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If Only I Could Get To You First (Bucky Barnes One Shot)

Summary: Bucky Barnes and you have been best-friends, but unknowing to the other you both are also in love with the other. Though everyone else seems to know.

Pairing: Modern!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Modern AU, swearing, past domestic abuse (non descriptive), mutual pining, fake dating, confessions, best friends, angst, fluff, i just want to squish bucky into a hug, brock rumlow is a dick head, hurt/comfort, love confessions, crying, loving from afar

playlist: taylor swift: treacherous (taylors version) / mohit chauhan: dooriyan (from ‘love aaj kal’ 2015) / aditi singh sharma & arijit singh: raabta (night in a motel) highly recommend this song seriously.

a.n. originally this was supposed to be full of angst, but it turned into this beautiful world of feels.

Word Count: 10k

Main Masterlist || My AO3

In the list of bad ideas your best friend compelled you into, only two ever worked out in your favour. 

One was sneaking into your first high school party, you’d had your first kiss. 

The second was when she pushed you onto the dance floor at the frat house’s halloween party and you bumped into the warlock.

“Woah, easy there.” He’d caught you with a charming grin and his blue eyes. Your lungs would not breathe till he would tell you too.

“Are you alright?” Those blue eyes to a once over, checking for any sign of injury.

“I’m—I’m so sorry, I lost my footing.” You look to the side to glare at your best friend but she is luckily not in your line of vision.

“Woah, doll, who is on the receiving end of that glare?” He wonders loudly over the music which somehow doesn’t bother you.

“My best friend pushed me.” You explain, sighing.

“We could work on a hex.” He offers, you let out a laugh, he’d interpreted your last minute outfit well enough, deep red turtle neck and skirt with a borrowed blonde wig.

“You’re the first person to know who am I.” You smile, he bows.

“The others are beneath our intellect. Do you want to move to the side?” 

You nod, his hand finds yours and the night floats away.

“James Barnes, warlock for tonight. What is your name Sabrina Spellman?” He offers his name and then you give him yours.

Conversation flows on, in the little nook of the house.

Movies, TV Shows, a heavy argument about Professor Snape and Dumbledore and then academic choices. 

Time went on numbers exchanged, as were memes.

Coffee tumblers refilled over hours every Wednesday.

Movie marathons, study dates, celebrating A pluses and even the occasional C minus.

Pranking his very unhygienic third roommate by placing cups of detergent all over his room and a few cups of water.

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You had known his close friends called him Bucky, it was never defined across the months of your blooming friendship if you could call him that name.

Bucky wondered why you hadn’t yet, maybe you did not consider him as close as he presumed. He had no inclination to ask out of fear to ruin the friendship he found within you.

it changed one night, at three a.m. your phone vibrated near your head, you were still dressed in the day’s clothes. Work had been terrible, so you deserved a night off of regular activities.

Reaching for the angrily vibrating device your bleary vision widens, you pick up the call.

“James? Is everything okay?”

“Could I come over?” Is all he asked, sounding broken.

You answered with an instant yes, quickly changing into a jumper and a hoodie. waiting for him in the living room.

His knocks sounded hesitant, almost as if he were reconsidering his choices.

You’re greeted by a heartbreaking sight.

James Barnes, with his hair a tousled mess, eyes puffy and red. Your heart seizes with worry.

“Natalie and I broke it off. I well, Sam saw her out with Zemo. She did not even deny it. How could she do this to me, Firefly?” He even sounds broken, as your nickname falls from his lips.

He lets you pull him into your warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you, pulling your body close into his. He sighs deeply as he finds comfort. 

The tears do brim anew, his shoulders shake.

“Bucky,” You hesitate, a hand stroking the back of his head. You guide him to the couch, retrieving your stash of ice cream and running back to him.

He gives a half hearted smile seeing the flavour, a shared favourite. 

You give your own beaming grin of encouragement.

“Here is your mission choose you accept it.” You hand him a spoon. He chuckles slightly.

“To finish this entire pint of ice cream with me.” 

The ice cream doesn’t stand a chance.

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Bucky has good days and bad ones for three months after the break up, the timing awful between midterms and assignments but they served distraction. 

To celebrate the end of the torturous examinations you both make your way around New York City. In search of 1 am pizza. 

“How are you?” You know it is a question she could dodge but the way he seemed to carry himself slowly coming into his own had given you hope. 

Bucky only stiffens for a moment at the question, progress you deem. 

“Honestly I feel it was a good thing.” He takes a bite; the cheese pulls and he grins in approval. You take a picture of him as he makes a silly face, both laughing now.

“I might not date for a while but I know I will eventually.” He informs of the decision.

“That is good.” You pat his back, taking your own bite as he in turn takes a picture of you pulling a silly face.

Slowly your phone memory is filled with several outings with your now extended group of friends, and several more with Bucky. He returns back to himself after a few months more, after a few okay-ish dates and he finds himself seeking your company.

He grabs a bouquet of your favourite flowers, his legs need no guidance to the familiar path of your home. Bucky stands near the entrance as the doorman, Percy smiles at him with kind eyes.

“She’s gone out.” Percy tells him, therefore Bucky waits, leaning against the wall phone in his hand scrolling through the fresh batch of micro sized comedy he could send to you.

Familiar sounding laughter pulls him in, your bright face greets his view, then your fingers curl around an arm. He follows the touching limbs to see the face of Rumlow. 

You seemed so radiant around the man. Bucky clutches the bouquet tighter as though in an attempt to ground himself or stop his heart from breaking before it could even be given to you. 

Rumlow turns you before you can leave his embrace to go to your apartment. Your laughter carries through to Bucky. He watches, lips pressed into a thin line.

Rumlow pulls you close, whispering something your ear, you bite your lip nodding. 

Bucky could hear his heart cracking over the noise around him, as your lips are upon that man’s own. He turns, walking away still clutching the bouquet. 

Bucky Barnes and you — best friends through college. Maybe that shouldn’t change. 

Bucky nods to himself, his feelings probably arose because of the time spent together and your friendship growing deeper. So he tucks this little crush upon you away, and decides that best friends is what you both are meant to be. 

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Seven months after graduation, Natasha nurses your busted lip. Vodka on the table is also for drinking she tells you. It soothes the ache from your broken heart and lip. 

Your phone still unresponsive from the one person you need. How many texts does it take for a best friend to respond?

“I could call him.” Natasha offers as you shake your head. 

“I, my texts should be enough, I left him calls as well.” You explain, “Could, could you ask Steve where is he?” 

Natasha studies your face, she knows you’re hurt over Bucky not responding. Brock Rumlow was the furthest thing from your mind and heart.

“I will,” She promises and your phone rings, your best friend’s face flashing across the screen. 

You take the call knowing the odd time difference between the two of you had her more on edge. 

“Hey,” You greet. 

“Don’t hey me, did you report him?” She all but yells. 

“I don’t want to associate any further—,”

“Bullshit, you absolutely should report that piece of shit unless Barnes has murdered him already, so you cannot call the cops cause then he will be in jail.” She cuts you off. 

“I don’t think he knows yet.” You admit, Natasha looks at you, quietly speaking to Steve and updating him about what occurred. 

“What do you mean? Is he okay? Because Barnes would not let that asshat breathe. Hell I’m taking the next plane out of Melbourne.” Her nails on the keyboard resound.

“No, no, don’t! Just, okay, look Nat patched me up and she also said vodka’s good for the pain as well so I’m fine and he’s, he’s probably busy…” You defend Bucky, once again. 

“Babe, he has been busy awful lot since he started dating that bimbo bitch.” She clicks her tongue, annoyed at the man. 

“Look can we just, drop the whole thing, I, I think I need to sleep, and you need to get to work.” You remind her. 

“Just leave me messages through the day alright and no memes or links coherent language only.” She warns you. 

“Yes alright coherent language only.” You promise. 

Nat comes by with a plate of food, placing it in front with a fork. You stare at the pasta for a minute. 

“I called Steve, he got through, Bucky is out with her…” She trails off.

“Oh, did Steve say anything?” You hesitate to ask, Nat shakes her head. 

“He knows you wouldn’t like her to know so he just made sure Bucky would check his messages.” She gnaws at her bottom lip struggling to say something.

“What?” You look at her. 

“You should really report him, this wasn’t the first time was it?” She states you look down at your hands. 

“No.” You close your eyes at the admission.

“How long have you kept things from us? From Bucky?” She places a gentle hand over your forearm. 

“He, he was very particular, no where where anyone would know. Started two months ago. I tried breaking up after the first time but—,” Your vision blurs, the tears are harder to hold back. 

“Do you want me to take pictures? I know we can file a case, or at least a restraining order…” Natasha tries to coax you to listen to her but you just shake you head.

“I can’t I don’t want more trouble, Nat. It’s over he’s gone. The fight was more about him shifting to L.A. and me not wanting to follow.”

“Are you in love with him still?”

“I never was, I just, I thought I could learn to love him and then he just tried to beat it into me…” You shudder in remembrance. 

Natasha leaves the topic, knowing that it was difficult to walk away even let alone relive the ordeal. 

It is four days later at the scheduled game night that you see Bucky, you don’t greet him.

He furrows his brow when you move away from the living room to the bathroom before he can take a good look at you. 

“Where’s Rumlow?” He questions and the room turns silent. 

“Did you not see her messages?” Steve crosses his arms. 

“What messages?” Bucky retrieves his phone.  

“Barnes, when did you last speak to her?” Nat questions then scoffs as Sharon wraps her arm around his wrist pushing the phone down. 

“A few days ago, why?” He answers, running a hand along Sharon’s arm. 

“Bucky.” She pouts. 

“What is it baby?” He questions, being distracted from the conversation at hand by his girlfriend. 

“Bucky you should go speak to Y/N.” Steve adds with a bit more seriousness. 

“What happened, is she, is Firefly alright?” He looks up in worry.

“Ugh, she always wants your attention.” Sharon whispers loudly, “Does she not have her own boyfriend?” 

“Don’t you have better things to do than cling to Bucky’s arm? Or is your default personality trait whiny girlfriend only?” Natasha uses the same tone as Sharon. 

Sam covers up his laugh with a cough. 

“Bucky.” Sharon whines again then moves away to go to the balcony sniffling and tears welling up. 

“Crocodile tears.” Nat rolls her eyes. 

“Nat.” Bucky gives an exasperated look, chasing behind Sharon to mend things. 

“Steve, please let me punch him.” Nat pleads. 

“You know she doesn’t want us to tell him, how has he not responded after the texts? We all got them.” Steve sighs taking another sip of his beer. 

You return, wiping you eyes, for any stray tears or mascara. 

“Whats got her in pain now?” You ask, a look of disdain taking over. You try not to stretch your lip as the sting from the cut still presents itself. 

“Nat called her whiny.” Sam chuckles. 

“Nat…” You sigh. 

“What, it’s about time we call her out.” She shrugs. 

“How are you holding up?” Sam questions, eyes on your busted lip. 

“Eh, been better will be better soon I guess?” You shrug and wince as the pain in your shoulder blade presents itself. 

“And now she’s making a face at me!” Sharon accuses you and then goes back to the balcony. 

Bucky’s heavy sigh echoes through the room. 

“Firefly, can you not? I know you all don’t like her much but I do okay? Christ some best friend you are,” Bucky turns back to once again console his girlfriend running a hand through his hair in frustration. 

“Some best friend?” Your cold tone makes Bucky turn to face you, a quip ready on his exhausted tongue, he doesn’t get to speak because he finally takes in your appearance. 

The bags under your eyes, the redness housed within them, the busted lip you have and the slight wince as you take a deep breath. 

“I’m going to kill him.” Bucky connects the dots in his mind. 

“No need, these were days ago, I needed you and you were not there James.” You accuse, tears brimming once more. 

“I, Steve said to see my texts but I had none from you… Steve why did you not say anything?”

“You could have called me. You, I left you voicemails, crying sobbing, asking for you. For your help. You weren’t there. They didn’t say anything because I wanted to tell you but then again, your time and devotion is pre-booked. Let me know when a slot opens up, I can summarise the whole thing in two minutes, the least I can do as some best friend.” You sneer, walking towards the door in no mood to stay any longer. 

Bucky mechanically follows you, 

“Firefly, I—, I swear I don’t have any messages, I’m not lying!” 

“You could have called!” You accuse.

“I was out—,” Bucky tries to grasp your hand.

“Like I said, I know you’re too busy, for me.” You press the call button several times more waiting for the elevator to come up faster. 

“That is no excuse, I’m so sorry, I just, please stay, we can talk.” His hand reaches to grab your shoulder. A painful sound escapes you and you flinch away from him. 

“Where else did he hurt you?” Bucky’s tone holds no emotion, you look up at his face, the stoic expression masks his feelings but the anger in his blue eyes is reaching its summit. 

Your eyes shift to the elevator when it dings to signal the opening of the doors. 

“You aren’t leaving.” Bucky informs you. 

“I do not want to talk about this.” You tell him, feeling like your heart might break again.

“I do. I need to know what did he do, because he won’t be breathing after I’m done with him.” 

“It doesn’t work that way.” Your eyes shift to Sharon who rolls her eyes at you, then puts on a pout when Bucky turns to look at her. 

“Bucky,” “Not now Sharon.”

Bucky turns back, but you’re inside the elevator. He steps ahead to join you, the doors begin closing his fingertips just graze the border where the sensors would have the automatic doors reopen. 

He’s pulled back by his arm by Sharon, you look down. Heart breaking again, that you can’t even be prioritised by your best friend. He won’t even fight for you.

Bucky catches the quiet sob that escapes past your lips at wrapping itself around his heart squeezing upon it.  

“Do you have any semblance that someone else could have bigger problems that you?” Bucky looks at Sharon, taking his arm out of hers. 

“Baby,” She begins her fake tears again. 

“God, not with this again. Sharon, seriously please.” Bucky groans in frustration. 

“You want to spend all your time with that stupid bitch.” She complains as Bucky turns to press the elevators if he is fast enough he can catch up to you. 

“She’s my best friend. She needs me.” Bucky glares at Sharon. 

“No, she does not she managed to find help elsewhere four days ago, she just wants your attention.”

“What the fuck did you say?” Natasha verbalises the question brewing within Bucky. 

“I-, no I said nothing! Nothing!” The blonde stutters in defence. 

“Oh I’m going to smack this fucking bitch—,” Nat is pulled back by Steve. 

“Did you delete Firefly’s messages and voicemails?” Bucky’s voice is low and cold, almost similar to what yours was towards him. 

“I—, no,” Sharon gulps audibly, sweat breaking across her forehead.

“You have one more chance, did you fucking delete messages my best friend left for me, at a time she needed me?” Bucky’s hands form fists. Sharon had kept asking to take pictures on his phone, then sending herself the ones she liked thats when she must have deleted all of your communication to him. 

“Bucky, it’s always, Firefly this and Firefly that, what about me?” Sharon defends, trying to move close to Bucky. 

The elevator dings, opening on the floor. Bucky crosses the threshold. 

“I’m going to send the elevator back up, I want you out of my life. My house key can be dropped off here at Natasha’s, don’t you dare try to contact me or anyone. It is over.”

Sharon’s final plea falls on deaf ears as the doors are closed and Bucky lets out a heavy sigh. He brings out his phone trying to call you as he jogs through the crowd towards the nearest station, checking the watch he knows the next train leaves in ten minutes. 

Bucky calls out your name through the station, his breathing erratic. You have your hood up, not wanting to be spotted by him. 

You can hear his calls, the way your phone vibrates in your pocket a frantic echo of his own booming voice. 

“Firefly.” Bucky finally breathes, standing behind you. 

You say nothing as you turn to face him. 

“I’m sorry, I really am so sorry, it is no excuse she deleted the messages, fuck, I should have called. I should have been the one there. I’m your best friend. I should have caught on earlier.” He tenderly cups your face between his hands, guilt seeping into his bones. 

His thumbs wipe your tears, you don’t want to have a public meltdown. 

“Come on let’s get you home, I think we still have time to grab ice cream from Mrs. Lorena’s store.” His warm hands leave your face, but the warmth returns on your hands as he intertwines them with his, you want to cry all over again. 

Bucky takes charge of leading you through the night train, you both stand in favour of the elderly couple who need the seats. They look at the two of you warmly. 

You feel small, your hand never leaving his, he stays close with almost a protective stance over you. 

Bucky notes the change in your demeanour. How you’re hiding away, flinching at loud sounds. 

It eats at him how these small things had inculcated themselves into you the past months you were with Rumlow. He didn’t care about the consequences, he will beat the shit out of that fucker. 

Your mind races, back to the night you first went out with Rumlow. Somehow your mind kept comparing what he did to Bucky. As though your tall brunette best friend should be the standard of all men. 

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You weren’t going to call Rumlow back, realising that maybe the reason you were comparing him to Bucky was because you were in love with your best friend, your Bucky. 

The conversation was going to be simple, carry a bouquet of his favourite flowers, a letter in your hand filled with your confession. Your nerves singed with each step towards his door. 

You rang the bell, once, twice; then you heard the laughter and kisses. Your heart sunk, you scrambled to hide at the other end of the hallway. 

Bucky came into view with Sharon, the business major. They make their way to his door, lips meeting ever so often, you feel each one deliver a crack to your heart.  

Maybe, maybe you were meant to be best friends only. The door closes and you can hear their sounds, you move past the corridor and exit the building. 

Nodding to yourself, Bucky Barnes and you best friends through college. 

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“Firefly?” Bucky waves a hand in front of you, you blink, looking around. 

“Huh?” You speak before realising. 

“I asked where is your key ring?” Bucky looks at you in worry. 

“Oh um,” You fish around for the familiar keyring handing it to him.

Bucky opens the door at sets down the bag of groceries. How long did you space out for?

“So, here is your mission, should you choose to accept it,” He brings out your favourite ice cream tub from the bag.

Your face breaks out into a grin, a laugh finally reverberating in your chest rather than sobs. 

“Is it to eat this ice cream and talk to your idiot best friend.” Bucky holds up two spoons as an offer. 

You grab one, then grab the tub and make a run for the living room couch. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Bucky chases after you, you twist around the last minute your foot and his tangling with the fluffy carpet under the coffee table, you both land on the couch. 

Bucky is above you as your foreheads collide and the tub of ice cream rolls onto the floor. 

“Are you okay?” He questions, as you rub your forehead and his, the ache dies down slightly of the impact. 

“Sort of,” You wince, then look at him. 

The two of you lock gazes, heat blooms between you both. Red tinged cheeks. 

Bucky had wondered how it would be, to hold you this close. 

You had wondered how it would be, to have him in your arms.  

Both of you break out of your thoughts and scramble to sit up. Ankles still caught in the carpet, you both slide down the couch, ending with your straddling his hips. 

His hands move to your hips and yours wrap around his neck. 

Bucky feels your warm breath fan across his face, how is it you fit so well against him, as though you belong next to him. 

You feel his fingers gently squeeze your hips, how is it that your arms encircle him as though he belongs between them, next to you. 

You feel something poke your thigh. Bucky’s eyes widen. 

“Um, is is that…” 

“No um, no,” 

Bucky panics at your suggestion quickly moving you from his lap to beside him on the floor. 

The spoons clatter to the floor between his legs. 

The sigh that leaves from Bucky’s lips has you laugh, he joins in. Shoulders shaking and heads thrown back in mirth. 

Your head on his shoulder and his resting on of top yours. 

Laughter and giggles filling the apartment after months. 

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It is another month later when you all are at your weekly game night at Bucky and Steve’s place. 

“Barnes, who are you taking to the wedding then?” Sam questions between shuffling the deck of Uno Cards. 

“What wedding?” You curiously look up Bucky sighs, shoulders deflating. 

“Maya is getting married, and insisted I bring someone along, and well they wanted to meet my girlfriend but I’ve broken up.” He explains, placing a chip in his mouth. 

“So just tell them?” You quirk an eyebrow. 

“You remember Maya right?” He looks at you with an incredulous gaze. 

“And Mr. Barnes here hasn’t told her, he’s broken up. Wanted to show off the whiney girl.” Sam announces. 

“Winnie Barnes would not approve.” Steve adds quietly and Bucky groans. 

Nat gives you a look before looking down into her phone. You blink a few times not understanding what that look meant. 

Your phone chimes, your eyebrows furrow at the message. 

Best Friend: go as his fake date to the wedding, his family adores you. 

Me: who even told you? 

Best Friend: not important. 

You look up with a glare at Natasha. 

Best Friend: don’t glare at her. She’s an innocent baby.

Me: I’m not doing the fake date thing. Not with Bucky, it will be hard. 

Best Friend: come on, he looks at you the same way. 

Me: he doesn’t. and also bye. i’m not having this conversation again. 

You place your phone back, looking up at the four of them staring at you. 

“What?” You question, picking up your seven cards. 

“Do you have any solution for Bucky?” Steve wonders, you look at Nat, she shrugs innocently. 

You narrow your eyes at her. 

“Let me think.” You bide your time. Bucky inhales deeply, seeing his own set of cards. 

Your phone chimes again, you control the groan that whats to leave you.

Best Friend: listen, just trust me okay? When have I said something that turned to shit? 

Me: its only twice your plans have not turned to shit.

Best Friend: ouch. this won’t turn to shit come on, help him out. I’ll ask Nat to let you win. 

Me: as if I need to be let to win.

Best Friend: she has 4 draw fours. 

Me: what the fuck?

You look up and Nat discreetly shows you proof. 

“Say the word and you get them.” Nat whispers. 

More encouragement comes through from your best friend. 

“What if, Bucky, you take a fake date…” You clear your throat. 

“Maya will catch on its a fake date and then it will be a mess, I just will fake a work thing.”

“What if I go? As your um fake date?” You offer, placing your cards face down near the space between you and Nat. 

“Are you sure? I mean they may believe it…” Bucky trails off in thought. 

“I mean, only if you’re comfortable… Just Maya will be upset if you don’t go at all and not having a date should not stop you—,”

“No, I think it should work, we know each other well enough to pretend to be in love.” Bucky grins. 

You try not to wince, “Yup, yeah, won’t be hard to pretend.” You agree. 

“Thank you, Firefly.” Bucky beams for the remainder of the game even as you beat his ass with your exchanged cards. 

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BestFriend: so who wants to bet on they return as an official couple? I place a 100 bucks. 

Natasha: add my 100 to that

Sam: nah man they’re too scared to admit it. 

Steve: they won’t damage the friendship. 

Best Friend: Oh lil Samuel and lil Steve ya’ll better be ready to pay up. 

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You grasp the handle of your suitcase a little tighter as Bucky’s car pulls around the corner. You walk closer to the edge where he could park for a few moments as you would load up your things. 

Bucky set the car into park stepping out and greeting you with a wide smile. You return the gesture, he envelopes you into one of his warm hugs. Easing your nerves. 

“Here give it to me and you can hang the dress near the suit.” Bucky takes your small suitcase and you open the backseat door his navy suit hanging from the hook, you place your own dress near it. Checking for any folds and then getting into the front seat with him. 

“So um,” He says after a few moments of silence. 

“Yeah?” You look at him, he seems nervous. 

“We need to get our stories straight…” He hints you nod.

“When did we start dating, first date, who asked who?” You list, he nods. 

“Guess watching those rom-coms proved to be useful.” He chuckles, you swat his arm lightly. 

“Okay so we sort of confessed a few months ago, but we were scared to ruin the friendship.” He offers, which in a sense was true for him, though he never confessed. Even though he had fallen for you. 

“Yes and we decided to date other people, but those didn’t work out so we decided to give it a shot cause the feelings never went away.” Which was true you think, at the back of your mind you were in love with him. 

“Okay, yes so we’re dating since a month and a half…” He offers, you hum in agreement. 

“Yep and first date…” you pause to think.

“Ice cream parlour.” He offers, you smile that was actually your first outing as friends. 

“Yeah, and you had the cherry stuck to your nose with whipped cream.” You begin to laugh. 

“Oh right miss, whipped cream moustache.” He gives you a look, chuckling as well. 

“Oh right, you looked like a clown.” You roll your eyes. 

“And you were my sidekick.” Bucky teases. 

“Alright, alright, and we both confessed, got each other flowers and stuff.” You admit, you had put the flower in resin. 

Bucky grips the wheel, he had gotten one flower’s petals from the bouquet preserved. 

“Yeah, that, that sounds romantic enough.” He clears his throat. The earlier tension seeping back into him, was this a mistake? What if he said something stupid. 

“Hey, um, Buck?” Your hand rests on his shoulder. 

He looks at you at the stop sign. 

“If, if at any point you feel the whole faking thing gets too much lets you know keep a safe word and we’ll you know revert to being best friends and try to exit that situation okay?” You offer. 

“You’re perfect you know? I was nervous what if it gets too much for either of us and this yeah the safe word is sensible.” He agrees. 

“So whats our safe word?” You question. 

“Draw-four.” His mouth twists as though he can taste the loss against your multiple draw fours that you saved just for him at the one on one game. 

You can’t help but laugh, “Okay, draw-four it is.” 

Bucky shakes his head, shifting the gear as the green light comes into view. 

“Also, Firefly, I want you to be comfortable I know what the fucker did might linger or come back at random moments, I know you’re doing well with therapy but if it gets too much or if anything triggers you, please tell me. I will get you out of that situation or help you as you need okay?” He says, you feel your chest constrict at the intensity of him caring about you.

“I will, Bucky, I promise.” You give his hand a squeeze oer the gearshift. 

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The two hour journey to the venue has you both slightly tired, mostly hungry. The rehearsal dinner was the event you both had to dress up first for, as you both enter the venue. 

A squeal has you both turn. 

“Maya.” Bucky grins opening his arms for his cousin to come crashing into him. 

“I thought you were going to ditch my wedding.” She complains but then bounces excited, “Now introduce me to your date!” her eyes turn to you, widening. 

You offer a smile your congratulations to her caught in your throat as she screams excitedly once again. 

“Oh my god, I knew it! I knew this would be best friends to lovers! James you did good! Wait till I tell Aunt Winnie and Becca!” Maya cheers pulling you into a hug. You hug back and Bucky scratches the back of his neck giving you a nervous look. 

Maybe it would not be hard to convince them that you both were in love he thinks…. The only problem was how does he convince himself not to blabber to you. 

You feel Maya’s excitement seep into you as well when she pulls away, jumping slightly. 

“Congratulations!” You cheer. 

“Girl, you have to tell me how did you both realise.” She raises a finger up in warning. 

“I will, I will.” You give a promise to the bride. 

“What is all this commotion?” Winnie Barnes steps out of the room that Maya was in, her smile widening as she spots her son. 

You admire them as they hug after months of staying apart. 

Winnie pulls away from the hug, running a hand over Bucky’s hair and then cupping his jaw. 

“Ma, don’t cry you saw me yesterday on video-call.” Bucky wipes her tears. 

“Not the same,” She pats his head, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you.” He engulfs her in a hug again. 

“I love you too, sunshine.” She smiles warmly. 

“Now where is this mystery date of yours, hiding things from your Ma,” She gives him a small glare, Bucky widens his eyes. He scrambles to turn and his hand is outstretched towards you, you intertwine your fingers with his, stepping next to him. 

“Bucky, you better not be lying.” She looks between the two of you, his grip tightens on your hand.

“We’re not, Mrs. Barnes—,”

“Sweetheart, Winnie for you always.” His mom corrects you, a warm smile. 

She cups your cheek as well. 

“So he finally came to his senses.” She teases. 

“We both did…” You add with a smile, looking up at Bucky, admiring him. 

Bucky looks down at you, your gazes transfixed upon each-other his blue eyes inviting. 

Bucky wants to be lost in your eyes, drowning in their deepness. Submerging himself in the affection that they currently hold for him. 

A flash has you both turn and shake your heads. 

“I need one for the album.” Maya reasons and Bucky sighs. 

“Send me a copy?” You offer trying to dissipate the tension. 

“Why don’t you both settle into your room? And no funny business.” Winnie warns, you both pale. 

“Ma, I would, no—,” Bucky stutters, a blush coating his cheeks. 

Winnie looks at you, before laughing. 

“He better be treating you right, sweetheart, if not just tell me. I’ll sort him out.” She gives him a warning look. 

Then Winnie cups your cheek, “I am so happy you’re with him.” She says earnest. 

Guilt gnaws at you, Winnie probably would be heartbroken if she knew you both were lying through your teeth. 

“Sir, Ma’am, your room is ready, we’ll have the luggage delivered to your room in the next ten minutes.” The receptionist hands you the keycards. 

“Well go freshen up I’ll see you both at seven-thirty for the rehearsal dinner.” 

With a final hug to Winnie and Maya both of you sauntered into your room. Bucky looks at the bed. The only bed. 

“Um, I’ll take the sofa.” He offers. 

“Bucky that sofa is not even going to fit your legs…” You inform him. 

“We’ll just make a wall of pillows?” You offer.

“Are you sure?” His mind wanders to the night you were in his arms, straddling his lap. 

He coughs to remind himself; not to let his mind wander astray. 

You nod, at what you don’t know, it’s not like you both haven’t cuddled or been in each other’s physical space before. Road trips you both pretty much sat next to each other fell asleep listening to songs so why was this different? 

“Is it cool if I shower first?” Bucky turns to the bathroom, “Oh fuck me.” He mutters. 

“What?” You follow his line of vision. 

What kind of hotel was this? 

The wall between the bathroom and bedroom wasn’t opaque it was a glass, a very transparent glass. The door was made on frosted glass, but again you would be able to understand what was going on. 

You gulp audibly. 

Bucky opens the door to check if there is a curtain or towel to cover the pane. 

The bathroom proves to be larger, inside, the toilet seat away from the view only the glass shower and bathtub can be perceived from the glass. 

You peek from the glass as Bucky rests his hands on his hips as he looks around for a solution. 

“Shower with swimsuits?” He offers an idea. 

“Bucky I didn’t carry one…” You scratch the back of your neck, suddenly everything feels incredibly warm.

“Underwear then…” 

“How about we just shower while the other one faces away? Or lays in bed…” you counter. 

It seems plausible, Bucky purses his lips, then nods. 

“So um, you lay down, stretch your feet out and I’ll um, shower first then I’ll lay down…” He runs a hand through his hair and then over his stubble. 

You nod, grabbing your phone and turning to the bed. 

Bucky grabs his toiletries and powers through going to the very open bathroom. Maybe the hot water will fog up the glass? 

You immediately text your best friend and Natasha about the one bed and very daunting bathroom situation but they just send stupid laughing emojis in response. 

You groan. 

Some friends they are, the shower runs and from your angle on the bed you can’t see a thing apart from the ceiling of the bathroom, you sigh. 

It would just be easier to admit to Bucky you have feelings for him. You can’t risk your friendship though. 

Bucky sighs in content as the droplets hit his skin. The warm water taking away the stress of the day and tenseness in his shoulders. He watches the rivulets trail from his body to the anti skid flooring. One hand on the wall. 

His mind briefly wonders what would it be like to have his ex here and then he dismisses the thought. Sharon and he were supposed to be a one off a distraction from his growing feelings for you. 

Then she got clingy, demanding every waking minute of his to be hers to fill with herself and her own needs and wants. 

Bucky sighs again, the suds of soap now turning clear. He grabs the towel, checking the glass sure enough it is fogged up by the heat. 

He puts on his boxers and jeans as he exits and your voice catches in your throat as a lone rivulet makes its was down his neck then chest then abdomen, ending just over the taut band of muscles and you feel as though the world is in slow motion. 

“Take a picture it will last longer.” Bucky teases bringing you out of your staring. 

“I h-hope you didn’t use up all t-the hot water.” You stutter get up grabbing your set of things from your bag. 

The outfit for tonight was a simple purple jumpsuit that brought out your curves, and chest. Long sleeves but very comfortable. 

Bucky lays down, texting Sam and Steve finally about what was happening. They both offered him advice on avoiding the shared bed but then the picture of the couch he sent had them agree with your pillow wall idea. 

As the shower runs he feels himself grow less confident in his plan to have you both pretending, he was so sure he’d slip up. 

When you exit Bucky’s lips part the deep purple of the jumpsuit bringing out the colour of your skin and eyes. The neckline of the outfit was probably his favourite, it was low, and accentuated your chest as the sleeves were the ones that had slits on them. 

It showed skin but in a way that was risqué but classy. 

The fabric hugged the curve of your hips and Bucky wanted to pull you close to him just so he could feel your warmth. 

“Take a picture it will last longer.” You tease him and he shakes his head, observing you do your make up. He’d seen it before the way your tongue would poke out in concentration as you picked which eyeshadow to use or if the colours were going well with what you were wearing. 

You turn to him once you’re done, 

“Can you see if these are even?” You sit next to him on the bed closing your eyes. 

Bucky’s eyes are on your lips and not eyelids. He traces their outline with his gaze, appearing so soft and so inviting. 

“Bucky? Is the eyeliner equal?” You open your eyes as he looks up at your confused expression. 

“Yes, um w-was just ma-making sure they were equal…” He stammers out quickly getting up and to further aid drying his hair. He was growing it out again. 

The two of you make it downstairs, Bucky’s arm slips around your waist before you enter. Pulling you close to his warmth. You smile up at him. 

“You look beautiful.” He admits looking down at you with a smile that sends flutters through your stomach. 

“You look quite handsome yourself.” You offer him an equally butterfly inducing smile. 

Bucky knows his heart will break this weekend but if he gets to pretend to be yours then its worth it. 

You look up at Bucky stealing a final glance before walking through the door. You suddenly realise that maybe, maybe basking in this pretend would at-least give you a taste of happiness, even if the magic would end come Monday morning. 

As the two of you find your seating next to Rebecca, who also is elated at you being the secret girlfriend. The dinner begins to go by without a hitch. 

Emotional words are said in the practice speeches and the love between Maya and her to be husband, Marcus; is felt through all the attendees, tying them all together. 

Bucky has his arm around the back of your chair, as you all wait for dessert. He doesn’t realise it when he begins to trace soft patters along your mid back. You lean into his comforting touch, allowing him to continue. 

When you look up at him, your breath hitches at how intently he looks at you. Those azure eyes taking in every bit of your own eyes. 

“Oh come on, just kiss already.” Rebecca’s voice stops the patterns being drawn upon you. 

“W-what?” You look at her in confusion. 

“You both look like you want to tear into each other.” She rolls her eyes, “Just kiss we’re all adults. Well except the kids table in the corner but,” Rebecca shrugs. 

Bucky leans in deciding to kiss your cheek just to shut his sister’s mouth. You then turn to face him just when his lips were to brush you cheek. 

His soft, slightly chapped lips brush over yours, his eyes widen for a moment. Then he closes them, his hand cups your jaw. You feel that damned fluttering feeling again, as you kiss him back. Your palm resting on his chest. His heart thundering wildly against his chest.  

The kiss lasts for a few moments, that feel as though time was slowed down, all too soon you pull away from him. Biting your own bottom lip and a deep blush creeping across your chest and neck. 

“What did you just start dating?” Rebecca comments, “That looked like a middle schooler’s kiss.” 

Bucky tries to make sense, you try to make sense as well. Because what the fuck, you both just kissed each other. 

“We aren’t into PDA.” You defend with a sip of your drink to soothe the nerves. 

Your hand rests on Bucky’s knee, a grounding action that the two of you needed. 

Back, in the room; he begins to undo his shirt, he’s halfway done when he pauses. 

“Firefly?” 

You turn to face him, the make up from your face gone. 

“Bucky?” 

“Was, was the kiss okay?” He fidgets with the cufflink as he undoes it. 

“I um, guess yeah? Why?” You bring your eyes back up to his, 

“No, no, um Rebecca’s comment just well, what if we don’t appear that comfortable?”

“Do we practice kissing?” You wonder, god just dig a six feet deep hole and bury yourself in it. 

“I, thats not, I’m not—,” He lets out a frustrated sigh, closing the space between you two. 

Your ears begin a ringing at the way his cologne floods your senses. 

Bucky’s warm hands cup your cheeks,

“I’m not, not trying to take advantage of this but um, maybe we could table kissing? Because I guess handholding and all of the other things we’ve done as, as best friends, so…”

“Yeah no um, yeah I get what you’re saying,” you agree. 

“No kissing then.”

“Nope, no kissing.” 

With the rule established you both wind down for the night the pillow wall is built and the covers are pulled over your frames. 

Exhaustion tugs at your body but sleep seems to be at its wits end not wanting to arrive to you. 

Bucky shifts around in bed, staring at the pillow wall. That should not have been the first kiss between the two of you. 

His mind is running a mile a minute, he wonders if you’ve fallen asleep. 

“Bucky, you awake?” Your soft whisper has him tug one pillow away. 

“Hey,” His soft smile greets you with his hair tousled and eyes craving sleep. 

“Hey,” you smile back, your eyes on the verge of sleep, a few strands of your hair curling around your forehead. 

“Can’t sleep?” He wonders and you nod. 

“You too?” You ask and he nods. 

“Do you want to talk till we fall asleep?” You offer as a plan. 

“Sounds like a plan.” Bucky’s heart feels warm. 

It is quiet for a moment before Bucky decides to tell you about his promotion at work. It’s hardly been time at the firm but they recognise his potential. 

You reach across the wall and hug him, Bucky grins and wraps his arms around you, relishing the moment. 

“Thats great! I’m so proud of you!” You cheer him on, he grins. You both slowly pull away from the hug. Returning to your respective sides. 

The conversation flows from there, about what his new responsibilities would be and how he would have to divide his time. Both sets of eyelids get heavy and Bucky dozes off mid conversation, you chuckle lightly. Brushing his hair back and then slumber find you as well. With your hand resting on his cheek.

--------------------------------------------------

It’s very warm for the cooler spring day that was predicted. 

Bucky is usually feeling like a furnace but today he is exceptionally warm as well. Not that he is complaining but something about the warmth is inviting. 

A soft whimper presents itself to Bucky and his eyes peel open. You’re pressed against flush him, his head was buried in the crook of your neck, an arm around your waist. Your arm resting above his own. 

“Firefly…” He tries to coax you out of slumber. 

“Five more minutes…” You mutter sleepily, shifting around till you face him and your head rests on his chest. How do you have a death grip on him to not let him escape he doesn’t understand. 

“Firefly… we gotta get to breakfast…” Bucky manages to free his hand and brushes his thumb over your cheek bone. 

Honestly he wouldn’t leave the bed if he woke up to you everyday. 

“Shhh, the dough is resting.” You grumble, shifting closer.

“The dough?” Bucky grins amused. 

“I’m the dough, must rest in the oven.” You complain again. 

“I thought you’re my Firefly.” Oh he’s going to ask you about this. 

“I can be two things.” You pull away looking at him. 

Bucky looks at you, waiting for the sleepiness to leave you. 

“Bucky?” You ask, then look down at your intertwined bodies, well you clinging onto him. 

“Firefly, good morning.” He chuckles and then you move away from him all too soon. 

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?!” You sit up on your side, face hidden in your hands. 

“Because the dough needed to rest.” He says matter of factly

“What dough?” You question, then it hits you the drunken analogy you had come up with your best friend and Nat, 

“Oh that no, um, i’m, i’m going to the bathroom.” 

You grab your phone and things as quickly as possible, Bucky remains laying in bed you know he’s still laughing, the endearment is clear in his demeanour but you have half a mind you’re going to be called dough from now on till you spill the reason.

Me: i sleepily blabbed to him about resting the dough.

Best Friend: you know this is why I too up night classes here, to stay awake for the fresh batch of well rested dough stories. 

Nat: 🤣🤣 So how was the resting of the dough on the very hot oven?

Me: i hate you both. It was a drunken analogy about Bucky being warm.

Best Friend: that made you want to be dough resting in the oven. 

Nat: so when will you get to baking? Now that you have rested. 

Best Friend: oh I think very soon, Bucky’s probably stiffly up to the right temperature. 

Me: i will smack you both. stop it. 

You groan silently. Keeping your phone on the counter. Useless, your friends are useless comedians at your expense. 

Breakfast passes by in the hotel as an uneventful affair, Bucky and you decided that meal times without family intervention would be on best friend mode so the conversation was mutual topics and trying to see if you could squeeze in a marathon of harry potter movies to commemorate the time you did the same in college a year ago. 

The ceremony is at five which gives you a few hours to kill before absolutely needing to get ready. 

“Do you think we should ask your mum or Maya if she needs any help? It just feels weird being just a guest…” 

Bucky’s hair is falling upon his forehead when he looks up at you. Unthinkingly you reach over to help move it, and for a moment he wants to just have your fingertips run through his hair as he lays next to you. 

“I, yes, we should.” He wonders if you can hear his heart beating almost as if it will leap out of his chest. 

And you both find yourselves barely making it in time to get changed for the ceremony. Bucky takes over ironing duty since he knows your absolutely need to wash your hair before an event otherwise you don’t feel yourself. 

In the nick of time you make it, Bucky eternally grateful you had his cufflinks set up and he helps you zip up the dress. 

You both are panting by the time you reach the attached ballroom. With just two minutes till the bridal march. The wedding planner shoos you both off with a glare as if Bucky and you never helped set the decor because five people of her team fell ill. 

“Shouldn’t have fixed that centrepiece.” You grumble as Bucky snickers before you settle into the seats. 

“Firefly, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have left it unfixed.” He whispers leaning in, 

“I would.” You whisper back. 

“You’re too nice.” 

“I’ll break it. Let the reception begin.” You warn him. 

He wraps his arm around your shoulder bringing you close. 

“I think the dough needs some rest.” He teases. 

“James.” You warn, the redness of your cheeks only urging him onward. 

“Sorry dough, won’t bother you.” Bucky says, giving you puppy eyes. 

“James—,” Your voice caught in your throat at his proximity. He licks his lips, eyes on your soft ones. You’re wearing that red lipstick from the brand you frequently stayed up at night to order from, and he could lie and say the shade does nothing for you because your lips seem so inviting the shade of red adding to your allure. 

If you ask him for his heart he’d give it to you right there, he’d get on his knees and beg you to have it. 

The bridal march breaks his reverie and both of you stand up with the crowd as Maya walks down the aisle with her father, looking every bit of an angel in her wedding gown. 

When you look at her fiancé, your heart lurches, he’s crying tears of joy watching her close the final bit of distance between them and their forever. 

As her father gives her hand in her to be husband, the intimate look of hidden smiles they share almost has you look away. 

Bucky watches the ceremony play out, Maya and Marcus have to say their vows now and he knows they were best friends before Maya admitted her feelings and they have been together four years before they got engaged. 

“I believe the couple have prepared their own vows.” The minister gestures and Marcus’  best man hands him his folded papers. 

“Maya, I met you in high school and you were instantly my best friend.” Marcus begins. 

“We made a list of promises of what we would do and a set of friendship rules, you may not remember but I still have those pieces of decorated cardboard.”

Maya laughs, recalling the memory. 

You look up at Bucky, recalling the moment from where you both turned into each other’s best friends. 

“The first time as best friends when we had an argument was over where would we go to for college, because in all honesty you and I can only function if we’re close enough to share our one braincell.”

Their entire bridal party laughs at the joke. 

You recall the time you were paired with him to play Charades and the two of you sucked so horribly that the entire group banned the game.

“That day I was so angry but when I went back home I saw those cardboards. I knew college could be done anywhere but my best friend? I couldn’t leave her. That is the best damn decision, I made, well that and proposing to you and today standing in front of you, vowing to be by your side, even when you hate me leaving my clothes scattered on the floor, loving you even when I may be annoyed at you for not being able to pick a place for dinner,” 

Maya lightly swats him, then wipes a tear. 

You stare at Bucky catching the smile on his face, you wonder what he thinks about, then you feel him about to look at you so you look ahead. 

“To cherish you even when things around us may push and shove us to not remember what we’re together for, to nourish and nurture our love, our life, 

to work on myself to be the best I can be for you. To support you in everything you need me to support you, to catch you if you stumble, to be held by you if I tumble. I vow to be your best friend, love and husband as long as time is ours.” Marcus gazes lovingly at his bride. 

Bucky tears his eyes away when he hears your sniffle. You wipe your tears with the back of your hand. His hand shifts to wipe your tears and to hold you closer. Press his lips to your temple in promise. 

“Marcus, how am I supposed to speak now?” Maya complains with a chuckle that masks a small sob. 

Her groom shrugs innocently making all the teary eyed faces laugh. 

“My Marcus, the day you entered my life, was the most ordinary day I thought but little did I know your doodle of a covalent bond in my notebook would be setting up the reaction for an extraordinary life ahead where I get to stand at the altar with you.” Maya looks up at him, Marcus smiles at her, eyes getting watery. 

“When I admitted my feelings to you, I was scared to lose you. So scared that I was going to hold my silence. Then you brought those damn sliders from the place we went to as best friends and I knew I had to tell you how much more love my heart held for you.”

Buck looks down at you, every memory with you playing in his mind, taking in Maya’s words and replacing them with moments he has with his Firefly. 

“I vow to not nag you for your clothes strewn across the floor.” 

Bucky adores you as you laugh. Then looks back at the bride and groom. 

“I vow to be brave when you need me to for myself and for you. I vow to let my fears show so you can be brave for me and yourself. I vow to cherish you for who you are and who you become. To nourish and nurture our love, our life. To work on myself for being the one you need through any stage of life we are at; to be your best friend, love and wife as long as time is ours.” 

You gaze up at Bucky when his hand moves in your periphery, you catch the redness of his cheeks, he cried as well. Your hands ache to offer comfort.

Bucky gazes at you, both of your visions blurry from the tears. 

“Beautiful words, now I ask you, Marcus Finnegan, do you take Maya Barnes as your lawfully wedded wife?” The minister questions Marcus.

He places the wedding band on her finger.

Bucky grasps your hand in his, fingers curling around the space between yours. You look from the half intertwined hands to Bucky questioningly.

He isn’t going to let you go, no. 

If he had gotten to you first that night, maybe if he was brave enough he could have prevented the heartbreak.

“Now I ask you, Maya Barnes, do you take Marcus Finnegan as your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister questions Maya.

She places the wedding band on his finger.

You curl your fingers around his hand, letting tears flow down your cheeks. You hope with all your heart you’re interpreting his gesture correctly. If only you had gotten to him first that night.

“I present to you family and friends, by the power vested in me, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes-Finnegan. You may now kiss the bride.” 

The cheers and clapping around the ballroom die down into a dull buzz, Bucky cups your cheek with his left hand, pulling your lips onto his own. The kiss filled with a longing and hunger that you both carried for months. Salt mixes with the taste of his lips. Fears slowly let gone off as you grasp his left hand that rests upon your cheek.

When the two of you pull away for air, hidden by everyone standing to keep clapping for the newly weds allowing you both to be tucked away in your little corner.

“Why didn’t we say anything?” Bucky laughs through the tears.

“I was scared to lose you.” You rest your forehead against his, Bucky wipes your tears as you wipe away his own.

“Firefly, I’m never letting you go. Should have walked upto you and that fucker.” He finally admits, confessing his entire plan to you.

“I kept thinking of doing the same when you were with her, showed up with your favourite flowers too. Have it preserved back home…” 

“I’ve kept it preserved too.” Bucky admits, joy ceases his heart at your elation.

Your lips meet again, this time with lesser longing than before but the need to have each other ever present. Bucky’s lips peppered kisses all over your face, drawing out laughter from you. 

Each mirthful moment tucked away for him to keep. 

Your head resting on his chest as his arms around your waist, the slow notes of the song cascade around the two of you, Bucky had you on the dance floor from the first song, dinner left for later. 

You tilt your head back looking up at him with so much adoration.

“Waited so long to have you look at me this way.” He admits.

“Always looked at you this way when you weren’t looking.” You confess.

“Never looking away from your gorgeous eyes, Firefly.” He promises, his lips ghost over yours, as you rise on your tip toes even with heels to kiss your Bucky.

He finally got to you. You finally got to him.

—x—

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Don't Let Go

Summay: Zemo keeps the holster on.

WC: 2098

Rated: E

Tags: smut, on the rough side, dom!zemo, some dub/con type vibes at certain points (but it is all consensual of course), tall!plus size!reader, body image issues about size, no stated use of protection, uh yeah

A/N: um. Look. Your guess is as good as mine as to where this came from and after me not being able to write for months. I started this in June, got stuck, stopped, forgot i started writing it, randomly was going thru my wips for #nostalgia today, and then this happened. Sad to report no further progress on Heist tho. I’m hoping very soon. Bone app the teeth?

🖤

You remember when you had the conversation. Only a few nights ago on a Friday, barely more than a week since first going on the run with him, you and the Baron drank a few glasses of his expensive scotch at the new safe house, and you had found yourself opening up about fantasies, or lack of.

"Come now, Schatz - there must be something you have been intrigued to."

A simple shrug is what you give. "Maybe a few times…. But it's not something I put much thought into or anything like that." You take a sip, the alcohol rough in its burn.

"Why is that?" he questions without missing a beat.

Meeting his gaze across the couch you see he's been watching you the entire conversation, as though there is nothing that even comes remotely close to being more important than whatever silly ideas you have to share. “I mean I’ve spent my whole life as this bigger, intimidating person. Hell, I’m taller than you, by what an inch and a half? And most people that much, if not more,” you lightly scoff and sip again from your tumbler of scotch. “It wasn't something feasible being bigger I guess-” you gesture to your torso “-so I dropped the ideas before it could really set in as something I wanted. I told you - I'm always on my own and having to do my own thing. Had to get a grip on my life and be an independent woman and all that," you chuckle.

Zemo had been more than thorough in acquainting you with the basics of intimacy the last week; yet he let you take the lead as much as possible. Almost entirely, truly. You weren't at the point of anything wild or experimental, nor were you brave enough to try going rogue. So it was easy, it was standard - not that you had any complaints. But Helmut was adamant that it was you who controlled how he kissed you, how he touched you, how he broke your body and soul piece by piece in the long hours of the night.

You look across the room into the flickering light of the fireplace. Quieter, you add "just once I’d like to feel like the small one in a situation, to have to look up to someone literally and figuratively, to not feel like I’m too big and to just be able to let someone else make the choice for me." Looking back at him and speaking a little more blase, you finish "but I don't know. That's about as far as I got."

“I like looking up at you, Schatz, it’s like looking at an angel,” Helmut whispers. Since you had unofficially gotten together after escaping Riga he was constantly praising and complimenting you. You always expected to feel like he was just flattering you, but he made it such a point to talk about your intelligence, kindness, generosity, humor, and how beautiful he found you in equal parts.

You don't bother fighting back your grin. “I’m sure you do, Baron.” Downing the rest of your drink you tell him you are tired and head off to bed with a kiss.

Helmut had business to attend into the late evening. You made yourself busy reading some old book from the safe house’s upstairs library. The sun set as you read. Oranges and pinks and purples cast the room in a peaceful glow as you engulfed yourself in tales of times gone by. Maybe three hours later you hear him call out for you, breaking you from your page; “Schatz, could you come down here?”

Excitement bubbles within you at his arrival. “Be down in a sec!” You closed the book and placed it on the desk. Wandering around in the darkness you think you hear him in the kitchen. You call out “Helmut are you-” as you reach for the light switch when a shadowy figure backs you into a wall, knocking the breath you had from your lungs. For a second you panic, heart beating wildly out of your chest, until you see a glint of that familiar chocolate in the shadow’s eyes. The white-knuckled grip you have on the fabric of his top relaxes.

Pressed up against the kitchen wall by the man, you can just make out that he's clad in his gear. A thick burgundy turtleneck covers the expanse of his broad chest, the leather straps of a holster secured around his shoulders. Sturdy combat boots brush the sides of your ankles from where he has trapped your legs between his. The shoes give him an extra inch compared to your barefoot state, in addition to the commanding way he carries himself at present. Even as his gaze is eye level with your own like this he looks as if he towers above you.

Searching his eyes as best as you can in the limited light, you attempt “Hel what-”

A calloused palm cups the skin of your cheek, his thumb pressing softly against your mouth and silencing you. He says nothing; you wait, swallowing in anticipation. The digit glides slowly along the seam of your lips before pushing slightly between. You don't mind the intrusion, instead finding the taste of his skin intoxicating as you run the tip of your tongue over him. Pupils flit from your own to where his thumb rests. Zemo sighs. Feeling the fire within your core ignite you decide to take initiative, giving a gentle nip before sucking delicately on the pad of his thumb.

There is no mistaking the way his eyes blacken. The softness in his tone doesn’t match the formidability of his presence as he whispers “My Leibling…”

Zemo’s body presses yours further into the wall with such force it tears a gasp from you; his lips and tongue ravage yours with such a ferocity unlike anything you’ve known. Hands clutch at your jaw like vices. The thought crosses your mind that perhaps his fingertips might leave bruises. Nevertheless, you can’t be damned to stop him, especially not when you feel the beginnings of his hardening cock pushing into your hip, or the wetness seeping between your legs.

Finally, when the burn in your lungs becomes too great he breaks away and instead attaches his mouth to your throat. You have no doubt he can feel the pounding of your heart where he sucks and bites at your flesh. The Baron slides a hand under the edge of your top. His fingers are hot where they dig into your soft side. A feeble attempt to maneuver your hands to remove your shirt results in a tsk from him, his own larger ones moving to rip the fabric of your nightshirt right down the middle and exposing your peaked breasts to the cool air and his hungry stare. “Fuck - Helmut, what’s- ugh-” a particularly hard pinch to your nipple breaks your concentration, “what’s gotten in to you?” The question comes out as a moan.

Instead of an answer he tugs at the waistband of your shorts. With your reassuring nod he pushes them over your wide hips and thick thighs. Not a minute later he’s pulled a leg to wrap around his hip and opens you up to the grind of his still-clothed cock. “Don’t think, Leibling, just feel,” he commands.

The material of his pants rubs a delicious friction; your juices soaking through the fabric. You can feel the inferno growing. Breathy moans fill the near-silent kitchen. “Mein Gott, Draga I can feel how wet you are. Does this excite you? To know that you are enough to drive the great Baron Zemo to such primal need? To such depravity as to not even give you the luxury of a bed, but instead to have you right here and at my mercy?” He punctuates his statement with a harsh roll of his hips.

You whine in need. The pressure between your hips grows, you need him more than you can bear to think. Quickly you move to undo the fastening of his trousers between you. He does not stop you, only slows his movements to make it easier for you to work. When his bared cock finally rubs along your soaked core you manage to whimper a pathetic please. Helmut’s grip on your leg around his hip remains firm. He uses his free arm to place each of your hands on the straps of his holster along his pectorals. You pull on the leather as if to test its strength. There is barely enough room for your wrists between you where your chests are crushed together.

Suddenly Zemo drops as he leans to wrap his free hand underneath the leg that still supports your weight; his brute strength lifts you completely before you realize what he’s doing. “Wait no- Helmut I’m too-”

“No.” Zemo snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion.

“Oh my god.” You sound pathetic as you keen at the fullness within you.

Both of his hands support you under the soft curve of your upper thighs. You tighten your legs around the small of his back on instinct. Panic surges through you despite the wonderful feel of him inside you. You aren’t small, you weigh too much, you’ll hurt him.

He jerks his shoulders minutely to bring your attention to where your fingers are wrapped around his holster straps. “Do not let go, Draga. Do you understand?”

“But-”

“Do you understand, Leibling?” he asks again, this time more demanding than you’ve ever heard.

“Yes.”

The first slam of his cock is fierce. It is precise. It is beyond any sort of pleasure you’ve ever felt, to have this man fucking you within an inch of your life as he all but cradles your body within the palm of his hand like it was your destiny to be there. Through all your sobs and cries of ecstasy he does not let up on the onslaught. Each thrust hits deep within you. His hips angle to brush your bundle of nerves with every movement. The peaks of your breasts tease and graze his sweater; probably an unfair advantage for him to be clothed and yet you at his complete mercy. You can’t fault how the sensation only heightens your euphoria. This time you know for sure his fingertips will paint your thighs with their memory for days to come; will create a masterpiece along the expanse of your skin that no Van Gogh or Picasso or Da Vinci could ever hope to produce.

Your release comes all too quickly at his attentions. Helmut doesn’t let up, nor does he seem to even break a sweat at his herculean task. At one point you swear you feel the leather straps start to give under the chokehold of your fists as he orders you to come again along his shaft, his words leaving no room for you to think otherwise.

Helmut reaches his own peak as your channel tightens around him, the growl of your name against your temple like a bolt of electricity. Hips slowing to a gentle roll, he does not pull himself from you, instead adjusting his hold under you to keep you pinned between his body and the wall. Your forehead comes to rest on his shoulder. The Baron drops sweet kisses to your temple, to your cheek, as you both come down from your high.

“Mmmm…Maybe you should put me down now? My legs are sore,” you mumble into his sweater, flexing your thigh and calf muscles where they still circle his waist.

“And if I do not want to? What then, my Leibling?” At your answering groan he hums in contentment before slowly removing himself from you, moving from the wall, and carrying you to the loveseat in the next room. Oversized boots thump with each step. The loose pants hanging from his knees slow his walk to a shuffle. He sits, situating you in his lap. Zemo looks down to see your fingers still wrapped around the holster. With a smile he says “you may let go now, Schatz. You did so well for me, such a good girl.”

It takes your digits a moment to cooperate as you untangle them from their place. “I’m not sure I can move my hands…?”

Helmut chuckles at your admission, taking your hands in each of his. He brings them to hip lips and places delicate kisses on them. Carefully he begins to massage your fingers and palms; “well, we must see to that, shouldn't we?”

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[eevee-of-rivia]

Horny Thought 2.2

Summary: The other version of my second Horny Thought

Pairing: Young Helmut Zemo x f!Dom!reader (zemo is a virgin)

Word count: 1,3k

Warning: smut (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you use it please) a bit of angst, blowjobs and handjobs. Reader Riding Zemo  That’s all I think

You were forced by your parents to participate in this gala, organized by Sokovia’s royalty because they wanted you to meet the guy who will be your future Husband. But, fortunately for you, your German best friend Monika was here too so you wouldn’t be bored for too long. You two were chatting a bit, talking about all the boys that were here and guessing who could be the guy you will have to marry when your eyes fell on a guy. He was just walking alone while watching around, a bored expression on his face. "Who is he?" you asked Monika, making her giggle. "That pouting guy is Helmut Zemo" she answered you making a confused expression appear on your face. 'Pouting?' you thought, bringing your attention back to the guy. And when you saw him you couldn’t stop yourself but giggle. Zemo was pouting like a sad puppy. 'How cute' you thought, a smirk appearing on your face. You were going to say something to your best friend when you saw Zemo looking at you, a little blush on his face. He must have noticed you looking at him. So you decided to wave your hand at him and give him a smile with a hint of mischeviuness in it, making him walk towards you.

"Hi, I saw you from afar and I thought that you were really cute," he said, making his face redden even more. You brought your hand to your mouth to cover a little giggle before raising a bit your long skirt and making a little bow. "I’m Y/N Y/L/N" you presented yourself to the guy in front of you. "Oh yeah," he stuttered a bit, remembering that you two were among royalty, before making also a bow. "I’m Helmut. Helmut Zemo" "Nice to meet you Zemo" The two of you continued talking about everything and nothing for a while until Zemo asked you a specific question: "If I can ask you, why are you here? I’ve never seen you to the other galas" Your expression changed when Zemo asked you this, making you remember why you were participating in the gala. Seeing the angry expression on your face, even if you were trying to cover it, Zemo quickly tried to cheer you up. "I’m sorry! I didn’t want to upset you. Why don’t we take a walk in the garden? I know a secret passage to get there" You thought a bit about his request, pondering your options, before taking his hand with one of yours "I would love to, show me the way Zemo" you told him before urging him to take you two to the gardens. It took you a while but finally, the two of you arrived in the garden, managing not to be discovered by anyone. "I’ve never seen the stars like this," you said when you lifted your gaze to the dark sky that was upon the two of you. "They are beautiful" you continued. "You are beautiful" Zemo murmured, making you turn to look at him with a questioning expression on your face. "I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, did you said something?" you asked smiling at him. In reality, you heard what he said but you wanted to tease him a bit. He simply shook his head trying to hide the blush that crept on his cheeks. "Just tell me, Zemo," you said walking towards him and putting your hands on his chest, smirking at him. Zemo was a little startled at first, not having an idea of what you were doing. "what.." he started to ask you but was soon interrupted by your lips pressing over his. After a while you stepped back a while, admireìing the little pout and the little pout that now were on Zemo's face. "Did you like it?" you asked whispering on his lips, making him nod a bit. His mouth was dry and his head empty. He never felt like this. He wanted to kiss you again, so bad. But his thoughts were interrupted when he felt your hand resting on his growing erection. "Did my little boy get excited?" you asked smiling at him while you stroked his erection. He just nodded, trying to contain his moans, without succession. "How cute," you said dropping to your knees and starting to undoing his pants. "Here, let me take care of you" you continued while bringing his pants and boxer down. You took a while to admire his erection, and his confused but curious expression, before taking with one hand his cock and starting to stroke it. You continued like this for a while, pleased by Zemo's little moans, before starting to suck on the tip. You continued for a while, taking more and more of his cock until you arrived to feel his tip down your throat making him almost cum. It was at that moment that you stopped, making him cry a bit. "No please, I was" he tried to say to you before you interrupted him. "I know Helmut, but don't worry I have another surprise for you, something better than my mouth" you said while you were getting yourself up. "Take off your pants and lay down, trust me" you demanded him. A pleasured smirk appeared on your face when you saw him obeying you, even after a few seconds of insecurity. "Good boy" you praised him, making him stutter and blush hard. "T-Thank you" You waited for him to be comfortably laying down before straddling his thighs and putting aside your panties. "I'm gonna make you feel really good, is that ok with you?" you asked, waiting for him to answer. He just nodded, looking at you with his eyes filled with lust. You didn't make him wait another second before deciding to ride him. It hasn't passed so much time before you felt Zemo throbbing inside you. "a-are you close?" you asked him between yours and his moans. He just nodded, too lost in the pleasure of the moment. "me too" you answered him before taking a hand to your clit, starting to stroke it. It didn't take too long before you reached your high, milking Zemo's cock. And soon, after that, you felt Zemo cumming too. You took a moment to calm yourself down before standing up, helping Zemo to came back to his feet too. "Was I your first time?" you asked when you saw the little embarrassed expression on his face. You already had your suspicion but you had the confirm only when Zemo murmured a little "yes" "You were amazing, don't worry" you reassured him kissing his cheek. "But now I need to go, my parents are probably searching for me. I hope to see you soon" and after finishing the sentence you ran back to the gala leaving Zemo alone with his thoughts. He'll probably never see her again. When they were going to the garden he heard some people talking about her and about the fact that tonight she will meet her future husband.

It took a while to Zemo to decide to go back to the gala, searching for his parents, trying to hide the sad expression on his face. He really liked you and he hoped to get to know you better. It took him a while to find them, they were talking with an old couple. He slowly approached them, stopping himself when he was just right beside them. His mother was the first to notice that he was back, smiling softly at him. "Helmutyou are back just in time to meet Y/N. She will be your future wife" Zemo was shocked to hear your name and to know that he will be your future husband. At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke and that his parents married him to a girl with the same name as the girl he fell in love with. It was only when your parents called your name, and when he saw you walking slowly towards him, that a smile appeared on his face. Maybe, after all, those galas weren't so bad.

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[weasleywinchester]

The Way You Look Tonight - Chapter 2

Mr. Sandman

Chapter 1

Bucky Barnes X female reader

Allllrightttyyy fam, we're back with chapter 2! Which is pretty much as far as I've gotten with this day dream fic. This takes place ep.3/4 of TFATWS and this chapter starts immediately where the last chapter ends. ALSO we get a little hot steamy flash back scene y'all

Warnings: Nervous/ Angry/ Sexy Bucky, Zemo being sweet and sexy, Smut (because I have no self control) which includes: nipple play, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (always use protection you AND your partner have consented to), P in V sex, fingering, and random hook-up with a stranger (again, be careful irl).

Series Summary:

You’re obsessed with anything superhero (I mean all the best people are right?) Stark Industries, what better job could you ever have? And then becoming friends with the Avengers? Hot Damn, how was this your life? What you expected was to silently crush on one all of them until you died; what you got was an unexpected romance with one James Buchanan Barnes.

Chapter Summary:

Bucky and you, you and Bucky... it's how it should be, just ask Sam. But with the Assistant Director of the Department of Defense AND John Walker thinking they can outsmart you when it comes to your boys, they are mistaken. You'll do whatever it takes to help your friends make a better world, but will a silly one night stand break Bucky's trust in you?

“Not how I saw this trip going.” You muse out loud. You, Sam and Bucky are walking along the street, to nowhere in particular for the moment.

“Isn’t this how every trip goes?” Sam chuckles. You nod in agreement, your knuckles grazing with Bucky’s as you walk by his side. You’re not sure where you stand, but the fact you can’t freely lace your fingers through his kills you a little bit.

“We should probably get home. Figure out our next move.” Sam says over his shoulder. You nod, not hearing what he actually said.

“We should… we should talk.” Bucky says quietly, taking your hand in his.

“Ok.” You smile, your heart leaping at his touch.

Sam smiles too, glad Bucky wants to talk to you, and that you haven’t killed either of them.

“Sam, call this number. Tell Assistant Director Spencer we need a ride, and I need to talk to him.” He takes the phone and walks a head again, putting a little distance between him and the pair of you. You stay quiet, walking in comfortable silence with Bucky until Sam starts talking on the phone.

“Has it helped? The therapy?” You start, sneaking a glance at him.

He contemplates it; it wasn’t that he had a choice to go or not. It was the only way the world could move on from the Winter Soldier, the only way he could be forgiven. Helping the people he hurt did ease the pressure a little, let the world stop looking at him like an animal. But that wasn’t the hard part; the idea of forgiving himself… that he wasn’t ready for.

“Ya.” is all he’s able to give you, his hand gently squeezing yours.

“Good.” You squeeze back.

“Was there someone...” He grasps for the courage to finish asking, although he’s not sure he wants the answer.

“Pepper managed to shove me into a Stark Industries single mixer once. He flirted, I even let him kiss me. But he wasn’t you.” You confess. Bucky nods, glad Pepper succeeded at least once.

“Anyone for you?”

“A person on my list insisted I go out. She was nice but...” He stops walking, spinning you to face him. “(Y/N). I’m not a good man,” He holds up a hand to stop your protest. “Yet. There’s just a big mess up here, and you and Shuri and the Dora Milaje helped with the biggest knot in the string. And now I gotta do the rest of them.”

“And I will be there when you need me.” You smile, taking his other hand in yours.

“I can’t ask that of you.” He states, his eyes searching yours. He wants to ask that of you, to beg you to stay by his side; but he wants to offer you an easy way out too.

“You don’t have to.” You put his hands on your waist, and bring your own to rest on his strong chest. “You weren’t, and never will be, a burden or a charity case Bucky. I’m with you to the end of the line.” you whisper.

You’ve been telling him that since you met, the same amount of love in your eyes, the same kindness in your smile. The only difference now is that he can gently put his lips to yours.

“Oh thank the Lord above!” Sam shouts from the street corner, his hands wide to the sky as he dances around.

“Guess we’ll always have one person cheering for us.” You laugh against Bucky’s lips. You steal one more kiss before turning around and running to Sam with your arms raised in victory.

_______

“Miss (Y/L/N), very nice to see you again.” Assistant Director Spencer smiles, taking a big gulp of his coffee.

“Is it?” You ask, walking around him and sitting in his big fancy office chair. You glance at the clock, it says it’s 4:30 am. You made good time on your flight back.

“Guess that depends on whose story I believe.” He turns around and sits in the chair across from you. “Captain America wasn’t pleased with the results of the mission.”

“Are you alluding to the fact that Sam Wilson and James Barnes have decided against working for the government? Because that shouldn’t surprise anyone.” You grin.

“He says that it was because your intentions for the mission were, misleading.” He takes another sip of coffee. You raise your eyebrows at him, he may like Walker but he’s not a fool. “I enjoyed the chat with Mr. Wilson. Too bad he didn’t want to share more.”

You hum in agreement. You know that there’s a very good chance Dr. Raynor called and asked why Bucky’s therapy was being paused, especially since he and Sam did a session together. And then there’s you, a lover, you bet she can’t wait to help him unpack all that emotional baggage.

“(Y/N), is it alright I call you (Y/N)? The U.S. Government sent you with Captain America to find information.”

“Why was I dragged into this office for a mission and not when anyone found out Bucky came back from The Blip.” You interrupt. He blinks a few times, draining the last of his coffee and setting the cup on the desk.

“We figured it would be easier coming from your friends. We also figured you would have been at Tony Stark’s funeral-”

“I was! Us being in the same vicinity a handful of times doesn’t replace official government notice.” You slam your fist down on the desk. He takes a deep breath, leaning his elbows on the table to match your position.

“You’re the fail safe. With Barnes, and Rodgers for that matter. But you don’t work for the government. And from your pro Captain America Stance, didn’t seem like you ever wanted to. So, we get you on this mission, get your name stamped next to Barnes’s, and boom, a contract from the government that you eagerly agreed to.”

“Didn’t give you much information though.”

“It gave enough. Simple proof that Captain America needs clearance to solve the problem before unauthorized avengers do.” He leans back in his chair, like a man who just outsmarted his opponent. You nod, getting up from the chair and walking to the door.

“A warning Assistant Director.” You look over your shoulder, but he doesn’t move. “John Walker has a lot of decisions to make, and I don’t think he’ll make the right ones. Maybe I’ll be wrong.”

_______

“It's kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo grins, elated at the potential of seeing the Winter Soldier in action again.

Bucky stands, walking to the back of the plane and locking himself in the bathroom. Before he has the chance to think, your voice is coming through his phone.

“Hey, how’s the job?” You ask. Your voice is like a beacon, letting his mind come back to a place of peace. He imagines you’re sitting at your desk, probably reorganizing it for the third time this week. He can hear you open and close drawers, shuffle papers.

“I have to… to be it again.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“To be...”

“The Winter Soldier.” He swallows the lump in his throat. He’s gotten so used to stuffing everything down, but he can’t slip back into that.

“Am I allowed to know why?” You ask, voice unwavering in the face of the unknown.

“Madripoor.”

Fuck. That means he and Sam are scraping the bottom of the barrel. You stop the project you’re working on and start stuffing travel necessities into a back pack.

“Doll, you still there?” He’s heart begins to race. What if this is where-

“Stay vigilant. You can’t afford to miss a single detail; or give one away. Don’t let yourself fall back on anything. Think about it for what it is: an act of how you were a long time ago. Something that starts and ends within twenty four hours.” You say gently, trying to keep any panic out of your voice.

He nods, you’re right. He’s pretending. A role that he knows inside and out, but at the end of the day, one he can leave behind.

“How are you even getting to Madripoor?” You pause the packing, it’s not like any of you have a private plan.

“Zemo.” Bucky reluctantly answers.

“Isn’t he in jail?”

“He was...”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. Don’t be angry, he… knows what he’s doing? And Sam is there, so it’ll be fine.

“(Y/N)?”

“Be careful. And think ahead please. Last thing I want is to have to fight to get your body back to the States.”

“Will do.” He smiles.

“I love you.” You sigh as he hangs up.

“Love you.” he whispers into the emptiness.

_______

You quickly zip your packed bag and call a car to take you to the airport. Luckily Pepper still owns a few planes that are not Stark Industries branded. You’re making sure work is settled and ignoring all texts from John and Lemar when an “unknown number” calls. This should be fun.

“Yes?” You answer.

“Oh good, I caught you.” A woman says on the other end.

“Sharon?” You guess.

“Could always recognize voices, even if you haven’t heard them in a few years.” She laughs.

“I wasn’t even sure if you were still alive.” You comment, instantly regretting it.

“I am, and in Madripoor. I’m guessing you’re on your way?” When you don’t answer she continues. “There will be a car to pick you up. It’ll take you to my place.”

“What made you think I would come?”

“You’re always the right distance away.” She answers, hanging up.

The flight was fast, thanks to Tony’s private plane and the long nap you took. If you had flown commercial you’d be barely leaving the states. As Sharon instructed there was a car waiting for you. What you didn’t expect was to be going to Lowtown. The car dropped you at what seemed to be a warehouse and she was waiting for you at the curb.

“Good to see you (Y/N).” She gives you a hug.

“You too. So what’s on the agenda?” You wrap an arm around her waist and she leads you inside. She gives you a brief overview of what the boys got up to earlier.

“So enjoy the party, maybe you’ll meet Zemo.” She says through the bathroom door.

“Sharon, this is the least amount of dress I’ve ever worn.” You look at yourself in the mirror. She handed you a dress, heels and heat rollers as soon as you stepped foot into her place.

“Well you have to blend in...” She smirks from the doorway. She chose a very short, silk flared dress that if you even had the thought to lean forward your ass would be out. The color could only be described as Captain America blue, both yours and Bucky’s favorite. The straps were as thin as angel hair pasta, so no bra. But damn did you look hot as fuck.

“Do you want these?” She holds out two nipple pasties for you.

“I have the smallest pair of underwear on, so might as well let my nipples enjoy the silk.” You laugh, taking the rollers out of your hair. “How did you even find this? I can never even find anything half as sexy for my size in the States.”

“Madripoor offers a lot of things from a lot of places.” She fixes your straps, smiling at you in the mirror. “The boys are downstairs.” She gestures for you to follow her.

The music is so loud you can’t hear yourself think. A few people turn to you, eyes devouring your body as you worm your way through the crowd. Your eyes instantly snap to his broad shoulders covered by his signature leather jacket. You shove his shoulder so he spins to face you.

“Well don’t you look good enough to eat.” You growl, grabbing a fist full of his black shirt to pull him down to your level, which in these heels isn’t as far as normal. He frowns at the intrusion until he realizes it’s you.

“Hey doll.” He smiles, his eyes traveling down to your chest, your nipples poking through the thin fabric. You hook a finger under his chin, tilting his gaze back to your face. You gesture to one of the doors at the side of the room, his smirk widening as he lets you drag him into the empty hallway.

“Talk about a party.” you giggle, turning around to face Bucky.

His eyes are hungrily traveling over every inch of your body, blood rushing out of his brain the more he tries to decide what his favorite part of the dress is.

“Did you want to talk...” You innocently suggest, looking up through your thick lashes. His eyes finally make it back to your face and he shakes his head no, stalking toward you, flinging his gloves off as he reaches for your hips, roughly walking you into a little alcove in the corner.

His lips find yours in a searing kiss that makes you dizzy with the sudden flood of adrenaline. He slides his hands down your ass, kneading it until you softly moan against his mouth, his tongue quickly finding yours to tangle with.

You release your grasp from his shoulders, sliding your hand between your bodies to palm him through his jeans. His mouth falls away from yours, his forehead resting in the curve of your neck as he lets out a desperate groan, grinding into your touch. His lips reach for any patch of skin, sucking and licking and biting until he feels your body tremble against his.

“Missed this, missed us.” He moans, bending his knees to gently lift you, guiding your legs to grip around his waist.

“Buck- “

He pushes himself flush against you, one of your straps falling off your shoulder. He resist the urge to roll his hips into you, opting to hike you up a bit further so your tits sit right at face level. Gently taking the edge of your dress between his teeth, moving it to reveal your hardened bud and eagerly taking it into his mouth, sucking and licking just the way you like. You moan to the ceiling, fingers threading into Bucky’s hair in an attempt to hold for dear life.

“Other side darlin’” he whispers against your sternum. You quickly shimmy the strap off your shoulder, very thankful you passed on the pasties.

“Bucky, need you.” you moan, your hips rocking against his abs. You need friction, and you need it now. He reluctantly lets your nipple go, letting you settle back to his hips. He rolls against you, the strain in his jeans almost unbearable as you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

“Baby… please.” He begs, holding you far enough away that you can reach down and release him. You hand grips his length, automatically sliding back and forth. He almost drops you at the sensation, he’s played memories like this over and over in his head, but damn.

His fingers move off your ass, searching for your underwear but all he can find is a string.

“Rip them.” you whine. And with one swift movement you feel the strings of your thong break and his length slide right into you. You both moan as Bucky readjusts his grip.

“Please” you breathe, and that’s all he needs to build his pace. And it feels like everything is on fire, all so overwhelming, the squelching noise coming from your soaked pussy, the way his fingers dig into your thighs, the way your pretty tits bounce as he pounds you into the wall.

And then your thighs push him hard against you, and he looks up to see your blissed out face as you pulse around him. Your mouth open in pure ecstasy as he finishes inside you. His head comes to rest in the crook of your neck, watching you chest fall and rise as you come down from your high.

He feels your legs go slack, knowing you're ready to be put down. He gives each nipple a kiss before gently pulling out of you, and slowly putting your legs down.

You lean against the wall, eyes still closed and breathing almost back to normal. He burns this image of you into his mind; blissed out, tits out and a slow dribble of your shared cum on your inner thighs. You take a breath in, tucking your boobs back into your dress and reaching for the bandanna Bucky keeps in his pocket. You gently wipe him clean, tuck him back into his jeans and then clean yourself off.

“A memento.” You tuck the bandana in his back pocket as he retrieves his gloves from the floor.

“Don’t worry, that memory will be put in the rotation with the others.” He smirks, giving you a quick kiss.

“So how did the meeting go?” You ask.

“Not how we planned. But we did manage to find out where the lab is. So we’ll be dealing with that tomorrow.” He cups your chin, his fingers lightly skimming over your perfectly swollen lips.

“Do you want me to stay.” You whisper, your hands wrapping around his waist.

“Always. But I think you should go ahead of us. I’ll have Zemo give me an address. We’ll meet you there.”

“We could just take the same plane.” You shake your head.

“If it were up to me you would never meet Zemo.”

_______

The Smithsonian, Washington D.C.

10 Years ago

“Welcome to the newest exhibit at the world famous Smithsonian! We hope you enjoy learning about the War Hero Group: The Howling Commandos! Don’t forget to...”

You smile at the announcement you’ve heard a hundred times already. You’ve spent every day in this exhibit; reading every plaque, watching every film reel and talking to every tour guide. You had managed to win a ticket to the opening gala, and the press week that came before it. Most of the people you talked to were fans of Cap, but not necessarily the history that came before or after him. After talking about the newspaper comics for hours on end you decided to just stop talking to people; it was always the same conversations, the same points of view.

You had decided to do something you hadn’t done in ages: draw. Here in the exhibit you felt so inspired seeing uniforms, old vehicles and the world's largest collection of Project Rebirth information. You enjoyed drawing everyone from this exhibit, but James Buchanan Barnes always captured your attention. You always admired the strength he had to keep fighting, even after he had been tortured by Hydra.

You had been sitting in one of the theater rooms that showed news reels for the last hour, always waiting for the one that showed Bucky and Steve smiling. As it appeared your pencil would move as quickly as possible to catch a new set of details. And when it was over you let your mind wander, and your eyes unfocus.

“It’s a beautiful drawing.” A voice behind you compliments, making you jump, your pencil clinking to the floor.

“My apologies, let me get that for you.” He kneels to grab the pencil, holding it out for you, a small smile on his face; his brown eyes twinkling even in the dark.

“Thanks. Most of the time no one notices.” You laugh. He chuckles, his accent present even in his laugh.

“I notice a lot. May I join you?” He gestures to the seat next to you. You nod, moving you bag to the other side of you.

“Fan of Mr. Barnes?” He nods to your drawing.

“Ya. He and Steve are very interesting. Although I think I know everything about them already.” You laugh.

“Is that so?” the stranger smiles, putting his arm along the back of your seat and turning his body to fully face you. You shrug, smiling back. “Maybe we could chat over dinner?”

“I don’t even know your name.” You laugh.

“Helmut.” He holds his hand out to you.

“(Y/N).” You place your hand in his.

_______

“Waiter, a bottle of your finest...” Helmut turns to you.

“Champagne?” You shrug. Helmet whispers something to the waiter, who bows and scurries to retrieve the bottle. “I can’t afford the finest anything, Helmut. I literally won my ticket into this event.” you add.

“I certainly can. My treat for the intriguing conversation.” He grins, his eyes gently raking over your body. You try not to squirm, it’s not that he in particular is looking at you, but just the fact that he’s looking. Normally men don’t react to you like he is.

You go to tell him you’ve enjoyed the night when the waiter comes over with two glasses and a bottle of Sokovian Bubbly.

“To you Princezná. A woman of many talents.” He holds his glass out to you, waiting for you to clink his; but you can’t move. No romantic partner has called you by anything other than your name.

He watches you for a brief moment, your reaction to the pet name adorable. You’re so young and kind, he can’t afford to remember your name, for your own safety. He shakes the thoughts, gently clinking his glass to yours.

“Thank you.” You smile, downing the whole glass, the bubbles oddly calming your nerves. He downs his, refilling both your glasses.

And the night doesn’t seem to end. You talk through every detail the other knows about Project Rebirth, deep diving into things that don’t line up, celebrating when the stories are the same. He even asks you to dance, sweeping you around the floor like a professional (which is impressive because you’re not a trained dancer in any way and you’re tipsy.) After much dancing and another bottle of bubbly, he offers to let you freshen up in his hotel suite above the restaurant.

“After you.” He gestures as the doors to a private elevator open. He pushes the button for the penthouse, coming to stand by you.

“I had a wonderful time.” You smile, your eyes lazily focusing on his face.

“As did I.” He turns to you, one hand gripping the rail behind you, the other finding purchase on your waist. Your makeup has smudged a little, but your eyes still sparkle with joy, your perfume making him drunk with lust. Your heart flutters as his lips hover over yours, your left hand gripping his bicep to bring him closer. When his lips meld against yours a warmth shoots through you, making you desperate for more.

He gently pulls at your bottom lip, eliciting the perfect little gasp that grants him entrance to your mouth. It feels like the air has been stolen from your lungs, and if you died from this kiss you would be ok with that. He guides your leg to settle around his waist, gently pushing your gown up your thigh. And when he gently rolls his hips into you, you break the kiss, desperate to fill your lungs with air. His lips move the column of your neck, sucking, licking and biting until a deep moan pushes its way up your throat.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He whispers, stopping his actions until you give him a breathy yes. He returns to his ministrations with his mouth, and then you feel one of his nimble fingers run along the edge of your underwear. You instinctively roll your hips, your pussy fitting perfectly into the palm of his hand.

He chuckles at your neediness, letting out a low growl against your neck as he drags a finger through your dripping cunt; all he’s done is kiss you and you’re ready to fall apart. He gently toys with your clit, trying different patterns until he finds the one that makes your nails dig into his shoulders. He smiles against your skin now damp from the rising temperature of the elevator. He moves his finger from your clit, gently shushing you when you let out a small whine.

“Patience Princezná.” He whispers, pushing one long finger inside you, quickly followed by another. He bends and curls and presses along your walls, reaching a new spot that makes you almost collapse. He keeps a steady pace concentrated there, his thumb coming up to play with your clit and his mouth sliding against yours.

It’s all too much, you feel like you’re on fire or that you’re going to explode to pieces. A wave of heat pulses from your center, your ears ringing with the intense rush. Helmut watches that pretty little mouth of yours fall open, a silent scream as you pulse around his fingers.

The elevator dings, finally arriving at his room. He slowly pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean so he can guide you inside without staining your dress.

You quickly fix your makeup, staring at the reflection of the girl in the mirror. She’s strong, sexy and there’s a look of mischief in her eye. For a moment you forget it’s you.

“Helmut?” You call from the bathroom. You click down the hall, peering into the dark sitting room, listening for any sound.

“Here Princezná.” He walks out from the kitchen, two glasses of water in hand. He watches you take the glass, gulping it down in one swig. You are beautiful. But after everything last year… you’re only a distraction. You could never hold his heart, it died with his family.

“Princezná,” He whispers, gently picking up your hand. His eyes search your face, but no words come out. But you understand, this was a moment of passion.

“May we meet again.” You smile. He nods, pecking you on the cheek and sending you back down the elevator.

_______

Riga, Latvia

Present Day

“Helmut?” You frown as a familiar blonde man walks in with Sam and Bucky.

“Princezná” He smiles, striding over to you, immediately kissing your cheek.

“What are you doing here?” You smile at him, cupping his face in your hands. He looks exactly the same as the last time you saw him, that mischievous sparkle still in his eye as he smiles.

You turn to your friends, wondering how they could all know each other. The look on Bucky’s face is enough to immediately wipe the smile off yours. He looks appalled that you have any connection with Helmut. You glance at Sam, silently asking what’s Bucky’s problem but his eyebrows have seemed to have flown off his face.

“What?” You ask, stepping out of Helmut’s grip. The silence hangs between the four of you. You can practically hear the dialup noises coming out of Bucky’s ears, surprised he hasn’t lashed out. Helmut on the other hand wraps his arm around your waist, leaning his head against yours.

“Almost as fun as the last time we met Princezná.” He whispers in your ear.

“You know Zemo?” Bucky shouts, his fist clenching as tight as they go.

“Oh, very well.” Zemo mumbles into your hair, his silky voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“Zemo? Like...” You try to focus as he gently presses each finger into your side, a wave of goosebumps spreading over your skin.

“Hydra obsessed, used me as the Winter soldier, Zemo? Ya that guy.” Bucky growls, flexing his jaw.

“Princezná, am I your dirty little secret?” Helmut grins, his nose gently tracing your neck and eyes dancing with mischief as he looks over at Bucky.

“Can I talk to you?” Bucky glares, doing his best to ignore Zemo.

“Whiskey, on the rocks Helmut, make it a double.” You whisper as you follow Bucky into one of the bedrooms.

“What the hell?” He pins you to the door, clicking it shut. You glare at his arms, and then at him. He realizes he’s jumping all over you, boxing you in; and you hate that. It was one of the very few things you asked him not to do. He closes his eyes, inhales and takes a step back. You wait to see if he says anything. But he just threads his hands into his hair, taking another deep breath.

“I didn’t know who he was when we met.” You begin. He huffs in disbelief, shaking his head. “It was before I even met you!” You throw your hands in the air.

“Did you sleep with him?” Bucky demands. You two may not have been together but he doesn’t understand how you could be tricked by fuckin Zemo.

“No… well...” You mumble. Bucky rolls his eyes, turning in a circle. “I never even got his last name! Hell Bucky, we talked about you. It was so nice to talk with someone that had almost the same amount of knowledge about Project Rebirth and I knew things he didn’t, he knew things I didn’t” You can feel yourself sinking lower into the hole you are digging for yourself, might as well bury your own body. “He flirted, I flirted. He asked me to dinner, and then drinks…”

Bucky turns enough that you can see his profile, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he mulls over this information. Why couldn’t you have picked a different Avenger to obsess over? Why did it have to be Steve? And subsequently him? She helped the Dora Milaje, without her you wouldn’t believe that you could ever be a decent man, let alone a good one. He repeats in his head. But Zemo? Out of all people. He finally turns to face you, he understands Zemo’s attraction to you, anyone who says different is just a damn fool.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You grit through your teeth.

“Like what?” He shrugs.

“Like I’m an idiot.” Now it’s your turn to clench your fists. He scoffs, shaking his head. “I’m not exactly the girl who gets attention from handsome men on a regular basis. I liked the attention. I liked being desired. I liked that we talked all night. I will not apologize for liking the way he made me feel, for letting myself act on a whim.” You cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the door.

He just stares, dumbfounded. He doesn’t blame you for wanting those things, just being dumb enough to not see you already have them. You turn heads with your confidence, the way you take control of a room, the way you ask questions that everyone else is too scared to, the way you jump into action when people need you. Guys just know to keep it to themselves because they would get their ass kicked otherwise.

“Does he still make you feel that way?” Bucky whispers. He looks up at you, your shoulders slumping as you stride over to him.

“Bucky, it was one evening several years ago. It was a little bit of fun, no feelings. The only person I’m in love with is you.” You place your hands on his chest. Bucky holds your whole heart, and you know that scares him sometimes, especially when his own mind was used against him for so long.

He gently engulfs your hands in his own, leaning his forehead against yours. You are the most beautiful woman to walk the planet and for some strange reason you chose him. You’ve seen him through a lot, seen him at his lowest, and yet, you stand by him. You’re his north star, the pair of eyes he could quickly pick out in any crowd, your voice better than any song, and your heart more pure than even Steve’s. He’ll always be yours, and he must remember that you’ll always be his.

_______

Sam had come up with the idea that there might be a funeral service for Donya. You would be surprised if there wasn’t; Karli seems like she would prize family and community above everything, even her mighty cause.

You had found out where the local displacement center was, showing Zemo on the map. He had recognized it, taking the three of you there.

“Shame what's become of this place. When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties. I knew nothing of the politics of the time, of course, but I remember it being beautiful.” Zemo comments, looking around the old buildings. Most look like they had been stripped of their beauty; jewels missing out of statues, walls graffitied, and windows broken.

“I'm gonna take a look around upstairs. See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.” Sam looks between you and Bucky. You both nod, watching him jog up the stairs.

“I'll stay out of your way.” Zemo directs at Bucky, holding his hands up in surrender. Bucky frowns but doesn't say anything.

“Princezná.” Zemo smiles, holding his arm out for you. You see Bucky stiffen as you place your hand on Zemo’s elbow, but if you want to learn more about this man you have to play the part he expects.

“The Winter Soldier doesn’t seem any less angry about us.” Zemo comments, walking you towards the group of kids playing in the courtyard.

“He’s not angry about us, just about you.” You say through your teeth as you smile at one of the smaller kids. Zemo matches your smile, taking a deep breath in as you pass under the stone archway.

“♪ Baa, Baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full; One for my master, one for the dame; One for the little girl who lives down the lane.♪” he kneels, throwing a bag of candy on the table in front of the kids. “Turkish delight. It was always my son's favorite.” He comments.

Your breath catches in your throat; you didn’t know Zemo had a son. You figured he lost a lover after your night together went no further than the elevator, but to lose your whole family…

“My old friend, Donya, passed away. Did you know her?” He asks one of the older girls.

“Yes.” She nods, her eyes flicking from the candy to his face.

“I would like to pay my last respects. Do you know where her funeral will be?” He holds a candy out to her, giving her a kind smile. She nods, and whispers in his ear. He whispers back, gesturing to Bucky and Sam as he tells her something. You turn to look at them, Bucky’s classic scowl clear even from across the courtyard.

“But this lovely woman here, she can always be trusted.” He kisses your hand, winking at the kids. They giggle as they dig into the bag of candy. He places your hand back in the crook of his arm, walking you over to Bucky.

“Cute kids.” He smiles, walking in between Bucky and Sam.

You share a look with Bucky, thankful he understood and relaxed his shoulders a fraction. You four walk in silence, the crunch of gravel mixing with the distant noises of people living their lives.

“Princezná …” Zemo whispers, surprised by your silence this whole trip.

“Were you trying to forget the pain, or at least numb it for the night.” You state. He takes a deep breath in, conflicted just as before.

“I let the grief consume me." He begins, he has nothing left anyways, "And then I met you. You pulled my focus back to my mission. A silly American girl gave me more information about the Winter Soldier than any scholar. You deserved to be rewarded.”

You roll your eyes, who would have thought Steve and Bucky would be getting you in trouble before you even met them.

“I’m sorry for the loss of your family. And your country.” You stop walking, bringing his face to look at you. He nods, his eyes not quite meeting yours. "But you choose this path, and it's one I can't bring you back from."

"Princezná." He gives you a small smile as Bucky and Sam catch up to you. He nods to Bucky, removing your hand from his shoulder and walking a head of you.

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Undercover

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3271 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Bucky finally admitting how much he loves the reader, after seeing her with Zemo

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You hated it.

The idea that the three of you had to play dress up just to avoid murder in Madripoor seemed arbitrary to you but you understood that you didn’t really get to make that call.

As much as you despised it, he knew this place far better than you, Buck, or Sam did.  At least in this place, you had to play his game.

Which was how you’d managed to get yourself into this predicament in the first place.

“I’ll kill you”

The empty threat fell from your lips again and again as you looked between an overly enthused Zemo, who was holding out a dress to you on a hanger, and Bucky, his jaw tight as he tried to figure out how serious you were.

Right now, you needed him, you all did and as gladly as Bucky would have let you choke the life out of him, they had to find Karli first.

“We all have our roles to play, liebchen, this is yours” the Sokovian hummed back, not at all fazed by the glare you were giving him. In fact, if you had to guess, you would say that he was getting quite a kick out of this.

He thought it was funny.

“I’m gonna kill him” you groaned again, this time addressing your words to Sam, as you snatched the dress from the male in front of you.

This was ridiculous.

Zemo’s plan was a simple one, all things considered. The three of you had to play your parts if you were going to walk among the criminals and lowlifes that called Madripoor their home.

Sam was playing Smiling Tiger, some African gangster, who even you had to admit looked a lot like him. Bucky was playing himself, or more accurately, the man Hydra turned him into.

By all accounts, your job was easy.

Zemo suggested that it would be best if you got all dressed up, and played the part of a woman in his company. Considering the standing he had in this place, it wouldn’t raise any red flags for him to have you on his arm.

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

Not really.

If Bucky could play the Winter Soldier after all this time, there was no reason you couldn’t put on a dress and some heels, it just didn’t feel right.

You were accomplished in the field of international intelligence, and in a few moments, he’d managed to strip that all away.

In this place, all you were good for was your body.

A body that you hadn’t exactly made a habit of showing off.

You had worked tirelessly to do what had to be done, and even more so to be respected. That meant being seen as a weapon and an asset far more often than you needed to be seen as a woman.

It just didn’t serve you well, most of the time.

Though, even you had to admit that as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you were shocked. 

You had spent so much time in tactical gear and bullet proof vests, you forgot you had curves like this.

...and you weren’t the only one.

You were almost sure that when you came back into the room that all three men nearly swallowed their tongues.

“Can somebody zip me up?” you asked, your skin hot as you tried to go about this in the most professional way that you could. This was a mission after all, and you had to take it just as seriously.

It didn't matter that it felt like one big embarrassing dream.

You couldn’t have zipped it yourself if you tried, and you had, it was far too tight for that.

You knew that you were almost completely covered as you held the fabric tight to your chest, but it just felt too intimate to be doing this with friends you’d known for so many years.

...and Zemo.

Who took it upon himself to step up to the plate, his fingers fiddling with the zipper with the dexterity and ease of a man who had done, or undone, this a thousand times.

You nodded to him with as much gratitude as you could bear to show him given the circumstances, then turned around to face the three of them fully, once the male at your back had finished.

It was a nice dress.

As vile as you thought Zemo was, he certainly knew how to pick out something you would be comfortable in. 

Well, as comfortable as you could be, given the fact that the dress fell just under your butt, and barely reached the middle of your thigh.

Not to mention the fact that it was tight.

Really tight, to the point where you were sure that if you were to so much as bend down to slide on your heel, you feared that the zipper may actually pop.

“Well, what do we think?” you questioned, trying to get anyone to say anything.

After all the fuss they’d caused trying to get you into this thing, you would have thought there would be more feedback to be had.

Somebody had to say something.

The more time you spent standing here, under each of their unique gazes, the more you wanted to put your clothes back on and stay here. There was no real reason for you to be involved.

Or, at least, that was what you kept trying to convince yourself.

In reality, you knew that if you tried to stay, these three would either get themselves killed or kill each other, and neither of those things was going to help you find Karli or the Flags Smashers.

They needed you, and right now, they needed you in this stupid dress.

“It fits you well, I knew it would” the Baron spoke first, a small smirk on his face in an I-told-you-so sort of way that made you roll your eyes, but he wasn’t wrong.

As tight as it was, it made your body look incredible.

“For once, I agree with Zemo, it’s a nice dress” Sam allowed, not even bothering to not stare a little at your body, one that he had never really had the privilege of seeing like this in all the time you two had known one another.

You looked good.

Even you had to admit that you looked incredible, even though the idea of this dress made you super uncomfortable to begin with.

You nodded, considering their words for a moment before your focus shifted to Bucky, who had yet to say anything yet. Of course, that wasn’t because there wasn’t something to say, it was just because he couldn't find the words.

This was quite the change from how he was used to seeing you.

“It’s good, it should work” Bucky tried eventually, clearing his throat in a desperate attempt to cover up the fact that he too had been staring, before turning away from you completely.

Normally, you would have been increasingly more uncomfortable with the looks you were getting, but you were sure this was only the tip of the iceberg for the looks you were going to be getting tonight.

It would likely just be better if you let yourself live in the fantasy for a while.

After all, this wasn’t the first time you’d ever been undercover and it always went the same way. All you had to do was do as you were told for a while, until the mission was complete and then you could take this off.

It wouldn’t kill you.

“Alright, let's get this over with” you decided, taking one more deep breath before heading toward the door, not missing the way their eyes followed you again.

This was going to be a long night.

“You’re sure this is going to work?” you hummed, your quick strides keeping up with the men by your side with no problem, though the heels you were wearing were proving to be more challenging than you’d originally considered.

Zemo shrugged, something that he intended to relax you, not that it served that purpose.

Clearly, he didn’t understand what you were asking, because surely if he had, he would have done something else in the way of reassuring you that you weren’t walking into some death trap.

Thankfully, Bucky stepped in as best he could to do just that before you could abort on the whole mission. By this point in your lives, he wouldn’t have put it past you to just put a bullet in Zemo and moved on.

You had never been one for unnecessary risk.

“Just stay close” he allowed, using that gruff, serious tone that you hadn’t heard from him in a long time. 

That wasn’t normally how Bucky spoke to you, but given the circumstances, you decided not to split hairs.

Of all the things to talk about right now, that wasn’t really the most pressing one.

This was about the mission, more than anything else.

“James is correct. As long as you stay in character, everything should be fine” Zemo decided, his words little more than a hushed whisper as the four of you approached the Brass Monkey Nightclub.

It was showtime.

If anyone in this place caught on to what you were doing, there would be nothing he could do to keep them from killing you all.

Madripoor could be dangerous, especially for people like you, doing what you were doing. If you didn’t play your roles perfectly, there was no telling what was going to happen to you.

Still, even given the circumstances, the four of you stayed relatively cool as you entered the facility, passing the threshold with a simple wave to the bouncer from Zemo.

You could do this.

Keeping up appearances was one of the things you were best at, and as long as you remembered why you were doing this, it wouldn't be a problem.

You only flattered for a moment when Zemo’s hand found the space between your two bodies in the crowd and pulled you that much closer, but instead of scolding him as you so desperately wanted to, you grinned instead.

After all, you were supposed to be the doe-eyed girl on his arm and little more. As degrading and unrealistic as it was, no one in this place was really searching for hairs to split.

If you put on a good show, they would let you pass without trouble.

So, you did your best to move through the crowd with as much ease as you could, which was actually easier than you would have thought. 

The bar was basically packed wall to wall but thankfully, you had a secret weapon.

Bucky’s presence alone seemed to keep them at a distance.

Or, as he was right now, The Winter Soldier’s presence.

“It should only be a moment, perhaps we should get a drink?” the baron offered, speaking to the three of you in as casual a voice as he could muster, the most charming grin you’d ever seen plastered on his face.

You had never seen him as anything less than completely confident in his choices, but even Zemo seemed a little shaken up right now.

There was a lot going on in the bar, and if anything went wrong, the consequences would be dire.

You couldn’t afford any slip ups.

So, it seemed that, at least for now, the best option you had was to let loose and try to just blend in with everyone else.  

“That’s a wonderful idea” you decided, shooting Bucky a glance over his shoulder, though you did your best to remain as fixated on the Baron as you could have ever been, even going so far as to rest your hand on his bicep.

You were laying it on a little thick, but given the circumstances, it couldn’t hurt.

Of course, you didn’t miss the look of distaste that flooded the other man’s face at your action, which you couldn’t have missed given how tight his jaw was but you paid him no mind.

It wouldn't make a difference.

Right now, you were playing a role and if you did it well enough, you may actually get out of here alive.

For the most part, it looked to be working.

Though the ruse you were trying to get away with wasn’t all that smooth in practice, it wasn’t flimsy either and most of the people in this bar had no idea what was going on.

...until, of course, it was all said and done.

~

Selby was dead, which wasn’t all that surprising to you, and Sharon was back, having been hiding away in Madripoor all this time, which was slightly more shocking news.

Not that you cared about that right now.

All you could think about at the moment was getting out of this stupid dress and into some pants, which Sharon was kind enough to lend you from the outrageous stockpile of stuff from her warehouse.

She really had been busy since you’d seen her last, and she’d gathered quite the collection.

A collection that included a pair of shorts and a tank top that was sure to be much more comfortable than this awful garment. Which, you were having the worst time getting off.

While getting the dress over your hips and zipped up was a task in itself, getting it off had to have been impossible.

Of course, you did your best to get out of the dress as best you could without ruining it before eventually, you gave up.

The more you struggled with the fabric, the more frustrated you got and the harder it was. 

All in all, it was one vicious cycle and no matter what you did, it felt like you were going to be trapped in this fabric prison forever.

It was really claustrophobic and it was hard to keep calm.

Thankfully, just as you began to consider trying to claw your way out of the dress like a racoon, Bucky came around the corner, nearly scaring you out of your skin.

Your obvious struggle sort of felt like it was going to go on and on, and no one was going to interrupt.

“You okay?” Bucky called, announcing himself as he came to a stop outside the door, which was only open enough for him to know you were there without seeing just how much of a bind you’d gotten yourself into.

Not that he was about to leave until you told him for sure that you were alright.

Which you certainly weren’t.

“Actually, I think I need help” you answered, hoping that he would be willing to get you out of this, even if it was a tad more intimate and close than the two of you were used to. You wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t need it.

After all, it wasn’t like you could get out of this by yourself.

Bucky did little more than hum, taking that as his permission to enter the room, only to stop when he laid eyes on you in the center of the room.

“I’m stuck” you sighed, well aware that you must have looked crazy with one arm out of the silky cage and one desperately trying to reach behind you toward the zipper.

Part of you assumed Bucky was going to laugh or leave you there to struggle on your own but once he’d had a second to take it in, he closed the door behind him.

Probably in hopes that no one else would encounter the strange sight before him.

“You did really well today” Bucky hummed, his voice filling the room with casual smalltalk as he tried to get your arm untangled from the dress, all of his focus on the task at hand.

Still, you did your best to match the casual energy he was bringing to the table, ignoring the obvious subtext within this situation that the two of you weren’t quite willing to address, though you were both feeling it.

Subtext best left that way, you thought.

“Thanks. I’ll have to admit, hanging on Zemo’s arm all night wasn’t as charming as it may have seemed” you joked, keeping your body as still as you could while Bucky worked now on the zipper at your back.

Thankfully, he was able to get it undone so you could actually get out of this thing.

Bucky smiled slightly at that, before turning away from you completely, likely heading back out to listen to Zemo and Sam bicker back and forth for the next few hours.

...but there was something you couldn’t stop thinking about.

All day long, Bucky had been looking at you strangely, like there was something he was trying to tell you but he didn’t have the words. 

Even now, you didn’t have to study him to know that there was something on his mind.

Whatever it was, you were sure it had something to do with his real reason for coming to check on you, regardless of your dress mishap.

“Hey Buck? Are you okay?” you called, partially hoping that he would tell you that he was fine so that you could move on, assuming that you’d simply overreacted.

However, when he finally turned back around again, that same look was present on his face. 

There was definitely something going on, and whatever it was, you both knew there was no use hiding it anymore.

He knew that he had to come clean.

“I don’t like the way he looked at you, or people seeing you with him” he sighed, a strange finality in his tone that put into words the feelings you had both been ignoring all this time.

Even still, you never really thought he would say it out loud.

You never thought that either of you would admit that you felt anything for the other, but clearly, your escapades today with Zemo had forced something out of Bucky that neither of you expected.

He couldn’t help it.

It was bad enough that he had to masquerade as the killer he’d been trying to distance himself from all this time, but he also had to watch Zemo lead you around like a show dog on a leash for everyone in the bar.

He hated it, and he never wanted anyone to look at you like that again.

Not that you didn’t look amazing.

Perhaps that was another part of the problem Bucky was facing. You were beautiful and Zemo did an excellent job choosing a dress that would only accentuate the beauty he already knew was there but it was for all the wrong reasons.

A dress like that was one that he would have seen you in the first time a hundred years ago before he took you on a nice dinner, after getting your parents permission to take you out for the night.

...or, at least, for something better than a lie.

You deserved to dress up like this for something worth more than a con, just like you deserved to know that no matter what happened, he would always be there to help you out of whatever uncomfortable situation you found yourself in.

Whether that be a dress or a life threatening battle.

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to take me out instead, so people can look at us like that” you countered, a soft smile on your face as you settled on the well-fitting tank top Sharon had gotten for you.

That was the only way you could think to rectify such a wrong.

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Suits, Dresses, and Heels

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4000

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, More Mentions of PTSD, Gun Violence, Slight Mentions of Drinking, Club Dancing (You’re all gonna hate me for that part, but I’m not sorry)

A/N: Here’s Part 4.2 - The Second Part to Episode 3 - as requested. This is a little more scene-by-scene, but there are some off-screen moments. I’ll be posting Part 4.3 (which will have the rest of the episode) later tonight.

There’s a bit more information on Reader, but not as much as the last chapter. Sharon comes in during this part, so you get to see her and Reader’s relationship.

Also, I have mixed feelings about Zemo at this point. Not in the story, the Reader’s not a fan as you learned previously, but for me personally, he’s surprised me a couple times by coming back and helping.

Anyways! Thank you so much for reading! This isn’t beta’d so excuse any mistakes! Check out my other parts before you read! Thank you again! Stay tuned, loves!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The dress was far too tight for your liking, and showed way too much skin. Not that you didn’t like being a tease every once in a while, but for this mission, you’d rather have more cover and movement.

You had to admit though; Zemo had nice taste. The dress fit deliciously - which made you wonder how he got your size. The color and cut was devastatingly flattering. Plus, he let you do your own makeup.

Being the only female, you were in a separate area of the jet getting ready. Once you were done, you made sure to knock, even though you’d walked in on Sam changing too many times to count while on the run and had seen Bucky answer the door in nothing but a towel. It was mainly for Zemo’s sake, just a warning that you were walking in whether or not they were ready.

“Damn, girl! You clean up nice!”

You rolled your eyes at Sam, painted lips quirking up as you studied him, shooting him a wink. “You should try a mirror, Sammy.” You turned to Bucky to find him staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at you. “What do you think, Buck?”

His mouth snapped shut and he cleared his throat, eyes exploring the dips and curves your body. “You…” He blinked once. Twice. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his intense eyes making you heat up, before he shook his head. “You look good.” He rushed out, before spinning on his heel shoving past Sam who was snickering.

“Where’s Zemo?” You noticed he wasn’t in the main area of the plane when you walked in.

“Rearranging our ride once we get there.”

You huffed, fixing your hair. “Oh God. We’re really doing this.”

“Yup.”

“Okay.” You looked down at yourself before looking up at the boys. “Something’s gonna go wrong, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely.”

“No doubt.”

Giving a slight groan at their simultaneous answers, you nodded. “Let’s try not to screw up too badly, boys, alright? I at least want to live long enough to see Peter graduate.”

Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff. “That kid’s a punk.”

“You’re a punk.” You shot back.

Bucky raised his hand. “I second that punk thing.”

“For which one?”

“Both of them.”

You chuckled as Sam gaped at Bucky, who shrugged innocently. The former assassin tilted his head in your direction to shoot you a grin and a wink, making you laugh more. Shaking your head, you go to make a joke when Zemo walked in.

“It’s time. We’re landing now.”

And just like that, the teasing atmosphere dissipated, leaving you anxious and regretful.

*******************

You walked by Bucky, arm linked with his metal one, listening as Zemo told Sam about his “character” he was to play.

“He’s a known womanizer - always has a gorgeous lady on his arm.” Zemo gestured towards you. “It’s the only way they’d let in a woman.”

“Aren’t we going to see a woman?” You questioned, gently patting Bucky’s metallic bicep when his hold on you tightened.

“Which makes it more imperative that you don’t act threatening. Women don’t make the same mistake men do; they don’t underestimate other women.”

You nodded. He had a point there. Bucky faced you, a frown on those pretty lips. “I don’t like this.” He mumbled.

“You think I do?” You whispered back. “With you being him again? Even if it’s just pretend? And need I remind you whose idea this was?”

“I know, I know. Just…” He sighed. “Promise me you won’t get hurt on purpose.”

Your forehead creased. “Why would I-?”

“To protect people. You always do. And I get it, I do. It’s why you started this in the first place, but…save yourself first, this time, okay?”

“Buck-”

“Promise me.”

It wasn’t often you could see the fear in his eyes, hear it in his voice, but you could then. Unable to do anything else you nodded, a soft, “okay” falling from your lips. He nodded back, pressing a kiss to your head, before letting you go as a car approached.

Bucky helped you in - the heels you were wearing were no joke - before sliding in himself, Sam getting in on the other side of you. “And you two can’t be…” Zemo gestured to the two of you as the car started moving, eyeing your still connected hands. “Doing that.”

“This isn’t my first theater production.” You snapped at him. “We’ll be fine.”

He raised his hands in surrender, turning back to look out the windshield. Once you arrived, you gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze, before accepting Sam’s hand to get out on his side, linking your arm with his like you were doing with Bucky earlier.

“I finally get to see one of your performances, baby.” Sam grinned at you.

You smirked back. “Best seats in the house, too, Smiling Tiger.” He groaned at your jest, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you giggled.

“This way.” Zemo cut in, jerking his head in the direction you’d be going. You took a breath, steeling yourself, before the three of you nodded at each other and followed his lead.

You found the fellas reactions amusing, their heads turning to study and scan everything they could see. You were more subtle in the way you analyzed your surroundings, feeling a bit more at home in this situation than, say, fighting super soldiers on top of semi trucks.

Your jaw tightened, as did your grip on Sam’s arm, when Zemo started speaking Russian, the four of you pushing through a crowded bar. Sam ran his fingers over your arms, giving your hand a little squeeze, silently reassuring you.

It was a bit obvious Sam hadn’t done much undercover work, put he stayed in character and you were impressed. Especially when the bartender started cutting up the snake, which you had to look away for because if there was one thing you couldn’t do…it was snakes. You nearly gagged when Sam reluctantly downed the drink. 

Bucky eyed you, lips pursed in a way you recognized as him trying to hold in a smile. That made you feel a little better, hiding your own smile by turning into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Not. Funny.” He growled through clenched teeth, lips not moving.

“Kinda is.”

He grumbled under his breath, before the two of you tuned into the conversation between Zemo and a thug that came up, learning about the apparent power broker of Madripoor, which you a bit of from your time undercover there.

Sam held you tightly when Zemo turned to Bucky, knowing what was about to happen.

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like how easily aggressive he became. You didn’t like the little smirk Zemo gave as Bucky attacked. You didn’t like the cellphones being pointed in his direction. You didn’t like it.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” You gave Zemo a warning glare, a shaky breath leaving you.

He’d been doing so well. At least, for someone who had been through what he had. Especially considering it’d only been a few months since he’d been pardoned - half a year since everyone came back. You knew bringing Zemo on board had been a bad idea, but-

A squeeze to your hand pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief as Zemo allowed Bucky to let the man he was choking go.

“Selby will see you now.”

One step down. You hoped that would be the hardest part, but you knew it most definitely wouldn’t be.

“You good?”

Bucky sniffed, giving you two a curt nod, before following Zemo. You bit your lip. “That wasn’t really an answer, was it?”

Sam shook his head. “No. No it wasn’t.”

Selby wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you’d come to expect that. You stayed on Sam’s arm, giving the guards coy smiles and playing with the fake nails you had on in faux-boredom.

When she purred at the man besides you, you and Bucky glanced at each other, with you resisting the urge to scrunch up your nose. “And who is this gorgeous creature?”

Your eyes snapped back to Selby, giving her a slightly bashful smile. “Celeste Addams. Pleasure.”

“Trust me, dear. The pleasure is all mine.” Alright, you thought as she scanned you with a smirk. She was swinging for both teams. You could work with that. “What’s the offer?” She looked back to Zemo.

Zemo gave her the offer - information about the super soldier serum for the Winter Soldier and the code words to control him. Your blood boiled as Zemo touched Bucky, fingers grabbing his chin. You swore, once this whole thing was over, you would kick Zemo’s ass. You should make a list, just to keep track of all the things he’d done, and no doubt would do, to piss you off. That way he’d know why exactly you were beating his ass.

A name came up, Dr. Wilfred Nagel, along with the knowledge that the super soldier serum was, in fact, in Madripoor. You and Sam met eyes. Second step down.

But before they could get anything else, Sam’s phone buzzed. You ducked your head, closing your eyes, mumbling “fuck” when you saw it was Sarah. Sam’s responses just made you inwardly cringe even more.

“The bank, yeah. We laundered so much mo-” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah. They’ll come around.”

Is he fucking serious? For the love of God, Sammy…

And then she called him Sam. Next thing you knew, Selby was shot and you, Bucky, and Sam were taking out a guard each, you growling at the fact that you couldn’t use your legs because the dress was too damn tight.

You had no choice but to trust Zemo’s lead, but word traveled very quickly here, and less than a minute after walking outside, you were getting shot at.

“C’mon!” Bucky grabbed your arm, pulling you besides him.

“Can you not right now?!”

“I can’t run in these heels!”

You glared at Sam, the killer six inchers on your feet feeling like hell. “Hell no! You did not just say that in front of me!”

“You started it!” You scowled at him, following Bucky into an alley, only to duck as shots rang out. Chest heaving, you looked around for the source of the bullets that killed the men chasing you.  Your “guardian angel” as Zemo put it.

She soon appeared in all her stunning, blonde badass glory. “Sharon?”

Sam quickly explained the situation, trying to get her not to shoot Zemo who she had a gun pointed at.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass,” she pointed the gun at Sam, then Bucky, “so that you could save his ass, from his ass.” And the gun was back on Zemo. She shot you a smile. “And your ass is looking beautiful as always.”

You grinned back. “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As she spoke, your lips turned down. You had tried calling her after Germany, but it always went to voicemail. First thing you did when you got back was try to get everyone pardoned, but it was a process. And then you found out about Wanda and ever since…

Sharon was your first real friend. She was only a couple years younger than you and had been one of your first partners during your time with SHIELD. And the fact that she’d been on the run for years now, even with the Blip, her family not having seen or talked to her since…that was exactly why you couldn’t take a break. She was family and you found there was nothing more important than family. But when she needed you, you were out searching for someone who didn’t want to be found.

How were you supposed to choose between two sisters? How could you cope with the fact that you chose the wrong one?

“Sharon, we need your help.” She laughed at Bucky’s statement. “Please,”

She glanced at you and you nodded. “I’d appreciate it, Share.”

She gave a sigh before nodding. “This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while.”

She turned and started walking, and you were about to follow, when you remembered something.

Spinning around, your fist connected with Zemo’s cheek, Sam and Bucky shouting in surprise while the man stumbled back. “Don’t you fucking dare touch him like that ever again, or I will break every bone in your body.” You threatened, your expression twisting into a scowl as you grab his hand and bend it awkwardly. He grunted but didn’t move, knowing one wrong turn would break his wrist. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” He ground out.

You pushed a little more, making him wince, before letting go and rounding back to Sharon, who was smirking at you. “Let’s get moving.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She jerked her head back over her shoulder to where a car was waiting, leading them over.

You quickly followed after her with Bucky on your heels and Sam dragging Zemo along. Speaking of heels, as soon as you got in the car - getting shotgun for the first time ever at Sharon’s insistence - you prodded the stupid shoes off your feet.

“Nice kicks.”

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Unless you’re trying to kick.”

“Did you rip the dress?”

“I was tempted to.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you in something more comfortable. And you’ll look just as good. Not that you wouldn’t look good in literally anything.”

You chuckled, giving her a look. “Let’s not test that theory.”

She smiled back, nodding. “Fine. I’ll let you pick something out.”

Sam huffed, crossing his arms best he could, being squished with the two other fully grown men in the back seat. “Women.”

The two of you exchanged looks, rolling your eyes at the three pouting guys. “Men.”

*****************

“I’m gonna go check on the boys. But I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, looking through her closet. No dresses. And absolutely no heels. Flats, if you had to, but you’d definitely prefer sneakers right now. You decided on shorts and an off-the-shoulder blouse, grateful for the looser clothing.

“They’re idiots.”

You laughed and looked over at the door as Sharon entered. “Yeah. I know.”

“Cute.” She commented on your outfit, sitting on her bed. “They explained the situation. Sam said if I help, he’d clear my name-”

“Sharon.” You sighed, biting your lip. “I tried. I really did. I-”

She shook her head, smiling at you reassuringly. “No, I know. It’s why I’m not mad at you. Sorry I didn’t call back. How’ve you been?”

You shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”

“Even with the whole ‘Cap is back’ thing.”

“Walker’s the government’s pet. He’s not Captain America. He’s not…”

“Steve?”

Looking up at her from the ground, you nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you miss him?”

You smirked, wagging your eyebrows at her. “Do you?”

She rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at you. “It’s kinda weird now, isn’t it?”

“Maybe a little. But I can’t blame you. Have you seen him shirtless? Good God.”

Sharon laughed, shaking her head as you joined her on the bed. “How come it’s always you getting wrapped up in these things?”

“I have no clue.” You chuckled, crossing your legs underneath you. “First I’m answering a phone call from Bucky at five in the morning and next thing I know, I’m being kicked off of semi trucks, breaking criminals out of prisons and running in six inch heels.”

“You answer Bucky’s calls at five in the morning?”

You gave her a look. “Sharon-”

“No, no. Hey. That’s cool. Some girls like bad boys, some like jocks, others like nerds. You like super soldiers from the 40’s. Everyone’s got a thing.”

A playful shove turned into a pillow fight, which turned into a sparring session, during which you pin her on her back. “You’re getting better.” You complimented, getting up.

She glared at you, taking your outstretched hand and letting you pull her up. “I guess that’s why you’re an Avenger.”

“That’s still weird to say.”

“Why? You’ve been an Avenger since, what? Ultron?”

You nodded, straightening your clothes. “Officially, anyways.”

“Right. Because you were there for the Battle of Manhattan as the secret seventh superhero.”

“Yeah…I miss it. The anonymity. I’m pretty sure I’m one half the Senators’ speed dials.”

Sharon frowned, brows pinching together. “What about the other half of the OG? Where are they?”

“Thor’s in space, Bruce is MIA - which I can’t really blame him for - and Clint’s retired with his family.”

“You think he’s gonna stay retired?”

You shrugged. “I hope he does. He’s been trying to retire for years. He deserves it. Knowing him, though…probably not.”

Sharon crossed her arms, nodding at you. “So that leaves you.”

“Yes it does.”

“Do you ever think of taking a break?”

You gave a half-sigh, half-groan, making her smirk in amusement. “It’s…come up a lot recently. I dunno. I think I’m burning out, anyways.”

“What makes you say that? I was watching you guys with Selby. You’re still one of the best I’ve ever seen.”

“I-I’ve been having…problems.”

Her eyes narrowed, her hands setting on her hips like a mother about to scold her child. “What kind of problems?”

“Just flashbacks. Of different things. It happens at random times. Certain triggers; something someone says or does, or something I smell or hear.”

“PTSD?”

“Something like that.”

“Has it affected you in the field?” Hesitating to answer was answer enough and she nodded. “Then…maybe it’s time you do start considering retiring.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “At 36? There’s no way.”

“C’mon. It’s not too late for you to settle down. Go one a few dates. Meet someone. Maybe have a couple kids-”

“Woah, woah. Slow your roll.” Your features scrunched up in incredulity. “Pump your breaks. No one said anything about marriage or kids.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying…think about it. I heard even Bucky’s been on a few dates.”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes at her, hearing the suggestive tone in her voice and seeing the eyebrow raise. “Yeah. He has. A few. I told him to. Told him it might be good for him to, I dunno, get back out there.

“Or, you could just…go out there with him.”

“Not you too! Have you been talking to Sam?”

“Is it Steve? Is that what’s stopping you? Because you know he’d just want you to be hap-” She stopped as he phone vibrated, grabbing it and reading the text. “Company’s arriving.” She pointed a finger at you. “You got very very lucky. This conversation isn’t over. I’m not dropping this.”

You bit your cheek and nodded. “Alright, mom. Can we go party now?”

She breathed out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go party.”

**********************

“Hey, gorgeous! There you are!”

You smirked at the boys as they met you near the top of the stairs, eyeing Sam and Bucky appreciatively. Damn, could Sam pull off a turtleneck. And Bucky in black and skinny jeans? Sharon sure had good taste. “Today’s the day for attractive outfits, huh, gentlemen?”

“I’ll say.” Bucky hummed, glancing at your own outfit. “You look beautiful, doll.”

“You look very dashing yourself, Barnes.” You grin, pulling at the lapels of his black blazer and fixing the collar. You smoothed your hand down the front of his shirt, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised when he caught your wrist, keeping your palm over his heart.

He clenched his jaw, taking a breath, before letting it out, almost dejectedly, and letting your hand go. “Um,” He cleared his throat, hand falling down by his side. “Did, uh, did Sharon say anything more about these friends of hers to you?”

“Nope.” You shook your head. “Just told me to enjoy the party.”

“I guess we should go enjoy the party, then.” Sam nodded towards the stairs, where the music was floating up, her guests already pouring in.

You made your way downstairs, looking around the room. Sharon sure did know how to throw one, that’s for sure.

People were pushed together, dancing to the beat of the music, drinking, with colored lights flashing every which way. Bucky’s hand found yours almost instantly, and you smiled at him. “C’mon.”

“What?” His eyes were wide as you dragged him towards the groups of people dancing. 

“Dance with me.”

He shook his head violently. “I-I can’t.”

“I thought you used to be a dancer?”

“Used to. And I was a swing-dancer. Not…” He gestured around to the people bobbing up and down, moving their bodies with each other.

You waved dismissively, pulling him closer. “All you need to do is feel the beat. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, Mr. Tough and Scary Assassin?”

He licked his lips, looking around nervously. You brought his hands to your hips, making his eyes snap back to yours, your own arms winding around his neck. You started moving rhythmically, nodding your head to the music, smiling up at him and giggling at the adorable concentration on his face.

“You, uh, you go to parties like this a lot?”

“I specialized in undercover operations, remember? I practically lived at these places for some of them.” He licked his lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. “Loosen up a little.” You laughed, catching his jaw between your fingers and making him look at you instead of the crowd surrounding him. You scratched at the scruff, speaking softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just me.”

He nodded and, slowly, a bit hesitant, started moving his body with yours, relaxing his tense muscles the longer you two danced.

“Nice hit, by the way. With Zemo earlier.”

You shrugged, turning in his arms, biting your lip when he pulled you closer, your back to his chest. “I didn’t like the way he grabbed you. It was unnecessary. I was thinking of making a list, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Your arms wound around his neck again, your head falling back to his shoulder. “Of things he’s done so far that warrant’s me beating his ass once this is done.”

He chuckled, warm breath tickling your cheek, thumbs tracing circles on the bare skin just above the waistline of your shorts. Your own fingers had found home in his hair holding his head where it was, his lips centimeters away from your ear. “Share it with Sam. I’m sure he has a few things to add.”

Your breath hitched as his metal fingers danced along your bare navel, arm tightening around your waist. “I’m sure he does…I thought you said you can’t dance.”

“I guess I just needed to warm up. I’m a bit rusty after eighty years.”

“Don’t seem that rusty to me.” You breathed out, turning your head to look at him. His tongue ran across his lips again, his eyes glancing to your own.

“Hey, guys!” The world and your situation came crashing down on you, the music you didn’t realize you’d been tuning out, along with the crowd’s boisterous laughter and cheers, rushed back to yours ears. The little bubble with just you and Bucky shattered. You both stepped away from each other; you cleared your throat and pushed down the heat that had nothing to do with the hundred bodies in the one room, while Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears red with no help from the colored lights. Both of you were panting lightly, avoiding eye contact with the other three staring knowingly at you. Sharon nodded her head, gesturing behind her. “I found him.”

Sam nudged Bucky - who was staring at you, his jaw ticking and his throat tightening as he swallowed thickly - before jabbing his thumb in Sharon’s direction. “Here we go.”

You nodded, eyeing Bucky with a small smile. “Here we go, Buckaroo.”

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Sharon

What Kind Of Yandere They Are//Sharon

Grandmaster

What Kind Of Yandere They Are//Grandmaster

Mantis

What Kind Of Yandere They Are//Mantis

Bruce

Yandere Bruce Banner Thingy

Thor

Rich Mcu Yanderes And If They’d Be Sugar Daddies/Mommies//Thor

Loki

Rich Mcu Yanderes And If They’d Be Sugar Daddies/Mommies//Loki

Tchalla

Rich Mcu Yanderes And If They’d Be Sugar Daddies/Mommies//Tchalla

Pepper

Rich Mcu Yanderes And If They’d Be Sugar Daddies/Mommies//Pepper

Ugly Realizations//Yandere Pepper X College Aged Reader

Kate

Jealous Yandere Kate Bishop Headcanons

Rich Mcu Yandere And If They’d Be Sugar Daddies/Mommies//Kate

Yandere Kate Bishop X Plus Size Hero Reader Headcanons

Admirer//Yandere Kate X Clints Daughter Reader

Physical Or Psychological//Yandere Kate X Reader

Born Of Evil And Desire//Yandere Kate X Villain Reader

Druig

Clingy Yandere Druig X Mortal Reader Headcanons

Druig Yandere Alphabet

Platonic Yandere Druig X Adopted Reader Headcanons

Thena

Melted//Platonic Yandere Thena X Shy Reader

Sprite

Platonic Yandere Sprite X Teacher Reader Headcanons

Platonic Yandere sprite X Reader Who’s Dating Druig

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Marvel Masterlist

It’s a Match Series

Loki x OFC/Reader

Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom

Chubby!Thor x Plus Size!Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Colossus/Piotr Rasputin x Reader

Victor Creed X Vampire!Reader

One Shots / Asks / Drabbles

Natasha Romanoff x Reader -  Made Up Fic Title: In The Shadow of Your Heart

Sam Wilson x Reader - Made Up Fic Title: Ask Me Again

Natasha Romanoff x Reader - Yandere Prompt - Ao3

Victor Creed x Reader - A Week In The Life - Ao3

Clint Barton x Reader - Brave of You to Assume

Stephen Strange x Reader - Garden Party Smut Drabble

Deadpool x OFC - Cursed Together (only ever wrote the first chapter)

Minotaur!Thor Headcanons

Symbrock x Reader - You're Split And Uneven

Symbrock x Reader - Soulmate Prompt

Serial Killer!Sam Wilson Headcanons

Soulmate!Helmut Zemo

Season of The Witch - Drider!Wanda Maximoff

Shocked - Soulmate!Thor

First time - Victor Creed x Fem!Reader

#a sloth writes #marvel #avengers #the avengers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #sam wilson x reader #victor creed x reader #eddie brock x venom x reader #thor odinson x reader #loki x reader #colossus x reader #clint barton x reader #stephen strange x reader #helmut zemo x reader

[scuttle-buttle]

Scuttle-Buttle’s Masterlist

Tags/TW are listed at the beginning of each fic/chapter. All works available on AO3 under @ scuttlebuttle. Sadly I do not own the characters - I just needed a hobby.

If you want to be tagged in anything please let me know!

Ratings:

G - general audiences

T - teen & up

M - mature audiences, 18+

E - explicit, 18+

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Zemo x Plus Size Female Reader

No One But Me

Summary: When you received a call from Sam and Bucky to help them catch the Flag Smashers you didn’t entirely know what to expect. As a lonely PhD student studying the effects of Hydra on shaping modern history, the duo thought you could be useful in finding leads towards the case. What you didn’t know was that a certain incarcerated Baron would be working alongside you stirring up trouble, and in more ways than one. 

                 Rated: E         Word Count: 4.7k 

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Baron on the Run series

Young Folks

Summary: Zemo takes you shopping and you decide it’s time to have a little fun with your Baron. 

                Rated: M          Word Count: 1.3K

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Summary: You and Zemo do a little dance.

                Rated: T            Word Count: 1.3k

Aphrodite

Summary: The morning after No One But Me.

Rated: E Word Count: 2.2k

Beard Burn

Summary: A beard is the best disguise.

Rated: M Word Count: ~600

Man Size Meatballs

Summary: QVC is dangerous.

Rated G Word Count: ~600

What Are Those?

Summary: You buy your Baron some new shoes.

Rated: G Word Count: ~500

Summary: Zemo keeps the holsters on.

Don't Let Go

Rated: E Word Count: ~2k

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Niki Lauda (Rush 2013)

Sleeping With The Enemy masterlist

Pairing: Niki Lauda x fem!OC Catherine Sinclair/Reader

Summary: Catherine Sinclair is the younger, estranged half-sister of renowned F1 driver James Hunt. Things get a bit complicated when she decides to reenter James’ life and ends up meeting his rival - Niki Lauda. Engines ignite as Catherine finds herself caught between her feelings for Niki and the rivalry that the two men share. Will she pump the brakes or let herself crash in the inferno?

Rating: E for smut

SWTE One Shots Masterlist

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The Heist masterlist

Synopsis: Niki Lauda and James Hunt are complete opposites. With their careers on the line as International Agents for Interpol, the two get paired together to solve the case of a small underground black market art heist. The introduction of an American, a woman no less, into the team only complicates things further as the trio goes undercover. There's more than just art that is at risk of being stolen on this mission. 

Pairing: Niki Lauda x Fem!Reader, some James Hunt x Reader

Rated: E 18+ for eventual smut, language, and violence

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Dr. Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

The Interpretation of Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: Modern AU. Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a pretentious ass - that's the only way you could possibly explain the man. That being said, you needed a job to help pay for grad school, and the position of being his TA was the only thing available. You'll suck it up and deal with it, but the last thing you'll do is let this man get inside your head in the process.

Enemies to Lovers

Rated: E for smut & descriptions of trauma

Psychopathia Sexualis Masterlist

Sequel to The Interpretation of Dreams

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: After experiencing a whirlwind enemies-turned-lovers romance with the imposing Professor Laszlo Kreizler, things have been wonderful for you. Your studies are coming along, work is enjoyable, and you are in a stable relationship with the man you believe to be the love of your life. Suddenly,  everything threatens to come crashing down with the arrival of a face from the past. Will jealousy and desire consume you and destroy the love you finally found?

Rated: E for smut & dark themes

Peri Psyches masterlist

A one shot series to follow The Interpretation of Dreams & Psychopathia Sexualis fics. Oneshots vary in rating, tags will be listed at the beginning of each fic. Also posted to AO3.

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Other Brühl Boys Oneshots & HCs

Two Stars Miles Apart

Pairing: Andrea Marowski (Ladies in Lavender) x GN reader

Lingonberry Schnapps

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist) x GN reader

Sweater Weather

Pairing: Alex Garel (Eva) x GN reader

Up In Flames

Pairing: AU firefighter Zemo x fem!Reader (smut)

Breakfast in Bed - drabble request

Pairing: Zemo x pregnant wife reader

Promises Kept

Pairing: Dark!Thomas Fischer (My Zoe) x afab!Reader

Ernst Schmidt with a baby - HCs

Modern! Andrea Marowski- HCs

Voyeurism Kink Daniel Weltz - HCs

Brühl Boys & how they would help you on your period Alignment chart

#scuttle-buttle #scuttle-buttle masterlist #masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #baron helmut zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #zemo #zemo fanfic #zemo x reader #zemo x plus size reader #mcm #tfatws #captain america cw #captain america civil war #zemo x reader smut #smut #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda daniel bruhl #niki lauda rush 2013 #daniel bruhl rush #andrea marowski fanfiction #andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler #daniel bruhl fanfiction #daniel bruhl x reader

[littlemessyjessi]

Just finished a zemo commission with a goblincore theme! Coming soon!

#plus size reader #ps reader #zemo imagine #baron helmut zemo #helmut zemo #zemo x ps reader #zemo x plus size reader #marvel #tfaws

[eevee-of-rivia]

Horny Thought n2

Summary: Another Horny Thought I had, this time thanks to @mypoisonedvine

There will be another version of this, with a more experienced reader.

Pairing: Young Helmut Zemo x f!Virgin!reader (zemo is a virgin too)

Word count: 1,5k

Warning: smut (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you use it please) a bit of angst and much fluff!!

You were forced by your parents to participate in this gala, organized by Sokovia’s royalty because they wanted you to meet the guy who will be your future Husband.

But, fortunately for you, your German best friend Monika was here too so you wouldn’t be bored for too long.

You two were chatting a bit, talking about all the boys that were here and guessing who could be the guy you will have to marry when your eyes fell on a guy.

He was just walking alone while watching around, a bored expression on his face.

"Who is he?" you asked Monika, making her giggle.

"That pouting guy is Helmut Zemo" she answered you making a confused expression appear on your face.

'Pouting?' you thought, bringing your attention back to the guy.

And when you saw him you couldn’t stop yourself but giggle. Zemo was pouting like a sad puppy.

'It’s adorable' you thought.

You were going to say something to your best friend when you saw Zemo looking at you, a little blush on his face.

He must have noticed you looking at him.

So you decided to wave your hand at him smiling sweetly, making him walk towards you.

"Hi, I saw you from afar and I thought that you were really cute," he said, making his face redden even more.

You blushed a little but managed to murmur a thank you before raising a bit your long skirt and making a little bow.

"I’m Y/N Y/L/N" you presented yourself to the guy in front of you.

"Oh yeah," he stuttered a bit, remembering that you two were among royalty, before making also a bow.

"I’m Helmut. Helmut Zemo"

"Nice to meet you Zemo"

The two of you continued talking about everything and nothing for a while until Zemo asked you a specific question:

"If I can ask you, why are you here? I’ve never seen you to the other galas"

Your expression changed when Zemo asked you this, making you remember why you were participating in the gala.

Seeing the sad expression on your face Zemo quickly tried to cheer you up.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t want to make you sad.

Why don’t we take a walk in the garden? I know a secret passage to get there"

At his request, a little smile appeared on your face.

You nodded before taking his hand with one of yours "show me the way Zemo" you told him before urging him to take you two to the gardens.

It took you a while but finally, the two of you arrived in the garden, managing not to be discovered by anyone.

"I’ve never seen the stars like this," you said when you lifted your gaze to the dark sky that was upon the two of you.

"They are beautiful" you continued.

"You are beautiful" Zemo murmured, making you turn to look at him with a questioning expression on your face.

"I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, did you said something?" you asked Smiling at him.

He simply shook his head trying to hide the blush that crept on his Cheeks.

"Come on, just tell me!" you said trying to convince him, without being successful.

"Ok I’ll give up," you said, with a little smirk on your lips, before starting to run.

"But only if you catch me!"

Zemo was a little startled at first but after a few seconds, he started to run after you, trying to catch you.

After a while you stopped running, trying to catch your breath, not realizing that Zemo was right behind you.

You turned yourself just in time to see Zemo running towards you, before Stumbling over you, making you and him fall on the ground.

You closed your eyes in fear opening them only after a while, not feeling the grass under your back.

You found yourself on the top of Zemo, your hands on his chest, only a few inches between your faces.

Your Cheeks heated up suddenly, vanishing your tries to hide the embarrassment.

"I-I" you weren’t able to finish the sentence because, suddenly, Zemo’s lips were on yours.

His hands were cupping your cheeks, bringing you closer to him.

"I like you," he said, a little shy smile on his face.

"I like you too, Zemo" you answered him, trying to lift yourself from his body not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

You haven't noticed the consequences of your actions, trying to lift yourself from his body resulting in you sitting on his lap with both of your thighs at the side of his hips, until you felt his erection pushing against your core.

"I-I'm sorry.." he tried to apologize to you, his gaze never locking with yours.

"I-It's ok" you whispered, slowly rocking your hips.

"I kinda like it," you said watching Zemo in the eyes, a little smile on your face.

You continued to rock your hips for a while before feeling his hands on your hips, stopping you.

You were a little confused by his actions. You thought that he was liking what you were doing because on his face there were only pleasured expressions.

Seeing the confused look on your face he smiled a bit to you, gathering the courage to put a hand under your skirt before starting to caress your inner thigh.

"Do you want to..?" he asked, a bit unsure of what to do after that.

You wanted to say yes to him, you wanted to be intimate with him but there was only one problem.

You were a virgin. And Zemo needs to know that.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

"H-Helmut I...

I want to do this with you but I'm a virgin." you said almost ashamed.

"I'm a virgin too Y/N," Zemo said.

"You don't have to worry, we will go slow and at your pace," he reassured you, ensuring you that he will go slow because he was a bit unsure what to do.

You nodded slowly before smiling at him, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

A small smile appeared on his face when you took his cock out of his pants.

"Wait Y/N, let me.." he asked you before pushing your panties aside and pushing into you making you part your lips.

A little frown appeared on his face when he saw your pained expression but you immediately reassured him, telling him that you need a bit to adjust to his size.

"You are just big," you told him, smiling.

He remained still for a while, waiting for you to tell him that he could go before starting to move his hips pushing into your core.

"H-Helmut..!" you almost screamed when Zemo hit that spongy spot before he put his hands on your mouth preventing you from screaming.

It was only when you milked his cock with your come that Zemo moaned filling you with his cum.

You both remained still for a while, panting, slowly trying to catch up on your breath.

After calming yourself down you looked at him, softly smiling at his relaxed expression before your eyes filled with tears.

Hearing your sobs Zemo opened his eyes, frowning when he saw you crying.

Cupping your face he brushed your tears away with his thumbs.

"It was that bad?" he tried to cheer you up, joking a bit.

His little joke made you laugh a bit.

"You were amazing Helmut it's just.." he waited for you to feel ready to speak up, gently caressing your cheeks with one of his hands.

"The reason that I am here, at this gala with my parents, it's because.." you sighed a bit, before taking a deep breath.

"My parents want me to meet my future husband.

When Zemo heard your words his entire world was crushed.

He liked you, he wanted to know you better and to spend his days with you.

But now everything was just gone.

"I-I'm sorry Helmut. I know that I should have told you that before, it's just...

I like you"

"I like you too Y/N," he said, sitting up and kissing you gently.

"Don't worry, we will find a solution, ok?" he reassured you.

You just nodded before getting up and helping him to get on his feet.

You fixed your dress before sighing a bit. "I need to return to my parents now, Helmut.

I hope to see you again" you said before running inside the palace where the gala was being held.

Zemo waited a while before deciding to go back to the gala, searching for his parents.

It took him a while to find them, they were talking with an old couple.

He slowly approached them, stopping himself when he was just right beside them.

His mother was the first to notice that he was back, smiling softly at him.

"Helmutyou are back just in time to meet Y/N.

She will be your future wife"

Zemo was shocked to hear your name and to know that he will be your future husband.

At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke and that his parents married him to a girl with the same name as the girl he fell in love with.

It was only when your parents called your name, and when he saw you walking slowly towards him, that a smile appeared on his face.

A.N: I hope you liked it.

Maybe you won't need to find a solution to see each other again.

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Please remember that reblogs are really importanto to writers and that they help a lot to reach more people

#baron zemo #baron helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo #baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo smut #helmut zemo x you #helmut zemo x y/n #helmut zemo x female reader #helmut zemo x black reader #helmut zemo x plus size reader #virgin!reader #virgin zemo

[weasleywinchester]

WeasleyWinchester Fic Master List

Hey Fam, I'm tired of having to look for my stuff so I can link chapters to each other so here's a master list

And small overview of my writing: I tend to write long chapters, a good deal of smut and fluff, with the occasional angst because I apparently like to make myself suffer (and I can’t do that alone, so you suffer too). Also 99.9% of my stuff is Female, Plus Size reader insert. If it’s anything else I mention in at the beginning of each story :) (Loki and Sully so far is the only gender neutral ones I have)

*most of these will have multiple chapters that I’m still working on! (I've highlighted them in blue) If you want to be tagged in anything let me know 💙

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Save Yourself (currently written 18/25)

He Didn’t Dump Me (featuring Crowley)

Sam Winchester

Lock the Damn Door!

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

The Way You Look Tonight Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Baron Helmut Zemo

The Way You Look Tonight Part 2

Loki

Can I keep Him?

Steven Grant/ Marc Spector

Any Way You Want It

Triple Frontier

Franki

You & Me - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 Where the Rivers Meet

Santi

How Did You Know My Ass Would Need Saving?

Tom

Unless I'm Allowed Dessert

Star Wars

Din Dijarin

A Different Kind of Bounty (smut)

Strangers - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Ladies, Please (feat. Fennec & Boba)

Cassian Andor

It's A Low Number

Hot Blood (love is gunna get ya) - sex pollen

Poe Dameron

Don’t Tell Anyone! Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

I Can’t Help Myself - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Malicious Mean and Scary? - smut

Top Gun

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Slow Motion - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9

I Ain't Worried - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Robert "BOB" Floyd

I Ain't Worried - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

I Ain't Worried - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Highway to Hell(fire) - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5

Sherlock

Greg Lestrade

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

We Can Be Hero's

Marcus Moreno

Not A Shrine

Winx

Saul Silva

Begin Again - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Uncharted

Sully

I Got You Baby

#dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x plus size reader #dean winchester x plus size reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x female reader #sam winchester x female reader #dean winchester smut #sam winchester smut #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #supernatural fic #marvel fic #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo x female reader #baron zemo x plus size reader #alligator loki #loki x female reader #triple frontier smut #triple frontier fic #santi garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia x reader #tom davis x reader #redfly x reader #redfly smut #saul silva x reader #greg lestrade x reader #x plus size reader

[munsons-maiden]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 (𝐔𝐧-)𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

Okay I got really carried away with this one, sorry it took so long but when I finished writing this, I had a better idea and rewrote it completely 😂 We all need a Zemo in our life to spice up online-lectures 😁

I hope you like it - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Helmut Zemo x female reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  You're stuck in a boring online lecture via Zoom, and Zemo decides to take matters into his own capable hands to make it a little more exciting for you.  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  3 k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  SMUT (this is ONLY for audiences of 18+ !), vaginal fingering, vibrators 

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

Requested by: @baronesszemo-blackwood 🥰

A/N: Koshechka is Russian and means kitten

You sighed deeply for the third time in five minutes – they just didn’t feel like minutes, but hours. Summer had swept across the city like a fire-breathing dragon, and the blazing heat was no match for the fan whirring in the edge of the room. You’d already retreated to the one room with the least sunlight blazing in through the windowpanes, which was the bedroom, but it was still not enough. Currently, you were draped over the king-size bed, on your belly, head pressed into the cool, silky bedsheets, to listen to an especially tiresome online lecture on the laptop in front of you.

All your prayers for the Zoom-server to malfunction today had remained unanswered. Plus, you were sweating like a sinner in church. There had been nothing else left to do against the pressing heat than undress yourself, so you’d turned off the webcam and rid yourself of your summer dress, leaving you wearing only the underwear Zemo had given you a few days ago. It looked pretty; the bra was unusually comfortable – there weren’t many men whose priority while shopping dessous for their partner was comfort just as much as design – and it matched the black lace of the panties perfectly. The panties felt a little strange at the seams though, but you hadn’t lingered on the thought when you’d put them on for the first time this morning.

With a yawn, you lifted your head and your glace flicked to the little clock at the lower edge of your laptop screen. Half of the lecture had passed. Half. It felt like watching the shift of a continental plate in real time.

“Is it that exciting?”, a honeyed voice drawled, and you turned to roll your eyes at Zemo. He was leaning in the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest and a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as his watchful eyes roamed appreciatively over your half-naked form draped on the bed.

“You’re free to join me and find out”, you muttered under your breath, “First one to fall asleep gets to cook dinner tonight.”

Ignoring the voice of your professor droning on through the laptop, your eyes stayed glued to Zemo. He wore a simple black t-shirt, and it looked especially handsome with the muscles of his arms on display. He wasn’t bulky – just lean and muscular, radiating a serene kind of sexiness with his smirk that would make even the devil blush, the quiet confidence he carried himself with, the keen intelligence shining in his hazel eyes. His smirk widened as he caught you staring. “Do you enjoy the view, koshechka?“

He knew exactly what it did to you whenever he used this pet name.

“I’m not on mute”, you mouthed and nodded your head in the direction of the laptop, trying to focus back on the lecture – when something started to vibrate against you, and you gasped, rolling to the side to see if you’d somehow lied down on your phone. You hadn’t – and the vibrating sensation against your most intimate parts returned, much more forceful than before, sending a sudden jolt through your body and you gasped at the sensation against your clit. A wave of pleasure seized you – and ebbed again. What the – oh.

The panties Zemo had given you. You’d known they had felt a little strange. You gaped at him, incredulous, before you mouthed, “Oh no you didn’t.”

“Since you told me your online lectures were so tiring, I thought you could use a little…cheering up”, he purred, still leaning in the doorway. He waved a little black remote control you hadn’t noticed before in his hand, and with much of a show pressed the button in the middle. It effectively sent another pleasant shiver through you, and you let yourself fall onto your back with a low moan, biting your lip to silence yourself.

“You should mute yourself, my darling,” he winked, pressing the button again, and your hands gripped the silky bedsheets beneath you for purchase, the vibration of the panties enough to rouse you from your sleepy state and make heat pool between your thighs, leaving you yearning for more.

“Stop it!”, you half-groaned, half-hissed, but your hand already drifted down to the lace of the panties, pressing it harder against the bundle of nerves to intensify the vibrating sensation, and Zemo’s wicked little grin widened. Your hand shut out to smash the mute-button, desperately hoping nobody had heard you. The voices from your laptop were still droning on about the course topic. But oh, did this feel good. So much better than an online lecture.

“You could always take off the panties, of course. Go on. I won’t stop you”, he drawled, “But I have a feeling you don’t really want to.”

You glared at him, and, gathering every bit of resolve left in you, you finally ripped away the panties, discarding them on the floor where they landed with a dull thud.

“There”, you gasped, “You have no power over me.”

Oh God, he had so much power over you. Discarding the panties had done nothing to cool you down again, not with him still hovering in the doorway. Wearing that smirk. And that shirt.

With a deep breath, you sat up cross-legged and tried to resume your focus back on the Zoom-lecture. Your eyes didn’t leave the screen, but you could feel Zemo’s watchful gaze still trained intently on you, burning on your exposed skin like the touch of his hands would, and without taking a single glance in his direction you knew he was grinning knowingly. You could practically feel the smugness radiating off him. He knew he’d stolen your focus, knew what, exactly, you were thinking about right now, and it certainly wasn’t some scientific paper.

“You know,” he finally mused, and from the corner of our eye you could see him take a few deliberate steps in your direction, “Maybe the vibrating panties weren’t convincing enough –“ the mattress dipped as he slowly came to sit on the bed behind you, “ – to show you how much fun you could have right now –“ , he gently gathered your hair in his hands and pushed it over your shoulder to expose the side of your throat, “ – instead of giving all your precious attention to a boring online-lesson.”

With that, his lips were on your jaw, trailing lingering, searing kisses to your ear and finally down to the spot right below, where your pulse was quickening beneath the touch of his lips on your sensitive skin. Reflexively, you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, and your eyes fluttered close at the sensations he was sending through you. Oh my, this was so wrong. Were you muted? You were still muted, right? You blinked to check the little sign at the edge of the laptop’s display – yes, still muted, and the webcam was still turned off as well – and let yourself fall back against Zemo’s firm chest. His familiar scent of the cedarwood aftershave he used, mingling with the slight salty tang of his sweat, was intoxicating when it wrapped around you in time with his muscular arms. While attacking your neck with kisses that grew more and more demanding with every gasp they stole from your lips, his hands began to roam over your body, the caresses leaving goosebumps in their traces, leaving your skin tingling.

“This is not appropriate”, you whispered, “This really shouldn’t be happening, Helmut.”

The chuckle rumbling through his chest seemed to vibrate through your own bones, so close was he pressed against you.

“You can always tell me to stop,” he teased.

“You should stop.” His hands stilled on your waist, and he began to slowly pull back –

“But I don’t want you to stop. Don’t stop!”

Zemo snickered and placed his palms back on the curve of your waist, his fingernails digging into the bare skin while he resumed the hungry kisses, attacking the soft spot right above your racing pulse, and his hot breath fanned against your skin to drive you wild with desire.

As if sensing your growing impatience, his right hand drifted from the curve of your waist down, over your belly button and further, until he finally found the spot where you needed him most, fingertips slowly spreading your slick arousal pooling between your legs before he brushed them over the swollen bundle of nerves, and your muscles clenched with the touch.

“Oh God”, you mumbled.

Your head fell back against the crook of his shoulder while he began playing with your clit.

“So wet for me already and I haven’t even started. But listen to your lecture, my love”, he crooned against your neck, “I would hate to be the reason for your lack of concentration. Can you do this for me while I worship you with my hands?”

You nodded, and Zemo’s fingers ran along your slick folds, and a soft moan tumbled from your parted lips, enjoying the waves of pleasure bolting through your core with every touch of his rough fingertips – but you could tell he was holding back still, teasing you. You growled in frustration, rutting your hips against him to gain more friction.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart”, he purred.

“Y – yes”, you groaned, louder this time.

“Then be a good girl and un-mute yourself. I wouldn’t want you to be distracted from your lesson.” The tease in his dark voice, husky with his own arousal, and his lips brushing the shell of your ear while he whispered to you, nearly were enough to send you over the edge right then and there. But his fingers stilled, and you let out a desperate mewl in response.

“I won’t continue if I’m distracting you”, he breathed, mock-concern lacing his voice, “I wouldn’t want to be a bad influence – you will just have to stay mute all on your own.” You could feel the cocky grin playing on his lips when his mouth brushed against the skin of your jaw. Desperate for more of his touches, you were eager to oblige and pressed the button to un-mute your microphone. Oh, the sinful things he made you do. But if he was pulling you down to Hell with him, it would’ve been more than worth it, you thought with a grin of your own, before his fingertips finally resumed to circle your clit, and your senses honed on to the pleasure burning through your nerve endings.

A muffled groan escaped you, and you bit your tongue to stifle the sounds he was stealing from your lips with the skilled strokes of his hand, the rough pads of his fingertips against your slick heat. The things he could make you feel…

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, my love”, Zemo mumbled, and his tone was almost reverent, “So stunning, half naked on the bed with only the underwear I gave you. Knowing that you’re mine. How could I resist having my way with you?”

You whimpered, your own eyes falling shut again as you kept savouring the sweet bliss he gave you while your hips moved in tune with his fingers, gyrating against them.

“Does this make you feel good, koshechka?”, Zemo husked against your ear, and you arched into him, “Better than the panties?” You could barely manage a nod, lost in your delirium of lust. He felt so good.

Your mind was hazy with want, with the pleasure that was cascading through your body with every move of his fingertips, every languid thrust of your hips as you spread your legs further to give him better access and deepen the thrusts of your hips against the pads of his fingers, missing him so terribly between your thighs, your velvet walls clenching around nothing.

“I need you”, you begged in a hushed, breathless voice, while sending a silent prayer that you’d been quiet enough so nobody in the Zoom call would have heard you. Zemo growled under his breath. His scent and the heated summer air made you dizzy in all the best ways, his breath caressing the crook of your neck, the muscles of his arms flexing as he pulled you closer so your back was pressed flush against his firm chest – it was stealing your breath and muddling your mind, turning you into a beautiful mess in his hands.

His lust-darkened voice, heavy with his accent whenever he was aroused, murmured against the shell of your ear, “You’re so beautiful when you come undone under my fingers, Y/N, but I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

Such a wonderful promise. With these words, he slipped a digit inside you, then a second one, stretching you, and your moans were growing louder and louder as he started pumping them inside of you. His free hand pressed gently over your mouth to muffle the noises falling from your lips, never ceasing to fuck you with his fingers so achingly slowly, teasing you with the movements.

“As much as I love to hear these sweet noises, if you don’t stay quiet, I will need to stop – you don’t want me to stop, do you, koshechka?” His voice was rough when he kept taunting you still, and you could sense his exhilaration at the potential risk of getting caught. It was thrilling, something you’d never done before.

You hastily shook your head, but you both knew you could guarantee for nothing, not with the heavenly things he was currently doing to you.

“Don’t – don’t stop, Helmut. Please don’t stop”, you panted, begging him to go on in laboured, breathless whispers. His fingers curled slightly against your walls you as he pumped them, and the tips grazed that sweet spot inside, eliciting another soft whimper as your back arched, making him hum into your neck in response. His teeth scraped against the side of your neck before he began to gently suck at the skin to leave his mark on you. The pleasant pain shot through you, mingling with the burning pleasure singeing your core with every move of him, every roll of your hips pushing his fingers deeper. It cost so much strength not to cry out his name in the throes of your lust-filled state, to let everyone know what he was doing to you, and you bit down on your lips – hard – from doing exactly this. You could feel his erection pressing against your lower back and one of your hands disentangled from its position in his hair to wander down and give him the same pleasure he was bestowing on you, but his left hand shot from your mouth and down to grab your wrist, stopping you mid-movement.

“Later”, he soothed, “This is about you now, koshechka, not me. I want to make you feel so good. I want to worship you first. I want you to relax and let me pleasure you and watch you unravel on my hands.”

The sweetness of his words, paired with the rasp in his voice, made the tension in your core grow until you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, until you felt as if you’d burst with the sensation of his fingers slowly fucking you.

“Yes, keep quiet my love”, he praised you, “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.”

“I’m close”, a broken whisper tumbled from your lips. He curled his fingers against your walls again, hitting the sweet spot inside again and again while his thumb began stroking the swollen bud of your clit, and quickening the thrusts of his fingers, your hips rolling against him, you could feel your own rhythm faltering and your walls clench around him, arousal already running down your tights. “God, yes!”, you groaned, and his name tumbled from your lips in a broken cry as your orgasm washed over you with the force of a thunderstorm. Your hands fell from their grip on his hair to clutch the bedsheets, finding purchase to stabilize you while you rode out your high on his fingers, your back arced while you threw your head back against his shoulders with the hot bliss of your climax lighting up your vision into blinding white, and his praises for you tangled with your moans as you came on his fingers. You own breathless gasps were in sync with his heavy breaths against your sweat-soaked skin, and you could feel him grin against the side of your throat.

Then, someone called out your name. It was not Zemo. With horror cutting through your hazy mind, you realized you’d entirely forgotten how you’d unmuted yourself in the Zoom-lecture.

You could feel Zemo silently laughing behind you as you cleared your throat, weakly asking, “Yes, please?”

“I asked if there were any questions”, the professor repeated, obviously bored by his own lecture, “And you rather enthusiastically called out. So, what’s your question?”

Oh Lord.

“Um, I think I understood now. No question, sorry”, you replied with a wince, and you could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks at what had just happened.

“Great. Then see you all next week.”

The Zoom call was ended, and you silently closed the laptop with shaky exhale. Zemo was still snickering like the devil behind you, and you turned around to push him back into the mattress and position yourself above him.

“You. This is your fault!”, you chided and pointed your finger at him, and the smug grin he gave you made your frown fuse into a smile as well.

“Well, if you hadn’t enjoyed my ministrations, you wouldn’t have called out as enthusiastically as you did, my love.”

With an embarrassed groan, you rolled off him, letting yourself fall back onto the mattress, soaked with sweat. You pressed your hands over your face, trying to grasp that you’d nearly been caught doing the naughtiest things during an online lecture. Or rather, letting Zemo do the naughtiest things. But oh, had it been worth it.

“Well, I had a feeling you weren’t opposed for a second run”, Zemo purred, leaning over you to place a chaste kiss to your cheek which stood in stark contrast to the wicked expression on his face. He looked rather flustered himself. It made your knees weak all over again. Zemo winked. “If you’re intent on taking revenge…I have no obligations.”

Oh yes. He could bet that you were.

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Plums in Bucharest | Chapter Six

Warning: 18+, angst, violence, mentions of death, fighting, blood, weapons. Some language.

Word Count: 5,111

Pairing: CW!Bucky x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Bucky, Steve, and Reader confront Tony. Zemo stirs up deadly trouble.

A/N: This loosely follows Civil War, I did change some things to fit my story, but it's still rooted in CW with real dialogue. Going strong, there will be another part! Crossposted on mox-writes for notification purposes!

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1:27 AM.

The red digital clock illuminated the dark wood of the nightstand it sat on, its dim light reaching the mattress just enough to see the edge covered halfway with a messy blanket. The dark room was cold, the air felt like the dull sting of a winter breeze being inhaled through sensitive nostrils, begging for warm relief. You watched the ceiling, the spinning shadow of the ceiling fan being cast across it by the light of the clock. The only other light in the room was the flashing green bulb of the smoke alarm on the ceiling. You listened to your surroundings; it was quiet, too quiet. It was missing the soft breathing of your partner, the rustling of his moving body in the bed, the peaceful sounds of the man you loved more than life itself–the man you begged to see every day. Begged the sky, your heart, the universe, the voice in your head, him in every letter you wrote but couldn’t send. Begged no one in particular and everyone at the same time.

The weight on your mind kept you in bed, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling, feeling the hurt creep across every inch of your skin. You felt numb, you didn’t have any thoughts, and tears couldn’t be produced anymore; you felt like a zombie just dragging through your mandatory daily tasks. You weren’t sure when the last time you cleaned was, or the last time you did laundry–you did know you were running out of clothes to put on, showing up to work in less and less fashionable combinations as the days passed. You weren’t even sure if you had eaten in the last three days. It didn’t feel like it. Your stomach churned as it shot sharp pains throughout your abdomen, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t move. Letting your body feel the pain of hunger because it was the only thing you could feel anymore.

Your heavy eyelids dragged down, feeling as if they were being pulled by anchors, the dryness of your eyes stinging as your lids covered them. The only way you slept was from pure exhaustion. Your body physically fought against your mind to allow some rest, although it was never a relief. You never felt rejuvenated, just less exhausted, just enough to manage through work. You didn’t talk to anyone anymore, your transactions were silent and cold. The people at the market missed the warmth of your smile as you greeted them, the kids stopped hanging around, just dropped off their notes and art in hopes that you’d eventually see them. You never did. Not finding joy in the love of the town anymore. You felt like a ghost of yourself in the busy Bucharest crowd. A wanderer lost on the way to nowhere, standing in the middle of a sea of people but not being seen.

As the darkness crept into your mind, you were filled with your final thoughts of him. Another reason you couldn’t sleep, seeing his face in your dreams felt like a nightmare more than a blessing. The pain on his face, the sparking of his arm, the cry that fell from your lips that could shake the earth to its core. Maybe it was his cry. His eyes blurred from the waterfall of tears as he watched you fall to the ground. You couldn’t tell anymore, your screams blurred together until all you heard was anguish.

–One Month Earlier–

The gun in your hand was held steady and extended out in front of you, ready to fire at the first sign of danger as you traversed the concrete building. Bucky stood by your side, one eye occasionally looking through the scope of his rifle as you followed Steve, who had his shield up and made sure the coast was clear. The journey to this moment was less than ideal, an explosive fight at an airport that left more than a few of Steve’s “superfriends”, as you called them, bloodied and jailed. You had only gotten away from the fight with the help of the only familiar face, Nat, although Bucky protested you coming with him. He and Steve were supersoldiers, they could handle a group of genetically modified individuals. You, on the other hand, were just a normal human. No serum, no super strength, just an impressive skill set that didn’t help much to prevent you from being crushed to death by the muscle of the people you were looking for there. Clearly, Bucky didn’t know you well enough to know that his protests were falling on deaf ears.

Siberia was cold and snowy, which left a trail of wet footprints from the three of you. Unfortunately, Zemo had a long enough headstart that his prints were dried, leaving you to rely on the sounds echoing through the facility. Bucky would periodically look over to you, your quiet figure so stealthy he needed to check that you were still beside him. It gave him a weird feeling, seeing you in your full gear, weapons and all. It was a stark difference from Bucharest. He knew from your scar-littered body that you had a past, one that was a struggle to discuss, but he never imagined it’d be this. An assassin. So similar to him, yet so out-of-place for the woman he thought he knew. He wasn’t complaining, it was nice that he could feel some sort of relief in the shared occupation, but it also worried him. His love for you would never waver, but he wondered how much you’d done, who you were before, if you were still active, if you felt remorse like he did. You still had your things, but did you still take contracts? Who did you work for? He was insatiably curious and just wanted this whole Zemo thing to be over with so he could finally sit down and discuss things with you. This wasn’t how he wanted to find out about your past, and it wasn’t how he wanted to tell you about his.

You looked at Bucky too. Not to check if he was there, the whirring of his metal arm was a comfortable reminder that he was still with you, but you watched him in this new manner. In Romania, he was soft, gentle, kind, and timid. Here he was hard, scared, and on edge. Seeing him with his arm exposed, gun in hand, made your heart hurt for him. Sure, he always seemed like he wanted more than a quiet little orchard life, but he didn’t want this. Guns and fighting. You didn’t know how much of this life he wanted, but you knew he still wanted you. You could see it in his eye, and it relieved you.

A loud thud echoed in the room from behind you, prompting the three of you to whip around, guns ready. Steve got in front of you with his shield and knelt down as you aimed just over his shoulder. Bucky was behind you on a step, his rifle next to your arm and the warmth of his body gliding over your back. No one moved as you listened to the door creak, someone on the other side finding their way through the metal. You held your breath as the door began to part, waiting for the danger to come through. You weren’t sure if you were hoping it was Zemo or the other Winter Soldiers, both had their pros and cons. Bucky and Steve still didn’t know about your connection to Zemo, it was one piece of information you preferred to keep to yourself. However, you weren’t sure how you were going to handle it when you did come face-to-face with him. He was your boss, your mentor since you were a child; he trained you and practically raised you. You felt loyal to him even despite your hatred for this life.

You heard Bucky tighten his grip on the handle of his gun, the leather on his flesh hand squeaking softly as it rubbed against it. The seam of the door was pushed open allowing a bright light to shine through. You watched as red metal hands pried the metal apart and Tony Stark in his Iron Man suit stepped into the room. You and Bucky stayed firm in your positions, not trusting Stark after the all-out war you just had at the airport, which left you with more than a few bruises. Steve, however, lowered his shield and stood up, taking a few steps toward Tony.

“You seem a little defensive,” Stark said after opening his helmet to reveal his bruised face.

“It’s been a long day,” Steve responded, eyeing Tony to anticipate his next move. Bucky moved to stand in front of you, acting as a shield for your normal-human body. You let out a small huff in protest, despite being weaker and more prone to death, you still wanted to protect Bucky and that meant you’d take a bullet for him if it came down to it. Bucky exhaled deeply in response, an unspoken argument about who would protect who. Tony looked up at the two of you with your guns still on him, ready to make a split-second decision. Your blood was boiling more than anyone there knew. According to Zemo, Tony was still trying to kill Bucky, and you still had your assignment to assassinate Stark. You couldn’t do it there, not in front of Steve and Bucky, especially when Tony didn’t give you a reason to fire. But you knew that you’d have to do it eventually.

“At ease soldier, I’m not currently after you,” Tony directed his voice to Bucky, who only squinted and steadied his gun. On the jet to Siberia, Steve gave you the story of how this whole mess of a situation started. Zemo, or “the Doctor” as they only knew him, had blown up the UN to flush Bucky out of hiding. That’s why he was talking to him at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre, he wanted information about the other Winter Soldiers that were created after Bucky. That’s why you were in Siberia, you needed to find the soldiers before Zemo could control them to do his bidding. It made sense to you, super-soldiers would make incredible assassins for Zemo’s business. He always wanted the best in the world to take out people who thought they were so high above everyone else they could do whatever they wanted. He hated people in power who abused it, that’s why all of your missions were people with an insane amount of power and all the wrong intentions.

But it was because of Zemo’s plan that Bucky was on the radar for Tony, he thought he was responsible for the deaths of all the people at the UN. At the fight at the airport, Steve tried to convince Stark that it wasn’t him, but he wouldn’t listen, he wouldn’t give up until he had Bucky taken in, dead or alive. And that’s what kept you fueled to complete your mission. You were willing to let it go, but Stark wasn’t. Little did he know, he was signing his death certificate because of his pride.

You still had your gun aimed at Tony, both you and Bucky were unmoved until he motioned to the two of you standing there like predators.

“You guys can relax, there’s a truce here,” he rolled his eyes. Steve motioned for you to lower your weapons and you did so reluctantly, and only after Bucky had lowered his, trusting Steve more than you did. After deciding to find Zemo together, the four of you continued to explore the large building. You hung in the back to keep an eye on Tony, plotting when you would take your chance to kill him, deciding how to do it, wondering if Bucky would ever forgive you.

You entered a large room with several cryostasis chambers. As Tony scanned the room, he registered only one heat signature, despite the various chambers filled with the super-soldiers. Walking around the room, you looked at each person whose tanks were now lit and illuminated their dead bodies. Shit. Zemo didn’t want to use the soldiers, he wanted them dead. Knowing him, that meant bad news for the three men you were with.

“If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep.” Zemo’s voice echoed through the room, prompting everyone to look around for him. As he walked, Bucky reached out one hand down beside him, motioning for you to stay close to him. You brushed your hip against his outstretched fingers until he hummed softly, feeling your cold body close to him. He put his hand back on his rifle and slowly inched through the room, making sure to keep you safe. You stayed by his side, not knowing what Zemo could do next, and not trusting Stark.

“Did you really think I wanted more of you?” Zemo’s voice echoed again. A light switched on at the end of the room, revealing Zemo’s form standing behind a window. Steve instinctively threw his shield at him, hoping to stop whatever he was planning but Zemo just chuckled.

“Please, Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets,” he explained through his speaker. You and Bucky hung back, watching Steve walk straight toward Zemo’s window and Tony circling around, guns ready to fire.

“I guess I should explain why you are here, hm?” his voice was cocky like his plan was falling perfectly into place. It felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest in fear of what he was going to say, the anticipation of your real plan being revealed had your stomach-turning. Steve stood right in front of Zemo, watching him like a hawk, waiting for his next words and analyzing the situation to figure out how to get to him.

“I was a Baron in Sokovia. Though, I had business all over the world,” Zemo flashed his eyes to you which made you tense up, gritting your teeth together and hoping he wouldn’t mention your name, “Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. But–” he paused, swallowing hard at the next words.

“You lost someone?” Steve interrupted, eyes softening the slightest bit in remorse and pity.

“I lost everyone.” Zemo corrected, trying desperately to suppress the tears that tried to well up in his brown eyes. “And so will you.” A nearby computer turned on, playing a video of a street cam. The four of you gathered to the screen and watched it. Tony immediately recognized the street, yelling for an explanation. As soon as Bucky saw the video play, he dropped his head, stepping back from the group and holding back tears of his own. You watched him shrink into himself, Bucky cowering under the exterior of the Winter Soldier as his past was being brought to life on video. Furrowing your brows, you took a step toward him which only made him step back again. Just like the night of your party when he met your friends. He became small and panicked, emotions running wild as he tried to keep his composure. You wanted to comfort him but he wouldn’t let you.

In the video, a car crashed and a man on a motorcycle circled back around it before picking up the driver from the ground and punching him until he was dead. You flinched as you watched it, normally you wouldn’t, you’d killed your fair share of people in much worse ways, but this was different. This was Bucky. He went around to the passenger side, choking the woman inside the car until she lay lifeless against the dashboard.

Tony immediately lunged at Bucky, his emotions running wild as he witnessed the murder of his parents. You lifted your gun and aimed it at him, ready to shoot on the spot. Bucky flinched back, raising his rifle reluctantly as Steve stopped Tony from going any further. As Cap tried to reason with him, Bucky glanced at you. Shame riddled his face as tears slipped from his eyes. God, what you must think of him. It hurt him more than anything to have you witness what he’d done, seeing him with no remorse and no hesitation on that video. He felt like a monster and could only imagine that you viewed him as one. But you didn’t. You knew that wasn’t him, that wasn’t the Bucky you built a relationship with, that wasn’t who he was; that was the Winter Soldier.

Tony stepped back, processing the moment but no one let their guard down. You all knew he wouldn’t let it go, and he didn’t, he immediately shot at Bucky, pushing Steve away and putting his helmet back on. You dodged out of the way as Tony blasted more beams from his repulsors, trying to kill Bucky in a rage. You rolled on the cold ground, getting behind Stark and shooting into his back. His suit made it impossible to stop him, you quickly found out it was bulletproof and would need to find another way to slow him down.

The shots to his back made him turn around to face you, blasting another ray in your direction, not caring who he killed. One shot from his repulsor and you’d be dead–all the more reason to disable it somehow. You yelled out as you jumped from its path, tucking and rolling out of sight as you hid behind an old control panel. Zemo still stood behind his window, watching the chaos ensue with a smirk. You furrowed your brows at him, hurt that he didn’t care who survived in the room, namely you. Steve threw his shield at Tony and it bounced off of him, knocking him back. The shield made its way back to Steve’s grasp and was followed by another deadly blast from Stark.

“Tony, stop! You’re going to kill someone,” Steve pleaded, quickly glancing at you then Bucky, who was gathering himself from being knocked down.

“He killed my mom, you’re going to have to kill me to stop me, Rogers,” Tony seethed, momentarily pausing his attacks. Zemo tsked, drawing their attention to his smirking face.

“Ah, but you don’t have it in you to kill, do you, Captain? That’s why she’s here.” Zemo’s thick accent ran chills across your skin as he looked you dead in the eyes, standing from your hiding spot, gun in hand and jaw clenched. The three men in the room with you all turned to face you, each with different expressions. Steve looked like a confused puppy, disbelief spread across his face as he was told your connection to Zemo. Tony just looked angry and upset, realizing just how much more of an enemy you were to him. But Bucky, Bucky was crushed. His heart raced a million miles a second as he became flooded with more emotions than he thought possible. He didn’t know what to think, he didn’t know what to say, or how to process the information. Were you really just there to kill them? Was all of it a lie? Why didn’t you tell him about Zemo?

“Buck…” you spoke softly, not caring about the other two men. Bucky choked back another sob, shaking his head slightly and blinking away tears. “It’s not what you think, I promise,”

“You’re working for him?” Steve questioned, his voice stern and confused.

“Not-not necessarily,” you didn’t know how to explain it. You didn’t have time to go over the whole story, not that it would matter much anyway, they wouldn’t believe you, and based on the events of the night, you’d still be eliminating Tony if he didn’t stop his attack on Bucky.

“Nice friends you got here, Rogers,” Stark broke the silence and sent a blast directly to Steve. He blocked it with his shield and looked at you, but you had run off after Tony.

Bucky was caught in Stark’s grasp, being dragged across the ground as he desperately tried to fight him off. You leaped onto his back, wrapping an arm around his throat, and attempted to pull him back. Tony stumbled and released Bucky before throwing you across the room and being knocked away himself by Steve’s shield. Bucky got up, rushing over to you worried about your condition. The truth coming out didn’t stop him caring about you, and he knew all about circumstances needing explanations. You’d stuck by him through everything, the least he could do was give you the benefit of the doubt.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a panic as you groaned, your head starting to bleed from where it made contact with a pole. You just shook your head yes, slowly getting up and holding onto Bucky. Steve kept Tony busy while you ran away to the exit. The debris of the crumbling building swept through the air, stinging your eyes with dust and making you cough as you tried to find your way through it. Zemo was long gone, not wanting to stay behind to see the aftermath of his plan. Trusting that you’d still kill Tony, and Tony would kill both Steve and Bucky.

“Can you jump?” Bucky asked as he opened the large hatch on the ceiling. You looked up at the tall platforms leading to the roof–to the outside. Shit. You sighed, it was a long way to the top.

“Yeah, I can get up there,” you unhooked a small device from your belt. A mini grappling hook with enough strength to pull your body up to each platform. Bucky watched as you latched onto the first tier and flew through the air until you flipped onto the metal grate. The corner of his mouth twitched with a smile as he watched you effortlessly fling yourself to another platform.

A blast from Tony shook Bucky from his thoughts, dodging out of the way as he jumped and climbed the platforms himself. Steve was right behind Stark, trying desperately to fight him off and slow him down so that the two of you could escape but Tony blasted the shield away, leaving Steve with just his strength. Tony, now struggling with a damaged suit, aimed to fire at Bucky who was nearing you at the top of the room. His targeting system was too damaged to lock onto Bucky’s moving form, allowing him to reach the roof with you. You sat on the ledge, reaching your hand out to Bucky to grab to hoist himself up, but just as he reached for you, a single blast came flying through the air and made contact with the open hatch. Bucky grabbed your body and cradled it as you fell with the destroyed structure, now trapped inside.

You fell down a few platforms, grunting as you slammed into Bucky’s body that made contact with the metal floor. He lost his grasp on you and you rolled away, almost off the edge before catching yourself. Bucky groaned and immediately got eyes on you to make sure you were okay, which you were, you were a hell of a lot tougher than he thought. As you collected yourself, Tony flew up to your platform and tried attacking Bucky, who swung a pole at him. You jumped on Stark’s back and unsheathed your knife, stabbing into the creases of his suit to try and sever something. You heard him groan through his helmet and as you pulled the knife from the groove of his shoulder, it was covered in blood. You stabbed through again, and again, until he was too distracted to shoot at Bucky. Tony tried shaking you off, flinging your body from side to side in an attempt to get you to let go, but you held on, driving the knife further into his shoulder. Finally, Tony grabbed a hold of Bucky and let himself fall down the tall shaft. Steve jumped onto the three of you and pulled your weight faster, crashing you down hard to the concrete floor.

You yelled out in pain as your hip slammed the ground. Yup, definitely broken, fuck. You rolled to try and get some relief, unable to focus on anything but the sharp shattering pain shooting through your body. Bucky had rolled down further than you and laid there for a moment to collect himself. Meanwhile, Steve had resumed fighting Tony and was pinned underneath him as the suited-man threw punches. The new location was freezing, arches in the building led to the outside and brought in the snowy breeze, chilling your body to its core. You tried to focus on anything but your leg, but the pain of the cold felt just as bad. The sounds of the men fighting made you crawl to the edge of the floor, you were a little higher up than them and watched as Steve and Bucky traded the shield back and forth, trying desperately to knock Tony down.

Despite your hip, you couldn’t lay there and watch, you had to do something. You took a deep breath and swung your legs to the edge, sliding down the steep platform before crying out in pain when your heels hit the ground, jolting your hip. You reached into your boot and pulled out a small device in the shape of a star, with the press of a button it lit up and you tossed it onto Stark’s right arm. Immediately it zapped and shut down all systems in his arm making it unusable. He whipped his head around to look at you and Bucky took the chance to pin him against the wall, clawing at the arc reactor in his chest in an attempt to disable him. You tried to stand up, feeling like your hip would shatter even more under the pressure but needing to help Bucky.

As you slowly limped over, Tony blasted a beam from his chest, shooting off Bucky’s metal arm, leaving behind burnt sizzling wires. You screamed, falling to your knees beside him as he gasped for air. Despite the arm being metal, he could feel every single thing that happened to it, which made your heart ache for him that much more.

“Bucky? Bucky, hey, look at me,” you held his face as blood poured down his cheeks, the light going out in his eyes as he struggled to stay awake, “listen to me, I need you to stay awake okay? I love you so much, Bucky, please stay awake for me. I’m so sorry, god, I’m so sorry,” your tears dripped down onto his face, streaking through the blood. Bucky’s eyes were on you, he never let go of your gaze but he couldn’t speak, the pain was too overwhelming for him to manage words.

“I need you to know I never meant for this to happen, I thought I was just doing a job, I didn’t want this. He-he said Tony was going to hurt you, Buck, I didn’t want back in this life. I just want you, I just want to take you back to Bucharest, pick plums with you again, remember the market? We could run the stand together, Buck,” you were trying so hard to keep his attention, keep his eyes open and on you. You weren’t even aware of your surroundings anymore, it was just you and Bucky. All of the sudden, you felt a sharp pain in your ribs. It took you by surprise, the adrenaline of your panic over Bucky numbed it for a moment, until you looked down to see Bucky’s eyes wide with horror as a beam of light ripped through your ribcage.

“Buck?” you couldn’t even scream. The pain was so overwhelming that you could only manage his name before you fell over, lying unconscious next to Bucky. Bucky’s scream of anguish ripped through your subconscious as he watched you pass out. He thought you died. Your lifeless body lay on the cold ground with a searing hole through one side of your ribs.

That was the last thing you remembered. When you woke up, you were laid up in a hospital bed, thick bandages wrapped tightly around your ribcage as you struggled to breathe. The soft beeping of your monitor was the only sound you could hear as you groggily shifted in bed. No one was around, not even a nurse. You heard the monitor’s beep pick up pace as you remembered Bucky, concern for him replaced every feeling you felt for yourself. You were frantic to find him, find out what happened to him.

A doctor finally came into the room and calmed you down, telling you to take it easy so you don’t open your sutures. You calmed down enough to notice that she wasn’t a regular doctor, her attire was odd. A lab coat with a tech logo on it, glasses that you could see had a camera right in the middle of the frames, and on her clipboard were blueprints and mechanics to some sort of device. Before you had time to question her, she handed you a small card.

“Someone left this for you,” she motioned to a bouquet of flowers sitting on the bedside table. You opened the card, weakly thumbing over the scribbled ink as you tried to adjust your eyes to read it.

He’s gone. Take care of yourself, Y/N. -Steve.

You felt your heart fall to the floor, tears immediately pouring from your eyes as you uncontrollably sobbed. The sutures ripped open, causing you to bleed onto your mattress but you didn’t care. Bucky was gone. Your Bucky was gone. Zemo was right. Tony Stark was going to kill him and you failed your mission to protect him.

–Present Day–

1:27 AM.

Your eyes dragged closed, finally allowing the exhaustion to take over your body. The soft clack of the ceiling fan chains rhythmically lulled you to sleep, darkening your mind as the nothingness washed over you. Slumber, sweet, sweet, sleep. Your breathing calmed down as you fell into the black void of your unconscious. A few moments passed as you rested, mind on nothing, no dreams ever visited you anymore, just the images of Bucky lying on the ground with no arm, screaming out to you as you fell to the ground. As the first flash of Bucky’s pain-filled face appeared in your mind, you shot your eyes open, jolting up from the bed and sitting up in the dark in realization.

Gone.

Gone. Not dead. He said gone.

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