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buckyalpine · 2 days
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This little purse took forever to make BUT worth it cause now I have a cute lil bag to take Bucky and his baby Goose everywhere I go, look at how snugly he is in there.
I need to really write something about Bucky being tasked to watch over Goose with 0 context, just thinking he’s a cute orange kitty.
And then the chaos. All the chaos. But Goose LOVES Bucky and is basically obsessed with him and sleeps in his hoodie and nowhere else.
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petertingle-yipyip · 3 months
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SIN MIEDO - BUCKY BARNES
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episode five - truth
tags: n/a // four // SM masterlist // what, it’s back? yeah, i’ve been thinking about it alot so i figured it’s time to come finish it
Pairing: stark!reader x bucky
Word Count: 7,209
Summary: After a near death battle with John Walker, Y/N decides to take a step back. But the desire to live up to her father’s legacy both weighs her down and purges her forward.
“We have to take her to a hospital.” Sam insisted.
“I know.” Barnes agreed, his hold on you tightening just to ensure you wouldn’t slip.
“What was she thinking?” Sam said worriedly. He couldn’t understand why you would take on John by yourself. He knew you were a smart fighter, skilled and powerful. But John had lost it. He took the serum and was off his rocker seeing Lemar killed.
“She wasn’t.” Barnes said simply. Barnes’ brain was running a million miles an hour. He wondered why you would be so stupid, but he also understood you weren’t one to play it safe. “We need to take care of her first, then we find Walker.”
“God, you’re unbelievable.” Sam scoffed. “How can you still be worried about that?”
“We need to get that shield. You saw what he’s capable of.”
“She needs to be the top priority!”
Without you knowing, or at least assuming you didn’t know, you’d been his priority the whole time.
“I don’t care about the shield right now!”
“You think she’d want to forget about the shield?” Barnes countered, watching his volume as if you were simply asleep in his arms. “That's what got her like this. Because she wanted to take that shield from him. We can’t let this go.”
“Is that what you think is right or is it because you have a crush on her?” Sam challenged.
You stirred in Barnes’ grip, slowly coming back. You felt the cool stream of water still working to heal you, the damp feeling of your suit’s material paired with the wet spot in your hair at the back of your head. You felt the cold vibranium arm under your knees, the warmth of Barnes’ chest against your cheek. Your eyes slowly opened to a completely different part of the city than you remember.
“Put me down.” You said hoarsely, pulling your hand and the water out of your suit and zipping it back up. You rubbed your eyes and the bridge of your nose to quickly heal that swelling and tenderness before flicking away the excess water from your hand and pulling the absorbed water out of your suit’s fabric.
You weren’t fully healed, but it was good enough. Your chest didn’t ache with every breath and your spine didn’t sting with every movement. You felt considerably stronger than before with clearer vision and the absence of pounding in your head.
The only thing in your head now were your dad’s words. You didn’t know if it was a dream or if you had really crossed the threshold between living and the dead. You didn’t care. All you knew was that he was right. You weren’t done yet.
“No.” Barnes answered. You turned and saw he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he kept his eyes focused ahead. “You need a hospital.”
“I’m fine.” You struggled in his grip. “Put me down, Barnes.”
“No.”
“Fine.” You replied simply. Using your arms for momentum, you flipped backwards out of Barnes’ arms and landed wobbly on your feet. After quickly regaining your balance, you stood tall. “Where’s Walker?”
“Y/N..” Sam tried gently. “You took a hell of a beating, alright? Just take it easy and we’ll find him later. We’ll get the shield back.”
“You guys don’t get it…I have to do everything myself.” You muttered, turning your hand to see the inside of your wrist. You tapped the screen connected to FRIDAY and had her take the tracking information from Sam’s suit. “Thanks for the tracker.” You saluted Sam before quickly making an air ball and riding it to find Walker.
You had to stop him. You had to get the shield back. If not for Sam, then for your grandfather. He made that shield for Steve, and it should be with the man Steve gave it to. It was Steve’s legacy but it was also Howard’s favorite accomplishment. You couldn’t let it stay in the wrong hands and continue to cause people pain. To take lives. 
You heard the footfalls of the boys behind you, but you weren’t stopping. You figured they knew that. All they could do now was follow and fight beside you. All they could do was help you so you didn’t die. You had a feeling that if you went down this time, you weren’t getting back up.
You all found Walker off some old train tracks. He was distraught, likely over losing Lemar. You didn’t blame him for flying off the handle, but you couldn’t excuse taking a man’s life. A man who wasn’t responsible. And to do it so publicly made you sick.
“Are you insane?” Barnes asked you quietly as the three of you approached Walker.
“I’ve been called worse.” You shrugged.
“Walker.” Sam began, as if in warning.
“You guys should see a medic. You don’t look so good.” Walker replied. “And I’m surprised you’re still standing.” He nodded to you.
“I’ll admit, you got a mean swing… If you wanted me to stay down, you should’ve put me down.” You said simply, weaving a flame between your fingers on either hand. You felt the wind dancing around your ankles at the same time, maybe even small tremors in the ground. “This ends now.”
“You saw what happened.” He defended loudly. “You know what I had to do! I killed him because he killed Lemar!”
“He didn’t kill Lemar, John.” Barnes countered.
“Regardless, we don’t trade lives.” You added tensely. Every word between you four wound your muscles tighter. The flames at your hands grew hotter. The air at your feet moved in faster, tighter circles. 
“You go down that road, it won’t end well.” Barnes continued. 
“I’m not like you.” Walker countered angrily. There was an accusation in his tone, that that's who Barnes still was. He insinuated that he was better than Barnes, but that just showed he didn’t really know who Barnes was outside of his Winter Soldier stories.
You instantly turned your attention to Barnes. His eyes were down, as if he was processing what Walker had said. He looked like someone kicked his puppy and you didn’t know why that expression hurt you as well.
Without really thinking, your hand had reached for his, flame extinguished. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, as if to say that everything was okay. He looked up at you and offered a tight smile before gently squeezing your hand in return. You didn’t know it but that gesture meant a lot in that moment. You hoped your eyes conveyed the sincerity you intended.
“It was the heat of battle, alright?” Sam tried reasoning with him. But the look in his eyes, the way he eyed you all like you were dinner, showed you he was well past reasoning with. You slowly pulled your hand back and the flame danced through your digits again. “If you explain what happened, maybe they’ll consider your record. We don’t want anyone else to get hurt…”
“You have to give us the shield.” You tried calmly. Even though every muscle in your body was wound tight and every nerve was alive with adrenaline, you followed Sam’s lead. You tried to talk to him, same way you tried with Karli. 
“So that’s what this is?” He answered darkly. “You almost had me..”
“You made a mistake. A very public one.” You said simply.
“You don’t want to do this.” He threatened.
“Yeah, we do.” Barnes answered with a nod. He glanced at you, who met his eyes and added a quick nod in return.
Barnes moved in first and Sam was quick to follow. You hesitated just a moment, letting Sam and Barnes make the first move. You had to be smarter and more calculated than the last time, otherwise you’d likely be returning to the States in a body bag. At the first opening you got, you stomped to raise a slab of rock and you kicked it at Walker.i
Walker kicked Sam away and tried to take on Barnes. You quickly took Sam’s place and created a fire blade in your hand. While Barnes had Walker by the shield, you slashed the flame across his back, burning through his suit and his flesh. You choked on the smell momentarily before dropping the flame and creating a rock gauntlet. You slammed your stone covered fist into the burning wound and forced him to the ground.
Walker elbowed you in the jaw and spun to land a solid right hook on Barnes. The contact sent both of you reeling back and gave Walker time to capitalize. He moved to swipe the shield in a direction that could take you both but Sam came through just in time.
The two went hand to hand while Barnes came around to get you. You could feel the bruise forming already as you moved your mouth around, trying to break up the pain.
“Come on.” He said when he got to your side, hauling you to your feet. “Fight’s not over yet.”
“After you, Sarge.” You gestured for him to go.
“Ladies first.” He shrugged.
You chuckled slightly before moving back into the fight. You moved quickly, throwing flame after flame at him. He ducked behind the shield and Barnes came from behind you. Walker countered most of your attacks but you saw a perfect opening. He pulled back to slam the shield against Sam so you yanked up a rock column to connect with his chin. The impact sent him wobbling back and gave Barnes a chance to apply more pressure. After ducking a heavy blow from Barnes, he threw the shield and sent Barnes flying across the room.
Walker was running after the shield as soon as it left his hand, you and Sam moving in right behind him. Walker had Barnes pinned against an old crate, the two fighting for the disk.
“Why are you making me do this?” Walker screamed, a desperate rage in his voice. He launched Barnes again once the sentence left his mouth.
“Bucky.” You muttered when you realized he didn’t get up right away. While Sam took on Walker again, you ran to Barnes’ side.
“You gotta get up.” You told him, kneeling at his side. You watched the electricity crackling around his arm. He winced as he tried to lift his Vibranium arm. “Here, let me just...” You said gently, focusing on redirecting the extra voltage away from his arm.
What you didn’t see was the way Barnes was looking at you. He watched the intent focus your eyes held, the precise movements of your hands, the careful direction of your fingers. The lightning travelled the path of your arms like a road, seeming soaking into your spine and exiting out the other hand. He was in awe.
He was partly surprised you had focused on helping him. You didn’t have to. It would’ve gone away within a minute, but you took the time to help him. He realized that you actually were his friend. And more than that, he liked that you stopped to help him.
The electricity crackled up one arm and to your spine. You turned and focused on Walker, carefully handling the power in your body. Electricity was a tricky thing. One slip of control and you could hurt yourself. You learned that the hard way. You shot it at Walker, your aim slightly off so you hit right near his feet, and caught him just before he tried to land a devastating blow on Sam.
“Come on, James.” You sighed as you pulled him off the ground to sit up. He groaned and leaned against a nearby pillar. You realized you used his first name and you tensed slightly. It felt too intimate to use in those moments.
“We gotta finish this.” Barnes muttered, to which you could only nod. You relaxed slightly when it didn’t seem like he noticed. But he did. 
“Did you have a plan or should we just try and tire him out?” You tried to joke.
“You want to be the bait?” He offered and you couldn’t fully tell if he was joking or not.
“Make him go after me?” You asked with raised brows. “Promise you won’t let him kill me.”
“Cross my heart.” He nodded.
“Worth a shot.” You shrugged, jumping back into the fight.
Walker had just yanked Sam out of the air and lost hold of the shield. You threw a blast of air to push the shield further for everyone and slammed a fist to the ground. You used the rock to snag Walker’s ankles and cause him to fall on his face. By the time you caught up to him, he was top of Sam and was ripping his wings apart.
You called a flame to cover the entirety of both hands and ran. You tackled Walker off Sam, your hands moving to his neck as you two rolled and you tried to bury your fingers into the soft tissue. The smell of burnt flesh invaded your lungs and you felt the smoke burning your eyes.
He screamed out from the burns and once your momentum stopped, he had you pinned with a knee on your chest. You coughed from the burnt smell and the increasing pressure. He pulled your hands away easily and squeezed. You cried out as you heard the bone break in your left arm. 
“We could’ve been a team.” He sneered ferally.
“I don’t play nice with others.” You commented, trying to buy yourself and Barnes some time. Turning your head to come up with something, you realized you had landed right next to the shield. But so did Walker.
“I am Captain. America.” He practically snarled.
“Yeah?” You asked as an idea came to mind. “You look like a cheap knock off to me.”
He quickly reached for the shield and raised it above his head. As he screamed, you lifted your right hand and flicked a quick bolt of lightning at his chest. He winced inwardly but didn’t budge. In a last ditch effort, you did your best to take control of his blood.
With one hand and the pressure on your sternum, it was impossible to gain complete control. He was fighting you the whole time, pushing the shield with all his strength. You knew once your control slipped, that disk was headed straight for your chest. You groaned as you tried adding your other hand, but the pain was too much. You stomped a foot instead, sending deep vibrations through the concrete foundation. Walker faltered but wouldn’t move.
You thought that was it. Your time was truly up this time. But maybe that would be enough to get that shield back to Sam, back to the man it was supposed to be with. You were about to accept your fate and let him kill you when Barnes made good on his promise. He tackled Walker off of you and handled the fight himself.
You turned on your side and coughed violently, trying to open your airways enough to breathe properly. They traded blows for a minute until Walker managed the upper hand. Sam moved in for the rescue, so he and Barnes were able to get control of the situation. Him and Barnes were turning Walker’s arm outward and you saw an opening.
You pushed yourself to stand and slammed your foot to break loose a piece of the concrete floor. You kicked it forward and heard the sickly pop of his bone dislocating. The pop turned Sam’s pressure into action and he went flying in a separate direction. You almost felt bad for dislocating his arm in such a violent manner, but the shooting pain in your own arm quickly erased that thought. 
“It’s mine.” Walker growled as Sam stood with the shield in his hands and Barnes came to stand with you.
“It’s over, Walker.” You answered through heavy breaths, clutching your arm to your chest.
“It’s mine!” He repeated, pulling back to swing on you.
You ducked his arm and the punch was blocked by Barnes. He landed a hard shot against Walker’s jaw and you swiped your leg to knock him over. Barnes lifted Walker and swung him like a baseball bat into Sam, who was moving in hard with the shield. The impact sent the three of them in different directions, the shield landing between them all.
You quickly moved to grab it while the boys groaned and tried to get up. You held the shield in your hands, staring at the dried blood on it. The sight disgusted you. You moved and shoved it into Sam’s chest once he stood.
“You give this away again, I’m keeping it.” You said plainly before pushing off and walking away with Barnes.
“You’re going to the hospital.” Barnes said simply once you caught up with him.
“I can fix myself.” You defended, picking up a stream of water from a nearby puddle and focused on the returning pain in your chest.
“It wasn’t a request.”
“You can’t order me around.”
“I’m pulling rank. I’m a Sergeant, you’re not.”
“Alright, you got me there.” You answered, too tired to really argue with him. “Can we get something to eat first?”
The next day, you three waited in the same room you had talked to Karli in. You did basic healing on your arm so the hospital left it in a sling rather than a hard cast. They said they may have to put pins in your sternum if it didn’t right itself, but that would take a bit of time before they knew.
Sam caught you up on the Karli situation and his buddy, who you learned to be called Torres, came in. You followed Barnes out after he ignored Sam asking about Zemo.
Later or maybe even the next day - things had really blurred together - you and Barnes found Zemo at the Sokovia memorial, exactly where you expected to.
“Thought you’d come sooner.” Zemo said when you two approached.
“Had something else to take care of first.” You shrugged.
“And don’t worry. I’ve decided I’m not going to kill you.”
“You’d never get the chance.” You said easily as Barnes said “Imagine my relief.”
“The girl… She’s radicalized beyond salvation.” He began as if he was just waiting for a chance to give his speech. “I warned Sam, but he didn’t listen to me. As stubborn as Steve Rogers before him. But you- Both of you, can do what needs to be done. Karli has people everywhere and there’s only one way to ensure she cannot carry out her mission.”
“I appreciate the advice.” Barnes answered flatly. “But we’re gonna do it our own way.”
“I was afraid you would say that.” Zemo chuckled.
You stood beside Barnes as he lifted the gun to Zemo. You watched what seemed like relief come across Zemo’s features. You weren’t necessarily surprised to see that expression, given that he had lost everyone. He was willing to take his own life in Siberia all those years ago, so of course he wasn’t afraid to die now. But part of it may have been relief to see Barnes being the one to hold the gun. Part of him likely wanted Barnes to be the killer HYDRA made him.
When Barnes pulled the trigger and the gun was empty, Zemo’s relief shifted to disappointment. You opened your palm and moved the bullets in a circle above your hand. You held your hand up with a small smirk as Zemo stared at the bullets in disbelief. You smiled as the Dora approached.
You let the bullets fall to the ground and tucked your hands behind your back, rocking on your heels. “Told you I’d deliver him myself.” You nodded in greeting.
“I took the liberty of crossing off my name in your book.” Zemo added. “I hold no grudges for what you thought you had to do.. Goodbye, James. Goodbye, Y/N.”
Ayo talked to Barnes for a minute while you looked at the memorial again. So many lives lost.. It still blew your mind how quickly that situation had gotten out of control.
You left before Barnes did. He was still talking to Ayo when you slipped away. Part of you knew you should’ve stayed and explained where you were going. But the bigger part of you just wanted to go. You headed to the airport where the Stark jet was waiting for you.
First, you went to your shared apartment. You quickly packed all your things and left no trace of yourself in the apartment. You thought about leaving a note, something simple that said ‘Heading back to my family. Thanks for the place to crash.’ but even that didn’t feel right. You decided it was best to say nothing so left about two months worth of rent in cash and walked out. You hailed a cab and headed to the lake house.
You spent the last couple days getting to know your half-sister, and she was such a sweet kid. You saw a lot of resemblance to your dad so the first day with her was rough. But you gave her a chance and you were glad you did.
The two of you spent most of the time near the lake. You showed her different tricks you could do with the water. You used the air to blow her hair around and make the leaves fly. You made little Avenger figures from the rocks below. You used your powers for parlor tricks instead of fighting, and the calm felt nice.
When you got the call from Sam, you ignored it. You assumed it was a lead on Karli and at the moment, you wanted nothing to do with it. You did your part and got the shield away from Walker. You couldn’t save that Flag Smasher but you saved Sam and Barnes. You put Zemo back in prison. All your boxes were checked. You could rest… So why didn’t you feel at peace?
It was another couple days before you were contacted by Sam and Barnes again.
You were with Morgan at the shoreline when the car pulled up. You assumed it was someone for Pepper, probably Happy. You were making a crown from the water for Morgan, freezing it above her head before placing it in its place. You spun the air around you two for dramatic effect.
“I now crown thee, Princess Morgan!” You announced theatrically, pushing a wave across the lake that made her giggle. “Sovereign ruler of this great body of water! What is your first decree, your Highness?” You bowed dramatically.
“Trespassers!” She announced, pointing behind you. “Defend our shores!”
“I shall give my life to serve!” You laughed before turning to see who was coming. You saw Sam and Barnes stepping out of the car and you froze momentarily. “Alas, fair Princess, it’s only visitors from another kingdom.”
“Trespassers!” She yelled again with a wide smile. “Get them!”
“I live to serve thee.” You chuckled and shook your head before heading to the boys.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding?” Barnes asked simply.
“Better than fighting.” You shrugged. “Besides, I never rescheduled my apartment walkthroughs… You guys could’ve just called, yknow.”
“It’s not really the kind of thing you say over the phone.” Sam reasoned. “And last time I called, you didn’t answer.”
“Yeah, cause I thought you were gonna ask what I’m guessing you’re gonna ask me now.” You sighed and turned to check on Morgan. She was playing with the rock Avengers you made her, creating a fight scene of her own. You watched as she held the figure of yourself in one hand and threw a rock at one of the other Avengers. 
“I’ll set the table for two more.. You don’t talk shop in front of the kid, you can stay for lunch.” You sighed, walking backwards and motioning for them to follow. “Pepper usually makes too much food anyways.”
“Morgan!” You called, heading towards the house with the boys following behind. “Chow time! Come get some lunch!” You waited at the porch for her to catch up. 
“What is it?” She asked when she met up with you. “Who are these guys?” She whispered.
“Just some friends..” You dismissed her concerns with a smile as you took her hand while she jumped up the stairs. “Let’s go wash up.”
“Everyone washes their hands before we eat.” You said over your shoulder. “Morgan will show you to the bathroom.” She shot you an accusing look. “I’ll wash my hands in the kitchen so I can reset the table.” You put your hands up in surrender before heading to the kitchen.
“You invited people over?” Pepper asked as you pulled two more plates from the cabinet.
“More like they invited themselves..” You shrugged. “I figured there’d be enough anyway.”
“What do they want?” She eyed you carefully.
“Hopefully just to check in.”
“I didn’t know you were friends with those two.” Her tone betrayed something of disapproval.
“With all the family I’ve lost, I could use a few friends.” You answered sharply. “Oh, and I told them not to talk about anything in front of her so lunch should be pleasant. You’re welcome.”
“Y/N!” Morgan came running into the kitchen while laughing. “You are relieved of your knighthood.”
“I- Huh?” You laughed in disbelief while you pulled her chair out for her and your own chair from beside her. Pepper hid her giggle while bringing the food from the kitchen. “And who will take my place? Who can defend this great land better than me? The prodigy of Earth’s greatest defender, himself?”
“Him!” She pointed to Barnes -who offered a look of confusion- as he and Sam sat on the opposite side of the table. She grabbed your arm and pulled you close so she could whisper her next sentence. “He has a metal arm!” Her jaw dropped to mimic her earlier shock.
“Unfortunately, he won’t be staying long enough to protect your waters.” You said, feigning disappointment. “Sadly, Sir James is only visiting… Besides, I’m stronger than him anyway.”
You felt Barnes’ eyes on you but you ignored them. You didn’t call him James often. Really, that only came to mind as the third time. In Madripoor, taking the shield from Walker, and now. You weren’t sure why you said it but it felt better than calling him ‘Barnes’ when talking to Morgan. But maybe ‘Bucky’ would’ve been better.
“It’s true. I’ve seen it.” Sam added with a chuckle. Barnes simply rolled his eyes with an amused smile. You were relieved that he stepped in and dissipated the tension.
Lunch was surprisingly pleasant. The boys talked to Pepper about how the company was doing and the plans - if any - for rebuilding the Avengers compound. She asked about Zemo and if they knew anything about his escape. You all made jokes and told stories, which made the reunion rather fun.
Once the table was cleared, you took the boys outside while Pepper kept Morgan in the kitchen. You all stood around by the lake. You skipped rocks while Sam and Barnes started their proposition.
“We’re pretty sure Karli is going to attack the GRC vote.” Sam explained.
“Pretty sure isn’t enough to be here, Wilson.” You shook your head. “You’ll need to do something better than that.”
“There’s no guarantee but I bet we’re right.”
“Right… You really think she’s going to be able to travel to New York without someone snatching her up first?” You scoffed. “That move would make sense, I guess. If you can’t change the vote, you stop the vote. Probably kill the Council as a whole and get someone else in there.”
“So you’re in?”
“Am I in?” You laughed. “I did my due diligence. Walker doesn’t have the shield and Zemo is locked up. My hands are clean.”
“So you’re comfortable with quitting on this?” Barnes challenged.
“Why do you care?” You turned on him. “Why do you really care? Let me ask you something, Barnes. Why did you let me stay with you when you didn’t know me?”
“What are you getting at?” He avoided your question. The accusations in your tone hit him deep. It sounded like you were accusing him of ulterior motives, but he just wanted to do the right thing. He was glad for it, being that he quickly got used to having you around. To the point where he even liked having you around.
“I’ve seen my name in your book.” You said simply. “You think you have to make amends because you killed my grandparents. That’s all it’s been about, right? Cause I’m the only Stark left that can forgive you?”
“No.” He shook his head and tried to continue, but you interrupted. He had to admit that it might’ve started like that, a chance to right a wrong from so long ago. A wrong that was the final nail in the coffin of Tony and Steve’s friendship. But the fire in your eyes made it hard for him to admit that to you.
“You didn’t actually care that I was on my own, and that’s fine. I don’t need you to. But you don’t get to stand here and pretend that I was more than just a personal assignment.”
“It wasn’t like that!” He shouted. Barnes was wondering why he couldn’t tell you the full story. Maybe since he couldn’t even admit it to himself.
“What was it like then?” You snapped in return. 
“Let’s just take a step back.” Sam tried carefully. You noticed the way he looked at Barnes, as if he was trying to help him.
“Do you see Howard when you look at me?” You pushed Barnes. A vicious heat was sprouting in your chest, inching up your throat and creeping down your arms. “Howard in his youth, believing that you and Steve were some- some unstoppable duo that HYDRA didn’t have a chance against. Or when I had blood on my face, did you see Howard before you killed him?”
“That’s enough!” Sam announced. The firmness of his tone cleared the red from your vision. You realized you had stepped closer to Barnes, almost in challenge. You chuckled in disbelief, stepping back with your hands up in surrender as you chewed the inside of your cheek.
“Y/N, we could really use your help.” Sam’s tone was gentler, bordering pleading.
“Please.” Barnes murmured, so quietly that you weren’t sure you had actually heard it.
“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome, boys.” You replied simply, taking a couple steps backwards. “You’ll get an email when the Compound’s up and running again.”
“Y/N.” Sam tried again but you ignored him.
“This isn’t the kid Steve thought you were.” Barnes called out. “Doesn’t seem like the kid your dad thought you were either!”
“Bucky.” Sam scolded. He knew that wouldn’t convince you to help. If anything, it would push you further away.
You turned on your heel and pulled water up from the lake. In a swift movement, you threw it at Barnes and froze him against a nearby tree.
“You don’t get to tell me who my dad thought I was.” You warned as you stepped closer. “You barely knew him. Both of you barely knew him… And you barely know me.”
“I know you’re not a quitter.” Barnes continued.
“I’m not quitting.” You shrugged, dropping the ice. “Like I said, I did my part. You want a fighter? See if Walker will answer your calls. Maybe call on Sharon for another favor. I’m done. My part in this fight is over, Soldier.”
“We’re a team.” Sam offered. “We can’t do it without you.”
“I think you’ll manage.”
“Did you bring it?” Sam asked Barnes as you walked away.
“You think it’ll make a difference?” Barnes scoffed.
“Just give it to her, dumbass.” Sam rolled his eyes.
“Stark!” Barnes called.
Your hand was on the stair railing but you froze. You turned but didn’t leave your position from the steps. You sighed and leaned against the house as Barnes came up to you with a case in hand.
“What is that?” You asked with a brow quirked in interest.
“I called in a favor.” He said causally as he held the case out to you.
“Again, what is it?”
“Will you stop being so stubborn for one minute?”
“No.”
“Consider it a gift.”
Cautiously, you took the case from his hands. You ignored the brushing of your fingers, though it made your heart stutter.
“Am I going to regret taking this?” You tried to lighten the air around you. There was still a tension lingering from your interaction only a few minutes earlier.
“Do you regret any of it?” He countered sincerely.
“Yeah.” You looked over at the lake. “We’ve lost good people doing this type of work… Can you really blame me for wanting to keep my peace?”
“We really need your help here, Y/N.” He stepped closer, placing a hand near yours on the railing.
“Tell me the truth then.”
“It doesn’t change anything..” He sighed. “You-“
“I want to hear you say it.” You said with a nod, more to convince yourself you were sure. “Is my name in your book?”
“Yeah… It was.” He confessed. “That’s what it was at first but..”
“But what? You saved my life so it balances out?”
“Wha- No. You know, you’re insufferable sometimes.” He groaned.
“Well, I guess that’s settled.” You sighed. “Thanks for this. I’ll send a ‘thank-you’ basket to Sam’s place for you.” You turned and went inside, dismissing your mom and Morgan while you went straight to your room.
You dropped the case on your bed and sat on the ground, back against the wall and knees to your chest while you stared at the so-called gift. It was light but there was weight to it. You had purposefully knocked it against the railing on your way in and felt a different reverberation from it, something you’d felt before but not often.
If you had to guess, you would’ve said Vibranium.
You folded your arms over your raised knees and dropped your chin on top. The case was taunting you and you let it. Your fingers itched to flip the latches, your brain creating possibilities for the contents. With a sudden movement, an all at once action that didn’t allow you to reconsider, you moved to it and pressed your thumb against the scanner.
There was a slight hiss of air as the seal between the two halves broke. There was almost a light coming from the contents and it only tempted you more. You drummed your fingers over the top, closing your eyes to register the reverb. It was Vibranium, but not completely. Not a solid piece, more flexible and bending. Fibers, maybe, or woven between.
You opened your eyes and held your breath while you lifted the top. The case sat open for a few more seconds, just until your chest was burning for air. Then you let out the breath and opened your eyes, seeing a flooded bunch of dark fabric sitting before you. Your fingers grazed the material, tracing the overlapping red and gold lines.
The colors matched your dad’s first suit perfectly. So perfectly it brought tears to your eyes.
“Dad…” You said softly. “I wish you were here right now, give me some advice.”
You gave a broken smile before shutting the case and shifting it out the way so you could sit. Hunched over, elbows on your knees and hands clasped while the tears welled to a point you had to close your eyes.
“You’d know the right thing to do, always did… Me on the other hand, I’m flailing. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be or where I’m supposed to be. I just wanted to be like you, Dad…”
A light knock at your door stole your attention. After a second of silence, Pepper walked in with a small smile on her face. She looked between you and the case before she settled on the bed next to you.
“You already are a lot like Tony.” She said softly and you sniffled. “He hit this kind of point too, where he thought he needed to stop because too many people were hurting.”
“But he didn’t.” You finished her thought and sat up, letting out a heavy sigh. “Pepper, I’m not my dad. I know that. I’ve always known that, but I just thought I could be like him.”
“You are.” She insisted gently. “I see him in everything you do. The way you are with Morgan. The way you talk. The way you carry yourself. Even the way you lose.”
“He’d want me to see this through.” You said quietly. Your voice felt far away, like it wasn’t coming from your body but from someplace else. From the lake maybe, where you and Pepper floated your dad’s first Arc Reactor. “I know that, but I don’t know if I can.”
“Your dad was wrong about a lot of things, Y/N.” She nodded before nudging you slightly. “But he was never, never wrong about you… You’re Tony Stark’s daughter. I don’t think your dad ever found a fight too big. Neither should you.”
“Karli’s threatened you and Morgan already. Sam’s nephews. If we can’t stop her, everyone we care about is in trouble.” You rambled, desperate for some sort of assurance that backing down was the right thing to do.
“Loki threatened you when he came to New York.” She shrugged. “Didn’t stop Tony.”
“Morgan is all the family you have, Pep. I can’t let that get taken away. You said it yourself. I don’t know how to do this. I can’t clean up my own mess. ”
“I’m gonna say this once, kiddo. Your dad didn’t know how to clean up his mess until he was standing in the middle of it.” She chuckled sadly. “But he found a way. And you are Y/N Stark, just as smart and capable as your father. Morgan thinks so, too.”
“You really think it’ll all be okay?”
“I do. After this is done, if you’re still done with it, then you can rest.”
You offered a small smile and she gave the same in return. You threw your arms around her and she laughed in surprise before returning the embrace. You weren’t sure where the path to Karli would leave, but you knew Pepper and your dad’s ghost was right.
You had to finish what you had started.
You packed a bag, separate from the suit Barnes gave you, and called up your family’s pilot. The jet was ready within the hour and you gave Morgan one last hug on the way out. She clung to your leg for a few minutes and you felt the little tear puddles on your pants. She muttered that you had to promise to come back, to protect Stark Waters, and you did just that.
Your flight was relatively quick and you hailed a cab to take you the rest of the way. The driver was chatty, especially when you told him where you were headed. Sam’s family was well-loved in his community and you liked to hear it. You kept your head down and signature Stark glasses on your face as you walked the few blocks to Sam’s sister’s place.
You hesitated to knock, worried you wouldn’t be welcomed. Or maybe you were worried you’d be too welcomed. Either way, you turned away from the door. You called another cab and had them take you to the pier, this driver also knew Sam’s family and directed you to the right boat.
You stepped aboard and left your suitcases up top before you headed down to the engine room. You remembered hearing from the drivers that Sam was trying to fix it up and you decided to help with the hard parts. You activated your glasses and the AI showed you where there were issues.
You were working quietly on your own, ordering parts as you went, when someone else showed up. Sam first, then Barnes soon after. You were startled and looked at them with wide eyes, but when they gave you knowing smiles - the type that said they knew you would show up - you turned back to your work.
Later that morning, you three had the water pump pulled apart. Sam and Barnes were talking about whether or not a certain bolt existed in a big gear and you ignored them, examining the gear itself. You rolled your eyes in amusement as they went back and forth until Sam’s sister Sarah came up.
“The water pump is not the problem.” She instead. “I don’t come up into the sky and tell you how to barrel roll or whatever so don’t come down here and start messing with things you clearly don’t understand.”
“It’s not the problem but it will be soon.” You said, lifting the propeller shaped gear. “The corrosion’s gonna lead to this thing not bringing in enough water and it’s gonna overheat. And the impeller is cracking. Don’t worry though. I ordered new ones and they should be here by end of day. Easy fix.”
“Stark.” She nodded.
“I thought about a whole new pump but…” You shrugged. “She’s still got some kick in her. Just needed a few add-ons.”
“Alright, off.” She shooed you three away. “Off, bye. Thank you so much.”
You stayed around the boat for a while longer while Sam and Barnes went off to do something you didn’t care to join in on. Instead, you waited around for your parts to arrive and you put them in place. By the time Sam got back, you had finished your portion of the rebuild. You were tightening a few last bolts while Sam and Sarah talked, though you caught the end of their conversation.
“What would be the point of all the pain and sacrifice if I wasn’t willing to stand up and keep fighting?” Sam said simply, as if he truly understood his place in the fight.
And at the same time, you seemed to understand yours.
After hanging around and training for a few days with Sam, he got a call. His friend Torres caught a cell ping that matched the same pings from across Europe, just before the Flag Smashers went through. The ping was set in New York.
You were quick to set up travel plans to New York. Sam said he would get in touch with Barnes while you did your end. After the calls were made and a time table was set, you found Sam opening his case.
“Looks good.” You said as you went in, peering over to see it. “It’ll suit you.”
“How’d yours look?” He asked.
“Stylish, easy to move in, and a little homage to my dad… Pretty much perfect.”
“Pretty much?”
“Depends if it’s fireproof.”
At that, Sam laughed.
“You ready for this, Captain?” You gave him a small nudge with your elbow.
“Are you, Stark?”
“Yeah.” You nodded with a small smile. “I think I am.”
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Blind Date - Bucky Barnes
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genre: fluff!
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: your friend Natasha is tired of your tragic dating life, so she sets you up on a blind date that you’ll never forget
CW: mentions of the KGB, first date, blind date, you work at a retail store, Natasha is pushy, references to my own bad dating life, Christmas time,
definitely did not post this just so I could have some Marvel on my masterlist anyway here is some Bucky with a first date around Christmas time because now Halloween is over and it’s totally socially acceptable for me to only write about Christmas now lol
I just did a part 2 to this which you can read here
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“I don’t know, Nat,” you scan another sweater and fold it into the bag. “A blind date? 
She narrows her eyes. “You’ve had a revolving door of losers and idiots, not to mention a surprising amount of super villains. Are you really so against the idea?”
You glance up at her between scans. It wasn’t uncommon for Nat to bug you at your retail job, and now with Christmas fast approaching, she was there almost every day buying some obscure gift. That’s how you ended up bagging seven matching Christmas sweaters.
“Is this everything, Nat? Or do you want a partridge in a pear tree on the side?”
She snickers at that. “What I want,” she grabs the bag from your hand, “is for you to stop avoiding the question.”
“I’m not—”
“Don’t even try to lie about it. I was literally trained by the KGB to get the truth out of people.”
Your boss scoffs somewhere off to the side, clearly sick of your antics with the Avenger. 
You sigh. “Do you promise he’s not a weirdo?”
“I promise.”
“Then fine. Text me the details after work.”
“Will do,” she gives a two-fingered salute, “good luck with the rest of your shift.”
You nod and watch  her walk out of the store, her red hair swaying across her back as she moves. Your boss shuffles in a bit closer, her apple perfume clouding your nostrils.
“Was that an Avenger?”
You shrug.
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5pm. December 24th. 
You find yourself thinking: Who goes on a date on Christmas Eve? Yet here you are, smoothing the cream knit sweater over your pants and examining yourself in the mirror. Nat hadn’t said where you were going, she had just said to dress casual and that he would be there to pick you up around 5.
Perfectly on time, there’s a knock on your apartment door. You slip your feet into a pair of fuzzy boots and pull the door open. Standing in front of you, in a gray long sleeve, blue jeans and a black jacket, is your date.
He has dark brown hair, gelled down to look somewhat neat. He’s clean shaven and his cheeks were reddened from the cold outside. Blue eyes meet yours and a small smile comes to his lips.
“Y/N?”
“Hi,” you smile, feeling the blood rush to your face. He’s stunning.
He offers a gloved hand. “I’m James.”
“Nice to meet you.”
You can’t help but wonder why he looks so familiar. You’ve definitely seen his face before, but at the same time, you’re certain you’d remember someone as beautiful as him.
“Should we get going?” He gestures to the door.
You nod and grab your purse and keys off the table. “After you,” you smile.
James walks next to you, clearly walking a little slower than his normal pace to make up for your smaller strides. One of his hands sits in his pocket while the other one swings at his side. You try not to swing your hand so that you don't accidentally touch his.
“So I was thinking we could get dinner at this little diner near the plaza and then go see the Christmas tree in Rockefeller center?”
“That sounds nice! I used to go see the tree all the time as a kid, but it’s been a few years since I last saw it,” you admit.
He hums in agreement. “I haven’t seen it in,” he exhales sharply, “ages.”
You smile at him as the two of you reach the lobby door of your apartment and end up in the crisp winter air. The sky is white, threatening to snow down on the bare city.
You look up at the sky. “I really hope it snows tonight.” 
“Nothing better than a white Christmas.”
“Exactly, it doesn’t feel like Christmas without the snow.”
“It doesn’t feel like Christmas without friends or family either,” he mumbles, “I can’t remember how long it’s been since I spent Christmas with somebody.”
“Me too, if it wasn’t for Nat bugging me so much I’d probably be drinking eggnog alone in my apartment.”
He nudges you gently. “Well, hey, you’re stuck with me now.”
“You’re stuck with me now,” you smile at him.
The walk isn’t very far, and with James as your company, it goes by fast. By the time the two of you make it to the diner, your cheeks and hands are numb, but you also feel really connected to the man next to you.
The server sits you two at a booth by the window, and based on his friendliness with James, they know each other.
“Come here often?” You giggle.
“Just a little,” he cracks a smile.
You take off your scarf and fold it up next to you with your purse. James rests his hands on the table but makes no move to take off his gloves.
“Aren’t you getting warm?”
“A little, I guess.” He shrugs off his jacket, and looking nervous, slips off his gloves.
There’s a dog tag around his neck, tucked into his shirt. You hide your shock quite well when you notice that one of his hands was a shiny, dark metal. You don’t glance very long, but when you look up at his face, you can tell that he noticed you looking.
“It’s okay to look, y/n. I’m learning to not be ashamed of it.”
“Sorry,” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear nervously, “I shouldn’t stare. You just look...so familiar.”
He nods, but as he opens his mouth to speak, the server returns.
“Can I take your drink orders?”
You order a coffee while James orders a tea, and once he’s certain everyone is out of earshot, leans in a little closer.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you, y/n. Nat’s told me about all of your nightmare dates and I really didn’t want to end up as another one…”
“Is everything alright?”
He takes a deep breath. “My full name is James Buchanen Barnes.”
You don’t hide your shock as well this time. Everything clicks into place, and though you had only ever seen pictures of him in museums when he was younger, and a few other pictures on the news a few years ago, you know that’s where you knew him from.
“So,” you nod slowly, noting how he refused to meet your eyes, “do I still call you James, or do you prefer Bucky?”
His eyes finally meet yours and you can see the stress melt away. “I prefer Bucky.”
“Then it’s nice to meet you, Bucky.”
The waiter brings your drinks and takes your food orders and once again, you wait until he leaves before you say anything.
“So does Captain America really sing in the shower?”
Bucky laughs at that, his laugh so happy that it makes your heart swell up with joy.“All the time! He has a good singing voice, too, so we can’t even tell him to shut up!”
You can’t help but giggle at the thought of Captain America belting it out in the shower The sound of Bucky’s laugh on top of yours only makes you giggle more.
“You have a nice laugh,” he says. 
Heat rises to your cheeks but luckily the waiter comes by with your food, and you’re saved by the bell. The two of you eat in silence, and when the bill comes, you and Bucky do the classic cheque dance. In the end, you paid for your respective meals, and made your way out of the restaurant.
“So,” he offers his hand, “Rockefeller?”
“Rockefeller!” You take his hand in yours, and based on the feel of it, it’s the metal one.
He holds your hand gently, as if he’s afraid to hurt you. Of course he is, you thought. If you knew anything about his past, it was that that same arm had been used to hurt people. You’re flattered that he would even put aside his insecurity with it for you.
After a few minutes of walking, Bucky finally speaks. “You know, if you’re not sick of me after Rockefeller, a friend of mine is having a Christmas party.”
“A friend? Like an Avengers friend?”
“A friend like Tony Stark,” he states plainly.
Your eyes shoot wide open. An Avengers Christmas party? Was that where Nat would be?
“I’d love to go with you.”
He gently squeezes your hand in acknowledgement, and in no time at all, the two of you are heading into Rockefeller center to see the looming Christmas tree. It’s bright and beautiful, and you can’t help but gawk at it. With a quick glance at Bucky, you can tell he’s doing the same.
“So, when was the last time you saw the tree?” You whisper to him.
“1937, I think.”
“That was so long ago!”
“I know,” he smiles sheepishly, “I just never felt comfortable enough in crowds before. It’s getting better, though.”
“I’m glad,” you turn to face him, your lips turning into a smile.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
“No. I just think you’re very handsome.”
His face flushes instantly. “So what are you going to do about it?”
You stand on your tippy toes, wrap your hands around his neck and whisper, “is this okay?”
He wraps his arms around your waist and leans in, answering your question in the form of a kiss.
You smile into it, enjoying his warmth against yours. 
He pulls away first. “So, Christmas party?”
“Christmas party.” You smile back at him.
For the first time in years, you weren’t going to spend Christmas alone.
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STOP THE CAR!
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shortamarble · 2 years
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bucky: you fuckers don't know about my knife stick. It's a knife taped to a stick and it's the ultimate weapon.
sam, not looking up from his phone: spear.
bucky: BLOCKED.
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ivybucky · 6 months
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First Time - b.b. x gn!reader
Summary: You have a habit of calling people by cute nicknames or monikers, and Bucky isn't sure why it made him feel so good.
a/n: I'm breaking my hiatus finally!!! this is just a cute lil fic somewhat based on first time by hozier without the thought-provoking underlying angst. 1.9k
Content/Warnings: tfaws!Bucky, fluff, pining, tfaws fight scenes, zemo mention, multiple Sam appearances, references to fights/violence, use of y/n, use of the nickname doll when referring to the reader, friends to lovers? (let me know if i'm forgetting anything)
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Believe it or not, Bucky Barnes tried to not think about his past. 
Though his efforts to make amends were a work-in-progress, and his name was brought up in the press more often than he preferred, Bucky Barnes tried to think about his past as little as possible. 
The first time you called him James was the first time he had liked the way it sounded. You had smiled at him, sweet and welcoming, as Sam introduced the two of you.
“It’s nice to meet you, James.” God, did it fall off your tongue in the nicest way. “Thank you for looking after birdbrain over here.” You giggled at Sam’s distant-sounding protest.
Bucky cracked a sideways smile, not being able to stop himself. “You can call me Bucky, doll.”
Your smile morphed into a sort of smirk, cheeks warming at the nickname he gave you. “Is that what you prefer?”
He hadn’t given it much thought anymore. He knew James as the person who enlisted in the military, the person who fell from the train following Captain America into the throws of war. James was the person who was Hydra’s plaything, the assassin, the monster he was so desperate to forget. Bucky was the charmer, the best friend of Steve Rogers, the swing dancer who had a habit of punching bullies(justified obviously). 
Now, he didn’t feel like either. Going by Bucky was the easiest option, since it was the part of him he was desperate to gain back. Talking to you however, he didn’t think he cared what he was called anymore. 
He gave you a soft grin, one that may have held a bit more meaning than flirtation. “I don’t mind either, you can call me whatever you want.”
The first time you called him by any kind of nickname was the day they went to Madripoor.
“Sammy! Buck!” You called their names as you waved big at them from the small airport hangar. 
Bucky tried to slow his heart as the pair walked closer to you. Sam let out a chuckle next to him, a teasing smile thrown his way. “Hope you don’t mind the extra company, Buck.”
With a frown and a grumble, Bucky widened his gait, the toe of his shoe catching on Sam’s, causing him to trip up momentarily. “Don’t call me that.”
He reached you first, allowing his smile wider further than before. “Hi Y/N, what’re you doin’ here?”
You placed a gentle hand on his left shoulder, rubbing back and forth. “It’s good to see you too,” you chuckled. “Sam told me what you guys are doing with Zemo. He thought I might be able to provide some kind of help, right Sam?”
Sam walked up with somehow both a smirk and scowl on his face and pulled you into a quick hug. “That’s right, though I might’ve invited you along so that I’m not the only one putting up with his old ass.”
Bucky scoffed, trying to ignore the lack of warmth from your otherwise occupied hands. “Are you sure about this, doll? This is probably gonna end with all of us on a watch list.”
You nudged his shoulder, your own smirk gracing your features. “As if I wasn’t on one already.”
The boys both chuckled, before Sam spoke up. “Speaking of watchlists, he’s here.”
Boarding the private jet that Zemo just happened to have, Bucky tried to keep his eyes on you the whole time, even as you sat in the leather seat between him and the window. 
“I’m sorry, I’m just fascinated by this - I don’t know what to call it,” your brows furrowed at the sentence, at the faint smirk that rested on Zemo’s face. “But this part seems important. Who is Nakajima?”
Bucky was out of his seat in an instant, metal fingers gripped tightly around his throat. Zemo’s face wiped itself of any amusement. Bucky spoke into his ear low and gruff, but it could easily be heard throughout the plane cabin. “You touch that again and I’ll kill you.” 
He snatched the notebook back into his and heavily sat back down into his seat, hand wound tight around the small journal
Your fingers reached across his lap and wrapped around his clenched metal fist, thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of his hand. “Just ignore him, sweetheart. You and I both know nothing that man says is worth anything.” 
Bucky looked down at your joined hands, then glanced up at you with a small smile. He gave your hand a couple of squeezes, and tried to focus back on the words being said throughout the rest of the plane ride. 
The first time you called him “baby” was during their fight with John Walker. 
Madripoor and Latvia had been filled with silent stares, small smiles, and soft words . Fleeting “friendly” touches ensued as well - Bucky’s hand on your back drawing small circles, your gentle grasp of his hand or arm when he clenched his fist.
Bucky talked to you about Yori, about his too soft mattress, about his too shitty of a therapist, his want to get a cat. You told him about meeting Sam, your agency background, your agreement that he should totally get a cat. And now, you just wished you could have that again.
Walker was too strong, landing solid hits on both Sam and Bucky that could easily start slowing them down. He had lifted the shield over their bodies too many times, clearly holding on to the same psychotic fury he had when he killed the Flagsmasher.
To this point, you stood frozen in watch. You weren’t there when the fight started, and between Sam and John’s current focus on Bucky, you weren’t sure which side needed the most aid.
John had flung Bucky into a nearby metal utility pole for Christ’s sake, and a cry wretched itself from your lips. You ran to his side as he laid on the ground unconscious, metal arm cackling with untamed electricity. 
“Bucky,” you murmured as you checked his spine for any breaks. You could hear his breath, as shuddered as it was after an impact like that. You moved him to lay on his back, palm pressed to his cheek. “Bucky, honey, come on, wake up.”
You tapped his cheek a couple of times in slight panic, other hand unconsciously combing his hair back. A couple of moments passed before he groaned and huffed out a cough. “Bucky,” you sighed a breath of relief, eyes near tearing up as the tension left your body. “Are you hurt, baby?”
He sat up with a grimace, another groan leaving his lips. “What the fuck?”
“He took the serum,” your hands had yet to leave his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
He looked up at you with a wincing smile, still bright enough to make your heart stutter. “I’m okay, sweetheart.” The red gracing your cheeks could be easily based on the intensity of the fight, but it was unsaid knowledge that wasn’t the case. He touched the hand holding his cheek as you swept a thumb back and forth. A grunt from the fight crashed them both back to reality. “He’s gonna kill Sam.”
You stood up, pulling him with you by his metal arm. Bucky swung his arm around to recalibrate before jogging forward. “We gotta get the shield. Be careful, don’t let him pin you.”
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The first time you kissed him was in Louisiana. 
You giggled from the picnic table as you watched Bucky dodge Sam’s nephews, cake in hand, as they tried to tackle him for his arm, as well as when several of the children pleading to hang off of it.
He sat next to you on the bench of the table, shoulder pressing into yours as you basked in Sam and Sarah’s storytelling. Bucky shared some bittersweet stories about Steve, drawing smiles from everyone listening. Each laugh had you leaning into him a bit more, but a complaint could not be heard, especially when your hands brushed under the table.
The evening continued on like that into the early night. Bucky entertained the masses, looking a lot like the charmer he used to be. Sam reminisced with his community, taking many photos with his local family. 
You sat on the pier, leaning back against the wooden bench as the sun set over the water’s horizon. You could faintly hear laughter behind you on the dock mixed with the sound of the stereo’s music drifting over. A smile grew on your face as a presence made its way towards you, shoes scuffing against the wooden slats. A soft hand rested on your shoulder and sent warmth through your body. “Care for some company, doll?”
You flashed Bucky a smile that had him weak as you turned back to him and patted the space next to him. He sat down close, thigh pressed against yours, shoulder to shoulder yet again. 
“What’re you gonna do now, Buck? You think you’re gonna stick around?” 
He sighed, staring down at his metal hand in contempt. “I don’t know,” his hand clenched in his lap. “I’ve been following orders for a long time now. Might be good for me to work with someone, not for. Even if birdbrain has a habit of getting on my nerves.”
You reached across his lap and gently unfurled his fingers. He wished the pressure he felt against the metal was more tangible for once, more definitive. “You should do whatever makes you feel the most free, sweetheart.” You slipped both of your hands around his, rubbing small circles with your thumb. “Whether that be with Sam or doing something else. You deserve it.”
Bucky’s eyes drifted over your face and observed its features - the small smile that curled around your lips, the kindness in your eyes. “And what about you?” he spoke softly. “Will you stay?”
You looked up to him and searched his eyes with a hopeful grin. “Are you asking?” you chuckled, using one of your hands to comb his hair back behind his ear, thumb resting on his cheek. “If I’m needed, I’ll stay.”
Bucky puffed out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. “Well ya know,” he threw a bright smile in your direction. “Sam’s gonna need you here so he doesn’t lose his mind.”
You chuckled, leaning a little bit closer.  “And you? Do you need me?”
Bucky took in the space between you, the way your breaths mingled, foreheads near touching. “Yeah, baby,” he allowed himself to fully lean in. “I need you.”
You kissing him was like coming up for air, or finding water in the middle of the desert. It was salvation, it was required for him to have in order to survive. Your lips were soft, tasting faintly of the beer you had earlier. His mouth moved against yours like a magnet following them wherever they went. His hand drifted to your waist, moving you somewhat into his lap as you both smiled into the kiss. When you finally broke apart, it was only for the need for oxygen to fill your lungs. 
You giggled from above him, heads pressed together. Your hands locked themselves around his shoulders in an embrace that forced him to stay where he could feel the pant of your breath across his skin, not that he was complaining. “I guess I’ll stay then.”
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I think that Dr. Christina "I was an excellent soldier" Raynor needs to deal with some personal things before she's anyone's therapist, because she strong-armed more of Bucky's autonomy away from him than Zemo did within the series.
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I am loving this new editing app! 😍
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Flower Shop
TFAWS Bucky
Summary: You own a flower shop and your once grumpy customer turns into one of your best customers, and something more.
Content warning: Mild language
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“Can you put those bouquets in the window Erica? I’d like to feature them this week” 
“Sure thing”
Erica grabbed the bouquets and placed them on the stand in front of the window. 
You were organizing the flower delivery in the back room when you forgot to put up your window display for the week.
You owned a small flower shop tucked in-between a yoga studio and bakery. Forever Flowers was your baby and you loved it. It gave you the opportunity to be creative, run a business the way you wanted things done, meet lots of people, and make money.
Your mother had passed the shop to you when she decided to hang up her shears and retire in Florida, leaving you to run things. You were perfectly capable of running things since you took business courses, and you had been working since the day you were able to hold a pair of shears in your hand without hurting yourself. 
You did a lot of walk-in business and of course the weddings, anniversaries, and special holidays, always kept you busy. The busy Christmas season had just passed so it was that weird time between Christmas and Valentine’s Day that was always a bit of a drag, but you never minded.
You had a few small contracts with businesses in the area, supplying them with the odd arrangement or two every week. You also had a few hotel contracts in place, meaning they would use you for all their centrepieces, lobby displays, and VIP room arrangements so in-between the lulls of the regular holidays and wedding season, those contracts keep you busy. 
You hired Erica on as your full-time employee and she was great, the perfect employee, even starting up the online ordering system and website for you which was a huge help as it brought in plenty of business as well; she was a lifesaver.
You finished putting the flower delivery away and walked to the front of the store when you saw a man lurking in front of your window. 
He was tall, had short brown hair, wore a fitted leather jacket and gloves, dark jeans that fit him just right, had a slightly scruffy face, and the bluest eyes you ever saw making you blush a little. He looked at you and you smiled at him, but he didn’t acknowledge you, he only scowled and walked off. 
“Ok then” you mumbled and went back to the cooler. 
“What was that?” Erica asked and you shook your head. 
“Nothing”.
You were busy putting the final pieces together for a last-minute online order when you heard the bell ding on your front door. 
Erica looked over at you and you smiled at her. 
“I got it. This is done and ready for pick up anyways” placing the arrangement on the table as you headed to the front to greet your customer.
You turned the corner and saw the handsome man from earlier, standing awkwardly in your shop. 
“Hello” 
You  walked up to the counter.
“Hi” he replied, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but in your shop. 
“How can I help you?” 
“I’m here to pick up an order my friend made” he said flashing you, his phone. 
You looked at the name on it. 
“Sam. You’re in luck, I just finished it. Let me get it for you” 
You headed to the cooler.
“Here we are. I’m just going to pack it up so you can transport it”
He looked over the ridiculously large, pink and purple flower order and rolled his eyes at it. 
You noticed his expression. 
“Everything ok?” you asked, making him snort. 
“Thought it would be bigger” he shrugged. 
“That’s what she said” you quietly joked, and he gave you a look. 
Dammit, he heard that. Wait, how did he hear that? 
You cleared your throat. 
“Well, it’s what was ordered” you stated. 
“Do you not like it? I can make something else if you want to wait say, 15 minutes?” 
He shook his head no.
 “I guess this will do” 
He shrugged. 
Rude. 
“Ok, just give me a few minutes then you can take it” you chirped.
You took the arrangement and started wrapping it up wanting to work as fast as possible so the rude grumpy man could leave. 
Erica came walking back to the front and leaned against the doorway to watch.
The man watched you with an intense gaze that made your knees knock together and fumble slightly with the paper. He seems to have a bit of a staring problem, but you shook it off. 
“There” 
You lifted the arrangement from the counter to give to the customer. You handed him the bouquet and your hands brushed with his gloved hands, causing him to wince slightly at the contact. 
You had a bit of goosebumps from the contact but clearly, the man thought you felt like a cactus because he shuddered when he took the bouquet from you. 
“Thanks. I hope you enjoy the flowers” 
He looked over his shoulder and nodded then walked out of your shop. 
“Jerk” you muttered.
Erica giggled from behind you. 
“Who was that?” she asked.
“A grump” you replied, making her laugh. 
“A handsome grump” she corrected. 
You gave her a look. 
“Come on, let’s finish those centrepieces then we can go”
Bucky took hold of the arrangement and carefully walked down the busy city streets, avoiding people and traffic while he came to the office building. He walked into the lobby then the elevator as he made his way up to the top floor. 
“Here Sam” he grumbled 
He plopped the arrangement down in front of his friend. 
“Thanks for getting that for me” Sam said giving Bucky a pat on the back. 
“Don’t know why you couldn’t pick it up yourself or at least pay for delivery since you know…” he grumbled waving his hand at him, making Sam chuckle. 
“Because you were free and I’m busy doing Captain America things. Besides, Captain America doesn’t pay delivery fees”
Bucky rolled his eyes while Sam looked over the arrangement.
“It’s beautiful. I’m glad I found that florist. Do you think my date will like it?” he asked Bucky and he shrugged. 
“It’s ok. Women usually like flowers so I guess?”
Sam cackled. 
Bucky did think the arrangement was beautiful. He also thought the person who made it was also beautiful, but he cleared his throat at that thought and brushed it aside. 
“What are you doing tonight, Buck?” Sam asked and Bucky glared at him. 
“Oh right, the same thing you do every night. A whole big pile of Nothin’” Sam teased, and Bucky grumbled. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow” 
Sam took the bouquet with him and left Bucky sitting in his office.
You opened the shop bright and early. Erica was coming in a little later since she had a dentist appointment, but you forgot to get yourself a coffee making you scowl at the empty coffee pot in the back room.
You once again forgot to buy coffee for your little coffee maker. You were debating whether to lock up for 10 minutes while you went next door to grab one from the bakery but decided to leave it. You’d have to settle for water since you didn’t feel like bundling up.
You checked your online orders and didn’t see anything new that came in for the day, so you proceeded to re-arrange some of the large pots in the cooler and cleaned out some old stock. 
After an hour of working. you cursed yourself for not getting that coffee as you shoved some stems in a pot and placed it to the side with a scowl. You heard the bell on the front door ding, so you composed yourself, walked out to the front, and saw the man from yesterday, the grumpy one. 
“Hello” you called, and he nodded. 
“Sam, the order from yesterday. Was it ok?” you asked, and he shrugged. 
“He said it was beautiful” 
He watched you. 
“Oh, well. I’m glad” feeling a small blush creep on your face. 
You always blushed when people complemented you on your arrangements and bouquets. 
Bucky noticed the small blush on your face and thought you looked cute.
The man stood there, looking all around. 
“Was there something else you needed?” you asked, and he shook his head no.
“Ok” you stood there watching him, feeling super awkward. 
He looked at you and gave you a head nod as he turned around to leave the shop. 
“Have a nice day…” you called, and he turned around. 
“Bucky” 
“What was that?” 
“My name is Bucky” he said, and you smiled. 
“Y/n. Have a nice day Bucky” you repeated which made the one corner of his mouth turn up slightly. 
Well, it’s a start. 
He nodded and left your shop.
Erica passed the man from yesterday on the street then came into the shop, but her mouth was still frozen as she walked in the main doors of the shop. 
“Was that the grump from yesterday?” she mumbled with a bit of drool escaping her lips, and you giggled at her. 
“The one and only” you handed her a tissue.
“Did he buy anything?” 
“Nope. Just said his friend liked the flowers and told me his name” you shrugged, then looked over some paperwork. 
“He came in, told you his name, and left?” she questioned wiping her mouth. 
“Pretty much” 
“Hmm” 
“What?” 
“Nothin’” 
Erica giggled and dabbed at her lips again. 
You gave her a sideways glance. 
“I’m just thinking that a handsome guy comes in two days in a row, doesn’t buy anything, and tells you, his name. Doesn’t that seem strange?” she asked,
You thought about it. 
“I guess. He is quite handsome…for a grump” you joked making Erica smile brightly. 
It’s been a while since you’ve dated anyone since taking over the shop and she wanted to see you have a little fun and get back out there. 
“Ready to clean the cooler?” you asked. 
“Ugh, I was hoping you’d forget” Erica groaned. 
“Come on, it won’t be so bad. When your face unfreezes, I’ll get you a coffee”
Erica smiled brightly at you. 
You dreaded cleaning day, but it had to be done once a week.
“How was your date?” asked Bucky
Sam sat in front of him at the conference table. 
“It went well” Sam grinned at the memory. 
“Will there be a second?”
Sam smiled a big toothy grin. 
“Friday night” 
Bucky smirked. 
Bucky was scrolling through his phone for nothing in particular when he came across your website. He hadn’t meant to search for florists in the area, and he definitely didn’t mean to type Forever Flowers flower shop into Google to find any information about you he could get as he scrolled through your website. 
He smiled at the photos, reading customer reviews, and learning a little about you as he navigated the site. Sam looked over and saw the flower website on Bucky’s phone and couldn’t contain himself. 
“You need some flowers?” he asked, and Bucky immediately snatched his phone away and shoved it in his pocket.
 “No” he blushed a little, feeling silly he was caught stalking you. 
Sam laughed and slapped him on the back as Torres walked in for their meeting. 
But he could be in the market for flowers as he thought about it further…
It was almost at the end of the day when you heard the ding of your front door. You let Erica go earlier since she developed a small headache from her earlier dentist visit so you were alone in your closing duties. You saw the back of a strong man standing by the counter. 
“Bucky?” 
You walked to the front counter. 
“Hi” 
“What can I do for you?” you asked, and he looked around, walking over to the bouquet stand at the front of the shop. 
He reached his gloved hand down, grabbed a bouquet, and walked back to the counter. 
“I’ll take these” he said placing the bouquet down on the counter, pulling out his wallet. 
“Alright” 
You rang in the purchase wondering who the flowers are for. Probably a date you internally grumbled to yourself as it was late in the day. Of course, it was for a date. The guy was a complete hottie, a grumpy hottie, but a hottie, nonetheless. 
He gave you cash, and you gave him some change and a weak smile back.
“Want me to wrap those?”
“Oh, um…sure?” 
You took them and started wrapping them. 
“There” 
You wrapped them so the cold air wouldn’t harm the petals. He stood there staring at you. 
“Anything else?” 
“Oh, no” 
“Ok, enjoy. Have a nice night” 
You gave him a little wave. 
He nodded at you as he left. 
“What a strange guy” you said out loud.
Over the next week, Bucky wandered in more and more, buying bouquets, the odd arrangement, and one random plant. 
It hurt you that he was probably giving the flowers to his girlfriend or partner as you bitterly thought about it. You weren’t sure why the thought of Bucky having someone special in his life he gave flowers to annoyed you, but it did. 
Ironically, the guys you dated previously never gave you any flowers because they always said you could just make yourself whatever you wanted whenever you wanted and no matter what they got you, you would always compare them to what you could make yourself. Which was somewhat true, but it always hurt that you never got any flowers given to you and Bucky seemed to be giving them away like candy.
Erica helped him a few times if you were busy in the back, and every time she did, she told you he seemed sad he wasn’t able to see you, but you brushed it off. He was just being finnicky in who he deals with but knowing that Bucky came to your store daily made your insides warm and fuzzy. 
He was quickly becoming one of your best customers and you weren’t complaining one bit.
The offices at the newly constructed tower were beginning to look like a botanical garden as Sam had to move an arrangement out of his way while he finished a meeting with Torres, Peter, and Kate. 
“I swear, if he brings one more damn arrangement here, I am going to scream” 
Sam mumbled as he saw Bucky wander into the office carrying another small bouquet and placing it down on his desk. 
Sam rubbed his eyes with his fingers as Bucky walked into the conference room. 
“Hey” he said sitting down. 
Everyone was smirking at him, and Sam gave him a look. 
“What?” 
“What’s with all the flowers?” Kate asked and Peter nodded. 
“Yeah Mr. Bucky. Where did you get them? You didn’t steal them, did you?” he asked with wide eyes and Bucky scoffed. 
“No. I don’t do that…anymore…I bought them” he proudly said and the four of them shared a look. 
“What?” 
“Just ask her out already” Sam huffed. 
“Ask out who?” Torres piped in as Bucky blushed. 
“Ooh is Bucky Barnes smitten?” chimed in Kate and Peter sighed and held his head in his hands watching the show. 
“The flower shop owner. Just ask her out already so I can get my office back to normal” Sam grumbled, standing up from the table to head to his office.
Everyone else smirked and left the conference room while Bucky stayed behind, thinking about Sam’s words. 
Of course, he found you cute. You were smart, funny, and he loved watching you smile. 
He got all warm and fuzzy whenever you helped him, and he couldn’t hide the excitement off his face every time he hurriedly made his way to your shop to see you. True, his bank account was taking a beating with all the purchases he was making, but he couldn’t stop himself, you were perfect, and he couldn’t get enough of you. 
Maybe he could ask you for a coffee?
You and Erica were in the back office, going over some of your hotel contracts when you heard the front door ding. 
“I got it” Erica left the office. 
You waved at her while highlighting some paperwork when she came back with a smile on her face. 
“Who was there?” you asked, not looking up from your desk. 
“You have a visitor” she said in a sing-song voice. 
You looked up and scrunched your nose at her thinking who could it be as she plopped down on her chair. 
“Fine, but when I get back, I’m going next door to get a coffee. Let me know if you want one” you yelled down the hall, walking to the counter.
“Bucky?”
“Hey doll” he said making you blush hard at the name, he just used on you. 
You had to clear your throat and collect yourself. 
“Uh, what can I get you today?” you asked, and he smiled brightly at you. 
He actually smiled at you, almost knocking you down to the floor. 
“Nothing” 
You looked at him weirdly. 
“Ok…” 
“Heard you wanted some coffee. Got time to go for a cup with me?” he asked, and you stood there in shock. 
Was he asking me out? 
“Oh, well…I…Umm…” 
“She sure does” came Erica from behind you and Bucky beamed at you. 
“What?” 
She glared at you. 
“Oh…I DO have some time?” you said again, and she smiled. 
“Take your break. In fact, take an extended break, please” she insisted, and you blushed again. 
You looked over at Bucky who was elated you said yes. Bucky waited for you to get your jacket on as you walked to the front of the shop. 
“I’ll bring you back a coffee” you said, and Erica waved at you. 
“Have fun you two!” she called, and you blushed as Bucky put his hand at the small of your back, escorting you to the bakery next door. 
You were finally going out for coffee with your grump of a customer, glad you never bothered to pick up that coffee for your coffee maker.
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dead-chela · 1 month
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I just think that Marvels decision to end The Falcon and Winter Soldier series with Bucky being invited to the family bbq and him and Sam staring at the sunset was the gayest most essential ending to any marvel production ever thank you that’s all
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froggibus · 1 year
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Hi bestie do you plan on writing a part 2 for blind date? Maybe when they go to Tony's party together and Sam and Steve keep flirting with reader?
Christmas Party (Blind Date 2) - Bucky Barnes
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genre: fluff!
Word Count: 600
Summary: after your blind date with Bucky, you go to avengers tower for a Christmas party
CW: pure fluff, alcohol, flirting, Bucky is a lil possessive but wholesome!!
hey bestie! i wasn’t really planning on it since I wrote it so long ago but here’s a little blurb I wrote! hope you enjoy <3
this is a part 2. you can read part 1 here
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Stepping into Avengers Tower, you can’t help but smooth down the wrinkles on your clothes. The snow is coming down harder now, and thick flakes of it are clinging to the fabric of your clothes and strands of your hair. 
“Are you sure I’m dressed up enough for this?” You ask. 
Bucky squeezes your hand in reassurance, “honestly, I’m not the best person to ask that. But you look great!”
You nod, watching him press the button for the elevator. You figure Nat will be there, so you won’t be completely alone. Still, you’re nervous. 
Even when you’re stepping off of the elevator onto the top floor, where waiters cart around platters of champagne and serve them to heroes of all kinds, your nerves only grow. You can see many familiar faces—people you’ve only seen on the news and dreamt about seeing. 
“Well, well, well,” a familiar redhead purses her lips at you, setting her empty champagne glass on a tray. “Look who showed up.”
She looks gorgeous—a black slip dress framing her athletic figure. She brings you in for an awkward hug, the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils. 
When she pulls back, she shoots a glance at the two men she was talking to before you showed up. 
“Where are my manners? Y/n, this is Steve and Sam,” she gestures to them. 
Even without the introduction, you know who they are. Steve Rogers: Captain America, and Sam Wilson: The Falcon. You’ve heard countless stories about them, including many tonight from Bucky himself. 
Speaking of Bucky, he drops your hand so that he can give his friend a pat on the back, giving the other man a begrudging handshake. You giggle slightly, before introducing yourself to the two men. 
“Hi,” you extend your hand to Steve’s, his engulfing yours. “I’m y/n.”
“Nice to meet you, y/n,” blue eyes stare into yours. Something about his gaze makes your stomach flip. 
You shake Sam’s hand next. He grins at you, “looks like our boy Bucky really scored. You look amazing, by the way.”
Your cheeks burn at that, and you’re so focused on his words that you don’t notice the way Bucky scoffs at Sam’s antics. Him and Nat have a side conversation while you talk to the other two. 
“Can I get you a drink?” Steve offers, eyes twinkling. 
“That would be great, thank you!”
Sam chats you up while you wait for Steve to return. You shoot the occasional glance at Bucky, whose eyes never leave you. Sam asks about where you’re from and how you ended up in New York, and Bucky takes that as opportunity to come next to you and wrap an arm around your shoulders. 
The contact makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, but you know it’s not completely innocent. Bucky is clearly annoyed that his friends have already stolen you away. Before anything can happen, though, Steve is retuning with your drink. 
“Aw, thank you!” You beam at the man, “you guys don’t mind if I steal Bucky away, do you?”
“Not at all!” Steve seems genuinely happy for his friend. 
Sam seems less happy, but accepts it regardless. 
You shrug his arm off your shoulders and snatch up his hand instead, dragging him to the snack table. “So,” you grab a chocolate covered pretzel, “they seem nice.”
“Steve is.”
You laugh, “but not Sam?”
“He’s a bit of a flirt,” he says, “he gets on my nerves, too.”
“Aw, were you jealous?” You poke at his ribs. 
“No—he’s just…annoying.”
You stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “well, there’s nothing to be annoyed about. You’re my date for the night, so how’s about introducing me to the man himself?”
His cheeks burn red at the contact. “Aye aye, Captain.”
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haflacky · 1 year
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Wakanda at sunset 🌅
Full nsfvv version on my Patreon
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shortamarble · 2 years
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bucky, unhinged: change is inedible
sam: don't you mean inevitable?
bucky, spitting out coins: no, I did not.
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It’s the same pic!!!!!!!
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