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Summary: What if you got to meet Bucky before?
A/N this is a short one but there is more coming soon I promise.
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The ring stopped and you found yourself once again in the twenty first century looking at Bruce. To your right Nat took a minute to acclimate and turned to you.
“You okay?” She asked. You could tell she genuinely cared and so instead of giving the short, abrupt answer you normally would whenever she asked you something you replied,
“I don’t know. That was unexpected.” You answered honestly.
“But not bad right?” She asked.
“No, just seeing that version of him, it was nice. He was different. Before all the bad happened, before the Winter Soldier, before….” You went on.
“Before other women.” Nat finished for you.
“Yeah.” You had heard the stories, but you knew she was including herself in that comment. You knew you needed to talk to her, air everything out, but first you needed to get out of there before you ran into Bucky. You were thankful and almost relieved when you looked around and found him gone from the room.
“I’m gonna take off. I need to get out of here for a little bit and clear my head.” You started to walk off the platform.
“I’ll see you later y/n.” Nat said and you turned and nodded your head at her.
Hurring to your locker, you grab your coat and purse and hurry towards the elevator.
Once in the parking garage you make your way to your car and leave.
During the drive you email Maria to let her know you need a few days off. Its Christmas and it shouldn’t seem suspicious. Everyone would assume you were spending time with family or friends. Only you’d be spending it trying to recover enough from the night so you could face Bucky.
You spent the next few days in a hotel in Brooklyn. You had room service and watched a lot of Netflix. The first day your phone had gone off almost non stop with the team checking on you. Once you assured them you were fine and that you were just taking some much needed time to regroup they took the hint and left you alone. All except Bucky. He had asked you where you were and if you needed company. You had told him you were fine, still within the New York City area but that you needed to be alone. You knew he didn’t know what happened, Nat had texted you that she would never tell anyone what had happened and you believed her. He was persistent, wanting to meet you, wanting you to tell him what was going on. You finally muted the notifications from Bucky and left your phone mostly untouched. You weren’t ready to face him.
Christmas Eve arrived and you decided to take a walk and see the lights and take in Brooklyn. You’d never spent a lot of time here and you wanted to see it and take it all in.
Putting on one of the outfits you had bought yourself in the shop across from the hotel when you first arrived, you grabbed your coat and purse and left.
Once outside you went to the coffee house down the street and grabbed a danish and coffee to go. You spent the next hour roaming the area and soon found that it was getting dark.
While you were walking you found yourself thinking about the time spent in 1943 and with Bucky. He had asked you to meet him after the war was over under the lamppost down the street from the nightclub where you had met him. What would it hurt? To walk and see the club.
You headed down the street and turned at the corner where the club had been located. It was still there, oh no longer a club, but the building was there. The first floor where the club had been was now a bar. You walked in and stood in almost the same place you had that night. On the stage a band played and couples danced. You smiled at the memory and was about to go to the bar and order a drink when you heard from behind you.
Prompt: The reader has been busy and stressed and decides to blow off steam an extra hour after the week comes to a close. Reader over does it but doesn’t take care of herself, leaving Bucky worried.
One shot
Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: Indication of body issues and eating problems
I open the fridge looking for anything that seems appealing. The cloud of fog thickens in my head and my eyelids are heavy. I’m starting to realize my extra time at the gym this morning may have been a mistake. The second mistake is living with a bunch of guys who never have food in the refrigerator.
I grab the contents to make a sandwich and make my way over to the counter. Scratch that, I’m making myself two. I’m not sure what I am putting on the sandwich, as long as it ends up in my stomach who cares.
“Hey doll,” Bucky walks over and kisses my temple from behind.
We’ve been dating for a few months but Steve introduced us years ago. He has been very slow to warm up, but hopefully he knows I’m not going anywhere. When we first met it was almost comical. He barely said a word and hardly looked into my direction. He later admitted that he was afraid of scaring me or hurting me somehow. So he kept his distance, up until we all came back from the blip and Steve left us.
“Sweetheart, you look a little pale.” He comes to the other side of the counter and gets a better look at my face. “Are you feeling okay?”
I feel my energy depleting by the second, but I respond with a nod. If I look this worn out, I couldn’t image how I would sound. I just need to get some food in me and I hope that is enough. Maybe a nap, a nap sounds amazing right now too.
Bucky’s gaze lingers on me for a moment more before leaving my peripheral vision. I hear cabinets open and Bucky wrestling around with crinkling bags. Next, he moves onto the refrigerator. He grabs some of the things I am no longer using and returns them to their spot, and I hear him grab something else as well.
Bucky appears besides me once more and arranges a plate of food. He places a little pile of grapes, along with a thick slice of watermelon. Two hands grab at the sandwiches before me and places them on the plate of fruit.
Before I can even look up at him in protest, Bucky lightly takes his hand in mine and leads me to the couch in the next room. His head nods for me to sit down and I oblige. Bucky places the plate of food on my lap and takes a seat next to me. I knit my eyebrows in confusion but his face gives nothing away. His beautiful eyes flicker to my food and back to my face.
“Okay fine.” I say with a smirk before popping a grape in my mouth. He seems pleased as his posture becomes more relaxed. His fingers twirl some hair hanging from my ponytail and I can feel him silently urging me to eat some more.
“Buck I’m okay.” I plead, but truth is I’m too tired to really convince him.
A few months ago, I had more time to workout and I did. I spent as much time as I did today in the gym 5 days a week. Most of the day following I was pretty tired. I remember going through two or three cups of coffee a day to make it to bedtime. And suddenly it clicks.
“You don’t look okay,” Bucky whispers.
His eyes flicker to mine and I see some of the worry he keeps hidden. I take a bite out of a sandwich. The surge of energy waves through my body almost instantly. I know it isn’t taking effect yet, but if I feel this great already then it is a start. I figured out recently I wasn’t eating enough back then. I felt like I was sleepwalking through the day. I never told anyone because I didn’t want them to worry, I scaled back on my workouts, and made sure I was eating enough for what I was doing. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who noticed I wasn’t eating enough.
I finish eating my plate a lot faster than I anticipated. The dried sweat clings to my skin and clothes to my back. Quickly I excuse myself and run to a shower.
The warmth of the water feels good against my skin. In true girl fashion I grab my shampoo bottle and begin singing along with the tune playing off my phone. The shower is my stage and the sound of the water mimic my cheering fans in the audience. Sam has complained a lot about me using all the hot water. I told him that the show must go on.
Only this time the show may need to be cut short. The music seems to be coming from a distance and my eyes are beginning to feel really heavy. I lean my body against the cold shower wall and find a little comfort in it. The peace only lasts a moment as my body heat replaces it.
On instinct I get out of the shower and grab a towel. I take a seat on the floor and place my head in between my knees the best I can. Taking deep breaths, I find the world come back into view, enough to get myself from the floor and into my bedroom.
I grab the closest things resembling clothes that I can find as the world begins to shift again. Struggling to put them on, I stay on the ground as I decide it is good enough. Closing my eyes, I tell myself I will only stay here for a few minutes and then I’ll go get coffee.
I allow my body to lay a few minutes more after I start to feel better. Letting it soak up as much strength as it can to get me into the kitchen, and hopefully without running into anyone in particular. Except I am not that lucky.
Bucky rounds the corner of my door frame and I nearly knock into him. It takes more strength than I’d like to spare to catch myself and stay balanced. Thankfully there is no spinning, just overwhelming exhaustion. But the next thing I know, my feet are no longer on the ground and two arms cradle me into a toned chest. They set me on my bed and find a nearby blanket to wrap around me.
He doesn’t say anything before he leaves. Bucky doesn’t say a thing and leaves me alone in my bedroom with the door open. If it wasn’t for being so tired, and my bed being comfy, I would have followed him. I would have tried to convince him that I was okay and ask he joined me for another morning snack.
Guilt begins to make its home in the pit of my stomach. Bucky cares so much about me and I can barely take care of myself. It’s selfish, I shouldn’t be worrying him. It is not like I am trying to do this. It was a mistake; one I’ve made before but hasn’t taken this much of a toll on me before. The best way I could describe it is feeling like a stale cookie that has not slept in a week. Well, I guess if cookies slept that would make more sense.
I hear his footsteps down the hall from my door. Maybe he’ll yell at me. That would be better than the silent treatment. At least I would know exactly how he is feeling instead of having to guess.
Bucky enters the room with a tray of food and an unreadable expression upon his features. Great, this will be fun. He carefully places the tray next to me and takes a seat near my feet. I sit up a bit and see that the tray is filled with all of my favorites. Not really caring which one I want first, I grab a random item and start to devour it.
“The last time you looked this pale was months ago.” Bucky breaks me out of my thoughts. I can see him trying to decide if he wants to continue. “I’m worried about you. You started acting like you again once you stopped working out so much. Your eating never changed but you had more energy.”
“Bucky I am eating, see.” I take another bite of the sandwich. Please, I just need him to see that I am okay.
“It isn’t enough.” Bucky sighs and soothingly rubs my feet through the blanket. “If you keep doing this, you’ll have to eat all the time until maybe the afternoon, maybe. I know you and you won’t do that. It will slow you down.”
We sit in silence as I continue to eat. Bucky moves his hands to my calves next and I can feel more of my muscles loosen. His eyes seem far away in thought, not like earlier when he watched me eat. I wonder what he is thinking. I understand that not eating enough is dangerous, but I can’t help but feel like I am eating too much when I do. It has been a constant struggle since I was a teenager, and for the most part I felt like I was doing an okay job up until recently.
I try to imagine what it would be like if the roles were reversed. If I was the one having to beg him to eat enough, or to stop working out quite as much. I paint the picture of us sitting on his bed while I massaged out his muscles while I make him eat a plethora of foods. Seeing him on the ground because he is too exhausted to even crawl to his bed or for help.
“I’m sorry,” my voice comes out course and small. I can sense tears not too far behind.
“I know, doll.” Bucky gives me a little smile and his dazzling eyes find my own.
I finish all the food on the tray and set it to the floor beside the bed. Bucky comes up beside me and helps us both slip in under the covers. I cuddle into his chest and his warm arms engulf me to him. Forever safe in his embrace and it reminds me of things I already knew but needed to be reminded of. Bucky is the best man I could ever ask for… and I need to try to do better, not just for him but for myself too.
Original Prompt: You are the newest recruit for the Avengers. Your room is right next to the Winter Soldier, and since being here you are awaken by the sound of Bucky restless after his nightmares. One night you decide to go in to check if he’s okay, and your relationship transforms in a way you never thought possible.
Part:9/9
Author’s Note: Okay dang… so it was three years ago when I first started this. My first ever fanfiction, and series. I started writing this cause I was in a very low point in my life and needed to let these feelings all out with a nice silver lining, which is where Bucky comes in. It really helped and I loved the support and requests I have gotten along the way. You guys helped me pull out of it, unfortunately I wasn’t in the same headspace to continue with this story. I hope you all believe me when I say I have truly been working on a way to finish this for the last few years. I wish it didn’t take this long and I am thankful for all of you that are willing to see how this ends. I hope you enjoy it! I love you guys :) <3
Maybe if I can get Steve to… no I can’t send Steve down there. They will be expecting it, especially since he knows the layout. Any scenario I can think of plays a loop in my head, leading on a massive headache. Leaning onto the cool table I press my forehead against to alleviate the pain.
Tears build up in my eyes as exhaustion and frustration course through my veins. How am I supposed to figure this out if I can’t stop crying? Every time I hit a block, which is often now, a wave of overwhelming despair sinks me to my knees. Warm salty tears fall down my cheeks as I meet the hard tile floor. A burning sob rips in my throat but I fight against it. If I don’t let it out then I can push it in, maintain control faster.
“(Y/N)?” A gentle and concerned voice steps next to me. A hesitant arm winds around my shoulder pulling me into a slightly muscular chest. Tony. “We’ll get him.”
I try to speak but the sob erupts from deep inside and swallows me whole. Complete cold darkness fills my veins. His words feel like lies, but I can’t afford to think like that. Tony is right. We’ll find him. I Just hope that when we do, it won’t be too late.
“He is strong (Y/N). You helped him before.” Tony’s voice is powerful over my sobs. He strokes a comforting hand through my hair. Being closer to people has gotten easier. “You’ll help him again.”
We stay in silence, exempting my sobs. Tony just holds me together as I threaten to break at the seams. More scenarios run through my head but I can’t think of anything I haven’t thought of before. There has to be something else. There just has to be, otherwise I don’t know if I could survive truly losing him. Even if I keep breathing, a big part of me will be dead and only Bucky could resurrect me back to life.
“I wish I took Natasha instead of Barnes.” Tony mummers, not thinking I could hear him. That is when inspiration strikes.
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“If we get in close enough Natasha can infiltrate without being detected.” You continue your pitch. “She can take them down from the inside allowing us to get in and save Bucky. I’ll also need Clint and Thor. I’m sorry Steve and Tony but they would expect you two. That’s why I’m not going in either.”
The team looks at each other in confusion. They all agreed to my plan but I suppose they believed I would go in too. I knew they would fight with me on going so that’s why I am staying on the quinjet, not that they know that either.
“I gotta say kid,” Tony steps forward. “I thought I was gonna have to pass on your plan but you did good work.”
“Bucky would be proud (Y/N).” Steve interjects.
A surge of gratitude flows through me as I walk over and hug them both. Since getting back I have been tough to be around, I’m not going to lie. I’ve been working on being close to people again and even though my stomach turns, I do not pull away.
“Alright, let’s suit up.”
Bucky’s Pov
Loosing track of time in a place like this is easy. I won’t stop. I won’t stop protecting you, and I won’t stop loving you. There are no windows to tell if it’s day or night, random tests that leave one tired and disoriented. But for Bucky there are the added nightmares.
Screaming, he jolts from the ground ready to fight. The nightmares have grown increasingly worse as time continues on. Good memories turned into nightmares of him killing everyone he loves, and they fill is conscious as he remembers his latest dream.
Dreams of being around (Y/N) snuggled together on the couch, or her showing him new foods blindfolded. Any dream that is remotely good is turned into his worst nightmare. I won’t stop. I won’t stop protecting you, and I won’t stop loving you. The only thing he has left to cling to is the fact that he knows (Y/N) is safe at the compound surrounded by her family. It was so easy to offer himself up to replace her in their experiments. Bucky loves her too much to even think about her returning to this hell hole, and he knew she would be safe with the team.
“Get up.” Someone from outside commands.
Too tired to fight anymore, Bucky does as he is told and heads toward the door. The locks systematically unlock creating a clicking pattern, almost like a song. Coming face-to-face with a guard Bucky expects him to turn around and direct him toward the next torture chamber with his name written all over it.
“Now don’t tell me the untamable mustang is broken.” A friendly female voice jokes beside him. “Don’t let (Y/N) see that.”
Nat. Bucky recognizes her in an instant. She always talks to him like she has a permanent smirk tattooed on her face. Knowing something is about to go down he centers his mind. He is not about to let any distractions keep him from escaping. I won’t stop. I won’t stop protecting you, and I won’t stop loving you.
Your Pov
“I thought you were staying at the compound.” Clint raises his brow.
“God Clint, you really have the dad stare down to a T.” I try to lighten the mood with no success. Huffing I roll my eyes. “Did you really think I was going to wait another minute to see him?”
Pleased with my answer, Clint walks to the other side of the quinjet to keep Thor occupied. I figured that by now the rest of the team would have pieced together where I am. Honestly, who could believe that I was just going to sit around for him to come home? He would be doing the exact same thing for me. Hell, he switched places with me!
We land in no time, the boys take their positions like we discussed and wait for Nat to come with Bucky behind her. My plan will work, it has to work because I need it to. I don’t know what version of Bucky will be coming home with us but he’s still my Bucky. I am willing to do whatever it takes to get him back.
A thunder of bullets invade my senses as Natasha comes into sight. Fear strikes my heart as I wait in anticipation for Bucky. Suddenly there is a cry out and Natasha’s frame falls to the ground. Immediately Clint is out there trying to get to her but someone one else researches her first.
Bucky swoops down and picks Natasha up with one arm and cradles her body to his chest. My legs start to wobble and I grip onto a panel to keep myself up right. Tears flood down my cheeks as I take in the sight of him. I can’t believe it is actually Bucky, I have been prepared for my plan to fail but I haven’t prepared myself for it to work. I’m bringing Bucky home!
“Nat, we are going to get you home and patch you right up.” Clint’s voice waivers slightly. “You hear me?”
They lay her down in the middle of the quinjet, but I cannot move. My body wills me over to clean her wound but my mind is trained on Bucky. As if on cue he finally looks up at me. He gives me a perplexed look, like he is trying to decide if I am real or a figment of his imagination. I shiver at the thought of all the horrible things Hydra did to him while in there. Should I walk over to him? Can I touch him? Kiss him?
A fire ignites in my chest as I walk in a painful slow motion. All I want to do is run into his arms, his safe-warm arms and kiss him. Late at night I would envision various scenarios about being together after we save him. Some where we wouldn’t leave each other’s rooms for days and just hold each other. Others where we would cry constantly at the harsh realities that Hydra forced upon us both.
Bucky’s expression falls into furrowed borrows and a frown. I stop in my tracks and assess what I should do. Should I wait for him to come to me? I can’t imagine why he is looking at me like this.
“It’s me Bucky, (Y/N).” I say loud enough for only him to hear. “It is really me.”
Bucky doesn’t say anything. He barely reacts. Pondering for a few moments more, Bucky finally takes a step toward me. I let him take the lead and stay in my spot, my heart racing with anticipation. His body is only mere inches away from my own. Blue orbs circle around me, drinking me in. Every few seconds his hand will twitch, gaining the courage to touch me.
Eventually his soft fingers graze against my shoulder. His touch sends an electrifying pulse through my core. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and the urge to wrap my body around his. Bucky gets a little more brave and cups my cheek in the palm of his hand. Our eyes gaze into the others and I can see his defense start to melt. Whatever lies they have been feeding him are ripping from the seams. He is deciding what to believe.
His hand leaves your cheek leaving the skin cold to the air around it. But before I could miss it, Bucky’s arms wrap around my waist as I am pull into his embrace. His chest rests against my own as he sags into my hold. The remaining part of his energy is depleting and so is the rest of his resolve. Bucky hides his face in the crook of my neck, and I begin to feel the light kiss of his fallen tears escaping from his beautiful eyes.
My grip on him tightens as I feel a few stray tears fall against my cheeks. Warmth, joy, and electricity erupt in my chest. The realization is finally starting to hit me, I have my Bucky back. The only man I have ever truly loved that loves me back with the same fiery intensity.
“I won’t stop.” Bucky’s muffled voice vibrates against my skin. “I won’t stop protecting you, and I…”
Bucky’s words choke against the side of my throat. Tears of my own impede my vision as I keep my sobs at bay. They are last words he spoke to me on the worst day of my life. His promise, which became my promise.
“I won’t stop loving you.” I finish for him.
A Year Later: Your POV
Nerves run down the sides of my limbs down to my fingers and toes. Pacing back-and-forth, I think of all the things in my life that have lead me up to this moment. My father who abused me in more ways than one, my aunt who kicked me to the streets, Steve who found me, and meeting Bucky. The love of my life. It has been a year since I got him back from Hydra, half a month before that Bucky switched places with me, and a month before that I was taken by Hydra. It all feels so long ago, but like it was yesterday as well.
“(Y/N),” Nat’s voice breaks me out of my trance. “They are ready for you.”
I nervously swallow as I offer a nod. With a reassuring smile she turns around toward the door and I follow her lead. Memories of my time with Hydra flood my mind and it is almost overwhelming. I won’t stop. I won’t stop protecting you, and I won’t stop loving you. I repeat Bucky’s mantra. He later explained that he repeated those words to himself when being in that cell became too much. As a reminder of why he is there, his promise.
Descending the stairs I am careful not to trip down them. Nothing is easy when in these heals, but they complete the ensemble. According to Wanda this aspect is very important, I’m sure it is, but I feel like to me there is something else significantly more important.
I see Wanda a few paces ahead of me. She gives me a goofy wink as the excitement bursts off of her body. A soft giggle dances in my throat that I allow to escape. It is a good day, the perfect day.
“Are you ready?” Tony’s deep voice lures me to his attention. “If not we could always duck out of here. No one would ever have to know. Though I’d probably feel a little bad. He did ask my permission after all. But again only a little.”
I hit my hip against his in a joking manner that grants me a laugh from him. Wrapping my arm around his I take a deep breath trying to calm what is left of my nerves. Tony knows there is no where else in the universe I’d rather be than right here… or well perhaps a few yards from here.
Suddenly the music changes indicating that it is my turn. The traditional “Here Comes the Bride” floods the room from a secluded piano. Bucky requested it, still old school at heart. The church doors open wide indicating your presence. Tony and I walk through the doors to the beat of the song. I find familiar faces in the crowd of people taking in the site of me in a wedding dress. The one dress I will ever allow myself to wear.
My eyes cling to the family I have found at the Avenger compound. The people who always have my back. Rounding the corner I am found face-to-face with him, Bucky. My Bucky. I won’t stop. I won’t stop protecting you, and I won’t stop loving you. He stands at the end of the isle in a black tuxedo. His hair slightly shorter than how he usually wears it. The biggest smile with tear streaked eyes marveling as I continue toward him.
The floor beneath my feet is gone. I’m floating, gliding toward him. Toward my forever. Every last nerve or fear of self-doubt has fled since the moment I laid eyes on him. My grip on Tony’s arm lightens and air fills my lungs. A bone tearing smile rips across my face and I’ve never felt so much happiness in my life. Maybe that’s why I had to go through so much pain and suffering. So I could fully and confidently one day experience this day.
Standing before me is Bucky, my soon to be husband. Tony guides my hand to Bucky’s who swiftly accept it in his. Being this close allows me to see the how incandescently happy he is and I silently pray that we have a forever of this.
“We are gathered here today to celebrate the love of Bucky Barnes and (Y/N) (L/N).” Steve’s voice rings out to the crowd. “I’ve known Bucky for quite some time. Every girl he met had a thing for him, but the only one that ever caught his eye is (Y/N).”
Bucky’s hand lightly squeezes mine. I sneak a glance at him and find that his radiant smile is still shinning across his face.
“Though the hardest parts of their lives they found comfort in each other which brings us here today to their wedding.” Steve looks first at Bucky with pride gleaming from his eyes. Looking to me I see some tears building up as he looks at me like his little sister. “Bucky repeat after me, I-“
“I Bucky Barnes.” He interrupts Steve and turns toward me. My eyes become lost in his. No one else exists, “take you (Y/N) (L/N), to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for rich or poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do we part.” Bucky takes my other hand with his metal one. “I won’t stop. I won’t stop protecting you, and I won’t stop loving you.”
My trance continues as I stare deeply into his dark eyes. I don’t hear Steve begin my part of the vows for me to repeat. All I can see, feel, and hear is Bucky. Everything else is white noise, lost. Taking a deep breath I say the vows like I’ve imagined saying to this man the moment I fell in love with him.
“I, (Y/N) (L/N).” My voice slightly wavers as the overfilling joy takes over my senses. Bucky squeezes my hands once again and I am centered. “Take you Bucky Barnes, to be me husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for rich or poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do we part.” Taking a deep breath I continue the last bit. “I won’t stop. I won’t stop protecting you, and I won’t stop loving you.”
Summary: On the run from his violent past, Bucky has sought refuge in a small town in Mexico where he enjoys the peace and quiet of not understanding a word of Spanish. A peace that is violently disturbed when he runs into the most annoying woman he has ever met.
Bucky can still hear the sound of his bone snapping even after he’s woken up.
“Fuck!” He hisses and clutches his chest, desperate to get the image of the grinning Hydra agent out of his head so his heart can relax.
The nightmares are always terrible but tonight’s horror reel had been about the first round of torture he’d ever gone through and he always has trouble calming down after that one.
“It’s not real,” he whispers to himself and rotates his eyes over the fix-points of his bedroom; the window in the ceiling, the crack in the back wall, the black curtain hiding away the night sky. “You’re in your bedroom,” he breathes, “you’re safe. You’re in your bedroom.”
With his eyeballs still rotating over the shadows in his room, he slowly feels his heartbeat calm down and his pulse relax. The blood is no longer rushing violently to all his limbs but still, he cannot get the image of his torturer out of his head. He can still hear the sound of bones crunching underneath the curve of the baseball bat, can still feel the cold metal appliances against his skin, see the light reflected in the gold tooth and how the army cap with the red octopus at the front comes slightly askew when the malicious Hydra agent laughs at his screams.
“That’s it,” Bucky resolutely pulls off the blanket from around his body, yanks on the nearest pair of jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt before he grabs the keys for his motorcycle on the kitchen counter and leaves his place in a hurry. He needs to get out of there fast so he can breathe properly again. Luckily, it doesn’t take more than the feeling of mechanical rumbling underneath him before his lungs are filled with air.
He is safe.
He does this routinely; rides around the different neighbourhoods of the town looking at the colourful street art until he’s fairly sure he can fall back asleep with an empty head. It’s the only way to stop the grinning executioners from ruining the rest of his night and the day after too.
With the wind pulling back his hair, airing out every last thought of Hydra from his foggy brain, he drives around for quite some time. Enjoys the crisp night air and the many murals surrounding him as the image of the gold tooth blurs more and more until it’s almost completely gone from his mind’s eye.
With a relieved breath, he’s just about to turn back to his place when he looks up the dark street to his right and sees a small figure that he despite the darkness recognises immediately.
Her.
She’s staggering along the narrow street, her legs wobbling over the loose cobblestones below her as she’s clearly too drunk to walk straight in her high heels. Still on his bike, Bucky is watching her from afar but still doesn’t miss the hissed “ah shit,” when she puts her weight wrong and almost twists an ankle. “I’m too drunk,” she quietly admits to herself with a laugh and unsuccessfully tries kicking off her shoes. Unaware that she has an audience, she bends over to unstrap her sandals, giving Bucky a nice view of her heart-shaped ass before she slightly tilts to the side and almost falls over.
Even though she’d provided him with a nice bit of wisdom a few weeks ago over coffee, he’d still sworn he wouldn’t approach her, so at first, he just watches. Looks at her perfect ass as she tries and tries to unbuckle her heeled sandal even though she doesn’t have the balance for it. She keeps tilting, tries to take several steps forwards to keep her balance so she can finally pull off her shoes but she’s way too drunk to coordinate her movements and the sandals stay on.
Silently, he scouts their surroundings, looks up and down the street several times to see if she’s accompanied by someone; a friend or - fuck he hopes not - a date maybe, but doesn’t find anyone else in the vicinity.
“Oops,” her laugh snaps his eyes back to her just in time to catch her grab hold of a nearby trashcan so she won’t fall over.
“Goddamn,” Bucky whispers to himself as he reluctantly twists the handle of his bike and drives over to her. There’s no one else around and she clearly needs help getting home in one piece.
He brakes his bike right beside her and straightens his back while clearing his throat to grab her attention. “Hey - uh - how are you?”
Still bent over, she slowly looks up from her feet and into his eyes with her signature smile immediately dancing on her lips when she realises who’s standing right in front of her. “James!” she slurs with a drunken smirk and Bucky hates that he finds it charming, that he wants nothing more than to kiss it off her. “What are you doing here?” she stands up straight and pushes back her shoulders as she slowly runs her gaze over his form.
“Just out for a ride,” he mumbles slightly flustered and nods towards her feet where the buckle on one of her elegant sandals is halfway open and flapping along her small foot. “- do you need a hand getting those off?” He looks back into her eyes and can’t help but feel oddly proud when she whines out a cute little ’please’ with a blissful smile on her beautiful face.
“Okay, hold on,” Bucky swings his leg over the seat and takes a deep breath as he kneels down on the street in front of her, quick to hide his warm cheeks when her small hands grab his shoulders for support. He hopes she is too drunk to notice that one shoulder is slightly colder to the touch than the other.
Carefully, he starts undoing the small buckles around her delicate ankles while trying not to get too affected by the fact that her bare thighs are right in front of his eyes and he can fucking smell the heaven between her legs.
“Here you go,” he clears his throat and takes her hand to help support her as she steps out of the shoes.
“Thank you,” she moans softly and clasps her fingers around Bucky’s hand before stumbling into his chest, “they were killing me…” she looks up at him with a deep gaze.
“No worries,” he gulps and ignores the burning sensation taking up most of his face, “…are you out here on your own?” he asks, not really sure which answer he’s hoping for.
“Yes,” she chips drunkenly, “I’ve been out dancing all night. Salsa, bachata, shaking the old bones,” she grinds her body against him and grabs his hand tighter while moving her hips sensually “-Hey, you should come by some time!” She suddenly exclaims, stepping a little closer to him, “There’s street salsa every Friday night on the Zócalo, I’m there every week!”
“Uh, thank you…” Bucky takes a small step backwards but doesn’t wrestle himself completely free from her grip, “- but I’m not much of a dancer,” he lies and hopes that it doesn’t show on his face exactly how much he really, really wants to grab her hips and manoeuvre her pliant body around on the empty street.
“What a shame,” she pouts and sends him a slightly crestfallen look.
“Yeah… well…”
“Hey, it’s fine,” she smiles again, “no worries. I just wanted to get to know you. It doesn’t have to be through dancing.”
He doesn’t know what to say. Just stares at her while the crickets sing behind him. He wants to get to know her too but it’s a bad idea. Nothing good will come of it.
“Alright,” she chips lightly but her eyes look slightly disappointed at his lack of reaction to her sweet confession as she releases her grip on him, “- I should probably head home, I need some sleep… Thank you for helping me out,” she holds her sandals high and dingles them slightly in front of her face.
He’s not sure whether it’s because he wants to see her smile properly again or if it’s because he truly doesn’t want her to walk all the way home on her own, but the next words fly out of him without warning. “Do you want a ride?” he croaks and curses at himself for his complete lack of self-control around her.
Immediately, she snaps her eyes back to him and smiles genuinely, sweetly, warmly! He can feel the embers coming to life in his stomach.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he gulps, once again blinded by everything that is her, “I can take you home if you want to.”
“Okay!” she nods so excitedly that her breasts jiggle wonderfully underneath the red piece of satin covering her chest. “I live down by the aqueduct. On the other side of the main road,” she explains with a small question mark at the end as if she wonders if it’s too far away.
“Alright, yeah, it’s no trouble.”
“Wow, what a gentleman!” she smiles goofily and the embers in his stomach become a fully fledged fire. “Thanks, I appreciate it!”
“Yeah - uhm - have you ever been on a bike before?” he points to the machine behind him, hoping to distract her from the rapid heartbeat he is sure is evident in all his movements.
“Can’t say that I have,” she chuckles as she lets go of his gaze and walks over to his bike, “but it looks like fun,” she admires the black machine by running her small fingers over the leather of the seat and Bucky almost gives out a sigh of relief at the satisfying look of her innocent beauty against the beast beside her.
“Okay so, I’ll be in the front,” he clears his throat and swings his leg over the seat, scooting forwards to make room for her behind him, “you climb on the back and make yourself comfortable.”
“Alright,” she laughs and pulls up her skirt so high that Bucky accidentaly catches a glimpse of her black lace panties before she swings her leg over the seat as well and sits down.
“You can hold on to the bars behind you,” he manages to fight out and hopes his voice doesn’t sound too strained.
Immediately, her hands snake around his abdomen, her fingers lacing just above his navel. “Is this okay?” She asks carefully and presses in on his tense abs, “it seems safer this way.”
“Uh - yeah, sure,” he stammers, “- as long as you’re comfortable.”
“I am,” she sighs happily and pulls herself closer to him as he starts the bike and drives down the dark street.
Bucky tries not to focus too much on the foreign heartbeat pressed to his spine, but ever so often, she squeezes him a little tighter around the abdomen or nuzzles her chin against his back, and it makes it very hard to concentrate on the instructions she’s giving him for her place.
“It’s the blue house to the left,” she eventually says, a slightly crestfallen tone to her voice when she realises that it signifies the end of the journey. “Thank you,” she whispers in his ear and he feels how the goosebumps immediately emerge on his skin.
“You’re welcome,” he helps her off the bike and is just about to tell her goodnight when she staggers to the side.
“Whoopsie,” she laughs and puts her back against a lamp post by the side of the road for better balance while closing her eyes. “I never should’ve drank that last cocktail…”
Bucky sighs in defeat while looking at her; she’s helplessly drunk. Reluctantly, he puts an arm around her shoulders for support. “Alright, come on,” he grumbles and urges her to follow him.
She giggles happily as he walks her up the steps to her front door where she fiddles with the key in the lock until she’s finally able to open it. Still with his arm around her, he guides her to her bedroom where he gently lies her down on the bed.
“Thank you James,” she smiles up at him with closed eyes while adjusting the straps of her dress.
“You’re welcome,” he nods slowly, careful not to let his eyes wander down her inviting body. “Sleep tight, okay?”
Immediately, her eyelids glide open. “You’re not staying?” She asks him with furrowed eyebrows, “it’s the middle of the night.”
“Exactly.”
“Come on,” she moves to the side and makes extra room for him on the bed. “Talk to me.”
“I should head back,” he says but the words don’t sound convincing.
“Five minutes,” she gently taps the mattress next to her, draws him closer by looking at him sweetly. He’s not sure what to do. He knows what he should do, but lying there next to her sure does look like heaven. “Just until I’m asleep.”
“…Okay,” he ends up sighing, realising that the fire crackling warmly in his stomach has eaten all his willpower long ago, “five minutes and then I’m going home.”
“Deal,” she smiles with her lips closed and glides her eyes over him as he lies down next to her. “Where do you live?”
He shoots her a sideways glance, for a second contemplating whether he should tell her or not, but she looks so innocent and trustworthy, and he’s already admitted to himself that he has no self-control with her. “Downtown,” he eventually answers her, “- not so far from where I picked you up.”
“Oh okay…” she nods, looks a bit hesitant - nervous even - before she continues, “- do you live there with your girlfriend? …or boyfriend maybe?”
“No, I - uh - I live alone,” he awkwardly clears his throat and looks away, tries to shake off the loaded question. “I’m just me.”
It’s as if she breathes a sigh of relief and when their gazes meet again, she looks more confident. “I’m just me too,” she smiles and tugs her lower lip between her teeth.
Bucky’s not sure how to respond to that even though he feels the same kind of relief she’d felt only moments earlier. He’s usually not the jealous kind but he knows he wouldn’t have liked it if another man got to call her his.
“What were you doing up at 3 am?” She asks quietly, bites her lip again and shoots him a careful look. “…did somebody break your heart?”
He shakes his head with a gulp, surprised at the low volume that escapes his lips. “No… I - uhm - I had a nightmare.”
She furrows her brows and finds his eyes again. “A nightmare? Must’ve been bad if you had to get up and drive around for a while… What was it about?”
Bucky can feel how the genuine interest in his well-being shines out of her. It engulfs him in a sense of security so comfortable that he never wants her to look away. He feels so warm and content. “It doesn’t matter now,” he mumbles and readjusts his head on the pillow so it’s a little closer to hers.
“Okay,” she nods in a whisper and closes her eyes to signify that she won’t ask him about it until he’s ready to talk about it
“- I was a soldier,” he suddenly says, weak from her warm presence that makes him want to let her in on everything. “A sergeant. I… - did some things…” he gulps, suddenly afraid that he is in the midst of scaring her away.
Slowly, she opens her eyes again, stares straight into him, bores her beautiful eyes into his soul with a sad look on her face. At first, he isn’t sure what to make of her expression; is she sad? Disappointed? Embarrassed for him? He can’t tell, and he has to fight the urge to get up and get the fuck out of there before the illusion that she likes having him in her bedroom disappears.
“I’m sorry,” she eventually whispers and moves closer, “I can’t imagine what that must be like…” Her eyes travel down his cotton-covered left side. “- Is that how you lost your arm?”
Immediately, his mouth goes dry and his heart-rate speeds up.
“M-my arm?” he stammers and tugs the gloved metal hand between his knees as if to try and hide it. How the hell does she know about it? Does she know who he is? He can already feel the panic sweat emerge on the back of his neck.
“Yeah,” she nods quietly and looks him straight in the eye but her gaze is not hateful as he would’ve expected from someone who knows who he is. It’s gentle and soft still, curious and caring, and it instantly makes him relax a bit even though the sweat is still pooling on the collar of his neck. “- you have a prosthesis, don’t you?
"How…-” he shuffles around uncomfortably, tugs on the sleeve of his shirt while his heart hammers a mile a minute, “uh - how did you know?”
“Don’t worry,” she says quietly and carefully puts her hand between them to try and calm him down, “I don’t mind. My brother lost his arm too. He also covers himself up, carries himself like you do. He’s ashamed of it.”
Bucky says nothing. He just stares at her as he tries to get his slightly panicked breathing under control but she still doesn’t look scared, not at all. Instead she looks at him tenderly, warmly, so when she reaches her hand forwards and traces her fingers over his elbow and down the lower part of his arm until she reaches his glove, he doesn’t shy away.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks him quietly and squeezes his fingers slightly.
“No,” he answers immediately and shakes his head, hyper-aware of her small fingers in his palm. Get the fuck out before it’s too late, the voice inside his head threatens but he’s stunned, completely frozen under her mini-embrace. He doesn’t remember the last time someone touched him like this. It feels weird, foreign.
“That’s totally fine,” she smiles and squeezes him again so his heart skips a beat. “You don’t have to.”
He looks down on her small hand wrapped in his. It’s warm and comforting, makes his heart speed up and his muscles relax at the same time. Blue finger nails in black leather, the stunning contrast between them. And she looks at him so tenderly when she moves the tips of her fingers over his palm and tries to squeeze them down between the lonely canyons of his fingers.
“You can tell me about your brother if you’d like…” he says, desperate to keep hearing her voice and moves his hand a little to make room for her as she fills the empty spaces between his fingers. Makes him somewhat whole.
“Okay,” she smiles and slowly traces her thumb over the back of his hand and fuck if it doesn’t feel world-ending. He can literally feel his walls crumbling more and more the longer she touches him. “It happened a few years ago. My older brother is a sergeant like you. He was in Afghanistan when his platoon was hit by a roadside bomb. Two of his men died and he lost his right arm in the explosion,” she holds him tight. Pours out a part of herself while holding on to him for dear life. He isn’t sure he’s ever felt this way before.
“I’m sorry…”
She breathes hard, rubs his hand again before she continues. “- when he came home, he’d changed. He’d seen too much, done some terrible stuff under the order of other people. Stuff that no human should ever experience. He’s been trying to get back to who he was before it happened, but he keeps disappointing himself when he can’t do that. He doesn’t understand that no one expects him to be the same man. That we still love him despite of what he was forced to do.”
Bucky nods slowly while considering his next words carefully. Focuses on where their bodies connect and can feel the words come to him even though he’d promised himself not to give away any personal information. “I know what he feels like ” he says quietly, can feel a lump appear in his throat as he looks at her. Sweet, innocent, beautiful her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her eyes sad and full of pain as if she can actually relate to everything he’s been through.
“Don’t be,” he mumbles, “it’s not your fault.”
“It’s not yours either,” she whispers and moves her fingers against his, grips him a little tighter, “- you know that, right?” Her other hand carefully reaches up to stroke his hair.
When her fingers connect with his scalp, the goosebumps immediately emerge. He can feel them stretch from the tip of his toes to the spot right underneath her nails. “Mmh,” he hums quietly and clenches his jaw in an attempt at holding himself back. “Thank you.”
“…You feel tense,” she whispers and slowly lets her hand fall down over his forehead, carefully touches the deep crease between his eyes. “Just tell me if you want me to back off.”
“No, no please don’t” he breathes and has to close his eyes in embarrassment when he realises what he’s about to say, “it’s just been a while since… I was last touched.”
She strokes his hair again and moves her hand down his face and all the way to his tense jaw. “It’s okay,” she whispers, “you’ve been touch-starved. I understand if it’s a bit overwhelming.”
“It’s nice…” he focuses on her small fingers running through his hair.
“Good,” she puts a bit more force into her still gentle touch and runs her fingers over his stubbles, caresses his chin. “You can touch me too, you know - if you’d like to. If not, this is nice too.”
“Okay,” he whispers and opens his eyes again. Feels how his heart briefly stops when the first thing his gaze meets is the beautiful features surrounding her kind eyes. She looks calm and patient, content with having her hand on him, and he can’t help but give into the very thing that’s been keeping him up at night for several weeks now: he wants to feel her too.
Gently, he stretches his arm out to touch her, puts his hand over her heart so he can feel the fast-paced thumping. She looks happy, comfortable and cute so he gently wraps his arms around her torso, pulls her close to his chest until her heart is on top of his. They’re beating rhythmlessly against each other and he can feel hers speeding up when he starts running his hands all over her back, pulling her closer. She’s impossibly soft and warm and she’s smiling against his neck every time his thumb brushes over her spine and he swears, in that moment; nothing else matters. He’s forgotten all about his past and who he is and why he should stay away from her. His body is burning up, his brain is filled with buzzing sounds, and he just feels her.
He holds her close for a while and almost gives out an involuntary whimper when she gently moves her face away from his neck and breaks contact. But instead of pulling away like he’d expected her to, she leans close and hovers her lips few inches above his. Puts her fingers underneath his stubbled chin and looks into his eyes while his heart starts pumping in a heavy beats. “You’re a good man. I can tell,” she caresses him softly with her thumb stroking his cheek before she leans in and places an impossibly soft kiss to his lips.
He wants to pull her closer, wants to run his fingers over her dress, her hair, her skin, but he barely has time to react before she pulls away from him again with a satisfied hum and a happy smile staining her face. “Are you alright?”
He wants to tell her that he hasn’t been this alright in years, that he just wants her to kiss him again, but he can’t speak. So he just nods.
“You never have to pretend, okay? Not with me. I just want you to be alright.”
“I am,” he whispers, his voice hoarse as he blinks uncontrollably and stares at her, hoping to dear God that she will kiss him again.
“Good,” she smiles and closes her eyes. Pulls her smiling lips too far away as she climbs down from his body and puts her head back down on her pillow. “Goodnight, James,” she smiles happily and reaches out for his hand.
“- Bucky!” it flies out of him. “It’s… Bucky. Please call me Bucky.”
“Alright,” she laughs quietly, “goodnight Bucky,” she whispers and pops her lips at the first syllable, makes him melt into her mattress. Bucky.
"Goodnight sweetheart,” he replies and studies every detail of her face as her steady breathing slows and she quickly falls asleep by his side.
He knows he should leave. He should get up and go home and never think of this moment again, but he’s not sure how he’s supposed to do that when an entirely new world has just opened up to him. It has never felt like this before. Her small hand is still wrapped in leather, and the soft pop of her lips when she’d said his name is playing on repeat in his ears while her kiss is burning fiercely on his lips. He never wants to move.
Summary: On the run from his violent past, Bucky has sought refuge in a small town in Mexico where he enjoys the peace and quiet of not understanding a word of Spanish. A peace that is violently disturbed when he runs into the most annoying woman he has ever met.
Words:1.7K
Warnings:smut(!), male masturbation, Bucky being a beautiful hoe
It’s 5 a.m. on a Monday when Bucky wakes up bathed in sweat. For once, it’s not because of a terrible nightmare, but because of the intense heat seeping in through the old windows of his room, suffocating every illusion of a peaceful night. His fan broke the other day and he should’ve known that this would be likely to occur in the dry heat of the season, but still, he hasn’t really given it much thought until it’s too late.
The bedsheets are sticking to his damp skin, and the boxers he’s wearing to bed are too tight, too warm on his burning body, so he quickly slips out of them and lies down on his back, naked and spread eagled against the cooling mattress while trying to ignore the straining morning erection that is already springing free from his lower body. He knows that if he starts touching himself now, he’ll never fall back asleep and he seriously needs the extra hours.
Trying to think of anything but the satisfying touch he so easily could provide himself with, he rolls around on the bed for a while, desperate to find the right position so he can go back to sleep. He wants to empty his head, to think of nothing at all, but in this state, toeing the line between sleep and consciousness, his mind constantly wanders to his latest frustration. To annoyingly kind eyes and intoxicating smiles. To wide hips and soft skin underneath colourful sundresses of every kind. To that goddamn honeyed voice that he’s come to love.
Too late, he realises that he has absentmindedly started grinding his pelvis against the bed below him and he quickly realises that his erection definitely needs attention if he is to fall back asleep.
Admitting defeat, he flips round on his back again and even though he doesn’t want to, he instantly goes back to colourful dresses and peach-juice fingers running blue fingernails all over his burning body. It’s so lively, so vivid that he almost forgets that it’s his own hand that is slowly tracing over the tight muscles and down the small curls that line his chest and stomach until it finally reaches its destination between his legs. With her in mind, he slowly runs his thumb over the underside of his growing erection, wraps his fingers around his aching balls and tugs lightly, causing a stiff groan to fall from his parted lips.
Immediately, he’s ignited.
He feels the blood rush to his lower body, making him even harder and more strained than before, and suddenly, he can’t wait to touch himself properly.
Eagerly, he takes a firm grip around the thick staff, runs his thumb over the slid at the tip, collects the drop of pre-cum and accidentally throws his head back against the headboard while giving out a sinful moan. “Oh fuck,” he whispers to himself but shows restraint and doesn’t start pumping yet. Apart from orgasming, this is his favourite part! Teasing himself until he can no longer take it and he just gives in, ready to just fuck and cum, and cum, and cum!
With a shudder, he touches the slit again, plants the soles of his feet flat on the mattress beneath him and reaches his left arm over to his bedside table where he pulls out the bottle of lube he keeps in there for extra special occasions. The sound of the lid opening is enough to make him excited alone but when he presses the tube lightly and lets its contents drip all over his throbbing head until it trickles down to his balls and into the crease of his ass, it’s even better than he remembers.
“Goddamn!” He hisses when his flesh hand massages the oily perineum between his fingers while the metal digits gently tease the lose skin at the tip of his cock begging to be pulled back. The simplest touch, and he’s about to lose it already - he just knows that this will be a fucking great orgasm!
Smiling to himself at the thought, he carefully stops teasing and instead starts stroking. Slowly. Carefully. Closes his eyes and thinks of bouncing breasts in the palms of his hands and tight slippery holes inviting him inside.
He’s done this countless of times since he broke free; imagining soft bodies and gentle fingers on his skin, but in contrast to the last few months of faceless fantasies riding and milking him dry like there’s no tomorrow, this fantasy has a very familiar face and it doesn’t take long before it drives him so wild and impatient that his hips start snapping upwards into his fist. “Oh Goddamn - oh, f-fuck!” He bites down on his lower lip and lets go of his aching cock so he doesn’t cum yet. The thought of her lips falling open in a moan was almost enough to send him over the edge but he’s not done yet. He wants to think of her in every possible postion.
Desperately craving to prolong the all-consuming feeling in his body, he sits up straight, lets his knees fall over the edge of the bed so his feet can touch the cool floor below him. “Mmh,” he breathes out a sigh of relief, leans back slightly and gently starts stroking himself again. Slowly at first but building up more and more power with every stroke. He thinks of lilac velvet in his eardrums and colourful berries at the lake. Of ripe peaches and the smell of warm cappuccino in the air. “Oh shit,“ he closes his eyes and hisses. Throws his head backwards and thinks of sundresses. Orange with small flowers. Green with the tie around the waist. Periwinkle blue. He wants to rip them all off. Pull them around her body until the colourful fabric tears and her sweet, sweet tits spill into his mouth.
He imagines her nipples slipping away from him until she’s sitting naked between his knees, her plump set of lips wrapped tightly around him as she sucks him slowly, running her soft, pink tongue sloppily over him, making sure that none of his leaking pre-cum goes to waste. He wants to bury his fingers in her hair, tell her what a good girl she is for taking him so well down her tight throat but he’s afraid that if he says anything out loud, the illusion will drop.
So instead, he just moans and slowly pumps himself. Enjoys the slobbering sound it makes when the wet skin slides in and out of his tight fist while he imagines a sea of red-painted lips leaving raspberry bruises along his shaft. A soft body sitting on its knees servicing him while his metal hand is fisting the sheets behind him, desperate to hold back and desperate to let go and paint her as his.
He groans as he imagines the look of submission directed at him, imagines the wet tongue and the tiny blue-coloured fingernails massaging his balls, scratching his back. ”Oh fuck, - oh sweetheart!“ he can’t stop thinking about her. He’s more turned on than he’s ever been and he can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to spread open her legs and lick her clean. Vibrate his lips around her clit as his fingers curl around the spongy spot inside of her that makes her moan his name; Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!
He wants to have her bouncing on top of him, down on all fours, tied to the bed! He wants to grab her legs and pull her ass over the edge of the mattress so he can fuck her tight pussy while holding her ankles together with one hand. He wants to fill her up so bad, to see her eyes roll to the back of her head when her fluttering comes in waves and she takes every last drop of what he gives her.
"Fuck,sweetheart!”
He can feel how everything inside of him is on fire and he knows he’s about to cum - hard!So he lets go of his aching erection. Sits and pants for a second while looking down at the bruised head that is staring up at him with anticipation. Fuck, he wants to cum so bad he lets out an accidental whimper!
Suddenly on his knees on top of the bed, presenting his chest like a delight to the empty room, he starts stroking himself again. “Ah baby!” She’s right before him again. He can hear her happy laugh, feel her waist, see her lying with her fingers in her wet mouth as she tries to hold back from moaning too loudly.
“Don’t hold back!” He pants and he isn’t sure if he’s talking to himself or to his fantasy so he spreads his knees apart and falls forwards. Fucks into his closed fist while rutting his hips back and forth, burning his knees on the sheets below him, but he doesn’t care, he just wants to fucking cum all over her!
He’s moaning her name when he feels his long-anticipated release approaching again but this time he doesn’t want to stop, so he tightens the fist wrapped neatly around his throbbing erection and ruts his hips faster. “G-god!” He pants loudly and ignores the ache on his kneecaps as he fucks faster than before.
“Oh god! Oh fuck!” He moans loudly when everything inside of him snaps and he lets go. “Oh god, oh god!” His arms and legs are shaking, his chest sweating and heaving while hot spurs of thick cum paint his bedsheets white while his thoughts revolve around her. The way she walks, the shape of her ass, her kind eyes. “Fuck me,” he pants and loudly empties himself all over the striped pillowcase in front of him while his metal hand grabs the bedpost tightly with a crunching sound.
With his hand still wrapped around his throbbing erection, he stays in his high for a while, imagines her post-orgasm giggle and how he would kiss her all over before lying down beside her and peacefully fall asleep with his arm draped casually around her waist.
Relucantly, he opens his eyes again and lets the fantasy end. Slowly, she disappears between his fingers like grains of sand in the desert and he suddenly feels weirdly lonely when he remembers that she was never in his bedroom in the first place. That it was all in his head.
Looking around at the mess he’s made, he falls to his back in defeat and feels how the inevitable shame starts crawling over his features. He feels mildly disgusted with himself, icky and creepy when he realises that he’s supposed to leave her alone, not masturbate to the thought of her sucking him off and spreading her legs wide open.
Hey mates, will be mountain climbing with no service until monday so if you comment on my work or anything, it’s not because I don’t want to reply, I’ll just be a bit late to the party.
Will queue the next part for The Colour of Rain so it’ll be posted sunday anyway :-)
Summary: On the run from his violent past, Bucky has sought refuge in a small town in Mexico where he enjoys the peace and quiet of not understanding a word of Spanish. A peace that is violently disturbed when he runs into the most annoying woman he has ever met.
Words:2.1K
Warnings: None for this part
Note: A series in eight parts inspired by the enemies to lovers trope and my never-ending love for anything that is Mexico - the place where I rediscovered the beauty of life and where Bucky will too. Let me know if you want me to add you to the tag-list.
He sees her at his favourite place for an afternoon beer. She eats at his cochinita pibil place. Visits the local market on his preferred days. And every time he sees her, he turns on the spot and curses his inability to just ignore her. But fact is that no matter if he does run into her or not, everything about his day still revolves around her - it revolves around finding a route through the city that her presence has not yet corrupted, around hiding so she won’t sneak up on him all of a sudden, around keeping an eye out for her at all times. And when he finally does run into her, it revolves around the small, unsatisfactory peek he got before he forced himself to turn away.
He hates that suddenly his every thought is her, that his actions constantly take her into account, that his entire day is about wanting to see her but wanting to avoid her as well. That whether she’s there or not, all he can think about is her.
He sees her at his favourite place for an afternoon beer. She eats at his cochinita pibil place. Visits the local market on his preferred days. And every time he sees her, he turns on the spot and curses his inability to just ignore her. But fact is that no matter if he does run into her or not, everything about his day still revolves around her - it revolves around finding a route through the city that her presence has not yet corrupted, around hiding so she won’t sneak up on him all of a sudden, around keeping an eye out for her at all times. And when he finally does run into her, it revolves around the small, unsatisfactory peek he got before he forced himself to turn away.
He hates that suddenly his every thought is her, that his actions constantly take her into account, that his entire day is about wanting to see her but wanting to avoid her as well. That whether she’s there or not, all he can think about is her.
I honestly CAN’T explain how much I love it… I love the writing, I love Bucky in this, god I love the contradiction of his thoughts-
I just really, really love it
“Hi!” She smiles and raises an arm above her head in greeting. The sun is illuminating her very being, shining down on her cheeks and catching on her jewellery, making her look like something out of a dream that’s been sent to the middle of Mexico to counteract whatever dark thoughts he’d had just a few seconds before. She is in a blue dress today, short and bright, and even though he prefers the green one she wore to the market two days ago, she’s still stunningly beautiful.
*squealing*
You fucking master imagery, I can see and feel the sun, the bright colors, and her energy, I swear I can feel her energy and I love her to pieces.
It’s clear the travel’s being awesome to you, it has translated to your art, and babe, it is GLOWING.
And I could be wrong, but reader feels like a version of yourself designed for the story, I definitely feel the same kind of energy from you, what one could only describe as sunshine.
“Hope you had fun,” she laughs and settles in in her chair, turns her face towards the cloudless sky above them to soak up the sun. The golden thread in the blue fabric of her dress is glinting enticingly and his eyes involuntarily drop to the swell of her breasts before he can stop himself.
I can feel whenever he first touches her I’ll combust, I just know it’s gonna be an insanely good reading-
“- I can’t believe it took me weeks to find you again,” she chips happily and squints her eyes as she tries to take him in against the sharp sunlight. “I’ve been holding out an eye for you ever since we met but you’re a ghost it seems.”
He’s been avoiding you like the plague, hun
His gaze travel up to meet hers. She’s the fucking personification of bright colours. She’s warm and happy and way too bright. Of course she annoys him. “No…”
I LOVE THEM!!! I love this quote so much, in all sincerity it was hard to not copy and paste the whole chapter, talk about perfection?
Or maybe this meeting is the endpoint for a part of us that we’re ready to say goodbye to. It could be a stepping stone to something bigger, or maybe it’s the insignificant detail that leads us onwards to the next chapter.
I loved her whole explanation, but chose this part to quote, it was so beautiful, beautifully written, inspiring, I’m gonna be thinking of this quote for a while, thank you.
Bucky stares at her as if in shock. She’s sitting right across from him talking about the beauty of life and fate as if she isn’t outshining it all.
I just can’t-
Bucky stares at her as if in shock. She’s sitting right across from him talking about the beauty of life and fate as if she isn’t outshining it all.
I had to quote this twice…
This?! I feel like this summarizes this chapter perfectly, I loved it so much, your diction it’s out of this world.
I can’t wait to read more, I can’t wait to see Bucky absolutely torn between hiding but also wanting to see her and her bright smile.
@madwitch7 again, I cannot believe you like this so much you want to leave a review so detailed i LOVE you!!!! You always make me feel so good about my writing ❤️ and to think I get the compliments of “mastering imagery” and that my “diction is out of this world” from someone who actually knows their way around language is just so…. ! Can’t describe it any other ways!
My travels are for sure making me the best version of myself and I highly recommend everyone to just saying fuck it and take a break for a while and do what they wanna do. For me, it was getting away for a bit and experience other ways to live life than just working 10 hours a day and go to the gym without any fun - and just like reader, Mexico inpired me so so so much that way! It’s a really nice observation that you see me in reader, thank you for noticing ❤️
The monologue at the end was actually so hard to write because it was for sure something I wish somebody had told me just a month ago so I’m really happy that I managed to convey it in such a way that it’ll sit with you for a while too. Again: honoured!
Thank you my love, appreciate this, appreciate you
… and btw just wait until the first time she touches him; he will combust too
Author’s Note: This recently happened to a friend of mine and it sparked this idea! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love!
Warnings: soft fluff, fun, teasing, Bucky being slightly dramatic and possessive but in a cute way, little spice :)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you sweets
Bucky’s head is half in the bag of cookies as he walks back over to you and when he looks up his surprise is evident.
“Who’s this doll face?” he asks, his body language immediately changing.
He crosses his arms over his chest, lifting his chin and spreading his legs wide.
“Oh, well um…” you start, but the stranger interrupts.
Author’s Note: This recently happened to a friend of mine and it sparked this idea! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love!
Warnings: soft fluff, fun, teasing, Bucky being slightly dramatic and possessive but in a cute way, little spice :)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you sweets
Bucky’s head is half in the bag of cookies as he walks back over to you and when he looks up his surprise is evident.
“Who’s this doll face?” he asks, his body language immediately changing.
He crosses his arms over his chest, lifting his chin and spreading his legs wide.
“Oh, well um…” you start, but the stranger interrupts.
Author’s Note: This recently happened to a friend of mine and it sparked this idea! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love!
Warnings: soft fluff, fun, teasing, Bucky being slightly dramatic and possessive but in a cute way, little spice :)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you sweets
Bucky’s head is half in the bag of cookies as he walks back over to you and when he looks up his surprise is evident.
“Who’s this doll face?” he asks, his body language immediately changing.
He crosses his arms over his chest, lifting his chin and spreading his legs wide.
“Oh, well um…” you start, but the stranger interrupts.
Author’s Note: This recently happened to a friend of mine and it sparked this idea! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love!
Warnings: soft fluff, fun, teasing, Bucky being slightly dramatic and possessive but in a cute way, little spice :)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you sweets
Bucky’s head is half in the bag of cookies as he walks back over to you and when he looks up his surprise is evident.
“Who’s this doll face?” he asks, his body language immediately changing.
He crosses his arms over his chest, lifting his chin and spreading his legs wide.
“Oh, well um…” you start, but the stranger interrupts.
Author’s Note: This recently happened to a friend of mine and it sparked this idea! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love!
Warnings: soft fluff, fun, teasing, Bucky being slightly dramatic and possessive but in a cute way, little spice :)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you sweets
Bucky’s head is half in the bag of cookies as he walks back over to you and when he looks up his surprise is evident.
“Who’s this doll face?” he asks, his body language immediately changing.
He crosses his arms over his chest, lifting his chin and spreading his legs wide.
“Oh, well um…” you start, but the stranger interrupts.
Bucky narrows his eyes.
“Hey, I’m Ben, an old friend,” the man says.
Bucky looks him over, clearly unimpressed.
“Ben,” Bucky grumbles. “Your ex.”
You wrap your hands around Bucky’s arm and give it a squeeze.
“Yep,” you say with a pop of the p. “So funny running into him here right?”
Bucky doesn’t say anything but Ben smiles, bringing his attention back to you.
“So how have you been? You look amazing by the way,” Ben states.
You can feel Bucky’s muscles go taut and the metal plates in his arm shift and whir as he let’s out a low rumble.
Ben’s smile falters.
“Yeaaaa….” You say quickly, pressing yourself into Bucky’s side. “GOOD! Really good actually. Happy,” you finish confidently.
“That’s great to hear,” Ben says, looking back to Bucky as he shifts nervously on his feet.
“So how do you two know each other?” Ben squeaks out.
“I’m her boyfriend,” Bucky nearly growls.
“Oh right. Of course,” Ben swallows. “How uh, how long have you two been together?” he asks.
“Almost two years,” you say with a genuine smile.
“That’s great! Yea,” Ben answers, his head bobbing up and down as he nods far too enthusiastically. “So, what did you get. I hear this bakery is the best so I had to come try it out even though it’s a little far from when I live.”
“Macarons,” Bucky says. “They’re her favorite.”
Bucky leans down and places a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, whispering, “I got you a little something extra too. Another favorite.”
“I love you,” you exclaim happily, taking the bag from him.
Ben clears his throat. “Are those the cookies you were always going on about and wanted me to get you…something about feet?” Ben muses.
“Yea,” you answer, your tone expressionless.
“The feet around the edges mean they’re baked properly,” Bucky adds, winking at you.
He looks back to Ben, taking a step into his space. “You know Ben. There are a lot of other bakeries in Brooklyn. I’m sure your neighborhood has one that’s just as good.”
Ben scratches the back of his head, still nodding. “Right. Oh, for sure. Actually, I think I’m gonna see about that right now.”
Ben hesitantly looks your way, muttering, “good to see you,” before practically running out of the bakery. “And uh, nice to meet you Bucky.”
Bucky grunts and takes your hand, pulling you in front of him and resting his hand at the small of your back.
“See you Ben,” you say, waving and trying to hold back your laughter.
“Oh my god Buck!” you exclaim. “For a minute there I thought you were going to punch him.”
You turn and bury your face in his chest with a laugh. “He was so scared!”
“So did I,” Bucky grumbles, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “One punch would have been nice. A good left.”
“Bucky,” you admonish but your smile is wide. “You might kill him.”
“Yea I could easily take him,” Bucky scoffs, puffing his chest out.
“You could easily take anybody,” you remind him with a giggle.
“Damn right doll. He better hope we don’t run into him again.”
“Why is that?” you ask, slipping your hand into the bag and pulling out a macaron as you make your way out of the bakery.
“Because I’ll definitely let him have it. You’re mine.”
“All yours Bucky and I’m pretty sure he knows it so you don’t have to worry.”
“What was that bullshit about the cookies? He never bought you cookies?” Bucky asks as his lips turn down.
“Nah. I would hint at it a lot but he never really did things like bringing home a surprise or flowers or anything,” you say with a shrug. “He’s not you.”
Bucky smiles before kissing you softly.
“I bet he didn’t do anything as good as me,” he murmurs, waggling his eyebrows.
“Are you fishing for compliments?” you tease.
“Just the truth,” he says boldly.
You grab his jacket and pull him closer, whispering low enough so only he can hear, but making sure to enunciate your words just right so he knows you mean them.
“No one does it better than you.”
The next morning you wake with a stretch, the smell of Bucky clinging to your skin and you inhale with a happy sigh. You feel for him but the sheets are cold. Grabbing his Henley, you shuffle into the kitchen just as he’s opening the door to your apartment.
“Perfect timing,” he says sweetly, one hand behind his back and a small box in the other.
You rush over to him. “What’s this? And what do you have back there?”
He kisses you, walking you backward toward the kitchen table. Your back gently bumps the wood and he grabs your waist, box still in hand, and lifts you to sit atop it.
“Close your eyes doll,” he says.
You close them, smiling brightly and wiggling back and forth with anticipation.
He lifts the flowers just under your nose and you breathe in, humming at the lovely fragrance.
“Open ‘em doll face.”
The colorful blooms fill your vision and you take in the most beautiful bouquet of wildflowers. All your favorites.
“Bucky,” you whisper, looking at him over the flowers.
“And” he says, holding up the box. “Some goodies for after breakfast.”
“Can I see?” you ask.
He easily rips the tie off the box and opens it for you. Your gasp is followed by a loud shriek of excitement.
“YOU GOT MY BROWNIES TOO!
“Of course,” he murmurs, quieting you with a kiss.
“And a fruit tart,” you whisper against his lips.
“Mm hmm,” he hums, placing he box down and taking the flowers from your hands.
His lips brush your neck, feather light as he makes his way across your jaw and to your mouth.
“I need to put those in water,” you breathe out.
“Definitely,” he agrees as his hands slip under his Henley.
His fingertips ghost up your thigh and when he reaches the bare skin of your hip he nudges your legs open with his thigh.
“What about my cookies?” you ask, grabbing onto his shoulders.
His fingers slide along your inner thigh, his touch teasing when he grazes his finger between your legs.
“After,” he simpers. “Think ya need another reminder that no one does it better than me.”
Summary:The Shelter will be having their first adoption even soon and some rennovations are being done so the animals have to spend some time at Bucky’s place…and you get to also.
Author’s Note: So glad I got around to these two again, I missed them. I hope you’re all enjoying the story and thank you so much for your continued support! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics
Warnings: lots of fluff and cuteness, kisses, tiny angst, slow burn feel, fingering, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Summary:The Shelter will be having their first adoption even soon and some rennovations are being done so the animals have to spend some time at Bucky’s place…and you get to also.
Author’s Note: So glad I got around to these two again, I missed them. I hope you’re all enjoying the story and thank you so much for your continued support! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics
Warnings: lots of fluff and cuteness, kisses, tiny angst, slow burn feel, fingering, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Feelings come to light in the most fitting way. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Pining, fluff, insecurities, feels, idiots in love admitting how they feel (is that a warning?), roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?), Alpine still being the best cat ever A/N: Hey, lovelies! We finally get to see how Stud and Smartie get together. And to me, it’s just right. Beta read by the beautiful @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
The sound of the clock ticking in the quiet apartment taunted you as you sat on the couch. You matched the timing to the rhythm of “Can’t Help Falling In Love” without realizing it until you heard yourself humming the tune. Ever since that night in the kitchen, you found yourself playing the song on repeat when you were alone. You wished you could dance with Bucky every night. It would be a dream come true.
Summary:The Shelter will be having their first adoption even soon and some rennovations are being done so the animals have to spend some time at Bucky’s place…and you get to also.
Author’s Note: So glad I got around to these two again, I missed them. I hope you’re all enjoying the story and thank you so much for your continued support! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics
Warnings: lots of fluff and cuteness, kisses, tiny angst, slow burn feel, fingering, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Some you win and some, well, you win. - James B. Barnes
Author: theweirdymcweirderson
Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes
Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader
Word count: 1206 (these are getting longer and longer, sorry)
Summary: Bucky and the reader engage in some teasing games.
Warnings: 18+, Pet names, Boyfriend!Bucky, explicit words, lead up to smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, light chocking I guess, kinda Dom!Bucky. That’s it I think, let me know if you fiind more.
Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is I don’t know :)
It’s written in a third person’s point of view, but it’s still reader insert, I guess. ‘*Name’ stand for (Y/n), sorry, I’m lazy :)
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She watches as he moves from the counter to the fridge, entranced by the way his sweats shift following his movements, loving the way they cling to his thighs. She’s in absolute love with those thighs of betrayal of his.
She can’t help herself; she’s fucking starving and James Buchanan Barnes is a whole damn meal.
His metal arm pulls the fridge open, and she’s certain her cheeks are flushing red courtesy of the thoughts swirling in her head about that beautiful arm in general, and those thick fingers of his in particular. His hand resurfaces from behind the door with a water bottle and the panties she’s wearing dampen before he even brings it up to his lips.
Her eyes are glued to him as his pink tongue darts out for a quick swipe over those full lips of his before the neck of the bottle makes contact with them. She groans her appreciation and his cloudy blues find her; a small, smug smile spreading on his face as he purposefully lets a drop escape to trail down his chin and along his neck.
She envisions her tongue slowly licking up that trail and in doing so, she clenches her thighs together, anything to get some friction and alleviate the ache. Bucky is full on grinning now as he lowers the bottle, there’s a teasing laugh that lights up his eyes and she wants nothing more than to walk over to him and kiss the smugness off his beautiful face. She doesn’t, though, because she already knows how this dance ends, and it’s a very happy ending.
James Buchanan Barnes is a fucking tease and she’s a sucker for the anticipation.
“Something you want, dollface?”
She shakes her head, smiles seductively at him and slides down in the armchair she’s sitting on, spreading her legs as she gets in a more comfortable position for their little game. His eyes dart down, and they darken, pupils dilating to leave a barely visible ring of the steely blue she loves so much. Bucky lets his eyes linger and then slowly brings them up, taking his sweet ass time in mapping her body.
There’s a filthy promise in Bucky’s eyes when they meet hers once more, and her heart skips a beat when he leans back against the counter. He’s not going to make the first move. Teasing, however, he’s going to do plenty of that.
His hand reaches for the fruit basket and he has the guts of winking her way as he grabs a banana. She chuckles with a shake of her head, he might be sexy as hell, but he is just as childish.
Bucky takes his time as he peels the fruit, eyes locked on hers, watching as her gaze follows his fingers; he knows her weaknesses and he plans on using each one of them to his advantage. As he brings the banana up to take his first bite, he makes it so that his movements deliberately pull his t-shirt up in the process, blessing her with a glimpse of his well-defined lower abdomen. That’s the only reason behind his sweats always hanging low on his hips.
She loves the glimpses and he loves how much she loves them.
The happy trail she hardly has a chance to see, is like a neon sign directing her to the jackpot. If she wasn’t so competitive, she’d already be sliding to her knees. Her tongue pokes out, wetting her parted lips before it settles against the corner of mouth, teasing him as much as it’s teasing her as their minds wander.
His right hand finds his cock and he readjusts himself, the way his nostrils flare and his bicep flexes with the twitch of his fingers, informs her of the effect her simple actions are having on him. She feels forever in debt to whoever invented muscle tees.
Bucky undresses her with his eyes, and his next bite is far more frustration ridden than the first.
When he switches hands, brings the metal one down to cup himself, she crumbles, breaks and melts right there under his gaze and he grins wolfishly. She gets up, sways her way to him and he licks his lips, traps the lower one under his teeth when she comes to stand in front of him.
The half-eaten banana is discarded on the counter behind him as he leans back on his hands, waiting for her next move. He fucking loves winning.
Her hand reaches up, thumb tracing his bottom lip, releasing it from his teeth while she cups his jaw. She stares until she gets her fill and then leans up to ghost her lips on his.
“Such a pretty fucking face. Just made to be sat on.”
He ducks down, feathers his lips along her cheekbones as he walks her back until he has her trapped against the island. Thigh slotting between hers, he brings his hands low on her hips, drags them tortuously up until they borrow under the t-shirt she has on; the shiver that runs through her is nothing compared to things he’s going to do to her and yet, it does things to him.
Oh yeah, he really fucking loves winning.
“Too bad, dollface, ’s already taken.”
She pouts briefly, and damn if he doesn’t love the little jut of her bottom lip, always begging to be sucked on. Then her hands are moving from where they have found their place around his midriff, gliding down his sides, until they reach his Adonis belt and pull on the elastic band of the stupid grey sweatpants she adores on him. She may complain about what a tease he is, but she’s just as bad.
“Anything I can do to convince you to make an exception, sarge?”
“Getting desperate for it, aren’t we?”
He nudges her nose with his, whispers the words against her lips; hands pulling her down to press on his thigh as he flexes his quad just to get that sharp intake of breath out of her.
“Don’t get cocky, Barnes, you may have won this round, but I’m gonna have you fucking begging next time.”
A chuckle rumbles up his chest, husky and deep, and she feels it reverberating against her chest as his eyes bore into hers, flames lighting his calming blues with dark intent. He pulls her sharply up until their hips connect and she can feel how hard his cock is for her; he smells the arousal pooling in her panties, hears the gush of wetness.
“Bold of you to threaten when you know who’s gonna be making the rules, *Name.”
“Bold of you to assume I can’t take your worst, big boy.”
The sentence finishes in a rush of breath out of her parted lips as he easily hoists her up, metal arm around her waist as his flesh hand wraps around her throat. She loves his blatant displays of brute force, they tap in some primitive part of her brain and never fail to render her a speechless, needy mess for him.
“Gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, dollface.”
James Buchanan Barnes loves winning, and sometimes, when he gets like this, she really loves losing.
“JAMIE!” Winnifred sniffles as her son and his lawyers walk inside the interrogation room. “You came to my aid. I knew it.” She smiles widely as Andy, Mike and Bucky sit on the chairs the cops prepared for them. “My boy came.”
“Mrs. Barnes,” Andy clears his throat to pull Winnifred’s attention toward him and his partner, not her son. “I must ask you to not directly talk to my client. He came here against my advice. So, let’s come to the point where I tell you why we came here.”
