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I Gotta Take This.
Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 1k
ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+
C/W: Language, Bucky sends a dickpic, reference to his beautiful cock 😏, implied sex
It was becoming increasingly more difficult to pay attention to the mission briefing the longer Bucky Barnes continued to undress you with his stupid, blue eyes from across the room.
‘Stop staring at me, weirdo.’ You text him from beneath the table, turning your attention back to Steve and Tony before either of the men standing and addressing the room had the opportunity to catch you on your phone.
You weren’t surprised when the device buzzed against your thigh no more than thirty seconds later.
‘It’s hard not to stare when I keep imagining you naked’
Motherfucker.
‘Keep it in your pants, Barnes.’ You text back quickly, shifting in your seat to keep your phone obscured. You glance back up at him to where he sits across the long table in front you, his head bowed slightly as he reads the message, a devilish smirk beginning to stretch across his face.
Oh goddamnit, you know that look.
Your eyes flit back down to your lap in anticipation just as the notification pops up for a new message. You open it and immediately fumble, nearly dropping your phone as you quickly try to close out of the photo he’d just sent you of his hand wrapped around his thick and angry cock. You were so focused on trying to ensure Nat and Clint seated opposite you hadn’t seen the picture that you hadn’t realized how indiscreet you were being until Steve cleared his throat.
“Everything okay over there?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his muscular arms over his chest.
“Ye- Yeah. Yeah. Fine.” You reply, your voice an octave higher than normal and you notice Bucky stifling a laugh from across the table.
“Right, let’s refocus then.” Steve says sternly, turning back to the screen behind him. As soon as the super soldier’s back is to you, you whip your phone back out, typing frantically.
‘What the hell is wrong with you!? Do you just keep dick pics on deck for your convenience?’
You watch Bucky grin as he leans back in his seat, fingers moving swiftly across his screen, before slowly raising his head back up to pin you under his intense gaze as your phone vibrates yet again.
‘Empty conference room. Down the hall. Make an excuse.’
You blink a few times, staring at the message in disbelief.
He’s out of his mind. There’s no way you’re going to-
‘Now.’
This man would be the death of you.
You scoot your chair back and stand up, drawing the attention of every Avenger in the room.
“I’m so sorry but I have to take this phone call.” You lie, avoiding their stares by looking back and forth between the door and the phone in your hand to feign urgency.
Tony scoffs. “Now? It can’t wait?” He asks with clear annoyance in his tone.
You shake your head, walking backwards towards the door. “It can’t. It’s important. I have to take this.” You repeat, pretending to pick up the call while you tilt your head to pin the phone between your ear and shoulder. “Hello?” You ask absolutely no one as you slip out the door and into the hallway.
Bucky manages a solid two minutes of impatience, leaned forward in his seat and bouncing his leg while the team deliberates on if they should wait for you to return or continue without you, before he stretches, groaning dramatically.
“Well, seems like she’s gonna be a while.” He states, standing up and rolling his shoulders. “I’m gonna go take a leak.”
“The old man can’t hold his bladder?” Tony mocks, tipping back in his seat and kicking his feet up on the table. Steve rolls his eyes and shakes his head, walking over and shoving Tony’s feet back onto the floor. “Keep your feet off the table.” He grumbles, taking a seat in the empty chair next to him.
“I’m sorry, do you have a problem with me kicking my feet up on the table I paid for?” He asks sarcastically. Steve doesn’t reply, only mumbling under his breath as he leans forward on his elbows.
“We should get back to the meeting.” Bruce suggests, setting his tablet down and removing his glasses. “We still have a lot to cover.”
“We can wait, she’s probably finishing up her phone call by now and it doesn’t take but a minute for Bucky to run to the bathroom.” Steve responds, drumming his fingers against the table top.
Natasha stifles a laugh and Clint elbows her hard in the side. “Ow! Seriously?” She asks, turning to glare at him.
Steve raises his eyebrow. “What’s funny?”
Natasha shrugs. “I’m just thinking they’re both probably going to be gone for a while.”
Tony leans his head back, rolling his eyes and letting out a groan and Steve looks between him and Natasha before frowning. “No, they should be back any minute.” He says, his expression growing puzzled.
Natasha can’t hold back her laughter any longer and Clint slumps forward, dropping his forehead to rest on the table. “Captain clueless over here.” He mumbles against the wood.
“Okay, what am I missing?” Steve asks, growing frustrated.
“I’m pretty sure they’re fucking.” Natasha replies, struggling to keep a straight face at Steve’s naivety.
His eyes widen and he sits upright in his seat. “Language!” He stammers, looking at her in disbelief. “And that’s just- that’s definitely not-“
“It definitely is.” Clint interjects, lifting his head and tossing his arms up. “I mean, come on. It wasn’t even subtle.”
“What? No, she said she was taking a phone call and he said-“ Steve begins to argue but Natasha’s laughter causes him to trail off as he furrows his brows and crosses his arms.
“I got this.” Tony says, tilting his head up towards the ceiling. “J.A.R.V.I.S.?” He asks aloud.
“Yes Mr. Stark?”
“Can you do a sweep of our empty offices?”
“Just a moment.”
Tony gestures his hand vaguely as he looks at Steve with his eyebrows raised.
“Movement detected in conference room B.”
Tony smirks, giving Steve a smug expression before addressing J.A.R.V.I.S. again.
“Let me guess, Y/N and Barnes?”
“That would be correct, sir.”
A/N: Yeah, idk. This is just popped into my head and I needed to bring it to life. I typed it up in a whole five minutes so I apologize for any and all mistakes. 🫣
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Request Fest
This morning I woke up to a happy milestone here...
Even after rooting out (reporting and blocking) the deluge of pornbots that have come out of the woodwork the past couple of weeks, we've all of a sudden skyrocketed to 300 followers around here! I started this account and only started posting stories last July, and I didn't have any big expectations, I only wanted to start writing again for me and maybe have some fun sharing it.
And you have all made this considerably more fun by jumping on board, sharing, commenting... I literally adore and burst over the things you drop my way whether it be a keysmash, a gif, questions, commentary, declarations, anything and everything!
So to actually celebrate YOU incredible folk, I thought something really and truly for YOU would be in order...
Between now and Sunday, April 23, I'll take at least five of your requests and turn them into 300-3k word drabbles, head cannons, imagines, or fics! I'm off this weekend, so we may get more than five out of this, but I figured let's start with an attainable goal, and maybe I'll surprise and exceed expectations rather than fail to hit the goal hahaha...
HERE BE THE SPECS TO REQUEST:
You can be as vague or as specific as you want - I don't know how many requests this will bring in, and sometimes a very vague prompt or challenge will send me immediately into a lightning bulb moment, and sometimes a request-to-order might tickle my fancy, IDK
I AM MAKING NO PROMISES
THE MUSE WILL REACT TO WHAT THE MUSE WILL REACT TO
But here's a smorgasbord of things you can pick and parcel out to put in a request...
WHO: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov, Joaquin Torres, Namor the Submariner, Thor, Carol Danvers, Matt Murdock, maybe some Jennifer Walters or Kamala Kahn, Nick Fowler, Hogwarts Founders, Tom Riddle, Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black... you can request other characters but I may be less able/inclined to fulfill the request
WHAT: fluff, smut, dark, AUs, what ifs, missing scene scenarios, MCU between film things, a follow up to something I've already written
WHEN: medieval to now/near future
WHERE...I ALREADY KNOW I WON'T GO: I won't write college AU, DBF, stepcest, DDLG, watersports, underage
WHY: WHY NOT?
HOW: Drop an ask no later than Sunday with the request/challenge/idea/scenario/gif or pic inspo - again, I make no promises, but I am stoked to see what you send my way and I think this could genuinely be a blast
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!
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Love like the movies // Bucky Barnes
One - When Harry met Sally
Synopsis: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. Growing up, Bucky had not a doubt in his mind that his undeniable charm and his gorgeous smile would one day help him find the one. Now he realizes there’s so much more to romancing women, especially those from the 21st century. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is not a love story. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for EP1 of TFATWS)
[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]
“ Now in the movies they make it look so perfect
And in the background they're always playing the right song
And in the ending there's always a resolution
But real life is more than just two hours long “
Some Avett Brothers song sounds from the little radio that sits on the corner of the counter. Thick drops of rain pearl against the window, racing each other down the glass before meeting up eventually and becoming one with each other.
(Y/N) refills the last of the mustard bottles, setting it on the counter next to the others. It’s a quiet night at the diner. The kitchen’s been closed for an hour now and usually, that’s when people stop coming in. While the Little Blue Diner is known for their hot dogs and burgers, neither their coffee nor their cold sandwiches are gonna win any prizes any time soon.
And yet …
Sure enough, as her eyes lift towards the figure slouched down in the corner booth, his gloved hand is already outstretched, signaling his desire for yet another refill.
A mixture between a chuckle and a scoff tumbles from her lips at the thought of him wanting more of the slightly burned liquid. If there’s one thing (Y/N) can admit to being bad at, it’s brewing coffee. Where there should be a rich brown color, hers usually ends up with an inky black hue and instead of leaving a hint of warm caramelization on your tongue hers just tastes bitter. It doesn’t seem to face the man in the corner though. Not even a little bit. To say this worries her is a bit of an understatement. No one in their right mind would take 7 refills of her witch's brew.
“ You okay, my dude ? “ (Y/N) inquires as she steps up to his table, coffee pot in hand.
The man doesn’t look up at her. He doesn’t have to. She’s acutely aware of the character currently occupying the corner booth. It’s a face she knows like the back of her hand. One that’s been staring at her from books and documentaries, one she’s been greeted by every time her dad took her with him to the Smithsonian. Though they do not dare look up at her, she’s so awfully familiar with the bright blue shade of his eyes, he might as well be a long-time friend.
“ I’m fine. “
Of all the lies in the world, “I’m fine” must be the most unbelievable one and yet the one told most often. No one who’s actually fine ever says those words. Those two words are reserved for the lonely and broken only. It’s like getting “I’m not fine at all” tattooed across your goddamn forehead.
“ Sure you are, that’s why you’re having the 7th refill of my god awful coffee. “
“ ‘s not that bad. “
“ Sure, if you’re into licking charcoal it’s probably not that bad. “
It’s just a split of a second, a fraction of a moment, but (Y/N) is sure she can see the corner of his lips lifting slightly. It falls back into the stoic scowl immediately but it was there. For a teeny tiny moment, there was the shadow of a smirk on his face and that’s a success in her book.
“ Either way, here’s how we’re gonna do this. I’ll give you one last refill, after that, I’m cutting you off, my friend. I know I’m a waitress and it’s my job to bring you what you want but I do not fancy watching you suffer a caffeine-induced heart attack in this very diner. I am not equipped to handle a situation like that and quite honestly they don’t pay me enough to deal with that either. “
His eyes are still trained on the scratched-up white linoleum table but ever so faintly he nods his head in silent agreement.
As promised, she pours him one last cup of coffee. A brew so dark it could rival the bubbling goo of a tar pit.
“ Enjoy your last cup of the night, Mr. Barnes. “
It’s then, as she’s just about to walk back behind the counter, as those words leave her lips, that he looks up for the first time since he’s walked in.
His eyes are the exact shade of blue she’s so familiar with but there’s something else about them. An infinite sadness haunts every spec of blue. Where she thought there would be a sparkle of adventure, a hint of mischief, there is just loneliness. This is not the man she’s read about in museums, heard about in stories. This man right here is completely and utterly lost.
“ I - I uh — “
He clears his throat, once, twice, then nervously brushes his hand across his face.
“ I can go if you don’t want me here. “
“ Huh? “
“ I asked if you want me to leave. “
As those words escape him, his eyes seem to grow even more devastated. They glimmer with memories of a time long gone and a future uncertain. Shine with hurt and fear.
“ Why would I ask you to leave? “
Bucky shrugs his shoulders in a way to make it look nonchalantly. It’s hard to seem casual though when you seem to carry the weight of the entire world on your shoulders.
“ People who recognize me usually aren’t so keen on having me around. I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m uh — I’m not people’s favorite person. “
It’s a sad thought, (Y/N) realizes, to be constantly bound to a past that is yours but never really belongs to you. To be forever linked with the horrible actions of a version of yourself you had no control over. And no matter how hard you try to set it all right and to repent for your wrongdoings, to some people it will never be enough.
“ No, you don’t have to leave, “ (Y/N) reassures before sliding into the booth opposite him. “ I don’t know you because of — because of what happened. I know you first and foremost as Sergeant Barnes, former officer of the 107th Infantry Regiment, part of the Howling Commandos, and best friend and brother to Steve Rogers. Everything else that’s — none of my business really. “
Bucky lifts his eyes off of the table again and while the sadness is still there, something else lingers for a moment. Curiosity, intrigue maybe, or just relief.
“ Wow. Didn’t think I’d run into someone reciting my life to me. Huh. “
“ My dad used to be a curator at the Smithsonian. He was in charge of the Captain America exhibition. I’ve seen your face a million times, visiting him at work. I gotta say though, you look way more approachable and friendly on the picture they put up. “
This time, it’s more than a fleeting moment, this time she’s sure about it, this time he lets out an actual chuckle.
“ I was a lot younger then, okay? Cut an old man some slack. “
“ Oh, you pulling the old man card now? “
“ Is it working? “ he asks, eyebrows raised in question.
“ Not really. “
“ Ah, what a shame.”
Silence settles upon them again like a thick duvet filled with feathers, it’s not uncomfortable but it’s smothering anyway.
“ Do you wanna talk about it? Your sour mood, I mean.”
Bucky shrugs again “I have a therapist.”
“ Does she make you draw your feelings? “
He smiles again at that question. His smile, (Y/N) thinks, ain’t the worst thing she’s ever seen. She wouldn’t mind seeing it more often.
“ No. Why? “
“ Mine did. She stopped pretty quickly though, I guess my drawings were too detailed and gory for her.”
“ Huh. “
“ Mmmh.”
After another sip of coffee, one he takes without grimacing, without showing any sign of disgust for the burnt brew, Bucky speaks up again.
“ Mine thinks I’m lying to her. “
“ Are you ?”
“ Well yeah, but she doesn’t need to know that.”
“ Maybe telling her the truth would help you. “ (Y/N) suggests only to be met with a determined head shake No from Bucky.
The notification sound of a phone pulls them from their conversation and at the sight of the name on the display, Bucky lets an “oh shit” slip from his lips.
“ Don’t you sound excited about getting texts from your friends, “ (Y/N) jokes
“ I had a date last night. That’s her. “
“ Since she’s texting you I assume it went well. “
Bucky grimaces at her words, slightly shaking his head in disagreement.
“ No? “
“ I mean, I had fun and it went well — at first. She’s really sweet. But then we started talking and I may have run. “
“ Ran where? “
“ Away. “
“ Away as in you left. “
“ Mm-mmh”
“ Just like that? “
“ Yup. “
“ Why? “
He throws up his arms in frustration and shakes his head again as if to gather all his thoughts and rattle them neatly back into place.
“ I don’t know, okay? I haven’t been on a date since the 1940s. Everything I know about women and dating and romance seems antiquated. I’m overwhelmed and confused and I just don’t wanna do anything wrong.”
“ Dude, you ran from your date without any explanation. How much worse could you have handled it? “
“ Yeah well, hindsight is 20/20. “
While his words try to sound light and nonchalant, his shoulders tense and his whole demeanor seems to shift back into the gloomy state he’s been in since he entered the diner. Like a big cloud that’s following him around, casting shadows at all times and hardly allowing any light to shine through.
“ Look, I don’t think any of us know what the heck we’re doing half the time. Like, trust me I know what I’m talking about. Online dating means I have to choose between men who think posing with a dead fish will make me want to sleep with them, men who think knowing obscure Star Wars facts can replace having an actual personality, and men who send me pictures of their … privates without me ever giving any indication of wanting to see those. So yeah — dating can really s - be frustrating. “
Bucky regards her for a second, the right corner of his lips pulled into a lazy lopsided smirk.
“ Did you just censor yourself because you don’t wanna swear around me ?”
“ Maybe, but that’s beside the point. The point is, we’re all just human and in the end, we’re all just looking for someone to like us the way we are, all quirks and issues and baggage included. I know women might seem intimidating but really all we want is to be loved and appreciated. And not the over-the-top build-you-a-house, the notebook kind of love. More like the Harry and Sally kind.“
(Y/N) can almost see the gears working inside Bucky’s brain, the desperate attempt to make any sense of all the words and phrases she’s just thrown at him. A jumbled mess of pop culture references swirls through his head like a swarm of bees, chaotic and messy.
“ I have no idea what you just said. “
“ When Harry met Sally? “
Bucky just shrugs and shakes his head.
“ You’ve never seen it? “
“ I’ve been a bit preoccupied with being blipped away into oblivion for the last 5 years. So I haven’t really had the time to get into movies yet. “
This time it’s the gears in her own head that start turning.
“ What are you doing Friday night ? “ she asks, biting her lip in nervous anticipation.
“ I — I don’t know. “
That’s a bit of a lie, really. He does know. It’s the same thing he does pretty much every other day. He gets some takeout, brings it home, sits down in front of the tv, tries to get lost in whatever show they put on, fails at doing so, reads a few pages of a book, lays down to sleep, and then wakes up a little while later to yet another nightmare, tangled up in sweaty sheets, heart racing.
(Y/N) doesn’t need to know any of that though. He doesn’t tell his therapist so why would he tell a random stranger.
“ Well, don’t make any plans. We’re gonna kill 2 birds with 1 stone. “
“ We are? “
“ Yeah. Trust me on this one. “
“ I don’t even know you. “
“ Sure you do. “ (Y/N) says and taps the tag pinned to her baby blue polo shirt with the diner’s logo on the back. “ I’m the one who serves you just enough coffee to keep you happy but not have you die a painful and honestly mildly embarrassing death. “
Every part of him screams at him to say no. To stay away from her the way he does from most other people, even Sam. To get up and get out and not cause any more damage than he already has in other people’s life. But then he remembers his therapist's words, he remembers Leah’s face full of confusion and disappointment, he remembers the empty feeling in his chest. That feeling of pure and utter loneliness.
“ Alright, Friday works for me, (Y/N). “
“ Perfect, Bucky. “
“ Bring a jacket. “
The address and “Bring a jacket” that’s all she’s texted him. No explanation, no plan, nothing.
Bucks leans against the streetlamp, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. Anxiety is washing through his system like tidal waves on a stormy ocean. This whole being spontaneous thing was much easier back in the 40s. When his shoulders weren’t so heavy with guilt. When he didn’t have to constantly face the consequences of his actions. Consequences of a past he can never quite outrun no matter how far he goes and how hard he tries.
Maybe this is good, he has to remind himself. Getting out of his comfort zone, if that even exists for him. Opening himself up to new opportunities. Maybe even make a friend. (Y/N) seem nice enough, if a bit peculiar.
His shrink would be proud of him. Getting out there, talking to people, being approachable. This must for sure earn him some kind of gold star equivalent in her notebook.
“ Hey there, Mr. Grumpyface. “
(Y/N)'s voice cuts through the chilly New York night like headlights through thick fog. She strolls towards him, lips pulled into a big bright smile. Leading up to tonight he’s spent quite a lot of time wondering if this is some kind of project for her, if maybe she sees him as a sort of charity case. Something to earn her karma points. It wouldn’t be the first time. But the genuine joy radiating from her face lets those worries melt away instantly.
Maybe, Bucky thinks, she really just thinks he’ll make a good friend. And maybe he can.
“ Hi, (Y/N). “
“ You brought a jacket” she points out, pinching the black leather between her fingers. Her nails are painted in various shades of red, each finger a different hue.
“ I did. You told me to. “
“ And you listened! “
“ Why wouldn’t I ? “ Bucky inquires, a look of confusion settling on his face.
“ You wouldn’t believe how many men think wearing a jacket when it’s cold out somehow clashes with their need to demonstrate their masculinity. “
“ Wow. “ he exclaims.
“ Yeah. So anyway, you ready to go up? “
She nods her head towards the house across the street. It’s a slim multiple-story brick building with rusty fire escapes. It looks like a residential lot, not much else that could give away (Y/N)’s plan for the rest of the night.
“ Up? “
“ Mm-mh. “ (Y/N) nods and motions towards the top of the building. “ to the roof. “
“ The roof? You’re not planning to push me off or anything, right? I don’t usually spend time with strangers on rooftops. “ he tells her, a smirk lifting the sides of his lips.
She grants him a smile in return. One of those that you try so hard to suppress but despite your best efforts they find their way onto your face anyway. Because some smiles demand to be smiled. And her smile is pretty cute, he thinks, it deserves to be seen.
“ Foiled again, damn Bucky. I’m a waitress with a useless degree in literature and creative writing but assassinating you was exactly what I had planned for tonight. Couldn’t let me have that one, huh? “
“ Sorry to spoil all the fun. “
She softly bumps her shoulder against his right side as she passes him and crosses the street. Her red skirt flutters around her knees like a ribbon of fire, bright and warm and —
“ You coming, grumpy ?”
“ Yeah uh — yeah sure. “
The walk upstairs is filled with chatter from her and nodding from Bucky. It’s been like this most of the time since — well since he’s really back. Other people usually do the talking and Bucky listens. It works most of the time. Works with Yori. Sometimes though, sometimes it doesn’t. He can see people getting frustrated with him. Hell his own therapist does and she knows the baggage he has to carry around.
This is different though, (Y/N) doesn’t seem to mind much. She’s a waterfall of words and topics and doesn’t seem to get bored or annoyed with him. It’s nice.
A heavy iron door swings open as they reach the top of the building and as soon as they step out onto the rooftop balcony they get engulfed in an ocean of lights. They’re strung from one end of the roof to the other and back again. Next to the door, a little makeshift bar is set up, and a guy in a Star Wars shirt hands out beers to people.
Multicolored deck chairs and beanbags are haphazardly placed across the entire roof, all pointing towards the corner furthest away from the door where a big white sheet hangs spanned between two poles.
“ Sooo you gonna tell me what we’re doing here? “ Bucky asks again as (Y/N) steers him towards a cluster of chairs in the back.
“ Some peeps I went to university with, set up movie screenings here every once in a while. I could pull some strings and got to choose the movie. “
“ We’re gonna watch a movie? “
“ Not just any movie, “ she exclaims and drops down onto one of the plastic deck chairs that looks like it used to be bright pink once but is now but a bleached blush colour from being exposed to the sun too much. “ We’re watching when Harry met Sally. “
Bucky slumps down on the chair next to her, a blue one with white daisy patterns.
“ Me not knowing this movie really does bother you, huh? “
“ It’s a classic, might as well start with this one. And anyway, maybe this can help you get back into the dating game. Ya know, help you understand modern romance. “
“ You think so? “
She shrugs and starts fumbling around in her bag, “ I dunno. It might. And if it doesn’t at least you’ll spend your time watching a good movie and get to experience the blessing of my company. Ah-ha! There you go “
Her hand reaches out holding a bag of M&Ms.
“ I brought snacks. “
More and more people start occupying the chairs and bean bags and a few minutes later a guy steps up in front of the sheet. He’s wearing a shirt with a black and white bird pattern, huge glasses with a brown frame, and jeans that don’t cover his ankles. He’s tall and lanky and his hair is so messy, Bucky wonders if it’s intentional or if he just hasn’t brushed it in a while.
“ Hi guys, I’m Andrew. For those of you who don’t know me, I live in apartment 2B and I just wanna say thank you for showing up and welcome you to our movie night under the stars. A few days ago we received a special request from one of our good friends and because she let me stay on her couch for several months back during our college days and I still owe her for that I couldn’t reject her request. So thanks to Miss (Y/N) over there in the pink chair you now get to spend the next 90 minutes watching Meg Ryan fall in love with Mike Wazowski. Enjoy. “
As he steps away from the sheet, the lights are turned off and the MGM logo pops up on the screen.
“ Trust me, Bucky. This one’s so good.” (Y/N) assures before throwing some M&Ms into her mouth, now entirely focused on the movie.
It takes a while for Bucky to relax. Being around so many people and not having any fear of what’s lurking around the corner is still very new. Letting go is never as easy as it sounds. Eventually though, his nerves settle down a little and as the movie progresses, he finds himself relaxing more and more. Something he hasn’t done in a long time. Not since Wakanda.
Exactly 46 minutes into the movie, (Y/N) lets her eyes wander to her left where Bucky, until now, sat slumped into his seat. Still perpetually grumpy but more chilled out and relaxed than she’s seen him before. Until now. A moaning Meg Ryan visible making him uncomfortable.
“ You okay, grumpy? “
He doesn’t grant her a real answer, just scoffs and rolls his eyes. There’s a smile though, she’s sure. Somewhere hidden there is another smile.
“ So, what did we learn today? “
Bucky looks at (Y/N) who has her arms wrapped tightly around her middle shielding herself from the chilly night air. The movie night has ended a while ago and the two of them are slowly strolling along the New York City streets on the way back to (Y/N)’s apartment.
“ To take your own advice and dress warmer for a movie night? “
(Y/N) chuckles. “ No, grumpy. I meant the movie. “
He shrugs at her question. Quite honestly he hasn’t learned anything new. Nothing about the movie seemed in any way revolutionary to him nor does he see any benefit for himself and his dating life going forward. But the way she looks at him right now, expecting something grand not from him really but some beautiful consequences to her ideas, that makes him reconsider. Sure he could tell her that it was just a silly little movie about people falling in love but that would no doubt hurt her, even a tiny little bit. And if there’s anything Bucky has enough of, it’s hurting others.
“ I guess that men and women really can not be friends. “
“ Noooo! No. Is that really what you took from this movie? “
“ That’s literally what happened. “
“ Okay first of all it works, look at us! We’re friends! Second of all, that’s not what the movie is really about. It’s about love and vulnerability. It’s about overcoming all the tiny things that can work against you and your relationship. Like distance and timing and egotism. It’s about hiding who you are because really opening up to someone, being your authentic true self with all your faults and imperfections, that makes you vulnerable. And being vulnerable is fucking scary. But love is worth it anyway. That’s what the movie is about. “
As Bucky noticed before, some smiles demand to be smiled. They need to be smiled because they’re important and they mean something. The one gracing his face now, that’s one of those. One of those you remember because you feel them all the way in your heart.
“ You think we’re friends? “
“ Oh, are we — are we not? “
“ No. I — no, we are! I’d like to be friends. “
(Y/N) abruptly stops in her tracks, turns towards him, and holds out her hand. “ To friendship.”
“ We’re shaking hands on it? What is this, a business deal? “
“ You know what, yeah now that you mention it that’s pretty lame. “ (Y/N) agrees, balling her hand into a fist “ how about a fist bump, bro? “
Bucky reluctantly knocks his right hand against hers before continuing his walk down the street. “You call me bro again I’m canceling the friendship. “
“ Alright. Noted. “
“ So have you talked to the girl again? “
“ Hmm? “
“ The one you went on a date with? “
“ Oh, Leah. Uh — no.”
“ Why not? “
Bucky throws her a look. One that says “are you kidding me?”. One that says “ you know why.”
“ Cause I ran out. That’s embarrassing. She’s gonna think I’m insane. She’s never gonna wanna see me again. “
“ I sincerely doubt that. You just gotta say sorry. I know in Love Story — that’s a novel and also a movie from the 70s — they say that ‘Love means never having to say you’re sorry but that’s a load of bull. Just say sorry and ask her for a do-over. “
“ And then what? We play a rematch of battleships and talk about my trauma? “
“ Well, what did you do on dates in the 40s? “
That time, his youth, that seems like a different life altogether now. So much happened between then and now and the man he is now, has no relation to the boy he was then. Sometimes looking back hurts, makes it painfully obvious what he’s lost. But sometimes, like tonight, he can feel a hint of fondness coursing through him at the thought of times long gone.
“ Dancing, mostly.”
“ Like, ballroom dancing? “
“ Swing. “
“ You swing dance? “
“ I did. “
(Y/N) regards him through squinted eyes “ really? “
“ You don’t believe me? “
“ I don’t know. You don’t strike me as a dancer. “
Not a second later, Bucky’s gloved hand grabs onto her’s and twirls her towards him then away from him and back in.
“ You twirled me! “
“ Mm-mh.”
“ I’ve never been twirled. That’s so fun. “
It’s like autopilot taking over as Bucky holds onto her, twirling her again then pulling her in and swaying them in a circle. It’s not swing dancing, not even close but there’s no music either, and anyway, his dancing days are over. But sometimes you gotta make a point and if that means slow dancing in the middle of an empty street then that’s that.
The night wraps them in a blanket of comfort and intimacy as the stars and the New York skyline try to outshine each other. It’s a moment so peaceful, Bucky can’t remember the last time his heart felt so light, his mind felt so at ease, his entire being got to let go and just be alive and in the moment.
And then the shine of headlights rips them from their moment and makes them jump back onto the sidewalk.
“ Get off the road you fucking morons! “
“ Gotta love the big city folk. “
“ Yup. “
“ Hey, Bucky.”
“ What? “
“ You really can dance.”
“ Told you. “
“ Can I tell you a secret? “
“ Sure. “
“ I can’t dance for shit. “
“ That so? “
“ Yup. Which means you gotta teach me. “
“ Absolutely not.”
“ Oh, 100%! “
“ We’ll see about that.”
There are nights you try to forget. Nights that you wish to never ever remember. Ones that break you. That beat you down and leave you bruised and battered.
Then there are nights like this one that you want to hold onto for just a little bit longer. Those that fill you with joy and an immeasurable thirst for life. The ones that make you feel grateful to be alive right here and now.
The inevitable end of the night creeps closer as they arrive at (Y/N)’s front door. Neither of them really want to say goodnight but both know there’s no use in delaying it.
“ I hope you didn’t hate the movie too much, “ (Y/N) speaks up, leaning against the front door of her apartment complex.
“ No. It was fun! Although I still don’t know who Mike Wazulsky is. “
“ Mike Wazowski, he’s — you know what? That’s a conversation for another time. “
“ Alright, if you say so. “
“ Thanks for walking me home. “
“ Oh, yeah no need to thank me. It’s the right thing to do. “
For a moment they just stand and smile, trying to cherish the last few moments of this night.
“ We should do this more often. “ Bucky suggests, surprising even himself.
“ For sure. I still have so many movies to show you. “
“ Can’t wait. “
A slight sense of awkwardness falls over them as neither of them knows what to do. Go for a hug? Shakes hands? Wave goodbye?
“ I uh — I should go. “
“ Yeah, of course. Have a good night, Bucky.”
“ You too, (Y/N).”
“ Oh and Bucky? “
“ Yes? “
“ Give Leah a call. “
Bucky nods his head before turning around and walking back into the night.
As he takes the way back to his own home, there are only two things on Bucky’s mind: the vulnerability of falling in love and the question of who the hell Mike Wazowski was.
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Okay so what if Baby Buck sent a pic like that to Daddy Steve? What would his reaction be like??
Such a good question! I received a few of these since Seb blessed us with his sweet lil’ tush!
Daddy Steve would be highly amused but upon him immediately receiving this picture he would be calling Bucky. Because, “Buck! Are you outta your damn mind?! No one was around? You’re certain? Positive? No, it’s— no it isn’t about me being protective it’s— no. I’m just...alright yes it’s obviously about me protecting you, I just...Buck, that’s your bare ass out in the middle of a street! What if...what if someone saw you? No, no my voice isn’t an indication of my— Buck...”
And after a few minutes of reassuring his Daddy that no one was around on this random street in Nat’s grandma’s tiny town, that he was being safe, that he did have fun, it’s a beat of silence and then—
“Goddamn, look at you though. Why you wearin’ a coat in this picture? Why not show your Daddy everything? No, I know, I know I was just getting onto you but...shit, baby. Is it because it’s been a few days since I’ve seen you that I’m sittin’ here droolin’ on my phone? Fuckin’ ripe is what you are. When you comin’ home? Mmm, too long. Put that ass on the phone, let Daddy talk to that ass, sugar. Don’t be bashful now. Look what you just sent your Daddy a picture of, boy. M’hungry...”
Bucky would start to regret sending Steve a picture such as this when he can’t get Steve off the phone no matter what he says or does, when he has to excuse himself to go to the restroom to quietly whisper and whimper into his phone what he’ll let Daddy do to him once he gets home the next day. Rushed promises and bitten-off whimpers and “Yes, Daddy”s until Steve is satisfied and Bucky is left hard and needy and only kind of regrets sending his Daddy that picture.
Kind of...
Loved this, love them, love Seb and his cute little tush. Thank you, Nonnie! Lub you!
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Starting Over Chapter 11
While being stopped cold in the middle of a very hot moment with Bucky sucked, hearing that a shield that meant more than I could ever truly understand was being handed to some no name soldier who had a weak chin and looked ridiculous in the uniform that his best friend had made famous made going on with what we’d been doing less urgent somehow.
Bucky was still holding me, but my nightshirt -bunched in his hands, was forgotten. We listened as this man, Captain Jonathan F. Walker, beamed for the cameras at being named the new Captain America. I’d watched the news the day before, when Sam Wilson had donated the shield to the museum, but this? This was ridiculous.
“You didn’t know?” The announcement over, the daily anchors were back on the screen, going round and round with the news, on repeat I knew for the rest of the day. I turned my head so we were face to face again, but Bucky was still staring at the screen like he was still processing the news. That gave me my answer.
Bucky and I got dressed, once we untangled from our spot on the floor, and after he finally managed to work through the idea that Sam hadn’t simply given up the shield, but that the shield was now in the hands of someone that Steve hadn’t picked. He didn’t shut down, thankfully, and once we were dressed and downstairs he told me that he had to go see Sam.
He looked less than excited by the prospect. He was groaning as I handed him a glass of juice, telling him that I didn’t just not drink beer, but I wasn’t a fan of coffee either. “Sam,” he sighed. “Steve gave him the shield and I was -” he shook his head, taking the glass from me with one hand and pulling me close with the other. He pressed his face into my hair and inhaled. “I have to go see him, Brooke.”
I nodded, of course. It made sense that he wanted to hash it out with the one other person who knew Steve, and the person who he felt screwed the pooch. “You’ll call?” I really wished that there was a tone to ask that question that wouldn’t make me sound so fucking needy and clingy.
“I’ll call, I’ll text,” he promised, and I heard the smile in his voice. “If I have to, I’ll even learn how to Tik and Tok.” I giggled.
“You’d TikTok for me?” I pulled away and stared up at his face. He was staring down at me like he’d rather eat a live eel, but he nodded. “Wow, Bucky, I think you might like me.”
“Just a little bit,” he agreed, leaning down for a kiss that we were both grinning like idiots for the duration.
We drank our juice, and ate a little something, then Bucky pulled on his gloves and kissed me one last time before he went to find Sam Wilson. I had another long day of job hunting to look forward to, I thought, as I watched him walk away.
I managed to stay focused for half a day. Half a day of scouring job websites and classified ads, and I was thinking that I was destined to end up bored senseless for the rest of my natural life. Getting up to grab some leftovers, I heard the telltale chirp come from my cell phone and immediately thought “spam”. So I went ahead and put together my lunch, while it was in the microwave, I picked up the phone.
It was a picture of Bucky - I thought. It was shaking, but I could make out his jaw and eye, sort of, and it came with the message of: “W/Sam Ugh.”
I snorted and put down the phone, thinking that one day very soon, I was going to have to show Buck how to take a selfie that didn’t look like he was having a seizure while on a bucking bull while taking it. My lunch was on the first ding, so I stirred it and put it back in for the second round.
Picking up my phone again, I shook my head and tilted it. Holding the phone at a distance that would get my full face, I took a pic and sent it back to Bucky with a “too bad, I’m making lunch” message.
His next chirp came as I was pulling my lunch free from the microwave and carrying it to the table. Once I was sitting down, I tapped the screen and laughed.
“Not fair, UR cuter than Sam 2.”
I tried to get back to “work” after lunch, but honestly, there’s only so much job searching one human can do and not go batshit crazy. While I was waiting for some company to see how wonderful I was from a bunch of letters randomly arranged into a ton of words - I started thinking about my life before the Snap.
Before Thanos decided to come along and take away MY existence and so many others, I didn’t really have a set path. I had a job, of course, I was working at an ad agency. It wasn’t a huge one, but it was something to get my feet wet - or at least somewhere to figure out if I wanted to get my feet wet. I was staying at home and commuting into the city because it was cost efficient and honestly, my world revolved around my neighborhood.
The day it happened was my day off. Mom and Dad weren’t retired, not because they couldn’t afford to, but because they both liked the social aspects of their jobs. Mom as an RN, Dad as a supervisor at one of the many warehouses closeby. They didn’t keep the same long hours that they once did, but they still worked, and they were working that day. I was alone in the house, reading in my room. Lame. So damn lame.
I know people think that at the first sign or sound of trouble, everyone in New York would rush to the windows or turn on the news, but honestly after the invasion led by Loki and the first round of aliens not all of us were in a hurry to see what the fuss was about. By not all of us, I mean me. I was in junior high when that happened. When Bucky’s best friend, Captain America and his group of Avengers came to the rescue.
I steadfastly DIDN’T go looking for the source of the commotion. And in return, I had no idea what was coming - not that anyone really did.
The month before I’d been the maid of honor in my best friend’s wedding. I’d watched Connie walk down the aisle at the same church we’d both grown up in, taken first communion in, that we’d been so proud to be a part of - and I was so happy for her. She married Joey Amoruso, a guy she’d dated since we were in diapers, I swear.
Thinking about Connie, the one person who swore she hadn’t given up on me coming home someway, somehow, had me picking up my cell phone again. Opening my contacts, she was still at the top. Taking a deep breath, I hit send.
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Title: Baked With Love
A/N: This is a SamBucky Bakery AU based on the graphic novel Bloom
Summary: Bucky Barnes’ family owns a bakery in a small town. High school has long been over, and Bucky is dying to move to the city to pursue a musical career with his band. And his future looks promising, if he can just persuade his father to let him leave his job behind at their struggling family bakery.
It is no secret that Bucky used to love baking with his father, but things change. He just can’t fathom wasting his life away watching rising dough and hot ovens. With his mind made up to leave, Bucky convinces his father to advertise for a replacement. While interviewing candidates to fill the position he has vacated, Bucky meets Sam Wilson: An easy-going guy who is as eager about baking as Bucky is about leaving. They bond over baking and become close. Love looks like it is ready to bloom between them if Bucky, in his haste to escape, does not ruin it.
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The joyful laughter and chatter rose high above the music as the guests of the backyard wedding danced gleefully. Bucky sat over near the wall and lifted his head to see his sister’s smiling face. Becca looked so happy as she threw her head back and then twirled around the dancefloor. He was pleased for her, and glad that she was finally getting away from their small town, but somewhere deep inside he knew what it meant for him: More time at his family’s Bakery and less of a chance of him actually leaving as well. He frowned to himself and placed his drink down on the empty chair beside him. He watched the smiling partygoers a moment longer until his vision was impeded by a man’s figure.
“Bucky, why aren’t you out there enjoying yourself?” asked his father, George. “It’s your sister’s big day and you’re sat here with a face like a cat’s ass.”
The young man rolled his eyes and said, “I just don’t feel like dancing, Dad. Kinda wanna be alone right now.”
“At a celebration?”
“Yeah.”
George shook his head and said, “I’ll never understand you young people. Today isn’t about you, but you’re making it about you.”
“I’m not doin’ anything, Dad,” Bucky retorted, feeling annoyed. “You’re makin’ it about me. Why can’t you just let me be?”
Before his father could reply, Becca was standing next to George with her hand held out to her brother.
“C’mon,” she said as Bucky took hold of her hand and then stood.
“Where’re we goin’?”
“I just need to talk to you a minute,” she said, before kissing their father on the cheek. “We’ll be back in a sec.”
Becca led Bucky up the stairs into her old bedroom and closed the door. She walked to her closet and pulled out her sneakers before sitting down, kicking off her heels, and pulling the comfortable shoes on.
“Ugh, my feet are so sore,” she sighed as she laced the sneakers. “Glad to get these off.”
“Bec, you wanted to talk?” asked Bucky as he ran his fingers through his hair.
She patted the spot on the bed beside her and Bucky took a seat.
“Can you believe it, Buck?” she asked as she nudged his shoulder with hers. “I’m a married woman.”
He smiled a genuine smile and nudged her back before saying, “I’m happy for you.”
“I know, but you couldn’t tell that from the way you were moping around down there,” she proffered. “That moody musician thing really doesn’t suit you.”
“Sorry. I was just in my own head. I’m gonna miss havin’ you around.”
“Aww, I’m gonna miss you too, Buck.”
“And Dad’s gonna be on my case a lot more now.”
“Hey, he means well, you know?”
“I know, but it’s like he doesn’t support my dreams with the band.”
“He just doesn’t understand,” said Becca as she rested her head on her brother’s shoulder. “All he’s ever known is baking and taking care of his family. He wants what’s best for us.”
“I know, I just want to get outta here so bad, y’know?”
“Yeah, but Mom and Dad are gonna need your help around here for a while,” Becca explained. “Especially with me leaving.”
“You sound like Dad.”
“Well, he’s not always wrong about everything, Buck.”
“He told you to break up with Scott like five times or whatever, and now you’re married, so he’s definitely wrong sometimes.”
“Okay, smartass,” Becca said with a laugh. “All I’m sayin’ is, I’m moving out. The Bakery isn’t doin’ that great, and Mom and Dad are gonna need some help.”
“I get it, and I am helping,” said Bucky. “At least for a little while longer.”
One thing that Sam Wilson really loved about being back in the town where his father grew up was the abundance of fresh food. The fish markets were a literal five-minute stroll from his Gramma’s house, and the grocery stores stocked a lot of fresh, local produce. As someone who loved to cook, Sam was enjoying taking a languid walk through the store, with his shopping basket, while perusing the goods.
While it was only him staying in his family’s old house, his friends were making the trip to come and see him. He had made the decision to take time off from school to pack up his Gramma’s house after she had passed. He needed to get away from it all for a little while, so being in the town that held so many fond childhood memories for him was nice, even though it felt different without his Gramma there.
Sam was drawn from his thoughts by a loud squeal. He turned to see a woman, around his mother’s age, rushing toward him with a wide smile on her face. He did not recognize her, but she seemed to know him.
“Oh my god, Sam Wilson!” she said as she stepped into his personal space and went for a hug.
Sam stood frozen and offered a small smile.
“Hi,” he replied, not knowing what else to say.
The woman stepped back and let her eyes roam up and down Sam’s body before saying, “Look at you, all grown up.”
Her tone was quite suggestive, and Sam immediately felt uncomfortable. She reached her hand over and placed it to Sam’s bicep.
“My word, you look just like your father when we went to high school together,” said the woman as she gave Sam’s arm a squeeze.
“I’m sorry, I –”
“You don’t remember me?” she asked, with a pout and a flutter of her eye lids. “You were just a boy the last time I saw you, now look at you, looking every bit a man. Looking just like your father; goodness me, you’re built like him, too.”
Sam blinked a few times and didn’t say anything.
“What’re you doing here in town? Is your father here, too?”
“No, umm, Dad’s not uh, he’s not here. Just me. I’m packin’ Gramma’s house up.”
“Oh, so you’re here in that big house all on your own?”
“Y-yeah?”
“And you’re buying food to cook for yourself?”
“Yes, ma’am. Gotta eat.”
She dragged her eyes over his form once again and said, “Hmm, you do to keep a body like that well-fed.”
Sam did not know what else to say except to excuse himself.
“I really have to go now, but it was nice seein’ you.”
“Now hold on a minute,” she said, talking hold of his upper arm once more. “A fine-looking young man like you shouldn’t have to cook his own dinner. Why don’t I grab a bottle of wine and join you?”
“Oh, no thank you, ma’am,” said Sam as he began to back away. “That really isn’t necessary. But, uh, thanks for the offer? You have a good night.”
She looked disappointed, but ogled Sam one more time before saying, “Alright, say hello to that handsome father of yours.”
The alarm on Bucky’s phone sounded and he let out a groan. He did not usually have to do the early morning shifts, but since Becca had left, it was up to him. He rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. A quick shower would liven him up. He got ready and then made his way to the kitchen. His father was already there finishing his coffee. Father and son greeted one another, and Bucky made a beeline straight to the coffee pot.
“Ready for the day?” asked George with a smile.
“Ugh, how can you be so chipper at this ungodly hour?”
George shrugged and said, “I love what I do.”
Bucky didn’t say anything in reply. He wasn’t in the mood to bicker with his father, especially at that hour of the morning.
“Come on,” said George, taking his son’s silence as a hint that the conversation was over. “Let’s get to work.”
….
By the time a few customers started coming into the Bakery, Bucky was tired and covered in flour. They were not going to be baking anything else at that point because sales weren’t particularly great in recent times. Hardly anyone came into the shop anymore. Most of their profits were made from customers who still paid for deliveries.
“You’re back here sitting on your phone, James?” asked George. He only called Bucky James when he was annoyed with him.
Bucky removed his earbuds, lifted his gaze from his screen, and said, “Uh?”
“Your phone, you’re always on it.”
“I’m waiting for Steve to text me back,” Bucky explained. “He’s looking at apartments in the city today. Was gonna send me pics.”
“You’re still going on about moving when we need you here?”
“What about what I need?” asked Bucky as he paused the video of his band’s rehearsal. “Look at this.”
He held the phone out for his father to see, put the earbud in his ear, and then pressed play. The music started and George knit his brow as he removed the earbud and handed the device back.
“Son, what is this?”
“It’s my band, Dad.”
“You’re not even the singer.”
Bucky sighed and placed the phone back in his pocket.
“That doesn’t matter. I love music, you know that. Playing in this band with Steve, T’Challa, and Okoye is important to me. We’re gonna get an apartment and move away, Dad.”
“What about helping me and your mother?”
“I am helping.”
“But you’re leaving, also.”
Bucky sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He didn’t like being at odds with his father, but he wanted to do what he loved.
“You used to love helping me out in the Bakery when you were younger. Do remember how much fun we used to have?”
“Yeah, Dad, I do. But things change. I just don’t love it like I used to. I love music. When we couldn’t afford for me to go to school to study music, I didn’t make a fuss about it. I stayed here and helped out. Playing in the band with the guys has been good for me.”
“Bucky,” said George as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Me and your mother wanted you to go to college. It broke our hearts when we didn’t have the money to send you. We do want you to do what you love, we’re just having a tough time ourselves with the Bakery.”
Bucky and George stood a moment in the quiet until Bucky spoke again.
“Dad, I get it, and I’m not upset about it. I know we didn’t have the money and I know things have been tough, but I’m still leaving when Steve finds an apartment for us.”
George let out a loud sigh and then began to walk away.
“Wait,” said Bucky, as he reached out took hold of his father’s arm gently. “What if I find someone?”
“What d’ya mean?”
“If I find someone to replace me to help you out at the Bakery,” said Bucky, his eyes lighting up at his idea. “I could find someone really good, and then you’d get the help you need, and I can still leave.”
George sighed and said, “Let’s talk about it later. You should go make your deliveries now.”
Bucky placed the orders to the back of the Moped and then went to do his rounds. He enjoyed this part of working at the Bakery. He enjoyed getting out and about; feeling the wind in his hair; letting his mind go blank a moment in a welcome departure from all of the stress and worry. When he was scooting around town, he felt like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Having made the rounds, Bucky decided to take a shortcut on his way home. He rode up the small street of a residential neighborhood and some movement just ahead caught his eye. A guy, maybe a year or so older than him, was walking down a garden path carrying some trash. It was the day before the trash was to be collected, so there was nothing particularly interesting about it. Except the guy was drop-dead gorgeous.
Bucky could not tear his eyes away from the stranger, who was now looking right back at him. He didn’t know whether to smile or wave. He should have done something, other than stare at the dude like a creep. Perhaps watch where he was going, because just ahead were two trashcans full of smelly, discarded things.
Just before he was about to collide with the trashcans, Bucky regained composure and control, and straightened up. That could have been very embarrassing, he thought to himself, as he sped along home hoping the hot guy didn’t see his near-accident.
Misty Knight was rolling on her bed laughing as Sam shook his head and watched her through Skype. She was absolutely amused by Sam’s retelling of meeting the strange lady in the grocery store the previous evening.
“It’s not funny, Misty,” said Sam, even though he did miss his friend’s laughter.
“Sorry, Sammy,” she said while trying to recover. “It’s just typical, isn’t it? No matter where you go, someone’s hittin’ on you. Even old ass ladies in the grocery store.”
“I can’t believe my Dad knew her.”
“Can’t believe she was so shameless.”
“I know right,” said Sam as he ran his hand over his brow. “And offering to cook for me? Please, I know my way around a kitchen.”
“Oh, no, baby boy,” said Misty with a chuckle. “She wasn’t tryna cook for you, she was tryna eat you.”
“God, Misty, don’t say nasty things.”
“Sorry Sammy.”
“I wouldn’t have been in that situation if you didn’t put in a request for all the things you want me to cook while you’re here.”
“True, but you know I love your cooking,” she said with a smile. “Also, Riley’s comin’.”
“What?”
“He asked if I was going to see you, and I said yes, and he asked if he could come. Is that okay?”
“You should’ve asked first, Misty. But it’s cool. We’re friends and this’ll be a good reminder for him.”
“Plus, he’s got competition from the local thirsty-over-forty-crowd.”
Sam groaned and said, “Ugh. Why do I tell you anything? Change the subject please.”
“Alright. Alright. So, does it feel weird bein’ in the house on your own?”
“Yeah, kinda,” said Sam as he rubbed his hand over the back of his head. “It’s quiet. And feels sad.”
“I’m sorry, baby boy.”
“Thanks, pretty girl,” Sam proffered with a sigh. “It’s just that the last good memory I had was at Christmas time. The house was full of family and great food. Gramma was laughin’ and smiling so much you couldn’t even tell she was sick. She let me help her in the kitchen, and she never let anybody in her kitchen.”
Sam smiled a little sadly and Misty nodded her head before saying, “It’s nice that you got your love of cooking from her.”
Sam nodded his head and then said, “Oh, that reminds me, I found Gramma’s recipe book.”
“Oh my god, Sam, really? You looked for it everywhere after the funeral. Where was it?”
“Was right there on the shelf near her spice rack, Mist, I swear.”
“You looked there!”
“I know, right!” said Sam with an excitable look on his face. “It’s like it was just sittin’ there waiting for me.”
“Did you go through it?”
“Yeah, it’s still the most gorgeous book I’ve ever seen,” said Sam nostalgically. “All of our family’s recipes handwritten by Gramma and her Mama. Then it’s got my pancake recipe she let me write down. It’s so special.”
Sam felt the tears well in his eyes as he spoke; his voice cracked a little. Misty noticed.
“Hey, so you know what you should do?” she asked.
“What?”
“You should cook one of your Gramma’s recipes,” said Misty with a smile. “It’ll make you feel better, Sammy. I know it will.”
Misty was right. Sam had made a small, simple dish from his grandmother’s book. He immediately felt better. A tummy full of his Gramma’s mac and cheese always felt like a warm hug. He was going to be alright. He was.
After Sam cleaned his dishes and tidied up, he went to take the trash out front. He noticed someone flying along on a scooter. It was a young guy, probably around his age. The guy made eye contact and just kept staring at Sam, so Sam stared back, kind of entranced by the way the wind swept through his dark brown tresses.
Sam should have done something, other than stare back at the guy like some kind of creep. A wave or a smile would have done the trick. Instead, Sam was at a loss for words and actions. He almost called out when the guy nearly hit a couple of trashcans a few doors down, but he was gone before Sam could do anything. He walked back to the house wondering if he would ever see the stranger again.
After Bucky returned home, he parked the Moped near the Bakery and then went inside to clean up. After he was done, he locked up he made his way inside his family’s home. Dinner was already on the table and his mother, Winnie, asked if he was going to have something to eat.
“Sorry, Ma,” said Bucky with an apologetic smile. “I’m off to band practice now.”
“You can’t have a meal with your family?” George asked as he stepped into the room and sat down.
Bucky let out a sigh and said, “Music is important to me. I don’t wanna roll dough for the rest of my life.”
He knew his words hurt his father as soon as he had spoken them.
“There’s nothing wrong with being a baker,” was George’s reply.
“I know,” Bucky said when he saw the hurt in his father’s eyes. “And I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant that music is what I wanna do, and practice will make sure I’m good at it. I gotta go.”
“At least take a bread roll with you,” said Winnie softly.
“Thanks, Ma,” said Bucky as he inched toward the door before stopping. “I’ll make the flyers up later to advertise the position and get them posted tomorrow. It’s gonna be okay, Dad.”
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Summer lovin’ - Starker
break up make up fluff, some possessive/jealous tony, and some healthy relationships over here!
It feels damn good to be back for Senior year.
Summer settles neatly onto the past of Tony’s shoulders, and he steps through the main entrance with a smile on his face.
Immediately, his crew flock to him. Abandoning their lockers- newly painted after summer- and eagerly inquiring after lunch plans and new timetables.
“I heard about Pete,” Steve says quietly, bumping Tony’s shoulder in solidarity. “That sucks man, I’m sorry.”
“I’ve had all summer to get over it,” Tony sighs. He’d hoped it would be old news by the time school started. They’d had over two months for the gossip to die down. He should’ve known it was a long shot. “It was amicable. Mutual.”
“Doesn’t have to be,” Natasha grins slyly, “we can say you dumped his sorry ass.”
He knows she’s teasing, but he trips her up just in case she’s not.
*
It only takes a week to settle back into old routines.
He cruises by in classes like always, relying on his natural flair and intelligence to get him by, and football season starts up again. The freshmen learn their place quickly, check the rungs of the social ladder and know where to sit in the cafeteria. Tony’s at the top, of course, and it’s all pretty great. He likes seeing new faces of admiration to add to his narcissism bank.
He’s walking down the hall on a Tuesday morning, when he looks up and by chance, catches a glimpse of Peter Parker setting books into his locker.
It’s the first time he’s seen him in a long time. Summer’s done him good. His freckles are all pronounced, hair longer and curlier than Tony remembers, in a cream sweater and tight green pants that should awful but just look good.
“Tony,” Peter smiles, voice soft, and Tony had thought he was over it, but his heart jerks and flips like he was punched in the chest.
“Pete,” he manages, coming to a staggered stop by the boy’s locker. “How was your summer?”
Peter bounces on his heels the way he always does when he’s excited. “Math camp was awesome!” and he barrels into an enthusiastic regaling of the few weeks away. “I haven’t- haven’t seen you since we’ve been back.”
Tony nods. “Big year.”
Peter meets his eyes. “I’ve missed you. We could…hang out, if it’s not…I mean, it’s probably weird-“
“Not weird.” Tony murmurs, even though it is weird. “We could get milkshakes sometime when you’re free.”
Steve and Natasha are sending him curious looks from across the hall.
“That’d be great,” Peter beams, “I’ll text you?”
*
He’s over it, he says to himself, watching Peter suck down a strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream.
He’s over it, even as Peter manages to pry him open the way even his own mother can’t.
He’s over it, even when Peter touches his wrist and says that he doesn’t have to play football if he doesn’t want to. And that MIT will definitely accept his college application.
“I was thinking,” Peter’s cheeks blush, a lovelier shade than the milkshake, “I might apply to MIT too. That could be kinda fun, right? Imagine if we both got in?”
Totally not over it, Tony thinks to himself, as he imagines four years of college with Peter B. Parker.
*
“So, what’s the 411?” Nat asks in the cafeteria, squinting at her pudding cup.
“The what?”
“The lowdown, c’mon, Tony, you and Peter broke up right after the semester finished. No one saw you all summer. And now you’re friends? I want details.” Her eyes light up with possibilities, “was he cheating with that guy from Harrison college like you thought?”
He has to close his eyes, shame rushing through his system, “no, he wasn’t. We’re- we’re in a good place. It’s good.”
“Where were you all summer?”
“I was working on myself, that’s all. A little fine tuning, here and there. It wasn’t too hard. Can’t really improve on perfection.”
She throws her pudding cup at him.
*
Contrary to popular belief, Tony’s never actually started a fight before. Never thrown a punch.
He has now though. There are bruises on his knuckles.
“We have to break up,” he says to Peter, on the last day of school, tucked away under the bleachers near an empty field. Everyone’s pulling pranks inside as per tradition.
Peter nibbles on his bottom lip, and his lashes are long and his eyes are huge. “We love each other,” he points out, but he doesn’t sound beseeching. He’s nodding, like he thinks they should too.
That gives Tony the final push. He’s making the right decision. “I love you so much, Pete.”
“I love you too, Tony. But I think you’re right.”
“Is Harry okay?”
Peter looks away and Tony feels ashamed. “He’s fine. He’s not- he’s not angry with you or anything.”
“Tell him I’m sorry again, anyway,” he swallows hard, ducks his head. “And are you…are you okay?”
“I can’t believe you thought I’d-“
“I didn’t, really-“
“I would never do that to you, Tony.”
“I know, I know.” Tony takes a breath. “I know you wouldn’t. I’m sorry. I’m- I’m gonna change. But I think we should…”
“Be apart.”
“Yeah.”
Peter nods, and he smiles, tiptoeing up to kiss Tony right on the mouth. Sensual and full of longing. Tony groans against him. “Just something to remember you by this summer,” Peter sighs, winking, and Tony laughs.
He moves out of his parents house that summer and in with his aunt.
His dad is a bitch to get out of his head but every day it becomes easier and easier to ignore him.
*
They tread carefully around each other. There’s a new friendship on top of an old foundation and they want to make sure everything’s solid before moving too far.
“Separate timetables,” Peter confirms, sliding his back into his pristine notebook. “But we’re still on for Karaoke this Saturday? You can bring your friends.”
“Not a date,” Tony chuckles, “just friends hanging out.”
“Just friends.” Peter beams, “but…we should bring people. A lot of people.” Tony quirks an eyebrow and Peter sighs: bashful. “To resist temptation.” He explains.
Tony laughs at that, loud and delighted.
*
“Maybe take another route to class.” Steve mutters, hands warning on Tony’s arm, trying to tug him back. “Let’s go around the west block-“
But now Tony has to see. He rounds the corner and- and-
There’s Peter, his hair ridiculously, adorably mussed from the wind outside and he’s in a flannel shirt with fucking dungarees, but more important than any of that- there’s a letterman jacket on his shoulders.
The name B A R N E S - 12 embellished on the brilliant blue.
And that must be the name of the guy leaning against Peter’s locker, and looking down at him with interest. The guy’s built, with slicked back hair and dark combat boots and a weird sort of brooding intensity.
“Who the fuck is that?” Tony asks, voice level, tone quiet.
“New guy.” Steve winces, “James, I think? Peter’s his assigned tour buddy.”
His knuckles ache with the memory of Harry, and he turns away.
*
Peter gets a new profile picture on facebook. It interrupts Tony’s flow of memes to see Peter balancing on a hay bale against the sunset looking like a country child. He smiles, before noticing-
It’s a video pic.
Tony plays it.
“I’m king of the world!” Peter yells in delight, nearly losing his balance, arms flailing.
“You’re a moron!” Someone behind the camera hollers fondly and Tony recognises the voice. The low, brooding timbre.
*
“So, you and James, huh?” He asks, going for nonchalant as he catches up to Peter as they walk to the parking lot after school.
Peter quirks an eyebrow in surprise. “Who?”
“James, new guy, very built, very tall.”
“Oh, Bucky,” Peter laughs, “I’m his assigned tour guide, I think he wants to try out for football so you could have another player on your team!”
Tony gets to his car and feels like everything’s slipping away. “How your MIT application going?” He asks desperately, and Peter hums.
“Sent it off yesterday, how about you?”
Relief courses through Tony’s system. “Sending it off tomorrow.” He promises and Peter gives him a ludicrously adorable thumbs up.
*
The next morning, Peter is wrapped up in a leather jacket three sizes too big, and Bucky Barnes is at his side.
Tony’s knuckles ache. He tries to pretend to be interested in the contents of his locker, but his ears are straining-
“Dinner, tonight?” Bucky says, voice low and inviting.
“I promised Ned we’d finish the Lego death star. You can join us if you like.”
“A movie on Friday.”
“Buck…”
“Think about it. Please.”
The bell rings.
“Wait, take your jacket-“
“Keep it. I like seeing you in my clothes.”
Tony slams his locker shut.
*
With blood pouring from his nose, Harry still manages to gargle out: “I’m straight, you dick!”
“Tony!” Peter cries in horror, rushing back to the booth. “What’s going on? Oh my god, Harry-“
Tony feels the world slipping out from under him. “I thought you were-“
“Oh fuck, it hurts! I think he broke my nose!”
“I don’t understand- someone call an ambulance! Tony, why are you even here?”
The words sound disgusting as he spits them out. “I followed you.”
Peter eyes are huge and astonished. “Why?”
“I thought…” He can’t say it.
Peter gasps.
Tony doesn’t have to.
*
Peter’s still in the band room after school, and Tony slips in silently, and just watches for a moment. Then he clears his throat. Peter jumps, before beaming at him. It’s a smile that makes you feel like the centre of the universe.
“Why aren’t you going out with Barnes?”
Peter gapes, looking stunned, before scoffing. “Don’t be ridiculous, Tony, I couldn’t-“
“Why not?” He presses. “He’s handsome. He cares about you. You like each other.”
“Tony…”
“Pete.” Tony shakes his head. “Please, for the love of god, don’t think about me. Think about you. Do what makes you happy.”
Peter’s hazel eyes are swimming. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He admits after a long moment, and it stings Tony more than he’ll ever admit.
“I have nothing to be hurt about. You’re my friend, Peter, and I only want you to be happy, okay? Do what makes you happy.”
Peter gives him a long look, before sniffling. “That’s really cool of you, Tony,” he whispers gratefully.
Tony lets out a wet laugh, but has to admit that though it hurts- it feels a little good too.
*
“Alert, alert,” Nat whispers frantically, “incoming!”
Tony turns in his seat in the cafeteria, only to feel warm lips press against his own.
Someone whoops.
“What makes me happy,” Peter whispers, once Tony’s returned to reality, “is you.”
Tony could fly. He gets up, cups Peter’s face in his, and grins. “Well then, I can only oblige. As a friend.”
“As a friend.” Peter giggles, and they kiss again.
*
“Don’t be too upset about it,” Steve consoles Bucky in the corner of the cafeteria watching the couple kiss. “They’re kind of endgame.”
Bucky gives him an unimpressed look. “And who are you?”
“Steve Rogers. I play football.”
Bucky scoffs, but can’t stop himself from admiring the way Steve’s shirt clings to his chest.
#starker#peter x tony#bucky#steve#pining#high school au#popular tony#possessive tony#jealous tony#pining tony#pining peter#senior year#make up break up
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002 for ironstrange, clintasha and stucky. Is it too much for the same ask? You can just pick one of them 😁
Three is the magic number, no problems! The only thing is that I don’t ship clintasha romantically so it’ll be a bromantic thing (?)
002 | Ironstrange
when of if I started shipping it: Since 2016, aka when I watched Doctor Strange. At first, it was just because of the Sherlock inception thing. As a lot of you probably know, I’ve a thing about everything related to Sherlock Holmes, to the point when before DBH the only video game I’ve ever played which wasn’t The Sims was a Sherlock Holmes one (and Dante’s Inferno, but I’ve never finished that one). (If you need a confirmation @filvet knows ‘cause I’ve been bothering him with the Sherlock Inception - as I called the ship before - since I found out he was into Marvel). Though I’ve never looked for fics about them until I saw Infinity War. My brother doesn’t have a Tumblr so I can’t tag him, but he was seated by my side at the cinema and he knows that when Tony asks Stephen “why would you do that?” I kind of yelled in his ear “Because I love you, Tony”, which didn’t happen, but it would have been a great line. [sorry for the TMI]
my thoughts: I’ve known since the first moment I watched DS that their characters match wonderfully. And yet, they are different enough to call out each other bullshit and know when, instead, silence is the best way to face things. Another thing that had me immediately going for this ship is that them both know how much is important what they do (maybe for all the wrong reasons, aka proving they are not assholes), but still. They know that the superhero life is their second chance, and they need to prove it to themselves in the first place, and then to the others.
What makes me happy about them: All the potential banter and intelligent conversation, the possibility of lab scenes like the one with Tony and Bruce from AOU and also how they compensate each other.
What makes me sad about them: Endgame!
things done in fanfic that annoys me: Stephen portrayed as the weak one in the relationship, I think.
things I look for in fanfic: I don’t have preferences, as far as there’s a happy/bittersweet ending. Also seeing their psyche being deeply investigated. They are both so much more than they show, and I love when people go in deep.
My kinks: breathplay, bondage, D/s, pillow-talk in smutty fics. In general them taking care of each other.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Tony with Nat or Bruce (the ot4 is strong here), Stephen with Christine, Nat or Bruce.
My happily ever after for them: getting old together and happy
002 | Clintasha
when of if I started shipping it: I don’t ship them romantically, but I love their friendship since the first Avenger.
my thoughts: We probably never have the real story, but I’m super sure that Budapest is more related to Natasha saving Clint that not the other way around.
What makes me happy about them: the wholesome relationship Nat has with Clint’s family!
What makes me sad about them: Endgame once again.
things done in fanfic that annoys me: I never read fics about them
things I look for in fanfic: ^^^
My kinks: Ok, it’s not a kink in the real sense of the word, but I’d like to see them having a one-night-stand when they meet the first time and then deciding they work better as friends and Nat setting Clint up with Laura.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Nat with Tony, Bruce or Stephen (or the three of them), Clint with Laura.
My happily ever after for them: The little scene in AOU having a strong and durable sequel. Like Sunday lunches and Nat in the Bartons’ Christmas pic.
002 | Stucky
when of if I started shipping it: I’ve seen CA:TWA for the first time years after it has been released, so I actually started to ship them during TWS/CW
my thoughts: Is basically the only Steve ship I’ll ever accept because it’s clear that they have had feelings since they were in Brooklin.
What makes me happy about them: How they never give up on the other. I’d like to see some insight from Bucky’s pov of the time in Wakanda, when Steve was on the run, and they spoke via Skype, but I’m pretty sure this is something rooted deep in them. I also love how when they were younger was Bucky to take care of Steve and then how the things changed after Cap understood Bucky was the Winter Soldier.
What makes me sad about them: How Steve treated Bucky (and Sam) in Endgame
things done in fanfic that annoys me: While I love them, I’ve never read fics in which they are the main pair, so I can’t tell.
things I look for in fanfic: I’d love to see a fic in which they, especially Bucky, adapt in a world where same-sex relationships are accepted.
My kinks: the entire “we have super-serum induced stamina” thing!
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Bucky (only platonically/not sexually) with Shuri or Tony, Steve with Thor.
My happily ever after for them: a double date with Sam and Sharon should be included in every possible happy ending. But the “real” one will be the one when Steve keeps being Captain America, but gives Bucky his shield and instead of going back in time decides to move in with him in some nice place in Brooklin.
send me something / asks
#ironstrange#strangeiron#clintasha#stucky#tony stark#stephen strange#clint barton#natasha romanoff#steve rogers#bucky barnes#anonymous#asks
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Post Endgame Fic Rec!
So at the time I’m making this post, I haven’t seen Endgame yet (but it’s out in certain parts of the world), but I imagine that what everybody will want after watching it is either 1) to pretend it never happened, or 2) some fluff (I tried to keep it to fics posted in the last year since I already did a fluff fic rec after IW). So here goes! Enjoy!
(* besides the ones I’ve read)
Infinity War fix-it
*still here by wearing_tearing (1,8K): Steve wipes the dust off his face.
*To Never Have Loved At All by hitlikehammers (3K): Steve will say they had work to do, and a universe to put to rights. They had people to find and hearts to unbreak. They had a mission. There was no time for any of them to mourn. Steve, as it turns out, says a lot of things that are mostly bullshit.
Beyond the Burn by eyres (7K): Steve saves the universe - but it takes him awhile to be okay again.
This is the Perfect Time to Panic by Brokenpitchpipe, emij1s (8K): Finding the infinity stones and restoring half the universe is the boring part. The fun part comes next.
*watch them rolling back by napricot (17K): Bucky was just here, he was right here. This can’t be all that’s left. Well, it’s not all that’s left, not quite. There, in the pile of ash that used to be Bucky Barnes, already drifting to scatter across the soil of Wakanda, to dissipate in the air, to be nothing but dust on Steve’s hands and in his gasping mouth and in his lungs—left there, in that ash and dirt, are his gun, and his left arm, gleaming dully in the sunshine.
Realignment by amethystkrystal (24K): After assembling their own Infinity Gauntlet, the Avengers defeated Thanos and brought back everyone who disappeared. But their victory came at a great cost: in order to take the Soul Stone, Steve had to sacrifice the Captain America mantle and all the super-soldier strength that came with it. Small and sickly again, Steve’s poor health soon reaches a breaking point and his last option is a difficult surgery only Shuri and her team can perform. But not all hurts can be fixed with medicine, and the real healing begins after the operation -- when Bucky asks Steve to stay in Wakanda with him.
*Endless War by Nonymos (27K): There is always something more to lose. (Which means all is not lost.)
At Times I Almost Dream by LadyC (29K): When Thanos snapped his fingers, he split the universe into two – one where half the population had been erased from existence, another where the other half had. As both sets of Avengers will learn, the divide between the worlds is thinner for those who share a particular type of connection…
*might never be normal again (but who cares) bynapricot (WIP, 3/4, 36K): All things considered, Steve thought he’d handled the whole Thanos killing half the universe thing and the ensuing bitter, desperate quest to defeat him pretty well. Sacrificing his super soldier serum to use one of the Infinity Stones wasn't a problem either, not when it meant getting back the half of the universe they'd lost, and especially not when it meant getting Bucky back. But retirement and finally confessing his feelings for Bucky? Those were proving to be more challenging.
Dismantle The Sun by hitlikehammers (WIP, 19/20, 56K): This is the way the world ends: with a bang, and a whimper, plus a snap. And yet—between realities and quantum vagaries and heartbreak and that foolish not-just-human penchant toward hope—even that wasn't the end of their stories. Not even close.
Fluff
*I [Heart] You by writeonclara (1,1K): “Steve’s been hit with a curse,” Natasha said. She said it calmly, so Bucky didn’t immediately go flying out of the apartment to tear apart the Tower in search of Steve. “Of course he has,” he said. He felt, abruptly, exhausted. “What is it?” “It might be easier just to show you.”
*Boeuf Mystère by galwednesday (1,2K): “Quick question,” Bucky said. Steve looked up, but didn’t stop moving passports and stacks of cash into a nondescript blue duffel, his mind busily ticking through logistics. He’d grab the glock taped behind the hidden drawer in the desk on their way out, and they could buy new clothes once they got across the border into neutral territory, so they didn’t need much else, apart from whatever Bucky wanted to bring. One duffle should be enough. “Yeah, honey?” “What the fuck.”
*Blank and Silent by Kellyscams (1,6K): Without any words on his wrist, Steve Rogers is sure he'll never find his soulmate. But fate might have some different plans for him.
*Check, Mate? by talkplaylove-art (talkplaylove), wearing_tearing (2K): A notification from Check, Mate? blinks back at him. Steve’s heart speeds up when he opens the app and then his face breaks into a blinding grin when sees what’s waiting for him. James likes him back.
*Just About Half-Past Ten by rohkeutta (2K): But as he reaches Madison Avenue, Stark Tower a mere block away, the skies open with a whoosh, and he barely manages to duck under the construction scaffolding perched over the sidewalk. Thunder rumbles overhead, and Bucky frantically checks every compartment of his bag for an umbrella he knows is there. It’s not. He does find some loose glitter, though, and a lipstick he wore for Pride and had thought he’d lost, plus a spare Metro Card he can’t remember buying. He also gets a crystal clear flashback of leaving the umbrella under his desk to dry yesterday morning, and never picking it up again.
*One for Fiction by thepinupchemist (6K): In the heart of a modern library, children's librarian Bucky Barnes meets his match in the form of the new barista: Steve Rogers. He doesn't think there's any way his crush could be requited -- but sometimes librarians don't know everything.
*A Little Sparkle by roe87 (7K): "What about that guy in accounting?" Natasha mused. "Billy, Buddy, or...?" "Bucky," Steve said, knowing who she meant. "Lip piercing, right?" "Yeah! He's cute." "Yeah," Steve agreed hesitantly, then added, "but I'm not ready for that."
*A World That Makes Such Wonderful Things by stevergrsno (noxlunate) (8K): In which Steve is a mermaid, Bucky's a werewolf, and as always, they fall for each other.
*Found: One Bicycle by gracie137 (8,7K): Bucky Barnes posted in Overheard at Middlebury College: Hello fellow students! Basically in my drunken stupor last night I came across a bicycle. Being rather intoxicated and far from home I decided the logical thing to do was ride it back. I can assure you all that both me and the bike survived this adventure and are in perfect condition!! I now however have no use for for said vehicle and have realised that someone is probably pretty upset about having lost it. Anyway, if you can correctly identify the bike’s make and colour, slide into my DMs and I promise to return it to you!! Thanks for the ride xoxo
*Kiss me and take off your clothes by steveandbucky (10K): Steve Rogers is dared to send a dick pic to a blog which critiques dick pics (run by none other than Bucky Barnes). Hilarity ensues.
*before we can breathe easy by belovedmuerto (22K): No one touches Steve. Bucky sets out to do something about that.
*Roll Out the Red Carpet by Lorien, Quarra, talkplaylove-art (talkplaylove) (29K): The premiere for Steve Rogers' newest Captain America movie was just around the corner, and Steve knew it was going to be a hit. The big downside was that he had to have a date. The last several times he'd brought someone to an event like this, things had ranged from unpleasant to disastrous. In a last ditch effort to get out of taking someone that might make his night hell, Steve went on Twitter and invited the Winter Soldier to be his plus one. The Soldier was an international fugitive, and currently wanted for a series of high profile attacks on corrupt businessmen. Since every person the Soldier attacked was involved in some truly vile criminal activity, the public loved him, despite his crimes. Inviting him to the premiere was the perfect cop out. There was no way he was ever going to show. Right?
*The Twilight Bark (And Other Things Bucky Has To Deal With On A Daily Basis) by spacebuck (36K): Steve Rogers: I couldn’t say no to this little guy, so I guess he’s coming home with me! The picture below it is an overexcited looking dog, barely older than six months, shoving its nose through the bars of a shelter gate. The tweet already has twenty thousand retweets, a few thousand more likes, and nearly three thousand comments. Bucky can’t help himself, leads in hand, and he leans a shoulder against the doorjamb and taps the comment field. bbarnes: if you’re ever in need of a walker I’d be happy to take the lil guy on, nyc based and rescues are my thing!
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53 + 86 for Bucky/Jane please? ❤️
Mutual Pining + I didn’t mean to turn you on.
You know what we need? Superhero Rom Coms!
Okay, so Jane and Thor have broken up. He’s on Asgard or in space or whatever. Point is, he’s not around.
Jane is just getting to the point where she feels comfortable dating again. Meanwhile, Bucky Barnes has just moved into Avengers headquarters and can’t help but notice the gorgeous scientist running around with Tony and Dr. Banner. He finds out more about her from Steve, including that she used to date Thor. If that isn’t a total buzzkill. How could an absolute mess of a human like him live up to an actual god prince?
Oh well, he can still admire from afar.
What he doesn’t know is he’s not the only one with wandering eyes. The new guy was barely on Jane’s radar before she happened to catch sight of him in the in-house cafe. Any part of her that might’ve preferred blondes goes right out the window when Tall, Dark, and Handsome James Buchanan Barnes walks by. That he’s reading a book on astronomy while he eats only adds to her interest. Later that day she walks by the gym and catches him working out shirtless.
That’s it. She’s done.
Not that it would ever work out. She’s checked online (not by choice mind you, Darcy just won’t stop looking at those stupid fan websites) and Bucky has already topped the latest ‘Hottest Avenger’ poll by a landslide. He’s not even an official team member yet!
But yeah, a guy like that could have any woman he wanted. No way he’d pick her.
And so, Bucky and Jane both decide it’s time to be realistic. Bucky throws himself into training getting ready to become an Avenger. Jane throws herself into her work and also makes an online dating profile. She gets a few hits right away. All of them appear completely normal. None of them send her a dick pic. This might actually work!
She starts going on dates. Bucky starts going on missions. The stars align in the most infuriatingly perfect way because somehow or other, they just keep running into each other!
First time: Jane is out with a guy named Bill who is an environmental biologist. He’s a really nice guy if a bit monotone when he speaks. Jane’s not really feeling it, but it gets all the better when Bucky literally comes bursting through a window with some terrorist guy he’s fighting. Bill immediately freaks out and runs, leaving Jane behind. She honestly doesn’t blame him, but she’s not calling him back either.
Second time: Jane actually doesn’t mind when Bucky stumbles into the coffee shop after an eighteen-hour stakeout. This guy she’s with, who insists on being called Herbert I of Swizterland, was just telling her all about how he secretly conquered the Roman empire three thousand years ago. But oh no, that’s her dear friend who needs her help after a long night on the job. Sorry, we have to cut this short, Herbert- er, Your Majesty.
Third time: She’s not actually on a date, she’s at a conference which is nearly ruined by one of those extremist groups trying to set the place on fire. Bucky personally saves her from a guy with a hand grenade and is rewarded with a front row seat when the conference is rescheduled for the next day. Jane tries not to look only at him while she gives her speech. It’s harder than it looks.
Fourth time: Bucky is on a date. Natasha set him up with a woman from accounting. Her name is Cheryl, she’s pretty cool and definitely pretty. Not a scientist, but that’s no big deal. What is a big deal is how often she brings the conversation back to her BDSM kink. Like… over and over again. Bucky is no prude, but he’s not sure they’re ready to start thinking about who should tie the other up and spank them with a whip just yet. They just met two hours ago, so…
Bucky sends a coded message to Steve, who helpfully calls him with an ‘urgent mission’ Bucky needs to be on right away. He apologizes to Cheryl and takes his leave. This is how he finds Jane in a bar several blocks away. Some guy keeps trying to talk to her even though she’s clearly not interested. Bucky is still exhausted from the date and also just the last few weeks in general. He literally just grabs the guy, tosses him across the room into a wall, sits next to Jane and asks her how her day has been.
Jane does what she does next for a number of reasons.
1: She’s tipsy. Not so bad that she’s completely disoriented, but enough that her usual inhibitions are pretty much gone.
2: She’s been hot for Bucky for weeks. No point in denying it anymore.
3: What he just did is actually one of the sexiest things she’s ever seen in her life.
So she kisses him. Hard. She literally gets in his lap and just keeps kissing him until she runs out of breath.
When they let go, Jane thinks she should apologize. If her voicebox would work, that’s exactly what she would do. Instead, she kisses him again. People are staring at them now. A few of them whistle. Finally, Bucky has the sense to think maybe they should leave. He leads Jane to her truck and takes the keys to drive them home. On the way, they try to make small talk. Bucky ends up thanking her for helping him get over the awful date he just had. Jane thanks him for all the bad dates he got her out of. They start to joke about maybe just dating each other. Then it becomes less of a joke.
Because of course, Bucky was never a downgrade from Thor. He’s gorgeous, strong, smart, and so so kind. In many ways, he’s a total upgrade!
And Jane was never just another fangirl. Bucky never wanted someone from the internet. He wants a brilliant, beautiful, capable woman like her.
After their first date, where no one draws a gun or needs to form an escape plan, Bucky and Jane are thinking maybe this will actually work out.
Many dates later, when Bucky is about to go ring shopping, he knows for sure that it has.
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Guys My Age (5)
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Words: 5187
Warnings: Angst. Then needy smut since y’all seemed to like that shit as much as I love writing it.
A/N: Use protection homies. Better safe than surprised. Also, I uploaded it to AO3 with gifs since I am not allowed to use gifs on this website anymore cause tumblr has a stick up their ass. And hopefully it’s as good as the other chapters.
Previous Part
You've accounted for everything when the day started. You've thought of the different ways Steve can find out about his birthday party. You've thought of so many excuses in case he figured out what you guys had planned. You've prepared everything for the surprise, even going as far as making sure Friday wouldn't give your plans away. You've made sure Tony wouldn't slip up by accident and mention something during your missions.
So yeah, you've definitely accounted for everything. Or so you thought. Too bad you didn't realize this until it was too late.
You were now dealing with the consequences of your, arguably good intentioned, actions.
Rewind to about 4 hours ago, you were on your way to the 50th floor with Steve, telling him that something was some debriefing with other agents that were not up to date with some protocols. When he kept on complaining about how these new agents should've done their jobs instead of being hand-fed the rules, you told him to deal with it and it was probably the last time.
As soon as he opened the door, screams erupted from everyone waiting for him, the look on his face priceless because it was totally worth it to yell at each person that almost told him by accident.
Quickly finding your spot next to Bucky, you kissed his cheek before wrapping your arm around him, his own keeping you as close to him as possible. Soon after, the party began, with Tony giving a stupid speech about the ups and downs of life, and teasing Steve about his suits while Steve retaliated and reminded him of the one time he had to help him out when his suit was stuck in the elevator of Buckingham Palace.
You've stayed next to Bucky the entire night, occasionally excusing yourself to get the two of you drinks or mingle with other people you knew. And whenever you took a little longer than usual, Bucky would shoot you a text asking where you were, replying to not take too long and return to him after you're done.
Smiling at the text, you sent him a quick kissy face emoji before returning to the bar and ordering drinks for you and Natasha. Grabbing the drinks, you turned around and crashed into someone immediately, the drinks spilling all over you and making you step back.
"Shit I'm so sorry I didn't see you there at all. Did anything c-" You froze as soon as you saw who it was, face contorting before you turned around and ordered the same drinks again, apologizing to the bartender and helping him clean up the mess.
"Now now, is that anyway to look at your favorite boyfriend?" You couldn't have snorted any louder at his comment, thanking the bartender before walking around this excuse of a man. Not bothering to reply, you continued walking, trying to look for Natasha.
"Come on Y/N, you can't expect me to believe you've forgotten about me." You remained silent, setting down the drinks at a table before texting her real quick. When he grabbed your arm to get your attention, you stopped moving and stared at him, your death stare making him smile at you.
"Now that I have your attention-"
"If you want to keep your arm, I suggest you let go of mine."
"Baby I specifically remember you liking it when I get a little rough." He chuckled, hands still on your arm and beginning to grip it tighter.
"You have about 10 more seconds before I break it so don't say I didn't warn you."
"Do you really think I'm going to believe those little charades with that dick face. I know you miss me sweetheart. I know what you like and what you don't like. I can play your body like a fucking violin and make you cum with one look-" You cut him off once again.
"Please did you really think I ever came when we had sex? That was me trying not to make you feel bad about your tiny dick, which I assume your new girl toy figured was useless since you couldn't even fucking use it."
That seemed to do the trick, but as soon as he let go of your arm, his fingers wrapped around your neck, slamming you hard against the wall before staring at you.
"Listen here you cock slut, I can make a scene or we can go back to my place quietly. If you don’t, I'll send your brain-washed boyfriend the sweet little pics you sent me when we were together…maybe you'll come back to me then when he breaks up with you." You were about to kick him when someone grabbed him by his hair and pulled him away.
"Listen here sweetheart," Natasha imitated him, whispering something in his ear that you couldn't hear but when he looked like he'd seen a ghost, you knew it wasn't something friendly. He walked away without turning back, leaving you and Natasha exchanging a silent conversation before returning to your group.
The problem was, even when you tried to brush the little exchange aside, smiling and laughing like you always do, Bucky sensed something was off. He didn't want to press you on it, knowing you'll probably just tell him later. As the party went into full swing, Bucky asked you to dance with him, his arms wrapped around your form the entire time and keeping you flush to him. He whispered many things in your ears, from the funniest jokes he heard to the filthiest lines that made you squirm in his arms.
But even though you laughed and sighed against him, he knew whatever happened must've been a little worse than he thought.
"Wanna get some air for a bit?" He asked, taking your hands when you nodded quietly before looking everywhere else but him. When he finally had you for himself, he stepped a little closer, arms cornering you against the railing when you kept on staring out to the city and not at him.
"Baby what's wrong?" Bucky truly didn't want to ask but he had a feeling that you might not tell him as he thought.
"N-nothing." Shit, you loved his sense of intuition so much but right at this moment, it was a curse.
"It's not nothing darling I know you. Somethin' happened. Please, let me help you. What happened?" Bucky cooed against your shoulder, kissing your neck before resting his hands on your stomach. Knowing you weren't going to talk like this, he did the only thing he knew would get you to open up. At times like this, getting a little handsy with you was what did it.
Reaching with his metal fingers, he was about to wrap them lightly against your neck when you flinched and let out a sob.
Something changed in the atmosphere at this moment.
Bucky stepped away in an instant, fear washing over him as he took in what just happened. You turned around as soon as you didn't feel his heat any longer, looking up at him and breath hitching when you saw the way he was gazing at you.
"James wait-" Before you could say anything, Bucky was sprinting back into the room, completely ignoring you. By the time you came back to yourself, you were running around trying to find him when you were grabbed and thrown into a room.
"Didn't I say you should come with me quietly?" Your asshole of an ex was about to kick you when you got out the knife in your holster and stabbed his shoulder, his agonizing scream making you just a little happier.
"Son of a bitch. Look what you made me do! Now he thinks I'm afraid of him." He was about to ask you what you meant when you sank the knife deeper in his muscles, his pleas bringing Steve and Sam rushing into the room.
"What the hell is going on here?" Sam asked before looking down and seeing the man crying on the floor. You told them what happened earlier quickly, telling them you needed to find Bucky as soon as possible.
"Y/N just calm down-"
"I'm not going to fucking calm down Rogers. He thinks I'm afraid of him. Do you know how fucking hard it was to get him to finally trust himself. A long ass time. And now this asshat ruined everything." You started heaving, afraid it was all over with Bucky.
"Buck WAIT-" Those two words were the only warning you got right before you heard the familiar sound of metal plates shifting followed by an even louder scream. You turned around and saw Bucky holding your ex against the wall by his neck, his other hand grabbing the knife and violently taking it out before holding his other hand against the wound.
"Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn’t snap your neck right now." The man looked like he'd seen the devil in front of him, begging Bucky to not kill him and apologizing to you. You knew Bucky would never kill him but the look in his eyes made you doubt yourself a bit.
"James sweetheart listen to me. He's not worth it. Please. Baby he's nothing. Let's just leave. Come with me Bucky please…please." He still wasn't listening to you, wanting nothing more than to hurt the man in front of him.
"Buck listen to her." Steve stepped through and placed his hand on his shoulder, the action calming him down and making him retract his hold on the man before turning around and looking at you.
For the second time that night, Bucky wished he didn't see you looking at him like this. As if he was an unhinged animal.
And for the second time that night, you had to watch him walk away without so much as a word to you. Turning to Steve, you told him you were going to deal with him before running after Bucky. By the time you caught up to him, he was already in the elevator, not bothering to hold it open for you and hissing when you made it just in time.
"What the hell was that?" You didn't mean to sound angry but you were afraid it would have gone further. When Bucky said nothing, you pushed his shoulder, heart rate increasing when he didn't bother trying to tell you to stop. His back hit the wall, hands grasping the railing so hard it bent under him. When he finally did look at you, your heart broke, the defeated expression he held making you wish you let him have his way with your ex.
"You…why didn't you tell me? I, fuck this was a bad idea…I knew this would happen." He whispered to himself, looking to the increasing numbers on the elevator and wishing it would just let him out already. "You knew what would happen? How many times do I have to tell you, I am not afraid of you. I never was and I never will be." You sounded hurt, trying to see if there was any way you could get this message across.
"Oh yeah, well why did you pull away?" Bucky knew the answer but he didn't want to believe it. Some part of him thought he was the guilty one.
"BECAUSE THAT ASSHOLE ALMOST KILLED ME MINUTES BEFORE! IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT! I WAS JUST REACTING TO THE MOTION JAMES NOT TO YOU. I mean for fuck’s sake, I told you I know you’d never hurt me." Your anger seeped through, arms pushing him again before continuing your attack on his shoulders. Bucky didn't bother to try and stop you, almost crying along with you.
"You- you're lying." He sounded broken and you wished you could take back the last hour.
"I would never lie to you James and you fucking know this. And if we're talking about shit that I knew would happen, what was that? Every single time we see him, you manage to keep it together. What the fuck was that huh? Do you have any idea what he's going to say now? They…they might take you from me. I- shit, James I don't know what I'd do if he pressed charges." Panic was evident in your voice, making Bucky scrunch his face and yell back.
"I DID THAT BECAUSE HE SHOULDN’T HAVE LAID A FINGER ON YOU. I DID THAT BECAUSE I PROMISED YOU I WOULD NEVER LET ANYONE HURT YOU AND I COULDN'T KEEP THAT FUCKING PROMISE." The elevator dinged, Bucky watching you walk out first before letting out a laugh.
"Oh yeah because you have to be James Barnes, the man who saves the damsel in distress whenever he could. Unfuckingbelievable." You headed towards the stairs, throwing your bag on the couch and beginning your ascent to your room when you felt a pair of hands wrapping around your waist and pushing your face against the wall.
"Do you wanna say that again to my face sweetheart? Cause the last time I checked, you had no fucking problem with me doing just that every time he pissed you off. Or are you forgetting now?" Bucky whispered in your ear, stopping your oncoming remark with a bite to your neck. You hated the effect he had on you but you couldn't hold back the groan bubbling its way through your lips. “Isn’t that right doll? You fucking love it when I show him who you belong to don’t you? In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you told me that turned you on.” When you whimpered in his arms, he laughed, his hands roaming your body before grabbing you roughly just like you wanted.
“There she is. My pretty doll loves it when I mark her...you live for it Y/N and don’t fucking deny it cause I know. I know how you like it...how you love it when I make you mine every fuckin’ night. You love it when I fuck this tight cunt, makes you wet every time I fuck you with these.” He made sure you knew what he was referring to, grasping you through your clothes with his metal fingers and rubbing your pussy as hard as he could until you melted in his arms.
“B-bucky…” You sighed when he kissed your neck, moaning when you didn’t feel him against you anymore. You turned around in time to see him taking his clothes off and you tried to face him but he combed his hands through your hair before pulling harshly on it and pushing you down against the table near the stairs. You swore from how angry he was and he mocked you again right before spanking your ass.
“Baby I told you...can’t fucking lie to me. Your body speaks for you dollface,” He practically ripped the jacket off of you, not bothering to unzip your pants before pulling them as aggressively as he could down your legs. “Fuck me…” You tried to look back at him but he didn’t give you a chance, his hands going through your panties before pulling on them, the sound of fabric snapping once again turning you on more than it should.
“That’s right baby, you’re fucking mine. Mine. I own this pussy. I own this fucking body...your soul is mine Y/N.” You knew he was saying those things out loud more for himself than to you. His insecurities were shedding off of him like hair from a dog and you wanted nothing more than to hug him and tell him he has nothing to worry about. But he needed this. You both needed this. He needed to know he was in charge and he needed to understand you weren’t going anywhere.
So when you heard him unzipping his pants, you braced yourself for the onslaught that was to come. His cock went in with ease and you laughed because he wasn’t wrong. You loved seeing him asserting his dominance, some weird part of you loving it when he made it clear you were his and he was yours. Like the two of you were a pair of fucking animals that bonded for life. “Fuck babygirl, always so tight for me...so hot and wet squeezin the shit outta my cock doll fuck-” He rested his head against your back, sighing and telling you he could die in between your legs.
You held him onto him, hands scratching the arms around your waist and telling him you loved him. “Harder Buck...fuck me, god yes yes wanna feel your cock for days baby harder, fuck me harder please...let me feel you James shit shit.” He bit your shoulder again and you screamed from the pleasure you felt through the pain, biting your lips and telling him you loved it when he was rough.
“Take what you want James...take everything you want, I fucking love it. Love you so much baby fuck you’re so hard yes. Yes!” You continued to encourage him, knowing he needed to hear you now more than ever. You held back the tears waiting to roll down your cheeks, a part of you feeling he might misunderstand and stop, which was the last thing you’d want. His hands moved every second all over your body, wanting to touch you everywhere all at once and keep you as close to him as possible. He knew he should stop and just talk through this but he could do that later. Right now, all he wished was to bury himself so deep inside you until he couldn’t think of anything else other than your pussy clenching hard around him.
You managed to turn your face, wanting to look at his wrecked face as he fucked inside of you over and over again. He wrapped an arm around your chest, pinching and cupping your nipples until you were screaming his name alone. He switched to Romanian and you managed to understand a few words, ones he happened to whisper on your skin every night he fucked you. You told him you loved it when he dirty talked in other languages even though you understood nothing. But there was something special about the Romanian that made your skin flush.
But no matter how much you told him, he didn’t go near your neck. You grabbed for his metal hand and tried to place it around your neck but he refused and pushed your face down further, silently telling you to not ask him again.
“Love you so much doll face, so fucking much. Shit baby you’re always so good for me, your cunt was made for me darlin’, made for my cock. Wanna worship you every minute of every fucking day sweetheart Jesus ffffuck-” He grabbed your forehead and pulled it back, licking and biting the juncture between your neck and shoulder, and leaving wet kisses on every inch of your exposed skin.
“That’s it Y/N, so good for me dollface. Gonna make you cum so hard you only think of me and no one else. No man else. God you’re so good to me tonight...I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry baby I love you.” You were suddenly aware of how scared he was, and cried as soon as you heard his apologies.
“I love you James, love you so much. I- you’re everything to me. Shit ‘m close baby, don’t stop Buck please. Need your cum baby...cum for me, cum inside me James please. Fuck please yes yes,” you went almost hysterical with every second you felt his cock dragging against your wet pussy, legs giving out on you and holding onto his arm so you didn’t fall. “Who do you belong to pretty baby? Who fucking owns this pussy? Hmm, shit baby I’m gonna cum fuck fuck r-right there fffffuck-” He screamed his release against your back, biting down on the flesh until he felt your walls fluttering around his hard cock. When you cried out with him, he immediately lowered his hand, rubbing your clit so hard you felt the blood rushing to every vein in your body.
You tried to hold his hand to make him stop but he didn’t care, slapping your pussy as he came in hot spurts inside you, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm and telling you he’s not even close to finishing with you yet.
You fell on the table in front of you, nails digging into his arms until you felt his cock slip out and you squirting all over his pants. He continued to rub your wet pussy, chuckling against your shoulder when you actually started crying from how sensitive you were.
“Such a pretty sight, all for me. So fucking wet for me baby girl shit. So pretty.” He finally stopped when he felt you slipping down against him, unable to keep yourself standing any longer. The two of you were heaving, and Bucky wrapped his arms around you, carrying you up the stairs to your room before laying you on the bed as slowly as possible. He saw your legs still shaking from the intense orgasms he, quite literally, forced out of you. He should’ve felt bad for how wrecked you looked but he was proud that he was the only one that could make you feel this way.
Pulling down his pants, he threw his clothes away and stepped between your legs, stripping you of your clothes and apologizing when his hands touched your thighs. You’ve never come this hard in your life and were hyper-aware of every small touch on your heated skin. Laying next to you, he pulled the covers over the two of you and sighed when you scooted as close to him as possible. He kissed your forehead and apologized one more time before drifting off to sleep.
Hours later, you woke up to something soft and wet around your nipples, eyes opening slowly and looking down only to see Bucky licking and cupping your breasts, a devilish smile gracing his handsome features before he bit down hard and continued to tease you.
“Ahh god yes sir…” You sighed, voice hoarse both screaming and sleeping.
“Naughty little girl, waking me up with this cute little ass of yours rubbing my dick...you having a sex dream about me baby?” Bucky asked, once again rubbing his beard against your nipples and making you arch your back against him. You combed your fingers through his hair, pulling on it until he growled against your skin. You couldn’t take it any longer, begging him to stop teasing and finish off what he started.
“But you’ve been a bad girl doll face...god damn you’re soft,” he drew circles around them, watching each one pebble and harden between his fingers. “Your body’s so ready for me isn’t it darlin?” Bucky looked up and saw you staring right at him, lips lower lip between your teeth and eyes begging him to do something more.
“Always,” you whispered, hoping he’d know what you’ve been trying to tell him all night long. He laughed and shook his head, descending down your body and mapping your exposed skin with as many kisses as possible. As soon as he tapped on your thighs, you opened them for him, goosebumps slowly making an appearance on your skin because of the way he was looking at your pussy.
“Fuck Y/N...your cunt looks so pretty, just wanna devour you baby,” he didn’t waste any more time, raising one leg high above his head before licking a long stripe across your pussy. Your hips bucked involuntarily and he slapped your inner thigh, telling you to behave so he didn’t have to punish you.
“Yes sir..sorry sir,” you sighed, telling him to keep rubbing his beard against your thigh. “So fucking responsive from the smallest touches. Shit baby you’re my world, my fucking universe,” he took your clit between his lips, sucking so hard on the bundle of nerves until you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm hit you without a warning and you came on his face, gushing and trying to push him away from you. Bucky didn’t give you a chance to pull away from him, metal hand ascending your body until it grabbed hold on one of your breasts and squeezing it tightly while holding your thighs near his face.
He didn’t stop for a second, wanting to make you cum one last time before giving you some time to rest. When your back arched until you sat up and ceased breathing, Bucky slowed down but not before giving you a quick kiss. You fell back down, grabbing your stomach and your neck to try and calm your heart rate. Bucky kissed his way up your body until he faced you. His eyes betrayed his thoughts, focusing on your throat and making you feel like shit all over again.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized, hands reaching behind his neck and lowering him down until his lips met yours. “You know I’d never be scared of you right?” You asked, hoping he’d give you the answer you were hoping for.
When he said nothing, you shut your eyes and covered them, not wanting to ruin the moment but knowing there was no holding back the tears. “Buck I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I swear on my life it was because of that dickhead. Not you. Never you!” You hid behind your elbows, letting go of him and attempting to get out of bed.
He kept you between his arms and refused to let you go, pulling your arms down and holding you against him until you stopped crying.
“Okay.” He whispered into your ears and although it was such a small word, it meant the world to you.
“Please stop crying Y/N I can’t stand seeing you crying. Especially when it’s because of me. Please darling.” He took hold of your cheeks and placed your head against his chest. “Hear that sweetheart. I ain’t lying. I trust that you’re telling me the truth. I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”
“No it’s not your fault. You don’t apologize Bucky. You never have to apologize to anyone.” You got a little angry when he tried to turn the tables and he laughed at how serious you became all of a sudden.
“I trust your love baby. I trust your love.” He pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead, finally gaining some courage to wrap his metal fingers around your throat and massage the red bruises forming all around. He loved seeing the discoloration that formed on your skin but only when the two of you fucked the breath out of each other. He couldn’t stand the thought of someone else touching you and marking you. Leaning down, he left a small kiss on every inch of your neck, apologizing that he wasn’t there to stop him from grabbing you and wishing he was the one hurt instead.
You sighed with every pass of his soft lips over your flushed skin, pulling on his hair and wrapping your arms around him to bring him closer to you. When he took hold of your waist and turned you around so your back was against his chest, you threw your head back, hands slowly pumping his cock before raising your leg and resting it on his thigh.
He thrust in with ease, his hips bucking in and out of you before he wrapped his palm around your neck again. You looked into each other’s eyes, silently conveying your feelings before your mouths came together for a dizzying kiss.
You could feel his hold tighten around you and you loved it, holding onto the back of his neck to keep his as close to you as possible. No matter how many times he pleasured you, it always felt like the first time for the two of you.
Bucky moaned against you, wanting to say so many things but refusing to pull away from your lips. He told you on several occasions if he could spend the rest of his life kissing you, he would die a happy man. He held you against him, finding peace in feeling your skin sliding against him as he pleasured you. When he felt your nails digging into his back, he snapped his hips harshly, causing you to pull away from him and scream his name against his neck.
“Fuck James...that’s it baby, no one fucks me like you James, ahhhh ff-uck, this pussy is all yours fuck fuck all yours.” As soon as he lowered his hand and flicked your clit, your legs started shaking against him, cunt squeezing him so hard he couldn’t hold back anymore. Sitting up, he turned you until you were on your stomach, raising your hips and holding onto your waist before setting an ruthless pace. You could feel every thing that touched you, biting your pillow as you heard the sounds of his grunts and his skin slapping yours over and over again. This was the first time he said nothing. Instead, he just prayed your name and moaned, looking down and biting his lips as he saw you completely at his mercy.
“Love you...fuck fuck I love you so much doll, so much. My heart is yours baby, my fucking soul has your name written on it. Shit gaaahd fuck ‘m gonna cum darlin your cunt is so hot for me yes….sshit!” He fell on top of you, growling when you milked his cock of every last drop of his cum. You shuddered when you felt him spazzing inside you, loving the way his cock was never soft even after he took his pleasure numerous times during the night.
He didn’t bother to pull out, falling to the side and pulling you towards him. He kissed your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you, telling you to rest because he was definitely going to wake you up again.
A distant ringing made you groan before attempting to stand up and look for the source of noise to stop it. You couldn’t move however, tapping on Bucky’s arm so he could let you go and laughing when he only tightened his arms around you.
“Noo.” He whined, making you laugh at how childish he was sometimes. When you told him you were just grabbing your phone, he managed to let go for a few seconds but kept his arms around some part of you. You unlocked it and saw a million messages from everyone on the team.
“Steve is asking if we’re okay.” You said it more like a question than a comment, wanting to make sure the two of you made up before you got out of your room. When he sleepily told you to tell Steve to ‘kindly fuck off with his righteous shield,’ you laughed and texted him that everything was fine.
#bucky smut#guys my age#guys my age 5#hey violet#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky#bucky barnes#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader
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Future, Present, Past
Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N (I): ENDGAME SPOILERS!! (Not that many, but they´re important in the movie.)
Summary: What does Bucky want? Does he want you in his future? Is there still a present for both of you? You are worried of his decision, but it´s time to face your fears with him.
Words: 1,6 k
A/N (II): I had the idea of this fic the day after I watched Endgame. (We all deserve fluffy stories after watching Endgame, don´t we?)
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Opening the door of the apartment, Bucky sees you standing on the kitchen, looking at something in particular through the window as you hold a cup of tea with both hands. The apartment would be in complete silence if it weren't for the music coming from the radio.
Bucky leaves the bags he's been carrying on the floor, by the counters, and walks towards you.
When he hugs you from behind and leans his chin on your shoulder, you jump in surprise and gasp, almost spilling the tea from the cup you are holding.
"Sorry, didn't want to scare you."
Your heart is beating rapidly. "It's fine," you whisper as you chuckle at what just happened and leave the cup of tea on one of the counters. "I didn't hear you coming."
"You ok, doll?" Bucky asks you as he frowns his brows, making his forehead wrinkled.
You just nod and clear your throat, "I was just... thinking." You close your eyes and a tear starts streaming down your face. There is a knot in your throat and, even though you hate crying, you are aware the only way you can make this knot disappear is by letting tears run free.
And crying is how you've been since you realized you were alone, that Bucky was out there running errands.
To be honest, you've had this issue in mind for weeks; you have just 'tried' to put it at the back of your mind and cover it with your everyday tasks, your job, those asmr videos you like watching from time to time, your favorite albums being played again and again... Basically, you've been trying to avoid thinking about the subject, but one day you'll explode because that issue is still in there, bothering you.
And today is that day. Today, you finally explode. Today, you couldn´t avoid the issue because you were aware that all this time, it´s been hammering at your mental door trying to be noticed.
You cannot turn around and look at him because, obviously, Bucky's going to get worried when he sees your eyes are swollen.
But he knows you so well...
"What happened? Doll, look at me," Bucky says in a low voice as he tries to make eye-contact with you.
You bit your lip as you take a long breath. You know you have no other choice now than turning around because he knows you so well.
And that's what you do. Bucky takes a step backwards to leave some personal space for you.
"I hate when you have to see me like this," you whisper, more to yourself than to Bucky, as you turn around and look at the floor.
"What happened?" Bucky caresses your cheek, trying to find an answer just by looking at your face, at your expression.
You finally look up at him.
As you try to find the words to explain what is going wrong, you pay attention to the radio, which is playing a song you recognize: 'Losing My Religion' by R.E.M.
Why is it that when you find yourself in an uncomfortable or unpleasant moments when you have to give an answer, your mind pays attention to something else? Like the song that is being played on the radio, for instance.
Maybe the brain is making you forget for a second about what is actually going on... who knows?
You are afraid of asking the question, but you have no alternative. "Do you wanna leave?" you ask him as fast as possible, trying to get rid of the question rapidly. Once again, tears start falling from your face.
Bucky frowns his brows again. "I don't understand what you mean."
You take a deep breath trying to make this fucking annoying knot from your throat disappear. Although you are sure it's not gonna leave your body until you hear what Bucky wants. Until you accept what he really wants.
"Like Steve." Fuck, fuck, fuck. And now you cry because of the memory of Steve. Of the Steve you met and that does not exist anymore: the thirty-year-old man you met more than a decade ago, “America´s Ass,” as you all liked to call him.
"Do you wanna," you turn your head to the couch where Sammy, your cat, is sleeping —unaware of what is happening right now, before you continue: "do you wanna go back just like Steve did?"
Your question takes Bucky by surprise, with his eyes wide open. "Why would I want that?"
"Why wouldn't you? You saw how Steve could finally live the life he always wanted. He belonged to that time, to those decades." You lean on the counter and hug yourself. "He had someone waiting for him..." You swallow. "Just like you."
Bucky cannot lie since it's such a comfort knowing that yes, in fact, there are people in the past who care about him. However, that people care for the Bucky of the past, the Bucky he once was. "Look, doll, I'm gonna be honest with you: I've thought about what Steve did, but they are just fleeting thoughts—"
A series of 'meow's' interrupt Bucky and both of you look at the floor where your cat is asking for food while he stretches. An interruption that breaks for a moment the tension that is currently in the air.
You both laugh at the insistence of your cat and it is Bucky the one who actually moves and takes the bag with the cat's food. "Come on, buddy," Bucky says as he pours the food into the little light blue dish of the cat.
Bucky leaves the bag of food on the counter and starts walking towards you as you follow with your eyes Sammy's fast steps towards his dish.
"Hey," Bucky raises his flesh hand and caresses your cheek. You close your eyes, concentrating on the touch as you take his hand with yours.
"I've been thinking about this for weeks, Buck." You open your eyes. "We finally discover that you can have a second chance. Your family is there, Steve is there. All you once had is there. All that completed you is there—"
"You are not," Bucky interrupts you.
"But does it matter? I'm not playing the victim here but if things would had really gone the way they should have, we wouldn't have met, we shouldn´t have met. We are not even from the same time."
"But they happened this way, doll. There are hundred of things we cannot explain. It took me a very long time to accept the person I am and the things I had to go through. I know that years ago I wouldn't have thought about it and I would have gone with Steve back to the forties. But I can't now."
Bucky raises his metal arm and tucks your hair behind your ear. "Besides, it wouldn't be the same. Even though I go back to my time, I would still have these memories. I am a complete different person from the young man I once was. And I have what he hasn't," Bucky makes a pause, making sure you are in fact listening to what he is saying. "I have you."
What is the freedom you are feeling right now? This state of well-being? The knot in your throat? It's disappearing. Your stomachache? Too.
"How long have we been together?"
You answer immediately after: "long enough to—"
"...be asked why we don't have any kids yet," Bucky completes the phrase. A phrase you've taken as yours in the last time. There is always someone out there asking you that annoying question. "Which means that it´s an eternity for me considering all I've lived, all I've gone through."
Bucky takes your hand and intertwines your fingers. "I have right here, in the present, in a time I am still accepting as my own what Steve went to look for in the past."
If you haven't been crying enough, those words will surely leave you dry.
And Bucky starts to cry too, just as you've seen him cry before. The last time you found him crying was because of Steve, both of happinness and of sadness since now, the young, athletic Steve is just a memory. "I have you here, doll. I'm not the same James from the last century, not even the same from five years ago. The person I am now needs and wants you by his side."
Without letting him continue, you lean forward and crash your lips on Bucky's. The salty taste of the tears from both of you dominates the kiss but you couldn't care less. You need to feel his lips after hearing his words. You need to feel him kissing you with the sweetness he always does.
Just when you need to breath, you break the kiss and lean your forehead on his.
"If I ever go back, you'll be the first to know, because I'll want you there with me, doll. Don´t be afraid, please. I could never leave you."
You breath deeply, feeling how the air fills your lungs and you breath out any and all worry you´ve had for weeks. "I´d love to meet your family, you know?"
"And I´d love to create a parallel universe with you."
You laugh at what Bucky just said. "If that ain´t the most romantic thing I´d ever been told, I don´t know what that is.”
As you lean your head on his shoulder and he caresses your back with one of his hands and your hair with the other, you make sure to keep in mind as long as you can what he told you: that he could never leave you, that all he needs is right here, in the present.
A/N III: Honestly? I have an idea for the second part (I never considered making a second part until I finished writing this one.) So, if you wanna be tagged, send me an ask!
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the next generation // avengers!5sos
Author’s Note: I’ve had this in my notes for a year now and finally decided to post this! Of course I wrote this right after IW so everything that happened after (Captain Marvel + Endgame trailers) isn’t included. I was inspired by this pic I saw on twitter and I don’t know who to credit for, if it’s you tell me! Also, I’m posting this in the next three days before Endgame ends me.
Warnings: time skip, swearing, angst, unedited.
you can find part 2 & 3 in the masterlist
People were often skeptical about the whole situation. Time had passed, technology was far more advanced these days and heroes were no longer needed, yet it felt like something was missing.
Tony Stark never really gave up the idea of the Avengers being united and fighting for what was right. But times were different and he had to step aside eventually, even if he knew that they would have to rise again someday. And it was sooner than he expected.
Unfortunately, they had scattered again. The team always knew that the compound waited for them with open arms, but so much time had gone by that only a few of the mightiest heroes had stayed. The others were always close and often visited, like this very night.
It was a pretty calm evening when everything went south. Everyone was minding their own business after dinner, Steve and Clint were inside talking nonsense, Nat and Bruce in the kitchen cleaning up and Tony in the lab with Peter while Pepper was at the phone for some business call. Thor was already at the bar with Rhodey and Sam, while Bucky watched them from the couch, rolling his eyes in disapproval. So when the alarm that had been silent for almost fifteen years rang once again, signaling for the mightiest heroes to sprint in action and save the world, everyone was pretty disoriented. And very shocked.
«Peter, did you accidentally knock something over and didn’t tell me?» asked Tony, trying to keep his cool while glancing at Peter from above his glasses.
«No» he almost whispered.
They both looked at each other before sprinting towards the main area, where everyone seemed to be already.
«Are they serious right now?» Nat was yelling rather angrily, trying to maintain composure all the while. «For fifteen years they lock us up in here and dismiss our “great work in defending the planet from outside threats and attacks” saying that technology will do our job and now-»
«Nat, please calm down» Steve announced while everyone seemed to freak out. «It must be something wrong with the system or-» he tried reasoning before being interrupted.
«The system is never wrong» interjected Tony, glancing at Steve.
«Alright, okay, it never is» stepped in Bruce. «But what do we do?»
«We go» announced Calum, followed into the room by his fellow training companions, also known as “the Avenger’s kids”.
All of the adults turned around to look at the group of teens, quite surprised with their appearance from the training room, but very ready to send them back there immediately.
«Absolutely not. Take your asses back into the training room» spoke Tony, voicing everyone’s thoughts.
«Oh but come on dad! We can help» his son insisted. «We’ve been training our whole lives and-»
«I don’t want to hear it» Tony already made the mistake of letting a teenager follow him in a mission once. «All of you, go back»
«Mom aren’t you going to say anything?» you watched your mom - hoping for a reaction - with the same grave look she was giving you, before your father and his kind eyes stepped in.
«Please, Y/N, go back with your friends» Bruce said as calmly as possible, resting a hand on Nat’s shoulder.
It was like once again all of the Avengers teamed up, watching their kids with severe expressions, inviting them to do as told.
«Come on guys, let’s go» Ashton, Clint’s older son said before turning around and walking, causing all of his friends to watch him surprised - but nonetheless they followed. When they felt like they were far enough from their parent’s ears Luke, Steve’s son, finally spoke up.
«Are you seriously giving up that easily?» he asked almost shocked.
«It’s not like you» murmured Michael, Peter’s son.
It wasn’t like Ashton had any other option while under scrutiny of the whole Avengers team, he was the oldest and he had to step in to do as told.
«I almost hope they get their asses kicked. Then they’ll wish we’d gone with» Calum spoke, he certainly was like his father.
«Cal, come on, don’t be stupid» you said, making him reason. «They’ll do just fine» you shyly put a hand on his arm. His eyes met yours for a short instant, all you needed to feel yourself blush.
You didn’t know why but lately being around him was harder for you than before. You grew up with these kids, the bond you five established was so strong it almost shocked everyone. They were your brothers. And you knew for them you were their sister. You tried to get back to reality, focusing on the current dilemma. You had to admit you really wished at least one of the adults was going to say something in your favor. At least Peter, knowing he became an Avenger just when he was around your age.
So you all went back to the place you were when the alarm went off, younger siblings safely back to their activities and you older ones religiously following the news to see how your parents were doing.
They were doing bad.
You could see how uncoordinated they were. They obviously had kept on training, Tony was always two steps ahead of everyone with his technology, but fighting together was something they hadn’t done in so long. The enemy was clearly stronger. From wobbly videos you didn’t quite catch what the thing was, but it looked big and very strong. Maybe too much. You were going crazy, walking in circles, the thought of losing your parents sending a cold chill down your spine, a sudden wave of loneliness washing over you.
«You know what?» you stopped after an agonizing half an hour, tired of watching them get hit.
«Let’s go»
«Finally someone’s being logical» Calum murmured, standing on his feet too. He had been watching as you helplessly walked round and round, wishing he could do something.
Luke was up next, followed by a mildly unconvinced Michael. Ashton sat alone on the training room floor. Conflict was evident in his eyes: with 20 years of age he was the oldest and the one in charge right now, but his friends all knew that all he was waiting for was something really bad to happen so he had a good reason to stand up.
He didn’t seem to wait long before he was up too. «Fuck it» he murmured.
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RT5: All Aboard! (Avengers)
Bucky and Steve load their duffel bags and ride their motorbikes to Avengers compound
Nat and Clint are there already
Nat is leaning against the bus, popping gum and busy on her phone.
Clint is wearing his sunglasses and a sleeveless shirt.
Steve: How's it goin' gang?
Clint: Cap! You're late!
Bucky: I don't see anyone else here.
Nat: *Popping bubble* he means late for cap
Bucky: We were up at five
Clint: Got your lap around central park?
Bucky: *cheekily* 25 times
Clint: *fake gasps* only? You're losing your touch. That's why I just likes to *says something related to snipers*
Bucky: Oh! yeah? You a sniper?
Clint: archer. You were a sniper back with Cap, right?
Bucky: yup. I don't think he got the concept of it though. One time I cleared his path and he waved at me! Idiot!
Clint laughs at someone calling THE Captain America an idiot.
Clint: Nat's the same. She just doesn't have the patience! One time, we're infiltrating a warehouse, surrounded by enemy, and she? Just, just went off. Just like that. No concern for personal safety!
Bucky: tell me about it!
Bucky looks towards Nat.
He has a distant flashback of running a mission with Black Widow.
Bucky sighs
Steve drops his bag in the pile and walks over to Nat
Steve: What's got you glued to the screen?
Nat looks up at Steve: *pops some bubble* What? Forgot your newspaper, gramps?
Steve: 😑
Nat: Nebula was sending me pictures from space. Here. *Forwards pics to Steve*
Steve: *Looks at photos* Nice! I can't believe there's a whole other world out there
There's a whizzing sound and everyone's on alert.
There's golden sparks; then a portal opens
Stephen and Loki step out and portal closes
Stephen: good morning, everyone
Clint: *nodding his head up* Doctor wizard!
Clint: *voice stoic* alien wizard
There's thunder in the clear sky
Thor arrives, bringing Bruce with him
Nat pockets her phone and looks smugly at Steve
Nat: unbelievable
Bruce: hey guys! *excited* I just rode thunder! *catches what he said* like, the, weather thing. Not.. not... *scratches hair*
Clint passes by Bruce and slaps his shoulder with a smirk
Nat: Hey! God of mischief! *Nat takes off Clint's glasses and tosses them at Loki*
Loki: *irritated* What?
Nat: got something for ya!
Nat goes closer to Loki to show her something in her hand, picking up the glasses from the floor
Loki, annoyed with Nat, leaves a decoy and disappears
Nat puts on the glasses and smirks to herself.
She turns around quickly and shoots where she sees the real Loki in the glasses.
Loki: *reveals himself* Ow! What the hell?
Thor: Widow! He may be Loki, but he's no longer a villain. Give him a chance!
Nat: *pops a bubble in Thor's face* That's what I'm doing
Loki: *whining* You SHOT me!
Nat returns Clint's glasses and walks to Loki
Nat: Relax! Like you haven't been through worse
Stephen notices how Loki is affected by Nat's words
Nat: It's a tracker chip. Everything you do, Clint sees. You disappear, Clint sees. You do magic, Clint sees.
Loki: *laughing, picking at the chip already* You think your mortal technology can keep me- aaah!"
Nat: *cooly* Oh! You try to take it out, it's gonna hurt. Be good!
Loki: *grabbing his arm in pain* I don't see you shooting Strange?!
Nat: Strange is a mature, responsible adult. He's a doctor for crying out loud. YOU, are a cunning, crying seventeen year old
Stephen: *shocked* You- you're 17?
Loki: *stammering* I..I AM NOT!
*turns to Nat* I happen to be 1400 years old!
Nat: *catching an opportunity* oops, my bad! He's 14.
Nat laughs with Clint
Clint: *laughing* look at his face! I thought frost giants were supposed to be blue!
Stephen: well, if the average Asgardian lifespan is 5100 and the average human lifespan is 80
Strange: *turns to Loki* how old did you say you were again?
Loki: 1400
Strange mumbles to himself as he does math in his head
Strange: that would make you just over 22!
Loki: *delighted* Ha! I am 22
Clint: good for you! I'm 31
Nat: 29
Bucky: 34
Steve: I'm 32. Well, if you don't count the cryo
Bucky: same
Loki: *embarrassed* well, would you like to contribute?
Stephen: *quietly* I'm 37 years old
Ironman landing by the group.
Tony: *teasing* babies! I'm 40
Clint: welcome back, grandpa. Wanna unlock the bus?
*spidey and MJ arriving*
Tony starts walking to the bus but is knocked down by a thrown bag
Steve reaches out to catch Tony
Everyone looks to see Spiderman land down with a girl
Peter immediately lets MJ go and helps Tony
Peter: Mr. Stark! I'm so sorry! I was aiming for the pile, I guess the trajectory was off! I really wasn't planning on hitting you!
Stephen: *to Loki* guess you're not the youngest anymore.
Steve: you gotta learn on your aim, kid
Bucky raises a brow at Steve holding Tony
Tony lets go of Steve before things get awkward
Clint: who's the girl, spidey?
Peter: *remembering MJ* oh! Everyone! This is MJ! She's in my class. MJ, this is everyone
MJ: *coldly nods her head* 'sup?
Nat: *also coolly* hey
Bucky: *whispering to Clint* I didn't know we could bring a friend?
Clint: dude, you're the friend
Bucky: shut up!
Tony: *unlocks the bus and gets in* alright, roll call!
Peter: *grabbing his and MJ's bags* here
Steve: *grabbing his bag* here
Nat: here
Clint: *grabs his and Nat's bags* here
Bucky: *quietly as he passes Tony* hey
Bruce: here
Thor: I am here as well
Stephen: here
Loki: *sigh* here
Everyone oohs as they enter
The bus is amazing.
The floor is like a really big lounge.
Steve: *standing in the front with Tony* is that everyone?
Nat: where's WandaVision?
Tony: they'll catch up later
Steve: anyone else missing?
Clint: nope!
Tony: alright then. Down here is the lounge. Upstairs is the more private quarters. You can put your stuff in your designated overheads. Code them so you don't get robbed.
MJ: *walking upstairs with Peter* who's gonna rob anyone? You're all adults, aren't you?
Everyone looks at Clint and Loki
Clint buzzes Loki
Loki: ow! What was that for?
Clint: a warning
Loki: you know they were looking at you too
Clint: and now they're only looking at you!
Clint tries to run away but Loki magically brings him back
Nat (also has a screen on Loki) doesn't see malicious intent and lets it pass
Everyone else starts going up.
Another round of oohs goes around.
There are luxurious bus seats that swivel and recline.
Overhead on both sides there are storage cubicles with every avenger's logo. Starting with the O6.
Everyone drops their stuff off and goes back downstairs.
Tony: everybody ready?
Everyone: yes!
Tony: you wanna say it, Cap?
Cap: Avengers? Assemble!
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What If
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton
Summary: Steve is filled with regret about his terrible timing. He tries to drown his sorrows but ends up confronting Bucky and possibly ruining his chances completely.Bucky seeks advice from am unlikely source.
Word Count: 1662
CHAPTER 5
“Forget it, Sam. It’s done. Over. I missed my window,” Steve grips his phone tighter as he speaks. “I had my chance and I blew it.”
“Listen, You don’t know that. You’re both adults. How about you sit down and have an actual discussion about what you want?”
“I think when he left to meet someone else he made it pretty clear.”
“See, there’s your problem. You assume too much. He doesn’t know you’re interested in him romantically. It’s not like he walked out on a date with you. He excused himself from a friendly gathering and went on with his night.”
“You’re right.”
“I usually am. Maybe I’ll meet you to watch the game in case he doesn’t show today. No sense in you sitting there alone drowning your sorrows.”
“Thanks, Sam.” Steve hangs up and stares at his phone for a while. He set his home screen wallpaper to a pic of him and Bucky at the Giants game last month. Their arms around each others shoulders, heads together, huge smiles on their faces.
The screen goes dark. He taps the phone to his forehead, takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Get it together Rogers,” he says out loud. He rolls the phone over in his hands a few times and finally sends Bucky a text.
Steve: Hey Buck, I’m heading down to Shield to watch the game. I hope you can join me. I’ll save you a seat.
He waits twenty minutes but there is no reply. He really isn’t expecting one. He grabs his jacket and keys and heads out to the bar to watch the game. Maybe a few beers will settle his nerves. Sitting home alone would only drive him insane. With no distractions all he’d have to think about is what he saw last night. Seeing Bucky kiss someone else made him feel something. He doesn't want to admit he has feelings for his best friend. The thought of losing him if he doesn't feel the same way just doesn’t seem worth the risk.
Although, Sam calling him out and then seeing Bucky with that guy made him realize sometimes you need to take a risk to get what’s important to you. Hopefully it’s not too late. If it is, so be it. As long as he doesn’t lose his friend, someday he’ll get over the loss of what may have been.
When he gets to the bar he’s happy to see the stools where he usually sits with Bucky are free. He sits and drapes his jacket over the back of the stool next to him. With any luck a handsome brunet will be joining him.
As time ticks by, the first quarter is almost over and Steve has resigned himself to the fact that Bucky isn’t coming. He orders another beer and adds a shot to his request.
“I think I’m on my own today, Phil,” he says to the bartender when he serves him his beer. “Can you gimme a shot of Jack too?”
“Yeah, sure,” Phil replies. He grabs a shot glass and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Sliding the shot in front of Steve he adds, “You look like you just got dumped. Are you okay?”
“Not even close,” he replies as he downs the shot. “Keep ‘em comin’, will ya?”
“Anything you say. You’re the boss.”
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A shower has never felt as good as this one feels right now. Bucky stays in so long the water is beginning to get cold. No amount of soap or water can make him feel clean. He had sex with Clint out of spite and managed to hurt him in the process. Not exactly his best look. He feels dirty all the way to his soul. Maybe if he tells Steve how he feels about him he can start to relieve some of the pressure that seems to be crushing his chest.
He tries to think of the best approach while he dries off. Wrapping his towel around his waist he heads back to the bedroom and sits on the corner of the bed. His eye is drawn to a blinking light across the room.
He sees Steve’s text when he finally retrieves his phone from the floor where he threw it earlier. He looks at the clock and realizes the game has already started.
He wants to join him, do the one thing they’ve done together religiously for the past few months; but he feels unsettled. How does he face the man he wants to be with after the things he did, and had done to him, by another man last night. And Steve, he’s even more confusing. One minute he’s having a one-night-stand with some random chick the next minute he’s looking at him like has something he desperately wants to say but just can’t get it out. Bucky isn’t sure Steve has any clue what he really wants and his heart can’t take much more of this rollercoaster ride.
Maybe he can just go down to the pub, have a few beers with his friend and convince him to come back here and talk about this like adults. Doing this dance around each other is getting old and tiresome.
He digs his Giants shirt out of his dresser and pulls on his favorite jeans and boots. After running his fingers through his still shower-wet hair he decides he’s as presentable as he’s going to be after the night he had.
He looks at his reflection in the living room mirror before he leaves. Running his fingers through his hair,one more time for good measure,he lets out a sigh.
“Here goes nothing.”
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The door to the pub slams and Steve’s head snaps up. Bucky’s gaze immediately goes to the end of the bar where they sit every week. He can see the look of shock on Steve’s face when he realizes he’s the one that just walked in. As he gets closer he can hear Phil say, “Well there ya go, Rogers. Not alone after all.”
Steve’s reply doesn’t go unnoticed either, “Not entirely true.”
“Hey, Stevie. Sorry I’m late. I just couldn’t get moving today. I feel like I got hit by a truck.”
Steve opens his mouth to reply but quickly closes it and looks down at his next shot. Phil appears with Bucky’s favorite beer before he even has a chance to order. Being a local has its advantages. They come here so often they should have barstools with their names on them by now.
“Thanks, Phil,” Bucky says as he throws a twenty dollar bill on the bar. “Get one for my buddy here too, would ya?”
“You’re all set. He started a tab for both of you already. He’s been sitting here looking like a lost puppy. Glad you finally showed up.”
Bucky pushes his twenty over to Steve. He gets a glare for his trouble. This is starting to feel like a mistake. There’s tension in the air but he’s not sure why. Everything seemed fine last night. As fine as things can be when an angry chick is spitting at you.
They sit in companionable silence for a little while, sipping their beers, watching the game, and then it happens. Steve turns to him and slurs the last thing Bucky ever expected to hear.
“Do I have a shot with you or not? Can you jus’ tell me? I didn’t want to do this here but I can’t take it anymore. I jus’ need to know. I saw you with that guy last night,”he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to see it. Definitely didn’t wanna see it—”
Before he can continue Bucky cuts him off.“Look Steve, how about we continue this conversation when you’re sober. And maybe somewhere a little more private.”
“How about YOU jus’ answer my question?” he barks.
This is not the Steve Rogers that Bucky knows. This is a guy that’s had too much to drink and is not thinking clearly. One thing his dad always told him ‘never argue with a drunk, it never ends well.’
“No, you don’t. Not now. Not like this.”
“I gotta go,” Steve snaps. He gets up, snatches his jacket off the back of Bucky’s barstool and motions to Phil. “I’m out, man. I’ll settle up next time.”
Phil waves at Steve and turns to Bucky, “Well, that was awkward.”
“What the hell just happened? How many shots did he have?” he asks.
“Apparently, too many. I’ve never seen him get like that before.”
“Neither have I. That’s what’s got me worried. Guess I better go pour some coffee down his throat and then try to fix this mess,” Bucky explains. He begins to get up and Phil stops him.
“Look, man… word of advice, just leave him be. You guys are only gonna argue and then say shit you don’t mean and can never take back. He’ll sober up and realize he acted like an ass. Just let him come to you when he’s ready to talk. Trust me, okay? I’ve been doin’ this a long time. Seen and heard it all.”
“The way you just said that makes it sound like we’re an old married couple.”
“If the shoe fits,” Phil says under his breath as he turns to help another customer.
Bucky sits back down and pulls his beer closer. He knows the man speaks the truth. Now all he has to do is manage enough self control to NOT go home and bang on Steve’s door until he answers, to not text or call and give him some space. If only he had a little inner voice to stop him before he does something stupid...
“Hey Bucky, where’s Steve? He told me he would be here watching the game.”
Okay, so it’s not an inner voice.
It’s Sam and he has perfect timing.
“Yeah, about him…can we talk?”
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Intentions
It was a peaceful evening, the day had gone by normally without any alerts of danger. It was a great change for once. Having a normal quiet evening without the fear of an alien invasion was a nice change. Especially for the heroes who put their life's on the line to protect their home.
Back at the Avengers tower, the peace undisturbed. The only sounds were soft chatters and the television playing in the background. Many of the Avengers had taken this as an opportunity to leave the house or laze around the tower. Bucky, Sam, Steve and Natasha were all chilling together in the living room having a marathon of How I Met Your Mother.
" This show never gets old. " Sam commented as he watched the characters chase each other around the city.
Robin Scherbatsky appeared on the screen as she ran into the subway causing everyone to look at each other.
Ever since they started watching How I Met Your Mother, they started calling Maria, Scherbatsky and Robin Sparkles.(well only Sam calls her Robin Sparkles)
The actress playing Robin Scherbatsky was a doppelgänger to Maria Hill. They couldn't help themselves but tease her every time they meet her.
" Hill. " They mentioned at the same time. They all laughed before focusing on the show.
Natasha was snuggling on the couch with Bucky, her head resting on his lap. He sat at the end of the sofa letting Natasha lay down on the sofa. He played with her hair, twirling it while he watched the show.
Steve looked over to his two other best friends. Steve was currently on a love seat alone while Sam was on the armchair opposite him. Steve watched the happy couple and could not fight a huge smile. He was happy that his two best friends were finally happy and was happier to learn that the two finally found their way back to each other.
At the start, Steve was slightly weirded out by seeing his best friend since birth cuddling his best friend who had once flirt with him and kissed him but Steve quickly adjusted to the change. Sam and Clint saw this as an opportunity to tease Natasha while Steve just wanted to be their number one supporter.
Steve looked at his popcorn bowl and cleared his throat. " Sam, come with me. I need more snacks. " Steve said giving Sam a look. Sam who knew Steve long enough to understand the different looks Steve gave him casually followed him out of the living room and into the kitchen.
" Alright what are we gonna do today after we sneak off. " Sam immediately said, looking into the fridge for orange juice.
" Damn we have no orange juice. "
" I'm not sure but I feel like we should give them some alone time, you know? It's been a while since they had time for luxury like that. " Sam nodded knowingly.
" Alright I know where to go. "
Steve and Sam quietly made their way out of the kitchen. Luckily for them, Bucky and Natasha were engaged in their own conversations. The duo quickly entered the lift and left the couple all alone.
" If the team did hold a race in New York, I think either Carol or I would have won. Hm but Tony and Clint have a fair chance. " Natasha replies thoughtfully, nodding at her answer.
" Nah Tony would get mobbed and Clint would be helping an old lady cross the streets. " Bucky pointed out. " Just like how Steve would be mobbed. Steve would be mobbed and help an old lady cross the streets. "
" He really would. While Thor, he would just get lost and go his own way instead of staying on the competition route. " Natasha joked making Bucky laugh.
" You're not wrong. I'd get lost too honestly. I'd go home once I'm lost and Sam would be taking pics with anyone who recognises him. " Bucky laughed imagining his friend putting on a show and causing a scene.
" Peter would be close to winning but he spots crime happening and chooses to stop the crime. " Natasha adds on, " Wanda and Vision honestly wouldn't even compete. They'd be at the end line with Pepper and Happy. "
Bucky laughs while Natasha continues. " Bruce would have taken the car but got stuck in a jam instead. And just like How I Met Your Mother, he'd pick someone up most likely Thor. " She smiled thinking of her good friends.
" Wow this conversation is so dumb. " Natasha admitted.
" But I love it just like how I love you. " Bucky replies, taking her hand and kissing it.
" Barnes, smooth as ever. " Natasha gently pulled her hand away. Bucky did not miss the smile on her face and her tinted cheeks.
" Anyway, " Natasha started to change the topic. " Sam and Steve have been gone for a while. Where are they? "
Bucky look at the direction of the kitchen, trying to make out their figures but he couldn't. He took his phone and checked his message from Steve.
sam and i left. we felt like we were intruding your couple time! enjoy ;)
Bucky shook his head at the text but was grateful for their thoughtfulness. Bucky passed his phone to Natasha.
Natasha locked the phone after reading the text and placed it on the coffee table. She sat up and smirked playfully towards Bucky.
" Oh so we have the tower to ourselves huh? " She place one hand on his thighs and rubbed it.
" Uh huh. "
" Well I was thinking of going to be bed, with you. " Natasha immediately stopped whatever she was doing and got off the couch. A teasing smile was plastered onto her face as Bucky licked his lips, staring at her figure.
" See ya. " She said casually before leaving, purposefully swaying her hips.
Bucky quickly took his phone to send a reply before running off to Natasha's room.
He stood leaning against the door, taking in the sight of Natasha waiting for him on the spacious bed. She was laying on her side wearing one of his oversized shirt only. Her pants was long gone, thrown aside onto the floor. It wasn't much but it was Natasha and that was all that really mattered to Bucky.
Bucky removed his shirt, wearing only his sweatpants before joining Natasha on the bed. Natasha rolled onto her back as Bucky hovered above her. " Is this what you were thinking of? " Bucky asked, tucking a stray strand away.
Natasha pretended to think for a moment. " Maybe. " She smiled teasingly before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She kissed lightly on his jaw, causing Bucky to close his eyes.
" Wanna know what I was thinking? " She asked him, voice low and gentle.
" Mmm what? " Natasha leaned closer to his ear, sucking lightly right below his ear. She pulled away and smiled at him as he waited for her next move.
" Honestly, I was just thinking of cuddling you all day. " Natasha revealed which made Bucky raise his brows in shock.
" Natalia Alianova Romanova, you are such a freaking tease! " He exclaimed which made Natasha laugh.
" Sorry I can't help it. " She apologises. Natasha kissed his lips and released her grip around his neck. He shook his head but still shifted to lay beside her.
Bucky pulled her close to him, pulling the blanket over them. One of his leg draped over Natasha's legs as she snuggled into his warmth. The two of them just lay together in silence, enjoying each other's company before falling asleep.
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