A/N: I am combining the three requests below the cut into one fic so hopefully it covers everything ❤️
Summary: A lot can happen in a year, from one cookout to the next you see just how far you and Bucky have come. Warnings: 18+ only, fluff, anxiety WC: 1.8k
A/N: I am combining the three requests below the cut into one fic so hopefully it covers everything ❤️
Summary: A lot can happen in a year, from one cookout to the next you see just how far you and Bucky have come. Warnings: 18+ only, fluff, anxiety WC: 1.8k
Sunlight streamed through Bucky’s window and you wondered how he ever slept when he never closed the curtains. Rolling over so your eyes weren’t directly assaulted by a ray of light, you felt the blanket catch on your hand and looked down to where it rested on Bucky’s stomach. Memories came back to you, Bucky’s promise that he was done running from his problems and ready to face the future with you, right before he slid your wedding ring back on your finger.
“You’re not getting cold feet are you?” Bucky asked, his voice deep with the remnants of sleep.
“Not a chance.” You promised as you tilted your head so you could reach his lips. “I’ve waited a year for this, but it feels like a lifetime.”
“I know.” He sighed. “I’ll never be able to make it up to you, what I put you through.”
“Shhh.” You soothed as you rolled onto your tummy and kissed the smooth skin of his chest. “It’s the past, I just need to know you are sure about this, our future.”
“Never been more certain about anything.”
You smiled at the sincerity before seeing the time on his alarm clock and swore as you jumped up from the bed. “Get dressed before we miss our future.”
Sam and Sarah looked like they hadn’t even been to sleep as they arrived moments after you and Bucky did, confusion painting their tired faces. They had probably stayed up partying with the rest of their guests after you and Bucky slipped away last night, and from the looks of it they were both nursing hangovers.
“When you said ‘come to the courthouse ASAP’ I kinda expected to be bailing you out.” Sam said with a yawn. “Did you get arrested again?”
“Not this time but I’m about to be served a life sentence.” Bucky said as he held your hand up. “We’re getting married, again, and want you two as our witnesses.”
“Oh shit, congratulations!” Sam bundled you both into a tight hug as Sarah echoed his surprise and happiness.
Bucky slipped out of the embrace after a few moments and laced his fingers with yours. “Come on, they only have a 15 minute slot for us.”
“So romantic, Buck.” Sam laughed and nudged you with his elbows. “Is this how he won you back?”
You glanced at Bucky’s sheepish look and gave his hand a squeeze. “He never lost me. And, considering how much we spent on the last one, I think this is just fine.”
“Well, let’s do this then.” Sam urged as he pushed everyone towards the steps. “Then we can get some breakfast to celebrate, I’m starving.”
One Year Later
For as long as Bucky could remember he had always questioned time, specifically his place in it. World War Two, The Winter Soldier, The Snap. So much time had been stolen from his life that he constantly wondered when it would run out. He never lived in the present, not even when he stopped fighting and settled down in the family home you purchased together not far from Sam in Delacroix. His mind was still thinking what comes next, until you had given him the answer in the form of a positive pregnancy test. It was as if his world shifted and the pieces of his soul that were scattered through time finally reconnected in the present. Bucky was going to be a father, a purpose he didn’t know he needed until he held the proof in his hands.
“You’re staring again.”
Bucky broke away from his trance to smile at you, the distraction only lasting a minute before he was back looking at his daughter asleep in his arms. She was so tiny that even after almost two months he still feared he would accidentally break her.
“Shh, she’s just gone back to sleep.” He whispered as he watched the rise and fall of her chest and caressed her smooth cheek with his thumb.
“Babe, she’s never going to get used to sleeping in her cot if you don’t put her in it.” You murmured quietly as you took a seat beside him on the couch, his free arm pulling you closer.
“She’s my princess and she needs daddy cuddles, I’m just giving her what she needs.” He reasoned as he caught her hand breaking free of his attempt at swaddling. “Can’t get this damn thing to stay tucked in.”
Taking the tail of the merino knit blanket you tucked it back in, securing her arms from her startle reflex. “There you go sweetie, no more escapes for you.”
A ghost of a memory flashed across Bucky’s eyes as he watched his daughter try to wriggle from the confines of the blanket and he rushed to free her before his chest could constrict any further.
“Bucky? Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked as he practically tore through the thin fibres of the blanket.
B’s eyes opened as she felt the cooler air rush in around her and her little legs kicked before she started to cry.
“I thought she might be getting too hot.” He stammered as he rose to his feet and began rocking her gently.
“Don’t lie to me, we have been through too much together for you to get away with that. Talk to me.”
“You’re overreacting.”
“No, I think that was what you did.” You countered as you stood up, turning him around to face you and pinning him with a look that warned him not to lie again.
His eyes turned down to his daughter, once again drifting off to sleep with his gentle movements. “I’m not comfortable restraining her.”
“Restraining? You mean swaddling?” You asked as you cupped his cheek. “Honey, swaddling is comforting for babies, it’s not controlling like what happened to you.”
He didn’t look convinced so you wrapped your arms around him tightly and just held him for a moment. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
His forehead crumpled in confusion. “No.”
“But I am holding you tight.”
“You’re hugging me…oh.”
He dropped his head with a chuckle before feeling his phone vibrate with a text message from Sam. “Shit, we better get going. I don’t thinkSam cares if we go, he just wants to steal our baby.”
“Because ladies love a man with a baby.” You giggled, placing a kiss on his confused face. “I know I do. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His heart stopping smirk returned as his ego quickly inflated. “Sexy huh, maybe while she’s with Uncle Sam we can sneak off down to the jetty again.”
You bit your lip at the reminder and felt a needy throb at your core.
“This isn’t going to work.” You said as you looked at your casual jeans and shirt. “I’m going to slip into something a little easier to access.”
His eyes darkened in an instant and his tongue wet his eager lips as you went to the bedroom. “You be good for Uncle Sam, baby girl. Daddy needs some time alone with Mommy.”
“Daddy would get more time with Mommy if he put you to sleep in your cot.” You said as you stepped out in a summer dress, enjoying how Bucky drank in the sight of you.
“I hate the idea of her being all alone.” He said before his eyes sparkled. “Maybe we could have another one, then they’ll always have each other.”
“Woah there, hold the phone.” You shook your head as you grabbed the diaper bag and keys. “My damn stitches have barely healed, you must be mad.”
“Madly in love, with you and our daughter and our family.”
You rolled your eyes and he laid the compliments on thick and teased your hip with his free hand. “Uh-uh, I love that you love being a father but this body needs a break before it makes another baby.”
He grinned even wider and pulled you closer to capture your lips. “But you want another one?”
“Yes, Bucky, I would like one that is actually planned.” You chuckled. “She was a wonderful surprise, but still a surprise.”
His eyes suddenly widened and he headed to the bedroom without a word, returning as he shoved a foil wrapper of a condom into the pocket of his jeans. “Almost forgot. Now we can go.”
“Glad you remembered to pack the essentials.” You teased as you checked there were plenty of supplies in the diaper bag, adding an extra diaper just in case.
“You know me, I’d take the chance.”
“Oh I know.” You laughed, pointing to the baby in his arm. “Proof is right there.”
“Hand her over.” Sam ordered as soon as you arrived. “I need some snuggles with my beautiful niece.”
“Good to see you Bucky, how’s it going?” Bucky mumbled to himself. “It’s going great Sam, thanks for asking.”
“Someone sounds like he needs a nap.” Sam babbled as he unbuckled your daughter from her pram and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “How you doing mama?”
“I’m good, lucky to have this guy at home.” You said as you stepped into Bucky’s side. “I don’t know what I would have done if he was still out on missions.”
“You’d be fine.” Sam said, punching Bucky gently on the shoulder. “He married a damn strong woman. No one else could put up with him, that’s for sure.”
Bucky rolled his eyes and draped his arm over your shoulder as he watched Sam retreat with his most prized possession.
“You want to follow him, don’t you.” You said softly as his back tensed beneath your hand. “Sam loves her, he won’t let anyone hurt her.”
“I know, it’s just,” he looked at his free hand hanging at his side, “I miss her when she’s not in my arms. I can’t protect her if I’m too far away.”
“That’s what makes you an amazing father but you have to trust the rest of us to keep her safe too.” You turned his face to you, breaking his stare from her and Sam. “How about we go for a walk to the jetty? Take your mind off this and when we get back you’ll find her safe and sound, I promise.”
He pulled away from your hands and saw nothing had changed in the moment he hadn’t been watching, there were no cries or drama. Nodding reluctantly, he let you lead the way along the path and through the trees to the jetty that hadn’t changed since you were last there a year ago to the day.
Pushing gently at his shoulder, Bucky took a seat and you sat down beside him, fingers intertwined. “I guess this is our second first anniversary, doll.”
You chuckled as you laid your head on his shoulders and enjoyed the tranquility surrounding you. “Happy anniversary, Bucky, it’s been our best year so far.”
Summary: Tired of watching from the sidelines you decide to join the Avengers and fall in love with Bucky. Warnings: 18+ only, violence, mind control, injuries, blood. WC: 2157
“If I were to tell you every Vampire lore created was false, would you believe me?”
Jimmy Woo laughed and dropped his pen back to the table so he could cross his arms. “Yeah, because it’s all fiction, of course you’d be correct.”
“Wrong.” You smirked, sitting back as comfortably as the restraints would allow. “Vampires are very real, and very intelligent. They crafted thousands of myths across every religion and culture you can think of, current and extinct. Every piece is as misleading as the next.”
“Say that you’re telling the truth, which I don’t believe you are, give me one good reason why they would go to all that effort?” Jimmy asked, his hands flying up in exasperation.
Your smile grew, a peek of sharp incisors glistening in the harsh fluorescent lights. “So you humans never realised we lived amongst you all along.”
You snapped the handcuffs with ease and rose to your feet, your enhanced vision helping you to see through the one way glass. “Fury, it’s time we spoke face to face.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” He said as his stoic figure disappeared from the window and the door opened a second later, Jimmy already making a quick exit with a pale face.
Nick Fury filled the doorway, not even bothering to close it since you could just punch your way through it. “Nice to finally meet you, Shadow was it?”
You knew he was phishing for your real name but you were not ready to disclose something that personal just yet. “That is what you may call me.”
“Okay then, Shadow, why did you come here today? In broad daylight I might add.”
“Sunlight doesn’t affect us and the business hours on the door are 9-5. It would have been rude to show up at midnight.” You teased as you took a seat and kicked your feet up on the table. “Sit.”
“I don’t take orders from you.” He countered, remaining fixed in his position by the door.
Your eyes flashed golden and he flinched as he heard your voice in his mind. “I can force the order upon you and I will, but I am trying to be nice here.”
Nick sauntered across the room and sat down, his expression murderous but you didn’t care. “Why did you come here?”
“I want to help you.”
Nick scoffed and shook his head. “I don’t believe that.”
“Believe what you will but I am more evolved than the humans you have working for you with gifts I am sure you can find ways to utilise.” You shrugged before dropping your feet to the ground and leaning forward. “I have lived in the shadows for centuries, countless wars and death, I have grown tired of observing.”
“How do I know I can trust you?” Nick asked, mirroring your pose as he judged your soul with his one eye.
“I have nothing to gain. My science is more advanced than anything you have in this facility and I have more wealth than I will ever need. What you want to know is whether the myth is true? Do I want to suck your blood?”
You couldn’t help laughing as you leant back in the chair and Nick grew impatient. “Well, do you?”
“God, no.” You rolled your eyes. “We call it blood-bonding, and it is a sacred act between lovers that links their minds together - for eternity. Not something I wish to have with you.”
Nick crossed his arms and withdrew into his mind as he thought of the possibilities. ”Can you bond with more than one person?”
“Why would you want to?”
Nick pursed his lips together before answering honestly. “Imagine an elite team of agents able to communicate without the use of technology that can fail.”
“No, you misunderstand.” You shook your head seriously. “To share a bond is to share a life, a piece of you lives within the other. You become a part of their consciousness, every thought or feeling, you feel too and it cannot be shut off. If one dies, so does the other.”
Two Years Later
“Alpha team in position.” Steve spoke quietly over the comms.
“Bravo team in position.” Bucky answered for you both as he surveyed the military base that had been captured by Hydra forces. It was almost time to converge on the base and Bucky pulled you into a hug, still afraid for your safety on missions even after all this time. “Ready, doll?”
You tiptoed to kiss his sweet lips before pulling away to nod. “See you on the other side.”
His hands locked on your waist and you gave him another reassuring nod as Steve ordered all teams to move in. You bent your knees and jumped as Bucky threw you with all his strength, the ground disappearing far below as you soared over the high brick walls to land gracefully on the rooftop of the main building. Sticking to the shadows the night provided, you leapt down to a balcony and broke the hinge off the door to slip inside.
The room was empty as you had expected and you could hear orders being shouted as an explosion sounded at the front gate, Sam providing a good distraction so the rest of you could scour the inside. A few gunshots sounded and you heard the spray of bullets from the floor below, your feet carrying you faster to the fray as you feared for your team members and Bucky especially.
“Teams, check in.” Steve ordered as the fighting increased.
The group sounded off their call signs and you waited to hear Bucky’s, silence dragging and your heart rate racing.
Your eyes glowed as you reached out with your mind, praying it were a faulty comms. “Bucky? Come on, babe, I need to hear you.”
His voice barely registered through the small device in your ear but it was there, just. You heard a painful groan that you would recognise anywhere and your mission was forgotten. You sprinted back to the balcony, diving over the rail and tucking into a roll as the ground rushed up to meet you.
“I’m coming, Bucky, hold on.”
“Shadow, where are you?” Steve asked and you cursed under your breath.
“Bucky’s hurt.”
“We need you in here.”
“Did you not hear me? Bucky’s hurt, Steve. Save yourself for a change.” You pulled the comm from your ear and crushed it beneath your foot before punching your fists into the brick wall to scale over it.
You ignored the sounds of fighting and of the animals in the bush around the base, finally hearing a groan as the metallic scent of blood filled your nostrils. You spun and raced along the treeline until all you could see and smell was blood, it pooled on the ground and sprayed across the ferns where Bucky lay.
“James!” You screamed as you skidded to his side, his blood quickly soaking your pants as you tried to stem the blood pouring from a blast to his side, fragments of the grenade peppered across his skin. “Fuck, stay with me, please.”
You regretted smashing the comms as you sent out a mental scream to everyone in your team begging them to help save Bucky, the order laced with power that they couldn’t refuse. You felt their resistance and you knew this would ruin the mission beyond repair but nothing mattered except saving Bucky.
His blood seeped through your fingers as you put pressure on the gaping wound and you watched with terror as his face began to pale to a sickly ashen shade. You could hear his heart beating weakly and his eyes fluttered open but failed to focus on you as he coughed, his lips turning red with blood droplets.
You couldn’t breathe as his chest shuddered, drowning in his own blood as it filled his lungs and you dropped your head to his as you begged forgiveness. You had seen him and Steve heal from some severe wounds with the help of the serum but none of them came close to this and you were sure he was dying.
“I’m sorry, James, but I can’t lose you.” You whispered in his ear before you pressed your lips to his erratic pulse. “I’m sorry.”
Your incisors pierced his skin and the taste of copper flooded your mouth along with a power you had never felt before. All of your senses enhanced even more and you heard your teammates making their way through the dense bush towards you and the halo of golden light that had replaced your irises. Needing to complete the bonding, you raised your wrist to your mouth and tore through the skin before pressing it to his lips.
“Come on, please work…please work…” You pleaded as you waited to see any sign of life, praying you were not too late. “I love you, don’t leave me.”
“What have you done?” Steve growled as he broke through the bushes and saw your chin dripping with the blood of his best friend.
Tears streamed down your cheeks as Steve pushed you away from Bucky’s seemingly lifeless body and you let him. You were numb as Bucky’s blood turned cold on your skin, the failure sinking in that you were too late. Pain burned in your chest and you rasped rattling breaths as you felt like you were drowning, the hurt sending you flat on your back as you tried to scream.
“Steve, something’s wrong with Shadow.” Sam called out as he watched your eyes flash from gold to blue.
Steve tore his tear filled eyes away from his best friend’s body and saw the brilliant hue that could only be compared to Bucky’s. Hope suddenly fluttered in his chest and he looked down at Bucky to see the punctures at his neck healed. Shoving his ruined jacket aside, Steve wiped a hand across Bucky’s bloodied stomach and saw the skin knitting itself back together.
“It’s working.” He stammered with disbelief. “She did it.”
It felt as if your stomach was on fire and your fingers clawed at the fabric covering your skin, expecting to see burn marks but there was nothing there. Next came visions, memories that didn’t belong to you and nausea rolled through you at the torture Bucky had endured. In all your long life you had never felt pain like this and you wondered how he had managed to even get out of bed in the mornings with the weight that he carried around. Then warmth flooded you, and felt his love chasing away the hurt.
The pain receded but you could still feel Bucky there, on the edge of your mind like a constant hum and you pulled yourself to your knees. It would take time to get used to the feeling of having someone in your mind for a change but you were grateful that you could feel him at all.
“Me too.” Bucky murmured as he pushed Steve away and limped over to you, dropping to his knees and pulling you into his arms. “I love you too, doll.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do.” You sobbed into his shoulder. “I couldn’t let you die.”
“It’s okay.” He promised as he cradled your face in his hands, the truth of his words echoed with his thoughts and feelings that you felt as if they were your own. “I don’t have to drink blood or anything now do I?”
“Of all the things you could ask…” You shook your head with a laugh. “No, but we should probably talk when we get back, about the changes you’ll notice.”
“What about the mission?” Bucky asked, suddenly noticing everyone else around. “Did we take the base back?”
“No.” Steve said through gritted teeth. “A surprise attack is off the cards now, they will be on high alert.”
“It’s my mess, let me fix it.” You volunteered as you rose to your feet.
“My mess.” Bucky said beside you. “I should have seen the tripwire.”
“This is a bad idea.” Steve groaned, but he still reached for his shield hanging on his back. “We move quickly and as a team. Shadow, no more going rogue.”
“You got it, Captain.”
Bucky looked at you sideways, knowing you would break rank in a heart beat for him, just as he would do the same for you. Your fingers laced together and he felt like an extension of yourself, your movements in perfect sync thanks to the bond. It was just another thing you would need to get used to, thankfully you had eternity for that.
“Ready, doll?”
His lips met yours with a hunger that was felt deep in your bones and you couldn’t wait to explore it further when you got back to the compound. For now, you used all your strength to pull away with the promise to pick it up later and nodded.
Summary: You interrogate the Winter Soldier when things take a turn for the worsebetter. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, oral (fem rec), unprotected sex WC: 1.1k
A/N: this is for @fluffyprettykitty ’s 1k celebration challenge, congratulations beautiful Selene!
His cold eyes followed you as you paced around the room and you cursed as he refused to answer your questions. Slamming your hands flat against the table you expected to see some sort of reaction but he stayed frozen. You would have said he was almost unfeeling if it wasn’t for the hint of smugness twitching at the corner of his ruby lips.
You took a deep breath and pulled the chair out opposite him, calming your thoughts as you sat down and laced your fingers together. “Where is the remote, soldier?”
The four concrete walls felt as if they were closing around you and the artificial light seemed to be swallowed by the dark corners. Tugging at your collar, a sheen of sweat beaded over your skin and you rushed to throw your leather jacket off before it clung to you like a second skin.
“The controller, where is it?” You growled as you rounded the corner of the table, unable to sit still like he so effortlessly did. “You are sworn to comply.”
“I am doing exactly as I was ordered.” His voice was hoarse and he swallowed deeply, the only outward sign he wasn’t as comfortable as he appeared.
Raising your boot, you kicked the table away from the Winter Soldier with an almighty clamour and tipped his chin back as you straddled his lap. Staring into those blue eyes you saw your wild reflection disappear into his blown pupils.
“Don’t make me beg.” You warned as you ran your hands through his hair and tugged the dark locks until his chin jutted up and his throat was bare to you. “I don’t like to beg.”
His breath hitched when you grazed your teeth over vulnerable throat and you chuckled to yourself as you felt his erection straining against his combat pants. “Just tell me where it is and you’ll be handsomely compensated.”
His lips pressed together tightly and he shook his head in your hold, his voice threatening to betray him if he opened his mouth. Sighing sadly, you hung your head, the sound melting into a moan as the vibrator filling your cunt increased its strength and you rolled your hips over your soldier’s. All too soon it was gone again and you were left balanced precariously on the edge of orgasm, disappointment filling your chest.
“Freightcar.” You whimpered, ceding the safeword as you reached your limit.
The Winter Soldier exhaled the shaky breath he had been holding and rose from the chair, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kicked the interrogation room door open and led the way to your room. The second he laid you on your bed he tore your uniform combat pants off and eased the silicone toy from your dripping pussy.
“I won.” He smirked as he stroked his fingers through your slick folds.
“Bite me.” You said with a pout, the same result as always.
“With pleasure.”
His teeth teased the soft skin of your inner thighs sending goosebumps across your skin before he sealed his lips around your needy clit.
“Please don’t tease me, please, Soldat.”
His blue eyes connected with yours as he licked and sucked you to the edge and a slither of panic crept in as you feared he would stop before you could reach your release. It was silly to fear it, you had used the safe word and the Winter Soldier was absolute when it came to rules and following orders. But that fear was still there and it only made your release that much more explosive when you finally reached it.
You cried out as your eyes rolled back and your vision was stolen by the flashing lights behind your eyelids that were screwed shut. Every muscle felt the tension release and they sagged with relief that you were finally cut from the puppet strings your Soldat had been pulling all day.
“I like it very much when you beg.” He informed you, as if you didn’t already know it, and crawled up your body to relieve you of your damp shirt. He paused as he knelt between your legs, taking a moment to pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor before unbuckling his pants and kicking them off. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
You nodded your head as his silver fist grasped his cock and stroked his length enticingly. Soldat shook his head with a smirk playing on his lips that still shimmered with your arousal. “You will have to try harder than that, moy kotenok.”
Your body ignited with a new wave of desire as he called you his kitten and you tried to pull him closer to you with your heels but he was immovable with his super strength. “Please, I need you to fuck me!”
His smile was wicked, the sly curve taking pleasure in your weakness, but he gave you what you needed.
“I quite liked this place.” You sighed as you lay with your head on Soldat’s chest, the steady rise and fall almost enough to fool you into thinking he was asleep. “It’s a shame we will have to move again soon.”
“As long as they don’t give me a new handler, I will go anywhere.” His quiet, gravelly voice was soft on your ears and he ran his fingertips gently over your skin before looking at the watch strapped to his wrist. “They will be back soon.”
Your pout did nothing to keep him as he pulled on his clothes and left, pausing at the door a moment to look back and you tilted your head as he looked like he wanted to say something. The look sent your tummy fluttering but in an instant it was gone as so was he, retreating back from your apartment to his room that was little more than a cell with a cubical bathroom. You wished there was a way he could stay with you, his handler, but your employers didn’t trust him nearly as much as you did. They only saw the man they had broken and forged into a formidable weapon
You curled into the space the Winter Soldier had filled, the blankets still warm, and closed your eyes as voices carried along the hall. There weren’t any alarms blaring or people shouting so you assumed he made it back to his room in time. If you were ever caught it would be the end of you, they needed the Winter Soldier but you were expendable, like your predecessor who tried to break the trigger words. They would wipe his mind and set him up with a new handler.
All you could do was hope they didn’t give the kill order to your Soldat, it would kill the part of him that still lived.
