#winter soldier oneshot

[nev3rfound]

anyone but you : b.b

you were Bucky's pocket of sunshine, his sweet girl outside of the avengers. a slice of normality in his less-than lifestyle, but what happens when you're pulled into it in the worst way? (2.6k)

we've got ourselves a good'un today angels, and you have @imagine-all-the-fandoms for the brill idea :)

warnings - graphic descriptions of torture and wounds. (but fluffy ending)

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“Mmh, okay. So, our options- wait stop laughing at me!” Throwing the menus in his direction, Bucky stifles the rest of his laugh by trying to play it off as a cough.

Shaking his head, Bucky picks up the menus that had been promptly thrown at him. "I'm not laughing at you doll." Bucky reasons, moving across the sofa to now kneel in front of the coffee table where you're perching opposite him looking through your phone for alternatives.

"Sure sounds like it to me." You chide, glancing up with a mischievous glint in your eyes, one Bucky can't help but get lost in, completely missing the words sounding from your lips. Clicking your fingers in front of him, Bucky snaps from the depths of his mind.

"What did you say?" Bucky asks, only elated as your grin widens into a playful smile. "Right, dinner!" Bucky slaps his hand down on his thigh before rising to his feet and dramatically clasps one hand over his eyes. "How 'bout we do the random selector, huh?"

Chuckling to yourself, you nod along before rising to your feet. "Let's do it, Barnes."

Covering your eyes as well, the pair of you reach down and clutch a menu in your grasp and open your eyes. "I got Chinese!" You announce, and Bucky grunts in disappointment as he holds up the leaflet loosely.

"I got the shitty pizza place a few blocks away." He groans, watching you cheer victoriously. "You won this time, Y/n." He rushes over to your side of the table, wrapping his arms around your waist before lifting you up, hearing you squeal before dropping the menu. "But I'll win next time, mark my words."

With your arms around his neck, Bucky dips you lowly with a smirk. "That so, Barnes?" You tease, leaning closer to his face. "We'll see." You add, closing the distance between you both with a sweet quick kiss. "Now come on, I'm starving!"

*

"Thirty minutes til we land, guys." Natasha announces from the front of the jet.

Unable to keep his knee from bouncing once the announcement was made, Bucky cannot stop his thoughts from returning to you. It had been a longer mission than anticipated with little to no contact with the outside world. He's so used to sending a text, a quick call to just hear your voice and know you're okay whether it be doing a mundane task or listening to you moan about a colleague.

That's one of the things Bucky loves about you; the normalcy of it all. You couldn't be more of a polar opposite to the former soldier, with a 9-5, a pension scheme, and health benefits included. Whereas he just gets thrown into the unknown more than he cares to admit and comes out slightly more traumatized with each mission.

Noting the nervous actions of his friend, Steve nudges Bucky's arm. "You got plans with Y/n once we get back?" Steve asks, knowing it'll help pass the remaining time until they land.

Within seconds the tension melts from Bucky's body and even Sam catches the barely there smile on the soldier's face.

"Going to this movie theatre she loves, it's kinda run down but she likes to call it 'old school.'" He quotes, picturing the first time you dragged him along to the theatre. "And well, I've got something planned for her, but I don't know." Bucky trails off, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

"Well, sounds great to me, Buck." Steve comments, moving slightly closer, and lowers his head in an attempt to keep the overs from interrupting. "So, you ever gonna bring her to the compound?"

Bucky sighs deeply and Steve backs up, knowing it's useless to even pry further into it.

"It's just so good, Steve." Bucky starts, glancing around at those around him, some looking through reports and others dozing off. "I don't want her to get enveloped in this side of our life." He explains and Steve simply nods. "I love what we have, and, and I don't wanna risk ruining that."

"Understood." Steve pats Bucky's arm. "She really brings out the best in you, you know?"

"Yeah, he's been notably less grumpy since they got together." Sam comments from the other side of the jet, receiving a brief glare from Bucky. "Less grumpy, Barnes. You're no ray of sunshine yet."

The rest of the flight sped by whilst Bucky remained deep in his thoughts which mostly circled around you. He was jolted from his memories once the jet landed and they all began to disembark.

As the team began to walk through the compound, Bucky quickly got his phone out to send you a message. But before he could even start to type one, a series of urgent texts flash up on his screen.

"Bucky?" Steve calls out to his friend who is almost frozen in place, staring down at his phone with panic written across his expression. "Buck?" Walking toward his friend, he looks down at Bucky's phone and feels his heart drop at what he's reading.

With a shaky hand, Bucky forces his head up to meet Steve's eyes. "Steve, I," He can barely form the right words, unsure what to even say. "This, this can't happen." His mind shifts to denial, but upon hearing his name being called urgently up ahead by Tony and Bruce he can feel his whole world crashing down on him.

*

The first sensation that came back was your smell. In hindsight, you wish it wasn't and that you could've remained senseless, but you weren't so lucky.

It smelt like metal, smoke, and sweat. Little did you know, that was all coming from you.

Your eyesight followed suit and quickly alerted your captures with delight that you were conscious at last. "Help!" You cry out, now noticing your arms shackled to a wall in a dank-looking cell. "Please, help me!" Within seconds the screams tear at your throat, scratching it raw as laughter enters your ears.

Through the shadows, a large figure emerges holding up an old school camcorder whilst he grimaces at you, eyes roaming over the wounds inflicted. "Bout time you woke up darling." The man snarls, moving closer into your enclosed space. "Wanna say hi to your friends?" Forcing the camera to your face, you're quick to turn your head away, only to feel a sweaty hand clench your jaw and force you to look directly into the lens as tears glisten in your eyes. "You know what to do if you want her back." The man comments, further confusing you about the situation before he reveals a small knife in his grasp.

"No, please," You plead, shaking your head at the sight of the knife rising before plowing it down into your thigh.

The last thing Bucky sees is your face contorted in pain, the movement of your lips as you scream in anguish. But all of the sounds have become white noise.

"Do we know who sent this?" Steve is the first to ask, noting Bucky standing too still for his own liking.

Raising his hand, Bruce swipes across and reveals three headshots of so-called reformed criminals. "Jason Donahough, Mark Whitehall, and Edward Polaski." Bruce points to each, pausing at the sound of Bucky's metal arm whirring, the plates sliding as he clenches both fists at the images.

"I know them." Bucky states through gritted teeth.

"A message was delivered with the video, we're trying to locate the source with the help of FRIDAY." Tony explains, revealing the two simple sentences.

Come get your girl, Winter Soldier. It's time to resume the game.

A shudder spreads through Bucky at the second sentence. They still remember what he did, and clearly aren't messing around this time.

"I have to go." Bucky tells himself, too in his own head to notice several pairs of eyes fall on him in alarm.

"Bucky, that's," Steve starts, but Bucky is already walking out the door before he can finish his sentence. "We gotta go, who's in?"

Almost every hand shoots up and Steve nods, everyone starts to file out, knowing what needs to be done.

*

They came in abruptly, knocking the chains on your ankles to alert you of their presence. Mostly they just wanted to taunt you, sometimes they'd spare you the pain of reminding you that you were alone and no one would come for you. But more often than not, they'd add to your growing list of injuries, conflicting another wound to your skin as more blood stains the tiles.

No one answers the questions you ask when conscious enough to form words. 'Where am I?' 'How long have I been here?' and the one that scares you most of all, 'Why me?'

"You think he'll come?" Your ears perk up at the question, and you force your heavy head up an inch to see two of your attackers conversing outside of your cell.

One of them is holding a phone tightly in his grasp, chewing on his lip at the question. "For her? Hopefully." He scoffs before looking back at you, noticing the corners of your lips rising weakly. "What're you smiling at, bitch?" His voice rises before he marches over to you, grabs a hold of your face with one hand, and stares you dead in the eyes. "Somethin' you wanna say?" He demands, eyes widening awaiting a response.

Instead, you spit in his face, watching him recoil in disgust.

"You'll pay for that," He states, reaching into his pocket for something whilst your eyes grow heavy once again, unaware of a red light flickering through the base and alarms blaring.

The two men exchange a look, one you're oblivious to when your head slumps back down to rest against your chest.

"Showtime." One of the men laughs, clapping his hands before they both exit the cell, leaving your weak body alone-something you can be silently thankful for.

"Bucky," His name passes from your lips before your eyes drop once more.

Leading the mission, Bucky refuses to trail from the plan. Sometimes, he'll swerve from the set motions, but when it comes to you, nothing is to be changed or come as a surprise.

Continuing through the dank corridors, Bucky keeps his gun aimed in front of him whilst Steve and Natasha follow behind. So far Bucky has not left a single guard standing, and some without breath.

"You think this is it?" Natasha questions, looking at a series of locked doors, each with a number printed above and the red light flashing.

Bucky remains silent, trying to zone out from the murmurs behind him. His eyes continuously scan over the doors, he homes in on the furthest down the corridor, noting the light flashing white instead of red.

"There." Bucky speaks up, picking up pace toward the door only to be surprised by three guards who start shooting.

Wasting no time, Bucky tears the three down with ease. He ignores their screams whilst he shoots and punches his way through them.

Breathing deeply, Bucky leans forward to see a series of buttons to unlock the door. "Got any idea-" Steve starts, only to be met with Bucky smashing his metal fist into the panel, causing the door to open.

Adjusting their eyes to the dimly lit room, the trio enter apprehensively.

Scanning the room, Bucky's breath catches in his throat at the frail figure in the corner of the room. "Y/n?" His voice croaks, wasting no time to rush to your side, delicately lifting your head up to his lap. Eyeing over your various injuries, Bucky shakes his head and nestles your cheek with his hand. "What've they done to you?"

"Buck, we've got to get her out, now." Steve places his hand on his friend's shoulder, watching his oldest friend help you up and break the chains keeping you cemented in place. "Nat's clearing our exit, we don't have long."

Upon picking you up, Bucky freezes at your loud cry. "I'm sorry, doll, I'm so sorry." He repeatedly mumbles into your neck as he cradles your body in his arms all too aware of you dipping in and out of consciousness.

Much to their surprise, their exit is easier than anticipated. With you lying limp in Bucky's arms breathing heartlessly, Nat starts the jet up.

"It was all just to prove a point." Bucky states quietly, an oxygen mask now covering your nose and mouth. "just to show they could still get back at me, after all this time." His fists begin to clench on the edge of the seat, something Steve quickly picks up on as he moves to sit beside the pair of you.

Looking down at you in daylight, Steve could feel his heart clench in his chest. From what he saw of you briefly in photographs, you were shell of the woman you were physically, let alone mentally when you eventually come to.

"She's safe now, Buck." Steve reminds Bucky, feeling a sense of hope wash over the jet at your eyes open.

"Buck?" You croak, trying to lift your hand up, only for it to be held tightly by Buckys. "You, you found me." Tears start to build in your eyes upon seeing his, only for them to quickly refill with black spots.

"Of course, I'll always find you." Bucky whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead as a tear glides across your skin.

two months later

"Okay, okay!" Bucky chuckles heartfully, clutching the menu in his grasp above his head whilst you pout up at him. "Just say sorry and it's yours, doll."

Crossing your arms over your chest, you lightly sigh. "Come on, that's not fair. Steve will agree with me on this, right, Steve?" Glancing over your shoulder, Steve doesn't move a muscle from the armchair situated in the compound living area. "Steve?" Waving your hand, you reach for a cushion to throw at him, only for it to be deflected at the last second.

"I think you've got a slight advantage here, Buck." Steve chimes in, much to Bucky's playful dismay.

Lowering his arms back down, Bucky kneels in front of you with the menu in hand. "Here you go, doll." He winks, watching you snatch it from his grasp before wheeling backward toward the coffee table.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Barnes." You salute, reaching across for your crutch to ease you out of the wheelchair.

Upon hearing a quiet wince, Bucky's gaze falls upon you, and starts to walk in your direction to assist. "She's got this." Natasha pipes up, now entering the room to see what all the commotion was.

"Thanks, Nat." You smile, now using the crutch you reach for your phone, revealing the scarring on your forearm which sometimes hurts to see.

With a quick tug, you pull on the sleeve of Bucky's henley you've stolen before dialing for the takeaway and leaving the room.

Now left alone with two old friends, Bucky can practically hear their questions protruding. "She's just taking things a day at a time." Bucky explains, burying his head in his hands at the memories of the past few months.

"I mean, I haven't heard her laugh like this since before," He trails off, not wishing to finish the sentence as images of blood, your screams, and pleads replay.

"It's alright," Natasha comments with a soft smile. "She's tougher than she looks, for a civilian that is." She adds.

"Who're you callin' a civilian?" You speak up, feigning shock at Natasha's remark. "I happen to be a very special person." You add, slowly making your way toward Bucky.

Smiling at the interaction, Steve dares to ask. "And what makes you special, huh, Y/n?" He plays along, thankful to see Bucky's smile growing as you reach him, wrapping your free arm around his middle.

"'Cause this guy gets to date me." You state with a smug grin, feeling Bucky kiss your temple with a smile on his lips. "Nothing more special than that, right?" Looking up at Bucky, his smile only widens as the sparkle in your eye flashes for a moment, slowly making its return.

"Yeah, doll." Bucky tells you. "Luckiest guy around."

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Bittersweet

bucky barnes x fem!reader

"When it's just you, Bucky & Alpine in the Barnes residence; time seems to stop, only allowing for heartfelt confessions and kisses to be exchanged."

[2k] | teeth rotting fluff, domestic couple, alpine being the princess she is, emotional conversations & kisses. somewhere in between comics!bucky & mcu!bucky but only conceptually, no spoilers. might do more parts on this little universe because it's so cute

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

When it's just you, Bucky & Alpine in the Barnes residence; time seems to stop.

The car horns blaring through the city drown out in the warmth your shared bed carries; your body tucked close to Bucky's as he hugged you from behind, watching the way Alpine's soft purrs got quieter and quieter until she eventually fell asleep, whiskers pushed back with each stroke of the back of your fingers against her fluffy cheek.

The early morning sun fell on both his arm and the cat's white fur, as the metal fingers moved forward a bit on top of your waist to brush through her soft coat over your palm, before finally giving in to his original intent and getting a hold of your hand instead. He was half-naked behind you, barely had the energy to change out of his suit after returning from his mission because he could swear that seeing both of his favourite girls sprawled across the bed knocked the breath right out of his chest.

"I took her to the vet yesterday," you whispered, careful as to not wake Alpine up. "Did some parasitary stuff, it was time for those, apparently. I also wanted her to get the combination vaccine since she was supposed to get it a few weeks ago, but they ran out."

Bucky hummed as a response, urging you to continue.

"Picked up some treats for her too, and some toys. She met a puppy at the waiting room, they got along great except for the part where she just- slapped the living shit out of him for trying to sniff her butt."

Bucky's laugh startled the cat and you sent him a glare, causing him to whisper out an apology and return to caressing her fur. "She's just like you, it's uncanny." he chuckled, making you sigh and curl yourself closer to him. "Lovely and all but still badass."

"Why thank you, Mr. Barnes," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm merely doing my job, raising our love-child."

He chuckled again, slowly pushing himself further up to his elbow just so he could reach in and press his lips against the side of your lips. You couldn't help the way they tugged upwards with a smile. "You should go back to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you up so early."

You shook your head to both sides almost immediately after. "No, no need. I missed you anyway."

"Really? Seems like you'd rather watch Alpine sleep than give me a proper hug."

"Oh, shut up," you giggled, slowly turning on your spot to face him. He was hovering over you slightly, still leaning on his elbow to watch both of you. "I just got overwhelmed for a second when you came back. I get emotional as shit waiting for you, Buck."

His features softened at that, before he reached in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry." he whispered, free arm going up to caress your cheek instead, this time. "But how am I supposed to know? You bully me through it all the time."

"It's a coping mechanism!" you whisper-yelled, rolling your eyes carefully when he started laughing. "Laugh all you want, Barnes."

"Sorry, sorry," he apologized again, gentle eyes flickering through every single centimeter of your face, almost as if he wanted to memorize all of you. "I missed you too, sweetheart. Miss you so bad wherever I go."

Your hands mimicked his when you brought them up to cup his face, feeling his stubble under your fingertips as you traced the outline of his lips with your fingers. "I love you so much that it hurts, Bucky."

"I know the feeling." his sheepish grin was replaced by a bittersweet one. "Whenever I look at you, I- I just think, how did I get so lucky? How did I end up with this… Absolutely perfect person, how did I get to hold her each night?"

"You're one lucky bastard, that's why." you chuckled to yourself, earning a heartfelt snicker from him. "I feel the same way. Whenever you walk out of that door, I worry myself to death. I swear, I walk around with a knot in my stomach for days until you return because- I genuinely have no idea what I would do without you. My heart, my mind, my soul- it's all just so full of you."

Bucky knew that he was loved. Oh boy, he was loved well, he was loved to death. He could feel his eyes dampening a little, salty tears stinging his eyes as he reached for you again, covering your face with butterfly kisses, leaving no spot unkissed. He shamelessly dropped his weight on top of you afterwards, smothering you with himself and his love, as he buried his head on your neck.

There was no way that you could ever complain.

"I taught Alpine how to sit on command, by the way."

His laugh didn't help the way a single tear escaped your eyes, but you didn't mind crying out of love. "Stop training my girl, she's an independent feline."

"She's an independent and greedy feline. Would do anything for a treat, I bet I could teach her how to do those dog-show tricks with enough food involved."

"Show me when I wake up, m'kay?" he asked, voice laced with exhaustion finally breaking through. "And- teach her how to give paw. Without claws."

"I tried. My hand still looks like it went through the garbage disposal."

Bucky woke up a few hours later than you, to an empty bed. Heavy patter of sock-clad feet resonated through the small apartment as he made his way over to the kitchen, pulling an appreciative hum out of you when he wrapped his arms around the back of your busy figure. You were already done with the dishes when he came, thankfully, knowing very well that no matter how exhausted he was, he'd take the task from you.

You leaned back on him, basking on his warmth while he watched you wash off the remaining soap from your hands, patting them on the nearest towel. "Morning, sunshine." you chuckled, slowly turning around in his hold to smile up at him. "Slept well?"

"Yeah, except for the part where you abandoned me." a playful pout was on his lips as he spoke, pulling you closer as if you'd vanish from his hold if he didn't feel you tighter against him. "It was traumatizing, you see."

"Oh quit being so dramatic," you rolled your eyes playfully before attempting to push him off of you. He didn't budge, though, instead leaning close with his lips dangerously close to yours. "I was gonna bring you some fruit."

"That can wait," he shrugged, reaching in for a temptative peck. He leaned in even closer when you didn't complain, lips brushing against yours to invite you in. You gave in embarrassingly fast, lips molding to his in a gentle kiss as you held onto the counter behind you, his warm hands cupping your cheeks to guide you through it.

Bucky has always been a gentle lover, and it specifically showed in the way he held you, no matter how desperate he was to have your lips trapped between his. He was slow- giving you chances here and there to catch your breath as his own lips traveled a bit south, leaving soft kisses at their wake as they toured your neck. You could feel his smile against you, that lazy and appreciative smile of his which you loved so much, always attempting to pull that out of him.

The breaking factor of your kiss was the way Alpine meowed to get your attention, alerting you of her feeding time with rather unpleasantly loud sounds. "Oh wow," Bucky pulled away a little with a laugh, lips wet with a mixture of both your salivas- he didn't care much. "Seriously, baby girl? Couldn't see that we're busy over here?"

"She's traumatized enough," you reached in for one last kiss, the short peck clearly not enough for Bucky as he tried to follow your lips. You pushed him away with a playful laugh before walking towards Alpine's food bowl, her slim white figure swaying happily by your side. "Sorry, baby. Blame your daddy, not me." you hummed, pulling out her bag of food and ignoring the way Bucky teased you right back, focusing on filling her bowl instead.

You pushed yourself up to your feet with a grunt when Alpine got occupied with her food, noticing the way Bucky seemed to melt into the comfort of the couch. "You're still all stiff, aren't you?" you cooed, earning a slight nod from him. "I'll run us a bath."

Warm water did wonders to muscles, sore from your office job, and in Bucky's case, from days worth of constant anxiety upon willingly facing risks. Your chest against his back, the two of you eased in the silence, as you trailed kisses through both of his arms. He reached his metal arm out when you held onto it, admiring the way your soft flesh contrasted with the dark vibranium before intertwining your fingers.

"I don't remember a lot about my mom," he whispered softly, a sigh following right after. "It's mostly just my father. He passed away when I was in my early twenties, a few years before I was deployed." you gave his flesh hand a slight squeeze, knowing that he didn't like to talk about the past that much.

"Yet, sometimes I find myself wishing that you could've met him. He wasn't- well, he was a bit strict at times but he always told me to never let go of a woman who loves me, and to hold her to death if that's where it all goes." he chuckled, as you smiled a bit, watching the water moving along with him. "He'd scold me for not taking these things seriously but now I know what he meant. I hope he got to feel the same way that I do now, when he was with my mother."

"He'd be incredibly proud of you, Bucky." you held his arm closer against your chest, rubbing it soothingly. "For the man you've become. A good man."

"I like to imagine that." yet another sigh escaped him. "After I got back to my senses, out of HYDRA, I felt so… Lost. No family or friends, not even an acquaintance except for Steve and- you know, he had his own stuff to do. Captain America and his responsibilities, all that. I wanted to hold onto him so tight but at the same time, I felt guilty that I'd be holding a hero back. It didn't feel safe, comfortable or even just decent with anyone else- until, well, fate brought you to me."

You closed your eyes, heart feeling warmer than ever at his confessions.

"Steve realized that I fell for you long before I did. I knew that- I could see it in him, obviously, he's been my best friend for over eighty years- and I felt like the way he trusted you with me, it could only mean that I could be able to do the same. Know that I'm free of judgment when I'm by your side." he pulled you closer for a moment, just to lay a gentle kiss on your damp hair. "I felt like a dead man for all those years, until you held my hand for the first time. I felt like I was electroshocked or something." you laughed at that, patting his arm.

"You make me feel so alive, too, did you know that?" you spoke up, tracing his fingers with the tips of yours. "You make me feel human. Completely, utterly. Because with every flaw that I have, I know that I also have you to love them. To make me accept them."

"We're not meant to be flawless," he added on to your point. "But sweetheart, you're perfect with your flaws. And you make me feel perfect with mine."

Although the water wasn't as warm as before, you still basked in his embrace comfortably,

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[heliads]

Hi! I was wondering if you would mind writing a Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader where the reader is Bucky's soulmate and she knows that but Bucky doesn't then one day the reader becomes injured and then Bucky sees whatever soulmate mark you decide on. Thank you!

it's been too long since the last soulmate au

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Bucky Barnes is staring at a blank on his S.H.I.E.L.D. file and wondering how in the hell he’s supposed to fill it in. It is not the only one of such imposing empty lines, obviously, the sheer quantity of things that Bucky may or may not have done in his life that he has no idea about could probably fill another twelve dossiers or so, but this one in particular is enough to fill him with significant trepidation. 

For once, this specific box to check likely marks empty spots on the files of many other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, those both ex-brainwashed Russian killers and not. It’s a box that even civilians can go their whole lives without ever seeing filled. Usually, you hope that you’ll be able to find your soulmate before you take your last breath on this world but, well, no one’s ever lucky one hundred percent of the time. Someone always has to be the loser, the kid who gets picked last for schoolyard games, the guy who can’t manage to find his meant to be before it’s too late.

Somewhere inside, Bucky harbors a fear that the guy might be him. After all, what are the odds that he’d get to find his soulmate after the weird life he’s led? For all he knows, he left his soulmate behind in the 40s. Maybe they were supposed to meet him after he came back from fighting in the war and their paths never crossed once Bucky fell from that train. The visual makes his heart ache, picturing some woman growing old by herself all because he couldn’t manage to come back from that mission.

In fact, his soulmate could have been born during any time over the last hundred years or so. Bucky has been put into and come out of the ice over so many years that it would be impossible to map out any decade when he should have found his soulmate but just didn’t. In truth, he half wonders if he even has a soulmate at all. Were it not for the mark, he’s fairly sure he’d be able to talk himself out of thinking it was possible. After all of the horrible things Bucky has done, why should he deserve someone like a soulmate?

Yet the mark remains. Everyone has one, even if they haven’t managed to track down their soulmate yet. The idea is simple enough, although heaven knows it’s been analyzed so many times by self called scholars that everyone has a different take on it. Most people can agree on the bare minimum, though. Your soulmate’s biggest regret is written in their handwriting on your chest, right above the heart like an arrow between the ribs.

If you can use that scrap of information to find them, great. Bucky’s heard thousands of stories over the years of couples locating each other through the smallest of hints, the biggest of coincidences. His parents both regretted a train they never took and met one night wandering the city alone, wondering about the places they should have been. 

When his mother died when Bucky was just a kid, his dad’s mark changed to something about not treasuring the little moments. Bucky thought that’s what his would be when his father died a few years later, but he’s committed enough atrocities now to wash out such a commonplace regret.

It’s strange to think about what mark would be on his soulmate’s body now, if she’s still alive and not a corpse buried in time by now. What would it possibly say? Bucky has enough regrets to fill a thousand caskets, and he seems to be working towards that with every new job he takes. Bucky hurts and tortures and kills. It is the only thing he has known for quite some time. If he had any regret, it would be that someone has kept him alive for so long that he could have accomplished all these grievous tasks.

All these twists of fate have still led him to the same place, though, sitting in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and staring at his file. One of the agents in charge of handling the Avengers has handed over the manila dossier in the hopes of coaxing some more information out of him. Instead, it’s sent Bucky spiraling on a tangent of what he deserves in this life. Does he really get a soulmate after everything he’s done? Or should he damn himself to solitude in some desperate plea for penance?

All this might have changed were it not for the fact that Bucky does have a mark, and judging by the looks of it, his soulmate might be just as much of a mystery as him. It’s deceptively simple, this phrase inked onto his skin, and written in such a plain script that it could belong to thousands of people. There’s no way he’d be able to stick it to any specific person unless they told him outright. No, there will be no personal secrets here, not from his soulmate.

The tattoo above Bucky’s heart says this and this alone: opening the door. It could mean a thousand different things, and over the years, Bucky has had plenty of time to ponder them. Does his soulmate blame herself for something she did, for letting someone in? His latest theory was that she welcomed a killer into her house, although of course that could just be Bucky’s years of combat experience making up violence out of nothing. Maybe it was just the cause of a bad breakup. Odds are, his soulmate has a normal regret because she’s a normal person who doesn’t deserve all of the bloody baggage that goes along with James Buchanan Barnes.

A sound from across the room makes him startle.

“Are you done staring at your file, or can I take you out of here?”

Bucky looks up and breaks into a smile. His questioner is another agent, but this time a friend, not an inquisitor. He’s known Y/N L/N since he started working with the Avengers, and they’ve been close ever since. She understands exactly what it’s like to never know who to trust. They both have secrets they’d rather hide, and that means they’ll be closer than anyone else here.

Y/N started off as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., yes, but she almost didn’t turn out that way. The agent who first recruited her ended up being HYDRA. After Y/N graduated from S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, that superior officer gave her a spot on his team. She trusted him more than anything, which is why she didn’t question him at first when he started giving her secret missions, trips out to clandestine locations that never went in the official reports.

When the HYDRA reveal first came about, Y/N was stunned. It turns out her recruiting officer had been using her to fulfill his schemes for years. All this time, she thought she was furthering S.H.I.E.L.D.’s agenda, but instead she was being sent to kill people who started suspecting HYDRA moles. It’s been haunting her ever since for obvious reasons. Sometimes Bucky wonders if she ever wishes she never joined S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place just to avoid all the blood that’s now stained her hands.

That makes two of them with long lists of regrets, however. It also means he’ll always give Y/N far more of his attention than anything else. That’s what you do for your closest friend, he supposes. You find someone who fits with you and never let them go.

“I would be happy to finish up here,” Bucky answers her at last.

Y/N arches a brow. “You sure? You seemed to be in a pretty serious staring contest with that piece of paper.”

Bucky chuckles. “I was told to write down any new information so you could have a more complete file on me. Turns out I don’t like thinking about the fact that I still have no idea who my soulmate is.”

For some reason, Y/N’s face locks slightly. It’s the same sort of look she gets when she’s biting back a truth, keeping some part of herself hidden back. She always wears it when he talks about soulmates. Bucky once heard that she’s afraid of finding her soulmate because she’s terrified that he’ll betray her just like that superior officer did, and although that was nothing but a rumor, it makes sense.

In response, Bucky doesn’t bring up soulmates around Y/N. She seems grateful for it, and they keep it like that:  easy conversation, nothing more. It wouldn’t do to alienate the best thing Bucky has going for him at the moment over some discussion he could probably do without.

He stands up from the table, casting his dossier down on the surface without another thought. “Anyway, it’s not that important. What job do we have now?”

“You always assume I’m here for a mission,” Y/N chides, “what, I can’t just visit my friend because I feel like it?”

When Bucky remains judgmentally silent, she sighs and gives in. “Yeah, there’s a mission. Don’t give me that look. Basically, Fury sent in an agent to retrieve some data and the whole thing went south. What was supposed to be an abandoned HYDRA facility turned out to be very much not abandoned, and now he needs an extraction team before he gets someone killed.”

Bucky nods. “When do we take off?”

“A few hours,” Y/N replies, “why, do you have plans?”

“I’ll have to push off my melancholy musing for another day, but that’s probably for the best,” Bucky answers casually.

Y/N laughs. “As much fun as that sounds, your musing will have to wait. We have lives to save, Bucky. Let’s get going.”

Bucky watches her as they walk through the twisting halls of the S.H.I.E.L.D. complex. He’s heard people, both agents and Avengers alike, joke that the two of them should be soulmates from sheer similarity alone. They both have the same sort of personality and sense of humor. Factor in the fact that they’re both professional murderers and you’ve got the same person. If there was ever any two people that were just meant to be, it would be Bucky and Y/N. So the stories go, anyway.

In truth, Bucky isn’t sure that he would mind it. Sometimes when he’s had a couple too few hours of sleep and his mind is wandering unchecked, he pictures that sort of life. They could get a place together, some house or apartment that even S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn’t know about. He can imagine coming back from a hard day to find her waiting for him. They’d both be exhausted, but it would be enough to stay there with her and fight back the storm for another day.

It is not to be, of course. Y/N has her own life and Bucky is not a part of it outside of their friendship. That’s alright, though. Bucky can convince himself that it is alright. As long as he has her easy laughter, he can do anything. So he tells himself, at least. Still, when their own extraction mission goes south and Bucky starts worrying that he won’t even have that, his tenuous grip on his emotions starts to unravel. 

Out of desire to protect the already failing mission status, Fury hadn’t told them a whole lot about what they’d be walking into. In all honesty, Bucky isn’t sure that even Fury knows what’s going on in there. The agent stopped responding to pings about an hour ago. All Bucky and Y/N have to do is either help the agent get out or go retrieve a corpse.

Still, it would have been nice to have at least a little more information, perhaps about the number of people who’d be firing at them. Bucky and Y/N are huddled under some cover right now, although judging by the sheer quantity of bullets currently streaking towards them, it won’t last forever.

Y/N breathes out harshly, whipping out from around the corner of their protective overhang to fire a few shots at their attackers before hurrying back to safety. “This is only going to hold for a few more minutes. We need to move.”

“Fury said his agent was holed up in a warehouse,” Bucky recalls, “there’s one just across the clearing. If we can make it across, we can get the agent and get out.”

“Easy as that?” Y/N says, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, easy,” Bucky replies, starting to grin, “what, that doesn’t sound so simple to you?”

Y/N laughs once. “Oh, it’s going to be a piece of cake. Come on, let’s sprint over before we get shot to bits.”

Bucky gives them a count to three and then they take off running. He provides as much cover fire as he can while they hurl themselves towards the door of the warehouse, but it’s not like his efforts do a whole lot. The HYDRA agents in the area have been converging on their location for some time now, and the firefight is going to happen regardless.

Through some dumb luck, Bucky manages to make it to the door of the warehouse unscathed. He blows through the lock with a bullet and kicks it open. Bucky falls across the threshold, pulling Y/N through and slamming the door shut behind him. He almost thinks that they were able to make the trip without getting shot when he looks over and sees Y/N clutching a hand over her collarbone.

Instantly, his heart drops. Mission forgotten, Bucky rushes over to her.

“What is it?” He asks, terrified, ���What happened?”

Despite her obvious pain, Y/N spares Bucky the time for a sarcastic look. “I got shot, what else?”

Bucky grimaces. “Yeah, I can see that. Let me get a look at it, I need to make sure you’re not going to die on me.”

“It would ruin the charming atmosphere of this place, wouldn’t it?” Y/N quips, but moves her hands aside and lets Bucky drift closer anyway.

There’s a lot of blood, that much is obvious, but when Bucky tries to look closer Y/N steps away again.

“I’ll be fine,” she says, hand already drifting up to cover the wound again.

Bucky shakes his head. “Clearly you won’t. You’re losing blood too quickly. Come on, let me bandage it. You can’t finish the mission in this state and you know it.”

Y/N looks like she wants to run. “I’ll be fine,” she repeats.

“Do you really trust me so little that you’d rather bleed out than accept my help?” Bucky breathes.

Y/N stares at him a second longer, then sighs and looks away. “Fine. Just don’t–”

She cuts herself off, leaving Bucky wondering what on earth she’s talking about. He doesn’t have much time for questioning, however, as every moment that he wastes is one in which Y/N loses even more precious blood than before. 

He moves quickly, grabbing bandages from a kit in his bag and rushing towards her.The neck of her shirt tears easily, and Bucky is able to patch her up as best he can. He’s about to make some stupid comment about how that wasn’t so hard when he sees it.

Y/N’s soulmate mark is just visible with the blood cleaned away from it. Even without reading the words, Bucky would recognize the handwriting in an instant. He’s always wondered what it would be like, if you could really know your own script if you saw it inked into someone’s skin, but now Bucky can answer that question definitively. Somehow, Bucky knows it in his gut. That’s his writing, and that’s his regret spelled out into Y/N’s skin.

I will never know if I have stopped being the Winter Soldier.

It could never be anyone but him. He wonders what that would have been like, to be born with that sentence on your body, to go about your life with the name of a killer inscribed in your own flesh. Y/N has been marked for death from the very moment she was alive, all because she had the misfortune of being tied to him. 

All of a sudden, everything makes sense. Y/N’s regret, the one written over his own heart. Opening the door. She opened the door from her old life to let in that superior agent who turned her into a killer, didn’t she? Bucky should have seen it coming. His gaze slowly raises to meet Y/N’s, who looks at him wearily. 

Bucky breathes out slowly. “You’ve known all this time, haven’t you?”

Of course she had. How could she not? Y/N would have learned about the Winter Soldier the second he started showing his face again. She has always known the truth, and she has never told him.

Y/N tenses. “You weren’t ready to know. I wasn’t ready to tell you. You had to figure out who you wanted to be before you started thinking about trying to make a soulmate happy. I didn’t think I deserved to mess up someone else’s life after all the mistakes I’ve made.”

Bucky nods slowly. “Would you have told me eventually?”

“I hope,” Y/N whispers.

She seems to expect him to get mad, but for some reason Bucky just understands. Their entire lives have been bad choices, one after another. Telling him that she was his soulmate would have been a consequence so massive it would impact them for the rest of their lives. It is no surprise that she would have held back.

“I’m just happy to have you now,” Bucky tells her. “Truly, I am. I just want you. Regardless of when we started, we get to finish like this. It all ends the same.”

Y/N’s eyes shine. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” Bucky assures her, “I always will. We might want to discuss this after the mission, though.”

Y/N laughs, a true laugh. He hasn’t heard such relieved joy from her in some time, and it delights him like nothing else. “I think that sounds good to me.”

It’s good to him, too. It’s all good.

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 (ma prune)

valentine's day masterlist

summary - winter goes to the markets to buy some plums as he usually does when he spies some flowers and fruits for you.

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Winter didn’t understand anything, especially not Valentine’s Day. He didn’t understand the whole couple and gifting thing. It was confusing. No matter how often someone explained it, he still didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand the feeling he felt toward you, the sense of wanting to give you something and see that beautiful smile that made his heart beat extremely fast. He was told it wasn’t bad, but could he really trust someone’s word?

He was at the markets, buying plums… He couldn’t get enough of the plums, and while he was there, he grabbed a bunch of fruits he had seen you eat, knowing that you enjoyed them all. You were the only person he would share his plums with, though. If anyone else tried to touch one, he’d try and stab them. Apparently, he isn’t allowed to do that? You had explained that to him when he had attempted to stab Sam.

His sharp blue eyes spied a stand full of beautiful flowers, and they had reminded him of you, causing his feet to move toward them before he could think about it. He smiled awkwardly at the lady behind the stand, pointing nervously at a few of them and nodding when she asked if he wanted them to be made into a bouquet. He held them carefully as he began to walk back to the compound, not wanting to squash them with his strength. Winter goes through the doors and into the elevator, remembering which buttons to press after you showed him. When the doors opened, he walked through them and was immediately hit by your scent wafting through the air, and his heart began to nearly beat out of his chest when you rounded the corner. 

“Winter! Your back! How did the markets go?” You smile, walking up to him and bringing him into a small hug. He relaxes into you the moment you touch him, feeling himself melt. He grunts, staring down at you with soft eyes. “Good, huh?” Your eyes move down and notice the flowers, “I see you expanded your purchase.” He nods before thrusting the flowers toward you, bobbing down at them. “For me?” He nods again, trying to smile as you grab them and bring them to your nose before watching him lift a separate bag filled with various fruits. “Winter… You didn’t have to do all this. But thank you, I love it.” You lean forward and place a gentle kiss on his cheek, smiling when they turn bright red. 

His heart was beating so fast, staring down at you and feeling his breath hitch when you kissed his cheek. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and your eyes were only on him. He wondered why someone so precious and beautiful would like someone like him. So broken and damaged, but you never saw him in that way, and that was what he loved about you.

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[s-123-dont-know]

I just know that Captain America: The Winter Soldier came out almost 10 years ago because if it were released now the world wouldn't know how to handle this:

CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS WITH THE WAY SOCIAL MEDIA ARE NOW???

And with Sebastian looking like this?

LOOK AT HIM!!!

Definitely my favourite bucky phase int the MCU, and I'm mad that they didn't explode his potential.

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[mushrubes]

Acceptance

Fear | Three Stages of love | Marvel Masterlist 

Requested : no

Song : Labyrinth - Taylor Swift

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x (she/her) reader

Type : Fluff!!

Warnings : angst if you squint

Word count : 904

you’re loved!! <3

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Oh, I’m falling in love

“Please?” Sam pleaded, looking at the moping man who was currently sat in his bed. He sighed and looked at the photo on his bed side before agreeing, Sam grinning and thanking him as he brushed him off, stumbling into the bathroom. They had been invited over for Morgan’s birthday and Sam had told Bucky it was the best day to do some way of confession to Y/n. He picked out a tidy shirt and trousers to wear along with his usual jacket and shoes, joining Sam in the hallway. “It’ll be fine.” he assured, trying to calm Bucky’s nerves but all he could do was hope. 

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“Uncle Sam! Uncle Bucky!” Morgan called, making Y/n put her down as she ran over to greet them both. “There’s my favourite Stark!” Sam gasped, picking her up and spinning her around. “Go.” Pepper nudged, smirking at Y/n who rolled her eyes at the lady. “Morgan, be careful!” she shouted and jogged after her. “Nice to see you too.” Sam joked, Y/n rolling her eyes at him but smiling. “Hey.” Bucky greeted, playing with his hands to try and contain his nerves. “Bucky.” they breathed out, smiling and pulling him into a hug. Bucky froze silently before hugging them back, resting his head on top of theirs. “Come on, the foods ready.” she smiled, taking his hand and bringing him along, missing the smirk Sam and Pepper gave him. 

Once they had all eaten, they broke into smaller groups all of them talking amongst themselves. Y/n was talking to Pepper, locking eyes with Bucky across the room before he walked outside. “Auntie Y/n! Can we play outside?” Morgan asked, pulling on the hem of the dress, getting her attention. She crouched down and ruffled her hair, Morgan arguing in protest. “Of course, let’s go.” she grinned, taking her hand and walking her out the backdoor. Sam and Bucky were already stood out there, Bucky’s nerves getting the best of him. “You need to talk to her, come on.” Sam groaned, getting frustrated of the super soldier’s excuses. His eyes settled on the pair walking out, grinning at Bucky. “I’ll take Morgan off her hands, you go talk.” he planned, not giving him time to back out.

“I’ll take her of your hands while you talk to grumpy old staring man.” Sam teased, Y/n smiling and shaking her head at his comment. “Thank you, Sam.” Y/n responded as he assured it was fine, walking away with Morgan. Y/n sat down on the bench, watching as Sam played with the girl and smiling at the scene. When someone sat next to her, she didn’t look to see who it was, aware of who it was by the familiar scent filling her nostrils. After a few minutes, she looked up, seeing Bucky also watching Sam, probably so she didn’t catch him looking. 

“You grew your hair out again.” she commented, looking at his long locks as he looked back at her, giving her a small smile. “I did.” he chuckled, knowing how much she loved his long hair. “I should probably explain myself.” he spoke up after a while, not expecting a response. “I... I didn’t mean to hurt you. God that was the last thing I wanted to do, I’m so sorry. I just got so, so scared, I didn’t know what to do.” he paused, taking a deep breath. Y/n didn’t say anything, instead grabbing his arm. “Scared of what, Buck?” Y/n asked softly, rubbing their thumb across his hand.

 “I... I fell in love again, for the first time in seventy odd years, with you. And...and it terrified me, I didn’t want to risk losing you and you deserve better - so much better than me.” he paused, seeing her going to respond but holding a finger up to signal to wait. “But I accept it. I’m in love with you. It kills me to be away from you, when we’re on missions it gives me so much anxiety because I’m scared, I could lose you even though you’re very capable of defending yourself. I love the sound of your voice, your laugh and how you annoy me with Sam. I know it’s selfish of me but you’re the only one I can see myself with.” Bucky explained, Y/n looking at him with the biggest grin ever. She didn’t respond at first, chuckling at him before laughing. Bucky tried to keep calm, his cheeks going red as he felt a mix of anxiety and embarrassment fall over him. “Buck. You are such an idiot.” she teased, Bucky blinking and staring back blankly.

“Sorry?” he questioned as she took his hands before dropping one, pressing a hand to his cheek and softly caressing it. “I love you too, you idiot.” she confessed, Bucky gently holding her wrist. “You do?” he wondered, looking surprised as she laughed even harder. “Yes. I thought it was obvious.” Y/n teased, Bucky now chuckling to. Their foreheads were now pressed together, smiles of love plastered onto their faces. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered, Y/n nodding at him. “Yes, yes you can.” they responded before he pressed his lips delicately to hers, showing the passion and genuine emotion between them. It went on for a minute or so, pulling away for air. Sam’s wolf whistle made them both blush profusely, Morgan running over.

“Can I be the flower girl at your wedding?”

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[professorrw]

Hello!! Is it possible to ask for a (fem) reader x Bucky, (Chaotic besties that make out sometimes) where reader has the ability to heat up any part of her body to 100+ C degrees, (Can't catch on fire w/ out a bit've help, and if she uses it to much she gets a horrid fever, or 3rd degree burns) and she uses it during battle, for the first time in front of everyone, and scares most of the avengers because "How did she melt the creatures skin and grab it's heart?? WTF??"

very interesting concept i've got to say 😂

marvel masterlist

Title: You Can Set My Heart on Fire

Pairing: female reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: injuries, some gore, and chaotic besties

A/N: Requests open, check my request rules and who I write for that’s linked on my navigation! My taglist is open and I would love it if you would like, comment, and reblog!

the Avengers know you have powers but don't know the full extent. other than Tony who recruited you after reading a file on you from SHIELD

you got in some trouble after having a meltdown (literally) and had to go into rehabilitation for a while before you got recruited.

you were a teen whenever the meltdown happened, and you didn't get much contact with other people so you're living your life to the fullest now. even though you're 26 when you join the Avengers you're still pretty lively and fiery (also literally)

when you joined the Avengers you were introduced to everyone, including Bucky, who was VERY quiet at first

you saw his shyness as a challenge and for two years (yes two years, he was a tough nut to crack) you made it your job to get him to open up

it worked, and in the process you guys became best friends

Steve thinks you influenced him a little too much because you're both kind of reckless and do dumb things sometimes

don't let alcohol anywhere near you two

the first time you two made out it was because you were drunk

that wasn't the reason the second, third, fourth... you get it.

what you two had going on was very convenient. you came and went as you pleased and didn't have many strings attached. you were still besties, but whenever you wanted someone to spend the night with you could go to each other

you found Bucky extremely attractive, and he also found you very attractive. you were also the only person that was dead set on getting him to become your friend instead of judging him for his past actions.

missions with the whole squad were very fun. you and Buck tag teamed and dicked around (but still got work done of course)

the first time you used the full extent of your powers was three years into you becoming an Avenger

normally you wouldn't need to use the full extent. you didn't want to use the full extent because you knew it wouldn't be pretty

but that particular mission was difficult. you were exhausted and had been fighting for what felt like forever.

you were already burning up and your skin was starting to blister.

unfortunately for the monster running towards you, you were aggravated. in less than a second you heated your arms up as much as you possibly could and grabbed the monster, burning through its flesh and gripping its heart. you ripped the monster in half and threw the burning heart at the next approaching creature.

you weren't aware that a couple of the Avengers were looking your way, but when you heard a "Ho-ly shit" from Bucky you turned around and saw everyone staring at you in awe

"What?" you asked, out of breath

"Didn't know you could do that," Clint said. "That's cool- wait are you supposed to be on fire?"

you looked down at your arms and lo and behold, they were aflame

you waved your arms around and swatted at your skin, which seared from the developing third degree burns

Bucky ran to help you, and together you put the fire out.

"This doesn't look too good doll," he said.

"I'm alright," you smiled

"Y/N," Bucky said, looking at you with a no bullshit face

"Okay maybe it hurts a little," you confessed. you were trying to brush it off so Bucky wouldn't worry. but it did hurt pretty bad.

"Uhuh. We'll take care of this when we get home."

the rest of the Avengers finished off the rest of the creatures while you took it easy (curtesy of Buck)

when you got home Bucky took you straight to his room.

"Wait here, I'll be right back sweetheart."

"Fiiiine," you grumbled.

a few minutes later he returned with bandages, an IV (who let him have that? you thought), and multiple ointments

he sat beside you on his bed and applied the creams to your forearms.

you winced

"Sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay. Thank you for helping me Buck," you said.

"Anytime doll. I don't like seeing you hurt." he looked up at you, taking his attention away from your arm

he looked at you so tenderly you couldn't help but kiss him. he immediately reciprocated, cupping your cheeks

without thinking you put your hand on the bed but regretted it almost instantly. you cursed

"You better take it easy on that arm," he teased.

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[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Do I wanna know? | Chapter 4

summary: Bucky honestly didn’t know what hit him as he woke up and you, you were just hoping a shower and some coffee would make you feel better after your night but I guess it’s not going exactly like that. 

listen to: Death wish- role model

warnings: violence

word count: 2k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!!

Bucky Barnes never thought he would fall in love. 

It wasn’t a thing about being the Winter Soldier or the guilt from those years that made him arrive at this conclusion. It was the fact that he truly never believed it would ever happen to him. He had witnessed his parent's marriage, he had witnessed his father leaving his mother without a second thought, he remembered how his mother cried over him and how he had to be there to pick up the pieces that his father had left on his way out. 

His mother never recovered, his sister didn’t even remember him and Bucky decided that if he could prevent it, he wouldn’t fall in love. 

And so, he spend the rest of the years until the war, taking different girls dancing and chasing them, when he was older he was kissing them on dark allies or before he left them at their respective doors. He sometimes would even take two different girls dancing when Steve would deny him and them his company, or he would flirt carelessly with them, asking for numbers and addresses he knew he would never remember. 

When he was drafted into the army he figured he wouldn’t even care about being more discreet with girls since these could be his very last few days on this earth and he might not come back to America. Then, Hydra took him and when Bucky got out, he felt physically unable to form any sort of connection. He couldn’t even flirt as he used to or even be relaxed enough to utter a single word. 

And then, you arrived. 

Bucky turned on his bed as he recalled what had happened the night before. He stared at the ceiling only to be plagued by the memories of your labored breath, he could swear he still felt the warmth of your body on his fingertips, he recalled your lips ghosting over his and how you had looked at him as if you’d been starved from him. Bucky still felt his whole body buzzing at the feeling of you over him, of him pushing against you, of your wispy gasp as his tongue invaded your mouth, of your body and he could only picture you on his mind now. 

Bucky shuddered. The thought of him kissing you was thrilling but almost to the point of being also terrifying. The mere fact that he’d even thought about it repeatedly, the mere fact that he’d been thinking about kissing an assassin that had been sent to end him, about kissing the girl who had a pointed a knife to his throat seconds before, would be enough for Dr. Raynor to lock him up, and yet…

And yet he’d dreamed about you. 

He had tried not to remember the details of the memory or the details of his dreams- the heat and the sweat of it- but he’d decided to stay awake as much as he could, watching mindless TV in order to avoid them or even drink enough to slide into mindless oblivion, hoping he would forget the pain and the memories of you. 

And yet they didn’t disappear, it wasn’t until late in the day that he realized that he needed to find you again. 

Bucky quickly raised from his bed, the one he had finally been able to sleep on without feeling he was going to be swallowed by the earth just because he slept thinking about you, and took his phone. 

He dialed the number rather quickly and waited for Ayo to pick up. 

“Don’t tell me,” Ayo stated nonchalantly as she finally picked up and Bucky smirked at the sound of her voice. “You got your ass kicked again by the girl, didn’t you?” 

Bucky smiled as he remembered you and proceeded to ask Ayo if there was any way that they could track you down. 

And although Bucky was thrilled about the thought of finding you, you were a whole other story. 

You almost didn’t get out of bed and you wanted the earth to swallow whole. With a shaky breath, you pushed yourself out of bed and force yourself to put your body into the tub to finally wash the blood from last night away as well as James Barnes's touch from your skin. But before you entered your body into the tub, you checked your appearance in the mirror of the bathroom. Your body was covered in bruises and although they would be gone by the next few days thanks to the serum that you had flowing through your veins, you couldn’t help but notice how awful they looked. You felt angry at the thought of them but then you watched your lips and you were able to make out your ruined lipstick, which you were beyond sure it was Barnes doing. 

With a shaky hand, you wiped away the evidence as you finally placed your body on the water and you shuddered at the memories. The water was warm and it helped with the annoying pain you were feeling but you couldn't relax your muscles no matter how hard you tried and you felt nauseous at the thought of talking to Yelena. 

You had never lied to Yelena before- lying was part of your job but with strangers, never to your bosses or your fellow black widows. You felt sick to your stomach as you recalled how she had texted you an hour ago and you hadn’t answered. The guilt was eating you alive and you wanted nothing more than you simply disappear. You had not only been unsuccessful at your plan of killing James Barnes but you’d also ended up kissing him as if you’d been deprived of air. 

You pulled yourself under the water once again as if it would wake you up from an awful nightmare but as you came up for air again and the blood from your hair started to taint the water from the bath, you simply remained motionless in that position on the bath. You tried to keep your eyes on the water but you just imagined James Barnes's electric and icy blue eyes, you just recalled his hand on your cheek and his lips on yours, his insisting pushing. 

You tried to ignore the fast beating of your heart as you recalled how he had held you last night, with such care and so opposite to how he had held your body minutes before, how his eyes seemed to soften when he saw your face, how the anger dissipated and was replaced with hunger, how you melted in him and how your bodies seemed to fit and suddenly your body grew hot as the images from came back to your mind. 

Until you snapped. 

Without missing a bit you got out of the tub, you knew that you needed to distract yourself, your mind shouldn’t have gone back to whatever had happened between you two, and even less now that Yelena was still texting you, which only cause the sinking feeling in your chest to grow.

You didn’t even care to dress properly, only bothering to put on flowy trousers and a cardigan with some glasses and a baseball cap, as if would be a proper disguise for you. You got out of the apartment in a rush as you walked through the streets of Brooklyn, hoping to eye a proper place for you to be alone and simply stay still, feel the wind whipping at your cheeks and nose, to feel at peace without those steel-blue eyes hunting you. 

As you walked, you found yourself in a cozy Starbucks and your body screamed for you to go in. You were indeed feeling better after the shower and yet your body felt as if a truck had run over you, and so, you decided that if the coffee could make you feel a bit more energized, you should definitely take it. 

You entered the café quietly, it was mostly empty which you appreciated and thought because it was already a bit late for going for a latte. 

“Hi, how are you?” The barista said with a smile but tired eyes. “How can I help you today?”

“May I please have a venti latte with coconut milk, please?” you asked as you looked for the money to pay on your bag, not paying much attention to actually listen to the girl repeating your order out loud as she wrote on the cup. 

“Can I have your name?”

“Y/N,” you stated and you froze as you realized you’d given your actual name and not one of the many you usually used when you went out. You blamed the exhaustion on your body for that mistake and although your eyes had opened like plates, the barista didn’t give you a second look as she received the cash you were handing out to her and muttered a small thank you before she asked her coworker to start doing the drink. 

You nodded and walked away with your heart hammering in your chest as you cursed yourself mentally as you gave a long sigh hoping that no one else had listened but honestly, you didn’t even bother looking around and you simply took your phone out that had more messages from Yelena. 

YB: are you okay? I’m going to look for you if you don’t answer in T-7h

You rolled your eyes at her words. It was odd for Yelena to even give such complete messages when texting since you knew someone could actually hack it or steal it and see anything, so you knew that if she was texting you this much, it couldn’t be anything good. 

Nonetheless, the prospect of telling Yelena more lies made your stomach churn but you knew there would be absolutely no way that you could tell her what had actually happened. You’d actually broken your promise to Yelena and you knew this would hurt her, she had no one, and yet here you were betraying her. 

And as much as you hated lying to her, you knew it was for the best.

Y: sorry. Wasn’t feeling good. 

You glanced at the screen, waiting for Yelena to answer, hoping that she would believe you again. 

YB: Want me to come over?

Y: No, it’s nothing. Didn’t get the project I was hoping for yesterday but I’ll keep on trying. 

You shuddered at the message, how could you ever keep on trying to kill him if you had kissed him like that and felt whatever you felt at that moment. 

“Latte for Y/N!” The barista stated, not as loudly as some other baristas did, which you were thankful for. You smiled at him and started to drink your coffee as you kept looking at your phone hoping Yelena would answer.

And then you heard those steps, those familiar steps, and then the scent of whiskey with the undertone of cinnamon, and your heart dropped but you didn’t turn around just yet. 

“You have a lovely name,” his voice ricocheted on the small café, and in your mind, you could feel his voice on your bones and as you slowly turned around, your eyes were trapped by his steel blue ones. 

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[bxckybarness]

Back in the Fight III

summary: Zemo takes you to Madripoor, where things get a little out of hand.

word count: 1500+

warnings: slight mention of trafficking. very, very brief mention, no detail. also a bit of canon divergence

catch up on part I and part II here

Uncomfortable.

Everything about this situation was uncomfortable. Yes, you were used to undercover work. But something about this felt different to you, and not in a good way.

The fabric of the dress that sat too low on your chest and too high on your thighs was itchy in every place possible. The heels you wore were almost high enough to break your ankles. The air in Madripoor was thick and stuffy.

On your left, Sam was dressed out in high scale clothing, intending to match the get-up of a well-known rake nicknamed the Smiling Tiger. To your right, Bucky was dressed in his normal outfit with his metal arm exposed, meant to show that he was, in fact, the Winter Soldier. Both seemed tense and just as uncomfortable as you were.

The three of you and Zemo walked through the streets of Hightown. The neon-lit streets were crawling with people. Some held large guns in their hands, others held stacks of cash. This, you thought, felt like you had landed in some video game. You subconsciously move closer to Bucky’s side and keep your head down, not really wanting to interact with anyone on the street for fear of blowing your cover, or worse.

After a few minutes of walking, you arrive at a crowded bar and Zemo begins to lead the four of you through the door. You move next to Sam and wrap your arm around his, assuming your role as the rake’s woman of interest for the night. People begin to watch you and you suddenly feel more exposed than you already had. Sam, feeling your apprehension, grabs and squeezes your hand lightly. You give him a slight nod and look back at the crowd around you. If you were to play your part correctly, you needed to be confident.

Zemo, noticing the crowd’s interest in your group, quickly speaks up. You don’t register the words he’s speaking in his cold tone, but recognize the language to be Russian. Bucky tensing up in front of you and Sam confirms your suspicions and immediately you hear whispers wave through the mass of people.

“The Winter Soldier?”

“Is that really him?”

“I thought he was dead?”

The next few minutes feel like a blur. You watch as Sam drinks a cocktail involving the guts of a snake and try not to bring up your last meal. You listen as Zemo controls the situation, asking for information about the Power Broker. You scan your surroundings, keeping eyes on everyone surrounding the bar. People walk in and out of the room - were any of these people who Zemo had brought you to meet?

What brings you out of your trance is Zemo speaking in Russian again and Bucky, who had been standing stoically along the bar before, lurch toward a man standing just behind you. The two of you lock glances quickly, before he resumes his role.

“It didn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo says with a chuckle.

“Shut the hell up,” you respond, a shiver going through your body. Reality is blurred as you watch him fight. And the others feel it too. Guns are cocked, people are shouting - was this really a part of the plan?

You share a quick, worried glance with Sam, who moves to pull Bucky off of the man he’s currently choking to death. You stay at your position in front of the bar, keenly observing the crowd that is quickly closing in. Zemo is quick to step in front of Sam, mouthing words that you can’t hear, even from your close proximity. Whatever he said must have worked, for only seconds later the bartender announces that Selby was ready to talk.

You all quickly duck out of the main room and are ushered through the dark hallways to an upper level. As subtle as you could, you walk up next to Bucky, quickly grabbing and squeezing his hand, making an effort to make as little extra movement as possible.

“You good?” you whisper, the words barely coming out in fear of attracting the attention of the heavily armed men walking behind you.

He gulps and gives a quick nod. On other days, you wouldn’t have questioned it, but today, you see right through his facade. Fortunately for him, now isn’t the time to badger, so you sigh and give his hand one final squeeze before creating space between you once again.

When you’re introduced to Selby, you have to hold back your cringe at the way she looks at you. Like you’re tonight’s meal. Or a prize to be won. She, unlike you and your posse, is obviously not one for subtlety. You’re sure everyone else feels the tension too and you’re confident they do when Zemo speaks. The words that come out of his mouth somehow manage to make you more sick than Selby’s stare.

“What I’m proposing is this,” he begins, moving to stand next to you as he walks, “You tell us what you know about the Super Soldier serum, and I’ll let you have our dear pet here. She will do anything you want.”

You shudder, your mouth falling open at this suggestion. Sam tenses up, and Bucky’s fists flex at his side. None of you dare move, though. You try to plaster a smile on your face, working hard to play your part to perfection. You’re sure it’s coming across as more of a pained grimace and you desperately plead with any god out there to help you through this test of your patience.

“Well now,” Selby says, her voice low. “I’m glad I decided not to kill you. That’s quite the offer.”

Zemo pushes you across the room so you’re standing right in front of Selby. She pats the spot on the couch next to her and you take a deep breath, before sitting. She takes one last glance at you before speaking again.

“The serum is here in Madripoor, thanks to Dr. Nagel. It got a bit out of hand,” she says. She shakes her head and smiles to herself, looking almost proud of the chaos.

“Is the Doctor, still around?” Zemo counters.

Selby lets out a laugh and pats you on your bare thigh before standing, “The bread crumbs are free, but I’m afraid you’ll have to pay for the whole bakery. And before you-”

She’s cut off by a cell phone vibrating, loudly. Louder than you would’ve liked, considering the phone in question appears to belong to Sam. The next few minutes are dreadful and feel like slow-motion.

Sam answers the phone, he’s trying to play cool.

Sarah is on the other end, clearly not understanding the situation and getting irritated by the circumstances.

Selby begins pacing around the room, circling your group like she’s on the hunt for prey.

You’re standing and moving back to where Bucky is, against the far wall.

Sarah calls Sam by his name and -

Sarah calls Sam by his name. Shit.

Before you can react, guns are firing and Selby’s body is suddenly falling to the floor, lifeless. You curse under your breath and reach for the small knife that’s hidden under the hem of your dress. You get to it just in time, as one of Selby’s henchmen moves quickly in your direction. You slash him across the arm, causing him to lash out. You are unable to move away fast enough and the heel of his gun crashes right into the side of your head.

You let out a pained yelp and scramble backwards, ending up against the wall. Bucky is quickly on your attacker, taking him down with much better speed and strength than you. As Sam takes care of the other guard, Bucky quickly moves to you, reaching out to steady you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, a worried expression laying firmly on his face.

“Considering I could’ve been used as Selby’s groupie tonight, a concussion is looking pretty good,” you respond, attempting humor to relieve the pain you’re feeling.

Bucky grumbles under his breath and you notice his eyes go dark, but only for a fleeting second. “You know I would’ve never let that happen to you.”

“If that’s what needed to happen to complete the mi-”

“No,” he shouts, “I would never let that happen to you. Do you hear me?”

“Y-yes,” you say softly. “I know. And I hope you know, I won’t let Zemo continue to use your past for our gain.”

“It’s okay, doll,” he says.

But you cut him off, wanting to prove your point like he did for you, “I mean it, Buck.”

He gently squeezes your shoulder and helps you stand up straight. You notice Sam and Zemo standing in front of you - have they been there the whole time? Sam looks smug and Zemo looks pissed. You pull away from Bucky quickly, feeling a bit awkward that you had an audience. That was the first time Bucky had ever acted so passionate (was that the right word?) around you and it was making you feel slightly warm.

“I hate to break up the love fest,” he says, “but we have a real problem, now.”

You nod and grip the knife in your hand and glance around the room at your friends. Just days ago, you had been living peacefully in your New York apartment. And now, you were in some lawless part of a foreign country on the hunt for a crazy doctor who created an army of super soldiers. Oh, and you might be developing feelings for your super-soldier Avenger friend. If this was only the start of the problem, you were certainly in for one hell of a night.

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[rookthorne]

the collective works with the main pairing of Winter Soldier will be in this masterlist.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐃 + 𝐃²

COMING SOON

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⠈⠂⠄⠄ Bodyguard ⠈⠂⠄⠄ Omegaverse

⠈⠂⠄⠄ Mafia and Artist

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖

The Asset’s world had always been seen through a veil of black and crimson. That changed the moment when an ocean of hues stained what was left of his mind.

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖

His basest instinct screamed to fight — to tear and maim like the animal they made him to be. Merciless, ferocious, and dangerous. And they’d regret it all, one day; a cornered beast lies in wait.

𝐈𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐧 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐃

Orders were orders. To disobey them meant pain, or something much, much worse. The voice in his head screamed with anguish at the weight in his hand, but he was a machine, not a man — machines obeyed without question.

𝐁𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅

Every man had a weakness. They found and exploited his, and they would sorely regret it.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐖

God worked in mysterious ways, they knew that when they worked on him, experimented on him. Little did they know they would meet their maker at the end of a titanium hand, blood-stained, and vengeful.

𝐀 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖

A soothing voice was guiding him and to where, he did not know — but he knew he would be safe from the horrors that followed him.

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖

A rogue agent amidst their ranks, it was the perfect plan, a perfect escape. It was their fatal mistake. 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐃

֎ Omegaverse AU

After an eternity of being held against your will, and just as long having been forced to watch your alpha suffer at the hands of the wicked, an opportunity arose. An opportunity so rare, so unique, that it would never be offered again. It was time to escape, and it was time to bathe the halls in their blood — never again would you be held by the bars of a cell, not if he could stop it.

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐃 + 𝐃²

֎ Serial Killer AU

The night from hell had only begun when you started seeing a shadow observing you; appearing in the corner of your vision as you partied and rounded up the stragglers to herd them out the door. You didn’t know that what lay ahead was a nightmare dreamed up from the depths of your worst fears, nor did you know that the night would be stained red by the hands of someone you couldn’t even fathom could stalk the earth. 

You weren’t sure what would be better — becoming one of the fallen that painted the walls red to escape what awaited you, or rolling over and baring your throat in a plea for mercy. 

There were no Gods to save you, nor knights in shining armour — if you were going to make it out alive, you would for damn sure have to fight for it.

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[nev3rfound]

strike twice : b.b

bucky sure knows how to put his foot in it sometimes. but when a storm causes a powercut throughout new york, he's quick to make amends. (1k word count)

warnings - just a fluffy piece :)

masterlist / permanent taglist / etsy shop

feedback is appreciated!

"Fine!" You scream in response, exasperated from the argument that arose between you two other such a trivial matter.

Scoffing, Bucky picks up his bag and heads for the door to your room. "Night, Y/n." Bucky manages to say through gritted teeth, not daring to spare you a glance in response before slamming the door shut, almost breaking it from the hinges.

"Asshole." The word leaves your lips in a whisper as you collapse onto your bed with a heavy sigh.

The rain lining the windows mirrors the tears falling down your cheeks, all of which slowly link together before disappearing through the cracks and quickly replenishing.

Reaching over, you grab a hold of your phone, only to see it's dead. "Fuck!" You groan, throwing your phone at your wall before bringing your legs to your chest, allowing your cries to increase in the comfort of your own room with the rain battering down on the windows.

On the lower levels of the compound, Bucky sits with a scotch in his grasp, nursing it tenderly whilst Steve sits beside him, slightly dumbfounded.

"So what were you guys even arguing about?" Steve asks, brows remaining furrowed following Bucky's slightly rushed explanation.

"Doesn't even matter now." Bucky huffs, taking another swig of his drink. "But she's not happy, and neither am I frankly."

Humming in response, Steve glances behind him noticing rain starting to hammer against the windows. "And you had nothing to do with that?" He dares ask, hearing his friend's glass slam down on the counter.

"No." Bucky is too quick to respond, knowing for a fact it is his fault this time. "Possibly." It passes his lips softly in defeat. "I might've messed up, pal."

"You don't say." Steve chuckles, now fixated on the rain lashing down, and the rumbles of thunder following suit. "Storms on its way." He motions, oblivious to Bucky tensing at the statement.

"A stor-" Before Bucky can finish his question, the lights above start to flicker, TV monitors start to glitch and FRIDAY blares gibberish. Quick to stand up, Bucky heads for the door just as the entire compound is submerged in darkness. "Oh no." His lips turn to a frown upon hearing a well-known cry from across the compound.

Your eyes frantically search the room for your phone, only to find it and remember it's out of battery. "No, no." Mumbles pass from your lips in a panic whilst the rolls of thunder boom closer to your window, causing you to jolt with every sound.

Reaching for your blanket, you quickly grab a hold of it before stumbling into the bathroom and quietly close the door behind you.

Eagerly running through the compound, Bucky hears numerous conversations happening at once, but none of them concern him as he runs several flights of stairs to reach your floor. Once there, he slowly lets himself into your room, trying to see your silhouette through the lightning strikes.

"Doll?" Bucky calls out, now fully in your room but you are nowhere in sight.

With a sigh, Bucky turns to exit your room, wondering if perhaps you went to find solace in Natasha or someone else. "Bucky?" He pauses, hearing you whimper from the bathroom.

Wasting no time, Bucky opens the door to vaguely see you in the bathtub with a blanket wrapped around your body. "Hey, it's okay, I'm here." Apprehensively approaching you, Bucky can see you shaking frantically and tears lining your cheeks. "Let me get in the tub, yeah, baby?" Bucky ensures his tone is soft, tensing at the drums of thunder and your immediate panic.

"I, I heard the thunder, then I saw," Struggling to form words through your shaking lips, Bucky hushes you into his embrace. "and then the power went." Sniffing, you wipe your nose with your sleeve. "I'm such a wimp." A watery laugh sounds from you, and you can feel Bucky chuckling behind you.

"You're far from one, Y/n. Everyone has irrational fears." Stroking your arm with his right hand, you focus on that feeling, his fingertips circling. "When I was a kid, I was terrified of snails." Bucky smiles at your laughter bouncing the walls.

Glancing up with a grin etched on your lips, Bucky only shakes his head at you. "Of all the things, snails?"

"What can I tell you, doll." He shrugs. "Steve used to help 'em out. He'd see them in a weird spot, pick it up, and," Bucky shudders at the thought, only furthering your amusement. "yeah, so I don't exactly love snails, even now."

Now leaning back against his chest, your breathing has finally evened out. The storm outside is dull whilst Bucky continues to tell you stories, anything to distract you, make you laugh, smile and reminisce.

"And then I stopped in my tracks, nearly went face first into a-" Bucky cuts himself off at the flickering lights above you both. Within seconds you're both submerged in warm-toned lighting. "Would you look at that." He nudges you, now able to see your blanket clad self. "You look so snug, doll."

Sighing heavily, you shuffle to stand up with your blanket around your shoulders. Bucky rests his hand on the edge of the bath to help, following you out afterward into your bedroom.

"Thank you," You reach for your phone, finally placing it on charge. "for all of that."

"Y/n," Bucky starts, reaching for your hand and squeezing it lightly. "I'm sorry for earlier, but I'll always be there for you, through storms and all." He tugs your hand and brings you into his arms.

"I appreciate that, Buck." You mumble into his chest. "And same here, if a snail dares appear I'll show that sucker who's in charge." A laugh sounds from Bucky as he tugs you onto your bed.

"Wow, my hero." He rolls his eyes, now lifting the blanket up to join you for the remainder of the night.

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Sergeant Snuggles

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky wants you to get some much needed rest. Word Count: Over 1.6k Warnings: Fluff, swearing, humor, reader is tired, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and the best boyfriend, okay?). A/N: I'm tired. I want Bucky to fix my schedule. Again! ❤️Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You should’ve taken the afternoon off. You knew that. There was no reason for you to remain in the building beyond your earlier debriefing. The mission you completed was successful, but you hardly slept over the last few days because of it. Describing yourself as tired was an understatement.

But you had a tendency to stretch yourself thin at times and were stubborn, a trait Bucky both loved and fought you on.

The beautiful brunette you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend leaned over in his chair as you stifled a yawn. “That’s the fifth time you’ve done that in the last two minutes,” he whispered low enough to not draw attention.

“Glad you’re keeping count,” you whispered back, feeling his steel eyes linger on you as before he turned his focus back to Steve. At least he didn’t say he told you so after you turned down his suggestion this morning to call in.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, the stubble on his strong jawline catching your attention. He hadn’t shaved in a few days. Hardly slept either. Still looked gorgeous.

How was that fair?

“Just take a break,” he urged, tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear. “It’ll help.”

“No, I’m fine,” you argued, picking up your drink and downing the rest of it, as if it would give you a boost. “We have a busy day. I don’t have time to use one of the pods.”

S.H.I.E.L.D. had recently built a lounge area for agents to rest and recoup during the day and between missions. Some of the pods were large enough for two people to rest comfortably together. Why not cuddle with your soldier for a short time? As nice as it sounded, you had to get through a few more hours of work.

“I love you, but you’re about two seconds away from putting your head on the table,” Bucky whispered, your heart skipping a beat. It did that whenever he professed his love for you. But you were also feeling a bit grouchy, even though he was only trying to help

“And I love you, but I’m about two seconds away from flipping this table,” you hissed before Steve cleared his throat. “Sorry,” you added sheepishly. It wasn’t his fault the mission cost you precious sleep.

The blonde’s brow furrowed. Like Bucky, he knew you pushed yourself too hard some days. You had to though. You weren't a super soldier like they were. “It’s okay,” he said before he continued.

Exhaustion veiled your normally bright and attentive gaze. The Captain had a commanding presence, yet your eyelids drooped as he kept talking. You weren’t sure if you were able to fall asleep sitting up and you didn’t want to find out. With a shake of your head, you had to try and fight the waves of drowsiness that crashed in your mind and washed over your body.

It was a losing battle. You used to laugh at memes that talked about meetings that could’ve been done in an email, but it didn’t seem so humorous now that you were living it. Why didn't you just stay home?

You jolted when your boyfriend suddenly placed his hand on your thigh and you wished you could say you blamed it on his touch. “What? What happened?” You asked. Did you fall asleep or just zone out?

“The meeting’s over,” he replied, nodding to the now empty room. You hadn’t seen anyone walk out. That wasn’t good.

“Shit.” You rubbed your temple, an ache building in your head. You’d have to apologize to Steve later because there was no way you retained anything he stated. “What time is it?”

Bucky checked his watch with a slight frown. “It’s 10:55.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.

“Yeah.” Bucky’s lip twitched in a smile when you realized you said that out loud. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.”

You huffed, your head cloudy again before you slumped in your chair. There was no way you’d make it through the day, as much as you wanted to try. You were useless in this condition. “Okay. I may need a nap,” you admitted.

He smiled softly as he pushed his chair back and held out his hand. “I had a feeling. That’s why I booked us one of the pods before we got here,” he said. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. He knew you better than you knew yourself. “Let's go.”

You pouted, but took his outstretched hand. “Are you sure I can't just try and suck it up?” You asked, covering your mouth with your other hand when you yawned yet again. “There’s still work to do.”

“And you're not going to finish it right this second,” he stated firmly, the drop in his voice making your throat go dry. He meant business when he used that tone. “You're going to let everyone else handle it, and they can handle it, and you are going to get some rest.”

You loved this man for putting up with and caring for you. “Yes, Sergeant, but I still don't want a nap,” you grumbled, wondering just how whiny you sounded.

He chuckled, the sound making you giggle. It was infectious. “Just twenty minutes. It’s all I'm asking for to start. You worked hard and deserve a nap,” he said, sneaking a soft kiss in when you pouted again. “If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me? Please?”

Something vulnerable flashed in his eyes before he blinked it away. Nightmares still plagued him and you discovered that he rested easier with you beside him. Your presence didn’t always chase the horrors away, but it helped. Maybe he needed this nap just as much as you did.

What kind of partner would you be if you didn't help?

“Okay, Bucko. For you,” you smiled, leaning into his side as he guided you down the hall. You’d do anything for him. “You know, my caffeine let me down,” you added.

“I know, baby.”

“It’s a betrayal. It was supposed to stimulate me,” you mumbled.

“I know, baby,” he said again, going along with your tired rambling. “But we both know I stimulate better than that ever could.”

“Yeah, you do,” you smiled. He was very good at that. “And this is a good excuse for us to cuddle.”

“As long as you get some sleep, you can have all the cuddles you want,” he promised.

A tired smile touched your lips. “I should call you Sergeant Snuggles.”

It was at that moment that Sam walked by, the smirk on his face telling you that he at least caught the nickname you just came up with. Your gaze flickered to Bucky’s profile, catching the clench in his jaw as he stared at his colleague and friend. It was a sexy look, but now wasn’t the time to think about that. And Sam, the good man he was, didn't say a word. He nodded and went on his way.

Which likely meant he pocketed the nickname to bring up at a later time.

“Sorry,” you whispered, hoping you hadn’t embarrassed him.

Fondness took over Bucky's blue eyes when he swung his gaze back toward you. “Don't be sorry. You can call me whatever you want,” he assured you, taking you into the longue.

The low light created a peaceful atmosphere and you found yourself longing for relaxation as Bucky brought you to the pod furthest in the corner. He helped you in before he climbed in beside you, his massive frame making you feel safe and warm as he held you against him. His fingers moved along your back in a slow and soothing pattern and your breathing began to match his after a minute. It made it easy for your eyes to slip shut.

You still couldn’t believe that you had someone in your life like Bucky. The man did everything in his power to put your needs first and make sure he took care of you. Not because he didn’t think you were strong or capable enough to do so yourself, but because he recognized that you didn’t have to do everything alone. That was why he was your partner.

In work, in love, and in life.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you sighed, wishing you were awake enough to say how much you appreciated him. “Sorry for whining and bitching and being stubborn.”

“You don’t need to thank me and you didn’t whine or bitch. I’ll give you stubborn though,” he said, casually tossing a leg over you before you could move away. If you asked it of him, he’d lay on top of you like a blanket. “Just get some sleep and don’t push yourself today, please. I’ll feel a lot better if you relax.”

You’d feel a lot better, too. “One more question and I will.”

He hummed as he waited for you to speak.

“What's the policy on sex in the pods?” You asked, resting a hand on his chest and feeling his heart start to race. “For future us, for the record. I love you, but we’re not trying somnophilia here today.”

He exhaled a laugh against your forehead before he kissed it, warmth spreading like a balm through your head. “I love you, too,” he whispered. Dragging his lips down to yours. “And I’m sure we can find a way to make it work, but not until you rest, okay? Need you at one hundred percent for that.”

“Yes, Sergeant Snuggles,” you replied, feeling him hold you a little tighter before you finally got some much needed sleep.

I hope this reads well. 🤣 I'm le tired. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Hi girl ❤️ inhope it's ok to send in a request. i thought of something where the reader is working at the Avengers Compound and trains new agents, but one of them grows fond of her and like creeps up on her or follows her around all the time. Soon Bucky noticed that and decides to help. As the guy then again waits up on you and gets too close for Bucky's liking, he steps in between and kisses you passionately, making the creep leave and takes you by surprise but continue to kiss him and later he finally asks you on a proper date ? i hope this is ok with you.

hi girl! that is more than ok with me.

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Bucky Barnes only hears about the incident until it’s been going on for two weeks. 

Most of the time, Y/N’s more prompt about this, more willing to complain to him at a moment’s notice. That’s part of why they’re friends, after all, a fierce devotion to gossip that isn’t entirely welcomed in the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers. She’s candid today, but Bucky gets the feeling it’s only because she’s been holding back for a while and can keep her quiet no longer. It’s enough to make him listen even more than usual. 

They’re at a small coffee shop now, just outside the perimeter of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s most intense surveillance. They meet up for small gatherings like this about once a week, more frequently if something comes up. Bucky claims he needs it so he can be ‘more attuned to normal, 21st-century activities’ or whatever, but it’s definitely just so he can have an excuse to do something of his own free will that doesn’t involve a gun in his hands. Y/N knows it, too, and uses the exact same excuse for why she’s there. 

They’ve only been sipping at their drinks for ten minutes before Y/N cracks and tells him what’s going on. She always jokes that she’s glad he never runs S.H.I.E.L.D. interrogations because she always ends up telling him everything the second they come face to face. Usually, Bucky humors himself and pictures it to be true, but after today, he’s not so sure of himself. If Y/N really is an open book around him, why is it that she could wait two whole weeks before telling him something like this?

The situation unfolds as Y/N explains herself, words tangling with the steam rising from their mostly untouched mugs of what, Bucky can’t remember. Something hot. He always orders in a rush, too eager to get back to that pleasant privacy of their favorite booth to linger too long on what drink he’ll be ignoring. They all taste mostly the same, anyway. His first few too eager sips always scorch the flavor from his true appreciation of what the baristas have concocted for him this time around. 

It has to do with her job, Y/N says. Most things do. Y/N’s a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, one of their best and brightest. Bucky met her when he was first being taught the ropes of life as an Avenger. Technically, their paths were supposed to diverge when he had finished learning which buttons he could press in a given Quinjet and how not to cause a diplomatic incident due to people still being worried about the Winter Soldier coming out (spoiler alert:  Bucky’s kind of one of them), but he’s too selfish to let her go quite so soon.

This is why he’s had the pleasure of learning more about the enigma that is Y/N L/N, how she takes her coffee, how she likes her knives. It’s also why Bucky assumed that their friendship meant he would have heard about something like this happening far earlier. The days in which they held their tongues over everyday grievances are long since over, if they ever happened at all.

At her core, though, Y/N is an agent, and that means she’s used to keeping secrets. This doesn’t come off as a secret, however, more like an indignation. A silent wound that she can’t address without feeling embarrassed or revolted about the whole affair.

There’s a man at the Avengers compound, one of the new agents. Like Bucky, he’s been there only a little while but wants to stay with Y/N for far longer than he should. Unlike Bucky, he’s being a creep about it. Bucky thinks he won Y/N over because he had a habit of minding his own business, something she valued in a building full of spies who’d turn each other in if it meant getting an extra promotion.

This newcomer, however, hasn’t quite learned that not everyone wants to instantly bond with him. He won’t leave Y/N alone and it’s wearing on her. The problem is that he hasn’t done anything outright to give her a reason to chastise him, it’s the little things. He keeps hanging around after practice ends, he stares at her during training sessions, he follows Y/N around the compound under the guise of wanting to ‘learn from the best,’ to quote him directly. Bucky wants to puke and he hasn’t even met the guy yet.

Y/N grimaces, head in her hands. “I don’t know what to do about it. His training cycle should end in a couple of weeks, but I doubt he’ll just up and vanish when that time comes. I’ve already had to make up a fair amount of excuses as to why I can’t give him my number. At some point I’m going to run out of fake smiles.”

Bucky discreetly scoots her half-full mug to the side, out of the way of dramatic hand movements so it’ll be safe from overturning in crucial moments. “He’s already asked for your number? Who is this guy?”

Y/N chuckles bitterly. “See, that’s what I was asking myself. I mean, I’ve been doing this sort of thing for years. There have been flirty trainees, but they’re always going to be there, and all of them so far have known when to back off. I don’t know what this guy’s problem is or why he can’t pick up on it, but it’s so frustrating.”

Bucky nods slowly. “What can I do to help? I don’t mind listening if that’s all you want, but I’d like to get rid of this guy if I can.”

“I’d like to get rid of him too,” Y/N says through a half smile, “but if I kill another trainee, Fury’ll have my ass.”

“Another?” Bucky asks, faintly worried.

“Any,” Y/N clarifies, although Bucky isn’t sure that makes him feel any better, “and I’d love to have your help, but I don’t know what to do. If me clearly not wanting to be around him doesn’t work, what would? The guy’s only smart in exams. His social skills could use some work when it comes to figuring out people aren’t interested in him. Tell you what, I’m just going to stick this one out. He’ll be gone in a few weeks anyway, I just need to hold down the fort long enough to see him leave.”

“You sure?” Bucky questions, “I don’t like the idea of this guy creeping you out all the time. I don’t mind stepping in, really.”

Y/N sighs, staring at her cooling beverage. “I need to be able to handle these sorts of problems by myself. If it looks like I have to reach out to the Avengers all the time, it’s not great for my leadership success. I appreciate it though, Bucky. Really, I do.”

Bucky lifts a shoulder. “Any time. If he does something, though, I have no problems with taking steps to enlighten him about why he should back off.”

“If he does something, I can finally step in myself,” Y/N counters, “Look, all the new agents are the same. One big scene, one display of force, and they know what’s what. All I need is an excuse and I can make sure this guy never tries a thing again. I just have to wait for the perfect opportunity.”

Bucky nods solemnly. “Until then, complain to me as much as you want. It’s the least I can do.”

Y/N’s eyes shine with ill-disguised mirth. “I just might take you up on that offer. You might regret your words once I rant to you for the thousandth time.”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it,” Bucky promises, and it’s true. He just likes hearing her talk, that’s all. It reminds him that he’s not so alone, that there are people in this world who can look at him like Y/N’s looking at him now and see someone worth searching for. Who wouldn’t dream of something like that? Certainly not a jaded ex toy soldier such as himself.

Despite her joking promise to talk his ear off, Y/N drops the subject soon enough. He can see it still bothers her, though. Over the next few weeks, Bucky comes into their favorite coffee shop to see her looking absolutely exhausted. It’s as if she’s been drained of every bit of her motivation, her will to keep on fighting. The second she spots him, Y/N manages to conjure some sort of mask, a winning smile and easy joke, but Bucky knows what he sees, what she’s hiding.

Somewhere in there, Y/N is hurting. Bucky hasn’t spent that much time in his own mind, but still, he knows this:  whatever it takes to bring his Y/N back, he’ll do it. Bucky can freely admit that he lives for those precious hours in which it’s just the two of them, and if some asshole from her work is making her feel as if she can’t go anywhere without being haunted by bad memories, well, let’s just say it’s not going to end well for this newbie.

So, two weeks after that conversation, when Bucky is given a task that involves him being even remotely close to the S.H.I.E.L.D. training facilities, of course he’s going to use it as an excuse to check in on Y/N. Of course he is. How could he do anything else?

Bucky may not have any idea of this bothersome newcomer’s name or face, but the second he walks into the training center, he already knows which one of the black suited agents is his target. The agents in training are split into pairs on the fighting rings, with Y/N walking amongst them, shouting out pointers and making sure everyone is doing what they ought. And there, just two or three paces behind her, some young man with an idiotic expression on his face won’t leave her alone for a heartbeat. It’s stifling. No wonder Y/N hates him so much.

Y/N’s footsteps stall slightly when she sees Bucky at the door. He gives a little half wave and hates himself instantly for it. All the same, she smiles and starts walking his way.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, an easy grin on her face.

Bucky pretends to look affronted. “What, I have to have a reason? I can’t just come see you because I feel like it? That’s not very welcoming of you.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, although she’s clearly happy to see him, which makes Bucky quite happy in turn. “I’m an agent, Bucky. I don’t have to be welcoming.”

He’s about to say something back to that when the annoying agent (who’s still following Y/N around like a lost puppy, by the way) clears his throat and announces in an obnoxious voice that he had a question about one of the martial arts moves they learned earlier.

Y/N’s smile drops in an instant. “Tell you what, I have to get back to class. Today’s session ends in about ten minutes, though.”

Bucky nods. “I’ll wait up.”

She looks relieved at that, and only upon securing this promise allows the newcomer to lead her over to one of the training mats so he can pose his no doubt useless question. Bucky watches them go and wonders why the sight of that agent being so close to Y/N makes his blood boil. He’s just being a good friend, of course, in trying to help Y/N rid herself of this leech, but Bucky could swear that he’s got another reason for wanting this young man to back off. Or any young man, for that matter. Anyone except Bucky himself. No reason for that in the slightest.

The training session ends soon enough, as promised, and Bucky watches as the other agents head out in one great wave of exhausted grins and idle chatter. One sticks around, though, and of course it has to be that cumbersome agent that won’t leave Y/N alone. He’s practically hanging off of her. Across the room, Y/N shoots Bucky a desperate, wordless plea, and that’s when he knows that enough is enough.

Something Y/N told him in that coffee shop is sticking in his mind now, the part about how she’d step in if something were to ever happen. There’s nothing S.H.I.E.L.D. agents respect like a show of force, she’d said. Well, Bucky is about to put on a show now.

He crosses the training facility in about half a second. He needs to do something that’ll make it clear that this guy needs to back off forever. Maybe Bucky can say something smart or do something threatening. He’s fairly adequate at both.

When he blinks, though, he’s kissing Y/N. It isn’t what he anticipated doing, but for some reason it is the best thing he could have ever done. It strikes Bucky suddenly that he doesn’t want to just kiss her to freak out this other agent, but for Bucky himself. He wants to kiss her whenever he wants, whenever he can. He wants his time with her to last forever.

He forces himself to break away, to take a step back, and belatedly realizes that the agent is making his excuses for leaving. The other agent all but runs out of the place.

Bucky nods a little too quickly and tries to get himself together. “Well, I think that worked. He probably won’t stalk you again anytime soon.”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, looking dazed, “probably not.”

Bucky swallows hard. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, it’s just, well, I didn’t know what to do, and it worked, obviously, but–”

Y/N cuts him off, smiling. “You don’t have to apologize for kissing me, Bucky. You never will.”

He looks back at her and realizes that she doesn’t look upset with him, not in the slightest. “Is that your way of telling me that I can kiss you again?”

“I think it is,” she confirms, and clearly Bucky can’t let her down, so he does as told. He doesn’t think that any scheme has ended better.

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Quick Smut Drabble please, bestie. 🔥💕

Sergeant Barnes taking me, and fucking me awake in the middle of the night when he comes home. And he’s all vocal and whiny telling me how much he needs me and how much he missed me. And when I wake up, he only speeds up his thrusts taking me to paradise.

Middle Of The Night » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes home in the middle of the night and takes what he wants.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, little bit of fingering, unprotected sex, Sergeant kink, praise kink, cockwarming, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @katherineswritingsblog 🩷 I love everything about this request🥵

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Fuck…” Bucky mumbles to himself when he seen your sleeping figure.

The moonlight shined through the window into yours and his bedroom onto you. You were sleeping on your stomach, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and no panties. It’s like you wanted him to come home and see you like this. Bucky couldn’t help but reach his right hand in between your legs, feeling your pussy was already wet. He sunk a finger in your tight entrance, moving it slowly. You squirmed a little, backing yourself against his hand. Bucky smirks to himself. He removed his finger and stripped himself from his clothes. His was cock hard and leaking with precum. He got on the bed, pumping his cock in his right hand. He slid his cock inside of you with ease. His thrusts started off slow, gradual getting faster. His hands grasped your hips to steady himself.

“Fuck, such a good girl. So wet and tight.” He moans, almost whining.

Bucky was obsessed with the way your wet walls felt around his cock. He couldn’t help himself but fuck you a little faster. He looked down to where the two of you are connected and watched as his cock disappeared inside of you each time, his cock covered in your wetness. His lips parted, moans leaving his mouth.

“Shit…” He moans. “I missed you so much.” He whines. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, your tight pussy wrapped around my fat cock.” He says panting.

Your eyes fluttered open. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Bucky fucking into you. Bucky made eye contact with you and began fucking you faster.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

Your hands clutched the sheet beneath you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans and whines left your lips.

“Sergeant…” You moaned.

“Did you miss your Sergeant, doll? I can tell you did.” Bucky says panting.

His metal hand left your hip, finding its way to your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles causing your pussy to clench around his cock, making him moan at the feeling. His cock was hitting your sweet spot every time he thrusted into you.

“Sergeant, I-I’m close! Oh fuck!” You moaned, clutching the sheet tighter.

“Me too, doll. Cum for me. Cum for your Sergeant, babydoll.” He says huskily.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan left your lips as you came hard, soaking the sheets beneath you. Moans left Bucky’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a stop and he laid on top of you, being careful to not crush you. He turned your head and gave you a much needed kiss.

“I fucking missed you.” He says against your lips.

“I missed you more.” You say breathlessly.

Bucky rolled onto his side, pulling you closer to him and left his cock inside of you.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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Two Doors Down

2.5k words

Summary: Your vibrator dies mid-session, so your roommate offers to help you out.

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: smut obviously, dom/sub dynamics, brief use of a vibrator, brief dry humping, cunnilingus, slight hair pulling (bucky receiving), pet names (sweet ones like honey, baby, etc. but also some on the more degrading side),scratching (bucky receiving), a healthy dose of degradation, nipple play, finger sucking, unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, dumbification, slight edging but if you blink you'll miss it, let me know if I'm missing something!

While listening, I recommend you listen to enemies to lovers - a Spotify playlist by me!

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"God fucking damn it!"

Your frustrated curse echoed off the walls of your bedroom, followed by a dull thump of your vibrator falling on the mattress. You sat up begrudgingly and flopped over the bed, reaching for the charger and plugging in the toy.

You huffed, sitting on the bed for a few moments before tugging your shorts back on and standing, leaving your bedroom to go explore the great unknown: your apartment.

The sound of the television was more audible when your door opened, the white and blue lights from the TV tinting the entire living room and kitchen area in a cold glow. While your eyes needed a second to adjust to the change from the dim, warm light of your room, Bucky, your roommate, was staring blankly at the television, listening to the newscaster droning on while sifting through a bowl of cereal with a spoon.

You didn't greet him, despite the tiny alarm in your head telling you it was bad manners. You stomped past him, headed for the fridge to find leftover pasta. Once a bowl was heated up, you stomped around over to the couch, flopping down beside him.

Bucky raised a brow. "You doin' alright?" He asked through a mouthful of cereal.

"Yeah."

"Then stop stabbing your pasta."

You looked down to see your fork digging into the bottom of the bowl, spearing through the noodles with more aggression than was necessary.

"I'm fine."

"Wanna tell me?"

Your mind raced just at the thought of his suggestion. "No. Nothing's wrong."

"Ah." He turned back to the television, one leg crossing over the other. "Thought it might have somethin' to do with your vibrator dying on you."

You nearly choked, head whipping around to watch him incredulously. "How-"

"TV ain't on that loud." He snorted.

You buried your face in your palms, cheeks warm. Bucky only laughed at your mortification.

"Hey, it's all good." Bucky waved a hand in dismissal, you caught it as you lifted your head. Your gaze somehow got stuck on it, specifically, his fingers. The thought of them on you made the heat in between your legs flare up again. You could practically feel them tilting your chin up, tugging your hips closer, prodding into your cunt...

Bucky seemed to notice your sudden interest, looking between your eyes to his hand and back with curiosity. He let out a soft 'ah', a grin of delight splitting his face. When you finally clocked in on his understanding, silent but knowing, you looked down in what was definitely the least subtle way possible.

"Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I can't remember a time when hands didn't get the job done."

That didn't help your embarrassment, and for some reason you continued the conversation. "Well, I can't get the right angle..."

Bucky exhaled, passing his tongue over his teeth. "Tell me to shut up if I've got the wrong idea. But I have hands." You peeked out from your hands. He wiggled his metal fingers slowly as if to prove the obvious. "I think you've noticed."

All of the thoughts you'd wrestled with moments ago came flooding in again. Sparks of excitement shot down your belly, and you swore your heartrate doubled.

You attempted to keep an even voice, but nonchalance definitely escaped you for the timebeing. "So... what's your point?"

You were terrified you might have misread the situation. That this excitement would die down and you'd be left wanting him. You needed him to tell you.

"My point is," Bucky uncrossed his legs, turning to face you and leaning forward. "That I'm offering to do what your vibrator can't."

You were shivering with excitement, voice shaking as you sighed,

"Please."

Bucky stood slowly, pushing off of the couch with his hands. His gaze was fixated on you, bordering on ravenous as he eyed you up and down. He relished the way your eyes followed his, and as a result, when he finally towered over you, he was met with a sight that made his cock throb.

You could feel your head turning cloudy, anticipation bubbling in your stomach as you peered up at Bucky. A single, metal hand came up to your chin, stroking slowly over the bone. Your eyes fluttered, leaning into his touch.

"Poor thing." Bucky tutted, shaking your head side to side a bit. "So pitiful. Can't even get off right, needs a toy to get the job done."

You whimpered when he used his grip on your jaw to make you nod yes.

"Shh, you're okay. 'M right here, gonna take good care of you. Yeah?"

"Yeah," you replied weakly.

"Good." Bucky let go of your face, opting to sit on the couch instead, legs spread wide. He patted one of his thighs, gesturing with the other. "C'mon, take a seat."

You crawled over him, hands resting on his shoulders tentatively. Bucky traced a finger up the column of your throat, sending a shiver down your spine. The pressure on the underside of your jaw brought your gaze upwards.

"Gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, dove, think y'can do that?"

You nodded slowly, itching to move but frozen in place by his attention.

"Good." Bucky's hand was a whisper around your throat, quickly finding its home again on your jaw. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, to which your mouth fell open oh so slightly.

His lips quirked in amusement. His thumb pressed down, earning your jaw lowering further. Two fingers slipped past your lips to settle on your tongue and you happily took them, one hand coming to hold his wrist in place while you suckled.

His free hand began rising up your hips, and you straightened your posture at the feeling, almost tickling. They descended just after his thumb grazed your lower chest. You gasped around his fingers, and his subtle raise of brow made your cheeks heat.

You squeezed his wrist, and it moved from your mouth to your waist. Hands reaching for the back of his neck, you tugged him forward into a sloppy kiss.

Bucky wasn't sure where the line was before. He understood that he had struck a purely sexual deal offer, so kissing for some might be too intimate an exchange under those circumstances, but Christ did he love the feel of your mouth on his. The clash of teeth and spit, your soft moans swallowed up into his own mouth sounding like heaven. Even more so when he sucked on your tongue, pride coursing through his veins when you squeaked.

And oh, you just couldn't help it, when you started rocking your hips back and forth. It was his fault really, teasing you so much.

"So fuckin' needy, angel, just can't wait, huh?" Bucky groaned, head falling back for a minute before jerking back up. "Need to get you taken care of, isn't that right?"

You nodded pathetically, brain long turned to mush. Your senses, every atom in your body was on fire and so, so sensitive, but your head was empty.

And Bucky knew it.

Which is why he lifted you up, strong hands supporting you under the thighs, which wrapped around his torso to keep you up. Bucky groaned, the feel of your legs around his waist sending blood rushing to his cock.

It was a messy trip to your room, to say the least. Bucky had to stop multiple times in the hallway to press you up against the wall and stick his tongue in your throat, rutting into you and breathing heavy into your mouth. His groans were pure sin and you wanted to pull as many of them from him as you could.

Bucky set you down gently, but as you laid, he remained, towering over you with hungry eyes and bated breath.

"Look at you," Bucky grazed his metal fingers over your cheek. "So fuckin' needy, hm? So desperate, you just hop on the first dick you see."

His words didn't even register, not when his leg was pressed right between your legs, so you nodded along dumbly.

He chuckled, almost a bark of a laugh. "Lucky I'm here to take care of you, hm?"

"Yeah," you sighed, your feeble grip on his shirt attempting to tug him closer. "Please, Bucky, need you to take care of me, please..."

"Alright, alright, I've gotcha." Bucky leaned in, pressing wet kisses to your neck whilst his fingers slipped under your shirt, grazing feather-light over your nipples. You could feel him smirk when you arched into his touch.

"Can we take this off, baby?" His voice was soft, and you nodded, pulling your hands up so he could bare your chest.

Bucky gave a groan at the sight, his mouth traveling downward to press licks and kisses over your chest. He pressed his palm over your ribs, indicating you to lie back. Bucky followed, propped up on his arm. His other hand walked up the inside of your thigh, making you shudder into him.

"Buck, please," you breathed, eyes rolling back.

"Nuh uh, none of that." Bucky's hand was quick to reach up and grasp your jaw, this time with more force. "Eyes on me."

He nodded your head for you. He maintained a more intense stare as he moved, slowly and deliberately, down between your thighs. He watched you as he kissed up and down your thighs, pressed his thumb into the junction between your cunt and your leg, pressed a firm kiss to the area just above your clit. Your hips jerked up, following his touch.

"I know, I know. Bein' so patient, so proud of you." Bucky purred, tugging your bottoms down in one go. "And would you look at that, no underwear. God, you're soaked."

Bucky actually moaned at the sight, like the idea of going down on you was pleasurable for him. And Lord, was it.

He started with, for lack of better word, toying with you, thumbs pulling your lips apart to watch your slick web from them. Even though he wasn't watching your face anymore, your eyes were glued to him. His fascinated expression, his strong arms holding your legs apart, his toned back rippling under every movement- somewhere along the line he had lost the shirt; you couldn't remember when but Christ was it better he did.

You nearly levitated off the bed when a finger came to collect your slick onto your clit, followed by lips attaching to the nerves and tonguing over it lasciviously.

Your hesitancy to make noise had gone out the window the minute his mouth was on you, jaw falling open to let out your sounds of bliss. The only thing keeping your head from falling back was the sight in front of you; Bucky was pure sex incarnate. His head swayed back and forth, groans and muffled praises vibrating against your skin, hair tickling your thighs.

"Taste so damn good angel, so fuckin' wet." Bucky tugged you impossibly closer- you swore you saw his hips moving into the sheets. "Should let your vibrator die more often."

Your breath had all but escaped you, coming out ragged and whiny. Your hands reached for his hair, tugging at the roots softly- harder when he groaned louder, sending both of you into a frenzy.

"Fuck, Bucky, right there, fuckfuckfuck-" your noises, if even possible, got louder when the man under you found just the right spot to prod his finger. It slipped in so easily, the wetness helping you welcome him in.

It didn't take Bucky long to figure out where that spot was inside of you, pulling moan after gasp after cry of his name once he bullied his fingers into it just right. He repeated the motion until there was a sheen of sweat on your forehead, grasping onto his hair, his arm, whatever of him you could find as if he was your lifeline.

"Oh, just like that, so close Buck..." You kicked your hips up into his face, rolling them for any kind of friction you could get- friction he was elated to give you.

You nearly sobbed when he pulled his face away from you, fingers leaving your pussy feeling unbearably empty.

"I know, honey, I know. Gonna give you something even better, hm? Gonna give you my cock, fill y'up real nice."

You almost drooled at the sight of Bucky sat up, nothing but sweats being hastily pulled down until the bulge fell heavily over the band. He kicked his bottoms away to some forgotten corner, stroking himself languidly a few times, kicking his head back.

You whined a bit at the lack of attention, thighs pressing together. That seemed to have alerted Bucky, as he tilted his head back down to face you. "Sorry, sunshine. Won't keep you waitin' any longer, yeah?"

Bucky lined himself up with you, teasing your sopping entrance with the tip. However, when your legs hooked around his waist, just like before, all notions of control were lost on him as he sheathed himself inside of you. A guttural groan, more sensual and more animalistic than before, ripped through him and sent sparks shooting into you. He stretched you deliciously, the friction electrifying.

"Don't fuckin' clench, holy shit- not gonna last long," Bucky huffed, rocking slowly into you. He was leaned over your body, almost folding you in half so that he could mutter filthy praises into your ear, tonguing at the shell of it lightly.

If he wasn't gonna last, what could be said of you? Your orgasm was approaching fast, if your throbbing cunt and frantic moans were any indication.

"There we go, y'gonna cum? Fuckin' cum for me, honey, make a mess on my cock, go on."

White-hot pleasure drowned you as you scratched faint pink lines down Bucky's chest. This time your eyes screwed shut, but Bucky chose instead to help you ride out your high, pistoning into you until he let himself go, filling you up in a way that left you feeling warm and full and very, very satisfied.

Only the sound of yours and Bucky's panting could be heard in the room, the air suddenly thick and musky with the smell of sex.

After a moment, he pulls out, murmuring 'shit' to himself a few times. "Gonna get you cleaned up, 'kay?" Bucky pressed a kiss to your temple, picking his boxers up on the way to his ensuite bathroom and coming back with a rag a minute later.

"Feeling alright?" Bucky asks. "Didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, you were great." You huffed, a stupid hazy grin tugging your lips. "Bit thirsty, that's about it."

"Noted," he mused. "I meant it, by the way."

You cocked your head. "Meant what?"

"You should let your vibrator die more often. I'm just two doors down, and I reckon I know a few more tricks than that piece of junk you've got." He gestures to the vibrator, which had fallen onto the floor at some point.

You definitely made sure to keep that in mind.

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You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

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