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moonvis · 3 months

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I NEED YOU ALIVE

Steve Rogers x F! Avenger! Reader Incl. Sam, Tony, and Bucky x Natasha Summary: Steve can't wait to propose, but when a mission goes south, he's not sure he'll get the chance after all Warnings: Angst to fluff! Some cursing. Some blood and injuries. 2.5k words.

Steve carefully opened the blue velvet box in his hand, revealing a simple yet beautiful engagement ring. Light reflected onto the golden material, a small diamond on top. Steve knew his girl liked it simple, so that was what he got. A warming smile grew on his lips as he imagined the ring perfectly fit on her finger.

Bucky gently nudged at his pal’s side, a smirk present on his face. Steve chuckled as a response, speaking in a low voice, “This is it Buck. I’m proposing tonight after the mission.” It was Y/N and Steve’s two-year anniversary after all, but unfortunately they had to go on a last-minute mission before celebrating.

“M’ happy for you pal. She’s gonna love it.”

Steve had been carrying the ring in his picket ever since he bought it, looking at it every now and then - even at the risk of Y/N spotting him. Bucky had reminded it of such many times before, “Might put it away before your girl sees it.”

The whole team were gathered inside the jet, but luckily Y/N was sat opposite of the super soldiers, occupied in a conversation with Natasha. Steve let out a happy sigh and closed the box, “You know how it is Buck…”

Bucky did indeed understand; he understood the excitement Steve was feeling, the thought of spending the rest of a lifetime with the love of his life. The former Winter Solider had proposed to Natasha just a few months earlier anyways.

Bucky patted the blonde’s shoulder, “One more mission, and she’s all yours.”

“Right.” The Captain put the box back in his most secure pocket and got up. Time to get over with the mission. Walking into the middle of the jet, he spoke up, “Okay team. One last recall on the mission plan.”

Y/N gave him her immediate attention, admiring Steve in his Captain America stance. Steve gave her a small smile before he continued talking, “Y/N and Nat will get the files. Buck, Sam and I will go for the hostages, while Tony-” Steve turned to the billionaire, “You work as a shield around the base. This is a last-minute mission, which means we gotta be prepared for anything. Sam will back you up if needed.”

“Dream team,” Y/N commented from beside Natasha, giving her a pound, “Let’s go.”

Tony turned in his seat and prepared the jet for arrival, just outside the Hydra base, “Check your gear everyone! We land in three.”

As the they landed, Steve guided for Y/N to come over, which se gladly did. The Captain put his shield on his back, before caressing his girlfriend’s face, his brows softening as they made eye contact, “Be careful, okay? You know I hate separating from you on missions. So please, don’t take any unnecessary risks. I need you back in one piece.”

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Steve was referring to the upcoming secret proposal, thinking of the ring hidden in his pocket. He needed his future bride to make it back from the mission alive.

“That goes both ways,” Y/N raised a brow and smiled, “But yes, I promise.” With a quick kiss, they bid each other good luck before Y/N jogged off to join Natasha.

“Come on pal, let’s go.” Bucky said form beside the Captain. Steve couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy though, watching his girl disappear out of sight. Shrugging it off, he nodded at Bucky before leading the way.

Y/N and Natasha snuck up to the first entrance where four Hydra agents were guarding the door. Y/N looked over at the redhead mouthing, “Element of surprise?”, gaining a nod in response. On three, Y/N launched forward and kicked one man to the ground, before ducking as another tried to shoot her.

Natasha was already slamming the shooter into a third Hydra agent, while Y/N knocked out the guy beneath her. Finishing off, she shot the fourth and last guy running at Natasha. The girls gave each other a pound before continuing further into the base.

“Y/N look!”

Y/N turned to face Natasha, her eyes following whatever the redhead was pointing at. A staircase, leading up to a glass covered room holding what seemed like computers.

“Just what we were searching for,” Y/N winked and ran towards the stairs, stopping when a pair of Hydra agents suddenly appeared at the top. Y/N was a quick and precise shooter when it came to guns, not arrows, that was Barton’s specialty.

Fast, she brought out her gun and shot both agents in their head before they got the chance to react. Natasha came up beside her, impressed, “Not bad, but save some for me, will you?”

“Then you gotta keep up,” Y/N teased. Natassha rolled her eyes and followed her friend up the stairs. As they reached the computer-room, the coast seemed to be clear, with no booby-traps in sight.

“Awesome. Go do your thing,” Y/N winked at Natasha who entered the room, before she spoke into the comms, “Mission report. We found the computer-room.”

“Good. Get those files and stay on guard,” Steve reported back, “We just found the hostages. Getting them out now.”

Natasha was skilled when it came to hacking, so downloading the files were like a baby’s work. It was when they thought they were safe to leave the base, things started to heat up.

“We got the files, heading out now!” Natasha spoke into the comms, following Y/N out of the room.

“Copy that.” The Captain sounded satisfied, “And the hostages are brought to safety. Everyone return to the jet.”

While Tony gave his own report into the comms, the ladies of the team faced a sudden surprise outside the computer-room. Out of nowhere, a gunshot sounded through the hall, followed by the sound of Natasha’s agonizing scream.

She had been hit.

Y/N was quick to react and shot the Hydra agent who had fired and felt a knot in her stomach as she watched her friend fall to the floor. “Nat, shit!” Y/N rushed over and fell to her knees, “Hold still.”

Natasha had been shot through the leg, thick blood flowing out of her wound. Y/N ripped a piece of clothing of her own suit and wrapped it around the redhead’s leg. Bringing a hand up to her comm, her shaking voice spoke up, “Nat’s been hit! We need backup asap!”

“What!?” The frantic voice of Bucky sounded through the comms, “Where are you? I’m coming!”

“We’re just outside the computer room. West part of the base. Please, hurry!” Y/N’s worried voice responded back, before she shifted her attention back to Natasha, “Hold on Nat. Bucky’s coming.”

Natasha was weak, the wound being dangerously deep. The redhead brought out her hand for Y/N to hold, which she instantly accepted. Y/N felt scared, she couldn’t carry Natasha out of there herself, nor would she leave her behind. The last thing she needed was more Hydra agents approaching them in such a vulnerable state.

As if the universe hated them, the voices of more Hydra agents could be heard from downstairs, “They’re up there! Let’s go!”

Shit.

“Guys, hurry! There’s more agents and I can’t deal with them alone with Nat like this!” Y/N yelled into the comms, readying her gun for anything. Right now, protecting Natasha was the only thing she cared about.

“On my way!” Tony said though the comms, his voice stern with a hint of concern.

Steve felt his heart twist and turn, the sickening feeling in his stomach not helping. If he knew his girl correctly, she would do anything in her power to protect Natasha. Even if it meant putting her own life at risk. “Don’t do anything stupid Y/N! We’re on our way!”

“Hold on baby, I’m on my way!” Was Bucky’s words trough the comms. Natasha let out a shaky breath at his voice, clearly getting a bit of relief from it.

As the first Hydra agent made his way up the stairs, Y/N shot him in the head, making him fall into the one coming up right behind him. Y/N got up on her feet and saw at least six more agents running up to get them, “What the fuck?”

“Y/N you need to-” Natasha spoke thought a cough, “Get your ass out of here.”

“Forget it. I’m not leaving you.” Y/N’s voice was stern, so was her stance. As more agents ran towards her, she shot them. One, two and-

Her gun was out of bullets.

In the moment of panic, she took a step back before throwing her gun at the floor. Reaching for her knife, she spoke through the comms again, “My gun’s out, and these bitches keep on coming. Hurry!”

“Fuck, we’re almost there doll!” Steve was panicking. He could run fast alright, but coming from the other side of the base was quite the long way, “Tony!”

“Almost there Cap!”

Taking advantage of Y/N’s moment of distraction, the next Hydra agent tackled her to the floor. She usually managed to take out a guy alone, but as another agent joined in to hold her down, she struggled.

Natasha noticed and couldn’t just lay and watch. The redhead gritted her teeth together and lifted herself slightly off the floor, pointing her gun at one of the agents. Trough her blurred vision, she shot him in the arm. The man screamed in pain and let go of Y/N.

Unfortunately, the Hydra agent realised Natasha was still a threat, even in such a state, and went forward to grab her instead. The man lifted Natasha by the collar and dragged her towards the stairs, pointing his gun at her, “This is what you get little bitch!”

His words grabbed Y/N attention, her eyes widening, “No!”

Everything from there happened so fast. One second she was pushing Natasha out of the way, and the next, she was falling down the stairs with a fresh bullet-wound to her side.

In the moment of tragedy, Iron Man came flying in, catching Y/N only seconds away from having her head slammed on the cold hard ground. Holding her with one hand, he blasted the last remaining agents dead, before finally landing. Tony gently put her down, his mask revealing the distressed features on his face, “My god-”

“Natasha!” The yell and sight of Bucky came in view. He spotted his fiancé at the top of the stairs, not hesitating to get to her side. Right behind came Steve and Sam, having no idea what would meet their eyes.

The exact moment Steve spotted Y/N lying beside Tony, he felt his stomach drop. The Captain rushed to her side, falling onto his knees as dust flew in the air, “Oh my god--”

As Tony put pressure on her wound, Steve brought his hand up to caress her cheek, “Oh my god Y/N, you-”

“M’sorry Stevie…”

“No, don’t you say that!” Steve was panicking, his eyes going up to meet Tony’s, “What do we do?!”

Composing himself, Tony got up from the ground, “She don’t have much time. We need to get her help, asap! I’ll get the jet ready, you bring her.”

Steve felt his breath quickening at Tony’s words. As he watched Iron Man fly off, Steve shifted his attention back to his girl. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks as he spoke, “I’m sorry doll, but this is gonna hurt.” Steve, as gently as he could, lifted her up in his arms, shutting out her agonizing scream to concentrate.

“Hold on doll, I’m bringing you home,” Steve promised as he ran the fastest he ever had. He watched as his girl grew heavier in his arms, her eyelids trying to fall shut. “Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Fuck he was worried.

“I’m not losing you today doll, just keep your eyes open, please.” Steve begged as he noticed how quickly his girl faded.

“M’sleepy…” Y/N wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, not feeling much either. She was just happy her last moments would be in the hands of the man she loved.

“No, I can’t let you to that. You need to stay awake, sweetheart. Please.” Steve cried as Y/N’s eyes closed, knowing there was nothing else he could do but run. “No, no, no, Y/N! Stay with me, please!”

As Y/N went completely numb in his hands, the solider screamed out in frustration. The jet was right in front of him, and as soon as he got to lay her body down, he fell to his knees, silent sobs shaking his broad shoulders.

His hand reached into his pocket, fingers tightening around the blue velvet box. She couldn’t die on him, not like this. He still had an important question to ask her.

Tick.

Just like he had been doing for the last few days, Steve sat by her bedside, listening to the monitor telling him she was still alive.

Steve refused to leave her side. Sam had tried to at least make him take a shower after the mission, but he still wouldn't budge. Steve had to be present the exact moment Y/N woke up.

“Hey, pal,” Bucky entered the room, “How’s she doing?”

Steve let out a sigh, letting his eyes leave Y/N for just a moment to look at his friend, “You know… the same.”

“Hey, I could watch her for a while if you need some rest,” Bucky suggested, but the Captain only shoot his head, “You know she’s gonna be mad when she wake up and realises you didn’t take care of yourself.”

“So be it,” Steve stoke his thumb over the soft skin of her hand, “I just can’t leave her side. I thought she was gone Buck. You saw it! Her heart stopped, twice!” Fresh tears streamed down Steve’s face at the memory playing in his head.

The day on the injury, Y/N’s heart stopped twice if not more, and it scared the hell out of Steve. He had to see the world crumbling down before his eyes, only for the universe to prank him. It made him angry. Oh, how he hated Hydra, for almost taking away his future.

Bucky didn’t comment Steve’s words. It could easily have been Natasha in that situation, but Y/N had saved her without hesitation. He would be forever grateful – he just couldn’t bear the thought of his best friend losing the love of his life instead.

Luckily, Y/N was recovering.

“You look like shit…” A crocked voice came from the room. Steve’s head shot up in surprise, eyes landing on her beautiful ones looking back at him. Bucky smiled and rushed out of the room, going to get a doctor.

“Y/N? Oh my-” Steve gasped, rapid breaths escaping him, “Fuck, Y/N, I thought I lost you.” Steve reached forward and cupped her cheek, not even bothering to hold back the sobs that followed.

“M’sorry…” Y/N let out a shaky breath, still adjusting to the light and pain in her stomach, “And uh- how long was I out for?”

“Five days,” Steve responded, still in disbelief his girl was finally awake, “Thank god you’re okay, doll. I love you so damn much.”

Y/N was a little taken back by the number of days but shook it off as she watched Steve’s broken expression. She tapped at the empty spot beside her, guiding for Steve to lay down. He hesitated for a moment, scared of hurting her, but accepted when she looked at him with pleading eyes.

“How’s Natasha doing?” Y/N asked as she remembered the redhead.

“She’s okay,” Steve sounded a bit hesitant, “Thanks to you I’ve heard.”

“Steve… I’m sorry for being reckless, I just-”

Steve sighed and reassured her, “It’s okay, I’m just glad to have you back alive. We’ve been at this one before; I’d do the same for Bucky and so on.”

Y/N chuckled and rested her head against his shoulder, hearing his rapid heartbeat.

Letting out a shaky breath, Steve turned to face her properly, his eyes softening as he looked at her smile. He reached into his pocket to grab the blue velvet box he had so patiently waited to give her.

“Y/N, this is not how I imagined doing this, but-” Steve brought the box forwards. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight, her hand coming up to cover her gasping mouth, “Steve…”

Steve opened the box to reveal the beautiful ring, his eyes plastered on her the whole time. Her widening smile and teary eyes made his heart melt, “After almost loosing you, I can’t wait any longer. Please, will you do me the biggest honour of becoming my wife?”

“Oh my gosh! Yes!” Y/N cheered with the little energy she had and let Steve put the perfectly fit ring on her finger, “It’s beautiful Steve!”

Steve let out a soft chuckle, “I know this isn’t an ideal way to propose but-”

“It’s perfect!” Y/N assured him and reached forward to press a kiss on his lips. Though as she moved, a sudden pain overwhelmd her stomach, “Fuck!”

“Shit, are you okay?” Steve went straight into being protective, watching his fiancé shut her eyes in pain. As she didn’t respond, he grew worried, at least, until she started giggling. “Fuck that hurt.”

“You scared me doll,” Steve let out a sigh and reached forward to plant a kiss on top of her head, “You sure know how to pain an old man’s heart.”

Before Y/N got the chance to respond, a doctor came into the room, Bucky following suit, “Sorry for ruining the moment, but we need to check if everything is okay.”

“That’s fine, I know you’ll take care of my fiancé.” Steve kissed the top of her head and left the bed, going to stand beside Bucky.

The brunette punched Steve in the arm, “Now you can finally stop the obsessive ring gazing. I’m happy for you pal.”

“Thanks Buck.” Steve's eyes didn’t leave her figure as he stood there. He watched as she laughed with the doctor, a smile plastered on her face, even though she just woke up from a fay day long coma. She was such a ray of sunshine – she warmed his heart.

Oh, and to believe she would be his for ever.

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ravensinthedaylight · 1 year

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Winterwidow!Daughter!Reader: *Opening presents on Christmas* OH MY GOD NO WAY, I FREAKIN LOVE THIS I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! I NEED TO CALL THE GROUP CHAT.

*Dashes off with present in hand*

Natasha: What did you get her!?

Bucky, Extremely confused: A pair of slippers????

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elizabethsnuts · 11 months

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first steps and words with winterwidow bucky being all bummed that there babygirls first word was mama and not papa and nat rubbing it in his face😭

Mama

Winterwidow x daughter!reader

Summary: Bucky and Natasha’s daughter says her first word but it’s not what her papa had hoped for.

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In the quite afternoon at the avengers compound, a monumental moment had arrived. Baby Y/N, with her sparkling green eyes and tufts of dark red hair, had uttered her very first word. And much to Bucky's dismay, that word was "mama."

Bucky couldn't help but feel a bit bummed. He had secretly hoped that your first word would be "papa," a sweet validation of your bond with him. But fate had a different plan, and now he found himself at the mercy of Natasha's teasing.

Natasha, sitting across from Bucky with a smug grin, couldn't resist rubbing it in. "Looks like Y/N has a way with words, doesn't she?" she quipped, her voice laced with playful satisfaction.

Bucky's brows furrowed as he leaned closer to his daughter, determination etched on his face. "Come on, Y/N, say 'papa.' Can you say 'papa' for me?"

You instead regarded your father with an amused side-eye. Seemingly understanding the gravity of the situation, the power you held over your papa's hopes. And with a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, you repeated your newfound favourite word, "mama," once again.

Bucky let out a defeated sigh, slumping back in his chair. "Well, Mama, looks like you've got yourself a fan." he remarked, giving in to the reality of the situation.

Natasha, unable to contain her laughter, playfully nudged Bucky's arm. "I told you, she's got impeccable taste," she teased.

But deep down, Bucky couldn't help but marvel at the adorable sight before him. You had found your voice, even if it wasn't the word he had anticipated. Your expressive gaze and playful demeanor made it hard for him to stay upset for long.

Leaning forward, Bucky smiled at you, his heart filled with love and pride. "Alright, Y/N/N," he said with a chuckle. "Mama wins this round. But don't worry, Papa will keep trying. One of these days, you'll say it."

You, still captivated by the game you had unknowingly created, reached out your tiny hand toward Bucky. With a hint of amusement, you patted his cheek, your eyes twinkling as if to say, "Maybe, Papa."

And as Bucky reveled in the joy and laughter of the moment, he knows that it didn't matter which word Y/N said first. What truly mattered was the bond they shared, and the endless moments of discovery that awaited them as a family.

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justmymindandstuff · 1 month

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Right in front of you - Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Summary: Natasha's new boyfriend doesn't like the fact that she and her ex Bucky are still good friends. So Natasha lies and drags you into a fake relationship with your best friend. What could possibly go wrong?

words: 16.189

warngins: drinking, make- out, a bit angst?, talk about suicide (briefly, not explicitly), swearing / language// ( I think thats all, correct me if I am wrong)

A/N: fake dating trope, Miscommunication, fluff, best friends to lovers// Avengers as a chaotic group of friends// AU// English is not my first language// no beta// Gif not mine// AO3.

Relationships: Bucky x Y/N // Natasha x Bucky (previously; mention)// Natasha x Bruce (previously; mention)// Natasha x Y/N (platonic) // Tony Stark x Y/N (platonic)

I had this in my drafts since 2022, but totally forget about it. Last weekend I rewatch tfatws (Yes, the whole season I have no self-control) and god sebastian stand is one of the most handsome man alive. I revised this draft and added about 10K words. This wasn't originally planned. Sooo anyways have fun with this :) Love to all of you ❤️.

You sit on Natasha´s comfortable couch and take a sip of your coffee. Your best friend called you in the morning and asks for this catch up and said she had a level 9 Problem. So you have been sitting here for almost 2 hours. You and Nat hand already exchanged all the important news form the last few weeks, but Natasha hadn´t yet said whats her level 9 problem is. "So why did you want to talk with me so badly Nat? We have talked about everything now." you say.

Natasha sights."I messed up."

"What happend?" you ask now worried.

"It is about Rick."

Her new boyfriend. He´s a pretty nice guy, from what Nat said. But you haven´t meet him yet. Natasha dates him for 3 month now.

"What did you do?" you asks. Since are when you have to pull every word out of her nose? Nat hesitates for a moment and takes a sip from her coffee.

"Okay. Please listen to me. I know I messed up but I have a plan. And for this plan I need your help."

"I will listen."

"So, Rick and I, we talked about our friends last week and you know we had already talked about our exes. And now he knows that I am still firends with Bucky. But Rick doesn´t think it is cool that I am still friends with him." she stopps and you look confused. You don´t see a Level 9 Problem with this. Natascha and Bucky were together for a few months and that was almost 3 years ago. So why is it a problem?"Y/N I am so sorry. It was a dump idear but it was the frist thing that comes to my mind. And I was pressed for time."

"Natasha! What did you do?" you ask again, now a bit annoyed.

"I told Rick you and Bucky are together."

"You did what?" you ask shocked and a little angry. Is she serious?

"I am so sorry. But besides Bucky, you are the only single in our group. And after that Rick was fine with Bucky as my friend."

"Natasha! What a stupid idear. And what´s your plan now? We all meet Rick this weekend."

"I know, I know. I already texted Bucky, but he is still at work, he says he will call me later."

"And what do you want me to do?"

"Lie for me? Please Y/N." she looks desperately at you. As if you could refuse her something when she looked at you like that. You shigh and in her look you can see that she knows she won.

"Fine. If Bucky is okay with it, I will pretend to be his girlfriend. But Nat, for how long do you think we can lie to him?"

"Not for long, just a few weeks. And than you and Bucky can pretend that you have broken up and remain friends. So Rick can see that Bucky can be just friends with his ex- girlfriends and everything will be fine." She smiles and you sigh again. What could go wrong? Except from everything.

"Fine! But I don´t like this plan."

"I know. And I am sorry."

"Its okay."

You enter your apartment and close the door behind you. You are not sure if Natashas plan will work. But you are her friend, so you will help her, no matter what. Your phone rings, you fummel it out of your Pocket. Bucky. You answer the call.

"Hey Bucks what up?"

Bucky came as Natashas Boyfriend in your friendgroup, but after a few weeks he was friends with all of you, and after he and Nat broke up, they reminds friends and Bucky stays with your group. You are glade he did, you really like him. In the last years, he became your best friend. He even integrated Steve and Peggy into your circle of friends.

"Hey Y/N. How are you? Have you talked with Nat?"

"I´m fine. Yes I have. What do you think about her plan?"

"It´s stupid." he laughs. "But I said I will go with it, if its okay with you."

"I said I will help her."

"Good. Just wanted to make sure you are okay with it."

"If it helps her, of course I'll do it."

"You are a good friend. Then we will see us on Friday. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Why?" you asks.

"Because we have to preatend we are a coupel." he says as if it were logical. And as if that were normal.

"Right." you start laughing. "It will never work."

"No probally not. But lets give our best to not mess it up for Nat."

"We can try. So you pick me up at 8?"

"I will be at your place."

"Thank you Bucky. See you at Friday."

"See you Friday Doll."

You hate this nickname, but he never listened to you when you said he should stop calling you that. After two years you gave up.

Friday is coming sooner than you thought. You've been stressed all week about your work, next week you have to present your new project, but you're still missing some figures from the last quarter, of course the department is lagging behind. So you had to work overtime. On the way home, your mother called you. Your grandma had another argument with her neighbors. Probably something about the garden fence. You couldn't care less. The argument has been going on for years, but your grandma is just stubborn. And she's driving your mother crazy. It took you hours to calm her down and when you finally hang up it's almost seven o'clock. And you haven't eaten anything since your lunch salad. Damn. You're going to your favorite bar tonight, but you can't go out on an empty stomach. You can't tolerate alcohol anyway, and on an empty stomach the evening would probably end over the toilet bowl before midnight. You open your fridge and sigh. Of course you forgot to go grocery shopping. You reach for your phone and dial Bucky’s number.

"Hello Doll." he answers in a good mood. "Everythin alright?

"Yes. Can you come a bit earlier and bring something to eat on the way? I forgot to shop grocerys and haven't eaten anything properly yet."

"Sure I'll do it. We don't want to repeat St. Patrick." he laughs. You grimace at the memory of the evening in which you dumped the contents of your stomach into the Hudson. "Not funny Bucks."

"Maybe not for you. I had a lot of fun making sure you didn't take an involuntary swim and end up as a corpse in the water." you hear him laugh through the phone and roll your eyes. You would like to respond with an embarrassing story from Bucky, but the man can drink like no one else. Sometimes you think he's immune to alcohol. “Is chinese okay?”

"Yes perfect. Please bring.."

"Spring rolls. Yes, I know, doll."

“Lifesaver I Venmo you the money.”

"Absolutely no way!"

"Bucky." you start, you hate it when he invites you out, but Bucky throws his money around like it's nothing. Because it's probably nothing for him. Bucky makes a lot of money with his firm.

"Don't argue. I'm your boyfriend, remember." he laughs. Oh yeah, Natasha's stupid plan.

"I actually forgot." you laugh now.

"My heart just broke." You roll your eyes, but then laugh. As if any woman could ever break James Barnes' heart.

"I'm on my way now, I'll be there quarter past." Your gaze goes to the clock. You've got half an hour, damn it.

"Okay, I still have to get ready. I will be quick."

"See you soon."

"See you soon." You hang up, quickly put your cell phone on the charging cable and sprint into the shower. You also have to wash your hair, you're really not on schedule this week. Bucky only needs 20 minutes, so you open the door for him still in a towel and with your hair half-dried. At least your Make Up is already done.

"What a sight." he laughs and lets his gaze slide over your barely covered body. You feel yourself blushing, even if there's no reason for it. Bucky has already seen you in your underwear, so the towel covers more.

"Charming." You say and let him into your apartment. He throws his keys and wallet into the small bowl next to your door and puts the take away bag on the kitchen counter.

"You know me. Go get ready, we don´t have much time. Since when have you been so late?"

You love punctuality. You think it's rude and disrespectful to make people wait for you, but this week seems to be cursed. You go back to the bedroom to get dressed.

"I've been behind time all week. Work is totally exhausting me. I have to present next week but of course nothing works out the way I want it to." You call loudly from your bedroom so Bucky can hear you as you rummage through your clothes. Of course you had also forgotten to check with Wanda and Natascha what exactly the dress code was for the evening. "Do you know what Nat or Wanda wear?"

"Of course not?"

"Crap."

"You look good in anything, so just wear somthing." he calls from the living room.

"Liar"

"Never Doll."

You pull your black dress out of your closet. It's just the right length to not be slutty. Quickly, but carefully so you not smear your make-up, you slip into the dress. You let your hair fall loosely over your shoulder, but quickly blow-dry it so that you don't look like you've plugged into a socket. You take a quick look at yourself in the mirror, yes, that would work. "How cold is it ?"

"It's summer, so not at all."

"So no tights?"

"No, no tights. Another question I've never asked myself before."

"You're a man, pants and shirt and you're dressed for any occasion." you come out of your bedroom. Bucky is sitting in your kitchen, he has put the food on a plate and has put cutlery out for you and a glass of water next to it. "You are my hero." You say, plopping down in the seat across from him.

"I know." You look at the clock, you actually have to leave in five minutes so as not to be late. You're narrowing your eyes, damn it.

"Now take a deep breath, relax and eat. Then we'll be a little late, it's not the end of the world. Besides, it's not just us, Vision, Wanda, Tony and Rick are there. Nat won´t be alone."

"Steve isn't coming?"

"Nope, Peggy isn't feeling well." You start eating.

"Still not?" you ask worriedly Peggy hasn't been feeling well for a few weeks, hopefully it's nothing more serious. When you spoke to her on the phone last week she sounded tired and exhausted. Bucky grabs one of your spring rolls and dips it in the sauce, a mischievous smile appearing on his face. "What is?" you ask confused.

"I'm not actually allowed to tell you this." You're immediately curious and lean a little further forward in your chair.

"Tell me."

"But swear you won't tell anyone."

"I swear."

"She is pregnant." Your mouth falls open, you expected everything but not this.

“I didn’t know they were trying.” Steve and Peggy have been together since high school, but neither of them have talked about having children until now.

"They didn't, it was an accident but they wanted to keep it." Steve and Peggy as parents? Funnily enough, you can imagine it. "Steve has been through an emotional rollercoaster in the last few weeks, you can't imagine it Y/N." Bucky laughs.

"And he didn't say anything to anyone?"

"No, only I know and now you. So quiet."

"I promise not to say a word."

"Good. Different topic." Suddenly he becomes serious and Bucky's look almost makes your food stick in your throat. "Nat's plan."

"What about it?"

"We should discuss boundaries."

“Boundaries?” you ask confused. What does he mean now? You actually thought you would go to the bar, introduce yourself as boyfriend and girlfriend and sit next to each other. Why do you need boundaries?

"Well, we want Rick to believe us and I think we should kiss for that. Of course only if it's okay with you." It would be a lie if you never imagined kissing Bucky. After all, he's terribly good-looking, charming, friendly, a perfect gentleman. And even if you're embarrassed and would never admit it one night or two when you were alone, Bucky as a fantasy has served you well. But he is also your best friend, your savior in times of need and your best friend's ex. Fantasy is one thing, but in reality?

"Kissing is okay with me." you say. "It just might get weird."

"Why weird?"

"I don't usually kiss my best friends. You're like a brother to me." A shadow crosses Bucky's blue eyes, but he's smiling.

"If you find the thought of kissing me disgusting..."

"I did not say that!" you say quickly. No woman on this planet would associate the idea of kissing James Bucky Barnes with the word disgusting. You are sure of that! "I just think it's weird. The others are there too." you blush at the thought of kissing Bucky in front of all your friends. What have you gotten yourself into? And all because of Nat.

“Do you want to practice?” he asks and a mischievous grin appears on his face.

"I know how to kiss."

"I'm sure you're very good at kissing. I'm just saying so our first kiss isn't in front of everyone else." That sounds like such a stupid idea that it makes oddly enough sense.

"Then let's practice." You say, putting your fork down.

"Are you ready?" he points to your plate. There's still a little food left, but you're full and it should protect you from an alcohol escapade.

"Yes." Bucky takes your plate and cutlery, stands up and puts everything in the sink. Then he leans against your kitchen counter. You sigh and stand up too. You could say you're doing all this just for Natasha, but somehow the thought of kissing Bucky makes you nervous, but in a pleasant way. You walk over to him and stop right in front of Bucky. He's a bit taller than you, so you lean your head back slightly to look him in the eyes.

"Y/N. If you don't want that, we can just cancel it. Nat would understand." He says, looking you in the eyes.

"Nonsense. It's not that bad."

"Thanks."

"Thats not what I meant."

"I know, I'm just messing with you." he grins at you. Then his gaze goes from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. Bucky lifts his hand and places it carefully on your cheek. Then he leans forward. His lips touch yours and you freeze for a second. But then you move your lips against his, your hand automatically laying on his chest. Bucky’s hand moves from your cheek to your neck and he pulls you closer to him. The next moment his tongue slides into your mouth and you press yourself closer to his muscular body. But then you flinch. What are you doing here? You open your eyes and see it straight into Bucky’s. His gaze sweeps over your face as if he’s searching for something. "Too much?"

"No. I was just surprised." you feel your heart thundering in your chest. You feel strange, but not bad. And it wasn't as uncomfortable or weird as you thought. It was nice.

"And weird?"

"Not for me."

"For me either. You are a good kisser."

You hit him on the chest "Jerk."

Bucky laughs. "Come on now. We're late." he then says. You quickly grab your coat, throw your cell phone and wallet into your bag and slip on your high heels. "But I won't carry you home later if your feet hurt." Bucky says as he packs up his things again.

"You're taking me home?"

"Of course. I'm the perfect boyfriend." You roll your eyes. Why does he actually enjoy this lie so much?

"Come now perfect boyfriend." You say, pushing him out of your apartment and closing the door behind you.

Even though you hurry, you're almost 30 minutes late when you get to the front door of the bar. From outside you see your friends already sitting at one of the tables. "Ready for our big show?" Bucky asks you.

"It's a good thing I was at the Theater Club."

"I did not know that." he says surprised.

"Why sould you?" Bucky shrugs. Then he opens the door and gestures for you to go ahead. "Gentleman."

"Always." You enter and as you walk through the half-full bar to the table where your friends are already sitting, Bucky place his hand on the small of your back. When you get to the table you can’t help but smile. You hadn't seen Wanda for at least 2 weeks, Vision even longer than that and apart from a phone call last weekend, you've barely had any contact with Tony. It's unusual for your friend group, but at the moment you're all kind of busy doing something. That's how it is when you grow up.

"Hey guys." you say happily. "I'm so sorry we're late."

"That was 100% my fault." Bucky says.

"Our two lovebirds." Tony says and winks. You ignore him and turn to the only strange face at the table.

"And you must be Rick?"

"Yes, hello, Nice to meet you." he holds out his hand to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You say, shaking his hand. "That's my boyfriend." That sounds strange.

"James." Bucky shakes Rick's hand too, but you can tell by the way his muscles tense that he's shaking it unnecessarily hard, despite his smile. Wanda slides to the side so you and Bucky can sit on the bench next to her. Vision looks between you and Bucky, confused.

"Did I miss som...."

“Rick, I want something to drink, then we can bring something for Bucky and Y/N too.” Natasha says quickly and practically pushes Rick off the bench. You hear the panic in her voice.

“Bring something for me too.” says Tony, downing his half-full beer in just a few sips and then fumbling his credit card with grand gestures out of his pocket to give it to Natasha. Yeah, not strange at all or anything. Rick goes to the bar and before Natascha follows him she gives Wanda a quick, slightly angry look.

"Sorry." she whispers, Natasha disappears after Rick. "I totally forgot to tell you." She then says to Vision. "Bucky and Y/N act like they're together. Because Rick doesn't like the idea of Nat and Bucky being together."

"What?" Vision looks between all of you, confused.

Tony starts laughing. "If you say it out loud it sounds even stupider."

"No shit Sherlock." you say.

"Bucky and Natasha used to date?" Oh poor Vision, sometimes you forget that he hasn't known you that long and that sometimes Wanda doesn't think about all the details. Not because she means anything bad, but because she is simply forgetful.

"Long before your time." Tony says in response to Vision's question

"Three years ago, but only briefly."Bucky says now.

"Then what's Rick's problem?"

"We do not know." you say. "But that's Natascha's thing, she asked us to do it and we're playing along."

“Red flag nonetheless.” says Wanda. Tony nods.

"Please! This is Natasha's first relationship since Bruce. We're meeting Rick for the first time today so please guys be nice. And stop your prejudices and red flags. We don't really know him." You're briefly afraid that the mood will change because you mentioned Bruce, but Tony just rolls his eyes and then agrees with you

"You're right. And we're always nice."

"That's a lie." Wanda says and you join in her laughter. A moment later, Nat and Rick come back to the table. A mojito is placed in front of you and you grin at your best friend.

"Thanks."

"Thank Tony, that was on his card."

"You make me poor."

"You're a billionaire heir." Bucky interjects and takes the beer from Natasha.

"Really?" Rick asks as he sits back down in his seat.

"Ever heard of Stark Industries?"

"The weapons company?" Tony rolls his eyes.

"Former weapons company." and you can tell from his look that Rick has already been written off by him. You kick him under the table. "Be nice." You whisper, gladly that Rick is talking to Vison. Tony rolls his eyes, but then clinks his new beer with everyone, including Rick. You all catch up on what's going on. Your conversation briefly turns to Peggy and her mysterious illness.

"She works in a kindergarten, where you're always catching something." you say quickly. Bucky grins sideways at you. You're already excited to see how your friends will react to Steve and Peggy's baby news. Rick is just talking about his work when you suddenly feel Bucky's hand on your thigh and you flinch.

He leans in slightly and whispers in your ear. "Relax, you're ruining our show." You smile and act like he said something funny, and when he kisses your cheek you don't flinch.

“Y/N, when is your presentation?” Wanda asks, after she is done talking about her and Visons weekendtrip to Jersey.

"Tuesday and Wednesday I'll probably get fired."

"So bad?" Nat asks worriedly.

"No, not quite that bad, but it sucks."

"You're welcome to start at my company on Thursday." says Tony. "I still need a new assistant."

"The worst three years of my life." Natasha says and then lowers her voice to sound more like Tony. "Romanoff cancel my meeting tomorrow I have a hangover. Romanoff I don't want to eat with Musk. Romanoff where is my watch?" everyone except Tony laughs.

"Pepper never complained."

"You were in love with her the whole time, of course you were nicer."

"Exactly." Natasha supports your point.

"You worked for Tony?" Rick asks confused. "I thought you were a lawyer."

"Yes, before I even went to university. And I'm not really a lawyer yet. I'm still at university. Speaking of which, Y/N, you won't believe who called the office." Nat works alongside university in a renowned law firm. Bucky got her the job.

"Who?" you ask confused.

"Your granny."

"No!" Embarrassed, you hide your head between your arms on the table. Bucky laughs next to you and strokes your hair, his warm hand touching the skin on your shoulder and strangely, you get goosebumps at the feather-light touch. You quickly sit up again and his hand goes over your back and rests on your thigh again. "What did she want?" you ask, reaching for your second mojito.

"Sue her neighbor again."

"God I really need to call her tomorrow."

"I already explained to her that that doesn't work." Nat says.

"I'm sorry she's annoying you so much."

"Oh, it's not that annoying. Plus, she sends me Christmas cookies every year, so I'm happy to put up with a little complaining."

The evening continues and at some point it's Bucky and you's turn to get new drinks for everyone. As you walk through the crowded bar you notice the alcohol in your veins. When you get to the bar, you lean against the counter, Bucky puts an arm around you. It's not unusual for him to touch you or hug you, but today he's somehow more affectionate than usual. Not that you mind. You don't know that about him at all, not even with his girlfriends that he has every now and then for a few weeks.

"You're putting on a good show." You say after he orders another round of cocktails and tequila for you. After this you better drink some water.

"Do you think he believes us?"

"Why shouldn't he?"

"I don't know, he looks at me strangely all the time."

"You're also his girlfriend's ex."

"That was three years ago." he rolls his eyes.

"I know, but toxic masculinity. And the way you shook his hand wasn't exactly nice either."

Bucky grins. "I couldn't help it." then he rolls his eyes. "He's looking at us."

"Seriously?" you want to turn around to look, but Bucky quickly puts his hand on your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

"Not so obvious." You giggle at your own stupidity.

"Is he still watching?"

"Yes. Ready for a show?" Before you can ask what he means, he leans forward and his lips are already on yours. You're briefly surprised, but then you return the kiss. His hand moves to your back, resting just a little above your ass as he presses you against him. Maybe it's the alcohol, or the fact that you want to put on a good show for Nat, or the fact that Bucky is really good at kissing, but this time it's you who slip your tongue into his mouth. Bucky grins and your tongues start a little battle that he wins. Your arms fold behind his neck and you press your body closer to him. You feel your heart beating a little faster, probably because of the alcohol and because you're making out in the middle of a crowded bar. You've never done that before. Bucky pushes himself towards you, so you have to back away slightly and now your back is pressed against the bar, but it's not uncomfortable. His hand moves a little lower and is now actually on your butt. His body is completely pressed against yours and your nails are carefully scratching his neck. Your lips move perfectly against each other. He's really damn good at kissing. You break away from each other, breathless. Bucky rests his forehead against yours. "That was hot." You laugh briefly.

“Is he still looking?” Bucky turns his head slightly to the side and his gaze goes over to your table.

"No."

"Good." Nevertheless, neither of you makes any effort to put distance between you. Your shoes put you almost at eye level with him. Bucky grins and then kisses you again, your lips only touching for a brief moment, but this kiss somehow feels much more intimate than your previous make-out session. A smile creeps onto your lips without you being able to prevent it. Definitely due to the alcohol. The bartender brings you your drinks and the tequila shots with lemon and salt on a tablet. Bucky takes the drinks and you take the shots, then you go back to your table.

"And I thought you'd disappear home." Tony greets you with a grin.

"You are just jealous." you say.

"He's not jealous, he's horny. How long has Pepper been with her parents in Florida? 1 week or was it 2?" Bucky says. Tony grimaces.

“18 days,” he then answers.

"Ohh you're counting the days you little puppy."

"Shut up Romanoff and drink more." Tony reaches for the shot glasses and puts one in front of everyone. You clink glasses, lick the salt from your hands and then drink the tequilla. You quickly bite into the lemon and are happy that the tequilla taste is gone.

"The toilets are where?" Rick asks, Natasha had probably told him that you were here often.

"At the bar on the right and down the stairs." Vision replies. Rick nods, stands up and heads in that direction.

Your friends' eyes are immediately on you.

“What was that?” asks Wanda.

“Even I almost believed you.”

“Why do you look so good while making out?” says Tony. Bucky kicks him under the table. "That was a compliment."

“We wanted to be convincing.” you answer, blushing and taking a sip from your mojito. The fact that Bucky's hand is on your bare thigh again and his fingers are drawing small circles doesn't really help to remove the blush from your cheeks.

"You were convincing."

"A little too convincing." Tony wiggles his eyebrows. "

"Where is your fantasy goes now hm?." says Vision. Nat and you grimace.

"I dont want to know it."

"Like I'm some disgusting stalker or something. Your new boyfriend was staring like a creep."

"That's not true." Wanda defends Rick, but you can tell by the look in her eyes that she agrees with Tony.

"He's just worried about Bucky. Because we used to be together. And you're not really nice to him either."

"I hardly spoke to him."

"Exactly. And what was that about James?"

"That's my name?"

"No one calls you that."

"I've known the guy for less than two hours and you came to me and said he thinks I'm shit. Do you really think I'm acting out here like I am best friends with him." The two bitch at each other. You reach for Bucky’s hand to calm him down a bit.

"I didn't say he thinks you're shit. Just our friendship."

Bucky presses his lips together and tilts his head slightly. "That's a bad move on his part."

"He's just insecure."

"It's not my problem if he has complexes." then Bucky bites his lip and you know he almost said something mean.

"It's enough." Vision chimes in. "We're here to get to know him. And so far he's quite nice. A good guy Nat." he says in his diplomatic voice. Does he also talk to his students like that?

"Thank you Vis. Also for being so open with him." her gaze goes back to Bucky.

"I've said enough."

"He comes back. Laughs and acts like I said something funny."

"Everything you say is hilarious Tony."

“I love you too Y/N.”

The evening continues with endless conversations and bad jokes. It doesn't even take 10 minutes and Bucky and Nat have forgotten their little bickering. You drink another shot with the others, but when Tony orders the third round you are out and prefer to continue drinking your cocktail. Bucky doesn't leave your side the whole evening, every now and then he presses a kiss on your lips or cheek and when you lean against his shoulder he immediately puts his arm around you and strokes your shoulder with his fingertips. Why is he so good at playing this fake relationship? But actually it doesn't matter. It feels good somehow. You miss it sometimes, the light touches, brief glances and secret whispers. But after your last relationship ended in heartbreak a little over a year ago, you're staying away from men. Wanda and Vision are the first to say goodbye and after a while Tony also starts to yawn now and then. Nat and Rick have separated themselves from you a bit and are making out in the corner, which makes Bucky roll his eyes.

"I'm leaving before those two eat each other over there." says Tony. You giggle silly. Unfortunately, you completely forgot that you actually wanted to drink water and the alcohol went to your head.

"We should going home too." Bucky then says.

"Hey. Nat, Rick." The two break away from their kiss and look at you. "We are heading home now." says Tony.

"Alright. It was nice to see you." says Natasha. “Y/N can I call you tomorrow morning?”

"Yeah, just call when you're ready."

"It was nice meeting you guys." says Rick.

"Yes, I thought so too, hopefully we see you soon again." you answer.

"Yeah, it was nice." Tony also says and nods at him. Bucky doesn’t say anything but helps you get up. Tony leads the way through the crowded bar towards the exit and Bucky walks behind you, his hand is on your back again as he carefully pushes you after Tony. You notice how your feet are starting to hurt in your shoes and you're glad to be home soon. A look at your phone tells you that it's almost 2 A.M. Oops. You didn't want to stay that long. Outside you breathe in the warm night air.

“Taxi or walk?” Bucky asks you, he has his arm around you again and you lean against him.

"Taxi please my feet are hurting. Tony will you drive with us?"

"You live the other way, dear." laughs Tony.

"That's right. But you know, I only can the subway network, not cars."

"We can drive to my place, that's in the same direction." Bucky suggests.

"Uhh, so you take her home with you. Your relationship goes pretty quickly."

"Shut up ass." Bucky says and hits Tony lightly, but he just laughs.

"Let's be honest. You looking good together."

"But we're not together. Just best friends" You said, laughing at Tony's statement.

"Well bro, that must have hurt."

"Dude. Leave it." you don't see his look, but from Tony's reaction you can tell that Bucky is looking at him more angrily than amused. Tony nods and starts typing on his phone, a few minutes later a taxi pulls up. You get in and Bucky says his address, the driver nods and drives off. It's late or early, depending on how you look at it. But New York never sleeps, so there is still traffic on the streets. Although less than during the day. You shift a little in the seat until you're comfortable and listen to Tony and Bucky's conversation. The ride doesn't take long, and when the taxi stops in front of Bucky's building, you rummage through your bag for your wallet.

"I'll cover it." Bucky says, but this time you remain stubborn.

"No." you take the bill out of your pocket and give it to the driver. Then you say goodbye to Tony, and when Bucky raises his hand for a farewell handshake, you notice that he had his hand on your thigh the whole ride again. Why didn't you notice this before? Did you really drink that much? You shake your head and climb out of the taxi. He probably got so used to it all evening that he didn't even notice. The taxi continues to take Tony home. Bucky takes his key out of his pocket and you go inside. The elevator ride to Bucky's floor is silent, but not unpleasant. A few minutes later you are standing in his apartment. You slip off your shoes and flex your feet.

"You see, you didn't have to carry me home." you say.

"Lucky me." Bucky grins at you and then helps you out of your jacket, his fingers running over your shoulders. "Are you tired?" He asks as he hangs up your jacket for you. You throw your bag under the wardrobe.

"A little bit." you answer. Bucky also takes off his jacket and shoes. Then he comes to you and you lean against him. He takes you in his arms and strokes your hair. You breathe in his familiar scent. "Do you think we convinced him?" you ask quietly.

"I guess. What else could we have done?" Bucky laughs briefly. You shrug your shoulders.

"You were really clingy today." Bucky pushes you away a little to look you in the eyes.

"Too much?"

"No." you say quickly. "No, not at all. I thought it was kind of nice. Just unusual."

"Unusual?"

"Well, I don't know you like this at all."

Bucky shrugs and smiles. "But nice?"

"Yes. I sometimes miss the closeness you have when you're in a relationship. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I know what you mean. I thought it was nice too. You kiss well." You start to laugh and want to pull away from the hug, but Bucky holds you by your waist.

"Don´t." he whispers. Suddenly you become aware of the closeness between the two of you. But you're always close? Why do you suddenly have this tingling sensation under your skin? You feel the alcohol in your veins. You smell the alcohol on his breath. And the next moment his lips are on yours again. You don't know which of you kissed whom. You do not care. This kiss is different, there is no one here that you have to act for. There is no one here for you to practice for. His lips on yours are soft, warm and comfortable. Buck’s hand cups your cheek and his thumb gently strokes your cheek. You put your arms around his neck and press yourself against him. His tongue carefully pushes into your mouth. Alcohol, adrenaline and desire rush through your veins. The kiss quickly intensifies, your tongues battle with each other, Bucky wins. His hand moves from your hip back to your ass and when he grabs it you moan. You never realized how much you missed being touched like that. You break away from each other, breathless. You look into his blue eyes, you don't know what you're looking for, but all you see is desire.

"Doll." his voice sounds rough and dark.

"Bucks." You say and he swallows. You don't want to think, you just want him. So you lean forward again, capturing his lips with yours. Your tongue finds his. Bucky moans softly into the kiss and you swear you've never heard such a hot sound in your life. Your whole body burns with desire for him. The next time you break apart, you don't hesitate. You take his hand and pull him towards his bedroom. You know his apartment as well as yours. You know that behind the door a large bedroom and a neatly made soft bed await you. And that's exactly where you want to go. The bedroom door hasn't fully closed behind you when Bucky quickly threw you onto the bed. You giggle as the mattress bounces slightly, but the next moment Bucky is on top of you and his lips are on yours. You scratch his neck lightly with your nails and he moans softly again. His lips move to your neck and he places kisses there. Immediately you have goosebumps all over you, you tilt your head to the side to give it more space and pray that it doesn't leave any red marks. But you actually don't care. His hand slides under your dress. You push your body towards him.

"Take it off." He says breathlessly in your ear and then kisses your earlobe. You sit up slightly and allow your dress to be pulled over your head. You're lying in front of him in just your underwear, but it doesn't make you uncomfortable. Maybe because you drank too much, maybe because Bucky is your Bucky. "You know you're beautiful." He says, running his hands over your body. You notice the blush rising to your cheeks, but at the same time you want him to keep touching you. You want to feel his hands all over your body. You don't answer him but just kiss him again. This time your hands go under his shirt. You feel the muscles of his back under your fingers. You push the t-shirt higher. Bucky removes his lips from yours and pulls the t-shirt over his head. You have to swallow at the sight of his defined body. You know he's ripped. You've seen him without a shirt countless times, but still. God this man is handsome. Your hands move up his torso, caressing his neck and cheeks. Then you smile and pull him back down to you. His lips automatically find yours for an intense kiss. You feel his body against yours, his weight on top of you and as you wrap your legs around his body you feel his hardness against your core through his jeans and you moan again. This is much better than your imagination. But that's not a fantasy. This is reality. His hands are wandering over your breasts in a very real way. Bucky's hands. Your best friend's hands. Through the lust and the alcohol, a thought suddenly arises. This is your best friend! Your Bucky. You're crossing a line and when that happens you can't go back. Fantasy is one thing but reality is another. You feel panic rising in you and your body tense up. You want to push him away and say stop, but you don't have to. Bucky pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. His eyes are worried over your face.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks worriedly now. You shake your head, your throat is dry and you´re searching for the right words, but your brain is still stuck in a lust-drenched rigidity. Bucky sits up completely, pulling away from you and rubbing his face with both hands. Then he takes a deep breath. You finally manage to speak.

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize for anything."

"We can't Bucky. Oh shit." you pull your legs up to your body, trying to hide your half-naked body from him. Suddenly you feel uncomfortable. You feel tears welling up in your eyes. You're totally confused. Your head can't keep up with your feelings.

"Take it easy. Take a deep breath." His vocie is soft, but worried. You do as he says and then look back at him. You feel guilty and confused. Bucky gets up from the bed, turns to his closet and takes out one of his t-shirts. “Would you like to get dressed?” You nod. He hands you the t-shirt and you pull it over your head. The familiar smell of his detergent and the soft fabric on your skin calm you and you can finally think clearly again.

"I'm sorry." Bucky suddenly says now and you're confused again.

"What?"

"I'm sorry for harassing you. You're drunk and I took advantage of it. I thought you wanted it too."

"I wanted it! Bucky. No! Don't think like that. You didn't take advantage of me. I could say the same thing, you're drunk too." You are silent for a moment.

"Are you all right?" he asks, you can't quite interpret his look, he looks kind of sad, but that doesn't really fit.

"Yes, you?"

"Yes." he tries a smile, but it's a little crooked.

"It might be better if we go to sleep." you suggest. The situation makes you terribly uncomfortable. God, what have you done?

"Yeah, probably. Should I sleep on the couch?"

"Why? Do you want to sleep on the couch?" you've slept next to each other a thousand times. At some point you even developed the habit of cuddling a little before going to sleep.

"No. I just thought in case you needed some distance."

"I never need distance from you. If you want, you can sleep in the bed. Or I can sleep on the couch if you want." It's a strange atmosphere between the two of you, you both want to please the other without either of you really knowing what you want. Bucky sighs, slips out of his jeans and then puts on a fresh t-shirt. Meanwhile, you lie down under the blanket and are careful not to watch him change. Bucky slides into bed next to you.

"Sleep well, doll."

"Sleep well Bucks." Bucky presses the remote control on the nightstand and the light goes off. You lie in the dark and stare at the ceiling. Your thoughts revolve around the whole evening. About your kisses, about the touches. You felt good. You were happy. And it was nice. But that's how you always feel when you're with Bucky. Why is it so different this time? Because you kissed? But that was just for Natasha. That meant nothing. You almost slept with each other. But that's only because you've been making out all evening. Of course, this doesn't leave you unscathed. And you're drunk. You suppress a sigh and close your eyes. Tomorrow everything will be the same as before. Everything will be exactly the same as always! You fall asleep with this thought.

When you wake up, the bed next to you is empty. You turn onto your stomach, bury your face in the pillows and take a deep breath. You don't really feel rested, and one look at the alarm clock on the bedside table tells you why. It's not even 10 A.M. Why is Bucky already awake? You sit up and listen into the apartment, maybe he's taking a shower or something. But instead of the sound of water, you hear quiet voices. Bucky is talking to someone. Steve! You get out of bed faster than you thought you would.

"Bucky, do you really think this is a good idea?" You can hear the two of them talking muffled through the closed door.

"We help Natasha."

"Of course. You're so helpful and not at all selfish." Steve sounds sarcastic. But maybe you're just imagining it, after all you can only hear him faintly through the door. You quickly slip on one of Bucky’s sweaters. It is long enough to reach over your butt so you don't end up only in your underwear in front of Steve and then come out of the bedroom.

"Morning." You say as you step into the kitchen.

"Good morning Doll."

“Good morning Y/N.”

"Morning Steve, what are you doing here?"

"I brought coffee over. My run goes through Buckys street. I didn't know you were here otherwise I would have brought you one too."

"It's fine. Not like Bucks doesn't have a portafilter machine." You turn to the coffee machine and press the button so that the grinder starts grinding the beans.

“You are allowed to touch the holy coffee machine?”

"This is not a coffee machine, this...

"Is an Italian portafilter machine. We know." You and Steve interrupt Bucky at the same time. Bucky sighs but has to suppress a laugh.

"By the way, Tony filmed your smooch yesterday." Steve taps on his phone and the next moment you see you and Bucky making out at the bar. You feel yourself blushing.

"How childish."

"I think we look hot." Bucky says, pushing you by your hip to the sideand, taking the portafilter from your hand to clamp it into the machine and fill it with the freshly ground coffee. You roll your eyes.

"What's Rick like?" Steve then asks to change the subject. Bucky groans and rolls his eyes.

"Annoying."

"Nonsense. He's okay, I think."

"You think?"

"It was one evening and Nat likes him." the next moment your cell phone rings, Natasha. "Creepy." you accept the video call and in the next moment her face appears on your screen. "Good morning Nat." You say, leaning against the kitchen counter while Bucky finishes making your coffee and then fills your cup with oat milk. You know he always buys them especially for you and that makes you smile. God he's just the best.

"Good morning Y/N. I just got home."

"I am not that far yet." you turn the screen once so Nat can see Steve and Bucky, both of them giving her a quick wave. Then you turn the screen over again.

"How surprising." she says without meaning it. " But good I wanted to thank both of you. You really put on a good show yesterday."

“Sure thing, Nat.”

"It wasn't that bad." you kick at Bucky, but he pulls his leg away so you only hit the air.

"You can tell Rick in two weeks that we broke up." you then say back towards the phone.

"About that. He suggested we meet again on Wednesday for dinner. Like a double date." You roll your eyes.

"Nat!"

"I know, but I didn't know how to say no without lying. I don't want to lie to him."

"You should have thought about that beforehand." Steve says now. You give him a dirty look, it's none of his business.

“So Wednesday is fine?” You swipe away from the phone call to look at your calendar, but so far there's nothing scheduled for Wednesday other than work. "For me, yes." Bucky also looks at his cell phone calendar and then nods. "For Bucky too."

"Okay perfect. We were going to this new Italian place around the corner from me."

“That super fancy restaurant?” you ask.

"Yes, exactly." You sigh. Super fancy also means super expensive. A visit there would probably use up your entire going out budget for the month.

"Okay. See you Wednesday then." you say anyway. "Until Wednesday. And thank you again. I really owe you one. Love you."

"Love you. Bye Nat."

"Bye." Bucky and Steve call and than you end the call.

"I invite you, of course." Can Bucky read your mind? You blush slightly, but then nod.

"Thanks."

"Not for that, Doll." You don't actually earn less, but a lot of it goes towards renting your apartment. Natascha lives in one of her parents' apartments, so she doesn't pay rent and her parents also cover her tuition fees. Bucky earns more than you anyway and none of you can come close to Tony. It's not embarrassing that you don't have as much money as your friends, it's just annoying sometimes. You take a sip of your coffee. Buckys machine really is a thousand times better than that old thing in your kitchen.

"So guys. I have to go again. Peggy is waiting at home." Steve pushes his chair back and stands up. "It was nice to see you Y/N. Next time we'll be there again so we can chat longer."

"It was nice to see you too Steve. Love to Peggy."

"I will tell her." He says goodbye to Bucky with their signature handshake and then disappears from the apartment. You're alone with Bucky, you're sober and you suddenly remember your make out session in his bed you had yesterday. Damned. How embarrassing.

"I'm going to take a shower and then be on my way, don't want to bother you any more."

"You don't bother me, Doll. Ever." Bucky says. You try a smile, put down your almost full cup and escape to the bathroom. Maybe you can walk away from this awkward conversation. You're never embarrassed in front of Bucky, he's your best friend. You go through the ups and downs of your life with him, but yesterday. That was different and you don't want to think about it. Damn you were about to fuck him. You briefly go into the bedroom and open the wardrobe. You spend the night here so often that you have your own clothes here, you quickly get some fresh clothes and then disappear to the bathroom. As the hot water flows over your body, you take a deep breath. You try to sort out your thoughts. Everything was good between you right now. It wasn't strange. Everything as always. Or was it just because Steve was there? Should you address the situation yesterday? Or just stay silent and pretend everything is fine? Your mind wanders back to last night, to the feeling of his hands on your body. You quickly shake your head. You really can't use that now. You finish your shower, dry yourself off and change into your fresh clothes. You wrap your hair in a towel and as you step out of the bathroom, Bucky is standing directly in front of you. He was waiting for you.

“I know you Y/N and I know you want to run away, but we need to talk about yesterday.” You swallow. Damned! Were you drunk enough to pretend you didn't remember? No, unfortunately not. "Kitchen. There's breakfast." He says, nodding his head in that direction. You look at the front door, maybe you should just run. You realize how ridiculous this idea is and you admit defeat. You slowly follow him into the kitchen and sit at the table where Bucky has prepared breakfast. You grab a roll and Bucky gives you a fresh coffee. Then he sits down opposite to you. "So yesterday..." he begins, his voice sounds emotionless. You know that voice, that's his working voice. And you know he has a speech prepared. But you don't want to hear it. Everything in you is now reluctant to hear these prepared words. So you interrupt him.

"I think we should just forget about it. We were drunk, made out all night, so it's clear that we're kind of horny." He furrows his eyebrows, you can see that he doesn't like that you interrupted him, but he nods.

"If you want it that way." Now you're confused. You don't like the sentence, something is strange. But you can't quite put your finger on it.

"What do you want?"

Bucky opens his mouth, but he doesn't say anything. He takes a deep breath, looks at his plate and when he looks up again he smiles at you. But you know him too well. That's not his normal smile. It seems forced.

"Let's forget it." he then replies. Even though it was your idea, somewhere deep inside you are hurt. You quickly push the feeling away. You just want it to be like it used to be. It should be like yesterday morning. Before you made out.

"Good." you agree. The rest of breakfast passes in silence. Then you and Bucky clean up the kitchen. Your goodbye is kind of stiff and as you head home you still feel like something isn't right. You would like to call Natasha. She is your best friend. Normally you would call her now and talk to her about every second of last night. But Bucky is her ex-boyfriend. Yes, it was a long time ago. Yes, they're both obviously over it. Still, something inside you is resisting. You don't call her.

You don't hear from Bucky all weekend. That's not normal. But you don't call him either. Did you really ruin your friendship? God, what have you done? You just wanted to help Natasha. You spend the whole Sunday thinking about whether you should call her or not. But you don't. You know that Sundays are completely reserved for her studying and you don't want to disturb her. You're also embarrassed by the situation. Did you handle it wrong? Should you have listened to Bucky's speech? What is he really thinking? For the first time in almost three years, you feel like you don’t know what Bucky is really thinking. You don't feel like doing anything this Sunday. Bored, you lie on your sofa and stare at the switched off television. You tried to watch something, but it didn't interest you. You aren´t hungry all day, so you don´t eat anything ecept an slice of bread. Are you so old that a hangover lasts two days? Well actually you didn't drink enough to even have a hangover. You didn't even have a headache yesterday. You keep reaching for your phone, thinking about calling Bucky. But you don´t. You miss him. It feels like you had an argument. But you don't have. Or? Why can't you just call him? Because you're afraid it's weird. But it's weird already. God. What have you done? On Sunday evening, a few tears roll down your cheek before you fall asleep.

Monday morning comes too quickly and when your alarm goes off you briefly consider if you should call in sick. But that doesn't work. You still have way too much to do. So you get up, get dressed and head to work. You're just slumping into your office chair when your phone beeps. Bucky wrote you a message. Your stomach tightens. What's that supposed to mean? This is your best friend! Pull yourself together. You pick up your phone and open the message. "Call later? Work until 5." "Gladly." You answer, but you don't know what you want to say to him. What does he want? Since when has he been asking for phone calls? Usually he just calls. God you need to talk to someone. But you're so embarrassed by the whole situation. You've long since ruled out talking to Natasha about it. Wanda? No, she wouldn't really have any good advice for you. Wanda has fallen in love with every guy she has kissed so far. She loves the dream of true love. And with Vision she lives out this dream. Peggy? No, she's more Bucky's friend than yours. You sigh as you realize your last option. Tony. You need more friends. Nevertheless, you reach for your cell phone and call him.

"What gives me the honor?" he answers it after a short moment.

“Do you have anything planned during your lunch break?”

"My whole life is a lunch break." You already regret calling him and sigh. Tony must have heard you because his voice suddenly becomes serious. "What's up?"

"I have something to discuss."

"And why not with Nat?"

"Not an option."

"You're making me really curious. So lunch break. I'll pick you up at your office."

"Thanks Tony."

"See you later." After the phone call, you try to concentrate on your work but things are going slowly. You're happy when Tony writes you a message and says he's standing in front of the building. You quickly grab your things and your jacket, say goodbye to your colleagues for your break and go to the elevator. Tony knows well not to come inside your office. People treat you differently once they know you're friends with him. You noticed that clearly at your last job. As you leave the building, Tony is standing in front of you with a to-go box from his favorite Italian restaurant. You walk a little way to the nearby park, sit down at a fountain and start eating.

"So why did you want to talk so badly?" he asks curiously.

"It's because of Bucky."

"What about Bucky?"

"We kissed."

"I know. I filmed it."

"No. I mean after. In his apartment. In his bedroom. Half naked." Tony starts laughing.

“You guys fucked?”

"No! Almost, then we stopped and it's been weird ever since."

"Have you talked about it?"

"Just briefly. He had prepared a speech but I didn't let him finish and then we said let's forget it, everything is as usual. But I haven't heard from him since then, until this morning. He wants to call later."

Tony sighs and thinks a moment. “Did you stop or did he?”

"I. Why?"

"Then it's quite clear. Y/N. If a beautiful woman like you pushed me off the edge of the bed, I would also have a bruised ego."

“You think this is an ego thing?”

"I am very sure." You are relieved. So you haven't lost your friendship with him after all. "He'll probably only need a few days and then everything will be as before. Don't worry so much."

"Easier said than done. You know I'm an overthinker."

"And a people pleaser."

"Thanks." You say, rolling your eyes. Tony winks at you.

"How was it?"

"What?"

"Your almost fuck of course."

"Tony!" You say, slapping his arm.

"What? You wanted my advice and I just want my fair reward."

“Oh, your advice now comes with conditions?”

"Always have."

"And you wonder why no one asks you for advice. Oh yes, that was because of your character." Tony looks at you in shock for a moment and then starts laughing out loud.

"Good one. I'm proud." You rolled your eyes again. "So do I get the spicy details now or not?"

"No."

"It was worth a try." he then laughs.

"I hope everything goes well on the phone call." you then say and chew on your noodles.

"I'm sure. Otherwise, sit down together at the weekend and discuss everything calmly. Making out isn't the end of the world."

"Well we have to have everything sorted out by Wednesday at the latest."

"What's on Wednesday?"

"A fake double date with Nat and Rick."

Tony rolls his eyes. "I can't stand the guy."

"You just don't like him because he's not Bruce."

"That's not true!" Tony's look turns sad and you know he's thinking about his old lab partner. But he was so much more than that. Tony's best friend, Natasha's first love. You shake your head. You don't want to think about what happened to him, neither of you saw it coming. From one day to the next he was gone, and everything was different. You regret saying his name. Tony takes a deep breath.

"This is far too serious for me." You reach for his hand and try an encouraging smile. Tears gather in Tony's eyes, but he quickly blinks them away. "I miss him."

"I miss him too." You say. Tony takes a few deep breaths and then manages to smile again. He removes his hand from yours and claps his hands.

"You have to go back to the office." he then changes the subject.

"Are you sure?" Now you don't want to leave him alone.

"Yeah. I'll be fine. But I want an update tonight, your drama is much better than mine." You roll your eyes slightly, but you're glad that his low mood has been averted.

"You will get it." you say, getting up and throwing the empty food box into the nearest trash.

"Don't worry so much. Everything will be fine. Trust me, I'm a genius."

"But that doesn't mean you can see the future."

"Right, I can't do that yet. But I'm a man, just like James. Give him a little time until he realizes that his ego is getting in his way and everything is as usual." You want to believe him. And why should he be wrong?

"Thanks Tony. That really helped me."

"You´re welcome." He says, smiling genuinely at you. You hug each other goodbye and you head back to the office. After the conversation you can concentrate much better, you even manage to prepare everything for your project presentation. And that without overtime. You come home on time and put on comfortable clothes. You've just sat down on the couch with a cup of coffee when your cell phone rings. Bucky. You quickly answer your cell phone. "Hello."

"Hello." and then you both remain silent. Tears come to your eyes, maybe everything won't be okay after all. You hear Bucky take a deep breath. "I'm sorry. This is weird. It's weird between us." he speaks faster than you are used to from him.

"Yes, it is."

"I didn't want it like that. Never. And I know that in my bedroom was shit and that we didn't talk properly was shit too. I fucked up."

"No. When someone screwed up than it is me. I didn't let you finish on Saturday and left as soon as I could. I know it's only Monday but I miss you Bucks. It's so unusual for me not to talk to you for so long."

"It's unusual for me too. I miss you too." A ring at the front door makes you jump. "Will you open the door for me?" You quickly jump up from the sofa and open the door for him. You're so relieved to see him that you fall straight into his arms. You know that the last time you saw each other was only two days ago and that this dependence on your best friend is neither normal nor healthy, but you don't care about that at this moment. You're just happy to be able to hold him in your arms again. This time it doesn't feel strange, it feels right. You let him into your apartment and he throws keys and wallet into the small bowl on the dresser next to your door. Everything as usually. Then he puts his jacket aside and you sit together on your sofa.

"You wanted to say more to Saturday right?" you finally manage to gather enough courage to face the situation.

"Yeah, I thought about something before Steve came."

“Do you still want to say it now?” Bucky looks at you for a while, he seems to be thinking. Then he begins to speak.

"I wanted to say that I don't want our friendship to be affected by this little make out session. That nothing is as important to me as our friendship." he stops, takes a deep breath and looks around the room. But then his eyes find yours again, his look is serious. "But that's a lie." A hot burning sensation forms in your stomach. What? Before you can say anything, before you can even understand what he said, he's already talking again. "It's a lie Y/N. I've known this for a while. I don't know how many times I've talked to Steve about it. It's probably getting on his nerves terribly. But whatever, that's not the topic right now. I I really wanted to come here and tell you that everything is as usual but I can't. I don't want to. I don't want to keep lying. Shit. Kissing you, holding you in my arms, being allowed to touch you in front of everyone, This is all I've ever wanted. You're all I've ever wanted. I only had this for one evening but I can't go back. I'm driving myself crazy to think that none of this was real on your part. I love you. I love you for so long. I know you don't feel that way but I can't carry on like this. I'm sorry." You sit on your sofa and stare at him in shock. Did he really just say that? Your thoughts start racing. Everything has changed since the weekend and yet everything is somehow the same. You think about how you feel being around Bucky. Nobody makes you feel so comfortable. With him you can be completely you. You enjoy the closeness you have with him. Every hug. Every time you watch a movie together and cuddle. Every time you fall asleep in his arms. You can talk to him about anything. You can talk about the same thing a thousand times and he wouldn't complain. When you're with him you don't have to pretend. He saw you at your lowest points and helped you out. You saw him at his lowest points and built him back up. You always thought he was your soulmate, but platonic. Maybe your relationship isn't as platonic as you thought. You didn't see him for 2 days, thought you had lost him and felt like your whole world had collapsed. Have you ever felt that way about one of your friends? No of course not. You almost laughed at your own stupidity. How could you not realize that you love him? You lean in and place your lips on his. The feeling is so strange and at the same time so familiar. Bucky kisses you for a moment and then pulls away.

"Don't please. Don't do this because you think you have to." he swallows a few times, tears glistening in his eyes.

"I love you." You say. Now it's him who looks at you in shock.

"As your best friend?" he then asks uncertainly. Uncertain. Also a word that you wouldn't have associated with Bucky until today.

"No. I thought so. I thought you were my best friend. But that's not true. You're so much more. I love you Bucky and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner. I'm sorry we had to go through that drama. I'm sorry it took a fucking fake relationship for me to understand that I love you." you laugh and at the same time tears stream down your cheeks. How could you be so stupid? Now it's Bucky who leans in and kisses you. You wrap your arms around him, close your eyes and enjoy the kiss. He starts to laugh in the kiss and you laugh too.

"We're really stupid." He says, stroking your cheek.

"Yes." you take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. Your whole body is flooded with happiness. “So no more fake relationships?”

"No. No more fake." he kisses you again and then pulls you onto his lap in one quick movement. You put your arms around his neck and hug him.

"I love you." you repeat, how could you ever not say it to him?

"I love you."

Bucky stays with you, but you don´t get any further than the couch. You're too busy making out and laughing at your own stupidity.

"Steve will be happy, now I won't bother him anymore."

"I should probably apologize to him." You say while scratching his neck. Bucky is laying across your couch with his head in your lap. You've been like this thousands of times, but this time it's different. It's much better.

"I could have said something sooner."

"Why didn `t you?"

"I was afraid of losing you. I felt like a schoolboy falling in love for the first time. At first I thought it was just a phase, but it became more and more. When we kissed in the kitchen on Friday, I almost lock you up here and never let you out again." You start laughing and roll your eyes.

"Charming."

"Always." Your phone rings and you both jump. To be honest, you've forgotten that the world outside your apartment still exists. Bucky turns his head to the side to see who is calling you. "Why is Tony calling you so late?" He sits up and looks at you from the side, there is something in his gaze that you don't yet know. Jealousy.

"Why is my friendship with Tony suddenly a problem?" you ask confused, you've never seen him jealous before.

"It´s not " he says quickly. "I was just wondering why he was calling you so late."

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." he says openly. "I know I shouldn't, but I am."

"You've never been jealous before."

"I was jealous of every man near you. I just didn't let you see it." he confesses to you.

“Then why now?” you ask, you're not mad at him because he's jealous. It flatters you a little to be honest.

"Because you're mine now." he says smiling. You grinned at him, leaned in and kissed him. Your cell phone stops ringing.

"I went on a lunch break today and asked him for advice because of you. I was afraid I would have destroyed our friendship. But he said you only had a scratch ego because I didn´t sleep with you and everything will be back to normal in a few days."

"He was wrong."

"Yes he was. He wants an update from our phone call." You have to laugh at the thought of how everything has changed in just a few hours, everything has become so much better.

"Then call him back." grins Bucky. You pick up your phone from the table and press call back. The next moment Tony's face appears on your phone screen.

“And was I right or was I right?” he asks into the phone without greeting. "Has Mr. Ego recovered?" Before you can answer, Bucky slides into the Screen.

"Mr. Ego?" Tony winces.

"Dude. You know I hate jump scares." You start laughing again. “What are you doing at Y/N’s house so late?” Why does he have to be so nosy? You and Bucky exchange a quick look. And you know you think the same thing. Why lie? Why keep something that feels so beautiful and so right secret?

"I'm spending time with my girlfriend." Bucky replies.

"GIRLFRIEND?" Tony screams into the phone and you hold the phone away. You didn't expect such a sudden outburst of emotions from him.

"Yep." you say. Tony starts laughing uproariously.

"I didn't expect that."

"Always good for a surprise."

"I'm happy for you and I said you look good together. "

"Thanks Tony."

"Then I won't bother you any further."

"We haven't told anyone else yet." You say quickly before Tony tells everyone the news.

"I'm quiet, don't worry, lovebirds."

Tuesday morning you would like to call in sick again, but this time for a different reason. Bucky kisses your cheeks as light as a feather, his beard tickles slightly and his hands stroke your hips under your t-shirt. Or more likely under one of his old t-shirts that you wear to sleep. "I have to get up and take a shower. Otherwise I'll be late." you laugh but kiss him again. You don't want to get up. You would much rather spend the whole day here in bed with him.

"Then be late."

"Then I'll be fired."

"Doesn't matter." his lips find your neck and he kisses you. You bite your lip to keep from moaning. You gather all your self-control and push him away from you.

"I have to work." He grimaces, sighs, and then rolls off of you.

"You're right as always." You quickly climb out of the soft bed before you change your mind and head towards the bathroom. You definitely need a shower after last night. A look at the clock tells you that you have still enough time. Thank god.

"Are you coming?" you call into the bedroom.

"What?"

"Showering." You hear him jump out of bed and the next moment he's in the bathroom with you. His lips on yours again. You start to laugh, but when his hands go under your sleep shorts you moan.

You stand in front of your closet and tilt your head to the side. Then you look back at the picture Natasha sent you of her outfit and back into your closet. You don't quite have the right outfit, so you'll be a little underdressed. You get dressed, do your make-up and your hair. Just as you're done, the doorbell rings. A happy smile spreads across your face and your heart flutters. Bucky. You quickly open the door.

"You look great." You say, he is wearing a dark shirt and pants. But he's rolled up his sleeves and you have to swallow when you look at his muscular underarms. When did you become a horny teenager?

"That's my text Doll." He says and kisses you. "Here for you." he pulls out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. You beam at him.

"Thanks. That wouldn't have been necessary."

"It's our first real date. Unfortunately we have to spend it with Rick, but still." You hit him on the upper arm. He and Tony could really open a we-hate-rick club. And that even though they don´t really know him. He kisses your cheek. You take the flowers and look for a vase in the kitchen. You fill it with water and place the flowers on the table in the living room so that they get enough light. Then you turn in a circle in front of Bucky so he can see you from all sides.

"And are you going out with me like that?" He grabs your hips and pulls you close.

"I would love to stay here with you like this." You start laughing, biting your bottom lip and looking at him with wide eyes.

"And then?"

"Stop it." he pushes you away from him, laughing. "But something is missing." he then says seriously again. You turn to the mirror and examine your outfit and make-up. Does he not like it? Maybe other shoes? Or another make-up? "I can hear you thinking." you turn back to Bucky, he is standing in front of you with a mischievous grin. "That's missing." He pulls out of his trouser pocket a silver chain set with small sparkling stones.

"Oh Bucks. No. I can't accept that." you say. You don't want him to give you anything. He's already taking you to an overly expensive restaurant today.

"Yes you can." He comes behind you and pushes your hair to the side to put the necklace on you. His hands then stroke your bare shoulders and he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade.

"It is too much."

"It's not. Otherwise, consider it a gift for your promotion." You start laughing.

“I didn’t get promoted.” Your presentation went really well yesterday and your boss put you in charge of the project. Normally you are only responsible for the preparation and then have to hand everything over. This is a great opportunity for you. Of course Bucky was the first person you called afterwards.

“You get more money?”

"Correct."

"And more responsibility?"

"Yes."

"Sounds like a promotion to me."

"But my job title remains the same."

"Formalities." You sigh but smile at him. You are so full of happiness that you can't believe it yourself.

"Thanks Bucky. For the flowers, for the necklace. For you. Just thank you."

"You don't have to thank Y/N. You make me so happy."

"You make me happy." You kiss him and fold your arms behind his neck. Bucky smiles against your lips. Then he breaks away from you.

"Come on now, Doll. Otherwise we'll be late."

"You're right." You say, turning around and reaching for your bag. Bucky slaps your ass lightly in the next moment. You gasp in mock outrage. "Stop it." He clicks his tongue and grins.

"Don't pretend you didn´t like it." You roll your eyes, laugh, and then head for the door. How grown up. You meet Nat and Rick in front of the restaurant, so Bucky came to you with his car, he parked right in front of your apartment and of course he has a parking ticket stuck to the windshield. He takes it off as he walks around the car to open the door for you. You collapse into the comfortable leather seat and Bucky throws the ticket to the others.

"At some point they'll take away your driver's license."

"Nonsense. I pay my traffic tickets diligently." You roll your eyes and he starts the engine. "And even if I do, you can drive me around."

"I don't have a driver's license." You've lived in New York your whole life. So why get a driving license?

"I know." he merges into the traffic and you arrive at the restaurant on time. You reach for the door handle, but Bucky lightly pecks your side. "Wait." He gets out, comes around the car and opens the door for you.

"Gentleman."

"Always. I'm just the perfect boyfriend." He really is. You started to worry if things would be different between you now, but they aren't. He's still your Bucky except he's also your boyfriend. Bucky hands the key to the valet-parking and you look down the street to see where Nat and Rick are. You feel yourself getting nervous. You haven't told Nat about your relationship with Bucky. You've only been together for three days. Still, something like that is actually something you tell her straight away. But he is still her ex-boyfriend. It seems forbidden to you. Your best friend's ex-boyfriend is normally absolutely taboo. You're sure she won't be mad but still. It makes you nervous. Bucky places a hand on your back. "What is it?"

"I didn't tell Nat." He knows exactly what you mean, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Because you're unsure if it'll hold?"

"No!" you say quickly. "No, not at all. It's just you're her ex." Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Hardly worth mentioning.”

"I know, I know. Still, I have no idea why I tink like that. I want to tell her. But I haven't had the chance yet. And now I can´t because Rick is with us. I'll tell her tomorrow."

"Take all the time you need, Doll." he kisses your cheek and smiles. Then you see Natasha and Rick come around the next corner. Your best friend looks stunningly beautiful as always. But her face looks a little tense. She doesn't hold Rick's hand either. The two walk stiffly next to each other. "Looks like a crisis." A mean grin appears on Bucky's face. You hit him lightly in the stomach with your elbow. "Ouch."

"That didn't hurt."

"It could have ."

“But it didn’t.” you suppress a grin.

"I'm sorry you had to wait." Natasha greets you and pulls you into a tight hug. Then she hugs Bucky too while you greet Rick with a smile and a handshake. Bucky just nods at him.

"No problem, we just arrived." you say. You go inside the restaurant and, thanks to your reservation, you are taken straight to a table. Bucky pulls the chair back for you and you grin at him as he sits down next to you. He immediately grabs your hand and you interlace your fingers together. Natasha and Rick sit across from you and the waitress brings the menus. You notice that there are no prices on your menu and you're kind of glad that you don't know how much this costs.

"How was your presentation?" Nat asks.

"Good. Really good. I can lead the project until the end." you answer her, feeling a little proud of yourself.

"That's great Y/N. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks." Natasha smiles at you, suddenly her eyes go to your neck. Did Bucky leave a hickey? No he didn't. You checked as you put on your dress. The necklace. Nat knows all your jewelry so she knows it's new. But she doesn't say anything. You continue to talk. It's much quieter in the restaurant than in the bar on the weekend, so you get to know Rick a little better. With each of his answers, Bucky seems to likes him less and you also find it a little difficult to find similarities between him and Nat. He has other hobbies, isn't interested in environmental protection like Natasha is, and he is showing off a little too much for your taste. But Natasha must like him, not you. You notice a tense atmosphere between Nat and Rick, but maybe you're just imagining it. Before dessert you excuse yourself to the toilet.

"I'm coming with you." says Natasha. Bucky gives you both a pleading look. You press a kiss to his cheek.

"Be nice." you whisper silently.

"A new necklace?" Natasha asks when you reach the toilets.

"Yes from Bucks."

"He gives you jewelry?" she asks, surprised and confused.

"Yes, because my presentation went so well." She doesn't believe you. Of course not. You don't believe yourself. You desperately want to tell her, but now is neither the right time nor the right place. You both quickly go to the toilets. "What about you and Rick?" you ask as you wash your hands. Nat rolls his eyes.

"So obvious?"

"Yes."

"We argue a bit. But that's normal." She tells herself, you notice that immediately.

"Yes, it is." you still agree with her. You wish her that she can finally be happy again. And arguments in a relationship are normal!

"What do you think of him?"

"He's nice. I've spoken to him a bit more now than I did at the weekend."

“Just nice?”

"Well, yes. Very nice. But it is only important what you think." You go back to your table, from far away you see Bucky and Rick having a staring contest. Bucky doesn't even blink.

"Bucky hates him." Natasha says and sights.

"He doesn't know him."

"And he doesn't try to get to know him." You don't know what to say because she's right so you just sigh. You come back to the table and you immediately reach for Bucky’s hand again. He smiles, but doesn't take his eyes off Rick. How grown up. You feel Natasha kick Bucky under the table. He doesn't flinch, but he looks over at her and smiles.

"Who wants dessert?" he asks without making a face and waves the waiter over. Natasha's eyes cast daggers at him. You bite your cheek to suppress a laugh.

You complete the last half hour of the dinner and as you sit in Bucky's passenger seat you breathe a sigh of relief. Dinner was tiring. Rick is exhausting.

"I'll be honest, I hate him." Bucky says and puts on his turn signal. You sigh.

"He won't become my favorite person." you half agree with him. The car starts moving and you press the button to roll down the window. The warm car air mixes with the even warmer city air and you blow a strand of hair from your forehead. Bucky looks at you and smiles.

"You're beautiful."

"Look at the street." You say, but his compliment gives butterflies in your stomach and makes you blush.

"To me or do you want to go home?" he asks.

"To you." you answer him. "Or do you want an evening alone?"

"I don't know if I'll ever want an evening to myself again when the alternative is an evening with you."

The next afternoon you stand nervously outside Natasha's lecture hall. It's her last one for the day, you know that. You got off work early today, went to university and bought bad coffee for you and Nat at the street stand. You definitely have to tell her today. The necklace made her suspicious, you know that and you want to tell her. Why should you be afraid of her reaction? You know yourself that it is irrational. The doors open and a bunch of students stream outside. You recognize Natasha's red head of hair straight away and start waving. When she sees you she is surprised. You didn't tell her you were coming to pick her up. She comes to you and you hug.

"Hey Y/N. What are you doing here?" she asks as you hand her the coffee, which is probably cold by now.

"Picking you up." You leave the building. Natasha is skeptical, you can tell by her look.

"What's bothering you?" you ask as you make your way towards her apartment.

"What makes you think something is bothering me?" you ask.

"You were a bit strange at dinner and now you're picking me up from university?" You sigh. Why does she know you so well?

"Something happened." Natasha looks at you worried. "On Friday." you don't really know how to start. You can't find the right words. You sigh. There's no point in talking around it. "On Friday night when I was at Bucky's we kissed and almost slept with eachother." Natasha furrows her eyebrows and then starts to laugh.

"God Y/N, you look like you just told me that my grandma died. It's all good. Did you think I was mad? Not because of that. Bucky and I broke up years ago." You're relieved to hear that, but you haven't said everything yet. "If you want to sleep with him then go for it. From what I remember he's really good." Nat puts an arm around your shoulder and grins at you from the side.

"I know." She stumbles in her movement.

"Y/N. Tell me the whole story! Now." she demands. Now you don't know if she's mad or not. Her face reveals nothing. You sigh and tear off the patch.

"We talked about it briefly on Saturday and I said I wanted to forget it. Bucky was weird and we didn't talk at all on Sunday. I wanted to call you but I know you're studying on Sunday and I was so embarrassed and scared that you're mad because he's your ex.."

"If you call him my ex-boyfriend again I'll scream. I'm over it, he's over it. We're friends!" She interrupts and you bite your lip.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you."

"You're always apologizing for something. But you haven't said for what yet."

"Yeah, I know. I... I.... Oh fuck it. Bucky came over on Monday and confessed to me that he loves me and then I realized that I love him too and now we're together. A real couple. A real relationship." you talk so fast that you're gasping for air by the time you finish. Nat just looks at you for a moment. Fear rises within you. Is she angry after all?

"Yes. Oh my God. How could I be so blind. Of course."

"What ?" you are completely confused. Natasha pulls you into a tight hug. She doesn't care that you're standing in the middle of the sidewalk and people are bumping into you and cursing at you.

"I was thinking. How could I not notice. You're both my best friends and I didn't realize you were into each other. I feel stupid."

"Well, I didn't notice it myself." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "I just thought Bucky and I were really good friends." Natasha starts laughing and you join in. "You are not mad?"

"No. Not at all. I'm happy for you. And for him. Really."

"Thanks Nat. I was really scared." Nat tilts his head slightly and sighs.

"I'm always your best friend. No matter what happens." You smile at her. "Come on, we'll be at my place in a moment and then I want to hear every little detail about this love confession. It must have been really good." You laugh briefly and then let her drag you along to her apartment.

Natascha's message comes on Friday afternoon as you are leaving your office and looking forward to a relaxing weekend. You're planning on going to your grandma's with Bucky tomorrow morning. Also because, unlike you, he has a car and you don't have to take the train. And of course because you want to introduce him to your grandma as your new boyfriend. Your mother would be there too. Natasha's message changes your plans. At least when it comes to leaving early. "Girls' night. Today I have vodka and ice cream. Nothing else." You furrow your eyebrows and know that something must have happened. Voda and ice cream is Nat's recipe for broken hearts. You quickly answer her that you will be with her in 2 hours. Then you dial Bucky's number.

"Hey doll."

"Hey Bucks. I have to cancel our DVD night."

"What happened?" he asks, slightly worried.

"Nat demanded a girls' night .An ice cream with vodka problem."

" Sounds serious."

"I don't know yet. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course, totally fine. We've seen each other every evening this week, now it´s Nat's turn. Should I pick you up tomorrow morning and we'll drive straight to your grandma's?"

"Sounds perfect. Thanks Bucky, you're the best."

"I know. Have a nice evening. I love you."

"I love you." The words come so easily from your lips that you wonder how you couldn't have realized that you love him. God you are so stupid. You hang up and head home. There you put on some comfortable clothes, pack a few things and head straight back to Natashas apartment. When you arrive, Peggy opens the door for you. You look at her surprised and pleased.

"You live." you grin and throw your arms around her neck. She laughs and presses herself against you.

"I missed you too."

"Are you feeling better?" you ask and have to suppress a grin because you know exactly why she was “sick” for so long.

"Yes, much better. Thanks." You put your bag down and walk through the long hallway to Nat's living room. She has already pushed the couch aside and laid out blankets and pillows in front of the huge television. Wanda sits on the floor next to Natasha. You greet them both with a hug and then collapse next to them.

"I ordered you a spinach pizza." Peggy says as she sits down next to you.

"Thanks. What happened Nat?" Your best friend wrinkles her nose. She has no make-up on and her eyes are bloodshot. She had cried.

"Rick and I broke up." You and Wanda exchange a quick look after Nats words. Then you turn to her.

"Oh what a shame."

"I'm sorry for that."

"You fit together so well."

"Fucking liars! None of you liked him and Peggy didn't even know him." she starts laughing and then crying. And then both at the same time. You quickly hug her and Wanda and Peggy also wrap her arms around her so it becomes a group hug. Natasha cries for a while and then takes a long sip from her vodka bottle. The smell alone makes you sick. Nat takes a few deep breaths. "Now it's proven Bruce was my last love." she says sadly.

"No! Nat. He was your first love but definitely not your last." you contradict her.

"Yes, exactly." agrees Peggy.

"But then why didn't it work again?"

"Because Rick was an ass?" Wanda suggests. "

"He just wasn't right for you."

"But at some point the right one comes along." Peggy adds.

Natasha looks at all of you and then smiles. "Thanks." She says and then wipes away her tears. "Enough crying about Rick."

"Exactly men are not worth our tears." you say. Nat laughs briefly.

"It doesn't sound honest coming from you. You're in love head over heels."

"Nat!"

Wanda looks at you in surprise, but you know from Peggy's grin that she already knows. Steve is such a gossip girl.

"You have a boyfriend? Since when and who?" Wanda asks.

"Since Monday." you answer, smiling. "Bucky." "

I knew you were too convincing. Best friends never make out like that." she exclaims. You start laughing.

"We're drinking now." Natasha decides and holds up the vodka bottle. Wanda reaches past her for a few glasses and juice. Unlike Nat, none of you like straight vodka. Natasha shares her bottle of vodka with you and when she hands the cup to Peggy you swallow. Oh no. .

"I can't." says Peggy.

"Why not? It's girls' night."

Peggy takes a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

"WHAT?" shouts Wanda.

"Oh my God."

"How surprising." You say, looking to the side because you can't suppress a grin.

"Are we happy?" Natasha asks uncertainly.

"Yes, we are happy. We are very happy." Peggy replies, laughing. This time it's her who gets a group hug. "And Y/N don't pretend. Bucky has known since day one and I'm sure you've known since day two. You suck at lying." Peggy says after you break away from the hug and lightly pushes you on the shoulder.

"He kept quiet until last week. I swear."

“So just juice for Peggy,” says Natasha and makes her another glass. "We'll toast anyway. To the first love and the last love." You toast and drink. To first love and last love. A nice toast actually.

You sprint out of your office. You're way too late and you hate yourself for it. But you couldn't leave earlier, your project is going well but a few things had to be finished today. You are responsible, so you take personal care. As you walk through the streets you rummage through your pocket for your cell phone. You actually wanted to go home after work, but then you would be even later for the dinner with your friends. You meet in 10 minutes and you are still 30 minutes away from the restaurant. You call Bucky.

"I just left the office." You say breathlessly as he answer the call.

"I thought so, I'm already on my way to the others. Should I come pick you up?"

"No, no. Then you will drive past the restaurant, I'm just a little late. But I'll hurry up."

"Take it easy, Doll. Take a deep breath. Being late isn't the end of the world."

"But it's rude." "

I bet you you'll get there before Tony and because he and Pepper invited us out you'll be on time."

"It doesn´t work like that." you laugh, but your steps slow down a little.

"It works exactly the way we want it to. Now breathe in and out deeply." You do what he says. "Better?"

"Much better. Why are you so perfect?" Bucky laughs quietly.

"I've waited for us for so long. I'm doing my best now." Your heart flutters at his words.

"You're perfect. The perfect boyfriend. I love you."

"I love you too. I'll see you soon, Doll."

"See you soon." Unfortunately, when you arrive at the restaurant, Pepper and Tony are already there. You are the last and the only one still wearing your work clothes. "I'm so sorry guys. I was stuck at work."

"It's okay Y/N. Don't stress. It's nice that you make it." Pepper smiles at you. She only came back two days ago. That's why you're eating together this Thursday. And this time you are complete again since a long time. You hug Pepper.

"Good to see you." You say and greet the others before you sit down next to Bucky and press a kiss on his lips.

"Hey Bucks." you say.

"Hey, Doll. See, I say being late isn't a bad thing."

"Why do you act like you're together when Rick and Nat have broken up?" Vision asks confused and looks between you and Bucky.

"Oh shit, I forgot to tell you." Wanda says, slapping her hand on her forehead. You all start laughing. Yes, maybe everything is different now, but somehow the same.

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Second Chance Master List

Cover art designed by my girlfriend Taylor P.

Summary: You’ve never known your father it was information that you didn’t need to know. Your mother gave you everything you needed and more. But after your mother was killed in a car accident and you find a box filled with information about the man you never thought about; your father. Tony Stark. But you don’t feel the need to reach out until you were diagnosed with cancer and you need his help.

Please note I am not a doctor and a lot of the medical stuff will be from my own research and personal experience (my mother had breast cancer). So if I get some stuff wrong, I am sorry. I don’t mean to offend anyone.

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Setting

This story takes place in April 2024. Our MC is 27 years old and was not part of the Blip. This is a very much a everyone lives/no one dies AU where the events of the MC happen.

There will be flashbacks and those will be italicized

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Chapter List

Chapter 1 Chapter 11

Chapter 2 Chapter 12

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Discussion

All posts regarding this story will be tagged as #SeondChance. Please feel free to ask me questions!

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#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #tony stark x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x pepper potts #tony stark #pepper potts #pepper potts x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x bucky barnes #kate bishop x america chavez #steve rogers x sam wilson #wanda maximoff x vision

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𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞

summary ─ “i thought we were going to share her, barnes.”

pairings ─ dilf!neighbor!pornstar!bucky barnes x reader x milf!pornstar!natasha romanoff

warnings ─ smut, +18, threesome yo, oral sex (f receiving), anal sex, strap ons, kissing, cockring, nipple play, natalia is indeed blowing the reader’s mind eheheeh, james is losing it lol, dirty talk, pet names, reader is being sandwiched between james and natasha, fluff, found family trope is real :’)

a/n ─ hi! i’m back with a part three. many of you asked for a part where natasha was involved, so i thought i could give you guys this little piece of heaven <333 lol.enjoy this 8.5k monster! i’m sorry it took me too long to write and post it :( hope you like it! thank you so much for all the love you’ve shown for the previous parts <33 please leave comments if you like it! thank you <333

part one ─ part two

You were baking cookies with Anya when James stepped into his apartment with Natasha behind him. Anya shrieked happily as she launched herself into the arms of her mother. Natasha chuckled and hugged her, arms tight around her tiny body and her face hidden into the crook of her daughter’s neck. You smiled at the sight.

“Hiya, pumpkin,” James murmured to Anya, kissing her forehead and petting her head before he made his way to you. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, pressing a chaste kiss and cuddling you up in his arms. Your smile widened as you leaned against him and kissed his jaw.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “Hey, handsome.” James rumbled happily, rubbing his scruff covered face against your neck. You giggled lightly.

“What are you guys making?” Natasha asked. Anya was still in her arms a couple minutes ago; their hair color matching, they looked cuddly and warm hugging like that. It was so easy to see their similarities when they were cuddling around you like that. You felt something tugging the strings of your heart at the thought of that and blinked away the tears that suddenly filled your eyes.

“Uh, cookies,” you said, tearing your eyes away from them. “Anya asked very nicely, and I was craving sweets,” you added, shrugging. James snorted lightly right next to your ear.

“When do you not crave sweets?” He asked fondly. You rolled your eyes, elbowing him lightly. He chuckled. “I’m not complaining,” he said, raising his hands in the air as a peace offering. You frowned, missing the heaviness of them on your body. “Thanks to your ‘cravings’, I get to eat cookies whenever I want.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes again.

“I thought it was you who was supposed to bake me sweets,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “Somehow our roles are reversed.” James smiled at you way too innocently, and you pushed his stupid face away. He chuckled.

“Fine, I’ll bake you some cupcakes tomorrow, a’right?” He asked. You shrugged. He let out a soft ‘aww’ and scooped you up in his arms, plastering his body to yours. You sighed. “Yeah?” He peered up at you, his cheek resting against your shoulder. You nodded. “Good.” He kissed your neck. You shivered.

“I thought we were going to share her, Barnes,” Natasha grumbled behind you, making you almost choke on your spit. James’ body tensed momentarily, and then he let out a huff. “I know you went on your fourteenth date,” she added. You pressed your lips tightly to stop yourself from smirking. “You said we can share her after the tenth.” She walked up to you both, sans Anya, and leaned forward on her elbows on the counter. “I’ve been patient.”

“Christ, Nat,” James grumbled. Then, he paused. “I know what I said,” he added. “I keep my words, you know that, and there is a reason you came home with me today.” It was your turn to tense. James pressed a kiss on your shoulder.

“Um,” you started with a low voice just in case if Anya was nearby. “What are you sluts planning?” You asked them. “And I mean sluts with my sincerest, fondest, horniest feelings.” James laughed while Natasha grinned, her green eyes were shining with amusement. James nuzzled into your nape.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a low, slightly raspy voice. “We are not going to do anything you’re against.” He kissed the skin under his lips, and you shivered. “We are not going to bite until you ask us to.” You shivered once again. Natasha watched you with hungry eyes; her light green eyes blended into a darker tone of it. You cleared your throat when you heard quick, small steps approaching to the kitchen.

“Mama!” Anya barged in. “I’m ready. Are they here yet?” Natasha smiled at her daughter. Anya was going to have a sleepover at one of her kindergarten friend’s place, and their parents offered to pick her up on their way home. Anya was excited because it wasn’t every day event that happened to her.

“They should be here any minute, baby,” Natasha murmured. “You got everything you need?” She asked then, and peered inside her little bag, checking if she packed her pajamas, toothbrush and paste, and all the other things she might need over there. Just as Natasha made sure that she was alright, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” James said. “Help her put on her coat?” He asked you, smiling when you nodded. “Nat, her shoes are supposed to be in there,” he pointed at the small closet by the door. You grabbed her small coat and helped her put it on with her bag. Natasha brought her shoes as James opened the door and greeted the parents. In under a minute, Anya was at the door.

“Be good, okay?” James murmured, kissing her forehead. Anya nodded. Natasha stroked her cheek gently.

“Call us if you need us to pick you up,” she added, and Anya murmured an ‘I will’. Then, she looked at you as if she expected you to say something like her parents did. You swallowed and put on a smile because it warmed you that she thought about you in that way.

“Have fun, ruby,” you said. “Gossip. I’ll get the deeds from you later.” You winked at her. Anya giggled, nodding. All of you bid your goodbyes, and Anya left. You stood where you were for a minute while James closed the door and locked it. “It’s so quiet when she’s not around. It’s weird,” you mumbled. Natasha and James laughed.

“I know,” James said. “I felt empty and didn’t know what to do when she went away for the first time.” He shrugged. “’s kinda why I got that asshole,” he said, pointing at Alpine. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t call him asshole,” you whined. “I’m gonna call him that out loud one day when Anya is around and gonna have to explain it.” James snickered. You ignored him. “Besides, Alpy isn’t an asshole, right, boy?” You asked him, and Alpine let out an approving mrow. “Damn right, he says.” Natasha shook her head with a fond look on her face.

“Dunno where you found her but I want one,” she said. You felt your face warming up. James smiled, his long fingers stroking the back of your hand. “She’s chaotic and puts up with your bullshit,” Natasha added, shrugging. “You don’t happen to have a sister or brother, do you?” You shook your head.

“Nah, sorry,” you said, but paused. “I do have a friend, though.” Natasha raised a curious eyebrow on the air. “He’s… a mess. Probably more chaotic than me, but he’s a good guy.” Natasha hummed. She walked up to where you and James were standing.

“Maybe you’ll introduce us after we’re done with you tonight,” she whispered. Her green eyes were burning with a dark fire in them. You breathed in shakily. Natasha stepped into your personal space, her nose touching yours and her lips brushing against your own, she tilted her head to her side a little. “You’re gonna be so fun to take apart, aren’t you?” She murmured. You tightened your hold on James’ hand, and he gave you an assuring one in return.

“She’s vocal,” James whispered, but his words were for Natasha. “You like your partners being vocal,” he added. As he talked, his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your nape, making all the hair on your body raise.

“I’m in charge, though,” James said, suddenly his voice was serious and mean and controlling. “You’re just a guest whom we decided to let you join us for the night.” He pulled back. You craned your neck to look at him. His blue eyes were dark, face tense and stare commanding. His focus was on Natasha. “Anything she doesn’t want, anytime she says ‘stop’, you are to pull back, not to touch and leave my apartment if necessary. Understood?” Natasha nodded. “Verbal answer, please.”

“Understood,” she said. Her voice was equally serious. You licked your lips as you watched them look at each other for a couple seconds before James turned to you.

“Why don’t you go to the bedroom and get freshen up a bit, hm, love?” He offered. “We’ll finish up in here and join you.” You nodded, and he kissed you sweetly on the lips, making you sigh. “Take your time if you need to.” You nodded again. He kissed you again and watched you leave with a fond look in his eyes.

“I’ll be careful with her, I promise,” Natasha murmured. She knew him the best, knew what he was thinking and what he was afraid of. “We’ll go easy on her, and I’ll listen to whatever you say.” She paused. “You won’t hear me saying that again, by the way.” James’ lips curled up for an amused smile. Natasha rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” James chuckled softly.

“Thank you,” he said. His voice was sincere and full of emotions. You were someone very special in his life after Anya, and he didn’t want to do something stupid and lose you. James wasn’t sure if he could survive from that. So, he was going to be as careful as he could just in case.

“Stop fretting,” Natasha said. “You’re gonna ruin the mood if you keep thinking hard.” James sighed. Natasha was right, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself. Holding his hand, Natasha gave him a squeeze. “It’s going to be alright, James,” she whispered.

James nodded. “I know.” He felt like a kid, all pouting and whining, but… He sighed again. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “Let’s get some snacks and water, and maybe clean up here.” Natasha’s eyes held his for a while, but then she nodded, following him to the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn’t too messy. The cookies were mostly ready, and Natasha only had to spend seven minutes to finish them and put them in the oven─ the cookies would need only twenty or so minutes to bake. It would be a good snack after they were done, she thought as she washed the bowls and plates; James was busy tidying up the counter. When they were done, they walked towards the bedroom together, too. Both of them had water bottles in their hands, and Natasha was carrying a small amount of chocolate and a tiny bowl of dried fruit.

“Don’t forget the cookies,” James murmured. Natasha made an approving sound and murmured that she wouldn’t. They prepared the bed while listening to the sounds of water coming from the bathroom. James stripped the bed from the duvet and arranged the pillows. He had some condoms and lube ready just in case. Natasha had brought some toys although James had some of his own.

They spent some time arranging things, getting the bed and stuff ready, and when Natasha checked the clock, eighteen minutes had already passed by. “Hey,” she said. “Why don’t you check up on her and I’ll get the cookies out of the oven?” James nodded. Natasha padded out of the bedroom as James made his way to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

“Sweetheart?” He called softly. “Can I come in?” He heard a muffled ‘sure’ and turned the doorknob. It revealed a naked you, wrapped in only a towel around your body. “Hey.” You hummed. You were putting on some lotion on your body, hands rubbing on your arms, legs and thighs. James picked up a smaller towel and placed it on your hair to take the excess water from it. You hummed again. “Ready?” He asked, looking at you through the mirror. You nodded. “Anytime you want to stop, just say so, okay?” You nodded again, murmuring a soft ‘okay’. Bucky smiled.

Walking out of the bathroom with only a towel around your body had you squirming; Natasha and James’ dark eyes weren’t helping, but they were making you feel hotter each passing second. You knew that James would do everything he could to make this a great experience for you, so you trusted him about it. If Natasha was just a bit like James, then you were in the safest place you could ever be on earth.

“Hello there, gorgeous,” Natasha rasped.

“Hey,” you whispered. She lifted a hand and called you to herself from her place on the bed. You walked up to Natasha slowly, your steps had some hesitancy in them, and grabbed her soft hand into yours.

“I’m not going to bite you,” she whispered. “James made me promise that I’ll get your consent before I do that,” she added and stuck her tongue out to him. You chuckled. You knew what she was trying to do, and you were grateful. “Say James, don’t you think it’s my turn to finally kiss this Angel of yours?” James smirked, it was a dark and full of promises one. You shivered.

“I think it is, yes,” he agreed. Natasha grinned with all of her teeth. She moved onto her knees, rising on them slightly, and inched closer to you.

“Can I kiss you, gorgeous?” She asked. Swallowing, you nodded.

“Yes, please,” you whispered. Natasha stroked your cheek.

“So polite…” She murmured. Humming, she leaned in and captured your lips with hers.

You sighed into Natasha’s kiss. Her plush lips were stroking yours gently; they were very soft and tasted like cherries, you realized and moaned. Natasha’s hands came to rest at your hips as they pulled you closer to her body. You gasped. Your hand flew into her red hair, sliding into the thickness of them, and you pulled. Natasha’s groan echoed into your mouth. You pulled back, chest heaving from the lack of oxygen.

James plastered his chest against your towel-clad back. “Do you have any idea,” he started with a low growl hearable in his voice, “how hot you fuckin’ look while kissin’ Nat like that?” You shook your head. James scoffed. “Nat, get naked,” he ordered while his fingers grabbed the hem of your towel. He pulled it off with a flick of his finger, let it drop on the ground, and his hands roamed the naked skin that was now available to him and Natasha. You whimpered.

“You too,” you whispered. James didn’t need you to elaborate. He stepped back and got out of his clothes in a blink; throwing his pants and t-shirt somewhere in the room as he threw his socks into the bathroom, by the hamper. Then, he was back; his gloriously toned and tattooed naked body was against your now-bare back, and you could feel his erection pressing on the swell of your ass. You whined softly at the feeling and let your head fall back on his shoulder. James kissed your temple before he buried his face into the crook of your neck to pepper some hickeys.

Natasha kissed the swell of your breasts when she was out of her clothes; your breath hitched, and you let out a soft moan. James’ calloused hands were roaming all over your body while Natasha’s hands rested on your thighs. Their touches were burning your skin, making you feel alive, and you felt drunk with the feeling of them.

“Mmm, James,” Natasha rasped against your skin. “Go put on that cockring before it’s too late.” James let out a whiny, protesting sound but pulled back to do what Natasha told him. You peeked your eyes open.

“Cockring?” You asked, breathless. Natasha smirked at you.

“How do you think he’s going to keep up with us, gorgeous?” Natasha said. “Gotta keep him hard.” Your body heated up at the pet name and at the thought of James being hard all the time while you and Natasha get to play with him. Natasha’s smirk widened. “Exactly,” she said, reading your mind.

James got on the bed again. “Hey,” he murmured, calling for your attention. You hummed and turned your face to him. “How do you feel about…” He trailed off, his hand wandering down until his fingertips were resting against your tight hole. You tensed. “We don’t have to, but I wanted to ask if you were up for it.”

Your heart beat wildly in its cage at the thought of it. You knew James would make it good for you, would make sure that you were okay and loose enough so that it wouldn’t hurt, but… You took a deep breath. Natasha pressed a kiss on your collarbone.

“We thought,” she started. “If you are up for it, we would fuck you at the same time.” Her green eyes found yours, flashing darkly. Your breath hitched. “I’ll let James have the virginity of that little hole of yours.” She winked at you cheekily. James pressed a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’ll make sure you’re open enough before I do something else, sweetheart,” he whispered. His blue eyes found yours, and you saw how serious he was. “I will never hurt you.” You sighed. Your hand cradled his jaw, eyes watching the way James leaning into your touch, you smiled at him.

“I know,” you whispered. Then, you nodded slowly. “Okay,” you said. “I trust you.” James’ eyes darkened as he moved forward to kiss you on the lips.

Your kiss got interrupted with Natasha biting on your nipple to remind you that she was still there. You gasped into James’ mouth. Feeling her tongue licking the pain away, you moaned. Natasha’s hands had moved up; they were around your waist, her nails digging into the softness of your ass lightly. She hummed.

“You better treat it nice, Barnes,” she murmured, nails digging deeper into the swell of your ass cheeks. “They look good enough to bite, and it would piss me off to see that you’re doing a shit job at treating it.” James’ chest rumbled behind you as he huffed.

“I’m not taking orders from you, Romanoff,” he grunted. Then, you saw his arm extending on your left, and suddenly, Natasha was pushed back. She stumbled on the bed; her face had a surprised look on it. You felt two familiar hands take a hold of your hips, and you were turned around. You blinked up at James, his eyes almost black and face looking hungry. “Is there anything you don’t want us to do?” He asked. You knew he meant it in a serious way, so you stopped for a second and thought.

“No,” you answered. “Just be gentle?” You murmured softly. James’ features softened, and he ran a finger over your cheekbones. You sighed at the contact.

“Of course, baby,” he whispered and kissed you on the lips gently. “A’right,” he announced, then, and your world turned upside down. “Here’s what we gonna do,” he started. His hands manhandled you easily, changing your position to his liking. “I’m gonna open you up while you eat Nat out, how’s that sound?” You whimpered unintentionally at his words because it sounded amazing. James smirked. “Thought so.”

His hands tapped on your hips, signaling you to wedge yourself between Natasha’s already spread open legs. You wiggled in between them, settling on your stomach with you ass on the air for James. He hummed appreciatively, fingers digging into the meat of your hips. You looked up at Natasha’s dark green eyes.

“You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like, right?” You asked her with a small voice. Natasha smiled and extended her hand to stroke your cheek. You purred.

“Of course, angel,” she murmured. Then, she laid back down and spread her legs even wider. “Now…” She didn’t need to finish her sentence. You knew what you needed to do. You might have been a virgin about eating pussy out, but you have watched enough porn and James eating you out so…

Humming gently, you leaned forward and ran your tongue on her dripping folds, flicking the tip of your tongue right over her clit. Natasha inhaled sharply at the sensation. You licked again, a fatter one this time, and closed your lips on her clit to suck it exactly once. You felt Natasha shiver under you and smirked. Keeping your lips on the small bundle of nerves, you moved your tongue up and down, licking her pussy clean from all the juices she was producing for you.

You heard a moan behind you before you felt a pair of large hands grasping your thighs. “Fuck, you look so good eating pussy,” James groaned deeply. You hummed. Natasha let out a tiny moan at the vibrations. You hummed again for good measure.

Natasha’s hand grasped your shoulders as she threw her head back. Her legs were spread even wider than before, and you were sure that she wasn’t aware of the movement. With her eyes closed, head thrown slightly back, she looked a little lost in the pleasure.

There couldn’t be a better ego boost, you thought and pushed the tip of your tongue inside her.

“Holy s─ Who taught you to eat pussy like this?” She gasped. Her green eyes looked somewhere over your shoulder, and they narrowed. James scoffed.

“It wasn’t me,” he protested. “Might feel cold,” he, then, whispered to you, and you felt the lube dripping on your ass. You jumped at the feeling. James’s large palm rubbed your thigh soothingly.

Natasha didn’t take her eyes off James. “I know how you like getting rimmed, so I won’t be surprised if she practiced on you.” You pulled back at her comment and looked at James.

“You like getting rimmed?” You asked him. James’s cheeks pinked, and he scoffed again, deflective. “You could have told me that, James. Could have been making you feel good all this time,” you pouted a bit. James’s eyes widened.

“You would… have rimmed me if I asked you to?” He asked, voice disbelieving. You nodded.

“Sure, why not?” You shrugged. Suddenly, you were yanked into a harsh kiss. You let out a ‘mmph’ sound at the kiss and melted into it.

“You’re full of surprises,” he whispered. “We’ll try that one day, okay? Because ‘liking’ seems a bit… less.” He grinned, all shark-like. “I love getting rimmed.” He winked at you and licked his lips. You huffed.

“Quit being an annoying, sexy, hot piece of shit,” you grumbled, causing both of them to laugh. You rolled your eyes. Pushing your now-slick-all-over ass against his straining, red erection, you raised a brow. “You were doing something?”

James’s eyes darkened immediately. “Being bratty, honey?” He taunted. “You want this ass all red and purple with your hole gaping at the same time, huh?” You swallowed harshly, feeling your juices running down your inner thighs at his words. He smirked, seeing your reaction. “That’s what I thought,” he said. “Now get back to whatever you were doing. It’s rude to leave the guest hanging.”

Gasping gently, you leaned forward to continue eating Natasha out. She sighed. As your tongue licked her clean from all the juices she produced, you felt James’s fingers circling your tight hole. Moaning, you flicked the tip of your tongue against Natasha’s clit, sucking the small bundle of nerves sometimes to make her gasp.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” James whispered. You pulled back slightly to do what he said. Just as you filled your lungs with oxygen, you felt his finger slipping inside you. You gasped, body jerking and making you feel weird. “It will pass, give it a minute,” James assured you. His finger was gently moving back and forth inside you, helping you getting used to the feeling of having something up there.

To distract yourself, you brought your hand to Natasha’s pussy and pressed your thumb on her clit, rolling it. She hummed. James’s finger sped up a bit, moving in and out while keeping a thumb pressed on your clit. You whimpered. He pulled it back.

“How are you feeling?” He asked. You looked at him over your shoulder, smiling.

“I’m good,” you answered him. He smiled at you and bent down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. After that, you returned to your task and slipped another finger into Natasha. You started moving them a little faster than James’s finger moving in and out of your asshole. Then, you leaned forward and started sucking on her clit, pulling your thumb back to prevent the overstimulation.

“Curl them a little while pulling them out,” Natasha instructed gently. You did as she said and curled them upwards as you pulled out. She gasped. Grinning against her pussy, you picked up the speed.

“I’m gonna give you another finger,” James warned you, and you felt the second finger prodding your slightly stretched hole. You paused your actions briefly, and James slid the second finger next to the first one, pumping them in and out slowly. You breathed against the skin of Natasha’s thigh. She petter your head softly. Taking a deep breath, you continued to finger her.

Whenever you sped up, so did James. Soon, he was giving you a third and then, fourth finger, fucking them in and out of you at a rapid and steady pace just as you were pumping yours in and out of Natasha.

You were moaning and dripping between your legs as James assaulted your hole. Natasha was also moaning, gasping and her breath hitching every time you scraped over that sweet spot of hers. She was close, you could tell that by the way her legs were shaking slightly on either side of your head.

“James,” you moaned. You were getting close, too, because while fingering your virgin hole, his other hand was slowly teasing with your clit the whole time.

“Make her come first, then I’ll think about letting you come,” he commanded with a rough voice. You whined but complied anyway. Doubling your efforts, you moved your fingers faster and pushed them in a little deeper. With a small press of your thumb on her clit, Natasha gasped, her green eyes rolled back and legs shook as she came on your fingers.

James rumbled out an approving growl. “Good girl,” he praised. “Good job, baby. It’s not easy make Natasha lose it this way.” The praise went directly into your head, and you purred, preened and spread your legs a bit wider. Smirking, James knew what you were asking for. He curled his fingers each time he pulled them out and started rolling your clit under his thumb. “Come, love,” he moaned. “Come on my fingers, and we’ll give you our cocks, hm?” You groaned; a gasp stuck in your throat with a pathetic whine. “Come on, baby, come.”

With a small scream that you buried into Natasha’s thigh, you came on his fingers. Your legs were shaking slightly, chest heaving and your body feeling numb but also tingly all over.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” James growled, never pulling his fingers out. You whimpered, panting gently while Natasha rubbed your back.

“That was a strong one, huh?” She asked. You nodded wordlessly. “Aw, poor baby. Doesn’t even know what’s coming, right, James?” You heard him chuckle softly behind you, and you moaned in protest. You felt a kiss on your nape and knew it was James and his soothing lips.

“I’m gonna pull them out, alright?” He told you, and you nodded again. He pulled his fingers out slowly, being careful about not hurting you. You couldn’t hold back a small whine at the emptiness. He shushed you and peppered kisses on your back. “Nat,” he called as he hugged your from back, arms wrapped around your waist. “Get your gear ready and bring two condoms, will you?” Natasha hummed and leaned into kiss you for ten seconds before she got off the bed.

“You ready, baby?” James asked while Natasha was fiddling with her bag. “You can still back out, no hard feelings.” You sighed, leaning against his bare body more and letting him cover your body with his bulk.

“I’m ready,” you told him. “I want it.” James hummed. One big palm grabbed your face and turned it to him, so that he could kiss the ever-loving life out of you.

You moaned into his kiss and slid your hand into his hair, pulling on the strands. His tongue poked yours, licking into your mouth before biting down your bottom lip. You gasped. Backing up, you started moving your hips against his hard-on. James groaned throatily. He pushed you against the bed, pining your body under his, as he ground his hips against the swell of your ass.

“Stop humping her,” Natasha said, getting on the bed again. She extended the condom to James. You lifted your body and gaped at the strap-on dick Natasha was wearing. It was almost as big as James, if you had to be honest. Natasha smirked. “He got it done especially for you,” she explained. She shook her hips. “Very close to the real thing, isn’t it?” You swallowed. Then, you turned your head to James.

“You’re the horniest and sappiest motherfucker I have ever came across to,” you told him with narrowed eyes. James laughed loudly while Natasha snickered. She walked over to the headboard and rested her back against it, petting her lap. You crawled towards her slowly and straddled her thighs.

“You might wanna lean into me, gorgeous,” she murmured. You placed your hands on the either side of her head and leaned forward. “That’s good,” she said, rubbing your thighs. You felt James moving on the bed, coming closer to where you were on fours above Natasha.

“Why don’t you start, Nat?” He said, and you heard the familiar slick sounds of James jerking off. You bit your lip, a whine bubbling up your throat. Natasha looked at you as if she was asking for a nod or stop sign. You nodded. Her right hand disappeared, and then you felt the fake cockhead kissing your clit. You jumped, a moan getting ripped away from you. Natasha slowly eased you onto the fake-dick. You sighed at the fullness it brought, eyes closed and head low.

“There you go,” Natasha whispered. You moved your hips up and down slowly. “Gentle. Like that, yes,” Natasha murmured. Sighing deeply, you took the dick to the tilt. You moaned loudly as it stretched you wide.

James moved behind you and plastered his chest against your back again. “Move, honey,” he ordered. You whimpered and started moving a little faster. “Yeah, faster. Go faster.” You gasped as you complied. Your hips snapping against Natasha’s, you moaned. One of James’ hands sneaked in front of you, and you felt his thumb playing with your clit. With a small scream, your hand flew to hold onto his wrist. James cooed at you.

You felt like your skin was too tight for your body, your muscles were tensed as hell and your head was full of cotton. It was like your body was about to burst out of its seams. Everything was too much but also not enough. You wanted more but also wanted them to just let you breathe.

“Ssshh,” James hummed into your ear. You could feel his erection pressing against your hole. You whimpered as you nodded. “Yeah? You ready for it? You want it?” You nodded again. Your brain was out right refusing to produce words. “Alright,” he whispered. He pressed a kiss on your nape. “Take a deep breath like before, love,” he said. You stopped the movement of your hips, ignoring how it made you want to whine, and took a deep breath like James said.

Then.

Then, you felt his blunt cockhead prodding your tight hole. James slowly pushed in, only moving when he thought you were doing okay. His hips were thrusting in and out slowly, pushing in just a little bit more with each thrust. You swallowed a loud gasp, threw your head back, lolling it to your side, you rested your forehead against his slightly-sweaty neck. He kissed your temple. His free hand came up to wrap itself around your exposed neck gently to just hold you there.

James took his time while seating himself inside of you. You were tight as fuck around his throbbing and aching cock, and it was hard not to just start pounding into you. He promised you that he would be gentle, you trusted him that he would be. He was not going to break his promise and hurt you just because he was horny.

“James,” you moaned. He responded to your desperate sound with a deep groan. James pushed in the last inch and let his hips kiss yours. You sighed deeply.

You were so stretched that you felt dizzy. Both your pussy and asshole were stretched to the brink, were filled full, and you have never ever felt this safe and complete. You moaned gently as you moved your hips just a little bit.

“You’re so gone already,” Natasha mumbled. Her already-raspy voice was now lower and rougher sounding, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “James, she’s gone.” James grumbled behind you approvingly. He, then, pulled out slightly to push back in. You gasped.

“Move,” you said, words slurring out of your mouth. “James, Nat, move.”

“Tell us if you want to stop or to take slow down,” James reminded you before he started to move.

When James pulled out, Natasha pushed in, and when Natasha pulled out, James pushed in. It was perfect. It felt amazing. You never wanted this feeling to go away or to stop. It was like the pleasure was turned on really high on your body that you were having an out of body experience. James’s fingers sometimes toyed with your clit, but he mostly steered clear away from it to prevent the overstimulation. Natasha, on the other hand, was shameless with her nipple-teasing. Your nipples were already puffy and swollen; you knew they would be bruised tomorrow. You hummed loudly. The thought of having solid marks on your body left from this magical night was a huge turn-on for you.

“Faster,” you whimpered. “Please, faster.” James kissed your shoulder, neck and cheek before moving the hand around your throat to your jaw to turn your head to his so that he could kiss you filthy while picking up the pace. You moaned into his mouth. His mischievous tongue slipped inside, licking and sucking on your tongue, and his teeth sunk themselves into your bottom lip before he pulled back.

“Nat looks like she’s feelin’ rather lonely, honey,” he murmured with a lower-than-usual voice. “Why don’t you give her some love, too, hm?” You panted for a couple seconds and nodded once you thought you had some of your breathing properly capacity back. You turned your head to Natasha who was watching you with her dark green, sharp eyes. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to her plush ones and sighed.

Kissing James was an experience, but kissing Natasha was feeling like you were covered with a spider web that was protecting you from everything. That also meant that you were her prey, but you didn’t mind. You could be Natasha’s prey whenever she wanted you to. Natasha moaned when she felt you surrendering yourself to her kiss. Her hands grabbed your face, nails digging into your scalp, she kissed you a bit more roughly.

James hummed deeply and long as he watched you and Natasha kissed passionately. He could see that you were loving what you were doing because like Natasha said, you were gone. Groaning to himself, he grabbed your ass cheeks in his hands and stretched your hole by pushing them apart. You whimpered into Natasha’s mouth. James smirked. He nudged Natasha’s calf with his knee to make her look at him, and when their eyes met, he nodded. Natasha’s eyes darkened, and James shivered with anticipation.

“Hang on tight,” James warned you before both Natasha and James picked up their pace and started pounding in and out of you.

You screamed, burying your face into the pillow next to Natasha’s head. You were effectively trapped between them: James was holding your hips in a very tight hold while Natasha hugged your waist and placed one hand on your nape. Soon, all three of you started moaning loudly, whines and hitching breaths had filled the bedroom. You knew you were about to come. It was impossible not to when you were being pounded sixty ways to fucking hell and having your holes filled with absolutely delicious dicks.

“’m─” You tried to warn them. “─close!” James grunted behind you, and Nat huffed a breath next to your ear.

“Oh, I know you’re,” James grumbled. “You’re clenching around my cock like fucking mad, honey.” A deep groaned got ripped out of him, and you shivered. You turned your head to Natasha’s body, taking a nipple into your mouth and sucking it. She gasped at the unexpected move. Her hand on your nape tightened as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked roughly.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. Her beautiful face was contorted with pleasure. Her eyes were closed tightly, eyebrows drawn together and her mouth was dropped open. “Shit, James, make her come,” she panted. James didn’t say anything. His hands left your ass. He grabbed Natasha’s legs and threw them over his arms, her knees finding a place on his elbows. Then, he walked forward, trapping both you and Natasha. He bent forward. His hands were next to Natasha’s hips now, and he started thrusting.

James was controlling all the pace now. He was fucking both his own cock and the one Nat was wearing with the help of the position he put her into. You bit on the nipple in your mouth before groaning loudly. Natasha let out a small scream.

“Your girl is a fucking─ vampire─ oh, shit, yeah, yeah!” She moaned when you ran your tongue over the swollen bud. You pulled off to latch onto the other. You kept sucking and making mhm-mhm-mhm sounds whenever James moved.

“God, you’re making sounds like you’re choking on my dick,” James moaned right into your fucking ear, and oh my God, you were so going to shoot this man because holy shit. “You still close, love?” You nodded wildly. You felt like you were hanging by the edge for what felt like ages. “Alright,” he said easily. “Let’s make you lose it.”

James picked up the pace once again like it was possible, but apparently it was, and held onto the headboard with one hand while wrapping the other one in your hair. He pulled your hair harshly, stealing a gasp and pulling you off of Nat’s nipple. She breathed a sigh of relief but also let out a protesting whine.

“Decide,” he murmured to Nat. She shrugged and smirked at him. “Play with her clit,” he ordered then. “She likes it to be pinched just a little.” You whined, knowing what was about to come. Natasha’s smirk widened, and you saw her hand move towards your clit. You whined again. “Sshh,” James said. “Stop holding on,” he added and kissed your shoulder. “Just let her make you feel good, hm?” You sighed.

Moaning lightly when you felt her fingers on your clit, you dropped your head a bit forward, making James pull on your hair even more. He kept whispering you to let go. You took a deep breath and felt Nat pinching your clit between her lithe fingers. Exhaling the breath you just took harshly, you let go.

Your whole body shook, trembled and jerked into James’ arms as your eyes rolled back and mouth dropped open for a silent scream. Your nails dug deep in Natasha’s abdomen and knees tightened around her hips. The pleasure that attacked you was so much and so intense that you tried to jerk away from it. James held you in your place, helping you ride out your orgasm. Every muscle on your body had gone tight started to loosen up as the intensity of your peak lessened gradually.

You could hear the hushed moans and groans and whimpers around you, could feel James’ cock twitching and jerking in you while Natasha panting beneath you, her body trembling with her own orgasm. You felt a prick of pain on your shoulder and thighs, but the pain only made you smile dreamily.

After that moment, the world became blurry.

It felt like you were on a cloud, floating away on a very comfy bed and cocooned in body heat from every angle of your body. Someone was petting your head, rubbing your back and pressing kisses on every available inch of your skin. You hummed. Something cold and wet had roamed your body, pulling you away from your floating cloud, and you whined. A chuckle rang next to your ear, making you smile. It was a pretty chuckle, an amused one, and you liked how it sounded.

“…honey?” You heard after some time. The slight buzzing in your ears had disappeared. Your skin stopped feeling like it was about to burst out of its seams, and your fingers stopped tingling. A kiss had found a home on your nape, shoulder, cheek and temple at that order. You smiled wider and hummed happily, burying yourself deeper into the heat. “…time… back…” You frowned but another kiss right on the frown between your brows had eased it away.

“Angel…” A breath licked your neck, and you shivered. “Angel…” You hummed questioningly, snuggling even deeper. You felt your body tremble lightly with a chuckle, but it wasn’t you. Then, a pair of strong and muscled arms wrapped themselves around you and equally muscled chest pressed against your back.

“Sweetheart,” you heard a male voice, immediately knowing it was James. You turned your head to his voice, earning a small kiss on your nose for your effort. “Time to wake up, baby,” James murmured. You whined in protest. “We gotta get you clean, love, you’re filthy.” You whined again. Two different voices chuckled at you softly. James leaned in and pressed a kiss on your shoulder. “Come on, koala. Nat’s gotta go, too.” You blinked your eyes open and frowned at James. “I know I am a mean guy, but you’ve been floating long enough.” He kissed your cheek sweetly. “Time to come back down.”

Letting out soft, broken noises, you pulled back from where you snuggled deeply─ which was Natasha’s midsection. It was her who was petting your hair, and it was James who was rubbing your back and pressing kisses all over your body. You felt your heart swell with the warmth and love.

James pulled you against him, freeing Natasha, and cuddled you tightly. You sighed. Your eyes were open still, so you’ve watched as Nat climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. She didn’t take long, you assumed, because she was back in a flash but with her red hair wet and sticking to her back. She smiled at you.

“You still locked in, angel?” She asked. Her voice was a soft caress for your ears and hands were gentle on your face. You shrugged. After a brief eye contact with James, she leaned in and kissed you on the lips. It was a chaste thing, closed mouth, and tasted like a thank you. You hummed. Then, she disappeared into the bathroom again with her bag, and this time it was James who made you lost time with his kisses and sweet whispers.

“You were amazing,” he was saying into your ear. His hands were roaming all over body, stroking the tired muscles gently and caressing the bruises adorning it now. “You listened so well, baby, so well. You did everything we asked you to and told us when to stop, when it became too much.” He kissed your neck, his scruff brushing against the sensitive skin there. You shivered. You didn’t remember when you told them stop though. “When we all came,” James said as an answer. You didn’t realize you said that out loud, so you whispered an ‘oops’. James chuckled. “You said it’s too much and that you needed to get off. So, we pulled out and lay you on the bed.” You hummed. Yeah, you would have said something if it was overwhelming you, or the oversensitivity was a bitch. In this situation, it was most likely both.

Natasha emerged from the bathroom all dressed and hair dry. She went to grab the toys she brought with her and stuffed them into her bag. Her green eyes found yours, and they shone.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” she murmured. “I have a shift in the morning.” She smiled apologetically to you. You reached and held her, pulling yourself half-out of James’ hold to kiss her softly.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “Life.” Nat chuckled. “Some other day, all of us will hang out.” She nodded.

“I like the sound of that,” she agreed and kissed you one last time. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Thank you,” you said. Natasha brushed her hand on your cheekbone and straightened up.

“James,” she bowed her head. James saluted her. “Thanks for sharing.” Winking, James smiled at her. Then, Natasha’s eyes turned to you again. “Send that friend of yours to me, will you?” You chuckled and nodded.

“Sure,” you murmured, dropping back into the safety of James’ arms. Natasha waved and walked out of the bedroom.

“I’m stealing some of the cookies!” She yelled from the kitchen after you heard some banging, and then the front door opened and closed behind her. You sighed.

“Did you like it?” James asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, it was… really good,” you admitted sheepishly. He kissed your cheek. “Maybe we can have another night like this,” you added. It was James’ turn to hum.

“Maybe,” he agreed. “Maybe we’ll have that night once we find out if she can get along with that friend you mentioned. The more the merrier.” You rolled your eyes, turning your body in his arms, and plastered your chest to his.

“You’re a whore, James,” you declared. James snorted. “A sappy and protective whore.” James winked at you like he did to Natasha and grinned at you stupidly. You huffed out a soft laugh.

“You love me being a whore, though,” he said. You sighed again.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here,” you told him.

“True,” he murmured, nodding. “But tell me,” he spoke again after a minute of silence. “Isn’t it fun being a whore?” You snorted again but a laugh following after. You shook your head fondly. James chuckled.

“It is,” you said. “I really liked it,” then, you whispered. James made a thoughtful sound.

“What part?” He asked because he knew you. You felt your face heating up at his question.

“All of it,” you told him. “It was different being with Natasha, though. That part was… a nice experience.” James kissed your forehead. You lay there in silence for a long time that you were becoming sleepy, but James pulled you out of the arms of sleep.

“You liked her breasts, didn’t you?” He asked with a shit eating grin on his face. “You couldn’t take your eyes and mouth off of them.” Your body burned at his words, and you buried your face into his muscled chest. James laughed, taking your reaction as a ‘yes’. “I’m so telling this to Natasha. She owes me fifty.” You groaned in protest and made James laugh harder.

“I don’t like you, get away from me,” you told him, weakly trying to push him away. James giggled.

“Nope,” he said. “I’m not letting you go.” He wrapped his arms tighter around you. “If I do, Nat will kidnap you.” You chuckled.

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” you murmured to rile him up. James gasped.

“No!” You laughed at his face. “I’d be clutching my pearls if I were wearing them.” You laughed harder.

“You don’t have pearls, James,” you told him. He snorted.

“Not that you know,” he said and shrugged. You looked at him with wide eyes. Your mind immediately filled with images of James wearing pearls. “Mm, yeah, picture it, baby.” He licked your neck. “Put me in pearls and maybe some lingerie, too. I have a couple silky ones in my drawers.” You gasped. He bit your earlobe cheekily.

“We are not playing more tonight, though, so,” he suddenly said and pulled back. “Shower, come on.”

You groaned. “You’re a fucking devil in disguise, James, I swear,” you huffed. He laughed. James scooped you up in his arms, making you yelp in surprise, and made his way to his bedroom. Lowering you gently, he fiddled with the water until it was right, and then, grabbed you again. You gasped for a second time in three minutes when the warm water hit your tired muscles, but immediately melted against him.

“You had enough excitement for a day,” James murmured as he washed your hair gently. “We’ll make that fantasy real some other day.” You nodded. You knew if you started playing again, you could probably come, like, twice, but it would mean that you would be dead to world all tomorrow. “That’s right, love, just relax.”

That was exactly what you did.

──

Three months later had found you sitting on James’ living room with his and your friends. You were sitting on the ground, furniture pushed back to make space, while chatting the night away.

Everyone was there: Natasha, Steve, Clint (your friend whom you sent to Natasha’s way), Sam, Dugan and their partners… There were a lot of food and drinks. The kids were playing together like a couple hours ago, but they were now conked out in Anya’s little bedroom. So, you parents were having fun, eating, drinking and telling each other embarrassing and funny stories about each other.

James was sitting on your left, your back resting against his chest and his right arm around your shoulders. Natasha’s head was on your stomach where you were playing with her hair and Clint was laying down between Natasha’s legs. All the others were in front of you, holding onto each other while laughing or whispering something to their partners.

It was a good life you have now, and who would have thought that a couple hours of babysitting twice a week would be bringing you here, to this moment, and giving you this life? Not you, that was for sure, but you had it.

You had it, and you were going to make sure that you were protecting it with your whole might. You smiled.

Turning your head to James, you pressed a kiss under his jaw. His right hand immediately taking a hold of you face. “I love you,” you told him. He looked down at you with shining blue eyes and smiled widely. He leant down and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, a kiss that made Natasha let out a whistle. You chuckled when you pulled back.

James pulled you even closer to him. “I love you, too, angel,” he whispered. You rested your head over his heart and smiled, listening to your favorite sound in the whole world while your family was around you.

There wasn’t anywhere else you would like to be.

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Another Fic Idea…

Yes I know Bring Him Home is no where near being finished BUT I just had an idea I wanted to run by you…

• Mom!Natasha x Dad!Bucky x Daughter!Reader

• Reader was born while Natasha was at The Red Room and while The Winter Soldier was a trainer.

• They told Natasha that you didn’t survive, however you did and secretly raised you to be another Winter Soldier

• Natasha only finds out when she releases the Hydra files and goes on a mission to find you (Prologue would probably cover most of this bit)

• and then the rest is basically them trying to function as a dysfunctional family

• kinda seen it in my head as like a modern family/the office us style

(I think I just wanna write a “bad” girl story 😂)

I don’t know, let me know what you think

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He Bought a Studio

Fandom: MCU Title: He Bought a Studio Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Natasha Word Count: 4.3k Summary: In an alternate universe where Steve stayed, Natasha lived, and everyone settled down in the Big Apple, this chronicles a Winter Soldier's decent into opening up a dance studio for the Black Widow he's become totally besotted with in super soldier retirement, and many things that come with it. Almost titled, "Five Times Natasha Romanoff Was Right To Be Suspicious Of Bucky Barnes."

Content Warnings: brief smut (oral female receiving), fluff, feelings, a goddaughter, soft former assassins

Additional Notes: Filling my eighth square for Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo - B4 "Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow" and clocking in week 7 of Hot Bucky Summer to fill the prompt "Who's This?"/my pet, my lover, my slave.

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ONE

With reputations that rivaled each other as the world’s most efficient assassin and effective spy respectively, Bucky and Natasha were too suited to each other to ever forge a life with anyone else. They could compete in skill and intellect, they challenged each other, but more than anything else they understood each other – bleeding ledgers something they didn’t have to explain, good and bad days reconciling the past something they didn’t have to clarify. No judgement.

It's also difficult for either of them to surprise the other.

But she can admit she was not expecting anything even close to this.

She blinks furiously, using the pretense of rotating on the spot to take in the space – its smooth hardwood floors and pristine mirrored walls haunting in the mostly-darkened room, one of three or four in the facility if she had assessed correctly – to turn away from his intense gaze directly on her face for a moment.

“You bought a ballet studio,” she says, the words still thicker through her throat than she had hoped they would be.

The feelings competing in her chest are at once heartbreaking and hopeful.

He just hums in confirmation.

“You bought a ballet studio,” she repeats, this time a whisper, but she knows he hears. He hears everything, including the racing of her heart.

Bucky reaches for her hand and tugs her back to him. “Don’t you want to know why?”

“Because you have too goddamn much money from the government settlements?”

“That and my sister loved to dance. You loved to dance. You could dance again.”

“You gonna dance with me, Barnes?” she teases.

He shakes his head and laughs, opening his mouth to protest, but she cuts him off.

“No excuses – between when you grew up and the dance training all Russian assets got, I know you can dance.”

“Agree to run the dance side of the Barnes Ballet Academy and I’ll dance with you whenever you want,” he says, pulling her into his chest and arranging them into an appropriate dance position, one hand holding hers, the other moving to the small of her back.

She yields for a moment, resting her head against his shoulder, and he begins to sway them back and forth slowly to some imaginary music.

“Why did you really buy a ballet studio, Buck?”

He sighs, then kisses the top of her head. “We can’t have everything together, but I can give you this. It’s not…”

He can’t or won’t finish the sentence, but she swallows painfully and then finishes it for him. “It’s not kids.”

“But these rooms can be filled with them every afternoon. Since I bought the studio, I will take care of all the business, and you can just worry about dancing and coaching. Besides, what else is a retired super soldier supposed to do?”

TWO

When she closes the door of the Brooklyn apartment behind her, it’s the wrong kind of quiet.

She fully expected to hear Bucky in the kitchen getting dinner ready or maybe on the phone with the contractor, a choreographer, another instructor, or the parent of a potential student.

“Barnes?”

No answer.

Something is not right. The lights are on like he’s home, but there isn’t a single sound, and all her instincts from her former life kick in, eyes scanning the living room, weight shifting forward on her feet, adopting a predatory stance. Moving down the hallway, she slips her hand behind one of the pictures on the wall, retrieving a gun stashed there only she and Bucky know about, and continues moving slowly and silently on.

Then she hears a scoff from the study.

Natasha’s brows knit together. A scoff?

As she rounds the corner into the study, an immediate assessment of the room is enough to tell her she has no need for defense and lowers her gun. Her boyfriend is on the couch, back to her, engrossed in watching something on his phone with noise-cancelling headphones in. She glides back into the hallway to replace the weapon so it’s at the ready in case of a real threat in the future, and heads back to investigate. She places a hand on his shoulder, and he turns abruptly, smiling when he sees her and pulls out an earbud.

“What’s a girl got to do earn her supper around here?”

He glances at his watch. “Oh, sorry, Nat! I lost track of time with this,” he says, gesturing to the iPad on his lap.

“What are you even watching?”

He smirks, but she can detect a trace of embarrassed color his cheeks. “Save the Last Dance. Here,” he takes her hand off his shoulder and tugs her around the couch and pulls her onto the cushion beside him. He then grabs the remote, turns on the flatscreen television, and throws the movie up from his tablet so they can both watch. “I was only ten minutes in, so we can start over from the beginning.”

Natasha snorts. “You’re really watching this?”

“Of course, I’m watching it! I own a ballet studio! It’s important for me to have a full understanding of the cultural benchmarks and stereotypes that are part of the dance world.”

“What, are you going to watch every dance-centric film and television show out there?”

“Maybe I will,” he responds, a defiant cock of his chin.

Now she just grins and cuddles up into him. “Fine, but I’m ordering in Thai,” she says and taps away quickly at her phone to secure their dinner. When she sets her phone down, she notices there’s also a stack of DVDs on the shelf under the TV, and she can see four of them are from the Step Up franchise, a copy of Center Stage, and Dirty Dancing and Dirty Dancing: Havannah Nights.

For the next few days, Bucky seems to be watching one of the many films he’s continuing to accumulate or an episode of So You Think You Can Dance or Dance Moms either actively or in the background whenever it’s convenient. He’s always a bit incredulous though in his idle commentary and many unconscious scoffs when the latter is playing.

“You know you don’t have to finish that,” she says.

“I always finish what I start, Romanoff.”

“But you do know there are eight seasons, right? It’s important to me that you know there are eight seasons.”

“And I will happily watch them all.”

“Happily?” she jeers.

“I said what I said.”

“Nerd.” She rolls her eyes, but affectionately, and heads out for her meeting with a potential guest choreographer for the girls. There are so many parts of this life she never would have predicted for herself, and a boyfriend obstinately binge-watching reality tv about the dance world wouldn’t even have made the bottom of the list of possibilities.

THREE

For all the dance tv and movie consumption she’d had by proximity when Bucky had started down this ballet studio ownership journey, nothing had prepared Nat for the reality of it.

The way these girls showed up was endearing.

Some of them were a little trying, but they also all tried to do their best. Ballet was demanding and it could be competitive, but Nat worked diligently to establish a teaching staff and culture that focused on grit and community as much as it did on technique.

It was harder with the parents. Some of them still jockeyed for standing both for themselves and their offspring.

She certainly appreciated some of the parents and guardians more than others, but she didn’t want to discount any of them since, for better or worse, they all played integral parts in the lives of her girls, and those experiences affected how they could show up any given day on that dance floor.

Steve’s one of the parents who plays a part in the community, his five-year-old Sarah – Nat and Bucky’s goddaughter – just old enough to start in the youngest class of ballerinas. Steve’s somewhat adopted one of the giant hulking men – Kyle, who’s a single father to one of the other girls in Sarah’s class – always making sure the working-class man feels comfortable and like this can be “the village” that helps.

Nat’s speaking with both men when she feels the intensity of a gaze she’s grown intimately familiar with.

Bucky’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and he’s in conversation with his assistant and two of the community dance class instructors (ballet runs every afternoon, but to make use of the facility and to generate enough money to make it financially sustainable, he’s implementing evening classes across disciplines for adults from simple barre and Zumba to ballroom).He’s talking to them, but he’s mostly looking at her, and when they lock eyes, he glances down to his own hand, then flicks his eyes back up to her before returning his focus to the three people in his immediate vicinity. She takes the hint, and watches as his right hand taps out a message in morse code on his vibranium bicep:

Need you in the office.

Natasha doesn’t frown in front of Steve or Kyle but gives a believable excuse to extract herself and makes her way to the office, navigating with purpose but without drawing attention to their office. He knew the schedule of this place like clockwork, and so to pull her away this close to a class almost never happened.

Within forty-five seconds, she hears his steps approaching and then the turn of the doorknob ahead of his entrance.

She arches one eyebrow, but, Oh…

She knows exactly what that look means.

She can’t help the low laugh that erupts from her chest, but it’s cut off immediately as he crosses the room and claims her mouth in a kiss, lips searing heat, desperate, consuming. His hands were already slipping into the top of her leggings, and his fingers hitched into the band of her underwear, pulling them down in one smooth motion as he forced her back to his desk. He’s never miscalculated anything in his life, so she doesn’t hit the desk clumsily – he lifts her deftly to deposit her on the smooth wooden surface the split second before her hips would’ve knocked into it.

No one else had ever engulfed her with this kind of passion, and she would never get enough of this, of him.

And yet as he trails his lips down the column of her throat, she has to protest, “Buck, I have to be back out there in five minutes.”

“I know. Still need you.”

When he laves his tongue at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, her head rolls back, and she moans, but then she pushes against his chest. “You can wait, you’ll survive.” Though she isn’t quite sure she could now that he had her blood running hot for more.

“Fine, I don’t need you,” he concedes, but then he looks directly into her eyes and his voice drops, “I want you now, and you know I always finish what I start, Romanoff.”

His hands move up her bare legs, thumbs caressing the crease at the top of her thighs, too close to her cunt not to make her heart race, and he smirks.

“Barnes…”

He sinks to his knees, ducks under the fabric of the only partially removed bottoms, and slots himself between her legs, pulling her hips to the edge of the desk before he spits on her slit.

“I can apply my efficiency,” he asserts and presses a kiss onto the tender flesh of her inner thigh resting over his shoulder.

“Cocky bast–”

His mouth directly on her clit cuts her off abruptly. Her folds were slick for him with the intensity of the previous moments, but he mixes her arousal and his spit with his thumb and then slips two fingers inside her channel, seeking the spot he knows so well, the one he knows will quickly bring her to her peak. He makes only a few slow strokes while licking her bud before speeding up, determined to make good on his promise.

Natasha hands go to his head, fingers both carding through and gripping his hair. He hums against her pussy, and her breaths come in short gasps as he continues hurtling her toward ecstasy on the tips of his fingers and tongue. He earnestly strokes her g-spot and then turns his licks to fervent sucking of her bud, and that does it, white heat breaking over her, all her muscles seizing up and then relaxing as he pushes her through it.

She shakes her head, laughing again when he looks up at her, the expression on his face one that would be too smug if he hadn’t earned it. He truly knows her expertly, intimately, in every way.

He extracts himself from between her thighs and helps her redress while she catches her breath. “I wanted you now,” he says, “but for the rest of the afternoon you’ll be thinking about how much I’ll need you later.”

Nat glares at him teasingly. “I have to go out there and–“

“Or you don’t. You have an assistant coach.”

“Unlike some of us, I’m nothing if not a goddamn professional.”

“In every way,” he agrees, though his tone changed. Warmer. Softer. “I’m more than aware.”

And now her heart races again, not due to the physical ministrations but for the undeniable devotion behind those words. She pulls him close again for a sound kiss, which he returns, encircling her softly in his embrace.

After a moment he pulls away and lets her go.

“Two minutes to get to the classroom,” he says. He opens the top right drawer of his desk and pulls out a tin of mints, offering them to her and taking a couple for himself.

FOUR

Natasha hears the clink and slide of metal as Bucky’s key finally slots into the lock of the front door, and so she slides off the counter and turns on the panini press. She doesn’t make much else, but she’s become a bit of a sandwich artist and can make many a good combination, upping her game with grilled sandwiches after the acquisition of the panini press for her birthday.

God, they were so stupidly domestic now, and it was terrible and wonderful all at once.

“You’re finally home!” she calls out from the kitchen, hearing him stride down the hallway towards her. Strange, he usually drops his keys and hangs his jacket before settling in.

“Hi,” he says, popping his head around the corner.

Nat frowns. “Barnes, why are you home so late?”

They often took turns getting home late with different things going on at the studio, but usually it was with a hello and straightaway the explanation since they both care so much for everything happening in their dance world.

He slowly steps around the edge of the doorframe and into the kitchen, cradling the bulge of something held within his jacket.

“Barnes?”

He takes a few steps closer. “My queen–“

“You have never one day in your life called me your queen,” she interrupts, still wary, but now also bemused.

“I could, though. You know I'm your lover, a willing slave to your every wish.”

“You are two feet away from me, stop pouring on the charm and stalling and show me what’s in your jacket.”

His eyes are sparkling with mischief and his smile is sheepish as he looks down. It made her heart already melt and want to bend for whatever is coming. The thought crosses her mind that it’s a look he must’ve had on his face countless times when he was growing up.

“I didn’t ask you before buying a dance studio, and, full disclosure, I already bought everything we need – that being part of why I’m so much later tonight – and we can take it all back if you say no, but I rescued a cat from the alley behind the studio today.”

And with that, he turns and opens the front of his leather jacket to reveal a snow-white cat who looks very cozy tucked in where she was against his chest. Nat knows how comfy it is to be tucked up against that exact spot, it’s one of her favorite places to be.

Nat just grins and shakes her head. Stepping forward, she slowly extends her hand toward the cat. The feline inclines her head, sniffs the tips of her fingers, then bumps her head to stroke herself against Natasha’s hand.

“You are such a softie,” she says, pulling Bucky down by the collar and planting a kiss on his lips.

“So, we can keep her?”

“Yes.”

He kisses her again, then leans down and places the cat on the kitchen floor. “Right, Alpine, you stay here with Nat, and I’ll be right back with your things.”

And in less than a second, he’s already out the door.

Nat puts the sandwiches she had already prepared on the grill, pulls the press closed, and then turns back to look at the cat, who is sitting primly back on her haunches and watching her.

“Alpine, huh?”

The cat blinks up at her.

“This man. How’d HYDRA’s most ruthless assassin end up like this, eh?”

Alpine takes a few steps forward and brushes up against her leg before turning and then heading out of the kitchen, likely back to the door to wait for Bucky.

FIVE

Nat approaches the bedroom doorway silently, preparing to surprise the two individuals laughing inside, but then the peals of laughter and tiny giggles cease, and she hears two bodies plop onto the bed – one big, one small. The door is slightly ajar, and she can see the super soldier and his goddaughter panting, sprawled out on the bed, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling. She loves seeing Bucky like this with Sarah and so decides to give them another moment and observe from the darkness of the hallway.

“I still don’t want to go to bed.” Nat’s face splits into a smile, knowing this Sarah mode all too well. Though it is difficult, summoning up all her godmotherly skills and fortitude, she can handle it well enough when necessary, but Bucky? No way.

“I know. But you’re already on your bed. I’ve won.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep, Uncle Bucky!”

“I’ll read you two picture storybooks or as much as you want from a chapter book, and then sleep. How’s that for a deal?”

“Deal!”

Nat stays in the shadows as she watches Sarah jump down from the bed, run to her bookshelf, and return with what looks like one of her Ramona books. Sarah thought she’d gotten the best deal, tricking her godfather into more reading with a chapter book, but Nat knows Bucky always wants Sarah to pick the latter because it means he’d read to her until she is softly snoring.

Sarah Marie Rogers has the former Winter Soldier irrevocably wrapped around her tiny fingers – had done since she was born and had only become more adept over the years at making him melt time and time again.

And it is as she’s watching him smooth Sarah’s hair down and pull the covers up over her little body with such tenderness that Nat knows why he’d brought home a cat last month, bought a building to turn into a dance studio a year and a half ago, and asked her on a date three years ago.

Her.

Sarah had changed everything.

Logistically, Steve had retired, and that removed him from the orbit of their team and their missions, resulting in slightly more time that she interacted with Bucky before they retired, but she’d never sat back and critically analyzed what had changed before that.

Sarah had changed her, too, no question.

But now she can see it.

Sarah was the first baby born close to Bucky, and he’d been smitten and over the moon about her immediately.

She was the first thing the man had loved unconditionally and without apology, a love unrestrained that he had never experienced in possibly any way similar since before he went away to war. Bucky didn’t have to justify it, it just blossomed, taking root in his soul, fully uncovering in a flash the warmth that had mostly been buried for ninety years and probably would have taken so much longer to emerge otherwise.

“Sar, I gotta ask you a question,” Bucky says as he settles in next to Sarah with the book, drawing Nat’s attention back to the moment at hand.

She knew that tone – playful but with something serious underneath. She is always suspicious of that tone.

“Okay.”

“Let me show you something first.” Bucky digs into his pocket and pulls out a sparkling engagement ring.

Nat’s heart leaps into her chest, and it is only due to a lifetime of training to be imperceptible at all times that keeps her from gasping outright at the sight.

Sarah did gasp and ooooh appropriately though.

“Is that for Auntie Nat?” she chirps with excitement.

“I think so. I know you wanted me to marry you, and I still will if that’s what you want, but what if I married Auntie Nat?”

“Hmm,” she reaches out and delicately traces her tiny fingers over the ring Bucky was letting her examine. “That might be okay.”

“You sure?”

“Well, I was thinking, you’re going to be really old when I’m finally ready to get married.”

“Oh, that might be true,” he agrees, barely holding back a laugh.

“Yeah. You might be really wrinkly when I’m done with school, and I was thinking maybe I would marry someone else instead.”

“Sar… you say that like you already have someone in mind…”

“I don’t know for sure, I’m still deciding if I want to marry them or not!”

“Is it someone in your class?”

Nat bites her lip, grinning. She was certain she knew exactly who was being considered after seeing the kids in Sarah’s class picking up her goddaughter a few times from school.

“Maaaaaybe.”

“Well, okay. Only if I approve. Do you approve of Auntie Nat?”

Sarah nods eagerly. “I do. She is pretty, and kind, and the best ballet teacher, and she makes you laugh, and she does my hair in the good braids, and she is so smart, and always takes me for ice cream when I ask her, and has loved me my whole life, so I think it would be okay if you marry her.”

“Those are some of my favorite things, too,” Bucky says. “If you promise to keep it a secret that I’m gonna ask her, I promise you can be the flower girl at the wedding, deal?” He palms the ring and extends his pinky finger.

Without hesitation, Sarah locks her pinky with his. “Deal!” she agrees, beaming up at him. “Now read me my book.”

She snuggles down into his side, and he rolls his eyes. “You are a demanding little thing.”

“Daddy says it’s good to let people know exactly what you want.”

“Of course, he does.” Bucky leans down to kiss the top of her head, then wraps his arm around her and opens the book on his lap so they both can see as he starts to read, and Nat decides to retreat to the living room to let them have more time together.

SIX

Nat rolls her shoulders and yawns, turning to lay on her back. She frowns upon discovering Bucky’s side of the bed is uncharacteristically empty, the happy weight of Alpine sleeping atop the blankets at foot of their bed missing as well.

Then she registers a piercing stare from across the room and leans up only to see Bucky sitting in the decorative armchair they almost never used. He is stroking Alpine behind the ears, happily curled up in his lap, but his eyes are locked on her.

“Um, good morning, Cyborg.”

“You know.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t certain when it happened, but then I thought about it all night.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I had grand intentions, but you overheard everything last night. I didn’t hear you creep up on us, which means you must’ve gotten there when Sarah and I were making a ruckus, but I did hear you slip away when I started reading her Ramona, so you already know I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

Nat sits up and smiles. “Oh. That. You can still pursue your grand intentions.”

“Nope, they’re ruined.”

“But I don’t know what your grand intentions are! You could still surprise me!”

“Nope, you’re expecting to be surprised.”

“You love that kind of challenge!”

“Nope, I’m obstinately averse now. I’ve decided I won’t be satisfied by anything else than seeing my ring on your finger straightaway.”

“Then you better get over here and ask me,” she says simply.

He stands, depositing Alpine softly on the chair behind him, crosses the bedroom, and kneels next to Nat’s side of the bed. With one hand, he grabs both of hers, with the other, he holds out the ring, gleaming against his black vibranium fingers. Then he lifts his gaze to hers, and all the sullen staring from moments before has melted away leaving only the pure adoration he holds for her.

“Will you?” His voice is thick with emotion.

“You know I will.”

“I don’t want to do anything except share the rest of my life with you,” he says, delicately but decisively slipping the ring onto her finger.

Nat pulls his face up to hers in a fierce kiss, and he crawls up onto the bed with her, wrapping her up in his arms, and laying her back down, ready to express again, as they had so many times over the past few years, how much they mean to each other in every way. They make vows with their words, their lips, and their bodies, giving themselves over completely as they already had, and as they would in perpetuity.

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Worse Before It's Better

Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Written for the 2023 Hurt/Comfort Exchange

Warnings: 18+, angst, blood/injuries, scars, ptsd

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: I just really fucking looooove writing for these two. I love letting them be angsty together and soft together. They're so good for that.

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There had only been one real exchange of words between them the entire time. When Natasha had finally found him, finally gotten to him, she could hardly believe the state of him. She recognized him, because she would always be able to recognize him, but he hardly looked like himself.

“Barnes?” the name fell from her lips like a question, like a plea.

Eyes red from tears and pain, his face littered with cuts and bruises, he looked back at her, his voice grated but just as desperate as he said, “Natasha?”

That was the only thing he’d said to her. Everything else that was said, was all Natasha. It wasn’t as though she even said all that much, but what little she did say, Bucky didn’t offer any responses for. With his metal arm slung across her shoulders and her arm braced against his lower back, the two of them made their way towards freedom as quickly as they could. Natasha gave directions and quiet reassurances as they walked, none of which Bucky replied to. What little energy and strength he had was going into keeping himself upright. At that point, Natasha was all but dragging him along as she went, but they hadn’t tumbled. The adrenaline amplified her raw strength, and they were both lucky for that otherwise Bucky wasn’t sure if they would’ve made it out, if he would’ve made it out.

But then they were in the car. Natasha was behind the wheel, speeding down roads so fast that it wouldn’t have mattered if the cops tried to pull her over, because they never would’ve caught up to her. Her hands were wrapped tight around steering wheel, grip so severe she wondered if the wheel was going to be permanently formed to her hands after the fact.

Meanwhile, Bucky sat in the passenger seat. Natasha had buckled him in since he hadn’t made any move to do it for himself when he had sat down. For as large of a man as he was, he had never looked as small as he did right then. He sat there, nearly motionless except for the clenching and unclenching of his metal hand. Everything else about him was eerily still—it was hard for Natasha to even see the rise and fall of his chest even though she knew that he was breathing.

When the car came to a stop, it was the first time that Natasha really saw Bucky turn and try to look around at where they were. She didn’t know if he would recognize it. The area, maybe, but to the extent of her knowledge, he’d never been to this particular safehouse before. It wasn’t one that was sanctioned by anyone—it was one of her personal hideaways, of which she had precious few now.

“Come on,” she said as she cut the ignition.

She knew that Bucky wasn’t really going to make any move on his own, but she still had to say it. She unbuckled herself and quickly strode around to the other side of the car, head on a swivel to make sure that no one was around and watching them as she pulled the passenger door open. She saw Bucky turn to look at her, but he didn’t say anything or move at all as she reached across him to undo his seatbelt.

Looping her arm behind him once more, she pulled him towards the edge of the seat. He didn’t fight her on it, swinging his legs so that his feet landed on the blacktop. It took him longer than it normally would, but he did eventually get himself upright onto his feet. Once he regained a bit of his balance, he could’ve walked in on his own. He allowed himself the small comfort of Natasha’s arm being around him, though, the sound of their footsteps being in-sync with each other’s. It was all he had for the moment.

He watched as Natasha took out her keys. He leaned against the wall beside the door as she unlocked it. His eyes were glued to her hands, unable to focus on more than one thing at a time as she slid the key into the lock. Key in the palm of one hand, Natasha put her other into Bucky’s giving him a gentle tug through the door so that she could shut and lock it behind them, putting them in to as much safety as they could be afforded given everything that had happened.

Even though Bucky didn’t seem any more comfortable or relieved than he had a few moments before, Natasha’s shoulders slumped in relief once the door was locked and they were alone. She flipped a few of the lights on, not all of them as an act of mercy to Bucky who seemed like he was on the brink of flinching at just about any and every change. It was more light than she’d had up until that point, though, and it was enough for her to get a better look at his injuries, how bad they were.

Before she could stop herself, she whispered, “What did they do to you?” as she reached, fingertips brushing against the cold metal of his arm.

He didn’t answer, could hardly bring himself to meet her eyes when she asked him the question. Part of him wanted to tell her. If anyone would understand what he’d been through, it would be her. But he knew that if he opened those floodgates, started to talk about what they’d done, he’d shatter in a way that would take too long to be put back together.

Clearing his throat, despite how raw it felt, Bucky didn’t his best to sound as level as he could as he asked, “Shower?”

Natasha nodded instantly, her brain kicking back into gear. She went to take his hand again, purely out of habit, but she noticed how he flinched away this time. She tried not to let the emotional sting of that linger, tried not to think too much into it because of the circumstances.

Allowing her hand to fall back to her side, she nodded towards the other end of the house. “Yea, this way.”

Bucky followed her dutifully through each room. Normally he’d be more observant about where they were, what Natasha had in her house, but he didn’t have enough spare energy for that. All he could afford to focus on was her, and where they were going.

The bathroom was small. It felt just this side of cramped as the two of them both standing in it. Bucky kept himself pressed back against the closed bathroom door, waiting and watching as Natasha maneuvered around the room getting things set up for him. She grabbed fresh towels and facecloths for him. She said something about helping himself to whatever soaps and shampoos and whatever else she had in there, but Bucky wasn’t particularly listening.

The sound of the water sputtering for a few seconds out of the shower head, warming up after going so long without use, made Bucky's head snap towards the sound. Every muscle in his body tensed, and even when he realized what it had been, he couldn’t fully relax.

“Here,” she said, holding her hand out in an offer for him to take it, “let me help.”

He didn’t take her hand, but he did pry his back away from the door. It only took one step on his part to put the two of them nearly chest to chest. Looking past all the bruises and cuts, Natasha could see that there was still fear in his eyes. She wished that she could just reach up and wipe it all away, the injuries, the panic, the memories, all of it. Bucky looked down at her, and he could’ve sworn that he could feel the warmth radiating off of her even though they weren’t touching. He wished that he could feel the comfort that it should’ve been providing him. Everything that she’d done to rescue him, all that she’d risked, and he felt too blocked up to even properly try to thank her.

Feeling like if she didn’t prompt him somehow, he wasn’t ever going to actually undress and get into the shower to try and clean himself off, Natasha reached for the bottom hem of Bucky’s shirt. Her fingertips lightly grasped the fabric between them. She started to gently pull it upwards when suddenly Bucky reached, snatching her wrist in the cold, harsh grasp of his metal hand. His grip tightened enough to not only cause Natasha to let go of the cloth between her fingers, but to make her let out a shocked whimper of pain.

Bucky realized what he was doing as soon as she made the sound, and he tried to get himself to let her go, but he couldn’t. All the fear that was causing him to crumble from the inside out was making it impossible for him to fully let her go. The best he could manage was slightly loosening his grip, saving her from snapping any bones.

Despite the tears of pain in her eyes, when Natasha breathed in and spoke, it was all steady. “You’re safe here, James.” She nodded when his grip loosened just a little bit more. “It’s okay.”

Finally wrenching his hand open, he pulled it away from her just as quickly as he’d reached for her. He shook his head, trying to make himself sound much more assured than he really was as he said, “I’m good. Sorry.”

She frowned, seeing how much effort it took him to try not to fall apart in front of her. She couldn’t blame him, really, not when she was usually doing the same thing. But after everything that he had just gone through, it would make more sense if he fell apart rather than not. And if he didn’t feel safe doing that in front of her, who else was there?

“It’s okay if you’re not,” she said, tempted to reach out to try and offer a comforting touch but unsure about what response it would trigger in him.

“I am,” he lied again with a nod.

She didn’t want to turn it into an argument. So, instead, she just gave in as she tried to slip past him towards the door. “I’ve got some extra clothes for you in the car. I’ll grab them while you’re, you know…” she trailed off as she nodded towards the shower.

He tried to hide the tremble that was starting in his bottom lip as he nodded. “Thanks.”

By the time that Natasha came back to the bathroom with a spare set of clothes for him, Bucky was already in the shower, his clothes in a tattered heap on the floor. The entire room was filled with steam, mirror already fogged up as she set the t-shirt and lounge pants on the counter of the sink.

“Clothes are on the counter,” she said, her voice quiet but just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the running water.

She waited for a response that never came. Turning to look at the tub, she could just barely make out Bucky’s silhouette on the other side of the curtain. She could see that he was sitting down, and it broke her heart. She wished that she could say or do something that would make it all better. She wished she could slide in with him, wipe away the blood and the dirt and the pain. Since she couldn’t, she just took a deep breath and quietly grabbed his clothes from the floor as she slipped back out of the bathroom, lightly shutting the door behind her as she went.

Bucky heard the door click shut behind Natasha, and he let out the breath that he had been holding, one that nearly turned into a sob as he dropped his forehead forward so that it rested against his knees. The second after he’d stepped into the shower, he’d crumpled to the floor. Arms wrapped around his legs, forehead pinned against his knees, he felt the water beating down his back and against his hair. He could see the first layers of blood and filth darkening the water that flowed towards and then down the drain. He wanted to have the strength, the wherewithal to scrub the rest of it away, but he didn’t yet. So instead, he let the water do what it could, which would have to be enough for now.

He lost track of how long he had been sitting there, but it must’ve been longer than he realized because he heard another knock at the bathroom door, followed by Natasha’s voice saying, “Just making sure you didn’t drown in there.”

He wished that he had the energy to smile at that. His voice came out heavy as he said, “Not yet.”

“Are you…” she trailed off before deciding to rephrase, “Do you need help?”

He shook his head for a moment before remembering that she couldn’t actually see him. “No.”

Taking a deep breath, Natasha nodded to herself as she said, “Okay. Let me know if you do.”

When he heard the door shut again, he finally forced himself to actually make use of the shower. Even when he was done, though, he still didn’t feel clean. He didn’t know when he would again, if he would again. But at least the dried blood was gone now. All of his injuries were visible now, and so were all of his scars. There was no filth to cover up the bruises and the cuts anymore—it was almost enough to make him wish that he hadn’t cleaned himself off in the first place.

Shutting the water off, he pulled the curtain back and dried himself off. He tried to move quickly, desperately wanting to cover himself up, but any movement that was too fast sent a jolt of pain through him. Finally tossing the towel aside, he dressed himself in the clothes that Natasha had set out for him. There was a tiny twinge of comfort that went through him at the fact that everything fit the way he liked, that Natasha had somehow come to know him like that. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Once he hung up the towel, he finally opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, releasing a slew of steam along with him. Raking his fingers back through his hair, he pushed it back out of his face, still able to feel some of the water dripping onto his hair and his shoulders. He couldn’t deny that he felt the tiniest bit better, just a touch more human thanks to hot water and the soaps in Natasha’s shower.

As he wound his way through the house, he wished that he had paid closer attention on their initial walk through so that he would have a better idea of where she would be. He jolted slightly at her clearing her throat, turning himself towards the direction of the sound. Sure enough, she was sitting at the small table in her kitchen, coffee mug in front of her. There was still steam coming off of it, but it didn’t seem like she’d drank any of it, more just made it out of habit.

“Any better?” she asked.

He gave a small nod. “I think so.”

A weak smile crossed her face for a moment. “Good.” Standing up, she gestured to the table. “Sit, I’ll make you some coffee.”

Bucky knew that he wasn’t going to be drinking the coffee that she made him either, but he didn’t fight her on it. They could sit at the table together, both not drinking their coffee, both not quite sure what to say to the other about any of it.

When Natasha was walking back to the table with the mug, she saw that Bucky was starting to bleed through the shirt he was wearing in a couple different places on his back. Taking a deep breath, she fought the urge to reach out and move his shirt to see what was going on. Instead, she set the mug down and waited for him to finally look up at her.

For a moment she almost couldn’t see past the bruises and cuts on his face. Pressing her lips into a thin line for a second, she got herself together enough to say, “You’re still bleeding.”

“What?” his hand was hovering above the coffee mug, just close enough to feel the steam off of it.

“Your back,” she specified, “it’s still bleeding.” When Bucky didn’t move, didn’t say anything, she asked, “Can I look?”

He didn’t want her to. It was bad enough that she had seen him in the shape that he’d been in when she rescued him. Still, there was a part of him that knew that he wasn’t going to get out of this one. It wasn’t that he really owed her for what she’d done for him, but to make himself feel a little better, he could still try to tell himself that he at least owed her this.

“Okay,” he finally forced out.

He peeled the shirt off before she could reach and try to do it for him. Natasha was glad that he wasn’t looking at her as she looked at his back. It was easy to tell which cuts were the ones that were staining the shirt he’d had on. A couple of them would be fine with a bandage over them. One she could tell just by looking at it was going to need some stitches. Those weren’t what were unsettling her, though. What was causing her stomach to turn were the litany of bruises, of burns, of old scars that she’d never seen before, marks that weren’t ever going to go away.

“How bad?” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Clearing her throat, she tried to push her emotions back down as she said, “Not bad. I can take care of them for you.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

She rested her hand on his shoulder for a moment, warm palm to warm skin. “Be right back.”

When Natasha reappeared with the first aid kid, Bucky had repositioned himself on the chair. He was sitting on it backwards, arms braced across the top of it and his forehead resting against his forearms. Despite the sadness of the scene, there was also something about it that caused Natasha to let slip the tiniest bit of a smile.

“Didn’t think you’d be such a good patient,” she joked softly as she pulled her own chair over so that she was sitting behind him.

He hummed, the best he could do in place of a laugh. “Didn’t think I had a choice.”

She opened her first aid kit, which had grown and expanded over the years. It was no surprise to anyone that the standard kit wasn’t going to meet her needs, or the needs of anyone else that might find themselves within the walls of her safehouse. A lot of modifications and additions had been made over the years.

“You know the drill,” she said as she put a pair of gloves on.

“Worse before it’s better,” he muttered as his fists clenched, preparing for the incoming sting of alcohol, of stitches.

She nodded even though he couldn’t see her. “Worse before it’s better.”

They were both silent as she worked. For a few brief moments, she wondered if the circumstances had been different, if they would be talking, joking even. She wondered if there would be snarky banter between them if he hadn’t been in so much pain, if there wasn’t such a heavy emotional sitting in his chest.

Natasha didn’t need a long time for what had to be done. Within a few short minutes, she was packing up her kit and tossing her gloves in the garbage. She was telling him what she’d done as she ran her fingertips along his back, skating around her work and over the old scars, ghosting over the fresh bruises. Bucky tensed, keenly aware of the stark difference between the feeling of the gloves against his skin, and the pads of her fingers.

“Sorry,” Natasha apologized as she pulled her hand away.

“No,” he said, not lifting his head from where it was still perched against his forearms, “it’s, it’s okay.”

She hesitated for a moment, but then she allowed her palm to come back and rest against the skin of his back again. She expected him to flinch again, to pull away, but he didn’t. She could feel the way that he sighed, trying to breathe into the feeling, let it be comforting rather than something he was supposed to be avoiding. The entire reality of it all made a lump start to build at the back of her throat as she ran her hand up and down, careful not to aggravate the scatterings of fresh injuries.

Her silence spoke volumes, and Bucky couldn’t stop himself from saying, “That bad?”

“What?”

“You’re not saying anything,” he said, “so it’s gotta be…”

“I’m sorry,” she said, her palm flattening against him.

“You didn’t—”

“For all of it,” she said, her voice soft.

He sucked in a deep breath at that. It wasn’t on her to apologize for what had happened to him, not this time around, not all of the times before, either. But there was something in the weight of her voice, the genuineness behind it, that he hadn’t heard from anyone in a long time, especially not about something like this. Most things that happened to him, people assumed were his fault, or that in some way he deserved them. Most of the time he felt that way about it all too, and the mess that Natasha had just saved him from was no exception to that. But now she was sitting with him, cleaning his wounds, trying to smooth over his scars, and apologizing to him for things that weren’t her fault. It was hard to find hate for himself in a moment like that.

“Nat?” the word came out, so soft and small as he felt her hand running over the ridges and scars where the metal of his arm bound itself to his shoulder.

She stilled her movements, not sure where the next sentence was going to go. “Yea?”

He tried to clear his throat, but his response still came out raspy, tears still gathering at the edges of his closed eyes as he said, “Thank you.”

Natasha couldn’t stop herself as she leaned forward, her forehead pressing against his back as his forehead rested against his arms. The breath she let out was ragged, uneven, bubbling over with all the feelings that she had been trying to keep under control because it hadn’t been the right moment for her to be emotional.

She slowly pulled herself away from him before standing up. Her hand was still resting on his shoulder, fingertips still brushing along the scar tissue that lined the metal of his arm. “I’ll get you an extra shirt.”

He finally lifted his head, turning to look at her as her hand began to fall away from her shoulder as she went back through the house. It took him a moment, but he forced himself up out of the chair that he had been sitting in. His movements were stiff, slow, but he managed to follow Natasha and catch up to her when she stepped into what he assumed was her bedroom.

Even though she’d heard him following her, she couldn’t stop the look of surprise on her face when she turned around and looked at him. The spare shirt that had been in her hand fell to the floor when she took in the sight of him. It shouldn’t have been surprising to her that his chest and stomach were just as bruised and battered as his back, but for some reason it still knocked the wind out of her. She’d never been one to shy away from things like that, but there was something about seeing him standing there like that, that put her back on her heels.

Bucky watched as she walked closer, finding himself fighting the urge to take one step back for every step that she took forward. Despite how badly he wanted to, his feet seemed rooted to their spot. She materialized in front of him, head tilted back just enough so that she could look him in the eyes. Bucky’s eyes darted back and forth between hers, and her hand that he could see coming up to rest against his chest.

Even with the purple blemishes blooming across his chest, Natasha could still see the goosebumps that rose up across his skin as her palm rested against him. His hand came and wrapped around her wrist again, but this time it was a gentle hold. The metal was still cold against her skin, but it didn’t feel as harsh this time. She started to pull her hand away, thinking that that was what he was going to do, but instead he applied more pressure, pressing his palm against the back of her hand, and her palm against his chest.

The action was practically a green light. Bringing her other hand up, she gently rested it on the side of his face, thumb tracing along the bottom of his jaw. Unlike all of his prior hesitations, his recoils, Bucky found himself melting right into the touch that she was offering him, eyes closing as he leaned into the soft warmth of her palm.

With one hand on his chest, Natasha could feel the newfound steadiness of Bucky’s heartbeat. It was impossible to not feel relieved, accomplished even. There was so little that she could do for him at this point, now that so much damage had been done, but she could still give him this.

Tilting her head up just a little more, Natasha closed the distance between them and brushed her lips against Bucky’s. She didn’t linger, pulling away almost as quickly as she’d leaned in. Before she pulled too far, Bucky reached and placed his other hand on the small of her back, pulling and guiding her back to him again.

It was difficult for him to wrap his head around for a moment, the fact that he was experiencing something so soft and gentle after everything for him had been so harsh. But he tried to soak it up. He leaned a little deeper into her, arm wrapping a little tighter around her back. When he felt her bring her other hand up to cup the other side of his face he didn’t pull away, didn’t even flinch.

He relaxed into her, shoulders dropping their tension as he kissed her back. Underneath all the marks on his face, the worry lines began to fade as Bucky felt Natasha’s hands slide from he sides of his face to the back of his neck, fingers threading through the damp locks of hair that rested there. Part of him wanted to pull her closer, hold her tighter, but whether it was the lingering physical pain, or the fact that he couldn’t remember the last time someone had ever been so careful with him, he didn’t try to make it into anything more than what it was.

Bucky had been more than ready to sleep on the couch, or even on the floor. But it felt like he’d blinked and suddenly he found himself lying on Natasha’s bed with her, faces so close that their noses brushed if one of them shifted at all. He could feel her breath against his skin as she exhaled, could feel her hands still moving, roaming over his chest and sides. He wondered if she was checking to make sure nothing more was broken than what she already knew of. A small part of his brain was still trying to get him to recoil from her touch, to not let anyone know him like that, but he fought it. Natasha already knew him like that. He took a slow, calculated breath, trying just to think about the warmth of her body against his, imaging that each time the pads of her fingers traced over a scar, she got a little closer to smoothing it away.

Bucky’s eyes might’ve been closed, but Natasha’s weren’t. Even in the darkness of her room, she was still studying his face. “James?” she whispered.

Eyes still closed, he mumbled out a soft, “Mm?”

She didn’t know what she had thought she was going to say, but instead of trying to figure it out, she pressed her lips to his again in another soft kiss. He still didn’t open his eyes, but for the first time all night, the ends if his mouth tried to lift up into a smile against all the exhaustion and pain. Natasha took the win, letting her forehead come back to rest against his and finally letting her eyes close too.

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incorrect-random-fandom · 2 years

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Bucky: Natalia, you aren't as intimidating as you think.

Natasha: If my words aren't sharp enough, James, maybe this knife will suffice.

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httpjupiterbby · 1 year

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fic idea… a little high fic idea

fucked up child star Y/n meet 35 year old toxic legendary actress Natasha Romanoff married to legendary actor James “bucky” Barnes, who turned her life upside down at the age of 19. Now meet up 6 years later after their divorce to tell their fucked up forbidden drug scandal affair.

tw: very dark, toxic milf actress!natasha, drug addiction, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, talks about assault, mental health issues, suicide prevention, love addiction, death, drug overdose, alcohol, strippers; more added later.

definitely a lot of smut. very dirty… very very dirty.

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elizabethsnuts · 10 months

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I’ve got another one! Also before then when you make a taglist can i be added to it? Bucky and his daughter playing around ( being tossed, swung, and other considerably dangerous things with the metal arm) and Natasha just freaking out

“Be careful!”

Winterwidow x daughter!reader

Summary: Bucky is playing with his daughter and freaking Natasha out.

A/N: sorry this took so long, i’ve been a bit busy! I swear i’ll add a taglist soon <3

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Bucky, ever the playful father, found himself engaged in an energetic playtime with Y/N. With a grin spread on his face, he was swinging you up into the air, catching you securely in his arms before playfully spinning you around.

Your sweet laughter filled the room, your tiny hands reaching out for more of these thrilling adventures with your papa. You trusted him implicitly, finding delight in the exhilarating moments you guys shared together.

But Natasha, your ever vigilant mother, watched with a mixture of adoration and concern. Her eyes widened as Bucky tossed you up higher than she deemed safe, her heart skipping a beat in worry.

"Bucky, be careful!" Natasha called out, her voice laced with a touch of panic. She rushed forward, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive.

But Bucky, with years of experience and an unwavering confidence in his abilities, knew exactly what he was doing. He caught you with ease, his metal arm providing an unyielding strength and security.

"Relax, Nat," Bucky reassured her, his voice steady and confident. "I've got her. I won't let anything happen to her I swear."

Natasha bit her lip, her eyes flickering between the sheer joy on your face and the trust she had with her husband. She knew the bond you and Bucky shared and the deep love that encompassed the two interactions.

“Alright just please for my sake, don’t drop her.” A smile spreading across her face as she spoke.

As Bucky continued the playful antics, he made sure to maintain a balance between exhilaration and safety. He ensured that you still felt the thrill of being tossed up into the air, yet always catching you securely, being mindful of your delicate frame.

Natasha, slowly but surely, began to relax. She realized that as much as she wanted to shield you from any potential harm, she also needed to trust Bucky's instincts and judgment as a father.

In that moment, amidst the laughter and play, Natasha couldn't help but be grateful for the extraordinary bond that existed between Bucky and Y/N. Their shared experiences, even if they caused her to worry at times, were an essential part of their journey as a family.

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marvelslittlewhore · 1 year

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Winterwidow

Angst: ꕥ | dark: ☾ | smut: ✮ | fluff: ❀

Nothing yet...

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arlana-likes-to-write · 10 months

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Second Chance - Chapter 3

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Warning: mention of blip, death, life support, jealousy, panic attack

Word Count: 3.9 k

So the problem with taking a long nap, it was hard to fall asleep. It also didn’t help that your stomach was a little upset from dinner. FRIDAY informed you that the common floor had ginger ale and crackers. You sat on the couch with your sketchbook on your lap and crackers next to you. You preferred drawing comics or line art, realism wasn’t your thing. But drawing portraits of people helped you remember them and the memories. You were drawing your mom when she was in the courtroom. It was rare that she let you come with her and watch her do her thing. She was afraid that you were going to be a target if people connected you to her.

You missed her so much and you wished she was here to help you through this. When the doctors came into her room at the hospital and told you your options, it was the hardest decision you had to make. But you knew your mom better than anyone, she was your best friend, and you knew she wouldn’t want to be in a vegetative state. So, she was taken off life support and her organs were donated to help save lives. You whipped a tear from your eye before it fell onto your sketchbook. “Why are you crying in the dark?” A voice laced with a Russian accent asked. You jumped, not expecting a voice. In front of you was a blonde-haired girl wearing sweatpants and a SHIELD training shirt. She was fresh out of a shower; her hair was damp and braided.

“Maybe because I don’t like crying when it’s bright outside,” she shrugged and made her way to the kitchen. You spun around to lean on the back of the couch. The blonde was taking out the leftovers from dinner. “Who are you?” If you were to make an educated guess, she was related to Natasha in some way.

“Your Stark’s kid,” she deflected your question with a statement of her own. “I’m surprised he doesn’t have more of you running around.”

“Probably does,” you said. “I wouldn’t put it past dear old dad,” she placed her food in the microwave and turned to face you, arms crossed against her chest. Her green eyes flickered to the beanie you still chose to wear. “I find it unfair you know who I am and I don’t know you.” She smirked and turned to take her food out of the microwave.

“Where is the fun in that, Stark?”

“Easton,” you corrected her. She raised a questioning eyebrow at you. “I go by my mother’s maiden name since she is the one who raised me and Tony didn’t.” Your mom never spoke ill of the man when you questioned why he was never around. Instead, she told you the truth that she never told him she was pregnant. You stopped asking questions because you didn’t need him. Your mom was all you needed.

“Well, Easton,” she smiled. “It was nice meeting you. Try to get some sleep.” She walked back over to the elevator and stepped inside.

“Sleep tight, blondie,” you sat back down on the couch and focused on your drawing. But you didn’t miss the look of surprise on her face as the metal doors closed. You chuckled, popping a cracker into your mouth. You weren’t worried about the mysterious blonde that got food quickly and left. You figured she was supposed to be here since Tony’s AI didn’t alert anyone or alarms didn’t go off. Now you weren’t an Avengers super fan but you knew of them through the news and research for your comics but you didn’t recognize her. She must be a new addition post the Blip. You sighed, biting the end of the pencil.

You weren’t part of the half of the population that was taken. There was a part of you that wished you were. The car accident happened a few months before the Blip. So you grieved your mom and those you lost. It was hard. You threw yourself into your drawings, and your research, and traveled the world to help others to ignore your grief. It worked. Was it unhealthy? Yes. But you helped a lot of people, wasn’t that worth it?

You cleaned up the crackers and cleaned the glass you used. There was an ache in your bones and you knew it was time for bed.

You were back on the common floor in the kitchen, sipping on coffee and waiting for your oatmeal to be done. You thanked every god that existed that your taste buds still liked coffee. The microwave beeped and you took it out. As you ate it you made a list of things you needed to do before the weekend was over and your doctor appointment tomorrow morning. Your new room was fully furnished even with kitchen appliances so you could donate your furniture except the desk and bean bag in your office. You could put the desk you had in your bedroom or near the window in the living room. The hall closet would be before seasonal clothes, extra supplies, and a few things you kept that were your mom’s. You had a lot of stuff which meant you needed to go through everything and donate the stuff you didn’t need. But you weren’t sure how long you would be at the tower? Was it a permanent placement? Or until you got better, if you got better. You didn’t like to think about that. “How did you sleep?” Natasha asked, walking up to the coffee pot and pouring herself some.

“Okay,” you took a bite of your oatmeal. “I think that nap messed up my sleeping schedule.” You giggled. You couldn’t help but stare at the redhead in front of you, trying to compare features from the blonde you met last night. They had similar eye color and teasing look in their eyes. They even smirked the same.

“You're starring,” Natasha smirked. “I’m sorry but I’m spoken for and I don’t think Tony would like that.” You looked away from her so she didn’t see your embarrassment but a playful smile danced on your lips.

“Sorry, I guess I’m more tired than I thought,” you looked back at the Black Widow. “Or you're just that mesmerizing to look at.” Natasha groaned, gently slapping you on the shoulder.

“You flirt better than your father, I'll give you that,” you giggled. “Well I was thinking if you weren’t that tired,” she leaned against the counter. “We could borrow a few of Stark’s cars and go to your apartment to get your things. I can bribe Bucky, Steve, and my sister to help.” Sister? Interesting. But you didn’t dwell too much on that.

“Why are you offering to help?” You asked with a tilt of your head.

“This can’t be easy,” she stated. “With your diagnosis, reaching out to your biological father, and moving into a new place with new people,” you smiled. It was not easy. “But I bet having stuff you're familiar with can make it easier.” She was right. The bed was comfortable but you missed your mom’s guilt. The walls were bare, missing your photos and artwork.

“Thank you, Natasha.”

“Don’t mention it. I’ll go round up the delinquents. Do you need clothes to wear?” You looked down at your sleeping clothes. You could change into the clothes you were wearing yesterday but they were dirty.

“Uh yeah,” you scratched the back of your head. “I wasn’t expecting him to offer me a place at the tower.” It was common practice for you to take an overnight bag when you went somewhere due to your random spots of fatigue. You expected to be back at your apartment by lunch night. Natasha frowned.

“Did you not expect Tony to help you?” The Black Widow asked. You shrugged.

“I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” you told her. The frown remained on Natasha’s face.

“Wanda will have something for you to wear. FRIDAY, can you inform Wanda to meet Y/n at her room with clothes?” The AI confirmed she would alert the witch. You smiled.

“Thanks again, Nat,” you weren’t expecting this level of kindness from the other Avengers.

“Just tell FRIDAY when you're ready,” you finished your breakfast and cleaned up the dishes. By the time you took the elevator to the floor you were on, Wanda was outside your door with an armful of clothes. You laughed.

“Got enough options?” You teased, opening the door for her. She huffed with a roll of her eyes.

“I wasn’t sure what would fit or your style,” she dumped the clothes onto the couch. “So I brought a lot,” she surveyed the mess she created. “Okay, I may have gone a little overboard.” You giggled and started to go through the pile. You settled on a SHIELD shirt, that matched the blonde’s last night, and a pair of black shorts. But a few dresses did catch your eye and you made a mental note to ask her to burrow them. After a quick shower and changing into clothes, you informed the AI that you were ready.

“Miss. Romanoff and company are in the garage,” you grabbed your wallet, keys, and phone. “Step into the elevator and I’ll bring you down.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY,” you said, walking out of your room and to the elevator. Once inside, your mind began to race. You leaned back on the metal wall, looked up at the ceiling, and stared at your reflection. Was your apartment clean? You couldn’t remember. It was another effect of chemo - you called it chemo brain. Sometimes you couldn’t remember if you turned off the oven or locked the door. It was why drawing helped so much to pinpoint and focus on specific memories.

So was your apartment clean? Gods, you hoped so. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. You tried to push down your anxiety at the thought of 4 Avengers walking into a messy apartment. The elevator doors opened and you saw Natasha, Buck, and Steve next to a moving van and the blonde you met leaning against a red Mustang. The sight made you smile. “Hey Blondie,” her head snapped to you.

“Blondie?” Natasha questioned looking at who you assumed was her sister.

“Easton,” she smirked. “You are the reason I was pulled out of bed.” You rolled your eyes.

“I believe that was your sister,” you tilted your head to Natasha. The three Avengers watched the interaction with confusion all over their faces. “We met last night. She knew who I was but refused to tell me her name so from now until she tells me her name she will be Blondie.” Natasha shook her head with a defeated sigh.

“Ya delayueta (idiot),” she said, hitting her sister’s arm. Whatever she said made Bucky chuckle. It was Russian that you knew but you and Steve looked at each other, the only ones not understanding the language. Her sister frowned, rubbing the spot Natasha hit. “You’ll be riding with my sister,” you huffed. Her name was still a mystery but the blonde looked smug. “We’ll follow you.”

“Sounds good, you smiled, getting into the passenger seat. You didn’t catch whatever Natasha said to her sister before they got into the van. The blonde got with a sigh and turned on the car. “What did she say to you?”

“Put your address in,” she handed you her phone with the maps app already up instead of answering. You did as she asked and plugged it into the charger. “She told me to stop being difficult.” She began the drive to your apartment.

“Difficult?” You didn’t think she was. “Why are you being difficult?” But you were curious why she kept her name a mystery. You couldn’t find much about her online with a quick Google search.

“It’s more fun,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Do you not think so, Easton?”

“Whatever you say, blondie,” you smiled. “Whatever you say.”

You unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped out of the way for the Avengers to enter. It was a 2 bedroom, 1 ½ bathroom. You used your second bedroom as your office and art studio since no one was coming to visit you. You were lucky to afford a place like this on your own and a glance around it wasn’t a mess. Bucky carried in some moving boxes. “So all the furniture is gonna stay beside the stuff in my office. The pots, pans, and utensils will be donated. I guess we’ll pack as much as we can today and I’ll come back another day to finish it.”

“Anything you want to prioritize?” Steve asked.

“My clothes,” you smiled. “As much as I love Wanda’s clothes, I don’t think this is my vibe.” Natasha laughed.

“I’ll handle your clothes.”

“Steve and I will get your furniture from your office,” Bucky suggested.

“And I’ll stand here and look pretty.”

“Ya delayueta (idiot),” you teased. Bucky, Natasha, and the blonde looked at you, mouths open. “I pick up on languages easily,” A quick Google search also didn’t help. “It’s Russian for idiot,” you told the blonde super soldier. Steve smiled, shaking his head with a laugh.

“She’s not wrong.” She gasped, clutching her chest.

“Steve Rogers, how could you?” You smiled.

“I’ll buy pizza if you do some work, blondie.” You said and walked over to your hall closet to get a cooler and some reusable bags. Packing up the kitchen was going to be your job so you could go through the fridge and pantry. Natasha headed off to your bedroom and Steve and Bucky went to your office which left the blonde in your living space. She put a box together and began to take the pictures off the wall. You couldn’t help but watch her. The living room was decorated with pictures and items from your travels and the research you’ve done. She would look at the picture for a little bit before putting it into the box. It was odd, a stranger was going through some of your most prized possessions, packing them up so you could move into the Avengers’ tower. What a strange life you were living.

“So,” you looked at the blonde. “What languages do you know?”

“I’m fluent in English and German but I’ve traveled a lot and I can put up with delicate differences.” She nodded, picking up a handmade mug you got while volunteering in South Africa. You continued to watch her. There was an odd look on her face. You frowned, going back to cleaning out the fridge not wanting to think too much about it.

Yelena walked into the spare room you deemed as your office. The space was cleaned out of a desk, a bean bag, and an art easel. There was something about you that Yelena found intriguing but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She put together one of the moving boxes and began to take the artwork off the wall. They were all line drawings of various sea creatures with watercolor accents. Her favorite was the blue whale with her calf. Once they were safely in the box, Yelena opened the closet. She wondered how you could afford this place on top of your medical expenses. A majority of the stuff was extra art supplies and canvas, all still in their original packaging. But what caught her eye was the flying cabinet. She couldn’t help herself as she knelt in front of it and opened the bottom drawer. Was it an invasion of privacy? Probably but Yelena was a spy at heart and her curiosity got the best of her.

She wasn’t surprised that she found more of your artwork but the contents of the pictures were surprising. It was the Avengers in comic book format. The mission they were on Yelena didn’t recognize so she assumed you made it up. The details were impressive. She put the comic back and picked up another drawing. It was a realistic portrait of a woman. Yelena didn’t know her but she saw similar features of you in her. She made the educated guess she was your mother. Natasha called her on her flight back from St. Petersburg and explained your story to her; diagnosed with cancer and the only family you had left was Tony because a car accident killed your mother. It was weird learning about your life through pictures she had to pack. You’ve traveled and seen the world by choice. You had a loving mother and now a father that brought you in without question. Those relationships weren’t brought together by a Red Room mission. She understood the feeling that grew when she saw you. Jealousy. She was jealous. Jealous of a girl who was dying unless she got a bone marrow transplant. It was ridiculous, uncalled for. But she couldn’t help it. Every time she learned something about you, a warm feeling built in her chest and she envied everything. “For a spy, you're pretty easy to sneak up on,” Yelena jumped, turning around quickly. You were standing in the doorway with a playful smile on your face. “Whatcha got there, blondie?” You asked, walked over to her, and sat down. Smiling, you looked at the picture in her hand. “That’s my mom. It was right before the car accident.”

“They never found out who caused it, right?” You nodded, taking the picture from her. Yelena frowned, not liking the sadness radiating from you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone through your stuff.” You placed the photo back where it belonged.

“Don’t worry about it,” you stood up, holding out your hand to help her up. Yelena hesitated (she wondered if you noticed) but finally took it. Your hand was smooth against hers beside the small callus on your finger. “You would have seen them eventually. The pizza is here. I guess you did enough to deserve it.” You teased her. Yelena chuckled, rolling her eyes. She wondered how you kept your heart. It was what Melina said to her and Natasha before the Red Room took them - ‘don’t let them take your heart.’ Life had not been easy for you but you still managed to keep your smile and sense of humor. It was another thing on her list to envy.

“Your evil, Easton,” you giggled, looking back over your shoulder.

“You don’t know half of it.”

FRIDAY told you that Tony was in his lap. You held a box that was decorated in red and gold, tight underneath your arm. In hindsight, you should have known who your father was based on the color of the box but you only saw it once or twice. When the lab door opened, Tony looked up from his workbench. “Hey kid, how was moving out of the apartment?” He asked.

“Good,” you sat down on an empty stool next to him. “I have to go back again but a majority of my stuff is here.” You watched his eyes glance at the box.

“Well, let me know if I can help,” you nodded, tracing the lid of the box with your finger and looking away from him. Tony pulled up another stool. “Hey,” you looked at him. “What’s wrong?” You sighed, handing him the box.

“The letters she wrote to you,” he took the box, eyes wide as he stared at it. “You can read them or not or destroy them. It’s your choice.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, standing up.

“One more thing,” you let out a shaky breath. “I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Do-do you want to come?” You were afraid to ask him, unsure of his response. But your mom didn’t allow him to be in your life, you wanted to give him the chance. The ball was in his court. You could tell he was shocked by the invitation.

“Of course. I’ll be there,” you felt the weight leave your shoulders. Since your diagnosis, you’ve gone to your doctor's appointment alone. “Just let me know,” you smiled.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you later, Tony,” you left his lap, hearing a ‘see ya’ from behind you. You took the elevator to the floor and into your room. It was a mess, boxes everywhere. You sighed, grabbed your mom’s quilt, and sat on the couch. The quilt belonged to your great-grandmother, who passed away before you were born. She gifted it to your mom when she graduated high school. It was blue and white with stars. You had great memories of you and your mom wrapped in this quilt reading a bedtime story by the campfire. You sighed, falling deeper into the couch and allowing the quilt to keep you warm. The mess could wait and be dealt with another time.

His leg began to shake as he stared at the box still resting in his hand. He felt a panic attack building inside him. It was a long time coming with everything going on but he didn’t have time for it. On shaky legs, he stood up and opened a drawer at his desk pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a glass. It was rare that he drank but he needed something to take the edge off. He picked up the box and sat down on the small couch.

There was a part of him that thought about destroying the box of letters. He didn’t have to know what he missed in the past; he had you now and could look towards the future, no matter how short it may be. No, he couldn’t think like that. He poured his drink. “Tony, your heart rate has elevated. Should I contact Pepper?”

“No, FRIDAY, I’m okay,” he wasn’t sure if he was okay but he opened the box. He wondered if there was an order to the letters. Each one was titled - 1st Christmas, High School Graduation, 5th birthday, and every milestone he missed Jessica wrote him a letter. Tony wasn’t sure how long it took before her words began to blur and he wasn’t making sense of anything. He missed you graduating high school and traveling with Captain Mills to help research how global warming was affecting sharks. He missed all of this because he wasn’t given a choice to be in your life. The beating of his heart was the only thing he heard in his quiet lab. His breathing was erratic as he picked up his full glass and threw it at the wall. The glass shattering startled him as he sat on the ground, back against the couch. He pressed the palm of his hands to his eyes, hoping it would help but it wasn’t. He couldn't stop the growing panic inside of him. It was too much.

Soon he felt fingers running through his hair. FRIDAY must have notified Pepper and he was so out of it that he didn’t hear Pepper enter. “I’m here,” he mumbled. Pepper hummed, pushing some strands off his forehead that were stuck due to sweat.

“That was a big one,” she stated. “Just sit with me, okay?” Tony didn’t have the energy to resist her as he rested his head on her shoulder. The sweet smell of her lavender perfume washed over him. He felt better, felt grounded. His heart rate evened out and his breathing wasn’t as erratic. “Do you want to talk about what triggered it?” She asked softly.

“Later,” he said. “Can we just be?” Pepper nodded, holding him tighter. And they would talk about it later. But for now, they were just Pepper and Tony. Not the CEO of Stark Industries or Iron. Not a mother of 1 and a new father of two. In the quiet and empty lab, they were safe in each other’s arms. Just being Pepper and Tony.

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