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appocalipse · 18 days

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something good ⋆ bucky barnes

summary: bucky is about to go to war without confessing his feelings for you. you are about to watch him leave without confessing your feelings for him. that is, unless one of you gets up the courage to do something about it...

"I...need some fresh air. I'll be back."

Steve looks like he's going to argue with you as you push the chair out, but then you glance toward where Bucky disappeared in the crowd of people dancing, and Steve's face softens before he gives you a nod.

"We'll be right here," he says, pointing to your barely-touched drink. "Be careful."

The alley behind the bar is damp and quiet, cool from the rain earlier in the day but blissfully empty. You lean against the bricks and tip your head back, closing your eyes.

Steve was wrong — you should have stayed home.

He'd begged you to come out tonight; it wasn't just the two of them, he'd said, his eyes wide with hope. A few others had been invited, too, old friends who Bucky had wanted to see one last time before shipping out tomorrow.

And girls, of course. Girls with big smiles and bright eyes, who looked at Bucky as if they were hungry and he was a steak dinner.

To his credit, though, Bucky had asked you to dance first, and you'd said no. No, because it would have been impossible to act casually around him with your hands on his chest and his on your waist.

So, yes, you’d needed some fresh air after that. How could you not, when—

"Are you mad at me?"

You turn toward the voice that came from down the alley. Even though it's dark, you, of course, recognize him instantly, silhouetted against the weak light coming from inside the bar.

"Me? No, you—I'm not," you reply, your tongue feeling like it weighs three pounds. You attempt a smile. "What are you doing out here? You should be inside, enjoying your last night, no?"

Bucky shrugs and walks closer, but only far enough so you can see each other without straining.

"I was looking for you," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Steve said you'd come out here."

"I'll go back inside soon, I promise. Don't worry."

He doesn't move except to kick a loose pebble away from his toe. "Why didn't you want to dance with me?"

Your stomach plummets at the question. He sounds almost hurt, and you wish you could explain yourself to him in a way that doesn't include blurting out your stupid feelings in the process.

"Uh...I don't know, I just...well, no reason," you stumble, wishing desperately that you weren't such an idiot. "I thought I'd keep Steve company while you...you know."

"Danced with the rest of them?"

You nod silently.

Bucky makes a scoffing sound before running a hand through his hair. "They're all the same."

"Okay..."

"It's not, uh, it's not what you think," he continues, taking a step forward, then back again as if he's unsure of how close to stand. "The girls — they're nice and pretty, sure, but...they're just not... I don't think they're my type, I guess."

"Uh-huh," you murmur, turning your gaze downward toward your shoes, suddenly finding it easier to look anywhere but at him. "Yeah, well, we better get back before—"

"Is there somebody else?"

The air in your lungs vanishes at his abrupt question, and you look up as your heart starts beating out of rhythm.

"Excuse me?" you whisper, surprised that you've even found your voice. "Somebody else?"

"Somebody that you...that you're seeing," Bucky says slowly, his words strained, as if every one causes him pain.

You stare at him for a second, hoping this is a joke, that maybe Steve put him up to asking these ridiculous questions — or maybe he's been drinking too much — because, surely, Bucky couldn't possibly be trying to ask you what you think he's trying to ask you.

"Bucky, let's just go back inside—"

"It's Steve, isn't it?" he cuts you off with the most absurd statement yet. His expression softens. "It's okay, really. If you are, I mean. He's a really good guy."

"Steve?!" You actually laugh at the absurdity of it all, shaking your head until the shock fades away into incredulity. "Jesus Christ, no! I mean, Steve is...he's like a brother to me, what...what the hell are we even talking about?"

"But...there's someone?" he asks again, sounding less upset than he had a few moments ago.

"No, not—no," you say, slouching against the wall and shrugging halfheartedly. "There's no one. Honestly, there hasn't been since..."

"Since when?"

Since I met you.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose and praying that a sinkhole will open up and swallow you whole. This has gone on long enough. "I don't know. It's...been a little while. I don't know what you want me to say, really."

"I just wondered."

"Okay, fine."

You start to walk back to the door leading inside, but Bucky moves so quickly that you run smack into his chest.

"Wait, just—"

He grabs your hand and holds it gently, thumb softly brushing along your knuckles.

Your breath hitches at the unexpected contact. You glance down at where he's holding onto you, then back up again, confused, curious, wondering if this is real and not some strange dream you'll wake up from any moment now.

You exhale with a shaky laugh when he lifts his other hand to your cheek and rubs his thumb across it, stopping at the corner of your mouth.

Slowly, so slowly, he leans in.

"Bucky," you breathe, his name soft on your tongue.

His forehead touches yours, and you reach up to rest a palm against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your fingertips.

"Do you not want me to...?"

He's never been this close to you, but everything about the moment feels familiar — the heat radiating from his body, the light scratch of his stubble on your cheek, the smell of him surrounding you.

You lift your chin slightly. "I do, but..."

"Just..." You feel the warmth of his breath on your lips; he's so close now that they brush against yours as he speaks. "I wish I'd...said something before it came to this."

"Before what came to this?"

"That I'd have...asked you. Proper, like. Dinner, movie. You know, the way it shoulda been. Before I...before I leave."

You stiffen at the word leave, pulling back so that you can look him in the eye.

"Bucky..."

"I wish I would've asked you to dinner. Would've loved to take you to dinner," he says, his eyes searching yours. "Wouldn't that have been nice, doll?"

A small smile lifts the corner of your mouth. "It would've."

"It could've been nice, you and me."

"I think it could have been."

"Yeah?" he chuckles quietly, lifting your hand and bringing it to his lips. He presses a kiss to the back of your fingers, then your palm. "I think it can still be. You see, I'm quite selfish. I'd like to go to war with something good to think of. Something — or someone — to come home to. That'd be worth coming home to."

"Like...Steve?"

It's a joke, of course, and Bucky, to his credit, does laugh, too. Then, he slips a finger under your chin and tips your face up toward his. You hold your breath as he dips his head to place a gentle, barely-there kiss on the corner of your mouth. "Not like Steve. No."

The music from inside the bar becomes louder, a woman's voice singing softly, sweetly. Stars fading, but I linger on, dear...

"I..." You clear your throat nervously, fiddling with the collar of his jacket. "You better come back to me in one piece."

"You gonna be waiting for me?"

You smirk. "I mean, I already waited this long, so I might as well—"

The rest of your words disappear into his kiss. You gasp at the sudden, almost desperate press of Bucky's lips on yours, but then he brings his hands to the sides of your face and kisses you more gently, more slowly, more purposefully, as if he has a lot to say to you in this moment but words fail him and the only thing left to do is this — to kiss you, over and over, again and again, to say, with his lips, with his hands, with every inch of himself...that he'll come back to you.

You whimper as Bucky's teeth catch your lower lip and tug before letting go. He pulls back far enough to look at you, to see your swollen lips parted. "So...that means yes, right?"

"Yes," you murmur. You slide your hands over his shoulders and into his hair, pulling his mouth back down to yours. "It means yes."

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crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington · 1 year

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ethan desrved so much betterrr ususghhshshsdaaaa

#ethan winters #rose winters #rosemary winters #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #rebhfun #resident evil #resident evil fanart #he would have been the best dad ever :(#he really went through all of that just to kill himself in the end #the last time he ever held rose was when he had to give her away to someone else #this is why i draw ethan in so many domestic scenarios #im trying to cope #he needs a nap #someone tuck him in #hed have nightmares nvm #why did this normal guy have to suffer so muchhhh 😭#software engineer kills like 15+ bioweapons BSAA soldiers left flaberghasted #i will forever be salty about the fact that ethan was let down by the people he loved and they were the reason he suffered so much #mia and chris had their intentions but it doesnt matter because their executions got ethan killed anyways #ITS TRUE!#u can say mia loved him and chris was just worried but it wont change the end result #ethan still dies in the end #(not to say that they didnt care about ethan #they just sucked at handling things)#long tags #ooops

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ljlokijinx · 5 months

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Bucky: Y'know what Steve? I love you.

Steve: Aww, I love you to!

Sam, from the living room: Steve, he stole the fucking TV remote, get it from him!

#source:my family #avengers #avengers funny #avengers incorrect scenarios #avengers incorrect quotes #domestic avengers #steve rogers #captain america #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #stucky #sam wilson #the falcon #sam thirdweeling stucky

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olive-main · 7 months

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Two Heads of Hydra

Pairing: Bucky Barns x Fem!Reader

Summary: A secret promise they made to each other, vowing to escape HYDRA and leave their lives as weapons behind. Even when they’d wipe Bucky’s mind, Y/N stuck by him, making that promise again and again. Their shared dream of freedom and a life beyond HYDRA had become their driving force.

Wc: 530

My first fanfic….? More of a background for a potential series…? Its simply experimental to get my writing brain working. I have many ideas, but while I’m working on this my requests are open! Don’t be shy and ask away ;)

When Y/N turned 20, Hydra put her on a mission with the infamous Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes. The two spent their days training together, fighting side by side, and rarely leaving each other's sight. The efficiency with which they operated together swayed Hydra’s decision to keep them as a team.

As their missions continued, Y/N couldn't help but notice the torment that Hydra put Bucky through. Usually it wouldn’t phase her, but with Bucky it was different. It caused an anger to build within her, a protectiveness she couldn't explain but couldn't deny. Bucky had felt the same way about Y/N. Whenever she was hit or “disciplined” by Hydra's members, he would rush to her protection, holding back from killing anyone who laid a hand on Y/N, and she’d reciprocate without hesitation. The punishments for either of their acts or defiance were brutal – brainwiping and torture – so they both decided that it was better to suffer in silence for each other's sake.

In Y/N’s determination to save Bucky from his tormented existence, she found ways to prevent Hydra from wiping his memory. Y/N claimed that he held information for future missions, and surprisingly, it worked, at least for a while. Bucky would always question why she was helping him, he couldn’t believe someone would show him any kindness. Y/N’s response had always been the same, "We only have each other in this hell hole, and I need you conscious for when we escape."

Feelings had begun to grow on both sides. How could they not, but they both knew that acknowledging them was a luxury neither of them could afford. It was the unspoken kindness and care that was shared that kept them going in their prisons, providing a glimmer of hope amidst the despair.

However, when the time came for their escape, Hydra had already grown suspicious of their relationship. They searched Bucky's room and found his journal, a precious collection of his thoughts and memories. Despite the desperation Y/N felt trying to make sure they both got out, it had been too late. Bucky told her to leave, to get out of Hydra and save herself. It was a gut-wrenching decision, and she had no choice but to follow his orders. Y/N knew if she didn’t get out, they’d both be stuck.

Against her heart screaming at her to stay with Bucky, she made her esparce. Determined to keep the promise she had made to Bucky before they parted – to get him out. Before leaving Y/N managed to steal his journal, the only link to his past and his true self. She knew it would be essential for him when the time came to set him free.

Y/N had stepped foot in the outside world, finally free. But her mind was consumed with thoughts of Bucky and the day they’d reunite. She was dedicated to finding a way to rescue him from Hydra’s grasp, and the stolen journal became a symbol of Y/N’s unwavering commitment to the man who had become her partner, her protector, and her silent source of strength in the darkest of times.

Thank you beauties ~Olive ♡

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jeonstellate · 5 months

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ocean waves & faded dreams — mini-series masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

johan anastasia unknowingly interferes with an avengers' mission, which catalyzes a series of not-so-fortunate events.

⚝༄ platonic!bucky barnes x original character (ft. platonic!tony stark x original character)

⚝༄ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au — each shore has different warnings mentioned — predominantly angst

⚝༄ paragraph format — 13.9K words total

⚝༄ this is a complete rewrite of classified files: compromised identity (its first half, specifically). the overall story is kept, but the scenes used to tell it are changed (how the scenes are told, at least) — which should explain how the focus changed from tony to bucky.

⚝༄ please read this series with caution as the oc for this has severe trauma because of hydra. i know there is a limit to the darkness that i can write well, but still.

⚝༄ crossposted on my AO3.

⚝ᝰ shore ø

⚝ᝰ shore i

⚝ᝰ shore ii

⚝ᝰ shore iii

⚝ᝰ shore iv

⚝ᝰ shore v

⚝ᝰ shore vi

⚝ᝰ shore vii

⚝ᝰ shore viii

⚝ᝰ shore ix

⚝ᝰ shore x

⚝ᝰ shore xi

⚝ᝰ shore xii

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Roommate!AU — Winter Soldier x Female!Reader

He’s the villain. She’s the hero. They are roommates and have no idea about each other’s secret identity.

moodboard masterlist

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3twindragons · 6 months

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The whole drawing.

#comic clint barton #comic bucky #bickering #comic clint and comic bucky friendship #i repeated friendship #because in this scenario comic clint is shipped with mcu bucky #the are idiots your honor #sharing one brain cell #idk let's just roll with it #My art 3td #616 hawkeye #the winter soldier #winterhawk #winteriron #those tags are from the whole drawing

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chalterdh22 · 7 months

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Day 5: Winter Soldier in I’m Not Ticklish

Lee: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

Ler: Y/N

Summary: Bucky Barnes is having issues with his metal arm and being embarrassed by it. You want to show him affection throughout his whole body, but he’s having a hard time letting you. So, you do it your way, rather he admits it or not!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. Mostly fluffy.

Bucky and you have been seeing each other for a few months now. It hasn’t gone on the status of super intimate, but that’s mostly because he was afraid of physically hurting you. But then again, you weren’t the typical lovey, dovey type either. You were a tom boy growing up and had older brothers, so you had to be able to fend for yourself.

Still, you would every now and then want him to be intimate with you. You would show him this by leaning on his arm while watching a movie. He would drape his real arm around you. He did very little his metal arm though, almost like he was embarrassed by it.

One evening, he was on the couch watching a comedy show. Instead of taking your normal place on his right side, you squeezed in on his left. He stiffened up a little bit as you put his metal arm around your shoulders. You looked over at him smiling, seeing a deadpan face, that made you sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just….. nothing.” Well, obviously you didn’t buy that for one second.

“Is it because I’m not holding on to your real arm or something?”

“Yeah, it’s just, I get more feeling from my real arm is all.” He shrugged and went back to watching the show.

“So, you have more feeling on your right side?”

“I guess.” For some reason this sparked an image. He didn’t say he had more feeling with his right arm, he said side.

“So, can you feel me do this?” I asked as I stroked his metal bicep.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same feeling as if it were my right.”

“But you can feel this?” He nodded his head yes, still looking at the tv. He seemed to be loosening up a little. Not so stiff as he first was. “What about this?” I traced my fingers under his metal arm. He simply nodded he could feel it.

I looked at his left side, and his shirt had a little hole in it where his armpit was. I couldn’t tell though if it was real skin or still apart of the metal contraption. He had never taken it on or off in front of me either, so I really didn’t know where it started and ended. Still, no time like the present to investigate.

“It’s kind of nice though, not having much feeling on the one side. It would help with any pain or discomfort someone was trying to cause you.”

“Sure.” He agreed, still watching tv. By this time though, his should were completely relaxed with his fake arm around me. I shifted in my seat a bit, and took a finger and slowly, stealth like, or at least I thought I was being, stuck it through the hole in his shirt. “What are you doing?” He turned to me with a small grin, which made my heart melt.

“You have a tiny hole in your shirt.” I pointed out.

“And the 6-year-old in you wants to poke it and make it bigger?” he asked, teasingly.

“Yup.” He shook his head a let out a small giggle, looking back at the tv. He still had a small smile on his face. I put my finger in the hole again, except further and felt the seam of real and metal. I got no reaction though.

So, I traveled my finger down towards his real skin and boy did he feel that! He flinched and flattened his arm to his side, removing it from my shoulder. I was grinning watching him as he tried to figure out what to say or do.

“What?” I asked sweetly. “I thought you couldn’t feel well on your left side.” He cleared his throat, trying to be more serious.

“I can feel a little, just not that much.”

“Oh.” I took his arm in my on hand and pulled it on my lap to rest it, while my hand that was closest to him tripped up his side where his ribs were showing through his tight fitted shirt.

“He-ey! What are you doing?” He jumped away from me.

“I’m just trying to see where you are and aren’t sensitive is all.” Again, acting really sweet and innocent about the whole thing. He knew though, where this was going. I couldn’t tell though if he actually like it or not. “Do you want me to switch sides?”

“No, it’s fine. I guess I’m a little more sensitive than I remember.

“That’s one word for it.” I smiled.

“What?”

“You’re ticklish!” I all but yelled at him.

“No, I’m not!” He said, in a cocky way, looking away from me again.

“Prove it!” I was now turned directly to him on the couch.

“Will you let it go then?”

“I will try. Come on! It’s not everyday I see a good laugh out of you! Let me have these few minutes, puh-leeease!”

“You are such a child.” He said, shaking his head briefly.

After he said that, I went in and started massaging his ribs with a few of my fingers. He totally flinched, tried to pin his arm on my hand, but I could tell he didn’t want to hurt me, because it would inevitably crush my hand. So, then I swooped my other hand right on his hip bone and squeezed. That got him to jump up to a full standing position, staring right down at me with a huge smile.

“What?” I looked up at him with big eyes, patiently.

“Your turn now!” Oh, no…..

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober #tickle scenarios #tword content #tword community #the avengers #winter soldier #bucky barnes #bucky x reader

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bucktopherbarnsley · 5 months

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Sam tries to introduce Bucky to Earth, Wind and Fire

#bucky barnes #sam wilson #do YOU remember #just a couple of guys with a mutual friend #tfatws #sambucky #do i have video editing skills? no #but did these seem easier than trying to draw or write out this scenario? you betcha #marvel #winter soldier #captain america #falcon #mcu #earth wind and fire #september

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ungrateful-sneeze · 3 months

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Here’s how I think Bucky eating a banana for the first time in the 21st century would go:

Sam: *hands Bucky a banana as a post training snack*

Bucky: *takes a bite without looking*

Buck: …

Sam: …

Bucky: *slowly spits it out onto the floor*

Sam: what the fuck was that?

#james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter soldier #avengers incorrect scenarios

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kayvsworld · 11 months

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bucky’s jacket in fatws with the stupid strap buckle situation on the front makes me feel so insane. the chest strap + buckle is connected to another secret strap that goes all the way through the jacket (WHY) the zipper is slightly off-centre (WHY) there are two little straps on the RIGHT arm (WHY) it has a weird ridged shoulder thing (WHY) it has a fake collar underneath the real collar which is in itself incomprehensible. who the fuck gave him this jacket. i hate him

#WHY IS IT LIKE THIS. bucky navy blue jacket hate club i have no taste but this is a fucking eldritch horror jacket #i have drawn this jacket four times. i still cannot figure it out. christ #kayvswords #note none of these are rhetorical questions. if i am simply stupid and there is someone out there who understands the jacket. please #i am losing my mind. i hate it so much. why is the chest strap thing there why does he have a secret chest seatbelt for his tiddys #note: not the one from madripoor. that one is perfect no notes #ALSO not the og winter soldier vest scenario. that one is perfect and is the love of my life thank u

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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bucky and x-23!reader first time meeting

first meeting with bucky

pairing: bucky barnes x f!x-23!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: violence, abuse (?), nightmares, trauma

A/N: sorry for only posting this now. i’m actually planning to write more bucky barnes and x-23!reader because i really like the pairing and since bucky and x-23 are one of my favorite characters as well. i based this on one the parts i mentioned in my previous fic, you can read it here 💕

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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“Fuck yeah!” you exclaim - winning yet again, another fight. The commentator enters the ring with a huge smile on his face, he hops over your knocked out opponent as he approaches you. “Not a scratch on that beautiful face! There you have it folks, our winner for tonight is The Unbeatable Y/N!” he raises your hand and the crowd roars, cheering for you. You did have a few scratches and other wounds here and there whenever your fight, they just disappear very quickly because of your regenerative healing factor. You’d hide them pretty well so that the people don’t see you heal up.

Your eyes land on an unfamiliar man, he had an eyepatch and by his outfit and scent you could tell he doesn’t belong in the place. He was examining you, tapping on his tablet ever so often. You’ve already noticed him a while ago, watching your every movement during the fight. You sigh and continue smiling at the audience, already knowing that the man’s gonna come for you later.

You walk into the locker room and count the money you’ve earned for tonight, stashing them in your bag when you suddenly smell the same scent of the man from earlier. You lean behind one of the lockers and you turn around, retracting your claws as you face him. “You do have heightened senses” the man says, raising his hands in surrender.

“Who are you? and what do you want from me?” you reply, gripping on his collar tighter and putting your claws closer to his neck. He grabs a card on his pocket and shows it to you, “The name’s Nick Fury, I’m from S.H.I.E.L.D and I came here to talk” he responds calmly.

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You arrive at the Avengers compound and Nick introduces you to the team. Wanda was the first to greet you, finally finding someone who had supernatural abilities like her - she immediately thought of you as a sister the moment she heard about you. They all welcomed you with open arms and made you feel at home.

You were then introduced to James Buchanan Barnes, who you know as The Winter Soldier. He also go recruited a few months ago after his memories were regained and is able to control himself thanks to Wakanda’s advance science and technologies - the king’s sister, Shuri developed an algorithm that scrubbed Bucky's trigger words out of his brain without damaging his personality.

You smile at him, “Hi! I’m Y/N” you greet as you reach out your hand.

Bucky stares at you, completely frozen. He couldn't even open his mouth, he got shy all of the sudden and now everything’s not processing in his mind.

Sam notices that you’re starting to feel awkward as you anticipate his friend’s reply so he gives him a hard nudge on the arm. Bucky finally snaps out of his thoughts, “I-I’m Bucky” he says monotonously and shakes your hand with his metal arm, making you shiver by its coldness.

Bucky internally smacks himself for making himself seem cold by his response.

“So you’re X-23 huh?” Tony speaks up. You breath hitches at the alias, your grim past catching up to you once again. Bucky even notices that your body stiffens.

“Uh y-yeah” you reply.

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Wanda brings you to your room, “I can do certain arrangements - make it look exactly how you want it to so you can be more comfortable” she says with a smile, showing you her fingertips glowing with her magic that had beautiful red hues. “It’s fine” you smile back.

You bring her into a hug, “thank you for being so kind to me” you add. She rubs your back softly, “don’t mention it. Come knock on my door if you need me” she replies.

Wanda bids you good night and goes back to her room. You decide to hop into the shower and change into comfortable clothes before you go to bed.

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Your eyes snap open and you gasp, beads of cold sweat falling from your forehead down to your neck. You try to catch your breath as your chest feels tight and your heart pounding like crazy, eyes looking around the room suspicious and paranoid that the horror may have followed you here. You have once again, had another nightmare. It was the same vivid dreadful nightmare again: the murders you were made to do and the agonizing screams of your victims.

Your past is still haunting you.

You rub your eyes and try to fully awaken as you go out of your room and stumble to the balcony to get some fresh air. You lean onto the railings and let the breeze blow through your trembling body. The night sky was pretty, the streets still busy, everything was peaceful except your mind.

You hear faint footsteps from afar, it was coming from one of the rooms. The footsteps were getting louder and so does the smell, someone’s going to the balcony as well. You finally recognize the scent, it was Bucky.

You turn around and meet his tired eyes, he seemed over the edge just like you, and you could hear his heart frantically beating in fear against his chest. “Why are you doing up this late?” he asks, he didn't expect to see someone at this time. “Had a nightmare, and I’m guessing you did too” you reply. He sighs and nod his head, “it’s a constant thing. Happens every night” he says as he makes his way to you.

“Same here. Sometimes I don’t even sleep at all to avoid them”

Bucky looks at you with sympathy, he knows how tiring and terrifying it feels. “Wanna talk about it?” he suggests and motions you both to sit on the floor. You follow and sit closer beside him, “I’ve done things I was forced to do. I took so many lives and I-I dream about those victims every fucking time” you start. “I dream about the innocent people I killed too and their screams, the way they beg for mercy just gets me” he replies. He’s just like me you thought. You lean on the railings behind you and face Bucky, you heard some things he did as The Winter Solider when he was still under HYDRA and despite his mind being rehabilitated, you could feel that he’s still worried. “Something else is also bothering you. What is it?” you ask.

“Even if I’m already been fixed, I’m still scared that I’ll go back as The Winter Soldier again when I hear my trigger words”

“I’m also scared. I-I’m scared that they’ll find me and control me again, they’re called The Facility. They’re like HYDRA, they have this lab where they experiment on mutants and take their DNA . You see, I’m just a clone of the Wolverine. I was made to be a weapon and go after who they want me to. I also have a trigger like you but it’s a scent, I lose control and give in to a brutal and violent rage when I get exposed to it” you say, reminiscing your past. “I agreed in joining because Fury told me they could help get rid of the programming The Facility did to me so I won’t get triggered if I smell the scent. And well, I also wanted to have some sort of redemption and help people - prove them that I’m not the evil person they know”

Bucky grabs your hand and rubs circles on your skin with his thumb. You lean on his shoulder as you start to feel comfortable and at ease by his presence, “it’s hard when the only think you know is to take lives, you start to feel like anyone that come near you will die”. Your eyes starts to get glossy by the tears as you nod in agreement to his statement. You finally found someone with the same trauma as you, you didn’t feel alone anymore. “You know, I actually hate it when people mention or call me X-23. Makes me feel like I’m back in the lab” you confess as you recall your very short conversation with Tony, you knew he didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable so you just let it slide.

“I’ll tell the others to keep that in mind. Especially Tony”. You chuckle softly and your cheeks grow warm, you didn’t know he saw you get all tensed up when Tony called you X-23 a while ago.

You and Bucky stay quiet for a while, hands still holding unto each other and your head still on his shoulder. Cozy and relaxed by each other’s warmth, enjoying each other’s presence. “I appreciate you listening to me” you say as you look up to meet his beautiful blue eyes that ahines perfectly underneath the moonlight. A smile forms know his lips, “me too. I’m so glad I’ve met someone who understands what it’s like”.

“You can come talk to me any time. I’m looking forward to knowing you more Bucky” you smile back.

And that was the start of a wonderful relationship about to blossom between you two.

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takenbypeter · 2 years

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To-Do

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 252

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Based off: which one of your OTP...writes the other a to-do list

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It was cute.

The way Bucky had gotten sort of defensive after you told him you didn’t get the excitement of making lists. After saying your piece, he told you his own, claiming that people, including himself, feel some sort of contentment after knowing they’ve completed a goal while crossing it off a list. You just didn’t get it and after that you thought it was done there, but the next day you found a small piece of paper laying in the middle of the table. Recognizing Bucky’s handwriting you read the note, finding it to be a tiny to-do list that he’s written for you.

It had things on it that you told him you were planning on doing that day, as well as simple reminders; ‘help a stranger,’ you smiled at the task, knowing you didn’t need a list reminding you to do that, but it was cute that he added that. Throughout the day you completed your tasks and crossed them off one by one.

You’re not going to lie. It did feel good crossing off all you had to do and by the end of the day only one task was left.

‘Admit that Bucky was right.’

You rolled your eyes at the task, and once spotting your lovable boyfriend at the end of the busy day, you put the list in front of him. “You were right, it was pretty satisfying crossing off stuff on the list.”

He grinned a smug little smile, “I told you so.”

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ljlokijinx · 8 months

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Spider-man bringing in Yelena who was hired to kill him: Everybody, everybody I've got a hitman who tried to assasinate me, bids start at 15$!

Bucky, very protective over Peter: Ill take them.

Peter: Ooh we got a first anybody 20?

Wanda, also very protective of him: Me.

Peter: 25 anybody, 25?

Nat: Sure.

Bucky: Why the fuck do you want them.

Nat: Well I need to practice torture and interrogation techniques right?

Peter: We got a 25, anyone up for 30.

Wanda: Can I at least see them?

Peter: No! Stop fucking kicking me! You taking the 30?

Yelena: Let me go!

Nat: Yelena?

Peter: You know her? 35 for the tea. Stop trying to escape!

Nat: Did you just kick my sister?

Peter: Your sister tried to kill me. FUCKING STOP STABBING ME BITCH, IT ISN'T GONNA WORK!

Nat: Yelena, what the fuck?

Peter: Are you gonna take the 35? Because this bitch is annoying and I can well her on eBay.

Nat: Peter thats my sister!

Peter: Not anymore bitch shes my property. Give me 35$ and shes yours. COULD YOU STOP TRYING TO KILL ME?

Nat: Fine.

Peter: Nope its 40 now, your playing for my therapy. I just got stabbed, I have emotional trauma.

Nat: SPIDEY!

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olive-main · 7 months

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Anyone have some good Mafia Bucky x reader series recommendations…? Maybe (definitely) something smutty 🤭

Also submit requests, one shots, imagines, etc.! Character list pinned on profile. DMs always open.

Thank you beauties ~Olive ♡

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jeonstellate · 4 months

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ocean waves & faded dreams — shore xi

the avengers watch snippets of phantom's life with hydra and the winter soldier.

⚝༄ platonic!bucky barnes x original character (ft. platonic!tony stark x original character)

⚝༄ depictions of memory wipe, child abuse, objectification, murder, & dehumanization

⚝༄ paragraph format — 1.6K words

masterlist | ow&fd masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

⚝༄ think everything in bold is in russian.

The Avengers found themselves deep within a HYDRA base.

However, they opted to not look around their new surroundings right away in favor of attending to Bucky — who claimed a spot on the floor as he collected his thoughts.

"Buck, can you hear me?" Steve was immediately in front of him, ready to comfort.

"I’m— I’m fine. Just shocked." Bucky lightly shook his head as though he was shaking his best friend’s concern away. "I didn’t— I didn’t know they did that to Tide that early."

"What was that, anyway?" Scott intrigued. "The mechanical dentist device?"

"It’s what HYDRA used to wipe our memory."

"Why would they wipe the memory of a literal four-year-old?" Clint voiced out what everyone was thinking.

Unconsciously, they all looked at Wanda — as they all assumed she knew exactly why. After all, she was the one who showed those memories as part of answering what S.H.I.E.L.D. was hiding about their youngest agent.

"I had to cut the memory short for Barnes’ sake," Wanda started, "but we were supposed to hear Fischer say something near the end." She paused for a second while she waited for Steve to help Bucky up. Once she met the latter’s eyes, she took it as a signal to continue, "‘If only you didn’t inherit your Papa’s intelligence along with his eyes, then I wouldn’t need to wipe your memory this early.’"

The Avengers were silent as they tried to make sense of that information individually. Whatever they were thinking, though, it was apparent that they were reaching the same conclusion — as noted by the way they all unconsciously looked in the same direction.

"How many more memories do you have up your sleeve?" Tony didn’t appear to be bothered by the stares that gradually gravitated toward him.

"There’s one more after this," Wanda informed him and the rest of the team. "Just to solidify everything, in case there’s still any doubts."

Taking that as their cue, the Avengers finally took the chance to process their surroundings. Only there wasn’t much to process since there was barely anything in the room. Just a door, a HYDRA insignia on the wall, and a cylindrical glass prison.

"Is that Kid?" Sam was the first to identify the lump inside the cell.

In the others’ defense, there was nothing identifiable currently in view since she was curled in a fetal position. All that was in their line of sight were the unwanted gifts etched on her skin — faint scars, newly formed scars, old cuts, and bleeding cuts all around.

"What have they done to her?" Bruce led the way to approach the glass cell to get a better look. "Even her clothes are soaked with blood—"

Before anyone could add another comment, they were silenced by the sudden appearance of the younger-looking Winter Soldier. No one heard the room door open nor close — and they didn’t see him already in the room when they materialized, either.

However he entered the room, the Winter Soldier announced his presence by widening the opening of her cell door — making it creak in the process.

"Please, I had enough for today," they heard Riptide croak without looking up. "Please don’t hurt me."

"I’m not here to hurt you," the Winter Soldier replied cautiously. He stayed at the adjacent corner of where she was, careful not to make any sudden movements that could startle the young girl.

"Papa?" She looked up suddenly, her eyes were sparkling with tears and hope.

"How old was she here?" Tony’s voice was tight. It was easy for them to tell in the previous memories that she was four years old — as Detective Jones told them she was four when she was abducted. Not to mention she appeared to be generally well taken care of in those memories, like she was still growing normally. However, in the one they were currently seeing, her age became a bit ambiguous due to the sudden loss of her cheeks.

"Five," Bucky supplied. It only took one look at him for some to realize he wasn’t fully with them at the moment. Rather, he was slightly reliving the memory currently playing in front of them. "Five-and-a-half, at most."

"You mean it had been a full year and yet she hadn’t stopped looking — waiting — for her Papa?"

"You heard Jones earlier." Bucky’s attention was still directed on what was in front, but he still contributed to the conversation. "Johan hasn’t really stopped looking for him, even now."

The Winter Soldier shook his head somewhat regretfully, "No, doll, but I could be your friend."

"Friend? I never had any of those before." Riptide was slowly uncurling herself from a fetal position. She gave her full attention to the newcomer, suddenly interested. "I had a mom once, I think, but never a friend. What do they call you?"

"Winter Soldier, Asset, Soldier." He replied casually before walking close to where she sat. "In English, too."

"Do they call everyone ‘Asset’? They call me that, too." Her child-like curiosity was in display once more, albeit it was notably not as strong as it once was. "They call me a lot of other things, but mostly Riptide, Experiment 218, or just 218."

"They called you Phantom before they sent me here," he offered hopefully. "You have a lot of names."

Riptide patted a spot next to her, wordlessly inviting him to sit. He obliged. "I do, but I don’t like any of them, so just call me whatever you like."

"Little one," the Winter Soldier decided almost immediately.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," Natasha commented, sounding a bit exasperated. She turned to Bucky, "Out of all the nicknames—"

"How was I supposed to know?"

"That’s too long," Riptide rejected his idea as soon as it was out of his mouth. "Speaking of, can I call you Win? Or Sol? ‘Winter Soldier’ is a bit of a mouthful."

She suddenly yawned. If her bleeding wounds were anything to go by, the Avengers were quick to assume that her exhaustion was from the experiments that she had to endure for the day.

"Win’s fine."

Since there was nothing she could sleep on, she merely lied down on the floor. However, that feat was accompanied by a hiss the moment her back touched the floor.

"Shall I call you Rip?" Win copied her example and lied down as well.

"What, like ‘I’ll rip your throat out’?" Even in pain, Riptide had a quip. Slowly, she shifted off her back and decided to rest her head on his chest instead.

He didn’t seem bothered by the sudden close proximity. "Can you actually? Already?"

She hummed, before adding as an afterthought, "Not that efficient yet, though."

Contrast to the masks of horrified looks that the observing Avengers shared with one another, the Winter Soldier merely let out a small impressed sound. "Tide it is, then."

Time elapsed around the Avengers.

They witnessed Riptide — or Tide, as the Winter Soldier dubbed her — grow from an expressive dreamer into an expressionless machine. Overtime, she gradually lost her faith in her father . . . in being rescued. Her sparkling eyes were replaced by a vacant abyss; her meaningful stares were eventually replaced by blank ones. They saw how her tears became less and less frequent until they stopped altogether. Day by day, her scars multiplied, but she eventually stopped caring. Over the years, Tide became less and less human.

Oftentimes, she would come back to her prison bleeding allover. Majority of her clothes would be soaked in blood and her skin would be covered in newly-opened cuts, but no reaction would ever come from the young girl. No wince, no tear, no scream, no nothing. Just an absolute blank look.

"They’ve broken her," as Pietro noted amidst the chaos that was fast-paced memories.

Perhaps that was why the Avengers almost lost their minds when she suddenly came back with metal hands.

"What’s that on your face?" The Winter Soldier was accompanying Riptide inside her cell, as he often did throughout the elapse. Had he not pointed it out, they wouldn’t have noticed that her usually blank face had been tinted. Of sadness and confusion.

"They seemed to wear it quite often, don’t you think?" There was no emotion in her voice, which was a huge contrast to how she was before. She didn’t bother looking up at him either, and instead just focused her attention to her hands. "I thought it was quite suiting."

"Why?" His lack of emotion was rivaling hers — and ultimately surpassing it without any trouble.

"I heard them talking while I was under." The heroes were surprised at how quickly they figured out that the "they" and "them" in her previous sentences weren’t referring to the same group of people. "They said that I was related to someone who they wanted revenge on."

"That’s something, isn’t it?" The Winter Soldier situated himself next to the teenage assassin. "I thought they always just take people at random."

The Avengers’ bloods ran cold. They all concurred on who were the brainwashed assassins were most likely talking about without conversing. After all, there were only two-to-three people who they could possibly be referring to.

"Howard Stark," Riptide confirmed their suspicions, "whoever that is."

"That name sounds familiar," he murmured. "I don’t know."

"Familiar like Steve?" She inquired, finally glancing at her fellow assassin. "Or from a mission?"

"I don’t know the difference between those two," the Winter Soldier admitted after trying to read her face for a moment. "Who’s Steve?"

Tide let a beat pass, "I guess it’s time for me to give the ‘Don’t Forget’ lecture."

next shore >

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