Series Summary: “In a place where they won’t let us feel, In a place where nothing seems real. I will hold you. In a world that’s moving too fast. In a world where nothing can last. I will hold you.”-Last Night of The World- Miss Saigon
From the age of twelve, Y/N Y/L/N, has been trained by Hydra, and used as an assailant for a number of years. She’s been taught not to feel, but when she’s put in a kill squad with the Winter Solider, their partnership is deadly, as their motivation becomes more than just keeping themselves alive.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Series Warning: Angst, Fluff, Strong Language, Eventual Smut, Dark!Bucky (I think??) (18+ Only)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader AU: Fake Dating AU Description:
Natasha makes you feel bad about being single and how your apartment
looks. Sam and Steve annoy Bucky about dating. Seems only fair that you
both fake it to show them that it doesn’t make a difference. But what if
Warnings: Fluff, food, smut, 18+, fingering, f/m smut, not beta read.
In the last days you both were getting more used to the basic things a couple would do. Sleeping at each other’s apartments, kissing in front of other people, going on little dates like a long walk or swimming. Again, it felt good, natural, but was overshadowed by the knowledge of it not being a real thing. You were just faking it. None of it was going to have an influence on the future. Somehow that hurt to think about every evening when you were going to bed alone.
Today wasn’t one of those days. He was sleeping over again and you started to become a big fan of being randomly hugged from behind while you made yourself a snack or worked on your desk. What you hadn’t seen as normal was kissing when nobody was watching, cause there was no need to. Why keep up the facade when nobody was there to see? Bucky apparently didn’t care about that memo and greeted you with a kiss like it was the most natural thing ever and you reciprocated cause you had not enough self-restriction to stop yourself from doing so. It just felt good to be needed, even if it was just for a few weeks. “Uh, hey.” He smiled three centimeters from your face. “Hey.” You answered and felt his lips again. He just didn’t want to stop doing this, you felt good right where you were and you didn’t even know. Well, maybe you knew. It was kinda obvious since you both were the only people in the room. “Bucky…” You chuckled. “Hm?” He grinned. “We’re alone.” You smiled with a hot face. “And what about it?” He mumbled before kissing you again, begging internally that you would get the memo. “Why would you kiss me when we’re alone?” You giggled at the way he held you. “Hm, take a wild guess.” He chuckled before landing another kiss. Wait, what did he mean? Did he have feelings for you? Was he dared to- no, nobody knew this was fake. “James, I-” You frowned and he got concerned, “You shouldn’t- We shouldn’t-.” You never called him by that name, something was on your mind and he let you speak. “I don’t think I could do this without it being fake,” you whispered and looked down. “That’s okay. I want you to be comfortable,” he answered caressing your face. “I am. Well, I’m most of the time. It’s just-” you exhaled, “-I don’t want it to not work as soon as it’s actually real. I’d rather get murdered than feel all that shit again.” “That won’t happen. You’re my ride or die,” he mumbled before kissing your forehead. You looked up again, “Give us time, please?” “Of course.” His hand caressed your face slowly. “Can you kiss me again though? I kinda like that part of it.” You gave a little smirk. With a chuckle he gently held you and leaned down for another kiss.
Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn’t get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.
Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.
I stayed in my seat next to Steve. He was flipping threw the accords now. Sam has gotten up to stand behind us next to Rhodey. Then he had to make a smart comment sending Rhodey into a tangent.
“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor which is one more than you have.” Rhodey snapped at him.
“So let’s say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?” Sam asked harshly.
I turned in my seat to watch the two. Rhodey sighed as he rubbed his eyes.
“117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you’re just like, ‘No, that’s cool. We got it.’” Rhodey said sarcastically.
“How long are you going to play both sides?” Sam asked narrowing his eyes at the other man.
“I have an equation.” Vision spoke up.
“Oh, this will clear it up.” Sam said rolling his eyes.
I turned to face the once AI who was sitting next to Wanda.
“In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.” Vision explained.
“Are you saying it’s our fault?” Steve asked as he looked up from the page he was reading.
“I’m saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge invites conflict. And conflict breeds catastrophe. Oversight, oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.” Vision said slowly.
“Boom” Rhodey whispered towards Sam.
“Tony. You’re being uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal.” Nat said.
I looked over to Tony who was slouched in his seat on the couch rubbing his head.
“It’s because he’s already made up his mind.” Steve said as he flipped a page.
“Boy, you know me so well.” Tony groaned as he got up.
“Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache. That’s what’s going on, Cap. It’s just pain. It’s discomfort.” Tony said as he walked into the kitchen.
“Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?” He asked harshly.
He turned away from the sink then tossed something onto the counter. A holographic picture of a young boy came up. Tony took a deep breath.
“Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. He’s a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale which is what I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia. He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. We won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass.” Tony took another deep breath.
Even though I wasn’t even close to Sokovia I still felt partly at fault. I felt guilty for everything that had happened even if I wasn’t apart of it.
“There’s no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form it takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, if we’re boundary-less we’re no better than the bad guys.” Tony’s voice fell into a soft and exhausted tone.
“Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don’t give up.” Steve said sternly.
“Who said we’re giving up?” Tony asked raising a brow at Steve.
“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.” Steve said as he tossed the papers back onto the table.
“I’m sorry, Steve. That is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we’re talking about. It’s not the World Security Council, it’s not Shield, it’s not Hydra.” Rhodey explained.
“No, but it’s run by people with agendas, and agendas change.” Steve said simply.
“That’s good. That’s why I’m here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands I shut it down and stopped manufacturing.” Tony told him as he walked around the counter.
“Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don’t think we should go? What if there’s somewhere we need to go and they don’t let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own.” Steve tried to explain.
“If we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done to us later. That’s the fact. That won’t be pretty.” Tony said simply.
“You’re saying they’ll come for me.” Wanda said softly.
“We would protect you.” Vision told her.
“Maybe Tony’s right. If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off-“ Nat started to explain.
“Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” Sam asked.”
I glanced over to Steve who looked absolutely exhausted. I knew he didn’t want this. He looked like he was wracking his brain for anything to say to convince the others.
“I’m just reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back.” Nat told Sam.
“Focus up. I’m sorry. Did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?” Tony asked in his normal sarcasm.
“I want to take it back now.” Nat practically groaned.
“No, you can’t retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented. Okay. Case closed. I win.” Tony shrugged happily.
A soft buzzing had me looking down at Steve’s lap. He pulled his phone out then read over the words on the screen. His entire demeanor changed.
“I have to go.” He said then immediately left the room without another word.
“What?” Tony asked after he was already gone.
I looked back to see Sam already watching me. I’m sure he could tell something was up as well. We both made our way out of the room to try to find Steve. He hadn’t gotten that far. By the time we got out to the sidewalk he was standing there with red puffy eyes. I ran straight to him pulling him into me for a hug.
“She’s gone. Peggy’s gone.” He said softly.
Sam and I both decided to join Steve for the funeral. Neither of us wanted him to be alone. The three of us sat in the front pew. Steve was squeezed between us. I watched as Sharon, the “nurse” that lived down the hall from Steve and I, stepped up to the podium.
“Margret Carter was known to most as a founder of Shield but I just knew her as Aunt Peggy.” She started.
I glanced at Steve who looked completely surprised by her statement.
“She has a photograph in her office. Aunt Peggy standing next to JFK. As a kid, that was pretty cool. But it was a lot to live up to. Which is why I never told anyone we were related.” Sharon glanced at Steve as if she was talking directly to him.
“I asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage in a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. She said, compromise where you can. But where you can’t, don’t. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree look them in the eye and say no, you move.” Sharon said with as much passion as Steve.
She was one hell of a speech giver. If that speech effected me I can only imagine what it did to Steve. I had a feeling Sharon’s words just concreted everything Steve had been thinking about. When the service was over Sam and I stood outside to give Steve his moment alone. Nat came jogging up to church steps toward us.
“So?” I asked.
“It’s done.” She nodded.
“He’s inside” Sam told her.
She nodded then walked in to find Steve.
“What now?” I asked Sam.
“I have a feeling we’re just getting started.” He huffed as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
I had the same feeling. After all this I’m sure Steve wasn’t going to back down.
I was supposed to send this to you for your birthday as my first proper physical painting, but with miss Rona and me being forgetful, I forgot and I’m sorry. I really hope you like it bc I’m so nervous as I haven’t done a physical painting in like 5 years so am a bit rusty. I love u sis. <3
A/N: This is actually my first time writing in second person POV, so bear with me. Hope you guys like it!
Pairing: Bucky x reader
It’s in the middle of June, and the sun is shining brightly through the curtains of your bedroom in the Avengers headquarters. You roll over to your side to find your sleeping boyfriend of three months. You remember having nightmares and being comforted by him, and eventually you both fell asleep on your bed. Your eyes adjust to the light, and you’re finally able to see him clearly.
The way the sunlight hits his face at a certain angle, the way his hair is all over his face - they make you crave him, but in the most innocent ways possible. You crave the feeling of being so close to him that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You crave the feeling of laying your head to his chest, where you can hear his heartbeat. You crave being close to him in general. Whether it’s cuddled up with him on the couch with your favorite hoodie that used to be his, or just snuggling in bed with a good movie.
You simply want to be with him. It doesn’t matter where - because you realized a few weeks ago that you’re home wherever he is.
This shouldn’t be happening, though. You’re not supposed to fall for The Winter Soldier. You’re not supposed to have any feelings for him.
Or are you?
Maybe it is supposed to happen. Maybe you’re supposed to fall for his icy blue eyes, and maybe you’re supposed to fall for his goofy smile. Maybe he’s the one you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with.
But what does all this mean? Are you in love with him, or are you just in love with the thought of him?
You stop thinking when you see him opening his eyes.
His blue eyes rest on you, and he lets out a small chuckle. “Have you been checking me out this whole time?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirks.
“Oh, shut up,” you reply, blushing slightly. “Good morning, asshole,” you say, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.
The way his chest shakes and the way his lips form a grin as he laughs. It’s confusing, somehow, because you’ve never exactly thought of him this way. You’ve never exactly focused on the scars that connected his flesh to his metal arm, nor the tiny ones peppering his skin.
His smile fades just a little, and a look of worry crosses his face. “Hey, you okay? You’ve been looking at me for about two minutes.”
“Yeah,” you reply. “I’m just… thinking.”
“Mind lettin’ me know about it? You seem pretty focused.”
You smile, but deep inside, you wanted to scream into the void that you’re in love with him. You know you can’t do that, though. Saving the world always comes first, and you can’t risk losing him. But then again, you can’t risk losing him without you ever telling him how he makes you feel.
“You can tell me anything, baby,” he continues, taking your hand in his gently, before lifting it up and pressing a light kiss on it. “Promise I won’t judge.”
You laugh slightly. It’s either he’s extremely clueless, or you’re just extremely good at hiding your feelings. “It’s not that, Buck. I’ll be right back,” you say, hopping out of bed. Being so close to him feels dangerous, as if something bad is going to happen if your brain decides to send signals to your mouth and tell him how you truly feel.
You walk pass the dining hall, where Tony and Bruce are talking about God knows what, and head for the balcony. You need some fresh air.
“It’s nice up here, huh?” Nat says from behind you.
“You scared me,” you sigh in relief. “I thought you were Bucky.”
“Oh? What happened?”
“Nothing,” you reply quickly. “It’s just…” you pause, trying to think of the right words to describe how you feel towards him. “I think I love him, but I’m not sure if I really love him for him or, I don’t know, the idea of him, or what-”
“Breathe,” she says, laughing. “Now, tell me how you feel about him.”
“I… I don’t know, Nat. I think I’m in love with him, but that can’t be, right? We’ve only been together for three months, and what if I’m only in love with the attention he’s been giving me? What if it’s not him that I’m in love with, but the fact that I’m actually with someone?”
“Listen to me. If he were to turn back into the Winter Soldier, would you leave?”
You almost laugh, before it dawns on you. You wouldn’t leave. You won’t leave.
“That’s all you need to know.” She winks, continuing,“Go tell him. He may or may not have a surprise for you.”
“Thought I’d find you up here,” you hear Bucky say. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing! She just… needs to tell you something. I’ll leave you guys to it.” Nat practically sprints into the main room, almost knocking Sam over. “Don’t have too much fun, save it for the bedroom!”
You see Bucky’s cheeks flush pink, and feel yourself blushing, too.
“What was that all about?” he asks with a laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you both look at the view of the city.
“I dunno,” you reply, leaning in closer to him. “You know what I do know, though?”
“What, that you’re the most beautiful person ever? Or that you have my whole heart? Or that my day instantly gets better when I see you, no matter how shit it had been?”
“Steve wouldn’t like that language,” you comment, laughing. “And no, I definitely did not know that,” you answer.
“Well, I guess it’s time for you to know.” He cups your face in is hands gently, tilting your chin up with his thumb so that you’re eye-to-eye with him. “I fucking love you, Y/N. Even when you just completely ruined the mood by making that Steve joke.”
You grin, pulling him by the neck lightly so that your lips can meet his. The kiss lasts for a second too short, but really, when will be the time you say that you’ve had enough kisses?
“That’s what I wanted to tell you, but you beat me to it,” you whisper, your lips still brushing his, “I love you, too, asshole.”
a/n: This is it. I finished it. I’m going to cry. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYONE THAT WAITED FOR NEW CHAPTERS, FOR EVERYONE THAT REBLOGGED AND COLLECTELY WENT MAD AND THAT CURSED ME AND THAT TOLD ME THEY LOVED THE STORY AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME! Thank you so much for always respecting when I needed time and for caring about me even if it meant not having an update. I recognize every single one of you who make commented reblogs. Thank you all for much! This is inspired by the amazing masterpieces of @sunmoonandbucky, @brooklyn-boy, @heli0s-writes, @seasaurusrrex, and others!
Warnings; Swearing, angst [little bit], mentions of kidnapping
“No escape, I’ve got to get away a little faster, run you little bastards”
Thanks to your incredible hacking skills, you had been able to get a live feed of all traffic cameras, security cameras, and any other form of camera you could possibly ever think of. The people who hired you said you could have access to anything you needed in order to get your job done, but what you needed, they could never give you. You managed to get yourself a small apartment in New York, it was minimalistic, it did the job of giving you a place to sleep, eat and keep yourself clean, and it was close to your job, double win. As you watched nothing happen on the screens in front of you, you sighed and walked away from them, throwing yourself down on your couch and closing your eyes, wishing the constant pounding inside of your head would let up and give you some peace. Ever since everything, HYDRA, escaping HYDRA, running from them, making sure you were free of them, you felt like there was a piece of you missing. Hell, a piece? There wasn’t just one piece of you missing, your head was like a smashed up jigsaw, there were pieces of you everywhere, some closer than you originally thought. Like your brother. Who probably still thinks that you’re dead and fair enough, you’ve been missing for about 80 years.
Sam knew that Bucky was at a low. His best friend had left him behind, ‘End of the line my ass’, Sam would say. But it would never get any more than a small smile from the super-soldier, which was understandable. If your best friend left you behind for a dead woman, you’d be sure you had a right to be a little more than pissed of, wouldn’t you?
“Sam?” He looked up from what he was doing and looked over at Bucky, who was leaning against the door frame of his garage.
“Man, how the hell do you keep getting into my house?” Sam asked. Bucky chuckled and smiled.
“It’s pretty easy to pick a lock, Sam. And you have a habit for leaving your door wide open, you should probably fix that at some point,” Bucky pointed out. “But that’s not why I’m here, we all have our habits,”
“Well, why are you here?” Sam enquired. Bucky handed Sam his phone and watched as Sam read the police report over. “This was the guy that caused the whole UN bombing thing those years back?”
“Among other things, yeah. Helmut Zemo; escaped from prison 3 days ago, haven’t found him since,” Sam exited the garage and walked to the kitchen, where Bucky followed him.
“Did they find anything?” Sam asked. Bucky frowned before returning to normal.
“Nothing other than the bodies of the guards at his cell,” He said grimly. Sam nodded and looked deep in thought before looking back to Bucky.
“And what does this have to do with us?” Bucky raised his eyebrows in shock.
“Did you seriously just ask that? This has everything to do with us,” Sam scowled at Bucky’s phrasing. “Alright, that didn’t exactly sound right. But come on, Sam. You’re telling me that you don’t miss kicking ass out there?” Bucky asked.
“I do, but we’ve barely been back a year. I’m still on vacation man, I’m sorry to tell you,” Bucky’s phone dings with a notification that he’s quick to check.
“Well, pack up your shit and get your uniform on. Zemo isn’t wasting any time in getting our attention, he’s holding hostages in the Walcott in Manhattan,” Bucky informed Sam. Sam reluctantly nodded and went to change.
You were staying with your big brother, James. He was your favourite sibling, but you would never let your older sisters know that, and even though he never admitted it, you knew you were your brother’s favourite sister. He let you stay up until you fell asleep, and let you have some candy when your mom and dad weren’t so keen on it. Bucky was 10 years older than you, so while you were 12, he was 22. He liked to come and get you from school and walk you home, he always did.
“How was school, I hope you’re not kissing any boys,” Bucky warned you. You screwed your face up and shook your head.
“Ew, no. All of the boys in my class are gross,” You told your brother, who ruffled your hair.
“That’s my girl. I hope you’re behaving,” You nodded and grinned. “Since you’ve ever so amazingly convinced me that you’re behaving, Y/N, would you like to accompany me to a night a Coney Island with Steve?” He asked you, putting on a fake fancy accent. You giggled and nodded.
“Does mom know?” You asked him. Bucky laughed and nodded as he unlocked the door to his apartment.
“Of course mom knows. I had to go over and give her a list of reasons why I should be allowed to take you, especially after the last time I lost you there. And the fact that mom doesn’t want me to bring you home at 11 pm dizzy and about to vomit everywhere,” He said. “ So, we’re top-tailing the bed tonight,” You nodded and smiled.
“That’s okay, unless you lose me again and I have to walk around all night,” You said. Bucky laughed at how serious you became and put his hands on your shoulders, leading you into his room with a different set of clothes other than your school uniform.
“Okay, kiddo. Get changed and then we’ll go and meet Steve,” You listened to your brothers instructions and soon enough, you were at Coney Island. Bucky always took you at least once a year, it was almost tradition at this point. It was always fun when Steve went with you, Bucky would always force him to go on Cyclone, and when he came off he would always be clinging to your brother. “Y/N, in honour of reaching twelve years of age. You’ll be going on the rollercoaster tonight too,”
“Absolutely not,” You shook your head. Bucky chuckled and took your hand.
“Y/N, you’ll be fine! What’s so scary about it?” He asked you.
“It’s so high up! It goes up and down and up and down so many times I feel like I’m gonna be sick just by lookin’ at it!” You whined.
“Y/N, rollercoasters typically do tend to go up and down,” Bucky reminded you. Steve laughed but stopped when he saw the death glare he was receiving from his friend’s 12-year-old sister. You had nailed the glare, it was enough to scare Steve into shutting the fuck up.
“But I won’t be tall enough,” You had a smug look on your face, proud of yourself for foiling your brother’s plan. But the look on Bucky’s face told you that you hadn’t won at all.
“If Steve’s tall enough to get on, Y/N. So are you, now come on! I’m pretty sure you’ll love it. And if you don’t, I’ll let you pick out anything within reason and I’ll buy you it,” Bucky was always one to spoil you. You nodded and smiled. Throughout the ride, you had your eyes closed for the most part and you clung to your brother’s arm like it was your lifeline. When you got off, the world around you spun, your head moving around like your neck couldn’t support it anymore.
“Buck, is she alright?” Steve asked. Bucky crouched down in front of you and held your shoulders.
“Y/N, doll, can you hear me?” He took the lack of response as a no. His mom was going to kill him, but hey, at least he hadn’t lost you. Groaning, you fell forward into your brother’s arms, passed out. “Y/N? Y/N?!”
“Y/N,” The clicking of fingers snapped you out of your trance. “You with us?” You nodded.
“Yes, Fury,” You said quietly. Pictures of your brother and a man you didn’t know flashed up on the screen.
“So, your job is to protect your brother and Sam Wilson, these are two of our best agents,” You nodded and sighed. “A problem, Miss Barnes,”
“It’s just after all of this time, I’m gonna see my brother again, and he’s probably not going to recognize me. Just hurts a little,” You said sadly. Fury sighed and sat down at the table across from you.
“When was the last time you saw your brother?” He asked. You sighed and played with your hands.
“My 13th birthday, that’s when I was kidnapped. One day he didn’t come for me,” You said.
“And biologically, how old are you now?” Maria chimed in.
“19. But I can’t do that to him, I can’t just suddenly show up in his life, not after everything,” You told them.
“And what is everything, Y/N?”
“Everything is everything. Leave it at that. Where am I going?” You asked them. Maria handed you a tablet with all of the information on it. “How did this guy get out of one the top security prisons on the face of the earth? Or, let me rephrase that, which fat idiot took one minute too long on their lunch break and couldn’t haul their fat ass to the control room to keep an eye on this psychopath?” You continued. They shrugged. “Wow, thanks, so helpful, both of you,” You murmured.
“What do you need for this?” Fury asked. You looked at Zemo’s profile and swiped through it, then remembering everything you saw in Bucky and Sam’s files.
“Nothing right now other than time. If I need anything, you’ll be the first guys I call,” You told them, they nodded in response. An alert popped up on the screen of the TV behind the three of you. “Is it supposed to do that or is that super-secret spy language for something?” You asked.
“Hill, check the internal and external servers,” Fury commanded. Maria pressed a few buttons and then looked up to Fury.
“Both are down. Barnes, do you know what could be causing this?” You took the tablet from her hands and looked through it.
“Do you want the honest answer?” You asked them, they obviously nodded. “Your external servers are extremely easy to hack into, but that doesn’t explain how the internal ones are down. Only someone who has serious knowledge could do that,” You told them. “Wait, what’s the Walcott?” You asked them.
“It’s a hotel a few blocks from here, why? What’s going on there?” Maria asked.
“That helmet guy is taking hostages, police can’t get in they’re saying that he’s locked the doors,” You informed them. “Looks like our guys are heading there,” You looked at the camera on your phone to confirm what you were saying.
“Well, what are you waiting for, get out there, kid,”
a/n: Just ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT EHEHHE DO YALL THINK THERE’LL BE TIME FOR A HAPPY ENDING? jk is gonna have a happy ending bc i can’t have smth end bad don’t worry yall! This is inspired by the amazing masterpieces of @sunmoonandbucky, @brooklyn-boy, @heli0s-writes, @seasaurusrrex, and others!
James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Clint Barton, Sarah Rogers
Warnings: Coming out, family acceptance
A/N: I’m so sorry I’m behind with this. I’m still going to try to get the regularly scheduled chapter out as well today, if not I promise you’ll get it this week. This chapter is kind of a filler but with everything it serves a purpose. I hope you enjoy it and I promise you more to come!
Summary: You, unfortunately, have no social tact. So when you see your handsome neighbor’s cat day after day, and then see the man himself who you soon find out is none other than Bucky Barnes, you have to shoot your shot.
Warnings: None, 100 Words
A/N: Written for @happygowriting‘s 100 word challenge w/ the prompt “Character comes home to a note on their door ‘I saw your cat through the window, here’s my number, let’s exchange animal photos.’” I’m gonna have this be a background piece to an upcoming fic about Bucky and his neighbor finding love with the help of their nosy pets ♡
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Hey, Handsome Neighbor,
I know you don’t know me, but I’ve been watching you lately.
Uhhhh, what I mean is I watch you leave for work every morning and I always notice your fine ass your cute kitty. So yeah- I saw your cat through the window, here’s my number, let’s exchange animal photos.
Hell, let’s actually have our cats and their sexy owners meet sometime?
Please say yes.
Your neighbor who is TOTALLY NOT stalking you,
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‘Huh… how strange,’ Bucky thought as he looked down at the paper in his hands. ‘A few pictures couldn’t hurt, right?’
Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Ballerina!Reader
Summary: Since she was eight years old, Y/N Parker knew only one thing for certain: that she would always love James Buchanan Barnes. By fourteen, she was positive she knew everything—including that Bucky would be hers forever. When she was eighteen, she realized she really only knew three things: one, that New York was rotten, two, that she would be a dancer no matter what her parents said, and three, that she would do everything in her power to never see James Buchanan Barnes again. But now, Y/N is twenty-four and somehow, she’s back at where she started all those years ago, at a Greyhound station on 206 Livingston Street.
A/N: I’m rewriting this series with my good friend, Angelina! Please go check out her account and follow her. She’s an amazing human being and she’s so amazing for helping me write this god forsaken story. I hope you all enjoy what’s coming soon!
Hi there I’m a bisexual and muslim woman of color so mistreatment of minorities is an issue very close to me. I’m also a big ass marvel fan so here’s the rest of the post:
Shout-out to Steve Rogers who in some world is fighting for my acceptance and my rights as a minority in many senses. Somewhere Captain America is fighting for me by fighting for women’s rights, LGBT rights, the acceptance of Muslims in the US, and against white privelege. Now I know it’s not ideal to have a white male be the hero in this situation, but he’d be the one protecting the protesters from being hurt by police and honestly, if that’s getting done then who fucking cares if it’s a white dude if he’s helping that much and making such a difference. It’s a comfort to think about a world where I’d have that. I can’t help but wonder what things would be like if he were in the real world and what he’d do about everything going on. Such a shame he isn’t here. Guess we have to be our own heros and each other’s heros. Be safe everyone.
He was shipping out in the morning. Saying goodbye to Steve had been hard, but he knew what was coming next would be even worse.
Dusk was falling when there was a knock at your door. It was sharp and quick, and you rushed to answer it. Bucky was on your doorstep in his military uniform, a sad smile on his lips. “Hey doll, can I come in?”
You nodded, an uneasy feeling washing over you. He stepped into the entryway, taking off his cap as he did so. “Do you mind if I turn on a light,” he asked, “it’s a bit dark in here.”
Well you only need the light when it’s burning low.
Bucky took a seat on the sofa, but instead of sitting back like he usually did, he sat on the edge of the seat. Nervous and flighty, he fidgeted with the buttons on his sleeve instead of looking at you. Finally he glanced up and sighed. “I’m shipping out tomorrow morning, and the way this war is going,” he took a deep breath, trying to push down his emotions. “Doll, there’s a good chance I might not make it back. I love you, so much, but I don’t want you to be waiting for me. It’s best if we end this, for now at least.”
“Bucky,” you touched his arm but he pulled away.
“Please, I need to know you’ll be able to move on if anything happens. I’ll write to you, I promise, but I just,” he trailed off, once again not able to meet your gaze.
“I understand,” you whispered, your voice breaking. He pulled into one last embrace. There was so much he wanted to say, but there wasn’t nearly enough time.
Snow was falling down, and Bucky shivered in his tent. They were perched near enemy lines, waiting for the command to attack. There were rumors that illegal testing was being done in this base, and that HYDRA, whoever they were, ran it.
No sunlight peaked out through the clouds, just an endless, eternal winter. He sat near a smouldering fire, using the little bit of light it radiated to read his latest letter from you. It was short but sweet. Tracing his fingers over the swirls of your handwriting, he smiled. “I’ll be home soon, doll.” The wind picked up, blowing out the remainder of the flames.
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow.
The HYDRA operative who was in charge of the ‘testing’ took all the belongings that were in his possession, including his letters from you. He smiled a twisted sort of smile as he burned them one by one. “No memories here. Only new beginnings.” As his last piece of home caught flame, he cried out, the sorrow, the pain, the heartbreak all crashing down at once.
Only know you love her when you let her go.
Steve sat in the bar, trying to recruit the other soldiers for the mission. It wouldn’t end with them all surviving, Bucky knew that. That’s why he sat apart from the group, thinking about what was about to happen. He would follow Steve into battle, he knew that, too. HYDRA had to be stopped, once he was freed that had been clear.
“So,” Steve asked, taking the seat next to him, “you ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”
“Hell, no!” he responded with a smile, “The little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight. I’m following him.”
But for some reason, when he fell asleep that night, trying to psych himself up for what was coming the next day, the only thing he could think about was the time he spent with you.
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low.
Standing on the edge of the cliff Bucky turned to Steve, “Remember the time I made you ride the Cyclone on Coney Island?”
“Yeah, and I threw up?”
Bucky smiled at the memory before questioning, “This isn’t payback, is it?”
“Now why would I do that?” Steve asked jokingly.
That day at Coney Island was filled with such good memories. He remembered your smile when you got on the coaster, the way you laughed as it whirled around the loops, the way your eyes were alight with adrenaline when the ride ended. Once again he thought to himself, the promise he had made to you without you even knowing it, “I’ll be home soon, doll.”
Only hate the road when you’re missing home.
Below him, the frozen ground was rushing by. His grip on the rail was slipping, but he had to hold on just a bit longer.
“Grab my hand,” Steve shouted over the rushing winds.
He tried, he really did. But the rail gave way, and he was falling. Wind filled his ears and as the ground below grew closer. He closed his eyes, preparing for the impact. “I don’t think I’m going to make it home, I’m sorry doll,” he whispered, right before his body landed in the snow.
Only know you love her when you let her go. And you let her go.
So this idea came to me a little while ago, but I didn’t intend for it to be as angsty and short as it is, so sorry about that! :0 But as always, likes and reblogs/comments are appreciated, and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist for future fics! Love you all <3