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Frozen Heart-5 (Bucky x Reader)

Frozen Heart Masterlist

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -

When Nick Fury finally catches the Ex-Shield Agent knowns Black Ice, The Thief with a Frozen Heart he puts her where she belongs. With The Avengers.

You’re not happy about that decision but you’re the only one who’s kicking up a fuss.

Natasha and Clint are happy to have you back in their lives, Sam Wilson is a big fan, Tony Stark just wants you to keep your hands off his stuff and Steve finds out that not only do you have a connection but you were there for him when nobody else was.

Bucky Barnes is one of the few people who doesn’t have a connection with you but he’d really really like one.

** Everything in Italics is being signed, not said out loud.**

Current Word Count - 21,589k Ao3 Link

Chapter Five - A Memorable Frost

“Again!” You insisted, shaking your body loose and taking a deep breath.

“NO!” Clint yelled from behind the tree.

“Please? Just one more.” You pleaded.

“You said that on the last arrow. And the one before that. And the one before that.” Clint shouted.

“I’m getting better though.” You whined.

“You’re fucking not. You’re getting worse.” He grumbled, poking his head out from behind the tree to glare pointedly at the chunks of ice and freeze burned grass.

“I froze the last arrow!” You said indignantly, putting your hands on your hips.

“And half the lawn and two trees. The one before that got a cool breeze.” He grumbled, nocking another arrow anyway.

You planted your feet firmly on the ground and raised your hands, readying yourself.

“PULL!” You called.

Clint let the arrow fly and you summoned the icy power that was a part of you, blasting it at the arrow sailing towards you. Nothing happened.

“Ahhh!” You yelped, throwing yourself to the side to avoid it.

“Useless!”

“I hate you!” You signed at your brother from your ungraceful heap on the ground.

He scoffed and put his bow down, regarding you thoughtfully.

“Maybe it’s time you called for some help from the experts.” He suggested tentatively.

“Are you joking? You know they still haven’t forgiven me!” You said in disbelief.

“That’s not true, The Professor isn’t one to hold grudges.” Clint argued.

“Because I’m going to go near the mind reading professor while I know what I know.” You scoffed.

“Well there’s always…” He started to suggest.

“No! He still hates me anyway.” You said grumpily.

“It’s been years, I’m sure he’s over it.” He tried to contend.

“Not happening.” You asserted.

“Suit yourself but I’m done. Me and my arrows have suffered enough.” He huffed, stomping away.

You groaned and threw yourself back onto the grass, looking up at the sky.

“Hi.” Bucky said softly, walking over slowly with an air that was part curiosity, part concern.

You tilted your head to look up at him, watching as he cautiously made his way over to you, avoiding the larger ice chunks. There was a look of wonder and awe in his eyes, especially for the ice boulder than was twice the size of him. He was dressed for working out and you guessed he’d been running when he saw you and probably come over to make sure you hadn’t accidentally knocked yourself out with an Ice missile.

“Hey.” You said, waving to him.

His shadow blocked the sunlight as he stood over you, looking torn.

“Do you need help getting up?” He offered.

“Or, you could sit down.” You countered.

There was a light thump as he took you up on the offer and settled onto the grass next to you.

“You know… I have ice powers, and I was in the army.” You told him.

“Yeah, I heard.” He smirked.

“So…” You said.

“So?” he asked, clearly lost as to where you were going with this.

“One could argue that I am The Winter Soldier.” You explained, grinning.

He let out a huff of laughter.

“I’ll tell Hydra they infringed on your copyright.” He chuckled and you immediately sobered.

He hadn’t picked the damn name, you knew that. What had possessed you to say something so insensitive you had no idea. Actually, you did know. It was your brain and it was an asshole.

“I’m sorry. It’s bad enough I’m flaunting my freezy stuff around and then I go and say something like that. I don’t know why you even talk to me.” You groaned.

“You’re pretty nice. At least when you aren’t talking anyway.” He said and you squawked indignantly.

“No, the Ice doesn’t bother me that much though. My memories are intact, so I just try and think of good snow related memories.” He admitted.

“You do?” You asked gently, leaving it open for him to divulge or change the subject.

“Yeah. When I was a kid, I loved the snow, meant less school and more playing. As soon as the first flakes fell every year, I’d bundle Stevie up in every coat we owned, his, mine, his mother’s… I’d drag him outside to watch it fall. I loved the way it would settle on the ground you know. It was like watching the world become a blank canvass, the pavements and grass just slowly turning white until they were untouched. It was beautiful.” He said wistfully.

You got lost in his voice, the bittersweet pain behind the memory.

“Sounds amazing.” You whispered.

“It was. Kind of like now….” He said, grinning at you like he knew something you didn’t and pushing you to a sitting position.

Spreading outwards from you there was a radius of pure white snow blanketing the ground. Exactly as you’d been picturing in your mind.

“I did it!” You breathed out in shock.

“Yeah doll, you did.” He said gently, proudly.

“I did it!” You exclaimed.

And before you could think about it you launched yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck and landing on his lap. His arms automatically caught you and he hesitated for barely a moment before wrapping them around your torso. You stilled as you realized what you’d just done and pulled back abruptly, blushing like mad.

You’d just launched yourself at him… You’d be lucky if he didn’t file a sexual harassment claim.

“I’m so sorry! I just got caught up in the excitement, I didn’t mean to offend you.” You said in a rush.

He looked stricken and guilt twisted at your gut. Then his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back in.

“You did good Ice; you deserve a hug.” He quipped, enclosing you in the warm embrace.

Your mind sat back and refused to interfere as your head rested itself on his shoulder and you wrapped your arms around him.

“I… Thank you Bucky. Thank you.” You sighed happily, nuzzling into him.

He was sure you were going to notice the erratic hammering of his heart in his chest and regretfully pulled away before he lost any more sense.

“Well, you should probably get inside now that’s the weathers taken a turn.” He suggested nervously.

“I have to tell Clint!” You said excitedly jumping to your feet and running off.

You got a few meters before you turned, jogging backwards so you could smile at him.

“Seriously, thank you.” You said again.

“Anytime doll.”

You raced back inside to gloat to your brother but along the way you were brought to a screeching halt by a text message.

A very intriguing text message.

~~~~~Two Hours Later~~~~~

You stepped out of your room, satisfied with your appearance and headed for the elevator when your phone buzzed again.

Big (Brother) Bird: Where are you going?

You read the text from Clint and scoffed, shoving the phone back in your pocket when it buzzed again.

Big (Brother) Bird: Don’t ignore me you ‘lil shit.

You looked around and backed up a few steps, looking at the ceiling.

“I know you’re up there!” You called loudly.

There was a banging noise and you jumped out of the way, barely avoiding being smacked in the head with the vent covering as Clint lithely dropped onto the floor in front of you.

“Where are you going?” He asked again.

“Out.” You informed him helpfully.

“Where?” He pressed.

“Church, can’t you tell from my outfit?” You sassed, gesturing at the little black dress.

“Is that why you’re dressed like a sinner?” He said, giving the dress a dirty look.

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” You decided.

“You shouldn’t. Have you got a date?” He demanded.

“Ask me again after I get to the bar.” You said.

“Let me guess, you’re going to the bar without your wallet?” He guessed.

“See, I knew all those people who called you stupid were wrong.” You told him, smiling sweetly.

“At least I’m not a slut.” He said childishly.

“Slut shaming is so last decade.” You told him.

“Your face is so last decade.” He retorted.

“I’m leaving now, before you embarrass yourself any further.” You scoffed.

” Wait, just let me fix that stray hair.” He said and reached out, mussing your hair as much as he could before you rabbit punched him in the ribs and leaned away, spluttering.

He cackled loudly and jumped back into the vents before you could stop him.

“Jackass.” You muttered under your breath, stomping away and fixing your hair up as much as you could.

You were still muttering obscenities when the elevator doors swooshed open and in your eagerness to escape you walked into something very hard.

“Oooft.” You gasped, nearly landing on your ass due to the violent rebound.

“Shit, doll, are you ok?”

You looked up at the very concerned face of Bucky Barnes who had his arms outstretched like he was getting ready to catch you.

“Is your entire chest made of metal as well?” You asked him, gesturing at his pecs.

“No? Just the arm.” He said, going pink.

“Bucky, you’re fucking solid!” You exclaimed.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, like it was a problem.

“Was not a complaint.” You assured.

“What?” He asked and you realized what you’d just said.

“What?” You asked in an embarrassed panic.

“You just said…” He trailed off, frowning.

“I have a concussion or something. Ignore me.” You blurted.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” He checked.

“Really, I’m fine. I swear.” You said.

It was at this point Bucky seemed to notice what you were wearing, his eyes actually moving down your body so slowly that you started to blush.

“You look nice.” He said.

You were probably reading into things; it was more than likely nothing but… he sounded almost sad about the fact that you didn’t look like a mess.

“Uh, thanks. I have stuff, a bar, meeting friends. That kinda thing.” You stammered.

“Right. Well, have fun.” He said, stepping away to let you in the elevator.

“Yes sir.” You said, immediately wanting to bash yourself on the head for it.

You stepped into the elevator and just before the doors closed his hand snaked out to stop them.

“Ice? You, well you look really pretty.” He said softly.

“Thanks, you too.” You whispered.

Would it be possible to bang your head on the elevator wall hard enough to knock yourself out? Nah, he’d probably try and stop you. Mercifully he didn’t point out your awkward faux pas and let the door close on you.

When you were gone, he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily. You didn’t have any friends; you were legally dead. And the dress… He knew the vision of you in that dress was going to haunt him for a long time, because he knew what you were wearing it for, he wasn’t stupid. He shouldn’t be jealous, shouldn’t feel so ill at the thought of what you were doing. You weren’t his to covet and he had decided to be your friend. But still, there was the awful voice in his head egging on his forbidden desires. Imagining you wearing something like that for him, him being the one to get you out of the dress.

The thrilling mental image had two effects on his body, making him feel nauseous at the idea of sleeping with you because he wanted so much more than just your body but at the same time, the primal urge he had to rip the dress of and bury his cock deep inside you was making him uncomfortably hard.

“Friends. Just friends.” He whispered to himself, shaking off the traitorous desire.

Or trying to shake it off and failing miserably.

You slipped a twenty from under your dress and paid the cab driver before you got out of the car, looking up at the large building you’d been dropped off at. Throwing your shoulders back and raising your chin, you walked into the lobby with confidence. It was slightly false confidence, but only slight. You weren’t that nervous about why you were here and what you were here for, it was remarkably simple actually. The elevator took you up and as soon as you stepped off, there he was.

“I’ve gotta admit, even when you accepted my invitation, I didn’t think you’d actually show.”

“You get stood up a lot hot stuff, got a complex about it?” You smirked.

“Nobody stands me up, but not every woman is as mysterious and cold hearted as you.”

“I’m not that mysterious. If you really want to know, you could ask. I don’t see a lot of talking in our future though.” You said coyly.

“After I went to all that effort of ordering Chinese and turns out, you just want me for my body.” He pouted.

“If I’ve offended you, maybe I should just leave.” You tutted, turning back towards the elevator.

His arm circled your waist, pulling you back.

“Not until I’ve gotten what you came for.” He whispered, his lips ghosting across your shoulder.

It was obvious really; Johnny Storm was a notorious playboy and you were emotionally unavailable. That didn’t mean that you were a nun, you still had physical needs, and who could satisfy them better than the man of fire? You spun around in his hold and he didn’t hesitate to capture you in a scorching kiss. It was everything you had hoped for, hot and passionate and completely unemotional.

You pushed your body into his, gasping in surprise when an image of beautiful grey blue eyes flitted through your mind.

Your fingers grazed the back of his neck, brushing his hair and you frowned when your fingers itched to tug at longer, brunette locks.

His hands ran across your body and you shivered, wondering what it would feel like to have metal caress you with skin.

“Godfuckingdamnit.” You swore.

You hadn’t had to work this hard to get a man out of your mind since… since Daniel.

“Everything ok?” Johnny frowned.

“No. I can’t do this.” You sighed, butting your head against his shoulder.

“Whoever he is, he’s an idiot.” Johnny scoffed.

“Pardon?”

“Whoever you’re thinking about? You’re here with me, thinking about him instead of being with him. So, he’s an idiot for not grabbing hold of this opportunity.” He explained.

“He’s not the idiot. He’s, well he’s not what I want. My brain just hasn’t got the memo.” You sighed.

“Look, you’re clearly dealing with some issues. I don’t mind you working them out on me.” He said, raising his eyebrow to make it clear exactly what he meant.

You were not going to sit around and pine for somebody. Anybody.

“Good.” You said, pushing him backwards and sending him sprawling onto a chair.

He smirked as you hiked your dress over your thighs so you could straddle his waist and pulled him into another scorching kiss.

A/N - I painstakingly recreated all the notes I lost when my laptop broke so I could restart this baby... So Ice is back!I'm undecided as to whether I will actually write the Johnny Storm smut, I guess it's up to you. Other than that, what did you think of this chapter?

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