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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year
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Hi! My name is Sam (she/her) and if you haven't already guessed, I am absolutely obsessed with Bucky! I started one series that is currently ongoing. Requests are open, please don't be shy! I would love to make your vision come to life. I also really like to hear everyone's ideas! Follows, re-blogs, comments, and likes are all appreciated more than you know. Let's all be kind! This is a safe space for everyone!
Warnings: Spicy❤️‍🔥|| Angst🔮|| Fluff✨
One Shots:
You're My Home -Super soft wedding night smut. Imagine fluff x infinity.
Big Bad White Wolf Series (Ongoing) -After graduating college, you receive an internship working at The Avengers Compound working with Veterans. Your first and biggest assignment will test you in every way possible.
Meeting
Huff & Puff
What Big Eyes You Have- Part One
What Big Eyes You Have-Part Two 🔮✨
Coffee 🔮✨
Feeling Bad 🔮✨
Confessions 🔮✨
Good Morning 🔮✨
Sharing A Bed ❤️‍🔥🔮✨
Taking Control ❤️‍🔥🔮✨
Wake Up Call ❤️‍🔥
Dreaming of a *White* Christmas ❤️‍🔥🔮✨
New Year's Eve- Part 1 ✨
New Year's Eve- Part 2 ❤️‍🔥
Be My Valentine ❤️‍🔥🔮✨
Time Goes On 🔮✨
Total Eclipse Of The Heart 🔮
I Love You In Every Universe ❤️‍🔥🔮
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capibuck · 2 years
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Alpine, day one.
"Come here, princess"
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lunarwildrose · 9 months
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Happy Independence Eve. I'm gonna tell my kids this is Captain America and the Winter Soldier. @octobernocturne
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haroldgeorge · 2 years
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Speaking of Bucky... #haroartist #harostyle #havefunwithyourart #buckybarnes #bucky #marveljuly22 #falconandthewintersoldier #marveljuly #marvelcomics #wintersoldier #sebastianstan #marvelharo #wintersoldierharo #whitewolf #sketchcardharo #wipharo #upperdecksketchcard #alluresketchcard #psc #buckyharo (at Turlock, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfxAT0MPlpo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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oscarwrg · 2 years
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#LEGO_Galaxy_Patrol #LEGO #BuckyBarnes #WinterSoldier #WhiteWolf @marvelstudios @marvel @disneyplus @lego @lego_group https://www.instagram.com/p/CcvLZq5rAP-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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punkbarnes2 · 2 months
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I did this back in the new year passing, and just now i noticed that i didn't post this on Tumblr.
I got a little carried away drinking wine and champagne at the new year that I couldn't finish this, (Bucky did it too, it's canon to me)
#wallacewells#scottpilgrim#scottpilgrimtakesoff#scottpilgrimcomics#drunkhomosexual#buckybarnes#jamesbuchananbarnes#jamesbarnes#wintersoldier#whitewolf#sebastianstan#trophyhusband#sassybucky#naughtybucky#malewife#manbun#cozybucky#cozy#mcu#marvel#marvelfanart#stevebucky#stucky#ipadartist#ipad8#procreate#procreateart#apple#digitalart
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patrick-hatfield · 1 year
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WINTER SOLDIER #wintersoldier #marvel #buckybarnes #captainamerica #sebastianstan #avengers #mcu #ironman #steverogers #blackwidow #chrisevans #bucky #avengersendgame #spiderman #thor #thefalconandthewintersoldier #jamesbuchananbarnes #falcon #infinitywar #loki #marvelcomics #avengersinfinitywar #tonystark #marvelstudios #hulk #whitewolf #endgame #stucky #civilwar #carterbaizen https://www.instagram.com/p/Cogd57cstmY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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manchildendeavours · 1 year
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Rewatching @falconandthewintersoldier After shooting the flash back bucky so starting with the white wolf gonna do all the characters from the series the first disney plus wave killed it so hard but haven’t actually taken pictures of them yet so looking forward to the week ahead please 🙏 LIKE SHARE FOLLOW 🙏if youre into all things marvel dc horror and metal #marvel #mcu #toyart #marvellegends #marvellegendscommunity #marvellegendscollector #custommarvellegends #marvellegendsart #hasbromarvellegends #marvellegendsseries #marvellegendsuk #marvellegendscustoms #toyphotography #photoshop #procreate #theplasticpagesuk #marvelcinematicuniverse #acba #thewintersoldier #buckybarns #captainamerica #Sebastianstan #Wintersoldier #whitewolf https://www.instagram.com/p/CnK8RhCuZ_s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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voidcap · 2 years
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These spot the difference games are just getting too hard nowadays. I present, Sebastian Stan and Richard Madden - long lost brothers.
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superiorhart · 3 years
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Patiently waiting for these scenes to happen
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anotherweirdgirl · 2 years
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Sorry I still have a thing for the winter soldier...
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whitexwolfxx310 · 10 months
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Time Goes On
Pairing: Bucky x female reader
Summary: Bucky gets called to go on a Hydra mission
Warnings: Y/N, 18+, Cursing, Light sexual content, super fluff, and angst.
Word Count: 5304
A/Ns: I'm starting to have a bit of writers block. If anyone has ideas please let me know! I would love to incorporate them into the storyline.
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Previous Part
Master List
Life with Bucky has become the new norm. It’s easy for him to slip into his typical routine, but every once in a while you like to stir things up. Although you live together you’re still able to each have ‘me’ time when missions come up. He has his job and you have your own. He spends his time doing what he does best and using it as his outlet to get rid of rising feelings and emotions that he can’t always talk or think through.
The morning sun shines through the window, warming your skin and the surrounding sheets; Making it nearly impossible to find the motivation to get out of bed. But the sweet breakfast aroma you’ve become accustomed to fills the air, beckoning your empty stomach. Your eyes fixate on the 8x10 frame on the nightstand that holds a picture of the two of you from your friend Elena's wedding a few months ago. Bucky holding you closely to himself, looking down at you-only you, smiling while you're laughing. The most perfect candid, and accurate, depiction of your relationship; The simplicity of love.
Sauntering out to the kitchen, your stomach rumbles-eager to see what he has prepared to start your day together.
"Morning, Sunshine" Bucky says, standing at the stove with his back to you; Not even having to turn around to know you're there.
"Morning, babe." You say in return as your arms wrap around him from behind.
"Babe?" He mimics, sounding slightly repulsed.
"What? It's not fair that you get to call me Sunshine and yet you hate every single nickname I try to come up with for you-"
You're interrupted by the suddenness of Bucky turning around and lifting you up from behind your thighs. Both laughing he takes a few steps forward and sets you down on the counter. Instinctively your legs wrap around his waist bringing him closer into your body. Bucky leans into your face just so that the very tips of your noses barely touch.
“What’s wrong with my name?” He asks softly.
Hooking his index finger under your chin, he coaxes you to tilt your face up just a little more; Lips barely touching.
“I like when you say my name.” His voice deep and low. His lips barely brushing against yours as he speaks.
It feels as though all the air is sucked out of the room. The more than welcomed waves of arousal erupt from your core, simultaneously spreading out through your body like fireworks exploding. Biting down on your own tongue in hopes the sting of pain would suppress the instantaneous neediness you feel; It doesn’t. His hips press into yours just a little more- and all bets are off. Your chest arches into his as your lips touch.
“Mmm…” The small sound emerges from your throat as you breathe into the kiss. There’s a sudden coolness on your right cheek from his hand. But something else catches your attention.
“Bucky…” You say between kisses.
“Yes?” He replies, feeding into the moment.
“You’re going to burn your French toast.”
Lips still locked, his eyes flash open. It takes him a second but he breaks away.
“Fuck-“ Spinning around back to the stove you can’t help but laugh as you bring your legs up against your chest and wrap your arms around them.
“These were about to burn…” He gives you a sarcastic side eye. “How did you know?”
“I think it’s time that you just accepted the fact that I’m a better cook than you.” You reply sarcastically, reaching into the bowl on the kitchen island you're sitting on and take out a red plum.
“First of all, I’m a hard man to break. I’ll never admit that. And secondly-“ Bucky snatches the plum from your hand and takes a bite, smiling. “These are mine.”
“They just looked especially tasty today!” You lean forward and take a quick bite of his plum also and laugh. “Delicious…” You taunt. Bucky’s nose scrunches up as he laughs, showing his perfect white teeth. At ease, relaxed, playful Bucky. My favorite. He plants a soft, wet, plum juice kiss on your lips.
“You better start getting ready for work, Sunshine.”
Looking past Bucky you see the time on the stove.
“Shit!” You jump off the counter and dart in the bedroom, still hearing his laughter behind you.
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In record breaking time, you’re hopping out of the bedroom on one foot back into the kitchen trying to get your other flat on. All aboard the hot mess express. Completely unphased, Bucky is sitting at the table top; French toast hot and ready with powdered sugar, whip cream, and freshly cut strawberries. If the whole Avenger thing doesn’t work out for him, he could always go into culinary.
Chef Bucky? Baker Bucky? Butcher Bucky? The options are endless…
Stumbling one last time, you finally make it to the bar stool which is being stabilized by Bucky’s right arm as he takes a sip from his coffee mug with the left. Even he has become accustomed to your clumsiness.
“Wow…” You say in amazement after your first bite. “Did you do something different?”
“No, same recipe as always.”
“Really? You didn’t add extra cinnamon or vanilla…?”
“Nope-“
The conversation is interrupted by a knock at the door. Looking over at the digital clock on the stove, you quickly shove a few more bites of breakfast in before giving Bucky a small kiss on his cheek.
“Love you!” You say, heading for the door.
“Love you too. Oh and y/n?”
“Yeah?” You call, stopping at the apartment door before opening it.
“I have a few missions coming up, routine stuff. When I get back would you want to go further upstate and rent a cabin? Just the two of us?”
“That sounds amazing… we can talk about it later when I’m done with work.” Smiling at the thought you open the door to find Natasha.
“Oh hey Nat! I’m just on my way out but-“
“Hey, is Bucky home?” She’s quick to cut you off, barely making any eye contact as she looks into the apartment passed you.
“Um.. yeah he’s in the-“
“Thanks. We have some… training to do.” She pushes past and walks into the apartment.
You’re left standing there, confused as Nat walks over and starts talking with Bucky in a hushed voice.
Weird.
A little bit later you’re sitting at your desk, breakfast sitting heavily in your stomach. I knew he did something different.
There’s a polite knock on the open door and you look up to see Steve standing in the doorway.
“Morning y/n.”
“Hey Steve! I’m sorry, did I forget we had an appointment today or…?”
“Oh, no.” He shakes his head and laughs lightly. “I’m here on my own free will. Mind if I come in?”
“Of course! Come on in and make yourself comfortable!”
Steve walks in and sits on the couch opposite of your desk. He’s so timid and light footed always. The complete contrast to Bucky. They’re the yin to each others yang.
“So…” Steve starts, seeming slightly nervous as his hands rub in circular motions on his jeans.
“So…” You reiterate. What is the reason he’s here?
“How are things?”
“Things are good…” You laugh nervously.
“Ok!” He says more to himself for motivation than to you.
“There are some pretty important missions coming up and I’m going to need Bucky by my side.”
You’re confused. They go on missions pretty frequently so this isn’t out of the unusual.
“Okay…?”
“Well,” he starts, sitting up further to the edge of the couch cushion. “We think Hydra is trying to make a come back, underground.”
Hydra?
“The Soviet Union is the last place I’d want to bring him but… we need him. I need him.”
“Oh.” Was all you could manage to say.
We’ve made so much progress, what if going back to its place of origin sets him back?
“It will be fine,” Steve tries to reassure. “We’ll be back before you know it. And you know I'll always have Buck’s back, no matter what.”
You ever feel like you’re being delivered bad news but it’s done in such a way that feeling upset is...wrong?
"Well..." You start, knowing what you got into when you took this position; knew what a life with Bucky meant. Danger, long periods of not seeing or being able to talk with one another. To the world he was just one person, but to you he was your world. "I guess that explains all of the extra training he's been doing with Nat." You try justifying the some-what dodgy behavior he's shown.
"Extra training?" Now Steve is the one who is confused. He is quiet for a moment as his brain attempts to process what the secrecy is about. "Well, in these situations that could never hurt." He brushes it off. "Anyway, thanks for your time, y/n. We'll be heading out soon."
"Bye, Steve..." It came out so low that you aren't even sure he heard you as he made his way out of your office.
Now you're left even more confused, with more questions and more worried about this particular mission.
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The work day seemed to drag. Constantly looking at the clock thinking hours had gone by when in reality only 20 minutes had passed.
How do I go about bringing up the topic of Hydra? Would it be selfish to beg Bucky to stay behind? For yourself? For him? Will this bring him closure? Will this do more harm than good?
The questions are endless and there is no certain answer until he’s already there. Long periods of time with no contact is something you grew up with and accustomed to. But this? It could destroy everything. Bucky, your relationship, your career, even you.
Passing by the common area, you see Bucky with Natasha again.
He’s been spending a lot of time with her recently…
This time they’re accompanied by Nick Fury, Tony, and Steve. Seeing them all together makes you feel insecure all of a sudden, although it never has before. It makes you feel like an outsider, an intruder of some kind. It’s hard to feel anything but ordinary around so many people who are extraordinary.
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Bucky came home late tonight, again. He's been doing it more and more. It's hard to try and enjoy what time you actually have together when in the back of your mind you're already building the wall. Emotionally distancing yourself in fear of getting hurt. Something can't hurt you if you don't care, right? Wrong. It actually makes it worse.
Already changed into comfy clothes, you're sitting curled up at the end of the couch, Alpine keeping your lap warm. The release of the additional serotonin from petting her is helping your anxiety from turning into a full blown panic attack.
"Hey, Sunshine!" Bucky calls from the hallway, the front door closing behind him rather loudly.
"Sorry I'm late, I was just tr-"
"Training with Nat. Yeah... I know." You cut him off. The words come out sour, draped in jealousy. It takes him by surprise. He stops in his tracks, a confused look on his face.
"Are you...okay?" Bucky asks, cautiously.
"Yeah...I'm great." You shift your body slightly on the couch which causes Alpine to jump off and scamper over to Bucky. He reaches down, picking her up gently and petting her with his free hand.
"Really? Doesn't sound like it. "
"I don't know, Bucky. I'm just-" You sigh in frustration, get off the couch and fold your arms across your chest- still unintentionally keeping distance. "Worried... I guess."
"About?"
Here we go with the reverse psychology. He gets short with his speech, trying to get you to open up. It's something he's all to familiar with in his experience.
"When were you going to tell me about the Hydra mission?" You ask, exasperated.
“That’s what this is about?” He answers your question with a question. Classic Bucky.
“Well…” When he puts it like that. You leave it open ended, feeling uneasy.
Bucky gently places Alpine down on the floor, taking a few short steps forward.
“You’ve always known what kind of work I was in.” His response is monotone. Why is he being like this?
“Yeah, but Buck this is different-“
“It’s not. Hydra has been the root of everything; War, killing so many innocent people, dipping their dirty hands in and getting involved with the infinity stones which lead to the blip!”
He’s enraged, and who could blame him?
“And me.” Bucky admits, looking down at the floor in shame. “I cannot truly atone myself until they’re gone- All gone and have no chance of coming back.”
“But what if making sure Hydra doesn’t resurface means… losing you?” It’s hard to keep your voice from cracking and even more difficult to focus on him through watery eyes.
“I would do it. Without thinking twice.” Again, he admits. Ouch. Keeping his posture, Bucky looks up through hooded eyes.
“Bucky… no.” Your arms grip around yourself tighter, wishing that you were holding onto him instead.
But it’s hard to move and even breathe, at the realization that he is going on this mission and there is nothing that will prevent that.
“What about… me?” You offer, feeling like a child willing to barter anything you have. It’s a last ditch effort, knowing full well it won’t change his mind but praying it will be enough for him to make it back home.
“Y/n…” Bucky’s voice now remains soft. In two strides he is now standing in front of you, hands placed delicately on your elbows- Closing the distance. “I will do everything within my super soldier serum power to get back here…to you.” He says half serious and half joking to try and lighten the mood. It doesn't work.
Your jaw clenches down as you solely focus on trying not to blink. Such a simplistic, mundane action like blinking your eyes, will be your undoing. Blinking is the only thing standing between you and a breakdown. Both are inevitable.
Making the mistake of looking up slightly, you're met with Bucky’s ice blue eyes- already searching yours. He has mastered the art of conveying his thoughts and feelings through looks, being a man of few words that he is.
What is he showing now? There, in his eyes, is sympathy- an understanding how difficult this is going to be for you. And him.
“It’s going to be okay…” he says gently.
So much for avoiding the whole blinking thing as it turns into a full on, uncontrollable sob. If Bucky hadn't already been there you would have collapsed, due to the feeling of the floor being swept out from beneath you. Here you are in this situation, yet again. Showcasing your heart as though it is breaking into pieces like glass, heavily collecting in your stomach. Piece after piece, layer on top of layer, making it impossible to breathe in fear that it would be too painful.
Not a word is spoken.
It doesn't have to be. Am I overreacting? Maybe. But you can't help feeling as though this mission is unalike from the others. This mission is going to have an impact.
Bucky's shirt is tear stained, sticking to his chest in the more dampened areas. He shifts his weight ever so lightly causing you to press into his body more, as if trying to pull apart two strong magnets. Grabbing a fistful of the fabric, you hang on for dear life. For now, it is just you and a few threads being the only thing between you.
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You know when you're excited for something, like a concert or trip, so you start a countdown? Marking off the days with a bold black marker on a calendar as time seems to move at a snails pace to said event? Waiting for Bucky to go on this particular mission was the same. Except time seemed to be flying by at lightspeed and instead of enthusiasm, you felt dread.
Over the next week, kissing became a temporary lock and key. The sleepless nights were filled with intense, intimate sex. Followed by cuddles that kept your bodies so close to one another, that only being able to somehow crawl underneath his skin would suffice. Even then, that might not be enough. Not a moment went by wasted. After all, you can sleep when you're dead.
The darkness of the bedroom gradually started to lighten. Moment by moment, the twilight hue of the room became brighter; Acting as a wire cable slowly being reeled in, each second closer to him leaving and away from you.
“Y/n…” His voice startles you, although he spoke softly into your ear. The Combination of the break in silence and his warm breath meant you were about to hear the words you have feared over the last few days.
“I… have to go.”
You could tell that he waited until the very last millisecond to get out of the bed. Just a small nod of your head against the pillow is your response.
There’s a sudden chill the length of your entire body as he gets up. Something I need to get used to. His usual morning routine is eerily quiet. It feels impossible to try and peel yourself out of the comfortable, sinking imprint in the bed.
If I get up out of this bed, it’s one step closer to him leaving.
If I get up out of this bed, I don’t know if I’d be able to let him walk out the door.
If I get up out of this bed, I’ll try to be a stowaway.
If I get up out of this bed, I might resort to getting on my hands and knees, begging him not to go.
If I get up out of this bed, he won’t choose me over this mission.
If I get up out of this bed… I might lose him.
While the thoughts are irrational, you’re about to be forced to accept the fact that your heart is going to walk out the front door and may not return as the same person. Or if at all. The greatest fear for you both.
For the time spent with your mind racing with trying to find the reason he should stay, Bucky was ready. The weight of him sitting down on the bed is what brings you back to the here and now.
“I’ll make it back, Sunshine. I promise.”
“You can’t make that promise, Bucky.”
There’s no rebuttal, no usual playful banter back and forth. It’s impossible to look at him; To think that this short goodbye could be everything.
Not pushing, he gives a reassuring squeeze on your thigh.
“I love you… so much.”
He pauses waiting for your reply that doesn’t come. His head falls down in slight disappointment, feeling defeated as he goes to stand up. Without even being able to think about it, you throw the sheets off of yourself, jumping into his lap and wrapping all limbs around the trunk of his body. In return, he wraps his arms around you- keeping you as close as possible. Even if only for a moment.
To get through these times, you remember the saying: “It’s not goodbye, it’s seen you soon.” Using this mantra to tell yourself that this won’t be the last time you see Bucky. There is still so much undiscovered territory in the world that is him and yet you can’t shake the awful feeling of something being wrong.
And then it was time for him to go.
Cupping your face gently, he brings your lips to his. Bucky holds the kiss steadily, taking in the last bit of the warmth and softness he’s become accustomed to before he slips away. That’s one thing about him that you can appreciate, he never lets anything drag out for too long. Just like that, he’s gone.
All the weeks worth of worry, anxiety, and fear were front and center; Teasing to make its physical appearance. It takes every ounce of what little energy you barely even have to choke down the acidic bile climbing it’s way up your throat.
A low rumble throughout The Compound is a giveaway that their jet has taken off and on its way to the Soviet Union.
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The days turn into weeks. There is limited contact as everyone has gone completely off the grid. An occasional update from FRIDAY is all the information you're given (and it's not much). The living quarters are quiet, spookily quiet. The silence is almost worse than the typical chaos surrounding this place the majority of the time.
And still, there is this uneasy feeling. Deep within the corners of your mind where you keep pushing it further and further down in hopes to ignore it completely... Which only makes it worse. Escalating all your fears to the extent of making you physically ill.
Then, on a random week day, you hear commotion. Arguing voices, multiple footsteps running through the halls.
He's home.
It takes everything in you, and some more, to show some restraint and not to run out of the apartment, rush to the main entrance and jump into Bucky's arms- A scene straight from The Notebook.
Forcing yourself to do an incredibly fast walk instead of a full on sprint, you make your way to the medical bay. It's always the first stop coming home from a mission; To take care of any injuries, even the internal ones that might have gone unnoticed.
It's busy, like bees buzzing around a hive. Bruce is triaging each individual, some with minor cuts and bruises, others with broken bones. And thankfully that's the worst, physically extent. Quickly dodging between people, standing on your tippy toes trying to look over heads, you still haven't found Bucky. Instead you're met with Sam blocking you from going any further down the hallway.
"Y/N..." He starts, his tone calm.
"Hey Sam..." You respond, barely taking notice to him as you continue to frantically look for Bucky behind him. But being pointed in the right direction wouldn't hurt. "Have you seen Bucky?" You ask, hopeful he knows the answer.
His lack of response causes you to become tense, your vision quickly changing from rapid movement among the herd of people to solely focusing on Sam. His face. It’s a look I’ve never seen before. At least, not with him.
"Sam...? Sam! Where's Bucky? Is...he okay?"
“Well technically yeah-“
“What do you mean by ‘technically’?”
Steve appeared next to Sam at some point, which wasn’t even noticed due to your tunnel vision on Sam.
“Hey y/n…” Steve says in a sort of stoic manner, having a hard time but forcing himself to look at you.
“What the fuck is going on?” Your patience is as thin as a strand of hair.
The two men exchange a worried glance between one another after Steve had a small moment to process the profanity.
“What is it?!” In any other situation, a 5’3 woman yelling up to Captain America himself might be funny. But not here. Not in this case.
They're still looking amongst one another searching for words. With an annoyed sigh, you push passed between Steve and Sam like an old western bar door with no sort of hinderance from them.
Looking in each clinical room as you lightly jog down the hallway, it's becoming harder to ignore the distressing looks on each persons face as you progress further. There is only one more place to look; the quarantine room.
Quarantine? Why is he secluded from everyone else?
Narrowing vision takes hold as your pulse starts to race faster the closer you get to the bright white room. It's clearly under intense surveillance but see through what looks like thick, clear glass. You let out a sigh of relief once Bucky comes into view. But he seems...different.
Bruce is also in the room with him, having what seemed a firm, yet concerned conversation that you cannot hear. Bucky is sitting completely upright on the exam table. While he is covered in purple bruises, some of them are already turning a dense yellow as a sign of healing. It seems as though he is barely listening to Dr. Banner, staring at the wall and straight through him. Bucky is wearing an expressionless face as he continues to not talk, his chest barely expanding as he breathes and hardly blinks.
You're taken aback; This is not the Bucky you know. Not the playful, kind and loving man that you have become accustomed to. Your jaw ever so slightly drops open at the sight and pure shock.
Without realizing, Natasha is standing at your side looking into the room as well.
"What happened out there, Natasha?" You ask softly. She takes a deep breath, her eyes not being taken off of Bucky for a millisecond.
"Hydra." She says plainly.
Turning your body to now face the Black Widow herself.
"Care to elaborate on that... I don't know, just a little?"
The sarcastic tone normally causes an overwhelming anxiety to be stored in the back compartment of your mind; Until you've had time to reflect. But when it comes to Bucky? Defense mode is instantly activated.
"They..." She sighs, still not looking away from him.
"They were somehow able to manipulate his mind. He's waiting...for orders."
Your brow furrows with worry and confusion as your eyes bounce between Bucky and Natasha.
"So... you're saying that..."
The words were impossible to form. There is no way. No way after years of working on redemption, and using every method possibly known to man to reverse anything and everything that Hydra instilled in his mind is still...there?
"I'm saying, Barnes is compromised. He has to stay in quarantine until we can be sure he's not a danger to anyone."
"That's it? That's all that you'll tell me?"
"That's all that we really know, y/n."
For the first time, Natasha looks at you with her traditional, unemotional gaze. There are many ways a person can react to such news. But this is hard, too hard, to accept.
Your blood starts boiling within your body. The heat congregates and pools in your cheeks as your hands tense into fists at your side.
"Bullshit!"
Her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen from your shout, but she doesn't move.
"Excuse me? What, you think that I am keeping something from you?" She responds, seeming the slightest bit annoyed.
"Yeah, Nat! What the actual fuck?! You two have been spending all this time together and have gotten so close and yet you know nothing about what actually happened?!"
The loudness and cracking of your voice catches the attention of some people in the hallway but they're polite enough to pretend as though they didn't. Behind your eyes starts to sting from the suppressed tears; refusing to once again blink in fear of letting them out.
Blame. Someone has to be held liable for this. And unfortunately, that's Natasha. She was the bearer of bad news and there has been this underlying, embarrassing tinge of jealousy. Although it's completely unwarranted.
"Finished?" She asks, flatly. Nat sighs as she crosses her arms as her shoulder leans against the glass, her attention solely on you.
"Are you that naive?"
Naive? The word itself feels like a slap across the face. You're left standing there, breathless for the first time in the conversation.
"I-..." You try to mumble, but it came out more like a sound than any attempt of a word.
"There's nothing going on between Barnes and I."
That's a relief and yet... kind of not really?
"You really have no idea, do you y/n?"
Nat unfolds her arms and pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. She exhales deeply, maintaining composure as she falls back into her relaxed position against the window.
"Don't ask me why he would come to me of all people-"
You're finally getting an explanation and yet your eyes are drawn to Bucky as he sits on the exam table. His lips moving gently as he speaks with Bruce, his body stiff, his face emotionless, and his eyes seemingly....dead.
"The trip?" Natasha asks. "Upstate? Camping?"
She's spelling it out, but for some reason dot A is not connecting to dot B. Reluctantly, you look away from Bucky and back to Nat, almost becoming numb to the situation at hand. Annoyed, she blurts out;
"He was planning on proposing to you..."
Your world feels as though it is crashing down harder, faster. How is that even possible? The life that we planned, dreamed, and fought so hard for, is just gone? It's not fair. Life isn't always fair, but Bucky had his second chance. He completely turned his life around and chose you, loves you. Loved? The thought that his love for you is in the past is almost too much to bare.
Nat seemed to still be talking, but at this point it just sounds muffled; like being outside of a concert venue. Your vision wasn't focused on anything in particular, just out into the abyss of Bucky's new temporary home.
Bruce walking passed the window where you're standing brought you back to the moment. He and Bucky continued conversing as he was getting ready to exit the quarantine room when the two of you make eye contact. You felt stuck, as if your legs had been cemented to the floor.
Holding your breath, you wait to see what his reaction is. Will all his memories come flooding back? Is he that lost? Can he be pulled back from this corruption again?
Bruce opened the exam room door to leave; Bucky had a frantic look on his face although he did not get off the table.
"Banner!" He yelled out, his eyes staying locked on you.
Bucky jumps off of the exam table to be met with quick and strong Hulk hands holding him back as he struggles. Kicking, yelling, punching; it is his once abandoned darkness that is coming out.
There was no hiding the evident panic on your face. It's like a train wreck that you want nothing more than to look away from but can't.
This is too much.
Without realizing, there is a sudden warmness wrapped around your shoulder. Steve is now standing with you, watching along at your side as Bucky becomes undone.
In his swiftness to contain Bucky, Bruce had left the door open. You can hear the agony in his voice, the confusion, the rage. Looking down in defeat, Steve coaxes you to turn around.
"Let's get you upstairs, y/n." He says in a sorrowful tone.
You allow Steve to lead you, unable to form a coherent thought or even begin comprehending the situation. There are no words, no preparation in the world for something like this.
"Bruce!" Bucky yells as he continues to struggle. "Who is she?! Tell me! I know her! I KNOW HER!" His voice echoes down the hall and swarms around in your ears.
You aren't sure how you got home but honestly didn't care. The mind tends to just go through regular motions when something traumatic happens. It's your body's way of protecting itself. But laying in bed, you cannot help but fixate on the 8x10 frame with the picture of Bucky and yourself from your friend Elena's wedding from just a few months ago. Laughing happily and the camera happening to catch the moment. You're safely tucked into Bucky's arms as he smiles, looking down at you as if you were the only person in the world. In his world.
The most perfect candid...
The accurate depiction of your relationship...
The simplicity of love.
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capibuck · 2 years
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kanellebullar · 3 years
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Let's hear it for captain america!
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sebieberstan · 3 years
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I would let him shoot me in the face and I'd thank him
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angryhat · 3 years
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Unpopular opinion: I didn’t like the last episode of TFATWS. And unfortunately I also didn’t enjoy the whole show as much as I thought I would.
Now don’t get me wrong, ofc there were great moments in there. Bucky being set free from Hydra? Amazing. Sam accepting the shield and training to become the new Cap? Yas please.
But the show simply lacked depth. You have 6 episodes of about 45 minutes. Instead of having 1731671 fight/action scenes and introducing a thousand new characters, do something with the characters you ALREADY HAVE. And they’re great characters at that, there was SO much potential.
I loved Buckys struggle to accept Sams decision not to take the shield. And I loved Sams struggle with becoming the new Captain America when Americas history is the way it is. But they could’ve done SO MUCH MORE WITH THAT. Bucky and Sam could’ve talked more; especially to each other. And not just bickering and bantering about nonsense (which is great, but not always helpful). Hell, Sam even lead a support group, he should know how to talk about stuff.
Instead the things that really mattered kind of fell flat in the end. Buckys trauma was never explored the way it could’ve been. We get all these hints of “something’s still in there”, and it leads nowhere. Their friendship also could’ve been way more fleshed out.. the show’s called “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier” and they didn’t talk for more than 2 minutes during the last episode? Sad.
In my opinion, the show would’ve been a lot better without the whole Flag Smashers storyline. We had two great characters with interesting backstories who got way too little screen time in the movies.
If you loved the finale, I’m happy for you. I can’t help but be really disappointed.
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