#tfawts fanfiction
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Trust (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Summary: You notice it during a quiet evening spent with Bucky and then it won't leave your head again. Bucky is afraid of touching you with his vibranium arm, going out of his way to avoid doing so. You take it upon yourself to try and show him that he doesn't have to worry that you're not afraid, and that you trust him completely. (Gender Neutral Reader)
Word Count: 6,092
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Mild Discussions of Past Traumatic Events, Mild Violence and Mentions of Fighting, No Y/N, Petnames (Doll, Love), Non-Graphic Smut Scene (To avoid it skip from "It was three days later" and continue at "You moved your hands", so skip the first paragraph there. Please do not read it and instead skip it if you are not 18+/ Skip it if you are a Minor)
Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51380476
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The first time you noticed it, was during a stormy night which you had spent curled up in your bed with Bucky, reading a book while he was lying by your side, his head on your chest and his right arm looped around your waist. Eventually, you decided to turn down for the night, and seeing as Bucky had not moved for the past hour or so, you were careful as you put your book down and turned off the light, assuming that he had fallen asleep. But as you gingerly shimmied down on the bed he looked up at you and you gave him an apologetic look, thinking you’d woken him up.
“Sorry, Bucky, I just wanted to lie down so we can turn in for the night.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his head as you settled on your pillow. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“You didn’t, Sweetheart. I was about to drift off.”
“You could have if you were tired, Love. I wouldn’t have minded.” You soothed, lips moving down to his cheek. “Why didn’t you?”
“Better safe than sorry.” He sat up and you watched as he reached up to detach his vibranium arm before putting it down close to the bed and lying back down next to you. “Now we can finally settle down.”
His words made you still in your movements, a terrible suspicion dawning on you that painted a lot of his previous actions in a completely different light. Bucky usually preferred to hold your hand with his right one and always had you sit by that side. During intimate moments he never touched you with his left hand and solely used it for keeping his balance. Every time you shared a bed he detached his arm before settling down. You had always assumed that it was simply more comfortable to sleep without the metal arm weighing him down and had it not been for his words you would have continued to think so but now you knew that this was not the only reason.
Bucky was afraid of hurting you with his vibranium arm.
For a few seconds, you mulled over that suspicion, thinking about how to breech the subject, how to assure him that you trusted him not to hurt you, to talk about his fears. But you were at a loss and when Bucky turned halfway back onto his stomach, head settling on your shoulder and face buried at your neck as his right arm looped around your waist you decided to not speak up about it for now. Bucky was exhausted from a long day and you wanted to offer him the comfort and safety he needed. So you just wrapped your arms around him and buried your nose in his hair.
“Sleep well.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Bucky mumbled back, voice soft as he held onto you tightly. “Sleep well, Sweetheart.”
“With you by my side, I always do.”
Against your skin, you could feel his mouth turn into a smile and despite your worries, you felt grateful that he was at the very least smiling and that he seemed comfortable. But his words still circled your head. Bucky was afraid of hurting you with his metal arm and he was actively going out of his way to keep it away from you. You wanted nothing more than to prove to him that his worries were unfounded but you didn’t know how to go about it -- and even if you did, you knew he wouldn’t believe you.
When the next morning rolled around, waking you with the rays of sun that gently fell in through the curtains and had long since chased the rain away, it only took your thoughts a few seconds to circle back to the previous night. A frown overtook your features as you once more thought about what to do but before you could come up with an idea a hand reached up to gently carass your cheek.
“What’s got you frowning first thing in the morning, Doll?”
You looked down at Bucky and gave him a soft smile. “Nothing important, don’t worry.”
“I wasn’t too heavy, was I? I keep telling you that if me sleeping halfway on top of you is too heavy you have to tell me so I can move.”
“No, that’s really not it, I swear.” You said, chuckling softly as you shook your head. “If anything I like having your weight on me. You’re like my personal weighted blanket.”
Bucky leaned up to kiss your cheek before he slowly sat up and you admired how his body stretched in the warm sunlight, outlining his features. For a moment you allowed yourself to smile at his domestic moment with your partner. But when he reached for his arm to reattach it to where it hooked into his shoulder all the concern from the previous night came back and once more you thought about what to do to ease his worries. You still knew that he would not believe you if you simply told him these things but perhaps it was worth a try to show him that you did not share his worries even in the slightest. So, you decided to make it your mission to prove this to Bucky.
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You tried to show him that you were not scared of his arm just about half an hour later after you had gotten out of the shower and found him making breakfast in the kitchen. Since the two of you had a date at a current exhibition at the local museum planned for the day Bucky was preparing a quick breakfast, cutting some fruit up, and setting the table with all the things he knew you liked. He was currently cutting up an apple into slices when you entered, his back turned to the door, and you quietly made your way toward him before draping yourself across his back though you still made sure to make enough noise so that he would hear you approach and wouldn’t be startled.
“Thank you for preparing something to eat.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you moved around and embraced his left arm, leaning your head against the metallic shoulder of it. “What do you say? Should we bring lunch with us or should we try to find a place to eat while we’re out?”
Bucky froze a little as you leaned into his vibranium arm and quickly turned around, leaning against the counter, subtly but effectively turning the arm away from you with his right side now facing you. “I say we go find something while we’re out.”
“Are you looking forward to the exhibition?” You asked with a smile, trying to ignore his actions so as to not make him uncomfortable. “I know you’ve been very interested in space travel lately.”
“Can you blame me?” Bucky joked, returning your smile. “I recently learned about how much further we have come in terms of space travel in the last decades. It’s really amazing, I have to say.”
“I’m not blaming you at all. I’m really interested in it, too, and I think your interest in science is really charming.” With another small kiss on his cheek, you moved away to sit down at the table. “Your excitement about it is quite frankly adorable.”
“Adorable?” Bucky chuckled as he sat down opposite you. “I am far from adorable.”
“I’d beg to differ. When you smile in amazement at a piece in the museum or your eyes light up when you get to listen to someone’s stories of space travel you’re so sweet that I can barely handle it.”
“What can I say? I’ve always been interested in science, even back in the fourties.” Bucky smiled softly as he began to eat. “Steve and I would go to science fairs, exhibitions, and museums all the time.”
“Tell me more about that, please.”
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You hoped the museum would give you more opportunities to show Bucky that you were not afraid of his vibranium arm, planning on trying to hold his left hand or onto his arm. Unfortunately, you found that you never got the right opportunity to hold onto his arm because you never stood in one spot long enough to cuddle up to him and you never had the chance to hold his left hand because he kept the guide to the exhibition clutched in that one. You resigned to try again later and simply enjoyed your date with your boyfriend, smiling at his excitement and interest, reading all the informational signs, and looking out for the things you had encountered on the few space missions you had been on.
“Can you believe we’ve been in one of these before in actual space?” Bucky asked as you made your way through the recreated interior of a space ship and you knew that he was referring to your latest mission where the two of you had set out on a spaceship to an old abandoned space station where you had been getting important documents from. “It’s amazing when you think of it.”
“What a coincidence. I had the exact same thought just a few seconds ago.” You grinned as you turned to him. “It always seems unbelievable to me.”
“I honestly find it hard to believe, too, but I have encountered many unbelievable things in the past few years.” Bucky mused with a small smile, looking back at you. “Want to continue on? The next room is a display of our galaxy.”
“Let’s go.”
The two of you entered the next room, a big hall that had holograms of all the planets in the known galaxy projected above the visitors who were able to circle the model of the sun placed in the middle of the exhibit on a metal walkway. You and Bucky walked on the metal walkway, looking at the display, stopping next to the hologram of Earth and looking up as the voiceover talked about the newly discovered planets in the galaxy. Gingerly you reached out to grab Bucky’s left hand, squeezing it with yours as you leaned into his side a little.
As soon as your fingers closed around his, Bucky pulled his hand back and rounded your body. You watched his movements with a small frown but you couldn’t help but smile softly as he held out his right hand to you, flexing his finger in invitation and you took his hand, holding it tightly as you once more leaned into his side, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. But Bucky seemed to have caught your frown because he sighed softly, keeping his eyes firmly on the exhibit as he spoke.
“Sorry, Sweetheart.” He whispered. “I’d rather you hold my flesh hand.”
“There’s nothing to apologise for.” You said softly, deciding against speaking up on his worries so as to not ruin the date for him. “I simply want you to be comfortable.”
Bucky was quiet for a few seconds before he changed the topic. “Do you like the exhibition? I think it’s really interesting to learn about all the ways space travel has changed and hear about the new planets we’ve made contact with.”
“It really is.” You agreed, going with his change in topic and offering him a playful smile. “And I enjoy seeing you so invested and excited about something. You can be such a nerd and I love it.”
“And you’re any better?” He teased right back, giving you a sly smirk. “You’ve read every informational sign there was to read.”
“I’ve never said I wasn’t just as big of a nerd.” You chuckled, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “That’s why we get along so well.”
Bucky smiled and pulled you into a gentle kiss, his right hand settling on the small of your back as he leaned into you. All you could do was reciprocate, your eyes fluttering shut just as his did. He pulled back all too soon but he kept his forehead leaning against yours as he sighed softly. “I love you so much.”
“I love you just as much.”
---
It was three days later that you noticed how big Bucky’s concerns were once more. He still took his arm off when you slept in bed with him and avoided having you hold his left hand every time but you really saw his fears when the two of you shared an intimate moment. You were in Bucky’s lap, his right hand on your hip, guiding your movements. His face was buried at your neck, nipping and kissing the flesh there as you held onto him. His hand tightened on your hip and the metal one clenched the headboard behind him.
You moved your hands from his shoulders, intending on trailing them down his body but as you took them off him you lost your balance and tipped backward. Bucky reacted quickly and brought his left hand around you to catch your fall, holding you up by your upper back, stopping his previous movements, and looking at you in worry. Tipping backwards so suddenly startled you and you gasped in surprise. And just as you did Bucky froze, eyes going wide in what you could only describe as horrified guilt as he pulled away his left hand, switching it with his right to pull you back into a sitting position.
When he was sure you wouldn’t lose your balance again he pulled back all together, gently coaxing you off him and physically withdrawing from you, face scrunching up in concern. You got to your knees, getting closer to him again, feeling worry rise in you at his actions. While you knew he held back from touching you with his metal arm this extreme of a reaction to accidentally touching you with it was concerning. But before you could speak he did.
“I am so sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“I am so sorry that I hurt you.” Bucky explained quickly, getting to his knees and placing his right hand on your shoulder to turn your upper body around so he could see your back. “All I could think of was not letting you fall. I didn’t think this through and I-- I caught you with the vibranium arm and-- and now I’ve hurt you.”
You were quick to get onto your knees and bring your hands to his shoulders, making him look at you. “Bucky, I’m fine, I swear. You didn’t hurt me at all, I promise.”
“But you gasped. It sounded like I hurt you when I caught you.”
“Bucky, you didn’t hurt me.” You assured him, looking at him in earnest. “I gasped because I was surprised at falling. If anything, you caught me and probably stopped me from actually getting hurt. You did not hurt me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” You assured him and leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “You could never hurt me.”
Bucky opened his mouth but then closed it again, deciding to remain quiet and instead simply drew you close to him, bringing his right arm up to hold you sightly. You had a suspicion about what he had been planning to say but you said nothing and simply wrapped your arms around him, climbing into his lap to cradle his head to your shoulder and Bucky took a deep breath before he spoke again.
“Can we simply cuddle tonight?”
“Of course, we can.”
“I’m sorry for ruining--”
“I’m not even going to let you finish that sentence.” You interrupted, keeping your voice gentle. “You haven’t ruined anything and you could never ruin anything by not wanting to sleep with me or needing to stop in the middle of sex. Do you understand?”
He nodded against your shoulder. “I understand.”
“How about we cuddle up under the blankets and simply watch a movie?”
“Depends.” Bucky drew back to give you a playful smile and that was enough to ease your worries a little bit. “Will there be popcorn?”
“Of course.”
---
Bucky’s terrified reaction to thinking he had accidentally hurt you didn’t leave your mind for days. You made sure to assure him that you felt absolutely safe with him and eventually he started to relax again. Your routine continued as usual until, after a small mission, Sam came over for a visit to celebrate everyone’s safe return. The three of you had eventually ended up watching a movie on your sofa after dinner -- one that Sam had suggested because Bucky hadn’t seen it, yet.
As the movie went on you inched closer to Bucky, wanting to be close to him after a rather hard mission. So while he was engrossed by the movie you reached out to lift his left arm up and put it around your shoulders. It took Bucky a few seconds to react and he moved his arm away from you, resting it on the back of the sofa before looking at you.
“Would you mind switching sides with Sam?” Bucky asked softly, a frown on his face as he looked at you. “Then I can hold you all evening, Doll.”
You looked at him for a second, worry overtaking you as you once more saw how worried he was about touching you with his vibranium arm. “I don’t mind staying on your left, Love.”
“Sweetheart, I’d be more comfortable if you moved to my right side.” Bucky explained quietly before turning to Sam. “You wouldn’t mind switching sides, right?”
Sam’s worried eyes locked with yours for a second before he looked back at Bucky. “Of course not.”
With that, he stood and the two of you switched sides, Sam on Bucky’s left now and you on his right. Bucky extended his right arm and you gave him a soft smile before leaning into him, embracing him as he pulled you close to his side. The three of you continued to watch the movie but all you could think about was how worried Bucky still was about touching you with his metal arm and wondering how you could prove to him that he didn’t have to be. When the move was over and Bucky left to put the dishes away you couldn’t help but speak to Sam about it, wanting to hear someone else’s thoughts on this whole situation.
“How do I help him with that?”
“With the dishes?”
“No.” You rolled your eyes a little, annoyed by him not immediately understanding the issue but also somewhat understanding the miscommunication. “I mean how do I help him with how scared he is to touch me with his metal arm? It seems like he’s scared to hurt me with it.”
Sam looked at the door to the kitchen before nodding. “Now that you say it he really seems a little concerned about it.”
“He is more than a little concerned, Sam.” You said, sounding more worried by the second. “He keeps me exclusively to his right side, he won’t touch me with his left hand and he panics whenever he accidentally does so.”
“Really?”
“Last week he caught me with his left arm and went into a downright panic, apologising for hurting me multiple times.” You recounted the event that was still present in your mind before sighing. “I really want to help him see that I am not afraid of him hurting me and that I trust him completely but I don’t know how. Do I just tell him? Do I show him? How do I show him?”
Sam thought for a few seconds before sighing softly. “I would continue doing what you’re already doing -- telling him you don’t mind him touching you with it, showing him that you trust him and just reassuring him when he overthinks.”
“You think that will be enough?”
“He’s made such great progress and you helped him with that. I can’t remember the last time he was so relaxed and smiling so much.” Sam reassured you with a soft smile. “You help him a lot.”
“I just worry about him.”
“I think that he’s spent so long thinking of his arm as nothing but a weapon -- even after he got the vibranium one -- that it will simply take him some time to realise that it’s not inherently dangerous.”
His words got you thinking for a few seconds before you nodded. “That actually makes a lot of sense.”
“Of course, you should respect it if he feels more comfortable not touching you with his left arm, but you could always simply talk to him. If you think bringing this up will help, then sit down with him, tell him that you feel absolutely safe with him, and reassure him.”
“Thank you, Sam.”
“Anytime.”
“What are you two talking about?” Bucky asked as he walked back into the room, chuckling a little as you and Sam turned around in perfect unison. “That synchronised head turn is pretty creepy, you know?”
“Should we stand at the end of a hallway like the twins in The Shining?”
Bucky gave you a questioning look. “I don’t think I’ve seen that movie before.”
“We could watch it right now.” Sam exclaimed before smiling a little as he came up with a quick excuse as to what you two had been talking about. “We were actually just wondering what movie to watch next.”
“Then let’s watch that movie.” Bucky said and sat back down, pulling you close to him. “It’s a horror movie, I assume from context, right? Won’t it scare you, Doll?”
You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Horror movies don’t scare me. Besides, they are nothing compared to the bad guys we fight on a daily basis.”
“Will you get scared?” Sam grinned at Bucky, giving him a teasing look. “If you end up scared in your partner’s lap, I will laugh at you. I hope you know that.”
“I don’t get scared that easily.”
“We shall see.”
---
After your talk with Sam and deciding you should speak to Bucky about his fears, you waited for the right time to do so but when it never seemed like the appropriate moment, you sat down next to him on the bed one quiet evening. The slight drizzle outside had forced you to stay in that day and Bucky was reading on the bed when you came inside. He looked up from his book to give you a small smile but when he saw your serious expression he put it down and sat up properly.
“Love, what’s wrong?”
“Can I talk to you?”
“You can talk to me about literally anything.”
You nodded and sat down on the bed next to him. “I’m gonna say it straight out because I don’t want to beat around the bush and honestly, I’m unsure of how to approach this subject. I realised that you are worried or afraid to touch me with your vibranium arm and I need you to know that I am not scared of it or worried you’ll hurt me with it.”
Bucky looked at you for almost a full minute before he seemed to have concluded what to say. “Doll, I really appreciate you telling me that you’re not afraid of-- of my arm and that you’re speaking up on this because you worry about me but I-- I know how strong and destructive this arm is. It was built as a weapon.”
“But it no longer is. You use it to help people, to protect them. I just-- I mean, just on the last mission we were on you saved a whole elevator full of innocent civilians by holding it up until they could be evacuated.” You tried to reason. “I know it’s hard for you to believe and I understand that.”
“It’s hard to realise that. I know that I help innocent people and I know that what happened to me wasn’t my fault, trust me. After everything that happened, I’ve learned that.” Bucky said before sighing deeply, taking your hand into his right one. “But that doesn’t change the fact that objectively speaking the arm was designed to be a weapon, that it’s capable of terrible things and could hurt you even if I don’t want to.”
“Anyone is capable of hurting people, metal arm or not, James.”
“It was designed as a weapon.” Bucky repeated and you realised how mentally caught up he was on that fact. “A gun is still dangerous even if it’s not inherently bad.”
You were quiet for a second, gaze dropping to his vibranium arm. “The arm you have now wasn’t designed as a weapon, though. You got it in Wakanda, not at a Hydra base. The scientists there gave it to you because they trust you not to hurt anyone.”
“Yet they put in a mechanism that allowed them to detach it with the press of a button.” Bucky said, eyes dropping and tearing up just slightly. “And I don’t blame them for not trusting me completely.”
“I do.” You said in earnest, squeezing his hand with both of yours. “I trust you blindly, James. Please try to believe me that I trust you completely.”
Bucky looked up at that, teary eyes meeting yours before he pulled his hand away to wrap around your shoulders and pull you into a tight embrace, burying his face at your shoulder. You quickly hugged him back, bringing a hand up to cradle his head.
“Thank you, Love. Your trust means the world to me.” Bucky whispered into your shoulder, voice tight with emotions. “But I still know that the arm could potentially harm you and I mean-- I would feel better if I weren’t touching you with it.”
“That’s alright.” You said softly, holding him tightly. “Whatever you need is alright. I just noticed how scared you were and I wanted you to know that I trust you.”
“Thank you.”
---
A new mission coming along shoved all your remaining worries to the back of your mind. Now infiltrating a base of previous HYDRA agents to retrieve secret files was not an easy task but you and Bucky had encountered hurdles far bigger and together you had always managed to overcome them. It took a while but eventually, you two were rushing to your getaway car, dodging bullets from the former agents while you kept the files safely clutched against your chest.
Bucky threw open the car door and got inside while you slid across the hood of it to get to the passenger side. Once you were inside, he hit the gas and took off, tires screeching against the concrete and you gripped the back of the seat to keep yourself steady as he swerved around a building to get away from the abandoned warehouse the former agents had holed up in. As you buckled up he turned to you for a second.
“You okay, Doll? No injuries?”
“I’m fine. How about you?”
“Me, too. Let’s get out of here.”
But before you could there was a loud bang from underneath the car and before you knew what was happening the vehicle flipped over. Everything went by in a blur. The car landed on the roof and when you opened your eyes again you found yourself hanging upside down from your seat. Bucky unbuckled himself and was at your side in an instant, worry etched on his face.
“Are you alright?”
“Mostly fine. What happened?”
“I think they threw a bomb underneath the car. I know I did it once back under HYDRA’s control and the whole car flipped over like ours did.”
You were about to answer when a shot was fired at the car and pierced through the back window before the bullet lodged itself in the back of your seat’s fabric. Bucky pulled out his gun and you tried to free yourself from the seatbelt just to realise that its mechanism had been damaged in the crash, leaving you unable to unbuckle it. Anything you could have used to cut yourself free was out of reach and so was your gun. Panic rose in you as you turned to look out the window to find one of the agents approaching your getaway car with a rifle in their hand.
They aimed at your head and fired. Fully expecting to be hit you turned your head away, not able to move much due to the seat belt still holding you relatively in place. You knew that even if you moved your upper body, the agent would still be able to hit you if they just slightly readjusted their aim, so you closed your eyes in anticipation. Then suddenly a metallic clang echoed through the car and when you looked back toward the window you found your sight obstructed by Bucky’s vibranium arm.
He had blocked the bullet with it. He had saved your life.
Then he fired at the agent that had shot at you, sending them to the floor. Quickly, he used the vibranium arm to yank your seatbelt from where it was fastened to the car and free you. Once out from your confinement, you grabbed your gun and helped him shoot at the agents to take them out.
And soon enough, all of them were down just in time for your backup to arrive. Both of you were quickly helped into the other car and then you were off on your way, Bucky sitting next to you in the back of the SHIELD van. When the van had started driving off and you two knew you were safe, Bucky turned to you.
“Are you injured, Love? They didn’t hit you, did they?”
“No, they didn’t.” You said, taking his left hand into yours and before he could pull it back you shook your head, speaking up again. “You saved me. You say the arm was designed as a weapon but today it saved my life.”
Bucky looked at you for what felt like forever but was realistically not more than about a minute before his vibranium hand squeezed around yours, eliciting a small smile from you. He was slowly realising that his arm was more than a weapon and seeing that it had the potential to protect the ones he loved. You knew that holding your hand was a small step forward but it still meant moving in the right direction.
“Thank you for saving my life, James.”
“I would always save you. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
---
A few hours later found you and Bucky at your place, reclining on your bed and watching a movie on your laptop. Bucky was still working off his list of things he had missed, the idea having been something he’d picked up from Steve a few years earlier, and this evening you two had decided to watch a movie that he had yet to see. The blanket was draped over the two of you and Bucky’s right hand was settled on your hip, thumb gently rubbing your skin. With the adrenaline of the mission wearing off, Bucky right next to you, and the sun setting outside you felt your eyelids growing heavy. The movements of your left hand that had been running up and down his right arm were faltering now and again. Your head kept drifting onto Bucky’s shoulder before you brought it back up to watch the movie.
But eventually, your exhaustion combined with his gentle ministrations made you drift off, head coming down to rest on his shoulder and body snuggling into his side. Had you not been so exhausted from the fight you would have noticed that your head had fallen onto Bucky’s left shoulder, left hand coming up to wrap around his biceps.
You were awoken a few minutes later by a loud noise coming from the television, immediately followed by Bucky quietly swearing and the volume being turned off. Blinking your eyes open, you turned your head to look up at him and he gave you an apologetic smile.
“Go back to sleep, Doll. I turned the volume down. You can rest.”
With another soft smile you snuggled back up to him, your cheek smushed against the cool vibranium of his left arm and your hand once more holding onto his biceps. It was a few seconds later that you realised you were holding onto his left arm and you tilted your head up to look at Bucky. When he saw your head turning he examined your face, taking in your thoughtful expression.
“What are you thinking about, Doll?”
“I’m leaning against your left arm.” You whispered, running a finger up the biceps of said arm. “Is this really alright for you? As I said, I’m not afraid of you hurting me and I trust you completely, but I know that you don’t really like touching me with it and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“You were right, earlier in the van.” He said softly, eyes flicking to the window so he wouldn’t have to make eye contact. “Had it not been for my vibranium arm, you might not be here right now. And it made me think about all the things you’ve said about the arm beforehand.”
“How so?”
“The arm was meant to be a weapon, the one from Hydra most definitely, and even the one I got in Wakanda had the potential to be used as one. But you were right about it not being used as one anymore, or at least not outside of fighting bad guys.” Bucky concluded, eyes flickering to your face once before focusing back on the window. “It helped me save you and it helped me save many others before.”
“I’m glad you’re starting to see your arm as something other than a weapon.”
Bucky turned back to look at you before resting his cheek against your head. “It’s something that’s been ingrained in my brain for a long time, though, so please give me time, and don’t be upset if I’m ever withdrawing from you or afraid to touch you.”
“I would never be upset with you for that, James. Why would you even think that?”
“Because you always get so sad when I talk negatively about myself or the arm.”
“That’s not because I’m upset with you. I understand that it’s hard to see a part of yourself that others have misused as a weapon as anything but that. When you say things like that it makes me hurt for you.” You explained softly, bringing a hand up to cup the cheek that wasn’t smushed against your head. “And I know you don’t like people pitying you but that’s not what I’m doing. I love you and I hate seeing you in any sort of distress.”
“I’m doing much better now.” Bucky promised quietly. “I mean, I’m far from fine and I still have nightmares and fears and the like, but I’m so much better than I was before and I will get better in the future. So please don’t worry about me too much, Doll.”
“James, take one look at me and tell me that you think I’d be able to not worry about you.” You joked, earning a small laugh from him. “You know me too well for that.”
Smirking a little at your joke, Bucky reached out to turn the movie off and flicked the switch on the bedside lamp. “Still, please try not to be too concerned. You’re helping me an awful lot, I hope you know that.”
“And I hope you know that every step you take in your recovery, no matter how small it might seem, is something you can be proud of. I’m proud of you for how far you’ve come.” You closed your eyes then, cuddling up to him. “And I trust you with all my heart.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. That’s on you for being trustworthy.” You whispered. “But is it physically uncomfortable to keep the arm on while sleeping?”
“No, with the new one, it’s not. The old metal one was heavier and could get uncomfortable but this one is fine.” Bucky said with a smile before kissing your head as you snuggled closer to his side, your head moving to rest on the junction between his vibranium arm and his shoulder, allowing him to wrap his left arm around you. “Thank you for everything, Love. I love you so much.”
“Right back at you, Sweetheart. I love you just as much.”
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Some Bucky barnes appreciation
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Queen - Torres || A "Silhouette" Drabble
FANDOM: MARVEL Universe (Modern AU)
CHARACTER: Joaquin Torres
PAIRING: OC Nicole Shepard + Joaquin Torres
STORYLINE: If flirting is wrong, Joaquin doesn't want to be right.
WARNINGS: Unrequited feelings, alcohol mentioned, adult themes, etc.
Silhouette - H.Z. || Masterlist (18+ MINORS DNI)
@lilisangel 🥺❤
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2016
Nicole Shepard
“Baby, look.” I panned out the camera on my phone to show off this hotel lobby. Zemo had been sitting down with another paperback novel.
“Huh?” Out of nowhere, Torres had answered first and faced me through his dark curls with nearly widened eyes.
“Not you,” I whispered to him. “I’m actually talking about the bookworm sitting a few chairs away.”
“He’s still reading and I already stood up.” Torres dared to flirt, wanting to loop his arm around my shoulder, but stopped himself of course. “Want me to get you a mudslide?”
“No, thank you.” I turned off the camera and put my phone away, crossing both arms as we stood in the lobby. “Go to your room.”
“What if I wanted company?” Joaquin licked his lips, teasing. Such a brat for once.
“No. Helmut’s right there.” I ignored Joaquin and pointed gently towards Zemo, trying not to give ourselves away this time around.
“Fine. Offer still stands, but fine. See you later, Nikki.” Joaquin winked over shoulder just before disappearing to reach the elevator.
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The Captain’s Kid—
E.1: New World Order
The Falcon and The Winter Soldier FanFic
Main Masterlist — TCK Masterlist
Summary: We think of the after-life as a peaceful place. A place where there are no worries. When a girl comes back from the dead, so to speak, she has to find a new place in society— which ends up with her becoming a superhero. She’s been trained for the worst, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the things she was going to endure.
Word Count: ≈2k
Warnings: John Walker 🤢, minor cursing
A/N: The bold letters are the German translations
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One Month Earlier…
“Steve represented the best in all of us: courageous, righteous… hopeful. And he mastered posing stoically.” The crowd laughed. Sam was giving a speech in Washington. Alyxandria was standing in the crowd next to James Rhodes. They were both in uniform.
“The world has been forever changed,” he continued. “A few months ago, billions of people reappeared after five years away, sending the world into turmoil. We need new heroes. One suited for the times we’re in. Symbols are nothing without the women and men who give them meaning. And this thing…” he picked up the shield, “I don’t know if there’s ever been a greater symbol. But, it’s more about the man who propped it up, and he’s gone. So, today, we honor Steve’s legacy, but also we look to the future.”
Sam turned his head to look at the poster behind him, which was Steve Rogers in the Captain America uniform. He spoke again, “Thank you, Captain America, but this belongs to you.” The crowd clapped. Alyxandria knew what was coming, and she wasn’t ready. She looked over to Rhodes; he knew it, too. Sam gave the shield to some guy with white gloves on and he took it and carefully placed it into a glass case to put it on display, with the help of another woman. And then they closed it.
Well, shit, Sam, she thought to herself.
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“Ok, ok. I crossed a name off of my list of amends yesterday. Don’t worry, I used all your three rules. Senator Atwood; she was a HYDRA pawn for years. Helped her get into office when I was the Winter Soldier. And after HYDRA disbanded, she continued to abuse the power I gave her.”
“So, rule number one, you can’t do anything illegal.”
“All I did was give some intel to the aide to convict her, and I wasn’t involved in anything else.”
“Rule number two?”
“What was rule number two?”
“Nobody gets hurt. It’s a big one.”
“Then why isn’t it rule number one? I didn’t hurt anybody… I promise.”
“And what about rule number three?”
No answer came from Bucky. He was lost in his thoughts.
“The whole point of making amends is to fulfill rule number three.”
“You know, you’re a cynic, doc. Of course, I completed rule number three: I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James Bucky Barnes, and you are part of my efforts to make amends.” He finished with a smile.
“So, you did it all right, but it didn’t help with the nightmares,” Christina Raynor, James’ therapist, said.
“We’ll, like I said, I didn’t have any.” Doctor Raynor had an unsure look on her face.
“Look,” she started. “One day, you’re gonna have to open up and understand that some people really do want to help you, and that they can be trusted.”
“I trust people,” James whispered.
“Yeah? Give me your phone.” James pulled out a burner phone and gave it to Raynor. She started going through it and said, “You don’t have 10 phone numbers on this thing. Oh, and you’ve been ignoring the texts from Sam and Alyxandria— no, no, you texted her once. You said you were busy. Look, you’ve gotta nurture friendships. I am the only person you have called all week. That is so sad,” she said with finality and closed the phone, making a loud noise, and threw it back to him. “You’re alone. You’re a hundred years old. You have no history, no family-“
“Are you lashing out at me, doc?” James interrupted. He knew she was right, he just didn’t want to admit it.
“You’ve stopped fighting, James. What do you want?” Raynor asked. James stopped and thought about it for a few seconds before responding with, “Peace.”
“That is utter bullshit,” Raynor argued.
“You’re a terrible shrink.”
“I was an excellent soldier, so I saw a lot of dead bodies, and I know how that can shut you down. And if you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell. And, James, it is very hard to escape. Look, I know that you have been through a lot, but you’ve got your mind back, and you are being pardoned. I mean, these are good things. You’re free.”
You’re free.
James knew it, but didn’t feel it. The metal arm will forever be with him— a reminder of his past. Yori’s son was killed by the Winter Soldier, but he didn’t know that it was what happened nor did he know that the Winter Soldier was really a brainwashed James. Nothing made him feel free. He couldn’t say either. Couldn’t let someone in like that. Unfortunately, Yori set him up with the bartender at Izzy’s. He never got her name, though. That date didn’t end well. He ended up leaving after she brought up Yori and his son. James went to York’s apartment to tell him but… he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
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Joaquin Torres was in Switzerland. He was trying to uncover who these so-called “Flag Smashers” were. As far as he knew, they liked the way the world was during the Blip.
He got to the location that all of the Flag Smashers were supposed to meet up at, since he had some sort of app they were using. Torres stood around before going up to a guy who was present and asked, “Do you know what we’re supposed to do?” A whistle was made and everyone stopped what they were doing. The people started moving one way, towards a guy who had a duffel bag full of these masks that he gave out to everyone, including Torres. Everyone put them on when they got a notification.
Run!
A window was smashed and everyone started screaming and running. Two duffel bags full of something were thrown, and then a guy jumped out of the window. He picked up the bags and started walking. The police showed up and were there to arrest him. The guy holding the bags held them up with his arms stretched out all the way and two people ran up to him and grabbed the duffel bags out of his hands. An officer ran up to Torres and said, “You are under arrest!” but Torres shook him off and knocked him to the ground saying, “He’s getting away!” He turned around and said to the officer, “Sorry, sorry.”
That one guy was still walking and stopped when he saw an ally being attacked by a police officer. So, he kicked the officer, sending him flying into a pole. That’s when Torres ran up to him.
“Hey, hey, hey!” He screamed. He pulled out his gun and held the guy at gunpoint. “I don’t know how jurisdiction works here, but I’mma have to place you under arrest.” However, before Torres could do anything, the guy grabbed his arm and twisted it, making Joaquin yell in pain. He grabbed the gun, lifted Joaquin up, and threw him on the ground, leaving him groaning. Joaquin looked up, and the last thing he saw was a foot to his face, knocking him out and leaving him on the concrete. The guy just walked away.
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“Alyxandria Rogers?” She turned her head. There was a woman standing there, holding a clipboard. Alyxandria got up and walked over to her. The woman walked her to where she was supposed to go:
The Oval Office.
The president wanted to discuss something with her. What was, well, Alyxandria didn’t know. She hoped that it wasn’t anything too bad…
The woman opened the door saying, “Mr. President, Ms. Rogers is here.” He got up from his desk and walked over to Alyxandria. The woman shut the door after Alyx walked in all the way. She saluted him, him being the president and all.
“At ease, Lieutenant,” he said. She lowered her hand and put both of her hands behind her back instead. “Thank you for coming, I know it was on short notice. I have a question for you.”
“Is everything okay, sir?”
“Yes, yes. As you know, Sam Wilson has recently given up the shield. Like he said in his speech, we need new heroes.” Alyx was confused but continued to listen. “America needs someone who can be a reminder of what we are.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. President, but I’m confused. Where are you getting at,” she asked, taking a small step forward.
“We’re giving the shield to someone else.”
“Excuse me, sir?”
“I know how it sounds, especially to you, but we need this. What I’m asking of you, Alyxandria,— and you can think about this— is to be the one to hand the shield to our new guy. You are Steve Rogers’ daughter, you would be the only other person who I can think of that would be impeccable for this. But, it is up to you. What do you say?”
I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t… it’s wrong. It's wrong.
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“So, this is the leader of the Flag Smashers, huh?” Sam asked Joaquin, who was on a video call. Sam was watching a video Torres sent about the Flag Smashers group.
“Yeah,” Joaquin replied. “Real nice guy.”
“I thought you were supposed to be monitoring them online.” Sam said.
“I was. I did. But, you know, sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty or a broken orbital.”
“You’re lucky that’s all you got. He’s strong.”
“He was. I mean, bro, they went dark as soon as it was all over. But that’s their M.O. We just gotta keep our eyes and ears to the ground till they pop up again.”
“Anything else happen outside the video?”
“Nah, man. My face was in the dirt before I knew what was happening. Why? What are you thinking?” Sam stayed silent for a few moments before he responded, “Nothin’.” Torres looked at him curiously through the phone, knowing what could possibly be going on inside his head.
“Wait. You don’t think he could be a-“ Torres started, but was interrupted.
“Look, I’ll circle back to you. Let’s keep this between me and you, okay?”
“Alright,” Torres replied.
“Oh my god, Sam. You better look at this,” Sarah— Sam’s sister, said frantically, running in the room to turn on the TV. Sam hung up with Torres and closed the tab that was open on the computer. He turned around to see what was going on… and he couldn’t believe it.
“Unrest, in the wake of recent events, has left us vulnerable,” a man on the TV said. “Every day American feel it. While we love heroes who put their lives on the line to defend Earth, we also need a hero to defend this country. We need a real person who embodies America’s greatest values.”
That would be my father, Alyxandria thought to herself. She was standing near the front of the podium. The shield was right next to her in a case. Her heart was beating like crazy. Something doesn’t feel right about this…
“We need someone,” the man continued, “to inspire us again. Someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So, on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America!” Everyone in the audience started clapping and cheering. A man walked out from behind the doors. He was in the Captain America costume, running down the stairs. He waved to the crowd for a second, when the man who had been talking shook his hand and gestured for him to go over to Alyxandria. So, he walked over to Alyx and stood in front of her with a wide smile. She unzipped the case and slowly pulled out the shield. She carefully held the shield out to this new guy and he gracefully accepted it. She saluted the man, and he too. He then walked to the front of the podium and stood there, proud of himself.
Alyxandria knew how Sam and Bucky’s faces might look right now. She knew they were going to kill her. She knew they’d think her crazy.
In all honesty, Alyx thought that she herself was crazy.
What have I done? Giving up my father’s legacy? This isn’t my place. This is wrong.
Oh, if only she knew…
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Ahhh so cuteee 😖
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Movie Night Mornings
Bucky Barnes x f!Reader
Warnings: None, its just fluff, not really I mean its a little spicy at the end, but very little, it's mostly just fluff.
Summary: Bucky and (Y/N)'s movie nights always end with an eventful breakfast.
A/N: I hope you guys like this and had a good day :) 💖💖💖 Its my first Bucky fic and I hope it turned out nice and that it made you feel better 💖💖💖
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Bucky pressed a finger against the shiny, golden button along the side of the door, the cheery chime echoing through the house in front of him. He tapped his foot against the concrete step rapidly as he waited for the woman to answer, clutching the bouquet of flowers, an arrangement of roses, peonies and babies-breath, tightly in his arm, glancing through the sheer curtains at the window every now and then.
Hearing footsteps growing louder, he found that his stance relaxed, moving closer as the pristine white door opened with a resonating click, revealing his (Y/N), ringing her hair out with a large towel, the wet strands dripping water onto her hardwood floors. The edges of her lips upturned into a soft smile as she spotted him, catching him for a hug as he walked in, leaning up on the tips of her toes to place a tender kiss on his cheek, causing a bashful grin to spread across his face. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her in place, causing her to giggle a little, as he whispered, "You missed Doll", tilting his head down to connect their lips, to which she responded immediately, interlocking her hands behind his neck, still clutching the towel, dampening the back of his shirt. Breaking the kiss, she reached out taking the flowers from his hand, sending him a giddy smile, "I assume these are for me ?", bringing them up to inhale the sweet scent, eyes shutting as she hummed in pleasure, before fixating her gaze on him again, "They're lovely".
Making his way to the living room, quite comfortable in the space, having dated her for 3 years now, he plopped onto the surface with a quiet thump, squashing her army of throw pillows under his weight, reaching out to grab the television remote, aimlessly flipping through the various channels, the glowing screen painting his face different shades of blue, green, red and yellow, more so to pass the time as he waited for her.
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Feeling the couch sink in next to him, he turned to find her snuggling up next to his side, grabbing his free hand, lacing her fingers with his, the smooth metal bringing a coolness to her skin that she had learnt to love, as she pulled it up, pecking the back of his palm gently, before resting their interlocked hands in her lap, next to the giant, stainless steel bowl of salty, buttery popcorn. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at the bowl in her hand, "Doll, did you really need that big a bowl of popcorn today ?", trying hard to stifle the laughter that was growing in his throat, as she turned to him with a jokingly annoyed look on her face. She responded pointedly, "Baby, you're the one that wanted to watch all the Lord of The Rings movies in one night", waving her free hand in the air dramatically, "Plus I get cranky when I don't get snacks, so if anything this is here more for your benefit than mine", chewing the inside of her cheek, to stop herself from breaking character. Rolling his eyes lovingly at the woman, he sighed defeatedly, "Whatever you say (Y/N)", using a hand to scoop a mouthful of the crunchy food into his mouth, leaving trails of the warm, salty butter along the crevices of his skin, "As long as you share".
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An hour into the second movie, he tore his eyes away from the bright screen, boisterous shouts mixed with the clanging of swords against each other suddenly seemed less important as the sound of soft snores from his side drifted into his ears. Turning his head to the body next to him, he found her with her eyes shut, hand draped across his knee, mouth agape as a small trail of drool stained his shoulder, the sight making him chuckle quietly to himself. Shaking his head, he carefully lowered her onto her side, so that she lay on his lap, her body reacting instantly, curling her arms around his waist, humming in content, as he spread a brightly-colored, fuzzy blanket around her.
Attempting to turn his attention back onto the flashing screen, most likely missing key plot points with each minute that passed by, he couldn't help but find himself captivated by her, knowing that even in her sleep, she had him wrapped around her finger. He tenderly pushed away the strands of hair that blocked her face, making her stir for a few seconds, pouting unconsciously, before nestling closer towards him, admiring the way her locks fanned out around her head, a tangled mess of knots, frizzing out from the humidity in the air. Cupping her cheek, he gently stroked her warm, smooth skin, alarmed and amazed at how delicate it was, before focusing on the movie again, for fear of embarrassment if she woke up, the familiar heat of a blush already creeping up along the side of his neck at the thought of it.
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Sunlight streamed through the misty windows, making (Y/N) stir slightly, digging her face deeper into her pillow, shifting her body to lie in the opposite direction, only to land with a thump on the wooden panels of her floor, with an almost silent thump. Groaning, she pushed herself to sit up, rubbing her back comfortingly, now very much so awake, sending a furious glare toward her couch. Noticing the other figure on the soft, plush stretch, she rubbed her eyes, focusing on the man who was still in deep slumber, hands draped over the narrow, empty space next to him, which she assumed was where she was, before her awkward awakening. His features were relaxed, mouth slightly parted, almost silent snores filling the small space with each breath he took, making her heart swell with love. Reaching out for her phone on the crumb-covered surface of the chipped coffee table, she tapped at the screen expertly, promptly bringing up the camera app, snapping a picture of the sleeping man, smiling lovingly at it as she pushed herself up from the floor, making her way to the kitchen.
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The refreshing smell of coffee wafted through the air, gently caressing Bucky out of the deep slumber he was in, eyes fluttering open, grabbing aimlessly at the empty space next to him, causing him to jerk awake in shock. Pausing for a moment to recollect his thoughts, he pulled off the fuzzy blanket, letting the material pool at the foot of the couch, rubbing his eyes to help remove the sleep.
After a few minutes, he sighed planting his feet on the ground, letting his nose guide him to the kitchen, leaning on the side of the wall, he admired the woman who swayed ungracefully along to the sizzling of eggs in the cared iron-cast pan that stood on the oven. He couldn’t help but chuckle, as she wiggled around like an uncoordinated octopus, reflexively running forward to catch her, securely gripping her waist, steadying her before she could’ve fallen on the hard tiled kitchen floors.
Confident smirk plastered on his face, he tugged her up to meet him, closing the small gap between their bodies, laughing softly as she stared at him with wide eyes of surprise, "Well, I guess you're falling for me again Doll", her cheeks tinted a light shade of bashful crimson. She stared at him for a few moments, biting down roughly on her bottom lip, trying and quickly failing, to prevent the giggle in her throat from escaping, "I can't believe you used that line", gripping her sides tightly to prevent herself from falling over again.
Letting go of her now steady frame, he exasperatedly threw his hands to his sides, lips curling down into a pout as he whined, "Come on (Y/N), it wasn't that bad", before interlocking their hands, swinging them around playfully in the air.
Turning to the ceiling, she blinked rapidly urging the little tears at the edge of her eyes to not fall, knowing that it would only make his protests worse, "It was pretty bad", resting her hands along his torso, so that they're faces were a few inches from each others, "But it wasn't awful", whispering the last part, so that the words were only audible to them. Closing the space between them, lips moving in sync, needy and sweet, making him moan breathlessly as her fingers tangled themselves in his thick locks, tugging gently at them, his hands trailing lower down her back, squeezing affectionately at her waist, causing her to gasp soundlessly, letting his tongue slip in easily.
Breaking the kiss for air, they nestled their noses against each other, relaxing in their hushed pants, the sound of the dinging toaster snapping them back into reality, as she promptly twisted her body way from his to switch the stove off, sliding the scrambled eggs onto the clean, pristine plates next to it. She smiled knowingly, the feeling of his calloused palms on her hips, as he kissed the side of her head lovingly, swaying them around to the inaudible music that played in their minds, "You know you drive me crazy right ?". Laughing, she craned her neck to connect her lips with the sensitive skin of his neck, "I know darling", mirroring his wide grin.
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Soothe
Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: just a little something I wrote after watching the first ep of tfatws and possibly fueling my bucky brainrot, and damn how much i missed marvel :D
Word count: 1082
Warning(s): SFW, just a tiny bit of sad, tfatws spoilers!!
It was almost by the afternoon and you were making your way towards Bucky’s apartment. It has been hard having to cope with the new normal after half of the citizens of the world returned from the Blip and you were one of them.
The thought of disappearing for five years for it to feel like minutes were hell, imagine just disappearing to come back and find out you’ve missed five whole years of your life and everyone seemed to move forward except for you. It still stopped the gears in your head whenever you think about it.
Other than that, you missed your Bucky, you could even remember the scenario when you two were reunited clear as day.
You were running around aimlessly in the facility, trying to find those blue eyes you fell for years ago. Your heart was hammering in your chest like it was about to burst seeing people around you rush to find their loved ones, the ones they left for five years. Occasionally bumping into others, mumbling a quick ‘sorry!’ or ‘excuse me!’
“(Y/N)?”
Until you heard that. Your eyes widened as your lips automatically trembled and felt your knees was about to give in from underneath you. Glassy eyes met blue ones.
You stared into those pair of eyes that belonged to the man you loved the most, with a voice that never failed to send shivers down your spine whenever you hear him speak. The man who was misunderstood and now working to change his life.
“B-bu..” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as your legs automatically maneuvered to run up to him as he did the same. Before you even realized, you jumped into his big strong pair of arms as they hugged you tightly, securely. It felt like home. You were finally home.
You couldn’t stop the tears from running down both of your cheeks as you quickly buried your face in his neck, inhaling the scent you missed. You felt his embrace, squeezing you in his hold. If you could even focus clearly you’d hear both of your hearts hammering against one another’s chest.
You both pulled away from the embrace, looking at your lover and your instincts guided your hands on his face, his hair was still long, in a pony tail now, you inspected his face clearly. You noted how he aged a little, that his eyes looked so tired but he still had that stubble of his, almost exactly like the last time you saw him.
You couldn’t stop the grin from both of your faces to appear. Yet you couldn’t stop yourself any longer and immediately crashed your lips into his.
Bucky quickly reciprocated the action, both of your lips molding together perfectly. You remembered pulling away after a few seconds, meeting Bucky’s eyes again.
“I missed you so damn much.”
You tugged at your sleeves as you let out a breath whilst adjusting the bag of groceries on your hold. You shook your head from the memory and you soon realized you were right in front of his door already. You toyed with the strings of the bag as you shakily raised a hand and knocked slowly.
“Bucky..? Hey, it’s me.” You said. He was still wary from people knocking on his doors as he always expected the other end was a gun held up to his face, but that was the past now. Surely people weren’t out for his head anymore, right?
Silence
You swore you did a couple of knocks and announcing yourself but alas, no one came to the door. Something sparked in your head and were suddenly thankful for the spare key that Bucky gave to you when he first got this apartment.
“James.. I’m letting myself in, okay?”
You slowly inserted the key and twisted. It signaled its unlock in a satisfying ‘pop’ and you slowly swung it open.
The sight before you was not what you expected and that had you entering and closing the door quickly.
Bucky was sat on the floor as he seemed to be zoned out, a thin layer of sweat covering his bare upper half as the latter was covered by his blanket. His vibranium arm resting on his blanket covered knee.
You quickly set the bag of groceries down and carefully approached him, not wanting to surprise him further.
You kneeled slowly, facing him.
“Bucky.. baby.. hey.” Speaking, reaching out a hand that slowly made its way to his shoulder. You felt his muscles tense up but relax after a second.
“I don’t know why it’s still happening.” He suddenly spoke up. You sighed and nodded, wanting to let him continue.
“Every night, it’s still the same, that innocent man that I..” Bucky trailed off, huffing.
Scooting closer, you carefully grabbed his metal hand and his human one and softly squeezing that made him look at you.
You offered a sympathetic smile “Have you been telling it to your therapist?”
He shook his head, you spotted the way he rolled his eyes and let out a dry chuckle. “She’s just going to do the notebook thing again like she always does.”
You sigh, hand reaching up to play with his hair. You were used to your lover’s hair being long but his hair now suited him well.
He seemed to relax upon your touch, leaning his face in the palm of your hand, breathing deeply.
“Hey, come here.” You motioned and pulled him in an embrace. Your hand going up to rub his back in a comforting manner.
“You’ll get through this okay? You’ve been making amendments, right?” You ask and you felt him nod right after.
“(Y/N), thank you for being there.” He spoke, nuzzling his face onto the crook of your neck.
Oh the way you’d do anything to help ease his pain.
You smiled and pulled away, cupping his face as well as stroking his cheeks.
“There’s nothing I’d rather be in than here with you, Bucky.”
You leaned in to give him small, slow pecks on the lips, him relishing it and letting out a hum.
You were going to make sure you’d be there with him until his nightmares die down and he could at least get a full sleep. So you smile up at him and gave a peck on his forehead.
“Take a shower then meet me in the kitchen, I’ll make lunch for the both of us.”
“Possibly hold each other after..?”
“Yes, Bucky, we’ll cuddle after.”
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Pancakes for Dinner - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You have dated Bucky for a couple of years and Bucky is ready to pop the question. But does everything go according to plan?
18+
Word Count: 4,285
Warnings: Fluff, a hint of anxiety, car sex, biting, cream pie, Smut
Author's Note: This was supposed to be fluffy but hey I'm glad it took the turn it did.
Nude Lipstick? Check.
Cute Heals? Already wearing them.
Wearing a dress that hugged your curves perfectly? Yes.
When you and Bucky got together, he promised you that he would take you out on a date at least once a month. It didn’t matter if you were both tired. He always wanted to take you out.
This time it was a bit different. Bucky was taking you to somewhere fancy. When you would ask him about the restaurant, he would simply try to ignore the question.
You were finishing up getting ready when Bucky was leaning on the doorframe staring at how beautiful you looked. He loved seeing you wearing your pajamas with ketchup stains, but whenever you would get ready, his mind would go wild. He had a smile on his face as his eyes were roaming all over your body. You were wearing a beautiful long black velvet dress that was a deep cut on the chest area. Bucky always thought that he was lucky to have you by his side. He was always grateful that you were.
Ring…. Ring…Ring…
Bucky’s phone started to ring. “I’ll be back, Doll. Steve is calling me.”
He goes to the bathroom downstairs and locks himself in it. He wanted to make sure that you were unable to hear his conversation with Steve. Luckily, you were playing music as you were getting ready.
“Buck, are you ready to do this?”
“Yes, I’m ready to ask her” he pauses as he places his hands on his pockets, holding an item. “I have everything planned out. She is going to love it” a small chuckle escapes his mouth as he starts pacing back and forth. “I’m a bit nervous about doing this.”
Steve takes a big breath, loud enough that Bucky was able to hear it through the phone. “There is nothing to be nervous about, Buck. You love her. Just remember all those things that you have told me, that you can’t wait to build a family with her, that you wouldn’t trade anything in this world for her”
Bucky started to breathe heavily as his steps were getting heavier. He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but he wasn’t sure If you wanted to do the same. The thought that your answer was going to be no, scared him.
He completely ignored everything that Steve was telling him. It’s white noise to him. He takes a couple of deep breaths. “I can do this. I have to go, Steve thanks for the pep talk. I’ll let you know when we leave so you and the rest can come to the house.”
Turning on the faucet, he throws cold water towards his face. “you got this, you can do it,” he whispered to himself.
Whenever you would get ready, Bucky would usually stay and watch you. He would compliment you and tell you sweet things to boost up your confidence. He didn’t care if he got a call. He would stay and let you listen in. So, it was odd that he left to talk to Steve about something.
Walking down the stairs, you notice that Bucky was at the bottom with his hand on the railing. Bucky’s eyes were digesting as he looked at you from head to toe. He was speechless. His eyes were sparkly, his mouth was hanging open slightly as he took in your appearance. To him, you were walking in slow motion. You looked so beautiful, he didn’t want to forget this moment.
Once you were at the last few steps of the staircase, Bucky extends his hand towards you. Without a second thought, you place your hand on his hand. “You look so beautiful, Doll.” He had a smile on his face.
Bucky was wearing a tailored black suit with a white shirt underneath, the two first buttons were unbuttoned, and his hair slicked back. Fuck, he looked good. “Babe, are you sure we can’t just stay in tonight and order pizza?” you knit your eyebrows together and push your bottom lip forward, making a pouty face.
“We have to go. The reservation is at 8pm” Bucky rolls his eyes as he gives a brief chuckle. He gets near you and places his metal hand on your waist meanwhile his other hand goes behind your head. He wanted to look at you up close. He wanted to see every little detail on your face. He mainly wanted to admire what was his. “Wait here. I have something to give you before we head out” He leans in to give you a forehead kiss.
Bucky heads to the kitchen to grab your gift. Your mind wonders what he could be talking to Steve about. Before your thoughts could continue, on the corner of your eye, you can see Bucky walking towards you with roses and a sunflower bouquet. Those were your favorite combination of flowers. “Bucky, you didn’t have too” your eyes start to water. You were so grateful to have him in your life.
Placing the bouquet on your arms, “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. This is the first time we ever go out to a fancy place, and I want you to remember this” You get on your toes to give Bucky a kiss on his lips before you both head out.
Bucky held on the side of your dress. He didn’t want the tail of the dress to get dirty. When he opened the car door for you, he helped you by lifting the dress, making sure that it didn’t get trapped on the door.
Hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
On your drive to the restaurant, you shared laughs with stupid jokes you both would make. Every time your favorite song played, you and Bucky would sing your hearts out. You would dance. Meanwhile, Bucky would try to as he was driving.
A couple of minutes later, you were sitting across from Bucky at a very fancy restaurant. It was well decorated, and the ceilings were very tall with so many beautiful chandeliers. The place was dimly lit with a lot of candles.
You watched him look over the menu, and your mind wandered away from the food. You started to wonder when he had time to plan all of this and what was Steve’s call about. He was always with you, and if he wasn’t with you, he was with Steve and Sam. Your eyes were roaming all over him, from his steel-blue eyes to his metal hand. It brought you joy that he finally felt comfortable showing his metal arm in public.
“What is that beautiful mind thinking about?” Bucky asked you, breaking your inner monologue. Most of the time, he can tell what was going on in your mind. But due to him being nervous about what he is going to do later tonight, he couldn’t figure out what was going through your head.
Looking back down to the menu, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just wondering what I should get to eat.” You shrugged. With your index finger, you randomly pointed to something on it “hmm, chicken parmesan sounds good.”
Bucky shakes his head, and a lopsided grin forms on his face. “Ever since the day that I met you, you have never been a good liar,” he winks at you as he takes a drink from his cup of wine. “especially when it comes to lying to me.”
You take a big breath as you sighed “I’m just grateful” you didn’t want to throw any clues that you were suspicious of him. “that you are in my life, Buck.”
Bucky nodded, indicating that he felt the same way towards you. “I am too, doll. I have a feeling that you are a bit confused about why I brought you here. I just thought that it was time for us to go to a real fancy place” He looks up at you with wide eyes and places his hand on top of yours.
He was always thoughtful about the locations he took you. He always wanted to make sure you were comfortable and that you would enjoy being there. “It’s perfect, honey” you turn your hand so you can hold his hand.
He takes a big breath as he relieved his tense shoulders when he heard that you loved being here. “I should have brought you here sooner.”
“yes, you should of,” you said in a teasing voice.
Bucky sets down the menu and stares at you. “Mmm… you should be careful with that teasing,” He prompted you, leaning in towards you from across the table.
You grinned mischievously and leaned in as well, so you were closer to him “or what am I going to get punished later if I continue?” you asked in a low voice.
He had the same look you did as he nodded.
You gently bit your lower lip “oh, you wouldn’t dare,” you said slowly and seductively.
Placing his metal hand on your cheek, “Yeah, let’s see about that,” slowly moving it towards your neck, gently wrapping his metal fingers around it. He winked at you.
You both leaned back as the waiter came back to take your orders.
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Throughout dinner with Bucky, there were shared laughs between the two of you. He would tell you stories about how he and Steve were as kids. How he was tall meanwhile, Steve was short that would always put newspapers on the insides of his shoes to seem taller. You always loved hearing his stories.
"Bucky, I love you" you placed your hand on top of his.
Bucky always had a surprised look on his face whenever he heard you say 'I love you' to him. He never thought that at some point, he would hear those words from another person. His eyes were slowly filling up with tears. "I love you too. I-"
His phone started to ring. It was Steve again. Bucky takes a big breath. "I'll be right back, baby."
Bucky got up as fast as he could. He was heading to the restroom. Watching him walk away in such a hurry made you more suspicious of what he could be doing. You started to overthink about the things that he could be doing. He never acted like this. Your first instinct was to text Wanda and let her know about concerns
8:37 pm Wanda, Bucky has been acting a bit weird all day.
Minutes pass by, Wanda hasn't responded, and Bucky was still on the call with Steve.
8:54 pm Sorry, love, my phone has been acting up. Why do you think he is acting weird?
This was odd. Usually, Wanda would respond to your messages rapidly, but this time it took her time. Why was everyone acting weird?
Bucky was walking back and forth in the restroom. He was lucky that the restroom was only one stall. If not, people would think that he was going crazy. "Steve, is everything ready?" he started to heavily breathe at the thought that things might have to be moved to tomorrow. "Please, just tell me."
“Everything is just fine, give us- Peter, stop throwing rose petals everywhere and just place them on a line on the staircase- yes, Bucky, everything is fine” Steve wanted to sound confident, but everything wasn’t okay. He didn’t want Bucky to panic even more.
Wanda rushed to get Steve’s phone out of his hands. “Bucky, she is suspicious that something might be going on” there was a bit of silence. “Go out there and tell her nothing is going on.”
The fact that you were suspicious of the actions that he was doing threw him off his balance. Bucky’s mind went blank unsure what he needed to do next. He froze into place.
Meanwhile, Bucky was spaced out. Steve was on speaker.
“Peter and Sam put down the fucking rose petals. Stop making a mess. Please, you two can tackle or attack each other later.”
“Bucky, are you still there?”
“See what you guys did. Bucky froze, and he is probably panicking” Steve sounded annoyed with what was going on.
“Cyborg, do you need me to Amazon Prime you a charger for that brain of yours to compute again” Sam yelled loud enough Bucky was able to hear him.
“Can you all just shut up? I should have brought the girls instead of you three bird brains” Wanda sounded frustrated and just wanted the decorating done.
“excuse me, I am-“
Bucky hung up the phone. He couldn’t handle hearing them argue anymore. He needed to calm down before heading back to you. He takes out the box that he had been holding on to for months. He didn’t want to open it. He was just looking at it.
You were scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, any social media platform to distract your brain as you were waiting for Bucky to come back.
“Hey, let’s get out of here” he grabs your hand and pulls you out of your seat. He placed money on the table to pay for both meals and tip the waiter.
You both were speed walking towards the entrance. Every 5 seconds, he would look back at you to see your reaction. You were looking at the ceiling at how beautiful it was. Every chandelier was different. None of them were the same.
“So, where are we going now?” you tilted your head as you gave him a brief smile. With what has been happening all day, nothing can’t surprise you anymore.
“We aren’t going anywhere. We are going for a drive around town.”
As Bucky was driving, you would occasionally lay your head on his shoulder. It was a quiet ride. Every time there would be a red light, he would gently tilt your head towards his direction so he can give you a kiss on the lips.
Looking through the car window’s you notice that Bucky was driving further away from the city. You wondered why, but you didn’t want to ask him questions. You knew that whatever place he was going to take you, it was going to be meaningful.
Turning around to see how far away you both were, you weren’t able to notice the city anymore. There was an occasional light through the drive but not often. Bucky pulls over to a random empty parking lot. He leans in forwards and takes off his jacket, wrapping you around it, so you weren’t cold.
Bucky presses the button to open the sunroof and turns off the car. You started to recline your seat, so you have a better view of the sky. Bucky did the same. He lifts up with his arm so you can lay your head on his chest.
Staring at the night sky. You weren’t able to see nor count the stars due to light pollution. But it didn’t matter to you. All you cared about was spending time with Bucky.
Placing your hand on one of the jacket’s pockets, you felt a rectangular-shaped box. “aha, I found what you have been hi-“ you take the box out of the pocket. Bucky widens his eyes, thinking that you have taken out that one specific box. “oh, it’s just your phone” there was a sound of disappointment in your voice.
“You think I’m hiding something don’t you” he laughs a little.
“You’ve been acting all weird today. Of course, I think you are hiding something” you push your lower lip forward and knit your eyebrows together. You wanted to see if making that face would make Bucky talk.
Bucky places his left hand on your chin tilting your head upwards, so you can see him more clearly. He gently takes a bite of your lip and pulls it towards his direction, closing your lips and his lips together. He pulls away for a moment. “I’m not hiding anything, Doll. I promise.” Slamming his lips back to yours, not giving you a chance to respond back. He slips his tongue into your mouth in a demanding way.
He takes your hair and moves it behind your shoulders. Moving his lips to your cheeks down to your neck. He tilts your head slightly, having full access to your neck as he continues to nibble on it. “Let’s go to the backseat, Bunny,” he whispers into your ear seductively.
You have always liked Bucky’s car, since the backseats had a ton of room. He was quick to help you move to the back seats, and he followed you. The moment you both were in the backseats, his lips were pressed against yours. Meanwhile, his hands were working on the zipper at the back of your dress. The hastiness making it clear that he wanted it off of you as soon as possible.
As soon as the straps were falling off your shoulders, Bucky cups your breast massaging them. You sneak your hands to unbutton his shirt. You started to move your lips towards his neck and grab his shirt pressing your lips against it, leaving lipstick all over the shirt's collar. You gave him a smirk as your hands traveled down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and zipper. Earning a gasp from him when your hand slightly rubbed against his hard length.
Bucky notices that you were struggling, so he moves his hand from your breast to push his pants and underwear lower. He places his hands underneath your dress, pulling it downward, exposing your breasts and your torso to him. Cupping his hands on your ass and massaging them. You took your arms around his neck as you climbed to sit on his lap. "All night, I've been craving to do this to you, Bunny" Bucky smirks as he sneaks his fingers down to your heat, pushing your panties aside. He rubs his fingers against your lips, circling them around your clit a few times before gently taking two of his fingers into you.
You leaned in forwards, placing your lips against Bucky's shoulder, biting his skin as you moaned, trying to be quiet. "fuck, Bucky."
Thrusting his fingers inside of you, he smirked to himself, knowing that he can make you into such a needy mess. He nibbled your earlobe as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and proceeds to lick them as he stares deep into your eyes.
You stroke his cock a couple of times before moving it to your entrance. You let it go in slowly, letting out a quiet moan as you did. You rolled your hips and bounced on his lap in a matter of seconds.
Bucky groaned, his hands moved to your hips, digging his fingers on your skin. Occasionally he would move your hips to control your movements. He threw his head back, closing his eyes. He wanted to feel your walls clenching around his cock and hear your voice moan and occasionally whimper.
When you released a very loud moan, he had known that he had just hit your spot. Causing him to press his lips onto yours, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you tried to control how loud you were being. Bucky swifts your body so that you were now lying down. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he continues to thrust inside of you.
You could hardly stay quiet. Placing your hand on the back of his head, you pull him down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth. Moving his metal thumb playing with your clit. Breaking the kiss, Bucky places his other hand on your mouth, attempting you to be quiet. "Bunny, are you close?" he grunted into your ear. You nodded rapidly as you threw your head backward. "okay, wait for me. I want to cum at the same time as you do." he mumbled against your collarbone. He started to thrust into you sharply, and his fingers this circling against your clit. You moaned loudly against his shoulder, your legs tightening around his waist and your walls clenching down around his cock. Causing you to bit down on your lower lip as you got closer to your climax. With every thrust that he went in deeper, hitting your spot. After a couple more thrusts, you both reach your climax at the same time.
You both knitted your eyebrows as you both moaned together. You two had to catch your breaths and come down from your high. Bucky pulled out of you and immediately went over to grab the tissues to help you clean yourself.
The window of the car was fogged up, and your makeup was running down your face. “Look at my messy bunny” Bucky takes a tissue and tries to help you clean up your makeup.
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Driving home, Bucky completely forgot about the surprise he had for you.
Walking into your house, you see a trail of rose petals from the entrance to the staircase. "Bucky?" you had a confused look on your face.
"Let's go upstairs and take a bath" he forms a smile on his face.
Heading to the bedroom, the trial of roses continued. You simply ignored it but deep down, it made you happy that Bucky planned this when we got home. You grab your pj's and his. Meanwhile, Bucky was preparing a bath. You stared at yourself in front of the mirror. Wow, you were such a mess.
Bucky was lighting up the candles that were in the bathroom and placing them around. When preparing the bath, he makes sure it's at the temperature you like and filled with bubbles. He places the box next to the bathtub making sure that he could reach it when he needed to get it.
As you were heading to the bathroom, that same trail of roses lead to it. Opening the bathroom door, you notice the path ended. You see Bucky surrounded with lit candles and with the scent of roses. You walk up to Bucky, getting on your toes to give him a brief kiss on the lips "was this something you were trying to hide all day?" he nods in agreement "ha, I knew it" you lean on to give him a kiss on his cheek "I love it Bucky."
"I knew you would, Doll. Now turn around. I want to help you put up your hair," turning around, agreeing on letting him put your hair in a ponytail or in a bun. He was always so gentle he didn't want to hurt you, not tug your hair too hard whenever he would do that.
You start to undress, and Bucky does the same. He lowers his body into the bathtub. He takes your hand, helping you lower your body onto the tub.
He wraps his arms around you as you lean onto him. He nibbles on your ear and kisses the back of your head.
You grab a handful of bubbles and try to throw them in his direction. "Hey, you got bubbles on my eye," he complained as he grabs a couple of bubbles and rubs them on your face. You both were uncontrollably laughing.
"Doll, we should play a game" he gently pushes you forwards, exposing your back to him. "You need to guess what I'm trying to say, okay."
You give him a brief nod agreeing that you wanted to play with him.
Bucky takes a big breath as he knows that he is about to ask you, and no matter what your answer was going to be, there is no turning back.
With the fingertips from his right hand, he starts to spell out 'Marry Me.'
"wait, wait, Bucky, spell it again. I'm not sure what that word is"
Once again, he spells out 'Marry Me' against your skin.
You were still unsure of what it was, you shifting your body now being able to face him. "I know this is cheating, but I have to know what you spelled out" you chuckled a little.
"yes, that is cheating, doll" he takes a big breath as a big smile on his face forms. "Will you Marry Me?"
You froze into place, trying to process what he just said. "Do you mean that?" your eyebrows rose, and you had a smile on your face.
"Of course, I mean it" he takes a big gulp before saying anything else, "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to make pancakes at 2 in the morning with you. I- I just want you."
"I-"you lean in forwarding, closing in the gap between you and him. Wrapping your arms around him, you stare at his beautiful ocean blue eyes. You get on top of him, sitting on his lap.
He places his hands around your waist. He was searching all over your face for any hints of you saying yes or no. "so is this is a yes?" his voice got small and a bit shaky.
Leaning in forward to give him a brief kiss, "yes, Bucky. I do want to marry you."
Bucky sighs in relief "you have no idea how relieved I am now" he chucked a little bit.
Placing your hand on his cheek, "you have no idea how happy I am, and I can't wait to have little munchkins with you," you scrunched your nose as you smiled.
He grabs the box that he placed outside of the tub and opens it revealing a stunning heart-shaped diamond with a silver band. Bucky grabs your hand, placing the ring on the fourth finger of your left hand. "I can't wait either, Mrs. Barnes."
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Pleasures Remain, So Does the Pain - Masterlist
Sugar daddy Zemo vibes and his (eventually) two very happy sub babies (the winterbaron is a slow burn build up) are dishing out more angst, drama, and unnecessary emotional heartache than any three humans should ever be allowed.
Completed!
summary: Helmut Zemo was only supposed to be your weekend escape, but your heart just can't play by the rules especially When Zemo's past inevitably catches up with you both in the shape of James Bucky Barnes. Instead of running, your worlds collide and you find love in the arms of not one, but two very, different men.
A story of submission, dominance, discovery and love.
warnings: (18+MINORS DNI) m/f, m/m/f, DOM Zemo, Sub reader, Sub bucky, SSC, HARD punishment, spanking, public sex, controlled orgasms, orgasm denial, oral giving + receiving m/f eventual m/m + m/m/f, sub life, dom life, edging, m/m first time, begging, control, consensual forms of punishment, light shaming, one very intense pair of underwear, a stolen yacht, one French villa, a shared dildo, two very sweet dogs, navigating long distance, ball gags, designer clothes, private beaches, ropes, classic cars, and maybe, just maybe, a happily ever after… but you don’t need to be warned about that.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
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TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary:
You think Bucky hates you because he is too professional when you two are working on a mission, he doesn't do small talks, and he doesn't talk to you about any other thing aside from the mission itself. So when you had enough of his professionalism, you decided to confront him.
Warning:
Fluff
"Come on, Sam," you groaned and shook your head as you sat down on the couch on the compound, "I'm not numb, blind, and most of all, I'm not stupid. I know that old man friend of yours doesn't like me."
You, Sam, and Bucky just got back from Prague, and the three of you have gone straightly into the compound, but Bucky went back to his apartment to get some stuff but he'll be back in a few hours, so you took this opportunity to discuss your thing about Bucky's professionalism.
Ever since you joined Sam and Bucky on their missions, you already felt that Bucky doesn't like you and you think that he actually hates you because he won't look at you in your eyes when he's talking to you, and he'll only talk to you about the mission. You thought he's just like that to every woman he meets, but no, he's not like that to Sharon when you met her in Madripoor, and that made you feel so bad.
"Y/n, he doesn't hate you," Sam defended, "Just try to understand Bucky. He's still adjusting to this modern time and you are aware of what happened to him, right?"
You nodded, "That's why I'm asking you to move me to another mission. Reassign me. I can't stand to be on the same mission with a guy who doesn't like me," you sounded like you are pleading. "I have no problem with you, Sam. You're a good friend to me, but I don't want to force Bucky to work with me, I could see and I could feel that he's not okay to work with me," you added to your pleading.
Sam sat down beside you and exhaled sharply, "Y/n, I can't do that. You know why?" he asked and you answered him with a shook of your head, "Because we need you on this mission. We need your expertise, your skills. We badly need it."
His answer made you somehow feel guilty. You know Sam is telling the truth about your position on this mission, and it's a bit off if you'll decide to leave this mission just because you and Bucky don't share a good partnership.
"Why don't you just talk to Bucky? Try to befriend him, maybe he'll come along," Sam suggested.
When you first noticed Bucky's too much professionalism with you, you had no problem with it. You thought that your only agenda on this mission is to help them and continue the legacy that your late friends like Natasha, Tony, and Steve started on, especially it was Steve and Nat who made you believe in your capabilities as an Avenger. You also promised Steve that you won't leave the team, instead, you'll continue to fight on.
"I'll try to talk to him as well, but I got to tell you, y/n," Sam tapped your shoulder, "Bucky is a great guy. He's just really having a hard time adjusting to our era."
You scoffed, "Yeah, right. He's only like this to me, Sam. I saw how he treated and talked to Sharon when we were in Madripoor. He seems to really hate me that much," you sighed as you stood up, "Anyway, I have no choice but to endure his cocky attitude. I'll just go to my room," you excused yourself from Sam and made your way to the elevator.
While you were riding the elevator on your way to your floor, you kept on thinking about what you could possibly have done to make him hate you. Was it because you and Steve were close? Was he jealous of Steve's friendship with you? He shouldn't be because nothing beats their friendship, their brotherhood.
You're not yet on your floor when the elevator opened, and to your surprise, you saw Bucky with his duffel bag on his vibranium arm.
Great, how lucky I am, you said to yourself.
He was talking to Maria when the elevator opened, the two of them glance your way, Maria gave you a quick nod and a smile, but Bucky on the other hand just gave you a quick glance, nothing more, then he moved his eyes back to Maria.
You saw how Bucky chats with Maria, very far from how he talks to you, and that made you even more annoyed by the fact that you have no idea what you did to make Bucky so professional with you.
The elevator is about to close when Bucky moved his foot to stop it from closing, he was still talking to Maria.
"Excuse me, Mr. Barnes," you called his attention, which you succeed in, "I'm in a hurry and I got to make a few phone calls, so if you don't mind, just catch the next elevator," you glared at him and pressed the close button of the elevator, "Move your foot, please, Mr. Barnes," you tried your best to sound as professional and sarcastic as possible, and when he did, "Thank you," you flashed a sarcastic smile.
You stare at Bucky's surprised face as the elevator closes.
You've had enough of his unknown reason of being too professional around you. You are not overreacting since you witnessed the times when Bucky will have engaged in a conversation with other women or other colleagues in or out of the compound, but when it comes to having a conversation with you, it will always be about the mission, nothing more, nothing less.
The moment you reached your floor, you went inside your bedroom and prepared to take a shower. But just when you're about to enter the bathroom, someone knocked on your door.
"Who is it?" you yelled.
"It's me," Bucky's voice came out from the other side of the door.
Your brows furrowed upon hearing who it was.
"What do you want?" you asked, still yelling and still no plan in opening the door.
"Can we talk?"
Hearing an unexpected request from the person who hates you, you decided to open the door and face him.
You scoffed as you cross your arms in front of your chest, "What? About the mission?" you shook your head and scoff again, "Let's just do the briefing and the planning tomorrow. I want to take a rest and fi--"
You weren't able to finish what you were saying when Bucky suddenly kissed you, not just an ordinary kiss but a sweet, long kiss.
His hands traveled through your back to support it and prevent you from being out of balance as you feel surprised at what he just did.
You find yourself giving in to his kiss. You start to kiss him back, disregarding the confusion in your mind. You're confused about why the man who used to avoid making eye contact with you is now having a sword fighting type of kiss with you at the moment. The man who used to hate you is having a feast on your lips.
When you both heard the elevator sound, he immediately pulled the two of you inside your bedroom and he shut the door next, then gently slammed and pinned you against it as he continues to kiss you.
It was only a matter of a few seconds before you finally have enough courage to push him away.
"What the actual fuck, Barnes?!" you exclaimed when you met his gaze. You pushed him one more time, "You think you could just play with me? Make me feel confused even more? You think you can just kiss me because I'm a woman?! Well, I'm sorry, I'm not some kind of a woman that you can just toy with."
You walked past him and you're about to grab your phone to leave when he suddenly spoke behind you.
"You're right you are not some kind of a woman that I can play with because you are not just some kind of a woman to me! You were never just some kind of a woman to me!" you slowly turn around to face him, "You've always been special to me, and I'm too afraid, too coward to admit it."
Slowly, your brows furrowed, giving him the sign that you are still confused and puzzled.
Bucky took a deep breath as he also took a step close to you, "I don't hate you. I'm not mad at you. I don't feel any annoyance towards you. I actually feel the opposite," he admitted. "The moment I first met you through Steve, l already felt something different. I was still adjusting to the new world we are living in when we met, there's still darkness in my life, but through you, through the image of you, I found light," Bucky added, explaining his side.
"How is that even possible? We don't even- "
"Talk?" Bucky guessed, he chuckled afterward, "I have no idea as well, all I know is that you brought so many good and positive things to my life since then. I am fine with just looking and admiring you from afar. After all," he shook his head, "I don't think you deserve someone like me in your life, that's why I become content with the professional relationship we have. At least, I'm not gonna ruin anything. But when I heard you call and address me professionally, l felt my heart flinched and I soon realized why."
"Why?" you asked him.
Before he answers you, he moved another step closer and cupped your cheeks, "Because I want more. Because l can't stand with the idea that this is what we will ever be," he pressed his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, "I realized that I can't stand seeing you standing so close to me, and yet I can't tell you how much I like you, and I can't make you feel special to me," he murmured.
You finally know why Bucky was so aloof of you.
Every time you'd try to be friends with him, he won't let you because of what he feels for you.
"Why are you fighting it, Bucky?" you asked softly, your eyes are also closed, feeling his forehead against yours, "Why can't you just let it be? Why can't you just let fate do the work?" you asked him.
"Because," he pulled away and so you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, "Because I don't think you deserve someone like me."
"Because of your past?" you asked him.
He nodded, "Yes."
"Barnes, you should stop letting your past dictates what you should have in the present and in the future, you should never let your past ruin you and what's waiting for you up ahead," you grabbed his hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart is, "You should always listen to this," you smiled at him, "Because the only truth that matters is what's inside this."
"I'm sorry for making you feel that I hate you, for making you think that I don't want to be friends with you or anything. But you know what?" he smiled and shook his head, "I don't really want to be friends with you."
You frowned in confusion.
"Because I want more than that," he gently held you on your chin, "I hope you'd let me."
You smiled, "I was just waiting for you."
-v.dl
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One angel as wake up 😇
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incorrect sambucky
Sam: So what does a person do for fun around here?
Bucky: *stares*
Sam: *stares back*
Sam: Is something wrong bionic staring machine?
Bucky: *quietly* I think I love you
Sam (overhears): I said is something wRoNg?
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Sharing is caring.
<Pictures are from Pinterest, I just wanted to share.>
( also the fan art belong to @enstatia
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fluorescent gaze | b. barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
genre: fluff | university!au | roommate!au
note: inspired by this ask ! its not exactly what was requested but i put my own lil twist on it :) this wok was initially called ‘lightbulbs’ so thats why it alludes to them a lot (personally i LOVE dull yellow lights they make me feel so cozy) so i hope its not too confusing . it also gets a lil spicy at the end :’)
i made this work an x reader not fem!reader like i usually do bc i think that garners more attention and i feed off of that LMAO . enjoy loves !!!
— you’re fed up, bucky’s too smug for his own good, your shared apartment is in dire need of a renovation, and there’s no better way to cope with copious amounts of schoolwork than your favourite cinnamon whisky
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The light that emanated from the old lamps in your flat were dull and yellow but in the months you had lived there you had learned to love it.
They were boring and emitted something like a greasy radiance—perhaps something you'd find in a hole-in-the-wall bar in rural Texas—but you really didn't mind; they were warm and comfortable, and even though they were a little gross it reminded you of a warm winter night cuddled up in front of a large window with your favourite blanket as snow fell softly from outside.
Again, you didn't mind, but your roommate, Bucky, hated it. He always made a point to change the light bulbs at some point during the day but because you were two busy college students, that was virtually impossible thanks to the piles of homework and PowerPoints you had to put together basically every night.
Bucky always made plans to fix up the old flat, but it never got done. You've been sitting on nearly three months of his promises.
And as you walked into your flat, brandishing an empty cup of coffee and a tired smile, just thankful to be home, that's the one thing Bucky brought up again. Those goddamn lightbulbs.
Bucky perked up from the couch at the sound of your entrance, wearing a large grey sweater with the university's logo and a black pair of plaid pajama pants. His eyes were tired and weary and you could see the tiredness carve out the contours of his cheeks, but the smile that beamed from this face at the sight of you was enough to put your concern to rest.
"Hey, Y/N," Bucky greeted brightly as he got off the couch, hurrying over to you and taking your bag from your hand. Enveloping you in a warm hug, you could smell him—a lovely cedarwood and spearmint combination—and couldn't help the small smile forming on your lips. "I missed you today," he mumbled, digging his face into your neck and eliciting a chuckle from you, "it's been so boring without someone to talk to about those lights."
"Why are you so infatuated with those damn lightbulbs?" you laughed, feeling Bucky frown into the crook of your neck, making a disapproving grunting noise. You smirked and wrapped your arms tighter around him. "Of course, how could I forget? I missed you too, Barnes. You're such a child," you teased.
You could feel him beam and your heart purred.
He pushed himself away from you and made sure to flick your forehead for good measure before taking your bag and tossing it to the other side of the room. He winced when he heard something shatter from the inside as he sat on the couch, but when he looked to you, you just smirked and shook your head, walking to sit down beside him.
"You didn't break anything," you assured, words laced with amusement, making sure to tell him before he had the chance to start apologizing rapid-fire. "There was just a tumbler in there, don't worry about it. Those things sound like glass when they're thrown around."
A relieved smile broke across his features. "Great," he said, running a hand through his dark hair.
You had always loved his hair. Ever since high school, you had always taken the chance to run your fingers through it, braid it when it got too long, or wash it when he was too bloodied and bruised to do it himself.
You guessed that Bucky noticed your longing gaze, and him, knowing that playing with his hair was like a stress reliever to you, smiled gently and tilted his head towards you.
"Go ahead."
Your reaction was immediate: a grateful softening of your previously tense expression, a beaming smile, and a small little noise of happiness echoing from your throat.
You placed your hand on Bucky's bicep before gratefully snuggling into his side, running your fingers through his hair. Bucky seemed to sink into your touch at that, because you could feel his chest release a deep breath of air he had probably been holding in all day.
That poor boy worked himself to death.
Though you knew all of his hobbies and had all of his interests at heart, whenever you tried to offer something to help relieve some of that tension, he always declined. Of course it was politely, and usually with a gentle press of his lips to your forehead, but honestly, you didn't know what to do.
Even now, as he sank into your side and closed his eyes in bliss, you could still feel how tense his muscles were. He was always so tense, and you longed to help him out. You even resorted to booking him a massage as a birthday present one year, but he looked so mortified when you told him you had to say it was a joke and cancel.
Bucky needed stress relief, and as much as you hated to admit it, it probably wasn't you. Or anything you could offer.
Your content expression faltered for a moment and your hands combing through his tangles slowed. Are you really not worth anything to him? Were all of those days spent looking for things to cease his constant state of stress for nothing...?
The abrupt pause caused Bucky to notice your distress.
He lifted his head from your shoulder and frowned, gently gripping your forearms.
"Are you okay?" he asked, gaze calculated as he peered deeply into your face, "You seem upset about something."
You bit back a rueful smile. Damn him, he could tell just about everything you're feeling.
"I'm fine, Buck." You tried a smile. "Just... thinking, s'all."
Bucky didn't buy that excuse for a minute.
He looked at you knowingly and tightened his grip on your hands. "Are you sure?"
His gaze was so concerned that it nearly had you swooning. His eyes were staring into yours with such conviction you had to hold back the urge to surge forward and kiss him.
You finally sighed and smiled softly, blowing out a stream of air between your lips.
"I'm good. Don't worry," you repeated, leaning forward to press a reassuring kiss to the top of his head. "It'll be fine."
Bucky hummed from underneath. "Okay, Y/N/N. You know, if there's anything on your mind that you need to talk about, I'm always here."
"I know."
Bucky grinned. "Great. Love you, Y/N."
Your heart clenched at how easily he threw that word around. Your expression shifted ever so slightly, but he didn't seem to notice.
You attempted another smile and dug your face into the crook of his neck, pressing a quick kiss to his warm skin.
"Love you too, Buck," you said, words muffled by his skin.
A small silence passed before Bucky punctured it.
"When do you want to change those lightbulbs?" he asked, voice dripping in mirth, "I know you've made plans to do that for awhile—"
"Oh my God," you snorted, pulling away and swatting his arm as your eyes crinkled, "You've said you were going to do it for the past three months! I'm not going to be the one to do it!"
Bucky laughed, "What? You're always so pissy when I don't—"
You put your hands over your face. "Bucky." You took your hands away from your face and looked him fiercely in the eye, suppressing the urge to smack him across the face when you saw the big smirk he was wearing. "Please, I beg of you, shut the fuck up."
Bucky tilted his head to the side, bringing his hands up to grab the side of your arms. "Awe, why?" he fake-empathized, "I haven't done anything."
"You annoy me."
His eyes twinkled and his nose scrunched. "You look pretty amused to me."
You're silent for a moment.
"God I hate you," you mumbled, letting out a sharp laugh before getting up and smacking him across the back of his head.
"Hey!" he frowned, rubbing the spot where you hit him, "What gives?"
You ignored him. Walking towards the small kitchen, you reached into a small cabinet and pulled out two ceramic mugs Bucky had made in high school. His mug was navy blue, and it would be nice if it wasn't for the fact that it was brandishing a big dick on the bottom of the inside.
The art teacher failed him for that one.
But your mug, the one that he created ever-so selflessly, was doused in an ugly pink with a messy heart on the side. It looked extremely elementary and childish, but the gesture still made you smile.
"What are you doing?" Bucky asked from the couch, frown on his face as he draped his body over the back of it. "I thought you hated tea."
You only shook your head, an enigmatic smirk twitching up the corners of your lips.
"I don't like tea," you said, raising a brow as you grabbed a bottle of Fireball, "and at this moment we don't have any clean cups because I don't feel like doing dishes, so we're using the mugs."
"For what?"
"Getting drunk."
With a big smile you turned, brandishing the bottle of cinnamon whisky as if it were treasure.
Bucky didn't miss a beat. His lips curved into a grin and he got up from the couch, walking over to you and taking his blue mug.
"Oh yeah?" he said smugly, tilting his head to the side, "And why is that?"
"Because it's Friday and this week sucked ass and I don't want to hear any more about those fuckin' lightbulbs, that's why."
His reaction was immediate: a sly quirk of his mouth, a quick lick of his lips, and blue eyes that began to gleam. Anticipation. You honestly had expected a bigger reaction from him, because the boy loved to drink and especially with you, but he only shrugged.
He snatched the bottle of whisky from your hand and began undoing the top.
"Sounds good to me."
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Approximately two hours later, you were fucked.
And Bucky was even more so.
You were fucked from a mental standpoint thanks to your level of inebriation, fucked from the heat that began to take over your body when the alcohol entered your system, fucked from the look on Bucky's face as he took a deep drag of the cigarettes he only used for special occasions—one of them being when he got drunk because for some reason as soon as a drop of alcohol tainted his tongue he could smoke until the cows came home—but the only difference?
Bucky was relishing in his inebriation whereas you were a horny, smelling-like-cigarettes mess.
Watching him inhale the smoke with fascinated eyes, enamored by the way his lips wrapped around the filter, you decided to do something bold.
"Buck, you know in the movies where the character's smoking and then they share it with the other character? We should do that."
Bucky frowned and puckered his lips as he let out a stream of smoke.
"That makes no sense," he slurred.
You laughed, and perhaps if you were sober you would've realized that it was a little too loud, but you didn't care.
"You're funny," you said, grinning as you stumbled over to his heated form. "You know what I mean, Buckaroo."
"I hate that nickname."
"I hate you."
Bucky maintained coy eye contact as he took another drag. "I hate you."
"No, I hate you."
A lazy grin spread across his face. "I hate you more."
He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, touching his forehead to yours. The movement was messy and his forehead bounced right off yours for a moment, causing a small sting of pain to run through your head, but you didn't care to bring it up.
You laughed and cupped the side of his cheeks.
"Let's do the movie thing," you whispered, following his eyes with your own, "I want to do it."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Just do whatever."
"You're confusing me."
"Just do it, Barnes," you laughed.
He grinned. "D'ya mean this?" he asked, snaking his hand between your connected bodies to take another drag. His lips curled perfectly around the filter as he closed his eyes, relishing in it, and you had to stop yourself from sucking in a breath. Since when had your best friend become so... handsome?
Your eyes peered into his as they opened to reveal that brilliant bright blue.
He held the smoke in his mouth, unable to speak. Leaning forward slowly, too slowly, his eyes met yours again before his own fluttered shut.
"Buck," you whispered, closing your own eyes now as a hand reached to fist his hair.
The moment was slow.
His lips brushed against yours as he leaned close, impossibly close, hanging on to the sensual moment... he sighed and opened his mouth, opening his mouth and breathing the smoke into your own...
It tasted like cigarettes. But it also tasted like Bucky.
You suppressed a gasp of pleasure.
The movement wasn't even heady or extremely sexual, but the overwhelming familiarity of your best friend washed over you like a wave, dousing you in new realizations... you liked him. Liked Bucky. And now you wanted to taste him.
The smoke was still unfurling out of his nostrils and mouth when you opened your eyes.
And you didn't take any time before crashing your lips to his.
Usually, the moment before the kiss is tender and slow and oversaturated with love. But this? This wasn't necessarily love, but lust. Perhaps a crude mixture of both.
You could sense Bucky's eyes jolting open. You could feel him want to say something, but surprisingly, he didn't and didn't pull away either—and instead, he embraced the contact.
Wholly.
Cupping the side of your face, he let out a quiet moan that sent an electric shock to the apex of your thighs. You reciprocated with just as much fervor, and when you felt his tongue deepen the kiss, you were an absolute goner, feeling as if you could fade away into the night and his touch.
God, thank fuck for those lightbulbs.
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Marvel found out about enemies to lovers, saw a golden opportunity to make money, and gave us sambucky
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I dont ever ask for much from anyone out here but please I am begging someone to write something out of either one of these "prompts". (idk if that's what I should call them lol) A lot of yall are very talented and my life would be complete if someone wrote something out of these😭😭😭 (feel free to spice it up too lol)😊
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