➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
“Bucky?” You called his name groggily as you felt him slip underneath the sheets of the California king-sized bed.
“Shh,”Bucky shushed you and you closed your eyes, snuggling back into the warmth that the blankets provided. The bed began to dip and curve, soon a pair of strong tattooed hands were wrapping around your thighs and pushing them apart. Before you could recognize what was happening, a pair of warm lips started to press kisses to the innermost parts of your thighs, bringing you to gasp.
That was when you realized what had happened. You and Bucky had stayed up practically all night, playing catch-up. It had been officially a week since he left rehab and his entire demeanor had shifted. He was a completely different person; a better man. He was a joy to be around and the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
Last night was a blur.Of course, no alcohol or drugs had been intermixed, but it was the simple high you two felt off each other. Bucky and you were camped out in his built-in studio, where he attempted to teach you how to play drums. What surprised him the most was the fact that you could play piano and sing, which started turning the creative gears in his mind.
One thing led to another, and a few take-out boxes later, the two of you were settled in a bath filled with warm water and luxury bubbles. You were seated in front of each other, your hands rested on his thighs while he used his thumbs to stroke the length of your hips.
“Thank you for staying,” Bucky whispered to you as you focused on his face.
You giggled, leaning forward to brush your lips across his. Soon, he was pulling you into his lap, warm water sloshing around your naked bodies. He savored every moment he had with you, understanding that life was soshort, that he had to live it to every advantage. He wanted to experience every single high and low with you, no matter what they may be.
“Bucky, I’m proud of you. I can’t ever say it enough.” You smiled, kissing him passionately. When the two of you finally emerged from the bath, you changed into one of his shirts and a pair of underwear, both of you hopping into bed together. You were digging into a container of gelato together, deciding to share the spoon.
You spoonfed him a mouthful of the cold delicacy, watching as Bucky’s eyes rolled at the taste. “You know, without being doped up all the time… I think my senses got stronger? Everything tastes and smells better,” He laughed, kissing you on the cheek with a pair of cold lips.
You giggled loudly as Bucky took the spoon away from you so he could feed you. When you purposely made him miss your mouth and allowed the cold dessert to drip down the corner of your mouth, Bucky’s eyes widened.
“Baby girl,” He whispered huskily.
You smiled, licking your lips. The light in Bucky’s head suddenly turned green and he pounced on you, removing the container of gelato from your hands and throwing the spoon into it. Soon, the drummer had you pinned beneath him as he flicked his tongue over the running gelato, your insides churning. A soft moan ricocheted through the air as Bucky pinned your hands above your head while he kissed your neck, paying close attention to every inch of your exposed neck.
Your hips bucked upwards to meet his, Bucky growling in response. Soon, he was stripping you from his shirt that donned your body, his hands exploring your flesh until you were given over to the heightened pleasure that only Bucky could offer in the moonlight.
Now? You were stirring awake this morning, feeling as his tongue licked a surprising stripe against your heat. A gasp fell from your mouth as you immediately reached to your sides to clutch the sheets. Bucky hummed, sending pleasurable vibrations through your core that somehow managed to shimmy up your spine.
“Oh, Bucky!” You groaned heavily as his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves, giving it a delicate suck. He threw your legs over his shoulders and buried his face in between your legs, the light burn of his stubble brushing across your core bringing you to echo a scream.
Bucky used your words as a means to pinpoint. Using his ringed fingers, he pushed two of them into your spongy walls, your insides capturing him immediately. Your head lowered to rest on his head where you curled your fingers around the strands of hair and tugged, earning a delighted groan from your lover’s mouth as he licked into your folds while scissoring his fingers.
Your breaths were coming out in pants as Bucky pushed you over the edge, his name being screamed relentlessly into the air of your shared bedroom. He gripped his hands around your thighs and coaxed a few orgasms out of you, bringing you to the point of overstimulation. You were nearly having to push yourself away from his mouth, but he could see the intense pleasure he brought over you, and it only made him press harder.
He came off your heat with an audible pop before he crawled up the length of your body. Lowering his head, the strands of his jet-black hair tickled your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down. Bucky kissed you long and slow, his tongue touching yours for a passionate exchange. You groaned sweetly into his mouth as you tasted your release which coated his tongue, his large palm slipping underneath your back.
Bucky flipped the two of you over so you were straddling his waist, his hand tangling through your hair as he kept you close. Your hips rolled into his, a sticky mess between your legs where his mouth and fingers once were. He felt it on his abdomen and it made him smile wickedly.
“Good morning,” Bucky winked, his blue orbs vibrant and full of life.
“Good morning,” You whispered, lowering your head to his chest. You laid on top of him, your exposed skin pressed together as you hummed while he drew circles into your backside. Bucky held you close as his eyes looked out the large window of his bedroom, watching as the light and view of the ocean met his eyes.
“So, I have a surprise for us…” Bucky announced after silence brewed. Your eyebrows pinched together as you lifted your head.
“A surprise?” You laughed.
Bucky nodded. “We’re getting on a plane tomorrow morning,” He informed you, causing your eyes to widen.
“Tomorrow?!”You exclaimed. Bucky smiled and nodded again.
“It’s a part of my redemption plan,” He breathed out. You looked at him questionably.
“Redemption plan?” You repeated.
Bucky laughed, twirling his fingers across your warm skin. “I think before you start back up with classes, we just need a vacation for ourselves. And since the tour isn’t happening anymore, my time slot has been freed.” He explained.
“Where are we going?” You asked with a hint of excitement lacing your voice. Bucky rolled his eyes playfully and kissed your forehead.
“It’s not a surprise if I tell you!” He reminded you.
“But I hate surprises!” You shot back.
Bucky shook his head. “You’ll be fine until tomorrow morning.”
You sighed heavily. “You’re so mean for that…” You trailed with a smirk. Bucky shrugged his shoulders and planted another kiss on your lips.
“But you love me,” He laughed.
“Yes I do, Barnes…. Yes, I do…” You smiled back at him. “But speaking of surprises, I have one for you, too… We’ll be leaving within the next two hours, so we better get dressed.”
“What is it?” Bucky asked.
You scoffed, choosing to repeat his words. “It’s not a surprise if I tell you!” You winked, rolling off him. You extended your hands and wiggled your hips. “Have a shower with me?” You smiled.
Bucky was flinging himself out of the sheets and racing in behind you, his hands wrapped around your hips. The two of you showered together which also resulted in sex against the wall, but it was worth it. The two of you stepped out, high on your own adrenaline, hurrying to get dressed. You put on a cute yellow sundress while Bucky resorted to his jeans, a gray t-shirt, and his belt. His tattooed arms exposed, you couldn’t help but run your fingers down the length of his arms before pulling him for a delicate kiss.
You two were soon in the car, you asking to drive. You entered the address to the restaurant you were taking him to, his surprise waiting there with nervousness building in the pit of their stomachs.
Bucky and you listened to some of Civil War’s music before you opened up your playlist. Kickstart My Heart by Mötley Crüe played and you shot Bucky a mischievous look.
“That should’ve been your theme song when they pumped those two shots of adrenaline into your heart… Get it? It kickstarted your heart?” You teased behind the wheel of your Ferrari that was purchased the night you two got married, which had been delivered to California.
“Do you think you’re funny?” Bucky asked seriously.
You glanced between him and the radio, soon singing the lyrics while adding a small “Ba-dum tsssss,” For extra hilarity that finally made Bucky burst at the seams.
“I hate you but I love you at the same time, Doll,” Bucky laughed.
You giggled with the sunglasses over your eyes. “I love you too,” You smiled.
Soon, the two of you pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together as he looked around at his surroundings.
“What are we doing here?”He laughed.
You walked around and grabbed his hand.
“There are a few people who want to see you,” You answered quietly, Bucky’s eyes lifting.
As you walked inside, Bucky’s eyes drifted. You saw the table ahead and you smiled to yourself, leading him over. While you approached, they all turned their heads. Bucky’s eyes grew wide as he recognized the three individuals seated at the table.
“Mom? Dad? Becca?” Bucky called their names.
Winnifred, George, and Rebecca Barnes all shifted their eyes up to their son and brother, Winnifred’s eyes brimming with tears. George stood to his feet, Rebecca doing the same.
And for the first time in years, Bucky was engulfed in a hug from his mother, father, and sister. He couldn’t help but burst into tears as he melted into their touch, Rebecca shooting you a smile as she rubbed her brother’s back comfortingly.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
Opting for baggier clothes to at least try and seclude your growing bump, it was getting harder. Students were beginning to stop and stare, Bucky consciously paying attention to the room’s shifting. He would give you gentle gazes and darling smiles to help push you through to the end of each lecture before he’d finally wrap his arms around you when the classroom had emptied.
“Alright, remember! Our midterm is on Wednesday.As long as you answer the questions in the study guide and practice, all of you will be fine. Don’t hesitate to ask any questions, either. I’m here to watch you succeed.”Bucky informed the students as everyone began to pack up their belongings.
Once the room had cleared except for Millie who was checking her phone, she turned her eyes over to you. “Nikki’s waiting for me out front. Have fun house-searching!” She exclaimed. She lowered her head to press a quick kiss to your belly before hitting Bucky on the arm and leaving.
He greeted you with a wide grin, those gorgeous steel-blue eyes casting into yours. “Come here, mama,” He said, walking forward to wrap his hands through yours. You erupted into a quiet giggle as Bucky pulled you close, your bump pressing to his well-defined abdomen. He sighed, reaching his hands forward to wrap around your stomach.
“Not going to lie, I miss being able to hold you close,” He chuckled, making you smile.
“Well,your children are wreaking havoc in the womb right now. I swear one of them is bouncing on my bladder,” You sighed heavily. “And hey! We can still touch… I’m not that big yet.” You growled, earning Bucky to smile, and leaned forward to peck your lips.
“I know, I know… I’m just teasing. Are you ready to go look at these houses? The realtor just texted me.” He questioned.
Your heart flooded with warmth. “I can’t believe this… We’re actually getting our own house together.” You breathed out, gently biting at the skin on your lip. Bucky hugged you as close as he could.
“It’s surreal, I know… But I can’t wait to start this journey with you.” He whispered, kissing your ear. “And just think… Whatever house we do decide on? I’ll get to have sex with you in every single room, just to break it in and really make it ours.”
“Bucky!” You exclaimed, swatting his shoulder. “It only took one night in a hotel to make this happen… Be careful.” You reminded him, eyes narrowed.
Bucky beamed with another laugh before grabbing his keys off the desk and leading you out of the classroom. As you two walked down the halls and hopped on the elevator to take you to the bottom floor, you leaned your head on his shoulder. Life had become so much different since Sharon disappeared.
The last you saw of her, she was being handcuffed and thrown into the back of a cop car while Millie was essentially let off the hook for beating Sharon to a bloody pulp with a baseball bat. Your and Bucky’s relationship only seemed to strengthen and it gave you both ample time to focus on one another plus the idea that you would be parents sooner rather than later.
The car ride to the first house was filled with you and Bucky exchanging words back and forth about what you were both looking for in homes; family homes. When you arrived to the first listing, your eyes widened. It was beautiful.A two story brick home with a fenced in backyard. Flowers dotted the outside area with a well-manicured lawn, bringing you to gasp.
“Wow, this is stunning,”Bucky admitted with a smile, wrapping his hand through yours. The two of you exited the car and were greeted by the realtor, a friendly woman by the name of Denise. She grinned at the two of you, a folder in hand with some of the property’s biggest hits.
“Bucky, Y/N! What a pleasure to see you both,” Denise grinned as she shook both your hands before her eyes settled on your swollen belly. “Wow, I think you’ve grown since I saw you last week!” She exclaimed, bringing you to smile sheepishly.
As she led you inside, your eyes were captivated by the large front entryway. It was decked with cherrywood floors and the space was huge.
“This home is four bedrooms and two baths… It also has a fenced-in swimming pool in the back. Bucky, since you’re a professor, there is also an in-home office for you.” She explained. You could hardly listen, your excitement was bubbling when you walked into the spacious kitchen that looked out into the living room. The bar was set up with a huge chandelier hanging overhead, the countertops were a fine marble. The color scheme was simplistic, but with pops of color being introduced on the cabinet doors. There was a huge pantry with a sliding barndoor that you were obsessed with, Bucky quickly noticing how you gravitated.
Bucky fell in love with the in-home office. He could already see himself settling in and getting classwork done or maybe he visualized you seated on his lap for a round of fun while he sent his stressors away. He could envision house parties here with Steve, Sam, Millie, and Nikki. He saw the potential in the home and already, this was both of your favorites on the list.
The bedrooms were huge, with a grand master easily decided to be your and Bucky’s if you opted for this home. The bathroom seemed even bigger with a tub big enough to fix three. His and hers vanities were colored in a dark grey paint with marble countertops that had flicks of silver.
Another room was seen, this one quickly being envisioned to be the twins’ nursery. You could already see you and Bucky painting the walls different colors and theming it to whatever you had come up with. Tears welled in your eyes as you passed throughout the other areas until you were finally taken onto the balcony that was attached to the master bedroom. Large french doors opened up to a well-manicured backyard with a swimming pool in the very center that was fenced around with a slide attached.
“I can already see myself having coffee out here every morning,” You whispered, hanging onto the railing of the balcony. Bucky smiled, leaning forward to kiss your cheek as he wrapped an arm around you. Denise had left the two of you alone to explore the home for yourselves after she listed the other pros such as the best school in the district wasn’t but two miles away. Recreational activities for the kids were on every corner, along with it being in close proximity to the college for Bucky.
“Doll, I’m already in love with it, and this was only the first house.” Bucky laughed, kissing your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his two large palms on your belly and gave it a subtle stroke, feeling light taps of feet kicking against his hands. “And I think the twins agree.” He added with a gentle, heartfelt smile.
Giggling quietly, you couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Let’s check out the pool then head to the next one?” You suggested, Bucky agreeing. When you made it down to the backyard and you saw how large it was upon stepping out of the two french doors leading toward it, you had to cover your mouth to withhold the threatening gasps. Denise already knew that sound meant you were hooked.
“Should I even show you two the other three homes?” She laughed, bringing you and Bucky to share a look.
“I think it’s a good idea, yeah,” Bucky answered. “Just so we know.Right, Doll?”
“LOOK AT THE SWING! THEY HAVE A BACKYARD SWING!” You exclaimed from somewhere out in the open. Bucky’s eyes lifted when he saw you seated on the wooden swing, kicking your legs back and forth as you giggled like a teenager. Bucky broke out into a wide grin.
When Denise showed you two the other three homes, immediately none of them compared to the one with the pool and in-home office. As the day drew to a close, Denise was already preparing an offer on the first home.
“Decision has been made? The two-story home on Carter Avenue?” She asked for clarification. You and Bucky held each other’s hand, both of you grinning from ear to ear.
“That’s the one,” You smiled, already seeing yourself in the future. You envisioned the pitter-patter of toddler feet racing down the halls while you and Bucky chased in behind them, until they would turn into elementary, then middle, even high school teenagers. It swelled your heart and made your world spin quickly, causing you to leane further into Bucky for support.
“Alright, let’s get an offer together and I’ll send it over to the owners.” She smiled in satisfaction.
As you both left with your hopes lifted that this very house would be yours soon, Bucky and you sat in the car for a few moments of sweet silence. You both looked up at the home, your smile erupting.
“I can’t believe this… We’re actually looking to buy a house together.” You expressed with a bright smile. Bucky laughed, reaching a hand over to wrap it around your thigh.
“I know… I can’t wait to do this with you,” He said, his eyes casting into yours. You slowly turned your head to face him, not helping but to lean over the best you could in order to give him a kiss.
You felt a few more kicks swell in your belly, making you gasp. They were much harder than before and you giggled, hurrying to grab Bucky’s hand. You rested it on your side and his eyes widened as he felt them for himself.
“You guys are excited too, aren’t you?” Bucky asked in a sweet voice.
Soon, the two of you were back at Bucky’s shared home with Steve and Sam. The two had gone out for the night while Millie opted to spend the night at Nikki’s, giving you and Bucky some privacy… And that meant the two of you were sprawled out in bed together, binge-watching a series while Bucky graded last-minute papers.
Once he wrapped up and joined you for cuddles, you licked your lips. “Bucky, what are we going to name them?” You asked.
“I thought they’re being named Razzle and Dazzle Barnes?” He laughed, referencing Millie. You slapped his shoulder playfully, rolling your eyes as you tossed back a chip.
“I’m being serious!” You smiled. “I’m due Febuary 25th, but honestly, twins normally don’t make it to 40 weeks… And even though it seems like we have time - we really don’t. I’d like to start calling them by their name… Even if they don’t understand it yet.” You laughed.
Bucky nodded his head in agreement. “What were you thinking? Twins usually have rhyming names or the same letter.”
You bit down on your lip. “But do we really want to go traditional?”You asked.
Bucky shok his head. “No, these kids are different from others. So, they deserve two different names… How about we compromise. You name one baby, I’ll name the other?” He suggested.
You smiled excitedly. “You name the girl, I’ll name the boy?” You raised your eyebrows.
Bucky wrapped his arm around you. “I was hoping you’d let me name her… Because I already had a name in mind.”
Your eyes widened. “Really? Because I already have a boy’s name in mind…”
Bucky moved to sit up, taking this moment seriously. “You go first.” He ushered.
He helped you to sit up. You swallowed the lump that threatened to form. You had the name picked out since you were younger and you hoped Bucky would appreciate it. The first name was easy, and now that you knew Bucky, you wanted to honor him.
“Lucas Buchanan,” You answered. “And we can call him Luke for short.”
Bucky’s eyes widened. “You… You want to give him my middle name?” He asked, his eyes suddenly blurring. You nodded and that’s when you felt him pull you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you.
“Lucas Buchanan Barnes… I love that,” He laughed, kissing you passionately. You smiled widely, thankful and relieved that he approved.
“Alright! Tell me what you have for a girl,” You grinned excitedly.
Bucky smiled. “I’ve given it a lot of thought.. I have a feeling you’ll certainly be up for it, but I was just thinking of how one person in our lives has helped us so much. After all… I wouldn’t have found out you were pregnant without her telling me…”
Your eyes started to widen.
Bucky inhaled.
“I want to name our daughter after the best…Eliza Millie,”He announced
“Bucky,”You gasped, covering your mouth. It was your turn for tears to well up. He held you closer, his lips pressing against yours as you held his cheeks.
“Luke and Eliza,” You whispered. “I think they’re perfect.”
Bucky grinned. “Just like the woman carrying them,” He winked, making your cheeks heat up.
Before you realized it, the two of you found yourselves tucked away beneath the sheets, your hands roaming across one another freely. You were basking in the glow of Bucky,never having been more thankful for somebody in your life. Everything was beginning to make sense now.
➳a/n: MY HEARTTTT! I’M FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THIS CHAPTER AHHH!
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
➳a/n: MY HEARTTTT! I’M FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THIS CHAPTER AHHH!
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
I can’t believe it. Today marks freedom. I’ve been in this rehab facility for exactly one month and while many days I nearly ripped my hair out when the cravings got so bad, I discovered resilience. It made it a touch easier knowing that Sam and Steve were here too alongside me fighting off their own addictions, but we all know between the three of us; I was the worst. After all, it took me being clinically dead for two minutes and two syringes of adrenaline to the chest.
I haven’t spoken to Y/N since giving my life over to the faculty. However, I did bring this journal with me and although Y/N never mentioned to do it, I decided to journal my thoughts. My own personal diary of my account. Maybe one day I can help those who have also struggled with addiction. But for now, my main concern is getting better not only for the wife who I hope doesn’t decide to seal our fate with a divorce, but for myself. I can’t keep living like this.
I’ve realized that I want more in my life than platinum records and adoring fans. I want a family. I want to be an inspiration for people, not someone who they looked to in remembrance of dirty deeds. I’ve thought about Zemo a lot. He was my friend and while I wished things would have turned out better for him, I’m one of the lucky few who received a second chance in life. At first, I wasn’t sure why someone like me was being offered that second chance, until I realized;
Y/N. I’ve discovered that I’m head over heels in love with her and even if she doesn’t choose to stay with me, I won’t be angry. I’ve put her through so much hell the last three months that I wouldn’t want to be with me either. I’ve never been more ready to see a woman in my entire life. First, I want my relationship with her repaired and then I’ll hopefully make amends with others who I’ve hurt on this dangerous path.
My parents.
My sister.
Sobriety is going to be a big change for me, but a change that’ll be worth it in the end. I understand the consequence of my actions and now, I want to repair the damage.
“Bucky, are you ready?” The friendly nurse smiled in his direction as she knocked on the door. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt along with his leather jacket. His raven locks of hair had grown out a touch and he reminded himself to get a haircut once he was settled in at home.
“You bet… Thanks for all you’ve done, Sarah.” Bucky smiled at her as he stood to his feet. As he walked out of the room, he was reunited with Steve and Sam. They both had brightened eyes and a look of relief covering their faces.
“How are you feeling, Buck?” Steve asked as he realized all the color in Bucky’s face had returned.
Bucky nodded his head. “I feel like a brand new man.” He said, clasping the blonde on the shoulder. As they began their journey to the front door while the faculty congratulated them on graduating from rehab, they all broke out into solid grins. While they embarked for the door, you and Natasha were waiting outside for them to emerge.
“I’m nervous… I haven’t seen him in a month.”You whispered, feeling as your palms were coated with a sweat. You stood outside of the rehab center where Bucky had driven himself to after getting out of the hopsital for his overdose. Your nerves were jumbled and you just hoped that this was the beginning of a new chapter.
“It’ll be okay,” Nat smiled, rubbing your shoulder as she watched the doors like a hawk. You drew in a deep breath as you rolled onto the balls of your feet and back down, your insides twisting with a nauseating feeling.
Praying that she was right, you closed your eyes. Suddenly, the sound of the automatic doors separating caught your attention. Natasha’s hand tightened on your shoulder as she saw Steve and Sam pushed their way forward, wearing big smiles.
You reopened your eyes and your heart fluttered intensely in your chest when your eyes rested on him.He looked so much different.The color had returned to his face, the dark circles vanished. His eyes scanned the area, obviously in search for you. When they landed on you, Bucky released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of him. Bucky also felt his blue orbs glisten with tears and his chest jumped violently. His heart was thrown into overdrive as he craved to hold you. You watched when he started to quicken his steps, you doing the same. Not able to contain it any longer, you sprinted. Bucky gasped when he saw you running toward him at full-speed.
Opening his arms, Bucky caught you as you jumped into them. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he gripped onto you. His face buried into your neck, both of you started to cry in each other’s embrace.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Bucky called out, kissing your neck.
You clung onto him tighter as his arms held you close to him. “I’ve missed you too,” You whispered pulling back. Bucky’s eyes scanned your face and you couldn’t wait any longer. Holding his cheek, you leaned in and kissed him deeply.
Bucky was shocked at first, but he melted into your lips. You kissed him harder and it seemed as if time around you stood still. As you finally gained the courage to pull away for a breath of air, you licked your lips and stared at him. Bucky had a lot on his mind and while he was gone for a month, he decided that you deserved much better.
“How do you feel?” You asked him quietly.
Bucky nodded. “It was rough… But I pulled through. Each day got a little better. I had you on my mind the entire time.”
You smiled widely, nodding. “I’m so proud of you,” You whispered.
Bucky laughed, his eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so ready to go home,” He breathed out. You nodded your head, allowing him to set you on the ground. You pulled out the keys to his Ferrari which you had driven and passed them over.
“Lead the way, drummer,” You smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist. Bucky laughed, kissing your cheek as he led the two of you over to the car. He pulled open the passenger’s side door, making you squeal. Rushing to the driver’s side, he was soon putting the top down and flashing you a wide grin.
Just as he started the drive, you leaned over and kissed him softly. “I love you,” You told him. Bucky’s heart sped up.
“I love you too,” He smiled, kissing you back.
Soon, the two of you were winding down the road towards his home in Malibu.You had been staying in the home. Bucky informed someone to give you the keys to the house and make it yours.You had less than a month left before you would have to return to Brooklyn for college, yet you were somewhat dreadingit.
“What are you thinking about?” Bucky asked, turning the radio down low.
You bit into your lip. “Classes start back up next month,” You cleared your throat. “Ned, Peter, and MJ went to Spain.”
Bucky’s eyes widened. He remembered how you were supposed to do the same before he convinced you to join the tour.
“Doll, why didn’t you go?” He asked.
You looked at him through your eyelashes. “Because I wanted to be here for when you got out of rehab.” You informed him honestly.
Bucky’s heart swelled at your revelation. “And honestly? I love California,” You breathed out. “…Also, turns out that I get to graduate a semester early. So instead of fall of next year, I’ll walk for my degree in May of next year. So, two more semesters and I’m finished… Which they’re letting me go online for.”
Bucky’s eyes lit up. “What are you trying to say to me?” He laughed.
You smiled, wrapping your hand through his. “I’m saying that… I want to work on us.I’ve had a lot of time to think about the last two months, and I want to do things right.So, I’m staying in California… If you’ll have me.”
Bucky grinned. “Baby, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He announced.
When the drive ended and you two were parked in front of the Malibu mansion, you and Bucky hurried your way inside. As he made it through the front door, he stopped in his tracks. To his recollection, he hadn’t stepped foot inside of his home since before the tour started. It was a bittersweet moment for him, one that he had to take a second to himself for. And when he looked over to see his wife standing there, he bit his lip.
“What?” You giggled as you walked forward.
Bucky shook his head. “It’s just surreal to see you standing inside of this place with me.” He shrugged.
You grinned. “Well, I’ve done a little bit of redecorating. Natasha’s helped keep me occupied when I tried to run myself crazy over you.” You giggled. “New curtains… I may have ordered a new bed for your room… Or, our room. Bucky, this place is gorgeous. Everything about it, I love it.” You expressed.
Bucky smiled proudly. As he walked through, he remembered that alcohol was in the fridge. You noticed the way he eyed the appliance and you quickly cleared your throat.
“I got rid of it all,” You announced.
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
You nodded. “Every ounce of alcohol in the house both hidden and in plain sight, it’s gone. I scoped out the entire house. You’re okay.”
Bucky felt his heart swell in his chest.
“How did I get so lucky?” He asked quietly.
Laughing, you shook your head. “I want to make this work, Bucky. And it’s going to take us becoming a team.I stopped drinking, too. It’s not fair to you if I participate in it.”
Bucky couldn’t contain himself any longer. He walked forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. You gasped when his lips found yours, giving you a very passionate kiss. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hand wrapping around the back of his neck. Curling your fingers around the strands of his hair, you smiled against his lips.
“Come on! I want to show you what all I’ve done!” You squealed, grabbing his hand.
Bucky burst out laughing, tanging his hand through yours.
He was hooked. He was so in love.
And now he was on a mission to make it all right again…
This is from the Autumn, but you’ll love it anyways, especially if Dad!Bucky and Bucky Makes A Friend are your kinda tags. Also, some glimpses into Bucky’s perspective on the fact that he’s white and Sarah’s Black. This one is on the zany side. Nothing sexy, just laughs.
Also, I think I got Cass and AJ mixed up. Or not. Working on it.
Summary: It is Back-to-School season! Dad!Bucky is working on making a friend, which Sarah fully supports. But who is his new friend Perry? And what do these two get up to on a Tuesday night after work?
So much goodness in this fic. My favorite things are the conversation over hot wings and beer, and the foray into the outskirts of Delacroix. But the whole thing is a delight.
Sam stands in the chapel, looking up at the stained glass and thinking about ends of the world.
Bucky stands just across from him. He’s wearing Sam’s ancient grey US Air Force hoodie and sipping solemnly from a juice box. Sam is thinking maybe they could put a tabletop in – convert some of those pews. In college he’d spent a week bartending to cover for a friend, and he wasn’t half bad.
“So we’re adopting four kids now,” Bucky says, into the quiet.
The chapel isn’t big enough for his voice to echo. It just sounds out, matter-of-fact, and Sam, already wearied by the inescapable, unchangeable burden of life, says,
“Yeah.”
Bucky takes another sip of the juice. It’s apple flavoured; there’s a little cartoon Macintosh on the front with its thumbs up.
“Okay,” he says, and in a way, Sam supposes, that’s the beginning of it all.
Sunday Reblog - The AU Edition: hopelessby@philtstone
Yes, Dystopia, but…so much more about Family & Community and just Living Day to Day.
And also, Love slowly and gently blossoming as The World Ends once again.
The Summary and tags let you know what’s what, but note, you absolutely don’t need to know what “Arcane” is to get this. Do NOT let that stop you from reading this 18 chapter series.
Tags: SarahBucky, Bucky in the Shower, Singing, Memories, fluffy!
Words:1.7k
Thursday was Bucky’s day off. It was the day he had the house to himself all day. On Thursdays, he ran his errands, had his coffee dates with Perry, made sure that Mrs. Barker, the across the street neighbor, didn’t need anything. That Thursday, he trimmed Mrs. Barker’s hedges, for which he was paid with a paperbag full of peaches. He had no idea what he was going to do with them, wondered how many peaches he could eat before he got sick. Probably a lot.
***
Thursday was Sarah’s most unpredictable day. Prepping for the weekend rush could be exhausting, some weeks, enough to make her drink. But some weeks, everything aligned and just *worked*. This Thursday was a magical one — no one called in sick, the deliveries all came on time. She was empty handed by noon and decided to treat herself to a few hours at home. Maybe enjoy some time with Bucky before he left to DC for the weekend.
1) I love this fic! Bucky finding and learning to be comfortable with a part of his voice, shouting, through singing. And he picks a song that is in essence a shout from the heart.
And I love the conversation he and Sarah have about why he’s singing, and a little of his history.
2) It’s Adele’s Birthday! I am ever gobsmacked at the sound of her voice on the chorus of this song. It sounds like her heart just opens completely. No extraneous melisma, no screaming. No real acrobatics. Just…singing the damn song.
To paraphrase Sarah: “If you don’t sing along on that part, you just might be a robot.”
Warning: Oral sex (f receiving), angst, feelings???, unintentional exhibition, let me know if i missed any!
Summary: You never thought you’d be standing at the door of a murderer, but here you are.
A/n: I’m so sorry this part took so long, but i lost motivation halfway through :( I’ll have the next part up soon!
“Here’s your dress, Ms. Y/l/n,” The man says, flashing his smile at you. You give him a tight-lipped smile as you dig through your purse, pulling out your credit card. You’ve been getting ready for your date all day, going shopping for new shoes, buying yourself some new lipstick, and now, you’re picking up your dress from the dry-cleaners’.
You wouldn’t say your exactly excited about this date, but it’s something to get your mind off of last night. You can’t believe you got off to a murderer.
Your parents raised you better than that.
When you called your best friend up, she hooked you up with the seemingly perfect man. You’d met her friend multiple times before, but never thought of him in that sense.
“It’s already paid for.” The man states. You lift your head to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows.
“What? No, I haven’t paid for it,” You insist, grabbing your dress. The man across from the counter smiles, shrugging his shoulders.
“It was paid for by the name of…” He starts, grabbing the receipt to look at it. “Mr. Stan?”
Your lips part in shock, your shoulders falling.
Seriously?
This is what he’s doing now? He’s bribing you to come by his house? You sigh, tucking the dress under your arm and walking out of the small store. You drive all the way home, angry at Sebastian.
What does he not understand? You don’t want anything to do with him. He’s a bad person! How are you supposed to ignore him if he’s calling you and paying for your things?
You walk through your front door, shutting it behind you. You toss the dress over onto your couch, groaning. You wish you could just lay in bed all night, instead of having to go on this date.
You walk down your hallway, entering your bedroom. On your bed sits a white box, with a note on top. You jerk your head around, making sure you’re not being followed. You’re sure you locked your door, you’re positive.
Your heart thumps in your chest, knowing exactly who was in your home. But how?
You walk forward, picking up the small note.
‘If you’re going to be with another man, you might as well look good while you’re doing it. Thank me later’
The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you drop the note, tearing into the box. You lift the lid to reveal a set of white, lacey lingerie. It’s beautiful, you can’t deny that. The flower covering the nipple portion of the bra is gorgeous. You run your finger across the top of the lingerie, picturing yourself in this set.
You’ve never worn lingerie, but you think you just might tonight.
—–
“And so I told 'em, I can’t file your taxes if you’re unemployed!” Jake says, laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking. You fake a laugh, gritting your teeth. Your date has been telling a “joke” about doing taxes for the past 30 minutes.
The restaurant is loud and cluttered. Your black dress is wrapped tightly around your body, as if it’s begging you not to take it off for this man. Your white lingerie is hugging your body, reminding you of a certain man.
You’re bored out of your mind, but you don’t want to be. You really wanted to go on this date to forget about Sebastian, but it seems you’re only thinking about him more. You find yourself comparing Jake to Sebastian, only for Jake to fall short.
You really tried to be interested in Jake, but it’s impossible. How are you supposed to forget about Sebastian when he’s so… Enchanting? How are you ever supposed to be with another man if Sebastian keeps popping up randomly?
“I have to go,” You blurt out, scooting your chair out from under the table. Jake furrows his eyebrows, looking up at you as you stand.
“What? Why?” He asks. You ignore him, scrambling to find your pocketbook. Once you have it, you rush to exit the restaurant, one thing on your mind.
If you ever want to be with someone else, you have to tell Sebastian to leave you alone.
——-
You stare at the door in front of you, swallowing the lump in your throat. The taxi ride here was dreadful, a million scenarios running through your head, not sure which one will actually play out.
It’s dark outside, but you can’t bring yourself to knock on the door. Sebastian is a killer.
Had you forgotten that when you randomly decided to show up at his house? Who says he won’t kill you tonight? You know what he’s capable of. Before you can convince yourself to turn around, the door is opening, revealing a very confused Sebastian.
He’s dressed in his usual— tight, black pants and a black dress shirt. His cross necklace is nestled in his chest hair, where the top two buttons are undone. Sebastian flickers his eyes up and down your body, drinking your image in. You almost forget what you’re there for, until he flashes his white smile.
“What a pleasant surprise,” He says, stepping to the side. You plant your feet on the ground, stopping yourself from going inside. You came here to do one thing, and you know if you go inside, it’ll be hard to leave.
“You have to leave me alone,” You say, your voice shaky. Standing up to a man who has murdered somebody wasn’t necessarily on your bucket list, but here you are. Before Sebastian can respond, you continue.
“You can’t keep popping up in my life. No more paying for my stuff, no more texting me, no more inviting me over,” You demand. Sebastian leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.
“And why’s that?” He asks, his voice deep.
“You’re a bad man, Sebastian. I watched you murder somebody, I can’t be with someone like that,” You say, watching as Sebastian steps forward. There’s a new smirk on his face, one you haven’t seen yet. He uncrosses his arms, dropping them by his side.
“If I’m such a bad man, why are you wearing the lingerie I bought you?”
You gulp, taking a deep breath. He can’t possibly know you have it on under your dress, can he? You take a step backward, creating distance between the two of you. “I don’t,” You answer, your voice quiet.
Sebastian steps forward again, lifting his arm and reaching it out to you. He hooks his index finger beneath the strap of your dress, lifting it from your skin. The white strap of your lingerie becomes visible, a smile growing on his face. “Why are you lying to me, huh?”
He pops the strap back against your skin, his hand falling down to caress your arm. “You know better than to lie to me,” He says, his voice laced with authority. You can feel your mind slipping already, dragging you under, making it harder for you to deny him. His face is inches from yours, his eyes flickering down to your lips.
Cold chills pop up on your arm, where he’s caressing it. “Did he touch you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head, unable to speak. You’ve never been so fucked out, without even being touched. Sebastian leans forward, his nose brushing against yours.
“Good girl,”
With that, you let go, pushing forward and kissing him. His hands drop from your arm to your waist, pulling you inside. He shuts the door behind you, his lips moving with yours. You feel your breath get trapped in your throat, too mesmerized to remember to breathe. He grabs your waist again, pulling you forward as he walks backward. The kiss is eager, desperate, everything you thought it would be.
You feel yourself being pushed against something hard and cold, but you only focus on Sebastian’s hands gripping you, his lips pulling you in. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re able to see where you are now, taking it all in. You’re in his kitchen, your back pressed against the counter. It’s one of the nicest kitchens you’ve been in, but you’re not thinking about that right now.
“Let me taste you,” He breathes, licking his lips. A smirk grows on his face as he squeezes your ass through your dress. “Or am I too bad for that?”
You roll your eyes, reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing him down until he’s on his knees. Sebastian smiles up at you, his hands bunching the bottom of your dress up, revealing your white panties. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thighs, his eyes on yours. “Beg me,” He demands, earning a whimper out of you.
You’ve never been good at being vocal in the bedroom– especially not with men. You’ve always felt more confident in the bedroom when you’re with a girl, but you feel completely lost when it comes to being with a man. But you’ve never wanted anything more, so you’ll do whatever he wants you to do.
“Please, let me feel you,” You whisper, tugging on his hair, trying to pull him closer to your center. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties, sticking to the inside of your thighs. Sebastian shakes his head, seemingly unsatisfied with your plea.
You pout, swinging one leg over his shoulder, his face practically touching your panties. “Need you so bad, Seb, ’m aching,” You mutter, tears threatening to slip out. You think you might actually die if he doesn’t start touching you soon.
Sebastian chuckles quietly, reaching up and pulling your panties down your leg. He moans when you’re exposed, your folds glistening and gleaming for him. He spreads you apart with his thumbs, a string of your arousal spreading between your thighs. “So fucking perfect,” He mumbles, his thumb moving to your swollen bud.
You tighten your grip on his hair, resting your head against the cabinet behind you. You close your eyes, letting bliss overtake you. Sebastian presses his thumb against your clit, gently rubbing circles, looking up at you. “Does that feel good, doll?”
You nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Your moan is trapped in your throat, scared to let go. You’re caught off guard when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. He sucks on it gently, while keeping your folds spread with his fingers. You moan quietly, working up the courage to become undone. Your stomach tightens, your head filled with fireworks.
When the sensation becomes too much, he pulls away, burying his face between your legs, licking and slurping up every trace of you. His tongue pushes its way into your tight hole, spreading you open. He fucks you with his tongue, earning another moan out of you. This one is loud, louder than you thought it would be.
Sebastian moans against you, reaching up and cupping your ass, pulling you closer to his face. He adds his finger, your cunt clenching around it. You pant above him, your fingers tightening in his hair. You’ve never been this gone before, especially not so quickly.
You don’t care that he’s a bad man. You don’t care that he’s done bad things. You don’t care that he has blood on his hands.
You are completely crazy for this man.
Sebastian looks up at you, his eyes dazed, locked onto yours. “Cum for me, doll,” He rasps, his lips pink and swollen. Your moan gets trapped in your throat as you struggle to keep your orgasm at bay.
But how could you? The most powerful man you’ve ever met is on his knees for you, doing everything in his power to make you feel good.
Despite the clear power imbalance between the two of you, you’ve never felt more powerful.
You feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body, your legs shaking, trapping Sebastian between them. Sebastian coaxes you through your orgasm, pulling back and resting his cheek against the inside of your thigh. You look down at him, attempting to catch your breath.
“Holy shit,” You mutter, watching as he rises to his feet. He smugly licks his lips. reaching out and stroking your jaw with his hand. He stares in your eyes, opening his mouth as if he wants to say something, but he’s interrupted by the sound of footsteps. You both turn to face the man at the bottom of the stairs, who’s dressed in the same outfit as Sebastian.
The man with the brown hair and blue eyes clears his throat, smirking. “Sounds like you’re busy, so I’ll show myself out,” He says, turning to the door. You turn to face Sebastian, your face red and full of anger.
You can’t believe he had people over! He ate you out in the middle of the kitchen, knowing anyone could walk down and see you? You know the mysterious man heard you! When Sebastian turns to face you, his smile drops, his eyebrows furrowing.
“What?”
“You are unbelievable! Am I some sick game to you?” You ask, pulling your dress back down. You grab your phone, walking to the door. Sebastian follows you, reaching out and grabbing your waist, spinning you back around to face him.
“What are you talking about? I thought we were having a good time?” He asks. You huff, shaking your head. The way you feel now is a major contrast from how you felt earlier. Instead of feeling powerful and divine, you feel cheap and dirty. Did he just use you to make himself feel good? Did he want to show off his skills to his friend?
“You had someone over, Sebastian! I thought you really wanted me, not to just use me to make yourself feel good,” You say, pulling your arm back.
Sebastian’s face drops, allowing you to see a glimpse of what’s going on his head. Before you can figure it out, he’s rolling his eyes, clenching his jaw. “You said it yourself, y/n,” He spits, causing you to flinch.
You hadn’t realized how used to 'doll’ you’d become. Now, hearing him say your name is a harsh slap of reality, reminding you that he’ll never be anything to you and you’ll never be anything to him.
“I’m a bad man; What did you expect?”
You swallow down your response, deciding it isn’t worth it anyway. He’s right, and you know it. He’ll never be the person you deserve– the one that shows up at your door with flowers or the person who tells you how much he loves you every day.
You open the door, walking out and slamming it behind you. You rest your back against the door, taking a deep breath.
He’ll never be the one you deserve, but he’ll always be the person you want.
Summary: When you’re home alone, you convince yourself that Bucky deserves more
Warning: insecure reader, angst, throwing up, heartbreak, i don’t mean any hate toward natasha during this fic, let’s be honest if my bf was hanging around natasha i’d be insecure, have you seen her???
A/n: was requested (@scorpionchild81) but put my own spin on it to fit my 1k celebration! sorry it’s so short :(
You grip the toilet tighter as you throw up, tears rolling down your cheeks. You’ve been throwing up for what seems like hours, but you’ve been crying for weeks. This happens every time Bucky goes on a mission, leaving you all alone. Things are perfect when Bucky is home, but as soon as he leaves… The doubt sets in.
You don’t hear from him for weeks sometimes, you don’t know where he is, who he’s with… You know Bucky loves you, but should he?
How could he really love you, when Natasha is right there next to him? She’s a badass! She’s just like him… She took her trauma and made it into something positive. She’s beautiful, she’s funny, she’s strong…
All you do is sit at home and wait for Bucky to return. You can’t relate to him about much of anything. He’s 100 years old, you’re 23. Natasha might not be able to relate to the age part, but you know how deep their conversations get about their trauma.
Bucky opens up to her about things he won’t dare talk to you about.
You throw up again, your heart breaking in your chest. You don’t know why you even still try to convince him that he should be with you. You know the truth, he should be with Natasha.
You scramble for your phone, dialing Bucky’s number. You haven’t spoken to him since he’s been gone, which hasn’t helped your anxiety. You don’t want to wait until he’s home, you want the relief now. If you’re not with him, you can’t be upset about what he’s doing when he’s gone.
The phone rings, but proceeds to go to voicemail. Your breath hitches in your throat, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“This is Bucky, leave a message. Or don’t, I probably won’t call back either way,”
The sound of his voice has you choking a sob back, your lip trembling. You hear the beep, scrambling to come up with words. “Uh, Bucky… This is y/n,” You say, rolling your eyebrows as you remember he already knows who it is, thanks to caller ID.
“I know you’re busy, but uh, I thought I should tell you now, before you come home,” You say, your voice broken and quiet. You lean your head against the wall behind you, taking a deep breath. You don’t know how to break this to him, especially over the phone.
You know he’ll be better off without you, better off with someone who understands him. “I won’t be home when you come back. I’m sorry, Buck, but I can’t do this anymore. You deserve better, you deserve someone like you,” You say, your voice failing you, sobs taking over. You instantly hang up, not wanting him to hear you cry anymore.
You sob against the bathroom floor, wrapped in his shirt, knowing you’ll never where his clothes again.
—-
You’re in the bathroom of your new apartment, getting ready for bed. You don’t know when Bucky went home, or even if he went home. You’ve blocked his number, not wanting to put yourself through that pain again.
it’s over, there’s no need to rehash things when he gets home. He deserves better, that’s that. You wonder what he did when he got the message. Was he relieved? DId he run to Natasha, telling her that you were gone? Did he even miss you?
No, he doesn’t miss you. You’re not the kind of girl guys miss when it’s over. You’re the kind of girl guys are relieved about when you leave. Finally, the boring nights, meaningless arguments… It’s over.
Natasha is the kind of girl guys miss when it’s over.
You splash water on your face, closing your eyes as the cold water wakes you up. Water runs down your forearms, landing on Bucky’s red henley. You swore you wouldn’t take any of his clothes when you left, but you always did love this shirt.
You inhale deeply, trying to get yourself to relax, to forget about Bucky. You lift your head up, opening your eyes as you stand straight up. Your breath hitches in your throat as you see Bucky standing behind you, his eyes fixed on yours through the mirror.
“Bucky, how the–”
Before you can finish, Bucky is spinning you around, pinning you against the counter. His eyes are red, his lips puffy and his cheeks red. “How could you?” He asks, breathlessly.
You gulp, your bottom lip trembling. It’s obvious he’s been wrecked, just like you have been. It’s obvious you’ve broken his heart.
“Bucky, I had to. You deserve better,” You whisper, your voice breaking.
Bucky shakes his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “Better? I deserve better?”
You push past him, not wanting to be trapped in this tiny bathroom with him. “You need to leave,” You say, trying to convince yourself that’s what you want.
Bucky follows you, using his metal arm to grab your flesh one. The metal of his fingers burn into your skin, digging into your bone. “Tell me, y/n. If I don’t deserve you, what do I deserve?”
You refuse to look at his eyes. You don’t answer, wanting this to be over already. You were at peace with your decision, why did he have to come back?
“Tell me!’ He barks, raising his voice. You finally look at him, watching the tears stream down his face.
"Natasha, alright? You deserve Natasha!” You say, jerking your arm away from him.
Bucky furrows his eyebrows, taking a step back. “Natasha…?” He asks, muttering under his breath. You wipe your eyes, sniffling.
“What are you talking about?”
You shake your head, dropping your eyes to the ground. “You deserve someone like you, Buck. I can’t understand you. I can try, I can pretend I understand you, but there are things I’ll never understand about you, because I’ve never gone through what you’ve gone through. Natasha has… I can never be what you need,” You admit, your tears rolling down your cheeks.
Bucky stares at you blankly, his lips parted. You can see the gears turning in his head, but you can’t tell what he’s thinking. “Y/n… Natasha is a friend. She’s my friend because she understands what I’ve gone through. But… For you to try to put yourself in my shoes… To try to understand me, that’s what makes you a good girlfriend. I don’t need you to understand me, I just need you to love me.” Bucky reassures you, his voice soft.
You keep your eyes on the ground, sniffling quietly.
Bucky moves closer to you, reaching out and wrapping his arms around you. You fall into his touch, snuggling against his chest. “You’re the only thing that makes me feel human. I love Natasha, but part of me still feels like a monster when I’m on a mission. It reminds me of everything I went through. The best part of a mission is coming home to you, coming home and feeling like a human. You’re the only person who makes it all go away,” He says, cradling your head against his chest.
You allow him to hold you, soaking in his presence. The past few days have been horrible. You’ve been trying to distract yourself from the fact that your heart was breaking in two. You missed having Bucky in bed with you. You missed waking up next to Bucky.
You don’t want to be without Bucky, you want to be with him for the rest of your life. You just want him to have what he deserves. You lift your head, sniffling. “You’re sure I’m what you want?” You ask, your voice quiet.
Bucky cradles your face in his bruised hands, a smile slowly creeping across his face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,”
Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)
Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.
Word count:5k
Warnings: Some rising tensions, corset drama, and a little more fluff <3
a/n: I love love feedback, so let me know what you think!! There’s some angst on the horizon
“Darling, have you seen the view from the east window?” Bucky called, his voice distant from the other end of the dining table.
“Prince James, this is the third morning in a row you’ve asked me that.”
“Well, this is the third morning in a row that you’ve sat so far away.”
You glanced up from your breakfast with a small smile, your brow arched. “It is customary for us to sit here,” you explained, motioning toward the chairs opposite to each other. “That’s why your staff set the table this way.”
“Customary for who?”
“Royals, Prince James.”
Bucky scoffed, his chair scraping the floor as he got up, his plate clinking against his fork as he gripped it between rushed fingers. It took about four, long steps before he reached the seat to your left, and then he pulled it out with just as much dramatism.
“Perhaps, as a pair, we do away with royal customs that have me sitting a mile away from my wife,” he concluded, plopping down on cushion and wood with a grace he certainly hadn’t learned from a court tutor. “Besides, I’m thinking that whoever created that rule must not have been married to you.”
Your face burned as it usually did when he made comments like that. Bucky seemed to love making your relationship feel like a casual affair, as if your union hadn’t been set in stone for years, the pairing a political tactic your father used to send you away. He seemed to love making you feel like he was falling for you by choice.
“We are not even married,” you reminded him. “No matter how many times you call me your wife.”
Wife—a word he used with frequency, as of late.
He hummed. “Not yet, my princess.”
His foot slid to meet yours under the table; a small brush, but a purposeful one. You lost your breath for a moment as Bucky continued to eat his breakfast, feigning indifference with a bite of bread just as his ankle brushed yours. And then his eyes turned up to yours with a knowing glint. But before you could say anything back, the dining room doors opened with an echoing boom.
“I apologize, Your Highnesses,” an unsure voice sounded. “But… well Prince James, the queen is going over a few last minute preparations for tomorrow, and she said that you insisted on being the one to confirm the guest list.”
Bucky’s eyes refused to leave yours as he replied, “Thank you, Peter. You can tell my mother that I—”
“She told me not to come back unless you were with me,” Peter interrupted, a small, apologetic smile etched onto his face.
You bit back a laugh at the vexation blooming along Bucky’s brow, his jaw ticking as he finally tore his eyes from you. He went back and forth with Peter for a while, trying to demand more time with you since he was the one that decided whether or not Peter got knighted. But the witty squire took those empty threats in stride, further insisting that the queen was still the one he reported to.
Well, until the coronation anyway. And the wedding.
“Fine,” Bucky finally huffed, discontentedly. “If my mother truly needs me at this very moment, I suppose I will miss out on my fleeting, invaluable time with the princess here.”
You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. “I will see you tomorrow night, Prince James.”
“Yes, but there will be so many people there. And they will all want to dance with you. I hardly think I will get a moment of your time before you are whisked away in the arms of some old commander or nobleman.”
If you were being honest, the night was going to go exactly as Bucky described it. It was a ball to welcome the new princess to court; a way to introduce you to the neighboring lands and get the government of Brookshire acquainted with their soon to be queen. You would have to laugh at bad jokes and dance with old men and wear those heels that Bucky insisted you shove into the far corner of your closet.
You would have very little time with the prince, and while that saddened you, it also afforded you a sliver of unkind reality.
This night was what your entire life had been—your life before Bucky. So it would be easy to fall back into the routine, to smile when you didn’t want to and dance with those you didn’t know. You’d dance the waltzes ingrained in your muscle memory and slink back into dark corners when the men started discussing the country’s politics. And it would be okay. Because back in Hyland, you’d end these nights alone in your quarters, feeling empty and used.
But tomorrow night, you had a feeling you wouldn’t have to feel that way. That maybe, if you asked, Bucky would be there, ready and willing to make you feel whole again.
“Perhaps you would be better off finding a moment of my time after the ball then?”
Bucky’s smile was vibrant, his hands reaching out to brush your hair from your eyes as he stood from the table. He kept your cheeks between his hands for a moment longer, admiring you with your spoon still held out in front of you, an unexpecting expression on your face.
“I will,” he affirmed, leaning down to press a kiss on your hairline. You almost dropped your spoon. “I’ll see you tomorrow, darling.”
Yes—you were positive that while the ball would be draining, Bucky… Bucky would be everything you needed to fix that. Everything you needed all along.
~~
The corset pulled tighter around your ribs, Natasha wincing with each tug as she kneeled before you, lacing the shoes you surely couldn’t reach anymore. The royal dresser let out a huff from behind you before wiping her brow and tying off the ribbon. She bowed, handed Natasha the rest of your formal wear, and then left with a smile.
“She was nice,” Natasha hummed, helping you into the rest of your dress.
“I don’t think I have ever had a dresser apologize so many times,” you remarked, trying to relieve some tension on your waist. “I think she thought I was going to pass out.”
“Well, it has been some time since you last wore a corset.”
“I cannot believe I used to wear these every day,” you exasperated.
Natasha grumbled at that, replying snarkily, “You used to be forced to wear them every day.”
She laced together the final pieces of your dress, the tool and silk falling in beautiful waves along the floor. You adjusted your posture once more, trying to find a comfortable position to breathe. You were sure you looked like the perfect picture of the monarchy, but you truly were out of practice when it came to royal dress; Bucky and the ladies of this court were quite adamant that day dresses and comfortable footwear were more than acceptable for your daily life.
It was nothing like back at home, with metal binding constantly strapped to your back and your toes constantly pinched together in tiny shoes.
You comforted your friend with a hand on her shoulder and an understanding look. You knew how much she hated your treatment back in Hyland. But she knew that if she ever said anything, the small privileges she was afforded would’ve been taken from her in a single blink. And her position would’ve dropped as well, sending her far, far away from you.
“It’s okay, Natasha. It’s different here.” You took careful steps to the door, reaching for the brass handles, knowing the guards were waiting for you on the other side. “I think it will stay that way.”
The walk to the ballroom was glistening—the floors, the walls, the lights. You were in the south wing of the castle, where the balls were held and the guests resided, and—apparently—where all of the marble in the kingdom was held. You found yourself missing the charming cobblestone and tile that made up the wing you stayed in. You missed the wide open windows and the linen curtains that rustled each morning. The ocean that woke you up with a different kind of gleam… the kind that lit up the oil paintings on your walls and slid along your skin in delicate patterns.
When Steve gave you a tour upon your arrival, you hadn’t noticed the contrast as much; the castle was so large and you were taken into so many rooms. But it was jarring now—the stiffness of the guest wing. You wondered why your wing was so different, since Bucky obviously stayed there as well. You wondered who the designers had in mind when they put together the comfort that you loved so much.
“Are you ready?” Natasha whispered by your ear. You hadn’t even noticed the grand doors in front of you, their intricate wooden patterns waiting to be pushed open. You could hear the music on the other side, the sounds of expensive shoes against polished marble.
“Of course,” you replied, but your voice wasn’t as strong as you remembered it to be just moments before.
The doors were opened anyway.
Immediate silence. Violins stopped, the people parted; you stood just beyond the doors, head held high in a feigned confidence—a product of years and years of practice. The announcer called out your name and title in a voice you were so used to, and your next job was simply to smile and walk in. To make your way to the seat at the head of the room, and sit until you were asked to dance by one of the expensive shoes.
But then Bucky was there, stepping in your path with his hand held out in offerance. Bucky was there and he was smiling at you with those boyish eyes, still so youthful even when paired with his royal military uniform.
You took a glance back at Natasha, questioning your next move; she had never led you astray. With a small smile, she nodded her head, and you turned to take the hand you never quite let yourself believe would be there when you were growing up.
The music began the second Bucky took your waist. It was the Merry Widow Waltz, a dance you’d learned just after you were able to walk. An admittedly glance dance, one to welcome you to the festivities, surely, and you were glad when other couples joined the floor soon after—less attention on you, were you to mess up the steps.
Bucky guided you along the floor with practiced ease, tugging you closer to his chest around others, smiling down at you when you risked a glance up at him.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered by your ear, when the dance took you farther away from the center of the floor. “You always do.”
For the first time at any ball, you let a laugh free, “I wasn’t expecting a dance so soon, Prince James. I only just entered the room.”
He released you, using one hand to twirl you away, but quickly capturing your waist back in his grip. This was supposed to be a fast-paced waltz, with the couple leaving distance between each other for quick moves. But Bucky kept the two of you about one step behind the rest of the room, his desire to keep you close slowing you down. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care as his nose brushed yours.
“I told you, princess. You are the star of the evening. I must take all the time I can get.”
The dance ended long before you wanted it to, Bucky parting from you with a bow and wink that left you feeling privy to some information you had never even shared. Maybe that’s just how it felt to be falling in love—like you had some secret that no one else could ever understand.
You ruminated on the thought as the evening progressed. When you were spun around the room and asked about your homeland, all you could think about were the eyes tracking you from the far side of the ball, how they looked at you in a way that no one else did. When your gloved hand was kissed by noblemen and governors, you were reminded of the way Bucky kissed your hand, and your head and your fingers… how each touch of his lips sent you falling down a well of uncharted feelings.
You thought about kissing him back.
You were only pulled from your clouded daze when it was time to actually meet the other royals in the room—the whole purpose of the evening. Steve stood beside you on the steps leading up to the thrones, his shined and polished shoes just a tad bit untied.
“This is King T’Challa. He rules over Wakanda. Brookshire does a lot of trade with his kingdom.”
“It is lovely to meet you,” you greeted, shoulder slightly pressing against Steve’s chest in familiarity. “I am so excited to become more acquainted with you and your people.”
The king gave you a firm handshake and a smile, but didn’t stick around for small talk. He was one of the easier royals to meet—kind but to the point. The rest of the gentlemen were more chatty, some of the women were more stiff. A few younger royals came up to speak about future prospects and Steve had to shoo them away with a small laugh. Natasha joined you on the steps after the fourth group that came to bow and meet you, and you relaxed more then.
“Almost done,” Steve promised, a strong hand placed on your arm. “I believe there is only one more guest we have yet to meet. She arrived a little late but I saw her and her—ah, Sharon!”
You looked up from your shoes, eyes falling on the blonde in purple silk making her way to the front of the room. You recognized her; she danced with Bucky three songs after you arrived. Not that you were keeping track. A lot of people were dancing with Bucky tonight.
She reached you and offered a small smile, one you reciprocated with ease and a bow. “It is nice to finally meet you, Princess y/n,” she said, her head dipping.
“Finally?” you questioned. Queen Sharon was the ruler of Madripoor, a place you only learned about after arriving in Brookshire. You definitely hadn’t had any correspondence before this.
“Yes, I feel as if I already know you!” she laughed. “Bucky speaks of you so freely. I swear you were on his mind before he even got the chance to ask poor Steve what you looked like.”
You blinked, the use of Bucky’s name surprising you. Well—the use of his name along with Steve’s, and of the familiarity this queen seemed to have with your fiancé. But Bucky had an entire life before you came along, and you needed to remember that. It was just jarring since the past weeks had been secluded to the two of you. This was the first time you had come into contact with the outside world since you arrived in Brookshire, and a small kind of bubble was bursting.
“Oh, of course,” you conceded, with a laugh you had practiced many times. “I suppose there is much to talk about when you’ve been engaged for so many years.”
“Yes, many years.”
Her tone confused you, its slight bite unwarranted and out of place. You pretended it didn’t with another fake laugh. You couldn’t quite mask the tightness in your throat, however, the night verging on overwhelming, especially with this queen’s terseness. You took half a step back to reach the comfort of your friends.
“Well, it was so nice to formally meet you. I’m sure we will be seeing each other often with how close you are to this court.” Almost through gritted teeth. Almost. Natasha’s subtle hand on your wrist kept you polite.
Sharon’s exit was as graceful as her entrance, this time with Steve following behind her with an invitation to dance. You were fairly certain he only did that for you, Natasha’s quick glance over at your cousin conveying all that it needed to.
You turned to your lady in waiting the second Sharon was out of ear shot. “I know I’m not too versed in this kind of thing, but was she…? She didn’t like me, did she?”
Natasha gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure there are many here tonight that are—wanting for your situation. It can make them bitter.”
“Wanting for my situation?” you questioned, baffled. “And what situation is that?”
“Y/n, your fiancé would be the most eligible bachelor in the continent if not for you. You must know that. A crown, a kingdom, a face like that—he has it all, and you took it before they even had a chance.”
You reared back at her insinuation. “It’s not as if I had a choice. You know that better than anyone here.”
“I know, I know,” she placated. “But it does not help when all of the women in the room keep trying to catch his attention and he won’t stop staring at you like that.”
You snapped your gaze in the direction of her hand, spotting Bucky in the center of the ballroom, a champagne flute between his fingers and a dazed look on his face as he seemingly ignored the nobleman talking his ear off. He was ignoring him in favor of watching you, and he didn’t show any signs of getting bored.
Your eyes turning to him was all the confirmation he needed to end his mundane conversation, his drink suddenly pushed into the hands of an unexpecting man. He weaved through the crowd with small apologies and light smiles until he found the base of the stairs, and you did as well, your feet guiding you down to him subconsciously.
“Princess,” he greeted, breathless. “Am I correct in assuming that this next moment of time belongs to me?”
Your smile was contagious, any ill feelings left by the thrones, far away from Bucky. “Completely.”
And even though your feet hurt terribly and your chest struggled to capture a full breath, you felt lightheaded as he whisked you to the floor, carefree. He gathered you in his arms and you were transported to the horses and the flowers and the rays of canary-colored sun that usually came with his citrusy scent, the hints of early morning tea and comfort all wrapped up in the man holding you so closely.
But then the music started, and you were very abruptly thrown out of the dreamy solace you loved so much.
“I do not know this dance,” you panicked. “Prince James, this waltz—what is it?”
Bucky shook his head with fond eyes, his thumb brushing down your temple. “There is no waltz for this dance, my princess.”
You gaped. “I will embarrass you. I’ve never danced without a waltz before. I’ll look like a fool, Prince James, I cannot—”
“I requested this song for you.” Bucky kept his voice low, and you struggled to maintain a calm state with others dancing around you, apparently so sure of the next steps to take. “They play it at every ball, but there isn’t one dance for it.” He let both of his hands trail down to your waist—certainly not a proper position. “Let me show you.”
Your heart beating out of your chest, your palms damp from panic, you nodded your head because as much as you hated to admit it, you’d let Bucky show you just about anything.
And so he showed you.
His hands never left your waist, even when the rest of the room parted to spin and take up hands with others. He consistently held you to him, and his laugh echoing against your chest was the sweetest sound, surpassing any melodic flutes or violins in the space.
You had no idea what pattern your feet were making, nor how many times you had spun around in the same spot on the floor, but Bucky didn’t seem to care. His fingers ran up the boning of your corset and brushed the small bit of exposed skin above your shoulders; they trailed there until he pressed his palm to your neck as well, ushering your head to his chest.
The music kept its upbeat tune, but you did not, because Bucky held you there instead. The reverberation of heels and leather pounded into the soles of your shoes, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move—couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed when the consistent thud of Bucky’s sweet heart was there against your cheek and wholly, completely yours.
You pulled away slightly, head light from the champagne or your fiancé’s touch, you couldn’t tell. “Bucky,” you whispered, a secret in the air between you, one he would surely keep. “Shall we leave?”
And although it was long before the others would turn in, some guests even staying the night due to how long they would dance, Bucky couldn’t help but give you anything you ever wanted.
“Of course, my darling.”
He would think about the way his name sounded on your lips every night for the next week, but for now, he held your waist as you giggled and pretended to sneak around confused party guests. He fell in love with you just a little more, watching your dress slide against unused marble, knowing that the girl he chased through the halls was just that—a girl. Not a royal or a pawn to be moved around.
But you were his girl, and that made all the difference.
~~
“They are sleeping, princess.”
“You told me there were ducks here.”
“I am very sorry to disappoint,” Bucky laughed, feigning sincerity with a hand over his chest.
You hummed. “You don’t seem very sorry.” You stepped back from the pond, taking a seat on the bench under the aging willow. “In fact, you appear to be very amused by my sorrow.”
Bucky scoffed, rounding his side of the tree to come and join you. He was mused from the night, his hair disheveled and his collar askew; he looked kissed by joy and roused by the dim shine of the moon, and you were having trouble conjuring any other picture of beauty.
“I can assure you,” he spoke out to the pond, his thigh pressing to yours. “Your sorrow could never amuse me. Shall I find a groundskeeper to wake the ducks? Would that appease you, my princess?”
“Of course not. Then the ducks would resent me.”
He turned to you, adoration shining with the stars in his eyes. “We wouldn’t want that.”
With the crickets blaring amongst the high brush by the spring pond, the water rippling with small life, you leaned your shoulder into his. Bucky responded with a brush of his fingers against yours on the surface of the bench, capturing them after only a moment’s hesitation. When he pressed your palms together, words were falling from your mouth before you could stop them.
“I would paint this,” you admitted, only a little embarrassed. “I used to paint. In secret.”
Bucky’s thumb brushed the back of your hand before he responded, “I know. Steve would tell me of your works—how beautiful they were. I don’t know if you got my letters—”
“I got them,” you interrupted. “I just… I didn’t think they were coming from you. I thought they were a ploy from your court. Some obligatory correspondence.”
“They were from me. All of them.”
You knew this. After all of your time with Bucky, you knew that those words were his and his alone; that his sentiments were sincere and that he was a kind prince that would turn into an even more benevolent king.
Minus the ducks of course.
“You could still paint here. If you’d like to, of course,” Bucky whispered. It was almost lost in the rustling willow leaves.
You took in a large breath, gearing up for a long protest about why that was unnecessary—your hobbies were not something that should take up the time of others—when a sharp pain sprouted just below your ribs. The corset, of course; sitting too long with your chest confined in such a way was never good for heavy breathing. You attempted to ground yourself with a steady hand to your stomach, but Bucky was more observant than that.
“Are you alright?” he stressed, standing and bringing you along with him. “Did the tasters miss something? Have you been poisoned?”
Your laugh was stifled by the steel boning along your waist. “No, Bucky, I am fine. It’s nothing to concern yourself with.”
“Thank you for the dismissal but everything to do with you is my concern.”
You focused on the soft pressure of Bucky’s hands on your hips as you steadied your breathing; you had a lot of practice with this kind of feeling, and after a few moments it would pass. But with Bucky tilting his head to catch your eyes, the worry set deep in his brow, you were having a hard time with the otherwise simple task. When he brushed his touch up to your chin, angling your gaze to his, you were no longer sure if the corset was the problem.
“What is it?” he asked, so gently you almost fell into the words
“My corset. I’m just not accustomed to the restriction anymore. It will pass, Bucky, just give me a moment.”
“It’s so tight that it’s hurting you?”
“That is typically the purpose of a corset,” you jested, a grim smile passing over your face.
Bucky shot forward, quick hands coming around you to find the hooks of your gown. “You must take it off.”
It took you a moment to register his words, but as his nimble fingers found the top clasp of your dress, you knocked his arms away at the absurdity.
“I cannot!“ you exclaimed. “If someone were to see me undressing out here with you, there would be an unstoppable onslaught of rumors.”
Bucky huffed, now a slight tightness in his jaw, more concern shining through. “Rumors about what, darling? A couple, engaged to be married, having a secret rendezvous by the pond? I’m sure there is more interesting court gossip than that.”
“We are not yet married.”
“And I am simply trying to ensure that my fiancée doesn’t suffocate,” Bucky rushed, attempting once again to free you from the uncomfortable garment. He got a clasp free this time.
You slid back, unraveling yourself from his arms. “Prince James!” you scolded.
“Back to that? I’ve become so fond of hearing you say my name.”
“Fine,Bucky,” you tried. “Either way, you cannot take my corset off. It is… extremely improper. The dressers have to do that, and they typically prefer to do it inside.”
With all of your frustrated huffs and helpless quips, you found yourself struggling more and more to capture a full breath. Your chest rose and fell at an alarming rate, your hands coming up to set comfort into your stomach, but finding little solace there. You were panicked at the prospect of someone finding you out here, half dressed, but the alternative—keeping the corset on—was becoming impossible.
What surprised you, however, was your lack of discomfort at the idea of Bucky pulling the laces from your back. You hadn’t even given that aspect of it all a second thought when he reached for you, instead focusing on the humiliation of discovery. You didn’t have time to unpack those feelings; Bucky was talking again, low and comforting.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do.” An answer without hesitation—without thinking.
He smiled, softly. “Then turn around.”
Your gaze flickered between his eyes a few more times, your skin resisting the soft breeze on your cheeks. Bucky’s lips parted before he reached for you, and the sword he had strapped to his hip on the way out the door clinked against the metal of his belt. It took one final, nervous wring of your hands and you were facing the willow again, blind to Bucky’s actions.
His fingers touched you first—tentative against your neck, sweeping the ties from your necklace away from the laces of your corset. They lingered there, and you could feel the gentle puff of his breath prickle your skin. He trailed down the indent of your spine until he met the base of the ribbon.
The first pull left a sound resonating past the pond, silk brushing against silk, cotton releasing from its bind. Bucky’s left hand came up to steady your waist in an unnecessary touch. It warmed you through your dress, consumed you like a fire that bloomed up past your neck and spread through your mind.
And then he pulled again and again and again, each tug loosening your chest and constricting it for a completely different reason. You held the corset against you when it fully released, and Bucky let his hands slide up your arms as you stood there, lashes fluttering for someone that couldn’t see it.
“Is that better?”
“Yes,” you breathed out, unable to turn around. “Much better, thank you.”
Lips behind your ear, stealing all of the air from your body with their gentle pressure. “We must get you back in your room before others see you in such a state of undress.” His hands squeezed your arms. “I think my quarters are closer.”
Your face burned, turning on the heel of your shoe with gusto. “I think you are pushing it.”
Bucky reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, playful eyes never straying lower than your lips. “I was only joking, my darling,” he hummed, cupping your cheek in his hand. You leaned into it instantly. “I’d wait forever for you. You know that, don’t you?”
And a part of you, the part that was growing and becoming so used to Bucky’s sweet disposition, did know.
On The Tip Of My Tongue, On The Top Of My Thighs- Part 1
Word Count: 2.7K
Warnings:Mafia stuff. Mentions of violence. Mentions of guns. Blood. Dissing of the Italian Mafia bros. Innocence which leads to Corruption kink. Obsession. Manipulation. Age gap ( early 20’s and 30’s). Imagine a wolf tailing a lamb. That’s it. That’s this.
A/n: Its here!!! Finally!!! And its gonna be long and detailed because thats what I love. All the love and thanks to the lovely @mobbucky for being my wonderful beta and assuring me that this one’s worth it.
There weren’t many instances where Bucky would trade an evening of drinks and entertainment for a more subtle, dewy night spent in the comforts of his penthouse. Right now, he would be giving off rubies to random strangers to get away from this incredibly hostile bullshit.
If only that could buy his way out of this idiotic conference of morons.
So he did what was probably expected of guys like him. He snapped his fingers, fixing the tick in his jaw in favour of not contorting his appearance for these wannabe gangsters, schooling his features into a nonchalant neutral. It worked wonders- he could feel the rich taste of the scotch linger on his lips a tad longer, and the poorly imitated reject specimens of some Italian mob he was supposed to talk to looked a tad more uncomfortable.
It was a win-win.
Bucky fiddled with the wrist watch on his right hand, the refraction from the polished gold in the chain and the diamonds in the dial being much more entertaining compared to whatever music was playing up front, the dancers having abandoned the stage for a more ‘up-close’ performance.
Talk about inviting a bunch of imbeciles with a grunting problem to a private booth.
Snapping his fingers, Bucky locked eyes with one of these new guys- all fresh from Italy and hardly adjusting to the norms of his city- they had taken the liberty to take up some- and by some he meant a lot- of space in the docks all for themselves and their petty arms code, delaying the shipment of some of his custom French fineries. That in turn pissed off some eighty-year-old benefactor who sponsored his side businesses, and when Sam and Steve’s tactful approaches and Walker’s smug threats of beating them to a pile did not work, here he was.
“I can pay you. Handsomely.” Ever heard of magic words? Genies? In his world, these were the ones carved in celestial gold, holding a significance like none other because they grafted almost everyone- the rays of human sin- greed, had everybody he knew in a chokehold.
And damn, wasn’t he feeling that greed? To get the hell out of these squirmy, uncomfortably tight velvet couches over to the balconies overlooking Vegas, where he could gaze at his kingdom and feel the satisfaction zip through his veins- to at least drink in peace. He could even go sway on the dance floor- those addicted juveniles would make more intelligent company than the ever so hyped Italian mafia, and Bucky was mostly done.
Summary: Bucky has a thing for sundresses, he loves it when you wear them for him. All you have to do is saunter around in his favorite one and he’s willing to do whatever you want.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Bucky being a 6′4″ menace, sex against a wall, praise kink, implied body worship.
A/N: Based on a tiktok about sundresses, written on my phone. Comments, reblogs and likes are cherished
This is not the fic about the first time he saw you in a sundress, oh no he was way worse that day.
Bucky loves it when you wear dresses, you look beautiful in the classic little black he bought you for a party but his favorites are those colorful sundresses. The ones that show off your luscious curves, and slide across your ass with every step, highlighting your body in ways the other dresses can’t.
He goes feral every time he sees you in them. He likes you in sundresses more than you like him in those grey sweatpants.
You can get him to do anything you want if you ask him while wearing the one red with the thin gold straps. Granted, he’s going to do whatever you want anyway, but he appreciates the extra motivation.
And he knows, he absolutely knows, what you’re doing when you saunter around the house, wearing a new sundress. Enticing him with your pretty smiles and even prettier eyes as the soft material sways around your hips.
It doesn’t matter because he’s always ready to give you anything including giving you the moon whenever you want. He’s just waiting for you to ask.
That’s the power you have. And he loves it.
Bucky’s trying to behave, he really is. Even keeping his eyes on the manual he’s studying, telling himself to stay focused while you moved around the living room.
Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count:3300+
A/N: Here we go ladies and gentleman… Buckle Up!
Chapter 7:
Slowly, he turned to see… Her.
Green eyes. Black hair that looked like it was meant to be brown, but hadn’t been washed due to neglect. Pale skin due to lack of sunlight.
“Marley,” he said softly, raising his hands in surrender. He didn’t want to harm her and he wanted her to know that.
“You see her?” Y/N was breathless in the comms as she started moving toward his direction.
“Marl-”
He was cut off by her raising her hand like she had in all those videos right before taking her victims life.
He immediately flinched away at the movement knowing there was no beating it, before…
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Nothing happened. Not even a tickle. He had turned away from the gesture and somewhat curled into himself when there was silence and he felt no different than normal.
He opened his eyes, not realizing he had scrunched them shut. Upon turning back around, Marley was giving him a confused look with her hand still out stretched. He looked down at himself, examining for injury, but he was untouched.
She flicked her hand again, yet all that hit him was a small feeling of discomfort, but it wasn’t anything close to what could have been.
He looked down at his arms and saw the slightest glow had overtaken them. Highlights of the runes Y/N had casted on him showed to be in use.
“Not going to work Marley,” a voice broke him out of his trance.
Y/N was behind them both, staring sternly at Marley’s back.
She turned quickly at the new threat and hesitated. She cocked her head to the side as if analyzing Y/N. Did she recognize her?
Y/N noticed the shift and her serious face dropped some. She put her hands up showing she wasn’t trying to fight her.
“Mars,” she said her nickname. “Please don’t do this. I need you to snap out of it.”
Marley twitched her head again. Trying to put a name or any form of recognition to Y/N’s face, but in the end it only made her more frustrated.
She threw both hands out with practiced movements in an attempt to fight, but nothing happened. Y/N was unscathed.
“I told you. It’s not going to work,” Y/N said, taking careful calculated steps closer. “Snap out of it. Please.”
“There’s nothing for her to snap out of,” a voice came on over an intercom they hadn’t realized worked. “Her brain chemicals have been altered for a more efficient use.”
Y/N looked up at the speakers mounted on the wall, collecting cobwebs and looking as though they had been out of use for years on top of years.
“Who the hell are you?” she shouted in an enraged way, quickly turning back to Marley, not to take her eyes off her.
“Doesn’t matter. Not like you’ll find me,” he responded. His accent a thick russian one. “We’ve already vacated and left our little pet to clean up for us. Though, I must say. I wasn’t expecting a couple of Avengers to be our guest.”
“You’ve killed multiple agents, experimented on a wide group of people, and kidnapped someone very close to me. Are you ignorant enough to think we wouldn’t?” Y/N replied with venom in her voice.
“Lucky for us, even an Avenger level threat doesn’t phase us given our experimentations,” he paused and there was a cockiness in his tone. “Subject 9, terminate threat.”
And as if a switch flipped, her eyes blinked and she was immediately back to killer mode.
She started to levitate in her spot and vibrations started to shake the walls.
“Bucky, get out of here,” Y/N said in an even tone not phased by the power emitting from the young woman. As if she knew what was happening, but fear was still relevant in her voice.
“I’m not going,” he shouted over the loud clanking and shattering of things falling around them.
“If you don’t go now, you won’t make it out,” she said a little more gravely.
“Nice try, but not happening,” he said matter of factly, standing back in combat mode.
“Jesus, you’re hard headed,” she groaned before lifting up and throwing what he could best describe as energy rays at Marley.
It blinded Marley at first, but then she threw back something at Y/N that actually knocked her on her ass.
Y/N slid across the ground hitting and fumbling into a steel table. Bucky watched as it all played out in front of him and the first thing he could think of was to wing the enemy.
He grabbed a revolver out of his thigh holster and aimed for Marley’s shoulder. First shot made the hit. She flinched at the pain and turned her attention to the weaker opponent.
He realized his mistake as it didn’t really do much damage to her, but he shot again, hoping to leave flesh wounds, but by the second shot, she raised a hand stopping the bullet mid air.
“Shit,” was all Bucky got out before she was throwing him now across the room and into a wall.
“Marley! Stop!” Y/N shouted, quickly back on her feet.
Marley turned back to the higher threat and tilted her head down, giving Y/N an evil and sadistic stare.
“I don’t want to hurt you Mars! But if you don’t stop, I can’t let you keep going on like this.” Y/N’s voice was ridden with regret and hurt as she said those words.
“Y/N, she’s brainwashed!” Bucky grunted as he stood up from his spot. He held his ribs as they had crashed into the sharp edge of a table bringing a stinging pain internally with it.
“No,” Y/N shook her head in denial. “Mars, it’s me. Come on. I’m supposed to look after you. I don’t want to do this.” Her hands were now raised in a position which showed she was ready to fight, although reluctantly.
Bucky watched as no emotion crossed Marley’s face. He recognized it all too well. It was the same face he had seen in videos of his old self. People pleading and begging him to stop and give them a chance, and not a single thought besides death was behind his eyes in those moments.
Still floating mid-air, she threw both her hands, palm showing, to Y/N and strong vibration waves tunneled in on her.
She was quick to deflect it, putting up a force field of sorts crossing her arms to block the hit thrown at her.
But Marley saw how well she fought her off and amplified her strength against her. Pulling her arms back and pushing out again with more force.
Bucky watched as Y/N’s knees buckled just a touch at the strength, but still stood.
As if collecting every ounce of energy from Marley’s exertion, she threw her arms back to her side with a grunt sending the force right back to Marley, throwing her off balance.
Marley shot back at the hit and fell against a wall. She was quick to try and regain her balance, but Y/N threw another round of energy at her. Each time Marley tried to bounce back, Y/N was keeping her down with calculated, yet brash hits.
It didn’t look to be hurting her, just stunting her own motives and keeping her at bay.
“Snap out of it!” Y/N shouted with anger as she threw hit after hit and Marley kept coming back for more.
“Y/N!” Bucky shouted, trying to get her to snap out of it. They needed a different approach, but he didn’t know what.
He looked around for tools, clues, anything to shut Marley down, but not hurt her.
Along the wall, a shut down freezer full of trifled through viles and medications. He ran for it, looking back to see the two women going at each other. One trying to kill the other and one just trying to slow the other down.
Quickly, he examined the contents of the viles and saw things like penicillin and ampicillin, simple antibiotics, but nothing useful to take down a girl like Marley. Then he saw two vials that he knew with the right mixture, could aid them.
Hurriedly, he found a needle and measured out the contents before turning back to the other two.
Marley was adapting to Y/N’s hits, and Y/N wasn’t trying to amp up her punches, making it easier for Marley to overpower her again soon.
Bucky snuck through the room in a skilled way that kept the attention off of him and maneuvered to them both.
“Stop fighting, please!” Y/N shouted for the hundredth time.
Finally Marley let out a blood curdling scream that seemed to channel her vibration manipulation straight through Y/N’s energy fields, causing her to grip her ears shielding them from the pain.
Bucky cringed at the sound himself, but continued to make his move.
Just as Marley was seconds from quite possibly incapacitating Y/N, Bucky jumped from behind and stabbed her in the neck with the syringe.
Marley flinched at the pain and turned to once again throw Bucky against a wall. His head met the concrete with a horrible smack and he went limp against it.
“Bucky!” Y/N shouted, watching Marley turn her attention back to her and tilt her head as if victorious finally. “Mar-”
Rage burned in her eyes and she decided to use her own hands instead of her powers to punish Y/N. She punched her once then twice. She blocked the third and fourth and, irritated, Marley used her powers to throw her opponents head into the ground.
Y/N blinked repeatedly after the hit, having not been ready for it and also not fighting back hard enough. She was out of practice in this area somewhat and her reaction time was hindered not just by lost muscle memory, but the fact the person hurting her wasn’t just another bad guy.
The black haired woman raised her hand again, but began to blink rapidly and she stumbled in her step forward. She tried to snap out of the instant haze that hit her but she couldn’t. Knowing she was growing weak, she used the last bit of her energy to try and punch and hit Y/N again, but it was equivalent to a mediocre agent trying to take a swing at her.
Y/N blocked it and used the moment of confusion to throw a wave of energy at her, knocking her back and on the ground.
She tried to regain her balance, but with the mixture of what Bucky just hit her with plus the energy blast Y/N sent, she couldn’t find her footing.
She shuffled backwards on her feet and hands. Fear showing in her eyes for the first time.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Y/N put her hands up. Her temple was bleeding heavily and starting to bruise already under her eye.
As she moved toward her, Marley tried to raise her hand and hit her with another wave of vibrations, but it was weak compared to her prior powers. Y/N was able to wave it off.
Sending her apologetic eyes, she knelt down and pressed a finger to her forehead even though she cringed away from it.
Her body went slack, but held against the wall. She was slowly blinking out of the haze she had been in too long.
“Wait, right here. I’ll be right back,” Y/N sighed in relief, taking a second, and then squeezed her shoulder before running to where Bucky had been flung.
He had come back to consciousness, but he was still out of it.
“Hey, hey. Take it easy,” she kneeled down beside him.
When he looked up, blinking away the stars that were glistening in his sight and saw blood all over her face.
“Y/N,” he said quickly, concerned and reaching forward to her.
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” she shook it off, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. She sent him a small smile even though there was no happiness behind it. “Let’s get you fixed up.”
With a wave of her hand and in a blur, Bucky’s splitting headache and pain throughout his back was gone. He was back to full strength. And because of that, his first and only concern was Y/N.
“You’re head,” he stood up, helping her as she stood with him.
“I’m not worried about it,” she waved off, turning back to where she had left Marley.
Bucky would have argued, and hell he tried, but she tuned him out and set her attention strictly on Marley.
“Hey,” she sat next to her, careful to make sure she wasn’t the most recent version of herself.
Marley stared at her somewhat bewildered and then a frown started forming on her face.
“What have I done?” she whispered looking at Y/N in horror.
“You did nothing. That wasn’t you,” Y/N shook her head furiously.
“I-I killed so many peop-” Marley started to choke on her words. Her voice rough from little use.
“Stop. Don’t do that to yourself. Not right now. We need to get you out of here.”
Y/N was on a mission and in big sister mode. She would take care of her and bring her back to health when they were safe, but right now was not the time.
“It’s not that easy, Y/N,” Marley muttered, not moving from her position.
“Sure it is.” Y/N was analyzing her surroundings, not really knowing what she was saying, and trying to choose her next move. “Bucky, can you help me-”
Before she could finish her sentence, the place began to rumble and the ground beneath them shook violently.
She looked quickly to Marley with confusion written all over on her face.
“That’s not me,” Marley shook her head, looking around her as well, but she didn’t seem as phased by it.
“What is that?” Bucky spoke up, crouching some as pieces of concrete started to fall around him.
“I told you it wouldn’t be that easy. You guys need to get out of here,” Marley grunted as she re-positioned herself.
“We need to get out of here,” Y/N corrected. “Come on. Stand up.”
“He won’t let me leave,” she shook her head.
“What do you mean he won’t let you leave?” Y/N asked, starting to get irritated. “Marley, stand up. Come on. We don’t have time for this!” she shouted, pulling on her arm in a frantic manner.
“Stop! It’s not going to work out in my favor!” Marley snapped.
Y/N pulled away and looked at her concerned. Her hesitance was quickly wiped off as she went into mom mode.
“Get your ass up, Marley,” she said sternly.
“Let me fix this,” the young girl practically begged.
“There is nothing for you to fix. They abandoned this place and it looks like they’re going to destroy it. All we can and need to do is get out of here,” Y/N said, standing a little taller, frustration growing in her words.
“That’s not them destroying it. There’s a giant nuke underground,” Marley shook her head again, still not budging from her spot. “What you feel is it being triggered and if it leaves here, something terrible is going to happen.”
“What?” Y/N audibly gasped. “What are you talking about?”
“That’s their plan B. I know how to dismantle it, but you both need to get out,” she started to stand, holding her ribs as she cringed at the slight pain.
“I can take care of it,” Y/N shook her head. “You get Bucky out of here.”
Not even knowing where the thing was exactly, Y/N turned determined to find the weapon.
“Stop!” Marley shouted, the ground shaking even more forcefully causing them all to lose their footing some.
More pieces of concrete and debris began to fall from the caving ceiling. Marley quickly moved to where she was cutting Y/N off from her path. She wasn’t going to be the one to destroy the thing.
“So help me God, I’m not losing you again. Go before I make you,” Y/N said with a fierce tone. No room for debate.
“Just know that I’m doing this more than just for me,” Marley said with a sad smile.
“Mar-”
“I’m sorry,” she said before sending her one last smile. “I love you,” she mouthed.
And just as Y/N raised her hand out, Marley shook the ground to the point a whole wall of rocks cut her off from Y/N and Bucky.
Dust filled the air and before she could fathom what just happened, she was pulled back into Bucky’s arms to keep her from getting hit from more of the debris.
Once out of the way from falling pieces of the building, she quickly waved her hand, the dust accumulated into a cloud and she pushed it away seeing a barricade of broken cement keeping her from where Marley was sure to have run off to.
That wasn’t going to stop her though, she was ready to move every ounce of those rocks in a blink of her eye, but again, the walls and floors shook.
“Y/N, we have to get out of here! The place is going to collapse!” Bucky shouted, pulling her wrist to keep her from going far.
“Like hell I’m leaving her again!” she shouted back, attempting to pull away.
“Y/N please! If you die too, she would have done this for nothing!”
“I don’t care!” Y/N pushed on, but with the wrong step and so many pieces of rock and asphalt falling, she missed the piece that came and fell hard on her shoulder. “Shit!”
“Y/N!”
It hit hard. Not just leaving a scrape, but a deep gash. On top of that it looked as though it dislocated it as well.
She blinked away the pain and attempted to let the adrenaline take over, but Bucky decided he was taking charge now.
Everything was a blur after that. She remembered pushing and fighting against Bucky, but she also remembers being discombobulated by everything around them. Alarms were blaring, ceilings were caving in, her legs were barely moving.
The last thing she remembered was the blast of everything going off.
A piercing sound took over her senses. It was dark outside and the little bit of light in the middle of nowhere came from the calming tones of the moon and the angry fire of the facility up in flames.
“Marley,” she muttered out, finding herself laid out on her back in the grass about 20 feet away from the wreckage. Blood hindering her sight. She tried to blink it away and as she wiped her hands down her face, the crimson color covered her hand.
Was it her blood or-?
Bucky groaned as he rolled on his side. The two had been thrown about 10 feet from the explosion after it went off. Meaning, they were only 10 feet away when everything combusted.
“Are you ok?” Y/N asked, looking over at him and slightly scooting to see any injuries.
“Nothing past bruised ribs,” he answered. “I’ll be ok.”
Y/N stood, placing a hand on her shoulder and feeling the wetness of the cut, but not actually feeling the pain just yet.
Bucky was calling her name as she limped to the rubble that burned in front of them, but she blocked him out.
Her lip began to tremble and the tears in her eyes started to wash the blood away as she processed what had just happened.
“Marley,” she whimpered again, limping a little faster.
“Y/N!” Bucky shouted behind her, slowly getting to his feet. Again, being ignored.
“Marley,” she started to cry, knowing what she’d find, but hoping for it to be the opposite. “MARLEY!”
But what was done, was done.
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Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3600+
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Chapter 5:
The rest of the plane ride, Y/N went to the back for some privacy and Bucky took the time to review the files she had come up with and had handed over to him.
There was still no background of who the head doctor or facilitator was of the whole operation in present time, but they learned that the group’s name was called Chimera. And if you can’t guess from the name, they were a branch of Hydra.
Real original picking another greek monster with three heads, huh?
Anyway, for the last 40 years they had been hunting down children who were a part of the mutant gene pool and scouting them out to fight. Majority of the time selling to the recruitments that they were starting a new group like the Avengers that they could train on. Other times, promising them a safe place and new home where their powers were appreciated. With these two types of promises, there wasn’t much convincing outside of that to get young kids and teenagers on their team.
But in it, there were harsh experiments that ended with many dead. They didn’t care though, they had them at their disposal at this point.
It seemed as though the operation was the same one that Marley had been a part of, but after all this time, it was being led by a new group of scientists and division. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing and what their project was.
However, they were being tracked by SHIELD as soon as they picked up on their activity. But it seemed as though each location found, was a shell of what actually had been going on there.
There were left over experiments, failed serums, and what looked like ransacked dens as they packed and moved to their next location. Clearly whatever was going on, they were steering clear of SHIELD and what would be the end that would soon come to their operation.
The evidence showed that Marley seemed to be once again used as their main guard dog. She had been left behind at operations to tack off any agents that came to snoop.
The first few raids seemed to be clear, but as of the last two missions, Marley was there to show SHIELD who they were messing with. It most likely was a scare tactic to keep them from following them, but all it did was now put one very pissed off and powerful Avenger on their trail.
And boy was she tracking them… All the research of some high level agents and Tony himself came nowhere close to what Y/N was able to put together. It helps when you’ve gone against these people before and know how they work. When they’ve hurt someone you love once, you dive into who they are and how to make them extinct.
Unfortunately, rats can easily flee without being noticed and build their nest all over again.
After 13 years of thinking they had killed off the group, just this last month Tony got more intel and thus brought it to Y/N’s attention. Now they were headed to Plyos, Russia in hopes of finding some run down building where they normally would set up camp and operate.
Y/N and Bucky had been to two different warehouses and one abandoned barn so far and nothing had come up. Each time both of them being just that… Abandoned. Not ever a sliver of evidence of a possible evil scientist lab being of use at some point.
They were back on the jet at this point. It was close to 7 at night and a blizzard was making its way in town.
Bucky slowly approached a defeated Y/N as she sat staring at the same papers that got them there. Hoping that something new would catch her attention and point her the right direction after so many wrong turns.
“Y/N,” he said quietly. She stayed staring at the notes. “Listen, I know you want to keep looking, but there’s a big storm moving in. As great as Stark’s Tech is, I think it would be better if we found a motel or something to stay at for shelter.”
Like snapping out from a daze, she shook out her head and looked up at him as if just noticing he was there.
“What?” she said, blinking and rubbing her eyes. Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure when she had slept last. Even beings with that much power need rest, right?
“A decent sized blizzard is coming. I think we should find a place in town to stay,” he summed up.
It took her a second, but she shook her head in agreement and began to stand up and brush her pants off.
“зимы здесь суровы, как горечь смерти, the winters here are as harsh as the bitterness of death,” she muttered, and Bucky let out a low chuckle.
“некоторые могут даже сказать резче, some might even say harsher,” Bucky responded with a wink before turning back to grab his bag.
She smiled at that softly before grabbing her own luggage.
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The two were able to find a run down motel to call shelter for the night. Because it was an extremely small town, they didn’t want word to get out two Avengers were in the area and scare off a possible raid they were working on. Even though it was starting to look like they weren’t in the right place for that raid.
Y/N had just gotten done taking a shower, and was coming out of the bathroom with her pajamas already on. Bucky had already taken his when they got there and Y/N went out to get them dinner.
The motel was tiny with just 10 rooms and of course, only three of them were actually in service. After some miscommunication with the motel manager, they ended up in a room with two queen sized beds. It wasn’t an issue for Y/N, so it wasn’t an issue with Bucky. They were professionals and Y/N didn’t seem to be one that was apprehensive about sharing a room with a stranger.
Bucky was sitting on the bed with files laid out in front of him and a few new ones they were able to print off in the jet showing a layout of the town.
He could tell Y/N was frustrated and on edge after the last failed search and all she had been doing was pacing as she read and researched more trying to find what she missed.
She was ruffling her wet Y/H/C hair with a towel in one hand and the other held a chunk of papers with new information Tony had sent them before they found the hotel. She paced the floor with some old cabin socks on, sleep shorts, a large t-shirt sticking out from a sweatshirt that was 3 sizes too big, and a pen in mouth that she was nervously chewing the tip of as she read passages in front of her.
Bucky was scanning a map and would look up every once in a while feeling the stress radiate off her. This was the first time he hadn’t seen her hair up in a braid, bun, or some other intricate style laced with a scarf of some sort. It was a different look on her, but it was nice. Her hair had a soft mix of curls and waves as it dried and it looked soft like silk.
Maybe this wasn’t the best time to be watching her like he was, but even in the short time they’d known each other, there was a comfortable and friendly energy between them instead of the stranger-like awkwardness.
But as he was watching her movements and analyzing her, she stopped in her pacing and began to turn around. He quickly looked down at the work in front of him again in hopes he didn’t get caught.
“I don’t get it,” she groaned, fisting the towel in her hand by her side and throwing it on the back of the chair as she took the pen out of her mouth. “It lined up to be the places we went and we didn’t even see a single piece of evidence that someone could have been there within the last month…”
Bucky stayed silent, worried anything he said would only make the frustration levels higher. Plus, it seemed she was thinking out loud, so he gave her the space to get it all out.
“Every place was the perfect hideout, and hit all their requirements to work a lab in…” she started pacing again. “I know that the first place we landed would probably be just a stepping stone to where we needed to go, but I wasn’t planning on coming up completely empty. There was a 99% chance of finding something.” She threw the papers in hand down on her bed and stared at the wall like it was the reason for her coming up short.
Bucky took notice of how her eyes furrowed, her nose scrunched just a tad, and her fingers wiggled by her side.
“I’m killing my brain,” she mumbled.
Bucky let out a small laugh and she turned her head to him with a defeated look.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh,” he apologized, attempting to wipe the exhausted smile off his face, but he failed.
“No, please do. One of us needs to find some form of happiness on this trip,” she smiled softly back.
“This isn’t much of a happy mission,” Bucky replied, watching her intently as she turned and sat on the bed.
“No, but I’d rather not focus solely on the inevitable bad that’s to come,” she sighed, falling back in a star position on her bed, with her legs dangling over the edge.
There was silence for a second, then Bucky spoke up with one of the many questions he had.
“Hey, when you were talking about your friend Lori earlier, you said ’one of the many times you attended college.’ What did you mean by that?”
Y/N sat up with a grunt, but still slumped in her position. Exhaustion was clearly winning at the moment.
“You live as long as me, a college education doesn’t hurt,” she smiled faintly. “Plus you get bored and might as well educate yourself.”
Bucky nodded in agreement. “How many times did you go?”
“Oof,” she huffed, letting out a breath as she thought about it. “Well, there was a good chunk of time where a woman going to college was outrageous and inappropriate. Not that that stopped me. I still got an education, although it was under the table. There’s no documentation of that.”
“Whatisdocumented?”
“Let’s see… Bachelor wise; Bachelors of Arts in History, Bachelors in Environmental Health Sciences, also Environmental Law. A few others in art studies, oh! Also a Bachelors of Science Education in Elementary education. I have a few masters and doctorates that expand on each of those, but you get the gist.”
“Wait, Elementary Education? Like a teacher?” he asked somewhat shocked.
“It’s quite the trying field to go into, but boy is it worth it,” she smiled at the thought.
“How long were you a teacher and what grades did you teach?”
“Um, well I was off and on for about 20 years. I had to modify my degree so it didn’t look like I graduated back in the 70’s and was somehow 27 during 2001,” she laughed. “But I stayed with the middle school aged kids. They’re so hormonal and trying to figure themselves out, I may or may not have used my powers to give them a sense of calm in the raging times.”
“Wow…. What haven’t you done?” he chuckled lightly under his breath.
“Even with all the extra time given to me in my life, the human race has created so many things and hobbies that I truly have so many more to experience,” she laughed, looking down at her hands clearly more to her thought process than just that.
There was a minute of silence as Bucky took in what she said and Y/N didn’t elaborate on her meaning beyond her comment.
Bucky was going to question on, but her phone began to ring and she jumped up to grab it.
Looking down at the caller ID she looked back at Bucky.
“It’s Tony. I’m going to take this,” she said with an apologetic smile as she swung her legs fully over the ledge and moved to the door. “Y/L/N,” she said professionally into the phone, walking out into the frigid cold with just a sweatshirt and shorts on.
Bucky realized that last part right before the door shut and cocked his head. Maybe her power protected her from the cold?
He went back to the maps on the edge of his bed and stared at them even though his mind wasn’t on what they contained. To be honest, sleep was on his mind, but also he was trying to imagine Y/N as a teacher.
She seemed to have the spirit for it and she was right. In a middle school room, those kids would probably thrive on any form of energy that wasn’t their hormones and moods shifting every two seconds.
He had laid back on the bed with a map in hand to look busy if she came back in, but slowly, he started to drift off to sleep, realizing he had been up for over 30 hours at this point.
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Y/N had stayed outside for close to 20 minutes on the phone. She was cold yes, but she was able to form somewhat of an invisible bubble around her that kept any heat she had in. Pro’s to energy bending. You could do a lot more with it than most could imagine.
Tony was discussing sending new coordinates her way and an old map they dug up of some underground coal mines. But just as he was explaining what could possibly be in those mines, Y/N heard what sounded like screaming coming from the door behind her.
She turned not hearing it once she looked at the wooden barrier and tuned out Tony. She waited a second and focused in on the energy in the room and felt distress.
“I’ll call you back, Stark,” she said quickly and hung up the phone as she opened the door.
Bucky was laying on his back, but was twitching and tossing his head side to side in a violent manner every other second. Grunts were trying to come out of his mouth, but his jaw was so tight and tense, nothing came out.
“Buck,” Y/N started walking quickly to his bedside.
She looked seeing maps and papers thrown haphazardly from the edge of the bed, likely from him kicking them off. The ones close to his hands were scrunched and some slightly torn.
“Bucky-” she started again, gently touching his arm, but in that quick moment, his metal arm reacted by grabbing hers and beginning to bend it back in a way it shouldn’t have. “Ow!” she shouted, and looked up to see Bucky staring at her hard, but that wasn’t the Bucky she knew. It was a scared, angry, and frightening version of him.
Instantly she brought her other hand up without hesitation and pressed her palm to his forehead. Right away, a breath of relief was let out and his body went lax, including his grip on her arm. As if snapping out of the trance, Bucky realized his position and that he still had a grip on Y/N. Even if it wasn’t harmful anymore, he dropped it immediately and quickly distanced himself from her by crawling back on the bed more.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he said repeatedly, eyes rapidly checking her from a distance for any injuries. “I’m sor-”
“Bucky, it’s ok. It’s fine,” she said, putting her hands up in a way to show she was harmless. She knew for him getting closer would scare him as he worried about hurting her any further. So instead she put her hands up and showed with a small reassuring smile she was ok. “I’m ok. It’s all ok.”
“I-I-”
Another apology was on the way, but she put her hand up in a way to stop him from saying anything further. Instead, she moved that cautious hand toward the arm that was red and already bruising from the incident. In a slow gesture, she waved her hand over the arm and the white light illuminating from her palm caused him to squint slightly at the brightness.
When he looked back, any sign of injury was completely gone. Her arm was normal. As if she had just walked in and he hadn’t almost snapped it in half.
He looked at it bewildered and then looked at her kind eyes that sent a consoling look.
“If you’re going to have nightmares around anyone, might as well be someone who can heal themselves,” she shrugged. When he looked back at her with uncertainty, still not trusting himself she assured him again. “It’s ok, Buck. I’m not hurt. If I was, I’d say something.”
He looked from her arm back to her eyes, still trying to get his bearings from just waking up and seeing what he had just did.
“Can I show you?” she asked after a minute of heavy breaths and fear still radiating off of him. It took him a second and he nodded so slightly that she barely caught it, but she laid her palm face up and silently offered him to take it.
He looked down on it. His rigid posture still present and anxiety clear, but slowly he put his hand in hers. And like all the times before, that wave of relaxation and comfort flowed through his body. However it wasn’t the feelings that she was giving him, but instead she was sharing what her own feelings and disposition was. She was showing him just how unbothered by the situation she had been.
“I promise I’m ok. I’ve been through a thousand times worse,” she winked in a way to comfort him some.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, his hand still gently in hers, but his tensity gone now.
“You’re absolutely fine,” she said just as soft.
There were a few long moments that carried out with the atmosphere of serenity.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime,” she nodded before going back to her bed. Their hands sliding off the other slowly as if to drag out a second of the touch as long as possible. “Wanna talk about it?”
He shook his head no and brushed back his hair.
“Just nightmares… They usually happen when I don’t sleep for a substantial amount of hours.”
“I’m sorry,” she said genuinely. “I feel like that’s my fault.”
“No. No, it’s not. I-” he let out a small relaxed laugh. “I rarely sleep the hours people are supposed to.”
She tilted her head at his confession.
“So you have nightmares often then?”
He caught how he just gave himself away and shook out his head, moving to the small kitchenette on the other side of the room.
“What was Tony calling about?” He avoided eye contact as he grabbed the glass cup from the motel and wiped the rim with his shirt before filling it with water.
She noticed the change in topic and went with it.
“New blue prints and maps are coming in. I’ll go to the jet in a little and get them. He said he would send them over, so it should be about 10-15 minutes before they’re all printed.”
“I can grab them,” he volunteered, chunging the glass of water before filling it again.
“Yeah, no. You’ll catch a cold,” she shook her head, grabbing a pair of thicker pants to change into.
“And you won’t?” he countered, but when she gave him a certain look, he put what had happened in the last few minutes into context. “Oh right.”
“Plus, I can fly. You’ll have to take the car and it’ll just be faster for me,” she let out a long sigh.
But not from irritation, it sounded like exhaustion. Which Bucky had detected long before they even arrived at the motel.
“Can you promise me something?” he asked, turning and putting his hands on both sides of the counter behind him.
“Maybe…” she replied, pulling her cargo pants over her sleep shorts.
“You need rest like I do. Promise you’ll sleep when you get back. We can look at everything tomorrow with fresh eyes,” he bartered. She hummed considering his offer. “We’re no good running on fumes. Either of us.”
She took in his reasoning and nodded. She hated to admit it, but she was tired. A good night’s rest would be helpful for her straining eyes and tired muscles.
“Ok, I’ll make that promise. But you’re a part of that deal too.”
“Me getting rest?”
“Yes. Are you ok with me using some of my magic,” she fiddled her fingers in the air like a magician. “On you to make sure you sleep well?”
“I think I can get behind that,” he chuckled. She nodded in agreement as she moved to the door to start her journey to the jet hidden off in the forest. “You sure you don’t want me to come with you?”
“I’ll be fine. Besides, if I were to get hyperthermia, I could heal it,” she winked, opening the door, letting in the air that was similar to the arctic water.
“Be safe,” he said with slight concern still.
“Will do, partner,” she saluted before disappearing into the winter weather.
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