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masturbucky · 1 year

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The Intruder

DARK!Winter Soldier x fem!reader

Summary: You had issues with sleeping for the past two weeks. You wake up every night and you swear you can feel someone's staring from the shadows, but there's no one, and you know it's your imagination. Sometimes you feel touches. When you're tired of your mind tricks, you start taking those sleeping pills. It's good for you, and for the man who watches your sleep every night, too. But you dont need to know that. You need to sleep.

WARNINGS: DARK REALLY DARK PLEASE BE AWARE(!!!), Smut, Somnophilia, NON-CONSENSUAL EVERYTHING, AGAIN IT'S A FUCKING RAPE, Obsessive behavior, unprotected p in v, WS basically romanticizes from his sick point what he does to you, no y/n, literally NO comfort, creampie, marking, a bit of knife play(he tears your shirt off and touches you with a knife a bit), a lot of mentions of death by WS, choke kink if you squint, dacryphilia if you squint, what else? ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE! Also I kinda forgot to post it when I finished it and so i remembered only like an hour ago, changed some stuff a bit, but grammar errors are still on the table yk. Also, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. I'M NOT YOUR DADDY I CAN'T TELL YOU SHIT, I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A MINOR, IT'S YOUR PROBLEM.

You sigh, dropping your bag on the couch while slipping out of your shoes on the way to the kitchen. It's a living hell, you think.

Two fucking weeks you can't sleep. You wake up every night, a several times at least, with a fucking panic attack, or in a sleep paralysis, or whatever the fuck it is — you don't know, you don't care, you just want it to stop.

The thing is, you're going insane.

Every night the reason you wake up is this feeling of someone's eyes on you. Someone's staring at you, from the shadowed corner of your room, every night and it doesn't stop. At first you weren't brave enough to look. On the thrid night you said fuck it and turned the light on, looking around. No one, nothing, no trace of anyone's presence. The fuck you expected to see? The windows were closed, same goes to the door — you checked, three times and one more to be sure — and you were honestly confused and tired enough to get back to sleep. Only for the same thing to happen the following night. And the next one. And again, and again, and again.

You changed locks. Better safe than sorry, you know?

It didn't helped. You still feel watched every night.

Sometimes YOU SWEAR you could feel lingering touches on your body. Cold or warm.

Again, you're going insane.

You bought a fucking camera and installed it in your bedroom under the ceiling just to find your sleepy self and your scared to hell awake self, walking around and searching for the fucking intruder, on it in the morning.

You tried to invite your friends over for the night, but — what am I, a fucking joke? — they all laughed at you, when you told your story. Fuck them, really, you should consider searching for new friends.

You decided to go to the therapist your friend (the only one who, thankfully, didn't laughed with the rest, but still brushed you off) recommended you. The point is, you'll have to wait a month to get an appointment in their busy schedule. You ain't gonna wait so long, you need to sleep for fuck's sake.

That's being said, here you are. Reading an instruction list to Flurazepam, which is like a fucking blanket itself, and grinning like an idiot, excited. Fuck your brain really, fuck it's dumb imagination, fuck the imaginary intruder! You need your sleep and you'll get your sleep, thanks to medicine!

Tonight you eat, shower, read your evening book and get to bed happily, excited to finally get some sleep. Maybe you take a bit more Flurazepam than needed. Just in case, you know?

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He entered your apartment the same way as always - it wasn't hard to steal your keys and make a copy. He's used to be unnoticed, they would've been disappointed if he was careless enough to let you know about his mere existence. So far, you're stupid enough not to look into details. Smart enough to try and change locks and install a camera, smart enough to show him that you're safe from everyone, but him.

He stops the recording of this damn camera before walking into your room. He solved this problem the first night you installed it. It's a nice kind of change, he must admit. Seeing you from different angle other than from cameras he installed before is nice, truly. Beautiful, clever and caring about his... needs, even without knowing about him. That's what makes you so divine.

Tonight... To be honest, he was waiting for this just as much as you. He was excited, even. For your sleep and his next move in your relationship, if he could call it that.

He takes his mask and glasses off, walking closer to your bed, to your sleeping, relaxed. Asleep, more calm than usual. Just like the first night. Your breath is soft, heartrate is slow, the pills you took obviously worked. You probably took a bit more than you should have, his dumb little thing you are.

He doesn't know how it all happened, to be honest.

What he knows is, he needs you. Badly. All the time, day and night, needs to see your beauty and he needs to be close to something as perfect as you. He thought they wiped everything that could've been even close to what he feels towards you, but apparently they only made it worse.

More likely they know where he disappears every night to. They know everything, and he noticed how much easier it became to sneak out. And if they know and let it be, then he's allowed to have this. Which probably gives them even more power over him.

But he doesn't care. As long as he can see his angel, as long as he can touch something as perfect as you are, he doesn't give a fuck about what else Hydra would make him do. Consider it done. Consider it dead.

He takes his gloves off, kneeling down beside your bed. Slides your blanket off your body, and takes a deep breath. You're in your usual clothes of choice — this tempting shirt, which he often can see your nipples through, which he allows himself to touch sometimes even, and a comfy pair of underwear. He doesn't know what other men usually consider sexy, but for him it is whatever you wear. Especially this pair of panties.

Brings his hand to your thigh, more confidently than usual strokes the smooth skin up, touching the soft material of your underwear and sliding under the warmth of your shirt, to your belly. He doesn't need to be careful now. You won't wake up anyway, you're too deep in your slumber, thanks to those pills.

He almost groans only at the feeling of your soft, warm skin under his fingertips. It's not often when he touches you UNDER your clothes. Too much of a risk, he never intended to wake you up. It would mean a too big step, he doesn't need you to put up a fight and resist too much. If so, he would have to hurt you. And take you away. He's not ready to do that just yet.

But now? Now he can at least do that much without rushing things into it's natural ending. He could have you now, he could taste you now, and then he would prepare to take you somewhere where he would do that as often as possible. He just has to be patient.

For now he could just leave you a message of who you belong to. A promise, of sorts.

The bed cracked under his weight loudly, thanks god you're so deep in your sleep, and the blade shines in the moonlight, so does the hand, the whole arm. Soldier knows that what he's about to do will break you. But a broken angel is still an angel, a fallen one is not.

However, he's very clear with his messages.

Your shirt goes first. The material breaks easily on a sharp knife, he uses it to kill after all, and he's devouring every second of it. He prays that it wont be possible to erase from his mind, just like it was with you, with his angel.

"Beautiful," He breathes out, his voice hoarse and his throat hurts. He hasn't talked in quite some time.

Your shirt is no longer on his way. And oh god, seeing your chest again makes him believe in heaven, whatever this is. When you'll be his, you won't be wearing any clothes at all. It will be his personal heaven.

"So beautiful..." He lowers the knife to your chest, tracing soft skin, nipples with the backside of it. He could so easily switch the side, he could leave a permanent mark on you, a reminder of your first night as his, but he wont. Not now, at least.

Then he lowers the blade to your underwear. Two simple cuts on either sides - and it's just as dysfunctional as the shirt. But he doesn't think you'll need them anyway, now. He might as well just... Take them, as a little reminder for himself? A promise.

He lifts your pretty legs up, resting them on his shoulders when he settles in between, and slides the thorn material from under you with his flesh arm. He wants to feel this. He wants to savor every touch.

Your panties are left in the pocket of his pants, and he returns his full attention to you. Only if you knew how beautiful you are right now, naked for him, ready for him. He would show you, one day. When you would be conscious and used to him, his presence, his touches. For now, this will do.

The knife is back in it's holder, and he lowers to your warm body. Hands slide up your waist to your tits, and the left one to your neck. Metal fingers trace the warm, delicate skin, pressing ever so slightly. The only time he really focuses on how much pressure he adds. Looks just perfect on you.

He can't wait anymore.

Right hand slides off your body to lower his pants, just enough to free his almost uncomfortable erection. He was so mesmerized by your beauty that he completely forgot about himself.

Leans back slightly, once again admiring the view. His angel, so perfect and peaceful, in her sleep. Your calm face, delicate neck, chest, your belly, legs and, a fucking paradise, your pussy. He can't see much, but he knows its perfect. He had seen it, many times, on the cameras. He also knows what you play with, and where you hide it. Lower drawer of your nightstand.

Soldat leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses on your neck, tasting your skin. It's his time to enjoy, his moment to savor, so he slides his hand down to your exposed to him — only him — heat. You're wet, just a bit. Enough for him, at least. Touching you is a privilege already.

Your legs are pushed up, over his thighs. He doesn't know if he wants to hurry up or take his time, it feels like he needs both. Contradictions became natural to him since he found you.

A deep breath. He lined himself up with your entrance, stroking himself slowly, just a bit. Smearing his precum over your clit and soft folds, enjoying the moment. It's so strange to be so overwhelmed. So excited. You make him feel things he didn't knew he was able to feel, and you have no clue. You will, eventually.

He pushes in slowly, groaning and almost cumming right away, holding himself back and biting on your neck. He takes a second to remind himself about how to breathe. Unbelievable. You feel like death. The best feeling ever, the only good feeling.

When he's fully in, he thinks that calling it a heaven would've been an understatement. Your insides around him are so much more.

When he pulls out to the tip and pushes back in, that's where he could've die happily.

You're so warm. So tight, squeezing his manhood just right. It's where he belonged, it's where he feels complete and forgiven. Your walls hug his dick perfectly, and he want's to stay in there until he fades away. And he wants more.

He's greedy when he starts moving. In and out, slowly at first, but getting faster — yes, he's greedy. He's guilty in more than greed, he doesn't care. With your pussy taking him so well, with your warm body under his hands, his lips, just under him — he doesn't care. It's all his, you're his.

Oh how he wants to hear more than those sweet whimpers from you.

He can imagine. His angel, you, under him, hands gripping on his arms, you'll be begging him for more and crying for him, clamping down on him so deliciously and needy. You'll be screaming — screaming the name he can't quite imagine, he can't remember, but he knows you'll be screaming it. One day.

He will take his time to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, angel, taking all he can give, giving all you have. He will make sure you're shaking and breaking all over again on his cock, tears smeared all over your face and you're drooling with this fucked out look on your divine face-

Oh god, more. He needs more of you, he takes all he can take.

He will leave so much marks on your body, just like now, over your chest and your neck, while you'll be squeezing him inside and begging, begging for his seed-

He cums with a groan, slurred fuck left his lips, headboard of your bed cracks under his metal hand. Aftershock hit the Soldat hard. Right hand gripping on your hip, his breath is ragged and he barely remembers how to breath correctly — he knows this feeling well, but from the bad side. Now? It's euphoric. He doesn't want it to end, he wants to die right here and there, buried deep inside of your heat, with you taking his cum so well, his beautiful angel.

He opens his eyes after what feels like a blissful eternity, his gaze slowly focuses on you under him. He can hear your breath, hard and ragged, he can see a layer of sweat over your body. Small smile cracks on his face. Even in your sleep, you accepted him. You enjoyed it.

He doesn't want to pull out, but he does so anyway. He reminds himself that it's not the last time. He'll have enough chances to do it again with you, after all. He knows what to do. He knows how. He just needs to prepare it.

Soldat looks down, mesmerized by how his seed leaks out of you. There's so much, he has to resist the urge to push it back in. Or to lick it out.

You're so perfect, his beautiful angel. But he has to go.

On a second thought...

He reaches out to your nightstand, barely even looking up from your pretty cunt, still leaking with his cum. Grabs his mask and glasses. Puts both on quickly, then grabs the remote control of your camera from his pocket, and presses on.

After all, he should be very clear with his messages.

#x reader #dark fic #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #winter solider x reader #winter soldier smut #dark!bucky x reader #non con #dark!winter soldier #dark!bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you

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sumbacky · 1 year

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life has been a lot so much lately so i drew Them to cheer myself up :^)

#sambucky #buckysam #winterfalcon #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america and the winter soldier #caatws #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #my art #my first art post surgery how did i do #these past few weeks were the most traumatic ordeal of my life but i am back in business babyyyy #first non-convention related art* i mean lol #i am tired 24/7 but work has been kind n generous enuf to give me more time off so i have all the time to art and just be......#(sammy tired = me tired)

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jasontoddsmommyissues · 2 months

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Okay but what happens if Bucky and Johnny Storm are in a movie together? What then?

#I’ll die that’s what #mcu #bucky #Sebastian Stan #Joseph Quinn #bucky Barnes #human torch #Johnny Storm #fantastic four #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #my husbands together? can you imagine #the fact there’s a non zero chance of that happening is insane #marvel movies #joe quinn #winter soldier #avengers #marvel comics #seb stan

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katabay · 10 months

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steve and bucky, stometime in the 1930s!

it's. like. man, I haven't touched a marvel comic in forever and the mcu is dead to me, but I still love some of those characters so much and god, when winter soldier came out. that sure was an experience :')

anyway. nostalgia!! I ended up writing out a small scene just for kicks, but then I realized that no one was stopping me from drawing it and then it got out of hand because the thumbnails clocked in at a thirty pages, but I've cut it down to twelve through the power of editing, so. in the year 2023. I started working on a pre-serum stucky fancomic.

this feels like something I was doing a decade ago and I feel like I've been transported back in time lmao. you never forget your favorite comics or their movie adaptions!!

#i say comics and their adaptions bc i was reading the winter soldier arc like it was the bible back in middle/highschool #like sitting on the floor of the library DEVOURING it #the difference between me then and me now is that all i do is read non fiction about history #this is like. 616 adjacent but also fuck the 616. definitely not mcu compliant but who cares about that #marvel #american comics tag #steve rogers #bucky barnes #i have a hate-hate relationship with american comics (i am qualified to say this. like. on a literal job level i am qualified)#but GOD do i miss it sometimes. i loved so much about comic culture #sure do hate so many people who work in it tho.

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alostlovergirl · 1 year

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My perfect 1950s housewife- Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you're his perfect 1950s housewife and he was gonna keep it that way.

Warnings: slight manipulation, blood , pain, implied kidnapping, rape, non-con, forced pregnancy, abuse, toxic behaviors, misogyny, and abusive husband. Minors DNI.

I am not responsible for the media that you consume. Please this fic gets really dark and slightly violent.

I just wanted to leave desperately. My eye twitched from the black eye he gave me when I didn't make his dinner right. I pull at the chain keeping me at the stove, where all women belong. My body was exhausted from the constant nights of trying for kids. He always wanted kids and you dian't want kids, but I lost that fight a long time ago. I had given up because I was in pain.

The door slammed and I jumped. He was home. I started to shake as I tried to finish the steak faster, begging to whatever God there was to cook this fucking steak faster. “ Y/N.. Where is my dinner, dear. I am giving you a chance to bring me my dinner." he says in such a sickly sweet tone that it sounded completely fake. Did he forget that you were chained to the stove? Or did he do this on purpose, so he could punish you?

You are completely frozen in fear. What am I supposed to do? I can't move and he was going to hurt me again if I didn't bring him his food. I hear his footsteps coming into the kitchen. I feel his cool arms wrap around my waist. " doll? Did you not hear me?",it was such a shame because he sounded so kind, but he was such an asshole.

He presses soft kisses against my neck and chuckles. " you are letting our steaks burn, doll.", he speaks in such a degrading tone. It sends a shiver down my spine.

" please let me go. I won't tell anyone... "

" not this again, doll. I thought we got pass this." he pulls away, angry. He pulls out a ring of keys and unlocks the chain from the stove. He turns me around and stares at me with confusion. I had tears rolling down my face from fear running through my veins. " why are you crying, doll? I haven't done anything to you. All I did was give you that black eye, but you fucking deserved it. You were being a bad doll. "he says, tilting my head up. He gives me a warm smile, grabbing my face. He wipes my tears.

"you look so good in this new dress I bought you, doll.” he tries to change the subject.

" please. "

He sighs and picks me up, putting me over his shoulder and turning off the stove. "That's it, you are making me mad. I am trying to be nice to you and all you want to do is leave me." he walks upstairs holding me and I know what this means.

" no! Please! I'm sorry! I don't want to leave. I love you! Always have and always will!" I started struggling, crying. He just continued walking towards the room that he had raped me in over and over. I look around, trying to find anyway to escape his grasp. I try to knee him in the face, but I have done that so many times that he just grabs my knee.

" maybe a baby will make you appreciate me and the things I do for you." he grumbles and throws me on the bed as soon as he enters the room. He tosses me on the bed and I start crying, begging him to get off. He doesn't care as he rips my dress off. I thought he liked the dress, but he just wanted it off of me. He doesn't prep me, or even gives me a chance to think before he takes his belt off. He ties it on the headboard and ties my hands up. He wrapped his hand around my throat and slams into me, making me scream out.

" No No no! It hurts so much. Please stop!" he pounded into me dry. Blood started to coat my walls, wetting pussy in the most brutal way possible. He slapped my thigh and pushes deeper.

"say it. I want to hear you say it. Say you love me."

"I love you! I love you so much!I don't ever want to leave!!", I screamed, pulling on the restraints. The pain was unbearable and I knew it was coming. I knew he was going to impregnate me. It was gonna happen sooner or later and you weren't ready for kids. Bucky smacked me across the face.

"You are gonna listen to me, you are gonna do whatever I tell you, do you fucking understand me?" he asked as he started drilling my abused pussy. I nod, quickly and tried to pull away.

" I am gonna fill you with my damn kids. You. Are. My. Perfect. Housewife!” he punctuated every sentence with a painful thrust. It hurts so bad, and he wasn’t gentle at all. He pulled out and flipped me around, pushing my face into the pillow. I screamed into the silk pillowcase as he slammed right back in. I wanted to stop, but he just continued pounding into me with a care about my pain or feelings.

I started screaming for help and all he did was laugh at me because he knew that no one would hear me. He grabs my hair and yanked at it.

" you will wake up every day at 5am, take care of our children, wake me with breakfast, and do every chore in the house while I am at work and the kids at daycare. I don't care how tired you are, you will have dinner on the table by the time I I get home, and if you don’t… you will be punished. Do you understand?”he asks as he suffocates me in the pillow.

I nod and feel hot cum filling my abused pussy and he pulls out with a groan. I collapsed and puts a hand on my pussy. I pulled my hand away and saw dark blood mixed with cum.

I cried, curling up with a silk pillow pressed against my stomach.

Now, you were a few years into the future and you were a used, tired, abused housewife. Every morning at 5 am I struggle out of bed with my swollen belly. I wake up our girls, Belle and Samantha. Then I cook breakfast and with a forced smile on my face, I wake my husband.

He greeted by his bruised wife handing him a hot plate of food. He was happy, even if she wasn't happy.

Note: this is kinda short.

#bucky barnes #marvel #dark marvel #new post #new page #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #marvel smut #non con

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j4c3r0s3 · 6 months

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MINE (Dark Bucky Barnes x reader) CH. 1

Minors DNI

Warnings: light smut (noncon), yandere-ish, knife kink (if you squint). Strong theme, (please be mindful, don't read if this could upset you!)

Word Count: 1.5k

CHAPTER 1

Midnight. That’s what the clock reads as you silently wake up to get a glass of water. Parched. The dryness in your mouth is all you can think of as you sluggishly make your way to the kitchen. The sleep is still heavy, you think to yourself that it'll be easy to rest once again. But first you need water.

Him. As you enter the kitchen in the Avengers Compound, there he is. It’s as if he knew you’d be awake.

“What are you doing up?” Bucky asks as he is standing in the kitchen, doing nothing in particular.

“Getting a glass of water.” You say quietly. You do everything in your power to not look up at the man.

“Are you sure you’re just thirsty for water?” Cockiness laced in his voice.

You don’t answer and simply grab a glass from the shelf. As you turn around you are met with Bucky's chest. It’s bare, and you are disgusted with the closeness. His voice is low as he bends down to your height. His breath right down by your ear. As he whispers:

“I couldn’t figure out why I didn't like you yet. Until tonight.” Bucky so casually moves his lips down to your neck. You instantly freeze, not knowing how to go about this. Once you finally snap out of it, you back away.

“Woah, woah, woah. You need to stop.”

He slowly raises his face so you can make eye contact with him. His voice is full of desire, his eyes staring at you with lust and an undertone of sickness. His head leans in and he softly says. “Why?” His hand reaches up to lightly grip your hair.

“You need to stop.” You pull away from Bucky. Trying to forget about him coming onto you. As you continue to drink your water. He grabs you and turns you around. He stands right in front of you, caressing your chin. He whispers into your ear again.

“Why is it better for me to not flirt with you?” Bucky’s voice still filled with that sick lusty desire.

“You know I am dating Steve. I do not like you in that way.”

He smirks. “That has never stopped me before. I always get what I want.” He pulls your face closer to him.

“Please, stop.” Bucky brings his body closer to yours. He rests his body against yours. Then he wraps his arms around you and you feel his bare chest against you.

He whispers. “We both know you don’t want me to do that.”

“Obviously you don’t. I am not attracted to you, and I am with Steve.” You push Bucky off. Forgetting your water and going back to your shared room with Steve. You crawl back into bed, and curl up to Steve. You just want to feel safe, and secure.

Bucky stares at the direction you went in before whispering to himself. “She will be mine.” Bucky slowly walks up to the door. Waiting. He waits until he knows for sure you are sound asleep. Ever so quietly he sneaks into the room. Not waking you or steve. He watches you. His mind races as his thoughts of you fill up his head. He thinks to himself. ‘She’s going to sleep next to Steve? The nerve of that boy. She belongs to me.’ Bucky’s eyes drift over to Steve, and he thinks to himself once again. ‘He can’t even give her the right attention. He can’t protect her like I can.’ His legs are shaking with anger as he starts walking towards the bed. He stands over the bed thinking. Then Bucky ever so slightly dips down into the bed. His arms wrap around you as he pulls you from the comfort of your own safe space. Basically kidnapping you, he takes you to his room.

You continue to sleep as Bucky slowly lays your body down onto his bed. As you lay next to him your eyes begin to flutter open. A heavy weight is around your wrist, as you groggily turn your head and take witness to Bucky handcuffing you to his bed. You start to properly wake up now. Fear. That is all you feel. He looks up and simply smiles. He whispers. “You’re awake, darling.”

“Wh-what are you doing?” Your voice sounds confused and scared.

Bucky pulls himself closer to you and whispers. “Well I wanted us to cuddle and for me to make you love me.” He starts stroking your hair. His words are full of lust. “I know you can’t fight the attraction you feel towards me, darling.”

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I struggle against the chains but they don’t budge. “Let me go or I'll scream, and everyone in the whole compound will wake up.”

“Oh I do love it when you struggle. Darling, don’t you think I've already come prepared?” Bucky's response is sickly sweet. He then pulls out a gag, and immediately places it around my mouth. My eyes start to fill with more fear, if even possible. My mind races thinking of what he might be planning to do next.

He kisses my shoulder and lips move to my neck. His graze against my pulse point. My skin is supple, soft, and smooth. A perfect canvas for him to show off his art. I start to cry, and whimper. Terrified of the man before me. I can’t call out for help, and I'm bound. Bucky notices the tears.

“What’s wrong, doll?” You’re crying.” He laughs lighty. He knows exactly what he is doing. He fantasized about this moment for months. Not in this particular way, but still. He always gets what he wants. Bucky grabs a small knife from his bedside drawer.

“I know what’s wrong, there's still something between us.” He ever so carefully started to cut through my shirt. I shake my head and pull at the chains, only causing my wrist to turn red. His stare is intense. He removes the last of the tattered clothing.

“So beautiful.” He whispers as he looks over my now bare chest. “What if I told you doll, this will all be over soon if you just let me.”

I shake my head once again, tears streaming down my face. I whimper and do my best to make noise through the gag. I want him to stop. Bucky just grins and as he reaches down to slip off my pajama bottoms. “Just relax, doll. Just relax.” He strokes my cheek and moves my hair around to have a nice grip. His other hand caresses my curves, and breasts. He licks his lips, as his hand slowly moves further down my body. “You do want me. I know you want me.” I shake my head once again I do not want him.

Bucky starts to squeeze my breasts. “Relax, I know this is what you want. I can make you feel so much better than Steve ever could.” His voice condescending, yet cosplaying as if sweet and caring. His hands start to squeeze harder around my breast. In uncomfortable pain, not pleasure. “I can see right through your tears, and your skin can tell me what I want to know.” He chuckles sadistically.

He leans in once again. His breath is hot and I can feel the moistness on my skin. He whispers once again. “Let’s not fight this connection we have between us, alright?” His hand squeezed my breast even more now. His powerful grip causes my lungs to burn, and I struggle to breathe with the gag on. He moves his head down and kisses my mouth through the gag.

“Stop fighting me, sweetheart. I have been wanting you since I met you.” His voice is darker, more firm than before. His breath is heavy and hot, it starts to overwhelm me. “I will make you love me.”

His body pressed against mine, making it even harder to breathe. His warm breath easing its way into my mouth as he continued to kiss me through the gag. He pulls away shedding off his own pants and boxers. Leaving us both nude. His weight is massive against my own. His body presses on mine, and holds my legs down in place. I begin to hyperventilate as my entire body is pinned down. He whispers in my ear. “Tell me that you want me.” His hand grabs a fistfull of my hair, and he moves my head in a nodding motion. “You have no say now. We are going to make love. Your body is now mine.” He uses my body as a ragdoll. Tears stream down my face. He didn’t even prepare for me, for his size. Everything is rough, and raw. I black out from my senses going into override.

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Darkness. Pain. Sorrow. Emptiness. These are how you feel now. You are Bucky’s and he will be damned if you try to do anything about it.

#bucky barnes x reader #dark! bucky barnes #dark! bucky x reader #dark! bucky smut #dark! bucky x y/n #bucky barnes non con #winter soldier

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megggyeggy · 5 months

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After my Winter Soldier imagine/ x ofc, I’m going to write a sad depressing story about Arthur Morgan. I literally cried all morning about that man. 😭 he deserved so much better.

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan sad #arthur morgan smut #winter soldier #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #bucky Barnes non con #bucky barnes smut

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wormgremlin · 8 months

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My one (1) contribution for @yeehawgust

Day 27: A Whole Heap of Trouble

Based on @kayvsworld 's post about cowboy Bucky/Western Winter Soldier

#i was planning to add color buf i ran out of steam #thats what happens when i draw anything non-organic #yeehawgust #slides in at last minute SUP #fyi i started on the 27th and yeah. uh #maybe if my life doesnt fall apart more at the seams i will be able to crank out a much simpler tony for tomorrow's prompt #prolly not #bucky barnes #winter soldier #mcu #marvel #OH MY GOD TUMBLR FUCKING POST IT

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ghost-in-the-corner · 2 years

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Instead of judging people based on their star signs, we need to judge them based on who they think MCU!Peter Parker should be adopted by.

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hollow-l1es · 8 months

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winter soldier looks like he smells like the inside of canadian tire

#sorry non canadians you just won’t get it /j #winter soldier #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #hollow talks #silly tag

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luckycl0ve · 2 years

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❤️🩸🔪🦾

#Bucky #Bucky Barnes #winter soldier #trans bucky #nonbinary bucky #non-binary bucky #body hair #facial hair #knives #knife #as usual and as always and forever. transgenderism is it babey

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omegaversetheory · 1 year

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Poll #3

remember that poll I did last year? Let's do it again! Reblog to boost sample size!

*only using the most popular ships from last year.

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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acta, non verba

tfatws- part v

summary: in which the falcon and the winter soldier become captain america and the white wolf.

wordcount: 5.1k

warnings: cussing, violence, death (karli), sam’s speech hitting too close to home, fluff, john walker

a/n: this officially marks a break in acta, non verba. i’ll still write some headcanons and short stories, but until phase four fleshes out some more, i don’t wanna risk writing in something that doesn’t hold up to somewhat-canon later. the good news is i have short stories planned for hawkeye, nwh, and maybe moon knight to add to acta, non verba, so we’ll see where it takes us. hope u enjoy, love u 🤍

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When you and Bucky returned to New York, you were ready for a few more days of relaxation. The matchmakers had been quick to tell every fucking Avenger they had contact with, but they’d been polite enough to not harass you too much.

Amidst the chaos, you had caught up on sleep and your favorite TV shows, also being able to organize your room for the first time in months. You were alright with having an even longer break. However, your hopes were quickly dashed.

You and Bucky were both relaxing on your balcony, a fluffy blanket tucked around your shoulders as you laid on top of him. You were talking about future missions, discussing a low-threat mob that had popped up recently.

“Their cover is, like, a moving company,” you explained, trying to recall the name. “It was hella stupid. Oh… What was it… Oh!” You snapped as the name came to mind. “‘Trust-A-Bro’!”

“‘Trust-A-Bro?”

“Yeah. It’s really bad.”

And then police sirens rang out, shortly followed by the whirs of helicopter blades and the telltale spotlights that told you all you needed to know. You sighed, resting your head on Bucky’s chest.

“Damn. I was kind of ready to do nothing,” you complained as you retreated inside. You grabbed the gold chain that held your suit, clipping it on as the super-soldier began tugging on the layers of tactical gear he wore.

“It’s never that simple, is it?” he added, watching curiously as you grabbed a spare grappling hook and clasped it around his vibranium arm. “What’s this?”

You opened your balcony door again, standing atop the chair and placing one foot on the railing.

“Doll?” he asked, hands out to catch you.

“The street’s too crowded and there’s gonna be roadblocks set up. We’re going in from above.”

“Above? What-“ He sighed in realization. “Oh, oh no.”

You laughed, pulling him up to where you stood. “Yes, Jamie. C’mon, if I can do it, you can too.”

He eyed the drop. His breath wavered as he threw a nervous grin at you. “Kiss for good luck?” You obliged, pecking him on the lips before you pushed yourself backward, flipping once in a free fall before shooting your hook at a nearby roof.

The wire stretched enough to prevent whiplash, and you ran along the side of the building until you were able to boost yourself onto the roof. You landed in a crouch, calling Sam.

“You seeing this?” you asked, sending him the news.

“I’m already on my way,” he responded. “Tell Barnes thanks for the gift.”

You watched as said man hyped himself up, adjusting the grappling hook. “Thank him yourself.”

You hung up, watching as Bucky followed your path, albeit with a bit less grace and a bit more flailing.

He landed beside you with a thud, groaning as the grappling hook retracted with a snap.

“How do you do that?” he panted, slowly standing up.

“Practice. C’mon, hon. We’ve got a few blocks to go.”

From there, you mainly leaped from roof to roof, following the flashing red and blue lights to the GRC meeting. As you stood above the building, waving at a passing helicopter.

“Ready for the fun part?” you asked, embedding the hook into the roof. Before he could answer, you jumped from the edge, running down the glass building to land softly on the ground. The hook came rushing down with a flick of your hand, clicking into place.

A loud scream caused you to look up.

The ex-Winter Soldier came zooming down, trying to brush the panic off of his face as a few officers and guards glanced over.

“You owe me,” he grumbled, making his way through the crowd as you followed, smiling at his misfortune.

“I’m almost there,” Sam said over the comms.

“What’s the plan?” Bucky asked. You nodded as you passed security, their stances relaxing when they recognized the two Avengers.

“Karli’s gotta be close. Keep your eyes open.”

“Well, it could be anybody,” you warned.

“Sergeant Barnes. Agent (L/N),” an officer acknowledged, stepping aside to let you both pass.

“And by the way, I called in some backup.”

“Excuse me, sir. Are you supposed to be here?” A man in a beanie approached. You raised your eyebrow.

“Sharon,” you greeted. She tapped the side of her face, deactivating the digital prosthesis and tugging off the hat. Bucky stared in horror. You supposed it may have reminded him of the Red Skull.

“It’s me,” she admitted.

“Sharon, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked.

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t a fugitive. “Relax. No one’s looking for me here.”

“Do I hear Sharon?”

“Unfortunately.” You smacked the soldier’s arm.

She ignored him. “Hey, Sam. I thought I’d get the band back together.”

“Thank you. You’re risking a lot coming here.”

“I hear pardons aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, anyway.”

“Depends on the therapist,” Bucky quipped. You grinned, turning to watch more police circle the building.

“You just don’t like Raynor,” you corrected. He nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“They’ll move on the building soon. Be ready.” You nodded as something zoomed past overhead, most likely Sam. The red alarm lights continued to flash from the building, the menacing glow coating the area.

The three of you began to move towards the entrance as screams echoed from an upper floor. You watched as Sam busted through the glass, new suit on and shield in hand.

“You guys, what’s going on on your end?” he asked.

“Nothing. All quiet,” Bucky responded.

Sharon scanned the area. “No one’s moving toward the building.”

“Karli’s not coming in. She’s trying to force everybody out. It’s a misdirect. We gotta keep everybody inside.”

You shoved the glass doors open, wincing as the red light invaded your senses. You passed through a metal detector, which beeped as soon as Sharon made it through. Thankfully, your vibranium tech didn’t activate metal detectors.

“You guys are gonna have to do something. Don’t let ‘em out of the building,” Sam shouted over comms.

“Here’s one,” Bucky said, pointing to a mustachioed man. “We’ll get evac. C’mon.” He gestured for you to follow him and you unfolded a staff, storming through the building as you both scanned for any officials. One woman approached, a phone in her hand.

“Mr. Barnes. Ms. (L/N). It’s Karli.” The fact that this random woman was a Flag Smasher was mildly alarming, but the ex-Winter Soldier took the phone anyway, holding it between you two so you could hear as well.

“Karli?” he asked.

“Aren’t you tired of fighting for the wrong side, Mr. Barnes?”

He scoffed as you both rushed down a flight of stairs. “I’ve done this before, kid. I know how it ends.”

“It doesn’t matter if I don’t survive this. I’m fighting for something bigger than myself. And with all the bodies you both have collected, have you ever been able to say the same?” Maybe at one point, her words would have hurt. But now, she just seemed naive.

“You don’t think we ever fought for something bigger than ourselves? That’s all I tried to do. And I failed twice.” You frowned, filing away the comment to later pester him about. “You think your cause justifies all this death, but in the end, the nightmares won’t go away. You’re gonna remember all the ones you killed. Trust us.”

“Don’t do this, Karli,” you warned her. “Don’t go down this path.”

“If that’s how you both feel, you should sit this one out.”

“Come on, you know I ain’t gonna do that,” the super-soldier responded. When she spoke again, her tone was harsh.

“Well, thank you. I’m glad you took my call. You’ve been a big help.” With that, she hung up. A distraction.

“Damn it!” he snapped, pocketing the phone. You both sprinted down corridors, eventually finding two motorcycles.

“Seriously, you two, you had one job,” Sharon sighed in disappointment.

You ignored her as Bucky snapped, “You worry about your guy.” The two of you sped off, quickly adjusting to the bikes. It wasn’t nearly as intuitive as your own, but it would do. You made it out of the parking garage and slipped between a roadblock, Sam and Sharon conversing the whole while.

“Bucky! (Y/N)!” Sam yelled, probably about to request your help with the hostages in the helicopter. You rolled your eyes. “Which one of us flies again, Sam? Oh, yeah, not us.” As you turned a sharp corner, you spotted the armored vehicles just as the Flag Smashers threw out the police and took control of the cars.

Muttering curses under your breath, you exchanged an annoyed glance with Bucky before speeding up, straight at the concrete barriers. You braked at the last moment, hurtling over the edge and directly into one of the rebels. One sent a kick to your shoulder as Karli jumped from the car she was in.

As you and Barnes tag-teamed a soldier, another began to pour a container of gasoline on one of the vehicles, lighting it with a tiny spark. People began to scream as ten-foot flames licked up the side of the car. You slammed the staff against the Flag Smasher’s head, effectively knocking him out.

“Hold on!” Bucky yelled, beginning to work on the door as you tried the windows, smashing against them but only creating a hairline fracture. You yelled in frustration as Bucky struggled with the door, looking around to stop Karli when a voice echoed down the street.

“Morgenthau!” John Walker, back and with what appeared to be a knockoff shield fit for a knockoff Cap. It was haphazardly welded together and seemed to be more of a showpiece than an actual weapon. “Let’s finish this.”

“I didn’t mean to kill your friend,” she said. “I don’t wanna hurt people that don’t matter.”

“You don’t think Lamar’s life mattered?” Walker boomed. He was deranged, but he was distracting her as you tried to help Bucky by using your vibranium staff as a crowbar.

“Not to my fight. I just want the people on that truck.”

“Oh, yeah? Then why’d you light it on fire you fucking prick?” you yelled, grunting as you strained against the lock mechanism on the doors of the vehicle. They began to fight, leaving you feeling helpless. Bucky punched at the device, eventually managing to damage it enough to expose the wiring.

You gasped, charging up the Black Widow gauntlet on your wrist. You aimed the glowing weapon at the lock. “Back up, Barnes.” You fired it, and the red electricity crackled through the tech, allowing the lock to fall from the truck. With a shout, Bucky wrenched the door open and you both began to help the hostages down from the suffocating metal box.

“Thank you for saving us,” one man gasped. You smiled as the ex-Winter Soldier stared, as if in disbelief that he’d just been thanked.

“You’re welcome,” he said to no one. With a chuckle, you pointed towards where Walker was going up against multiple Flag Smashers.

“I guess we have to help him,” he grumbled to which you nodded. He ran forward just as one was winding back a parking meter, fully ready to knock Walker’s head from his shoulders. As Bucky went up against one, you took on Karli, who had swiped up the meter and was now swinging it at you. You unsheathed your sword, parrying her enhanced blows with the strength of vibranium.

Bucky slammed a chain against her before receiving a kick to the chest, sending him flying backward and off a ledge.

“Bucky!” you yelled, racing after him and not really thinking about anything other than the fact that you just watched one of your best friends and first crush in years plummet from an unknown height. Without another thought, you cast your grappling hook into concrete and leaped down, landing softly an embarrassingly short amount of time later. The drop was 50 feet at the most, and Bucky Barnes had survived a 200-foot freefall from a plane a few days earlier.

So maybe you weren’t thinking straight. But before you could even defend your not-really-logic logic, another Flag Smasher came jumping down, a giant metal beam in his hands and ready to give you one whopping concussion. Bucky caught the beam with his metal arm, wincing from the strain. Over comms, Sam yelled to someone else something about, “Boy, you just earned this ass-whooping!” You couldn’t help but think he was right.

You readied a baton and swiped at the offender, catching his neck with one particularly wide strike. He convulsed, the red sparks shooting through his muscle and probably permanently damaging his nerves.

“Suck my dick,” you spat, tilting your head when he rolled over with a groan. A well-placed taser shock put him back into the dirt.

Bucky stared at you, eyes wide and still in a bit of shock that you jumped after him with little-to-no hesitation. “That was really hot,” he muttered. You smiled, helping him stand.

“Yeah?” you asked, leaning forward with a smirk. Just as he was about to pull you towards him, Sam’s voice blared through your earpiece at an unnecessarily high volume.

“Would you two stop flirting in my ear?” You grumbled.

“I thought you wanted me to do something about it, Sammy,” you lilted, listening as Walker continued to scream at whatever he was fighting. With the amount of anger issues in that man, you wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to fight a wall.

Sam stammered incredulously. “Yeah. ‘Do something about it.’ Not get saucy in my goddamn ear.”

“I know you did not just say ‘saucy’ to me in that context,” you growled, about to berate him when one of the armored vehicles crashed onto the metal scaffolding above you, breaking several beams and bending some others. It teetered on the edge, and you and Bucky both stared up at it, watching the steel beams strain under the weight.

Oddly, Bucky wasn’t trying to move out from under the car. His movements were calculated. as if he was placing himself exactly where the truck would fall.

“I’m not about to let you catch a truck,” you hissed, not taking your eyes off of said car.

“I can’t just let them fall,” he countered.

You scoffed. “So you’re just gonna catch a military vehicle filled with people?”

Then, the car edged backward, and the battered shield that Walker had made fell into the sand. So he was the one tugging it back. Maybe he wasn’t too bad.

And then he, Karli, and another Flag Smasher careened through the scaffolding, and the car began to fall again. Of course. You tried to usher them from under the kill zone, but soon found that there was no need. A flash of red, white, and blue shot past.

Sam Wilson was pushing the truck up, his new suit donned and shield strapped to his back. This was the first time you were properly seeing it, and damn it looked good. Shuri truly had a gift.

Three small drones deployed from his pack, helping him push the truck to safety. You turned to Bucky as he helped Walker. “You got him new Redwings?”

He nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.” You grabbed his hand. “You are adorable.”

“Shut up and watch Sam,” he grumbled with a blush, but the smile on his face told you that he appreciated the affectionate words. You nodded, not pressing the subject.

Cheers erupted as Sam moved the truck to safety.

Of course, Karli had to throw a section of rebar at you. Bucky caught it, and you both glared at her.

“C’mon,” you sighed, shrugging. “You ruined the moment. There was a moment happening and you just-” You flung a hand at her, sighing disappointedly. When she tried to advance again, Sam threw the shield, knocking her back. She yanked off her mask, eyeing Sam as if he’d stabbed her.

“You of all people bought into that bullshit?” she asked.

He didn’t budge. “I’m trying something different. Maybe you should do the same.”

A distant explosion distracted you before smoke bombs exploded at your feet with a hiss. Grey haze coated the area, but Sam began to lead you, Bucky, and Walker through a nearby maze of halls.

“Hey, Sharon. We’re underground,” Bucky mumbled into comms, trying to keep the separated member of your party up to date. “We entered the tunnel on William. Heading south.”

“Looks like they split up. Here.” Walker ran in one direction before Sam even finished, and you and Bucky followed.

“We got it,” you said to Sam, trailing the rogue Captain. You ran ahead of them, letting the two boys search rooms as you found a way out. When you had made your way through most of the building with no sign of the remaining Flag Smashers, you snapped, turning around.

“Buck. You still have that lady’s phone, right?” He nodded. “It has the Flag Smasher app. Put up a false signal.” You exited the building and waited patiently,

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Walker asked. You tsked, pausing for a brief moment. “Just wait. In three… two… one.” You pointed just as three sets of footsteps began to echo down the hallway. Walker stepped out in front of them.

“‘Mercy bears richer fruit than strict justice,’” he quoted smugly. Bucky held up the phone. “It’s a great app.” The police surrounded the rebels, and you finally began to relax knowing that the hardest part of your job was finished.

“Lincon? Really?” Bucky asked Walker as soon as you all were out of earshot.

“Great man. Great quote.”

You made a disbelieving sound. “Not when you say it.”

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You sat in the open doors of an ambulance, Bucky next to you as you leaned against him. There was still a lot of panic, with people shuffling about and trying to recover from the events of the past hour, but your little hiding spot was relatively peaceful.

After snatching an ice pack from a paramedic, you and the super-soldier had taken turns passing it back and forth, with him usually letting you have it for longer. You had also taken the opportunity to clean up a cut on his temple, and now only a small bruise and smear of dried blood remained.

“Just as my side was almost healed up,” you complained, pressing the ice pack against the muscle that seemed to have been sore for the past few weeks.

He rubbed your shoulder. “We’ll get an actual break here soon, doll. Get you back up and running.”

Just as you were going to respond, Sam flew down, cradling a dead Karli Morgenthau in his arms. You jumped up from the ambulance, leaning against it for support.

He laid her body on a stretcher, and Walker came to join you and Bucky by the ambulance. Reporters surrounded Sam instantly.

“What happened to the Flag Smashers?”

“When did the government make you Captain America?”

“Is it still Falcon?”

“Or is it Captain Falcon?”

He stepped past all of them stopping briefly to speak to a woman. Many of the government officials thanked him, mentioning various details about the Flag Smashers and discussing the GRC vote. Then, Sam’s voice carried over the crowd.

“Stop calling them terrorists,” he requested.

“What else would we call them?” a man asked.

Sam’s face radiated “y’all are fucking stupid” without him saying a word. “Your peacekeeping troops carrying weapons are forcing millions of people into settlements around the world, right? What do you think those people are gonna call you? These labels, ‘terrorist’, ‘refugee’, ‘thug’, they’re often used to get around the question, why?”

“Those settlements that happened five years ago, do you think it is fair for governments to have to support them?” one woman asked.

“Yes.” His answer came with no hesitation.

“And the people who reappeared only to find someone else living in their family home, they just end up homeless? Look, I get it. But you have no idea how complicated this situation is.” Your eyes widened at his abrasive words.

“The fuck does this bitch think he is?” you mumbled to Bucky, who shrugged.

“You know what? You’re right. And that’s a good thing. We finally have a common struggle now. Think about that. For once, all the people who’ve been begging, and I mean, literally begging for you to feel how hard any given day is… Now you know.”

“How did it feel to be helpless? Now if you could remember what it was like to be helpless and face a force so powerful it could erase half the planet, you would know that you’re about to have the exact same impact. This isn’t about easy decisions, Senator.”

“You don’t understand,” the old man insisted.

Sam scoffed. “I’m a Black man carrying the stars and stripes. What don’t I understand? Every time I pick this thing up, I know there are millions of people who are gonna hate me for it. Even now, here, I feel it. The stares, the judgment. And there’s nothing I can do to change it.”

“Yet, I’m still here. No super serum, no blond hair, or blue eyes. The only power I have is that I believe we can do better. We can’t demand that people step up if we don’t meet them halfway. Look, you control the banks. Shit, you can move borders! You can knock down a forest with an email, you can feed a million people with a phone call.”

“But the question is, who’s in the room when you make those decisions? Is it the people you’re gonna impact? Or is it just more people like you? I mean, this girl died trying to stop you, and no one has stopped for a second to ask why. You’ve gotta do better, Senator. You’ve gotta step up. Because if you don’t, the next Karli will. And you don’t wanna see 2.0.”

“People believed in her cause so much that they helped her defy the strongest governments in the world. Why do you think that is? Look, you people have just as much power as an insane god or a misguided teenager. The question you have to ask yourself is, ‘How are you going to use it?’”

And with that, he stepped away, Despite the soreness all over your body, you waved excitedly over to him. “You did so good!” you congratulated. He gave a polite nod to Walker before moving over to Bucky.

“Sorry, I was, uh, I was texting and so, all I heard was, um, ‘a Black guy in the stars and stripes.’” You swatted at his arm, causing him to chuckle lightly. “Nice job, Cap.”

Sam thanked him. As you three made your way away from the paparazzi, you saw a familiar figure dressing her wounds.

“Sharon,” you greeted. She looked up briefly before shielding her face from the slew of cameras nearby.

“You’re blocking my light,” she commented.

“We gotta get you to a hospital,” Sam said, eyeing the gunshot wound that was still oozing blood. Bucky made a snarky comment about her not listening as she and Sam spoke.

“Uh, Cap?” A paramedic approached and Sharon ducked, hiding her identity.

“I think he’s talking to you,” she joked. “Look, I’m sorry for how things ended down there. For what it’s worth, suit looks good on you.” And just like that, she was gone.

Bucky took your hand in his. “Ready to go home?” You nodded, lightly squeezing his hand in your own. You bid farewell to Sam, beginning the short walk home.

“I didn’t forget my promise,” the new Captain called out. Bucky only gave him a nod.

You walked a few blocks before speaking. “It’s alarming that I came out of this mess being mildly okay with both Zemo and Walker,” you said, contemplating what that meant for you morally.

“There’s been weirder things to happen.”

“What, like us being idiots and Sam, Nat, and Steve actually being helpful?”

Bucky bent down to press a kiss to your lips. “Exactly.”

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“Is this outfit too much?”

Nat, Yelena, and Steve and sat on your bed, surrounded by other outfits you’d tossed around.

“Hon, you need to stop worrying about your outfit. You’re gonna be on a plane, and then on a dock in Louisiana. It’s not the goddamn Met Gala,” Nat groaned, flopping back into your bed. They’d all stopped by the tower for a visit (read: to harass you and Bucky) and were planning on decorating a room for the younger Black Widow.

Steve had ranted for an hour straight about John Walker and the government, pacing until you physically stopped him. He called Sam to congratulate him, saying he cheered through the whole speech.

“Fuck, that reminds me. We need to figure out who’s attending that gala next year.”

Yelena perked up. “I can go to the Met Gala?” You nodded, turning in the mirror and scrunching your nose at the silky blouse. “Yeah, at least a few of us go every year.” She immediately got on her phone, searching for matching outfits for her and her dog, Fanny, who was laying next to her. You didn’t have the heart to tell her pets weren’t allowed at the gala, but honestly, she’d probably get away with it.

With a huff, you tugged off the top and threw it on a chair. “It’s too much. I’m gonna wear a tank top.”

Steve threw a top at you. “It’s fall.”

“I don’t give a shit. It’s Louisiana.”

Once you changed and were slightly more content with your clothing choice, you put on jewelry and shouldered your bag. A knock sounded from your door.

“Hey,” you called. Bucky peeked in, eyes widening when he saw the three superheroes sprawled around your room. “What’s happening?” he asked.

“(Y/N) needed help. We are help,” Yelena explained breezily. “Ooh, Natasha, look at this dog bowtie.” Nat leaned over, humming in approval at whatever picture she was showing her.

“Doll? You ready?” You nodded, taking Bucky’s hand as your three friends made kissing noises behind you. You rolled your eyes, playfully flipping them off before leaving Avengers Tower, making your way to the airport thanks to your maybe-too-fast driving.

Tony’s jet was always comfortable, with drinks stored away in a fridge and the seats somehow always comfortable. You piloted the plane for a short while before allowing FRIDAY to take over, engaging autopilot and turning on the TV.

“I’m glad he invited us down,” you said, settling onto the arm of the chair where Bucky sat. He nodded, resting his head against your side.

“I’m glad you’re coming with me. I’m glad you’re here.” You ran a head through his hair, relaxing as the rising sun shone through the plane window.

“Me too.”

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“I honestly don’t think he’ll notice.”

“You dropped the cake, Jamie. It’s kinda hard to miss.”

Bucky held the very demolished cake in his hands, mild panic taking over. “Um… it’s fine. It’ll be fine. We just don’t say anything about it.” You nodded.

“Say anything about what?” you asked jokingly, winking at him as you both got out of another rental car. Sam’s friends and family had decided to throw a cookout on the pier, and the sweet smells of southern cooking filled the air as you passed a few grills.

AJ and Cass came sprinting at Bucky, who proceeded to air fight them as you took the battered cake, slipping it onto a nearby picnic table and hoping no one noticed its state. You glanced to both sides before scooting away.

“Buck! (Y/N)!” Sam ran over to hug you both, introducing you to his friends. All the while, the brunet super-soldier stayed close by you, either holding your hand or resting a hand on your back. You stayed equally close, as if separating was some impossible feat.

However, you were forced to split off when Sam tugged Bucky away to entertain some of the kids. As you made your way around the party, you grabbed a lemonade, sipping the perfectly mixed beverage as you watched two kids hang off of his metal arm, with him not even breaking a sweat as he spoke to Sarah and some of her friends.

“I would’ve moved in with Sam after the whole Thanos deal, but he’s just so bad at sharing,” you heard him say. Sarah nodded, beginning a story about the Captain and how he couldn’t share cereal boxes.

You walked up, smiling as one of the kids waved to you. “He’s still like that. Has to have his Cookie Crunch all to himself.”

“Don’t hate on the Cookie Crunch, (L/N),” Sam warned, approaching with a beer in his hand. “That trashed cake yours?” he asked, gesturing vaguely to the dessert table.

“What trashed cake?” you asked innocently, shrugging. Bucky exchanged a glance with you, and you both burst into a fit of laughter.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I knew it. You two are ridiculous; where’d this come from? The gas station?”

“Um,” you stammered, eventually pointing at him with a snap of your fingers. “Yeah, actually. Spot-on.”

“It’s probably infected with, like, twelve different diseases,” he grumbled.

Bucky scoffed as the other kid jumped down from his arm. “Cake is cake.”

“My thoughts exactly.” You smiled. He bent down, pressing a kiss to your lips. Sam complained, disgusted, but you shut out his protests. A man shouting that the food was ready interrupted his groans.

After dinner was served and everyone had eaten, Bucky pulled you to the side, fiddling nervously with his vibranium hand. It whirred, something you’d come to learn to mean that he was either frustrated, worried, or anxious. The vibranium prosthetic seemed to be honed in on his emotions.

“What’s up?” you asked, taking his hands in yours.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” he reassured, running his thumbs over your hands. “I just… I wanted to ask you properly. I know dating’s changed a lot since the ‘40s, but I know the basics.”

“And I was wondering if you’d be my girlfriend? Like, officially?”

You smiled, nodding instantly and jumping up to hug him. “Yes, yes of course. I’d really like that,” you whispered into the crook of his neck. He gently pulled away, breaths still shaking.

“Is it too much to say… you know?”

A grin passed over your face briefly before you feigned confusion. “Hmm, I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me what it is.”

Bucky laughed under his breath, gently pressing a palm to the side of your face. He leaned in, your foreheads grazing as you made eye contact.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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