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You Promised - 1940s James "Bucky" Barnes x OFC

I LOVE 1940s Bucky so much and so I wrote this!

Summary: Bucky finally wins the favor of the pretty new girl in the neighborhood and together they make the most of the week before he ships out. Bucky makes her a promise the night before he leaves, and he intends to keep it.

Warnings: all my work is considered 18+, shameless flirting the both of them lol, fluff, angst,talk of war, there’s a tiny altercation in a dancehall, protective Bucky, allusions to smut, allusions to premarital sex which was frowned upon, nightmare mention, minor ofc is a refugee, pre serum Steve makes a couple appearances, happy ending

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Bucky had seen her a handul of times around the neighborhood. Had done a bit of chatting up the neighbors to learn the little about her he could. She was new, relatively, to their block. Mrs. Martin in his building had said she remembered her folks before they had moved away, the girl had just been a baby then. He'd heard her talking to Frankie at the deli and her accent wasn't from around here, she'd grown up somewhere else. Mr and Mrs Lewis had even told him, just the other day when he'd stopped to help change their tire, that her family had moved back in to take care of a sick grandmother. Her mothers or fathers side they didn't know, but they lived in the place next to them and she was "such a sweet girl James, she'd straighten you right up."

Today she was walking out of the grocery a paper sack in one arm and a small stack of library books in the other. He smiled. Tis was his chance and he was more than happy to take it. Part of him, admittedly the slgihtly shallow part, wished he was in his uniform or at least dressed better than his work clothes.

That didn't stop him from picking up his pace and cutting across the street to bump into her. "You sure got your hands full. Here let me help." He ducked his head to catch her eye and spare her an easy grin as he gestured towards the sack of groceries.

Her eyes were a pale, sea glass green and they were sharp and skeptical as she appraised him. "I can manage, thank you though."

"No, not a chance, my ma would never forgive me." He deftly snagged the bag from her, grinning wider. "Besides, I think we live across the street from eachother. It's Lettie right?"

Those pretty green eyes narrowed at him, her brow furrowed "It is…"

"James," He settled her groceries in one hand and extended his other to her, "Everyone calls me Bucky though."

"Strapping young man like you can't get them to stop?" She quipped even as she held her hand up for him to take, "Your teeth don't seem that bad to me." One single brow arched and her face was passive as she held her books tight and walked on down the street. Not waiting for him to follow.

Bucky smiled wide as he fell in step beside her, keeping his stride slow and leisurely. "Cute," He looked down at her but she didn't look back. Unphased he elaborated, "Buchanan is my middle name, family name."

"Ohhh," She looked at him finally, tucked her sleek red hair behind her ear as she turned to walk backwards eying him in a way he couldn't quite place. "You're the Barnes boy. Mrs. Lewis told me to watch out for you." She looked pleased with herself, thinking she'd got some sort of upperhand.

Still grinning Bucky picked up his pace, just so he could step past her and lean down close and say, "Funny, she told me the same thing about you." And he continued on ahead of her biting his bottom lip and waiting.

"Now, just a minute, what is that supposed to mean?" She jogged to catch up to him again.

He didn't respond just smiled, kept walking, and threw her a lazy wink as they walked on down the street.

At the next corner she turned on him again, "What's your angle Barnes?"

"What angle doll?" He countered her overly formal use of his name with one that earned him a slght pink flush to her cheeks.

"Just a nice neighbor boy, carryin' my groceries? What is it? All the other girls in Brooklyn had their fill?" She shifted the books in her arms and Bucky saw one was a Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

"No angle," He nodded his head for her to continue and went out on a limb as he put his free hand at her shoulder to turn her and keep her moving, "Okay, that's not entirely true," He nudged her forward again smiling at the triumphant look on her face when she spun on him. "I just mean, that you are prettier than any girl I've ever seen and I've been dying for a chance to steal just a little bit of time with you." He slowed to a stop in front of what he knew was her building and grinned when she continued on a few steps before she noticed.

Her eyes were calculating and predatory as she scrutinized him. Looking for the angle, as she had said.

He noticed then the second book was a copy of the Hobbit he'd borrowed himself years ago.

"Alright, I'll bite, a little bit of time for what exactly?" She looked almost unimpressed, with herself, for asking.

Licking his lips Bucky smiled and took a step closer so she would have to tilt her chin up to look him in the eye. Which she did, standing her ground, and he loved it. "To ask if I could take you out one night this week."

"Just one night huh?" Her face didn't change as she said it

Was she really…? Bucky faltered the slightest bit, cocked his head to the side as he tried to figure out the real meaning in her words. He pushed his luck. "Every night if you'd let me."

She smiled. The barest tilt of her lips and Bucky felt ten feet tall. He was in love with this girl already, or would be if he wasn't careful.

"How about we just start with tomorrow night?" Her face softened but her eyes kept the spark in them.

"Done." Bucky didn't hesitate. "There is one catch though."

She rolled her eyes and then they both had to step away from the stoop as one of her neighbors exited the building. Both of them mumbled their apologies before she continued, "Always is."

"Not anything bad." Bucky assured her. "See i've got this friend, my best friend really, he's a great guy but shy."

Lettie nodded, eyes skeptical again. "So you actually want me go out with this friend?"

"God no!" The moment the words left his mouth he cringed, but the sting of his own embarrasment faded when she chuckled and ducked her eyes to the sidewalk. He caught a peak at the tip of her tongue as it wetted her lips and his confidence came back, "I'm keeping you all to myself sweetheart, trust me."

Her cheeks were pink when she looked back up at him and she was biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too wide. "So, this friend…"

"Steve. Great guy. He just, needs a little push out of his shell if you know what I mean." Bucky almost felt bad, but God help him he desperatley wanted to find his pal a girl. "Was just thinkin' maybe you had a friend, we could make it a double date."

Lettie's eyes were skeptical again and she glanced behind her before she responded, "A friend that likes shy boys or a friend that likes any boy?"

When he caught her meaning Bucky licked his lips and looked her up and down, "Oh sweetheart, surely you don't have friends like that? I had you figgured for a good girl." He was going to fucking marry this girl, God help him.

She flushed a darker shade of pink and laughed, rolled her eyes again but settled her greens back on his blues after a heartbeat. Lettie licked her lips and looked him up and down herself. "Most of the time." Her eyes locked on his mouth as Bucky sunk his teeth into his bottom lip for a fraction of a second.

Unable to stop himself Bucky hummed approvingly and hunted for her gaze again before he spoke, "Then why don't you bring one of your nice, sweet friends with you tomorrow night and she can keep Steve company while you and me see what kinda trouble we can get into?"

Lettie answered by taking back her brown paper bag full of groceries and taking the first few steps up to the front of the building before she turned and said. "You better be right here by seven tomorrow night, Barnes." She settled him with a look which softened after a second. "Earlier if you want to make a good impression."

"Yes ma'am." His cheeks hurt from smiling and he shoved his hands in his pockets. She was almost to the door before he called after her, "Hey sweetheart," she was grinning when she turned around, her face still skeptical but in a teasing sort of way now. Bucky took a few steps backwards towards his side of the street, "Wear somethin' you can dance in."

~~~

Bucky was outside her building at 6:45pm, fighting the urge to smoke a cigarette while he waited.

The front door opened at 6:50pm and Lettie poked her head out, "Why Mr. Barnes, I'm proud." She sounded snarky but she was smiling as Bucky jogged up the steps to meet her. She pushed the door open wider and waved him in.

He stepped right up in front of her and took the door, looking over her he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. "Well hello to you too doll." She looked so pretty he had to force his eyes to meet hers. "You look gorgeous."

She rolled her eyes but blushed that rosy pink color that he liked. "You look pretty sharp yourself."

He'd worn his uniform. Shined his boots and everything. "

That'll help." She added cryptically as she started up the stairs.

Bucky paused at the bottom, "Help with what?" Lettie bounced back down a couple stairs until they were eye to eye. "Help convince papa you're a fine young man that's gonna take good care of me."

"Oh," Bucky felt a rush roll through him as she grabbed his hand. He used the hold to keep her in place as he held her gaze intenesly and added, "I'm gonna take real' good care of ya sweetheart."

Her father had been nice enough, intimidating but Bucky had won him over quickly. Her mother was a looker with the same red hair as Lettie. A younger sister that he'd seen poking her head around the corner to sneak a peak had the same pretty green eyes and looked like she'd be a world of trouble herself in a few years. If the way Lettie and her mother had both scolded the younger girl and sent her scurrying was any inclination.

"I'm impressed." Lettie said once they were back down on the street.

"Already?" Bucky teased and laughed when she playfully shoved him towards traffic. "Kidding." He tugged her close and looked her over, "Thought springing your folks on me was gonna send me runnin'?"

She didn't answer but that was answer enough. Bucky picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Lettie smiled and rolled her eyes even as she let his lips linger. He liked that little bit of attitude mixed with that soft and sweet. He liked it a lot.

"We should uh, we should go. I told Isaline we would meet her at the station. I wasn't sure where we were going." Lettie seemed the slightest bit flustered but her eyes were still bright.

Bucky smiled, wrapped her hand in the crook of his elbow and led her off down the street. "So is this the nice friend or the really nice friend." He coughed out a laugh as she smacked him in the chest.

"Isaline is a sweetheart, she's a little shy herself but only, well, you'll see."

When he watched her greet her friend at the station the rapid chattering in a different language caught him off guard. He stood back, a little awkward, but with an easy, charming smile on his face.

"James this is Isaline, Isa this is James, or Bucky as he somehow prefers to be called." Lettie introduced them with a big smile.

The friend was pretty and Letties comment made more sense when he heard how heavily accented her English was. On the train the girls sat and chatted while Bucky stood, one hand on the rail and listened as they went back and forth between English and French. As they left the train Bucky grabbed Lettie's elbow softly and leaned into her ear, "Aren't you just a treat?"

The girl with him blushed a bright red but smiled, "What do you mean?"

"You speak French?"

"My family lived in Montreol for most of my childhood." Lettie lowered her voice, "Isaline's family fled France a couple years ago, before…" Lettie trailed off.

Bucky nodded, "Brave girl." He whispered back before he wrapped Letties hand through his arm again. Isa and Lettie linking arms and letting Bucky lead them down the street to the little dancehall he liked best. Steve would like this girl, even if she was shy, she was pretty for sure, a killer smile and brave enough to escape the Nazis. Right up his best friends alley.

~~~

Steve was waiting for them out front. Standing off to the side, hands in his pockets, wearing that same old jacket. Bucky had to grin. He whistled then called out, "Hey punk, over here!"

When Bucky introdruced him to Lettie and Isa Steve was ever the gentleman. Then as Isa rattled something off in French to Lettie, Bucky and Steve exchanged a look. Steve furrowed his brow at his best friend, Bucky just smiled and shrugged.

Lettie chuckled and then linked her arm through Bucky's, whcih pleased him greatly, as she addressed Steve. "She wants me to tell you that she's sorry her English isn't so good, but that she'd like it very much if you would help her practice some tonight. Preferably while she's running her fingers through your hair." Isa giggled beside her friend and Bucky outright laughed.

Steve gulped as Bucky clapped him on the shoulder and pushed him towards the door with the music spilling out. "What're you laughing at Buck?"

Bucky laughed again as Isa hooked her arm in Steve's and began to drag him forward at a jog. "I think we're both in trouble tonight pal." He felt a pinch in his side as he laughed again and turned to tip his gaze down to Lettie, "What was that for doll?" With his same easy grin he walked her towards the line to get in, his pace a slow kind of swagger. Feeling good in his uniform with a gorgeous girl on his arm.

"Isa is not trouble." She defended her friend, "She's just... flirtacious. It's 'cause she's French."

"I'll say." Bucky laughed again, falling in line behind the flirty French girl and Steve. While they waited Bucky ducked down to whisper in her ear, "What would a guy have to do for you to whisper to him in French and play with his hair? Hmm?"

Lettie rolled her eyes and flicked the bill of his cap, "He'd have to take me on at least two more dates."

Bucky smirked and raised his brows as he straightend his cap. In his head he counted out the days until he shipped out. "I think I can make that happen." "

Oh do you?" Lettie smirked as they came to the door, "I think I'll be the one that decides that Mr. Barnes."

He kept smiling as he paid for the four of them to get in, "Y'know, technically, it's Sargent Barnes."

Her cheeks were rosy from her permanent smirk as she shook her head, "Whatever you say Bucky." She teased him, not giving him the satisfaction of acting impressed.

With one hand on her back he guided her through the door behind Steve and Isaline. Once she was in front of him he leaned in to whisper beside her ear again, "You're just a little firecracker aren't you?"

There was a brief moment where she halfstepped, intentionally causing him to bump into her back as he followed her and on reflex he set a hand at her waist to steady them both. WIth him close Lettie glanced over her shoulder and gave him a look, "I thought I was a treat?"

Bucky liked the way she felt just barely pressed against him and the way her waist fit so perfectly in his hand. He smiled, a little mischevious and leaned in so close his nose brushed her hair, "Girl can be both. Perfect combination if you ask me." He caught the way she blushed and smiled wide just before she looked away from him and it was doing dangerous things to his ego.

~~~

Lettie knew she wasn't the best dancer but she had been excited. Impatient even to let Bucky take her out onto the floor. It hadn't taken him long and they'd quickly abandoned their friends in the corner to camp out on the dancefloor. They danced song after song until the band took a break, She was warm and a little breathless when she had nodded and let Bucky pull her towards the back of the hall for something cold to drink.

She stood a little behind Bucky while he spoke with a server behind the bar and busied herself trying to spy across the room at Isa and Steve. Neither of them had ran away yet, which based on what Bucky had told her while they danced was an improvement. She hadn't seen them out on the floor even once, but it looked like Steve had a bit of a pink hue to his cheeks which made Lettie laugh to herself.

"Hey honey, you gonna give anyone else a go tonight?"

"Excuse me?" She turned towards the unfamiliar voice.

"You heard me sweetie. You been lettin' that pretty boy hog you all night. Think I should get a turn, huh?"

The disgust on her face was evident when she spat back, "I think you should quit callin' me names and beat it."

"You little s…" The mans hand was a blur of motion but it froze midair when Buckys hand caught him by the wrist.

"That's a real bad idea." Bucky said calm as can be as he held an iron grip on the man with his left hand and reached towards Lettie with his right. He twisted the mans wrist just enough to cause some discomfort and push him back.

"You outta put muzzle on your bitch there." The man snarled even as Bucky twisted his arm further.

Before Bucky could retalliate though Lettie was pushing past him, "You outta put a bag over your head so the rest of us ain't gotta suffer that ugly mug."

"Okay doll, that's enough." Bucky dropped the mans wrist in favor for catching Lettie around the waist and pulling her back, spinning her around behind him once again. He saw the motion out of the corner of his eye and groaned, "You're killin' me." He caught the other mans sloppy haymaker easily and twisted him around with it, pinning it at what looked to be an extremely uncomfortable angle. He shoved the man back towards his group of friends, "You boys, better sort your pal out there." Bucky gestured to the still fuming, stumbling, loudmouth and then turned back to Lettie

"Nuh-uh." Bucky shook his head as he pushed her back by the hip, "Leave it doll, let's go." He reached for the two cokes he'd bought and gently ushered her back from the scene of the incident.

"You're just gonna let him…"

"I…" Bucky drew out the syllable to emphasize a point, "Am keepin' you outta trouble."

Lettie chewed on her lip, not noticing the way Bucky was figinting back a grin, "You should've let me…"

"Let you what doll? Sock him?' Bucky glanced over his shoulder then back to her, "Was gonna do it myself till you went tearin' after him like a prize fighter."

The scowl on her face softened slightly and Bucky tilted his head to one side, smiling down at her, "Sweetheart, I think you did enough damage without either one of us puttin' hands on him." He tugged her closer, let his arm wrap all the way around her waist and she relaxed into him almost immediatly.

"I'm sorry James." She finally, had the decency to look a little embarrassed.

"Don't apologize, I kinda liked it." Bucky threw her a wink and held her gaze a beat, "My little firecracker."

Lettie scoffed, purposfully ignoring the way he had used 'my'. She leaned back enough to pluck a Coke bottle from his grasp and take a sip. "I kinda liked it too." She mumbled against the mouth of the glass bottle.

"What's that?" Bucky leaned closer so he could hear.

She sighed deep and stood up a little to repeat herself in his ear, "I kinda liked how you… ya know…" Lettie trailed off not sure how to explain that she had found his quiet, confindent, control of the situation so attractive. The way he could have clearly swung on the troublemaker but instad chose to use his brain as well as his muscles.

He must've seen it in her eyes, or heaven forbid read her mind, because Bucky pulled back with a shit eating grin, "Oh really?" He licked his lips and gave her a nearly inappropriate look, "I'm glad." He all but whispered against her temple and followed it by a careful press of his lips. When he pulled back she was grinning too and they left it at that.

~~~

For awhile the four of them had sat at the little corner table and chatted. Bucky had kicked Steve out of his chair, forcing him to go and sit beside Isa so Lettie could sit next to him. Soon he had his arm draped over the back of Letties chair and was smiling contently as the girls chatted across the table.

After awhile Bucky had all but bullied his pal into taking the pretty French girl out for a spin on the dancefloor. Lettie had giggled beside him as Isaline had nearly drug Steve along behind her. Together they sat there, watching from the sidelines as their friends danced, or tried to.

"Gosh is that how clumsy I looked?" Lettie laughed hiding it behind her hand.

'Not a chance," Bucky ducked his head to meet her gaze, "You looked like a dream doll."

She turned that pretty pink color and couldn't hold his eye. Bucky chuckled, "How come you can be so gorgeous, so quick, square up with a guy twice your size without thinkin' twice," He paused and reached a careful hand out to tip her face back to his, "And still get so flustered when I say somethin' nice?"

Lettie bit her lip and shook her head a little, eyes dropping closed for a moment when he stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I don't know."

All he could do was smile. When he caught sight of the others coming back he gave her a soft smile and a wink.

~~~

The four of them had split up at the station, Bucky once again nearly forcing Steve to walk Isa home, giving Bucky and Lettie the chance to walk home together. Alone.

She had ahold of his elbow again, only this time she had both arms wrapped around his and they laughed and teased eachother as they walked. At the front steps to her builing Lettie's heart dropped slightly and she took a fortifying breath. She turned to face Bucky and asked outright, "You're leaving soon aren't you?"

Though it might have caught him off guard he didn't show it. He only took her hand in his and nodded, "My company ships out Friday."

Lettie nodded, looked intently at his hand that engulfed hers, warm, rough to the touch but gentle. She put on a smile, forced but not insincere, "I had a really great time tonight Bucky."

That brough his smile back as well. He picked her hand up to his lips and kissed the top of her thumb, "So did I."

SHe studied him intently, eyes searching for some answer he was more than willing to let her find. He stood there patiently, with his easy grin firmly in place while he waited, hand still holding hers.

"Even though I kinda tried to start a fight?" She chuckled sheepishly.

HIs grin doubled, "Oh especially since you tried to start a fight."

She swatted at his chest and he took it in stride, even tugged her back to him after.

"So you'd consider, maybe, taking me out again?" Lettie was fighting back nerves that evaporated when she saw the way his face cracked into a wide, honest smile.

"Sweeheart, you have no idea how much I'd like that." He took that as a sign that he could get away with wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. "Can I come fetcch you tomorrow? We can get a bite to eat, just you and me this time?"

Lettie was beaming when she nodded, "Sounds perfect."

The way she was looking up at him, matched with the way she had all but melted into him, gave him hope but she was a handful and he was a gentleman. So, he asked, "Lettie," he tipped her chin up with his knuckle and looked her in the eye, "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

"Yes please."

Bucky had to remind himself to keep it short and sweet. The way all the air left her in a rush as he pressed his lips to hers drew him in. He'd meant it to be a quick little peck, empitome of a gentleman, but then her hands had reached for either side of his jaw and he couldn't hold back the happy hum in the back of his throat. He swiped his lips over hers again and spread a hand wide over her back to press her even closer to him.

When he finally forced himself to pull away he saw her eyes still closed and her lips still parted and couldn't help himself. "Look at you." He murmered to her, catching the way her eyes fluttered open only for her to moan and let them fall closed once more as he allowed himself one final kiss. Electricity trilling down his spine as she captured his bottom lip between hers as they pulled away the second time.

Lettie was trying to catch her breath and her eyes were wide and lit from within.

"See you tomorrow beautiful." Bucky tipped her face gently so he could press a kiss to the corner of her eye, not trusting himself to kiss her properly again.

WIth a happy hum she let her hands slide over his shoulders and down to squeeze his biceps as she smiled up at him sweetly. "Can't wait."

Bucky held the door to her building open for her and returned her silly little wave as she scampered up the stairs. He stood there unitil he heard her door upstairs open and close. "Neither can I." He whispered to himself, with the shake of his head, as he let the door swing closerd behind him.

~~~

"You're too good for the likes of him Lettie, you mark my words."

"Sal!" Bucky scoffed, "C'mon, you've known me my whole life"

"Exactly!" The old man pointed at him accusingly as he set another bottle of Coke down.

Bucky shook his head, offended, "Don't do me dirty like that Sal, c'mon." The man behind the counter laughed loudly as he walked away, sharing a conspiritorial wink with Lettie.

Still shaking his head Bucky shifted to face her on his stool, "You might have everyone fooled, but I know better."

Lettie scoffed, "Oh, you know better? Do you? A few dates and you've got me all figured out, is that it?" She propped her elbow besdie her plate and arched her brow, waiting.

"Workin' on it." Bucky grinned, reached down to grab the leg of her stool and drag her closer. It made her giggle and he loved it, "You're no angel darlin' but you are definitly too good for me."

That surprised her and she grinned even wider, licking her lips she spoke softly, "Well then aren't you lucky?"

"Very lucky." Bucky leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"You knock that off Barnes! People eat here."

Lettie snorted out a laugh, as Bucky jokingly growled, "Sal, you're killin' me here." He caught the way Lettie was looking at him out the corner of her eye, "Don't you enourage him doll." She snorted out an even less lady like laugh and went back to her food. "You're both killin' me."

Bucky snuck a hand out to tickle her ribs earning him a squeal of laughter and a hard swat to his forearm. "Behave yourself." She scolded him, jabbing a finger in his direction.

Bucky surrendered, hands in the air and everything. "Okay, okay, best behavior." He tossed her a wink as he went back to his own plate. Both of them fighting back smiles, cheeks aching.

Sal walked back by after a minute and gave Bucky a hard look, "I take it back, this girl, I think she's good for you." He smacked Bucky hard, affectionantly but hard, on the shoulder and turned to move on down to another couple at the end of the counter.

Bucky caught Letties eye and kept his voice low, "Oh, she's very good for me."

Lettie flushed bright red and hid her face in her free hand, "You are the absolute worst." She hissed back at him.

He furrowed his brow, asbsentmindedly twirling his fork between his fingers, "Really? Pretty sure that's not what you ..."

"James Buchanan, I swear..." She left her threat to trail off in the static between them. Her face flushed and Bucky grinned like the cat that ate the canary.

"Okay, like I said, best behavior." He left it at that, only reaching for the hand she had been hiding behind and tugging it to him so he could press a kiss to her palm. Then with a happy, contented smile he remained on his best behavior through the rest of lunch.

When the two of them left, Bucky left a little bigger tip on the counter than he needed to and tucked Lettie into his side as they headed back out onto the street. Neither of them paying attention to the looks that trailed after them. The group of girls in a booth that looked longingly at the handsome young man and the open and obvious adoration for the girl that wasn't them. The older couple that shared a knowing, reminiscint smile, and Sal who shook his head with a chuckle as he cleared their plates away.

Out on the street Bucky and Lettie continued down the sidewalk, his arm over her shoulders and their fingers laced together.

"Buck?" "

Yeah doll."

"What happens while your gone?" She tried to keep her voice light.

Bucky swallowed thickly and did the same, "Told you, we're gonna go over there, kick HItlers ass, and be back in time for you..." He paused mid stride to spin her around and pull her back so they stood face to face, "To take me ice skating for Christmas."

Lettie rolled her eyes in that way she knew he liked. "For me to take you, huh?"

"Well, we already established I don't know how, so... yeah. You're gonna have to hold onto me all night." He fought back a grin as he walked into her, pushing her to step backwards, "I'm probably gonna make a fool out of myself, hanging on you the whole time." He made his point by wrapping his arms around her tightly, still keeping them walking down the street. Lettie trusting him completely as she continued stepping backwards.

"James, I'm serious." She looked up at him with bright but serious eyes. He returned her gaze and slowed them to a stop at a cross walk. His sharp blue eyes left hers to watch the traffic go by for a moment. "We talked about this Lettie." He looked back to her, kept her wrapped up tight. "

You hardly know me."

"Don't matter." His answer was so immediate and certain it took a little of the fight out of her. "You're my girl. We both know this ain't..." Bucky trailed off. For once he was the one at a loss for words, "Don't matter it's only been a week. It's never been like this for me before Lettie."

With a heavy sigh she wrapped her arms around his neck and relaxed into him. "Me either."

"So, you'll wait for me?" He gazed down at her lovingly, hopefully. His eyes nearly fluttering closed at the feel of her nails scratching through the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

"You know I will. " She smiled up at him just as in love, even if neither of them had said those words just yet. "As long as you promise to do your damndest to come home to me."

HIs smile turned into a smirk, "Such a mouth on you." He kissed her before she could say anything back, being so bold as to swipe his tongue into her mouth right there in the middle of the sidewalk. She nipped at his bottom lip as he pulled back and he let her draw him in for another slow kiss. "I promise Doll, I'm comin' home to you."

They stood that way for a moment longer, more unspoken promises being shared in the silence. Lettie was the one that broke them out of it, "You, better let me go, so I have time to go round up a friend for Steve and get ready."

"You look good in what you're wearin'." Bucky almost pouted, carefully bunching up the fabric of her skirt in one hand.

"Thank you, but" She swatted his hand away, "You promised to wear your uniform for me tonight, so I have to go get dolled up." She winked when she used a play on his favorite pet name for her, "So those other girls out there don't get the wrong idea."

"Don't see how they could when I can't keep my hands off you." Bucky offered smoothly as he dropped a short, teasing kiss to her lips. "But, you know I love it when you get all done up for me." His eyes were downright sinful when he looked her up and down and he smiled at the blush on her cheeks. "You sure you're okay meeting us there?"

"I'm sure." She patted him on the chest, took a moment to enjoy the feel of the hard earned muscle under his shirt and then dropped her hands when Bucky gave her a look. "Don't you..."

"Wasn't gonna say a word." He bit his bottom lip and looked her up and down. Unabashedly remembering how her hands had felt on his bare skin, the slight red marks she had left behind. Bucky slowly backed away before he got himself in anymore trouble.

"Hey Sarge!" Lettie called after him, teaasing him again, "Forgetting something?"

WIth a laugh and a shake of his head he joined her back on the corner of the sidewalk, and with a hand on each hip he pulled her into another kiss. "I'll see you tonight."

~~~

It was too bad Isaline hadn't been the girl for Steve, it turns out they were just two different types of shy. Isa was shy becuase she was new to the States and still didn't feel completely at home. Steve was shy because, well, he was Steve.

Lettie liked Steve the little she'd been around him. Bucky was right, he was a great guy, he just was a little unsure of himself. Lettie remembered the first little tiff she and Bucky had had, on their second date, when she had brought up what Isa had said about Steve. But Lettie had apologized for speaking harshly about his best friend and Bucky had apologized for raising his voice.

They had sat in a park down by the water and talked after that, Bucky filling her in on growing up with Steve and she understood better. Even became a little more invested in finding him a girl, vowing to take up the mission while Bucky was overseas along with most of the competition. Admittedly the date she'd found for him tonight wasn't the best match but she'd had short notice. Mae was smart as a whip and pretty, but a little on the stoic side. She had been excited though.

Of course that was after Lettie had told her that Bucky, her handsome Army beau had got them tickets to the Stark Expo and was going to bring a buddy along for her. Bucky had talked him up, sharing all the best things.

Mae had looked at her sideways when the boys arrived, "That's Buckys best friend?"

"Yeah." Lettie called them over and then turned back to Mae. "Don't be rude, he's the sweetest guy. You'll see."

"He could be sweet and look like yours. Is that too much to ask?"

Lettie rolled her eyes already feeling bad about the setup but excited for the expo and to spend the night with Bucky.

~~~

They had stayed out so late that Lettie was certain her folks would be upset, even if they liked Bucky which they did, it was well past the decent hour to bring a girl home. Who could blame them though? He was shipping out in the morning. This would be their last night together in God knew how long.

She swayed with the motion of Bucky bumping into her as they walked, "Where that pretty mind of yours wander off to?" He asked when she glanced up at him.

She gave him a soft, sadly tinged smile and apologized, "Sorry, was just thinkin'."

He didn't have to ask, he just held her tighter and dropped a kiss to the top of her head. "You got the pamphlet right, on how to get letters to me?"

Lettie nodded but didn't trust herself to speak. They were a few blocks from her house now and her throat got tighter with each step.

Bucky breathed deep and tried to lighten the mood, "Wish I could keep you out all night. Keep you all to myself 'till I have to leave. But, I think your folks like me and I don't wanna mess that up. Would throw a real wrench in my plans."

With a snort Lettie gazed up at him, "Your plans huh?"

"Mhmm."

When he left it at that she finally cracked a smile and a hint of a laugh, "Care to share those plans with me Barnes?"

WIth a wide smile Bucky pulled her to a stop around the block from her home. "Nothin' too crazy. Just go to war, come home, convince you to marry me, which admittedly may be difficult but I'm up to the challenge," He laughed at the eye roll that earned him and continued, "Get a good job, find us a place, figure out how many kids we're gonna have."

"So you do, just got it all planned out don't you?" Lettie shook her head.

He nodded once slowly, not saying anything else for a long while. Then he tugged her to him by the waist and kissed her, "How does that sound?" He whiispered against her lips.

Lettie wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to mold her body against his and squeeze her tight as they breathed the same air.

She thought of a lifetime of the laughing and smiling, the teasing and squabbling. Of his wandering hands and hugs that set the world right again. With heat rising up in her chest she thought of the one night they'd been able to steal together. The way they had laughed and fumbled and whispered together in the dark. How she had felt so adored and loved and at the same time so alive and indescent in the most amazing ways. She thought of the way he had looked at her, and she at him.

It wasn't that they were the only people in the world, far from it, but that they were only ones that either of them could imagine having for the rest of their lives.

With no sense of how long she'd been thinking she hugged him tighter and whispered into the side of his neck, "It sounds amazing."

His arms held her tighter, closer, if that were even possible, and then her feet were off the ground and the world was spinning. When Bucky sat her feet back on solid ground she was laughing and he was giving her that obnoxiously charming, easy grin she had fallen for so quickly.

Bucky brought his hands up to cradle her face as he kissed her again. More so this time, "I wish I could take you home with me tonight." He barely pulled back from her to say the words and then he was devouring her lips again. "One more time before I go." He wouldn't give her enough time to respond between kisses so she just hummed, moaned more like, happily into his mouth and carded her fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

A shiver rolled through her at the thought of another stolen night spent thouroughly exhausted and wrapped up in his arms. The promise of a future where he wouldn't have to sneak her home after. Where they could stay that way, wake up wrapped in eachother.

Eventually Lettie moaned again, nipped at his lip to get him to give her a chance to breath, and they were both giggling as they pulled apart. Bucky licked his lips like he was savoring the taste of something sweet and it made her heart flutter.

All of the sudden she couldn't keep her hands still. They slid from his neck to frame his jaw and then down to his firm chest and even lower over his torso. The memory of watching the muscles there ripple, flex and contract above her brought heat to her cheeks.

"You're thinkin' too much again doll." He was teasing her now, as he took her hands in his and started them walking back down the sidewalk before they got themselves in trouble.

"You mean it right?" She blurted out as he tucked her back into his side and turned the corner towards her building.

"Every word." He kissed the top of her head again, hugging her to him the whole rest of the block. In front of her building he smiled at her, "Want me to walk you up?" He didn't want to leave her yet.

Lettie took the first step and then turned towards him again, they were eye to eye like this, and shook her head. "It'll be quietter if I go up alone." She draped her arms over his shoulders and closed her eyes, smiling serenely as his hands moved to her waist.

They stroked up and down a few times before he wrapped his arms around her completely. He was going to ask for one more kiss but she beat him to it. One of her hands reached up to tip his cap off his head and the other combed through his jet black, slicked back hair underneath.

His eyes closed with the gentle touch and he smiled when she pressed her lips to his. This kiss was softer, sweeter, a proper good bye, as they held eachother in the dark on their Brooklyn street. When his eyes opened and saw her there, green eyes glassy and lips swollen he hadn't hesitated, "I love you so much." He lifted his own hand to tuck a strand of hair back and swipe away a tear from the corner of her eye, "I promise you doll, I'll do everything in my power to come home to you."

"I love you too, God, so much it scares me." She sobbed out a little laugh and leaned into his hand. "And you better keep that promise."

Bucky laughed too, a lump in his throat and fighting back uncharacteristic tears of his own. "You better get upstairs." He kissed her again, quick and light. Trying to ease the heaviness of the mood.

"Good night Bucky." She tilted her head to kiss him, one more time, and then set his cap back on his head. Crooked, the way he liked it. Then she backed away.

"Sweet dreams doll." He held her hand in his until it had slipped away and he watched her turn at the door and smile back at him.

She waved, that same silly, flirtacious wave, she'd given him every night for the past week and then blew him a kiss. How could he not laugh, shake his head at her and return the wave. He even blew her a kiss of his own, laughing at himself but loving the way she beamed back at him. Then the door swung closed behind her and Bucky was alone in the darkness. With a sad smile he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to walk across to his own building. He knew he wouldn't sleep tonight.

~~~

Lettie could barely sleep either. She had woke early, her eyes jumping to the clock. In less than an hour Bucky would be reporting to muster at the ship yards, and by lunch he would be on his way to England. Then on his way to war.

Not knowing what possessed her she bolted out of bed and threw a robe over her nightdress. When she had dashed down the hallway she had nearly bowled over her father who stood in the kitchen. The collision slowed her down enough to apologize and clear her thoughts for a moment.

"What are you doing darling?" Her father questioned her, concern etched in his face, "Are you alright?"

She didn't know how to explain. She needed to see Bucky, one more time, if she hurried….

"I'm fine Papa." She blurted as the hurried to the door and nearly ripped it open. When she dashed out of the apartment she collided with a solid form for the second time that early morning.

This time however the man she had collided with cursed slightly under his breath and caught her in his arms, "Easy doll, where you runnin' off to?"

She was speechless when she came to her senses and saw Bucky standing before her. Crisp and clean shaven, uniform pristine and that crooked smile on his face. All she could do was wrap her arms around him and hug him to her. "I wanted to see you, one more time before you left."

Strong arms wrapped her up tight as he chuckled into her messy, morning hair. "Guess that makes two of us."

Lettie didn't see her father poke his head out of their apartment door, nor did she see the look the two men exchanged. Bucky appropriatly sheepish at the current postition in which he was entangled with the other mans daughter, but his hold on her never weakened.

To both of their surprise her father coughed, breaking them apart, and gestured them back inside the apartment. Bucky hadn't planned on sitting at the kitchen table with Lettie and her parents that morning, but it did his heart good. Her father had poured him a cup of coffee and shook his hand. Her mother had kissed him on the cheek. Lettie had sat beside him in her robe and disheveled hair and that was exactly how he wanted to remember her.

Like this he could picture her in their own home, walking into the ktichen in her robe, hair a mess from the night before to kiss him goodbye on his way to work.

After Lettie had walked him down to the front door, he hadn't let her come outisde with him. She shook her head, laughing at him when he said it was one thing for him to see his girl in a robe, but no way the whole neighborhood was getting a peak. They had kissed goodbye again and again and again until he absolutely had to leave.

Then Lettie walked back up to the apartment sat down at the kitchen table with her parents, and cried.

~~~

War was hell.

Even in Brooklyn, war was hell.

Lettie had held her breath between each letter. Each of them a heaving gasp of fresh air as she opened them and read Buckys words.

She focused on her work, she'd got a job at one of the factories like so many of the other girls. She spent all day punching rivets into fuselages and often caught herself wondering what she would do with herself when the boys came back.

Lettie liked the girls she worked with, they had all become good friends. Some of them were married, a few of them had kids, a couple were single but most of her new friends had a man they loved fighting overseas. Those had been the friends she'd confided in when Bucky's letters had stopped.

War was hell.

She knew that.

He wasn't allowed to tell her much about it, but she knew that of course there would be long gaps in communication. There had never been one that had gone on so long before though and fear had settled in her stomach like a lead weight.

Isaline, who worked with her, did her best to keep her friends spirts up. Told her that her boyfriend was just busy fighting Germans, and as soon as he was able he would write her another of his lovesick letters. Telling her stories of the men in his platoon and their rowdy shenanigans.

Just when Lettie had nearly given up hope, had settled into the bleak depression of not knowing, a runner had came to her station on the line with a telegram. Her heart had stopped and her rivet gun had dropped to the ground with a clatter as she stumbled.

No.... No, no, no....

One of the married women had caught her and steadied her, shushing her in her thick Brooklyn accent.

Isa had plucked the telegram from her fingers and opened it with a pale, sickly expression on her face. An expression that had disappeared instantly, replaced with elation, in French she exclaimed, "Listen, Lettie listen. for the love of God, girl listen!"

Lettie's world stopped spinning and her eyes settled on Isa as she read the telegram, beaming.

"Doll, I'm safe, I'll write soon. Love Buck"

After that the letters started up again, this time with even more fantastical shenanigans which included Steve now which he promised to explain later, and even more promises. He loved her, he was safe, he was coming home to her as soon as this was all over.

Then one of her friends from the factory had drug them to the cinema, demanding they get dolled up and go out, boys or no boys. Which is where she saw Bucky for the first time in over a year.

There on the screen, his face scowling in concentration across from none other than Captain America, Steve Rogers. She had recognized a few others in the reels from Buckys letters, men from his platoon and the girls had giggled together as Lettie retold the stories she'd heard. Once she got home that night she had written him and informed him he very much had a lot of explaining to do.

She never got a response to that last letter.

War was hell.

Again, she found herself repeating old mantras, the weight settled back in her stomach.

This time however, it was not a telegram that knocked the wind out of her. It was Sargent James "Bucky" Barnes, leaning casually against the front of her building in the warm afternoon sun, smoking a cigarette and wating for her.

~~~

She awoke with a start, heart racing for some unknown reason. Until a warm, heavy hand settled on her waist, "Sorry doll." His voice was hushed and hoarse in the silence.

Lettie rolled over and saw, once her eyes had adjusted, Bucky lying wide awake beside her, one arm propped behind his head and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. She slid over to him and tucked herself into the space he made for her against his side. "Nightmare?" She whispered softly as she pressed a kiss to a scar on his chest, one of the thick, ugly ones, and then rested her head there.

"Mhmm." Was his only response, aside from sinking back down into the matress and pulling the covers up over them.

"Want to tell me?" She asked against his chest.

She felt and heard him swallow thickly and then his arm around her tightened. "Not this one sweeheart." He murmered into the hair at the crown of her head and then dropped a kiss there. "Just tell me I'm home."

Lettie smiled and shifted so that she could look him in the eye, take his face in her hand and kiss him. "You're home." Kiss, "You're home, in bed, with me." Another longer kiss and then she carded her fingers through his sleep mussed hair. "RIght where you belong."

Bucky hummed appreciatively, wrapped his arms tighter around her and pulled her impossibly closer. HIs body had changed, he had grown into a man over there. His chest filled out, his arms and torso no longer lean but bulky. His back was solid muscle as were his legs. He had changed too. Not for the worse, just changed. Darkness chased him, and so many others, but he was sill her Bucky.

A fact made evident when his lips carressed her throat and he murmured, "Y'know, I'm pretty sure you promised, once upon a time, to play with my hair and talk dirty to me in French if I took you out two more times."

Lettie breathed out a laugh, "Oh really? That just don't sound like me at all." She teased even as she stroked through his hair again. A nip to her collarbone brought out a giggle. "Can't believe you remember that."

Bucky hummed again and rolled up onto his side. shifting her onto her back and gazing down at her. "Lettie, I tried not to think about home too much,noene of us did, after awhile it hurt too damn much." He reached a hand up to trace her cheekbone. "But, that week with you, God there were times I played it like a movie over and over again in my mind."

The way he looked at her gave her butterfilies, just like he had back then. Lettie smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, to bring him closer.

He dropped a sleepy, short kiss to her lips and then added, "And I distanctly remember you promising to do exactly that."

Lettie laughed and pushed him off of her. "You wouldn't know what I was sayin' anyway." She pointed out as she moved back into his side and laid her head on his chest.

"You could read me a diner menu doll, and I'd be just fine." He chuckled at himself and tugged her closer, already feeling the weight of the nightmare fading. They were quiet for a long time, Bucky distracted by the warmth of her slight breath over his bare chest and the feel of her twisting the gold band on his finger over and over. He smiled, content and let his eyes fell closed as he focused on the comforting repetetive motion of his wife toying with his wedding band as she drifted back to sleep.

After awhile his eyes grew heavy and the motion of Lettie's fingers slowed. As if with her last bit of energy before sleep reclaimed her she whispered to him in the darkness, her French slow and whispy as she faded, "You're home, my love, home with me. Where you belong."

Bucky breathed deep and released it in one long exhale, all the negativity of the nightmares gone with it, and then laced his fingers throught hers. "I'm home." He followed her in sleep with his hand holding hers and a soft, content smile on his face.

~~~

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Open Your Heart, Part 1

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female OC

Word Count: 3,299

This first chapter is so long omg.

This first chapter has no warnings. Future chapters will include the following; Cursing, mentions of abuse, violence, weapons, smut, angst, fluff.. I will add more as needed!

Kind of a summary? Idk. I’m still thinking.

‘Arranged marriages are never easy. This one is no exception. Both sides will have to relearn their ways, and learn to trust each other. Bucky has all the love to give, but Katherine doesn’t know how to accept real love. She’s never been loved by anyone other than her best friend. Will she learn to open her heart, to New Yorks most notorious Mob Boss? Or is she too scared, that he’s just like everyone else?’

A/N; This is my FIRST Bucky story. As well as my first AU story. If this first part does well, I’ll keep on going. I’m incredibly beyond nervous about this. Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice. Please re-post and comment :)

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✨Part 2 here✨

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty chilly out.”

Katherine tossed her keys onto her dresser as she held the phone between her ear and shoulder, flipping through the stack of mail in her hands.

“Perfect night for a book and hot chocolate.”

Katherine chuckled softly, “Sage, do you ever really need an excuse to do that?”

She could hear laughter on the other side of the phone, “Not really. But it’s the aesthetic!”

She rolled her eyes at her friend, humming softly as she sorted a few bills, until her eyes landed on an envelope that stood out. It was a deep, blood red color with a silver wax seal on it. Her name was written on it, so she didn’t hesitate to open it.

“Anything interesting?”

She hummed in response, “Possibly..”

Her fingers gently tugged the paper out from the envelope, her curiosity spiking. She unfolded the paper, and her eyes soon began to go over the words.

“Oh my god,” she gasped softly, a bit breathless, “Its him.. It’s a letter from HIM!”

As soon as she got the words out, her phone began chiming in her ear, signaling that Sage was converting the call to a video call. Katherine answered it, and propped the phone up on her dresser.

“Well, what did he say?” Sage looked at her curiously, “Its about the wedding, right?”

Katherine looked at the letter, and let out a soft breath.

“It says..”

“My Dearest Katherine,

I know that we’ve both been waiting for this moment, at least.. I know that I have. I wanted to give you the space you deserve, and to not rush you. If you’re ready for me, I’m here, and I’d like for you to come stay with me. I’ll take care of anything you need, or want, to make this transition easier and more comfortable. Just let me know when you’re ready.

Sincerely yours,

James Buchanan Barnes

My number: xxx-xxx-xxxx”

Both girls were silent for a moment. Katherine’s thoughts were overwhelmed by excitement, the moment she’d been waiting for was finally here.. While Sages thoughts were quite the opposite.

“The mob boss Bucky Barnes?!” Sage exclaimed, finally processing the words from the letter. “YOU'RE MARRYING A MOB BOSS?”

“Seems so..” Katherine grabbed the phone, and immediately put the number in, sending him a text.

“I don’t know Katie, this is.. Are you sure? You’ve heard all of the stories..”

Katherine rolled her eyes, “I can’t break the deal. It’s not mine to negotiate anyways..” she let out a soft sigh, “I know. I remember them, we’ve all heard the stories..”

Sage let out a long breath, worry written all over her face, “Well.. When do you think you want to go? I’m sure he’d understand if you wanted more time.”

Katherine bit the inside of her cheek, having already received a few text messages from him, “In a few hours.”

Sages face fell, “What?”

“He’s sending a driver over at 3,” She began moving around her room, and began the process of packing, “It’s not like I have much to pack anyways.”

“You already texted him? Katherine-“

Katherine shook her head, cutting her off, “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Yes, it’s.. Interesting.. Who he turned out to be.. But this is still my only chance to get out… A chance to be happy.”

As much as Sage wanted to argue, disagree, and try to talk her out of it.. She knew that she was right.

“If he can make you happy..” Sage let out a soft sigh, before a smile spread on her lips, “Make sure to tell me everything! I want to know what he’s like, what his house is like! I’ve heard it’s a huge mansion..”

As Sage began to go on and on about all the different rumors they’ve all heard about him, Katherine’s mind was occupied with other thoughts.

I hope I don’t disappoint him.

If I just keep my head down, and listen, I’m sure it’ll be fine.

I wonder if he’ll like me..

Will we be happy together?

“I bet the arm thing isn’t real. You know how mobs like to spread stories to scare people.”

Sage's last words made Katherine chuckle, “I suppose I’ll be finding out which rumors are true or not, hmm?”

“Yeah, you’ll have to let me know if his eyes are really that blue.” Sage let out a soft dreamy sigh, “I wonder what he really looks like. It seems to depend on who you ask.”

Katherine hummed softly, imagining the man as she packed, “Yeah, if they’re on his good side, or his bad side.”

Both girls chuckled a bit, continuing to talk about all the different possibilities that might happen. Katherine continued packing as they spoke, finding that she really didn’t have much to pack. She didn’t have many clothes, most of it being her work uniforms. A couple pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts (All of which had something to do with music), a single long sleeved shirt, and her oversized nightshirts. She only had three pairs of shoes; A pair of purple converse sneakers (which were on her feet), her black combat boots, and her work shoes. Thankfully, she still had her black dress and heels from when Sage forced her to get them. She could still hear Sages words from that day, ‘This dress would look killer on you, your curves will pop, and drive any man crazy!’ She had only tried the dress on once, never having an occasion to wear it. So, including the heels, she actually had four pairs of shoes.

Great.

A loud knock on the front door made both girls fall silent, but Sage was quick to realize.

“It’s three..”

Katherine sucked in a breath, nodding her head, “Okay… Okay. I’ll talk to you later, I promise!”

Sage sighed, nodding her head, “You’d better.. I’ll send a search party! Don’t forget your art bag!”

The call ended after the both girls said ‘I love you’, and Katherine made a beeline to the front door, bags in hand. She opened it to find a man, a bit older than her, with a nice suit on.

He offered a small smile, “Miss Connors?”

She nodded her head, “Yes sir.” Returning the smile, before realizing..

Dad.

She let out a soft sigh, “I have to do something really quick, then I’m ready.”

The man nodded his head, and reached for her bags, “I’ll take these, and meet you at the car.”

She turned on her heel, walking through the house. Her father was passed out in his recliner in the living room, a beer threatening to fall from his hand and onto the floor. Shaking her head at the sight, she decided to just leave him a note, instead of waking him.

‘Mr. Barnes finally reached out.

I accepted.

That’s where I’ll be when you wake up.’

She placed the note in front of the television, before walking back through the house. Grabbing her leather jacket, and her ‘art’ bag as Sage called it, she went out the front door. The man at the car gave her another smile, opening the back door for her. As she stepped in, she took one last look at the house, before nodding to herself and letting the man close the door.

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The car ride was silent for the most part, the man asking her a few times if she was alright or if she needed anything. New York City seemed to disappear behind them as they went, the drive lasting about 20 minutes. Katherine’s eyes widened as the car rolled to a stop.. He really did have a mansion.

“Alright Miss. Connors.” The man got out of the car, as her eyes observed the large home. It was old, Victorian era old. Equal parts elegant, beautiful, and creepy. The driver, whom she had learned to be Joe, opened her door for her, offering a warm smile. She got out, and was greeted by a crisp breeze. She was glad to have her leather jacket on.

“Thanks for the ride.” She said to him, a small grin on her lips as she grabbed her bags.

“Anytime, ma’am. Mr. Barnes is my favorite client.”

She gave him a small nod before turning to walk towards the house. As she walked up the front steps,, the nerves finally began to break through. She took in a deep breath as she raised her fisted hand to knock, but the door opened in front of her, startling her.

“You must be Katherine!” An older woman, probably in her late 50s or so, gave her a wide grin.

“Yes ma’am, that’s me.” She returned the grin, trying to conceal her nerves.

“Come in, come in…” The woman motioned her inside, and as she stepped in, she closed the door. “I’m Annette, one of Mr. Barnes housekeepers.”

Katherine’s eyes wandered around the entryway, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Annette stood there, silent for a moment. As if she were allowing Katherine to study the home. “Mr. Barnes is currently in a meeting, so I’ll show you to your room!”

Katherine gave her a small smile, nodding her head to the woman. She followed along behind her, looking around as they went. It was pretty modern inside, compared to the old style of the outside. The first room was huge; a long fireplace along the far wall. It seemed to have been set up to hold guests, maybe for meetings or get-togethers. There were staircases on either side of the room, and they started the descent up the left side. Once at the top, she realized that both sides met on the same floor. There didn’t seem to be much personal touch in the home; No family photos in sight.

“Here we are, the last door on the left. The room on the right is an office area that he never uses, the other door on the left is another entrance into your bathroom. I usually keep it locked.”

Katherine blinked a few times, before hesitantly opening the door to the bedroom.. her eyes widened once again, seeing how large it was. It was almost like a suite at a hotel; having a lounge area with a couch, recliner and television. A wall separated that space from an area with a ginormous bed. It must’ve been a California king, she’d never seen a bed so large. As she walked around, Annette came in as well, opening the curtains.

“This door here is your closet,” she said as she turned the knob, revealing a walk in closet. “And over here is your bathroom.”

Katherine was shocked, her eyes trying to take in the massive space, “A-And this room… Is mine?”

Annette let out a soft chuckle, “Yes dear.”

Confusion then came across Katherine’s face, realizing that she and her future husband had separate rooms. Annette must’ve noticed this, because she offered a kind smile.

“Mr. Barnes is a good man, Katherine. He wanted you to have your own space, he didn’t want to pressure you into anything until you were ready.”

Katherine nodded slowly, setting her bags down on the foot of the bed- Her bed. She gave Annette a big grin, when the initial shock had finally subsided. She let out a giggle, doing a twirl as she took one long look at the room. Annette chuckled softly, watching the woman.

“It was overwhelming to me too, back in the day. I’d never seen such spacious rooms.” She shrugged her shoulders.

Katherine let out a long sigh, a smile tugging at her lips, “This is.. It is a lot. This room is half the size of my house!”

Both women chuckled for a moment, until there was a knock at the door. Katherine’s eyes moved to look at who it was, somehow knowing that it wasn’t him. A tall man leaned in the doorway, golden blonde hair that went just past his ears, and a neat beard on his face.

“Mr. Rogers.” Annette nodded her head toward him, giving him a small smile.

“Annette,” he returned the smile, then his eyes landed on Katherine, “So you’re the one who’s marrying my best friend.”

Katherine’s nerves slowly creeped their way back into her mind, nodding her head silently. She wasn’t sure what to say, her eyes flickering between the man and Annette.

He walked towards her, extending a hand, “I’m Steve.” He gave her a warm grin, and it helped settle her silly nerves.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, taking his hand and shaking it.

“I hope you’re finding everything to your liking. Buck sent me to extend his apologies, his meetings running later than expected.” Steve let out a soft sigh as their hands fell, “He wanted to greet you when you arrived.”

Katherine nodded her head, running a hand through her long brown hair, “It’s alright, I understand.” She shrugged, though secretly she was quite anxious and excited to finally set her eyes on him.

Steve’s eyes wandered around the room, before settling on her bags, “Are there more bags downstairs? I can go get them if you’d like.”

Katherine was slightly embarrassed, “Oh, uhm.. No.. That’s all I’ve got.”

Silent words seemed to be exchanged, Steve understanding the expression on her face. Katherine didn’t want to have to explain to anyone that she was dirt poor and didn’t have many possessions. Steve didn’t seem to want to press the issue.

“Well, I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll see you around dear! Steve will take good care of you.” Annette gave them both a smile, before leaving the room.

Katherine let out a breath, before making a clicking sound with her tongue, “Welp,” she moved to start unpacking her bags, “I s’pose I’ll start unpacking while I wait.” She shrugged her shoulders, before letting out a soft chuckle. Her phone was going off in her pocket, and she knew who it was. She pulled the device out, to see text messages from Sage.

‘Everything good?’

‘Are you there yet??’

‘KATIE’

‘…Has he swooped you off your feet yet?’

‘DETAILS WOMAN!’

Katherine laughed, reading the messages. Steve quirked an eyebrow curiously, wondering what was going on. She looked over to him as she texted Sage back.

‘I haven’t met him yet! Just settling into my room. I’ll video call you before bed!’

“Oh, it’s just my best friend chomping at the bit. Sage is a very protective friend, and if I don’t answer, I’m sure she’d manage to find out where I am.”

Steve let out a soft chuckle, nodding his head, “Oh, I understand that.”

Katherine hummed softly, “I’m sure she’d like to see where I’m living now.. Do you think he’d be alright if she came over some time?” She looked at Steve, wondering what he thought. But Steve’s eyes were now on his own phone.

“You can ask him yourself,” he said, sliding the device back into his pocket, “He’s out of his meeting, and would like for me to escort you to his office.”

Katherine nodded her head slowly, “Uhm, then lead the way.”

Steve gave her a smile, before doing just that. He led her down the hallway, and back down the staircase. Her fingers began fumbling with the hem of her shirt, ‘The Andrews Sisters’ logo quite faded on the front of the old clothing. As she followed him through the house, her anxiety came creeping back into her mind. Thoughts of her mysterious suitor flooded her brain, wondering what their first interaction might be like. She was lost in her thoughts as Steve led her into a room, her eyes wandering around as she observed the new area. There were bookcases covering the walls, hundreds of books filling them. She smiled, looking at all the old covers. She could’ve sworn she had spotted an old copy of ‘Great Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe’.

“Katherine?”

Her eyes snapped to where she had heard her name, and the nerves turned into butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Standing before her, leaning against a large wooden desk, was a man. Probably the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. He had dark hair, a quiff of dark locks settled at the top. His eyes were an icy Blue, staring into her hazel brown orbs. He had quite the jawline, a short beard covering it. His arms were crossed against his chest, one of which seemed to reflect the light from the ceiling..

“H-Hi.” Was all she managed to squeak out, her eyes transfixed on him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he took a few long strides across the room, extending his flesh hand to her, “Bucky.” He flashed a toothy smile, and she felt her heart flutter.

It was him.

She took his hand, hoping he didn’t notice that hers was shaking. He gently clasped both of his hands around her much smaller one, the metal of his fingers sending a chill up her arm.

“You have a really lovely home.” She mentally scolded herself, knowing those weren’t her first choice of words.

He let out a hearty chuckle, holding onto her hand gently, “Thank you. It’s yours now, too, you know.”

She nodded her head, realizing how much closer he was to her now. She could see his dark eyelashes flutter as he watched her. She slowly retracted her hand, suddenly feeling quite self conscious. She wrapped her arms around her middle, wanting to hide herself from his piercing eyes. He seemed to notice her hesitance, taking a step back from her. They were both silent for a moment, Steve watching the awkward interaction. Her eyes began to wander again, fixating on all the books in the room.

“Do you like to read?” He asked, giving her a small smile.

Katherine’s eyes glanced towards him, getting captured by his icy orbs once more, “I do.” She returned the sweet smile.

“You’re more than welcome to any of them. I have more in the basement library.” He hummed softly, “Please feel free to explore. What’s mine, is now yours.”

She gave him a slow nod, the smile still spread across her lips, as she began to walk around the room. She walked up to one of the large bookcases, her fingers lifting to gently brush across the spines of a few books. She hummed softly, her eyes scanning over the different books. Bucky silently followed her, watching as she admired them. He glanced at Steve, who gave him a reassuring smile.

“I’m happy to collect more, if you think of any we should add to the collection.” He said to her, trying to ease her nerves. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, regardless of the odd situation.

“Duly noted.” She turned towards him, a slight blush crawling onto her cheeks as she realized.. While she was studying the books, he was studying her.

“Uh, are you hungry?” He gave her a side grin, “Steve and I usually go to this pizza place out on 6th, every Thursday.”

Katherine let out a soft laugh, “Pizza sounds great.”

Bucky clapped his hands together, “Then it’s settled. Steve, can you pull the car around?”

Steve nodded his head, “Yep.”

Katherine smiled to Bucky, “What are your favorite toppings? I’m a meat lover myself.”

Bucky’s lips spread wide on his face, “Me too. With the garlic sauce on the crust.”

Katherine’s nerves were slowly fading, “Extra cheese?”

Bucky chuckled, motioning for them to leave the room, “Doll, I have a feeling this’ll be much easier than either of us realized.”

“As long as you don’t put anchovies on anything, I think we’ll be set.”

They both began to laugh, all the nerves and awkwardness fading behind them.

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[chasingmidnights]

Title: A First Time for Everything

Pairing: sugar daddy!Carter Baizen x reader 

Bingo Selections: Cafe AU; first time; sugar daddy 

Summary: Carter is a regular at the cafe that you work at. One day, he offers you an opportunity that you have a hard time saying no to.

A/N: This is my first entry for the bingo slumber-party event that’s going on (@the-slumberparty)! I hope you enjoy it! Please note, nothing is beta read and I do not claim to be any kind of professional writer. All my mistakes are my own. Also, the gold glitter divider that you see was by @firefly-graphics.

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI!! Warnings would include: some angst, mild self-degradation; mild cursing; mentions of sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship; Carter Baizen (yes, he’s a warning!); mentions class/society differences; mild inappropriate thoughts; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Wordcount: 3,596

The morning rush had been non-stop since you flicked on the open sign. Usually you could handle the craziness along with the rude, snooty customers but when two of your coworkers called at the last minute, it put you in a sour mood. Also, normally, you wouldn’t mind the handsome stranger taking up a spot at the counter for over an hour but with how busy the cafe had been this morning, it was kind of getting annoying. You were about to ask him to leave when the espresso machine started screeching at you and spewing steam. 

“Dammit!” You muttered under your breath as you turned your attention to the machine instead of the man. 

Just as you left, the brunette man looked up from his paper and smirked. He picked up his coffee mug and took a small drink of his coffee. A chuckle escaped him as he watched you manhandle the espresso machine. 

“Something funny sir?” You snapped as you tried to get the espresso machine to work. 

Before he could comment, another customer walked up and interrupted. “Excuse me, miss? I think my coffee was made wrong. There’s supposed to be three shots of espresso and I can tell there’s only one.” 

You groaned quietly as the customer complained about their order. When you turned to face the upset woman, you were surprised when the older gentleman spoke up. 

“That’s impossible.” You raised a brow as you watched the interaction. “Impossible because I’ve watched her make every order since I’ve gotten here. While making each order, she counts everything. It doesn’t matter whether it's pumps of syrup or spoonfuls of matcha powder, she counts it. She doesn’t think anyone notices but I do. So, there is no way possible that there is only one shot of espresso in your order. And, as you can tell, the espresso machine is currently out of order.” 

Your jaw dropped as you listened to the man defend you to this rude lady. A disgruntled scoff came from the woman before she picked up her cup and retreated. It took a few moments for you to comprehend what just happened, you didn’t think anyone paid that much attention to you. Let alone someone who was so attractive. You blinked a few times before you walked over to the brunette. 

“Ya know, you didn’t have to do that.” You felt your cheeks starting to heat up as he made eye contact with you. 

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. Some of these high society, Upper East Siders need to be knocked down a few notches. I enjoy doing it.” He then took a sip of his coffee. 

“Well, thank you.” You tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear. You then introduce yourself properly and tell him your name.

“Oh, I know who you are sweetheart.” He gave a quick wink and just then his phone dinged. You swore that you both sighed in annoyance at the interruption of your conversation. Surely you just imagined his sigh. 

“Sorry about that.” He said as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. “Looks like I’ve gotta head off. But here, take this,” He paused as he pulled out what looked like a business card. You looked down at the elegant, white card with crisp black lettering. “Call me, I would love to discuss a few things with you.” 

Your face scrunched up in immediate confusion as you looked back up at the brunette. What on earth could he possibly want to discuss with you? 

“Who do I ask for if I decide to call? There’s no name, it just says Baizen Industries.” 

He smirked as he put a twenty dollar bill in the tip jar. “Ask for Carter Baizen.” 

You watched as he effortlessly left the cafe, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and your mind swirling with questions. Did that really just happen? 

“Wow, I can’t believe this! No fuckin’ way! Carter Baizen wants you to call him?!” 

You had just told your best friend and roommate, Zoey, about what happened today as the two of you sat down for dinner. “Okay, how do you know who this person is and I don’t?” 

“Because you, my darling, are completely oblivious to what’s happening in the world.” She teased and you playfully rolled your eyes at her, even though it was true. You watched as she reached for her laptop and set aside her plate. She quickly typed on her keyboard and pulled up Baizen Industries on the internet. “This is what you’re dealing with.” She then turned her laptop towards you. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little odd about looking Carter up but you were curious. From what you gathered from the website page, he was a rising titan in the oil industry and dealt with many areas within the oil industry. You still had a hard time believing that a man of his status wanted anything to do with you. You lived in Brooklyn whereas he lived on the Upper East Side and probably vacationed in Martha’s Vineyard. Wait, no, he was an oil guy, that didn’t sound right. You let out a heavy sigh as you continued to search the website page. 

“Hey, no, don’t do that.” Zoey said as she pulled the laptop away and closed it. 

You instantly let out a huff and started to pick at your food. “Do what?” 

Zoey narrowed her gaze at you before she softened it. “You’re a total catch! Don’t let stupid society and its so-called rules get to you! If you want to call him, you should! Who knows, it could be the best damn thing to ever happen to you!” 

You playfully shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Can I at least have a couple of days to think about it?” You gave Zoey your best puppy dog eyes and pout. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Zoey breaks first. 

“Alright, fine! But if you don’t, then I’m gonna do it for you!” Zoey smirked, but you knew she wasn’t teasing. 

A few days passed and you still had not called Carter. You had formed a pro-con list in your mind about this whole situation, which you still could not wrap your mind around. Surely it was some kind of trick? The cafe was buzzing and as you went to use the espresso machine, you were surprised that it didn’t combust on you. You started to examine the machine and wondered who fixed it, you wanted to thank that person. Heck, you could kiss that person right now. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Carter. 

You slowly turned to face the man who was now in his usual seat at the counter. “You fixed it?” 

Carter ticked his head after he took a drink of his coffee. “Well, had it replaced. You know, you never called.” 

A smile spread across your face. “Yeah, I was doing some thinking. I was gonna call you tonight.” 

“How about you meet me for dinner tonight instead?” 

How was he such a smooth talker? Just his little smirk alone was making you go weak at the knees. 

“Eight o’clock, The Artemis.” Carter said, it was almost more of an order more than anything. 

A part of you was impressed and made you want to say yes immediately. “What if I don’t show up?” 

Carter then stood up, placing a ridiculous large tip on the counter. “You will sweetheart.” 

“How are you so sure?” You asked before he left. 

You could see the twinkle in his eyes as he stared at you. 

“Your curiosity.” 

Later that night, you found yourself staring at your reflection in the floor length mirror that you had in your room. Zoey had loaned you an elegant, yet simple black dress which hugged your curves and accentuated your best features perfectly. Zoey also helped with your hair and makeup, keeping it all very simple and classic. Eight o’clock was approaching and your stomach was in knots. You couldn’t help but second guess your decision on everything. From you actually deciding to go to this dinner, to the outfit, to- 

“Will you come out all ready?! You look gorgeous!” Zoey called out from behind your closed door. “Besides, you’re gonna be late!” 

You took a deep breath before you finally left your bedroom. “Are you sure about this?” 

“Yes! He’d be stupid to not be interested in you. You’re a goddess and you’re completely worth it!” Zoey encouraged you before she wrapped you into a hug. 

You didn’t know what you would do without Zoey, she was always the best hype girl and knew exactly what to say to get you out of your thoughts. Just then, a knock came from the apartment door and the two of you separated. Confusion washed over you both as another knock sounded from the door. You went to answer the door to find an older man standing there in a black suit. 

“Can we help you?” You asked, arching a brow as you did. 

“Did Carter send a car?” Zoey whispered in awe. 

“Yes ma’am, Mr. Baizen sent a car for you. He didn’t think it was right for you to have to take a cab.” The man confirmed.

You and Zoey looked at each other and you did your best to conceal your excitement. “Alright, let me just grab a few things and then I’m ready.” 

When you got to the restaurant, the car slowly came to a stop. Your heart started to race as you waited for the driver to open the door, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were about to make a huge fool out of yourself. As the driver opened the door and offered you a hand to help you out of the car, you took a deep breath before you accepted his hand and climbed out of the vehicle. You gave the driver a small smile as you straightened up and adjusted your dress. 

“Thank you, sir.” 

“It’s no problem, miss. I’ll be back as soon as your dinner with Mr. Baizen is over.” The gentleman informed you, before he briskly walked back over to the driver side of the car. 

After a moment, you turned to face the restaurant. The Artemis was a high end, five-star restaurant and a place you could never afford on your own. The building itself was exquisite, brick with greenhouse windows that were floor to ceiling. In reality, it was just a little hole in the wall joint that looked like it belonged in a fairytale. When you walked inside, your jaw dropped at how beautiful it was. There was greenery everywhere along with fairlights all over the place, it gave the place a very intimate setting. It was surprisingly spacious for being such a small restaurant, tables evenly spread throughout and in the far back corner was a small bar. As you took in every detail of the restaurant, you noticed how quiet the place was, with very few other customers that mingled around. Then you spotted Carter. 

Butterflies started to flutter like crazy in your stomach. He was wearing an all black suit which matched well against his sun-kissed skin. His hair was neatly combed back but still had a little fluffiness in the front. You could tell that it had been a few days since he had last shaved last but you actually didn’t mind the stubble. A thought popped into your head and you instantly shook it away, you shouldn’t have those kinds of thoughts. You barely know the man. Carter stood up when you reached the table and he pulled the chair out for you. 

“Wow, you look absolutely beautiful.” Carter complimented as you sat down. 

“Thank you. Are you sure about this place?” You asked as you looked around again. 

Carter glanced around as well but shortly after a smile formed on his face. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, tonight is all about you. Order whatever you like.” 

Just then, a waiter walked over and offered some champagne before he started to fill our glasses. “I hope you enjoy it, it’s one of our bests.” 

The waiter gave a slight nod before he walked away. You took a sip of the champagne and you couldn’t agree more with him. 

“Do you like it?” Carter asked as he smiled from across the table. 

Your eyes lit up as you set the slim flute down. “Very much.” 

“Good, only the best for you.” Carter smiled as he raised his glass a little bit towards you before he took a sip of his own champagne. 

A comfortable silence washed over the both of you as you looked over the menus. Everything sounded delicious and you did your best to control your facial features at each price next to each meal. You know he said not to worry and to order whatever you like but you still couldn’t help looking at the more inexpensive options. When the wait returned, you were still looking at the menu and had not made a decision. 

“If I may, tonight I would recommend the Chef’s choice. It’s a fantastic option, if I do say so myself.” The waiter suggested with a smile.

“Sounds perfect.” Carter agreed and before you could protest, your menu was being taken away from you and the waiter was walking away from the table. 

You couldn’t help but glance around the restaurant, a wave of nervousness suddenly washed over you. As you looked around, Carter found himself staring at you, anyone else that he would’ve asked here tonight probably would be taking every last advantage of him right now. But you were different, he could tell. When your eyes landed on Carter again, you felt your cheeks begin to heat up. To help calm your nerves, you reached for your champagne glass and took a rather large sip. Carter let out a small chuckle before he took a sip from his own glass. After a brief moment of silence, you finally decided to speak up again and ask the question you had been dying to know the answer too. 

“So, why did you ask me here tonight?” 

A smirk curled up onto the corner of his lips. “Is it so hard to believe that I find you attractive and just want to get to know you better?” 

“Yes.” You deadpanned.

“And why is that?” Carter sat back in his chair as he crossed his arms. 

“Because I’m mid-class Brooklyn and you’re high-society, Upper East Side. Oh, not to mention one of the world’s top oil guys right now.” You leaned back a little bit when the waiter brought out the first course. You smiled up at the waiter and thanked him. 

Carter uncrossed his arms as he placed his napkin on his lap. “Believe it or not, I’m actually not that shallow.” 

“Then why? You said that you had a few things you wanted to discuss with me?” You arched a brow before you took a few bites of the first course. 

Whatever you just ate was absolutely delicious and simply melted in your mouth. You ate a few more bites before the conversation continued. 

“I’m gonna be completely transparent here with you then because there’s obviously no tricking you. I asked you here tonight because I think you’d be perfect for my needs.” Carter started to explain, he then took a sip of his champagne. 

‘For his needs,’? You thought and your mind started to wonder what he meant by that. Did he think you were some sort of call girl?

“For your needs?” You inquired, causing you to put down your fork.

“Yes. Let’s just say, I have a few functions that are coming up and I need someone at my side. I think you’d be perfect. You see, I’m trying to rebrand as being a family man, and well some of these companies that I work with aren’t too thrilled that I don’t have a woman by my side.” Carter answered before he wiped his mouth with his napkin. 

“You keep saying that but you don’t even know me. I’m not some ditzy, floozy or arm candy that can be shown off.” You felt yourself getting a bit upset, you should’ve known that this was going to happen. 

“Of course not but I do know that you’re behind on some loans and that one day you would like to open and own your own cafe.” Carter pointed out and you wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow you whole right now. 

“I see you’ve done your homework.” You mumbled as you bowed your head and looked down at your lap. 

“Of course, I had to know who I was going to get myself involved with, sweetheart. This is why I wanted to have dinner and talk. I think we could really help each other out, if you’re open to it.” 

All you could do was stare at him when you lifted your head back up. A mixture of shock and disbelief on your face. Was this really happening? Just then, your main course arrived and your first course was being taken away. When you felt like you had somewhat comprehended what was being offered, you finally spoke up. 

“Let me get this straight, and please correct me if I’m wrong. If I were to say yes, would this be some kind of sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship?” 

Carter chuckled as a smirk returned to his perfect, plump lips. “Well, I was thinking more along the lines of me being a benefactor, but if that’s the way that you wanna phrase it, then yes.” 

You took a deep breath before you decided to take a few bites of food. A million thoughts roamed in your mind as you ate. After a few moments, you took a long drink of your champagne before wiping your mouth with your napkin. 

“If I were to say yes, how would this work? Like, would there be some kind of NDA or some kind of contract that I would have to sign?” You watched as Carter straightened up and arched a brow. 

“Well, if you say yes, then yes, I would write up a contract. I would let you go over it and only if you agreed to the terms then we would both sign it. Look, I understand that you probably have a thousand questions and are probably rightfully skeptical of me, but we’re not gonna figure this out in one night. So, how about tonight, we treat this as if it were a normal date and you can have a few days to think about this?” Carter tilted his head as he waited for you to answer. 

You studied Carter for a moment as you thought about what he just said. After a moment, you took a deep breath and tried to relax. “Alright, let’s do that, treat it like an actual date.” 

“Gladly.” Carter beamed at you from across the table and you could see the twinkle in his eyes. 

By the time you got home, Zoey was already asleep on the couch and you couldn’t help but smile. You walked over to her and covered her up with a blanket and shut the T.V. off. You didn’t bother to wake her up, you could tell her everything later the next day. As you got ready for bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about Carter or the fact that he was pretty much offering to be your sugar daddy. 

Almost a week passed before Carter popped back into the cafe. You were a bit surprised to see him as you came out of the back, you had started to wonder if he had changed his mind. A small smile crept onto your lips as you watched him for a few moments before going over to talk to him. 

“You know, I tried to call but was told that you weren’t available.” You said as casually as possible. 

Carter swallowed his coffee before answering. “Yeah, sorry about that sweetheart. We had an emergency at one of our Texas plants and had to take care of a few things. Hope you didn’t miss me too much, sweetheart.” 

There are those damn butterflies. 

“Maybe a little bit.” 

You watched as a small smile formed on Carter’s lips. “So, have you thought about my offer?” 

Just then a loud crash came from the back of the cafe. You groaned as the sound of dishes shattering ruined your moment with Carter. 

“I have thought about it. And well, there’s a first time for everything, right?” 

“Can I take that as a yes then?” It was adorable the way Carter perked up. 

“Yes.” You smiled back at him. 

“Great! I’ll get a contract written up and set up a time for us to meet.” 

Another loud crash came from the back as Carter was standing up from his seat. Carter placed yet another ridiculous tip on the counter before he turned to leave. You watched as he left the cafe, getting a little hypnotized by the sway of his hips. A groan escaped you once more as you heard your name being called for from the back. As you made your way to the back, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future was about to hold now that it seems you have gotten yourself a sugar daddy.

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[buckybraneslover111]

Love p.2 - B.B.

summary: after the bombing in Vienna, Bucky was forced to come out of hiding, because he is framed for it. You and Steve found out where Bucky was living and decided to pay him a visit. After getting caught and arrested, they took Bucky to be evaluated, only for him to go rouge on everyone. What happens when you try to get him to come back to normal?

a/n: do not repost, translate or copy my work, also gif is not mine! credit to the creator. minor do not read!!

warnings: fighting, gun violence, mention of blood, smut 18+, lovemaking, breed kink, crying, choking(non-sexual), fluffy fluff:)

You and Steve snuck into Bucky’s apartment he had been hiding in since he pulled Steve out of the water that night, and now that you got the news about the bombing and it potentially being Bucky who did it, you were both concerned. You both looked around, moving trash around and looking behind everything. Steve grabbed a notebook that was on top of the fridge as you walked over to him looking over his shoulder, he flipped through the pages and found a picture of himself and a picture of you. 

“Heads up guys, German Special Forces approaching from the south,” Sam said in your earpieces.

“Understood,” Steve said. You peaked over your shoulder to see Bucky standing in the middle of the room. You tapped Steve and he turned around facing Bucky with you. You both looked at Bucky as he stared at both of you sternly. “Do you know us?” 

“You’re Steve and your y/n. I read about you both in a museum.” Bucky looked down at his feet then back up at both of you.

“I know you are nervous, you have every right to be. But you are lying.” Steve said.

“I wasn’t in Vienna, I don't do that anymore,” Bucky said.

“They're entering the building,” Sam said.

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now, and they are not planning on taking you alive,” you said as you took a step closer to Bucky as he stepped back.

“That's good, great strategy,” Bucky said looking nervous.

“They’re on the roof, I'm compromised,” Sam said hearing the footsteps approach the door. 

“This doesn't have to end with a fight, Buck,” Steve said.

Bucky sighed, “It always ends in a fight.” he took off his gloves and sighed.

“Five seconds,” Sam said.

“Steve...” you looked at Steve.

Steve said to panic, knowing you didn't have much time, “You pulled me from the river why?” 

“I don't know.” Bucky looked straight at Steve.

“Yes, you do.” 

“BREACH! BREACH!” 

...

After getting caught by the German police and getting taken back to the headquarters where they put Bucky in a holding chamber, where they locked him up to get evaluated. You, Steve, and Sam all got an ear full from Natasha and Tony, but you were more concerned about if Bucky was alright. You sat at the table and looked through the glass at Bucky on camera as he was just sitting there with the German investigator. Sam came up on the side of you and put his hand on your shoulder causing you to jump a little, looking at him and then back at the camera. 

“You alright y/n?” he said softly.

“Yeah, I just wanna make sure he is okay.” you nodded crossing your arms on your chest. Sam looked down and noticed the ring on your finger.

“You still wear your wedding ring?” he said.

You looked up at him sighing, looking back at the camera, “Yeah.” You loved Bucky very much and you just wanted to kiss him all over and tell him how much he means to you. You knew you couldn’t because of certain circumstances but just wearing the ring made you believe that one day you could share the love with him and let him know how much he means to you. You were watching the interview happening on the cameras when all of a sudden the power goes out. You jumped up and looked at Steve and Sam then at Sharon. “What happened?!” 

“Sub-level five, east wing,” Sharon said to the three of you. You all got up and ran down to the sub-level, hoping to get to Bucky in time. When you guys reached the sub-level, you noticed all the guards were knocked out. Steve walked into the room and was talking to Zemo as you and Sam looked at Bucky. Sam turned around and Bucky swung at him hitting the wall and breaking it. He grabbed Sam and punched him then grabbed his jaw and threw him across the room collating with the base he was in before. Steve pushed you out of the way as he and Bucky started to fight.

“Y/n, run!” Steve yelled. Bucky kept fighting him until he punched Steve down the elevator shoot. You stood by the stairway, Bucky turned to look at you as he cracked his neck. You gulped and ran up the stairs, Bucky following you close behind. You made it to the upper level and turned around to face Bucky, slowly walking backward. He looked at you with no emotions, like you were his prey. 

“Bucky, I don't want to fight you, please.” you looked behind him and saw Tony as he motioned you to stay quiet. You needed to distract Bucky long enough for Tony. to sneak attack him. “Bucky, this isn't you,” you slowly started to back away from him, “You don't hurt people. Please snap out of it.” Bucky picked up a gun that was on the floor and he aimed it at you. “Please.” Tony came out from behind the corner and shot two shock ways at Bucky as you moved out of the way, picking up two guns from the floor, and putting one in your back pocket. The two men continued to fight until Tony was knocked to the floor. Sharon came up and started fighting him, only to be thrown into tables. You quickly got up and jumped onto his back, putting him in a headlock to cut off his breathing. He struggles a bit to get you off, then quickly walks backward into a wall, causing you to let go and groan.

He turned quickly and punched the wall near your head, you quickly moving out of the way. You punched him in the stomach and kicked him away from you. He stumbled back and you jumped onto a chair and tried to kick him, but he grabbed both your legs, wrapping them around his neck as he held you up from your back. He slammed onto a table, your legs tightening around his neck to hold him there. He reached down with his metal arm and wrapped his hand around your neck and started to squeeze, causing you to take short breaths. “B-Bucky! At least you could try to recognize me.” you groaned as he squeezed your neck a little tighter. Your eyes begin to water, wrapping your hands around his metal wrist, you both looking into each other's eyes. “J-James...” you said softly, trying to get air to your lungs, “James...please...” For a moment, you can see in his eyes that he knows who you are. You were the only person who was allowed to call him James, he hated it, but you loved it. Everyone called him Bucky because he didn't like his first name, but for you, you could call him whatever you wanted. His face begins to soften, the grip on your neck loosens, and you gasp for air, getting your lungs full again. 

“B-Bunny…” he whispered to you, a spec of hope running through your eyes.

“I-I can’t breathe Bucky…” he still had a hold on your neck and he pulled his hand away and let go of you. You took in deep breaths and he stumbled back looking down at his hands.

“I-I-…” he was cut off by Kei kicking him.

…

Bucky groaned waking up, his metal arm stuck under a machine to prevent him from hitting anyone. You were sat down in front of him, with your knees to your chest, your head resting on them. Sam stood on the side of you and looked at him, “Steve.” he yelled out. Steve walked over to where you guys were. Sam shook you awake, “Y/n wake up.” You groaned and opened your eyes and stood up quickly looking at Bucky.

“James…” you took a step towards him and he looked up at you with a small smile.

“I wish I could remember you…”

“Don’t even bother y/n. He says he can’t remember but he is a liar.” Steve scoffed.

“I remember you, Steve, just not her.” he looked up at you. You walked over to Bucky and slapped him across the face. Sam went to go pull you away, but Steve stopped him. Bucky turned to look back at you and he sighed.

“I deserved that.”

“You remember him but not me?! Your wife for 4 years?!” you didn’t realize you were crying until you let out a sob.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“I get nothing?! Nothing?!” you punched him in his chest and then in the face. Steve walked over and pulled you away from him. Bucky spits blood out and he looked at both of you.

“I deserved that. I’m guessing I went rogue again?”Bucky looked at Steve.

“Yeah, and you nearly killed her Buck.” Steve said, “But we need your help.”

“My help?”

…

After a long fight, you and everyone else returned to the compound. You walked to the elevator with everyone then turned around when you didn’t see Bucky. You looked at him as he was just standing there in silence. You walked over to him and he looked at you, “If you want, you can come up to my room and shower before you go.” Bucky looked at you with a little happiness in his eyes. He was going to go to Wakanda to get help to break himself free of Hydras' hold over him. He nodded and you turned towards the elevator, everyone getting in, letting you two come in. The door opened up on your floor and you and Bucky stepped out. He followed you to your room as you opened the door letting him go first.

“Y/n?” Steve said as you turned to him, “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.” you smiled a bit then walked into the room. Bucky stood by the table awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with you. You toss your tactical gear on the table, “Follow me.” you walked to your bathroom and turned on the shower getting it to a warm temperature. You started to strip your clothes, Bucky turning away from your naked form. You looked back at him, then turned away, “You don’t have to join me, but figured we could save water.” You stepped into the shower closing the glass door behind you, standing under the water letting it run down your face, sweat and blood falling off of you. You hummed at the warm feeling of the water relaxing your muscles. Before you could reach for the shampoo, you heard the glass door open and shut, feeling a presence behind you. You looked back up at Bucky as he towered over you.

“Save water,” he said softly.

You nodded and rinsed out your hair, moving forward out of the way of the showerhead, allowing Bucky to step forward, letting the warm water run down his body. You turned around, his back facing you, his head tilted up to let the water run down his long hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your hands on his stomach, resting your head between his shoulders. You noticed his breathing was uneven and you heard him sniffle. “It’s okay Bucky.”

“I want to remember y-you. I-I want to feel loved again.” he let out little hiccups as he cried silently letting tears fall down his face.

“Shhh it’s okay Bucky.” you kissed his shoulder. He turned around in your arms and looked around at you as your bodies pushed together.

“W-What if I can’t remember you? What if I go to Wakanda and they can’t help me and I-I’m just this killing machine and I can’t stop. I want to love you again. I wanna know what it’s like to feel that way again.” he held your cheeks with his hands, looking into your eyes with his glossy, teary blue ones.

“If you want to remember then go to Wakanda and get help. I’ll be here, waiting. I haven’t given up on you Bucky. I waited 43 years to finally see you again, I can wait even longer if that means I get to have you back.” you whispered to him, your lips close to his.

“What was the nickname I gave you? I-I remember I called you it before.” he sniffled.

“Bunny.” you blushed a little at the nickname. He gave you that name when you first started dating because you were always so cheerful and outgoing while he was the opposite.

“Bunny…” he said softly, “Kiss me.” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, leaning in, kissing you with a lot of passion, you returned the kiss and pulled him closer to you if that was possible. He pushed you up against the shower wall, pulling away to kiss your neck. You moaned out his name wrapping your fingers in his hair to keep him close to you.

“Make love to me James.” you moaned softly closing your eyes. You felt his hard-on press up against your stomach, his eagerness getting ahead of him, pulling your leg up to wrap around his waist. “James, take it slow.” you pulled him off your neck as his blue eyes were dark orbs now. “Please.” he put your leg down and turned you around so your chest was against the shower wall. You pant feeling him rub his tip against your weeping hole. 

“Shhh, I got you,” he whispers in your ear, sliding himself into you, both of you moaning at the contact. He pushed in deep, allowing you to feel every vein and inch of him until he was all the way inside of you. 

“B-Buck...” you close your eyes moaning at the feeling.

“I-Its okay, I’m right here.” he pulled out until only the tip was in then he pushed back into you slowly groaning at your tightness. You put your hands against the shower wall trying to grip onto something as he started a slow hard pace, groaning in your ear every once in a while. You were a moaning mess, moaning his name and profanity. He put one hand on your hip and one hand on top of yours against the shower wall, your fingers interlocking with his. You threw your head back as one particular thrust hits against the squeezy thing inside of you. 

“I-I love you James.” you moaned loudly, his thursts picking up in pace, his balls slapping against your clit, “I’m close!” you can feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten, your orgasm approaching you quickly, his thrusts getting harder, hitting your spot every time. You gripped his hand hard, your orgasm taking over you, your legs shaking as you came around his cock. “James! Fuck! Cum inside me please!” you threw your head back against his shoulder as he was trying to catch his own orgasm. 

“Yeah?! You want me to fill you up? Breed your little hole? Put a baby in you?!” he pinned both of your hands against the shower wall above your head, his thrusts getting faster and deeper. 

“Yes! Give it to me Bucky! Fill me up!” you moaned loudly turning your head to look into his eyes. He looked into yours, lust running through his. “T-Tell me you l-love me, please?” tears started to form in your eyes as you both looked into each other's souls. 

“I-I love y-you.” he leaned in, kissing you deeply, pushing deep inside of you, filling you up with his cum. He pulled away and leaned his forehead agaisnt the shower wall as you both breathed heavily. “I love you bunny...” 

He pulled out of you and you both finished your shower, washing and kissing each others body. You turned off the shower and stepped out handing him a towel while you wrap yourself in one. Following him out of the bathroom, you walked to your closet putting on a pair of biker shorts and a long shirt. Bucky put on his boxers, sitting on the bed looking at you. You walked over to him standing between his legs, running your hands through his hair, “You didnt have to tell me you loved me. It was the heat of the moment and I...” 

He cut you off, “I do love you, I just wish I could be the man you had before.” he rubbed your hips under your shirt.

“I love you Bucky...” you kissed the top of his head, resting your head on his. “I got you something, you dont have to wear it, i just want you to have it.” you reached in your nightstand and took out a box handing it to him. He put his vibranium arm around your waist and opened the box seeing a wedding band. “This isn't your exact wedding ring, but its similar and I want you to have it. I want you to know that you arent doing this for me, but you are doing this for yourself, to be a better person. Like I said, I will be here waiting for you when you are ready.” you hugged his neck as you felt a wet spot on your shirt from him crying. 

“T-Thank you.” he hugged your waist as you both stood there in silence, savoring the last moments you will have together until he comes back, not knowing how long that would be. 

...

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Characters

Chris Evans

Jake Wyler

Johnny storm

Harvard hottie

Nick Gant

Colin shea

Steve Rogers

Nick Vaughan

Frank Adler

Ari Lavinson

Ransom Drysdale

Lloyd Hansen

Sebastian Stan

Chase Collins

Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Max

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• Having an affair with Andy Barber

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

summary: Yn is a law student while dating Ransom Drysdale, what will happen when Ransom is being arrested for physically abusing yn plus attempted murder by his grandfather, will yn ever find love ? Will she be afraid of loving again, will yn find love working at a law office Where Andy Barber works at

• Broken heart

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

summary: Yn and Andy barber were friends since middle school they did everything together until andy ask yn out on a date in high schoolThey both were in love everyone was jealous of their relationship more the popular girls in school but what will happen when yn enter Andy's room to see him and Laurie naked in the bed, years later they both got invited to the reunion where they see each other again, what will happen when Andy try to get back with her, when yn doesn't want anything with him again

the assistant

Happiness

New parents

The other women

The proposal

Buddy

Love in the air

Emotional

Lust on web

Captain

Stalker

hike fun

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Ghosts

Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character

Summary: Desperate for connection after Endgame, Bucky seeks out someone from his past to see if his intimate memories of her are real.

Warnings: Sexual Flashbacks, Face Holding, Kissing, Crying, Angst, Magic, Touch Starvation, Bucky Working Through His Trauma

Part 1

Part 2

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Celebrating my 100th post!!

Thank you everyone for the support of liking the one-shots I make! I know I am inconsistent with my posting but I am full time college student.

it's a well known fact.

To my sexy lover and friends, you choose the next post.

But to get into the groove of things, I want to finish writing where I left off. This post doesn't mean I'm not going to finish the other ones, I'm just letting you guys choose the next one.

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1. Blind p.2 ↠ Bucky Barnes

-Read Blind first before selecting this! (If you haven't)

"Roles has reversed on the best friends. Monday morning Bucky starts on trying to get his best friend back but someone has caught her eye."

2. BM 2 ↠ Chris Evans

-Read BM first before selecting this! (If you haven't)

"I mean who going to believe a man when he say he wants you but he’s supposed to be getting married?"

3. In-love with a stripper ↠ Chris Hemsworth

-New

"Mr. Hemsworth is the big man in the office with his personal assistant. Both with arranged relationships they don't want to be in, Chris and Niara (Knee-are-rah) has their relationship as a secret. With her double life of being a stripper; which is how they met."

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Thank you once again for all your support from the past til now! I am grateful that you guys like my post!! Much Love <3

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Bucky Barnes Fics

⭐New Beginning - Bucky x OC (Completed)

What if Bucky Barnes falls in love with the daughter of one of his victims? Will she forgive him and change his life for the better? Or will she break his heart and convince him that he doesn't belong in this world anymore.

⭐The Distance - Bucky x OC (In Progress) - Sequel to New Beginning

Bucky thought he was finally living the dream. He was about to be married to his soulmate when the unthinkable happened. Instead of living the life he wanted he is forced to deal with grief the likes of which he had never experienced before. But the earth is at war with the Kree and Bucky will have to deal with his grief while battling to save earth. The battle brought him to places in the universe he had never been before and to situations he never thought he would face. Will he survive everything and successfully reunite with the love of his life? Or will he lose it all in the final battle?

Sebastian Stan Fics

⭐Always You - Sebastian Stan x Female Reader (Completed)

Best friends for twenty years, Sebastian Stan and female reader have been in love with each other since they first laid eyes on each other. But fate kept them apart until a sad event finally united them. Their happiness is cut short however because Sebastian is in a PR relationship with an actress. Will their relationship lasts through all the obstacles or will fate break them apart again?

⭐Love Song - Sebastian Stan x Female Reader (Completed) - Sequel to Always You

Happily ever after. At least that's what reader thought when she hit the jackpot and married his best friend who happened to be one of the most sought after actors in Hollywood. Having been in love with each other for twenty years, reader and Sebastian Stan finally tied the knot and soon after went to Europe for their honeymoon. Surprising events happened one after the other, turning their heavenly honeymoon into a honeymoon from hell. Will they survive it and return home unscathed? Or will it change their lives forever and make them question if happily ever after is real or just something out of romantic movies.

⭐Too Good To Be True - Sebastian Stan x Female Reader (New!)

She's a personal assistant to a beautiful yet obnoxius actress. She's smart, kind, patient, understanding and dilligent while the actress she works for is her total opposite. Life can't be more unfair for her. Especially since she falls in love with the actress' PR boyfriend. A Hollywood A list actor by the name of Sebastian Stan, whom she has had a crush on for so long.

One day she wakes up and finds her world upside down. By some miracle she has swapped bodies with the actress she works for.

Slowly but surely Sebastian falls in love with her too and for once life seems a lot fairer for her. But how long will the swap last? And will she ever find out who Sebastian falls in love with? Her real self inside or how she looks like outside?

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Chapter 1 Ensnared

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Summary: The Winter Soldier was cold and calculated, his power raw and brutal. Grace Landon was kind and calm, similar to gentle waves dancing on the shore. She was his mission. His target. But he would soon find out that she was all he could ever ask for; his salvation, his whole world. She held the key to his redemption, the missing piece of his desolate world. But... could his dream of having her come true? James Bucky Barnes was ready to crawl to the surface and discover the truth.

Warnings (whole series): Violence, Non-Con Abduction, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Sexual Tension, First Time, Emotional Sex, Protective Bucky, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soft Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering,Barnes Gets all the Love he deserves.

Find more chapters of the "Fading Scars" Series here ♡

Author's notes: Hello, friends!! Follow Bucky on this path of self-discovery, healing, and love. He will rise from the shadows of his past and turn into a beacon of hope and love.

The events of this story take place somewhere after "The Winter Soldier". Steve falls from the bridge and Bucky saves him. However, in my fiction, Hydra somehow manages to re-capture Bucky and trigger the Winter Soldier in him.

The plot will flow according to my interpretations of the story. I won’t follow canon events and use my own ideas to create an engaging and sizzling romance. Content warnings will be added when needed.

Happy reading, Aikaterini ♡

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The room was cold, seeping into his bones. A solitary light flickered in the distant corner, casting eerie shadows as the low thrum of machines buzzed incessantly in his ears. His hands, clenched into fists, gripped the cold metal bars that restrained him. He bit down on the retainer between his lips, a silent testament to his resolve.

Above him, a dome of gleaming metal stretched like a dome, its cylindrical rods encircling him with an unsettling grace. Bolts of lightning came from the rods, igniting a frenzied tempo in his chest. Gradually, the curved rods descended and closed around him, encompassing his head. He had gotten used to the pain, the agony. But lately, the torture had intensified beyond measure, reducing him to a mere doll.

Blinding beams of light seared through his cells, rendering him numb to all but the searing agony coursing through his brain. His hoarse screams echoed like a roar in the room. He was burning, pushed past the limit he had grown accustomed to enduring. It was endless, merciless, and above all, effective; it wiped even the most inconsequential fragments of memory from the depths of his mind.

No matter how hard he struggled to safeguard some of the memories of the past, his every effort crumbled. The early days of his military service were entirely disposed of as was the time spent with Steve, his best friend. Each time he remembered who he was, he was wiped clean again.

The lights drew back, the pressure against his temples gone.

Then everything stopped.

No questions.

No will of his own.

Stars erupted in front of his eyes, his stomach writhing under the onslaught of pain. He did nothing. He stayed strapped and mute; obedient just as they had programmed him to act. His world stood empty, a desolate landscape with no colors. And his heart felt void and poisoned.

And then, came the words.

Longing Rusted Seventeen Daybreak Furnace Nine Benign Homecoming One Freight car

Uttered in Russian, the heavy code phrases triggered his brain, complete submission washing over his entire being. His mind was rewritten by his enemies, it did not belong to himself but to a shadow of a man; a cruel, heartless assassin, bound by the compulsion to kill.

The Winter Soldier.

Blood-thirst coursed through his veins, a raw need to complete his every mission running through and through. The Soldier did not show fear, he did not forgive and he certainly did not spare his targets. He was an elite assassin, infused by the serum that granted him the power to infiltrate and assassinate.

And he was the best because he obeyed.

Every time.

"Soldat?"

A rough voice awoke him from his daze and he turned to face the burly man addressing at him. He was holding a red notebook, a black star etched in the middle of its cover... the cursed book. The Winter Soldier merely nodded at his words, well aware that it wasn't his place to do anything but listen and obey. Pleased, the man sealed the ominous notebook and spoke once more.

"You've got a new mission. Seize and capture. No witnesses," he said and tossed a brown envelope into his lap.

Slowly, the metal restricting him unclasped and The Winter Soldier replied, "Ready to comply."

Walking on shaky legs, the Soldier entered his cell where he was prepared for the task. More leather straps were added across his chest, constricting him over his vest. With deft precision, he secured blades and ammunition, concealing extras within his boots. Two guns were holstered at his sides and he was finally ready.

Once he was left alone, he opened the envelope he was handed and studied its contents. He usually didn't need more than a few minutes to study his mission and devise a strategy. Yet, as he glanced at the scattered papers, his gaze fell upon a certain photograph and the name of his target.

Grace Landon.

His cold blue eyes drifted to the woman's face, lingering on her warm, caramel hair and the depths of her hazel eyes. He memorized everything about her; her name, her age, her childhood, all the way to her daily routine. During the last two months, she had been working at a small bakery in California. And from what was included in the file, she and followed the same pattern every day—work then back home and repeat.

Browsing through her medical files, the Soldier found out she had a fragile constitution. She was weak and asthmatic since birth. Her records also mentioned that she was heavily traumatized and that the slightest exposure to violence led to panic attacks.

She was an easy target. Something unusual in his field of practice.

A sharp kick at the door notified him that his time was up. Clasping the documents in a viselike grip, he headed out. A sharp pain caused him to sidestep and lean against the was. The ache jabbed his skull, feeling as if tiny needles pricked at his nerves. There was so much he had to recall. But the Winter Soldier didn't let him win. He brought him back to his mission, killing his real self, killing James Bucky Barnes.

The assassin prevailed, grasping control of the situation. Wearing the cold mask of a killer, he exited the secret compound and rode his bike, dead-set to fulfill his mission—the mission that, unbeknownst to him, held the power to irrevocably alter the course of his existence.

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Grace murmured a happy tone as she conducted the usual check before leaving the bakery. She made sure that everything was sparkly clean and that the pastries and desserts were ready for tomorrow, meticulously stored and safely refrigerated. She had also come up with a new menu concept for the shop which she was going to share with her boss tomorrow.

As she peeled off her apron, she exchanged the usual goodbyes with her coworkers then headed out with a carefree smile. It was way past 10 and she couldn't wait to go home, cook a delicious meal, and lay lazily on the couch for the remainder of the night while watching TV.

The night's oppressive darkness spurred her to hasten her pace, street lamps illuminating her form with a warm glow. She caught the next bus and got off a few stops later, walking along a pebbled road. She passed through the bustling main street, then veered into a long, shadowed alley, a mere five-minute walk from her apartment.

It was awfully quiet that night and the unsettling silence awakened goosebumps on her skin. She had that awful feeling that someone had eyes on her. The sinister awareness disquieted her. A surge of instinct propelled her forward, the quickening rhythm of her steps halting abruptly with a thin scream.

A cat saw fit to leap in front of her, a thin purr reverberating from her furry chest.

Grace breathed in relief and rubbed a palm over her beating heart. She rushed ahead, swiftly crossing the next two blocks. Her fingers fumbled within her purse, grasping for her keys. Another sound caught her attention, it was supremely faint and she soon realized it. And from the dark silhouette lurking in the shadows. A man. She could feel the darkness and danger he emanated.

Without a second thought, she thrust her feet, speeding away. But she didn't make more than two steps. He lunged at her, his grip clamping onto her shoulder. Whoever that man was, he didn't appear human. She screamed but a large palm slapped over her mouth, and a metal— a metal arm curled around her neck.

A metal arm...

He was working for them; Hydra.

She thrashed and panted, cold sweat running down her temples.

A light kick at the back of her knee and she lost her balance, her back colliding with the ground. Her breath hitched, pain spreading through her. Her gaze was forced skyward, at the towering silhouette looming above her. She couldn't see his face clearly. A mask was fitted over his mouth and nose, revealing a pair of crystalline eyes gleaming in the night, an enigma within an enigma. He was clad in black from head to toe, with leather buckles and belts encompassing his chest.

She struggled against her captor's restraint but he yanked her up as if she weighed nothing and slapped a hand over her mouth. Her muffled screams went unheard as he maneuvered her, his metal hand tightening painfully around her waist. He carried her away, her flailing and wriggling doing nothing to stop him.

Panic burned her chest and she found it hard to breathe, her lungs suffocating. She fought for air but his tight grip on her only worsened the rush of heat on her face. Tears followed, drenching her cheeks, mingling with the hand that stifled her cries. He injected her then, her energy waning to the syringe's vile contents. The grip upon her mouth loosened and she looked up at him, barely hanging on reality.

"You're with Hydra, aren't you?" She shouted with an effort that seemed to squeeze every bit of air from her lungs. "Let me go— I won't let you—"

Pretending to be in intense distress, she went limp in his arms. That caused the Soldier to momentarily loosen his grip. She waited a few moments before twisting, using her flexibility to maneuver her body and slip from his grasp. Her facade took him by surprise, especially when she, delivered her strike, her fingers jabbing into his eyes. The impact didn't hurt him but startled him enough to make him stumble back. 

She raced away, swift as a startled deer, weaving through alleyways and screaming out her lungs. But there was no one to offer comfort or aid. No faces appeared at windows or doorways. Her echoing footsteps and hoarse yells turned into a symphony of isolation. What had he done? And then, as if answering her question, his silhouette emerged from above. He seized her, his grasp unyielding and commanding.

"No!" She let out a heart-wrenching scream. "Hydra scum! Release me! I despise them! I despise you!"

He didn't reply.

With robotic movements, he taped her mouth shut and maintained his grip on her, moving forward with unwavering purpose, his strides relentless. Dread flooded her; he had drugged, and stolen her away beneath the shroud of night. She was powerless. Cold sweat gathered at her forehead as the chokehold of terror constricted her ability to speak.

Swallowing the ache that worked its way into her throat, she attempted to beg the masked devil, appeal to his sensitivity, if there ever was one. But in truth, she was merely whispering as if speaking in her sleep. Because with every passing second, she was drifting into the darkness, the drug making her numb and dizzy.

In the end, the tears dried, her eyelids closing, succumbing to the darkness.

She was unconscious, ensnared by The Winter Soldier.

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Grace opened her eyes, reluctantly welcoming the world around her. Her head was pounding, a searing pain hitting the base of her skull. She was lying down, she noticed, in a dark and cold room. Memories of zoning in and out of consciousness flashed through her mind. A stranger had given her water, then injected something into her veins, forcing her back into sleep.

As she looked around, she couldn't miss the red dot flashing at the upper corner, a camera was keeping track of her. She was trapped in a small, sparsely furnished room with just a bed and a tiny bathroom. Grace noticed that the camera couldn't peer into the bathroom. An old bulb hung from the ceiling, its light trembling, fading.

There were no windows, no way out; only metal walls surrounding her.

As her memories cleared, terror ran through her at the thought of the man in black, with inhuman eyes and impossible strength. She could still feel the soreness, a bruise forming from where the metal hand had squeezed her waist. Despite her growing awareness, she still felt exhausted and weak.

Her eyes swept across the dimly lit room until she spotted her captor seated in the far corner of the room, his massive figure cloaked in shadows. Her body jolted from the bed, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. It was him. The masked captor. He was barely visible from the shadows but she noticed he wasn't wearing a mask. The air charged with his energy. He remained unflinching, like a statue carved from marble, one hand outstretched right next to his gun on the table.

Grace wished she could hurt him with her stare. He had caused all this ordeal. He had manhandled her, drugged her, and imprisoned her in this wretched place. Oh, how she hated Hydra. Anger surged within her, and at the same time, her eyes couldn't stop studying him, searching even the slightest clue in the blue depths of his eyes. What had they done to him to make him so inhuman?

Allowing a rush of adrenaline to empower her, Grace crawled from her spot on the bed, her legs unsteady. Hindered by the drugs, she stumbled, her balance faltering. She tried to re-orient herself but lost her balance. Yet, before she could hit the ground, a pair of arms wrapped around her sore waist. She hissed and he immediately altered his grip before scooping her in his arms.

She wiggled and yelled, terrified to the bone. He ignored her, again and lowered her onto the bed, studying her condition. Seizing the opportunity, Grace examined him just as closely. He was large, towering over her by at least two heads, his build muscular and commanding attention. Defined cheekbones framed his face, and a couple of days' worth of stubble covered his jaw. His hair was long, a tousled mane of dark brown waves, framing his face in an artful disarray.

And his eyes... his eyes were a surreal shade of deep, smoky blue that seemed to hold countless pain within. Despite his cold demeanor, she sensed an underlying loneliness hiding in his irises. Aware of her scrutiny, she scrambled back and retreated to the far corner of the bed. She refused to let her thoughts take such a turn toward the man who had treated her harshly.

"Who are you?" she asked, hugging her legs to her chest.

Again no answer came.

"They are using you, aren't they?" She tried again. "Do you even know they're taking advantage of you?"

She sighed at the silence. "Perhaps you're in a worse spot than I."

"Why are you doing this to me?" She chucked. "Apologies, I forgot. Hydra likes its victims mute and easy to suppress, right? I suppose you're in poor fate as well."

Her words seemed to stir him from his reverie, whether for better or worse. He moved one knee, advancing on the bed and adjusting his posture to match her height. She winched when he leaned in as close to her as he could. An unreadable expression was painted on his face, one that melted away as their eyes locked.

Grace fell victim to his impossibly blue eyes — eyes as blue and clear as the open sky. A desire to resist, to shout, surged within her, yet her body remained unresponsive to her commands. Instead, an intimate unease gripped her, suppressing the fear.

"I've done nothing to harm you. Why subject me to this?" she told him, stunned by her own bravery.

Once more, he remained silent, though his eyes narrowed, slight wrinkles forming at their corners. The first genuine flicker of emotion surfaced, a mix of confusion and distress. She couldn't understand what he was going through. Not even the Soldier himself was aware that Bucky Barnes was struggling to reach the surface.

"Don't fight back," said a husky baritone, the voice of Bucky Barnes resurfacing from his deep sleep.

Her heart slammed in her chest. "Wh... Why?"

"Do as you're told. Submit."

"Submit? To Hydra?" She scowled. "Never."

"Listen here—"

"No. I don't trust you," Grace said in one breath.

He took in the sight of her and exhaled. "Do you think this a game? A dream?"

"I wish it were," she replied, grief in her tone. "Please release me. There's still time—"

"No."

The moment he voiced his reply, he recoiled, distancing himself abruptly. A second later, the door swung open, and two armed men eased inside. Grace ran to the corner of the room, it was futile, she knew, but she couldn't stay still. The men approached her and she bent to her knees, begging. But what was she even doing? She had lost the game. She would never receive help from anyone in Hydra.

She was grabbed by the elbows, strong hands holding her in place. They hauled he to her feet and forced her to walk into corridors surrounded by gray walls, accented with metal in places. They were so many, it was like a maze. Considering the constant whirring of the ventilation system, Grace was certain of it now, she was held in an underground compound.

When the procession halted, they abandoned her in a dark room. The lights turned on and her stare darted on a chilling sight. The room was yet another prison, engulfed by metal bars. It was dominated by computers, with a chair at its center adorned with leather straps and metallic restraints. Above the chair, loomed a thick cylindrical structure that emitted a low, ominous hum. People in lab coats entered, pacing around, entirely ignorant of her, fully focused on whatever their task was.

"Feigning bravery is futile, Gracie. You can't escape."

Grace faltered at the nickname and the disturbingly familiar voice. In stunned disbelief, her gaze fell upon the man easing inside. Dressed immaculately in a sharp suit, he was focused intently on his tablet. Her chin quivered, her voice faltering as she summoned the strength to utter his name.

"Silas."

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Memories | Bucky Barnes

Twelve

Bucky Barnes x oc

Word count 4.7k

Tags: winter soldier time, language, violence, blood, bucky remembering

A/N; it's time for THAT scene from tws - quick disclaimer I am currently writing a few more chapters in the fourties’ that will take place before this and will update the masterlist appropriately

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We return to the hospital in hoodies to get the drive that was stashed in the vending machine and find it missing and Natasha standing being us.

Steve, too wound up to act like himself pushes Natasha into a nearby room, demanding "Where is it?"

"Safe."

"Do better."

"Let her go," I order but Steve doesn't let up. "I said let her go."

He reluctantly lets her go with a shove and Natasha looks at me "Fury gave it to you, why?"

"What's on it?' Steve asks but her guess is as good as ours.

"I don't know."

Something in Steve's voice makes me flinch "Stop lying."

"I only act like I know everything Rogers," she says, as taken aback by him as I am. 

"Steve!" I snap. "Pull it together."

He backs off and Natasha eases up, but still, something isn't right and it's then she blurts out "I know who killed Fury." I don't dare speak, I can't, all I can do is reach for the tags around my neck as she tells us "Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists, the one's who do call him the Winter Soldier."

I turn my head away and Steve looks at me "The Winter Soldier project- it still exists?"

"No!" I grit out and they both stare at me with the same caution they'd give a wild animal. "The Winter Soldier project died when I did."

Natasha blinks at me, blindsided. "You know about the Winter Soldier?"

I begin hyperventilating, tears in my eyes as I stumble across the room until I hit the wall, pressing my forehead against its cold surface and slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the tearful gasps that try to escape me.

"Ada," Steve says cautiously. "What do you know?"

I can't bear to look at him, I can't. I told him James survived the fall and that he was being tortured by Hydra, I told him about the Winter Soldier project, but never what James became.

Slowly I turn back to look at them, each of them staring at me with mixed expressions of caution as I tell them "I was its first subject. It was 1941, they injected me with the serum and tried to condition my mind, not like the red room did no, this was different." I can still hear those fucking words in my head. "Brainwashing, making and unmaking you as a person. They didn't succeed, not with me, I escaped before they could but-" 

"But what?" Steve asks, frustrated. "You need to tell us what's made you like this since Fury was shot."

I look at him, numb. "After Erksine died Zola tried to recreate the serum, any survivors of the experimentation would have been candidates for the program. But there was only one." I swallow hard, trembling, but Steve still hasn't connected the dots. "The Winter Soldier was born and died at the end of the war."

But Natasha shakes her head. "He is credited with two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years. Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot out my tires near Odessa, we lost control and went straight over a cliff." I grip his dog tags with a closed fist as she tells us "I pulled us out but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him right through me." She lifts up her shirt to show us the scar. "Soviet slug, no rifling." It's then she looks at me. "You saw him the night Fury was shot, described him right down to the metal arm."

Steve's head whips around to me and starts accusing me "You said you didn't see him!"

"I lied!" I spit out. "I lied because I thought I was going fucking crazy! Because the Winter Soldier died in 1945!"

Natasha interrupts, immediately sensing there's a good reason for me lying and holds up the hardrive to distract Steve. "She's right, he's a ghost story. I've tried going after him but it's a dead end."

Steve looks at me in a way he hasn't before, like a possible enemy, and I realise just how deeply Fury's own mistrust has dug itself in him. "Then let's find out what the ghost wants."

He walks out and Nat takes my arm, murmuring "Are you alright?"

I shake my head and there's some sort of realisation in her eye. She knows what I was doing in 1945 when I ended up in that chamber, she knows who I was looking for. Even if Steve hasn't put it together yet.

"He can't know," I whisper and watch her eyes fall on my dog tags. "He's already losing it, he can't know. He'll freeze, he won't be able to fight him if he knows."

She gives me a stiff nod. "Alright. But Ada... what you saw was real. He's real. He's alive."

And that right there, is the very fact that makes me want to die.

He's alive.

All this time he's been alive.

He's been the Winter Soldier.

All because I couldn't bring myself to kill him.

~

We use a computer in the mall, hiding in plain sight, to uncover where the file on the drive originates from. New Jersey, Wheaton. Where Steve and I undertook our training, and he was injected with the serum. After making it out of the mall thanks to Natasha's pda we're in a stolen car heading straight to New Jersey. 

I sit in the back, biting my nails and staring straight out the window, trying my damn hardest not to let myself remember back to the night I found him as they make small talk.

"Where did you learn how to steal a car.?

"Nazi Germany."

"Mmm."

"And we're borrowing so take your feet off the dash."

"Alright I have a question for you, one which you do not have to answer, I feel like if you don't answer it though you're kind of answering it-"

"What?"

"Was that your first kiss since 1945?"

It was. Just like it was my first one with Sam. But unlike me he doesn't have any guilt attached to it. My husband is alive. My husband is the Winter Soldier and killed Nick Fury.

My husband is Hydra's Fist.

Whilst I was oblivious to it.

And still I'm praying this is some demented nightmare, because I can't live with the thought of this happening because I failed him. Praying that somehow it is someone else, some other poor fucker with a metal arm. I have to pray because I can't face the truth.

After listening to them arguing Natasha asks "No one special?"

Steve scoffs "Believe it or not it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience."

Nat looks back at me, trying to keep it somewhat cheerful whilst I'm having the worst breakdown of my life. "What about Ada?"

"No," we both immediately counter and she whistles.

"That bad huh?"

"We'd probably kill each other," Steve answers for me. "She's more like the murderous little sister I never wish I had."

We were forced together from the start, but it was Bucky that brought us together and made us like a family. Him, Steve, Peggy and I. 

Now Steve and I are all that's truly left.

Or so I thought.

We arrive at the camp and for a moment I'm stuck in my seat at the sight of the worn down razor fence and buildings I never thought I'd ever see again.

Slowly I get out, walking behind Steve and Natasha, almost able to hear the sounds of the base, the gunfire from practice, the soldiers laughing, the music they'd sometimes play for us.

It's almost like a special type of torture coming back here.

"It's a dead end, no heat signatures, no signal," Natasha says as she checks out the base. "Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off."

"But why would it land here of all places?" I ask her, knowing something isn't right. "Keep looking." It's then I spot a building that shouldn't be there. "Steve, they forbid munitions storage within five hundred feet of the base right?"

"Yeah," he answers and sees what I'm looking at. "That building's in the wrong place."

Steve breaks the lock and we head inside, turning on the lights to find a Shield office, the logo right on the back wall.

"This is shield." 

"Maybe where it started," Steve says and I nod along. Peggy had something to do with this, she would have had to.

Sure enough as we venture deeper we find a wall with Peggy's photograph beside Howard's.

"There's Tony's father," Natasha says and I look upon my old friend and wonder if he regretted it. If he regretted helping me get back to Europe to search for James. I know it would have ate at him for years. 

"He was my friend," I say sadly. "A true friend. He was always there when I needed him, even if it meant flying me across the world searching for a ghost."

Sometimes I wonder what would have came of me if I never went looking for him. If I would have stayed and helped Peggy found Shield, if somehow I would have ended up with Howard. He loved me, I know that. I wish he didn't die thinking I died over there.

"Who's the girl?" she asks and I look at Steve, knowing she's the only girl he's ever loved.

"Another good friend," I answer for him as he keeps walking and finds a secret elevator behind some filing cabinets. Natasha cracks the code and we enter, heading below ground.

We find ourselves in an old computer room and Natasha says "This can't be the data point, this technology is ancient."

"You'd be surprised with what we could do with it," I tell her. "No doubt Howard's the person who put all this together."

But then we find a modern data reader connected and Natasha plugs in the hard drive. The room lights up and everything begins working again in a way that is too eerie for my liking.

Nat initiates the system and my blood boils at the face that appears on the screen, at the voice. 

"Rogers, Steven, born 1918." The camera moves to Nat. "Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna, born 1984." And finally it finds me. "Alekseeva Morgan Barnes, Adelina Viktoria, born 1922."

I stare at the screen as Nat says "It must be some type of recording."

"I am not a recording," Zola says. "I may not be the man I was when the captain took me prisoner in 1945 and the Red Widow tortured me to near death, but I am."

Steve stares in bewilderment as Nat asks "You know this thing?"

"This fucker tried to destroy me," I answer, pulling my pistol out. "He turned me into what I am. He-"

He did this to James. He created the Winter Soldier.

"Arnim Zola was a german scientist who worked for the Red Skull," Steve explains. "He's been dead for years."

"First correction I am Swiss-"

I fire a bullet into one of the computers. "Shut up."

"Second look around you, I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis, science could not save my body, my mind however, that was worth saving on 200 000 feet of data tanks. You are standing in my brain."

Natasha tells us "In Operation Paperclip after world war two, Shield recruited german scientists with strategic value."

"They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own."

"Hydra died with the Red Skull," Steve says, but then he seems the look on my face. "Ada?"

"She knows the truth," Zola reveals. "She knows all of it. Cut off one head, two shall take it's place."

I stare numbly at the screen as Steve says "Prove it."

We're shown a Hydra propaganda video, shot in the way the Nazi propaganda was, but it was clearly made after the war. Made for us.

"The new Hydra grew a beautiful parasite inside Shield. For seventy years Hydra has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war, and when history did not co-operate." For a split second in the video I see it, I see his arm. The metal arm with the red star. "History was changed."

"That's impossible," Nat denies. "Shield would have stopped you."

They show a newspaper clipping of Howards death. "Accidents happen." And I realise it was no accident. Howard would never have let what we fought flourish. So they killed him. "Hydra created a world so chaotic, that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, Hydra's new world order will rise."

It seems there is no getting out, no walking away from this. My work is not done. My ledger is not complete. Not until Hydra is gone for good.

"We won captain. Your deaths will amount to the same as your life, a zero-" just as Steve raises his fist I fire five shots straight into the screen, but the voice does not stop and his face merely appears on the others. 

"The Winter Soldier," I say, staring down Zola. "What did you do to him?"

Zola laughs and tells me "You know exactly what I've done. Too bad you will be too dead to see it yourself."

The doors close on us and Natasha's transmitter starts going off. "We've got a bogey, short range ballistic, thirty seconds tops."

"Who fired it?"

"Shield."

"You mean Hydra," I mutter running for the grate on the floor, Steve helping me tear it up and we jump down into it just seconds before the missile hits.

As the building collapses down on us I'm back in 1945, my mother shoving me inside the cyro chamber to preserve Hydra's weapon, whilst it all went dark.

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My eyes open to fire and smoke and Steve pulling me out of the rubble, as much as I wish it would just swallow me up.

"Come on," he says, pulling me to my feet and he lifts Nat up. "We need to go."

Just as we make our departure we see the Shield drones flying overhead and the Strike team closing in. It's clear now they don't want to take us in. 

They want us dead.

~

The next day we arrive back in Washington, and go to the only person left we trust.

The moment he opens the door his mouth falls open at the sight of us, Natasha and I bloodied and covered in ash, Steve somehow coming out better than us.

"Hey Sam," I say, still coughing up ash.

"Ada?" he asks, too bewildered to even begin to make sense of what's in front of him. "What the hell happened?"

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us," I say and look at Steve. "You're the only person we trust not to."

He opens the door for us to limp in, Steve sitting Natasha down as Sam wraps an arm around my waist to help me in, immediately checking me over for injuries.

"Are you hurt?"

"I don't know," I answer truthfully. "But I'm not dead unfortunately so there's that."

"Unfortunately?" he repeats back at me and sees the blood that still stains me from the elevator and shakes his head slowly "Who's trying to kill you?"

"Shield," I cough, ash in my lungs. "Turns out they had the bright fucking idea to recruit the scientist we spent the entire war trying to kill, and surprise, he made Shield a cover for Hydra."

"What?' he exclaims as I help myself to a glass of water. "Shields trying to kill you?"

I drown the cup and simply say "I think I'm going to need something stronger to drink."

~

Natasha and I take turns in the shower and clean up, she wears civilian clothes whilst I still have my catsuit that I'd covered up with a hoodie until now. I overhear her and Steve in the bedroom, Natasha telling him it seems she just traded in the KBG for Hydra.

Meanwhile I went straight back.

"You need to take it easy," Sam says. "From what Steve told me I don't know how you guys are still alive."

"I'll take it easy when I'm dead," I say, my Russian accent slipping through. "And when Pierce and the rest of them are dead too."

He's concerned as he looks me over. "That's a change in tone from two days ago, not wanting to be what they made you to be."

"Hydra made me what I am," I tell Sam. "The Red Room trained me then gave me over to them for their experiments. I was their prisoner, their blade as they liked to put it. I woke up a year ago thinking Hydra was gone, the war won. But it's like a fucking nightmare that just won't end."

"Hey," he says moving forward and putting his hands on my shoulders. "You're safe here alright, and if there's anyone who can stop them it's you three."

"Except Hydra has a weapon of their own now to replace me," I tell him, my voice shaking. "I killed my own sister because Hydra brainwashed her and turned her into a weapon." His face changes, realising just what I've done, what they've taken from me. "Now they've done the same to him, made him the Winter Soldier." The words are bitter on my tongue, yet a newfound certainty comes with them as I look up at Sam. "I had the chance to kill him and I was too weak to do it. I'm not making that mistake again." Yet the words don't feel right, but I know I have to do it. "I'm the only person who can. It's my mess to clean up."

He lowers his voice, asking me one question "It's him, isn't it?"

The look in my eyes answers the question. Steve and Natasha walk out and Sam's voice is stiff "I made you guys breakfast, if you guys eat that sort of thing."

~

We sit around the kitchen, trying to figure out exactly who launched the missile and where to go next.

"It was Pierce," I say with no doubts. "He has the authority and from having one conversion with him he's just as fucked up as all the other fascists I've killed."

"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world."

"He's not working alone, Zola's algorithm was built into the Lumerian Star."

"So was Jasper Sitwell."

"So the real question is how do the two most wanted people kidnap a shield officer in broad daylight."

"The answer is, you don't," Sam answers and I cut him off.

"Send me in," I say, knowing who I'll be facing. "Killing politicians and agents is what I was made to do. Send me in and I'll get the job done."

"And get yourself killed in the process," Sam says, looking at me like a stranger. "What happened to wanting out, to wanting no more bloodshed."

"They started it, I'm going to finish it," I say, and make myself promise. "I'm going to finish all of it." I watch as he puts his file on the table for Steve and Natasha and shake my head at him. "No, you aren't getting involved in this."

"It's too late for that," he tells me and Steve backs me up. 

"We can't ask you to do this Sam. You got out for a good reason."

"Dude, Captain America needs my help," he says, being too good of a soldier to deny a call for help. "There's no better reason to get back in."

~

After breaking into the Fort to get Sam the Falcon suit he used on his special missions we turn out attention to the Shield officer Steve wants to interrogate. Sitwell.

Sam makes the call to him, ordering him to go around the corner into the car whilst I sit pretty in a nearby building, the laser of my sniper pointing right on his tie.

Sure enough minutes later we have him at the top of the building, Steve pushing him as he orders "Tell me about Zola's algorithm."

"Never heard of it."

With a calculated hand I pull Steve back and take his place, the officer staring at me with wide eyes as I ask "Do you know who I am?"

He nods, from the look in his eyes knowing my true reputation as the Red Widow. "Yes- yes agent Morgan."

I have him backed against the edge of the roof top, one push is all it would take. 

"Do you know I tortured Zola so severely when we captured him he was hospitalised for six months?" I ask and he nods again, terrified. "So tell me what we want to know."

"Or what?" he asks with more courage than I anticipated. "You'll throw me off the roof?"

I tilt my head at him and brandish a knife, tossing up between that and his suggestion. "Hmm, I think I will."

With a single kick he plummets down screaming, only for Sam to fly him back up, but the damage has been done as he's dropped in front of us. I only need to take one step forward before he starts talking.

"Zola's algorithm is a program for choosing Insights targets!"

"Which target?" Steve asks.

"You!" he yells out and we still. "The Tv anchor in Cairo, the undersecretary of defence, a highschool validictorian in Iowa city, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange... anyone who's a threat to Hydra. Now or in the future."

"In the future?' Steve questions. "How could it know?"

Sitwell starts laughing. "How could it not? The twenty first century is a digital book. Zola taught Hydra how to read it." It's moments like these I wish I was there, wish Howard was still here so I could scream at him and Peggy for letting this happen. For letting everything we did be for nothing. "Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, emails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola's algorithm evaluates peoples past to predict their future."

I step forward and ask him "Tell me, how does my past predict what I'm going to do to you in the next minute?" He turns pale and Steve has to stop me.

"And what then?"

It's then Sitwell realises "Oh my god, Pierce is going to kill me."

"Not before I do," I spit, grabbing him and throwing him to the ground as Steve stands over me. "What happens then!"

"Then the Insight helecarriers scratch people off the list... a few million at the time."

"A program for a calculated genocide," I breathe. "Anyone who would resist." I could almost laugh. "Back in my day they had gulags for that. Not even getting your hands bloody while you sit protected by security." I lift him back up and bring him back over to the edge of the rooftop.

"Wait," Natasha says. "Bring him with us, we'll need him to get past the security checks."

~

I sit in the front seat with Sam. Natasha, Steve and Sitwell are in the back. 

"Hydra doesn't like leaks."

"Shut the fuck up before I shoot you," I mutter, sick of listening to him already.

"Insights launching in sixteen hours," Nat says. "Don't you think we're cutting it a little close here?"

"I know, we'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helecarriers directly."

But it's then I catch something in the rearview, something dark and then a flash of silver. The car swerves as a metal fist comes through the glass and pulls Sitwell out of the car, breaking the glass and throwing him into traffic.

My heart stops completely as Sam is yelling out and despite the terror, despite the fear, a smile spreads across my face.

He's here.

He fires through the roof of the car and Sam breaks hard, throwing him off the roof onto the street in front of us. I watch breathless as he lands, metal fingers leaving scratches in the concrete and Natasha looks at me with one warning "Don't, it's not him-" and the next thing I know they're all screaming at me as I throw open the car door and step in front of the car.

He stands there, goggles and a mask hiding his face from me, long hair past his chin leaving him visibly unrecognisable. But I'd know him even if I was blind, even after seventy years.

I open my arms out wide, an invitation, knowing who Hydra's number one enemy is. It isn't Steve or Natasha.

It's me.

"Come on!" I yell out at him. This is my mess to suffer, not theirs. "You know who I am, if you want to fucking kill me here I am!" I'm smiling like a mad woman but I know they'll understand as I tell him "To hell and back remember?"

It's then a Strikeforce vehicle rams into the car and he charges forward, slamming me into the hood of the moving car by my throat, metal fist wrapped tight around it and I reach up, tearing off the goggles so I can look him in the eye as I bring my knee up hard between his legs and he falls forward, head slamming into the windscreen as I throw him back onto the top of the car and shoot wires out of my bracers, the cord wrapping tight around his neck as I pull hard screaming out as he reaches back to rip the steering wheel clean off and the car's thrown clean off the bridge, Steve covers Natasha and Sam as they fall but James and I are thrown into the air flying. 

I slam into the windscreen of a car down the road, lying in a heap of bloody glass as I look for them, finding them safe down the road, the shield having covered them. But it's not them he comes for. It's me.

He comes for me with a rocket launcher in hand.

Shit.

I scurry for cover, the car exploding as the rocket hits and I throw myself over bridge hit the ground running. I don't even think about looking for cover, I run like hell to get him as far away from the others as possible. They can deal with Rumlow and his soldiers, but he's all mine.

I duck down behind a car, in the review mirror catching him on the bridge above looking for me with a machine gun in hand.

"Come on baby," I breathe, chest heaving as I pull my pistols out. "Come find me."

I jump up to fire at him, provoking him into a chase which he accepts as he jumps down, landing hard on his feet and marching towards me. A smirk spreads across my face as he sets his sights on me. We're trained for efficiency, but no amount of brain washing can rid of the human sense that is curiosity. It's enough he won't blow my head off just yet.

He stands there holding his weapon, sizing me up as I smirk at him "You remember me? Don't you?" His head tilts towards me, listening. "I know what they've done to you, but I know you're still there." Even in my sisters eyes at the very last moment I saw it as she begged me to do it. "What's my name?"

He raises his rifle, pointing it at me, but doesn't fire.

"Adelina," I say, daring to step forward towards him. "Do you know your name?" He's utterly silent and I lower my pistol, trying to show him I'm not a threat. "James Barnes. Your name is James Bucky Barnes."

I let out a breath of relief as he slowly begins to lower his rifle and I throw my pistol to the ground. Primal instinct is stronger than the mind, and if I'm not a threat then I have a chance. He hasn't kill me yet, if he were truly gone I'd be dead.

It's then he repeats back at me "Ada?"

I nod, tears in my eyes and breathe "You know me." Each step I take towards him could easily be one step closer to my death but I don't care. Not when he's right here. "James-"

But it's then we're surrounded by Hydra, half a dozen trucks and dozens more soldiers with semi automatic weapons, aimed at us both. Standing in front of him right now, I know in my heart if I'm about to die it will be worth it having touched him one last time. He watches me like a predator watching its prey as I reach out to pull away the mask and I can't help the soft gasp that leaves my lips at the sight of him after all this time. And making my peace with death I bring my hand to his cheek, running my thumb over the stubble and watching as his eyes close at my touch. 

It's then I hear the order "Take Rogers, Romanoff and Wilson to Shield headquarters. The Red Widow is coming with us."

"Remember me," I whisper and I don't fight as I'm restrained and handcuffed, eyes only on him as I'm thrown into the back of one of the trucks whilst he stands there frozen in time. 

They might be dragging me to hell, but I'll be going there with him.

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Figure My Heart Out - Chapter 7

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Bucky Barnes x Black Original Female Character

Chanel, Sam, Bucky, and Zemo are on their way to Madripoor. What can go wrong on a private jet?

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[spinningintheshadows]

Missing You — A Bucky Barnes Series

“You’ll be missing out and we’ll be missing you” - “Missing You” by All Time Low

or the ten times James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes visited his mothers grave.

Post TFATWS Stepdad!Bucky x Wife!OFC (Elizabeth “Elsie” Moran Barnes)

coming soon

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Chapter 25

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes ddlg themes (always forced age regression) abdl themes, graphic violence,some smut, swearing, cannibalism, amputation . If I left anything out, let me know.

Sebastian’s POV

“I want you and Bunny to move in.” I looked him straight in the eyes, hopeful he’ll say yes. I didn’t have any need to worry. Right away he said yes. I smiled, grabbed the hair at the back of his head, pulled him in closer for a passionate kiss. My tongue invaded his mouth and entwined with his. Our hands roamed across each other’s bodies grabbing and caressing. Things were about to get steamy until a little voice broke us apart. “Daddy? Dada?” Jessica said, rubbing her tiny fists on her eye. “Hey there sleepy head, come over here, we need to talk to you about something.” I said. Sleepily she walked over and shimmed herself onto the couch, sitting right in between us. Little cockblocker.

I took her right hand in mine whilst Chris took her left hand. I gave it a reassuring rub. “Honey, Dada, and I have some exciting news. Dada is going to move in with us.” Even though she was still pretty sleepy, she managed to show a little bit of excitement. Chris continued “That means that Bunny will also be moving in with us.” She turned her head and gave him a confusing look “why?” We both chuckled “Because silly, she’s our other little girl. She needs somewhere to sleep and live.” Chris explained. She frowned “But I’m your little girl.” Her eyes started to water. To save her from crying, Chris quickly explained “Well Bunny is our little girl, but she’s more of a big girl. You’re our only little girl, you’re our baby.” She seemed content with the statement and as if by magic, the tears disappeared.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I continued “There will be major changes happening tomorrow, we’ll have new rules for the both of you to follow. Bad behaviour will not be tolerated. There will be consequences for your actions. But we know that you’ll be our best little girl and will not break any rules. If you do, you won’t get any rewards.” She nodded in agreement. She leaned her head onto my arm. “Daddy, can I go back to sleep?” “Of course, you can pumpkin.” And with that, I carried her back to our house and placed her down into her crib.

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The morning sun shone through the living room windows. Today was going to be a big day for our family. Everything had to go perfectly. Which is why Chris, and I were up pretty much all night coming up with the new rules for our littles. It wasn’t as easy as we thought, I knew Jessica would follow the rules, but Bunny would definitely find some of them tough. Sitting down at the table, I sleepily sipped on my coffee. Chris had been periodically bringing his and Bunny’s belongings over throughout the morning. Everything was set, now we just had to wait for the little ones to wake up.

Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long for Chris and Bunny to come bursting through the front door. Chris looking like an overpacked mule, arms filled with stuffies and toys, tried to keep a bouncing and excited Bunny in his hand. As soon as Bunny saw me, she let out a loud squeal and ran towards me. I opened my arms, ready to be ploughed into by her. “Oof! Hey there hunny Bunny, you gotta be quiet, ok? Jessica is still asleep.” I said keeping my voice stern but also soft. “Oh ok. I sorry Dada.” “It’s ok little one, why don’t you play with some of your toys.” I said patting her head. “She’s still asleep?” Asked Chris. “She’s normally up at the crack of dawn.” “Yeah, hopefully everything’s okay. I’ll go check on her.”

I tried to be as quiet as I could entering her room, but there was nothing I could do about the clunk of her lock. A snore that rumbled out from underneath a mountain of blankets told me I had nothing to worry about. She always liked to be all cozy and warm. I gently shook her awake “Good morning baby, it’s time to wake up.” She let out a little groan. It wasn’t enough to wake her up. “Oh no. Looks like I have a sleepy girl, and you know who loves sleepy girls? The tickle monster.” I exclaimed. My fingers dug into her soft sides, a squeak turned into a series of giggles that filled the room. Definitely the second best way to wake her up. After changing her, I carried her into the living room. This could either be chaotic or very stress free. I was hoping for the latter.

I placed her down on the floor next to Bunny, without hesitation she grabbed one of Bunny’s toys and started to play with her. I sighed in relief and plopped down on the couch to watch the pair play. Chris grabbed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. We let them play for a while until it was time to tell them the new rules. Chris grabbed the reward chart and new rules list from the fridge. We carefully and thoroughly went through each rule, making sure they fully understood them. We explained the consequences for bad behaviour and rewards for good behaviour. Both girls nodded in agreement and with that came our first test. Breakfast.

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We sat the girls down in the designated chairs, Jessica getting the highchair whilst Bunny got a booster seat. Both girls strapped in and no way to get out. Chris had made an amazing breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs and honey glazed bacon, with strawberries, and grapes on the side. I placed the food in front of them and got a chorus of thank yous. Jessica dove right in, seeing as she little she didn’t need cutlery meanwhile Bunny had her silicone fork and spoon. Both myself and Chris sat down with them and enjoyed the little happy eating noises from Jessica. Bunny however was looking at her plate and slowly eating the fruit. She looked up at Jessica who just started to suck and nibble on her bacon. “Hmmm nice bacon Dada. Who’s this?” She asked. In that moment, Bunny’s eyes went wide and her face paled. “You’re welcome hunny, so happy you’re enjoying her. Hmm let’s see, that would be Nicole. She was extra plump.” Chris explained. I nodded in agreement “Very plump. The honey was a nice touch. Just the right amount of sweetness.”

I looked over and noticed Bunny’s shocked expression. “What’s the matter Bunny? Remember rule number 2. All food given must be completely eaten. No excuses.” Jessica gasped and sat up a little in her chair “Can, can I have Bunny’s if she no eats it. It’s really good.” “I’m afraid not baby, Bunny has to learn the rules.” I explained. Saddened by the news, Jessica plopped down on her chair with a squelch. Looks like a change will be needed soon. Bunny ate the rest of the breakfast leaving the bacon aside. “Daddy, I’m full!” She claimed. “That’s okay Bunny, why don’t you go a play with your toys.” Chris said whilst helping her out of her seat. I got Jessica out of her chair and went to go clean her up. I have no idea how she gets so messy. Once all cleaned up and a fresh diaper change, the girls went back to playing. Bunny was mumbling something to Jessica, but I couldn’t clearly make out what was said. I stood behind Chris as he washed the dishes and slide my hands around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He leaned down and kissed my hand. I released my hands from him and grabbed the marker from the counter and placed a big x next to breakfast under Bunny’s name.

The rest of the morning went smoothly. Jessica went down for a morning nap and Bunny did some arts and crafts with me and Chris. Bunny was all full of chatter, giving lots of affection and being playful, it felt like the good old times. I sat back on my chair and watched as Bunny was giggling and playfully putting paint all over Chris. It was a beautiful sight to see. A buzzing from my phone alerted me to Jessica’s baby monitor. She was up. I stood up and kissed a messy Chris on the side of his face and went to get our little girl.

Once situated on my hip we reappeared in the living room. Bunny was on Chris’s lap and the two were clearly starting to have some fun of their own. Chris kissed Bunny and smeared paint across her face. I was about to clear my throat when Jessica shouted, “Hi Dada.” Chris unlocked his lips from Bunny’s and leaned his head back “Hi Baby, did you have a good nap?” She nodded her little head and turned herself more in towards me. Immediately her hand went straight to her mouth. “No, no baby, that’s yucky.” Before she could completely slobber all over it, I took it out and replaced it with a pacifier. I put her down in her highchair just as Chris was picking up Bunny. “I think we need to get cleaned up. We got a little messy.” He said. I nodded and as by habit immediately noticed his hard cock through his sweatpants. He took her back to our room continuing to kiss her. Moans and giggles filled the hallway. The bedroom door closed, and it was silent.

Jessica watched the whole interaction. When the door closed, she looked back at me with a sadden look on her face. “Right little princess, what would you like to do? We can colour or play with some toys.” Very quietly she asked “beach?” I gave her a stern look. It was the first day and she was already pushing the limits. I was about to say no when a familiar sound came from our room. Her head turned towards it. I sighed “ok little one, let’s go to the beach.” I was expecting a squeal or something to indicate that she was happy about going. But she very quietly got ready and waited for me by the door. I wrote Chris a note to let him know where we were and headed down to the beach.

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Once down at the beach, Jessica’s mood picked up. We made the biggest sandcastle ever. It was honestly a work of art. Bunny and Chris joined us a little bit later and brought a picnic. Another food test. Bunny and Jessica played together whilst we set everything out. I was slightly annoyed at Chris for his morning actions and had to let him know. I nudged him to get his attention “You could have waited until Jessica was down for her nap.” He gave me a puzzled look. I continued “She was upset. It’s the first day Chris, you could have waited.” I said sternly. “Sorry babe, things just got a little bit out of hand. I’ll make it up to her…” His apology was cut short by the sound of wails and thumps. We looked over and were shocked by the sight in front of us. Jessica was on top of Bunny, crying and hitting her. Bunny tried to push her off, but Jessica had hold of her hair. We ran over to pull the girls apart. After much tugging and pulling we got them separated, only for Jessica to kick out at Bunny with her prosthetic leg.

I yanked Jessica back by the collar of her T-shirt and spun her around to face me, my hands slammed down on her shoulders holding her tight. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yelled. She only cried and tried to squirm free of my grip. “What the fuck Jessica?” Tears and snot covered her face. But she wouldn’t say anything, I shook her and she half-heartedly pointed toward her sandcastle. I glanced over and saw what had happened. I sighed and lowered my head. My sympathy went out the window when she kicked me in the shin. “Fucking bitch.” I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her up to our house. I harshly flung her into her room and locked the door.

Jessica’s POV

I lay there on the floor, rubbing my red and sore arm. My tears were now sobs. I wiped the snot off of my face using the bottom of my T-shirt. I could hear Daddy and Dada outside in the living room. They were making sure she was ok. She started it. She destroyed mine and Daddy’s sandcastle. She did it on purpose too.

As I lay there, hearing their concern over her it made me more and more angry. That’s when it was decided, Bunny had to die.

Chapter 26

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[blackjackmagi83]

You Are My Heaven (3) - His Promise

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Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader

Summary: It's been 6 painful years since the tragedy of losing Bucky. But is he truly gone? How will you feel if he returned like he had promised all those years ago?

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Note: For now this is the last part but if requested I can add on to this little series!

Hope you enjoy!

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“Make sure you come back to me, Bucky.” 

“I will. I promise.” 

But he never did.

It’s been six years since that magical night together. You can remember it as if it happened yesterday, even after all these years. It was one of the few memories you couldn’t let go of. The beginning started off as good as it could’ve went being long distance in the middle of a war. You wrote back and forth for a solid year until one day the letters stopped coming. It made you fear the worst but you never received a certified letter or heard from his family. It gave you false hope but you were determined to hold on to the possibility that he was ok if not merely injured and in recovery.

But that day eventually came.

Your eyes fell to the hat displayed on the fireplace mantel, his letters neatly stacked and tied together with a piece of string, besides your favorite framed picture. His mother had given his hat to you once all his stuff was shipped home along with the heart wrenching letter sent from his superiors.  

There was a thickness to the air today, a feeling of dread was deep in your chest. It made your mind race with possibilities but was cut short from a knock at the door. Upon opening it stood Mrs. Barnes, her back turned towards you.

Somethings wrong..

“Mrs. Barnes, I wasn’t expecting y-”

Her face had said it all when she turned to face you. In her hands held his hat and a crinkled letter. She pushed the items towards you, barely holding herself together, “H-He’s - I’m so sorry Y/N. He w-would have wanted you to have this.” 

You hesitantly opened the letter. You didn’t want to read it. Didn’t want to believe the words written beneath your hands. 

“Dear Mrs. Barnes and family,

We are deeply sorry to inform you that James Buchanan Barnes has been lost to battle. A medal of honor will be given in his name for his effort and bravery. His uniform and belongings will be sent to your home once they are gathered. Unfortunately his body was never recovered in which we are unable to send any remains for burial or cremation. We send our deepest condolences on your loss. 

     -Commander Philips

Your hand covered your mouth in attempts to hold your sobs in but failed miserably, leaning against the door for support,  “No - H-He can’t be. He can’t be-”

Mrs. Barnes collapsed against the wooden floor, her hand holding on to his dog tags that now sat around her neck, “Oh god my boy is gone! My boy..He’s gone…” 

You followed suit of her, holding onto each other as you sobbed. You never knew you could feel so much pain before. Even your father’s death didn’t compare to this. At least you spent most of your life with him while Bucky never was able to give you that opportunity. 

The memories of that time were still agonizing to this day. It hasn’t gotten easier even with the passing years. You just couldn’t bear to part with him. Maria couldn’t even take your mind away from him. Nothing could.

You barely heard the phone ring, your mind had muted everything around you as you sat against the plush cushions of the couch. The cigarette sat between your fingers, letting the burning ash fall to the floor. His letters scattered in your lap, partially opened and read. Your tears were staining a few of the pages, smearing the ink but you were too numb to move them back to their place along the mantel. Your eyes didn’t move from the framed picture that rested besides the wool and leather rimmed hat. It was the two of you from the day he left before he got on the bus. It was your last kiss, last hug, last everything. You could still hear his  words playing through your head.

“I’ll be home before you know it. I promise. I love you."

Subconsciously growing tired of the ringing, your free hand picked up the handle, the metal feeling as if it was burning against your skin. They had grown numb from lack of movement, the sudden sensation awakening the nerves throughout it.

“Hello?” Your voice was broken from lack of use and cigarette smoke.

“Y/N you sound horrible.” 

You brought the cigarette to your lips, filling your lungs with warmth, watching the smoke haze up the image as you exhaled. The feeling was the closest feeling to the warmth he used to give you, “That’s what happens when you smoke and cry all day. It fucks you up a bit.” 

You felt irritated by her voice. What did she expect? You were grieving, of course you were going to sound miserable.

“Honey…I thought you couldn’t stand cigarettes after your father-”

You cut her off growing further irritated, “Yes I can’t stand them but it’s the only thing that doesn’t make me black out. It helps give me something to feel. I’m tired of being numb. I want to feel him again. I want to feel the warmth of him, his hands, his kisses, all of it! But I will never get that back so excuse me for wanting a few damn cigarettes so I can feel something besides this misery.”

It was true. You despised cigarettes due to your father’s habit. He smoked multiple packs a day till his lungs collapsed and died. It was sudden and hard to cope with his loss. But you found the comfort he had sought for when smoking. Smoking made you develop awful anger issues though. It made your voice become scratchy, making it difficult to talk for long periods of time.  But you’d do anything to take away the memories and the depression that followed behind them. Even if it meant changing you. 

The other side of the line grew quiet for a moment, “I’m just worried about you Y/N..”

“And I just want to be left alone.”  You hung up without letting her get another word in. The cigarette fell from your hands as you brought them to your face, sobbing into your palms.   

I told you Bucky…I fucking told you..

She gave you space you desired after that. Giving you a month before making a visit to your house in an attempt to talk again. It was the only way she knew that you wouldn’t run away from the situation. 

"Y/N, this isn’t good for you. You’re smoking almost a pack a day, you look like you haven’t slept in weeks and you sound like an 80 year old man. We need to do something before we lose you too.” She pinched the bridge of her nose trying to contain her tears, “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost you Y/N. You’re family to me, a sister. Please help yourself before it’s too late. He wouldn’t want this for you.” 

She wasn’t wrong. Packs of empty cigarette cartridges and piles of ashes laid around the living room floor. The walls were becoming stained with nicotine residue. Your eyes were bloodshot and heavily bagged from lack of sleep. When you slept you dreamt of him. Of his smile, his laugh, his touch. But when you awoke the pain worsened, feeling the empty space besides you and the coldness against your skin. You felt it was better to push through the fatigue as long as you could instead of enduring another dream.

You let her pull you into her arms, your body tingling all over from being touch starved, “Everywhere I look I see him and it’s unbearable Maria. I just want him back. I want him home.”

"I know honey."

She held you closer letting you sob against her chest. For once in the recent months, you felt a little better.

You walked over to where his hat stood, pressing your forehead against the rim. 

“Please come home. Come back to me, Bucky.” You laughed humorlessly at yourself, “If only that was possible…”

You felt tears welling in your eyes, holding your hands to your chest, pressing the golden ring close to your heart. You had later found out it had been his mother’s ring sometime after he deployed, passed down from generation to generation. After his passing you tried returning it to her, feeling guilty for holding onto such a valuable keepsake that wasn't yours. But his mother refused it back, her words holding onto a place in your heart.

“He gave it to you for a reason darling. It’s yours now. Welcome to the family Y/N.”

You smiled at the memory, taking a step back and staring at the mini memorial one last time before making your way to your kitchen. It felt like time had flown by since you came home from work, the clock hanging from the wall chiming as it reached six pm. You had the record player on in the background, playing one of the many records Bucky left behind. The music relaxed you, helping you focus on the task at hand better than if it were silent.

Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone and blue as can be. Dream a little dream of me.

You hummed along to the song, beginning to prepare dinner for yourself.

“Y/N…”

You nearly cut into your finger as your body suddenly went rigid, the knife slipping from your hand. Your brain was pulling another cruel joke on you again. It had played his voice like this multiple times over the years but this time it felt real.

“Why must you be so cruel..He’s not really here..He’s gone Y/N.” You coached yourself, holding the knife steady again but you couldn’t bring yourself to move it.

“Y/N I am here..I’m right here..” His voice was right behind your ear, startling you enough to make you turn around.

There he stood before you. He looked the same but older at the same time. His hair was shorter than when you saw him last. He had a five o clock shadow growing along his face and small bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in a long time. Your eyes skimmed his body, taking note of how abnormally built he had become, his figure easily filled the doorway. Something more interesting caught your eyes though. His left arm was no longer made of flesh. It looked to be made of some sort of metal, painted fully in black with gold in the striped cracks. It glistened against the sunlight coming in from the window.

Bucky’s eyes followed yours, pausing on the arm for a few moments before looking back at you, “Y/N I can ex-”

Hearing his voice made you snap away from the arm, closing your eyes still trying to make out if this was real or not, “H-How-” You took a moment in an attempt to regain your breath, “They told me you died. I saw the letter, the dogtags. T-They said - They said your body was never recovered...” 

You heard him sigh and step towards you, “It’s a very long and painfully complicated story. It’s something I don’t want you to hear.”

You instantly take a step away from him, pressing yourself into the counter forcing the knife to fall out of your hand again. The noise made you jump in place, irritating you further, “You came back from the grave with a metal arm for fucks sake Bucky. How could I not need to hear it?” 

He sighed, pulling his hand back to his side as backed away a few steps, giving you more space. He was no longer looking at you but looking at his hands, a distant look in his eyes, “I fell off a train during one of our missions, my body was later found by the enemy. They turned me into a super soldier just like they did to Steve but different..They replaced the arm I lost from the fall with a metal one. Not this one, this one was an upgrade from a friend but anyway..They made me a monster. They brainwashed and tortured me until i had no control over myself. It's hard to remember much else and the rest is far too complicated to explain. I just know I did things I'm not proud of."

You tried to process the information as you watched him. He was so different in every way possible but he still seemed like his old self. The one you once knew. You knew deep down he wasn’t completely lost though. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumble out, slowly pushing yourself away from the counter.

He shook his head, his eyes still on his hands. He had a pained smile on his face, “There’s nothing to be sorry for doll, especially not towards me. If anyone is to be sorry it’s me.”

Your body shivered hearing the old nickname. It still had the same effect on you as it did in the beginning. You felt it would affect you forever.

Your confidence grew the closer you approached him. You felt him watching you, his eyes seeming to follow your every move. You slowly brought your hand towards the metal arm, hearing the low hum from the mechanics held within it. Bucky’s body tensed as your hand laid on the upper bicep of the arm, feeling the mild vibration it gave off.

“Does it hurt?” 

The metal fingers closed, flexing open after a couple seconds causing the plates to shift effortlessly, “Not anymore.” 

Your eyes looked up to meet his, “I’m not just talking about physical pain Bucky.”

He looked away, his eyes going distant again, “I don’t know.”

You nodded in mild understanding, your hand slowly sliding up his shoulder and neck to cup his cheek forcing him to look at you again. You felt your eyes well up with tears as you scanned his face, taking in all the new details.

“I missed you.” 

He wearily wraps his arms around your waist, getting a nod of consent, pulling you against his chest lightly, “I missed you too Y/N. You have no idea.” 

His own eyes were welling up with tears, the two of you silently crying out of shock and joy. You moved your other hand up to cup both cheeks, pulling him down to bring your lips to his. The stubble on his face sending tingles through your cheeks. It was a short kiss but it was sweet and brought back everything you missed dearly. 

“You kept the ring.” 

He sounded genuinely surprised, his hand laying over yours feeling the metal against his skin. You watched as he placed gentle kisses along your palm, his brow furrowed as if in pain. 

Oh what have they done to you my love.

He held onto you tighter as he fought internally with himself, his breath quickening as if he was beginning to have a panic attack, "I-I wasn't sure if you-"

You cut him off before he could speak the words, rubbing his cheek soothingly, “No, I never took it off once. Well, only the one time when I tried to give it back to your mother. But she said you gave it to me for a reason and refused to accept it back. So, it’s been on my finger since.” You sigh, "There's never been anyone else. Nobody but you.” 

Bucky chuckled to himself, finally looking back at you. His eyes held so much pain, darkness swirling within them, "I would've thought Maria would have tried something knowing her." 

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at her many attempts, "Oh she tried." 

"Come on Y/N! He's such a nice guy you'll like him I promise. Just give him a chance please." Maria childishly pouted, sitting on the edge of your bed as you changed.

“You said that about the last one and he sat there talking about himself the whole time. I think I’ll pass Maria.”

“What about that guy, the police officer? Jeffery? No that's not it..John? John! You said he wasn’t bad.” 

You laid next to her on the bed, sighing as you recall the mediocre date, “Another alpha male with zero romance and minimal charm. The flowers he gave me were nice at least though.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a beau who will win that stubborn heart of yours.” 

You chuckled under your breath, “Maria, I am more than happy being a single woman right now. I’ve come to terms with what happened. I want to spend my time enjoying life for now. Maybe take some time to travel.”

“Alright fine but if you're going anywhere you better take me with you. I refuse to be here by myself while you explore the world and have all the fun.”

“Wouldn't imagine it without you, even if you are annoying.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence as you laid your head against his shoulder, breathing in his scent. You could hear the low beat of his heart against your ear, the feel of his hands rubbing the skin that peaked out from your shirt affectionately. 

God, I'm so happy. Please don’t let this be a dream..

His arms tightened around you as he spoke, "Did Thomas-"

"No..He got honorably discharged. He lost his legs from stepping on a mine. He was happy when he came home but we all knew he was hiding his pain for our sake. He would never walk again, never be able to do much by himself anymore. I knew it broke him but he still smiled and continued to be himself." You paused taking a moment to swallow the tears threatening to spill, "Until our mother died. He lost himself after that. He became aggressive towards everyone, especially me. For the sake of his safety and my own, I had him placed in a vets home. From what I've been told he's happy. I see him every few months to avoid causing another episode. It's hard, I miss him terribly but it's better for him and the least I could do is be happy with that."

Besides losing Bucky, losing both your mom and brother back to back was one of the worst moments in your life. Your brother couldn't look at you without experiencing a manic episode because you were a spitting image of your mother. It was hard to cope with for a long time.

Bucky gently moved your chin upwards, "I'm so sorry Y/N. I'm sorry you had to go through everything alone." 

You smiled weakly, placing your hand over his wrist, squeezing it gently in reassurance, "I only wanted to be alone." 

"Not if I was here you wouldn't have."

The record could be heard skipping from the other room, forcing you away from him. It allowed for you to take a breath and regain yourself for a moment. Bucky follows you through the archway into the living room, observing the little trinkets you had. You removed the player's needle, replacing the record with another one, not bothering to look at the cover.

"I see you kept my records." He smiled as he ran his fingers along the row of records, taking a moment to read a few of the covers before moving on to the next item of interest.

You grew mildly irritated at his calmness to the situation. Six years he's been gone, reportedly dead and he walks into your kitchen as if it's an ordinary day. As much as you wanted to welcome him home without any questions, you needed answers. 

"James." You only used his real name when things got serious, "How are you here right now. We can't keep avoiding the question." 

He was standing in front of the memorial, his hat being held in his hands as he glanced at the photograph beside it. It took him a while to say anything, the music filling in the silence between them. 

He let out a humorless laugh, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

You crossed your arms against your chest, taking a seat in one of the arm chairs, "Try me."

He sighed, placing the hat back on its post before sitting across from you in the other chair, "Long story made very short, a purple alien named Thanos attacked earth, got his hands on magical stones, snapped his fingers leading to half the world disappearing including myself. Quite the experience. The superheroes that didn't get snapped away made a time machine and fixed what Thanos did which returned everyone back. Steve decided he wanted to come back to be with Peggy after that whole mess cleared up and asked if I wanted to try to come back as well. I said yes. Here we are."

It was a lot to register. You weren't sure how to react but even shocked couldn't describe the emotion running through you. He was right, you could barely believe him but you knew he wouldn't lie to you, "Well, I wasn't quite expecting that." 

"None of us were."

The conversation grew quiet once again, the music flowing around them keeping it from becoming too uncomfortable. You didn't meet his gaze even as he bored his eyes into you. You felt his eyes inspect you, from your face to your legs, catching on any mark he found. It was difficult not to be uncomfortable. He was much more intimidating than before, the habits from his trauma still showing. You picked up on them earlier, watching how his eyes scanned every crevice of the house, how he watched every move you made as if you would attack him. How careful and deathly silent he walked around practically becoming undetected.

"May I have this dance?" His voice was gentle, careful not to startle you again.

He was now in front of you, the metal hand held waiting patiently. You thought you’d be scared of it knowing the power behind it, the damage its dealt. But you looked at it as if it wasn’t made of metal at all. Just another part of him to grow to love.

You smiled up at him and nodded as you slid your hand into his, your hand twitching at the sensation of the metal against it. You rested your head between his neck and shoulder as his arms engulfed you safely against him once again. You felt your emotions building as you swayed to the music, heart beats syncing as one. 

I still remember every word you said. I'm not a soldier but I'm fighting. Can you hear me through the silence? I won't give up 'cause there will be a day. We'll meet again.

You smile against him as you listen to the lyrics, your body relaxing further into his. All the years of crying and gruesome pain was vanishing from within you. Everything you went through felt worth it. The man you’ve once lost, holding you close and dancing as if he’d never left.

"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" His voice flowed through your ears, sending a wave of emotions through you making your heart jolt.

That line held all your memories together. From your first meeting to your first time to now. Such a special line that made you weak every time it was said. It was the string that tied around everything. 

You couldn't hold in the tears anymore, letting them free flow down your cheeks as you caught each other's gaze, "Only you my love. Only you." 

You captured each other's lips in sweet kisses, bodies swaying to the music. Everything was whole again. 

He had kept his promise. 

He was finally home.

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Love - B.B.

summary: you and Bucky had a relationship before he was captured by HYDRA and disappeared for years. You thought he was dead, until one day when the Winter Soldier comes to kill the Avengers, what happens when he is revealed...? (reader has the same tactical training as Natasha Romanoff) 

a/n: do not repost, translate or copy my work, also gif is not mine! credit to the creator. 

warnings: fighting (reader&Bucky/Bucky&Steve/Bucky&Natasha), gun violence, mention of blood, a little fluff, betrayal(I think), I'm not sure if I'm missing anything.

“Buckyyy!” you giggled as he picked you up and carried you to his bed, laying you back down on it. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling down on for a kiss and ran your hands down his arms rubbing his biecps. He pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes as you looked up into his blue eyes. He put his flesh hand on your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb, “I love-...”

A loud crash came from the side of you both, glass shattering as the room fills with gas. Bucky quickly gets off of you pulling you up with him, you looked behind Bucky as the door was broken down and Hydra troops came in, “Bucky!!” 

You shot up out of bed breathing heavily, sweating from the nightmare that plays in your head over and over again. It’s been 45 years since Hydra captured Bucky and then pronounced him dead a few weeks after he was caught. You and Bucky were a couple but never told anyone about it. Best 4 years of your life. You sighed and laid back down in bed to sleep, and hopefully get some sleep. 

...

You, Steve, Natasha, and Sam were in the car on the way to the compound. “We are going to have to find a way to stop them from launch.” Steve said.

“You know the launch happens in about 16 hours right? And we still don't have a plan for this.” Natasha said leaning over the middle from the back seat. 

“We will think-...” Steve was cut off by a loud thud on the top of the car.

“What’s that?” you frowned a little until someone smacked the front window, causing Sam to swerve on the highway. Steve put the car in park causing the person on the roof of the car to fly off on the highway. The Soldier stood up and stared at you four in the car as you all stared back at him. His long hair blowing in the wind, mask covering his nose and mouth with goggles covering his eyes.

“What..” Steve said softly under his breath. All of a sudden, the car got rear ended by a truck caused you guys to get pushed forward on the highway towards the Soldier. He jumped over the car and grabbed onto the roof punching the front window grabbing the steering wheel and pulling it through the window, throwing it on the highway.

“What do we do?!” you yelled. The car got rear ended again causing the car to lose control. 

“Everyone jump!” Sam said as you all opened up the doors and jumped out of the car rolling on the concrete highway. You all got up as Steve grabbed his shield and you pulled your gun out of your boot. The Soldier pulled out a grenadine launcher and aimed it towards you and Natasha as you both hid behind a car as Steve pushes you both away as he shot the grenadine towards Steve, having it blocked with his shield which caused him to get shot off the bridge and crash into a bus of people. Back to you and Natasha, you were hiding behind a car as they were shooting at the both of you. You stood up and shot back at them then ducked back down for cover.

“Who is that?!” you looked at her.

“I don't know and I don't want to stick around to find out. Grab your zipline we are jumping.” She pulled out her tactical zip line and shot it over the edge and jumped off landed on the street and almost getting hit as you followed suit. You both started running down the street and the Solider stood on the overpass waiting for you both to run under the bridge. As you approached the end of the bridge you saw his shadow and you both stopped pulling out your guns. You motioned of her to run as you came out and shot up at the Solider. He backed up and ducked down as he pulled off his goggles that were now cracked. You both started to run down the street with her. He stood up and watched you both run down the street.

“У меня они есть. Найти его.” he jumped off the bridge and landed on a car as he ran after you guys. You and Natasha run and yell at people to get out of the way, until Natasha gets shot in the shoulder and you both duck and cover behind a car. She groaned and held her shoulder as you both listened out of him. The solider jumped onto a car and stood over the two of you aiming his gun at you as you both gasped and looked up at him in fear. Steve ran over and started fighting him one on one. It started to get intense as you put pressure on Natasha’s wound.

“We have to help Steve.” she said as she whined holding her arm.

“We have to help you first.” you said, but with her stubborness, she got up and looked for a weapon. You sighed and stood up and watched Steve and the Solider fight. Steve grabbed him and flipped him over and slammed him on the concrete causing his mask to come off as he flipped over, facing away from everyone. You ran over to Steve standing behind him as he shielded you. The Solider turned as the wind blew his hair out of his face and you both looked at him as you stood there shocked, along with Steve, “B-Bucky?” you said.

“Who is Bucky?” Bucky said as he was confused before Sam flew in and kicked him back, causing Bucky to fall back but he got right back up. Natasha got up and shot the grenade launcher at him as you screamed, “NO!” as a big explosion happened causing Steve to shield you and himself. Cop sirens were heard as you pushed Steve away and looked in the dark grey smoke from the explosion not seeing Bucky anymore. The four of you ended up being arrested and put in the back of police truck. You sat next to Steve with your head hanging low as all the sweet memories of Bucky came back. The only other person that knew about your relationship was Steve and he knew you both wanted to keep it a secret so he didnt tell anyone.

“How do you know that guy?” Sam asked you as Steve gave him a look.

“Don’t...” Steve said softly.

“Well, I would like to know how y/n knows that guy who, oh I don't know, tried to kill us.” Sam frowned.

“Bucky was my boyfriend...45 years ago, until Hydra captured him...said that he died during a car accident...” you said as you tried not to cry.

“He was my best friend when we were kids. When they froze me and y/n 45 years ago, we didn’t know they also froze him. Before we were frozen, Bucky and y/n were dating, they never said anything to anyone because of her family not accepting Bucky.” Steve said.

“And now he is the Winter Solider.” Sam said sighing.

“Well, your boyfriend shot me in my shoulder...” Natasha said as she groaned.

“Can we get her to a hospital she is going to bleed out?” Sam said.

...

After escaping the van and going into hiding, you sat down and did research on Hydra and what they did to Bucky, your Bucky. Steve walked into your room as you sat on the bed with your knees to your chest. He sighed and walked over to you sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s like he doesn’t know who I am. They wiped his memory, they made him forget so he could kill with no remorse.” you said softly, looking at Steve with teary eyes.

“He still loves you, somewhere deep down. He is still our Bucky.” Steve said.

“We need to save him Steve, before its too late.” you sighed.

...

Steve made a plan to stop Hydra from killing innocent people with the new inventive planes. Everything was going to plan until it was the last plane to put the chip into. You got to the top of the ship and walked towards the shaft and then stopped when you saw Bucky standing in front of it, blocking you from it, “People are going to die, Buck. I can’t let that happen.” You both were staring at each other, you saw the redness in his blue, glossy eyes. You knew he knew who you were, but he had to complete his mission just like you had too. “Please, don't make me do this.” you put your hand on your gun in your hostler. 

“I-I know you.” Bucky said in his deep horse voice as a tear fell down his cheek.

Your heart stopped as you looked at him, your heartbreaking seeing him cry, “What?” you said softly.

“I know you. Y-Your name is y/n. I remember you.” He said.

“Y/N don't listen to him, he is trying to get into your head!” Steve said in your ear piece. “Get around him and put the chip in! I’m on my way up!” 

Bucky started to walk towards you, “We used to spend the summer in my cabin in the woods...” 

“Y/n ignore him! Stick to the plan!” Steve said. “Sam get me up there to her!!” 

“We made love for the first time there...” Bucky was getting closer to you as more tears ran down his face, your face matching his.

Steve and Sam fly up to the last ship, “Get me in there with her!” 

“I need to find an opening!” Sam said.

“I’ll make one!” Steve said. 

Bucky got to you and he put his flesh hand on your cheek, rubbing it, “I love you y/n.” he put his metal hand on your waist as he pulled you in close to him, closing the gap between you two, until he stopped and groaned. You had stabbed him in the stomach with your knife you had snuck into your hand while he was talking to you. 

“We never made love in the cabin...” you said softly as you kicked him in his stomach where the wound was as he fell to his knees holding his stomach. You jumped over him and ran to the shaft opening it up. Bucky groaned as he got up and took his gun out shooting at you as you ducked and got behind the shaft. “Steve! Help!” 

...

Bucky was on top of Steve as the ship was going down after the explosion. “You are my mission!” Bucky yelled as he landed one more punch on Steve. 

“Then finish it.” Steve said groaning. 

“Bucky!” you groaned as you were pretty beaten up after the explosion and Bucky fighting you. You held onto your stomach as you stumbled over to the two men. “Bucky, this isn't you! You aren't a killer, you wouldn't kill your best friend! You wouldn't kill your wife.” Bucky looked up at you as all of the memories of you and him together were rushing back to him as he looked down at Steve. 

“That’s not me anymore.” he pulled his fist back, but before he could punch him, a piece crashed onto where you all were causing Steve and yourself to fall into the ocean as Bucky stood, hanging onto a pole on the ship as he saw you both crash into the water.

...

After everything that happened, everyone decided to go into hiding, except for you and Steve. Bucky had ran from Hydra after the fall of it and went into hiding but you and Steve were determined to find Bucky, bring him back. His best friend and your husband.

a/n: should I do a part 2? maybe, they find Bucky and they all reunite? 

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