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Broken Wings || Pt.5

Sam Wilson x OFC Ada Marks

Summary: A 6-8 part mini series following OC Ada Marks as she rekindles a relationship with Sam but can they really get past their long history for a fresh start or is it better to just let go. Set after FATWS with Bucky and Sam being friends. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, violence, warfare, sexual themes. || Series Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 ||

Afghanistan, 2013

“I don’t like this,” I said for the third time as Sam and Riley worked quickly to pack up the camp we had set up. “We should go together.”

Riley sighed to himself but wouldn’t say anything because it wasn’t in his nature to go against an order despite hating when we were separated too. “How long until they get here?”

“Chopper will be here in an hour,” Sam said as he sat on my rucksack so I could zip the overfull bag closed. “You and I fly in at 2300.”

“What about me?” I rose with my hands on my hips.

“We have been over this babe, two of us going in is already a risk,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll be on standby, Ada.”

I wasn’t happy with the strategy but arguing would get me nowhere, but I would damn well make sure I was ready and waiting should one of them need me.

I rolled up my mattress and tied it up with twine before tossing it out of the tent and onto the growing pile of belongings. My uniform was the only thing left unpacked but I wouldn’t change into it until the tent was dismantled. Taking it down would break a sweat and the last thing I wanted was to sit in damp clothes on an hour long flight back to base.

“Incoming,” Riley announced as he heard the chopper blades while we were rolling the last of the canvas tent up tight.

We quickly shoved the tent into its travel sack and covered our eyes as our transport arrived, kicking up dust in its wake. Two fairly new soldiers jumped out and helped us pack the chopper with our bags before we strapped in and we were off. The desert terrain fell away as we climbed higher and higher and the peace I had felt camping with my boyfriends fell away with it.

“We’re home,” Riley said as he shook my shoulder and woke me up.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to lift my head off Sam’s shoulder but his head was heavy on top of mine and I nudged his side so he would wake up. He lifted his head and looked around, forgetting for a moment where we were before stretching and waiting for the skids to touch down.

“58th in the house!” A loud voice called out over the sounds of the engine turning off and we all smiled at the 48th Rescue Squadron leader.

“You know how it is, Fischer, call in the big guns when shit gets real,” Sam joked as he pulled him into a hug and clapped each other on the back.

“Only until they share your tech with the rest of us,” Staff Sergeant Ian Fischer retorted with a laugh. “Go on, everyone’s in the bullring.”

I gave Ian a hug and Riley shook his hand as we walked past on our way to the building that Sam was already disappearing into. Riley slung his arm over my shoulder as he caught up and I felt the pre-mission jitters and excitement begin to build. I had no idea that just 12 hours later my world would come crashing down.

“Alright, Falcon and Eagle, you have Starling for backup but we want to get in and out under the radar so the less Exo-7s out and about the better.”

We all nodded as we stepped into the straps of our suits and began the quite lengthy task of securing our jet propulsion wings to our backs. We checked each other’s buckles to make sure they were snug before stepping out into the cool evening air. I pushed my ear comms deeper into my ear to make sure it wouldn’t fall loose when I flew and checked that everyone could hear each other as well as command central.

We reached the clearing where our take off point was and I stood between Sam and Riley, holding one of their hands each in mine. We had seven years of pararescue missions under our belts, four of those with the Exo-7 wings. It still never made this moment any easier.

“These things we do,” Sam said as he squeezed my hand.

“So others may live,” Riley followed.

“58th until the end.”

We never said I love you. We never said goodbye. It was an unspoken rule that had never been broken. We stepped away from each other and expanded our wings before engaging the jets and taking to the skies. Two yellow dots were blipping in my helmet and those would be the two lights that guided me home, Falcon and Eagle.

"The target is 8.6 miles northeast of Dabay. Uploading coordinates now,” Air command notified us through our comms before a red dot was added to the map in my helmet.

"Eagle, take the right flank. Starling, stay out of range behind us."

We followed Sam's direction and I broke away as we reached the mountains that crashed steeply into the valley where Khandil was in hiding. I watched as Riley barrel rolled to the right and they both dove down into the dark depths and out of my sight. The air was still as I hovered in place ready for any sign of trouble but there didn't seem to be any. I was beginning to think the intel was wrong as their positioning beacons showed they had landed in the enemies territory unscathed.

Suddenly machine guns fired in rapid succession and I heard Sam call out to Riley as he located Khandil. Their beacons moved hastily around my helmet as they manoeuvred their way about of the valley they were trapped in and Sam confirmed he had Khandil in his custody. Unable to remain in position any longer, I set my thrusters to full speed and raced over the terrain to reach Sam and Riley.

Bullets hit my wings as I swooped at the insurgents and took some of the heat away from my men before I saw an alert for a missile heading straight for me and I tucked my wings in close, dropping from the sky. I felt the heat of the explosion above me and looked up to find Riley had protected me from the shrapnel and other projectiles. Opening my wings wide I blew a thank you kiss to Riley before heading back to Sam.

"Starling, get out of here," Sam called out as I reached him. "Eagle, let's go!"

We both looked back as we banked sharply to avoid an RPG heading towards us and I turned to see another RPG coming from behind.

“RILEY!”

Time slowed as the horror unfolded before our eyes. He had a 50/50 chance of banking left or right to dodge the RPG that passed us but he chose wrong. His right wing curled in and he turned right into the second RPG that was coming up behind him. Fire and flames engulfed him and there was nothing that I could do as he disappeared in the explosion.

Fury flooded me as I looked down at the men scattered around the valley walls, from here they looked like ants and those ants took Riley from me. Sam was calling out to me, ordering me to leave but I couldn’t just let them get away with what they did. I pulled the comms piece out of my ear and dropped it as I tucked my wings in and plummeted from the sky.

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The drive from York to Washington DC was quiet. The only voice that broke the silence was Riley as he pressed his nose to the window and watched the scenery pass us by, questions flowing from his lips quicker than the water of the Potomac River Sam drove along. Trying to ask him to have quiet time was futile and I had given up by the time we crossed that state line into Maryland, opting to try to sleep instead.

“Mr Wilson?” Riley asked as he leant into the middle of the seat and found Sam looking at him in the small mirror.

“Come on little man, call me Sam.” He smiled. “What’s up?”

“What was my dad like?”

I fought the urge to open my eyes and kept my head on my rolled up hoodie that was doubling as a pillow for the drive.

“Shouldn’t you be asking your mom about him?” Sam was obviously uncomfortable with the question and you heard the leather seats creak with his shuffle of movements.

“I think it makes her sad when I ask.”

Sam’s sigh was barely audible but you knew he did it. “He was brave and kind and always put everyone else first. He was like you, protective of your mom.”

Riley chewed his lip and returned to looking out his window before gasping with fright. I bolted upright and leant across the seat to look out his window and spotted a man flying towards us with a rudimentary version of a wingsuit.

Grabbing Riley, I tucked him under my arms and slipped a pair of control gloves over my hands to activate my wingsuit that was in the cargo hold.

“We’ve got company,” I growled as I noticed another man out my window and grabbed my son’s face. “Stay low, Ry. Hear me? Just stay low.”

“Ada, what are you-”

I pinned Sam with a stare through the rearview mirror and interrupted him, “What I have to, get Riley out of here.”

Wind whipped around the car as I opened the door and dove out, Riley and Sam’s shouts sounding behind me. The back of the car exploded as my wingsuit tore through the metal and erupted out of it before they slammed into my back and saved me from hitting the asphalt road.

The thruster kicked in almost immediately and I was thrown forward with the power much stronger than the previous marks had been able to pull. I almost screamed in exhilaration but it was the fear of my son that kept me focused on the two targets I had my eyes on.

It was mere seconds later that I was swooping past the car and the men with the inferior suits were too slow to avoid my sharp blades that slashed through their own wings before they could draw their weapons. One crashed heavily into the highway and came to a rest unmoving but the other managed to crash into the grass verge and lifted his weapon towards Sam’s car, at my son.

I could never make it there in time but my wingsuit could. There was no time to think about myself as I flicked my wrist and fell from the sky as my suit disappeared from my back. A scream of pain tore from my lips as I landed badly on my already sore leg, my skin shredding along the road as I rolled but it was all secondary to the relief I felt as the wings wrapped around the back of the car, protecting its occupants from the bullets.

The harsh sound of metal dragging across the ground had me look away from where Riley was safe and I found the man who had attacked up aiming his gun at me. It wasn’t the first time I had stared down a barrel but it was not something that ever got any easier and I felt the blood rushing in my ears as my heart raced. I didn’t want to die but I couldn’t risk bringing the wingsuit back and leaving Riley unprotected, he was my world.

“My boss wants you alive so he can kill you himself,” the man spoke in Pashto.

“Khandil can kiss my ass,” I spat back and jutted my chin to the road behind him. “If he wants me, he’s going to have to go through that.”

The man’s eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder and saw Sam throw his vibranium shield. The metal crashed into his back, breaking the wingsuit he wore and throwing him off balance and off aim, right into my fist that rendered him an unconscious mess on the asphalt.

“I told you to look after Riley!”

“I wasn’t going to leave you, again,” Sam said as his voice broke and he scooped me up as gently as he could. There was no stopping the memories that assaulted me as I inhaled the woody scent of his cologne and my head found its way into the curve where his strong shoulders met his neck. It was a place that always felt like home, and it still did.

“You really outdid yourself,” he said with a rather disbelieving chuckle as he reached the car and you closed the wingsuit up with a swish of your hand. “It’s like you’re trying to one up me.”

I barked a laugh as he slipped me onto the backseat beside a worried Riley who I immediately wrapped in my arms as I cocked an eyebrow at Sam. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? Nothing can outdo that costume of yours.”

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randominagines · 3 years

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If you get the chance to do a part two for Bucky x Reader aka Steve's ex, where she has super healing/ can't die, here's a possible prompt or 2...

"Don't worry about me gentlemen, I always get up, wether I want to or not." Precedes to jump off a building or out a plane... kinda like in Tfatws, also sounds pretty sad but I love all the angsty sad writing...🤔😳

Like bucky swinging his metal arm, sorta getting pumped up before a fight I was thinking considering reader's powers, maybe she pounds her fists together or spins her arms n punches a wall hard enough to break her knuckles but since she heals super fast it's like an adrenaline thing to get ready for the pain of the upcoming fight. Sounds kinda violent so sorry if that's bad.

Just in the prompt mood I guess no idea if any of them would work.. also currently obsessed with your writing n so glad you answered a bunch of my asks cos I've always been too nervous to ask before. any who hope you're well n take care ☺️👍🏼

Thanks for the request!

Part 1 here

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Fem!reader

Setting: post FATWS

Warning: angst, violence, blood, kidnapping

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators.

The Vigilante PT.2

"Do we need to go over the plan again or--"

"Sam, we're good, seriously." Y/n said while putting her gun into the folder. Bucky nodded at his best friend and Sam relaxed. "Okay, so y/n will go in there and will distract them while me and Bucky take the weapons away." He concluded and y/n and Bucky both nodded.

"I'll go check the perimeter, try not to kill each other." Sam said and his eyes travelled from the Vigilante to his friend. Bucky rolled his eyes while looking at him flying away from the plane they were travelling on.

Y/n looked at the soldier, he was rotating his vibranium arm. "Is this from Wakanda?" She asked while reaching her arm and hesitating. He nodded, and she stared at him. "Can I?" She asked, her hand centimetres away from the metal and he nodded. She touched his arm, her fingers travelling on the cold vibranium while he stared at the slow movement, mostly surprised at the fact that he didn't mind her touch at all. "King T'Challa gave me this as a fresh start, because the old one was..." He stopped, his voice shaking. She nodded and lowered her hand. "I understand, Hydra didn't exactly care about what use had to be made of their..." She hesitated. "Experiments." She concluded, a bitter smile appearing on her face while she looked away. Bucky sighed. "What did they do to you?" He asked, his question so spontaneous that y/n stumbled back. No one ever asked her what she had to go through to become a Vigilante, she never had to tell her story so she didn't even know how to put it into words. He stared at her and tilted his head. "I'm sorry, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He apologized but she shook her head. "No, it's okay. It's just... I never told anything to anyone." She admitted and he frowned. "No one ever asked?" He asked in surprise. She shrugged. "Well, the only people I've actually considered close are you and Steve. For the rest of my life, I've always been alone." She honestly confessed.

Bucky opened his mouth, not able to say anything at all; he stared at her and saw the sweet and clever girl who quickly became his friend and dated Steve back in 1940. She didn't look like a spy, a killer, a skilled agent or an immortal creature, she just looked like a normal girl, with insecurities and fragilities. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, for whatever happened." He whispered and she nervously chuckled while preparing for the mission. "Well, probably I deserved it all." She said and kept walking around to collect her things. Bucky gently took her arm and she froze, his touch giving her goosebumps.

She looked at him, his eyes showing a mix of emotions that she wasn't able to decipher or maybe she didn't want to. "No one deserves what Hydra did to people, let alone you." He said, his voice firm and his hand delicate on her arm. She shook her head. "You have no idea of the things I've done, of the people I've killed, the government I destroyed and the families I've ruined. The only moment in my life that wasn't filled with blood and killing was the year I spent as Steve's girlfriend, the year I spent as your friend. I am a mon--" she tried to say, but he put his hand on her cheek and interrupted her. "Then I'm a monster too," He said. She shook her head, her eyes watery while he caressed her cheek. "We never had any choice and I never thought I was going to say this but, we should go easier on ourselves." He concluded, surprised at the things he was saying.

He always believed he was a monster too, that his past was always going to define him as a bad person, but hearing her talking like that about herself broke his heart. She desperately tried to hold back the tears while nervously smiling. "I'm glad you forgave yourself, you deserve it." She said, and she really meant it. She always had a soft spot for Bucky and knowing that he was able to toss aside the horrors of his past was a relief to y/n.

Bucky shook his head. "You should do it too." He insisted but she sighed. "I've been responsible for things I cannot forgive myself about." She added and he frowned, his face showing how curious he was. She tilted her head, desperately wanting to tell someone about what tormented her since she was a teenager, but in that moment, Sam flew back inside and Bucky immediately stepped back, as she did too.

Sam looked at them for a second but decided not to say anything. "So... Everything is clear. We're about to fly on the building and y/n," he looked at her. "Tell us when you're ready so we tell the pilot to lower the plane on the roof and--" He froze, because she was already about to jump. Bucky grabbed her arm with his vibranium hand and looked at her in shock. "Have you lost your mind?" He asked, the wind so noisy that he had to shout. She laughed while looking at him and Sam. "Don't worry about me gentlemen, I always get up, wether I want to or not." She said and winked before jumping.

Sam and Bucky both looked at her in total terror but she managed to perfectly land, her movements so gracious that she didn't look human, then she ran inside the building.

Sam looked at Bucky. "Am I the only one that can't jump from a flying plane?" He asked and Bucky couldn't help but smile. Sam looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "So, did you kiss?" He suddenly asked. Bucky gasped, his eyes widened while he stared at him in shock. "What?!" He asked and his best friend laughed. "Oh come on, you were pretty close." He finally said. Bucky shook his head and felt his cheeks getting red while Sam kept laughing. "Shut up, Sam."

*3 weeks later*

The mission was half a success: after weeks of trying, they managed to take the weapons away but they failed to capture some of the men. The majority they managed to arrest, were mostly not informed about the essential things regarding the organisation.

"The CEO of this trashy organisation must be very smart." Sam pointed out while the three of them were sitting in a bar, finally drinking a beer all together after the last mission. Y/n nodded. "He must have revealed the important stuff only to his closest men." She added and Bucky agreed too. "Well, I hope this whole story is simply over." He said and y/n couldn't hold a laugh. "You can't wait to stop working with me, uhm?" She joked, but Bucky froze and looked at her. "Probably." He said.

Y/n raised her eyes to look at him, a sudden awkwardness spreading in the air while Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, I... Uhm, I..." He didn't know what to say to fill that embarrassing silence, so y/n put her glass down and stood up.. "It's okay, your torture is over." She said and grabbed her leather jacket while staring an Bucky and stepping away. "Y/n?" He tried to call her but she was already leaving the bar. Bucky sighed.

"You should go talk to her." Sam said while drinking from his glass, his best friend shook his head. "It wouldn't make sense." He said but Sam chuckled in frustration. "Oh for god's sake, you like her! Maybe you even have feelings for her! You have spent these last weeks forcing yourself to hide it and don't even try to say otherwise, I know you, Barnes. Does letting her go make sense instead?" He asked, his voice firm and his eyes analysing Bucky. He thought about it for a minute, his forehead filled with pensive wrinkles and his lips pressed, thinking about how actually beautiful it had been sharing the last weeks with her, working with her, fighting side by side with her and getting to know her again. It took him a minute, then he stood up. Sam laughed. "See you tomorrow." He said while watching him leaving.

Y/n was just a few steps ahead, her arms crossed over her chest and her legs moving fast. Bucky quickly walked to her and grabbed her arm, so she snapped: her combat reflexes made her immediately lower and she almost punched him in the face, he managed to grab her first last minute. "You must be really mad." He joked and she stepped back and looked at him in shock. "Are you crazy? Never sneak at a fighter's back like that." She scolded him and his lips curved into a tiny smile. "It's okay." He said and she shook her head. "I could have hurt you and you know that." She said and he nodded. "Oh, trust me, I know." He concluded.

She sighed, her eyes scanning Bucky. "What do you want?" She asked and the soldier shrugged. "To apologize, I've been..." He hesitated and she puffed. "An asshole." She added, Bucky smiled. "I was about to say rude." He concluded and she shook her head. "It's okay, I know you can't stand me and I know you hated these three weeks. The job is over, you won't have to see me anymore." She said and he bit his lower lip, his hands in his pocket and his body tensed. "It's not like that..." He whispered, not sure how to put her thoughts into words.

She sighed. "So how is it? Why don't you just tell me truth for once?" She suddenly asked, her tone showing how bothered she was. He took a breath, his eyes fixed on his own feet. "I'm not sure." He said and she rolled her eyes, tired of not having any certainty at all. "Is this because I left Steve? I'm deeply sorry, I didn't want to, but the Hydra threatened me to kill him and you too. I was alone, scared, manipulated, the job I had was my entire life and the only reason why I managed to not to kill myself, it gave me a purpose, no matter how bad it was," she started to say, her voice shaking and her eyes filling with tears. "They took my family, tortured them. When they were training me, my every fail meant pain for them, untill they died and I became their killing machine. I've been responsible for my family's death and I decided not to love anyone ever again," she went on, tears running down her cheeks. "Then I met you, we spent that night together and I opened my heart again. Steve happened and when I found out you were his best friend I thought I had found my place. I loved Steve, I really did, but I loved you too. I know we were best friends and I wasn't supposed to love you too, but I wasn't able to decide for my heart," she finally confessed. Bucky stumbled back as if she had just punched him, not sure how he was feeling, so she went on. "That's another reason why I left: no matter how much I loved Steve, I felt shitty for loving his best friend as well and that's another thing I never forgave to myself." She concluded, her voice shaking and her eyes filled with sadness. Bucky stared at her, his heart suggesting him to step closer to her but his body not willing to cooperate. "I didn't know..." He managed to say, his own words sounding empty to himself.

She shook her head. "How could you? I know you hate me, and that's okay, I get it." She said but Bucky couldn't just stay there and let her believe that. He shook his head and walked to her, his vibranium arm grabbing hers while he lifted her chin with the other one. "Hey, look at me. I don't hate you, I never managed. I was shocked when you left back in 1940 and I was shocked when I saw you three weeks ago, but I am happy that you're still alive. I'm sorry for what happened to you, you didn't deserve it and it doesn't make you a bad person. Hydra took much away from me too and it took a lot to me to understand that it was not my fault and I get it, okay? It sucks and you feel a murderer, a monster, a heartless machine, but the fact that you feel like this is also what shows that you are the complete opposite of these things." He said, his voice firm and his eyes stuck into hers.

She looked at him, tears running down her face while she couldn't hold them anymore, her lips pressed and her body slightly shaking. "Bucky, I..." She tried to say, but she didn't know how to tell him that she just wanted to kiss him, that she still loved him. All those years she had never stopped thinking about Steve and him, and when Bucky came into her thoughts it was so hard to let him go. Those last weeks with him made her realize that she hadn't felt that happy in decades.

She caressed his cheek, her touch familiar to him as if it hadn't passed a single day since their first and last night spent together. She traced his cheekbone with her finger, travelling to his lower lip. She caressed him, her touch delicate and her eyes stuck into his. He stepped closed, his hand grabbing her waist to pull her toward him and his lips centimetres away from his. Bucky's lips barely touched hers, as if he was scared that she could fade away, while his hand pressed on her cheek. "You said you loved me, you still do?" He asked, his voice a whisper.

Y/n looked at him, a mix of emotions crossing her face, then she opened her mouth to answer, but in that moment, she got shot: she stumbled back and looked at her hip, an excruciating pain invading her whole body. She looked back at Bucky and noticed the shock in his eyes, his hand immediately pressing on her wound while he slowly layed her down with the other one. "Y/n!" He called her and she started seeing black spots, clear signal of the fact that she was about to pass out. "The bullet..." She whispered, trying to tell him that it had to be removed: she could heal faster than a regular human being, but the wound couldn't close with the bullet still inside. He immediately nodded and reached his hand to take it out when a small dart embedded itself in his neck. Y/n widened her eyes, her hand automatically taking it ou. Bucky looked at it and opened his mouth. "No..." He whispered, perfectly aware that she was the target and not him. He tried to quickly remove the bullet from her hip but the strength were already abandoning him. She looked at him in total pain, her eyes stuck into his while he started to lie down next to her. "It's okay, I'll be okay." She said and he shook his head, unable to talk or move.

They looked at each other while hearing footsteps approaching, and a couple of men lifted her up while she moaned in pain. "Leave him, we don't need him." A man said to the other who was carrying her away. Bucky looked at the man quickly walking to a car and putting her inside, her body totally abandoned and her eyes closed while the blood kept running down her hip. He tried to stand up, scream, do something but the blocker in the dart was incredibly powerful, so he closed his eyes thinking that he hadn't kissed her and told her that he still loved her.

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"Bucky, wake up, you're scaring the shit out of me." Sam's voice was just a whisper to Bucky's ears, but he slowly opened his eyes and squeezed them to bring his friend into focus. The soldier shook his head and automatically sat up. "Where is y/n?" He immediately asked and Sam put a hand on his shoulder. "Woah, calm down, you've been unconscious for hours." He said and Bucky widened his eyes. "Hours?! We need to find her, they took her." Bucky started to panic and Sam frowned. "They took y/n? Who?" He asked in confusion and Bucky nodded. "The men we didn't manage to arrest, they took her away, she was..." He hesitated, thinking about the fact that she had lost so much blood. "Hurt. They shoot her and took her away, I couldn't help her..." He concluded, his voice slowly fading away. Sam opened his mouth in surprise and put a hand on his friend' shoulder. "They drugged you, it's not your fault." He reassured him and looked at him in his eyes.

Bucky shook his head in agitation. "We need to do som--" before he could finish his sentence, Sam's earpiece started buzzing. Sam frowned and removed it. "There is a video message." He said and Bucky grabbed the earpiece. "It must be her." He said and pressed a small button on the earpiece: the small devices started to project an image and Bucky's heart skipped a beat. Y/n was sitting on a dirty floor, surrounded by what seemed to be cement walls and with nothing but small blanket on her side. She looked straight into the small camera and shook her head.

"If hope you both will have the chance to see this video message because I had to hide this earpiece in my mouth for hours and it wasn't pleasurable at all," she started, trying to sound casual but she actually looked worried. "I'm healing pretty fast now but I think I have an infection, since I removed the bullet myself and I had nothing to disinfect my wound with, so I don't know how this is gonna end," she kept going while showing that she had applied a small piece of ripped blanket on her wound. "I think they want to use me to blackmail you and convincing you to return those weapons, but I'm pretty sure you're both smart enough to understand that I'm not worth the mission. These people need to be stopped, I'll take care of myself and I'll get out of here, but just in case I don't..." She hesitated, her lips pressed and her eyes watery. She took a deep breath. "I just wanted to thank Sam for trusting me with the operation, you're a great leader and I would definitely follow you in every mission, Cap." She said and softly smiled. Bucky perceived Sam slightly gasping at his side and he looked at him for a second, his eyes watery, before he looked back at y/n. "And Bucky, I don't even know where to start..." She took a deep breath, hands covered in stained blood running through her hair. "I hope we'll see each other again, but in case I die here just know that I'm sorry and the answer is yes, is yes and has always been yes," she said and smiled, she looked like a regular girl, with shining eyes filled with love and cheeks red of embarrassment. Bucky held his breath while she became serious again.

"Okay, I really have to go now. I'll destroy the earpiece so they won't have this technology for them. Don't come searching for me because this is exactly what they want. I'll see you soon guys, or not. Please, be safe." She concluded and the image faded away.

Nor Sam neither Bucky managed to say anything at all for a full minute, then Bucky stood up and grabbed his gun. Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "We're totally not listening to her, uhm?" He asked and Bucky mumbled, too distracted by his knives to answer. Sam put a hand on his shoulder. "Bucky, we don't even know where she is, we need a plan, we need help and--" he couldn't finish, because Bucky looked at him with watery eyes. "I can't lose her, Sam, not again." He said, his voice shaking while he desperately tried not to cry. Sam softly exhaled and nodded, his hand squeezed his friend's arm. "We'll find her, I promise." He said and Bucky nodded, immediately hiding his fragilities and focusing on his weapons again.

He put his gun into the folder and rotated his vibranium arm, there was no way at all that he was not going to find her, not now that he understood how much he still loved her.

Pt. 3?

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amarriageoftrueminds · 3 years

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Fave stucky fics?

Easy Work for Easy Pay

(to me this is the perfect fic, my most re-read, really satisfying -- office chemistry! killer plot twists! spot-on characterisation! apart from like 1 line and some truly awful music choices I wouldn’t change a word.)

Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series

(my most-reread series; post-WS AU fluffy screamingly hilariously funny and moving comedy in which Bucky is following Steve around DC while Steve is, he hopes, following him around).

The Sweetest Spark

(kind of a sugar-daddy!Steve/student!Bucky AU except not because it's just that people think Bucky's a gold-digger when he ain't... one of those fics that makes me stare into space mentally writing fanfic of the fanfic, if that makes sense.)

Lemon Meringue Lies

(obviously I’m a sucker for cook!Bucky, and slowburn with a side of mutual pining and friends-to-lovers, who isn’t? Steve being made to realise how much he takes Bucky for granted is also, in this case, literally chef’s kiss.)

These Streets series

scalding hot, NYPD BeatCop!Steve / reforming!hood Bucky (Bottom!Steve !! But they also switch???) Not to be read in public.

Misdemeanor

(shrunkyclunks comedy; cop Bucky accidentally pulls over Cap Steve and has to ask for his license... which Steve never bothered to get)

In the Deed the Glory series

(former high school sweethearts become rival football players in college’ AU) is bizarrely compelling, really really gripping; part has an appearance from a fanon Isaiah Bradley, obviously pre-FATWS which makes Pt 4 in particular, er, awkward.

Carbs and Conversations

(modern Hockey au! Bucky is still an assassin but in the sport-sense.)

War, Children

(shrinkyclinks, it's that rarest of things a skinny!Steve modern AU I can actually stand -- and god the modern Vet!Bucky/homeless!Steve hurt/comfort… One for a rainy, melancholy day… it'll stay with you.)

Love Stories for Tedious People

(is an interesting Doctor!Steve/PTSD!Soldier Bucky AU with a realistic feel and a rare plausible not-annoying past Sam/Steve; has lines of dialogue that haunt.)

Life of the Party

(BAMF childrens’-entertainer!Bucky mistakes Steve for a fellow superhero impersonator; LOL funny.)

All The Angels and The Saints

(examines the effect on stucky of Steve’s politics/religion; has lines of dialogue from Bucky that just really stuck with me.)

20th Century Limited

(I think of this as the ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’ AU. Steve and Bucky can hear/communicate with each other when they’re ‘on ice’. Extra points for Bucky and Hulk being immediate Bros.)

Dishonor series

(comedy in which they meet during the Battle of Manhattan, and Steve has the most Awesome case of foot-in-mouth syndrome imaginable, I mean, talk about meetuglies, truly it’s a miracle he and BAMF Sergeant Bucky ever get past the enemies stage.)

My Working Week and My Sunday Rest

(holy shit this fic, dat slowburn! talk about shivers down the spine! exactly articulated bottom!Steve in a way I’d never really been able to put into words.)

Golden Age of Illustration

(An AU based on the real life of J. C. Leyendecker, where Bucky is sent home before the train mission, gets back into art, becomes an add illustrator and Steve is his model/muse. Illustrations included!)

The Fool In the Mirror

(Bucky is support omega to alpha Steve; hits every note I want in a fic).

The World's at Stake

(soulmate mark au shrunkyclunks, angst with a happy ending because they both think their marks mean they’ll never meet)

Pull Apart the Dark

(Steve is transformed into a toddler who will only let Bucky look after him; trouble is, Bucky is still recovering from being TWS and everyone else is freaked out.)

bucky barnes: tsa employee extraordinaire

(shrunkyclunks semi-comedy; mad costumed comic-book villains keep coming through Bucky’s airport on the way to attack Captain America.)

Here's a Conspiracy

(pre-war and post-war shrinkyclinks au. This fic. This fic Destroyed me.)

And It Won't Be Too Much

(swoony romantic modern au with iirc marine Cap Steve and event-planner Bucky who’s cheeky to Col. Philips; this fic is the reason a certain Haley Reinhardt version of a song is in my stucky playlists.)

The Match Game

(modern au Steve’s a hit-it-and-quit-it type who decides he wants more with new-to-his-building Bucky ... who only wants a friend-with-benefits situation.)

The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

(“Holy shit,” says Steve. “I’ve been knocked out twice by the same guy.” BAMF!Bucky shrunkyclunks Bucky is a lamb in this one.)

Lucky Seven

(shrunkyclunks more BAMF!Bucky !!! as the hot Russian mechanic who works on Steve’s bike but has a Dark Past, he is again a lamb.)

Put You on Something New

(modern au frat bro Steve and football star Bucky hnnng the straight boy ending up sucking dick kink I didn’t know I had, oof!)

Through The Looking Glass

(Bucky is transported to a mirror universe where there’s a Steve who carries a sword and is... not quite right. This epic fic ripped my guts out and stomped on them; I mean, literal tears, streaming down my face. Thank god the ending has a goosebumps-style pick-your-own version or I might’ve Actually died.)

Drive It Like You Stole It: A Bodyswap

(Steve and Bucky are accidentally body swapped and get stuck babysitting the infuriating Peter Parker on a roadtrip to go sort it out. Had me weak with laughter and I have never identified more with Bucky’s Extreme Rage.)

#hey nonny #toAyourQ #stucky #fic rec #stucky fic rec #lotsa variety there! enjoy!#yet each man queues the thing he loves #dat's me

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You Are Like Me (Pt. 1 of "Winter's End)

Roommate!Bucky X F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky begin rooming together after Sam discovers your background and suggests you live with him. . As another failed HYDRA experiment with an enhanced skill set, Sam decides that you, the newest recruit who shares a similar path with the Winter Soldier would benefit from living together.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Cursing, semi-spoilers for FATWS (but nothing plot related, just set during that time).

A/N: This started out as a one-shot for our man Bucky Barnes, but now there will be multiple pieces with this as the wonderful starting piece to the story. I don't know how much the parts will be reliant on a plot, but it will all be based on the same love story throughout. The parts don't necessarily need to be read all together and in order. There will be a variety with this couple, varying from angst to smut, fluffy fluffy FLUFFY shit, and some very depressing stuff too. I hope that these different pieces fulfill all your Bucky needs and help you feel like you really have a developed and copasetic relationship with this lovely gentleman.

"Jesus, who the hell are you?"

I had been laying on a neatly made bed in the apartment Sam had signed me up for. I was staring at the ceiling mindlessly as an old record player spun, emitting the scratchy tones of classic 1940s music. In my hand was a small journal, opened to a blank page towards the middle of the book. My eyes shot open, my hand grabbing a knife from the back of my pants as I launched myself off the bed and towards the unfamiliar man in the doorway.

Before the knife could reach his throat, cool metal met my wrist, stopping my arm in its track. I was practically on top of the dark man in front of me, staring up into his bright cerulean orbs. He seemed almost amused by this first introduction. Almost. The glimmer of humor left his eyes as soon as my knee made contact with his groin, causing him to keel over, as I maneuvered around him to be behind, using his arms hold on me to choke himself.

"I could ask you the same question, blue eyes," I said with a snort. I realized quickly he wasn't an enemy, but the continued power struggle was fun enough to let it play out. Before I could plan my next move though, I was flipped over his broad shoulders, and square on my back, the impact knocking the wind out of me. I looked up through my lashes, trying to focus my eyesight as the splitting headache blurred my vision. Standing above me, the man let out a soft chuckle as he stepped over me, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge. I slowly lifted my head, still dizzy from the landing, as his eyes followed the outline of my body.

I was still in my training clothes, too tired to have changed out of the tight tank top and cargo pants. I had been perfecting my combat technique so that I could fend for myself, but it seems I was not yet ready to fight whoever the stranger in my room was.

"Here," he started, getting up from his place and reaching his right hand out to me. I stared at it for a moment, not sure if I should give in or not, though I could tell I would have to. I placed my hand in his, surprised by the contrasting warmth I felt compared to the hand he had caught my wrist in. He quickly pulled me up, causing me to launch into his chest, my left arm quickly wrapping around his bicep to steady myself.

"You can feel me up later doll, but can you explain what the hell you are doing in my room?" He taunted.

I realized that his colder hand was on the small of my back and I leaned back into grasp as I sneered "I could say the same for you..." I noticed the outline of dog tags imprinted underneath his shirt, glancing back up into his eyes with a wink, "Sarge".

He let go, allowing me the chance to step back and start searching for my knife. I could feel his eyes on me, questions waiting to be asked.

"You are Seragnet Barnes, correct?" I mused, grabbing my weapon from the corner and twirling it in my hand before replacing it in its holster. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile at my maneuver, but quickly looked down and cleared his throat before replying.

"Yes ma'am. And I apologize for not knowing your name, as well as for throwing you," he grunted. It was suddenly a very formal manner in which he spoke. My eyebrow quirked up, as I spun on my heels and made my way into the kitchen, hearing heavy footsteps follow in time.

"Y/N".

"And what are you doing in my room, Y/N?" he said inquisitively. I was now the freezer for an ice pack, finding a floppy blue one in the back.

"I guess, I'm your roommate," I shrugged, putting the ice pack to the back of my head as I moved towards the bathroom.

"Wait, Sam told me I was meeting someone named "Y/L/N", they were gonna stay here for a bit," he retorted, once again following behind.

"That is my last name Blue Eyes. Need an ID or something?" I called over my shoulder, turning the corner to enter the bathroom, reaching towards the medicine cabinet.

"That still doesn't explain why you were on my bed," he scoffed, leaning against the door frame as I scavenged through the drawers.

"I didn't think anyone was living here. I was told I'd have a roommate, but I didn't think anyone had moved in yet. You have, like, no shit here. It looks like a hotel room," I critique, standing up with a shake of the bottle in my hand.

"I'm using your Ibuprofen" I say with mock respect. I move past him as I saunter back towards the kitchen. He can't help but laugh at this bizarre encounter and that I am truly not making this easy for him.

"You have a lot of sass for someone who just had their ass beat," he jeers, leaning forward on the counter between us.

All I could do was smile and shake my head, throwing the pills into my mouth and taking a swig of water.

"So, Y/L/N, why do you figure we Sam is rooming us together?"

"Love match?" I joke, placing the now empty cup in the sink and walking over to his side, leaning my back against the countertop.

He snorts, amused by my sarcasm once more. "Maybe, but I have a feeling it goes deeper," he says, turning to rest his side on the counter as he looks me over, clearly searching for something.

"You aren't gonna find any metal attached to me, Barnes," I report, turning to brace myself against the counter. "They messed me up in here." I gesture to forehead, softly tapping to get my point across.

His face falls as he realizes what I mean.

"HYDRA..." was all he could make out.

"They weren't just trying to make soldiers. They were trying to make spies. Hyper intelligent ones that can be manipulated without the risk of losing control or access, like a computer could. I am their failed experiment," I say softly. I chuck the ice pack into the sink, and make my way over to the window, rubbing at the back of my head.

"You have super soldier serum. I have an acute memory and the ability to calculate probable outcomes and human error. I remember..." I turn back to look him in the eye, "everything".

His mouth slightly gapes as he looks me over. "I was a lethal weapon when placed in sensitive situations. If I knew the possible endings of different scenarios, I could pick which one could happen."

He steps towards me, as if he was considering whether to comfort me. Before he could though, I straightened up and tried to scurry past him.

"I am so sorry for invading your space, I'll take my stuff out of your room. I can stay on the couch until-" The Winter Soldier cut me off, grabbing my arm before I could make it into the room.

"No, take the bed, please," he began. "I don't sleep in it anyways. Too comfy."

My eyes go from the grip on my arm up to his eyes, staring down at me, but with concern. I softened my face, providing a half smile as I nodded my head.

"Okay, Sarge. Let's eat though- I'm starving. You order the pizza while I take a shower. Then we can talk."

He let me go, looking down into my eyes, "I think I know your favorite kind."

I raised a brow at this bet, curious to see if he was right. "Alright...we will see..."

I turned and made my way towards the bathroom, looking back to see him still watching.

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Shit, I don't have my clothes.

I was dripping from the shower still and my hair was very haphazardly put in a bun to keep the water from dripping. I quietly opened the door and peeked my head out, searching for my new roommate. When I had determined the coast was clear, I scurried into the room, shutting the door behind me quietly. When I turned around, I shrieked to see James exiting my closet, a few shirts in hand.

"What the fuck Barnes!!" I choke, desperately clutching my towel, as I had almost lost my grip. He dropped the shirts to the ground, slapping his hand over his eyes in case I did lose my covering.

"Damn, Y/L/N, let me buy you dinner first!" He laughs, trying to make his way to the door.

"Oh you are SO paying for the pizza now Barnes," I fume, adjusting my towel and making my way to the other side of the bed where my bag was.

"So you're saying I can look?"

"You just scared me, I'm decent you prick". I kneeled down beside the bed, opening my bag to see that all of my clothes were missing.

"Are you. fucking. SHITTING ME?" I curse, banging my already sore head onto the side of the bed.

"What did I do this time," the soldier groans.

"No, it's not you, it's just that...well shit. My clothes are missing."

"Oh yeah. I threw them in the wash for you. You weren't carrying a lot, and it's a force of habit from the old days, I thought they would be done by now but-"

"Sergeant?" I interrupt, seething with rage and a tinge of embarrassment.

"Y/L/N?"

"I don't have any clothes," I hiss.

"oh." he says shortly. I press my face into the bed, trying not to scream bloody murder. Suddenly, I feel two soft things land on me, causing me to turn my face to the side.

"Sweats and a shirt. Don't do anything weird," he quipped, leaving me in the room alone.

I look down at the black sweats and navy blue shirt. It was soft, and smelled of fabric softener and pine. I looked up at the empty hallway as I heard the front door open and shut behind him as he went to get the pizza.

I slipped on the clothes and looked myself over in the mirror. I decided to let my hair down to air dry, and the rest of me looked swallowed in his clothes. His sweats were pulled tightly around my hips, exposing my stomach when I stood. The shirt would probably be form fitting on him, but it just barely gave me a shape, though my chest clung to the fabric. I didn't know what this meant, but whatever it was felt nice.

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"I got the pizza, and Sam already confirmed I was right about it being your favorite so..." James trailed off as he saw me standing in the kitchen, leaning over a brochure of sorts. I looked up to see him holding pizza in one hand and soda in the other as his eyes widened at my get up.

"No snappy remark, blue eyes? Wow, they just keep getting wide-" he cut me off by throwing the box down in front of me.

"Movie?" he muttered, quickly making his way past towards the living room.

"uh...okay. Can we watch 'Casablanca'?"

He turned around, looking at me with confusion.

"You know that movie? That was made almost 80 years ago."

"I'm a sucker for the classics, James," I say, grabbing the pizza and soda of the counter and bringing it to the coffee table.

"Bucky, please. We're gonna be living together and already saw you half-naked," he chides, sitting down on the couch and flipping it on with the remote.

"Okay, Bucky, do you remember the plot?" I probe, sitting myself next to him as I placed two glasses in front of us. I pulled my legs up to cross and adjusted the waist of my pants to sit above my stomach more comfortably. He was leaning back into the sofa, as I was turned to face him, waiting patiently for a response.

"I mean, I remember looking back on it and how terribly it depicted the war. It was not easy to find love abroad," he stated, reaching to grab a slice of pizza.

"Were you looking for love?"

"I was looking for fun. I was pretty sure I was gonna die, or at least not make it back. I was kind of right," he finished, biting into the slice.

"Yeah, not a lot of love in present day HYDRA safe-houses either. Not that I had time for it between missions, I say, leaning over to pour the drinks.

"Well what were you before...them?"

"A history student, if you can believe it. Wanted to study abroad and learn about wars, apply it to algorithms to prevent them. Seems like the common denominator was always men," I reply with a wink.

"I can't say you are wrong. But I am impressed. And now..."

"Now, I'm protected by the Avengers, er- what's left of them, and am able to use my skills for good. All of that history knowledge, everything I have ever learned and forgotten about, I can remember it all". I looked him up and down. "I didn't recognize you without the long hair and this stubble thing kinda threw me off, it's not the same as the pictures in the museum".

He adjusted his angle to better face me, curiosity etched across his features. "You really are something," he contended. The comment caused me to pull back, shocked by his honesty.

"I...uh..." I stammer, unsure of how to proceed.

"If you're going to say thank you, don't bother. It's just a fact," he noted, once more causing me to fall to silence.

He started looking up the movie, struggling with the technology of the remote.

As I studied him, the tension in his jaw, the stress he carries in his eyes, I realized I shared similar features.

"ты как я," I whisper under my breath, unsure if he even heard me.

You are like me.

I knew when he straightened up, and slowly looked in my direction.

"я знаю," he replied.

I know.

I reached my hand out to his arm, resting it on gently.

"What does this mean?" I asked softly.

"I'm not quite sure."

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The next morning, I awoke to the smell of deep roast coffee.

Bucky and I had spent almost the entire night talking. We skimmed around the dark parts of our past, knowing that there would be time for that, but instead got to know the things that really shaped who we are today.

He really enjoyed his time in Wakanda. It was incredibly healing for him, and allowed him a chance to find piece, something we ex-soldiers and spies rarely could get. He told me about his life in the 40s, or what he could remember. A lot of his memories has been formed with the help of Steve, which I knew caused him pain. But he also found happiness in retelling those stories, knowing that someone else will see him as more than the Winter Soldier.

I shared my experience abroad. I had been all across the USA, in Canada, both Iceland and Greenland, Poland, France, Italy, Turkey, London, and of course Sokovia. It was were I had been taken during my travels. I had never told anyone about this before, but I had felt so comforted knowing that he had been through something so similar.

I don't know when, but at some point in the night, I had ended up falling asleep propped up on the couch. When I woke up in my bed the next morning, I realized it must have been him. I looked down to see I was still wearing his shirt, and smiled to myself. When I got up, I found his sweats on the floor, knowing I probably kicked them off when I got into bed. I stepped back into them, pulling them up around my legs and tying them once more on my hips. I looked in the mirror, my hair limp and flat from sleep. Checking my phone, I walked out, scratching my head and rubbing my face, yawning as the coffee smell grew stronger.

"доброе утро," he greets me, smirking at the confused face I made.

"No Russian. Too early. Try again later," I mumbled, jumping up to sit on the counter. He held up the sugar, shaking it in my face.

"Two to three teaspoons please," I groan, pushing the container out of my face.

"Someone likes it sweet," he laughs, dumping in my unhealthy request.

"And creamer, if you have some," I added, smiling as he turned towards the fridge.

"Did you know you speak Russian in your sleep?"

"I bet you do the same. All HYDRA escapees probably," I mutter, taking the mug from his hands.

"Well, you will have to let me know sometime," he chides, taking a sip of his own black coffee.

"Last night was...."

"Traumatizing?"

"Yeah, but maybe healing too?"

"Good," he exclaims, walking over to the couch. He sits down, swiping his phone off the charger next to him.

"Before you have to go, do you want some breakfast?" I offer, scanning his response to my inquiry.

"Is that your power thing? You knew they would ask me to work today?" He questions, looking down at the phone and then back at me.

"It's a skill, not a power. I'm not a superhero," I laugh, getting out the contents for a breakfast sandwich.

"Yes, I would like one. But you already knew that didn't you?"

"No skills required. Tony texted me this morning too. We are training together."

He smiled. He almost looked excited.

"I'm gonna beat your ass again Y/L/N".

"You wish".

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Every day, we played out the same routine.

I would wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I'd come out, thank him and proceed to make us breakfast. We would then go to combat training for a few hours. When he wasn't helping me, he was working on his own workout routine; often, he would put aside time to just focus on improving my knife skills. He would always joked that I showed promise after out first encounter, and then would promptly beat my ass in a knife fight.

After training, it would be time to meet Sam for lunch, chat about our personal lives (which were rarely separated from our work), as well as current issues in the Avengers, and the world.

Bucky always stayed close by when we were out and about, glancing over to make sure I was okay. I would signal back that it was okay, smiling as a way of thanks when I noticed him checking. The only time we went our separate ways for our "rehab plans" we called jokingly. He would go see his therapist while I went and saw mine. Then, he would meet Sam for a bit by himself, while I went back to our place and did paperwork. When he came home, we would decide on dinner and a movie, but would probably stay up the whole night talking and leaving the movie with at least 20 minutes to go (on a good night).

One night, after I had "magically" ended up in bed, I woke up to Bucky shaking me, yelling my name.

"Y/N! Y/N, it's me, it's Bucky! Come on Y/N, wake up!"

I was drenched in sweat and my voice felt coarse and raw. My heart was beating at an impossible rate, as I shot up to hold on to him.

"Y/N, it's okay, you're okay," he said, trying to calm me down as he pushed my wet hair off of my face. I was gripping his arms, trying my best to ground myself. My eyes were bloodshot and wet, as tears and sweat mixed down my face. His blue eyes were frantically searching me, making sure that I was okay.

"It was them Bucky, they were here, they were gonna hurt you, I couldn't move, they said the, they said the words Bucky, jesus I was gonna lose you Buck, I couldn't, I can't..." I trailed off, starting to hyperventilate as I buried my face in his chest, allowing him to pull me closer.

He held me against him, shushing me as he ran his hand through the back of my hair. His chin rested atop my head as I regained control of my breathing. As my heart rate lowered and the sound of blood rushing through my ears subsided, I heard him say softly:

"I could never leave you Y/N, I can't...you mean to much to me..."

I didn't know if he realized I heard him, but it made me relax into him a little more. We didn't move for I don't know how long, just holding each other, breathing in sync. I could feel myself start to get sleepy, and began to slump more and more into him. He could feel the wait of me on his chest, and softly laid me back into the bed. When I was settled in, he started to scoot backwards towards the edge of the bed, before I grabbed his arm.

"Stay. Please. Stay," I barely whispered.

He looked down at me, tucked under the covers in an oversized t-shirt with my hair a crazy mess around my face. My eyes were glassy and red from crying, but my grip on his arm was sure.

"Please Buck."

I pulled back the covers next to me, signaling the invitation that I meant it.

He was only in a T-Shirt and boxers in himself, but nevertheless, he climbed in anyways. As he slid down, I pulled myself into him, hugging his torso as the scent of his fabric softener filled my nose.

He wrapped his arm under my head and around me, the other to my back, sheltering me from my nightmares as I drifted back to sleep. When I woke up, my head was resting on top of his chest, his hand still in my hair. I could count his steady heartbeats over time, our breathing once more in time together. I glanced up to see his stubbly face, in a serene sleep. I had heard him up late at night, wandering in the living room. I am sure he had nightmares like me, but I was the unlucky one to have the first terror while we were roommates.

I couldn't help but realize that he put a shirt on.

He never wore a shirt to sleep.

I knew this because I had woken up a time or two to go to the bathroom, and he would be there, on the floor, practically shining as the moonlight radiated off of his skin. It was almost impressive.

So he put a shirt on when he came in to help me last night. I guess it is respectful of him. I mean, everything about last night, or at least what I could remember, made me feel safer than I had in a very long time. Bucky always made me feel safe, but now, lying on his chest, it was deeper than two former soldiers-it was intimate.

I couldn't stop myself, I inched slightly up, lifting my head to his face, practically nose to nose. I could feel him exhale as the air left his nose and tickled my face. I leaned down, just off to the right side of his mouth and softly kissed him. I couldn't kiss him on the lips, but I needed to put it out there, even if he was asleep. I laid back down next to him, facing the ceiling as I felt him softly stir next to me. I tried to discreetly roll away, my body turned away from him, screwing my eyes closed.

I could feel the bed shift underneath me as he awoke. I could feel him leaning over me, checking to see that I was "asleep". Then, I felt his lips on my forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple.

"You can't get away with it that easily Y/N"

My eyes slowly opened, as if afraid I would see it was all a dream, and he wouldn't be there. Instead, he was looking down at me, his head cocked to the side with a crooked smile dancing on his lips. Concern was etched on my brow, though my mouth betrayed me in a half smile as I stared back at the blue eyed soldier.

"I uh-I didn't, uh, mean to wake you Bucky, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I stuttered out, worried that I might have made him feel pressured to return the favor.

I was surprised when his arm reached for my waist, pulling me from my side to my back as he rested his hands on either side of me. Trapped underneath him, my train of thought was so far off the rails, my ability to even speak was completely hijacked.

"Y/N, you have no idea how long I had been waiting for you to do something like that," he confessed. I quivered underneath him, my only response to his words. He was now hovering above my torso, propped up on his forearms as he continued to ramble.

"I never wanted to pressure or impose anything against you. I thought that you felt it too, and I wanted to be a gentleman, but with last night and you wanting me to stay, and now this morning..., I just wanted to make sure that I am reading the signals right an-"

He was cut off by my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him up to my face where our noses connected once more. His eyes were piercing, searching mine frantically before I closed them and pulled him down. Our lips attached to one another, fitting together softly, one on top of the other. His arm slid underneath my back and pressed me into him as my arm wrapped around his neck, my other hand holding his face. I could feel the metal against my waist, but it was warmer than usual, probably due to being under the covers all night. After years of torture and pain for the both of us, this kiss made terrors of that night worth it. It brought him and I together.

As we pulled away, our lips still stuck to the others until there was enough distance to truly focus our eyesight on the other. Pupils dilated, chests rising and falling against each other, our status shifted from roommates to something more in seconds. Maybe we were always something more and we hadn't realized it until now. But none of the what ifs mattered now. Now, there was a certainty that Bucky and I had a future together.

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A/N: This made me cry. A lot. The angst, the coping skills, the little sparks of chemistry. I just love writing about this man. He is everything a girl could ask for. I will start writing a part two tomorrow and I can promise you, it is about to be a lot cuter, a lot smuttier, and a lot more BUCKKKYYYY.

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