Walking on Dangerous Territory
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader
Summary: John Walker never knows how to keep his mouth shut, especially when it comes to you and Bucky’s had enough of it.
Warnings: angst/fluff, violence, cursing
A/N: Hey everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve written a fic about Bucky (that isn’t a request), so that’s where this came from. Wanted to show one of my favorite men some love. I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :)
Walking along the dirt road, you’re situated in between Bucky and Sam.
Sam continues to stare at you and Bucky, his eyes burning holes through the side of your faces. Frustrated, you abruptly stop walking and place your hands on your hips. “Is there something wrong, Sam?”
Sam chuckles. The man really has the nerve to laugh in your face as you’re seconds from destroying everything around you.
“Is something funny?” Your voice is low, anger evident in your tone. Bucky reaches forward to grip your arm, holding you back from doing something you’d regret.
Sam continues to laugh. “I just can’t believe two super soldiers got their ass kicked by a little girl.”
Ripping your arm out of Bucky’s hold, you stomp forward. “Okay, first of all-”
Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against the front of his body. “What Y/N is trying to say is we were up against five other super soldiers, one of those being that little girl. So yeah, we got our asses kicked. We were outnumbered.”
“And,” you speak up. “From what I recall, you also experienced a beating, so I don’t know why you’re calling us out.”
Sam walks forward and pats his hand onto your shoulder. “Just picking on you, Y/N. You know I love seeing that temper of yours coming out.”
Pushing his hand away, you storm off, out of Bucky’s hold. “I hate you!”
“No, you don’t! You love me!” Sam yells.
Continuing to walk ahead, you flip him off. Sam and Bucky laugh behind you, the sound of Bucky’s voice calming you down. You may have some unresolved feelings for him, as in you love him, but would never dare to speak on it. Sam knows and even though you’ve never explicitly said anything to him, he can see right through you. Thankfully, he’s kept your feelings a secret and you’re more than grateful for that.
The sound of an engine makes you turn around. A jeep comes to a stop in front of you, with Walker and Lemar sitting in the bed.
Sighing, you ignore them and continue walking. The last thing you need is to be surrounded by those two. You might end up punching Walker right in his face.
“Where you going, Y/N?” Walker calls out, his smug voice pissing you off even more.
“Far away from you!” You yell back, desperate to get out of this situation.
He doesn’t answer for a few seconds, but when he does, you scoff. “You don’t want a ride back, beautiful? It beats walking!”
Whipping around, you’re about to answer, but Bucky beats you to it. “I’d back off if I were you, Walker.”
Bucky’s tone takes you by surprise... and causes goosebumps to erupt over your skin. Why is he being so protective? Whatever the reason, it’s enough to capture your mind with some unnecessary thoughts.
“Just get in!” Lemar yells, wanting to defuse the tension before it gets out of hand.
Looking at Sam and Bucky, you sigh when Sam shrugs his shoulders, gesturing for the three of you to hop on.
Bucky gets in before you, extending his hand for you to grab as you jump up. You didn’t need the help, but you appreciate the thought.
When you sit down, you’re snuggled tightly in between Sam and Bucky, the bench being too short to comfortably accommodate the three of you.
Walker grins at you and it makes you want to punch his face even more. “So, Y/N, it seemed like you needed a little help back there.”
Bucky growls next to you. “Y/N can handle themselves. They don’t need help, especially not from you.”
“And, why’s that?” Walker presses. “They have their big guard dog to look after them?”
Bucky jumps forward and you immediately stand up, pushing on his chest to hold him back. “It’s okay,” you whisper as you look into his eyes. “He’s just a dick. Don’t let him get to you.”
Bucky lets out a deep breath before slowly sitting back down. You sigh out in relief, not really wanting to deal with another brawl on a moving car.
But, Walker just doesn’t seem to know when to stop. “I’m just saying that if you do need a partner, I’m always here. In more ways than one.”
Bucky bucks up again and you hold him down with a hand on his arm.
“Don’t you have a wife?” Sam asks, his voice accusatory. “I wonder how she’d feel to know you’re constantly hitting on Y/N.”
Walker looks away, his face red with embarrassment.
Bucky takes this moment to speak up. “The next time you so much as look at Y/N the wrong way, I won’t hold back.”
“Ah,” Walker responds. “So, you are the guard dog.”
In two seconds, Bucky is on him, punching him square in the face. It happens so fast, you don’t have the time to grab him beforehand.
“Bucky!” You yell, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him backwards.
Walker spits to the side before wiping the blood that’s spewing from his nose. His eyes narrow at Bucky, shooting imaginary daggers at him. “This isn’t over.”
As the Jeep comes to a stop, Bucky jumps out before turning around to help you down. “Looking forward to the next meeting, John!”
Sam snickers at his response before jumping out himself. “Thanks for the ride! You should get some tissues for that nose!”
Stepping back into your safehouse, you place your stuff down before looking at Bucky. “Look, I know Walker’s a jerk, alright? But, we can’t just go around punching everyone who says something we don’t like!”
Bucky chuckles, his laugh dark. “Something we don’t like? The man is harassing you and I’m not going to just sit around and let him do it!”
Sam looks between the two of you, shock written all over his face at the sudden outburst. “I’m just going to go to bed.”
“Good!” Bucky yells over to him.
“See you in the morning!” You yell at the same time.
“Uh-huh,” Sam says, slowly nodding his head and quickly leaving the room.
Once he’s gone, you and Bucky compete in a staring contest, serious expressions plastered on your faces.
You cross your arms over your chest. “Wanna explain what’s wrong?”
Bucky mimics you. “I already did.”
You scoff. “Okay, and I get that, but you’ve never actually punched him before! You usually just say some harsh words back and then move on!”
“Yeah, well he deserved it and I don’t regret doing it, if that’s what you want me to say.”
Sighing, you decide to just agree with him. This conversation was going nowhere and fast. “Thank you for standing up for me. Next time though, could you hold back on the punches?”
Bucky laughs again, the sound sending chills down your spine. “He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.”
“O-kay. And, here we are. Back at square one.”
“What do you want me to say to you, Y/N? That I’m sorry for doing it? Because I’m not. I’m not going to just sit there and let some asshole say shit like that to you!”
“You know I can handle myself!” You’re starting to get pissed. You know he means well, but you can fight your own battles.
“I know you can, but I’m sick of fucking Walker and his numerous crude attempts to get in your pants!”
You walk away, heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. All of this yelling is making your head hurt.
Bucky follows you, close at your heels. “I don’t even understand why you’re so mad. It’s like you don’t want me to stand up for you!”
“It’s not that! I just don’t want you punching people for no reason!”
“I had every damn reason to punch him! How many times do I have to explain it?!”
“Okay, Buck. Okay.” You walk past him, heading towards your room. “I’m going to bed.”
Bucky grabs your arm before you can walk any further. “Hey… I’m sorry, doll. I don’t want to fight with you.”
Turning around, you stare into his warm, blue eyes. He looks tired, strained from the beating all of you took today.
“It’s okay. I know you mean well and I appreciate it. I really do… I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
He moves closer, trapping you against the nearest wall. “Don’t worry about me, doll. I’d do anything for you. You’re my main concern.”
“Not Sam?” You joke.
He chuckles and this time, it’s sincere. “No, not Sam. I mean, I care about him, but it’s not like with you.”
“And, what makes me so different?”
Leaning forward, his arms rest against the wall, his face mere inches from yours. “You’re the one that’s captured my heart. Not him.”
“Is Mr. Barnes implying that he has feelings for me?” You smile shyly, a contradiction to your confident words.
“You’re damn right I do, doll.” He’s staring directly at your lips, not even bothering to be discreet. “Tell me you feel the same way, so I can kiss you already.”
His eyes drill into yours and you bite your lip in response, your body heating up with desire. “Always have,” you whisper.
His lips are on yours then, devouring you whole. You moan into the kiss and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth.
As he bites down on your lower lip, your arms slide around his neck, pulling him even closer. It’s addicting and you never want to-
A slow clap sounds next to you and the two of you jump apart. When you turn, you see Sam standing there, a huge grin on his face. “My, my, my. I thought the day would never come. Tinman and Y/N. What a sight!”
Bucky groans, dragging his hand down his face. “Seriously? Can you get out of here please?”
Sam laughs as he turns to head back into his room. “Make sure to send me an invitation for the wedding!”
You look down at the ground and laugh, shaking your head.
“He’s something, isn’t he?”
Looking back up at Bucky, you nod your head. “Yeah… Yeah, he is.”
Bucky puts out his hand, gesturing for you to take it and you do, letting him lead you to his bedroom. “So, when should it be?”
“When should what be?”
Bucky wiggles his eyebrows. “Our wedding.”
You playfully slap your hand against his arm. “I can’t with you. Let’s just get to bed.”
“Oh, I plan on taking you to bed, all right.”
As soon as he says that, he’s picking you up, carrying you bridal style in his arms. You let out a shriek as he starts to run, entering his room and plopping you onto his bed.
He gets on top of you, pining your arms above your head. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, doll.”
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