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ultralightpoe · 5 months

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Avoidance - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: Clearing out drafts and found this puppy, there is a part two but I have to edit it.. Enjoy!

Word count: 3833

Warnings: Angst.

Enjoy!

This was weird, and by weird you mean absolutely outrageous. You honestly had no clue when it started, but you had racked your brain for the past month to try and see where you had gone wrong. Something you might have said or done to make things this way.

You had to have done something.

Because a month ago Bucky Barnes had been your best friend on this earth, stuck together at the hip. A month ago your friendship had been forged by steel, you would rarely see one without the other. Dinners and sleepovers and missions together. It was Bucky and Y/n, Y/n and Bucky.

It had been a friendship that had started off a little rocky, since Bucky had been stuck to Steve’s side, quiet as ever. You had been a bit too much when he came to the compound, excited to welcome him and show him the best the new world has to offer since you yourself had been a victim of Hydra as well.

You had once been an excited scientist ready to change the world of medicine and instead had come out a mutant that could talk to plants. Years of pain and finally you were meeting someone you might be able to help.

But Bucky had not enjoyed your help, in fact he didn’t seem to enjoy you at all. When you first met years ago he would all but leave the room whenever you came in.

At first you felt pathetic, and a little bit annoying, but Bucky finally opened up. He apologized and explained that he was nervous, nervous to be around you and nervous that you would have recognized him.

Soon after that he came to you for cooking advice and movie nights, you showed him the plants and best healing herbs. You told Bucky everything….. Well almost everything.

You had never told him how you truly felt. How your heartbeat through your chest everytime he looked at you, or the way your lungs seemed to expand for easier air when he spoke to you. Never admit to the heat that filled your body every time you touched him.

You never admitted to loving him, but that was because you were sure that he would start avoiding you again just like he had when you first met.

Not that it mattered because he started avoiding you again anyways.

You think about the day you met him as you shuffle about your apartment in Stark Tower, barefoot on the cold floors as you try to let the nail polish dry easily and clean up the living room.

The compound smelled of heavy lemon cleaning solution and you couldn’t decide if you loved or hated the smell, but that didn’t really matter now as you dashed through the halls. Your shoes clapped against the freshly cleaned floors as you did your ebay to fix your lab coat and hair.

You were supposed to meet Steve and Nat at the quinjet landing pad 30 minutes ago, but had ended up taking a few more patients for the day before Mr. Stark had reminded you to clock out.

You were leading his new medicinal lead, a program that would offer access to better medicine to the people of the world. And though he loved working in the lab with you he often had to remind you not to overwork yourself.

You just wish he had reminded you a little sooner today since you were desperate to make a good first impression. And that wasn’t going to happen if you were late.

“No running in the halls!” Clint calls in a teasing manner which makes you punch his arm as you pass, nearly tripping yourself up since you weren’t paying attention but finally you were hopping up the stairs to the rooftop exit, covered in sweat as you hear the thunderous sound of the quinjet wings starting up again.

You push the heavy door open and gasp in surprise when Steve and a brunette stranger lean back with wide eyes, the door barely skimming the blonde’s nose.

“There she is, dangerous as usual.” Nat smiles, coming around to hug you as you shut the door quieter this time.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I am late-” You start, hugging your best friend before moving to hug Steve who lifts you a little when he hugs back, kissing your hair line before letting you go and backing up so you could see his friend. “You must be Bucky.”

You move to hug him, realizing your mistake a second too late when he backs up, his fists tightening at his sides while his arctic blue eyes widen like a caged animal, his jaw tenses. He had been prepared for a fight, so you take a step back, even out your lab coat and try to smile. “Sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m y/n.”

He nods, the quinjet taking off in the back which makes you and him both flinch, the wind whipping your hair around before Steve is pulling you by your arm as softly as he can to lead you both inside.

“We were just talking about getting something to eat-” Steve begins when they finally close the door.

“Oh, we could take him to that diner that you like Stevie. The one that has the old school food-”

“Maybe just us tonight.” Nat interrupts, casting a nervous look to where Bucky stands in the corner, jaw still tense.

You read the room easily, Nat must know Bucky doesn’t want to be near you right now so you simply nod, giving them one more smile before reaching your hand out to him. “It was great to meet you…..”

He ignores your hand and you have to awkwardly shove it back into your pocket before nodding, taking your leave as Nat mumbles to him in russian.

When you are sure your apartments are clean enough you leave for your lab shift a little early so that you could stop by Bucks apartment, nervous as can be when you make it there.

Reaching a hand up to knock lightly and wait, your feet shuffling on the floors as you rub at your eyes from the lack of sleep, trying to keep yourself awake. When the door creaks open the tiniest bit you pull your hands down quickly and try to act cool when you make eye contact with Bucky.

“Hey Buck.” You smile, doing your best to act happy. He stares for a moment, blue eyes flashing in excitement that gets your hopes up as he opens the door a little wider.

“Mornin’.” He grunts out, looking back to check the time before turning to you once more. “A bit early isn’t it?”

“Yes. Sorry. I was heading to the lab but I wanted to see if you still wanted to have dinner tonight? I get off at 5 but-”

“I’m a bit busy tonight, sorry Do-Y/n.” He clears his throat, using his flesh fingers to comb his hair back.

“You sure? It’s pancake night at the diner-”

“Not tonight. I will see you later, Y/n.” He sighs, giving you one last smile before shutting the door softly.

You stay there a moment, trying to calm your nerves as you hear a small thump on the other side of the door and assume he must have locked it so you simply sigh and walk to the lab where Tony is chugging a large cup of coffee.

“Morning dork.” He greets, smiling a bit as he nods his head to the box of donuts to the side. “Since you have been down lately.”

You didn’t want to admit to Tony that you had ‘been down’ because you missed Bucky, that would be embarrassing and might clue him in to your crush. So you give him your best smile, and kiss his cheek before moving to your station to begin working.

But you can’t get Bucky out of your head. All you can think is ‘what did I do? Why is he mad at me? How can I fix this?”

Anxiety claws at your nerves, and you are too far into your thoughts to notice the chaos that your anxiety is ensuing over the lab. That is until you hear both Tony and Bruce curse and jump back, glass shattering.

Your head snaps back to where they are both trying to regain their footing and find that the small houseplant Pepper had given Bruce for his birthday had grown tenfold. The vines covered most of the lab.

“Apparently the donuts did not cheer her up.” Bruce sighs, both of them turning to where you are standing with your hands clenched around a beaker and a pen as tight as they would go.

“I’m so sorry guys-”

“Can you undo it?” Bruce asks gently and you scoff.

“Can you undo damages to buildings when you-”

“I know I know. I’m sorry.” He laughs, waving his hands. “Hulk smashes, poison ivy grows plants-”

“I’m not-”

“She’s not poison ivy.” Tony snaps in your defense and you feel a wave a love for him before he ruins it. “She’s itchy oak.”

“You are so dead!”

Bucky was screwed. So unbelievably screwed.

This whole plan was tearing him apart, and he didn’t think he could hold out much longer, even smelling your shampoo this morning had him ready to crack. Pull you into his arms and never let you go.

But he couldn’t, Natasha had told him not to.

This started the day he met you, the day he fell in love.

He had been standing on the quinjet with Steve and Nat, trying to pretend as though he wasn’t losing his mind at all the commotion. The sounds of the Quinet queuing up behind them, the wind nipping at his cheeks and neck as he thought of all the spots snipers could be hiding in the buildings by them though Stark Tower stood tall enough no one should be able to shoot him. He just couldn’t help it; he was a soldier.

Nat seemed to realize his tension, pushing both men forward to the door before it swung open, a hair's breadth from Steve’s face. He hears Nat giggle and the quinjet start up again as his eyes finally land on you.

There you were, perfection in human form. Sunlight and warmth and…..just everything he could ever want.

His brain barely registered you moving to hug him before he moved back, tensing and letting the fear control him.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m Y/n.” You had said and he saw what looked to be nervousness covering your face as his heart lurched. Two seconds in and he was already ruining you.

All he could think was ‘monster. Monster monster monster.”

It took weeks for Steve to convince him to talk to you.

And he was so grateful he did.

The lab was bright, and there was not a speck of dust in sight. And yet, somehow, the room that should have reminded him most of Hydra didn’t feel like it. Rather than a cold brightness it was warm lights from the glass windows and the desks were decorated with plants and photos. Little knick knacks strewn about that showed that the people who worked in here were human, good and warm humans.

And then his eyes landed on your desk, where you currently concentrated on something he could barely comprehend, a beautiful cactus in a decorated pot on the shelf by you.

Wiping the sweat on his pants, and taking a deep breath in before he moves up to where you were.

“You don’t have to water cacti.” He blurts, gasping out when you shout in shock , the back on your head hitting the shelf.

“What?” You gasp out, rubbing your head.

“I read…” He takes a second to breathe in. “I read somewhere that you don’t have to water them everyday. They are self-sufficient.”

“Oh! Yeah, they like water every 2 weeks and of course sunlight but��.” You trail off, turning to the small cactus that seems to stand taller at your attention. Then you turn back to him with a nervous smile. “What are you doing? Are you feeling ill?”

“Me? No. I was…. I was actually wondering if you would show me that diner you had talked about the day I came-”

“YES!” You blurt, jumping up and taking your lab coat off. “I am starving.”

He spent the next three hours with you at the diner, talking about everything in the new world that he had found.

Weekly dinners turned into hanging out every day. Which was amazing because Bucky felt like he could truly breathe when he was with you.

There was no Winter Soldier, there was no Soviet Soldier. There was no World War 2 sniper. With you he was Bucky.

But he fell in love with you, and he had no clue how to talk to you about that. He was terrified that you would never talk to him again.

Which lead him to this.

“Maybe you just need a break.” Nat suggested last month, watching him try to climb off the sparring mat and catch his breath.

“I do.” He snaps. “I don’t know how you are never out of breath -”

“I meant from y/n.” She corrects. “Just take a breather. You both are so wrapped up in each other that you forget to breathe without each other. Codependency hurts more when it’s forcefully torn rather than willingly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Take a break on your terms. Just a breather Barnes. You are tearing yourself apart.”

“So what do I do? Just not hang out with her? I can’t breathe when I’m not with her-”

“That’s my point..” She sighs.

“I don’t get it… why are you mad?” Bucky asks, craning his neck to watch you shuffle around behind the couch, snatching the snacks you brought over and climbing over the couch before you are cuddled into his side and near his warmth.

“I’m mad, Buck, because you just admitted to an actual sin.” You mumble, allowing him to wrap you in the blanket and pull you closer. “How have you not seen it yet? Everyone has. Hunger Games is a national…..”

“National?” He asks, eyebrow lifting as he waits for you to finish your sentence, reaching a hand up to rub his thumb over your cheek, lovingly.

“Well I don’t want to say treasure because that just feels wrong since it’s a bunch of kids fighting to the death but everyone needs to see it once.” You gush and he can’t help but smile as you snatch the remote and start the movie. “I brought twizzlers so-”

He cuts you off by snatching the twizzlers and moving you both around so your head was laying on his chest and your legs intertwined with his own. “What’s with that guy's beard? And why is the other guy's hair blue?”

“Just you wait……”

“Did I say something to upset him?” You ask Steve, following him around the kitchen like a lost duck while he cooks dinner for the team tonight. “What did I do Steve?”

“I don’t think you did anything.” He sighs, giving you a pitious glance, before he starts chopping tomatoes. “Buck practically worships the ground you walk on, trust me I would know if you did something wrong.”

“I just don’t underst-” Before you could finish your sentence Steve watches as your phone rings and Yelena’s face pops up. You give him an apologetic glance before leaving the room, and right as you leave one door his best pal comes in another.

“Need any help?” Bucky asks, with Sam slinking behind him with a bag of chips.

“No junk food before dinner.” He snaps, snatching the bag and tossing it to the side which makes Sam groan out and move to grab a drink, stopping at the sight of the shriveled plant.

“Someone get rid of that before Y/n sees it.” He laughs, making the other two look to it.

“I watered that plant 30 minutes ago.” Steve gasps, “it was fully alive before she came in-”

“You mean…. You mean to tell me Y/n drained a plant?” Sam asks, casting a side eye to where Bucky stands with a worried look.

“Is she okay?” He asks, walking up and using his flesh hand to touch at the leaves before he picks up the pot and pulls it close to himself. “I’m gonna get rid of this before she sees what happened to it.”

“You should talk to her, Buck.” Steve sighs. “She’s worried that she did something.”

The rain beat against the window harshly, thunder rumbling in the distance as the smell of the spearmint candle you lit earlier fills the air.

Bucky wakes up slowly, exhaustion still filling his body as he swipes a hand to rub his eyes, lifting his head ever so slightly to see what had managed to wake him up. Vision blurry as he surveys the room for threats only to find you curled in on yourself with vines covering your arms.

Panic claws at him, moving forward to push the hair out of your face and wake you slowly, kissing at your forehead.

You open your eyes slowly, and he whispers to help ease your anxiety, kissing the corner of your lips as he rubs at your arms. “What’s going on?”

“Bad dream…” You mumble out, shoving your face in his chest.

“What were you dreaming about?”

“My cell.” His spine tightens as he remembers what you had to go through. The damp and moldy cell they kept you in, the years of abuse and torture. Of course the rainstorm would draw these memories out.

“Come here, doll” He whispers, pulling the blanket tighter around you both and keeping a tight hold on you. “Just stay with me, yeah? We’ll be alright together.”

You both fall back asleep, keeping a tight hold on eachother.

Three mornings later you find yourself prepped and ready to go for the mission, nerves racking through your body as you walk to the loading bay of the quinjet. With your duffel bag strewn over one shoulder and your gloves in your hand as you try to smile at Bucky.

“Hey Buck.” You start, watching everyone else in their suits. “Are you ready for the mission?”

“As ready as I can be…. Did you sleep last night?” He asks, stepping closer with a worried expression before thinking and stepping back.

“Not really. I was actually hoping to talk to you before the-”

“Alright Barnes. Are you ready?” Natasha asks, coming up behind him. “We need to talk about-”

“Wait, what?” You interrupt, heart clenching. “Are you…..wait are you guys teaming up this session?”

You truly didn’t want to seem lame when you asked this, but you were so confused. “Buck, we always pair up.”

Why did you feel like a middle schooler again?

“Well, sometimes things change. And Nat is down a partner since Clint is with his family.” Bucky blushes, looking between you and Nat as she narrows her eyes.

Feeling your eyes fill with tears you rush to go into the quinjet, dashing past Steve to find a spot.

The blonde narrows his eyes and marches to his friend, where Nat is already digging in. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Bucky asks nervously, eyes casting everywhere else.

“I told you to take a break, Barnes. Not cut her off.” Nat snaps.

“Why did you tell him to cut her off?” Steve asks, hands on his hips as he glares at the two of them.

“I didn’t say to cut her off. I said to take a break.”

“Why?!”

“Because he loves her!”

“Still not catching up.” Steve sighs. “Why take a break if he loves her?”

“Because she is never gonna love me back!” His friend snaps, “She controls plants and I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster-”

“We’ll talk about this later.” Bucky snaps and storms off.

The waitress at the old school diner recognized you and Bucky by now, smiling at you both as you walked in with your hands entwined. She nods her head to your normal booth and Bucky leads the way.

You eat dinner, listening to Bucky talk about his day before the waitress comes by with a sunday.

“The older couple sent this for you guys.” She smiles. “They said you were an adorable couple.”

Your face goes beet red, blanching out before you rush out. “We’re not a couple.”

Bucky gets embarrassed by this, the blatant rejection. Meanwhile you were worried about the fact that Bucky would realize your crush.

“D-Did you still want to watch Star Trek tomorrow?” You ask nervously.

“Actually I have to train with Nat tomorrow.” He sighs, ears going pink as he blushes.

The rain outside the quinjet was alarming, your nerves were beginning to get the best of you, but you were trying to remain cool as you avoided looking in Bucky’s direction.

With your leg shaking and Sam prattling off different codes you tried to focus on anything else but the rain, anything, just so long as you didn’t lose your cool right now.

You were nervous, because of the rain and the fact that you would be the only one without a partner, but most of all you were angry.

What had you done to Bucky to be cut out this way?

A five year friendship completely cut off with no explanation as to why. Treated like the scum on a shoe and for what? What had you done and why couldn’t he just talk to you?

“Y/n?” Sam calls, snapping your attention up to him as he peers at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You fake a laugh, hands fisted into your sides as you hear a flash of thunder in the distance, thoughts going back to that moldy and cold cell they had kept you in. You could still feel the vines leaching across your body in an attempt to keep you warm, using all your strength just to grow them.

“Because Steve has been calling your name for three minutes.” Sam whispers which makes you turn to where Steve is standing with a deeply concerned look. Bucky and Nat sit together behind him, both of them holding concerned looks of their own.

Making eye contact with Bucky, watching his blue eyes melt at you, before an angry vile feeling loosens in your chest. You didn’t want any of their pity.

If he didn’t want to talk to you then so be it.

So you simply turn away and nod to Steve, turning to the front so you don't have to look at any of them.

If Barnes wanted to cut you out then so be it. You would cut him out as well.

Part Two

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ragingemini · 22 days

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Bucky: Will Steve and I be gay lovers in this undercover mission?

Fury: No, as I said this is not neccessary.

Bucky:

#marvel #mcu #avengers #captain america #steve rogers #stucky #funny #meme #bucky #winter soldier #barnes #nick fury #incorrect stucky #incoorect quotes #incorrect quote

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iamthealpha · 1 month

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NOT MINE FOUND IT ON PINTEREST

#stucky #romanogers #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #bucky #barnes #winter soldier #black widow #captain america #the falcon #avengers #civil war #prank

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george-the-pumpkin · 5 months

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Barnes: I raised five perfectly functional children.

Lockwood: *tearing up* You have five other children we don’t know about?!

#incorrect quotes #incorrect lockwood and co quotes #incorrect lockwood and co #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #inspector barnes #montague barnes #barnes #source: modern family

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leizy-zet · 1 year

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chyckles · 4 months

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Mastermind

━ A Bucky Banes one-shot

━ Pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

━ Summary: Where you plan a masterplan to confess your feelings for Bucky.

━ Words: 2.6k

━ Warnings: None, just my bad grammar

━ A/N: Nat is alive in this one, just wanted a little AU were everyone is happy and alive.

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Bucky isn't in his best mood. Actually, he's been in a bad mood lately, at least when he's with you. So you know that you should wait until he seems better to put the plan into action. But you just can't wait anymore, you've been having a pretty bad week yourself, and you need to get it out of your chest just yet, or it may end up killing you.

So, arming yourself with courage, you approach him that night. He seems to be doing nothing, just scrolling boringly through his phone. He looks cute, using both of his hands to hold the phone, just like old people.

"Hey, Buck" you say when you enter his range of vision.

He looks up from his phone, he doesn't look startled, probably heard you entering the room with his super-soldier ear.

"Hey" he says, and goes back to his phone. For a man who wasn't born in this century, he seems to enjoy new technologies.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure" he says, even though he looks pissed. You don't understand why he's acting so strange around you lately, maybe you really shouldn't be doing this.

You sigh.

"So... I was planning on watching a movie with Nat, but she just went on a mission. Do you... want to watch it with me?" you ask quickly, like if you say it fast enough the words would change or something.

"I'm busy" he simply says, frowning. He doesn't look busy at all.

You look around as if looking for something or someone that's keeping him busy. You, of course, don't find anything, so you nod sadly and turn around "Okay, I'll ask someone else"

Great, the plan hasn't even begun and you have already failed. You feel stupid. Why would a man like Bucky Barnes be interested in you? You're just a normal woman, there are plenty of better options out there, even inside the team.

As you approach the door, you feel the pain of rejection wash over you. Bucky and you were always close friends, but lately, he's been acting all cold and weird with you. Maybe he found out you like him and is trying to push you away? That's the only thing that makes sense, and it hurts you. It hurts you because not only are you losing the man you have feelings for, but you're also losing a great friend.

"Wait" you hear Bucky's voice when you reach the door.

"Mhm?" you ask, turning around, he's now standing.

"You know what? A movie sounds great" he says with a nod.

You can't help but smile "Really? Cool. I was thinking of a horror movie, but if it's not your thing we can watch something else. You know, if you get scared easily?" you tease.

You're beginning to regret teasing him, now that your relationship is not at its best, but then he smiles:

"Yeah, I think I can handle myself, horror sounds good"

You nod, now excited "Great, I'll make some popcorn a prepare some drinks, we'll have fun"

"Sounds good"

You nod with a smile "You can choose the movie while I prepare everything. Choose a good one"

With that being said, you start to walk to the kitchen.

Now your plan can begin. To be completely honest, you didn’t have anything prepared with Nat, you just needed an excuse so you didn’t sound so desperate about it. You have everything planned: first, you will confirm if Bucky likes you, with subtle touches and light words. Then, you will finally confess your feelings. You just hope you don’t embarrass yourself.

Since he’s been so rude to you lately, you’re not so sure about the plan, but what can you do? Just stay there, watching him from a distance, but never making a move? You’re not like that, you have to do something, or you may combust. At least you have to find out if he likes you back, or if his sudden behavior with you is because he doesn't like you anymore, even as a friend. At least he has accepted to watch the movie, that has to mean something. Right?

With that in mind, you grab the popcorn and the drinks and make your way to the living room. Bucky is already there, scrolling through a streaming service with a frown on his face.

“Hey” you leave everything on the table and smile at him. He doesn’t smile back, just nods while you sit down next to him. Why is he being so reserved? You really don’t understand.

You can’t help but notice that he’s sitting in a way that his metal arm is not facing you, how convenient.

“So… have you chosen a movie yet?” you say as you eat popcorn.

“No, still trying to think what to pick” he says, turning his face back to the TV.

"Anything's fine, really. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece (horror movies normally aren't)"

“Alright” and his eyes linger on yours, maybe longer than he intended. You can’t help but notice and smile.

Then he chooses a random movie and press play. He makes himself comfortable and you catch him looking at you. Is he looking at you with happiness, discomfort or something more? You can’t tell, his face is indecipherable.

You turn away from him, you don’t want to make it so obvious that you like him, not before putting your plan into action. So you stare at the movie, but you can still feel his eyes looking at you from time to time.

The movie plays and you’re too nervous to make a move. You sigh, now unsure about everything.

Then, the perfect moment for your plan occurs. There’s a jump scare in the movie. You’re not scared at all, but you jump a little and hold his hand, wanting to see his reaction.

His face doesn't change, but you can feel his body stiffening. Maybe he doesn’t like you after all? Maybe this was a bad idea? Maybe you’re making a fool of yourself?

But then he squeezes your hand and looks at you with a reassuring smile. All the doubts leave your mind when you see that smile that you love so much, when you feel his hand around yours, comforting you.

First part of your plan: done. He didn’t back off, he didn’t look at you like you’re crazy or called you out.

It still didn’t mean anything, right?

You continue watching the movie, and you proceed with the second part of the plan. This is a little more risky, but you assure yourself that it’s worth it. You fake yawn a few times.

Finally, you, slowly, rest your head on his shoulder.

He doesn't move, maybe even being a little more frozen than he normally would be. You smile, this is a good sign, right? You wish you could see his face, or read his mind.

You continue watching the movie like this, resting your head on his shoulder and still holding his hand. There’s nowhere in the world where you wish to be more than here.

You still have more things in your plan, but the movie ends before you can make them happen. You finally separate from him, your body hot where he was touching you.

“Hmm, not the best movie I’ve watched, but entertaining enough, right?” you ask with a smile.

“Yeah, it wasn’t bad” he nods.

He looks at his hands, you can feel he’s nervous. Is that a good sign or a bad one? You can’t tell.

“I should get going” he suddenly says.

You feel disappointed.

You still haven’t decided if you’re gonna confess or not. He didn’t react bad to any of your moves, but you still feel unsure. What if he sees you just like a friend? What if you ruin your friendship? Then again, your friendship hasn't been in its best stage lately, you wouldn't be ruining anything.

You decide to do it. You just can’t stand this feeling. Looking at him, being close to him, but not being able to kiss him, to touch him… it’s just so painful.

“Got somewhere better to be?” you finally ask.

“Not really” he says “But… I should go. Thanks for the movie, tho”

He stands up and starts walking away.

“Wait” you say. You can’t just let him go like that, you may not have another chance like this, where you two are alone “Wait, I… need to tell you something, can you sit down for a minute?”

“Alright” he says with a confused frown, but he does as you say and sits down again.

You swallow nervously, unsure where to start. You decide to start with the beginning:

"I... I kind of lied to you. I wasn't planning on watching a movie with Nat, I haven't even seen her since yesterday. I... planned all of this to spend time with you" you confess "Alone time with you" you specify.

“You did?” he asks. He seems confused.

“Mhm, and you know why?” This is it, you’re gonna say it.

“Why?” he asks softly.

“Because I like you” you finally confess.

The room falls completely silent. Bucky is apparently frozen. You are too.

You try to look into his eyes, looking for a sign. But he’s not looking at you.

“Well? You don’t have anything to say?” you chuckle nervously.

"I..." he stutters before he manages to get his voice back. “I like you too."

You sigh and laugh with relief "Really? I mean, I..."

“Yeah, I really do” This time he looks at you, and you can finally see his eyes. They’re shining, you have never seen them like that, you have never seen them as beautiful “I like you a lot”

You smile and lean in towards him. You look at his lips and then at his eyes, like begging him to kiss you.

You are so close… so close you can feel his breath. So close he can probably hear your fast heartbeat. “Kiss me” you whisper.

You don’t have to ask twice, he closes the space between you and kisses you. His mouth presses against yours, soft and gentle at first, then more firmly, with a hunger that has been growing for too long. His hand travels to your waist, holding you; and yours goes to his hair, holding him even closer to you.

It feels like you two are melting into each other, his body pressed against you, every inch being touched. It feels almost surreal, almost magical.

Your tongues meet and you both let out a murmur of joy. Everything is perfect, this is how things should be.

You grab all the courage you have left and make your way towards his lap, putting each leg on either side of him. He lets it happen. Your legs are now wrapped around him, making it impossible to be closer.

He now holds you with both his arms, probably without thinking about it. Both the warm and the cold sides of him make you feel whole.

You finally separate from him to catch your breath, he seems to be just fine, tho.

He then smiles shyly, like you just did not kiss fiercely a second ago.

“I’m glad you told me”

“Yeah, I’m glad too” you say with a smile.

He shifts, making himself more comfortable, before he looks into your eyes with a smile "I… how long has it been that you feel this way about me?"

You raise your eyebrow, confused by the sudden question, but decide to answer:

“I think I liked you since the moment I met you, since the moment I saw that pretty face framed by that long hair" you laugh, and he blushes a little, making you blush too "But I thought I just liked you as a friend, I didn't realize what my feelings were until a few weeks ago, you know, after that mission... when you were injured, and I thought..."

“You thought what?”

“That I was gonna lose you” you confess and that makes him smile sweetly. Your right hand travels to his cheek and start caressing it "Yeah, and in that moment it hit me: I didn't want you as a friend anymore, I wanted to hold you, to take care of your injury, to kiss you until you feel better”

After a moment of comfortable silence you ask:

“What about you? When did you start to have feelings for me?"

He seems to think about it for a moment, maybe contemplating if he should tell you.

"Do you remember when I told you I was having nightmares about the time I was tortured by HYDRA?"

“Yeah, that night neither of us could sleep?”

"Mhm, well... in that moment, when you comforted me... when you were there for me... I knew then. That was when I realized how much I liked and cared for you, more than any friend or teammate ever before."

You smile softly "That was a while ago, you should've told me sooner"

“I thought you would never feel the same way about me, though you were just being kind, like any friend would”

“That’s funny, I’ve been avoiding telling you because of the same reason” you chuckle slightly.

“I guess we’re both stupid”

“Yeah… But, anyways, I have a question… why were you being so… why were you avoiding me lately?” you didn’t wanna say the word ‘mean’.

“Oh, you notice?” he says, and you can feel embarrassment in his voice “I just… it hurted me being around you, but not being able to… you know… kiss you or…” he rambles.

You smile and kiss him again, this time the kiss is soft and short.

When you separate, you can’t help but laugh out loud with the thoughts that cross your mind.

“God, Nat is not gonna believe I told you”

“What? You've been telling Nat about me?" he raises an eyebrow.

“Of course, she’s my friend” you smile.

"Right, right. What else did you tell her?” he asks. Is he teasing you?

"Oh, nothing, really. Just rambling about how beautiful I think you are... you know, that kind of things girls talk about" you say caressing his cheek. That makes him blush again "I think she would be relieved that I finally confessed, because now I can tell you instead of her, she was getting irritated" you chuckle.

He chuckles too, probably imagining Nat pissed about you rambling about him. The thought of it is just too ridiculous.

"Did you always plan to confess to me at some point then?" he asks.

“Of course, I always have to make the first move” you joke.

"So, you really planned all of this? Not just the movie, but the whole confession as well?" he smirks.

"Yeah, the movie was just to make sure you liked me too. You know, holding your hand and all that... I'm a mastermind"

“And I guess that means you'll be making the first move the rest of the time as well?"

"Of course" you smile evilly.

"Of course," he mimics back. "Well, I guess I'll just have to get used to you taking charge then."

He smiles back at you in the same way you did and leans forward so that his face is close to you again.

"What are you planning next?" he hints with a smirk.

"Well, I was planning on asking you to be my boyfriend?" you ask with a sly smile.

"Be your boyfriend?" he repeats with a teasing smirk. "Did you plan that as well? Is this the next step in the mastermind's plan?"

"Mhm, is it working? Would you say yes?"

"Yes," he suddenly answers, not wasting any time. "I'll be your boyfriend."

"Great" you say and then give him a quick kiss.

"And now that I'm your boyfriend, what are our next steps?"

"I have to keep that a secret, don't want to spoil my masterplan" you wink.

"I should've known," he says, laughing softly. "Always a step ahead, isn't it?"

"Always" you chuckle.

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klecrone · 6 months

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Last week, days after getting my flu and Covid boosters, I managed to catch Covid for the first time, and ended up spending my first hours... painting some Barnes and Alpine Angst/Comfort art, as one does. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out for a two-sitting painting, all things considered! In my head, I was channeling Barnes from Winter of the White Wolf, but not any particular existing scene. Just a general flashback to those rough post-Hydra years. Have no fear! I'm still working on writing and editing the next chapter of the story, and hope to have it out once my fever breaks and I'm feeling better.

Unrelated, hannahshattuck was inspired by my painting and wrote a drabble based on how she imagines the scene might've played out if Steve were around, which you can read here: You Pull Me Out of the Gray. She wove such a wonderful and heartfelt scene here, and you should totally check it out!

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unteriors · 6 months

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N Main Street, Barnes, Kansas.

#Barnes #Kansas

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leizyzet · 1 year

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My fan work. Winter soldier.

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ultralightpoe · 6 months

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Mini Me - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 956

Warnings: none

Description: Small halloween blurb. - reader is a single mother

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

Being normal was hard.

Not that Bucky had ever thought any of this would be easy, leaving the history of the winter soldier behind was going to be impossible, but he was going to give it a shot.

He got an apartment and a nice bedframe………that he kept empty and chose to sleep on the floor since it seemed to help with the anxiety of it all. It’s what he knew.

He got a therapist……. That he often lied to.

But as much as he panicked about not being able to blend in and not being able to catch up, there were some things that Bucky found he liked about his new life.

The absolute biggest being the wonderful woman that lived across the hall from him with her small daughter. The two people in this building that had actually made him feel like a human being after years of torture and misery.

He remembers the first day he met you both, when he had first moved in and you had welcomed him with a welcome basket that your daughter refused to let you hold. It was too heavy for her to carry and she obviously struggled to hold it up, the smile on her face more of a grimace that showed her missing tooth. When you went to help her she cried out and moved away which made you pull back quickly and look at him with an apologizing look.

You had invited him to breakfast, he had not gone until a couple months later when you both invited him again and the beating in his heart absolutely demanded he go.

Now he was here, pacing back and forth in his apartment dressed and ready to go as he waits until he hears you two leave your apartment.

This would be his first halloween he would see in the new world, and you had both done him the honor of inviting him to go trick or treating with you. And he was so excited, though it was too late to come up with a really cool costume he had managed to snag a pirate costume from a place called Spirit Halloween at the last moment and he was really hoping you both liked it.

He finally hears y/d rustling about out in the hall and takes a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down before he opens his front door slowly and finds you both standing in the middle of the hall waiting with big smiles on your faces.

His eyes meet your own, dressed as an old witch, and he can’t fight the blush that fills his cheeks before he looks down to the young one and his heart completely stops.

She is barely containing her own excitement, your hands on her shoulders the only thing keeping her still as Bucky looks at the winter soldier costume she had made. The silver arm made him smile.

“She wanted to go as her hero.” You smile and he can do nothing but nod with a large smile on his face.

“I am completely honored.”

“LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO!” Y/d screams, escaping your hands and dashing to him where he easily catches her with his flesh arm.

“Trick or treating?” He asks, looking to you as you shake your head.

“Too early. Dinner first.”

Multiple people had stopped by your table at dinner to compliment the family costumes, and by the time you had all eaten and it was time to trick or treat y/d had a firm hold on his hand, allowing him to lift her every so often to make sure she didn’t trip as you both took him door to door.

He was having the absolute time of his life.

But finally the night was coming to an end and he held two fulls bags of candy in his metal arm and carried Y/d in his other arm from where she fell asleep in his arms. Her cheek smushed against his shoulder, some of the eyeliner from the winter soldier swiping on the fabric of his own costume.

“I can carry something-” You offer once more before he shakes his head.

“I’ve got it.” You nod at his answer, walking beside him. Truth was he was so incredibly happy that you let him hold your daughter, that you trusted him enough to carry her. And his heart practically melted when he realized your daughter trusted him enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. “Thank you for inviting me, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you for coming with us. We both had a wonderful time.”

“So did I.” You were both getting to the entrance of the building and Bucky cringes as a loud horn blasts and he can only hope it doesn’t wake his mini me up. “Would you…. Maybe ever consider getting dinner sometime?”

His voice is tight and he feels like he is about to melt at how hot his skin is. You smile sweetly as you watch him before tilting your head.

“We have dinner and breakfast every week, Buck.”

He can’t stop the nerves, cringing at his own awkwardness. “I…. well I meant like a- okay well- It’s just-”

“I would love to go on a date.” You whisper, leaning forward to plant a small kiss on the corner of his lips and he can’t help but smile. “Y/d has been trying to convince me to marry you for weeks now.”

“I knew I loved her for a reason.” Bucky laughs, looking down to where the girl is actively snoring.

Overall his first halloween with you guys was a great one, and he could not wait for next year as well.

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annasfantasies · 3 months

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aaaaa I saw "request: open" and I can't hold myself back !! Anyway, I was wondering if you could do a fic ab Bucky Barnes pretending to struggle with modern technologies just to spend time w the reader, MASSIVE fluff 😩😩✨️✨️🫶🫶🫶 Thank you <3

Lair

/Bucky Burnes x fem!reader

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Credits to authors of the pics

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend “struggles” with his phone

Warnings: fluff, nicknames (baby, doll, handsome), my English

Word count: 1.5k

ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

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I unlocked the front door of the flat that I’m sharing with my boyfriend, Bucky. I sat my purse on a small table in our hallway and closed the door behind me. I toed off my shoes and kicked them under the table next to Bucky’s.

When I walked into our living room I could see Bucky sitting on the sofa, his back facing me. He was looking into his lap and I could see he was holding something. I stretched my arms over my head while walking over to him.

I hugged him from behind and kissed his temple. “Hey, baby.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into his neck. He smelled like aftershave and old books.

He placed his left hand on mine arms that were resting on his chest and caressed them. “Hi, doll.” He turned his head and kissed my forehead making me hum. “How was your day?” He asked.

I groaned and hugged him tighter. “Exhausting.”

His thumb was making circles on my skin trying to make me feel better. He knows I prefer not to talk about work.

We were like this for few more minutes until I pulled back. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” I said and ruffled his hair. He just nodded and I bet he also rolled his eyes.

I walked into our bedroom and opened my side of our closet and looked into the shelve where I keep the comfy clothes. I took out some cream coloured sweatpants and one of Bucky’s shirts that I stole from him. I put it on and threw the old clothes into a laundry basket. I took off my jewellery and placed it into a tiny box where I keep all of it.

Before I went to the living room, I went to our kitchen. I took a glass out of a cabinet and poured water into it. Meanwhile I heard Bucky whine and shout out my name. “Come here!”

I rolled my eyes and I took a sip of my drink. When I got to the living room I placed the glass on the coffee table that was in front of the sofa and looked at him. “What?” I put my hands on my hips.

He looked at me with the ‘puppy eyes and pouty lips’ face. “I need help with my phone.” He finally said and showed me his phone screen with the gallery app opened. “Will you help me, doll?”

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head at him. “Only if you say the magic word.” I grinned.

He rolled his eyes but did how I said anyway. “Please?”

I nodded and was about to sit next to him but he pulled me into his lap by my waist, I was sitting with my right side facing him. “Bucky!” I laughed slightly.

He chuckled and laid his head on my shoulder. “What? I want you close. I missed you all day.” He peppered my shoulder and neck with small kisses.

My right hand snaked around his shoulder and into his hair, I brushed them with my fingers and pulled his head away from me so I could look him into his eyes. His blue orbs stared at me with a smile on his pink lips. I returned it with a grin and pecked his nose. Then his cheeks and forehead, by the time I was about to kiss him on the lips we were both giggling and blushing. He put the phone next to him on the sofa and grappled my left cheek. His thumb stroked my skin before he dipped his head down and finally kissed me. It was short kiss but it was sweet and full of love that we poured into it.

He pulled away first but it wasn’t enough for me, I followed his lips and he chuckled. I kissed him again, he grabbed me tighter. We were connected until we ran out of breath and were forced to pull away. We were panting and smiling like two idiots.

“I missed you too, handsome.” I finally opened my eyes after a while and bit my bottom lip. He looked so good, I wished I could kiss and cherish him forever.

He looked at me with smile. “So, will you help me? Please?”

I nodded. “Of course.” He handed me his phone and I took it from him. “What’s the problem?”

He laid his head on my shoulder again and circled his arms around my waist. “Where do I find the pictures I deleted?” He squeezed me and pulled me closer, if that’s even possible - I was practically laying on him.

I rested my head on his. “I already showed you two days ago.”

He shrugged and mumbled. “I forgot.”

I rolled my eyes sat him, he definitely didn’t forget. He never does. “If you wanted me close to you, you could have just asked me.” I shook my head with chuckle. “You didn’t have to make up some lie, baby.”

He hummed and squeezed me again. “I’m not lying.” He insisted.

I snorted. “And I’m the president.”

He pinched me into my side and mumbled something again. “Stop making fun of me.”

I winced and smacked his hand. “Stop pinching me.”

He pinched me again.

I gasped playfully and lifted my head of his. I turned off the phone and threw it on the sofa next to us. “Okay, then I’m not helping you.” I crossed my arms over my chest, sat straight up and turned my head from him so I wouldn’t give into the puppy face.

He groaned and pulled me closer again. “Noo.” He whined and softly grabbed my jaw. He tried to turn my head but I moved out of his grasp. He grabbed my jaw again and this time I let him do as he wanted but I closed my eyes. “Look at me.” He pleaded

I shook my head ‘no’ and bit my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. He pinched me again. “Look at me or I won’t stop.” And again.

I slowly opened my eyes to find the blue lakes staring into my soul. “Then admit you’re lying.” I tilted my head to my right.

He just stared at me. “I’m not lying.” He insisted again with a roll of his eyes but I could see right through the act.

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to get off of his lap. He just pulled me back into him. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked me.

I didn’t answer him and tried again. “I asked you a question.” He pinched me again.

I slowly turned my head in his direction and glared at him. “Pinch one more time and you’re sleeping on the sofa for a week straight.”

All he did was laugh at my treat. He threw his head behind him and closed his eyes. He did a mistake though. He loosed his grip on me.

I quickly stood up and ran out of the room. “Hey!” I heard him shout out, my name following it.

I could hear him stand up and run after me. I have to hide somewhere. “We both know I will catch you!” I ran into our bed room and looked around. Where could I hide? I looked around again and that when I saw the closet. Before I could even open it, his armes snaked around my middle part. He lifted me off the ground making me yelp and scream. “Bucky!” He chuckled and turned us around to the bed. He walked towards it and threw me onto it. I yelped again and glared at him.

He got on the bed on all four and slowly approached me with a grin on his handsome face. He got on top of me and squinted his eyes. Before I could ask him what is he planning on doing, he laid down on me with his whole weight. I gasped because I wasn’t expecting it but hugged him anyway.

He snuggled into the crook of my neck. I could feel him place soft kiss on my skin. His breath tickled me causing me to giggle. I closed my eyes and let the sweet moment to sink in. It’s rare when we have time for each other, but when we do, it’s worth everything.

I put my hand into his hair and brush my fingers through it. “You’re like weighted blanket.” I scratched onto his scalp and it made him purr like cat. He looked so adorable I couldn’t resist him.

I turned my head towards him and kissed the crown of his head. “I love you.” I mumbled.

He smiled agains my neck and kissed the skin again. “I love you more, doll.”

I shook my head. “Not possible.”

He mumbled something about not agreeing with me but he didn’t even finish his sentences before he fell asleep.

He held me tight even in his sleep, I continued to play with his hair until the sleep took over me too.

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A/N: Hii I hope you like it! Thank you for your request🫶 if you find any mistake please let me know‼️ don’t forget to reblog, comment or like💗

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ragingemini · 1 year

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Nat: Steve is back from his undercover mission.

Bucky: Pls tell me he doesn't have another terrible haircut.

Steve:

#marvel #mcu #avengers #captain america #steve rogers #stucky #steve x bucky #funny #meme #bucky #stevebucky #barnes #incorrect stucky #incorrect quote #gif #text #chris evans

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fandomnsfw · 11 months

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Th Sergeant’s Admirer - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: I actually had writers block and decided to look through some unfinished stuff and came across this it started at 1k words and I decided to see where my idea's took me...It got out of hand. This is the biggest one-shot I've actually ever done. its over 7k and its my first Bucky fic I'm excited to hear every ones thoughts. (if you don't like don't read)

Warnings: Smut, there fluff lots of it, I have a minor fetish or kink for like Bucky's arm so that may leak in this story. (oops)

Description: You’re a sci-fi writer who happens to support Sergeant Barnes rather publicly in an interview for your latest book, which somehow ends with you being asked to help boost the Sergeants PR.

Thank you to my beta who gave this a quick edit last night @lets-imagine-fanfics

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“So, Y/N, as a successful writer of a sci-fi book series everyone is wondering who is your favourite Avenger?” The interviewer asked with a bright white smile that was beyond fake in your eyes.

“That depends on what reason? I mean I know everyone wants me to say Captain America because the hero of my book is noble and righteous much like our good Captain, but to be honest; I most admire Sergeant Barnes.” You replied easily clearly shocking the interviewer as her jaw dropped immediately.

“You mean The Winter Solider?” The interviewer asked sceptically.

“No, HYDRA created The Winter Solider by torturing a good man that fought for this country over 70 years ago. The man who now helps the Avengers and their cause is not the assassin they created but the Sergeant finally getting his life back and once again serving his country despite having every right to retire and live a normal life.” You answered easily, your smile finally real as you spoke passionately about your beliefs on the subject.

“So, you believe that the Sergeant shouldn’t be treated like a terrorist and a killer despite his wrongdoings?” The interviewer sassed back making your face drop instantly.

“I’m sorry…so if Miss Wanda Maximoff came in here and made you kill everyone in this room…would you think it fair to get charged for the murders?” You asked causing her to splutter.

“I think this interview is over and I don’t think I will be taking any more interviews from this station. Oh, one more thing…” You started before staring into the camera.

“Sergeant Barnes, if you are watching this, thank you for your service.” You spoke sweetly into the camera making everyone chuckle under their breaths before you took your exit out of the studio, your manager following you with a panicked expression.

As you stepped outside of the building, your manager tried to keep the paparazzi away but pictures were still being taken and their questions were relentless, so you decided to answer some of their inquiries. Holding your hand up they easily quietened down but continued to take pictures.

“Miss Y/L/N, is it true that your favourite avenger is Mr Barnes or was it a publicity stunt?” You shot the person a glare before crossing your arms.

“No, I truly admire Mr Barnes.” You answered with gritted teeth.

“Do you know Mr Barnes personally?” Someone asked in the back.

“No, but I would absolutely love to meet him one day.” You replied with a happy nod and as you did your manager started tugging on your jacket with wide eyes.

As her words flowed into your ear your jaw hit the floor and everyone started screaming questions again, but you couldn’t breathe, everything you had just said was being watched live from a few News stations and Captain America had seen it all.

“That’s the end of the questions today, thank you so much for your patience’s and thank you to my fans who never stop giving.” You muttered robotically as your manager dragged you away from the crowd straight into a black car that was waiting next to the pavement.

As the car drove, you stared at the floor wishing you knew how this had happened but you knew how… you were the only person to ever speak up about the hardships and horrors Mr Barnes must’ve been through… however you never expected to get so much from it, you had just wanted to share your opinion.

“We’re here, Miss Y/L/N.” The driver stated as you stared up at the Stark tower with wide eyes.

Everything from the entrance to the top floor was a blur, your mind couldn’t function knowing you were about to meet an Avenger. As you entered the room you saw three faces that looked familiar and four that didn’t, but you held your head high hoping your nerves weren’t obvious.

“Miss Y/L/N, thank you for meeting with us on such short notice.” The most famous man in America spoke, making your eyes widen comically.

“Well, when Captain America asks to meet you…you can hardly say no, Sir.” You chuckled nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear before straightening out your dress.

“Please call me Steve. I asked to meet you to thank you for what you said about Bucky in your interview today. You’re the first person I have seen speak about him with such admiration.” Steve stated happily, his smile lighting up the room in a way no one else probably could.

“It was only the truth, S-Steve.” You stuttered shyly your cheeks flushing as you noticed Tony Stark rolling his eyes which made your eyes narrow.

“I’m sorry, do excuse me but is there an issue, Mr Stark?” You huffed with much more attitude than you probably should’ve been aiming at him.

“I just think your ‘opinion’ is wrong.” He stated with an arrogant smirk.

“And I think you married way out of your league and personally think you have a narcissistic personality, but I kept that part to myself when I spoke of the avengers. No offence to your genius and well achieved wife.” You stated as you gave Pepper a nod of apologies.

“None taken, Miss Y/L/N. However, I believe your admiration for Mr Barnes is actually a good thing…he doesn’t get a lot of good publicity and I think you are good for his PR.” Pepper stated making you nod in agreement.

“The Sergeant hasn’t seen that interview, has he?” You asked your face turning bright red as you assessed the room full of people.

“Actually, he’s being shown it as we speak…he should be done in about… oh here he is now.” Steve stated as the man you’d defended walked through the door.

“Oh, for the love of Thor.” You whispered in embarrassment, your hand covering your face as you shot your manager a panicked look.

“Bucky, this is Y/N Y/L/N from the interview… she’s a big fan.” Steve teased, his smirk not going unnoticed by you.

“I must say, Captain, you are much more of an asshole than I thought… and your arms are way bigger than they look on pictures…” You rambled clearly your filter had completely vanished.

“I am so sorry… when I get nervous, I tend to lose my mouth filter just tell me to shut up…Okay…big fan Sergeant.” You added with a bright red face as you turn towards Bucky and held your hand out for him to shake.

“Thanks… Why am I here, Steve?” He huffed with a very uncomfortable half smile as he shook your hand awkwardly.

“I think you and Y/N should spend some time together in public places…I think it would boost your PR and also make you less antisocial.” Steve snorted making Bucky glare at his longtime friend.

“I am not antisocial, I just don’t like most people, and everything is different… even dating is done on the internet now, it’s stupid.” Bucky rolled his eyes before looking at you with a more focused gaze.

“I appreciate your words, Doll, but I’m not about to force you to spend time with me because you don’t hate me like the rest of America.” Bucky spoke to you, and you shook your head.

“I’m actually a big fan genuinely… I think you’re amazing also I agree, online dating is stupid.” You stated his words had made you smile in a way you hadn’t in a while.

“You’re an interesting woman, I’ll give you that, sweetheart.” Bucky chuckled sending you a panty melting smile that made you literally clutch your metaphorical pearls.

“Bucky used to be quite the ladies' man, back in the day.” Steve snorted suddenly making your eyes shoot towards him.

“I was, until this asshole grew muscles, and no woman would pick me over him.” Bucky huffed playfully with an eye roll.

“No offence, Captain, but I think I’d choose the Sergeant…” You whispered to Steve earning a smile from him.

“I can hear you, Doll.” Bucky whispered teasingly causing your face to flush.

“Well… moving on. I would be happy to spend some time with you, if you wouldn’t mind of course. It would be great to get to know you.” You mumbled in embarrassment your cheeks turning bright pink.

“I guess. What could go wrong?”

Everyone’s famous last words.

RENOWNED SCI-FI AUTHOR DATING THE WINTER SOLDIER!

Those words were sprawled across the front page of the New York Times. It wasn’t that people were assuming you’d date Mr Barnes, but more that you’re embarrassed for Mr Barnes because anyone is crazy if they think that man would want to date a silly Sci-Fi author.

“I really hope he doesn’t think I had anything to do with this.” You muttered to your manager, as you rode the elevator up to the Stark PR Office.

“In what world would you want to date a 100 year old man?” She chuckled making you shoot a glare straight at her.

“In every world wouldn’t I date Mr Barnes. He’s charming, handsome and a gentleman.” You snapped back at your manager, making her look down in shame.

You slapped down the paper as you threw your head back in frustration. You had only been on a few outings with Mr Barnes but somehow the sleaze bag journalists deemed that enough to assume you were dating. Your work phone had been ringing none stop all morning with people asking for quote on your supposed new relationship.

You had finally turned your phone off after sending a text to Steve with your personal phone number. The calls were getting too much, and your head was pounding. Your personal phone started ringing so you hurried to answer the call.

“Doll?” The sergeants voice rang out over the speaker making you jolt up straight as you took speaker mode off and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hi, Mr Barnes.” You muttered sweetly, making him groan.

“I told you to call me Bucky, Doll.” He chuckled making you flush bright red.

“I’m so sorry about the paper, Bucky.” You sighed softly making your manager roll her eyes.

“It’s hardly your fault, sweetheart. It doesn’t bother me let them assume whatever they want. I hope it doesn’t bother you.” He chuckled darkly making you frown.

“It doesn’t. I was more worried you’d be bothered, kind of puts a damper on your single status.” You giggled making him laugh.

“Hey there are worse things. Steve says it’s good PR.” He mumbles causing you to nod only to realise he couldn’t see you.

“I’m popping to the farmers market later would you like to come? Maybe we could go for lunch after?” You asked quietly hoping he would say yes.

“You sure? People might think we’re married next.” He teased making you giggle.

“There are worse things.” You sassed his own words back at him causing another chuckle from the older man.

“Okay, I’ll pick you soon. You okay with bikes?” He asked softly making your heart flutter.

“Hell yes!” You exclaimed happily as you hung up and sent a text with your address.

You quickly ran to get dressed. Sliding on a pair of black skintight cargo pants, khaki green long sleeved cropped Henley with your black leather lace up heels and your teddy bear fur collared leather jacket.

Your hair was curled loosely, your makeup was simple with a glowing base. You deemed the outfit acceptable for the market and a bike ride.

You gave yourself a nod in the mirror, just as you received a text from Bucky telling you he was here. You bid your manager goodbye, telling her to lock up when she left, before running out the house with a smile. You spotted Bucky immediately stood next to his bike with a very serious scowl on his face.

When he spotted you, his scowl was replaced by a grin as he took you in, his eyes scanning you up and down. You flushed softly as his arm brushed you when you were close enough.

“You look beautiful.” He stated awkwardly as he hopped on his bike passing you a helmet which you glared at him for since he didn’t look like he was about to put one on.

“Thank you. Though these are my casual clothes.” You giggled before putting on the helmet.

He held out his hand helping you onto the bike behind him. You were unsure of where to put your hands, so you just gripped onto the back of his leather jacket, however he seemed unsatisfied with that, so he grabbed your hands and looped them around his waist. You linked your fingers together tightly trying not to let your mind stray to how solid his abdomen was.

He soon sped off causing your heart to pound in your chest. You loved bikes but you were always too scared to get your own so you enjoyed it while you could. He sped around cars carefully until finally, much to your dismay, you arrived at the farmer's market.

He helped you off the parked bike before hopping off himself. He looked around noticing a few stares causing you to glare at some of them. You ignored them as you looped your arm with his metal one which appeared to shock him as he immediately tensed up.

He gradually relaxed, sending you a grateful smile as he patted your hand that was gripping his bicep with his human one. You both began strolling through the market until you spotted a stall with fresh fruit. You tugged him towards the stall with a soft giggle as he rolled his eyes.

“What’s your favourite?” You asked as you scanned the contents of the stall.

“Plums, I guess.” He grumbled in his usual grumpy tone.

“Is being out with me that bad?” You asked with a sad frown as you began letting go of his arm.

His eyes widened as his hand shot out to keep your arm around his bicep. He shook his head silently before pulling you closer.

“I can hear them talking.” He explains and suddenly you felt awful for forgetting he could hear better than you.

“Ignore them. Let’s get some plums and, Hmm how about strawberry and cherries?” You muttered casually as you pulled him towards the strawberries.

“Whatever you want, Doll.” He chuckled softly as he allowed you to tug him along.

You finally let go so you could go pay but Bucky beat you to it paying for everything in the bag as you stood off to one side with a pout on your face. Once he’s done paying, he turned around to face you but suddenly his eyes flicked behind you widening.

Before you knew what was happening Bucky grabbed you by the waist and spun you to the other side of himself just in time to see a guy on a moped speed past Bucky. He’s just saved your life your eyes brimmed with tears from the shock but as Bucky saw this, he must’ve thought he’d hurt you because he instantly pulled away.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Doll.” He whispered; guilt evident in his voice.

“No, you didn’t. You saved my life.” You sniffled with a pout as you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently as a few people were watching the both of you.

“Mhmm, thank you, Bucky.” You whispered against his solid chest.

“Come on, let go get some lunch.” He muttered into your hair before pulling away. Though he kept his arm around your shoulder as you kept yours around his waist.

You strolled down the sidewalk before leading Bucky into a little café that you enjoyed. You spent a lot of time writing in this café so sometimes fans would find you here, but you ignored the stares as you made your way to the checkout. You ordered your usual as Bucky read over the drink and food options, in the end he ordered the same as you before you both found a little table just outside the café.

“So, your book must be quite popular?” He asked softly making you smile proudly.

“Yeah, I just published my second one in the series.” You replied happily.

Just as he was about to reply a young girl came up to the table holding a copy of your book which made you smile widely. She seemed a little scared to talk so you helped her by starting the conversation.

“How are you liking the second one?” You asked softly with a bright smile still on your face.

“Hi, I’m Veronica, It’s amazing! I’m such a big fan I used to read your work on Wattpad before you published. You’re so talented.” She rambled excitedly her enthusiasm making you chuckle.

“Oh, thank you, that’s so sweet.” You laughed happily as Bucky watched the exchange quietly.

“Is it true that you two are dating?” She suddenly asked making you glance at Bucky who seemed to stiffen in his seat.

“Sorry, that was really inappropriate. Well either way your true fans are totally routing for you! It’s nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes.” She suddenly said before you could answer.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Bucky replied politely with a small nod.

“Can I get a picture with both of you?” She asked rather shyly.

You glanced at Bucky who gave you a nod before you looked towards Veronica and gave her an affirmative nod. You both stood up one on either side of her before she pulled out her camera. Bucky had a straight face as she aimed the front camera upwards.

“Smile, Bucky.” You snorted as you nudged his metal arm.

“Sorry, Doll.” Bucky huffed with a playful eye roll which made Veronica laugh.

She took her picture and thanked you both before running off back to her table where her friends were waiting. You glanced at Bucky who seemed awkward after the encounter, but you nudged him before you both took your seats.

“You could’ve said we weren’t dating.” He said suddenly making you frown.

“Would you prefer I told them that?” You asked seriously.

“No, but you don’t have to let people think you’d date me just to spare me.” He sighed softly making you pout a little.

“I would totally date you.” You blurted out making both yours and his eyes widen. You covered your face as it began heating up with a blush.

“Hey, Doll?” Bucky whispered as he pried your hands away. “I’d totally date you too.” He teased making you hide behind your hands again.

“I know you haven’t danced since the 40s, however there’s a really cool bar that plays stuff from 1930-1960s, if you’d like to go with me tonight?” You asked as you lowered your hands, once again not daring to look him in the eyes.

“You asking me to go dancing with you, Doll?” He chuckled playfully as our food and drinks arrived.

“Yes.” You giggled softly as you pulled out your phone and passed it to him once you’d found the video you wanted. It was a video of you dancing at the same bar with your grandad.

“That’s my grandad, he taught me how to swing dance.” You chuckled as Bucky watched the video.

“You look like you jumped right out of my era.” He laughed as he seemed to be enjoying the video.

“What’s this song? It’s quite good.” He asked with a small smile on his face.

“One of the greatest musicians of the 50s and 60s Elvis Presley. The song is Jailhouse Rock.” You replied casually as to not make him feel bad for not knowing.

“I would love to go dancing with you. Although I don’t know how good I’ll be now.” He grumbled awkwardly as he seemed to shrink a little.

“We’ll start slow and if you don’t wanna dance, that’s fine too.” You said trying to ease his tension.

“Deal. Thank you, Doll.” He chuckled his mood lightening instantly.

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

You were wearing a taffeta midnight blue, a line dress that had a wrap style around the bust, paired with cream leather original Mary Jane heels. A cream lace snap handbag with pearl earrings for accessories.

Your makeup was simple with a black wing and red lips, which you checked for the fifth time making your mother roll her eyes. You ignored it as you turned to your grandmother with a concerned frown.

“Are you sure I can borrow great nana’s stuff?” You asked your grandmother for the third time.

“Honey, I’m hardly going to wear that stuff now. Plus, with that hunk of a man as your date, who would say no.” She whispered making you laugh at her words.

“Hey, that’s my hunk, even if he is older than you.” You laughed making her join you as your mother just shook her head at your antics.

Just then there was a knock on your front door making you freeze as you look at your grandmother who seemed to be contemplating running for the door. Your shot her a glare before making a break for it, you ran rather fast for someone in heels, but you hurried to grab your bag and keys before bolting out of the apartment.

“Woah! You okay there, Doll?” Bucky laughed as you ran right into him.

“My mom and Nana are in there.” You whispered shyly making his eyes widen.

“My nana brought round my great nana’s dress.” You added as he finally took in your outfit as he stepped back.

“Wow.” He whispered under his breath before clearing his throat and standing up straight as you took in his appearance.

He was wearing a black double-breasted suit with a white shirt and black satin tie. He had black shiny shoes too match his hair has been cut too which made you both sad and excited all at the same time. You’d miss his long hair, but you couldn’t argue he looked hotter than hell with short hair.

“Fucking hell.” You whisper under your breath as you tried to stop your heart from beating out of your chest.

“My sentiments exactly.” Bucky chuckled as he scanned you up and down once again.

“I keep forgetting you can hear better than me.” You laughed awkwardly as you held your small bag tightly in your hands.

“It’s fine. Come on, I borrowed Steve’s car so you wouldn’t have to ride the bike in a dress.” He stated as he held his left arm out for you.

You were happy he finally warmed up to touching you with his metal arm, usually he tried to use his right arm whenever he touched you. Unless you made the first move.

You drove to the bar in silence as Bucky drummed away on the steering wheel as if trying to bat away whatever anxiety was eating away at him. You reached over to grasp his hand in yours, giving him a soft smile, silently telling him you were here.

“We can turn around, Buck.” You whispered gently, your face softening.

“No. No, I can do this.” He replied just as softly.

He released your hand before opening the driver's side door and stepping out. He ran around to the passenger door to open it for you, holding out his hand for you, his leather gloves still on much to your disappointment. You took his hand with a vibrant grin taking over your face.

As you walked inside Bucky must’ve been expecting to be stared at again because he kept his head down and his other hand in his pocket. However, when you nudged him, he finally looked up only for his eyes to widen as he looked around.

“Is that my face?” He asked as his jaw hit the floor.

“Yeah, the walls are covered with historical war figures. The owner, Sal, has had that picture up here since the world found out, said and I quote ‘These government bastards take everything and give nothing.’” You chuckled as he glanced up to find everyone staring, not in malice but in respect.

Once everyone had given a nod of respect, they went back to their nights. You pulled Bucky to the bar as he seemed to relax a lot more now. He was glancing around in awe of everything, what you didn’t realise was that for Bucky, you’d just given him a second to remember who he used to be.

“You’re amazing.” He suddenly blurted out making you jump a little.

“I think the same thing about you, Sergeant.” You giggled as you order a whiskey and a martini.

You sat chatting over two drinks before jailhouse rock came on and Bucky stood from his seat, holding out his hand silently and you took it happily.

He spun around as you reached to dance floor before his feet started moving subtly at first until he finally gave into it and letting his muscle memory from the 40s take him back. You were both so in sync with each other even when he did the first lift, thank you God you’d worn the booty shorts underneath. You were having so much fun that 4 songs went by before finally you both decided to get a drink.

“I’ve not danced like this since 1942.” He pants a little making you chuckle as you sipped a coke.

“You dance very well, Sergeant Barnes.” You flirted, batting your lashes at him.

“As do you, Miss Y/L/N.” Bucky chuckled equally as flirty.

You chatted for the rest of the night until it got to 2am when Sal finally announced he was closing. You and Bucky said goodnight to those who were leaving too, before making your way to the car. You didn’t want the night to end but you had to sleep eventually.

You held Bucky’s hand all the way home, occasionally smiling over at the older man who would smirk but never take his eyes off the road. You hadn’t ever felt this connected to someone before, it felt like how they described love in books.

You both walked up the stairs your arms wrapped around his bicep enjoying the feeling as he remained rather silent. You leaned your head against his bicep as you arrived at your front door.

“I had so much fun tonight.” You whispered shyly making him glance down at you with a pleased smile on his face.

“Me too.” He responded quietly; his eyes full of adoration.

“I would very much like to do this again.” You stated calmly as you pulled away, your back now facing your front door.

“That can be arranged.” He chuckled as he stepped a little closer causing you back to press against the door.

You stared into each other’s eyes longingly as your heart began racing against your chest. You never wanted to kiss someone as badly as you did at that moment. His eyes were slightly dazed as they drifted to your lips, until finally he granted your silent wish.

His surprisingly soft lips were on your red ones. Thank God you’d worn your good lipstick. His hand came up so carefully to touch your cheek as he urged you closer. It was then that you had realised he didn’t have gloves on, and it was his metal hand on your face.

You let out a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold metal on your bare skin. He must’ve thought something different because he pulled back looking guilty about something, which confused you until he tried putting his gloves back on. You instantly snatched the leather out of his hands before grabbing his metal hand and being back to your face.

“I made that noise because I wasn’t expecting it and I definitely wasn’t expecting how turned on I got from your metal hand touching me.” You chuckled awkwardly making his eyes widen a little before he was suddenly on you again. His lips kissing you with much more passion and less innocence than the first one.

He backed you up until finally your back hit the door and your hands flew around his neck, pulling him closer - if it was even possible. His flesh hand was on the door at the side of your head, whilst his metal one was cupping your cheek.

You both got lost in the kiss for a few more minutes until you were out of breath. He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as his metal thumb brushed across your bottom lip.

“God, you’re making it really hard to be gentleman right now.” He whispered against you lips like he was trying to do anything to distract himself.

“You're not using me for a lay, are you?” You asked softly making his face sober up instantly.

“No, I would never do that to you, Doll.” He replied seriously making you grin from ear to ear.

“Then this is the 21st century, Buck, women can do what they want. So, Sergeant…would you like to come in for some coffee?” You asked in a sultry voice that instantly brought back that same dazed look.

“I don’t know what kind of idiot would say no to you.” He chuckled huskily as he placed open mouthed kiss on your lips before pulling back completely.

You took that opportunity to spin around and unlock your door silently. When you got inside the apartment Bucky trudged behind you slowly, as if waiting for you to change your mind. You weren’t going to, granted you wouldn’t usually bring a first date home, but it wasn’t like Bucky was a stranger. You had been friends for a few weeks, coffee dates and lunch plans even a movie at one point, so you had no regrets inviting this sweet man in.

He rarely allowed you to pay for anything, always held the door open for you, always helped you up and downstairs like you were a lady. You were a woman sure but a ‘lady’ you weren’t graceful or polite enough to be one. But that didn’t matter to Bucky because he always treated you like one. Yes, it’s slightly outdated but he also respects your opinions and values them. He really listens when you talk even about things he doesn’t understand.

“Would you like me to make the coffee while you sit down. Dancing in heels can’t be kind to your feet?” He asks gently leaving you smiling like an idiot.

“Coffee is for the morning, Sergent.” You whispered seductively as you grabbed his metal hand and started pulling him towards the bedroom.

“You are a minx.” Bucky chuckled as he followed you until you came to your bedroom.

“I-I haven’t…” he started but strayed from his own words as he contemplated how to say it.

“You haven’t had sex in a while?” You finished for him making his eyes lower to the ground.

“We can wait, if you want?” You asked softly as you cupped both his cheeks making him look at you.

“No, it’s not that, I just don’t want to disappoint you.” He mumbled shyly making your heart literally stutter in your chest.

“You could never disappoint me unless you ever forced yourself to do something you weren’t comfortable with.” You whispered soothingly making a smile tug at his lips. You stepped back and confidently undid you dress before letting it fall to the floor leaving you in underwear and boots shorts.

“You’re one of a kind, Y/N Y/L/N.” He whispers against your lips before you began helping him remove his jacket and tie.

“So are you. You quite literally just turned me on saying my name.” You teased, your tone flirty as your hands tugged at the short hairs at the back of his head, sliding them down until you were at the buttons of his shirt. You began undoing each button until he finally shed the damn thing.

“Well, I do apologise, Miss Y/L/N, let me rectify that.” He replied playfully as he grabbed the back of your thigh, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around him. He then carried you over to the bed with ease as his hand gripped at your thighs.

He lowered you down so gently you wished he’d be rougher, but you knew he’d have to work up to that, just like with his metal arm. You stared into his eyes before running your hand over his chest and all the way to his metal arm. He stiffened for a second before smirking at you.

“You appear to have some sort of fetish for my arm, Doll.” He whispered

“It’s called a kink and 100%.” You giggled making him roll his eyes.

“You strike me as a woman who likes romance and gentle acts, but I have a feeling I’m wrong.” He chuckled making you smirk.

“Oh yeah, I love romance too but without sounding too crude, Sergeant, I’d rather you fuck me like an unhinged animal.” You stated confidently making his eyes widen.

“Fuck…can’t say shit like that, baby.” He groaned as he buried his head in your bare collar bone. The new nickname had your heart practically out of your chest as you let out a little whimper.

“Fuck me, Sergeant.” You whimpered a hint of desperation in your voice as you clutched at both of his biceps.

“Need to do something first.” He growled as he started down the bed and before you could ask, your panties and shorts were off, and Bucky was on you.

His lips leaving kisses and nibbles wherever he went. You had no doubt the inside of your thighs would be covered in love bites by the end, but you didn’t care. When he licked a stripe up the top of your inner thigh a breath away from you heat, your back arched off the bed as your hands gripped at the sheets.

“You don’t have to, Buck.” You whispered sweetly despite that being the opposite of what you actually wanted.

“Oh, I know but I’ve been thinking about doing this all week, baby. Need to taste you.” He said his tone pleading, before finally his lips were on your clit dropping a small kiss there.

His tongue licked up your slit with the happiest groan you’d ever heard before. His tongue began drawing small shapes on the tiny bundle of nerves. You bit you lip to contain the noises that were coming out your mouth, but when Bucky saw this his flesh hand came down on the outside of your thigh. The sensation had you gripping his hair with both of your hands.

“Dirty girl.” He whispered into your heat before his tongue was back on you.

His flesh fingers came down to join as he slid two inside you at an agonisingly slow pace. You half wished he’d use his metal hand, but you were sure if that would be as fun as it sounded in your head. He immediately curled his fingers upwards making you practically see stars.

“Oh, fuck yes, Buck.” You moaned as he sucked lightly on your bundle of nerves.

“God, you taste like heaven.” Bucky groaned as he starts lapping away at you like a mad man. You screamed out unable to hold it back anymore as you began practically humping his face.

His metal hand gripped your thigh and suddenly you felt yourself building up to that high. He slid the warmed metal up your torso up to your bra before he ripped it off, the two cups no longer sewn together. You couldn’t even be angry because it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“So close…please, Bucky.” You moaned as your back once again arched off your bed.

“I got you…cum for me, baby.” He muttered huskily, his breath fanning across your clit before he started his ministrations back up.

His tongue felt so wet and soft it was making your head spin, how he was eating you like a man starved. It sounded dirty but the noise only served to drive you closer to the edge. He started thrusting his two fingers harshly into your g-spot making your eyes roll back into your skull.

“B-Bucky.” You stuttered between moans as you finally fell over the edge. You thrust against his face riding out your high until it became too sensitive to do so.

“Need you, Buck, p-please.” You whimpered as you began undoing his slacks.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, baby.” He chuckled teasingly as he pulled himself up, wiping his stubble covered face as he smirked down at you.

“If you want me to beg, Sergeant, I’ll beg.” You whispered in a sultry tone.

“Please, Sergeant, need your cock…need it so bad please, sir.” You begged prettily, batting your eye relishes at him with a hint of faux innocence.

“Fuck, baby.” Bucky groaned as you pulled down his pants and threw them to one side with his boxers.

You glanced down at his member it was thick. He was big too, but his thickness was beyond anything’s you’d had before. God that was gonna fill you up. You bit your lower lip as you tried to not moan just from the sight of his painfully hard member.

His metal fingers wound around your neck softly not wanting to hurt you but just the feeling of the fast-cooling metal had your head spinning. You leaned into his touch making his eyes darken as he squeezed once before going back to resting it there.

“Not gonna last long, baby.” He whispered as he lined his member up with your entrance.

“Don’t care just need to feel you. Can cum inside - on contraception.” You stated desperately, the words seemed to make him beyond enthusiastic.

He slid inside you, stretching you a little leaving a slight burn in its wake but you relished in it. You’d never felt so full, it was bliss. Your arms around him, dragging your nails down his back with enough force he groaned into your ear.

“You feel so good.” He moaned deeply into your neck as he left a small bite there.

“Fuck me, Bucky.” You pleaded as you left small kisses trailing down his face until you finally got to his lips, bringing him in for a heated kiss.

He began thrusting in and out of your heat, grunting and groaning into your mouth as you battled for dominance. You knew you’d hand it over in an instant but the little battle you were having was spurring him to go faster and deeper.

His metal hand was still on your throat as he completely took over your every sense. You could feel yourself building again, you’d never came from penetration before, but you felt so good right now. You whimpered into the kiss before pulling away to look into his eyes.

“Bucky.” You moaned quietly as his thrusting became stuttered. You began thrusting your hips inwards as you felt you peak nearing once again.

“Cum with me, Y/N.” He groaned as he stared into your eyes.

With a few more well times thrusts from both parties, you both came together, clinging to one another as you both rode out your orgasms. Bucky finally stilled as he stared down at you with a new emotion that you hadn’t ever seen in his face, but you decided at that moment it was the prettiest face you’d ever seen.

“You’re going to steal my heart, Sergeant Barnes.” You whispered breathlessly against his lips as your eyes flickered between his lips and eyes.

“I’ll keep it safe.” He replied sweetly as he seemed to catch his breath back.

Bucky tried to clean you but you stated you’d need to pee anyway, so you didn’t get a UTI which he understood. He slid his boxers on after giving himself a wipe as you finally finished and ran back to bed in his white shirt that had been discarded on the floor.

“You look tiny in my clothes.” He chuckled as he pulled you into his arms the second you were on the bed.

You let out a giggle as you snuggled into his chest happily. This was more than you could ever ask for, this man had worked his way into your thoughts and life like he was always supposed to be there. And you didn’t have a single complaint.

“Night, Buck.” You whispered as he pulled the covers over both of you.

“Night, Doll.” He replied softly as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

*********

It was sometime in the early morning when the sound of broken whimpers dragged you from your slumber. You sat up, grogginess still resonating as you glanced down at Bucky was gripping the sheets in a deadly grip. You immediately knew what this was. Your father had PTSD after 10 years of serving his country and you knew what a night terror looked like.

You knew you shouldn’t wake him because he could get violent especially if you touched him. So, you decided to get up and make coffee. It was 6am which was an acceptable time, so you got out of bed despite wanting desperately to wake him up.

You walked to the kitchen and began preparing the coffee machine. Once everything was prepped you started the machine and made you way to the bedroom with no intention of being quiet. You dug around your closet for a pair of joggers that used to be your brothers that you figured would fit before turning around.

“Babe!” You shouted towards the bed but there was no change.

You glanced down at his face that was still scrunched in a pained face and you decided you didn’t care if he hurt you, you couldn’t leave him like that.

You decided a gentle approach might work so you slipped into bed and began kissing his naked chest. It was around the time you pressed one just under his ear his whimpers of pain turned into needy groans.

“Doll?” He groaned as you nibbled in ear lobe before pulling away.

“Morning, Buck, coffees on.” You giggled as he arms wrapped around you.

“It’s still early baby what are you doing up?” He asked softly since you’d only had 3 hours of sleep.

“You we’re having a night terror, but I knew I shouldn’t wake you cos obviously it’s dangerous but you wouldn’t wake up even when I stomped around the house like an elephant. So, I kissed you awake.” You replied gently hoping not to make him feel bad.

“I’m so sorry, Doll.” He muttered as he sat up, staring at bed with a scowl on his face.

“My dad served for 10 years. He finally retired when I was in high school…but he still has some night terrors even now.” You supplied before taking his metal hand in yours.

“It’s normal to have them when you were forced to do things you didn’t want to do, Buck. I don’t mind I just hate that you have to suffer through them.” You whispered sadly as you climbed into his quilt covered lap.

“You’re too sweet to me Doll.” He muttered shyly into your chest; his head buried completely in your breast.

You ran your fingers through his short hair making him sigh happily as his waist wrapped around you tightly. He eventually pulled away his eyes boring into yours as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How did I get so lucky?” He chuckled as you preened from the compliment.

“It’s not luck. I think I was made for you.” You whispered jokingly making him roll his eyes.

“Mmm, that would make sense.” He laughed as you climbed off his lap.

“I found you some of my brother's joggers for you.” You stated as you passed him the joggers.

“Thank you, Doll. I’m surprised you don’t want me gone yet. We practically spent a full 24 hours together.” He laughed as he stepped out the bed and slid into the comfy pants.

“You’re very goo-”

Suddenly your phone was blowing up with notifications from messages and Google alerts that told you when something was published about you. You glanced down at the newest article but this one actually brought a smile to your face.

“What’s going on?” He asked cautiously as he glanced over your shoulder.

‘Secretly sweeter than Cap?’ Was the caption written across the New York Times digital paper today.

‘It appears our most hated avenger may be our new favourite. James was seen with our favourite sci-fi author at the market yesterday morning buying fruit when a bike almost ran her over and according to my sources was quickly spun out of harms way by the Sergeant himself. (How very rom-com of you, Mr Barnes.) Later that morning the couple was spotted talking to a fan of Y/N’s and even taking pictures with her. (Picture below.)

Now as I was editing this article it came to my attention that they were also found to have gone dancing later that day which was apparently filmed by one of the Sergeants few fans. (Link below)

This may be our new favourite couple. We wish you the best Ship/Name!’

You couldn’t believe it finally people were warming to him, and you couldn’t be happier. You glanced at him to see his eyes widened but you could see a small smile forming on his lips. As he glanced at the pictures that had been taken of you both.

“I like these pictures.” He stated seriously making you giggle.

That’s when Bucky’s phone started going off. He quickly answered the phone before putting it on speaker as soon as he knew it was Steve.

“You didn’t come home last night.” He said first making you giggle again which you tried to cover up with your hand.

“On the first date, Bucky?” Steve whispered like it was beyond scandalous.

“It’s the 21st century, Cap!” You huffed as you began walking to the kitchen, Bucky following you closely behind.

“Yes, I’m aware. Times have changed.” He grumbled rather childishly.

“Don’t be sad, Cap. You need to loosen up. Get laid.” You teased making Bucky laugh whole heartedly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m done with this conversation. Have a good day we’ve got no work today so come back whenever.” He groaned with what you imagined was an eye roll.

“Oh, I will definitely have a good day. Bye, Steve.” Bucky chuckled as he brought you in for a heated kiss.

“Let’s get you fed and some coffee then we’re going back to your bedroom.” He growled playfully making you flush softly.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You moaned against his lips before running to get coffee as Bucky started cooking.

You could get used to this.

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