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Nervous

word count: 8,300

pairing: bucky x fem!reader (romantic) and a splash of natasha x reader (platonic)

cw: mild swearing, a bit of sexual tension, sexual innuendos (still sfw though)

summary: You make quick friends with Nat after you move to the city and she introduces you to the avengers. After meeting Bucky, you are at a loss for words.

author's note: this fic is inspired by the song "Nervous" by Shawn Mendes (link to the song below). this one was a lot of fun to write so I left it open for a part 2 if anyone is interested. also, thank you to a sweet anon who sent in this prompt for bucky. just a reminder that I'm always excepting prompts and ideas! love you all!

“Don’t worry,” Natasha said as she led you through the front doors of the compound. “Everyone is going to love you!”

You smiled politely, following her into the lobby. It was bigger than you imagined, but then again, so was everything else. You moved to New York City only a few short weeks ago from your small hometown. A change in pace was exactly what you needed after years of driving along the same streets and seeing the same people day after day.

You met Nat on the second day of your new job. You found it hard to believe that the Avenger’s didn’t have their own massage therapist considering how much distress they put their bodies into, but Nat had told you that Tony wasn’t interested in paying for one due to most of the heroes having magic healing powers or super strength.

You scoffed at that, welcoming her into your practice with open arms. As you worked out her over-tired muscles, the two of you talked about any and everything; where you grew up, how she became a Widow, what it was like to live in a tower full of testosterone.

By the end of her one-hour session, you decided that Nat needed another girl friend to hang out with. Selfishly, so did you since you’d just moved into the city the week prior. You exchanged numbers and have been hanging out almost every weekend since.

Nat had been begging you to come meet the rest of her friends since your second get together and you’d been weary at first. Meeting new people was never your strong suit—it was mostly why your only friend was Nat and one of your other coworkers—but after weeks of her assuring you that they were dying to meet you, you finally agreed.

Nat escorted you out of the elevator and into the kitchen where three of Earths mightiest heroes were eating lunch.

“Guys, hey! This is my massage therapist, Y/N. She just moved here from Michigan,” Nat introduced you. You waved at the boys and let a shy grin grace your features.

“Ah! Yes, the young Widow has spoken a lot about you,” Thor bellowed. “She says you have magic in your fingertips.” He wiggled his fingers for emphasis.

You giggled at him, peeking over at Nat as you caught her covering her eyes with her hand in embarrassment. “Yeah, well not real magic, I assure you, but I can definitely work out some knots.”

“Well, obviously you’re doing an amazing job considering she’s way less tense, now,” Steve jested at the redhead. Nat crossed her arms, swiveling to face the Captain.

“You know what, Rogers, I—”

“So, you have your own practice?” Sam interrupted, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Because I’ve had lower back pain for months and Tony refuses to hire someone to help.”

“So I’ve heard,” You hummed. “It’s not my practice, no, but I work at one just around the block. You’re welcome to come see me anytime!”

“I might just take you up on that,” Sam said and you smiled in response.

“Hey, now! She’s mine! Get your own!” Nat pointed at Sam, narrowing her eyes at him. You chuckled and grabbed onto her forearm, pulling her arm back down to her side.

“There’s plenty of me to go around, Nat. Besides, you get most of my time off the clock, anyway. I need to make some money here and there,” You winked at Sam who let out a bark of a laugh.

“I like her. Let’s keep her around.”

Again, a sheepish smile returned to your face and a blush fell onto your cheeks. You and Nat said your goodbyes and made your way down the hall and into the common room where Wanda and Vision were watching a movie. You all chatted for a moment, finding joy in the love that the witch and the android had for one another.

Nat and Wanda concurred that the three of you needed a girls day and before departing, you seemingly had a new friend.

“See? I told you everyone was going to like you,” Nat assured you once you left the common area. You let a breathy laugh come through your nose and nodded.

“I guess I just thought I’d feel more out of place,” You shrugged. “You guys save the world from impending doom and I’m just me.”

“Uh, you saved me from impending doom after you fixed my shoulder that one time. Don’t dote on yourself. We’re people just like you,” Nat nudged your arm with her elbow and you snickered, rolling your eyes.

“Right… people with magic powers, iron suits, super strength, and extreme combat training.”

“Look, if you’re so worried about not fitting in, come with me to the gym,” she declared, quickly switching hallways to change route. “I’ll teach you some basic defensive skills that everyone needs to know—especially since we live in the city.”

“Woah, woah, wait, Nat!” You called, shuffling your feet faster to catch up with her. “I don’t know about that! I’m not even dressed for a workout!” You gestured to your clothes. Nat peered over, noticing you were in jeans and a nice blouse.

“Alright, fine. Another time, then,” She waved her hand in the air. “But we’re still going to—”

The rest of her sentence was lost when she pushed the gym door open with vigor and almost immediately, your breathing hitched at the sight of a man with a metal arm taking a few hits at a bag hanging from the ceiling.

You couldn’t describe the emotions you were currently feeling. You’d been in love once. Years ago, fresh out of college, but it never felt like this. Your chest was on fire and it spread up into your cheeks. Your throat was a bit tight and you were sure if you took one more step, your knees would buckle from underneath you.

But this wasn’t love, right? Love at first sight didn’t actually exist… right?

“James!” Nat shouted at the handsome man from across the gym, pulling you from your trance. Your lips tugged themselves into an unwilling smile as he continued throwing punches while answering Nat.

“It’s Bucky, Nat! You know I hate it when you call me James,” the man corrected, keeping his focus on the bag. You eyed him intently; taking notice of how much stronger his left hook was from his right.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Nat said dismissively before turning her head back to you. “This is James ‘Bucky’ Barnes,” She yelled his real name louder to grab his attention, “Buck, this is Y/N.”

Bucky finally ceased his workout, lifting his eyes over to where you were standing and God, if that didn’t make you want to melt right onto the floor. He smiled sweetly at you, giving you a once over.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Bucky stated matter-of-factly and if you didn’t believe it before, then you certainly did now. “What brings you here?”

You struggled to find the words you were looking for as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, causing Nat to look at you wearily.

“She’s, uh, my massage therapist. I wanted her to meet everyone,” She muttered while giving you a confused look. She must have noticed the blush forming on your cheeks and how closed off you seemed compared to when you were meeting the others.

“Oh, are you coming to work here?” the devilishly handsome sergeant asked. You sucked in a large breath, praying that the words you were thinking would actually come out this time.

“I, uh, n-no actually I, um…” you stammered before turning to Nat. She obviously got your hint.

“No, she’s not. You know Stark thinks it’s a waste of money considering the majority of you rarely ever get hurt.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t get sore from time to time,” Bucky argued. Nat held her hands up in defense.

“Don’t complain to me! If you want her here, go talk to Tony,” the redhead pointed in your direction which made Bucky look back over at you, another grin finding its way to his lips. You followed suit and giggled quietly.

“Well, regardless, it’s nice to meet you,” Bucky chuckled. “I think I may just have to write a strongly worded letter to Stark about getting you to join us, but until then, I’ll see you around?”

You nodded fervently, biting your bottom lip. “Y-yeah, I’ll be, uh, around.”

“Good.”

You and Nat waved goodbye to him, letting him resume his workout, and rushed out of the gym hurriedly. Once you were out of sight from the winter soldier, you dramatically let your back hit the wall, dropping your head into your hands.

“Oh, my God, that was so embarrassing!” You groaned. Nat laughed and pushed your shoulder playfully.

“What happened to you? You went all goo-goo eyes on him!” She teased you.

You whimpered, letting your hands fall back down to your sides and leaning your head back against the concrete wall. “I don’t know! I took one look at him and my brain just stopped functioning.”

“Oh, you like him!” Nat smirked and poked you in the stomach, causing you to flinch away from her with a small yelp.

“Ah! Nat!” You swatted her hand away. “How can I like him? I don’t even know him.”

“You don’t need to know him to have a crush on him. That’s like, the first rule of having a crush,” She explained to you. You scoffed and twisted away, continuing to walk down the hall. “Admit you like Bucky!”

“Well, I don’t!” You yelled out as you continued down the corridor. “Besides, we’re not in high school. I shouldn’t have to admit anything.”

Nat huffed, as if it pained her to do what she was about to do, and scurried up behind you to latch her hands onto your sides, squeezing them ticklishly. You didn’t even have the wherewithal to support your own weight considering you didn’t see it coming. You yelped, holding your arms close to your waist to block her fingers and sank to the floor.

“Nahahat! Whahat the hehehell?” You said through your giggles.

Nat clicked her tongue. “It’s plain as day that you like him, so just admit it and I’ll stop!”

You jolted and attempted to squirm away once she moved her hands up to your ribs, but you knew it was a fruitless endeavor—you’d never be able to escape the Widow.

“If yohou alreheheady knoHOW, then whyhy do I neheheed to say it?” You squeaked, mostly from how Nat’s nimble fingers prodded into your sensitive ribcage, but also from embarrassment. She laughed along with you, delighted in how a simple pinch could almost incapacitate you.

“Because once you say it, I’ll have confirmation and can set you two up on a date!”

“WHAHAT? NO WAHAHAY!” Your laughter and voice pitched up as Nat’s thumbs drove into that wretched spot along the backs of your ribs. She found that spot fairly quickly at the beginning of your friendship. She asked if she could give you a massage since you do it so well for others. You were a bit reluctant, but she did ultimately convince you after kneading into your shoulder for a second or two.

As she moved down your back, you immediately realized why you never let people massage you because the second that Nat moved below your shoulder blades, bracing her first four fingers on your sides and circling her thumbs into the ribs next to your spine, you lost it. What started as a massage turned into a tickle attack from your brand-new friend.

And she never let you live it down. Nat wasn’t opposed to tickling you if you said some cheeky remark at her expense or if you changed the channel while she was watching one of her favorite shows. She always had the upper hand because she, herself, wasn’t ticklish. At all. So, it wasn’t like you could retaliate. You just had to sit there and take it.

“Come on, all you have to do is—”

“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I LIHIKE HIM, P-PLEHEHEASE NOHOT THERE!” You screamed in laughter. Nat let up, chuckling as you attempted to catch your breath.

“See? Was that so hard?” She taunted you. You glared up at her, then grabbed the hand she was holding out for you to stand up. You unwrinkled your clothes and giggled at the absurdity of it all.

“God, I feel like I’m a teenager again,” You complained. “I haven’t felt like that in years and honestly, I’m still not sure why I had such a hard time talking to him!”

“Bucky has that effect on people. I think it’s that old 1940s charm he’s got going on,” Nat shrugged, leading you two back down the hallway to the lab where Tony and Bruce were sure to be working on something.

You thought about that for a moment—Bucky’s way of making you weak in the knees—but it had nothing to do with what time period he was from. You certainly didn’t fall for Steve Rogers when you looked him in the eye. No, it was something else.

Maybe it was how kind he was considering his past. It was hard to believe that a man that sweet could have murdered people in cold blood. Or maybe it was because of his muscles. No, definitely not. Your eyes didn’t fall to Thor’s bulky exterior when you met him.

Maybe it was just Bucky’s essence. The way he carried himself and the way he joked with Nat. You were racking your head for a thousand reasons as to why you acted the way you did in front of him and Nat noticed once she said your name 3 times without an answer.

“Hey,” She voiced softly, turning to you with her hand on your upper arm. “You don’t have to have a specific reason as to why you like Bucky. Sometimes, humans are just really good-looking and it catches you off guard. You think he’s cute and I think he thinks you are, too.”

You covered your face in flustered awkwardness and grunted. “There’s no way he thinks I’m cute after that disaster of a conversation I just had. It wasn’t even a full-fledged conversation. I think I only said 5 words!”

“After spending years with these boys, I know their facial expressions inside and out. Bucky likes you.”

“Okay, fine, whatever, just…” you trailed off, grabbing Nat’s forearm with urgency, “don’t tell him I like him. I want to get to know him first.”

Nat chortled and nodded. “You have my word, but it’s not really like I need to say anything. If Bucky didn’t catch that you wanted to marry him on the spot, then he’s an idiot.”

You snatched your hand away from her, jaw agape and shoved her arm. “Shut up! You know what, I’m done talking to you about this!” You continued marching down the hall, leaving Nat snickering behind you.

You met the other habitants of the tower with no problem—which, of course, Nat teased you for later—and ultimately felt welcome in the band of heroes. You found an unlikely friend in Loki. He was unsure at first—an outsider coming to make friends with a bunch of superheroes wasn’t very common—but once you made a joke about his brother, he laughed and said that he was delighted to have someone with a sense of humor hanging around.

After you left the compound, the only thing circling your mind was Bucky. It was like he mentally took you hostage because all you could think about was his welcoming smile and entrancing blue eyes. It caught you at the most importune times, too. One minute, you’d be talking to a client, and the next you’d remember how Bucky told you that you had a beautiful name, causing you to blush.

You wouldn’t say you were trying to forget about him, but damn, it was hard to focus on anything else but him.

That’s why you were so relieved when Nat called a few days later with good news.

“Bucky asked me about you,” She sang through the phone. You internally panicked for a moment, your heartrate increasing and heat pricking at your face.

“You’re kidding! What did you say? You didn’t say anything bad, did you? Oh, God, I don’t want to know!” You spoke in quick succession.

“Woah, hey, calm down there, sea-biscuit! I didn’t tell him anything other than what he asked.”

You waited for her to elaborate in excruciating silence for a few seconds. “…And what did he ask?”

“Oh, just if I’d be bringing you over more often. He was basically drooling at the mouth when I told him yes. I told you he liked you!”

It took everything in you not to squeal in excitement. “I know we sound like 16-year-old girls at a sleepover gossiping about boys, but I don’t care. I am so happy.”

“I never had that experience, so I’m glad to be doing it with you now as a grown adult,” Nat laughed. “You coming over tomorrow, then?”

You took a quick peek over at the planner on your desk. “I have a bit of work to do in the morning, but I can probably swing by around noon. Just don’t make a big deal out of it, okay? I’m nervous enough around him as it is.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

The next day, a beautiful Sunday morning, you ventured to the coffee shop around the corner from your apartment to do your work instead of at your drab desk. It was certainly out of the ordinary for you, but fresh air and a nice iced coffee might do you good as you filled out and filed patient reports.

The change in scenery helped you work tremendously better than if you were in your own office. At this rate, you’d be done before the sun was high in the sky, getting you that much closer to seeing Bucky again.

It fueled you. You sped through the paperwork, though you made sure they were completed correctly, and sent them to your boss through email.

Just as you were about to pack up to leave, the bell on the front door to the café rang again. It was a nasty habit you had—looking up every time it sounded to see who was walking through the door. You supposed it had something to do with the way you loved to people watch, but it was distracting when you were desperately trying to get work done on a busy morning.

You gazed up, as you always did, then went back to putting your laptop away, but something in your mind told you to do a double-take.

And what you didn’t expect was to see Bucky himself walk through the door. Nor did you prepare for the utter fear you’d feel when he looked straight at you, too.

Almost instantly, your heartbeat sped up as if it were signaling the end of an intense workout. Bucky recognized you, sporting a giddy smile as he got in line to order. You returned it, albeit more reserved, and attempted to put your attention back on gathering your belongings.

Your head tilted down to hide the severe burning in your cheeks, but nothing could conceal the fact that your hands were shaking vigorously, making it extremely difficult to contain a grip on your laptop so you’d be able to stow it away.

You wrung your hands out and scolded yourself for acting this way. It’s just a guy. A guy who might like you back, but it’s just a guy.

This wasn’t how you planned on reuniting with him. You expected Nat to be at your side as a buffer and possibly as a translator considering how well your last conversation went. But here he was, making his way over to your table after he’d ordered his drink.

“Funny meeting you here,” Bucky grinned. “Is this seat taken?”

Your eyes shifted from him to the chair in front of you, then back to him. You bit the inner corner of your bottom lip and shook your head. “No. You can sit.”

Nice. A full sentence without stuttering.

Bucky slid the chair out and gracefully sat down, leaning back to get a better look at you. “So, are you a frequent café flyer?”

You cleared your throat, hoping to sound more confident than you felt. “Uh, no, actually. This is my first time here. A-Are you?”

“Yeah, I come here almost every morning after my jog around the block,” He said before standing up to retrieve his coffee as the barista said his name. As he walked away, you had to force yourself to calm down so that when he returned, you’d be cool as a cucumber.

Bucky graciously grabbed his coffee and made his way back over to your table. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing. I just saw a familiar face and thought I’d come and say hi. I don’t talk to very many people outside of the Avengers.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” You quickly reassured him, lest he think you didn’t want him joining you. “I just finished before you walked in. I was actually, uh, g-going to head to the c-compound after dropping off my stuff.”

Bucky’s eyes noticeably brightened and his smile, well, you weren’t sure if it could get any bigger. It set a flame to your heart; having a semi-mutual understanding that the two of you were interested in each other without having to say anything.

“Back again already, hm?” He voiced lowly prior to taking a sip of his coffee. You could tell he was teasing you, causing a breathy laugh to come through your nose.

“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head, but you guys are pretty interesting.”

“And what is it that makes us so interesting?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. You mimicked him.

“Are you just asking me to c-compliment you?” You asked, stuttering the slightest amount at how Bucky was flustering you. He giggled a bit, and it delighted you how melodic the sound was.

“I’m only asking what you see in us as an outsider looking in. Getting a compliment is simply a bonus,” Bucky shrugged, a hint of a smirk at his lips. The more the two of you talked, the less nervous you felt, which was a success in your eyes. It was as if the adrenaline finally kicked in, so you decided to match his cheeky behavior.

“What? Is being born in the early 1900s and having a vibranium metal arm made by possibly the smartest person in the world not interesting enough for you?”

Bucky let out a genuine laugh this time, nose scrunch and all. You thought it only happened in movies, but your stomach fluttered with butterflies at the sound and sight. It was exceedingly cliché, though it was warming to know that love was being depicted correctly in the cheesy romantic comedies you’d watched.

Love. Was it love? You were weary of putting a label on the way you felt about Bucky so soon since this was only the second time you’d laid eyes on him. It didn’t seem right to say you were in love with someone you’d just met, even if ‘love at first sight’ was real.

But love was a social construct. Different people are enveloped in it in different ways. Before Bucky, you were sure that you loved your last boyfriend, but the way he made you feel seemed so bland compared to how your face set aflame just by the sight of handsome super soldier.

Maybe you’d never truly know. It’s hard to have an understanding of what true love feels like if you’ve only dated 1 person in your life.

“You’re funny. I like you,” Bucky nodded in approval. You weren’t sure of the implications of what he just said, though it honestly didn’t matter—your hands began to tremble violently again as the weight of it dwelled on you. You fiddled with your fingers under the table, out of sight, and half-grinned.

“Y-You’re not too b-bad yourself,” a light chuckle rumbled through you. “Well, uh, I’m going to head home and drop m-my stuff off, so, um, I’ll see you back at the t-tower?”

Bucky furrowed his brows ever so slightly before looking out of the window at the darkening sky. “May I walk you home?” He asked. Your eyes widened into genuine surprise at the question. “It’s just… it’s about to rain and it would be rude of me to let a lady walk home in weather like this by herself.” A sheepish expression found its way to Bucky’s face at the way yours seemed to lose all its color. “I don’t mean to intrude or anything. You can absolutely decline, I just—”

“N-no, you’re not intruding at all! I appreciate the offer, really, but I’d hate to ask that of you since neither of us have umbrellas and sorry if this makes me sound really dumb, but, like, won’t your metal arm get rusty… or something?” You rambled.

Bucky had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at you. “Uh, no, my arm would be just fine. Plus, you didn’t ask, I insisted, but like I said, if I’m overstepping my boundaries, I apologize.”

You took a moment to gaze out of the window, too. It was dark, but you only lived a couple blocks away. Maybe you could make it home without getting soaked. After all, Bucky’s offer was just too good to pass up. It would give you a little more time alone with him.

“You’re definitely not overstepping. You’re…” You trailed off looking for the right word, “…very sweet. If you’d like to, I wouldn’t say no.”

You stood from your seat and grabbed onto your belongings, grinning shyly as Bucky took your empty coffee cup and tossed it in the trash for you. What a gentleman, you thought.

He held out his hand gesturing for you to lead the way, only proving your thoughts correct, and followed you out the door and onto the busy New York City street.

“My apartment isn’t too far from here,” You said over the bustle of cars and pedestrians. “If we hurry, we might be able to make it.” Just as you finished your sentence, you felt a raindrop fall onto your forehead. You flinched before wiping it away, scoffing at the irony. “Okay, maybe not.”

Bucky snickered and began to walk faster, urging you to do the same. “This is the last time I leave the house without an umbrella.”

Just as the two of you hit a crosswalk, having to wait at the corner due to the traffic, the rain’s pace picked up. A sprinkle quickly morphed into a light drizzle. You looked up at Bucky with slight panic and you were surprised to see that he was already looking down at you. Your face caused him to let out a snort, which in turn made you giggle as well.

Once the street was clear of vehicles, you and Bucky power-walked across and before you could even reach the other side, it started pouring.

“Shit!” Bucky hissed, ducking his head as if it would protect him.

“Come on!” You shouted prior to sprinting down the sidewalk. Bucky was hot on your heels, though you were positive he could have raced passed you without a second thought. Still, he let you lead the way back to your place, keeping a steady jogging pace behind you.

You found this whole fiasco to be a bit childish, thus making you fall into laughter as you raced an Avenger down the street. Within a couple of minutes, you were at the revolving door to your apartment complex.

“Go,” Bucky nodded to the entrance. “I’ll wait right here for you.”

Your eyes shot open and you shook your head aggressively. “What? No, I’m not letting you stay out here! Come inside.”

You didn’t care of the possible implications this time around. You’d never make him wait outside in the rain for you.

“Seriously, I’m fine right here. I—”

“I’m not taking no for an answer, Bucky,” You said, playfully glaring at him. “We’re wasting precious time standing outside bickering like children. We can throw your clothes in the dryer.”

“And what do you suppose I wear in the meantime?” Bucky smirked at you. You were damn lucky that the rain had made it difficult to see because your cheeks set on fire at his comment.

“I-I have s-some of m-my dad’s shirts here and… uh, s-sorry. I didn’t m-mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“Doll, it’s okay. I was joking. If you’re adamant about me coming in, I certainly wouldn’t mind,” He comforted you, placing a firm, yet gentle hand on your shoulder. You swore your heart skipped a beat at the cute pet name that rolled off his tongue. Pulling yourself together, you nodded and tilted your head towards the door, silently asking him to follow you.

The elevator ride up to the 6th floor was agonizingly quiet. You just invited the man who you’d been crushing on for days into your apartment. That reality hit you like a truck. What had gotten into you? How were you so timid in front of him one minute, only to be extremely forward the next?

You supposed it had to do with the fact that you had hints of Bucky liking you, too, though it was unspoken. Knowing that he might feel the same way you do—a mutual connection of sorts—helped you feel a little more comfortable around him.

You rounded the corner once the elevator doors opened and Bucky followed behind you; footsteps echoing in the silent hallway.

“Sorry about the mess in advance,” You finally spoke, digging through your purse for your keys. “I just moved in a couple months ago, so I’m still trying to unpack everything.”

Bucky chuckled. “I feel like anyone who says that doesn’t actually have a messy house. I’m sure it’s fine!”

The pair of you halted at your front door so that you could unlock it. You cleared your throat before swinging it open and stepping inside, becoming somewhat embarrassed about the dozens of boxes scattered around the living room and kitchen.

Your apartment was small, but still one of the bigger ones in the city. It was only a one bed, one and a half bath, but you had a killer view of the skyline and the architecture was admirable. It was hard to pass up after you toured it with the landlord.

You dared to take a peek at Bucky’s face once he crossed the threshold into your dumpster fire, cringing at how wide his eyes were. “I told you so.”

He snapped his head to look at you, smiling sympathetically. “Okay, yes, it’s messy, but it’s definitely not the worst I’ve seen. Besides, you just moved in. You have an excuse. Sam moved into the tower almost a year ago and his room still looks like this.”

You giggled at the jab, shaking your head as you kicked a cardboard box away from your path.

“I brought a couple of my dad’s t-shirts with me that I think might fit you,” You muttered, stumbling away from him to search for the box titled ‘miscellaneous’. “And I have this pair of sweatpants that are just way too big for me that also might fit. Honestly I don’t even know where they came from, so if they do fit you can have them.” You dug through the box on your left, shouting with victory as you pulled out a large black t-shirt and the pair of grey sweats that you referred to. “Aha! Here, you can change into this and I can throw your stuff in the dryer.”

You held out the clothing to Bucky, who was staring at you fondly. You retracted back into yourself as you noticed. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous.”

Bucky grabbed the clothes from your clutch and tilted his head. “Why are you nervous?”

“Well, uh, I don’t really make it a habit to invite men into my apartment and ask them to undress. Especially if I’ve only known them for a couple of days,” You said sheepishly, ducking your head to avert your gaze to the ground so that Bucky wouldn’t be able to notice the pink tint to your face.

“Well, I think it’s endearing,” He replied. “Thank you for your kind hospitality.”

“You’re welcome,” You uttered, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling too overenthusiastically. “The bathroom is, um, down the hall t-to your right.”

Bucky nodded and disappeared down the dark hallway. You watched as he retreated out of sight, then let out a giant breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. My God, you thought. How in the hell was this happening to you?

You assumed you would have a nice coffee and then go to the tower to hang out with everyone in a group setting, but somehow the universe aligned in just the right way so that you could get some alone time with Bucky. Natasha would be proud.

You scurried into your room to change as well, tossing your damp clothes into the hamper and switching to something more comfortable; a loose fitted tee and black leggings. Reaching for your phone, you called Nat to let her know that you would no longer be coming over.

“Hey!” She answered brightly. “Where are you? I thought you said you’d come over around noon.”

“Yeah, uh, change of plans. I’m not coming over,” You responded, feigning disappointment. You heard Nat sigh from the other line.

“Why not? Is it because of Bucky? I told you that he likes you, so I don’t know why you’re so scared to talk to him.”

“Well, I—”

“Seriously, you just have to buck up and tell him or something…”

“Nat.”

“…because if I have to sit here and watch you two pine for each other when it’s obvious that you like him and he likes you, I will lose my mind.”

“NAT!”

“What?”

Silence fell upon the call for a moment, letting the anticipation build for a bit of dramatic effect. You lowered your voice to a whisper before speaking. “I’m not coming because Bucky is here at my apartment.”

Nat immediately gasped. “Shut up! I knew you liked him, but I didn’t think it was that much. Holy shit, you barely know the guy!”

“Nat! That is NOT why he’s here and you know it!”

She laughed at your expense. “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to see what you’d say. But why is he there?”

“I was doing my work at a coffee shop this morning and he walked in just as I was about to leave. We talked for a minute, then he walked me home. End of story.”

“So, you’re staying there, then?”

“I mean… I’d rather spend time with him alone so I can get to know him better, so, yes.”

“Alright, well don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nat said with a teasing lilt to her voice. You rolled your eyes even though she wasn’t able to see.

“Goodbye, Nat.” You knew she’d hear the smile in your voice, so you hung up before she could say anything else back. Remembering you had a guest, who was probably waiting outside for you, you shuffled out back into the living room.

Your focus effortlessly fell onto Bucky, sitting patiently on the arm of your couch. You were unsure as to why, but he looked 10 times better than he did before, causing your face to heat up, yet again.

“S-Sorry I took so long. I had to call Nat really quick,” You explained before taking his wet clothes and heading over to your dryer. Bucky’s gaze followed you, a grin on his lips.

“I mean, you did leave me sitting out here for an awfully long time, but I suppose all is forgiven since you’re doing my laundry for me,” He chuckled. “Thank you, by the way.”

You set the timer for 30 minutes and strolled back over to him. “It’s no problem, really.”

“I’ve got to make it up to you somehow,” Bucky pondered. “I can’t cook, so that’s out of the question. It’s raining, so I can’t take you anywhere…”

“Bucky, it’s fine,” You giggled, coming to sit next to him on your couch. “I don’t need compensation or anything.”

“How about a movie?” He declared, ignoring your protests. You sighed, though with an unwilling grin on your lips, and raised your eyebrows.

“You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

“Not a chance,” Bucky quipped back, smirking. “You pick the movie and I am simply just here to enjoy it with you.”

Tearing you gaze away from him, you twisted your head to look at the television. You suppose it would be fair. Besides, you were totally counting this as a date.

“Okay, fine, I guess I’ll agree,” You said, patting the couch cushion next to you. Bucky rounded the couch and took his seat with a shit-eating grin on his face. You shook your head at the sight of it, swiveling so your back was resting against the arm of the couch and your feet were directly next to Bucky’s legs.

You selected a movie you thought you’d both enjoy—a cheesy romantic comedy—and settled into the couch.

You tried to pay attention to the film, really, you did, but as it went on and the silence between the pair of you grew louder, it was hard not to drown in your thoughts. Why did you choose this movie? You could have picked any movie on Netflix and you chose the one about a woman falling in love with a stranger. Was there a possibility that your subconscious selected it knowing that was exactly the position you were in?

Is Bucky wondering about the implications of this movie, too? He’d be a fool not to, right? God, what you’d give to have a peek inside his mind right now. He was probably weirded out by the fact that your feet were right next to him. Why did you sit like this? You could switch positions, but then that would definitely turn his attention back to you. You could—

“You’re doing it again,” Bucky spoke in a low, gravelly voice. You head whipped up and your eyes locked onto his, giving him a quizzical look. “You’re in your head making yourself nervous.”

You groaned almost inaudibly, biting the inside of your cheek. “Was it that obvious?”

“You weren’t even looking at the TV and you were fiddling with your fingers in your lap,” He stared at you sympathetically before reaching for the remote on the coffee table to pause the movie. “What’s got you so edgy?”

You thought about lying to him. It would certainly be easier, but how could you form a true bond based on lies?

“I don’t know, I just…” you let out a breath and shrugged, “…this isn’t normal for me. Normally, I’m more confident and I don’t give a rats ass what people think, but with you… I don’t know, you just make me nervous.”

“So, if I’m understanding right, you’re timid around me because you care of what I think about you…” Bucky clarified. You nodded shyly, going back to picking at the skin around your thumb. “Well, here’s what I think about you…”

“Oh, no, Bucky, that’s not what I—”

“Shh! I won’t take no for an answer,” He used your words against you, holding up his finger to stop you from interrupting. “You’re kind. One of the kindest human beings I’ve ever met, actually. I mean, who just lets a strange man into their apartment so that she can dry his clothes for him?”

“You’re not strange,” You laughed at his self-deprecating dig.

“You’re also funny. I’m stone cold sometimes, so it’s hard to make me laugh, but somehow you do it. I think part of it is the whole sheepish demeanor you have, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

You blushed for the millionth time and moved your head so he wouldn’t be able to see it as clearly as he would if you continued staring at him.

“I love your sense of style, too. Seriously, your socks are so cute! I love the little cherries,” Bucky joked, scratching at the fruit on the top of your foot with one finger. You spluttered a bit, covering that foot with the other to stop the ticklish sensation. Bucky quickly did it again, this time with all 5 fingers. You giggled and pulled both feet closer to yourself, heat creeping up your neck at the fact that the man you had a serious crush on now knew you were ticklish.

And by the devious look in his eyes, you could tell he was about to exploit it.

“And lastly,” Bucky said, gripping one of your ankles with his metal arm and tugging it towards him, “I love how ticklish you are!”

“No! Buhucky, WaHAHAIT!” You screeched as his fingers descended down onto your arch. You attempted to pull it from his vibranium grip with all your might, but it obviously didn’t work. “Nohoho fair! Yohou have suhuhuper strength!”

Bucky smiled at how your laughter pitched up once he got closer to the ball of your foot, so he refocused all his efforts there. “I think it’s very fair. This is definitely getting you out of your head!”

“Yohou jeHERK! NAHAHA!” Your struggle became more frantic as his fingers scribbled just underneath your toes. You hit the cushion of the couch to signal your need for air because words were definitely not easy to come by through your laughter.

Bucky relented immediately, releasing your ankle and twisting his body to face you. “Are you no longer nervous?”

You curled into yourself as you sent him a malicious glare, though it was absolutely non-threatening with a ticklish grin still on your face.

“Noho! Because now you know my secret and I’ll never live it down!” You shouted playfully. “Honestly, I do your laundry and this is the thanks I get?”

Bucky smirked. “Doll, I figured out this secret on the day we met. Now, where was that spot Nat got you that had you screaming, huh?” He lunged forward, latching his hands onto your thighs, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger.

You gasped prior to letting out a squeak and falling into howling laughter. You batted your hands against his to push him away. “You wehehere lihistening?”

Bucky pinched his way up higher, hoping to find that weak spot on your hips. “Well, I mean it’s kind of hard to focus when there’s a tickle fight going on right outside the door,” He teased you, digging his thumbs into your hip bones. You squirmed underneath him, even though it was pointless. You weren’t getting out of this until Bucky decided to let you.

The ticklish shocks sent you into a state of euphoria, which was possibly why you didn’t immediately freak out at the fact that Bucky heard everything you said, meaning that he heard you say—or rather scream—that you liked him.

“Hmm, still not this one,” He commented, switching techniques as his hands found your belly, lighting scratching at the place between your side and navel. Your hands grabbed his wrists, but you made no serious moves to push him away. It wasn’t exceedingly unbearable and to be perfectly honest, you didn’t mind his hands all over you, tickling you senseless.

“Yohou’re nohohot gonna fihind it!” You taunted him back. He paused his attack and stared at you incredulously, baffled by the fact that you had the guts to be cheeky with him in such a precarious position. You took this second of reprieve to catch your breath, knowing he was nowhere near done with you.

“And what makes you think that?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not that ordinary of a place to be ticklish, I guess,” You shrugged, a self-satisfying smirk on your face. Bucky scoffed and laid his hands flat across your abdomen.

“Alright, here’s a deal. If I find it within the next 2 minutes, I get a dare. If I don’t, you get a dare,” He bargained. You took a second to wager your options. You were right; your weak spot wasn’t all too common, so you were a bit confident that you’d win this little game. The only question on your mind was ‘what is his angle here?’

“You want me to endure two whole minutes of torture just so you can dare me to do something?” You interrogated the soldier.

“Yes, but I promise to make my dare really good,” He winked. You locked eyes with him and saw the sincerity behind the playfulness. He was waiting for consent. He wouldn’t continue to seek out your weak spot without permission, which you found to be extremely sexy, because there’s nothing hotter than a man who respects boundaries.

How bad could it be, anyway?

“Fine, but just be prepared to lose, Barnes.”

Without responding, Bucky dove right back into tickling your belly, fluttering his fingers around the sensitive places that made your skin crawl. You fell back into giggles, thankful that he didn’t want to incapacitate you within the first few seconds.

Once he had his fun watching you squirm, he shot his hands up to the front of your ribs, causing you to jolt violently. All of your ribs were pretty ticklish, but some more than others.

“Ooh, did I find it already?” He asked teasingly, splaying his fingers wider and digging into the crevices of the bones. You screeched and clamped your elbows to your sides, hoping to block him.

“NOHOHOPE!” You yelled.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“TRUHUST ME! YOHOU’LL KNOHOHOW IF YOU FIHIND IT!”

Bellowing laughter ripped through you as Bucky pinched at your ribs. He was getting warm, but not warm enough, because he finally moved targets and slid his fingers into the hollows under your arms. The feeling of it caused you to yelp in surprise, but your cackles turned into belly laughter.

“Damn it,” Bucky hissed in frustration.

“Fohorty five seheconds,” You provoked him. He growled before jamming his thumbs into your upper ribs so that the rest of his fingers could wiggle against your back. “AHHHAHA!”

You pressed yourself farther into the couch cushions, hoping to stop his torturous fingers, but you only made it worse for yourself. His hands were trapped at the wretched spot now.

“Oh-ho-ho, what do we have here?” Bucky chuckled deviously, gliding his hands down an inch lower, making you jolt one last time before falling into silent laughter. “I win.”

You weakly swatted at his arms to get him to stop and he did without hesitation. He pulled his hands out from underneath you, grinning at you fondly. You hiccoughed a few times, still giggling intermittently, and covered your face with your hands to hide your utter embarrassment.

“You’re absolutely right, that is a very strange place to be ticklish,” Bucky stated once you calmed yourself. You groaned and he laughed at you. “That was very cute.”

“Shut up,” You snapped at him without any bite. “Go on, give me your dare.” You straightened yourself to sit upright on the sofa, waiting for the inevitable humiliating task.

You bit your lips in anticipation, suddenly very aware of how Bucky was looking at you.

“I dare you to kiss me,” He announced without an ounce of hesitation. It was matter-of-fact. He wasn’t asking, he was almost demanding, but you knew he wouldn’t force you to. “That day we met, I heard you and Nat in the hallway talking… and laughing. I heard you say that you liked me. Honestly, it was such a relief because I thought I was crazy for having those same feelings for you the second I laid eyes on you. So, I dare you to kiss me.”

Your breathing hitched in your throat, much like how it did that day in the gym. It was his confession back to you. It left you no doubt in your mind that he felt the same mutual connection. Then, your lips twisted into a smile as you leant forward to press a kiss to his.

Your skin automatically felt 10 degrees warmer than it had been a second ago as Bucky’s hand rested on the side of your face. You sighed happily into his mouth, relishing in this moment because God, how was this your life.

Bucky drew back once he’d had his fill and stroked his thumb across your cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered.

You drank the compliment as if it were a cup of cold water on a hot day; savoring it in every way possible. You brought your hand to rest on top of his and half-smiled.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” You blinked, waiting for his answer.

Bucky was quiet for a moment, gazing admiringly into your eyes. “Before the day I met you, I would have said no.” He surged towards you, kissing you passionately once more, then pulled back to finish what he was saying. “But it definitely exists.”

“I think so, too,” You replied in a hushed voice. You pulled his hand away from your face, placing a small peck onto his palm before interlocking your fingers with his.

There would be days were you still might get nervous around Bucky. Hell, if he kissed you like that every day, then maybe your hands would never stop shaking. But now, as the feelings between the two of you were out in the open, you might feel confident every now and then.

Confident that Bucky loves you just as much as you love him.

part 2

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Age Regression/Kid Fics Masterlist 2

part one

A.I.s and Lullabies (ao3) - Echo N/R, 21k

Summary: Tony is suddenly a quiet, wary five year old boy. The rest of the team are less than completely sure about what to do about that.

A Little Odder (ao3) - AnonEhouse pepper/tony G, 3k

Summary: De-aged Tony has the Avengers, and Pepper, wrapped around his little finger. It's only going to be for a little while, so why not give in and give him whatever he wants? Seriously, you do not want to see him cry.

A Pair of Cardboard Wings (ao3) - Frankensteins_Monster sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Bucky blinked in shock. A string of expletives got stuck partway in his throat. He was planning to greet Sam with a stern glare and a fond insult. But this wasn’t… Sam. The portal closed. Sam stood up, his cardboard wings crushed and broken. He rubbed the back of his neck and then looked around, confused. Perhaps a little scared. This definitely wasn’t the Sam that Bucky knew.

A Second Chance (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: During a battle with Loki, Tony is being his usual snarky self. After hitting a raw nerve, Loki decides to take his revenge.

Forget Your Past and Embrace Your Future (ao3) - AvengersTime steve/tony, clint/natasha N/R, 19k

Summary: "At first, it’s such a shock to Tony he just stares at Bruce, unbelieving. It’s not possible. There is no way that that little boy is Tony Stark from when he was six years old."

Loki brings Tony from the past to the future. It goes as well as you might expect.

I Take My Children Everywhere (But They Always Find Their Way Home) (ao3) - kellifer_fic clint/phil G, 3k

Summary: "Oh my god," Phil groans, smacking a hand over his face just as a tiny Tony Stark marches up to him and very determinedly and with great gusto, kicks him in the shin.

Just A Little Taste of Where I Came From (ao3) - torakowalski clint/phil T, 20k

Summary: Steve stares at Thor. Then down at the children. It isn't that he doesn't understand what Thor is saying; it's just that he's sure that isn't possible.

"Are you saying that those kids are Coulson and Stark?" Natasha demands. Steve is so glad that someone other than him asked that question.

Thor nods encouragingly. "I am. Is that not a relief?"

"Um," Clint says. He sounds as though he's going to freak out any second. "No?"

One of a Kind (ao3) - kellebelle steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Tony is turned back into his five-year-old self, and guess who Fury has assigned to babysit.

Tony is a swell kid. Too bad Howard never noticed. (One shot)

Provide Me (ao3) - coveredsnow G, 52k

Summary: Tony wakes up much younger than he's supposed to be, and much less bratty than the team would expect.

Tension headaches, a little heartache, and a lot of learning ensue.

Steve Rogers Is A Child (ao3) - LagLemon steve/tony M, 290k

Summary: Tony gets into fights with Steve all the time and it's driving him insane. Sure, he's not the nicest guy in the world, but all he did was steal a little of the guy's sesame seed bagel - he didn't deserve to get yelled at for something stupid like that.

After drowning his sorrows in hot chocolate and complaining to Pepper about what happened, Tony gets a phone call from Natasha telling him to hurry back home. Something's happened - Steve has been attacked and he's not quite the same man he once was - he's been turned into a child.

With Steve out of commission, the team struggles with what to do and Tony finds himself filling roles he had never expected: babysitter and friend.

Stuffed Elephants and Cooking Lessons (ao3) - Knitwritezombie (Missa_G) G, 3k

Summary: When Tony is de-aged by magic, he latches on to Clint. Clint wonders how he became the responsible adult in the Tower.

Silent Confessions, Grand Gestures (ao3) - MegaraNoelle bucky/tony G, 4k

Summary: Who knew that it would take a small Hydra faction to bring Tony and Bucky together? Now Steve is stuck babysitting his best friends, and dealing with them being in love, and not being shy about it at all.

Teenage Dream (ao3) - shinkonokokoro steve/tony E, 16k

Summary: This was written for this prompt:

A battle with Loki leaves Tony de-aged physically and mentally to the time he was in college.

young!Tony takes it all in stride. He is duly impressed by his armor, confused and excited by all the superhumans (Thor and Hulk) around and then is smacked by the realization that the boring blond hovering around is actually his MAJOR childhood hero / crush / source of adolescent fantasies Captain America! Cue teen!Tony trying his best (and maybe succeeding?) to get into an increasingly flustered and blushy Captain America.

Bonus if teen!Tony is still way way more experienced than virgin!Steve and is *delighted* to get to top (and deflower) Captain America.

(Um, extra bonus for including a little bit of Rhodey and Pepper interacting with Tony. Also super bonus for Steve unearthing Tony's daddy issues by the dozen.)

(That Would Be) Enough (ao3) - ketchupcrisp pepper/tony, clint/phil/natasha, eventual ot6, eventually steve/tony M, 164k

Summary: One phone call from Pepper Potts to Phil Coulson, and one seemingly misguided act of magical penance on Loki's part alters the course of events in Iron Man 3. Already in the midst of a breakdown after the Battle of New York, Tony is de-aged, and the Avengers are faced with a choice: assemble themselves into a makeshift family, or risk losing Iron Man (and Tony).

The Kid (will be alright) (ao3) - AngeNoir steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Steve Rogers has the unique chance to find out that yes, Tony Stark was a dick even at eleven years old.

He also gets to understand why.

Tiny (ao3) - Pearl_Unplanned

Summary: Steve gets de-aged, but he still thinks normally. Well, at least most of the time.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #deaging #masterlists #age regression masterlist

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WIP Update - 22 Feb 2023

Back to a more normal writing week - I touched 9 fics ( 4 WIPs & 5 new works) for a total of 2744 words!

On Ao3, I posted: -- Chapter 2 of Make My Heart Come All Undone -- surfer(and selkie)!Tony & amputee!Bucky meet cute -- Clothes Make The Man - a Steve POV CA:WS missing scene drabble -- Tensegrity - MIT Era TonyRhodey mutual (unresolved) pining ficlet -- The Fist, Defeated - double drabble TFatWS flashback - Isaiah vs the Soldier

On Tumblr I posted: -- Down in the Hole (Some Emotions Are Hard to Hide) - Sam & Bucky mission ficlet with a dose of hurt/comfort -- Flying the Flag of Freedom - Part 2 - Pirate AU Captain Rogers & his first mate Bucky encounter a slave ship that might not need rescuing.

I have 12 active WIPs with my current deadlines being the February Ficlet Challenge, Bucky Barnes Flash Bingo 2023 and the Tony Stark Bingo (all ending 28 Feb)

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Bucky Barnes Flash Bingo 2023 [BBB_F23] (Ends 28 Feb)

The Bucky Barnes Bingo team (@buckybarnesbingo) is running a flash bingo this month - pick one of 5 premade cards (each with prompts starting from the same letter of his name) and create some new content to share!

I picked the U card and I’ve filled all 5 squares! Just need to get everything onto Ao3 so I can submit my fill forms.

* Ultimatum - used this in combination with the FFC23 Day 9: Soulmate AU prompt along with my Stucky Bingo Stark Tower prompt for The Words Engraved Upon Our Souls - a Stucky Soulmate AU ficlet with supportive (and maybe pining, just a little) Tony.

* Unlucky - Filled this with Come Again Some Other Day It’s an introspective piece with Bucky reflecting on how much he hates being rained on that came in at 527 words.

* Undone - Filled this with Chapter 2 of Make My Heart Come All Undone - No Powers AU featuring surfer!Tony (with a secret) and amputee!Bucky. I got a good start on this thanks to the FFF23 Day 1 prompt: Wave and have since finished the fic, which is coming in at 2191 words - will probably post the final chapter March 3rd.

* Uniform - filled this with Clothes Make the Man - a drabble where on the eve of Project Insight, Steve takes on a more personal mission.

* Underdog - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt . [#FFF189 Who Are You] for a double drabble: The Fist, Defeated. The plan is to possibly add on more (possibly present day) to also fill my ACB Isaiah Bradley square.

Tony Stark Bingo - Round 6 [TSB_R6 (Ends 28 Feb)

22 fills with two bingo so far and three WIPs at the moment - with Vague Ideas for almost every other square. I am gunning for a blackout, tho will probably have to pull my Adopted squares in to make that happen.

S5 - James “Rhodey” Rhodes – a FFC 23 prompt “This is the last time I bail you out!” combined with my AvB Vulnerability square gave me the inspiration to finally write Tensegrity. Posted to Tumblr previously and now up on Ao3

* T3 - Pepper Potts/Rescue - Wrote up a partial remix of sabrecmc’s Indecent Proposal from Pepper’s POV after a quick re-read of Chapter 1 - An Indecent Proposal is coming in at 517 words and will get posted on teh 25th.

* T4 - KINK: Concubine - this is getting pushed to the next round in order to do the idea justice. 😔

* A1 - AU: Regency - finally cracked this with an outsider POV (Phil Coulson) of the events of To Tame a Werewolf. The Steward of Brookline Manor is completed at 707 words, after added to the initial draft posted on Tumblr to fill Day 13 of the FFC23 challenge. It will get posted on the 27th.

*A5 - Scott Lang - also getting pushed to the next round unless time/inspiration breaks free before the end of the month. 😔

* K2 - Secret Admirer - carried this over from last round so I could try my hand at a remix of Seeds of Love (WinterIron hanahaki fic by the super-talented @hddnone). Wrote two segments of this for the Flash Fiction Friday and February Ficlet Challenge events - am re-titling and combining them for Wraps Around My Heart (Refusing To Unwind) - which will either be a one shot or a one-chapter WIP. It’s coming in at 600-ish words and will post by the 28th.

February Ficlet Challenge [FFC23] (Ends 28 Feb 2023)

I’m participating in the @februaryficletchallenge, where two prompts get posted each day. You’re supposed to write a 200+ word ficlet within 24 hours and share it to the collection - I’m ending up using these as prompts for longer works to fill bingo squares, but am posting each ficlet to Tumblr as I complete it.

I’ve completed ficlets for the following prompts: (12 of 22 days)

Day 1: Wave; Day 2: Caught in the Rain, Day 3: “What’s up, Doc?”; Day 6: Pirate AU Day 7: Carnival/Amusement Park, Day 8: “This is the last time I bail you out!”; Day 9: Soulmate AU; Day 10: “Wet your whistle”; Day 12: Secret Admirer, Day 13: Vampire and/or werewolf AU; Day 15: Ice; Day 16: Out to Sea

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Thirteen fills and one WIP with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining - no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something! (maybe the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

* O2 - Stark Tower - See BBB Flash Ultimatum above.

* N1 - AU: Fairytale - stretching this prompt a little to combine it with the FFC23 Day 15: Ice prompt for a double drabble. The Captain and the Soldier is vaguely inspired by The Snow Queen (Hans Christian Andersen).

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine). Will probably continue on this sometime in February/March. Current Last Line: "My men will accompany you back to Brookline in the morning.”

I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics square – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!

WinterIron - No Powers AU – Stony No Powers AU

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This time around the card is a 3x3, so am looking at writing different pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve. I have 2 fills completed and two WIPs, with a couple more ideas in play.

* A1 - Vulnerability - see TSB James “Rhodey Rhodes square above

* B1 - Unrequited Love - see TSB Secret Admirer square above.

* B3 - Mistaken Identity - I’m planning a third chapter of my Tony/Rhodey Western AU Decision at Sundown based on the ficlet I wrote to fill the “Wet Your Whistle” FFC23 prompt. The expansion will make both this square (and probably the fic itself) more explicit. 😁

* C3 - Dog Tags - seems like a good Steve/Bucky (or Steve/Sam?) square.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1] (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

This new bingo focuses on Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson as its main characters - paired up with each other or anyone else! I’ve got three completed fics, one WIP and two different ideas for the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge - see this Tumblr post for details.

* B2 - AU: Fugitive - I combined this with the FF23 Pirate AU prompt to write Flying the Flag of Freedom. I plan on expanding it to bring Sam aboard (so to speak) but need to do some more research first.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley - see BBB Underdog above.

* O1 - “This is payback, isn’t it?” - combined this with the FFC23 - Day 7: Carnival/Amusement Park prompt for Recollection of Anticipation - Steve revisiting memories based on Bucky’s comment about the Coney Island roller coaster. It came in at 541 words and will be posted to Ao3 before this event ends.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of A Rising Star - a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

Finally got my square incorporated into my Master Bingo tracking workbook and have one fill. I have a few squares I want to swap & will probably start tacking this and the All Caps bingo in earnest next month.

G1 - Rescue Mission - I combined this with last week’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF190 Trapped in the Dark] to write a Sam & Bucky mission fic hurt/comfort ficlet: Down in the Hole (Some Emotions Are Hard to Hide) It came in at 525 words and will get posted to Ao3 sometime next month.

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - possible expansion of A Rising Star .

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On other creative fronts: I have a Launchpad McQuack Stuffed With Character figure in progress - still working on the figures/props for my three Marvel Trumps Hate auction winners as well (7 of 8 done so far) – thanks so much for your generous support!! Finally, I am prepping for a superhero con in March and another con in June so am pretty well booked up through spring/early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!). They’re mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #WIP Update #WIP Wednesday #Shameless Self Promo

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How about a Marvel fic where Steve is on a mission with Nat and gets the stomach flu? Or if you prefer maybe the whole team is there?

TW: depictions of vomit

“Steve behind you!” Natasha yelled as she ducked under a fist and took out her attackers legs.

Steve heard her, but took just too long to process what she’d said. Suddenly he was flat on his back on the ground, vision swimming. Get up, you have to get up, he thought to himself.

Before he could make his achy limbs move however, the looming man above him was taken out from behind. He dropped to the floor, much as Steve had done a minute ago, either unconscious or too stunned to move.

“What’s wrong with you?” Nat asked, holding a hand down to Steve to help him off the ground.

He stood up on shaky legs, ignoring the spinning of his head and the turning of his stomach. As soon as he was upright however, his body went hot and his mouth filled with spit he couldn’t swallow.

“Nat-” he started to warn her, but cut himself off by pitching forwards to vomit all over his shoes. Great.

“Jesus Christ Steve,” she gasped, jumping out of the way to avoid the growing mess that he was heaving up all over the floor of the compound. It was a good thing she’d managed to take out everyone already cause Steve was clearly in no shape to be fighting.

“Sorry,” he breathed out, spitting to rid his mouth of the taste.

“Are you good?” she asked, moving to stand at his side. She draped an arm over his back and grabbed his shoulder with her other hand, helping him straighten up slowly.

“I, uh, I’m really not feeling so hot,” Steve laughed awkwardly, feeling his face flush with embarrassment.

“Clearly,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes, although Steve could sense the fondness in her voice.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. He knew he’d jeopardized the mission. Truthfully, he’d felt a little off all day, and his stomach had started bothering him a couple of hours ago, but he hadn’t realized he was actually going to throw up until a few seconds before he did.

“Let’s just get you out of here. I’ll call for a med-evac and backup to storm the second compound with me tonight,” Natasha said, “Can you walk?”

“Think so,”

“We’ll take it slow,” Natasha said, her voice soft. She didn’t get like this very often, mostly just for Steve and Clint. Well, Bruce too, but that was different somehow.

Steve nodded, letting himself be pushed towards their exit point. When the world started spinning again he closed his eyes, letting himself lean against Natasha, who silently took his weight without complaint. She was a lot stronger than she looked, despite being so tiny. Steve had learned not to under estimate her a long time ago.

“Here, sit, relax for a bit,” Natasha’s voice shook him from his trance a few minutes later. She’d managed to get him back to their camp in the woods, just off the property, without incident.

“Shit-” Steve gasped out just before he dropped to his knees to throw up again, his stomach squeezing. So much for without incident.

“Alright, take it easy Steve, you’re okay,” she crouched down behind him, rubbing his back through his uniform. He felt her pull his helmet off, tossing it somewhere. He hadn’t realized how sweaty he was, but he felt absolutely disgusting.

“God, Nat I’m so sorry,” he gritted out a moment later, biting back dry heaves. He had nothing left to throw up but his body couldn’t seem to figure that out.

“Shut up,” she said, though just like before there was no real malice in her voice. In fact, she sounded almost... worried? That was new. Maybe he was more sick than he thought. “You’ve got a fever,” she added, as if reading his thoughts. They’d always been able to do that, read each other. It’s what made them a good team.

“Mm,” Steve hummed, closing his eyes again as Natasha practically dragged him away from the pile of sick, helping him lean up against a tree.

“I’m gonna call the tower now, try not to pass out or anything, okay?” she said, brushing his sweat dampened hair out of his eyes.

“Yes ma’am,” Steve breathed out, a smile playing at his lips despite how awful he felt.

#might do a part 2 where he gets back to the tower and bucky takes care of him.#this wasnt as long as i wanted #but i think it turned out okay #i love their friendship #sick steve #stomach flu #tw vomit #vomit trigger warning #vomiting #caretaker natasha #marvel #mcu #avengers #steve rogers #captain america #black widow #natasha romanoff

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buckyownsmylife · 2 years

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I Want You - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's your boss and he's tired of pining for you from a distance.

Warnings: smut, DUBCON, boss-employee relationship, manipulation, praise kink, fingering, squirting, cum eating, mentions of breeding.

Word count: 2k

A/N: This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @river-soul! I hope you like it, lovely!

A/N.2: This has been in my drafts for far too long 😂 I think I posted it on my Patreon back in May! So I figured: what better way to get back into a regular posting schedule than to actually get it out? I barely remember what it’s about, but I do know I was proud of it and excited to see if River would like it! ~ 💙

Bucky’s P.O.V.

It always impressed me how she never noticed just how much of my attention was focused on her at all times. If she wasn’t already brilliant, that laser-like focus would have been enough to put her on the top of my best employees list. But as it were, she topped that list for many reasons, and that was only a small part of it.

My favorite was how she was one of the only people I paid that didn’t completely fawn over me. Everyone else seemed to want to get in my pants, always trying to please me and make simple things, like getting me a cup of coffee, some overly sexual activity somehow, but not her.

Oh, no.

She just went on with her day like nothing was wrong. Like I had absolutely no power over her. And still, whenever we were alone and I towered over her smaller frame, making sure to keep eye contact with her, I could see just how affected I actually made her. She’d always blink a few times and take several seconds to resume her activities when I stepped away, like her mind was lingering on the magnetic field I was sure I radiated towards her.

God, I wanted her. I wanted her bad. And I was growing tired of waiting for her to notice it. The knowledge that this professional boundary had to be crossed by her was beginning to slip from my mind and I didn’t want to make any more efforts to keep it there anymore.

Would it be so bad if I went after what I knew we both wanted? I was convinced it would be a good thing. Then we’d both be happy - I’d make sure to make her happy - and there wouldn’t be this fucking need growing inside of me, without her to take care of it.

I should definitely do something about it.

I started by asking her to focus on a very important project I needed her help and only her help with. No one else was as dedicated as her anyway, so it didn’t seem suspicious when I explained she was the only one I trusted with this job. She even seemed proud - as she should be.

I had big plans for her.

I let her work on that project for a whole week, taking away all of her usual tasks so she could focus solely on a document I’d never even glance at.

Of course, she didn’t need to know about my intentions. All that was important was for her to fully dedicate herself towards it, pour all of her in it, and so I made sure to always remind her just how important this project was to me, personally.

I’d pay her visits from time to time, if only to make her flustered and see the look of envy in her coworkers’ faces. They wanted the attention I only ever gave her because they didn’t deserve it. Only she did.

“Everything alright with the big project?” I asked her with a wide smile, hands deep in my pockets as I fought the urge to stand there and analyze her work environment, take in every single little knick knack she decorated her table with.

There would be time for that later. I’d get to know every inch of her later.

“Of course, Mr. Barnes.” Her diligence and the respectful way with which she treated me only added to my arousal. I needed her desperately. But that was alright. I was so close to getting what I wanted now, there was no way I was about to screw it up.

“Figured as much.” I winked at her, who quickly hid her face behind the computer, probably so I wouldn’t catch her embarrassed expression, and then I forced myself to walk away from her, whistling in an effort to distract my mind.

Only two more days.

On Thursday, I asked if she had big plans for Friday night. I was hoping she’d say she wouldn’t mind staying back to go over the project with me. Fortunately, that’s precisely what happened.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Barnes! I can’t wait to show you what I’ve done.” And I couldn’t wait to see her.

Friday arrived and I’d never been happier. It was hard to keep the smile off my face, so I just left it there, surprising most of my employees - not because I was usually in a sour mood, but because I wasn’t as open about my emotions in the workplace.

I had a feeling this would all change after today. I could barely control myself around her, but now that I was so close to actually having her? I knew I’d never go back to how I was before and I’d make sure she would accompany my change.

“How are you doing, Miss Y/L/N?” I swirled in my chair as she shot me a smile, closing the door behind her when she approached me with her USB in her hands.

“Should I…?” She signaled towards my computer, and I pushed the chair away from it so she could stand between me and my desk, taking advantage of the position to check out her ass. She always wore the tightest skirts, my only complaint was that they were too long.

I let her do her thing, set up the file in my computer, knowing I’d asked one of the guys in IT to tamper with it so anything that was inserted in the machine would simply erase itself. When her breath hitched, I knew it had worked, even before she muttered to herself, “It’s not working…”

I watched her tap some keys, her movements growing more frantic by the second. It was getting harder and harder to keep the smirk off my face, so I was thankful that she kept her back to me as she mumbled, “Oh, no.”

There were a few more repetitions of the “Oh, no! Oh, no!” before she was finally able to turn around and look me in the eye. I made sure to keep my face blank when she told me, “I-I think I’ve done something wrong.”

And then I allowed myself the time to relish in these seconds right before I got her. This was it. This is what I had been wanting for so long. This was the moment where everything changed.

“Oh, God! I ruined your project!” She lamented, covering her beautiful face with her hands and the perspective of her crying because of something I had planned all along had me springing into action.

“Of course not, doll,” I rushed to reassure her, reaching out for her hand so I could see her again. Once I touched her warmth, though, it was impossible to part from it, so I just kept my grip on her and used it to pull her body to me. “Come here.”

She did so without resistance, stumbling a bit but ending up in my lap, like I wanted. The minute I felt her body pressed against mine, I knew I was going to keep her forever.

“Sh…” I consoled, caressing her hair. “It’s okay, I know how to make you feel better.” My fingers danced over the edge of her skirt, slowly dipping underneath it to trail down the inside of her thighs.

“I know that you worked so hard on this project. I think you deserve a reward, sweetheart.” Nuzzling her neck, I breathed her in, drunk on her proximity. “Open your legs for me.”

I was expecting some sort of hesitancy, but she actually did so as soon as I asked her to, almost instinctively. “Good girl…” The praise fell effortlessly from my lips, my fingers easily dipping under her panties to rub her spread cunt. “You’re so wet already… Think I can fit two fingers in here?”

I shoved them inside of her before she could formulate an answer, groaning at the tightness that fought against me. “Oh, yes!” I groaned. “God, you’re perfect.”

Something made her snap out of her haze, at last. I’d been waiting for it, so I managed to keep her legs open, tightening up my hold on her body.

“Mr. Barnes,” she stuttered, “y-you’re my boss.” Chuckling, I buried my face in her hair, breathing her in, admiring her innocence, her character.

“Yes,” I recognized, still slowly thrusting my fingers in and out of her, exploring her walls, trying to learn what made her clench. I wanted to stay right there forever. “And you’re my favorite employee,” I disclosed, as if telling a secret. “So willing, so beautiful…”

She cried out when I curled my fingers, letting me know that I had, in fact, located the sweet spot I was eager to memorize. “So I’m really interested in letting you know that I’m not angry,” I continued, kissing along her shoulder to loosen up her muscles. “Now, let’s see you relax around these fingers, huh? Let your boss take care of you, honey. You know you deserve it.”

It took her a little while, but at last I felt her body melt on top of mine and I smiled triumphantly. “Good girl,” I whispered, keeping up with my movements just to hear her sounds. “Doesn’t it feel good?” I insisted, “Tell me.”

When she nodded, I couldn’t take it anymore. I used my free hand to turn her head to the side and capture her lips in a heavy kiss - the first of many we’d share, certainly.

I’d been waiting for this for so long. I couldn’t believe I’d get to do it for the rest of my life.

It would never be enough. I would never get enough of her. And that’s when it hit me: I would never be alone anymore. I could have this - could have her, until the day I died.

She started to tremble on top of me, fidgeting on my lap like she couldn’t relax anymore. “You have no idea how pretty you look,” I sighed, rubbing my nose against her cheek until her panic started to weigh me down.

“Are you scared, sweetheart?” I confirmed, running my free hand down her body in an effort to calm her down. It took her a little while, but at last, she shook her head, forcing herself to slump against my chest.

“There you go…” I praised, resuming the movement of my fingers. “Will you let me keep on consoling you?” I wanted to see her nod, witness her accept this for what it was.

Me taking ownership of what was already mine.

“You don’t have to keep those pretty sounds in.” She’d been biting down on her bottom lip so hard, the poor thing… I was scared she was about to split it open, and there was no reason for it to get that far. “There’s no one here but us, honey.”

She leaned her head against my shoulder, mouth falling open and allowing her beautiful sounds to escape freely. I felt like I was in heaven. She looked so pretty with my fingers inside of her. I couldn’t even picture what she’d look like when it was my dick spearing her open.

Just thinking about it had my cock twitching in my pants, right against her back. I knew she felt it from the gasp that left her lips, and I groaned in need, fingers speeding up in their onslaught of her insides.

“You’re mine now,” I warned her, but my only answer were more moans, as she seemed unable to formulate any sentences. “You’ll be mine forever.”

I couldn’t contain my smile as I breathed her in, listening to her sounds become more high-pitched as she struggled to resist her orgasm. There was no need for it, though. It was inevitable.

I would bring her to bliss, and it wouldn’t be the last time. I intended to take care of her for the rest of my life. She’d never need to worry about anything, anymore.

“C’mon, doll,” I urged her, “Come on me. I want my suit to smell like your juices, c’mon.” She came with a scream as she squirted her orgasm all over me.

“Hmm…” I hummed around my fingers as I raised them to my lips, desperate to taste her. “Such a good girl… I can’t wait to breed you, honey.”

Rubbing my beard against her neck, I whispered my last confession, “Can’t wait to have you forever.”

#my fics #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #smut #tw dubcon #ceo au #boss au #bucky barnes reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes reader inserts

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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Got Ink? | Their reaction to you having tattoos | Mavel HC P.1

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Part 2 here

Hints of nsfw, but not that explicit. Profanity

To say Loki was surprised was an understatement. You had never really shown a lot of skin around him, even before officially becoming a couple—preferring to wear long sleeves and sweaters to combat the New York weather.

It was shortly after you two began dating that the God discovered you had a taste for inking your skin in various artwork. Most of your back was covered, and several smaller tattoos were scattered on your arms and legs. The day he found out was a day the AC in the tower had gone out and it had been a particularly warmer day in the city, so you were dressed in a tank top and pair of shorts.

Loki was rendered speechless when you walked in the room, eyes immediately trailing over the different colors and patterns decorating your skin. The man soon stands and stalks toward you— making you confused by the sudden movement. His hands find your shoulders, thumbs brushing along the raised ink. “What is it?”

He couldn’t help but look over you with curious eyes. “I had no idea you had a taste for this peculiar art form, Y/N.” Catching onto his drift, you laugh lightly. “Well you know they say when you get one and then two, soon you find yourself becoming addicted.”

“It’s magnificent,” he says in wonder. “They’re beautiful.” Needless to say, Loki’s favorite pass time because tracing over your tattoos when you cuddled at his request that you wear tanks and shorts more often. And the God was very looking forward to the day he got to see what else lied underneath where his eyes couldn’t see.

Remember our mans here is from the 40s where people with a lot of tattoos were seen as odd and associated with negative things. The man is in for a culture shock, having to get used to the fact it wasn’t like that for the present time.

When he first meets you in clothing showing off your fully covered arm sleeves, it was when you were both at Avengers tower and Steve had brought Bucky to the gym to train and you just so happened to be there sparing with Natasha. His attention is drawn to you right away, seeing how the colors coating your arms reflected under the light and Bucky is both intrigued and captivated by the artwork. You both were friends and often went on missions together, but you were always covered in your tactical gear.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find the tattoos—and you especially, attractive.

He tries to focus on sparring Steve, but he gets distracted from time to time—attention trailing back to where you were. After awhile Natasha and you concluded your session, and he could see you packing up your stuff by your locker. Steve calls for a break around the same time so Bucky takes the opportunity to approach you.

“Oh hey, Bucky?” You greet with a smile. “H-hey.” His voice has a hint of nervousness which makes you raise a brow. “I couldn’t help but notice your sleeves.” His words make you look down at your arms, realizing it was the first time he’s seen them.

“Oh, yeah,” you hummed. “I didn’t realize you hadn’t seen them before.” The conversation soon flows between you two about your tattoos with Bucky asking if they hurt, were you planning to get more, and anything else that relates. When you ask if he ever plans on getting one, the man felt a wave of confidence in him.

“Only if you go with me—I might need someone to hold my hand.” And you do just that, because one week later your first date with the former Winter Soldier happens to take place in a tattoo shop with your hand in his.

You and the Baron were not exactly friends when he discovers the hidden secret adorning your body. It had been when Bucky and Sam recruited you to help them with their little super soldier issue—and you were not looking forward to having to dress in a revealing outfit and act like Zemo’s eye candy for the evening.

“Are you ready yet, Y/N? We need to get going?” Sam calls out from the other side of the curtain separating you from the others. You zip up the remaining zipper to secure the material around your body and slip your feet into the shoes. “I’m coming—,” you mutter, flinging the curtain back and stepping out. “It better not be fucking cold outside.”

Bucky and Sam have no reaction to seeing the ink on your body, having known for awhile you possessed a lot of tattoos. Hell they even would go with you to the parlor on various occasions. Zemo, however, had a reaction—and that was nearly dropping his champagne glass, caught off guard by your appearance.

Brown eyes trailed over your figure, capturing the picture to memory. Your neck had small tattoos— a few peeking from behind your ears. Your collarbones and shoulders leading down to your elbows and from the area where your side was exposed, Zemo could see even more detail adorning the skin. Your calves and ankles were painted in black and grey ink.

Seeing his reaction, you felt heat fill your veins making you narrow your eyes at the Baron. “Something the matter, Baron. Never seen a person with tattoos before?” All through the night you would feel his gaze on you, even when the moment didn’t call for it and you didn’t know whether to feel offended or flattered by the attention.

It wasn’t until you were several drinks in at Sharon’s that you felt the air shift and Zemo was more forward with his silent attraction. “Forgive me if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable with my constant staring, Y/N. But you are quiet a delightful sight.” You didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking, but seeing the way your tattoos made Zemo react gave you a sense of power, and you danced closer to him to whisper in his ear. “Behave for the rest of the night and I might let you see the ones in more discreet areas, Baron.”

He behaved for more than just that one night.

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Part 2 coming soon

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mochie85 · 2 years

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You Should See Me In A Crown (part 2)

Chapter 3 of my Mayari series.

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Summary: Will Mayari and the team get back to the Tower alive? Has she found her voice? A/N: This entire series is inspired by songs. The complete playlist could be found here on Spotify. Word Count: Over 3.4k Warnings: Action sequence, implied torture. Fluff, angst, Art by: "Stellar Skies" by Anastasia Berry, "Winter Soldier" by HZ Designs, Sarah Lal Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“LOKI! BEHIND YOU!” you yelled. Just then a bullet was shot and landed on Loki’s shoulder. The bullet would’ve gone through his chest if he hadn’t turned around to see what you were talking about.

He collapsed down to his knees, shocked. But it didn’t knock him down for long. The pain was starting to become bearable. It’s almost gone. You ran to him, trying to catch his fall. Sweet thing, he thought.

Suddenly, you were surrounded by men in tactical gear with large rifles. You helped Loki stand up. He didn’t need the help, but he couldn’t let go of you regardless. He needed to protect you. This is getting aggravating. All four of you were back-to-back, watching the assailants. You extended your arms, and your daggers materialized in your hands. Just then, shots were fired from up above. Redwing had come in and shot multiple rounds, encircling the four of you.

You took this cue to run to the car. The rest of the team following you. All four of you jumped in, as Wilson started the ignition. To your surprise, Ilia Sidorov was still sitting there. The clamor and the noise working him up into a frenzy.

You all had made it to the freeway before you noticed Redwing landing on the roof of the SUV. “FRIDAY, inform Agent Hill of an ambush on our previous location. Cargo is still secure. Continuing our route,” Wilson ordered.

“FRIDAY?! Oh my god, I’m with the Avengers. Oh Shit. Oh god. Please…” Ilia started begging. Loki quickly held his dagger up to the base of Sidirov’s ear silencing him.

“If you don’t shut your mouth. I’ll cut this off! HE might be an Avenger, but I’m not. I was hired to keep you in line by whatever means necessary. You don’t need two ears to listen, do you?” He feigned menacingly. The stress of being shot and now having to sit next to the captive was infuriating him.

You turned around from the front passenger seat, “Are you ok? Should we treat your wound?” you signed to Loki.

“I’m fine.” He said rather angrily. The pain must be getting to him. He started taking off his jacket to better assess the injury. Bucky handed him some rolled bandages and some alcohol from a first aid kit he found in the back. Loki used his seidr to locate where the bullet was in his shoulder and help move it along to the surface of his skin. He dug his fingers inside and pried the bullet out.

As soon as the bullet was out, he applied pressure on it from the rolled bandage to stop the bleeding, while you poured alcohol on top making him wince. With the remaining bandage, you rolled it around his shoulder and under his arms.

“RIRI! GET BACK! GET BACK!” Sam pushed you to the back seat. Swerving as he narrowly missed a sharp projectile taking out the side mirror. You sat curled up in the back seat on Loki’s lap. He had pulled you to the back when he saw what looked like a pole arm directed towards you. Sam swerved again trying to correct the course of the car and avoid the oncoming vehicle that had launched the attack.

Loki groaned at the sudden pain of pulling you into the safety of the back seat. You looked him in the eye with an apologetic frown and mouthed 'sorry.'

You looked up at the back window and watched as the dark SUV made a sharp, screeching U-turn to follow you. A gunman had popped out of the passenger-side window with a rifle.

Before he started shooting, you yelled, “GET DOWN!” You held Loki’s head down, and Ilia’s, pushing them further down into the seat. Bucky followed suit. You had covered Loki’s head with your body, trying to protect him. A barrage of bullets went flying past you.

The car veered off the road. “SAM!?” Bucky yelled. Sam had already ducked down, barely seeing the road ahead.

“I’m ok!” yelled Sam trying to drive back on the road. The back windshield had been taken out, shards of glass littering the roadway. The barrage of bullets had stopped momentarily, giving you all time to get up and assess the situation.

“It is not nice TO SHOOT PEOPLE!” you yelled. You crawled over the back seat and onto the trunk space. You tapped your heart twice spawning your armor around you. You crawled out the back windshield and yelled at Sam to keep driving. You used the momentum of the car to launch yourself at the attackers.

Midair, you had called your daggers and used them as stakes, embedding yourself onto their vehicle. The driver pointed his handgun at you, emptying his round, as he shot at you to get off his hood. You dodged the bullets, as you crawled and staked your way to the roof of the vehicle.

“Holy Shit!” Bucky yelled.

“Go! Barnes. Help her.” Loki instructed. Bucky crawled to the trunk and took out a rifle. He started shooting the tires which caused the van you were on to swerve uncontrollably. You had to hold tightly to your daggers, hoping they won’t come loose and throw you off.

Loki reached out and used his seidr to steady you on top of the roof. Feeling secure, you reached into the gunman’s side as he cocked his head out the window. You picked him up by the gruff of his neck and threw him out. You took over the empty seat and tried to overtake the driver.

A fistfight ensued that ended with a gunshot to his head courtesy of the sniper skills of The Winter Soldier. You kicked him out and continued to drive the vehicle to catch up with the others.

After a few miles of driving without incident, Sam signaled for you to pull over. You both stopped at a dirt road with trees lining either side of the street. Sam and Bucky rummaged through the enemy vehicle, trying to find anything worth saving or taking back. It was decided to abandon it for concern that it might have a homing device. Not to mention the two shot tires. “Speaking of homing devices, how are they able to find us? In the restaurant? On the road?” Wilson asked.

“He must have something,” Loki said pointing to Ilia.

“He was padded down, according to Agent Woo. Whatever he has, it’s inside him. It will take surgery to get rid of whatever he has in his body. We are not equipped to do that right now. Our best bet is to get to the tower quickly,” Barnes answered.

“But then they’ll know who took him if we lead them to the tower. Our element of surprise will be blown.” Wilson argued.

“They already know he’s been compromised. Why else were we attacked?” Loki said.

“Yes, but they don’t know it was us, The Avengers. For all they know, we could be a rival gang or something.” Wilson declared.

“Barnes where did they keep the tracking device on you when you were under their control? Just point my dagger in the right direction and I can cut it out,” Loki said with a wicked grin.

“Now hold on Dexter Morgan. We are not cutting people up right now,” Wilson cried. “And is no one going to say anything about RiRi talking?!” Sam pointed to you, and you looked up at him surprised. Shocked colored your face at the realization. “It is not nice to shoot people!” He mimicked you, laughing.

“Oh. My. Word.” Gasp. “Oh gods, I did it again.” A shaken laugh was bubbling from the tip of your tongue. Your hands covered your mouth in amazement. Shaking in disbelief. The other three looked at you with smiles and pride on their faces. Sam went to hug you and so did Bucky. “It was just the heat of the moment, you know?! I don’t know what came over me. What else have I said? I think I told you to keep driving. My voice kinda hurts. Oh no, now I can’t stop talking. I saw that shooter behind you Loki and I had to get your attention or…or…Is it getting hot in here!?” You started shaking uncontrollably, fanning yourself for air.

“Breathe Mayari. This is shock. Your body is overwhelmed. You haven’t had to do this in a while.” Sam held both your shoulders. You looked into his eyes, following his breathing pattern. In. Inhale. Out. Exhale.

One… Two…

You didn’t want to think about what would have happened if the shooter had found his intended mark.

Just then, radio static came in from the enemy SUV, turning everyone’s attention. “We got to keep moving. Who knows who else is keeping watch?” As soon as Sam said that five helicopters came in from the sky. How did you not hear them coming?

Five men repelled down from each helicopter, surrounding the four of you. Sam put on his EXO-7 Falcon suit. Bucky tightened and loosed his metal fist, rotating his arm to get it ready for battle. Loki, in a puff of green smoke, changed into battle armor. You had extended your arms to wield your twin daggers. “What is up with these men? Why is this Sidirov so important?” Sam wondered.

“Oh boy,” you said slightly frightened as the men surrounded you four. You started your advance on the enemy first. You threw your dagger straight into the bullet hole of one of their rifles. Both eyes glowing.

“Bite my tongue, bide my time. Wearing a warning sign. Wait till the world is mine. Visions I vandalize Cold in my kingdom size Fell for these ocean eyes.”

You started as a whisper but slowly your voice grew strong and loud. Everyone who heard you turned to you, stunned into place. They got closer to you wanting to hear more of your voice. Those who heard you were compelled to protect you and the three Avengers next to you.

“You should see me in a crown. I’m gonna run this nothing town. Watch me make ‘em bow One by one by one One by one.”

Those who heard you turned on their fellow henchmen and started fighting and shooting. “Makes it a little even now, don’t you think?” you asked no one in particular.

“You two stay down here. Sam and I will get to the choppers,” Bucky instructed you and Loki. Sam wasted no time in grabbing Bucky’s hand to lift him and fly him to the closest helicopter. Some of the henchmen followed Loki protecting his back as he attacked the rest of the men who weren’t affected by your voice.

“You should see me in a crown. Your silence is my favorite sound. Watch me make ‘em bow. One by one by one One by one by one.”

Her voice was like hearing a spring birdsong after a long winter. It promised warmth and comfort. It buried itself deep into my heart where I heard her compulsion to protect her, to protect the other two Avengers, and to protect myself. She is clever. She is dangerous. She is lovely. She is divine.

Loki watched as you fought your way through groups of enemies, not relying on your voice alone. You had made good use of your daggers and when one or both were occupied, buried deep in someone’s backside, you had used the canes to deliver concussions to anyone thoughtless enough to stand in your way.

Some of the men who were compelled to protect you were regaining their minds back. But you quickly remedied that by rendering them unconscious, or worse. If he didn’t know any better, Loki could’ve sworn he saw a bright round halo glowing behind your head. The shape similar to a crescent moon.

You were magnificent.

Loki took care of his own set of opponents and quickly dispatched them, wanting to get to you. To be near you. The compulsion must still be with me.

After what seemed like a long battle, the fight had settled. Four of the five helicopters crashed onto the ground making large plumes of smoke and debris behind the neighboring trees. The last helicopter landed purposely in front of the two of you. Barnes opened the door and surveyed the damage that the two of you had wreaked. “Remind me, never to piss off the gods.” He yelled to Wilson. He motioned for the two of you to get on as he pushed out the body that you assumed was the pilot. Loki got into the SUV to retrieve Sidirov, while you collected some personal belongings and some of the gear and weapons.

The three of you boarded the chopper. The spy was carried over Loki’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Are we just gonna leave a mess like that? And what about the rest of our gear, or the car?” You asked surveying the damage on the road.

“There’s a clean-up crew that comes. Very Men-in-Black,” Sam answered. “We need to get back to the tower and traveling by road is not safe anymore. I already informed Agent Hill. We’re going to rendezvous at the helicarrier. Once we drop off Sidirov, they’ll take care of whatever homing device he might have in his body then we can head home in one of their aircrafts and deposit him to one of our holding cells.”

It was a short ride to the helicarrier. At first, you thought it was a tall building with a long airstrip for landing planes and whatnot. What it really was, is much more impressive. A floating city behind a mist of clouds. Large turbines on either side help carry it afloat. Numerous buildings surrounded the airstrip that was laid down in the middle. Sam landed the helicopter on a landing pad located on top of one of the buildings. As soon as you landed, men were surrounding the chopper offering help and escorting Sidorov off the plane.

“Gentlemen, and lady. Welcome to helicarrier Iliad. My name is Maria Hill,” she lifted her hand out to you and shook it.

“Hi, Ms. Hill. It’s nice to meet you.” She looked at you with a slight shock.

“Forgive me. Fury said that you couldn’t speak.”

“Yes. A breakthrough. Please don’t inform the others. I’d like to tell Stark myself,” you asked, and Agent Hill nodded. Sidorov was being escorted past you, screaming and squirming.

“It will take most of the night to figure out what tracker he has and how to safely remove it. You are all welcome to spend the night here. It is getting late.” Just then an officer showed up.

“Captain Hill, you’re needed at the brig.” Captain Hill nodded. “I’ll see you around,” she said turning back to you.

“Please find the Avengers accommodations to sleep for the night.” She instructed as she turned and left. You followed the officer into one of the buildings. It was a narrow hallway with numbered doors on either side. He led you to the last room on the left. A fair-sized room with two bunk beds on either side of the wall and a desk at the end of each bunk. It felt like a college dormitory in there. “Two doors down are the bathrooms and next to that is the communal mess hall.” He said leaving without hesitation.

“Uh. Wait a minute.” You yelled. Everyone looked at you, and you shriveled at the attention. “Never mind.” It’s time to be a big girl now, Mayari. You’re an Avenger. You just fought off a horde of trained men with rifles. You can handle sleeping in the same room with three men. Bucky and Sam were playing rock, paper, scissors again to see who gets the top bunk.“Top or bottom, Loki?” you whispered to him.

He looked at you with that grin of his. The one you started to like, “I can do both. However, I’m too exhausted.” His grin faltered slightly. So, you both just settled at the lower bunks each, giving up the top bunks to both soldiers.

“Oh, looks like we both won,” Bucky said noticing the two of you nestle on the bottom beds. You tapped your heart twice and your regular clothes came back. “Thank you for your jacket, Bucky.” You said as you took it off and handed it to him.

“You’re welcome, doll.” He climbed to the top of Loki’s bunk and settled in, using his jacket as extra support with his pillow. You took off your boots and climbed under the blankets. The last thing you saw before falling deep asleep was Loki. His eyes sparkling from the bunk across from you. You signed “good night,” and closed your eyes.

So close. Yet, not close enough. He watched you fall asleep, enthralled with all the little movements or the noises that you would make. Your silver hair flowing on top of your head like you were underwater.

“You both got it so bad!” Wilson said from atop the bunk. He nodded to both Loki and Barnes, chuckling. “Like you've never seen a girl sleep before.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Sam.” Barnes had said. Loki just turned to his other side in response.

Some hours later, Loki was still awake. It’s hard to fall asleep in a strange place, plus the incessant snoring from the soldiers kept sleep away from him. It’s still dark out, but the sun will rise soon. Maybe I’ll just sleep when I get back to my own chambers. This mission took a lot more effort than he thought.

Shortly after, he heard rustling coming from your side of the room. Your movement sounded like you were getting out of bed. You put on your boots and headed out the door. Where are you going? After listening for snores from both the soldiers, he decided to follow you.

He found you in the mess hall with a blanket wrapped around you, watching the people tend to the planes outside the window. Loki grabbed the carafe of coffee, pouring two cups. He stood next to you, offering the second cup. You took the other cup from him encircling your fingers over your coffee, making him catch his breath. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“You know, I was just going over what happened in my mind,” you continued. He watched you silently. Finally able to enjoy your voice. “Five years. Five Years Loki. I thought I would never get my voice back. I would answer to people and not a single sound would come out of my mouth.”

“But I’ve heard you laugh before.”

“Ya. I should’ve known. I was in such denial. I didn’t want to…I didn’t want to hurt anybody again. And I guess, if I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t hurt anyone. Even if by accident. When I saw that gunman aiming for you at the restaurant, I couldn’t get to you fast enough, so I called out your name. I didn’t want to think what could’ve happened if I hadn’t warned you in time.”

The sun had risen, sunlight coming in through the window and enveloping you in its warmth. It took away your moonlight. Your hair had gone dark again, your tattoos had disappeared with the kiss of the light and your eyes had returned to their soft brown. It was as if the sheet of light had been removed from the statue that was you, revealing your form.

“I am honored that the first word you said in the last five years…was my name, goddess. You saved me a lot of trouble and pain, possibly my life. Thank you.”

Your emotions got the best of you. You put your coffee down and you hugged him tightly. Small tears leave your eyes. Loki put his coffee down wrapping both arms around you letting you cry. The anxiety you’ve endured finally leaving your body. Accepting the fact that you can move on. You stayed like that for a while longer, watching the sunrise above the buildings. You broke the hug first, running your hands through your hair and wiping your tears. Loki missed your warmth around his arms.

“Stark! That son of a bitch. He was right.” You said, both of you laughing. Loki stared at the wonder of you. This isn’t good. Loki realized. I’ve only known her for two weeks. Surely, I can’t have feelings for her. It must be her call. It must still be working on me. I must stay away from her. Eventually, the compulsion would be lifted.

⬅️ Chapter 3: You Should See Me In a Crown (part 1) | Chapter 4: Wildest Dreams➡️

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thatfanficstuff · 3 years

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Comfort Me - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warning: angst, mentions of death

A/N: This started so fluffy and then...I don't know what happened. Not opposed to a Part 2 to this one if people want one but it was getting long. Part of Celebration Summer. Prompt is Person A is upset. Only Person B can calm them.

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It was the strangest thing. When you were in the field or on mission, the team had seen you jump to your feet and take out two Hydra agents from a sound sleep. But when you were home, when there was no danger, you woke so damn slow. You’d shuffle out of your room and into the kitchen. Someone would slip a mug of coffee into your hand while you found someone to snuggle with. You’d wrap an arm around their waist and they’d put one around your shoulders and just let you lean into them.

Of course, you were a cuddler anyway. Always leaning against someone during movie night or sitting on the floor between someone’s legs during conversations. You just had a need to be touching someone. And the funny thing was, no one seemed to mind. Even the red-headed assassin had been known to throw an arm around your shoulders and tug you into her side. And Bruce was a common cuddle buddy on movie night.

Then Bucky moved into the tower and you had to learn to curb some of your natural tendencies. After all, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. He was already jumpy and reserved. Who knew what unexpected cuddles would do to him? When he first moved in, it wasn’t hard. But the more you got to know him and spend time with him, the more you had to remind yourself to keep your distance. And if for some reason you forgot and stood a little too close, Steve was right there to remind you Bucky wasn’t like everyone else. That he needed space.

You’d just returned from a week-long mission and you were exhausted despite the ten hours of sleep you’d gotten. The fatigue settled in your bones, in your brain, but if you slept any longer it would throw off your sleep schedule for days. So, you pulled on some sweats and a tank along with your slippers and made your way to the kitchen. Your arms were crossed as you walked with eyes half-open.

“Hey,” Steve greeted as you came into the room. It was followed by various other acknowledgements of your presence. You hadn’t seen most of the team when you came in the night before. You nodded and gave a grunt in response.

A low chuckle came from your left as someone placed a hot cup of coffee in your hand. “Ooo…thank you,” you said, almost giddy. You leaned into the body closest to you and were immediately turned so you were leaning back to their front. A heavy arm looped around your waist and you closed your eyes as you let them have more of your weight.

As you took a long sip of your coffee, you realized the room was utterly quiet. You opened your eyes to find Tony looking between you and your cuddle partner. Tilting your head back, you were surprised to find Sgt. Barnes’ blue eyes shining down at you. You tried to straighten, to pull away from him and his hold only tightened. He leaned down, placing his lips against your ear. “Stay.”

Well, if he was happy with you there, you certainly weren’t going to argue. You settled back against him with a content sigh and sipped your coffee. Everyone went back to what they’d been doing and a moment later, Steve appeared in front of you. He laid a hand on your arm and tried to pull you toward him. Bucky’s hold tightened.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s let Buck finish his breakfast, huh?” Cap said and you frowned.

“She’s fine where she is,” Bucky said before taking a drink of his coffee. He didn’t even look at Steve, just focused on his breakfast.

Steve ran his gaze between the two of you a moment longer before stepping back. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

And from that moment on, Bucky was your primary cuddle buddy. It had never occurred to any of you that the former Winter Soldier might need the pleasant touch of another human being as much as you did. The more time he spent with you snuggled against his side, the more relaxed he seemed to be. He was also spending more time with everyone else and less in his room.

The problem came when you realized that your cuddles with Buck meant more to you than your snuggling with anyone else. That you sought him out instead of it just being a habit. That there were feelings involved. God, you were stupid sometimes.

So, you started to distance yourself from him. Nothing too abrupt. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings after all. He hadn’t done anything wrong. And when you curled up with Steve or Bruce instead of him, you did your best to ignore the longing that crept up.

It wasn’t long before Bucky started distancing himself from you as well and you pretended that it wasn’t killing just a piece of your heart. If the others noticed they didn’t comment. At least not until the night you sat alone at the bar at one of Tony’s parties. “So, what’s up with you and Barnes?” Sam asked as he leaned next to you.

You glanced at him as you took a sip of your drink. “Nothing.”

He hummed and arched a brow. “Sorry. I’m not buying it. A month ago, you two wouldn’t stop touching each other. If you were in a room together you were snuggling. Hell, the rest of us were trying not to complain about not getting to cuddle anymore. Now, you’re on opposite sides of the room.”

You bit at the inside of your lip. “I didn’t think anyone noticed.”

Sam huffed a laugh and signaled the bartender for another drink for both of you. “We all noticed. Trust me. So, what’s the story? Talk to me.”

You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to admit your feelings to anyone else or not.

Sensing your hesitancy, Sam gave you one of his sweet smiles. “Come on. I won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

“I like Bucky.”

“Yeah, so?”

You shook your head. “No. Like I really like him. A lot.”

He laughed. “Yeah, sweetheart, I know. We all do. It’s kind of obvious.”

A nauseating sense of humiliation rolled through you and you dropped your head into your hands. “It is? Does he know?”

“Probably not. He hasn’t been around you long enough to pick up the changes in your behavior,” Sam assured you.

You heaved a sigh of relief and looked at him.

“So, you’re avoiding him because you like him? Not because he did something to piss you off?”

You shook your head. “He didn’t do anything.”

“Shit. I owe Steve twenty bucks,” he muttered.

They bet on anything and everything. You rolled your eyes. “Nice. You guys suck.”

Sam shrugged. “You should talk to him. He’s upset that you’re avoiding him.”

That wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t mean to upset Bucky. You’d been kind of hoping he wouldn’t notice your absence at all. So much for that plan. Your phone buzzed before you could respond to Sam. Pulling it out, you frowned when you saw your dad was calling you.

You’d just talked to him a couple of days ago and he never called this late. “I’ll be back,” you said absently to Sam as you answered the phone. After telling your dad to hang on, you went out to the balcony so you could hear him.

“What’s up?” you said once you’d made it to the relative peace outside.

Your name broke coming from your dad’s lips. Fear instantly gripped your insides. You wanted to prompt him to tell you what was wrong. What had happened, but you were terrified. You didn’t want him to say another word, to tell you whatever it was that had broken him this way. He sniffed then said your name again.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“It’s your sister.”

And before he could even tell you what happened you were sobbing. But you managed to listen as he told you how she’d never come home the night before. How he confessed to not being worried. She was like this sometimes. You all knew that. And, as she liked to remind you all, she was an adult even if she didn’t act like it. Then an hour ago, the Sheriff had shown up at the door.

Your baby sister was found in a ditch beside a back country road, bruised and bloody. Not robbed. No, her purse was right there with her. You registered your father telling you they would know more after the autopsy. The Sheriff was working on it, he said. You told him you loved him and you’d be home soon. He said goodbye as he had more people to call.

The phone fell from your hand as you turned to head back inside. You’d stepped out of both heels by the time you reached the door. The noise around you seemed muffled as it filtered to you. Your eyes skipped along the crowd looking for that familiar head of dark hair. He was the only one that you wanted to see right now. The only one that had a possibility of making you feel better.

You were aware of people saying your name, but you didn’t stop to see who they were. Didn’t acknowledge that you’d even heard them. A hand on your arm stopped you, turned you to face your favorite red-headed assassin. Her brow furrowed as she scanned your face. “Are you okay?”

Feeling nauseous, you swallowed and clenched your teeth. “I…” Realizing you couldn’t possibly get through an explanation at the moment, you trailed off. You shook your head and tears began to run down your cheeks. “Bucky.”

The worry was evident in her gaze, but she didn’t question you. Instead, she pulled you into her side and draped an arm around your shoulders. “Yeah. Let’s go find Bucky.”

She led you to the seating area your group tended to congregate in during Tony’s parties. They were laughing and teasing each other as the two of you joined them.

“Bucky,” Nat said to get his attention.

“Yeah?” he asked as he turned to you. His smile fell the instant he spotted you. “Shit.” He hopped to his feet and pulled you from her hold to draw you into his chest. Your arms wrapped around him as you quietly sobbed, knowing he’d take care of you. He swept you up in his arms and carried you the two steps to the couch.

He sat and settled you in his lap. One arm stayed wrapped around your waist, the other hand laid on the back of your head. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. I found her this way. The only thing I could get out of her was your name.”

They began to talk around you and you tuned them out, clutching onto Bucky like a lifeline. He made shushing noises as he rubbed your back. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, pouring your grief out. Finally, you collected yourself enough to turn your face from his chest. Sniffing, you wiped at your cheeks. A box of tissues appeared in your line of sight and you took them gratefully. Once you’d blown your nose and wiped away the remnants of your tears, you realized you were surrounded by your friends.

The lights were up, the music was off and everyone else was gone. Your gaze found Tony. “Didn’t mean to ruin the party.”

He frowned. “Yeah, because that’s what I’m worried about right now. The party.”

“Whiskey or coffee?” Rhodey asked. You turned to the sound of his voice and found him standing nearby. His dark eyes studied you.

“Boozy hot chocolate,” Bucky answered for you, his chest rumbling beneath you.

“On it,” Nat yelled from the kitchen.

You tilted your head to look at Bucky suddenly very aware of the fact you were still on his lap. He smiled when your gaze met his but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Hey.” Your voice sounded rough and you cleared your throat.

His mouth twisted into a small smile. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Nat handed you a mug and you sipped the hot beverage. Rich chocolate mixed with liquor slid down your throat and warmed your belly bringing a sense of artificial comfort with it.

“I found your stuff outside,” Clint said gesturing to your phone and shoes on the coffee table. You gave him a nod of thanks.

You started to slide from Bucky’s lap but his hands on your hips stopped you. He leaned into you. “You can move if you want, doll, but don’t feel you have to. I’m quite happy with you right where you are.” His lips brushed your ear as he spoke and a shiver ran up your spine.

You took him at his word and leaned back into his chest. Your gaze ran over your friends again. They all had worried eyes glued to you, but not one of them was pressing you for an explanation. Ultimately, perhaps that’s what got you talking.

Your eyes found Sam. “It was my dad. On the phone.”

He nodded as if encouraging you to continue.

“Mel…Mel’s dead.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, willing the tears to go with it. Everyone looked kind of stunned as they’d all met your sister on multiple occasions when she flew in to visit.

“Who’s Mel, sweetheart?” Bucky asked quietly as he was the only one that hadn’t met her.

“Melissa’s her little sister,” Nat answered for you. “What happened?”

Your eyes widened as you looked up to the ceiling trying to hold back the tears. Some still escaped to run down your cheeks but not the flood you’d been fearing. “Um…they don’t know exactly. They found her in a ditch.”

“Oh, god.” Nat’s reaction seemed to sum things up pretty damn well.

Bucky’s hold on your hips tightened, but you didn’t mind in the least. It grounded you. Gave you something to focus on. You turned your attention to Tony finding him glued to his phone. “Can you get me a flight home?”

He shot you a sad smile. “I’m already taking care of everything, sweetheart. When do you want to leave?”

You ran a hand down your face. “I should try to get some sleep. Morning will be fine.”

He nodded. “We’re taking the quinjet. We can leave thirty minutes after you decide you’re ready to go.”

Your brow furrowed. “We?”

His gaze softened. “You didn’t think I’d let you go on your own, did you?”

And you were crying again. That’s exactly what you’d thought actually. That you’d have to deal with your grief and your bizarre family dynamics alone. Knowing that someone was coming with you gave you such a sense of relief. And Tony would be 100% focused on you, which you were certain was just what you would need to get through the next few days.

“Here.” A plate of party snacks appeared in front of you. “You need to eat.” Steve’s gaze moved between you and Bucky, clearly worrying about both of you.

You wanted to argue, but you knew he was right. Not eating would only make your headache worse. You took the plate from him with a whisper of thanks and began to eat as you zoned out to thoughts of your sister.

“What do you think, doll?” Bucky asked, drawing you back to the present.

You jerked your head back to look at him. “Sorry. I wasn’t listening.”

“No worries. Where do you want to sleep tonight?” When you just blinked at him, he smiled. “Nat offered to let you stay with her. Actually, everyone offered to let you stay with them. Or you can stay in your room alone or with someone else. We’re here for you. Whatever you need.”

“I…” You took a breath and swallowed your fear. “Can I stay with you? Would that be okay?”

His smile softened. “That’s just fine, doll.”

You finished your hot chocolate and your food and someone took the dishes away. Bucky sat you on your feet so he could get up then immediately swept you up in his arms. Normally you’d protest, but there was nothing normal about this day.

The hum of conversation drifted to you as he carried you to the elevator but you ignored it for the most part. “Thanks for taking care of me,” you told Bucky as you rode to his floor.

“Always.”

You were surprised to find Bruce waiting for you outside Bucky’s door. He held up syringe. “It’s a mild sedative. I thought maybe you could use the help.”

“Thanks.” You held out an arm. Bruce cleaned a patch of skin before injecting you.

“It should start working in about fifteen minutes or so. Sleep well.”

Bucky thanked him as well and the doctor nodded as he headed toward the elevator. Bucky carried you into his room and sat you on the bed. You glanced around. You’d been in his room before, but it had been awhile. Everything looked pretty much the same. He handed you a t-shirt and you frowned at it.

He rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed. “I can go get something from your room for you to sleep in. I just thought this would be easier.”

You clutched it to your chest. “No. This is fine. I’m just a little out of it. I’m sorry.”

He ran his fingers down the side of your face. “No need to be sorry, doll. I’ll step out in the hall. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

You changed quickly and ducked in the bathroom to get ready for bed. When you finished you opened the bedroom door to find Buck leaning against the wall across from you. He smiled but you didn’t miss his gaze run over you. Your face warmed in spite of yourself.

Once the two of you were settled in the bed with the lights out, you laid on your back staring at the ceiling. You yawned as Bruce’s sedative started working. “It wasn’t you,” you said disturbing the quiet of the room.

“What wasn’t me?” Confusion laced his tone.

“Me distancing myself from you. It wasn’t anything you did,” you explained.

“We don’t have to talk about this right now.”

“No. We do. You deserve an explanation after I’ve been so clingy with you.” You bit your lip then took a fortifying breath. “I cuddle with everyone and it doesn’t mean anything. Not really. But with you, it did.”

Silence stretched. “Why didn’t you say something?” he finally asked.

“I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same. And I didn’t want to make things awkward.” You yawned again.

Bucky let out a low chuckle. “Guess I should have admitted to my crush earlier, huh?”

That made you smile. A little happiness in the darkness. You’d take it. Another yawn. “Guess so,” you agreed as you turned to curl into his side.

His arm wrapped around your waist.

“Would you come home with me?” you asked after another minute. “You don’t have to. I’d just like to have you there.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Already planned on it, sweetheart.”

***

A hand on your shoulder gently shook you awake the next morning. You blinked your eyes open to find Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed smiling down at you. “Morning, doll.”

“What time is it?” you groaned.

“9:30. Figured you’d want to be getting on the way.”

You nodded and sat up, leaning against the headboard. You ran a hand down your face before stretching as you tried to wake up.

“I brought you coffee.” Bucky gestured at the mug on the nightstand beside you.

“Fantastic,” you muttered as your eyes drifted shut. You weren’t going back to sleep but your eyes burned from all the crying the night before.

He stood and you heard him move around the room. “Nat brought you some clothes. She also packed your bag for the trip.”

Your best friend was a literal angel. The thought brought a smile to your face.

“So, breakfast. Do you want to eat here or do you want me to put something together to eat on the plane?”

You tossed the blankets aside and swung your legs off the bed so you were sitting on the edge. “Option two please.” You took a long swallow of your coffee.

By the time you got yourself ready, Bucky met you at the door of his room with a to go cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich. He kissed your temple. “Our things are already on the jet. Let’s go.”

When you stepped onto the plane, your steps stuttered then stopped. Your vision blurred with a new set of tears as you took in the fact that all of your friends were on the plane. None of them willing to let you go through the coming days without them.

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infernal-fire · 3 years

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Just The Benefits (1/2)

Pairings: dark!Steve x you

Warnings: smut, slight overstimulation, dark!Steve, dark!Nomad!Steve

Later in the series: noncon, breeding kink, slight degradation kink, slight praise kink, mentioned dark!Tony, dark!Bucky

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Summary: Y/N wanted the benefits and nothing more. That was the agreement… right? Steve decides it’s not enough.

Word Count: 1600

A/N: This is my first ever fic! I’m really hoping you’ll enjoy this but I also appreciate all feedback <3 I’m planning a second instalment for the fic, which will be longer than this one. I’m out here pretending like someone is going to read this.

Nomad!Steve is the most attractive Steve and you can talk to a wall if you disagree.

(This GIF does not belong to me)

It was convenient. The idea of no strings attached was that it was always supposed to be easy and mutually beneficial. You were enjoying the life of an Avenger and there’s no need to add anything to the mix.

That’s how you found yourself under Steve’s mercy every week. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything for him but right now, all you could think about was making sure you didn’t tap out from his girth.

You were bent over his king-size bed, stuffed full of his cock. He cooed praises into your ears and took on a languid pace. He pressed your head down with one arm, wiping your tears on the sheets, wrapping the other around your waist. His cock was moving in and out of you like a piston, making a squelching noise that your loud moaning drowned out.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to speed up” he moaned, and you whimpered in response. His speed had you lurching forward on every thrust, the room reverberating with the sound of skin slapping.

His cock repeatedly battered your cervix, which was becoming more sensitive by the second. You cried out as your eyes crossed and your muscles went limp, the crashing waves of your orgasm possessing you.

“That’s it, baby, cream my cock. I’m so close.” his grunts filled your ears as he leaned over you. The hand that was holding your head made its way to your neck and he pulled you up flush against him while the other hand began toying with your engorged clit. You were full-on crying from the overstimulation now; he hadn’t slowed down since you came. You were on your tippy-toes, trying to alleviate the pressure on your abused cunt.

After a few more thrusts, he pushed in one last time and squeezed your body before giving you some experimental thrusts. He pulled out and held your almost-passed-out frame by the hips and lifted you onto the bed.

“Jesus Y/N was I too rough?” You weakly shook your head as you closed your eyes and held his hand. He tucked you into his sheets, tossed the condom across the room and rounded the bed, settling beside you.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you mumbled.

He paused as if he were pondering what he was going to say. In reality, he began taking in your naked, tired form that looked unreal yet ethereal on his bed. With your back to Steve, you had no idea he was feasting on the sight in front of him.

“What is it?” the slight raspiness of your voice alluded to your exhaustion.

“I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore.”

You turned around to face him and propped yourself up on your elbow. The surprise of his statement was overriding your body’s pleas to sleep.

“Did I… do something?” You were honestly unsure of what to say.

He paused again. “It’s not enough for me. I know we came into this saying no strings attached but I care way too much for you.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. Steve took your silence as a cue to continue.

“I think I love you. No, I-I know I love you. I want the whole thing with you, not just sex. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just sex. You know, I had feelings for you before you agreed to this. I had a feeling you might not say yes to a serious relationship so I proposed this arrangement.”

His speech initially started with uncertainty but as he spoke, he became sure of himself. He was sure you would agree. You two were perfect together and there was no denying it in Steve’s mind.

You got out of bed and began rummaging through the clothes strewn on the ground.

“I cannot believe you asked me to do this with your feelings involved. That was very manipulative and…” you trailed off. Did you want this? No. He messed with you. You affirmed it to yourself and picked up the rest of your clothes. “You were manipulative and this isn’t going to happen anymore. I told you I didn’t want a relationship to cloud my judgement with my missions.”

“Where are you going?” he began getting out bed, panic slightly evident in his voice.

You weren’t going to cry. But you were slightly hurt that he had a hidden agenda and that you were too stupid to not notice it. You turned to leave before he gripped your forearm.

“I know you’re angry, but you want this too.” He towered over you. The unexpected calm in his voice was unsettling.

“You’re scaring me, please let go.” He let you break out of his hold.

“FRIDAY, lock my doors and don’t open unless I say so,” he commanded.

He was beginning to chip at your resolve but you were determined to not show it. You glared at him again instead.

“FRIDAY, contact Tony and tell him Cap locked me in his room.”

He stared at you and stared back. Under the façade of toughness, you were crumbling and scared out of your mind. You didn’t want to stay and find out why he locked the door. What could he do when the entire team would question your whereabouts the next day?

The seconds stretched on before he finally spoke again. “You’re making a mistake. You want this.”

“Tony has overridden your request, Steve. Y/N, the door is now unlocked.” FRIDAY called out.

You turned and speed-walked out of the room, not turning back to look at Steve who was now lowly chuckling to himself.

He wondered if you really thought this was the end of this conversation.

You turned to your missions to help you cope with the loss of one of your best friendships. You give men a little bit of space in your life and they think you owe them the world. Worst of all, you should’ve seen this coming. Little touches, smiles that always reached his eyes and hugs that lasted a little longer they should. Not mentioning walking you to your room after training, making your breakfast and taking special care of you after a particularly difficult mission. You were truly a fool for not realizing it sooner.

Everyone is scared of something, even the Avengers. For you, it was this new side of Steve. You weren’t even sure how to act around him anymore. The relationship was on the low and not many people knew about it; Bucky knew for sure, and now, Tony must have an idea as well. Tony didn’t ask you why Cap locked you in your room. That should have been the first red flag that your teammates weren’t on your side.

You proceeded as if things were normal around Steve and he did too. There was no reason not to, right? He just acted out because of the rejection, you thought to yourself.

All the Avengers sitting down for dinner was a rare occurrence, but this particular Friday, there was a crowd in the dining room of the compound.

You were happy today. Your paperwork had been a breeze and you had a good weekend planned for yourself. Around the table, Tony, Rhodey, Thor were bickering, Clint and Nat were silently observing while Steve and Bucky were engrossed in a private conversation of their own.

“After dinner, we should play a game” Sam piped up through a mouthful. Clint snickered to himself and Sam continued.

“I’m serious, we should play truth or dare… something like that. I barely know anything about you guys, minus things like your favourite way to take a target out.”

“I think it should stay that way” Nat slightly grinned and continued eating.

“Honestly, I agree, I feel like I know nothing about you guys,” you commented, wiping your mouth and clearing your empty plate. Tony grabbed it for you and made his way to the sink. “I wasn’t aware that we were in high school. But tell you what; hide and seek would be interesting with this crowd.” Tony contemplated before finishing his thought: “Barnes and Romanoff should try to find us. That would be a kicker.”

“That sounds a lot better than truth or dare. I’m game” Nat said before getting and stretching. Bucky quietly chuckled and everyone began to clean up the table.

“So this is really happening?” Rhodey laughed as everyone made their way to the living room.

Bucky and Nat stood in front of everyone and negotiated rules. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how blessed you were to be a part of something so amazing.

“Okay then, 5 minutes to hide and 30 minutes to be found. If you’re found you have to do their paperwork for a week.” Clint finalized and everyone nodded.

“Alright, off you go,” Nat said before settling into a couch, observing everyone that scrambled off.

Thor looked lost, unsure where to go. He rarely stayed at the compound. You pointed him in the direction of the gym before racing past and making your way to your spot. There was a supply closet that you had a feeling Nat wouldn’t bother checking. Bucky knew of it, but you had a back-up escape route in mind if he decided to look there. You got to the closet and silently slipped in before sliding the door closed and settling into the corner. After a few minutes, you heard light footsteps that became louder. It hadn’t been 5 minutes yet. Whoever was coming to your spot, you were prepared to tell them to buzz off before the closet door opened to reveal Steve.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Part 2

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Tagging some people I want to be friends with 🥺

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Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable- Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol use, minor male objectification, mind reading, no Bucky in this section; sorry!

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: Sgt. Barnes got a new arm (there's a Lt. Dan joke in there, somewhere)!

A/N: Weirdly, this is one of the first scenes I wrote for this story. I loved the idea of all the women sitting around, drinking, and talking about how hot they thought Bucky was, while Dear Reader tried so hard to convince them that they're only friends; it really built the base of the story in my mind. I ended up cutting it down significantly, but the overall feel of the scene remains the same. Enjoy!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!) @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21

Since there were only four women who lived full-time at the Tower (you, former KGB assassin-turned SHIELD spy-turned Avenger, Natasha Romanoff, Tony's long-time romantic partner and Stark Industries CEO Pepper Potts, and, most recently, Sokovian witch Wanda Maximoff), you all made an effort to get together once a month for a Girl's Night, to relax, catch up, and just spend time in each other's company.

"So, what is going on between you and Barnes," Natasha asked when you explained why you needed to cut out early tonight.

You looked at her, confused. "There's nothing going on between me and Barnes," you told her. "We're just friends, Natty."

"You and I are 'just friends,' Pocket, and you don't see me with my hands all over you, 24/7," Nat smirked.

"No one's stopping you, Natasha." With a wink, you grabbed her hand and put it on your boob. She gave it a quick squeeze, but then said:

"Seriously, he's all over you like government money on a bad idea."

You shrugged. "He just likes physical touch, that's all. It's, like, his love language or something."

"I'll bet it is," Pepper said coyly, taking a sip of wine from her oversize glass. Girl's Nights always came with a few bottles of Tony's finest vintage. "Can’t say I’ve seen him touching Steve like that, though. Then again, who can say what those two get up to behind closed locker room doors?"

"Pepper!" Wanda swatted at her, pretending to be scandalized. "I'm sure if Pocket says there's nothing going on between her and Bucky, there's nothing going on." She shot you a wicked look. "Of course, I could always read her mind to get the truth out of her."

Nat clapped, delighted. "Oh my God, yes! Please do it, Wanda! Get all of Pocket's dirty little secrets!" All three of the women turned to look at you with hopeful expressions.

"Go ahead," you told Wanda dismissively. "I've got nothing to hide where Bucky's concerned."

The Scarlet Witch did a little shimmy of excitement. "Oh, yay! No one ever willingly lets me look into their heads," she said. "This'll be good practice! And I promise," she added, solemnly, "I’ll only look at your memories of Bucky, nothing else." Her fingertips began to glow red as she raised her hands to your temples. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it was like a warm buzzing sensation ran through your brain. It felt really--

"Fucking cool," you muttered.

"There's another dollar in the jar," Pepper joked, causing you to stick your tongue out at her.

"Boo," said Wanda, pulling back after a moment. "She's telling the truth. Nothing's going on between them. They're just disgustingly best friend-y. They're just sleeping together."

"I knew it!" Nat shouted in triumph.

"No, I mean, they actually just sleep together. No sex. Just some light cuddling," Wanda clarified. "Not even an occasional groping."

Nat and Pepper groaned in unison.

"Well, that's disappointing," Nat said, throwing back a good sized mouthful of wine.

"She does still have that leather jacket of yours, Nat," Wanda added, giving you a wink.

Natasha feigned outrage. "You thief! You said you lost it!"

"I thought I lost it," you amended, giving Wanda a dirty look. "I just found it the other day when I was unpacking my go-bag. I'll get it back to you."

Nat gave you a skeptical glare. "I'll believe it when I see it, but back to you and Barnes," she said.

"I don't know why you all care so much," you lamented, refilling your own glass. "Pep, you and Wanda have your own relationships we could be talking about, and Nat, you never tell us what's going on between you and Bruce-- I have to hear everything second-hand from Clint, which you know is so weird-- so I'm not sure why I have to be the focus of attention."

"Okay, first of all," Wanda said, "I adore Vision with all of my heart, but Bucky Barnes? Oof. I'd let that man do unspeakable things to my body."

"Wanda!" The three of you stared at the normally reserved Sokovian with open mouths.

"What?" She shrugged, a tinge of pink creeping up her cheeks. "He's gorgeous. It's an objective fact."

You shook your head, trying to wrap your brain around what she just said. You knew Bucky was handsome; you'd known from the first moment you saw him, but as your friendship had blossomed, you had sort of... stopped paying attention to it? Who he was as a person had become far more important to you than what he looked like. Sure, there were moments when you would be reminded of just how attractive he was, but they always hit you like a ton of bricks because you never focused on it for very long, so it seemed so easy to forget and just see him as Bucky, your best friend-- kind, funny, smart, loyal Bucky.

"And he's just gotten better looking the longer he's been here," Nat added. "I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of him, either, Pocket, if I wasn't afraid he'd rip my arms off for trying."

You rolled your eyes at your friend, but she was right-- Bucky had gotten so much better the longer he'd been at the Tower, but that was because he was taking care of himself. He was getting more sleep, so his eyes had lost their dark circles and their sunken, hollow look. He'd been eating better and had put on some weight-- all of it muscle, broadening his shoulders and thickening his thighs. He'd cut his hair short and shaved his beard, leaving just a hint of stubble.

"What are you smiling at?" Pepper teased, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh. Just thinking about how much better Bucky's been doing since he got some stability in his life and people who care about his well being. While you all sit here objectifying a senior citizen prisoner of war like he's a piece of meat," you teased. "What are you, men?"

"Wow," said Nat with a laugh, "way to make us feel like assholes." You just smiled and sipped your wine.

"If the butt plugs fit..." Natasha picked up a couch pillow and threw it at you. You were able to dodge it easily, so you knew the assassin hadn't been actually trying to hit you, though you did have to carefully balance your wineglass to prevent it from spilling all over the couch.

"Ladies," Pepper warned. It wasn't the first time your banter would have devolved into an expensive dry cleaning bill.

"Sorry, Mom," You and Nat sang in unison, wicked grins on your faces.

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Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Enhanced!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 2]

Summary: You can teach an old dog new tricks, but it’s going to cost you.

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus One -- Twins

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; pregnancy; multiple pregnancy; Bucky attends therapy sessions; physical violence against a pregnant woman (accidentally, by a villain); child abduction; foul language; Enhanced!Reader; Avenger!Reader; Tony & Reader friendship; Sharon & Reader friendship; Sam & Steve Friendship; Bucky & Reader Friendship; Steve & Bucky friendship; Avengers Tower; Bucky spent time with Red Room)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Female!Reader; Steve/Sharon; Tony/Pepper

Tag List: @imaginesfire

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Chapter 2: Finding Out

Of course, after that night Bucky didn’t go off on any long, foreign assignments. He stayed close to home and never left you for more than a few hours at a time. Such a development normally would have thrilled you. You liked working alongside him. The trouble was, this time you had an important task to carry out that you couldn’t do if there was even the slightest chance he might walk in on you taking care of it.

Five weeks had passed since his return from Russia and already time was running out. What started as only suspicion on your part turned into more than that after you spent much of the morning vomiting into the toilet. Only now that it was 9:30 did you feel well enough to sit out in the kitchen and look at the dry toast your husband had made you.

“Are you sure you’re going to be all right alone?” he asked as he leaned over the counter to move a lock of hair stuck to your damp forehead.

“Yes, Bucky. I’m sure. Go on. Promise I’ll still be alive and kicking when you get back from your appointment,” you answered.

He didn’t move. “Eat some toast.”

“But—”

“I’m not going anywhere until I know you’ve got something in your stomach.”

When he crossed his arms over his chest like that, you knew he meant business. Your insides roiled at the thought of so much as touching your breakfast, but what choice did you have? Just so Bucky knew you weren’t at all pleased with his ultimatum, you locked eyes with him as you nibbled as little as possible from a single corner of a bread slice. Then you lifted your eyebrows as though to say better?

“I don’t know. Maybe I should take you to see a doctor,” he said doubtfully.

“For God’s sake, Bucky, go to therapy!” You already felt like those crumbs might come right back up. If he saw that, he’d never leave. “I probably just ate something bad out of that takeout we had for dinner last night. You’ve been waiting for this appointment for days. Go.”

Just to further ease his mind, you crammed half the remaining piece of toast into your mouth. You regretted doing so immediately. It seemed to do the trick, though, as he finally smiled before he came over to kiss your cheek.

“Okay. But if you feel worse at all, you have to call me.”

“Or I could tell JARVIS to tell someone who isn’t in the middle of a psychiatry session.”

“No, you’ll call me,” he said seriously. His eyes roved across your face. One last kiss, and he was headed out the door. “Lay down. Drink lots of fluids. Don’t forget to—”

Thankfully the door closed and cut off the rest of his incessant reminders. You knew his paranoia stemmed from all those years of trying to keep a very ill Steve alive, but for Heaven’s sake! There was nothing to worry about. At least, nothing in the realm of what Bucky was worried about.

Speaking of, you needed to move. His appointment would only last a couple of hours at most.

You hopped off your stool with every intention of getting started—only to be interrupted by another heady wave of nausea. Once you’d relieved yourself of breakfast (and rinsed all its remains down the kitchen sink), you finally had the chance to dig that pregnancy test out from where you’d hidden it earlier that week. Bucky was such a neat freak that it required a lot of burying to ensure he wouldn’t find it before you were ready. Not that you felt any more ready now than you had when you bought the blasted thing.

It was positive.

You sat on the toilet staring at the stick for what felt like ages. Your heart pounded wildly in your ears. The test was wrong. You couldn’t be pregnant. Could you?

You grabbed your second test and took it, too. It said the exact same thing. Anxiety crept coldly up your spine. So you’d been right: all that throwing up was not from food poisoning, but from morning sickness. Pregnant. You were pregnant.

Both tests were thrown unceremoniously into the garbage. Who cared if Bucky looked under the sink and found them now? He was going to find out sooner or later. What would happen then, you didn’t want to think about. He’d been doing so well for so long, and now his wife was going to ruin all of his progress.

You were out of the bathroom in a flash, out of your assigned floor and up the hundreds of stairs that led to someone else’s. Thank God your feet knew where they were going, because you were too frantic to care. The word pregnant beat an endless tattoo against your skull. A familiar door appearing before you as if from thin air was all that brought your rush to a sudden halt.

“Steve!” you shouted, banging on that door. “Steve, open up. I gotta talk to you. Come on, Steve!”

No one came to let you in. Was he on a mission? Usually he took Sam and Natasha and Bucky on any he deemed important. Bucky hadn’t mentioned going anywhere but a few blocks down the street. A solo run on Steve’s part wasn’t entirely out of the question, though. You’d been a little too preoccupied to pay attention during his briefings lately. But if he wasn’t home, what were you going to do?

While all these thoughts whirled through your mind, you kept on knocking. Solid metal hit your knuckle again and again—until suddenly, that metal disappeared and your bashed your hand right into something warm enough to be a person.

“Can we help you?” asked a female voice.

You blinked and found two people standing in the now-open doorway: Steve and his longtime girlfriend, Sharon Carter. The latter’s hair looked unusually mussed and the former was definitely wearing his shirt backward. Heat crept up the back of your neck. That Steve might just be busy with his own romantic affairs had not occurred to you.

“I’m sorry,” you said weakly. “I’ll be leaving now.”

Two paces hadn’t taken you back to the stairs before Steve stopped you with a question: “[Name]. What’s the matter?”

“You look really freaked out,” Sharon added.

“Forget it. I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys,” you said, still backing away. “I just, uh…took a test today with some surprising results. Nothing to worry about. I’ll be fine.”

They exchanged knowing looks. Then Steve stepped away from the door. “Maybe you should come inside.”

While he slipped off to fix his clothes at Sharon’s insistence, she made tea. Steve was more of a coffee guy, so you knew her choice was more about you and what you’d just sort of revealed to them. Were you really so obvious? Apparently.

“So,” Steve said once he returned and settled on the sofa next to Sharon, “why don’t you tell us a little more about this test.”

Your hand shook so hard that you had to put down your untouched tea. Might as well bite the bullet since they already knew. Their knowing didn’t make your confession any easier.

“I’m pregnant,” you said, before adding in a rush, “and I know Bucky doesn’t want kids. We talked about it, but…”

“Have you told him?” Sharon asked.

You shook your head. “I just found out. He’s going to be so upset.”

“Maybe he’ll be excited—”

Steve cut her off by giving her knee a gentle squeeze. His grim expression didn’t ease any of your nerves. “Did Bucky tell you about the records we found in Russia?”

“No. What were they?”

“If he hasn’t told you, it’s not my place to say.”

“Steve—” Sharon started.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he told you, and he sounded it. “You’re going to have to tell him the truth.”

You could see no other option yourself. Sneaking off and “taking care” of the problem yourself wasn’t your style, and if Bucky found out, he’d only be angrier at you for hiding something. A little bit rich, considering he was hiding something from you, but a baby was a little different than what was probably some further proof of the horrendous abuse he had suffered long before you even met.

“Maybe Sharon’s right. Maybe Buck will be excited,” Steve said.

“You’re a crummy liar, Steve.”

Dejected, you stood from the couch and headed back toward the door. Your full cup of tea stayed behind. Now that you had gotten over the adrenaline rush from your revelation, your stomach had returned to its previous state of nausea.

“[Name],” Steve called, and you turned to see him gazing at you with typical earnesty. “You should tell him. He deserves to know, and he’d never hurt you.”

“I know.”

Bucky hurting you was the farthest thing from your mind. Nor had you considered any chance of his hurting his unborn child. No, you hurting Bucky was all that you could think about.

You left Sharon and Steve with your heart sunk all the way to your toes. Whatever you’d hoped to gain from talking to him—hope, courage, enthusiasm, whatever—you had not received it. Now all that was left was to wait for your husband to come home, and that was no cheerier a prospect than it had been before.

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An Unfortunate Predicament - Part 2

I was overwhelmed by the sheer number of likes on my last post, and so I was inspired to continue yesterday's fic and write a part 2... The ideas flow while I'm writing the lead-in portion, and then I get to the tickling part and my brain goes ----does not compute---- and short circuits, so... hopefully this turned out ok!

Part one is here

Word count: 2300

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You weren’t sure if he actually expected that you would willingly come down to greet the Avengers when they arrived home that evening, just so that you could keep your end of the deal. Regardless, you weren’t dumb enough to come out of your room when you finally heard the commotion that was your teammates entering the tower (mostly because Thor’s boisterous voice echoed in every corner of the building.) Just to be on the safe side, you remained in your room for the rest of the evening, scrolling through your phone and watching some TV to keep yourself entertained.

The following morning, you awoke to your stomach growling so loudly you thought Wanda could probably hear it through the wall in her room next door. Having hidden away for the entire evening, you realized you hadn’t eaten an actual meal last night, having only munched on some chips you had stashed away in your desk for when you got hungry while you worked. Reluctantly, you knew you would have to actually exit your room if you wanted to get some breakfast.

Besides – he must have forgotten by now, right?

… Of course not, you remembered. Loki doesn’t forget when someone crossed him, and he certainly didn’t forgive either.

Despite your knowing it was probably a very bad idea, you slipped on your softest pair of socks in hopes they would help muffle your footsteps before pressing your ear to the door, trying to hear whether there was anyone talking or shuffling about outside. Satisfied when you were met only with silence, you gradually cracked the door open and peeking cautiously out into the hallway.

Empty. Perfect.

As quickly as you could while still ensuring your every step was soundless, you tiptoed your way to the kitchen down the hall, pausing at the doorway to listen for any signs of movement. Nothing. Perfect. You leaned forward and peeked around the door frame, your weight shifted to the balls of your feet in case you needed to make a quick exit. Your eyes scanned the room from corner to corner, even glancing under the table and at the cabinet doors to assess for anything that might indicate someone was hiding in there.

Ok, so maybe you were a little paranoid.

Seeing nothing out of place, no cabinet doors cracked ajar or anything, you let out a breath and stepped into the room. You reached the fridge and opened the door slowly so as not to allow it to make that suction noise it always did. Someone had stolen the last yogurt cup apparently. Slightly annoyed, you scanned the fridge trying to decide what you wanted instead. You settled on a bowl of cereal, grabbing the bottle of milk and turning around to get the cereal box out of the cabinet.

“Eep!”

Heart leaping into your throat, you let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a squeak when you found yourself face to face with none other than the god of mischief himself, his face mere inches away from yours. In your shock, your fingers slipped from around the handle of the milk bottle. It would have exploded all over the floor had Loki not reached out and caught it with his cat-like reflexes before it hit the ground. He leaned toward you to place the milk bottle on the counter directly behind you, boxing you in with your back against the countertop.

“You didn’t show up to the common room last night.” He had a deep, menacing edge to his tone as he made this simple observation, his narrowed eyes and wide smirk only reinforcing the fact that you were in deep trouble.

Fight or flight instinct took over, and you rapidly ducked under his arm and started to sprint away from the trickster. Unfortunately, he had predicted this move, his hand latching onto your upper arm before you could even take two steps.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Ahah… well, you see, I have a really important assignment I have to get done, and I just came down here to grab some breakfast to take back to my room while I work, and…”

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” he chuckled.

“… yes?” you replied, your voice increasing an octave with nervousness. Loki shook his head, giving you a pitying look.

“Darling, I am the god of lies and mischief. I know a lie when I hear one.” You tried to jerk your arm abruptly out of his grasp in hopes it would catch him off guard, but he merely tightened his grip on your bicep. “I do believe we have some unfinished business, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Really? Because I thought we were done with that, actually…” you stammered, frantically scanning the room for some way to escape. Your eyes darted back to Loki, catching his gaze as he realized what you were doing.

“Sorry, but there’s no way out of this,” he declared. In one fluid motion, Loki had scooped you up off the floor into his arms, holding fast despite your kicking and squirming. You hadn’t realized you could become any more flustered around the god, but he had proven you wrong just now, your face burning hot. He started to make his way out of the kitchen, careful not to slam your head into the doorframe as he carried you out into the hallway.

“Loki! Put me down this instant!” you demanded, kicking your legs to try to throw him off balance.

“Hmm… no, actually, I don’t think I will,” he teased, tossing you up just the slightest bit so he could gain a better grip on you.

“Where are you taking me, then?” you growled. You could hear faintly the voices of the other Avengers in the common area, growing slightly louder as Loki continued to stroll along with you still captive in his grasp. “Really? You’re still going to make me announce that you’re ‘the superior prankster’ to the team? Don’t you think that’s sort of lame?”

“No, darling. I have more effective methods of humiliating you.” His eyes flitted down to glance at your face, his smirk expanding across his.

Was it possible to die from blushing so hard?

When Loki had finally reached the opening to the common room, the rest of the team glanced up at the two of you with immediate expressions of confusion.

“Good morning, lady Y/N! Why is my brother carrying you? Are you injured?” Thor asked, genuinely concerned.

“No! He’s holding me prisoner! Help!” you cried, starting to squirm again to try to get him to put you down. Tired of having to keep hiking you up to keep from dropping you, Loki finally lowered your legs so you could plant your feet on the floor. He wrapped an arm around you tightly, pinning you to his side so you couldn’t run off.

“Is that true, Loki?” Thor inquired, squinting at him.

“I just thought you’d like her to be here when I inform you all that I found her on the ropes course yesterday,” Loki announced. To your confusion, the entire team let out groans of frustration.

“What the hell?! We’ve been trying to decide who was going to make you try it with all of us! You never wanted to join in!” Peter complained. You raised your eyebrows in shock.

“Wait, what? Why are we changing the subject, here?? Do none of you care that he is holding me captive??” you protested.

“Sorry, Y/N, but this is unforgivable,” Tony sighed with mock disappointment, shooting you a mischievous wink. “The ropes course is a team-building activity. There’s no ‘I’ in team.”

“But… what… ugh. You guys are unbelievable,” you groaned, shaking your head.

“Don’t worry – that’s not all I learned about our devious little mortal yesterday,” Loki began. You immediately tensed up, heart pounding impossibly faster, although you weren’t sure if it was because of what you knew was coming next or because you were mortified to find you actually liked the unusual pet name he just used to refer to you.

“Oh really? Do tell,” Bucky urged, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees in anticipation.

“You see…” Loki reached over and grasped your wrists, yanking your arms behind your back so he could hold both wrists with just one hand. You looked up at him and bit your lip, shaking your head rapidly in desperate, silent protest. He merely grinned, wiggling the fingers of his free hand in the air at you to taunt you even further. You had to fight to keep yourself from allowing anticipatory giggles to slip out. “… our little friend, here, is devastatingly ticklish.”

Without further ado, Loki’s hand darted down to your side, squeezing rapidly as laughter immediately began pouring from your mouth. You twisted your upper body in hopes you could break his hold, but you quickly realized there was no escaping the vice grip he had on your wrists. Defeated, and weakened from laughter, your knees buckled, and you slowly sank to the floor. Loki only followed you down, finally letting go of your wrists in favor of freeing his other hand up to torment you. He moved his hands to your belly, scratching at it in the most maddeningly light and rapid way, eliciting a shriek from you.

“Oh, no way! She really is ticklish!” Peter exclaimed over your laughter.

“Damn. She’s worse than this kid,” Tony observed, patting Peter on the shoulder as he blushed and glared at his mentor.

“WHY AREN’T YOU HELPING MEHEHE!” you shouted, throwing your friends a betrayed look.

“Sorry, Y/N, but you’re just too damn adorable to make him stop,” Bucky apologized, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Meanwhile, Loki had pressed one of his shins down on both your legs, leaning on you to hold you down as his fingers traveled up to your sides. He drilled his thumbs into the front of your lowermost ribs, digging his fingers into the sides of your ribcage simultaneously. You supposed you should have known that someone with his mischievous title would be good at tickling, but the way his fingertips sought out every single one of your weak spots was causing you to slowly slip into madness.

“Why don’t you try her knees?” Wanda suggested with a smirk.

“Wanda!! Why are you helping hiHIHIHIM!” your voice pitched up an octave as Loki began to pinch the soft skin just above your kneecap, sending ticklish shocks up your leg.

“Thank you for the suggestion,” Loki said casually, removing his shin from your legs so he could reach around and flutter his fingers against the backs of your knees. Without his weight on you, you were free to kick your legs and squirm to try to escape. If you accidentally kicked Loki in the process, well, that was just an added bonus. At least, you thought so, until he wrapped his fingers around one of your ankles and dragged a finger down the sole of your socked foot to test your reaction.

“NOHOHO LOKI STAHAHAP!” you pleaded, jerking your leg wildly without success. Loki shot you a positively evil smile before lightly scratching five fingers up and down the bottom of your foot. You covered your face with your hands to hide the fact that you had never felt shyer and more embarrassed in your life, muffling your laughter behind your palms.

“Aww, lady Y/N, there’s no need to hide!” Thor insisted, kneeling down beside you and pulling your hands off your face.

“Ah, brother! Why don’t you help me hold her down? She is making this increasingly difficult,” Loki suggested, moving back up to torment your ribs again.

“Certainly, brother!” Thor obliged, tightening his grip on your wrists, and pinning them above your head. You shot him the biggest glare you could possibly muster in your frazzled state.

“THOR! That’s BETRAYAL!” you exclaimed. “What the h-“ Loki started to scribble his fingers into the soft skin under your arms and the remainder of your sentence died in your mouth, your body shaking in silent laughter. At long last, Loki finally took this as his cue to let up, tracing feather-light fingers along your sides to keep you giggling.

“What an unfortunate weakness you have. So easy to exploit,” he teased. Your blush spread down to your neck and up to the tips of your ears. Luckily, Thor let go of your wrists so you could cover your face again, doing anything in your power not to see the arrogant look of victory on Loki’s face.

“Whyhyhy Loki?” you groaned as he finally stopped torturing you. You immediately rolled onto your side and curled up in a ball, rubbing the residual ticklish tingles off your sides.

“Well, darling, I had to make a statement… Don’t mess with the god of mischief,” he warned, referring back to the prank you’d pulled when you hid his books.

“U-understood,” you acknowledged firmly, your breathing finally returning to normal.

“Well – that was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. My day is made,” Tony teased, reaching down to pat you on the shoulder and causing you to flinch away involuntarily. “Relax, kid! You clearly need a break, I’m not that mean!”

“Sorry… reflex,” you mumbled. Loki stood and offered you a hand to help you up off the floor, which you took after a moment’s hesitation. “You… better not do that again, or I’ll… I’ll… punch you.”

“Really, darling? That was the weakest threat you’ve ever made,” he snickered. "Clearly you're losing your touch." Throwing your hands up in frustration, you turned around to walk back to your room, suddenly realizing you were still in your pajamas. “And I can’t make any guarantees,” he called after you, “so you’d better behave yourself!” You turned around and stuck your tongue out at him, eliciting a laugh, before you turned down the hallway and made your way to your bedroom door.

Note to self, you thought – Loki doesn’t do mercy.

#loki tickle #loki x reader #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #tickle fic #tickle fluff #part 2!#I'm so happy so many of you enjoyed reading part one!#also I have an idea for another fic #might write it later this week…

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Stealth Mission Part 2

A/N I finished the request, queued it up ready, and then was hit with inspiration. Since the other one is already 1611 words, I thought I would just make a part 2.

Also,

Y/n - Your name

Y/n/n - Your nickname

Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Word Count: 1636

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Y/n was going out of his mind. He had woken up in the medical bay after their last mission, totally confused. It had been a long time since he had been so seriously injured on a mission.

He went back through his memories looking for clues. He knew he had been on a mission with his team, but something had gone wrong. They had been found out and then it got hazy. The only thing he remembered with absolute clarity was getting stabbed in the side.

Y/n felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. He must have been captured. But if that was true, why would they have healed him. Surely they wouldn't have bothered if they didn't have to. If they had needed to heal him, maybe they needed something from him. He must have been right when he thought earlier that they wanted information. You can't get information out of a dead man after all.

Y/n swallowed heavily. If he had been captured, and he couldn't get himself out then that would be the only way to stop them from getting what they wanted from him.

'Better to save that for when it becomes necessary.'

He glanced around to get his bearings and his eyes landed on the medical gear attached to him. That would have to go, but then someone would be alerted to his escape by the monitors changing.

Y/n felt his heart speed up in anticipation. He swore loudly as he realized that his escape was probably already compromised. He had been laying here awake for a few minutes and he knew that your vitals change when you are awake.

He ripped the IV out and pulled all the other unnamed wires and cords away from the machines. That might buy him a few minutes.

He bolted up and to the door, but just as he reached out for the handle he heard a loud click. He tried it anyway.

Yep, locked.

He spun on his heel and took in the room he was in. There, a window. His captors must be pretty sure he wouldn't wake up if they were stupid enough to put him into a room with a window big enough to escape through.

"Woah, slow your roll there Y/n/n."

The voice made Y/n spin around, but there was no-one there. He felt disoriented. The world was starting to spin again. He stumbled back from the window, he hadn't even realized he had made his way over to it, when had that happened?

When Y/n looked back up someone was in the room with him.

He stumbled back a step in surprise and cried out when he realized he had moved into someone else.

The walls were closing in now and he knew he had missed his chance to escape unnoticed.

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Bucky was mad. He had been assured that there was no way that Y/n would wake up just because he had left his room for long enough to grab a quick shower and a bite to eat. He hadn't even eaten the food, planning to bring it back to the room that Y/n was still unconscious in.

He was on his way back to the room when the alarms began to go off in the tower. It didn't take long for the voice of Stark's latest AI to start talking to him.

"Mr Barnes, might I suggest you make your way back to Y/n's room? He is awake and seemingly unaware of his situation."

Bucky didn't bother responding, just dropped his food where he had been standing and sprinted for his boyfriends temporary room.

He reefed the door open and stepped in just in time to see his boyfriend spin toward him. He looked past Y/n to see Clint in the room already, standing near Y/n's bed.

Bucky stepped forward to help, but this apparently was too much for Y/n, and he swayed dangerously before loosing consciousness once again.

Bucky barely managed to catch his boyfriend before he hit the floor.

He carefully lifted Y/n up onto his bed and tucked him on once again. Then he turned to Clint for answers.

He was very aware that he was more Winter Soldier that Bucky Barnes at that moment, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The most important person in his life was once again laying unconscious on a bed in the medical bay, and it was Clint who was supposed to be watching him.

Clint swallowed obviously and held his hands up in surrender.

"I swear man, I didn't do anything. He woke up and I don't think he could hear or even see me. I was sitting there the whole time and it was like he didn't even register it."

Bucky glared frostily at him, jaw clenching tightly.

He took in a deep breath, then another. He couldn't bring himself to start yelling in your room, but he damn well wanted to.

"Maybe you should go get someone from medical to fix that." He ordered pointing at the broken machines.

Clint was out of Y/n's room before he had finished speaking.

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The next time Y/n woke up there was a familiar face leaning from near by before he even had his eyes open properly.

"Hey"

Words were a thing right? It felt like words should be a thing that he knew how to use.

The familiar person handed him a glass of water and held on as he sipped it.

It didn't take long for Y/n's head to clear enough to recognize his boyfriends face.

He sighed and leaned back against his pillows, feeling like he had slept for the last century and like it still wasn't enough.

"Hey, just take it easy. You weren't really all here the last few times you've woken up. Just take your time."

"Ugh, what century is it?"

Bucky's low rumble of a laugh rolled over Y/n and he felt something relax inside. He knew he would be alright now that he was back with Bucky.

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Y/n was going out of his mind. He had been on bed rest for the last week after he was well enough to leave the medical bay, and Bucky had taken that to mean that he needed waiting on hand and foot. Every time he tried to move at all, he got an attentive look from his adoring boyfriend.

"Do you need something? Should I get you something to eat?"

It was very sweet, and Y/n had been soaking up all the love that his big fluffy boyfriend had to offer, but it was starting to get old.

He was now at the stage where his body needed to start moving more, so that he could start working through the stiffness and build himself back up to where he had been before.

Unfortunately, Bucky didn't agree with him. Y/n was sure that he had been enjoying spending so much time with him and do things for him, but he was done now.

"Bucky, Doctor Cho agrees with me. It's time to start moving around more myself, or I'm going to lose these muscles that you seem so fond of. Besides, I need to start working through the weakness that stabbing caused. It's a liability out there, you know that."

That got him those dang puppy dog eyes that were the absolute worst. He must have learned them from somewhere, but for the life of him Y/n couldn't picture any of their friends ever making a face like that.

He shut his eyes and faced the ceiling instead.

"That isn't going to work this time. I've given you a full extra day, but now I need to start doing these things for myself again."

Better to keep it to himself that at some point he was going to have to go back to sparring with the others and all kinds of more dangerous things than simply getting his own food. They both already knew, but rubbing it in Bucky's face was probably not the smartest move in trying to win this argument.

Y/n was met with silence. He just knew that if he opened his eyes his boyfriend was going to be right in front of him, eyes bigger than ever.

He held out for a full two minutes more before peeking an eye open.

He was right. Bucky was standing right in front of him, but he wasn't pulling puppy dog eyes at him anymore. He had the softest smile on his face as he took in Y/n's antics.

Y/n opened both eyes fully and looked his boyfriend full in the face. Was he okay?

He went to ask him a question, but was met with a soft kiss. It was just a light brush of lips, but it caught Y/n by surprise. He melted into Bucky as he pulled him into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I know. This job that we do is dangerous, but it's something that neither of us would give up. It's a part of us, individually, but also together. I just worry. If something happened to you and I never got to see you again, I just hate that thought."

Y/n snuggled closer.

"I love you, you know that? I wouldn't choose to leave you if I had the choice."

Bucky was silent for a second and Y/n hoped he had read that right. It was the first time either of them had said anything like that, but what Bucky had said had sounded like a confession of love as much as the words themselves would have been.

Y/n looked up and was met with the biggest smile he had ever seen on Bucky's face.

"I love you too."

Neither of them were able to stop smiling enough to kiss properly, but that didn't stop them.

#Bucky Barnes x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #male reader #bucky barnes #Stealth Mission #Part 2

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lozzypoz321 · 3 years

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Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in so long!!! But I am quite surprised that my current 200 followers (wow) haven’t unfollowed by now but this is my 200 celebration fic even though I’m a bit late- also I’m sorry if this sucks I just haven’t written in ages! Please bare with me! Kindly proofread by @canadianhufflepuffavenger 💗

Warnings: angst, past break up

Your real dad

Steve tightened his grip around your draw-string bag that he had convinced you to part ways with, as you, him and your mother made your way into the tower. He was dreading the reunion with Bucky after not seeing the team for about 2 weeks. You were practically bouncing on your feet to see your real dad. While Steve was there watching you treat your dad like a hero but not even spare him a glance.

Your family relationship was complicated yet simple at the same time: you hated your mom but tolerated her, loved your dad with all your heart, hated your stepdad as much as he tried, treated Peter like your brother and Thor exactly like your uncle.

Why did you hate your stepdad so much?

Well, first of all, he pretended like he was your real dad and tried to do all of the things with you that you and Bucky did together. Second, he always stole all your moms attention and made you feel like you were alone (whether he meant it or not)

The elevator door dinged, indicating that the three of you had reached your floor where currently Bucky, Thor, Tony, Natasha and Sam were hanging out, waiting for your “family”. The others were in the kitchen, trying to get a sneak taste of the food that had been ordered.

“Dad!” You yelled and raced up to the super soldier, he broke out into a grin and picked you up off the ground to invade you into a bone-breakinghug. “Hiya doll face.”

You grinned back at him and got down from his arms briefly to run across the room to retrieve your drawstring back so you could show your dad your new spiderman action figure that had been bought by your cousin Peter.

“Look! Look!”

He smirked slightly at your excited demeanour as you held up the toy as high as you could while jumping up and down for him to see. Once he’d figured out who the character was, you had already gone running off to see what Wanda and Vision had baked in one of the many kitchens.

“Hey Buck” Steve acknowledged as friendly as he could, it wasn’t that the two ‘friends’ hated each other, but there was definitely some tension in the room as the two sat parallel. Tony cleared his throat and mentioned something about having a cough as he quickly left the room.

“I better see where he got off to” Natasha and your mother said at exactly the same time, not wanting to experience what they thought was about to go down.

“Hi Steve” the older soldier greeted back, not sure what the intentions of the conversation were exactly. In the tower, the history between both soldiers and your mother was known but not really spoke of- Bucky dated your mother for quite a while (almost four entire years), and got her pregnant with you, but- as everybody was sure to know- all good things must come to an end- and the two broke up on good terms. That was before Steve Rogers himself got involved at a certain billionaire’s party when they realized they were (and this is in your mother's words) “meant for each other.”

“I’m erm, here to speak to you about something.” As if the awkwardness present in the room was no longer enough before, by now it was almost too much. Thor and Sam took the most obvious hint and left the room in search of something else to occupy their time.

“Well, you’re free to speak-“ Bucky was interrupted by the loud sound of laughing from behind the wooden door and almost instantly after a hushing sound. The two men had completely different reactions to this, Steve was utmostly confused, both eyebrows scrunching together, while Bucky’s face held a small smile. He knew exactly who was trying to eavesdrop and it just proved how much Steve did not know his stepdaughter from the fact he didn’t immediately know. “(Y/N),” he called out, the humour evident in his voice, “Parker, we know you're out there.”

“Awww, Peter you gave our secret identities up!”

By now Steve had caught on to the two of you and laughed lightly, trying to cover up the fact that his only chance to ask Bucky his question alone, was interrupted.

The wooden door creaked open, revealing Peter, dressed up in his spiderman suit for dramatic effect and you with a bandana on, which you thought made you look like a ninja and you held your action figure tightly in your left hand.

“(Y/N), you know it’s rude to eavesdrop” Steve scolded you, trying to be firm. You ignored him and shrugged your shoulders before going to follow the scent of Chinese food.

“Doll,” your dad stopped you “don’t ignore people, you know not to do that” he stood up from his spot on the sofa and began to also make his way to the kitchen, you right beside him muttering a small “okay dad.”

Steve tried not to let his heart sink as his best friend walked away. He would just have to try and get Bucky alone at another point in the night. If he didn’t get an answer, then he would have no use for the small box that was sitting in his trouser pocket.

“Bonjour,” Clint greeted the two of you as you both arrived for food, the island set up with enough plastic plates for everyone (Tony couldn’t be bothered with hiring people to wash normal, expensive ones multiple times a day)

Your mother smiled at you from the other side of the kitchen, but she was immediately confused when you didn’t smile back. The reason you had not, is because you had a feeling you knew exactly what question your stepdad had for Bucky and did not at all like the sound of it.

“Fries?” Bruce offered, tilting the box of food towards you. You nodded gratefully and grabbed a handful. The conversations at the table were mixed; Thor ranting passionately about the food at his home planet, Tony mumbling something about not even being hungry anyway (you thought he was just being salty since he didn’t get his Shawarma), Bucky and Sam having a silent argument across the table, and Peter was busy singing Christmas songs in his best Santa Claus voice.

��Have a holly jolly Christmas, and in case you didn’t seeeee” Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically at the teenager making everyone laugh.

“Hey don’t get annoyed at me! Everyone loves Christmas!”

You used to love Christmas before your parents separated and you weren’t allowed to spend the holiday with your dad.

“I don’t like Christmas,” your dad shrugged half mindedly while taking a sip of his soda. Peter looked at him like he had two heads and exclaimed in shock, “that impossible!”

“It ain’t kid,” Bucky chuckled while your mother shifted in her seat uncomfortably, realizing the reasoning.

While you worked your way through the pile of noodles, Thor’s incessant ranting came to an end, and the teenager had seemingly run out of songs, the group of superheroes decided to hang out in the living room and watch a movie before you, Steve and your mother had to go home.

“Which one?” Nat asked the room while holding up two movies, the nightmare before Christmas and the corpse bride. Both Halloween movies, neither particularly scary.

“How could one have a nightmare on the day before Christmas? Surely that is against the rules of the Holiday Christmas, that is based on happiness?” Thor asked, earning a quizzical look from you. “Stop tryna act like Shakespeare big man” Tony laughed while grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it all into his mouth.

Steve ignored the billionaire, and while no one seemed to be paying attention he directed his attention to Bucky, swallowing nervously. “Hey Buck, can I speak to you for a sec outside?”

Confusion spread over the soldier’s face for a split second before complying and getting up from the couch with Steve as discreetly as possible as to not raise suspicion from the rest of the team and you.

“What’s up?” He asked once they’d reached the hallway outside, he didn’t know what was up with the younger man but he could easily tell that he’d been acting nervous around himself and your mom.

“Um, I have a question, you don’t have to say yes or no or anything-“

“Your ranting.”

He stopped and thought for a second, wondering how to put it. “I know it’s been complicated recently, and I know this might make it worse with all your history with (Y/M/N) and (Y/N) but I really do love both of them and since (Y/M/N)’s parents passed a while ago, there’s no one to really ask for their blessing so I guess I’m here to ask you, can I have your blessing to propose to (Y/M/N)?”

Bucky stood emotionless for a second, not knowing how to react. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy for Steve and support him or to be angry. He had both reasonable attributes for each option but was cut short when he heard the sound of a door banging against its hinges on the floor above.

Both of your dad’s eyebrows scrunched together, who was that? Everyone in the tower knew not to do it because Tony despised it, and everyone with a brain knew that when Tony got annoyed, bad things happened.

Then almost instantly after the door entering the living room revealing an awkward Loki “I’m sorry to interrupt this conversation but your daughter slash stepdaughter, just ran upstairs in tears so if you could quickly wrap this little moment up, it would be greatly appreciated”

Bucky’s heart stopped, why were you crying?

He and Steve completely forgot about their previous conversation and quickly headed upstairs, nearly running Peter over in the process coming from the toilet. But just as they reached the door where you normally stayed when you came for sleepovers, Bucky stopped and put a finger to his lips.

“I think I should go in.” Instead of arguing, and saying that it would be good ‘bonding time’ to get you to like him, Steve silently agreed and let your dad go in.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he gently closed the door behind himself, instantly catching sight of you sat on the carpeted floor, furiously wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he took ahold of both of your wrists and set them down on your lap, “why’re you crying doll?”

Tears continued to stream unapologetically down your cheeks, you didn’t know how to tell him. That you had snuck out of the living room to see where the two had gone and then eavesdropped into their conversation, and once hearing your stepdad (who you did not like at all) was going to become a permanent part of your life, ran off crying.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you shook your head, making him sigh. “Please tell me, I wanna know why. You trust me right (Y/N)?”

The simple nod was all he needed, yet his heart still ached. Seeing his only daughter in tears and didn’t trust him enough to tell him why? It was heartbreaking for him. “I don’t want him to marry mom,” you quietly admitted, “the only reason I’m still allowed to see you is because she thinks I still need a father figure, so now he’s gonna be here forever I won’t be- I won’t be able to see you anymore.”

He sighed deeply, trying to find a way to comfort you. “You will, I promise. I’ll always be apart of your life doll. No one can ever take you away from me because you're my daughter and I love you so so much, m’kay?”

You sniffled and wiped the final tears from your cheeks. “Okay.”

Before you could both get up and return downstairs to finish the movie, Bucky stopped you and lifted you up to whisper something to you.

Once he had finished you pulled back and nodded hesitantly, realizing that you should put your grudge behind you and face a fear.

Your dad and you returned outside, Steve waiting patiently while resting on the wall, gently smiling at you to make sure you were okay.

“Go on doll,” Bucky quietly urged, making you take a deep breath and just go for it.

“I give you my blessing to marry mom.” Steve’s heart skipped multiple beats as his brain tried to process what you had said. You’d finally accepted him into your life?

He broke out into a grin, trying to form words to thank you without seeming like this meant the absolute world to him. “Thank you (Y/N). I appreciate it so much.”

Bucky was proud of you for taking a leap and letting Steve into your life when you were scared. He realized at that moment that even if you did have a dad and a stepdad at the same time, he’d fulfilled his role already.

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