Request: Anon- Bucky Barnes and “I love you more than anything in this world” pleas❤️
Word Count: 502
Author: Charlotte
Hospitals rooms were almost like a second home for you. Fighting crime and being a general badass led to regular injuries and as long as you could come out of the hospital at some point it seemed like a win. Whenever you went on missions, you were almost certain to get hurt, so you just hoped for minor injuries but this time it wasn’t as you had wanted. You had been distracted in the midst of a fight that you hadn’t noticed a different person with a gun. The bullet had ripped through your abdomen, leaving you in a pool of your own blood. You had luckily not been alone, and Bucky had been able to take them both out before getting you medical assistance, but past him calling for help, you had lost consciousness.
When you had awoken, the bright lights of the hospital room burned your eyes terribly. Next to you sat Bucky, whilst a woman in a nurse’s uniform stood sorting out the machine that you were hooked up to. You tried to sit up, but both of the people rushed to your side to gently push you back into the bed.
“You need your rest,” the nurse said softly. “You have been given some pretty strong pain medication, so you might feel drowsy or confused. I’ll just go get your doctor to explain everything for you now that you’re awake.”
She shuffled out of the room, leaving you alone with Bucky. He seemed relieved to see you awake, having seen the extent of the damage that the shot had done to you.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
The nurse had been right, your mind seemed like it was in a fog, and you didn’t seem to have any energy to fight off the thoughts that came into your head from escaping out of your mouth.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you smiled, struggling to keep your eyes fully open. “I wouldn’t want anyone else here.”
Bucky didn’t really know what you meant seen as you hadn’t answered his question at all.
“Of course, I wasn’t going to leave you here on your own.”
You lazily held onto his hand, your grip weak and half of your fingers fallen from his palm.
“I love you more than anything in this world,” you whispered.
It had been something you had felt for as long as you had known him but seen as you were unable to control your thoughts, you let yourself say more than you had ever thought you could until you regretted it all when the medication had worn off. Little had you known, he had felt the same, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointed to learn of your feelings now that you weren’t fully there in your mind.
With a pained heart, he gave your hand a tight squeeze. “When you feel better, we can talk about it.”
You nodded your head before your eyelids finally became too heavy for you to fight to keep open.
Request: Anon- Bucky Barnes and “I put everything on hold for you”
Word Count: 1070
Author: Charlotte
As they saying goes ‘tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. You couldn’t have agreed any less with that status. When you first met James Buchanan Barnes, you fell head over heels and your courtship was completely perfect in your eyes. He had a kind and loving heart, and made you feel good about yourself in ways you hadn’t without him. You couldn’t have imagined life without him, not even when he was to head off to war, you felt unstoppable, and would have sworn that he would come home to you, and you only felt that confirmed when he proposed to you before he got on the train to leave for the army.
By no means were you naïve. You knew the dangers of war, even with the main fight far away from you, you were not blind to the damage it was causing but the fog of young love forbade you from thinking that even war could get in the way of the two of you. How blind you had been. He didn’t return to you and the reality of that never truly set in, such an intense pain could not be felt without destroying you. Steve apologised for losing him, for not having done more but you didn’t blame him, you were just grateful that he was safe.
Your life crumbled from that day. Who you had been as the future Mrs Barnes was lost with your fiancé, and you were just left as a shell of the person you once were. You needed a distraction and Steve introduced you to his friend Peggy who was able to find you a job and once he disappeared, you only went deeper into it.
Once the war ended, the rumours of something continuing to rumble under the surface and as people had once believed the research into super soldiers weren’t put on hold. You had nothing else to live for and put yourself forward for being a guinea pig, not caring about what happened to you. You didn’t die though, you suffered the experiments, but you came out as a new you, still damaged by the pain in your heart, still grieving and anger-filled but now with unknown levels of powers. The scientists had put you through strenuous tests after to see what had happened to you, and as your powers became clearer, you did what your fiancé had always done best, fought for the little guy.
You’d never be Captain America, but you were a hero to New York, able to use your powers for good, keeping your head down in fighting crime, never getting close to another person again. One power they hadn’t anticipated was longevity. It wasn’t clear at first, not until everyone around you had aged a decade, and you looked like not a day had passed. With every year it only became clearer that you were still physically in your mid-twenties whilst everyone else continued to age. Over seven decades later, you could only be grateful for having not made connections as those you had grown up with were mainly passed, whilst you looked like you were still in your prime.
It felt like you would be hero for eternity, keeping to yourself but helping all that you could. One night you returned to your small apartment and flicked on the tv to see that Steve Rogers had exited the ice and all the past came back. You didn’t contact him. You couldn’t but after he was making headlines for a few years, you no longer had a choice as he had heard of the woman with powers in his hometown and investigated. He could have never imagined that it would be you. You reconnected reluctantly but dismissed him whenever he mentioned Bucky, not believing him when he told you he was still alive and not willing to let yourself get hurt again.
Steve knew how much you cared about Bucky and wasn’t going to let you continue to dwell in the pain that had consumed you for nearly a century. He invited you to the Avengers Compound, just for a chat, and you agreed, not realising it was a set up. You sat with him sipping at your coffee when the door behind Steve opened, revealing the man you had mourned for longer than you had been by his side.
“Bucky,” you croaked, the mug from your hand dropping, shattering onto the ground below you.
“Y/N,” he said, a pained smile curling onto his lips.
Every emotion that you had tried to bury deep down within you all that time ago reappeared and you lost all control that you had tried to cling onto. You pushed your chair away from the table, storming over towards the man you had never believed that you would see again.
“I thought you were dead,” you shouted. “I thought that I would never see you again. I put everything on hold for you.”
Bucky and Steve exchanged a look, having not had any idea that you would react like this, not knowing why you would shout at him.
“I have never stopped loving you,” you said, still shouting but tears beginning to fall down your cheek. “I could never stop loving you.”
As the sorrow you had tried to hide for so long surged from within you, Bucky reached out a hand to gently touch your shoulder, forcing you to make eye contact with him, both of you in tears.
“I’ve always loved you, doll,” he smiled tearfully.
You let yourself break, falling into his arms, in a tight, long missed embrace. The two of you stood entwined together for longer than normal, neither of you wanting to let go of the one thing that had been missing from you. The hug stretched on as Bucky guided his hands down your arms to hold onto your own hands, but paused when he felt something on your finger. He looked down at the small stone sitting on a simple band that had not been removed since he had placed it there all those years ago.
“You still have your ring,” he whispered, surprised that you had kept it for so long.
You shrugged your shoulders. “Getting cold feet after all this time, Barnes?”
A small laugh escaped him.
“I still stick by making you my wife even after the longest engagement.”
➳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.
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,”
If Only I Could Get To You First (Bucky Barnes One Shot)
Summary: Bucky Barnes and you have been best-friends, but unknowing to the other you both are also in love with the other. Though everyone else seems to know.
Pairing: Modern!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Modern AU, swearing, past domestic abuse (non descriptive), mutual pining, fake dating, confessions, best friends, angst, fluff, i just want to squish bucky into a hug, brock rumlow is a dick head, hurt/comfort, love confessions, crying, loving from afar
In the list of bad ideas your best friend compelled you into, only two ever worked out in your favour.
One was sneaking into your first high school party, you’d had your first kiss.
The second was when she pushed you onto the dance floor at the frat house’s halloween party and you bumped into the warlock.
“Woah, easy there.” He’d caught you with a charming grin and his blue eyes. Your lungs would not breathe till he would tell you too.
“Are you alright?” Those blue eyes to a once over, checking for any sign of injury.
“I’m—I’m so sorry, I lost my footing.” You look to the side to glare at your best friend but she is luckily not in your line of vision.
“Woah, doll, who is on the receiving end of that glare?” He wonders loudly over the music which somehow doesn’t bother you.
“My best friend pushed me.” You explain, sighing.
“We could work on a hex.” He offers, you let out a laugh, he’d interpreted your last minute outfit well enough, deep red turtle neck and skirt with a borrowed blonde wig.
“You’re the first person to know who am I.” You smile, he bows.
“The others are beneath our intellect. Do you want to move to the side?”
You nod, his hand finds yours and the night floats away.
“James Barnes, warlock for tonight. What is your name Sabrina Spellman?” He offers his name and then you give him yours.
Conversation flows on, in the little nook of the house.
Movies, TV Shows, a heavy argument about Professor Snape and Dumbledore and then academic choices.
Time went on numbers exchanged, as were memes.
Coffee tumblers refilled over hours every Wednesday.
Movie marathons, study dates, celebrating A pluses and even the occasional C minus.
Pranking his very unhygienic third roommate by placing cups of detergent all over his room and a few cups of water.
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You had known his close friends called him Bucky, it was never defined across the months of your blooming friendship if you could call him that name.
Bucky wondered why you hadn’t yet, maybe you did not consider him as close as he presumed. He had no inclination to ask out of fear to ruin the friendship he found within you.
it changed one night, at three a.m. your phone vibrated near your head, you were still dressed in the day’s clothes. Work had been terrible, so you deserved a night off of regular activities.
Reaching for the angrily vibrating device your bleary vision widens, you pick up the call.
“James? Is everything okay?”
“Could I come over?” Is all he asked, sounding broken.
You answered with an instant yes, quickly changing into a jumper and a hoodie. waiting for him in the living room.
His knocks sounded hesitant, almost as if he were reconsidering his choices.
You’re greeted by a heartbreaking sight.
James Barnes, with his hair a tousled mess, eyes puffy and red. Your heart seizes with worry.
“Natalie and I broke it off. I well, Sam saw her out with Zemo. She did not even deny it. How could she do this to me, Firefly?” He even sounds broken, as your nickname falls from his lips.
He lets you pull him into your warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you, pulling your body close into his. He sighs deeply as he finds comfort.
The tears do brim anew, his shoulders shake.
“Bucky,” You hesitate, a hand stroking the back of his head. You guide him to the couch, retrieving your stash of ice cream and running back to him.
He gives a half hearted smile seeing the flavour, a shared favourite.
You give your own beaming grin of encouragement.
“Here is your mission choose you accept it.” You hand him a spoon. He chuckles slightly.
“To finish this entire pint of ice cream with me.”
The ice cream doesn’t stand a chance.
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Bucky has good days and bad ones for three months after the break up, the timing awful between midterms and assignments but they served distraction.
To celebrate the end of the torturous examinations you both make your way around New York City. In search of 1 am pizza.
“How are you?” You know it is a question she could dodge but the way he seemed to carry himself slowly coming into his own had given you hope.
Bucky only stiffens for a moment at the question, progress you deem.
“Honestly I feel it was a good thing.” He takes a bite; the cheese pulls and he grins in approval. You take a picture of him as he makes a silly face, both laughing now.
“I might not date for a while but I know I will eventually.” He informs of the decision.
“That is good.” You pat his back, taking your own bite as he in turn takes a picture of you pulling a silly face.
Slowly your phone memory is filled with several outings with your now extended group of friends, and several more with Bucky. He returns back to himself after a few months more, after a few okay-ish dates and he finds himself seeking your company.
He grabs a bouquet of your favourite flowers, his legs need no guidance to the familiar path of your home. Bucky stands near the entrance as the doorman, Percy smiles at him with kind eyes.
“She’s gone out.” Percy tells him, therefore Bucky waits, leaning against the wall phone in his hand scrolling through the fresh batch of micro sized comedy he could send to you.
Familiar sounding laughter pulls him in, your bright face greets his view, then your fingers curl around an arm. He follows the touching limbs to see the face of Rumlow.
You seemed so radiant around the man. Bucky clutches the bouquet tighter as though in an attempt to ground himself or stop his heart from breaking before it could even be given to you.
Rumlow turns you before you can leave his embrace to go to your apartment. Your laughter carries through to Bucky. He watches, lips pressed into a thin line.
Rumlow pulls you close, whispering something your ear, you bite your lip nodding.
Bucky could hear his heart cracking over the noise around him, as your lips are upon that man’s own. He turns, walking away still clutching the bouquet.
Bucky Barnes and you — best friends through college. Maybe that shouldn’t change.
Bucky nods to himself, his feelings probably arose because of the time spent together and your friendship growing deeper. So he tucks this little crush upon you away, and decides that best friends is what you both are meant to be.
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Seven months after graduation, Natasha nurses your busted lip. Vodka on the table is also for drinking she tells you. It soothes the ache from your broken heart and lip.
Your phone still unresponsive from the one person you need. How many texts does it take for a best friend to respond?
“I could call him.” Natasha offers as you shake your head.
“I, my texts should be enough, I left him calls as well.” You explain, “Could, could you ask Steve where is he?”
Natasha studies your face, she knows you’re hurt over Bucky not responding. Brock Rumlow was the furthest thing from your mind and heart.
“I will,” She promises and your phone rings, your best friend’s face flashing across the screen.
You take the call knowing the odd time difference between the two of you had her more on edge.
“Hey,” You greet.
“Don’t hey me, did you report him?” She all but yells.
“I don’t want to associate any further—,”
“Bullshit, you absolutely should report that piece of shit unless Barnes has murdered him already, so you cannot call the cops cause then he will be in jail.” She cuts you off.
“I don’t think he knows yet.” You admit, Natasha looks at you, quietly speaking to Steve and updating him about what occurred.
“What do you mean? Is he okay? Because Barnes would not let that asshat breathe. Hell I’m taking the next plane out of Melbourne.” Her nails on the keyboard resound.
“No, no, don’t! Just, okay, look Nat patched me up and she also said vodka’s good for the pain as well so I’m fine and he’s, he’s probably busy…” You defend Bucky, once again.
“Babe, he has been busy awful lot since he started dating that bimbo bitch.” She clicks her tongue, annoyed at the man.
“Look can we just, drop the whole thing, I, I think I need to sleep, and you need to get to work.” You remind her.
“Just leave me messages through the day alright and no memes or links coherent language only.” She warns you.
“Yes alright coherent language only.” You promise.
Nat comes by with a plate of food, placing it in front with a fork. You stare at the pasta for a minute.
“I called Steve, he got through, Bucky is out with her…” She trails off.
“Oh, did Steve say anything?” You hesitate to ask, Nat shakes her head.
“He knows you wouldn’t like her to know so he just made sure Bucky would check his messages.” She gnaws at her bottom lip struggling to say something.
“What?” You look at her.
“You should really report him, this wasn’t the first time was it?” She states you look down at your hands.
“No.” You close your eyes at the admission.
“How long have you kept things from us? From Bucky?” She places a gentle hand over your forearm.
“He, he was very particular, no where where anyone would know. Started two months ago. I tried breaking up after the first time but—,” Your vision blurs, the tears are harder to hold back.
“Do you want me to take pictures? I know we can file a case, or at least a restraining order…” Natasha tries to coax you to listen to her but you just shake you head.
“I can’t I don’t want more trouble, Nat. It’s over he’s gone. The fight was more about him shifting to L.A. and me not wanting to follow.”
“Are you in love with him still?”
“I never was, I just, I thought I could learn to love him and then he just tried to beat it into me…” You shudder in remembrance.
Natasha leaves the topic, knowing that it was difficult to walk away even let alone relive the ordeal.
It is four days later at the scheduled game night that you see Bucky, you don’t greet him.
He furrows his brow when you move away from the living room to the bathroom before he can take a good look at you.
“Where’s Rumlow?” He questions and the room turns silent.
“Did you not see her messages?” Steve crosses his arms.
“What messages?” Bucky retrieves his phone.
“Barnes, when did you last speak to her?” Nat questions then scoffs as Sharon wraps her arm around his wrist pushing the phone down.
“A few days ago, why?” He answers, running a hand along Sharon’s arm.
“Bucky.” She pouts.
“What is it baby?” He questions, being distracted from the conversation at hand by his girlfriend.
“Bucky you should go speak to Y/N.” Steve adds with a bit more seriousness.
“What happened, is she, is Firefly alright?” He looks up in worry.
“Ugh, she always wants your attention.” Sharon whispers loudly, “Does she not have her own boyfriend?”
“Don’t you have better things to do than cling to Bucky’s arm? Or is your default personality trait whiny girlfriend only?” Natasha uses the same tone as Sharon.
Sam covers up his laugh with a cough.
“Bucky.” Sharon whines again then moves away to go to the balcony sniffling and tears welling up.
“Crocodile tears.” Nat rolls her eyes.
“Nat.” Bucky gives an exasperated look, chasing behind Sharon to mend things.
“Steve, please let me punch him.” Nat pleads.
“You know she doesn’t want us to tell him, how has he not responded after the texts? We all got them.” Steve sighs taking another sip of his beer.
You return, wiping you eyes, for any stray tears or mascara.
“Whats got her in pain now?” You ask, a look of disdain taking over. You try not to stretch your lip as the sting from the cut still presents itself.
“Nat called her whiny.” Sam chuckles.
“Nat…” You sigh.
“What, it’s about time we call her out.” She shrugs.
“How are you holding up?” Sam questions, eyes on your busted lip.
“Eh, been better will be better soon I guess?” You shrug and wince as the pain in your shoulder blade presents itself.
“And now she’s making a face at me!” Sharon accuses you and then goes back to the balcony.
Bucky’s heavy sigh echoes through the room.
“Firefly, can you not? I know you all don’t like her much but I do okay? Christ some best friend you are,” Bucky turns back to once again console his girlfriend running a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Some best friend?” Your cold tone makes Bucky turn to face you, a quip ready on his exhausted tongue, he doesn’t get to speak because he finally takes in your appearance.
The bags under your eyes, the redness housed within them, the busted lip you have and the slight wince as you take a deep breath.
“I’m going to kill him.” Bucky connects the dots in his mind.
“No need, these were days ago, I needed you and you were not there James.” You accuse, tears brimming once more.
“I, Steve said to see my texts but I had none from you… Steve why did you not say anything?”
“You could have called me. You, I left you voicemails, crying sobbing, asking for you. For your help. You weren’t there. They didn’t say anything because I wanted to tell you but then again, your time and devotion is pre-booked. Let me know when a slot opens up, I can summarise the whole thing in two minutes, the least I can do as some best friend.” You sneer, walking towards the door in no mood to stay any longer.
Bucky mechanically follows you,
“Firefly, I—, I swear I don’t have any messages, I’m not lying!”
“You could have called!” You accuse.
“I was out—,” Bucky tries to grasp your hand.
“Like I said, I know you’re too busy, for me.” You press the call button several times more waiting for the elevator to come up faster.
“That is no excuse, I’m so sorry, I just, please stay, we can talk.” His hand reaches to grab your shoulder. A painful sound escapes you and you flinch away from him.
“Where else did he hurt you?” Bucky’s tone holds no emotion, you look up at his face, the stoic expression masks his feelings but the anger in his blue eyes is reaching its summit.
Your eyes shift to the elevator when it dings to signal the opening of the doors.
“You aren’t leaving.” Bucky informs you.
“I do not want to talk about this.” You tell him, feeling like your heart might break again.
“I do. I need to know what did he do, because he won’t be breathing after I’m done with him.”
“It doesn’t work that way.” Your eyes shift to Sharon who rolls her eyes at you, then puts on a pout when Bucky turns to look at her.
“Bucky,” “Not now Sharon.”
Bucky turns back, but you’re inside the elevator. He steps ahead to join you, the doors begin closing his fingertips just graze the border where the sensors would have the automatic doors reopen.
He’s pulled back by his arm by Sharon, you look down. Heart breaking again, that you can’t even be prioritised by your best friend. He won’t even fight for you.
Bucky catches the quiet sob that escapes past your lips at wrapping itself around his heart squeezing upon it.
“Do you have any semblance that someone else could have bigger problems that you?” Bucky looks at Sharon, taking his arm out of hers.
“Baby,” She begins her fake tears again.
“God, not with this again. Sharon, seriously please.” Bucky groans in frustration.
“You want to spend all your time with that stupid bitch.” She complains as Bucky turns to press the elevators if he is fast enough he can catch up to you.
“She’s my best friend. She needs me.” Bucky glares at Sharon.
“No, she does not she managed to find help elsewhere four days ago, she just wants your attention.”
“What the fuck did you say?” Natasha verbalises the question brewing within Bucky.
“I-, no I said nothing! Nothing!” The blonde stutters in defence.
“Oh I’m going to smack this fucking bitch—,” Nat is pulled back by Steve.
“Did you delete Firefly’s messages and voicemails?” Bucky’s voice is low and cold, almost similar to what yours was towards him.
“I—, no,” Sharon gulps audibly, sweat breaking across her forehead.
“You have one more chance, did you fucking delete messages my best friend left for me, at a time she needed me?” Bucky’s hands form fists. Sharon had kept asking to take pictures on his phone, then sending herself the ones she liked thats when she must have deleted all of your communication to him.
“Bucky, it’s always, Firefly this and Firefly that, what about me?” Sharon defends, trying to move close to Bucky.
The elevator dings, opening on the floor. Bucky crosses the threshold.
“I’m going to send the elevator back up, I want you out of my life. My house key can be dropped off here at Natasha’s, don’t you dare try to contact me or anyone. It is over.”
Sharon’s final plea falls on deaf ears as the doors are closed and Bucky lets out a heavy sigh. He brings out his phone trying to call you as he jogs through the crowd towards the nearest station, checking the watch he knows the next train leaves in ten minutes.
Bucky calls out your name through the station, his breathing erratic. You have your hood up, not wanting to be spotted by him.
You can hear his calls, the way your phone vibrates in your pocket a frantic echo of his own booming voice.
“I’m sorry, I really am so sorry, it is no excuse she deleted the messages, fuck, I should have called. I should have been the one there. I’m your best friend. I should have caught on earlier.” He tenderly cups your face between his hands, guilt seeping into his bones.
His thumbs wipe your tears, you don’t want to have a public meltdown.
“Come on let’s get you home, I think we still have time to grab ice cream from Mrs. Lorena’s store.” His warm hands leave your face, but the warmth returns on your hands as he intertwines them with his, you want to cry all over again.
Bucky takes charge of leading you through the night train, you both stand in favour of the elderly couple who need the seats. They look at the two of you warmly.
You feel small, your hand never leaving his, he stays close with almost a protective stance over you.
Bucky notes the change in your demeanour. How you’re hiding away, flinching at loud sounds.
It eats at him how these small things had inculcated themselves into you the past months you were with Rumlow. He didn’t care about the consequences, he will beat the shit out of that fucker.
Your mind races, back to the night you first went out with Rumlow. Somehow your mind kept comparing what he did to Bucky. As though your tall brunette best friend should be the standard of all men.
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You weren’t going to call Rumlow back, realising that maybe the reason you were comparing him to Bucky was because you were in love with your best friend, your Bucky.
The conversation was going to be simple, carry a bouquet of his favourite flowers, a letter in your hand filled with your confession. Your nerves singed with each step towards his door.
You rang the bell, once, twice; then you heard the laughter and kisses. Your heart sunk, you scrambled to hide at the other end of the hallway.
Bucky came into view with Sharon, the business major. They make their way to his door, lips meeting ever so often, you feel each one deliver a crack to your heart.
Maybe, maybe you were meant to be best friends only. The door closes and you can hear their sounds, you move past the corridor and exit the building.
Nodding to yourself, Bucky Barnes and you best friends through college.
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“Firefly?” Bucky waves a hand in front of you, you blink, looking around.
“Huh?” You speak before realising.
“I asked where is your key ring?” Bucky looks at you in worry.
“Oh um,” You fish around for the familiar keyring handing it to him.
Bucky opens the door at sets down the bag of groceries. How long did you space out for?
“So, here is your mission, should you choose to accept it,” He brings out your favourite ice cream tub from the bag.
Your face breaks out into a grin, a laugh finally reverberating in your chest rather than sobs.
“Is it to eat this ice cream and talk to your idiot best friend.” Bucky holds up two spoons as an offer.
You grab one, then grab the tub and make a run for the living room couch.
“Oh no you don’t!” Bucky chases after you, you twist around the last minute your foot and his tangling with the fluffy carpet under the coffee table, you both land on the couch.
Bucky is above you as your foreheads collide and the tub of ice cream rolls onto the floor.
“Are you okay?” He questions, as you rub your forehead and his, the ache dies down slightly of the impact.
“Sort of,” You wince, then look at him.
The two of you lock gazes, heat blooms between you both. Red tinged cheeks.
Bucky had wondered how it would be, to hold you this close.
You had wondered how it would be, to have him in your arms.
Both of you break out of your thoughts and scramble to sit up. Ankles still caught in the carpet, you both slide down the couch, ending with your straddling his hips.
His hands move to your hips and yours wrap around his neck.
Bucky feels your warm breath fan across his face, how is it you fit so well against him, as though you belong next to him.
You feel his fingers gently squeeze your hips, how is it that your arms encircle him as though he belongs between them, next to you.
You feel something poke your thigh. Bucky’s eyes widen.
“Um, is is that…”
“No um, no,”
Bucky panics at your suggestion quickly moving you from his lap to beside him on the floor.
The spoons clatter to the floor between his legs.
The sigh that leaves from Bucky’s lips has you laugh, he joins in. Shoulders shaking and heads thrown back in mirth.
Your head on his shoulder and his resting on of top yours.
Laughter and giggles filling the apartment after months.
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It is another month later when you all are at your weekly game night at Bucky and Steve’s place.
“Barnes, who are you taking to the wedding then?” Sam questions between shuffling the deck of Uno Cards.
“What wedding?” You curiously look up Bucky sighs, shoulders deflating.
“Maya is getting married, and insisted I bring someone along, and well they wanted to meet my girlfriend but I’ve broken up.” He explains, placing a chip in his mouth.
“So just tell them?” You quirk an eyebrow.
“You remember Maya right?” He looks at you with an incredulous gaze.
“And Mr. Barnes here hasn’t told her, he’s broken up. Wanted to show off the whiney girl.” Sam announces.
“Winnie Barnes would not approve.” Steve adds quietly and Bucky groans.
Nat gives you a look before looking down into her phone. You blink a few times not understanding what that look meant.
Your phone chimes, your eyebrows furrow at the message.
Best Friend: go as his fake date to the wedding, his family adores you.
Me: who even told you?
Best Friend: not important.
You look up with a glare at Natasha.
Best Friend: don’t glare at her. She’s an innocent baby.
Me: I’m not doing the fake date thing. Not with Bucky, it will be hard.
Best Friend: come on, he looks at you the same way.
Me:he doesn’t. and also bye. i’m not having this conversation again.
You place your phone back, looking up at the four of them staring at you.
“What?” You question, picking up your seven cards.
“Do you have any solution for Bucky?” Steve wonders, you look at Nat, she shrugs innocently.
You narrow your eyes at her.
“Let me think.” You bide your time. Bucky inhales deeply, seeing his own set of cards.
Your phone chimes again, you control the groan that whats to leave you.
Best Friend: listen, just trust me okay? When have I said something that turned to shit?
Me: its only twice your plans have not turned to shit.
Best Friend: ouch. this won’t turn to shit come on, help him out. I’ll ask Nat to let you win.
Me: as if I need to be let to win.
Best Friend: she has 4 draw fours.
Me: what the fuck?
You look up and Nat discreetly shows you proof.
“Say the word and you get them.” Nat whispers.
More encouragement comes through from your best friend.
“What if, Bucky, you take a fake date…” You clear your throat.
“Maya will catch on its a fake date and then it will be a mess, I just will fake a work thing.”
“What if I go? As your um fake date?” You offer, placing your cards face down near the space between you and Nat.
“Are you sure? I mean they may believe it…” Bucky trails off in thought.
“I mean, only if you’re comfortable… Just Maya will be upset if you don’t go at all and not having a date should not stop you—,”
“No, I think it should work, we know each other well enough to pretend to be in love.” Bucky grins.
You try not to wince, “Yup, yeah, won’t be hard to pretend.” You agree.
“Thank you, Firefly.” Bucky beams for the remainder of the game even as you beat his ass with your exchanged cards.
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BestFriend: so who wants to bet on they return as an official couple? I place a 100 bucks.
Natasha: add my 100 to that
Sam: nah man they’re too scared to admit it.
Steve: they won’t damage the friendship.
Best Friend: Oh lil Samuel and lil Steve ya’ll better be ready to pay up.
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You grasp the handle of your suitcase a little tighter as Bucky’s car pulls around the corner. You walk closer to the edge where he could park for a few moments as you would load up your things.
Bucky set the car into park stepping out and greeting you with a wide smile. You return the gesture, he envelopes you into one of his warm hugs. Easing your nerves.
“Here give it to me and you can hang the dress near the suit.” Bucky takes your small suitcase and you open the backseat door his navy suit hanging from the hook, you place your own dress near it. Checking for any folds and then getting into the front seat with him.
“So um,” He says after a few moments of silence.
“Yeah?” You look at him, he seems nervous.
“We need to get our stories straight…” He hints you nod.
“When did we start dating, first date, who asked who?” You list, he nods.
“Guess watching those rom-coms proved to be useful.” He chuckles, you swat his arm lightly.
“Okay so we sort of confessed a few months ago, but we were scared to ruin the friendship.” He offers, which in a sense was true for him, though he never confessed. Even though he had fallen for you.
“Yes and we decided to date other people, but those didn’t work out so we decided to give it a shot cause the feelings never went away.” Which was true you think, at the back of your mind you were in love with him.
“Okay, yes so we’re dating since a month and a half…” He offers, you hum in agreement.
“Yep and first date…” you pause to think.
“Ice cream parlour.” He offers, you smile that was actually your first outing as friends.
“Yeah, and you had the cherry stuck to your nose with whipped cream.” You begin to laugh.
“Oh right miss, whipped cream moustache.” He gives you a look, chuckling as well.
“Oh right, you looked like a clown.” You roll your eyes.
“And you were my sidekick.” Bucky teases.
“Alright, alright, and we both confessed, got each other flowers and stuff.” You admit, you had put the flower in resin.
Bucky grips the wheel, he had gotten one flower’s petals from the bouquet preserved.
“Yeah, that, that sounds romantic enough.” He clears his throat. The earlier tension seeping back into him, was this a mistake? What if he said something stupid.
“Hey, um, Buck?” Your hand rests on his shoulder.
He looks at you at the stop sign.
“If, if at any point you feel the whole faking thing gets too much lets you know keep a safe word and we’ll you know revert to being best friends and try to exit that situation okay?” You offer.
“You’re perfect you know? I was nervous what if it gets too much for either of us and this yeah the safe word is sensible.” He agrees.
“So whats our safe word?” You question.
“Draw-four.” His mouth twists as though he can taste the loss against your multiple draw fours that you saved just for him at the one on one game.
You can’t help but laugh, “Okay, draw-four it is.”
Bucky shakes his head, shifting the gear as the green light comes into view.
“Also, Firefly, I want you to be comfortable I know what the fucker did might linger or come back at random moments, I know you’re doing well with therapy but if it gets too much or if anything triggers you, please tell me. I will get you out of that situation or help you as you need okay?” He says, you feel your chest constrict at the intensity of him caring about you.
“I will, Bucky, I promise.” You give his hand a squeeze oer the gearshift.
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The two hour journey to the venue has you both slightly tired, mostly hungry. The rehearsal dinner was the event you both had to dress up first for, as you both enter the venue.
A squeal has you both turn.
“Maya.” Bucky grins opening his arms for his cousin to come crashing into him.
“I thought you were going to ditch my wedding.” She complains but then bounces excited, “Now introduce me to your date!” her eyes turn to you, widening.
You offer a smile your congratulations to her caught in your throat as she screams excitedly once again.
“Oh my god, I knew it! I knew this would be best friends to lovers! James you did good! Wait till I tell Aunt Winnie and Becca!” Maya cheers pulling you into a hug. You hug back and Bucky scratches the back of his neck giving you a nervous look.
Maybe it would not be hard to convince them that you both were in love he thinks…. The only problem was how does he convince himself not to blabber to you.
You feel Maya’s excitement seep into you as well when she pulls away, jumping slightly.
“Congratulations!” You cheer.
“Girl, you have to tell me how did you both realise.” She raises a finger up in warning.
“I will, I will.” You give a promise to the bride.
“What is all this commotion?” Winnie Barnes steps out of the room that Maya was in, her smile widening as she spots her son.
You admire them as they hug after months of staying apart.
Winnie pulls away from the hug, running a hand over Bucky’s hair and then cupping his jaw.
“Ma, don’t cry you saw me yesterday on video-call.” Bucky wipes her tears.
“Not the same,” She pats his head, placing a kiss on his forehead.
“I love you.” He engulfs her in a hug again.
“I love you too, sunshine.” She smiles warmly.
“Now where is this mystery date of yours, hiding things from your Ma,” She gives him a small glare, Bucky widens his eyes. He scrambles to turn and his hand is outstretched towards you, you intertwine your fingers with his, stepping next to him.
“Bucky, you better not be lying.” She looks between the two of you, his grip tightens on your hand.
“We’re not, Mrs. Barnes—,”
“Sweetheart, Winnie for you always.” His mom corrects you, a warm smile.
She cups your cheek as well.
“So he finally came to his senses.” She teases.
“We both did…” You add with a smile, looking up at Bucky, admiring him.
Bucky looks down at you, your gazes transfixed upon each-other his blue eyes inviting.
Bucky wants to be lost in your eyes, drowning in their deepness. Submerging himself in the affection that they currently hold for him.
A flash has you both turn and shake your heads.
“I need one for the album.” Maya reasons and Bucky sighs.
“Send me a copy?” You offer trying to dissipate the tension.
“Why don’t you both settle into your room? And no funny business.” Winnie warns, you both pale.
“Ma, I would, no—,” Bucky stutters, a blush coating his cheeks.
Winnie looks at you, before laughing.
“He better be treating you right, sweetheart, if not just tell me. I’ll sort him out.” She gives him a warning look.
Then Winnie cups your cheek, “I am so happy you’re with him.” She says earnest.
Guilt gnaws at you, Winnie probably would be heartbroken if she knew you both were lying through your teeth.
“Sir, Ma’am, your room is ready, we’ll have the luggage delivered to your room in the next ten minutes.” The receptionist hands you the keycards.
“Well go freshen up I’ll see you both at seven-thirty for the rehearsal dinner.”
With a final hug to Winnie and Maya both of you sauntered into your room. Bucky looks at the bed. The only bed.
“Um, I’ll take the sofa.” He offers.
“Bucky that sofa is not even going to fit your legs…” You inform him.
“We’ll just make a wall of pillows?” You offer.
“Are you sure?” His mind wanders to the night you were in his arms, straddling his lap.
He coughs to remind himself; not to let his mind wander astray.
You nod, at what you don’t know, it’s not like you both haven’t cuddled or been in each other’s physical space before. Road trips you both pretty much sat next to each other fell asleep listening to songs so why was this different?
“Is it cool if I shower first?” Bucky turns to the bathroom, “Oh fuck me.” He mutters.
“What?” You follow his line of vision.
What kind of hotel was this?
The wall between the bathroom and bedroom wasn’t opaque it was a glass, a very transparent glass. The door was made on frosted glass, but again you would be able to understand what was going on.
You gulp audibly.
Bucky opens the door to check if there is a curtain or towel to cover the pane.
The bathroom proves to be larger, inside, the toilet seat away from the view only the glass shower and bathtub can be perceived from the glass.
You peek from the glass as Bucky rests his hands on his hips as he looks around for a solution.
“Shower with swimsuits?” He offers an idea.
“Bucky I didn’t carry one…” You scratch the back of your neck, suddenly everything feels incredibly warm.
“Underwear then…”
“How about we just shower while the other one faces away? Or lays in bed…” you counter.
It seems plausible, Bucky purses his lips, then nods.
“So um, you lay down, stretch your feet out and I’ll um, shower first then I’ll lay down…” He runs a hand through his hair and then over his stubble.
You nod, grabbing your phone and turning to the bed.
Bucky grabs his toiletries and powers through going to the very open bathroom. Maybe the hot water will fog up the glass?
You immediately text your best friend and Natasha about the one bed and very daunting bathroom situation but they just send stupid laughing emojis in response.
You groan.
Some friends they are, the shower runs and from your angle on the bed you can’t see a thing apart from the ceiling of the bathroom, you sigh.
It would just be easier to admit to Bucky you have feelings for him. You can’t risk your friendship though.
Bucky sighs in content as the droplets hit his skin. The warm water taking away the stress of the day and tenseness in his shoulders. He watches the rivulets trail from his body to the anti skid flooring. One hand on the wall.
His mind briefly wonders what would it be like to have his ex here and then he dismisses the thought. Sharon and he were supposed to be a one off a distraction from his growing feelings for you.
Then she got clingy, demanding every waking minute of his to be hers to fill with herself and her own needs and wants.
Bucky sighs again, the suds of soap now turning clear. He grabs the towel, checking the glass sure enough it is fogged up by the heat.
He puts on his boxers and jeans as he exits and your voice catches in your throat as a lone rivulet makes its was down his neck then chest then abdomen, ending just over the taut band of muscles and you feel as though the world is in slow motion.
“Take a picture it will last longer.” Bucky teases bringing you out of your staring.
“I h-hope you didn’t use up all t-the hot water.” You stutter get up grabbing your set of things from your bag.
The outfit for tonight was a simple purple jumpsuit that brought out your curves, and chest. Long sleeves but very comfortable.
Bucky lays down, texting Sam and Steve finally about what was happening. They both offered him advice on avoiding the shared bed but then the picture of the couch he sent had them agree with your pillow wall idea.
As the shower runs he feels himself grow less confident in his plan to have you both pretending, he was so sure he’d slip up.
When you exit Bucky’s lips part the deep purple of the jumpsuit bringing out the colour of your skin and eyes. The neckline of the outfit was probably his favourite, it was low, and accentuated your chest as the sleeves were the ones that had slits on them.
It showed skin but in a way that was risqué but classy.
The fabric hugged the curve of your hips and Bucky wanted to pull you close to him just so he could feel your warmth.
“Take a picture it will last longer.” You tease him and he shakes his head, observing you do your make up. He’d seen it before the way your tongue would poke out in concentration as you picked which eyeshadow to use or if the colours were going well with what you were wearing.
You turn to him once you’re done,
“Can you see if these are even?” You sit next to him on the bed closing your eyes.
Bucky’s eyes are on your lips and not eyelids. He traces their outline with his gaze, appearing so soft and so inviting.
“Bucky? Is the eyeliner equal?” You open your eyes as he looks up at your confused expression.
“Yes, um w-was just ma-making sure they were equal…” He stammers out quickly getting up and to further aid drying his hair. He was growing it out again.
The two of you make it downstairs, Bucky’s arm slips around your waist before you enter. Pulling you close to his warmth. You smile up at him.
“You look beautiful.” He admits looking down at you with a smile that sends flutters through your stomach.
“You look quite handsome yourself.” You offer him an equally butterfly inducing smile.
Bucky knows his heart will break this weekend but if he gets to pretend to be yours then its worth it.
You look up at Bucky stealing a final glance before walking through the door. You suddenly realise that maybe, maybe basking in this pretend would at-least give you a taste of happiness, even if the magic would end come Monday morning.
As the two of you find your seating next to Rebecca, who also is elated at you being the secret girlfriend. The dinner begins to go by without a hitch.
Emotional words are said in the practice speeches and the love between Maya and her to be husband, Marcus; is felt through all the attendees, tying them all together.
Bucky has his arm around the back of your chair, as you all wait for dessert. He doesn’t realise it when he begins to trace soft patters along your mid back. You lean into his comforting touch, allowing him to continue.
When you look up at him, your breath hitches at how intently he looks at you. Those azure eyes taking in every bit of your own eyes.
“Oh come on, just kiss already.” Rebecca’s voice stops the patterns being drawn upon you.
“W-what?” You look at her in confusion.
“You both look like you want to tear into each other.” She rolls her eyes, “Just kiss we’re all adults. Well except the kids table in the corner but,” Rebecca shrugs.
Bucky leans in deciding to kiss your cheek just to shut his sister’s mouth. You then turn to face him just when his lips were to brush you cheek.
His soft, slightly chapped lips brush over yours, his eyes widen for a moment. Then he closes them, his hand cups your jaw. You feel that damned fluttering feeling again, as you kiss him back. Your palm resting on his chest. His heart thundering wildly against his chest.
The kiss lasts for a few moments, that feel as though time was slowed down, all too soon you pull away from him. Biting your own bottom lip and a deep blush creeping across your chest and neck.
“What did you just start dating?” Rebecca comments, “That looked like a middle schooler’s kiss.”
Bucky tries to make sense, you try to make sense as well. Because what the fuck, you both just kissed each other.
“We aren’t into PDA.” You defend with a sip of your drink to soothe the nerves.
Your hand rests on Bucky’s knee, a grounding action that the two of you needed.
Back, in the room; he begins to undo his shirt, he’s halfway done when he pauses.
“Firefly?”
You turn to face him, the make up from your face gone.
“Bucky?”
“Was, was the kiss okay?” He fidgets with the cufflink as he undoes it.
“I um, guess yeah? Why?” You bring your eyes back up to his,
“No, no, um Rebecca’s comment just well, what if we don’t appear that comfortable?”
“Do we practice kissing?” You wonder, god just dig a six feet deep hole and bury yourself in it.
“I, thats not, I’m not—,” He lets out a frustrated sigh, closing the space between you two.
Your ears begin a ringing at the way his cologne floods your senses.
Bucky’s warm hands cup your cheeks,
“I’m not, not trying to take advantage of this but um, maybe we could table kissing? Because I guess handholding and all of the other things we’ve done as, as best friends, so…”
“Yeah no um, yeah I get what you’re saying,” you agree.
“No kissing then.”
“Nope, no kissing.”
With the rule established you both wind down for the night the pillow wall is built and the covers are pulled over your frames.
Exhaustion tugs at your body but sleep seems to be at its wits end not wanting to arrive to you.
Bucky shifts around in bed, staring at the pillow wall. That should not have been the first kiss between the two of you.
His mind is running a mile a minute, he wonders if you’ve fallen asleep.
“Bucky, you awake?” Your soft whisper has him tug one pillow away.
“Hey,” His soft smile greets you with his hair tousled and eyes craving sleep.
“Hey,” you smile back, your eyes on the verge of sleep, a few strands of your hair curling around your forehead.
“Can’t sleep?” He wonders and you nod.
“You too?” You ask and he nods.
“Do you want to talk till we fall asleep?” You offer as a plan.
“Sounds like a plan.” Bucky’s heart feels warm.
It is quiet for a moment before Bucky decides to tell you about his promotion at work. It’s hardly been time at the firm but they recognise his potential.
You reach across the wall and hug him, Bucky grins and wraps his arms around you, relishing the moment.
“Thats great! I’m so proud of you!” You cheer him on, he grins. You both slowly pull away from the hug. Returning to your respective sides.
The conversation flows from there, about what his new responsibilities would be and how he would have to divide his time. Both sets of eyelids get heavy and Bucky dozes off mid conversation, you chuckle lightly. Brushing his hair back and then slumber find you as well. With your hand resting on his cheek.
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It’s very warm for the cooler spring day that was predicted.
Bucky is usually feeling like a furnace but today he is exceptionally warm as well. Not that he is complaining but something about the warmth is inviting.
A soft whimper presents itself to Bucky and his eyes peel open. You’re pressed against flush him, his head was buried in the crook of your neck, an arm around your waist. Your arm resting above his own.
“Firefly…” He tries to coax you out of slumber.
“Five more minutes…” You mutter sleepily, shifting around till you face him and your head rests on his chest. How do you have a death grip on him to not let him escape he doesn’t understand.
“Firefly… we gotta get to breakfast…” Bucky manages to free his hand and brushes his thumb over your cheek bone.
Honestly he wouldn’t leave the bed if he woke up to you everyday.
“Shhh, the dough is resting.” You grumble, shifting closer.
“The dough?” Bucky grins amused.
“I’m the dough, must rest in the oven.” You complain again.
“I thought you’re my Firefly.” Oh he’s going to ask you about this.
“I can be two things.” You pull away looking at him.
Bucky looks at you, waiting for the sleepiness to leave you.
“Bucky?” You ask, then look down at your intertwined bodies, well you clinging onto him.
“Firefly, good morning.” He chuckles and then you move away from him all too soon.
“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?!” You sit up on your side, face hidden in your hands.
“Because the dough needed to rest.” He says matter of factly
“What dough?” You question, then it hits you the drunken analogy you had come up with your best friend and Nat,
“Oh that no, um, i’m, i’m going to the bathroom.”
You grab your phone and things as quickly as possible, Bucky remains laying in bed you know he’s still laughing, the endearment is clear in his demeanour but you have half a mind you’re going to be called dough from now on till you spill the reason.
Me: i sleepily blabbed to him about resting the dough.
Best Friend: you know this is why I too up night classes here, to stay awake for the fresh batch of well rested dough stories.
Nat: So how was the resting of the dough on the very hot oven?
Me: i hate you both. It was a drunken analogy about Bucky being warm.
Best Friend: that made you want to be dough resting in the oven.
Nat: so when will you get to baking? Now that you have rested.
Best Friend: oh I think very soon, Bucky’s probably stiffly up to the right temperature.
Me: i will smack you both. stop it.
You groan silently. Keeping your phone on the counter. Useless, your friends are useless comedians at your expense.
Breakfast passes by in the hotel as an uneventful affair, Bucky and you decided that meal times without family intervention would be on best friend mode so the conversation was mutual topics and trying to see if you could squeeze in a marathon of harry potter movies to commemorate the time you did the same in college a year ago.
The ceremony is at five which gives you a few hours to kill before absolutely needing to get ready.
“Do you think we should ask your mum or Maya if she needs any help? It just feels weird being just a guest…”
Bucky’s hair is falling upon his forehead when he looks up at you. Unthinkingly you reach over to help move it, and for a moment he wants to just have your fingertips run through his hair as he lays next to you.
“I, yes, we should.” He wonders if you can hear his heart beating almost as if it will leap out of his chest.
And you both find yourselves barely making it in time to get changed for the ceremony. Bucky takes over ironing duty since he knows your absolutely need to wash your hair before an event otherwise you don’t feel yourself.
In the nick of time you make it, Bucky eternally grateful you had his cufflinks set up and he helps you zip up the dress.
You both are panting by the time you reach the attached ballroom. With just two minutes till the bridal march. The wedding planner shoos you both off with a glare as if Bucky and you never helped set the decor because five people of her team fell ill.
“Shouldn’t have fixed that centrepiece.” You grumble as Bucky snickers before you settle into the seats.
“Firefly, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have left it unfixed.” He whispers leaning in,
“I would.” You whisper back.
“You’re too nice.”
“I’ll break it. Let the reception begin.” You warn him.
He wraps his arm around your shoulder bringing you close.
“I think the dough needs some rest.” He teases.
“James.” You warn, the redness of your cheeks only urging him onward.
“James—,” Your voice caught in your throat at his proximity. He licks his lips, eyes on your soft ones. You’re wearing that red lipstick from the brand you frequently stayed up at night to order from, and he could lie and say the shade does nothing for you because your lips seem so inviting the shade of red adding to your allure.
If you ask him for his heart he’d give it to you right there, he’d get on his knees and beg you to have it.
The bridal march breaks his reverie and both of you stand up with the crowd as Maya walks down the aisle with her father, looking every bit of an angel in her wedding gown.
When you look at her fiancé, your heart lurches, he’s crying tears of joy watching her close the final bit of distance between them and their forever.
As her father gives her hand in her to be husband, the intimate look of hidden smiles they share almost has you look away.
Bucky watches the ceremony play out, Maya and Marcus have to say their vows now and he knows they were best friends before Maya admitted her feelings and they have been together four years before they got engaged.
“I believe the couple have prepared their own vows.” The minister gestures and Marcus’ best man hands him his folded papers.
“Maya, I met you in high school and you were instantly my best friend.” Marcus begins.
“We made a list of promises of what we would do and a set of friendship rules, you may not remember but I still have those pieces of decorated cardboard.”
Maya laughs, recalling the memory.
You look up at Bucky, recalling the moment from where you both turned into each other’s best friends.
“The first time as best friends when we had an argument was over where would we go to for college, because in all honesty you and I can only function if we’re close enough to share our one braincell.”
Their entire bridal party laughs at the joke.
You recall the time you were paired with him to play Charades and the two of you sucked so horribly that the entire group banned the game.
“That day I was so angry but when I went back home I saw those cardboards. I knew college could be done anywhere but my best friend? I couldn’t leave her. That is the best damn decision, I made, well that and proposing to you and today standing in front of you, vowing to be by your side, even when you hate me leaving my clothes scattered on the floor, loving you even when I may be annoyed at you for not being able to pick a place for dinner,”
Maya lightly swats him, then wipes a tear.
You stare at Bucky catching the smile on his face, you wonder what he thinks about, then you feel him about to look at you so you look ahead.
“To cherish you even when things around us may push and shove us to not remember what we’re together for, to nourish and nurture our love, our life,
to work on myself to be the best I can be for you. To support you in everything you need me to support you, to catch you if you stumble, to be held by you if I tumble. I vow to be your best friend, love and husband as long as time is ours.” Marcus gazes lovingly at his bride.
Bucky tears his eyes away when he hears your sniffle. You wipe your tears with the back of your hand. His hand shifts to wipe your tears and to hold you closer. Press his lips to your temple in promise.
“Marcus, how am I supposed to speak now?” Maya complains with a chuckle that masks a small sob.
Her groom shrugs innocently making all the teary eyed faces laugh.
“My Marcus, the day you entered my life, was the most ordinary day I thought but little did I know your doodle of a covalent bond in my notebook would be setting up the reaction for an extraordinary life ahead where I get to stand at the altar with you.” Maya looks up at him, Marcus smiles at her, eyes getting watery.
“When I admitted my feelings to you, I was scared to lose you. So scared that I was going to hold my silence. Then you brought those damn sliders from the place we went to as best friends and I knew I had to tell you how much more love my heart held for you.”
Buck looks down at you, every memory with you playing in his mind, taking in Maya’s words and replacing them with moments he has with his Firefly.
“I vow to not nag you for your clothes strewn across the floor.”
Bucky adores you as you laugh. Then looks back at the bride and groom.
“I vow to be brave when you need me to for myself and for you. I vow to let my fears show so you can be brave for me and yourself. I vow to cherish you for who you are and who you become. To nourish and nurture our love, our life. To work on myself for being the one you need through any stage of life we are at; to be your best friend, love and wife as long as time is ours.”
You gaze up at Bucky when his hand moves in your periphery, you catch the redness of his cheeks, he cried as well. Your hands ache to offer comfort.
Bucky gazes at you, both of your visions blurry from the tears.
“Beautiful words, now I ask you, Marcus Finnegan, do you take Maya Barnes as your lawfully wedded wife?” The minister questions Marcus.
He places the wedding band on her finger.
Bucky grasps your hand in his, fingers curling around the space between yours. You look from the half intertwined hands to Bucky questioningly.
He isn’t going to let you go, no.
If he had gotten to you first that night, maybe if he was brave enough he could have prevented the heartbreak.
“Now I ask you, Maya Barnes, do you take Marcus Finnegan as your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister questions Maya.
She places the wedding band on his finger.
You curl your fingers around his hand, letting tears flow down your cheeks. You hope with all your heart you’re interpreting his gesture correctly. If only you had gotten to him first that night.
“I present to you family and friends, by the power vested in me, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes-Finnegan. You may now kiss the bride.”
The cheers and clapping around the ballroom die down into a dull buzz, Bucky cups your cheek with his left hand, pulling your lips onto his own. The kiss filled with a longing and hunger that you both carried for months. Salt mixes with the taste of his lips. Fears slowly let gone off as you grasp his left hand that rests upon your cheek.
When the two of you pull away for air, hidden by everyone standing to keep clapping for the newly weds allowing you both to be tucked away in your little corner.
“Why didn’t we say anything?” Bucky laughs through the tears.
“I was scared to lose you.” You rest your forehead against his, Bucky wipes your tears as you wipe away his own.
“Firefly, I’m never letting you go. Should have walked upto you and that fucker.” He finally admits, confessing his entire plan to you.
“I kept thinking of doing the same when you were with her, showed up with your favourite flowers too. Have it preserved back home…”
“I’ve kept it preserved too.” Bucky admits, joy ceases his heart at your elation.
Your lips meet again, this time with lesser longing than before but the need to have each other ever present. Bucky’s lips peppered kisses all over your face, drawing out laughter from you.
Each mirthful moment tucked away for him to keep.
Your head resting on his chest as his arms around your waist, the slow notes of the song cascade around the two of you, Bucky had you on the dance floor from the first song, dinner left for later.
You tilt your head back looking up at him with so much adoration.
“Waited so long to have you look at me this way.” He admits.
“Always looked at you this way when you weren’t looking.” You confess.
“Never looking away from your gorgeous eyes, Firefly.” He promises, his lips ghost over yours, as you rise on your tip toes even with heels to kiss your Bucky.
Summary:Reader feels lost, and she finds comfort in the arms of someone she didn’t expect.
Warnings:depression, suicidal thoughts, implied attempted suicide (very light, only if you squint real hard)
Author’s Note: When I started writing this I was in a very bad place. I started wirting it because I felt exactly as reader feels in this fic. And this was my only outlet. Daydreaming as always. It helped a little fantasizing that my very own Bucky would comfort me in my darkest days, so I decided to share this with you all. I hope it helps those who need it, if only a little bit. You’re not alone. Don’t forget to reach out for help. Attempting against your life is never the answer, guys. You matter. You’re important and people do care. We don’t have to live through this alone. And I know it isn’t easy. And I know it can’t be cured with a fanfiction. I know.But knowing people care, sharing the way you feel with people you love and people who love you does help. It makes things easier, lighter. And if you ever need to talk to someone, you can always come to me. It gets better, guys. It really does. Stay safe. I love you all <3
Bucky could always tell if you’d cried yourself to sleep during the night. Your pretty eyes would be puffy and reddish the next morning. Your shoulders would hunch over, as if the weight you’d cried off the night before hadn’t left completely. You’d shuffle your feet across the floor. You’d look numb, weary. And he always knew that crying all alone in your bed at night had left you feeling worse than before.
“Hey, doll,” he greeted quietly when you entered the kitchen.
You lifted your face up to see him sitting on the stool across from the kitchen table. The sunlight that came from the window behind him shone on his bed hair, creating a halo around his head that made him glow.
“Hey, Buck.” You smiled weakly at him in an attempt to hide the fact that you’d cried the night before. But the smile, as weak as it had been, was real. Seeing him always made your heart feel less heavy and the weight over your shoulders dissipated for a little while.
You walked towards the stove that was behind him and filled the teapot with tap water before setting it onto the flame. You placed your hands on the edge of the counter and let your head fall forward. You let out a silent sigh, and prayed that the remnants of the tears shed last night weren’t noticeable to Bucky.
“Everything okay, doll?” he said behind you, tentatively.
You lifted your head up and turned to see him. He was looking at you worryingly, and he’d turned his whole body in your direction. He didn’t attempt to hide the scowl of concern on his face.
You attempted a smile, but it didn’t come out right. Everything was not fine. And you were dying to tell him just that. But you knew if you did, you’d crumble before him, and that was something you couldn’t afford. Looking weak in front of people wasn’t something you were very fond of.
“Yeah, Buck. Everything’s fine.” You shrugged your shoulders in a weak attempt to be nonchalant.
Bucky knew better, but he didn’t push.
He stood up from the stool and shortened the distance between you two in a few strides. He towered over you by a good 8 inches. His presence wasn’t intimidating. He didn’t make you nervous. He made you feel at peace. And you wondered what it’d be like to be wrapped up in his arms, if a hug from him would ease the pain in your chest and lift the weight off your shoulders.
He placed both hands upon your upper arms and said in the most soothing voice: “I’m here if you need me, doll.” He looked intently into your eyes, and you were trying so goddamn hard not to cry. “Always.” He smiled and squeezed your arms softly before letting you go and walking out of the kitchen.
And you knew and embrace from him would definitely help you ease the pain. And you found yourself longing to be held by Bucky Barnes.
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It was taking a toll on you. You couldn’t focus on missions anymore. You were in a bad mood all the time. You’d snap at everyone for everything and anything, and all you wanted was to sleep. Sleep all day. Sleep and not worry about life anymore. You weren’t sure when, but you’d started to wish to never wake up.
But the world needed you. And you couldn’t afford sleeping all the time. You couldn’t afford being distracted during missions because you would not only jeopardize your life, but also your teammates’.
And it was too much. The weight of the world was upon your shoulder. The weight of being a good soldier, a good agent was upon your shoulders. The weight of everything was upon your shoulders. And the tears that you shed in your bed every night weren’t nearly enough to lift it all off. You were fading away and there was nothing you could do about it. And if there was, you didn’t care to find it.
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“You could’ve gotten killed, Y/N!” Tony yelled as he paced back and forth across the carpeted living room floor. His right hand swiped along his hair, pushing it back and away from his face.
“Wouldn’t that had been delightful?” you said, trying so little to hide the fact that you didn’t care.
“What?” Tony stopped his pacing and stood in front of you. He couldn’t quite figure out if you were serious, and there were both anger and concern in his features.
You were all used to bottling things up. If you were sad or depressed or angry, you bottled it all up. There was no time for feelings. You all had more important things to do. You were looked up to. And people didn’t want to see sad agents. They wanted sparkly agents, happy avengers that would gladly give their life for them, as ungrateful as they were.
You sighed wearily and rolled your eyes as you stood up from the couch. “Nothing, Tony.” You patted his shoulder before walking past him towards the staircase.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” And the concern in his voice was noticeable, but god you didn’t have the energy to do this right now. You didn’t have the energy to do anything at all lately.
You stopped at the first step and turned your body in his direction. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m not allowed to not be okay.” You shrugged your shoulders and went upstairs, leaving him with dread hanging over his head.
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It was too much. Everything was too much. The little things that used to bring you joy had ceased to be important to you. Being in combat, fighting the bad guys, kicking some hydra ass were things you utterly enjoyed. But that was gone too. You saw no light at the end of the tunnel. It kept getting darker and deeper, and your resilience was wearing thin. You were disappearing and nobody cared. Not even you.
The music in your ears was loud, and the tears flowed free down the sides of your face, disappearing into your hair. Music used to bring you peace of mind, and you were trying so desperately to find it again. You were trying desperately to cling to the remnants of life that could keep your feet grounded onto this world. And it wasn’t happening. Nothing worked anymore. Not even music. So what was the point on keep on living then? If nothing could bring you joy anymore? If nothing could spark a little bit of life into you? And the thought appeared in your mind in a flash, almost fleeting. And you held onto it. Onto your last hope. Your last resource.
It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? You had the means. You had the weapons. You had the knowledge so it would be as painless and quick as possible.
So why then were you taking so long? Why were your hands shaking? Why was all your body shaking? Why were there tears running madly down your face if this was what you wanted to do?
The gun felt heavy in your hand, and you dropped it as if it were scorching hot. And you ran. You stormed off your quarters and let your legs guide you to wherever they wanted to go. You let your heart guide you to the one place you knew you’d feel safe from your own thoughts; the one place you’d feel safe from yourself.
It was as if he’d sensed you’d come because he opened the door just when you were about to knock. And there he was, standing tall and broad and waiting.
He didn’t say a word, but you sensed he knew why you were standing on his doorstep, crying and shaking. He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t have to, because when he opened his arms, you stepped into them in a heartbeat, with no doubt in your mind that this was the place you needed to be at the most right now.
When his arms wrapped around you, it felt as if all the broken pieces of your shattered soul were being glued back together, back in place. It was as if he was absorbing all the bad thoughts and feelings that had been consuming you for months. And you held onto him. You held onto him as if your life depended on it. And it did in a way.
You sobbed into his shirt, leaving a damp spot on the fabric. He ran his right hand through your hair, soothing you, comforting you. He placed his right cheek on top of your head and brought you closer to his body when your sobs became cries. He never said a word, and he never urged you to stop crying.
“It’s gonna be okay, doll,” he whispered against the top of your head; his hands never ceasing to stroke your hair and back soothingly. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
And it was all you needed. Someone who cared. Someone who showed they cared. Someone who allowed you to live your feelings without trying to shut you down.
This was the light at the end of the tunnel. The spark of hope that you were so desperately looking for. And here it was, in the arms of a man who had always been there but you’d been too blind to see it.
Going back to normal wasn’t going to be easy, and you were aware of it. But knowing Bucky cared, knowing Bucky was there to pick you up, would make it less difficult. And it was worth staying for.
Author’s Note: I don’t know how many times I’m going to say this, but I am terribly sorry for being gone for so long. But I am glad to be back, I do hope that you guys enjoy this new chapter.
Warning: Sexual Harassment, please do not read if it could be too much to handle
The entirety of the trip was leaving you with your mind reeling and your heart racing. The monster you’ve spent, knowing now it’s actually been almost two months since you’ve stayed with him, had you thinking more ways than one just how mind boggling he made you feel.
Bucky was courteous, kind, and even cracking jokes with you. Never once did he do that while you were imprisoned in the plantation. Sure you were the one cracking the ever terrible jokes, trying to make the best of everything. But you never thought he would make the jokes, nor even smile when you tried to fire back the jokes he made. Though one thing did tug at your mind, one question that shouldn’t even matter.
“How did you even get all of that money?” You looked to him as you stopped near a red light.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” He answered simply while staring ahead out the window. You sighed to yourself, knowing you weren’t going to get any answer from him.
It was quiet for the next few minutes, the coldness of the AC making goosebumps rise on your skin. No music played on the radio, only the soft breathing of both Bucky and yourself filled the car.
From the distance you could see the outline of the mountain. The place that you knew as your prison just awaiting from your ever growing sadness and anger. You knew not to make yourself angry, especially while enclosed in a car with an ex-assassin.
You snuck a look at him, his features strangely calm looking for a man struggling for his past and fighting for his future. Yet you smirked when thinking of a particular joke from within the store.
“So,” you began, Bucky looked at you, “do you think Ann’s got a sister?”
The atmosphere between you and Bucky had changed, the difference wasn’t significantly humongous but it still mattered to you. He wouldn’t glare towards you as often, the stiff posture he held was slightly more relaxed. If you didn’t know any better, it also seemed he started to lose the ever present grimace on his face.
‘Reminder to self, thank George and Ann next time I see them.’
You sighed to yourself, surprisingly somewhat bored with what the day had became. Usually you were content with exploring the halls of the plantation, with an odd shadow shaped like Bucky following you, but today was merely just a day. You couldn’t even entertain yourself with that strange shadow, he was nowhere in sight.
A thought protruded into your head as you wondered up the stairs to go to your room, finally tired of the day growing into night.
‘Where the hell is his room?’
Your eyes ran down the two halls of the plantation, his room had to be somewhere in that hellhole.
‘Was it that locked room?’
To your body’s own accord it moved towards where you knew to be the locked room. As your hand reached for the door, you could feel the determination set and fill your veins. You weregoing to get into that room if it was the last thing you do. With a deep breath, you turned the nob, and with a short gasp you found the door unlocked.
The door creaked loudly as you pushed it open enough for your head to peak through. Bucky was nowhere to be seen within the old room. You knew what you were doing was the exact thing that could get you killed. Yet the curiosity within you made your actions justified for the time being.
Your eyes began to take in everything; from the map hanging on his wall, his clothes piled neatly in the corner. You expected everything to be a wreck, for the bed to be broken, cloths ripped to shreds, for a monsterto have destroyed the room. But no, it was uncommonly neat looking and you couldn’t help but feel ashamed for thinking that it should have been in ruins just because of the things he had done in the past.
Sighing, you furthered yourself into the room, curious as to what else he held within it. As you made your way closer to his bed, what you could make out from the moonlight were journals strewn across the bedding, next to it a black backpack.
Should you have even bothered to open them, no, but did you open them anyway, yes. It was in your nature to wonder and in your blood to read. Surely he wasn’t going to fault you for ‘accidentally’ opening his journals.
You grabbed the first journal on your right, sticky notes sticking out from the pages and dog-ears making some of the pages lump. A slight scowl formed on your lips when seeing the dog-ears.
‘Of course he fucking dog-ears his pages.’
As you opened to the front page, the first thing you see was a handmade table-of-contents.
-Begininning
-Childhood
-Steve?
-War
-Blood
You couldn’t even get through the first page when hearing the door behind you open more.
“What are you doing in here?”
His voice startles you to the point where you jump, dropping his journal in the process. You turn to him and see his eyes widen in realization as to what you were exactly doing.
Bucky rushes to the bed, grabbing his journals hurriedly and placing them within the backpack.
“I-I’m sorry-“
He cuts you off with a roar, “Get out! Get! Out!”
The sheer anger you felt from him terrified you to death. The only thing you could think of was to flee, to get as far away as you could from him. At that moment, you truly do believed he was the monster people made him out to be.
Your mind is reeling in terror, your body pushing itself to find the nearest place of safety. It didn’t even occur to you as you ran past Philippe to take him and go home. You only wanted to be away from him, from the man you believed to be changing.
The moon was the only light you had to help you traverse the wooden land of the Virginian woods. At this point you were only running aimlessly, your body couldn’t stop even if you wanted it to.
Your eyes squinted when seeing faint florescent lights in the distance. Finally you forced your energy drained body to slow down, your lungs screaming for air as your mind screamed for understanding of the situation at hand.
‘I should leave, I should leave and go find dad.’
The lights grew clearer and clearer as you walked towards them. To your relief, a gas station stood lit brightly, a beacon of some sort for your tired self.
You huffed heavily as you neared the curb, you tried your damnedest to not let what had just happened to get to you. Yet once the dam holding back tears broke, you couldn’t stop them, they ran freely as you hiccuped and took in shaky breaths.
‘Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. I can’t do this anymore.’
You’re trying to calm yourself as you hear footsteps near you. Looking up from the ground you see a group of men walking towards you. You could feel your heart race when seeing them come closer.
If it was any other day, you knew what your exact response would be to these men. A simple yet strong, ‘Fuck off and fuck you,’ would’ve sufficed. But once again, fate never wanted to play nicely.
It was nighttime, you were alone, and nowhere near civilization.
The wolf whistles from the men made you close into yourself. Hastily you wiped away the tears to steel yourself into not showing these wolves your sadden eyes.
A ‘Hey, baby,’ a mere ‘Why are you all by yourself?’ and a ‘You look so beautiful tonight, darlin’’ made bile rise in your throat. Now only did you wish you stayed within the ‘safe’ confines of the plantation.
You try to smile at these men, no, wolveswith hungry eyes and unforgiving actions, “I’m just waiting for my friend fellows, I’d like to be alone.”
There’s tsk’ing as you requested them to leave you alone.
“Please, I don’t want any trouble.” You beg slightly, your body was in the stages of fight or flight when hearing them chuckling.
Your stomach is churning, your heart beating painfully in your chest, and your lungs ready to burst at any moment from the looks in these mens’ eyes.
The man closet to you grabs your arm, his hands are rough against your bare skin, the others are laughing as you’re trying pulling away from him.
“Aw, baby don’t be that way.” The man’s voice sent chills down your spine. He tries to pull you closer into his embrace. The familiar stench of alcohol coated his breath as he tried to pull you into him again.
You hit him, yelling, “Let go of me!” You could feel the tears starting again as his tightens his grip on your arm.
He jerks you harshly, “Feisty little bitchyou are, might have to take care of that.” The others continue to laugh along, as if they’re use to seeing this, that it was a regular Friday night for them.
You continue your actions, screaming, pleadingfor help you just knew that wasn’t coming. Your hands clashed with the man’s body, his face, anything you could injure to get away. But the laughter kept coming as you kept fighting.
Out of nowhere you hear a car screeching to a stop, with it a righteous slam of a door.
Your eyes are too clouded with tears to notice who came from the car. But soon enough you realize just who it is once all the men were on the ground. Many of them groveling in pain or unconscious from the administrations from the man standing in front of you, his eyes filled with concern.
It’s Bucky, he’s standing in front of you, slightly out of breath but there nonetheless. He grabs your hand gently, then leads you to the car. With gentle touches he buckles you in and walks to the driver side of the car. You stare numbingly onto the dashboard, clearly trying to process the last couple of hours.
Ever so slowly, your eyes move across the dashboard, finding that the car to look strangely familiar. You look towards where the keys should be, but finding nothing there.
Out of everything that should have been said at that moment, you ask, “Did you hot-wire Philippe?”
You look at Bucky to see him shake his head slightly.
“Yes.”
A late August rain rolled in as you and Bucky comforted yourself inside the confines of the mini library. You watch as Bucky tries to clean up his ever present wound. A soft grumble parts his lips as he tries to wipe away the blood.
Carefully you move towards him, a wet rag in hand, “Here… just let me do this.”
Touching the wound softly you hear him yell out in pain.
“That hurts!”
You counter him, “Maybe if you held still and let me do this it wouldn’t hurt so much.”
“Maybe if you didn’t run away, this wouldn’t have happened!” He replies quickly, already annoyed with the argument at hand.
“Well if you didn’t scare me, I wouldn’t have ran away!” You try to clean his wound again until he counters you once more.
“Then you shouldn’t have gone into my room, or looked at my belongings!” He looks at you, relentless in proving that he was right in what he did. Even if he knew what he did was clearly wrong.
You scoff, “Well, you need to learn to control your damn temper!”
Bucky opens his mouth to respond but quickly closes it when found at a loss for words. You roll your eyes, knowing you won and he is giving up with the argument.
“Just please hold still Bucky, it might sting a bit…” You move the rag towards the wound once more, you feel his body jolt slightly from the stinging. Continuing your actions, you move to press the rag on another part of the gash. “I, I am sorry though for looking at your journal…”
You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you, you didn’t dare look up at him, there was just too much more to say to him.
“They, those pigs what we sadly call men…” You could feel your heart beating slightly faster when thinking of them, “I just,” you pause for a second before finally looking up at him, “thank you for saving me, Bucky.”
His face was stoic but his eyes showed every emotion he felt, mainly the mere shock of you thanking him had shown itself.
Author’s Note: Okay, so, I SUCK a bunch and cannot for the life of me get stuff out in time. I’m truly sorry for getting this out literally almost two months late. Also please do forgive me for not answering back to messages, I’m working and I can’t always have the time to be on here.
I promise to answer any questions or messages I have tomorrow, then to whomever finds it fitting, can ‘yell’ at me.
To make up, this is BY FAR the longest chapter for BATB. Not to mention this is also one of the fluffiest pieces for this fanfiction so far.
Italicized of course means what you’re thinking, exception of the first few paragraphs. I suggest reading the previous chapter before reading this.
As you continued to glance around the room, your eyes made their way to the forgotten book on the floor. Curiosity filled every nerve within you as you knelt down towards the floor to retrieve the book.
Its pages were worn and yellowed, dust still covered some parts of it as you skimmed it from the back to the front. As you closed the book, the name ‘Emily Dickinson’ jumped at you in the form of cursive letters. A small smirk edged its way onto your lips when realizing the ‘cold-blooded’ Barnes was reading poems from the infamous Dickinson.
It was peculiar nonetheless when thinking about him reading such things. You would have thought that as a person who has done such horrid crimes would have no thought about the matter of poems; the only things to cloud his mind were to be of murder and rotting beings, but to say that you were pleasantly surprised would have been an understatement.
You have already spent just a day with him and as much as you should have been more petrified of him, you couldn’t help but to bring yourself wanting to help him more than ever.
As much as you wanted to return to your father, you could just see the start of something deeper within the confined mind of James Barnes.
Days filled with hidden agendas, nights full with fear inducing pain; it was everything that he was made of at this point. No light could wriggle its way into his life. The only thing he knew was the dark pain brought upon from the past.
Bright mornings with coffee filled kitchens, nights bare from any danger from monsters under the bed; you were safe, safe as can be with a caring father such as yours. Life had its monsters already dealing with your inner turmoil, but nothing could teeter your strong progress in life.
But the monsters, breathing heavy and blood thirsty, they always found their way to deal the worst of fates to those so undeserving of its wrath.
Weeks passed since Bucky’s episode of the infamous thousand yard stare. You would be on constant surveillance to see if the poor ex-assassin was having another episode. Yet during those weeks, it wasn’t the during the day you needed to worry about. The night served as the most gruesome of times as you would hear his screams echo into the darkness.
You should have helped him when his first nightmare surfaced. But your own fear of what he could do when being brought out of those stomach churning terrors had paralyzed you into a stupor of your own.
It was after every morning since those following weeks that you’ve seen his harden glare turn into something more human. His eyes were filled with exhaustion, fear, and anger; the reasons for those feelings became more apparent when he’d scream of the pain he faced during the night before.
Cautiously, you watched his tired yet rigid body enter the kitchen. The bags under his eyes became deeper over time, Bucky’s appearance began to show the true age he should be.
“Morning.” You spoke softly, you had learned the hard way that he was in fact no morning person after a night of terror.
He didn’t respond, he simply nodded his head towards you, his greasy brown locks falling over his eyes once more. You watched as he made his way towards the small pantry. Instantly you could tell as he threw his head back a little that he was annoyed.
“Hey,” you called for him, his steely blues quickly shifted towards your leaning body, “we need to go out to get supplies, this is the last bit of food.” Slowly, you pushed an open can of tangerines towards him.
Bucky eyed the can suspiciously, “Did you poison it?”
Your eyes widened as you almost spat out your food, “Are you kidding me! I’m eating from the same can!”
He shrugged, as if it was a common question he had asked, “I’ll repeat myself again, did you poison it?”
“No!” You yelled incredulously, even after spending a month with him, Bucky had said very little to you and for what he did decide to say, it always left you wondering what he had experienced to be thinking in such a manner.
Bucky decided to just address your loudness with another shrug as he grabbed the half eaten can of food. “Fine,” he spoke with a full mouth, “but you’re coming with me, I am not leaving you here by yourself.”
“What are you, scared I’ll leave you?” You quipped back, highly annoyed that he’d think that you would do such a thing. Surely you couldalways escape if he decided to go alone to get supplies. But, the thought of your father’s safety was too important to you to jeopardize.
‘I miss him… I’ll come back someday.’
You were about to traverse darker roads within your mind until hearing Bucky’s voice cut through to you.
“Come on, we have to leave now before it gets too late.” He was standing by the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as his eyebrows were furrowed towards your dazed expression. Bucky cocked his head slightly to the left, signaling for you to follow him. Quick to your feet, you began to trail him towards the front door. He began to throw on his coat as well as his baseball cap when there.
“Woah, wait right there Barnes.” You skidded to a stop when finally passing the dinged mirror by the front door. He turned to you to see your slightly disturbed looking face.
His eyebrows furrowed further under the cap, “Why are you stopping me?” Bucky seemed to go into a defensive mode as you held your hands up in a surrendering manner.
“Look at us, I know you don’t want to attract attention to yourself, but with how we’re looking, we’re going to catch a few eyes.” You explained slowly.
“That’s why I wear this?” He said, somewhat confused with what you meant.
You sighed, “It’s not just the clothes, we look disgusting, we need to clean up some before going out into the public.”
He seemed to finally grasp what you were saying as he began to shrug off his jacket. Bucky pointed towards the back door, in large strides he was already down the long hallway and motioning for you to once again follow him. As you caught up to him, his mouth was stretched into a tight line.
“Where are we going?” You questioned as you shifted uncomfortably under his stern glare.
“You said we needed to clean up.” Bucky spoke vaguely as he opened the kitchen’s backdoor. For the first time since the encounter in the basement, he grabbed your shoulder, the cold metal shocking you slightly. You had no idea if he used his metal appendage as a form of being dominate or if he was actually scared to use his flesh hand to touch you. Either way it saddened you slightly at the thought of him being both scared and having the need to be in control of a situation as simple as this.
Bucky was slowly guiding you towards the forrest, it was a natural instinct for you to tense when he lead you towards the wooded fortress.
“I’m not going to kill you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” His gruff voice spoke lowly, he seemed even more annoyed now.
premise: when bucky hears noises coming from your room he doesn’t expect to open the door and see you playing with yourself. but he’s more than happy to give you a helping hand.
pairing: bucky barnes x (f)reader
warnings: degradation-ish, caught in the act/slight voyeurism, mutual masterbation, cum eating/tasting, use of whore and slut, bucky calling the reader baby. reminder: you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only.
word count: 2.5k
etc: did i skip to day 30 just to post something basically on halloween for you guys even though i have fourteen through twenty nine to still do?? absolutely and we are not going to mention it when i post the rest of the works in november ok? ok! and now that that is settled: i didn’t specify what ‘role’ bucky plays in the readers life so please feel free to cast him as whomever your little heart desires lmao.
I skipped to another song as I layed back down on my sunbed, enjoying the sun warming my skin. It was a good day. We rarely had good days.
Tony had bought a yacht and he convinced us that we all should take a break to go on a little vacation. Everyone agreed, and I hadn’t seen any of them this happy in months.
Steve, Bucky, Sam, Peter and Thor were racing to see who could swim the fastest, Tony, Rhodey, Natasha, Clint and Bruce were at the bar preparing cocktails, Wanda and Vision were in the back of the yacht, watching the view. I was being me, laziest person in the team, laying down sunbathing with my earpods in.
“Thanks.” I said to Tony as he brought me a drink.
“You’re welcome,” He said as he threw himself on the sunbed next to mine.
“This is amazing.” I said as I took another sip from my drink.
I chatted with Tony for a while until Natasha called us to the water.
“Come on.” Tony said as he got up, everyone was now in the water, waiting for us to join.
“No-uh, I think I’ll stay here. I am getting really tan.”
“Come on (Y/N)!” Natasha shouted for me from the water.
“You can work on your tan after a swim, just get up.”
The reason I didn’t go in the water was that I actually didn’t know how to swim. When I was a little girl I had fallen into the neighbor’s pool and ever since that I would never go into a pool where my feet didn’t touch the ground and that I couldn’t see the bottom of. I knew it would sound ridiculous, I was a member of The Earth’s Mightiest Heroes but I couldn’t swim.
Tony kept insisting, “Tony…I- I don’t know how to swim.” I said quietly.
“What?” This is embarrassing.
“I-I am scared. It’s just that I almost drowned when I was a kid so-“
“That’s okay! This is the best chance you get to learn! We’ll teach you and you can overcome your fear. A good thing to cross off your bucket list.”
“I am good here. Thanks though.”
“Alright, no pressure.” He left and joined the others.
I put my earpods back in, laying down again. I closed my eyes, trying to relax, Just when I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone standing above me, blocking the sun.
I opened my eyes to see Bucky. He had just gotten out of the water.
“Hi honey-“ I noticed he had a evil smile on his face, and the others were silent, watching us. They looked like they were trying not to laugh.
Fuck. He was going to grab me and bring me to the water. I knew it.
I jumped up screaming, “No! Don’t you dare- Bucky I SWEAR TO GOD NO!” I tried to run from him but he caught me by my waist, wrapping his arms around me and picking me up. As he walked towards the edge of the yacht, I kept screaming and asking for others to help. He held me down and jumped inside the water, with me in his arms.
Luckily, I managed to inhale before we hit the water and hold my breath, but I was still terrified as fuck when the cold water hit my warm skin. When we got on surface again, I wrapped my legs around his torso and hugged his head, not knowing what to do. I started freaking out, there were even fish and all.
“Oh god-OH GOD! GET ME OUT, I-“ moved around in panick, splashing water all around me including his eyes. He tried to hold me steady, “Calm down babe, hey,” He held me gently and I just hugged him, I felt like my heart was about to pound out of my chest.
“I would do this sooner if I knew you would be all around me like this,” He said with a smirk.
“Now is no time to joke Barnes! I hate all of you.”
Everyone tried to calm me down and saying it was okay. They insisted that they could teach me how to swim, I really just wanted to go back to safety in my sunbed. But they wouldn’t let it go, so I had to say yes.
Natasha and Sam showed me how to move my legs and arms, I listened like a little kid.
“Okay, now try it. I am letting go.” Bucky said but I panicked, hugging him tighter, “NO!”
“Ssh it’s okay. I am holding you-fine.” He put his hand on each of my body, and I practised how to move my body.
“You’re ready. Just try to swim towards Steve, I’ll get you if something is wrong.” Bucky said after a while of me practicing.
Everyone cheered for me as I tried to encourage myself. Steve opened his arms, he wasn’t even that far but in my eyes it was really scary.
“Okay, here I go.” I said and Bucky let go. I moved my arms and legs fastly in panick, trying my best to swim towards Bucky.
Sam, Natasha, Clint, Tony and Thor clapped for me as I did my best to swim as fast as I could -I was ridiculously slow-.
When I finally reached Steve he let me hold onto him, I was out of my breath and my heart was pounding. After I rested for a minute.
“Okay now, swim towards me!” Natasha said and I did, hugging her.
I swam towards everyone so I could practise.
“You’re doing great!” Wanda stated when she let go of me and I swam back towards Bucky.
I had gotten tired and he must have realized, he swam towards me too and pulled me in his arms.
“Thanks guys, this is not so bad, I guess.”
We hanged out for a while in the water, then everyone except me and Bucky went back in the yacht.
He swam a little further from the yatch, to a spot no one could see us.
“You trying to take advantage of me, Mr. Barnes?” I asked playfully before resting my forehead against his.
“You caught me.” He said with a smirk before locking his lips with mine.
It was a slow, passionate kiss, I ran my hands through his wet hair as his hands rested on the back of my thighs.
We were really enjoying that moment before our team mates, the actual 5 year olds decided to splash cold water at us from the yacht with a big water gun.
I screamed after we pulled away, “TONY I SWEAR TO GUN I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU WHEN I GET BACK UP THERE!”
After that, the water fight began, and it lasted pretty much our entire vacation. It was a huge mess, but we all loved it. Those couple of days were the kind of days I would just look around and think to myself; I am happy. I love this family, I am happy with my life. Our lives always had been tough, but dayslikethis lighted it up.
Summary:this is my entry for @pellucid-constellations ’s #loveletterswritingchallenge i sincerely enjoyed writing this, it was so much of fun to come up with a story that left me all fuzzy and happy.
Pairing:bestfriend!bucky x plus size female!reader (set in an AU)
Warnings: fluff, angst, recount of bullying comments experienced by the reader, mentions of fatphobic comments, fluff, mentions of anxiety attacks, swearing, mutual pining, no smut, sam and natasha have the braincell in the two friendships. please note if any of this triggers you please do not read. you are responsible for the media you consume.
A.N: this is my first time writing a plus sized reader, being plus sized i’ve always wanted to explore writing for a reader who looks like me, i hope i’ve done well, if not i will strive to improve my writing so please be kind, thank you. that being said, i am immensely proud of what i have written.
i will share my new crayons if you share your sparkle pens.
-bucky’
‘dear bucky,
i want the blue crayon, you pick a sparkle colour, i will share it with you
-y/n’
‘dear sparkle,
i want the purple sparkle, because its your favourite, i wanna be your favourite too.
-bucky’
‘dear bucky,
you are my favourite.
and you can have the purple sparkle.
-sparkle’
‘dear sparkle,
i think we are going to be best friends.
-bucky’
‘dear bucky,
i think so too.
-sparkle’
Fifteen.
“what do you mean you are moving away?” You ask, confusion laces through your features.
“It means I have to go to a new city, my dad got a new job, they gave him a fancy house. Sparkle I don’t want to move.” Bucky is looking sullen, his blue eyes hold a sadness that is slowly seeping into his heart with every minute that passes.
It is slowly sinking in what is going to happen, he has go leave everything here, his childhood home, the mini play house at the backyard, this swing set you both have been sitting on since time began, and you.
Summary: Chris spots Loni (Lon-E) in the club, completely fucked up. He spends the night protecting her and making sure she has the most fun.
A/N: Thanks @kajjaka&@brandleb for putting a name!! Enjoy plsss! I JUST SPENT 30 MINUTES TRYING FIND A OUTFIT. YALL BETTER LIKE THIS POST
Loni knew the alcohol was kicking in when the music start to zoned out. “Kylaa?” She called for her best friend but Kyla was gone. ‘Just my luck’ She thought but a song quickly caught her attention.
“What’s this song? Oh I know! Oh, how many ways can I say that I need you? Baby, it’s true I think I might die without you.” Loni went up the bar getting two more drinks. The first one went down with ease which completely fucked her up.
Sitting her second cup down, she turned around from the bar bumping into a hard chest. “Oof I am so sorry ma'am -” Completely out of it, Loni cut him off by running her hands up his shirt, singing the lyrics.
“Feeling all over my body. You know how I like it, ain’t gotta tell you what to do.”
Chris enjoyed every bit of it,“I’m Chris and you are?”
Loni’s bright smile, drew him in. “Loni!”
“Are you drunk?”
“Yes! And you sir are one fine piece of meat.”
Chris looked behind her seeing someone spiking her drink so he pulled her closer then decided to say something. “Oi! What do you think you’re doing mate?”
The guy turned around with a smirk . “I know her 'mate’. ” He mocked,“I’m just watching out her drink. You know how ladies is.”
That pissed Chris off,“No I don’t know how ladies are. You need to go find you something safe to do.” He leaned down to Loni’s height. “Do you know him?”
She took her face off his chest, looking at the random man with a frown. “No.”
Chris nodded knowing exactly what to. He leaned forward grabbing the drink, splashing it the mans face. “Next time I catch you spiking a women’s drink, I won’t hesitate to beat your ass.” Being completely protective of Loni, Chris grabbed her waist.
“Let’s go Loni.”
“Okay baby!”
She giggled, putting her weight on him. Chris shook his head at how cute she was acting. “Loni, you’re not going to be able to remember none of this in the morning. You’re fucked up and it’s just 11:52 p.m.”
“What did you say- oohhh my godd I know this song!” She yelled when Need to Know came through the speakers. Her attention span is really short, which made him laugh.
“Sing it to me then!” He encouraged her and sung her heart out.
“Wanna know what it’s like. Baby, show me what it’s like. I don’t really got no type, I just wanna fuck all night.” She winked at him, vibing with the music. Chris being from Australia, he really didn’t know these songs. He was only there with the cast just to have a good night out.
He bent down to her height,“Let me bring you to my mates!” Still dancing to the music, Loni nodded her head excitedly.
Chris took her hand bringing her to the private lounge that the cast rented. The lounge was nice and had the 6 in there.
“Aye mates this is Loni. Loni this is RDJ, Evans, Scarlett, Ruffalo, and Renner.”
Loni gave her best drunk smile .“Heeyyyy guys!”
RDJ face gave amusement,“Oh shit Hemsworth, she’s drunk already?”
“She’s a pretty one too.” Renner being his usual flirty self. Chris narrowed his eyes at him.
“Watch it Renner and RDJ I didn’t get her drunk, actually she ran into me like this.”
“Calm down tiger, we know you have dibs on her.” Scarlett laughed passing Loni a shot. “Welcome to the group Loni!”
“Thank you!”
“Chris I’m surprised you were able to get her with you know with the ugly face and all.” Evans joked making Chris flip him off playfully.
The guys were in random conversations keeping close eyes on the girls. Chris let Loni drink as much as she wanted since she was in close proximity. After a couple of songs played, she got bored. Wobbling over to Chris.
“I’m bored..” She whine sitting in his lap placing her face on his chest. Chris wrapped his arm around her waist. “You ready to go home my love?”
’Real hot girl shit’
That gave Loni energy, completely ignoring Chris. “This my shit!” She got up, squatting on top of his lap and started shaking her ass.
’Uh, his friends and his dad hate me(yeah)
I broke his lil’ heart, he a crybaby (wah-wah-wah)
If I ain’t let him hit the pussy by now’
The cast and more hyped Loni on while she twerked. Some people even recorded her. Chris felt like the man, smacking her ass and gripping it when he could. He loved the fact that it all belongs to him. Well he think it do.
Soon they were back on the dance floor.
’Take me for a ride, boy
Show me your wild side, boy
Know it’s been a while, boy’
Chris hands never left Loni’s waist as she grinded against him. Loni could feel his friend get hard under her.
“When I get my chance, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” Chris growled in Loni ear. That shit turned her on all the way.
“Yes daddy.” She teased as his lips attached against neck. Chris wasn’t going to take advantage of her,obviously she’s drunk still. (Consent people!) Everyone need to know that she belongs to him.
Loni placed her lips onto his. “You are so beautiful.” She mumbled between every kiss.
Chris let his hands guide down to her ass, squeezing it. “I should be saying that ma'am.” He kept pecking her lips because he wanted to feel her soft lips against his every second.
They just swayed in the crowd, enjoying each other company. The night was coming to a end and the dj was starting to play Love Songs to end the night.
“I love this song!” Loni spoke loud enough for Chris to hear. He grabbed her waist pulling Loni backwards into his arms.
“Is that so darling?”
“Must be love on the brain that’s got me feeling this way.It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good.” Loni made hand gestures like the song was hitting the right mood. She intertwined her hands with his, Chris watched her every move.
The way she sung the lyrics, told him that it was really hitting home. “And I can’t get enough. Must be love on the brain and it keeps cursing my name. No matter what I do, I’m no good without you.”
Tears fell down her cheeks. “Are you okay my love?” Chris asked, wiping away her tears. She shook her head, and he pulled her into his chest. “I’m so sorry for whatever happened to you. I will make it up to you and whatever pain you have, I promise I will take it away.”
Chris just held her,“Are you ready to go my love?” Loni nodded, sleep now taking over. He picked her up and she took a quick nap on the way to his car.
As Chris placed Loni in the front seat, he saw her chest start to light up. It was her phone and someone was calling.
“Hello?”
“Hello? Loni???”
“Yeah but technically no, I have her with me. She’s in safe hands, I promise.”
“Who is this?”
“Chris…”
“Chris who? Omg are you Chris Woods?”
“Hemsworth.”
“Oh anyway please take good care of my best friend. I’ll come get her if you need me too. I’ll will come her in the morning.”
“That’s fine, I’ll drop her off.”
“Okay keep in touch with me please.”
“Alright.”
Loni got a burst of energy from just sitting in the car. “Take me for a ride boooyyyy. Show me what’s outside boyyyy.”
“That’s not the how the lyrics go Loni.” Chris laughed, cranking up the car. She laid on his shoulder, still repeating the lyrics.
“We can’t just keep talkin’ about it. Show me what’s outside boyyyy.”
And went on for the next five minutes.
“Chrissss?”
“Loniiii?” Chris imitated back, pulling in the driveway.
“I’m sleepy.”
“I know darling let’s get you to bed.”
Tonight was a roller coaster for him.
—————–
Loni wakes up in the bed slowly gaining aware of where she was.
“shit! shit! ah! ” She yelled frantically looking around after falling out the bed. She looked on the night stand for her phone but it wasn’t there . what the fuck?
Loni got up from the floor to fast, giving her a headache. She sart back down in the bed, holding her head then proceeds slowly getting back up again. Loni looking around the room for her phone and clothes .
“Omg, Kyla is going to kill me!” Loni muttered when it was no luck to finding her things. She froze hearing footsteps coming to the room. The door open to see Chris holding a glass of water and pills.
“Loni, are you okay?”
Her eyes widened. “Where is Kyla? Where the fuck am I ? Did w-we? What the hell going on?” She asked a holding a hanger that was on the floor towards him.
“Kyla is with her boyfriend, you’re at my house, No we didn’t do anything and you got completely drunk last night."He explained holding a cup to her. She shook her head not taking it, moving slowly to the nearest door.
Chris starts laughing at Loni because she has a plastic hanger as her defense weapon, with nothing on but his shirt that stops at her thighs. She raises her eyebrow at him ” What’s funny blue eyes?“.
” You , if you was in grave danger out of all things you pick as a weapon was a hanger “ He snickers before fully laughing. Loni tries to hold a straight face but ends up laughing with him.
"Oh my gosh that’s not funny blue eyes.” She laughs putting down the hanger placing her hand on her face. Chris gives her the aspirin that she happily takes now knowing that he wasn’t going to kill her.
“So um..” She trailed off trying to remember his name. She could remember most things they did together. “Chris.” He finished the sentence.
“You stayed by my side the whole night?”
“Yes I did, especially when I saw that man spiking your drink. So I splashed it in his face.”
“Are you serious?” Loni was shocked but very thankful that he did that. “Thank you so much for everything. I was drinking then next thing I know I was drunk and Kyla disappeared. Something could’ve happened to me if you didn’t stay around.”
“It’s no problem Loni, I really enjoyed you last night. You are entertaining when you’re drunk.”
Loni giggled, messing with the hem of his shirt. He made her so nervous.“That’s embarrassing. How can I pay you back from the horribe events of last night?”
“It wasn’t horrible but maybe you can pay me back with tea and breakfast this morning.” He smiled, coming closer to Loni. “And a date this afternoon.”
Loni filled in the gap between them. “ I would love too.” The memory of them kissing played in her mind as she placed her lips onto his.
And that’s what started a beautiful relationship.
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Y'all I didn’t know where tf I was going with this. But I semi love it!
i have the urgeee to write but i want to write something where the oc or reader get drunk and run into one of the guys. he can tell she’s fucked up so he keep watch of her the whole night.(a lot of teasing going on) whooo should it be?
Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, or Sebastian Stan?
if u want me to write something else, don’t hesitate to send a request!
Summary: It’s a year after Charmaine is fully Eternal Flame along with Cyan. The team is fully accepting that she isn’t coming back anymore.
A/N: I know people don’t like time skips but oh well. Thank you @theantisoci-alone for liking my chapters. If you want the full story til the last chapter i have edited! I’ll post em just for ya.
Masterlist:Charmaine (if this the first chapter you come across and haven’t read the other chapters)
Charm creates a small flame in her hand, boredly playing with it. Cyan was in the bathroom finishing getting dressed, leaving her by herself in the pilot seat.
They were on the way to take down this science division that had the injection for water powers. Mazikeen already had a hold on the earth injections but didn’t have a girl yet to use it on. They’re in Tokyo, to be exact.
“Cyan, hurry up; we’re almost there!”
“I’m coming; I’m coming, don’t rush me. This catsuit, Mazikeen insists us on wearing, is too damn small to put on. It won’t come over my ass.”
“You better squeeze those ass cheeks; the army ships already landed,” Eternal said, looking at the GPS screen for the other ships. Cyan walks out of the bathroom out of breath.
“Ugh! We do missions every other day and turn out with nothing. I’m tired of using my powers for no reason.”
“At least we get to go to the city on the weekend. I heard there was a festival going on tomorrow night; we should go.”
“Most definitely, I want to see the cuties there.”
“I thought you were with that boy named Carlos?”
“Girl, he wouldn’t talk to me at dinner yesterday so I’m moving on. I can’t wait on no man; I got a life to live.”
“Sure. Whatever you say, Cyan.”
Both women have been fairies for the last year since they’ve been captured. They were the two best fighting soldiers Mazikeen had, which comes with many privileges—for example, their own jet. After landing, Cyan and Charmaine stood in front of the formation, ready to give out commands.
“Second unit goes with Cyan while first goes with me. Don’t stop until you find that injection.” The Eternal Flame said as her eyes ignited purple. Cyan hair turned white, and her hands sparkled with electricity. She motions her platoon for them to follow her.
———–
Both Cyan and Eternal Flame hid behind a pillar from some guards.
“E what about that guy that sits with the spies at dinner even though he is an assassin. What’s his name?” Cyan whispered, peaking around the corner a little.
Eternal Flame rolled her eyes, whispering.“ You mean Jay.”
“Yeah him. What about him for your date to the festival.” Cyan asked, and simultaneously they took out the guards with their powers.
“ Focus on the mission, then find me a date.” Eternal Flame said earnestly, bending down grabbing the guard key card from his shirt pocket. “Who said even anything about me having a date?”
“I did.” Cyan winked then walked in a different direction, going down a hallway. “ I think it would be fun to have one!”
Eternal Flame sigh giving her focus back on the mission going into an elevator.
————————–
Both Cyan and Eternal Flame stood on the roof edge; as Cyan held on to the director’s shirt, so he wouldn’t fall over the ledge. Eternal was ready to go because it was another failed mission.
“ I don’t have the i-injections.” He stammers nervously, looking between the two girls.
“What did you do with them??” Cyan growled, grabbing more of his shirt.
“I sold them to a God and Captain America.”
“Mazikeen isn’t going to like this, fuck!” Eternal huff crossing her arms over her chest.
“Who the fuck is Captain America?!"Cyan asked, getting angry.
"He’s an Avenger.”
Cyan lets go of his shirt; stepping back, she nods her head over to Eternal. The fire fairy steps forwards, kicking him backward off the roof. They both stood there straight-faced, watching him fall to his death.
“So, do you think Jay is cute?” Cyan asked, still looking down.
“For a guy with long hair, he is cute.” Eternal Flame agreed, placing her hands in her pockets. Cyan squealed like an excited school girl wrapping her arm around the fire fairy’s shoulder.
“I’m definitely going to ask him at dinner.”
———-
They giggled walking down the halls in the base, going to their shared room. One of Mazikeen’s messengers stops them in their tracks.
“Mazikeen wants to see you in her office.”
Cyan huffs while Eternal rolled her eyes, already knowing what was going to happen. Soon they were standing in front of Mazikeen’s desk. The demon held a solemn look between the two fairies.
“So where is the injection?”
Cyan spoke first,“ The man had sold it to some guy named Captain America.”
Mazikeen leaned forward in her seat, listening intensely, “Who??”
“Who what? Who is the man?”
“Yes, Cyan, who is the man that it was sold too.”
“I don’t fucking know Mazikeen. I asked him, he said exactly what I just said, and Eternal kicked him off the roof.”
“Watch it. Eternal, why would you kick him off the damn roof if you knew he was a liability. I have been letting you two slack on missions, but this is the last fucking straw; I need that water injection!” Mazikeen said, standing up; hair ignited in flames. “ You two are the best in this base, but obviously these missions don’t mean shit to you. That means you’re fucking worthless.”
Eternal grew angry, tired of the disrespect,“ No, these missions don’t mean shit to us because it doesn’t benefit neither one of us. I am the Eternal Flame; I only became a part of your organization because of Cyan. We are the two most deadly elements; without that you would be nothing.”
Mazikeen knew she was right but didn’t want to admit it, angrily she pointed to the torture chamber door, “To the room. Don’t stop until I say so. You the know the drill guards.”
When the guard places his hand on Eternal’s shoulder, she snatches away knowing exactly what to do. The mind wiping would cause them so much pain.
Not even 5 minutes later they’re screams is heard. Mazikeen sat down with a satisfied smirk on her face.
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“Hey Steve, Hey Sharon,” Bucky said, walking through the front doors of the Avengers Tower. Steve stood next to Sharon as if they were in a conversation.
“Hey Bucky.” They both greet, stopping their conversation. 6 months ago, Bucky accepted that Charmaine wasn’t coming back, so he got himself together, getting into the world and dating. Sharon had put him on the receptionist from downstairs. They had gone on a date last night, and safe to say; he enjoyed himself.
“How was the date?” Steve asked, placing his hands in his pockets.
“ It was good; Rebecca is really funny.” Bucky smiled, thinking about the good conversation they had last night. “She’s a fun person to be around.”
“That’s good to hear; I’m surprised that you didn’t take her home."Sharon joked, making Steve let out a small laugh, but Bucky didn’t laugh; instead, he bit his lip. They stopped when they noticed Bucky’s face.
"Buck, you took her home??” Steve asked, shocked. “ Are you serious?”
“ We were drunk! I didn’t know until I woke this morning.” Bucky said in defense, trying to keep himself from laughing, but it didn’t work.
“Wow, that’s really shocking."Sharon grabbed Steve’s hand. Steve pressed the up button."Let’s go see what Lori is making for lunch.”
Sharon and Steve have been talking for a while now, but he hasn’t asked her to be his girlfriend yet. He felt that she wasn’t the one for him right now, and maybe that would change in the future. But he couldn’t tell her that was the real reason why he hasn’t asked her to be his girlfriend.
Lori’s tongue stuck out as she focused on the big meal that she was preparing. It was one of those months where all the avengers either stayed or came to the visit. Her 8-month belly poked out in front of her, preventing the mother from grabbing certain things. Natasha walked behind her, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Hey, mama, you need some help?”
“Yes, please, grab some seasoning from the cabinet.”
Natasha does as so, grabbing multiple seasonings. Lori turned on the blacktop, preparing to cook the burgers. Peter walks into the kitchen, holding a box of legos. “Mom, can you help me build these legos when we’re done eating?”
This year has been hard on them, mostly Peter. He had lost Aunt May to a mugging a couple of months after the situation with Charmaine. His family helped him back to his feet, Tony adopted him, and when Lori and Tony officially got together, she took him in as a son.
Lori and Tony’s relationship has blossomed beautifully. Who knew being his assistant would soon make her his wife. They were engaged and soon plan to elope instead of having a wedding. She was pregnant with a baby girl at the moment but nobody knew but her since she went to the doctors this morning to find out the gender.
“Yes, Peter, I’ll come help,” Lori said, picking up some meat, rolling it in her hand into some balls.“What kind are they?”
“Star Wars, duh!"Peter said happily, sitting down in the chair that was in front of the island. "We’re building a ship. I found it at Target when Happy and I went.”
“Peter, you didn’t ask if I wanted to join,” Natasha pout taking out the burger buns. “I like lego creations.”
“You can help too Nat!”
The two Supersoldiers and Agent walk into the kitchen after taking their shoes off, except Sharon, smelling the good cooking food. Both men placed a kiss on Lori’s and Natasha’s cheeks. “It smells good in here. What are we eating?” Steve asked, poking his head over Natasha’s shoulder. She swats him away.
“Steve, move!”
Sharon stood there not knowing what to do but was getting jealous after seeing how close he and Nat were. Bucky sat down beside Peter, and the two engage in a conversation about legos. Lori raised an eyebrow seeing the Agent’s mood change. She raised her finger towards Sharon.
“And who are you?”
The Agent places a piece of hair behind her ear, “Oh, I’m Sharon. I’m an Agent so I work downstairs.”
“That’s why I’ve never seen you before; you’re one of those first-level agents.”
“Lori."Steve scolded, shaking his head. Bucky was amused by how overprotective Lori got over Steve; he’s like her baby. Lori shrugged her placing more meat on the blacktop.
"What? I’m just saying, and Sharon, we don’t wear shoes in the kitchen. Charmaine wanted everyone to be comfortable when they were in here. Even if they were getting a bottle of water.”
“I’m sorry."Sharon apologizes, going back near the elevator so she could take off her shoes. Lori turned towards Steve placing her hands on her hip.
"That’s Sharon?” Lori points towards where Sharon just stood, whispering. “Why are you still leading her on, Steve? Tell her the truth.”
“I don’t know, Lori. She’s a sweet girl."Steve whispered back. "Let’s get off me and get on the fact that Bucky slept with the receptionist that works here.”
Bucky looks up in shock; feeling betrayed, holding his hands up in disbelief, “Dude!”
Natasha, Lori, and Peter turned to Bucky, shocked,“ You slept with the receptionist?!”
“We were drunk!” Bucky said in defense. “I don’t know what happened; I woke up hungover and naked.”
Sharon walked back over, holding her phone to her ear,“ I have to go; I wish I could stay. Steve, can you walk me out?”
Lori side-eye him and Steve gave a look that said, ‘Don’t say anything stupid.’ “Sure, I’ll walk you out, Sharon.” The pair walks towards the elevator.
Lori finished cooking the rest of the burger meat, rubbing her stomach,“ I’ll get Steve when he gets back now back to you, Bucky. What’s her name?”
“Is that blonde blue-eyed from downstairs? What her name? Ruby? No. Rachel?” Natasha wondered, using the tongs to place the already cooked meat on the buns. So all the family had to do when they get their plates, just grab some condiments.
“It’s Rebecca. We went on a date and accidentally got drunk."Bucky shrugged his shoulders, grabbing a piece of bacon that was for condiments. "She’s a good girl.”
“How was she in bed?” Natasha asked, raising her eyebrows. Lori cleared her throat towards Peter who was engaged in their conversation intently. Natasha didn’t care.
“What? He’s going to be in the same position one day.”
“Peter, honey, go set the table.” Lori sigh passing him the plate with tomatoes. Peter pout not wanting to get up from his spot.
“Mom, the conversation was getting good. I know Rebecca, she has really big boo-”
“Peter!” Lori warned, crossing her arms.
“Yes, ma'am."Peter grabs the tomatoes scurrying away from the table.
Summary: Armoni (Are- Money) is the newly adopted daughter of Steve Rogers. She doesn’t know what she is getting into but eventually she will know they love her dearly.
A/N: enjoy!! and I wrote this during my psychology lecture
“This is your room.” Steve opened the door to Armoni’s new room. She was very quiet but looked around the room in aw. “Do you like it?” Steve scratched the back of his neck nervously.
Armoni held a thumbs up which gave him relief. “Okay well I’ll be in the living room with Stark. Call me if you need anything.” Steve by the door and she nodded so he took that que to leave.
“Cap you really went and adopted a kid?” Stark licked the spoon that he used to make his smoothie. Steve sat down at the island still nervous about having a actual daughter.
“Yeah man, she’s really quiet but I think when she get comfortable with us everything will be better.”
“What’s her name? How old is she?”
“Armoni and she is 16.”
The team walked in from training. “Stark what kind of smoothie you make? I want some.” Sam picked up the blender smelling it. Stark rolled his eyes taking it away from him.
“Make your own.”
Natasha walked downstairs using her thumb to point in the direction of where the living quarters are. “Why is there a door with a glitter A on it. It’s the first guest room door.”
Tony snickered at how the team didn’t know,“Why won’t you tell them Cap.” Stark pat his back while Steve narrowed his eyes at him.
“Thank you Stark for putting me on the spot.”
“We’re waiting.” Natasha crossed her arms impatiently.
“I adopted a teenager.” Steve cleared his throat as the room got silent. Bucky face palmed.
“A teenager? Really Steve?”
Soon it was a big commotion between everyone.
“What made you even do this?” Sam stressed sitting down.
“Cap this is a big responsibility!” Natasha scolded him for this last minute decision.
“Why you didn’t say anything to us?! Is she in there now?” Bucky pointed up the stairs.
“I told you they weren’t going to take it well Cap!” Tony laughed making the situation worse.
Steve stood up tired of everyone jumping on him. “Alright, Alright! This is something that I wanted to do and I know this a big responsibility and I’m wiling to do everything for her. She needed a family so that’s what I’m going to provide for her. Now you guys can be family or you can be someone looking from the outside in. But I won’t tolerate talking down on her.”
Armoni listened from the top of the stairs as a smile grew on her face. She’s never had anyone to stick up for her. From that day on , she knew Steve always had her back.
———-
6 months later
“Loki where is my bookbag!? Peter where did you put my jacket? I’m going to be late!” Armoni finished lacing up her shoes. It was the week where everyone stayed in the tower for meetings and things. Today she was late and everything was not going to plan.
“Armoni you’re going to be late!” Steve yelled up the stairs. She prayed that the bookbag covered up her skirt so no one wouldn’t say anything.
“I know Steve, I’m coming!”
Loki walked out of his personal library, he looked at her outfit.“Rogers is going to kill you.” Armoni grabbed the bookbag out his hands.
“Hush Loki. Please tell me you put that literature book back in my bag?”
“I did little one.”
“Okay!”
The pair walked down for breakfast.
“Pass me a waffle.” Loki held out a napkin towards Bucky. James side eyed him,“Now why would I do that. Get up and get one.”
Loki rolled his eyes, mocking him “NoW wHy WoUlD i Do ThAt. You’re so irritating man.” He got up getting himself a waffle.
Armoni rushed downstairs completely forgetting about the jacket. She kissed everyone cheek that was around the table. “Bye guys!”
“Wait a minute.” Bucky voiced spoke up making Armoni freeze in her steps. That caught Steve’s attention. Steve saw his daughter outfit which was a big no no. “Armoni Amour Rogers, go change now.”
“Steve it’s too late to changeee! I’m going to be late!"Armoni whined trying to ease towards the door. She gave him the puppy eyes which didn’t phase Steve.
"There’s nothing wrong with the outfit Cap, she looks fine.” Wanda smiled supporting her niece. In Steve eyes he saw his little girl and nothing was changing his mind.
“Wanda I don’t want any boys looking at her!”
“They’re going to look regardless Mr. Rogers. Armoni is beautiful.” Peter muttered thinking no one was listening. Bucky went into overprotective mode.
“Parker.”
“Sorry!” He blushed as well as Armoni cause she heard him.
“See!” Steve gestured towards Peter,“That proved my point.”
“Cap let her go to school, we can deal with this later.” Natasha ate on some strawberries and Armoni gave her a huge smile. Steve sigh pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Fine, have a good day sweetheart.”
Armoni kissed his cheek,“Okay Steve, see you later!” Her not calling him dad kinda hurt him a bit but Steve doesn’t want to pressure her into saying it. But to say it when she’s is ready.
Both Peter and Armoni headed towards the elevators in a heated conversation. The doors opened revealing her birth parents and a lawyer.
“Ms.Armoni?” The lawyer questioned to see if she was the right person. Both teenagers froze in their tracks. The team got quiet seeing the unknown guest stepping on the floor. Armoni looked at her dad for help.
“Who’s asking?” Steve walked over to his daughter protectively. “You don’t have clearance to be on this floor.”
“We’re here to get our daughter.” Tilly, Armoni’s birth mother crossed her arms. Her father just stood there with a mug on his face.
“You don’t have a clearance to be on this floor.” Natasha spoke slowly so they can comprehend. Which obviously they ignored.
“Give us Armoni and we will leave.” The lawyer cleared her throat. “ No weren’t not letting her go with neither of you.” Peter defended her.
“Armoni let’s go.” Tilly sneered towards the teenager, holding out her hand. She grabbed on to Steve shaking her head. Armoni was living her best life being Steve’s daughter. She knew it was going to be hell, if she left with them.
“No!”
“What the hell is going on here?” Tony took off his work gloves coming into the living room. The caught everyone’s attention.
“We’re here to pick up Armoni Hill Mr. Stark.” The lawyer flipped through papers she had on a clipboard. “Her birth parents have the right to get her since you, Mr. Rogers seem to be unfit.”
“Unfit? Unfit? I give Armoni the best life she could ever ask for.” Steve blew up, holding his daughter close to him. “Why all of a sudden you want her now? when you were the ones to put her in there! Yeah I’m Captain America but I would never do anything to hurt Armoni!”
“This is bullshit! Armoni isn’t going anywhere.” Bucky stood by his best friend. They weren’t going down with a fight.
“Yes she is, Armoni will be leaving now.” The lawyer spoke with agitation. Tilly walked towards Armoni but both Wanda and Natasha stood in the way.
“You’re not touching her.”
“Stark do something about this!"Loki looked at Tony for help but he shook his head. "Stark?” This was out of his hand, especially since the government had a part in this.
“There’s nothing I can do for right now Loki . I’m sorry.”
“Let’s go!” Tilly yelled to Armoni. The team was in defeat from their lost. Steve looked at his daughter heartbroken as she clutched to his waist. “Princess I’m so sorry I let you down. I promise I will get you back but for now you have to go.”
“No…No… I’m not going.Please don’t make me go.” She begged not wanting to let go.
“fit my ass, he’s letting her go to school dressed like a whore.” Tilly muttered but Wanda heard her and got closer.
“What did you just say?”
“N-nothing.”
“Mr. Rogers we don’t have time. Give her to us now.” The lawyer took her glasses off but Steve just glared at her. It soften when he look at how broken his daughter was.
“Princess, I’m going to get you back. I promise.”
“P-Please. I can’t go back with them, I want to stay with you.”
“Princess stop crying, you’re hurting my heart.”
Commotion was still around them as Steve pulled her back from his chest, a couple tears was running down his face. Armoni sobbed, staring at her dad who wiped her tears.
“I love you so much Princess.”
“I love you so much Dad.”
Getting the que from Tilly, Armoni’s birth father grabbed her, not letting go. Tilly waved , going over to the elevator. “Bye now!”
“DAD!!!!” Armoni screamed reaching out to her dad. Steve made a move to save her but Bucky stood in the way. “We will get her back Steve.”
“Don’t touch me!” Armoni cried thrashing around in the man arms. “Dad! I want my Dad. Please!”
“You’re hurting her!” Tears fell as Steve pulled at his hair. Armoni was his world, he was going to do everything to get her back. He completely broke down when he heard the elevator doors close.
She called him dad.
“Steve…"Tony tries but Steve shook his head. The blonde shook his head not wanting to be bothered. He walked to his room with his head down trying to process everything,
He really just lost his daughter.
Steve let’s out a frustrated cry, punching a huge hole in the wall.
Summary: Imani is tired of Sebastian’s shit. He doesn’t understand that if he doesn’t act right, she won’t be in the picture long.
A/N: I’ve been going through something and y'all bare with me.
“Sebastian?” Imani walked into his modern apartment. The couple has had their on and off moments and right now it’s really rocky for them.
“In my room!” He replied while she sat her keys down the kitchen countertop. She is 7 months pregnant with his son so she waddled all the way to his room. The problems they faced were he was always either texting another girl, liking their photos, or interacting with them in some way. Sebastian loves Imani but can’t get out of his old ways.
This is why their co-parenting but as of right now trying to fix their relationship. “Where you going?” Imani sat on his bed, taking off her sandals. Sebastian was just in his pants placing his shirt on the bed while he went to brush his teeth and etc.
“I have a couple of interviews today but I won’t be out all day. Maybe we could go on a date once I’m finished?”
Imani felt her face getting hot,“ Yes that sounds good.” Even though all their problems, he still had an effect on her.
“Anthony should be here in any minute.” He said walking into his bathroom. Imani nodded, getting comfortable on the bed. Sitting there for a couple for a second, rubbing her belly, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
“I don’t want to be stressed for the next couple of days.” She mumbled trying to ignore it but it buzzed again grabbing her attention. Imani bit her lip, giving in to her suspicion,b and picked up Sebastian’s phone.
Holli- I miss you so much, baby.
Holli- Are you still coming over after your interview? Just hang out with Imeri next time.
It was the first two messages shown on the notification screen. Tears welled in Imani’s eyes because it was too good to be true. Using her face I.D. to get in. More fell as she read the countless texts between Sebastian and Ms.Holli.
Sebastian walked out of the bathroom seeing Imani holding his phone. He knew he was fucked. “Imani…”
“Yeah just hang out with Imeri next.” Imani gave a dry laugh wiping her tears. “I knew this shit was too good to be true.”
“She doesn’t mean anything to me, Imani.” Sebastian tries with her but she wasn’t listening.
“You don’t even have to lie Sebastian. We’re never going to fix what we have because you’re stuck in your old ways!” She cried struggling to put on her sandals since her bump was in the way. “Ugh, I can’t get this stupid shoe on!”
“Imani I’m sorry okay? I wasn’t thinking.” Sebastian reasons with her trying to take the shoe but she snatches away.
To him, texting other females never bothered him because no one has ever corrected him in the past. He has no self-control and doesn’t know it. But seeing Imani heartbroken over him tore him to pieces, he hates seeing her cry. “I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t mean it, Sebastian! This is all lies because once I accept it, you only be the perfect boyfriend for two days then you right back to being a hoe. I’m tired.” Imani gets out the bed, heading down the hallway. Sebastian grabs her hand to keep her from leaving. He doesn’t want Imani out of his life, she means everything to him plus she carries his son.
“Imani I’m sorry baby. I’m really in love with you and with all the strength in my body, I will do better for you.”
“Sebastian you don’t mean it. Let’s face it, this relationship is a mistake. Hell, I’m not even your type.”
“What the hell Imani, you are my type! Imani stops pushing me away. I know I need to work on myself but I also need you in my life too. You complete me.” Sebastian pulled her into his arms, feeling her stomach against him.
She completely broke down, “What…What did I do to deserve this??” Imani clutched onto Sebastian’s shirt. He closed his eyes placing his chin on top of her forehead. He just held her while she cried.
“Imani I’m going to be a better man for you and for our son. I promise.”
“Sebastian we can’t be together.” Imani pulled back from the hug, wiping her tears. Seb looked at her in disbelief.
“What? No!, Imani, I’m sorry I fucked up okay? Imani…” His face turned red from panic. She kissed his cheek, then walked out of his apartment. Out his life.
He just lost his future wife and son.
Sebastian now knew that his actions definitely had consequences.
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Okay so it’s something short but like I said I’ve been going through shit plus having baby fever so why not put those two together!
This was something just to take my mind off it.
If it’s corny, my bad, and plus I didn’t feel like repeatedly writing the word Y/N so I used an actual name.
Plus it’s probably gone be a while before I write something else. I move into college next weekend.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC , Tony Stark x BlackFem!OC.
Warning: Swearing. Angst and Fluff.
Summary: Mazikeen has finally got a hold of two of her deadliest weapon.
A/N: This is what Mazikeen looks like and I love who I chose for her.
Mazikeen watched her workers bring in her new weapon. It was all coming into order like how she wanted it to be. She wanted her girls to possess the powers of fire, water, earth, and air.
In her opinion, Maze wanted fire and air to be the strongest two out of all. Hydra was giving her all the details on where she could find the serums for water and earth, but since they haven’t responded, she was on her own.
“I’ll do anything, but please don’t hurt my family.” The girl cried from behind Maze. She shuddered at the thought of sadness; these families are making them weak. The demon was tired of it.
“What makes you think you’ll be able to remember them after I’m done with you, hmm?"Maze smirked then pointed at the scientist that controlled the dial. "Mindwipe her. Don’t stop until I say so.”
With that incident from two weeks ago, the demon didn’t want to hear any more disrespect from the girls she captured. Being number one in every country will prove to Lucifer that she handles herself without his help. She would destroy everyone that stood in her way.
Charmaine’s lips trembled as her thoughts were driving her insane. She cried out in pain, clutching her head. The room felt like it was closing in on her.
‘Who are you?’
’I am your conscious.’
'My conscious? My… My… Where is?’
’Where is who? Charmaine, it’s just me and you. I’m all you need. I’m going to be your guidance.’
’Guidance?I don’t need you. Get out of my brain.’
’You have my breath flowing through your veins, my mind in your brain, my strength courses through your body. You will do as I say.’
'St-stop please you’re hurting my brain.“
'Good because I’m taking over.’
'No! I won’t let you take over. I want to remember someone, but it keeps coming up blank. Let me retain it, please. It feels like someone I can’t live without.”
'Oh, I went through all your memories; you’re talking about your lover. Bucky.“
'B-Bucky?”
“Yes, and when we get the chance. I’ll make sure you kill him slowly.”
Charmaine screamed as her body felt as if it was on fire. The room was engulfed in flames that spewed from her body. She felt herself being lifted in the air, the clothes she was wearing started to disintegrate. Charm screams in agony as it felt like she was being branded on her back.
She fell to the ground very weak with wings sprouting from her back. Charmie looked around, scared, seeing the damage she had done. The room looked like an after scene of a house fire. She gasps, covering up her naked body with the wings still pointing out.
Mazikeen watched outside of the glass with a devious smile.
“You’ve finished the main course. Who am I speaking to?”
Charm sobbed, still feeling pain from the wings,“ Take this out of me.”
The demon shook her head, smirking, “No, No, No. I need the other person.” She slid the glass door open, getting a whiff of the burning smell. She threw the scared girl some clothes, “The guards are coming to get you in 5 minutes. Get dressed.”
Mazikeen walked into the main room, standing beside the head scientist,“ So if I say these words, I’ll have complete control of the eternal flame and will be able to speak to it.”
The scientist handed her a book that was with a purple cover on the front, “Yes, but we will have to say the words every day because the flame isn’t going to be easy to tame.”
“Well, I’ll make it be tamed."Mazikeen said, flipping through some pages until the guards rolled in a chair that Charmaine. The dark skin girl sat back with hair sticking to her face from the tears—the demon strut over, placing a finger under Charm’s chin.
"I need you to remember these words.” She lifted her head so their eyes could meet. “Never, ever forget these words.” Charm snatched her face away from her finger, making Maze smirk.
The Queen opened the book going to the page she needs. Strolling her finger across the page, she finds the paragraph to read.
“Eterna.” (Eternal)
“Torcia”(Torch)
“Ardente.” (Burning)
“Duratura.” (Enduring)
“Infiammare.” (Ignited)
“Continuamente.” (Continuously) Mazikeen stopped in the middle, looking up from the page. Charmaine’s chest heaved up and down as her eyes turned fully purple. Her veins glowed brightly that you could see it within her skin.
’It’sworking’ Mazikeen smiled proudly to herself; she continues reading.
“Gli aumento.” (Gain)
“Carburante.” (Fuel)
“Inferno.”
“Fiamma.” (Flame)
Charmaine lifts both arms, easily breaking the straps, getting up walking over to Mazikeen. Her bright purple wings stretched from her back with every step she took.
This wasn’t the normal Charmaine you think it was; the Eternal Flame had taken over her body. Those words connect them as one.
“Who summons me?”
“I did. Glad of you too finally join us.” Maze waved with the book in hand.
Eternal Flame looks her up and down, “Mazikeen, the used to be ruler of hell. Who do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?”
“I need you and Cyan to help find the injection for earth and water, plus I want to be number one in every country.”
“Lucifer kicked you out of hell? Why?”
“Lucifer didn’t kick me out of hell. I left because he didn’t believe that I had full potential.”
“Where is the air fairy? Show me how far you’ve gotten with her, then I’ll see if I will help.”
“Bring her in!"Mazikeen said aloud, pouring herself a well-deserved drink. The scientist scrambled to bring the girl in. "I just got her today, but I have injected phase 1 to her powers, so it should be a sign that it works. Drink?”
Eternal Flame just stared.
The air fairy was wheeled in strapped down to a table. Her veins were a white blue-ish like a glowstick. The girl groaned, trying to adjust her eyes to the bright light that was hovering above her. Eternal Flame crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for something to happen.
The scientist turns the dial to 10 for electrocution, and the girl screamed in agony as her eyes and hair turned white. The lights in the room start to flicker.
Eternal Flame was impressed, “Okay, I’m in.”
“That’s just the start.” Mazikeen smirked then pats the scientist’s shoulder to cut the electrocuting off. “Ritorno.” (Return)
Charmaine’s body drops to the floor unconscious, hair turning back to its original color with the wings disappearing.
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Tony worked around in his workshop, tinkering on his MK-43. He’s barely got any sleep in the last 3 days; his mind rambled about his daughter.
“Boss, you’re new assistant has just arrived, sir,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. voice said, scaring the shit out of Tony. He rubbed his face from being fatigued, drowsy, and developing a headache.
“I didn’t ask for a new assistant; who did that?”
“Maria did, sir. She’s coming down now.”
Lori Harvey used her thumbprint to open the door; she looked around at the beautiful inventions that Tony has made in the past.
He sat there on a stool with his face in his hands; as much as he wanted to go to sleep in the past, the nightmares were intolerable. His mind kept imagining what Charm looked like when she fell. That would cause him to wake up from his sleep.
“Hi, I’m Lori Harvey, your new personal assistant. Is there anything that needs to be done?"Lori asked, putting out her hand for him to shake. Tony lifted his head, shaking it.
” How did you even get in here? You know what it doesn’t matter, I don’t need an assistant; I’m fine, so you can go back to Maria and tell her to find you a new job.“
"Maria set me up with a thumbprint for your door. With all due respect Mr.Stark, you look a mess. I know you lost your daughter, but you don’t need to throw yourself away too. She wouldn’t want this for you.”
“You don’t know shit about my daughter, so I would advise you to stop talking.”
“You’re right, I don’t know your daughter, but I’m not letting you go out like this."Lori sat her purse down, grabbing some trash off his work table."I’m going to go prepare you some food because I know you haven’t eaten.”
Tony waved her off, not in the mood to argue anymore. Lori sighs, walking out of the room, passing a quiet Bucky. He walked in holding a letter seeing Tony in the same position that Lori saw him in.
“Tony…”
Iron Man looks up, surprised to see the Winter Soldier in his workshop,“ Bucky.”
Bucky holds up the letter with the NYU symbol on the front, “They’re resigning her from the school.” He slides it over to Tony, who picks it up, opening it. “What do we do? She wanted to be a company owner; we can’t just let her dream die, Tony.”
Tony rubbed his mouth, sighing, “Bucky, I don’t know what to do.”
“I know, but I-I wish she were here, you know? we wouldn’t have to worry about this.” Bucky sigh running his hand through his hair which was past his shoulder, from not trimming it. He looked a mess, just like Tony. His eyes were red, he barely ate, didn’t get enough sleep, and he would shed a tear thinking about his best girl.
“I miss her a lot too. How are Peter and everyone else?” Tony asked, sitting down the letter, not wanting to read it anymore. “I haven’t been upstairs in a couple of days.”
“I haven’t really seen Peter since that day. He’s either home with aunt May or in his room that he has here. Thor went to Asgard to help Loki with something; Natasha is always training, Scott had to go back home to spend time with cassie, and Steve, Sam, and I watch movies all day.”
“That’s good. How are you?”
Bucky sighs not wanting to answers the question. Tony nodding completely understanding. He picked up the letter, placing it in the pile for urgent stuff to do.
“Keep going, Barnes. I can’t lose you too.”
“I’ll try Stark.”
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Awww the little moment in the end .
I’m posting more chapters of this Charmaine series because I want to finish this! So for the next couple of days, it might be just chapters for this series.
Charmaine is an intern for Tony Stark, soon she meets the team and they become her family. One mission was all it took.
1.Meeting➞ Where Charmaine meets the team for the first time after having a panic attack.
2.Shit Bucky➞ Charmaine cooks for the team and gets to know them more.
3.Charm Bracelet➞Charm gets to know Bucky more and feelings starts to grow.
4.Alright, that’s enough ➞A little bit jealous of bucky but finally confesses his feelings to the guys as well as charm do.
5.Don’t do this to me ➞Charmaine’s first mission with the team but doesn’t end well and the team loses a member.
6.Eternal Flame ➞ Mazikeen has finally got a hold of two of her deadliest weapon.
7.1 year later ➞ It’s a year after Charmaine is fully Eternal Flame along with Cyan. The team is fully accepting that she isn’t coming back anymore.
8.I’m not naming my child Thorina. ➞ Lori does a big gender reveal for the whole team but by the end of the night, Thor and Steve are able to reveal something.
9.Stay ➞ Two weeks have passed and Charmaine tries to get used to being in the house but Mazikeen still has that effect on her.
more to come!
I really want to finish this series and maybe post it on Wattpad. This will give me a reason to finish so you guys can enjoy.
A/N: Y'all it’s been weird and longgg week and I can’t stay on one thing soo the overprotective series will have to wait a second .
ik it’s in first person point of view because i just didn’t feel like putting it in third person. either take it or leave it!♀️
“No! Stop! Please." I heard Bucky say from behind me. I looked at the clock and it said 2:45 a.m.
Bucky was tossing and turning which made me sit up. He had sweats running down his face. I rubbed his face softly so I could wake him.
"Baby.”
His eyes were tightly closed and his hands gripped the pillow. I placed my other his shoulder.
“Babe.”
“Ahh!” He yelled thrashing around, Bucky was still asleep. “P-please! I’ll take her spot. No! Don’t say those got damn words.”
I was scared myself, his nightmares never gotten worse like this.
“Bucky! Wake up!”
“Ahh!” He yelled again and I grabbed Bucky pulling him into my chest. I held a tight grip so he wouldn’t move around in my arms. Bucky’s metal hand grabbed onto my forearm so he could hold on to me. His screams turned into sobs.
“Baby open your eyes. I’m here Bucky. You’re okay.” I comfort rubbing my hand through his hair. Bucky was completely woke as his head stayed on my chest and his cries turn into sniffles.
“I d-didn’t mean to wake you up to this, I’m sorry. It just felt so real.”
“I’m sorry,” Bucky muttered quietly. I kissed his forehead rocking us back and forth.
“It’s fine. I know it’s not your fault.”
“I’m sorry.”
I placed my chin on top of his head, “Baby stop apologizing, it’s okay. I want to try something, is that alright?”
He pulled back from my chest, “Yeah, what is it?”
“You have to trust me, baby,” I said as we stared each other in the eyes.
“I trust you.”
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“Honey, you got the words ready?” Tony asked tapping away on a tablet. His suit powered on, going into auto-pilot mode
“Yes honey, just waiting on Y/N or Bucky to give us the cue.” Lori yawned sitting on top of the table.
We were sitting in Tony’s workshop and it was still late at night. The plan was to try to use the words that were in Bucky’s brain against him. It was like the nightmares were getting worse every night.
“I will be here the whole time okay? You got this. I’ll hold your hand if you want me to baby.” I said leaning down so we could have eye contact. Bucky was sitting in a chair across from Lori. He was so nervous that it might all come back.
“You don’t have to. I know this is maybe one of the best ways to get rid of the nightmares so I should be okay.”
“Okay,” I said placing a peck on his lips. We gave each other a small smile then I stepped back leaning again the table. He looked a Lori nervously.
“I’m ready.”
“Just close your eyes Bucky. We aren’t going to let anything happen.” Lori reassured softly. “We will be here for you.”
“I will stop her if you need me to.” Tony said standing beside her with his arms crossed over his chest.
Bucky nodded then hesitantly closed his eyes. I never took my eyes off him, I was hoping this went well. Lori slowly opened the red book beginning to read the words.
“Желание. Ржавый. Семнадцать. Рассвет. Печь. Девять.” Lori said slowly, saying every word fully. Bucky’s lip trembled as tears rolled down this face. I couldn’t bear seeing him like this. I try to hold my tears back.
Lori finished closing the book. Bucky opened his glassy eyes giving us the answer we all needed. He was free.
I go over to him placing my forehead on his, “You’re free baby. You’re free.”
Bucky wrapped his arms around me pulling me into a big hug.
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We thanked Lori and Tony for helping us out with all of this.
It was around 3:50 a.m. and we were back in bed. I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t know why so I was up reading a book. Bucky rolled over placing his head on my chest and his metal arm around my waist.
This was the best sleep he’s gotten in years.
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Ehhh I know it’s short but it’s a little something.
Here my lovee @golden-child04, thank you for commenting.
for this one shot im going to write about bucky having nightmares. should it be soft or violet where he chokes her without warning if you get what im saying.
Summary: Bucky and Y/N comes home from their date to find a sweetheart in a box.
A/N: this haven’t been my week so im using fanfiction to be a distraction.
Y/N and Bucky walked up the stairs to their apartment in Bucharest. They were holding hands, engaged in a conversation.
“I was thinking, what if I made shrimp alfredo?” Y/N asked as their hands sway back and forth. Bucky looked at her confused.
“What’s alfredo?”
“Oh my god, you never had it before?”
“I mean in the army they boiled everything. It wasn’t really lavish.”
“Everything boiled sound so nasty.”
“I know right but I managed. What’s going to be in it?”
“Shrimp and pasta with Alfredo sauce. I think you’re going to love it!”
“That’s fine with me babe, as long as it isn’t soup.”
“Same.” Y/N laughed letting go of his hand so she could unlock the door. Normally they would go through the window. But just for one night, they didn’t want to be paranoid. Just to have one normal night.
Bucky stopped in his tracks staring at a medium size box that had big holes poked in it. “Y/N were you expecting something?”
“No.” Y/N with hesitation getting worried that this might a setup. Bucky pulled her behind him protectively then proceeded to nudge open the box. The box top fell off and a pair of brown doe eyes stared back at them. Bucky hardened face expression soften as he saw a beautiful little girl in the box.
Whoever left this beautiful child in the box was a horrible person in general. The little girl sat up looking at the couple nervously. Bucky squat down so they could be eye level.
“Hi princess… I’m Bucky and that’s my girlfriend Y/N. Would you like to tell me your name?” Bucky said softly then pointed at Y/N who waved giving a toothless smile. It was like Bucky’s dad instincts kicked in as he felt the need to protect the little girl any way he could.
She shook her head as a way of saying she didn’t want to talk. Her body was skinny seeming that she haven’t ate in a couple of days. She looked no older then 4. Y/N squat down to help ease her nerves.
“How about we go in and get you something to eat?”
The little girl looked at Y/N scaredly and instantly held her arms out for Bucky. Y/N sigh knowing that whatever happened in this girl past, she was scared of women she didn’t trust. Bucky picked her up gently not wanted to hurt her with his arm.
They walked into the apartment and Y/N quickly started to prepare dinner. Bucky sat on the bed while the little girl sat on the side of them. He tries to start conversation again with her.
“Can you tell me your name now?”
The little girl looked around before speaking softly,“Melanie..”
The pair looked at each otherin shock, he got her to talk. There wasn’t any technology in the room so they best way to stay entertained was to have conversation.
“Well Melanie how old are you?” Bucky questioned.
“Five.” She said but held up three fingers making Bucky smile in amusement. He helped her by raising up another finger.
“How old are you?”
Y/N giggled while fixing their bowls. Nobody have ever asked him that. Bucky laughed since its been a long time since someone asked him that.
“Well doll, I’m 106.”
Melanie made a funny face turning her head to the side. Y/N came over with three bowls in her hands. Bucky grabbed the bowls passing one to Melanie, while holding the other ones as Y/N sat down so she wouldn’t spill it.
“Can I eat all of it? I’ve been good all week.” Melanie moved some of her hair from her face with a a sadden expression. Y/N felt so bad for her, this wasn’t right.
“Baby you can eat all it. I can make more if you want some okay?”
“Okay.” Melanie smiled digging in her food. Bucky and Y/N shared a look. He was angry that she went through horrible things at a young age.
After dinner, Bucky washed and put the dishes away while Y/N laid down on the mattress. Melanie kept picking her head up to see if Bucky was coming.
“He’s coming honey, he’s washing dishes."Y/N laughed softly realizing what she was doing. "You tired?”
Melanie shook her head, rubbing her eyes,“No.”
“Yes you are. Come here?” Y/N asked nicely but Melanie poked out her lip. She was sitting in the middle of the mattress near Y/N’s knees.
“Noo, I’m waiting on Bucky.”
“Here I am princess.” Bucky grunt getting on his knees behind her. Melanie looked happy as he picked her up, walking on his knees to get to this spot on the mattress. Y/N laid on her side, watching them in admiration.
Melanie was very brave and didn’t take long getting used to the couple. Food was a way to her heart so the trust came quickly. She was snuggled between Bucky and Y/N while they cuddled her enjoying their sleep.
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2:48 a.m.
People smashing through the apartment windows starled them awoke. Before Bucky could reach for his gun, a man punched him in the face. Y/N quickly grabbed Melanie holding her into her chest then gets up grabbing the emergency bookbag.
The couple agreed that if this was to happen then find the best way out possible. They would find each other no matter how far away they was. Bucky did one on one combat with the man that broke in.
“GO Y/N!”
She nodded rushing to the door making sure to keep a good grip on Melanie. When she opened the door a man stood their with a gun pointed directly at her head. Melanie start to cry with all the commotion going on. Tears start to fall out of Y/N’s eyes, thinking this was it.
“Go back in now or I won’t hesitate putting one between your eyes.” The man sneered putting the cold gun on her forehead. Y/N turned around going back into the apartment. Bucky closed his eyes trying not to lose it as he saw his family being held at gun point. He was being held at gun point as well but he was hoping that his girls was able to get away.
“So Winter Soldier, you really thought you could get away.” A man laughed turning on a light revealing his face. It was Rumlow holding Bucky at gun point and the man that held Y/N at gun point was Pierce. Bucky chest heaved up and down as he was getting angrier.
Melanie little face was turning red from how hard she was crying. Pierce rapidly pointed another gun in his other hand at Melanie’s little forehead.
“NO!"Bucky jumped forward but Rumlow put the gun on his forehead making him stop. Pierce took the gun off safety pressing it harder on Melanie’s forehead which makes Y/N sob harder.
"Shut the little brat up!”
“Melanie baby, stop… stop crying we’re okay. Bucky’s okay.” Y/N lied hoping she was to stop crying. Melanie cries turns into sniffles looking at Y/N hopefully.
Y/N nod her head crying,“We’re okay baby.”
Bucky felt like he let his girls down. He was so angry that he wanted to kill both of them but he couldn’t move. “I’ll go back and do whatever. Just p-please leave my family out of this.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear! Cuff him!” Pierce exclaimed letting the guns drop from Y/N and Melanie. Y/N shook her head not wanting Bucky to leave and endure all the things they worked so hard for him to forget.
“Bucky no!”
"Shut it bitch!” Pierce snapped at her holding the gun to her head again making her jump. It was killing Bucky for not being able to help.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I love you.” Bucky sigh putting his arms behind his back so Rumlow could cuff him. As Rumlow did, Redwing flew in dropping a disk on Pierce’s forehead electrocuting him. Sending him unconscious.
Bucky ducked as Rumlow shot the gun towards him making the girls scream. Sam flew in the window taking out the extra gaurd that stood by the refrigerator. Bucky stood up swiftly so he could take out Rumlow.
He smirked aiming the gun towards the girls,“ I guess nobody’s getting what they want.” Rumlow shot the gun at the girls. Y/N used her body to shield Melanie. Bucky stared in horror as he tried to get to them but Steve’s shield covered them from the bullets.
Bucky turned around angrily at Rumlow pulling out the secret gun that was in his waist holster. With no hesitation, Bucky shoots him between the eyes. Rumlow body fell to the ground.
Y/N came from behind Steve’s large frame. She walked over to Bucky and pulled him into a hug without crushing Melanie’s little body. Bucky rubbed his hand through Y/N hair and kissed Melanie’s forehead. They didn’t have anything to say, they were just grateful to all be alive.
“I’m so sorry to ruin this moment guys but we need to go. Their supposed to be bringing in reinforcements any second.” Steve said placing his shield on his back.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. bring the jet back around.” Sam pressed his finger on the com.
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On the jet, it was quiet but peaceful time for them to rejuvenate. Bucky couldn’t sleep so he watched over his girls who were sleeping.
Melanie slept on his chest with his metal arm holding her up so her face could implant into his neck. Y/N was cuddled up with his arm wrapped around her. He kissed their foreheads every other second for his comfort.
“Thank you guys.” Bucky said to Sam and Steve who were sitting in the in the front seats of quinjet.
“Just gald you guys are safe.” Steve pat his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.
“Plus we were able to kill two birds with one stone. Bonus but glad we could help."Sam said making Bucky smiled. He looked at his girls, very content with life.
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horrible writing.
I wrote this bout a year ago. I don’t like it, but i just needed it as a distraction.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x BlackFem!ReaderDaughter, Steve Rogers x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Swearing, Fluff, Happiness, Angst a little bit.
Summary: It’s Steve’s birthday and Y/N has something up her sleeve.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVEEE!! I love you so muchh
“Okay put that over there!” Y/N pointed at the table where the fruit tray was going to sit. The 17 year old had everything going the way she wanted. Using her mother’s credit card undercover, Y/N planned a birthday party for her dad.
Now Steve and Harmoni didn’t see eye to eye. The previous married couple broke up (even though the divorce isn’t finalized) because of him being absent to much and when he goes on missions he takes his rings off. Harmoni was too hot headed plus very friendly which he didn’t like. It was major differences between them but it made them love each other more.
“Oh shit!” Y/N muttered seeing her dad picture show across the screen. Him,Buck, Sam, Natasha and Clint were on a mission which gave Y/N enough time to plan the surprise party that no one knew about.
“Y/N?” Her father’s voice came through the phone when she answered. She walked away from the noise that was made from the workers.
“Popsicle!”
“I’m just calling to check on you. Are you okay? We’re going to be there in the 3 hours or so.”
‘Yesss that’s plenty of time.’
“Yes Dad I’m alright, probably going to go hang out with Peter and Mj in a minute before mom come pick me up.”
He sigh,“She’s picking you up today? I was hoping you could stay longer. Stark wanted to take Peter and Morgan to Disney land sometime this week. Talk to your Mother on that for me.”
“Dad you talk to her!”
“Y/N…”
“Sorry Dad but I got to go. Uncle Tony is going to burn my grilled cheese if I don’t say something! Tell everyone I said hello!”
“Alright Y/N. Be careful with going out with Peter an Mj.”
“I will Dad.”
“I’m serious Y/N. I don’t want you to get hurt or anything. Your mother will kill me if that happens.”
“Alright Dad. This was supposed to be a short phone call.”
“Okay Y/N. Talk to you later.”
“Okay. Oh and Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Happy Birthday Dad, I love you so much.”
She could feel him smiling against the phone.
“Thank you so much princess. I love you too.”
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“Mom you’re over dressed."Y/N whined seeing her mother’s outfit when Harmoni walked onto the patio. Y/N did it big for her father because she feels like he deserves it. She had a big table of food, a mini photo booth, a bar for the adults, a dj, dance floor, fireworks for later. This was going to be the best party!
"Well you said Birthday Party honey."Harmoni picks up a piece of pineapple from the fruit tray. "All this for your daddy? You did your thing Y/N.”
That compliment made Y/N blush. “Thanks momma, Maybe I’d be able to do your birthday party.” Harmoni rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing another piece of fruit.
“I’ll think about it cause you expensive. Yeah I saw that you used my card.”
Y/N laughed as Harmoni wrapped her arm around her shoulders. “Sorry Ma, I wanted Popsicle to have the best party.”
Harmoni kissed her daughter’s forehead,“ It’s alright honey. Whatever you want to do, I’ll be there for support. Now let’s go check on these fireworks because I hope you got the ones that are really bright.”
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The party is supposed to start at 6:30 and it’s 5 something now. When the team got back, Y/N had yet to seen her dad. She saw Bucky and told him what she had up her sleeve and hopefully he told everyone else. Now it was just time to wait and find her father.
“Momma I’m going to go find dad so I can tell him to get ready.” Y/N got off the couch in the living room. Harmoni sat down her glass getting up too.
“I’ll go too. I wanna be nosey.”
“Really ma.” Y/N laughed grabbing her mother’s hand. They walked down the hallway to his room but they ran into Sam. Y/N let go of Harmoni’s hand running to her uncle.
“Uncle Sam!”
“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in so longgg!” He hugged his niece. When they pulled apart, he caught glimpse of Steve’s lover. “Damn, Harmoni when did you get fine girl?”
Harmoni blushed laughing, hitting his chest.“Whatever Sam. Have you seen Steve?”
Sam pointed to the elevator,“ Last I saw Steve was downstairs on the first floor. He probably still down there.”
“Okay Uncle Sam. See you at his party?” Y/N asked grabbing Harmoni’s hand again. He nodded smiling.
“You know I’m there!”
The two got on the elevator, going down to the first floor. There stood Steve talking to Sharon, it looked like they were flirting from how close he was to her. Y/N heart broke seeing that, to herself she always prayed that one day her parents would get back together. Unbeknownst to her Harmoni heart broke as well, praying the same thing as Y/N.
Y/N tried to speak but she couldn’t. Harmoni put aside her feelings and became the strong mother Y/N needed. “Steve.”
He stepped back confused until he saw his family. Steve held a finger up for Sharon, walking over to his girls. “Harmoni…What are you doing here?”
“I’m only here for Y/N.”
“You leaving Y/N? I thought you were going to ask honey.”
“No dad, we’ll talk about that later. Right now, I want you to get dressed for something."Y/N fumbled with her fingers hoping he would go along with it. Steve doesn’t really like his birthday, everyone knew this.
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y/N whatever you have up your sleeve, cancel it.”
“Wh…What?” Y/N lip trembled, that really broke her.
“Steve this is different, this is your daughter not someone making a joke. Think about the hell you finna say next."Harmoni pulled her daughter close to her side. They made eye contact but hers was a hardened glare.
He didn’t want to so it but Steve didn’t want to be embarrassed. "Cancel it. You didn’t have to do whatever you did Y/N it’s not worth it. I have other plans.”
“Okay Steve.” Y/N muttered planting her face in Harmoni’s chest. That hurt him, she’s never called him by his first name. “Princess I’m sorry.”
“Don’t even worry about it Steve. We’re leaving and I’m getting full custody of her since you’ll rather do other shit then hang out with your own damn daughter. I can’t fucking believe you Steve!” Harmoni went off not caring about making a scene. That made him pissed off too.
“Take away my daughter?! Harmoni you can’t do that!”
“Watch me.” She snarled then walked to the elevator.
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“Man what did you do??” Bucky asked once Steve made it on the living floor. He had saw how pissed off Harmoni was when they walked past him. When Bucky asked her what’s wrong all she said was Steve.
“All I told Y/N is that I had plans and that she had to cancel whatever she had for me. I’m sure it wasn’t big.”
“Steve you canceled on your daughter, your own daughter. It doesn’t make sense! I know you’re embarrassed about your birthday but we’re all grown, the only person that is going to make jokes is Tony because he’s Tony. Get over it man, your daughter had something special planned that no one had ever did! Get your priorities right Steve."Bucky scolded shaking his head, leaving Steve to think about what the hell he just did.
"Fuck! What did I just do??” Steve cursed rushing to Y/N’s room before they left for good. To his luck they were just done packing. He walked in the room, pleading,“Princess! Harmoni! I’m sorry.”
“Steve it’s too late! You just proved to me that you would put anyone before her.” Harmoni rolled the luggage towards the door but he moved it away. “Steve move!” She yelled getting frustrated him.
“I’m not moving! I’m not letting you two leave out of my life Harmoni. You girls mean the world to me and I’m sorry I fucked up! ” Steve yelled taking the bags of her hands. He looked at his daughter who eyes held tears while she sat on the bed. He walked over, kneeling down in front of her,“Y/N princess, I would never put anyone above you. You and your mother are my number one priorities. I love you so much princess. Please forgive me.”
“Only if you come to the party.” She mumbled wiping her tears. Steve nodded his head,“I’ll come to anything you want me to come to Princess. I’m sorry.” A smile grew on her face as she hugged her dad.
“I forgive you Dad.” Hearing that felt like music to his ears. He hugged his daughter tightly. Steve looked at his ex-wife and she shook her head. They weren’t leaving. Y/N pulled back from the hug, “Now go get dresy, we’re late for the surprise!”
“Alright, Alright!” Steve laughed getting off the floor. He walked over to Harmoni to talk to her.
“I’m sorry Harmoni.”
“We’ll talk about it later Steve.”
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Steve held on to Harmoni while they walked to the Patio. Y/N had walked ahead to get everyone ready. Harmoni held on to the blind while Steve struggled ti walk. It was a comfortable silence between the 2 before Steve spoke up.
“I miss you so much Harmoni.”
“Steve I miss you too.”
“Let me take you out this weekend, we can talk about some things.”
“Steve we’re to different for each other. It didn’t work last time, what makes you think it will this time.”
“I know it will Harmoni. I have faith in us, I can’t do this without you.”
“I’ll think about it, we’re at the door. Have a genuine reaction please, Y/N put everything into this for you.” Harmoni kissed his cheek. He nodded, looking around as if he could see. She opened the door, leading him to the patio.
She dropped the blind fold and everyone jumped out yelling “SURPRISEEEE!!!” He jumped clutching his chest.
“ SHIT! Don’t do that!” He looked around to everyone he know and love here. The party looked amazing.
“Happy Birthday Dad!” Y/N exclaimed running up to him, giving Steve a hug. He laughed picking her up with ease. “All this for me? Thank you Princess!”
She wrapped her arms aound his neck.“Anything for you Dad!”
Hours later after the fireworks, everyone was either drunk or tired. Y/N was cuddled up to Bucky watching her parents slow dance to Steve’s favorite song. 40’s music.
Summary: Charmaine’s first mission with the team but it doesn’t end well and the team loses a member.
Go to the series masterlistbefore you read this chapter, if this is your first time: Charmaine
A/N: Okay so I feel way more comfortable posting this chapter after I said I wasn’t going to post the rest. Let me know if this cringy, I love feedback.
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The day was Friday and it was the same as any other day, Charmaine was back home from her class, Peter was getting out of school, the team either train or helped find the location of the Hydra base that held the scepter. One month after the avengers been staying in the tower. The relationship between Charm and Bucky was growing every day, at times they act like a couple without even noticing.
“Did you enjoy dinner?” Charm questioned while washing the few dishes that were in the sink. Bucky walked over placing a kiss on her cheek and putting his dirty plate in the water.
“I loved it, that lobster mac and cheese was amazing.”
She blushed at the comment and his boldness of him kissing her on the cheek. He winked then walked over to the couch sitting down beside Sam, joining him in the movie that was playing. Bucky let go of the nervous breath he was holding, he seemed confident on the outside but on the inside, he was scared as fuck.
Charmaine wasn’t no easy girl that he would flirt and take home the same night in the ‘40s. She was the girl that he wants to get to know fully, learn the little things about, be himself around. So most time he was around Charm, he was nervous as hell praying that he wouldn’t say something dumb.
Charmaine hummed one of her favorite songs while cleaning up the last dish thinking about a certain long-haired brunette. She turned around coming face to face with spiderman who was hanging upside down. The 21-year old let out a yelp clutching her heart.
“Peter don’t do that !! What the hell dude.”
“You okay Charm?” Bucky questioned from the couch looking over at her. He saw Peter hanging down so his concerns washed away. “Oh, Peter just scared her.”
“Yeah, you alright?” Sam asked as well not taking his eyes off the screen, ignoring what Bucky just said.
“Sorry Champagne, I just came back from patrol and I rushed in here before you left to ask you this. Can you make brownies? I wasn’t here the last time you made them and everyone said they were good. ” Peter rambled as he let himself come down, sitting on top of the perfectly clean marble countertop.
“They were!” Sam chimed in.
“See! I want to try them.” Peter pout poking out his lip.
“I be spoiling you guys I swear. I’ll make some just for you Peter." Charm groaned playfully, opening the cabinet grabbing the brownie box. "Get your ass off my counter, I just cleaned it.”
Peter hopped off happily,“ So? You and Bucky?”
“Peter if you continue to say something about that topic, I’m not making the brownies.” She warned looking in the fridge for the eggs. Maria walked in from the elevator with a serious face grabbing everyone’s attention.
“They found the base. Cap said suit up and meet them in the lab in 5. Peter, Happy is downstairs waiting for you.”
Everyone nodded and Charm hugged Peter. Tony had let slide with one of his kids going on the mission, not both so Peter was going home until they got back. She kissed his forehead.
“This mission shouldn’t take long, I’ll be back to make your brownies. Be good for Aunt May.”
“ I am Champagne, be safe and please come back. ”
“I will Petey. I’ll always come back.”
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Charmaine walked in beside Sam as they were the last two to join the rest in the lab. She found a spot beside Scott. Everyone was in full armor ready to go except Bruce and Tony because you know.
“Glad of you two to finally make it,” Tony said sarcastically then started swiping away on his tablet. It projects a hologram of what seems to be Rome. “We are going to Rome. Intel tells us that hydra has a camp in the countryside.”
The hologram shows a huge vineyard with a building that looked abandoned with little buildings surrounded.
“Inside sources tell us that the person who is over this organization called M.A.Z.E is supposed to be visiting any moment now. We’re taking down two operations at once so be prepared for this mission to be one of the hardest.” Maria said reading something off her tablet. Charm snuck a glance at Bucky who was in his winter soldier attire. She hoped that this mission wasn’t going too hard for him.
“Brief explanation. Stay focused at all times, take out as many as you can, feeling overwhelmed? Walk it off. Get in, Get out. Anyone that has the chance grabs the scepter.” Steve spoke with determination.
“When we get there we fight anyone that comes our way. Sam or Stark will find a way to get us in. Charm you stay by someone at all times okay? first mission and we don’t want to lose you.”
“Gotcha.” Charm nod her head understanding his rule.
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Inside the quinjet, she sat beside Bucky. Both had their mask off to communicate with each other. Everyone was in either their own zone or in a conversation. Bucky closed his eyes so he could converge on how to not lose control of himself, he didn’t want to completely turn back into the winter soldier.
“You like my suit?” Charmaine asked softly taking him out of his trance.
Bucky turns his head giving a smile, “I like it. You make it look good and very badass.”
“I feel like a badass.” She jokes making them laugh. As their laughter died down, Charm grabbed his hand pulling it in her lap. “Are you okay about this whole mission? I know history with you and hydra isn’t really that good.”
“I should be good, I just don’t want to be captured again, you know? Steve and I are still working on me not reacting to my trigger words. It’s hard but it’s working. Plus I got you fighting by my side so we are going to be the coldest duo.”
“Well I’m not going to let that happen, you protect me so I’m going to always protect you . If you don’t mind, I could help with the trigger words? I’ll be there to hold your hand or something.” Charm said with quiet empathy giving him a soft smile. “ Coldest duo? Well, this mission should be over in no time. When we get back can we finish watching Legally Blonde? You fell asleep before it started leaving me up by myself.”
“I’ll check with Steve when we do it the next time, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt if anything happened,” Bucky said nodding his head towards Steve. “ And I told you that I was tired! You didn’t listen and put on the movie anyway.”
“I’m not going to get hurt and I thought you were playing!” Charm said in defense then calmed down. “Hey, Bucky?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m always going to be here for you okay? You mean the world to me and I don’t want to lose you under no circumstances.” She said holding his hand to her face. Charmaine looked him in the eyes, showing that she was serious. A world without Bucky is a world that she can’t live in. She needs him.
His hand opened and Charm cuddled to it. Bucky looked at her in admiration rubbing his thumb against her cheek. He admits it, Buchanan was head over heels for her,“You mean the world to me as well so don’t think you’re going anywhere. You’re my lucky charm.”
In the next four hours, they had arrived Rome’s countryside and everyone prepared for landing. Charm stood next to her dad as his Iron Man suit connects over his body. Before his helmet covered his face, Tony turned to Charm.
“Kiddo, be safe alright? Don’t get hurt or anything.”
“I will.” She reassured and he kissed her forehead. 'Now thinking about it Tony has a weird way of expressing his feelings’ Charmaine thought to herself. The doors to the jet opened and Steve spoke up, “Stark, Sam you’re up!”
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A/N: I am not good with action so skipping to the juicy part.
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Charmaine ran down the hallway trying to find the exit to the big building. Thor didn’t retrieve the scepter and they were still looking but time was winding down. She ran into this room where there were big computer screens on the wall with a closed-cell in the corner.
“Ahh, I have been looking for you.” A female voice came from behind her making Charmaine turn around swiftly. “I’m Mazikeen and you are going to be on in my unit.”
The room filled with tension as they circled each other not losing sight of one another. “Unit? I’m not going to be anyone’s slave. Let alone let you lay a finger on me, so let go of that stupid ass idea you have.” Charmie snapped holding her fist up. Mazikeen winked getting in defense mode as well.
“Snarky? I like that. Let’s do this shall we?”
She swings on Charm who easily blocks it. The two fight hand-to-hand combat for a couple of minutes, none stop. Charmaine was getting tired but she held her weight up. She kicked Mazikeen on her back, placing her foot on her neck. The Demon grabbed her ankle smirking then rolled over making Charm fall on her side. She gets on top, pulling out her knife.
“This won’t hurt one bit. Well, maybe just a little.”
“Anyone have eyes on Charmaine? The building is going to blow in 3 minutes.” Tony’s voice came through the comm.
“I’m busy at the moment!” Charm yelled pushing Mazikeen’s arms up so she wouldn’t get stabbed in the face. The dark skin girl moved one of her hands to the side grabbing the demon’s hair yanking it.
Mazikeen fell off and it gave her enough time to get back to her feet. Charm kicked her to stay down but Mazi grabs her foot mid-air then twist it making her body twirl, falling on the ground.
“I will have you to myself and make you my eternal flame. Right along with the other 3 elements. You are going to be the most powerful.” Mazikeen leans down grabbing her hair yanking it making Charmaine cry out in pain. The demon moved her mouth close to Charm’s ear with a sinister smirk.
“I’m going to have you kill anyone that stands in our way.”
A guard’s body flew in the door from someone kicking him through. Bucky walks into the room angrily seeing Mazikeen holding a handful of Charm’s brown hair.
He runs over punching her in the face making the demon drop his lover. Bucky grabbed Mazikeen by the neck with his metal hand dragging her towards the closed-cell.
The bounty hunter’s eyes widen from the pressure that was on her throat, she hit his arm repeatedly but that didn’t do anything. Bucky flings her into the closed cell like she was discarded trash.
Charm sits on the ground rubbing the back of her head, the words haunting her mind. Bucky goes back over to help his best girl onto her feet.
“We need to out of here now.”
But it was muffled because of the mask. She nodded putting her weight on him as they walked to the exit. On the roof, the two ran to the middle.
“We’re on the roof! Bring the Quinjet!” Bucky yelled taking off his mouth cover. Charm was hunched over trying to catch her breath, she literally just fought 5 minutes straight now she doing a full-out run. She needed more exercise.
The explosion sounded off and the building shook. Just in time, the Quinjet hovered down lowly so they could get on. A huge crack in the roof separated the two.
The building was going to collapse.
They looked around frantically as Charm’s side start to slowly but gradually fall.
“Jump!” Bucky yelled, holding out his hand.
Charm did as told, not even second-guessing, leaping off the fallen building. She catches the side of the broken roof, barely holding on with one hand. All she needed to do was use her upper body to lurch her forward so her other hand could grab his. Bucky bends over, reaching for her hand, not taking his blue eyes off her brown ones.
Charmaine’s eyes were filled with fear, feeling herself slowly losing grip, “I can’t reach it!”
“Use your strength, Charmaine. Grab my hand!”
“I can’t, Bucky; my body is too tired. I feel myself slipping!”
“Charm, grab his hand! Bucky, you need to need to grab Steve’s hand. That building is going to collapse any second! He will pull you guys up.” Natasha said in the comms but was ignored by both.
Bucky leans forward more without noticing that he might fall himself, “I’m not leaving without you charmaine. grab my hand!”
“I’m trying!” Charm yelled when she tries to lift herself; it aches in pain. She drops her hand down in pain. Tears clouded her vision as she knew this was it; Bucky stared at her scratched-filled face knowing what she was thinking. He shook his head; He can’t lose her, not now, “ No Charm, you’re leaving with me!”
Charmie could feel the building she was holding on to began to fall, sobbing; she looked into Bucky’s blue eyes one last time. “I’m sorry Bucky.”
“No Charmie, you have time. Just grab my hand! P-Please.” Bucky yelled as tears clouded his vision. “You’re my lucky charm. I need you!”
The building collapsed, and his feet slip from under him. A hand grabs his keeping Bucky from falling in the rubble; Natasha lowered it down in time just for Steve to grab the back of his armor from falling with her.
“No!” Bucky stared in horror watching Charmaine screamed, falling into the explosion reaching out for him.
Steve gasp as tears fell down his face seeing the horrible fate of his sister.
There was nothing either could do.
With the help of others, Steve pulled Bucky into the quinjet.
Bucky laid on his stomach sobbing with heartache.
Tears weld in Thor’s eyes as he saw that Charmaine wasn’t on the jet. This didn’t seem real to him; he couldn’t accept it, “Where is Charmie? Why isn’t my sister on this jet?!”
“Steve, where is Charmie?” Natasha asked, slowly getting up from the pilot seat as Clint took over. Her heart raced, hoping that he would say that Tony has her or something. Bruce grabbed her waist, but she snatched away from his touch.
“Natasha, sit down.”
“Don’t tell me to sit down! Where is she?!”
Steve couldn’t say anything as he drops to his knees, breaking down. Sam catches him before he hit the floor. “I got you man.”
The jet doors opened as Tony flew in; he raised an eyebrow to see the team in tears. He was getting files in this underground room but got out in time just as the building collapsed. He noticed someone was missing.
“What’s going on? Where is Charmaine?”
No one answer, which made Tony panic.
“Where is my daughter?!”
“Tony, she died; she f-fell into the explosion,” Scott informed him while wiping his tears. Her falling replayed in Bucky’s mind like it was his personal hell. Charm reached out for him, and he couldn’t save her. He failed.
Tony’s world crumbled as tears blurred his vision looking around the jet as if she was hiding, “What? Barnes tell me he’s lying! Where the hell is my daughter!”
Bucky sat up now with his knees to his chest; he couldn’t stop crying no matter how much he tried. He lost the one person that meant the most to him other than Steve, the person he saw a future with. His best girl is no longer here.
Tony sat down in a seat in disbelief; for once in his life, he cried. He completely broke down, not being able to hold it. She filled the lonely hole in his heart; everyone he ever loved was gone, and the person who made him happy.
Was gone too.
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It was evening time when they got back; they had been gone all day.
The living room was silent; the avengers sat down sulking and mourning. Bucky squeezed his eyes tightly closed as the memory of her falling hit his mind like a truck. Tony had his head in his hands, just letting his mind run all over the place. The elevator ding, and a frantic Peter walked out looking for Tony.
“Mr. Stark, I’m here! What happened? Is everyone okay? Are you okay?” Peter rambled, walking into the living room. He noticed everyone’s sad behavior, then looked around for Champagne. “Guys? Did something happen? Where is Charmaine?”
Tony gets up from the couch, going to Peter, engulfing him in a hug. Peter hugged back, shock that he did that but was still confused about what happened. “Mr. Stark, what’s wrong?”
“She n-not co-coming back, kiddo.”
“H-huh?”
“I’m s-sorry, kid.”
“N-no, you’re lying! This isn’t a joking matter, Mr.Stark; everyone can put smiles on their fucking faces, and Champagne can pop up from under the couch.” Peter said abruptly, pulling back from Tony’s arms; doing a 360 to look around for a camera. Steve rubbed his hand over his mouth to keep from crying again.
“Queens, it’s not a jo-joke.”
Peter’s face reddens from anger and sadness,“ She said she was coming back! She promised! What happened to her?!” Charmaine promised without even promising him because she always comes back. Peter prayed that this a sick ass joke; she was his best friend. Him and Her against the world.
“She fe-fell into the explosion Peter,” Bruce said sadly; with that, Natasha broke down in his arms. Peter wasn’t taking this well, and that broke everyone’s heart even more.
“N-no guys, stop this, pl-please."Peter cried, shaking his head, then he looked Tony in the eyes. Her father nodded his head as a way of saying that it’s true. Peter broke down mentally, ” My Champagne is su-supposed to be here with me. My best friend is..“
Tony pulls his son into his arms; tears threaten to spill.
Peter sobbed his heart out.
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2:43 a.m.
Bucky’s body lurched forward after grabbing the gun that was kept under his pillow for 'emergency purposes’ raised at…
Steve.
"Bucky, drop the gun. It’s me.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, Steve.” His fingers slowly lost grip of the gun, and the weapon dropped to his lap. His chest drew up sharply with each breath as he tried to control his rapidly beating heart. Steve sat on the edge of his bed.
“It’s fine Buck, you were yelling, so I came in here to see if everything was alright.”
“I should be fine.”
“Okay, I’m going back to bed and try to get some sleep before my morning exercise.” Steve sighs, getting up from the bed. He wasn’t getting any sleep at all, but he didn’t want to tell Bucky that.
“Steve?” Bucky called before he could leave out the room. Steve stopped in his tracks looking at him.
“Yeah?”
“Can you stay with me and watch Legally Blonde? I was supposed to watch it with Ch-Charm when we came back, but…”
“I’ll stay Bucky; I don’t mind.”
Bucky gave a small smile getting out of bed, grabbing some pillows and the comforter. Steve grabbed his laptop from the desk to find the movie. 5 minutes later, the two super soldiers were lying on the floor, eyes glued to the computer enjoying the movie.
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Awe this is a filler and it’s long so bonus.
Give feedback plsss. If this is cringy let me knoww!
Summary: Y/N and Bucky’s relationship is starting to blossom but first that have to make it through the shy stage.
A/N: This damn tiktok sound has been stuck in my head all morning . I haven’t even watched the movie yet!
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“Good Morning Y/N."Bucky leaned against her door frame while she was fixing her hair. Her serious face turned into a smile.
"Good Morning Bucky.”
“So are you going to Stark party that’s this afternoon?”
Y/N sat her comb down,“Tony’s party? I didn’t know he was having one? Crap! I wish I would’ve known this earlier!” She got up from her vanity going towards her phone on the bed. “I have to go shopping right now.”
“I’m taking that as a yes, you’re going.” He stood up straight preparing to leave. “I’ll see you there?" Bucky’s admiration on Y/N made her nervous a bit.
"Yeah I’ll see you there.”
When they get around each other they can’t help but get shy. None of the team know that they are freshly starting a relationship, hell they literally just got together yesterday. It took Bucky the previous week to muster up some confidence to ask her to be his girlfriend after 3 dates.
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“Hey guys!!!"Y/N greeted to the team when she walked into the party. A course of hey’s went around. Y/N’s outfit hit it right on the mark with everyone else’s.
"Y/N!!” Thor yelled in excitement seeing his favorite person.She yelp when he picked her up, twirling her around. “Thor! You literally saw me yesterday before you went to asgard.” She chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him. Thor placed her gently back on her feet.
“I know but that’s to long.”
She smiled giving in,“Alright I admit, I miss you too.” Y/N glanced over to Bucky seeing him in a conversation with Steve, A blonde woman and Sam. ’I’ll just talk to him when he’s alone. He might not be ready for the team to know that we are together.’ She thought to herself sitting down beside Thor.
“Your dress is amazing Y/N.” Tony looked her up and down. She blushed picking up a champagne glass. “Thank you Stark. I had to find it at the last minute because you forgot to tell me about this party.”
“Well I am a busy man.”
“Anyway.”
Y/N engaged herself in a conversation between Thor and Natasha. lt was a good conversation but she couldn’t help to feel the glances from Bucky. She did it back to him because he has yet to talk to her. “I need something stronger then this.” Y/N groaned rubbing her temple. Thor smirked at that.
“Need something stronger you say? Follow me.” Thor got up grabbing her hand. They walked over to the bar just in time for Bucky and Steve to walk over trying to join the conversation.
“Where did they go?” Bucky pointed towards the direction Thor and Y/N went. Natasha leaned back on the couch. “To get her something stronger.”
“I’ll go see. Be right back.” Steve pat Bucky’s shoulder before walking off. Bucky plopped down beside Natasha stressed. ’Does Y/N and Thor have something going on? No she said yes to being my girlfriend. Then why won’t she talk to me? I mean I haven’t said nothing either but still!’ He thought to himself, taking a sip of champagne.
He cleared his throat,“Natasha does Y/N and Thor have something going on?”
She shrugged,“I don’t really know Barnes but I’m gonna go with no.” That didn’t help Bucky’s over thinking. He chugged the rest of glass down getting up to go to the bar.
A veteran held out his glass while Thor passed out some Asgardian alcohol. “I gotta have some of that.”
“Oh, no, no, no. See this, this was aged for a thousand years, in the barrels built from the wreck of Brunhilde’s fleet, it’s not meant for mortal men. ” He said politely passing a drink to Steve but the other older gentleman cuts him off. Y/N sniffed the alcohol, seconding guessing it. Then again she did say she wanted something stronger.
“Neither was Omaha Beach, blondie. Stop trying to scare us. Come on.”
Thor looked at Steve who gave him a look of ’You might as well.“
"Alright.” Thor shrugged pouring some of the alcohol into the veteran’s glass and sliding it to him. They a drunk it down at the same time and boy was that shit strong. Y/N placed a hand on her chest, feeling that burning affect. “God damn Thor. This some strong ass shit.”
Thor laughed pouring him some more,“What? You asked for it.” Steve held out his glass for more.
“This is the most tipsy I’ve ever felt. Keep it coming.”
Y/N laughed then shook her head when Thor offered her more. That one shot was enough to last her for the night. Seeing her boyfriend walk up to the bar, she decided to speak,“Bucky? Hey I haven’t saw you-”
The blonde from earlier came over grabbing Bucky’s arm,“Steve, Bucky come dance with me!” She completely cut off Y/N. Steve smiled grabbing her hand, leaving the couple by themselves. Bucky grabbed his girlfriend hand who was sorta irritated from being cut off. “Babe we can dance on the next song right?”
Wanting them both to have a fun night, Y/N gave in. “Alright babe.” It was a lot of thing she wanted to say but Bucky smiled walking off. Fuck it, if he wants to have fun so will she. Taking back what she thought earlier, Y/N held out the glass in front of Thor. “More please!”
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Y/N felt hot and the music was getting to her. “Shea
Butter Baby, fucking up your pillow
Shea Butter Baby, fucking up your sheets.” Y/Nsing the lyrics, slowly going to the dance floor. Letting her waist move to the beat of the music. Being drunk made Y/N be confident in a lot of things she did.
She danced with a lot people, letting the alcohol take over. Most of the time she twerked, letting Natasha smack her ass while she did. Bucky watched the whole time but didn’t say anything because he was dancing with other people too.
Bucky saw his girl on the dance floor finally by herself, wasting no time to go over where she was. Feeling him behind her, Y/N held on to Bucky’s waist letting her ass do the grinding.
Bucky bit his lip watching how gracefully her hips rolled. He leaned down to kiss on her neck but she moved . “Oh you aren’t off the hook.” She rolled her eyes at him, stopping her movements. Bucky sigh in defeat of her stopping, which he definitely didn’t like. He grabbed her forearm pulling her to a empty area of the party so they could talk.
“What you mean I’m not off the hook Y/N. I haven’t did anything.”
“You’ve barely even danced with me Bucky.” Y/N huff crossing her arms. Bucky got closer looking down at his girlfriend.
“Don’t make me laugh, I’ve been trying all night. You’ve been shaking ya ass for like half the party.”
“Real nice.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I was only doing what you’ve been doing which was ‘have fun’ . Maybe we aren’t meant for this relationship thing if we can’t even be together at a stupid party. I’m leaving.” She turned to walk away but Bucky grabbed her waist, pulling Y/N to his chest.
“Wait wait wait, Y/N I’m sorry okay. This relationship is new to both of us and I should’ve been the one to speak first. Tonight has been weird and before you even say it, I didn’t care if the team knew about us or not. I was shy then jealous the I didn’t care but that wasn’t right. I’m so sorry, I want this relationship with you. I really like you.”
Y/N blushed at what he was saying and it did sound genuine. “I forgive you Bucky and I’m sorry for not speaking first. I mean I was being shy to at some point. Do you want to go back to the party?”
Bucky began kissing down her neck,“No, I have something else in mind.” Y/N giggled at his soft touch from being ticklish. Liking the idea, she pulled away from his grasp, grabbing his hand. Bringing him all the way to her room then
You know the rest.
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I hope you guys like it because I felt like I could’ve wrote better . I just hope it makes sense!!
This the song she was dance to where I put the lyrics.
Go either watch the tiktok or the movie The Heights if you don’t understand this one-shot.
Summary: Y/N rides along with Sam, Zemo and Bucky to Madripoor.
A/N: I know this episode is over used but I write this and I just wanted to give you guys something after been absent for so long. My birthday is next week and I’m excited. Enjoy this one-shot.
They followed Zemo to his personal jet. An older man stood at the end of the stairs waiting on their arrival.
“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam asked looking at the jet. Y/N walked between him and Bucky behind Zemo. She hasn’t really been talking to Bucky because of their argument.
It was basically about how he disappeared on her. He left without warning. The only reason the previous couple is around each other now because Y/N was there when Sam gave up the shield and decided to stay by his side through the journey. That’s how she ended up here on a plane with someone that broke her heart.
The reason why Bucky left because he’s scared to love. He’s scared that’s she was going to leave him because of his past since it was too much for her. So Bucky left and still hasn’t told her the reason why he did.
“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” Zemo replied then spoke to the older gentleman in Russian. After the men greet each other the trio followed Zemo into the jet.
Bucky placed a hand on Y/N’s lower back to help her up the stairs, but she pushed his hand off. She had every right to be mad at him. Y/N really loves Bucky but he can’t just leave her whenever he gets the chance.
Y/N sat in the chair in front of Zemo with Sam beside him and Bucky beside her. She nervously looked out the window, Y/N isn’t a big fan of heights.
“The fridge is out. But I will see if there is some good food in the galley.” The man said to Zemo who replied in Sokovian. My nerves were getting really bad, She starts to fumble with her fingers.
“Y/N you okay?” Sam’s voice laced with concern. She turns to see them staring at her like a worried parent. Y/N gave them a small smile trying to ease their worries.
“I’m fine.”
“Just checking Y/N. Why don’t you tell us about where we are going Zemo?” Sam asked looking at Zemo for answers.
Zemo opened a book, “I’m sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it but this part seems to be important.” He pulled a little book that was inside the bigger book holding it up.
“Who is Nakajima?”
Bucky swiftly gets up wrapping his gloved hand around his neck. Y/N’s eyes widened from seeing how worked up he got up from that. All the nervousness about flying left her body.
“What the hell James??”
“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky seethed then unwrapped his hand from around Zemo’s neck sitting back down. Y/N rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was. Deep down she wished it was her he was putting into place but no one needs to know that. (Our little secret.)
“I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Zemo said obviously not phased by what just happened.
“Don’t push it,” Bucky warned glancing at him then towards Sam.
“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?” Sam amused but Bucky kept a straight face.
“I like ‘40s music, so…”
“ '40s music? You definitely need to put me on some good music then.” Y/N said engaging in their conversation. She thought it was kinda cute that he held on to the book Steve had. Bucky gave her a small smile.
“Whenever I get the chance, I will. Just for you.”
Y/N bit her lip to keep from smiling to keep up the ‘I’m mad at him’ act.But it wasn’t working.
“You didn’t like it?” Sam asked shocked.
“I liked it.” Bucky said giving him the face of 'duh I liked it.’
“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Zemo said in the most formal way possible. Y/N gave a humorous smile nodding her head.
“That was one of the best ways to explain it.”
“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye” Sam agreed as if Bucky didn’t agree. Y/N laughed at what he was doing.
“Sam, why are you still going on about it? James literally agreed.”
“I like Marvin Gaye.” Bucky continues looking at him.
“Steve adored Marvin Gaye,” Sam said bringing up another memory of Steve.
“I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” Y/N held up the finger going to the mini bathroom. She struggled so damn hard in that small ass bathroom trying not to fall on her ass. Y/N soon came out to hear them talking about Madripoor.
“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam questioned looking between the two who used to be villains.
“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a private sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky starts while Zemo finished telling them the information.
“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”
Y/N glanced at Bucky who tensed up at those words. I knew it was going to be hard on him. Sitting back down in her seat, She moved the hair that was in her face.
“So who do I go as?”
“Miss Sapphire, one of the richest lady there. She models for every company you can think of.” Zemo said showing Y/N a picture of a woman who looked exactly like her.
“Ooo I think I’m going to like this,” Y/N smirked looking at the outfit that she was going to have to put on. She knew Bucky wasn’t going to like it but oh well, its part of the job.
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Y/N was beside Sam as they walked down this empty bridge. She kept sneaking glances at Bucky because he looked so good with his new arm. Y/N didn’t know she staring too long when his eyes linked with hers. She quickly looked away, face turning really hot.
“We have to fix this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam complained touching his suit. Y/N rolled her eyes, her feet were starting to hurt from walking for so long.
“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp,” Zemo said. Y/N’s walk began to turn into limping which made her fall behind a little.
A little “Ow.” came from her mouth, grabbing Bucky’s attention. He slowed down walking beside Y/N.
“You okay?”
“I’m good.”
“No, you’re not. You just said 'Ow’. What’s wrong?”
“None of your business James. I’m okay.”
“So you’re calling me James now? And I know your feet are hurting Y/N. Let me help.”
Y/N decided to be stubborn even though she wanted to get off her feet so badly. “It’s always been, James. I’m able to handle myself, I can take the pain.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, in a matter of seconds, Y/N was in his arms bridal style. Not in the mood to argue, Y/N looked everywhere but him.
“And it’s Bucky to you. It’s always and forever going to be that to you.”
“Before you left, it was Bucky. Now it’s James. You know what, I can walk myself.” She moved but his grip tightened not wanting her to get out of his arms.
“No, I’m going to continue to carry you,” Bucky said but Y/N didn’t respond which made it quiet between them. She fought the urge to look at him since she was mad.
“I saw you looking at me and my arm.”
She looked up at him fulfilling her urge and they made eye contact. Y/N quickly looked away nervously “Um, no I wasn’t.”
Bucky let out a laugh, “You indeed was.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
“Guys! for the love of God, shut up!"Sam scolded from in front of them.
"He started it!” Y/N replied back like a little kid. Bucky laughed a little then sigh.
“Y/N, you’ve barely said a word to me today. Did I do something?”
She scoffs getting irritated from that dumb-ass question. “DiD I dO sOmEtHiNg?? Huh? Bucky stop talking to me before I say something I might regret.”
“What? Y/N I just asked a question.” Bucky said in defense. She huff rolling her eyes, ’a dumb ass question at that’
“No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo explained as the car came into view on the bridge. Bucky placed her down on her feet when they neared it, opening the door for Y/N who climbed in the middle seat.
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“Here we are.”
Walking into the bar they could feel the intense stares. Bucky glared at anyone that looked in her direction. Y/N had to fight off any instinct to grab his hand. It wasn’t the appropriate time to do it.
You could hear the whispers of the crowd looking at them. “Is that the Winter Soldier?”. Zemo guided them directly to the bar. A tall dark skin man walked over to the trio so they could order.
“Hello, lady and gentlemen. Wasn’t expecting to see you, Sapphire and Smiling Tiger.”
“His plans changed.” Zemo nodded towards Sam. “We have business to do with Selby.”
The bartender looked at Sam,“The usual? Anything for you Ms. Sapphire?”
Sam nodded his head while Y/N replied, “No, Thank you.” The bartender turned around grabbing a dead snake out of a glass jar. She covered up her mouth to keep from gagging. Y/N turn to Bucky shaking her head no.
“Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” I heard Zemo say from behind Y/N. She would’ve laughed but Y/N wanted to puke at the moment. She knew Sam had drunk it when Bucky looked the other way to keep from I guess laughing.
Y/N moved to the side of Bucky when a man walked up to Zemo from behind. “I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.”
“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me.” Zemo then pointed towards Bucky.
“New haircut?” The man asked but Bucky just stared.
“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo continued his deal. The man walked away not even giving an answer.
“A Power Broker? Really?” Bucky finally spoke up.
“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.” Zemo explained.
“Do you know him?” Sam whispered not wanting to give himself away.
“Only by reputation,” Zemo replied. “In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”
Y/N leaned against the bar with my back facing the crowd. She felt a hand being placed on her lower back. The other hand moved Y/N’s hair from the side to show her neck.
“Sapphire, baby, we didn’t get to finish from last night. Let’s get out of here.”
Y/N prepared to punch him but stopped herself when she heard Zemo say “Зимний Солдат, Атака” ( Winter Soldier, Attack.)
Y/N turn around to see it was a different man this time. He had a smirk on his face, as his index finger touched her bottom lip slowly then used the rest of his fingers running down her exposed chest.
Y/N had never felt so disgusted in her life. His fingers stopped on her boob when Bucky’s metal hand swiftly grabbed it, crushing his hand.
You could tell that Bucky was so angry for him even getting close to Y/N. The man grunts out in pain as both of them walked away from her while Bucky still clutched on his hand.
The pair shared a quick look. The way he eased back into his Winter Soldier character bothered her a bit. Maybe he had it like a switch?
Y/N winced not really wanting to see none of the combat taking place so she turned around with her back facing the crowd.
She didn’t want him to feel he can protect her all the time. Y/N didn’t want to seem so dependent on him especially if he isn’t going to always be in the picture. When Y/N needed him, he wasn’t there. Getting out of her thoughts when Bucky slammed the man that touched Y/N on top of the bar holding on to his neck, eyes never leaving his face.
Everyone around them starts to take their gun off safety. Y/N’s heart starts to pound as she looked around. Zemo placed a hand on Bucky’s arms whispering.
“Stay in character or the whole bar turn on us.”
Zemo says something else in Russian which makes Bucky let go of the man. “Selby will see you now.” The bartender announced.
“Thank you,” Zemo said then walked off.
“You good?” Sam asked Bucky concerned. He looked at me but Y/N quickly glanced at them then followed behind Zemo not uttering a word.
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Turns out Y/N wasn’t the one she wants to talk to since she was just some famous model. She had to stand in the hallway and wait on them. Y/N was so uncomfortable, especially with what she had on.
Y/N heard a gunshot which makes her kick in the door. Both Bucky and Sam aimed the gun at her then lowered it.
“What the hell happened in here?!” Y/N asked seeing the bodies on the floor.
“We’ll explain later, let’s go,” Bucky said grabbing her hand and they all walked out of the building. They walked through the streets hearing surrounding people phones going off
“This is not good,” Zemo said looking around at the people who looked on their phones. They near the end of the street when bullets aimed at us. Bucky pulled Y/N to him as they ran in one direction.
“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam yelled while he ran.
“You better learn today!” Y/N yelled back holding on to Bucky’s hand since it was in the heat of the moment, not wanting to let go.
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Sharon help killed off the bounty hunters they had on us. At the moment Y/N was in the bathroom getting ready for the party she was having. Finished with getting dressed, she walked out of the bathroom running into a hard chest.
“Oops sorry!”
“It’s an okay doll.”
Y/N gave him a small smile then began to walk to the room where everyone else was until Bucky grabbed her hand.
“Why didn’t answer my question from earlier? What did I do?”
“You know what you did Bucky. Is there I need to say?”
“I think I know what I did? I don’t know Y/N. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
"To answer your dumb-ass question, you did do something wrong. You act like everything’s okay between us when it’s not! Bucky, you left me. Like disappeared on me without explaining why!”
“I knew telling you that I was leaving would crush you. I didn’t want you to be hurt over the fact that I left.” Bucky rubbed his hand over his mouth.
“Leaving you was the best way to protect you. I’m feared by many but that still doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be a target to hurt me.”
“Best way to protect me?! You leaving hurt me way more than what you think it did. You’re worried about protection but not focusing on my feels. You said you love me but you left like it wasn’t nothing.” I groan flustrated raising my voice. He couldn’t look at Y/N and it raised her suspicion.
“You’re lying Bucky? What is it? What is the truth.”
“Y/N… Please.”
“Bucky tell me!”
“I was scared Y/N! Scared that you were already planning to leave because of my past. I know I shouldn’t have left when you needed me but I didn’t know what to do. You deserve better than me Y/N.” Bucky confessed as his head dropped. I placed my hand under his chin so he could look me in the eyes.
“Bucky I could’ve told me. You leaving hurt me more than what you think it did. I love you and that means that I’ll understand anything you’re going through. I don’t deserve better, and I don’t want better. I want you Bucky. You’re not alone in this baby I swear.”
Bucky pulled Y/N to his chest, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry baby. I love you too Y/N so much.” He kissed Y/N’s forehead.
“Oh and I wanted to kill him so badly but I knew you weren’t going to like that so I stopped.”
“You know me so well.”
Bucky apologized again, “I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to make up.” He began to kiss on her neck making Y/N tilt her head to the side so he could have more access.
“Hm, I’ll accept it if you dance on the dance floor with me.”
“No! God no. I’ll do anything but that. You know I don’t like dancing.” Bucky pulled back groaning but she gave him the puppy eyes.
“Please? Or I’m going to stay mad at you.”
Bucky rubbed his hand over his face, “Fine.”
Y/N smiled jumping in his arms and they rested under her butt to keep her held up.
“Yayyy!! This is going to be fun.”
“I’m only doing this for you baby.”
“That’s the best part.”
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This took a long ass time to edit but I hope you guys like it. Like I said earlier I know this episode is overused but I had written this when tfatws was still airing so yeah.
I’m posting something since I haven’t posted in so long.
If this one-shot doesn’t make sense let me know cause it’s almost 3 am while I’m trying to edit and add stuff to this and I’m so sleepy
