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sergeantbarnessdoll · 27 days

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Hi! If it’s okay, can I please request an Avenger!Bucky x fem!shy!reader fic (the everyone Avengers lives!au) where the reader believing that she is not good enough for Bucky, since she often saw him next to Sharon, she takes on a task, after which she is declared dead during an attack on one of the HYDRA bases. Bucky feels guilty for her death because he wasn't there for her, despite the support of Steve and Sam. Six months later, a new HYDRA agent appears, who reads the Avengers like an open book, knowing who is capable of what and knowing their every move. Bucky recognizes this reader agent, thanks to her good knife skills. Bucky, refusing to fight her, tries to awaken memories in her of who she really is and what connects them both.

Not Going To Fight You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Solider

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Shy!Female Reader

Summary: After Bucky thought Y/N was dead for 6 months and felt guilty about her death, a new HYDRA Agent appears who Bucky quickly recognizes and refuses to fight her, but her memory eventually comes back to her.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of alcohol, fighting, crying, HYDRA, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

You walked in the conference room of the Avengers Compound to see Bucky and Sharon close to each other yet again. You’ve been thinking that you’re not good enough for Bucky because of how close he is to Sharon. It hurt you to watch them flirt and talk to each other. You sighed quietly and walked in the room and took a seat on the opposite end of the table, patiently waiting for the meeting to start. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows when you didn’t greet him like you normally do. You always give him a shy smile or a wave when you see him. He shrugged his shoulders and didn’t think much about it.

As of right now, everyone is trying to get out of the HYDRA base that’s under attack and could go down any second. Well, everyone got out except you. The Avengers would’ve went back inside to look for you if it wasn’t dangerous. Bucky watched as the quinjet flew away from the HYDRA base, guilt already sinking in. “Why did she have to suggest that we go different directions to cover more ground?” He thought to himself.

6 MONTHS LATER

It’s been 6 months since you’ve been declared dead. Bucky has been drowning his sorrows in alcohol, even though he’s a Super Soldier and can’t get drunk, it’s the only way to help him cope with your death. He hasn’t shaved in months. He couldn’t help but fell guilty for what happened to you. “I could’ve done something. I couldn’t looked harder. I could’ve-” Bucky’s thoughts were interrupted when Steve and Sam walked in his bedroom.

“Buck, you got to stop this.” Steve says softly.

“Stop what?” Bucky asks, downing the rest of his beer before opening a new bottle.

“Alcohol isn’t going to help you cope with the fact that Y/N is no longer here.” Steve says, sitting down next to him on the bed.

“It’s not like I can get drunk. You of all people should know that.” Bucky says.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Steve apologizes.

“What he’s trying to say is Y/N wouldn’t want you doing this to yourself, man.” Sam says, taking a seat on the bed.

Bucky was about to take another sip of his beer, but hesitated. He sighed before putting the beer on his nightstand and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Steve asks.

“To get some fresh air.” Bucky says.

Bucky grabbed his jacket and walked out of his room. He stopped in his tracks when he seen your bedroom next door to his. He slowly approached it and opened the door. He walked in your room and looked around. Everything in your bedroom was still the same. Something caught his eye. The teddy bear he got you for Valentine’s Day last year on your bed. He walked towards your bed and picked it up. He held it close to his chest. He could still smell your scent on it. Bucky put back where it was on your bed and left your room, closing the door behind him and got some fresh air like he said to Steve and Sam. Bucky walked down the streets of New York with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, lost in his thoughts during his walk, thinking of what he could’ve done differently to save you. Usually walks clear his mind, but it hasn’t done him any good lately. Bucky sighed and made his way back to the Compound.

“I don’t understand why I have to go on this mission.” Bucky says, taking a seat in one of the chairs in the conference room.

“Cause it’s what Y/N would want you to do.” Steve says.

“Fine.” Bucky sighs. “Let’s just get this over with so I can go back to my room.” He says, slouching back in the chair.

Bucky and the Avengers arrived at the HYDRA base. Bucky was cautiously walking through the base with his gun held up, making sure it’s all clear for him to get the file. Suddenly, a knife was thrown at him which he quickly caught with his right hand. His breath hitched in the back of his throat as he stared at the knife in shock. Bucky only knows one person with knife throwing skills like that. You… but it can’t be… you’re dead. There’s only one way to find out who threw it. Bucky slowly turned around to confirm his suspicions. He was right. It is you.

“Y/N?” Bucky says, lowering his gun.

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You asked, slightly tilting your head.

Bucky felt his heart drop. The shy girl he once knew and loved isn’t there anymore. All he seen was the love of his life brainwashed and a new HYDRA agent.

“Y/N, please. It’s me. It’s Bucky. Your Bucky.” Bucky says in a pleading voice.

“I don’t know who Bucky is.” Bucky felt his heart shatter in a million pieces. “All I see is my mission.” You say.

You threw another knife at him, but he caught it. You grew frustrated and approached him, throwing a punch at him, but he dodged it and caught your fist.

“Y/N, stop. This isn’t you.” He says.

“How do you know, Soldat?” You asked. “You don’t know anything about me.” You say.

You threw another punch at him, but he caught your fist.

“I do know you. You’re the most shyest and beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Bucky starts. “You’re an Avenger, not an HYDRA agent. We were partners. You never backed down from a fight.” He says.

Bucky groaned in pain when you kneed him in the stomach. He let go of your fists. You took the opportunity to punch him which knocked him to the ground. You stood over him and stared down at him.

“Whoever that girl is, that’s not me. I’ve never been that girl.” You say.

Bucky got up from the floor, standing across from you. You threw more punches and kicks at him, but he didn’t fight back. He refused to fight you.

“I’m not going to fight you, doll. You’re my friend.” Bucky says.

“What?” You say, blinking a couple times.

“You have a mission to finish. Finish it. Just know, I forgive you for this.” He says.

You dropped your fists. The nickname sounds familiar to you. Suddenly, your head started pounding when your memories started to come back to you. You grabbed your head and fell to your knees, whimpering in pain. Your breathing became uneven. You slow took your hands off of your head and looked around, gathering your surroundings. You looked up and seen Bucky. You slowly stood up, still looking at him.

“Bucky?” You say in almost a whisper.

“It’s me, doll.” Bucky smiles. “It’s your Bucky.” He says.

You hugged him tightly and a dam of tears came loose. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. Tears even fell from his eyes.

“I’m s-so sorry! I didn’t mean t-to hurt you. I was given a mission to-” Bucky silenced you by putting his finger against your lips.

“It’s ok. I understand. You were given orders and you were following through with them.” He says softly.

“I could’ve hurt you. Even worse, I could’ve killed you.” You say, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“But you didn’t.” He says, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

Bucky cupped your cheeks and leaned down, kissing you passionately. He pulled away to see a familiar blush on your cheeks that he loves so much.

“Let’s get you out of here, doll.” Bucky says, picking you up bridal style and carried you out of the base.

Nonetheless to say, Bucky is happy that you’re alive and to have his doll back. He’s never letting you out of his sight again and he’s going to do everything he can to protect you.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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urwifey333 · 4 months

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"Don't start something you can't finish." "And what makes you think I can't?"

AU // avenger!bucky x avenger!reader

Summary // Since you joined the avenger everything was going well, the avengers treated you with respect and kindness; except for one super soldier who seemed to want to tease you 24/7

Warnings // a bit NSFW, nothing much

Words // 1411

Bucky sits silently at the kitchen table sipping his coffee, watching you walk in with Steve and Sam after your run. When he speaks, his voice is low and deadpan.

"Looking a little winded there. How was the run? I'd offer you a juice box but I'm afraid you'd have trouble reaching it."

Natasha rolls her eyes at Bucky's teasing from where she's perched on the counter. "Cut her some slack, Barnes. She's still learning."

Clint laughs from the living room where he's sprawled on the couch. "Yeah, give the kid a break, Tin Man."

Ignoring them all, Steve smiles kindly at you. "Don't let Bucky get to you. Good work this morning. I think you're improving every day." Sam nods in agreement as he grabs some water from the fridge.

Bucky just smirks, taking another drink of coffee as if waiting to see how you'll retaliate to his ribbing this time.

"Thanks Steve," you say then intentionally looking at Bucky then rolling your eyes at him.

Bucky continues to smirk at you, unfazed by your eye roll. "Aww, don't be like that doll. You know I'm just teasing. That little pout is cute though."

Steve sighs and opens his mouth like he wants to say something to Bucky, but is interrupted.

"Leave her alone, Barnes," Natasha says sternly. "Before she decides to put that training of hers to use and wipe that smirk off your face."

"Wouldn't mind seeing that," Clint chimes in from the other room.

Bucky looks unconcerned, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he replies,"I'd like to see her try, Natasha. I've yet to see anything from her that even comes close to even touching me."

The jab is clearly meant as another taunt, goading you to take the bait. The others watch silently, waiting to see if you'll rise to it or let it slide this time.

You meet Bucky's gaze with a sly smile, playing along with his game.

"Careful Barnes, all that ego's bound to knock you on your enhanced ass one of these days. Then who'll be wiping the smirk off whose face?"

Natasha laughs appreciatively at your retort while Steve looks on with mild concern, as if worried where this could lead.

Undeterred, Bucky leans back smugly in his chair. "Big words for such a little thing. You sure you can back it up, Sweetheart?"

His challenging tone is clear - he's itching for a reaction, wanting you to take a swing so he has an excuse for payback. The rest of the team watches silently.

You meet Bucky's gaze steadily, matching his confidence with a look that says you're not afraid to push back.

"Why don't you put that arm of yours to good use then, old man, and find out for yourself."

Nat snorts at the "old man" jab while Clint mutters "Oooh burn." Steve has a carefully neutral expression, likely trying to de-escalate without interfering.

Bucky narrows his eyes, clearly enjoying the challenge but not one to back down. He rises slowly from his chair with a predatory grin.

"Alright doll, you asked for it. Gym. Five minutes. And leave that pretty little face of yours intact if you know what's good for you."

With that he turns and strides out, leaving you smiling in the kitchen amid the cheers and groans of your teammates betting on the outcome. Game on.

A few minutes later you go to the training room, the avengers following behind you.

"Took you long enough, doll," he calls.

Ignoring him, you stretch slowly, arching your back in a show of flexibility that earns appreciative look from Natasha as she knows what you're doing. From the corner of your eye you notice Bucky's mouth twitch like he's fighting a smirk at your display.

All warmed up, you stride onto the mat to face him, rolling your shoulders loose. You match Bucky's predatory gaze with a playful smile, refusing to back down.

"See something you like, old man?" You taunt quietly. "Try not to get too distracted now."

To the side, Sam and Clint crack up at your jab while Steve sighs, ever the disapproving dad. Bucky's eyes flash, clearly taking the bait as his smirk turns dangerous.

"Cocky little thing aren't you? We'll see how pretty that face looks when I'm through with it."

He feints a jab that you dodge nimbly, countering with a kick aimed at his midsection that he blocks smoothly. The dance has begun. You continue to taunt and smirk, goading him into chasing you as Nat had advised while looking for an opening. It's time to see what tricks you've got up your sleeve.

You dance nimbly around Bucky, managing to land a few hits while avoiding his more powerful blows. But you can feel your stamina starting to flag under the fierce assault of the super soldier. He presses forward relentlessly, clearly sensing your tiring. Bucky aims a hook that almost connects before you roll away at the last second.

"Getting tired, sweetheart?" He taunts, not even winded.

Rather than answering, you give him a quick wink and smirk before seeming to stumble, dropping purposely into a position that gives Bucky the perfect view of your cleavage in your tight suit.

The momentary distraction works - Bucky's eyes flick down involuntarily before meeting your wicked grin. In an instant you've flipped back up and landed a kick glancing off his jaw, putting some distance between you once more.

"Eyes up here, soldier!" You call breathlessly, now it's his turn to be on defense.

You feint and spin, keeping just out of Bucky's reach as he rushes you. Each dodge is punctuated with a cheeky taunt.

"Getting slow in your old age, Barnes!"

He snarls in frustration and swings harder, the metal of his arm glinting. But still you evade, managing to land grazing hits that only further egg him on.

"Aw, did I strike a nerve? What's the matter, can't keep up?"

The avengers cheer and laugh from the sidelines, enjoying the show. Bucky's handsome face is reddening now beneath the teasing; whether from exertion or annoyance it's hard to tell.

"Keep running that pretty mouth, doll, and we'll see who can't keep up,"

You flip nimbly out of the way of another lunge, granting him a flashing grin over your shoulder.

"Then come and shut it for me, soldier!"

Then finally Bucky lands a hit on your lower stomach, tho maybe a bit hasher then intended.

You allow yourself to crumple from Bucky's solid hit, acting as if the wind has been knocked out of you. When he rushes in with a concerned look, you weakly wave him off - then make your move.

In a flash, you've grabbed his arm and flipped your legs around his neck, using your momentum to pin him on his back with you now straddling him victoriously. Caught completely by surprise, Bucky's eyes widen briefly before he realizes the trick.

"Gotcha," you smirk down at him, breathless from effort but riding the thrill of success.

Bucky gazes up at you with newfound respect mingled with something hotter, his firm sculpted body tense beneath you. "Well I'll be damned, doll," he rumbles. "You had me going there for a second."

From behind you come hoots of approval from Clint and whistles from Tony. But you have eyes only for the super soldier pinned beneath your triumphant form.

Still straddling Bucky's form, you direct a coy look over your shoulder at the watching Avengers.

"Well? Did I win?"

Natasha breaks into a smile. "I'd say our little spider has caught her prey this time."

"Damn right she did!" whoops Clint.

Still pinned beneath you, Bucky huffs out a defeated laugh. "Alright doll, you got me fair and square." His eyes gleam up at you, hands resting unthreateningly on your thighs.

Steve simply nods with a half smile, proud of your victory. Bruce relaxes, assured his equipment remains intact.

"You sure showed him a thing or two about strategizing," observes Sam with a wink.

Still resting on Bucky's lap, you lean down to shower him playfully with your words.

"Aww, do you need some cheering up?"

Your movement adjusts your position ever so slightly, causing unexpected friction that has Bucky swiftly masking a sharp intake of breath.

"Be careful, sweetheart," he growls low in warning, though his hands remain steady on your hips. "Don't start something you can't finish."

"And what makes you think I can't?"

AN // I might get on pt 2 if this gets hearts.. anyways hoped you liked it!! *<]:{)

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espinosaurusrexex · 11 months

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All the Words I Can't Say

College!SteveRogers x Female!Reader AU

summary: Steve can't help it. He is just so enchanted that all he ever draws is you. Too bad he will never actually talk to you, though - that's too scary. But Bucky always says he has to face his fears some day...

a/n: I have a playlist for College!SteveRogers. It was originally for another fic I’ve written, but apparently I can’t not imagine him awkward and love struck in any college universe. So this serves as a general College Stevie AU vibe :)

word count: 2.6k

warnings: awkward, love-dazed Stevie, fluff?, swearing, and so sorry (but it's giving slight stalker vibes... it really wasn't my intention he's just so obsessed)

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ･

He dreams in color. They are the words he can’t say, painted on a canvas.

Blue fades in clear water. Like a feeling warming you for a second, a spark. It’s beautiful, Steve thinks. He loves it when his brush does it. He feels like a wizard when the pigment dissolves into the clear again - as if it had never been there before. Hidden in the masses of molecules, disguised only as long as it stays in its entity. Not too much - too much is never good.

Another drop lands in the water, but now it starts to taint in washed color. Steve still loves it - it’s still magical. But there is something he loves even more. And it’s right there in front of him - not really. But almost. Depicted in oranges and browns, purples and blues, yellows, greens and reds - your eyes stare back at him with adoration. And Steve’s heart skips. Then it clenches and stops. It always does that... when the admonition flashes in his mind.

It’s not real.

He has to remind himself too often. But he can’t help it. It’s too comforting to live in his fantasies - warm and safe - all he ever needed. Now it hurts with every stroke he dares. It’s not like he hasn’t done it dozens of times before. A notebook filled with sketches hidden beneath the mattress in his bedroom serves as proof of this. It never does anything other than remind him of what will never be a reality, though. You in his arms, you with love painted on your face for him.

His thumb strokes over the dried paint on the canvas but a part of his finger still smudges it. Damn it, he hasn’t checked his fingers. Now there’s purple on your face, out of place and destroying - but daring all the same. It looks quite beautiful beneath your eyes, makes them shine brighter, makes your smile softer somehow.

Steve sighs. The purple streak is going to stay for now. He washes his brushes out in the sink, recapping the bottles of paint scattering the studio he’s in. And before long, he flicks the lights off and locks the door. Professor Potts gave him the key for ‘when he needed to let it all out again’. He needs to show her some work soon.

It’s dark out when he reaches the path to his dorm. Stars shine as bright as they can against the unrelenting city lights. It’s hopeless. Just like Steve’s track of time when he paints you, the stars don’t stand a chance. It’s well over midnight when Steve unlocks his room. Bucky would be up. He has been out, drinking with Sam. But even if he would have stayed home, he probably couldn’t sleep... like always. So, Steve doesn’t bother being quiet.

“Another late-night date with the canvas?” The brunette peers over his phone, though his eyes hold concern for Steve. He has told him hundreds of times before. Go out. Meet people. Don’t dig yourself deeper into this hopeless crush. But Steve never listened. He likes his hopelessness. And, besides, even if he tried to get over you, he knows it wouldn’t be possible.

His smile finds the ground before he disappears into the bathroom where his sunken eyes stare back at him. He would be dreaming about you tonight - he always does when he paints you. And he looks forward to it, too.

❁ ❁ ❁

You pass by him once again. It’s weird, because Steve swears he’s smiling, but his mouth won’t listen. He looks like an idiot. If only he could talk to you - Yeah, no. that isn’t an option. Because just thinking about it makes his heart go crazy fast. It’s scary because you’re so beautiful. And he knows he shouldn’t size himself down to leagues and scales, but how can he not when literally all of college is all about it? Bucky says he should grow some balls and ask you out or leave it be. But here’s the thing: he can’t leave it be - and he can most definitely not talk to you. It’s too scary - too foreign.

His brush dips back into lilac. He embraces the smudge now. Hated it for a while - but then it grew on him. Now it needs more shades. His tongue darts out as he tries to precisely draw along the curve of your cheekbone. He gets a little excited and his hand wants to shake, but he can hold it steady, he has practiced it enough.

Now another stroke. And another. Steve finds amusement in the color pouring onto his canvas. The smudge might have been the best mistake he’s ever made. Then again, there are no mistakes in painting. Accidents are meant to happen. They show the painter what their mind wants to see.

“Is that... me?” Steve’s hands go flying and the brush throws purple all around him.

Oh no. Code red code red code red - that’s a fucking code red!

You just stand there as Steve flinches with the wooden brush hitting the floor, paint sprinkles covering your face - stunned, silent. This is a nightmare. He’s holding his breath. Really, there’s nothing he can do but hope he won’t pass out from the way your eyes bore into his wide and shocked. Though there is a softness in them still. You’re not angry - at least he doesn’t think so. Maybe, if he’s still a little longer, he’ll just disappear.

That doesn’t happen. Obviously. Because god hates him.

His mouth opens, but there is not a sound formed by his tongue. He should apologize - he needs to apologize. God, but your eyes look too pretty with the purple accentuating your skin. He’s not even mad about it. He could look at it forever, look at you forever. Not that he doesn’t already do exactly that for the majority of his day. But still.

“Are you okay?” You blink out of your trance and now Steve is panicking even more. “No need to apologize, by the way, I’m fine. Just got caught in a paint grenade.” Your eyes wander down your body and now Steve can see the fine blotches of lilac seeping into your shirt. It's white - shit.

“I-” He’s trying, he really is. But something isn’t working up there. He just short circuits - wires smoking and all. It’s a complete mess. No wonder he can’t talk. And then your pretty gaze - he just needs to feel it and he’s melting away and, oh shit did you just see the painting? There are several stages of disaster but on a measure from failing a test to your mom dying, this is a six on the Richter scale. Why can’t he just say something?

He opens his mouth again and a weird noise escapes his tongue. What the fuck was that? By the look on your face, he can tell you’re just as surprised. But then your shoulders sag and you sigh.

“I shouldn’t have startled you like that, that was my fault. But this,” your gesture towards your shirt, “this is yours.” He swallows thickly, you seem to be really mad about that shirt. “You really speared nothing but that canvas.”

Now his body turns to the project propped up behind him. The canvas, right. You stare back at him, and now that you actually stand so close before him, he’s impressed at how lifelike he made your portrait. He’s surrounded by you, staring him down, but somehow your presence calms him. One last look at the purple smidge beneath your painted eyes and the breath returns to his lounges.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says when he spins back to you.

A small smile is placed on your lips and it reminds him of the series of sketches he made while you were laughing with your friends the other day. “Oh, so you can talk.”

“Sometimes,” he mutters to himself but he’s sure you’ve heard it. He turns to look at the painting again as he curses his carelessness. He can’t even stop you when you step forward to have a closer look at the artwork yourself. It’s too late now, anyway.

You reach forward but halt just in time. Unlike Steve, you didn’t smear the paint on your fingers all over the piece. “It’s very good.”

Of course, it is. He puts everything in his paintings. All the things he can’t say. And, as he just noticed, that’s a whole lot.

“Thank you.” It’s small but it slips past his lips with ease. He never likes to accept compliments, but it’s different when you give them. He seeks your approval, especially now that you have caught him shamelessly reaping a piece of your privacy with his obsession.

Your eyes sway to him and then back to your portrait, and Steve is enchanted by the way your skin looks when the light hits it just right. He makes a mental note to draw you like this when he gets home - that is if you haven’t forbidden him to do so anymore. But who is he kidding? He’ll do it anyway, it’s an addiction.

His feet take him closer to you, and soon he’s gazing over your shoulder from a foot away, watching you watch the painting that’s looking right back at him. He’s trapped in the gaze he created and it’s taunting him: This is a mess. Then why doesn’t it feel messy?

Steve is so close to you, he can smell your shampoo, the faint remnant of the perfume you put on this morning, probably. It’s intoxicating, it draws him in and he can’t take his eyes off of you. His fingers are itching to touch you. He can imagine his hand moving your collar away to trail kisses from your shoulder to your collarbone - stop it, Steve. His face is heating up and his hands clench beside his body.

“How long have you been working on this?” You spin around now suddenly, those lively eyes stare back at him, more intense - more real than he’s used to. And Steve can’t handle it, but his body isn’t looking away either.

“Not that long,” he whispers as his focus lands on a moderate splatter of lilac beneath your eye. It’s not a lie, he’s memorized your features. Steve doesn’t even register your answer, he’s fixated on that little purple drop of color on your skin. It has a hold on him, he can’t do anything.

“Why are you staring like that? Do I have something on my face?” It’s a silly joke, but Steve can’t tell you that you do. It would risk you swiping it away. And he can’t have that. Not when he wants to do it himself. He can’t do that, though, the purple spot is mocking him. And then, suddenly, like a bystander, he watches his hand move towards your face. He can’t stop it, it’s like an accident - he just needs to look, but he can’t do anything about it either.

When his thumb finally makes contact with your skin, the world around him freezes again. There you are, so close before him, he’s touching your face, and it’s nothing like he thought it would be. He’s calm - so calm. Why is that? What is wrong with him?

Steve can hear your breath hitch when his fingers settle beneath your ear, his thumb resting next to the droplet of paint. He can finally feel his heart beating again, it’s getting faster now. He moves to wipe the lilac from your face, but he’s betrayed once again. The paint leaves a smudge beneath your eye and Steve is having flashbacks from the night before.

Now you look just like his painting - his vision mixed with the perfect reality presented before him and he’s not sure, he can handle it. The world seems to spin when you take his hand from your face and look at the color on his finger. Then your eyes flick back up and his gaze locks with yours. Is this really happening? It feels so surreal.

The moment takes over Steve’s brain. It’s like he’s in one of those movies Sam likes to watch. There should be some piano queued in a second and then the main characters lean in to finally kiss in the rain. This won’t happen here, this is reality. But somehow, Steve isn’t so sure about it as soon as he thinks it.

Your eyes are still staring into his, wide, and it’s as if you’re not quite sure what’s happening either. If you feel anything like him at the moment, you must be captivated by the atmosphere that has been built around you. Steve is sure it can’t just be his big fat crush on you. It’s something new, something that just happened - the moment you took his hand in yours.

Oh wow, you are leaning in. Panic surges up his spine. He can’t do it, not like this. This isn’t supposed to happen. You’re the princess and he’s the rat living in the peasant’s walls. But suddenly you're lips connect with his and it’s so simple, so effortless. He’s questioning everything at this point. Maybe you’re a witch and he’s a black cat. You are a little wicked, after all. And the way this feels - you and him - it’s like you belong together.

The hand that is still holding his guides him to your waist where it’s placed with promise. Steve can feel the paint transferring to the white cotton beneath his fingers but he’s too busy trying not to faint. He has done this before. He knows how to kiss, but he feels like a toddler with training wheels now that he gets to actually taste you. When your hand snakes around the back of his head, however, he regains consciousness. Your fingers press into his skin and he finally moves his lips in unison with yours. He can taste the minty aftertaste of gum on your tongue when he dares to explore it and he’s sinking into you like melted chocolate. Your breath tickles his cheek and when he pulls you a little closer to him, a surprised huff escapes your kiss.

Then your hand slips from his neck and pushes gently against his chest. He pulls back, dazed eyes staring back at you. He’s yearning for more, whatever this was, and he’s chasing to stay in the universe you catapulted him into for a second longer.

Your gaze travels over to the portrait again, then back to him and your thumb grazes over his sweater. “You owe me a new shirt.”

“Anything you want.” It’s a husky whisper in which his eyes stay fixated on the movement of your lips. He would say yes to about anything right now. His brain is mush.

“It’s a date, then.” It looks like you want to nod, but you’re still staring at him with those tranced eyes - Steve can’t get enough of it.

He swallows thickly. “Okay.”

And then you just smile and leave him standing there, longing for a second more of your presence. But you have turned the corner faster than he can register and that’s when reality is setting back into his brain. It’s like he is snapped out of a vivid daydream, but he can still taste the mint on his tongue and he still has the purple smear on his finger. This was real, this actually happened.

His eyes get caught on the painting once more. Intensely staring back at him with mockery: You’re an idiot. He knows that.

“Shut up,” he whispers to the drying paint on the canvas as he moves to pick up his brush again. But now that he has had the real thing, his drawings don’t do you justice anymore.

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Catch Me If You Can 2/3

Mob!Bucky x single mom police officer

I am so happy you all loved these two so here is more from this AU. I had the story half in mind but wasn’t sure if people would feel it, once again, LMK if you want more!

Warnings: fluffffff, single mom reader, crappy ex, Mob Bucky is a whole ass warning

Part 1

Part 3

You woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, sun pouring in the giant room, your body still aching from the night before but the peaceful rest proved to be helpful. You smiled at the steaming cup that sat by your bedside table, picking up the hand drawn card that was placed beside it; giant heart coloured red was in the middle with the words Get Well Soon decorated in bold letters. You grinned, opening the card to read your sons hand writing.

Dear mommy,

Get well soon. Uncle Bucky says he took good care of you and that you’ll arrest him once you’re all better. He bought me a kinder egg. He seems nice. Maybe give him a running head start.

Love and kisses and cuddles,

Jordan

PS: Can we stay a little longer? Peter is still trying to beat me in Mario Kart

On the side of the card were a bunch of other messages, each signed by Bucky’s men. You shook your head at the signatures, your son having asked every one of Bucky’s men to sign the card, well wishes from them all scattered across the paper. A knock at the door broke you away from the card as Bucky peeked in, happy to see you were awake.

“Where did he get art supplies” You snorted, while Bucky walked in, carrying a tray of eggs and toast. You whispered a quiet thank you as he set it down for you, taking a seat by the edge of the bed.

“Had Steve pick some up” Bucky couldn't help but chuckle, remembering the way your son had asked him to sign the card before proceeding to go around the house with a glittery pen.

“He loves to draw” you hummed, tracing over the bright, colourful letters on the smooth paper, the materials clearly from a higher quality art store. As nice as everything was at the moment, tension lingered in the air; the question of how you ended up in this position in the first place still left unanswered.

“What happened” Bucky spoke softly while you turned away not meeting his gaze. Your jaw clenched as your hand skimmed over the bandage that covered your gash, a dull ache still radiating through your side.

“It was-nothing” You lied poorly, unsure of to explain the situation to Bucky of all people, “Just some people trying to scare me”

He didn’t believe it for a second.

“This was personal doll” Bucky tilted your chin to meet his eyes, knowing damn well even some of the more unruly gang members in the area wouldn’t dare attack a police officer in their home, especially when they had a child. “Who hurt you”

“It doesn’t matter” You shook your head feeling helpless, knowing the problem wasn’t something you’d ever be able to easily get rid of. Bucky chewed his lip, deciding not to press the matter further but he couldn’t help the curiosity that still picked his brain.

“Jordan came to me...didn’t call 911″ He cocked his head, wondering why your son would chose to come to his club over easily calling 911 to help you, something you would have surely taught him. (Especially after he had kidnapped him...)

“He goes to people he can trust” You stated, nibbling on the toast, groaning at the grin that spread across Bucky’s face, “Don’t get it twisted, that doesn't mean I trust you”

“Of course, officer”

God, he was such a little shit. You hated the way his charming laugh made your insides giddy along with the way he was taking care of both you and your son. As if he could read your thoughts on que, he spoke before you could mentioning leaving. “Stay a little longer”

“Bucky-”

He shook his head, not letting you speak further, urging you to finish breakfast instead.

“Your home was compromised, the locks were broken off. Let Sam and Steve clear some stuff up a bit and reinstall some new locks. They’re on it right now”

You wanted to protest but you also knew there was no arguing with him, if all past encounters with his illegal antics proved anything. When he set his mind to something, he did it. This was one of the few times you were secretly happy he was so hard headed.

“Alright” You smiled softly, cocking your brow at the smirk that danced on his lips immediately after.

“Can’t promise I won’t give myself a spare, doll” Bucky winked leaving you to finish eating and rest up while he quietly made his way out to make sure your house was taken care of.

As promised, Sam and Steve had gone above and beyond, cleaning and patching up all the damages, including replacing the broken photo frames that were smashed to bits. The locks they added were far stronger than the ones you had from the Home Depot, clearly purchased from somewhere you had no idea existed. Bucky had dropped you home along with a very excited Jordan who felt like he had Christmas twice this year, hauling bags of art supplies behind him.

“Y’know this changes nothing” You reminded him, your cheeks warming up at the way he bit his lip, giving you a cocky smirk.

Little shit.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, doll”

*****

As expected, gang activity was back up and you were back to your job of investigating the latest nonsense Bucky was up to. You seemed to still be the only one concerned about stopping what he was doing while the rest of the department pretended not to see a damn thing. Most of the day would alternate between you trying to do your job and being told to lay off the mob boss.

The worst was the little traitor that lived under your own roof.

“Uncle Bucky is kinda like Batman” Jordan stated while you gave him a pointed look, continuing to make him breakfast which now consisted of scrambled eggs and toast, just like how uncle Bucky makes them.

“Explain” You knew you were going to regret asking as soon as it came out of your mouth.

“Well, he’s rich. Very rich. He likes to help people. He wears a suit. He stops the bad guys”

“He is a bad guy Jordan” You had your hands on your hip, challenging Bucky’s latest swimfan.

“But the badder guys! That has to count for something” He peeked at you with hopeful eyes before turning back to his toast, nervously poking at it. “Can I play with Peter?”

“Peter” You frowned, not remembering any of Jordan’s friends with that name. “Peter who?”

“Paarkerr” He drawled out, blinking up at you while you connected the pieces together, your eyes growing wide.

“Absolutely not”

“But moooom” Jordan gave you his best puppy pout, “None of the kids in my class are as good, you told me I should challenge myself”

“That doesn’t mean you find competition in the house of the Mafia, Jordan!” You scoffed while he slumped his shoulders, hopping off his chair to get ready for school. You knew he was guilting you, acting as if you had refused to feed him for the rest of his life, staring out the car window like a sad puppy on his way to the pound. You kissed him goodbye, promising him you’d “think about it” before driving over to the prescient, most of the day filled with paperwork, a part of your actually thinking about letting Jordan play video games with Peter before you shook some sense back into your head.

Just because he saved you once didn’t mean you had to let your son play with his junior henchmen.

*****

You sipped on some tea as evening rolled around after helping Jordan with homework, the rest of his night spent using the newest fancy art supplies he’d gotten. You no longer paid attention to the show on TV, frowning at the unmarked truck that had circled the block twice. Then three times. You carefully reached for a gun tucked under the sofa and stood by the side of the window just out of sight. The SUV came to a stop near your driveway; uncalled for butterflies erupting in your tummy when you realized who it was.

Bucky stepped out of the truck while you opened the door, your son much quicker than you, slipping past your arm and darting straight outside.

“Uncle Bucky!!” Jordan grinned, bounding towards the all black SUV, ignoring your calls for him to slow down, maybe not run with so much passion and admiration for a man who had once kidnapped him and taken care of you and nursed you back to health and changed your locks and why the hell were you feeling hot and fuzzy right now.

“Hey kid” Bucky smiled while you huffed, making your way over, poorly masking the smile that tugged at your lips.

“Did you get lost Barnes, or were you here to kidnap me today instead?” You teased while Jordan slipped back into the truck to talk to his second favorite “Uncle” Steve.

“You wound me doll, y’know, I’m not just a heartless gang leader” his facial expression almost the exact same as what Jordan had given you earlier. “Just came to see how you were” He said sincerely, not realizing his heart rate had calmed as soon as he saw you and your little one safe in your home.

“We’re safe” You nodded, your heart fluttering at the way his gaze softened, scanning the area just to be sure there wasn’t anyone he didn’t recognize lingering near by.

“Good to know” Bucky murmured, giving you a once over before getting back in the truck and leaving for the night. He didn’t like that he was still in the dark over what your story was. He didn’t like not knowing who hurt you; they were still out there and it made him sick. You didn’t deserve that. Jordan didn’t deserve that. You didn’t need to know that he had done some digging, learning a bit more about you but not enough to get answers.

You also didn’t need to know that his unannounced visits were more frequent that you realized, sometimes a car circling around Jordan’s school, sometimes a quick roll around the block at midnight.

Steve and Sam were only able to contain themselves for so long, making their own betting pool over how this would all end.

They hoped it’d end with them getting a nephew.

Maybe one day.

*****

6 missed calls

4 voicemails

100+ text messages

Your jaw clenched watching your phone ring again, the No Caller ID screen shining bright as you ignored the call. Of course you still had the other issue to deal with. One that you had kept hidden ever since you moved to the city. One that had followed and found you over and over again, even after you managed to change your number and address.

The nightmare never stopped.

“You gonna get that? Someone’s been trynna to reach you all day” Your boss piqued as he walked by, curiously eyeing your phone that had been ringing the entire morning and afternoon, eventually muffled when you stuffed it in your bag.

“It’s fine” You gave him a tight lipped smile, waiting for him to pass by before calling your son’s school and making sure he was still there, informing them to not let anyone else pick him up but you.

As you drove home with him, you were on edge, your nerves ready to snap, heart rate spiking erratically. Jordan chatted your ear off about how he was still the reigning champion of his video game but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of uneasiness, the same feeling you got the day Bucky rescued you. The same day you were attacked.

You just knew.

The front door was still locked as you inserted the key.

The lights were all still turned off.

But you knew.

The hairs on your neck stood up as soon as you entered your home, the smell of alcohol enough for you to know who was already inside.

“Babycheeekss”

Your stomach flipped, the blood in your veins turning into ice as he stepped out from the shadows, his feet crunching over the glass from the window he had broken into.

Not again.

“Baby, go upstairs” you whispered to your son, who was reluctant to leave your side, refusing to look at the man that was supposedly his father. You nudged him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze urging him to leave; the last thing you needed was for him to be further traumatized. Jordan shakily made his way up, stopping at the top of the stairs so he’d still be able to see you, reaching for the baseball bat he had kept by his room.

Uncle Bucky would be proud of me, he thought, his small hands tightening around the handle, fiercely protective over his mama.

“Why are you here” You hissed, flashbacks clouding your mind over the way he had broken into your house and didn’t take no for an answer.

He’d rather have you dead than live peacefully single.

“To see my son” Your ex shrugged, taking another casual step towards you while you backed up, slowly reaching for your gun. “I mean, he is my son, isn’t he? Unless you think there’s reason to believe he isn’t” Andrew sneered, while you scoffed, your hands trembling, hoping Jordan was safe in his room before you drew your weapon. The last thing you needed was for him to get hurt while protecting the both of you.

Before you could do anything, the front door swung open with a bang, your ex’s eyes growing wide, frozen in place, focused on the man that was now behind you.

You turned around, gasping at the soft baby blue eyes that were peering down at you, his pink lips this time with a deep frown instead of his typical boyish smirk. Bucky gently tugged your arm, pulling you behind him, keeping you far away from your ex who was staring daggers at the both of you.

“What the fu-”

“Stay away from her” Bucky growled while you ex scoffed, taking a step forward instead.

“And who the hell are you? Her latest fuck? A new boytoy to play with?” Your ex challenged, unable to hide the quiver in his voice. If not for the seriousness of the situation, Bucky would have laughed. It was a valid question. Who was he to you anyway?

“Mommy?” Jordan padded down the stairs, instantly rushing to your side, his worries washing away when he saw who had come to the rescue.

“Stay upstairs Jordan” You tried to urge him back upstairs but he stayed rooted in place, not willing to leave if there was someone trying to hurt you.

“Let me see my son-” Andrew tired to take a step forward but Bucky wasn't having any of it, keeping the both of you behind him, and pushing your ex away.

“Don’t” Bucky growled, keeping his itching hands away from his gun. It would have taken him all but 1 second to put a bullet between Andrews eyebrows and have the body disposed of within the half hour but he didn’t want to either of you to have to witness that.

“Hey bud” Your ex tried to reach out for Jordan again, hoping he’d get some leverage if he got him in his hands. “C’mon, you missed me, didn’t ya?”

Jordan trembled, his small hand clutching onto the back of Bucky’s suit jacket, the other still holding his bat. He shook his head, tightening his grip when he saw the anger flash across his fathers eyes. Bucky reached behind, taking your hand in his, holding it firmly in his grip hoping to ground you.

“Leave” Bucky stared at your ex, nodding towards the door, giving him a final warning to leave with his life. Andrew glared at him before narrowing his eyes at you and Jordan while he silently left, the look he gave you telling you this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see you. Or so he thought.

As soon as he was out the door, Bucky immediately turned to you, his hand cupping your face, scanning you up and down for any signs of injury, his features softening when he didn’t see anything.

“You’re coming with me” Bucky stated, taking your hand in his again, ignoring the way his heart was still beating out of his chest. You wanted to argue against it but you didn’t feel safe in your own home and a hotel didn’t exactly seem like a safer option.

Perhaps sleeping with the enemy wasn’t so bad...

At least sleeping at his house.

You cocked an eyebrow, glancing at the door that was perfectly in tact, no signs of a forced entry from when Bucky entered the house. How the hell did he get in.

“How did you-”

“Told you I’d make myself a spare” Bucky grinned, twirling a small gold key between his fingers, itching to wrap his arms around you. He squeezed his hand to his side instead, letting you go up to pack some things to take to his place while he waited for you outside.

You had agreed to stay at his place until the window as fixed and a security system was installed throughout your house.

Then you agreed to stay for an additional week just to be safe.

Then that turned into two weeks to make sure Jordan was extra safe.

Then that turned into three weeks while Bucky took care of business. He didn’t tell you what that meant but he promised you’d never have to worry about Andrew again.

The nature of your relationship was confusing.

You spent time with Bucky, sometimes with Jordan and sometimes all by yourself while both boys ditched you to do something that would probably leave you reeling. There had even been a number of times where Bucky himself had gone to pick up Jordan from school, your little one more than happy to ride in the huge dark truck, any chance he got.

You had no idea what to do with yourself, screaming internally on a daily basis, wondering why someone who did 101 illegal things a day made you feel giddy, feel safe, feel butterflies, all while quietly tossing a body off into the lake.

It didn’t matter what you felt.

It didn’t matter than his charming smile made you melt.

It didn’t matter than he took care of you in every way possible, not once looking at you in a way that was disrespectful.

Nothing mattered.

You were both still too different for anything to happen.

Sweet as Bucky was, nothing would happen between the both of you.

That's just how things had to be.

You reminded yourself that every night, whenever Jordan rambled on for hours over how much fun he had with uncle Bucky, how he taught him self defense, bought him more art supplies, beat Peter at video games again, got used as a human volley ball between uncle Steve and Sam.

That's just how things had to be.

Then why were you still in his house.

“I don’t think I like the name Uncle Bucky anymore”

“You don’t, huh?” Bucky smirked at his little side kick, your son no longer paying attention to his homework which he now often did in Bucky’s office. He took a sip from his apple house, swirling the ice around the glass cup just as Bucky did with his whiskey, taking another long drag before setting it down.

“We look alike” Jordan stated, looking up at the mob boss while they both sat on the office couch, neither of them focused on their work anymore. Jordan reached over for the kinder egg that sat on the table, a treat Bucky had bought him for doing well on his math test.

“We do” Bucky nodded, while Jordan smiled in satisfaction, munching on the chocolate, scooting over a little closer to Bucky.

“Some people say you look like my dad” He spoke a little more quietly this time, inching closer until he was pressed against Bucky’s side.

“Uh-huh” Bucky watched Jordan curiously while he assembled the toy, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Sooo...”

“Soo?” Bucky waited for him to continue while Jordan fidgeted with his kinder egg toy, his eyes now trained on his lap, worried about what the answer would be.

“Can I call you dad instead?” His voice was small, wavering slightly, unsure how Bucky would react. He held his breath, not daring to look anywhere else, hoping his request wouldn’t upset the mob boss. He didn’t need to know that he’d already been calling Bucky dad in his head for a while.

What would da-uncle Bucky say?

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sinner-as-saint · 1 year

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heartless pt. 2

Incubus!Bucky x Witch!Reader (fantasy au)

Read Part 1 here

Run-through: Introducing your demon boyfriend to your magical community went well. Starting a family with him was even better than you could ever ask for.

Themes: domestic!incubus!bucky, fluff, pregnant!reader, smut, size difference, protective!bucky, HEA, breeding kink, he has wings and a tail,

“Bucky?”

You called out and waited. He was still getting used to his new name so sometimes it took him a while before he replied.

A few moments went by and then he shouted from downstairs, “Yes?”

You smiled and shouted back, “Can you come here please?”

Then as usual, he showed up before you could even blink. As if he stepped out of thin air. “Are you alright, little one? What is it?” He crouched beside the bed, worried as he looked down at you. “Do you need anything?” He asked, reaching out to touch your cheek.

You almost purred at his touch, squirming just a little under the sheets. It was way too early to wake up but surprisingly, Bucky was always up before sunrise. “Yeah,” You said, “You.”

He chuckled. “Insatiable, aren’t you?”

You smiled then lifted the blanket off of the bed, inviting him in, “Come here, it’s so warm in here.” You said.

He sighed before sliding under the covers with you, “How will I ever get any work done if you keep acting like this, huh?” He chided playfully as his broad body settled beside you. You snuggled up to his side immediately, placing your head on his chest.

He could feel the slight bump pressing against his hip and his tail immediately wrapped around your thigh. He smiled and placed his warm hand on it. You placed your hand on top of his and sighed in bliss. Bucky placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Life had been better than ever lately. You and the baby were doing fine and your bump had begun showing now. Bucky had settled in nicely here. At first, he was anxious to go out and meet your friends but it all went so smoothly. People were warm and welcoming to him as they were to you. He even impressed all of them with his strength and speed.

Bucky had even made friends of his own rather quickly - Sam, the dragon shifter and Steve, the gargoyle. The three often hung out all the time and they flew together as they initially bonded over their love for flying.

You were so grateful for everything you had right now. Your little family, your shop where Bucky helped out a lot, the happy future you were going to have together. But mostly, you were grateful for the way Bucky had a chance at a new life here. Thanks to his powers, he was rather well-known and helped around a lot. People grew to adore him quickly. Yes, he also often offered to deliver stuff to the dragon people up on the mountains since he did it faster, but you also knew that he did all that just so he could hang out with Sam more.

On days when he wasn’t needed to be a hero and help people move stuff or deliver things, he was the most perfect stay-at-home partner. He’d walk with you to your shop and help you set up for the day before going back home. You taught him how to bake and often when you’d come home you’d find the house smelling of fresh baked goods.

Bucky was also so, so caring. A complete mother hen at times. He was protective, especially when you began showing. He was always holding your hand, helping you around the house, doing chores, and all. He also only hung out with his friends after making sure you were fed and comfortable, either in bed or sitting by the window with a good book. He was so perfect. Life with him was perfect.

“What are you thinking about, little witch?” He asked, lips brushing against your forehead.

You snuggled closer and answered, “About how much I love you.” You could’ve sworn you felt the way his heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his arms tighter around you and only reminded you of how much you loved the way he was bigger than you were, it made him the most amazing cuddle buddy.

“I love you too, little one.” His voice deepened and you just knew what that meant…

Just moments later, you were pinned to the bed. Wrists trapped in his fist above your head, your legs spread open as he settled in between them and fucked you slowly, passionately while holding your stare. Somehow this soft lovemaking made you lose your mind even more than rough sex did.

The slow and steady slide of him as he moved in and out of you. The way he held your stare, as if waiting or searching for a sign which would tell him you’re in pain or uncomfortable, the way he kissed and caressed each and every inch of you.

Bucky, you had noticed, was always soft with you these days. Especially since your bump began showing. Like he was being extra careful with how he handled your body. Even now as he leaned down to kiss you while he fucked you slowly, he was careful not to press against your belly too much.

“I love you so much,” He murmured into the kiss as his hand slid in between your bodies so he could caress your bump, your thighs, your legs before moving back up to toy with your clit, making your cry out in pleasure.

“Bucky, please…” You moaned, biting down on his soft lip as he sped up.

“I know,” he cooed, “I know, my love,” He whispered against your mouth and made you come in no time.

—

As you reached your due date, Bucky was losing his mind more than you were. He insisted that you stayed at home and that he would manage your shop. Your bump was the biggest it had ever been and needless to say, Bucky was obsessed with it.

You’d often wake up in the middle of the night and find him caressing it, talking to it, kissing it. Often, you’d just fall right back to sleep with his soft voice as a lullaby. But other times, you’d push him onto his back and ride him until the sun rose.

—

The day that changed Bucky’s life forever started out just like any other. He helped you get dressed since it was getting harder for you to do most things with that bump. Then he made sure you were nice and comfy in bed before he left to attend to your shop. And then a whole day went by and something just felt different as he flew home. Like a pinch inside his chest, nothing bad, just different.

When he entered your home, he couldn’t tell what it was that changed but something surely did. The first thing he noticed was that you weren’t in your usual spot by the window in that beloved chair of yours. You weren’t baking either. Your workshop door was shut so that meant that you weren’t in there.

His heart began racing as he went up the stairs as quickly as he could. Please, please, please be okay, please…

He barged into your shared bedroom and his heart dropped. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed. Cradling a bundle in your arms. When you lifted your head up and smiled at him, he almost teared up.

“What…” He could barely talk. Frozen in place, heart racing still.

“Hi.” You said, looking like you’d been crying. “She came early.” You said, looking down at your daughter.

Bucky was still frozen, “But how did you…”

“Magic. One of the perks of being a witch, you see. It didn’t hurt. It was messy though, but magic helped with that too.” You chuckled, standing up. Bucky moved immediately then. He was right next to you in the blink of an eye, his arm around you.

“I should’ve been here. I shouldn’t have left this morning, I should’ve-,”

“Oh Buck,” You cut his rambling off with a smile and said, “You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know she’d be here today. It’s alright, I wasn’t in pain.” You assured him. “Now come on, hold your daughter.” You handed the bundle over to him.

Bucky held her carefully and sat down on the edge of the bed, just staring at the little face which stared back at him quietly. She had your hair and your skin but her eyes, they were her father’s eyes. “So beautiful,” Bucky murmured.

You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled to yourself. Watching Bucky just hold your daughter was something you’d never forget. But then he looked up at you, looking all sad and miserable.

“I should’ve been here.” He said again.

You leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “It’s alright. I’m sure you’ll be here for the next one.”

“Next one?” He sounded pleasantly surprised.

You nodded. “Well, you didn’t think we’d have just one, did you?” You caressed his face, stroking his cheek.

—

Watching Bucky bond with your daughter was simply the best thing in the world. Ever since she learnt how to crawl, she’d follow her father around the house. Bucky was too nervous to take her flying yet but he’d often take her for walks when you were busy with your shop.

And on days when you took her on walks, she would let out the loudest of giggles when you pointed at Bucky soaring in the sky above you. And the funniest part was watching her get all wide-eyed when looking at bats flying, thinking they were her father too.

Bucky was butthurt when your daughter’s first words were ‘mama’. But he then spent weeks trying to get her to say ‘daddy’ instead and the day she did, he was the happiest male ever.

Although he wasn’t the happiest when your daughter began teething because she made it her life’s mission to bite her father’s wings whenever she could. Or the one time your daughter somehow found an injured bat in the yard and brought it in, all teary eyed and held it up to you and said, “Daddy.”

You burst out laughing while Bucky stood there frowning. He picked up your daughter while you healed the bat’s broken wing, and told her, “That thing does not look like daddy. No. Daddy is big and strong. Daddy does not look like that. Daddy has mighty wings.”

But your little one just pouted, tears filling her eyes again as she said, “Daddy,” while pointed at the poor bat.

—

By the time your little one turned three, you were already expecting a second one. And Bucky was beyond happy.

And during your first few months of pregnancy, you found yourself needing Bucky way more than usual. It didn’t matter if it was barely dawn or in the middle of the afternoon.

And one such afternoon, Bucky came home looking extra good. Hair all messed up, sweaty and weaning nothing but dark pants. Wings all flared behind him, probably to cool them down. He stepped into the house panting slightly. Lately he and Sam had been helping their other friend, Steve, build his cabin by the lake.

“There you are,” You said, walking over to him, “I was wondering when you’d get home.” You purposely traced your finger down the edge of his wing and he almost moaned at the sensation. Wings were extremely sensitive.

He smirked, shutting the door behind him. He could already tell where this was going. “How have you been all day?” He asked, kissing your cheek before placing a hand on your slight bump. “Where’s the little demon?”

You chuckled, “She’s at the neighbours’,” You answered, “You know how much she loves playing with the kids.” You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed Bucky’s jaw, “And I have been here all alone all day.”

Bucky’s body leaned into you slightly, his tail sliding under your robe and wrapping around your thigh. “Oh?” He cooed, “How terrible.” He played along, picking you up - still surprising you with his strength even now - and walking up the stairs. “I’m so sorry, my love. I should drop everything and just be at home at all times, catering to your needs.” He teased, making you chuckle. “Fulfilling each one of your fantasies and keeping you satiated at all times, shouldn’t I?”

He placed you down in your bed and hovered above you. His pretty eyes stared into yours, his body pressing deliciously against yours. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh Bucky, please. I need you.” You murmured, your fingers already undoing his pants.

Bucky chuckled and kissed you deeply, before kissing down your neck. He also untied your robe, opening the dark fabric so he could look at your bare body. And it took his breath away each time.

You could’ve sworn he growled as he lowered his mouth to your breasts, his tail wrapping and squeezing the other one. “You’re all mine.” He mumbled as he continued kissing down your body. Further down, he leaned spread your legs apart and kissed your inner thighs. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees, settling in between them while looking up at you with nothing but adoration and hunger in his eyes.

“All yours.” You whispered, watching his mouth get closer to your wetness. Your bump hid part of his face but you felt him kissing your bump before bringing his mouth down to where you’d been craving him all day. You squirmed in bed and moaned out loud when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuck,” He swore, “You taste incredible.”

Your hand immediately flew to his already messy, damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit and he earned another moan out of you. As though your senses were heightened, you felt even warmer and tingly as his mouth moved against you.

“Oh, I’ve missed you all day,” You whined and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading you even more as he pulled you closer to his mouth, pressing his face into you, eating you out until you were nothing but a squirming, moaning mess under him.

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone, gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him, making you gasp and moan even louder.

Almost dizzy with pleasure, you felt him kissing his way up your body, leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, especially around your bump, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his blue ones.

“You are so beautiful like this, all needy and naked beneath me. With your legs spread, just waiting for your man to fuck you,” He whispered, looking deep into your eyes and knowing damn well what his words did to you. With his body hovering above yours he leaned in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. Absolutely loving the way you squirmed under him. “Looking at you. You must’ve been all wet all day, just thinking about me, hmm? I bet your pretty fingers did a terrible job at satisfying you, didn’t they? My poor, little witch.”

“Oh damn you.” You whined, making him chuckle.

He leaned in for a kiss again as he carefully slid into you, filling you up nicely. He knew he had to be just a little more careful and gentle than usual. Because as much as he was dying to fuck you like an animal, he didn’t want to hurt you.

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just a little as you felt his thick cock filling you up, all nice and snug inside you. You reminded him a lot of a kitten basking in sunlight and he couldn’t help but push deeper inside you. Wanting to hear more of your whining and moaning.

He laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly.

His large wings flared even wider behind him, casting a shadow over the both of you. And there, in the cocoon of shadow and darkness, nothing existed but the two of you. His strong body moved as carefully as he could against you. His movements were gentle, passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d moan.

“I love you,” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you. “I love all of you,” He said, watching you gasp and moan for him. “You’re mine.” he whispered against your lips, rocking in and out of you as he felt you clench around him. “Now come for me.” He whispered, kissing your face.

You couldn’t help but come right there and then. The tenderness, the loving way in which he held you, you couldn’t help but come undone with a breathy moan. Bucky came right after you, gasping and grunting against your open mouth.

“I love you so much,” You whispered, snuggling into him as he finally laid down next to you.

He kissed your temple and said, “I love you more. Now what do you say we take a bath together, then we go get our daughter. I’m sure the little demon is making the neighbours lose their minds.”

You laughed together at the thought of it.

—

This time, as the due date was close, Bucky was prepared. He’d spent the entire week with you leading up to the big day. Steve was the one handling your shop at the time being and he had a long, long list of instructions to get him by. Besides, you and Bucky both knew that the major reason why he offered to help with the shop was because the grumpy gargoyle had his eyes on a pretty mermaid who often visited your shop whenever she was on land. But either way, his help was very much welcomed.

On the day you had your second daughter, Bucky was the most supportive partner one could ask for. He held your hand through it all, even if your magic took away most of the pain and even if your magic cleaned up every mess. He was there with you.

And once he held the new baby in his arms, he teared up just like he did the first time.

—

Watching both your daughters grow up was pure bliss. Being parents to two kids was different but you and Bucky handled it together and you were happier than ever. You eventually had to rebuild your house in order to accommodate new members, but also so that it was easier for Bucky to move around - given his size.

Soon, you had an entirely new home that you spent days decorating and turning it into the cosiest home ever. You also ended up having a much larger workshop because your daughters needed their space too.

Your eldest daughter was naturally drawn to animals and nature, so you’d tell her little things that your mother taught you every day. Teach her about important plants and animals and she’d listen carefully and you just knew that she’d grow up to be even better than you were one day. You’ll never forget the day she casted her first spell perfectly. Both you and Bucky had shed a tear or two while watching her.

“She’s a natural,” You’d whispered to Bucky as you both watched your daughter heal an injured squirrel.

He kissed the top of your head and said, “Of course she is, her mother is the greatest witch I’ve ever known.”

As your kids grew older, they’d often run off to play with your friends’ kids. And often you and Bucky would find yourselves alone at home. Though you did fuck. A lot. You also spent time doing the most mundane things like baking, or teaching him how to make basic potions or jewellery.

That was his favourite thing, playing with crystals and making the most random stuff. Once he’d made you the ugliest bracelet you had ever seen but you didn’t tell him that and still wore it every single day only because he had spent about four hours on it and was very, very proud of it.

—

You and Bucky would often walk around the woods. When the girls came with you, they’d play around gathering random flowers and putting them in their father’s hair while you collected important things you needed for your potions and stuff.

One day, you left for the woods early. The sun was about to rise and it was your favourite time of the day. The woods were foggy, lush and green. The mist was still clinging to every leaf, the animals still asleep.

You began filling your basket with the regular stuff. Berries, herbs, necessary flowers, etc. But then you heard twigs snapping somewhere behind you. You smiled as you turned around and faced nothing but the still fog.

“I know it’s you, Buck.” You said, then got back to collecting your things.

Silence. And then a hand reached out and grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you against a tall, muscular body. You smiled up at him. “Well, well. What do we have here? A witch all alone in the dark woods.” He teased, nuzzling your neck, tickling you until you laughed and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. “Don’t you know big, bad demons roam these woods? Don’t you know they like playing with pretty little witches?”

You bit him on the cheek and then pulled away once you caught him off guard, and ran away laughing. “We can play, demon.” You called out, knowing the woods would absorb most of your voice, “But only if you catch me!”

The fog helped in keeping you hidden as you ran as far away from him as possible, hiding behind trees, trying to contain your laughter. You could hear him growling and hissing behind you.

“I had to tiptoe out of the house so I don’t wake the girls up, and now you’re gonna make me chase you? Huh?” He groaned, sounding miserable. “You’re gonna make me work for it?” But you could hear it in his voice that despite the fog, he was trying to find you.

You chuckled to yourself as you hid behind a tree. But it took him no less than a minute to find you.

“There you are!” He chuckled. “Can’t hide from me, witch,” He pressed your back against the tree and leaned in for a messy, heated kiss. And a few moments later, he was sliding inside of you. Holding you up while fucking into you hard and fast.

You didn’t know what had gotten into him but fuck were you grateful for it. He kissed you, bruising your mouth as he fucked you like an animal. His cock sliding in and out, stretching you as he went. His tall, strong body holding you up and spreading your legs further like you were nothing but just his to fuck.

He murmured against your lips, “Have you been taking your potion?” He asked, referring to the contraceptive one.

You smirked against his parted lips and said, “No,” then let out a moan as he sped up immediately. “Oh, Buck…” You whined and gasped and moaned as he pounded into you. The bark of the tree pressing into your back hurt but you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to ever stop.

He kissed down your chin, biting on your neck. “Does that mean I can fill you up again, little witch? Hmm? Are you gonna carry my child again, my love?” He asked, whispering against your skin as he made you lose your mind.

“Yes,” You cried out. “Yes I will.” You pulled away to look up at him and saw nothing but profound love in his eyes.

“I love you,” He murmured before spilling inside you with a loud grunt which had you coming undone right after him.

And then nine months later, you had twin girls.

—

Your family grew, and you often shed happy tears as you watched your girls grow each day. Bucky was the best father they could ask for. He was patient, and kind and mischievous when he wanted to be. And he was the best partner ever.

One time you found him standing in the backyard, watching your daughters as they chased after birds and butterflies near the creak. He wasn’t doing anything, just standing there. Thinking probably.

So you went up to him, hugged him from behind and asked, “What is it?”

He sighed. A happy, content sigh. Then pulled you into his arms properly and said, “I can’t believe this is my life. And I get to live it with you.”

You smiled up at him. “Likewise.”

He smirked, “I’ve been meaning to ask, are we done having kids?”

You laughed. “I don’t know. We’ll see, I suppose.” You looked back at your daughters. Their giggles and laughter and squeals of happiness was the best sound in the world. “I think I want one more.”

Bucky laughed, loudly. “I better get started on building us an even bigger house then.”

You chuckled, “And I can’t wait to watch you build.” You winked, “You know you look good when you lift heavy stuff, all muscly and sweaty.”

He laughed even louder, leaning down to kiss you and you thought, you couldn’t wait to spend every day for centuries upon centuries by his side.

—

a/n: read about steve and his mermaid gf here

#demon!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel

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2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 1

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All of them are COMPLETE Series.

✨ - fav fics

Status - Completed

✨sunrise from @wkemeup

Veteran!Bucky x Librarian!Reader

After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)

parent-teacher conference by @coffeecatsandcandles

Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.

whatever it takes by @wienerbarnes

Bucky x Doctor!Reader Doctor AU

The Avengers recruit you, a medical genius of sorts, to help solve the case of an agent who is dying from an unknown illness. You seem to catch Bucky Barnes’ attention.

seven thirty by @nacho-bucky

Single Dad!Bucky x Reader

You were planning on a productive — if lonely — weekend, but the little girl across the hall has different ideas about how you and Bucky Barnes should be spending your time.

call me when you want by @bonky-n-steeb

Bucky x Reader

When you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

steel blue by @youlightmeupfinn

Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader

When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren't expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you'd never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he's your professor.

✨heart and soul by @all1e23

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them. She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that. Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

✨astrophile by @all1e23

Firefighter!Bucky x Reader Single Dad AU

Orion Rebecca Barnes's favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met.

✨swallow by @all1e23

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Since he was fifteen years old, Bucky Barnes has only been sure of two things; the club should be the most essential thing in his life, and he’d burn it all down for you.

between the star by @all1e23

Bucky x Reader Past Steve x Reader Military AU

Struggling with the death of your husband, you find comfort in someone unexpected

the slip up by @justkending

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.

✨the love club by @slyyywriting

Bucky x Mob!Reader

Bucky gets initiated into the mob life by accident. He wants out but only the owner can revoke his club membership.

the number one rule by @justkending

Bucky x Rogers!Reader

Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?

✨delicate edges by @wkemeup

Biker!Bucky x Florist!Reader

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

not me by @simsadventures

CEO!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Billionaire/entrepreneur Bucky is married to seemingly timid and meek wife, the reader. While he hates her with all he has, she tried to act her part as the wife of the big CEO. And while their relationship falls apart more and more, they both realised there might be more to the story than they previously believed. Will they be able to repair the damage that’s been done, or will they find happiness in somebody else’s arms?

✨the perfect fit by @mypoisonedvine

Bucky x Tailor!Reader

bucky needs a new suit (or two) and gets a recommendation from his best frenemy, tony stark. of course it would turn out that you were his tailor, and further, that bucky would be an awkward stumbling mess as soon as he’s anywhere near you.

seeing red by @mypoisonedvine

Bodyguard!Bucky x Celebrity!Reader

bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

the new recruit by @angstysebfan

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky have a best friends with benefits relationship, since he is not the “relationship” type. Things go crazy when the new recruit shows up.

✨one last job by @sunriserose1023

Bodyguard!Bucky x Celebrity!Reader

Bucky Barnes is retired. He did a stint in the Army, did a stint as a Secret Service agent, even dabbled in the private sector, but that’s over. Now, he just wants to rest in the solitude he’s found in a cabin in the Adirondacks, with only his memories to get him through the sleepless nights.

✨pride and privacy by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.

the right for you by @real-jane

Bucky x Reader Past Steve x Reader

steve leaves you to pursue a life with peggy. bucky is there to pick up the pieces, and build a life you never could've imagined in order to dream of it.

✨for the love of the game by @pellucid-constellations

College Athlete!Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

✨undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.

fragments by @subwaysurf45

Bucky x Reader

You always had a soft spot for innocent people who were viewed as monsters, must have been something in your blood. Nothing changed when you were assigned as the new handler for the Winter Soldier, he had just killed his previous one and you happened to be there at the right time to fill in. But what happens when you meet him years later?

wrong choice right places by @mvtthewmurdvck

Mob!Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

never wanting to work for him or protect his fiancé, falling for you was the last thing he should do—especially when his boss was zemo, who now ran most of the city.

✨mess is mine by @scrumptious-delusion

Boxer!Bucky x Reader

as a date night surprise, your boyfriend takes you to a boxing match. little does he know, one of the competitors is responsible for breaking your heart five years ago and an accidental encounter is about to send your whole world spinning.

no day but today by @buckysfaveplum

Bucky x Reader

He’s more than content to lock himself away from everyone in the cold emptiness of his apartment. However, the girl in the apartment above him seems to have other plans. The girl who paints on the fire escape and climbs down through his window. The girl who he can’t seem to get enough of.

✨southpaw by @gogolucky13

Boxer!Bucky x Reader

Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.

✨ghost of you by @gogolucky13

Bucky x Reader

Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane

Bucky x Agent!Reader

bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved.

✨to have & to hold by @slyyywriting

Single Dad!Bucky x Mob!Reader

Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(Single Dad!Bucky)

safe with me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

teacher’s favorite by @suitk0via

Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine's favorite teacher and Bucky's just gotta meet you.

✨stuck wit u by @slyyywriting

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough.

touch of ink by @deamstellarus

Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Reader

After a breakup with your ex, you decided to move to the small town where your long-time friend Sam lives, hoping for a change of pace and starting a new chapter in your life. You were prepared for a slower paced lifestyle, quaint diners, and a change of scenery. However, you didn't expect to be swept off your feet by two stunning pairs of blue-grey eyes.

✨paper walls by @writingcroissant

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

Your apartment happens to be right next to Bucky's, heads only separated by a paper-thin wall, leading to you witnessing every second of his nightmares. Although, bonding over your late night conversations, you seem to forget that you never even saw him before.

✨leave this town by @avengerofyourheart

Mechanic!Bucky x Reader

Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

✨the world of our own by @shreddedparchment

Bucky x Reader Castaway AU

You and a man named Bucky crash land on a deserted island. Can the two of you come together and make it until rescue comes? After you begin to fall for the mysterious Bucky Barnes, will you even want to be rescued?

yours, mine, ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.

we’ll meet again by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky x Reader

You fell in love with Bucky Barnes in 1940. He was your everything, until he was taken from you. You’ll meet him again, just not in the way either of you expected…

✨run to me by @sgtjbuccky

Mob!Bucky x Reader

In where you’ve always had a habit of ending up in situations you shouldn’t, and when you caught the eye of the man who ran New York, Bucky Barnes, your life changed. They warned you about him, but the one thing they never warned you about was how you’d always want to run to him.

trick question by @nacho-bucky

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

It’s a weekly battle of wills for Bucky and the Reader, as they navigate the stunning pressure that is pub trivia. Can these obdurate opponents find any middle-ground?

the diner by @bolontiku

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Working at a diner as a waitress, struggling to make bills and take care of the kid your sister left you, one night you meet James.

relax by @kinanabinks

Bucky x Reader

Things with Bucky are easy, and he's the sweetest guy you've been with. But when you throw in a bitter roommate and untold secrets, things get real hard, real fast.

old souls @thedevilwearsvibranium

Bucky x Reader

Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

breaking the rules by @redgillan

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

time after time by @justsomebucky

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

just a touch by @buckychrist

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Your powers? Controlling any feeling a human can have, from emotions to pain, with a simple brush of your fingertips. Your mission? The traumatized soldier with sad stricken eyes and scream filled nightmares.

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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Queen of Heaven

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky x Sex Club Owner! Reader

Word Count: 4K +

A/N: This comes directly after Carnivores, Vegans, and Boy Scouts, Oh My! This is in the This Thing Of Ours AU

Warnings: As usual 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. Not Beta’d, all errors my own. Woman centered Sex club, graphic depictions of sex acts, ex-free-use Sharon Carter, voyeurism, fantasies, kinks, fetishes, choking, breath play, masturbation, bi-sexual proposition, dp, sex with multiples, Switch reader, definite dom/sub play, oral sex (m/f recieving) use of pain as pleasure, Switch Bucky, restraints, slapping, spitting, explicit talk of topping Bucky, orgasm denial, cum play, use of ‘Puppy’ pet name. Basically reader turns Bucky out, lol. This is PWP.

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Two weeks after his first meeting with you, Bucky and Sharon Carter rolled up to a Tribeca hotel in a black SUV. His driver, Robbie, was also protection for his date tonight.

Robbie parked and Bucky stepped out, then went around and opened the other door for the blonde, who stepped out to reveal a black mini dress and steep black red bottoms. Bucky could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything else, and although it was intended to be alluring, it had no effect on Bucky.

But he played the game, smiling at her smirk as they headed into the lobby.

“This is way outside of your wheelhouse, isn’t it Bucky? Are you sure you are not trying to give it a go again?”

Sharon turned toward Bucky and looked up at him.

Bucky stepped back and cleared his throat, establishing a boundary.

“Sharon, we talked about ground rules before we came. No. We are not giving “it” a go again. If that is a problem for you, we don’t need to go in here. Robbie can take you home. I’ll find another way to get in.”

Bucky’s face was serious, and Sharon’s smile dropped.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky each had a go at Sharon, and it just wasn’t destined to be along term thing. But that didn’t stop her from trying to get with one, or all of them, again.

“Robbie is my boy, he’s rescued me from more than one of your Valkyrie get togethers gone wrong in the past.”

Sharon looked wistful. Bucky almost felt bad. Almost. He knew how manipulative Sharon was.

“Listen Shar. You said you wanted to be friends. We are not a thing anymore. I know you love attention. Here is your chance. If we go in here, you can have some fun, and I can get what I need for Valkyrie. There is not going to be anything happening between me and you in here. Got it?”

Sharon batted her eyes.

“You don’t even want to watch? Sam loved it when we came.”

Bucky paused at that bit of information, but just decided to ignore it.

“Nope. You’re free as a bird.”

Sharon cleared her throat and smoothed her dress.

“Good. You won’t cramp my style then.”

“Right.”

Bucky took Sharon’s arm and steered her to the right, into the closed-for-the-private-function restaurant.

There was a tall man, dressed all in black, who was making sure of the identities of all who entered. After checking Bucky and Sharon in, he waved a long arm around the corner into the restaurant, where people, all dressed in black, are mingling, enjoying cocktails, and talking amongst themselves.

Sharon ordered a prosecco and walked over to a table while Bucky ordered bourbon. She picked up a card.

“This is the ice-breaker mixer portion of the evening. I’m off to find someone with a different eye color than I came with.”

She looked up at Bucky and into his blue eyes.

“See you later, Alligator.”

She smiled and glided away to a beautiful young lady with long dark hair and alabaster skin.

Bucky reconsidered what Sharon said about watching as a short redhead sidled up to him. He put on a tight smile and answered the question that she read from the card.

“Ummmm. Reverse cowgirl,” he said absentmindedly, trying to be polite while scanning the place for you.

After about 45 minutes of awkward mingling on Bucky’s part, the host called everyone’s attention and gave some ground rules detailing what was to be allowed in the clubhouse, which was not far away. The number one rule was that only women could extend invitations for sex acts. Men were free to accept or decline, or offer to watch, but nothing else.

Sharon drifted back over to Bucky. When the information was disseminated, the host, who said his name was Utu, led everyone to the club which was just down the block. Bucky and Sharon walked in silence, each contemplating the possibilities.

Inside the club was dark and drenched in red lights. There was one angel, you, dressed in all-white.

Bucky’s took you in. Your hair, which was pulled back the first time he saw you, was now a huge halo around your head, and your white leather corset was covered in buckles and bows. The garment seemed to be pulled tight to gather the soft looking globes of your breasts up nearer your face, which glowed with a light he didn’t see before.

Those eyes of yours were glowing, and those lips. How he wanted to experience them. His eyes moved lower to the bodice of your dress, which was cut so low cut that Bucky could swear that he could see a hint of your areolas. That fact made him shift his stance and attempt to will down a sudden change in how his pants fit.

Bucky licked his lips as his eyes flowed down your body. Your dress fit your waist and then flared into a short train in the back, while the front hem curved upward and showed your generous thighs made more prominent and muscular by your high platform open toed shoes. Bucky stared at your white painted toenails and discovered at that moment that he had a toe fetish.

“Welcome to Queen of Heaven, Ladies, and guests.”

Everyone was mesmerized by you. Your eyes scanned the crowd and faces, hesitated when you saw Bucky, but then continued with what you were saying.

“I am Inanna.”

Your eyes came back to Bucky, your eyes meeting when you gave that name, knowing that he knew it wasn’t the truth.

“I hope that tonight you begin to understand, and give way to your desires, whether with others, or on an individual journey to your true self.”

You locked eyes with Bucky and an electricity zapped between you again. Sharon’s head was on a swivel, watching this thing play out with you two. She cleared her throat, and that snapped you out of it. You smiled, and stepped aside for everyone to enter.

“Enjoy!”

Utu stood between you and the guests as they filed past, prohibiting anyone from coming near you. Bucky wanted to stop, but the eagerness of those around him compelled him into the club.

By the time Utu brought up the rear, you were nowhere in sight.

“Do you know her?”

“What?”

Bucky’s brain was scrambled; he’d forgotten his mission and could only think to explore his desires with you. Honestly, he’d forgotten that Sharon was there.

“Inanna?”

Bucky looked down at Sharon without registering her features.

“I don’t know anyone named Inanna.”

Bucky’s face gave away nothing, but Sharon was a smart woman.

“Right.”

Bucky could tell that she didn’t believe him.

“I’m going to go explore.”

Bucky gave her his practiced smile.

“Have fun.”

“Oh. I will.”

Sharon winked at Bucky and then disappeared.

30 minutes later, after low-key searching for you throughout the club to no avail, Bucky had gotten an eyeful of women who were seeking out their pleasures, be it by just watching, pleasuring themselves, light to heavy petting, and various sex acts with one or more partners of all genders and sexes.

Every time Bucky came upon a man restrained in any way, his heart beat staccato.

He thought of your suggestion to explore his desires. Normally, Bucky was the initiator in sex. It came with the territory because of his chosen livelihood. As a mobster, it was expected that Bucky would just take what he wanted.

But what if he just wanted to be taken? The moment that thought registered, Bucky’s world was rocked.

Bucky stopped to watch a woman ride a man, her hand around his throat, while another woman watched. The two women kissed as the man panted for air and smiled wide, blushing and flushed with pleasure.

“Would you like to join us?”

Bucky looked down at the small brunette beside him, the same one that Sharon spoke to at the restaurant, and at the huge dirty blonde male who was with her. She was nestled in the crook of his arm as his hands roamed her body.

“We would like someone who wants to experience both of us. And us them. Are you interested?”

Bucky looked from the man to the woman.

“I’m flattered, but I am still exploring. Individually at the moment.”

The brunette tsked as she eyed Bucky.

“A shame. Maybe next time.”

Bucky hadn’t considered that there would be a next time. He was just here to confront you and to use the information for leverage to get you to sign the contract, but now…

A passing waiter stopped and Bucky reached for a drink.

“Do you need anything, Sir?”

“Inanna. What does she do at the club? Does she participate? Where is she?”

The young male looked at ease in the black leather straps that comprised his uniform. His codpiece was large and Bucky wondered if he were on the menu for the female members as well. He wondered if you had broken him in. He wondered if the waiter gave you pleasure. He wondered what your kink was….

Bucky’s mind started to spiral as the waiter answered with a velvet voice that Bucky found oddly appealing. He wondered if there were anything in his drink or if it was the club.

“Inanna is everywhere. I’ve never seen her participate, or been invited to her space, but there are stories. She mostly just watches.”

He indicated upwards and Bucky looked up to see cut out rectangles near the warehouse high black ceilings. He saw a flash of white and immediately understood.

You were up there. Watching everything.

When he looked back down, the waiter had disappeared.

Bucky took a drink and scanned the clubhouse. His eyes paused momentarily at the image of Sharon on a huge red bed engaged in double penetration with two muscle-bound males, one blonde, one brunette, while she sucked off another brown skinned adonis.

“Hmph? Who would have thought?” Bucky said below his breath as he headed back toward the entrance.

He explored the welcome area more closely, and found a panel in the wall. He looked around to ensure that no one was watching, and opened it to find a flight of stairs, black but illuminated from below by red lights. He gulped as he looked up the staircase.

Your heart was beating wildly. Bucky was finally making his way up to you, and the anticipation had you wet. You would have thought that he would have figured it out before now, but you underestimated his curiosity.

The way Bucky paused to watch people doing everything you wanted to do with him made you thrill. But he was taking too long, and you didn’t want to touch yourself tonight. You wanted him.

So you sent Paolo over with drinks to give him a nudge.

Ever since the encounter in your office, you felt things you hadn’t in years, if ever.

Your mind would not stop creating made up scenarios of playtime with James Bucky Barnes. There was something about him that made you want to let down your walls.

The moment Bucky saw you upstairs, he knew it was over for him. Your scent enveloped him and pulled him closer to you. He took in your form, and all of his bodily systems ramped up.

You’d removed the train to your dress, which showcased your legs and as he stared at them, he decided he wanted to experience them close-up.

You watched James Barnes enter your space and stand there, sex on legs in a black and leather suit. His eyes roamed your body with possession and you watched him greet you, not with words, but with a full body expression of lust. You noticed his tongue absentmindedly poking around in his cheek; you decided that he must be thinking hard.

You decided to forgo the formalities.

“Why are you here, Mr. Barnes?”

His eyes finally met yours.

“Call me Bucky.”

You scoffed.

“I most certainly will not. What the hell is a Bucky?”

Bucky chuckled, then came closer to you, taking note of your reactions. Your eyes told a story your demeanor did not.

“I am here to ask you to sign the contract again. This little enterprise of yours would be very interesting information for some people. I’ll keep your secret, and offer the club protection, if you join our organization.”

Bucky circled you as if you were prey, and he couldn’t know how much that turned you on. You craved the primal, pure emotion of desire. He was taking you there.

“The terms of your contract are untenable. I am not a fool, Mr. Barnes.”

“Everything is negotiable. Inanna?”

He questioned your alias as he stared at your ass, which was a delicacy that he had to taste. You turned your head as he lingered behind you.

“See something you like, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky circled back around to face you and licked his lips, that tongue snaking out and almost destroying your soul.

“As a matter of fact… I do.”

You moved forward, as if into his arms, but just as he was about to raise them, you brushed past him and seemingly floated to a bar in the corner of the room.

“Take off your jacket, Mr. Barnes, and we’ll talk.”

You indicated a yellow couch. Bucky looked at his phone and saw a text that Robbie was taking Sharon home, and Bucky was pleased at that. He took off his jacket and sat down, eyes scanning the room to view the toys displayed on the walls.

You brought him his drink and sat down beside him.

“What do you know about sex play? Kinks? Fetishes? BDSM?”

Bucky took another drink.

“I know the basics. What all those are. Safe words. But I’ve never really…not seriously…beyond the occasional girl with a Daddy kink… Never really used a lot of toys. Well. Not like these. My sex life has been pretty straightforward.”

Bucky indicated your room and you looked around. And then back at him.

“My sex life is pretty straight forward, Mr. Barnes. I either relinquish control, or I gain it from my partner. I am a Switch. Which means that I can be dominant.”

You stared at him and he flashed back to the meeting in your office.

“Or submissive. Sometimes it depends on the day, the mood I’m in. Or sometimes I can be both within a matter of minutes.”

Bucky started breathing hard. He felt intoxicated, but he could usually hold his liquor and this was only his third drink.

Must have been you.

Bucky stood up, if only to maintain control.

You noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled into your drink. You watched as he examined the toys that were on your walls, and the equipment built in taking the opportunity to roam away from you. He stopped at the restraints. He sipped his drink and looked up to see how it was connected to a track in the ceiling. You observed his curiosity. You could read him like a book.

“These look like they can move anywhere you want them in the room.”

His voice was plaintive, soft, and wistful.

“They can. They come in very handy in some scenes. Do you want to see how they work? Do you want to play with me?”

You put your drink down, walked over to the wall and raised your arms very slowly and deliberately. The invitation was unmistakable. Bucky almost fell to his knees, but instead took another drink and moved closer to you. He looked in your eyes and then up at the restraints, leaning close to pull one down. The crank of gears was a satisfying sensation that helped set the mood as he lengthened the chain to which they were attached.

Bucky opened the latch and enclosed your wrist in his large hand, caressing you with his thumb. This tenderness was unexpected and you normally wouldn’t have allowed it, but James Barnes was proving to be your weakness.

He looked into your eyes again and then fastened your arm into place. The way you sighed and settled into being restrained made his cock even harder. He fastned the other wrist and witnessed a distinct change in your demeanor. You were definitely more relaxed. You looked up at him and he was under your spell.

Those eyes had a hold on him.

“Thank you, Sir. My words are simple: green for good, yellow for caution, nearing my limit, and red for stop immediately.”

You looked up at him. And Bucky understood that he was responsible for you now.

“Good girl.”

You trembled and bit your lip.

“Would you like for me to show you the range of the restraints?”

“Yes.”

You took a deep breath and stepped forward, Bucky walked backwards, not wanting to take his eyes off you. You walked around the perimeter of the room and Bucky stopped to watch you, observing your legs, your ass and your breasts which were slipping out of the leather bodice.

Bucky stood in the center of the room. He pointed to a spot in front of him.

“Come here.”

You did as he asked and stood, waiting for a command.

Bucky reached for your bodice and pulled the cups down, letting your breasts fully spill out.

“Be still.”

Your body thrilled as Bucky lowered his mouth and licked each of your nipples, making them pebble against the air of the room. Then, he straightened and watched your face as he twisted your nipples with increasing intensity.

“What is your word?”

“Green, Sir. I’m used to clamps.”

Bucky slapped your breasts and pulled on your nipples, making you bite your lip and fluids leak down your thighs.

“I didn’t ask for all that information.”

You cast your eyes down, pleased at how this was going. Bucky jerked your chin up, then kissed you, mouth bruising your lips. Then he pulled back and his hand traveled down to your waist and around, squeezing your ass, and then back round to finger your folds through the leather. His fingers found snaps.

“Eyes on me.”

Bucky slid down to his knees and carefully freed your lower body from the leather. Bucky looked up at you as he placed one thigh on his shoulder. Then he gazed at your most intimate physical part.

“I’ve wondered how you would look, feel, and taste down here.”

You bit your lip, but did not respond as his fingers reached up to feel your wet folds, and to dip into your heat. His eyes dropped with the pleasure of anticipation, then he looked straight at you.

“You are going to give me an orgasm, when I tell you. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

You whispered it. You’d never been this overwhelmed.

Bucky pinched your clit.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Ah! Yes, Sir!”

You screamed it into the room and creamed on his fingers. He was fucking you with them now, and the only thing holding you up was Bucky’s strong hand.

Irrationally, you dreamed of running your hands through Bucky’s hair as his face moved into your creamy center. But you were restrained. And it was for your good.

It would not do to fall for James Barnes.

Bucky maintained eye contact as he began eating you out. You tasted like pomegranates and the feel of your velvet innermost parts on his tongue was sublime. He could only imagine how you would feel wrapped around him. He wanted to take his cock out right then for some relief, but he decided to focus on you.

You watched, heard, and felt him lick, slurp and suckle your labia, cunt, and clit, and you gave him what he wanted quckly. And all over him.

Bucky stood up, taking off his drenched shirt, eyes on fire.

“Good girl.”

He reached for you and kissed you again, giving you a taste of you. He unbuckled his belt and you trembled, but he didn’t do what you were expecting.

“My turn.”

He was leading you back to the wall.

“Can you let me experience the other side, Inanna?”

You didn’t imagine that he would assent so quickly.

“Oh, Yes, Sir.”

You smiled at him as he unfastened you. You stepped away from the wall and flexed your wrists, testing your flexibility. Bucky reached for your hands to soothe them and you shoved him against the wall, much like you did at your first meeting. Your forearm was against his throat, but your breasts were pressed against his chest.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?”

Bucky grinned.

“No, Inanna.”

“Then don’t. Unless I order you to.”

“Yes, Inanna.”

“What are your words.”

“Same as yours, Inanna, Red, Yellow, Green.”

He was inordinately happy.

You slapped Bucky’s face, and you saw that tongue poking the cheek you’d just reddened.

“Wipe that fucking smile off your face.”

Bucky just stared at you, waiting for you to continue.

You pressed your forearm harder, and watched as Bucky gasped for breath. You released him and you could tell he was suppressing a smile.

“Hands up, Mr. Barnes.”

You stayed where you were, your breasts brushing against his chest and driving him crazy as you fastened him in. He craved you already and even though you were right there. Even though he was fastened to the wall, Bucky felt free.

This was the best feeling ever.

You pulled Bucky’s zipper down and reached into his pants, finding more than suitable. You looked down and smile.

“Oh, Mr. Barnes. Looks like you’ve made a mess of yourself. Am I always going to have to clean you up?” Bucky stopped himself from nodding vehemently at the promise of more.

You dropped his pants around his ankles, hemming him up not only by his arms, but by his ankles as well.

You kneeled down and rubbed him from tip to balls, and extended your fingers behind, ghosting over his hole.

“Hmmmm. About nine inches. And thick too.”

You looked up at Bucky, almost giving him a heart attack.

“I am pleased.”

You licked him all over, collecting all of the fluid on his cock, then you deep throat him, causing a low rumbling moan in his throat. You proceeded to give him the filthiest pep talk he ever had between your slurps and gags. Your fingers teased him to the point of delirium. He’d never felt like this before.

“Why do I want fuck you with my strap, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky pulsed in your hands involuntarily at that. It was unexpected. You stood up and pulled his mouth open, spitting on his tongue.

“Swallow.”

He did as he was told and pulsed for you again, mouth falling open for you to kiss him.

“You like that idea, hunh? Getting as good as you give?”

You began to tug on his cock, stroking him for dear life as he whimpered under your control.

“Don’t worry. We’ll start with 6 inches. I’d bet you’d cum all over the place.”

Bucky buried his head in your shoulder as you jacked him mercilessly, afraid of his feelings about the situation.

“I’d go easy on you. At first. We could start with a plug. I’d have you, ass up on my bed, legs wide, while I lick that special hole of yours, and then push it in slowly. Then, I’d turn you over and then ride your cock into the sunset.”

You were stroking his cock and grasping his neck, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“D’you think you could you fuck me well enough? Do you have it in you to put it in me? Do you want to be my Puppy?”

This time, Bucky nodded.

You slapped him again.

“Can I use your cock for my pleasure? Any time I want?”

Bucky’s pupils were blown, and his mouth was open and gasping for breath.

HIs tongue came out and moistened his lips, his eyes on the point where your hard nipples were pressing into his chest as you stroked him.

“I’m going to fit you to my throat again. And you better not cum.”

Those words almost made Bucky cum on the spot and when he saw you on your knees, he wasn’t sure he was up to the challenge.

You worked and kneaded his balls firmly, careful not to hurt him, but just on the edge of pain. It was so much pleasure.

“Mmmmmm. A cock ring. That is what you need to control yourself. Right Puppy?” Bucky would have agreed to anything at this moment.

You stroked him over your breasts, his tip rubbing your nipples and then you licked him from root to tip, plunging your mouth around him as you deep throated him again. Your tongue and throat were magic, Bucky went to stroke your hair, but his hands were restrained and he almost lost it.

The feeling was indescribable. He whined.

“Love to hear your cute little sounds, Puppy. So adorable.”

You spit on his cock and took him in your mouth again, pulling suction on his member and pushing him down your throat to make him dangerously close. Then you stopped.

Bucky’s whines and sounds were getting to you. You needed to get off again.

You peeled off your garment and lay down in front of him.

“I’m going to get off Puppy. You watch and you better not cum. Pay attention.”

Your eyes watched his jumping cock as Bucky’s eyes were plastered to your hands, which pulled at your nipples and circled your clit in tight, insistent, fast circles. You saw his balls draw up and his cock jack higher.

“Careful, Puppy. You don’t want to cum all over me right now. Don’t do it.”

You started inserting your fingers and all of a sudden your back arched and you squeezed your breast and your orgasm began. Unfortunately, so did Bucky’s.

“Fuuuuccckkkkk!”

Bucky roared. He had never come so hard before, untouched, and all over everywhere.

“Oh no… Puppy. You didn’t….”

You sounded disappointed as you played in his cum and Bucky pumped more spend on you.

You got up and walked into the adjacent room to take a 5 minute shower to clean up while leaving Bucky restrained.

While apart, both of you contemplated what just happened. You thought of ways to pump the brakes and Bucky was scheming on how to make you his. Both of you knew you were doomed.

You came out in a white robe and your hair tied up. You looked more beautiful than ever, and relaxed.

You smiled at him as you released him from the restraints and handed him a warm towel.

“Clean up. You are welcome to use my shower. Unfortunately, because you did not follow my instructions, you will need to leave. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Before Bucky could respond, you were gone through another door, leaving Bucky to quickly shower and dress, and make his way down the stairs.

He found himself out on the street, hearing the door latch behind him. He wanted to turn back around and pound on the door for you, but he just texted Robbie.

Halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge, a message appeared on his phone from an unknown number.

Let’s do business, I have some contingencies, but I’ll sign the contract. Call me tomorrow to set up a meeting. – Inanna

Bucky saved the number and smiled.

Sharon texted a moment later.

“Well? Did you get what you wanted, Bucky?”

Bucky ignored the text and asked himself, “Who the hell is Bucky?”

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Chapter Four - You’re both idiots

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 5

Series Masterlist

And so begins the routine. Bucky comes in once or twice a week, clearing out half your stock each time. Sometimes he’s alone, sometimes with his various men. Thor and Steve come by a lot - Thor is always overly sweet to Wanda and treats her with renewed respect under your watchful eye.

You also meet Sam, who seems to hold a similar rank in the organisation as Steve. Sam is one of the nicer ones, he’s cheerful and personable - always makes an effort at small talk. Most of the others just glare at you over the counter.

You’re fascinated by the dynamics, often able to gauge a man’s status in the group based on how Bucky interacts with them. Some, like Steve, he listens to carefully and seems to take on board whatever they suggest. Others he just looks at with utter disdain, annoyed he even has to speak to them.

Despite your fears about becoming a ‘mob’ establishment, they’re never anything but respectful and polite to you, Wanda and the other customers. You’re certain Bucky makes sure of that. Pepper is delighted that the profits have soared since Bucky’s frequent visits so you can’t imagine she’d have an issue with the clientele either.

Each time he comes in he makes a beeline for you and you feel butterflies in your stomach as your heart races. He'll smirk at you as he approaches. Never quite a proper smile, but a smirk you'll take for now. The way he looks at you almost floors you every time, the intensity of those eyes is suffocating. Sometimes it feels as if he can see into your soul, see each of your silly little thoughts, raking over them and seeking out your essence.

If you’re not there then he’ll ask Wanda where you are, but strangely he always seems to know when you’re on shift, even if they’re changed at the last minute. He starts coming in on certain days of the week and soon it becomes your highlight of those days, the exciting anticipation of knowing he’ll be in soon. You'll glance up expectantly every time the bell goes knowing eventually it'll be him standing in your eyeline.

The two of you engage in a routine now. He teases you, you tease him. Sometimes he makes fun of your mucky overalls and you’ll rag on him about his tips. You’re careful not to be too cheeky in front of his men, understanding where his boundaries lie. Still, sometimes you’ll push them for a little excitement and he’ll give you a warning look if you’re being a bit overly familiar, but you can tell from his trademark smirk that he’s not really fazed.

The furthest you’d gone was when he came in by himself one morning. The shop was empty bar Wanda working out back so you thought you’d really test the waters. You were on his side of the counter tidying up stock when he started playing with you about a smear of frosting you’d somehow got on your face. You’d allowed him to continue for a little while before wordlessly picking up a cupcake, sticking two fingers into the frosting and rubbing them across his cheek in retaliation.

He froze and you froze. For a terrible moment you thought you’d finally pushed him too far until he grabbed the mauled cake and tried to push it back into your face as you squealed and attempted to throw yourself backwards to get away. He was fast though, somehow ending up pinning you against the counter with his sturdy thigh holding you in place. Your breaths were short and shallow as you gripped his wrists and tried to fight him off, hypnotised by his gaze as he leaned his face closer to yours and-

Wanda came running out from the back, terrified you were hurt based on all the noises you were making. Bucky quickly released you and you shot back behind the counter, smoothing your hair and clearing your throat as you rung him up. He just grabbed a napkin and casually wiped his cheek like it was all a typical transaction. Your heart was beating hard in your chest as you sent him on his way, you could feel the heat radiating between your thighs as you calmed down.

Wanda just stared at you with her arms crossed, her face spoke for her.

Sometimes, when it's just him, you talk. No games, just conversation as you pack up his cakes. It started with idle chatter and then it somehow developed into everything from your childhoods to politics. Sometimes he stays long after you've rung him up, chatting away as he clutches his boxes, perpetually hovering by the door as if he's about to leave. You find it easy to talk to him, as if you’ve known him your whole life. It’s always organic, simple. You forget who he is and then Steve will walk in and whisper something to him and it's like a rude reminder.

You feel yourself developing feelings for him, despite the warning voice in the back of your head. You find yourself getting caught up and daydreaming at work. You think of his perfect face and his broad shoulders, the way a strand of hair will fall forward and he'll absentmindedly scrape it back. Imagining what it would be like to kiss him…to wake up with him....to feel his fingers dance across your hips...

Wanda is baffled by this burgeoning friendship or flirtation or however you choose to categorise it. She’ll watch from afar as you stare at him from across the counter and play your little games.

“So when are you two going to get it out of your system?” She asks late one afternoon as you’re both closing up for the day.

“Huh?” You respond, unsure what she means.

“You and Bucky” she scoffs. “You’re practically fucking on the store floor every time he comes in so you might as well get it over with”.

You turn to face her, shocked by her directness. Wanda always speaks her mind but she’s not normally so…plain speaking about it.

“Whoaaaaa” you exclaim. “I mean yeah. Obviously he’s gorgeous. And obviously I enjoy…whatever it is exactly that we do. But it’s just flirting. It’s just a thing he does when he comes in here. Doesn’t really mean anything” you shrug.

Wanda just stares back at you, unimpressed. “Uh huh. Yeah. And how many hundreds of dollars has he given you, exactly?”

You jeer, shrugging your shoulders and shaking your head dismissively.

“Not…that much. Besides, he’s rich. It’s like giving me a dollar each time when you look at it in relation to his net worth…”

Wanda just rolls her eyes. “Right. Yeah. Sure. I’m sure he does the same with all servers at any store he goes in…”.

You chew your lip. “I mean…maybe? None of my business what he gets up to in his free time…”

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Wanda asks.

You glare back at her like that was the stupidest suggestion you’d ever heard.

Wanda takes one look at your face and instantly backs down, holding her hands up in surrender. “Alright…sorry”.

“I don’t even know if I want to go out with him” you admit. “I like him a lot. And wow, he’s a babe. But…his whole world you know? The mob? That life isn’t for me. I’m just a baker” you tell her bashfully.

"First of all, you're not just anything - so get that through your skull..."

You smirk appreciatively at her.

“Second of all...I mean, I get it. I never would’ve seen this particular development coming for you” she laughs, and you laugh too. It is all quite ridiculous, after all.

“But it’s clear to anyone who’s been in the bakery at the same time that there’s something there” Wanda continues.

“I’m not saying you need to marry the guy and be the glamorous mob wife at his court dates wearing a show stopping outfit…but a date might be just what you need. Even if it’s to prove that this is just a fun flirtation and you don’t have anything else in common”.

You nod thoughtfully. “I mean you’re right, I would look great in court…”

Wanda throws a cleaning rag at you and you both giggle for a minute.

“But I can’t let him win, Wanda”.

“What….?”

“I can’t let him win. If I ask him out then he’s won. But if he asks me out then I win. You see? I’m doing well so far, I can’t throw the race” you explain.

Wanda just stares at you like you have two heads.

“You’re both idiots. You know that?” She deadpans.

You nod. “Oh of course. But I still want to win”.

As you’re walking home that evening you’re lost in thought, pondering your next move with Bucky. Maybe Wanda was right. Maybe you should just bite the bullet and go for it. What have you got to lose? Yes, he was scary - but not to you. Never to you. In fact you’d seen softness within him. A genuine, sweet and funny guy under the frightening surface. Dating that guy very much appealed to you. A mobster not so much, but you liked the other guy. Besides, it could be an adventure, right? A fun story for the next time you met up with your friends at least. Shit, you really should call them.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw a dark SUV parked up across the street, and your stomach dropped momentarily. Maybe it was your imagination but you could’ve sworn you saw that same one this morning hovering near your apartment block.

Was that…Bucky‘s car?

No. Surely not.

You racked your brains trying to remember any distinguishing features of his car when you’d helped him with the boxes that time…but nothing came to you. You couldn’t even remember a single digit of the license plate.

You looked over at the car again and it suddenly took off, disappearing down a different street. The windows were dark so you couldn’t make out the driver or any passengers.

You were being silly.

Still. You added the last three digits of the plate into your phone notes. No harm in that, right?

This was New York City. There were SUVs everywhere. In fact you probably had seen that one before. You worked in this neighbourhood, the driver probably did too. They were probably travelling to and from work just like you were.

You knew this was the logical explanation.

Still…a small part of you suddenly felt a sense of dread deep within your gut.

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Warnings: fluff, angst, self-loathing!Bucky, mentions of PTSD, light mentions of racism

Summary: His head wasn’t clear and you were just in the way of his anger. || Soulmates AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: ~6k

A/N: This took too much time to edit and I’m pretty sure there’s still some mistakes. Anyway, it’s almost my birthday which means I want to do something for it here. Let me know if you guys want a drabble day or something like that. Enjoy!

*the strong urge to avoid someone or something*

Bucky grabbed a pen and looked around for a paper, telling Tony to calm down over the phone. When he finally gave up on finding a piece of paper, he opted to switch hands and scribble the address down on his right arm. He mentally thought that he should be happy for being ambidextrous even though it was Hydra’s doing, but Tony’s voice made Bucky tune back into reality before he could get too lost in his head.

“That’s the restaurant and remember to wear something casual,” Tony started, ranting about Morgan’s birthday dinner party. Gone was the Tony Stark that wanted every magazine to know his whereabouts and have overly sized parties. Now he would rather spend time in a diner that Steve had taken Morgan to, which she absolutely adored, and only have his family there.

Him and Pepper had the life that Bucky had wanted. He knew that they were soulmates, hearing about the time when Pepper had written a time and place on her forearm to meet with a client. Tony’s forearm had displayed the exact writing—and he claims to have recognized the handwriting—and decided to drop by the place where he pulled Pepper’s sleeve up and finally found his soulmate. They had their ups and downs, but they complemented each other and brought out the best in each other.

Bucky figured that that was what soulmates did. Complement each other. Brought out the best in each other. Complete each other. Help when one didn’t help themselves. He sometimes couldn’t help but wish he knew his soulmate, but he had decided it was better if he didn’t meet them. The Winter Soldier was still infamous for his actions, no matter how many times Bucky joined the Avengers for a mission to save the world—or universe. The lingering stares and whispered hatred followed him and he was sure it would eventually get too much for his soulmate.

Unless it was Natasha, he guessed, having been through something similar, Though she had found her soulmate a while before Bucky showed up. Steve had always thought that Peggy was his only soulmate in existence, but fate had proved him wrong when he had seen Natasha’s perfect cursive cross his arm as she drew out the words she wanted to get tattooed one day. Bucky had realized that they were a perfect match in more than some ways. The two were always coordinated and in sync, so it didn’t phase anyone on the team.

“I know,” Bucky huffed out, head snapping up as the doorbell echoed throughout his apartment. He looked at the clock and knew that there was only one person who could be here this late at night—it was only nine, but no one showed up that late. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Tony.”

“Yeah, alright, Buckaroo. And don’t forget to wear your happy face,” Tony said before hanging up on him. Not unusual for the genius, billionaire, philanthropist. Bucky had long gotten used to it, knowing he hung up on everyone, except Pepper and Morgan. Bucky couldn’t even resent him for that—Bucky would never dare hang up on Pepper or Morgan.

The doorbell chimed again and Bucky rolled his eyes, placing his phone on the island of his kitchen and walking towards the main entrance. He paused for a second when he caught the scent of cinnamon, hand frozen on the doorknob. It reminded him of a sweeter time, a bittersweet memory surfacing with hazy edges and leaving the lingering taste of a velvety texture in his mouth.

He twisted the door open.

“Hey, Bucky!” Sam said, barging in and toeing off his shoes without wasting a second for an invitation. He had gotten used to that ever since Sam decided to move into the apartment across from him. Even though he used to do it before moving into the building. It was just more prominent now to Bucky, the barging in with late night leftovers or pastries and sweets from the bakery down the street. The one where that sweet woman, who Sam didn’t shut up about ever, worked.

“What do you want?” That was his regular greeting and Sam accepted it.

“Well, you know that bakery down the street?”

“No, I don’t.”

Sam ignored him and said, “That girl I told you about tried out this new recipe with cinnamon buns and wanted me to try them, but being the good friend I am, I brought some for you to try too.”

“Jee, thanks,” Bucky drawled out as Sam placed the buns into the two plates Bucky owned. He had only one before, but Sam bought one for himself and left it here for things like these.

There was a reason why he never invited people over.

The living room had one two-seater with a small side table that was usually stacked with books from a shop he had found tucked between a few larger buildings. The carpet was actually a blanket that Bucky had bought a few years ago and often used it as a mattress. The two bedrooms were practically empty, a bed and a night table the only two things in each. Bucky used neither rooms nor the dining room, hence why there was no table in there. The two stools were pulled up against the island in the kitchen where Bucky, and Sam occasionally, ate any meal.

“Well, you are very welcome,” Sam sassed, chuckling to himself as Bucky’s broody mood lightened slightly at the familiar sight of cinnamon buns. “The woman said that she finally has a lead on her soulmate, y’know?

“That’s good for her,” Bucky said, not exactly in the mood for more soulmate bullshit. His left arm was permanently gone from existence so if his soulmate was right-handed, the chances of finding her decreased immensely. So there was more that Hydra took from him then. If he focused on it, he could probably find about a gazillion things they had taken from him. His sanity being the first one. Control, emotions, soulmate, time, name, the list could go on and on.

Sam bit into a bun and groaned, falling into the stool and smacking the island with his hand twice. Bucky bit back an insult, feeling like Sam was being a bit more dramatic than usual for something so small. He was used to the sounds and compliments that left his mouth after a bite, but the actions were new. And Bucky could say they were stupid and unnecessary, but held back because the previous pastries had been good too.

“Good sweetness, this is amazing,” Sam moaned, making Bucky pick up his own cinnamon bun. He eyed it with distaste, but bit into it anyway.

He felt his heart warm as the heat of the bun hit his tongue. Then the flavours flooded his mouth, bursting through the dough and making him inhale sharply. The sweet taste of cinnamon made him lick his lips. The light pinch of strawberry made his mouth water, desperate to take another bite and another. He barely registered when he had taken the second bite, the flavour of the pastry making him feel fuzzy and cozy. Comfortable.

“So,” Sam stressed out, his eyes already telling Bucky that he was about to tease him, “how is it?”

“It’s good,” Bucky grunted, putting the bun back on the plate while his face burned. He averted his eyes from Sam, wiping his fingers against his thigh and then flicking the dust off of his sweatpants. He didn’t know what it was about the bun, but it made him flustered. Nervous. Unsettled. There was a memory attached to cinnamon, that much he had clicked together. He just had a gut-sinking feeling that the memory was connected to his mother.

His mother had already been a sore topic of discussion. He could remember his sisters just fine, Rebecca being the most occurring between her, Eleanor, and Mary. Other than Rebecca, the three of them had bright steel-blue eyes. Rebecca had inherited his mother’s brown eyes, but she looked like the feminine version of Bucky. He remembered the countless times someone had pointed it out, saying that they could have been twins if Rebecca was a bit older. His father had always laughed and said it was in his strong genes that the two of them looked like him.

Steve had tried to talk about his mother—the one he barely even recognized—but Bucky had somehow managed to ignore all of those conversations. Steve, retired with Natasha by his side, had yet to finish a whole sentence about Winifred Barnes in front of Bucky.

“I was wondering,” Sam started, giving Bucky a glare when he sighed, “if you were going to Morgan’s birthday party?”

“I am,” Bucky replied, lifting up his bun and eyeing it, pondering on whether he wanted to indulge in the memory or not. If he took a bite and remembered what made cinnamon so special to him, maybe he would finally remember the brown eyes he adored and the warm arms that welcomed him home everyday after school.

“Great! We’re going together then,” Sam stated and stuffed the last piece into his mouth. Bucky cringed inwardly and shook his head.

“No.” Bucky put his bun down and Sam eyed it.

“Yur nof guha eaf faf?” Sam pointed at the bun, voice muffled, but gestures telling Bucky exactly what he was asking. Bucky rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively, watching Sam jump in his stool slightly before grabbing the piece from his plate. Sam swallowed down the piece that was in his mouth and added, “We’re so going together tomorrow. My car’s at the shop.”

“Why?” That was the one question Bucky ever asked. He found it easier to ask that and have the other person continue to talk than small talk. Idle chit-chats that he could barely remember were the worst and his biggest nightmare at this point.

“Well, the engine started making this noise,” Sam began, gesturing with his hands and elaborating on the noises more than Bucky wanted. Bucky’s shoulders started to relax as he realized he was in for a long night.

———

Sunlight glared at him through the blinds, waking him from the dreamless sleep he was finally getting. Bucky begrudgingly rolled out of his makeshift bed, cursing Sam for staying until midnight watching Disney’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs after Bucky let it slip that he took his sister to go watch it. He rushed down the steps of his apartment building, still shrugging on his damn flannel and biting into his plum as he turned the corner. He finished it off by the time he had crossed the street, sending up a hand to a car that had stopped for him.

His shoulder knocked into someone as he entered the bakery, desperate to have something in his stomach before he took the subway into Manhattan. He muttered out an apology—the person had already disappeared—and continued his venture into the bakery Sam always talked about. Bucky had never been inside nor had he realized that it was a cafe/bakery. The scent of coffee and pastries made him pause for a second before he stepped into the queue. Ordering his coffee and paying for it, he found himself looking around the place.

It was made to look vintage, that much was obvious. The walls were a cool brown colour with beige accents creating swirly patterns around the whole cafe. The tables and stools lined up on the walls were another shade of brown that matched the round tables in the middle of the floor. The chairs for the tables were a light cream colour that matched the ceiling and the register counter. There were pillar replicas cut to fit into the corners of the walls, ninety degrees perfectly.

Once the barista called his name and held out his coffee, he rushed forward to grab and then walked out of the bakery. Cafe. Cafe/bakery place. He turned slightly as he walked away to glance at the name; Moonstruck. That didn’t help calm the debate happening in his head. Was it a cafe or a bakery? Is it both? Is it—

“Hey, Buck!” Sam called out from behind, a cunning smile on his face. He waved a hand teasingly as he lightly jogged over, a coffee in his hands as well. “Thought you could go without me, did you?”

Bucky rolled his eyes and continued to walk away, muttering, “Don’t know what I was thinking.” He took a sip of his coffee and looked up just in time to avoid a collision with a cyclist.

“I’m gonna ignore that and—” Sam paused to sip his coffee and gave the cyclist a glare— “tell you flannels are a good look on you.”

Bucky glanced down at his attire and shrugged dismissively. His black pants, black shirt, and red flannel were nothing to compliment. He found them all too casual and, quite frankly, the only decent pair of clothing he had for this outing. He didn’t say anything to humour Sam, instead taking another few sips of his coffee. It was good, very well-made, but that was another thing Bucky kept to himself.

“Oh! You got that coffee from Moonstruck, didn’t ya? I’d recognize that logo from a mile away,” Sam started, wiggling his eyebrows when Bucky sent him a glare. They reached the station, taking the steps down and scanning their cards to get in. Sam had, thankfully, kept his mouth closed for the time they waited for the subway to arrive, sipping his coffee and sending smiles at a particular woman who kept eyeing him with a smirk.

They both had to stand in the subway; apparently Saturdays in the middle of fall meant rush hour in the early afternoons. Bucky wondered briefly if he had rode in the subway back in the 40s. He knew there were working subways in New York then, but he doubted he ever took it. If he had to compare the money his parents had back then, he was sure they would be living as luxurious as Tony was now. They had a car and some foods that others would have had to work for months straight for.

As the subway started nearing the stop they were due to get off at, Sam started getting jittery.

“Do you think Steve’s gonna be there?” He asked, eyes darting to Bucky as he leaned against a divider. After Steve had given the mantle over to Sam, Sam had been doing nothing but trying. His view on the idealistic Captain America was different from what Steve’s was. He wanted Captain America to not just represent the country and the people in it, but also shed light on what America really was. It wasn’t the best country in the world, nor was everyone living in it the best people. Sam wanted to put that out to the world.

Bucky and Steve could respect him for it. Sam thought that they wouldn’t, simply because they didn’t share the same life experiences as him. They didn’t have police pulling up behind them already on high alert, just based on the colour of their skin. They didn’t have to endure the stares and subtle gestures of moving away or moving something away from them. Sam had explained what he saw Captain America to be with hesitancy, seemingly fully expecting the two to laugh in his face or tell him that it was wrong. But they had nodded solemnly and agreed, knowing that they would never know the struggles but could at least try to understand and help in any given way.

“Probably,” Bucky replied after a moment of thinking, shrugging. His one-word answer wasn’t enough for Sam.

“You think he watches the news? They’ve been dragging my name through the dirt with last week’s disaster,” he continued, grabbing the rail as the subway stopped to let passengers down at the stop. Last week’s disaster meant the tabloid of Sam talking to Zemo before the Wakandans took him in. He had watched a news channel dissect the picture, drawing to the stupidly hilarious conclusion that Sam had links to Hydra. The mere idea was laughable.

“Don’t worry,” was all Bucky grumbled out, stepping between a few people as they made their way to the doors. It wasn’t the best thing to say because Sam let out a frustrated sigh and had an irritated expression on his face. Bucky knew he should have had more things to say, to comfort Sam, but words were complicated. Bucky could never find the right ones and he found himself cutting his sentence down to just a few words.

The speakers went off with an automated voice telling them to stay clear of the door just before a ding and the doors slid open. Sam and Bucky slipped out of the subway, moving past the crowd that waited to get on and jogged up the stairs out to Manhattan. The stench in the air never failed to make Bucky’s throat itch for a few minutes. It was better when they passed the rush of the tourists and traffic in central Manhattan and made their way towards where the diner was nestled. Sam decided against saying anything for the time being and Bucky was thankful.

———

“Ay! Buckaroo and Cappie made it!” Tony announced, clapping Sam on the back as Sam glared at him. Tony kept his grin on his face, making it bigger for the sheer amusement of seeing Sam get all riled up at the nickname. Bucky had long accepted his, hearing it from Morgan a few times, said just a hair wrong and decided it was cute.

“Buckaroo!” Morgan shouted at the top of her lungs and ran straight towards Bucky, launching herself at him. Bucky, being an ex-assassin and having been greeted like this since the third time, let a smile grace his lips as he extended his arms just in time to catch her mid-jump.

“Hey, Mags.” He felt her arms wrap around his neck and arms around his middle as he held her close to his body, giving her a long hug before squeezing her tightly and letting her go. She jumped in his arms, bright eyes looking right at him with an excitement he hadn’t seen before.

“Did you write the address on your arm?” She asked, eyes widening as she whipped her head to look over her shoulder before turning back to look at him, hair slapping his cheek lightly each time. Bucky cocked an eyebrow and nodded slowly. She grinned wider, if that was possible with her small cheeks and face, and said, “Your soulmate’s here!”

Bucky’s heart dropped, feeling the blood drain out of his face and head towards his ears, thumping loudly. His face must have been somewhere between shock and horror, but Morgan mistook his expression for surprise and wriggled in his arms to be put down. She darted towards the back of the diner, towards his soulmate, shouting something at him along the lines of come on, buckaroo, she’s waiting. Bucky snapped out of his initial shock, but it turned into panic. Full blown panic. His head was spinning with worry so he did the only thing he could do.

Run.

Fight or flight, and he, like a coward, took the latter. He spun around on his heels, knocking his shoulder against Sam as he exited the door they had just entered. His chest rose and fell with each laboured breath he took, a shiver licking up his spine as he felt the cold seep into his bones. It was deeply embedded, drawing out a shudder from him as he fell forward, one hand on the wall as he tried to catch his breath. His chest felt heavy, suffocating him from the inside, squeezing his ribs and never letting go. Breathing was getting harder and it felt better not breathing.

“Bucky?” Steve’s hand was on his shoulder, squeezing tightly to let him know that he was here. Bucky wanted to throw his hand off and tackle him to the ground, but all too soon, his mind cleared, breathing got easier, and his panic subdued to calmness. His eyes darted up, meeting yours with a sharp gasp.

“Why?” He asked, more harsh than he wanted to. He knew that soulmate’s could feel and transfer feelings, with so much more he had to discover, but he didn’t want you to do it. He was fine, suppressing his feelings from you for so long and pushing yours away from him, so why did you do it?

“I—I could feel it,” you said, almost hesitantly as if you knew he was trying to hide it. Sam, who Bucky hadn’t noticed, spoke up from beside you.

“This is bakery girl, man! You’ve had so much of her food to taste,” Sam started, gesturing to you with a sweep of his hands. “Y’know she’s a keeper when her food tastes that good.” Bucky’s eyes felt tighter as he looked at you, sensing the change in your mood the second he did. He didn’t even feel the sick and twisted smile on his face until he went to speak.

“So? What difference does that make? I. Don’t. Want. It,” he seethed out, grin fading out when he saw the tears in your eyes. The betrayal and hurt he felt at that moment was more painful than any bullets he had taken. Utter bullshit. The second a sob broke through your lips and you turned away, a piece of him broke. He was sure what it was—his arm, leg, nose, or whatever—but something broke. It left a stinging pain in his chest.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” Steve hissed, grabbing and pulling him to turn by his shoulder. Steve’s anger radiated off of him in waves, making Sam slip back inside with a single glance towards your figure in the distance. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Bucky muttered, not even meeting Steve’s eyes. He knew he screwed up, fucked up big time, but his mind was made. He was clear before with his thoughts about soulmates and the sudden appearance of his, of you, made him freak out. He wasn’t ready. He just wasn’t.

“Well, you better find the fuck out before I fuck up some else shit of yours, James,” Steve retorted with a slip of desperation.

“Get off of it, Steven,” Bucky tried, finally raising his eyes to meet his. Steve’s nostrils flared in anger, face turning the lightest shade of red as he grabbed Bucky by the shoulders and shook him.

“You better get your fucking act together, Barnes. That woman didn’t deserve being called it or your shit. Your anger is displaced; you’re mad at yourself, not her. You’re a fucking asshole when you don’t think, y’know that?” Steve finished ranting and glanced at the door to the diner. “Now, we’re gonna go in there and act like you didn’t just fuck up and then, later today, you’re gonna go apologize to her. And you make sure you do that properly. The second she stepped in here and realized who she might potentially be soulmates with, she baked a whole ass cake for Morgan. In blueberry flavour because Morgan had told her so when buying her slushie. She’s nice and didn’t even bat an eye when Wade showed up.”

“Hey,” Tony’s voice came, head peeking out of the door. His eyebrows furrowed as he took a quick sweep of the scene before sighing and stepping outside. “Go inside, Old Cap.” Steve scowled at the name, muttering something about the team being a pain in the ass before heading in with a shared glance with Bucky. Tony replaced Steve’s spot and held his hands up in mock surrender with a smirk on his face. Bucky started scowling at him.

“Look,” Tony started, putting his hands down and wiping the smirk off his face, “I don’t know what just happened, but I’ve got some clue with the way you ran out here like your ass was on fire. I don’t know what Steve said to you, but I’m not here to tell you what to do with your life. Though, you do need to get a life. Jokes aside, I felt the same way about soulmates as you do.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, scowl falling and a non-amused expression on his face, doubting that they thought the same way about soulmates. Tony rolled his eyes and huffed out an annoyed breath.

“Fine, not the exact same way, but similar. I—I was a fuck up. I screwed every woman who threw themselves at me and the ones who didn’t, I tried my best to break down to the point they’d want to throw themselves at me. I—Pepper never cared much about that side of me. But she saw and saw past it. When I found out she was my soulmate, her handwriting gave her away. But I didn’t want it to be her. I couldn’t have had it be her, because she knew everything about me, from the drinking to the girls to my traumatic childhood. But—but she looked past it. She didn’t hate me or throw me out of her life. She gave me a chance.”

Tony looked at him expectantly, visibly awaiting an answer.

“What?” Bucky gruffed out, not seeing the point of this. He already knew that Tony was a womanizer and Pepper was a saint for putting up with him. The past few years had changed Tony in a good way and they all had Pepper and Morgan to thank.

Tony huffed out another annoyed breath, narrowing his eyes slightly and looking at Bucky as if he should have known what he was trying to say.

“If Pepper can forgive me for mistreating her for years, Y/N can forgive you for whatever impulsive asshole move you made.”

“Y/N,” Bucky mumbled, liking the taste of your name on his lips.

“Listen, Bucky.” Tony hesitated after that, but nodded and continued, “I’m not usually this sentimental or emotional, but I’m gonna be for your thick head to understand. Soulmates are better together. There’s this—this aching in your bones when you're not with them and—and their scent, their presence, calms you. Pepper, she makes everything feel better too. You go find her—after the party cause Morgan likes you more than anyone else—and tell her you’re sorry.”

Bucky nodded, finally realizing that the ache in his chest was just that. The feeling of being away from you was settling into his chest, deep in his bones, and his head was feeling light. It was the distance from you that was doing that to him. He was going to apologize, no matter how many times he needed to.

He figured he had a better shot at it, knowing Pepper forgave Tony.

———

The party was still in full blast when Bucky felt he had had enough of the building ache in his stomach. The ache seemed to worsen every time he felt a twinge of hurt, knowing exactly where it was coming from. Your tears, the anguish and hurt, all of it was digging a hole in his chest deeper and deeper. The invisible knife was twisting his insides as he gave Morgan a long hug and shook Tony’s hand. Tony gave him a smirk and pushed his glasses up his nose with the middle finger with a smug expression. Bucky ignored it, dropping his hand and walking out of the diner.

He took the subway back, keeping his head low as the dull throb in his head started to grow. It was gone in a few seconds—you had cut your emotions from him once again. Every time he had felt your emotions transfer over to him, they went away in a few seconds like you were trying to keep him from feeling what you were. He had done the same to you for years, so he deserved it—that’s what he kept telling himself.

All those years, he felt your emotions through the bond, but he never dwelled on those happy feelings. At first it was because Hydra pumped him up with shit that blocked his soulmate off completely. They kept him protected from your feelings, but that didn’t stop them from making him send nasty emotions your way. The rookies would take turns making him send you all kinds of emotions through the bond, some of which he was sure he would be thoroughly ashamed of if he remembered them all.

Then it was because he felt as if he didn’t deserve to be happy. He didn’t want the happiness that seemed to radiate from you everyday, so he pushed it back harshly, letting the tiniest bit of anger seep into you. Now, it was because he couldn’t let other feelings get the best of him. He had been going on missions, back-to-back, for three months and those missions would not have been completely with a sense of sympathy. Until Steve made him take this month off as their superior, he was blocking your emotions from reaching him. He let them seep through him a few times in the past month or so, relishing in the calmness.

The subway pulled to his stop and he got out as soon as the doors opened. He ran up the stairs, the hole in his heart starting to close the closer he got to your bakery. You were there. If the lights and shuffling were something to go by at least. His heart was ready to crumble when he peeked through the window and saw a teenager working his way through the shop with a broom. But then the kitchen doors were swinging open with you walking through, a pained smile on your face. Your tears had dried up, but there was no mistaking the puffiness around your eyes and the red tinge to them.

Bucky knocked and walked in, surprised to find the door unlocked.

“Sorry, we’re—” You cut off as your eyes landed on him. You took a moment to look at him carefully, eyes narrowing in both confusion and uncertainty, before directing your voice to the teenager. “Nico, you should go home now. Your mom said you needed to be back before eight and it’s already seven.”

“Are you sure you don’t—”

You turned towards Nico with a smile, thin-lipped, but a smile nonetheless, and said, “Go before I kick you out.” Nico grinned and shrugged, but placed the broom up against the wall, a pile of dust and garbage near the end of it and pushed past Bucky with a glare.

“Don’t fuck up,” Nico whispered as he paused to grab his hoodie from the coat rack by the door. Bucky gave a mere nod, one that was barely even there, and heard the door close behind him.

The tension that lingered in the air after Nico left made Bucky shift uncomfortably. He could tell the sun was going, probably touching the horizon with its end and painting the sky in orange and pink hues. The shop was going from warm to cold. The chatters and people that had kept it lively were gone, a quiet humming and buzzing coming from the kitchen. The displays were empty of the pastries and goods that were up in the morning, warm and fresh.

“Did—Did you need something?” The slightest crack in your voice made his eyes dart back to you, unaware of when they had drifted off of you in the first place. Your hands were playing with the hem of your sweater, one on the zipper and one fiddling with the end of it. Your feet shifted on the ground, going from straight to tilted to straight again.

“I, uh, I wanted to say sorry,” Bucky started, wincing when he tasted the words on his tongue. They didn’t feel right nor were they what you deserved. After what he said and did to you—not just today, but throughout your entire life—he had to give you more. He wanted to give you more and then some. “But I don’t think that’s enough. I—I want to show you that I’m sorry. Truly. Not anything half-assed or, you know, not real. I want to make it up to you.”

He stared at you for a long second. His eyes trailed over your eyes that had widened sometime through his little ramble, going down to your lips that pressed together in a thin line, and then to your hands that were no longer fiddling but fisted up together. You lifted one to comb through your hair, exhaling a gentle breath of a laugh. Your sweater rode up on your arm, his handwriting displayed across your forearm coming into view. A small smile appeared on your lips, one that only had the tips of your lips curling upwards.

“You can start by helping me clean up,” you teased, sniffling slightly and tilting your head at him. The smile on your face slipped as you whispered, “Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t,” Bucky agreed quickly, head nodding fast enough to leave him feeling lightheaded. “I just—I’m a little fucked up in the head. I’m not the best man in the world and you could definitely do better than me, so much better. So if—so if you don’t want me at all, if you want someone else—”

“I wouldn’t have stayed at the diner if I didn’t know what I was getting myself into,” you interrupted, voice soft and gentle. It was soothing enough for Bucky’s shoulders to sag with relief. He hadn’t noticed the tension in his body until then. You smiled again, a little more than the last one. “I mean, ending up at a diner with the Avengers who are basically in the media's limelight all the time, I kinda know what I was getting myself into.”

“It could have been Sam,” Bucky blurted out, trying to get a reading on you.

You eyed him curiously as you answered, “Unless he has two soulmates, I’m pretty sure I knew who it could’ve been.”

“What about—”

“Bucky,” you stressed, shaking your head as a breathy laugh escaped your lips. “You can’t push me away with your self-doubt or self-loathing. You’re stuck with me.”

That’s what he was doing. Pushing you to your edge with his constant self-hating and questions that would make anyone pull out their hair. He wanted you to be the one pushing him away after a slip-up, after a mistake, and be the one hurt. He wanted you to hurt him the way he hurt you. But you were smiling at him, laughing at his nagging questions, and trying to tell him that he was stuck with you.

You’re stuck with me.

That didn’t sound too bad.

“Bucky?” You took the few steps that were between you two and left a few inches of space between your bodies as you gazed up at him. “I know you’ve got baggage—Sam talked about his mystery friend up in that apartment building. He told him a few things here and there, letting me fill in the gaps. It didn’t take long for me to put the pieces together and chalk his friend up to being you.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and looked away from you. A soft and warm hand touched his cheek lightly, hesitant fingers trailing on his jaw, before you pressed your palm into his cheek and guided him to look at you.

“I’m willing to try this, Bucky, if you are.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered between your eyes, once or twice flitting down to your lips. He could feel his chest warm and bloom with something close to adoration, resolve crumbling the longer you stared at him. His jaw unclenched under your touch and, before you could pull away from him, he curled his left hand around your wrist gently, so light that it was feather-like. He twisted his head enough to place his lips against your pulse point, lingering as he caught the scent of cinnamon.

“I want to try,” he whispered, lips tickling the inside of your wrist as you grinned. His heart thumped against his chest in a way that made his insides melt, all in a good way. Your fingers patted his cheekbone lightly, tilting your head and narrowing your eyes slightly with a glint in them.

“Then get cleaning.”

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years

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Cause I have yet to find a fic with this topic, how about one where it takes where no Civil War happened and everyone is still one big happy (chaotic and world saving) family, and the team hears about Rogers the Musical so they go to see it, thinking it won’t be bad….but oh were they in for a surprise. The OG 6 are just reacting like Clint did in the series, meanwhile Sam, Bucky, Wanda, and Reader are just laughing their asses off and teasing them. And can it be Natasha Romanoff x avenger reader? Just some good ole Avenger Family bonding with Nat and R being a cute couple!

Rogers: The Musical || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: The best Musical around mentioned. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 3415 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon, I really appreciate it! This definitely needs to be a ‘What If’ episode concept lol. I hope you all enjoy! Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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*Italics/boldness represents dialogue from the Musical.

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Rogers: The Musical: Natasha Romanoff-

“I’m so bored, there’s nothing to do,” Wanda says exasperatedly as she flops herself down onto the couch opposite you.

You release a sigh in agreement with her as you place your phone down onto the coffee table in front of you, “I know right, we don’t even have any missions coming up to prepare for.”

Wanda hums in acknowledgment, “Should we watch some TV?”

You nod as you settle yourself further into your chair to get more comfortable; facing the TV screen.

Wanda uses a flick of her magic to grab the TV remote from the cabinet holding the TV system.

Once she switches it on a familiar phrase that you’ve all heard countless times on missions blasts through the speakers.

‘I Can Do This All Day!”

You and Wanda look towards each other in surprise as the screen is filled with what you could convince yourself as Steve Rogers’ double, dancing across a stage.

‘Rogers: The Musical!

The critically acclaimed show that’s taking NYC by storm.

Watch as your favourite Avengers come to life onstage at the Tony Award winning, Richard Rodgers Theatre.

With ‘I Can Do This All Day’ as their classic, hit musical single.

Rogers: The Musical, for tickets visit RichardRodgers.org’

As the commercial comes to an end, you can’t help but allow your mouth to hang open in utter shock- they made a musical about the Avengers!?

“I-I’m speechless, never did I think I would see Clint doing the splits on TV.” Wanda says as she looks over at you.

You can’t help but laugh in response; allowing a plan to form in your head, “Hey, the team hasn’t had a proper get together for a few weeks now.” You let out as you slowly bring yourself out of your chair to face Wanda.

Wanda becomes intrigued, “I think I like where this is going.”

“Well, I think we should all have a family-friendly night out at the theatre, what do you say?” You mischievously smile, knowing a few team members in particular won’t be best pleased with the musical of choice.

Wanda nods her head enthusiastically, “Let’s go ask the team!”

You both sprint to the meeting room, where most of the team members are finishing up some of their own mission reports that are due in for the coming week.

You instantly greet the members present before quickly making your way to your girlfriend- knowing she’ll be the hardest to convince.

“Hey, my love.” You speak in a sweet tone, hugging Natasha from behind, whilst she is sat on her chair.

Natasha turns around to smile sweetly at you, dragging you over to sit on her lap, “Hello detka, what are you doing in here? I thought you were relaxing.”

You snuggle into Natasha, “I was, but me and Wanda wanted to know if you guys wanted to go and see a show tonight?”

The rest of the team turn their attention away from their tasks.

“What kind of show?” Steve questions as he moves his papers aside to rest his arms on the desk in front of him.

“Oh, just some musical. It’s relatively new.” Wanda attempts to fill in Steve’s question without giving too much away.

“A musical, really? Why would we want to go to a musical?” Sam asks as he looks between you and Wanda in confusion.

“Trust me Sam, you’re going to love it.” You widen your eyes slightly to signal for Sam to go along with it- something the two of you made up for opportune pranking moments.

Sam releases a silent ‘ah’ before adding, “Oh yeah, cool, I’m up for that.” Sporting his signature, mischievous smirk on for effect.

Tony looks at you sceptically, “What are you up to y/l/n?”

You open your mouth in mock offence, “Me? Why, I just want our loving team to hang out and have fun. Is that a crime, Stark?”

Tony rolls his eyes at your antics, “What do you think Widow?”

You lift your gaze to Natasha, “Hmm, I don’t know. It doesn’t really sound like our thing.”

You pout at Natasha, “We’ll never know if we don’t try.” You say trying to convince her to agree to the show.

Natasha kisses your pout away, “Okay, I guess we aren’t doing anything else so yes, I want to go.”

You instantly snuggle back into Natasha with a smile, as she carries on annotating her mission report.

“I think it’s a great idea, we’ve all been so busy lately it will be nice to hang out together.” Steve says as he picks up his papers and drops them into the box ready to be delivered to Fury himself.

“I’m coming, but only if I get to pick where we eat afterwards.” Tony says as he leans back in his chair and places his feet on the table.

“Agreed, Clint, Bruce can you two make it?” Wanda asks.

They both nod in agreement, “I’m down, it beats sitting around doing nothing.” Clint says as he twirls his pen around in his fingers.

“I guess I can get some time away from the lab.” Bruce says as he swipes across on his device, viewing various test results.

“Perfect, I’ll ask Thor later on but I’ll book the tickets for let’s say the 7pm showing?” You ask the group, receiving multiple nods.

“Wait a minute, isn’t that new musical about Ste-“ Bucky starts to question until Wanda interrupts him.

“Step in time? No you’re thinking about Mary Poppins, that’s not the one we were thinking of watching.” You give Wanda an amused smirk at her excuse, causing her to glare over at you.

Bucky looks between the two of you puzzled, until Sam tells him to ‘just go with it’, knowing you and Wanda will explain your plan to them in good time.

—-

“What musical are we seeing again, detka?.” Natasha questions as you both make your way through the crowds of the busy streets of New York to catch up with the team.

Once you make it through the wave of people, you grab Natasha’s hand and start to gently swing it back and forth, “It’s a surprise, I think you’ll love it.”

Natasha gives you her signature smirk, “Oh yes, because I am Broadway's number one fan.” Natasha sarcastically replies.

You playfully smack her arm, earning a laugh from the red head, “No, but seriously what is it-“

Before Natasha can finish her question, you hear Tony shouting, “Rogers The Musical?!” Having seen the huge yellow, flashing poster decorating the front of the Richard Rodgers Theatre.

The whole team looks at each other in surprise, causing you and Wanda to smile victoriously.

“Since, uh when?” Thor lets out, pointing his finger up for dramatic effect.

You put your hands up in defeat, “Okay, okay so Wanda and I saw the commercial for the show and we couldn’t resist. In our defence, it did look rather entertaining.” You say in an attempt to defend the choice of show.

To your surprise, everyone looks quite excited.

“Well, what are we waiting for, let’s get this show on the road people!” Clint says as he leads the team to the theatre entrance.

Steve walks up alongside you to place a hand on your shoulder, “Thanks y/n, I’m sure it will be a great show.”

You smile at Steve appreciatively before Bucky walks over to drag him away, “Come on old man, you can’t keep your fans waiting.” Steve playfully fights Bucky to the doors of the theatre.

Just as you’re about to resume walking you feel a hand tug you back by your arm, causing you to look back, “Was this your plan all along?” Natasha asks with a hint of amusement.

You bite your lip in thought, “Hmm, most definitely, yes.”

Natasha shakes her head as she puts her arm around you and leads you across the sidewalk, “You’re lucky you’re cute. Now come on before I freeze my ass off.”

You pull Natasha closer as you pick up the pace to catch up with the team, genuinely curious as to what the show beholds for you and the Avengers.

————

The theatre is absolutely packed, clearly it wasn’t just you and Wanda who had the idea to organise a family day out to Rogers The Musical.

Luckily for the team, you managed to get seats right in the middle of the bottom set of seats; giving you all a perfect view of the stage and the entertainment you are about to witness.

You side-step through the gaps between the seats, scanning each letter and number combination assigned to each one to determine which seats are yours.

Once you finally make it to them, you all settle down into the cushioned seats to get comfortable.

You’re sat in between Natasha and Sam, as the rest of the team fill up the remaining spaces in your row; with Bucky and Thor on each opposing end.

You attempt to drown out the random chatter surrounding you so you can listen to what your team is saying as you wait for the show to start.

Tony picks up his complimentary show programme given to him at the door upon arrival, scanning it in displeasure, “Here’s something I don’t get, why is it not called ‘Stark The Musical’?” He asks in a serious tone.

You shake your head as you reach into your bag to grab a bottle of water you brought from the tower, to take a sip. Just as you bring the bottle to your lips, Natasha decides to reply to Tony’s question, “Because then no one would come and see it.”

The water doesn’t even have a chance to run down your throat before it is sent flying out of your mouth in shock response to Natasha’s brutal remark.

You let out a few coughs to compose yourself, causing Natasha to pat at your back soothingly; unfortunately for you, when you look back up in front of you a very disgruntled man is glaring at you, having been sprayed by your water outburst.

You’re about to apologise until the look of pure horror crosses his face and causes him to turn back around. You raise your eyes in suspicion until you look beside you and see Natasha sending her unnerving Black Widow scowl towards the man- ultimately frightening him from going off on you.

You rub at her cheek, causing Natasha to instantly relax and lean into your hand, “Play nice, my love.” You say, earning an eye roll from Natasha.

“You’re no fun.” She says as she grabs your hand from her face and links her fingers through yours.

Just as you’re about to respond the lights around you dim, signalling that the show is about to begin. That and the constant shushing Sam is letting out to everyone that still dares to speak.

The show’s logo of Captain America’s silhouette shines vividly on the stage’s curtains. Until the curtains start to open, revealing quite an impressive ensemble on stage.

There stands ‘Captain America’, center stage, surrounded by some of his most trusted allies.

Sam leans over to you and whispers, “This should be good.” Causing you to give him a playful smile.

Oh how you were all in for a treat.

————-

You don’t know how long it has been, but you’re enjoying every single minute of it.

The costumes, the dancing, the songs, it’s everything you could have hoped for to use as a way to tease your closest friends and girlfriend.

Throughout the duration of the show, everyone except you, Sam, Wanda and Bucky have slowly slouched further and further into their chairs. In hopes that they’d be swallowed whole by them to escape the embarrassment of seeing versions of themselves prancing around on stage.

You’ve long gone past the point of holding in your laughter, at this point Wanda, Sam, Bucky and yourself have matching red faces; with tears streaming down your cheeks. One line after another sends you into fits of laughter.

Just when you thought you could pull yourself together the show graces you with another gem of a line.

‘Captain America’s strong, and that Thor is a God; and lord knows they’re easy on the eyes.’

This causes Sam to clutch his side in pain from his continued laughter; Bucky is laughing into his clothing in an attempt to muffle the noises; Wanda is biting her lip trying to stop herself from laughing whilst being sat next to Steve himself.

As for you, you don’t even dare to look to the side of you, practically feeling Natasha’s glare burning into the side of your head.

To make matters worse, the Black Widow solo is coming up, and if you laugh you’ll probably be sleeping on the couch tonight.

The ‘Black Widow’ actress shows off her range of impressive tricks, attempting to finish off with some kicks and twirls around the stage.

You lean to Natasha, “You know, I still think your twirls are better.”

Natasha faces you with an unamused expression, “I’ll show you how much better my kicks are too if you laugh again detka.”

You pout until Natasha displays a smirk; knowing full well you’re just teasing her. She leans into you to resume watching the chaos unfold on the stage.

You take a moment to see how the others are doing: Tony is using his coat to shield himself from the audience surrounding him, desperate to escape recognition; Bruce is cringing furiously as the ‘Hulk’ pirouettes and smashes around the stage; Thor is asleep in his chair, which is entirely expected from him; Clint is watching the stage as though he doesn’t even know what is going on- to which he’s not alone on that one and finally Steve is resting his face on his hand, attempting to not cringe at the way ‘Captain America’ is leading the vocals with his iconic phrase.

You briefly hear Bucky excuse himself to use the restroom, most likely to beat the busy crowds that will surge that way once the show has finished.

Your limits are tested to the ultimate max when the next scene unfolds of ‘Hawkeye’ marching his way down some stairs very enthusiastically along to the lines of, ‘Hawkeye hit the bullseye, there’s no better shot than you!’

Wanda is the first to break on that one, receiving a disappointed side glance from Clint, “He’s ruining my image, I’m not supposed to be that happy.” Clint says in response.

“Clint, I think it’s safe to say all of our images have been ruined.” Natasha says as she attempts to hide her own amusement at her best friend’s displeasure.

“Tony you’ve got nukes to catch, be careful not to crash!” Sam mockingly sings towards Tony.

Tony removes his coat to lean forward and address Sam, not caring about those surrounding him, “Wilson, if you carry on you’ll be walking home.”

Sam laughs more, “Stark, it would be completely worth it.”

You playfully roll your eyes, knowing Sam is in his element.

Your attention is snapped back towards the stage when you see ‘Hulk’ in the middle with a prop concrete block; being surrounded by his team chanting ‘Hulk, you know what the magic word is.’

This creates the perfect opportunity for you and Wanda to join in the chant, causing Bruce to smile in awkwardness until he finally mumbles ‘smash’ along with the song, allowing you to release little cheers at his co-operation to join in.

Much to your dismay, the song is drawn to a close as ‘Captain America’ sings his final dose of the classic line of ‘I Can Do This All Day!’

Once the music stops and the lights shine brightly above the audience, you; Sam and Wanda instantly jump to your feet, applauding the show.

Wanda releases some whistles of approval, whilst Sam chants ‘encore’, causing Steve to quickly escort him out, not wanting to hear the performance for a second time.

You laugh as you gather your belongings, reaching out for Natasha’s hand in the process. When she doesn’t take it, you look towards her to see her displaying a displeased look and her arms folded across her chest.

You let out a nervous laughter, “I’m sorry?”

She squints her eyes before grabbing your hand and pulling you forwards with her, “I bet you are y/n.”

You wait to the side as you see Tony attempting to wake up a sleeping Thor, causing Bruce to become involved when the God of Thunder ignores their efforts.

Clint walks up to you and Natasha, “That was the worst thing I have ever seen.”

You bite your lip furiously to hold in your laughter.

“Well there’s no better shot than you and all.” Natasha says teasingly causing you both to share a laugh.

“You’re officially off my Christmas list, the both of you.” He says as he walks towards the others.

Natasha shrugs her shoulders as you both walk in the same direction, leaving Tony and Bruce to their task.

—

“What took you so long Buck, you missed the best bits of the show.” Sam says as he walks up to Bucky who opted to wait outside once the show had come to an end.

“Somehow I really doubt that. Anyway, I saw the merchandise stand and talked to the woman and she gave me all this stuff for us to remember such an awesome show.” Bucky sarcastically lets out as he roots through his bag of merchandise.

“Wait, don’t they close them up until way after the show?” Clint says as he walks over curiously to see what was in the bag.

Bucky just continues to roam through his stuff, “Yeah well I used my charm, here I got you a keyring.”

Clint takes the keyring from Bucky, admiring his signature purple hero symbol, “Thanks, man I actually appreciate it.”

Bucky starts to distribute the merchandise accordingly, “When Stark gets here I got him a ‘I love Steve Rogers’ cup for his lab.”

The team laughs at the mug, “Finally, the truth is being acknowledged.” Steve jokes as Tony walks out of the theatre, looking at you all confused from your sudden laughter at his presence.

“Oh and y/n, I got you this t-shirt.” Bucky throws a black t-shirt your way, causing you to let go of Natasha to catch it.

Once you hold it out in front you smile, “Thank you Bucky, I’ll wear it every day.”

Natasha moves to see what it says, and smiles proudly when she reads, ‘I love Black Widow.’

She brings you into a hug and whispers into your ear, “You’re damn right you do.”

You give her a quick kiss in response as the team starts to head down the street, now having Thor up and ready to go.

“Okay, since you horrible individuals made me endure that show, I’m voting that we all go for cheeseburgers as compensation,” Tony says as he turns to address the group.

“Stark, it was your turn to pick anyway, anywhere is fine.” Wanda replies as she admires and wears her new blanket with the Avengers symbol on it that Bucky gifted to her to protect her from the December chill.

“Do I dare ask what we all thought of the show?” Steve asks.

“Absolutely brilliant, definitely worth seeing the look on all of your faces.” You say as you attempt to tease the group.

“You are just jealous that you didn’t have a part to play in that fine play.” Thor says as he follows close behind the group.

You turn to face him, “How would you know, you slept right through it.”

“He actually fell asleep even before it started.” Bruce adds, causing Thor to smile in pride, having escaped the responsibility of watching the show.

“I actually have a complaint. How come Scott Lang made it to the on-stage team, yet we didn’t?” Sam questions as he gestures to you, Wanda, Bucky and himself.

“Maybe because Scott wouldn’t make fun of his dear friends in their time of embarrassment.” Tony inputs.

You all stare at each other in thought, “No, that’s definitely not it.” Wanda says.

“Maybe because he can ‘do this all day’!” Bucky shouts out, causing you, Wanda and Sam to join in; attempting to dance around the streets and mimic the show.

“Can we kick them off the team?” Tony asks the others.

“No, we wouldn’t trade them for the world, no matter how annoying they are.” Natasha says as she watches you attempting to replicate all the Black Widow moves from the show.

She knows for a fact she wouldn’t trade you for the world, even if you do have the worst dance moves in New York.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 30 days

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Ooo hi again hehe

Can I please request a (Endgame never happened au! Everyone lives!au) Bucky x fem!civilian!reader where during his first official mission as an Avenger, he saves a girl who was abducted by the bad guys the Avengers have been trying to stop. When he saves her (and looks hot while doing it), he’s holding her bridal style in his arms as him and the avengers walk out of the bad guys lair, and she’s so scared and relieved at the same time (and also thinks he’s extremely attractive) and she’s thanking him over and over again for saving her, and without thinking she lays a kiss on his lips, freezing against his lips while doing so, eyes wide, before she separates from him and is like ,”ohmygoshimsosorry!!!” Lmao, anyways he’s so shook that he actually saved someone and also shook that someone as pretty as she is wants to kiss him🤧 Anyways, he’s super protective of her after that and checks up on her a lot and they just grow in love for each other 😭 Lots of teasing from Tony, Steve, and Sam lol

I just always think about the adorable shocked look on Bucky’s face when the people were thanking him for saving them in the show🥹🥺

The Kiss » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky saves a girl on his first mission as an Avenger and she kisses him without thinking in a way to thank him.

Warnings: Fluff, language, small injuries, bruises, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵 also I imagined this with Bucky’s look in Civil War.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Bucky cautiously entered the base with his gun held up in front of him, watching every direction to make sure no one jumped out at him. He stopped in his tracks when he heard whimpering coming from a room with a lock on the door. He pressed his ear against the door, hearing more whimpers coming from inside of the locked room. Bucky broke the lock off the door with his metal hand and kicked the door down. He cautiously entered the room and seen a woman in the corner of the room.

“Ma’am…” Bucky slowly approached you so he didn’t scare you. “Are you ok?” He asks.

You uncovered your head to see the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You didn’t say anything. You just stared at him. Bucky put his gun in the holster and crouched down in front of you. You pressed yourself more against the wall.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He assures you. “What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You tell him quietly, loud enough for him to hear.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Bucky.” He introduces himself to you. “I’m going to get you out of here. Can you walk?” Bucky asks.

Bucky stood up, holding his hands out for you. You put your hands in his and he pulled you up gently. Your legs felt weak and wobbly. You fell against the front of Bucky’s body.

“I got you.” He says.

Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the room. Your grip on Bucky tightened. You were scared, but also relieved. You’ve been locked in that room for so long that you don’t remember what daylight looks like.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” You say over and over.

“It’s no problem, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

You leaned in and kissed him, catching Bucky by surprise. You didn’t even realize you were kissing him till a few seconds into the kiss. You froze, leaving your lips on his for a moment.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologized.

“It’s ok.” Bucky says.

Once Bucky got you on the quinjet and comfortable, he was still in shock. When he got you to the med bay at the Avengers Compound, he couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. Bucky zoned out for a moment, thinking about someone as pretty as you would want to kiss him.

“Bucky?” Steve says, snapping Bucky out of his trance.

“Huh? What?” Bucky asks, blinking a couple times.

“Are you ok? Looks like you have something on your mind.” He says.

“I-” Bucky cleared his throat before continuing his sentence. “I’m fine.” He says.

Sam and Tony couldn’t help but laugh. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at them.

“Is your mind on the kiss that girl gave you?” Tony asks, grinning.

“Her name is Y/N!” Bucky defends you. “You guys seen her kiss me?” He says.

“So are her knight and shining armor?” Sam asks with a grin.

“He does have a metal arm.” Tony adds.

Bucky rolls his eyes and stood up.

“Buck, c’mon. They’re just teasing you.” Steve puts a hand on his shoulder. “I mean, I can say I blame her. I’d kiss someone for saving me.” He says teasingly.

Bucky shook Steve’s hand off his shoulder and went to the med bay to check on you. He walked in the room at the same time the doctor was finishing up.

“How is she?” Bucky asks, leaning against the wall.

“For someone who been locked up for a while, she’s doing well. She has a few bruises and a fractured wrist, but she’ll be fine.” The doctor put a wrist brace on your wrist. “I want to check her wrist again in a couple weeks. Other than that, she’s good to go.” The doctor tells him before leaving the room.

The room was filled with awkward silence for a moment before Bucky spoke up.

“I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.” Bucky says.

You smiled softly. Bucky helped you off the bed, leaving his arm around your waist. He took you to the room you’re going to be staying in. It’s across the hall from Bucky’s room.

“I’m sure you’re tired. My room is across the hall if you need anything.” Bucky says.

Bucky was about to walk out of the room, but you stopped him.

“Bucky?” You say.

“Yes?” He asks.

“Thank you again.” You say with a smile.

“It’s my pleasure, doll.” He smiles. “Get some rest.” He says and left the room.

Over the next couple weeks, you and Bucky grew closer to each other. You two gotten to know each other. Bucky helped you in every way he could. The Avengers are still teasing Bucky, but he’s ignoring it and focusing on you. As of right now, you’re in the med bay getting your injuries checked out again to make sure they’re healing properly. Your bruises are almost gone, but you have to wear the wrist brace a little longer than you would like.

“Hi, Bucky!” You smiled widely, entering the kitchen of the Avengers Compound.

“Hi, doll.” Bucky smiles. “What did the doctor say?” He asks.

“My injuries are healing properly and I have to wear this wrist brace a little longer.” You informed him.

“I’m happy to hear that. You look great.” He compliments, making you blush.

“Thank you.” You say, still blushing.

“Are you hungry? I was thinking about taking you to that diner I was telling you about.” He says.

“The one in Brooklyn? I would love to go!” You say with a smile.

Bucky held his hand out which you happily held. Bucky being the gentleman he is opened the car door for you. He even opened the door for you at the diner.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Bucky says, trying not to sound awkward.

“About what?” You asked.

“The kiss.” He says.

“Oh…” You chuckled a little. “I’m sorry about that. Please don’t think I’m one of those girls who kisses the first guy she sees. You’re just really attractive and I couldn’t help myself.” You say nervously and continued rambling.

“Doll, you’re rambling.” He says, gently putting his hand on yours.

“Sorry.” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He starts. “If I’m being honest, I liked it. I mean, I was surprised that someone as pretty as you would want to kiss me, but I liked it.” He says with a smile.

You smiled back. The waitress brought you guys your food.

“Eat up, doll. You still need to regain your strength.” Bucky says.

You listened and ate almost everything. You and Bucky got back to the Compound at sunset. You went to your room and took a shower and put on comfortable clothes. Then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” You say loudly.

The door opens, revealing Bucky. You smiled and patted the spot next to you on the bed. Bucky took a seat next to you.

“I just wanted to check on you before you went to bed.” Bucky says.

“I’m fine. Thanks for checking on me.” You say, smiling at him.

Before you knew it, your lips were on his again. Your eyes widened and you pulled away.

“I did it again! I’m so sorry!” You say, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

Bucky uncovered your face and kissed you passionately, catching you off guard.

“I told you earlier that I like it when you kiss me.” He says softly.

Bucky kisses you once’s more before pulling away.

“Stay with me tonight?” You asked, hoping he would say yes.

“Of course.” Bucky smiles.

You two laid down and covered up with the blankets. You laid your head on his chest, your fingers played with his dog tags. His heartbeat soothed you.

“Thank you for saving me.” You say before falling asleep.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, doll.” Bucky says and kissed the top of your head.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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barnesafterglow · 1 year

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drabbles/headcanons: idk give me anything college/frat!au related. i'm in a mood

for steve, bucky, both, idc.

both? both.

You met Steve first. Wanda had dragged you to a frat party to meet her new boyfriend, Sam, and Sam introduced you to Steve. Immediately, you all hit it off, dancing and reigning champions at beer pong (he carried the team but he would never admit it). You ended the night on the roof, stargazing and talking about life, and you thought you might have fallen a little bit in love with him right then.

You met Bucky a week later, when he took your favorite table in the library and instead of finding another table, you were petty and sat down right beside him. He didn't do anything but smile and say you were, of course, welcome. Neither of you talked for a little while, but then you noticed he was studying for one of the same classes you were taking, and you hit it off right away, the same as Steve, and you talked and talked until the librarian finally had you shoo you out. You thought you might have fallen a little bit in love with him right then.

Which, fuck, you couldn't be feeling this way about two people at the same time, right? It wasn't fair. But you were at your heart's mercy and your heart said you wanted to see where it could go with both of them.

So you told them both upfront that you weren't strictly exclusive (for the time being) and they both took it with grace, although they each made a point about them not seeing anyone else. After a couple weeks, you were in an absolute shit storm because god if you weren't falling for both of them.

Wanda picked on you incessantly, of course, because she was your best friend and had the right to do so (her words, not yours). But when she finally realized you were in serious trouble, she sat down with you and tried to help you figure it out, but you were at a loss.

It wasn't until you saw them together at another party that everything clicked into place. The best friend they had each talked about but you had never met, and oh god you were so screwed, because you couldn't break up a friendship like that and you were going to lose both of them.

They spotted you at the same time, eyes wide, and exchanged a few words before making their way over to you.

"Hi," they both said at the same time, like they had fucking planned it, and you just stared at them, jaw practically on the floor at the realization.

"I didn't know you all were friends. I'm so sorry." You took a step back, not knowing how to react. "I'm just gonna...go."

"Wait," Steve said, gently grabbing your arm.

"We don't mind sharing." The smirk on Bucky's lips didn't help in figuring out if he was serious or not, but you were willing to go with it.

Turns out, they really didn't mind sharing, because they took you upstairs, had a long talk with you, and then showed you that they might be falling a little bit in love with you too.

#i hate this actually #but oh well #stucky #stucky x reader #elle <3 #tiff answers #tiff writes #she's back sleepover

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stuckyfingers · 4 months

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This has probably been done before but a Stucky Pirate AU for What If?

Like the 1602 episode, but longer??

(Where Steve's the Captain of the ship, Bucky's the quartermaster Clint's the gunner, Scott's the Boatswain, Sam's the first mate and Nat's the Sailing Master.

Sam has a pair of mechanical wings that he uses to his crew's advantage- it's harder for people to shoot him at a higher angle, plus he can escape and direct breakouts more easily.

Sarah Wilson lives with her two sons on one of the Caribbean islands after retiring from the pirate crew led by Captain Mercedes "Misty" Knight, who's trying not to act to infatuated with Sam.

Clint is a colony man who took to piracy to protect people from the East India Company. Scott and Nat are career pirates, but Nat's been trained as an assassin from her childhood. She prefers just sailing nowadays, but can very much fight.)

Steve's dad died fighting in the Royal Navy a hundred years prior, and his ma died of TB as always is, and he's been with just Bucky ever since- But one day, when Bucky gets drafted by the Navy and Steve can't follow, so he volunteers on a suicide mission to find the Fountain of Youth. The alchemist on board the ship, Erskine, is held practically prisoner by the crew because everyone who did manage to find the Fountain in the past always ended up deformed without the key step that only he knew.

Erskine comes to trust Steve with the secret to surviving the Fountain and eventually, when Steve is prodded into the water to test the effects- it works on him. When the other men try, it doesn't.

But from among the company, a soldier pulls a pistol on everyone and manages to kill Erskine. Steve runs after him, chases him to the ship, with the flag of- well you know what the flag looked like. The Hydra was a majestic fleet- and they looked a lot like a Royal Navy fleet. But whatever evils the Navy did, the crew of the Hydra seemed to do tenfold.

Steve finds Bucky imprisoned in the ship, and yadda yadda - Steve pulls in some Royal Navy favors and captains a crew of Howling Commodores against The Hydra fleet When Bucky falls off board into the churning tide, Steve has nothing to live for and sails the main ship into the storm by himself to put an end to this.

Years later, you guessed it, he's found in the ice- we're skipping the Avengers part- he meets Sam Wilson and Clint Barton- two men trying to make a living in the Pirate islands- as well as Captain Fury who's the senior most pirate Captain in the archipelago.

He tries to come to terms with the world and how he'd even live without Bucky-- when Captain Fury is suddenly attacked by a mysteriousss guyyy with darkkk eye makeupp and a crosbowww hmmm who is thattt??

Basically Steve finds out that the Royal Navy was full of the BS of Hydra and he honestly wants it all gone, but he's only one man- with one crew- and he tries his best. He fights the Winter Sailor, gets cornered on an exploding ship and lets himself be beaten up by the other guy till he falls into water and he gets saved and he doesn't see Bucky again for two years.

The difference is that this is when Clint saves Nat from the Red Crew to give her a chance, and brings her into the crew.

Steve eventually finds Bucky with the help of a good natured shapeshifter pirate named Scott Lang and Bucky eventually joins his crew to fight the Royal Navy.

See the thing about this Stucky is: they fuck.

They don't care what others say. The people who had a problem with it never made it in the crew. All members were however, furnished with pliable wax and a set of musical instruments to drown out any sounds from the lower decks.

Bucky doesn't have his left arm, and uses several wooden mechanical prosthetics over the course of battles. But he doesn't wear it in the mornings when he cuddles with Steve out on the quarterdeck - they let the wind blow in their hair as they share a rum flavored kiss.

Bruce, Wanda, pietro, Vision and Tony are involved at some points, but they come in the third season, while Loki and Thor come in the shittier fourth season, who's only highlight is going to be Steve and Bucky getting married.

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #inspo #stucky AU #pirate AU

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xoxobuckybarnes · 9 months

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July 2023 Stucky Fics

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All Roads Lead to Home (Rated: M, Words: 159K) by emeraldsage85

Summary: Steve tracks down Bucky after the destruction of project insight and brings him back to live in the tower. It's not always easy but the two of them work on healing and creating a life for themselves, including dealing with some feelings they've never expressed towards each other. Civil War fix-it.

Snickerdoodles Are the Way to Steve’s Heart (Rated: T, Words: 15K) by HMSLusitania / @hmslusitania

Summary: Steve can't help but be a little annoyed when Natasha signs him up for a cooking class - a couple's cooking class. At least, he's annoyed until he meets the instructor, who might just be the most attractive man Steve has ever laid eyes on. Featuring chef!Bucky, bitterly single Steve, and their meddling friends.

a place to stay (Rated: M, Words 8K) by yammz / @yammz

Summary: Steve sighed before he continued explaining, “So Bucky and his family moved away from Brooklyn, and I would see them every so often if his parents came to visit New York. They’d always swing by to say hello to me and my mom until I was a teenager and Bucky…” he groaned, burying his face in his pillow. Natasha finished for him by repeating the words she had heard so many times before, in every account of Steve coming into his own identity, “Bucky Barnes is Rogers’ sexual awakening.” A college AU where Steve tries really hard to ignore how right his friends are about him. And how hot his childhood friend is.

Brooklyn Baby (Rated: M, Words: 33K) by sprinkle_of_cinnamon

Summary: In which Bucky is just trying to live life and enjoy his unofficial official table at the obnoxiously hipster coffee shop, but some guy named Steve stole his spot. Or, the time that Bucky unintentionally befriended the Avengers and had no idea.

Bucky Never Wanted to Fight (Rated: T, Words: 2K) by hailvodka

Summary: Maybe the stress is getting to him. Maybe that’s why he got in the fight. That’s his mother’s theory, at least, and as she dabs her cloth at the split skin over his eye, she lets her heart break where he can’t see it. What she wouldn’t give to steal back his childhood from this cruel, cruel world. Thing is, that’s not it at all. Bucky never wanted to fight. But when he saw that scrawny little blond kid getting beat to hell by three older boys, he didn’t hesitate. He fought. — Vignettes from Bucky Barnes's life, age thirteen to a hundred-and-something.

If I Could Stop the Clock With You Tonight (Rated: E, Words: 10K) by Voylitscope_speed / @voylitscope

Summary: "Mm, see, but you don't actually know that," James says, shaking his head, but looking amused. "Not until you taste this. You might hate it." "I've been your audience, though. I've been right here watching you make all that," Steve protests, grinning. "I've seen your cooking focus and how you use your hands and everything. There's no way this won't be amazing." There's a pause after Steve's words. It's probably a very brief and barely noticeable pause, but it feels long and mortifying to Steve as he plays his own last few sentences back in his head. "Glad you think I'm good with hands," James eventually says, ending Steve's misery, but making him flush even redder. (Or: Natasha hires a private chef to cook Steve's birthday dinner. Steve's not too sure about the idea of a total stranger in his apartment on his birthday, but Chef James is incredibly attractive and very charming. He also seems oddly familiar. That might just be because Steve has met him before.)

You’re my Honey, ain’t cha? (Rated: E, Words: 121K) by CelticCross

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a hotshot developer who specializes in buying up land for practically nothing and developing towns and housing estates. His latest project involves buying up vast swathes of farming land in buttfuck Indiana, as Sam laughingly calls it, only Steve Rogers of Rogers Honey Farm, isn't selling. The farm belonged to his ma and Steve ain't going anywhere. When multiple contract lawyers are sent packing with their tails between their legs, and in Clint Barton's case a recipe for a honey cake, Bucky has to decide exactly what he's going to do. He needs that farm in order for the project to be completed. When he finds out who Steve really is, he has no option but to go and visit the farm himself.

***The author is going to be removing the fic so read or download by August 30th***

All Happy Families (Rated: G, Words: 11K)

Summary: There was a baby in Steve’s living room. There definitely wasn’t a baby in his living room last night, he was sure of it. Sure, he hadn’t been in his apartment for a few weeks, busy with his fruitless search for Bucky, but he checked the place three times last night for any breaches. He would’ve noticed a baby. And nothing had woken him up, and he hadn’t been a heavy sleeper since the war. The baby—judging by the pink onesie and haphazard pigtails, he was assuming it was a she—stared at him, silently chewing on a slobbery fist.

I Believe in Something More (Rated: M, Words: 74K) by cydonic

Summary: In April of 2014, two very important things happen: The Winter Soldier is prepped for a mission as part of Project Insight which never ends up happening, and Steve Rogers finds out his mother is dying. In October of 2018, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers meet in the Sculpture Garden at UCLA. Bucky has spent the ensuing years building a life for himself, learning that he likes to study in the sunshine and build friendships with people who just think of him as ‘that nice guy who’s really smart’, not what he used to be. Steve has tried to make it in Brooklyn, but everything reminds him of Sarah. He needs a change of scenery, and following his childhood best friend Sam Wilson over to California seems to be the way to do it.

WIP

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 171K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace & art by Dyslexic_Fetus (Reagy_Jay) / @reagy-jay

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first.

***Part of the series Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 32K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road?A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.

***Part of the series A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy): The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (Rated: G, words: 4K), Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) (Rated: G, Words: 14K), & Not Language by a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) (Rated: E, Words: 20K)***

a league of their own (Rated: E, Current Words: 26K) by burning_brighter / @burning-brighter

Summary: Steve’s sixteen-year-old son’s one and only dream is to play in the Major League. He thinks he has a shot when the team get a new coach, retired MLB legend and Steve’s high school crush, Bucky Barnes. Steve hasn’t thought of the man in many years, but seeing him brings back many memories that push Steve to reach out to an old friend and maybe make new ones on the way. What happens when Steve gets to know Bucky properly? What happens when they open up about their darkest secrets and deepest fears? There’s really only one thing that can happen.

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Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (and Other Lies He Tells Himself) (Rated: M, Words: 13K) by betts

Summary: You’d think a guy who owns one of the most successful bakeries in Brooklyn, has a million-dollar smile and that antiquated good ol’ boy charm, blond hair and blue eyes and biceps for days, would know what’s what. But don’t let that fool you: Steve Rogers is a mess.

#Stucky #Steve and Bucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #fanfic #XOXOBUCKYBARNES' Stucky Fic Reading List #july reading list

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findafight · 10 months

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i do want catws opinions!! so much!!! mcu cap am was one of my major interests for quite some time, so i am Very interested! tbh don't much care for the rest of the mcu all that much, like ive seen quite a few of the movies but absolutely far from all of them. and like tbh i cared the most about catfa & catws and then steve and his relationship with people, idk i just love his character so much, I've done some sort of analysis inside my head of his character, but it's been A While so i don't remember any of it in words, just vibes lol. also idk how i feel about cacw, it just sorta didn't feel like His story, it felt more like avengers 2.5 or smth.

also related to steve & peggy, i feel like the thing that makes their story stay so strong Is the missed opportunity, the longing for something that can never be. it's this thing that was on the brink of possibility, and where the potential was so big and tangible, and they both felt it, and then all of a sudden the possibility is gone, it's lost, forever. idk like i think steve going back in time to dance with peggy would be sweet, But, it just doesn't move me as much unless peggy also knows that the moment is a promise fullfilled and a dream that can never be, it's one more aching moment together and then it's goodbye. idk like i thought the scene in endgame when they danced was absolutely beautiful, but to me it is a dream, and to me it feels kinda disrespectful to all of them(steve peggy & bucky) to have steve go backwards, that's not him, maybe when he first woke up after the ice, if presented with the possibility he wouldn't be able to resist, but otherwise his character is LITERALLY about getting back up again!! and then also peggy had a life?? with someone else!! and she was happy with her life! he literally knows this, he talked to her when she was old! why would he disregard that?? and then why would he live the rest of his life knowing bucky is the winter soldier and then NOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT????????? idk it's just like, when SO MUCH of steves story is so closely intertwined with bucky it just doesn't make any sense to leave him??

also while i am a romantic stucky believer, truly more than that i am a soulmates stucky believer! so the stobin tws au really really hit me in the feels yk.

Okay so. What makes CAWS so good, and one of the best mcu films, is that it uses superheroes not as a genre, but as a vehicle for a genre. Winter Soldier is a spy thriller. Arguably TFA also does this by being a war film? But WS embraces it. It's so clearly a spy thriller with a superhero setting! More superhero movies should have co-genre I think. It can be watched as a stand alone, with good solid introductions to characters, to the point that it's bascially the only mcu movie I've watched with my mother that she hasn't asked "who's that?" and why they were doing stuff. Basically every other one, besides the first in their series require prior knowledge of characters for most of the impact of them.

WS doesn't? We see Steve and Natasha have a friendly relationship, that steve's a supersoldier and also takes risks (no parachute), that they're some kind of soldiers, that there's some secret operations going on. We get this! Then we meet Sam and we see that Steve is also incredibly lonely, we see him at the Howling Commandos exhibit, and sure maybe it's hamfisted by focusing on bucky or whatever but that sets it up! we now who steve is, why he's lonely, and some of his values.

and even without TFA, as soon as the mask comes off, we know this is someone steve knows. When he insists on saving Bucky, he uses the line "even when I had nothing, I had Bucky" having watched tfa before just makes it hit harder.

I'm going to be real with you I've watched civil war once and was like "this is kinda stupid? very stupid" and then stopped really paying attention to most marvel movies.

oh yes so true about Steve and Peggy. It's compelling because the could have beens. If that had happened, but then steve went back to present, I would not be mad. It wouldn't be weirdly stealing someone else's life? Especially combined with the Agent Carter Tv series, Peggy has closure for Steve's death. Though it's still an ache, and she mourns and misses him, she's still living her life. She isn't caught up on him as a romantic interests. She has multiple (they should have given us more cartinelli tbh we were robbed in s2) in the series! She had a good, long, and happy life. Steve just dropping in sometime in the 40s(?) with the expectation of pursuing a romantic relationship with her would likely be a shock, and unwanted. They both would have changed from where they left off, both having mourned each other and their relationship. It wouldn't have worked! But to have him drop in. tell her "hey. I can't stay for long. I'm sorry it has to be this way. But I owe you a dance, and it's been killing me breaking a promise to my best girl." That!!! would have!! been! so sweet! A final goodbye for both of them. The final closure and fulfilled promise from oh so long ago.

Steve had spent at least ten years out of the ice before endgame. I just. How could they slide him back to what he would have done directly after being thawed? Like I don't think even lost sadman beginning of ws steve would have stayed back. He's changed and he can't go back to what things were. he keeps getting up, even when he shouldn't! That's what's endearing about Steve, his stubbornness, and his willingness to put himself on the line to protect people. That's why he was the first and only (official) American supersoldier. He carries on, even when it's almost unbearable for him to do so.

It's so... It felt cheap and insulting to him and Peggy and Bucky. Because you're correct!! It means Steve went back to nineteen fourty-whatever and chose not to do anything about the 80+ years of horrible things that happened in the world. Especially chose not to do anything when he knew exactly where Bucky, who he had previously jumped behind enemy lines with nothing but a wing a prayer and a shield to save, who he had defied governments for, who he's nearly died for multiple times, was??? how in the WORLD did the same screenwriters and directors who made one of the best marvel movies that highlighted and used their friendship in such a compelling way also write/direct that for them? how? valuing romance over any other kind of relationship I guess?

yeah I think what's compelling about stucky is that there is so much love there, that they've known each other for their whole lives, and will continue to be (or should be) a vast part of each other's worlds no matter what that relationship looks like. They're soulmates, whatever that looks like for them. and if it's romance then that romance is built upon the deep devoted friendship they have. That's everything about them. Everything is built on a sickly and scrappy kid who couldn't leave well enough alone and got pushed into the dirt by bullies he stood up to over, and over, and over again, and some charming schmuck who looked at him and thought "I'm gonna help him keep get back up". to the point where they broke over half a century of brain washing because of it.

#findaanswers #anon do you remember the glory days of like. 2012-2014 avengers fandom. esp 2014 post winter soldier #my god. it was simpler times. didn't know what we had until we lost it.#mcu #caws #captain america #stucky #cap #tbh it's kinda similar to how I see blr? like the romance is interesting and heartbreaking because they are friends first #and that anything other than that must be built with that massively devoted friendship in mind #but obviously yeah stobin fits ws because they're unhinged and decidedly abnormal about each other. they're soulmates #Robin WOULD go behind enemy lines for steve. steve would break decades of brainwashing and torture by seeing robin's face #anonasaurus #finda's rambles #meta #steggy

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