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sgt-seabass · 11 months

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Just Imagine this:

"Honey?" Bucky called as he came home from a long day of work only to find you and the kitty asleep, He would scoop you up and put you in bed only mildly stirring you. His perfect family. he would change and hop in bed with you.

THIS MAN IS GORGEOUS

𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂

✧˚ · . a collaboration between @navybrat817 and sgt-seabass

Bucky returns home after a mission, ready to spend time with his two favourite people, you and Alpine.

pairing — bucky barnes x reader w/c — 1.3k part of the Vengeance AU listening to —♫navillera by gfriend

warnings — bucky barnes is a sweetheart, part of a dark AU, mentions of Hydra a/n — navillera is a korean phrase meaning ‘like a butterfly’, so i thought it suited. thank you so much for your ask, it inspired this oneshot! hope you enjoy a little peace before our next part comes out.

“Steve, there’s something more to this.” Bucky rapped his flesh fingers against the back of his metal hand, shoulders tensed as he looked out the car window, the sky dark. Shadows cast across his face, emanating his worries easily with the subtle light of the moon.

Normally, he rode his bike to the compound before a mission, but this one had been urgent so Steve had picked him up, and now was stuck with dropping him home.

Steve sighed, both hands gripping the wheel. Both men were tense. “Buck. We really shouldn’t be talking about this–”

“The base wasn’t just empty, it was stripped bare. Someone cleaned house.” Bucky chewed on his lower lip as they passed by familiar streets, one’s he often walked with you. It felt dirty to be thinking about work in the area he considered your domain. Bucky liked to keep work and private life separate, although the edges seemed to be bleeding more and more.

Lately, he’d had a lot more late nights and sudden missions as a string of ex-Hydra bases were ransacked by unknown assailants. It was concerning enough to have someone interested in old Hydra assets, and even more worrying with no idea as to why.

The world was better off without the tentacles of Hydra swirling below the surface, but it seemed some people didn’t agree with that sentiment.

“We shouldn’t be talking about this. It’s classified. We need to be in a secure facility.” Steve was clearly growing more irritated, but Bucky knew the stem of that annoyance was the same as his – they didn’t know who was doing this, and what their motive was.

“You sound like Tony,” Bucky sniped before he could think better of it.

Steve inhaled sharply, shooting Bucky a look. It had Bucky curling a little into his seat. “Sorry. You just know it’s weird and there’s something big we’re missing. Hydra is gone, so why would someone care about their old junk?”

“I don’t know, Buck. But I intend to find out,” Steve said with finality as he pulled up outside your apartment building. “Either way, it’ll be fine. Hydra died the same day the Triskelion fell. Now go get some rest, you look like shit.”

“Is that an order, Captain?” Bucky chuckled dryly, his eyes lingering on the high up window with the open curtains – his apartment. The four walls didn’t weren’t what made it his home – you were. Becca had always told him home was where the heart is, and his heart was always with you. You were his home. His safety blanket. His everything.

“Stop being a jerk and get out of my car. Your girl needs you,” Steve gently pushed at Bucky’s shoulder, an air of ease between them.

Bucky opened the car door, sliding out, but not without sticking his head in to have the last word. “Fine, punk. But keep me in the loop.”

Steve just nodded, affection in his expression. Bucky smiled as he shut the passenger door. The world was certainly different from the one they’d grown up knowing, but after everything it was nice to still have his best friend.

Bucky didn’t look back as Steve drove off, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats as he ambled his way up to the apartment. He felt relaxed coming home. He was finally able to live the life he had been so vehemently denied of by his captors.

It was hard not to think about the past. In the years since his freedom, Bucky had mourned the loss of his life in the 40’s, dealt with the shame and guilt of his actions as the Winter Soldier, and now dealt with the anxiety of the modern world. He’d chosen not to share the gory details of his actions as the Winter Soldier with you, and while you’d never pressed, he could see that curious look you gave him. But if he told you he was a ruthless killer, would you leave? The logical part of his brain said no, you’d work through it with him. But the gripping fear that you would leave was too much to bear.

So instead, he let you live in an oblivious bubble, with only trickles of information coming through. It was safer that way. You wouldn’t be a target when you didn’t know anything.

Bucky’s keys jingled as he opened the front door, undoing the multiple locks he’d had installed when he first moved in. The apartment was dark, only a soft light emanating from the television that was running repeats of some crime show Bucky knew you liked.

A soft chuckle left Bucky as he sighted you cuddled up on the couch, strewn across the cushions with a few blankets piled on top of you, and Alpine perched happily atop your chest. Your chest rose and fell slowly, a little snore sounding with each few breaths.

Guilt began to nibble at Bucky. You’d stayed up for him. He hadn’t given you an estimated time back since he didn’t know when the mission would be over, but he knew you, and he was certain you would have had little sleep while he was away, always waiting for the front door to open.

Ignoring the empty ice cream container and takeout on the table - a problem for another time - Bucky made his way through the mountain of coziness so he could pick you up.

Bucky’s arms looped under you, lifting you and Alpine in one scoop. Alpine mewed softly, which Bucky quickly shushed in response, not wanting you to wake. You stirred in his hold, but luckily stayed asleep.

Unable to help himself, Bucky placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving to the bedroom. With the utmost care and caution, Bucky placed you down into the soft covers of the bed, tucking you in tight so you wouldn’t feel the chill of the night's air.

Within minutes, Bucky was undressed and ready to join you, left in nothing but his dog tags. He’d showered at the compound after the mission, since he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from cuddling you the moment he set eyes on you.

Bucky climbed into bed next to you, pulling you close to spoon you while he propped his head up on his metal hand to watch you, Alpine snuggled close to your stomach. He placed his flesh hand on your chest, feeling the soft thrum of your heart through his palm. Nothing could ground him like you did. Bucky smiled, placing a kiss to your shoulder and head, allowing himself a moment of reprieve in your familiar scent.

Everything about you was just comfort. You were a beauty inside and out that Bucky felt privileged to witness. Each night, he could bid the moon goodnight knowing there were good, pure people like you in the world.

At first, he’d hated the modern world. But when he’d met you, he’d started to think it might not be all bad.

He’d be with Steve until the end of the line, but with you, he’d be with you eternally. Even if the world ended, if everything just ceased, you’d still own his heart. The love he felt transcended the mortal realm, and was something more than he’d ever understand.

Bucky’s eyes traced your form, taking in each intricate detail of your face. Becca and his Ma would have loved you, he was sure of it. His sister would have undoubtedly given him flack for pulling a girl so sweet and stunning, and his mother would have treated you like the second daughter she never had. Bucky felt a twang in his heart that he couldn’t give you the loving family you deserved.

“Bucky.” Your dreary voice snapped Bucky back to reality, as if you knew his mind was beginning to spiral. “I love you.”

Bucky let his head rest on the pillow next to yours, but not without placing a kiss to your shoulder first. “I love you too.”

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buckrecs · 1 year

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Hi☺️☺️ hope you’re having a great end of year! i saw in a recent post that you live in korea and I don’t see many people living in korea or koreans (if you are) on here so that was a nice surprise!!! not my fave account living right in the same country as me🫢

could u plz rec any bucky x avenger!reader or agent!reader fics if u know any?? they’ve been my favourites to read recently. thanks a lot!!!!

Avenger / Agent Reader

masterlist | req masterlist

Heyyy!! I’m korean and I live in korea too🥺 So nice to meet a fellow korean on tumblr 새해복 많이 받으세요🫶

And here are some Avenger/Agent!Reader oneshots!

I really wanted to add everything that I read in the past but I couldn’t, so please check out other works these amazing writers wrote! (My following page is public too😉)

delicate by @mediocre-daydreams

this ain't for the best my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me.

the one where the protein shake plays matchmaker by @mediocre-daydreams

you and bucky barnes can find any reason to hate each other. new york can find any reason to believe you two are together. when steve asks you to do a co-interview with bucky, the two of you are barraged by dating rumors that you vehemently deny and it breaks bucky’s heart. do you really find the thought of being with bucky so revolting?

Obsession by @wkemeup

Targeted after your complicated relationship with Bucky ends up on every news channel in the city, your stalker takes things into his own hands to ensure that you belong to him, and him alone.

I Told You To Be Patient by @shamevillain

Patience is a virtue and Bucky would love to be the one to bestow it upon you.

Worth The Risk by @itsapeterthing

when bucky and sam get captured you have to go in alone to save them leading to a worried, overprotective bucky who cares about you a bit more than a teammate should.

black out by @creativebeang

a black out in the middle of a mission leaves you and bucky in dark. an unfortunate situation may be the best opportunity to shed some light in deeper issues.

b.b. boy by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky and you have been friends ever since he arrived that rainy at the Compound. Silently pining, you’d hope he would pick on the numerous hints you dropped. It’s not until a small miscommunication happens that he confronts his feelings for you.

Liability by @writing-for-marvel

Bucky takes you under his wing when you become the outcast of the new special forces team working with the Avengers.

If This Is The Last Time by @/writing-for-marvel

Bucky finds you bleeding out and he fears it will be his last opportunity to tell you how much he cares.

I Grew Up In The Shoes they Told Me I Could Fill by @nightowlwriting

you were built in the image of the winter soldier and with that comes blood on your hands. you do your best to find any sort of repentance in your new life with the avengers - your new life living with, and being in love with, bucky barnes. when your past comes back to haunt your present... well, you're not sure you'll get a future.

I Can Do More by @the-bau-quinjet

The team underestimates Y/N's strength until one day when her powers save them all.

Out Came The Sunshine by @sidepartskinnyjeans

A quiet evening takes a surprising turn when a new recruit moves into the compound.

You Deserve This by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

As the newest member of the team, you’re doing your best to prove yourself- but doing so is difficult when you’re sick.

Six Days by @tmpestuous

make the effort to avoid Bucky during a mission after he upsets you in an argument, but things quickly take a turn for the worse.

Welcome Notes by @snotwebs

You’ve been a S.H.I.E.L.D agent for many years now, but recently you’ve been on more and more missions with the Avengers, and so Fury decided it was time for you to move to the team’s wing in the tower. You are welcomed by everyone but there is just one person you still haven’t met. Bucky Barnes. You’ve heard so many stories about him, but he kept very much to himself. You decided to make it your mission to make Bucky feel as welcomed as you did, and so it all began with a note...

The Enemy within our own Ranks by @pherelesytsia

Y/N is injured during a mission.

restoring a legacy by @alisonsfics

you are there when bucky finds out about the “new cap”

Art Therapy by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x agent!reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes oneshot

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brandycranby · 10 months

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asian reader moodboard series masterlist

While my inbox is always open for general writing and moodboard requests, this series is a special project dear to my heart. I see very little Asian representation in self-insert community spaces and personally, it hurts a lot. But what we make is what we see so here I am.

Currently, I make moodboards for mostly C. Evans characters, Bucky Barnes, and some other S. Stan characters. Feel free to inquire in my inbox. I do not do RPF (real person fiction).

You can be very specific in your reader request (such as Tamil!Reader, Shanghainese!Reader, Khmer!Reader) or more general (EA!Reader, Desi!Reader, SEA!Reader) but please include the aesthetic/vibe/prompt/colors you want as well. You're very welcome to specify that you want a darker model!! (FUCK COLORISM)

Anyone can request and anyone can reblog. In fact, please do or else no one will ever know about these 🥹

*The pictures I use are not mine, all are found on Pinterest*

A Morning in Mumbai - Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader, for @emyearns (June 9th, 2021)

These Idle Hours - Ransom Drysdale x East Asian!Reader; light academia (December 17th, 2021)

Where the Green Grass Grows - Jake Jensen x Korean!Reader, for @babyjakes; cottagecore (July 3rd, 2023)

Glitter on Your Lips - Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x Desi!Reader, for @astrorogers; 80s disco (September 1st, 2023)

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m. masterlist

#asian reader moodboard series #asian representation #moodboards #ce characters #chris evans #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #more to come!!

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yelena-bellova · 3 years

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Safe Haven: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - Chapter Three

chapter two - Chapter Three: Ceasefire - chapter four

Series Masterlist

Plot: Bucky, Sam and Y/n visit Baltimore and unearth a long kept, heartbreaking secret. Bucky and Y/n’s tension comes to a head when they meet with Dr. Raynor.

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: spoilers for episode. 2, angst, language, racial undertones, racial profiling, PTSD, mention of torture, mention of suicide, fluffy angst, Walker is an asshole and Y/n is a bad bitch, the start of the slow burn 🔥

A/N: This shit was heavy to write because of the subject matter so hopefully the fluff towards the end makes up for all the angst I’m about to put you through lol. Honestly, it’s so hard to write this series not having the ending of the show yet 😂 Like I’m trying to build this and I know where I need it to go but it all depends on the show. This week’s episode was 👀 and I’m already drafting in my head. Anyways, enjoy!

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Military craft bathrooms, I had found out, were not an ideal place to apply makeup.

I had woken up in the early morning hours stiff, achy and with a deep purple bruise on my cheek. I’d done my best to conceal it as to not attract attention wherever Bucky was taking us, but I wasn’t a magician.

Sam and I had yet to speak about me going home, but the tense exchange we’d shared before I passed out still hung over us. It wasn’t like we’d never fought, but the reasoning had never been over one of our lives being endangered. I didn’t want to leave him, but it was futile to argue the point.

The neighborhood that we were passing through didn’t look all that different from New Orleans. Bucky still had yet to tell us who we were here to see, only that it was important that Sam met him. I was done asking questions and trailed behind them on the sidewalk, my hands shoved in my jacket pockets and my head hung in defeat. I’d tried to do the superhero thing and failed miserably.

“Hey, it’s Black Falcon! What’s up?” “It’s just Falcon, kid,” Sam replied to the boy sat in front of a chain-linked fence with his friend.

“No, no, my daddy told me it’s Black Falcon,” the kid insisted.

Sam stopped in front of them, “Is it because I’m black and I’m the Falcon?” “Well, technically, I mean, yes,” he shrugged. “So are you, like, Black Kid?” The kid’s friend burst into laughter and Sam did the same, “I got him, right?”

“Whatever, man…” the kid sat down, I was just about to pass him when he stopped me, “Are you a superhero too?” Sam stopped and looked back at me, his lips pressed in a thin frown. His eyes were sympathetic but I wasn’t in any mood to discuss my unsuccessful attempt to enter his world. I gave a sad smile to the kid, “No, I’m not.” I patted his shoulder and left, Sam chose to walk with me instead of ahead of me.

Bucky was already on the house’s front porch when we climbed the stairs, he banged on the door marked with a ‘No Trespassing’ sign. We waited a few seconds before it opened to reveal a boy, 16 or 17 maybe.

“We’re here to see Isaiah,” Bucky said. “Nobody named Isaiah live here,” the teen replied.

“Look, we just want to talk to him,” Bucky gently pushed.

“You must not hear what I just said, you ain’t getting in this house. Ya’ll can leave now.” Bucky dropped his head and shut his eyes, looking as if what he was about to say pained him. “Tell him the guy from the bar in Goyang is here,” his voice dropped, “He’s gonna know what that means.”

The boy’s eyes bounced between the three of us before backing away from the door, “All right, wait here.” “Nice kid,” Sam commented once he was gone, “How do you know this guy?” “I used to, we had a skirmish during the Korean War,” Bucky explained. The screened door opened once again to reveal the teen, “Today’s your lucky day. He said he wanna see for himself.”

Bucky led the way inside followed by Sam and I. Where the living room met the dining room was where a tall, grey haired black man stood. “Isaiah,” Bucky greeted him as we stepped inside. “Look at you,” Isaiah said, taking cautious steps toward Bucky. “This is, uh, Sam. Sam, this is Isaiah,” Bucky raised his hand toward the man, “He was a hero. One of the ones that HYDRA feared the most, like Steve. We met in ’51.”

“If by met, you mean I whupped your ass, then, yeah,” Isaiah interrupted to correct Bucky’s inaccurate storytelling. “We heard whispers he was on the peninsula, but everyone they sent after him, never came back. So the U.S. military dropped me behind the line to go deal with him,” he spat the last part of the sentence. “I took half that metal arm in that fight in Goyang, but I see he’s managed to grow it back. I just wanted to see if he got the arm back or if he’d come to kill me.” I watched over Sam’s shoulder as Bucky shook his head. “I’m not a killer anymore,” his voice hitched slightly.

“You think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be? It doesn’t work like that,” Isaiah’s voice hardened, “Well, maybe it does for folks like you.” There was a pause as Bucky collected himself before we got to the heart of the matter, “Isaiah, the reason we’re here is because there’s more of you and me out there.”

“You and me…” Isaiah seethed, his eyes boring into Bucky.

“And we need to know how…” “I’m not gonna talk about it anymore,” Isaiah growled before picking up a metal tin and flinging it across the room. Sam threw an arm out to shield me but the tin lodged itself in the wooden paneling of the walls. With that power at his age, Isaiah was undoubtably a Super Soldier.

He took deliberate steps toward us till he stood only a foot away from Bucky. “You know what they did to me for being a hero? They put my ass in jail,” Isaiah’s voice broke, the traumatic memories were hitting him as he spoke, “For thirty years. People running tests, taking my blood, coming into my cell. Even your people weren’t done with me.” “Isaiah…” Sam said carefully.

“Get out of my house!” Sam and I startled at the sudden noise, but I didn’t fault Isaiah for his reaction. My heart broke for him in fact. Tears had welled in my eyes as he told us fragments of his life, my hand slipped to my mouth to prevent my sobs from escaping. Bucky turned away first, leading me out as Isaiah’s presumed grandson did the same to Sam. He pushed ahead of us both, every emotion possible playing out on his face.

“Sam…” Bucky began as we descended the front steps of the house.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Isaiah? How could nobody bring him up?” Sam angrily pointed a finger towards Bucky, who remained quiet as the three of us walked down the middle of the road. “I asked you a question, Bucky.” “I know…” “Steve didn’t know about him?” Sam asked.

“He didn’t, I didn’t tell him,” Bucky answered, his eyes never leaving the ground.

“How could you not tell him?” I exclaimed, my tears still tracing abstract patterns down my cheeks, “If there were anybody to tell, it would have been him!” “So you’re telling me,” Sam stopped walking and pointed back to Isaiah’s house, “That there was a black Super Soldier decades ago and nobody knew about it?”

Before Bucky got the chance to answer, the siren on a nearby police car sounded off. Two officers pulled up and exited the vehicle, “Hey.” “What’s up, man?” Sam said.

“Is there a problem here?” one asked, focusing on Sam.

“No, we’re just talking,” he answered, gesturing between the three of us. “We’re fine,” Bucky answered, visibly put out by the interruption.

“Really, we’re fine,” I shakily spoke up, wiping my palms under my wet eyes.

The officers didn’t accept our answers, instead coming closer towards Sam. “Can I see your ID?”

“I don’t have ID, why?”

“Okay, sir,” the officer held up his hands, “Just calm down.” “I am calm,” Sam responded, I could see the anger bubbling below his surface, “What do you want? We’re just standing here talking.” Bucky gestured towards the policemen, “Just give him your ID so we can leave.” The tears I was fighting so hard to control couldn’t be stopped as I watched the scene play out. “No,” Sam protested, “I’m not giving him shit, we’re just talking.” “Officers, there’s nothing going on,” I insisted, sniffling as I tried to speak. “Ma’am,” one of the men approached me, holding his hands out carefully as if to shield me from Sam, “If this man is making you uncomfortable in any way-“ “He’s my brother,” I sidestepped away from the cop, “You’re the only ones making us feel uncomfortable.” “He’s not bothering either of us, do you know who this is?” Bucky gestured towards Sam, I came to stand between both of them and placed a protective hand on Sam’s shoulder. If anything was going down, I was going down with him.

The cop that had briefly stepped away to his car came back and whispered something into his co-worker’s ear. His jaw dropped as he looked Sam over again, this time with a much less aggressive stare. “I am so sorry, Mr Wilson,” the bastard had the audacity to chuckle, “I didn’t recognize you without the goggles. I’m really, really sorry about this.” A second police car came down the street and stopped in front of us. The officers told us to wait as they hurried to try and clean up their mistake. It didn’t matter, the damage had already been done. Neighbors and people passing by were stood outside houses and on the sidewalk watching the scene unfold. And there stood Sam, the leading role of a story these men had written and forced him into. I’d never felt more helpless in that moment when I realized that had he not been recognized, there wouldn’t have been anything I could’ve done to save him.

“I didn’t…I didn’t tell anybody because he had already been through enough,” Bucky said quietly, reeling us back to our original point of conversation.

“Mr. Barnes,” the officer who had tried to cage me from Sam approached Bucky, “There’s a warrant out for your arrest.” “Look, the president pardoned him for all that,” Sam said. “Not for that. You missed your court-mandated therapy. It’s like missing a check-in with your PO. I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes, you’re under arrest.” Resigned was the only word I could think of to describe Bucky’s expression. He willingly followed and allowed them to handcuff him, quickly shaking his head at us as if to apologize for the ridiculousness as he got into the car. The worst part was I knew that if Sam or I were stupid enough to speak up, the consequences would be far worse than our reluctant cooperation. The car drove off, carrying Bucky and all his demons he hadn’t told his therapist about this week.

Sam and I remained frozen in the street, playing the last five minutes back in our heads. In a little house in a corner of Baltimore sat a war torn, wrongfully imprisoned, black Super Soldier who hadn’t had the suddenly privileged lifestyle Steve Rogers had. Isaiah had been beaten down, experimented on and abused for almost half of his life. The samples that had been taken from his body against his will had been used to create the Super Soldiers we’d met, ones that were out for blood. “Let’s get out of here,” Sam muttered, putting a hand on my back and pulling me into his side protectively. I snuck one last glance at Isaiah’s home, praying that whatever time he had left on earth was spent in the peace he deserved.

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We hitched a cab ride to the downtown police station and were informed at the front desk that Bucky was being released. His therapist was flying in from New York to come and meet with him.

Sam and I sat in the uncomfortable chairs of the waiting area, him on his phone and me zoning out on the wall. The ‘what ifs’ of our confrontation with the police were still swirling around in my head, each one more brutal than the last.

“I’m not leaving,” I blurted out, “After this, I’m not leaving you guys.” Sam sighed and switched off his phone, “I’m not gonna argue this again with you. I’m keeping you safe, I don’t care whether you like it or not.” “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m feeling,” I turned to him, my eyes watery and my fidgeting fists clenched in my lap. “I’m not going home just so I can sit from a safe distance and worry whether or not you’re gonna die at the hands of some cop who feels brave. Or a bunch of Super Soldiers with a grudge against the world,” I forced the lump building in my throat down, “I’m not going to leave and wait for your body to come back in a casket. The only way I’m going home is if you’re with me.” His lips parted like he was about to say something before deciding against it. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I could see that my speech had affected him. He pulled me into him, my head laying on his shoulder and his arm around my neck. I had worried for my brother’s life when he was first in the service, even more when he first became an Avenger. But that fear couldn’t compare to the kind I felt when the cops disregard each of his truths. I sniffled as I rested against him, trying hard not to imagine a world where Sam Wilson wasn’t by my side.

“Sam,” a women approached us, “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Dr. Raynor, James’ therapist.” We rose and Sam shook her hand, “So nice to meet you.” “Y/n Y/l/n,” I introduced myself as she extended the same greeting, “Thank you for getting Bucky out.”

“That was not me,” she smiled politely.

“Christina!” a nearby voice shouted, “It’s great to see you again.”

When bulls see the color red, it angers them to the point that they’ll charge toward it in a fit of rage. My reaction to seeing John Walker in the red white and blue suit was one of a similar caliber.

“You gotta be kidding me,” I grumbled, covering my face with my palm.

“You know him?” Sam asked in disbelief. “Yeah, we did some field ops back in the day,” Dr. Raynor answered.

Walker strutted towards us, “I heard you were working with Bucky so I thought I’d step in. Bucky’s not gonna be following a strict schedule any longer.”

“We haven’t finished our work,” she asserted, “Who authorized this?” Walker held up two hands and aimed them at his arrogant self. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have tied up. Just do whatever you got to do with him, then send him off to me. Got some unfinished business, him and I,” he pointed to me and Sam, “You guys too. I’ll be outside.”

He marched back out through the door he’d come through and if we hadn’t been in a police station, I might have reeled him back in with my energy to inform him of just how low of a chance there was that we’d ever take an order from him. But if we had to go through him to spring Bucky, I’d bite my tongue for his sake.

“James,” Dr. Raynor turned, addressing Bucky who was now leaned up against the nearby counter, “Condition of your release, session now,” she looked over her shoulder towards us, “You too, Sam, Y/n.” Sam was quick to decline for us both, “That’s okay, we’ll be out here-“ “That wasn’t a request.”

Judging by the unenthusiastic glare we were getting from Bucky, he wasn’t any more excited than we were. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can leave,” I said to Sam, taking the initiative and following Dr. Raynor, once again with the men in my tow.

“What exactly is your relationship with James, Miss Y/l/n?” Dr. Raynor asked as she slowed her pace to match mine. “I don’t have a relationship with him,” I answered plainly, “I only met him yesterday. We got our asses kicked in Munich together.”

We were led into an interrogation room, just as cold and bleak as the ones I’d seen on tv. There were two chairs on each side of the table awaiting us. “Since I’m here primarily to speak with James and Sam, Y/n,” Dr. Raynor removed her coat and placed it on the back of her seat, “You can observe alongside me. You two on that end.” A simple thing as even sitting next to one another seemed like too big an ask for Sam and Bucky. The two of them looked like kids sent to the principal’s office as they begrudgingly sat down. I for one was looking forward to watching them sort out whatever beef they had that I had gotten tangled up in.

“So,” Dr. Raynor set her notebook down on the table, “Who would like to start?” “All right, look, Dr. Raynor?” Sam began, “I get it, why you want me to talk to Freaky Magoo over here. But I’m 100% fine.” Sam’s fatal mistake was darting his eyes over to me before looking back at her. I already knew he was lying, but his tell confirmed it.

“It is my job to make sure that you’re okay,” Dr. Raynor addressed Bucky, “And so, yeah, this may be slightly unprofessional but it’s the only way that I can see if you’re getting over whatever’s eating at you.”

“This is ridiculous,” Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I agree,” Bucky shook his head.

“This is the first time they’ve agreed on anything for the past twenty four hours,” I spoke up, leaning back in my seat to watch the show unfold.

“See? We’re making progress already,” Dr. Raynor said, “So, who wants to go first?”

Silence.

“No volunteers? Wow, how surprising…” she remarked, “Okay, we’re going to do an exercise. It’s something I use with couples when they are trying to figure out what kind of life they wanna build together. Are you familiar with the miracle question?”

“Absolutely not,” Bucky answered.

“Of course not,” Sam’s voice overlapped with Bucky’s.

“Okay, it goes like this. Suppose that while you’re sleeping, a miracle occurs. When you wake up, what is something that you would like to see that would make your life better?’

Bucky suddenly became chatty, “In my miracle, um, he would…he would talk less.”

“Exactly what I was gonna say,” Sam replied, “Isn’t that ironic?”

“You guys are leaving me with no choice,” Dr. Raynor shrugged, “It’s time for the soul-gazing exercise.” “I like this better,” Bucky perkily pointed a finger towards his shrink.

Sam chuckled quietly to himself, “He’s gonna love this.” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “This is right up your alley…” Dr. Raynor motioned for them to rotate, ”Turn around, face each other.” “You should really enjoy this,” Sam said acidly.

“I’m going to,” Bucky said with a sarcastic smile, the only one I’d seen him wear. “Let’s do it,” he said happily as Sam moved to face him, “Let’s stare. This is a good exercise, thanks Doc.” “Alright, get close,” Dr. Raynor instructed, they scooted slightly towards one another, “Come on, get closer.” With their knees touching, any further would put them much closer than either of them would ever want. “Which way do you want to go?” Bucky asked, “Right or left?” “Why are your legs open?” Sam asked impatiently, “You know what? Fine, here, you happy now?” He used Bucky’s chair to pull him forward so they legs were locked together.

“That’s a little close,” Bucky said loudly, adjusting in his seat. Sam nodded in agreement, “It’s very close, that’s what you wanted, right?”

I couldn’t hold in my laughter anymore, causing both of them to shoot daggers at me. “Is this fun for you?” Sam snapped, gesturing towards their touching thighs. “Very,” I grinned unapologetically.

“Guys,” Dr. Raynor held up a hand to silence us all, “Now, look at each other. You need to look at each other in the eyes,” they obeyed and lifted their eyes to meet, “There, you see? That wasn’t so hard.” The stares they wore intensified, “Wait, what are you doing?” Dr. Raynor asked, “Are you having a staring contest?” Sam adjusting his eyebrows was her answer, she leaned over the table and snapped her fingers. “Just blink! All right, James, why does Sam aggravate you?” Bucky turned to his therapist with as close to a real smile as I’d seen on him when she cut him off, “And don’t say something childish.” His head lolled to the side in defeat, his pink tongue came out to wet his lips as he thought over his answer. “Why did you give up that shield?” “Why are you making such a big deal over something that has nothing to do with you?” Sam shot back.

“Steve believed in you, he trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason,” Bucky’s emotions were starting to seep out, “That shield, that is- that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield and you threw it away like it was nothing.” “Shut up…” Sam muttered.

“So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me.”

The way that Bucky’s voice had quivered at the end was telling of just how deep the wound ran. But Sam’s forgoing of the shield was backed by reasons that Bucky could never wrap his mind around.

“You finished?” Sam spoke up, when Bucky said yes, he continued, “All right, good. Maybe this is something you or Steve will never understand. But can you accept that I did what I thought was right?”

This was the issue that made the heavy silence we were sitting in all the more complicated. Both men were valid in their feelings, but there would be no resolve for either of them. Steve was gone, Walker carried the shield and Bucky and Sam were trying their best to navigate a new world.

Sam scoffed, burying the emotions that I knew he was trying to hide from. “You know what, Doc? I don’t have time for this. We have some real serious shit going on. So how about this? I will squash it right now. We go deal with that, and when we’re done, we both can go on separate long vacations and never see each other again.” My eyes widened at how quickly the conversation had escalated. “I like that,” Bucky agreed.

“Great. Well, let’s get to work,” Sam turned to Dr. Raynor, “Thanks, Doc, for making it weird. I feel much better,” he turned to Bucky, “I’ll see you outside.” With a slap to his shoulder, he rose from his seat and was out the door in seconds. There was so much left unresolved that didn’t sit well with me. As Bucky went to stand up, I did too. “Actually, Doctor,” I walked around to table to take Sam’s empty seat, “I’d like to say a few things.” Bucky annoyedly fell back down into his chair and shook his head in irritation. I didn’t particularly care that he didn’t want to speak with me, all he had to do was listen. “I know you and Steve were best friends and I know how much he means to you. But I can’t sit here and watch you berate my brother relentlessly over the fact that he didn’t take up that mantle. It’s easy for someone like Steve to be Captain America without any pushback, but Sam?” I pointed to the closed door, “It’s a whole ‘other ballgame. And while Steve would never have fully understood it, he would have made an effort to. And he wouldn’t be pressuring Sam like you are. You need to drop this and you need to drop it now.” “Let’s get one thing straight,” his razor sharp jaw ticked in anger, “You don’t get to talk about Steve like you knew him or like you understand anything about our friendship. You never met him, you don’t get to speak for him.” He could have never known what button he had just pressed, but my reaction wouldn’t have changed even if he had. I sat up straighter in my chair, my steely eyes boring into him. “I didn’t know Steve? Well, then I guess it was a different Steve Rogers that Sam introduced me to when I came to visit him in D.C. And it must have been a different Steve Rogers that I visited at the Avengers compound when I helped Sam move in,” I leaned forward, the dam in my eyes threatening to break, “It must have been a different Steve Rogers that I ran to when people all around me started turning to dust.”

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It was pouring rain outside the Avengers compound, the piles of dust that had rested on the ground having long since been washed away. Y/n stormed across the front lawn of the compound to the entrance, she had driven straight through for 20 hours from Delacroix to upstate New York. Getting past security hadn’t been hard once she had said who she needed to speak to and who it regarded.

Her boots squeaked across the floor as she marched through the compound, she’d only been once but she still remembered her way around. She navigated through hallways until she’d found the main room, she only recognized one of the figures that stood hunched over a table in deep discussion. At the sound of her entrance, each one of them turned around. “Y/n…” Steve said in shock, a relieved sigh spilling from his lips, “You’re okay.” “He’s here, right?” she trembled, “He’s in his room or the kitchen? Steve, tell me he’s here.” When Steve didn’t answer and ducked his head, Y/n pushed harder. “Tell me he’s here, Steve.” He looked back up, finally meeting her eyes. “I can’t do that.”

Y/n let the last bit of strength she had slip through her fingers as her soaked form dropped to the floor. Steve was quick to hold her, offering what little comfort he could, knowing that he wasn’t the person she wanted to see most in the world. She sobbed in his arms, the first step in the long process of mourning her brother.

Steve made a true effort to keep in contact with Y/n over the next five years. He flew down to New Orleans to visit every couple months or he offered to fly Y/n up to New York. About two years post Blip were when financial struggles really started to hit Sarah and Y/n’s business and Y/n had to decline each kind offer to meet him on his turf. When she explained why, Steve showed up on her doorstep two days later, ready to stay for the week and help out however he could. It wasn’t hard to see why Sam had bonded so deeply with Steve, he had just as big a heart as her brother.

The day that Sarah and Y/n received the joyous call from Sam that he was back from the dead was the best day of their lives. Y/n called Steve immediately after to tell him the news and thank him for whatever part she had guessed he’d played in reuniting their family. Her calls kept going to voicemail. After Sam’s reunion with his sisters and nephews, he took Y/n aside and handed her an envelope. Inside it was a letter from Steve explaining that he wouldn’t be returning after the restoration of the population. He wished her a good life with her family and that he had valued her friendship and kindness towards him. As brokenhearted as Y/n had been over the loss of her friend, when Sam told her the true reason behind Steve’s sudden disappearance, she was overjoyed that Steve had gotten somebody he loved back too.

Steve Rogers was there for Y/n in some of her darkest hours. They had bonded deeply, their friendship a single ray of light in their then darkened world. To see his shield paraded around by someone who didn’t embody the same qualities and values that he did hurt more than she let on. The world may have accepted John Walker, but he’d never be Captain America in Y/n’s eyes.

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I had somehow made it through my retelling of my time with Steve without completely breaking down. A river of silent tears streamed down my cheeks but my voice held firm.

Bucky’s harsh stare had diminished significantly the longer I spoke. His plush lips were parted in surprise, words I didn’t care to hear hanging off of them.

“I don’t ever want to hear that I didn’t know Steve Rogers,” my voice threatened to break finally, “You’re not the only one who wants to protect his legacy.” Dr. Raynor had remained so silent while I talked, I’d forgotten she was there until she offered me a tissue. I hastily wiped my cheeks, ducking away from Bucky’s gaze. “Thank you, Doctor,” I said softly as I stood up, “This has been really helpful.” I wrapped my arms tight around my torso and exited the room as quick as I could, making a beeline for the lobby to find Sam. When he spotted me, he stood to attention. “What’s wrong? What happened?” “Nothing,” I shook my head, “I just want to get out of here.” He placed a protective hand on my shoulder as he watched me sniffle the last of my tears away. Bucky joined us seconds later, I couldn’t look directly at him after bearing so much of myself to him. The three of us left the police station in a now familiar silence, each deep in thought about what we’d revealed.

“Well, I feel better,” Sam said as we stepped out into the cool evening air. “I feel awful,” Bucky grumbled.

A siren whooping caught our attention, I wished it hadn’t. There stood Lemar Hoskins and John Walker, waving at us and calling us over. The three of us reluctantly made our way towards them. “Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that.”

Sam rolled his eyes and humored him, “So what do you got?”

“Well, the leader’s name’s Karli Morgenthau,” Walker explained, “We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.” “They geotagged a location, then scrambled the signal,” Hoskins interjected, “But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe.”

“We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps,” Walker finished.

“Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since The Blip,” Bucky spoke up across from me, “So I guess you’ll have to look real hard.” Walker smiled, “Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?” “Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?” Bucky asked. “No, we don’t know, Bucky,” his voiced raised, highlighting his frustrations, “It’s only a matter of time before we find out.” If I knew anything about Bucky by now, it was that he had no issue with provoking people. “Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker?” I clapped my hands together once, “Okay, if this keeps going, someone’s probably gonna end up back in there behind bars so let’s just settle down.” “Look, Walker’s right,” Sam stepped forward, “It is imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys have rules of engagement and all kind of authorizations you have to get. We’re free agents. We’re more flexible. So it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.”

We didn’t make it further than a three steps when Walker spoke up again. “Miss Y/l/n,” I stopped walking at his call, “You’re an enhanced individual, right?” “I’m what they call a mutant,” I spun on my heels to face him, “But to simplify it, sure, I’m enhanced.” Walker raised a condescending eyebrow, “Are you familiar with the Sokovian Accords?”

My spine stiffened, he was trying to blackmail me without actually saying the words. I was far too familiar with the accords and the ramifications they’d had on the Avengers. They’d sent Steve and Sam on the run for two years. “I think I’ve heard of them, yeah,” I smiled humorlessly. “It clearly states that any enhanced individuals who haven’t signed are not authorized to participate in any national or international conflicts or any missions run by private organizations such as the Avengers,” he gestured towards Sam, “You’re running with an Avenger, aren’t you?” A mirthless chuckle fell from my mouth as I watched him try and intimidate me. “Look, Craptain America,” I took slow and calculated steps towards him, “You can order your partner around or the soldiers that look up to you, but don’t think for one second that you can threaten me and try to pull the same shit the government did with Wanda Maximoff. I’m not going to be told who I can and cannot help.” Walker looked down at me menacingly, resembling a little boy who hadn’t gotten his way. “A word of advice then,” he said, eyes flicking between Sam, Bucky and I, “Stay the hell out of my way.” The juxtaposition between him and Steve had never been more apparent. Here he was daring to threaten me with incarceration followed by an ominous warning when it hadn’t worked. Bucky, Sam and I waited until him and Hoskins had left before heading our own way. “‘Craptain America?’” Sam echoed, slinging an arm around my neck, “I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of you.” “It was a low blow,” I admitted with a contradictory smirk.

“Someone needed to say it,” Bucky chimed in, hesitantly looking over to me before quickly averting his gaze back to the sidewalk.

“Do I need to be worried that he threatened me with the accords? Are Sarah and I going to have S.H.I.E.L.D showing up on our door or something?” I asked.

“I think he’s just trying to intimidate you, but…” Sam inhaled wearily, “But I’d rather keep you here with us, just to be safe. If anybody were to come, we could protect you.” My smile grew as I looked up at Sam, the parameters of how to keep me safe had changed in my favor. I was almost grateful Walker had threatened me. “I can stay?” “Stop looking so happy about it,” Sam dropped his arm from around me, “This isn’t going to be easy,” he looked to our left to Bucky, “So what are you thinking?”

“Well, I know what we have to do,” he answered, if he had reservations about me sticking around, he was kind enough not to mention them. “When Isaiah said “my people…””

“Oh, don’t take that to heart. That’s not what he meant.”

“No, he meant HYDRA, HYDRA used to be my people.”

Sam thought the answer over for a second, decoding it. “Not a chance,” he scoffed.

“Walker doesn’t have any leads,” Bucky shrugged.

“I know where you’re going with this, no.” “He knows all of HYDRA’s secrets. Don’t you remember Siberia?” “Wait, you’re not talking about…” I sought out Bucky’s eyes that were still dodging mine. I didn’t need a history lesson on who he was referring to. “No. Not him. He’s crazy.” “We don’t exactly have a lot of other options,” Bucky said as if that was justification for what he wanted to do. “So you’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?” Sam asked. Bucky hesitated, searching for a more sophisticated answer. “Y-yes.” I may have been allowed to stay, but I knew that I wasn’t experienced enough yet to argue on their level. They knew when and how to make the difficult calls, they could operate in a grey area with little to no issues. All I could do was sit back, be taken along for the ride and tolerate any passengers who got in along the way.

“Okay, then,” Sam finally concurred, “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

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I couldn’t sleep.

We were back on the jet speeding back to Germany, this time with an even more sinister problem at hand. I had wanted to come along, I just hadn’t guessed that the reason I’d be allowed to stay would be because of a threat to my safety. All because of my powers. This was the reason why my father had been hellbent on keeping them a secret. I felt in a way that I’d failed him, that somewhere in the afterlife he was disappointed in me for telling the truth, even if I’d done it for the right reasons. Sam was conked out next to me, I envied his military training to get quick sleep wherever he could. I personally felt like I’d injected caffeine into my veins back in Maryland and hadn’t been able to come down since.

“Can’t sleep?” Bucky asked from where he laid on the floor, I thought he’d been unconscious the whole time.

“Can’t imagine why,” I dryly chuckled, “We’re only flying cross country to sit down and meet with one of the world’s most dangerous criminals. Why the floor?” “Oh,” he’d sat up and was looking back down at his lousy makeshift bed, his jacket balled up as a pillow and an itchy blanket, “It’s, uh, hard to explain.”

After a few seconds of near uncomfortable silence, he pushed himself up and made his way to where I sat. I tucked my legs under me to make room for his burly body. He was big enough that with all the space I’d tried to give him, my knees still brushed against his thick thigh. He sighed loudly, giving voice to the divide that if we’d have gone our separate ways, as planned, wouldn’t have mattered. Now that we were going to be working together, we couldn’t ignore what had been said in that interrogation room.

“Listen, about what…happened,” his face contorted in a mild cringe as he played the scene back in his head, “I’m sorry, for what I said.” “You didn’t know,” I offered, picking at a loose thread on my jacket, “I don’t talk about Steve a whole lot except with Sam.” “Still, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that,” Bucky continued, folding his hands in his lap. “I’ve been rude since we met and that’s not okay. Especially when all you’ve done is try and help.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it,” I leaned my head against the back of my seat, “No permanent damage done.” His thumbs danced together, his brows were knitted in concentration as he prepared to speak. “Can I, uh, ask you about your powers?”

I twisted so that I could properly face him, “Ask away.” “How did they happen?” “I was born with them, actually. I’ve got this thing called the X-gene, it’s supposed to manifest at puberty but for me it activated when I was really young,” I ran a hand through my hair, “Imagine being five years old and having blue come out of your fingers when you were reaching for a juice box.” A miracle occurred and Bucky’s lips actually quirked up in a half smile. It encouraged me to keep talking. “My mom wanted to take me to this school for kids like me but my dad forbade it. He kept saying that it was too dangerous and that somebody could find me. It was like he didn’t realize that it was a refuge for people with powers, not a hunting ground,” I paused, flashing back to arguments between my parents of which one of them actually knew what was best for me. “So instead, I just taught myself how to control them. There were a couple incidents but other than that, I’ve kept them under lock and key for a long time.”

Bucky had remained still and fascinated as I spoke, switching between watching my eyes and my lips. Suddenly it felt like nothing had ever gone on between us. We were just fellow soldiers or co-workers having a conversation outside of work.

“What do they think now? Your parents?” he asked, the ease of the moment slipping away with a simple question. He couldn’t have known the minefield he was stepping into.

“My mom doesn’t know yet that I told Sam,” I sighed deeply, inhaling strength and exhaling bad memories, “And my dad killed himself when I was a kid.” “Oh,” Bucky’s eyebrows lifted, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried into-“

“No, no, it’s fine…” I waved him off, “Whether I want it to be or not, it’s a part of me. He was in the service and when he returned, he was diagnosed with severe PTSD. I was so young when he came home that I don’t really have any memories of him before it happened. He had all the classic symptoms; flashbacks, nightmares, paranoia, fits of anger, at some point he even stopped believing that he was a good father and husband,” I tear slipped down my cheek, “That was around the time it happened. We tried for so long to help him but the trauma consumed him. Every day he was just doing his best to survive himself.” I glanced up at Bucky to find that his eyes were just as watery as mine. It hadn’t dawned on me that I was telling him everything that he already knew about what happened when someone returned from war. He was living it out right now.

“I’m not trying to strike any nerves but…in that session tonight, I saw how much you were holding in. With Sam, with me…” I started, praying I wasn’t going to end up pushing him further away, “I’ve seen what bottling things up and isolating yourself can do to a person and it’s a hell I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I know you don’t trust me yet but…if you ever do need somebody to talk to…I can’t understand your experiences, but I can recognize some of it.” Bucky truly looked lost, like he’d never been in the position of receiving such an offer. His face, usually so hardened, had softened so much he was almost unrecognizable. And yet there was still some barrier, some pain weaved between the hope and vulnerability that kept him from receiving my kindness with open arms. In the session, the pain I had seen in his eyes reminded me so desperately of that in my father’s eyes. If I didn’t try to help him, that look would haunt me for a long time.

“Thank you,” he finally said, his voice raspy enough to make me shiver. We sat there in the dark, both our walls we’d built around ourselves starting to crumble as we chipped away at one another. There was some feeling I couldn’t put a name to that had settled over us. The eyes that I’d avoided all day were now all I could focus on, digging into the deep blue pools and feeling like I could lay down my sword there. If we were going to get through this mission, we needed to be friends at least and I felt confidant we were on the path.

Bucky eventually cleared his throat, shaking me from my thoughts that he was at the center of. “We’re gonna be to Berlin soon, you should get some sleep.”

Internally, I smiled at the familiarity, it was almost word for word what he’d told me the other night. Only now the hostility had been dropped.

“You need it too,” I replied as he rose and made his way across the plane, “Goodnight, Barnes.” I curled up in a ball near Sam’s feet, praying he didn’t kick me in his sleep. I had just shut my eyes to try when a voice spoke up, “Bucky.”

“Hmm?” I opened one eye to see him lay back down on the floor, attempting to get comfortable.

“Call me Bucky.”

I pursed my lips slightly to decrease the size of my smile, I wasn’t the only one laying down their weapons. “Alright. Goodnight, Bucky.”

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Summary: After Bucky's arrest, Y/N's emotions get in the way of the mission.

Warnings: Mentions of Hydra killing a baby, Language, Flashback with Tony (RIP Tony 🙏)

A/N: Sorry for the very slow updates.

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Sam, Bucky, and I were all back on the Air Force cargo plane. Bucky sat on a box of cargo, and Sam and I sat two seats away from each other. We had just lost a fight, and we had a lot to think about, so we sat quietly.

After a couple of minutes, Sam decides to speak up. “Are you two alright?” Sam asked us.

“I lose most of my life with my brother, and now the only thing I had left of him is in the hands of an intolerable, wannabe soldier. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but this is not what I want. What I want is my brother back, not some man who got my brother’s shield as a reward. I came back from the blip, and everything went bad,” I expressed my feelings to the two guys sitting with me.

“Let’s take the shield,” Bucky said, staring into space. “Let’s take the shield and do this ourselves,” he continued.

“We can’t just run up on the man, beat him up, and take it. Do you remember what happened the last time we stole it?” Sam asks Bucky. Bucky responds with a “maybe”, making Sam continue to speak. “Let me remind you, just in case you forgot. Sharon was branded an enemy of the state, and Steve and I were on the run for two years. I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t wanna live the rest of my life ‘la Vida Loca. We just got our asses handed to us by Super Soldiers, and we got nothing,” Sam explains to us.

“Yeah, Buck. This isn’t Hydra. We can’t just jack someone for their stuff, and then they electrify our brains to forget. Like Sam said. We have no team, no supplies, and no way to stop ‘The Flag Smashers’,” I told Bucky, agreeing with Sam.

“That’s not entirely true,” Bucky told Sam, making our heads look up. Bucky leaves his spot on the cargo box, and sits between Sam and I. “Y/N, you may not want to help the way we need it, but there is also someone that you two should meet,” Bucky looks between us.

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The three of us landed in Baltimore, Maryland. We followed Bucky to whoever he thinks can help us.

On our way there, a kid stopped us. “Hey, it’s Black Falcon. What’s up?” the kid says, happily.

“It’s just Falcon, kid,” Sam tells the kid.

“No, no. My daddy told me it’s Black Falcon,” the kid corrected Sam.

“Is it because I’m Black and I’m the Falcon?” Sam asks the kid.

“Well, technically, I mean, yes,” he answers Sam’s question.

“So are you, like, Black kid?” Sam asks.

The kid doesn’t answer, but his friend starts laughing. “I got him, right?” Sam chuckles, high-fiving the other kid. I watch the whole interaction, as Bucky continues to walk. Now, I want a kid even more. I want my kid to have moments like that, whether it’s with me, Bucky, or their Uncle Sam.

Sam and I catch up to Bucky. Bucky took us to a house with a ‘No Trespassing’ sign hanging on the door. Sam looks at me before he looks at Bucky. Bucky knocks on the door, and a teenage boy opens the door.

“We’re here to see Isaiah,” Bucky tells the kid.

The boy tells us that there is no one in the house named Isaiah, but Bucky doesn’t buy it. He continues to try and get the boy to let him in, but the boy doesn’t budge.

“Tell him the guy from the bar in Goyang is here. He’s gonna know what that means,” Bucky tells the boy.

While we wait outside for the boy to come back, Sam and I ask Bucky how he knows Isaiah. He tells us that they fought each other during the Korean War. After Bucky explained how they knew each other, the boy opened the door, letting us into the house. We walk into the house, and we see an older man waiting for us.

“Isaiah?” Bucky greets the older-looking man. “This is, uh, Sam and Y/N. Y/N, Sam, this is Isaiah. He was a hero. One of the ones that Hydra feared the most. Like Steve. We met in ‘51” he introduced us.

“If by met, you mean I whupped your ass, then, yeah. We heard whispers he was on the peninsula, but everyone they sent after him, never came back. So the U.S. military dropped me behind the line to go deal with him. I took half that metal arm in that fight in Goyang, but I see he’s managed to grow it back. I just wanted to see if he got the arm back. Or if he’d come to kill me,” Isaiah told us.

The man’s story almost put tears in my eyes. I would have felt the same if I were a black soldier in America, and the government forced me to fight a man brainwashed by Hydra with a metal arm.

“I’m not a killer anymore,” Bucky told the man, with regret in his eyes.

Isaiah doesn’t accept Bucky’s statement for a second. “You think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be? It doesn’t work like that. Well, maybe it does for folks like you,” Isaiah told Bucky, looking him straight in the eye.

“Isaiah, the reason we’re here is that there are more of you and me out there,” Bucky says, shaking off Isaiah’s last comment.

“You and me,” Isaiah sounded offended.

“And we need to know how,” Bucky continued.

“I’m not gonna talk about it anymore,” Isaiah yells out. He picks up a box of mints and throws it at a wall. We look at the box of mints sticking out of the wall, in shock. Isaiah walks over to Bucky, making me gulp, holding back my feelings. “Do you know what they did to me for being a hero? They locked my ass up for 30 years. People running tests, taking my blood, coming into my cell. Even your people weren’t done with me,” Isaiah says emotionally.

Sam tries to speak, but Isaiah yells at us to get out, making me flinch. The boy with Isaiah, guides us out of the house, as tears ran down my eyes. As soon as we made it to the street, Sam started yelling at Bucky for not telling anyone about a black Super Soldier. I loosely followed the two, letting tears run down my eyes. This mission has revealed a lot, and it is very overwhelming.

As Sam and Bucky argue, a cop car pulls up with the siren and lights on. When they pull over, two white cops exit the vehicle, and they instantly start interrogating Sam. I look around, and I see people in the neighborhood stopping to watch the incident.

“Just give them your ID, so we can leave,” Bucky says, irritated.

“No, I’m not gonna give them my ID, because we’re just talking,” Sam says with anger in his voice.

“Sir, is he bothering you?” one of the cops asks Bucky.

“No, he’s not bothering me,” Bucky tells the cop.

“Ma’am, is he bothering you?” the same cop asks me, making me look up at them.

I look the cop straight in the eye, giving him an annoyed look. “No, he is a good friend of mine, and we were just talking like he said. I don’t appreciate the hostility towards my friend. I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m not in a very good mood, so unless you want me to report you, I suggest you get in your cop car, and be on your merry-way,” I tell the cop through my teeth.

“They’re the Avengers,” The other cop whispers to the first cop.

The first cop looks at Sam in shock, and he says, “Oh god. I am so sorry Mr. Willson. I didn’t recognize you without the goggles. I’m really, really sorry about this.”

Another cop car pulls up, and the first cop tells us to wait where we’re at. Something about the other cop car made me realize something. “Bucky, don’t you have a session today?” I ask my fiance frantically.

“Shit,” he exclaims, remembering his mandatory therapy sessions. The cop comes up to us to tell Bucky the longer version of what I asked him. They handcuff Bucky, and they put him in the cop car. They pull away, taking away my love once again. I break down crying. Sam watches me, and he pulls me into his chest.

“Thank you for standing up to the cops for me,” he whispers into my ear.

“I’ve lost everyone in my life at least once. I can’t lose you also,” I tell the man through my tears. He smiles into my hair, and we make our journey to the police station.

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“Sam. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Dr. Raynor. I’m James’s therapist. Y/N, I would say that it’s good to see you, but considering these circumstances… you know,” Dr. Raynor shakes Sam’s hand, and hugs me.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Sam responds.

“Thank you for getting him out. You are amazing,” I thank Bucky’s therapist.

“That was not me,” She tells us.

Out of nowhere, I hear a familiar voice. “Christina,” John calls Dr. Raynor out while shaking people’s hands. I roll my eyes, and Dr. Raynor gives me a “behave” look.

“It’s great to see you again,” John says, walking towards us.

“Dr. Raynor, you were so amazing a couple of seconds ago, and now I’m learning that you know the wannabe version of my brother,” I tell the woman with a frown on my face.

“Yeah, we did some field ops back in the day. You and Bucky are made for each other,” She says as John joins the conversation.

“I heard you were working with Bucky, so I thought I’d step in. Bucky’s not gonna be following a strict schedule any longer” I rolled my eyes at the man.

“To you, his name is James,” I glared at the man in uniform.

“We haven’t finished our work. Who authorized this?” Dr. Raynor asks John.

John looks at me and points to himself with a smirk. I look away from him, and I see Bucky getting walked out by two cops. I push past John and run to my love. He picks me up, and he spins me around.

“James, condition of your release, session now. Y/N, Sam, you guys too,” she tells us as John walks away.

“That’s okay. I’ll be out here with…” Sam gets out before Dr. Raynor interrupts him. “That wasn’t a request,” she tells the man, walking towards the back.

Bucky grabs my hand, and we walk into an interrogation room. Bucky sits in between Sam and me, and Dr. Raynor sat on the opposite side of the table. Dr. Raynor lets us choose who starts the conversation.

Sam decides to go first, “Alright, Dr. Raynor. I get why you want me to talk to Freaky Magoo over here. But I’m 100% fine.”

“It is my job to make sure that you’re okay. And so, yeah, this may be slightly unprofessional, but it is the only way that I can see if you’re getting over whatever is eating at you,” Dr. Raynor tells Bucky.

Sam and Bucky both agree that the session was ridiculous, but I sat in the chair silently with my head down. I was thinking about all that has happened in the past 6 months. But all that was going on was making me sick. Dr. Raynor looks at me, interested in what I was thinking.

“Y/N, you okay?” she asks.

“I’m just having a hard time right now. I’m feeling kinda sick, can I be excused,” I ask.

Dr. Raynor lets me go, but not before giving me a warning. “Ms. Rogers, I’ve known you and James for a minute now. And I know that you and James will hide your feelings unless it is with each other. The only reason why I’m letting you go is that you’ve been looking a little green for a while now. But be warned, you and I will be having a chat later,” she warns me, making me nod my head at the woman.

I run to the bathroom, and I enter the first open stall I see. Before I can even close the door, I start throwing up into the toilet. After a couple of minutes of sitting by the toilet and violently puking my guts out, I leave the stall and wash off in the sink. I’m looking into the mirror, and I observe the features of my face. I have dark circles around my eyes from not sleeping. My face looks skinnier from not eating. And, my face is glowing, but I don’t know why.

I continue to look at myself, and I think of all that has happened since Hydra. I think of going on the run, the blip, the loss of my brother, and the fact that I can never have a family that stays. I see a tear run down my face. I let out a blood-curdling scream, making the lights flicker, the mirrors bust, and the stall doors slam open and shut.

A door slams open, and a pair of arms wrap around me, pulling me into the hallway. “You’re okay. I got you. You’re gonna be fine,” a familiar voice whispers into my ear. The voice holds my body in their arms, while sitting on the floor, and they kiss the top of my head. I’m still crying when I look up to see police, Sam, and Dr. Raynor all surrounding me. I turn my head, only to see the love of my life comforting me in his arms.

Dr. Raynor walks up to us, and she bends down to me, “Y/N, I think it’s time for our talk.” I look her straight in the eye, and I nod my head as tears stream down my face. She helps up me out of Bucky’s arms and leads me back into the interrogation room.

Bucky grabs my arm, turning me towards him. “I’ll be right out here if you need me,” he says, kissing my head. I give him a slight smile and walk back into the room with Dr. Raynor.

I take a seat across from the therapist, quietly looking at her. “You know, James really cares about you. Ever since our first meeting, we spend 15 minutes talking about you, and how he can help,” she starts the conversation. I stay quiet, allowing her to continue. “You're different from James. He told me that your Hydra life was much different than his. That you were a test subject, more than a fighter. And when you would fight, you would be ripped away from him after the mission, and electrified to the point you forget each other. I think we should talk about that first, don’t you think?”

I looked down, not wanting the woman to see me cry. It took me a second to control my feelings. “At the beginning, Hydra would have me fight for them. But when Arnim Zola noticed that I had a more advanced version of the serum, he switched me from the battlefield to the lab. It wasn’t until a year of being poked at with needles that we learned I had powers outside of the super-soldier serum. Hydra loved the fact that I was more advanced, so they wanted to make more. They tried many test subjects, but nothing worked.”

I had a harder time explaining the next part. I was now crying up a storm. Christina pulled a tissue box from her bag. She pushed them towards me, and she said, “It's okay. Take your time.” I took a couple and blew my nose.

I wiped my tears and continued, “they couldn't find any candidates that survived the serum, so they genetically made a candidate. They used my egg and James’s sperm and inseminated me. It took a couple of tries to get a successful pregnancy. I guess the short and weak gene went to my brother, skipped me, and made its way into my son because they didn't hesitate to take him from me and yell out “he’s weak”. I always wanted a child, but they took that too. All I wanted was a life with my boyfriend and my brother. I guess it just wasn't meant to be.” I looked up at the therapist. She saw how hard I was taking it, and changed the topic.

“So, what I’m getting at so far is that Hydra has taken everything from you. They took your life, your brother, your boyfriend, and your child,” I nod at her assumption. “Okay, so tell me about your life after Hydra,” she ordered me.

“After they put James and I on the ice, a lot of time had passed by before I was released. James had been out for years, but I was found in an abandoned Hydra facility. When I woke up, it looked as if the place blew up.

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2016

Lights started flickering in the lab holding my capsule. Everyone in the facility started freaking out. “Sir, I think you're gonna wanna see this,” one of Hydra’s scientists had said with a shaky breath.

The head scientist walks over to the other scientist. The screen that they were looking at the energy ratings. The screen was blinking red on my capsule. All of a sudden, everything electric shut off. The scientist looked towards my capsule, it was glowing as bright as a star.

They looked at my capsule in shock. “She hasn’t been active in years, why now?” the head scientist asks himself in a whisper.

The ground starts shaking, making the head scientist yell, “Everyone, evacuate the building.” Everyone ran out of the lab in a frenzy. Before they could all make it out, a loud explosion came from my capsule, killing everyone in the building.

I fell out of my capsule, barely awake. I open my eyes and I see all the people dead on the floor. I was so tired, so I go back to sleep.

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I wake up hearing boots stomping, and flashlights beaming into my eyes. I look up to see 5 men in armor facing their guns at me. “We have a female… and she’s alive! She seems to not be affected,” a man says into his coms.

The same man kneels down. “Ma’am, are you okay? Do you know what happened here?” the man asked me. I didn’t respond. Instead, I looked around. I saw I was wearing a white t-shirt and sweats. I looked towards the many dead guys in lab coats. The armed man gently helps me up.

“Sir, you’re gonna wanna see this,” another armed man showed the man that helped me, a tablet with the security footage. They looked at me, scared. “That explains the energy surge,” the leader said. They quickly but carefully restrained me. I was way too tired to fight.

We all walked out of the building. I quickly cover my eyes from the hot beating sun. I haven't been outside in I don't know how many years. The men walk me out towards a giant plane that thankfully blocks the sun from my line of sight.

After a couple of hours, we landed on a military base. We walk off the plane, and I see two guys. One guy looked to be in his 40s or 50s, and he wore a black suit and shades. The other guy was wearing a military uniform full of medals and looked to be much older than the other.

“If our research is correct, Stark, this girl is not only Steve Rogers's sister, but Bucky Barnes’s girlfriend. We got ahold of some of Hydra’s files, and we found out a lot about her,” the older guy says to the guy in the suit.

A soldier walks up to the men, showing them the tablet. “And there we have our answer,” the older man says, walking up to me. “Y/N, do you know where you are?”

I look at the man in the eyes and say, “My name isn't Y/N. I'm the Black Star.”

“Hmm. Is that so?” General Ross sassed me. I remain still with a blank face and excellent posture. “You got a lot of work for 36 hours, Stark. I suggest you get on it. First, I suggest you find a way for her to remember her brother and lover, ” I silently watched the two talk.

After a minute of them speaking to each other, Tony walks towards me and starts leading me to another plane. This time, the plane was much smaller, and it had a comfortable area to sit in. I stood next to the bar as Tony sat down. A hologram popped up on his watch, which made me jump. He pulled something up, and then looked at me.

“Let me guess. You've never been on a private plane, you've never seen a hologram, and you act like a robotic soldier?” I slightly nodded at what he said, a little confused on the robotic soldier part. “Well, let's try something new. You sit down in this very comfortable chair across from me, and then we can start on your memory,” Tony said, pointing to the chair. I cautiously sat down. I feel like I know a Stark.

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Present

I explained everything to Dr. Raynor. She wrote something down in her notebook before asking me a question. “Well, you may not have your brother, but would you consider starting over with James? I mean, I don't have to talk to James to know that he wants to start over with you? Would you consider starting a family with him?”

I didn't have to think about my answer. “I want to marry Bucky. I’ve waited over 70 years for this moment, and I don’t want anything getting in my way. Hydra, John Walker, these Flag Smashers, all are obstacles that I refuse to let get in my way. Thanks, doc. I feel so much better, ” I say, running out of the room.

I go to find Bucky. When I find him, I run and jump into his arms. We passionately kiss before someone clears their throat. I look towards the voice, and I see Sam watching impatiently.

“I'm a black man in a police station. I would like to leave now,” I laughed at Sam. I pull the two into a side hug with Sam on my right, and Bucky on my left, and I pull them outside.

My smile grows as we walk. The moment is soon ruined by a police siren. I look at the flashing lights to see John Walker and Lemar Hoskins. I roll my eyes.

“Gentlemen… And lady, ” John starts as we walk over. “Good to see you again, ” John continues.

I give a loud exaggerated sigh, “John! Did you not just see the smile on my face as I walked out of the police station? No one smiles as they leave a police station. And then you come and ruin my mood.”

“Look, if we divide ourselves, we don't stand a chance. You guys know that, ” John says, watching me.

“So, what do you got?” Sam asks. I elbow him and whisper, “What are you doing? We don't associate with wannabes.”

Sam shrugs me off and lets John speak. I roll my eyes and walk over to Bucky. “The leader's name is Karli Morgenthau. We've been targeting civilians who've been helping Karli move from place to place, ” John spoke. Bucky took his hands out of his jacket pocket and pulled me into his chest.

“Yeah? And who's tech did you hack into to get that info?” I annoyingly told the blond-haired man.

They ignore me as Lemar continues what John was saying, “They geotagged a location, then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe.”

“We think she's taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps, ” John starts speaking again.

“Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet, since the blip. So, I guess you'll have to look real hard, ” Bucky says.

“Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?” John Jokes. I look at the star-spangled man with annoyance. “Haha- no… Where is she now, Walker? Do you even know?” I anger the soldier.

“No, we don't know, Y/N. It's only a matter of time before we find out, ” John yells at me.

“Things are really intense for you, aren't they, Walker?” Bucky stares John down. John stares back.

“Take it easy. Look, Walker's right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys have rules of engagement and all kinds of authorization you have to get. We're free agents. We're more flexible. So it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you, ” Sam says, leading us away.

“A word of advice then, ” John says. We turn to the man. “Stay the hell out of my way.”

That set me off. “Oh hell no. Did that fettuccine noodle just tell me what to do?” Sam and Bucky go to hold me back, and I start to fight back. “No! You better hope you don’t run into me, John Walker! If I see you again you’re gonna wish you didn’t carry that shield!” I screamed at him, as I tried to kick and punch my way out of Sam and Bucky’s grip. John ignored me, and the u3 of us started to get farther and farther from John and Lemar.

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The Grand Plan - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x POC!Reader; Steve x POC!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Sharon Carter

Summary: You were growing up struggling with money and acceptance; but with your smart brain you created The Grand Plan on how to be successful and live the American Dream. Of course, some unplanned incidents happened during college (because come on, it’s college); such as developing a friendship (that lasts a lifetime) with Darcy Lewis and falling in love with a white boy. Since the last one might be harming your Grand Plan, you had to pull the plug on that one.

Warning: Fluff & Angst. Mention of discrimination due to being minority, loss of body parts due to cancer, skewed idealization of success.

Rating: 18+ Only

Word Count: 1.5K

[The Grand Plan Masterlist]

Part I. Them

New York, Present Day

"Wait, were we supposed to bring presents?" Steve's question represents everyone's concern when Darcy takes out a small box with a gold ribbon tied around it.

"Geez, relax, guys! It's a no-present housewarming. This is just something I promised Y/N a long time ago." Darcy grins as she’s showing off the box.

"What’s inside? Now I wanna know!" Sharon takes the box from Darcy's hand and shakes it gently, there’s a cling sound.

"It's a Buzz Lightyear keychain for her new house keys. We got it in Orlando a long time ago, she asked me to keep it until she bought a crib of her own. Look at her, finally did it right after her twenty-ninth birthday, the Grand Plan worked!" Darcy sounds so proud.

She's been friends with Y/N since the first day of college, when fate brought them together as roomates and she knew how hard Y/N had been working to finally be where she is today. She remembered Y/N took her to a Korean BBQ after she got her first paycheck; and within two years of working, she had used her paycheck to pay off her student's loan.

The following year, she and Darcy went to Disneyland Orlando— Y/N has dreamt going to Disneyland since she was a kid. That was when Darcy promised her to keep the keychain.

Hearing that story, Bucky can't help but smile. He always knows Y/N would do all of those amazing things, she always achieves any goals she has set her mind to.

Talking about Buzz Lightyear always brings Bucky back to the day he kissed Y/N for the first time, which is also the last time. Buzz Lightyear had always been Y/N's favourite character, so when Toy Story 3 was released, Bucky took her out to see it, just the two of them. The night ended with Bucky walking her back to the dormitory, she was busy talking about her plan to start the thesis early in the following year while Bucky still hoped they would always be college students forever so he could always spend time like this with her. He somehow knew at the back of his mind that she would fly so high the moment she graduated and he would never catch up, so he could only be grateful for the limited time they had then. But then Bucky got greedy, so he asked her to stay. And she had to break his heart.

"Do you want to go in?" she asked Bucky that night. "We could rewatch Toy Story 1 and 2, then you could sneak out from the window later."

Bucky walked into her room— the familiar room where he had spent hundreds of hours with her— with somehow a heart that was pounding twice harder. He knew he couldn't hold it in anymore. This girl, standing in front of him had turned his world upside down, had kept him awake at night thinking of her, had made him think he'd lost his mind.

So that night, he finally said it, "You know I've been in love with you, right? It's crazy if you don't know..."

She knew.

She softly locked Bucky's eyes, touched his hand and the next thing Bucky did was kissing her.

She kissed him back, but only for a brief moment. For her, it was exhilarating, it felt like breaking the rule, like cheating in exams, like eating ice cream when you have a cold.

The kiss was definitely not chaste. There was heat, like a pull that Bucky couldn’t resist, but she did stop at some point. Because for her, there wasn’t supposed to be a kiss.

"It was nice,” she gave him a sultry look. “And you know I love you too, but not like that.”

That's bullshit. Bucky could feel it from the kiss. It couldn’t fool him. There was no way she didn’t love him like that when she kissed him like that!

“I don't have time for— you know, dating," she said with a gloomy sigh.

Yes, that sounds more like it.

Bucky respected her decision and he let her fly. They started to grow apart and stopped talking altogether when Bucky was moving across the country to Nevada and completed his EMT license to become an active firefighter. He’d been staying in Nevada until a month ago, when he came back to New York and the old gang brought them back together.

Steve noticed Bucky's long gaze to the box, he knew Buzz Lightyear would trigger Bucky's memory of Y/N and their old campus life. Steve remembered she came to him the next day after the kiss. He never saw her confused, she had always been that person who was as steady as rock, but not that day. She lost her shit that day.

"Do you think I made a mistake? Do you think I should've just gone ahead and dated him?" She kept asking questions that Steve didn't know the answers to.

“Oh god, did I just blow up my only chance of happiness in this life?” She sounded dramatic— which was so unlike her.

She didn't know what love was or how to love— she could learn— but she didn't have time for it then. She just wanted to make a lot of money so she could pay off her student loan, her father's hospital bills, and her little sister’s future education. She didn't have time for a love story— that kind of thing wasn’t for someone who needed to work twice as hard, it would just be a disruption of her Grand Plan. Nothing is more important than the Grand Plan. Not even Bucky.

Steve and Bucky used to make fun of her and her Grand Plan, told her she was not having enough fun, that college life was the best time of their lives before everything got real and adulting took over. But she shut them off when she said, “What do you two privileged white dudes know about adulting? Some of us started way earlier.”

Steve spent his twenties with Y/N. She helped him with his thesis, and she recommended him to the marketing firm she was working for. Then they started a business together and failed together eight months later. Both of them went back to corporate right after that last taste of idealism.

Y/N was the whole package for Steve, as a friend and as a woman, but he knew Y/N never saw him like that. She treated him like a buddy, the kind of friend who asked Steve to buy her tampons when she had her period. Steve witnessed her dating adventures in her mid-twenties, sometimes she met guys from Tinder, sometimes it was a mutual friend. Some were successful business men, some were those athletic guys with crazy good bodies, some were timid, some were fierce, but all of them never really became a boyfriend. Steve had always wondered if Y/N was hung up on Bucky.

Sharon grabs Steve's hand and walks with him to the end of the hall. The sight of Sharon brings Steve back to the reality that she is now her girlfriend, they love each other and Steve should move on from the what if game that his mind plays tricks on; he should know he and Y/N were never meant to be together.

“I thought you were gonna bring your girlfriend and introduce her to us, Buck,” Sharon says cheerfully.

“Well, um, she’s busy,” Bucky replies as he keeps up with Darcy’s increasing pace. They are walking just a step behind Sharon and before one of them rings the bell, the door opens.

"Welcome! I could hear your footsteps! Can't wait to show you guys around!" A cheerful voice comes from inside the apartment unit.

The four of them swarm into the apartment and rain the place with compliments. It has such a great view, over the East River. Y/N, being her, acts with modesty and smiles shyly. “Come on, you guys know the Grand Plan, it’s not a surprise,” she says.

“Oh my god! You brought the pic board!” Darcy shrieks. It’s an almost torn old cork board with their photos that Y/N took. Bucky with his long hair wearing a blue shirt— matching his eyes, Steve sitting on the old couch at the coffee place they always went to, and a candid shot of Darcy on the first day of orientation. Y/N was the class’ designated photographer and she used the borrowed camera for her photography hobby, before Steve gave her one.

“Yeah, this always puts me in an amazing mood. Remembering our college life, such fun times. I didn’t realize I had a family.”

The four of them look at her in adoration. It is the Y/N that everyone admires, loves and cares about. And it’s good to be back together again, the five of them now with Sharon.

Now it’s her turn to look at the four of them, feeling the joy of nostalgia, and there it is again, a sharp sting that hurts, that only happens every time she sees him. The man that she fell in love with— too late to realize, now that he’s finally happy with someone else.

And then, she thought maybe, just maybe, she could be selfish for once.

A/N: A new series! This one is definitely more fluff with feeling of nostalgia. I wrote a lot of dribbles about my college life, thus I thought it would be great to write story related to it. Hope this story gives you comfort! <3

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THIS HOUSE HAD SWING IN IT - Before

Two

gen summary: Following the events of the Battle of Earth, Bucky is graciously pardoned and decides it's best to return back to his roots. Shelbyville, Indiana, to be exact. Recovering from his time in Wakanda, his brutal past, and the loss of his best friend, Bucky tries his hardest to finally find peace. In his attempts, you come along and change everything.

chapter summary: Homecoming. Undeserving. Hospitality. Alpine.

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

a/n: this has been my pride n joy for six or seven months now, having been spurred when i finished reading vacant mirrors (not inspired by it, tho!) I have so many ideas for this series(?) but for now, enjoy these first couple installments while i gather my bearings and get tower fic figured out. happy new years, cheers to 2022 and some good writing ahead :)

cover art: original art from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #1 by Derek Landy & illustrated by Federico Vincentini | edited by me via photoshop

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This House: The Swing Collection

This House Had Swing In It

disclaimer: the only places you'll find this fic, and my writing, will be my blog and my AO3. =)

When the news that the Winter Soldier was moving to Shelbyville broke, there was a small, sympathetic effort to help him out. People and veterans alike came out of the woodwork with a ‘no questions asked’ type of spirit. Some contacted realtors, a few got ahold of the VA, and others familiar with the Soldier’s history tracked down whatever was left of him from his time before the war.

Records were found, showing valuables and belongings had been split up between one James Buchanan Barnes and his three sisters once their mother passed. All those years, and it was all found shoved deep within an abandoned, and fortunately, overlooked storage unit that was then obtained by the local American Legion post. A dining room set, his father’s medals and folded flag, photo albums, records, a vintage three-way media cabinet, even his mother’s wedding ring.

Partnered with the good ol’ boys over at the VA— and maybe a little help from Sam Wilson and his convenient political leverage— the American Legion ever-so-kindly decorated the house purchased for Sergeant Barnes by the government. They had it furnished, painted, cleaned, the works.

They even gifted Bucky a brand-new Indian motorcycle, one which he incessantly protested accepting because he didn’t deserve it.

It had taken a week of reassurance from Sam that Bucky did deserve a decent mode of transportation. His decision might have even been influenced by the threat that Sam himself would fly him everywhere if that’s what he wanted.

However, something equally good did come out of moving back to Indiana.

Before he had settled in his first night in town, one of the Korean War Veterans approached his doorstep, a small ball of white fur wrapped in a blanket held tightly in his arms. A box containing a bag of food, two bowls, and a printout of medical information sat at the man’s feet when Bucky answered the door.

“Forgot this gal,” the man said as he offered it to Bucky, who took and delicately cradled the blanket in his arms. A white mound of fur stirred; out popped a small, whiskered face with two bright blue eyes and a pink nose. She yawned, purred softly, and settled back into her sleep.

Bucky stared at her in awe.

“One of my wife’s strays had a litter. Thought you’d want some company since you don’t have a gal,” the Vet quipped and coughed into his sleeve. “All her shots are up t’date, spay’s taken care of, too, when she’s older. All ya gotta do is name ‘er.”

In a daze, Bucky thanked the man and stepped back into his house, his living room. He cradled the kitten for what seemed like forever, debating what he would name her. He pondered for a good day or two when he finally settled on the perfect name.

Alpine.

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Beautiful Pain (3)

Chapter Three- Found You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: Post-Blip, you started to feel lost when most of the Avengers team are gone. Coping with your loss, you still find hope in the connection with your remaining friends. However, it is not easy as everyone is trying to figure their lives after the Blip.

Having a long history with Bucky ever since you both saved each other from Hydra, you were still glad you had Bucky after all this time. However, as you try to give Bucky space to find himself after being pardoned for his past, you start to wonder if you should ever cross the line of friendship before it’s too late.

That thought might have to be put on hold though, when you, Sam and Bucky find yourselves having to deal with threats that continue to rise in a post-Blip world.

Chapter synopsis: The three of you decide to take matters into your own hands which lead to the most unexpected alliance.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Hey everyone! This chapter covers the second half of episode 2 and the beginning of ep 3. Subtle hints of Bucky x reader here and there, but more importantly I want to cover how the reader plays into the dynamics of relationships in the series.

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Next: Chapter Four

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The three of you changed back to more comfortable clothes before meeting up to find the man that Bucky wanted you and Sam to meet.

Walking on the streets of a neighbour in Baltimore, you were curious to know who the mysterious man was. As Bucky continued to lead the way, a kid on the street called out to Sam calling him the Black Falcon.

You beamed widely at the innocence of the kid who was excited to see a hero he had known. Sam went on to correct the kid and ended up engaging in funny banter with the kid.

You couldn’t help but grin at how effortless Sam was with people. He was different from Steve but you knew that Sam embodied his spirit with his own character. He would be such as good captain in your heart.

Soon, the three of you arrived at the house and Bucky went to knock on the door. When someone came to answer the door, you tried to put on your friendliest face to greet them.

Bucky asked for someone named Isaiah to which the young boy in front of you claimed that there was no one of that name.

Bucky didn’t give up and continue pressing on, claiming that you all just wanted to talk. It wasn’t very obvious but you could tell the boy was starting to get defensive and reiterated his point.

He was hiding something and didn’t want the three of you to inquire further. As a last resort, Bucky asked the boy to pass on a message that he was sure to able to reach out to the person you were supposed to meet.

The boy told us to wait while he closed the door. Sam questioned about how Bucky had met this person to which he replied that they met back during the Korean war. If your calculations, that was almost 70 years ago which only meant this person must at least be in his nineties.

Your deduction was confirmed when you were all let into the house and you came face to face with an aged man. The man looked less than friendly and was looking over the three of you with a hardened expression.

Gingerly walking closer, you saw how the man known as Isaiah looked fit for someone of his age. Bucky started off by introducing both you and Sam to Isaiah and vice versa. You tried to put on a polite smile despite the tense atmosphere.

Bucky went on to explain how Isaiah was a hero and was once feared most by HYDRA, just like how Steve was and that they met in 1951.

Isaiah took over the conversation and that was when you learnt that Isaiah was with the U.S military and they had sent him to go after Bucky when he was still the Winter Soldier. You could the small smile forming as he retold of how he managed to take out Bucky’s metal arm in Goyang.

You thought that Isaiah was starting to warm up but as he continued speaking, you knew he was still reserved.

“I’m not a killer anymore,” Bucky emphasized to Isaiah but the aged man wasn’t pleased.

“You think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be? It doesn’t work like that. Well, maybe it does for folks like you.” Isaiah responded as he stared back straight into Bucky’s eyes.

Bucky took a deep breath to steady himself before continuing on. He explained the situation that there were possibly more super soldiers like him and Isaiah. When you heard that, your eyes widened in shock at the revelation.

“I’m not going to talk about it anymore.” Isaiah was seething with anger and threw a metal box into the wall. The non-blunt object that impaled into the wooden wall only serves to exemplify how Isaiah was enhanced like Steve and Bucky.

You winced at his action and looked over to see the young boy who you presumed to be Isaiah’s grandson looking down in silence.

Isaiah stepped closer towards Bucky and spoke once more. This time, instead of lashing out, his voice was shaking.

“You know what they did to me for being a hero?” Isaiah paused shortly before speaking his next sentence. “They put my ass in jail for 30 years.”

Once you heard his words, you immediately looked down with indescribable emotions. Isaiah continue to tell of how he was treated like nothing more than an object, having people run tests on him, taking his blood and going into his cells.

“Even your people weren’t done with me.” Isaiah directed his words at Bucky once more.

Sam tried to calm Isaiah down but the man was livid. He shouted for all three of you to leave his home and everyone retreated without a question. As Sam and Bucky filed out of the door, you turned your back to throw a last look at Isaiah who was still fuming silently.

You gave a slight bow to show a sign of respect and apology.

“A warning, miss.” Surprised to hear Isaiah speak to you directly, you looked up to meet his eyes.

“My grandson spoke of you before. You and I are the same even if we were made differently.”

“What? I don’t understand.” Blinking your eyes in confusion, you waited to hear Isaiah’s explanation.

“I don’t know how you have gotten your abilities. But if you don’t stay low and keep your head down, they will come for you and do the same things to you that they did to me.” You took a sharp intake of breath at Isaiah’s warning. It only heightened the fears you already had, making it more real.

You thanked Isaiah quietly before making a move to catch up with your friends. When you reached the steps, Bucky and Sam were already walking ahead of you.

You proceeded to follow them before glancing back to see Isaiah’s grandson giving you a nod of acknowledgement before he closed the door. You could already the argument as Sam confronted Bucky on why he only let you two know about Isaiah only now.

Sam continued to question why there was a Black super soldier decades ago and why nobody knew about it?

“Guys, let’s not do this here-” You tried to intervene when you noticed a police car driving around the corner to where you all were.

The car stopped at where you all stood and the officers stepped out to inquire about what was going on. Sam replied that everyone was just talking and it was nothing to worry about. When the officers started asking for identification, Sam remarked that he didn’t have any.

Bucky tried to pacify the officers who insisted to engage in the situation. It was not a pleasant exchange of words as it seemed like it was going nowhere with the officers trying to probe and Sam trying to deflect.

“There’s nothing going on. We are all just friends talking things out.” You tried to give a brief but succinct explanation to get the officers to back off.

The officer clearly ignored your words before continuing to ask Bucky if Sam was bothering him. Bucky had it and went ahead to ask if the officer actually knew who Sam was.

Another officer came up to whisper into his partner’s ear and you could hear him telling him of your identities. The officer quickly retracted his initial behaviour and apologised to Sam.

“Mam.” You see the officer now acknowledging your presence only when he knew of your title.

You just grimly stared back in response before looking around to see that you have gained the attention of onlookers in the neighbourhood. The officers went back to the vehicle while Bucky continued from where you all left off on the conversation.

Bucky explained that he didn’t let anyone know about Isaiah since the man had been through so much. You had to agree on his reasoning and you knew Sam did too.

The officer came out again to let Bucky know that there was a warrant out for his arrest.

“Look, the president pardoned him for all that,” Sam interjected but the officer claimed it was not for that reason. Instead, Bucky had missed his court-mandated therapy and that was akin to missing a check-in with a parole officer.

He apologised before having to call for Bucky’s arrest. As Bucky walked over to the car, the officer took out the handcuffs. That set you off as you marched forward.

“Hey, don’t treat him like a criminal. He’s not going to do anything.” You tried intervening to which the officers telling you that it was standard protocol.

“Don’t worry, doll. It’s fine.” Bucky gave you a brief smile before getting into the back of the car. He gave Sam a last look before giving you one that tried to reassure you once more. As the police car drove off, Sam approached you and you two made your way to the police station together.

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Once you arrived at the station, you sat with Sam as you waited for Bucky’s release. From the corner of your eye, you could see Dr Raynor, Bucky’s therapist coming to approach the two of you.

“Sam, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Dr Raynor extended a hand to Sam before continuing to introduce herself. As you met eyes with her next, she moved her hand to you and you returned the gesture.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N.”

“Likewise, doctor”. You exchanged pleasantries with her before Sam gave his thanks to her for getting Bucky out. Dr Raynor denied the credits for it and the two of you exchanged a confused look before you heard a familiar voice.

“Christina!”

You and Sam managed to mirror the exact same expression before he inquired how Dr Raynor knew John Walker. Apparently, they worked together back in their military days.

What a small world.

With a smug look, John claimed that Bucky would not need to follow a strict schedule which raised your brows in question. Dr Raynor asked whose authorization was this on to which John pointed to himself with a pleased smile.

You wished you could wipe it off his face.

“He’s too valuable of an asset to be tied up. Just do whatever you go to do with him, then send him off to me.” That word was a trigger for you. Knowing Bucky’s past and how that word only reduced him to some sort of objectification. You couldn’t help the need to say your piece to him.

“Don’t talk about him like that.” You shot back to Walker and he gave you a quizzed look. “Like what?”

“Like his only value boils down to how well he can fight for your task force. You talk about him like he’s some object for your use when he’s a person.” You tried defending Bucky’s honour.

Sensing your enmity, John raised two hands to show that he meant no harm.

“A little bit too much here, Y/N. You’re his girlfriend or something?” John’s casual remark took you aback especially for what he implied in the second sentence. A sudden sense of shyness overcame you as you did not what to say in response.

You struggled for the right words to say and looked over to Sam who gave you an inquisitive look before you saw Bucky coming out. You made no indication to give John Walker an answer as you made your way towards your friend.

You could hear John saying that he had unfinished business with Bucky, Sam and you before indicating he will be waiting outside.

“Hey, you okay?” You spoke softly to Bucky who nodded in response. “They didn’t do anything to you, right?” You added on. Your worry for Bucky only made him grinned at how you were so concerned over him.

Bucky placed his hand at the back of your head and stroked your hair to calm you down.

“I’m fine. Really.” Bucky tried to convince you as you pouted. His hand mover over to your cheeks as he went on to hold your face gently. Bucky gave you a small pinch on your cheeks to tease how you could look cute while being worried at the same time.

“James, condition of your release, a session now. You too, Sam.” Dr Raynor instructed. Sam tried to excuse himself but Dr Raynor was not having it, saying it wasn’t a request. As she looked over at you, she gave you a reassuring smile.

“Would just need these two boys. You’re fine, dear.” Nodding politely to her, you tried to tell the boys to behave with a faked stern expression as they turned back to give you the last look before they walked off with Dr Raynor.

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Turned out the session didn’t really go well when you saw both men walked out with hardened expressions on their faces. As the three of you stepped out of the precinct, you saw a flash of red and blue lights accompanied by the sound of a siren.

You looked over to see John and Lemar leaning against a police car and reluctantly approached them.

John once again tried to propose that it was better to work together. Sam considered it for a moment and decided to inquire further. Apparently, the leader of the Flag Smashers is Karli Morgenthau. Civilians have been helping this group to hide safely from the authorities and move to new locations discreetly.

Her rough location was predicted to be in displaced communities across central and eastern Europe. Bucky being the cynic he was towards John Walker tried to get John Walker to give an exact location.

The two of them gave heated exchanges before Bucky decided to taunt John Walker. You could see the latter’s patience wearing thin. He was trying to be patient and nice with all of you all this while but you were all hard on him.

You almost started to feel a little bad.

Sam stepped in before it felt like things were going to escalate and reiterated the most important point- which was that the Flag Smashers had to be stopped at all costs.

They were too dangerous to be roaming out freely on their own. Shoot, it sounded hypocritical coming from you when you were experiencing the same thing. They weren’t killing anyone, they were just trying to deliver medicines and vaccines to vulnerable communities.

Was that really a bad thing? You thought.

You turned your attention back to the conversation and picked up from how Sam said that it was better that you all were separately from John and Lemar. After all, you were all free agents versus them working under an establishment.

It would be challenging for you three to have to conform and work with stipulated regulations and authorizations. That was your cue to walk away but John spoke up once again, stopping you in your tracks.

“A word of advice then. Stay the hell out of my way.” It sounded more like a threat than advice.

“Y/N, last chance. The offer still stands.” John Walker shoots his last shot towards you. You peered over to see Bucky and Sam staring at you intently.

You shook your head before you spoke. “Sorry, I’m with my boys till the end.”

“You will regret it.” John tried to make you feel bad but you knew it wouldn’t work on you.

“We’ll see, Walker.” You just threw a smirk and a mock salute his way before turning back.

Sam clapped you on the back and rested his hands on your shoulder as you all walked off. Bucky placed his arms around your waist and gave you a gentle pat on your side.

For once, they were on the page on something and that was being proud of you.

As the three of you contemplated on what to do next, Bucky insinuated something in his words. Sam knew what he was implying immediately tried to refute the idea.

When the gears started shifted in your brain, you grabbed onto Bucky’s arms to stop him in his tracks. You shook your head before the words even came out.

Letting out a sigh, he tried to talk reason to you. “Doll, you know he is the only one to know all of HYDRA’s secrets. Don’t you remember Siberia?”

“Yes, which exactly why it is a bad idea! Do you remember what he did to you back then? To us? He’s scheming and manipulative, you can’t trust him.” You argued back.

“Y/N, he has a point if we want a start.” Sam chimed in to convince you. You begrudgingly gave in as Sam continued.

“So you’re just going to go up and sit in a room with this guy?” Bucky gave a hesitant yes.

Sam gave it a few more thoughts before affirming that it’s time to pay Zemo a visit.

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The trip to pay Zemo a visit required you to pack up and head over to Germany. Standing outside the prison, your gut still told you that this was a bad idea.

Who knows if Zemo might try to get into Bucky’s head again?

Once you were led through the corridors nearing Zemo’s cell, the officer left you, Sam and Bucky. “I’m going in alone,” Bucky stated citing that considering Sam and you were both technically associated with the Avengers.

Sam refuted his reason as Zemo was still viewed as dangerous, given that a man like him could have broken up the Avengers.

Bucky emphasized that Zemo was obsessed with HYDRA and they had a history together. Your rolled your eyes at the comment and still showed your disapproval.

“Trust me, I got it.” He told Sam before looking back at you. Bucky knew you had reasonable doubts but he had to do this on his own. He placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressed it affectionately for a short moment before letting go and walking off.

As you waited outside with Sam, the two of you kept quiet for a minute before Sam spoke up first.

“You know, I’m not the biggest fan of cyborg in there but he’s really lucky to have you.” Looking over to Sam who gave you an endearing gaze like a big brother would, you muttered a quiet thanks, not knowing what else to say.

“Tell me, how do you stand that grumpy old ass? Seems like he’s not a great company with his brooding all day.” Sam tried to quip to make the conversation light-hearted. You chuckled at hearing his usual snide remarks about Bucky and then took a moment to think about his question.

“He does not brood all day. You just need to know how to make him smile and laugh.” You answered thoughtfully, unbeknown to you Sam was quietly observing the expression on your face.

Your bashful grin did not go unnoticed by him but you didn’t know you were even making such an expression when you continued to talk about Bucky.

“Bucky is a cynic at times, but he’s such a softie. You know he always has lunch with his 70-year-old neighbour on Wednesday to keep him company. The man’s son passed away many years ago and he had no one left. Bucky is the only one he interacts with on most days. ” You painted a different side of Bucky, one that you were familiar with and you hope Sam could learn to know.

“After all he’s been through, I believe Bucky can overcome anything that comes his way. I hope that I can help to find himself and find peace with himself again. He deserves to be happy.” You got so engrossed in singing Bucky’s praises that you didn’t notice Sam observing you with a gleeful look.

When you realised that you have been rambling, you paused yourself to look over to see Sam with a weird expression.

“What?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Besides Steve, I can’t see anyone who likes him as much as you do.” His words got you flustered as you felt him implying it in a different meaning.

“Well, as friends of course-” You tried to correct the context before he stopped you from finishing your sentence.

“Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that, sis.” Sam placed his arms around your neck and ruffled your hair playfully.

“Hey!” You countered back playfully before the two of you continued to play around light-heartedly.

Your lively banter reminded you of the lighter moments from your Avenger days with your friends and you suddenly paused in our actions to give Sam a hug.

“I missed you, Sam.” Before you knew it, the tears started welling up as you started to think about old friends.

Sam returned the hug and he knew by your words what you had meant. Before Wanda, you were the youngest in the team and everyone doted on you like a baby. Even with new additions to the team, everyone still regarded you as a darling. Losing half of the team in the fight with Thanos would have the most impact on you.

Looking down at you quietly sobbing in his arms, Sam thought that even though he had seen you grown up over the years, you were always still the little sister figure in the team.

Even though you were given such extraordinary abilities and viewed as a powerful fighter, he thought that you were no different from any ordinary woman trying to live her best life.

You once confided in him that you hoped to quickly retire from fighting and live a life that would truly make you happy. The guilt started seeping in as he knew he had unknowingly dragged you back to another fight.

Once this was all over, he hoped that you can be free to live that life you wanted.

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Once the visit was over, Bucky led you and Sam to a garage. He suggested the idea of breaking Zemo out of jail and both of you immediately threw up arms.

Sam thought Bucky lost his mind and you did too. Sam started listing off the reasons why getting Zemo out was a bad idea and you added in your piece. Bucky still seemed to be insistent on the idea and you literally grabbed your head in frustration.

When Bucky tried to reason and come up with a hypothetical, you already knew he was up to no good. Bucky continued talking about how a plan could be formulated to break Zemo and it sounded way too well thought out.

Sam felt uneasy just like you and exclaimed to ask Bucky where exactly you all were. When Bucky didn’t answer, Sam already turned his head to see movement from across everyone. You turned your head too to see someone entering the scene and you had a hunch you knew who it was and that you weren’t going to like it.

As Zemo stepped forward in prison warden’s uniform, you were stunned for words but more importantly, you were outraged.

“Bucky! I can’t believe you-” You exclaimed.

“Doll, let me explain.” He tried to pacify you.

“I didn’t want to tell you two because I knew you two wouldn’t let this happen.” Bucky tried to justify his actions and held Sam back from moving onto Zemo.

“You’re going back to prison.” Sam directed at Zemo before turning back to Bucky.

Zemo, for the first time, tried to speak up in the chaos.

“If I may-”

“NO!” Sam and Bucky shut him down immediately. You skipped ahead to go up to the man and grabbed him by the collars. Your hands were threatening to light up with your bright energy flames and Zemo showed a fearful look beside his usual demeanour.

“You’re gonna get it from me, you punk!” Your teeth clenched as the words came out and Zemo held his hands up in surrender.

“Apologies, miss. I mean no harm.” You felt Bucky holding you back and untangling your fingers from Zemo’s collars.

“Y/N, please listen to me first.” You unwillingly gave in once you saw Bucky give you a puppy-eyed pleading look. You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists before giving him a look that said you were willing to listen.

Bucky looked over to you and Sam, trying to appeal for your co-operation. “The two of you backed Steve when he refused to sign the Sokovia Accords. You both broke the law and stuck your neck out for me. I’m asking you to do it for me again, please.”

“I really think I’m invaluable-” Zemo tried to appeal himself but he was met with Sam’s telling of him to shut up. You turned to glare at Zemo and he backed off once more.

You and Sam looked at each other, subsequently both coming to agree on the plan. Sam then turned to Zemo and warned him to play any games. Zemo was not to even move without permission and he agreed that it was fair.

You later learnt that you were in Zemo’s personal garage and while you were amazed by his car collections, you made sure to not get distracted while you were around the man.

Zemo made clear that his intentions were to end the Winter Soldier program and thus your goals were aligned in stopping the Flag Smashers. He was even confident in knowing where to start as he gathered up his things and continued to lead the way.

You still couldn’t believe that you had to work with the man that framed Bucky and caused the lives of many innocent people to be taken away.

You could never trust him entirely and you made sure that if it counts down to the worst-case scenario, you would be willing to go further than you usually did in handling people like him.

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Chapter Eight

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Kind of angsty.

Word Count: 2053

A/N: That’s all of the old chapters updated now so I’ll offically be starting work on the rest of the series this week. Taglist is OPEN. Feedback is appreciated!

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The ring on your finger felt heavy as you stood next to Bucky, his arm in it’s usual spot around your waist, in front of your friends and his family. It had been his idea to throw an engagement party. Your stomach was churning and you felt sick, your brain was spinning with worry at how everyone was going to react. You take a sip of wine, to steel your nerves, as Bucky calls attention to the both of you. “Whilst we were away a few weeks ago, I asked the beautiful woman next to me a very important question” he starts and you can hear everyone in the room murmuring between themselves. “I asked her to marry me,” he continues and reaches for your hand, flashing the ring to everyone in the room. They all erupt into cheers, whilst Nat and Wanda rush forward from the crowd to gush over the ring and congratulate you - surprised you had been successful in hiding it from them for so long. For some reason, it does nothing to quell the nauseous feeling in your stomach. You swallow the lump in your throat and put a smile on your face,joining in with the celebrations.

“Is everything okay, doll?” Bucky asks later when Johnathan is driving you back to the apartment. You nod, rubbing your forehead. “Mhmm, I’m just feeling a little under the weather. I think it’s the stress from work,” you tell him, giving him a tense smile. It’s true that work had been much more stressful for you since Bucky had moved things around and created a new division, which you were now in charge of. You now worked with graduates of Stark’s business program who were looking for internships or permanent employment. “Why don’t you take the rest of the week off? I can get someone to cover for you,” he suggests and you shake him off with a wave of your hand, shutting down the conversation immediately. “I’ll have Elizabeth make you some chamomile tea when we get in, does that sound good?” Bucky says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You just nod in reply, your eyes dropping with exhaustion. Maybe you were working yourself too hard, but you weren’t going to slow down or take a break. You had heard some of the female staff whispering about you and how you had only gotten your promotion cause you were, quote unquote, fucking the boss and you were determined to prove them wrong.

The next week, you’re not feeling much better but try your best to ignore the nauseous feeling that seems to constantly be swirling in your stomach. You also spend a lot of your time trying to ignore the growing concern in Bucky’s eyes. He was worried about you and pushing for you to take a break which had resulted in a few arguments that you were sure the whole office had heard. You walked into your office - you no longer shared with Bucky, and at the moment, you were grateful for the space from- to find him standing at your desk. “Let’s not rehash the argument from earlier, James, please” you say to him softly, walking over to your desk and dropping a stack of files on it. “I’m not here to argue” he says holding his hands up in mock surrender.”You have a phone call in my office, they said it’s urgent” he says, concern spread across his face. You gesture for him to lead the way and follow him to his office.You immediately saunter over to his desk when you get there and pick up the office phone, “Y/F/N Y/L/N speaking.” Your blood runs cold at the voice on the end of the line. It’s your mother. “Y/N, darling! I just heard the wonderful news. You’re marrying James Barnes!” She gushes down the phone at you. You clench your jaw, willing away the tears that threatened to well in your eyes. It feels as if all your old wounds of rejection are reopening knowing that she hadn’t called to ask how you’d been doing the last few years or how proud she was of the career you’d made for yourself. “Yes, mother. I’m marrying James Barnes. Thank you for your congratulations but I have to go” you say, slamming the phone down on her. As you do , you briefly hear her shout “Wait, Y/N. We need to talk about your father. He’s…” As soon as the phone is placed back onto the receiver you let out a strangled cry. Bucky rushes over to you, enveloping you in a hug. You hug him back and sob into his chest for a moment,before suddenly pushing him away and reaching for the office bin. Bucky rubs your back and utters soothing words to you as you throw up. He hands you a tissue once you stop vomiting and you wipe your mouth.”I know. I’ll have Johnathan come and pick me up” yousay, putting a hand up to stop him as he opens his mouth to speak. You turn on your heels to leave his office before turning back to look at him. He’s sitting at his desk now, typing away at the computer. “Bucky” you say,getting his attention. He looks up at you, a soft smile on his face. “I’m sorry” you whisper, wrapping one arm around your waist and wiping away tears with your free hand. “Sorry for what, doll?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed. He knew you’d been under a lot of stress lately and that blaming you wasn’t going to fix anything. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting lately” you admit. You knew you hadn’t been fair to him recently and had been shutting him out a little. “Don’t worry about it. I know things have been hard lately, for the both of us. Now...get yourself home and get some rest,okay?” You nod and head out of the office, texting Johnathan to pick you up.

Bucky comes home from work a few hours later and finds you hanging on to the toilet bowl for dear life,tears streaming down your face.”Y/N!” he gasps out and runs towards you, kneeling down. “What’s wrong?” he asks, the panic in his voice evident. He grabs hold of your face, his eyes raking over you at a rapid pace. “Bucky” you croak out, your voice raw from having thrown up several more times since you had gotten home.”Please don’t be mad” you whisper and his eyebrows furrow. “I think...I think I’m pregnant” you whisper and start crying again. “We haven’t exactly been careful about protection, Y/N” he chuckles softly, trying to break the tension. “So...you’re not mad” you sniffle and he wipes a stray tear from your cheek.”Why would I be mad?” he says, standing up and taking you with him. You just shrug at him, your gaze cast down to the floor. Bucky hooks a finger underneath your chin and brings your head up to look at him. “I’m not mad. I love you and having a family with you was always going to be on the cards...from the minute you agreed to marry me. It might be a little fast but we’ve never been ones to take our relationship slowly” Bucky’s obvious statement elicits a small chuck from you. “God, you’re so cute...even when you’re sick” he says before kissing your forehead and leading you to bed.

Bucky makes an appointment with the doctors for you and the next morning, you find yourself sitting in a waiting room with crisp white walls and dark furniture. You’re waiting for the results of the test that had been administered to you when you first arrived. There’s a clock on the wall ticking loudly and it makes your head pound and your stomach twist with anxiety. Bucky is sitting next to you and he reaches over to squeeze your hand.”Hey, it’ll be fine” he whispers soothingly. A few minutes later, a Korean woman dressed smartly with a lab coat thrown over her clothes enters the room.”Y/F/N Y/L/N?” she says and you and Bucky stand up slowly. “Come on in,” she ushers you through a door and into an office that’s decorated similarly to the waiting room with an examination table in the far right corner and a large desk in the middle of the room with a silver name plaque front and center, ‘Dr Helen Cho’. She takes a seat at the desk and gestures for you and Bucky to sit down. The room is tense with silence for a moment whilst Doctor Cho sifts through the papers on her desk. You glance at Bucky and he softly squeezes your hand and mouths ‘It’s gonna be okay. I love you’.

“The pregnancy test result came back negative” Doctor Cho says, offering you a gentle smile. “Your blood pressure is a little higher than normal which leads me to believe you’re experiencing stress induced vomiting. Our next step is looking at the lifestyle changes we can make to reduce your stress levels and I would…” Doctor Cho’s voice seems to slowly slip away as you try to process that you’re not pregnant. You try to sort through the emotions you’re feeling and the one that strikes you is your disappointment. You’d truly been prepared to hear that you were pregnant. “Thank you, Helen” Bucky’s voice interrupts your internal monologue. “We’ll make the changes you suggested immediately.” Bucky stands up and offers his hand to you. You take it and he helps you up from your chair. Everything around you is hazy as he walks you out of the office and back to the car.

You don’t say much the whole car ride home. In fact, you’re silent for most of the night, trapped in a daze. You can’t stop thinking about how disappointed you are. You’d never given any thought to having children before Bucky and now all you could imagine was getting married and settling down in a nice big house with the sound of children's feet running across the floor.

You’re lying in bed facing away from the door when Bucky comes to bed. He gently slips in next to you and wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer. “Hey…” he softly whispers to you and it breaks your resolve and the flood gates open. Bucky holds you as you cry. He doesn’t say anything, he just smoothes his hand up and down your back. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying. We weren’t exactly planning on starting our family.” You say once you stop crying.You turn over to face him in the darkness and he moves to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “We could be,” Bucky whispers.”If you'd like to, we could start trying.” he continues as he wipes the remaining tears from your eyes. He leaves his hand on your cheek and you snuggle your face into it, pressing a kiss to his palm. “You’d want that?” you ask, unsure if this is what he truly wants or if he’s just trying to placate you. “With you? One hundred perfect. From the moment I saw you, I thought maybe you could be the one I finally find happiness with” he states firmly then kisses your forehead. “Okay, then we’ll start trying.” The affirmation is all Bucky needs before he’s pulling you on top of him and kissing you hard. “I don’t think Doctor Cho had this in mind when she said I had to relax” you say in between laughs. “It’s a scientific fact that an orgasm is a great way to release stress” Bucky cheekily answers you. You laugh and lean down to kiss him. You kiss each other lazily for a few moments before Bucky flips you over so he’s hovering above you. “We could start trying right this minute” he says as he kisses your neck. You laugh at him again until he kisses the spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy, and then you’re sighing in pleasure.

As Bucky makes love to you, a smile graces your face and you think about your future together.

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hey! could you maybe do like a pt. 2 to your fic recommendations? ( i read the spider-man one you recommended and it was sooo good )

anyways, it totally fine if you don’t do this!!

have a good day/night!!! <333

Ohhh, I'm glad you liked the Spider-Man one! It inspired me to write my own Spider-Man fic, too.

Anyway, for this list, it's a bit raunchy compared to the rest. I really can't choose one, so I'll name the authors so you can go through their works :)

@blushinggray/hokshi in ao3. She's literally my introduction to smut reader-inserts of Haikyuu, and all of her works are so well-written. She always writes for Free! which I absolutely refuse to watch (bc too much fanservice), but are just are well-written as her Haikyuu!! ones. I'm always excited to read her works because of the gratification (if ya know what i mean huehehehe)

@sabbywrites (same username in ao3) is also one of my introductions to Haikyuu smut reader-inserts. She's always having fun with her writing, especially set in different settings depending on the chapter. She wrote a Hinata fic (during the Time Skip) and I was a bit scandalized, because he'll always be a baby to me, but came around thanks to her writing. She has amazing one shots you can read, too!

@peachofwork/momothesweet/momothespicy in ao3. Depending on your taste, she can be sweet with her fics, that'll make your teeth rot. Or, she can be really spicy with her works that it'll sting pleasantly for days.

@melremade (same username in ao3). I think the first fic I read of hers was her Urahara x Reader? Her stories tend to be deep, bittersweet, but overall satisfying especially in the end. She also writes smut and it's at a level that you can just feel the love and raunchiness between it.

@lowcarbzeros (same username in ao3). Sadly, I think she's on indefinite hiatus, but she has a series titled 'we created a small thing' that's reader-insert with my OG Haikyuu husbando - Kuroo Tetsurou. There's always a shred of reality in her writing - given that the setting is university, talks on homosexuality and family drama, but has a twinge of love in the all. Other than that, you can also check her Akaashi fic, about two couples combatting the system on the idea of marriage and being together.

@brooklyn-boy for your MCU pleasure, go check out her works! I really cannot choose just one, because it feels like a disservice to the rest of her amazing works.

@tropicalcap , too, has some really amazing MCU x reader, especially for the star spangled man, because she's a major hoe for him (lololol). But, just like the previous author, they write so well that I'm always craving for more.

Here are some fics/series I'd recommend:

Foolish Game by tetsi. (Hana Yori Dango, Yuki Matsuoka x Soujiro Nishikado) I had a Hana Yori Dango phase, especially because I really adored Yuki x Soujiro, especially their Korean counterparts, and this was a wonderful find. The angst was so deep, as was the pain, and the exploration of the depth of the feelings these two had for each other but was just buried away because of their feelings of inadequacy and guilt.

Relationship Tutor by @samingtonwilson (Marvel, Bucky Barnes x Reader) This was such a fun read from start to finish! There's so much intricacies and inside jokes with the characters, not to mention the fun banter!, that'll make you feel that you're really a part of it, especially with the joys of being an idiot in love.

Pseudo Princes by @shreddedparchment (Marvel, Steve Rogers x Reader) THIS has angst written all over it. It's littered with tropes, there are lots of familiar MCU faces, but the angst just really *chef's kiss* I am yet to actually finish it, but I remembered the anguish I felt, the satisfaction that came after- just, it's so good you'll have to read to know exactly what I mean.

Back to Us by WordRunner (Fifty Shades of Grey, Christian Grey x Anastasia Steele) Please don't judge, I had a phase. Plus, it didn't help that I finished the trilogy in high school in three days. But anyway, this was a refreshing take on Ana's character, on marriage, and the damages that cheating can really do to a person.

Infernal Ice by Arendelle Frost. (Frozen x Rise of the Gaurdians, Elsa x Jack Frost) I had a phase, okay? And this was...ugh, my heart. It's riddled with lore and pure love between the two characters and their child. Of course, those things come at a price.

A Liar's Truth by internetpistol (Haikyuu!!, Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya Atsumu) This fic really made me cry, because it tackles very important topics and the way it was handled felt like I was there. It's just so raw and pure, but a delight to read and experience.

#alicemitch09 answers #fic recommendation

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halfwaythereroyalwrites · 4 years

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Self-Care (Bucky Barnes x Reader Kilig One-Shot)

GIF Credit: I’m not sure, but it’s definitely not mine. Let me know if you know whose this is!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: PG. A fluffy story of trying to get Bucky to relax. Mild flirtation. Possible secondhand embarrassment

Word Count: 2,247 words

A/N: I always planned on doing one-shots for the Kilig series, and I got inspiration for this last night and wrote this so fast because I didn’t want the idea to leave me. This is the first time I’ve ever written in second person because I want my stories to be more inclusive. Feel free to message me with any comments or if would like to be added to my taglist. Enjoy!

A/N Part 2: Takes place in an AU where everyone is living happily at Stark headquarters 😁

Kilig is a Tagalog word to describe the feeling of excitement and exhilaration and possibly embarrassment from anything remotely romantic.

Masterlist

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It finally came!

You had come in to Avengers Headquarters carrying several packages in your arms, shuffling excitedly into the living room before plopping down on the floor and spreading out the various boxes. You let out a squeal of excitement before getting to work on opening one of the boxes. This proved to be a tougher task than you thought, however, because the tape bunched into one thick strip when you tried to rip it off with your hand. You let out a groan of frustration before stomping over to the kitchen where Bucky had been watching you, confused.

“Oh hey, Bucky! I didn’t even see you there,” You greeted him absentmindedly. Your mind was occupied shuffling through the kitchen drawers, trying to find the scissors.

“Hey, doll. What’re you looking for?” Bucky asked, eyes following your hurried movements in the kitchen.

“The scissors! Why are they never where they’re supposed to be?!”

“Oh sorry. I used it earlier,” he apologized. Bucky grabbed the scissors out of the drying rack by the sink and handed them to you, sharp point pointed towards him.

“Oh great! Thanks Bucky!” You shuffled back to the living room and got to work opening your packages and sorting out the contents. Opening the boxes was like Christmas come early for you! Except you had paid for all your presents. With your own money. But still. You heard Bucky settle onto the couch behind you, observing your glee over sorting out the colorful products into ten neat piles on the coffee table.

“Did you buy out an entire store? What is all this?” Bucky grabbed a colorful foil package off the coffee table and read its label.

“These, my dear Bucky, are my Korean skincare products. ” You turned your torso to face him. His brows were furrowed trying to make sense of the ingredients list, wondering why snail mucin was an essential ingredient. “I ran out of a bunch of my skincare stuff, and it took a while for the packages to arrive.”

“…there’s like 30 things here.”

“Yeah isn’t it exciting?!” You clapped your hands and took the mask out of his hands, placing it in its designated pile.

“I guess,” he answered. I turned back around to see his face still ridden with confusion at the amount of skincare products sitting on the table.

“Bucky, what do you use to wash your face?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Soap. Water.” You scanned his face for any signs of blemishes, but his skin looked impossibly perfect. No signs of acne. No dark spots. No redness. The bastard.

“Typical,” you rolled your eyes. “Men do so little and yet their skin stays perfect, but god forbid I eat cake or else my skin loses its shit” you muttered. Bucky chuckled from behind at your annoyance.

“I bet you look perfect without all this, doll.” Bucky remarked, trying to ease your frustration. Your cheeks heated up slightly from the casual compliment. You sorted out the last of the products before turning to face him again.

“It’s not about looking perfect, Bucky. It’s about self-care. I find ‘all this’ relaxing.” Bucky’s brows furrowed at your words. His eyes went distant — in thought — his gaze thoughtful while staring at the masks. You chose to break the silence after a few moments. “What do you do for self-care, Bucky?”

His mind snapped back to present time with a slight jolt at the sound of his name. He thought about your question for a few seconds before answering, “Boxing. Sparring. Running.”

“That works. Anything that doesn’t involve sweating?” you jokingly asked, trying to lighten Bucky’s brooding mood. He tended to let his mind wander off nowadays, shutting himself down from every thing and every one around him. After years of being surrounded by people who did not have his best interests at heart, Bucky was still adjusting to domestic life filled with people who cared about him. You noticed improvement whenever he was around Sam, Bucky, or Nat. On the other hand, it was taking a while for him to warm up to you and the rest of the team. You have been persistent, however, almost annoying so. You wanted nothing more than for the war-wearied soldier to finally feel comfortable.

Bucky shook his head at your question. “Really? Oh my gosh we have to change that.” You got up and dusted off imaginary dust off your shorts. You watched his confused expression as you held out a hand for him to take.

“What do you mean?” he asked suspiciously.

“You are going to learn about the beautiful world of the ten-step Korean skincare. I promise it’s relaxing. If you don’t like it, we never have to do it again. If you do, well, that means I have a new skincare buddy. Come on.” You shook your hand again, indicating for him to take it. Bucky glanced at your outstretched hand before peering at your eyes. “Trust me.” You whispered softly. He took your hand and rose from the sofa. Your neck craned upward to be able to fully take in his towering figure.

“Alright let’s do this.” You beamed.

Step 1

“The first step is oil cleansing. This gets a bunch of the oils, dirt, and grime off your face. Take a little bit of this balm.” You placed a small amount of the white balm onto his fingertips. You placed the same amount on your fingertips before turning to face the bathroom mirror, watching Bucky in the reflection. The scene in front of you was one to behold. The pair of you were wearing matching cloth headbands to keep the hair out of your face, towels draped around your neck at the ready. At your insistence, Bucky had also tied his hair back in a half-up ponytail. “Now put the balm on your face and rub it all around. Rub it on your neck too.”

You demonstrated the action to Bucky, rubbing the balm onto your cheeks before moving the balm-turned-oil all around your face. Bucky watched you first before slowly doing the same. “How long do we do this for?” Bucky asked, his face contorting as he moved his fingers all around, massaging the oil into his pores.

“Oil cleansing is around a minute.”

“What’s this black stuff?” Bucky looked at his fingers that had a few black rolls on them.

“Oh that’s blackheads! That means you’re doing this very well.” You smiled and continued to massage your face. A hint of a grin made its way onto his lips before he also continued.

Step 2

“Next is water-based cleanser. Take some of this face wash, and lather it onto your face and neck for a minute.”

“This is already taking so long, Y/N. How can you do this every night?”

“I don’t, but we are doing all of it tonight because I want you to take care of yourself. Now lather.”

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky jokingly saluted.

Step 3

“It’s time for exfoliating! Hold out your fingertips.” You took out a small bottle filled with a chemical exfoliant. Bucky held out his right hand toward you, fingers outstretched. You held his fingers together and dripped the dark crimson liquid onto them. “Now spread this all around your face. Avoid your eyes.”

“This looks like blood, doll.”

“It’s not. Come on!” Bucky lightly groaned at you before spreading the red liquid onto his face and neck. He and you locked eyes through the mirror’s reflection. You grinned at his and your red faces. “Ok ten minutes on the clock.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide. “Ten minutes?!”

Step 4, 5, and 6

“Toner, essence, and serum. Take this cotton pad, and squirt some toner onto there. Wipe your whole face.” Bucky followed your instructions, taking special care to avoid his eye area like you have repeatedly advised. You noticed his actions were more careful and calculated when cleansing his face with the toner. Initially, he massaged the cleansing balm onto his face similar to a child smearing paint on walls. As he relaxed into your occasional nighttime routine, you noticed his shoulders relaxing and his genuine interest growing. Small talk flowed freely between the two of you as time went on. He would smile whenever his words elicited laughs out of you, and a warm feeling in your chest would grow in response.

“Alright,” you tossed out your cotton pad. You opened a jar filled with white powder and took a small scoop out. You took Bucky’s hand into yours and placed the powder in the middle of his cupped palm. You took the bottle of essence and shook out a few drops onto the small pile of powder. You took some powder and essence into your palm as well before facing him. “This is vitamin c powder. You mix it in with the essence, and then…” You mixed the powder and liquid together and carefully spread the mixture on to your face. “You tap tap tap it into your face, neck, décolletage, and the back of your hand.” You lightly tapped the essence mixture into your skin, gazing at Bucky through the mirror in the meantime.

He followed your hands’ movements, and your eyes remained on his reflection. You noticed how his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when your tapping hands made its way down your chest. “Bucky, you listening?” you teased. He snapped out of his trance and glanced up to meet your eyes. You raised your eyebrow and smirked knowingly. Bucky cleared his throat before tapping the mixture onto his skin. The warmth from your chest traveled up your neck, heating up at the growing tension between you two. Your eyes followed his movements, mesmerized by the curves and contours of his face and his collarbone peeking out from his Henley. The fluorescent bathroom lights cast dark shadows on his face when he looked up to tap the mixture onto his neck, the dark contours emphasizing the sharpness of his features. There was a nagging temptation to trace the contours of his face with your fingertips.

“Y/N.” You snapped out of your gaze to find Bucky’s hand waving in front of your face. He was grinning at you.

“Sorry. Got lost for a minute. Um…right…serum!”

Step 7

“Pick a mask already!” Bucky was sorting through the various foil packages, reading through the claimed benefits aloud, and taking his sweet time doing so.

“You said I have redness around my nose and dry skin, but I don’t even know what half of these things do.”

“Bucky, choose the aloe one.”

“Does it work for that?”

“I think so.”

“You don’t know?”

“Come on! This step takes 30 minutes.”

“30 minutes?!”

“Beauty takes time, Bucky!” He picked out the aloe mask and carefully peeled and unfolded the saturated mask. I did the same to mine, and we looked upward before placing the masks onto our faces. We turned around and took in each other’s appearances. Our faces were completely covered but the sheet mask, other than our eyes and mouth. A silence settled into the air before we burst out laughing. However, our faces’ movements were limited by the sheet masks, so our mouths were laughing, but the rest of our face couldn’t contort in response to the laughter for fear of displacing the mask. Our laughter slowly died down into giggles and chuckles. “Come on. Let’s go start a movie.” I took his hand and dragged him back to the living room.

Steps 8, 9, and 10 (…but not really)

The rest of the Avengers trickled into headquarters one-by-one, all of them being met with the image of Bucky and you watching a movie while wearing sheet masks. They quietly gathered in the kitchen, observing the two of you banter and laugh over exchanged stories, not paying attention to the growing group. You sat with your feet tucked under you, torso faced toward Bucky. Bucky, meanwhile, had his metal arm draped around the back of the couch, facing you. A small smile graced his lips, amused at your stories and appearance. The movie played in the background, forgotten, merely providing background noise.

The last ones to join the group were Steve and Tony. They looked around before finding the Avengers in the kitchen, quietly focusing on the couple in front of them. Steve and Tony sauntered over to the kitchen. Tony was about to speak when Natasha put a finger to her lip, shushing him, before cocking her head towards your direction. Tony and Steve turned to watch Bucky and you, still wrapped up in your own little world. Tony was the first to speak.

“So we having a little spa day?” Tony asked, walking over to the living room.

“Tony!” Your head turned to find the Avengers staring at you from the kitchen. “Join us!” Everyone slowly made their way to the living room, taking note of the neat piles of skincare products on the coffee table. “Anyone up for a face mask?” You heard the familiar rip of foil packaging from Tony, who took the liberty of opening up one of the face masks and placing it on his face. He sank down into the couch, face turned upward to prevent the mask from falling off his face. He let out a loud sigh of relief and allowed his body to slump in relaxation.

“Ohhhhh yeah. That’s the stuff.”

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