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headkiss · 1 year

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hii im obsessed with your works!! i love them <3 i was wondering if you could write steve meeting readers family. and being super nervous and cute because he had came over to drop something and didnt expect your family to be there. maybe he just came back from basketball or the sport he plays and regretting not taking a shower before…

idk, change anything you want if its too detailed plss!!

hiii thank u so much! i switched it to be a little christmas dinner, hope that’s okay! | 0.6k, fluff and readers mom is in it

Meeting a partner’s family is always nerve-wracking.

When it comes to meeting yours, Steve’s more nervous than he’s ever been. You mean more to him than anyone else he’s been with, and so, your family’s opinion does, too. If he plans on being with you forever (which he does), then he has to impress them.

Then, there’s the added pressure of the holidays. Dinner is one thing, Christmas dinner is something else.

You’ve assured him over and over that they’ll love him, that they practically already do because of how much happier he’s made you. He simply shakes his head each time you say it, a flush creeping over his cheeks.

As if he’s not already nervous enough, he remembers his own family, and how it’s the only way he knows. The passive aggressive comments, the expectations, the awkward silence at dinner whenever he defends himself in the slightest.

He hopes that he’s not like them, that he’ll fit in with a room full of laughs and love and actual, real smiles.

While Steve’s a total wreck, you’re not worried in the slightest. He’s the most incredible boy you’ve ever known, an even better boyfriend, and there’s absolutely no way your family could ever dislike him.

He sits in the driveway in front of your house longer than he needs to. Then, he worries that they might be weirded out if he doesn’t come in. So, he picks up the flowers he brought—one bouquet for you, one for your mom—takes a deep breath, and heads to your door.

He barely knocks three times before the door opens, your mom, he knows from pictures he’s seen, beams at him from inside.

“You must be Steve.”

“That’s me,” he says. He holds out the flowers for her, “these are for you.”

He addresses her by Mrs, followed by your last name. She’s quick to correct him.

“Flowers! That’s very sweet of you,” she says, “come in, come in.”

He does, and your house is far better than his, he thinks. It might be smaller, but it’s more of a home than his ever has been.

“Sweetie, your boyfriend’s here!” Your mom calls. You’re in the room in a blink.

“Stevie,” you walk over to him, wrap your arms around his neck to give him a hug. The warmest greeting. So warm Steve forgets it’s December, that snow and cold winds are outside. You feel like summer.

“Hi, baby,” he says, kissing your cheek and pulling away to hand you the flowers. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas. These are beautiful.”

You dip your face down to smell them, to relish in the feeling of being given flowers by Steve. He gives them to you often, and it never gets old. The romance of it, the almost shy smile on his face when you compliment his choices.

“Mhm, just like you,” he says, tapping the tip of your nose, making you scrunch it slightly in response. It’s the cutest fucking thing.

“Well I was told you’re an excellent boyfriend,” your mom says. “This one talks about you all the time.”

“Mom,” you drag out the word, embarrassed by her exposing you for being lovesick. It’s true, though.

“I try my best,” he says.

You lean your head against his shoulder, hold his hand to try and ease him in any way you can. And you know he’s a sucker for physical touch.

Steve was expecting so much worse. He feels welcome, and cared for. Your mom takes his coat, she asks him if he wants anything to drink (after chastising you for not doing it yourself).

Plus, with you next to him, your scent in his nose and hand in his, he really can’t feel too bad.

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pigeonp0st · 3 years

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could u do nat taking care of r when r gets sick (pretty please i beg of u)? preferably lots of cuddles 🥺🥺

idk i just love soft!nat 🥺

Natasha Romanoff x Reader #5

Words: 1,689

Warnings: none?

Notes:

I didn’t really like how this one turned out but i’ve finally decided that staring at it in my drafts with disappointed isn’t gonna make it any better...so here it is. Thank you for requesting, and sorry for spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

———

It started with a cold. Just a couple of sneezes, a runny nose, and a sore throat...the usual.

It started out with you trying your best to hide it. Hide the sickness. That plan went under the moment Natasha heard you sneeze during training... she had you confessing to your sins much too quickly.

Suffice to say she immediately kicked you out of the training area with demands to take some medicine.

So she was the first to realize that you were sick, and she was the first to realize you were getting worse instead of better. She’d pester you endlessly when you wouldn’t want to talk about it, and watch over you like a hawk.

It was sweet, but you also didn’t think it was necessary. You were sure you’d be fine in three or so days.

How wrong you were.

When you wake up with a 103° fever for the third day in a row it has you layed in bed for the whole day groaning about the inequalities of the world, and begging Natasha not to get a doctor for the 100th time.

You were fine. Totally fine.

Natasha watches you with a mix of amusement and concern from the corner of the room and suggests, gently, that maybe you’re not.

You peak over your covers to glare at her in something like betrayal. “I’d be fine if you’d stop pacing and come cuddle with me.”

She seems to think about her options for a long moment and right when you think she’s going to reject you she relents with a heavy sigh and gets into the bed.

She’s so blissfully cold it has you snuggling into her side immediately, both to warm her up and use her as your own personal ice pack.

“You’re burning up,” Natasha whispers, but she pulls you closer to her—like somehow if she’s close enough she can absorb some of your pain and make you feel just that little bit better. “If your fever rises even a little bit we’re going to the doctors, okay?”

She’s concerned and worried, and even though a stranger fussing over you is the last thing you want you know you have to give her this.

As soon as you nod your head in agreement some of the tension seeps out of her body, much to your relief. As ridiculous as it is, you’re worried about her worried about you—if that makes sense.

“Around 100,000 people died from the flu in 2019,” Natasha mumbles against your forehead. She adds quietly after a moment, “just in case you were wondering.”

You were not wondering. What the fuck.

“Nat...that statistic is mostly old people.”

“Yeah,” Nat agrees, “you’ll be fine.”

And despite your body's protest, and how much of a pain it is to pull away, you do, just so you can give Natasha an incredulous look so she knows just what you think about what she’s doing right now.

Her face is unexpectedly vulnerable when you see it. She isn’t trying to bother you...she’s just…she’s worrying herself crazy.

“Nat,” you sigh, ready to embark on the most comforting and articulate speech you can think of, but a sudden fit of coughs has you turning away hurriedly to muffle your face in a pillow.

When your lungs finally decide to stay in your body for now, and Natasha stops rubbing your back, you’re too tired to try and comfort her, so instead you mumble, on the verge of sleep, “if I die; just know I love you.”

Which, in hindsight, probably doesn’t help much.

But she doesn’t sound worried when she replies, just exasperated and fond. “I love you, too.”

———-

When you wake up again it’s to a bunch of kisses and beautiful red hair.

“Stop attacking me,” you grumble, trying to push her away, but you're not able to hide your smile. God, you love your badass (soft) girlfriend.

“Look who's not dead!”

Remembering your last words to her before you went to sleep has you finally opening your eyes and giving Nat a sheepish smile. Oops. “Look who really wants to get sick…”

“My immune system is stronger than yours,” Natasha scoffs, shoving both your medicine at you and a bottle of water.

“Asshole,” you mumble, moving to open the medicine bottle only to get stopped by a hand on your wrist. “What?”

“You need to eat first.”

Thus, starts the trip towards death.

————

“Oh my god, how much farther is it…”

Your fever is finally down and back to safer levels so naturally Natasha has insisted that you’re able to go to the kitchens yourself and sit outside to eat.

You need fresh air, she said.

The room is getting stuffy, she said.

It’ll be good for you, she said.

What a fucking devil.

“You’re literally the most dramatic person to ever grace this earth,” Natasha tells you for only the millionth time since the journey began. “Maybe if you stopped sliding against the wall and crawling on the floor like you got shot three times we’d get there faster.”

“Maybe if you’d help me—”

“I tried! But apparently i’m ruining your image.” She rolls her eyes when she says that, then turns away to grin like she thinks you won’t notice.

You’re a whipped idiot who's decided to make a complete full of yourself and waste what little energy you have just to get your girlfriend to laugh, and to prove to her that you’re doing better.

You’re definitely going to regret this later, but now, in the moment; This is totally worth it. No doubt.

————

Wanda is in the kitchen.

As soon as you see her you straighten up and stop leaning on the wall (and limping). Natasha laughs next to you when she notices.

“You’re doing better, Y/N?” Wanda asks, glancing over you before returning back to the soup she’s making. For you. She’s making soup for you.

You adore her. She’s your favorite person, she’s—

“Not your girlfriend,” Wanda interjects, amused, “and doing this as a concerned teammate, and because your girlfriend asked.”

“Yes, well I love you anyways. Your cooking has gotten very good,” you say, shooting her a grin while you practically bounce to the dining chair, in stark contrast to the way you were dragging yourself down the halls.

Natasha does a good job at trying to not look confused, but she clearly is. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Wanda informs her before you get the chance to.

“Favorite person for making you soup?” Natasha asks once Wanda’s done relaying your thoughts. She narrows her eyes at you then. “Not the person who has been taking care of you since you became an avenger, not the person who—”

“It’s very good soup, Nat.”

“Very,” Steve agrees from the living room.

Natasha sighs, takes a sniff of the soup, and resigns herself to the facts she’s faced with. “Yeah...it is.”

——-

“Close your mouth,” Natasha orders, tapping your chin. You listen, waiting patiently for the beep of the thermometer to signal it’s done.

When it does, Natasha pulls it back to study it. There’s a small lapse of anxious silence before Natasha reveals the results. Then...“Ninety-Nine. You’re officially a healthy woman.”

And with that, you’re finally free of the bed rest and able to walk the halls as a newly restored human being.

“I’m free,” you shout, tackling Natasha onto the bed and kissing her all over her face, completely overjoyed. “Natasha, I survived!”

You survived. It only took an exhausting week. When your fever went down a couple of days ago it spiked to 105° a bit after and you were sure you were going to suffocate in Natasha’s worry because of it. You had to go to the medical room...it was awful.

But now Nat laughs, and laughs, and then pulls you into a tight hug to stop all of the kissing. She seems to be unburdened and lighter now that she finally has the numbers she’s wanted.

“Loving you as much as I do is really just living in this constant state of worry and fear,” Natasha says when you’ve both settled down. “I do not like things being out of my control,” she admits, kissing the crown of your head. “Especially when it involves my heart.”

“Your heart,” you repeat, curious. “Is that what I am?”

“Ignoring the worry and fear part?” Natasha teases, quirking an eyebrow.

“We both know those feelings are accompanied with a multitude of good and beautiful emotions. I feel them too.”

Natasha smiles then, soft and gentle, and full of admiration. “Yes.”

You tilt your head. “Yes...what?”

“Yes, you are my heart. Or at least you feel like you are.”

At that, with a determination and seriousness that visibly shocks Natasha you say, “i’ll protect it. I’ll protect myself, and because you're mine also, I'll help protect you. Always.”

“Always,” Natasha agrees, her fingertips trailing across your cheek. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, embarrassed suddenly, “of course.”

————

“Are...are you serious?”

Natasha scowls into her tea and says nothing in response. This is fucking hilarious.

Your lovely girlfriend doesn’t seem to think so because the second she sees your face struggling not to laugh she begins glaring at you. “Don’t,” Nat warns. “Don’t you fucking dare—”

“I seem to recall you saying, and I quote, ‘my immune system is stronger than yours.’” You grin. “Oh how ironic this is.”

“I’m not sick—”

“Aw, but baby, the amount of tissues on the floor seem to be saying otherwise,” you gesture towards the growing pile, feeling absolutely no sympathy until Natasha glances at the pile with a sigh of defeat. She looks so small and sad covered in her pile of blankets...it simply won’t do. “Don’t fret, my love. I will take care of you, just as you took care of me,” you assure her, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“First things first,” you tilt her chin up, “i’ll get Wanda to make you some soup so you can take some medicine.”

“I hate the world,” Natasha grumbles, mumbling some curses in russian.

“I love you, too.”

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haravath0t · 3 years

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A Christmas Heist Pt. V - Confrontations

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: inaccurate depictions of technology, depictions of violence, flirty Bucket, an actually big word count

Hi guys! This is it! The final addition of “A Christmas Heist”! I am so so glad to have been able to write this out! Of course, this part will be a bit longer than the previous parts, as this is the final part after all. I must thank @world-of-aus immensely for going above and beyond for these action scenes! Without her, this part wouldn’t be what it is! Thank you once again to @hailhydra920 for putting this wonderful request in for the holidays! It was a nice request to kind of dip my feet into the water, as this is my first mini-series! There will be an epilogue to be an official end to this mini series! That shall be posted Monday night! As always, feedback and commentary are deeply appreciated! What did you like? What did you not like? What do you guys wanna see? I’d love to know! Thank you and enjoy reading!

A Christmas Heist Masterlist

Main Masterlist

“So you wanted to take a look at the MacBooks that we offer right, Miss?” Steve asks with feigned enthusiasm, keeping up the facade until you two were for sure alone on the table, far away enough from anyone to hear. Steve takes a look around one more time before he whispers, “Okay, so… this should be the section I think. I tried looking for it on the other two tables to your left, but they weren’t there. The serial numbers were getting a bit close, but not quite.” Bucky lightly clears his throat and looks around, adjusting his cap. “Well, it’s the last table with the MacBooks, we can take a look here for sure.” You take another cautious look around, resisting the urge to take the different colored wig that you have on off. “Well, why don’t you two pretend that you’re looking at MacBooks? I have a feeling that it could be here.” You whisper softly. Steve looks at you and nods. “Well, be careful Y/N. I double checked these employee drawers too. No luck anywhere. Shelves may have to be it.” You nod in understanding and waste no time into searching for this darned hard drive.

“Well these MacBooks are said to be our highest selling so if you’d like to take a close look at each one,” Steve offers, voice raised slightly as another employee walks by the three of you.

“That’ll be perfect, thank you,” Bucky gruffs, “should we need any further help I’ll send my husband to find you,” you add. Steve nods and keeps up his raised voice, “No worries, ma’am. Take all the time you need. And umm… and yeah, just take your time,” Steve says softly, turning red as he stutters the last part. You shook your head in embarrassment as you turned away from the blond super soldier who was scratching his head. You look cautiously through the display, pretending to look through the specifics of the MacBook on display before looking at the settings to examine the serial numbers. The search kept going, you were on the brink of bursting due to your frustration, until. “Got it,” you whisper, trying your hardest not to show a huge smile as you notice the serial number perfectly aligns with the serial number that you had written down on your little piece of paper. “You got it?” Bucky says with a hint of excitement as he goes to you, Steve following suit. “Yeah! It should be the one!” You say excitedly. “The hard drive from what I remember should be in these shelves behind us,” you whisper, motioning at the products behind you.

“I’ll cover for you,” Steve offers, with Bucky nodding in approval. “Yeah so will I. I think you know this techy thing more than I do.” You playfully roll your eyes, starting the search from the box of airpods that were stacked along the shelf. “It’s just a different type of package that we’re after, Buck. Nothing much really.” Bucky only scoffs as he keeps pretending to look at MacBooks with Steve, looking around cautiously. However, his eyes widened. “No… oh hell no…” He grunts under his breath. “What is it, Buck?” Steve whispers, looking around even more cautiously. But then his answer was arriving at full speed.

It was Rumlow, striding his way into the store, eyes looking around the store, but for what? You three would not even know. “Shit.. shit shit shit…” Bucky mutters in frustration. “Y/N, sweetheart, if you have found that damn packaging, you might as well tell us now.” He whispers in a harsh tone into the comm. “Seriously, Buck? Don’t rush me, I’m about more than halfway into the stock!” The two men hear you say into their earpiece. “I think we have every right to rush you right now, doll. We’ve got company. Your 6 o’ clock.” You hear Steve say in a pressing tone, causing you to turn around right behind you to see Rumlow approaching what must be a fellow Hydra agent. Your eyes widen, rushing your process on that shelf. “Oh come on… come on..” you tell yourself, heart beating fast as you try your hardest to find that packaging. But then you soon see it, a white box of the same size, but no, it did not show the image of a pair of AirPods, it was just blank. No little text, nothing.

“Y/N… Y/N, come on let’s go.”

“Y/N! Stop. Put it all back.”

You couldn’t. You couldn’t stop now, you’re so close.

You were about to reach for it, but quickly jumped when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Shit.

You sighed in relief when you see Bucky, quickly tensing up when you see his stern face. “Did you not hear me and Steve? We gotta put this back.” he orders, stealing some of the boxes to place quickly back on the shelf.

“But Buck I almost got i-”

“Yes you did. But this isn’t the time and place to obtain that right now. They can’t know that we know!” He hisses, holding your hand after putting away the last of the box, leading you to Steve. “We’re lucky if they do not plan on moving this out of this section, do you u-” Bucky continues, but you hush him. “Steve, come on, escort us out.” “Don’t you dare interrupt me, sweetheart this shit’s dangerou-”

“Shh! Rumlow is near…” you whisper quietly, rubbing your nose. Steve wastes no time when he fakes to reorganize the MacBooks in their rightful place. “Right, I’m so sorry we could not fit your needs, ma’am. I do hope you do reconsider.” Steve says and you both nod. “It’s alright. Give us time to mull it over today, Andy. I think I can get my husband to change his mind. Thank you.” You get more weary when you see Brock looking at the three of you with a suspicious eye. You were glad when you saw that the other two noticed. “Thank you for coming to the Apple Store. I hope you enjoy your day,” Steve says as he walks you both out, making it clear to the employees. “Alright, I found that there’s an alternate route to get out. If you want to go to the parking lot, try to go through Bloomingdales, walk around the building, cross the other plaza, and then the lot is on the right.” Steve whispers hurriedly and you two nod, trying your best to go out as smoothly yet swiftly as possible.

“Steve, I need you to keep watch of that package. We gotta see where they move it. Please.” You whisper into your comms shakily, clinging onto Bucky’s gloved hand as you quickly walk into Bloomingdales. “I think you need to keep watch of something worse. Or someone.” You hear him say, causing you and Bucky to look at each other in realization. “Fuck,” You groan as the two of you quicken your pace. “Yeah… I know… Rumlow heard from a fellow agent you two were going near the package. If you haven’t gone through Bloomingdales. Now is the time.” You hear Steve say imperatively. The pace has quickened, the strides were longer, and your grip on your boyfriend’s hand is long gone as you two made your way down the escalator to the first floor quickly and out the door.

Once you two were out, the walking quickly turned into running. Bucky hears the door hurriedly open as well as fast footsteps. “Shit, sweetheart. Come on let’s go through that outdoor mall. It might be a shortcut,” He grunts, you two quickening the pace as a whole group of pedestrians start walking across the street, you two blending in quickly in the middle of the group. You turn around to see Brock a bit far behind you. But this was not the end.

You had to keep up the strides once again, trying to avoid bringing the security into the mix, so you stayed with the crowd of people. Luckily it came to the point where everyone was squished against each other’s bodys, you weaved through the crowds alongside Bucky, getting yourselves closer and closer to the parking lot. “Drop your jacket.” Bucky orders, you look at him in shock. “What?! Why?! What for?” “Misdirection, sweetheart,” He says grabbing your hand once you take it off, leading you towards an empty alley, making you have a run for it. “You’re so crazy! I love this jacket!” You hiss, your heels clicking against the concrete as you ran alongside bucky. “Oh shush, I’ll buy you another one. Drop it… now.” He says, resulting in you throwing down the jacket as you sharply turned to your right when you got to the sidewalk of the busy road beside you. Sure enough, you hear Brock’s hurried footsteps echoing far behind you.

You two quicken your pace, hopping into Bucky’s motorcycle, you in front of him, his arms wrapped around your torso. The engine roared before you two quickly zoomed out of the farthest exit possible, quickly weaving your way onto the busy road and hiding the two of you behind cars. “You know, I should be driving that so you don’t gotta worry.” You hear Bucky remark. You smile. “Sometimes, your girl needs a turn. Payback for making me let go of that jacket.” You couldn’t help but snicker at how lost Rumlow looked around running in frustration with the jacket of yours clenched in his hand on the sidewalk. He may have been smart and burly, but boy, was he clueless out in the open. You knew Bucky saw it two as the lights turned green, starting on your journey home.

“He must be so lost.” You remarked, giggling as you concentrate on the road. You smiled when you felt Bucky’s chuckle rumble onto your body, playfully groaning when Bucky playfully kisses and nips at your neck. “I bet… you ran fast on those heels of yours two… proud of you…” You playfully huff, shaking your head. “Well I’m supposed to be mad at you. You know that jacket is Christian Dior?” Bucky only chuckles into your neck. “Like I said, I’ll get you another one.” A smile cracked on your face, shaking your head. “How are we like this after what just happened?” “It’s our job, sweetheart. Sure it’s a bit panicky when we are on the field, but hey… there’s nothin’ you and I can’t do.” He says into your ear. “Yeah… you’re right…” you chuckle, turning a right to go inside the parking lot of the apartment complex. “Let’s just hope he has doubts that it’s you. He must know it’s me for sure.” You snort. “Nah… Wore a cheaper perfume today in case of run-ins like these.”

“Jesus, you’re a genius, sweetheart.”

“Can you two remember that I am still on the comm with you guys? At least turn it off.”

You called the manager to say that you were going to be late today. Bucky promised that he’d stay alongside the pouty Santa Claus to make sure no one apprehends you or Steve. You sigh shakily as you watch Steve unlock the door. “Deep breaths, doll. I know you hate the idea of being in public doing this, but we are here a good hour before opening time. So you can do this with no problem. You’re disguised. So let’s hope. We ran through this plan three times last night. Trust your instincts.” Steve reassures you as he opens the door for you. You nod, thanking him as you quickly went to get the small box. Fury knows. They’re waiting for you guys to finish this.

“So it was in there, huh?” Steve asks, as he sees you hurriedly make your way to a laptop that he just turned on. He’s already getting flustered at how the default home screen turned into another black screen filled with numbers and letters. You only nod, concentrating on the task at hand. “What are you doing?” Steve asks softly, as he looks around, trying to find a way to pass the time. “Altering the firmware to install a backdoor.” You simply respond as you type furiously at the keyboard.

Steve only nods, shaking his head and scratching the back of his head. “Shouldn’t have asked… no idea what that mean-”

“Done. Okay next.”

His eyebrows raise. “A-Already?!”

“I hope you have your shield in handy just in case.” You mutter as you keep on going. “I do… Yeah, Buck has it in the case Brock goes after ‘im.” He responds, visibly confused at your work. “What are you gonna do, Y/N?” He keeps questioning, preferring to know what you are doing than sitting in silence. “We’re gonna load surveillance and let headquarters control their softwares at boot up. They can have cont-”

All thoughts were halted when the glass doors burst open, showing a couple of men and women storming through. “Shit,” you mutter, “I got it,” Steve grunts as he moves forward, “you keep working I’ll keep them off you as long as possible.

Steve wasted no time as he rushed forward taking on the first man that ran at him.

Your eyes fly back and forth between the men rushing at Steve and the screen.

“You good?!” you call as he’s kicked to the floor only to jump right back up. He licks the blood from his lips glaring at the men in front of him body guarded as he keeps them from getting to you.

“Keep going Y/N,” his eyes meet yours, “I could do this all day.”

You want to make a remark but the middle goon runs at him, and Steve’s legs sweep up and out sending the man arms up and spread out right into the other two. Your eyes dash back to the computer screen, “Give me two minutes!”

“Don’t worry about me,” he grunts, “get it done!” Your fingers continue to clack against the keyboard, muttered curses falling from your breath as you will the damned machine to hurry, Steve could only go so long against three men with the other two standing guard by the door.

The machine beeps, “I got it Steve!”

“Gr-” he takes a fist to the face, the force enough to send him back towards you. A gasp leaves your lips as you fall away from the device.

Your hands are reaching for your friend, but one of the men gets brave as he rushes you, his hands fisting into the back of your shirt. He sends you flying back, your body skidding away from Steve and into the two by the door way. You have but a second to react, the two standing guard by the door now moving at you. Deft fingers reach for your hidden holster, your fingers hooking around the taser disk as you quick flick it to the goon that had sent you flying back.

They may be quick but you’re quicker.

He goes down in a shock before he can reach the computer, “Steven the hard drive - AH!” you get out, “You’re not going anywhere, rat,” the girl by the door hisses as she pulls you back. “Looks like we have more than one rat,” the other calls out as he kicks the hat from Steve’s head, the kick sending him back into the displays. The goon turns his head to the others, “Take her out,” he mutters, “Let’s worry about this traitor here.” You’re scrambling on your feet trying to find some leverage against the pain radiating from your scalp as you are thrown from the store.

You’re not up quick enough as they lock the door, the grey walled barricade coming down, a sinister smirk kissing the lip of the hydra goons.

“Steve!”

“Steve’s not the one you should be worrying about, Mrs. Claus, or should I say Agent L/N.”

Chills creep up your spine, and you’re turning slowly on your heel, eyes hard as you glare at the man before you.

“Rumlow,” you grunt, he wipes at blood splitting his lip. “Gotta say agent you all almost had us, but that sly trick of yours,” he steps forward, “You know... the one where you took my keys, that agent that’s where you really fucked up, did you really think I wouldn’t notice,” he tsks, “figured you all might be smarter but then again, think I prefer it like this, you’ll be easier to take down.”

Rumlow advances on you then, his body slamming into yours as he takes you down around the waist. You scrabble to get leverage, the base of your palm meeting his nose.

“Bitch,” he grunts as he falls off to the side, your body moving to stand. Your eyes fall to the store where the commotion is even louder.

“I wouldn’t worry about your friend there,” Rumlow spits a grin appearing on his face, “he’s not going to last very long.”

You’re the one charging now as you creep closer, your body dropping slightly as you let your leg sweep out and send Rumlow right back onto his back.

“You won’t last long out here either.”

“We’ll see about that,” he growls his fingers pressing to his ear as he mumbles something foreign to your ears. Your head snaps to the side where the grey gate is slowly lifting, the goon that had thrown you from earlier waiting for the gate to fully lift.

Shit.

You watch as Rumlow pushes to stand on his feet, his stance unfaltering as he waits; it’s not long before the door to the store is being pushed open, the goon falling out, grunts and crashes coming from within the store.

“You see agent, you all thought you were slick, but really we knew all this time, just like Fury sent in his rats, we’ve sent in ours.”

Your eyes widen at the news, “Oh don’t look so shocked, it was never going to end well for the lot of you, though I wish it would have, you’re not such a bad kisser,” he smirks, “we could have been something you and I, but I guess maybe in a different world,” he hums. It’s a split second before they’re both charging at you, one leg swings out as your foot meets the agent’s chest knocking him back only slightly as your hands grip at Rumlow.

You climb the burly man, your fingers reaching for the garrote hidden in your boot.

You hook the wire around Rumlow’s neck, tightening it around your fingers as you pull roughly. Rumlow chokes as he tries to knock you off, you don’t see that the goon has gotten his bearing and is now charging at you, but it’s not like he would have made it a step closer.

“Y/N!” you hear Bucky scream, “Duck!”

Your eyes flash up, seeing Bucky running at you shield in hand, the jingle of the bell from his hat and shoes being heard. He stops mid stride to throw the vibranium shield towards you. Your fingers tighten on the metal string in your grip, your body tilting back as you and Rumlow fall to the side, the shield whizzing past you.

It takes the goon in its path down, knocking three more in its way out.

“About damn time Buck,” you hear Steve shout out, the ping of the metal meeting face reaching your ears.

You couldn’t help the hopeful smile that appears on your face as you see the blond super soldier run to the door and catch it successfully, using it to knock out the other agents coming at him. You try to get up, making the wire retract on its own, the main objective to get back into the store. You yelp when you feel a strong hand grab onto your ankle, making you thud face first against the tiles of the mall. By instinct, you kick your heel against the face, hearing Rumlow groan as you get up. You hear a crack and you look behind in shock, seeing the burly elf pinning Rumlow in the ground, landing a hard punch at him, the blood from his face matching the redness of the Santa costume. “Go! Go get that thing and let’s get out!” You hear Bucky exclaim to you, you only nod and push through the glass doors, hopping over the unconscious bodies to get to the laptop, taking the hard drive out of the port for good measure. Sighing in relief, you tuck it in a secure place and quickly run to Steve as he gets his shield.

“Come on, let’s go,” Steve says as you nod, paging headquarters to quickly get the agents that had participated into custody. You two run out and see Bucky throw one final punch before Brock is unconscious, bloody face and nose evident. “BUCKY STOP! COME ON!” You exclaim as you and Steve make a run for it. It is only a few seconds until Bucky catches up with you, quickly running to the car. You three quickly left, more than ready to go straight to the med bay.

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winterromanov · 4 years

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know it’s for the better - bucky x reader

pairing: college!bucky x reader

part of the will we talk? universe

prompt: what about college!bucky during quarantine? their school gets shut down... do they stay together? how does it go?

a/n: a repost bc the ‘read more’ fucked up on the ask and idk??? what happened??? but here u go. about 2k words

know it’s for the better

The semester is not supposed to end like this. No, there are supposed to be parties and laughter and getting wine drunk on the roof, bare legs dangling into New York City. There are supposed to be finals, and library study sessions, and football games in hot, summer rain. There are supposed to be more nights tucked in the twin bed in your dorm room with Bucky’s arm looped round your waist, fingers splayed across your bare skin.

Instead it’s the beginning of March and everything is over. You could feel it coming like storm clouds, black and ominous, hovering on the horizon. The virus has been hovering on your periphery for an embarrassingly long time. As your twitter timeline became more and more scary and the news could talk of little else, it has become frighteningly and anxiously real. Life—everywhere, but particularly in New York—is never going to be the same.

You have no choice but to pack up your little dorm room and return home. Your mom had frantically booked you a flight out, worrying that in less than a week they could be suspended altogether. The virus has been spreading furiously in the city. A place you now call home could be one of the most dangerous places in the world.

And yet…the thought of leaving behind everything so abruptly is killing you. It’s not even school, despite loving it so much. It’s not the college lifestyle or your friends or just having the freedom to waltz wherever you want without fear.

It’s Bucky.

You leave New York, you have to leave him. And God knows how long that might be for.

“Y/N.” His voice is soft, barely a whisper. Bucky has been quietly watching you fill suitcases with clothes, cardboard boxes with belongings. Every so often it looks like he is going to help, but he thinks twice about it, like he can’t bear this is happening. “Y/N…could we, like, stop for a second?”

“My flight leaves first thing in the morning,” you say, refusing to turn and look at him. Your eyes well up as your tear Polaroids and ticket stubs and a sketch Steve did for you from your corkboard, unable to look at those either. They’re just reminders of everything you’re leaving and will never be the same again. “I don’t have time. I just need to get this done, okay?”

“I can’t just keep watching you do this and not talk about what’s going to happen next!”

“Well, maybe you could fucking help, then.”

You never swear, not really, and you can feel Bucky’s expression burning into the back of your skull. Hurt, surprise, desperation. “Let me help. Let me understand what is going through your head.”

“I—I didn’t mean that kind of help, I just need to pack these damn bags…”

Bucky’s hands touch your shoulders. It should feel familiar, his limbs and yours colliding. But he feels like fire. It feels like you’re going to have his handprints burnt into your skin, red and raw, a tattoo of the one real relationship you’ve ever had.

Because he knows just as well as you do that…it’s not going to work, is it? School is over. There is a fucking pandemic going on outside, and you live all the way on the other side of the country whilst he is and always will be a Brooklyn boy. You were supposed to have a whole semester and the summer to sort out what came next, to establish the foundations of your future together, if there was definitely going to be one. And that’s been ripped underneath you like a traumatic tablecloth.

You love him. You love him so fucking much. But is it fair to try and keep going when everything is like this?

“You know my mom and dad would love you to move in,” he says, “You can quarantine with us, see how things go. I just—I just don’t want you to leave. Please don’t leave.”

“Bucky. Please. That’s not fair.” You say, eyes fluttering closed. “We haven’t lived together before and…how do you know we’d work like that? This is serious, and terrifying, and I need to be somewhere I feel safe.”

“You don’t feel safe with me?”

At that you turn to face him, seeing the desperate pain in his eyes. You run your hands across his jawline, cupping at his neck. One tear runs across and down your wrist and he looks away, embarrassed. “Sweetheart. You know that’s not what I meant.”

“God. Yeah. I know, darl’. I know.” He kisses your hand softly. “With everything going on, (Y/N), my future feels a lot more certain knowing you’ll still be in it.”

You fall into his chest, inhaling him in. That woody, fresh scent of his cologne, coffee and mint and dark chocolate. You want to wrap yourself up in him and drown. Escape to a place where time is irrelevant, and nothing ever ends.

“I need to be with my family, Bucky. My mom is worried about me. I can’t put her through me staying here, even if I wanted to. And your mom would be the same.”

“I get that. I do. But you’re—you’re making it sound like that we have to break up.” You lean out of his embrace, his tear-filled eyes scrutinising you. “Are…we breaking up?”

Your mouth opens, swinging like a door on a loose hinge as you try and say something. Eloquence usually comes to you easy, when talking about the books you read for class. It’s one of the things Bucky first noticed about you, your fervent love for language. But there are no words for this. Just empty, agonising silence.

“Why do we have to break up?” He asks, voice cracked in two like a broken porcelain vase. “Why is that what you immediately resort to? There are thousands of ways we could make this work. Starting with the fact that I love you. Is that not enough to even try?”

You pause. Your room, once your safe haven, now feels torturous and unbearable. Suffocating. You bite your lip, tears burning behind your eyelids. “I would love to say yes, Bucky, but I don’t know. I just—I don’t want to be a few weeks down the line, you here and me in Colorado, finding out that it hasn’t worked and it isn’t enough and we have to break up over fucking Skype or…I don’t know, slowly ghost each other into nothingness? I would a million times over rather end it here where I love you than then where I don’t.”

“That is the worst logic I’ve ever heard. Literally the worst. You are assuming the absolute worst of both of us, and…” he runs a frantic hand through his hair. “You know what, if that’s what you think, maybe you’re right. If you have that little faith in me—us—now, maybe we should call it quits.”

“Bucky—”

“I’m going to leave. Have a good trip home.” He looks around your room for one last second but does not meet your gaze. “Have a really fucking good trip home.”

Bucky hovers for a moment by the door, like he’s waiting for one last glimmer of hope. That you might ask him to stay because even…even after all that, he still would drop everything for you to say stay.

But you don’t. The door reverberates loudly in the frame on his way out.

You don’t break down, which surprises you. For a little while after he leaves, when you try to immerse yourself in packing and singing along to Taylor Swift from your speaker, you think that it’s for the best. It is, it is, because it can’t work and it won’t work and this will save pain further down the line.

But the hours pass and silence creeps in to your now empty, echoing dorm room, absent of the vibrant life that once occupied it and—your heart feels wrong. This is not freeing, or a relief. This is not the ending you wanted.

You go to get a shower and Bucky’s sports towel is hung over one of the empty cubicles. You turn the tap as hot as it can get it, drowning the whole room in steam and something switches within you. The tears start and they refuse to stop, wracking your body like convulsions.

You fucked it. You well and truly fucked one of the only things that could have got you through all of this, even if you’re over a thousand miles away. It’s like Bucky said. The future is uncertain and scary and untenable, but it feels a hell of a lot more definite with him in it.

You wrap yourself in your towel and walk back into the corridor. Wiping your eyes, there’s a shape in a red jersey hovering next to your door.

“Bucky?”

He turns, his jaw tight and eyes rimmed with red. “Y/N.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else. You run over to him, grabbing fistfuls of him desperately, like he’s going to flare and fade from you forever. His arms wrap around you with equal vigour, warm and panicky and home.

“I didn’t mean it.” You say, your words swallowed up by his ribcage. “Dear God, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it.”

You can feel him sob, body trembling in your arms. “Thank God.”

“I don’t know what will happen next. I haven’t got a fucking clue. But I know I want you there, okay? However it turns out.” You bring his lips down for a kiss tinged with hot water and steam, relief and pure, young, beautiful love. Your foreheads gently rest together. Another quick kiss. “I love you. I love you.”

He kisses you again, like he’s trying to fit in as many as he can. Like he’s packing them all into a suitcase for you to relive, one by one by one, when you’re at home and everything feels like its crumbling.

It will never crumble completely. You know this, because James Buchanan Barnes is your foundations, and he made it pretty fucking clear on day one when he grinned at you in sophomore year Russian lit. You both love novels because you love stories. You love beginnings and ends and everything in between, the climaxes and the romances, murders and death and life—you love breaking apart character, brutally analysing fictional lives and motives. But most of all, you love the feeling of watching characters you adore falling completely and utterly in love. You have spent years trying to define your favourite love story amongst the hundreds you’ve read, but you never thought—

All that time, all you had to do was wait.

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chrysolina · 6 years

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Fallen for you

Ask - @m-a-t-91 Hi could u do a STEVE Rogers x reader something where he’s super flirty with her always complementing her and hinting he likes her etc she doesn’t think anything about it etc she finally realizes it and they end up together please 💖

Summary - A memoir the three times Steve tried to show or tell you how he felt and the one time he succeeded.

Word count - 3.7k (yikes I got carried away)

Warnings - Fluff - so much fluff, lovesick post! IW Steve, kisses and drunken assholes mentioned

M A S T E R L I S T

Steve wasn’t too sure on a lot of things post-defreezing; he just didn't understand modern-day anythings. From technology to people to society in general, things had changed so drastically on most days he felt swamped and totally unable to anything but nod or sit in silence - that was until the accords came around and he knew things hadn’t changed completely in the 70 years he spent as an icicle.

The whole political debate over possibly uncontrollable powers weren’t the only things that hadn’t entirely changed with time; moral stands, the difference between actually good and bad people and love. No matter how hard he tried to deny it whilst he gazed at you during de-briefings or meetings, Steve knew he was head over heels in love with you and he wanted you to know it too.

After the avengers agreed to some of the accords rulings and regrouped, Nick made a personal call and asked you to become the new PA of the Avengers - to which you agreed unanimously. In under a few months of your structured supervision, the whole facility was running like clockwork and the avengers were organised to a relaxing perfection.

Steve, however, was far from relaxed; in the one year you had been working alongside him you had taken his heart hostage, along with his dreams, thoughts and actions, all by simple looks and heartstabbingly glorious smiles.

His heart and mind could only take so much tormenting and after many sleepless nights spent thinking about you in general, Steve decided to ask his brother of a best friend Bucky for advice. Bucky only looked at him pointedly and told him straight - “you need to be more direct and show her just how much you love her” and Steve did; he practised in the mirror, on the battlefield and even when talking to new recruits and finally, he got it.

Four times Steve had tried to tell you and show you just how badly he had fallen for you, four times; none of which were remotely successful.

The first time he tried was one keen autumnal morning, he had just come back from a long run out along the lake with Bucky and was aching to have a warm shower and to relax a bit. Instead, when he arrived in the main living area of the compound, he felt his heart flutter in a different kind of warmth - a warmth he could only recognise as love.

There you were standing over rolls of wrapping paper and various different sized boxes, your hair pulled into a beautifully messy bun on the top of your head as you slaved over the wrapping. With just one look at you, all he wanted to was to pull you away from your calculating stare and kiss you until you’d focus on him - or maybe you could bend down to focus on the tent of a -

“Hey Steve, you alright there?” Your voice broke Steve out of his trance and made him writhe in embarrassment. “Looking a bit dazed there Capsicle, you alright?” Ah yes, Tony had to give him that little push back into reality as he whizzed around with balloons and streamers in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m fine Tony.” Steve rolled his eyes and turned to look around at the soon-to-be Wanda’s birthday venue, the shiny golds and whites took him back to the memories of the glitzy glamorous roaring 20’s. When you looked back at Steve, something was bugging you about him; he seemed so distant and so dazed as of late and it made you pray to the gods he was alright because hey, you couldn’t have your favourite Captain unwell could you?

Leaving the presents to one side, you padded over to Steve and tapped his shoulder lightly. In a matter of seconds you and Steve were face to face - given your height difference - and you pressed the back your hand to his forehead to feel for a fever or temperature.

“God Steve,” You gasped at the heat radiating off his forehead. “You’re burning up.” You stated and took to looking him deep in the eyes, hoping the feeling you had caught for the super-soldier radiated through.

Yes whether you’d admit it to yourself it was true, you had fallen head over heels for Steve and everything he stood for but he didn’t need to know that, you believed since he has the best pick of women lining up outside his front door - so why would he need you?

With Bucky gone up to his floor to shower and Tony in some distant room somewhere, Steve knew it was now or never; the timing couldn’t be more perfect. Just the two of you alone and you easily within his arms reach, this was it. Until Tony burst back in with another box of Great Gatsby themed streamers and bunting.

“Go have a cool bath Steve, you’re boiling to the touch.” You said gently and tapped his stubbled chin with your fingers before walking back to the ‘wrapping station’, Steve’s heart hammering like a bass drum at the gentle touch.

“Yeah, cold bath. Got it.” He mumbled to himself and trudged back to the elevator.

The second time Steve tried, he was in the middle of a workout - unsurprisingly. He was busy throwing killer punches to the poor punching bag that hung limp from the ceiling, his punches sounding more like canonfire as soon as you stepped through the glass doors of the gym. To Steve’s demise, he didn’t even notice you walking in or the sound of the door shutting and you throwing your gym bag down on the benches central of the gym.

If he was being truthful with himself, it was you who had got him so riled up punching the living be-jesus out of the punching bag; you didn’t do anything to him at all, you were just being you - god help - and Steve’s mind went tyrant when he fell asleep late that afternoon.

Trust a man with the constant libido of a horny teenager to conjure up some sort of obscene dream in thirty minutes, the dream really made Steve’s skin crawl in disgust and slight delight; he relished in the fact that it was so filthy and so unhinged it got him hard in seconds but there again, the dream was about you. You were purer than this and Steve knew that, so he took to punching the shit out of his dream - via a punching bag.

“Hey easy there Macho-man,” You laughed once you saw the seams of bag begin to tear at the brutal force of Steve’s throws, you laugh catching Steve completely off-guard and made him miss the bag and face plant into it. “We can’t afford that many bags y’know.” You laughed harder at his shocked expression.

“Uh - Y/N - Hey..W-what are you doing down here?” God he had to keep it cool; don’t think about the dream, don’t think about the dream - fuck, he did. As best as he could, Steve tried to re-tie the tape around his hands and hide the growing erection in his joggers, the sight of your breast peeking out of your sports bra sent him into overdrive.

“Oh well y’know, the usual.” You shrugged and got to work setting up your music so you could run with ease; ah yes, the usual evening jog you’d partake in after a long and stressful day with the avengers - your favourite time of the day, so you told Steve.

As tempting as watching you ass bounce up and down as you jogged would be, Steve had more pressing issues to deal with and took to throwing more and more punches at the beaten punching bag in a fit to get rid of his arousal.

“You look a bit stirred there Steve, are you okay?” Your voice cut through the dull silence that hung heavily around the two and made Steve stop momentarily, only to resume shortly after.

“Apart from the usual nightmares, I’m peachy” BANG! Another skull-splitting punch thrown.

“Mm yeah peachy, like I’ll believe you there.” You scoffed jokingly and rummaged through your gym bag for your water bottle and headphones, your eyes happening to roll back at the constant banging of the punches.

“Like you were peachy earlier…” Steve Grumbled as he untied his hands and swept his long fingers through his longer darker blonde locks, an act that made you ache at its seductiveness.

You scoffed again at his comment “Alright look I was stressed alright? And everything was on-top of me and I’ve always gotta be-”

“Hey,” Steve cut you off all of a sudden. “You had every right to be as stressed as you are, no excuses needed. I understand completely.” His smile of appreciation caught you off-guard and starkly contrasted the violent punches he’d been swinging a second ago. And similarly, your smile and embarrassed blush that dusted your cheeks caught him off-guard too.

“Thank you Steve, it's hard to find someone in this building who understands me like that so I really appreciate you saying that.” And like that he was back to punching the living life out of the punching bag.

“What I don’t understand though is how someone as talented and as beautiful as yourself is still single?” He knew that would provoke a reaction out of you and it sure did, by the sound of your hitched breath and stilled movements Steve knew there was no going back now.

“I mean you’ve got the brains, the looks, everything and I just wonder how…” Steve pinched himself for allowing his shy and scrawny self come through of all times, he knew he was already ten foot under and he didn’t need his charmingless antics to get in the way of something great; not now, not ever.

“No I get asked that from time to time but I always say the same thing,” You said as you looked to the super-soldier, a knowing yet adoring smile gracing your kissable lips.

“And what’d you tell them?” Steve inquired.

“I just haven’t met the right partner who can see my full potential, beyond my looks that is.” You smiled at Steve again and walked off to the treadmills, earplugs already plugged in and music ready to get you pumping.

‘Maybe not today…’ Steve thought dumbfoundedly and took to walking away and to the showers, your smile like a ghost in his eyes for the rest of that night.

The third time Steve tried to tell you how he felt was at one of Stark’s parties, one that celebrated the engagement of the Sam Wilson and his fiancee Veronica.

Regardless of its purpose though, it was still the same kind of bash that Stark would throw back in the old avengers tower in Manhattan - it was big, noisy and generally not what Steve wanted to be participating in right about now, even with the Mead Thor had brought from Asgardian reserves pumping through his veins.

It wasn’t until around halfway through the night that Steve decided that enough was enough and chose to ponder his love-sick emotions in the cool freshness of the balcony air, considering how entranced he was after seeing you in that beautiful deep red low cut dress, flashing that gorgeous smile of yours to the world made Steve realise he really, really wanted to be by your side right now.

‘Maybe we’re just not to be.’ he thought to himself with a sigh as he watched the inky black sky for any sign of inspiration or motivation to go back inside and purposelessly watch you over a glass of whatever he fancied - but nothing came to him, much to his displeasure.

Perhaps divine motivation wasn’t needed after all since once he turned around to look back inside, he came face to face with your lightly done face - of which didn’t look so good right about now. Like he always did whilst you were around, Steve straightened up immediately and let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in but watched with worry as you turned to look back inside and then back to him - or, his dinner shoes; more accurately.

“Steve, I really need your help,” Well, there were better things Steve was thinking you’d say there and then.

“What’s the matter doll?” On impulse, Steve gently held your upper arms and made you look up at him, his deep blue pools and soft touch enticed you to tell him what was going on.

“T-there’s a guy inside, he keeps on touching me and wanting me to drink the drinks he buys and wanting me to dance with him but I ke-kept saying no and I was getting scared,” You spoke in a hurried and laboured breath and watched Steve’s face turn from a face of shock to pure fury - rightly so, the mere thought of another man touching you unwantedly made Steve’s blood boil. “I told him I’m going to the toilet and I did but I couldn’t find anyone to help me - everyone’s to ratted to notice anything - and I saw you out here and-and-and I..”By this point, the scared and vulnerable tears that you had kept locked inside were on the edge of spilling out after your confession to Steve.

Instead of crying in his arms, you face planted into Steve’s chest out of vulnerability and allowed him to wind his arms around your torso and hold you close - maybe it was the Mead in his bloodstream or the possessive streak within but something within Steve told him to find this ass of a man and make a lesson of him, fists and all; but at the sight of you, quivering in his arms made him put his priorities in order and you came out on top, you always came out on top.

“Hey Y/N! I’ve been looking for you everywhere babycakes!” Steve didn’t need you to clarify who the man who had just stumbled out onto the balcony was, just by the sudden tenseness of your frame Steve understood - he was the jerk who had been harassing you all night.

“Oh, hey Captain!” Oh, so he did notice him after all - damn right, Steve thought with a deadly scowl. “Can I just,” He stumbled forward with an outstretched arm.”take my girl back? We were having fun see.” The drunken fool slurred out as if Steve didn’t know what fun was nut Steve was about have his own kind of fun with him in a minute.

“Your girl huh?” Steve growled at the fool with a dark feral glare that he’d mastered during his time as a fugitive. “Yeah, I don’t think so pal.” Steve smiled a mocking smile at the unwanted pest and tightened his warm hold on you, your grip on his deep blue shirt tightening at the welcomed sensation. “She’s off-limits, now back off.”

“No, no, no,” The man blubbered like a brainless fish. “We were having fun in there, weren’t we Y/N?” The man went to touch your shoulder but soon found his hand thrown back at him by Steve, his glare and acceptance tightening on the blonde by the minute. For a fleeting moment, the drunken man turned away from Steve to pinch the bridge of his nose and take a few deep breaths to calm his anger, giving Steve enough time to conjure up a plan.

“Y/N/N, do you trust me?” Steve picked your chin up and looked you deep in the eye, his stare made you wide eyed with shock as to what he was asking.

“Yes why?” You mumbled quietly and watched Steve’s eyes flicker back to the unwanted guest and back to you, a small smile pulling at the strings of his lips at the feeling of your stare.

“Look Captain, me and Y/N were having - oh,” Before he could lay another hand on you once he turned around, he was met with a very interesting sight that gave him a clear ‘back the fuck off’ message. In the split second he had turned around, Steve grabbed your face with his soft yet calloused hands and crashed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that could make any other kiss jealous. Steve didn’t even bother looking back at the drunken spectator but instead shut his eyes to the nuisance and continued to move his lips against yours in a blind act of passion.

“I- I think I’ll leave you two to it then.” He spoke and suddenly ran away in a drunken stumble that could’ve made you both belt out in laughter if you had saw it but neither of you did, you were enjoying something much better with the man of your dreams.

Pulling away tantalisingly slowly, Steve slid his eyes open to look you dead in the eyes and think of something to say quickly. “So, he’s gone?” Steve nodded to where the guy once stood and to the open balcony door he had departed from, your eyes following the same trail happily.

“Yeah, finally.” You sighed with a smile and tucked away the loose hairs that had come out of your do as you kissed, your lips still tingling at the touch.

“Well it’s getting late,” Steve couldn’t bear the awkward short silence between you two and decided it for right him to leave now.

“I should probably get going, goodnight Y/N.” Steve signed off with a peck to your right cheek and wandered back into the party and to the elevator, hands clenched tight in his trouser pockets as his mind repeated that extraordinary kiss behind his eyes over and over, for the rest of that night.

Steve knew that the following morning would be awkward, extremely awkward between the two of you and he soon enough, he knew he’d have to fess up to what actually made him want to kiss you there and then. Sure he was angry, jealous and slightly tipsy but there again, he didn’t have to kiss you, did he?

Before his mind could go into overdrive as he sat at the kitchen island, FRIDAY’s voice ran out around him and made him straighten up in shock. “Sorry to disturb you Captain Rogers but Miss Y/L/N has requested your presence.” The AI’s voice ran out in the silent kitchen and made Steve sigh with a heavy heart, did he really want to see you so soon after last night?

“That’s alright FRIDAY; where and when would she like to see me?” Steve grumbled as he rubbed his hands up and down his face in exhaustion.

“At your quickest convenience, sir.” FRIDAY spoke matter-of-factly. “And she’s in her room, shall I tell her you’re on your way up?” Steve thought for what felt like forever and wondered if he should go to your room.

“Yes, tell her I’m on my way. Thank you FRIDAY.” Steve thanked the AI and peeled himself off the bar-stool and sloped off to the elevator, the thoughts of what could be waiting for him once he got there; would you be mad at him? Would you ask why he kissed you? Most probably. Would you be happy if he declared his feelings to you? Debatable. Would you ever reciprocate those feelings? Most probably not, Steve wondered once he stepped onto your floor and knocked on your bedroom door, his hand turning white by how tight he was clenching it.

As quick as the door opened and Steve could look at you, you crashed your lips onto his in a fiery hot kiss that could melt any Vibranium - metaphorically. It was as if you had basically pounced into his arms and told him just how you felt, words could neither describe how you nor Steve felt at that moment, with his arms wrapping around your body and your hands teasing the hairs on his cheeks and nape of his neck - it all fell into place, finally.

Pulling away just the same way Steve did, you cupped Steve’s cheeks with your small soft hands and looked him dead in the eyes, your eyes radiating love straight back into Steve’s own - if he could have any sight on repeat forever, it would this right before him; you looking at him like he put the stars in your skies - wait, what?

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You sighed with an adoring smile and pecked Steve’s increasingly swollen lips quickly. Steve only looked down at you as if you had grown another head, when did he ever say to you he loved you?

“Come again?” Steve questioned with raised brows.

“Your kiss last night, it told me everything I needed to know.” Your smile never ceased to dazzle Steve - even when he didn’t understand what you meant entirely. Instead of questioning much further, he allowed you to do the talking and let him figure out the bits and pieces on his own.

“Steve, don’t act like that kiss was for convenience sake.” You tutted at the super-soldier with a smile and took his hands into your own, a smile grew on your lips at the touch of his slightly sweaty palms - a telltale sign he was nervous.

“I felt it, I felt you right through it.” You squeezed and shook his hands slightly for effect, the shake pulling Steve out of his derriere. “And I love you too.” Steve didn’t need to know anything else there and then, you had said the words he desperately needed to hear and for once, he threw caution to the wind and gave in; to you, to his desires, to everything.

Not even a second after you had finished your little speech, Steve had picked you up into his arms and pressed you tight against the wall beside you, his lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace that could go on for hours and hours. Although your kiss only lasted at max a minute, Steve didn’t hesitate to carry you back into your room, throw you down onto your partly made bed and stand over you with a hunger that you’d never seen in those beautiful eyes before.

Whilst still maintaining lustful eye-contact with you, Steve called out to FRIDAY and smirked at you devilishly before he gave his request, his voice now a deep timbre that made you weak to the knees.

“FRIDAY, make sure nobody disturbs me and Miss Y/L/N for a while, we have some ‘business to attend to.”

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Grease Lightning (Bucky x Reader High School!AU)- Part 3

Summary: It’s opening night of the production, meaning you’ll be seeing Bucky for the second time. You talk some more and get to know more about the kind of guy Bucky’s like.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner (mentioned), Steve Rogers (mentioned)

Warnings: none, well a lil’ bit of inner teen turmoil

Word Count: 1914

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part 1 / part 2 / part 4 / part 5

You tapped your toes in anticipation for Bucky to arrive. It was opening night and you couldn’t clear your mind of the looming pressure to make Bucky look great- well, more so than he usually did. He was the lead in the play, so you had no room to mess anything up. You were also nervous and excited to see him again. While you felt you had done fairly well during the dress rehearsal, you really hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of Bucky tonight. After really meeting him and getting a small glimpse of the kind of person he was, you felt even more anxious about seeing him this time, now that you knew he was far from the pretentious jock you’d tried to make him out to be in your mind.

You imagined possible conversations you might have with him tonight as you did his makeup, if he was even in the mood to talk. Maybe he really didn’t want to talk with you. Your mind flashed to the conversation the two of you’d shared during the dress rehearsal, and you felt a swell of regret at all of the imposing questions you’d asked him. Sure, he’d been easy and pleasant to talk to- much more so than you’d expected- but maybe he was just being polite and you’d actually made him uncomfortable. Okay, maybe you’ll just do his makeup and hair and nothing else. Just stay outta the way and let him prepare for his performance.

You wiped your palms on your jeans restlessly, suddenly feeling very thirsty. You grabbed your water bottle, chugging it until it was empty. You tossed the bottle in the recycling, then turned around to see a head of shaggy dark hair lounging in the chair at your station. Your stomach flipped and you took a breath to calm your racing heart. “Bucky, hey,” you managed out, pleased with how steady your voice had been. Bucky’s soft eyes met yours, and his face split into a wide grin.

“Hey, (Y/N), how’s it been?”

“Not bad. You? Excited for tonight?” Bucky chuckled shyly, shrugging.

“I’m nervous,” he admitted. You let out a soft breath.

“I know you’ll do great,” you reassured him. You swallowed thickly at the grateful smile he gave you. You cleared your throat, quickly looking away. You tried to put on your professional face, suddenly becoming very interested in the makeup supplies you’d already gathered at our station. “Alrighty, well let’s get started.” You handed him the paper towel to put over his costume, avoiding his gaze as you busied yourself with applying facial cleanser to a cotton pad. “You mind?” You asked quietly as you held up the pad. He shook his head no, and you began wiping it over his skin.

“So what’s new with you?” He asked. You shrugged.

“Um, not very much, I guess. How about you?” You threw away the pad and began applying the foundation.

“Same for me. Hey, I realized I never really asked you anything about yourself last time. I just talked about myself the whole time. What do you like to do outside of hair and makeup?” Your hand’s movements jerked in surprise at his question. Stupid Bucky, can’t even pretend to be a jerk for a second?

“U-uh, I don’t really know. I’m not very interesting,” you said lamely.

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen your art in the yearbook. You’re really, really good. Do you like doing that kinda stuff?” God, the son of a bitch won’t stop. You felt yourself getting annoyed at the fact that he was being so nice and… interested in you. I mean, the formalities could have stopped at ‘how are you’, but now he’s making a genuine effort. You’d never had someone work so hard to talk to you. You didn’t know how to react.

“Um, yeah, I like it. It’s not like I could make a career out of it or anything, but it’s a nice hobby…”

“Steve’s tried teaching a few times, but I can’t draw for shit. I wish I could, but I guess it’s something you either have or you don’t, huh?” He let out a chuckle. “And I was serious, you’re really good. I mean, I only know what I’ve seen in the yearbook and what Steve’s told me, but you’re really talented.”

You felt the heat radiating from your cheeks in waves. “Oh, uh- thanks. That’s really nice of you to say. Although, I never knew Steve talked about me to his other friends.” Bucky’s eyes widened slightly before casting down to his lap.

“Oh, yeah, uh, I think it must’ve come up in a conversation or something…” Was it you, or were his ears a little red? Probably just you. You put away the foundation and grabbed the eyeliner pencil. You held it up, giving him a slight grimace.

“Sorry to have to do this again.” Bucky laughed.

“You know, it wasn’t actually that bad with you doing it.” He leaned back and closed his eyes in preparation. "Can we do the three count thing again, though? That was good.” You said yes and bent forward. You rested the heel of your hand on his cheek, eyeliner hovering over his eye.

“Okay, when you’re ready.” Bucky opened his eye, looking up at the ceiling. You brought the pencil to his eye gently. “One,” you began to trace. “Two,” you were just about finished, working swiftly. “Three.” You pulled away, letting Bucky blink a few times.

He grabbed a mirror from the table to look. “That was really good. Do you need to go again?” You shook your head.

“No, looks great. We can do the other one.” You repeated the process on his other eye, once again finishing in one go.

“Wow, that was really smooth. Go team!” Bucky held up a fist, which you bumped with your own. You laughed at his antics. You applied a little bit of blush and neutral lipstick before switching to his hair.

As you combed through the soft locks, you could see Bucky’s head leaning into your touch. You tried not to make anything of it as you worked out the knots as gently as you could, then grabbed the bottle of gel. “So what shows do you like to watch?” Bucky asked as you squeezed some gel into your palm. You hesitated.

“Uh, I dunno. A little bit of everything. I like stuff like Brooklyn 99 and FRIENDS, and my friend and I have been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t know. There’s a lot of other ones I can’t think of right now,” you laughed awkwardly.

“Oh, man, I love those shows! Well, I haven’t seen Buffy, but my ma loves it. But the other ones are my jam!” You smiled affectionately at Bucky’s animated response. “Do you watch The Office?”

“I love The Office!” You expressed. The two of you continued a lively discussion of favourite shows, characters and movies as you continued to style Bucky’s hair. You couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to him. Once you had both been coaxed out of your shells, it was like you’d known him forever. You got to see a side of Bucky that you never expected. He was funny and personable, but could also be shy in some aspects, like when he confessed his guilty pleasure movie was Pretty in Pink. It was weird to think you’d only really spoken to each other on two occasions- the dress rehearsal and now- but you really liked it. You didn’t want to stop. You knew you’ never get the chance to talk to him like this again after all the shows were done, so you were going to revel in the next two days, having him to yourself. You knew it was selfish, but when it was just you and him, you didn’t feel nervous like you would if he was standing with his friends. You didn’t feel intimidated or like you didn’t belong there, talking to him. You knew that would change when all this was over. Sure he was a nice guy, but realistically, he was talking to you because there was nothing else to do while he was sitting in that chair getting his hair done. As soon as he wasn’t obligated to, he’d go back to his friends, and you to yours. You couldn’t expect the two of you to suddenly be besties; it would be foolish and pathetic to do so. You two weren’t actually friends of anything more than that. It was no one’s fault; that was just the way it was.

“… eventually I just crumpled up the whole page and tossed it. I mean, I’d already erased and redrawn the damn hand so many times I’d worn through the paper, so I figured I might as well just give up. Meanwhile, Steve’s there, finishing up this masterpiece, like freaking Leonardo DiCaprio or something.” Bucky threw his hands up in exasperation. “Wait, that’s not right.” You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Shit, I meant Leonardo DaVinci. That’s embarrassing…” You chuckled.

“I do that all the time,” you reassured him. You fixed his ducktail one last time before walking around to face him. Like before, you pulled a lock of hair from the style and curled it around your finger before letting it fall against his forehead. “All done.”

“Already?” Bucky’s shoulders seemed to slump slightly. You nodded.

“Barnes, you ready? We need to fit you for the mic!” Ms. Hill called into the room. Bucky rubbed his hands on his *distracting* denim-clad thighs before pushing himself up and out of his chair.

Bucky licked his lips as he faced you. “Thanks again, everything looks great. Like always,” he added. You nodded again, rubbing the back of your neck to try to calm the heat in your cheeks.

“No problem. Uh, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night for the next performance?”

Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, definitely.”

“Barnes!” Ms. Hill called again. “Can you please hurry up, we’ve got a show to get started with.”

“Sorry, I’m keeping you. Um, break a leg,” you gave him a lame half-wave before turning around to start cleaning up your station.

Nat was once again cleaning her own station next to you, though she was now leaning against the table, looking behind you. “Still looking at you,” she sang. “Looking, looking, and…”

“Bucky, come on! What the hell are you staring at?” Ms. Hill’s exasperated tone rang through the room again. Your entire body was radiating heat.

“Oh look, now he’s in trouble. He turning around. He’s leaving. Oh! He just looked back for like a second. He’s smiling- oh, shit, he sees me watching him.” Nat lifted a hand and waved. “He’s red, and- oh, now he’s gone.”

“Thanks for your little made up commentary,” you said flatly. You could only see the tip of your nose, but it was glowing with heat. You threw out your garbage and put away the makeup. “Very entertaining.”

“You think I was making that shit up?” Nat scoffed. You gave her a look.

“Come on, Nat, it’s not like that. When in the history of reality has something ever turned into anything from a girl doing a cute guy’s hair and makeup for a play?” Nat clicked her tongue.

“I’ll answer that after my date with Bruce on Saturday night.”

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