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hawksonfire · 4 years

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2019: Year In Review

Seeing as how this is the first year that I’ve really written a lot (or anything at all), I thought I’d try out this ‘year in review’ thing.

This year was the first year (ever) that I’d really put my words out into the world. I was honestly terrified to post my first work on Ao3 - what if no one liked it? What if I got hate for it? And worst of all, what if it was terrible?

I’m glad to say that none of that even came close to happening. I’m so lucky to have fumbled my way into the Marvel fandom, specifically the Winterhawk portion of it, because it’s just such a welcoming place. Everyone I’ve met has been so welcoming and uplifting, and I can honestly say that there are a few people (everyone) that come to mind who I hope will be with me for years to come.

Back to fic - At the beginning of this year, I had one fic on Ao3 - a 2018 Kinktober fic. At this very moment, I have 100+ fics with over 380k words between them. I’ve written fic for people, gotten fic from people, and posted stuff just for the hell of it. 2019 was a good year for my wording progress, and I can only hope that 2020 beats it.

Accomplishments under the cut! :)

Stats

Word Count: 380,035

Fic Count: 130

Fics

Captain Cockblock - a Winterhawk fic in which Steve is constantly cockblocking Bucky and Clint. It was the very first thing I posted in 2019, and I can genuinely say that I was terrified.

Revenge Against Captain Cockblock - the sequel to Captain Cockblock, in which Clint and Bucky (and Sam) get revenge on Steve for the way he kept cockblocking them. First sequel!! I was excited about this one.

Aggressively Progressive - a Stucky fic where Steve tells the press (and other assorted people) exactly what he thinks about the not vaccinating your children (among other things).

How It Should Have Gone - This fic. God, this fic. This was really the first multi-chapter long fic that I had attempted, and I had no idea how it was going to be accepted. It’s set before, during, and after the first Avengers, and in it, Steve attends university, falls in love with Clint and Natasha, and saves the world. It’s canon-adjacent, and I swear this is probably the fic I am most proud of to date.

Steve Rogers: Unapologetic Slut - A 5+1 fic I did as part of the BDBD slutty!Steve challenge. It was definitely a ton of fun to write and as a bonus, it introduced me to the 5+1 trope which I can now say is a favourite of mine.

there is a house in new orleans (they call the rising sun) - A birthday fic for the amazing @kangofu-cb (even though it was late) because she deserves all the nice things, dammit.

i need something to believe in (throw my hands up to the ceiling) - I realized one day, that my best bro @flowerparrish has literally written so much fic for me (check out zir Ameriwinterhawk series, aka, the ‘pornathon verse’ and this Amerihawk sex pollen fic) and yet, somehow, I had not written zir a single thing? This could not stand. So I made my amazing friend choose a whole bunch of prompts from a list, then slammed together a bunch of them into one 68-chapter long fic to be updated as needed.

Events

MCU Kink Bingo Round 3 - Somehow, I am unsurprised that the very first event I joined this year was a kink bingo. A series of 16 works of various ships and kinks.

Clint Barton Bingo - Clint has always been one of my favourite Marvel characters, so as soon as I saw that this bingo was accepting sign-ups, I had to do it. And I did! It resulted in 19 works from the first round (and more to come from the second round) with Clint being paired with various Marvel characters (but mostly Bucky).

Mandatory Fun Day - At this point in the year, I was fully inside the Winterhawk dumpster. The lovely mods over at @mandatoryfunday provide weekly prompts for us Winterhawklings to enjoy, and although I haven’t made a fill for this in a while, I definitely enjoyed the ones I did make and hope to make more in 2020.

Star Spangled Bingo - Yes, another bingo. I think this was my third one, but there were plenty more to come. I had a lot of fun participating in this one!

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Bucky, next to Clint, is another favourite character of mine, and I am so glad that the mods over at @buckybarnesbingo decided to do a second round in 2020. They can count on my sign-up, for sure.

Stucky Bingo - While it’s only got one fic so far, I’m definitely planning on writing more for it. XD

Captain America Reverse Big Bang: A Tail of Two Idiots - This!! This was my first RBB and I was incredibly lucky to be paired with the amazing @astaraiches-oisinn. She created some gorgeous art of Steve and Bucky at a dog park, and somehow I managed to write nearly 31.5k and post it on time! But I could not have done it without her, love you bb <333333

Winterhawk Reverse Big Bang: Main Attraction - holy fuck, y’all. I’d been a massive fan of @kangofu-cb and her words and art for a while at this point, and when I found out that we’d been paired together for the RBB? I’m pretty sure my screech broke windows. She was an absolute joy to work with and I’m glad to say that we’re now friends (we’re friends, right CB? Please let me have this) and she brightens up my day whenever I talk to her.

MCU Rarepairs Bingo - Again, there’s only one fic here but I’ve definitely got some fics planned for it.

Winterhawk Bingo - Alright, look. While I am well aware that I join too many events (no one can stop me) I am also aware that I like to run things. Thus, Winterhawk Bingo was born. It’s been a joy to run and a joy to participate in, and I’ve made even more friends for me to love with this event.

Kinktober 2019 - This was my second year in a row doing Kinktober, but I had way more fun this year because I opened up the prompt list to a bunch of my friends and followers and offered to write them a kink of their choice (or five). Definitely going to be doing it again that way in 2020.

Marvel Bingo: oh, the good ol’ days - This series is absolutely one of my all-time favourite things that I have ever written. It starts off with Clint/Steve, but as the stories progress, Bucky joins the squad for eventual Steve/Bucky/Clint, or my all-time OT3: Ameriwinterhawk. This series has 24 planned fics, with 20 so far completed. I was aiming to blackout my Marvel Bingo card, so let’s see if we can’t hit that goal, shall we?

Winterhawk Wonderland: noticeable - Hawkie’s first gift exchange! I had a super great time participating in this event (run by the lovely mods over at @winterhawkwonderland) and I can’t wait to do it again next year (if they choose to run it again)!

Marvel Trumps Hate - I signed up for my first charity auction! Look forward to those fics in 2020!

Marvel Reverse Big Bang - Technically, posting is in 2020, but the majority of this event took place in 2019, so I’m counting it.

Fics for Events (that I’m particularly proud of)

Lime Blossoms - While technically a fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo, Clint Barton Bingo, MCU Kink Bingo, and Star Spangled Bingo, this fic holds a special place in my heart. It’s very soft, and it also happens to be the fic that I jammed four different bingo squares into.

Whatever You Want - A fill for the Soulbond square of my Bucky Barnes Bingo card. Winterhawk, of course, but with a twist. Clint has two soulmarks, and they end up being Bucky and the Winter Soldier.

Safe - This fic holds is very special to me because in it, Clint is asexual. He has a crush on Bucky but doesn’t know how to go about doing something about it while making his boundaries clear. As an ace person myself who hasn’t always had the best luck with that, this fic was basically me holding up a flashing neon sign going “THIS! THIS IS WHAT I WANT!”

Flags - Another ace fic, but this time with ace!Bucky! Clint helps him as Bucky tries to figure stuff out. It’s basically pure, self-indulgent fluff.

All Bark, All Bite - Ah, yes. Werewolf!Clint and Vampire!Bucky. This is absolutely what kickstarted my obsession with supernatural AU’s, no doubt about it.

i walked with you (once upon a dream) - Another birthday fic! This one was for a friend of mine who isn’t on Tumblr, but she absolutely loves marine life. SO! Of course, I wrote her a 5+1 fic with mer!Bucky and pirate!Clint that somehow turned into 16k words of basically pure fluff.

topsy turvy and upside down - This was a fill for the Mandatory Fun Day prompt “Clint as the Winter Soldier”. God, I had so much fun with this fic and I wrote all 7k of it in like, a day or something, because the words would just not stop flowing.

anything, anything - This. This was written for @flowerparrish as a part of Kinktober, and I honestly have no idea how it became an ace!Steve sex pollen fic, except that it did. I definitely plan to write more ace fics, and more sex pollen fics, and more ace sex pollen fics.

i ain’t proud of my address (in this torn up town) - Affectionately referred to by me as Demon!Clint, this fic will absolutely be updated and completed. At some point. But I give you my word.

That’s all, folks! That sums up my 2019! Well, the fic portion of it anyway. I made so many new friends that I hope stick with me for a long while, I got so many new ideas for fics I plan to write in 2020, and! I learned a few things about myself along the way!

Things to expect from me in 2020:

- Events. So many events. All of the events.

- Fics. SO many. A few for events, a few not.

- I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?

#hawkie writes #year in review #ohhhh goddddd so many events #fuck #and more to come this year #why do i do this to myself

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sian22redux · 7 years

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Private Party

(gif from james-bucky-barnes)

Private Party: A Bucky Barnes one shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: nsfw below the cut, smut. penquins. bad old man jokes. delayed party gratification

Synopsis: You and Bucky are stuck out on surveillance on an unexpected mission. Turns out there is an excellent way to distract your partner and boyfriend from missing his 100th birthday cake…

A/N: Written for @bucky-plums-barnes 100 Banging Kinks for Bucky’s 100th Birthday challenge. She still has a few kinks to fill so if you can write a drabble quick go help her out. This kink was Outdoors. Now how can a geologist resist that? Please be gentle. Have never written this format before. Hugs to @emilyevanston for holding my hand and making sure it didn’t suck too much.

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“Helluva way to spend a birthday….”

Bucky shakes his head, grumbles low for just the two of you before sighting through his scope for the umpteenth time. Away in the middle distance nothing moves. Not a bird. Not a cavy. Not even one of Darwin’s blue grey foxes Tony was so enthused about. So far a bust. If Xisis was planning on making his final move he was taking his sweet time about it.

A low hiss of angry steaming sigh leaks out. Nothing—you’ve both got nothing--just like the last ten times you’ve checked. Reluctantly Bucky hunkers down, uses the jut of rock that forms your blind to shelter from the wind. The March air might be warm but the swirl whipping across the poa grass is strong. Grit flies with every gust.

It makes you itch to clean the barrel of your gun.

Instead you wipe the tawny film off your goggles and give him your best halfway sympathetic stare.

“Asshats wait for no man..”

“Or woman..”

He’s grinning. You’ve raised an eyebrow, and he’s grinning wider in that way. For a panicked moment you worry if the game is up, if he’s got wind somehow of the hastily postponed party plans. You narrow your gaze and look carefully askance. Lying like this… shoulder to shoulder, close enough that the wind lifts his sable and your blond locks to mingle freely, you can see those seafoam eyes have widened hopefully. He’s not certain but dang he knows what he wants. His friends. Some shots of a halfway decent overproof tequila. And you. Not necessarily in that order.

“Sorry dude.. Sucks..”

You pull your ponytail back down across your shoulder and hide the relief that floods your face. Operation Rip van Winkle still secure. For when Operation Catch-Asshat-No-62 comes to its end.

You pop up and take a sight of your own, reduce your aperture to it-the target- while your finger flirts with the trigger. Your concentration focuses. Ripples run backward in a pool toward a breaching rock, tighter and tighter, the chaos of your body’s white noise condensing into a tiny pinpoint of exquisite clarity. Your toes dig into the moss, ready to spring should senses cry out fire.

You don’t.

Nothing is moving. No one is coming in or out. The rundown jumble of weathered planks looks just as it did before. Deserted.

You lay back down, set systems back to alert. “Fuuuck…”

“Yeah.”

You’re not sure if Bucky’s monosyllable means the heightened boredom of waiting for the fight or the craptastic coincidence of the day. Or both. It’s his birthday. His hundredth birthday to be exact. A year ahead of Steve and damn but isn’t it an anniversary to celebrate. Hydra’s meticulously chilling records showed all too clearly that the Asset had spent 80.25% of his birthdays locked into the tank. It’s Bucky’s first since being free. He deserves an awesome day and you and the rest of the Avengers team had been primed to give it to him.

You’d all been bummed when the mission flashed on Jarvis’s warning screen.

Amidst the semi-chaos of pelting full tilt for the jet (Xisis! Hot damn, a chance to take him down. Dude was slipperier than Loki in cherry lube), you and Wanda had just enough presence of mind to quickly stow the cake into a red med case normally used for emergency supplies. It’s waiting, along with forks and noisemakers and even a few balloons, back at the rendezvous. The rest--- formal bash, the 100 guests and all the presents-- will have to wait ‘til you are back at the tower, patched and safe.

“What is it with volcanoes and evil baddies?”

You laugh as Bucky almost growls this out. Man sometimes it does seem true. Sauron. Mirage. Dr. Evil. And now Xisis. The ramshackle ‘shepherd’s hut’ that covers the entrance to the villain’s liar is perched in a caldera of one of the Andes’ high volcanos. You look around nervously again. The jumbled blocks of tephra look weathered, crumbled and a bit forlorn. Bruce has assured you it is extinct. Thank god. You had no interest in adding Pompeii-reenactment to your bucket list.

You bump Buck’s shoulder, almost imperceptibly, with your own. “Why? It’s the back ass of nowhere and there are ready minions.”

“Minions?”

“The penguins,“ you explain, jerking your chin toward the sea, downslope toward the crazy small flightless, guileless inhabitants of Melimoyu’s lower slopes. There are thousands of them. Following each other in orderly single file. “Just like ultra loyal, ultra stupid Hydra agents.”

Buck cracks a lopsided grin and reaches backward to pat comfortingly at his favourite knife.

Bingo. #Squadgoal accomplished. You’ve cheered him up. Well, a little anyway. For a heartbeat you bask in the sheen of happiness before adjusting your position once again. Concentrate Y/N, concentrate. You have a mission to complete but god you love his smile. Snarky when it’s out in the world with Earth’s 7 billion inhabitants. Soft and sultry when it’s at home with just him and you.

You love both of them. Both are an indicator of just how far he’s come.

The knife turns a flip before finding its sheath again. “Easier to pick off that way,” he drawls.

You stare wide-eyed in shock. Is he bloody f’ing serious? You glare. For the love of little green apples you are not going to stand by and watch Bucky start another diplomatic incident. The Accords have only just been finally amended. Steve and Buck, Wanda and Sam, and Clint are back, home within the Tower. No way the Chilean government is going to be chill about the Avengers picking off a protected, helpless waterbird.

You open your mouth to argue but then you catch the helpless shaking of his ribs. “Bucky!” The teasing shit. Just for kicks you rip the prickly little stubborn thing that has poked your wrist all morning out by its roots, shoot it to the right, planning for just barely above his nose, but failing to consider its faulty ballistic tendencies.

“Hey.” It drops onto his collar and into his long hair. Where it clings. Temptingly.

You have to grip the barrel of your Mod 1 SPR a little tighter to keep your fingers where they belong.

Merde.. you had told yourself being a team would not pose a problem.

That was before you knew what you were getting into.

While Buck brushes the flora off you think about the whirlwind past four months. You’d jumped at the chance to be reassigned from SHIELD. Escort and protect missions had become routine-- the idea of guarding a national hero, James Barnes no less, newly back from the hearings that exonerated him, had been just too good to be true. You were the one tasked with keeping his broad (and hunky) back protected. First secretly from a distance; now close in. Because of course he can’t be counted on to take a personal threat too seriously.

t’s weird to be hanging with the Avengers. They treat you as an equal. Tony likes your take no shit attitude. Steve likes your eidetic memory for baseball stats. Clint likes having someone who can almost take him at the weekly darts. You figure if an ex-carnie can survive amongst all that serumed or tech’d enhancement then an ex-scout sniper can too. You’re not a supersoldier but you are a supershot (President’s Hundred Tab thank you) and though the fight training had been more intense than any you had before, brutal and brutally efficient, you wouldn’t trade your current assignment for the world. Helping Bucky, well that was the icing on the cake. For some utterly inexplicable reason around you he manages to control the last few bits of the Asset’s resting murder face that Wanda and T’challa could not remove.

It’s a win for everyone.

Out on the plain there’s no movement but Tony’s voice crackles in your earwig. “Capsicle? Freezer boy?“ Bucky rolls his eyes expressively but neither of you move a hair, unfazed by the sudden burst of static. “Hang on australopithecenes. Stand down. We wait for nightfall. Our contact just got out that Xisis is out on patrol.”

You drop your head onto your hands for just a second. Fuuuck. The brief green flash that took off 3 hours ago? That had been him? You relax your left index finger and briefly consider setting safety on. Naw. You are surveillance but also cover for Steve and Sam when they get going. And Nat and Clint. Might as well be settled but not overly… This op is the culmination of months of intel. Two agents from Team Gamma had been immortalized on the wall for the lat/long of this location.

Bucky sets his rifle aside and flips over, down onto his back and smacking his metal hand against the tuff. It leaves ridges where the joints are flexed.

“Goddammit to hell, y/n, that was hours ago.”

It was. No way now any of you are getting home before the end of March 10th.

Hating to see him upset, you rise up onto your knees and try to put a note of hopefulness in your voice. “May be he’ll be back soon.”

“Yeah and maybe Steve’ll learn to use a parachute.

No chance of that. Your shoulders droop watching the deep crease settle between his brows. It’s back. Two whole weeks you’d managed to banish it, two whole weeks of no nightmares and no brooding days. The dismay must show in your face because suddenly he looks up, runs a metal finger ever so gently along your jaw. “Sorry babe. Sorry. I’m shitty company.”

“Never..”

“I’d just.. kinda set my heart on celebrating this time around. You know?”

You catch his fingers and squeeze them. “We will. Soon. If not today. Tomorrow. Or the next. I promise.”

This seems to jolly him a little because Bucky squeezes gently back, tilts his head back and quietly sighs, consciously letting his shoulders down. A few curt words of Russian trip from his tongue. He’s counting, running through a centering routine, relaxing tight muscles willfully and it’s a good sign.

From what he’s said, a year ago in Bucharest he couldn’t have done that if he’d wanted to.

You lie down, not quite touching him, hip to hip and thigh to thigh, willing some of your own calm centredness to seep across. At least the hiding space is protected. Might as well find something to pass the time.

You’re just about to ask him if he wants to try ‘I Spy’ (it does keep both of you focused on the terrain) when another round of chatter interrupts to the faint whistling of wind through rock.

It’s Clint. Sounding blasé as ever. “I’m taking a nap. Wake me up when the shooting starts.”

Nap? What the hell? Barton’s a disaster yes, but sleeping on the job??

“The flaming idiot isn’t really going to sleep?!” you exclaim. A quick worried glance across shows Bucky’s handsome face singularly unperturbed.

“S’fine.”

“Really? Come on.” You poke Bucky in the side, pulling yourself to sitting. “This is serious. It’s not safe. A lone patrol might sneak up on him. Or an animal.” Beside the foxes there are skunks, and possums. And hairy armadillos that scream really, really loud.

You frown, concerned. If something isn’t done to redress this problem you might, horror of horrors, have to get on the comms.

You see the realization of this flit across Bucky’s handsome features. He bites his lip. And stammers. “Ah…nope…. It’s um.. ” The faintest of pink blushes creeps up his cheeks, darkening in his hairline to a shade just south of flaming red. “It’s uh..a code..”

“A code?” You blink, owl-like, in surprise.

“To let the others know. Nat’s with him.”

Nat? The penny finally drops. “They’re gonna makeout?!! Out here…?!”

Bucky is now full on grinning at the expression on your face. “Mhmmm..”

How? Your head whips around, eastward, scanning for their cover and a sign. They are not that stupid. Aren’t standing up in eye line sight, of course, but..really. Clint and Nat are just going to fuck the afternoon away? Outside?

All of a sudden another penny clanks into the jar. “But all of them have been taking ‘naps’ for weeks!”

“Babe …” Bucky struggles to hold the laughter in. ”With Sam it likely really is.. Steve’ll watch him. But Tony, that time Pepper when came, that was a code. And Clint and Nat in Navotua. And Wanda and Vis …”

“I knew it,“ you crow, thumping Bucky on the arm. “It made no sense. Vis isn’t even human. There’s no need for him to sleep.” Nope. And if anything is clear, it’s that he and Wanda are a thing. It’s sweet.

Bucky has now given up on restraining his sense of humour, breaking down, laughing at you but you don’t care. If there is one thing you both share it’s a finely honed self-deprecation. You giggle. So much for secrecy with this team. As you are pausing, rearranging your thoughts around this new realization, you notice an intenseness has come over Bucky’s resting form. There’s a new glitter to a pair of ocean eyes and a quirk to a pair of bow-shaped lips.

Oh gods. Your insides know that smile.

Working together you both had simply clicked. Massive understatement—you had not just clicked, you had locked. Stock and barrel. Your takedown of the hydra assassin poised to blow his head off had left Bucky with his mouth hanging open and naked longing on his face. It had been a rad wicked shot. You’d shrugged, saluted and been amused.

Turns out the longing wasn’t entirely for the hit.

James Barnes, 32557038, has a competency kink the width of a superhighway. And you have a thing for sleekly deadly sexy arms. It’s a match made in…well….if not heaven then where ever both of you are heading too.

Since the first crazy, crazed night together you’d kept your liason need-to-know-- as in nobody needs to know. Steve’s wildly hopeful, shit-eating grin when you walk-of-shamed (blinking blearily in poured-on black velvet from the post-medal-party) out into their kitchen space was more than enough to take. It isn’t that the team wouldn’t be happy for Buck, they’d be ecstatic, beyond thrilled to find him with someone but you both have an eensy teensy problem with trust. He was just beginning to know the normal human race again and in your experience 99% of the male species were jerks. Gorgeous but gorgeously disastrous jerks. And although you really, really think Bucky wasn’t that, your relationship is a little flame in a small and fiercely smouldering campfire.

Fan it too hard and it might go out.

(You’ve already had weeks of a giant golden retriever jumping all over it when you are both trying to take it a little slow.

Yeah slow. Excepting the making out.)

“Wait.. Buck..umm..” You don’t pull back but you do sit straighter up, trying to ignore the amazingly deft metal fingers that are walking up your arm. He slowly and circumspectly lays his gun aside. Now both hands are getting into the coaxing act. You swallow hard and lick at lips gone suddenly far too dry. His gaze is so full of heat it could ignite the scrub. You want to give in, let him take you right there, right now, hot and fast and hard, but the blind feels a little insecure. Exciting and frightening all at once.

You bite your lip. “What if something comes..?”

“Y/N,” he smiles and shakes his head, leans forward to plant a light kiss on your nose. “We ain’t seen a friggin’ bird…If it’s bigger than a rodent Jarvis will let us know.”

True, there’s not been much wildlife, not up on the plateau at least. You hesitate and think of the fun things waiting back in your room. The jade halter dress for the birthday party that picks out the green in your hazel eyes. The silver Louboutin heels that Pepper had insisted on. The bare scrap of embroidered black lace in the new Fleur bra.

You had been planning on going without the thong.

What’s all that next to making your man happy on his actual birthday? You had been looking forward to seeing him in a tux. Bucky has style. Cobalt and black Azar cut to show off his shoulders and his thighs. Sigh. Maybe you can convince him to roleplay it if the shindig is called off.

Wait. What are you thinking? No way Tony is going to pass up a chance to light the Tower up.

“Come here doll..” His voice growls softly, warm and tempting, as his fingers pull you close. You stop just a hairsbreath away. So close that the leather of his tac vest is no barrier to the furnace blast of heat and scent from his supple skin.

The moss and scrub underneath your knee is yielding. Perhaps this is good idea after all.

“Yes.”

One word and gun-calloused hands reach out to hold your cheeks, pull your mouth closer, lips devouring your mouth in one swift press. Bucky’s thumbs caress the soft hollow below your cheekbones, reach around to tug in your hair with just the right amount of rough.

You let your own fingers ran questioningly up his sleeve and across his shoulder to his throat. His pulse is beating wildly, kick groove to your baijon. So it begins again. Just a touch-a feather kiss and the spark has been set to tinder. You’re panting, lips parted, and Buck’s raining hot kisses down your neck.

Gods. Will you ever stop wanting this?

He pulls you farther up his lap. Your folds are pressed against his hardened length. It makes you dizzy and you grab for purchase, raise your hands wind your thin elegant fingers into his long strands. A helpless groan escapes your lips when cool metal brushes against your lower lip.

The undressing is awkward and hilariously wild and inchoate. You rise onto your knees and gasp and laugh at Maria’s foresight to order easy access suits for outside patrol-the velcro opening of yours is meant for the call of nature but yields instantly to Bucky’s grip. You fumble with the buckles of his vest, intent on feeling skin and squeal (softly) in surprise when strong hands pull your own tac zipper roughly down. Buck lifts his hips just long enough for you to tug his pants farther down. Dark hair and a hard cock spring free.

You both still have your boots on and it hits you that that is a turn on too… Jesus, what a pair of nerds. You think of dark brown army serge and laugh. Just wait ‘til Buck sees the boring unisex SHIELD dress duds. Nothing to twinge a uniform kink there.

Before Bucky can move you trail your fingers teasingly along his straining length, marveling at how he can have such a pretty cock. Mouthwatering, but there really is not time for languorous foreplay. Buck tilts his head back in rapture, let his hands finally raise to brush your waist--two warm brands just inches from your cunt. You are wet and dripping, desperate to feel him there. From beneath his fine dark lashes he’s watching your face, gauging your reaction. There is nothing tentative to his gaze or the first strokes as he wriggles fingers beneath the teflon-coated cloth toward your clit. You close your eyes and dare not watch, flushed with the memory of their feel within you last. They had been hard and warm and you want them slick and urgent far inside but that is not so easy here.

Buck hums, seeming to know exactly how you feel, that you need more..

He half sits up, abdominals clenching in a way that makes your insides shake. You clutch at his shoulders and pulled them closer still. Now your kiss is wilder, fueled by need and haste and throwing some (but not all) caution to the local wind. Tongues touch and twine, now pressing forward to claim one mouth, and then the other. You bleat, dismayed when his lips leave yours but then warm breath gusts across your nipples.

He dips his mouth and suckles hard.

Sweet mercy… this is torture. With a muffled cry you arch your back and Buck pulls you closer, your soft breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest. A sudden jolt of greater need courses through. His hips grind madly against your swollen folds.

“Baby, touch it. Touch me please.” Buck is hissing. Your soft and supple fingers obliging stroke up and down his oh so very full and leaking cock.

Your green eyes glitter playfully. "Are you ready for me yet old man or do you need more time? I wouldn't want to rush a guy who is still recovering?"

Recovering. He snorts. Officially taking a bullet to the shoulder gets an agent off duty for several months. For a supersoldier it’s more like two days. “I’ll give you old. Come here!”

Buck’s words are nearly lost in a growl of lust so feral it echoes in your chest. You gasp. You are lifted bodily, up above his hips and a white hot molten pleasure shots through your core.

“Fuck, you are so wet…” He pulls you down until your buttocks rest upon his thighs. Below you he is all hot hardness and whispering leather, the rock is solid but the moss cushions his bare buttocks and your knees. The contrast, and the straining lust in Bucky’s voice, are practically intoxicating.

“You good, beautiful?” Bucky’s eyes shine brightly as his smile, runs his hands longingly up your arms, leaving shivers in their wake.

“Mmmm.” You are concentrating, eyes closed, moving forward and back a little to see where you fit together best. You slump a little farther forward---there--his eyes widen as he feels the pleasure of the shift. Slim hips can no longer wait, they begin to thrust and you rock down, enveloped by soft pants and moans.

He is the one who is beautiful. You have always thought this, but right then, vulnerable, head thrown back, chest heaving with maddened need, he is something else again. Slowly you bend down to kiss the hollow of his throat, draw your tongue down lower, taste his salt and muskiness, push aside his shirt to swirl your tongue through the dark hair clustered round a pink and rosy nipple.

“Y/N” Your name is a breathy plea.

Both your hands now rest on either side of his head, touching the rock, fingers splayed for purchase. He must miss your touch for suddenly he raises up, the muscles of his stomach rippling as he places hard hands upon your hip, claims your mouth, hungry lips devouring all your breath as his surging cock devours the aching void.

This was delirium. His hands move to grasp steadily at your waist, pull you downward to meet each towering thrust, press down your core rhythmically against his lower belly. Every time your swollen clit is brushed again you keen, a frantic mix of exultation and purest lust that sends shivers up Buck’s spine. Jesus you should be quieter, but you are both far gone, so ravaged by the fire you do not think it possible to stop. Unbearable pleasure is shooting through your veins. Bucky’s whole body is vibrating with the need to come but he is holding off.. fighting to keep from unraveling before you reach the edge.

It’s near. Oh so near and the muscles cord in his neck..straining to hold on. “Let go…” you whisper hot and high into his ear and feel the sudden breakdown of control, a last wild thrust and it is enough.. You gush, wet and hot, rippling deep inside and with a strangled roar he comes, emptying up into you.

It’s utter bliss. He holds you tight, thrusting with his slowly softening cock, as you tremble yet again, teeth clenched and lost, the waves of another release rolling on and on.

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For many minutes afterward you do not know if you lie on him or him on you. You’re floating endlessly, drunk on the tide of release, wondering how did this become your life? How did you get to be connected with this incredible, gorgeous, caring man? You love him. You know it but those are words that can’t be said quite yet. They are too big.. too likely to extinguish all the oxygen.

And you are afraid he won’t say them back

A drop of sweat rolls off your nose to splash upon Bucky’s chest. It reflects the metallic sheen of your SPR.

“Bucky?”

. “Hmmmm.” He shifts a little. There is a faint whir of servomotors as he strokes your hair and a happy sigh as his flesh arm winds around your hips. His warm cock is still inside you but the skin on your lower back is cooling rapidly. You need to move. Your braid is coming out and your chronometer shows that an hour has quickly passed. You suddenly really, really want to hold your gun.

A whine of repulsor engines hits both your feeds just as you are about speak.

It’s Tony. “Ah..sleeping beauties..Prince Charming here. Hate to tell you but it’s time to kiss a frog and split.”

“What?” Sam’s voice sounds groggily in your ear. He has slept. Per Bucky’s accurate guess. “Are we not waiting for nasty dude?”

“Nope. New info. Xisis will not be back… “

“Shit.” Steve sounds seriously disappointed but you cannot breach the hold. Not without spoiling your source inside. And your best chances of success. “So we wait for another day and rack up frequent flier points?”

“Yup.. you too can make it to Disneyland some day. And language Cap. This is a delicate ecosystem. Ok Barnes since you didn’t nap we’ll come and get you first.”

What?! That has both of you bolting upright..pulling apart and scrabbling madly to do up clothes. Buck swearing sotto vocce before he hastily literally and verbally waves Stark off. “Ummm negative… We have a situation here.”

You can almost hear the repulsors whine to a stop somewhere across the ridge. “What? Bogeys..”

“No!” You are doing your best not to laugh out loud as Bucky’s brows waggle, searching for an excuse. “Ah.. my safety’s jammed. Can take it on board until it’s loose. Just..go get the others first.”

“Amateurs..” Tony huffs, just as Clint cries “Fuck no.”

By the time the quinjet lands beside you both have not a hair or buckle out of place. You follow Bucky up the ramp, holding your rifle in safety mode, taking one last look around, keeping to your usual quiet self while accepts the good natured ribbing with grace. You take your seat and buckle in. It’s startling to find that no one seems to be able to see that you are still throbbing down below, sated and a little weakly boneless and you jump as Buck sits down beside.

He smiles and taps a knee to yours. Unlike you he’s all keyed up. Excited that you could, if the headwinds behave, be back in time after all. “Stark, “ he hollers froward, “can you make this thing go warp?”

“Why ever Barnes?” asks Tony, innocently. “You turn pumpkin at the stroke of midnight?”

“No…but I turn past one hundred so that’s got to count for something.”

The hold lights up with quickly stilled little smiles but Bucky catches none of it. He’s hunched down, hiding behind the curtain of his hair. Not quite pouting, but obviously believing there is nothing going on. You nod to Wanda when she looks pointedly toward the med bay. You can’t leave your seats so you mime plates and implements. Beside Steve, Sam nods and pats a bulkhead at his head.

O.K. you’re set. Now you need to wait for cruising altitude.

You stretch out across the aisle and tap Steve’s boot with yours, thinking if anyone can perk Bucky up it’s best friend and roomate. He looks up and flashes that golden grin, eyes dancing. Hoo boy. You just know some major teasing’s coming up.

“Jeez Buck,” Steve drawls, cracking his knuckles to get attention, “from what we saw today, old guys like you gotta be careful with their equipment. Shoulda taken a nap when you had the chance.”

You almost choke as the jet erupts. Bucky blushes beet red and Steve winks at you. Oh my fucking god you think-- the sassing idiot has guessed. He’s going to blow your cover. You’re freaking and thrilled a tiny bit and just dying at the same time at the idea of being found out like this but then the repulsors whine rises to a full on roar and you lift off.

Later when Clint and Tony leave the cockpit to the autopilot you all gather round a flipped down cot and surprise Bucky with the cake. It’s not his mom’s famous recipe but it’s the best chocolate cake to be found in a modern Brooklyn bakery. He is thrilled. You all sing, Clint wildly off key and Wanda in a gorgeous clear soprano, before Tony tells him about the grand party just waiting for when you land. Bucky, overcome and little teary, makes a speech about it being the best birthday he’s ever had.\

He is looking straight at you when he says the words.

There are butterflies pulling somersaults in your stomach. OK. OK maybe you are getting used to this dating thing. To this Avenger thing. Bucky is amazing. He’s not going anywhere and maybe you both do deserve to have a little happiness. Maybe you’ll tell Maria to stamp your transfer permanent. You take a sip of rehydration juice willing the butterflies to land en mass and consider coming out that night. A long slow handsy dance in the middle of Tony’s disco zone should give everyone the clue.

You nod and with the almost telepathic partner link between you both Buck gets the hint, dark brows flying up and a sunrise smile rising on his face.

You flush and hurriedly dip your face down to lick chocolate from the side of your fork, thinking of the night to come. You’ve just relaxed, hatched a halfway sound strategic plan when Nat slides over, looking at you with that intent and always intimidating gaze.

Her next words make you freeze.

“How was your nap?”

Oh fuck. If Nat knows what you were up to does that mean Clint does too? “How? How... did...you?” you stammer, realizing there is no point in bullshiting. Not now. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She raises an auburn eyebrow and lays a steadying hand upon your shoulder, glancing back to peer at Bucky, standing happy and excited amidst the group. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything until you’re ready.”

Of course. Nat gets it. She’s been there. Understands in her bones that it robs Bucky of something essential when choice, to act or not, is withheld.

“How did you know?” you ask, relieved, but still curious to know. It had been ridiculous, thinking you could keep things hidden from a team of supersoldiers and assassins.

She laughs delightedly. “We’re in the southern hemisphere y/n. Seasons are reserved. It may be spring Stateside..but here is berry time.”

Hunh? Nat flashes a quick glance down your front and then across to Buck.

His back is to you. In the flickering blue lights Tony has set to party mode you can see quite clearly.

Your knees, his hips, back and shoulders are all covered in purple stains.

Oh my god. So much for subterfuge.

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