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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years

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Remedy – Howlin’ For You – One Shot

Description: Bucky finds out some news regarding his baby sister.

Word Count: 2,500

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Read the series or you will not know what the fuck is happening.

Bucky awoke to the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand.

He unwrapped his arms from Y/N’s body, which unfortunately caused her to slightly wake up as well.

Bucky was used to receiving phone calls in the middle of the night. It was one of the side effects of being the leader of a biker gang that often enforced acts of vigilantism.

But it wasn’t a Howlie whose named flashed on his screen brightly.

“Buck?” Y/N mumbled, still half asleep.

“Everything’s fine, doll. Go back to sleep,” he whispered to her and gave her cheek a kiss for good measure before shifting out of bed with his cell.

He quietly closed Y/N’s bedroom door and made his way downstairs to talk privately in her living room.

“What is it Agent Stark?” Bucky nearly growled.

“That’s Director Stark now, actually.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed into a glare, despite Tony not being able to see it. “Yeah, I heard you got a promotion after nearly getting Y/N killed.”

“Yep...almost got you killed, too.”

“What do you want?”

“Listen, I’m breaking a lot of protocols calling you right now…”

“Do you remember the part where you called me? I didn’t call asking for any favors. But I have a feeling you’re about to ask me for one…”

“No. No favors this time. This…uhh…this is family business.”

Bucky stopped pacing and waited.

“I figured you deserved to know.” Tony hesitated. “Heinz Kruger – friends called him Hank.”

Bucky’s blood went cold and all his movements froze. He hadn’t heard that name in years. And he hoped he never would.

It was the name of Rebecca’s ex-boyfriend. To be precise, the one Bucky almost murdered with his bare hands once he found out he was abusing his baby sister.

Tony cleared his throat, knowing he had Bucky’s full attention now. “He was found dead in his apartment this morning. They’re declaring it a homicide.”

“Am I on the list of possible suspects?” That was his first question.

It would make sense. Becca had a restraining order against Hank. Bucky had a reputation for hurting people. It wouldn’t take a genius to put two and two together and suspect that the big, scary, older brother wanted revenge.

“Well, that’s the thing. I asked around, and you’ve already been crossed off the list. You were at a diner with Y/N last night, weren’t you?”

Bucky hated that he knew that. “Yeah.”

“On top of that, they’ve traced your presence through multiple security cameras. You were almost a hundred miles away from the scene of the crime. On top of that, the rest of your crew seems to be spotted at their usual bar…all accounted for.”

“Why do you sound so surprised, Stark?”

“I’m not surprised that it wasn’t the doing of the Howling Commandos. I’m surprised because it seems like whoever did to it wanted to make sure none of you could be framed for the job.”

Bucky was now just as perturbed as Tony.

“I know you’ve wanted the asshole dead for years. I figured – I don’t know – she would get some kind of relief knowing that he could never hurt her again.”

Then Bucky felt guilty for giving Tony such a hard time. Yes, he was bitter still about what happened. But at the end of the day, he knew Tony was a good man and always had the right intentions. He didn’t have to reach out and give him this news. But he thought he was doing Bucky a favor…and he owed him a lot.

“Thanks for calling, Stark.” Bucky finally put his pride aside.

Tony was silent for a moment. “How’s that girl of yours doing?”

“She’s…umm…she’s doing alright,” Bucky could at least give him that, couldn’t he?

“I’m glad. Tell her I said hi…but I have a feeling you won’t do that.”

“Bye, Tony.”

Bucky looked around the dark house after he hung up. Only one lamp was turned on in his rush to pick up the phone call.

He didn’t think he could go to back to bed. There wasn’t sleep in the cards for him tonight. If he went back now, Y/N would sense his tension and wouldn’t sleep until she figured out what had upset him.

He’d let her sleep.

The rest of his night consisted of him drinking whiskey and trying to wrap his mind around the information Stark had just given him.

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The next morning, Bucky marched into the shop on a mission.

Usually everyone messed around first thing in the morning, just trying to wake up before their days really started. But everyone saw that Bucky was a little off and all watched him carefully as he made his entrance.

“Nat, can I see you in the office?”

She looked around at the rest of the crew, but nodded and followed Bucky up the metal stairs to his private office.

“What’s going on?” She asked after she closed the door.

“I need you to track someone down for me. No following. Just get me a location and I’ll handle the rest.”

She shrugged. Easy enough. “Sure, Buck. Just give me the name.”

Bucky finally looked at her as he hesitated to give the only information she needed.

He quickly aborted her gaze and sat down. “Grant Ward.”

She opened her mouth.

“Nat, please…no questions,” Bucky quickly cut off her opportunity. “Just get me his location. Got it?”

“Of course.”

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Bucky was working on a bike in the garage behind his house when he heard her footsteps.

She didn’t bother to wait for a greeting. She knew that he knew she was there. And so, she plopped herself down on the couch in the garage.

“Bad day?” She asked.

He finally looked up at her, but kept working on the bike. “Not exactly.”

“You’ve been off all day,” Y/N pointed out. “Seems to have started with that mysterious phone call you got last night.”

Bucky looked up at her and gave her a stern look. “Y/N…” He warned.

This was her cue. The cue that she was close to getting too involved in Howlie business. Bucky had this talk with her awhile ago. There were just some things he couldn’t tell her. It was to keep her safe, keep her conscious clean.

“I know,” she replied. “I can just tell when things are heavier.”

He tilted his head. “Heavier?”

She nodded. “It’s like there’s this invisible weight on your shoulders.” Then she sighed. “Listen, I know there are things you can’t tell me. But I also know that you can’t carry it all alone all the time.”

Bucky gave her a shy grin after her little tangent.

“What?” She asked with pure innocence.

He got up from his kneeling position next to the bike and slowly walked to her as he cleaned the grease off his hands.

Then he leaned down to kiss Y/N, which she happily accepted.

“I love you, you know that?” He asked her.

“Mhmm,” she hummed as she smiled up at him. She stole another kiss.

He sat down on the couch and maneuvered her body so she was sitting in his lap.

“I gotta go out of town tomorrow night,” he told her.

Y/N tried to read his face, but nodded reluctantly. “Who’s going with you?”

“No one. Just me.”

“Well, what about Steve? He always at least–”

“Can’t. It’s just gotta be me, doll.”

She opened her mouth to argue further.

“I know you don’t like the idea of me going anywhere alone. I know it worries you. But it’s just something I gotta do, OK?”

Y/N was quiet for a moment, thinking it all over.

“Is it dangerous?” She finally asked.

“I don’t think so.” He wanted to say ‘no,’ but he learned the hard way that he couldn’t always promise safety in this life. He didn’t want to lie to her, even by accident.

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Bucky had been driving his motorcycle for hours. He’d have to drive through the night to make it back home before tomorrow started. But he was willing to do it, knowing that Y/N would be worrying for less time.

He was coming up to his location soon.

The bar was lined with dozens of motorcycles, already telling him what type of place this was and who it was meant for.

Bucky took of his helmet and shook out his hair. He knew it was probably a mess from being stuck under such restrictions for such a long time. So he threw it in a messy bun low on his neck.

When he walked in, he was immediately eyed by the patrons. It was expected. The Howlies do the same thing at their places, weary of strangers and newcomers.

Bucky knew he would find him here. Nat assured him that he had been seen at this exact bar 3 days in a row.

Bucky’s gaze went across the room, looking for the familiar face.

He didn’t find the face, but did find the back of his head.

The seats on either side of him at the bar were wide open, giving Bucky a perfect opportunity to slide right on in.

From the way he reacted to Bucky sitting next to him, it was almost like he expected him to come.

“Barnes,” he greeted lowly without taking his eyes off of his drink.

“Ward,” Bucky replied cooly before ordering a whiskey from the bartender.

“Figured you’d find me eventually,” Ward sighed.

“Yeah, well, Nat could find could probably work for the CIA if she wanted to…”

Ward finally turned to face him. “You here to turn me in or something?”

Bucky chuckled and thanked the bartender as she handed him his drink. He took a sip before he said, “No. I’m not here to do that.”

“Then why the hell are you here, Barnes?”

Bucky rubbed his face. A part of him didn’t want to do this still. But he had to silence that part before it could control him.

“I came here to thank you.”

Ward scoffed and shook his head. “You think I did it for you?”

“No, I know I had nothing to do with it.”

“Does…” Ward cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Does she know yet?”

“No, I didn’t tell her. Steve said he…it’s better that he tells her than me. He’s going over there tonight to talk to her.”

Ward nodded.

“I’m mostly just wondering why…” Bucky thought aloud.

“Why?” Ward challenged.

“Yeah, why did you do it?”

Ward was silent for a moment.

“I know I broke her heart. But the worst part was what I drove her toward after I did that.” He shook his head. “You should’ve killed him when you had the chance. After what he did to Becs…” His words died out.

It was then that Bucky realized tears had formed in Grant’s eyes. But the biker managed to control his emotions.

“After all the shit went down with Hydra, all I was left with was each of my mistakes and regrets. And…she’s the biggest one.” He rubbed the scruff around his mouth. “I just wanted to do something good for once in my life. And if I was gonna do that… I was gonna do it for her.”

Ward turned his head to Bucky. “How did you manage it? How did you manage to have it all? You got the Howlies, your family, your girl.. you got it all.”

Bucky sighed and took a sip of his drink. “I don’t know, man. I ask myself that fucking question every damn day.” Then he looked at Ward with a frown. “But I do know that I put them before myself. I choose them over me. And we both know that’s not what you did.”

Ward nodded, knowing he deserved that. “I envy you. I didn’t want to admit that.” He shrugged. “But fuck it. I do envy you.”

Bucky downed the rest of his drink and stood up.

Ward turned to fully face him. “I’m not going back to her... you know, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I know you’re not,” Bucky answered.

Because they both knew that Grant wasn’t good enough for Rebecca. There was a time where he could’ve been. But he threw that chance away when he joined Hydra and broke Rebecca’s heart.

“You’ll look after her, won’t you? Like you always do?” Grant didn’t know why he had to ask. Maybe he just needed Bucky to know that he still cared about her.

Bucky looked at him before nodding his head.

Then he tipped his head, “Ward.”

He did the same, “Barnes.”

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Steve watched Rebecca’s face as she processed the news.

She blinked a few times before her eyes glazed over in tears.

What was she meant to feel?

Happiness?

Relief?

Sadness?

Guilt?

Steve reached over and gripped her hand, reminding her that he was there for her.

“What are you thinking?” He asked gently.

She opened her mouth to answer, but then changed her mind and quickly closed it.

“Rebecca, there’s no right answer.”

“I’m…There’s a part of me that’s relieved. Despite knowing Bucky and you and the rest of the Howlies would never let him near me again, there was always a voice in the back of my head that was telling me he was still going to find a way to hurt me.”

She swallowed, realizing her throat was dry. “But I’m also sad because I know that even now that he’s dead…that voice isn’t going to go away. It’s always going to be there.”

Then her tears started falling. “And I’m mad…I’m mad because he turned me into a person who’s happy that someone is dead, that someone was murdered. I don’t want to be that person, Steve.”

He pulled her into him then, wrapping his arms around her protectively. “You’re not a bad person, Rebecca. You’re so much more than what he did to you. It’s barely even a tiny piece of you.”

Steve let her cry it out. Meanwhile he rubbed her back and let her know she was going to be OK.

When she finally freed herself from his grasp, she got caught in his eyes.

Those baby blue eyes that she’s known her whole life.

Before they could mesmerize her like they did when they were younger, she moved further away from him on the couch.

If Steve noticed, he pretended not to.

They weren’t those innocent teenagers anymore. They’d both lived multiple lives since then.

When they were younger, Rebecca could never figure out if she had a crush on Steve or she just didn’t know what it felt like for a boy to treat her kindly.

But none of that mattered anyway, Steve had never looked at Rebecca in any way other than the little sister he never had. That didn’t mean he loved her any less. Because he did love her.

She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Thank you, Steve…for telling me.”

“I know it doesn’t fix everything, but I told Bucky you deserved to know.”

Rebecca nodded. “Things are never going to go back to how they used to be, I know that.” She gave him a shy smile. “But maybe it’s a start.”

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Maybe all of you will hate this since Y/N really isn’t in it that much. But whatever. I wrote what I wanted to write.

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 6 years

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Howlin’ For You - 6/?

Thank you everyone for being so, so patient while I was home celebrating the holidays with my family! It means a lot to me.

Description: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she doesn’t fully understand what gave Bucky Barnes such a bad name.

Pairing: AU - Biker!Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,324

Part Five

Y/N pulled up to her driveway in a pleasant mood. She’d gone back to her hometown and got to see all of her friends. What she said to Bucky was true: they had entered a new chapter of their lives and her role was significantly lower. They all made comments about her moving closer. But Y/N knew in her heart that she wouldn’t see them any more frequently even if she did.

When she locked her car doors, Y/N glanced at Bucky’s house. She could faintly hear music coming from the house. She smirked as she realized it had to be coming from the garage.

Without putting much thought into it, she started walking towards his home. She completely bypassed the front door and continued down the driveway to the detached garage.

To her pleasant surprise, Bucky was alone. Usually Steve or Sam were glued to his side.

“For a man who’s a mechanic, you sure work a lot off the clock.” Y/N caught his attention as she called out.

Bucky gave her his charming smile and stood up from the motorcycle. He rubbed his hands on the rag that always seemed to be hanging out of his back pocket.

“It relaxes me.” He shrugged and glanced back at the bike as he walked over to her. Then Bucky leaned down to give Y/N a small peck. They still hadn’t gone on any official dates, but they already acted like a couple. If she were being honest, she kind of liked it that way.

Y/N quickly learned that Bucky’s number one way of expressing love and affection was through physical touch. She even saw it with his guy friends. Bucky was always patting Sam on the back or pulling in Steve for a side hug. But with Y/N…it’s like his body was always trying to find a way to subtly touch her. When they were alone, it was a quick kiss on the lips or cheek. When other people were around, his hand guided them at her lower back.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Bucky stated quietly. Then he glanced down at her hand. “Hey, you finally got that cast off.”

She held up her hand. “Yeah…went to the doctor yesterday. I guess I have to do a few exercises to get my strength back.”

Bucky’s face dropped slightly. She knew he was thinking back on the event that caused her to break her hand in the first place.

“No offense, Bucky, but that motorcycle looks a little small for you.” Y/N tried to change the subject by pointing to the bike he had just been working on.

He looked back and started walking toward it. Y/N followed. “Yeah. Well, I thought I’d rebuild this and give it to my sister.” Then he looked lost in thought.

“You know, you never really told me much about her other than that guy…” She slowly stopped talking. “Is she doing okay now?”

Bucky gave her a sad smirk at the thoughtful question. But he shrugged. “It took her awhile to get back to herself. I made her leave town. Not too far, obviously. She didn’t trust men after that… still doesn’t, really. I can’t blame her though.”

Y/N gave him an encouraging smile. “I’d like to meet her some day. Maybe we can have a little dinner party at my house…invite Steve and his family too?”

Bucky’s eyes brightened at the idea. “I think she’d like that. Steve misses seeing her all the time. He won’t ever admit it though. He acted more like her older brother than I did sometimes.” Then his eyes looked over the motorcycle again. “I thought getting her on a motorcycle would bring us closer again, give the two of us something to bond over. She really hated me for awhile…”

Y/N reached out and brushed a loose piece of hair behind his ear. He always had it in a bun at the back of his neck whenever he worked on projects. “I think that’s a great idea, Bucky.” Then she took in a deep breath, trying to rid the tension. “I’ll leave you to it. I just wanted to come over and say hi.”

“I’d like it if you stayed.” Bucky quickly responded. “It’s nice talking to someone while I work. And I’m a much better listener when I’m doing something with my hands.”

If she were being honest, she didn’t want to leave. But she also didn’t want to be a bother. “You sure?”

Bucky nodded and grinned at her. “Go get comfortable.” He gestured to a couch that was actually a vintage, leather two-seater from a car.

As soon a she got settled and Bucky got back to working on the motorcycle, Y/N started asking him more questions about his sister. This resulted into a lot of stories about the two of them. Steve was a side character of most and Sam got involved towards the end of high school when he moved to town.

Bucky refused to be the only one reminiscing though. He asked just as many questions about Y/N’s sister and the rest of her childhood.

After a couple hours, a comfortable silence settled in the garage.

“Hey Buck?”

“Yeah, doll?”

Y/N took in a deep breath. “What’s the history between you and Grant?”

Bucky tensed at the name. Then he looked up at Y/N and stopped his work. “Ward dated my sister before she got into that toxic relationship.”

She gulped. “Oh…” Her mind went over that night as best she could, seeing as she was almost blacked out drunk.

“I didn’t hate the guy. He treated my sister right and anyone could see that they loved each other.” Bucky admitted begrudgingly.

“So what happened?” Y/N pushed.

He sighed. “Ward joined Hydra’s gang. It took over his life. One day he just ended things with Rebecca. It seemed so out of the blue to her. But a part of me will always think he did it to protect her. Becca was such a mess afterward. And I can’t help but realize she would never have dated that monster after him if he’d never broken up with her.”

“Steve said you found any excuse to pick a fight with him.” Y/N gave the reason for her question without him asking.

“I can’t argue with that observation.” Bucky chuckled as he started working on the bike again.

“Well…I’m still sorry for getting in the middle of it that night.” Y/N looked down at the ground as she said it.

“Doll, I picked a fight for a different reason that night.” Bucky’s voice was low. “It didn’t matter that it was Ward. I would’ve beat up any man that had ill intentions towards you.”

She scoffed. “I had it under control.”

“Sure you did, Y/N.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress, you know.” Her stubbornness needed to clarify it.

“I never said you were.” Bucky replied earnestly. “And Rumlow’s broken nose is further proof of that.” Then he locked eyes with Y/N over the bike. “I protect the things I care about. It’s as simple as that.”

Y/N blushed at the subtle admittance of affection he just pronounced.

They slowly fell into more casual conversation again. Then Bucky offered to order them takeout too. Y/N realized she could get used to this life with him. She envisioned her sitting in the garage, reading or maybe even sketching. Meanwhile Bucky calmly working on a motorcycle or car. It was an image she fell more and more in love with the more detail she added to it.

At some point in the night, Y/N had fallen asleep on the vintage carseat. She had only woken up from a hushed conversation with Bucky. Her mind was still half asleep as she tried to eavesdrop and process it.

Then she realized she was warmer than she should be. Instantly she recognized the scent of Bucky’s leather jacket. He must have wrapped it over her when he noticed she’d fallen asleep.

“Tell him we’re not his lackeys. Maybe if he was actually good at his job, he wouldn’t have to keep asking us for favors.” Bucky hissed in a whisper.

“They’re not going to be able to take them to court without it. If we don’t do this, Y/N will have to press charges.” Y/N recognized Sam’s voice instantly.

“Absolutely not. She stays out of this.” Bucky snapped back.

“Have you asked her?” That was Thor’s voice.

Y/N’s eyes were still closed but Bucky turned back to stare at her sleeping form.

“As soon as she presses charges, absolutely everyone will know she’s connected to me and The Howling Commandos. The press will go nuts for it and the whole town will change the way they look at her.”

“They’re already going to as soon as they find out you two are dating…if that’s what you wanna call it.” Sam piped in.

Bucky glared at him. “Watch it, Wilson.”

The conversation died down and Y/N heard the retreating footsteps of Thor and Sam. A few moments later their motorcycles started and drove away.

Bucky quietly walked to Y/N. “Doll, do you want me to carry you home?” He offered in a soft whisper.

Her eyes flickered open. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

He was kneeling in front of her and let out a chuckle. “It’s quite alright.”

Y/N stretched and got to her feet, answering his question about carrying her home.

However, Bucky still insisted on walking her back. She kept his leather jacket on her shoulders without putting her arms in the sleeves.

When they hovered in front of her front door, another surge of bravery struck her. She kissed him, but it wasn’t polite and quick like their other kisses. Her tongue fought her way into his mouth…not that he put up much resistance. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her hips daringly pressed against his groan.

She reluctantly pulled away. “Will you come in?” The phrasing made it more of a challenge to him, making it clear that she already wanted him.

Bucky had a pained expression. “Trust me, doll. There’s nothing I want more. But I think I owe you a few dates before I take you up on that.” Y/N groaned. “I think I’ve been on enough dates for a lifetime.”

“Bad dates.” Bucky corrected. “You’ve been on enough bad dates for a lifetime. I promise I won’t be like those other punks.”

“And you can start by spending the night.” Y/N teased.

Bucky groaned, feeling his resistance dwindling. “Doll, you are trouble.”

“Sure am.” Y/N giggled. “But I pretty sure that’s why you like me.”

“Damn right.” Then he captured her lips in another searing kiss. But he pulled away too soon for her liking and was already backing away from her front door.

“Bucky Barnes you are a tease!” Y/N yelled out as she threw his leather jacket at him.

He let out a loud laugh and caught the jacket. “Tomorrow night. Wear jeans. We’re taking the bike.”

“I’ll think about it…” Y/N tormented while crossing her arms.

“Aw, don’t be like that, doll.” Bucky put on a fake pout that could break hearts.

“Fine. Tomorrow night.” She laughed before closing and locking her door.

For once, Y/N didn’t cringe when her doorbell rang. 5 minutes before 8pm, Bucky was at her door with that charming smirk of his. He was wearing his usual leather jacket. This time with a dark flannel shirt buttoned underneath.

Bucky was looking at Y/N’s outfit in return. “You look like…” He was struggling to find the right words.

“A dork?” She offered nervously.

He laughed. “No. I was going to say ‘like yourself’.”

The comment made Y/N blush. She was wearing black jeans and a grey hoodie underneath her distressed denim jacket. It was far more casual than most people would wear on a date. But Y/N felt comfortable around Bucky, like she could actually act like herself.

“I see you all dolled up for those poor punks. But it always felt kind of off.” Bucky added again, proving that he noticed how unlike herself she was forced to be with those men. “This.” He smirked as he gestured up and down at her outfit. “This feels like you.”

“I guess this is me.” Y/N shrugged, not wanting to make it a big deal.

“Oh. Almost forgot.” Bucky jogged over to his motorcycle. He returned seconds later with the most beautiful bouquet Y/N had ever seen. It was entirely made with wild flowers and stood out from the cliche roses that men thought were the answer to everything. It was mostly green and lavender. The thistles were her favorite part.

“Buck…” Y/N gasped.

“Roses didn’t seem like your kind of flower.” Bucky muttered shyly.

“They’re beautiful.” She whispered as she looked over all of the detail. The bouquet had to cost more money than she was worth. Her eyes flickered up to see him smiling at her. “Thank you, Bucky.”

“I was scared you’d find flowers too cheesy.” He chuckled, relieved to see she clearly loved them.

“Not when they’re from you.” She admitted with a sly smirk.

She made him come inside for a few minutes to put them in water and a vase before they left.

When they got to his motorcycle outside, Bucky handed her a helmet.

Y/N glared at it. “You didn’t make me wear a helmet last time.”

He gave her a stern look. “Yeah, because I wasn’t expecting to take you home. I didn’t have the helmet with me. Otherwise I would’ve, doll.”

She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. “I’ll only wear one if you do.”

Bucky sighed with a smile. “Always gotta be stubborn.” Knowing he couldn’t compromise, he went home and ruffled through his garage until he found a mostly unused helmet. It was mostly Steve’s wife, Peggy, that forced the entire gang to purchase one. She always worried about their safety. She was the gang’s unofficial mother hen. But Steve didn’t have the guts to tell her that the last thing they’d get hurt from is riding.

“Happy?” He asked while he held up his helmet.

“Very.” She smiled proudly. Then she started putting on her helmet, but stopped when she noticed there were three letters engrained on the back. They were her initials.

Bucky watched her studying them. “It’s your helmet.” He explained casually.

“What?”

He smirked at her confusion. “Figured you should have your very own, seeing as you’ll be riding with me all the time.”

Y/N playfully scowled at him. “Bucky Barnes, you seem awfully confident that you have a second date already secured.”

His expression went serious before he was closing the small distance between them. His blue eyes stared into her soul, never breaking the gaze as he brush some hair behind her ear. It all made Y/N hold her breath, which her heart wasn’t enjoying as it beat rapidly. Bucky finally cupped her chin and leaned down for the slowest kiss he’d ever given. The patience and artistry of it made Y/N want to skip the date altogether and drag him to her bedroom.

It could’ve been a few minutes or a could’ve been an hour, but Bucky finally pulled away.

“What were you saying?” He raised an eyebrow and traced her cheekbone with his thumb.

“Nothing.” For once in Y/N’s life, she didn’t have a snarky and sarcastic comment to give back.

Surprisingly, Bucky didn’t rub it in her face. Instead, he helped Y/N put on her helmet, buckling the strap under her chin correctly and comfortably.

“How do I look?” She asked, now trying to put out the fire Bucky just lit with casual small talk.

He took a step back and dramatically squinted. “Sexy,” he answered honestly. “Safety is always sexy.”

“Have you been hanging out with my gynecologist?” She teased.

Bucky let out a laugh. Her jokes never failed to bring a smile or make him laugh.

His laughter ended as he threw on his own helmet. It was a different style than Y/N’s. There was still a vintage feel to it, but his face was completely hidden behind a reflective, chrome visor. It added a futuristic flare to the helmet. Of course Bucky had no problem pulling the look off.

“How mysterious…” Y/N giggled before getting on the motorcycle behind Bucky.

It was then that she noticed the picnic basket and blanket strapped on the back of the seat. She didn’t say anything, but smirked at the idea that a tough biker like Bucky had packed a picnic for their date.

Y/N had no idea where he was taking them as they weaved on side streets that curved around the landscape instead of cutting it apart. She held onto Bucky tighter this time, now that he was no longer a stranger. His body warmth kept the wind from chilling her and his scent always had a gift of calming her.

Half an hour later, Bucky pulled up to a forest preserve that could’ve been taken out of a fairytale. It felt like there hadn’t been human visitors in centuries.

“How’d you find this place?” Y/N asked in awe as she took off her helmet.

“Driving around on motorcycles makes it easier to find things off the beaten path. This is one of the hidden gems I’ve discovered over the years.” Bucky explained as he grabbed the picnic basket and blanket from the back of his bike. “Come on.” He managed to keep one hand free to hold her own and guided her through the trees.

Just a few minutes later, they were at a clearing and a lake was right in front of them.

“People never come to this side of the lake. The beaches are all on the other side.” Bucky commented.

Y/N nodded while she took in the sight.

When she looked over at Bucky, he had walked onto a small wooden pier and spread the blanket out. She smiled, walking over to join him.

“What did you bring?” Y/N hummed as she opened up the picnic basket. Inside was practically a feast. There were cheese, grapes, strawberries, crackers, olives and a few sandwiches. Tucked in the corner were a few paper cups and a bottle of white wine.

The thoughtfulness of it all warmed Y/N to the core. But she tried to contain her emotions. She still wanted a little revenge for his confidence and attack on her composure.

Y/N held up the bottle of wine for him to see. “Thought you weren’t supposed to drink and drive…” She teased.

Bucky chuckled. “Doll, don’t insult my tolerance. Plus, the wine is mostly for you. I’m more of a whiskey and beer man.”

Together they laid out the food and conversation naturally started. Just like the night he played nurse for Y/N at her house, she felt a comfortable energy with Bucky. She wanted to know what his trick was. But her heart was starting to realize that there were no tricks…this was just Bucky. No, this was Bucky and Y/N together.

When the sun went down, Bucky pulled out some candles from the picnic basket. Y/N watched in amusement as he pulled a zippo lighter from the pocket of his leather jacket to light them.

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” She nudged playfully before taking another sip of wine.

Bucky smiled. “I have a lot of competition…”

Her smile dropped at the comment. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

His brow furrowed at the comment.

“There’s never ever been a competition, Bucky.” She stared into his eyes as she said it quiet, yet sternly.

His blue eyes lit up at the statement.

Y/N had lost track of time. They had to have been talking for hours.

“I don’t think I can eat another bite.” She admitted to him.

Together they cleaned up what was left of the food and put it back in the picnic basket.

Bucky glanced up at the sky. Without saying anything, he lay down on the now cleared blanket.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked.

“The encore to our night.” Bucky said as if it were obvious and pointed to the sky.

Y/N followed his direction and glanced up to see the stars scattered across the night.

Bucky sat up while she was mesmerized and blew out the candles so they were completely covered in darkness. “Come here, doll.” He had laid back down and motioned for her to lay down beside him.

She didn’t need to be asked twice.

He lifted his arm and she took it as an unspoken invitation to cuddle up next to him. After she rest her head on his shoulder and wrapped her outside arm over his abs, Bucky pulled her even tighter to his body.

They laid their in silence for some time, just staring up at the stars.

“Y/N?” Bucky was finally the one to speak in a whisper.

“Yeah, Buck.” She sighed.

“What are you so scared of?” Bucky instantly felt her body tense against him with the question. He rubbed Y/N’s back and traced her hand that rest on his abs in hopes it would comfort her enough to open up.

Crickets and other night creatures filled the silence between the two.

“Going through the motions.” Y/N eventually mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

“You go through school, then you apply to colleges, then you spend four or more years doing that.” She said the list quicker and quicker as it went on. “After college, people barely give you a moment to breathe before they ask who you’re dating, when you’re getting married. You think they’ll give it a rest once the weddings over…but next they get to badgering you about starting a family .”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I wonder if people look back and wonder if they even wanted those things or they just did them because they thought they had to.” She stared hard at the stars above like they would give her the answers.

Her heart started beating as she waited for Bucky to say something. But he just kept quiet.

“I know it sounds silly. You probably don’t get it. You’re not afraid of anything.” She rattled out from embarrassment.

“Yes, I am.” Bucky instantly corrected. She held her breath. “And it’s not silly. I get what you’re saying.”

Maybe it was the fact they were both looking up at the sky instead of each other, but it gave Y/N the bravery to ask what she wanted.

“Then what are you scared of?” She said slowly.

Bucky cleared his throat. “I’m scared of losing the people I love. I’m scared my past and all the terrible things I’ve done will come back and ruin everything I’ve built.” He took in a deep breath. “I’m scared you’ll finally realize that you really are too good for me. Or worse, you don’t and get hurt again because of me.”

“That’s never been what I’m scared of when it comes to you and me.” Y/N finally sat up to look at him.

Bucky followed, leaning his weight on his elbows and forearms. “What is it then?”

She lost her courage now, deciding to look at the ground instead.

He reached over and gripped her chin, making her look up. “Please tell me, doll.”

Y/N’s eyes were filled with sadness and fear. “I’m scared you’re going to break my heart.” She finally whimpered.

But it was true. Y/N had never felt this way about anyone before. She hated the lack of control it gave her. She was a fairly pragmatic person and all the odds her brain calculated pointed to this relationship ending with her heart broken.

“Y/N…” Bucky’s voice was firm now. “Y/N, look at me.” Her eyes struggled to lift again. “I’m not going to hurt you. I know this is scary for you. It’s scary for me too. I don’t know how to convince you…but I’d-I’d never do that to you.”

“You don’t know that.” She mumbled.

To her shock, Bucky actually chuckled at her response. “There’s that damn stubbornness.” He shook his head and glanced up at the stars again. “I’ll never be able to show you how I see you. But fuck…I’m gonna try my damn best.” With the declaration, Bucky leaned over to wrap her lips in for a long kiss.

Reluctantly he pulled away.

“Come on. It’s late and I don’t want you falling off the motorcycle from sleeping.” He smiled softly before helping her stand up and wrapping up the blanket and picnic basket.

On the ride back Y/N rest her head against Bucky’s back, but made sure to stay awake. Despite being tired, their ride home seemed like half the distance and she felt disappointed for their time coming to a close. It was silly, really. They lived across the street from each other.

Like the surprising, biker, gentleman he was, Bucky walked Y/N to her front door.

She tried to give her helmet back to him but he stopped her.

“It’s yours now, doll. Keep it.” He explained.

Y/N nodded slowly and looked down at it. “Bucky, thank you for tonight. Really. I didn’t realize dating…I-I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.” She was flustered.

“Does this mean I get a second date?” He smirked mischievously.

“Yeah. But you already knew that.”

Part Seven

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