Summary: Loki and Sigyn have known eachother since childhood. Tired of waiting, she gets engaged to another man, but Loki won’t accept it, and tricks Sigyn into marrying him instead. Married life is not bad, and for a long time they consider themselves happy. When the choices they make threaten with tearing them apart, an unbreakable bond and an everlasting promise could be the only things keeping them together.
Summary: Faith and Loki are fuck buddies. Someone who was there when no one else was. When Faith was sleeping with a married man who all of the sudden decided to grow a conscience right after his wife got pregnant with twins. When Loki was being cheated on by his fiancee only a couple of weeks before their wedding. It is a comfort thing and they were perfectly fine with it, why make it complicated with a baby? It’s ridiculous!
Rating: Mature Pairing: Loki/OFC - past Bucky/OFC Hospital!AU
Summary: Loki is capable of sweet talking his way into the bed chambers of anything with legs so successfully that you often wondered if his words were laced with magic. But after being yet another victim of his charm, you knew it was no magic, and only you were to blame for falling like an inexperienced pubescent girl into his trousers. You thought you could keep your heart out of it, but it doesn’t work like that. Is it too late to get out unscathed?
Catching up with your best friend after not seeing him for months is a must, and Tom always has time for you. Alcohol leads to oversharing, and oversharing leads to so much more.
There was a limit to how many women drooling all over your boyfriend you could stand. Especially when your boyfriend did absolutely nothing to stop them. But payback is more bitter than sweet.
It’s been months since the last time you saw him, when he ended up your relationship and left. Now he’s back, saying he made a mistake, and nothing is the same without you, but you aren’t sure you could ever truly forgive him for walking away so easily.
You’ve been dating Tom for a while. But what Tom doesn’t know is that you’re a vampire. As in an immortal, blood sucking, creature-of-the-night vampire. Vampires have been around for as long as society exists, and have been accepted as part of society in recent years. It has been rough, so you decided to keep your supernatural status to yourself. At least for now…
Thomas has left for war. There’s nothing for you to do, except wait. When he has failed to send letters for over a month, maybe your wait has been in vain.
Requested: Hello!! I have a smutty request if that’s okay. It would be with Bucky and the reader is a new recruit, quiet but a bad ass. Bucky is constantly flirting with her and after a few drinks he’s says something like “I would love to see you begging for me” and she responds “I’m more into pegging then begging”.
The world is much older than society thinks it is, and the old gods still inhabit it, hidden in a dimension invisible to humans. Now, they must come back before the world ends, to make things right. James “Bucky” Barnes is an archaeologist and archaeoastronomer, the last descendant in a very long line of blessed humans that carry the gods genetic material. His destiny is to find and breed with the chosen virgin that will give birth to the most powerful gods of them all. ……Whether you want to or not.
Bucky begged and pleaded for you to stay home. You said no. You couldn’t, and wouldn’t. It was your job after all, and if it was in your power to do anything to help, you were going to try.
The psychiatrist’s office is probably the worst place ever to meet someone. But it was where it happened. How did you go from there to have him buried between your legs it was another matter entirely.
It isn’t like Bucky to take you out to fancy dinners, or have champagne by candlelight. Or wear the suit he is wearing. He’s not one for romantic gestures at all! And the one time he does, it doesn’t exactly work as planned.
You are certain you love the man who will soon be your husband, right? What if maybe you’re not that sure? What if at least part of your heart belongs to someone else?
Stucky. Steve and Bucky find themselves in an undercover mission on a gay club. Playing pretend is all fun and games. And Bucky was one hell of an actor! Once the charade is over, Steve is left to deal with an uncomfortable realization.
It’s March 10th, it’s Bucky’s birthday, and you have a huge surprise prepared for him. But things don’t exactly go as planned. (And he’s a bit of an idiot).
Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader
Note;this is 10,000 words long! Hope you like it!
Warnings; Reader experiences self-consciousness in changing room, talks about self in a negative light, Reader has what resembles a panic attack, mentions of anxiety/stress, angst, swearing
The next morning, Natasha woke you up with coffee at around 10am. “Oh, it’s late,” you realised as you sipped at the coffee as she perched on the edge of your bed. Usually you’d be awake earlier than this but today was different.
“Yeah, I thought I’d let you sleep since you’ve had an emotional couple of days,” Nat said with a shrug, “Plus I heard you having a late night phone call…” She eyed you curiously. You didn’t know why you think you hide these things from her, she was Natasha bloody Romanoff; of course she would find out! She nudged your knee with her elbow, “Who was it?”
“Who do you think it was?”
“Bucky?”
“Steve.”
Her eyebrows rose. She really hadn’t been expecting that answer, “Go on.” You relayed the conversation from last night back to Natasha. If her eyebrows could be raised more, they’d be hitting the ceiling by now, “He wants you to talk to Bucky?!”
“That was my reaction!”
“Wow, he’s either really confident in your relationship or really fucking stupid… Are you gonna call Barnes?”
After thinking about it last night, you decided that you were going to give yourself some breathing room for a couple of days, just to process everything and to breathe. The last four weeks had been extremely intense and my god, all you wanted was to pretend things were normal again, at least for a few hours, “Not right away,” you shook your head, “I just need some time to breathe, Nat, you know?”
Nat knew how overwhelming this situation had been for you and she knew exactly what would help. She grinned behind her mug and you immediately knew that she had a plan, “Finish your coffee and then put a cute outfit on. We’re going shopping.”
“Fury told me to keep a low profile,” you said with a shake of your head.
She rolled her eyes, “So? I’m not scared of him. Hurry up.” She scampered off, probably to get dressed. Honestly a shopping trip with Nat sounded exactly like what you needed right now. Some retail therapy with your best friend sounded perfect so you did exactly as she told you to, you finished your coffee and put on a cute outfit.
Getting past what seemed like a million SHIELD agents was difficult, they asked so many questions and tried to keep sending an agent with you but with Natasha there to bullshit some excuse and to put them in their place, you were granted permission to leave your apartment complex. The fresh air on your face as you left the building gave you new life, it twirled into your hair and breathed cold in your lungs. You ignored Nat’s comment of ‘jeez, it’s like you’ve never been outside before’. It just felt good to be out, to not be reminded of Steve or Bucky every two seconds.
Nat let you pick the music and of course, of course, you had to put on some cheesy songs. The redhead couldn’t help but laugh as the Backstreet Boy’s ‘Everybody’ boomed through the speakers of her car, “Everybody, yeah, rock your body, yeah!” The two of you sang loudly without a care in the world. There’s something special in moments like this; being free with people you love, being free with your favourite people in the world. The two of you sang the whole way to the mall, singing loud and completely out of tune but laughing all the while. You’d probably always remember this moment, as you glanced over at her as she hit a high note, relishing in the way she smiled and the way she laughed. She was incredible.
“Nat,” you said turning the music down all of a sudden as she pulled into a parking space, “Thank you.” You couldn’t really find the words you wanted to say. You’d wanted to tell her so much, express so much gratitude towards her but all you could manage were those two words.
Nat knew. It was the same two words uttered in that very same tone when she thanked Clint for helping her out instead of killing her; it was the words of someone who was stuck being pulled out and helped along by a friend. She smiled, “You can thank me by buying me breakfast.”
The mall was pretty quiet which you appreciated, you couldn’t have coped had it been busy, you preferred it quiet. You let Nat lead you into a shop and immediately, you were just ambushed with colour, “Holy shit,” you whispered. Nat looked at you curiously, “I’ve been so wrapped up in everything that I forgot about colours,” you beamed, “They’re so bright and colourful!” You ran your hand over a rack of brightly coloured t-shirts, “I can’t even tell you what half of these colours even are!”
Natasha laughed at how excited you were getting. She could see you falling back into yourself; turning back into the old you, you from four weeks ago, “Colours are pretty incredible, aren’t they? Now you don’t have to message everyone asking if an outfit goes together!”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you pulled things off the racks and into your arms, “I feel one million times better already.” Nat smiled, “What’s your favourite colour?”
Natasha thought for a moment before answering, “This colour,” she said, pulling out a deep red dress, “Red.” You asked why, “I feel like I love it and hate it. It’s the colour of blood, reminding me of the people I killed, it’s also the colour of love; it reminds me of my mistakes and my weaknesses but reminds me of my heart and my kindness… Also it helps that red looks fucking great on me.”
“True.”
“What’s yours?”
“I like red too,” you said as your hands fell on a long sleeved blue t-shirt that resembled the first colour you saw, “but blue is my favourite.” Deepblue.Bucky’s blue. You didn’t tell her that though, you just left it at ‘blue’.
Nat picked out a couple of items for you, things that you didn’t think would be that flattering on you, but all she had to do was smile at you and you’d cave to her demands. She’d picked out a brown leather skirt for you that clung to your curves and a slightly oversized cardigan to wear with it. You stood in the changing room staring into the mirror, hands on your stomach trying to pull the fat up and out the way, trying to morph your appearance to look like the models… No use. You had a stomach which hung over and protruded. You sighed heavily. Being plus size was something you’d come to terms with, you liked it and you liked your body but there was something about standing in a changing room after thinking an outfit would look different on you and you try it on and you notice your bumps, lumps and rolls and you just feel… disappointed? In your childhood years of growing up plus size and thinking something would fit you different would usually end up with you crying in the changing rooms, something that you refused to do today but it didn’t mean you felt confident in everything you wore. You felt bad for feeling badly about yourself but insecurities crept up on you like that. You liked the outfit that Nat picked but you just wished that you liked it on you.
“You’ve been in there for ages, show me,” Nat said from the other side of the door, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“I…” you faltered, “I’m not going to get this one.”
She could tell that there was a twinge of something different in your voice, “There’s no one else out here, just me and you,” she said quietly, “I bet it’s not even half bad. Show me and maybe we can workshop it.”
Knowing that she wouldn’t give up until you showed her, you opened the changing room door. Nat grinned, “You look amazing!” She saw you roll your eyes and frowned, “I’m being serious. Look at the way it hugs your hips highlighting your waist looking like an hourglass up in here!” You turned back around to look in the mirror when she gasped, “And your ass! Perfection.”
“I hate the way it shows off my stomach,” you frowned, taking a deep breath in and sucking your stomach in, “Just… doesn’t look nice. It’s hard because I try so hard to be kind to myself and to love myself but sometimes… sometimes I just wished I looked like you.” It was true. Self-love was a journey that you’d be on for the rest of your life. There would be times you’d be content with your appearance and other times where you wouldn’t be. It was hard to say the least.
The redhead’s frown deepened, “You know, I have things that I don’t really like about myself all the time too.” Her voice was quieter and you could just tell that was being open and honest, “I used to really hate my scars, sometimes I still do. The shiny smooth ones are fine but some scars are fucking ugly, they stick out and they’re still pink even after years. Sometimes I’m like ‘fuck yeah these tell a story’ and other time I disgust myself… We’re constant works in progress and that’s okay.” You took a few seconds to soak in her words, “Just know that I think you look fucking incredible in this outfit and I know that a certain two other people would absolutely agree with me if they were here.” Would they? You thought to yourself as you looked in the mirror again. She was right, your ass looked great it in and the way it hugged your hips and waist looked great… “Why don’t you get it and try being kinder to yourself? If you really hate it in a week then you can take it back.”
“Okay,” you said with a nod, “I’ll take it and I’ll work on being a bit kinder to myself.” You weren’t 100% in love with it but stepping out of your comfort zone was the only way that you might gain some more confidence.
Nat grinned, pulling you in for a half hug, “You look amazing, you deserve to feel that way… Let’s go check out and then you can buy me breakfast because I am starving.”
Two days had passed since your shopping trip with Nat which meant it was four days since Steve had left your shared apartment. Not much had happened really. You’d been working on self-love and you kept the skirt even though you still weren’t absolutely sure yet. Steve had messaged you yesterday to check on you, the conversation was short and sweet pretty much checking in and that was it. You didn’t need more like the first night, you had accepted the ending of things and had accepted that you both needed some space. For now, that was okay. Having Natasha stay made a huge difference and you truly didn’t think you would’ve gotten through the last few days without her. Natasha had stayed for the last two nights, offering sarcastic advice, hugs and some crappy chick flicks.
You’d been sitting eating breakfast when she got a phone call from Fury to ask for her help on a mission that started immediately. She’d be on the mission with her two favourite guys (as she put it) and she was pretty happy about that, you’d smiled when you saw her face light up. “I love seeing you happy,” you told her as she grabbed her bag to pack it.
She smiled at you but after a second it turned sad, “I miss seeing you happy.”
“Right now,” you said, taking a long sip of coffee, “I’m happy. I have you, coffee and blankets. What more could I possibly need?” Humour could only mask your true feelings for a short breath of laughter before Nat grew serious.
“Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to call Steve or someone?” She frowned, wrinkling her forehead with worry lines.
You swatted the air with your hand, “Stop worrying about me. I’m going to have a day of self-care and I think… I think I might call Bucky.”
She blinked, “There’s a development.”
With a shrug, you said, “I can’t stop thinking about what Steve said. He told me it would be good to call Bucky, to clear the air and to talk about everything.”
“If you do, let me know how it goes.”
“You’ll be the first one to hear about it,” you laughed as she finished packing her things, “I hope your mission goes okay, you better text me in a couple days to let me know you’re all safe.”
“I will, I promise.” Nat wrapped you in a tight hug, unusual for her to be so affectionate but with you it was different, “Whatever happens, I support you and your decisions.” She pulled back, smiling, “I better hear all the details of this phone call and if it leads to anything else…” She waggled her eyebrows with a laugh making you roll your eyes.
“Get outta here, Romanoff. Go make out with your man instead.”
“Oh, my pleasure.” She turned before she left, “If you go out with Barnes, wear that skirt. Trust me.”
You spent the rest of the morning doing what you’d said you’d do (aka self-care) and trying not to think about the other thing you said you’d do (aka calling Bucky). You had showered, washed your hair, done a face mask, dried your hair and even cleaned the kitchen top to bottom. All of this was to avoid calling a certain dark haired super solider. You’d been forcing him out of your thoughts all morning, feeling a pit of guilt in your stomach. You knew that Steve wanted you to do this, you knew that you wanted to do this but still it made you feel terrible.
With a sigh, you decided that it was now or never. You wanted to fix things with Steve so you were going to call Bucky and prove to yourself that there was nothing there, that you wanted Steve more. Once you’d done that, life could return to how it used to be when you lived a life without colour. Tapping your foot nervously, you scrolled through your contacts and pressed on ‘Bucky’, hesitating to lift it to your ear. As it rang, you held your breath, anxiously waiting.
He picked up on the second ring, “(y/n)?” Without even meaning to you visibly relaxed upon hearing his voice, “I didn’t think I’d be hearing from you again.” He couldn’t contain his surprise. After the hospital, he really genuinely believed that he wouldn’t see or hear from you again. Steve had reached out again to apologise and to check up but Bucky didn’t think you’d be calling him. Bucky was used to people just shutting him down so he thought that’s what you were doing and he had made peace with it. So when he saw your name pop up on his phone, he was rather taken back.
“Bucky…” You didn’t know what to say. To be honest, you hadn’t planned out what you were going to say. All you knew was that you were going to phone him but you had no idea what you were actually going to say.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah… no…” You rubbed your hand against your face in anguish, almost wishing you hadn’t called him.
“Which one is it?” He teased.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you told him, “I ended things with Steve.” He had to know, this was the whole point of this. You had to get to tell Bucky and get to know him more, get your head sorted out.
“Oh.” There was a long pause before he spoke again, you waited with bated breath, “How… How are you?”
“Confused,” you said with a frown, “Really fucking confused.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, (y/n).” He meant it. He really was sorry to hear that you and Steve had broken up. He couldn’t imagine that It would be a particularly nice feeling to go through so he felt for the two of you, “Can I ask what happened?”
“Can you come break me out of Fort Knox and I’ll tell you over a cup of coffee?” What am I doing?! Did I just ask Bucky Barnes to take me on a coffee date?! Your heart hammered in your chest as you waited for his response.
Bucky gave a breath of surprised laughter, “I, uh, sure. Yeah, my pleasure. I’ll be there shortly, okay?”
“Yeah, thanks Buck.” You hung up, smiling despite yourself, “Oh fuck!” You realised, almost dropping your phone, “What do I wear?!”
Rushing to the bedroom to dig through your closet, you tried to ignore the bubble of nerves that was forming in your stomach. This needed to happen; it was the only way forwards so you’d need to get through the uncomfortableness and just talk to the man. Those three weeks with him, you became something more than strangers and that meant something to you so you knew that you could open up and be honest with Bucky. If he didn’t reciprocate or if you didn’t feel it then that would be settled and you could move on. If he did reciprocate and you felt more for him then… you’d cross that bridge if you had to but right now, you focused on just getting through the day. You remembered what Natasha had said and you looked to your bed where the skirt and oversized cardigan were. Closing your eyes, you mentally gave yourself a talking to before putting the skirt and cardigan on. When you looked in the mirror, a part of you wanted to immediately take it off but after having a rather lovely few days with your best friend, you decided to listen to her and ignore yourself. You would wear the skirt and the cardigan and that would be that. You’d put some tights and boots on with it, a jacket and that would be the outfit complete. Natasha had assured you that Bucky (and Steve) would love this outfit, you were interested to see if he did love it as much as she predicted. You’d styled your hair earlier but gave it one last brush through to make sure it was okay and it was then you realised that you weren’t just nervous to see and tell Bucky what you needed to tell him… No, you were nervous for him to see you, for him to tell you his side of things… You were nervous about what he was going to say and how he was going to react.
Before you could really get anxious about what was going to happen, you heard a knock but it wasn’t from your front door. Peering out of your bedroom, you realised that it was coming from the living room window where you could see a metal arm knocking at your window with Bucky crouching and looking in. “Unbelievable,” you whispered as you laughed and shook your head. You rushed over to the window, laughing as you pulled it upwards, “What the hell?”
“You wanted me to rescue you from Fort Knox, aka your apartment complex, and I gotta tell you, I don’t feel like a million agents questioning where we’re going and what we’re gonna do,” Bucky said with a shrug, “so I climbed up your fire escape.”
“You realise that there’s no way I’m getting down there. The bottom floor’s ladder’s been broke for months and it’s a story drop down. No way. We’ll go through the agents.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, “You forgetting that I’m a super solider?”
“So?”
“Soit means I can jump and land without any injury. I’ll carry you, c’mon.” He stuck his arms through the window but you leapt backwards.
“No way!” You swatted his hands away, “Barnes, most people pretend to not notice when I mention it but I’m heavier than your average woman in New York City. I’m not tiny and light, I’m fat and heavy. I’ll go through the agents, you can jump.”
Bucky had to admit, the way you were and how you acted was a breath of fresh air. He stifled a laugh, “I don’t give a damn about your weight, (y/n),” he said, raising an eyebrow, “Finest woman in all of New York. Now will you just let me carry you down? I have super strength but even without it I’d still be able to carry you. Have you seen my muscles?” He flexed though through his leather jacket you couldn’t see his muscles but you could see the bulge in the material. God forgive me.
You were a little taken aback by not only his bantering but what he said about you. Finest woman in all of New York. Was he flirting with you? Didn’t matter if he was because you were notabout to be lifted by him, no way. Bucky frowned, seeing something behind your eyes change, “(y/n)?”
“I… I hate when people lift me. Always makes me terrified they’ll comment on my weight.” Your mind flashed back to when you were younger with a boy you fancied the hell out of and he’d went to give you a piggyback ride when he started making all sorts of comments about how heavy you were and how much you weighed and telling you to go on a diet. It hurt you more than you expected it too and even now, totally comfortable with your size and happy with yourself; it still affected you. When you’re a kid, those things stick and you weren’t sure if they’d ever become unstuck.
Bucky’s face softened, “You can go that way if you want but I promise you, I’m not going to drop you. I promise I can take your weight, it’s nothing to me, I assure you. I promise I also won’t comment on your weight or anything like that. We’ll jump down, I’ll let you go and I’ll drive us some place.” After a moment’s consideration, you nodded, “Yeah?” Bucky asked, a smile slowly forming on his lips, “You trust me?” Again, you nodded.
Carefully, he helped you climb out of the window and cleared his throat as you stood in front of him, “How do you want to do this? Piggyback or..?” He reached his arms out, suggesting that he just pick you up. You shrugged and Bucky took this as a sign to just go for it. In one swift, smooth motion, he’d crouched, put his hand under your knees and the other on your back and easily swept you off of your feet.
Shocked, you let out a string of curse words, grabbing onto him tightly and hiding your face in his chest, “You need to warn me first!” You exclaimed, voice muffled by his chest.
Bucky laughed, shaking your head against him, “That was much more fun. Let’s go.” You held on tight and Bucky gave you one last gentle reminder, “I’ve got you, you’re okay.” You appreciated that he had been so gentle with you, easing you into it but not forceful in the slightest. You were also impressed with how easily he could pick you up. You took a long breath, secretly enjoying the smell of his cologne and the feeling of his toned chest pressed against your face. You’d almost forgotten about what was about to happen until you felt the wind flying through your hair and your stomach dropped at the sensation of you falling. Without realising, you let out a high pitched yelp, gripping onto him tighter and within a second, you felt the impact of him landing on solid ground.
“See?” He said, “Not so bad!”
Slowly, you released your grip on his shoulder, looking up at him and shaking your head, “Never again.” He had to admit, he enjoyed holding you like this. He enjoyed the closeness of the two of you, enjoyed the way you hid in his chest, the way as he jumped he got a whiff of your perfume, hints of fruits and florals was a smell that almost intoxicated him. The way you looked up at him was something that made him smile.
You realised that the pair of you were just staring up at each other not saying anything and not doing anything. You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment, and Bucky nodded curtly before bending and putting you back on your feet. “Over here,” he said gruffly as he led you to his car.
It was awkward as he drove. As you glanced over at him you couldn’t help but be taken back to around four weeks ago when he was taking you away from your picture perfect life and driving into the unknown. So much had changed in that short space of time. Your hands fidgeted with the sleeves of your cardigan, Bucky noticed and shifted in his seat, “Anywhere you wanna go in particular?” He asked after a few minutes, “Or do you just want me to pick?”
“Wherever,” you said with a small smile, “you pick.”
Once again silence fell. Closing your eyes, you leant your head against the headrest and just let yourself get lost in your thoughts for a bit. Your thoughts kept bouncing back to the words he’d said, ‘Finest woman in all of New York’, you wondered if he meant it. Bucky glanced over at you and he instantly knew that you were deep in thought. Bucky observed a lot more than he said usually. He knew that you were thinking by the way your brow furrowed and you gnawed at your bottom lip, a habit he saw you do when living in the safe house. He turned his attention back onto the road.
“Did you mean it?” You blurted out, catching him by surprise, “What you said?”
“Uh, what did I say? Jog an old man’s memory.”
“When I was talking about my weight and you said, ‘finest woman in all of New York’, was that about me? Did you mean that?”
It took everything in Bucky to hide his smile and to focus on staring ahead at the road. Inside, he was throwing a party in his head. Something he’d said stuck with you, it struck a chord with you, it had you thinkingabouthim. Bucky loved to know that you were stuck in thought, mulling over his words from ten minutes ago. He loved that you were thinking about him. He’d stopped denying his feelings for you to himself, there was no point in hiding them anyway since the whole world could practically tell just by looking at him when he was near you. He knew that what he felt for you ran deep and true. He wasn’t sure if you had feelings for him but hearing you ask him if a compliment he paid you ten minutes prior was truthful, it sparked some hope in Bucky’s heart that maybe you thought about him just as much as he thought about you.
He nodded, glancing over at you to find that you looked absolutely mortified as you waited for his answer. You were scared of what he would say, if he didn’t mean it then you’d feel like an absolute idiot for doing this, “Yeah,” he said, eyes scanning over you as his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lower lip, “and I meant it. Hell, I’d go so far to say you’re the finest woman in the world.” He turned back to the road but his attention was on you. He watched you from the corner of his eye, watched as your jaw dropped open, watched as your cheeks tinged pink and the way your eyes widened. Hope had never burned like this inside of him.
“Okay,” you murmured quietly, “good.”
He wasn’t finished, “And don’t get me started on your outfit,” he said with a slight chuckle, “It suits you so well, hugs you in all the right places… You look gorgeous, doll.”
Fuck.Fuck.
You couldn’t hide the smile that tugged your lips upwards and you could barely control your racing heart. Bucky could practically feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, he smiled, “I… Thank you,” you said quietly, unsure of what to say or how to react; all you could do was smile like a lovesick schoolgirl.
Once again, silence encapsulated the two of you but it’s not awkward or uncomfortable, it’s pleasant which is a weird change of pace but not a bad change. It’s not long before Bucky’s parking the car and you both climb out. You know that you’re downtown but you’re not exactly sure where you are. As you get of the car, Bucky appears in front of you, “We can grab some coffee and walk around?” He suggests, “I know some nice places we can walk through.”
Bucky leads you through the car park and after a few minutes of walking, you come across a street vendor, “Ah! Bucky!” The vendor, a middle aged Italian man, grins, clapping Bucky on the shoulder, “Usual?”
“Make it two, Antonio, thanks.” Bucky turns to you, “Best coffee in New York City right here.”
“Who is this?” The man called ‘Antonio’ asks with a knowing smile as he prepares the coffee.
Bucky rolls his eyes, “This is my friend. (y/n).”
“Friend, hm,” Antonio smirks, “Pleasure to meet you, (y/n).”
“You too,” you say with a small smile, feeling a little awkward.
It doesn’t take long before Antonio is handing you and Bucky a coffee, “Try it,” he encourages. Bucky laughs at him, murmuring an apology for his intense Italian coffee vendor friend.
You take a sip and immediately take another, “This is so good!” You gape, “It’s so rich and creamy and I need more.” You take another long drag.
Antonio smiles, satisfied with your answer, “She’s a keeper, Bucky,” he teases, “See? I have the best coffee in New York. You’re always welcome to come back for more! This man does.” He gestures to Bucky who hands him ten bucks and tells him to keep the change, “Don’t be strangers!”
“This really is so good,” you say as you and Bucky walk away from the vendor, “How’d you find out about it?”
Bucky takes a sip of his coffee before answering, “I asked him for directions and he enticed me with his world class coffee. I go there most days to get more coffee from him actually.” You walk together and your hyper aware that your elbow keeps bumping into his. Even though the two of you have jackets on, knowing that no skin is touching, it sends your mind and heart into a frenzy. Holy shit, what is going on with me?! Calm down, (y/n)! Bucky notices it too. He notices that your elbows keep bumping with every four to six steps, he even counted the steps. He breathes deeply through his nose knowing that he’s doomed; he’s too far gone and he knows it. All he can do is hope that you’re right there with him.
“Back in the 30s this was just a flat bit of land,” he says after a few minutes gesturing over to an area which is now home to skyscrapers, “The fair used to come to town every summer. I remember going on the Ferris Wheel with Steve,” the mention of his name doesn’t send a zap of guilt through you, it’s nice actually, nice to know that you can mention him. It’s not like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, it’s comfortable knowing you can talk about your now ex-boyfriend without it being too weird, “he was so skinny I thought he was gonna just slip right out from under the metal bar. He was having a great time.”
“But you weren’t?”
He grimaced, “Was sick as soon as I got off it. I dunno, heights have never been my thing.” He pushes the memories of falling off of the train away, he doesn’t need to talk about that today. He’s alive and he’s here with you not in an awful memory.
“Must be pretty weird seeing the city change so much, remembering how it was to looking at how it is now.” You’d had a similar conversation with Steve about a week into your relationship. Steve missed how it was, he always did.
“Eh, it’s not so bad anymore,” he shrugged, “It’s a reminder to me that change is necessary.” Steve spoke about the past like it was an old friend. Bucky spoke about the past like it was a stranger, like it was something he was trying to outrun, “I don’t like to dwell on the past too much, only the good stuff.” You completely understand. From what you’ve heard from Steve about Bucky’s Winter Solider days, it sounded completely horrific and you understood completely why he’d want to run from the past. He was always trying to outrun his past in a society that constantly reminded him of his past.
It’s not long before the two of you walk through a public park and find a bench to sit on. It reminds you of a couple of weeks ago, sitting on the bench at the duck pond. Bucky thinks the same, “A lot’s happened in four weeks, huh?” He asks quietly.
You scoff, “You can say that again.” You pause before continuing, “I wouldn’t say it’s all been bad though. I mean getting kidnapped and having to move to a different country with a stranger and then having to nearly kill a guy was pretty rough…” The two of you let out a quiet laugh over your shared trauma, “but yeah…” your knees graze against each other’s, “it wasn’t all bad.”
Bucky’s eyes are staring at you so intensely and you feel your breath catching in your throat. There’s your secret favourite colour, the first colour you ever saw, Bucky Barnes’s eyes. You want to kiss him, you want him to kiss you but not here. He wants to kiss you, god the pull is so fucking strong and he doesn’t know if he can restrain himself this time. That is until you announce, “I want to go.” What the fuck, (y/n)? Your announcement shocks the pair of you. You close your eyes and shake your head as Bucky immediately recoils, peeling away from you, “I-I… I need to talk to you but not here.” You look around and then back to him, “I want to keep hanging out though I didn’t mean that-”
He cuts over your nervous rambling, “Where do you want to go? Back to your apartment?”
Quickly, you shake your head, “No, it’s…” Full of memories with Steve, “got a million SHIELD agents surrounding it and I’d rather not.” Half-truth, “Can we go to yours?”
Bucky feels a bubble of what feels like nervousness build in his stomach but he’s always been good at repressing shit so he pushes it down, stamps on it mentally until he can’t feel it anymore. He nods, “Sure, let’s go.” He’s colder, not icy but just a little colder. You’d offended him, you realise, as you walk back to his car, dumping your empty coffee cup in a trash can. Well, shit.
The drive to his apartment is silent and you’re mentally scolding yourself for how you’d reacted. You’d panicked and it was the first thing out of your mouth, it came out before you could think about it. You hoped that you could explain yourself back at Bucky’s apartment. Bucky’s not mad at you, hell he’s not even offended, but that bubble of nerves that he tried to stamp away is back and it’s bigger and it’s growing.
Truth is that Bucky’s terrified. No one, not even Steve, had been inside Bucky’s apartment. When Steve came over the other day, Bucky kept him at the front door before moving to the bar across the street. No one had been in Bucky’s apartment and it terrified him that you were about to see it. Showing you his apartment made Bucky feel vulnerable, made him feel weak and he didn’t like that. He wasn’t used to feeling vulnerable, it was an unnatural feeling that he hadn’t felt in decades… Though, he realises, if he was going to feel vulnerable with anyone it would be with you.
The drive back doesn’t take long and before you know it, he’s pulled into the apartment carpark. Quietly, you take a long breath, trying to calm down your racing heartbeat. You’re only going to his apartment to tell him why you and Steve broke up, it’s not like anything is going to happen… You’re nervous but you’re hopeful that once you’re in Bucky’s apartment your nerves will die down.
Neither of you speak as you leave the car and head into the apartment complex. He leads you to the elevator and your foot taps impatiently as you ride up to his apartment floor (he lives on the fifth floor you learn). Bucky’s too busy dealing with his own nerves to realise that you’re shit scared as well. The elevator dings and the doors slide open and Bucky takes a breath, “Let’s go.” It’s the first two words uttered in twenty minutes and you barely notice.
You follow him along the hallway until he stops outside of a door with the number 532 on it. He takes his keys out of his pockets and unlocks the door. He opens it and holds it open for you to go in first. Once you’re in, he shuts the door behind you, twisting the lock, and flicks on the light switch. His shoulders are tense as he looks to you for your reaction.
Bucky’s apartment is… bare. His kitchen is at the front and beyond that is his living room which has a small sofa, one dining chair and a small side table – you take a few steps into the living room, eyes falling to one item in particular, “You kept the blanket.” Your voice is a mere whisper. On the floor to the left of the couch is a makeshift bed much like the one you’d seen Bucky sleep in during your time in Estonia. You glance at him, almost teary eyed, “You kept the blanket,” you repeat, voice a little louder so that he can hear you.
He frowns, crinkling his forehead, as he tries to figure out your reaction and how you feel. You’re in awe, staring at him in complete awe and he’s not used to it; he’s never had someone look at him like that, “Yeah,” he nods, voice quiet, “It reminds me of you. Helps bring me back down after a nightmare.” The atmosphere shifts.
Oh, Bucky.
You didn’t say anything, you didn’t really know how to respond so instead you sat on the couch. Bucky shrugged off his leather jacket exposing his arms to you, one normal and one metal. He was fucking buff.You couldn’t help but notice the way his chest flexed as he draped his jacket over the singular dining chair. The way he looked at you, so expectedly and waiting for you to tell him what you needed to tell him, stressed you out. Fidgeting with your fingers, your heart beats hard inside your ribcage. How were you supposed to start this conversation? Your mind was racing with one hundred different thoughts. What am I supposed to say? What if he reacts badly? Instead of just starting at the beginning, your anxiety got the best of you and you blurted out, “Why don’t you sleep in the bedroom?”
Bucky knew that you were nervous, he was nervous too but he could sense your uneasiness, your inability to communicate your thoughts effectively; he could read you pretty easy and this whole blurting out things abruptly was just your nerves. He raised his eyebrows as he fought the urge to laugh at the abruptness. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. He cleared his throat, “I, uh, you can go into the bedroom, it’s got a wardrobe and a mattress on the floor. I tried sleeping on the mattress a few times but being in there, being away from the front door… I get paranoid that someone’s going to barge into my apartment. If I’m sleeping here, on the floor in the living room, I mean it’s not a pretty set up but if anything was to happen, I’m right here.” You understood. That first night back in yours and Steve’s apartment was tense, you’d had your eyes on the bedroom door almost the whole time. You understood why he’d set his apartment up this way.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to…”
“Word vomit,” Bucky mused, a hint of a smile on his lips.
“Yeah,” you said with a small laugh, “exactly.”
“Since you asked a question, I get to ask one now,” he said as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, “What happened between you and Steve?”
Even though you knew exactly what he was going to ask and yet it still feel like he’d knocked the wind right out of your sails. You decided to just be honest with him, the truth would come out eventually and although in the moment you were terrified to tell him, you knew it was better to be honest, “After the meeting with Fury after hearing and seeing the way Steve reacted to you and how explosive he got… Steve’s just not like that, you know better than anyone that Steve is usually so calm and collected about everything and seeing that… It scared me.”
“He scared you?” Bucky asked with a frown.
“I mean… yeah? Not him, I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me but I thought that he was going to hurt you.” Bucky had to admit that hearing you say that you were worried about him, it was pretty damn sweet, “I…” You took a breath as you tried to control your racing heart, “Even though I know that you and Steve are fine, I know that he apologised and your friendship is okay now but it… He was annoyed at you over me, you both fought because of me and I couldn’t- I can’t risk breaking up your friendship.”
Bucky shook his head quickly, “What happened with me and Steve it was nothing. I don’t think anything could split us up.”
“I just couldn’t but… it wasn’t the only reason I ended things with him.” Bucky’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he waited for you to continue. He felt that unfamiliar feeling of hope in his stomach as you spoke, “Before we met, I was so happy with my life with Steve. I could easily see myself marrying him and spending the rest of my life with him, you know?” Bucky nodded. It hurt him to hear you say that but he understood, he knew how serious yours and Steve’s relationship was.
“Has that changed?”
“… Yeah, it has.” You shifted in your seat finding it too difficult to look Bucky in the eye so instead you focused your attention to your fidgeting hands, “We got closer in Estonia, didn’t we?” Closer meaning that I fell in love with you…
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“And there’s no point in denying it since we can now see colour. We’re soulmates, Bucky, and that means something.” He licked his lips, watching your every move. He drank in the way you looked right now, speaking from the heart though absolutely terrified, he loved the honesty that poured out of yourself right now, “I can’t speak for you, I don’t know how you feel but… ugh.” You rubbed your face annoyed that you couldn’t find the right words, “Let me start again. Before we left for Estonia, Steve gave me a letter.”
You were too busy trying to explain the situation to Bucky that you never realised his expression changing. A look of shock and realisation transformed Bucky’s face, raising his eyebrows and parting his lips ever so slightly, “A letter?” He asked. You nodded, “What was the letter about?” He knew. He knew but he needed you to say it. He hadn’t realised at the time that the letter is what you carried out to the car after HYDRA broke into the safe house, he hadn’t realised it was a letter from Steve.
“Steve had told me to only open the letter if…” You felt sick. You couldn’t say it, the words just wouldn’t come out of your mouth.
It was your turn to be shocked when Bucky took his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a creased and crumpled envelope, “He told you to open the letter if you developed feelings… for me.” Raising your head, you finally looked at him. What the fuck? You noticed the letter in his hand and he continued, “Yeah, Steve gave me one too. He told me to open it if I… if I developed feelings for you.”
You stared at the letter in his hands, trying to figure out this curveball, and then you realised something else. The letter, albeit crumpled and creased having being folded and crushed inside his wallet, was torn open at the top, “It’s-It’s open.”What does that mean? You knew what that meant but honestly, you didn’t believe it. Steve hadn’t told you that he’d also written a letter for Bucky. You wondered what his letter said, what things Steve would talk about in Bucky’s letter.
Bucky looked at it, remembering exactly when he opened it and remembering the relief and comfort those words held for him, “Yeah, it’s open… What about yours?” Part of him doesn’t want to know in fear of rejection but when you nod and tell him that you opened your letter as well, the relief that floods through him is insane. The hope that he’s been trying to ignore all day burns bright and makes him shift in his seat. What did it all mean now? It was pretty clear and yet neither of you could fully comprehend it. You’d both just told the other that you had feelings for them, though never using those words but you’d both just admitted it and now… now you had no clue what to do.
You felt sick. The stress and the nerves of it all was just too much for you. You took a long breath to try and calm yourself down. It was Bucky who spoke next, “So… you ended things with Steve because of the fight me and him had and because…”
“Because I have feelings for you.” There it was. The admission made you stand up and run your hands over your face, “Wow, it’s hot in here.” You felt as though the air was sucked out of the room, like the panic you’d felt all day was consuming you and taking over your entire body and being. As your breathing increased, Bucky could tell that he had to do something, he had to calm you down before you had some sort of attack. As you flapped your hands in a motion to cool down, Bucky stood and walked to you.
“Hey,” he said softly catching your wrist gently, “you’re okay, just breathe… You’re going to be okay, (y/n).” His hold on your wrist moved down until he was holding your hand, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You stared at it, finding that it provided enough of a distraction to focus on him, “Copy my breathing,” he said, purposefully breathing deeper for you to copy him.
“I-I can’t…” The panic surged, filling you to the brim with dread and anxiety.
“Yes, you can,” Bucky said, voice strong, “You’ve done it before, you can do it now. Focus on me, focus on my voice and my breathing. You’re safe here, (y/n), you’re safe with me.” Bucky lifted your free hand and put it on his chest, “Feel me, feel my breathing.” This had been the second time this scenario had happened and each time, Bucky’s composure remained strong and comforting. He never buckled under the stress or never made you feel like you were alone. He was there with you, in it with you just as much as you were in it. Focusing on the way his chest moved slowly, you tried your hardest to do the same. After a few deep breaths, the panic began to clear and everything began to slow. He continued to give you soft reassurance until it was five minutes later and you were completely calm.
You really didn’t know where to go from here. The two of you were still standing in the middle of his apartment, one hand holding his and one hand on his chest, “Are you alright?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah,” you whispered, “just… It’s just a lot of emotions… Thank you.” Part of you wanted to pull away but there was a burning desire deep within you now that you’d finally accepted the truth.
The room shifted again as Bucky realised that you hadn’t pulled away. Now or never, he thought to himself, “I ignored my feelings for you for a while before I accepted them. It was the night that I read The Hobbit to you and you fell asleep, snoring and drooling in my bed, that I really admitted to myself that I didn’t just have feelings for you but… (y/n),” he used his thumb to tilt your head upwards so that you were looking into those ridiculously blue eyes, “I’m in love with you.” In that moment, all of the fear, the worry, the panic, the anxiety, the stress and the overwhelming emotions faded. Everything negative faded and all you could do was stare up at him and stare into those deep blue eyes. Bucky moved forwards, closing the gap between the two of you, pressing against your body. This was it. The way he looked at you made your stomach flip with excitement. Your hand that was on his chest moved round to hold his bicep as your eyes moved from his eyes to his lips. The desire to kiss him was stronger than anything you’d ever felt. Every single nerve in your body, every atom and every single part of you could feel the pull, could feel that soulmate pull that everyone always told you about.
Bucky’s touch was light and delicate on your cheek. He hadn’t touched a person in this way in decades, hadn’t felt the gentle touch of someone else in decades and it took everything in him to have some self-control and to not lose control here and now, “Can I… kiss you?” He breathed out as he cupped your cheek with so much care. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your lips. His thumb reached over, touching your lips, gently parting them before he raised his eyes to meet yours. You couldn’t speak, the words just weren’t coming, so all you did was nod and slowly, so painfully slowly, Bucky began to lean down towards your lips.
It was then that your phone, which was in your jacket pocket, began to ring loudly. Immediately, you and Bucky jumped apart getting a fright from the harshness of the ringtone. With your cheeks feeling like they were on fire, you turned away from Bucky and took out your phone seeing the one name you dreaded seeing ‘Incoming call from: Steve’. Pressing the green button, you held the phone up to your ear, “Steve,” you said trying to pretend to be happy despite the guilt and the shame felt like it was eating you alive, “Everything okay?” At the mention of Steve’s name, Bucky let out a long sigh, rubbing a hand over his face and through your hair. So close.
“Yeah,” Steve said from the other end of the phone, “I just got a phone call from Agent Hill, she said that some SHIELD agents went up to the apartment to check on you but got no answer so they went in to check you were okay but you’re not there. They said that you hadn’t passed them so before they started a man-hunt, I suggested calling you to check. Where are you?”
“I…” You didn’t want to lie but at the same time you didn’t want to tell Steve the truth. You didn’t want to hurt him but you and Steve had came to a conclusion to be honest and truthful with each other so even with the risk of hurting him you decided that the truth would be better, “I’m okay. Nat left this morning and I needed out of the apartment so I called Bucky.” You glanced over your shoulder to see Bucky watching you, you shared an awkward small smile.
“Oh.” It didn’t hurt Steve as much as he thought it would, he had been preparing himself for this since telling you to reach out to Bucky, “How’d you get out of the apartment though?”
“He… We jumped.”
“You jumped?” Steve asked astounded, “Wow okay. I’m sorry for interrupting, I just needed to check before they sent a search party around New York. Where are you just now?”
You closed your eyes, “At Bucky’s apartment but, uh, I should probably be leaving soon.” You were glad that he couldn’t see you and that you had your back to him. Bucky audibly sighed and you felt like curling into a ball and hiding forever. You didn’t really want to leave, you had wanted Bucky so strongly and so completely but after talking to Steve, you didn’t really feel comfortable with staying at Bucky’s any longer. Bucky felt like the hope he’d had earlier, the hope that burned so big and so bright had been crushed and stamped on until there was nothing left of it. He wanted to tell you to stay, wanted to hang up the phone and kiss you. Deep down he felt that if you kissed him, you’d realise how deep and true your feelings were but he couldn’t. He couldn’t force you to stay, couldn’t force you to get over Steve and pick him, he had to let you make your own decision so he just let it be.
“You need me to get an agent to pick you up or will Bucky drive you home?” Steve asked. You knew that if you asked Bucky to drive you home of course he’d say yes but right now, you didn’t know how comfortable that car ride would be so you accepted Steve’s offer of asking sending an agent to pick you up. Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, everything was falling apart; all of his hopes were being washed away and replaced by disappointment.
Steve told you that he’d get an agent to come over and that they’d be there shortly before you both hung up. Slowly, god so painfully slowly, you turned to face Bucky, “That was Steve,” you said even though Bucky knew that, “Apparently SHIELD were about to send out a search party all for me… Steve’s going to send an agent to pick me up.”
Bucky nodded, “I would’ve driven you home.”
“I know, I just…” You trailed off unsure of what to say next, “I should probably wait downstairs for him.”
“Hey,” Bucky said softly, catching your wrist again. He didn’t want you to go but he knew why you were leaving so he thought he would try to salvage some sort of moment. You didn’t know why but tears filled your eyes as you turned to face him. Your mind was racing and you just didn’t know what to do. You had almost kissed Bucky, you’d been so close and you’d completely forgotten about Steve and then… you remembered and the guilt was ten times worse than it ever had been, “Hey,” Bucky whispers as he tries to wrap you in a hug, “What’s going on?”
Shrugging out of his gentle grip, you shake your head quickly, “I… I- We can’t do this, Bucky.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s too complicated,” you whimpered as tears dribbled down your cheeks, “It’s all just too much.”
“Oh.” Once again, you couldn’t look at him. If you looked at him you’d end up staying and right now, you didn’t know what you wanted or what to do. All you knew is that you needed to go back to your apartment and just be away from Steve and Bucky, “Why are you doing this?” Bucky asked and it completely broke your heart, “We were finally getting somewhere.”
“I’m just…” You didn’t know how to answer his question, you didn’t know how to deal with his emotions, “We just can’t do this, Bucky.”
“No, no, not we,” you could tell by his slightly bitter tone that he was angry. Rightfully so, you’d wasted his time, you’d led him on today for no good reason, “You can’t do this.” He was right, it wasn’t Bucky’s fault that you couldn’t do this, it was your own fault. You were the one pulling the plug on this relationship before it even started.
“Yeah you’re right,” you sniffed, “I can’t do this.”
Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Run back to him,” he said with venom dripping from his voice, “Run back to Steve.”
“I-I’m not going back to Steve. I just… I just can’t do this.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Bucky’s demeanour had changed completely. He was good at shutting off emotionally, turning cold and distant when things were going poorly and that’s exactly what was happening here. He couldn’t show you his true feelings, he was too proud of beg you to stay, so he shut you out. He would rather you hated him than he show you himself being vulnerable again after having you reject him. Your phone chimed, signalling that you’d received a text, “That’ll be your ride.”
“Bucky, I’m really sorry…” You opened the door, refusing to look at him.
“Yeah, whatever,” he repeated. There was nothing else you could say so you stepped out and let the door swing shut behind you. As you walked down the hall, you could only stay strong until you got into the elevator before you broke down, sobbing into your hands. You’d fucked everything up. Waves of guilt washed over you; guilt over Steve, guilt over Bucky… It was horrible. You managed to pull yourself together a little bit before getting in the agent’s car.
Bucky ran his hands through his hand letting out an annoyed yell before slamming his hands onto the kitchen counter. He was angry. God, he was so angry. He hated that he’d almost had you, you were right there and then as soon as Steve called… you were gone. It was ironic. In the 30s, Bucky was always first and then Steve was second best but now? Now it felt like he was second best and he hated it. Bucky wanted you, he wanted to be with you and he had been so close and then you pulled away from him and there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t do anything but watch as you pulled away and back into the arms of Steve. He’d confessed his true feelings for you, he’d told you how deeply he felt about you and you’d been so close to doing the same.
With a long sigh, Bucky thought that maybe New York wasn’t the place for him any longer… maybe leaving Wakanda was a bad choice. If he’d stayed, he wouldn’t have met you but he wouldn’t have caused all of this drama and you and Steve would be happy. He didn’t like seeing you so stressed, anxious and confused with the whole situation so maybe it would be better if Bucky decided for you. Maybe it would be better if he took himself out of the equation completely. Maybe it was time for him to leave.
A/N: Sorry I kept you guys waiting, I needed a little break to get back on track and catch up with some other projects (real and fandom!). Thank you for your patience, hope you enjoy it!
Silence had been exactly what he wanted, so why was it more deafening than any of your silly TV shows or your energetic playlists. Bucky wallowed in it, lying on the sofa and the floor of the living area, bathing in the deep silence that was your absence. He watered your plants and watched them perk up slowly, he fluffed the cushions and folded the blanket on the sofa and stared at the middle distance.
Now that he had quiet he wasn’t sure what to do with it. The nagging voices in his head crept back in, the voice that told him he would always be the Winter Soldier, the voice that made him shrink away from his new friends. He had wondered on the first day where the voice had gone that said he was worthy of love, of comfort and softness in his life, that made him laugh and showed him joy. That night he woke in a sweat, hearing the voice again, lilting and sweet, but not the disembodied omniscient consciousness he’d expected. He’d seen you in his dreams, dressed in lilac and smelling like lavender, a cup of steaming tea left on the counter for him - Goodnight Barnes X.
He lit his candle and tried to sleep again, but it didn’t work. Briefly, he contemplated sleeping in your room, but that seemed intrusive. What if he took one of your candles? Surely you wouldn’t object to that, or if he used one of your tea bags? He shuffled around in the dark, falling asleep holding his pillow close, stolen lavender spray applied liberally over his bed.
To distract himself he hit the gym, but, without you to tease, it was boring. Walking around the block attracted attention, and it just wasn’t as good watching shows without your commentary. He missed the little noises you made at plot reveals and twists, he especially missed the way you lifted his arm to hide against his chest when something was scary. Not only did you feel perfect slotted against his side, but he knew he was lucky to see you that vulnerable, with your guard down for once, he hadn’t even seen you flinch before.
Walking the vast corridors of the tower was by far the most entertaining thing Bucky found to do. By the second day, he found himself wandering for hours. The R&D lab was interesting and Tony let him sit stoically against the wall watching. Wanda had decorated outside of her apartment with a very odd gold frame around the peep hole, but she did a lot of things he didn’t understand. He learnt the most by listening to the junior agents talk while he sat in the gallery above the gym.
Mostly they prattled on about some shit Tony had said or which Avenger they thought was the most attractive - that had been an eye opener -, but by day three he found himself with favourites, routing for the underdog in training sessions, spotting who was being excluded and making a mental note to seek them out later.
It was after one of the induction sessions that he ran into Dovich, a steady recruit who did well in his training but appeared cold with most of his colleagues. Bucky could remember seeing him around with a few of the female agents, although the gossip hadn’t extended to his interpersonal relationships yet. Mostly everyone else seemed afraid of him, which peaked Bucky’s interest in all the wrong ways.
He’d only been able to speak to him, alone, once in the small kitchen next to the gym, and the whole interaction had Bucky on pins. Firstly, he’d made far too many references to you and the girls trip away. All the other agents had been told it really was just a party and you’d hand picked a tight knit group of female agents to take with you, a believable friendship group. So why had Dovich asked so many questions?
Then he’d made an odd reference to your injury. To Bucky’s knowledge you’d never interacted with the man, but he seemed keen to offer his sympathy. He played the conversation again in his head to try and pinpoint the moment his skin had started to prickle.
“Terrible what happened to Agent Timber, hope she’s okay.”
“She’ll be fine.” Bucky hadn’t wanted to talk about you too much, it seemed like an intimate thing to say to someone.
“Well I hope whoever did it gets what’s coming to her.”
Her.
That’s what was odd. Normally people said ‘them’ or he wouldn’t have been surprised by ‘he’, judging by the gender ratios of their own agents and particularly the agents they ended up fighting.
Her. Why did he say her?
That’s how he found himself waiting for the man early in the morning on the fourth day you were gone.
Following at a safe distance, Bucky watched as Dovich slunk down the hall away from the observation gallery, tucking himself behind a pillar and one of many large pot plants. Bucky stopped, pressing his back to the wall and slowing his breathing so he could hear better.
“She still keeps to the routine then, that’ll make things easier…no, no more meetings…no, nothing’s left the armoury…well I wouldn’t know about that would I?! … Yes I’ll be quiet…they’re still here, don’t suspect a thing, it was close last time though, are you sure your leg is healed?” Dovich walked away, calling a lift and taking his conversation with him.
Bucky stifled his breathing further, hadn’t you shot someone in the leg at Tony’s cabin? He thought back to the recruits he’d seen training but no one seemed to have an injury. Dovich’s conversion sounded more like the other person was away from the tower, passing on observations to him. Routine. Armoury. Who’s still there?
She keeps to a routine, still. Wanda and Natasha lived on some sort of 36 hour clock, eating and sleeping at odd times, Maria was organised too. But they were all still in the building. That left you and Sharon. Sharon was officially on leave, unofficially she was keeping an eye on you. Could they have worked that out? No, because Sharon’s routine would be different at the motel, keeping night shifts while you slept.
That left you. For all the other recruits knew you really were at a bachelorette for one of the younger agents, and you probably were sticking to your general daily routine, but that meant isolating yourself if you went to bed or out for a walk.
She still keeps to the routine
It was you.
Which meant the person he was talking to was with you. Fuck. And the woman who’d been able to overpower him was there too, albeit with an apparently healed gunshot wound.
“FRIDAY?“ Bucky turned his face up to the ceiling impulsivly.
"Good morning, Sergeant Barnes, how can I help you?"
"Can I have the mission details for Agent Timber’s current assignment?"
"Sorry, Sergeant Barnes, that’s classified information.” She did sound like she wanted to give him the information though, he could almost imagine a real person, chewing their finger nails, hand hovering over a paper file. It would be a hell of a lot easier if she was a real person.
Instead he turned his frustration away from her imagined presence in the ceiling and toward something inanimate. “Fuck.” He smacked his palm on the mirrored surface outside of the lifts, a hairline fracture appearing between his fingers. “Fuck, sorry FRIDAY."
Bucky let his head rest over the growing crack, attempting the deep breathing that Doctor Raynor was always making him practice.
"Sergeant Barnes?” the AI asked, “Can I make a suggestion?"
"Uhm - yes?” Bucky wasn’t sure how much the AI understood of the world, but he’d seen enough people interact with her and confide in her that a suggestion could actually be helpful.
“Captain Rogers has access to the mission details. If you wanted to ask him about it, that would be his decision."
"FRIDAY! You are incredible, has anyone told you that?” Bucky almost broke the buttons in the lift hammering the one for Steve and Sam’s floor.
“On occasion.” How she made her response sound like a smile was behind his comprehension.
After a few floors a thought occurred to him,“Are they in? Steve. Sam. Are they in?” His heart was hammering in his chest, his right palm sweaty.
“Yes, both Captain Rogers and Special Agent Wilson are home, Sergeant Barnes."
"Good good, can you call me Bucky? This Sergeant stuff is weird.” He continued to pace restlessly, fidgeting with his hands, FRIDAY made an affirmative noise.
He thought about trying to call you, even though you’d argued the last time you spoke. Would you pick up? “Can you try and call Agent Timber for me?"
"I’m sorry, Bucky, her phone is currently not accepting calls.” Of course, you’d be asleep and your phone would be off for another - he checked his watch - hour at least. Could he call Sharon?
The doors opened, revealing Steve and Sam’s door and then the Captain himself.
“FRIDAY said you were coming to - hey - woah!” Bucky rushed passed him into the neat apartment and then dragged him in behind him, checking the hall before shutting the door and sliding the bolt across.
“Steve, Steve, you have to get her back.” He gripped Steve’s shoulders tightly. “Call them all back, you have to, she’s in danger.”
Steve circled his arms to break away from Bucky’s bruising grasp. “We’ve been through this, Buck, she’s perfectly capable. She saved your ass didn’t she? Leave her alone.” He sighed.
“Steve!” He grabbed at him again, even as Steve dodged backwards, hands up.
“Look, I’ll get you moved to the first new apartment, okay? Just let her do this mission on her own.” Frantic, Bucky moved around the kitchen island looking for any sign of paperwork or mission documents, opening and closing drawers.
“What’s going on?” Sam asked, wiping sleep from his eyes.
“Sam, you’ve got to help me. Timber’s in danger, they’re all in danger.” Bucky implored.
“God, it’s too early for this Bucky, what’s going on.”
“Sam.“ He held his arms still. "I need your help.”
Something flashed behind Sam’s eyes, something akin to understanding. Bucky would rather walk around a table than ask him to pass the ketchup, so whatever had him riled must be serious.
“Okay, Buck, okay, let’s-” He gestured away from the kitchen.
Steve followed him to the living area and pushed his shoulders until he sat into the deep sofa. “Slow down, tell us.”
“Timber’s in danger-”
“We got that bit, why?”
Bucky described his covert surveillance of Dovich, his suspicious following the trip to Tony’s cabin and the routine that you kept, a routine that kept you alone a lot of the time. As he grew more frantic he waved his arms, standing again and marching in circles around the rug.
“So let’s go.” He tipped his thumb towards the door but neither of the other men followed.
“We have to be careful, we don’t know who else is in on this.” Steve patted the sofa but Bucky refused to sit.
“What are we going to dothough?”
“Steve and I will pull the agent manifest, try and get a reading on who this person is. When Sharon makes her call in an hour we’ll let her know of your suspicions. It’s been four days and she isn’t hurt yet so we don’t know if this is just surveillance.”
“Or if they’re going to kill her.” Bucky growled. “What if they’re HYDRA? We don’t know who they work for, but they clearly have serum. At least one of them is far too fucking strong.”
“Look, I’m worried about her too.” Sam held his hands up.
“Not like me.”
“We are, we’re her friends and we care about her, we have a duty of care to all those field agents as well so what we’re going to do is -”
“Not. Like. Me. You can stay here and look at your papers and wait for her to be hurt, but not me.”
Bucky turned sharply on his heel and headed for the door.
“Sergeant.” Steve barked. “You will notpursue this alone.”
Defiantly, Bucky stood facing the door, grinding his teeth, both hands curled into tight fists.
"That’s an order. Do not leave this tower."
“With all due respect, Captain.” He spat, eyes never leaving the white metal in front of him. “You’ll have to stop me.”
Bucky went straight for the apartment, swapping his jeans and t-shirt for his tactical gear and arranging all of the guns and knives he was supposed to leave in the armoury in the various holsters across his body.
"FRIDAY, keep trying Timber’s phone please."
Ring ring. Beep.
The phone rang and beeped over and over as he made his way back into the hall, hitting the call button himself, worried about being overheard. How would he get there?
Ring ring. Beep.
Motorbike would be faster than a car, but if you were hurt how would he get you to safety?
Ring Ring. Beep.
Car then, but that would take at least two hours.
Ring ring. Ring ring.
He stilled. Waiting for the beep that never came.
"Timber?"
"Jamie!” You were breathless, something strained in your voice, panicked.
“You’ve got to leave, go, now!"
The line went silent and then the sickening crunch of something hard hitting bone.
"Jamie!” Your scream reverberated around the hall from his phone, the call ended abruptly half way through another strangled groan.
That decided it, the helicopter.
Bucky took the stairs as fast as he could, wrenching the lock off the door to the helipad when it resisted. The helicopter was easy to break into, muscle memory taking over from a place he didn’t want to think about. All he could picture was your face, smiling and playful, then contorted, screaming, the sound echoing in his mind as he started the blades.
Steve burst into the sunlight, followed closely by Sam, but they could only watch as Bucky took off, banking sharply in the direction of the lake house.
Summary: You and Bucky spend the day, and night, together.
Warnings: 18+, language, sexual content (if you’ve been waiting for smut, it’s now), p in v, unprotected sex, kind of rough, pussy slapping, pet names, dirty talk, cum marking.
After breakfast you had to go for a medical and psych evaluation, leaving Bucky alone in the apartment.
He kissed your cheek as you left, promising to still be there when you got back. He was worried about you, you’d complained that your head was still full of wool, confused and fuzzy, but both doctors said it was very normal. The painkillers would clear and then your normal therapy sessions would have you feeling better soon.
Bucky was pleased to find you’d had FRIDAY send him a message as soon as you were done, letting him know you were on your way home. Home. You’d called the apartment home last night too, something neither of you had thought of until that moment.
He hurried to set up the living room the way you always did in the evening, dimming the lights, lighting candles and getting FRIDAY’s help to pick a relaxing playlist from your collection.
By the time he heard the tell-tale click of the lock, the apartment was warm and full of the smell of food and the quiet music drifting through the living room.
“How did it go?"
"Oh, alright, I guess. Just need some rest."
He kissed the side of your head, as chastely as he had in the morning, nervous to take it any further, "Good, because food is ready. You just need to get comfortable."
Without warning, he picked you up and sat you down at one of the high stools around the counter, surprised by the little noise you let out at the action. Maybe he’d gone too far, did you not want him touching you?
Then you giggled and lent your head against his shoulder letting out an impressed whistle.
"Sorry, sweetheart, I mean - is it too much? I don’t actually know how to cook, so I thought I’d better get lots of sides and then I made mac and cheese, they didn’t have the ingredients I needed at the store and-” He rambled, his ears pink and bottom lip pinched between his teeth.
“No, it’s perfect, Jamie, thank you.” He glowed, stepping back into your space and running his hands up your thighs while you watched him, eyes twinkling. You tipped your head up, brushing your lips against his until he kissed you back, his tongue darting out to taste you, pulling back before you could deepen it, capturing your quiet sigh with one last press of his lips.
“Good, because I have a lot of making up to do and I intend to start tonight. I’ve been a shitty roommate and a horrible team mate. You’ve been nothing but kind and friendly, I - I’m ashamed. Honestly. I’m ashamed."
He watched you carefully, your shoulders sagging under the weight of the day before you lifted your head. "Thank you for apologising, I’m sorry if I annoyed you, before. I know I can be a lot."
"No, no, you’re not a lot. This is your home and you can enjoy it, even if I’m an asshole. I don’t know how to- how to- live with someone. Especially not someone so full of…” Bucky struggled for the word. “Sunshine. I’m not used to it all the time."
"I can tone it down."
"No!” Bucky snapped, then repeated himself softly. “No, please don’t. I like it and I want you to be happy, really.”
“Thank you, for apologising. You were mean but then, I got mean too and that isn’t the way to deal with this stuff.”
“Think we can do better in the future?"
"Definitely."
The two of you ate in companionable silence, rather than the awkward, terse silence you’d endured a few weeks before.
"That was actually really good.” The last slice of garlic bread was calling to you, so you snatched it up quickly, humming in satisfaction.
“You just want more food.” He teased and you laughed, but nodded all the same Bucky pointed at the fridge, distracting you and reaching over and scooping out the last of your macaroni from your bowl.
“Hey!” You hit his fork with your own and he dodged, dropping half back into your bowl but finishing anything he could get his fork into. “You’re a rude bastard, you know that? Make me dinner and then steal it for yourself?” You poked him in the side.
“I need sustenance. You know I’m a super soldier right?” His grin turned cheeky, his eyes lighting up. This was what he’d enjoyed before, the only new person in his life who wasn’t always flinching away or looking at him with puppy dog eyes.
“No, I didn’t know. No one’s ever mentioned it before. Does that gives you dibs on my food?"
"Makes me very…” He looked you up and down, biting his lip, “hungry.”
“What if I’m hungry too?” You licked your lips, meeting his fiery gaze with your own and he faltered, nervous.
“Then I would say, top shelf.”
“What?"
"I got tiramisu.” He stumbled over his words, chastising himself for losing his cool. Since when was he frightened of women flirting with him?
Breaking the tension you squealed and jumped down from your stool.
“I love tiramisu!"
"I know, you gonna serve it?"
Dancing over to the fridge you tossed your napkin back at him. "You can take the man out of the forties.” You joked, rolling your eyes.
You pulled the tray down and heaped two generous servings into glass bowls and slid one over the counter.
Soon you’d finish your dessert too and then…would you leave? Go back to your room? Isn’t that what he had done to you, and worse, only last week? You ate slowly, waiting for him to speak first.
“You wanna watch TV? They have an 80s movie collection on Netflix, thought I’d catch up,” he suggested, “I’ll let you laugh at me when I don’t get the references."
"Sure.” You seemed delighted, nodding enthusiastically and bursting into a lecture on the best 80s movies while Bucky led the way to the living room. You picked up one of the many cushions and, getting comfortable, curled up at the other end of the sofa, tucking a blanket around your feet.
Bucky spread himself out over the coffee table, feet up and legs parted.
He looked over at you and pulled your feet until they were in his lap too, spreading the blanket back over you both.
“Comfy?"
"Comfy. Thanks. Jamie."
A warm burst of happiness filled Bucky’s chest, light filling up each dark shadow in the corners of his mind. Would he ever get over how that sounded, your voice rounding out the soft vowels of Jamie, melting on your tongue like candy floss. It would always be as sweet to him.
"No problem.” He rubbed his thumb across your instep, warm vibranium fingers inched their way higher and then back down, until he settled on your ankle, watching you lick the back of your spoon in a daze while you scrolled through the movies.
Together you watched Ghostbusters, which made Bucky howl with laughter, and Dirty Dancing which, to your surprise, Bucky also enjoyed.
“We could do that lift,” he said, apropos of nothing while tidying your glasses and plates away, “if you wanted.”
“You’d drop me!"
"You think I’d let you fall?” Bucky crept up behind you, one warm arm circled your waist, the other holding your hand and encouraging you to turn in his arms, a slow waltz across the kitchen floor. “I’d never let you fall.” He felt you shiver as his words ghosted over your cheek.
The waltz ended outside of your bedroom doors, leaving you both awkward and over aware of yourselves.
“I should go to bed,” you whispered, not letting go of his hand, your body still held against his.
“Me too."
"Why does this feel like a date?” The atmosphere between you broke, replaced with awkward laughter and a tighter hold on his hand.
“Why don’t we just say goodnight. And that’s it?"
"Good idea, goodnight."
"Goodnight.” He dropped your hand and took a step back to his own room.
“Jamie?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for dinner.”
Bucky beamed back. “Anytime, sweetheart."
He closed his bedroom door behind him and slid down the cold wood to sit on the floor and berate himself before he got ready for bed. Why didn’t he kiss you, when you looked so inviting and warm? Why did he have to get so shy?! It was the perfect moment, like this morning, full of desire and familiarity.
His head thunked against the door, his thoughts still on you, but drifting to all the times he’d heard you call him Jamie before, when he hadn’t understood.
His sweatpants suddenly felt very tight and uncomfortable. Would he hear you again tonight? Now that you knew he could hear you? His cock twitched at the thought and he scrambled onto his bed, just in case. Listening carefully, he held his breath, but it sounded like you were getting under the covers, you said goodnight to FRIDAY and the rhythmic sound of your nighttime playlist filtered in.
Disappointed, he sighed and turned the lights off too.
He woke to your gasps entering his subconscious, something far away dragging him out of the confusing images that swirled through his dreams.
You cried out again, the mournful sound echoing through the apartment. He couldn’t just lie there, not anymore. He’d heard your nightmares before, seen the sheen of sweat across your brow and, even though he hadn’t been able to truly help, he wanted to be with you.
The door swung open, your deep breaths and gasps filled the darkness as Bucky’s eyes adjusted to the light, helped by your open blinds, the blinking lights of so many high rises and towers taking up almost a whole wall of the room.
He’d expected to see you curled in on yourself, as you had been in the hotel the first time he met you. Or at least clutching your blankets, arms rigid like your night on the sofa.
But you were flat on your back, legs parted and sheets pushed down past your bare belly and between your legs. Bunched together you pushed your hands down and rolled your body, panting and moaning.
Jamie
He couldn’t take it any longer. After your next moan he climbed onto the bed, holding your arm and shaking you gently.
"Timber?"
You smiled in your sleep, reaching out for him. "Jamie?” Your voice was sleep roughened, confused, but wanting, thick with desire.
“I’m here, I’m here.” He pulled you into his arms, tangling your legs together so that your bed warm body fit against his chest like a puzzle piece.
“Hmm, glad you’re here.” You pressed messy kisses into his shoulder and chest, wherever your sleepy mind took you, your body curling around his.
Bucky took the opportunity to run his hands across your waist, your back, cupping your hip and holding you closer, feeling you and discovering your body in the darkness.
“You dreaming, sweetheart?” He kissed the words into your neck, nosing behind your ear to feel you giggle and squirm against his hold.
“Must be, you’re here,” you sighed.
“You’re going soft on me.”
You shut him up with a kiss, full of the desperation and need that had been building between you for weeks. Anger and frustration biting at each other’s lips, understanding sliding over his tongue, claiming your kisses for himself.
His hands moved slowly over your body, feeling each curve, each bump, his fingers dipping into your soft hips and belly, pushing up under your pyjama top and cupping your breasts.
“Jamie.” You keened against his lips, so sweet and low, bumping your nose against his. “Please.”
Your legs, wrapped around his, moved higher over his waist and pressed your damp panties against his growing cock. A deep moan escaped his chest making you writhe against him harder, his hands guiding you. He hadn’t been this hard since he first heard you, all those weeks ago, crying out a name that held so much jealousy and now so much desire.
Silently, you sat up, pulling your shirt over your head and freeing your pebbled nipples, running your hands up Bucky’s bare chest, knocking against his dog tags, silver grasped tightly, pulling him to you. Bucky rolled a pert nipple between metal fingers, relishing in your gasps, the involuntary hitch of your hips and your joyous smile, illuminated by the flashing lights of the New York skyline.
“Barnes!”
He chuckled, “I told you not to call me that.” Playfully, he rolled you both until you were pinned beneath him, his hands twined with yours, pinned above your head, he spread your thighs with his own.
“Jamie.” He bent to kiss you again, your chest pressed against his, your knees squeezing his sides.
“I think you should tell me about this dream.” He insisted, earning a mischievous grin and a tug on the short hair at the nape of his neck.
“Oh!Jamie!“You keened as he rolled his hips against you, the cotton of his pyjamas creating the perfect friction against your clit.
"Hmmm, I heard that part.” Bucky moved down your neck, making a note of each hitch in your breath, each minute movement of your body and cataloguing the exact spots to kiss, nibble, lick to elicit each response.
“I thought - fuck- I thought you would."
"Was I making you feel good, making you call out my name.” He licked across your collarbone, kissing up your neck, tweaking your nipple at the same time.
“Who said it was you?” You bit back, sucking at his bottom lip until he growled.
“She did.” He reached between you, slapping you through your drenched panties. “So don’t lie, I know it was me making you wet, making you cry for me in your sleep.” He thrust against you again, his cock achingly hard, leaving it’s own wet patch on his boxer briefs.
“Yes,yes, God dammit! But you were a lot less annoying!” Your legs moved under him, your hips lifting, grinding. He was losing control, there was only so much of his own teasing he could enjoy before it became endurance, holding himself back from taking you.
With another wanton moan, his resilience cracked, tearing the last of your clothes from your body.
Shocked, you looked up at him, your eyes clouded with desire, bottom lip tugged between your teeth and pushed until you both rolled over, he kept his hands at your waist, helping you to situate yourself back over his cock.
Your hands slid up his chest, sweat slicked and flushed, until you reached his shoulders. He watched you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you above him, eyes hooded and breaths shallow.
Bucky only hesitated for a moment more before he thrust up, sheathing himself, feeling you clench around him before he had even moved. Your eyes rolled back, staying upright only because of his tight grip. Fuck. He’d forgotten just how good it felt to actually have sex, to watch your pretty face go slack because of him, to feel you around him and knowing he had put the dopey, blissfull smile on your face and he wanted to savour it this time.
“God - I - fuck.” You panted, dropping your chin to your chest, pulsing at the sight of you joined together.
“Fuck, yes, sweetheart.” He moaned, giving an experimental trust upwards, relishing the already cock drunk expression on your face and the perfect squeeze of your body.
“Jamie, I need, fuck, I need -” you begged, practically mewling in your desperation, words lost to a haze of lust.
The feeling wasn’t lost on Bucky either, feeling drunk for the first time in decades, he pulled you down for a messy kiss.
“Whatever you want, it’s yours, take it, it’s yours” he chanted, moving your hands onto his chest, letting you press down to help you move.
No girl had ever put her hands on him like this during sex, pinching and squeezing, exploring his body as much as he wanted to explore hers. But you, you were something else, you gave as much pleasure as you demanded. Rolling his nipples between your thumb and finger, feeling his pecs and shoulders, panting into his mouth. With every thrust you met the movement halfway, smiling into your kisses and swallowing Bucky’s own uninhibited moans greedily.
He changed the tempo, swapping needy, shallow, rutting for deep, firm strokes. Your hands moved higher and higher with each snap of his hips, one ending up over his shoulder, planted firmly in the pillow next to his head, while the other sat loosely at the base of his neck. His own hands moved you forwards, changing the angle of his thrusts and finding your spot.
“Jamie! You keened, "I - I - I need-”
Blissfully Bucky tipped his head back, “Anything, sweetheart, it’s yours, fuck.” You clenched around him and he fucked up erratically. “You feel so - so fuckin’ good on my cock, Jesus, take it, it’s yours, fuckin’ show me it’s yours."
"Mine.” Your hand tightened then relaxed with every precise thrust, your thumb brushing the scruff at his chin.
He held you tight, helping you keep bouncing even when he felt your legs going weak.
“C'mon, sweetheart, I gotta feel you cum on my cock, fuck-” you dropped your weight onto him, grinding against him, your arousal dripping down his length making each movement sound obscene.
“Fuck, Jamie!” He brushed his thumb against your clit, feeling you flutter around him as you came undone above him, going rigid and then limp in his arms. As soon as he felt your convulsions stop he rolled you onto your back, chasing his own climax.
Fucked out and pliant you felt heavenly around him, drawing him in and continuing to roll against him, whimpering and sighing.
Each movement built electricity inside of him until he couldn’t contain it any longer, holding back enough to stutter “Sweetheart - I - I’m gonna-” before he pulled back, exploding and spilling over his hand, marking your legs and stomach with his release.
Bucky fell to the bed next to you, drawing ragged breaths and wiping his hand on the sheets.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He groaned.
“Yeah, fuck.” You laughed, settling back into his arms.
Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?
Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?
It’s finally all posted!! I loved writing this series and I am just so proud of myself for having a complete series! If you read it please let me know your thoughts!!
Pairing:Bucky Barnes/Reader Summary: Bucky has you back in his arms and he refuses to allow anyone else to be able to lay a claim on you. Word Count: 2608 Warnings:swear words, cheesy writing A/N: Alright y'all, this is it, the last chapter!! This is the first series I have ever finished and I am super proud! I thought of this idea a little over a year ago and I actually managed to write the whole thing and I hope you all have enjoyed it!! If you would want to see more from these two, I have an idea to maybe accept drabble requests for it but I haven’t decided, so let me know if that is something you’d like!
“Come on, we need to get you out of these clothes.” Bucky finally said standing up and pulling you up with him.
You nodded and let him lead you back to his cabin, you were going to make a witty joke about him trying to get you out of your clothes but you were shaking uncontrollable, the cold feeling as though it had soaked through your bones.
You tried to get the buttons undone on your own but your fingers weren’t cooperating with you.
“Here I got it,” Bucky said softly, pushing you hands out of the way as he took to getting them off. You couldn’t help but chuckle, through your chattering teeth, as he struggled with the buttons as well. “Do you like this dress?” “Not really,” You shook your head. Within moments, Bucky had the top layered ripped off, you heard buttons hitting the floor, which only made you chuckle more.
Pairing:Bucky Barnes/Reader Summary: Bucky has you back in his arms and he refuses to allow anyone else to be able to lay a claim on you. Word Count: 2608 Warnings:swear words, cheesy writing A/N: Alright y'all, this is it, the last chapter!! This is the first series I have ever finished and I am super proud! I thought of this idea a little over a year ago and I actually managed to write the whole thing and I hope you all have enjoyed it!! If you would want to see more from these two, I have an idea to maybe accept drabble requests for it but I haven’t decided, so let me know if that is something you’d like!
“Come on, we need to get you out of these clothes.” Bucky finally said standing up and pulling you up with him.
You nodded and let him lead you back to his cabin, you were going to make a witty joke about him trying to get you out of your clothes but you were shaking uncontrollable, the cold feeling as though it had soaked through your bones.
You tried to get the buttons undone on your own but your fingers weren’t cooperating with you.
“Here I got it,” Bucky said softly, pushing you hands out of the way as he took to getting them off. You couldn’t help but chuckle, through your chattering teeth, as he struggled with the buttons as well. “Do you like this dress?” “Not really,” You shook your head. Within moments, Bucky had the top layered ripped off, you heard buttons hitting the floor, which only made you chuckle more.
Pairing:Bucky Barnes/Reader Summary: Bucky has you back in his arms and he refuses to allow anyone else to be able to lay a claim on you. Word Count: 2608 Warnings:swear words, cheesy writing A/N: Alright y'all, this is it, the last chapter!! This is the first series I have ever finished and I am super proud! I thought of this idea a little over a year ago and I actually managed to write the whole thing and I hope you all have enjoyed it!! If you would want to see more from these two, I have an idea to maybe accept drabble requests for it but I haven’t decided, so let me know if that is something you’d like!
“Come on, we need to get you out of these clothes.” Bucky finally said standing up and pulling you up with him.
You nodded and let him lead you back to his cabin, you were going to make a witty joke about him trying to get you out of your clothes but you were shaking uncontrollable, the cold feeling as though it had soaked through your bones.
You tried to get the buttons undone on your own but your fingers weren’t cooperating with you.
“Here I got it,” Bucky said softly, pushing you hands out of the way as he took to getting them off. You couldn’t help but chuckle, through your chattering teeth, as he struggled with the buttons as well. “Do you like this dress?” “Not really,” You shook your head. Within moments, Bucky had the top layered ripped off, you heard buttons hitting the floor, which only made you chuckle more.
“Who knew the feared pirate was almost bested by some buttons,” You teased.
“Oh you just sush.” He shook his head at your antics. He worked on pulling the other layers over your head. You listened to his command of lifting your hands over your head and he pulled the soaking and freezing clothes off you.
He didn’t leave you standing in nothing for long, quickly offering you dry, warm layers to put on.
“Here I thought you were undressing me for more fun reasons.”
“We need to get you warmed up. I don’t need you getting sick.” Bucky instructed as he continued to hand you layers. You could tell he was fretting over it.
“I have a better idea.” You told him while nodding over to the bed. “Just come here and hold me, we’ll get some extra blankets and I will warm up quickly.”
Bucky nodded, shocked at himself for not having thought of the idea himself. He definitely was planning on making you wear every layer of clothes that he could manage to find and fit you in.
You crawled into the bed, snuggling into the warmth that the blankets offered. Bucky found another few blankets and layered them on top before he crawled into the bed beside you and wrapped you into his arms.
Slowly you found yourself warming up, your shaking subsided and you were able to feel the comfort of Bucky’s embrace.
“Marry me.” Bucky blurted out, breaking the comfortable silence that you had been enjoying, and pulling you from the edges of sleep.
“I think you already asked me that once.” You chuckled.
“Well I am asking again.”
“My answer has remained the same.” You smiled, pulling away enough to look up at him. “I would never want to marry anyone else.”
“Good, let’s do it tomorrow.” Bucky suggested.
“In a rush?”
“I do not want another man to think he has the ability to lay a claim on you. I have waited my whole life to marry you, I do not wish to wait another day.”
You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm as the sincerity in his voice.
“Tomorrow it is then.” You smiled. Bucky was quick to lean down, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “Though that means, you better find another place to sleep tonight.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Tradition! You can’t stay with the bride the night before a wedding!”
“My love, we have broken many wedding rules already, I do not think that this one will be our downfall.” He pointed out, flipping you over slightly so that he was laying on top of you, leaning down and planting kisses all over your face, leaving your lips for last.
“Fine, but if things go wrong, you will only have yourself to blame!” You chuckled between kisses.
“Deal.” He smiled before going in for another kiss.
Your heart hadn’t felt this light in awhile, you had been waiting for the day that you got to marry your best friend for so long, you couldn’t believe it would be happening tomorrow.
Neither of you had really thought about how hectic the day was going to be. Honestly the two of you were happy with the most simple of ceremonies, but Sam and Steve had other ideas and wanted to make it a big thing.
They also were both appalled that you allowed Bucky to stay in his cabin with you. Because of that, they decide to keep you separate for the rest of the day. Steve was on Bucky duty while Sam was stuck with you.
“Where did you learn to sew?” You asked him as he worked to help you create a new outfit for the wedding.
“I have sisters, and I didn’t like being left out of things. Plus it comes in handy when someone gets injured.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“I shouldn’t be surprised that you are a little brother. Makes sense.” You nod.
“What on earth does that mean?” Sam asked with offense in his voice.
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t meant as a bad thing!” You laughed at him.
“You laughing says otherwise.” He pouted.
“Oh shut up and help me get into this dress.”
You were proud of what you and Sam were able to come up with in such a short amount of time. It wasn’t anything like the dress that you were originally going to marry James in but this was definitely the dress that you were to be married to Bucky in and that made you smile. This one, this was more you than anything you would have worn all those years ago.
“You ready to get married?” Sam asked with a smile as you both admired your work in the mirror.
“You have no idea how ready I am.” You sighed happily.
“Well you stay here, and I will check to see if everything else is ready.” Sam went running out the door and you took a moment to admire yourself. You also pulled the ring that you had been holding onto since you had first thought you lost Bucky.
You had snuck into your father’s study a few weeks after the news had been given to you. You knew that he had been holding onto the ring that was meant to adorn James’ hand and you wanted to see it. From then you had worn it on a chain, one that you had kept hidden from everyone, afraid someone would try to take it from you. It had been a piece of him you had been able to keep close, and now, now you were so glad you got to give it to him, that he would in fact be able to wear it proudly.
“Alright, everyone is waiting for you!” Sam brought you out of your trance. You quickly tucked the ring into a safe space before following him.
As you reached the top of the stairs, Sam went to hurry away, to take his place in the crowd of the rest of the crew. You reached out and grabbed his arm stopping him. “Will you walk me?” You asked softly. Tradition had your father giving you away and while he wasn’t here, and even if he was you weren’t sure you would want him to have that honor, you still wanted someone to have that spot beside you.
“It would be my honor.”
You watched as Bucky finally caught sight of you. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you took in the look of awe that he gave you. You truly could have stepped out in a potato sack and he would have been enamored by you and that look had you ready to leap into his arms. But you held back as you slowly made your way up to the front of the ship where Steve and Bucky were waiting for you.
Sam gave your hand a small squeeze before motioning for you to go. “Thank you,” You said softly before he turned and found his place and you stepped up to Bucky.
“Hi.” You breathed out.
“You’re the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.” He said back with the most sincerity he could muster.
Steve cleared his throat, stopping you from replying. He started the ceremony with a very traditional speech about love and commitment. Though, it was obvious that this was most traditional to a wedding of pirates than one you were used to, but you wouldn’t trade that for the world.
“Y/N, you may present your ring” Steve gave you a nod. You could see the slight confusion on Bucky’s face. Last night you both had agreed that it was okay that you hadn’t had rings ready since it wasn’t exactly planned ahead, but you had let Steve know that you had something.
“Bucky. I present this ring, a ring that I have held onto for years, always keeping it close to my heart, to keep you close to my heart. With this ring, I promise to continue that, to keep you close at all times, to protect you, to love you, no matter what is happening, whether it is the good times, the bad or the scary. I promise to always be yours no matter what.” You reached out to grab his hand, and slipped the ring on his finger. When you looked up at his face, you noticed that misty eyes he was most certainly trying to hide.
“Bucky you may now present your ring.” Steve instructed. You were also left a bit surprised that he had something prepared as well.
“Ironically, I present you with a ring that I have held onto for many years, waiting for the day when we would be reunited and that I could present it to you. I kept it with me the same way that I will keep my promise to always love you, to keep you safe, to cherish you and to never let you go. I am yours and no matter what, you will always have me.”
You were less successful than Bucky at keeping your tear at bay. You were happy to let them flow freely as he slipped the ring delicately onto your hand. As soon as the ring was securely in place, his hands were reaching your face, softly brushing away your tears.
“And with that, you are husband and wife, Captain, you may kiss the bride.”
Bucky truly wasted no time in sweeping you into his arms and kissing you. You wrapped your arms around your now husband and he was more than happy to use that as an opportunity to drop you into a dip. You were left pulling away laughing at his antics as he pulled you upright.
“And with that, let the party begin!” Steve announced, all the other sailors shouted at that and quickly the deck became one giant party.
You had to admit, this may not have been what you envisioned your wedding being like when you were a child, or even when you had first agreed to marry James, but this was better than anything you could have asked for. Wedding receptions were always a bit stuffy and pretty boring, but as you learned, pirates did not take celebrating lightly, any excuse to get drunk off their ass, they took.
You were enjoying a slight break from dancing with Bucky at the back of the ship when Steve came up to join you.
“Well how does it feel to have finally succeeded in your plan?” Steve asked Bucky. You were a bit confused as to what Steve meant. “Got your revenge and married the girl the very next day.”
“It feels great. Mostly because of this one,” Bucky said, giving you a soft smile.
Steve chuckled, “Don’t have too much fun tonight,”
“Oh, we will,” You replied with a chuckle. Once he wandered away, you turned to Bucky. “What exactly did he mean by that?”
“What do you mean?”
“You got your revenge yesterday.” You clarified. It felt like it was more than just that Pierce had tried to take you from him. It felt like it was something from when he first met Steve, something much older.
“Oh, that.” Bucky sighed slightly, “Peirce is the one that turned me in for treason. I had been put in the brig and told that I would be facing the king as soon as we arrived back. Basically it was obvious, I was to be executed without a chance to explain myself. Someone with his status making such a claim wasn’t taken lightly. I tried to explain that I didn’t even know him, had never served under his command but it didn’t matter. Once I was taken by Steve, or Captain Rogers, I swore that I would get my revenge for being taken from you and made to be a traitor.”
“Why would he-” You started to ask, but suddenly it clicked in your head. “That son of a bitch,”
Bucky gave you a bit of a confused look, not quite sure where you were going with your thought.
“Pierce made a comment that my father would be happy to see me so that he would not have to live in debt. I think my father made a deal with Pierce, one that used me to get him out of debt, but I had already been promised to you, so they must have figured a way to get you out of the picture.” It made sense, the reason your father had been so pushy at getting you to move on, and how much he had liked to gamble. “How could he do that to me?”
“What an asshole.” Bucky seethed. It had crossed his mind that that had been the reasoning for what had happened, especially when you had first reunited and told him of the marriage to Pierce, but Bucky had always respected your father, and he couldn’t imagine the man doing something so foul to his own daughter but he must have been wrong.
“Well it’s over now, you are a married woman so no one can tell you what to do.”
“Not even you.” You gave him a wicked smile.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” He agreed, before pulling you back into his arms and into a passionate kiss.
You spent the rest of the night on the dance floor, you and Sam were having a grand time dancing to the music a small band was playing when suddenly Bucky swooped in from behind you and picked you up.
“Sorry, but I think I am going to have to steal my wife away.” Bucky chuckled as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Bye Sam!’ You called as Bucky carried you away. “Someone is eager to get me out of there.”
“That I am” Bucky nodded, maneuvering you so that he was carrying you bridal style.
“Are we going to consummate this marriage?” You asked cheekily
“That ship has sailed a long time ago I believe”
“Maybe, but this will be the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, or am I now Mrs. Roberts?”
“I think technically for image sake you’re Mrs. Roberts,”
“As long as I’m yours, you can call me whatever you like.”
“Now about consummating this marriage.” Bucky gave you a sly grin.
“I think you said something about that ship having already sailed?” You teased.
“Oh but you made such a good point.” Bucky countered. He didn’t give you a chance to respond before you picked back up and carried to the bed. He had every intention of making this marriage official.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Summary:You had faith that Bucky would come for you, but that didn’t mean you were just going to sit around and not take your own action. Word Count:1898 Warnings:Gross men, swearing, knife mention A/N: Alright we are almost there, just one more chapter to go! I have loved writing this story and I hope you have enjoyed reading it! Please leave a comment and let me know what you have thought!
You were left tied to the chair and locked in the same room for nearly the whole day. You couldn’t believe that you basically had better treatment on both pirate ships’ brigs. Finally Alexander came into the room well after it had turned dark.
“No ships following us, looks like your pirates don’t find you worth the chase,” He taunted. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what he knew about your stay with the pirates. For all he knows, you were their prisoner and they were just waiting to get the ransom for you. Or maybe he thinks you had sold yourself to their service, either way you would not admit that you actually had refound the love of your life.
He cut away the ropes that had you bound to the chair. You made a point to rub your wrists, they had tied the ropes rather tight, and you wanted him to know that he was as shitty of a man as you thought he was.
“Are you just not going to speak to me?” He huffed, “Not even a thank you for rescuing you from pirates, you couldn’t ask for a better life then the one I can offer you.
You couldn’t hold back the scoff that slipped through your lips at that. “I would have a better life in a pig’s pen than as your wife.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Summary:You had faith that Bucky would come for you, but that didn’t mean you were just going to sit around and not take your own action. Word Count:1898 Warnings:Gross men, swearing, knife mention A/N: Alright we are almost there, just one more chapter to go! I have loved writing this story and I hope you have enjoyed reading it! Please leave a comment and let me know what you have thought!
You were left tied to the chair and locked in the same room for nearly the whole day. You couldn’t believe that you basically had better treatment on both pirate ships’ brigs. Finally Alexander came into the room well after it had turned dark.
“No ships following us, looks like your pirates don’t find you worth the chase,” He taunted. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what he knew about your stay with the pirates. For all he knows, you were their prisoner and they were just waiting to get the ransom for you. Or maybe he thinks you had sold yourself to their service, either way you would not admit that you actually had refound the love of your life.
He cut away the ropes that had you bound to the chair. You made a point to rub your wrists, they had tied the ropes rather tight, and you wanted him to know that he was as shitty of a man as you thought he was.
“Are you just not going to speak to me?” He huffed, “Not even a thank you for rescuing you from pirates, you couldn’t ask for a better life then the one I can offer you.
You couldn’t hold back the scoff that slipped through your lips at that. “I would have a better life in a pig’s pen than as your wife.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Summary:You had faith that Bucky would come for you, but that didn’t mean you were just going to sit around and not take your own action. Word Count:1898 Warnings:Gross men, swearing, knife mention A/N: Alright we are almost there, just one more chapter to go! I have loved writing this story and I hope you have enjoyed reading it! Please leave a comment and let me know what you have thought!
You were left tied to the chair and locked in the same room for nearly the whole day. You couldn’t believe that you basically had better treatment on both pirate ships’ brigs. Finally Alexander came into the room well after it had turned dark.
“No ships following us, looks like your pirates don’t find you worth the chase,” He taunted. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what he knew about your stay with the pirates. For all he knows, you were their prisoner and they were just waiting to get the ransom for you. Or maybe he thinks you had sold yourself to their service, either way you would not admit that you actually had refound the love of your life.
He cut away the ropes that had you bound to the chair. You made a point to rub your wrists, they had tied the ropes rather tight, and you wanted him to know that he was as shitty of a man as you thought he was.
“Are you just not going to speak to me?” He huffed, “Not even a thank you for rescuing you from pirates, you couldn’t ask for a better life then the one I can offer you.
You couldn’t hold back the scoff that slipped through your lips at that. “I would have a better life in a pig’s pen than as your wife.”
Alexander’s hand raised at you quickly, only stopping inches from your face as you flinched away. “You will learn to watch your tongue around me!”
You let out a huff at that. Either Bucky was going to come for you or you would find a way to run away again. Either way, the last thing you would be doing was anything this man told you to do.
“Well either way, your parents will be glad to see you. Your father was starting to think he’d be in debt forever.” Alexander added, a hint of taunting in his voice.
“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, though, if you were honest with yourself you knew exactly what that meant. You didn’t want to believe that your father would basically sell you off to pay his debts, but that is what it seemed like.
“Nothing that you need to worry about. Now, there is a dress laid out for you over there. I will not have you wearing those, boy rags another minute. Once you have changed you will be allowed to walk around the ship, just don’t get in anyone’s way.” With those instructions he turned to leave you.
You were tempted to refuse the dress, to just stay hidden away in the cabin, but you also wanted some air and figured that when Bucky came to rescue you, you would want to be in on the action.
It wasn’t as if you hadn’t worn a dress since you joined Bucky’s crew, you had, plenty of times, but they were all much more comfortable then the one that Peirce left for you. There were too many layers, constricting your every move. You wondered how you ever wore these everyday.
You groaned when you noticed the corset, one that was not a comforting one that made you feel secure, but one that was not big enough for your frame and had you struggling to breath fully. You tried to tie it as loose as possible but still you found it rather uncomfortable.
You were pleasantly surprised when you were basically ignored by everyone on the ship, including Peirce. You really were free to wonder and you took advantage of it, spending most of the day on the top deck. You stayed at the back of the ship, eye on the horizon. You knew there was no way that Bucky was letting you go this easily, he had promised the opposite.
As you stood there watching the sea, you were beginning to feel the anxiety set in as you thought about what would happen if he didn’t show up. At first you had convinced yourself that you had left once, you could do so again, but you weren’t sure that would be totally true. Not only that, but you also had a lot of anxiety for what would happen if Bucky chose to attack this ship. You knew that he and his crew knew what they were doing, but this was a Navy vessel and you weren’t sure you could handle seeing anything happen to him.
As the sun started to set your heart began to sink, though Bucky could easily be planning to use the cover of night to his advantage, so you still had faith in him. Unfortunately, with that in mind, you didn’t sleep much. You had retired to your room, mostly so no one would question why you were still awake, and watching the rear of the ship, but you absolutely did not go to sleep.
Ultimately, the sun rose, and there had been no alarms raised. Leaving you to spend another day wandering the ship. This routine happened two more nights. You wouldn’t lie when you said you were starting to lose a bit of hope as you laced up your corset another day. You stood on the deck in your usual spot as you watched the sun rise. You had found that it truly was a beautiful sight, and if you weren’t sleeping anyway, you might as well enjoy something about this.
As you were admiring the colors that painted the sky, and in turn the ocean, you happened to notice a small spec of a shadow on the horizon. You discreetly got out your small telescope to see if you could get a better look. It was definitely a ship, you tried not to get your hopes up as it was too far away to be able to tell who it was.
You continued to track it over the next few hours, it was definitely gaining on you, and it wasn’t long before you were able to see that the flag flying were indeed those of the dread pirate Roberts.
Your heart felt light, even if you knew that a lot was about to happen, and that it wasn’t all going to be good, Bucky was coming for you and that had you smiling.
“Captain! We have a ship gaining on us quickly!” You heard a sailor yell.
Without even thinking, you carefully made your way over the rail on the ship. You knew that their next step was to try and hide you below deck and you knew Bucky wouldn’t want to risk your safety so staying where he could see you would be best.
“Get (Y/N)! Take her below deck, we’ll take care of these pirates!”
“It’s Captain Roberts!”
“And we’re the Royal Navy, they don’t stand a chance.”
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!” Peirce finally noticed you, holding onto the rail, on the wrong side of it.
“Take one step near me and I will jump!” You warned. While it probably wasn’t your smartest thought, you really did mean it. It was a calculated risk. To start, the chance that he or anyone else would take the risk is slim, but even if they did you were a good swimmer, and Bucky’s ship would be close within minutes.
There was no way that you were risking Bucky being this close and slipping through his grasp, and you hated to admit it but you still felt that no life was a better option than a life without him and definitely better than a life with the monster of a man that had you on this ship in the first place.
Looking down had to second guessing that choice for just a minute, but as you looked over, you saw Bucky’s ship, they were close, so close in fact, that you were convinced you could see the worry that was written over Bucky’s face.
“Get down from there!” Alexander shouted.
“Not going to happen. You will never have me. I am not a prize you can buy, and I am not some damsel that needs saving!” You shouted back.
In that moment he must have decided that he had had enough of your antics and he lunged for you. You decided that it was now or never, so with that thought in mind you kicked yourself off the naval ship.
You weren’t sure that anything could be worse than the moment of freefall but the second your body hit the ice cold water you realized you were wrong. It felt like you were being stabbed by a million small needles all over your body. You had to remind yourself that you needed to swim, you needed to break the surface or you would be dead.
You managed to get your head above the water, but found yourself unable to take a solid breath, stupid corset was restricting your every move. You pushed through the pain, and the black splotches that were dotting the edge of your vision, and fought to swim over to the pirate ship.
Bucky, Steve, and Sam were at the edge of the ship, a rope hung down so that you could get up. You managed to grab on, but one attempt at pulling yourself up and you realized it was useless.
Thank god, Bucky was observant enough to realize you weren’t going to be able to get up yourself. “Hang on tight!” He instructed as he, Sam and Steve began to pull the rope up. As soon as you were close enough, Bucky was reaching over and pulled you the rest of the way up.
“What were you thinking! You could have died!” Bucky fretted over you.
“Can’t breath. Corset” You coughed out, not even paying enough attention to know what Bucky had been saying to you.
Not a second after you had uttered that you heard the sound of fabric ripping and you felt the immediate relief of the corset falling off your chest. You were immediately coughing, trying to get enough air in your lungs, as well as the water from your lungs. You weren’t sure if you were gripping Bucky hard or if he was gripping you more, but either way you took comfort in being in his arms as you listened to him whisper assurances in your ear as Steve barked orders to the men.
The cannons were a noise you were very used to at this point and you weren’t surprised to hear them going off. You could tell the Navy ship was trying to counter the attack but Bucky had had his ship better prepared than them so it wasn’t long before the firing stopped.
You pulled away slightly from him as you watched the Naval ship sinking. You knew that in theory you should feel bad, there were probably good men on that ship, people with families, but you couldn’t, not when you knew that this was the only way you could be free of Pierce trying to find you.
You had known that Bucky wouldn’t have shown the man who tried to take you from him any mercy and if you were being honest, you were thankful for that.
“I’m so sorry it took us so long” He whispered into your hair.
Bucky Barnes || 18+ || word count: 2,838 || after a mission in LA, Sam takes Bucky to a famous Burlesque Lounge to relax. It’s showtime!
» yes, I watched Burlesquea few days ago but besides that one line from the movie, it’s not related at all to it. No, I will not apologize for this. Thank you Gabby @corneliabarnes for your help editing and your approval when I came to you with my idea. Your reaction was priceless and the encouragement I needed to write this. You’re the best! Been trying to write more smut lately so I can get better at it, so all feedback appreciated!! All mistakes found are mine.
Warnings; smut, bit of a flustered Bucky.
❝Everything you dream of, but never can possess. Nothing’s what it seems. Welcome to Burlesque. ❞
Summary: what’s better than a date to the carnival with your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes?
Warnings: fluff, guns (fake though), swearing, kissing, cute stuff I guess, maybe a little angst (really I can’t help myself), Bucky being cute (in my eye anyway)
A/N: so I recently spent the day at a pride festival. There were carnival/fair rides and stalls and I instantly thought of Bucky and a date to the carnival. I love this a lot… I just love moody/cute Bucky a lot and enjoy writing him. I promise I’ll write soft Bucky one day… one day…
There was something about the lights, atmosphere and the smells of a carnival that brought out the inner child in you. You enjoyed the overly sweet smell of burnt sugar from the cotton candy machine, you were addicted to the thump of the bass you could feel in your bones from the music and you didn’t care that the lights were most definitely seizure inducing.
You didn’t care.
When you had found out that the carnival was coming you had looked at Bucky and practically begged. You weren’t ashamed to say you were nearly on hands and knees about to offer sinful things just for him to join you.
But you had a deal with him. Bucky had to say yes to a date idea twice a month. It was a way of getting him out the apartment and integrating him back into the world. It was his therapists idea and at first Bucky hated it, but after the first few months it grew on him.
Although he seemed against going to the carnival, something about it being too overwhelming for him. But as soon as he saw the excitement die in your eyes, his heart clenched and his whole world stopped. He never wanted to see that look again.
So here you both were. The music was loud and reverberating through your body, the smell of the food stalls already making you feel a little nauseous but also hungry. The laughter and screams of children drowned out by the music. You could only imagine it was worse for Bucky with his enhanced senses.
“Right,” Bucky said, leaning close to your ear so you could hear him. His hand was clenched around yours, his jaw tight. You could tell he hated it. “What first? Rides? Food?”
You look around, trying to decided. Then you saw it, nestled away from the main hubbub of the carnival was the few game stalls that you loved to play but could never win anything on. You point over there, Bucky following your gaze.
“Really Doll?” He groans, but nether the less, he starts tugging you through the crowds of people. The closer you got to the stalls, the quieter it became, the crowds thinned and Bucky almost seemed to lose the tension in his shoulders.
There was only a handful of the stalls. One had the fishing for rubber ducks, where a few kids were already trying their luck. You spot the bottle game, trying to land a ping pong ball in a bottle. It was a silly game but you adored it none the less.
Then you saw the game that brought you over in the first place. The tin cans. It seemed the most appropriate, especially with who you boyfriend was. You take lead this time, almost dragging him over.
As Bucky spots where you were dragging him, he lets out a scoff. “Doll, you know I love you, but seriously. This game?”
You look back at him, a cheeky grin on your face, shrugging. You let go of his hand. “What’s up Barnes? Scared you’re gonna lose?”
Bucky looks at you with narrowed eyes. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into Doll, I do this crap for a living.”
“Prove it then,” you say before pointing at the largest teddy bear they had. “I would love to take that home. He looks about Bucky size, I could cuddle him when you are away.”
Bucky looked at the large teddy bear. He could do it. His girl wanted the teddy bear, he’d get the damn teddy bear.
You grinned as Bucky walked to the booth, a determined look on his face. You plan had worked. You could tell Bucky was out of his comfort zone, he hated going to places with crowds or loud noises and you were so grateful that he agreed to come with you. You would have to make it up to him with one of his favourite nights.
40’s music and books. Along with cuddles. You enjoyed those dates too but they were some of Buckys favourite. You could deny that you melted looking at Bucky wrapped up in a blanket, the music softly playing in the background, his head buried in a book.
Soft Bucky was your weakness. One of many.
The loud cursing of Bucky brought you out of your thoughts. You quickly join him at the both just in time to see him slam down another note. “Let me go again.”
He picked up the rifle, holding it with such familiarity. You had never been attracted to guns but damn if you heart didn’t race as you watched him. He was so… man. That was the best way to describe it.
You watched as Bucky aimed at the cans that was were stacked in a pyramid shape and miss completely. He huffs, angling the hun a little differently and trying again.
He misses.
He misses every single shot. You try not to laugh, covering your your mouth with your hand, a snort escaping still. Bucky looks behind at you, his eyes narrowed. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” you wave your hand. “Carry on.”
Bucky slaps down another note, picking up the rifle yet again. You watch dutifully, hiding your laughter the best you could as he misses every shot. Not even hitting a single tin can.
It wasn’t until the last note he had in his wallet was put down that he finally but something. The one tin can fell with a clatter. Bucky stood their is disbelief before yelling, throwing his hands in the air. You join in, whooping in happiness.
“Keep going babe,” you encourage. “You got this.”
“What did I say Doll,” Bucky looks down the sight of the rifle again. “I do this for a living.”
—
“It was nice of him Bucky,” you say, holding the tiny teddy bear key ring you now were the proud owner of. “He didn’t have to do that.”
“It wasn’t nice of him,” Bucky complained, looking down at the key ring with an utter look of disdain. “He did it out of pity. My pride is ruined.”
“Oh hush,” you say, gentle running your finger of the small teddy bear. It wasn’t the large one you wanted, but it was still something Bucky had won, and that made your heart swell even more. “I love it Bucky. I love it because you won it for me.”
You pull him to a stop, walking up to him so you were chest to chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he instantly placed his hand on you waist, pulling you closer. “You know I’d do anything for you Doll.”
You nod, your eyes drifting to his lips. Bucky saw the look and made the first move, capturing you lips with his. Kissing Bucky was breathtaking, you never new a man who could kiss you so gentle yet still convey the fact that he wanted to absolutely devour you. His kisses made you dizzy and your heart face wildly.
You break away from each other, both of your chest raising rapidly. “In all honesty though, you were a terrible shot. I hope you don’t shoot like that I’m the job.“
Bucky scoffs. “I’m an excellent shot, those games are rigged and you know it.”
You laugh as you both start walking back towards the carnival area. “Wait till I tell Sam about it.”
“Doll, don’t you dare. I mean it.” He points his finger at you, his eyes narrowed but you could see the playful glint in them. “He won’t ever let me hear it down again if you tell him.”
You’d bring shoulders, jogging ahead slightly. Turning around you look at him with a shit eating grin. “You’ll have to catch me first old man.”
You rush off, heading towards the main area, your laughter the only thing Bucky could hear as he watches you, his chest swelling with love. You shakes his head, a smile breaking out on his face as he starts to job after you.
“I’ll have you know that I am just as good as catching people as I am at shooting.”
“So pretty shit then?” You shout, your feet pounding against the grass as you ran, the little teddy bear key chain clenched in your hand.
“Oh you are in for it now Doll!” You scream as you look back to find Bucky advancing in you quickly, his face lit up with amusement and joy.
