Exes and Oh’s

A/N: I fully blame @buckyshattergirl​ for this idea and for making my brain even hornier than usual – which is a feat in and of itself – but it’s okay because I love you and I’m really damn thankful that you’re such a cheerleader, my little pastry chef!

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Pairing: AU!Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Ex!Female Reader x Steve Rogers (mentioned)

Warnings: sort of enemies to lovers, ex-lovers, language, Beefy!Bucky, smut (minors DNI) p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spitting, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), degradation, choking, spanking, slapping, praise-kink, daddy-kink, pet-names, more dirty talk, cream pie, slight cum-play, probably something else too

Wordcount: 3.123

Exes and Oh’s

 The door opened with the sound of Steve’s voice, boisterous and loud – Bucky stood up from the couch of their shared apartment and plastered a smile on his face; Steve had brought his girlfriend home for the first time, while Bucky was there, and the normal niceties were required of him, or – according to Steve – Bucky would get his ass handed to him. He could damn well try.

“Stevie, I’m in the living room!” He shouted out and adjusted his posture, doing his best to not look so… Intimidating. Steve came into the room first, his smile wide and happy. “Behave, Buck.” He quickly shot out, before pulling a very familiar face out.

Y/N. Fucking Y/N.

Both of their faces flipped through several emotions, all from confusion to anger to what the fuck and well, look at that, when Steve, the oblivious idiot, introduced them. Y/N plastered the fakest smile on her face. “Hi, nice to meet you.” She said through clenched teeth. Ah, they were playing this game. “You too, doll.” He answered, the same strained smile she had, mirrored on his face. “Stevie, I’m going to get some air.” He said, walking to the yard in two strides – he breathed deeply and considered if it would totally wrong of him to just run away. Probably the mountains. That seemed like a good decision.

“James?” Her voice filled his head and he groaned, turning around. She stood with folded hands in front of the door, Steve running around inside; Bucky narrowed his eyes at her. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he spat. Her face went from somewhat amiable to straight angry. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked him, pointing a finger at him. “I live here!” he hissed. “What the hell are you doing fucking my roommate? Is this some insane plot to get back at me, or something?” She scoffed. “Wow, you think low of me, huh? I didn’t know, you asshole.” He chuckled darkly. “Sure, you didn’t. You haven’t heard my name mentioned once, and I haven’t told you about Steve for the year and a half we were together, right?” “Oh my god, he calls you Buck, which I thought was a dog! Do you have any idea how many Steve’s exists in the world?” She glared at him. “This is fucking unbelievable. I didn’t do anything to you, prick, I met Steve, I like him and that’s all there is.” He scoffed. “Sure thing, peach. I…” He ran a hand through his hair. There was some sense in what she was saying; Steve wasn’t an uncommon name, and it wasn’t until recently that Steve and Bucky had found a house together – when Bucky dated Y/N, he lived alone. “Oh, fuck. What are we going to do?” He mumbled. She stared at him. “What do you mean?” He rolled his eyes. “We can’t just go around pretending we don’t know each other, can we?” “Why not?” She said slowly. He raised his eyebrows at her. “We fucked religiously for almost two years, and you want me to… What, just pretend I don’t know you?” “We’ve been broken up for a year, James. You should be…” He growled. “If you’re going to say that I should be over it by now, go fuck yourself with a shotgun.” “Vivid imagery.” She said dryly. He stepped closer to her, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I’m doing this for Steve. Not you.” “I’m not asking you to do anything for me.” She said, looking up at him – he was towering over her, his chest heaving and a his fingers twitched, wanting to press her to her knees and take her mouth. “How long are you staying?” He asked. “Just so I know how much I have to avoid the house.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m here for a week. My place had water damage, they’re trying to fix it. It’s not my first choice, either, James.” “Fine. I’ll play nice, if you do.” She pouted a little – his lips twitched. He always loved riling her up, that little pout that came with her furrowed brows, made him go wild under normal circumstances. “I always play nice.” He scoffed and stepped past her, walking inside. Right before going inside, he turned to look at her. “You look really nice.” He said softly, sliding the door open.

Now he had to prepare himself for a week of torture when his ex, who he wasn’t over, fucked his best friend in their house. While she was wearing the dress, he had bought her.

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It was as if she had only packed the shit, he had gotten her. Every time he saw her, he remembered something. That skirt? Had been hitched over her hips as he pounded her against a wall at a concert. That shirt? His fingers had played with her nipples during a movie, when she wore it the first time. That dress? There was a stain on it from her birthday-party, where he had fucked her mercilessly. it was like his own, personal hell.

Steve was oblivious to it, doting on Y/N and chatting Bucky up a storm; Bucky barely had the wherewithal to grunt a semi-decent response to whatever question Steve had asked, his eyes always drifting back to Y/N, who constantly averted his eyes. He thought he had just a little reprieve from her, when Steve and her went shopping, which gave him room to fucking breathe – her perfume lingered in his nose, his hair, his skin, and he couldn’t handle it. He took a shower, scrubbing his skin until it was angry and red, before wrapping a towel loosely around his waist. He ruffled through his shirts, sighing angrily when the one, he was looking for – his red Henley – wasn’t anywhere to be found. Fucking Steve.

He flung the door open to Steve’s room, a shriek meeting him instead of an empty room. “Fuck, shit, sorry!! I didn’t know you were changing!” He turned his back to an almost naked Y/N, who was breathing heavily. “What the hell are you doing in Steve’s room?” She shouted. “What are you doing here? I thought you were out with Steve!” He shouted back, clutching his towel to his body. “No, he had a meeting or something, so I stayed back.” Before he could answer, he heard the front door open and he panicked, going back inside Steve’s room, and shut the door. “Fuck, he’s coming… Just… Go in the closet, go, now!” He shoved her inside – causing her to squeal – and got inside himself, closing the door. His eye was poked by a hanger, and he swore under his breath.

It was tight. Maybe it wouldn’t have been if he wasn’t as big as he was, but nonetheless, he and Y/N were chest to – well, almost head – both breathing raggedly. Soft light shone in through the cracks and lit up her face. Her eyes were on his face. “Don’t fucking look at me like that.” He whispered harshly. “Don’t push me into a closet, asshole.” “What, you’d rather he found us together, you half naked and me just wearing a towel?” He asked dryly and saw her shoulders sag. “That’s what I thought.” She began to speak, but he clamped a hand over her mouth pushing her back against the wall of the closet. Steve’s voice rang out through the house, clearly looking for her. “Don’t. Make. A. Fucking. Sound.” He whispered. She whimpered under his hand and he had to restrain himself from letting a finger slide into her mouth. Her phone was still in her hand, and she quickly shot a message to Steve, a bad excuse as to why she wasn’t in the house and threw it on the ground. Her eyes found his again, wide and desperate. “Don’t…” he whispered, his willpower faltering for each second, they stood this close. He could hear Steve roaming around downstairs. “Don’t give me that look, I know what it means and we can’t.” She slowly wrapped her fingers around his wrist and removed his hand from her perfect lips. “No, we can’t.” she found his eyes again.

It was all it took.

He descended on her hungrily, his lips meeting hers with wild desperation, tongues gliding against each other – he dropped the towel and her nails clawed on his back, drawing angry lines down the naked skin. He hissed against her lips and caught her lower lip between his teeth, tugging it roughly. She mewled, and he grabbed her throat, cutting her sounds and air off. “Don’t make a fucking sound. You don’t want Steve to find you like this, do you?” He asked darkly. She shook her head as much as she could with him restricting her throat. “There’s my good girl.” She rolled her hips. “Fucking hell, peach…” He rumbled before kissing her again, feverish lips against hers, his fingers sliding to her panties; she whimpered brokenly as his fingers slid across the lace covering her wet pussy. “Oh, baby girl, you want me that bad, huh? You want my fingers here…?” He slid a finger underneath the waistband, his fingers dipping into her. She mewled and he tightened his grip on her throat, his hard cock nudging her skin. “All this for me?” She nodded as he began dragging his finger in and out of her, pumping her fast, his hips rutting; it was like a fucking drug to him, her warm skin and wet pussy. “Yeah, you want to be taken by your boyfriend’s roommate in his closet, don’t you?” He mumbled, adding another finger. She was meeting his thrusts with her hips, her hands clawing fruitlessly against his skin. “Hand.” He commanded, and she complied, holding her hand out to him; he spit into her palm and wrapped it around his throbbing cock, biting down on her neck to avoid moaning loudly. “Fuck, I love it when you stroke my cock…” He mumbled against her heated skin, his fingers working hard to get her to fucking cum; he craved it, wanted it more than air itself. “Fuck!” He grumbled, holding her chin between thick fingers and looked at her. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Yeah, you’ve always been mine, you fucking slut.” Her eyes rolled back. “Open your mouth.” She complied again, putty in his hands. He spat at her and she moaned when it hit her tongue. “You like getting finger-fucked by me when Steve’s looking for you, you dirty, fucking whore, do you?” She moaned a breathy yes. Her fingers moved fast around him, and he pulled out from her grasp with a grunt. “I need to taste you. Make a noise and I’ll fucking stop, you got it?” “Yes, daddy.” She whispered in the soft darkness. He groaned, going to his knees. “That´s daddy’s good girl, isn’t it?” he chuckled at her, his fingers pumping her dripping cunt, before his tongue licked a long stripe against her. He moaned at the taste, working his fingers quickly in and out of her, drinking her up as a thirsting man. Her hips grinded down on him, chasing her release. “You want to cum, baby girl? Want to cum for your daddy, huh?” He moaned against her dripping folds, speeding his fingers up. She was so fucking tight, he couldn’t see straight anymore. “Yeah, you cum, cum on my face, you dirty bitch.” He mumbled. She exploded on him, her whines soft as she grinded herself on his face, coming hard – he drank her up, not willing to spill a drop of her, as she rode her orgasm out. She clawed at him, fingers desperate, and he came to her lips again, kissing her hard; she moaned into the kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue. She tried to grab him and line him up, but he pulled back, panting. “Fuck, we can’t fucking do this.” She pouted. “Don’t give me that fucking face.” “You didn’t cum…” She whispered, eyes wild and darkened with lust. “I don’t give a shit. I’ll cover for you, get fucking dressed. We’re never talking about this again, got it?” She nodded breathlessly, and he left the closet, wrapping the towel around his waist again, cock sensitive and hard as a rock.

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The day stretched on – way too long, for his liking – and Steve was none the wiser. Bucky had kept him entertained while Y/N snuck down the stairs, outside, just to go back inside and slamming the door. Steve had kissed the same mouth, that Bucky had just spit in, and it made him feel weirdly hot.

The darkness covered his room as he tried to sleep, the thoughts of Y/N fucking Steve in the room next door, made him burn with jealousy. he didn’t notice the door creaking open, or the soft footsteps on the floor, but he definitely noticed the dip in the bed as she crawled in. “What the fuck are you doing…?” He didn’t finish, her lips searing on his, as she crawled on top of him, kissing him like her life depended on it. He growled and slung his thick arm around her and flipped them, kissing her just as desperately. She moaned against his lips, her hips bucking up against him and he groaned at the feeling. “Why the fuck are you in here, peach?” he mumbled, lips finding the sweet spot on her neck. She exhaled breathily. “I wanted you…” She whispered in the dark. He closed his eyes. His willpower was nonexistent when it came to her. “You need to be fucking quiet, got it?” He bit her soft skin. She nodded eagerly. He shoved the thoughts and guilt for Steve down – that could be pulled out at his next therapy-session –

He adjusted so he could pull her underwear down roughly, before balling it up and pushed it into her mouth, muffling her sounds. “Steve is right next door, baby, you gotta be quiet.” She nodded. He was rock-hard, the feeling of her body underneath him… It was fucking insane.

He pulled himself out of his boxers, letting the tip of his cock slide against her slit. It was just as wet as before. “You’re such a fucking dirty whore, aren’t you?” He asked her through gritted teeth, saliva pooling in his mouth. He spat down at her dripping pussy, mixing the spit with her wetness with his tip. “You want me, peach? You want me to fuck you dumber, than you already are, huh?” he was fucking feral. “You’ve been thinking about this cock sliding in and out of you, fucking you senseless? Marking you?” He kept sliding against her, the tip catching her clit every once in a while, which made her whine. He slapped her cheek, the sound echoing around the room. “Don’t make a fucking noise, are you fucking crazy?” He grabbed her throat again, reveling in how fucking right it felt. “You like this, huh? Being choked and pinned to my bed while your boyfriend is sleeping right next door, don’t you?” She nodded desperately. He lined up with her hole, straining to keep himself straight. “You’re my fucking little whore, peach, dripping for me…” He whispered before pounding into her. He had to clamp down on his teeth so hard, he thought they might break; it was heaven to be inside of her again. She bucked her hips under him, trying to get him to move, but he slapped her cheek again, holding still. “You’re not in fucking charge, got it?” He whispered dangerously, and fuck, she was responding to him so fucking well. It was almost instinctual the way, they slid against each other. “Good girl, baby…” he began moving, not really caring about the bed creaking or how quickly this would go; he wanted to fuck her senseless. Her walls tightened against him, as he began relentlessly fucking her. “Fuck…” He mumbled; hand hard on her throat. “Look at you, taking me so well… You like it when my thick cock stretch your little pussy, huh? You love to feel me inside of you, you fucking whore…” He lost himself in the feeling of her. “Daddy…” Her voice was muffled, but it was clear what she was saying. He grinned, his hips jerking back and forward, and he let a hand fall to her inner thigh, spanking the soft skin until it burned under his hand. “Is my good, little girl going to cum? You want to cum over daddy’s cock, huh? You want to soak me?” He was mumbling the words, barely able to say them between grunts and moans. She nodded and whimpered behind the makeshift gag. “Cum on my cock, baby, cum for me. Now.” He growled, gripping her tightly and fucked into her, his own release close by. She cried out and tightened her legs, wrapping them around his waist as she came, moving to meet his thrusts. Fuck, it felt so good to feel her clench and writhe on him, his cock splitting her; she was so fucking tight, her wet pussy drawing him deeper. “Good girl, you’re my good girl, aren’t you…” He whispered as she bucked against him in a wild pace. “I’m going to cum, baby, get your legs off of me.” He whispered, voice strained. She shook her head and tightened her grip with her legs, and he slid deeper inside of her – he grunted, and his pace stuttered. “Fuck, no, peach, I’m not…” He moaned, his balls slapping against sweat-slicked skin. “I’m not fucking coming in you, I can’t…” She grabbed his neck and spit the gag out, pulling him down to meet her lips. “Fill me, please, daddy…” He couldn’t have stopped it, even if he had wanted to – he came hard, shooting hot spurts of cum inside of her, filling her with him; she mewled against his lips, his hand going from her throat to her hair, pulling it roughly. They both came down and she finally unwrapped her legs from him. “You’re fucking dangerous, peach.” He mumbled, biting the sensitive skin on her collarbone. “Says you.” She whispered back. “Go back to Steve. This never fucking happened, you got it?” She nodded and slipped out of bed, throwing her panties at him. He caught them with one hand, even in the darkness – she giggled a little. “A souvenir.” The door closed and he fell back against the mattress.

She slid into bed next to Steve, hugging him tightly – she was spent, her legs shaking. “You know, you could just tell him.” He whispered to her. She could hear the smile in his voice. “Well, where’s the fun in that?” She replied.

PART 2

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Open Wounds - 16

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x soulmate!reader

Warnings: fluff

They say confession is good for the soul and in this case that was the truth. It seemed as soon as you shared all your secrets, all your fears, you and Bucky became inseparable. If you were in a room together you gravitated to each other, always touching one another in some manner. You were just as likely to be found curled up in his lap as training together in the gym. The only one that was unhappy about this development was Wade who told off Bucky for stealing his bestie until Matt dragged him away.

At the moment it was the early hours of morning. You were padding barefoot around your floor dressed in one of Bucky’s shirts that you’d worn to bed and a pair of boy short panties. He’d been on mission with Steve and Natasha for the last four days. You’d exchanged the occasional text but you missed him. You felt sort of empty without him around. And you were having trouble sleeping.

You chewed on the end of your thumb for a bit before heading to the elevator to go to Bucky’s floor. Even though he wasn’t home, perhaps being in his bed would help. Though the two of you had yet to actually have sex, you ended up sleeping in each other’s beds more often than not. It was his comfort you sought to chase away the bad dreams now.

When you arrived at his room, you locked the door behind you and climbed into the bed. You sighed as the cool sheets slid against your skin. His scent flooded your senses when you buried your face in his pillow and you were asleep in no time.

A warm hand running up the length of your spine woke you several hours later. You frowned as your eyes fluttered open. It transformed into a smile as your gaze fell on your soulmate. He grinned at you. “Didn’t expect to find you in my bed when I got home. Can’t say I was disappointed though.”

“You’re home.” You shifted so your arms were wrapped around him as your head nestled against his chest. “I missed you.”

He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “I missed you too, baby.”

A month later you returned in the middle of the night from a mission of your own. You’d been gone for just over a week and hadn’t talked to Buck at all as outside communication had been banned. Bucky almost punched Steve when he found out that little detail. The reminder made you smile.

You thought briefly of heading straight to your soulmate’s room knowing that he wouldn’t mind but you needed a shower in the worst way. You didn’t want to wake him if he was sleeping well. And by the time you’d scrubbed yourself clean you were too exhausted to go any further than your own bed.

You’d only been asleep a couple of hours when you sat bolt upright in bed. Your room was dark and your heart was pounding but you weren’t certain why. Your dreams had been rather mundane all things considered. A glance at the clock showed it to be just a bit before five in the morning.

Suddenly a wave of pure fear and sorrow slammed into you. What the fuck was going on? It only took a second for realization to dawn on you. Bucky. You hopped from your bed and took the stairs up to his floor. You told Jarvis to unlock his door even as you ran down the hall. When you reached his room, you found him lost in a nightmare.

“Jarvis, bring up the lights and play something soothing.”

“Of course, Miss.”

The combination served to wake Bucky just as you’d hoped it would. He sat up, panting as he swiped a hand down his face. You sat on the side of the bed and waited for him to come back to himself. When he felt the mattress move his attention darted to you. You smiled and he grabbed your upper arms to haul you across the bed. Once he’d settled you in his lap, he wrapped his arms around you and buried his nose in your neck. “Mine.”

You ran a hand through his hair. “Yours,” you agreed.

The two of you stayed that way for a long time. Finally, he instructed Jarvis to turn off the lights and music and laid down with you still in his arms. He tucked you into his side and pulled one of your legs to drape across his waist. His fingers played with your hair a bit and he kissed your forehead. “I’m glad you’re home, doll.”

“I’ll always come home to you, Bucky.”

You were unable to get anymore sleep, your mind racing as you thought about the implications of you being able to feel your soulmate’s emotions. That was only supposed to be possible if the two of you were in love.

Did you love him? You’d never given it much thought to be honest. Content to just be with him, you tried not to label what you were to each other, what you meant to one another.

You didn’t have to think about it long to realize that you had indeed fallen in love with him. That you would be devastated if he disappeared from your life. That he was the be all end all for you and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, you just had to tell him.

Bucky woke in the morning to the sound of his door closing. He opened his eyes to find you standing beside the bed with a plate and coffee mug in your hands. “What’s this?” he asked as he sat up.

“Breakfast in bed,” you answered with a grin. “Scoot back.”

He moved so he rested against the headboard. You handed him the coffee first, made just the way he liked it. He took a drink, humming in contentment and sat it on the nightstand beside him. Then you handed him his breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and potatoes. Perfect. You sat beside his legs and watched him as he ate. His eyes studied you as he did so. Something was off with you, he just couldn’t pinpoint what.

“What’s this all about then?” he asked between bites.

You reached over and stole a piece of his bacon as you shrugged. “Just thought I’d make you breakfast is all.”

“Shouldn’t I be taking care of you today? You’re the one that just got back from a mission.”

“Eh. Couldn’t sleep.” His gaze ran over you again, picking up the slight darkening beneath your eyes and the slump of your shoulders. You were exhausted.

His brow furrowed in worry. “Everything okay?”

You hummed in answer and nodded your head. “Just thinking.”

“What about?”

“You.”

His breath hitched. He shouldn’t worry, he knew that. But damned if he wasn’t certain you’d realize he wasn’t good enough for you someday. He cleared his throat. “Should I be worried?”

You smiled, your eyes crinkling in amusement. “Are you done?” You gestured to his plate.

“Uh, yeah.” It didn’t escape his notice that you hadn’t answered his question.

You took his plate and carried it over to set it on his desk. When you returned you climbed on the bed and tossed one of your legs over his so you straddled him. His hands automatically found your hips as his eyes went wide. You settled so you were sitting on his thighs and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“We need to talk about last night.”

His brow furrowed. “What about last night? Did something happen?”

You smiled and ran your thumbs back and forth along his collarbones. “Don’t freak out. Everything’s fine. When I got home from the mission last night, I went to my room to clean up and sleep. I woke up because of your nightmare.”

What the hell were you talking about? “You’re going to have to explain that one to me, baby.”

You studied his face for a moment, a sparkle of happiness in your eyes. “I felt your emotions from the dream. They woke me.”

“You felt my emotions? But that only happens—” Bucky cut off as realization slammed into him. A slow smile stretched across his face. His hands tightened on your hips as he licked his lips. “You love me.”

You hummed in agreement before donning a grin to match his own. “And you love me.”

“Have for a while. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

You smacked his chest and he laughed. One hand found the back of your head to pull you to his lips for a lingering kiss. When you separated, he looked into your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, Bucky. So much.”

He leaned forward to leave kisses all over your face saying “I love you” between each one.

Your laughter trailed off as he ran his lips along your jaw and down the side of your neck. His nose traced back up the line of your throat. “Bucky.” His name on your lips was breathy, wanting.

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you but I am so fucking glad you’re mine.”

The kiss this time was hungry, needy. A prelude to what was to come.

Death Of The Bachelor

Chapter 4

    The next day you were in the back at the bar, running down an inventory log of what the bar needed so you could place an order when you heard the bell above the door in the main part go off. You set your pad and pencil down as you heard it chime again, looking at your watch you saw it was 10:30 am. Almost close enough for lunches.

     "Good morning." You stated coming from around back to see Steve and Bucky.

     "Morning, Y/n." Steve greeted you cheerfully as he sat down at the bar followed by Bucky who looked a little worse for wear.

    Steve looked as well groomed as he always did. Hair brushed back in that old 1940's way he always did but it seemed to work on him. Clean baby blue t that hugged his frame and muscles just perfectly and the same with antiqued denim jeans he was wearing. However, Bucky's hair was slightly messy and he seemed to be wearing the same clothes he had last night. His eyes were rimmed red and he hunched over at the door looking miserable.

    "Looks like someone is hungover." You chuckled as you pulled both bottles down.

     "Yeah, he was trying to out drink our pal Banner and that man is a beast." Steve laughed as clapped Bucky on the shoulder making him wince and glare at Steve out of the corner of his eye.

      "Banner was there? Was there any booze left over by the end of the night?" You chuckled as you slid them both a drink, Bucky pushed his back.

     "Water, please." He asked quietly, wincing as he spoke. You shook your head as you poured him a tall water.

      "Dude, hair of the dog, telling ya you'll feel better." Steve remarked before turning to face you again. "Oh, Yeah, Banner challenged Bucky here to a drinking game, and well, Bucky doesn't know Banner. Well didn't, and now he does."

      "Hey," You chuckled. "Leave the poor guy alone, not everyone knows how Banner drinks or how the hell a man his size can hold that much liquor."

      "Go ahead, make fun of the man with a killer hang over." Bucky groaned, slowly putting his head on the bar.

      "Where did you go last night, y/n? I went looking for you after I heard Bucky challenged Banner." Steve asked, turning his attention toward you.

     "Well, I was fired actually." You told him, giving him shrug.

     "What!" He stated, his eyes widening. "Why the hell did they fire you?"

    "Besides my coworker complaining, I had two complaints that I 'chumming it up towards the patrons' or some shit like that and refusal to serve." You stated, anger slipping in a bit. Maybe it still bugged you that you had been fired for something so ridiculously not true.

     "Seriously?" Steve asked, brows pinching together, you looked at the crown of Bucky's head since his face was still on the bar top.

      "Yep, except I didn't refuse anybody but I did tell someone that I was out of whiskey." You retorted still burning holes into the other man's head.

     "Fuck." Bucky hissed before lifting his head, wincing as he did. "That bitch."

     "What do you mean by that?" Steve asked suspiciously.

      "God, Mandy? Mindy, Veronica? I can't remember her name, the cute blonde that was all over me." Bucky started but you couldn’t help but chime in.

     "Ya know, the same one that was all over Sam a couple weeks back because she wants to marry a rich man so she doesn't have to work." You spat out with a smile, watching as Bucky narrowed his eyes at you.

     "She didn't like the fact that y/n was teasing with me. She got up right after you left and was gone for a bit before she came back and sat back down next me." Bucky explained. "I thought she went to the bathroom, I didn't realize what she was doing."

     "Doesn't matter, because of that I was fired. My boss was told if he didn't fire me, that nobody would ever use him for catering again." You told him and crossed your arms.

     "Dude, I'm sorry." Bucky said, as he gently set his head on his arm, while he leaned back down on the bar. "If I had known what she was doing I would of stopped her.

     "Meh, what's done is done. I hate catering those kind of events anyway." You shrugged as you left the two of them to go grab your inventory book that you had left in the back room.

"So how far back does that set you?" Steve yelled as you came back into the main part of the bar.

"How far back?" Bucky asked in a cranky voice his blues flicking back to his friend.

"Little miss amazing bar tender here is trying to buy an old historic building downtown, she wants to open her own bar." Steve explain, grinning and giving you a wink.

"A couple months, pretty close to having the down payment and closing costs. I've got another account set up for inventory and that's ready." You replied as you started counting bottle in the main part.

"Which building? There's only a dozen for sale." Bucky croaked, but starting to sound a bit more alive then dead.

"It's the one on main." Steve replied before you could speak.

"The big one? The one with brick facade, and the arched stained glass windows above the main level? It's a two story building, right? With the cool brick work." Bucky asked, sounding intrigued. You turned to face him, his whole demeanor had changed. He was alert and those deep blues were solely focused on you, the whole cool famous playboy facade was gone.

"Yeah, that's the one. I've been eyeing it for a couple years now." You replied with a smile. "It's been on the market for a bit now, Steve has been really good about not letting developers buy for demolition."

"Hey, you kept my butt out of jail so it's the least I can do." Steve shrugged with a smile.

"Okay, I gotta hear this." Bucky chuckled looking from Steve to you.

"Well, there was scuffle in the parking lot a couple years back. Steve was never much of hot head but he is never one to back down." You said grinning from ear to ear.

"Anyway, a politicians kid came into the bar causing issues, starting trouble." Steve added with a chuckle.

"So this kid challenges Steve here and asked him to go outside, and this idiot had been drinking for hours." You added.

"Guessing you got in a fight?" Bucky asked watching in amusement.

"Actually no, the kid goes outside and winds up in a fight with a guy that was part of a biker gang, Rumlow." You stated. "Put the kid in a coma for a couple days and when he woke up he swore up and down it was Steve."

"Y/n has excellent memory, except names, she remembered that day. When the kid went outside I went to the bathroom cause I need to puke my guts out." Steve stated. "Never drinking saki again, no matter how much Tony insists."

"Because the kid was the son of a politician the guy that did best the tar out of him end up behind bars for ten years." You told him, looking over at Steve. "His dad owns the building I want, and he's promised me one hell of deal. I've got the loan on hold cause I've got some stellar credit it's just I'm still not quite there with the rest."

"And that gig last night would of put you one step closer." Bucky sighed leaned back slightly in his seat. "What if someone were to invest in your bar?"

"What do you mean?" You asked raising your eyebrow at him.

"Say someone gave you the rest of the money, had just a little say and took just like 10% off the top." He stated, leaning forward on the bar.

"Dude, you don't think Sam or I have offered?" Steve asked looking over the brunette.

"With you or Sam it would be another loan, one she would have to pay back, this she would get to keep. I could continue to invest, no doubt that building is going to need some renovations." Bucky stayed, looking over at Steve and then back to you. "Plus if it does well enough, the there is the upstairs, what would do there? You could have just regular bar on the bottom and then a vip style club up top."

"A bar on top of a bar?" You asked looking from him to Steve.

"Think about it, the super rich don't like quaint bar like this, ones were blue collar workers go. The famous rich ones only go to VIP high end club style bars, you could have both in one building."

"Can I think about it first?" You asked looking back to Bucky who had a smile across his face. He licked his bottom lip as he grabbed a napkin and a Keno pencil. Quickly he scrawled his number out and handed over.

"Just let me know, either way. You would be the owner, I could be your manager."

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I Know Who You Are (p.1)

Summary: This is basically just Captain America Winter Soldier just with you (y/n) in it. It’s all angst with a tiny bit of fluff and some choice words that made me cry so sorry ‘bout it.

Pairings: slight Bucky x Reader, platonic Steve x Reader

A.N: Just wanna say that I’m an actual hoe for Bucky Barnes and I love him so much. Also, thank you to Zarie who kept me sad while writing this (normally that would be a dick move but it was the only thing keeping me from turning this into a huge fix it fic)

Warnings: angst, violence, swearing(?), I think that’s it if you find anything else feel free to let me know and I will add it to the list.

Word Count: 2,472

Part One (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four)

“Y/n, you’re not coming,” Steve said using his ‘captain’ voice causing me to roll my eyes.

“Sorry, Stevie you can’t stop me. I’m not letting you do this alone”

“It’s too dangerous! I promised Bucky I wouldn’t let anything happen to you!”

“During World War 2 Steve! We both know things are different now!”

“It doesn’t matter…I just… I can’t break that promise again, y/n” the anger left me with his words.

“Look I get it but I was serious about not letting you go alone. I can’t lose you too…”

“Fine. But we are doing things on my terms” I nod my head in agreement knowing this is not a battle that I could win. “Ok come on then we are meeting up with a friend of mine”

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I was sat at the table in Sam Wilson’s house watching him roam around his kitchen making breakfast while Steve and Nat talked in the other room.

“You guys always go running to strangers when you’re in danger or am I just special,” he asks breaking the silence.

“Steve said he trusted you and for now strangers are safer”

“So what I’m hearing here is that I am… special” I let myself smile a bit shaking my head.

“Maybe” I answered walking into the kitchen to steal a piece of toast laughing at Sam’s mock offense. “I get what he sees in you… don’t turn on us Wilson” Sam faked a gasp.

“I earned two super soldiers trust?” I rolled my eyes at him and took a bite of my toast. “I’m going to let them know breakfast is ready,” he said watching me sit back down at the table.

I picked at the remainder of my toast letting the story that Steve had told me about what had happened run through my head. Everything from Fury, Zola, and the Winter Soldier, whom I was hoping was just a bad dream, the name alone bring up fear from my days with Hydra. I was brought back to the present by a folder dropping into the table.

“What’s this?”

“Call it a résumé” I moved to look over Nat’s shoulder.

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you? You didn’t say he was a pararescue. ” Steve took the picture from nat.

“Is this Riley?” He asked gesturing to the other man in the photo.

“Yeah”

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use? A stealth chute?” Nat asked.

“No. These.” Sam handed the folder to Steve.

“Holy shit!” I said with a laugh causing a smirk from Sam and a disapproving look from Steve

“You know I hate when you cuss,” he said causing me to shrug and lean in a little closer to the photo. “And I thought you said you were a pilot”

“I never said pilot” Nat gave me a grin which I instantly mirrored.

“I can’t ask you to do this Sam you got out for a good reason.”

“Dude, Captain America needs my hell there’s no better reason to get back in” Sam response was with zero hesitation and my grin grew.

“Where can we get our hands on one of these?”

“The last one is at Fort Meade. Behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall. ”

“Shouldn’t be a problem. Breaking into things is a talent of mine” I joke Nat to shakes her head and lightly elbows me. It wasn’t just a joke, during my time in Hydra they spent years teaching me how to become their perfect thief. I never spent any time with the Winter Soldier he was just a threat that loomed over me in case I ever decided to run or disobey an order. Now I have a feeling I’m going to come face to face with the man I was taught to fear.

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Nat, me, and one of Hydras not so finest were crammed into the back of the car. Talking about our next move when Sitwell is torn from the car. Nat quickly pulls herself to the front seat and a bullet grazes my side. The car is suddenly slammed to a stop and the man is thrown from the roof.

In no time the man is standing in front of the car and my heart stops in my chest. Before I had time to react or say a word another car slams into the back of us bring us staring toward the Winter Soldier.

The steering wheel is torn from the car and sam pulls me into the front as Nat starts to shoot. I can’t even fully register what is happening before Steve is slamming us out of the car. I grab hold of the closest person to me and pray I don’t hit the pavement. I bounce off the door along with Sam who quickly pulls me up once we stop rolling. Looking around I quickly find Steve who is almost instantly thrown from the bridge. I have no time to worry about him. Hydra is shooting at us and we are all quickly taking cover behind cars.

I let myself breath for a moment listening to the sounds of gin shots getting closer. I need a gun. Just one gun. A Hydra agent to get close enough to me so I can get one. I take a deep breath. Get a gun and protect Steve. I hear a couple of explosions from behind me and I take the opportunity to look for an agent. I find the one farthest for the soldier and start making my way to him. Once I’m there I just have to wait for something loud enough where they won’t hear an agent hitting the ground. I take the opportunity once Nat starts firing at the soldier to pull the man underneath the car quickly stabbing him with the knife I pulled from my belt. Before I can take his gun another one of the agents spot me I quickly throw my knife at him stabbing him in the throat before I run and jump off the side of the bridge taking cover behind the bus so I can make it to Nat.

I make my way around the corner just in time to see Nat temporarily take out his arm before taking off. For a brief moment, I debate taking this time to fight him. To kill the monster that’s been haunting my dreams. I can’t I need to find Steve. I’m not here to kill the Winter Soldier I’m here to make sure my friends get out alive. So I run to catch up with Nat I finally make it to her when Steve reaches the Soldier. My hands are covered in a mix of her blood and my own as she reassured me that she’s ok. She grabs one of the guns and fires it in the direction of the soldier and before we can make another move we are being arrested by ’S.H.I.E.L.D’ agents.

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I was trying to focus on what Steve was saying but nothing was working. Bucky was the Winter Soldier. This whole time it has been Bucky. Not my Bucky but this shell. A man with no memories of who he used to be. With no memories of Steve. With no memories of me. No memories of the life we had or our dreams. My heart was breaking for Steve… for me but mostly for Bucky and I became filled with this need to help him to show him that this is not who he is. Even if he never returned to the Bucky of the past he deserved to decide who he was and he is not the Winter Soldier.

I’m broken from my thoughts when one of the agents start to attack the other one before taking off their helmet.

“That was squeezing my brain,” Agent Hill said shaking her head a little “who’s this guy?” A small laugh of shock left me as I let my head fall back against the wall behind me and started to feel a small glimmer of hope bubble up inside me. We were going to defeat Hydra and we were going to save bucky. No matter what.

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Sam was helping me walk while Hill let us to a room. When she pulled back the curtain Nick Fury turned his head to look at us.

“About damn time” the small sliver of hope was growing and when I looked to Steve I knew that he could feel it too.

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I stood on the bridge letting memories from the life I used to live wash over me. Dances, dates, late-night walks and talks, schoolyard games. All of my favorite memories had Bucky. I closed my eyes taking a moment to relive it

“So, what do you say Doll? Are you going to dance with me or not” Bucky asked pulling out his Brooklyn charm that he knew would make me go soft this man knew just how to talk to get me to do anything he wanted and I trusted him enough to never push me into something I truly didn’t want to do.

“I’ll always dance with you Bucky. ” I answered giving him my hand. He pulled me into him and I places my hands on his shoulders as he put his on my hips and we gently swayed together in the middle of his living room. As the time went on we slowly moved in closer to each other our foreheads pressed together as we danced. “Can you promise me something, James?” I asked finally breaking the silence smiling softly when his cheeks turned a little pink at the use of his name.

“What is it, Doll?”

“Just… say this is going to be our last dance” I started to fight back tears as the words left my mouth. His hand moved up to my chin so he could have me look at him.

“I will do everything I can to come back to you,” he said gently brushing away the tears that had begun to roll down my cheeks “ok?” I nodded softly and brought my hand to the back of his neck so I could pull him closer to me once more. His nose brushed mine softly before he leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was filled with promises from both of us. Ones that we never got the chance to keep. As it always is with these memories it all felt so far away.

I allowed myself to be pulled from my thoughts when I saw Steve walking over to me.

“Hey, we’re heading out. Are you ready?” He said studying my face. I nodded not trusting my voice to be strong enough not to give my thoughts away.

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“You know you’re a lot heavier than you look,” Sam said as we walked together on the last helicarrier.

“I had a big breakfast” before Sam had time to reply Steve was body-slammed by Bu-Winter Soldier.

“Steve!” We both yelled and Sam moved to fly over the edge after him. The soldier grabbed one of his wings and tossed him away from the edge. During their fight, I hopped over the side to help pull Steve back up.

“It’s just me and you now kid. Sam’s grounded.”

“I hate when you call me 'kid’ Cap.” I joke trying to hide how nervous I truly was.

Just down the way from us was The Soldier. Now that I was this close to him all I could see was Bucky. I had to fight back the urge to run to him. To hold him.

“People are going to die, Buck” Steve spoke breaking me from my internal battle. “I can’t let that happen. Please don’t make me do this” I let out a broken breath when he didn’t move or even react to the words that Steve had said. Steve moved to throw his shield and I prepared myself for what I knew had to happen.

The fight was happening so fast half the time I was running on pure instinct. Save Steve. Don’t hurt Bucky. A bullet grazed Steve’s side and I tore Bucky away. As I did he pulled out his knife and sliced into the of my upper arm. I didn’t have time to think about that. I had to focus on distracting Bucky so Steve could bring down the helicarrier. His metal arm made contact with my ribs and he dropped me before moving to pull Steve away.

Bucky’s screams pulled me off the ground and over the railing to join him and Steve. My goal once again became to distract him so Steve could take down the helicarrier. Between punches to me, The Winter Soldier shot in Steve’s direction and out of the corner of my eye I saw him fall. No! He had to be ok! I needed him to be ok! I tackled Bucky and the gun slid across the floor. In my earpiece, I heard “Charlie lock” and I let out a sigh. A moment of distraction the soldier used to stab me and kick me off of him my back slammed into the ground and for a moment my vision when blank.

When I came to the helicarrier was being destroyed around me. I vaguely heard the sounds of screaming around me as I fought through the haze. I crawled my way to where Steve was lifting a bar off of Bucky. Using all of my strength to save the man I love and my best friend I helped him pull the bar up enough to let Bucky slide out and once again my vision went black.

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“You’re my mission!” Each word was punctuated with a punch to Steve’s face.

“Bucky! Please” my voice broke as I lowered myself to my knees trying not to seem threatening. His fist paused in the air before connecting with Steve’s face again. He whipped his head in my direction as if he forgot I was there. “Please” our eyes locked and I could no longer hold back my tears. He only looked away when Steve touched his arm.

“Then finish it because I’m with you till the end of the line” with these words everything seemed to freeze with these until suddenly the ground gave way beneath us. The glass I was kneeling on shattered around me before I could grab hold of anything. I didn’t have time to think of something to do before my back hit the ice water my head smacked against a piece of debris causing my vision to go black. And for the first time in years when I closed my eyes, Bucky didn’t feel so far away.

Y/N : This is my Ex-Boyfriend, Peter.

Peter : Motherfu-....I'm her husband!

Y/n : Same thing.

How the avengers end up meeting you Buckys girlfriend

“ Good night I love you too ”

A/N: sorry for the spelling and if it doesn’t make sense I hope you do enjoy though

* To start off you meet Bucky at the museum you work at part time

* You are a history fan so when the job got offered to you, you jumped at the opportunity

* You have multiple PHDs and degrees in all sorts of thing ranging from science to photography

* You work at the museum as well as a relatively small cafe that is two stories ( bottom being cafe food seating etc and top floor being a book store / library )

* Bucky first met you when you were working at the museum

* You were helping a kid with their homework on Captain America though you were having problems with certain spots as you were used to working In the ancient Egyptians section

* Bucky was there to remind him self of who he was / is

* When he saw you helping the kid his first thoughts of you were how sweet and kind you were to help a kid with their homework

* He also thought you were cute because of the outfit and hight different between him and you

* You were wearing a light brown skirt as well as a white button down with suspenders and big glasses on your face

* You wore converse because if you were to wear heels you would trip and fall all over the place

* When he noticed that you were having a problem helping the kid with their homework about him and Steve he walked over and introduced himself and asked if he could help

* When the kid realized who he was they were so excited to have someone that was there to help them with the project

* After helping them the kid said thank you and took off running

* You and Bucky were left alone and introduced your selfs to each other

* After that you continued to talk for hours until Bucky had to go back to the tower

* You said good bye and hugged him and then walked into to crowd

* Once Bucky was snapped out of the trance he was in he realized that he didn’t get your number and had no way of contacting you

* After 2-3 days Bucky found a small-ish cafe and went in and was exited to see you at the till taking orders

* Once it was his turn you took his order and told him that he could go hang out upstairs and that you would bring it up to him

* When his order was done you took your Break and went and sat with Bucky and talked until your Break was over

* You gave him your number and told him to call or text you if he ever wanted to hang out again

* Over the next few weeks/ months you got to know each other very well like he knows that you are short and hate when that’s pointed out to you and that you love to have piggy back rides as well as how smart you are with all of your PHDs and degrees

* And you know his hole background and what happened and how he likes plums and how smart he is knowing other languages and all the stuff he has Learned over the years

* The rest of the avengers start to realize that Bucky is leaving the tower a lot and how he spends the night out or has someone ( that they haven’t meet ) In the tower on his floor

* They also start to see that Bucky is starting to come out of his shell and is talking to people more and is smiling

* One night the team was just hanging out on the common floor when Friday gives the alert that Bucky is home and that he has someone with him

* The avengers being nosey want to meet the person that has been coming over to the tower and staying on his floor

* So they all pile into the elevator and go to buckys floor

* When they get onto they floor they are meet with laughter and music in the background

* Instead of knocking they walk into the apartment like floor and can’t believe their eyes

* They can tell that there is food being made in the kitchen and they can see the tv on playing the lion king but what really got them was in the middle of the room stood a small women in one of buckys shirts and shorts and Bucky in track pants and a t shirt laughing as the small women puts lipstick on buckys face saying SIMBA

* Tony and Clint couldn’t keep quiet and started to laugh loudly scaring you making you scream and jump over the couch and hide while Bucky jumps and stands in front of you as he thought it was a threat

* When everyone calms down they all introduce them selfs to you and you do the same to them

* After that you ask if they want to say for dinner and they say yes just so they can see how Bucky and you act near each other

* To there surprise Bucky was happy and was laughing and smiling with you as you talked to him and everyone they saw that you where the one that was able to get him to open up more

* They all stayed for dinner and feel in love with you and how happy you were

* You got along perfectly with everyone

* You got along with Bruce and tony because of how smart you were

* You got along well with Thor and Loki because you asked a lot of questions about there home land and were actually interested In learning thing instead of just starting a conversation

* You got along with Clint and Nat because of you love for certain things like cooking, photography, travailing etc

* All in all you got along with everyone and everyone was happy that Bucky found you

* After dinner you all decided to go up to the common floor and watch a movie

* As everyone was getting ready to leave you jumped onto buckys back for a piggyback and he didn’t even say anything and just continued on with what he was doing

* The other avengers found this adorable and Tony had Friday take thousands of photos of the two of you

* When you all got onto the common floor you watched a movie and fell asleep

* When the movie was over you were the only one asleep and you where on top of Bucky

* The avengers thought this was so cute and took so many photo and Bucky just smiled and slightly laughed as he did not wanting to move and wake you up

* When they were done Bucky picked you up and told everyone good night and heading back to his floor

* When he got back he put you on the bed and got ready to sleep

* You woke up and said still haft asleep “ good night I love you “ and fell back asleep and Buckys last words before falling asleep where “ good night I love you too”

Several Masterlist

In The Coffee Shop

Summary: You work in a coffee shop and preparing the special of the month starts something you’d never thought would happen at your work place. Pairing: Sharon Carter x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Dubcon (sex pollen), smut, oral sex (m and f receiving, m and f giving), fingering, anal Word count: 4.6K A/N: This is my entry for @tinymalscoffee 400 follower writing challenge. Congrats on that milestone and thank you for hosting this challenge! I chose the prompts sex pollen and coffee shop AU. The graphics I used are by the amazing @firefly-graphics​

Mommy Knows Best

Pairing: soft!dark!Natasha Romanoff x reader x soft!dark!Bucky Barnes Summary: Natasha, your mommy, wants to bring Bucky as your daddy into your relationship but you don’t want that. Is that the end of the topic? Warnings: soft!dark!Natasha, soft!dark!Bucky, MDlg/DDlg dynamics, forced age regression, abduction Word count: about 1600 A/N: So, @nsfwsebbie​ holds a “Fuck Fest Friday” on, you guessed it, Fridays and one anon sent in something about mommy!Nat and daddy!Bucky and I had thoughts about it, so I wrote something. The graphics are made by @firefly-graphics​

The Cookout

Pairing: Sarah Wilson x Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, The Wilsons x Bucky Barnes Summary: A little tweak on the cookout scene in TFATWS Warnings: TFATWS spoilers (ep6) Word count: 429 A/N: This can be read as romantic Sarah Wilson x Bucky Barnes, romantic Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, platonic Sarah Wilson x Bucky Barnes, platonic Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes or entirely platonic Sarah Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson

I Think I'm Seeing Triple

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Sam Wilson x Sam Wilson x reader x Bucky Barnes x Bucky Barnes x Bucky Barnes Summary: You just want to get settled in in your hotel room for a weekend conference, when your room is also given to two other attendees of the conference. And then something happens no one can explain and four surprise guests are also in the room Warnings: Smut, oral (f and m receiving), spanking, choking Word count: 3240 A/N: @keanureevesisbae were suffering together because of a post with four pictures each of Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan and then I had a thought and got some inspiration.

I have a wife?! | Bucky x Reader.

Summary: Bucky is drunk and Reader listens to him talking nonsense.

warnings: Fluff, Drunk Bucky. My Writing and Grammar

gif not mine credits to the owner

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"I just need some rest, then let's go back downstairs." he says referring to the party that Tony started.

"You're drunk."

"No I'm Bucky!" he giggles while you help him up the stairs.

"Let's get you to bed you need sleep." You couldn't help but smile, Once you finally reach your room-- that both of you share, He instantly laid down.

"Where's my girrrrlfriend?" He whines, He kicks off his shoes and puts the blanket over him.

"You don't have a girlfriend!" you poured some water into a glass.

He gasps at you, then laughs.

"I have a girlfriend, You're just jealous." You placed the glass of water beside him.

"Bucky I'm your wife, not your girlfriend." He shoots up the bed and asks with a voice too loud.

"I HAVE A WIFE?!" you push him back down the bed and told him to sleep, you brush away a strand of hair from his face, You've never seen him like this before.

"I love you, wife." he mumbled.

"I love you too husband."

Remember Me -Part Two

Summary: The reader has lost all memory of her beloved team. Her beloved boyfriend. The past five years a total blank. Bucky has to keep a watch out for her until she is ready, but will she ever be? 

Warnings: none really

Word Count: 1798

The rain seemed to be never ending as you ran into the lobby of your apartment complex. You sighed shaking yourself off slightly, and went to check your little mailbox. Your eyes made contact with Bucky’s mailbox. You bit your lip it had been almost a month since you last saw Bucky. You remembered falling asleep with him then waking up without him. Something had pulled you toward him. It was almost as if there was some other worldly force was drawing you to him. His smile seemed rare. The way he would have a brief moment of what you could only describe as an awkward pause after he would laugh told you it was something he wasn’t used to doing. 

Which is odd because his laugh could cure anything. Bucky had such a tough exterior. Calloused palms, rough stubble, all black clothing, and such a naturally stoic expression. Yet, underneath it couldn’t of been the case. He was so willing to help fix your heater. His gaze towards you was soft, and he acted as if you would break at the most sudden movement. As you walked into the elevator pushing your floor button, your fingers ghosted your lips. His lips felt like..magic. It felt so right. 

You could feel your cheeks heating up slightly just at the thought. You had jumped too fast into the soft touches and lingering gazing with Bucky...hadn’t you? You groaned tugging on the ends of your hair slightly. Why did it feel so right then? Like there was nowhere else in the world you belonged. You didn’t look up as the elevator doors opened, keeping your eyes glued to your run down pair of black flats. Your thoughts didn’t make sense. You didn’t make sense. You couldn’t bare to try and continue facing the world with these odd thoughts, so you focused on your shoes. 

You were digging through your purse looking for your apartment keys when you heard the elevator ding and open. You don’t take much notice to it until you feel a shift in the air. You feel eyes on you. Carefully you turn your head to make eye contact with none other than the man who occupied your thoughts. Your cheeks heat up once you notice his eyes were already on you. He wore black cargo pants, along with a thick dark blue jacket, and black combat boots. You subconsciously licked your lips. He looked amazing. His hair was in a low bun some strands falling out. 

Bucky couldn’t believe your gaze on him. It seemed so intense as your eyes rapidly scanned his body. He knew you couldn’t control your urge to tug on his hair when it was pulled back. You didn’t know him though. You didn’t remember him. He was surprised you picked him once, but a second time? It seemed impossible. Your gaze seemed to say something else though. Bucky had to quickly shake those thoughts away though. You didn’t remember him. He had to remember that. The kiss was too much. He didn’t know how fragile your mind still was. 

You smiled sweetly and waved sheepishly at Bucky. He seemed to blink back to reality with your action. He gave a small smile, continuing to unlock his apartment door. He sure was an odd man, you thought. You walked into your apartment, kicking off your shoes. But he was a man you wanted to know. He was mysterious, and you were drawn to him. You wanted to know the mysterious man, and nothing was going to stop you. As you were walking to your bedroom to change the pounding pain in your head brought you to your knees.

You had been getting alot of these lately. Usually you would just lie down and sob until they stopped, but today as you closed your eyes in pain something else happened. You started to see images, almost like flashes. A sleek black jet. A man with blonde hair reaching out to you. You feel pain in your hands and you knew that you were uncontrollably teleporting objects around you. No. Stop. You bring your hands to your head. “Welcome, Y/N! I’m Steve.”

Where is that voice? Is it a memory? No it can’t be. I don’t know anyone named Steve. Your breathing picked up as the pain seemed to lessen, but the voice came again, louder this time. “Y/N! Get up! We’re training!” The voice laughed. “I’m going to die, Steve!” It was your voice. You sounded so dramatic. “What is happening!” You yelled, slamming your fists down into the floor. All of the teleporting objects suddenly dropped. You cracked open your eyes while the pain was still slowly subsiding. The light was much too bright. You tried to pick yourself back up to flick it off, but your legs just crumbled underneath you. 

Tears surfacing to your eyes. What is happening to you? Bucky had changed out of his clothes, getting into a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. He had just gotten back from a month long mission, and it wasn’t even assigned to be that long. He was only assigned a week long mission but things got out of control and there was a lot more of a threat than they had initially thought. Bucky had just gotten comfortable on his couch with a beer when his super solider hearing had picked up someone breathing much to heavily. 

He started to worry. Could you be in trouble? No. There was ten other people on this floor alone. Then there was a loud bang followed by your yelling, “What is happening!” That’s when the worry completely consumed him. He quickly got up. running to your apartment. He jammed his extra key Tony had given him into your door. There you were in a small ball with tears running down your cheeks. He took note of everything scattered around the room. You were teleporting objects again. 

You were in the doorway of your bedroom. “Y/N?” Your head snapped up at his soft voice. How was he in here? Why was he in here? “B-Bucky?” Your voice was barley a whisper. It broke his heart. “Are you alright? I heard you.” Your eyes widened at his words. He heard you? How? The pain was almost completely gone, but the voices and images were still haunting you. “I...my head.” Bucky blinked at your words. He understood what had happened. Dr. Cho said this was possible. Horrible headaches. But they shouldn’t be happening for at least two more months, and that was just the best case scenario. 

That would mean she’s started having flashbacks. That’s not possible. “Does it still hurt?” Bucky asked, bending down next to you on the floor. “No, no. It seems fine now.” Your voice sounded so drained. Before he could answer you hesitantly said, “I heard something. It seemed like a dream, but I think it was a memory? I’m not sure.” Bucky’s ears peaked up at the mention of any memories. “About what?” He quickly asked, too quickly. “I mean...i-if you don’t mind sharing. I will listen.” You sighed, smiling slightly. “It was a man. I swear I know him, but I cannot remember a thing about him. He was talking about training?” 

Bucky hoped it was him. You used to love sparring with him. Of course you would always cheat if you started to lose and teleport away. “I t-think I called him Steve.” Bucky’s shoulders slightly fell. “I’m sorry. You must think I’m insane.” “No, of course not.” Bucky’s cheeks tinted pink with the lie he was about to tell. But it was the lie he was prepared to tell it when things like this come up. “Your mom actually had informed me of your health issues.” 

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and confusion. “How?” Bucky stuttered for a moment or two. “As you know I’m an Avenger, and because she noticed I uh l-lived next door s-she told me and Tony about it.” He carefully observed your reaction. You seemed only more confused. You didn’t remember any Bucky being apart of the team. Only people you could remember being on the team was Natasha, Clint, Tony Stark, Thor, Hulk, and Captain America. Even then you hadn’t really kept up with all the gossip and news about them. Your powers not being completely in your control you had wanted to distance yourself from them. 

Once Bucky noticed your deep confusion and noted you hadn’t remembered any new members. It’s a good thing you kept your identity a secret from the public, because they would’ve had a field day with you living a normal life. Bucky cleared his throat to catch your attention again. “May I?” You noticed how he had gotten a lot closer. Your cheeks turned bright pink. You nodded in response not quite sure what he meant. In one effortless movement Bucky had your small form in his arms. The cool metal of his arm tickling your thighs. 

You giggled under your breath. Bucky noticed your small giggle, but didn’t mention it. He was just so happy to hear that beautiful sound instead of seeing you with tear stained cheeks. Bucky carried you to your bedroom carefully laying you down on your bed. You felt the wave of sleep falling over you. Those headaches usually taking everything out of you, but it was ten times worse this time because of the strange flashes. Bucky could tell how tired you were so he wrapped you up in your softest blanket. He knew you had to wrapped up in something to sleep. 

A soft smile graced your lips causing Bucky to smile as well. As he noticed your eyes fluttering shut he started to turn around to leave. Your sleepy voice stopped him, “Stay, Bucky.” It was barely more than a breath. Bucky could feel his neck heating up at your words. “Alright, doll. I’ll sleep on the couch.” You sleepily smiled, mumbling an okay. Bucky needed to call Steve, tell him the good news. Yet, he stood there watching your sleeping form. He wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with you, and cuddle until the sun forced you awake. 

He was internally being torn apart having to act as if he’s never met you before. He already accidentally acted on impulse kissing you once. You are not ready for that yet. Bucky drags his feet to your couch. He dropped his large form onto the small sofa, sighing. Bucky wanted to crawl into a hole. He wasn’t sure if you would ever remember him, and it hurt like hell. He would wait for you for another seventy years if he had to. 

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 Pairing: College!AU Bucky Barnes x female reader

Contains: language, Steve, Sam and Bucky being absolute NERDS, fluff, smut (MDNI), fingering, praise-kink, p in v, oral (f receiving), cream-pie, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Bucky being a vocal fucker, overstimulation, biting, mentions of drinking, Bucky being HOT

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  “Okay, but I’m just saying, hypothetically, would you murder someone for me?” You asked Steve with feigned seriousness. “What the hell kind of question is that?” “A very important one to our friendship, Steve.” “Okay, yes, I guess I would.” “Okay, again, hypothetically, could that someone be James?” He frowned and put his controller down. “Dude…” “I’m just saying, I gotta know where on the friendship-scale I am!” You held your hands up in defeat. “Actually, that’s a good question, that I would also like the answer to.” Bucky interjected, looking up from his phone. “I need to know if I have to sleep with one eye open.” Steve rolled his eyes. “You two are damn idiots.” “You love us.” You said with a grin. “Jamie, are you ever going to get off tinder?” “Nah, I haven’t reached the final boss.” “Pfht. Nerd.”   “He’s not a nerd, he’s a whore.” Sam retorted without looking up from his book.

How you ended up in the same room as certified nerd, Steve Rogers, actual BirdwatcherTM Sam Wilson and notorious playboy James “Bucky” Barnes was beyond you. You knew Sam from years back, and when he introduced them to you, you were sure you’d just straight up hate each other. But no. They had accepted you so quickly, most people found it weird – not many people were granted the VIP access to the Sam/Bucky/Steve-experience, and you had heard several chatters around campus that you were sleeping your way through them. You scoffed at that. You knew you were fully in when you beat Steve massively in Call of Duty, although he vehemently denies it. Sam won’t let him live it down.

If you even thought about sleeping with Steve, bile rose in your throat. It would be just as weird as doing the devil’s tango with Sam – Bucky, though, was an entirely different story. Not that it mattered, because he was not interested in you, and you weren’t really one who had a lot of friends, so you refused to let your minor crush get in the way. Even though Bucky often reminded you of a shaggy rescue-dog from the pound. It might hurt just a little that he was on Tinder and doing his best to date literally anyone but you, but you tried not to let it get to you too much.

“Oh, shit. Can you guys go to the kitchen and grab me some of those cookies?” Steve asked through gritted teeth, tilting his controller and his eyes narrowed at the screen. You glanced at Bucky, who just shrugged. “Why would we need to be two to get you cookies?” Steve glanced at Sam, who was staring at Steve with an unreadable expression. “Oh, uh… Because I also would like a Gatorade.” Sam said. “You could just get off your lazy ass and get one.” You replied but stood anyway and gestured for Bucky to stay in the bed. “I got it, it’s fine.” “You sure? I’ll be more than happy to carry something, doll.” You smiled at him and winked. “I’m a big girl, I have two hands. I got it.” You missed the boys exchange a look – Bucky wasn’t aware either, because his eyes were trained on your ass when you left the room. You did however hear Steve grumble something suspiciously like idiots in love when you left the room, and something like a hard-back book hitting a face, followed by a disgruntled fuck you, punk. Life with the boys.

 Two days later, you were sitting under a tree in the campus-garden, your head on Bucky’s legs and his fingers carding through your hair with his flesh hand, while his metal one kept a tight hold on the book, he was reading. You never asked about it, and he didn’t tell you – not that it mattered much to you, because Bucky was Bucky, and the metallic sheen that always followed him was a part of that. The sun was warming your body and when you looked at Bucky, you saw light freckles spread over his nose. It was cute. “Steve asked me something weird the other day.” He mumbled. You looked up at him. “You too?” Bucky frowned. “Wait, he was weird with you too?” You nodded and his fingers stilled in your hair. “Yup. I’m serious. I don’t know why he’s so invested in my love-life.” You replied. “God, right!? He’s been all up in my business lately, Buck, did you delete tinder? Bucky, have you considered that maybe what you’re looking for is right in front of you?” He imitated Steve’s voice. “He’s acting like I’m dying in a week.” “How weird. He asked me if I had ever considered dating someone from our friend group.” You felt the heat on your cheeks. “And I told him we’re like four people, Steve, and I’m one of them.” You both sat quietly for a moment. “Do you think Steve is trying to set me up with one of you?” You mused. Bucky shrugged. “I don’t know, honestly. Steve’s weird. That’s why he’s an art major.” You laughed and closed your eyes, when Bucky’s fingers began moving through your hair again. “He is weird, isn’t he?” “Just like you.” You scoffed. “I’m not weird.” He chuckled. “Liar. We literally had an hour-long conversation about if I would still love you if you were a sour gummy worm.” You nodded. “It was very important to know!” You laughed. “And if I recall, you were the one who told me I’d look great as a blue and pink gummy worm, and that you didn’t like sour gummy worms, so you were sure you wouldn’t eat me, but just keep me in your pocket at all times.” “And I stand by that.” He grinned at you. “Steve even agreed that you’d be a cute gummy worm.” “Steve is wise like that.”   “Also, he’s very in love with Sam.” Bucky stated. “Oh, I’ve never seen anything like it.” You laughed. “He’s simping so hard, it actually hurts to look at.” “They’ll figure it out in their own time. Sometimes it takes a while to see that friendship isn’t all you want, you know?” You did. “Yeah.” It was quiet for a moment, before Bucky’s phone rang. “Yo, Steve, what’s up?” You could hear the muffled sound of Steve talking, and Bucky frowned and looked down at you. “Wait, seriously?” You frowned too and sat up. “No, I mean, sure, she can… I just… They literally just did that, right? Isn’t it weird that’s it’s already…” He sighed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll let her know.” He hung up and looked at you. “It looks like you have to stay at our place for a while.” “Wait, what?” you pouted. “It smells like ass in your place, no offense.” “Offense very much taken, I try to keep a clean house, I’ll have you know.” He sighed and tightened his bun, blowing a few strands of long hair out of his face. “Anyway, your roommate talked to Steve, for some reason, and your place is getting fumigated.” “Again?” You groaned. “I can’t deal. Literally. Bugs. Again?” He shrugged. “Steve said you’re welcome to stay at our place.” “Thanks. I’ll just call him, hang on.” You pulled your own phone out and saw a few messages from your roommate, telling you to stay very far away from the dorm, because it was nasty as hell and smelled like death. Great. You called Steve. “Hi, Y/N.” “Hey, uh… Thanks for letting me stay while my place gets fixed up.” “Yeah, no issue. I mean, we don’t have a spare room, so you probably have to bunk with Bucky.” You frowned and felt heat rise on your cheeks and neck. “Uh… You have a couch, Steve. I’m not stealing Bucky’s bed.” “Oh. I just thought that maybe…” He trailed off and you heard whispers in the background. “Yeah, cool. Uhm, I think you still have a few t-shirts here from last time, so… You guys just head on back when you’re ready.” You smiled. “Sure. Thanks, Steve. I’ll cook tonight as a thank you.” You hung up and immediately clutched your phone to your chest, when Bucky shouted happily. “YES!” You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What? I can’t eat Sam’s shitty Mac’N’Cheese again.” You laughed.

At the boys’ place, Steve and Sam was leaning over the rackety table in the kitchen, heads close together. “Are you even sure, that they’re into each other?” Sam asked carefully. “Yes! I’ve heard both Bucky and Y/N be like oh, but we’re just friends so nothing can happen. I’m telling you, they’re idiots in love.” Sam sighed. “Well, that was plan A and B. Now what?” Steve grinned wickedly. “Have I told you about plan Z yet?”

 You happily cleaned the dishes from dinner, humming a song under your breath, while the boys were discussing softly in the background (“No, I’m not saying that Garfield two should have won an Oscar, I’m just saying…”) and you glanced back at them, catching Bucky’s eyes. He smiled softly and looked away; his cheeks tinted pink. “Okay, boys, while I love your discourse on movies that deserve an Oscar, but was rudely stripped, like Barbie and the Nutcracker, I need the couch. I’m dead-tired.” Sam nodded and stood, while Steve gasped. “BARBIE AND THE NUTCRACKER!? Take that back, we all know it should’ve been Barbie of Swan Lake, you heathen!” Bucky shook his head at Steve. “Come on, if we’re talking Barbie movies, you all know that Barbie as the princess and the pauper is superior. I will die on this hill.” You all groaned. “I’m not entertaining this discussion. Y/N, can I borrow you for a little bit before we go to bed? I just need your help.” Sam said, shooting Steve a very pointed glance. “Uh, sure…?” You followed Sam to Bucky’s room, where you shifted your weight a little from foot to foot, a little weird about being in here without Bucky. “Sam, what are we…?” “Oh, don’t worry, he just keeps the extra blankets and shit in here. It’s under the bed, can you get it? I’ll find the extra sheets, those are in Steve’s room.” You nodded, albeit a little confused. “Dude, your division of stuff is strange.” “It’s not my fault, I said we should’ve used the closet in the hallway, but those two assholes insisted on keeping their old roleplay-stuff in there. I have way too many hobbit-capes and swords in my closet for my liking.” He grinned. “Be right back.”

You got to your knees and started looking for the extra blankets but couldn’t find any. “Not that I’m complaining about the view, but uh, Whatcha doing in here, doll?” You yelped and jumped a little, knocking your head against the bedframe. “Shit, ouch!” You rubbed the spot, and Bucky hurried to your side. “Fuck, sorry, baby, I thought you heard me come in!” He gently helped you to your feet. “It’s fine, I… Sam said the extra blankets were in here.” Bucky frowned, his hands still on your arms. It made you feel warm. “Uh, no? The blankets are in the box in the living room, what the…” You both turned to the door, where Sam and Steve stood with wide grins on their faces. “Sorry, kiddos, but you two need to talk!” Steve said, laughing a little, before they shut the door and a suspicious scraping sounded from the other side. Bucky rushed to the door, but it was jammed from the outside and you both groaned. “Guys, seriously?” “We’re watching a movie downstairs, and we can’t hear anything! Call us if you need the bathroom or something like that!” Sam’s voice was muffled by the door. “You’re assholes!” You yelled back at them but didn’t get a reply. Bucky sighed and sat down on his bed, patting the spot between his legs. You obliged easily, sliding onto the bed and between his legs, leaning your back against his chest. “Do you know what they meant?” You asked after a few moments. “No, but I rarely understand what the hell Steve and Sam are scheming about. Do you remember last year, where they tried to be all sneaky and weird, and we didn’t understand that they were trying to make sure we both were here for the birthday party?” You laughed. “Yeah, they are pretty shit at doing whatever they’re trying to do.” Bucky wrapped his arms around you. “What do you think they meant by need to talk? We talk all the time.” You asked, but your phone buzzed before Bucky had a chance to answer. “Oh, it’s from Steve.” You read it out loud.

Golden retriever: topics for conversation: gaming. Y/N gaming in buckys red henley. buckys lack of tinder. Why there’s a lack of Tinder. If you are in love. Who you are in love with. Kinks. You sighed as another message ticked in, this time from Sam. Bird-lover: PS: We’ll turn the tv up a LOT so don’t worry we won’t hear anything. Promise. Bucky huffed. “They’ve got some nerve.” You flipped through an appropriate meme to respond with. Female God: 

Bird-lover: Love you too Y/N. One day, youll thank me.

You sighed and threw your phone at the end of the bed, before sitting up and turning to face Bucky with a feigned serious expression. “Jamie. This is very important.” He cleared his throat and his face fell into the same, feigned seriousness as yours had. “Yes, Y/N?” “What are your kinks? And if it has anything to do with bodily fluids, I’ll jump out of the window.” He laughed. “Uh, I mean, I like…” He blushed. “No, fuck you, I can’t. I need beer for that conversation, Y/N.” He jumped off the bed and quickly grabbed two beers from the mini fridge, twisting the caps off; you swallowed thickly at the sight of his arm tensing. He handed you one and sat back down. “I think we should start with something easier.” He said quickly. “Oh?” “Yeah.” You took a sip. “Like… We could talk about you in my red Henley.” “I wore it once, there isn’t much to talk about, Jamie.” “Once was more than enough. It’s yours, now. You need to stop calling me that, by the way.” He said with a smirk. “Why?” You asked, slightly confused. You’d always called him Jamie. He shrugged. “It makes me feel all… gahj.” “Gahj?” “Yup.” You laughed. “Dully noted.” He took a sip from his beer, before his blue eyes found yours. “I’m not going to stop, though, I’ll just be more aware of your face, Jamie.” And sure enough, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he flushed. “You’re an ass.” “You love me.” “Yes, you are my little gummy worm.” You both laughed at that, and conversation flowed easily from there.

When you had emptied the fridge for beers, and even dipped into some weirdly thick vanilla-liquor Bucky had standing in a shelf, the conversation turned. You were feeling warm and tingly, when you laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Seriously, you never answered my question.” He laid down next to you. “Which one? I refuse to answer the question of whether Steve is a top or a bottom, I’m not scarring myself with those mental images.” You chuckled. “No, about your kinks. You blushed, and now I’m curious. And a little drunk.” He chuckled. “Man, that’s… You really want that conversation?” You nodded and turned on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him. “Seriously! I want to know what makes you tick. Or tack. I don’t know what way you swing.” “I swing the personality-way.” You frowned. “Wait, are you pan?” You asked with a surprised smile. “Yup. I mean, my sexuality is like a faulty revolving door. I go all the ways.” You roared with laughter. “Jesus, alright, good for you.” He grinned. “I thought you knew, actually.” “No, but I’m not surprised.” You answered with a shrug. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “What? Really? Most people see me as straight as an arrow.” You laughed at that – Bucky was many things, but straight wasn’t one of them. “There’s no way in hell I’d ever call you straight. Dude, you know the entire soundtrack of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I would be surprised if you were straight.” “Okay, everybody should know the entire soundtrack of that one!” He said with a huff, but then a soft smile fell on his lips. “Seriously, you’re not like… Weirded out by it?” “James. No, why would I be? Sexuality isn’t a one size fits all.” You smiled at him. “I like you for you.” You smiled at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “I also know you’re trying to deter the conversation, and I’m not having it.” He groaned and turned himself, so you were face to face. “Okay, fine. But it’s something for something, just as an FYI. If I have to tell, you do to.” You nodded. “Fair enough. You tell me one, I’ll tell you one.” “Cool. Do I have to start, though?” You rolled your eyes. “No, I can start, you wimp.” You drew a deep breath. “Okay, I like… praise.” He frowned. “Like… Good girl?” You bit your lip and tried your best to ignore the little, horny goblin somewhere in the back of your brain, that began dancing the macarena as soon as Bucky said those two words. “Yup. Among others.” “Like what?” You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nope, that’s not fair. You need to tell me something now.” He sighed. “Fine. Okay, judgement-free zone, right?” You nodded. “So… I, uh… I like breath-play.” Your clit throbbed. Shit. This might’ve been a bad idea. “Like… Receiving or giving?” He gave you a devilish smirk. “Oh, giving, 100 precent.” “Oh.” “Your turn.” “No judgment?” He shook his head. “I like the whole… Like, primal thing? You know, biting, marking?” He smirked. And that’s how the conversation went, until you were nearing dangerous territory – you were wet just from talking about it with Bucky, and you had somehow drifted closer to each other, and the kinks had shifted to general (Bucky was apparently a pleasure-dom, which both didn’t surprise and surprise you) to something that was very specific. Like Bucky had a kink for your hair color. “Okay, I like long hair on men. I don’t know if it’s a kink, really, but it really gets me going, you know?” You whispered and couldn’t hold back your hand, when it went to tug on his bun. He groaned a little and it shot heat straight to your core. “Uhm… I, uh… I have a very specific kink.” He whispered. “Mhm?” He drew a deep breath. “You.” You stopped breathing. What? “I’m sorry?” “Yeah. I have a Y/N-kink. Why do you think I haven’t been on Tinder?” “I thought… I don’t know.” “Is it okay? That I have a Y/N-kink?” he asked softly, his hand slowly sliding up to cup your face. “If it’s okay that I have a Bucky-kink.” You answered just as softly.

His lips touched yours hesitantly, slowly, and almost as if he was scared; you sighed into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of his lips on yours, and he smiled into the kiss, pressing his lips a little harder against yours. You lost control. You mewled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss – Bucky understood you better than you had imagined, and his tongue slid over your lip while he shifted to be on top of you, your legs wrapping around his hips. You kissed as if it was what you needed to breathe. His lips were soft, but slightly chapped, and he kissed you like his life depended on it; it was eager and curious, and you could practically feel the restrain in him. You pulled away for a brief second to find his eyes, your fingers twirling strands of his hair. “I’m not going to break, James.” He growled and kissed you ferociously, teeth dragging against your lips. “Say it again. My name.” “James.” You whined breathlessly, as his hand traveled between the two of you, unbuttoning your pants. “Mhmm… Again.” He whispered and you moaned his name again, arching your back, as his fingers slid against your soaked panties. “Shit, baby, all that just for me, huh?” you preened and moaned something akin to yes fucking yes, it is. He chuckled darkly, moving your panties a little to the side, but stopping before he actually touched you. “Shit, hold on, can you just… Get these off, please.” He mumbled, placing wet kisses on your neck. “Yeah, get off, then. And get naked yourself.” You mumbled back. You had never seen anyone move as fast as he did, and he was standing at the same time as he took his shirt off. You were breathless at the sight of his chiseled body, and you saw the blush on his face. “I, uh… Just… the scars are really bad, you know? Just don’t…” He said, his sleeve still resting against his shoulder of his metal arm. “James. It’s you, there’s nothing bad about you.” You said breathlessly, inching your pants down. His eyes darkened when he saw your soaked panties, and apparently thought screw it, because his shirt flew off, revealing his scars and the full arm. You could understand why he thought they were bad, but mostly, you found them intriguing. Angry, red and pink lines ran all the way around his shoulder, where the metal met the skin, and it reminded you of lightning; it was rough, but there was a beauty in it. You sat up and removed your shirt, leaving you in only your panties. “Come over here.” He obeyed quickly, crawling over you again, pressing his lips to your exposed skin. “Fucking hell, doll, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled against your heated skin, letting his fingers find their way back to your soaked core. This time, he didn’t let the panties get in his way, and simply slid under them, a finger rubbing small circles on your clit. “F-fuck, James…” You moaned, your toes curling. “So good for me, doll… Can you take my fingers?” You nodded furiously, desperate to feel him. He chuckled and kissed and licked the side of your neck, drawing small moans and whimpers from you. “Good girl…” He sucked in a sharp breath as he let two fingers enter you. “Fuck, you feel good around my fingers, baby…” You were practically delirious at this point. He curled his fingers up and began moving, drawing deep sighs and moans from your lips. It felt incredible; his metal hand cool on your exposed skin, while his flesh fingers moved languidly in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me already, doll… You want to cum for me?” He whispered, his lips grazing your collarbone. “Buck…” You moaned his name and rolled your hips to meet his fingers. He chuckled and with his metal hand, he held your face, moving you to face him. “Eyes on me, doll.” Your eyes snapped open, and your pussy fluttered around his fingers. He smirked and began kissing down your breasts and stomach, leaving wet trails on your skin. “You’re going to watch, doll.” You nodded and when his face settled between your legs, he winked at you once, before his mouth descended on you, his tongue flattening against your clit, while his fingers picked up pace. You gasped loudly and your toes curled. Bucky ate you out like a man starved; the sounds were fucking sinful, and the fact that his eyes were on you all the time made you want to die. It was too much, too good, and when his fingers hit the right spot in you, you screamed his name and your hand flew to his hair, holding his head in place as you grinded up against his face. “Good girl… Holy shit, you want to cum, doll? Want to cum for me?” He whispered in between his licks. “Yes, Bucky… Pl-please, please, I want to…” You mumbled, heat licking your veins. It felt like thunder was rumbling through your entire body, your legs shaking and your head a muddled mess from his tongue and fingers, and when he sped up, you lost it completely. You came with a whimper, wetness gushing out from you as he lapped up everything you gave him – you arched up, as pleasure coursed through you, fire licking your insides as you came, and Bucky didn’t let up, until you had to physically pull him away from you. He grinned mischievously and wiped his face, before he climbed on top of you and kissed you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue, and it made you wetter than before – you were rolling your hips up to meet him, and he growled, when your inner thigh came into contact with his hard cock. “Baby…” He kissed you again. “Baby, stop, hang on…” You were delirious. “What, James?” You asked breathlessly and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again. “Condom.” He mumbled against your lips. “I don’t…” He groaned when you tugged on his lip with your teeth. “It’s fine. I’m protected.” You whispered, peppering kisses around his mouth. “I, uh… oh, don’t…” You rolled your hips against him. “Are you sure?” He pulled back slightly and looked you in the eyes. “Yeah, I just want you.” He growled. “Okay, just… Fuck…” He kissed you deeply, his metal hand cupping your face as he lined himself up. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Y/N…” He mumbled and slid inside you. Both of you moaned. “Shit, you feel so fucking good around me…” He grunted as he bottomed out, and his name was like a chant on your lips. He stilled, when he was fully seated in you and exhaled a shaky breath, letting you adjust to him. He was big. He twitched in you, and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling – his head was nudging your cervix and the stretch was unimaginable. You had never in your life felt so damn full, and you were well aware that he would ruin you for any other person. “Please, move.” You whispered, rolling your hips experimentally when the slight burn had stopped. He kissed you deeply, his tongue swiping over yours as he pulled out and slammed back in. “Oh, my God…” You moaned and let yourself be taken completely by him. He rutted into you, burying his thick cock in you over and over, dragging against your walls, and you were shaking at the feeling of him. “Baby, you’re taking me so fucking well… Fuck, it feels so good…” He mumbled, speeding up slightly. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you, baby?” He sped up again, and you felt yourself pulse around him. “Are you going to cum for me again, baby? Want to make a mess out of me, huh?” His Brooklyn accent became thicker, and you nearly lost your damn head at it. “Cum for me, doll, atta girl…” You yelled his name and your nails dug into his shoulders as you came around him, your pussy holding him in a vice-grip. He grunted as you gushed over him, chuckling happily. “Oh, such a fucking good girl, look at you…” He moaned as you clenched around him again. “Fuck, turn around.” He pulled out of you slowly, helping you turn to your stomach – you began propping yourself up on unsteady hands and knees, but he kissed your shoulder and pressed you down on your stomach. “No, baby, just lay here…” Oh. He slid inside of you again and you mewled when he bottomed out; the new position was deeper and harder than before, and you felt him twitch inside of you again. “You should see how you’re just swallowin’ me up, baby girl…” He moaned your name. “Can I be rougher with you, doll?” You nodded and moaned. He kissed your shoulder and began fucking you again, driving his cock deeply inside of you. “Good, ‘cause I want to fucking mark you…” You whimpered and clenched around him at that. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Bein’ marked up by me, letting everyone see who you belong to, huh?” “Y-yes, Buck…” “Say my name.” He whispered, his teeth grazing your shoulder. “James!” You shrieked when he angled his hips and drove himself as deeply as he could, picking up the pace. “That’s my girl.” You could feel his smile on your skin, before his lips found your neck and bit down, while he fucked you furiously, clearly aiming to fucking kill you. You screamed and clamped down on him, your third orgasm rolling over you as a tidal wave, your entire body tensing as you came; it was too much, and you felt the wetness pool under you. “Oh, there she is… Shit, doll, fuck…” you barely heard his words at this point, bliss running rampant through your body. He gasped and moaned, placing both hands on your lower back and propped himself up, holding you with bruising force as he fucked you roughly, skin slapping against skin in a symphony with your collective moans. “Come on, baby, you have one more in you…” “I c-can’t, please…” “You can, baby, I got you…” He slowly slid to the side, bringing you with him, and spooned you, still rutting into you – his hand slid between your legs and found your throbbing clit. You gasped and your entire body twitched, while he chuckled and sped up, his rhythm faltering slightly. “There you go, baby…” He mumbled, leaving love-bites on your skin. You were overheating at this point, your entire body shaking. “Fuck, I’m gonna… Oh, fuck!” A broken scream ripped through your throat as you came hard, soaking his cock and the sheets underneath you. He roared and came a second after you, his hands holding you tightly to his body. You almost came again from the feeling of his hot cum filling you. “You’re awfully squirmy for someone, who just came, doll…” He whispered in your ear, his lips kissing the shell of your ear. Your eyes flew open, when he began rubbing small circles on your clit, still fucking into you lazily. “No, I can’t, Jamie…” You moaned, and somewhere deep inside your brain, you knew he wasn’t going to stop unless you came again. And maybe a time again after that. “You’re going to cum for me, baby? Want me to be in you, keeping all my cum in you while you cum?” He mumbled, rubbing your clit faster. You mewled and your pussy fluttered around his still-hard cock, so close it hurt. “There you go, baby…” He bit down on the juncture between your shoulder and neck at the same time as he pressed against your clit and snapped his hips into you.

You came hard, clamping down on him and let the pleasure run over your body let rays of sun warming your skin. It was incredible.

 What felt like hours later, he pulled out of you, kissing your skin as much as he could, before he went to his closet and found a small towel to clean you with. You laid back and let him, watching him through hooded eyes. His hair had come out of the bun and framed his beautiful face, a small smile lingering on his lips. He threw the towel to the ground, and climbed back into bed with you, letting you settle with your head on his chest, his arms clutching you tightly. “So…” You said in a hoarse voice. “That was…” “Yeah.” He kissed you softly on your forehead. “I, uh… You might have a few bruises here and there.” He chuckled. “Oh, you think I mind?” You laughed. “I don’t mind at all. Unless you mind…?” You asked slowly, biting your lip. “What? No, not at all!” He lifted your head with two fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “Seriously, I meant it when I said I’ve been waiting for a while to do this.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Steve and Sam have been bugging me about it for months, but I never really worked up the nerve to say anything.” You grinned. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I’ve been the same way. Steve has been a right dick trying to get me to talk to you about it.” You frowned. “Oh my god… They’ve been trying to set us up.” Bucky gasped. “Holy shit, that’s why he wanted us both to go to the kitchen the other day!” “And I’m sure that if I texted my roommate to tell her I was coming over to get clothes, she’d refuse me entrance. I think they’ve been conspiring for a while.” You laughed. “God, we’re actual idiots.” “Yeah. Hey, so… You know how Steve gave us conversation topics?” You nodded. “Well… Uhm, to take one of them… I am in love.” He whispered. “Oh, really?” You grinned, drawing lazy circles on his chest with your finger. “Mhm. Actually have been for a while. Remember the other day, where you asked if I was on Tinder?” You nodded. “I wasn’t. I haven’t dated for… Maybe six months, now? I don’t know. I, uh… Well, you came along and somewhere along the line, I kind of fell in love with you.” “Kind of?” You asked with a smirk. He rolled his eyes. “I fell in love with you, you pedantic whore.” He laughed. “I think it happened when you tried to help Steve move that awful couch into the living room. You scrunched your nose up. “Yeah, that pink travesty was really something.” He nodded. “I just remember looking at you and you looked at me with this like… Almost secretive smile, as if I knew exactly what you were thinking, even though I’ve never been able to keep up with you, really.” He kissed your forehead again. “And something just clicked for me. I can’t really say what. It just did. Maybe I always had a thing for you, but it was just in that moment, it really… Solidified.” “I know when I fell in love with you. I mean, I didn’t fall as much as willing walked right into it, but I remember when.” “You’re in love with me?” He asked with a boyish grin on his lips. “Yes, you idiot.” You stretched and kissed him softly. “I was a complete sucker for you from the beginning. I just… Fell in love in the same moment, as you lend me your hoodie, the one no one wears, at the bonfire. You just shrugged and put some of my hair behind my ear after I put it on and told me it never looked better.” “Oh, yeah, I remember that night. Honestly, I haven’t worn it since. It’s yours now.” You smiled. “Good.” “You’re mine too, you know, right?” He asked. You laughed. “I know.” A moment of silence fell between you and you couldn’t help yourself from letting your hand travel down to his cock. It seemed unfair that he had a chance to taste you, feel you, but you didn’t have a chance to do the same to him. He hissed when you made contact with it and wrapped your hand around it, slowly stroking it. “Fuck…” he moaned. “As much as I like feeling myself get hard in your hand, we should, oh…” You grinned at him. “Fuck, you’re good with your hands…” He placed a hand over yours and forced you to stop moving. “Baby, we should get some water. And food. Definitely food.” You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only if food entails Chinese, or I’m breaking up with you.” He laughed. “We haven’t even said that we’re dating yet, and you’re already trying to break up with me?” You both got out of the bed and began getting dressed. “Well… Are we?” You asked. He walked to you, wrapping his arms around you and leaned his forehead against yours. “Baby, do you want to be my girl?” You kissed him deeply, your heart fluttering at the feeling of his lips against yours. You could do this forever, if you got the chance.

“If you get me Chinese.” He roared with laughter. “Deal. I’ll just… We need the boys to open the door.” You pulled your phone from the bed, and typed a message in the group-chat. ASSHOLE PATROL

The female god: You can open the door, we talked Metal detector: Actually, we talked with our bodies Bird-lover: gross Golden retriever: ew but ill unlock the door but only because Y/N asked Bird-lover: literally cant be assed with bucko The female god: fair and valid point I am the best and we all know it Metal detector: you guys are assholes and im hungry

 The door opened a few seconds later to a smiling Steve, who cocked an eyebrow. “It smells like love and vanilla liquor in here.” “You smell like not telling your crush you’re in love with him.” Bucky deadpanned, grabbing your hand and led you to the kitchen, handing you a flyer from the Chinese place closest to their house. Steve came down the stairs with wide eyes, and you grinned deviously at him. “Steve, either you tell him…” You exchanged a look with Bucky, who grinned widely. “Or payback is a bitch.” He finished.

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I Know You

This is part two for I Know Who You Are so if you haven’t read that I recommend you start there first.

I Know Who You Are(p.1)

Summary- This is just Civil War, my guys.

Warnings- angst, fluff, swearing, angst again cuz that’s basically all this is.

A/N: I know this took a while to get out but I just wasn’t in the right headspace to write all of this sweet sweet angst. I’ve decided to make this four parts. Part one- CAWS (you knew that), Part two- CACW (You also knew that), Part three- Infinity War, and part four- End Game (which I’m sure you guessed already). I will have a tag list for this so if you want to be tagged let me know. We also have a tag list for people who want to be tagged in all of our fics so let us know if you want on that.

Lagos-

“Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It’s a good target.” Wanda’s voice was calm and quiet through my earpiece. I sat not far from her, just close enough where I could see her.

“There’s an ATM on the south corner, which means?” Steve asked

“Cameras.”

“Both cross streets are one-way.”

“So compromised escape route.”

“Means our guy doesn’t care about being seen. He isn’t afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?”

“The red one? It’s cute.” I let out a small laugh at her remark careful not to draw any attention to myself.

“It’s also bulletproof,” Nat spoke up.

“Meaning private security.” I finished for her.

“Which means more guns,” Nat added with a little extra sass than she had before. “Which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us.”

“When is it not our headache?” I sarcastically added picking at the napkin in front of me.

“Eyes on target, folks.” Steve interrupted keeping us on track. “This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months. I don’t want to lose him.” Sam laughed at him through the comms.

“If he sees us coming, that won’t be a problem. He kinda hates us” he added.

“Sam, you see that garbage truck? Tag it.”

“That trucks loaded for max weight and the drivers armed.” my heart rate quickened as I got ready for the fight ahead of us.

“It’s a battering ram,” Nat said.

“Go now!” Steve slipped into his captain voice instantly and the rest of the conversation slipped from my mind as I stood and casually made my way around the corner from the cafe. Hopping on to my motorcycle and waiting for Nat to make her way around the corner as well. When I heard her coming I started up the bike.

“You going my way,” she asked into the comms as she passed me. I let out a small laugh before driving off after her.

“Only if you can keep up,” I joked as I pulled passed her, both of us racing in the direction of the gunfire. I leapt from my bike shortly after Nat throwing punches at the first guard I saw, trying to make my way towards Rumlow.

“I got him!” Nat yelled to me and I focused on keeping the rest of the guards off of her while she fought Rumlow. The vehicle behind me exploded distracting me long enough to get knocked down by one of the guards. My vision went black as my head bounced off the pavement and for a second I was falling from the helicarrier again. Falling from Bucky. Bucky. My vision flooded with white as I opened my eyes just in time to roll away from the kick one of the guards was about to hit me with. I quickly jumped up and slammed his head into the vehicle effectively knocking him out. Jumping on our bikes me and Natasha raced in the direction that Sam was flying.

“I got four their splitting up!” Sam said into the comms.

“I got the two on the left. (Y/N), keep civilians out of harm,” Nat said.

“ On it.” I started ushering people away from the scene. It became increasingly more difficult as the gunfire started. People were scattered everywhere and I moved to keep them away from the individual fights. I spotted Steve and ran over to where he was fighting Rumlow.

“Whos your buyer?” I heard him ask.

“You know he knew you?” Rumlow asked before glancing over at me and back at Steve. “ Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky.” he spit out. I wanted to punch him for saying his name.

“What did you say?” Steve asked dragging Rumlow closer to him.

“He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. Till they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me.”My heart was racing in my chest and I felt like I was going to throw up. I wanted to go to Steve but I couldn’t force myself to move. I wanted to shut Rumlow up but I needed to hear what he had to say. I needed to. “‘Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go you gotta go.’…and you’re coming with me.” he glanced back at me with a wicked look in his eyes. “ You and your girlfriend. ” before either of us could make a move he pushed the trigger and begun to explode. It felt like time slowed down and my heart stopped until Rumlow let out a scream. I realized Wanda was containing the explosion. Relief flooded through me and Wanda threw him into the air. I wanted to cry in relief. Steve was okay. Thank god Steve was okay. My relief was cut short as Rumlow exploded my gaze lifting up to where he was. Horror flooding through me as the explosion envelops part of the building.

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“Nat, I can’t sign them,” I said after Steve had left.

“Maybe it’s the right thing to do.” We were both staring out into the city from the window in the compound. “Maybe it’s something we all have to do. To stay together. You know that’s all Tony wants right.” I glanced back at Tony who had returned to his chair and then around the room before sighing.

“You heard the way Ross talked about us. We’re not going to be working for the U.N. We are going to be their weapons. I know why Tony wants this. I really do. I just… I just can’t back this one.” she let out a sigh as she took in my words.

“So, you’re retired then?”

“I mean. I am one hundred years old. I think it’s about time.” I joked with her masking the sadness in my voice.

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The news was filled with reports of the Winter Soldiers attack on the U.N. I quickly pulled up my hood and made my way towards the building, keeping an eye out for Sam or Steve. If they were going to do something stupid, which they definitely were, then I was coming with them. I spotted Sam sitting in a crowded cafe and made my way towards him.

“Sam,” I greeted finding him sitting at the counter and I sat next to him.

“Oh no! I am not getting involved in whatever fight is going to happen between you and Steve.”

“Sam! Look, I need to be there. I need to come with. I can’t just sit around being.. Retired.” he let out a small laugh at my words. “Besides, you two idiots couldn’t last a day without me.” Sam faked offense before bumping shoulders with me. I was thankful for Sam. He was loyal to Steve and I had grown to trust him with my life. More than that I had grown to trust him with Steves. Not that I would ever tell Sam this but I was glad he was our friend.

“Fine. Fine, you have my vote.” I shook my head at him and stole his coffee.

“Thanks, Sam.”

“Don’t make me take that vote back.”

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“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this” Steve said to me as we snuck into Bucky’s apartment building.

“I can’t believe you think you could stop me.”

“Just watch the stairs, please.”

“You got it.” I gave him a soft nod enough so he knows that I’m okay. Enough so he knows that I have his back and I trust him with whatever he is about to do.

Everything was quiet as I stood in the corner of the stairs, hoping that anyone who might see me would think that I was waiting for someone.

“They’ve set the perimeter” Sams voice came through the comms. My heart started to pound as they started to make their way up the stairs.

“Fuck it.” I grumbled and silently dashed up the stairs to where I knew Steve was. To where Bucky was. I opened the door as quietly as possible and shut it behind me. My eyes focusing on Bucky before I tore them away. ”Steve,” I spoke causing both men to turn to me.

“I told you to wait,” he growled.

“Yeah, well you didn’t say for how long and it was either here or draw a lot of attention.” my eyes flicked back to Bucky before I spoke again. “We’re out of time. We have to go.” the words had barely left my mouth when we were under attack. Quickly the three of us began taking down German police. Someone started to shoot and Bucky pulled me behind him using his arm to shield us from the bullets, only for Steve to step in front of him a moment later guarding the three of us with his shield. I followed bucky out the door helping him taking down anyone who was trying to stop us. Bucky made a jump for the window barely making it to the opposite rooftop only to be taken down by a man in a black suit. “Steve, opposite roof.” was all the warning I gave before taking a running jump for it. My chest slammed into the edge of the wall and I pulled myself up the rest of the way thanking the gods for kevlar. I ran to where Bucky and the stranger were fighting and quickly tackled the man away from him, only for him to throw me off and make a b-line back towards him. Bucky made a run for it making his way down the building the man not far behind him as I got up and followed shortly behind this time with Steve directly behind me. We made our way to an underpass my sole focus on keeping Bucky alive.

“(y/n), stay on Bucky. I have an idea.”

“On it, Cap” I didn’t need to be told twice I pushed myself a little more to slightly close the gap between us and ran where ever he did. Just when we had made our way out of the underpass Bucky pushed a man from his motorcycle spinning it in the air and climbing on. Damn. I shook my head of the image and spoke “He’s on a motorcycle heading your way. Mind giving me a lift?” I asked no one in particular.

“On my way” Sam spoke. I didn’t have to wait long before Falcon scooped me up carrying me towards the fight. “Where too, sweetheart.” he joked.

“Call me sweetheart again and I’m breaking your wings.” I sassed back. Just when we were caught up the roof caved above us causing sam to involuntarily drop me and I rolled across the pavement. I quickly got up and ran to where Steve was only to quickly be surrounded by cops… and Rhodey.

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I stood next to Steve watching Bucky getting his evaluation. Anxiety filling my chest. Tony walked past me with a question in his eyes he already knew the answer to and I shook my head. I let the conversation Steve was having flow to the background as I focused on the screen. Suddenly everything went black. I quickly turned to Steve the small amount of fear in his eyes telling me everything I needed to know. He grabbed my arm and took off running keeping me close behind him. After a while, he let go and I followed behind Sam. the first thing I noticed is the cage, for lack of a better word, that they were keeping bucky in was empty. Steve ran into the room.

Sam had barely entered the room when Bucky took a swing at him. At first, I thought it was a mistake. It had to be right?. Once the fight drug on I knew it was no longer Bucky. Sam was thrown against the cage and Steve focused his attention on Bucky. I quickly made my way to where Sam had landed to make sure he was alright. When I moved to check his pulse and he let out a grown.

“I’m starting to hate that guy.” I didn’t have time to focus on what he was saying my eyes snapped up to Steve and Bucky in time to see Steve thrown down an elevator shaft. I followed Sam through the sea of people being evacuated cursing when we found the abandoned sweater of the doctor who had been in charge of evaluating Bucky.

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“Hey guys, your boys up,” Sam spoke breaking the silence. Steve and I quickly made our way to where Bucky was.

“Steve?” Bucky spoke and I had to fight to keep my feet where they were.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?”

“Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to were newspapers in your shoes “ he let out a soft laugh and I couldnt help the smile that grew on my face as I looked to Steve.

“That’s not in a museum is it, Stevie?” Steve rolled his eyes at me jokingly

“I told you not to call me Stevie.” He joked back causing Sam and me to let out small laughs. Steve didn’t let the moment last too long before he was asking questions. Questions about the doctor and what he wanted. I allowed myself to slide down the wall so I was sitting on the floor as Bucky told his story. I listened, of course, but for most of it, I was trying not to slip back down my own memory lane.

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Bucky and I sat in the back of an old bug with Sam in the front.

“Can you move your seat up?” Bucky spoke.

“No.” I rolled my eyes at sams tone and place my feet on the back of the seat ‘accidentally” kicking him.

“Whoops” I joked as I looked out the side window.

“I’m not doing it.”

“I just said whoops.” I could practically hear Sam rolling his eyes and he was true to his word he didn’t move his seat up but I was able to get a small smile from Bucky so I counted it as a win. Moving my feet back down to the floor I leaned forward, “Is he actually going to get our stuff or is he just going to flirt?” I joked. Sam let out a soft laugh before responding.

“Give the man a break. He needs a little love.” Sam joked back.

“All I’m saying is while we are all wanted it might not be the time.”

“Or it’s the best time.” the car fell silent for a moment. Until Steve and Sharon began to kiss. Causing Me and Sam to laugh. “Told you so. Best. time.” I rolled my eyes going back to my seat. With a small laugh. I risked a glance over to Bucky smiled giving him a light shrug trying to hold back the heat rising to my cheeks when he smiled back. I looked away in time to see Steve pulling away from Sharon. Once he glanced towards I could tell by the look on his face we were all giving him the same look.

“So, I have a question,” Sam said turning slightly to face me while grinning.

“I’m not kissing you.” I sassed.

“That wasn’t it.”

“Bucky’s not going to kiss you either.”

“No. Does kissing Captain America-”

“Oh god” I groaned trying to hold back a laugh.

“Count as service to our country.”

“Please stop talking.” I laughed.

“Because I mean she served him… some tongue” he added through laughter and I let my head hit the window of the car as I groaned at his joke.

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I was running behind Sam and Bucky. I just had to get bucky out safe. Bucky out safe and then protect Steve… from our friends.

“What the hell is that?” Buckys voice broke me from my concentration.

“Everybodys gotta have a gimmick.” the man in the red and blue suit quickly threw Sam to the side before moving to Bucky. I stopped dead in my tracks when he easily stopped one of Bucky hits.

“Wow, cool you have a metal arm?” before I could process the voice sam flew back around taking the kid with him.

“I’m sorry. Stark brought a child?” I asked partially into my comms and partially to no one.

“Apparently he’s called Spiderman,” Steve answered.

I leaned over the rails look at the two men currently webbed to the ground trying to hold back my laughter.

“Don’t even start. Just get me out.” Sam barked at me. I ran down the stairs cutting Bucky free and then moving over to Sam.

“For the record, I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, you didn’t help much either.” I rolled my eyes and flipped him off before we started in the direction fo the Quinjet. We wall stood in a line looking across at our friends. I looked over to Steve as Sam spoke.

“What are we doing cap?”

“We fight”

After throwing a few punches with Nat I made my way over to Bucky and Steve in time to see Antman turning huge. The three of us mad our way to the qinjet barely making passed falling rubble. Once inside we were stopped in our tracks by Nat.

“You’re not going to stop” she spoke

“You know I can’t”

“I’m going to regret this.” Instantly I put up my guards for a fight only for her to hit T’challa.  Quickly the three of us ran to the quinjet leaving Nat behind to fight off  T’challa.

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I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest as we watched the video. The video of Tony’s parents getting killed by the Winter Soldier. A tear fell down my cheek. I couldnt imagine what Tony was going through right now. I placed myself between tony and bucky hoping it wouldn’t come to this. It all happened so fast after Tony hit Steve. I placed a kick behind his knee and he took me down with him.

“You’re going to fight for him? For a monster?” Tony asked holding me to the ground. “I saw you like family. “ his voice was broken as he spoke his mask coming down over his face. “I loved you like you were my own child.” He spoke through his mask. I kicked against his chest pushing him off of me and he instantly turned to Bucky and they began to fight. No matter what we said to him Tony couldn’t see past his grief. Not that I could blame him. I wished he could but I saw all of the reasons why he couldn’t. Reliving the pain of your parents passing had to be a new kind of suffering. Learning that everything you thought you knew about their death was a lie. Learning that a man you considered a friend knew all along an never said a word. I knew why Tony had to fight. I just hoped when the dust settled that he would see why we had to as well. The building began to crumble around us as we fought. Each punch to Tony broke my heart, he was like a father to me, but I couldnt let him kill Bucky not when I was so close to getting him back.

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On the way to Wakanda Bucky and I caught up, in a I’ll talk to you later kinda way. With stories, half finished and half-truths that the other caught but doesn’t say anything. I knew what was going to happen when we got to Wakanda. I understood why he needed to do it so I held back my tears and replaced them with cheese jokes I knew would get a smile. A smile I wanted to memorize. Once there Steve left us on the jet for a moment alone.  

“This is what’s best,” he spoke after a moment of silence.

“I know, Buck.” I kept my gaze focused on my hands. Slowly I watched his feet come into view as if he was unsure of what he was going to do one he reached me. His hand found its way under my shin and he lifted my gaze so that our eyes would meet. I wanted to apologize. Apologize for the sadness I knew he saw there. I watched him fight for the right words to say for a moment before speaking.

“This won’t be the last time you’re seeing me, doll.” I wasn’t sure if he used the old nickname for my benefit or because it felt right but I was thankful that he did it. I gave him a soft smile and felt my cheeks flush slightly under his gaze.

“We’ve met under less likely circumstances already.” I joked. He just nodded in response. He leaned in and placed a soft fleeting kiss on my lips before turning and leaving in the direction that Steve went. As I watched him walk away I gently placed my fingers on my lips as if trying to convince myself that it truly happened and let myself cry.

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buckygrantbarnes writing challenge!

hey y’all! So I wanted to host a writing challenge for my fellow writers out there! This is a great way for new writers to get some recognition, as a lot of people will see your work.

Writing challenge masterlist

Rules

It would be great if you were to reblog for a signal boost!

You must send an ask to claim the prompt

2 characters per prompt, 2 prompts per writer.

Specify number and type (concept, dialogue, or AU) in your ask, and character

Whenever a prompt is fully taken, a line will be through it

For concepts, it doesn’t have to be exact, you can switch out who does what thing

All MCU characters accepted. I would love to see more Sam, and Pietro, but that’s just me..

If you do Peter Parker, make sure the reader is also under 18, and put an FFH spoiler warning if the story includes it. (Someone pls write mysterio I’m a hoe for him, or jake?)

They don’t have to be an X reader, but it’s preferred

Any genre is accepted. For smut, you must be 18+ (or the age of consent in your country) to write it. No non-con.

To be added to the Masterlist at the end, tag me and use the hashtag #buckygrantbarnes writing challenge

There is no deadline for requesting a prompt, but The deadline for fics being posted is September 1st.

I will be adding fics to the list as they come in.

No maximum, or minimum word count for fics. If it’s a series, please tag me in all and have a masterlist for the series

Have fun!

Prompts

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Dialogue prompts

“If you touch me again, I'll break your fucking neck.” Bucky= @the-omni-princess Loki= @william-snekspeare15

“I can’t…! I can’t see you anymore!” Bucky= @darkphoenixrisingwrites

“You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?” Sebastian Stan= @your-imagine Bucky? @legendsofwholock

“I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.” Loki= @adefectivedetective

“I hate asking for help.” Loki Laufeyson= @ladybugsfanfics

“Are you hitting on me?” Bucky= @darkphoenixrisingwrites

“Babe, where is my...oh...you look better in it anyway.” Mysterio= @lokis-scepter-101

“Sweets, are you drunk?” Bucky= @bells-writes Chris Evans= @time-travel-bouqet

“Please be more careful love, you’re too clumsy.”: Sebastian Stan= @barney-james

“Did I buy a convertible last night?” Tony Stark= @my-capsicle-is-melting

”You fainted right into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Chris Evans= @your-imagines

”You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Bucky= @fichoe21

”Look at me—just breathe, okay?” Bucky= @xbuchananbarnes

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Bucky= @gigglygwil

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“Do that again, I dare you” Sebastian Stan= @sebssssthighssss

“Sit on my lap” Bucky Barnes= @wordywarriorwrites

“I feel like I’m sweating my ass off”

Concept prompts

Reader works for a tattoo parlor and Character wants them to design their first tattoo.

Character is scared of the thunder and Reader tries to calm them down during an particulary heavy strom. Bucky = @beautyisthemoon93

Reader having to help Character undress after an injury. : Sam Wilson = @ironmandeficiency Mysterio= @whistlingwillows

Character makes an unexpected toast in honor of Reader.

Character and Reader are neighbors, and Reader keeps waking Character up by setting a really loud alarm in the middle of the night. Why they do this is up to you. Steve Rogers= @kayla-kaboo

Reader and Character wearing matching Halloween costumes or ugly Christmas sweaters. Or any matching outfits. Pietro maximoff= @ravennawritesfanfiction

A friend drawing on Character and Reader's faces when they sleep. They wake up to see each other faces covered in silly doodles.

Reader and Character go on a camping trip. Reader forgets to bring a sleeping bag, so they have to squeeze into Character's sleeping bag with them. : Bucky = @gigglygwil Tom Holland= @fanatic1997

Reader getting shy about being naked in front of Character for the first time.

Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your wrist or somewhere and while Reader has an absolutely unhelpful 'hey' written on them, Character has something very unique and weird. : Bucky = @the-omni-princess Natasha Romanoff= @thebookwormslytherin

Reader is a famous theatre actor/dancer/singer. Character is their fan. They always cheer really loud for Reader, and Reader goes up to them one day after a show, either out of annoyance or worry for the other's vocal chords. Tony= @ironmandeficiency

Reader and Character sharing soft kisses, lips barely touching, just chaste little things that leave both parties irrationally breathless. Carol Danvers= @ladybugsfanfics Sebastian Stan= @shxrirogers

Reader and Character struggling to find each other in a crowded place. Fortunately, Reader knows just the thing.: bucky= @mareli-carter

Reader reading in bed while Character rests their head on Reader's shoulder, sleeping. Bucky= @kentuckybarnes peter parker= @bitchassbucky

Character posts a picture of Reader somewhere and it becomes a meme.

Au prompts

Dectective AU

Neighbor AU: Bucky= @sugarfreecapsicle

Singer AU

Librarian AU: Bruce Banner= @magnitude101999

Nurse/ Doctor AU: Bucky= @buckybarnes-xyou Steve Rogers = @lxnarholland

Biker AU: Bucky= @thefvcker-tucker

Parent AU (one character has a child or both): Bucky= @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Baker AU

Coffee shop AU: Sebastian Stan = @barney-james

High School AU: Bucky= @friday-ocean

Professor AU- Steve Rogers= @xbuchananbarnes

This is a pretty popular trope so I feel like there have to be a few of these fics out there, can someone help me find them? If not, anybody want to write them for me? Hitting a little close to home and I need some support from our favorite boys...

Reader insert where y/n gets dumped unexpectedly (she thought it was gonna be a long term thing, she thought chemistry was great). Who is there to comfort her? Steve or Bucky or Chris or Seb! But not Stucky because I’m not about that life.

Tagging some people who might be able to help me and I’m sorry in advance but I’m a needy bitch because I just got dumped in a text:

@all1e23 @suz-123 @cametobuyplums @eurynome827 @tropicalcap @youngmoneymilla @blacktithe7 @avengerscompound @prettyyoungtragedy @bolontiku @fortheloveofjbbarnes @teamcap4bucky @buckybarnes-xyou @captain-ariel-barnes @kentuckybarnes @jaamesbbarnes