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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s first interaction with his soulmate doesn’t go as he expected

Warnings: Violence, guns, mind control, hospitals, injuries, flashbacks, mentions of puke/vomit, language.

flashbacks are in italics

Sestra- sister

Printessa- Princess

Kotzbrocken- pile of puke (or something of that sort)

Liebling- Darling


Bucky’s POV

Everyone is born with freckles covering a patch of skin that indicates where their soulmate will touch them for the first time. For Bucky it was in the middle of his chest. He always figured that he would bump into his soulmate or something of that sense, not them roundhouse kicking him.

Bucky walked into the living room where he saw Steve talking rapidly into his phone.

“How many? What do we need?”

There was murmurs from the other end of the line that Bucky was not able to pick up but he could tell it was a feminine voice. With a nod and a sigh Steve ended the phone call with the mystery woman and turned towards him.

“Suit up and be in the hangar in ten, I’ll fill you in on the way” ordered Steve calmly and walked away briskly but Bucky could see that he was worried.

Footsteps, you could hear footsteps. You were lying on something soft probably a bed, and if the smell gave any indication you were in a hospital or something of that sort. Opening your eyes slowly and letting them adjust to the harsh lights of the Avengers Med Bay you took in your surroundings. Steve sat to your left and Natasha to your right while doctors and nurses went about their business in the background.

“What happened” you asked, your voice gravely and your throat hoarse and dry.

“What do you remember, Sestra?” a term of endearment Natasha used for you when she was worried or serious.

Steve handed you a glass of water which you accepted happily and tried to soothe the roughness in your throat. Bits and pieces came back to you and slowly you pieced everything together.

Gunshots and yells could be heard all around you. The intel had been wrong, this was most certainly not a abandoned HYDRA base, that or whoever gave Tony and Fury the intel had a warped definition of abandonment. Muttering several curses under your breathe you reloaded your gun and advanced down the hallway keeping a lookout for movement. Rounding the corner you saw two guards patrolling the entrance to what seemed like a laboratory. Using quick and lethal moves you detained the both them silently and efficiently. Walking into the room you saw what looked like several medical instruments and a viewing deck. In the corner stood a man, not any man but Him. The man who raised you, if you could even call what he did raising a child. Suddenly you started getting flashbacks of what HYDRA did to you. How they turned you into a machine for their own purposes. How they stripped you completely of your personality and sense of self. How they took away your hope and your loved ones at the age of eight.

“Printessa, how nice of you to join us, we have much to catch up on and discuss.” the asshole said with his thick Eastern European accent.

“I would rather rot in hell and have all my limbs pulled from my sockets then ever have anything to do with you again.” you spat out venomously.

“Ah, ah, ah what have I told you about disrespecting your elders, Liebling? We can either do this the easy way or the hard way.” Herr Wasserschiffer or as you liked to call him, Herr Kotzbrocken said condescendingly.

“Don’t call me Liebling, asswipe.”

“The hard way it is” he said with an evil grin taking over his face.

Raising an eyebrow you looked at him confused, he didn’t have any backup nor any weapons or a way for calling for help. Chuckling quietly he said “Don’t tell me you have forgotten?”

Realization hit you like a ton of bricks and you and you yelled through the comms to warn Natasha about what was about to go down. With a smirk, Herr Wasserschiffer started to recite from perfect memory.

“March, June, Independence”

No, this could not be happening, you could hear Nat’s voice in your ear but it felt like it was a thousand miles away, you  were frozen still.

“Tea, Ten, Nightfall”

You sunk to your knees in desperation.

“Submarine, Oval, Quartz.”

With the last word your mind went blank and you felt like you were watching a movie through the main character’s eyes.    

“Asset?” questioned the handler.

“Ready to comply.”

With glassed over eyes, you looked at both Steve and Natasha searching for any visible injuries. They could both see your mind racing at a hundred miles per hour and did their best to convince and reassure you that you did them no harm. Still feeling a little skeptical that they hadn’t told you everything you opened your mouth only to get cut off by Doctor Cho before you could get a word out.

“Oh good your awake! How are you feeling? You took quite a hit to the head (Y/N).” Doctor Cho questioned whilst glaring at Steve, who was looking sheepish, with the last sentence.

“Well that certainly explains the headache, how long have I been out? And why does my left foot feel tingly?”

Doctor Cho’s eyes widened slightly and she looked at the resident redhead and blonde. “You haven’t told her?” she enquired?

“Told me what?”

“You have been out for four hours, courtesy of Steve and his patriotic dinner plate and it is six eighteen in the evening.” Natasha replied while dodging the question expertly.

“Sorry (Y/N) but it was the only way” Steve apologised. 

You waved him off with a smile and a reassurance that it was alright and he did what he had to and turned back to Natasha trying to figure out what she was hiding.

“I’ll leave you three to it then, (Y/N) take care of yourself and if there are any further issues you know where to find me. Other than that you are all clear.” Doctor Cho said.

“Thanks, Doc” you replied and once she left you turned to Steve using your best puppy eyes on him knowing he couldn’t resist. Eventually his resolve broke and he blurted out what you had been waiting for.

“You met your soulmate!”

That would explain why the bottom of your left foot felt like it had a severe case of pins and needles.

“I did not see that coming.” you murmured, suddenly you looked up with wide eyes and a deer caught in headlights expression on your face. “You’re telling me I met my soulmate when I was under HYDRA’s control?!” you screeched.

Natasha pulled you into a sisterly hug and tried to calm you down from your panicked state.

“Oh my god, what did I do? I probably ruined everything!” 

“Hey, it’s okay. He is fine and you are fine. Everything is gonna be fine. He actually wants to meet you! You didn’t ruin anything (Y/N/N).” Steve said while rubbing circles onto the back of your hand.

“He wants to meet me?”

“Mhm, if you are ready we can bring him to you.” Natasha offered.

You nodded vigorously as the shock gave away to excitement. Your soulmate! The person who the universe had intended for you to be with! The one human being who would accept you no matter what!

Steve got up to get your mystery man and Natasha filled you in on the day’s events. Soon enough a large figure stood in the door way unsure how to proceed. Nat walked up to him and whispered what seemed to be a threat, all you could hear was “hurt her and “, and then left the room with one more glance and smile at you.

Mystery man sat down in Steve’s vacant chair and looked at you with longing and something else you couldn’t pin point. During all of this you realised that the mystery man was none other than Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend. You faintly recalled Steve mentioning his arrival but you were to be on a mission so you wouldn’t see him up until now.

“Hi” Bucky greeted shyly.

“Hello” you greeted back equally as shy and slightly remorseful of what had gone down earlier. “Sorry about what happened, I really did not mean it.” 

Bucky looked at you with a smile, “It’s okay, doll no harm done, just surprised ‘s all.”

With an eager grin you let out a slight giggle. “So soulmates huh?” you said as you shook your head slightly. “In all the ways that could have happened i wasn’t expecting that.”

“You can most certainly say that again!” Bucky laughed.

The two of you spent the next few hours getting to know each other and it felt as if you had found the missing piece to the puzzle of your life. Slowly but surely you found your self falling deeper in love with every word and in that moment you knew that no matter what, as long as you had Bucky, everything would be alright and everything would work out.


(A/N): Small authors note here! This is my first Bucky x reader so please be nice! Feedback and constructive criticism is most certainly welcome!

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Sacrifice, Chapter 10

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff & James Bucky Barnes

Il tintinnio delle notifiche del suo cellulare lo svegliò dal sonno, aprì le palpebre e si accorse che la sera era appena calata, il suo braccio era attorno ad uno dei cuscini che aveva a capo del letto ed era avvolto da una coperta. Sicuramente sarà stata opera di sua madre. Sorrise al pensiero e si girò a pancia in su prendendo il suo cellulare da sopra il comodino.


Revengers, 34 messaggi

Natty 🍒

Sam, Steve sto cercando di studiare e voi due non mi aiutate…

Reve Stogers 🧢

Andiamo Sam, in quella foto sembri davvero un falco…

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Cosa è successo? Da quando Sam è diventato un falco?

Natty 🍒

Oh, ma buongiorno Bucky…🤦‍♀️

Reve Stogers 🧢

Da quando usa i tappeti giganti per poter fare un canestro..

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Povero, mi dispiace un sacco…dopotutto non tutti sono alti come noi,vero Steve?

Sam Falcon Wilson 🦅

Aspetta che arrivi domani Barnes e lo giuro diventerai l'ottavo nano di Biancaneve

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Con te, arriveremo a nove…non ti facevo così stupido tanto da non saper contare.

Natty🍒

Perché siete così cretini?🤦‍♀️


Rise leggermente all'affermazione di Natasha e vedendo che nessuno dei suoi amici continuava a mandare messaggi spense il telefono e si sistemò mettendo la schiena contro la spalliera del suo letto. Passò una mano sul viso e fece un respiro profondo chiudendo gli occhi. E subito la scena di poche ore prima si mostrò dinanzi a sé.

Poteva aspettarselo, dopotutto suo padre non è mai in casa e questo era uno dei rischi che poteva permettersi di correre. E l'ha fatto meravigliosamente. Non si era ancora alzato dal letto, si tolse solo le coperte di dosso e restò seduto lì ancora per due minuti, fin quando la porta di camera sua si aprì rivelando la figura di sua madre.

“Ehi…ti sei svegliato, ero convinta che fossi andato in coma farmacologico"disse sua madre sedendosi ai piedi del letto.

"Sai, svegliarsi ogni giorno alle 6:30 del mattino non giova molto al mio sonno”

“Lo so bene, ma non pensavo che dormissi così tanto”

“Avevo bisogno di spaziare un po’ con la mente…”

“Problemi a scuola?”

“Nulla di cui ti dovresti preoccupare"disse lui rassicurando sua madre.

Anche se sua madre era la prima che si sarebbe dovuta preoccupare, ma non per il rendimento scolastico di suo figlio quanto per il suo matrimonio che stava per andare in fumo.

"Va bene…la cena è quasi pronta, ti aspetto giù insieme a Rebecca”

“Okay…papà è ancora nel suo ufficio?"chiese lui prima che sua madre uscisse dalla sua stanza.

"Si, sperando che esca per l'ora di cena"disse lei come risposta e chiudendo la porta.

"Sempre se non ha altro da fare…"disse lui appena la porta fu chiusa.

Si alzò definitivamente dal letto e si cambiò, si tolse i jeans e rimise il pantalone della tuta che lui usava come pigiama e la stessa cosa la fece con la maglia. Li mise piegati sulla sedia e aprì la porta di camera sua scendendo le scale, pronto per un'altra noiosa cena di famiglia.

In casa Maximoff, invece…

"Pietro! Quante volte ti ho detto che devi bussare invece di entrare in camera mia di soppiatto!"disse lei sistemando il suo mobile nel bagno in camera sua.

"Ho bussato, sei tu che sei sorda!”

“Oh ma grazie Pietro! Però io non ho sentito nessuno bussare”

“Ti volevo solo avvisare che la cena è pronta e la mamma ti vuole a tavola, devi almeno mangiare qualcosa se non vuoi che il dottor Strange ti richiami per l'ennesima volta…”

“Okay, ho afferrato il concetto. Dille che scendo fra 5 minuti”

Appena gli arrivò la riposta, il piccoletto di casa uscì dalla sua camera e lei poté finalmente uscire dal suo bagno. Aveva indosso solo una maglia vecchia e larghissima che le arrivava alle gambe. Era pronta per andare a letto ma, come sempre, i suoi piani sono stati rovinati.

Prese dal mobile a cassettoni un pantaloncino e se lo mise, si avvicinò poi alla sedia e prese da sopra di essa il suo zaino. Nella tasca piccola prese il caricatore del cellulare e lo mise in carica poggiandolo sul comodino al lato del letto.

Si diresse alla porta, spense la luce e la chiuse scendendo poi le scale.

“Pensavo non cenassi"disse sua madre.

"Beh, anche io…ma non voglio che il dottor Strange mi faccia la solita ramanzina”

“Non serve che ti riempi di cibo la sera prima di un controllo, solo per sperare che non ti dica nulla. Avresti dovuto mangiare prima e non c'era bisogno che te lo ricordassi io…”

“Mamma chi è la malata fra le due? Io o te?"disse lei tagliente e troppo stanca delle mille parole inutili della madre.

"Bene, constatando la tua risposta silenziosa allora ho ragione io"concluse lei

Da quel momento la cena proseguì in silenzio, tranne per il vociare della tv nel grande salotto di casa sua ma fu interrotto dalla voce di Clint che riuscì a rianimare la situazione.

"La professoressa Van Dyne non ti ha visto oggi. Mi ha riferito di dirtelo…”

“Da quando hai detto a tutti che sono tua figlia?"chiese lei mettendo l'ultima parola nelle virgolette.

"Sa che ti conosco, non ho mai detto niente a nessuno”

A quella affermazione lei alzò le sopracciglia un po’ troppo dubbiosa ma decise comunque di rispondere.

“Non ho saltato la lezione perché ho voluto, ma è capitato e non è stata colpa mia…”

“E di chi?”

“Sharon Carter”

“Sharon? La fidanzata di Barnes? Il capo delle cheerleader?"chiese scioccato Clint.

"Ex…e si, è lei”

“Cosa è successo?"chiese sua madre dopo che avevano finito di discutere.

"Nulla di troppo eclatante…sai come funziona, no? Quando sei un po’ sulle tue, tutti quelli che si credono di essere Dio ti additano come quella sbagliata oppure ti fanno fuori da subito. Mi ha solo detto alcune parole che io non sono riuscita a contraddire, mi hanno fatto male e sono scappata durante l'intervallo e sono stata fuori un'ora intera…”

“Poi come è andata a finire?"continuò a chiedere sua madre.

E lei si bloccò, non sapeva se dirgli o meno di James e di come l'ha salvata dal suo crollo momentaneo. Ma forse, dopotutto, l'aveva solo aiutata. Non c'era nulla di male nel dire loro che cosa era successo poi.

"James mi ha cercata e mi ha salvata, sono stata bene e…"non sapeva come concludere, sapendo che quello che aveva detto le era uscito dalla bocca di scatto.

"Oh, che gesto nobile da parte sua"disse Clint mentre sua madre era silenziosa ma sapeva di averla scioccata con la sua affermazione.

"Bene…io credo di aver finito, mangio una mela di sopra,okay?"disse lei mentre poggiava il suo piatto sporco sul lavandino della cucina.

La castana si allontanò andando verso le scale e subito sua madre rivolse uno sguardo a Clint.

"Cosa c'è?"chiese lui.

"Cosa intendeva con salvata?”

“Non so dirtelo, perché me lo chiedi?”

“Perché parlava di James con un leggero entusiamo…”

“Diciamo che stai esagerando, non ne ha parlato con leggero entusiasmo. Secondo me era solo felice di poter ricordare quel che è successo stamani”

“Mh…"disse sua madre alzandosi da tavola.

"Magda…"disse lui avvicinandosi a lei che era poggiata al marmo della cucina.

”…so che sei preoccupata per tua figlia, quello che ha è davvero brutto. Ma ti assicuro che è davvero brava, sa gestirsi da sola, non che non abbia più bisogno di te ma lei ha imparato a conviverci. Devi farlo pure tu"

“Vedi, posso sembrare forte quanto voglia ma tutti i miei sforzi sembra che servano solo per farla allontanare ancor di più da me…”

“Ma no, no, non è cosi! Lei lo apprezza e ti ringrazierà a vita per questo! Tu solo lasciala pensare di poter vivere, anche se solo per poco, la normale vita di una diciassettenne, okay? Non farlo per me, non farlo per te ma fallo per lei"disse lui e subito dopo l'avvolse in un caloroso abbraccio.

Chiuse la porta di camera sua e si appoggiò con le spalle facendo un respiro profondo.  Non le piaceva discutere con sua madre e quando capitava non sapeva mai come risolvere la situazione. Perché sapeva che sarebbe stato difficile. Non smettere di esserle indifferente ma evitare che nascesse qualcos'altro che le vedeva litigare.

Lei lo sapeva, sapeva che tutto quello che sua madre faceva era per lei. Ma sua madre non si accorgeva delle reali esigenze di lei, una normale ragazza di diciassette anni che non ha voluto tutto questo.

Aprì gli occhi e si passò una mano su di essi, pensando che quel solo ed unico tocco potesse fermare il suo istinto di scoppiare a piangere. Cosi, da un momento all'altro, senza una reale motivazione. Anche se in fondo c'era.

Si sedette sulla sedia vicino alla scrivania, dove lentamente iniziò a mangiare la sua mela che aveva preso prima a cena. Una volta finita, buttò il restante nel cestino al di sotto della scrivania e si diresse in bagno. Accese la luce e aprì il rubinetto, si sciacquò la faccia e poi lavò i denti. Aprì il suo cassetto e prese la spazzola, si sciolse i capelli che erano raccolti in una coda disordinata e iniziò a pettinarsi facendo una treccia di lato. Rimise tutto apposto e uscì dal bagno spegnendo la luce. Prese il suo libro dalla sua mensola e lo poggiò sul letto, le mancavano poche pagine alla fine e poi avrebbe iniziato un'altro.

Prese il telecomando per regolare le luci attorno al suo letto e le spense definitivamente, accedendo solo la lampada da lettura sul suo comodino dove c'era ancora il suo telefono a caricare. Si mise sotto le coperte e iniziò a leggere quelle poche ed ultime pagine per poter arrivare alla fine. Ma fu  proprio il suono della notifica del suo cellulare a distrarla.

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Ehi, ladra di libri non mi ha fatto sapere più nulla…come va,tutto okay?

Lesse per tre volte lo stesso messaggio e solo la quarta volta riuscì a sbloccare il telefono e aprire WhatsApp per poterlo rispondere.

"Respira Wanda, è solo un messaggio…"si disse da sola nella sua mente.

Wan🌸

Oh, scusa James…davvero mi si è tolto dalla testa.

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Tranquilla, ti chiedo scusa anch'io.

Ho dormito per tutto il pomeriggio e mi sono svegliato solo all'ora di cena…

Wan🌸

Direi che sei stato molto produttivo…

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Diciamo che gestire la mia vita è parecchio faticoso

Wan🌸

Beh, da grandi poteri derivano grandi responsabilità, giusto?

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Giustissimo.

Allora facciamo domani? Stessa ora, stesso posto? 

Wan🌸

Quanto vorrei dirti di si..ma la mia giornata domani è piena. E mercoledì pomeriggio dovrei incontrarmi con Natasha.

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Beh, allora facciamo come la settimana scorsa di giovedì.

Wan🌸

Sei sicuro? Non farai tardi con gli allenamenti?

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Tranquilla, me la so gestire

Wan 🌸

Bene, allora mi fido di te…

Ci vediamo giovedì, allora?

Capitano Barnes 🏀

Fidati, non ti lascerò un minuto da sola.

Approvato giovedì, buonanotte Wan.

Wan🌸

Beh, grazie…notte anche a te James.

Non ti lascerò un minuto sola.

Furono queste le parole che la tennero sveglia per quasi due ore e che le giravano dentro la testa. E se fossero state le stesse parole che lui le avrebbe ripetuto allo sfinimento? Fino a convincerla che tutto sarebbe andato per il meglio?

Non riuscì a rispondere a questa domanda, già nelle braccia di Morfeo con due occhi azzurri che le infestavano i sogni.

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Okay so I was looking up marvel characters heights for reasons and I came across this.

Bucky barnes is 5'7" (the winter soldier is 5'9" but the fact that the winter soldier wears lifts is not the point here)

Steve rogers is 6'2"

And Tony stark is 6'1"

Meaning that as much as we love short!Tony we have been missing out on the fact that Bucky is 5'7" of concentrated rage.

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Nonnie, you come with great ideas❤️

For everyone wondering about the art, it’s absolutely gorgeous: https://pain-art.tumblr.com/post/172144545822/and-now-youre-on-the-floor-ill-put-an-end-to

(I won’t post it because of the Don’t-Repost reasons, but you should go check it out it’s worth it👀)

[Image description: Bucky is hovering over Steve, who lies limp in Bucky’s arms with his eyes closed, one hand of Bucky is on the back of Steve’s neck and the other around his back, holding him up. At Steve’s fingers lies a small pool of blood, suggesting injury. Steve is dressed in his red-white-and-blue uniform, and Bucky is in his Winter Soldier outfit.]

Warning: Major Character Death

Read under the cut:

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Originally posted by buckythefarmer

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: The reader and Bucky had gotten together while he was on the run. After his surrender and his decision to go into cryo, the reader feel lost in the world without him and refuse to leave his side until he woke up. Shuri did her best to help you but all she wanted was her Bucky back

Warnings:

Length:

Masterlist

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It had been a long few months since you had met Sergeant Bucky Barnes, or as the world called him, “The Winter Soldier”. Your sudden association with the soldier had changed your life forever. Becoming something, anything to a supposed mass murdered wasn’t positive in the public’s eyes and worse to the federal government. After you were photographed with while speaking with him in a nearby market, life changed as quickly as light switch turning on and off.

He was a quiet man and opened up to you slowly. It seemed that you learned new things about him every time you met in a coffee shop nearby where he was staying.  After you had seen him in a coffee shop in Bucharest a few times, you were thrown into a narrative that you didn’t want to be a part of.

The days where you started off on the run were difficult. Never the less, you settled in. His soul was just as lost as your own when you had met him. You had spent your time after school floating through Europe trying to find yourself. Instead you found someone else.

The discourse happening within the Avengers team was essentially stirred by Bucky’s sheer presence. Or that it what you had told Steve when you first met him. This had nothing to do with the destruction of the cities which they saved. This was Tony declaring war for his parents, not the innocent lives lost as collateral.

Once the whirlwind of a battle past, you stood in a foreign place with brilliant white walls and the room was freezing. You waited for the only person that had ever been there for you. Bucky had succumbed to the inevitable cold of the cyro and even more so the will of Tony Stark.

So what had become of you in the past months? You had lost the first person who understood the odd workings of your cognition. He was still “alive” yet for all you knew it could be a century before he was awoken.

The best decision seemed to be to stay in Wakanda, where the world couldn’t find you. Also where you could be close to Bucky if it ever came to him waking up. Shuri did her best to make you feel better. She attempted to get you out of her lab. It never worked regardless. You continued to live at a minimum, slowly beating on.

The days changed at a inconceivably unhurried pace. They changed nonetheless and darker times fell in step. Words spread of a inter-galatic villain attempting to take over and destroy the universe through the use of the Infinity Stones. You lurked in the corners of rooms as you heard the news. A small glimmer of light was that the end of the long road you were going down.

Could this bring Bucky back?

And the answer ended up being yes. Shuri asked you to stay in your room until she was able to essentially resurrect him. She said you would be distracting during a potentially complicated process.

“Don’t leave you room,” T’Challa had iterated after Shuri’s request because of the unrest and daner which was going on outside. Before you exited the lab, Shuri let you know that she would send Bucky to your room before the battle. You simply nodded. You resigned to your room and paced nervously.

Hours past as the seconds ticked. You heard screams and yelling outside of your bullet proof window. A war raged outside, you just hoped it would end and things would go back to how they were before. You were lost in your own mind when the door to the room opened quickly.

You jumped up from your place in the arm chair. Bucky stood before you, looking the exact same as he had before he went to the cyro except his metal arm was attached. Before you could move to hug him, he already embraced you. Tears escaped through your eyes. Bucky held you as tight as he could. His warm body heating your frigid soul.

“I missed you.” He whispered into your ear. You couldn’t speak. You just wanted to be in his arms. He pulled back slightly to press a kiss to your lips. Intense and worrisome although passionate. He leaned his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured as he held you in his embrace still.

“I know.” You muttered into his chest. “It’s s’okay”

“I didn’t want to leave you.”

“I know.”

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