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dinbuckyenthusiasts · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes Shopping HCs

Grocery shopping:

Bucky going grocery shopping would be both funny and sad. Food would be more of a basic thing to him, just a means to survive, until you opened him up more to the idea of learning to cook different comfort foods. No matter what some ff writers say, I firmly believe that because of the era he grew up in/environment he was kept in, he doesn’t know how to cook. He would’ve been the kind of boy to sit and watch his mom cook, but never would’ve joined in. Now that he has freedom, I can see him following your advice and would try to recreate old recipes his mom used to make for him. That would be a never-ending project for him and he would definitely ask both you and Sam to help him taste test. It would take him a long time to figure out cooking, like what kind of spices to use, different types of cuisine, etc. Bucky would definitely go to smaller grocery stores, like farmers markets, because that’s what would feel the most natural to him, the most comfortable. I am also a strong believer that Bucky hates jello with a passion. I don’t know why but it’s just not him.

Clothes shopping:

Bucky going clothes shopping alone and going clothes shopping with you would be two VERY different things. When Bucky first went clothes shopping alone (after hydra/shield yk…) he would’ve been SO overwhelmed by the choices. It was a lifetime ago that he had the opportunity to choose so he wouldn’t know what to get. He wouldn’t really have a sense of style either and would end up quickly buying the most generic clothes (henleys, tees, etc.) so he could blend in with the crowd easily. But around the time TFATWS took place, he would start to get back out into the world, and would definitely take shopping as something a bit more significant. It’s still definitely not his favourite activity, but he’s slowly learning to incorporate his own style/what he enjoys (leather jacket, TIGHT tee shirts).

If he went shopping with you, he would enjoy it A LOT more. He’d love watching you try things on and would be convinced that you’d have to get every single outfit. Alone, he probably wouldn’t try this but with you, he would check out the food court and get something to eat. He’d really like the food court because of all the types of food they have available from different cultures. All in all, he would purely enjoy having people around and not needing to be anxious. He would love walking around with you and having a “normal” experience. That would mean the world to him.

Gift shopping:

The holidays would be such a stressful time for Bucky because he would not like gift shopping. It’s not that he doesn’t like giving gifts, it’s that the shopping, picking, and planning itself is so exhausting. He would have no idea what to get for his loved ones. He’s definitely more of a people pleaser so he wants to get something that people will use and enjoy, no matter the price. In the end, he would ponder over his options for an absurd amount of time and then get something more last minute. He wouldn’t expect the person to like the gift and would downplay it so much, but the receiver would love it. He’d be in disbelief for a while but then would be so happy that he got a gift that someone loved.

Car shopping:

Bucky going car shopping would be an ordeal. This man just wants a nice, comfortable method of transportation but of course it’s not that easy. He would end up going to a car shop that was around back in the day, something like Chevrolet but would be so confused at all the new different kinds of cars there are. He doesn’t really understand why some people are obsessed with cars, to him it’s just a thing that gets you places (it’s not like it flies). He would almost give up on the idea of buying a car, but then he’d happen to walk past an older garage shop and see a few older vehicles. He would be pleased at the lack of confusing language and would see an older motorcycle and would just buy it immediately. The owner of the shop would be so confused at a simple walk-in purchase but Bucky would be so happy that this mission of his was over.

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kayvsworld · 3 months

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a cozy grumpy bucky for @a-bit-of-owlish-fun ! thanks for commissioning me :)

#he has the snacks from his apartment in romania if u even CARE #he's a cozy white wolf. drawing this healed me thanks he's so cute im going to squish him #also: feels weird to write his name out normally im gonna say it. he's bonky to me #bucky barnes #marvel art #mine

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annafacose · 6 months

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After more than two years of total silence, here I'm again.

It has been a very tough time for my mental health and I almost completely stopped drawing. This is one of the few pieces I was able to do in the last years and... it's quite indicative of the state of mind I was in xD

Thankfully it's so much better now and I'm starting to enjoy drawing again <3

(Pss… If you want to follow me also on patreon you will find many - happier and spicy - new drawings!)

#mcu #bucky barnes #my art #my fanart #comfort character #mental health #recovery #healing journey

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cha0s-incarnated · 1 year

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Rewatching Captain America: The Winter Soldier just reminds me how much potential Marvel WASTED by not making Steve and Bucky a thing, like c'mon you make one of the most romantic ships of the Goddamn series, AND YOU THROW IT ALL AWAY?? FOR WHAT?? A LACKLUSTER ENDING IN ENDGAME?? BOOOOOOOOOO

#this is why i need fanfiction to survive #so that i may heal my poor poor soul #Steve Rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stevebucky #captain america: the winter soldier #catws

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mandyyvibes · 3 months

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people talk about the super soldier healing factor really casually and the intrinsic body horror of literally wiping away blood only to watch the flesh underneath knitting itself back together, forming scabs and scars and nothing at all in a matter of minutes or hours, is kind of horrifying? or like imagine watching a bruise go from light green to deep purple to sickly yellow before your eyes? gross! 🤠

#tw injury #tw body horror #i’m saying this is a positive way btw. give me the ‘god what have they done to you’ moments in ww2 as bucky watches steve’s cuts heal in #real time #give me GOD WJAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME as the same thing happens to him #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #captain america #winter soldier

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last-herondale · 5 days

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Almost Part 8

Bucky Barnes x Femreader!

Warnings: none

Angst, heartbreak, healing

AN: this story is close to my heart. This whole series. I’ll go into more detail perhaps once it’s done.

Enjoy ❤️

Months had passed. The weather here in the islands was warm and tropical. You had always loved the beach. Watching the waves crash against the sand, feeling the warm beams of sun hit your face as you relaxed in a beach chair. Tony had several island houses, some remote, some really, really remote, and then there was the one you had chosen, which was completely isolated away from the rest of the world.

Tony didn’t ask questions when you came to him that early morning. You only told him that you needed to get away. Somewhere no one could find you. Somewhere you could be alone. He gave you an access card, an address, and sent you on your way in one of his private jets. The vacation house was huge, way too big for one single person, but you were not going to complain.

You spent the first few weeks in bed. Your body and soul felt absolutely exhausted. Guilt riddled your chest. You hated leaving your team like that. No explanation, no word at all. It wasn’t fair to the people who you saw as your family. But there wasn’t time to write every single one of them a note. You just left one for Steve and Nat. You left the note with Tony to give to Nat, but you left the note for Steve on your dresser.

It was short, but it was all you could muster before you chickened out. It hurt too much. Feeling like you used Steve, fighting with Bucky, and lying to yourself and everyone else that you are okay. There seemed to be very limited options as to what you could do about it without messing everything you built up. Without destroying the whole team itself, over something as trivial as your heart.

It felt like you were dying. Physically and spiritually. You took sleeping pills just to shut out everything racking in your brain. You hardly ate, even though Tony made sure to send groceries every week. No one had come to check up on you, so you assumed that Tony had made good on his promise to keep your whereabouts secret. It was strange to feel so conflicted. To want nothing more than to be alone, but also want someone to talk to.

So you opted for writing. Tony had plenty of empty journals in the house, some filled with new suit ideas or other inventions, but you found one that looked like it wouldn’t be missed and began writing. It helped. Writing down anything and everything you had been feeling when you felt it. It took a few weeks, but you finally decided to leave the house. You began taking walks, writing on the beach, reading the various books that Tony had. It was nice. It was starting to feel like a vacation.

You created a routine. You woke up early in the mornings on the weekdays, making sure to go on a long walk around the island before the sun rose. Then whenever you were ready, you went back to the house and made yourself something to eat. Sometimes it was breakfast, most times it was lunch by the time you returned. You spent your afternoons either reading or writing or sleeping. It was a bit boring and mundane, but it felt like it was exactly what you needed.

The only thing that bothered you was the zero contact. You did miss your friends. At the mark of one month of your isolation, you decided to write to Nat. You left a note for Tony, asking that he still not give out your whereabouts, but you trusted him enough to write a few letters with Nat. Nat seemed understanding, if not a bit disappointed you hadn’t gone to her first before leaving. She didn’t say anything about Steve or Bucky, although you were very careful not to ask or even hint that you wanted to know. Even though you did. Desperately.

You started writing to her every week. You thought maybe one day she would get fed up with you avoiding everything, but all Nat ever said at the end of her letters were:

“I love you. Just be careful, okay? I’ll always be here for you if you need me.”

It was everything to have her support, and Tonys. You felt as if you were finally getting better. You were finally taking care of your mental health and your feelings, rather than worry about everyone else. It was strange. It felt selfish. But you realized it was needed.

After two months, you decided you needed somewhere a bit more social to be. Tony was happy to oblige, and he and Pepper came to help you get settled into your new living space in Maui. It was smaller than the first house, much to your appreciation. Pepper and you talked for a bit, and it was nice to open up to her. She often seemed so set apart from the chaos of the tower life, so she offered her unbiased opinion.

Tony’s aim was to help you have fun again. Before he and Pepper left, he showed you his favorite spots, and ensured that the owners would take care of you, if you ever decided to enter their establishment. It was nice to be out and social again. Even just being out to dinner with the two of them livened your spirits up more than you thought it would.

That’s when you decided that it was time. You told Tony before he left, that he could share your whereabouts with the team. He had just given you a look of uncertainty, but then shrugged. You weren’t sure if he would follow through, but then Pepper put her hand on your shoulder and you knew she would take care of it.

The local city in Maui was wonderful. It wasn’t full of tourists, but it was bustling full of the locals. They were kind, and very pleasant to be around. Even if you didn’t talk to them much, it was nice to be back around people. You took up a small job, delivering merchandise for one of Tony’s recommended shops. You knew it was a small task, certainly not up to what you were capable of doing, but it kept you busy.

You still wrote daily, keeping up with your journal that was now full. Tony had gifted you a whole set, for however long you wanted to stay. You considered going home. Several times during your trip. The memories of what you left behind… who you left behind. It caused you too much pain.

The pain was ebbing, ever so slowly. The realignment, the refocusing your attention back to yourself made it easier. You realized that you deserved to put yourself first. That you needed to love yourself before you could love anyone. And so these long months have been your love letter to yourself. You followed your heart. Did what you wanted. You were honest with yourself and your needs. Things were finally becoming okay.

You felt like it was finally okay… it was finally acceptable to just be you.

A few people sent their regards. A few letters came in for you, one from Sam, Wanda, and even Scott. Nat visited you the next week Tony left. It was nice to be with her again and be able to cry and hug her. It was nice to converse and be around the people you loved. People that you had neglected in your mess. It made you feel whole again… well almost.

You missed them. Although it was hard to say their names still, you missed them both. You missed them terribly.

And like always, it seemed that the universe had a great sense of humor when it came to you. You were sorting through the mail, a normal routine you did once a week. The letters were from the usual suspects, but one name made your heart stop.

You knew it would happen. Maybe even hoped it would happen. And now it seemed that the time had finally come.

#fem reader #reader x marvel #marvel fanfic club #marvel #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fic #bucky x reader #fan fic author #healing #angst prompt #angst #alone

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buckysouvenir · 8 months

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unexpected losses

chapter 1 of healing hearts.

reblogs, likes and comments are always encouraged and highly appreciated! thank you ♡

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the avengers tower felt emptier than ever for y/n. the ache in her chest seemed to echo the emptiness of her surroundings. she had just broekn up with bucky barnes, the man she thought she'd spend her entire life with. the pain was overwhelming, and all she wanted was to find some solace.

she walked through the corridors with carried steps, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she nearly collided with natasha romanoff.

natasha's face softened when she saw y/n's tear-streaked cheeks. "y/n, are you okay?"

y/n's voice trembled as she tried to hold back her tears. "no, nat. i'm not."

natasha's arms wrapped around y/n in a comforting embrace. "i'm so sorry, y/n."

she let herself cry in natasha's arms. she had lost the person she loved, and it felt like her world was crashing down around her.

eventually, y/n pulled away slightly, her voice shaky. "i just need some time alone now, nat."

natasha nodded understandingly. "take all the time you need. i'll be here whenever you're ready."

y/n wiped her tears and managed a weak smile. "thanks."

a few weeks had passed, the emotional wounds were still fresh. y/n took comfort in her alone time and she's thankful all her friends were by her side for wherever needed.

it was long days of crying and trying to keep herself busy, training, movie nights, shopping, starting new hobbies (let's just say, learning to paint and crochet are not a good idea for a hobby when you're already feeling like the world is against you)

after all this time, she definitely felt sad, but in a different kind of way. there's much more thinking and reflecting on things now.

she had trusted bucky with her heart, and now it lay shattered. she found herself in a quiet table in corner, sitting alone with her thoughts, hot coffee in hand.

lost in her thoughts, y/n looked up, her heart clenching as she saw a familiar sight that she hadn't expected. bucky and natasha stood close, their faces inches apart. y/n's breath caught in her throat as she watched them share a lingering kiss.

the world seemed to turn upside down, and y/n's emotions took a sharp turn. she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her best friend and the man she had loved were together, in a way that felt like a knife to her heart. her sadness turned into anger in the fastest way possible.

she got up from her table, knocking down her mug making a loud noise echo through the room, making the two of them notice her presence.

y/n started to walk away from both of them, only hearing the fast steps behind her, but she didn't dare to look back.

"please! PLEASE!" natasha begged as she reached y/n and grabbed her arm.

she stopped in her tracks to look at them with a mix of anger and sorrow on her face. she kept looking at both of them, waiting for a word. when it didn't come, she turned around again and started to walk away.

natasha "WAIT!"

y/n stopped again and turned to face her. "WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?"

bucky's and natasha's eyes were dripping from guilt. "i'm sorry" she said with a choked voice.

bucky stepped forward, his voice pleading, "y/n, please! we- we didn't plan for this to happen!"

y/n only shook her head in denial, as she closed her eyes and felt the tears stream down her face. "i- i- i thought we could still be friends. after everything, i thought i still deserved some consideration but apparently not."

she wiped away her tears, her voice firm. "i deserve better than this."

"i would've never done this to you!" she said, looking natasha in the eye.

she turned on her heel and walked away from them for the last time, not wanting to see any more of the painful scene. she walked away, her heart heavy with a new layer of hurt. she couldn't help but feel a profound sense of loss.

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sanguineterrain · 1 year

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"love is stored in the kitchen."

for my very dear best friend lavenderbucky. merry late christmas, i love you <3

(p.s: bucky made apple cake for steve)

#bucky barnes #stucky #bucky barnes fanart #bucky art #marvel #marvel fanart #mcu #mcu fanart #stucky art #healing bucky #recovering bucky

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nascenticity · 7 months

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i have seen a lot of headcanons (& fics!) about bucky doing crochet or knitting that i LOVE but i also need everyone to consider --

steve watching his mother doing irish crochet; maybe she even teaches him some simple things when he's sick and needs something to occupy him so he'll sit still and rest; its a creative outlet for sarah and that artistic streak is something she and steve share almost a century later, crochet comes back into fashion with millennials and gen-z, and steve looks up a youtube tutorial. he doesn't have many physical things left from his mom; but he can make some stuff that she would have loved and it helps him feel close to her.

#marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #ive been thinking about this a LOT lately #ive been looking at a lot of vintage crochet patterns lately and it had me thinking about sarah rogers and the fact that this would 100%#have been something she was exposed to/taught as a young girl. ofc as a single mother she wouldn't have had a lot of free time.#but making little things here and there as a hobby is far from out of the question #also since i hc steve as neurodivergent (adhd and possibly autistic) its entirely possible sarah was too #and crochet is just. such a good stim.#also lots and lots of headcanons about steve getting bored when he was sick #sitting in bed is BORING and im sure at least a few sketchbooks were filled that way #but maybe also a mother who is desperate to get her small child to calm down so his body can heal. will go “hey wanna see what i'm making?”#ik everyone has headcanons about bucky doing traditionally feminine stuff and sees steve as more traditionally masculine #bc that was gatekept from him bc of his disabilities #but let me have this

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iamnotapalindrome · 1 year

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Constellations

This is how I imagine Steve might paint Bucky. Happy birthday Bucky Barnes!

11x14"-ish mixed media (watercolor, ink, acrylic, colored pencil) on hot-press watercolor paper

Also posted on AO3

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #traditional art #mixed media #painting #symbolism #surrealism #healing imagery #stars #constellations #kintsugi #implied Stucky #fanart #bucky barnes fanart #stucky fanart #will I now paint the companion piece or will I simply go insane #art

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gleeksfreaksandwannabes · 2 months

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It’s update time! Aka I’m sick, I needed a pick me up, and I love this chapter a lot, so here it is!

Our boys are slowly healing with a bit of help from their team!

#my love #this is a bucky chapter #because he deserves it #i really do hope they give him space to heal in thunderbolts #but i seriously doubt it #which is why i wrote this #amongst steve’s angst i did have to give bucky some time to heal #my little love #this chapter makes me so emotional #actually so does the whole rest of this story tbh #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #steve rogers #captain america #stucky #marvel #my writing #laura’s writing

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kayvsworld · 6 months

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??? woke up to emails from ko-fi telling me a bunch of INCREDIBLY KIND folks have bought me ko-fis and also sent VERY cute tony stark refs for their commission requests u guys are the best???? i am crying thank u,

#I DID NOT EXPECT THIS. HEAD IN MY HANDS #i also didn't realize that like. having a fun thing that i can do that will feel like it's tangibly helping would ALSO be good. for me??#like oh!!!! you're paying me to DRAW BUCKY BARNES????? cool i'm getting smiley rdj gifs in my inbox im healed i'm gonna be ok #i can take a break from doom spiralling and obsessively checking apartment listings and online banking to INSTEAD. draw iron man. helpfully #kayvswords

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swimminginstarlight · 9 months

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so many bucky and nat recovery thoughts. there are so many parallels between their experiences and i cannot stop thinking abt them opening up to each other & teaching each other coping mechanisms & helping each other heal. man

#marvel #winterwidow #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #i just think #healthy/healing avengers #are so neat #buckynat

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elixirfromthestars · 2 years

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Fieldwork

Pairing: Detective!Bucky Barnes x Lawyer!Reader

Summary: You end up getting hurt while out in the field questioning a suspect. Thankfully, Detective Barnes is there to help.

Word Count: ~600

Warning(s): crime show level of violence / gun violence / mentions of a near-death experience / injuries + including mild description of injuries / blood / hurt+comfort

Prompt: patching up a wound + at a crime scene

a/n: This is a submission for @real-jane ‘s healing hands writing challenge! Congratulations on the milestone! 🥳 This drabble was inspired by the previous fic I wrote Conflict of Interest , this is placed around a year or so before the events of that fic happen. However, this is a stand-alone drabble, so you don’t need to read the mentioned fic to understand anything, but if you liked the dynamic here, I recommend reading it! 🥰 Thank you for reading! ❤️

“ Watch your step.” Detective Barnes had an arm wrapped around your waist, helping you maneuver through a crowd of officers. You were heading over to the back of an ambulance, a bit too shaken to walk on your own. As soon as you sat on the edge of it, his hands inspected the wound on your right shoulder. You held in any protests as the burning sensation worsened.

“ So much for my favorite coat.” You took it off, grumbling at the sight of the tear in it.

“ That’s what you’re worried about?” There was a smile of disbelief on his face.

The blouse you were wearing was expectedly torn as well. He sent you a sympathetic look when he cut through it to get to your wound. You couldn’t help the tiny gasp that escaped when you laid eyes on it. You finally realized why it felt like it was on fire. A bullet grazed your shoulder, removing a bit of the top layer of skin. The shades of red and pink across the wound assured you it would leave a scar.

“ I promise it looks worse than it actually is,” he held your arm up gently,” This might hurt a little, so hold onto me if you’d like,” his tone was so sincere it surprised you. You hadn’t known him for long, so you hesitated to accept the comfort you needed. Nevertheless, you appreciated the gesture.

He cleaned your wound meticulously, his eyes narrowing in concentration. You bit the inside of your cheek, stopping yourself from wincing. The sudden closeness had you fiddling with the loose threads of your coat that laid across your lap. Your eyes wandered over to his hands that were wrapping a bandage around your arm. This brought your attention to a cut on his index finger. You looked over at the medical kit beside you, searching for a bandaid.

Without thinking, you took a hold of his right hand and placed it on your lap, wiping the blood around his cut with a small gauze pad. You felt his gaze on you as you wrapped the bandaid around his finger.

“ You know I was the one patching you up, right?”

“ Is that your way of thanking me, detective?”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips,“ Thank you,” he paused, his smile fading,” I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you come. You got hurt because of me.” He couldn’t meet your eyes, putting the medical supplies back in their case. You placed your hand on his wrist, grabbing his attention.

“ You’re not putting this on yourself. The suspect said he would have legal representation present, so I chose to come. If it weren’t for you, I might not be here right now. So please don’t apologize for saving my life.” You recalled the way the suspect drew his gun to shoot you, a memory you knew would haunt you for a while. If it weren’t for Detective Barnes reacting quickly, pulling you towards him and out of the line of fire, the bullet would’ve done more than just graze you.

“ I know, but I should’ve checked for any weapons in the househ-” You cut him off with a stern look, reminding him of who he was trying to argue with. He let it go, realizing he was disputing with one of the best prosecutors in New York.

“ Although, maybe you could do me a little favor and let Prosecutor Romanoff know what happened here today,” you requested with a playful tone. He blew out a breath, shaking his head, an amused expression overtaking his features. “ No way. She’s your best friend, she’ll go easy on you when you tell her. She’ll kill me once you do.” You shared a laugh at that, the mood becoming lighter.

He finished patching up your wound, the pain diminishing slightly. He held out his hand, helping you off of the ambulance,“ Now, how about I go arrest the bastard so you can take him to court?” You smirked,“ I like the sound of that.”

#healinghandschallenge #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #Healing Hands Challenge #bucky fic #bucky drabble #bucky barnes drabble #bucky fluff #detective bucky #james buchanan barnes #mcu drabble #marvel drabbles #mcu #marvel #bucky barnes fluff

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blondie20000 · 4 months

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Human - Bucky Barnes x Yelena Belova

They are weapons, but together, they feel human.

Bucky never thought he would have a moment like this ever again a moment where he would allow someone to touch him, strip off his layers, take control of the situation. Last time he was like that he was strapped down to a chair, his body, mind and soul being abused by HYDRA.

He takes a shaky breath as Yelena runs her hands over his body. She is slow and cautious. Bucky can sense she is wary, because like him Yelena Belova never thought she would experience something so mundane like this and now she is doing it now it is happening and she is lost, unsure of what to do because after all of this time, her whole life, she has learnt to kill. She has turned into a killing machine, and she didn't know anything else apart from death.

Another glide along his chest. Yelena's brows furrow and she bites her lip looking uncomfortable. She is used to direct orders, following someone's every command it is strange for her to now be the one to make the decisions.

Bucky can relate to that. Their minds have been controlled for so long it was hard to trust themselves sometimes.

Bucky still struggled to trust himself.

He reaches out with his arm, the same arm that has snapped many necks and beaten people until they are nothing but a bloody mess on the ground.

It rests on her cheek. She shivers. She knew exactly where that hand has been, the damage it has caused, but she didn't pull away like others would instead she remained where she was allowing him to touch her.

It is not the first time she has been in contact with death.

Bucky gives her a silent nod to convey he understands. He knows her feelings all too well.

"No rush." He assures her.

She blows out a sigh and nods back.

Yelena straightens up, rolls her shoulders and mentally counts herself in.

She can do this.

She wants this.

She wants him.

"No pressure." He adds. "We can stop anytime just say the word."

"Shut up!" She scowls at him. She then rolls her eyes. "Jeez were you like this with all your previous hook ups? Bore them to death with your mouth."

"No." He replies. "Because you are not a hook up." He smiles. "You are much more than that. Miss Belova."

Those words shouldn't affect her but it does. A blush creeps up on her cheeks. She then scoffs and shakes her head.

"So you want to kill me with your words? Slow death huh?" She tries to joke. "Wow I'm honored White Wolf I really am."

Bucky didn't reply.

Bucky knows she is only acting like this to cover her up vulnerability. For all the time Bucky has known her, Yelena puts up a front, a mask to hide away the pain and weakness. Others may have been fooled, but Bucky wasn't. He can see right through that mask because it is the same mask he wore day in and day out. When he looked at Yelena, it was like looking into a mirror. A reflection of trauma staring back at him.

Bucky wants to change the image, see something else in the mirror, wipe the trauma away, and replace it with good with light. If there is one person who deserved that, it was Yelena.

Yelena hesitates at first before leaning down and kissing his chest. A small kiss but it is a huge deal to them both. She then kissed him in another spot then another and another. Barnes closes his eyes as Yelena kissed every part of him. Her lips grazed his skin causing him to shiver. Soon her hands went to his face. She cups his cheeks and stares directly into his eyes.

It is like she is looking straight into his soul.

Did she see that mirror as well?

Did she want to smash that mirror to pieces and scream. Bucky wants to do that. He wishes he can just drop to his knees and scream as loud he could. Let out it all out. He might be in a better place than before but the memories are still there lingering in the back of his mind. No matter how much he washed his hands the blood wouldn't wash away.

He is a monster.

Most people would run from monsters but Yelena didn't. She has seen the ugliness, the darkness in him that even his friends couldn't bear to look at but Yelena never once judged him, she accepted him, all of him because she saw herself as a monster as well.

"Us monsters have got to stick together." She once told him trying to humor the situation but Bucky clung on to those words relieved that there is someone who understood him, who is exactly like him. It made him determined to help her.

And this made him more determined to help himself.

They continued to stare at each other watching each other's life flash across their eyes. Like a movie.

Bucky gently grasps one of her hands. He moves his head and brushes his lips against her knuckles.

She closes her eyes and sighs heavily.

He urges her to look at him.

She does.

He brushes his thumb across her lower lip. He wants to tell her how beautiful she truly is but he knows if he did she would likely send his ass straight out of the door. She wasn't one for compliments and cheesy chat up lines so Bucky decided to express his feelings through actions.

He silently asks for her permission.

She gives it to him.

Bucky leans forward and locks her lips with his. He kisses her slowly wanting her to feel comfortable in his presence. He kept it short until she asked him to kiss her again. He did. This time the kiss is more fierce, more passionate. Yelena soon responds when she started to become more confident.

She teases him with her tongue pushing inside and rolling it along with his. A ghost of a smile passed across her lips as she got a low moan out of him.

"Yelena." He breathes against her.

She cracked a grin as his breaths became shallow.

"You break easily." She said once she pulled away. "I'm shocked."

"Willingly." He replies. "For once I don't have to fight against it."

She knows what he meant by that. Choosing to not comment on it knowing Barnes wouldn't wish to speak anymore on the topic, Yelena sent a trail of kisses along his neck and rubs against his stubble. It tickled her. She then turns her focus to his metal arm, giving it her full attention.

This arm held a weight. A burden. A reminder of his days as The Winter Soldier. It will always be there to show what he lost and what he became.

Maybe it is time to change the image of his arm. A scar it is but rather convey it as pain, fear and death it should instead be a symbol of strength. Sergeant Barnes is here, alive. He fought through the programming and came back to them. The Winter Soldier is dead and the White Wolf rose. He should carry them scars with pride.

She kisses his arm. The cold metal making her shiver. She kisses it again and caresses it showing no fear towards him.

Bucky holds his breath as she tended to his arm what he always saw as a weapon.

"Wear it with pride Barnes." She spoke softly to him. "You got out. You are here to tell the tale."

You are here with me. She wanted to say but didn't.

His arm, one of his many scars.

Bucky thought the same for her. He viewed her scars in the same way. He wants her to be proud. She broke away from the Red Room and helped Natasha take them down.

"Same goes to you." He then said.

Yelena pauses and looks down. She didn't feel the same way. The guilt of what she did still consumed her. She didn't view her scars as heroic. They were instead a reminder that no matter how far she ran from it she will always be a Widow, a trained assassin, a killer.

She was no hero.

Bucky sighs and takes her hand.

They are proud of each other. If only they could feel that way about themselves.

He squeezes her hand asking if she is okay to continue this?

She abruptly pulls away and nods. She didn't need this to turn into a chic flick moment.

Deciding to move things forward Yelena orders him to open his legs. He does. Yelena positions herself above him. A gasp escapes her lips as she felt him go inside her.

The White Widow started off slow at first feeling overwhelmed by this new development between them then once she found her rhythm she started to pick up the pace. Bucky lifts his hips to meet her at each thrust. His hands hold her waist as he guides her through it.

"Fuck!" She swears out loud.

Bucky growls in response.

They keep going, pushing each other, pouring their emotions into this because here right now they are making history. Two weapons, beings who were brainwashed, controlled, moulded into killers, leaving bodies in their path are here making love, rebelling against their abusers and embracing their freedom.

They kissed each other. Tears slip from their eyes as they showed how much this meant to them. How much they wanted each other. Needed each other.

Yelena shakes, the fire forms at the bottom of her belly. She is close and judging from his screwed up expression she knew he is close as well.

He increases his hold on her. He swears and squeezes his eyes shut as he started to reach his climax. Yelena wraps her arms around him and she buries herself into the crook of his neck.

They held on like this until they rode out their orgasm. A shudder coursed through their bodies as they let it all out. Yelena bites down on his neck to stop herself from crying out while Bucky grits his teeth. When it was done Yelena pulls away and tries to catch her breath. Bucky lifts his hand and wipes the sweat from his brow, dazed by what has happened.

Yelena climbs off the bed and starts to get dressed. Bucky blinks a few times and frowns at her.

"That it? You are just gonna leave?"

Yelena pulls on her jumper and looks at him.

"You think I was going to come into bed with you for more cuddles?" She shakes her head. "Not my style Barnes."

"But?"

"But what?" She zips up her jeans and puts her hands on her hips. "What do you expect me to say? Talk about how big your dick was boost your ego?"

He glares at her.

"No."

"Well then there is nothing more to say."

Bucky tries to hide the hurt but he couldn't. Yelena quickly ties her hair up into a messy ponytail looking everywhere but him.

She walks to the door. When her hand went on the handle she paused.

"You can go on top next time."

Next time.

Bucky smiles at her words.

"I am not going to refuse that." He smirks at her.

She glances over her shoulder. She responds with a small smile of her own as she turns the handle and leaves the room. Feeling the most human she has felt in a long time.

The End

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You said maybe but I'm definitely asking. Sam saving Bucky. All the feels, all the closure and pent up pain they've both held, IM HERE FOR IT AND FOR YOU TO MAKE MAGIC OUT OF THIS

A/N: This is going to have a Y/N reader character but she will not be the main focus. The main focus here is Bucky healing from…well…everything LOL PLEASE KEEP IN MIND...I did not write this as a Sambucky ship fic. I respect the ship but it's just not what is intended here. Thank you. Also, I added in a Loki & Thor quote because it fits all too perfectly 🤣🤣 There’s also an A/N at the end bc saying it here might spoil it LOL @buckyalpine I cannot thank you enough for requesting this! It was super fun to write and I hope you love it!!!!

“Alright, listen up,” Sam says loudly, tossing a file on the conference room table. Bucky groans loudly and Y/N elbows him.

“You’re the one who wanted to keep doing missions,” She reminds him. Bucky nods reluctantly and sits up to pay attention.

“We were informed of activity at an old Hydra base. We don’t know if it’s remnants of the original group or a new group but either way-”

“We need to shut them down,” Y/N speaks up. Sam nods and brings up the map.

“There is a problem though.” Bucky audibly swallows at seeing it. Y/N takes his hand but he pulls away and sits back again.

“So whats the plan?” Sam clears his throat and sighs.

“Well that’s the problem. We’re actually going to be intercepting a few of them who we think are the brains of the operation.”

“And, um, where are we intercepting them at?”

“Right here.” Sam zooms in to a mountain side above an old rail line. Y/N gulps, glancing over at her boyfriend. “Now, Y/N and I can do this alone. But-”

“No.” Bucky stands up, his arm whirring as he opens and closes his fist. “She cannot go. I won’t let her.”

“Buck, I understand you don’t want her there. But I can’t do it alone.”

“Who said you’d be alone?” Bucky walks out.

“Y/N-”

“It’s okay, Sam. Let him go with you. He needs it.”

“I’ll take care of him. I promise.”

By the next morning, the two are on their way, Y/N staying back at Bucky’s orders. “Are you sure about this, Bucky?” Sam asks for the millionth time. Bucky nods in reply, not saying a word. The two land on the mountainside and Bucky lets out a dry chuckle, finally breaking his silence.

"At least I know it's not payback for the Cyclone," He smiles, hiding his nervousness. Sam pats his shoulder and sighs.

"No, it's payback for the pimp suit in Madripoor." The two chuckle for a moment before Sam gets an alert from Redwing. "They're here." He opens his wings, grabbing Bucky by the special harness they've made for missions for an easy entrance and getaway.

"I hate this," Bucky grumbles before takeoff, looking very much like a grumpy cat.

"Come on. You love it," Sam replies with a smirk.

"I hate it."

"It's great. It works every time."

"It's humiliating."

"Do you have a better plan?"

"No."

"We're doing it." Sam takes off, carrying Bucky. The two land on the train and climb inside. "Do you always duck face into missions?" Sam whispers as they enter the train.

"I'm concentrating which, may I remind you, is critical to the mission."

"No need to bark at me, White Wolf." Bucky rolls his eyes and doesn't reply. The two try to advance to the front when suddenly two groups of soldiers close in on them from either end of the train car.

Sam throws the shield, knocking out a few of them, and it bounces back towards Bucky. He catches it, shoots at others closing in on them, and then throws it back to Sam.

Their little dance continues for some time before all the soldiers are incapacitated. As Sam and Bucky proceed, there's the sound of something powering up behind them. One of the soldiers wasn't completely knocked out. "Bucky! Watch out!" Sam yells. But it's too late, a powerful blast shakes the car, blowing out an entire side. Sam was protected by the shield, but Bucky is nowhere to be seen. Then Sam sees a speck of gold and black. "I've got you!" He yells, running over to Bucky who was hanging onto the side of the train over the edge. Sam grabs his arm, smiling. "I got you, man!" The train hits a bump and both are thrown out.

Bucky’s bloodcurdling scream pierces the air. “You’re not dying today,” Sam says under his breath. He activates his wings, swooping around under Bucky, catching him midair and pulling up just before they hit the ground. “See? I told you I got you!”

“You- I- We-” Bucky gasps, holding onto Sam for dear life.

“Don’t start cryin’ on me. Those tears are gonna freeze to this suit and you know how much I love it,” Sam teases. Bucky laughs loudly, shock setting in and sending his emotions haywire.

Sam flies them to the safehouse they’d established, landing in the yard. He sets Bucky down and turns to walk up to the house. “Sam?”

“Yeah, Bucky?”

“I-” Tears start rolling down Bucky’s cheeks and Sam pulls him into a hug. Bucky immediately returns it, sobbing softly. “Thank you! Thank you, Sam!”

“You’re welcome, Bucky. I-”

“Buck. You definitely can call me Buck now.” Sam can’t find the words to reply, tearing up a bit himself. The two eventually go inside and settle in for the night. Sam starts some dinner while Bucky lights the fire. As he works, Bucky has to keep adjusting his arm, opening and closing his fist repeatedly.

“You might want to call your girl,” Sam suggests, tossing Bucky his phone. “Let her know we’ll be home tomorrow.”

“But we-”

“We need to go home. It’s clear that catching guys on trains just isn’t the way to do things,” He smiles and Bucky chuckles in reply.

“Yeah, yeah I guess so.” Bucky gets up, resetting his arm and walks over to the kitchen, leaning on the counter across Sam. “I-um, thank you. I really can’t express it enough.” Sam sets aside what he’s working on, turning the stove down to pay attention. “It was like everything was happening again. All I could see was Steve looking down at me, the cold was nearly unbearable at that moment. I felt it, you know. I could feel my arm again for a moment. And the pain. It still hurts," he admits.

“Buck, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

“No, it wasn’t your fault. I wanted to come. Part of me wanted to prove that I could do it.”

“We could have. You could have. I know that. But unfortunately we went in before we were fully prepared.” Sam sighs and pats Bucky’s shoulder. “We’ll be better prepared next time we try to catch them. But we won’t try the train again. I should have thought about it more. I’m sorry.”

“No. I-I’m glad.” Sam looks at Bucky in complete surprise. “You, well, you saved me. You helped me. You were there for me. I didn’t die. I didn’t lose my arm. Or my other arm. I wasn’t taken and brainwashed. I’m okay. I’m really okay!” Bucky laughs loudly, through tears streaming down his face. “I’m okay! For the first time in decades I’m okay!”

"Come here, man," Sam says, walking around the counter to Bucky. He pulls him into his arms again, hugging him tightly. "We're brothers now. I'm not gonna let you go. You got that?"

"Got it. You're with me till the end of the line," Bucky jokes, abit sadly.

"I'm afraid the end of the line has come and gone. But I'm still here. I'm with you till the end of forever and then some."

"End of forever. I like that."

When they get back to the tower, Bucky doesn't tell Y/N everything right away, but she can tell. Bucky and Sam now go on morning runs every day together. Their laughter fills whatever room they're in. Bucky smiles. A lot. She can tell he's truly happy once more. A side of him that had been taken away decades ago. Who would have guessed that such a fall could raise up a part of him he thought was lost.

As the three sit down for dinner together, Bucky smiles. He's got his family. They're all a little broken but he loves every bit of them. His beautiful Y/N, his new kitten Alpine, and most of all Sam. Best friend didn't seem strong enough. The two had truly become brothers. They went together now like-

"Salt and pepper," Bucky says aloud, chuckling softly. The anniversary of his and Sam's first mission together was coming up. And he just had the perfect idea.

"What was that?" Y/N asks.

"Nothing, doll," He replies. But he knows what he'll be ordering on a set of t-shirts that night.

A/N: The t-shirts inspired by this LOL

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