the floor, neither of you really caring too much if it landed alright.

You’ll make him redo it if not.

His hands brushed against your hot skin under your shirt after he laid you gently on your back. Not long after he whined, a way of begging you to take your shirt off. He tugged at it and you sat up finally letting him take it off.

His hands cupped your breasts while trailing kisses down your jaw and neck. He moved down your body and down the bed, standing up to strip himself of clothes. He did the same to you after he was bare. He settled between you and just watched your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“God, our fights killed me every fucking day. You’re so sexy when you’re mad,” he joked.

“Shut up,” you laughed turning your head away.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked seriously and gently.

“Yeah, I don’t want to fight anymore either,” you cupped his face.

“Ok,” he kissed you. He gently flipped you onto your stomach.

“Bedside?” he asked referring to condoms.

You nodded biting your lip, bringing your knees under your hips pushing your ass up for him.

Bucky wrapped his dick and pumped it a few times, rubbing your back softly with his other hand. He looked at your glistening pussy smiling knowing how wet you’d gotten because of him. He lined himself with your entrance and pushed himself in.

He stopped when he felt your body ever so slightly tensed up. You breathed heavily but urged him to continue. He moved in and out of you moaning. His hands rubbed up and down your back and your body trembled under him.

He leaned down and pressed kisses on your back slowing down a bit. You wiggled your hips wanting more and Bucky moved his hand up the front of your body. He pulled you up so you were pressed against his chest kissing your shoulder.

He moved widely fast in and out of you chasing his high. You were shaking against him, feeling your oragsm approaching insanely quick. You threw your head back onto Bucky’s shoulder. One of his hands played with your breast while the other reached down and rubbed your clit.

When he did, your body jerked and you moaned louder making Bucky smile. He moved faster and seconds later you both tumbled over the edge. Bucky moaned your name and bit you shoulder trying to suffice his moan. You didn’t give a shit though.

Your eyes rolled back and your hand wrapped around to grab Bucky’s face while the other around his hip, pulling and scratching him pleasurably. You moan, not you practically scream at how intense your oragsm hit you.

He fell forward softly trying not to crush you and kissed along your shoulder blades. You panted heavily under him, desperate to catch your breath. You laughed a bit after making him laugh too.

“That was … holy shit, wow,” you gasped.

“Good,” he smiled at you.

“What on earth do we say to others?” you rolled under him so you laid on your back.

“Eh, let ‘em figure it out,” he buried his face in your neck making you laugh.

You two went another round or two... or seven, until you guys finally rested and slept for the night. Suspiciously no one came looking for either of you.

The next morning you woke up in Bucky’s arms feeling strikingly sore. You never got sore. But considering you and Bucky are both enhanced and went on for hours last night, it doesn’t actually surprise you too much that that’s what it took to get you sore for the first since you've been enhanced with the serum.

You rolled over seeing Bucky still asleep. You were so confused.

Bucky stirred before opening his eyes meeting yours and smiled pulling you close again. He closed his eyes again and traced little patterns in your skin.

“What going on in that pretty head of yours, baby girl,” he asked.

“We hate each other,” you whispered.

“We don’t have to,” He opened his eyes again.

“This is a very slippery slope we’re approaching.”

“I know, but I want it. Do you?”

“Yeah,” tears formed in your eyes.

“What if this doesn’t work out though? We’ll hate each other even more,” you said, your voice breaking.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I could ever hate you again. I don’t think I ever really did. Disliked, yeah. But not hate.”

“I’m sorry i treated you like dog shit,” you sniffled making Bucky laughed.

“I’m sorry too.”

“Bucky?”

“Y/n?”

“I hate you,” a tear fell slowly down your cheek.

“I hate you too," he chuckled, kissing your temple before closing his eyes again.

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itsunclebucky · 4 years

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You’re Mine

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x Reader

Requested by @rebelfleur22 - Okay reader (me 😂 i wish) and bucky were dating for a long time but they broke up due to the fact that they grew apart but they still love each other, so at one of Tony's parties, bucky brings his new girlfriend to finally meet the Avengers and secretly annoy & make his ex jealous 😂 unknown to bucky his new girlfriend is a huge fan of reader (which she's also an avenger with super powers) and super nervous to meet her. So the guys are convincing the reader to be nice to her which eventually agrees even though she's still loves bucky. Can i please request one more thing 🙏🏻 i want it to be angsty with some sassy reader and if you don't mind having a smutty ending?

Warnings: Lots of angst, insults, argument, sassy reader, fluff, SMUT 18+ Oral sex (female receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, language, reconciliation.

Word Count: 4457

A/N: Thank you so much for the request my love!!! I really hope you like it. I really can’t feel my fingers but it’s so worth it!!! There are references to One Tree Hill, the dance part was inspired by a clip from the vampire diaries and the argument was heavily inspired by an episode of Friends. Hope you enjoy :)

Bucky saw you smile a lot more these days and it broke his heart because he couldn't remember the last time you smiled as brightly as you did.

You and Bucky had been in a very serious long term relationship. A relationship that was full of love, passion, trust but in the end, distance. You grew apart and decided it was better to remain friends than in a distant relationship with each other.

Bucky still loved you very much. He loved you with every fiber of his body. He would never tell you, but when he started sleeping alone in his bed at night, the nightmares would return more frequently. And he would never tell you how many mornings he spent crouched down on the shower floor crying until his chest was physically hurting.

And it's been 5 months since the breakup. He needed someone else to fill the void that was in his chest. He needed someone to love him again. And he thought his new girl Sima would be perfect.

She was perfect. With her beautiful long curly blonde hair, her natural eyelashes, her flawless figure. A girl who looked after her nails and spent hours at the hair salon bleaching her hair.

There was just a small problem. Sima might have been a gorgeous woman, but she wasn't you.

It hurt more because though you both agreed on staying friends, you rarely talked to each other. He also noticed you had stopped following him on Instagram and though that burnt a hole in his chest, he couldn't find it in him to bring it up simply because it seemed so petty.

But truthfully, the only reason you did was because of his happy posts and selfies on him smiling, the smile you didn't see on his face for a long time. Seeing Bucky so happy and thriving without you, it killed you from the inside out.

Each day, you had to force a smile on your face just so the team wouldn't worry about how you were coping with the breakup. Everyone knew how close you and Bucky were, how in love you were. And if they paid close attention, they would see the dark circles under your eyes. You were not coping well at all.

You missed him and you still loved him, so very much. Each morning you would find yourself curled up into a ball on the side he used to sleep, cradling his pillow in your arms. You refused to wash the pillowcase since you could still smell the scent of his apple shampoo on it.

But it was all in the past, and you knew if you cried a river it wasn't going to bring you and Bucky back together.

You were sat on the bar stool with your fingers wrapped around your hot cup of freshly made coffee talking to Steve about Tony's upcoming extravagant party.

"Do you really think he will invite lots of people this time?" You asked, nervously biting your lip.

Steve shrugged and looked over his newspaper. "It's Tony." You nodded in agreement.

"Hey Steve." Bucky greeted as he walked in. His white shirt pulled tightly across his muscles.

"Good morning Buck." Steve greeted back but eyeing the two of you suspiciously.

"Oh Buck. Thank you for wishing me a good morning." You said with sarcasm laced in your voice, cocking an eyebrow in his direction. "I'm so miserable without you here it's almost as if you are here."

"And thank fuck for that." He replied almost instantly with an eye roll.

You scoffed, amused and sipped your coffee.

"Hey Steve." Bucky started, getting his attention. "Have you ever looked at your ex and wondered if you were drunk the entire relationship?" Bucky smirked.

"Ha ha. Well you know what they say. If you're happy, thank your ex. At least I don't have to put up your excessive grunting when you're on top of me."

"Y/N!" Steve warned.

"Fuck you, you crazy bitch." Bucky scowled, hurrying up with making his coffee so he could leave.

"That's enough you two!" Steve intervened, sensing an argument about to break out soon.

"She started it." Bucky accused.

"She started it." You mocked, angering Bucky more.

"You know what Y/N. I'm fucking glad we broke up. You talk about my grunting, but you know what I'm grateful for? Not having to taste your disgusting fucking pussy and having to stick my cock in it anymore."

"Oh yeah." You chuckled, standing up to follow Bucky into the common room where the rest of the avengers were seated on the large couches in the room. "I'm grateful for not having to fake my orgasms anymore and not having your disgusting shit smelling breath in my face." You barked back.

"Ohhhh oh oh." Sam cackled from the couch, and immediately dipped his head when Bucky glared at him. Daring him to continue what he was going to say.

"That makes two of us you arrogant bitch and if my breath was bad, it's only because of where my mouth was moments before I was on top of you. Oh and hey. Forgot to tell you, saw something that reminded me of you today. But then I flushed it and left the bathroom." Bucky clicked his tongue as he took a seat next to Wanda.

You kept your facade up. Not wanting your friends to see what his words do to you. And you realized he called you a bitch twice.

You stomped towards the door and stopped to turn around a final time. Bucky's eyebrows raised waiting for your final blow.

"And just so you know. It's not that common, it doesn't happen to every guy and it IS A BIG DEAL!" You yelled, walking out of the common room and heading towards your room.

In the distance, you heard Sam laugh and mock Bucky with a "I knew it old man!"

You should have been delighted. You kicked him whilst he was down, but you didn't feel proud. The insults you threw at each other were harsh and you knew it. And you wondered if he meant everything he said. He probably did, right? If he didn't hate you before, he surely does now.

Bucky sat on the couch bewildered. He wondered where this sudden argument came from but he knew it was your way of coping with the hurt. Because it was what you did best, to hide your true feelings, you would become this sassy little brat and he hated it, he hated your attitude.

He was more shell shocked by the last insult you threw at him. It happened just once, he was really tired but he wanted to have sex. It didn't matter how hard you massaged his cock through his pants, he still couldn't get hard. You had told him it didn't matter, that he just needed a good night sleep and you could try the following night.

He never once expected you to bring it up and use it against him. It was private, and he was pissed because you had said that in front of his friends and teammates.

Bucky ignored the snickers around him. His phone buzzed in his pant pocket and he pulled it out, his face slightly lighting up when it was a text from Sima.

Sima: I'm outside. Are you ready to go shopping with me? ❤

Bucky quickly typed a reply back.

Bucky: hi baby. Yes, give me a few minutes.

He left the heart out. He felt weird adding emojis to Sima's texts because his heart emojis were reserved for you only.

Bucky quickly excused himself. Taking his cup to the kitchen and going to his room to throw on a jacket and give his teeth a quick brush. He then left the compound without saying goodbye to anyone.

He needed a suit for tonight's party. Tonight would also be the night he would introduce Sima to the team, to you. He was nervous and scared. He was scared about his conflicted feelings.

You sat in your room alone, your back against the headboard staring at the wall in front of you.

You were honestly not looking forward to the party tonight. Natasha had told you days ago she would stop by your room to give you one of her dresses and Wanda would come along to do your makeup and curl your hair.

It was a futile attempt to try and get out of the party since Tony had made it clear you could be excused only if you died. Meaning, he was putting a lot of money into this party and it was mandatory that every single avenger in the compound had to be there, no ifs and no buts.

Tony wasn't even a little bit sympathetic about your breakup. You recalled him saying "at least you'll find a real man now kid."

Bucky was more than a man though. He was your light in the darkness of days. He cuddled your body close to his when you were sad for no reason. He was never cruel towards anyone. You believed he loved you as much as you loved him. But with his cruel words replaying themselves in the back of your mind, you begin to wonder about that like many other things.

You've been called a bitch many times in your life. Witch, weirdo, freak were among the list of names people had for you.

You once had beautiful naturally brown hair. Until you absorbed a portion of Thanos's force, and over time it turned your hair completely white. The only thing stopping you from having a breakdown down was the fact Bucky really liked your beautiful hair. He said you reminded him of Khaleesi from his favorite TV show Game of Thrones. And when you styled it. Oh my God. Bucky was a goner.

You curled up once again on the side he used to sleep. Cuddling his pillow against your chest as tear drops escaped. You sniffled once, and then the dam broke.

You broke out into small sobs. Your eyes screwed shut tight.

"I miss you Bucky." You cried out into your empty room. Those words repeatedly falling from your lips. You stayed like that until there was a brisk knock at the door. You peeled open your eyes opened and you were now shrouded in complete darkness.

What time was it? The pillow was soaking wet from your tears and mucus. But you didn't care.

The knock sounded again and you groaned.

"Come in." You yelled. The door opened and the light was turned on. You instinctively shielded your eyes from the sudden brightness.

"Were you asleep?" Wanda's thick accent entered your ears.

"No I was fucking skiing." You replied sarcastically, hiding your face in his pillow.

"With Bucky's pillow?" Natasha snipped with a smirk. "Come on girl. Get up, we gotta get dressed and get down to Tony's party. So, up, up, up!"

You groaned but pulled yourself up nonetheless. Natasha hung a dress on the hanger that was hanging from the little knobs on your closet doors.

"Get showered." Natasha ordered and you didn't bother to fight her. You couldn't. You were just too exhausted emotionally.

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Bucky was standing in the corner of the party with Sima on his arm talking to Steve. The elevator doors dinged open and everyone's eyes were drawn to the three women who stepped out in linked arms.

Natasha, Wanda and you.

You were breathtaking in your gorgeous tight white dress. Your white hair curled to halfway down your back, and your minimal makeup really worked together. You looked exactly how he imagined you would on the day he would eventually marry you.

"Oh my God. Is that Y/N???!" Sima asked Bucky, her eyes wide. Sima was a huge fan of yours. She saw what you could do with your powers. She was there to witness what you did to Thanos before he snapped his fingers. Sima admits you, and hoped one day you would be friends. But giving the current circumstances, she knew that was never possible.

"Yes." Bucky sighed. Then an idea popped into his mind and he smirked. "Wanna meet her?" He winked and grabbed a hold of Sima's hand as they walked through the crowd towards you.

Your face dropped considerably when you saw Bucky. Hand in hand with another woman. You recognized her as another avenger, on a different team. Your breath hitched when you saw how Bucky looked tonight. A tight all black suit, his hair slicked back into a tight man bun with that beautiful stubble on his face.

"Good evening Y/L/N." Bucky greeted with no emotion on his face. "This is Sima, my girlfriend."

The blonde girl reached her hand out for you to shake but you couldn't register anything that was going on around you.

"Oh my gosh. It's such an honor to finally meet you." She grinned so excitedly but you just stared forward. Forcing one of your fake smiles on your face.

"Ditto." You kept your hands by your side and Bucky was annoyed by your rudeness. Sima awkwardly retracted her hand and adjusted a bobby pin in her hair to hide her embarrassment.

"Y/N. Sima was just-"

"Excuse me." You cut Bucky off. Marching towards Natasha and hauling her to the nearest empty room.

"What is going on?" Natasha asked, folding her arms across her chest.

You scoffed and paced the room. Your heels click-clacked against the stone floors.

"I CAN NOT believe it!" Your hands flew through your curls and tugged at the ends.

"What? What are you talking about Y/N?" Natasha pressed.

"That WHORE STOLE MY MAN. She's out there right now. Hanging from his arm like a fucking lazy sloth. Oh God have they fucked yet?!"

"So? Y/N. It's been 5 months. Bucky is allowed to move on and so are you. I hate to break it to you honey but he's not your man anymore."

"I don't want anyone else to have him and I know what you're gonna say. I know I'm being selfish but… it kills me Nat. He's killing me."

"You still love him." Natasha stated more than asked. A nod of your head confirmed what she already knew. "Then babe if you really love him-"

"Don't tell me to let him go because that could never happen." You deadpanned.

"I was going to say - if you really love him. Go and get him before his relationship with what's-her-face gets too serious."

Natasha was right. But dread filled you. After the words exchanged between you and Buck earlier, there was no way on this planet he would ever feel the same way about you again.

Right? Wrong. When you stormed off with Natasha, Bucky had excused himself to see what was going on. He stopped outside the door and listened. He heard every word.

He couldn't believe you still loved him. And he knew if the tables were switched and it was you here with another man, he would feel exactly the same way.

But Sima. Oh God. What was he going to do about Sima. She seemed to already understand the war he was having in his mind. About making people happy, about doing what is right. Sima knew he loved you still, when they were together he would talk about you a lot and he wouldn't even realize. To save him the hurt, Sima walked up to him and hugged him tightly.

"It's okay Bucky. Go get her. I just hope we can stay friends." She said in his ear and he hugged her tighter.

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey." Sima cupped his stubbed face and smiled. "You love her and you were right for each other." Bucky nodded with a small smile. They embraced for the last night and Sima decided to leave the party.

Now all Bucky had to do was wait for you to come out from the room. And once you did, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you walked back into the party. Only to be grabbed to your wrist and your body colliding with someone.

“Buck-let me go.” You scoffed, trying to break free.

“Come on doll. Just one dance.” He smirked down at you. His hands holding onto your waist as you danced together. His cologne was intoxicating, but it was your favorite. “How are you?”

You scoffed once again and rolled your eyes. “Where is Sima?”

“Broke up amicably.”

“Why?” Your brows furrowed. They seemed very happy together at the beginning of the party.

“That’s none of your business doll.”

“Oh come on Buck. Don’t be an asshole. I’m not in the mood.”

“What are you in the mood for, pretty lady?” He flirted and you were confused. Where the hell was all of this coming from? Thor wasn’t at the party so it wasn’t the mead that was making him talk like this.

Could be his hard dick that you found yourself brushing up against accidentally as you were dancing.

“Hmm, let’s see. Sleeping naked on top of the covers.” You decided two could play this game.

“That was my favorite.” He twirled you around and pulled you back against his chest and grounded his erected clothed cock into your ass. A gasp fell from your lips as you grinded slightly into him.

“God, you’re so hard.”

“Mmmm. And I’m bettin’ you’re soaking wet.”

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Your back hit the mattress with a loud grunt as Bucky hungrily crawled on top of you. Nibbling the sensitive skin on your pulse point and pulling your dress from your shoulders.

Bucky traced his soft lips from your neck to your jawline and down your throat. Nipping and biting the skin before continuing his path down between the valley of your breasts.

He took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the erected bud and sucking it between his lips. His touch sent electrifying bolts through your body and your arousal was pooling in your panties.

You missed his touch. His lips on yours. It’s been 5 months since you’ve felt him and though you wished you could take your time with him, you were just far too horny for the slow and sensual sex.

“Bucky please.” You begged, pushing his head further down your body. Bucky chuckled against your skin as his fingers hooked on your dress and pulled it down as he ventured more south.

“Please what, doll?” He teased, kissing above your navel area before sinking down on the floor and pulling your dress completely off. Leaving you in just your white laced panties.

“Don’t be a cocky fuckin’ bastard. I haven’t had sex in months and I need you.” You huffed impatiently. He was still chuckling against your skin and you were close to telling him to forget it.

And you would have if it wasn’t for him pulling your panties down finally and growling at the evident arousal seeping through your lips.

“Jesus Christ baby. Got my mouth waterin’ here.” His large hands opened you up before him, his thumbs opened your lips as he ran his tongue from your warm soft clit down to your seeping entrance. The beautiful feeling of his warm delicious tongue caused you to clench around nothing. And Bucky absolutely loved watching your desperate hole contract.

His lips enclosed around your clit. His tongue swirling around the bundle. Your back arched off the bed and your heels dug into his shoulder blades as he ate you out like a starving man.

The sinful sounds of your wetness against his mouth and his groaning were pornographic and you thrived off of it. You were so horny that it didn’t take you too long to reach the peak. And when you were close, you were a squirming mess trying to writher out of his strong grip.

“BUCK!” You screamed loudly, your hands locked in his hair as your hips went flush against his mouth. He licked your clit with the pressure you liked. Driving you absolutely insane with need. A final lick and you were gone. Your hips jerked forward when he continued to lick from the intense orgasm and he drank every single drop that oozed out from your entrance. He watched it with great interest as it ran down between your butt cheeks to your puckered hole.

Bucky groaned in delight as he pulled away from you. Looking down through your hooded eyes, your arousal soaked his stubble and cheek. You didn’t even realize you had squirted. You were embarrassed, but Bucky seemed to love it.

“You’re too dressed Buck.” You smirked and kept your legs opened.

“That I am.”

You sat up on your forearms and watched him undress himself. Throwing his clothes in all corners of the room. He climbed up on the bed and kneeled between your opened legs. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he walked on his knees to the top of the bed and laid you down on the pillow you used to sleep on.

Bucky hooked your legs with his forearms and leaned forward. He teased your waiting cunt with the tip of his cock.

“Doll, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.” Bucky moaned as he watched his cock gather up your juices.

“It’s been months for me Buck.” You closed your eyes and whimpered each time his tip skimmed over your tingling clit. “Please fuck me Buck.”

Something in him changed. His eyes turned from blue to a dark brown/black. His engorged tip prodded against your entrance and then he slid home. Both of you moaning at the familiarity of him filling you up. His pubic bone bumped against your clit, causing your cunt to clench around him.

“Doll. I won’t last if you keep doin’ that.” He warned through gritted teeth. You loved how he was losing control already. And to be honest, so were you.

Your insides were tingling as your walls hugged his hot cock tightly. It was almost like a welcome home hug, we’ve missed you.

“Good. I don’t want you to make love to me Buck. I want you to fuck me! Hard and fast. Don’t be a fuckin’ pussy and just do it!” Your arms curled around his shoulders and he growled as he sat back and perched your legs on top of his shoulders.

“You and your fuckin’ attitude. You want it hard and fast? You fuckin’ got it.” And with that, he snapped his hips into you with a fast and brutal pace. His balls playing ping-pong against the skin of your ass and the position you were in meant he easily grazed your fucking G-spot perfectly. So perfectly that your cunt was permanently clenched around him. Your thick white slick gathered on his pubic bone. He rocked the bed harshly, the brass headboard knocking against the wall behind you and the mattress squeaking under your weight.

“Yes Buck! Come on baby just like that! Don’t stop.” You begged. Your skin covered in a sheen of sweat as you felt the tension rising in your tummy. “Fuck yes Buck. I’m so fucking close. Please don’t stop. Harder!”

And harder he went. The consistent rhythmic knocking of the headboard and skin on skin rang in your ears. Bucky angled his hips slightly and that was it. That was where your spot was and he hit it. Every. Single. Thrust.

“OH MY GODDDDD!!!” You screamed so loud that your voice cracked painfully. Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes as your hands massaged your breasts and pinched your nipples. “I’M CUMMING!” You announced. Not that it was necessary. Bucky could feel you were close and he went faster. A few more final hard thrusts and you were coming undone all over his cock. Your juices sprayed over his tummy and he moaned so fucking loudly you could have cummed again just from the erotic sound. Bucky was right behind you, spilling his hot cum deep in your tummy. You were both spent, looking at each other with love in your eyes and no signs of regret. Reluctantly, Bucky pulled out and you winced at the loss of contact. He walked in the bathroom and you heard the water running. A few moments later, he reappeared. His half-hard cock bobbing with every move he made.

“I’m running a bath for us.” He said sweetly, placing a kiss to your forehead. You smiled and reached your hand out to stroke his cheek.

“I’ve missed you.” You said truthfully. “I cried every night for you.”

“Oh doll. I’ve missed you too. And I’m never fuckin’ lettin’ you go again either.”

“I hope not.”

“You’re mine.” He dominantly said and you chuckled a little. “Don’t ruin the moment.” He warned and you chuckled again.

“Yes Sergeant.” You went to sit up and hiss. The ache in your groin was starting to catch up to you now. “Okay maybe you were too hard.”

Now it was Bucky’s turn to laugh. “I’m always hard doll.”

You rolled your eyes. “I meant the sex.”

“Well, you were yelling at me to fuck you hard and fast.” He shrugged.

“Just… take me to the bath please.” You playfully hit his shoulder.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Buck?” You mumbled into his neck as he carried you to the bathroom bridal style. Bucky hummed in response and you continued. “We’re back together, right?”

Bucky sat you in the tub. The temperature of the water was just perfect and it immediately helped your aching muscles. Bucky climbed in behind you. His legs raised and he pulled you back in between them. Your back rested against his chest as he gathered bubbles on your tummy.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me clearly Y/N. I said you were mine and I’m not letting you go again. So yes, we’re back together.”

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Whoops! Wrong Way 2/8

Summary: Peter has been living at Avengers Tower for 2 years, known to the workers and Avengers as Peter Parker-Stark-Rogers. When his teacher announces that they're going on a field trip to Avengers Tower, or SI, he's going to have to attempt to survive a day of embarrassment and keeping a secret identity.

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“Hey, Pete. You need to get up, you’re going to be late.”

“Go away…” Peter mumbles, trying to push Tony away from him.

“Pete get up!”

“Nooooo”

“Steve’s making pancakes.”

Peter sits up immediately, “I’m up, I’m up. With chocolate chips?”

“Yup, the chunks.”

“Go away old man, I need to get me some food.”

Peter pushes Tony away from him and runs out of the room, into the kitchen where the sweet aroma of pancakes and chocolate fills the air. Steve smiles at Peter while handing him a plate filled with pancakes and drowned in syrup. As Peter takes it, Steve reaches up to mess with Peter’s hair. Peter groans and steps out of reach, sitting down to enjoy the food.

While eating more of the Avengers trickle in and join Peter. First Tony, who enters in and gives Steve a kiss before receiving his plate and sitting next to Peter, then Bruce, followed by Bucky, Wanda, Pietro, Clint, and Natasha. Each greet Peter tiredly before sitting down with their food as well. “Good morning, паук (spider).”

“Morning Тетя нэт.”

“You want me to take you to school?”

“Yeah, let me go get changed and then I’ll be ready.” “Okay, take your time, we still have quite a bit before you’d be considered late.”

Peter quickly gobbles down the rest of his pancakes and runs into his room to get dressed. Then, he grabs his backpack and joins Nat in the elevator to go down into the lobby. The two then get on the motorcycle and ride to his school. The 10 minute ride is spent listening to music in their helmets, something that Peter designed when he first started working with Stark. Then, when Peter gets to school, Nat takes the helmet from him, gives him a kiss on his forehead, and leaves after saying goodbye.

Thus begins his day of terror.

First, he got insulted and beat up by Flash and his goons. Luckily, they only got a few punches in before MJ intervened, which left him with only a few bruises that would most likely disappear by the end of the day. After that he fell asleep in calculus and got woke up by the teacher who asked him for the answer to a hard equation. Somehow, he managed to solve it correctly, despite being incredibly drowsy from sleeping, and save himself the embarrassment.

His terrible, no good, very bad day continued at lunch when he realized that he had forgotten his lunch at home. Ned and MJ both offered some of their food, but he declined, no wanting to take their food. Because of his enhanced metabolism and usually needing to eat 3-5x more food than everyone else, he was left tired and weak for the remainder of the day. This also caused his bruises, which until then had almost been done healing, to be invisible but just as painful as before.

In chemistry, his last class, he could hardly wait for the day to be over so that he could go home, sleep, and eat some of Steve and Bucky’s delicious food. Sadly, just as class was about to end, his teacher told them, “if you guys could stay a few minutes after the bell I have a very important announcement to make.” Peter groans and silently hits his head against the desk in pain. “Dude, are you okay? Was it, you know,” Ned makes a web shooting sign with his hands.

“Way to not be obvious. And kind of. I was up late SM-ing and now I’m super tired and bruised from Flash and his goons.”

“That sucks, but maybe his announcement is exiting.”

“Sure, because when a teacher tells you to stay after class it’s good.”

They’re interrupted by the bell and then their teacher rushing the announcement he wanted to make, “okay guys, you can go in a second. First, however, on your way out grab a field trip permission slip. This Friday we’re going on a field trip to the one and only… Stark Industries!”

The entire class erupted in cheers except for Peter, who slammed his head down on his desk again. Flash seemed to notice and decided to comment on it, “hey, Parker, you scared now that your interning lie is going to be exposed?”

“Shut up, Flash. Just because Peter’s smart enough to get an internship doesn’t mean you need to remind everyone of it every second,” MJ retorts.

Flash stutters before being unable to find a good enough response and turning back to pay attention to the teacher. Thanks, Peter mouths to MJ. she offers a smile in response. Mr. Harrington continues giving the details about the field trip for the next 2 minutes. Then, he finally releases the class. However, just as Peter is about to leave he says, “Peter, can you stay behind please?”

Peter glances nervously at Ned and MJ who shrug nervously and leave the room, although he can see them waiting outside in the hallway talking to each other about what sounds like a riveting conversation on Star Wars. “Peter, I know that you’ve been telling everyone about your “internship” at Stark Industries, and it’s fine to joke about it at school. But Stark Industries is a very prestigious place and you need to respect that. I’m going to have to ask you to not mention your fake internship at Stark Industries, just to save yourself and the school the embarrassment.”

“But, sit. With all due respect, I’m not lying about my internship.”

“And there you go again about it. If you mention it again and I hear, I’m going to have to prevent you from going on the field trip. I’ve already talked to the principal about it and she’s on board with it.”

“Okay sir.” Peter sighs in defeat.

He grabs his stuff and exits the room. MJ and Ned stop their conversation as soon as they see him. “So, what did he want to know about?”

“He told me to not talk about my internship and that if he hears me talking about it again then he’ll stop me from going on the field trip. He thinks that my internship is fake.”

“What? But it’s not. You literally gave him papers signed by Tony, Pepper, and Steve.” Ned says.

“I know, let’s just… not mention it anymore. Okay? I don’t want to deal with it. I guess, they’ll see when we go that I’m not lying.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow.”

“Bye guys.”

The friends split separate ways, and Peter goes to locate Happy. He spots the black car sitting out and smiles when the door opens and he hears Happy’s voice, “come on kid!” He walks to the car and gets in, throwing his backpack into the seat next to him.”

“How was school, kid?”

“It was fine, Happy.”

“What? Did something happen? Usually when you get into the car after school you talk my ear off unless I have food for you, and even then you find a way to continue talking.”

“Yeah, just a rough day and I’m tired. Thanks for your concern though.”

They remain silent the rest of the trip, although Peter does notice Happy glancing back at him every once in a while with a worried look. When they arrive the two say their goodbyes and Peter enters Stark Industries. Instead of going through the scanner, like everyone else usually has to do, he just waves to the security guard and walks straight to the elevator. “Welcome back home, BabyStark. Would you like me to alert the other’s of your arrival?” FRIDAY asks.

Peter groans at the nickname, “thanks FRIDAY. No, I'll find them myself. Who told you to call me that?”

“BirdBrain #1 has set the command.”

“I thought Mr. Stark told you not to listen to Clint.”

“Boss actually approved of it. You have arrived at the penthouse.” “Thanks FRIDAY. And please don’t call me.” “Changing BabyStark’s name to Mini-Stark.”

Peter sighs, knowing that “Mini-Stark” was probably the best he was going to get. He thanks FRIDAY as he leaves the elevator. The people in the penthouse say their hellos to Peter, Bucky and Steve from the kitchen, Clint and Sam from the couch where they’re playing mario kart, and Wanda and Pietro from the corner where they’re listening to music and Wanda is reading a book. He smiles and nods before asking, “where’s Nat?”

“Right here маленький паук (little spider) . You want to go train?” Nat answers, walking out from a side hallway.

“Gosh yes. I need to get rid of some stress.”

“And the best way to do that is by getting beat up by a master assassin?” Sam asks.

“Shut up, Bird Brain, before I use you as a punching bag.”

Sam stops talking immediately and goes back to focusing on the screen where Clint has just taken first place. Peter smiles at Nat and throws his backpack to the side before going back into the elevator to go down to the training level.

-time skip to them about to fight-

“You remember everything I told you last time?”

“Take every opportunity I can, go all out, no surrender till they surrender unless you have to surrender.”

She laughs, “basically. Alright let’s go.”

They circle each other at first, each waiting to see if the other will make the first move. Natasha, tired of waiting, quickly moves forward and throws the first punch. Of course, Peter’s spider sense tells him what to do and he moves to the side, avoiding the punch.

Unfortunately for Peter, that’s what she was anticipating. She takes the chance to kick him in the ribs, hard. He kicks her in the stomach, knocking her to the floor and giving him a second to recover while planning his next move. She kicks her leg out and sweeps him off his feet, causing him to fall down too. She leans back on her hands and pushes up, he does the same.

They meet up, going back and forth exchanging punch after punch. Finally, she goes in for the kill, kicking him back and flipping over to knock him down. Finally, she gets him on the ground and they fight there for a second. One has the other down for a few seconds before they manage to flip or fight their way out and pin the other. Finally, Natasha manages to pin Peter to the mat and where he can’t move at all. He taps the ground twice and she lets him go, standing up before helping him up. “That was good, you lasted longer than last time.”

“Yeah, but I still can’t beat you.”

“You also haven’t been trained in this stuff since you were young like me. You’ll get here some day.” “Yeah, when you’re 80 and retired. And even then I probably won’t. I’ll get beat up by an 80 year old woman.”

She chuckles and ruffles his hair. Suddenly, FRIDAY’s voice comes on from the ceiling, “Metal arm would like you to know that dinner is ready.”

“Alright, thanks FRIDAY. We’ll be up in a sec.” They quickly get their stuff together and head into the elevator to go up to dinner.

-time skip to the middle of dinner brought to you by laziness ✌-

“So, Pete. is there anything that happened in school today that you want to tell us about…?” Wanda randomly asks in the middle of dinner, disrupting all current dinner talk so everyone could stare at Peter.

“I- uh… no?”

“You sure?” She holds up a piece of paper that Peter recognizes to be the permission slip.

Shoot. “Uh… that’s, I don’t know what that is. I think that’s old from the last time.”

“What is, Peter. Wanda, what is it?” Steve asks, confused.

“It seems like our little spider here is going on a field trip.”

“Oh that’s cool. Where to?”

“Nowhere important. They’re always boring so it won’t be fun…”

“What, you think the place you live is boring?”

“Wait… oh my freaking goodness. Ah, this is golden.�� Bucky rambles, finally understanding what’s happening.

“Wait, Peter. Are you coming here for the field trip?” Tony asks.

“You own the place, how could you not know?” Peter says.

“I mean, I accepted a school to come here, I didn’t realize it was yours. I wasn’t really paying attention to it. But this is going to be awesome… we’re going to embarrass you so much.” “What! No. You can’t do that. Pepper… please. Stop them.”

“I’d try Peter but you know they don’t listen to me anymore. I’m sorry you’ll just have to try and survive.”

“Ughh… why me?” he groans.

“You’ll be fine Peter. We’re just going to have a little fun.”

#irondad #peterparker #avengers #domesticavengers #spiderman #fieldtripau #spiderson #spideypool #spidermom

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brown-bi-beautiful · 4 years

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Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

Series Masterlist

Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy, and Sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.), language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n (Duh), Steve Rogers (Duh again), Kyle (OMC), Sharon Carter, Wanda Maximoff.

Words: 2.9k

Chapter Warning: Language. That’s pretty much it.

CHAPTER ONE

You were happy. Your life was finally on track. You had two jobs that paid enough for your bills and if you keep working just a few more months and you will be able to pay back all of your college loans with interest. You finally got enough courage to stand up to your asshole boyfriend and broke up with him. And to top it all off it was your 21st birthday. It was the best day of your life right? Wrong. As soon as the words fell from your colleague's mouth that “Ed is calling you to his office.” You knew what it was about. All the smiles drained from your face. He didn’t call you this morning to ask you to take the day shift, he called you to fire you. But you went to his office anyway with that little hope in your heart that maybe, just maybe he was calling you to give you a birthday bonus and not to fire you. But knowing the cheap motherfucker he is, that’s probably not gonna happen.

“Ed, you called?” You asked as you poked your head inside after giving two knocks. You were trying so hard to keep it all together and not to burst out with tears already.

“Y/n.....Hey, first of all, happy birthday.” He said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes

“So, you remember my birthday?” You asked. Maybe he wasn’t actually going to fire you. You told your inner self to not get her hopes up.

“Yeah, Chloe reminded me when she saw your friend’s post on Instagram.” He said, making it clear that you were not important enough to remember your birthday. “Look I’m not gonna spin my words and make things complicated, I’m just gonna come straight with this OK? I’m sorry to do this on your birthday but the restaurant is not doing as great as it was a few weeks ago.” You wanted to call on his bullshit, you knew the restaurant was doing just fine, even better you would say, but you decided to stay quiet. “It was a hard decision to make.” Again bullshit, he hated your guts for some reason, if anything he jumped on the opportunity to fire you. “We discussed it for a whole week and decided that we have to let you go. Since you are the one who needs this job the least as you already have another one.” So that was the actual reason.

You wanted to scream at him and throw your shoe at him and insult him and call him an asshole but then you reminded yourself that you were 21 now, You have to act mature. So you just smiled at him and gave him a nod. You have to say he was pretty surprised at your reaction, he didn’t expect you to act so maturely, after all, you were a little famous for throwing tantrums.

“We’ll miss you,” Chloe added and you gave her a smile, she actually was a pretty sweet girl, you had no idea how did she put up with this asshole.

“I’ll miss you guys too.” You said and walked back to the locker room. You took off the restaurant’s black and purple hideous t-shirt and put on the shirt you wore this morning. “Did he actually fire you?” A voice said behind you and you turn to look at one of your good friends Kyle. As soon as you looked at him a single tear left your eyes. You nodded your head and he wrapped his arms around you. “It’s my birthday.” You sniffed against his chest.

“I know. Hey, it's okay. You’ll definitely find a better one I promise.” He said with a comfortable tone and stroked your hair. You nodded with a small smile. “What did you say to him?” He asked.

“Nothing, I don’t wanna act like an immature baby and throw tantrums at him. I took it like a big girl.”

“Huh.. now that’s new. How about you be immature just one more time.” He said and you gave him a confused look. “He’s a big asshole for firing you, you know? Even bigger for doing it on your birthday, so how about you tell him what big of an asshole he is before you go.” He explained and a smirk made its way on your lips. You took your purse and stormed to the middle of the restaurant.

“Hey, Ed.” You called out and everyone turned to look at you when Ed made his way out of his office you started talking again. “You know you’re an asshole right? You’re a jealous asshole who can’t stand his colleagues when they start earning more than him so he fires them on their birthday, but you know what fuck you and your shitty restaurant and I’m gonna find a better job where the boss is not a dick. And stop sending dick pics to your employees you fucking pervert.” His face turned red as you revealed his dirty little secret in front of the whole restaurant. Kyle winked at you as you throw up both of your middle fingers and walked out of the restaurant.

*******

“You actually said that?” Wanda asked as you continued sobbing and nodded your head. “Did he ever send you any?” She asked.

“No, but he d-did to some of my friends.” You said between sobs and rub your nose in the hanky that Wanda gave you.

“Oh my god, is she still crying?” Sharon said as she walked into the apartment and took off her shoe. “I left an hour ago, y/n, you can’t be still crying.” She said and sat beside you. “I can’t help it.” You said between the sobs again. As soon as you left the restaurant you came to the apartment that the two of your best friends shared. And you started crying as soon as Wanda asked you what happened. Sharon instantly volunteered to go out and bring some of your favorite food to calm you down. “Here, I got your favorite ice cream.” She said pulling out a big tub of mint chocolate chip and you instantly stopped crying and pulled her in a bear hug. You have no idea what would you ever do without these two here.

After the three of you finished the whole tub of ice cream and Three full movies of twilight it was 6 in the evening. You were in a better mood again.

“I hate that movie,” Wanda stated as she licked the remaining of her bowl.

“Yeah, me too.” You said snuggling closer to Sharon.

“Yeah, twilight sucks.......why were we watching it again?” Sharon asked.

“Because we like to say we hate it but we love to hate it.” You said and they nodded their head like you made total sense.

“Ok, Get up, both of you. Get ready. We need to leave at 11.” Sharon said as she pulled away from the comforter from you and Wanda and gestured for you to get up.

“Where are we going?” You asked with a confused eyebrow.

“It’s your 21st birthday and we are not gonna waste it. We’re going to a club and we are gonna look hot and we are gonna drink a lot of alcohol.” Sharon said firmly.

“Sharon I don’t think so, I mean, I just lost my job and-”

“So? you’re gonna get another one. You can’t just sit here like a fucking sloth till then.” She said and Wanda nodded along as both of them stood in front of you with their hands on their hips.

“I don’t have anything here.” You said.

“Wear something mine.” Wanda suggested and your eyes lit up “Except for the red dress.” She said when she saw your smirk.

“Come on.”

“You can have my whole closet but that dress.”

“But It's my birthday.” You pouted with puppy dog eyes. No one, no one can resist your puppy dog eyes. So that’s why four and half hours later you were standing in front of Wanda’s trailer giving the final touch to your make-up. The said red dress was hugging your every curve like it was tailored specially for you. The hem landed on your mid-thigh, the plunging neckline was showing more than enough amount of your cleavage, the back was made of four strings. She gave you her black pumps which were a little too higher than your usual shoes. Your hairs were curled perfectly by her. Wanda gleamed at you as she admired her work.

“God, you’re gonna turn some head.” Sharon complimented as she walked in and as always she was looking wonderful. She was wearing a dark blue halter neck dress and Wanda was wearing the same dress as yours but in black.

The cab was in front of their apartment in fifteen minutes. There was no doubt that clubs in New York were great but they were even greater when your friend’s bouncer friend is on door duty so as soon as the three of you arrived, Wanda smiled at the man standing on the gate and he let you in instantly making the people in the long line behind you groan out in frustration.

Sharon pulled both of you to the floor as soon as you entered the club, the music was so loud that you forgot about your shitty day completely. “Shots?” Wanda asked after a song and you nodded. You kept swaying your hips as you reached the bar. “Kamikaze. three each.” You said to the bartender and he started making your drinks with a smile on his face which you could bet was fake.

He lined up the shots in front of you and the three of you took ‘em within ten seconds. “More,” Sharon yelled and he lined up three more. After drinking five shots each, three of you got back to the floor.

After what felt like hours Wanda tucked on your arm and said. “Look at those guys, they are hot,” Wanda said pointed at a group of businessmen sitting around a table who looked too rich to be here. They were definitely a lot older than the three of you. Your eyes instantly met with the blond man with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. He was already looking at you with an unreadable look on his face. “I called dibs on the blonde, He’s hot,” Sharon said as she looked at the said man who was already looking at you. You felt a slight punch of jealousy in your chest as she eyed him up, or maybe it was just the alcohol.

“Ok, my legs are gonna give out, I’m gonna take a seat,” Sharon said as she moved to the other corner of the club. “Yeah, me too. You coming?” Wanda asked you and you shook your head, not taking your eyes off the blond man.

You don’t know what came over you but you bit your lips and started dancing more sensually than you ever did before, your hands roaming over your own body. He looked like he was enjoying the show way too much, you were pretty sure you could see his boner if it wasn’t so dark. He smirked at you as you swayed your hips.

The little bit of conscience that was left in you was telling you to stop it, that it wasn’t you. You were not like this. But you shut it off and kept dancing. Giving him a show.

A hand tapped on your shoulder and you came to face with a very familiar face and your eyes lit up. “Kyle.” You exclaimed and jumped into his arm. He hugged you tightly and pulled you up from the ground. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Sharon invited me.” He replied. Kyle has a crush on Sharon ever since you have introduced the two of them. He made you promise him that you will never tell her anything about it, you have told him so many times to just ask her out but he keeps saying she’s way out of his league.

“I didn’t know you would want to hang out with three girls on a Saturday night otherwise I would have asked you to come myself.” You said as you leaned into him due to the loud music, his hands were firmly rested on your waist in a friendly manner but it was enough to make the blond man across the room slightly jealous.

“Well, it wasn’t my plan either, I was gonna do some bowling with my brothers but then Sharon called, and you know I can’t say no to that woman.” He said making you laugh. “I’m gonna go say Hi to her and Wanda and then we’re gonna do some shots OK?” He said loudly over the music and you nodded before pushing him where Sharon and Wanda are sitting.

You turn around to look for your hot stranger again but much to your dismay he was not sitting there anymore. You frowned as your eyes searched the crowd looking for the blond man who has caught your eyes.

“You looking for someone?” said a husky voice behind you as hot breath ran down your spine. You spun around so quickly that you almost lost your balance but before you could fall your stranger stretched his arm and grabbed you by your waist. “Careful, sweetheart, wouldn’t want that beautiful face to have a scratch on it.” He said as he pulled you close to him and started dancing with you. His grip on your waist was hard, it made you wonder how his strong hands would feel on other parts of your body. You subconsciously started grinding on him and he growled in your ear before grabbing a handful of your ass making you moan out at his sudden action.

In quick action, he turned you around and pulled you to his chest. His hard member was pressed up against your ass and you ground on it. His hands holding your waist roughly. he leaned down to press his lips against your ear and said “That was a nice show you put up for me, does your boyfriend knows you are dancing for a strange man like that?” he asked.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you replied as you pressed your head against his chest. God, he was so strong and manly, so different from all the boys you’ve been with. They were just that, boys, but he was a man and you’ve always craved a man.

“Good, ‘cause once I like something, I hate to share it with someone else.” He said making your heart flutter.

“Do you want to get out of here?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Next time, Doll.” He said as he leaned down to kiss your neck before walking away from you. You turned to see as he walked away from you, his eyes didn’t leave yours till he disappeared into the crowd. Leaving you there, craving for more. Your heart became heavy with disappointment.

But he had said ‘next time. Did he actually mean something by it or was he just letting you down easy, so that the rejection wouldn’t hurt much? But he also said he liked you. Before your mind could overthink the whole situation your friends walked up to you.

“Where have you been lost, girl. We’ve been calling for you.” Kyle said and you turned to look at the three of them. “Huh?” was all that left your mouth.

“Let’s do more shots,” Wanda yelled over the crowd making you laugh at her enthusiasm. “I’m good you guys go.” You said.

“Partypooper.“ Sharon said.

“You promised me,” Kyle said.

“But-”

“No buts, let’s go.” Sharon dragged you to the bar. After a few more drinks you guys were ready to go home. You pulled out your card to give it to the bartender to pay for the drinks but he shook his head making you frown.

“Your tab’s been paid for.” the bartender told you.

“What? Who paid for it?”

“A very generous gentleman. I don’t know his name but he was very blond, said he knew you.” The bartender said and you knew exactly who he was talking about. Why would he reject me and then pay for our drinks? You thought.

“Woah Alex has a secret admirer!” Wanda exclaimed making Sharon and Kyle laugh. A blush made its way on your face but you reminded yourself you have to pay him back. You can’t let a random stranger pay for your shit.

“How much he gave you?” You asked.

“A thousand dollars said it would cover you for the night and the rest was a tip.” He said making your eyes wide like a saucer, not just yours your friends’ too.

A thousand fucking dollars!? that’s more than I have in my account right now. how am I supposed to pay him back?

“Woah, he was generous,” said Sharon.

After that Sharon and Wanda took a cab home and Kyle dropped you at your sister’s house where you were leaving. When you got inside Your sister, her husband and their kids were already sleeping. You went to your room as quietly as you can. You quickly took off your dress, did your night routine, and fell on the bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about the blue-eyed stranger the whole night, even as you slept he was on your mind.

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CHAPTER TWO

A/N: This chapter was more like a prologue, the main thing starts from the next one. Like if you like the chapter if there’s something you didn’t like feel free to tell me in the comments or in the asks, If you want to be tagged send me and ask.

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ashyblondwaves · 3 years

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Thoughts

First of all please write that enemies with benefits thing that “stupid fucking bitch” and “red bastard” shit killed me. Like little vignettes of them hurling insults while they try not to break their kiss AND while they’re trying to get naked as fast as possible?? Immaculate.

Can Vision take a whole one of Wanda’s titties in his mouth at a time? Does he try his best to do it with each of her ass cheeks?

Does Wanda like getting her hair pulled? Does Vision put on his human disguise so Wanda can pull his hair?

Which one likes calling/being called a dirty slut more?

Have they ever fucked in public in an alley or something after a battle bc adrenaline?

Vision in leather chaps?? Thoughts?? A cowboy hat would also be acceptable?

What are Wanda and Vision’s craziest fantasies individually? Have they had some of the best sex of their lives because they tried something new?

Are Wanda and Vision the hottest parents on the PTA?? Are they each oblivious to how hot they themselves are but stare daggers when the hoes are staring at their spouse who is objectively hot AF??

Fun possible angst trope/ idea/hc?

Fun fluff idea/hc?

New and fun smut idea/hc??

Any no powers AU ideas?

In what scenario(s) could you imagine either Wanda or Vision being super overprotective of their partner/family?

Do you have any hc’s for either of them coming home from a mission and the other one breaks down because they thought they might never see them again?

Are they as obsessed with each other as everyone thinks? Are they touching at all times? Do they know?

Also when Wanda was pregnant with the twins she had some sort of one fish two fish red fish blue fish or some other kind of twin themed outfit on. Vision repped Dr. Suess in some other way.

Does Wanda jump Vision whenever she gets the chance? Like is he washing dishes she sneaks up behind him and whisper some nasty shit to let him know it’s on? Does Vision do this to Wanda?

Have the team ever been looking for Wanda and Vision just to find them curled up in the blankies with everything covered but still naked and Vision is just snoozing on a titty?

Would Wanda ever get her nipples pierced? I’m projecting lol this is a goal of mine to get them pierced soon.

Would Vision get his human nipples pierced? Would he stan Wanda getting hers?

Where is the weirdest place they’ve found hickies on their bodies?

What is the weirdest place the team has seen hickies on their bodies?

Has anybody ever seen bruises on Wanda’s wrists or neck from Vision’s big ass hands and asked if she was ok and she’s like oh yeah they’re not those kind of bruises so she blushes and leaves?

Has Wanda accidentally read someone else’s mind while she and Vision were fucking because she lost control of her powers? Was it some weird shit?

Have a fun night!!

Second of all do you think they wear some kinky ass outfits in the bedroom sometimes? Like full leather and whip type shit? I could see dom Wanda whipping Vision. Or Vision dressing as a professor by putting on a blazer and glasses? Whooo boy. You just put your finger on the pulse of one of my kinks. The professor kink. Professor Vision. YES PLEASE.

Can Vision take a whole one of Wanda’s titties in his mouth at a time? Does he try his best to do it with each of her ass cheeks? That’d have to be one awfully big mouth to do that, so probably not!

Does Wanda like getting her hair pulled? Does Vision put on his human disguise so Wanda can pull his hair? Yes and YES. Sometimes Wanda just needs a handful of that blond hair while he’s going down on her or really getting in there with some good ol’ missionary.

Which one likes calling/being called a dirty slut more? I’m not sure either one do but I had to choose, probably Vision.

Have they ever fucked in public in an alley or something after a battle bc adrenaline? Kissed? Absolutely. Groped? You bet! Full on fucked? Not yet but probably one day at the rate they’re going.

Vision in leather chaps?? Thoughts?? A cowboy hat would also be acceptable? Let’s go with assless chaps, no hat and maybe a lasso?

What are Wanda and Vision’s craziest fantasies individually? Have they had some of the best sex of their lives because they tried something new? Vision wants to be tied up and edged while Wanda recently discovered she wants people to almost catch them. She’s always trying to get Vision to do something where people might see or catch wind of things. After years of being secretive, she’s done with that.

Are Wanda and Vision the hottest parents on the PTA?? Are they each oblivious to how hot they themselves are but stare daggers when the hoes are staring at their spouse who is objectively hot AF?? Absolutely yes! They both hot and they’re Avengers. Can’t really get much hotter than that. The commoners want in on that Avengers swag, but it’s not gonna happen.

Fun possible angst trope/ idea/hc? There was a scare during the twins’ pregnancy. Wanda went an entire day without feeling either of them move and spent that time thinking the absolute worst. Then she had some spicy food and it woke those boys up.

Fun fluff idea/hc? Vision doesn’t understand football. I mean, he understands the rules and the strategy and can appreciate that but he just doesn’t get the point of throwing a ball around. He does it though for the boys sake and they love him for it.

New and fun smut idea/hc?? Now that I brought up Wanda wanting to do it and almost get caught I have this idea that they rent a hotel with a big window. Think of the window in IW and they just fuck against this window for anyone walking by to see if they look up at the right time.

Any no powers AU ideas? Besides The Playlist? Nothing at the moment but that can change with the tiniest of pushes LOL.

In what scenario(s) could you imagine either Wanda or Vision being super overprotective of their partner/family? It’s all about those big bad guys they fight. They want to protect the boys from that world at first, until the boys show their powers and they realize there’s no shielding them from it. As it was said in WV, they were born for it.

Do you have any hc’s for either of them coming home from a mission and the other one breaks down because they thought they might never see them again? This happens a lot. Almost every time one of them goes on a solo/mission without the other. Anxiety and bad thoughts take over, even for Vision and his logical self. So the minute either of them walk in the door, they’re right there to greet them in relief and tears and unrealistic promises to always come home to the other (cause who can promise that for real? :’()

Are they as obsessed with each other as everyone thinks? Are they touching at all times? Do they know? I mean it sure as hell seems like it. Something that I headcanon is that Hex Vision is the real Vision in the sense that, this is who Wanda knows. She created him, afterall. That side of him we see in Westview is still him, just that side Wanda gets and he may have kept hidden from others. But that’s just my headcanon.

Do they have any matching outfits? My headcanon is that the whole family wears matching sweats or tshirts or something every year for a picture. And when Wanda is pregnant with the boys or with Flo, her shirt/ sweatshirt says big bird and everybody else’s is a different Sesame Street character. That’s so cute! They definitely coordinate outfits for pictures and maybe all wear cheesy things for holidays (Vision’s idea, let’s be real) like matching pajamas.

Also when Wanda was pregnant with the twins she had some sort of one fish two fish red fish blue fish or some other kind of twin themed outfit on. Vision repped Dr. Suess in some other way. Thing 1 and Thing 2, yo! Not that the boys are “things” but you know. To stay with the twin thing.

Does Wanda jump Vision whenever she gets the chance? Like is he washing dishes she sneaks up behind him and whisper some nasty shit to let him know it’s on? Does Vision do this to Wanda? Wanda is ready whenever Vision does anything domestic. Washing dishes is a big one for her. Those sleeves are rolled up, he’s looking fine as hell and Wanda definitely takes advantage. Vision returns the favor too, usually during more quiet moments where he can tell her how beautiful she is but then get really dirty about it.

Have the team ever been looking for Wanda and Vision just to find them curled up in the blankies with everything covered but still naked and Vision is just snoozing on a titty? Snoozing on a titty lmao. That’s great. I bet the team has totally found them in weird states of undress before. That’s just the risk you take when two Avengers get together.

Would Wanda ever get her nipples pierced? I’m projecting lol this is a goal of mine to get them pierced soon. I could see this. Maybe in the AoU days or something, just a spontaneous decision to do something a little wild. Good luck on your piercings. Sending you good vibes to heal perfectly.

Would Vision get his human nipples pierced? Would he stan Wanda getting hers? I don’t see Vision being a nip piercing kind of dude but he would absolutely support Wanda if she decided to do it.

Where is the weirdest place they’ve found hickies on their bodies? Wanda has found them all over. Weirdest place, right under her armpit.

What is the weirdest place the team has seen hickies on their bodies? Nat saw some mark on Wanda’s inner thigh that she knew were hickies or bite marks. Wanda said they were bruises from training but then eventually spilled the beans.

Has anybody ever seen bruises on Wanda’s wrists or neck from Vision’s big ass hands and asked if she was ok and she’s like oh yeah they’re not those kind of bruises so she blushes and leaves? Nah. Vision is typically gentle with Wanda with his hands, knowing how easily she would probably bruise if he used more strength. He wouldn’t leave her to walk around with actual bruises on her wrists or anything. Maybe on her ass from holding her while she rides him, but that’s about it.

Has Wanda accidentally read someone else’s mind while she and Vision were fucking because she lost control of her powers? Was it some weird shit? Not yet but it could always happen ;)

Have a fun night!! You too! Thanks for stopping by with fun questions for me!

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ourquicksilvered · 4 years

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Fake Love

Bucky x Black!Reader

warnings: Smut

Bucky still isn’t trusted by civilians and the media also paints him out to be an unforgivable villain. Luckily Tony has a solution.

"No, I can't just ask her that. It's awkward and I'm not completely sure if I want to do this myself." I hear Bucky say as I walk into the lounge.

He, Steve and Sam were sitting in the common area couch in the middle of the room with Tony. On the television in front of them was yet another stupid tv host talking about Avenger gossip and how Bucky is apparently evil itself. Honestly it drove me crazy how they'd just drag his name through the mud like they knew him or as though he was in his right mind as the Winter Soldier.

"Why're y'all watching this shit?" I roll my eyes, walking into the connecting kitchen to fix myself a glass of minute maid lemonade.

"I was just explaining to Bucky that people really believe this bullshit and that it wouldn't hurt if we created some good PR for him." Tony explained.

While Sam and Steve looked like they completely disagreed with Tony, Bucky looked on the fence about it. But Tony did have a point. It's worked somewhat for Clint and Natasha as far as people accepting the fact that they were formerly assassins.

"I agree. I mean it's helped Clint and Nat. And since Wanda started going to school, people look at her as a normal-ish teen." I shrugged and took a seat next to Sam.

"But wait til he tells you how he wants to create good PR." Steve says crossing his arms.

"I was thinking you two could fake date. Or at least spend a lot more time together so the people can see that it's not just his childhood best friend that likes and trusts him." Tony says casually and I look at him like he’s grown a third head and laugh.

"That is the most cliché thing I've ever heard. Like sum' out of a cheesy rom com. Why can’t Nat do it? She's the "sexiest female avenger".”

To be honest it did bother me a little that Natasha was declared the sexiest because even though I'm very confident in myself, I realize that Natasha with her flawless white skin, curves, and thickness, she fits America's fucked up beauty standards and not me with my brown skin, locs and lean frame.

"Y/n it was just Cosmo that said that and plus Nat hasn't entirely redeemed herself in the people's eyes. Then Wanda is too young, which leaves you." Tony says and I roll my eyes.

"But not only are you incredibly beautiful, but you're the most followed on social media and the 'bad girl' on the team according to Allure. Which all makes you perfect for this. You could make Bucky likable." Tony explains trying to save his ass while still finding a way to subtly insult Bucky.

I know he was only doing this for the sake of the team and hasn’t really forgiven Bucky himself.

"Don't pressure her Stark," Bucky rolls his eyes, "Y/N you don't have to do this."

"Whatever. I'm single, could use a few free meals." I shrug, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach.

"I'll have to think about it some more." Bucky shrugs and I nod.

"I can't believe you guys are agreeing to this." Sam shakes his head laughing.

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I grip the sheets tighter and my back arches as my lover sends me to my climax. Once a slight moan escapes my mouth, he covers my mouth.

"You gotta be a good girl and stay quiet for me." He whispers with a devilish smirk.

I pull him up to my level by his hair and purr into ear, "But you and I both know I'm not a good girl."

This gets him even more turned on, causing him to roughly throw my leg over his shoulder go rougher.

"I do know that. Just like I know that this belongs to me and me only." He whispers, thrusting with each word.

It takes everything in me to hold in my moans, especially after he flips me over and takes me from behind, gripping my shoulder tightly. He then grabs my neck, choking me a bit as he pushes it down into the pillow. He relentlessly pounds into me, quickly bringing us almost to our climax but pulls out, laying on his back.

"Bring it on home." My lover says, pulling me onto his lap.

I ride him like a bat out of hell, determined to get us both off.

"Shit." He grips my waist while he hits his climax, me following suit.

I roll off of Bucky slightly panting and lay on my side after yet another night of our mind blowing sex. I put some distance between us, needing to cool down. Unbeknownst to the rest of our team -except maybe Steve- Bucky and I have been sleeping with each other for months.

We decided that it’d work out perfectly considering that he doesn't feel like he's mentally ready or himself enough to be in a relationship, and I myself am afraid of commitment. The perfect match...I guess. Of course, with Bucky being the charming, sweet guy that he is, and with me truly enjoying conversation with him, I've gained feelings that I'm not even sure are reciprocated.

I could actually imagine being committed to him, but I’m tired of his reserved nature outside the bedroom. You wouldn't really guess that Bucky was remotely interested in me other than a few sneaky glances at me and slight conversation in front of others when he has to, like this afternoon. But in bed, he's the sweetest person and we’ve shared secrets that no one on the team even knows.

While I do have my other secret affairs with other men, there’s something about Bucky that’s just different. I know that I could commit to him in a monogamous relationship but considering that that’s not even what he wants right now, I guess there’s nothing to worry about. I guess my fear is him getting tired of me. I'm slowly getting frustrated with this little game of hot and cold, that part of me is hoping that with this 'fake' dating, he'd finally become consistent in his feelings for me.

"So Buck, what do you really think about this whole publicity stunt?" I innocently ask, running my fingers down his chest.

He takes a deep breath, while I hold mine dreading his answer.

"I don't really think it's a good idea. Someone might gain feelings." Bucky sighs, bringing his hand up to his forehead.

Maybe I’m just being sensitive but I felt like that was him insinuating that I would be the one to gain feelings for him that wouldn’t be returned. I hold back the tears forming in my eyes at the rejection and thank the darkness for masking it.

"Buck, if it's you being afraid that I'll gain feelings, I can assure you that I won't. I mean the sex with you is great-- mind-blowing even. But I do still see other men that can do it just as well." I slightly lie. I mean I do have other lovers which is no secret to him but the sex isn’t nearly as great with any of them.

Moving to get out of bed so I could look for my clothes, I suddenly stop as he holds onto my wrist.

"They can give you the same? Even though you tell me how your body is mine? Or how loud you moan for me and how wet you get for me?" He asks, moving closer to me and placing a hand on the small of my back.

"Yeah, in bed you're incredible. But outside of it, it's different--we're different. We don't fit and that's okay cos there’s no worry of things getting complicated." I choose my words wisely, as I look up at him pulling away from him and putting my underwear on.

"I'm pretty sure you know how well I fit in you." He looks down at me and smirks but then pauses for a second, thinking.

"You know what, let's do it. If you think you won’t gain feelings. But no more sex after tonight." He says seriously reaching out to shake on it.

"I could say the same for you Barnes." I smirk shaking his hand and letting him pull me back into bed for the last time.

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Today is day one of Tony's masterplan. He believed that in order to make this whole thing believable, Bucky and I can't seem like we're suddenly in a relationship.

1) Phase one be seen with each other casually hanging out and slight flirting.

2) Phase two start posting mysterious videos and photos on social media of just the two of us.

3) Only after it's speculated that we’re together, be a bit touchier in public and neither confirm nor deny it until Tony gets me an interview with a major pop culture news outlet.

It seemed simple enough. Bucky thought this whole thing was being taken way too seriously but he also didn't know about today's pop culture.

"You ready, Y/n?" Bucky asks in a bored tone from the other side of my door, breaking me from my thoughts.

He didn't seem too enthused about being seen together out in public acting cutesy. Of course it kinda stung, because this was something that I expect of my other flings. I thought of all people, Bucky wouldn’t be ashamed of me. But at least this shows me that I really couldn't have anything deeper with Bucky. I deserve a man that would proudly show me off. It's funny how that after we start the fake dating is when slowly but surely I'm getting over him.

"One sec!" I call out, slipping on my black ankle boots and then straightening my outfit.

I was getting ready for our first outing and wasn't sure what to wear because I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard. I finally decided on a black, lace bralette with a red flannel shirt tied over it and tucked into a pair of black jeans.

"Ready." I say walking out into the hallway.

Bucky was leaning against the opposite wall, looking me up and down before smirking. The man looked like a tall glass of water in his black jeans, Timberland boots, and simple white T. Once Sam and I showed Bucky and Steve how men from Brooklyn dress today, Bucky feel in love with the typical Brooklyn style. I look down, feeling my face heat up. I hate that he had this effect on me, without even having to use words...Of course he was only smirking at me and undressing me with his eyes because it was just us two in the hall. I pull myself together and put on my sunglasses, trying to hide the fact that I was drooling over the man.

"So, what did Stark plan for us today?" He asks pushing off the wall.

"He suggested that you maybe give me a tour of Coney Island, you buy me ice cream, I laugh at your jokes and we subtly flirt." I say, holding my hand out to him.

"Sounds good to me, I guess." He shrugs and holds onto my hand with his flesh one so that I could teleport the two of us to Brooklyn.

Upon arrival, we immediately let go of each other and I fake shyly look away, but really scoping out our surroundings.

"There's a teen video taping us on his phone." I say lowly to Bucky, holding onto his metal arm flirtatiously.

He nods, looking down at me and biting his lip.

I'd be lying if I told you that that small action didn't make my heart hammer in my chest. Rather than looking for the teen, he takes my word for it and moves closer to me as we walk around, looking for something to do. He begins to show me around, telling me some of the things that he and Steve used to do back in the day and the places where Steve often got beaten up.

"Is that the Cyclone? It's still here?" Bucky asks incredulously, looking at the massive roller coaster in front of him.

"Yeah, Steve told me about your Cyclone misadventure where he threw up on your shoes." I say laughing slightly.

I loved when Steve told me stories about him and Bucky, it seemed to be when he was happiest.

"I remember that! Poor punk couldn't handle all the dips," He pauses, "Have you ever ridden it?"

"Hell no! That thing is ancient!" I exclaim pointing at the ride, causing people to stare.

"C'mon, is the badass avenger scared of heights?" Bucky teases.

I wish I could take a picture of this moment. Where he's smirking down at me with his eyes full of mischief.

I sigh heavily looking into his lively blue eyes, "Okay, I'll do it."

He practically drags me to the line.

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"I still can't believe the Cyclone still exists." Bucky shakes his head smiling.

"I still can't believe you talked me into going on it." I say shivering at the idea that I actually went on a roller coaster from the early 1900s.

"You looked so--" Bucky begins but gets cut off by a crowd of paparazzi that just seemed to appear out of thin air.

"Y/n! Are you and the Winter Soldier dating?" One pap asks, intruding my personal space.

Bucky instinctively puts his arm around me and pulls me close.

"Y/n are you not scared to be dating a former assassin?" Another one asks, getting a little too close as well.

"Hey, Buck? Wanna jus' continue this at the compound?" I ask not so subtly, letting the paparazzi to assume we're dating.

I could tell the questions hit a nerve with him, so the second he nodded I teleported is back to the compound. He pulls away as soon as we get there, causing me to frown but I quickly recover. Slowly but surely I know I will be getting over Bucky and his wishy washy behavior.

I didn't even bother to ask if he was alright as I walk back to my room. I flopped down onto my bed wondering why in the hell did I agree to do this thinking that he'd miraculously fall for me.

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I realized by the second week of this fake dating that our relationship wasn't going to be the same. He was so afraid of me gaining feelings that he touched me a lot less unless we were in front of a camera, and then he started talking to me less. I constantly found myself questioning why I was still playing along with this fake dating when all it does is create heartbreak and now I have to go do my interview tomorrow morning, pretending that everything is fine and I'm head over heels for him.

Which reminds me that I have to post this obviously staged photo that Tony took of me and Bucky passed out on the couch together. If it weren't so fake, it'd be the cutest moment.

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Steve Rogers was always observant. He was always the first to notice if someone did something different with their hair, if something wasn't in its usual spot or if someone was acting out of character. So it came as no surprise that Steve was able to notice that something wasn't right between you and Bucky. Of course he knew you two had been sleeping together which is why he disagreed with the whole plan, not wanting either of you to get hurt. He also knew that Bucky really and truly liked you and sometimes wouldn't even shut up about you although he'd never reveal that to you. Bucky was afraid that he wasn't good for you and was trying to push you away but Steve decided that he's not going to let his best friend ruin what might be his only shot at love with an incredible woman like you.

He marched right up to Bucky's door, pausing when he heard something being thrown against the room.

"You okay pal?" Steve asks, after knocking on the door.

In seconds, it was opened showing a disheveled looking Bucky. Bucky sighs, opening his door for Steve and letting him in.

"I'm fine, Steve." Bucky runs his hands through his hair, flopping into his bed but Steve rolls his eyes knowing obviously something was up.

"It's whatever's going on between you and Y/n isn't it? This is why I didn't want you guys doing this in the first place." Steve says after closing the door behind him.

"I only agreed to it because I wanted to sort of test out if I really could be with her. If she’d want to be with me." Bucky explains, flopping onto his bed, dejected.

"And?" Steve crosses his arms.

"I'm not good enough for her Steve. She's even said how 'we're not good for each other'. And she's right deserves someone that people aren’t afraid of. The past two weeks people have constantly asked how she isn't afraid of hurt her and—" Bucky continues but Steve cuts him off.

"Obviously it doesn't matter what they say or think. And you and I both know that the reason you two don't 'fit' is because you push her away and give her the cold shoulder. Everyone sees that Buck." Steve says taking a seat on the edge of Bucky's bed.

"So what do I do now? After this interview, she's free to dump me and move on. Which may be for the best." Bucky sighs, mentally getting angry with himself for being so emotional.

"Buck you know you won't be able to get over her just like that. The second she starts seeing other people what will you do then?" Steve asks, looking at his pitiful looking friend.

"You're right, I'll talk to her tomorrow."

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So far the interview was going great, we'd danced, played charades, talked a bit about what it's like to be an Avenger and a Mutant and now we were onto Never Have I Ever.

"Okay never have I ever slept with another Avenger." The interviewwe smirks as the crowd cheers.

I embarrassingly look down knowing all of my relatives watch this show and turned my sign over to 'I Have'.

The crowd cheers even louder and I shake my head laughing.

"Oooh who was it? Does he or she have a name that starts with B and rhymes with Tucky?"

"Um.... more like it was Thor." I said with a completely serious look on my face and shocking the audience before cracking.

"Okay, yes it was Bucky. Sorry love." I say looking into the camera with a smirk.

"How was it?" She asks with a smirk while I hide my face in my hands.

I deserve an Oscar for my acting. You’d never tell that I was up all night crying over Bucky’s punk ass the night before.

"I'll have to tell you sometime when I know my mom isn't watching." I laugh, shaking my head.

"But all joking aside, are you two really dating?" She asks, showing paparazzi pictures on the screen.

I was getting ready to answer when I felt a presence behind me. Before I could even answer, the presence behind me yelled 'boo' and started tickling me in places not many people knew I was ticklish. I embarrassingly spazz out and fall out of my chair with tears in my eyes to see that it was Bucky who was tickling me with his flesh hand but held a bouquet of flowers in the metal one.

"Bucky! I hate you!" I tease, hopping up and playfully punching him as he nervously laughs.

"We both know that you don't." He says quietly to where only I could hear and then gives me the flowers.

I look at him in brief confusion as I take the flowers from him and the audience aws.

"We need to talk after the show." He mutters very low, placing his metal hand in the small of my back and kissing my cheek.

"So I guess that answers my question." Ellen says, as I sit back down.

"Yeah we'd been dating a little over a month actually." I smile, crossing my legs.

"Well give us the details! How'd you start dating? What is it like dating the Winter Soldier?" She asks all at once.

"I'm gonna cut you off right there. I'm dating Bucky Barnes, not the Winter Soldier. When he was the Winter Soldier he was tortured, brainwashed and unable to make his own decisions and now that he's better and tryin’ to find himself again there's all these shitty people around judgin' him and not allowing him to move the hell on." I rant crossing my arms and rolling my eyes.

"I'm really sorry that he has to go through that." Ellen said after a moment of silence.

"Yeah me too. Bucky is a little rough around the edges but he can really be sweet and super loyal. Funny too." I say a bit chuckling to myself thinking about his cracks on Sam.

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After the show, I walk offstage and my smile is immediately gone from my face and replaced with worry. What could Bucky possibly have to say to me?

I walk into my dressing room and there he is on the couch, running his hands through his hair.

“Buck, you okay?” I put my flowers on the dresser and lean against it to keep distance between us.

“No, it isn’t. I fucked up.” He replies, looking up at me and seeing the confusion on my face, he continues,“I was never afraid of you gaining feelings. Hell, I thought that after all this, maybe you’d finally feel the same about me. But I’ve done nothing but push you away because I was scared.”

“Bucky, I don’t know what to say. I mean I did feel the same but now I don’t know. I can’t play this game of hot and cold anymore. I’m not sure if my feelings will change but for now, I think the best solution is to just be friends.” I answer honestly, giving him a hug.

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monaisme · 3 years

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Day 22: burned

“I’m just gonna say this,” Peter piped up, “It sure is nice to know that there are people on this planet that have the sense to run for cover when alien lizard men attack your town.”

“True story!” Mr. Stark exclaimed as he dragged his Iron Man suitcase along beside him. “I’d say I blame the NYC tourists but... yeah.”

Peter, still in full garb gave him the side-eye. “Are you sure you don’t want me to carry that for you? It’s really nothing for me, sir,” he offered for the second time.

“Pfft. Do you hear that, Clint?! He calls me old and then expects me to back up his insult by allowing him to carry my totally not too heavy armour.” Mr. Stark lamented.

“I never called you old, Mr. Stark!” Peter replied.

Mr. Stark stopped in his tracks and pointed a finger at the kid. “Did you or did you not call me ‘sir,’ Spider-Man?”

“You know I did!”

Mr. Barton snorted.

“And I rest my case, your honor! The kid thinks I’m old!” Mr. Stark flailed around in mock exasperation, and then continued on toward the quinjet. “I’ll carry my own suit, thank you very much—even though it’s practically scrap now.”

That suit was actually why Mr. Stark, Ms. Romanoff, Mr. Barton, and Peter were walking down the abandoned Main Street that ran through the center of Broadbury, New Jersey; home of Joe’s Garage & Gas & Convenience Store & Diner... well, maybe not anymore? The town proper had actually managed to come out of the attack pretty unscathed save for Joe’s, which was still on fire, but it was only the Diner end and it looked to be burning low. An alien powered knock by one of their lizard nemeses had messed with Mr. Stark’s power distribution, though. Within minutes of the hit, he’d received an alert that he needed to exit the suit or risk needing to be cut out of it.

... and without the suit, they didn’t have the scanning capacity to confirm that all hostiles had been dispatched and that the town was safe.

The quinjet however was wholly capable...

Sirens could suddenly be heard in the distance.

“And that would be the cavalry!” Mr. Stark joked. Yes, Damage Control would come in and help out in the end, but that didn’t mean they let the world burn. Just before his suit had shut down, Mr. Stark was calling in the neighbouring townships’ volunteer fire departments. Broadbury, New Jersey would be fine.

Mr. Barton grinned once he heard the approaching trucks. “Sweet! You know, if we double time it to the quinjet, we can be back in time to sneak in some pizza and a couple of movies before the Spider-baby here,” he gave Peter a playful shove, “needs to be home for bedtime.”

Ms. Romanoff smiled, “That sounds fun, but I’m picking the movies, tonight.”

Mr. Stark and Peter knew better than to argue with her. Mr. Barton, however, couldn’t contain the whine. “But Nat, you always pick stuff with subtitles!”

“Yes, Clint, it’s called exposing the baby spider to culture.”

Peter stopped walking abruptly, “Guys, wait. Did you hear that?”

Of course no one else heard a thing, and with the suit offline, Mr. Stark couldn’t even pretend to try and help.

Peter raised his hand to stop their rustling. “Shhh.”

“heeeelp.” The call was so weak, it was no wonder the others couldn’t hear it... and it seemed to be coming from Joe’s.

“Shoot, guys! There’s someone over at Joe’s!” He gestured to the building. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

He was off before Mr. Stark could holler out a “Be careful!”

They were all mother hens, and he told Mr. Barton and Ms. Romanoff as much over the comm.

“Enough with the sass.” She called out. “Focus and get the job done. It’s a fire and you never mess around with it.”

Peter had helped with enough fires in the city to know exactly that. “Yes, ma’am.” He replied, and then searched for a safe point of entry.

The diner seemed to be the place to be, and so Peter called out as he entered the smoke filled but flame free part of the building, “Hello?! Can you hear me?”

Peter heard a weak cough, but no actual call for help. He had to hurry.

“Hey! I’m coming! Just hang on!” he yelled out, and crossed through the diner into the small attached convenience store. He wondered offhandedly if the aliens had made their way in here and they’d missed it, ‘cuz Peter could tell that the building was trashed even through the smoke. Twinkies and cases of Gatorade and those little white powdered donuts were messing up the entryway, but he leapt over them all easily enough. “Hello?! Can you make some noise?”

Peter heard another cough on the opposite side of the room, closer to the entryway to the garage... and the fire.

Shit!

Hey! I’m here, buddy! I’m coming!” The heat was becoming uncomfortable, especially when coupled with the smoke. It hadn’t looked that bad from the outside, had it?

“Ms. Romanoff! What’s the status of the fire?”

She replied immediately. “It’s looking pretty much burnt out from where I’m standing, but that doesn’t mean anything.” She paused, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he tried to move a large, industrial metal shelf while keeping lower to the ground. “But tell Mr. Stark we’ve gotta work on a better-- *cough*-*cough*-- air filtering system for the *cough* suit.”

“Will do, Spider-Man. Just hurry.”

Peter did, and within ten seconds had found the man trapped under another metal shelf. The man was nearly unconscious and Peter was starting to struggle to breathe a little more, but that didn’t stop him from reassuring. “I’m here, buddy *cough*-*cough*-- gonna get you outta *cough* here.”

He’d never be exactly sure how it happened, but as Peter moved the shelf trapping the now unconscious man, another shelf toppled and shattered an exterior window. His spider-senses flared like the fire around them and Peter was throwing himself over top of the man he was determined to save.

He could barely find the breath to scream as the fire receded, though the flames licking at the edges of his scorched suit still burned, and he dragged the man toward the only exit he could barely see through the smoke with the last of his strength. He stumbled and fell forward, and thought this was the end, only to be caught in the arms of the fireman who would pull him and the man to safety.

Peter was barely aware of the people surrounding him—them... the man? The man was being pulled away and Peter was being strong for him and then he was gone and all Peter knew was pain in its purest form. He was the pain. No part of him existed save for it.

He didn’t hear Ms. Romanoff screaming over the comms for Mr. Barton to run faster—get the quinjet there NOW!

He didn’t hear Mr. Stark threatening to kill the next person to try and take the mask off as he waved around the sidearm he would wear under his suit.

He didn’t hear anything because he was flame and fire—

* * * * * *

On a regular day, the distance between Broadbury, New Jersey and the compound would be approximately ten minutes, if Clint really meant it.

Today, he did. Clint made it in five and a half.

Everyone was afraid to touch him, so they didn’t save for the removal of his mask within the safe confines of the quinjet and to place a nasal cannula for oxygen once he’d been positioned on his belly on the stretcher.

They’d never been more grateful to watch the boy lose consciousness.

While Peter was unconscious, his teammates sat brief vigil—none of them were devout to any type of faith, but only a higher power could be responsible for someone as wonderful as Peter, and that was who Tony, Clint, and Natasha prayed to.

* * * * * *

They landed and within seconds of the landing gear hitting the roof of the compound, SHIELD medical staff were flooding the plane and tending to the boy. He was transferred to a gurney and was on his way down the ramp and on his way to Helen Cho... and thank God for her and the absolute providence that placed her in New York in the first place.

She’d sent a nurse out to update the lot of them approximately forty-five minutes after they’d entered the room. Their group had grown to include Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Wanda once word had gotten out that the Spider-kid was down.

None of them reacted when she disclosed that seventy percent of his back had been impacted by the flame. Second and third degree burns and months and months of pain and surgeries and grafts were in the cards for that precious boy, depending on...

And May was at a nursing conference in Virginia and out of contact until 9:30pm.

Tony was the secondary emergency contact and Peter’s alter-ego’s medical power of attorney, so when Helen Cho came out looking to discuss Peter’s care after a few hours of nothing, he was it.

She looked tired, but satisfied when she spoke. “He’ll be fine.”

It was like a puppet whose strings had been cut— the relief was palpable.

“We’ve just finished debriding his back and, because Peter is still a minor, we need a guardian’s permission to go forward with treatment.”

Most of the superheroes paled.

Steve muttered a quiet, ‘shit.’

Helen smiled in sympathy. “Yes, it was a lot, and unfortunately Peter woke up during the worst of it. We did give him his painkillers, but as with non-enhanced individuals, it can only bring so much relief. Now, we need to discuss how we are going to progress in his treatment.”

Tony cocked his head in confusion, “What is there to discuss? You do what you need to do to fix him. End of story.” He looked back at his teammates, where they all stood nodding in agreement.

“It’s that there are two options here, Tony. We have an enhanced teen so the standard option isn’t one— that would be the multiple surgeries, etc. Now what I’d like to do is use the Cradle but—“

Tony jumped in, “Do you have the Cradle here? I thought you were keeping at your lab in Seoul?”

“I do have it here. It was why I was in New York in the first place... I would—“

Again, Tony didn’t wait for her to finish. “Use the Cradle, Helen. The boy shouldn’t have to suffer for doing the right thing.”

Relief washed over Helen’s face. “Thank goodness! Okay, I’m going to head back in to prep him for the procedure.” She then addressed everyone present. “The treatment will be at least a few hours. You may want to head up to your quarters and shower and clean up.” She knew how much the boy was cared for. “I will send out an update when everything is done. Trust me. We’ll take good care of him.” She smiled once more and headed back into the treatment room.

Tony looked at his team, all exhausted for the waiting and doing nothing. “Alright, folks, you heard the good doctor. Everyone head out and grab a shower if you stink like Clint, or something to eat or whatever. Just take a break. We’ll all be here for the next couple of days I’m sure, so let’s just take a breather while we can.”

Clint grumbled about not smelling bad, Steve mumbled something about making his Ma’s soup so it would be ready for the Spider-kid, and all the rest filed out one after the other... except for Tony.

Tony stayed and waited.

* * * * * *

Tony called Pepper to fill her in on the chaos and she promised she’d be at the compound first thing in the morning to help out with whatever they’d need. She was awesome that way.

He’d also managed to get ahold of May shortly after midnight. A quick drink with friends had turned into a girls’ night so Tony was sending Happy out with his private jet out to collect her first thing in the morning so she could grab some sleep before she entered the fray. Peter was stable, and there was no need for her to stress about finding a way back so it just made sense.

It was an hour after that when Helen popped her head out into the waiting area and scanned the room. She saw Tony, pointed to him, and then spoke, “Come with me. He needs you.”

Tony was up and moving before she’d finished demanding. Nothing would keep him away.

She talked as they walked down the short corridor to the treatment rooms. “We’d just finished up with the Cradle when we were moving him to a bed to rest. Everything was fine—is fine. We wanted him to take a few steps, just to get the circulation going and,” she put a hand out to stop Tony from entering the room. “It’s my fault. I didn’t take into account the energy he burns through when he heals and he ended up passing out.”

Tony was about to panic but Helen put up her hand to stop him.

“He’s fine! We’ve got him in bed, but we’ve put in a nasogastric feeding tube and he was a little upset. He’s calm now, but we thought you might be able to cheer him up.”

Grateful that he was being recruited for support squad and not something more dramatic after the long day they’d had, Tony gladly accepted the task and walked through the door—only to stop short at what he saw.

It wasn’t gore or anything like that. Not at all. Peter was laying on his stomach on one of the med bay beds. The tube that Helen had mentioned was in and a bag of nutrient sludge was hanging from a hook next to the IV bags of saline and antibiotics and the like. It wasn’t the oxygen. It wasn’t even the exposed pink skin, freshly grown on the kid’s back.

No. Tony always seemed to forget how small Peter was—for the huge presence he was out in the world and even as a part of the team, he was still a gawky sixteen year old boy trying to find his place.

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” the boy whispered, interrupting Tony’s thoughts. “I told them you didn’t need to come in. I figured you were probably asleep so...” he trailed off.

Tony pulled up one of the rolling stools and plunked himself down. “Nope—I was waiting for my favourite Spider-Baby to finish playing with the cool kids,” he gestured to the medical staff around them. “And now I just get to hang out with you for the boring part.”

“Boring part?”

Tony smiled softly, “You know, the part where you close your eyes and sleep part?”

Peter smiled back sleepily. “Oh, that part.”

“Yeah, so you can close your eyes now. The scary stuff is over and now you can rest or make a list of movies without subtitles to force Nat to watch—Hell. I may even let you order a pizza with pineapple on it without giving you grief once you’re outta here.” Tony gave him a playful wink.

“That sounds nice, Mr. Stark... but, um... I like the movies with subtitles.”

Tony laughed, “Of course you do, ya’ brat!”

Peter chuckled along, then grew serious. “Mr. Stark? Did the man make it? The one from the fire?”

Tony hadn’t needed him to clarify, but was embarrassed by his response. “I’m gonna be honest, Pete. I hadn’t given him a thought.” No. Tony had been too busy worrying about him. “Why don’t you go to sleep and when you wake up, I’ll have some information for you, okay?”

Peter nodded cautiously. Some of the new growth kissed at the base of his neck and Tony was sure it felt strange.

“Don’t worry about it, though. He looked pretty okay when I last saw him.” He got up and leaned over, planting a soft kiss on the side of Peter’s head. “You did so good, kid. Now take a break and let the ‘B’ team worry about things for a while.

Peter nodded again, and closed his eyes. “Thanks, Mis’r Stark. You’re the best.”

Tony ran his fingers through the boy’s curls as he fell asleep, thinking to himself, “No, Petie, you are.”

* * * * * *

Peter had just fallen asleep for the night after a couple of false starts. Tony was going to do the same once the staff brought in a recliner, but when Nat and Steve came to the med bay room door, Nat clutching a manila folder, he figured it was a lost cause.

“How is he?” Steve asked as Tony approached them.

Tony smiled. “He’s gonna be fine. I think we’ll have some issues to deal with it, but I’m gonna talk to Sam in the morning and figure some things out.”

Steve closed his eye for a second and nodded. Perhaps it was a prayer of gratitude? Tony would never know, but he was grateful, too.

Nat interrupted then. “I know it’s late, but we just found out how Michael ‘Joe’ Hanlan is doing, and thought you’d appreciate the update.”

Tony saw the look on Nat’s face, and cringed. “I’m not so sure this is news I want to hear.”

She looked frustrated and angry, two combinations that were never good on her. “The fire marshal headed over to the site shortly after we left. There were some concerns that with a team member of ours being hurt, that we’d need all the relevant information for our reports as soon as possible.”

Tony was imagining that he looked as confused as he felt. “That was mighty considerate of him?”

“It was, and I was especially appreciative of the fact that they’d already moved quickly to arrest Mr. Hanlan for arson once they found the gas cans.”

Tony straightened. “Excuse me?”

Nat just shook her head. “Apparently Mr. Hanlan saw the aliens and decided that now was the time to cash in with Damage Control and get the hell out of Broadbury, New Jersey. He and the stripper he met in Atlantic City during his last gambling binge were already planning to head to Vegas for a fresh start when this opportunity literally came out of the sky. He was apparently shoving over some shelving to add to the ‘level of authenticity,’” she air quoted, “when the shelf fell over unexpectedly and he ended up trapped and hurt.”

“He’s hurt?!” Tony inquired.

Steve took this question. “Yeah, he ended up with a pretty bad sprained wrist from when he topped the shelving, a mild concussion from when he hit the floor, and of course, the smoke inhalation.”

“...And our Spider-Baby is growing himself some fresh flesh for the effort to save the scumbag.”

Steve smiled and shook his head. “You know that won’t make a difference to Peter, right?”

Tony scowled at the truthfulness of the statement. “I know.”

And Tony really did, because already, the kid was better than them all.

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authoressskr · 5 years

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Write Into My Arms [2]

Characters: f!Reader, James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Peter Parker, Hope Van Dyne, Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Okoye, T’Challa, Shuri, Clint Barton, Happy Hogan, Dr. Strange, Wong, Bruce Banner, Amelina Rodrigez (OFC), with mentions of Thor, Carol Danvers, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Peter Quill, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis and Drax.

Warnings: Language, Angst (mostly in last two chapters), Action (in last chapter) and no Beta (just me and Grammerly up in here) :: Word Count: 9491 :: Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

This was written for @jewelofwinter’s Writing Challenge!! I also incorporated a prompt for @jaamesbbarnes + @sgtjbuccky’s D&S’ Milestone Celebration!!

Prompt: “Tin Man lost Y/N.” (@jewelofwinter’s prompt) + “Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit.” (D&S’ prompt) Bolded in text below. Prompt #1 will appear in the third part while Prompt #2 appears in the second part. The next parts will be posted by the end of this week. All three will be linked.

Summary: You’re a small time blog writer who is invited to interview the Avengers. ALL the Avengers.

*Note for this chapter: Endgame happened - kind of. Steve didn’t go back to the 40s. Tony didn’t die. Natasha got brought back with the Bruce Snap. Bruce is not the Hulk mashup they had going on. Everything else happened. This takes place 3 years after defeating Thanos.*

[PART 1]

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Natasha’s interview is probably the most paced, filled with shocking details about the Red Room, where she was trained to be the Black Widow and her various roles in SHIELD, Stark Industries, and the Avengers - all while she throws knives at a target in the gun range. Intimidating.

She then takes you up to the gym, showing you how to throw someone twice your size over your shoulder and then you retreat to her room where lets you try out her fancy electric bracelet/glove thingies. Natasha talks about her relationship with Clint as she settles against her forest green velvet headboard - how he was the one to pull her out of that life...to give her a new start to help clear “the red in her ledger”.

“What changed? For you to take his help?”

“I was obedient. A perfect student. But I didn’t like what I did. I did it for the results they sought. I always accomplished my goal. I was broken. Broken and remade, broken and remade until I was what they desired.” She gives a harsh bark of laughter. “But Clint showed me there was another way. I have a skill set, he wasn’t asking me to live a lie - to go live a “normal” life. He was giving me a chance to save people instead of being a slave to ones who would never be concerned with me. The ones who had others to take my place should I ever fail.”

“So, you aren’t the only Black Widow Russia had?” You try to suppress a shudder at the horrible train of thought that brings forth merciless Black Widows and unstoppable Winter Soldiers.

“Oh no,” Natasha’s smile sends a chill down your spine and the terror, you realize, lies in the fact that everything she’s known before is death, pain, and the intricate ways in which to bring out about both. “I am the only Black Widow.” You nod jerkily before her smile softens and she reaches out to squeeze your hand reassuringly.

The sudden change in her demeanor is what causes your own to shift so rapidly. It sets forth a stunning revelation for you - she’s always wearing a mask. And that hurts.

It’s not like Tony, who has Pepper - who has known childhood and just feels things too deeply - so he wears a mask to protect himself...gives himself over to the persona he’s carefully crafted of lofty indifference.

It’s not Bucky, who had a regular childhood - as normal as one can have during the Depression, you suppose - who didn’t want to fight but went to war anyway. Who was torn and broken and wiped to be a weapon and now wears a mask to protect himself from everyone who sees him as the villain. But even he can always fall back on his normal upbringing for the first twenty-something years of his life.

Natasha had none of that. Absolutely none.

The sudden sadness comes from somewhere unknown but you feel it settle in your chest, a tightness that grabs hold of your lungs and heart, nearly stealing your breath away. What sort of people could do that to a child? Who could damage a person in so many ways for their own gain? Making them a weapon with the threat of always being offed if you failed. Everything feels heavy now and so you do the only thing you can; you turn your palm up and squeeze back in reassurance.

Natasha is amazingly open after that, suggesting a walk in the zen garden for you to finish up your fluff questions.

“I’m gonna take December. Santa Baby references all the way.”

“How do you like your coffee?”

“Depends on the day. Some days I need a venti caramel latte with three extra shots. Sometimes you just need a strong black coffee with a little room for some cream and sugar. Some days call for tea,” She shrugs as she finishes. “Just depends.”

Natasha is doing a rundown of the things in Russian she’d taught while you pack up your things from the cushioned bench, patience leaking from her very pores at your continued mix-ups. When she suggests testing them out on Bucky, you just shake your head - any nearly drop the recorder before shuffling your laptop from one arm to the other.

“I think Sergeant Barnes is a tough nut to crack. A solemn, mostly silent, tough nut.”

“Clint is a nut. Tony, an armor encrusted nut. Steve, a nut with the inability to long-term date. Bucky is not a nut. He is mostly silent, but that’s just part of who he is. A little solemn-seeming around new people. But Sam and him? Goofballs with a penchant for insulting and pranking each other. Give him some time.”

“That’s great, by the time I leave he’ll actually warm up to me.” A sigh escapes you, shifting your closed laptop from one arm to the other once again as Natasha and yourself make your way back to the living room from the very tranquil zen garden. You’ll need some more pictures of there for sure.

“Barnes is a softie at heart.”

“Is that so?” You jump at his voice, although Natasha doesn’t, which doesn’t surprise you with what you know about her. You’re sure little surprises her.

“Yep. See you later, Y/N.”

“Yes. Thank you, Natasha.” You stand awkwardly in front of Bucky, wondering why you get nervous every time he looks at you - not a bad nervous, but a strong tingle in your belly and chest that seemed to put you off-center.

“Ready?” You ask, plastering on a big smile.

“Come on,” He gestures with a tilt of his head, waiting for you to join him. You close the few feet and he begins down the hall.

“Where are we going?”

“The woods.” He pauses when he reaches the patio, “Will the woods have too much noise?”

“I wouldn’t think so,” You step off the patio and onto the grass. “You coming?” Bucky rewards you with a smile, a wide one that showed off his teeth with little lines crinkling by the corners of his storm blue eyes.

Once you reach the tree line, Bucky takes the lead, leading you to a little clearing and you smile when you see more sunflowers growing on the other side of the space. There is a couple of wrought iron chairs with plush black cushions and a little upside-down wooden milk crate sitting beside one of them. The chairs are set to the side in the shade and you take a moment to appreciate the serenity.

“It’s beautiful, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Bucky,” He corrects, shuffling from one foot to the other before gesturing you forward. Settling down in the chair beside the milk crate you set your laptop flat on your thighs, sitting the recorder on top of it.

“So, just to go over how it’ll work - I’ll ask you questions, you answer however you like. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. If you don’t like something I’ve asked, please don’t hesitate to let me know you don’t like it. Is there anything you don’t want to talk about, Bucky?”

“You can ask me whatever you like.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.”

“Every other news agency, pretty much, has already written the ugliest and vile lies and truths about who I was, about what I’ve done...From what I read in your articles, from what I’ve seen from the others you’ve already talked to, I know you won’t do that. Ask me whatever you like.” After taking a deep breath, you give a reassuring smile and click the recorder on.

“Are you an animal lover?”

“Yeah. Steve and me keep trying to convince Tony to get a dog.”

“He won’t let you?”

“He just asked who was gonna take care of it when we’re on a mission for weeks on end, ya know? He had a point.”

“But you aren’t all on a mission at the same time, right? Someone here could take care of it.”

“Good counterpoint. We told him that too. He said he’d think about it. Still thinking apparently. Maybe just got lost in all those thoughts he has.” You hold out the recorder, wiggling it until he held out his flesh hand. You place it gently in his outstretched hand, reaching into your pocket for your little notebook and pen. You can feel his gaze as you scribble ‘Bucky/Steve need a dog. Mention to Stark. Repeatedly if necessary.’ A chuckle escapes his lips as he had leaned forward to see what you wrote, leaning back in the chair like before.

“Favorite guilty pleasure?” You set the notebook and pen on the milk crate as you smile brightly.

“Junk food. The serum speeds up metabolism, so we can’t get drunk unless we have some of that Asgardian stuff, so I can lay on the couch and eat all I want and then a couple of hours later do it all over again.”

“And that also bothers Sam, I venture to guess?”

“Yeah,” He’s smiling wide again, looking at the grass at his feet. “Mostly cause it’s his.”

“You steal his junk food?”

“He hides it bad!” Bucky defends with a laugh.

“Favorite weather?”

“Spring or Fall. I don’t care too much for the extra cold days we get in the winter here, but I like the familiarity of Brooklyn and New York, even if they aren’t my Brooklyn or New York. What about you?”

“I got heatstroke when I was in high school, so I’m wary of being in the sun for too long now. Otherwise, I’m good with just about anything. But I gotta admit I don’t care for the extra cold days either. And the ice! I hate ice.”

“Taken a fall, I gather?”

“Oh yeah. Definitely wasn’t pretty. Bruise all up my thigh and butt from how hard I fell and slipped a foot or so down the patch of ice. Limped back through the snow with my butt soaking wet and a nice wind blowing to add to the chill.” He’s trying hard not to laugh, flesh hand pressed hard against his knee while those little crinkles showed themselves again. “Go ahead and laugh. I’m tougher than I look.”

“Oh, I believe it.” Bucky laughs out finally, nodding in agreement while you admire the carefree laughter he’s engaging in.

“How do you like your coffee?”

“I usually just get it black after our morning runs...the menus just look so complicated now.”

“They really aren’t, you just gotta know your baseline.”

“Like?”

“Well, like lattes, iced coffee and most specialty drinks all start the same way - espresso. Espresso, plus whatever milk you want then you just add the flavorings you like. Experiment until you refine what you like and voila! Done.”

“And all that isn’t complicated?” Doubt is heavy in his voice, a smile still plastered on his too-handsome face.

“I’ve had years to perfect this narrowing down strategy, good sir. Coffee became a big thing right before I got into high school, so that’s the system I’ve been working with. When I was a barista in college, we would experiment with flavorings and shots and milk types, so that helped too. Do you have a sweet tooth?”

“Yes,” It’s almost a groan like you’d just brought out a decadent looking dessert.

“Does Stark have an espresso machine here?”

“Yeah. Big shiny silver thing on a counter next to Clint’s giant ass coffee cup.”

“Okay, when we get done here, I’ll make you what I like and we’ll see how you like that.” That seems to get his attention, his large frame leaning forward, the silver recorder looking small balanced in his palm.

“How do you like your coffee?”

“Humm, well if I want it hot, then I can go a couple of ways - white chocolate mocha with a pump of milk chocolate and a pump of caramel or I just get a mocha with hazelnut, vanilla, and caramel. Iced? It depends on the mood I’m in. Sometimes I just order tea. Sometimes I don’t want coffee, so I do a frappuccino or something like that with flavoring but no coffee. Depends on the day.”

“All of that sounded like a cavity.”

“Makes you want it all the more, huh?” You tease as he lets out a little groan.

“Yeah, it does.” You smirk, self-satisfaction written all over your face at his admission.

“Do you have a hobby?” He rubs his vibranium knuckles along his very sharp jawline before giving a little sigh.

“No. My therapist says I should get one but I haven’t found one I like yet.”

“Does it bother you when people call you the Winter Soldier?” It’s like he senses the change in questioning before you even open your mouth, his eyes falling back to the yellowing grass of the clearing.

“Sometimes. I know I was him. I know I was a tool. But now I know I’ll always be Bucky first, so it doesn’t bother me as much. The Winter Soldier is a part of me - a part resigned to the darkest shadows of my mind, locked away where he won’t see the light of day again - but he’s always there. I know they made me do all those things. And I remember doing them…” Your hand falls naturally over his, giving the metal hand a little squeeze and a soft smile. His eyes go from your face to where your hand rests on his vibranium one, a perplexed look before his shoulders drop a little and relax at the gesture.

“Anyone who knows what they did, can’t honestly blame you for what they made you do. And I’m sorry some people are uninformed assholes.” You take back your hand as he thanks you softly. “Do you think the Raft could hold him?”

“Maybe. Ross designed it to hold the Hulk but I’m sure given enough time he could.”

“This whole facility is full of geniuses,” You laugh out as he shakes his head.

“I’m not a genius.”

“Didn’t the Soldier shoot through a wall, several walls, to get to Nick Fury? That takes some serious calculations to be able to do that.”

“I was a sniper before…”

“Snipers have a clear line of sight. He didn’t have that. Now, that may have been him, but I don’t think so. You can’t brainwash someone over and over and over again and have them retain difficult mathematics in order to shoot through things with no clear sightlines. You’re a whole lot smarter than you give yourself credit for.” A pink creeps onto his cheeks before he looks across the clearing. After a few seconds, his intense blue gaze returns to you, nodding his head ever so slightly to the right. You follow where he’d tilted towards, taking in the sight of two big bucks easing into the clearing. You’re cursing the fact you’ve left your camera...wait, where did you leave it?

“There is a camera under the milk crate,” His voice is so soft you barely catch it, slowly nodding before sitting your laptop on the ground against your leg and drop the notebook and pen beside it, leaning over to lift the milk crate extra slowly. Withdrawing the bag, you ease the zipper open and withdraw a very expensive looking camera. You click it on and raise it, snapping a few shots of the deer eating before they both look up at the pair of you. Seemingly unafraid they come a little closer, Bucky rises, handing the recorder back to you before he takes slow and measured steps towards them. The bucks aren’t disturbed by him and allow him to come close, his flesh hand slipping into his pocket before offering whatever it was to the male with the darker coat, repeating the same thing with the lighter coat buck. You snap the pictures greedily, nearly laughing as you realize there are actually three bucks in the clearing. He must have heard you soft breathy laugh since he turns towards you and cocks an eyebrow. You point to the deer, then him and hold up three fingers.

The eye crinkles return as he shakes his head with a grin. The deer both decide he doesn’t have anything more to give and return to their grazing on the edge of the clearing, and you snap a picture of Bucky walking towards you and when he realizes it, he scowls at you which just makes you click the button yet again with a big grin on your face.

“What was in your pocket?”

“Sugar cubes.”

“Ahh, buttering them up for a while I see.”

“You know it, doll.”

“Wanna continue, Mr. Disney Princess?”

“I’m not singing if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

“Damn,” You sigh out the curse before pursing your lips. “Okay, fine. I guess we go back to questions.” Waiting for him to settle back in his seat, you carefully zip the camera back up and are about to tuck it back in under the milk crate when he speaks.

“I’ll take that.” You’re about to hand it over when you pull it back.

“Promise you won’t delete the pictures I took of you.” His storm blue eyes stare at you intently, looking for something before he gives a little huff.

“Fine.”

“Any of the pictures of you, Mr. Barnes.”

Another huff. “Fine.” Handing over the camera bag, you hold the recorder aloft as you try to remember the line of questioning you had planned for Bucky.

“Do you miss the 40s? Did you want a normal life after the war was over?”

Bucky shrugs, sitting the camera bag beside his leg. “I miss my family. I missed getting to come home to them. I...I don’t know what would’ve happened when I came home from the war. I know I was different from it - even before Zola’s experiments. I wasn’t the guy who had a different girl on my arm every week anymore...and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be that anymore either. I was different. Steve was different. The world was gonna be different when it all ended. I don’t know what would have happened...I guess I would have dated, found a woman I liked and had a kid or two...but I don’t know, maybe I would’ve decided to go off to be alone for a long while after the war.”

“Is Wakanda as beautiful as they say?”

“Even more. Maybe I’m just partial ‘cause I got left alone for big swaths of time, so I could sit by a little lake and just watch. Sunrise is beautiful, but the sunset...wow.”

“If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go - and you can’t say Wakanda.”

Bucky chuckles as you blurt out the Wakanda bit before running his flesh hand through his hair. “I guess I’d like to go to some little island with all the amenities but no one else.”

“No one? Not even Steve? What about Sam? How will you get your junk food if not from Sam?”

“Definitely not Sam, but I’ll be sure to make a list of the food I want beforehand. Maybe Steve, but he’ll have to sit downwind since he’ll have to be smothered with sunblock. I can think of a few people I might let on my private island, but they gotta bring something to offer me.”

“Like payment?” A good-natured smile is on your lips as you shake your head.

“Yes. Silence and beautiful scenery come at a cost.”

“And what exactly would one need to bring you to gain access to this island paradise?”

“What would you like to bring me?” There’s a glint in his eyes, something flirting on his lips as he waits for your reaction.

“Coffee. And you’d have to take it however I decided to make it that day.”

“Deal. You’ll be allowed on my island,” He gives a nod as he grants his permission, making you press a hand to your chest with a mildly shocked expression which doesn’t last long as you giggle.

“Soooo kind of you!”

“You’re welcome.”

“If Stark does a superhero calendar, which month do you want and what are you wearing for it?”

“Why would he do a calendar? Wear for it?” You withdraw your phone from your pocket and do the same thing you’d done for Steve; You show him the Australian firefighter calendar with each one holding or posing with baby animals for reference. “Oh.” Pink suddenly graces his cheeks and his throat as you smile at him, enjoying his obvious flustered state.

“As another example: Sam’s wearing the tightest red shirt he owns and jeans but could be ‘persuaded’ to dress in a nice suit and tie. He chose August. Steve chose -”

“Steve?” Bucky snorts out his best friend’s name. “Okay. Lemme hear it.”

“Steve chose May with a nice suit and tie with flowers in the pocket instead of a pocket square. But I convinced him to change it to him in just a tee-shirt and jeans, sitting sideways and painting a field of flowers in front of him. He liked that better.” Bucky’s shaking of his shaggy brown hair makes you think it wasn’t the oddest thing he’d heard about his friend.

“Always an artist, I guess.” Bucky bites his bottom lip, gazing off to where the deer had been. “October.” He says after a long pause. “What would you suggest I wear?”

You know it’s an innocent question, but your heart kicks up a little when he asks it. Especially after all the banter you’ve been through with him.

“What would you be comfortable in?”

“A hoodie and jeans probably.”

“I’d have you go out of your comfort zone then...maybe a gray velvet blazer with black jeans and a black shirt...maybe pull your hair back like when you were in the gym yesterday morning, maybe a blue silver shirt to bring out your eyes...no, the black. It’s October. Maybe tuck a Halloween handkerchief into your jacket pocket.” His gaze is intense and it’s your turn to look away. “Just a thought.”

“I like it. If you were to do the calendar thing, what month would you choose and what would you be wearing?”

“Oh, um...Probably October. I love the fall. I think I’d either want to wear a black skater skirt with black striped stockings and a mauve shirt with a cute Halloween saying on it while I’m surrounded by leaves and pumpkins or I’d dress like Velma from Scooby-Doo.”

“Scooby-Doo is the one with the great dane who talks, right? Velma is the one in the purple?”

“No! Velma is the one in the orange and burgundy with the glasses! Educate yourself, Bucky!” He holds his hands up at your hostile tone.

“Sorry. Sorry!”

“Now, back to the hard questions...what is some 40s slang you’d like to see come back into use?” He shakes his head again, flashing those pearly white teeth as those too cute crinkles show themselves again.

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You hadn’t realized you had spent so much time with Bucky...not until Clint had come to get the both of you for lunch.

Bucky had mumbled an apology to which you brush off.

“I enjoyed it! And it helps me to build the picture I wanna paint for you guys. No biggie at all! I’m pretty glad you felt comfortable enough with me to talk that long.” He had walked beside you the whole way back, listening to you rattle off about work and how you wanted to set up the release of each interview with patience and a very kind smile that showed in those handsome blue eyes.

After lunch, you were handed over to the Wakandans who take you to a formal room that looked like it was only used for taking pictures with expensive friends and foreign dignitaries.

Holy shit. Down the fancy rabbit hole again...

T’Challa begins the interview with the opening of Wakanda to the world.

“Wakandan technology is far above the rest of the world,” He nods seriously at your beginning statement. “And you’ve made examples of people who have tried to steal your vibranium in the past - does this mean that you won’t be integrating even the most basics of Wakandan tech to the outside world? Or do you think we’re still too greedy to be trusted with that?”

“It can be seen that way. Wakanda has thrived because even though our tribes are different, we work together. Vibranium is ours. We, however, would help anyone who requested it. Shuri and the technology department have already helped a great deal with Nakia acting as an ambassador. We will continue to do so.”

“The suit you currently wear as the Black Panther absorbs energy, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“So could you absorb Thor’s lightning and redirect it? And the same with Carol Danver’s abilities?”

“Yes, theoretically.”

“So the shield that Cap has, could also - in theory, do the same?”

“No,” Shuri interrupts. “Because his shield was not made the same way as the Black Panther suit, thus could not hold the energy long enough to redistribute it in any way.”

“Howard didn’t have your imagination. Or the abilities Wakandans have to spin it into fabric. Does it take a long time?”

“No, we have refined the technique for so long it is very easy.” T’Challa takes back over, Shuri giving a little huff at her brother.

“I’ve heard that Wakandan sunsets are the most beautiful in the world. Mr. Barnes seems to agree. You three would be biased, but I’m going to ask anyway. Is it the most beautiful sunset in the world?”

“Yes,” All three say at the same time, each one has this shining look in their eyes, seeing it in their minds like it’s happening right before them.

“The way you all said it - the way you all look right now, it must be truly magical.” You wiggle a little in the chair as all three exchange glances, pen trailing down the notebook to see your next question.

“Sergeant Barnes was taken to Wakanda after the Sokovia Accords bullshit,” T’Challa’s eyebrow raises but he says nothing as you continue. “Why did you allow this? If anyone learned you were harboring the most wanted fugitive in the world at the time, there could have been serious repercussions for you all.”

“What could they do to a poor, third-world country that most people didn’t know even existed?” Okoye cross-questioned, her eyes so sharp you know why she was chosen to be a leader. She’s got a scary strength in her.

“Excellent observation. No one would look there. Is that why you let Steve in also?”

“I think by then we figured, we have one broken white boy, why not add another?” Shuri pipes up with a big smug grin. “But Steve didn’t get half the treatment that Bucky did. Bucky had to have family dinners with us. My mother insisted that if he was to remain safe once he got better, he would need some help.”

“What kind of help?”

“We, for all purposes, adopted him into the royal family,” T’Challa confirms and honestly, if you had a drink, you’re about 90% sure you would have spewed it all over your notebook and yourself.

“I’m sorry, wh-what??”

“He was given titles so that he has all the same immunities that we share as royalty and as the Dora Milaje receives as bodyguards to the royal family. That way General Ross could not have him arrested for any of his past crimes nor any new ones he could dream up to put on the White Wolf.” T’Challa smiles at you. “I guess he did not tell you that.”

“No. I honestly didn’t have a clue about that.”

“He probably wanted it that way. He said they are just words on his passport and papers. Bucky is very thankful for them and for all he has received, yet he has asked me to remove them when we feel that it’s safer to do so...He thinks he is undeserving. He has had to die many times for his country, for the world, so I feel the least I can do is give him those words.” Okoye nods at her king’s words as you try to fight back the watering your eyes seem to want to do.

“May I ask why do you call him that?”

“The children who lived nearby began calling him that - said his hair was shaggy like a wolf, eyes sharp like a wolf. Thus that was what they called him.” Okoye answers as Shuri taps at her phone while nodding absentmindedly along with Okoye’s words.

“So, I want to ask, should I break all these women’s hearts who are going to read this by telling them you’re off the market, T’Challa?” He chuckles, eyes downcast but mirth evident in them as he rubs a hand over his beard.

“I am. Nakia will be my queen one day.”

“Gonna woo her like a regular guy? Breakfast in bed? Flowers? Or do you have like Wakandan rituals you have to do before you can get engaged? Similar to the British? Like she’ll need to meet the Queen and get her approval and adhere to the royal duties and ceremonies...like that? Or does she already know about that since her father is the head of another tribe in Wakanda? Does she want to deal with Shuri all the time?”

“Oooh - fighting words!” Shuri grins out at you before sticking out her tongue, which you return with childish glee.

“He freezes half the time he sees her.”

“Aww, really Okoye? That’s adorable T’Challa! You must really adore her for your brain to sort of blank like that. I think that’s wonderful. Everybody deserves someone to sort of freeze up and just stare at them like they’re that important.”

“Thank you. I wish that for you as well, Y/N.” He must take in your startled expression since his smile kicks up a few notches before his phone rings. “Excuse me.”

“Of course, your highness.” T’Challa scowls at you before leaving to answer the call.

“I need to go,” Shuri whispers, eyes darting at the door her brother just exited through.

You can see the cogs turning in her mind. You honestly hope it doesn’t involve more deer. “Book it!” You whisper back, watching her dart out the door. You turn to Okoye. “So, how do those bead things work?”

Okoye begins going over the basics when Shuri walks back in, dragging her feet before looking at you with the biggest grin while T’Challa comes in right after her with a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Mother is not happy you managed to prank M’Baku from this distance.”

“She should be concerned, our future is in both of your hands,” Okoye sniffs before shooting you a smile, the smile disappearing into what you’ve been referring to in your head as her “business face”.

Shuri retakes her seat, before ignoring both of the adults and tapping on her bracelet. “You asked how these works?” An enthusiastic nod is all it takes for her to show you how their bracelets work before she overtakes the interview, showing you just as many memes as Peter did, and even leading the discussion on the school system differences between Wakanda and everywhere else. She talks about her lab, T’Challa putting on a show of yawning as she goes on, and you ask her about how she developed the Black Panther suit to store, and then use, the energy wielded against them.

“What about potentially dating? Would they need to be as smart as you? Would they need to be Wakandan?”

“If I had to wait for someone as smart as me, I would die of old age. That’s not important to me right now, nor, I think, anytime in the immediate future. T’Challa is King and when he gets married, he can make all the heirs and I can be in my lab showing them all the embarrassing photos and videos I have of him.” T’Challa and Okoye both look on with matching expressions of relief/humor. And honestly, you can’t blame them. If she’s pranking someone from halfway across the world is any indication, they all have every right to be worried.

Okoye has said little the whole interview, but each word is as measured and weighed as the words you submit for the blog. She knows her value and you have to sort of stare in awe of her for that. A fearsome general who would die to protect her king, her country and the world. She explains her tattoos, briefly, and what she doesn’t add - Shuri is more than happy to fill in while T’Challa corrects her.

“And that’s how her husband got imprisoned…” Shuri adds as if this is the least important bit about the closed-off Okoye.

“You’re married?”

“My husband asked me to choose between him and Wakanda. It was not a difficult choice.”

The epitome of He Wasn’t Man Enough for Me.

“You went straight up Olenna Tyrell on him, didn’t you?”

“If a man ever asks you a similar question, think of myself and Olenna.”

“That’s life advice if I’ve ever heard it, Okoye.” You agree immediately with the general. “We should have t-shirts made!”

Shuri is typing furiously on her phone. “They’ll be ready in two hours.” Your mouth is open. Wide.

Again.

The power of a genius teenager with seemingly unlimited funds…

“You must be careful what you say to her…” T’Challa voices as he rises from his chair. “And for the record, I would not do Tony’s fake calendar.”

“He would. He would like to be February.”

“Shuri!”

“It makes it all the more real, you know - moments like this… What do you think he’ll wear?”

“Probably traditional Wakandan clothes. But if you had Nakia on your side, you could get him to wear just about anything…” Okoye shares a devious smile with you as she stands from her seat, brushing an invisible (to you) piece of lint from her skirt.

“Have a good rest of your evening. We will see you at dinner, Miss Y/N,” T’Challa gives you a brief hug, his spicy scent reassuring in a way you didn’t understand and didn’t care to think too much about since it was comforting. Okoye giving a bright smile before trailing after her king, heeled boots clicking from the room with authority.

It’s the most dynamic interview so far since there are three strong people who all love their country with very strong ideals.

“You and the White Wolf seem to be getting along better…” She has a sly smile painted on her lips, making you give her a little side-eye as you finish gathering your things, closing the door firmly behind you before heading with her down the hallway back to the hub of the house.

“I would assume so. Bucky is a lot…,” You search for the right word. “Softer than he lets on.”

“Oooh, its Bucky now, is it?” She gasps dramatically, a smile stretched like a Cheshire cat.

“Princess, I have something to tell you -” You turn toward her with the most serious expression you have mustered since you set foot in the compound. “I don’t think you are ready to do spy or fieldwork. Your subtlety needs some work. Like, a lot of work.” Okoye snorts ahead of you, standing by the entryway, making your own smile widen as Shuri scowls at you.

“Got time for me tonight?” Tony calls out from farther down the hall headed towards the kitchen.

“Sure do!”

“Perfect! Right after dinner, then?”

“Sounds good to me,” You shout back, watching him give a thumbs up before disappearing back down the hall.

“So, what did you and Bucky talk about? Did he tell you about his goats?”

“He did. Also mentioned a nosy princess who helped him too.” You walk past where they stop in the living room, headed to the patio where Sam, Steve, and Peter are all standing, T'Challa heading towards the men as they watch Shuri stick her tongue out at you as you go to your room to start downloading the interviews and adding to your notes.

“Just a few days and she already has your number, sister.” T’Challa chortles, Sam’s laughter echoing alongside.

“Shut up, brother.”

It’s the last thing you hear as you hurry to your room with a big smile stretched on your face.

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“Interviewing Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man and the face of Stark Industries. Now, Tony, would you like to start with the fluff questions or get straight down to it?”

“Let’s save the fluff for the end, huh?” You swallow hard at his words, a tight smile dancing across his lips before disappearing. Settling a bit more into the dark brown leather chair of his office, you nod before glancing down at your list of questions.

“What was your ultimate reason behind pushing for the Accords?”

“I know we needed to be checked...held accountable if things went bad. I felt we could always go in and amend it later, but I saw what Ultron did, first hand and without Fury and SHIELD...who was gonna be able to hold us accountable?”

“But what led to the Accords was Sokovia, but the catalyst was Zemo posing as Bucky for the bombing, correct?”

“Essentially, yes. But even SHIELD answered to a higher authority.”

“And look what happened to SHIELD,” You counter, eyes just as sharp as Tony’s in the well-lit office. He sighs and you can see him working out where this is going, what question is next. “I don’t think that people who hide their faces should be trusted with the security of the world’s fate. But I don’t think you were wrong when you said you see a shield of iron protecting the world, but I think you need to see that the Avengers, the Guardians of the Galaxy...these are that suit of armor you wanted. People who have power but have never had to work for it -- sacrifice for it -- see others die because of it -- they honestly have no right to tell you if you’re in the wrong. You guys are the only ones who can.” Tony drags his fingers along his desktop before reaching for his amber drink. “I’ve seen your building acquirement. I know you spearhead the cleanups. I know you have bought buildings that have been damaged by not just the Avengers, but by HYDRA, the mafia, insurgents in the Middle East, and Yakuza. I’ve read other interviews with you - before and after your kidnapping. What happened to you in that cave and what happened to you when you pushed that nuke through that hole in the sky, they changed you, Tony. For the better, I believe.”

“You sound so...convinced.”

“And you aren’t? I’m as convinced you are a truly wonderful person, superhero, husband and father as you are convinced that Spider-Man is going to be the very best version of the Avengers you know he can be.”

“That’s a lot,” You can hear the emotion in Tony’s voice and you give him a watery smile in return.

“Do you think people should know about the existence of the Raft?”

“Look, that-it-it all boils down to secrecy. It boils down to some Area 51-esque shit. Should the nice lady working the night shift at the diner know? What would it change for her? Not a lot. It would just give people another reason to argue - give politicians another crusade to go after that will never have to produce actual fucking results and keeps everyone from going after the real problems we’re facing.” The frown he’s sporting makes you think you should have skipped that question, but the quickness with which he’s answering makes you think he isn’t exactly the Raft’s biggest fan either. “So, I’ll have to simply say that: Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit. But right now, the chickenshit is needed. Especially after the Snap, the Blip, whatever the fuck they call it...normalcy is what everyone is craving and it’s what they should have right now.”

“What sort of jelly do you use on yours and Morgan’s pb and js?”

“Strawberry preserves usually.” The tenseness seems to seep away a little, but you see you need to coax his mind to slow down a little more.

“Bowling or mini-golf?”

“Mini-golf.”

“Bubble bath or shower?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a bubble bath to relax. Showers are for getting clean.”

“So what do you do to relax?”

“Not a whole damn lot to be honest. I-I can’t seem to shut it off most days.” His fingers dance around the rim of his almost empty tumbler. “Mostly I push things aside to deal with them later so I can be in the moment as much as possible with Morgan and Pepper.”

“Craziest thing she’d done so far?”

“Pep and I went out for a date night. Left her at the Tower with Steve, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Bucky, and Peter. Come home and a) she’s still awake and b) she’s hanging from the damn ceiling with Peter while Bucky shoots Nerf darts at the both of them while Steve cleans up all the scattered toys and was shouting that she needs to get to bed not be more riled up when we get home.” The softest smile is dancing on his lips, his eyes full of love and you know it’s not just for Morgan. “Morgan was squealing with joy, so I couldn’t really get angry. Especially when I saw Peter had layered his web fluid so if they fell or slipped, there was webbing about every two feet as a precaution. Plus they had the mats from the gym on the living room floor and Clint was sitting on the countertop, using those eagle-eyed peepers.”

“Craziest thing before that?”

“Last Christmas when Steve took her sledding down one of the hills in the compound, which turned into sled racing when Rocket and Thor got involved. Pep didn’t care for that. We built some bumps to be like a brake system the next morning. She still didn’t like it too much.”

You learn Morgan also likes it when Thor makes her hair stand on end and Groot gives her flowers.

“She’s with Pep’s mom and dad in California for a couple of weeks since they just got back from a cruise and haven’t seen her in a while. I miss her. Facetiming every day just doesn’t cut it.”

“Starting to get a little itchy - ready for her to get home. I get that. I adore my cousin’s children. Been around them nearly every day of their lives the first year. Then she moved to Idaho for a job and I didn’t get to see them again until they were almost two. She visits more often now, I’ve seen them every two weeks for the last four months. It’s hectic - but I love it when there are toys, crayons, and blankets scattered everywhere in my living room. When they leave, man, I swear I sleep for a whole day then just sort of sit around looking at the cleanliness with a little bit of disdain.”

“Luckily I have you lot to make a mess, so it doesn’t seem so bad right now.”

“Well,” you laugh, “That’s certainly one way to look at it. Okay, ready for more of the fluff?”

“Bring it.”

“How do you handle a bad hair day?”

“I’ve never had one in my life. Next question.”

“Okay, if you were to do a superhero calendar, which month would you be and what would you be wearing for it?” Tony shakes a finger at you, grinning.

“See, Rhodey told me about this question, so I’ve had some time to think about it...I’d say I would like to be June or July, what did Cap choose?”

“May.”

“July then. AC/DC shirt with a jacket and jeans, holding on of the older Iron Man masks under one arm. Fireworks in the background, maybe holding the shield. Really sell it, ya know.”

“If it was just you, no showing off...just something nice for Pepper.”

“September. It’s when we got married. What about you?”

“October.”

“Costume or regular clothes?”

“Depends on the photographer and how I’m feeling, I guess. Ideally, both. The favorite as the big picture and the other in the bottom corner or something.”

“You’ve had time to figure out your answer too, huh?”

“Sixteen interviews.”

“Sixteen? That doesn’t seem right.”

“Sam, Clint, Wanda, Bruce, Hope, Scott, Steve, Vision, Peter, and Rhodey. Natasha, Bucky, Shuri, T’Challa, Okoye, and you. Sixteen.”

“In four days. Like speed dating for a writer.”

“That’s what I told Sam!”

Tony walks you back to your room, discussing his favorite snacks, telling you what Monte Carlo is actually like before suggesting you go there on vacation with the dirtiest smirk you have ever witnessed first-hand. He then offers to let you try out a suit when Steve goes for his run tomorrow morning, which you feel a flutter of hope that you actually do get to do something like that.

He gives you a tender pat on your forearm when he says goodnight, leaving while whistling what you’re sure is ‘I’ll Be Seeing You’ by Billie Holiday.

You stay up for a few hours over what you should, furiously typing up your interview with Tony when Amelina finally texts you the gif of Kermit on the typewriter with the words “GO TO SLEEP!” immediately under it. You sigh, rubbing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose, but you do as she bids, texting her first that she needs to get her ass to bed too. You finish it up with “Stalker” with the eyeball emoji. Shuffling into your pajamas and letting the plush bedding swallow and comfort you, mind still thinking of all the things you need to add to the interview piece.

And that’s how you drift off, thinking of a shield of Iron Man armor drifting around the Earth.

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Someone is in your room far too early for your liking, poking you awake then ordering you into the bathroom. You sleepily realize it’s Tony before stumbling to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and managing to hop/change into a pair of black leggings with constellations all over and a dark gray t-shirt before returning to the bedroom.

“Don’t give me the glare pout. I brought coffee.” Tony has socks and shoes laid out for you and when you raise an eyebrow at him, he just shrugs then taps his wrist where a watch would be. Slipping into the shoes and socks as quickly as possible, he hands you a tall ceramic mug, bidding you to follow him quickly and quietly down the hallway towards his workshop.

When you get in, you see one of the earlier suits standing in the middle of the room and the butterflies in your stomach turn to little stones that sink and pile up when realizing what you’re about to do. The sweet coffee doesn’t help now that reality settles in. Are you really gonna do this?!

“Scared?” You can’t even manage words right now, so you just nod. “Good. Healthy. Smart, even.” He touches it, the suit open beneath his fingertips like a mechanical flower. “Come on,” He eggs. “FRIDAY and I are here to keep you safe.” You nod again, nerves or not eating breakfast - you aren’t sure which it is - is making you feel the first tendrils of nausea. “You don’t have to.” Tony offers the out, studying you carefully.

“No, I want to.” He helps you into the suit and just as it closes you hear him ask if you’re claustrophobic.

“Maybe you should have led with that Tony!” Thankfully, though, you aren’t - well not with this you don’t seem to be. It is close around your body, but it’s not a crushing, tight sort of feeling you would associate with claustrophobia.

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes. Did you just hear me yell at you?”

“Yes, but I ignored it.” You can see him move to stand directly before you. “Perfect. Wanna try walking first. Careful steps first so you don’t damage my floors.”

“If I eat shit in this suit?”

“Just gently push yourself up and get up like normal.” You do pretty well and Tony is smiling, watching like a proud parent. “Okay, let’s try hovering.”

“Hovering?!”

“Yeah. FRIDAY give her a little lift.”

“Yes, Boss.” Sounds in your ears softly before you hear a soft hum and feel the suit lift you from the ground.

“Holy shit,” You murmur, leaning forward and then backward to test the feeling of floating.

And just about that time when Steve comes in with Bucky, Sam, and Rhodey all in tow.

“Tony, do you know where -” He pauses, seeing Tony on the ground and the suit hovering a handful of feet off the ground. “Tell me she isn’t in there.”

“Okay. She isn’t in there.”

“Tony!”

“Steve!”

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Miss?”

“Do they always argue like an old married couple?”

“Yes, Miss, they do.”

“Get her out of that thing!”

“She’s hovering off the ground Steve! Not being sent out to tackle an arms dealer!”

“Can you set me down, FRIDAY? I can see the vein in Cap’s forehead throbbing.” The boosters die down, FRIDAY setting you down gently before the helmet flips up. “Let me out please, FRIDAY.” The rest of the suit opens and Tony offers an outstretched hand with his lips pressed in a thin line.

“Listen, I don’t want to be the person to give Captain America an aneurysm, so we’re all going to the kitchen to have breakfast.” You start past Tony and when you get to Steve you reach out, patting his chest twice. “And pull the stick out a little, Cap.” Bucky snorts before following, Sam shaking his head with a big smile before following.

“You know, every day I like her more.” Rhodey chuckles out. “Come on you two, you heard the lady. Breakfast. Bucky’s probably volunteering to cook as we speak.” Both Avengers give each other a look before mumbling out half-assed apologies and all three men then headed for the kitchen and the sound of multiple peels of laughter.

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Bucky and Wanda make omelets as big as the freaking plates while Sam makes bacon and sausage, all of it is delicious - not to mention highly entertaining as Scott did a few magic tricks, making Dr. Strange arch an eyebrow when he pulled cards from his mouth. Dr. Strange and Wong lead you to the zen garden afterwards, Wong leading in a small meditation set before you begin the interview.

Wong is nearly as closed off as Okoye, giving you just shy of not much, so you chalk it up to the fact that secrets seem to go hand-in-hand with mysticism. He does tell you about Tibet and how Stephen got him to listen to Beyonce. He is also a devotee of Adele and Boston.

“Like to keep that one name thing alive, huh, Wong?” He just chortles, taking a sip of his strawberry hibiscus tea.

Dr. Strange goes over his life before the accident and about not returning to medicine.

“I thought that was important, being the asshole surgeon who was the best at everything, the smartest at everything. The accident took everything from me and I was willing to do whatever to get that back. To return to being me. The Ancient One showed me that there was so much more than me to see.”

Twenty minutes later and you and Wong are fighting back laughter. “He thought Dr. Strange was my ‘made-up name’ and not my actual given name.”

“To be fair, the doctor part was an add on. And he’s sort of fair in assuming that’s a made-up name...I mean he’s already met Captain America, Iron Man, War Machine, Falcon, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Black Panther, Scarlet Witch, and Ant-Man. Dr. Strange isn’t that much of a leap after that.” But honestly, you can see Peter doing that, and that’s why you’re still fighting back the giggles.

After a couple of hours with the magic-wielding pair, you have FRIDAY lead you to Pepper. She’s in her office, a white-walled space with homey pictures scattered on them while several vases of flowers adorn the top of a small antique-looking half-table painted in a dark blue. She’s in a soft pink button-up blouse with a pair of charcoal lounge pants, her hair up in a messy ponytail as she looks up from her laptop.

Pepper is the most comfortable with the questions by far, both serious and fluff, and navigates them both with wonderful tact and subtle humor.

She talks about Stark Industries, about the Avengers, about her suit - Rescue. But you enjoy it most when she talks about Tony and Morgan. Her whole demeanor changes; her body seems to relax, her voice softens and her bright eyes get all the brighter.

“It seems like that’s the only time Tony is really, truly happy. And after I got him back...living our lives, being with each other and having a family - the simpler life...that’s all that mattered. I know Tony and I know he has a hard time shutting his brain off, but those five years while everyone else was struggling,” Pepper sighs, looking guilty. “I was having a life I dreamed about. It wasn’t complete - we had so many taken from us but we had each other. He was alive. That’s all I could have asked for. And then Morgan came along and I thought, maybe this won’t be so bad. Maybe Tony won’t feel so guilty anymore. Maybe he’ll get some rest,” She smiles ruefully. “When people tell you about kids, they say you won’t be getting much sleep. But I was hoping she’d wear him out enough to sleep.”

She nearly brings you to tears when she talks about the fight with Thanos - how she almost lost Tony again - before she clutched onto his shoulder, Rhodey’s armored hand clinging to her’s, Clint’s hand gripping onto Rhodey’s shoulder and Carol holding onto his. Steve is on Tony’s other shoulder with Thor’s hand heavy on Steve’s shoulder while Sam and Bucky are holding onto each other’s hands while Peter grips Thor’s free shoulder hard and Natasha squeezes Peter’s hand reassuringly. All of the Avengers forming around Tony in the gauntlet, shouldering the sheer force of the stones so they all walk away together this time.

“And it worked,” Pepper’s voice breaks a little, the emotion, even three years later is high. “I got to keep Tony, Morgan got to keep her dad...the world got to keep it’s Iron Man. Natasha was brought back, everyone from the Snap was back - it was more than we could have hoped for. Tony, Bruce, and Shuri rebuilt Vision a little while after we rebuilt the compound. I - I just couldn’t have asked for more.”

The words seem to break you the second time around, sitting in your room, sobbing on the floor as the interview stops playing through your headphones.

You don’t hear the soft knock at the door. You don’t hear Bucky and Peter enter but you feel Peter pull you into a hug while Bucky strokes your hair, making you cry all the harder. When you’re all cried out, Peter lifts you from the plush carpet as Bucky saves and closes your laptop, setting it carefully on the desk as Peter tucks you into bed.

“It’s okay, Y/N. We’re all here. We’re all okay.” You’re nodding against your pillow, not knowing how he knew what you were sobbing over, these five days finally hitting you.

“I got her, kid. Go grab some water and some aspirin for her from the kitchen. Get an apple or banana too, she’ll need something on her stomach when she gets up.” Peter nods eagerly before squeezing your hand twice and disappearing from the room. “Want me to stay?” You manage a nod as he kicks off his boots and settles against the headboard. You turn to face him, reaching out for his metal hand, watching a sad smile flit across his face. “Get some rest, doll. I’m gonna stay right here.” He brings your hand to his lips, gentle and soft on the back of your hand. “Not going anywhere.”

An hour later, when Steve and Shuri are looking for Bucky, they find him sleeping slouched to one side but still mostly upright, with your hand wrapped firmly around his vibranium one.

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[PART 3]

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Looking For a Hearbeat (6/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Chapter Summary: You and Bucky have an encounter.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings for this chapter: angst, cursing, physical violence, drunk jerks, smut.

A/N: Thanks @nedthegay @poealsobucky @theoneblogicareabout @bigplantdaddy for being so kind in volunteering to help me with this chapter! You’re all amazing! Also, I dedicate this particular chapter to @lostinthoughtsandfeelings. You said something in one of your amazing feedbacks that stuck in my head and inspired me for this chapter.

Please, let me know what you all think.

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Masterlist.

Bucky’s glad Anna picked their usual pub. The place and its regulars are used to having the Avengers as customers, even if not all of them knew Tony Stark was the owner, so gushing around them was rarely an issue. While Bucky drinks his scotch, Anna sips from her colored cocktail on the stool right next to him.

“I’m still trying to figure out how you stand drinking that.” He shakes his head and makes a face, resting his glass on the counter.

“Right back at you, buddy.” She nods towards his whiskey, making him chuckle. “But, hey, no more dodging the ball.” She places her drink next to his and her face gets serious, “How are you? Really?”

Bucky sighs. The question of the hour. “I don’t know…” he tightens his lips as he gives the most honest answer he can put out at the moment, “I really don’t… Ever since she’s come back, Anna, it’s like there’s this iron shield or something around my chest.” He draw circles with his metal hand above the place where his heart his. “And everything is locked inside, inaccessible, impenetrable, it’s…it’s suffocating. I feel like I’m fucking drowning…” his voice trails off. He gulps, staring down at his feet when he feels Anna’s hand above his.

“We’ve talked about this so many times, Bucky. The possibility of her coming back…” she says, giving him a soft smile that doesn’t conceal the worry in her eyes: “You have to allow yourself to feel… whatever it is you’re feeling, whether i’s anger, sorrow, happiness, love…” Her voice is small at the last words, but she keeps speaking, “If you don’t, it’s just like you said, you’ll drown yourself. You’re past that… aren’t you?”

His brow raises and he blows out a puff of air, shaking his head. “I thought I was.”

It’s taken him some time before he allowed himself to feel anything other than guilt after you left. He knew it was his fault. He had lost you because of how fucked up he was… It was Anna who helped him understand what else he felt about that.

The anger came. He got angry because of the way you left. Because you said those things to him, making him feel unworthy, unlovable. It was only then he understood you didn’t have the obligation to be with him, but you didn’t have the right to do what you did… Then he felt sad. He allowed the feeling of dejection to surface before he admitted he missed you, and that the love he felt was still inside him. And then he accepted the fact it was over and there was nothing he could do about it, other than try and move on. He started to get better when he allowed all of those feelings inside him.

But the nightmares... they never stopped.

Then you come back and he’s back to square one.

“Have you talked to her?” Anna squeezes his hand.

“I’ve got nothing to talk to her about…” Bucky promptly and sharply answers, pulling his hand away, as if the question itself is some kind of insult.

Anna visibly flinches, placing her hand on her lap and Bucky wants to punch himself.

“I´m sorry, it’s just that… Everything has already been said, I don’t know what we would have to talk about to each other anymore.” He uses a calmer tone this time.

She nods, giving him a reassuring smile, “Has she tried to talk to you? Approach you somehow?”

Bucky then tells Anna about the episode when he found you on his bed, mentioning what you had explained to him about asking Friday to wake you up while Steve was away when he had nightmares.

“Oh, wow…” Anna seems at a loss for words for a second before she adds, “Bucky I really think you should talk to her. Maybe if you tell her how she made you feel. It would give you some closure to both of you. It’s clear she’s still caught up on you, for whatever reason.” She shrugs, crossing her arms in front of herself.

“I don´t know, Anna” Bucky lowers his head, shaking it. His voice is timid. “I don’t think I can take all of that again…”

“Then I’m here for you.” Anna cuts him off. “You know I’ll have your back. I’ll always be here for you.”

Her words fill his heart with fondness and a small smile forms in his face, “I know,” he says as he reaches for her hand once again, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on it. He doesn´t notice how her breath hitches on her throat, as the sweet fruity smell from her perfume fills up his nostrils, making him remember the comfort she’s able to provide him. For a second he ponders how easy it would be to love Anna… easier than-

“Y/N.”

“What?” He promptly asks, his brows closely knitting together as he moves her hand away from his lips to stare at her.

“Y/N’s here.” She answers with widening eyes, nodding behind his shoulder.

Bucky tilts his upper body to look in the same direction. There you are, a few feet away from him, sitting on a small table, sipping from a glass of whiskey. Even from the distance he can see the red lipstick on your lips.

His mouth is dry. You’re sitting with your profile to him and your dress has the perfect length, clinging around your thighs, exposing your gorgeous skin. Sweat starts to coat his hands. Why do you have to be so damn beautiful? All the fucking time? Memories of the two of you together in that exact same place flood into his mind. You had so much fun there. Talking, drinking, dancing... His stomach flips inside him as he catches you laughing and touching someone’s arm. Only then he sees Nat and Wanda are there, too.

“Bucky?”

He blinks and turns to the voice calling him.

Oh, yeah...Anna.

“Are you ok?”

‘Yeah...yeah,” warmth overflows his cheeks as he lies, trying to not let the torment inside him to ooze into his voice, “Sorry.” He attempts to smile, but he doesn’t think he’s succeeding.

“Listen,” Anna sighs, downcast eyes avoiding his. Bucky can’t quite figure the reason for her saddened demeanor, so assumes is disappointment in him, “Just her presence is enough to unsettle you. I mean it when I say talking to her might be good for you, Bucky.”

He only nods, bringing his glass to his lips and gulping down the rest of his whiskey before turning to Anna, clearing his throat to try and kill the lump forming there. “I gotta go to the bathroom, be back in a sec.” He swiftly gets up and bolts away, leaving Anna and the sight of you behind.

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“I swear to God, the things I had to do to talk him out of hanging a Reese Witherspoon poster on the wall…”

Tears form in your eyes as you and Nat laugh hysterically when Wanda let slip that Vision’s favorite movie of all time was Legally Blond. The fact that he had the lines memorized didn’t surprise you since he was the smartest being you’ve ever met, but thinking he would use his supreme intelligence for that was just amazing.

Nat was right. You did need a drink. And you did need your girls. Hanging with them eases down the heaviness of your heart, at least a bit, even if the place they chose was one full of memories of Bucky, of you and him together.

You almost hadn’t thought of him so far.

Almost.

Your laugh dies instantly when a particular memory of him telling you he loved you with a whisper in your ear and hand skimming up your thigh under the table flashes in your memory. While everyone around you drank and laughed, you only saw his eyes, smiles, and dirty secret touches to each other.

You empty your glass with one single gulp, before addressing your still giggling friends. “I’m gonna get more of this,” you shake your glass and get up, walking towards the balcony for a much needed refill.

“Hey, Sandy. Hit me up, girl.” You smile and hand the glass to the same bartender from all those years ago.

“Y/N, good to have you back,” she winks at you as she pours out the strong liquor.

You’re about to say something back when another female voice reaches your ears, “I already told you I’m not interested.”

Turning towards the voice, you see an obviously drunk man standing too close to a clearly uncomfortable girl…Wait, Adrianna?

“Oh, come on,” the man whines. They’re a couple of seats away from you, so you can clearly hear them. Given how disturbed she seems you keep paying attention.

“Just one drink, babe. You’re here all alone, I can keep you company.” He leans closer and you can see when Adrianna makes a face and tilt her head away from his breath.

“Fuck off, dude.” She grabs her purse from the balcony and motions to get up.

“Don’t be a fucking bitch.” The guy grabs her by the arm, making her trip on her heels, and that’s your cue.

In a second you’re behind him, tapping on his shoulder, “Hey, asshole.”

“What?” he barks, and as he turns to you, he throws Adrianna to the floor and aims a sloppy punch on your face. You lazily dodge it by tilting your head backwards and use the heel of your palm to strike up under his nose. He screeches and falls to the ground next to Adrianna, covering the bleeding nose with his hands.

“Hey, John.” As you extend a helping hand to Adrianna, you smile at the pub`s bodyguard who crosses through the small gathering of curious people to get to you.

“Asshole?” he tilts his head questioningly at you, pointing at the pathetic squirming form on the floor.

You huff and nod before he only smirks and drags said asshole out of the pub, dispersing the small circle of people around you on his way.

Finally, you look down at a dumbfounded Adrianna, who’s still sitting on the floor and has yet to grab your helping hand.

You smile. “Come on. Are you o-?”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Someone else’s hand bats yours away and your heart stops when you see him. Bucky’s inflamed eyes bore into your widened ones as he pulls Adrianna up, ignoring the calls of his name in her voice, “What the hell did you do? Huh? Stay the fuck away from her.”

He points his finger at you, and you’re speechless at his outburst. Is he.... Does he seriously think you’re the one who hurt her?

“Bucky! Stop, stop.” Adrianna takes his hand, pulling it away from where it was shoved in your face, succeeding on making him finally look at her, “Y/N was helping me. There was this drunk guy being a jerk, I fell because of him. She kicked his ass.” She looked at you and smile, “It was awesome, by the way. Thank you, Y/N.”

The shock on Bucky’s face makes the pain in your throat even sharper. You felt your shoulders dropping and the eager need to vanish from the face of the earth is suffocating. Smiling back tightly, you focus on Adrianna, not able to look at Bucky for a single second longer.

“Are you ok?” You gesture towards her arm, surprised that you managed a low, but steady tone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

You nod and are quick in adding, “I’m glad. Take care.”

You turn around, ignoring Adrianna’s appeals for you to wait as you rush to the exit, being followed promptly by Nat and Wanda, who have seen everything from the table.

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You can’t shake the look on Bucky’s face. He thought you had hurt Adrianna and you felt like a disgusting tiny insect under his enraged stare. You know you deserve it. You know you’ve given plenty of reasons to kill any trust he might have had in you.

But it hurts, anyway.

Of course sleep doesn’t come easily for you after that. This is why you’re still in your dress, barefoot, rolling a cigarette and a lighter between your fingers inside the elevator up to the rooftop. It used to be an old habit of you and Bucky before. Whenever there was a tough mission or something like that, you would share a single secret cigarette in the fresh air of the roof.

The elevators doors open. Here you are again.

Alone, this time.

After you lit up the cigarette, you set the lighter on the floor and take a deep drag, leaning your side against the nearest wall.

“Bad habits die hard, huh?”

The husky voice is what makes you to freeze, before you follow the voice and see his silhouette sitting on a bench a few feet beside you in the shadows. You can see the tip of a burning cigarette in his hands.

“Don’t you mean ‘old’ habits?” you answer, chewing on your lower lip.

“Is there a difference?” He turns his face to you, but the darkness covers part of his expression.

“No. I guess not.” You bring the cigarette to your lips again. Maybe another deep drag could do something about the tension gathering in your shoulders.

He chuckles, but there’s no humor in the sound. The silence lingers for an immeasurable moment and that relentless uneasiness you keep feeling around him nowadays insists on taking over.

Should you say something? Should you head downstairs and leave him alone?

“I’m sorry… about earlier,’ he eventually murmurs, and the words twist your guts.

“Please, don’t!” You squeeze your eyes shut. “I don’t think I can handle you apologizing to me, ever...”, you whisper. Does he hear you? Can he understand where you’re coming from?

He does hear you.

“No, I mean it.” He throws the half-smoked cigarette to the floor and put it out with the tip of his shoes, placing his hands over his thigh while looking at you, “Anna, told me what you did… I wasn’t fair to you.”

God, what you want to do is to run to his lap, hold him close to you and never let him go again, saying what isn’t fair is what you did to him, what you said, what you made him feel... But you manage to gulp down that urge and say, “Don’t worry about it, it’s ok.”

He nods, going quiet again and turning his face away from you.

Your stomach feels heavy inside you and the smoke around you now only twirls it even more, so you mimic him and put your cigarette out on the floor. You don’t think you can handle the silence any longer,

“Adrianna seems nice,” you point out, crossing your arms in front of you.

“She’s perfect.” Bucky answers simply. If he knows how much the words sting, he doesn’t show it. He’s still staring ahead and taps his thighs before getting up. “Alright, have a nice night.”

You straighten up your posture, moving away from the wall. As he walks past you towards the elevator, he doesn’t look at you, but your gaze is stuck on him.

“Did she ever tell you she’s in love with you?”

Oh… you have no idea why, but the phrase blurts out from your lips. You need to know.

Bucky stops on his tracks and before he could cross the elevator’s opened doors, he briskly turns to you. “What the fuck are you saying?” His eyes narrow at you.

“She didn’t, then… It’s pretty fucking obvious, Bucky. I just thought that she’s being so perfect, she would have told you by now,” you challenge, puffing your chest and tipping your chin up defensively when he struts towards you.

“You don’t know a single thing about Anna.” He’s inches from you now and you can see the vein popping in his neck.

His inflamed eyes don’t make you budge as you stare back at him defiantly, “And what the hell would you know about love, huh?” He spits. He’s so close, you can feel the heat emanating from his chest onto yours.

“I know that she’s perfect, just like you said.” You step closer, “And I’m not. I’m far from perfect, right?”

He sizes you up before raising a brow at you, “Damn right, you have nothing on her.” He’s about to leave, but you’re quicker, grabbing his t-shirt with a balled fist where the fabric covers his chest.

“Oh, yeah? What about you? Do you love her, Bucky?”

His attention switches from where you’re holding him to your face, as you tip your head to the side, never breaking eye contact. His jaw twitches and he blinks repeatedly, scrutinizing your face. His breathing is heavy and his silence speaks for itself.

You smirk. “You don’t.” Your head shake and you sprawl your fingers over his broad chest.

He immediately brings his flesh hand over it and instead of moving yours away, he just covers it, surprising you and himself. He has you almost trapped against the wall.

All you do is move your leg a bit up to have it hooked between his. The up and down of his heavy breathing moves both of your hands and his warm touch resounds into a coil in your lower belly, leaving your heart hammering in your chest.

“No… You don’t love her. And do you know why?” you ask.

His lips are slightly parted when you dare to bring yours closer, almost letting them brush against the softness of his. “Because love, my dear...love isn’t perfect.”

It’s a split of second before his lips are on yours.

You stumble backwards with the ferocity he uses and your back meets the wall. His hands fly to cup your cheeks, holding your face fiercely to his. You cling to his shirt, before your hands move smoothly up his chest, accepting the bruising kiss with everything you have.

While his lips moves against yours in a demanding way, sucking, nipping, your fingers find room among his locks, making him groan when you pull at them a bit. You kiss him back...urgently, violently, deeply, wonderfully. You moan when his tongue tangled into yours, urging a desperate need in your body. He presses his himself tighter against you and you can feel the evidence of his neediness growing in his movements

Despite the desperation, you’re finally at ease… finally. You belong to that kiss and, for a moment, it feels like you’ve never run away from it. From him. From his love.

Breathing is only possible when he drags his lips from your mouth to your jaw. His hands make their way down your neck until they meet your covered breasts. You gasp when he squeezes them and suck harshly right over your pulsing point, then down to the valley between your breasts, your cleavage allowing him access to your skin. He’s gonna leave you bruised and you don’t fucking care.

You want him, you need him, you love him.

Your fingers are still on his hair when he drops to his knees and buries his cheek in your belly, wrapping his arms securely around your waist. The hold around you is strong, like he’s afraid you aren’t really there. His eyes are squeezed shut while, for a minute, he only stays there, holding you that way.

The touch is painfully faint when his hands glide down your hips and he dips them beneath your dress. Panting, you prop your hands flat on the wall behind you while you watch him cautiously, slowly, like he was touching something highly valuable and breakable.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. They pop open and you yelp when he’s not careful anymore, ripping the delicate fabric and quickly bunching up your dress, leaving the remains of the ruined lace attached to one of your thighs.

His opened mouth meets your bare mound and he moves his head side to side, ravishing the delicate skin with messy and wet kisses, while his hands grip hard on your ass, pressing you firmer against him like he couldn’t get you close enough.

You gasp and whimper while his lips explore further, reaching your dripping folds, prompting your hands to go back to the back of his head. Lapping at you, he moans and your legs tremble. He hooks his flesh hand under your thigh and pulls it over his shoulder, opening you up for him, while his metal palm continues gripping determinedly on your ass.

You look down and what you see sparkles in your needing core. You’re completely encaged in Bucky’s grasp. His eyes are closed and he hums and groans while his face is buried into your pussy and he takes his fill of you with the same ferocity he used to kiss you a few moments before. He acts like a starved man and only you can satisfy him. You’re dripping wet and he welcomes it all, like his sanity depends solely on your taste.

Meanwhile, you’re a mess.

Your hair falls over your eyes, your skin searing hot while droplets of sweat run down your forehead. You clutch his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails, but you have no control over his movements. You just let him drink of you, wantonly, frantically. His tongue, lips, chin, nose...they’re deep into your pussy, ravishing you from your cunt to your clit and you know you’re about to explode from inside out.

You want him to have it all.

All of you.

He flicks his tongue over your throbbing clit and that’s it. Your head fall backwards and you cry out the most powerful orgasm you’ve felt in years.

It’s the kind of ecstasy only he’s been able to shower you with. His grip tightens on you and he takes what you give him, moaning through his own satisfaction, making the spurs of pleasure almost unbearable as your cunt clenches around nothing.

You still feel the aftershocks of your orgasm when he stands,looking down and furiously unbuckling his belt. You gather some energy to tilt his chin up and eagerly run your tongue over it, licking the remains of your pleasure from his face.

Tasting yourself on his skin makes your pussy ache all over again.

A long snarls slips out of his parted lips and he pulls down his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock.

You can’t help but look down and lick your lips when you see how rock hard he his in his hand. While you support yourself with your hands on his shoulders, he lifts your leg, and in one hasty move is deep inside you, forcing you a gasp out of you. He doesn’t wait another second before starting a feral pace, holding your leg up around his waist and brutally attacking your neck with his lips and teeth. Between ragged breathing and grunting sounds, your back bumps into the wall at the same pace he uses to shove himself into you.

Tears form in your eyes and you let them fall, tasting the salt when they reach your breathless parted lips.

It’s been so long… so long…

He backs away from your neck only to rip off your dress and tear your bra in half, exposing your breasts to the cold air. You dig your ankle into his hips as he covers your chest with his mouth and hands. He pinches, bites, sucks, licks… all while his hips keep snapping in a ruthless pace into yours. Reaching down, he rubs your sensitive clit, effortlessly bringing you to a second orgasm which trembles through your whole body.

He swallows your scream with his lips, before he leaves your mouth and rests his forehead in the crook of your neck, bringing the hand he used to coax your pleasure to your parted lips. You seize the opportunity to dart your tongue out and twirl it around his finger, once again reveling in the feel of yourself through him.

A deep grunt pours from his lungs and he holds himself with his metal arm against the wall as the other one leaves your mouth to grab your lifted thigh and pull your core even closer to him, his hips stall against yours and you feel the long hot spurts of his release as he finishes inside you, glueing his cheek against yours.

You both stay like this, like neither of you have the strength or the will to back away first. You can feel his heartbeat reverberating through your own chest and honestly, you feel alive. It’s like you’ve spent two years of your life looking for a heartbeat inside your chest and you finally found it with him.

A new turmoil washes over you as your body is numb, but also filled with contentment, hope, love…

After what feels like forever and too soon at the same time, you both hiss when he slips out of you and drops your leg. He doesn’t look at you when he steps away and tucks himself back in his pants, but your gaze never leaves his unreadable face.

You can’t. You can’t let him go.

The hope that has swelled into you pushes you to step towards him again and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his chest to you again.

“I love you,” you whisper in his ear. “I love you.” You place a kiss on his cheek, and another, and another.

You’re so lost in the overwhelming feelings which have prompted your confession that you don’t notice his muscles going rigid.

You focus only on the racing heartbeat against your chest. It’s only when he tilts his head back that you see his clenched teeth and his eyes close knit together in a mix of confusion and… anger.

You start to bring your hands to caress his cheeks, but before you can touch him, he abruptly grabs your wrists and pins them firmly on the wall above your head.

“You,” he says through ground teeth, as his hot breath hovers over your mouth and unforgiving eyes burn into yours, “know nothing about love.”

He drops your arms before he turns around and swiftly leaves, without looking back.

He doesn’t get to see the shame and dejection that etches onto your face as your heart stops with an unbearable ache. He doesn’t see when you recoil into yourself and drag your body to sit on the floor, pulling up the ripped fabric of your dress to cover your breasts as fresh tears gather in your eyes.

Part 7 on the Masterlist.

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frequent-phases · 5 years

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Weak

Masterlist

I used Google Translate for the Russian, so please don’t kill me if the translations are wrong. I also got lazy for the longer Russian conversations, so I just bolded them. I hope y’all enjoy!

mladshaya sestra - little sister

Ty menya tozhe oslablyayesh' - You make me weak too

V zaklyucheniye! - Finally!

“Jess, are you almost wrapped up over there?” Tony’s voice called over the coms piece in my ear.

“Not quite.” I grunted, launching myself at one of the five bad guys surrounding me.

“Well hurry up. I’m buying everyone drinks after this.” He whined back.

“Some of us don’t have gadgets to make this fast, Tony.” I huffed, choking one guy out with my legs as I shot at the other four.

“You never asked for any.”

The guy under me was just not passing out and the other four continued closer, reloading their ammo. I rolled my eyes and tightened the grip I had on him, throwing all of my weight to the right, snapping his neck. I tucked myself into a roll coming up and rushing at another man.

“I’ve never used any cool gadgets before, I don’t know what to ask for.” I panted back.

I quickly dodged a punch, using the man’s leg as leverage, grabbing his head, I jumped onto the wall and came down hard, snapping his neck as well. I pulled my tiny gun out of my hip holster, shooting two of the men in the neck. The last guy started shooting, forcing me to hide under the bodies that I had just discarded. It felt like it took hours for the man to run out on ammo yet again as I laid under dead bodies, my own being drenched in their blood. Finally, the shooting stopped, I took the opportunity to launch myself at the man, wrapping my legs around his neck, my soaked body making it easier for me to land on his shoulders. I threw my body weight backward and tightened the leg around his neck as we fell. The impact of my back against the ground knocked the wind from my lungs but I still managed to let out a relieved sigh as I felt a crunch under my leg.

I slowly stood up and made my way to the entrance of the building that we raided, smiling to myself as I walked up the ramp of the quinjet. I strode past my fellow Avengers silently and grabbed a clean towel attempting to wipe some of the grime from the battle off fo my body.

“I’m gonna have to figure something out for you. You’re just too slow.” I heard Tony joke as he approached me.

“Shut up, Stark.” I laughed, throwing my bloodied towel at him.

“Hey! You don’t know what diseases those people had.”

I laughed to myself as I sat down in the only open chair, exhaustion flowing over me as I began to feel the adrenaline wearing off. I winced as I tried to sit back, feeling a sharp pain all over my back.

“Are you okay?” Bucky’s voice asked quietly beside me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been a while since I’ve had to use some of the moves I pulled today.” I explained and he nodded back silently.

“You wouldn’t be sore like that if you would come to our training sessions, mladshaya sestra.” Nat teased.

This, of course, led to a full-blown argument in Russian between the two of us. Being raised in the Red Room with Tasha, I could do pretty much everything that she could, but she was always better at fighting than I was. I tended to stick to infiltration missions rather than combat. The biggest difference between the two of us was that I had been lucky enough to escape before the ‘graduation ceremony’. I managed to move to America and work for S.H.I.E.L.D., choosing to go by Jessica instead of my real name.

Bucky was the only other person on the jet who understood Russian, so he was the only one who laughed along at we slung insults at each other.

“Please, you can’t even flirt your way out of an interrogation.” I scoffed playfully.

“Yeah, and you can’t fight your way out of one!” Tasha accused, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Bullshit! I just killed a man with one leg! I snapped his neck with my thigh, you have to use silly wires!” I exclaimed, smacking my left leg.

“Girls! This is an English only plane!” Clint yelled over his shoulder from the pilot’s chair.

“Sorry, Clint.” We both called meekly, smirking at each other as Bucky laughed to himself.

The rest of the flight was boring and mostly silent, all of us trying to wind down in our own ways. We were almost to the compound when I started fidgeting, I had completely forgotten how tight my tac suit was. It was pretty much the same suit as Tasha’s, hugging my curves in all the right ways, the one difference being that I didn’t have Widow’s Bites like she did.

When the quinjet landed I was the first one to get off, practically running to my room so I could wash the blood off of my body and get ready for a night out.

Hours later, I was dancing with Wanda and sipping on my bellini when she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer so that I could hear her over the pounding music.

“Someone’s staring at you.” She said, giving me a shit-eating grin.

My cheeks flushed as we subtly turned and sure enough, I locked eyes with the brunette super soldier. I felt myself blush as I smiled gently and gave him a small wave that he returned. I may or may not have a teeny tiny crush on Bucky. I mean seriously, have you seen the man? He’s gorgeous!

“Ask him to dance!” Wanda shouted right before the song that we were dancing to ended.

I laughed, shaking my head at her as I finished my drink. I took a short walk to the table that I had claimed and set down my empty glass as I took a seat, silently watching my friends. Nat was failing at trying to teach Bruce how to dance, Tony and Pepper were huddled together at the bar, Wanda had started dancing with Maria, Scott managed to convince Hope to dance with him, and Rhodey, Steve, Thor, and Clint were all sitting at a table laughing loudly together. Then there was Bucky, sitting alone in a quiet booth, observing the room. He looked like he wanted to join in the festivities, but instead opted for hanging back. I sighed to myself, standing up and smoothed out my sequined skirt, then made my way over to the bar for another bellini before heading over to Bucky’s booth and sliding in next to him.

“Don’t feel like dancing?” I asked him.

“I don’t know how to dance to this kind of music.” He admitted with an embarrassed smile.

My ears suddenly perked up as the song changed to one of my favorites, Happier. I pulled Bucky’s drink from his hand, replacing it with my own.

“Come on, I’ll show you.” I smiled, tugging on his arm as I stood.

He reluctantly followed me onto the dance floor. I turned to him just as the beat dropped, holding in a bit of laughter as he just stood there awkwardly. I raised my hands over my head, bouncing slightly as I swayed my hips to the beat, nodding for him to follow my lead. He watched me for a second before he started awkwardly bouncing along to the beat.

“Have fun with it!” I shouted, grabbing his hands and forcing him to dance with me.

By the end of the song, he seemed to get the hang of it, almost comfortable as he swayed his shoulders to the beat. Another one of my favorites started playing, Weak. Bucky gave me an almost panicked look as the song started off slow. I grabbed his hands, pulling him closer and swaying to the beat before the drop.

I sang along at the top of my lungs as the chorus started, smiling brightly at the man in front of me. My words were cut short as Bucky surprised me, confidently spinning me away from him, then pulling me back to him. My face flushed as my bruised back pressed against his chest, I let out a breathy laugh as I looked over my shoulder at him. From that moment, you almost couldn’t tell that Bucky was a man out of time as we danced together, smiles never leaving our faces as we moved in sync.

When the song ended, I didn’t process the next one beginning, I only noticed how close our faces were with my arms thrown lazily around his neck as his own hung around my waist. Becoming extremely aware of our situation as I stared into his beautiful blue eyes, taking a deep breath and pulled away from him.

“I need a drink.” I said with a half-hearted smile. Turning on my heel and walking back to the booth, allowing my smile to drop.

‘I’m an idiot, why would he ever like me?’ I thought to myself as I emptied my nearly full glass. I looked over my shoulder to see Wanda now dancing and laughing with Bucky. I wasn’t jealous, I knew that Wanda only saw him as a big brother figure and that he only saw her as a sister, but for some reason, him not following me back to the booth hurt.

Sighing, a heavy feeling settled itself over my chest. I decided that my night was ruined, so I grabbed my clutch and slipped outside unnoticed. I hailed a cab and quietly took the long car ride home.

I stood at the kitchen counter, still wearing my high heels, sequined skirt, and creme tanktop, making myself a cup of coffee. As the brown liquid started dripping into the mug, I pulled my long hair into a ponytail and began to softly sing to myself.

“But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that? Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that? Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that I’m weak oh ah yeah-eah-eah oh ah yeah-eah-eah But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that? Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that”

I danced to the song to the song in my head for a little while before I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to hear it again out loud.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you play Weak by AJR at full volume?” I called to the AI.

“Yes, Miss Petrova.” She spoke, then played the song.

I danced to the fridge, grabbing my creamer and dancing back to my coffee. I didn’t hear my friends come home as I stirred my drink and then took a long sip, I closed my eyes, humming along to the song.

I imagined dancing with Bucky on the dark dance floor, swaying as if he were there with me, then suddenly he was. My eyes snapped open as his strong arms wrapped themselves around me, gingerly taking the mug from my hands and setting it on the counter, then spinning me around to face him as the song ended once again.

The room was completely silent for what felt like ages as I stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to explain himself.

“I think that’s my new favorite song.” Bucky said quietly. My breath catching in my throat as he dipped to rest his forehead on mine.

“Well, I mean, it’s a good one.” I replied quietly, fumbling over my words.

“You know, you make me weak, and I realized tonight that there’s nothing wrong with that.” He said softly, playing off of the words in the song.

My face broke out into a smile so large that it almost hurt. Before I lost my nerve, I draped one hand behind his neck, tangling the other in his hair and pulled his face to me, closing my eyes as his lips touched mine. The kiss was like nothing I had ever experienced before, there was actual emotion behind it, something that I wasn’t used to. I let out a soft content sigh as Bucky’s strong arms pulled me closer, losing myself in the moment and only pulling away when I needed air.

“Ty menya tozhe oslablyayesh'.” I whispered, biting my lip to hold back a smile as I stared at his painfully handsome face.

“V zaklyucheniye!” Tasha yelled from the other side of the kitchen.

I groaned, pulling away from Bucky’s embrace. “Go away!”

“Nope, this is way too interesting. I might just make some popcorn.” She said with a wicked smirk.

“Natalia Alianovna leave now or I swear I will shave your head in your sleep!” I threatened, just wanting to be left alone with Bucky.

“Doubtful, Nadya, you’d have better luck stealing one of Tony’s suits.”

Bucky leaned casually against the kitchen island, watching the woman he was falling for argue with her so called sister. He shook his head with a fond smile, swearing to himself that he would marry her one day.

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kayteewritessteve · 5 years

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If Only You Knew - 8/19

Description: You arrive home one day to find a wedding invite for two of your best friends from high school. You knew this day was going to come eventually, but even with that said, you weren’t prepared to return home. At least not after 7 years of avoiding Buckhannon, West Virginia. Or rather, avoiding him; your ex-best friend and the secret love of your life. But maybe it was finally time to face your past, to face him, and everything else that happened on that horrible night. Who would have knew that your prom would end up being a total disaster, and the very last night you’d spend in Buckhannon for the next 7 years? you certainly didn’t. That’s for sure.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,860 ish.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Bad and offensive jokes. Possible triggering thoughts, feelings and emotions. Moments of bullying and harsh name calling. Lots of curse words. And a very sloooow burn.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

Giving you all a back to back update as I was slacking the last few days in the posting department. So here’s me making up for that! Hahaha. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!!

July 2018 - Present

Steve was sitting in his squad car outside the local coffee shop, the morning had been pretty slow. No more little woman running stop signs because they were ‘reading’ texts. So, that was a good thing, at least. Though, he would have loved to have ran into her again, but maybe not when he’d need to ticket her for it.

Bucky opened the passenger door and slid into the seat, careful not to spill their coffees as he did. “Nat says the bridal shower is going well,” he commented as he handed Steve his coffee.

“Glad to hear that,” he replied with a smile.

“Yeah, and the girls just arrived,” Bucky added as he buckled his seat belt.

“That’s good, must mean Y/N wasn’t the one driving then, as we didn’t get any reckless driving calls,” he smirked then put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.

Bucky laughed, “Yeah, Hilde drove them over there.”

“That’s probably for the best,” he laughed.

Then Bucky’s phone pinged, and he pulled it out of his pocket to check the message, mumbling a, “well shit,” as he did.

Steve glanced over at his partner, “what happened?”

“Looks like Madi, Kiara and Penelope just arrive at the party,” Bucky scrunched up his nose.

“Shit,” he whispered and shook his head, “that’s probably not going to end well.”

“Yeah, probably not,” Bucky sighed, “but Y/N has Hilde and Wanda with her, they’ll protect her.”

“Let’s hope,” he sighed as well.

“The answer is no,” Bucky said out of nowhere and shook his head firmly, “we are not crashing my fiancée’s bridal shower so you can go protect your girl.”

“Wasn’t thinking that, nor is she ‘my girl’.”

“Ha, please. She has always been, and will always be ‘your girl’. Even if it’s only in your own damn mind,” Bucky paused then smirked. “So, you gonna finally do something about that, punk? Gunna finally make a move?”

“We already talked about this. Now is not the right time.”

Bucky groaned, “that’s what you always say! This is your chance, Steve, don’t miss it again.”

“So where did Nat decide to hold the party anyway?” He asked, attempting to change the subject.

“I’m not telling you shit,” Bucky shook his head. “For all I know, you’ll go limp mode again and we will magically end up outside the damn venue.”

At that Steve shoved Bucky’s shoulder, “I will not.”

“Really?” He glared at him. “Should we test that theory?”

“Fuck off, jerk.”

“My point exactly,” he shook his head. “You can’t resist the urge to protect her,” he paused, “or rescue her for that matter. It’s like ingrained into your soul or some shit,” he grumbled but Steve just ignored him as his mind began to travel back to one of the many times he’d had to rescue her in high school. Or rather, one of the few times he had actually failed to protect her…

January 2010 - 8 years ago.

“Where is she?” He skidded to a stop in front of his friends, “what happened?”

They all looked amongst themselves then Nat pointed across the hall to the girls bathroom door, “Madeleine happened.”

Hilde scoffed, “what’s new?”

He turned to look at the girls washroom then back to his friends, “what the fuck did she do this time?”

“Dumped an entire tray of lunch on her,” Wanda said flatly.

“It’s mac and cheese day,” Clint added as he cringed.

“Fuck,” Steve mumbled then he turned and headed towards the door.

“Dude, you can’t go in there!” Sam yelled but he just ignored him and pushed open the bathroom door. Like a silly rule was going to stop him from getting to her. Ha. Please.

He entered the bathroom and saw that there was luckily only one stall in use, clearly hiding her inside it. He walked over and knocked on the door, “Y/N?” He said quietly.

“Steve?!” She gasped. “What are you doing in here?”

“I’m here to check my makeup out, obviously,” he chuckled. But then a silence fell over them, he was hoping his joke would make her laugh, even just a little, but it clearly hadn’t worked. He quickly cleared this throat then corrected his original statement, “I’m here to check on you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” she sighed, “and you aren’t supposed to be in here.”

“When have I ever followed the rules?” He asked, and even though he couldn’t see her, he could feel her eye roll through the door.

“Ain’t that the truth,” she mumbled through the door.

“So, you gonna come out, or just hide in that stall all day?”

“Hide in the stall all day,” she answered.

“Y/N,” he shook his head and laughed, “just come out here.”

“No, I’m covered in food, and if you didn’t know it’s—“

He cut in, “Mac and cheese day. Yeah, I know, Clint filled me in.”

“So then you know why I’m refusing to come out,” she sighed again, “this was my favourite shirt to.” Her sad voice caused him to believe she was most likely pouting now. But before he could speak the main bathroom door opened and a couple girls came waltzing into the room, stopping dead in their tracks once they noticed Steve.

“Ah,” one girl started but then another beat her to it. “You can’t be in here, Steve,” she crossed her arms.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, normally I’d agree with you on that buuuuut,” he shrugged. “I kind of have more important things to worry about at the moment,” he pointed at the bathroom stall, hoping that would be explanation enough. It seemed to work as the girls all looked between each other then giggled and turned to leave, once the door closed behind them he focused back on the mission at hand. Getting Y/N out of that damn stall. “Y/N, I bet it’s not even that bad, just come out here and we will get you all cleaned up.”

“No,” she replied like a small child.

He sighed then walked into the stall beside hers, putting the seat down and stepping up onto the toilet. Once he was up there he peered over the stall at her, “see, doesn’t even look that bad at all.”

“Steven!” Her head snapped up and her eyes went wide, “get down you creep!”

He throw his head back and laughed. “Not until you get out of that stall, don’t make me come in there to get you.” He raised a challenging eyebrow at her, as if begging her to try him. She just glared up at him, clearly trying to tell if he was bluffing or not, but then she sighed and unlocked the door. Steve jumped off the toilet with a loud thump and joined her in the main part of the washroom. “See, not that bad,” he pointed to her shirt.

“Liar,” she deadpanned.

“I’d never lie to you, Y/N,” he winked.

“Mm hm,” she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “I’m surprised your giant ass had to stand on the toilet to look over the stall wall. How does it feel to be too short for once?”

He feigned insult and put a hand over his chest, “excuse me?” Then he turned and peered behind himself at his butt, “first off, my ass is NOT that big!” He turned back to her, “and secondly, they make the stall walls that tall for this exact reason.” He gestured to his entire self, “tall people.”

She stared at him for a moment then burst out laughing, “I think you were dropped on your head as a child.”

“Oh probably,” he shrugged, “have you met Tony?”

She shook her head and playfully frowned, “sadly, I have.”

They both laughed and then she looked down at her shirt, pulling it away from her body to examine it. “Still not okay with her ruining my favourite shirt though,” she actually pouted now, or at least he saw it this time.

“I’m sorry, Y/N—“

She cut him off and looked up at him, “Why are you sorry!?”

“You know why,” he sighed.

She shook her head, “Stevie, you can’t control other people, or their actions. This is no ones fault but Madeleines.”

And all he could think was, if only she knew exactly why Madeleine painted a target on her back. It wasn’t just because Madeleine was a bitch, though that was a huge part of it, it was because to every one but Y/N, Steve’s feelings for her were plain as day.

He wasn’t the best at hiding them, minus from her, it was how he looked at her when she wasn’t paying attention. And how he talked about her when she wasn’t around. And how he went out of his way to make sure she was happy and carefree. He did everything in his power to shield her from the bullies and the fuck boys, but sometimes he couldn’t be there every second of the day. And with Y/N being unaware of all of it, that only made it even harder for him to protect her. She would straight up call him out if he just hovered around her all day trying to keep an eye on her. And that would only lead to him being forced to tell her the truth. To tell her how he truly felt and he just wasn’t ready for that. Not yet, at least.

He sighed, “I know, but I feel like she goes after you because we’re friends.”

“Which is so weird because she doesn’t do any of this to Nat, Hilde or Wanda?” She thought out loud as her brows knitted together and she looked down at her shirt again.

“Ah,” he searched around in his head for any excuse to throw out at her, “probably because they were friends with Madi as kids?” He scrunched up his face. That excuse was lame as hell, but he hoped she bought it.

Her deep sigh told him she did. “Yeah, that’s probably it.”

Just then he got an idea, he grabbed the back of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head, revealing a white wife beater underneath. Her eyes snapped up to his and widened slightly at the action. “What are you doing?” She whispered quickly.

He held the shirt out to her. “Giving you something to wear for the rest of the day?” He answered, sort of confused as to why she didn’t realize that. She looked at the shirt and then back up at him, she was shifting her weight back and forth on her feet, clearly unsure what to say. He cleared his throat and started to bring his hand back towards his body. “I mean, unless you’d rather wear mac and cheese all day,” he shrugged nonchalantly, though he felt a pang of hurt that she wouldn’t want to wear his shirt.

“No!” she abruptly said as she reached out for his shirt and cleared her throat. “No, I, ah,” she paused then looked down at the floor, “do not want to wear mac and cheese all day.”

His brows knitted together in confusion but before he could say a word the bathroom door opened again and more girls walked in, only to also stop dead in their tracks at the sight of him.

“Steve, you should probably get out of the girls bathroom now,” she pushed him towards the door lightly, though he barely budged. “You know, before more rumours start to circulate about me,” she laughed trying to play it off as a joke, though there was no humour in it. He knew that for a fact, as he knew all of her laughs off by heart. And that one was not a real laugh. “I’ll change then meet you out there.”

He sighed then nodded, “yeah. Okay.”

Then he walked out, squeezing passed the girls in the doorway and heading over towards his friends.

“So, how’d that go?” Sam asked with a smirk.

“Clearly not well since you’re alone,” Hilde crossed her arms.

“Actually, I’ll have you know it went really well. She’ll be out in a second,” he smiled triumphantly at his disbelieving friends. If any of them could get her out if that washroom, it was him, they never should have doubted that, or him. Nat exaggeratedly rolled her eyes then they all laughed.

A few minutes later his friends started to clap and cat call.

“There she is!” Clint hollered, “our girl!”

Steve spun around to see her coming out of the bathroom, wearing his t-shirt and his heart fluttered at the sight. She had taken the bottom and tied it into a knot right above the waistline of her jeans. Most wouldn’t even be able to tell it wasn’t her shirt, but he knew. It was his and she was currently wearing it, and fucking well at that. Their eyes locked and she had clearly caught him checking her out, a small smile broke out on her face before she quickly looked down and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You look marvellous darling!” Wanda said in an awkward English accent then laughed at herself.

Steve looked away from her, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart at the sight of her. Then he saw Nat giving him that damn knowing look again, paired with her smug smirk. He just glared at her in response. Like always.

“Have I ever told you all how lucky I am to have you guys in my life?” Y/N said as she entered the small group circle.

“A few times,” Sam mused, “but we’ll never say no to compliments,” he laughed.

“Yes! More compliments!” Clint added with a flourish of his hands, “we need more!”

“Noted,” she smiled and nodded, “I’ll keep that in mind!”

Then they all burst out laughing and made their way towards their lockers. The rest of the day Steve could barely keep his eyes off her, which I guess was normal for him, but there was just something about her wearing his shirt that he could barely handle. He was so close to just giving her every one of his shirts so she could just wear one every damn day. That’s how much he enjoyed the sight of it.

He knew right then and there that he was fucking doomed. He had only known her for 5 months but she already held him in the palm of her hand, and what’s worse is she had no fucking clue about that, at all. No clue at just how head over heels he was for her. This was the day he realized it. Realized that if he didn’t already love her, he was well on his way to that outcome. It was only a matter of time.

July 2018 - Present.

The rest of his shift was just as quiet as the morning, nothing major, just a few random calls and a couple speeding tickets issued. It was nearing the end of his shift when Bucky slowly hissed out a “shit,” while staring at his phone.

“What’s up?” Steve asked as he glanced between the road and his best friend a few times.

“Y/N left the party,” Buck paused and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Okay?” Steve replied, dragging the word out in the hopes it would prompt his friend to continue.

He sighed, “right after Madi approached her.”

“Fuck,” he said quickly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and clenched his jaw. “What did she say to her?”

“They don’t know, all they said was Madi talked to her and then she left right after. Not even waiting for Hilde to drive her home.” He shook his head, “so I can only imagine it wasn’t a friendly chat.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck with that woman for fucking life,” he growled out. “What a fucking nightmare.”

“It won’t be that bad,” Bucky paused then frowned, “nope, that’s a lie. You’re fucking doomed.”

“Don’t I fucking know it,” he groaned.

They finally reached the end of their shift, though the last hour had felt like fucking days for Steve. He dropped Bucky off at home then headed to his place. Once he got there he quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt then hoped in his truck.

He found himself driving a familiar route, one he had driven many times before. So many times he could have probably done it in his sleep. He pulled up in front of the house, shut off the engine and took a moment to just stare up at it. So many memories running through his mind at the sight of it, but one stood out from the rest. One just begged to be remembered…

February 2010 - 8 years ago.

“Morning Stevie.”

He looked up and around until his eyes landed on her, skipping towards him in the hall, a giant smile plastered on her beautiful face. Which caused a smile to form on his, involuntarily, from the sight. “Morning Y/N.”

“Happy Valentines Day,” she reached up and attempted to wrap her arms around his neck, it didn’t go to well with the height difference. He laughed then leaned down a bit so she could reach. “Zip it, Giant,” she sassed as she squeezed his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Wasn’t gonna say a word,” he said as he laughed and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight and resting his face in the crook of her neck as he mumbled “and Happy Valentines Day.”

She giggled happily then released him from the hug and took a step back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A nervous tick of hers that he had noticed recently. “Thanks,” she smiled brightly.

He smiled back then turned to close his locker. “Someone’s happy today. You’re a fan of Valentine's Day, I take it?.”

“Not normally, but,” she shrugged, “this one seems to be going okay so far.”

He raised an eyebrow at her as they started to walk towards class, “oh yeah? And why’s that?”

She looked up at him for a second and he saw the red colouring in her cheeks now before she quickly turned to face down and shrugged again, “No reason—”

“I call bullshit,” Bucky’s cocky voice cut in, followed by a hissed out “Ow!”

Steve turned to look back at his 3 approaching friends, seeing the tail end of Nat smacking Bucky’s arm. “What the hell was that for woman?” he asked his girlfriend.

“For being a shit,” she whispered harshly to him before turning to smile sweetly at Steve and Y/N, “Happy Valentines Day you two”

“Yes! Happy V Day to you both!” Wanda said as she approached the group.

“Happy Valentines Day,” they both replied in unison to both girls.

Bucky took a few strategic steps back from Nat then spoke up, “so, Y/N, you gonna tell him or?”

Nat spun and went to smack him again but realized, at that exact second, that he had stepped out of her reach, so she just glared at him instead. Causing him to cringe, knowing that look was a promise that she’d get him back later.

Steve shook his head and stifled a laugh then turned to face Y/N again, noticing her wide eyes as she looked up at him, “tell me what?”

“It’s nothing,” she waved it off.

“It’s not nothing,” Clint corrected, then also hissed out an, “ow!” As Nat had spun to smack him now. Clearly he hadn’t got the memo, to step back before speaking, from Bucky.

“Would you both shut up,�� she scolded.

Steve frowned at the fact that obviously everyone knew something he didn’t. “What is it, Y/N?”

She scrunched up her face for a moment then sighed and looked down at the floor. “Someone left a bouquet of roses by my front door last night,” she mumbled.

“Oh yeah?” Steve chuckled then coughed in an attempt to mask it, “that’s awesome, Y/N.”

Her head snapped up to look him in the eyes, her eyebrows damn near reaching her hairline, “it. It is?”

He laughed now, he couldn’t help it, then he looked around at his friends who all had similar expressions on their faces “It is,” he confirmed and shook his head, “it’s Valentine's Day, don’t secret admirers and flowers sort of come with the territory?”

“I guess,” she shrugged and smiled, though this time it seemed forced. “Okay, well I have to get to class, I’ll catch you guys later.” She waved then headed off down the hall.

“You’re actually okay with this?” Bucky whispered as he stepped up beside Steve.

“Aren’t you going to like beat up the flowers for showing up on her porch or something?” Clint asked.

Steve laughed then shook his head again, “nah, I’m not worried about it.”

Nat crossed her arms and looked him over for a few seconds before a smirk broke out on her face, “they were from you.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

He just shrugged, “maybe.”

“You going to tell her?” Wanda asked.

“No, probably not,” he replied.

“What? Why?” Clint asked, “isn’t that the whole point of buying someone flowers?” He looked around for help from his friends on this one.

Wanda patted his shoulder reassuringly, “No, you usually buy flowers to either brighten someone's day or show them someone cares for them.”

Then Nat added, “and both of those you can do without them actually knowing who they were from.”

Clint nodded in understanding but then frowned as he looked at Steve again, “but don’t you want her to know they are from you?”

“Maybe one day,” he shrugged, “but just not today. Let her have her secret admirer.”

“Jesus, pal,” Bucky shook his head, “you got it fucking bad.”

Nat looked at him and questioned, “you’re just realizing this now?”

“Oh no, I’ve know since day one,” he chuckled then jutted his chin towards Steve. “If he was an emoji he’d be the damn heart eyes one.”

Steve burst out laughing, “shut up, jerk.”

“Make me, punk,” Bucky said right back then laughed as well.

“Okay, simmer down, both of you,” Nat rolled her eyes. “We don’t have all day to listen to your marital dispute, we have class.”

They all said their goodbyes then headed off in different directions. Though Steve would never actually end up telling Y/N that the flowers were from him, that would have probably opened up a can of worms that he just wasn’t ready to open yet. If ever.

July 2018 - Present.

He hopped out of his truck, then walked up the path and the stairs, coming to a stop at the front door. He raised his fist up and took a deep breath, then knocked. He heard shuffling footsteps coming towards the door and then it opened, revealing one of the few sights that damn near broke his heart into pieces, instantly.

“Steve?” she sniffled, quickly wiping her cheeks then crossing her arms. “What are you—Why are you here?”

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a freak in the making [4] → bucky barnes

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: jealous!bucky. dom/sub. smut. overstimulation. unprotected sex. FILTH.

prompt: bucky just wants to get the point across that you’re his and he’s yours.

bucky couldn’t get you out of his head. his cheek was pressed against your chest; you had insisted on holding him for a change (he liked it). what was he to you and vice versa? when you came to your senses, would you think he was taking advantage of you? he didn’t like to think about that, he liked to make sure you were comfortable at all times. a part of him was hoping that you wouldn’t wake up one day and just regret everything, it’d crush him. sure, it was just sex, but it meant something to him. as ironic as it was, the sex was filthy good but significant to him. you had trusted him to be of your firsts of many, had that meant anything to you? he caressed your skin as he delved into deep thought, your tired giggle is what pulled him from your thoughts.

“how long have you been awake bucky?” your hand clasped over his, intertwining with his. you brought your connected hands to your lips, kissing his knuckles.

“just a few minutes,” he lied. before you could respond, tony’s voice rang throughout the house, sending an announcement to everyone.

“hello, good morning. as you know, tonight is pepper’s birthday. just a reminder, i’m throwing an extravaganza. it’s tonight, be on the roof by 7.” it was a pre-recorded message, you knew because he was out of town at the moment, getting a suit tailored in dubai.

you rolled to face him, he’d already been looking at you with such adoration. you couldn’t help but smile at him, reaching over to tuck his long hair from his face. he wanted to ask you so badly to accompany him at the party, but he was afraid of what you’d say.

“i should go,” you spoke quietly. “i’ll see you later.” you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering for longer than it should’ve. you quickly slipped out from under his duvet.

he already missed you. he thought it was cliche of him to catch feelings, it made him soft.

“hey buddy,” sam waltzed into bucky’s room. “woah!” he staggered back drammatically, taking in bucky’s room.

“don’t you know how to knock?” bucky hissed, wrapping his sheets around his tighter. sam ignored bucky’s question, jaw dropping in realization. he pointed to the door behind him, referencing to how he’d seen you sneak on the elevator.

“you’re screwing y/n.” was all sam said, eyes wide with shock. he was surprised. no doubt, he saw you as a confident, strong woman who could get anyone but he’d thought you’d have... a type. he wasn’t sure what he thought your type was, but he didn’t think it was bucky.

“i’m not screwing her.” bucky rolled his eyes. it was true. sure, they were having intercourse, but he’d never penetrated her. not yet at least.

“yes you are, your room reeks like sex and you have a gap in your closet space because they’re in hers.” bucky squinted his eyes and looked towards the closet door that had been slid open in the slightest. sure enough, there was more than a few missing shirts. “you know what, i’m not gonna pretend like i didn’t know because i did. and i’m not gonna tease you about it now, when i can take my time and do it later. now, come on homeboy, we’re going to the spa.” bucky appreciated that.

“spa?”

“yeah. steve said tony wanted us to look and dress our best. we’re getting facials and a massage.” sam didn’t seem fazed at the idea of getting pampered, in fact, he encouraged it. if steve hadn’t brought the idea up, sam would have.

“oh, wonderful! so glad you made it,” tony greeted bucky as he entered from the staircase. it wasn’t like bucky had a choice either. “pepper’s talking to some of the other guests, help yourself out with some drinks.” this tony was different. he wasn’t his normal smart ass, he was actually being...nice. bucky didn’t wanna stay too long and chat about it. he quickly thanked the man and slipped into the party.

bucky spotted you almost instantly, seated at the bar. you wore a dark red sequin dress. it complimented your brown skin tone. it was short, exposing most of your thighs; if you bent over to fix the strap on your heels, he’d be able to see the handprint he’d left from the night before. your hair was pulled up into two pom poms. jesus, you looked beautiful as ever and he was sure him and the boys spent a longer time getting ready. you were seated next to wanda, listening as she drunk-babbled on and on about the old lady at the bakery.

a man approached the bar, ordering himself a coke and rum. bucky squinted when the man turned to face you. he knew that man. brock rumlow, an agent who he’d seen at the gym countless times. he was an egotistical asshole who thought he was superior to everyone in the building just because tony vouched for him. in the past, that is. brock was fired almost a year ago, so how he was even at the party was a question.

brock was talking to you. buckg knew the conversation wouldn’t last long, you were usually reserved and only spoke when you needed to. you were never the type for small talk, only with people you were comfortable with. he expected you to give a curt, short response before turning back to wanda- wait a second, were you laughing at something brock had said? what could have he possibly said? bucky had never been on good terms with brock, but nonetheless he would never pitch brock as the humorous time. bucky didn’t have the chance to stop himself, his legs were carrying him faster than he could realize.

before he knew it, he was approaching you. his hand brushed against the middle of your waist as he brushed his lips across your cheek, mumbling a greeting. you jumped in surprise. you were a spy, you felt him coming before his legs even moved. you just didn’t expect him to show such affection. in public. while you were unsure of what you two were.

“hi sweetness,” bucky took a second to take you in. the shade of red painted on your lips matched your dress. you had unintentionally matched bucky for the night, a dark red button-up shirt dressing his torso.

“hey buck.” you returned the kiss on the cheek, still blinking in bewilderment. bucky turned to the man beside him.

“correct me if i’m wrong,” bucky squinted his eyes and snapped his fingers. “brody?” what a petty man. of course he knew who brock was.

“brock, actually.” brock corrected, an amused glint in his eyes. “brock rumlow. i’m quite surprised you’ve never heard of me. i was quite the companion to mr. stark.”

“oh! that’s right, rumlow! you’re the man who almost got his girlfriend killed.” a bad call on a mission. it almost costed pepper’s life. tony couldn’t accept any explanation or apologies, especially when it came down to pepper’s life. brock narrowed his eyes at the super soldier, eyes trailing to where you’d been perched up on a stool.

“brock, this is bucky.” you awkwardly introduced, straightening your back.

“i didn’t realize you were seeing anyone y/n.” brock smiled, fake of course. he knew you and bucky weren’t dating. you didn’t want someone as broken as he was. you needed a real man.

“sorry, it never came up.” you didn’t deny yours and bucky’s relationship, which was a first. bucky almost had to do a double take. so did brock. “now, if you’ll excuse me, my man and i will be leaving now.” you slid off the stool and pulled bucky along.

you made a beeline to pepper, greeting her with a smile and a hug. she was dressed from head to toe in designer, courtesy of tony stark. pepper was a simple woman, she didn’t need anything fancy. but tony encouraged her to go all out, otherwise she’d be insulting him.

“thank you guys for coming. i know tony can be a little much, but thank you for showing up anyway.” pepper smiled at you and bucky. an unexpected couple. she thought you would’ve gone for sam or steve, you were so close with them. but strangely, she liked you two together.

“of course pepper, we wouldn’t have missed it for the world. happy birthday.” you gave her a warm smile, bucky’s hand returning to the middle of your back, leaning down to press a kiss to pepper’s cheek.

“pepper! oh my gosh, i haven’t seen you since high school!” the birthday girl was soon pulled away, leaving you and bucky to yourselves.

“‘my man’, huh?” bucky finally spoke, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. you rolled yours with a gentle but playful scoff.

“i wouldn’t have said that if you didn’t come up to me like a jealous boyfriend.” you murmured back, ignoring the eyes he shot at you.

“jealous boyfriend? me? of brock? no way.” bucky tried to deny. but he even knew himself. he wanted to scare off brock and every other man whose eyes were on you like you were a piece of meat. even if it wasn’t official, you were his. he wasn’t ready to let everyone else have you.

“so, you’d come up to me any other day, kissing my cheeks and whispering pet names?” you questioned.

“well yeah, only if you like it.” bucky shot back. he wasn’t sure if you two were arguing, but when the words fell from his mouth, he could see your eyes soften up.

”could i have everyone’s attention?” tony cleared his throat, pacing to the center of the room with a microphone in his hand. “first of all, i want to thank everyone for coming to pepper’s birthday extravaganza. pepp?” he held his hand out. she joined him at the center of the room.

bucky quickly glanced around. everyone’s eyes had been averted towards the couple, smiling and laughing as tony made a few jokes about their relationship. he slowly slid his hand down your back, his hand resting on your ass. you had been too caught up in tony’s speech to notice. that was until he gave it a cheeky squeeze. you quietly gasped, leaning into his arms. you could hear him chuckling lightly.

it wasn’t until tony got down on one knee and pulled out a velvet box that everyone began whistling and shouting. bucky took that opportunity and pulled you away. he trailed down the staircase and shoved you into the elevator. before the doors even shut, he had you pressed against the wall. his mouth met yours hungrily. he had longed for you, even if the last time he had you was 10 hours prior. he needed you again and again.

your fingers dug into his shoulders, letting him know that you wanted him too. his hand gripped one of your thighs, hiking it up as he stepped in between your legs, to keep them open. his fingers quickly found your bundle of nerves, twiddling with your clit as he kissed you so harshly.

“bucky,” you whimpered against his mouth. he nipped at your lips in response, the wetness between your thighs soaking his fingers. “want you.”

“what is it that you want sweetness?” his fingers ran in between your folds, collecting your slickness. you moaned against him, your thighs struggling to stay open. he was so frustrated, he didn’t even notice the lack of panties. though, he’d probably punish you for it later.

“want you in me. not your fingers, your cock.” you choked out. the words that left your mouth had bucky over the moon. of course he wanted to be in you, he planned to be your first everything. this wasn’t how he pictured it though.

“are you sure baby?” he pulled away, eyeing the lipstick that had smeared. you panted thickly, so lustfully blown away. you nodded your head furiously, you needed him. “wanna hear you say it. ask for it like a good girl.” bucky tutted.

“i want your cock in me, please bucky, please.” you begged, desperation leaking with every word. your sweet voice with those sinful words? a perfect match for trouble. bucky groaned as your words sunk in.

“again.” he demanded.

“bucky,” you whined impatiently. “i want you to raw me. make me cum with your cock. make me cry. please.” there it was.

the elevator door opened and you were on bucky’s floor. he dragged you to his room, unlocking it with his hand and slammed it shut, ordering FRIDAY to not let anyone in for the rest of the night.

you yelped when bucky tore the dress from your body. he was an animal. a savage. and it was all because of you. you reached out to try and help him out of his pants, but he smacked your hands away with a hiss as he lightly nudged you onto his bed.

bucky’s mouth roamed all over your chest, speckling kisses along your collarbones as he left love bites within his reach. he settled in between your legs, the material of his dress pants rubbing against your swollen clit. he ground his hips against yours, forcing moans to spill from your lips.

“fuck, you’re soaked.” he could feel you dampening his ralph lauren dress pants, not that it’d matter since it was stark’s money. you were a mess of a puddle in his hands. you were whimpering and begging, he swore he’d never heard such a beautiful noise. your resistance to take what you wanted was unbelievable, he guessed it was your submissiveness to him, needing permission from him for anything.

“bucky, please.” your body was getting warmer and warmer by the second. ask and you shall receive; bucky applied more pressure to your clit. the pleasure was so deliciously good, you felt as if you could come just from that alone. and you did.

bucky gasped in awe, staring down in amazement at your body. “did you just?-“ you could only shudder in response, shaking as euphoria filled every fiber in your body. he could only hold you with the other arm, peppering kisses along your neck. “my sweet, sensitive girl. you came just from that?” you could hear him mumble across your skin. “oh, i’m gonna have so much fun with you sweetness. i’ll make you cry alright.”

without warning, bucky pushes in his middle and ring finger. you let out a moan, throwing your head back at his pillows. you had barely calmed down from your first release and he was already trying to get you to another? he set a brutal pace, wiggling his fingers against every muscle in you aa he pumped them into you. he used his thumb to play with your swollen, sensitive clit. you were a squirming mess under him.

“bucky, bucky, bucky.” you chanted like a mantra. like he was your god and he’d save you from the overwhelming pleasure that had become of you. he did, however, save you in another way. your stomach tightened once more, the all too familiar tingling making your toes curl and arch your back. “bucky, i- i wanna come, please, please.” you whined.

“mm, not yet sweetness,” he curled his fingers once more. “need to stretch you out a bit for my cock, isn’t that right? but you’re so wet, i bet i could just slip right in. it’d be a snug fit.” bucky stretched you out alright. and just with his fingers. “aw, you wanna come so badly, don’t you?” bucky purred against your ear, taunting you as he hung your release over your head. you nodded vigorously, not trusting yourself with your mouth. “the second you come, i’m squeezing my cock in there. you hear me?” he was challenging you. you wanted his cock more than anything, but you knew if you came, you’d be so overwhelmed with his cock too. you were going to torture yourself with this pleasure and he loved it. he was going to obliterate you, you loved it just as much. “come, baby, come.” he keened so sweetly, his words dripped with mischief. you imagined his fast-moving fingers was his cock, hitting you in all the right places. you wanted him raw, you wanted to feel him skin on skin. you were his after all. the thought was enough to push you over. you were a sensitive one today, weren’t you? he’d get a kick out of it later. he didn’t stop moving his fingers just yet, he kept fucking you through your orgasm. he took your breath every time. your panting was uneven at this point, bucky kissing you through your release. more like, he kissed your open mouth, taking the opportunity to nip at your lips. your senses were a hundred percent off the walls. you winced as he pulled his fingers out of you and you braced yourself. you could barely open your eyes before bucky prompted you once more.

“you sure you want this sweetness?” his voice was soft this time, not like when his voice was spewing downright sin. you nodded you head, almost incapable to with how blissed out you already were. “you sure you can take it?” he peppered kissed along your neck as you caught your breath. “count to five for me.”

“one......two.... three... four,” you felt a wet kiss on your forehead, your heart beating so fast. “five.” you looked up at him with confusion as the blurred vision finally centered on him hovering over you. he promised you to fuck you and he wasn’t.

“just wanted to make sure you were okay to say yes. always want your consent babylove.” the petname made your heart flutter quicker than it was beating earlier. this time his soft voice was laced with so much concern. his big blue eyes really showed you how much he cared, he wanted you to want him too.

“i want it. of course with you, i trust you.” your hoarse voice spoke. bucky nodded his head, connecting your lips again. his lips were slightly chapped, adding a searing burn to the kiss. bucky must have pulled his trousers off while you were fuzzed out from your orgasm. you could feel the head of his cock poking at the hood of your clit. he circled it over your clit, just like the last time, the memory sending a beautiful sensation down your spine.

soon, the tip was leaking with precome and prodding in between your folds towards your entrance. he slipped in slowly, the new feeling catching you off guard. it didn’t hurt, just... new and uncomfortably weird. bucky kept his eyes shut, inhaling sharply as he tried to hold his composure. you were so warm and wet around him, you squeezed his cock in all the right places.

“fuck,” bucky was practically shaking. you were so heavenly around him. you felt soft like the velvet on his couch you gave your first blowie to him. you craned your neck up, pressing your soft lips against his hot skin. he was equally sweaty as you were, if not more.

“more, please, i want it.” you encouraged weakly. you were already so spent, but you could do another if it meant getting him weak. he inched just a few centimeters and you knew it wasn’t enough because you could tell he needed to let loose. maybe you should’ve asked him if he would be able to do this. “give it to me bucky.” you whined, encouraging him to push in more. you craved this as much as he did, maybe he craved it more, but it was just this first bump you needed to push through. he regained his composure before slowly sinking into you completely, causing you to gnaw on your bottom lip. he was bigger than his fingers, the stretch burned so good. bucky didn’t move a muscle, knowing if he did, he may come. you moved your hands under his dark red dress shirt, you ran your fingers down his skin. he cursed under his breath, letting his head fall on your shoulder. he mumbled something and a moment, you only nodded, rubbing his back as bucky muttered to himself in romanian. you didn’t realize how attractive it was until you clenched around him out of impulse.

oh, the growl that left his chest... you were soaked before, but now you were drowning his cock in your slippery, warm pussy. and he loved every moment of it.

bucky took a deep breath as he pulled out slowly, watching his cock reappear from being submerged in you. your juices coated his cock so thickly, you were going to ruin him for sure. he could hear your soft, little whimpers from underneath him about being a good girl and wanting your reward to be his release. you begged for him to use you. these filthy words, he wouldn’t have imagined coming out of your mouth a few weeks ago, when you were sucking his cock for the first time.

“bucky!” you squirmed from underneath him, wanting for him to get a move on it. he just couldn’t. he didn’t want to bust so quicky and with how your walls hugged him, he knew he would.

“sweetness,” he said with a warning tone, gripping your hip to keep you from moving. you blinked a few times, looking up at him with a pout. “be a good girl.”

“but i-“ he gave you a stern look, causing you to shrink back into the palm of his hands again. you were quite wrapped around his fingers. “yes, sir.” his cock twitched inside you at the word. his eyes squinted at you. what game were you playing at?

“fuck it.” bucky grumbled to himself, pinning your hips down as he thrust against you slowly. each push of his hips took your breath away, he was knocking the air out of you. you squealed every time his cock returned back to its rightful place, in you. the mix of the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the sounds that left your lips had him weak. this was his fantasy. to hear how vocal you would be with your pussy filled with his cock.

“fill me up bucky,” you moaned against the shell of his ear. you had this power over him, he wasn’t sure if you knew of your own abilities. if you did, he was fucked. “come on baby.” he began to pick up his pace, this was what he was holding back, all of this frustration. his pace was deadly, he really couldn’t control it and he was worried you wouldn’t be able to take it. your screams and moans said more than enough. your walls quivered around him, the funny feeling in your tummy returning. but you wouldn’t allow yourself to come until he did.

“mm, you feel so good sweetness.” bucky almost slurred. he was so drunk off you, he would be in you all day if he could. “fuck, i don’t know if i’m gonna last longer... fuck!” the head of his cock all but brushed against your g-spot. your walls fluttered feverishly around him, squeezing him so tightly. not only was he drowning, but he was suffocating. he loved it. he only quickened his hips.

“bucky! please, please! come, i want it, i want you to come.” of course, anything you asked, he’d oblige. your legs were beginning to shake, your stomach had tightened so much from trying to push back your release. but bucky wouldn’t come until you did. he didn’t want to come and not bring you there, he’d feel terrible.

so it was like a silent game, seeing who could come first. it was a close game. bucky wasn’t far long behind you, he was catching up quickly. if only you could hold on for just a little-

“come sweetness. be my good girl, want you to be a good girl and come. soak me, squeeze me.” his gritty voice against your neck was enough to push you over the edge. again, your vision went out as you saw stars. you could feel tears brimming your eyes as they pushed passed your water ducts. you tried so desperately to catch your breath, but was only left in pants as your heat clenched violently as if it were a heartbeat. “fuck baby, oh my god.” bucky grunted in the crook of your neck as his hips began to stall, coating your walls with his cum. your heat milked him for every little drop he had. you let out a shaky breath, cooing cluelessly through your euphoria.

bucky brushed your hair from your face, peppering kisses along every inch of surface he could as he pulled out. you let out a dramatic gasp, still in a daze and bucky tried to call and beckon you down from cloud nine.

you sighed in bliss as you returned bucky’s kisses, rubbing his back, drawing circles as your fingers went. you could feel his cum leaking from in between your legs, dribbling down onto his sheets.

“hi my babylove,” bucky said sweetly, looking as blissed out as you did. he didn’t know he needed your pussy like that.

“hm, hi bucky.” you were even more tired. three orgasms in a night was quite the few for you. he kissed your lips so suddenly, making you giggle at his scruff touching your face.

“you okay?”

“i feel great. are you?” you popped the question. bucky looked around the room, eyes not missing any features before settling his eyes back fo you. a smile broke out on his lips, which you mirrored.

“i’m more than okay baby.”

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